Title: Fire 
Author: Crista 
Rating: NC-17 
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor, references to others 
Author’s Note: This was a plot bunny that bit me while in the middle of the 
Now And Always series, and it wouldn’t leave me alone, so here it is. My first 
piece that’s basically PWP...I liked thought of Erestor as the seducer. 
*stars* for emphasis, //for thoughts// 
Summary: Erestor takes drastic measures. 
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit, ect, ect, please don’t sue me. 
Feedback: Always appreciated, send it to RinkRatNB@aol.com with either 
“feedback” or the fic title in the subject line. 
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   “Stop making yourself miserable, Erestor.” Elrond said. His Chief 
Advisor glanced up at him, irritated. 
   “I do not need your help.” he replied moodily. Elrond came to stand 
beside Erestor at the window, from which the practice fields were clearly visible. 
They were occupied only by one Elf: muscular, golden-haired, beautiful 
Glorfindel. 
   “I do not like seeing you unhappy.” Elrond trailed his fingertips gently 
along Erestor’s jawline, then over the high cheekbones, before his hand at 
last came to rest on his friend’s shoulder. “I did not stop caring after we 
parted ways.” 
   “I know.” Erestor answered quietly. He sighed. “It should not have hurt 
as much as it did. We both knew it would never work between us, we both knew 
we would never be in love.” 
   “I wanted to be.” 
“So did I.” Erestor admitted. “So did I, El, but it was never more than 
comfort. For the loss of your Lady, for my loneliness.” 
   “Be that as it may,” Elrond murmured, “you were dear to me.” 
“I like to think I still am.” 
   “You are.” Elrond agreed with a smile. “It is why I hate seeing you pine 
for him. You need someone, Erestor, and it cannot be me this time.” 
   “If it could have been, it would have been. I was never in love with you, 
but I enjoyed our time together.” 
   “Flatterer.” Elrond teased. Erestor laughed softly in spite of himself 
and turned his head to kiss the hand that rested on his shoulder before 
returning his attention once more to Glorfindel, the smile fading from his lips. 
   “Seduce him.” 
   Erestor turned to look at Elrond, startled. “Pardon?” 
   “Seduce him.” a smile curved Elrond’s lips. “You are rather good at it, 
you know.” 
   “I appreciate the sentiment, but-” 
“But nothing.” Elrond interjected. “I have seen you in the most intimate 
light possible, meldir...you could snare anyone you want with one look from those 
eyes, one brush of your lips, one touch...you are fire, my beautiful Erestor, 
and he is a moth. Draw him in, he would not refuse you; none could.” 
   Erestor chuckled again. “You think rather highly of my skill, mellon-nin.” 
“You spend so much time hiding behind your cold shell, ‘Tor, that I 
sometimes think you forget how passionate you are. Go to him, take him, love him, and 
do not let him forget it. You have nothing to loose.” 
   “He would not want me. We are too different.” 
“Of course he would want you. You are intelligent and devoted, passionate and 
beautiful. What is there not to want? I wanted it.” Elrond smiled, indulging 
himself briefly in recalling memories of nights spent with his Chief Advisor, 
his closest friend, his former lover. Erestor sighed. 
   “You really think I should?” 
“I do.” Elrond answered. “No one who has known your charms can forget them, 
or would want to. Get Glorfindel in your bed, and I suspect you’ll have no 
trouble making him yours.” 
   “I don’t want it to be about that, El.” Erestor replied. “I want a 
lover, not a bedmate, and there is a very important distinction between the two.” 
   “You worry too much, meldir, but if I am wrong, you will at least have 
something to show for it. And I will be here if it does go to pieces, and I 
promise not to be the least bit offended if you scream his name instead of mine.” 
   “Elrond!” 
   The Lord of Imladris just laughed. “I don’t think it will come to that, 
‘Tor. I will leave you to finish your day’s work and make any preparations you 
deem necessary. My only advice is to wear something other than black.” 
   “Well, you have narrowed down my choices considerably.” 
“I like you in blue.” 
   “Hm.” Erestor said thoughtfully. “Ai, well, I will decide later.” 
“I shall see you at dinner, then.” 
   “Aye.” Erestor agreed. He sat down at his desk once more, and Elrond 
left him to his work. 
 
   Erestor sighed and sank into the tubful of warm water, willing himself to 
relax. He tipped his head back, soaking his loose raven locks before he 
shampooed them. He rinsed the bubbles out and combed his fingers through the unruly 
mass, working out the worst of the tangles while his hair was still wet, then 
scubbing the rest of himself clean. After that, he remained in the tub for a 
while, unwilling to leave the warmth of the bath just yet. 
