Title: Snowstorm
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating:  NC-17
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine.  Master Tolkien owns it all.  I promise to return his 
elves when I’m done playing with them.  
Warning:  AU. .  Excessive sweetness, fluffiness and romance.  
Summary:   Glorfindel and a wounded Erestor are caught in a snowstorm on their 
way home from Mirkwood.
A/N: For Chloe Amethyst, who gave me this little plot bunny….



They had managed to make it over the highest passes of the Misty Mountains 
before the full force of the snowstorm hit.  Winter was coming unexpectedly early 
to the mountains.  “Erestor, we must keep going,” Glorfindel yelled over the 
brutal wind, even though they rode closely together, side by side.  “Can you make 
it until we find shelter?”  Erestor nodded, his face barely visible around the cloak 
hood pulled over his head.  

Glorfindel grimaced at the councilor’s wounded thigh.  Blood was seeping 
through the bandages they had hastily tied around it to staunch the bleeding, and 
if Glorfindel hadn’t already known the blade had been poisoned, the sweat 
pouring off Erestor’s face in the bitter cold would have told him.  Returning from 
a diplomatic mission in Mirkwood, the two had encountered a small group of 
Orcs.  They had dealt with the foul creatures, but Erestor had been wounded in the 
process.  With only the two of them, they had to leave the area quickly, not 
knowing how many more Orcs there were, and now they had the early snowstorm 
to deal with.

“There is a cabin the border patrol uses a few hours from here.  Hold on, Erestor.  
Just hold on.”  There was no way they could even stop in this storm for him to 
locate more healing herbs in his pack.  The wind would tear anything out of his 
hands.  It was better to just keep moving.

Two hours later, Erestor was swaying, barely maintaining his hold on the horse.  
Glorfindel reached over and dragged his friend from his mount, finally managing 
to get the councilor in front of him on Asfaloth.  He quickly tied the reins of the 
riderless horse to his saddle, fearful that the animal would be lost in the blinding 
storm.  Holding tightly onto Erestor, they slowly trudged on.  Glorfindel would 
not stop; it didn’t matter if it was day or night, as he couldn’t see in the storm 
anyway.  He had to get Erestor to shelter.

Glorfindel estimated it was sometime shortly after dawn when he finally spotted 
the cabin, already half buried in the snow. Erestor had lost consciousness several 
hours ago, and he sighed in relief at the sight.  With any luck, the cabin and its 
small attached stable would be stocked with supplies.   At least it would give them 
shelter from the storm and allow him to take care of Erestor’s wound.

Finally reaching the cabin, he draped Erestor over the horse and jumped down.  
Hurriedly opening the stable door, he led the horses in.  He pulled Erestor into his 
arms, telling the horses, “I will return soon to care for you, my friends, but I must 
take care of Erestor first.”  Asfaloth snorted in agreement, as Erestor’s black 
stallion nudged his master with his nose.  “I will take care of him, Durion, I 
promise.  I will return.”

Glorfindel carried Erestor through a small door into the adjoining cabin.  He laid 
Erestor on the bed, quickly removed the councilor’s wet cloak, and covered him 
with a warm blanket.  He looked around the small room and started opening 
cupboards and chests.  There were healing supplies, dried meat, dried fruits and 
vegetables, grains for porridge and breads, honey, herbs for tea, more blankets, 
and clothing.  Sending a silent thank you to the elves who had last stocked the 
cabin, he started a fire blazing in the fireplace, then grabbed a kettle for heating 
water and a large cooking pot.  Snow was piled against the cabin door and he 
could not push it open.  Luckily, the stable was on higher ground, so he ran back 
through the stable door to fill them both with fresh fallen snow.

Returning to the cabin, he placed the kettle on the large hook over the fire.  
Emptying some of the snow from the pot into a bowl, he placed both the bowl and 
the pot in front of the fire.  He would find another pot to cook Erestor a hot broth 
later, but first he had to treat his wound.  The healing herbs in their packs were 
fresher than those in the cabin, so he returned to the horses.  After unfastening 
their packs, he quickly removed the horses’ saddles and gear, tossing them aside 
for now, and uncovered some hay for the animals.  Grabbing their packs, he ran 
back to the cabin.

Emptying the contacts of his pack on the table, he found the herbs he was looking 
for.  The snow in the bowl had melted, so he added some hot water from the kettle 
and healing herbs.  More herbs went into a cup with hot water to steep, and 
another handful into a separate bowl with a little water to moisten them.  He 
moved all of his bowls and cups to the stand next to Erestor’s bed, along with his 
knife, fresh bandages, and washing cloths.  

Using his knife, he cut away the old bandage on Erestor’s thigh, then cut away the 
legging, exposing the ugly wound.  He dipped a cloth into the water with the 
herbs, and working as carefully as he could, cleaned the wound until all he could 
see was raw flesh and fresh bleeding.  Retrieving a needle and thread from his 
pack, he carefully stitched the gaping cut closed, grateful his friend was still 
unconscious.  He took the herbs he had moistened with water and packed them 
onto the wound, then bound it with clean bandages.  

Erestor was burning with fever, so Glorfindel removed the remainder of his 
clothing and gently washed his friend’s body with cool, herb-laced water.  He 
wanted Erestor to drink the tea he had made, but that was impossible until he 
woke.  All he could do now was watch the councilor carefully and make him as 
comfortable as he could.  And wait.  He wrapped Erestor in warm blankets, and 
set the tea next to the fire to keep warm.  

Glorfindel tidied away his healing supplies, dumping the used water in the privy, 
which thankfully connected to the cabin through a small hallway.  He found a 
smaller cooking pot, filled it with the melting snow from the large pot, added 
dried meat and vegetables to make a broth, and hung it over the fire to cook.  
Taking the large pot he returned to the stable.  He filled the horses’ trough with 
the water left in the pot, then refilled it with fresh snow.  After rubbing down 
Asfaloth and Durion and making sure they had enough hay and water, he took the 
pot and returned to the cabin.  

