Fate's Mirror 20

Fate's Mirror

Part 20

Posted: February 2004
Author: Larien Elengasse

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December, 1701, Second Age, Imladris

Glorfindel and Erestor emerged from their self-imposed exile upon hearing of Lord Celeborn's arrival from Melpomaen. Elrond summoned his two closest advisors to the dinner so that they would hear all of what Lord Celeborn had to say.

They entered Elrond's private dining room together, Erestor dressed in his customary black robes he wore as advisor, Glorfindel in his usual tunic, leggings, and boots he wore as head of Imladris' military defenses. They each greeted Lord Celeborn and took their seats at the table, preparing for a long night of discussions on how to best address the problem from the East.

Celeborn had already spoken with the High King of the Noldor, having traveled to Imladris with the news and Gil-galad's blessing. Círdan was fortifying the Havens against attack as Gil-galad strengthened Lindon's battered defenses. The war between the elves and Sauron had taken a high toll on the elven communities, many were still recovering from having their homes burned and citizens murdered at the hands of orcs.

As dinner adjourned, Erestor and Glorfindel walked down the long corridor toward their respective chambers. Neither spoke for a long while, the somber topic of the evening's discussion weighing heavily on both of them.

When Glorfindel arrived at his door he reached out and caught Erestor by the arm, gently tugging him to a stop. He smiled at his raven-haired lover and pulled him into his arms, purring into his ear, "What say we spend this evening in my chambers for a change of scenery?"

Erestor melted into the Vanya's embrace and smiled. "Aye, that does sound wonderful, meleth," he answered quietly.

Glorfindel caressed his face and raised one eyebrow. "Are you feeling alright, Erestor? You look a bit tired."

Erestor shook his head and waived off Glorfindel's concern. "The evening's topic of discussion was a bit draining, that is all," he answered quietly. His fingers began to unbutton Glorfindel's tunic, questing inside and finding an amber nipple that pebbled quickly beneath his touch. "I am never too tired to explore you," he purred seductively.

Glorfindel's breath caught as he looked into Erestor's pewter eyes, watching them turn from pale to dark. He threaded his fingers inside of Erestor's and pulled him inside, kicking the door closed behind them. He nearly lost sight of his lover in his cold, dark room; he could make out the silhouette of him against the moonlit window. Glorfindel lit a lantern and moved to build a fire to warm the cold air of the room.

Erestor looked around Glorfindel's chamber, at the comfortable but plain furnishings and accoutrements. Glorfindel's rooms reflected who he was, a warrior, a soldier, and an advisor, but it revealed nothing more. Unlike his own tastefully decorated rooms, this one felt temporary, transitional, more like a guest suite than a lived in space. He gasped in surprise when the warrior snuck up behind him, sliding his hands over the velvet of his robes and caressing the curve of his ear with his lips.

"Do my quarters not meet your approval, melethron nín?" the Vanya purred in his ear.

"It does not look as if you ever really moved in here," he managed to say before a soft groan escaped his lips.

Glorfindel purred in his ear once again as his hand found its way past the myriad of buttons and enclosures, to palm his lover's rising arousal through the thin fabric of his loincloth. "Mmm… I guess I never really did. I did not move into the barracks either, not in any permanent sense." He paused long enough to give a gentle nip to the point of Erestor's ear before continuing, "I never thought I would stay, I suppose."

Erestor was quickly losing all train of rational thought as Glorfindel skillfully rubbed his hardening arousal. "And now?" he moaned breathlessly as he arched into Glorfindel's touch.

"Now, my beautiful advisor, I will never leave, for I would be foolish to do so with so beautiful and wonderful a lover here."

Erestor closed his eyes as his fingers raked up the sides of the warrior's thighs, causing him to groan. He slid from Glorfindel's grasp and stripped his robes and loincloth as he moved toward the bed. "As wonderful of a lover as you have proved to be thus far, my Golden One," he said as he placed one hand upon the post of Glorfindel's bed, "I do not believe I have yet seen your true talent. Come, my lion, treat me no more like a fragile doll, make love to me with the fire and heat I know burns inside you."

Glorfindel groaned aloud, Erestor's words inflaming his already heated desire. He quickly stripped his tunic and kicked off his boots as he watched Erestor mount the bed and take down his braids. The Noldo licked his lips in anticipation and Glorfindel thought he had never seen a sight so desirable in all of his long life.

