Title: Courting an Elf Part 20 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrohir/Lothvaen Rating: R Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel talk, raising some old fears for the advisor. Genre: Romance Warnings: Some angst in this one Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Word count: 444 Beta(s): Aglarien Author’s note: The prompts used were 5 Jan 2007 – ‘toes’; 6 Jan 2007 – ‘undone’; 7 Jan 2007 – ‘ring’; 8 Jan 2007 – ‘cry’; 4 Feb 2007 – ‘sour’ ************************ “They are at it again.” Erestor’s voice was filled with annoyance. “I take it you speak of Elrohir and Lothvaen?” Glorfindel’s voice, in contrast, was filled with amusement. “Your rooms are not next to theirs!” Erestor hissed. “You do not hear what those two get up to most nights.” “Actually, I think I have a fairly good idea. There is more to our scribe than meets the eye.” The look on Erestor’s face was so sour it could curdle milk. “And how would you know, pray tell?” “I observe, Erestor. Part of my warrior’s training, remember? Nor does it take much to guess how marks around the wrists appear, or why one sits gingerly on a chair.” Erestor’s toes curled slightly, as if in pain. “You approve of this?” “Approve? It has nothing to do with me. This is something between Elrohir and Lothvaen. If Lothvaen chooses – and enjoys – being tied up or spanked or whatever it may be, then it is not up to us to say otherwise. And obviously Elrohir has no objection in indulging his lover.” Glorfindel shifted slightly so he could look at Erestor more clearly, and realisation hit. “It disturbs you.” Erestor nodded. “It was something Gil-galad enjoyed doing with me, but I hated it. Hated it!” The advisor’s voice trembled; whether it was from anger or fear, Glorfindel could not tell. “I did not like being so helpless, tied to the bed, being at his mercy.” A sudden cry from the next room made Erestor flinch. “What else would he do?” Glorfindel asked quietly. “He would sometimes place a ring around the base of my member, so that when I was hard I could not come. It would cut into me…I almost became undone from the pain. And when he finally did remove the ring…the agony of being hard for so long…I more often than not blacked out after I was finally able to spill my seed.” “Why did you let him do this to you if you so obviously did not enjoy it?” Glorfindel asked disbelievingly. “Because I loved him and, because I did, I let him do to me what he wanted.” “And do you think I would do this to you?” “I truly do not know.” Inwardly cursing Gil-galad, Glorfindel took his lover’s face between his hands. “Then listen well, melethen. I would *never* do anything to you that you did not want me to do. I will not tie you to the bed; I will not make you endure any pain or suffering. You have nothing to fear from me.” Erestor gazed steadily at Glorfindel as he spoke. “I believe you,” he said quietly. ************************ Elvish translations: meleth – love *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Title: Courting an Elf Part 21 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Legolas/Lindir Rating: PG Summary: Legolas surprises Elrond. Genre: Romance Warnings: None Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Word count: 392 Beta(s): Aglarien Author’s note: The prompts used were 10 Jan 2007 – ‘deliver’; 12 Jan 2007 – ‘apart’; 8 Apr 2007 – ‘private’; 10 Apr 2007 – ‘Greenleaf’; 25 Apr 2007 – ‘joy’; 28 Apr 2007 – ‘lifetime’ ************************ “Lord Elrond?” The Lord of Imladris raised his head and smiled at the figure hovering in the doorway. “What can I do for you, Legolas Greenleaf?” he asked kindly. Legolas approached Elrond’s desk. “Could you arrange for a messenger to deliver this to my father?” The prince held a folded and sealed piece of parchment in his hand, which he now lay down in front of the elven lord. “Of course.” Laying down his quill, Elrond gestured for Legolas to sit. “You miss your father.” It was a statement rather than a question. “Yes, I do. It is always difficult when we are apart, for since my Naneth died we have grown closer still.” “But I believe a certain minstrel is making your stay here a little more pleasant,” Elrond said slyly. Legolas blushed. “He is a joy to be with,” he finally mumbled. “I care for him a great deal.” “I am sure he returns the sentiments, pen-neth.” If anything, Legolas blushed an even deeper red, and Elrond laughed. “No need to be