Mine Always Part2/2
Erestor sat by the always lit fire of his room, “Elrond will not believe me when I tell him what I remember… You will not believe me.”
“I will,” assured the elda sitting by Erestor, pulling the upset elf into the caring embrace again, soothingly stroking the trembling back with his palm. “I will Erestor; you only have to try me.”
“I …” He swallowed hard as he tried to remember how the events of this night had developed to the point he was hanging from the highest window in the valley over the waterfalls. “I could not work any longer, I was tired and my mind was somewhere else…” he started to explain, neglecting the fact that he had been upset for what had happened between him and the elda the previous night and the argument they had had in the morning when he woke. “So … I went out to the hallway, to get to my room and… I felt cold all of the sudden, a chill surrounding me until it went away… as I turned to head to my chambers I saw, this …” He sighed and looked at his hands, not wanting Glorfindel to think him crazy or delusional.
“What did you see, Erestor?” the blond elf asked, petting the dark hair softly and gently.
“You will not believe me… or think I am delusional.” Erestor practically sobbed as he curled up closer suddenly needing the other’s body presence.
“I will not think that of you, I have had more than enough strange experiences as to not believe you so…” Glorfindel soothed softly stroking the dark hair softly.
“There was, this light in the hallway, a sphere of light and the last I remember was the need I had to follow it, then a voice whispered something on the back of my mind but nothing else… until I noticed you trying to pull me up to safety again,” he explained. In distress he glanced up at the blond elf, though the other elf’s eyes were filled with understanding instead of compassion as he had been expecting. “You do believe me,” he gasped in awe, smiling in relief at that fact. “Have you?...” he asked shaking his head weakly to see the eldar nod slowly.
“I think all these happenings are my fault,” Glorfindel muttered softly, ashamed he had not been careful enough to realize this before. “Where did you get that ring? The one with the blue stone you were wearing?” he asked softly.
“An elf from the smiths gave it to me. I had ordered a necklace to be made with a stone my mother gifted me before I left and this elf told me the craft-elf had not managed to make it but instead he sent a ring, which had also been a mistake because the stone was not the same… Anyway, I went to talk to the elf I had ordered the necklace from and he was not there. I saw this blond one again, and he told me his master had told him I could keep the ring if I wanted it as it had not been made for anyone in particular…”
Glorfindel sighed softly and ran a hand over his golden locks in worry and frustration. “How was this elf you spoke too?” he asked, mostly out of curiosity.
“What do you mean?” The chief advisor frowned.
“How did he look,” Glorfindel clarified softly, glancing up at the Noldor elf. “Did you notice anything strange about him? Something that might have caught your attention?”
“Yes, in fact there was.” Erestor sighed before chewing his lower lip softly in thought. “His clothes… and the braids were the fashion used in Gondolin long ago. I have only seen those in drawings and the fabric of his clothes are extremely rare nowadays.”
“Was he wearing two single braids at the sides of his head, and blue dark pants with a white old fashioned shirt? Silver clips holding his hair as well?” Glorfindel asked. needing to be sure it was the same elf they were discussing and he sighed tiredly at Erestor´s awed and puzzled nod. “The ring, you were wearing was Hénduil´s favorite one, he had designed it himself and supervised closely the elf that crafted it. He never took it off and asked to be cremated with it as well in case something happened to him.” Glorfindel stopped himself at that point, wanting to make sure Erestor was following what he was trying to explain.
“I do not understand,” Erestor babbled, feeling confused by someone’s speech for the first time in his life. “What are you trying to say? That he is dead?” He frowned at the blond elf’s nod. “That can not be, his soul should be in the Halls of Waiting. Not here in Arda…I did touch him,” the chief advisor gasped, frowning in deep thought. “When he handed me the small bag our hands brushed and he pulled away swiftly but I touched him, how can you touch a spirit?”
“I do not know.” The elda sighed softly, wishing to soothe Erestor´s anxiousness with his voice but his hands cupped Erestor´s which were fidgeting with the sleeves of his shirt as he did not accomplish his goal with his first tactic.
Feeling warm hands cradling his own tenderly, he glanced up to see the ocean blue eyes looking tenderly back at him. “He was cold.”
“What?” Glorfindel frowned at the sudden speech.
“This elf, he was cold. I had not paid attention to it but his hand radiated cold instead of warmth as it is natural for any living creature”
Smiling reassuringly, the elder elf nodded. “I know,” he whispered.
“Who was he? And why is he still among us? Why linger in Arda?”
“I am not sure but I think he might not know he is dead,” the golden haired elf explained quietly, trying to clear his thoughts. “Before he made you jump from the window, he told me he had saw us kissing on the hallway, and after I had taken you, the words, *mine, always* appeared on the window of my room.”
