Title: One Year, part 8/8
Author: Silidir (catorra666@hotmail.com)
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Genre: Romance, fluff
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash (oh really?), A little hard time for Erestor
Beta: Oli (Thank you very much!)
Summary: This is written from a plotbunny:

Erestor/Glorfindel. Old, grumpy Erestor lives only for his work and claims not to have time for 
deep friendship or even love. He hides behind sarcasm and arguments because he doesn´t 
want to let anyone know how shy he really is. One evening during a festival (which he has 
prepared but doesn´t want to attend) he has an accident in his bathing chamber and ends up 
in the Halls of Waiting. (drowning, hitting his head etc) Namo isn´t very happy about the fact 
that Erestor is in his halls and he gives him one last chance: he will return to the living on one 
condition: If he´s able to find a loving mate during one year and binds his soul to said mate, 
he´ll be allowed to stay alive. If he´s unable to approach someone he has to return to the 
Halls of Waiting. Shy Erestor has a big problem now. How can he find a mate in one year? You 
can choose if you want a happy ending or not. But I would like some fluff in the story, please!!

I wanted a happy end. And I truly hope you like this Orleans!

PART EIGHT

   Erestor had retiled early and was walking down the corridor when he saw a flash of golden 
hair. And then Glorfindel was in front of him. The councillor was surprised when Glorfindel 
threw him over his shoulder and started to walk to the councillor’s rooms. Erestor was 
dumbfounded and when he realised that he was in his own room he tried to escape, but the 
captain was faster. Glorfindel had a tight hold on Erestor.

   “Why didn’t you tell us?” Glorfindel demanded to know.

   “It is not your business, you have overstepped your boundaries!” Erestor said with a cold 
voice. He rose his head so that he could cast an annoyed stare on Glorfindel, but because the 
captain had bowed his head to smell Erestor’s spicy scent, their lips touched. 

   Glorfindel exploited this immediately, he deepened the kiss and felt how Erestor’s resistance 
grew weaker. The councillor’s hands rose just to take their place around the captain’s neck. 
They departed when the need of breathing came too much. 

   “Glorfindel… I…”

   “You are mine, my beautiful little slave…” Glorfindel whispered gently and opened the black 
robe. It pooled on the floor in a flutter of soft silk. Erestor was in flames. He didn’t know what 
to expect but he wanted to be touched like this. Glorfindels lips travelled down Erestors neck, 
eager to explore more of this delicate skin. Somehow they managed to go to the bed, and 
looked at each other, like they were trying to decide something. Erestor gasped when 
Glorfindel pressed his arousal against the councillor’s. 

    “Please, Glorfindel, stop…” Erestor pleaded.

   “I can’t. I love you too much to let you waste your life because of shyness”, Glorfindel smiled 
and kissed again the dumbfounded councillor. Erestor let Glorfindel to undress him and closed 
his eyes. 

   “Don’t close your eyes, my beloved”, Glorfindel whispered looking at that naked slender 
frame again. “You are truly beautiful.”

   “I don’t want this to be because of pity, Glorfindel… I have not taken lovers…” A finger 
sealed Erestor’s lips.

   “This is not pity, and I do not take a lover, my dear. I am taking a husband”, Glorfindel said 
firmly. Erestor’s eyes went wild. “I know you are virgin”, Glorfindel continued. “And in other 
time I would have loved to woo you in proper way. But now we don’t have time for that. I love 
you Erestor, with all my heart and soul, and I want to take you as my mate. Will you let me?”

   Erestor didn’t trust his voice. He looked at Glorfindel’s bright blue eyes which shone like the 
sky. The counsillor saw love and tenderness, mischievous and playfulness. He knew his heart 
beat faster around Glorfindel and suddenly Erestor shyly touched one golden tress. Glorfindel 
saw, for his joy, how Erestor’s aloof look broke and those almond like eyes looked up carefully, 
full of love. A gentle smile formed on those soft lips.

