Title: Erestor’s Gift (1-4/20) 
Author: Aglarien   (agie@aglarien.com)
Type: FPS 
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/??? 
Rating: NC-17 
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine.  The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything.  
I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them. 
Warning:  None, except for fluff. 
Summary:  Erestor is sure Glorfindel forgot his begetting day, and Elrond 
meddles.
Author’s Note:  Not a part of my usual Erestor/Glorfindel universe.



*~*~*~*~*
Chapter One


Erestor awoke with a smile on his face.  It was his begetting day.  Elrond, the 
twins, Lindir and Melpomaen always got him clever and practical gifts, but the 
one he looked forward to the most was Glorfindel’s.  One year Glorfindel had a 
beautiful broach made for his friend.  Other years it was an elegant robe, or a 
picture he had painted himself that now graced Erestor’s chamber walls, or a 
figurine of Glorfindel and his Asfaloth that the warrior had carved himself and 
now sat in a special spot on the councilor’s desk.  

Erestor had loved the golden warrior for centuries, ever since he had first seen 
him.  They were the closest of friends, and even if Glorfindel wasn’t aware of 
Erestor’s feelings, his gifts always made the councilor feel that he was very 
special to his secret love.

Bounding out of bed, Erestor hurriedly bathed and dressed, then brushed his long 
ebony hair until it shone, leaving it flowing loose.  Taking one last look in his 
mirror, he headed for the dining hall for breakfast.

Erestor entered the hall to calls of  “Happy Begetting Day, Master Erestor,” and 
smiled his thanks as he walked to Elrond’s table.  Elrond, the twins, Lindir and 
Melpomaen rose from their chairs to greet him.  

“Happy begetting day, my dear friend,” Elrond said, giving Erestor a hearty 
embrace.  

“Thank you, Elrond,” Erestor smiled.  “Is Glorfindel not here yet this morning?  It 
is not like him to be late.”

“I am sorry, Erestor, but Glorfindel had to leave to check on a situation on the 
border.  Hopefully, he will be back tonight.”  

The twins, Lindir and Mel joined in welcoming Erestor and wishing him a joyous 
day.  “Come, Erestor, open your gifts!” Elrohir said.  

Erestor sat down in his place and looked at all the colorfully wrapped presents, 
wishing one of them was from Glorfindel.  Remembering other years when 
Glorfindel had to leave early, and had left his present, and more importantly a 
note, in his office, Erestor brightened.  That was it….his present from Glorfindel 
would be in his office.  Immediately happier, he asked, “Which one shall I open 
first?”

“Open mine first, Erestor,” Melpomaen said, handing Erestor a flat package 
shaped like a book.  

Erestor smiled at his friend, carefully untied the silk ribbon, and removed the 
fabric wrapping.  It was indeed a book, but a book of leather bound blank 
parchment.  “How did you know I needed a new journal, Mel?  Oh, this is lovely.  
Thank you.”

The twins gifted Erestor with a lovely new set of quills.  There was a collection of 
ancient poetry from Elrond, and a beautiful hairclip from Lindir.  

After breakfast, Erestor hurried to his office carrying his gifts.  Setting them 
down, he scanned his office for Glorfindel’s gift.  But there was nothing.  No 
note, no present.  The smile left Erestor’s face, and he wondered if Glorfindel had 
forgotten his begetting day.  He put his new gifts away, then turned to his work to 
take his mind off of his disappointment.

All day long the usually kind and even-tempered Councilor was rude and cranky.  
He barked at the poor serving elleth who brought him his lunch, yelled at a scribe 
for making an error on an inventory sheet, hollered at librarian who didn’t find a 
book he needed quickly enough, and even jumped on Elrond when the Lord of 
Imladris asked him for the status of a report.

“I am sorry, Elrond.  I did not mean that.  I fear I owe many others an apology as 
well.  I am not myself today,” Erestor said.

“So I have noticed.  What ails you, my friend?  This is not like you,” Elrond 
replied, taking a seat across from his friend.

Erestor sighed and leaned back in his chair.  “I…I think he forgot today is my 
begetting day.  Always before when he was away, I found a note and a gift from 
him in my office, or someone delivered them to me.  This time there is nothing.”  
In a voice so quiet that Elrond had to listen carefully to hear it, he said, “It is not 
the gift.  You know that.  It is…..that he cares enough to remember.  It is the one 
day that I feel like I mean something special to him.  The one day when I feel that 
I am more than just his good friend.”   A lone tear left a wet trail as it rolled down 
a pale cheek.  

“When will you tell him how you feel, Erestor?  For too long have I witnessed 
your love for him.  He is the one who should know, not I, my friend.  When will 
you tell him?”

“Never.  I could not bear it if he rejected me.  You know I cannot risk that, 
Elrond.  I love him too much to risk it.  If he rejected me, I fear it would be the 
end of me,” Erestor whispered sadly.

