Wherever Boredom May Lead
Posted: April 25, 2008
Title: Wherever Boredom May Lead
Author: Inwë Sáralondë
Type: FCS
Characters: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this.
Warnings: Sexual situations
Beta(s): Just me, myself and I. If you see any glitches, let me know.
Author’s Note: This is a series of 77 (yes, you read correctly) 100-word drabbles which I wrote during December 2007 and January 2008, and were posted originally on my LiveJournal. The first I wrote at work because – yes, you guessed it – I was bored…
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel’s relationship develops.
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Drabble 1
Glorfindel jiggled his foot restlessly, oblivious to the glares Erestor was giving him. Finally, the dark-haired elf had had enough.
“Glorfindel!” he hissed.
The warrior, however, did not hear the advisor, his mind wandering as the droning from the Mirkwood ambassador continued unabated. A poke on the leg that ended with the offending foot, however, jolted Glorfindel back to reality. He turned to Erestor and gave a puzzled look.
“Will you stop that movement with your foot!” Erestor whispered.
A speculative gleam appeared in Glorfindel’s eyes. “Make me,” he whispered back, a smile curving his lips.
Erestor turned away, annoyed.
Drabble 2
‘Make me.’ The words teased their way through Erestor’s mind. He turned his head to take a quick glance at the golden-haired warrior, but Glorfindel’s attention was seemingly focused elsewhere.
Erestor stifled a sigh. Since Glorfindel’s arrival at Imladris, the dark-haired elf found himself drawn – unwillingly, Erestor would assert – to the aura that surrounded the warrior.
With an effort, the advisor tried to concentrate on the meeting at hand, only to find his gaze drawn once more to Glorfindel.
As if aware of the dark-haired elf’s scrutiny, Glorfindel turned his head and met Erestor’s gaze. Smiling, he jiggled his foot.
Drabble 3
Elrond watched the interaction between his advisor and the warrior, his gaze knowing. He knew Erestor was wary of Glorfindel, wary of the self-confidence – some would say arrogance – the warrior oozed. But, most of all, Elrond knew the dark-haired elf was wary of showing his true feelings.
Not that Glorfindel was much better. Elrond recalled numerous times where he would catch the warrior staring at Erestor with something like longing in his eyes. Yet, watching Glorfindel now, it seemed to Elrond that the warrior was finally going to do something about his attraction to Erestor.
‘And about time,’ Elrond thought.
Drabble 4
Glorfindel stifled a yawn. Really, the ambassador from Mirkwood could not be more boring if he tried. Hence the jiggling of his foot. At least that brought something positive: Erestor’s attention.
The warrior wondered what the dark-haired elf would make of his words, whispered at the spur of the moment. Would Erestor take it as a challenge, or would he ignore them? Glorfindel knew not. However, what he did want was to find out more about the almost fey creature that seemed to appear and disappear at will. Perhaps it was time for the warrior to make the first move.
Drabble 5
Finally the meeting was over, and all elves, bar the Mirkwood ambassador, breathed sighs of relief. Erestor was the first to leave, but Glorfindel made sure he was close behind. “Well, Erestor?” he asked.
Erestor jumped. “Well, what?” he snapped, embarrassed at being startled.
Glorfindel moved closer. “Have you thought of a way to make me stop?” he whispered in Erestor’s ear, and the dark-haired elf shuddered.
“The meeting is finished, Glorfindel,” Erestor said, trying to keep his voice even.
“Is it?” Glorfindel said, his breath ghosting over Erestor’s ear. “I do not think so,” he continued. “Do you, Erestor?”
Drabble 6
Erestor shivered at Glorfindel’s words. His brown gaze met amused blue ones, and he turned his head away quickly. “I do not know what you mean,” he said breathlessly, wanting desperately to run, yet found himself rooted to the spot.
“I think you do…ervainen vorn.”
The dark-haired elf’s head turned again to the warrior. He opened his mouth to say something, but then shut it again, finding that he did not know what to say.
“Join me for a drink tonight?” Glorfindel’s tone was hopeful, as was the look in his eyes.
Almost disbelievingly, Erestor nodded. “What time?” he whispered.
e rvainen vorn – my dark beautiful one
Drabble 7
“What was I thinking of?” Erestor muttered, pacing his room. “What in all of Mordor made me agree to join Glorfindel for a drink?” The dark-haired elf stopped for a moment, and then resumed his pacing.
His feelings in turmoil, the advisor continued muttering and castigating himself, calling himself one hundred different types of fool. Then he stopped and looked out the window, only to curse when he realised that the sun had since gone down. Taking a deep breath, Erestor debated what he should do.
Did he join Glorfindel for a drink, or not? He simply did not know.
Drabble 8
Glorfindel sat his room, staring into the dwindling fire. A carafe of wine and two goblets stood on the table, awaiting the arrival of the dark-haired elf.
The warrior raised his head and looked out the window. Night had fallen, and the time that Erestor had agreed to had gone.
Glorfindel smiled ruefully. He should have known that the advisor would not come. Erestor had appeared shaken when he had been asked to join the warrior for a drink, the nod of acquiescence probably more a nervous reaction than anything else.
Suddenly, there was a hesitant knock on the door.
Drabble 9
Opening the door, Glorfindel saw a flustered Erestor.
“Díheno nín.” Erestor’s voice was quiet, his dark eyes cautious, as if trying to gauge the warrior’s reaction. “I…I forgot the time.”
Glorfindel stood silently for a moment before opening the door a little wider. “Come in,” he said simply.