   “I take that as yes?” Glorfindel asked with a husky voice, not believing the change that had 
gone through the councillor. Erestor swallowed and nodded. Glorfindel kissed his future 
husband with the passion he felt and was blissful, when Erestor kissed him back. They broke 
up and Glorfindel’s lips travelled along the soft skin. The black haired elf made a few gasps 
before he moaned. The captain was thrilled. He licked wickedly the dark nibbles and was 
delighted when he saw that Erestor had kept the golden ring in his left nibble. It was so erotic, 
Glorfindel thought. He felt fingers in his hair, pushing him down. And he obeyed. Glorfindel 
kissed Erestor’s aching length and watched how the councillor wriggled on the bed.

   “I hope you have some oil, darling?” Glorfindel whispered. Erestor nodded a little 
questioningly and pointed on the night desk. Glorfindel smiled and took the lotion but his eyes 
never left the councillor’s body. He kissed Erestor, a slow and promising kiss, and at same 
time he took some of the soft lotion on his fingers. Erestor spread his legs giving Glorfindel 
room to do what he wanted. 

   Erestor whimpered when the first finger were pushed in. He had seen that Glorfindel was 
well endowed and the dark elf couldn’t understand how that thing would fit in. The captain 
smiled gently and kissed him deeply. It was an excellent disruption and helped Erestor to 
relax. Glorfindel took his time to prepare his future mate. Erestor melted under his knowing 
touch and begged for something he had no idea of.

    “I am so sorry, my beautiful husband to be, but this will hurt you. We just don’t have 
time…” Glorfindel whispered.

   “I know it”, came a whispered voice and Glorfindel looked at Erestor. “I love you…”

   “I will go on at first…”

   Erestor swallowed when he looked at Glorfindel’s strong body over him, golden tresses 
flowing down like the waterfalls of Ilmadris. The captain had a few scars but they just made 
the warrior to his own person. Glorfindel smiled before he started the one of the oldest 
traditions among the elves.

   “In front of the Valar, I, Glorfindel of Gondolin and now of Ilmadris, take you Erestor of 
Ilmadris as my beloved husband. I bind my soul and my heart to your soul and your heart, 
and from now on, my body belongs only to you.”

    Erestor’s voice trembled.

   “In front of the Valar, I, Erestor of Lindon and now of Ilmadris, take you Glorfindel of 
Ilmadris as my beloved husband…” Erestor gasped when Glorfindel entered him. The 
councillor’s face betrayed the pain he felt and for a moment he could do nothing but just 
breath steadily. Glorfindel closed his eyes for pure bliss, the tight velvet warmth was almost 
too much to bear. He opened his eyes, they had only a few minutes left. The captain’s lips 
touched the councillor’s lips and his keen hearing barely heard the whispered words:
“I bind my soul and my heart to your soul and your heart, and from now on, my body belongs 
only to you.”

    The world around them dissipated and for a moment there was nothing but the two of 
them. 

    Glorfindel withdrew only to push back. He wanted this moment to continue forever, but 
when the first broken groan suddenly left from Erestor’s lips, Glorfindel knew they would not 
bear for long. The speed quickened and moans and cries filled the air. Erestor was lost when 
he felt fingers rubbing his weeping member. With a hoarse cry Erestor let go, and the feel of 
his husbands uncontrolled contracting around his length, Glorfindel gladly followed.

***


   Ilmadris was beautiful as always. Elrond returned happily to his own realm, even if the 
celebrations had been quite a show. His sons rode right behind him when they finally reached 
the country yard. Everyone stopped like they had been hit. On the main stairs stood the 
grumpy and aloof chief councillor Erestor, wearing only a dark red loose-fitting tunic and tight 
black trousers. He had bound the tunic on his waist with a thin golden chain and his hair, 
shining like silk, floated freely in the wind and he smiled to his dumbfounded lord. 

   “Welcome back, my Lord”, said Erestor with a little bow. 

   “Valar! What has got into you?” Elrond was amazed, this Erestor was a little imp. But as the 
lord of this land, he sensed that Erestor was already bound. Glorfindel stepped onto the stairs 
and walked to Erestor’s side, wrapping his arm around the councillor. Erestor smiled 
mischievously to his husband. Finally, the realisation sunk in and the elves started to smile. 
Then they cheered when Glorfindel captured Erestor’s lips in a gentle kiss. 

   “Hopefully, I…” Glorfindel whispered against Erestor’s soft lips. “And soon, my beloved.”


~Fin~