He removed his wet clothing and put on a clean tunic and leggings from his pack.  
He rummaged through Erestor’s pack and found fresh clothing for him, leaving it 
on the table.  After laying their wet clothing out to dry before the fire, he wearily 
collapsed onto the bed next to Erestor, falling almost immediately into an 
exhausted sleep.

~~~*~~~

Glorfindel awoke the instant he heard Erestor’s moan.  The councilor was still 
unconscious and burning with fever.  He ran to the fire and grabbed the cup of tea.  
Returning to the bed, he set the cup down on the stand and pulled his friend into a 
sitting position, holding him up with an arm wrapped around him.  “Erestor, you 
must wake up now.  Do you hear me?  You must wake and drink this tea.  Wake 
now.”

Erestor mumbled something unintelligible as Glorfindel took the cup and raised it 
to his lips.  “Drink, Erestor.  You were wounded with a poisoned blade, my 
friend.  You must drink.”  He kept talking and telling Erestor to wake, resisting 
the urge to shake him.  Slowly, little by little, he managed to get most of the tea 
down his friend.  Setting the cup aside, he gently laid Erestor back down and 
tucked the blankets around him.

One cup was good, but Erestor needed much more.  He would just have to wake 
him every hour or so and get more down him.  He prepared more tea to steep, 
stirred the soup bubbling over the fire, and pulling a chair next to the bed, sat 
down to wait.  Erestor’s sleep was now restless, and he would mumble something 
Glorfindel couldn’t understand every so often.  

Glorfindel decided he would not wait an hour.  As soon as the tea had steeped, he 
would try again.  He would not lose Erestor.  The two had been close friends for 
over two millennia, and he could not imagine his life without Erestor in it.  

Only Elrond really understood the relationship between his Chief Councilor and 
the Captain of his guards.  Most of the others saw only a sharp-tongued advisor 
and a warrior who was full of life, poking fun at each other and trying to slay each 
other with their words.  Two tall elves, matched in wit and intelligence, one light 
and one dark. 

Few others even knew of the late nights they spent sitting in each other’s 
company, sometimes talking or reading to each other, sometimes crouched over a 
game of chess, and sometimes simply sitting with the other in silence.  Only 
Elrond knew of the hug Glorfindel would give the councilor when he left on 
patrol, and the hug Erestor always greeted the warrior with when he returned.  In 
the beginning, Glorfindel had wondered if Erestor was attracted to him, but the 
councilor had never shown any interest beyond companionship, and so their 
relationship had grown into one of deep friendship.  

No, he would not lose Erestor to this.  He refused to.  He rose to get the tea, and 
once again managed to get more of it down Erestor.  Laying his friend back down, 
he removed the blankets and again wiped the sweating face and body down with 
cool water and herbs, then tenderly tucked the blankets back around him.  

Erestor trashed and mumbled, so Glorfindel sat next to him, stroking his forehead 
or his hair, and finally pulled the delirious elf into his arms to hold him against his 
chest.  Erestor mumbled something that sounded like “why…why”.

“Shhh…It is all right now, Erestor.  I have you, dear friend. I will take care of 
you,” Glorfindel whispered.

“Why…can’t he… love…me,” Erestor mumbled.  “He does not… love 
me…loved him…for so long…why?”

Erestor was in love with someone?  How could he not know that?  And who was 
it?  Suddenly the thought of Erestor loving someone else, someone he would be 
closer with than himself nearly panicked the warrior, and he felt a pain in his 
chest.  He could lose his dearest friend to someone else, and there would be no 
more late nights filled with his companionship.  But he was being selfish and he 
knew it.  Erestor’s happiness had to come first.  Glorfindel would make sure he 
survived the poison, and would help him when they returned home.  Maybe he 
could even intercede with this other elf for him.  But first he had to find out who it 
was.  Erestor had never hinted that he was in love, so Glorfindel realized if he 
didn’t find out now, he never would.

“Who is it that you love, dear friend?  Who is it that does not love you?  Tell me,” 
he whispered.

“Never…sees… my love…why can’t he… love me?”

“Who is it, Erestor?  Tell me who it is you love.”

“Glor…fin…del.”

Was Erestor simply saying his name?  Or was he saying he loved him?  
Glorfindel asked again, “Tell me who you love, Erestor,” and held his breath.

“Love…Glor…fin…del…Why doesn’t… he… love me?  Loved him…so long.  
He…never sees…I love him.  Why… can’t he… see?”

Glorfindel drew in a sharp, shocked breath.  He was a fool.  “He sees now, dear 
friend, he sees now,” the warrior whispered, and swallowed a lump in his throat.  
He had been a blind fool.  He should have acted on his feelings millennia ago 
when he first thought Erestor was attracted to him.  Instead, he had pushed his 
feelings aside, along with his own attraction for his darkling friend.  They could 
have been together all these years, and instead he had made his dearest friend 
suffer the loneliness of unrequited love.  “I promise you, Erestor, he sees now.  
And he loves you.  I think he has always loved you.”  Tears of regret spilled from 
his eyes.  “Forgive me, Erestor.  Forgive me.  The pain I have caused you.  
Forgive my blindness.  I love you, Erestor.  I love you,” he whispered, sobbing 
into Erestor’s dark hair.

 Glorfindel continued to hold Erestor close, his tears falling on the dark head.  
Finally he drew a deep breath and raised his head.  This was not going to help 
Erestor, and it was time for more tea.  He gently laid Erestor back down on the 
bed, kissed his brow softly, and went to fix more tea.  

Again and again he coaxed more tea into Erestor.  He carried his delirious love to 
the privy and helped him relieve himself.  He got him to take a few spoonfuls of 
the hot broth and more tea, and bathed his body once again.  The routine 
continued for the rest of the day and night, and half of the next day before the 
fever finally broke.

When Erestor finally lay in a deep healing sleep, Glorfindel filled a bowl with the 
rich, thick broth.  The dried meat and vegetables had dissolved into the broth.  He 
broke some dried crackers he found in the cabin into the broth, and sat at the table 
where he could watch the bed.  He had taken nothing for himself for nearly two 
days, and was starving.  After he ate, he checked on the horses, then lay beside 
Erestor, holding him in his arms, and fell into an exhausted sleep.

~~~*~~~
Erestor groaned as he slowly awoke.  His thigh was painful and throbbed.  A 
gentle hand moved his hair from his face, and he looked up into the blue eyes he 
so loved.  “Where are we, Glorfindel?  What happened?  The storm…” His voice 
was weak and shaky.

“We are in a cabin that our patrols use, and the horses are safe in the stable.  You 
have been delirious with fever for nearly two days.  Oh, Erestor, I thought I would 
lose you.  The poison…” Tears began to pool in Glorfindel’s eyes.  “Thank the 
Valar, you are recovering now.”

Erestor reached a hand up to touch Glorfindel’s face.  “Why do you weep?” he 
whispered.

“I nearly lost you, Erestor.  I…I have not had much sleep.  It is nothing, dear 
friend.”  He smiled down at Erestor.  Now was not the time to tell Erestor what he 
had said in his delirium.  “How do you feel?  Are you in pain?”

Erestor nodded.  “My leg hurts…throbs.  I need to go and relieve myself, and I 
am very thirsty…and hungry.”

Glorfindel reached for the glass of water he had left on the stand.  “Have a drink 
first, then I will help you to the privy.  I have some soup waiting for you – very 
good soup, if I do say so myself.  Then we must check how your leg is healing.”

Erestor drank the entire glass of water thirstily.  “I do not think I can walk, 
Glorfindel.”

“You do not have to.”  He pulled the blanket around Erestor.  Picking his soon-to-
be-lover up in his arms, he carried him to the privy.  “I will hold you, don’t 
worry,” he said, as he slowly set Erestor on his feet and held him firmly, arms 
around his chest.  

When they had finished, he carried Erestor back to the bed, arranging pillows and 
blankets behind him so he could sit up, and covering him warmly with blankets 
again.  “I have herbs for your pain, Erestor, but I am afraid they will put you to 
sleep, and you need to eat to regain your strength.”

“I can bear the pain, my friend.  And I am very hungry.”

Glorfindel fixed a bowl of the soup for Erestor, taking lembas from his pack and 
breaking the way bread into it.  Erestor needed the strength it would provide.  He 
sat on the bed and lifted the spoon to the councilor’s mouth.

