Charade
 
Authors: Cally/ Celebrian.
 
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Pairing: Glorfindel/ Erestor 
 
Rating: NC17. 
 
Summary:  Lying always brings consequences, but 
these are not always bad. 
 
Disclaimer: We don’t own them, but they live in 
our minds!
 
Warnings: RPG/ kind of fluffy and plotless, just 
a way to get them together.              
 
Author’s notes:   Erestor had just reached his 
majority a few years earlier than when this story 
takes place and he is currently working in 
Elrond’s house as the chief librarian. 
 
Elvish Translations: Anor: Sun.// Ithil: Moon.
 
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~ * ~  Thanks to Elaine for the Beta! ~ * ~
 
 
 
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Erestor frowned at the sound of horses and slowly 
lifted his gaze from the current book he was 
reading. Gasping softly, his calm expression 
transformed. Was that Glorfindel´s party? No, it 
could not be. It could not… swiftly the chief 
librarian got to his feet and hurried along the 
terraces, through the pouring rain to the 
stables, reaching them completely soaked as his 
eyes scanned for the golden haired elf. 
 
 
 
Shivering at the cold burst of cold air that 
sliced through his wet garments and stroked 
across his clammy skin, Glorfindel lifted his 
head. Dropping the brush, he abandoned Asfaloth's 
coat as he saw Erestor´s panicked expression. One 
hand absently picked up a spare blanket from his 
belongings, still mostly dry, and wrapping it 
around Erestor´s shoulders, he questioned, "What 
is wrong?"
 
 
 
“What are you doing here? You were not supposed 
to return in four more months,” Erestor babbled 
worriedly, staring inquiringly at the elder elf. 
“You were not supposed to return so quickly,” he 
repeated almost reproachfully.
 
 
 
Glorfindel raised his brow at that. "The hunting 
party was quite lucky and stumbled upon quite a 
few elk." Turning from Erestor as he realized 
nothing was truly wrong, he collected the brush, 
picking a few strands of hay from it, before 
starting on Asfaloth's gleaming coat.
 
 
 
“Oh, but you can not be here, this can not be 
happening,” Erestor whimpered softly and 
distressfully, pacing almost frantically from one 
side to the other. *How was he going to explain 
to Glorfindel what he had said about him? The 
blond elf was not even his friend. He will think 
him insane and childish for having invented such 
a thing.* 
 
 
 
"But I am here, and it is happening," said 
Glorfindel, though he paid the elfling as little 
attention as possible, humour and confusion laced 
his tone. He was not sure what the young elf was 
saying, nor why he was saying it.
 
 
 
“I know, it’s a catastrophe,” the Noldor elf 
whimpered once again, before softly moving close 
to the blond one. “I need to ask you a favour,” 
Erestor sighed, distressed as he hated to ask for 
help. He had always been sufficiently capable as 
to be able to deal with his problems alone, this 
being one of the main reasons for him to want to 
stay alone and unengaged to anyone. To be bound 
to someone would only constrain him from doing 
his work and being able to dedicate to it the 
time he usually did. 
 
 
 
"*You* are asking a favour of *me*?" he 
questioned, his voice trembling with the urge to 
laugh at Erestor´s words. The young elf was so 
self-assured and independent; nearly to the point 
of coldness to others to be certain he was left 
alone with his work.
 
 
 
“I have not asked yet, but aye, I would need you 
to do me a favour,” he acknowledged, 
straightening his quivering voice to a now 
dignified neutral tone as he arranged the warm 
blanket over his shoulders so as to look at the 
other better. “Now, will you make a fuss over it 
if I do ask or will you listen and consider it?” 
he asked softly, looking carefully at Glorfindel, 
still not sure what he was doing asking for help. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel sighed, arms crossing over his chest 
and he cocked his head to the side. "Alright," he 
said after a long while. "I will listen... 
*inside* where it is comfortable." Gathering his 
belongings, he draped his bags over his 
shoulders. With his eyes squinting against rain 
and wind he gripped Erestor´s upper arm, 
propelling him back through the rain and towards 
the main house.
 
 
 
Arranging his hair, which was currently sticking 
to his face, Erestor sighed in annoyance. He was 
as cold as an ice cube.  What had possessed him 
to go meet Glorfindel through such cruel rain? He 
shivered noticeably and glanced up to the blond 
elf, looking utterly miserable. The rain having 
unnerved him to the point of wanting to go change 
at that precise moment, and the fact that he 
needed a favour did not help at all. 
 
 
 
“There you are,” Nion chuckled at the image of 
his dripping son. Erestor never liked to be 
caught up in the rain, and he always managed to 
look like a wet annoyed cat when he did. “I take 
it you heard the news before I could even deliver 
it, and hurried to meet him.” He glanced at 
Glorfindel and bowed in greeting
 
 
 
Glorfindel inclined his head politely, before 
glancing down at Erestor. "Shall I leave you 
alone?" he questioned, though before Erestor 
could answer he was stepping away. "Come to my 
chambers when you are done and we will... talk."
 
 
 
Smiling awkwardly, Erestor nodded. “I will” He 
mumbled softly looking at his father when Nion 
pushed him towards Glorfindel. *I will still be 
here when you are done and I am sure you missed 
him* he encouraged before leaving. Sighing 
Erestor rubbed his brow and headed to the eldar´s 
room, not caring now about his wet clothes but 
just wanting to tell Glorfindel what was 
happening. 
 
 
 
Dusting his hands off a few moments later, a 
hearty blaze now going in the hearth, he moved to 
the second chair, positioned close to Erestor´s. 
"So what is this favour you wish to ask me?" he 
questioned, though what he was truly on his mind 
was Nion´s reaction to him.
 
 
 
Standing by the fire Erestor let it warm his 
still cold, wet body and clothes, sighing softly 
in defeat he nodded slowly as he commanded 
himself to speak. “I told my father, you were my 
lover and we were to be bound soon,” he blurted 
out. In the past he had found this was the 
easiest way to tell the truth. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel blinked in surprise before a soft 
laugh flitted through the room. "Why Erestor, I 
knew not that you possessed a sense of humour."
 
 
 
Growling softly in frustration, he stared at the 
blond elf, telling Glorfindel with his eyes he 
was not joking. “It is not a joke, I did tell him 
that,” he murmured, ashamed of his lie.
 
 
 
"Elbereth, Erestor," he sighed, reading the truth 
in Erestor´s eyes. "Why would you tell him such a 
thing?"
 
 
 
Sighing softly, Erestor looked at the carpet 
beneath his feet as he could not stand the look 
of reproach in the other’s eyes. He knew exactly 
what Glorfindel was thinking of him and even 
though he tried to tell himself he did not care, 
his heart knew better. “You were the only one I 
could think of,” he defended himself. “He is not 
supposed to stay longer than a month or two and 
your party was to return to Imladris after four 
more,” he explained softly. 
 
 
 
"That does not explain to me *why* you lied about 
such a thing. It only means you thought you could 
get away with it."
 
 
 
“Because he wants me to bind to someone, it does 
not matter who as long as he knows I am not alone 
and I do have a partner to share my life with,” 
he almost mocked, annoyed at having heard the 
speech way too many times in his life. “He thinks 
I am too independent, even for my own good. 
Telling him I was engaged to someone left him at 
ease as well as me…” he sighed softly. “I really 
enjoy my life as it is and I do not wish to 
change it,” he explained glancing up at the elder 
elf and finally daring to meet Glorfindel´s eyes. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel nodded slowly, slouching down in his 
chair to become more comfortable as booted feet 
crossed at he heels. "Alright, that I can 
understand, and may have even done the same had I 
been in your position. But I would also like to 
know why in Arda you chose *me* for your lover."
 
 
 
“I already told you why *you*” Erestor looked at 
Glorfindel, meeting the other’s eyes to make sure 
the other knew he was not lying. “You were 
conveniently away,” he repeated quietly, even 
though he questioned himself the same. “And your 
name was the first one that crossed my mind”
 
 
 
Glorfindel sighed and brushed away a good 
opportunity for teasing, instead attempting to 
keep the conversation serious. "Alright, and the 
favour is to keep up this charade until your 
father leaves?"
 
 
 
Erestor nodded, thankful the other had 
understood. “Yes, though you have not to worry. 
It is not like you will need to sleep in the same 
bed with me or anything. I just want you to tell 
him we are together if you do come across him. 
And if you see him, go the opposite way if 
possible” 
 
 
 
Glorfindel raised his brow as chuckle left his 
lips. "Have you ever had a lover Erestor?"
 
 
 
Stiffening in his place, Erestor assumed an 
unbiased position and once again shook his head 
slowly. “No, but I am sure lovers do not spend 
every single minute of the day together, and I 
thought that when I met my father you might be 
opportunely busy” 
 
 
 
Glorfindel couldn't contain a snort. "Let us put 
it this way... were we truly so in love that we 
would even considering being bound to the other, 
let alone doing it... We would sleep together 
every night, same bed, likely naked and mating 
like rabbits. Should I see you in the hall I do 
not believe I could keep my hands off your tight 
little body long enough to turn around.... In 
short Erestor, my hands would be constantly 
defiling your person at every opportunity.”
 
 
 
“Well, but you see that can be in the other’s 
mind. It does not really have to happen. For 
example, when you go to the hall for dinner I 
could stay working late and when we go to sleep I 
could come to your room or you to mine. The room 
itself is indifferent, and then either of us 
could return to our own, no one has to know,” he 
reasoned chewing his lip in thought. “It is a 
matter of coordination, you tell me *I have to go 
to the stables* so I stay away from the stables, 
inventing an important task or something” 
 
 
 
Glorfindel sighed, not quite understanding the 
babbled words, and he moved to crouch beside 
Erestor´s chair. "Do you want to know why this 
would not work?" he questioned softly, and at 
Erestor´s hesitant look he slid his palm up the 
inside of Erestor´s thigh, feeling Erestor nearly 
jump a foot. "That is why. You cannot accept an 
intimate touch from me. No one will believe we 
are lovers."
 
 
 
Sighing softly, the Noldor elf covered his face 
in both his hands before he pushed his now dry 
hair away from his face. “That is why I said we 
should stay away from each other during the days, 
we can claim to be busy during the days, too busy 
as to the point of only been able to meet to 
sleep together and then we wouldn’t,” he 
explained softly, looking down into Glorfindel´s 
eyes, locking his own green ones with the ocean 
blue. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel sighed, one hand gently brushing 
against the tunic clad thigh. The misery in 
Erestor´s eyes urged him to agree. "And those few 
times when we are together, alone and someone 
comes in. What then Erestor? It would not look 
good for the both of us to be on opposite sides 
of the room."
 
 
 
Wrinkling his nose softly Erestor considered the 
idea carefully, trying not to flinch at the 
other’s touch, he was not at all used to have 
someone so close to him, though he came to notice 
it did not bother him as much as he thought it 
would. “First, they should not come in uninvited, 
plus doors can be locked. Second, I could sleep 
on a couch or something and then if someone comes 
in I could slide into the bed with you, or say I 
was only going to get a glass of milk or 
something?” he speculated out loud, hoping his 
wits would help him out of the mess he had gotten 
himself into too. 
 
 
 
"And if it is the twins?" Glorfindel questioned. 
"They do not knock, and would they not find it 
odd that there are pillows and blankets on the 
couch?"
 
 
 
“Lock? The door?” Erestor reminded softly as 
Glorfindel had seemed to forget that part of his 
plan.
 
 
 
"Lock the door?" he repeated raising his brow. 
"That could suffice I suppose. “How about this as 
an argument then?" Leaning closer, he captured 
Erestor´s lips in a deep kiss, feeling the young 
elf flinch and instinctively pull away.
 
 
 
“What? Why?” The librarian asked, blinking in 
confusion and sinking his entire body in the 
protection of the stuffed chair, only to feel 
more trapped with Glorfindel crouching before 
him. “Why did you do that?” He managed to ask in 
a trembling voice as the kiss had taken him 
completely by surprise. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel stood. "Because Erestor; despite your 
ideas, your plans and your scheming, your father 
is staying for three months. No kisses and no 
touches between us will strike everyone as 
awfully strange."
 