“I know he did not forget, Erestor.  He and I spoke of your begetting day just a 
few days ago.  He probably just did not have time to do anything about before he 
had to leave this morning.  I am sure all will be well when he returns.”  Elrond 
rose and moved around the desk to place a hand on Erestor’s shoulder.  “Come, 
now.  This is not a day for sadness, my friend.  Where has my strong Chief 
Councilor gone today?”

Erestor managed a weak smile.  “I fear he left for a while to wallow in self-pity, 
Elrond.  But he is back now.”

“Good.  Now I want you to find those you need to apologize to, and then take the 
rest of the day off.  I will be leaving for a few hours to take care of a personal 
matter.”

“But what of the rest of today’s work?”

“There is nothing more than cannot wait, my friend.  We will finish it tomorrow.”

After thanking Elrond, Erestor went off to make his apologizes.  Once that was 
done, he retired to his room for a soothing bath, then took a book out into the 
gardens to spend the rest of the afternoon reading.

Meanwhile, Elrond had changed into leggings and tunic for riding, told his sons 
where he was going, and left for the guard post that Glorfindel would pass on his 
way back home.  He had had enough of a sorrowing Erestor.  Especially since he 
believed that the object of his affections harbored similar feelings.  His two best 
friends were just too stubborn to do anything about it themselves.

As Elrond approached the guard post, which consisted of a small cabin used for 
resting and preparing meals for the twenty or so guards, the post commander 
hailed him.  “Lord Elrond, is anything amiss?”

“Nothing is wrong, Thoron,” he answered.  “I simply want to speak with 
Glorfindel when he returns, and felt like some exercise.  May I wait with you and 
your men?”  

“Of course, my Lord.  Come into the post.  I have just prepared some fresh tea.”

As Elrond dismounted, he nodded his thanks to the guard who took his horse and 
joined Thoron.  The two chatted over tea until one of the guards shouted that 
Glorfindel’s patrol was returning.  

“Thoron, would you mind if I spoke to Glorfindel alone?” Elrond asked.

“Of course, my Lord.  The post is at your disposal.  I will ask Lord Glorfindel to 
join you here.”  Thoron bowed gracefully to his lord, and left the cabin.

Minutes later, Glorfindel entered with a worried look on his face.  “Elrond?  What 
is wrong?”

“Come and sit with me, my friend.  I wish to speak with you about something.” 
Elrond said.

Glorfindel sat across the table from Elrond.  “What is it?”

Elrond had thought all afternoon about how he would approach the subject, but 
now found himself nearly struggling to find the right words.  He had to be careful 
if he was not to make the matter worse.  “Glorfindel, what are your feelings for 
Erestor?” he finally asked.

“Erestor?  He is a dear friend.  My best friend, along with you.  But you know 
this.”

“Yes, I do.  But that is your relationship with Erestor.  What are your feelings for 
him?”

Glorfindel looked at Elrond and hesitated.  “He is my friend.  I enjoy his 
company.  I respect his knowledge, and his quick wit.  He has a wonderful sense 
of humor, and is one of the kindest elves I know.”

Elrond shook his head.  “Glorfindel, look at me.”  His tone and countenance were 
serious.  “Tell me the truth this time.  What do you feel for Erestor?”

Glorfindel looked at Elrond.  He understood full well what Elrond was asking, but 
did not understand why.  Elrond was his Lord.  He could not refuse to answer 
him.  But he was also his friend.  “Can you tell me why you want to know, 
Elrond?”

“No.  I simply need you to trust me in this.  I promise I will respect your privacy 
and I will reveal your answer to no one.  But I must know.  What do you feel for 
Erestor?”

Glorfindel looked down at the table for a long moment, then raised his eyes to 
Elrond and began to speak in a strained whisper.  “Never have I said these words 
aloud before, Elrond.  I love him.  I have always loved him.  I would gladly give 
my life for him, but I would much rather live the rest of my life beside him.  He 
has held my heart from the first day I met him.” 

“Oh, thank the Valar,” Elrond breathed.  “I suspected as much.  Now, what do 
you plan to do about it?”

“I will do nothing, Elrond.  Erestor has never hinted that he has more affection for 
me than for a dear friend.  I will not destroy what we have.  If he were to reject 
me, I fear I should be the guest of Mandos once again.”

“Hmm.  That answer, I fear, is not acceptable, Glorfindel.”

“Elrond, you promised to tell no one.  It is my decision.”  Glorfindel rose and 
stood defiantly before his Lord.