Erestor opened his mouth and swallowed the soup.  “Hmmm…good.  But if you 
give me the bowl, I can feed myself.”

“No, you can’t.  You are still too weak.  But I will let you take the spoon while I 
hold the bowl for you.”  Glorfindel grinned.  “I told you it was good,”

Erestor took the spoon, and quickly emptied the bowl.  Sighing, he laid back on 
his stack of pillows and blankets.  “Thank you, Glorfindel, for…everything.  You 
are a wonderful friend, and I do not know what I would do without you right 
now.”

Glorfindel leaned over and kissed Erestor chastely on the brow.  “You are very 
dear to me, Erestor,” he whispered.  “Now let me get your tea.”

Erestor watched Glorfindel as he brewed a cup of tea and added honey from a 
cupboard.  He thanked the Valar for the gift of their friendship.  It was all right if 
Glorfindel didn’t love him as a lover, as long as he loved him as a friend.  It was 
enough, and Erestor was grateful for that.

Glorfindel allowed the tea to cool a little while he fixed a new batch of herbs for 
Erestor’s leg and got out their healing supplies.  He set everything he needed on 
the stand, then sat next to Erestor.  “Drink the tea before I start on your leg, my 
friend.”  He handed the cup to Erestor and watched carefully to make sure he 
could hold it steady.

Erestor handed the cup back to Glorfindel and nodded for him to start.  Glorfindel 
slid a towel under the councilor’s thigh, then cut the bandages away.  He gently 
removed most of the dried herbs, then used a wet cloth to clean the wound.  “It 
looks good, Erestor.  I think I got the poison out of it.  It is even beginning to 
close.”

Erestor looked down at his leg.  “You stitched it.”  

“I did not want you to have a bad scar.  Not as good as Elrond’s stitching, but it 
will do.”

“It will do very well, Glorfindel.  Thank you,” Erestor replied softly.

Glorfindel smiled, and took up the fresh herb paste he had made.  He gently 
spread it over the wound, and wrapped the thigh with fresh bandages.  “All done.”  
Erestor was beginning to nod off.  Glorfindel gently removed the extra pillows 
and blankets from behind Erestor so he could lie down, and drew the blankets up 
over him.  

“Will you come and sleep beside me, Glorfindel?  We can keep each other warm, 
and you need to rest now as well.”  Erestor could hear the wind still howling its 
fury outside the cabin.  

“Of course I will.  I just need to make sure the horses are well, and it is warm 
enough in the stable for them.  Rest now.  Sleep.”  He kissed Erestor chastely on 
the cheek and left to see to the horses.

Snow was drifting in through the crack in the stable door, so he piled hay against 
it to help keep the cold out.  He took blankets and covered the horses’ backs with 
them.  “I am sorry I did not do that last night, my friends, but I could not think of 
anything but Erestor.  He left the door to the cabin open so some of the heat from 
the fire would find its way into the stable.

He was hungry again, so he quickly ate a bowl of the soup before adding more 
water, dried meat and vegetables to the soup pot to cook overnight.  He found 
dried fruit, and put it in water to soak overnight and soften.  In the morning he 
would add honey and cook the fruit in porridge for Erestor’s breakfast.  

Finally done, he removed all of his clothing except for his loincloth, and crawled 
into bed beside Erestor.  Gathering the sleeping elf in his arms, he drifted off into 
a peaceful sleep.  

~~~*~~~
Erestor awoke just after dawn feeling warm and comfortable.  The wind was still 
howling outside, and he could see snow still falling heavily outside the windows.  
The fire was lower, but still burned.  And Glorfindel was curled up behind him, 
holding him close.  Moving carefully so he did not disturb the still sleeping elf or 
make his thigh start throbbing again, he rolled over in Glorfindel’s arms until he 
was facing his warrior friend.  Deeply breathing in the scent of the elf he had 
loved from the first moment they met, he rested his head on the strong shoulder, 
and slept once more.  

Glorfindel had woken when Erestor moved, but stayed still, waiting to see what 
Erestor would do.  He smiled down at the sleeping elf, and gently stroked the dark 
head.  “I love you, Erestor,” he whispered, then joined his love in reverie once 
more.

~~~*~~~
When Erestor awoke again, he was alone in the bed, and Glorfindel was bent over 
in front of the fireplace, stirring something in a small cooking pot with a long 
wooden spoon in one hand and holding his golden mane out of the fire with the 
other.  “Glorfindel?” Erestor called softly.  “What are you doing?”

“Making your breakfast, my love.”

Erestor didn’t answer and Glorfindel suddenly realized what he had just said.  He 
slowly stood up and turned to face the bed.  Erestor’s face bore a shocked look.  
He placed the spoon on the table and went to the bed to kneel beside it.  Taking 
Erestor’s hands into his own, he said, “Forgive me, Erestor.  I did not mean to tell 
you like that.  I have been thinking of you as my love, you see, and it just came 
out.  I love you, Erestor.  I am sorry it took me so long to see.  Can you forgive 
this foolish elf, my love?  Will you let me love you and love me in return, 
forever?”

Erestor nodded and tears began to run down his face.  He must still be dreaming.  
This could not be real.  He would wake and find once again that it was all a 
dream, like he had hundreds of times before.

Glorfindel wrapped his arms around Erestor.  “Do not cry, my love.”  He softly 
kissed the tears away.  “Please, do not cry.  I love you, sweetheart.”

“Dream…”

“No, my love.  No dream.  You are awake and I am real.”  He kissed Erestor’s 
lips gently.  “Did that feel like a dream?  Or this?”  Lowering his head, he 
captured Erestor’s mouth with his own, running his tongue over the sweet lips.  

Erestor moaned and wound his arms around the golden elf as his tongue sought 
Glorfindel’s and lured it into his mouth.  

Glorfindel moaned in answer as he deepened the kiss.  Their tongues fought for 
dominance and his body was telling him just how good kissing Erestor was.  How 
had he not seen this love just waiting for him for so long?  Ending the kiss to 
breathe, he cradled Erestor’s head on his shoulder.

Erestor raised his head to look into Glorfindel’s eyes.  “Truly? You love me?”

“I love you, Erestor, so very much.”

Erestor threw his arms around Glorfindel’s neck.  “Glorfindel…I love you, I love 
you, I love you!” he cried, covering the beloved face with little butterfly kisses.

Glorfindel chuckled before kissing Erestor deeply once again.  “My love, my toes 
are curling and there is a part of me which is growing very…well, just growing.”  
He grinned.  “There is nothing I would rather do than stay here and kiss you.  But 
we must get you well first.  Let me get your breakfast, all right?”  

Before Erestor could answer, they were interrupted by a snort coming from the 
door to the stable. They watched as a large black head came into view.  “Durion!  
Did you come to see me, my friend?”  The horse calmly walked over the bed and 
nuzzled his nose gently into Erestor’s chest.  “I am well now, my friend,” Erestor 
said stroking the horse’s head.  “You had better go back to the stable now.  
Asfaloth will be cold without you.”

After huffing in Erestor’s hair, Durion headed back to the stable.  The two elves 
looked at each other and grinned.  “I see I am not the only one who loves you,” 
Glorfindel said.  “I found some dried apples yesterday that I will take to them 
after breakfast.  Are you hungry?”