“He was your lover?” Erestor asked, not caring he was being rude with his straightness and gasped once again pushing his hands free from the other’s caring hold as the golden haired elf nodded slowly.
Sighing softly, Glorfindel looked at his hands as he wrapped them together in his lap, hating how he felt now, Erestor had rejected his touch at the new discovered information.
“He is jealous,” Erestor concluded, glancing up from his hands and realizing he had hurt Glorfindel by taking his hands so briskly away.
The eldar shrugged slightly not really knowing if that was the reason Hénduil was acting this way. “He was a possessive jealous being when alive so it would not surprise me he would be reacting the same now.”
“But, why now and never before?” the dark haired elf asked, locking his gaze with Glorfindel´s who looked up from his hands to face him as well.
“Because he knows I am attracted to you,” the elder elf confessed bashfully.
“But you have certainly been attracted to others before and he has not… attacked them as he did with me?” He shook his head slowly yet anxiously as he inquired of the blond elf.
“No, not this way… never this way,” Glorfindel admitted now but in a whisper as he averted his eyes, unable to look at the rejection he was sure he would find in Erestor´s. Any possibility of being with the dark haired elf had now vanished completely with his rushed behavior of the previous night. If he had only been more cautious, he would have realized Erestor would never have acted that way. He should have known.
The chief advisor’s jaw almost dropped open at the other’s confession. He was well aware Glorfindel might been attracted to him, that was obvious to anyone who paid a little attention that the attraction had been mutual since the first day, but, he never thought the elder elf had feelings for him, at least not the same kind as the ones he, himself had. “Why did you fear him leaving you?” Erestor asked softly, moving closer to the golden haired elf and urging Glorfindel to look up at him again.
“What?” the blond eldar asked confused and not sure of what Erestor was asking him.
“He might have chosen to stay but, if I am not mistaken, you wished for him not to leave. You were the one giving him the strength to linger in Arda for so long.”
Sighing softly, Glorfindel looked away once again as he tried to make his mind clear enough to be able to explain a coherent point. “I think, his presence made me feel less lonely,” he murmured in thought, “I know I have great friends in Elrond and Lindir yet I still felt alone, I do not really know how to explain it.” He almost whined in frustration as he was unable to express his past and some of his lingering feelings in words. “I never had a family nor anyone who would care for me like a family would and I think I put my hopes in him… in Hénduil being the one to linger by my side with the passing of the years...Nothing in my life has been stable until I met him, and I liked that, I liked to have someone to return to in the nights, someone with whom I was able to share my thoughts even the most incoherent ones.” He sighed sadly.
Smiling tenderly, Erestor embraced Glorfindel silently. “You can still have that Glorfindel, I am positive Hénduil was not the only chance the Valar had in mind for you.”
“What if he was?” The elda asked, embracing the Noldor elf back, and not caring at all he was now sounding like a scared elfling.
Erestor shook his head and smiled tenderly. “Then I will have no rational explanation for the feelings I have for you since I met you,” the chief advisor confessed, stroking tenderly the golden hair as he felt Glorfindel´s brow rest tiredly on his shoulder.
Closing his eyes, the golden haired elf tightened his embrace on the other’s body at the same time as he pushed slightly away so as to be able to face the Noldor elf. And slowly closing the distance between their lips, he kissed Erestor patiently and deeply until a moan left his throat when he felt Erestor´s own tongue snake between his lips responding to the kiss.
Whimpering softly, Erestor´s fingers tangled in the golden locks gently as the kiss ended, allowing them both to breathe again. “I have never, in my entire felt attracted to another male before you. I have never wanted to feel another’s touch so desperately. I have never thought I would want to spend every minute and second of my day with someone until I met you,” he assured in a gasp. “If the Valar had granted you only one chance to be happy, then I do not know why I feel the way I do regarding you because I have never felt anything like this before…”
Whimpering softly, Glorfindel´s eyes met Erestor´s lowered ones briefly and lovingly before he pressed a new hungry kiss to the pinkish parted lips and he smiled into the kiss when he felt the other’s arms tightening their hold around his neck.
Unable to help himself, and clinging to the other’s body, Erestor found himself easily climbing the other elf’s lap until he was straddling Glorfindel on the floor. His neck lolled to the side in silent offering as the elda spread open mouthed kisses along the beating line of pulse on his neck until he got to his shoulder, causing Erestor to purr softly and alluringly.
“We should… better… stop now,” Glorfindel whispered reluctantly to the warm skin beneath his lips as he pressed them faintly over the sweet vaguely perfumed skin.