“Yes, well, thank the Valar I made no such promise to Erestor.  Sit down, 
Glorfindel.  I have something to tell you, and then we have plans to make.”

~~~*~~~
Elrond accompanied Glorfindel and his patrol back home.  And as he rode, he 
thought of his own secret love.  One he had loved for many years, who had crept 
quietly into his life and now consumed his dreams and many of his waking 
moments.  Celebrian had sailed hundreds of years ago.  Knowing that Elrond had 
to stay in Middle-earth, she had released him from his vows and told him to seek 
out a new love.  Speaking to Glorfindel had made him finally admit to himself 
how much he wanted love and companionship again.  Perhaps he should make his 
own plans for tonight.  Perhaps it was time to take the risk for a chance of 
happiness.  He smiled as plans of his own began to form in his mind.


*~*~*~*~*
Chapter Two


Erestor sat under the tree, back against the trunk, legs stretched out, the book he 
was reading clutched in his hands, and slept peacefully.  Glorfindel knelt beside 
his friend, just gazing upon Erestor and thinking how beautiful he was.  He hated 
to wake him, but everything was ready.  He and Elrond had been pleased to find 
the councilor soundly sleeping.  It gave them plenty of time for Glorfindel to 
bathe and change his clothes while Elrond ordered their dinner and the twins 
helped get everything else ready.  

Glorfindel took the book from Erestor’s hands and set it aside, then took the slim, 
smaller hands into his own rougher ones.  “Erestor, wake up, dear friend,” he said 
softly.

Erestor mumbled as his eyes slowly regained focus, and he looked up into 
Glorfindel’s smiling face.  A smile slowly lit his features.  “Glorfindel.  You are 
back,” he whispered.

The warrior looked into the dark eyes, and what he saw there took his breath 
away.  Erestor did love him.  Why had he never seen before?  “I could not miss 
your begetting day.  Happy begetting day, my dear Erestor,” Glorfindel said 
quietly, then placed a chaste kiss on the councilor’s brow.  “Will you dine with 
me tonight, Erestor?  In my rooms?  Everything is waiting for us.”

“I would like that very much, Glorfindel,” Erestor smiled.  All was right in his 
world again.  It was his begetting day, and his dear friend, his secret love, was 
beside him again.  Glorfindel’s glow was so bright he could spend the rest of his 
life basking in it.  

“Then come, my friend,” Glorfindel said as he pulled Erestor up and handed him 
his book.  Erestor brushed leaves and grass off his robes, and Glorfindel chuckled 
as he picked a few stray leaves out of Erestor’s hair.  

“Would you mind if I stopped in my rooms to change first, Glorfindel?  Else I 
will traipse the garden into your rooms,” Erestor said.  Glorfindel was dressed in 
tight fitting black leggings and a silky pale blue tunic, open several inches at the 
neck, and Erestor wanted to change into something less formal than his robes.

“Of course not.  Just hurry before dinner gets cold,” Glorfindel answered as they 
walked the short way into the house. 

Leaving Erestor at his door, Glorfindel entered his rooms, located right next to the 
councilor’s, and quickly lit the candles arranged around the room.  The fire blazed 
invitingly in the hearth and cast a rosy glow around the room. Fur rugs and 
pillows were arranged invitingly before it.   Fresh flowers filled vases scattered 
here and there and filled the air with a lovely fragrance. Their dinner waited on 
the table, along with an open bottle of Elrond’s best red wine.

Erestor threw his robes off and ran to the wardrobe, wondering if what he had in 
mind to wear was still there.  He had ordered it years ago, but had never had the 
courage to wear it.  Delving into the farthest corner, he finally located the tunic.  
He fingered the soft material and smiled.  It was the color of a deep red wine, and 
shimmered with golden threads woven here and there in the fabric.  

He quickly washed, then brushed his hair free of any tangles and stray leaves, and 
left it loose.  He carefully put the tunic on, then added tight black leggings and 
soft black suede ankle boots.  Standing in front of his mirror, he drew the tunic 
around his waist, where it was tightly fitted, and fastened its one gold hook.  The 
rest of the fabric above his waist draped closed, but would open slightly when he 
moved, revealing his chest.  “I cannot believe I am going to wear this,” he 
whispered to his reflection.  But he wanted to look nice for Glorfindel.  Leaving 
before he changed his mind, he closed his door, walked to the next one, and 
knocked.
 
Glorfindel opened the door, and stood staring at Erestor for a moment before 
regaining his senses.  Erestor looked stunning!  “Please, come in, Erestor,” he 
said, opening the door wider.  “You look…beautiful….tonight.”

Erestor blushed, grateful that the room was not brightly lit.  “Thank you, 
Glorfindel,” he said softly, then hesitantly added, “You look beautiful, too.”  

“I hope you are hungry.  Dinner looks wonderful.”  He led Erestor to the table and 
pulled out a chair for him.  

“I am rather hungry.  I did not eat much for lunch today,” Erestor said.

Glorfindel poured their wine, then took his own seat across from Erestor.  He 
filled their plates with meat in a rich sauce and fresh roasted vegetables.  “Oh, this 
smells good.  I am rather hungry myself.  I always come home hungry when I am 
out on patrol.”

“I have noticed that.”

Glorfindel stopped and looked at Erestor.  “You have?  You noticed when I was 
hungry?”

Erestor nodded.  “We do have dinner together in the hall most of the time, and I 
just noticed when you return from a patrol, you are always hungrier.  Especially a 
long patrol.”

Glorfindel smiled.  For some reason, it pleased him that Erestor had noticed.

They continued their small talk over dinner and a rich desert of a sweet vanilla 
cake with chocolate filling.  Erestor finally sat back in his chair.  “I cannot eat 
another bite.  That was a wonderful dinner, Glorfindel.”  He smiled at his friend.  
“You always make my begetting day very special.  Thank you.”  

“Will you come and walk with me in the garden, Erestor?” Glorfindel said, rising 
and offering his hand to the councilor.

“All right,” Erestor said, placing his hand in Glorfindel’s and getting up.  He 
expected Glorfindel to release his hand, but the warrior kept holding it as they 
walked out through the balcony and down the steps into the gardens.  The moon 
cast a silvery glow and illumined their path.  As they walked silently hand-in-
hand, Erestor asked,  “What are you thinking of Glorfindel?”

