Do You Trust Me?

Do You Trust Me?

Posted: March 31, 2006
Title: Do You Trust Me?
Author: Nightcloud
Type: FCS
Characters: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17 for adult content and male/male sex
Disclaimer: Erestor and Glorfindel, and all things of Middle Earth, belong to the late master of fantasy JRRTolkien. No profit is being made here, just having a bit of fun.
Warnings: Very mild consensual Bondage (no discipline, no s/m)
Beta: Athos Silvanus, thanks so much! All remaining mistakes are mine.
Summary: One of Elrond's councilors is having trouble getting some rest; another councilor decides to help.
Author's Notes: Pairing is Erestor/Glorfindel—(but I'm not saying which is which, mostly because they won't let me know)

//...// = internal thoughts
*...*= emphasis

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//He looks tired//, I think to myself as I stand in the doorway watching him. //Valar, when was the last time he slept or ate?// I move into the room quietly, trying not to startle him. He has been so tense lately, jumping at every sound. That I could follow him from the council meeting without him being aware of it speaks to his fatigue; that and the formal robes he hasn't bothered to change since this morning.

It takes him a few seconds to realize he is no longer alone in the room. His head snaps up, body tensing until he recognizes me. Then he relaxes slightly. His eyes are dull, surrounded by dark shadows; there is tightness around his mouth that speaks of his determination to keep working in spite of exhaustion.

"Do you need something?" he asks resignedly.

I smile at him gently, "I missed you at breakfast..."

"I wanted to get started early," he says, not quite meeting my eyes.

"And dinner last night? You've been here all night haven't you?"

"N..No, I..I tried to go to sleep, but I j..just could not rest," he tells me looking down at his hands, toying with the quill.

"You need to relax, mellon nin."

"I have a lot to do," he protests. "There is a lot to do to make sure everything runs smoothly and the valley is safe. Reports to be written and gone over..."

"There are many to do these things," I point out to him. "There is no need to take it all upon yourself. Elrond does not expect it."

"I expect it," he tells me. "It is my responsibility, my job."

"Do you not think you could do these things better *after* you have rested?" I ask sympathetically.

He looks up at me, eyes pained, "Yes. I just can not seem to find a way to do so."

I am silent for a few minutes, looking out the window behind him as an idea starts forming in my mind. He begins to fidget, plainly wanting to get back to work. "Do you trust me?" I ask.

"What?"

"Do you trust me?" I repeat.

"Yes, of course," a small smile touches his face, bringing a little light back to his eyes.

"No." I stare at him intently. "Do. You. Trust. Me?"

He starts to answer, then pauses to think about it. I wait for him to consider what I am asking. Finally he nods, "Yes. Yes, I trust you. Why do you ask?"

"Come to my rooms tonight before dinner," I tell him.

"Why? What are you planning?"

"Come to my rooms and you will see," I bid him. "I want you to relax and I know of a way to help you do so, you only need to trust me."

"And come to your rooms tonight?"

"Aye." I turn to go. Looking back him, "Of course I will drag you out of here if you do not come on your own." He gives me a look filled with disbelief. "I will do so, mellon nin, do not doubt it."

The look he gives me would make most elves back down, but I hold his gaze until he drops his eyes, "I will be there," he says softly.

"Good," I say and exit the room, closing the door quietly behind me. As I walk away I glance out the windows and realize that I have only a few hours to get everything ready. I decide to head to the kitchens first.

The head cook approaches as I enter cleaning his hands on a towel. "What can I do for you today, Híren?"

"I have invited a good friend of mine to dinner in my rooms tonight. He has been neglecting to eat and sleep," I tell him. "I want his favorite foods, to tempt him to eat, but also they must be relaxing."

"I know the ellon you are speaking about," he smiles. "We have missed him at meals. Do not worry, Híren, I know exactly the menu that will appeal to him the most and will also be soothing. What time would you like it brought to your rooms?"

"I've asked him to come to join me before dinner," I tell the cook. "Will it be possible to have the meal delivered about an hour or so after then?"

"Yes, Híren, I'll have one of the elleth bring the tray to your rooms."

"Good. Tell her that if I don't answer, to just bring it on in; the door will be open."

"I will see to it, Híren," the cook assures me with a smile.

I thank him and leave the kitchens. Next I go to my friend's rooms where I find several personal items that I will need if my plan is to work as I want. Leaving those items in my chambers I go out again, this time to procure several scented candles from one of the storage rooms, and flowers from the gardens.

