Title: Beautiful 
Author: Morgana
Author's Email: morganalebeau@yahoo.com
Web page: http://www.paranoid.nl/avalon
Pairing; Elrond/Erestor and Erestor/Elrond/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Glorfindel is lonely because Elrond and
Erestor are lovers. Once Elrond learns of a painful
event in Erestor’s life in Gondolin, the half-Elf
takes charge.
Disclaimer: Not mine, Tolkien’s. 
Warning: This story has a threesome and is PWP
Author’s Note: Cannot help it, I am in the mood to
write threesomes!
Beta read by Patricia Pleasant, thanks!



 
Beautiful


 

 
“I should take my leave now,” said Glorfindel, upon
Erestor’s arrival in Elrond’s chambers. The half-Elf
had invited him over for a game of chess and they were
still far from finishing the game, but Erestor’s
arrival signaled that the time had come for him to
return to his own rooms. 
 
Elrond shook his head and rubbed his temples. “You do
not have to go.” It was beyond him why Erestor and
Glorfindel just couldn’t get along. Though, truth be
told, it was his lover who made it very clear that he
couldn’t bear Glorfindel’s presence. He had tried
coaxing his lover as to the reason why Erestor
detested Glorfindel, but the advisor had refused to
discuss the matter. He had let the issue rest, but now
it was just the three of them left; it was time to
address it once more.
 
Most Elves had already left for Aman and his sons were
visiting Arwen and Estel in Minas Tirith, leaving them
the sole three inhabitants of the once fair and busy
Imladris. “Must this continue?”
 
The glare that Erestor gave him told the half-Elf that
his question had angered his lover. Glorfindel rose
from his chair and Elrond did the same, giving Erestor
another pleading glance. He wanted both Elves to stay!
He didn’t want Glorfindel to wander the corridors
alone, as there was no one left that the warrior could
turn to. 
 
“If you wish for it, I will retire to my rooms,” said
Erestor in an icy tone. The fact, that he hadn’t
occupied them for centuries, and that they were
probably a mess, mattered little to him. He preferred
solitude over Glorfindel’s presence. 
 
“Nay, *I* will leave.” Glorfindel gave Erestor a
questioning look. For millennia, he had wondered why
the dark-haired Elf hated him with such vengeance and
had never found out the reason. He gave Elrond a
rueful smile, as he would have loved to stay, but he
then opened and closed the door behind him, giving
Erestor what he wanted – his absence. 
 
Instead of returning to his rooms, Glorfindel headed
for the deserted Hall of Fire. In the old days, this
room had been filled with Elves making merry, singing,
feasting, and story telling. Now the Hall was dark and
empty. Glorfindel sat down in the chair he used to
occupy in the past. These days, Elrond no longer made
use of the Hall, as it was too big for just the three
of them. Releasing a strangled breath, he rested his
hands idly in his lap. He couldn’t remember ever
feeling this lonely before.
 

---

 
“This time I demand an explanation, Erestor. And it
had better make sense!” Elrond gave his long-time
lover a stern glance. He expected Erestor to retaliate
in a similar tone, but instead of receiving the tirade
he expected, Erestor lowered his eyes. 
 
“Melethron?” Elrond advanced on Erestor and lifted the
precious face, hoping the dark eyes would meet his.
“What is this really about?” Elrond wrapped an arm
around his lover and guided Erestor to the couch,
where they sat down. Little things, like Erestor
rearranging the folds of his robes, told Elrond that
his lover was nervous. “Erestor? I do not understand.
I thought that after being together for such a long
time meant we no longer had any secrets from each
other.”
 
Erestor leaned heavily against Elrond and rested his
head against his lover’s shoulder. He closed his eyes
and drew in a deep breath. Even after all these
millennia, Elrond’s mere presence was enough to calm
his nerves and soothe him. Elrond’s hand settled atop
of his, and the half-Elf’s long fingers caressed his
skin. “I love you, Elrond.”
 
“I never doubted you did, Erestor.” Elrond thought
back to the first time he and Erestor had met.
Ereinion had brought Erestor to their encampment to
counsel him in those last hours before facing Sauron.
Erestor’s dark beauty had taken his breath away and
for Elrond, it had been love at first sight. Although
the attraction had been instant, Elrond hadn’t
approached Erestor until they had settled down in
Imladris. He would never forget the surprise in the
brown eyes when he had told Erestor he wished to court
him. It had almost seemed like Erestor didn’t think
anyone could be interested in him in a romantic way.
It had taken Elrond years to convince him to give him
a fair chance and many more years until Erestor
allowed him to address him intimately. He would never
forget the look full of disbelief Erestor had given
him when he had called him fair that very first time.
 
But then Galadriel and Celeborn had visited Imladris,
offering him their daughter’s hand in marriage.
Erestor had been the first to point out how such an
alliance would benefit Imladris and the dark-haired
Elf had offered to step back. Elrond had scolded him
for giving up so easily -- had yelled at him that *he*
didn’t plan to give up on their love. But in the end,
logic had prevailed, and when he had met Celebrían for
the first time, he had realized that she was kind and
loving. So, the marriage had taken place, banishing
Erestor to a place deep within the shadows.
 
But even during his marriage to Celebrían, Elrond
hadn’t stopped loving Erestor. The half-Elf had sought
out his secret love throughout the centuries, and as
Erestor loved him back, they had continued to
physically express their love. To this very day Elrond
didn’t know if Celebrían had ever found out. If she
had, she had never called him on his behavior. They
had been happy and he had loved her even more after
she had given him three wonderful children, but his
heart had always belonged to Erestor.
 
Then the day of the attack had come, forever dimming
his wife’s inner light. Her decision to leave for Aman
had been hard on their children and on Elrond as well,
but the half-Elf had found comfort in Erestor’s arms
after his wife had departed. Erestor had been there
for him in every possible way. The ebony-haired Elf
had held him during the night, when he had suffered
gruesome nightmares because of his wife’s cruel fate.
Erestor had surrendered to his every whim in the
bedroom, and Elrond often regretted taking his lover
roughly when his emotional pain had gotten the better
of him. He had always apologized later, and Erestor
had always forgiven him. Their bond had tightened even
further. 
 
Elrond knew from personal experience that Erestor was
a loving and forgiving person, but his lover’s
attitude toward Glorfindel vexed him. 
 
“Elrond? Where are you with your thoughts, melethen?”
Erestor grew worried, seeing the distant expression in
Elrond’s eyes. The half-Elf was lost in thought, but
still continued to rub his fingers. “I apologize for
being rude earlier,” he whispered, lowering his eyes
once more.
 
“Why? Why do you act toward Glorfindel in that way?”
Elrond shifted on the couch and studied Erestor’s
face. The eyes revealed remorse and asked for
forgiveness. “It is not me you should apologize to.”
 
“Why couldn’t he have sailed for Aman with the
others?” Erestor’s voice was barely audible. 
 
“You know why. He does not want us to be here all
alone. He has been Imladris’ guardian for many
millennia and he still feels it is his duty to protect
us.” Elrond wondered if he would ever find out why
Erestor barely tolerated Glorfindel’s presence. “Do
you wish to go to bed, Erestor?”
 
Erestor felt relieved now that Elrond didn’t pressure
him into discussing Glorfindel further. They had done
so, many times in the past and he had always refused
to share his thoughts with his lover in this matter.
“I would like that.”
 
“Then come to bed with me, melethron.” Elrond rose
from the couch and pulled Erestor with him. He guided
his lover to the bed, where he undid the clasp that
held Erestor’s formal robes in place. The heavy fabric
pooled around his lover’s feet and Elrond gestured for
him to step away from them. “Raise your arms.” Elrond
pulled the undershirt over Erestor’s head and dropped
it onto the floor where it joined the robes. 
 
Erestor raised his hands and placed the palms against
Elrond’s face. “I love you.”
 
Elrond merely smiled and unbuttoned his robes. A
moment later, he stepped out of them and quickly
disposed of his under tunic. Both Elves were naked now
and hungrily stared at each other. “Will you make love
with me tonight?”
 
Erestor nodded once and curled his fingers around
Elrond’s wrist, pulling his lover onto their bed. They
had been lovers for millennia, and knew each other’s
bodies intimately. Erestor’s caresses soon had Elrond
moaning, and when he gently eased the half-Elf onto
his back, Elrond obeyed most eagerly. 
 