They kept walking for a few more steps until Glorfindel stopped and released his 
hand.  “There are some things I have wanted to give you for your begetting day, 
Erestor, for many years now.”  The warrior broke off a beautiful red long-
stemmed rose from a bush and stood removing all of its thorns.  “This is my first 
gift to you.”  He stood in front of Erestor and whispered, “The reddest of roses 
has always reminded me of your beautiful red lips.   It is a symbol of how much I 
adore you.”  He placed the rose stem in Erestor’s hand.

Erestor held the rose, and stood staring into Glorfindel’s eyes, not knowing what 
to say.  What had he heard?  Glorfindel adored him?

Standing even closer, Glorfindel said softly, “My second gift to you is this,” and 
he lowered his head and placed a sweet, loving kiss on Erestor’s lips.  “It is a 
symbol of all of the love I have for you,” he whispered shakily, as he enfolded 
Erestor in his arms.

Erestor felt a flash run through his body as Glorfindel’s lips touched his, and a 
soft whimper escaped his lips as they moved away.  As the warrior’s arms moved 
around him he looked up into shining blue eyes, and whispered, 
“Oh….please….will you give me your second gift again?”

“With all my heart,” Glorfindel said, as he captured Erestor’s mouth in a 
passionate kiss that spoke of all the years he had wanted this beautiful elf.  

The rose fell unheeded to the ground as Erestor moaned into the kiss and wrapped 
his arms around Glorfindel’s neck and pulled him into a deeper kiss, his fingers 
entwined through the golden mane.  

Tongues danced and explored, and there was the briefest of partings to draw 
breath before mouths were joined again to capture joint moans of love.

“I love you, Erestor.  I have always loved you,” Glorfindel whispered huskily 
against soft, red lips before devouring Erestor’s sweet mouth again.

Finally parting, Erestor panted breathlessly as he looked up at Glorfindel 
adoringly.  The councilor’s eyes were tear filled, but they were tears of joy.  “Oh, 
Glorfindel…I love you.  I have loved you from the first moment I saw you.  I am 
so very happy, I fear this is but a sweet dream.”

“This is no dream, my sweet one,” Glorfindel said, holding Erestor closer.  
“Come with me back to my rooms?   There are two more gifts I have there for 
your begetting day.”  

“I need no other gift than what you have already given me, but I would like to go 
back to your rooms,” Erestor said, drawing the warrior’s head down for another 
kiss.  “All I want is more of your sweet kisses.”


*~*~*~*~*
Chapter Three


Elrond stood with his own dinner guest on the balcony, and silently watched the 
two elves in the garden for a moment longer.  The Lord of Imladris and the 
smaller elf finally turned back into the room and drew the curtains, smiles lighting 
their faces.

“Oh, Elrond, it is so wonderful.  I am so happy for them.  Perhaps, one day…”

“One day?” Elrond asked softly, looking down into the other elf’s soft turquoise 
eyes.

“Perhaps one day, someone will love me like that.”

“Have you ever been in love, my friend?” Elrond asked.

“Aye.  I have loved someone for many years now.  But he does not know it.”

“Tell me about him?” Elrond motioned the slender elf to a couch, then sat at the 
end facing his guest, with one leg curled under himself.  “I must admit I am 
surprised that you are in love.  I have never noticed you attracted to anyone.”

“I am attracted only to him. There is no one else.  There never can be.  He has 
held my heart for many years.”

Elrond’s heart fell.  He had waited too long to make his feelings known.  And 
now his little love was in love with another.  “Tell me about him?” he asked 
again.

“Oh, he is so beautiful.  So tall and slender, but strong.”  The smaller elf leaned 
against the back of the couch, eyes closed.  “His eyes.  His beautiful gray eyes.  
His eyes are so expressive.  They sparkle when he is happy and become as a 
stormy sea when he is sad or angry.  Not that he is angry very often, you 
understand.  No, he is the kindest elf I know.  No one is ever turned away from 
his generosity.  His hair is the darkest brown and falls like a wave of silk around 
his shoulders and back.  And when he smiles, oh, there is nothing more beautiful.  
His beauty is matched only by his wisdom.  He was once a warrior, but now he 
fights in other ways.”  The voice became quieter and a little husky as unshed tears 
formed in the elf’s eyes.  “I could not help falling in love with him.  He is just so 
good and beautiful.”

Elrond took the little elf’s hands in his own large ones.  “Then will you not tell 
him, my dear friend?  You deserve to be loved.  I would see you happy.”

The elf opened blue eyes and looked up into stormy gray.  “I am afraid, Elrond.  I 
am afraid to lose his friendship if I do.  I could not bear that.”  The petite elf freed 
one hand and swiped at the tears starting to escape.  “And what about you, my 
friend?  Have you found another love as your lady wished?”

Elrond looked down at his lap and took a deep breath.  “I have.  There is someone 
that crept into my heart over many years.  But I waited too long, and now this elf 
loves another.”

“Will you tell me about this elf?”

Elrond nodded, then gave the other elf a small smile that did not reach his eyes.  
“It is someone who has worked in Imladris for many years.  Smaller than average, 
and slender.  Beautiful auburn hair that frames a beautiful face.  And the bluest 
eyes.  But it is not just this elf’s beauty.  There is a sweetness, a goodness that 
shines from within.”  

The smaller elf freed the hand still held in Elrond’s, rose and walked to the 
fireplace, staring down into the flames to avoid the Lord’s eyes.  Tears flowed 
quietly and freely down the beautiful face.  “Tell me more, please?” 

Elrond watched the other elf curiously.  “This elf is also a dear friend.  Someone I 
can depend on, who has been there for me for many years.  Someone whose 
company I cherish.”  Elrond saw his friend’s shoulders begin to shake, and heard 
a small sob that could not be contained.  Instantly he was at his little friend’s side, 
drawing him into his arms and pressing the auburn head to his shoulder.  “Please, 
do not cry.  I cannot bear it if you do.  I am so sorry.  Please tell me who you love 
and I will help you.  I will find out if he loves you.  I will do anything to make 
you happy again,” he whispered, stroking the soft hair.

The little elf struggled to stop crying, and finally raised watery blue eyes to look 
into Elrond’s, unsure of what he saw there.  “Why?”