Hesitantly, Erestor stepped into the room, all the time aware of Glorfindel’s eyes upon him. “You must have thought I was not coming,” he said quietly.
“I did think that, yes.”
“Díheno nín,” Erestor said again, unaccountably nervous.
“No more apologising,” Glorfindel said. “You are here now, and is all that matters.”
Díheno nín – forgive me
Drabble 10
Glorfindel gestured to the table. “Wine?” he asked.
“Is that not what I am here for?” Erestor asked. “To have a drink with you?”
The golden-haired warrior gave a nod. “That is true. But you may wish to drink something else; you need but say.”
Erestor shook his head. “No…wine will do…admirably.”
Glorfindel looked at the dark-haired elf. “Do I frighten you in some way, Erestor?” he asked.
Startled, Erestor could only stare at the warrior. “Frighten me?” The advisor gave a nervous laugh. “What makes you think that?”
“You tremble, Erestor.”
Erestor flushed. “’Tis just…you are…”
“I am what?”
Drabble 11
“Beautiful,” Erestor whispered.
Glorfindel moved closer – like a large cat, the dark-haired elf mused – till he stood before the uncertain advisor. “And you are not?” the warrior queried gently, raising his hand to softly touch Erestor’s face.
Erestor stood perfectly still, his gaze locked with Glorfindel’s. The warrior’s touch was light, fleeting, yet to the dark-haired elf it felt like a brand: full of fire, it sent a jolt of heat that burned through Erestor’s body.
“Tell me, Erestor,” Glorfindel began, “what would happen if I kissed you, here, now?” The warrior traced the dark-haired elf’s lips with his fingers.
Drabble 12
‘What would happen if I kissed you, here, now?’ The words reverberated in Erestor’s mind loudly in an unceasing litany. He felt Glorfindel’s finger trace his lips and he parted them slightly.
Glorfindel’s finger fell away, and the two elves stood and looked at each other. Then, tentatively, Erestor raised his own hand and mimicked Glorfindel’s action. The dark-haired elf marvelled at the softness of the warrior’s lips, and wondered how they would truly feel under his own.
His mind made up, Erestor allowed his hand to fall. “You will not kiss me, Glorfindel,” he said. “*I* shall kiss you.”
Drabble 13
Glorfindel’s eyes widened slightly and he took a step backwards, only for Erestor to match his step.
“Are you frightened of *me* now?” Erestor’s voice held a slight mocking tone, yet there was no malice in it, and the look on the advisor’s face seemed – strangely enough – curious.
Mutely, Glorfindel shook his head, instead forcing himself to remain calm. He had often wondered what it would be like to kiss Erestor; now that it was about to become reality, he found he was the one trembling.
Erestor reached out once more with his hand, this time to cup Glorfindel’s cheek.
Drabble 14
Wondering what it was that possessed him, Erestor stood there, feeling the smooth skin under his fingers. Worse still, he had told Glorfindel that *he* would kiss the warrior, not the other way round. But Erestor was unable to take that final step. Instead, his eyes searched Glorfindel’s, and he was surprised to see anticipation. Did the warrior truly want Erestor to kiss him? It seemed he did, for Glorfindel did nothing but stand there, waiting.
So Erestor did the only thing he could: breaching the remaining gap between them, he leaned in and kissed the elf of his dreams.
Drabble 15
Erestor’s kiss was tentative, but Glorfindel cared not. The beautiful creature that inhabited his heart virtually since his arrival in Imladris was kissing him.
The warrior wrapped his arms around the dark-haired elf, bringing him closer. He needed to touch, to feel, to practically devour Erestor and become one with him. He felt the dark-haired elf tense momentarily before relaxing and twining his arms around Glorfindel’s neck.
“Oh,” Erestor sighed as they broke apart.
“Oh?” Glorfindel echoed, knowing he had a ridiculously huge smile on his face.
“Mmmm,” Erestor murmured, resting his head on Glorfindel’s shoulder. “Kissing you is wonderful.”
Drabble 16
Glorfindel sighed. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he whispered.
Erestor pulled back slightly. “What do you mean?” he asked, surprised to find that his heart was beating a little faster.
“I had wondered ceaselessly what I would need to do to get your attention, to make you really notice me, yet at the same time wondering how I could overcome my nervousness and approach you.”
“You were nervous to approach me?” Erestor stared at Glorfindel. “Why?”
Glorfindel smiled. “You appear so ethereal, so fey…so untouchable.”
“Yet you touch me now,” Erestor said, returning Glorfindel’s smile.
Drabble 17
“Aye, I do,” Glorfindel confirmed. “But it does not change the fact that you have touched *me* more than you realise.”
“How do you mean?” Erestor asked. The hope that had been barely flickering within him suddenly burst into a bright flame.
Glorfindel smiled and raised his hand to gently stroke the Erestor’s cheek. “You captured my heart from the moment I first saw you,” he said softly.
“I am glad,” Erestor said simply.
“You are?” Glorfindel asked, puzzled.
Erestor smiled. “I am.”
Glorfindel waited for the dark-haired elf to say more, but Erestor just stood there, looking at him.
Drabble 18
Finally, Glorfindel could not take it any more. “Why are you glad?” There was a hint of exasperation in the warrior’s voice that Erestor could not fail to pick up on.
“Because you captured *my* heart from the moment I saw *you*,” Erestor replied.
“I did?” the warrior asked, almost giddy with relief that the advisor felt the same way about him, and Erestor nodded. “You realise what this entails, do you not?” Glorfindel asked seriously.