Moaning softly, the chief advisor nodded absently. “We should,” he whispered in a quivering voice as his head moved further to the side letting his dark hair fall completely from his shoulder revealing it completely to the other’s eyes.
Gasping at the alluring submissive image, Glorfindel shut his eyes closed, ordering himself to remain coherent, as the last thing he wished was for Erestor to end up hurt again.
Taking a deep breath he reluctantly stopped, pressing his brow to Erestor´s shoulder as he soothingly caressed the other elf’s back.
Whimpering in frustration, the Noldor elf relaxed into the caring arms as his own, wrapped tightly along Glorfindel´s back. “We should try to sleep a little; Elrond will surely inquire both of us first thing in the morning.”
“I am positive he will,” The elda sighed, not wanting to explain all that he already talked about with Erestor all over again. “We should rest.” He sighed, defeated, standing slowly and helping the other as well before leading Erestor to the bed they had shared but hours ago and climbing behind the dark haired beauty he curled up to the warm body.
Closing his eyes momentarily, he concentrated on Erestor´s soothing movements on his back and hair, though moments later his senses were assaulted by the other’s erratic breathing colliding with his own.
Opening his eyes, he found the Noldor elf in a similar position to the one he was in. He was leaning on his side, relaxed with his eyes closed and fluttering slightly from time to time. The only tell tale part of the other’s relaxed position was his breathing and the increasing pulse Glorfindel´s fingers caught as he petted the other’s neck under the dark hair.
Watching Erestor like this, in his bed, relaxed and calm made him realized he was in love for the first time in his life. “Erestor,” he whispered softly as if warning the other of the proximity of their lips before he pressed them to his lover’s ones.
Gasping softly, the chief advisor pressed closer to the slightly muscled chest facing his own as his body arched into the other elf’s touches and kisses pleading for more. Allowing a hesitant hand to slide down Glorfindel´s back, he stroked the round globes of the other’s buttocks, unconsciously urging his lover to move forward, pressing his need against Erestor´s.
Rocking his hips slowly and gently, the elder elf allowed his need to brush teasingly with his lover’s as the same time his lips nibbled on Erestor´s lower lip and his hand snaked under the thin shirt covering the advisor’s taut chest. “I do not think I can stop again,” he whimpered between kisses.
“I do not think I want you to stop,” the dark haired elf managed to mumble softly in a passion filled voice. “Though, I do not… I never…”
“I know,” Glorfindel assured soothingly to the other’s lips before gently pushing the intrusive shirt off Erestor´s body prior to starting to kiss the perfect pale chest softly, sucking the nipples gently between soft tender bites.
Gasping softly, Erestor arched into the teasing mouth whilst his fingers tangled adoringly among the golden locks.
Peppering kisses to the taut chest, Glorfindel allowed his lips to move further down as his hands worked the laces of the advisor’s pants open to free the hard, weeping erection. The mere sight made the blond eldar growl with need and, unable to think of anything but wrapping his lips around the hard flesh, he indulged himself.
Gasping, the chief advisor closed his eyes as he felt the velvety lips wrapping around his shaft, slowly, gently sliding down to the hilt until he was fully taken, a soft moan escaped his lips as he felt the muscles in the other elf’s throat clench around him and he could do nothing but to thrust into the welcoming heat. “So warm…” he panted incoherently, thrusting slowly.
Purring, the elda glanced up at his lover and moaned around the flesh within his lips and throat when his eyes caught Erestor´s sight. The Noldor elf was indeed striking. He did not think he could compare Erestor´s beauty with any other elf he had ever seen in his entire life. Suddenly, taking the advisor within his mouth seemed shallow as he found himself wanting even more.
Whimpering, the dark haired elf changed his pout for a welcoming smile when he noticed his lover had only stopped his ministrations to crawl over him. Wrapping both his arms around Glorfindel´s body, he kissed the other deeply and passionately whilst his hips bucked slowly against the elder elf’s need. “What made you stop?” he purred to the swollen lips between kisses.
“You,” Glorfindel panted, rocking his hips rhythmically with Erestor´s. “I want to take you, I want… to make love with you,” he whispered, nuzzling the pale flesh of the younger elf’s neck before kissing it devotedly.
Growling, Erestor´s body arched against Glorfindel´s whilst his hands clumsily pushed the other’s pants off. Instead of removing the pants to reveal his lover’s perfect body he only managed to slide his hands inside the blond´s pants to stroke and grope the round globes. “Take them off,” he pleaded with a lust filled voice. “Please, I need to feel you.”