Erestor knelt in the center of his bed, his pitch black hair falling unbound around his broad shoulders and ivory skin, his dark gray eyes glittering with want and desire, his proud length standing against his stomach. Glorfindel removed his leggings and crawled to him on all fours, dipping his mouth to his lover's rigid length, savoring in the drawn out hiss that escaped his lips.

Erestor was inflamed at the sight of his lover crawling to him, his strong arms and long legs moving with feline grace, his deep blue eyes riveted to him, burning him with want and desire, his golden mane falling haphazardly around his shoulders. His eyes caressed the long curve of his back, and his perfect, round, firm buttocks. He sighed; he had never had so beautiful a lover. Glorfindel's mouth and hands consumed him with an intensity that he had not displayed the night before or that morning. As his lover's soft tongue lathed the pouch of skin beneath his arousal he groaned aloud, tangling his hands in pure golden silk. When the warrior's tongue flicked against his entrance he gave a soft keening cry and spread his legs further, words of desperate approval spilling from his lips. He gasped in surprise as Glorfindel grasped the back of his knees, pulling them out from under him and flipping him to the bed, and he groaned loudly as the warrior plunged his tongue inside his willing body.

Glorfindel diligently prepared his lover, opening him, slickening him with his tongue. He drew back long enough to growl out, "Give me the phial in the drawer, there by the bed."

Erestor blindly fumbled inside the drawer, feeling his increasing desire burn him from inside, his desperate need to be filled by his lover draining all sense and reason from him. His fingers located the small glass phial and he passed it to Glorfindel. Each moment he had to wait felt like an eternity as he moaned and arched against the bed in anticipation.

"Saes, melethron," he pleaded. He was rewarded by two oil-slicked fingers sliding inside him with expert accuracy, causing him to cry out and arch against the mattress.

He felt Glorfindel's breath caress his ear and he heard the warrior purr, "Patience, meleth nín, you will have what you seek."

He wrapped his arms around the Vanya's shoulders, tangling his fingers in his hair, and raking them down his back as he writhed around Glorfindel's questing fingers. His arousal throbbed mercilessly between their bodies and he ground it against the warrior's stomach, desperate for release. He groaned when Glorfindel's weight left him and his fingers left his body, feeling bereft and empty. "Saes…" he pleaded hoarsely.

Glorfindel smiled wolfishly and whispered, "I wish this to last awhile, meleth nín. Do not fret, it will be well worth the effort and the wait." He resumed his leisurely exploration of his lover's body, covering each and every inch of his flesh with his mouth and hands.

Hot, wet kisses trailed across his aching flesh, not one inch of his body was left untouched by the Vanya's mouth. Glorfindel concentrated on one pebbled nipple for an eternity as he wadded the Vanya's hair in his fists and arched against him. He felt his body tighten and he groaned loudly, his release denied by the grip Glorfindel had upon his arousal. He panted and went limp for a moment, but only until Glorfindel resumed his sensual torment of his body. Glorfindel's fingers entered him again, probing, rotating, and stretching him carefully. A part of him was afraid; he had been so wounded, so torn up inside. But at the same time, he wanted this more than anything, he needed it as he had needed nothing before. His eyelids began to flutter and he whispered, "Glorfindel, please…"

The Vanya retreated from his onslaught, stroking Erestor's face and pushing his damp hair away. "Ssshhh, meleth nín," he purred. "Do you remember the first time this was done to you? Did you plead and beg for release? Did you think you would burst before it was done? I do not imagine you did, ervainen vorn (my dark beautiful one), but I did. You are stronger than I, Erestor. I crumbled like an elfling, pleading breathlessly through my tears to be released." He caressed the Noldo's lips with his own and whispered, "Remember who you are, meleth. You are strong, my Noldorian lover, no one can bring you to your knees."

Erestor moaned, his fingers clutching Glorfindel's back as he replied hoarsely, "You can, seron vell (my dear lover), you always could."

Glorfindel shook his head slowly and replied, "Nay, meleth nín. I am not worthy of such a claim." He smiled and continued, "Look at me, Erestor."