It takes the better part of two hours before everything is arranged to my satisfaction, which means that I have just enough time to bathe and dress before my guest arrives. I dress in dark blue suede leggings and a lighter blue silk shirt.

I finish lighting the candles in the bathroom and making sure the water in the bathing pool is just right when someone knocks softly on the door to my chambers. I pick up a dark burgundy heavy silk scarf from the table where I had placed it earlier before going to the door and opening it.

"I came," he said glancing up at me and then down at the floor.

I place two fingers under his chin and lifted his head until he was looking at me, "I am glad."

"I am tired," he said, looking at my attire.

"I know that," I smiled gently at him. I caress his face soothingly before dropping my hand to take his; I pull him into the room then close the door. He stands looking at the candles and flowers, his shoulders sagging.

"I can't...not tonight...saes...I...," His voice is drained.

"Shh," I walk to stand behind him, resting my hands on his shoulders. I massage them lightly. "You said you trusted me, remember?"

"Nai, but.."

I don't have to see his face to know he was frowning. "Then do so and stop worrying. You worry too much, Pen vuin. You take care of everyone and everything, for tonight let me care for you. Can you do that? Stop thinking, stop worrying, stop trying to find the answers, just feel."

"I am not sure I know how to do that," he admits.

"Let me help you learn how," I speak softly into his ear, still massaging his shoulders; I am able to feel the tight muscles begin to relax even through the heavy velvet of his robes. I begin to sing quietly, matching the rhythm of the massage to the song. Shortly he is swaying, beginning to relax even more.

"All right," he murmurs. "What would you have me do?"

I let the scarf slide into his field of vision, "Tonight you make no decisions, and to help with that you won't be able to see."

He thinks about what I've said for several heartbeats and I think he is going to refuse; then he sighs and says, "I said I trusted you, and I do. Maybe this will work. Go ahead."

"Thank you," I tell him sincerely. Taking the scarf I place it over his eyes and tie it securely at the back of his head, being very careful not to catch any of his hair in it. "Is that comfortable?" I ask.

"Nai."

I move around to face him; he is biting his lower lip, clearly less than happy at being without sight. "You are doing fine," I tell him. "We are going into the bathroom now. Do not worry, I will guide you."

"All right."

Taking his arm I walk him into the bathing room, it isn't far and he knows where it is located as well as I. However, having to rely on me to be sure he doesn't trip or stumble into anything is difficult for him. My dear friend is not accustomed to relying on anyone for any help of any kind; he is independent to a fault. Tonight will be a different experience for him; one I hope will help him regain some of the inner light his exhaustion has stolen from him. I grin at the sigh that escapes him when we reach the bathroom.

The room is filled with the scent of the oils I have poured into the hot water as well as the candles. I smile as he draws in several deep breaths enjoying the fragrance. "Like it?" I ask softly, moving closer to him.

"Mmmm, chamomile and lavender, right?" he queries.

"Nai," I agree. "Among other things."

"What?" he asks, taking another deep breath.

"A little of this, a little of that," I chuckle. I begin untying the laces of his outer robe. When it is open I remove it and then begin loosening his shirt. Once his chest is bare I run my hands over his chest lightly, enjoying the feel of satin smooth skin over well toned muscle. I smile when he hisses and pushes himself against my hands. "Nay, just behave," I tell him. I place my hands on either side of his waist, taking the opportunity to caress a little as I move him to the bench near the wall and then push on his shoulders to get him to sit. I kneel to remove the short boots he is wearing. Running my hands up his legs I reach to the laces of his leggings and open them.

"Lift, meleth," I tell him.

Leaning on his hands he raises his hips and I remove his leggings, taking his loin cloth with them. I stand him up and guide him to the filled bathing pool; carefully I help him lower himself into the fragrant water.

"Lean back," I tell him. Guiding him until his head rests on a rolled towel I've placed on the edge for this purpose. I gather his hair and drape it over the edge to keep it dry, with the blindfold on it will be hard to wash, besides the mane takes forever to dry.

Pouring bathing oil onto a cloth I begin washing his right hand, massaging the fingers. I continue to work up his arm, massaging the muscles as I go. I work across his shoulders, then down the other arm the same way.

"That feels so good," he says softly.