Nodding absently, the blond elf complied and, reluctantly parting from the embrace, he swiftly removed his pants and shirt as well as Erestor´s own pants before he settled between the parted legs once again, touching and kissing his lover passionately and lovingly whilst reaching for the small phial of oil left on the bedside table the night before. Uncorking it easily he let the right amount of oil spill into his hand before he steadily stroked his member, preparing it for the following step.
Whimpering, Erestor looked with darkened, pleading eyes at his lover and gasped when he felt the head of the other’s shaft sliding easily within the already stretched passage. “More,” he moaned pleadingly, arching welcomingly as his muscles clamped around the hard flesh impaling him gently and pushing inside until he was taking the other to the hilt.
“Alright?” Glorfindel asked softly to the pointy ear as he composed himself, ordering himself not to thrust into the welcoming heat yet, and smiled reassuringly when big green eyes met his own as Erestor nodded, embracing him even more closely, if that possible. Tenderly nuzzling the advisor’s neck, he started to thrust deeply and steadily, allowing his erection to brush over Erestor´s sweet spot from time to time; winning this way alluring whimpers from the other urging him slowly to change the angle as they both felt the need for more.
Gasping, the younger elf’s eyes opened to face his beloved as he felt the increasing pleasure building within his body. Glorfindel´s new angle caused direct pressure on his prostate. Clenching both his hands on the other’s back, Erestor arched almost achingly, moaning and whimpering, unable to form any coherent thought.
Flattering his lover with tender whispers, Glorfindel lowered his body a few inches, allowing his stomach to brush Erestor´s hard on with each of his thrusts until he felt the other growl like an animal whilst finding his release, trembling in his arms.
He felt the need to close his eyes, but the necessity of looking at the elf writhing under him was much greater than his need and, moaning loudly, Glorfindel allowed himself to come as well into the clenching passage which was urging him to do so.
Panting as hard as his beloved Erestor, welcomed Glorfindel into his arms as the other collapsed on top of him, though carefully enough not to crush him to the bed. Smiling and sated, the dark haired elf nuzzled Glorfindel´s neck between gentle kisses as he stroked the golden hair. “That… I have never… felt that way,” he mumbled, trying to find the right words, which until this day had never been one of the advisor’s problems. “Ever…” he gasped, tightening his embrace and feeling the other’s smile brushing the tender flesh of his shoulder.
“I am glad I was the one letting you know you could feel this way,” the blond elf purred to the delicate skin, finally disentangling the intimate bond with his lover and settling by Erestor´s side with a sated, tender smile lingering on his lips as he cradled the other to his chest. “And the truth is I have never felt this way before either…” he confessed, glancing down at his recovering lover. “It is normal to curl up to your lover after a round of lovemaking, but I have never felt the *need* of holding my lover in my arms. And now, when I see you the only thing that comes to my mind is holding you close and never letting you go,” he confessed, blushing slightly as he realized he was rambling like an inexperienced elfling. Though the advisor seemed not to mind as Erestor crawled the little distance between their lips to close with the tenderest kiss ever bestowed to them.
“You do not have to let go of me,” the Noldor elf assured with a sated tone, and smiled reassuringly at his beloved whilst tracing a soft line along Glorfindel´s cheek. “I love you. I will be here for you whenever you want me or need me, no matter what.”
Biting his lower lip in appreciation, Glorfindel nodded once and, tangling his fingers gently on the dark hair, he brought Erestor´s lips to his own for a new, loving kiss. “I love you as well, and I will never want to let you go,” he half reassured, half warned.
“You won’t have to,” Erestor assured once again, stroking idly the bare chest before kissing it softly and cuddling on it while embracing Glorfindel tightly and tugging the blanket over their naked bodies.
In comfortable silence both sated elves fell asleep, knowing they had found each other and their love would help them go through the perils of life. The presence of Glorfindel´s past lover vanished that night as the ring fell into the night and Glorfindel hoped in his dreams it would never return…
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“Ada?” A small elfling toddled to his father’s side, jumping the broken branches lying on the green grass of the eastern gardens of Imladris. “Ada!” he chided, as his father had not seemed to notice him, and tugged the dark haired elf’s robes when he got closer. “Ada? Can I keep it?” he asked, holding a muddy old ring up for his father to see and a grin formed on his lips when his father nodded. The ring seemed old and the blue stone was cracked, though when it slid on the elfling´s hand it shone again to the dim light of the morning as if it had found life again.
“Come, it is time to go,” Mil Garion acknowledged softly, picking up his son in his arms and settling the elfling on the horse’s saddle. Though, one thing made him blink before he shook his head dismissively and finally followed his son, it had seemed to him that his son’s eyes had turned hazel, though he was sure it could not have been more than a trick of the dim sun.