“What?” the advisor asked, staring at Glorfindel in confusion.
“It means you will have put up with me for the rest of our lives.”
Drabble 19
“What are you saying?” Erestor asked.
“I thought it was obvious,” Glorfindel replied, laughter in his voice. “Do you truly think that, now I have you, I will let you go?”
“Oh.” Erestor’s voice was quiet.
Puzzled, Glorfindel looked at the dark-haired elf in his arms. “Oh? Is that all you can say?” The warrior was beginning to feel a little unsure. Had he overstepped some sort of boundary?
Erestor, sensing Glorfindel’s unease, smiled reassuringly. “I will agree to put up with you with the rest of our lives, providing you agree to one condition.”
“What is that?” Glorfindel asked.
Drabble 20
“That you put up with *me*,” Erestor said, his smile growing. “You *do* realise that I can sometimes be extraordinarily difficult, prone to sarcasm, will always find fault in something, and will succeed in frustrating you one way or another.”
Glorfindel laughed, relieved at Erestor’s words. “Methinks, ervainen vorn,” he said, still chuckling, “that you are more formidable to fight against than a Balrog.” Then the warrior’s mien sobered. “But if I am to be consumed by flames, then I would rather be consumed by yours,” he murmured huskily.
“I promise I will not hurt you, maethoren valthen,” Erestor whispered.
ervainen vorn – my dark beautiful one
maethoren valthen – my golden warrior
Drabble 21
“I know you will not, though I do not know what made you say this,” Glorfindel asked, a little bemused. “All I said was that I wanted to be consumed by your flames.” The warrior gathered Erestor closer. “For I sense lurking beneath that stern exterior that you wear like armour,” he continued, “is a very passionate elf. And I have every intention for you to reveal that passion.”
“Then you do not know me as well you thought,” Erestor countered, blushing from Glorfindel’s words.
“No, ervainen vorn,” Glorfindel said, frowning slightly, “it is you who does not know yourself.”
Drabble 22
“You are not docile or submissive,” the warrior continued. “You like to control, and believe me when I say that I look forward to you controlling me.”
Erestor withdrew from Glorfindel’s embrace. “I am sure you realise I have had lovers in the past,” the dark-haired elf began. “But I have never been dominant. I have always been the…” Here Erestor seemed to stumble a little. “I believe the word is ‘sheath’,” he finally said.
“While I will be honest and admit that I would like to bury myself within you, I also want the roles reversed,” Glorfindel said determinedly.
Drabble 23
“You do?” Erestor asked. “But I do not know…” His voice trailed off. He could not bear to see any derision in Glorfindel’s eyes and turned, as if he was going to leave.
“I will teach you.” Glorfindel’s voice was quiet. “I realise that this may be something new for you. But there is just as much pleasure being the sword as well as the sheath.”
Erestor slowly turned to look at Glorfindel. “You like being both?” he asked tentatively.
The warrior smiled. “I have been both in the past, yes,” he admitted. “I would be again now, with you.”
Drabble 24
Erestor was silent, contemplating Glorfindel’s words. “There would be those who would think that you debase yourself, being a sheath to the likes of me,” he said quietly.
“Debase?” Glorfindel said disbelievingly. “There is no debasement in giving oneself to the one they love, Erestor! Whether they be sword of sheath, it makes no difference.” Glorfindel gathered Erestor into his arms once more. “And, as far as I am concerned, what we do in our bed is no-one’s business except ours.”
“There will be those who will want to find out.”
Glorfindel snorted. “Then good luck to them, I say.”
Drabble 25
Glorfindel was relishing holding the dark-haired elf in his arms. For so long he had desired Erestor, almost worshipping him from afar, that even now he found it hard to believe that the elf was here, now, and in his arms. He nuzzled Erestor’s hair. “I love you, ervainen vorn,” he whispered, feeling Erestor stir.
Erestor raised his head. “I love you, too,” he admitted, a smile gracing his face. “May I court you?” he continued, almost shyly.
The golden-haired warrior swallowed, touched by the question. “I would be honoured for you to court me.”
In response, Erestor’s smile widened.
Ervainen vorn – my dark beautiful one
Drabble 26
The two elves continued to stand there, looking at each other, until Glorfindel broke the silence. “The hour grows late,” he said softly.
Erestor nodded. “Shall we still have some wine, though, before I leave?” he asked.
Glorfindel smiled. “An excellent idea, ervainen vorn. Let us celebrate our coming together,” the warrior said, moving towards the table. Walking back with the goblets filled with wine, he handed one to Erestor. “To us,” he said.
“To us,” Erestor echoed. Taking a sip, he then licked his lips nervously. “Do…do you want me to stay?” he asked hesitantly.
“Do you wish to?”
Ervainen vorn – my dark beautiful one
Drabble 27
“I do not know,” Erestor admitted. “Part of me does, but another part of me says that it is too soon.”
Glorfindel smiled understandingly. “Admittedly I have often dreamt of waking up with you in my arms. You are more than tempting, but I will not push you, Erestor. I am a patient elf. I will wait for a sign from you when you are ready to take things further. After all, you *are* courting me,” he said, giving an almost roguish wink.
“Am I tempting?” Erestor asked.
“Most definitely,” Glorfindel confirmed.
“I only want to be tempting for you.”
Drabble 28
“I trust you both slept well?” Elrond asked, as he watched Glorfindel and Erestor entering the dining hall the next morning.