Elrond seductively smiled at his lover and pulled
Erestor atop of him. The need for words disappeared as
their lips locked. Erestor’s fingers moved down his
chest until they encountered the first hard nipple. 
 
Rubbing the nub of flesh between his fingertips,
Erestor took his time kissing Elrond. The half-Elf
always appreciated a long and thorough foreplay.
Elrond parted his legs and Erestor knelt between his
lover’s thighs, running his fingertips down the
muscular limbs. Giving Elrond a wicked grin, Erestor
released his lover’s lips and kissed his way down the
toned chest until they encountered the proof of his
lover’s desire for him. The half-Elf’s erection
already leaked droplets of pre-ejaculate and twitched
against his tongue. 
 
Elrond buried his hands in Erestor’s hair, massaging
the scalp. He trembled beneath his lover’s expert
ministrations and bucked when Erestor’s tongue touched
the tip of his throbbing shaft. “More…”
 
Erestor licked around the head, and then softly blew
against the enflamed tip. Elrond squirmed beneath him
and Erestor closed his lips around his lover’s weeping
flesh. Elrond bucked harder, forcing him to take in
more. Erestor relaxed his throat muscles and allowed
Elrond to do as he pleased. The half-Elf buried
himself time and time again in his heat and Erestor
stroked the base, whilst his other hand drifted lower
to touch his lover’s opening. 
 
Elrond purred, feeling that first, tentative touch
delivered to his most secret place and parted his legs
further to give his lover easier access. His testes
were heavy and they tightened, signaling his impending
release. 
 
Sensing his lover was close to release, Erestor
doubled his efforts to bring Elrond to completion. He
carefully slid one finger inside and searched for the
nub inside his lover’s body that would catapult Elrond
toward orgasm. 
 
Elrond tightened his hold on Erestor’s head and
impaled his lover’s mouth on his erection, thrusting
upward at the same time. “Erestor!” He screamed out
his lover’s name, climaxing whilst Erestor manipulated
that sensitive gland deep inside him. Oh, Erestor knew
him so well! 
 
Hot cream splashed against the back of his throat and
Erestor swallowed every drop of Elrond’s release. The
grip on his head was painful, forcing him to remain in
place, but he allowed it. Slowly, Elrond relaxed
beneath him and the hands slipped down onto the
mattress, finally letting go. 
 
“You always undo me…” Elrond’s words ended in a soft
purr. 
 
Erestor let the softening member slip from his lips
and cleaned his lover’s organ with feline licks.
Lifting his eyes, he searched Elrond’s. He was still
hard and wondered if the half-Elf would indulge him
tonight. “I can bring myself to orgasm if you are too
tired to receive me.”
 
“Oh, by all means, have your wicked way with me, but
do not expect me to do any work.” His climax had left
him feeling lazy and satiated. “I long to feel you
inside of me, but…”

Erestor chuckled. “Let me roll you onto your stomach,
then.” Elrond’s purrs became louder, telling him his
lover approved. 
 
Aided by Erestor, Elrond rolled onto his stomach. He
wiggled his ass -- presenting his lover with a
challenge -- and then pushed deep into the feather
mattress. 
 
Erestor reached for the oil, which they always kept on
the nightstand and dipped a finger into the liquid.
Straddling Elrond’s thighs, he used one hand to part
the firm buttocks. The oiled finger settled at the
half-Elf’s opening, teasingly rubbing the guardian
ring. 
 
Elrond closed his eyes in bliss and concentrated on
the feel of Erestor’s finger, gently opening him up.
He involuntarily thrust into the feather mattress, as
his lover’s manipulations had made him hard once more.

 
Correctly reading his lover’s body language, Erestor
forced himself to go slowly. His own body screamed for
release, but Elrond was in the mood to be taken
leisurely. Removing his finger, he added more oil and
returned with two. Scissoring and moving them inside
Elrond’s passage, he made certain not to touch his
lover’s prostate. He didn’t want Elrond to come due to
his fingers manipulating him. 
 
“Three…” whispered Elrond, his voice muffled as his
face rested amidst several pillows. He felt relaxed,
and ready for Erestor, but he savored these moments,
in which his lover paid him such loving attention. 
 
Erestor obliged Elrond and returned with three
fingers. Mimicking a thrusting motion, they pistoned
in and out of his lover’s body. “Are you ready for
me?”
 
Elrond nodded against the pillow. He extended his arms
and reached for the headboard. The once massive
headboard now sported delicately carved bars, giving
him something to hold onto whilst Erestor claimed him.

 
Erestor placed his hands on the mattress on either
side of Elrond’s body and drew in a deep breath,
lowering himself atop his lover. His cock twitched and
pressed against his lover’s slick opening, already
trying to inch inside. 
 
Elrond tightened his fingers around the bars and bit
into the pillow. No matter how much time and care
Erestor took to prepare him, the penetration always
was uncomfortable. He forced himself to push back,
enabling Erestor to slide inside more easily. 
 
“Oh…” Erestor threw back his head. “It does not matter
how many times I take you, melethen, you are always so
tight!” 
 
Elrond grinned into the pillow and mentally prepared
himself for that first thrust. Erestor didn’t
disappoint him and sharply hit his prostate with his
first stroke. “Ai…” The pillow muffled the sound, but
Erestor’s chuckle told him his lover had heard. 
 
Erestor set a slow and punishing rhythm, sliding
inside, completely pulling out, and then thrusting
inside again. He paced himself, wanting their
lovemaking to last. 
 
Now that his lover was holding back, Elrond realized
he was in for a long pounding and his fingernails
clawed at the bars with every wicked thrust. His hard
shaft rubbed against the silken sheet, causing a
delicious friction. 
 
Erestor howled his ownership the moment he found
release in Elrond’s body. Burying himself with one
last vicious thrust, his lips found the soft skin of
Elrond’s throat and he marked the half-Elf, savoring
the waves of ecstasy rushing through him. Suddenly,
Elrond’s inner muscle clenched his unloading shaft,
making him pant hard. Unable to support himself any
longer, he collapsed atop of Elrond, involuntarily
driving himself deeper inside the contracting passage.

 
Elrond groaned, feeling Erestor’s teeth breach his
skin. “Oh… Melethen!” He looked at Erestor from over
his shoulder. The normally chocolate brown eyes had
turned the deepest black he had ever seen. 
 
“Want me… to stay… like this?” Panting softly, Erestor
rubbed himself against his lover’s back and buttocks.
 
“Aye, just a little longer.” They would clean
themselves up after Erestor’s member had softened and
then go to sleep. Elrond lowered his head back onto
the pillow and purred. 
 
Erestor stayed inside his lover until his member
softened. His organ slipped from the slick passage,
and Erestor rolled off of Elrond. The two Elves went
into the bathroom to clean up and quickly changed the
sheets on the bed. Drained, they cuddled up to each
other, re-establishing the close contact and Erestor
hugged his lover tight. Nuzzling the half-Elf’s neck,
he closed his eyes, feeling sated. “I will always love
you, melethron.” 
 
All Elrond was capable of was releasing an agreeing
grunt. He was already on his way to reverie and the
feel of Erestor so close to him would ensure he had
some very interesting dreams tonight. 
 

---

 
Elrond woke hours later because Erestor was moving
about in his sleep. His lover had fallen asleep in his
arms, hugging him back, and had apparently grown
aroused again, as Erestor’s erection pressed against
his stomach. “Not again,” Elrond chuckled, sleepily.
“Tomorrow.” He was about to go back to sleep when
Erestor began to mumble in his sleep. 
 
“Take me… Make me yours…”
 
Elrond raised an eyebrow when Erestor unexpectedly
began to hump him. “Tomorrow, melethen.” They would
make love again tomorrow. But, Erestor hadn’t heard
him and the other Elf continued to whisper.
 
“Possess me… Make me scream your name… Oh,
Glorfindel!”
 
Elrond’s eyes widened in surprise – maybe even shock.
/Not my name? But Glorfindel’s? Is that it? Is that
the reason why he avoids Glorfindel? Because he is
attracted to him?/ 
 
Elrond’s initial shock gradually wore off as he
realized the possibilities his lover’s involuntary
admission presented him with. /Oh, Erestor… I believe
it is time you faced your feelings for Glorfindel./
The thought of Glorfindel making Erestor scream
excited him, and made him grin. /I know what I have to
do./ He would put his plan into action tomorrow.