The End.
“I will,” assured the elda sitting by Erestor, pulling the upset elf into the caring embrace again, soothingly stroking the trembling back with his palm. “I will Erestor; you only have to try me.”
“I …” He swallowed hard as he tried to remember how the events of this night had developed to the point he was hanging from the highest window in the valley over the waterfalls. “I could not work any longer, I was tired and my mind was somewhere else…” he started to explain, neglecting the fact that he had been upset for what had happened between him and the elda the previous night and the argument they had had in the morning when he woke. “So … I went out to the hallway, to get to my room and… I felt cold all of the sudden, a chill surrounding me until it went away… as I turned to head to my chambers I saw, this …” He sighed and looked at his hands, not wanting Glorfindel to think him crazy or delusional.
“What did you see, Erestor?” the blond elf asked, petting the dark hair softly and gently.
“You will not believe me… or think I am delusional.” Erestor practically sobbed as he curled up closer suddenly needing the other’s body presence.
“I will not think that of you, I have had more than enough strange experiences as to not believe you so…” Glorfindel soothed softly stroking the dark hair softly.
“There was, this light in the hallway, a sphere of light and the last I remember was the need I had to follow it, then a voice whispered something on the back of my mind but nothing else… until I noticed you trying to pull me up to safety again,” he explained. In distress he glanced up at the blond elf, though the other elf’s eyes were filled with understanding instead of compassion as he had been expecting. “You do believe me,” he gasped in awe, smiling in relief at that fact. “Have you?...” he asked shaking his head weakly to see the eldar nod slowly.
“I think all these happenings are my fault,” Glorfindel muttered softly, ashamed he had not been careful enough to realize this before. “Where did you get that ring? The one with the blue stone you were wearing?” he asked softly.
“An elf from the smiths gave it to me. I had ordered a necklace to be made with a stone my mother gifted me before I left and this elf told me the craft-elf had not managed to make it but instead he sent a ring, which had also been a mistake because the stone was not the same… Anyway, I went to talk to the elf I had ordered the necklace from and he was not there. I saw this blond one again, and he told me his master had told him I could keep the ring if I wanted it as it had not been made for anyone in particular…”
Glorfindel sighed softly and ran a hand over his golden locks in worry and frustration. “How was this elf you spoke too?” he asked, mostly out of curiosity.
“What do you mean?” The chief advisor frowned.
“How did he look,” Glorfindel clarified softly, glancing up at the Noldor elf. “Did you notice anything strange about him? Something that might have caught your attention?”
“Yes, in fact there was.” Erestor sighed before chewing his lower lip softly in thought. “His clothes… and the braids were the fashion used in Gondolin long ago. I have only seen those in drawings and the fabric of his clothes are extremely rare nowadays.”
“Was he wearing two single braids at the sides of his head, and blue dark pants with a white old fashioned shirt? Silver clips holding his hair as well?” Glorfindel asked. needing to be sure it was the same elf they were discussing and he sighed tiredly at Erestor´s awed and puzzled nod. “The ring, you were wearing was Hénduil´s favorite one, he had designed it himself and supervised closely the elf that crafted it. He never took it off and asked to be cremated with it as well in case something happened to him.” Glorfindel stopped himself at that point, wanting to make sure Erestor was following what he was trying to explain.
“I do not understand,” Erestor babbled, feeling confused by someone’s speech for the first time in his life. “What are you trying to say? That he is dead?” He frowned at the blond elf’s nod. “That can not be, his soul should be in the Halls of Waiting. Not here in Arda…I did touch him,” the chief advisor gasped, frowning in deep thought. “When he handed me the small bag our hands brushed and he pulled away swiftly but I touched him, how can you touch a spirit?”
“I do not know.” The elda sighed softly, wishing to soothe Erestor´s anxiousness with his voice but his hands cupped Erestor´s which were fidgeting with the sleeves of his shirt as he did not accomplish his goal with his first tactic.
Feeling warm hands cradling his own tenderly, he glanced up to see the ocean blue eyes looking tenderly back at him. “He was cold.”
“What?” Glorfindel frowned at the sudden speech.
“This elf, he was cold. I had not paid attention to it but his hand radiated cold instead of warmth as it is natural for any living creature”
Smiling reassuringly, the elder elf nodded. “I know,” he whispered.
“Who was he? And why is he still among us? Why linger in Arda?”
“I am not sure but I think he might not know he is dead,” the golden haired elf explained quietly, trying to clear his thoughts. “Before he made you jump from the window, he told me he had saw us kissing on the hallway, and after I had taken you, the words, *mine, always* appeared on the window of my room.”