 
 
“So what are you suggesting? That we do share a 
bed?” Erestor asked, frowning and following 
Glorfindel´s moves and standing. “I am trying to 
do this as easiest as I can for both of us. I 
know it was stupid but I am now trying to do my 
best and for your information, my calculations 
have always worked fine. If followed correctly”
 
 
 
Glorfindel swept Erestor a mock bow. "As you 
wish, melme. We shall try it your way for now." 
Tugging his tunic over his head, he threw it into 
the hamper, his fingers then moving to his 
leggings, unlacing the knots.
 
 
 
“Thank you,” Erestor mumbled absently before 
heading to the door. “I will leave you to your 
rest now,” he murmured, peering over his shoulder 
at the undressing elf before he closed the door 
behind him. Glorfindel was indeed dazzling. 
 
 
 
Nion waited for his son in Erestor´s rooms, 
knowing the young one had slept here while 
Glorfindel was gone. Ai, but it must have been 
lonely without his lover, and he did not blame 
Erestor for changing rooms, he did not think he 
could sleep in his rooms without his wife to 
share their bed.
 
 
 
“Ada” Erestor gasped as he reached his quarters. 
“What can I do for you?” he asked anxiously 
letting the blanket slid from his shoulders as he 
moved by the fire to dry the rest of his clothes. 
 
 
 
Nion smiled, reaching out to gentle clasp his 
son’s hand. "I merely wanted to know how you are 
feeling. I wish to make sure you are happy with 
Glorfindel, that you did not talk yourself into 
being happy with him while he was gone."
 
 
 
“I am happy Ada, I always was… despite whatever 
you might have thought I felt while I was growing 
up with only books and old parchments as friends, 
I was happy,” he assured warmingly smiling at his 
father and feeling even guiltier now he had lied.
 
 
 
Nion sighed, drawing his son into a tight hug. "I 
do hope so, Erestor. You deserve a lover, a 
family of your own. I know you were happy with 
the way things were… But I also know you were not 
complete, not without someone to share it with."
 
 
 
Sighing softly, Erestor embraced his father, 
still at a complete loss for what those words 
meant but unable to question his father about 
them. If he did Nion would realise something was 
wrong and that was a luxury he could not afford. 
“I want to take a bath and change, I am still 
cold. Will I see you at dinner?” Erestor asked, 
smiling hopefully. “Perhaps we could dine in your 
room? I love to see the valley when it rains and 
we can not do so from the dinning hall.” He 
smiled charmingly knowing Glorfindel would be 
attending dinner there tonight. 
 
 
 
Nion nodded, pressing a kiss to Erestor´s 
forehead. "Of course my son, relax and I will 
take care of things. I am sure Elrond can spare 
Glorfindel for one night."
 
 
 
“Oh, I think Glorfindel would prefer to rest 
tonight, having been in the road the entire 
time…” Erestor murmured anxiously. 
 
 
 
Nion laughed and ruffled Erestor´s hair 
affectionately. "Nonsense, no matter how tired 
one is, they always have time for their 
betrothed."
 
 
 
“But he did look tired” Erestor assured softly, 
not knowing what else to say and smiled once 
again when his father pressed a new kiss to his 
brow after murmuring he would see both him, and 
Glorfindel later. 
 
 
 
Sighing, he closed his eyes and rubbed worriedly 
his forehead, wondering why all this was 
happening to him, wondering why had Glorfindel 
had to return earlier? 
 
 
 
Sauntering into Erestor´s chambers, Glorfindel 
halted just inside the door, his eyes hungrily 
raking over the nude figure as Erestor´s towel 
lay draped over the bed and he stood in front of 
the wardrobe, pursuing clothes for the evening.
 
 
 
Having heard the noise Erestor flinched and went 
gather the towel covering the lower half of his 
body as he wrapped it around his waist before 
glancing at the blond intruder. “I know now where 
Elladan and Elrohir learnt to enter other’s room 
with out knocking,” he half joked half scolded as 
he moved to gather his chosen clothes. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel leaned against the door, crossing his 
arms over his chest as he slowly pursued 
Erestor´s body. "We are betrothed Erestor, you 
have no need to hide from me."
 
 
 
“Before other’s eyes we might but just because of 
a lie you will not get to see me naked,” he 
acknowledged softly, grinning a challenge to the 
other before he headed to the bathroom to change 
into his formal clothes. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel snorted softly and crossed to the bed, 
stretching out across the covers, his arms 
crossed beneath his head as he waited for Erestor 
to return.
 
 
 
Sighing Erestor returned to his chambers to see 
the elder elf sprawled on his bed. He smiled at 
the alluring image before he moved to comb and 
braid his hair before the mirror. “You do look 
tired,” the Noldor elf murmured softly glancing 
over his shoulder as he plaited a lock of hair. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel sighed absently. "I am… why don't you 
come over here and wake me up, hmm?"
 
 
 
“I think we should be going now, unless you’d 
rather go to sleep?” the Noldor elf mumbled, 
leaving the silver comb on the drawer and 
standing by the bed to look at Glorfindel, 
deliberately avoiding the previous comment. “I 
can tell him you fell asleep and I had not the 
heart to wake you.” 
 
 
 
Glorfindel snorted. "Haven't the heart to wake me 
is right." he pouted, reluctantly standing from 
the comforting warmth to wrap his arm around 
Erestor´s waist.
 
 
 
Tensing against the almost caring arm, Erestor 
pushed slightly away the contact before he 
noticed what he was doing. “It is not you,” he 
whispered, knowing he might have hurt the other 
by flinching away after so insignificant a touch. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel sighed, meeting Erestor´s eyes evenly. 
"Tell your father the truth, Erestor."
 
 
 
“I can not,” Erestor sighed, pulling away 
worriedly before sitting on a chair. “He will not 
leave me alone in a millennia knowing what I have 
come to and he will not stop bugging me until I 
am truly engaged to someone… he, he does love me 
but he thinks I *need* someone to be with me and 
he is wrong… I do not know how to let him know 
that, he would not understand.”
 
 
 
"Erestor," he said firmly. "How do you think he 
will feel when he finds out that this is not 
real?" he questioned, raising his brow. "Tell 
him, Erestor and lessen the blow now. It won't 
work."
 
 
 
“I was thinking I could tell him we had a fight, 
but if he…” He sighed softly, wrinkling his nose 
in thought. “If he thinks me able to *relate* to 
others he might leave me alone, it would be 
easier,” he explained, shaking his head slowly. 
“I do not expect you to understand it; it is not 
your problem really.” 
 
 
 
"It is my problem." he said softly. "You made it 
so when you lied about me. And if you think for 
one moment that your father will leave you alone 
when we 'fight'... you are wrong, Erestor. Tell 
him now and tell him how you feel, or learn to 
accept my touches without jumping a foot in the 
air and paling three different shades of white."
 
 
 
Erestor laughed softly, blushing slightly and 
nodded slowly before glancing shyly up at the 
blond elf. “It is not you, as I said before, I am 
not used to having anyone touch me in any way. It 
is… hard for me to be close to anyone, mostly 
because I am always surrounded by inanimate 
objects.” He sighed again, now standing 
anxiously, what was he doing actually talking 
about himself with Glorfindel? This was certainly 
something he had not had in mind to do. “It is 
never easy,” he murmured, ending his rambling 
right there and staring out of the window at the 
raging sky. 
 
 
 
"Come over here." he commanded gently, waiting 
until Erestor moved back in front of him. "Touch 
me."
 
 
 
Erestor raised his brow in question at the blond 
elf standing determinedly in front of him and, 
sighing softly, he told himself it was alright to 
touch Glorfindel, it was as if petting his cat’s 
back. It was harmless… Slowly raising his hand, 
he poked Glorfindel´s chest gently with his index 
finger. “There” He murmured softly, seriously as 
he had touched the other. That was the best he 
could have managed to do this far. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel laughed softly, and slowly reached 
out, not wishing to scare Erestor. Gripping the 
young elf's wrists he brought his hands back to 
his chest, pressing Erestor´s palms flat against 
it. "Do not be afraid," he murmured soothingly, 
guiding Erestor´s hands up and down his body.
 
 
 
The Noldor elf almost gasped at the warm 
sensations arising in his body as his hands 
explored Glorfindel´s chest. Concentrating on the 
moves, he let them trail over the firm muscles 
gently and slowly, even though his breathing 
speeded up a little and his eyes fluttered 
slightly until their lids were half closed. 
 
 
 
Biting back a purr of pleasure, Glorfindel 
consciously loosened his muscles, his eyes 
closing as he simply enjoyed the feel of 
Erestor´s hands on him. Though unbidden, thoughts 
came to his head, remembering Erestor´s naked 
body, the fantasies he had had about the young 
elf rushed back to his mind.
 
 
 
Swallowing hard, the dark haired elf retrieved 
his hands slowly before he stepped back to look 
better at the blond elf, and he fought back the 
urge to cup Glorfindel´s cheek in the palm of his 
hand and lean forward to kiss the perfect lips. 
“We should go now,” he murmured, not sure of what 
might happen if they stayed but not ready to find 
out yet. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel sighed and nodded, carefully sliding 
his arm around Erestor´s waist, waiting patiently 
for him to do the same thing.
 
 
 
Knowing what was expected of him, the librarian 
slid his arm carefully along Glorfindel´s waist, 
slowly letting his hand stroke the blond´s lower 
back as it settled, telling himself that this was 
only a matter of practice and nothing more, it 
was only matter to get used to it and he was 
determined to try to do his best, as usual. 
 
 
 
Gently cupping Erestor´s cheek, he guided the 
younger elf's head to his shoulder, waiting for 
the stiffness to leave the other’s body before 
heading from the room.
 
 
 
*Isn’t this exaggerated?* he wanted to ask, but 
instead he relaxed against the other’s body as 
much as he could, trying to trust that Glorfindel 
knew what he was doing. Because he had no clue. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel smiled, pressing an affectionate kiss 
into Erestor´s hair as they stepped into his 
father’s room.
 
 
 
Erestor smiled at his father and moved to hug him 
tightly. “Ada, you have already met Glorfindel 
before, but I never actually introduced you. This 
is my father” He smiled at the blond elf before 
smiling tenderly at his adored father. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel smiled at the younger elf, clasping 
his arm in a warriors greeting. "Well met Nion." 
he greeted absently, tenderly pulling Erestor 
back into his arms.
 
 
 
“It is most unusual to see Erestor near someone 
with out flinching away,” he sniggered softly, 
offering both elves a seat. “The only creatures 
he let close to him back home were his cats,” he 
sighed softly, content his son had managed to get 
through his fears. 
 
 
 
“Ada,” Erestor complained pleadingly, sitting in 
his place. “I am sure Glorfindel does not care 
about that,” he babbled softly, reaching for the 
napkin. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel laughed, pressing a kiss to Erestor´s 
shoulder before settling into his own spot, 
absently laying the napkin across his lap. "I am 
sure I do care," he corrected, turning wicked 
eyes from Erestor to Nion. "Care to share a few 
childhood stories of him?"
 
 
 
Erestor blushed deeply and looked pleadingly at 
his father even though his father was grinning as 
wickedly as the blond elf. Sighing in distress, 
he leaned back in his chair, knowing no matter 
what he said, his father would speak. 
 
 
 
“Well, he was usually a quiet child, pretty much 
as he is now. Instead of going outside to play 
with the rest of the elflings around our house, 
he would sneak into the library and hide under a 
desk with several books. Sometimes he stayed 
there for entire days and nights, even forgetting 
his meals,” he pointed out, glancing at his 
always thin son who obviously still forgot now as 
an adult. “And pity the poor soul that tried to 
pull him away his hiding place or his books.” He 
sighed softly, shaking his head in amusement.  
 
 
 
Glorfindel smirked, resting his hand over 
Erestor´s, twining their hands together in 
affection as he soothingly rubbed the back of the 
Noldor elf’s hand.
 