--- 


Erestor blinked, his eyes still full of sleep. He felt
strangely chilled, and looking about he realized that
he was alone in bed. Elrond had left their warm nest
without him noticing it. But then again, their love
play had left him drained last night. He rolled onto
his back and stared at the stars painted onto the
ceiling. He was very fortunate to have a lover like
Elrond who indulged him – who allowed him to act
freely in the bedroom. When they had first made love,
it had been awkward. Hands, feet, noses and tongues
had ended up in all the wrong places when Elrond had
tried to guide them in their lovemaking. Things had
changed after Erestor had taken control in the
bedroom. The fact that he was able to lead their love
play had left him dazed for weeks, but it had built
his courage and self-confidence. Throughout the years
he had grown accustomed to being the on top, knowing
Elrond preferred for them to make love in that way. 
 
Pushing himself into an upright position, Erestor
bowed his head. Elrond was right; he did owe
Glorfindel an apology, but that meant spending more
time in the golden-haired warrior’s presence and that
thought alone caused him to panic. Ever since
Glorfindel had joined Elrond’s household he had lived
in a constant fear. His feelings for Glorfindel were
deep and old, and he had tried burying them, but he
had failed. Whenever the fair Elf was close, his heart
beat madly in his chest and his member hardened.
/Elrond can never find out./ His greatest fear was
hurting Elrond’s feelings. 
 
Erestor dragged himself out of bed and headed for the
bathroom. The fact that his lover might insist he
apologized to Glorfindel worried him. Surely, Elrond
wouldn’t push him that far, would he?


--- 


“Good morning, Glorfindel!” Elrond found the blond
warrior in the Hall of Fire, after searching most of
the Homely House. “What are you doing here?” The Hall
looked neglected, and seeing Glorfindel seated in the
chair next to the head of the table, on the right side
– where the Captain had always sat – caused the
half-Elf to grow melancholy.
 
“Is it morning already? Forgive me, I did not notice.”

 
The eyes that met Elrond’s gaze were red-rimmed and
heavy with emotion. The half-Elf quickly advanced on
his friend and sat down. “What ails you, mellonen?”
Worried for his friend’s well-being, he placed a hand
on Glorfindel’s arm, rubbing the skin through the
fabric of the silk shirt. “Did you stay here all
night?”
 
“Aye, I did.” Glorfindel closed his eyes and rested
the back of his head against the comfort of the chair.
“Maybe I should sail for Aman, Elrond. I wanted to
stay here to watch over you and Erestor, but all I do
is anger him. Why? Why does he hate me? It was not
like that in the beginning.”
 
Elrond’s eyebrow inched higher. “It was not?” This was
new to him. “But Erestor has treated you this coldly
since the very first day.”
 
“The first day that I joined your household, aye. But
he was not so cold and angry when we lived in
Gondolin.” Glorfindel opened his eyes and the warrior
gave Elrond a smile filled with sorrow. 
 
“Gondolin? I did not know…” Elrond paused to gather
his thoughts. Looking Glorfindel in the eye, he asked,
“What was Erestor like when you met for the first
time?”
 
“Erestor was one of King Turgon’s advisors. Still
young, I believe, but Turgon already valued Erestor’s
advice.” A smile appeared on his features, reliving
happier times. “He was rather shy when he addressed me
first, but he tried to hide his nervousness. His eyes
were kind, his questions showed interest in my person
and I liked talking to him.”
 
“What changed that?” Elrond’s eyes narrowed; he had
never expected to learn new things about his lover!
Erestor had never mentioned counseling Turgon to him!
 
“I do not remember,” offered Glorfindel,
apologetically. “My memory is not what it used to be.”

 
“Try to remember,” insisted Elrond, squeezing
Glorfindel’s arm. “Go back to your first encounter.
Did anything out of the ordinary occur?”
 
Glorfindel closed his eyes once more, trying to
remember. “We talked for a while and Erestor asked if
I wanted to join him for a walk in the gardens.”
Glorfindel’s brow knitted with concentration. “I was
about to accept, but then Ecthelion appeared,
reminding me that we were to spar that eve. This
struck me as odd, as I could not remember making such
an appointment. I assumed it had slipped my mind and
excused myself.”
 
Elrond blinked. “How did Erestor react?” 
 
“Disappointed… Though, he tried hard not to show it.”
Glorfindel’s eyes opened and he drew in a deep breath.
“He was not as vicious back then as he is today.” 
 
Elrond shook his head. “Vicious is not a word I would
use to describe Erestor.” Seeing Glorfindel’s cynical
expression, he asked, “Did he try to approach you
again after that?”
 
“Elrond, this happened long ago and I find it hard to
remember things which happened before my death.” 
 
“I regret pressuring you, but I must.” Elrond was
growing convinced that Erestor had tried to befriend
Glorfindel. Maybe Erestor had even tried courting him
– but unsuccessfully. He knew his lover well enough to
realize that being rejected by Glorfindel would have
stung sharply. Was that it? Was Erestor making the
warrior pay for rejecting him millennia ago? He
repeated his question. “Did he approach you a second
time?”
 
Frustrated that Elrond was pushing the matter,
Glorfindel’s first reaction was to jump to his feet
and leave. But then, realization dawned. Maybe Elrond
knew why Erestor’s demeanor had changed like that?
Closing his eyes once more, his mind traveled back in
time. “Aye, he did. He came to the training grounds
one day and asked me to teach him to defend himself.
He had even brought a sword with him. His request
surprised me; why would a royal advisor need to defend
himself? There were always guards close to protect the
King’s confidants.”
 
“Did you agree to teach him?”
 
“I was about to, but then Ecthelion called out to me.
We had been sparring, you see, and he wanted to
continue.” Another frown, deeper this time, surfaced
on Glorfindel’s face. “Ecthelion… Ecthelion and I were
friends, but he always wanted more. He made a point of
kissing me right then and there, in front of everyone.
I was furious with him for doing that, but could not
reprimand him in public. I waited until we were alone
and then I told him that I did not appreciate it that
he tried to stake his claim in public.”
 
Elrond sucked in his breath. “I always assumed
Ecthelion and you were lovers!”
 
Glorfindel’s eyes sought out Elrond’s and he firmly
shook his head. “Ecthelion wanted everyone to believe
that. He wanted my potential lovers to grow
discouraged and to realize that they did not stand a
chance to win my love.” His next admission was hard on
him. “I think Ecthelion used me to further his
position at Turgon’s court. I was popular with the
King and Turgon would often invite Ecthelion to sit
with us because he did not want to keep me apart from
my lover. I once tried telling Turgon that Ecthelion
was not my lover, but he merely chuckled, telling me
not to feel embarrassed, but to be proud instead.”
 
Elrond finally began to understand some of Erestor’s
motives for shunning Glorfindel. “Did it ever occur to
you that Erestor was attracted to you and wanted to
spend time with you?”
 
Glorfindel gulped. “What?”
 
“He was trying to get your attention, Glorfindel. To
this day, he is no good with a sword. He simply has no
talent for it. He was making himself very vulnerable
by asking you to train him.”
 
“That cannot be.” Glorfindel’s features contorted;
Elrond must have reached the wrong conclusion!
 
Elrond coughed, clearing his throat. “I do not know
what happened to cause Erestor to act so coldly toward
you, but it might be that he did not react well to
being rejected.”
 
“Rejected? I never rejected him!” Glorfindel banged
his fist onto the table, but then he calmed again,
realizing Elrond might have discovered part of the
truth. “But it might have felt like that to him.”
 
“Exactly. Glorfindel, Erestor is a complex being, but
he is not as complicated as he might seem to you. He
has been hurt in the past.” He raised a hand, seeing
Glorfindel was about to protest. “Maybe not by you,
but hearing and seeing Ecthelion claim your love must
have hurt him. Maybe, at first, he thought he still
had a chance with you.”
 
“Erestor and Ecthelion never got along.” Glorfindel
leaned in closer until his brow almost touched
Elrond’s. “That is an understatement,” he said,
correcting himself. “They disliked each other.
Ecthelion always gave Erestor the cold shoulder and
made patronizing remarks.” 
 
Elrond’s eyes widened in understanding. “Glorfindel,
did it ever cross your mind that Ecthelion felt
threatened?”
 
“Threatened? Elrond, have you finally lost your mind
or…?” What was going in his friend’s mind? Glorfindel
simply didn’t understand. “Why would Ecthelion feel
threatened by Erestor?” 
 
“It makes sense if you look at it closely. Ecthelion
sensed Erestor’s interest in you and acted. He was
determined to make everyone believe that you were his.
He treated Erestor coldly and kissed you in public.”
 