“Extremely well,” Erestor replied, taking his usual seat. “When did you want to go over the household reports?”
The elf lord shook his head, amused. He should have known. If anything had happened, Erestor would be the least forthcoming. Glorfindel, however, was a different proposition. Elrond could see that the warrior could not stop himself from looking almost adoringly at the advisor.
Glorfindel looked up and caught Elrond’s eye, and winked.
Elrond smiled, feeling very pleased. All was well.
Drabble 29
“Erestor seems to be moving rather well,” Elrond commented slyly as he walked with Glorfindel down the corridor.
The warrior stopped, forcing the elf lord to follow suit. “Nothing happened,” Glorfindel began quietly, “except for Erestor and me declaring our love for each other.”
Elrond flushed slightly. “ Díheno nín …I thought from the wink you gave me…”
“Then you thought wrong. The wink was merely to let you know that Erestor and I are now together. How things progress – and how quickly – will depend on Erestor. I will not force him. In fact, he has asked if he may court me.”
Drabble 30
“And you agreed?” Elrond wanted to know.
Glorfindel smiled. “Of course I did. Why would I not?”
Elrond gave a slight shrug. “I would have thought that you would have taken a different course of action.”
The warrior gritted his teeth in frustration. “I recall saying that I will not force Erestor to do something he is not ready to do.”
Elrond sighed. “Glorfindel, you are not exactly renowned for your patience. For so long you have desired Erestor that I would not have been surprised if you had ravished him senseless last night.”
“Except I told him I was.”
Drabble 31
“Told him what?” Elrond asked, slightly confused.
“That I was a patient elf,” Glorfindel confessed.
Elrond stared. “And he believed you?”
“Well…he seemed to,” Glorfindel said, and then sighed. “Elrond, the simple fact of the matter is that Erestor is feeling unsure. As much as I desire him in my bed, I can not in good conscience force him. Where Erestor is concerned, I must learn to be patient.”
Elrond nodded, almost sagely. “They do say that patience brings its own rewards,” he remarked.
Glorfindel smiled. “I love him, Elrond,” he said quietly. “More than I could have thought possible.”
Drabble 32
“Then I am glad,” Elrond said. “For too long the two of you have danced around your feelings for each other,” he continued, holding up his hand when he saw that Glorfindel was about to interrupt. “I am not blind, mellonen. I have seen how each of you looked at the other. It pleases me to see that you both have finally come to your senses.”
“Well, now that you no longer need to worry about us, you can now concentrate on your sons,” Glorfindel replied, smiling to himself when he saw the surprised look on the elf lord’s face.
Mellonen – my friend
Drabble 33
“Then you have seen it, too.” Elrond sighed heavily. “Except my sons are going to be more difficult, I warrant.”
“Not surprising, really,” Glorfindel said. “Their father can be a little…difficult at times.” The warrior chuckled as Elrond turned to glare at him before smiling himself.
“Aye, I suppose you do have a point there,” Elrond confessed. “I suspect the only thing we can do is to wait and see.”
The two elves, meanwhile, had reached Elrond’s study. “I shall leave you,” Glorfindel said. “I am due on the training field.”
Elrond nodded briefly, and the two elves parted ways.
Drabble 34
Elrond sat at his desk, quill in hand. His conversation with Glorfindel earlier had made him feel a little foolish. He had forgotten that Erestor could be a little hesitant, but had truly thought that once he and Glorfindel had come together, the advisor would have behaved differently.
The elf lord looked thoughtfully at the dark-haired elf sitting at the other table. Glorfindel was going to have to be a very patient elf indeed if he were to try and break through Erestor’s defences.
If Elrond knew, however, what was going through Erestor’s mind, he would be very surprised indeed.
Drabble 35
Erestor dressed carefully for his dinner with the golden-haired warrior. He had sat lost in thought for most of the day, getting very little – if any – work done. And, for once, the dark-haired elf did not care.
Surveying himself critically in the mirror, Erestor finally decided that he was pleased with what he saw. The warm red of his tunic brought a little colour to his normally pale cheeks, while the black leggings covered his legs lovingly like a second skin.
The dark-haired elf smiled a little mischievously. He had every intention of being more than just tempting this night.
Drabble 36
Glorfindel stood outside Erestor’s rooms, a rose in his hand. Even though it was Erestor who was to court him, Glorfindel felt that it would not hurt to give the dark-haired elf a small token of his love. After all, gift-giving was not exclusive.
The warrior smelled the flower in his hand. The rich fragrance almost overwhelmed his senses, but the flower’s scent reminded him of Erestor: warm, dark and sensual. Glorfindel could not wait to be given the chance to unleash the passion and sensuality he sensed lay within Erestor.
Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door.
Drabble 37
Hearing the knock, Erestor paused slightly before carefully placed the candlestick in the middle of the table. Giving it one final look, he walked to the door, smoothing down his tunic on the way. Opening it, he almost laughed when he saw Glorfindel standing there, a slight frown on his face.
“Is something wrong?” the dark-haired elf asked, amusement lacing his voice.
“Wrong?” Glorfindel echoed, staring dazedly at the dark-haired elf before him.
“I think you had best come in,” Erestor said dryly.
Almost carefully Glorfindel stepped into the room, his eyes still on Erestor. “You look beautiful,” he whispered.
Drabble 38
“Thank you,” Erestor said quietly. He glanced at the flower in Glorfindel’s hand. “Is that for me?” he asked, gesturing to the rose.