 
 
“He was a very reserved child, perhaps too 
reserved, but we did not find a way to change 
that, and he toddled around the house with his 
precious books cradled as treasures in his arms. 
He told us he was having fun with his reading and 
we finally give in to his wishes. As we usually 
do.” Nion chuckled softly. “I never  figured out 
how he managed to do so, but one can not stay 
upset at him for longer than hour or deny him 
something.” He smiled at his son. “So, there you 
have something you might want to be careful with, 
don’t underestimate his charms. I dare say he is 
able to get whatever he wants from even the most 
reluctant elf,” he murmured affectionately and 
conspiratorially to the golden haired elf. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel laughed softly and met his 'lover’s' 
eyes, squeezing his hand in affection. "I dare 
say you are right about that. No matter how 
preposterous the idea, he gets his way."
 
 
 
Erestor blushed furiously and sank deeply in his 
chair, hoping his father would stop the retelling 
there. He did not think he could turn a worst 
shade of red than the one already covering his 
features. “Ada, please…” Erestor pleaded, 
glancing up at his father with wide eyes, not 
wanting his father to speak what he thought the 
other had in mind.
 
 
 
Glorfindel smirked, leaning over to press a kiss 
to Erestor´s cheek. "Do not fret so love, we are 
to be bound, surely you can allow me to know 
about your past."
 
 
 
Sinking further down in the chair he sighed when 
his father shook his head slowly. “He does not 
believe me nor his mother when we say this, but 
he looked so adorable curled up naked on the main 
table.” He laughed softly as he looked adoringly 
at his son. “The sun warmed the place during the 
early afternoon so when it was time for his nap 
and the other elflings played outside, he took 
all his clothes off and climbed to the table with 
his stuffed bear and fell asleep, as if he was in 
the most comfortable bed on the face of Arda” 
 
 
 
Glorfindel covered his mouth with one hand, 
muffling his laughs, though his shoulders gave 
the tell-tale shake and tears started to glisten 
in his eyes.
 
 
 
Crossing his arms on his chest Erestor leaned 
back to the chair. “Do you realise I will have 
him teasing me with that for at least a thousand 
years?” Erestor scolded his father lightly, 
glaring at the blond elf from under warning 
hooded eyelids before he heard his father 
chuckling as well. “I do not know what is that 
you find funny, it was a nice place and it was 
warm to sleep, very quiet…” he mumbled shaking 
his head slowly in defeat. 
 
 
 
Regarding Erestor with lustful eyes he purred 
softly, "I have a table in my room." he teased, 
though truthfully, he admitted to himself, he 
would not mind in the least if Erestor wanted to 
curl up naked, as long as he was around to see 
it.
 
 
 
Erestor cocked his head to the side and smiled 
mockingly, though teasingly at the eldar.
 
 
 
Rubbing his tongue against his lower lip, he 
purred softly, "Anytime you wish, beloved."
 
 
 
“I think I have long passed that phase of my 
life.” The Noldor elf smiled softly after 
thanking his father who had handed him his 
dessert. Looking down he grinned as he noticed it 
was one of his favourites. 
 
 
 
Picking up his fork, Glorfindel sliced his piece 
of pie, noticing the cooks had given each of them 
something different. For Nion had received apple 
pie, he had received blueberry pie, and Erestor 
chocolate cake.
 
 
 
Erestor took a bite of his cake and almost moaned 
as he felt the soft chocolate melting in his 
mouth. Playing slowly with the curls of chocolate 
adorning the top of the cake, he chopped a new 
small piece before he let it slide between his 
lips to his mouth. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel laughed softly as he took another 
bite, his eyes fixed firmly on Erestor´s face, 
thinking it close to how the young elf would look 
in the throws of passion.
 
 
 
“I do wish I could eat this more often, but then 
I remember if I do it would not taste as good as 
if I didn’t,” he murmured softly, smiling at 
Glorfindel sweetly, before absently offering a 
bite of his pie to the other, holding the fork 
near Glorfindel´s lips so the other could see 
what he was talking about. 
 
 
 
Dutifully leaning forward, Glorfindel wrapped his 
lips around Erestor´s fork, giving a soft moan of 
pleasure as he tasted the cake, savouring it as 
his tongue darted out, licking away the last bits 
clinging to the utensil.
 
 
 
Laughing softly, Erestor smiled at the eldar, 
“You just proved my point.” He grinned as he 
resumed eating his desert, though his eyes 
flickered from time to time to the blond elf. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel sighed softly, continuing to eat his 
own desert, though his eyes continually flickered 
to Erestor and the chocolate cake.
 
 
 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * 
 
 
 
Later on, after some more light talk and a few 
jokes and stories both Erestor and Glorfindel 
left Nion´s chambers, in order to head to *their* 
own. “I hope you have not have been too bored 
tonight,” Erestor said, smiling shyly at 
Glorfindel as they walked along the hallway. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel laughed softly, his hand draped 
comfortably across Erestor´s hip. "I had a 
wonderful time," he assured with an impish gleam 
in his eyes. "Especially the stories."
 
 
 
“Which you will never retell to a single soul if 
you want to remain alive,” Erestor pointed out, 
grinning teasingly as he glanced over his 
shoulder at the blond elf. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel stuck out his lower lip in Erestor´s 
direction. "Do you know how dearly, people would 
pay to hear that story?"
 
 
 
“You are not so needy for money as far as I know 
as for you to have the need to retell it,” 
Erestor pointed out, stopping before the eldar´s 
door. “Nor that one or any of the others you 
heard tonight,” he warned, locking his eyes with 
Glorfindel´s. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel continued to pout as he led the way 
into his rooms. "And what will you give me if I 
keep it to myself?"
 
 
 
“A kiss?” Erestor asked, softly smiling amused at 
the teasing. 
 
Glorfindel´s lips curled. "And where would I get 
my kiss?"
 
Leaning forward Erestor almost brushed 
Glorfindel´s lips before he pressed a kiss to the 
eldar´s cheek, soft tender and sweet, not to 
mention teasing before he pulled away again. 
“Good night” He whispered snaking from his place 
between the door and the other´s body as he 
headed to his chambers. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel poked his head through the door to 
find Erestor receding down the hall and he called 
loudly. "You'll have to do better than that, 
love. If you'll recall I never agreed to the 
deal!" Smirking as Erestor turned around; he 
licked his lips and retreated back inside his 
room.
 
 
 
“I know” Erestor murmured to himself as he 
continue his way to his rooms smirking, amused 
and puzzled by the rare feelings he had found in 
his heart when kissing Glorfindel. Even though it 
had been a chaste kiss, it had felt extremely 
right to him. 
 
 
 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * 
 
 
 
Glorfindel left his rooms an hour or so before he 
knew Erestor would arise, smirking to himself as 
he slipped into the younger elf's rooms and into 
his bed, sliding up behind him under the covers.
 
 
 
Purring softly at the warm sensation behind him, 
Erestor naturally snuggled into it, his entire 
body fitting perfectly against the other’s. 
 
 
 
Sliding his hands over Erestor´s stomach, he blew 
teasingly against the younger elf's neck, 
tickling the skin lightly.
 
 
 
Purring softly, Erestor´s lips twitched in a 
smile before he tried unsuccessfully to spit the 
soft air away and, rolling in the embrace, he 
blinked slowly to find Glorfindel in his bed. 
Staring at the other, he just waited for the 
explanation. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel blinked innocently. "Why are you 
looking at me so, beloved? Is it not natural for 
lovers to share a bed?"
 
 
 
“Funny,” Erestor murmured in a neutral tone with 
a mocking grin. “What are you doing here?” he 
asked, yawning into his hand. His attention was 
caught momentarily by his lack of need to flinch 
away from this elf, before he concentrated on the 
blue eyes again. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel´s lips curved upwards as he absently 
pushed back a lock of unruly dark hair. "Well it 
just wouldn't be right if you father caught us in 
separate beds."
 
 
 
“I see, so you just snuck into my bed to prevent 
that.” Erestor looked carefully into the blue 
eyes and smiled. “How thoughtful,” he teased, 
shifting onto his side again and embracing his 
pillow. “I am long past the stage of my life 
where I need my father to come wake me,” he 
babbled, muffling a yawn in his hand as he closed 
his eyes, wondering what was this sensation he 
was feeling at the moment. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel smirked, lowering his head to purr 
into Erestor´s ear. "I do hope beloved that I am 
the only that wakes your flesh."
 
 
 
Swallowing hard, Erestor closed his eyes as he 
felt his entire body tremble at the words. “What 
do you want Glorfindel?” he asked brokenly. “And 
most important *why* do you want it?” he asked, 
staring at the wall. “Unless you do know that, I 
suggest you stop this teasing right now” He 
sighed softly as he tugged the pillow closer. 
 
 
 
"I know exactly why I want it, Erestor, though I 
think you will not like my reasons."  Pushing the 
blankets back he slid from the body warmed 
blankets and moved to the window, giving Erestor 
his precious privacy. "Get dressed."
 
 
 
“What for? Is still too early and Anor had not 
yet graced us with it’s light.” He yawned into 
his hand, not wanting to inquire more on the 
other topic he had brought up before. Something 
in his heart told him to let it be, as he felt he 
indeed might not like to know what the reasons 
were that had motivated Glorfindel to help him. 
Getting dressed swiftly he stood by Glorfindel 
who was still staring outside the window. “What 
now?” he asked dimly, buttoning his robe. 
 
 
 
"We need to talk," he said seriously, leading 
Erestor towards the hearth, though he didn't 
bother to light a fire, nor even stoke the 
remaining embers. "You are still uncomfortable 
with my touching you, yes?"
 
 
 
“Well, not uncomfortable but it is rather odd to 
have someone … touching me so often. I already 
told you I am not used to it…” he complained 
softly, rubbing his brow. “What is that you have 
in mind?”  
 
 
 
Glorfindel sighed and pushed his hair over his 
shoulder. "If you cannot accept it and act 
normally, then I think it best to organize 
another hunting party."
 
 
 
“You mean a real one?” the librarian asked, 
frowning slightly as he glanced up to met the 
other’s eyes. 
 
 
 
"Yes a real one. Either that or I can have myself 
listed with the patrol to Lórien to clear the 
paths."
 
 
 
Erestor averted his eyes swiftly before he set 
them on the dying fire and nodded slowly. “That 
sounds like a good idea,” he managed to say, 
before standing up again and moving to his night 
table and gathering some books. “Though it does 
not seem fair on you,” he sighed softly. “You 
have just arrived and you should rest before 
going away again…” He shook his head slowly, not 
sure what was exactly the main reason for his 
distress. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel smiled reassuringly, though Erestor 
wasn't looking. "I am used to being out for long 
periods at a time," he assured. "A few more 
months will not hurt."
 
 
 
Erestor nodded slowly again and smiled at the 
eldar. “I have no problem with it, and the least 
I want is to cause more trouble of any kind to 
you. I do not think it will be best for you to 
leave again so quickly, but then I know no one 
dissuades you from anything as long as you 
consider it a good idea.” He sighed softly and 
chewed his lip a little before he sighed again. 
“I am alright with which ever decision you take. 
I can certainly not ask more of you…” He smiled 
awkwardly in thanks.  
 
 
 
Glorfindel smiled, gently stroking Erestor´s 
cheek. "I honestly think you should speak with 
your father and explain this mess you have gotten 
us into. But as you refuse, I think this is best. 
We cannot convince them we are lovers... perhaps 
for a few days, but not for a few months."
 
 
 
Nodding slowly, Erestor bit back the tears that 
he did not understand, that wanted to spill from 
his eyes. Pushing away the tender hand before it 
was too late, he smiled again at the blond. “You 
stay. I will ask Elrond to let me go visit my 
mother…I have not seen her in a long time.” He 
thought in the moment. “I will spend a month or 
so at home and will take my father with me,” he 
explained, solving both their problems. “You do 
need to rest,” he pointed out before taking a few 
more books spread along his bed and heading for 
the door. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel sighed, his hand lifting again, though 
this time to run through his hair in frustration. 
Cursing softly, he left Erestor´s room, relieving 
a little of his tension by slamming the door and 
stalking towards his own chambers.
 
 
 
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
 
 
 
Later that day Erestor had already talked to 
Elrond, and the permission had been granted as he 
had thought it would. Now he only needed to talk 
to his father and tell him he would like to go 
visit his mother for a while. Knocking on Nion´s 
room softly, he waited for his father to beckon 
him. 
 