~~~*~~~
Glorfindel brought their wine glasses and set them on a low table, then dropped to 
the floor next to Erestor.  The fire crackled warmly as he drew Erestor into his 
arms and leaned back comfortably on the large pillows.   “Comfortable?”

Erestor sighed contentedly as he snuggled against Glorfindel.  “Very.”  His cheek 
rested on the warrior’s chest, and he inhaled deeply, finding the combined scent 
of Glorfindel and his musky soap extraordinarily arousing.  A long, elegant finger 
snuck up and deftly opened Glorfindel’s tunic a little lower, just enough to allow 
a clever tongue to lap hesitantly at the golden skin.  Erestor moaned.  The taste 
was headier than any wine.

“Erestor…” Glorfindel moaned, gripping Erestor tighter.  “What are 
you….doing?  Oh, that feels so good.”

“Hmmm….tasting.  Tastes so good,” Erestor mumbled, gaining confidence and 
moving his mouth and tongue slowly up to Glorfindel’s neck.  Turning in the 
warrior’s arms, he straddled Glorfindel’s hips and wrapped his legs around his 
waist, then proceeded to feast on his golden love.  His mouth nipped and sucked 
gently around the strong jaw line and up along an ear.

“Oh…Erestor….” Glorfindel’s hands wound around the councilor’s slim waist, 
then up to gently part Erestor’s tunic and roam across the alabaster chest.  “Don’t 
you want your other….gifts?” Erestor’s mouth on his neck was the most sensual 
thing he had ever felt.

“This is my other gift,” Erestor whispered, as his hands ran lovingly through 
Glorfindel’s hair and he kissed the warrior’s eyelids and nose, working his way 
back down to the luscious mouth.

Glorfindel chuckled, then holding the dark head between his hands, kissed his 
new lover sweetly.  “But I have some other things I want to give you.  Please let 
me?”

Erestor forced himself to relax into Glorfindel’s arms.  “All right,” he smiled.

Glorfindel reached over to the low table and took one of the small wooden boxes 
sitting there.  “This is the first one.  I ordered it made several months ago.  There 
is no other like it.  I did not want to leave it for you this morning.  I wanted to 
give it to you myself and tell you about it.”  He lifted the cover and showed 
Erestor what was inside. 

Erestor’s mouth formed into an “O”.  “Glorfindel…I do not know what to say.  
Thank you does not seem enough.  It is so beautiful.  You had it made just for 
me?”  It was a broach, crafted in gold and onyx.  A small raven carved from onyx 
sat on a golden flower, preparing to pluck a ruby from the center of the flower 
with his beak.