“Hmm? Oh, yes, it is.” Slightly embarrassed, Glorfindel handed over the flower, and then watched as Erestor put it in some water.
Suddenly, Erestor felt nervous. He began pulling at his tunic, all too aware that Glorfindel was watching him. Keeping his face averted, he gestured towards the table. “Would you like to sit down? Dinner should be here soon. Shall I pour you some wine?” Erestor knew he was babbling, but he could not help himself.
Drabble 39
Glorfindel could not help but be a little amused at how flustered all of a sudden Erestor had become. Initially it had been he who had been nervous while Erestor had been assured; now the roles were reversed. “Why do you not sit down with me?” he suggested, holding his hand out to the dark-haired elf. He was rewarded when Erestor almost shyly placed his hand in the warrior’s.
Erestor allowed Glorfindel to lead him to one of the chairs, feeling a little bereft when the golden-haired warrior released his hand so that he could pour wine for them both.
Drabble 40
Glorfindel paused for a moment and contemplated the elf before him. “Do you seek to try and seduce me?” he asked abruptly. The warrior immediately regretted asking the question as he watched Erestor’s face flush to a shade of red that almost matched the tunic the advisor was wearing. “Forgive me, ervainen vorn. I should not have asked that,” Glorfindel said contritely. “You must think me an idiot.”
Erestor shook his head. “I was about to say the same thing about myself,” he said ruefully. “But you are right. I…” Erestor stopped, unsure as to what else he could say.
Ervainen vorn – my dark beautiful one
Drabble 41
“It is too soon, Erestor,” Glorfindel said gently. “Let us wait, and for now just enjoy each other’s company.”
Erestor nodded. Glorfindel was right. Erestor wanted Glorfindel to make love to him, but in the back of his mind was the thought that he was not ready to take that step. He sighed, then started when there was a knock on the door.
“Ah, dinner. I am afraid I am rather hungry,” Glorfindel confessed. Then he called out: “Enter!” and one of the cooks walked into the room.
Placing the tray on the table, she smiled briefly and then left.
Drabble 42
The word that Glorfindel was being courted, and none other than by Erestor, brought more than its fair share of disbelief and surprise to the residents of Imladris. Some wondered what Glorfindel could possibly see in the dour advisor who rarely had a smile for anyone. Yet when any dared to query the warrior, they were met with the same answer: “You are blind.”
So they stopped asking, instead watching with curious eyes as Erestor left small gifts for Glorfindel. And they were surprised to see Erestor blush whenever the warrior leaned in to whisper something in the advisor’s ear.
Drabble 43
“Imladris is all agog at your courtship,” Elladan commented to Glorfindel as they sparred on the training field.
The warrior stopped. “Why should they be?” he asked. “Is it so unusual for an elf to be courted?”
“Not when the elf doing the courting is Erestor,” Elladan replied. “You have, no doubt, heard the whispers that weave their way through the corridors.”
“Innuendos and malicious rumours, you mean,” Glorfindel groused. “They do not see him the same way I do.”
“That is because you love him, and they do not,” Elladan said, smiling. “They will not see him any differently.”
Drabble 44
Glorfindel sighed. “That is true. But Erestor does not help. He has a kind heart, and cares deeply for Imladris and her people, yet he does not show this.”
“Both Elrohir and I know,” Elladan reminded the warrior. “Do not forget he was our tutor. He was stern, but he always showed a great deal of patience and encouraged us. And when we were elflings we knew we could go to him for comfort. He always told us the most wonderful stories.” Here Elladan smiled a little mischievously. “Especially about a certain elf who slew a Balrog.”
“Did he indeed?”
Drabble 45
Elladan laughed. “He did, complete with Balrog ‘noises’.” The eldest Peredhel twin looked at Glorfindel. “What sort of noise *does* a Balrog make, by the way?”
“Unpleasant ones,” Glorfindel replied, picking up his tunic.
“Ah.” Elladan decided, wisely, not to push further, for Glorfindel was beginning to look a little uncomfortable. Changing tack, he said, “Elrohir and I are pleased for you both. You are perfect for each other.”
Glorfindel turned to smile at Elladan. “I happen to agree with you there, pen-neth.” His gaze turned thoughtful. “And what of you and Elrohir?”
“I do not know what you mean.”
Pen-neth – young one
Drabble 46
“I think you do,” Glorfindel said quietly. “Does Elrohir know how you feel about him?”
“No!” Elladan said fiercely. “Nor do I want anyone to interfere.”
“Calm down,” the warrior said mildly. “I have no intention of interfering any more than anyone else does. You must work this out with your brother.”
“And therein lies the crux of the matter,” Elladan said. “He views me as his slightly older twin brother, not as a potential lover and mate.”
“Then it is up to you to convince him otherwise,” Glorfindel replied.
“I know,” Elladan sighed. “But I do not know how.”
Drabble 47
“I can not – we can not – help you,” Glorfindel said seriously.
“That, of course, is of no help to me,” Elladan said. “Yet, at the same time, I understand why you say this.” He sighed. “Just do not expect anything to happen soon – that is all I can say.”
Glorfindel said nothing, instead handing Elladan his tunic. Both elves remained silent as they made their way back to the house. “Are you having dinner again with Erestor?” Elladan finally asked.
The warrior smiled. “Aye, and hopefully tonight I can finally convince him to go to the Hall of Fire afterwards.”
Drabble 48
“You know he worries about what is being said,” Elladan replied as the two elves walked up the stairs and inside.