Erestor nodded.  “Very.  But can we go to the privy first?”

When they had finished in the privy, Glorfindel carried Erestor back, settled him 
back in bed and helped him wash his hands and face before bringing two bowls of 
porridge and fruit over.

“However did you make this?” Erestor exclaimed when he saw his breakfast.  “It 
looks wonderful.”

“This cabin is well stocked.  There is plenty to last us as long as we have to stay 
here.  I will have to be sure and compliment whoever supplied it when we return 
home.”  

After breakfast, Glorfindel washed the bowls they had used, refilled the large pot 
with snow for water, and took the dried apples to the horses.  Then he sat down 
next to Erestor and pulled him into his arms for some serious kissing and 
cuddling.  “I think I am going to enjoy our stay here, my love, now that you are 
better.  Your leg should be better in another day or two, and if the storm stops we 
can go home.  Until then, I intend to enjoy every moment that I have you all to 
myself.”  He caressed Erestor’s face, gently running a hand over the smooth 
cheek.  “You are so beautiful, my love.  So very beautiful.  I love you so very 
much.”

“I love you, Glorfindel.  I love you,” Erestor said softly, as he captured the 
warrior’s mouth with his own, his tongue thrusting deeply into Glorfindel’s 
sweetness.  When he broke the kiss, he cupped the warrior’s face in his hands and 
looked into the blue eyes he so loved.  “I have waited for you for so long, 
beloved.  I have loved you for so long.  I still cannot believe this is real,” he 
whispered.

Glorfindel turned his head to kiss the palm of a hand that held him.  “It is real, my 
love.  I was so very foolish.  I thought…I thought you just wanted my friendship, 
and so I buried my feelings for you.  So much time I wasted.  Forgive me for 
hurting you, Erestor.  I am so sorry I caused you pain.”

Erestor shook his head.  “Oh, my love, there is nothing for me to forgive.  If I had 
been braver, I would have let you know my feelings.”   He kissed Glorfindel’s 
soft lips.  “For all these years, you have been my dearest friend, and they have 
been wonderful years, my love.”  He wrapped his arms around the elf he had 
always loved and rested his head on the strong shoulder.  “Tell me what changed?  
How did you know you loved me?”

Glorfindel nodded.  “When we finally got here, you were unconscious and 
burning with fever.  I was so scared I would lose you, Erestor.  I cleaned and 
stitched your wound, but you would not wake.  I had to get the tea into you, so I 
woke you enough to get you to drink some.  I sat and watched you and thought of 
how dear you were to me.  How I could not imagine my life without you.  You 
were delirious, and started asking why someone did not love you. You said you 
loved someone, and…it hurt…really, physically hurt… thinking you loved 
someone else and I would lose you.”  Glorfindel kissed Erestor’s brow, and 
caressed the head on his shoulder.  “But then I knew I wanted you to be happy, 
and I wanted to find out who it was so I could help you.  I asked you whom it was 
you loved, and you said my name.  I asked you again, and you said you loved 
me…and asked why I could not see that you loved me.”  Tears had started to pool 
in Glorfindel’s eyes, and run down his face.  “And I knew,” he whispered, his 
voice growing raspy.  “I knew I had always loved you.  I was a blind fool, my 
love.  A blind fool.”  He lifted Erestor’s lips to his own and whispered against 
them, “I love you,” before kissing him with all the passion he held in his heart.

Erestor was breathless when the kiss finally ended.  He looked deeply into the 
blue eyes, panting, before pulling Glorfindel to him again and ravishing his soft 
lips.  Their tongues dueled and hands groped, clutching and stroking soft skin.  
And then Glorfindel’s mouth was on his neck, licking and sucking, and Erestor 
knew he had never felt anything like it before.  “Oh, Glorfindel…oh…what are 
you doing to me?”  When the tip of his ear was sucked into a warm mouth, he 
whimpered in pleasure.  “Oh, Glor…fin…del.   Please.”  Erestor had no idea what 
he was asking for, he only knew he wanted more.  “Please…”

Erestor was driving Glorfindel wild.  He wanted to taste every inch of this 
beautiful elf.  He laid Erestor down on the bed and kissed him deeply once more, 
before moving down to lap at a rosy nipple.  When he sucked it into his mouth, 
Erestor wailed and writhed beneath him.  

“Oh…Oh…Glorfindel!” Erestor cried out.  “Touch me…please…touch me!”

Glorfindel wrapped a hand around Erestor’s hard member and stroked, using his 
body to keep the wounded thigh immobile, as he continued to nibble and suck 
hard on the nipple.

Erestor wailed, incapable of anything other than feeling.  
“Oh…can’t…going…to...”

Glorfindel lifted his head and whispered huskily, “Let it go, my love.  Come for 
me,” as he stroked the beautiful cock in his hand, feeling Erestor tense.  

Erestor screamed as his seed erupted over his lover’s hand.  Glorfindel had never 
seen anything so beautiful as Erestor screaming in ecstasy, and his own orgasm 
was ripped from him at the sight.  Groaning, he moved up to cover Erestor’s 
beautiful face in kisses, whispering, “ I love you…love you…love you.”

“Oh…Glorfindel…that was…wonderful,” Erestor panted.  He pulled Glorfindel’s 
mouth to his own for another kiss.

Glorfindel collapsed next to Erestor, pulling him into his arms as the two tried to 
regain their breaths.  

“It is highly unfair that you are still clothed, my love,” Erestor said when he could 
breathe again.  “After all, you have more than seen me these past days, and I have 
yet too see you”

Glorfindel chuckled as he reached for the cloth he had used for washing to gently 
clean Erestor and wipe his hand.  “You will get to see me soon, my darling one.  I 
need to change my leggings.”  

Erestor cocked his head and turned towards Glorfindel.  “Why?”

Glorfindel grinned, a little embarrassed at his lack of control.  Caressing Erestor’s 
face, he whispered, “When you screamed and came in my hand, you were so 
beautiful.  It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen…you came at my 
hand…and it made me come, too.”

“Oh, my love.”

“It was not the way I imagined our first lovemaking to be, but it was wonderful.  I 
love you so much.”  He kissed Erestor sweetly.  “My dear one, will you bind with 
me?  Will you be with me forever?  Please say you will marry me, Erestor.”

Erestor grabbed Glorfindel and kissed him passionately, tears streaming from his 
eyes.  “Oh, my love, I will bind with you and be yours forever.  I will be your 
husband and I will love you forever,” he whispered against the soft lips.

“Oh, Erestor, I love you so very much.  Will you bind with me here, when you are 
healed?  I cannot wait to call you mine.”

“I will my love.  I cannot wait until you are mine and I am yours, forever.”

Glorfindel kissed Erestor deeply, and then said.  “I really must change, beloved.  
These leggings are most uncomfortable.  And I want to try my hand at making 
little cakes for you,” he smiled.  “Rest now, while I work on our next meal, all 
right?”

“Yes, but after I watch you change clothes.”  Erestor grinned.