   The rapidly cooling water eventually forced Erestor out, and he dried 
himself off and returned to his bedchamber. It was a room few had the privelege 
to see; even Elrond had only once been beyond the front sitting room, on a 
particularly memorable occasion involving him, Erestor, and Legolas of Mirkwood. 
The bedchamber itself would have surprised all save perhaps the aforementioned 
Lord of Imladris, for it was here that the passionate streak in Erestor’s 
character was given free reign. The bed was the center of the room, easily wide 
enough for as many as three well-built Elves, and the bedcovers were all of rich 
silks in black and deep burgandy. The curtains, which were currently drawn 
back, were of heavy velvet, affording privacy if needed. There were piles of 
cusions at the head of the bed, and the headboard and bedposts were richly 
carved. The walls were all of dark wood, and even with a fire blazing in the hearth 
and candles lit, the room was stll dim, with just enough light to see by, but 
not enough for the room to be bright. 
   Erestor moved the the wardrobe and sifted through its contents, pausing 
occasionally to contemplate one item of clothing or another. He eventually 
settled, not on Elrond’s favored blue, but instead a pair of black leggings and a 
semiformal tunic of crimson silk. He was about to pull his hair into its 
habitual thick braid, but he stopped himself and left it loose, restraining it in 
only in two slender side braids to keep it from his eyes. Erestor slid the 
simple leather shoes he wore inside onto his feet and paused, glancing around the 
chamber to reassure himself that all was prepared. Erestor took a deep breath, 
let it out again, and left the room. 
 
   Elrond’s eyes swept quickly over Erestor when he entered the dining hall, 
and he gave his friend a slight approving nod. Erestor smiled slightly and 
took his place at the table. They were the first present, but it was not long 
until Elrohir wandered into the dining hall. He gave Erestor a surprised look 
but made no comment, though his gaze lingered on Erestor far longer than 
necessary. 
   “Elrohir, would you happen to know where your siblings are?” 
“Hm?” he said, distracted. “Oh...I haven’t the slightest idea where Arwen 
is at...Elladan is probably changing; he was riding earlier.” 
   As if on cue, Elladan and Arwen both appeared. 
   “Erestor, are you feeling alright?” Elladan inquired, regarding his 
former tutor in open astonishment. “You look...well, you look...” 
   “Lovely.” Arwen completed evenly. “He looks lovely tonight, and I don’t 
think you should discourage it with your foolishness, Ell.” 
   “It’s just, he never-” Elladan cut himself off, realizing there was no 
way he could finish the thought without being offensive. 
   “I never look as though I make any effort on my appearance; thank you, 
Elladan, I know.” Erestor replied. 
   “Think before you speak, gwanur!” Arwen chastised, and Elrond smiled 
inwardly. He rarely needed to discipline his sons when Arwen was home; she was 
better at it than he was. 
   “I beg your pardon, Erestor.” Elladan said. 
“Granted.” he replied absently. 
   “Where are the others?” Arwen inquired. 
“Lindir had afternoon patrol, he should be here in a moment.” Elladan 
answered. “I should imagine Glorfindel will be here soon, as well.” 
   Sure enough, it was not long before the last two members of the household 
entered the dining hall. Glorfindel sat down in his customary seat beside 
Erestor, his gaze lingering on his colleague. 
   “Good evening, Erestor.” he greeted him, forcing his attention back to 
the dark Elf’s face. 
   “Good eve, Glorfindel. How was your day?” 
“Fine, I suppose, and yours?” Glorfindel answered, trying not to let on how 
caught off-guard he was by Erestor’s unusual sociability. 
   “Typical.” Erestor answered with a shrug. “Nothing of great import 
occured.” 
“Likewise.” Glorfindel agreed, though he felt it was something of a lie. 
This was out of the ordinary; Erestor was generally reserved to a fault, and 
tonight he seemed quite inclined to be pleasant. 
   The food was served then, interrupting the majority of conversation, 
giving all present plenty of time to wonder over Erestor’s unusual mood, 
particularly Glorfindel. He had always been rather fond of Imladris’ Chief Advisor, 
despite Erestor’s cool demeanor, and he knew he had the rare honor of being 
considered Erestor’s friend. Yet Erestor rarely acted as though they were friends, 
and Glorfindel had always assumed it simply was not in his nature. However, 
that assumption was now being seriously reconsidered. 