"It will get better," I tell him. I move the cloth over his throat and then his chest enjoying the way the foam outlines the muscles, taking my time over his nipples, watching them peak from the gentle stimulation.

Not wanting him to tense, I move the cloth down to his flat stomach, then instead of moving to his groin I move to the end of the pool and start on his toes, moving up his leg the same way I have washed his arms. Finished with one leg I wash the other one; then move to the head of the pool, gently I push him to sit up and wash his back, taking the time to thoroughly massage and loosen all the knots in the muscles under my hands. I pull his head back to the towel. "Are you still with me?" I ask, chuckling at the relaxed state he is in.

"Yes, barely." he answers. "You forgot a part."

"No, I'll do that now," I tell him. I move my hands to his groin, at the same time I move my lips to his and kiss him. Moving the cloth over his penis and testicles I continue to kiss him and when he begins to harden I remove my hand and break the kiss.

"Time to end the bath," I tell him, ignoring his protest. I stand and help him from the pool; taking a large fluffy towel I begin drying him. When he is thoroughly dry I pick up his morning robe from where I'd left it earlier. Sliding the silk over his skin, I close it before guiding him out of the bathing room and back to the sitting room. A fire is burning, and the table has been laid, covered dishes containing his favorite foods sit over warmers. A light wine is cooling in a silver bucket. For a moment I am tempted to remove the blindfold so he can appreciate the sight, but I don't knowing that it might spoil my plan.

I guide him over to the table and help him sit in a chair; I place his hands on the arm. "Still trust me?" I ask.

"Hmm, yes." he sighs.

"Good." I take one of the other silk ribbons I've laid on the table and run it over his wrist. He tenses slightly; I wait a moment while he takes a deep breath and then lets it out. "Go ahead," he says softly.

I kiss him as I wrap the tie around his wrist and the arm of the chair. Breaking the kiss I move around him to the other side and secure his other arm the same way. I kiss him lightly again, then ask, "Comfortable?"

The corners of his mouth turn up into a shy smile, "Nai. Actually I am."

"Good. Now let's eat." I uncover the dishes and find the cook has provided a variety of shell fish in a delicate cream and wine sauce. Fresh vegetables, steamed to perfection. A salad made of greens and tender young vegetables. Another dish contains fruits sliced and cut into bite sized pieces and a basket holds freshly baked bread, the crust light and crisp and the insides soft. A bottle of chilled white wine has also been included.

I place a selection of all the items on a plate for him and then pour wine into his goblet. Picking up a piece of fruit, a slice of peach, I slide it across his closed lips. He opens his mouth and I push the peach slice into his mouth, letting my finger tips linger on his mouth as he closes it.

While he chews and swallows I fixed a plate for myself, and then give him a drink of wine, before one of the shell fish.

"Mmmm," he murmurs.

"Like that, do you?"

"Nai," he nods, "One of my favorites."

"Everything here is one of your favorites," I tell him. "So you have no excuse not to eat well."

"Except that I can't feed myself," he pouts.

I take the not so subtle hint and place another bite into his mouth. The meal continues with me feeding myself and him, mouthfuls of food are interspersed with light conversation. He quickly understands that there is to be no talk of work or duty; grinning, I chatter on about the various doings of our friends and other members of the household.

He finishes a last slice of melon and then leans back, "I hope that's all because I can't eat anything more."

"There's actually much more," I tell him. "But I think we've eaten enough that cook won't feel insulted." I pile the dishes back onto the tray, leaving the fruit, bread and wine for later. "Wait here for a moment, I'll be right back," I say, rising.

"As if I could go anywhere," He grumbles.

I bend and kiss his forehead, taking the tray to the door, leaving it in the hall for a servant to take back to the kitchens. Returning to the table I take a moment to just study him, he has relaxed a lot and is sitting quietly with a small smile gracing his lips. The light from the candles brings out highlights in his hair and the bath and warmth of the room have brought a blush to his cheeks.

When I stand behind him once more, he leans his head back, letting it rest against me. I smile as I once again begin a gentle massage, "I think you're just about ready for real rest."

"Just about?" He chuckles. "I think I'm very ready."

I smile but don't say anything. Instead I move to his side and untie one wrist, then move to the other side and do the same. He reaches toward the blindfold, but I stop him. "Not yet, Seron vell."

"There's more?" He grins. "I might not stay awake for more."