embarrassed, Legolas. Everyone here sees how it is between the two of you, and they share your joy.” “Because they do not see it in Erestor and Glorfindel.” Elrond was not surprised at Legolas’ words, for it echoed what was being said by virtually all in Imladris. “Erestor is an extremely private elf,” he began carefully. “He is not as likely to show his emotions for others to see.” “But Glorfindel will break through his reserve, will he not?” “I believe he will, eventually, though it may take a lifetime for him to do so,” Elrond responded wryly. “Erestor will not make it easy for him.” “I think, if anything, Erestor makes things difficult for himself,” Legolas said gravely. “I do not know of his history, but I can not help but think that it is something from his past that holds him back.” A glance at the surprised look on Elrond’s face made him smile briefly. “I am right, am I not?” “You are right, pen-neth. However, though there is much I know about our advisor, I suspect there are some things that still remain hidden. I can only hope that Erestor will eventually be able to lay his demons to rest and enjoy what he has with Glorfindel.” “In other words, one can only wait.” “Indeed.” ************************ Elvish translations: Naneth – mother pen-neth – young one *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Title: Courting an Elf Part 22 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel Rating: NC17 Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel finally do the deed. Genre: Romance Warnings: Definitely some elf-smut going on… Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Word count: 994 Beta(s): Aglarien Author’s note: The prompts used were 11 Jan 2007 – ‘descent’; 15 Jan 2007 – ‘delicious’; 19 Jan 2007 – ‘pulse’; 23 Jan 2007 – ‘shout’; 1 Feb 2007 – ‘cream’; 12 Feb 2007 – ‘suck’; 18 Mar 2007 – ‘glow/glowing’; 3 Apr 2007 – ‘embers’; 14 Mar 2007 – ‘colour/colours/ colourful’; 18 Apr 2007 – ‘sensual’; 20 Apr 2007 – ‘seduction’; 22 May 2007 – ‘hot’ ************************ “Mmm…delicious…” Erestor’s eyes closed blissfully as he finished off the rest of the strawberry. Glorfindel shook his head in resignation. If there was one weakness that Erestor would admit to, it was his love for strawberries and, if there was cream to go with them, all the better. But there was something about Erestor eating those strawberries that set Glorfindel’s pulse racing. The way he bit into the juicy flesh, the way he licked his lips…it was pure seduction on Erestor’s part. The advisor gazed at Glorfindel with half-closed eyes. “Is something the matter?” he asked, his voice a throaty purr. Heat stole through Glorfindel, and he shuddered. “It is…getting a little hot in here,” he murmured, though the fire had long since died down, the glowing embers showing only a hint of colour. He nearly groaned as he watched Erestor suck off the remaining cream that was on his finger, his mind suddenly filled of another vision – that of Erestor sucking his now very hard member. Erestor seemed to sense what was going through Glorfindel’s mind. Standing up, he began to remove his clothing, his eyes never leaving the seneschal’s face. Glorfindel, meanwhile, could only stare in rapt fascination as Erestor’s body was slowly revealed, his hands unconsciously gripping the arms on his chair. Once Erestor had undressed, Glorfindel rose from his chair and approached the dark-haired elf. “Why do you do this?” he asked hoarsely. There was some trepidation in Erestor’s eyes as he replied, “I want you to make love to me, melethen. I want to know what it is like under your hands.” He shivered slightly as Glorfindel’s hands lightly brushed his arms. “Are you sure you want this?” Erestor nodded. “More than sure. Make love to me…please.” Stepping away slightly, Glorfindel began to remove his clothing, but with more haste than Erestor. When he was naked, he took Erestor’s hand and began leading him to the bed. “You know I will be gentle with you,” he said, as he helped Erestor to lie down. “I will not do anything to you that will cause you pain.” “I know,” Erestor whispered. “There is some oil within the drawer.” Glorfindel gazed at Erestor for a moment longer before leaning towards the nearby table and taking out the vial of oil. The scent of lavender and sandalwood hit his nostrils as he opened it and poured some of the liquid onto his fingers. All the while Erestor watched him, trying to relax and to not show his fear. No