   As the meal ended, Glorfindel lingered, watching as Erestor and Elrond 
exchanged a few words while the others left, heading either for the Hall of Fire 
or their respective chambers. After a moment, Elrond bid Erestor goodnight 
and left. Erestor turned, regarding Glorfindel with mild amusement. 
   “Are you planning on staying here, meldir?” 
“No, Erestor, merely debating my next destination. I am not tired, but 
neither am I in the mood for an evening in the Hall.” 
   “Come with me.” Erestor offered offhandedly, though he could feel his 
heart racing. “We could have a drink, play chess, talk. I would not be averse to 
some company.” 
   “Very well.” Glorfindel agreed, caught rather off guard. He followed 
Erestor down the hall to the other’s chambers, and it occured to him that he had 
never seen the other’s rooms before. 
   The sitting room was simple and comfortably furnished with a few chairs, 
a large couch, and a small table. There was a bookcase along one wall, as 
well, which Glorfindel supposed housed Erestor’s personal volumes. 
   “Have a seat.” Erestor said, waving him towards the chairs. Glorfindel 
settled himself on the couch, and Erestor opened a small cabinet on the wall. 
   “Would you care for something to drink?” 
“What do you have?” 
   “Hm..” Erestor peeed at the cabinet’s contents, and there was a soft 
clink of glass. “Miruvor, wine, cider...” 
   “Miruvor is fine.” 
   Erestor poured two glasses of the cordial and handed one to Glorfindel as 
he sat down beside the Elda on the couch. 
   The pair whiled away many hours just sitting and talking over a game of 
chess, their tongues loosened somewhat from their cordial. Erestor eventually 
won, which came as no great surprise to either, and they leaned back, away from 
their contemplation of the board. 
   “Erestor, may I ask you a question?” 
“You just did, I believe, but you may ask another. Perhaps I shall even 
answer.” he said with a smile. Glorfindel could not help but return it; Erestor’s 
smile, so rarely seen, was infectious. 
   “You seem so different from your usual self tonight...is this a change, 
or have I just never noticed your true nature?” 
   “A bit of both...I know I am often cold, Glorfindel, but even I 
occasionally hunger for company.” he paused for a moment, regarding the Elda over the 
rim of his glass. “I confess to not being entirely honest with you tonight, 
Glorfindel.” 
   “Oh?” 
“I offered conversation, but that is not what I really want from you.” 
   Glorfindel swallowed hard, wonering if Erestor was implying what he 
thought he was. 
   “What *do* you want?” 
   “I think you know.” Erestor replied, and there was no mistaking the 
seductive overtones in his voice this time. Glorfindel’s breath seemed to catch in 
his throat, and suddenly he saw Erestor in a wholly different light. He had 
never realized how breathtaking the other Elf was before, never let himself 
realize it. Erestor was tall and slender, as most Elves, but he did not have the 
typical build of a scholar; there was muscle on his frame, that much was 
revealed by the tight leggings and tunic. The crimson shade lent his fair skin more 
color and made his deep brown eyes seem darker. Erestor’s gaze burned into 
Glorfindel as he studied the other Elf, noticing the fine, almost delicate fe 
atures, the high cheekbones, the ruby lips. He registered for the first time that 
Erestor’s hair, when free of its usual braid, was not straight, but instead 
fell in loose spirals to his waist. A stray, shorter lock had fallen into his 
face, and it curled more tightly then the rest, presumably because it was not 
weighed down. 
   “Glorfindel?” Erestor questioned, and the blonde blinked, trying to 
focus. 
“Why now? Why me?” 
   “It is a good a time as any.” he said wth a shrug. “As to the 
second...let me show you.” 
   “Erestor-” 
“Hush.” he commanded softly. Glorfindel found he obeyed without question, 
and Erestor leaned forward, meeting his lips and pulling him closer. Glorfindel 
closed his eyes and surrendered to the feeling, more than willing to part his 
lips and accept Erestor’s sensual onslaught. He moaned softly into the kiss 
and felt Erestor smile against him as he tangled his fingers in the Elda’s 
golden locks. 
   “Come.” he murmured against Glorfindel’s lips. 
“So soon?” he returned, and Erestor laughed softly. “You know what I mean.” 
He pulled Glorfindel upright and led him quickly to the bedroom. Glorfindel 
paused to glance around, and a smile curved his lips. 