 
 
Opening the door not a moment later Nion's face 
lit in a smile as he saw his son, though it faded 
at the sadness he saw in his son’s eyes.
 
 
 
Erestor managed to smile tenderly at his father 
before he embraced him tightly and stepped inside 
the room. “I have good news,” he announced. “I 
have just talked to Elrond and he has allowed me 
to go visit mother for a month or two.” He 
smiled.
 
 
 
Nion smiled, stroking his hand through Erestor´s 
hair affectionately. "When are you both able to 
get away?"
 
 
 
“You mean Glorfindel? He will not be able to come 
with us. He is needed here and he might have to 
join the patrols that will soon leave for 
Lórien,” he explained, shaking his head slowly 
and smiling softly at his father. 
 
 
 
Nion sighed and stroked Erestor´s hair gently, 
realizing that this was what had his son so 
upset. "Do not worry Erestor," he said, 
attempting to assure the young elf. "I will take 
care of it."
 
 
 
“Of what?” Erestor frowned a little at his 
father. “It is alright Ada, I am alright with it. 
We both have to take care of out responsibilities 
and I, more than anyone am able to understand 
that.” He smiled and nodded at the sad truth. “Do 
not worry I am just happy I am going to get to 
see mama again,” he assured. 
 
 
 
Nion smiled, cupping Erestor´s cheeks in his hand 
and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I will take 
care of everything," he said again, as though 
Erestor had not spoken before, sweeping from the 
room.
 
 
 
Growling in frustration, Erestor hurried off the 
room to find Glorfindel. He needed to warn him to 
stay away from his father until they had left, 
hopefully the following day. 
 
 
 
Nion beat his son to Glorfindel´s rooms, though 
he did not find the eldar there. Sighing he 
wandered through the halls, quickly finding the 
elf he sought.
 
 
 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * 
 
 
 
“Stay quiet” Erestor hissed quietly as he tried 
to sleep in the silly, small bedroll they had 
brought for the trip. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel pouted, his lower lip jutting out like 
a small child denied his favoured play toy. "I 
did not say anything."
 
 
 
“You are restless tonight, just stay quiet and 
sleep,” Erestor hissed again as he felt 
Glorfindel shifting and moving inside the small 
bed, obviously unable to sleep. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel shifted again, finally wrapping his 
arms around Erestor´s waist to get comfortable. 
"Again, I did not say anything," he hissed back.
 
 
 
Sighing and extremely tired, being unused to 
being in the wild for such long periods of time, 
he let the other embrace him with out jumping 
from the bed roll, and stayed quiet. “Try to 
sleep,” he mumbled absently, yawning into his 
hand before absently snuggling up to the strong, 
warm body spooning him. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel sighed, resting his cheek on Erestor´s 
shoulder, letting the younger elf's breath lull 
him to sleep.
 
 
 
Waking not much later in the morning, even before 
Anor did, Erestor felt the chilly air of the 
morning sliding between the sheets and around his 
body. Sighing softly and sleepily, the Noldor elf 
cuddled even closer to the other body, pressing 
almost fully against it as he absently held 
Glorfindel´s hand to his chest, waiting for the 
soft shivers to leave him soon. 
 
 
 
Instinctively sliding his hand over Erestor´s 
chest, he soothed the shivers from the younger 
elf's body, warming him slowly as he continued to 
slumber.
 
 
 
Purring softly, the dark haired elf closed his 
eyes, feeling the warm sensation arising in his 
body and a small smile formed on his lips as he 
realised how nice it felt to have someone so 
close, how nice it felt to have *Glorfindel* 
close … sighing his troubling thoughts away, he 
wrinkled his nose softly and started to slide out 
of the bed roll.  
 
 
 
Waking as the other moved, he absently tightened 
his arms, his sleep blurred eyes finding 
Erestor´s face and he mumbled curiously, 
wondering why Erestor was leaving their bed so 
soon, as Anor had not even risen in the sky.
 
 
 
“You sleep,” Erestor murmured softly, stroking 
absently the blond´s hair gently and soothingly 
before he finally managed to get off the bed roll 
to sit by the fire, adding in the process a few 
more logs of wood to keep it hot enough to warm 
him in his light clothes. 
 
 
 
Despite Erestor´s advice, Glorfindel woke again 
when Erestor left his arms, and he propped 
himself up on his elbow, watching the younger 
elf's actions with fond eyes.
 
 
 
“What are you doing up so soon?” the dark haired 
elf asked as his cat climbed into his lap, 
curling up in it contentedly whilst he stroke the 
soft fur gently, gaining content purrs from the 
small, black creature. Moments later he reached 
for his pack and took a few strips of dry meat 
for Ithil to eat. “I assume you will have some 
milk later today as well,” he assured softly, 
smiling at his cat.
 
 
 
Glorfindel sighed softly, nearly groaning as he 
rolled onto his back, thinking Erestor paid more 
attention to that blasted cat than he did any elf 
in Imladris.
 
 
 
Having heard the sigh, the dark haired elf 
glanced over his shoulder at the blond elf lying 
fully in his back. “Do you want some tea?” he 
asked softly as he noticed Glorfindel was awake 
now. 
 
 
 
"Nay," he sighed absently, waving his hand in a 
distracted manner as he stared at the fading 
stars, content to lounge for awhile longer and 
wallow in his annoyance.
 
 
 
Shrugging, Erestor started the task to prepare 
some breakfast as he knew his father would want 
to be on the road as soon as possible. They could 
be so alike sometimes… Having set everything he 
needed he sat and watched the sunrise quietly 
whilst sipping from his mug of tea. Ithil once 
again curled up in his lap and took a nap. 
 
 
 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * 
 
 
 
Nion, after two weeks on the road and dealing 
with his sons slightly testy attitude as well as 
Glorfindel abrupt manner, decided to take matters 
into his own hands, and excused himself and his 
son politely, leading Erestor away from the camp.
 
 
 
Following his father, rather annoyed they were 
losing precious time he looked at him waiting for 
him to speak. 
 
 
 
Nion turned once they where out of ear shot, 
meeting his son’s eyes evenly, though he was a 
little disturbed at the conversation he was going 
to have with his child. "I have been married for 
a very long time Erestor. I know what couples do 
in the privacy of their own beds and, while you 
do not have much privacy out here, I do not wish 
for you to deny yourself nor Glorfindel the 
pleasure of your bodies."
 
 
 
Erestor frowned slightly, have he heard alright? 
Was his father telling him to *be* with 
Glorfindel there? In the wild? “I am sure we can 
manage Ada, we are not elflings anymore, we can 
control our bodies,” he assured reasonably. Yes, 
that was a good idea. Reason always got him out 
of trouble. “You need not to worry for us, we are 
alright.” 
 
 
 
"It has been two weeks Erestor. As well as the 
months before that while he was gone... I know 
the hardship you are going through, being so 
utterly in love."
 
 
 
Erestor rubbed his brow unable to believe he was 
having this conversation. “Ada, we are fine, we … 
will manage, you do not need to worry for us.” 
 
 
 
"Nay, Erestor, listen to your father and deal 
with your desire. I’ll not have two surly elves 
for the entire trip to keep me company."
 
 
 
Swallowing hard at the determined tone his father 
had used, he just nodded. Though he was at a 
completely lost at how he was going to solve this 
problem…Nodding slowly he sighed and headed to 
the camp never noticing his father was not 
following him. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel glanced up, his eyes concerned as he 
saw Erestor´s confused expression, and gripping 
the younger elf's arm, he steered Erestor in the 
opposite direction, demanding, "What did he say?"
 
 
 
“He wants us to have sex so we can release our 
tensions,” he acknowledged, kneeling before the 
fire next to Glorfindel. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel nearly sputtered in shock. "He wants 
me to fuck you?"
 
 
 
“Well, it is not at all that insane considering 
we are to be bound,” Erestor reminded the blond 
elf, sighing quietly and raking an anxious hand 
through his ebony hair. “We are being rather 
annoying… sometimes…” he recognised, mostly to 
himself. “Why did you say yes?” he asked, 
glancing at the blond. “If you had just told him 
you had to go away, this would not be happening 
now.” He almost whined in his distress. “How did 
you let him convinced you?”
 
 
 
"He said that if we are to be bound, I should 
first have the consent of both your parents," he 
said simply, though his mind was examining the 
problem, wondering how on earth he was going to 
get them out of this one.
 
 
 
“I am so tired, this is getting out of control 
and it is entirely my fault,” the Noldor elf 
murmured, rubbing both his eyes. Erestor could 
not remember having been so moody in his entire 
life. “I am sorry,” he whispered before standing 
again and heading to the small lake not far away, 
only wishing to think things over. Soon they 
would be arriving at his home, and his mother was 
not as easy to convince as his father. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel sighed as he watched Erestor leave, 
his eyes following the rapidly retreating body, 
though he looked up as he heard Nion behind him.
 
 
 
"I think perhaps it is time we both bathed. Get 
up and let us go," the dark haired elf murmured, 
pretty much as if the other was his son. 
 
 
 
 
 
Raising his eyes from the spot he was staring at, 
Erestor let his clothes fall to the dirt before 
he entered the small lake and a small reliving 
sigh escaped his lips as he felt the soothing 
sensation of the water surrounding his body. His 
peace and quiet ended when he noticed both his 
father and Glorfindel on the shores of the lake 
as well. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel sighed, sending at apologetic look in 
Erestor´s direction as he started to strip out of 
his clothing.
 
 
 
Nion nearly grinned in glee at his plan and moved 
towards a rock, slowly unlacing his tunic as he 
watched Glorfindel under hooded lashes and 
wondered how Erestor could give up the pleasures 
of flesh when his lover looked like Glorfindel.
 
 
 
Climbing to a rock in the middle of the lake, 
Erestor watched Glorfindel entering the water and 
swimming away the shore as his father took their 
clothes back to the camp. Sighing he glanced down 
at the blond elf. “I am sorry,” he whispered 
again, not knowing what else to say. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel sighed, suppressing the urge to bang 
his head against a rock. "I cannot believe I was 
stupid enough to agree to this."
 
 
 
Biting back the tears forming in his eyes, 
Erestor mumbled another apology and, as soon as 
he turned to rest on his belly on the sun warm 
rock, he let the tears silently fall, not sure 
what was hurting him most at the time; the fact 
that he was making the blond elf hate him or the 
fact that he could not control the entire 
situation any more. 
 
 
 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * 
 
 
 
Erestor sighed contentedly to be home again, and 
looked at his bed with a warm smile lingering on 
his lips. “Might not be as luxurious as Imladris 
but it is a warm place to spend the days,” he 
assured, smiling back at the eldar as he left his 
pack on the chair. “I can… sleep on the couch by 
the window and you can take the bed…” 
 
 
 
"Erestor stop it," he commanded gently. "We have 
been sleeping together for two months."
 
 
 
“I know,” he murmured, shifting in his place to 
look at the blond elf momentarily before he 
lowered his gaze. “Would you rather take a bath 
and sleep or would you like me to get us 
something to eat first?” he asked, leaving Ithil 
on the couch and waiting for his answer.
 
 
 
Glorfindel sighed, wanting to protest both ideas, 
but his muscles where sore from the long ride and 
urged him to accept. "I would like a bath. Why do 
you not bring up something to eat while I run us 
a bath?"
 
 
 
Nodding in agreement, Erestor took his dusty 
cloak off his body before heading to the kitchen 
to prepare an appetiser for both of them. And not 
much later he returned with a perfectly arranged 
tray with both his favourite foods as well as 
Glorfindel´s. Leaning against the door jamb of 
the bathroom, he noticed the blond elf already 
relaxing in the warm water. Smiling softly, he 
took in slowly the other’s beauty. 
 
 
 
His eyes still closed, arms resting across the 
rim of the tub, he absently beckoned Erestor over 
with a wave of his hand. "Going to join me or 
stand there all night?"
 
 
 
“I think I am not sure,” Erestor smiled, blushing 
slightly before starting to undress; leisurely, 
revealing each part of his body to the other’s 
eyes. Moving forward, he looked at Glorfindel, 
letting the other chose if he should sit before 
or behind him. 

 
 
 
Meeting Erestor´s eyes, he let his legs drift 
open, making room for Erestor between them.
 