“I know, and I wish he would not. What others think does not concern me; we love each other, and I am not afraid to show that love. Let others say what they will; I will not allow their petty jealousy to come between Erestor and I.”
“You think it jealousy?” Elladan asked.
“Of course it is. I truly believe there are those who wonder how I managed to ensnare Erestor because they failed to do so.”
Elladan stared.
Drabble 49
Glorfindel caught his look. “You seem surprised,” he remarked.
“That is because I am,” Elladan replied.
“Have you not noticed how beautiful he is, how ethereal? That others look at him with desire in their eyes?”
Elladan opened and closed his mouth, not knowing what to say.
“Oh, I am well aware of the looks I have received since my arrival in Imladris by elves who wish to have me in their beds. But I have also seen the looks that Erestor has received. He seems untouchable, and is therefore seen as a challenge. However, he is now definitely mine.”
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Elladan found his voice. “Rather possessive, are we not?” he asked, bemused.
Glorfindel smiled ruefully. “I can not help it. He is my heart, my soul. Those who desire him seek only to try and break through the barrier that he has built around himself, and will then discard him once they had achieved their goal.” There was a sound of disgust in his voice. “They would not have taken the time to really get to know him.”
Elladan could not help but grin. “You sound truly besotted,” he said.
Glorfindel shook his head, smiling. “Not besotted, pen-neth, in love.”
Pen-neth – young one
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Hesitantly, Erestor stepped into the Hall of Fire behind Glorfindel. Not that he really had a choice, for his hand was firmly in the grip of Glorfindel’s, and the warrior was not about to let go.
“Erestor, Glorfindel!” Elrond exclaimed. “It has been a while since you both joined us. Come, sit, and I will pour you both some mulled wine.”
Erestor could feel himself flushing. He sensed the eyes upon him, imagined the whispers, and wanted nothing more than to flee. However, as if sensing what was going through Erestor’s mind, Glorfindel tightened his grip and drew Erestor closer.
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“We realise it has been some time,” Glorfindel said smoothly. His eyes travelled around the room, challenging anyone to dare speak. Some openly met his gaze; others studiously averted theirs, or found great interest in the goblets of wine they held in their hands.
However, a few gazes, Elladan noticed, were settled upon Erestor, and he was surprised to see…envy? Had Glorfindel been right? Were there those who desired Erestor but had somehow never managed to breach the advisor’s guard? Elladan sat back in his chair. Or was it because Erestor had managed to ensnare the heart of the warrior?
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Elladan pricked his ears as he heard another elf speak.
“How did Glorfindel manage to break through Erestor’s defences?” he asked of another. “Every time I approached the advisor I was rebuffed.”
“Mayhap the advisor has a thing for warriors,” the other elf replied.
The first elf sighed. “Whatever it may be,” he said, “Glorfindel has achieved what I could not.”
“What do you see in Erestor?” the second elf asked curiously.
“Fire,” the first elf replied, almost dreamily. “Fire and passion. He hides it, but it is there. I know it.”
Elladan shook his head. Who would have thought?
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“Why did I agree to go to the Hall of Fire?” Erestor asked later as he and Glorfindel headed to their respective rooms.
“Because I am tired of us hiding ourselves away,” Glorfindel replied. “I want everyone to see how happy we are. You do realise there are some who envy me,” he continued, turning to face the dark-haired elf.
Erestor stared. “Envy *you*?”
“Did you honestly think that you were not desired by some elves here?”
Erestor shook his head. “No…” he said slowly. “How could anyone see me as desirable?”
“Apart from me, you mean?” Glorfindel asked, amused.
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“I do not believe you,” Erestor said with certainty. “You desire me, yes, but then you love me. To the others here I am an unsmiling, unfeeling elf. They do not desire the likes of me.”
“Wrong,” Glorfindel stated firmly. “They saw you as a challenge. Each of them wondered what it would take to break through and claim you. Not only that, they sense in you the same as I – that you are a passionate elf.”
“You speak nonsense,” Erestor said, though his voice was now a little uncertain.
“Actually,” another voice said, “he does not – far from it.”
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“Elladan!” Erestor turned around and saw the eldest Peredhel twin grinning at them.
“I overheard at least one interesting conversation relating to you,” Elladan said. “I will not go into details; however, suffice to say, what Glorfindel says is definitely not nonsense.”
Glorfindel smiled, smug in the knowledge that he had been proved correct. Erestor, however, could only shake his head slowly, disbelievingly.
“I trust you will plight your troth soon?” Elladan queried a little impishly.
Erestor narrowed his eyes. “Plight our troth? You presume too much.”
“Do I?” Elladan shook his head, grinning widely. “I do not think so.”
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Erestor huffed, a little annoyed. Then, out of the blue, he asked, “Glorfindel, will you bind with me?” surprising not only the warrior and Elladan, but himself as well.
“Do I get a choice?” Glorfindel asked stupidly.
“No,” Erestor said, feeling more confident.
“I see.” The warrior turned to Elladan, who held up his hands.
“Do not look at me – ‘tis you he asked!”
Looking back at the expectant Erestor, Glorfindel began to smile. “Will ‘yes’ suffice as an answer?”
“That will do admirably,” Erestor replied happily.
“Shall we go and tell Elrond?” Glorfindel asked.
“An excellent idea,” Erestor said.
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Elrohir stared at his brother. “Erestor asked Glorfindel to bind with him, just like that, and in front of you?”
Elladan nodded, chuckling. “Believe me when I say it was the last thing Glorfindel or I expected. Mind you, I do not think even Erestor had expected to blurt it out like that.”
