Title: Young Love
Author: Anestel
Contact: anestel@hithanaur.net
Fandom: LOTR
Disclaimer: I do not own LotR or any characters, lands, or items from the 
Tolkien world. They belong to their respective copyright holders.
Archive: LoM, OEAM, AFF.net, Melethryn
Rating: NC-17
Warning: MPREG, rape
Beta: Orchyd Constyne
Cast: Glorfindel/Elrohir
Summary: A drunken mistake leads to bigger problems.

Glorfindel entered the library seeking out a lone Elf. He was sure the 
Noldo would be in here; he was always in here. After several hours of 
drinking with his men, Glorfindel found the courage to seek out the object 
of his hidden lust. Though he walked as if stone sober, the Elf could barely 
see a foot in front of himself. As he approached Erestor's desk from 
behind, he was relieved to see the dark-haired Elf sitting, hunched over 
something he could not yet see.

Elrohir was sitting at Erestor's desk writing a poem as he was often found 
doing. He preferred Erestor's office, as it was secluded and quiet. He heard 
footsteps behind him and gasped softly in fear, what if it was Erestor?
Glorfindel wrapped his arms around the chair and the Elf's slender 
shoulders. "My dear Councilor, what keeps you so late this eve?" he 
asked, his voice only slightly slurred. He was Glorfindel of Gondolin, after 
all, and Ecthelion had made sure the Chief of the Golden Flower could 
keep his liquor. "I had hoped to find you here," he whispered, nipping at 
the point of an ear.

Elrohir cried out and pulled away. "My Lord, I am not Erestor!"

Glorfindel blinked, trying to clear his eyes. "Erestor, come now..." he said, 
moving around the chair to straddle the Elf's knees. "I have come to 
declare my feelings for you."

Elrohir's breath quickened with fear. "Glorfindel, do not do this," he 
whispered, trying to push him away.

Glorfindel leaned in and captured Erestor's lips.

Elrohir struggled, the bitter taste of alcohol on the Elda's lips. 
The Seneschal clutched Erestor's robes and pulled him against his body, 
deepening the kiss and wrapping his arms around the warm body.

Elrohir had no choice but to allow the kiss to continue. Glorfindel was too 
big and was far too strong to simply push away. Elrohir felt fear well in 
his throat as the Elf possessed his mouth. He had never kissed anyone on 
the lips but Elladan and they had just been playing!

Glorfindel reversed their positions, lifting Erestor onto the desk and 
spreading his thighs to situate himself against the Noldo's groin. "I have 
wanted you for nigh on an Age," he murmured against the sweet lips. "Do 
not deny me now," and he plundered the mouth again as he began to 
unfasten the clasps of Erestor's robes.

"I can not!" Elrohir protested, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. "I 
am not Erestor. You do not love me!" He tried to push Glorfindel's hands 
away.

"Do not be coy," Glorfindel panted, parting the Elf's robes and running his 
hands over the soft skin. "I have seen the glances you cast my way..."

"Stop it... it is Elrohir..." the Half-Elf begged, unable to remove his 
assailant's hands away. He was scared and his body trembled beneath 
Glorfindel's touch. 

Glorfindel chuckled, unlacing Erestor's leggings. "He will leave once he 
sees us," he said, thinking the Elf was telling him the twin had wandered 
into the library. 

Elrohir sobbed softly. "Glorfindel, please," he pleaded, pushing against the 
warrior's broad chest.

The blond Elf pushed Erestor backward, lifting his legs and pulling the 
fabric from him. He suckled his finger slightly before slowly inserting the 
digit into the Elf below him. "Erestor, you are so tight... though I know 
you had Lindir as you lover not two centuries past!"

Elrohir sobbed knowing Glorfindel was too drunk to know what he was 
doing. "Glorfindel, do not do this. It hurts!" The finger stretched his virgin 
entrance, stinging slightly.

"I know how much you want this," he said, slipping a second finger in and 
unlacing his own leggings with the other hand.

Elrohir shook his head crying. "No... no... I do not. Glorfindel, please..." 

He watched as his old tutor began to expose himself. 

Glorfindel looked about him, knowing he could not take his friend without 
something to possibly ease the way. When he saw nothing immediately, 
he sighed. "We will have to do this a little hastily," he mumbled and spit 
into his hand, stroking his ample length, still thrusting his fingers within 
the tight passage.

The Peredhel stared at him fearfully and then looked up at the ceiling. He 
couldn't believe this was happening. He just wanted to run and crawl into 
his twin's arms. 

He removed his fingers and positioned himself against the tight opening. 

"Relax, melethen," he whispered, leaning over to capture Erestor's lips as 
he forced his way into the lightly prepared body.

Elrohir all but screamed into Glorfindel's mouth, pushing against the 
Elda's shoulders. No... no..., he thought, closing his eyes as pain ripped 
through his lower body.

Glorfindel shuddered and immediately began thrusting inside Erestor. He 
stroked the Elf, only mildly aware that Erestor was not aroused.
Elrohir's body couldn't respond, he was in too much pain, but Glorfindel 
kept stroking. "Stop it! You are hurting me!" he whimpered quietly. He 
could feel his passage tear and he was rubbed raw with every thrust, 
stretched beyond what he could take to accommodate the Elf's large lust.
Glorfindel felt his release build quickly. Erestor was too hot and tight and 
squirmed deliciously under him. He gripped the Elf's hips tightly and 
thrust deeply once more, spilling himself within the quivering body.
Elrohir moaned in relief, choking on his sobs, blinded by the pain as 
Glorfindel filled him with his release. Elrohir knew it was now almost 
over.

Glorfindel kissed Erestor gently before standing up and tucking himself 
back into his leggings. "I would like us to try this again, Erestor... perhaps 
in our chambers next time. Though," he chuckled, walking toward the 
library door, "your desk was quite nice, too." He left, his alcohol-fuddled 
mind not making any connection between Erestor's silent sobs and what he 
had just done.

Elrohir gingerly slid from the desk and pulled his robe back on, not even 
caring he that he left his poems on the surface or that blood stained the 
blotter. He ran to the room he shared with Elladan, slipping into the 
bathroom and locking the door. He scrubbed his body, feeling dirty and 
used. Glorfindel didn't know, he kept telling himself; it wasn't the Elda's 
fault. Elrohir left his robe in the bathing chamber and grabbed his sleeping 
robe from the closet. He then went to the bed he and Elladan shared, 
turning away from his sleeping twin, while silent tears fell. The bleeding 
had stopped, but it still hurt, the throbbing almost unbearable. It was a 
long time before he found a fitful reverie.

TBC...