Glorfindel removed the broach from the box and held it in his hand. “Just for you, 
my love.  You are the raven, and I am the golden flower.  It is a symbol my 
devotion to you. I would do anything for you, Erestor.  You have only to ask me.  
I will do anything to make you happy.”

“Oh, Glorfindel,” Erestor whispered, awestruck by the powerful warrior’s words.  
“Do you not know your love is all I need to be happy?”  He kissed Glorfindel 
tenderly.

Glorfindel moaned, then deepened the kiss, pulling Erestor even closer.  The 
broach dropped to the floor as he ran his fingers through his love’s silky dark hair.  
He was glad they were sitting on the floor, because he doubted his legs could have 
held him.  Finally ending the kiss for breath, he held his dark love against his 
chest.  “Sweet Elbereth, Erestor.  Your kisses are like fire.  They inflame me so.”

“Hmmm…then kiss me again, and I will consume you in my fire,” Erestor purred.  

Glorfindel chuckled, then laughed out loud, a hearty, ringing laugh of joy.  
Holding Erestor’s face in his hands, he said, “Erestor, where are you, and who is 
this outrageous little imp who has taken your place?  Where has my shy councilor 
friend gone to?”

Erestor laughed with pure happiness.  “Oh, I left him in his office for the night.  
He was a little too boring.”

Glorfindel’s laugh rang out, then he rested his brow on Erestor’s.  “I will never be 
bored loving you, will I?”

“I promise I will do my best to make sure you are not.  I love you, Glorfindel.”

“I love you, Erestor.”  Glorfindel lifted his head.  “There is one last gift I have for 
you, although I fear it is the poorest.” He stroked Erestor’s soft hair.  “The poorest 
indeed, and it is not worthy of you,” he whispered.  “The last gift I offer you is 
myself - all of me, if you will have me.  I would give my soul, my body into your 
keeping.”  He took the second box off of the table and opened it.  “These rings I 
had made shortly after I arrived here.  I meant to pursue you then, but my courage 
failed me when it came to my fears for my own heart.  Erestor, will you accept 
this last gift, unworthy as it is?  Will you accept me?”

Erestor looked at the silver rings then up at Glorfindel.  Throwing his arms around 
Glorfindel again, he hid his head in the warrior’s chest.  

“Erestor?  Will you not answer me?”  Glorfindel’s heart was pounding as he 
waited for an answer.  A long moment passed before Erestor finally raised his 
head.  The tears in his eyes did not dim the smile on his face, and Glorfindel drew 
a shaky breath.

Erestor caressed the face he loved and whispered, “You have saved the richest, 
most precious gift for last.”  He moved his fingers over Glorfindel’s face, tracing 
the defined cheekbones, the strong chin, and finally moving gently over soft lips.  
“Sometime in my life I must have done something good to have earned this gift.  
It is I who am not worthy of you, my heart.  It is I whose courage fails me.  You 
have always been the strong and good one.  Do you not know how bright your 
light shines, Glorfindel?  I have nothing to give you in return except my own soul 
and body, for my heart you have had from the moment we met.”  Erestor, 
overcome with his emotions, placed a chaste kiss on Glorfindel’s lips, then buried 
his head in the warrior’s neck and wrapped his arms around the strong chest.  
“Never let me go, Glorfindel.  Never let me go.  I want so very much to be yours 
forever.”



*~*~*~*~*
Chapter Four


Elrond caressed the beautiful face.  “Because you are so dear to me, my beautiful 
little one.  You have always been there for me.  Your sweetness has brightened 
my days and made me smile when I was sad.  Because I care very much for you.”  
Elrond could not resist, and he lightly touched the sweet lips with his own.  
Hearing his beautiful little love softly moan, the words came back to him.  Tall 
and slender, stormy gray eyes, dark brown hair, wise and generous, once a 
warrior, and a friend.  Could it be?  Was there anyone else who fit that 
description?  There was only one way to find out.  “Because it is you I love, my 
sweet Melpomaen.  It is you I want to be with me always,” he whispered.

Melpomaen released the breath he had been holding in a sob, and pulled Elrond’s 
head down.  Tears of joy ran down his face as he said, “Elrond, I love you!” 

Elrond’s heart pounded and his legs felt weak as a feeling of the greatest relief 
and happiness surged through him.  He covered the sweet mouth with his own and 
kissed his little love passionately.  Running his tongue over Melpomaen’s lips, he 
pressed for entry, and groaned when it was granted.  He felt slender fingers bury 
themselves in his hair and pulled the slighter elf closer, savoring the feel of his 
perfectly shaped body.  His hands cupped around two firm round globes and he 
lifted Melpomaen up against him, crushing their hardened members together.  
Even through their clothing, he could feel the heat.