Glorfindel rose and went to the table for fresh leggings and tunic.  He returned to 
the bed and laid the clean clothing on it.  Smirking at Erestor, he stood next to the 
bed and slowly pulled his tunic off and tossed it aside.  His beloved’s eyes were 
focused on his body as he untied his leggings and slowly pushed them down.  All 
the kissing had left him hard again, and his penis stood proudly against his 
abdomen.  

“Oh…Glorfindel.”  Erestor swallowed.  “You are…magnificent, my love.  Oh 
come to me, my beautiful one.”  He held out his arms.

Glorfindel sat down next to Erestor, then leaned over and kissed him as arms 
wrapped around his neck.

Erestor broke the kiss and ran his hands over Glorfindel’s chest, before lightly 
touching the hard member.  “So beautiful.  Sweet Elbereth, my love, you make 
me hard again just looking at you.”  He ran his hands over the muscular chest 
again.  “Oh, I want you.”

“Soon, love.  When you are healed.  Erestor, my sweet one, I want you as well, 
but we must wait.  It would pull the stitches out, and I will not hurt you.” 
Glorfindel said softly.  “You must rest, my love.”  He grinned.  “And if you are a 
good little elf and sleep for a while, I promise to make you a lovely meal.”  He 
leaned over and kissed Erestor on the tip of his nose.

“And if I am very good, will you let me touch you later and bring you pleasure, 
my love?” Erestor said coyly.

Glorfindel chuckled and lowered his head into Erestor’s shoulder.  “Oh, Valar, 
Erestor, you are a tempter.”  He gave his beloved one last kiss, then stood up and 
dressed.  

While Erestor slept, Glorfindel brought out the grains and honey from the 
cupboard and managed to mix up dough for little griddlecakes.  He cooked a trial 
one over the fire, then left it to cool in the pan while he added more dried meat 
and vegetables to the soup, along with some spices.  He took the griddlecake out 
of the pan and dribbled some honey on it, looking at it speculatively.  Finally he 
opened his mouth and took a bite.  Slowly his lips curved into a smile.  Silently 
congratulating himself, he started cooking enough of the cakes for their lunch.  

~~~*~~~
It was past time that they should have eaten, and Erestor still slept.  Finally 
deciding that his love really needed to eat to regain his strength, he sat down on 
the side of the bed, leaned over, and kissed Erestor’s sweet lips.  “Wake, my 
love.”  The dark eyes finally focused, and Erestor smiled up at Glorfindel.  “How 
are you feeling, my sweet?  Is your leg hurting you?”

“Just a little.  Is it time for lunch already?”

“Past time, beloved.  You needed the sleep.  Do you want to go to the privy first?”

Erestor nodded, and wrapped his arms around Glorfindel’s neck as the warrior 
lifted him to carry him down the short hall.  “You are spoiling me, Glorfindel.”

“Hmmm…I like spoiling you.  I’m just glad you are not as heavy as I am.”

Erestor laughed.  “Lucky for me I fell in love with a great wooly mammoth of a 
warrior.”

“Wooly?  Wooly?  Who says I’m wooly?”

Glorfindel gently set him down on his feet in front of the privy, and Erestor turned 
around in his arms, placing his brow on the warrior’s and rubbing his nose with 
his own.  “I say you are wooly.  My very own warm, wooly, warrior,” he 
whispered.    

Glorfindel chuckled.  “Well, that’s all right then.  You may call me a wooly 
warrior.”  He gave Erestor a kiss.  “Now, love, are you ready to do what we came 
in here for?  It is cold in here and I do not want my tiny little councilor to get a 
chill.”

“Tiny?  Tiny!  I am just as tall as you are.  Who says I am tiny?”

“I do.  You are my very own tiny little baby councilor.”

Erestor grinned.  “Well, that is all right them.  You may call me tiny.  And you 
may especially call me baby,” he said, as he turned in Glorfindel’s arms to do 
what they had come in there for.

During their lunch, Erestor raved about the griddlecakes, the soup, and the tea, 
telling Glorfindel how good everything was again and again.

Glorfindel practically blushed with the complements.  “I am glad you like 
everything, my love.  There are a lot of supplies, but mostly the same thing, so I 
fear our meals will all be the same.”

“Just as long as you remember how you made these griddlecakes.  They are 
wonderful.  I could eat them for a week straight!”

“If this storm does not stop you may have to, Erestor.  It’s been three days now.  
The snow is even piling up in front of the stable door.  We may have to dig our 
way out of here when it finally stops.  It is a good thing there was a lot of wood 
stored for the fire, or the horses and we would freeze. I have thanked the Valar 
daily for our good fortune to make it here and have what we needed to survive the 
storm.”

“Are they all right?”  Erestor looked at the door that lead to the stable, suddenly 
worried for the horses.

“They are fine, love.  I piled up hay in front of the door to keep the snow from 
coming in, and covered them with blankets.  Some of the heat from here makes its 
way in.  That is why I left the door open.  They have plenty of food and water, 
and I told them to come in here at night if it gets too cold.”

“Good.”  Erestor smiled.  “Thank you, my love.”

After lunch, Glorfindel bathed Erestor as much as he could with warm water and 
a cloth, and then bundled him up in blankets to sleep again.  He made more of the 
dough for the griddlecakes, added to the soup pot and brushed the horses.  When 
he was done, he stripped and stood in front of the fire and washed himself, then 
put on his last clean tunic and leggings.  He did not want to use the clothing stored 
in the cabin unless he had to, preferring to leave it for the use of the patrols.  He 
decided he had better do something about his dirty clothes, or resign himself to 
wearing them.  He pulled a large tub into the cabin that he had found in the stable, 
and emptied the water left in the large pot into it.  Which of course meant he had 
to go back outside for more snow.  He would have to make do with barely enough 
water to cover the clothes, or he wouldn’t be able to lift the tub to empty it.  But 
how would he rinse the clothing if he used soap to wash his clothes?  

He scrounged around the stable and came up with two wooden buckets that would 
work just fine.  He could keep the tub with soapy water for washing other things, 
like dirty dishes, and use the buckets for rinse water.  Pleased with his find, he 
once again moved the hay and cracked open the door to fill the buckets with 
snow.  He made several trips, filling every pot he could find in the cabin that he 
did not need for cooking, so they would have plenty of water for drinking, 
cooking, and cleaning.  He added the clothes to the tub, along with a little soap, 
and left them to soak while he started making the griddlecakes for their dinner.  
As he cooked their meal, he realized that if Erestor were well, he would actually 
be enjoying himself.   

~~~*~~~
Erestor had woken and watched as Glorfindel scurried back and forth, loving the 
sight of his beautiful warrior, but feeling guilty he could not get up and help him.  
For some reason he was feeling worse than he had before.  

Glorfindel glanced over to the bed, and smiled when he saw that Erestor was 
awake and watching him.  “Did you sleep well, my love?  How long have you 
been awake?”

“For a while.  I was watching you and wishing I could get up and help you.  Are 
you washing clothes?”

Glorfindel nodded.  “These are my last clean ones, so I thought I had better figure 
something out.  Are you hungry, love?”

Erestor shook his head.  

Glorfindel left his cooking, and went to sit by Erestor.  “What is wrong, my 
love?”

“I do not feel well, and I am hot.”