“He was your lover?” Erestor asked, not caring he was being rude with his straightness and gasped once again pushing his hands free from the other’s caring hold as the golden haired elf nodded slowly.
Sighing softly, Glorfindel looked at his hands as he wrapped them together in his lap, hating how he felt now, Erestor had rejected his touch at the new discovered information.
“He is jealous,” Erestor concluded, glancing up from his hands and realizing he had hurt Glorfindel by taking his hands so briskly away.
The eldar shrugged slightly not really knowing if that was the reason Hénduil was acting this way. “He was a possessive jealous being when alive so it would not surprise me he would be reacting the same now.”
“But, why now and never before?” the dark haired elf asked, locking his gaze with Glorfindel´s who looked up from his hands to face him as well.
“Because he knows I am attracted to you,” the elder elf confessed bashfully.
“But you have certainly been attracted to others before and he has not… attacked them as he did with me?” He shook his head slowly yet anxiously as he inquired of the blond elf.
“No, not this way… never this way,” Glorfindel admitted now but in a whisper as he averted his eyes, unable to look at the rejection he was sure he would find in Erestor´s. Any possibility of being with the dark haired elf had now vanished completely with his rushed behavior of the previous night. If he had only been more cautious, he would have realized Erestor would never have acted that way. He should have known.
The chief advisor’s jaw almost dropped open at the other’s confession. He was well aware Glorfindel might been attracted to him, that was obvious to anyone who paid a little attention that the attraction had been mutual since the first day, but, he never thought the elder elf had feelings for him, at least not the same kind as the ones he, himself had. “Why did you fear him leaving you?” Erestor asked softly, moving closer to the golden haired elf and urging Glorfindel to look up at him again.
“What?” the blond eldar asked confused and not sure of what Erestor was asking him.
“He might have chosen to stay but, if I am not mistaken, you wished for him not to leave. You were the one giving him the strength to linger in Arda for so long.”
Sighing softly, Glorfindel looked away once again as he tried to make his mind clear enough to be able to explain a coherent point. “I think, his presence made me feel less lonely,” he murmured in thought, “I know I have great friends in Elrond and Lindir yet I still felt alone, I do not really know how to explain it.” He almost whined in frustration as he was unable to express his past and some of his lingering feelings in words. “I never had a family nor anyone who would care for me like a family would and I think I put my hopes in him… in Hénduil being the one to linger by my side with the passing of the years...Nothing in my life has been stable until I met him, and I liked that, I liked to have someone to return to in the nights, someone with whom I was able to share my thoughts even the most incoherent ones.” He sighed sadly.
Smiling tenderly, Erestor embraced Glorfindel silently. “You can still have that Glorfindel, I am positive Hénduil was not the only chance the Valar had in mind for you.”
“What if he was?” The elda asked, embracing the Noldor elf back, and not caring at all he was now sounding like a scared elfling.
Erestor shook his head and smiled tenderly. “Then I will have no rational explanation for the feelings I have for you since I met you,” the chief advisor confessed, stroking tenderly the golden hair as he felt Glorfindel´s brow rest tiredly on his shoulder.
Closing his eyes, the golden haired elf tightened his embrace on the other’s body at the same time as he pushed slightly away so as to be able to face the Noldor elf. And slowly closing the distance between their lips, he kissed Erestor patiently and deeply until a moan left his throat when he felt Erestor´s own tongue snake between his lips responding to the kiss.
Whimpering softly, Erestor´s fingers tangled in the golden locks gently as the kiss ended, allowing them both to breathe again. “I have never, in my entire felt attracted to another male before you. I have never wanted to feel another’s touch so desperately. I have never thought I would want to spend every minute and second of my day with someone until I met you,” he assured in a gasp. “If the Valar had granted you only one chance to be happy, then I do not know why I feel the way I do regarding you because I have never felt anything like this before…”
Whimpering softly, Glorfindel´s eyes met Erestor´s lowered ones briefly and lovingly before he pressed a new hungry kiss to the pinkish parted lips and he smiled into the kiss when he felt the other’s arms tightening their hold around his neck.
Unable to help himself, and clinging to the other’s body, Erestor found himself easily climbing the other elf’s lap until he was straddling Glorfindel on the floor. His neck lolled to the side in silent offering as the elda spread open mouthed kisses along the beating line of pulse on his neck until he got to his shoulder, causing Erestor to purr softly and alluringly.
“We should… better… stop now,” Glorfindel whispered reluctantly to the warm skin beneath his lips as he pressed them faintly over the sweet vaguely perfumed skin.
