Title: No Matter What Rating: NC-17 Type: FPS Glorfindel/Erestor Author: jenolas email: jbozovic@hotmail.com A/N: These vignettes were originally posted separately, but I have decided it wasmore appropriate to present thenm as a three part fic. Enjoy! Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien, not me. Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel are in lust and in love. Part I. Matters in Hand Many a secret garden, or secluded glade could be found within Imladris, and for one who had only just returned form the stagnant darkness of the Halls of Waiting, all were equally enticing. Glorfindel’s particular favourite was filled with flowers that blossomed only in Ithil’s silvery light. The fragrance of the air was intoxicating, and the soft lapping of the waters of the slow moving stream against the rocky bank reminded him of the sound his balls always made as they slapped against the opening of the one he was riding. Shaking his head with surprise, the reborn Balrog slayer blamed the lewd thought on his increasingly erotic dreams. Centuries of loneliness in Namo’s Halls where the pleasures of the body had no place had made him realise that the taking of casual lovers no longer held any interest for the once lusty Lord of Gondolin. He was ready to give his all to one elf alone, and indeed he had already done so the moment he set eyes on his soul mate. Glorfindel’s body cried out for release and although he knew that any of the elves he had so far met would willingly partner him in the lustful dance, there was only one he wanted. As yet he had not approached his love, for he intended to court him and win his heart before taking him to his bed. Until that happened, there remained only one option for a highly aroused elf. Choosing to lie on the soft patch of grass near the stream Glorfindel spent a few moments gazing up at the stars before taking matters into his own hand. He began with a slow, sensuous exploration of his newly restored body, running his hands through his lustrous golden hair, gasping with pleasure when he encountered the sensitive tips of his ears. The lightest of touches sent fire coursing through his body, reminding him it had been far too long since he last took a lover and he his eyes quickly darkened with lust as he recalled the ecstasy of sheathing his rigid cock inside someone’s hot tightness. The image of the one he desired to make passionate love with cane unbidden to his mind and he was filled with longing for the day when he hoped his lover would wantonly spread his legs. The very thought of making the object of his desire scream his name as he plunged faster and deeper into that luscious body almost sent him over the edge. It was far too soon for that and knowing how much more intensely his body would react when he finally spilled his seed, Glorfindel was determined to last as long as possible before reaching his climax. Taking a deep breath to calm his raging want, he forced his elegant fingers to slowly untie the laces of his loose fitting garment. The taut, muscular chest of the well trained warrior beneath the silky fabric was revealed, allowing the warm summer breeze to softly kiss the smooth skin. It was a pleasant sensation, but even more so was the streak of lightning that travelled to his groin when his fingernails deliberately raked across hardened nipples as fully opened shirt was eagerly discarded. Teasing hands made feather light contact with the naked skin, moving in slow circles with only the most delicate of touches across the hardened points of sensitive flesh. It was pure torment that was both painful and exquisitely erotic, especially when Glorfindel could not resist squeezing tightly. The mixture of pain and pleasure elicited a deep growl in the back of his throat that was the only sound he could make. His thoughts were quickly becoming incoherent as wave after wave of tingling sensation coursed through his body in the wake of the slow, sensual movement of fingers that were now spread wide apart, following the trail made by the glistening beads of sweat that trickled down his stomach, adding to the wetness that was already weeping from the bulge in his leggings. The increasing tightness of the cloth around his engorged cock only served to inflame his lust and soon the single finger that was rubbing up and down the steely hardness of his entrapped member joined the others to pull the restrictive item of clothing off and throw it carelessly into the night. No sooner was the final obstacle removed, than the silky shaft was surrounded in one hot, moist hand whilst the other fondled the sacs beneath before slowly moving to pierce the tight spot behind. Glorfindel groaned his pleasure as he penetrated his opening and bucked wildly when his finger rubbed against the place within that made him see stars. Panting, groaning and writhing wildly, he impaled his body on another two fingers, thrusting in wantonly, screaming his pleasure each time he hit that special place within. Tightening his grip on his shaft, he stroked in time with thrusts that became harder and faster and increasingly erratic as the familiar tingling sensation began coursing through his blood. Stomach