other elf had taken him since Gil-galad and he could not help feeling a little afraid. “I love you,” Glorfindel whispered, one hand gently rubbing Erestor’s chest as its oil-slicked counterpart moved to the puckered opening. “I love you, too,” Erestor responded, then gasped slightly as he felt one finger breach him. Glorfindel did not move, allowing the advisor the chance to adjust to the intrusion. He knew instinctively there had been no other since Gil-galad’s death. And from what Erestor had told him, love-making with the king had not necessarily been pleasant. So he watched his lover’s reaction carefully, soothing him with nonsensical words and gentle touches till he felt Erestor was able to take more. A second finger joined the first, and Glorfindel began to gently scissor his fingers. He smiled when he saw the look of wonder on Erestor’s face; clearly it had never been like this for him with Gil-galad. “More?” he asked softly. Erestor nodded. “Please,” he whispered, his voice husky. Glorfindel added a third finger, and then probed carefully, feeling for the small nub that would only give pleasure. He knew he had found it when Erestor gave a shout. “Do that again!” he pleaded, and Glorfindel grinned. Soon Erestor was writhing and whimpering, his shaft leaking copiously. “Please, melethen,” he begged, “take me, please!” The seneschal removed his fingers, eliciting a small whimper of protest from Erestor as he felt their loss. The advisor watched with half-closed eyes as Glorfindel slicked his erection with some of the oil, then spread his legs wider to accommodate the larger elf. When he felt the blunt head of Glorfindel’s shaft breach him, his breath hitched slightly, but he made himself stay relaxed. Glorfindel eased himself in gradually, his eyes searching Erestor’s face for any discomfort. It was only when he was fully sheathed that he stopped, overwhelmed. They fit together perfectly, and the knowledge almost brought tears to the warrior’s eyes. He began to move, his eyes taking in the gamut of emotions that flitted across Erestor’s face before it finally settled into one of bliss. Punctuated by pleas of ‘more’, ‘harder’, ‘faster’, Glorfindel’s movements steadily became quicker until he was literally pounding into his lover. Erestor’s legs had by then wrapped themselves around his waist, drawing him in further. Then, with a hoarse scream, Erestor erupted, his seed spilling copiously upon his stomach and chest, his breathing ragged. To Glorfindel, nothing looked more sensual than the sight of Erestor in the throes of passion. The fact that he had brought Erestor to this state brought a sense of satisfaction as well. In his eyes, it would only confirm to his lover that the warrior was nothing like Gil-galad. With a groan, he emptied himself into Erestor, barely managing to keep himself from dropping onto his lover. Both stared at each other, trying to regulate their breathing. With a sigh, Glorfindel moved away to drop down next to Erestor, then gathered the other elf into his arms. “Are you all right?” he asked. “Mmm…more than all right,” Erestor said, snuggling closer. “That was…incredible…” Glorfindel smiled. “It was not only incredible, it perfect.” “Tired.” “Then sleep, melethen. I shall keep watch over you.” “I know.” Erestor yawned. “Your ‘sword’ most certainly fits well into my ‘sheath’,” he murmured drowsily, his head tucked underneath Glorfindel’s chin. A rumble of laughter followed his remark, and Erestor smiled as he sank into reverie. ************************ Elvish translations: melethen – my love *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Title: Courting an Elf Part 23 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel Rating: PG Summary: ‘Tis the morning after… Genre: Romance Warnings: Does bad attempt at humour count? Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Word count: 614 Beta(s): Aglarien Author’s note: The prompts used were 17 Apr 2007 – ‘meeting’; 18 May 2007 – ‘cliff’; 23 May 2007 – ‘annoy’; 5 June 2007 – ‘silent/silence’ ************************ Erestor stirred in Glorfindel’s arms, then opened his eyes. Drawing away slightly, he saw that Glorfindel was looking at him, a smile on his face. “Maer aur, ervainen vorn,” the seneschal said softly. “How do you feel?” The advisor smiled in return. “Good, but I would feel much better if you would kiss me.” Glorfindel’s eyebrow rose. “Indeed. I suppose that could be arranged,” he said, then proceeded to kiss his lover thoroughly. “Satisfied?” Glorfindel asked as they finally broke apart. “Mmm…most definitely,” Erestor murmured. Then his eyes snapped open. “What time is it?” Glorfindel looked out the window. “Morning?” he said helpfully. “I can see that it is morning.” Erestor’s reply was acerbic. “But we are both late!” “Late for what,” Glorfindel asked, puzzled, raising himself on his elbows to watch his lover gathering his clothes. Erestor paused for a moment. “I am supposed to be in a meeting with Elrond as we speak. And are you not supposed to be on patrol?” “No. And the meeting has been deferred.” The advisor, in the process of putting on his leggings, stopped. “Excuse me?” “Elrond gave us both the morning off. So there is no need for you to worry.” Erestor stared. “Why did not tell me this earlier?!” Glorfindel smiled. “We were a little…busy, remember?” The advisor blushed. “So we were,” he murmured. There was silence for a brief moment before Erestor asked, “Why?” “Why, what?” “Why did Elrond give us the morning off?” “Oh.” “Oh?” Glorfindel flushed slightly. “I…um…told Elrond that…that I…that is we…” “Do you do this deliberately to annoy me?” The seneschal looked affronted. “Annoy you? Annoy you with what?” “Your inability to string together a coherent sentence that someone would have no difficulty in understanding.” “No…at least I do not think so.” “You. Do. Not. Think. So.” Each word was pronounced with careful precision, making Glorfindel wince. “I do not set out to deliberately annoy you, Erestor,” Glorfindel said quietly. “I am sorry if it appears that way. You sometimes do not make it easy when you glare at me so.” Erestor decided to let that pass. “What did you tell Elrond?” he asked, though he was beginning to get an idea as to what it might be. “I told him that I was going to talk to you.” The advisor gazed at the other elf in exasperation. “That was all you told him?” “Aye. But it was his suggestion that I actually take you to bed. Not that I did not want to do that anyway,” Glorfindel added hastily as he saw the look of disbelief on Erestor’s face. “More specifically, he said I should ‘ravage you senseless’.” Erestor gave a strangled sound as he dropped his clothes onto a nearby chair. “Did I succeed?” The advisor stared. “Succeed with what!” “Ravaging you senseless, of course. By the way, you do realise your leggings are pooled about your ankles. You may wish to take them off before you try and walk anywhere.” Glorfindel’s tone was matter of fact. Erestor rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Let me try and understand this clearly. You told Elrond you were going to talk to me, and he suggested that you take me to bed and ravage me senseless, which you were more than likely going to do anyway. Have I missed something?” “No,” Glorfindel said cheerfully. “I think you have summed it up rather nicely.” “Thank you,” Erestor responded dryly as he bent down to remove the offending garment. Straightening, he looked Glorfindel directly in the eye. “Do me a favour.” “What would that be,” Glorfindel asked, puzzled. “Remind me to throw Elrond off a cliff,” Erestor said as he crawled back into bed. ************************ Elvish translations: ervainen vorn – my dark beautiful one maer aur – good morning *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Title: Courting an Elf Part 24 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrohir/Lothvaen Rating: PG Summary: Elrohir and Lothvaen talk. Genre: Romance Warnings: None Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Word count: 390 Beta(s): Aglarien Author’s note: The prompts used were 18 Jan 2007 – ‘queen’; 20 Jan 2007 – ‘brilliant’; 16 Feb 2007 – ‘yell’; 11 May 2007 – ‘affection’; 4 June 2007 – ‘cream/creamy’; 17 June 2007 – ‘spank’ ************************ “No, Lothvaen,” Elrohir said wearily. “I do not think your idea brilliant at all.” He looked at the pouting scribe, wishing not for the first time he could have just a normal relationship that did not involve various bits of…paraphernalia. “Does that mean you do not want to spank me either?” Lothvaen asked in a small voice. “Not all the time, no,” Elrohir responded, not wanting to disappoint his lover entirely. Noticing the look of frustration on the scribe’s face, he added, “And, please, do not start with the drama queen act. You may enjoy being tied up, spanked, or whatever, but I do not feel comfortable with it. I am