Moaning softly, the chief advisor nodded absently. “We should,” he whispered in a quivering voice as his head moved further to the side letting his dark hair fall completely from his shoulder revealing it completely to the other’s eyes.
Gasping at the alluring submissive image, Glorfindel shut his eyes closed, ordering himself to remain coherent, as the last thing he wished was for Erestor to end up hurt again.
Taking a deep breath he reluctantly stopped, pressing his brow to Erestor´s shoulder as he soothingly caressed the other elf’s back.
Whimpering in frustration, the Noldor elf relaxed into the caring arms as his own, wrapped tightly along Glorfindel´s back. “We should try to sleep a little; Elrond will surely inquire both of us first thing in the morning.”
“I am positive he will,” The elda sighed, not wanting to explain all that he already talked about with Erestor all over again. “We should rest.” He sighed, defeated, standing slowly and helping the other as well before leading Erestor to the bed they had shared but hours ago and climbing behind the dark haired beauty he curled up to the warm body.
Closing his eyes momentarily, he concentrated on Erestor´s soothing movements on his back and hair, though moments later his senses were assaulted by the other’s erratic breathing colliding with his own.
Opening his eyes, he found the Noldor elf in a similar position to the one he was in. He was leaning on his side, relaxed with his eyes closed and fluttering slightly from time to time. The only tell tale part of the other’s relaxed position was his breathing and the increasing pulse Glorfindel´s fingers caught as he petted the other’s neck under the dark hair.
Watching Erestor like this, in his bed, relaxed and calm made him realized he was in love for the first time in his life. “Erestor,” he whispered softly as if warning the other of the proximity of their lips before he pressed them to his lover’s ones.
Gasping softly, the chief advisor pressed closer to the slightly muscled chest facing his own as his body arched into the other elf’s touches and kisses pleading for more. Allowing a hesitant hand to slide down Glorfindel´s back, he stroked the round globes of the other’s buttocks, unconsciously urging his lover to move forward, pressing his need against Erestor´s.
Rocking his hips slowly and gently, the elder elf allowed his need to brush teasingly with his lover’s as the same time his lips nibbled on Erestor´s lower lip and his hand snaked under the thin shirt covering the advisor’s taut chest. “I do not think I can stop again,” he whimpered between kisses.
“I do not think I want you to stop,” the dark haired elf managed to mumble softly in a passion filled voice. “Though, I do not… I never…”
“I know,” Glorfindel assured soothingly to the other’s lips before gently pushing the intrusive shirt off Erestor´s body prior to starting to kiss the perfect pale chest softly, sucking the nipples gently between soft tender bites.
Gasping softly, Erestor arched into the teasing mouth whilst his fingers tangled adoringly among the golden locks.
Peppering kisses to the taut chest, Glorfindel allowed his lips to move further down as his hands worked the laces of the advisor’s pants open to free the hard, weeping erection. The mere sight made the blond eldar growl with need and, unable to think of anything but wrapping his lips around the hard flesh, he indulged himself.
Gasping, the chief advisor closed his eyes as he felt the velvety lips wrapping around his shaft, slowly, gently sliding down to the hilt until he was fully taken, a soft moan escaped his lips as he felt the muscles in the other elf’s throat clench around him and he could do nothing but to thrust into the welcoming heat. “So warm…” he panted incoherently, thrusting slowly.
Purring, the elda glanced up at his lover and moaned around the flesh within his lips and throat when his eyes caught Erestor´s sight. The Noldor elf was indeed striking. He did not think he could compare Erestor´s beauty with any other elf he had ever seen in his entire life. Suddenly, taking the advisor within his mouth seemed shallow as he found himself wanting even more.
Whimpering, the dark haired elf changed his pout for a welcoming smile when he noticed his lover had only stopped his ministrations to crawl over him. Wrapping both his arms around Glorfindel´s body, he kissed the other deeply and passionately whilst his hips bucked slowly against the elder elf’s need. “What made you stop?” he purred to the swollen lips between kisses.
“You,” Glorfindel panted, rocking his hips rhythmically with Erestor´s. “I want to take you, I want… to make love with you,” he whispered, nuzzling the pale flesh of the younger elf’s neck before kissing it devotedly.
Growling, Erestor´s body arched against Glorfindel´s whilst his hands clumsily pushed the other’s pants off. Instead of removing the pants to reveal his lover’s perfect body he only managed to slide his hands inside the blond´s pants to stroke and grope the round globes. “Take them off,” he pleaded with a lust filled voice. “Please, I need to feel you.”