Glorfindel shrugged his shoulders once. Looking at it
in that way, it did make sense. “But even *if* Erestor
was in love with me back then, that love has long
turned to hate.” Oh, if only he had realized Erestor’s
feelings back then! He might have told Ecthelion off
more forcefully. He didn’t know what would have
happened between Erestor and him, but things might
have developed differently. 
 
“That is where you made another mistake in your
thinking.” Elrond leaned back and studied Glorfindel
extensively. “I believe Erestor still desires you. It
is the very reason why he lashes out at you.”
 
“But… I thought that… Erestor and you… you are lovers…
or not?” Dumbfounded, Glorfindel stared at his friend.

 
“There are many different kinds of love,” mused
Elrond. “And they differ greatly.”
 
“Elrond? Please make sense.” Glorfindel had seldom
felt this confused!
 
“I *know* that Erestor loves me -- unconditionally. He
is devoted to me and I know he would die for me if the
act would save my life. He was even prepared to
sacrifice his love when Celebrían entered my life, but
I would not have it.”
 
Glorfindel sighed in relief. “Good, for a moment I
thought…”
 
“That I would feel like Erestor was being unfaithful
to me by loving you?” Elrond smiled, reassuringly,
seeing Glorfindel’s shocked expression. “As I said
before, there any many kinds of love and they can
co-exist. The fact that he has feelings for you does
not mean he no longer loves me. If you think about it,
you will realize that he loved you long before he fell
in love with me.”
 
Glorfindel forced himself to remain calm and to think
rationally, like Elrond. Pushing his emotions aside,
he asked, “Let us assume you reached the correct
conclusions and that he has feelings for me, then why
does he act like he detests the mere sight of me?”
 
“There are several possible explanations for that. I
will find out why he acts the way he does.” Elrond
rose from his chair, extended his hand, and pulled
Glorfindel to his feet with him. “Come to my chambers
when Ithil makes her first appearance in the sky. I
will hide you on the balcony and you won’t reveal
yourself until I tell you so.”
 
“But Erestor…”
 
“Erestor will behave.” Elrond nodded once. If he had
reached the right conclusion, there was still hope for
them – for all three of them.
 

---

 
“Elrond, are you certain that this is the right thing
to do?” Glorfindel felt ill at ease now that the
half-Elf had directed him onto the balcony. 
 
“I am,” replied Elrond in a determined voice.
 
“But this is not fair toward E--”
 
Glorfindel’s sentence was cut short because Elrond
resolutely pushed him onto the balcony. The half-Elf
then quickly dropped the curtains, so Erestor couldn’t
see that someone was outside. 
 
“Erestor…” Elrond turned around; his senses easily
detecting his lover’s presence. 
 
Glorfindel sucked in his breath and told himself not
to move, as he didn’t want Erestor to find him. That
would not go well with the temperamental advisor!
 
Erestor’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. Something
about Elrond struck him as odd, but then he reminded
himself that this was his lover – his mate. /Is this
still about Glorfindel?/ He had made himself scarce
during the day, managing to avoid running into the
warrior and his lover. /I should have known he would
want to continue our discussion./ But Erestor wasn’t
in the mood for it. 
 
“I missed your company during the day, melethen, “
said Elrond, gesturing for Erestor to join him at the
dinner table. “I took it upon myself to prepare
dinner. At times, I wish we had stopped some of the
servants from leaving so soon.” 
 
Erestor seated himself opposite Elrond, still feeling
on guard, though he couldn’t quite explain his
discomfort. “It looks delicious. You outdid yourself.”
But in truth he hardly noticed the food. His attention
was solely directed at Elrond. 
 
“I wish to speak with you, Erestor.” Elrond gave his
lover his most stern look – the one he gave Erestor
when his lover had gone too far. 
 
Erestor recognized that expression and prepared
himself for an argument. “Then speak.”
 
“I talked to Glorfindel this morn and he told me
something very interesting. It appears you resided in
Gondolin for a while, acting as King Turgon’s advisor.
You never mentioned this to me.” Elrond prepared
himself for a verbal sparring. Erestor wouldn’t admit
to anything easily and he would have to push his lover
to the limit.
 
Nervously, Erestor swallowed hard. “I did not think it
was of any interest to you.” He had been lucky that
Glorfindel had never mentioned their life in Gondolin
until now; he had wondered when Elrond would learn
that little tidbit. 
 
“On the contrary,” said Elrond, pouring Erestor some
wine. “I find it fascinating. Do you know why?” The
hand that accepted the goblet trembled – minutely, but
Elrond still noticed it. His lover was nervous – close
to panicking actually. 
 
On the balcony, Glorfindel moved as close as possible,
as he wanted to hear every word they said.
 
Erestor sipped the wine and almost spat it out again.
Elrond had selected one of Imladris’ oldest and most
potent ones. He quickly put it down. Elrond was
waiting for him to reply, and Erestor knew he had no
choice but to play the game. “Nay, why?” Beneath the
table, his fingernails buried themselves in the
ancient wood.
 
 “Glorfindel told me you acted differently back then.
That you tried to befriend him. But that never
happened, did it?”
 
“Gondolin was attacked and –“
 
“Don’t give me that!” Elrond rose from his chair and
glared at his lover. “Answer the question!” He had
seldom addressed Erestor in this manner and he wasn’t
sure how his lover would react. 
 
“It never did,” whispered Erestor, quickly lowering
his eyes to escape Elrond’s furious glare.
 
Elrond calmed himself and sat down again. “Erestor,
what happened between Ecthelion and you?” Now that he
was certain that his lover would confide in him, his
tone changed and he placed his hand on Erestor’s,
rubbing the long fingers. 
 
“What do you know of Ecthelion?” Erestor did his best
to hide his panic, but knew he was doing poorly. 
 
On the balcony, Glorfindel’s fingers clawed at the
heavy velvet; he was tempted to push the curtains
aside and to show himself, but he realized Elrond had
done the right thing by telling him to hide here. He
would never find out the truth otherwise.
 
“I know Ecthelion disliked you enough to make certain
you were seldom alone with Glorfindel.” Elrond was
treading on thin ice, but he had to follow his
instincts. 
 
Erestor’s eyes widened in surprise and he brought his
goblet to his lips, almost downing the wine in one go.
“Why are you bringing this up now?”
 
“There are only the three of us left, Erestor. Don’t
you think it is time to burn those bridges and to do
away with the past? Doesn’t the present and future
hold more interest to you?” Erestor remained quiet,
forcing Elrond to continue. “Tell me, why did
Ecthelion dislike you?”
 
Erestor closed his eyes so he didn’t have to look at
Elrond when revealing a truth he had wanted to hide
forever. “Ecthelion knew I was in love with
Glorfindel.”
 
Glorfindel’s fingers tightened in the curtains. Elrond
had been right!
 
Elrond nodded, encouragingly. “Why don’t you tell me
the whole truth, Erestor? Don’t you think I deserve to
know?” He wished the brown eyes would open so Erestor
could see the love in his gray ones. 
 
“The whole truth?”
 
“Aye.” Elrond left his chair and moved around the
table. He sat down on the armrest of Erestor’s chair
and placed a finger beneath his lover’s chin, lifting
the face and watching the eyes hesitantly open. “What
happened in Gondolin?”
 
Defeated, Erestor gave Elrond a look full of despair.
“I fell in love with Glorfindel the first time I saw
him. There was so much life, love and zest in him that
I could not take my eyes off of him. Everything about
him was perfect.”
 
Surprised, Glorfindel listened to Erestor’s words,
wishing the advisor would continue. 
 
“I tried approaching him, but I was very young and
naive.” Erestor leaned into the touch and rubbed his
cheek against Elrond’s fingers as if begging
forgiveness from his lover. “Every time I tried to
approach Glorfindel, Ecthelion would appear, demanding
his time and attention. Then, one day, I sought out
Glorfindel on the training grounds. Ecthelion kissed
him, clearly making his point. Until then, I had hoped
Glorfindel’s heart was still free, but seeing
Ecthelion claim his lips made me realize that I stood
no chance. I did not want to meddle in their love and
no longer approached Glorfindel. Ecthelion however,
used every opportunity to demonstrate that Glorfindel
was his. He sought me out more than once.”
 
“Ecthelion?” Elrond saw his conclusions confirmed, but
also realized there was more to come.
 