Glorfindel quickly put his hands on Erestor’s face, feeling his forehead, then took 
his hands.  “You are feverish again, my love.  I should not have stopped giving 
you the healing tea after your fever broke. You must still have some of the poison 
in your body.  I will make some now, and you must drink as much of it as you 
can.”  Erestor nodded.

Glorfindel hurried back to the fire and made the tea, leaving it to steep.  Then he 
got new bandages and returned to the bed to check Erestor’s wound.  He removed 
the bandages and dried herbs.  The wound looked clean and was healing nicely.  
He placed his hand over it.  It was no hotter than the rest of Erestor’s skin.  “The 
wound is fine, love.  It’s not what is causing your fever again.  We have to get the 
poison out of your body.”

Erestor just nodded.

Glorfindel was not willing to assume the wound would continue healing, so he 
made a new paste of herbs and spread it over the wound before covering it with 
new bandages.   He rose and got the tea and some of the griddlecakes.  If Erestor 
liked them, maybe he would eat a little.  He helped Erestor sit up, stacked the 
pillows behind him, and put the cup up to his lips.  “Drink, love.”  When Erestor 
had managed to finish the tea, he broke off a piece of the griddlecake.  “Will you 
try to eat a little, love?”  

Erestor dutifully took the food and chewed it slowly.  “No more, my love. Maybe 
I could manage a little soup.”  He knew Glorfindel would worry if he didn’t eat 
anything.

“I will bring you some, and brew some more tea.  I am so sorry, my love.  I 
should have cared for you better.  But you seemed so much better, and I rushed 
you.”

“No, Glorfindel.  I was feeling better.  You could not have known there was still 
poison.  Kiss me?”

Glorfindel leaned over and kissed his love sweetly, then got up to get the soup and 
make more tea.  He would make sure he kept making the tea for Erestor this time, 
even after he seemed better.  

He brought the tea and soup back to the bed.  Erestor managed to eat several 
spoonfuls of the soup, and drink the cup of tea.  Glorfindel carried him to the 
privy before tucking him back in bed.  He kissed the feverish elf and stroked his 
forehead “Sleep now, my love.  I will be here watching over you.”

Erestor nodded.  “Love you,” he whispered.  

Throughout the night Glorfindel remained by Erestor.   Sweat poured from the 
councilor’s hot form, as the poison left his body.   Glorfindel realized what he had 
done wrong before.  He had been so concerned with the fever that he had stopped 
the natural process of Erestor’s body expelling the poison. 

He refused to let Erestor throw the blankets off his overheated body.  Several 
times he made more hot tea, which he coerced Erestor to drink.  He bit back his 
tears at seeing how miserable and uncomfortable Erestor was, and refused to try 
and cool the heated body with tepid water.  The only way to get the poison out 
was for Erestor to sweat it out, so Glorfindel did everything he could to make that 
happen.

Erestor’s fever peaked, and he sobbed in misery as Glorfindel held and rocked 
him, bundled in blankets, their tears mixing on fevered cheeks. 

It was almost mid-day on the following day before the fever finally broke and 
Erestor’s body cooled.  He fell into an exhausted sleep, and Glorfindel collapsed 
beside him, holding him tightly.  

Glorfindel woke a few hours later as Erestor turned and moaned.  Frantic, he 
brushed the hair away from Erestor’s face and laid his hand on the forehead to 
check if the fever was back.  He felt cool, and Glorfindel breathed a sigh of relief.  

Slowly, Erestor’s eyes focused and he woke.  “Thirsty,” he croaked.

Glorfindel practically leapt from the bed to get a glass of cool water.  He lifted 
Erestor to a sitting position and held him up with an arm.  “Here, sweetheart,” he 
said, holding the glass to Erestor’s lips.

Erestor drank the entire glass down.  “Thank you, love,” he said, his voice 
sounding better.  

“How do you feel, my dear one?” Glorfindel asked.

“Like I have been pummeled by an Orc.  Filthy.  Sticky.  Smelly.  Exhausted.  
Hungry.  And I have to pee.”

“Oh, that is wonderful, my love.”  Glorfindel grinned.  If Erestor was feeling all 
that, he was truly on the mend this time.

Erestor gave Glorfindel a stern look.  “What. Did. You. Say?”

“Oh, my wonderful slay-you-with-his-words-Councilor is back!  Come, 
sweetheart, and I will take you to the privy, then see what I can do to make you 
feel better.”  He lifted the scowling Erestor in his arms and carried him down the 
hall.

Erestor knew he was being beastly to Glorfindel, but he felt awful, and couldn’t 
help himself.  Elves were just not made to be sick, and he didn’t know how to 
handle what he was feeling.  He decided he’d better just keep his mouth shut.  All 
he really wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry, of all the ridiculous things.

When they returned, Glorfindel laid him back on the bed.  “Just rest for a few 
minutes, sweetheart, while I get everything ready.”  

Erestor mumbled something about being sick of the bed and the blankets smelled 
and were damp with sweat.  

Glorfindel just smiled and left him in the bed.  He pulled blankets out of chests, 
folded several of them in half, and laid them in front of the fire.  He scrounged 
through the rest of the chests and managed to find some bed sheets he had missed 
seeing before, more pillows, and towels.  Next he dug through Erestor’s pack and 
found the Councilor’s nightshirt.  It was soft from many washing, but most 
importantly, it was clean and warm.  Digging in the pack again, he found 
Erestor’s soap.  

He took his clothes that were soaking in the tub, wrung them out, and set them 
aside.  Then he added hot water from the kettle to the water in his buckets, testing 
it as he poured to get it to the right temperature.  When it was just right, he added 
some of the soap to one of the buckets.  Everything was ready.

He went to the bed and tossed one of the used pillows towards the tub.  Erestor 
was curled up in a miserable little ball, his back to Glorfindel.   “Erestor, 
sweetheart, I am going to carry you to the fire now.”  Erestor didn’t move, so he 
simply started to pick him up in his blankets.  “Wrap your arms around me, love.”  

Erestor finally moved and put one arm around Glorfindel’s neck.  

Glorfindel carried his precious burden to the fire, and laid him gently on the fresh 
blankets as he removed the stale and damp old ones.  He put the used, damp 
pillow under Erestor’s head.  Dipping a cloth in the bucket with the soap, he 
began to gently wash his love.  Starting at the feet, he carefully wiped and then 
dried every inch of Erestor’s body, gently turning him on one side to cleanse his 
back half, and then back again.  He removed the bandages on his thigh, cleaned 
the wound, dried it, and bandaged it again with a fresh batch of healing herbs.  
When he was done with that, he gently washed Erestor’s neck and face.  Large 
brown watery eyes stared up at him.  Glorfindel placed a loving kiss on his brow 
and smiled softly, caressing a soft cheek, but said nothing.

He lifted Erestor with an arm under his shoulders, set the used pillow on the edge 
of the tub, and lowered the dark head so his hair hung over the tub.  He took the 
bucket of warm, soapy water and carefully poured it over the dark mane, then 
poured more soap in his hand and gently massaged Erestor’s scalp and hair.  
When he was done, he poured the bucket of clean water over Erestor’s hair, 
gently working it through the long mane to rinse it.  After ringing out the excess 
water from the dark hair, he pushed the big tub back and wrapped Erestor’s head 
in a large towel.  Pulling Erestor onto his lap, he lifted the damp, top blanket and 
tossed it aside.  