Nodding absently, the blond elf complied and, reluctantly parting from the embrace, he swiftly removed his pants and shirt as well as Erestor´s own pants before he settled between the parted legs once again, touching and kissing his lover passionately and lovingly whilst reaching for the small phial of oil left on the bedside table the night before. Uncorking it easily he let the right amount of oil spill into his hand before he steadily stroked his member, preparing it for the following step.
Whimpering, Erestor looked with darkened, pleading eyes at his lover and gasped when he felt the head of the other’s shaft sliding easily within the already stretched passage. “More,” he moaned pleadingly, arching welcomingly as his muscles clamped around the hard flesh impaling him gently and pushing inside until he was taking the other to the hilt.
“Alright?” Glorfindel asked softly to the pointy ear as he composed himself, ordering himself not to thrust into the welcoming heat yet, and smiled reassuringly when big green eyes met his own as Erestor nodded, embracing him even more closely, if that possible. Tenderly nuzzling the advisor’s neck, he started to thrust deeply and steadily, allowing his erection to brush over Erestor´s sweet spot from time to time; winning this way alluring whimpers from the other urging him slowly to change the angle as they both felt the need for more.
Gasping, the younger elf’s eyes opened to face his beloved as he felt the increasing pleasure building within his body. Glorfindel´s new angle caused direct pressure on his prostate. Clenching both his hands on the other’s back, Erestor arched almost achingly, moaning and whimpering, unable to form any coherent thought.
Flattering his lover with tender whispers, Glorfindel lowered his body a few inches, allowing his stomach to brush Erestor´s hard on with each of his thrusts until he felt the other growl like an animal whilst finding his release, trembling in his arms.
He felt the need to close his eyes, but the necessity of looking at the elf writhing under him was much greater than his need and, moaning loudly, Glorfindel allowed himself to come as well into the clenching passage which was urging him to do so.
Panting as hard as his beloved Erestor, welcomed Glorfindel into his arms as the other collapsed on top of him, though carefully enough not to crush him to the bed. Smiling and sated, the dark haired elf nuzzled Glorfindel´s neck between gentle kisses as he stroked the golden hair. “That… I have never… felt that way,” he mumbled, trying to find the right words, which until this day had never been one of the advisor’s problems. “Ever…” he gasped, tightening his embrace and feeling the other’s smile brushing the tender flesh of his shoulder.
“I am glad I was the one letting you know you could feel this way,” the blond elf purred to the delicate skin, finally disentangling the intimate bond with his lover and settling by Erestor´s side with a sated, tender smile lingering on his lips as he cradled the other to his chest. “And the truth is I have never felt this way before either…” he confessed, glancing down at his recovering lover. “It is normal to curl up to your lover after a round of lovemaking, but I have never felt the *need* of holding my lover in my arms. And now, when I see you the only thing that comes to my mind is holding you close and never letting you go,” he confessed, blushing slightly as he realized he was rambling like an inexperienced elfling. Though the advisor seemed not to mind as Erestor crawled the little distance between their lips to close with the tenderest kiss ever bestowed to them.
“You do not have to let go of me,” the Noldor elf assured with a sated tone, and smiled reassuringly at his beloved whilst tracing a soft line along Glorfindel´s cheek. “I love you. I will be here for you whenever you want me or need me, no matter what.”
Biting his lower lip in appreciation, Glorfindel nodded once and, tangling his fingers gently on the dark hair, he brought Erestor´s lips to his own for a new, loving kiss. “I love you as well, and I will never want to let you go,” he half reassured, half warned.
“You won’t have to,” Erestor assured once again, stroking idly the bare chest before kissing it softly and cuddling on it while embracing Glorfindel tightly and tugging the blanket over their naked bodies.
In comfortable silence both sated elves fell asleep, knowing they had found each other and their love would help them go through the perils of life. The presence of Glorfindel´s past lover vanished that night as the ring fell into the night and Glorfindel hoped in his dreams it would never return…
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“Ada?” A small elfling toddled to his father’s side, jumping the broken branches lying on the green grass of the eastern gardens of Imladris. “Ada!” he chided, as his father had not seemed to notice him, and tugged the dark haired elf’s robes when he got closer. “Ada? Can I keep it?” he asked, holding a muddy old ring up for his father to see and a grin formed on his lips when his father nodded. The ring seemed old and the blue stone was cracked, though when it slid on the elfling´s hand it shone again to the dim light of the morning as if it had found life again.
“Come, it is time to go,” Mil Garion acknowledged softly, picking up his son in his arms and settling the elfling on the horse’s saddle. Though, one thing made him blink before he shook his head dismissively and finally followed his son, it had seemed to him that his son’s eyes had turned hazel, though he was sure it could not have been more than a trick of the dim sun.
The End.