Elrohir sat down in a nearby chair. “Was there something in the mulled wine that Adar gave everyone?” he asked, looking at his brother with something akin to mild horror in his eyes.
The elder twin shook his head, smiling. “I do not think so,” he said.
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The binding ceremony was to be held the following week, at Erestor’s insistence. Both Elrond and Glorfindel tried to persuade him otherwise, but Erestor was adamant. He threw himself into the preparations with a zeal that left others floundering until Elrond was able to collect himself and take over, even going so far as to put a lock on Erestor’s study door so as to stop the advisor from trying to do anything.
There was no time for representatives from other realms to be at the ceremony, but Erestor did not care. All he wanted now was Glorfindel, and forevermore.
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The day itself dawned bright and clear, and the afternoon saw all the residents of Imladris gathered in the main garden to witness the ceremony. There was barely a dry eye as the two elves said their vows and exchanged rings, followed by Erestor kissing Glorfindel with such heartfelt passion that it left the warrior staggering, as well as a number of elves sniggering at the display.
Celebrations went well into the night, with the newly-bonded couple managing to sneak away when the opportunity arose for them to do so, and they quickly made their way to their new rooms.
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Once inside, Glorfindel shut the door and turned to face Erestor. “Now, will you *finally* tell me why the rush?” he asked.
“I was tired of waiting,” Erestor replied as he began undoing the lacings to his tunic.
“You were tired of waiting,” Glorfindel echoed. “Tired of waiting for what?”
“Tired of waiting to get you into my bed,” Erestor stated categorically, glancing over to the bed that dominated the room. “Actually, *our* bed,” he corrected. “I want to be the sheath to your sword.” He then glanced coyly at Glorfindel. “And for you to be the sheath for mine.”
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Glorfindel felt the blood rush to his groin, and he stifled a groan. “And we had to be bound to do this?” he asked.
“Yes.” Erestor’s answer was decisive as he pulled his tunic over his head.
“Oh,” was all the Glorfindel could say, and his hands moved slowly to the lacings on his own tunic.
“Leave those alone,” Erestor ordered. Glorfindel’s hands dropped, and he watched in rapt fascination as Erestor proceeded to remove first his soft shoes, then his leggings. He swallowed.
Dressed only in a loincloth, Erestor approached Glorfindel with an almost feral gleam in his eyes.
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“Now, where to begin,” Erestor purred. “I believe I shall start…here…” Nimble fingers made quick work on the lacings of Glorfindel’s tunic before pulling it over the warrior’s head. Poking a finger into Glorfindel’s chest, Erestor began to propel the warrior backwards, and suddenly Glorfindel found himself sitting down on the bed.
“Better,” Erestor said, smirking. He knelt down to remove Glorfindel’s boots. “Stand up,” he ordered, and when the warrior did began swiftly to undo the ties on Glorfindel’s leggings. Erestor pulled them down, allowing his mate’s erection to spring free.
“Mmm…I *do* like what I see,” Erestor murmured.
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Glorfindel whimpered. His legs giving way, he found himself once more sitting on the bed. “I do not understand,” he finally said, staring in bewilderment at the dark-haired elf standing before him. “This is so sudden. I wanted this, yes, but now it has happened so quickly that it has verily taken my breath away.”
Erestor sat down on the bed next to him. “For most of my life I have been cautious,” he began. “I always thought things through not once or twice, but many times, always wondering if what I was doing was right.” He smiled at Glorfindel.
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“And?” Glorfindel asked, wanting Erestor to continue.
“I do not want to be cautious any more – well, at least where you are concerned.” Erestor flushed slightly. “Do you think me a fool?” he asked.
Glorfindel gathered his mate into his arms. “Definitely a fool,” he said affectionately. “A fool I love beyond life itself.” He pulled away slightly and raised Erestor’s face so that he could gaze into the dark-haired elf’s eyes. “Will you allow me to be a fool with you?” Glorfindel asked softly.
Erestor smiled. “Most definitely.”
“Good,” Glorfindel said in satisfaction. “Now, where shall we fools begin?”
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“Would you like me to make some suggestions?” Erestor purred, his hand skimming over Glorfindel’s chest, making the warrior tremble. The dark-haired elf tilted his head slightly, a glimmer of a smile on his lips. “You like this,” he said, repeating his movements, and Glorfindel whimpered.
The warrior’s arousal twitched as Erestor’s hand moved down Glorfindel’s stomach, only for it to stop short of where Glorfindel would like his mate’s hand to really be.
“I want to taste you,” Erestor whispered huskily. “I want to bring you to the edge of a precipice, and then catch you when you fall.”
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“Then do it,” Glorfindel rasped. “Let me fall, ervainen vorn; let me be consumed by you. I want…” Glorfindel’s voice became a strangled gasp as he felt the wet heat of Erestor’s mouth engulfing his arousal.
Erestor hummed, smiling inwardly as Glorfindel groaned and began thrusting his hips, driving his erection further into the dark-haired elf’s mouth. This was definitely what Erestor wanted as he felt the tip of Glorfindel’s arousal brush the back of his throat. He sucked harder, wanting his warrior to spill, wanting so much to finally be able to taste Glorfindel. He had waited long enough.
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“Close,” Glorfindel whispered, his hand entwined in his mate’s hair. But barely had he said it, he exploded, his seed shooting down Erestor’s throat, and Glorfindel fell down the precipice that his dark-haired elf had brought him to. And he fell willingly, trusting utterly that his mate would be there to catch him.