 
 
Pushing his trembling away, the dark haired elf 
settled between the parted legs slowly, before he 
felt a tender arm pull him to the other’s body, 
urging him to rest on the already soaked chest 
and, closing his eyes, he let a blissful gasp 
escape his parted lips. 
 
 
 
Smiling, Glorfindel let his eyes close again, 
cradling Erestor against him as he relaxed again, 
sighing in pleasure.
 
 
 
Having bathed and relaxed Erestor found himself 
once again cradled in the gentle arms as his body 
snuggled to the strong chest. “I think …we should 
get out now,” he whispered, hating to interrupt 
the quietness of the moment. 
 
 
 
"Becoming a prune?" Glorfindel questioned, his 
hand absently sliding over Erestor´s chest, his 
own fingertips becoming wrinkled.
 
 
 
“I believe so, yes,” Erestor laughed softly and 
tried not to purr with the tender touch “Plus the 
water is starting to get cold.” He sighed softly 
before stepping from the tub and getting them 
both a couple of big towels. Leaving Glorfindel´s 
by the tub, he wrapped one around his waist and 
moved to the dormitory. Standing before the fire, 
he set upon the task of drying his hair whilst 
un-knotting it slowly. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel sighed in reluctance, used his toes to 
unplug the tub before standing up, and dried his 
body with the towel, before wrapping it around 
his hair, and following Erestor into the bedroom.
 
 
 
Ruffling along his old clothes, Erestor found his 
favourite sleeping shirt and smiled as he slid it 
along his body then, picking a larger one, he 
handed it to Glorfindel. Climbing into the bed he 
set the tray in the middle and, picking a 
strawberry, he bit it unhurriedly whilst 
comforting Ithil with a small piece of dry meat. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel shrugged into the fabric, despite how 
large it would have been on Erestor, it was still 
quite small on his larger frame, coming to the 
middle of his thighs and was a little tight on 
his chest when he moved. Settling onto the bed, 
he reached for a carrot, munching it absently as 
he wished to be back in his own chambers so he 
would be able to sleep with out any clothing as 
he always did.
 
 
 
“You can take it off if you want,” Erestor 
murmured, glancing briefly up at the eldar, 
clearly noticing how uncomfortable the other was. 
“I think I have seen you naked so many times I 
might have gotten used to it by now,” he joked 
lightly, taking another strawberry, letting the 
other know he would not really mind for him to 
sleep naked.  
 
 
 
"Then I truly do not have to wear this... this 
abomination?" he questioned, not wishing for 
Erestor to feel uncomfortable.
 
 
 
Shaking his head in amusement, Erestor laughed 
softly. “No you have not, though my grandmother 
would be very upset to think you considered her 
work an abomination,” he joked, still sniggering 
as he had never liked that shirt either.
 
 
 
Glorfindel groaned as he slid the nightshirt over 
his head. "It is an abomination, all night 
clothes are." 
 
 
 
“It’s a matter of getting use to use them, I 
think,” he shrugged, chuckling softly whilst 
resting his head on his pillow and closing his 
eyes, the food now having passed to second plane 
as he just wanted to relax and perhaps even sleep 
a little. “I always refused to wear them, but my 
mother insisted and I suppose she was so 
persistent I just started wearing them so she 
would stop bothering me, and now it is only 
natural…” he commented softly.
 
 
 
Moving the tray to the bedside table, he slid one 
hand behind his head, absently stretching his 
second arm out to make room for Erestor against 
him. "I never had parents that fought with me 
over such trivial matters.”
 
 
 
Swiftly moving closer; Erestor snuggled up to the 
strong body, it feeling somehow odd now to be 
away the other elf for long periods of time. 
“What happened to them?” the dark haired elf 
asked softly glancing up as his fingers idly drew 
incoherent patterns on the blond elf’s chest 
whilst he settled. 
 
 
 
"They died," he said simply, having gotten over 
his pain and grief in Mandos. "Orcs killed them 
in the war."
 
 
 
“I am sorry,” the Noldor elf murmured sadly, 
leaning to rest his head on Glorfindel´s shoulder 
as his hand rested on the other’s chest just 
above Glorfindel´s heart caressing the soft flesh 
under his fingers gently. 
 
 
 
"I am not. They deserve peace, and if it comes 
through death then so be it. At least they are 
together."
 
 
 
“Yes… but, you must have needed them when 
little,” Erestor said hesitantly, not sure he 
should be pushing the other in such delicate 
topic, after all he was no more than an annoying, 
lying elfling to the blond’s eyes. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel gently stroked Erestor´s hair. "I did 
need them, and I loved them very, very much. But 
I also saw how hard it was to watch their friends 
and family die. They would not have made it... 
this way they are at peace and surrounded by 
loved ones.”
 
 
 
“I suppose” Erestor murmured, not at all 
convinced of what Glorfindel was saying, he had 
still not lost anyone as important as to know of 
such a pain, but he did know he would not be able 
to survive to it. “I am glad, you were strong 
enough as to be able to live though all you have 
been though,” he whispered softly in thought, 
closing his eyes slowly. “I would have never 
known you otherwise.” 
 
 
 
Glorfindel smiled, warmed by the words though 
compelled to say. "I died the same day they did…I 
do not know if I would have survived the loss of 
so many people I loved… I grieved in Mandos. We 
did not have the opportunity to die from it."
 
 
 
Erestor nodded before he frowned in thought, 
“Then, your parents were busy or travelling when 
you were little?” he asked trying to make sense 
of Glorfindel´s words as the other had said he 
had not had parents to fight him over trivial 
things, or was he so tired he was not listening 
correctly. Sighing softly he realized he was 
acting like an elfling interrogating the other 
the way he was doing it. “You would probably be 
better with me being quiet and let you sleep,” he 
smiled shyly. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel smiled, tenderly squeezing Erestor´s 
shoulder. "You are young, it is only natural you 
where curious… but you must remember I grew up in 
a different time from you. There where many wars 
going on, my parents simply did not have time to 
argue over simple things, or read me to sleep at 
night. I know they loved me, but we did not share 
the relationship you and you parents do.”
 
 
 
Erestor nodded again, biting his lip not to 
refute the eldar´s comment again; in his 
consideration no child should have been able to 
live with their parent’s constant chiding. No 
matter how annoying it might have been, he knew 
it was one of the things he loved the most of his 
own parents. It reassured them they did care for 
him. “It is a mystery,” he whispered in thought 
as he came to a sudden rushed conclusion. “Your 
parents did not have time to be with you and you 
turn out to be so social, and my parents did not 
let me be with out a hug or kiss for a couple of 
minutes and I turn out to be so extremely … 
antisocial…” He frowned, not really understanding 
the logic. “I think I should try to sleep and 
stop babbling.” He sighed and, pressing a soft, 
tender kiss to the snow white cheek, he shifted 
in his place willing to stop talking nonsense. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel laughed softly and slid his arms 
around Erestor´s waist, spooning up behind the 
younger elf. "I spoke with more people than you 
will ever know every day," he said softly. "I was 
forced to interact lest I be without knowledge 
about what was happening in the world. That 
knowledge was needed to keep me and my people 
safe."
 
 
 
“I suppose, but still, it has something to do 
with our persons. I have never felt comfortable 
in crowded places or near people. You can easily 
tell when you look like a fish in the water… 
might have something to do with practice but it 
has to do with the elf too…” he murmured, 
snuggling closer to the other. “I’d rather spend 
my day surrounded by books and my cat than 
elves.”
 
 
 
Glorfindel nodded slowly. "It takes time getting 
used to... But take us for example. You could 
barely stand to touch my hand, and now you’re 
utterly relaxed while we lay in bed... one of us 
naked I might add."
 
 
 
Laughing softly Erestor glanced over his 
shoulder, letting his lips linger a few mere 
inches away from the other elf’s ones. “I have 
had enough of you moving in the bedroll because 
you could not sleep, as to have you being fussy 
in my bed as well,” he joked in amusement. “I 
assume now you will be comfortable enough as to 
stay quiet while I try to sleep?” He smiled as 
his eyes locked with Glorfindel´s.
 
 
 
Glorfindel´s features turned on a lecherous 
expression.  "I could become even more 
comfortable if you where to allow it," he leered 
teasingly, his hand sliding down Erestor´s chest, 
slowly making its way towards the flesh between 
his thighs.
 
 
 
Taking Glorfindel´s hand half the way, Erestor 
placed it over his heart “This is as comfortable 
as you will get tonight *beloved*,” he teased, 
and smiled, shaking his head slowly in amusement. 
“Now we should really try to sleep some,” he 
murmured, caressing Glorfindel´s cheek gently 
before settling again to his pillow. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel pouted as he pulled the blankets 
around their bodies. "You'd really think that 
after being together for four years we would have 
had sex by now... or at least I would be able to 
put my hand down your leggings."
 
 
 
“You should have thought about that before 
engaging with such a reserved, shy elf,” Erestor 
smiled. “Now try to sleep.” He gently elbowed the 
eldar as he knew he would not be able to sleep if 
they kept talking.   
 
 
 
Glorfindel pouted, tightening his arms around 
Erestor´s waist, though he purred a moment later. 
"I will get my hand inside your leggings... I 
promise you that."
 
 
 
“I will hold you to that promise,” the Noldor elf 
smiled and, ending the conversation there, he 
allowed his eyes to glaze, not realizing how 
tired he had been until he easily fell asleep. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel groaned the next morning, mumbled in 
annoyance as he pressed his face into Erestor´s 
back, attempting to hide from the bright 
sunlight.
 
 
 
Murmuring something in his sleep Erestor woke 
slowly before he glanced behind him to the hiding 
elf, sighing softly he stood clumsily and, having 
closed the curtains, went back to bed, lying now 
facing at the other. “Better?” he asked sleepily. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel grumbled softly, all but yanking the 
young elf against his body, tucking Erestor 
against him. "Much."
 
 
 
“Good” Erestor murmured, embracing Glorfindel 
idly against his chest as he closed his eyes 
again, resting his head on the pillow and 
pressing his brow to the others. “I believe… we 
will soon be woken,” he acknowledged softly, as 
the maids used to bring him breakfast around this 
hour when he was here.  
 
 
 
"No we won't," he denied, wanting to sleep quite 
a bit more; especially if Erestor was going to 
remain in his arms.
 
 
 
Smiling with amusement at the stubborn tone, the 
dark haired elf stroked the golden hair gently 
just waiting for the well known knock which came 
only a few minutes later. Sniggering softly, 
Erestor pressed a kiss to Glorfindel´s brow 
before covering the naked body and getting out 
off the bed to retrieve their breakfast.
 
 
 
Glorfindel groaned and flopped to the other side, 
blue eyes peering at Erestor through a mass of 
tangled blond hair. His voice was muffled as half 
his mouth pressed into the pillow. "Erestor, get 
your arse over here."
 
 
 
Erestor laughed softly at the alluring image and 
left the tray on the small table by the bed 
before he got between the sheets again. “I think, 
I would have never believed if someone would have 
ever told me you refused to start a new day,” he 
teased gently, pushing the golden locks off the 
other elf’s face and back with the rest. 
 
 
 
"I hate mornings," he grumbled, wrapping his arms 
around Erestor´s waist, his eyes glazing 
slightly, remaining somewhere between awake and 
asleep.
 
 
 
Shaking his head slowly, the dark haired elf 
stroked the blond hair gently and idly, letting 
his fingers tangle with it gently as his eyes 
closed allowing his body to relax again. Once 
again his brow came to rest against Glorfindel´s. 
 
 
 
Sighing, Glorfindel relaxed even further, one 
hand  absently trailing down Erestor´s body, 
gripping a shapely thigh and bringing it over his 
hip, pressing Erestor  tightly against him before 
settling  again.
 
 
 
Purring softly Erestor pressed absently closer to 
the other’s body, totally lost in the soft 
breathing colliding with his own. “What shall we 
do today?” he asked, but in a whisper letting his 
breath collide with Glorfindel´s parted lips as 
he spoke, having told the eldar everything he 
thought the other might find something 
interesting to do around there. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel sighed softly, shifting closer to 
Erestor, letting the young elf feel his morning 
erection. "Stay in bed."
 