   “You are full of surprises.” 
“You don’t know the half of it.” he purred, and met Glorfindel’s lips in 
another firey kiss, backing towards the bed from memory and falling back onto it 
with Glorfindel in his arms. The blonde caught himself before his whole 
weight came down on Erestor, who reversed their positions to straddle the Elda’s 
hips as they continued their explorations of each other’s mouths. Glorfindel 
found himself slightly out of his element, unused to such a passionate partner, 
much less one who would dominate their play without ever once thinking maybe he 
shouldn’t. Still, he was in no position to complain...he felt ready to spill 
at any minute, and all Erestor had done was kiss him. 
   “Let’s get rid of these clothes, mm?” he murmured, punctuating the 
suggestion with a line of soft kisses along Erestor’s jaw. The dark Elf’s noise of 
agreement became a soft moan as Glorfindel moved lower, nipping and sucking 
at the sensitive skin of his neck. Erestor needed no second bidding to quickly 
rid Glorfindel of first his tunic, then his leggings. He sat back, eyeing the 
blonde’s bared body with unconcealed lust. His gaze slid to Glorfindel’s hard 
length, and he smirked. 
   “Nice to know you’re enjoying yourself.” he remarked. The timbre of his 
voice was different, Glorfindel realized. It was lower and breathier than 
usual, and the sound went straight to his groin. 
   “Don’t play with me.” Glorfindel answered. “Take your clothes off.” 
“Mm, but I *want* to play with you.” Erestor purred, trailing one fingertip 
along Glorfindel’s throbbing length. The blonde choked back a moan and arched 
up, desperately craving more contact. 
   “Do you want more?” Erestor whispered. 
“Yes.” Glorfindel groaned. Erestor smiled wickedly and abruptly took 
Glorfindel’s entire shaft in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head, along 
the sensitive underside... 
   “Ai, yes..oh, like that...don’t stop, Erestor...” he bucked into the wet 
warmth, but unlike previous lovers, Erestor made no move to still his hips, 
just relaxed his throat and sucked Glorfindel deeper and harder, hollowing his 
cheeks. He glanced up at Glorfindel, and the sight of the blonde made him 
redouble his efforts. The way Glorfindel had his head thrown back, the flush of 
pleasure on his face, how he fisted his hands in the sheets... 
   “Ai...oh, I’m going to...” 
   //Just a little longer.// Erestor swallowed a few times, letting his 
throat muscles play against the head of the ensnared shaft. He felt Glorfindel’s 
muscles tighten against him, and Erestor hummed deep in his throat as he sucked 
still harder on the blonde’s hard member. Glorfindel bucked again and spilled 
himself with a wordless cry, and Erestor swallowed all of the ample evidence 
of Glorfindel’s pleasure before letting go of the softening shaft and moving 
to kiss the blonde again. 
   “By Elbereth, Erestor, I’ve never had it so good in my life.” 
“You say that now,” Erestor murmured, “only because you haven’t felt me 
inside of you.” 
   Slowly, seductively, he removed his clothing, revealing himself to 
Glorfindel’s gaze. When at last Erestor pulled off his leggings, Glorfindel bit back 
a moan at the sight. He himself was well endowed, but nothing compared to 
Erestor. The dark Elf possesed a veritable spear, long and thick, hard and 
leaking clear drops of fluid, jutting proudly from between his legs. 
   “Will that *fit* inside of me?” Glorfindel said, eyeing Erestor’s shaft 
dubiously, even as he felt his own desire stirring once more at the mere sight. 
   “Oh, it will.” Erestor answered. “And I’ll take you hard and fast and 
*deep*, melethron.” 
   “I hope you have a good deal of oil.” 
“You didn’t think it hadn’t occured to me, did you?” Erestor countered, 
leaning over and meeting Glorfindel’s lips in another hard, demanding kiss. His 
aching shaft rubbed against Glorfindel’s returning desire as their bodies 
pressed closer, and he moaned raggedly. 
   “Now.” Glorfindel gasped. “I don’t want to wait.” 
“Get yourself hard again.” Erestor ordered, as he reached for both a pillow 
and the phial of oil stowed under it. Glorfindel looked up at him, surprised. 
“You aren’t going to...” 
   “It’s not that I don’t enjoy touching you,” Erestor answered, “it’s 
that I want to watch you do it. I want to watch you stroke yourself and buck 
into your hand, I want to hear you moan my name, I want to see the way you 
stiffen just thinking about what is coming. Imagine how good it will feel, being 
taken as deep as I can take you, so fast you almost can’t stand it, so hard it 
hurts, but you wouldn’t stop for the world, it feels so good...” 