muscles clenched and he screamed in mind blowing ecstasy as he felt the fire of the hot creamy liquid travel his length before shooting into the hand that was pumping it furiously. Erestor’s name was still echoing into the night as Glorfindel slumped in sated exhaustion. Part II: Another Matter The arrival of the reborn Balrog slayer was not only an unique and exciting event, offering those Elves with long memories or who had only heard the songs, to hear the tale of the fall of Gondolin from one of its heroic sons.. Naturally everyone wanted to meet Glorfindel, and since it fell to Erestor to make the arrangements for the feast of welcome, he was one of the first to be introduced to the very handsome and desirable lord. There was the briefest touch of hands in greeting before dark eyes looked into the brilliance of the smiling blue ones and in that moment that lasted not more than a single heartbeat, Erestor was lost. Nay not lost, found by the other half of his soul. That had been several days ago, and since then there had been no time for other than a casual encounter at meals or a few moments when Erestor purposefully invented some obscure reason to seek Glorfindel at the training grounds. Every time he looked into the eyes that shone with the light of Valinor or saw the brilliant smile that graced lips that were just asking to be kissed, or heard his name uttered by the voice that spoke directly to his groin, Erestor fell in love all over again. . Erestor desperately wanted to spend some time alone with Glorfindel, to ask if his feelings had a chance of being returned but the gatherings in the Hall of Fire left no time or privacy for a discussion of the soul deep love in his heart. Even when the revelry ended, the remainder of the Balrog slayer’s evenings were devoted to Elrond, the son of the child he had fought so bravely to keep safe. Nonetheless, even when Glorfindel was not in sight, Erestor believed he could feel the heat of a lover’s desire brushing against mind, filling his thoughts with misty images of ebony and gold entwined in the throes of passion, and his body with the tension of desire unfulfilled. Elrond’s chief advisor had always considered his ability to concentrate on his work to the exclusion of all else when necessary to be one of his strengths, and indeed such a trait had proven beneficial as Imladris grew and flourished. Today however, his yearning for completion was a distraction that was becoming increasingly harder to ignore and finally lead to the accidental destruction of a rare scroll. Elrond was prepared to overlook a few mistakes in letters that were written, and if he had to call Erestor’s name more than once to attract his attention, well the advisor did have much on his mind, but when, in his haste to assist Glorfindel find a book on Gondolin, he knocked his inkwell over and the black liquid soaked into the irreplaceable parchment, the master of Imladris could tolerate no more. As soon as Glorfindel left them alone, Elrond imposed on their friendship a little and pressed Erestor for a reason as to the cause of his distraction, but the wily advisor merely smiled enigmatically, said it was a private matter and offered no further explanation. That response alone was cause for concern to Elrond who wondered if the slightly flushed cheeks and the glittering eyes he had just noticed heralded some kind of malady despite knowing that illness was uncommon in Elves. Accordingly, Elrond suggested that his distracted friend take a few days rest, certain that this was the best course of action to advise when Erestor had made no protest about leaving work unfinished or in inept hands but simply nodded his acquiescence. The advisor then calmly set his desk in order and took his leave with a polite bow and a sigh of relief that the bulge in his leggings that resulted from Glorfindel’s mere presence in the library had remained undetected. Erestor was not an inexperienced lover, yet earlier that morning he made an interesting discovery when he overheard two of Glorfindel’s warriors extolling the erotic virtues of satin sheets. Recalling his last tryst of several centuries ago, he could well imagine the extra pleasure the slippery fabric would have given to his bed play with Haldir. A quick check of his well ordered inventories had revealed that he would find several sets of unused sheets at the bottom of the communal linen chest. Once retrieved, he had made his bed afresh and was now very pleased that he had taken the time to do so. As soon as he closed the door to his chamber, Erestor pulled off his robes, loosened the laces of his leggings and removed his aching hardness from its confines. Discarding the remainder of his clothing, Erestor closed his eyes and ran his hands slowly down his body, whimpering needfully when he imagined the tender touch was Glorfindel’s and not his own. He drew back the bedcovers, feeling positively decadent as he slipped his naked body between the sensuous coverings. The lightweight fabric drifted slowly down to encompass his exposed body making Erestor writhe wantonly beneath the feather like caresses that caused his skin to tingle. Seeking more contact, he pulled the