Melpomaen wrapped his legs around Elrond’s waist as he was lifted against the 
stronger elf.  Moaning, he ground his groin against his beloved’s as their tongues 
explored.

When Melpomaen ran the tip of his tongue along the side of his, Elrond moaned 
and dropped to his knees, then bent to lay his soon-to-be lover on the floor.  Never 
breaking their kiss, he covered Mel with his body, crushing their groins together 
again.

Melpomaen was on fire.  His fingers tore at Elrond’s robes, desperately wanting 
to touch the skin beneath them.  When their mouths finally broke for breath, he 
cried out, “Take me!  Please, Elrond, I have waited so long.  Take me.  Take me.  
Make me yours!”

Elrond roared as he rose, ripped his robes off and threw them aside, then did the 
same to Mel’s.  “Oh, Mel,” he breathed, seeing his lover’s body for the first time.  
“Oh, Mel.”  His hands traced up the firm thighs, hips, and a lightly muscled chest.  
“Oh, by the Valar, you are beautiful!  Look at how beautiful you are,” he said, 
awed by the smaller elf’s perfection.   One hand caressed a hardened nipple, as 
the other traced softly along Melpomaen’s already weeping erection, then ghosted 
down to gently bury fingers in the plot of auburn curls before moving down and 
cupping two soft sacs.  “Oh, I have to taste you,” he said as he dipped his head to 
lick the pearly drops gathered at the tip before plunging his mouth down the entire 
shaft.

Melpomaen screamed his pleasure as he was surrounded by moist heat, thrusting 
his hips up for more.   For years he had dreamed of this, for years he had stroked 
himself to completion, all the while pretending it was Elrond who has making him 
spend.  But no dream had prepared him for this reality, and he moaned loudly. 