   “Erestor, stop.” Glorfindel gasped. “You have done what you wanted me to 
do.” he said breathlessly. Erestor eyed the blonde’s turgid member with a 
mix of lust and smugness. 
   “I could make you come without even touching you.” Erestor purred. “I 
could watch the way you arch when you let go, the way your seed spills from the 
head of your shaft, hear you scream for me...” 
   “But then,” Glorfindel interrupted, trying desperately to control 
himself, “you wouldn’t get to spend inside of me.” 
   “A valid point.” Erestor opened the phial of oil as Glorfindel slid the 
pillow under his hips, and Erestor lightly flicked the tip of his tongue over 
the head of Glorfindel’s quivering shaft, licking away the drops of clear 
fluid it was leaking. 
   “Perhaps another time.” Erestor murmured, letting his breath ghost 
across the sensitive skin. Glorfindel groaned incoherently and pushed back on 
Erestor’s finger. Erestor added a second and stretched Glorfindel as quickly as he 
dared. 
   “Now.” Glorfindel said breathlessly. 
“I’ll hurt you.” Erestor replied, slipping a third finger in. When 
Glorfindel’s body relaxed enough that Erestor decided it was safe, he removed his 
fingers and let Glorfindel wrap his legs around Erestor’s slim waist. The dark Elf 
slicked his hard shaft and sheathed himself to the hilt in one smooth, hard 
thrust. Glorfindel cried out, but it was not in pain; quite the contrary. The 
muscles around Erestor were almost painfully tight; he guessed that Glorfindel 
had not been taken more than once or twice before, but he stopped thinking and 
instead pulled almost completely out before slamming back in, aiming for the 
blonde’s hidded sweet spot and hitting it, to judge from the strangled scream 
the motion tore from Glorfindel’s throat. Erestor set a brutally fast pace, 
thrusting hard and deep, as deep as he could go. Glorfindel was incredibly tight; 
the feeling was better than he ever could have imagined. 
   “Scream if you want to go faster.” Erestor whispered breathlessly. 
   Glorfindel screamed, and Erestor upped the pace, pounding into the wiling 
bdy beneath him as fast as he could as he took Glorfindel’s length in his 
hand, stroking in time with his thrusts. 
   “Ai...ERESTOR!” Glorfindel screamed as he came. His inner muscles 
spasmed around Erestor’s shaft, and with one last thrust he spent his seed deep in 
Glorfindel’s body, moaning the blonde’s name. 
   They separated unwillingly, soft sounds of regret escaping both pairs of 
lips as Erestor slid from Glorfindel’s body. Erestor sat up, pulling the bed 
curtains closed, affording them both privacy and a barrier from the light. 
   “I agree,” Glorfindel murmured, “that was even better.” 
   Erestor just smiled and settled himself beside the blonde, pulling the 
covers up over them. He pressed a brief, soft kiss to Glorfindel’s lips and 
pllowed his head against Glorfindel’s strong shoulder. Glorfindel sighed, wrapping 
his arms around Erestor’s lithe frame and toying absently with a stray curl. 
   “We need to talk, Erestor.” 
“We can talk come morning.” 
   “Elrond is expecting me in the morning.” 
“No, he isn’t.” 
   “Yes, he is.” 
“Trust me,” Erestor replied, “he is not. Likewise, he is not expecting me.” 
   “You planned this.” Glorfindel accused. Erestor nodded against him. “I 
did, indeed, and I think it safe to say we both throughly enjoyed it. Now hush, 
Glorfindel, and get some rest. We’ve had a rather late night.” he smiled 
slightly, and Glorfindel raised his eyebrows. “That seems an understatement.” 
   “It is.” Erestor agreed. “Quel du, ‘Fin.” 
“Quel du, melethron.” Glorfindel answered, wondering briefly at the ease 
with which the endearments fell from their lips. He pushed the thought aside, 
deciding it could wait for the morning’s discussion, and soon fell asleep. 
 
   Glorfindel woke to find Erestor still asleep beside him, and smiled to 
himself at the sight. Erestor looked particularly beautiful when he was asleep, 
probably because the usual tension was gone from his face and body. He looked 
deceptively sweet and gentle, an impression which Glorfindel knew better than 
to believe. His lips were slightly parted, the chocolate eyes unfocused but 
still somehow intense. Glorfindel tangled his fingers affectionately in 
Erestor’s raven curls, letting the silken tresses wind around his fingers. 