Glorfindel slipped Erestor’s nightshirt over his head and dressed him it as one 
would dress an infant, moving the arms through the sleeves while he used his own 
body to hold Erestor upright.  He laid one of the new pillows he had found on the 
floor and gently laid Erestor down on the fresh blanket, his head on the new 
pillow, then lifted his body gently and pulled the nightshirt down to cover him 
warmly.  He covered Erestor with another fresh blanket, then rose and went to the 
bed.

He stripped the bed of all the old soiled sheets and blankets, and dumped 
everything in the tub with the used, soapy water.  Taking the fresh sheets, 
blankets and pillows, he remade the bed.  

Glorfindel looked at Erestor.  Glorfindel could sense a little of what Erestor was 
feeling, and all he wanted to do was take care of this elf he loved.  Talking could 
come later.  Erestor was just lying there, watching him with those big brown eyes 
that held a hint of tears. Glorfindel wasn’t sure what he should do next.  Erestor 
had said he was hungry. He really had wanted to get him comfortably in bed first, 
then help him eat, but his hair was wet and would dry better before the fire.  He 
would just have to do both the best he could.

He went to the fire and ladled some soup into a bowl, then set it down with a 
spoon for the moment.  He gently sat Erestor up, removed the towel from his 
head, and fluffed his hair out to dry.  Holding his love up with one arm, he sat 
down beside him, set the bowl of soup carefully on his lap, and lifted a spoonful 
of soup to Erestor’s lips.  Erestor opened his mouth and swallowed.  Glorfindel 
fed him the entire bowl, then set the bowl aside.  

Glorfindel moved behind Erestor and scooted around until the exhausted elf sat 
between his open legs. Moving Erestor’s long, wet hair to each side, he gently 
lifted it and ran his fingers through it lightly to dry before the fire, gently rubbing 
the scalp as he worked.  

It wasn’t long before Erestor’s shoulders shook and a muffled sob escaped his 
lips.  

Glorfindel quickly gathered Erestor onto his lap and wrapped his arms around his 
love, rocking him slowly.  “Shhh…It is all right.  I have you, my love.  It is all 
right now.  Shhh…” he whispered, kissing as much of the dark head as he could 
reach as Erestor sobbed into his shoulder.  

“I am so sorry…so sorry…so sorry.  I was…mean…and you are so…good to me.  
I did not mean it.  I am so sorry…so sorry.” Erestor choked out, between sobs.

“Shhh…It is all right, beloved.  I know you did not mean it.  It is all right.  You 
have been so sick.  It is all right.  I love you so much, sweetheart.  Oh, baby, do 
not cry.  Please do not cry.  It is all right.”  He lifted Erestor’s face to his own, and 
kissed away the tears from his eyes, then kissed the trembling lips.  “I love you so 
much, Erestor.  So much.  Will you kiss me?”

Erestor kissed Glorfindel as the tears still streamed from his eyes.  He sobbed into 
the open mouth as his tongue searched for its mate.  

Glorfindel moaned, deepening the kiss, which sent him reeling.

Finally ending the kiss, Erestor dropped his head back on Glorfindel’s shoulder.  
“I do not deserve you,” he whispered.  “I love you so much.  Oh… I am so tired, 
my love.  So very tired.”

“Let me get you into bed, sweetheart.”  He slid Erestor off of his lap, then knelt 
and picked up Erestor in his arms.  He gently laid him in the clean bed and 
covered him with the clean blankets.  “Are you warm enough, beloved?  It is 
getting colder tonight.”

Erestor nodded.  “Are you going to sleep beside me tonight and keep me warm?”

“Just as soon as I have something to eat and wash myself a little.  Go to sleep, my 
dear one, and I promise you will wake in my arms.”  Glorfindel kissed Erestor 
sweetly.

“I love you, Glorfindel,” Erestor whispered, the moment before he fell asleep.

