Title: None Other
Author: Lyric (lyricoflorien@hotmail.com)
Rating: High R to NC-17
Warnings: Angst, adultery
Pairings: Glorfindel/Erestor, Glorfindel/Haldir
Summary: And to you and only you I give myself, body and soul, for now 
unto the ending of this world, we are two as one, and none other shall 
partake of our love.
A/N: Normally I don’t write this sort of Fanfiction, as I believe Fanfiction 
should for the most part make you happy, but who am I to disobey a plot 
bunny?
	
	Erestor shivered, couldn’t stopped shivering. It was over for him. 
All he could do was wait.
	
	“Haldir,” gasped Glorfindel, trailing a hand down the Guardian’s 
strong back as Haldir gently bit his neck, and arching up like a pleased 
cat.
	
	It shouldn’t end like this. He deserved more than this. He, warrior 
and chief advisor of Imladris, should not be left to this fate.
	
	“Glorfindel,” said Haldir wantonly in return. The Lórien Elf slid 
down the Elda’s toned body and rubbed feverishly against him, the friction 
of slick skin and tangling limbs causing the sweat to drip down into the 
clandestine adulterous depths of darkness between them.
	
	At least he would survive. Most Elves were not so lucky. Elven 
love is a terrible thing to forsake, and an Elven binding is a terrible thing 
to break.
	
	“Take me,” murmured Glorfindel, “Take me, please. Make love to 
me.” 
	
	“Yes,” Haldir groaned, and knelt between Glorfindel’s spread 
legs.
	
	He had lost his pride, but no, he would not lose his life. He had 
heard the whispers, seen the other’s turn their gazes away in pity as he 
passed, felt the glares that were centred on his husband. And soon Erestor 
would feel the final, horrible rupture in his marriage.
	
	Gently working one oil coated finger into Glorfindel’s tight but 
willing body, Haldir ran his tongue once up the other’s arousal. The light 
of the dying candles gave the room a sinfully red glow, the shadows of the 
flames beating against the Elves’ skin  violently but helplessly, as if in 
nature’s last desperate attempt to save what was once one of history’s 
most torrid loves.
	
	 The desire to save himself from what he knew was coming warred 
with reality in a tired battle, more for the sake of saying one fought then 
actually winning the spoils. Erestor would antagonize internally over 
whatever his fault could be in this no more; the topic was long since 
exhausted. He had been the best Elf he could be. It was enough for him, 
for his friends, for his family, for everyone who knew him.
	
	Both cried out sharply as Haldir slid inside the pulsing heat.
	
	But it wasn’t enough for Glorfindel.
	
	“Harder,” Glorfindel demanded ardently, and the other complied..
	
	Almost there. The time had almost come. Erestor’s stomach was in 
a convoluted knot, and he breathed deeply in an attempt to calm himself. 
	
	Haldir’s breath hitched, and he moaned as he moved in and out of 
Glorfindel in the ancient and sinuous rhythm of sex, and Glorfindel 
moaned with him.
	
	The first spasm came unexpected, a small sting in his sternum. 
Erestor readied himself, clutching a pillow to him tightly, and knew that it 
was time.
	
	“So…close…” said Haldir hungrily, and Glorfindel nodded his 
agreement. Their ecstasy spiralled upwards unendingly, through space 
and time, and into eternity, where things were changed and the universe 
grew.
	
	Panting harshly, Erestor was seized with a panic unlike no other 
that suffocated him brutally.
	
	“Haldir!”
	
	“Glorfindel!”
	
	The sensations rolled over them in thick stifling waves, but with it 
there came a roar, and that roar became more Elven and more sickened, 
until the roar became a scream.
	
	Erestor was screaming. Screaming and screaming out his 
frustration and despair and love, and screaming out the frightful pain that 
overtook his chest and threatened to send him into blackness. The severity 
of what had just happened filled his mind until it was all too much, and he 
fainted, falling into a state of unconscious rest where everything was as it 
should have been.   
	
	“Glorfindel…” said Haldir in horror, pulling out of the other in 
fear and rearing back to look at his bed partner. “Glorfindel, what have 
you done?” The other did not respond, and Haldir shook the Elda 
aggressively. “Oh Elbereth…Oh Elbereth…You must have killed…” He 
faded off, and drew back in horror, rising from the bed and pulling on his 
clothes hurriedly.
	
	“How could you have done this? I had no idea you were 
bound…Who was it Glorfindel?” he demanded, rage overtaking him. 
Glorfindel began to sob, great hoarse heaves that made his whole body 
rock. Haldir slapped him. “Who was it?” Again, Glorfindel did not 
answer, just wept bitterly.
	
	“You disgust me,” he heard, and the door slammed and shook in 
its hinges as Haldir bolted from the room, all thoughts of their lovemaking 
forgotten. Glorfindel considered to sob, then he leant over the side of the 
bed and retched until there was nothing more left to give.
	
	“Erestor,” he choked, “Erestor, I’m sorry.”
	
	Erestor lay on his bed, unconsciousness having given way to deep 
sleep, and dreamt of strong arms, and azure eyes, and red lips vowing in 
ceremony “And to you and only you I give myself, body and soul, for now 
unto the ending of this world, we are two as one, and none other shall 
partake of our love.”