“Aye, Ecthelion.” 
 
Glorfindel pushed the curtain aside and peeked inside.
Erestor’s face showed suffering and regrets and made
him feel guilty for not having noticed Erestor’s
feelings in the past.
 
“Ecthelion told me in very clear terms that I was not
to meddle in his affairs; that Glorfindel had no
interest in a mere advisor -- an Elf, who could not
even wield a sword and defend his house in times of
war.”
 
“Erestor, why does it seem to me that Ecthelion and
you…?” There was something he couldn’t put his finger
on, which eluded him. “The way you speak of him – say
his name…”
 
Glorfindel tensed; he had noticed the same thing. 
 
“Ecthelion and I…” Erestor paused to gather his
courage. “Ecthelion loathed the sight of me and it was
not because I had fallen in love with Glorfindel. I do
not know if he was ashamed of me, or maybe he was even
envious that I had gained Turgon’s trust, but my
brother –“
 
“Your brother?!” Glorfindel could keep quiet no more,
pushed the curtains aside, and marched into the room.
“Your brother?”
 
Erestor accusingly glared at Elrond, realizing his
lover had set him up. That stung and hurt. 
 
“I told you not to reveal yourself,” hissed Elrond,
jumping to his feet.
 
“I need answers, Erestor,” said Glorfindel, ignoring
the venomous look Elrond was giving him. Glorfindel
shoved the half-Elf aside and pushed the chair to one
side, so Erestor and he were face to face. “Are you
telling me that Ecthelion and you were brothers?”
 
Erestor’s voice was bereft of emotion, addressing
Glorfindel. “He was my older brother, aye.”
 
“He knew you were in love with me and treated you like
that?” Glorfindel shook his head. “Ecthelion did not
love me. He liked to show off with me at his side, and
brag to his friends that I was his lover, but I never
was. Do you understand that, Erestor? Ecthelion and I
weren’t lovers. I was furious each time he kissed me
in public!”
 
Elrond returned to his chair and sat down, watching
them. Maybe Glorfindel revealing himself at that point
had been the best thing that could have happened. For
now Erestor was forced to face the golden-haired Elf. 
 
Stunned, Glorfindel sat down in the chair closest to
Erestor. “I never knew…”
 
“Ecthelion did not want anyone to know we were
related. I became a disappointment to him when it
showed that I had no talent as a warrior.” Erestor
felt tired – drained – and accepted a refill when
Elrond handed him his goblet. He needed the wine to
finish his tale, as he knew Elrond wanted to know the
whole truth and not bits and pieces. 
 
“And then the attack happened,” said Elrond, eager to
learn more.
 
“Aye, the attack…” Erestor’s eyes filled with
self-loathing. “I tried helping defend the city, but I
am not a warrior. When it became clear that the Hidden
City was lost, I fled in a desperate attempt to find
you, Glorfindel. Ecthelion saw me run and the hate in
his eyes almost paralyzed me. But somehow I found the
courage to follow through.  I headed for the
Encircling mountains, the Echoriath, near the eyries
of the eagles, where I knew I would find you,
protecting Idril, Tuor and their child Eärendil.”
Erestor drank more of the potent wine and was
beginning to feel light-headed. Suddenly, telling them
wasn’t that painful anymore. 
 
Glorfindel flinched; he remembered that attack only
too well. He had died during it.
 
“I witnessed everything, Glorfindel. I was still too
far away to interfere and I watched you leap upon the
Balrog, cutting off his arm at the shoulder. I thought
you would be victorious, but then it buried its claws
in your golden hair. The Balrog fell and dragged you
with him into the abyss of Christhorn. Seeing him take
you down with him made my heart stop. I could not
believe what I had just seen -- could not believe the
creature had ended your life!” Erestor’s eyes filled
with tears, as his memories overwhelmed him. “It was
over and I'd  pushed myself to my feet again when
Thorondor, the eagle, descended down to the banks of
the Thorn-Sir, the river at the base of the mountain. 
He recovered your corpse and placed you on the pass
from which you fell.”
 
Glorfindel pushed his chair closer to Erestor. He had
never expected to hear any of this, and one look at
Elrond told him that this was unexpected to the
half-Elf as well.
 
“You were horribly burned – beyond recognition -- but
your golden hair remained.” Erestor swallowed more of
the potent wine, unable to meet their eyes. 
 
Glorfindel then made the first move and experimentally
rested his hand on Erestor’s shoulder. “I am sorry you
had to witness that.”
 
Erestor shrugged and that movement made him aware of
Glorfindel’s hand on his shoulder. He stared at the
fair Elf in surprise. “I had just failed to defend my
city, had shamed myself by fleeing Gondolin and then
witnessed your death. I no longer had a reason to live
and…” Erestor emptied the goblet and loudly put it
back on the table. “I was about to end my life when…
when he appeared.”
 
“Who?” Erestor’s tale fascinated Elrond and he leaned
in closer. 
 
“A being of unrivaled beauty. I cannot describe him to
you – the impression he left is overwhelming. But he
did tell me his name. It was Námo, and he asked me not
to take my life for too many had already fallen. His
request sounded like an order and the dagger dropped
from my fingers.”
 
Glorfindel didn’t know when it had happened, but he
found himself caressing Erestor’s raven hair. “I am
grateful he appeared, Erestor.”
 
Erestor laughed, mirthlessly. “He was kind and gentle
and tried to console me. At that moment I did not
wonder why one of the Valar would take it upon himself
to comfort me, but after I regained my sanity, I did.
I never found the answer.”
 
“You are not sharing everything with us,” said Elrond,
knowing his lover through and through.
 
This time, a genuinely warm smile crossed Erestor’s
features. “Námo found me kneeling beside Glorfindel’s
corpse and for some reason my grief moved him.” He
closed his eyes, trying to remember. “He said that too
many valiant warriors had fallen and that he wanted to
return one of them to Arda. He asked me to decide
which Elf should be granted a rebirth.” His eyes
opened and locked with Glorfindel’s. “I never
hesitated and I spoke your name.”
 
Glorfindel sucked in his breath. “You could have asked
Námo to return your brother to you!”
 
“I never loved Ecthelion as I love you – even though
he was my brother.” Erestor bowed his head, as he
didn’t want to see the expression in Glorfindel’s
eyes. 
 
“But this does not explain your attitude toward
Glorfindel upon his arrival in Imladris.” Elrond
filled Erestor’s goblet a third time, already catching
the first signs of intoxication in his lover. It was a
pity that only when drunk would Erestor tell them the
truth.
 
Erestor laughed, bitterly. “I had fallen in love with
you at that point, Elrond. I could not allow
Glorfindel into my heart again, for then I would be
unfaithful to you.”
 
Elrond’s heart missed a beat, seeing tears swimming in
Erestor’s dark eyes. 
 
“I do love you, Elrond. I would die for you – you know
that. How can I then allow Glorfindel to take up
residence in my heart as well? And yet, no matter how
hard I tried hating you,” said Erestor, his gaze
shifting from Elrond to Glorfindel. “You sneaked
inside again and my love for you blossomed. I hated
myself for that.” Erestor placed the goblet against
his lips and drank, not caring that the red liquid
dripped from his lips and onto his robes. “I know I
acted horribly toward you. Glorfindel, but I was
trying to keep myself from—“
 
Glorfindel caught the goblet before it could crash
onto the floor and placed it onto the table. “What is
amiss with him?” Erestor’s head had lolled forward and
the blank eyes stared at Elrond.
 
“He is not used to consuming so much wine in such
short a time.” Elrond rose from his chair and came to
a halt at his lover’s side. “Telling us was hard on
him – it drained him emotionally. That, combined with
the wine proved too much for him.”
 
Glorfindel’s fingers resumed stroking the raven mane,
only now realizing he was caressing Elrond’s lover. He
quickly pulled back and gave the half-Elf an
apologetic look. 
 
“Nay, do not stop touching him. He has suffered much
in the past because he loved you.” Elrond pushed his
arms beneath Erestor’s back and knees and lifted him. 
 
Glorfindel watched Elrond carry Erestor toward the
bed. The half-Elf then placed Erestor on it and began
removing the advisor’s robes. “Elrond, I should take
my leave now.”
 
“Nay, you will stay.” Elrond glared at the blond Elf.
“Did you learn nothing at all, then?”
 