prepared to indulge you occasionally, but not every single time!” “Fine!” “Shh…do not yell so!” Elrohir exhorted. “Do you not love me?” Elrohir stared. “Are you trying to manipulate me?” he asked suspiciously. “No,” Lothvaen replied, his look one of complete innocence, but there was a hint of colour on his otherwise creamy skin. Elrohir shook his head in resignation, a rueful smile on his lips. Never could it be said that life with Lothvaen could ever be dull and boring, but there were times when the scribe tried his patience. “All I want,” he began, “is just to be able to make love to you. No ties, no spanking, no collars, chains or whatever else your crazy little heart desires. Just you, nothing else. I have indulged you, melethen, countless times. Is it not time you returned the favour and indulged me?” Looking at Lothvaen, Elrohir was surprised and a little chagrined as seeing the sheen of tears in his lover’s eyes. “Diheno nin,” Lothvaen whispered. “I never knew…” Elrohir gathered his lover into arms. “’Tis all right, melethen. Mayhap we should have spoken earlier about this. But at least it is now in the open, hmm?” Lothvaen nodded. “Do you love me?” he suddenly asked, his gaze earnest. The younger Peredhel took a deep breath. “I care for you a great deal, Lothvaen,” he replied. “But ‘care’ is not the same as ‘love’. It implies affection, nothing more.” The scribe pulled away, his gaze never leaving Elrohir’s face. “I love you,” he said quietly. “Mayhap one day you will more than just care for me.” Elrohir could only stand in stunned silence as he watched the scribe leave the room. ************************ Elvish translations: diheno nin – forgive me melethen – my love Peredhel – half elf *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Title: Courting an Elf Part 25 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel Rating: PG Summary: A question is asked. Genre: Romance Warnings: None Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Word count: 345 Beta(s): Aglarien Author’s note: The prompts used were 22 Jan 2007 – ‘snack’; 24 Jan 2007 – ‘announcement’; 27 Jan 2007 – ‘excitement’; 2 May 2007 – ‘impatient’; 24 May 2007 – ‘aggravate’; 1 June 2007 – ‘soothe/soothing’ ************************ “What are you doing?” Popping another sweetmeat into his mouth, Glorfindel looked at Erestor in puzzlement. “Having a snack, of course,” he replied after swallowing. Erestor shook his head. “I can not for the life of me work out where you put all that food. I am surprised you are not any larger.” “Mayhap the fact that I do a lot of training may have something to do with that,” Glorfindel responded dryly. “Plus, I rather like these sweetmeats.” “So I have noticed.” “When shall we make our announcement?” “Announcement for what?” “Our bethrothal.” “Impatient, are we?” “No more than usual, melethen,” Glorfindel said blithely. “How very true,” Erestor muttered. Choosing to ignore the advisor’s last remark, Glorfindel continued, “Just imagine the excitement when we announce it, Erestor. Elrond will be beside himself trying to organise it, Lindir will be doing cartwheels in his attempts to write the perfect music…” “Yes, yes, yes,” the advisor snapped. “You are rather testy today.” “I am, and you are only trying to aggravate me even further.” Glorfindel took his lover into his arms, his hand gently rubbing up and down Erestor’s back in an attempt to soothe him. “I do not mean to aggravate you.” “Or annoy me, or anything else,” Erestor retorted sharply. “I can not help but love you, though.” The seneschal’s voice was quiet. “I know, and I am glad.” The dark-haired elf’s voice had lost its edge, and he snuggled deeper into Glorfindel’s embrace. “Shall we make the announcement tonight?” “Glorfindel, you have not yet asked me.” “Asked you?” “Aye, asked me.” “Asked you what?” Erestor sighed. “What one normally asks after one has been courting: Will you bind with me?” “Of course I will bind with you, ervainen vorn.” The advisor wanted to hit his head against a wall. “You were supposed to ask me that.” “But you asked me instead, and I accepted.” Glorfindel smiled down at the elf in his arms. “Shall we announce our betrothal tonight?” Shaking his head in resignation, Erestor could only reply with the most obvious answer. “Yes.” ************************ Elvish translations: ervainen vorn – my dark beautiful one *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* TBC in ‘Betrothal to an Elf’