Elrond relaxed his throat muscles and took all that Melpomaen offered.  Oh, Mel 
tasted so good!  Elrond sucked and hummed, then smiled as his little lover let out 
a keening wail.  

~~~*~~~
Glorfindel held Erestor close as he whispered in his ear, “I will never let you go, 
Erestor.”  He caressed Erestor’s head against his chest.  “Like it or not, you are 
now stuck with me forever.  It is your punishment for loving me.  I will be 
bothering you in your office and haunting your footsteps day and night, until I 
fear you will rue the day you agreed to accept my love.  You will beg me to leave 
you be.  When that has no effect, you will run to Elrond and beg him to order me 
to leave you alone so you can work.   I will stalk you in the corridors and pull you 
into doorways to ravish you with kisses.  I will hold your hand under the table at 
meals and you will be forced to try and cut your food with one hand.  Wait….I 
will not be able to cut mine either.  This is what we will do:  You hold the food 
down with your fork in your free hand, and I’ll cut it with the knife in my free 
hand.  For both of us, of course.  Or I could hold the food down and you could 
cut, if you’d rather.”

Erestor shook with silent laughter before he finally lifted his head and laughed 
aloud.  “Oh, Glorfindel, you are a silly elf.   I do love you, and you may stalk me 
and pull me into doorways all you wish.  And you may cut our food.”  He 
chuckled and kissed the warrior’s lips softly.  “Were you going to do something 
with those rings, my love?”

Glorfindel smiled.  “Kiss me first?”

“I just did,” Erestor grinned.

Glorfindel growled and drew Erestor into a passionate kiss.  When they finally 
parted, he said, “That, my love, is a kiss.”

“I love it when you growl.  It is very…sensual….seductive,” Erestor purred.

Glorfindel chuckled, then growled softly in Erestor’s ear, causing the councilor to 
shiver. “What I find seductive is this tunic of yours.  Why have you never worn it 
before?” He ran the side of his face along Erestor’s ear.  To his delight, it resulted 
in another shiver.  

“I was afraid to.  It is so…different…from what I usually wear.  When I saw you 
in the garden tonight, wearing your beautiful tunic, I….I wanted to wear 
something nice for you.”

“Hmmm…were you trying to seduce me, Erestor?”  Glorfindel teased.

 “Maybe.   Just a little.”  Erestor grinned.  ”Did it work?” 

Glorfindel laughed aloud.  “What do you think?”

Erestor ran his hands up Glorfindel’s arms and shoulders, all the while eyeing his 
luscious neck.  Lowering his head, he ran his lips lightly along the golden flesh.  
“Are you going to make me beg for my ring?”

It was Glorfindel’s turn to shiver.  “Ring?  What ring?”

“Glorfindel!”

“Oh, that ring!”  He gave Erestor a kiss.  “The one in the box.”  Another kiss.  
“The matched set of rings.”  A longer kiss.  “Happy begetting day, Erestor.”  A 
very long kiss.  “So you liked your broach?”  A very, very long kiss. 

“Glorfindel,” Erestor panted out, “by all that is holy, you will wish for the balrog 
again.”

“Oh, how very exciting.  What are you going to do to me?”  A long kiss.  “Please 
tell me you are going to attack me.  I think I would quite enjoy that.”  A very long 
kiss.

Erestor snarled.

“But my love, you said you only wanted more of my sweet kisses.”  Glorfindel 
smiled, then took a deep breath.  “Forgive me for teasing you, Erestor.  I am a 
little nervous and afraid.”

“Why?”

“I am afraid you will change your mind.”

“Never, Glorfindel.  I will never change my mind about you.  It is impossible.  
Will you let me get the rings, then?”

Glorfindel nodded gratefully.  “I would like that.”

Erestor picked up the box and opened it, then examined the silver rings and 
smiled when he saw the engraving.  “Golden flowers and a raven.  They are so 
beautiful.  Glorfindel, promise me you will not make me wait a year before we 
can exchange these rings for golden ones?  I do not think I can bear to wait that 
long.  It is not like we have just reached our majority, and neither of us have 
family here on Arda to object.”

A smile lit Glorfindel’s face.  He had been so afraid Erestor would want to wait 
the normal year before they married.  “I do not think I could wait a year either.  
We will speak to Elrond tomorrow, and then see how fast we can have gold rings 
made, if that is all right?  Or is that too soon?  Whatever would please you, my 
love.”

Erestor smiled shyly and looked into Glorfindel’s eyes.  “That would please me 
very much, Glorfindel.”  He took the larger of the two rings and placed it on 
Glorfindel’s ring finger.  

Glorfindel took the smaller ringer and slipped it onto Erestor’s finger, then kissed 
it in its place.  

Erestor beamed at Glorfindel.  “I still cannot believe everything that has happened 
tonight. You have made me so very happy, my love.”

“Nor can I, Erestor.”  Glorfindel rolled Erestor off of his lap, then drew him down 
to lie comfortably on the plush fur rugs.  He wrapped his arms around the smaller 
elf and pulled him close.  “I do not want you to leave tonight.  Will you stay with 
me?  I promise I will behave.  I just want to hold you and kiss you.”

Erestor nodded.  “But what if I want you to misbehave?” Erestor asked, nuzzling 
into Glorfindel’s neck.

Glorfindel chuckled.  “I think that can be arranged.  Hmmmm….Erestor?  You 
wouldn’t want to take off this beautiful tunic, would you?  We wouldn’t want it to 
get wrinkled, would we?”

“I think you might want to remove yours as well.  It could get…. torn…. or 
something,” Erestor purred, starting to unfasten the clasps on Glorfindel’s tunic.  

“Erestor….how much…..do you want me to….. misbehave?  Just a little?  Or 
more?  Or…..?”

Erestor continued to unfasten Glorfindel’s tunic, then as he helped the warrior 
remove it, he spoke softly.  “Truly, love, I thank the Valar we have been such 
close friends for so long, or I think I would have a very difficult time telling you 
this.”  Erestor folded up Glorfindel’s tunic neatly and set it aside, and then 
removed his own tunic folded it, and laid it on top of the other.  He laid back 
down in Glorfindel’s arms and caressed his face.  “I have dreamed of making love 
with you.  For years I have brought myself to completion dreaming it was your 
hand on me.  My love for you is hunger that is crying out to be filled.  My soul 
cries out to join with yours.  I crave you, Glorfindel.  My body craves you.  I have 
never had a lover, and now I will join with my soulmate for the rest of eternity.  I 
want that joining to happen after we are wed.  I want it to be the most precious, 
sacred moment of my life, the consummation of our vows to one another.”  

Erestor’s words brought tears to Glorfindel’s eyes.  “Then we will wait, beloved.  
I have waited this long for you; I can wait a little longer.   I love you too much to 
ever do anything you do not want, Erestor,” Glorfindel said softly.  “I …never 
had…no one has ever spoken of such love before to me.”  He was nearly 
overcome from the expression of Erestor’s love for him, and his tears escaped 
down his face.  “You have given words to the feelings of my heart for you, my 
love.”  

Erestor leaned up and gently kissed away the tears.  “I want you.  I want to feel 
you, to touch you, to taste you.  When you kiss me, it takes my breath away, and I 
burn for you.  You have lived two lifetimes.  You have known a lover before.  
You have been in Mandos’ Halls and lived in the Undying Lands.  Please, tell me, 
Glorfindel, if we touch, if we satisfy the cravings of our bodies, will it take way 
from the binding of our souls on that day?  Valar, how I want you, but I do not 
want to take away from the bliss of our joining.”

Glorfindel understood what Erestor was asking.  “No, my love.  It will not detract 
from our binding.  If we touch, or taste, it will not bind our souls, nor will it take 
anything away from that blissful moment.  Only by the physical joining of our 
bodies will our bonding be complete and our souls joined forever.  This I swear to 
you.”  

Erestor placed his brow on Glorfindel’s and wound his hands through the golden 
mane.  “Then kiss me.  Touch me.  Taste me.  Satisfy this hunger for you that is 
burning within me.”

TBC…