“But…”
 
“Erestor needs you, Glorfindel. And I am secure enough
in his love for me to accept that.” Elrond had
stripped Erestor and covered his lover’s naked body
with a silken sheet. He walked toward Glorfindel and
came to a halt in front of his friend. “What are your
feelings for Erestor?”
 
Elrond’s question baffled Glorfindel. “My feelings for
him?” 
 
“Be honest.”
 
Glorfindel drew in a deep breath and looked at
Erestor’s reverie-filled eyes. “I liked him when we
lived in Gondolin, and if it had not been for
Ecthelion’s jealously, Erestor and I might have
courted each other.” After a moment’s thought, he
added, “I found him beautiful.”
 
“You speak of the past, my friend. Now address the
present.” Elrond placed his hands on Glorfindel’s
shoulders and kept his friend’s gaze prisoner. “And
never forget that the Elf in my bed loves you.”
 
“But that Elf in your bed is *your* lover, Elrond,”
replied Glorfindel in a soft voice. “How can I come
between the two of you?”
 
Elrond turned Glorfindel around and then moved in
behind him. “Look at Erestor,” he ordered, now that
they stood in front of the bed. “Erestor has been in
love with you for millennia. He is the very reason
Námo allowed you to return to Arda, and he has made
himself pay for the fact that he loves you. We owe
him, Glorfindel. We owe it to him to work this out.”
 
“I want this to work out,” admitted Glorfindel, his
heart fluttering in his chest as he looked at Erestor,
who seemed so incredibly vulnerable in his sleep. “But
how can it?”
 
“It is rather simple, Glorfindel. Erestor loves you
and I believe you have feelings for him. You might not
realize that at the present, but in time you will. I
love Erestor dearly and he is devoted to me. That
leaves you and me, Glorfindel.” Elrond slipped his
arms around the golden-haired Elf’s waist. “We are
friends, Glorfindel. We fought in battle, you helped
me raise my children – I can count on you when I have
need of you. Now tell me, would loving us be such a
great sacrifice?”
 
“Us?” Glorfindel moved out of Elrond’s embrace and
stared at the half-Elf in wonder. 
 
“Aye, you are already attracted to Erestor…” Elrond
stalked closer. “Only the three of us remain,
Glorfindel. Why not find comfort in each other’s arms?
Why not become our lover?”
 
Speechless, Glorfindel searched Elrond’s eyes. The
gray eyes hid nothing, assuring him that the offer was
sincere. “You want the three of us to become lovers?”
 
“I would prefer it that way,” said Elrond, honestly.
“I want Erestor to have you, for his love is true and
he has pined for you for ages. I would offer my bed to
you – and my lover – but we would gain so much more if
you could accept that it is the three of us now.”
 
Glorfindel searched his feelings. “I care about you as
well, Elrond. You are very dear to me, but this is
sudden.”
 
Elrond had his answer and unbuttoned his robes. He
disposed of them and stepped closer to Glorfindel.
 
Glorfindel gave him an uncertain look now that a naked
Elrond was doing away with his shirt. 
 
“Step out of your leggings and join us.” Elrond looked
expectedly at Glorfindel. “The moment of your choice
has arrived.”
 
Glorfindel looked at Erestor again, saw the lines of
worry etched deeply onto his brow, even in reverie,
and then looked at Elrond. “You really love him.”
 
“I would die for him.” Elrond raised his arm and
offered Glorfindel his hand. “You only have to take it
to be with us.”
 
Glorfindel bit his bottom lip, realizing he had come
to a crossroad in his life. He did find Elrond
alluring, and Erestor beautiful. He made his decision
when he stripped off the leggings and placed his hand
in Elrond’s. “You will have to guide me. I never had a
male lover, let alone two.”
 
Elrond curled his fingers around Glorfindel’s and
pulled the golden-haired Elf close, burying him in a
hug. “Erestor will be gentle with you, and so will I.”
 
Glorfindel tensed, now that they were skin against
skin, but then told himself to relax. “Gentle?”
 
“Aye, very gentle.” Erestor had come to dominate their
encounters and Elrond had never had to complain about
his lover’s ability to pleasure him, but something
told him that it would be different for Erestor and
Glorfindel. /Erestor will want you to take control,
Glorfindel. He will want to feel you inside of him./
That thought almost made him hard, but he controlled
his body’s responses, as he didn’t want to intimidate
Glorfindel by growing erect against him. /And,
Erestor, I want to feel you inside of me! Oh, we will
work out./
 
“Come with me, melethen.” Elrond caught the
infinitesimal tremors that coursed through
Glorfindel’s body at being addressed in such an
intimate way. 
 
Glorfindel allowed Elrond to guide him and awaited
instructions when the half-Elf left him standing at
the other side of the bed. 
 
“Spoon up behind him, Glorfindel. Wrap your arms
around him and hold him. Let him feel you.” Elrond
stretched on the bed, face to face with Erestor, who
was still blissfully unaware of this latest
development.
 
Glorfindel drew in a deep, steadying breath and
climbed into bed as well. He lay down, and then moved
closer to Erestor. 
 
“Hold him close,” whispered Elrond, brushing elusive
strands of hair away from Erestor’s face.
 
“What if I grow aroused?” Glorfindel continued to inch
closer until his groin practically rubbed against
Erestor’s backside. 
 
“I hope you will – later tonight that is. Erestor has
to sleep off the effects of the wine first.” Elrond
reached for Glorfindel and draped the warrior’s leg
possessively atop of Erestor’s thigh. “Like that.”
 
“You want us to…?” Until this very moment Glorfindel
hadn’t full realized that he was to make love to
Erestor in the morning. The thought aroused him and
his member reacted accordingly, finding a new home
between Erestor’s buttocks. 
 
Elrond arranged Glorfindel’s arms to his liking. One
went around Erestor’s waist, but he placed the other
on Erestor’s private parts. He busied himself curling
Glorfindel’s fingers around Erestor’s testes and
flaccid member. “Aye, this will do.”
 
Glorfindel bit his bottom lip, feeling Erestor rub his
ass against him in his sleep. “Elrond!”
 
Elrond grinned. With one hand, he reached for
Glorfindel, and he deposited his hand possessively on
a round buttock. “You will grow comfortable with being
our lover, Glorfindel.”

Glorfindel swallowed hard, feeling Erestor’s member
harden marginally within his grip. “I never
experienced anything like this, Elrond.”
 
“We will guide you through your first time,
Glorfindel. Trust in us.”
 
“I cannot sleep this way!” Erestor’s musky scent
invaded his nostrils, causing him to gain full
hardness.
 
“You do not have to sleep, Glorfindel. I will remain
awake as well, as I want to watch over my intoxicated
lover.” Elrond soothingly rubbed Glorfindel’s skin,
savoring the feel of the firm buttock beneath his
fingertips. 
 
Glorfindel sighed and nuzzled Erestor’s neck. He had
no idea what to expect upon Erestor’s awakening, but
he was determined not to disappoint the other Elf.
Erestor had longed for him for so long that he would
do whatever it took to take away the pain in those
large, deer-like eyes.

--- 

 
Erestor’s eyes regained awareness and instantly
widened, realizing something was wrong – very wrong.
Last night’s conversation returned to him and he
shivered, recalling what he had given away – what he
had told them! Tears began building in his eyes and he
blinked once, trying to do away with them. Once his
vision was clear, he found himself staring into
Elrond’s gray ones. The half-Elf was awake and
studying him. Erestor flinched under the penetrating
stare. 
 
“Does the wine still bother you, melethron?” Elrond’s
eyes remained fastened on Erestor’s, although
Glorfindel was also trying to catch his gaze. 
 
Glorfindel held his breath, waiting for the moment
that Erestor realized that there were three of them in
bed. 
 
“You did that on purpose – feeding me that wine.”
Erestor was trying hard not to panic and jump from the
bed, feeling a warm body spooned behind him. As Elrond
was in front of him, there was only one other person
who could have joined them. Why had Elrond asked
Glorfindel to share their bed? Unable to face the
golden-haired Elf yet, he did his best to ignore the
warm – and very aroused – body behind him. 
 
“I thought you needed some… encouragement… to share
your past with me, aye,” said Elrond, after a moment’s
hesitation. “Would you have told me otherwise?”
 
“I do not know.” Erestor closed his eyes, sharply
aware of Glorfindel’s fingers moving against his
wakening member. He doubted the warrior had curled his
fingers around his member out of his own accord;
Elrond had doubtlessly encouraged him to do so.
Glorfindel’s fingers were remarkably soft for a
warrior’s and the infinitesimal pressure caused him to
pant softly. 
 