 
 
“And do what?” Erestor purred softly, biting his 
lip as well as the urge to press to the hard 
flesh against his thigh and felling his pulse 
madly starting to race. “There is no much we can 
do staying in bed, the use is limited…” he purred 
softly. 
 
 
 
"Oh but all the things we can do..." he purred 
leeringly, though his tone was still heavily 
laced with sleep.
 
 
 
Smirking Erestor nodded slowly moving the fingers 
lingering to the eldar´s back softly drawing 
incoherent patterns on the smooth skin. “Hmm, 
yes… for example all the different positions we 
can sleep in… and all the dreams we can have…” he 
teased in a purr, noticing his nose was faintly 
brushing with Glorfindel´s at the moment. 
 
 
 
"All the wicked things I could do to your body," 
he purred teasingly, his eyes meeting Erestor´s, 
the residual sleep gone from his eyes as he slid 
his hand down Erestor´s body.
 
 
 
Fluttering his eyes open the dark haired elf 
smiled, the slight twitch of his own lips almost 
causing them to brush with the blond elf's ones. 
"You want to do wicked things to my body?" he 
asked, purring softly and meeting the blue ocean 
eyes with his own now mischievously sparkling 
green ones.
 
 
 
Glorfindel raised his brow, his fingers inching 
lower, making a beeline to Erestor´s cock. "I 
believe I have been telling you that for months."
 
 
 
Purring softly he looked at the other from under 
hooded eyelashes. “But you have not even kissed 
me yet…” he teased softly in complaint as he 
pouted a little. 
 
 
 
"Oh I believe I have," he purred, "But I do think 
I can refresh your memory." Pulling the younger 
elf against him, his hand stilled on Erestor´s 
abdomen. He claimed the warm lips in a searing 
kiss.
 
 
 
Moaning softly, the Noldor elf allowed the other 
to ravish his mouth before he started to respond 
to the kiss whilst pressing closer to 
Glorfindel´s naked figure. Letting his hands help 
him bring the other closer, he felt the wicked 
tongue dancing along with his own. 
 
 
 
Sighing into Erestor´s mouth, Glorfindel realized 
Erestor wasn't going to stop him, and his hand 
started up again, sliding the rest of the way 
before wrapping around his 'betrothed's' half 
hard shaft.
 
 
 
Whimpering softly, the dark haired elf kept 
kissing the other deeply as his hips rocked 
slowly into the pleasuring hand. 
 
 
 
Purring softly, Glorfindel pressed Erestor into 
the mattress, devouring the sweet mouth with his 
tongue. His fingers tightened around Erestor´s 
shaft, and he absently kicked the blankets away 
as he moved his hand over the hard flesh.
 
 
 
Nion opened the door absently, though he stopped 
in his place as he noticed the blond elf covering 
his son’s body with his own and actually giving 
Erestor a hand-job. He had come to the idea these 
two had never been a couple and all this had been 
some kind of charade to keep him from bugging his 
son but apparently he had been… wrong. “I am 
sorry,” he murmured, retreating slowly and 
closing the door behind him. 
 
 
 
Erestor gasped in horror and, snaking from under 
the other’s body, he pulled his night shirt in 
place, Glorfindel having pulled it up earlier. 
Then he stood and paced his room as he realised 
what he would have done. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel groaned softly, his own cock hard and 
weeping between his thighs and he sank into the 
mattress, hoping to Elbereth he would wake up and 
find all of this a dream.
 
 
 
Swallowing hard, Erestor cast a glance at the bed 
and watching the annoyed, aroused elf on it made 
him only want to get out of there. What was he 
going to do? Glorfindel did not care for him that 
way; he just wanted him for a day or so… he did 
not really care… Sighing he threw some clothes 
over his now naked body and, murmuring an 
apology, he stormed out off the bedroom. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel hissed softly as he rolled onto his 
back, long fingers wrapping around his cock, 
jerking his flesh with easy motions. He was quite 
uncaring how he got off, only that he did... 
Though, he admitted, he would have rather had 
Erestor in the bed instead of being alone.
 
 
 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * 
 
 
 
She smiled as she noticed the blond elf her son 
was so fond of wandering around her gardens. 
“Erestor´s favourites,” she commented softly as 
the elder elf stood to admire a rare species of 
white simple flowers adorning one of the furthest 
away corners, acknowledging her presence to the 
blond elf as Glorfindel had not yet noticed her, 
being too busy appreciating the delicate forms of 
the flowers. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel turned towards the beautiful dark 
haired female, slowly making his way through the 
garden and towards her. "Erestor has wonderful 
taste."
 
 
 
“He does.” She smiled fondly at her son’s 
delicate tastes whilst closing the book resting 
on her lap, slowly sliding the palm of her hand 
along the leather cover. Erestor had the same 
manner which he had most likely picked up after 
seeing her do that so many times in his 
childhood. “You know, Glorfindel, why my son 
loves so much his books and his cats? Why he 
opens himself freely and willingly to them?” she 
asked softly, as the other sat by her side taking 
her invitation.  
 
 
 
"Because they cannot hurt him," he said softly, 
tilting his face to the warm sun. "And they love 
unconditionally... They do not judge him as elves 
would."
 
 
 
Smiling softly, she nodded slowly. “They love him 
the same way he loves, the only way he knows to 
love… unconditionally,” she acknowledged quietly. 
“When he was little, eight years old to be exact, 
his newest cat went missing… we looked for that 
cat the entire day, even the maids and the stable 
boys helped in the search, by night Erestor had 
not eaten nor taken his bath and, being as 
stubborn as he was, did not wanted to stop 
looking for the animal… not wanting me upset with 
him he acceded to take a bath and go to bed with 
the promise we would keep looking the following 
day. As soon as I left the room I kept looking 
for the cat, though desisted of the idea after a 
couple of more hours. Later on, I was already in 
bed and the sun had not yet graced us with it’s 
light when I heard Erestor´s door creak as always 
when opened. Worried, I went to see if he was 
alright and as soon as I opened his bedroom door 
I saw him holding the injured animal to his 
chest, both of them covered with mud and little 
twigs I may add.” She sighed softly at the messy 
image, “The cat had fallen into a hole one of the 
elves had dug far away the house to bury 
something, we still do not know what exactly, and 
had covered it with a few small branches. If he 
had not found her when he did, she would have 
died that night in the storm for the hole was 
filled with water the following day when we 
checked.  I do not know how Erestor managed to 
get himself and the cat out off that hole, but I 
do know he did not care about the danger he put 
himself into, and the animal somehow knew for she 
was his shadow until she died twenty five years 
later when Erestor himself told her to depart.” 
Standing elegantly she moved towards the flowers 
her son so much loved, and picked one. “That is 
the only way he knows how to love, he gives 
himself completely to the other, expecting only 
the other to return that love though he knows 
elves are not as cats and books for the feelings 
in the hearts of our kind are not as everlasting 
as our lives…” she thought out loud mostly to 
herself. “Erestor loves you …” She smiled as she 
confessed her son’s secrets to the blond. “If you 
are careful enough you should be able to notice 
it as well as I do when I look into his eyes…” 
she assured, reaching in her pocket for a small 
box which she handed to the blond as well as the 
white perfect flower. “Those were always 
Erestor´s favourites…and I was saving them for 
the right moment in his life, though now…” She 
smiled sadly and cut her speech short. “You hand 
them to him, in whichever form you want…” 
 
 
 
"Whichever form I want?" was all he managed to 
utter, his head still spinning with all that she 
had told him, though it only caused new questions 
to arise in his soul. Such as, if Erestor had 
such a big capacity to love, why did he not do so 
with more elves? Or... perhaps someone had hurt 
him in the past?
 
 
 
She smiled noticing the other’s confusion and 
nodded. “You know of what I speak,” she whispered 
softly. “He had already made his choice… now it 
is only up to you to let him know how all this is 
going to end…” She smiled sadly, before glancing 
up to see her son rushing to the house from the 
stables and she could not do anything but to 
shake her head in amusement… She only hoped 
Erestor did not end up hurt much. “If you excuse 
me.” She bowed politely and headed to the house 
as well, cradling the book in her arms gently and 
caringly. 
 
 
 
Absently following Erestor into the house, 
Glorfindel opened the wooden box, gasping softly 
when he saw two delicate bands of mithril, both 
engraved with the infinity sign.
 
 
 
Sighing softly, Erestor unwrapped the small 
shivering bundle from his shirt and place him on 
his desk near the fire, carefully examining the 
famished orphan kitten. Sighing softly, he got a 
little piece of bread and, sinking it in the 
milk, he let it soak it before repeating the 
process all over again, though making sure the 
food was not too much for the starving cat. Ithil 
at the same time jumped onto the desk to peer at 
the small bundle in his master’s hands and sat 
carefully watching Erestor tend to it. “You will 
have to take care of him with me, he will need 
you to keep him warm during the following days,” 
he explained softly to Ithil. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel, after having contemplated the idea 
for a good long while, moved around the halls, 
one ring glittering on his finger, the other 
curled inside his palm. Finally finding the young 
elf he slid silently behind him, one arm wrapping 
around the slender waist.
 
 
 
Blinking slowly and surprised, Erestor glanced 
over his shoulder, puzzled, and smiled at the 
blond elf, having thought Glorfindel to be 
annoyed after the rushed way he had left his room 
that morning. “I am sorry I left you alone in a 
strange place…” he whispered remorsefully. “I … 
was confused and… I could not think straight.” 
 
 
 
Glorfindel smiled, pressing his lips to Erestor´s 
neck. "Do not worry. I’m used to you running away 
from me. You've done it at least twice a day 
since this journey started."
 
 
 
Blushing, Erestor sniggered quietly. “I am 
sorry,” he whispered softly, looking down to see 
at the eldar hiding his face on his neck as he 
smiled shyly. “Do you want to go for a ride?” he 
asked softly as the nights there could be as 
pretty as the ones in Imladris. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel laughed softly. "I think my dear. I 
have been left hard by you far too long to 
subject myself to riding with you."
 
 
 
“I did not say ride *me* I said ride *with* me… 
under the moonlight,” he smiled sweetly at the 
other. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel pouted.  "I did not think I would ride 
you. I thought *you* would ride *me*." Biting at 
Erestor´s neck, he slid his hand over the hard 
abdomen.
 
 
 
Erestor´s body faltered noticeably at the 
intimate touch and he moved slowly away from it. 
“I do not think… this is wise…” he murmured 
softly, carefully looking at the other. “I…” He 
sighed softly and averted his eyes shyly as he 
was well aware they would give him easily away if 
he kept looking at the other.  
 
 
 
Glorfindel´s lips curved and he pressed another 
kiss to Erestor´s cheek, waiting until the 
younger elf ducked his head and blushed, before 
opening his hand, showing Erestor the ring 
nestled in his palm.
 
 
 
Frowning slightly the Noldor elf picked up the 
small band and a soft smile formed on his lips as 
he recognized it though the smile saddened as he 
was reminded all this was only a charade. “My 
mother gave them to you?” he whispered in 
question as it was pretty much the only thing he 
could manage to say with the knot that had 
suddenly formed in his throat. “I think… I feel 
miserable now I have lied to them… she had meant 
to keep these until I …” He smiled sadly and 
looked at the floor again. “And this is no more 
than a lie…” 
 
 
 
"Oh Erestor," he said softly, pressing his lips 
to Erestor´s cheek as he gentle stroked the soft 
hair.  "Do not think about it. You will find 
someone to love and cherish for all your days."
 
 
 
Trembling hard, Erestor managed to look at the 
blond elf biting back the tears wanting to escape 
his eyes. “I suppose…” He smiled awkwardly. 
“Though I am not sure I will want to,” he added, 
averting his eyes once again, wondering what was 
wrong with him? 

 
 
 
Nion poked his head around the door jamb to find 
his son and Glorfindel talking in the other hall. 
“Dinner is ready,” he acknowledged to both of 
them.   
 
 
 
Glorfindel nodded, waiting until Nion had left 
before saying, "You will want to, Erestor. I may 
not know you as well as our years together would 
warrant. But I do know you have enjoyed this, at 
least partly. Waking up with another, knowing 
another is there to talk to and hold."
 