"Oh I think I can guarantee you'll stay awake a bit longer," I tell him. I pull him to his feet then walk him to the bed. I untie the belt to his morning robe and remove it, pushing him to sit. I say, "Get in, Mellon, and move to the middle."

He does as I ask, letting me guide him. Once he is lying where I want, I grasp one wrist and pull his arm above his head. Using the same silk ties from before I tie first one arm and then the other to the head of the bed. His body becomes slightly stiff when the second wrist is tied, though he doesn't protest. "Shh...it's alright," I whisper, letting my hands run down his chest and sides soothingly.

He relaxes as I continue stroking lightly. After a few moments I lean over him and pick up a small vile of oil that has been warming over a candle, as I pull the stopper the scent of lavender and roses wafts into the room. I pour a small amount into my hands and begin massaging him again. Beginning with his arms I work my way down to his shoulders. Leaning over him I let the silk from my shirt glide over his chest as I work, I stroking his calves with my suede covered legs.

My hands stroke down his throat, and I let myself follow my hands with my lips, kissing my way down to his chest. My hands move over his nipples and I tease the hardening nubs with my fingers before following with my tongue. His back arches as he tries to get closer. I grin and then suck the rosy peak into my mouth. He trembles and after some time tormenting one side I move to give the same treatment to the other side. I let my hair trail behind my lips, adding a third form of stimulation. Hands, mouth and hair, I continue to caress my way down his body touching every inch of his skin. The scents of rose and lavender increase as I add more oil to my hands. I take a moment to tease his navel, and then move lower. I kiss the tip of his erection where it lay against his lower belly. He arches trying to increase the contact.

"Saes..." he hisses.

"Not yet," I tell him softly. I trail my hands down his thighs, fingers pressing into the hard muscle. I let my teeth nip randomly, soothing the small hurts with my tongue. I take my time, completely massaging first one leg and then the other. When I reach his feet I knead the strong arches, smiling when his toes curl.

"Like that do you?"

"Ai...Elebreth...what are..." he gasps.

"Shh," I calm him, letting my hands run back up his legs, I stroke over the juncture of thigh and torso, letting my thumbs rest on either side of his elfhood, before leaning forward and licking him from root to tip. I swirl my tongue around the head slowly, savoring the moisture gathered in the slit. I take a moment to pour more oil onto my hands. I suck gently on the head before raising my eyes to look up at his quivering body, then swallow him whole.

"Valar!" he yelps and hips bucking.

I smile around his length, holding his hips down with one arm while my free hand drifts lower seeking the small puckered opening. Finding it, I rub gently, slipping a finger into him when the muscle relaxes. I hollow my cheeks, sucking strongly, moving up and down his shaft and I continue to stroke inside his passage, adding another finger. I find and stroke the buried knot of nerves within, and he tries to buck, his head moving back and forth on the pillows. He writhes under me, straining to reach his release. I speed up my efforts, his organ swells further then pulses, his essence filling my mouth as he moans loudly. Continuing to stroke inside him, I swallow all he gives me as he trembles with his release. Slowly I release his spent organ, pulling away from him slightly. I undo the laces of my own leggings, quickly oiling myself, lift his legs and enter his still pulsing passage.

"Ai...meleth..." he groans. His elfhood begins to harden again as I pull out, then move back into him again. I bend over, capturing his lips with my own. His lips open immediately, allowing me in and our tongues duel, twining one around the other. My hips speed up and I change the angle so I am hitting his prostrate with every stroke. He twists his head away, breaking the kiss and panting. He moans loudly, incoherent half words falling from his lips.

Sparks form along my body centered in my groin and moving to suffuse my entire body. I move my hips faster. Reaching between us, I find his hardness and stroke him in time with my thrusts. "With me, meleth...come with me," I tell him. He roars my name, his voice filling the room and he comes a second time, his inner contractions pull me over the edge as well, and I scream his name with my release. I have just enough strength to roll to the side of him as I collapse.

Once I am able to breathe again I kiss him, before standing to go into the bathroom. I clean myself and finish stripping off my clothes. Returning with a cloth I wipe away the evidence of our releases. I climb into bed beside him and untie his wrists helping him to move his arms down. He turns toward me, and I remove the blindfold.

His eyes are already glazing with reverie; pulling him closer I kiss the top of his head,
"Maer daw," I tell him softly. In answer he snuggles closer. Smiling with satisfaction I begin planning what I will do the next time he finds relaxation difficult before falling into reverie myself.

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THE END

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