top sheet taut across his naked chest at a point just below his nipples then ever so slowly drew it over the rough skin, then pulled it back down, repeating the action over and over again, eliciting a sensation not unlike that of the softest lick of a tongue. Each time he moved the sheet in this erotic manner, the friction against the tiny brown erections caused a hot shivers of lust to travel like wild fire to his engorged groin. Erestor bucked his hips slightly upwards and groaned loudly as the head of his cock pressed against the teasing tightness of the sheet that was quickly becoming moist from his weeping arousal. As his thrusting continued, Erestor could have sworn it was his lover’s breath he felt cooling the damp sheet that was now clinging to his cock. Knowing it was not was pure torment. By the Valar, how desperately he wanted Glorfindel right now! Needing more contact, he reached down beneath the sheets and took his hardness in hand and began stroking in a well practiced rhythm while massaging his full sac with the other. As his strokes became harder and faster, and his thrusts increasingly wanton, he reached up to pinch his nipples hard enough to make him cry out with a pain that only intensified his pleasure e as he impaled himself on his fingers, immediately hitting the small gland inside that sent him over the edge. At the height of his passion Erestor felt the distant echo of another’s equally intense and erotic completion and heard his beloved cry his name in the same heartbeat that he screamed ‘Glorfindel!’ and lost himself in the most intensely powerful release he had ever experienced. Tears of pure happiness filled his eyes as he realised that he had shared in something very special with his soul mate, for there was no longer any doubt that he and Glorfindel belonged together, and although his legs were still incredibly weak from his exertions and his heart was racing, Erestor waited not a moment more to seek out his beloved. Wearing naught but a hastily donned robe, barefoot and allowing his tangled hair to dance freely about his shoulders, the chief advisor ran through the passageways and out into the night, stopping only when strong arms held him close. Part III: The End of the Matter Glorfindel had drifted into a contented reverie and a final groan of pleasure escaped his lips as he recalled the image of a lustful Erestor screaming his name as he spilled his seed. It had only been a wishful fantasy at the height of his own passion or so Glorfindel had believed until he sensed his love’s need to for him, a need that echoed in his own heart When he heard the sound of someone running towards the glade, he knew it was none other than Erestor who approached and he did not even have the time to don his discarded clothes before his arms were full of the breathless and beautiful advisor. “Why are you here, Erestor?” Glorfindel asked as he loosened his hold slightly so that he could see the advisor’s face. He did not let go, nor did Erestor make any attempt to end the embrace. “In the glade? Or in your arms?” He asked with a brilliant smile that sent a stab of desire directly to Glorfindel’s groin causing him to breathe in sharply. “Both,” was all the reply the dry mouth could manage. “I am in the glade because we need to talk, and I am in your arms because this is where I belong,” Erestor answered honestly, tightening his possessive hold around the deliciously naked waist. “Aye you do” agreed Glorfindel returning the hug. “However, I must admit that unless I cover myself I am more likely to ravish you than to engage in conversation,” he teased playfully, already struggling to keep his member flaccid despite the feelings of desire caused by Erestor’s mere presence. “I certainly hope so.” Erestor’s response was delivered in an equally playful tone, but the huskiness in his voice spoke of his true feelings. Glorfindel was relieved to see Erestor’s mirthful eyes telling him he was experiencing the same difficulty and undoubtedly his robes already hid a rock hard arousal. Spotting the errant leggings in the grass, the advisor picked them up and handed the crumpled garment to the grateful Balrog slayer who finished dressing then sat down, indicating with a gesture that Erestor should do likewise. Elrond’s advisor was well accustomed to speaking about matters of a delicate nature even to perfect strangers when required and this time was no different. “Glorfindel, do you believe in love at first sight? That you will know your soul mate the moment you meet?” Erestor asked, watching his companion’s reaction closely, relieved to see the recognition of the feeling in the captivating blue eyes. “I have seen it happen occasionally, and as romantic as it is, since my rebirth I find myself wishing for a long, slow courtship,” Glorfindel replied. Erestor was overcome with sorrow at such a casual reminder of his love’s death, but even more heartbreaking was the implication that he had misinterpreted Glorfindel’s feelings towards him. Perhaps he had just shared a sexual fantasy with the Balrog slayer that was nothing more than a pleasantly erotic dream. “What of you, Erestor? Tell me, have you not met the one to whom you would