 
 
“I… just…” He sighed, looked at the ring in his 
hand and swallowed hard. “You will never love me 
… and I do not think I want any other to love me 
as bad as I want you to share the rest of your 
life with me… as my lover, my mate… and that… 
will never happen because it is not who you are 
and all this… was nothing more than a lie,” he 
murmured softly as a tear scrolled along his 
snow-white cheek before he ran to the dinning 
room, unable to stay any longer alone with the 
eldar.
 
 
 
Glorfindel sighed in frustration as Erestor 
whirled and ran. Slamming his fist onto the 
table, he glared at the cats, who jumped and ran. 
He hated them in that moment for being there to 
console Erestor, because perhaps... perhaps if 
they where not there Erestor would turn to him... 
perhaps if they where not there to comfort 
Erestor later, his young friend would have stayed 
to hear his own words.
 
 
 
Glorfindel had missed dinner and Erestor himself 
felt as miserable as he never thought he would. 
Entering his room hours later he sat by the fire 
seeking comfort from the cats lying curled up 
together “Yes, I know,” Erestor smiled as Ithil 
climbed into his lap, demanding for his master to 
give more food to the kitten, which Erestor did 
automatically whilst Ithil supervised. “I think 
you will end up being close then,” he smiled to 
his black cat who peered at him curiously. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel stood outside Erestor´s room for a 
long while, studying the ring on his finger, the 
other lay safely in his pocket, though it felt 
like fire against his thigh. Taking a steadying 
breath, he pushed the door open, turning to lock 
it behind him and pocket the key.
 
 
 
Erestor kept feeding the furry bundle in his hand 
with Ithil standing as a guard on his lap whilst 
curiously peering at the blond intruder and 
meowing in warning someone had entered the room. 
“It is alright, Ithil,” the dark haired elf cooed 
softly and soothingly successfully quieting the 
black cat. 
 
 
 
"You give more attention to those damned cats 
that you do anyone or anything else." Though his 
words where harsh, his tone carried none of the 
anger one would expect and he moved to the bed, 
gently putting the small creature into a basket 
before setting them by the fire.
 
 
 
Sighing softly, the dark haired elf leaned back 
on the bed, not really knowing what to say or do 
after his previous spat. What was he supposed to 
say? That he was sorry again? No, that would not 
work; he had blurted out for no reason and he 
knew he should have to explain things to 
Glorfindel but the thing was, he did not want to 
explain. “I was feeding him,” he acknowledged, 
though he had already finished his task mere 
seconds ago. 
 
 
 
"Does it looked like I care?" Glorfindel 
questioned, turning back to the bed. "No? I 
didn't think so. Now, we will get one thing clear 
between us right now. You will *never* say such a 
thing to me again and leave without my having the 
opportunity to respond. Is that understood?"
 
 
 
Snorting softly, Erestor stood from the bed and 
looked outside the window. “I do care, they 
depend on me,” he informed, annoyed with the 
other. “And do not worry about my previous words, 
it will never happen again, and I am sorry I 
upset you, it was not for you to hear.” He spoke 
clearly and coldly in order to keep the distance 
between them. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel stalked closer, gripping Erestor´s 
upper arm and whirling him around. "Do not lie to 
me Erestor. I have no need to hear your crap," he 
warned, his eyes flashing fire. "You will speak 
to me of the truth, and you will not hide behind 
the petty walls you have built around yourself."
 
 
 
“Let go of my arm,” the dark haired elf hissed 
warningly, staring into the blue eyes, whilst 
shrugging his arm free and moving to the bed. He 
got his night shirt, well aware he could not make 
a scene in his parents house and end up sleeping 
in the study or anywhere but his room. 
 
 
 
"Do not hide from me Erestor. You owe me that 
much!"
 
 
 
“What do you want me to say?!” the younger elf 
blurted, turning angrily and tiredly to face the 
other. “What do you want me to say?” he asked 
once again, though this time his voice was only 
tired and frightened. “That I have felt in love 
since the first time I saw you? Is that what you 
want to hear? Well there you are.” He smiled 
sadly, looking away with tears in his eyes. “I 
did not know until now, I thought I just 
considered you attractive but now… I can feel the 
clear pain burning in my heart and I know what it 
is… and it is asphyxiating me.” He almost choked 
with his words as his feelings overwhelmed him. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel cupped Erestor´s chin in his hand, 
turning Erestor´s face to his own. "Do not hide 
from me Erestor," he said, and for the first time 
since he came into the room that night, his words 
and actions where gentle. "I have no knowledge 
what it is to love behond that of friendship and 
the memory of family. But I do know I feel more 
than both for you."
 
 
 
The Noldor elf glanced up with teary eyes at the 
elder elf, silently pleading with Glorfindel not 
to hurt him. “I am afraid… if I dare loving you, 
I might lose you and even though I know it is the 
most likely to happen in any relationship, I know 
I will not be able to handle it…” he murmured. 
“You have seen me with my cats and my books … I 
am not strong enough as to deal with losing 
someone I love…” 
 
 
 
Gripping Erestor´s cheeks, he forced the young 
elf to look at him. "You love me. Either you 
accept that and allow me into your arms, or you 
push me away. The first you do stand a chance of 
loosing me... the second you loose me for sure."
 
 
 
“I do not want to lose you,” he whispered softly 
as he felt the tears slowly starting to scroll 
freely along his face as he pressed a hesitant 
hand to the blond elf’s chest.
 
 
 
Glorfindel pressed his lips to Erestor´s. "Take 
the risk," he whispered. "Or loose me now."
 
 
 
Slowly responding to the kiss, the younger elf 
wrapped both his arms around the other’s neck, 
whilst kissing Glorfindel gently, lovingly, as he 
parted his lips to welcome the other’s tongue to 
dance with his own as if in slow motion. 
 
 
 
Sighing softly, he tightened his arms, sliding 
his tongue deep into Erestor´s mouth, tasting 
that which had before been forbidden to him.
 
 
 
Moaning softly into the kiss, the librarian 
tightened his hold as well, preventing the other 
from separating from him, and instead bringing 
their bodies to press closer, to brush against 
each other as the kiss gained feeling and depth.  
 
 
 
"Do not," he murmured between kisses to Erestor´s 
lips, "rush pleasure. You have yet been 
untouched."
 
 
 
Parting from the kiss, the Noldor elf glanced up 
with lust darkened eyes at his lover. “You are 
right,” he purred softly, biting back the urge to 
nibble Glorfindel´s lower, swollen lip as he 
moved away the other’s arms and to the bed to 
gather his nightshirt. “I will just get ready for 
bed… father wants us to be available in the 
middle morning after all…”  
 
 
 
Glorfindel nodded, his eyes closing as he 
breathed deeply, his sex hard in his leggings, 
creating an obscene tent in the fabric and he 
silently wondered why he was not more adept at 
controlling his arousal after months of it being 
unfulfilled.
 
 
 
Nodding as well, Erestor moved to the bathroom 
and having done his night routine he returned to 
the bedroom. He absently un-plaited his hair 
idly, letting the dark braids fall slowly around 
the sides of his face and, leaving the silver 
clasps on the drawer, he headed to the bed, 
easily sliding among the soft sheets.
 
 
 
Cursing softly, Glorfindel removed his tunic and 
leggings, draping them over the back of a chair 
as he waited for Erestor to come out of the 
bathroom, knowing he needed to take care of the 
ache jutting from his body or face a restless 
night of little sleep.
 
 
 
“Are you going to stay there?” Erestor asked, 
amused, curling up to his pillow as he shifted to 
see at the other elf standing by the fire, never 
having noticed him returning to the room. 
 
 
 
"Nay," he muttered and moved into the bathroom, 
his hand circling around his flesh with a muffled 
groan, before he pushed the door closed.
 
 
 
Sighing softly, Erestor shifted in the bed and 
before he could have noticed it, he fell asleep. 
Kicking the sheets off his body, he curled up on 
his side; in the process the night shirt lifted 
slightly revealing his thighs. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel came to a silent release, feeling 
nothing truly but the ease of an ache, and wiped 
his hand across a towel before tossing it to the 
floor and moving into the bedroom, he bit back a 
curse as he saw the pale tempting flesh of 
Erestor´s thighs.
 
 
 
Feeling the other laying with him woke him a 
little, though only to shift his position and 
releasing his pillow he curled up to the strong 
body. Resting his cheek on the naked chest he 
caressed it tenderly, purring softly before 
falling asleep again, the strong emotions of the 
day having exhausted him completely. 
 
 
 
Shifting, Glorfindel slid his hand under the 
blankets, gripping the hem of Erestor´s 
nightshirt and tugging it down. The tender flesh 
of the young elf pressing against his thigh made 
him needy for another release.
 
 
 
Waking in the morning the Noldor elf found 
himself all over the naked elf sharing his bed 
and, smiling adoringly, he pushed a stray golden 
braid off Glorfindel´s face and pressing a sweet 
kiss to the parted lips, he stood up to close the 
curtains as the sun had started to make the other 
blink with annoyance. “Better?” he asked softly 
once the curtains were closed. 
 
 
 
"Nay," he groaned, feeling the tell-tale ache 
between his legs that came after a night of 
Erestor pressed close. "It has been so long I 
fear it will never be better."
 
 
 
Smirking with amusement, the dark haired elf 
climbed into the bed again, curling up close to 
his beloved, letting one of his thighs slide 
between the strong legs to press teasingly 
against the other’s groin whilst he embraced 
Glorfindel tightly and pressed a soft kiss to the 
parted lips. 
 
 
 
"Tease," he groaned softly as he leaned against 
his lover, unable to help pulling Erestor against 
him, bringing his erection into contact with 
Erestor´s.
 
 
 
His eyes fluttered with pleasure at the contact 
and he had to wonder if it would feel the same or 
even better if the fabric of his nightshirt were 
not between their bodies. It had to feel better 
he assumed, kissing lazily Glorfindel´s lips 
whilst his hands explored the blond elf’s back 
and neck slowly running his fingers along the 
smooth skin. 
 
 
 
Purring in pleasure, Glorfindel slid his hands 
down Erestor´s body, cupping the firm globes of 
his ass, pulling the delightful body close 
against his own.
 
 
 
Moaning faintly, Erestor´s hips rocked against 
Glorfindel´s body, slowly brushing their needs 
against each other as the fabric of his shirt 
wrinkled between their bodies. 
 
 
 
"Beautiful," he growled, nipping at Erestor´s 
throat.  "Soft and supple."
 
 
 
Smiling softly, the Noldor elf nibbled 
Glorfindel´s lower lip as the tender lips found 
his own once again, while pressing closer to the 
other’s body, rocking against it and letting the 
nightshirt slide between them until their 
arousals met, rocking into both the hands cupping 
his rear and the hard flesh pressing to his own, 
he arched slightly letting their chests press 
further close. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel groaned softly, his mouth laving 
attention on Erestor´s throat. "I cannot do 
this," he murmured a few moments later, his hands 
pulling Erestor´s cheeks apart. "I can't be so 
close and not take you."
 
 
 
“Then take me,” the younger elf purred to the 
pointy ear, letting the warm breath collide with 
the pinkish tip. 
 
 
 
"I thought you'd never ask," he murmured,  one 
hand rifling through Erestor´s bedside drawer, 
finding a bottle of oil normally meant for 
leather, but that would do just as well.
 
 
 
Laughing softly, the dark haired elf took 
advantage of the brief moment that his lover was 
parted from him to take the now annoying 
nightshirt off, to be as fully naked as the day 
he came to Arda. Tossing it aside he leaned back 
in the comfortable bed. “You talk as if I had not 
heart,” he teased, amused. “I would never be able 
to tease you like this and let you be after it,” 
he purred, caressing the side of Glorfindel´s 
body gently. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel nibbled at Erestor´s lips as he coated 
his fingers, his hand between Erestor´s thighs a 
moment later, fingers massaging the pink flesh. 
"Not so cruel," he purred softly. "Never so…"
 
 
 
“Never…” the dark haired elf moaned softly, 
arching into the other’s body as the eldar had 
settled almost on top of him and, cocking his 
head to the side, he offered more flesh to 
nibble, in total surrender. “Your hands, your 
lips… your touch feels so right on me…” he moaned 
brokenly.  
 