Erestor opened his eyes and stared into the fathomless deep blue pools of Glorfindel's.

"By the Valar, I swear to you, no one has ever frightened me as you have, pushed me as hard to be honest with myself, demanded so much, made me so angry… and here I am, mad for you, Erestor. I am mad for your touch, for your smell, for your taste. Now that I have held you, I can never be without you. I will follow you where ever you go, I will never stop loving you, never stop craving you, meleth nín."

Erestor forcefully pulled Glorfindel's mouth to his own, claiming his soft lips and sweet, warm mouth with a bruising kiss. The desperate moan that issued from his lover caused a tear to fall from his eye. They had both fallen so hard, so fast, that he could hardly believe that it had finally happened. He released his lover's mouth and whispered against his lips, "Fill me, Glorfindel. I long to have you inside me."

Glorfindel moaned deeply and nuzzled his lover's soft mouth, removing his fingers and placing the tip of his arousal at Erestor's entrance. He pushed forward, past the protective barrier, and into luxurious, velvet heat that fit him like a well made glove. "Melon le, Erestor," he whispered hoarsely as his length slid home.

Erestor arched and cried out the warrior's name as he was impaled by his lover's rigid length. He gasped and panted for air, willing his body to relax, fighting to bring his fear to heel.

"Erestor?" Glorfindel whispered, lying completely motionless inside his lover. When Erestor did not answer, he began to fear the worst. "Gods, Erestor, please… are you all right, meleth? Have I hurt you?"

Erestor opened his tear filled eyes and caressed his lover's face with a trembling hand. "No, seron vell. You have not hurt me," he whispered. "I am overcome, Glorfindel." A smile curved his trembling lips. "You feel…" he paused as he struggled to find the words. "You feel as though you were meant for me."

Glorfindel smiled gently and responded, "I was, Erestor. I am." He slowly began to move inside his lover, withdrawing and pushing in shallowly at first, testing, trying to be sure that he did not hurt the Noldo. When Erestor moaned and began to move against him, he grew a bit bolder, his motion a bit larger, and he angled to touch the place he knew Erestor craved contact with. When he found his target he felt his lover's body arch and tighten around him as Erestor whimpered in pleasure. He caressed his lover's face and neck with his lips as he slid inside and withdrew, striking his target with unerring accuracy, finding the balance between heated passion and loving gentleness. He took Erestor's length in his hand, stroking it in time with his motion, drawing him on toward release. As much as he wanted to stay inside him forever, for this to last forever, he did not wish to tax his lover beyond what he could bear. He brought Erestor to completion, his own climax following hard upon as his lover's body milked his essence from him.

He lay his head upon the pillow next to Erestor's as he felt his body quiver and shake with the aftershocks of his spent passion. Erestor trembled similarly beneath him and he nuzzled his lover's ear. He sighed as Erestor's hands stroked his hair and his soft lips formed loving words against the curve of his ear. He sighed quietly as his length slipped from his lover's body and he slowly rolled to the side.

Erestor also rolled to his side to face Glorfindel and he smiled at the warrior. "That was simply delicious, meleth nín," he whispered sultrily.

Glorfindel smiled broadly and answered, "Oh yes, it most certainly was." He propped his head upon his hand and tucked a strand of raven hair behind Erestor's ear. "Do you feel all right, meleth?"

Erestor nodded and sighed. "Aye, I feel wonderful. Though I will be happy when we no longer need be so careful."

Glorfindel chuckled and placed a soft kiss upon his lover's forehead. "Should I be worried, mellonamin? This sounds somewhat ominous."

Erestor smiled and laughed. "Oh, I think you will be able to… rise to the challenge." He waggled his eyebrows and smiled wolfishly.

Glorfindel laughed heartily and gathered his lover in his arms. "Ai, Erestor. I do love you so," he said, his voice radiating joy. He rose from the bed, pumped warm water into a wash basin, and brought it back to the bed. He knelt beside the bed and cleaned his lover, caressing his soft skin and washing it clean. He then washed himself and returned the basin to the stand by his armoire. He returned to the bed and peeled back the covers, sliding underneath them as Erestor did the same. They curled against one another and talked quietly until both could stay awake no more.

As they drifted into reverie together, they both wore blissful smiles upon their faces.

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