His body now sated, Glorfindel felt Erestor move up his body, pressing kisses on his stomach, his chest, laving a nipple briefly before Erestor moved further and kissed Glorfindel on the lips.
Glorfindel tasted himself on Erestor’s lips, and he felt his member surge back to life.
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“I have not finished with you yet,” Erestor whispered against Glorfindel’s lips.
“I should hope not,” Glorfindel growled back, and made to flip Erestor onto his back.
“No!” Glorfindel heard Erestor’s commanding tone and lowered his hands, feeling suddenly thrilled by the fact that his dark-haired elf was so obviously in charge.
“What did you have in mind?” Glorfindel whispered, meeting Erestor’s desire-filled gaze with his own.
“Relax, and let me show you,” Erestor said. “Do you have any oil?”
“In the bathing chamber,” Glorfindel said, watching with undisguised appreciation Erestor’s nude form as he went to get the oil.
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Erestor soon returned with the oil, a sensual smile playing on his lips.
Glorfindel swallowed at the vision walking towards him, Erestor’s erection swaying with the movement. He knew what was going to happen, and could not wait to feel Erestor inside of him. The warrior was aware he was completely at the mercy of the ethereal, dark-haired beauty, and he had no hesitation in giving himself to Erestor, body and soul.
Without a word, Erestor knelt between Glorfindel’s legs, unstoppering the bottle. The warrior drew his knees to his chest, opening himself, and waited for Erestor to prepare him.
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Erestor was nervous. The fact that Glorfindel was so accepting of what was about to happen added to what the dark-haired elf was feeling. But, looking into Glorfindel’s eyes, he saw complete love and trust, and Erestor found himself relaxing slightly.
Carefully pouring some of the oil on his fingers, he re-stoppered the bottle before laying it on the bed. Leaning forward, one finger breached Glorfindel’s rosy aperture, and Erestor heard the warrior sigh.
“More,” Glorfindel whispered. He felt as Erestor added another finger, soon to be joined by a third, stretching and preparing him for what was to come.
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There was a moan from Glorfindel as Erestor removed his fingers. His hands shaking slightly, Erestor re-opened the bottle and hastily poured some of the oil on his erection, not caring that some of it spilt on the bed. Tossing the bottle aside, the dark-haired elf paused for a moment, marvelling at the fact that he was bringing his strong warrior undone. It was a heady feeling, and Erestor was determined to bring Glorfindel to the edge over and over again until the warrior was begging for mercy.
“Please, Erestor, make love to me.” Glorfindel’s voice was hoarse with need.
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Erestor began to push in slowly, the head of his erection breaching the guardian ring, watching Glorfindel carefully for any signs of discomfort.
“I am not fragile, ervainen vorn,” Glorfindel growled. “Move!” The warrior moved his hips slightly, forcing Erestor further into him.
With a sigh, Erestor pushed in completely, pausing once more, his dark eyes almost black with desire. He leant down and nuzzled Glorfindel’s ear. “You feel so good,” Erestor whispered seductively. “You were right; it feels just as good do be the sword as well as the sheath.”
“Do you plan to tease me all night, Erestor?”
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“Hmmm…the idea definitely has possibilities,” Erestor replied, still nuzzling Glorfindel’s ear. He flexed his hips slightly, and Glorfindel whimpered.
“Please, melethen…” Glorfindel’s voice was husky, his eyes slightly glazed. “I want…”
“What do you want?” Erestor whispered, his tongue swirling inside his mate’s ear. He felt Glorfindel shudder beneath him.
“Must I spell it out?” Erestor could hear the frustration now in Glorfindel’s voice.
“I think you may have to,” Erestor purred. Though, if truth be told, the dark-haired elf wanted nothing more than to slam into the willing body beneath him till they both fell burning over the edge.
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In the end, Erestor could not hold out. He moved his hips, driving himself in further.
“Yes…” Glorfindel moaned, wrapping his legs around Erestor’s waist. “More, ervainen vorn, more – do not hold back.” The last word was said at almost a gasp as Erestor brushed over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Erestor thrust even harder, glorying in the fact that his warrior was slowly becoming undone. His warrior, his lover, his mate, the elf with whom Erestor’s soul was now irrevocably bound. His thrusting became more erratic as he came closer to the edge, and then he gasped in disbelief.
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Glorfindel came without his erection being touched, the warrior’s seed spurting over his stomach and chest. “Fall with me, Erestor,” the warrior managed to say, his eyes locking with Erestor’s.
“Yes…yes!” Erestor almost sobbed as his release tore through him, his seed slicking Glorfindel’s channel. The dark-haired elf collapsed on top of the warrior, his body still shuddering from the after-shocks. Dazedly he felt as Glorfindel stroked his hair.
“So perfect,” Glorfindel whispered, allowing his legs to drop to either side, but wrapping his arms around his mate to keep him close. The warrior was happy and more than content.
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“I did not hurt you?” Erestor asked quietly, raising his head to look down at his warrior.
“Hurt me?” Glorfindel chuckled. “Nay, ervainen vorn, you can never hurt me. I would gladly do this again and again before the night is through.”
Erestor sighed and lowered his head once more onto Glorfindel’s shoulder. “I am not sure if I can,” he said, unable to stifle his yawn.
Glorfindel smiled as he felt Erestor yawning. “Then let us sleep first, melethen,” he said gently. “The night, after all, is still young.”
“Mmm…” Erestor murmured, smiling as he slowly drifting into reverie.
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