   “Lye na vana, Erestor.” Glorfindel murmured softly. 
   Erestor stirred in Glorfindel’s arms, and the Elda pressed a soft kiss to 
the dark Elf’s cheek. “Esto.” he whispered, and Erestor stopped moving, his 
breathing returning quickly to the deep, even rhythm of sleep. 
   It was perhaps a half an hour before Erestor woke, blinking sleepily as 
his eyes refocused. He yawned and stretched, then favored Glorfindel with a 
long, slow kiss and a murmured, “Quel amrun” when they parted. 
   “Quel amrun, vanimaer.” Glorfindel replied. “Sleep well?” 
“Very, and yourself?” 
   “Likewise. I could hardly have done otherwise; you tired me out. That is 
not, mind you, a complaint.” 
   Erestor chuckled. “I shouldn’t think so.” 
“Erestor...” Glorfindel hesitated, and Erestor’s smile faded. He sighed and 
nodded. “I know, Glorfindel. Come, a bath for both of us, I think, and then we 
will talk.” 
   The pair shared a bath, both mindful that nothing beyond kissing and 
touching happened between them until they were more certain of where they stood. 
   “Do you regret last night?” Erestor asked softly as he combed through 
Glorfindel’s damp hair. 
   “Of course not!” Glorfindel exclaimed. “Nothing could make me regret 
that, Erestor. It was the best night of both my lives.” 
   “I am glad on both counts.” Erestor answered, smiling slightly. “Calm 
yourself, Glorfindel, it was a question I needed the answer to.” he placed a 
soothing hand on Glorfindel’s shoulder, and the Elda sighed. “Let me ask you 
something.” 
   “By all means.” 
“That was about more than just a night of pleasure, was it not?” 
   “Am I so transparent?” Erestor replied. “Yes, Glorfindel, I want more 
than that. I am passionate, yes, but I ultimately seek lasting connections, save 
on one or two memorable occasions.” 
   “Erestor...do you...do you love me?” 
   Silence greeted the question, and Glorfindel turned to look at Erestor, 
who refused to meet his gaze. 
   “Erestor?” 
   “Yes.” he whispered. “Elbereth help me, yes, I do.” he finally dared to 
look up and meet Glorfindel’s gaze, nervous distress clearly evident in the 
expressive chocolate eyes. Glorfindel gathered Erestor into his arms and found 
the usually composed advisor was shaking in his embrace. 
   “Ai, Erestor.” he murmured soothingly. “I did not mean to upset you.” 
“It is not your fault.” Erestor answered quietly. “I do this to myself. 
Glorfindel...” he trailed off, and the Elda sighed. “I am no longer entirely 
certain of my feelings for you, ‘Tor...many things I thought I knew about you were 
proved wrong last night; you are very different from who I thought you were. 
I do not think I could have loved you before, but I know I could now. Perhaps 
I do not yet, for these feelings can take time, but certainly I feel far more 
than simply an associate’s esteem or a friend’s affection.” he pressed a kiss 
to Erestor’s cheek and added, “I do not want to give you up now, naur-nin.” 
   “That is well, for I do not think I could give you up.” Erestor 
answered, wrapping his arms around Glorfindel. 
   “I want you.” Glorfindel murmured, and Erestor made a soft sound of 
regret. “I know, melethron, and I you, but we both have things to do today.” 
   Glorfindel sighed. “Tonight?” 
“Meet me here.” Erestor agreed. They shared a final kiss before reluctantly 
disengaging, dressing, and going their separate ways. 
 
   “Well?” Elrond asked. Erestor looked up. “What?” 
“*Erestor.*” Elrond said, exasperated. “You know what.” 
   “Ah.” Erestor replied, but gave no further clues. 
“I am not leaving until you tell me what happened, ‘Tor.” 
   “I don’t think you need the details of what went on in my bed last 
night.” 
“Then you admit something happened?” 
   Erestor smirked. “Wouldn’t you love to know.” 
 
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Elvish Translations: 
meldir, mellon-nin: my friend 
gwanur: brother 
melethron: lover 
Quel du: good night 
Lye na vana: you are beautiful (Quenya) 
esto: rest (a command, from ‘esta.’ Quenya) 
Quel amrun: good morning 
vanimaer: beautiful one