 
 
"They will feel even more so," he promised, 
sliding one finger deep inside Erestor´s body, 
stroking his passage walls as he tenderly 
stretched the young elf.
 
 
 
Whimpering quietly, the Noldor elf pushed onto 
the teasing finger, suddenly feeling it not to be 
enough, even though he was not sure if there was 
a way to feel *complete*. Perhaps those ideas 
were just in his mind, perhaps he had just 
overestimated the act of love and that sensation 
of feeling complete was only the creation of his 
always working mind… 
 
 
 
Pressing gentle, teasing kisses to Erestor´s 
chest and neck, Glorfindel slid a second finger 
inside, a third soon following it, until Erestor 
was stretched enough to take his sex.
 
 
 
Gasping, the dark haired elf opened his eyes to 
see the eldar crawling as if in slow motion over 
his slender body, both his arms wrapped almost 
automatically along the other’s back as his body 
slid on the mattress to press closer to the hard 
flesh teasing the now stretched opening of his 
body. And even though he was lost in the 
sensations, he could not help but to wonder how 
Glorfindel, who had seemed so rushed these past 
months could now be so tender and gentle with his 
caresses and touches. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel slowly slid inside the slick heat, 
feeling Erestor´s muscles clamp down on his thick 
flesh, and he leaned forward, teasing Erestor´s 
lips open with his tongue.
 
 
 
His entire body arched to Glorfindel´s as the 
hard flesh impaled him slowly, again as if in 
slow motion, a small gasp of pleasure left his 
lips as he did so, helping Glorfindel´s tongue to 
slide inside his moth for a sweet kiss. 
 
 
 
Purring softly, Glorfindel pressed his hands to 
Erestor´s thighs, guiding them around his waist, 
murmuring sweet praises as he felt Erestor´s 
ankles lock about his waist. Groaning again, he 
pulled out of his lover, slowly sinking back 
inside.
 
 
 
Moaning, Erestor arched into the blond elf’s 
body, unable to believe how good every sensation 
felt and for the first time in his life he found 
himself unable to form a coherent thought. All 
that flew through his body, mind and senses were 
the sensations of pleasure the other created for 
him, making him gasp and moan softly as he just, 
felt… 
 
 
 
Licking and sucking the pale flesh, Glorfindel 
continued to rock deep into the slender body, his 
long fingers gripping Erestor´s shaft, stroking 
him from root to tip.
 
 
 
Throwing his head back, Glorfindel yelled 
Erestor´s name, cumming deep into the slender 
body as soon as he felt the warm liquid against 
his fingers.
 
 
 
Whimpering, he pushed down on the impaling flesh, 
letting it deeper into his body as Glorfindel 
filled him. Still shivering, he embraced his 
lover tightly as the blond elf collapsed panting 
on top of him, whilst soothingly the Noldor elf 
caressed the other’s back and hair. 
 
 
 
Grunting softly with exertion he rolled onto his 
back, bringing Erestor over him, not wishing to 
crush the younger elf beneath him.
 
 
 
Sighing blissfully, Erestor pressed tender kisses 
to the other’s neck as he snuggled against the 
strong chest before he tugged the blankets over 
both their bodies. “I have never, in my entire 
life, felt like this,” he commented, but in a 
whisper as his fingers tangled in the blond hair, 
lovingly stroking it. 
 
 
 
"I should hope not," he sighed softly, stroking 
his hand over Erestor´s back, embracing him 
loosely as he relaxed.
 
 
 
Smiling, he rested his cheek on the strong 
shoulder before his eyes got distracted by the 
bright twinkle coming from Glorfindel´s hand as 
the other attempted to stroke a braid of dark 
hair of his face. Intercepting the hand on it’s 
way, he held it gently as he looked at the ring 
and then at his lover. “Why are you wearing it?” 
he asked, frowning curiously, not wanting to let 
his mind flow as quickly as it usually did, 
though he did recall having dropped his own as he 
had hurried to the dinning hall. 
 
 
 
"Because we are to be bound," he said easily, his 
hand tugging free to tuck the braid behind 
Erestor´s ear. "We cannot be without rings."
 
 
 
“Yes, but it was all a charade…” Erestor sighed 
stressfully, after he spoke with a saddened tone 
in his voice. “I think, I dropped it’s mate at 
some point when I run to the dinning hall,” he 
murmured softly, saddened both from his actions 
and the fact that he had neglected a ring that 
meant so much to him. 
 
 
 
Squeezing Erestor´s hand gently, he reached for 
the chair, dragging it over before reaching into 
his tunic pocket, pulling out the ring inside.
 
 
 
Smiling beamingly, the Noldor elf kissed 
Glorfindel´s chest softly. “I would have blamed 
myself for eternity if I had lost it.” He smiled 
shyly at the other as Glorfindel settled back. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel smiled, sliding the ring onto 
Erestor´s finger. "We would have found you 
another."
 
 
 
“These had been on my family practically since 
the beginning of Arda,” he acknowledged softly. 
“They passed from generation to generation, 
though were rarely used,” he commented, even 
though he was not very sure what was happening. 
But he shook the troubling idea off his mind. 
“What did you meant by finding me another one?” 
he asked, finally unable to hold back his 
puzzlement and confusion.  
 
 
 
Glorfindel cupped Erestor´s cheek, sliding his 
lips over the younger elf’s briefly. "I'll not 
have my mate without a ring," he murmured. "I 
would have found one you'd have loved."
 
 
 
“What do you mean?” the dark haired elf asked, 
puzzled, to the other’s lips, still feeling 
confused and not quite believing what he 
understood that Glorfindel was saying. “I… Do you 
want to bind with me?” he ended up asking before 
realising he should not have asked such a thing, 
for he was not sure if he was ready to hear it if 
the other said no.
 
 
 
Glorfindel tightened his grip around Erestor. "I 
do. First I want to sleep, then eat, then take 
you again, then I was thinking about being bound 
in the gardens you love so much."
 
 
 
Gasping in awe he looked at the ring on his 
finger then at the one on Glorfindel´s and then 
once again he locked his eyes with Glorfindel´s, 
not really believing this was happening. “Am I 
asleep?” he asked, smiling disbelievingly at the 
other. “Is this a dream?” he asked softly, 
suddenly feeling too much all at the same time 
whilst reaching to caress Glorfindel´s cheek only 
to find the face shifting slightly to kiss the 
palm of his hand. “I love you,” he whispered 
adoringly. 
 
 
 
"I love you as well," he murmured softly, 
stroking Erestor´s hair gently, pressing his lips 
to Erestor´s hair. "And to answer your questions, 
you should be and no."
 
 
 
Snorting softly in amusement, the dark haired elf 
snuggled comfortably against his lover’s chest. 
“We are not bound yet and you are already telling 
me what I have to do?” he smirked before pressing 
a kiss to Glorfindel´s neck. 
 
 
 
"Haven’t I always told you what you have to do?"
 
 
 
“I do remembering you wanting me to tell my 
father the truth, but if I had done as you 
suggested we might not be in the situation we are 
now.” He sighed, playing idly with a blond lock 
of hair. “I would have not have had you sleeping 
in my old bed, we would have not made love and I 
would not be cuddled as close as I am to you 
now.” He smiled, closing his eyes blissfully. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel smiled, drawing his hands down his 
lover's body. "I still think you should tell 
them."
 
 
 
“I told them last night,” he murmured. “Well, I 
told my mother and she was going to talk to my 
father. I do not seem able to hide anything from 
her.” He sighed softly, closing his eyes. The 
fact that he had not been able to stop sniffling 
and looking miserable for the entire dinner had 
not helped keep his secret a secret either. 
 
 
 
"Ah, so that is what she meant," Glorfindel 
murmured thoughtfully, tracing absent patterns on 
Erestor´s arm with his fingertips.
 
 
 
“What? Who meant?” Erestor asked softly smiling 
to the soft fingers playing in his arm awfully 
soothingly. 
 
 
 
"Your mother. She gave me these rings to give to 
you 'in whatever way I want'," he sighed. "I did 
not understand it at the time...but I do now that 
I know you've told her."
 
 
 
“But, you had the rings before I talked to her…” 
he murmured softly, glancing up. “I told her 
after dinner, after you have showed them to me,” 
he explained, looking at his lover. 
 
 
 
"Are you sure you did not mean a dinner 
previously?"
 
 
 
Erestor nodded slowly. "She does puzzling things 
sometimes though, when I was little she appeared 
with a new book I had been trying to read and was 
not allowed to before I could even mentioned it 
to her or anybody." 
 
 
 
"I take it she knows you better than anyone," he 
said softly, drawing Erestor´s lips to his for 
another kiss.
 
 
 
Purring softly, Erestor moved unconscionably in 
the embrace, causing his muscles to clench 
slightly around the now flaccid flesh still 
within his body. “We were very close,” he nodded 
slowly, still brushing his lips to Glorfindel´s.
 
 
 
"Do not," he murmured, feeling his cock twitch 
inside Erestor at the tightening of his muscles. 
"You will be sore."
 
 
 
“Again?” the younger elf pleaded, pouting a 
little before he kissed his lover teasingly once 
again. “Please?” he asked, almost batting his 
eyelashes at his lover before he moved his lips 
to Glorfindel´s neck to spread butterfly kisses 
along it. 
 
 
 
"No." he said softly, though his will was 
weakening with each and every kiss, his shaft 
stirring and filling with lustful blood inside 
the young elf.
 
 
 
“Please…” Erestor whispered teasingly to the wet 
patch of skin he had previously lapped, whilst 
his hips rocked slowly, encouraging the hard 
flesh to harden even more. 
 
 
 
"No," Glorfindel gasped, his hips giving a gentle 
thrust into the hot body, feeling the tingle 
throughout his entire being.
 
 
 
Moaning softly at the small thrust, the Noldor 
elf rocked his hips more confidently as his eyes 
closed with pleasure at feeling his lover so deep 
and hard inside him. “You felt so good in me. I 
need to feel you again,” he purred pleadingly, 
nibbling the pale neck and ear. “Take me again” 
he whispered to the wet tip. 
 
 
 
"Nay." he groaned, starting to thrust steadily 
into the slender body, his hands sliding over the 
firm back. “You will be sore."
 
 
 
“Does it look like I care?” Erestor asked, 
teasing his lover with his own previous words, 
rocking steadily, feeling his own erection harden 
with each move. Growling softly, he sat on 
Glorfindel´s lap and, pressing both his hands on 
the eldar´s chest, he rocked steadily, clenching 
around the other’s flesh as his own body arched 
in pleasure, letting the black hair cascade 
fluidly along his sweaty back. 
 
 
 
Glorfindel groaned softly, one hand wrapping 
around Erestor´s cock, the other sliding lightly 
over his chest, gently pinching the pale nipples. 
"Aye, it does."
 
 
 
His lips parted to left out a small whimper both 
of pleasure and pain as the blond elf’s fingers 
pinched and twisted his nipples lightly. 
Thrusting both into the hand and against the 
impaling hard flesh, the moves of his hips 
quickened as well as the muscles of the tight 
passage clenched even more tightly along the 
other’s shaft. “So good,” he panted. 
 
 
 
Sliding his hand from Erestor´s nipple to the 
younger elf's neck, he pulled Erestor down for a 
hard kiss, his tongue swirling eagerly through 
the hot mouth as he thrust harder and faster into 
the sweet little body.
 
 
 
Kissing his lover greedily, Erestor came for a 
second time into the expert hand as his body 
rocked eagerly on the hard flesh taking him hard 
and deep and, whimpering his lover’s name, he 
spilled himself, shivering hard and moaning the 
blond elf’s name into the kiss.  
 
 
 
Purring sweetly, Glorfindel came deep into 
Erestor´s body, his seed splashing hotly against 
the spasming walls.
 
 
 
Sighing delightfully, the dark haired elf curled 
up tiredly with his lover embracing him tightly 
and adoringly, whilst nuzzling tenderly 
Glorfindel´s cheek before pressing a soft kiss 
and resting his head on the strong shoulder as he 
waited for his breathing to normalize. “I never, 
thought something so good could be born out of a 
lie,” he commented exhaustedly, feeling his 
entire body relax. 
 
 
 
The End.
 
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