“Erestor?” Glorfindel whispered into the advisor’s
ear. “Elrond asked me to stay, but if you prefer for
me to leave, I will.” He uncurled a finger from
Erestor’s shaft, but then Elrond’s hand settled atop
of his, keeping him in place.
 
“You should let Erestor answer before taking any
action, Glorfindel,” said Elrond in a firm tone. “Let
him decide.” His eyes never left his lover’s and he
saw the silent plea in them. 
 
“This is wrong, Elrond,” whispered Erestor,
eventually. “I should be faithful to you. I tried so
hard not to think of Glorfindel, but…”
 
“I am here now, Erestor,” said the blond warrior in a
soft tone. One look at Elrond told him that the
half-Elf hoped Erestor would accept this. Following
his instincts, Glorfindel tightened his hold on
Erestor’s engorged member. “This is the first time
ever that I am touching another male’s organ, Erestor.
I have only known she-Elves in this way, but I want to
touch you in this way and find out the exact nature of
my feelings for you.”
 
“This is wrong!” Erestor’s eyes released precious
tears. “I want Glorfindel, but I cannot have him! By
doing that, I would betray you, melethen!” 
 
Elrond could take no more. He knew it was wrong to
make this decision for Erestor, but his lover just
wasn’t thinking coherently at the moment. “Then let me
make it right for you.” 
 
Erestor’s eyes never left Elrond’s face when the
half-Elf elbowed himself into a sitting position. 
 
“Glorfindel, kiss me.” Elrond leaned in closer, hoping
his friend was ready to take this step. “Let me give
you to him.”
 
Glorfindel’s eyes flashed in understanding and he rose
to meet Elrond. He had never kissed another male
before and it felt awkward at first. But Elrond was an
expert kisser and quickly had him moaning in pleasure.
Elrond released his lips and Glorfindel’s eyes sparked
with pleasure. “Oh, I liked that!” 
 
Elrond chuckled, but then leaned in closer to Erestor.
“Taste Glorfindel on my lips, and let me give him to
you, melethron. May you realize that I welcome him in
our bed.”  
 
Erestor’s heart missed a beat, tasting Glorfindel on
Elrond’s lips. Until now, he hadn’t thought it
possible that his lover would accept a third person in
their bed – even if that person was Glorfindel. Under
Elrond’s possessive kiss, he rolled onto his back,
bringing Elrond along with him. The half-Elf straddled
his hips and Erestor searched his lover’s eyes. Elrond
was serious about this!
 
Elrond broke the kiss and smiled at Erestor. “I will
leave the two of you to get acquainted.” Hearing
Glorfindel gasp softly, he added, “I will be watching
from the chair.” Elrond looked up and met the azure
eyes. “If you need guidance, let me know.” Erestor’s
hands didn’t release him easily, but in the end, he
freed himself of his lover’s grip. Naked, he strode
over to the comfortable chair in the corner and sat
down crossways, letting his legs dangle over the arm
rest. They were a magnificent pair to behold. Erestor,
on his back, was trying hard to ignore Glorfindel, and
stared at the ceiling. Glorfindel on the other hand,
was eager to be noticed by the dark-haired Elf.
 
Glorfindel’s hand hovered above Erestor’s chest and he
slowly lowered it until it rested on the skin over the
dark-haired Elf’s heart. A hardening nipple rubbed
against his palm and with every intake of breath
Erestor trembled beneath his touch. Now that he had
made up his mind to do this, he wondered *how* to do
this. Was it so different from making love to a
female?
 
Erestor finally succumbed to the need to look into the
sapphire eyes. The golden-haired warrior lay propped
up on his elbow and seemed to be studying him. Now
that Elrond had given him permission to be with
Glorfindel, Erestor decided to be honest with his
secret love. “I always wanted you to touch me. To
touch me intimately.” 
 
Glorfindel’s mouth went dry, hearing those words, and
he looked at Elrond. Finding the half-Elf lightly
caressing his member, and nodding his head, Glorfindel
felt confident enough to continue. With his female
lovers, he had been the one in control and this
behavior came naturally to him now. Within seconds he
had moved atop of Erestor’s body, straddling the
raven-haired Elf’s thighs. He buried one hand in the
ebony mane and let the other trail down Erestor’s
chest. He wanted to apologize for his ignorance in the
past and for letting Ecthelion ruin their lives like
that, but knew it was the wrong thing to do. Erestor
didn’t need any apologizes from him now – the other
Elf needed something different all together. “You are
beautiful to my eyes, Erestor.”
 
“Kiss me? Please?” Erestor lifted an arm and buried
his fingers in the golden mane. He had dreamt of
having Glorfindel in this way for millennia!
 
Glorfindel smiled and bowed forward. Their lips
touched and Glorfindel put everything he was into that
kiss. Tasting Erestor, he moaned. The bruised lips
parted and so did the teeth, allowing him inside.
Massaging Erestor’s neck and shoulders with light
touches, Glorfindel drew in a deep breath and
thoroughly explored Erestor’s willing mouth. 
 
Already aroused, Elrond didn’t touch himself yet. He
wanted to reach completion with them. 
 
Glorfindel loved the way Erestor squirmed beneath him,
rubbing his lower body against his groin area. The
raven-haired Elf was hard and slick with
pre-ejaculate, but Glorfindel was determined to take
his time with Erestor. After all, this was his first
time with a male and he wanted to do everything right.

 
Glorfindel’s kisses fueled Erestor’s desire. He raised
his hips in a mute plea for Glorfindel to move this on
to the next level, but the blond warrior chose to
ignore him and continued to plunder his mouth instead.
Oh, Glorfindel tasted delicious! The Elda tasted of
honey and almonds, of nuts and berries and he couldn’t
get enough of him.
 
Releasing Erestor’s lips, Glorfindel found his lover
panting softly. Apparently, the kiss had left Erestor
breathless. Glorfindel flashed him a wicked grin and
then began to explore his new lover’s body in earnest.
His large warrior’s hands moved over Erestor’s body,
caressing, rubbing, stroking and occasionally
pinching. He especially enjoyed toying with Erestor’s
nipples, which drew deep purrs from the advisor’s
throat. It didn’t take Glorfindel long to find out
that licking down Erestor’s flanks made his lover
thrust in abandon; his caresses quickly had Erestor
begging for more. Glorfindel slowly inched down, until
he encountered Erestor’s hard and weeping flesh. He
couldn’t help compare his erection to Erestor’s and
grinned in a feline manner. Though Erestor was
well-proportioned indeed, the advisor’s length didn’t
compare to his. 
 
Elrond watched with interest and was fascinated to see
his normally domineering lover in such surrender. 
 
Glorfindel experimentally bestowed a lick onto the
slippery head of Erestor’s erection and wasn’t
prepared when the dark-haired Elf arched his hips,
thrusting upward. 
 
Erestor sought out Glorfindel’s eyes. “I need you… I
have needed you for so long.” 

Glorfindel licked his lips and after pressing a kiss
onto one of the velvet-like testes, moved closer to
Erestor’s face. “In what way do you need me, pen
vain?” 
 
“I need to feel you inside of me.” Erestor panted from
excitement. “Will you claim me?”
 
Glorfindel considered Erestor’s request and then made
eye contact with Elrond. The half-Elf nodded, giving
him his permission, but that left him with a new
problem. “I have never been with a male before.”
 
“Then let me prepare Erestor for you.” Elrond rose
from the chair, his erection bobbing energetically as
he made his way over to the bed. 
 
Glorfindel swallowed hard, feeling nervous, and moved
aside so Elrond could sit down on the side of the bed.

 
“Up, meleth.” Elrond picked up the vial and coated his
fingers with the oil.
 
Erestor’s heart thundered in his chest, as he pushed
himself up onto all fours and offered himself to his
long-time lover. Glorfindel sat only inches away from
him and Erestor’s lips sought out their counter part.
 
Glorfindel allowed the kiss, but seeing Elrond touch
the opening to Erestor’s body distracted him. He gave
Erestor a last soothing kiss and then shifted on the
bed to watch Elrond prepare Erestor. In time, he
should be able to do this himself.
 
Erestor yelped, as a first digit entered him. His eyes
sought out Glorfindel’s, but he quickly realized that
the blond warrior was focused on Elrond – on seeing
the half-Elf stretch him. That curious and eager look
made his shaft throb with need and soft pants escaped
him. 
 