give your heart in eternal love? Who would be so much a part of you that you could feel his pleasure from afar, who could feel yours?” Glorfindel asked his voice sultry as his body felt the echoes of his recent pleasuring. He was not gifted with far sight, but the light of Valinor burned brightly in the ancient elf and he suddenly understood the reason for the question and the fear of rejection he sensed in his soul mate’s heart. Soul mate? Aye, there was no point in denying the obvious. “You felt it too?” Erestor asked, feeling his heart began to race as Glorfindel lifted the hand he held to his lips and softly kissed the palm. “Aye, how could I not enjoy the pleasures felt by the other half of my soul, for that is who you are, my beloved Erestor.” Glorfindel admitted. “As you are mine, dear Glorfindel,” Erestor replied as he entwined his fingers with Glorfindel’s and stood up, drawing his love into a tender embrace. Blue eyes filled with love and need as silky strands of midnight black hair tickled the bare chest revealed by the unbuttoned shirt. His exposed nipple tingled with pleasure when he felt the warm breath caress it and “I love you,” was whispered against his rapidly beating heart. Glorfindel crushed his beloved close, and then a single finger tenderly tilted the pale face upwards, dark eyes filled with eager anticipation for the kiss. “I love you too,” Glorfindel murmured against the soft lips before he claimed them with ever increasing ardour as the fires of passion burned in their blood. More than willing to permit his lover to dominate their first of many kisses, Erestor allowed the insistent tongue to plunder his mouth, savouring the sweetness of the new taste. When they were reluctantly forced apart to catch their breath, Glorfindel growled with displeasure when his lover moved out of his arms. “Shall we stop now and continue with a proper courtship?” Erestor asked in all sincerity. He truly wanted nothing more than to make Glorfindel happy, and if it meant taking their relationship slower, then so be it. Glorfindel responded wordlessly, almost ripping his shirt and leggings in his haste to remove his clothes, all thoughts of an extended courtship vanishing from his mind when the advisor slowly removed his robes to reveal his own nakedness beneath. Eyes darkened with lust followed the erotic movement of the hand that Erestor slowly ran down his pale body, coming to rest around the fully aroused member. “Do you want me to touch you like this or shall I pleasure myself for you?” he whispered seductively, moving to stand close enough to allow their arousals to rub against each other. “Do with me as you will, but I want to be the only one who makes you cry my name,” Glorfindel said as he grabbed his tormentor’s hips and held them as he writhed against them, whimpering needfully as the silky shafts slipped up and down with increasing fervour. Pulling Glorfindel to the ground, Erestor settled between his legs and continued the assault on his lover’s body. Lips were again claimed in bruising kisses, tongues took turns at possessing moist mouths before moving to lick more sensitive areas. Hands eagerly explored naked flesh wherever it could be found, delving into tighter places as the need to possess each other burst into flames of intense passion. Needful moan, lusty grunts and soft whimpers were the only words of love needed, until Erestor screamed his need. “Take me hard and fast… NOW!” he cried as he turned and raised himself on his hands and knees, spreading his legs wide as he offered his body to his lover. ”I do not want to hurt you,” protested Glorfindel as he used the clear fluid that now covered their weeping arousals to coat his fingers. “You will if you refuse what my body craves from you, please Glorfindel. do not make me wait any longer,” Erestor replied lustfully. “Anything for you, my love,” Glorfindel replied as he slowly began preparing his lover with a single digit. Not satisfied with that, an impatient Erestor took Glorfindel’s hand, held three of his fingers together and forced them into his opening, almost undoing Glorfindel with the single erotic act. “Now ride me hard,” Erestor demanded as the fingers were removed. Aroused b almost beyond his own endurance, and without further protest, Glorfindel drove hard and fast into the tight opening, sheathing his aching hardness to the full. Every thrust that brushed over the spot causing Erestor to cry out in pleasure was rewarded with a tightening of his passage around the hard length. It was an exquisitely carnal sensation that drove Glorfindel to new heights of ecstasy for not only could he feel the moist, hotness that gripped his shaft, but he felt an echo of the sensation he was giving Erestor. “I feel it too, heart of my heart,” whispered Erestor’s voice in his answering the question he had not needed to speak out loud. “Then come with me, soul of my soul,” Glorfindel moaned, reaching around to grip the hand that was rapidly stroking its steel hard cock, he made a final deep thrust into his lover that sent them both over the edge into completion as, now forever joined in body, heart and soul, they screamed each other’s names into the night. .