“One finger first,” instructed Elrond, coating his
lover’s passage with oil. 
 
“Two…” panted Erestor, eagerly pushing back.
 
“First, add more oil.” Elrond soothed Erestor when his
lover called out in distress as he removed his finger.
He returned with two, slowly inserting them into his
lover’s heat. He handed Glorfindel the oil, whilst
stretching Erestor’s channel. “It has been a while
since I last took him, so be careful, Glorfindel.”
 
Glorfindel nodded and looked at the vial in his hands.
“What do I do?” 
 
“Coat three fingers with the oil and then move behind
Erestor.” Elrond thrust his fingers into Erestor’s
body again, scissoring them inside the channel.
Erestor produced distressed mews, making Elrond seek
out and rub the pleasure gland inside his lover’s
passage. 
 
Erestor closed his eyes in bliss and pushed back
harder. “Oh…yes…”
 
Exchanging a look with Elrond, Glorfindel waited for
the half-Elf to remove his fingers from Erestor’s
body. 
 
“Slowly…” Elrond guided the warrior’s fingers into
Erestor’s body. 
 
Dazed, Glorfindel looked at Erestor, who had taken
three fingers inside and was still wiggling back,
eager for more. 
 
“Now try to find a nub inside his passage.” Elrond
guided Glorfindel the best he could. “That will be
your target once you are inside of him.”
 
Glorfindel did as he was told and after a few seconds,
one fingertip brushed Erestor’s prostate, making the
raven-haired Elf scream his name.
 
“Glor…findel!!” Erestor was almost sobbing; he was
hard and in need of release, yet Elrond and Glorfindel
denied him that very thing. “Please…!” 
 
“Pull out, he is ready for you.” Elrond let more oil
flow onto his palm and reached for Glorfindel’s
erection, which shone an angry red. Glorfindel was as
much in need of release as Erestor.
 
Glorfindel’s breath caught, feeling Elrond rub the oil
onto his member. The intimate touch was unexpected and
made him quiver with need. He pulled out his fingers
and looked at the half-Elf. “I want to see his face.”
 
Elrond nodded in understanding. He also loved seeing
Erestor’s face when his lover found release. Keeping
in mind that this was Glorfindel’s first time, he took
charge. “Glorfindel, sit cross-legged and lean back
against the headboard.”
 
Erestor moaned; realizing what position Elrond had in
mind for him. 
 
Glorfindel moved into the desired position, wondering
what would happen next. 
 
“You wanted him for so long, melethen,” whispered
Elrond into Erestor’s ear. “Take yourself and bring
the three of us to completion.” Elrond moved away from
his lover and stretched out at the foot of the bed,
intent on watching them. 
 
Erestor crawled toward Glorfindel on all fours, and
the blond Elf opened his arms to catch Erestor in
them. The loving expression in the dark eyes took him
aback. Had he ever seen Erestor look so vulnerable
before? 
 
Erestor climbed onto Glorfindel’s lap and positioned
himself above the warrior’s thick length. He curled
his fingers around the bars, bit his bottom lip, and
pushed down.
 
“Ai!” Glorfindel’s eyes widened with lust, seeing
Erestor impale himself on his slick flesh. He slipped
his hands beneath Erestor’s buttocks and assisted the
raven-haired Elf as he lowered himself onto his shaft.

 
“You are big,” whispered Erestor, his breathing
labored from the effort it took him to accept this
large presence inside him. But he continued to push
down and his buttocks finally settled in Glorfindel’s
lap. His member throbbed painfully, and a sweet ache
started in his lower body, where Glorfindel was buried
inside him. 
 
Enthralled by seeing his lover take Glorfindel inside
himself, Elrond curled his fingers around his organ
and began to pump his hardening flesh. 
 
Glorfindel massaged the firm buttocks, rubbing the
flesh. “Do you want this, pen vain?”
 
Biting his bottom lip in concentration, Erestor
nodded. “I want you.” Bowing his head, he raised
himself, aided by Glorfindel and then lowered himself
back onto the hard flesh. Together, they established a
rhythm and Erestor buried his face against
Glorfindel’s shoulder when the warrior’s thrusts
became more forceful. Oh, and Glorfindel lasted long!
Much longer than he had thought!
 
Elrond groaned, watching them make love and paced his
strokes to Glorfindel’s thrusts.
 
Erestor’s brow was covered in cold sweat as
Glorfindel’s length constantly rubbed his prostate,
but never long enough to make him come. How many
minutes had they already been going like this? He had
never lasted this long making love to Elrond!
 
Glorfindel chuckled, seeing the perplexed look in
Erestor’s eyes. “Are you ready to come, melethron?”
 
Hearing Glorfindel call him that, made Erestor impale
himself even harder, but it still wasn’t enough to
reach orgasm. “Please… I beg of you… let me come…”
 
Glorfindel licked down Erestor’s throat, his tongue
massaging the throbbing vein there. “Let go of the
bars, then.”
 
Erestor’s fingers uncurled and he clung to Glorfindel
when his fair lover deposited him on his back. He
hooked his arms around his knees, opening himself up
further and now Glorfindel thrust in earnest, shoving
him over the bed with each stroke. 
 
Unable to keep his distance any longer, Elrond leaned
in closer and kissed Erestor hard. Their tongues met
and dueled. Elrond came first, releasing a growl from
deep within his throat. Looking up, he watched
Glorfindel bury himself inside his lover and the sight
made him tremble with release. 
 
Glorfindel’s brow knitted in concentration, delivering
one deep stroke after another. Suddenly Erestor
trembled beneath him, the long legs dropped onto the
mattress and warm cream erupted from the enflamed
head. Erestor’s eyes dilated in orgasm and Glorfindel
groaned, submitting to the divine sensation of
Erestor’s inner muscle clenching him. 
 
Erestor’s insides filled with Glorfindel’s semen and
he sobbed uncontrollably, as the two of them finally
reached orgasm. 
 
Exhausted, Glorfindel collapsed atop of Erestor, still
buried inside the tight channel. His lips rested
against Erestor’s throat and he licked the salty skin
there. Erestor trembled beneath him and Glorfindel
looked into the large eyes. The pain that had been
there was gone now – satiation stared back at him
instead.  
 
“Pull out slowly,” instructed Elrond once more.
 
Glorfindel waited for his member to soften and then
complied. Rolling off of Erestor, he lay on his back,
panting hard. His head reeled with the experience.
Making love had never felt so intense before!
 
Elrond examined his lover for tearing and blood, but
found none; Erestor had been well-prepared. Grinning,
he brushed sweaty strands away from Erestor’s face.
“You will be sore for most of the day.”
 
“I do not mind,” said Erestor, lovingly caressing
Elrond’s face. But then his head turned to look at
Glorfindel. “I wanted you for so long.”
 
“And now you have me.” Glorfindel looked at Erestor in
awe. “The way you made me feel!” 
 
Erestor sought out Elrond’s eyes. “Was this just for
tonight or…?” He was afraid to finish the question.
 
“Erestor, I told you before that it is just the three
of us left here in Imladris.” Elrond stroked his
lover’s damp face. 
 
“Aye, here in Imladris, but what will happen when we
sail for Aman?” Erestor searched Elrond’s eyes, and
read the answer there. “This is forever?”
 
“Aye, for as long as we shall live,” confirmed Elrond.
He extended his hand and pulled Glorfindel close to
them. The two of them curled around Erestor, soothing
the still trembling body with light touches. Elrond,
spooned behind Erestor, wondered about his lover.
Erestor had denied himself for so long, sacrificing a
large part of his spiritual essence to make him happy.
He wished he had realized the truth a long time ago.
 
Erestor and Glorfindel looked at each other with love
in their eyes. Glorfindel draped an arm over Erestor’s
waist, and reached for Elrond as well, pulling both
dark-haired Elves close. “I should have said so
millennia ago… But I will repeat it now; you are
beautiful to my eyes, Erestor.” Erestor blushed, which
made Glorfindel chuckle. 
 
Elrond pressed a gentle kiss against the nape of
Erestor’s neck. “I told you that for millennia,
meleth. You never believed me. ” 
 
And for the first time in all those millennia, Erestor
believed them.



 
The End
August 2004

 

Translations:
Meleth = Love
Melethen = My love
Melethron = Lover (male)
Mellonen = My friend
Pen vain = Beautiful one
 
Source used; http://www.hithanaur.net – Sindarin
phrasebook