Glorfindel quickly ate his meal, stripped before the fire and washed himself.  
Shivering, he found his pair of sleep pants and slipped them on.  He crawled into 
bed, drew Erestor into his arms, and then promptly fell asleep.

~~~*~~~

Glorfindel woke, and gently brushed tangled dark hair out of Erestor’s face.  He 
smiled down on his still sleeping love, and couldn’t resist placing a soft kiss on 
the full, red lips.  Erestor murmured, and snuggled deeper into Glorfindel’s 
warmth.  

The warrior was ready to get up and start cleaning up the mess he had made the 
night before, but he had promised Erestor that he would wake in his arms, so he 
wasn’t going anywhere until his beloved woke. He rested his chin on the dark 
head and glanced around the room.  What a mess!  His dirty clothes lay in a 
soggy, half-frozen heap.  The dirty linens and used blankets seemed to be 
everywhere, and he had left their used bowls just sitting on the table.  

Judging by how low the fire had burned, he figured it was probably late in the 
morning.  He really needed to build up the fire again to warm the room more.  
With any luck the kettle hadn’t boiled dry.  He’d been so exhausted the night 
before, he couldn’t even remember if he’d left water in it.  The soup was 
hopefully still good to eat and not burnt, and there were the griddlecakes he had 
made the day before that perhaps could be warmed again.  He didn’t think he’d be 
able to do any new cooking until he got the mess cleaned up.  

He suddenly noticed two large shadowy shapes in the other side of the room, and 
smiled.  Asfaloth and Durion had sought out the warmth of the room during the 
night, and were resting next to each other for warmth, their blankets still covering 
their backs.  

He really needed Erestor to wake so he could tend to the fire, aside from the fact 
that he needed to use the privy.  He hated to wake him, but he didn’t have any 
other choice.  Kissing seemed like it would be the best choice.  Lifting Erestor’s 
head, he attacked the soft lips with fervor, gently nibbling and caressing them 
with his tongue.  

Erestor moaned.  As he slowly woke, his arms wrapped around Glorfindel, and he 
deepened the kiss until he had to move his lips to breathe.  “Oh…how wonderful 
it is to wake in your arms with your lips upon mine,” he whispered.

“Forgive me for waking you, sweetheart, but I need to get up, and I promised you 
would wake in my arms,” Glorfindel said softly.  “How do you feel this morning, 
my love?”

“Better.  Just a little weak still.  You need to get up?”

“The fire needs tending, and I have to go to the privy.”

“I do not want you to go.  I do not want to move, but I think I need to go there 
too,” Erestor replied.

“Let us go and get that over with first, sweetheart, then you can get back in this 
warm bed while I build up the fire.”

Erestor nodded.  “All right, my love.”

Glorfindel wrapped Erestor in blankets and quickly carried him down the hall.  It 
was freezing, so he hurried to get Erestor back to the warm bed.  

When Glorfindel had him back cozily sitting up in the bed, Erestor said, “After 
you tend the fire, will you come back to bed?  Please, love?  I want to…I need to 
tell you…I need to talk to you.  Please?”

Glorfindel was a little concerned about what Erestor wanted to talk to him about, 
but he smiled and said, “Of course I will, my love.”

He quickly built the fire back up, then checked the kettle.  Luckily it was nearly 
full.  Remembering his promise to himself, he prepared a cup of tea for Erestor, 
adding honey to sweeten it.  He stirred the soup, and was pleased to see it still 
looked and smelled good.  

Erestor noticed the horses and spoke softly to Durion.  The horse walked over to 
the bed and snuffed at his master.  Erestor rubbed his nose, and then sent him 
back to Asfaloth’s side.

Returning to the bed with the tea, Glorfindel snuggled next to Erestor, handed him 
the cup, and said, “Now, what would you like to talk to me about, my love?”

Erestor took a sip of the tea.  “Thank you, my love.”  Taking a deep breath, he 
stared into the cup and started talking.  “I have so many things I want to say.  I 
have loved you since the very first moment I saw you.  You have been my closest 
friend, and are dearer to me than I can say.  You have been the light in my life in 
so very many ways.  If I was sad or distressed about something, you have always 
been there for me.  You kept me from being lonely.  When I was happy, you 
always shared my joy and let me share in yours.  And now you tell me that you 
love me and my fondest desire has come true.  You have cared for me like no one 
else ever has.  Last night I was cruel to you, and still you cared for me and love 
me.”  He paused to take another sip of tea, then turned his head to look into 
Glorfindel’s eyes.  “I can no longer imagine my life without you.”

“Oh, my love,” Glorfindel said softly.

“You are the very air I breathe, Glorfindel.  You are my heart, my life.  Without 
you, I am nothing,” Erestor whispered.  “I do not deserve you or your love, but I 
promise I will never let you regret you love me.  I want so much to make you 
happy.   I want to be yours so very much.  Please, my love, you are the other half 
of my soul.  I will not be complete without you.  Please do not make me wait.  I 
need you so much.  Please, bind with me?  Please make me whole?”

“Oh, sweetheart.  What if we make your wound worse?  I do not want to hurt 
you,” Glorfindel said quietly.

“Please, my love.  The worst that will happen is the stitches will come out, and 
you can just stitch it up again.  I do not care about that.  I need you.  I cannot heal 
without you.  You are the other half of me.  Please?”

Glorfindel took Erestor’s cup and set it on the stand so he could hold his beloved 
in his arms and think for a moment.  He wrapped his arms around Erestor and 
held him tightly.  “Erestor, my love, if I am your other half, then you are mine, 
and I will never be complete without you.  If you truly want to do this, I cannot 
refuse you.  I would do anything for you.  I cannot bear the thought of your not 
being with me forever.   I love you so very much, and there is nothing I want 
more than for us to be bound.”  He kissed Erestor’s sweet lips.  

“Will you say the words first?”

“Erestor, I bind myself to you.  You are my heart and soul, my eternal love.    You 
hold my heart in your hands.  I will always love you, always protect you, and 
always care for you.  May Eru bless our binding.  I love you.”

Tears welled in Erestor’s eyes and began to fall.  

“Glorfindel, I bind myself to you.  You are my heart and soul, the light in my life.  
I am nothing without you, and I will live the rest of my life trying to be worthy of 
your love.  I will always love you, always protect you, and always care for you.  
May Eru bless our binding.”

Glorfindel’s mouth sought his new husband’s.  Their tears mingling, they sealed 
their vows with a kiss.

Glorfindel devoured Erestor’s mouth.  Teeth clashed and tongues caressed each 
other, delving and exploring, and it was wonderful.  Finally parting for breath, 
Glorfindel rested his head on Erestor’s shoulder, licking and nibbling at Erestor’s 
neck.  “Sweet Elbereth, you taste so good, my love,” Glorfindel whispered, loving 
the taste and feel of his new mate.  “I want to taste all of you.”  

“Then come and taste, beloved,” Erestor purred, capturing Glorfindel’s mouth 
with his own, and thrusting his tongue into the sweetness.

Glorfindel moaned and thought about ripping Erestor’s nightshirt off, but 
managed to realize it might not be a good thing to do.  He was having trouble 
thinking straight with Erestor in his arms, kissing him passionately.   He broke the 
kiss, panting.  “Please, love, I want this off of you,” he said, pulling at the 
nightshirt.

Erestor leaned back as Glorfindel helped him pull the nightshirt over his head.   
Glorfindel threw it aside, and slowly ran his hands over his beloved’s chest before 
pulling Erestor beneath him and lowering his mouth over a rosy nipple.  Sucking 
it into his mouth, Glorfindel moaned and teased it with his teeth and tongue, as 
Erestor gasped and writhed.  

Erestor reached down and managed to push Glorfindel’s sleep pants below his 
hips, then pulled his lover back up to capture his mouth for a passionate kiss.  
Their engorged members rubbed together, and moans erupted from both lovers. 

Glorfindel reached between them and wrapped his large hand around both hard 
members and stroked them together.  

“Please, please, my love,” Erestor pleaded.  “Do not torment me.  Please make me 
yours.”

“Oh, Valar, Erestor.  I want you so much.  Oil…I need oil…oil…oil…Oh, in my 
pack.  Don’t move, beloved.”  Glorfindel jumped up and pulled his sleep pants 
off, then darted to his pack to rummage in it.  “Oh, thank goodness, it is here!”

Glorfindel darted back to the bed and crawled back under the warm blankets.  

“Oh…your feet are cold!” Erestor said.

“Sorry, my love, cold floor.  They will warm up again in a minute.  Mmmm…I 
think you will be very warm in a minute or two,” Glorfindel said, as he sucked an 
ear tip into his mouth and Erestor wailed.

“Please…please,” Erestor begged.

Glorfindel moved his mouth to Erestor’s and popped the cork out of the phial with 
his thumb.  Releasing the sweet lips, he coated his fingers with the oil.  “Relax for 
me, beloved.  I will try to make this easy for you.”

“Please, my love, my husband, make love to me, please take me,” Erestor said.  “I 
have waited so long for you.”

Glorfindel slid a pillow under Erestor’s hips and raised his legs, draping them 
over his shoulders.  His fingers gently massaged the muscles around Erestor’s 
entrance, then slowly pushed one finger in, moaning as muscles clenched around 
it.  “Oh, love…so hot…so tight.  Relax for me,” he whispered, as he ran his 
tongue up Erestor’s hard cock and suckled on the tip.

Erestor wailed and thrust his hips up.  “Glor…fin…del…Oh…more!” he begged.

Glorfindel took Erestor’s member into his mouth to the hilt, as a second finger 
joined the first, stretching and scissoring.  The feel of the heat and muscles 
clenching around his fingers was incredible.  He searched for Erestor’s hidden 
spot and knew he found it when Erestor cried out.  A third finger joined the others 
as his tongue wrapped around the hard cock in his mouth and teased the slit.  
  
“Glor…please…now…take…me…take…me,” Erestor screamed.

“Soon, my love.  Just a little more.”  Glorfindel thrust his fingers deeply in and 
out, making sure Erestor would have as little pain as possible.  

“Please, now…now…now,” Erestor begged.

“Yes, my sweet husband, now,” Glorfindel, answered, as he gently removed his 
fingers.  Quickly coating himself with oil, he groaned.  Placing the tip at Erestor’s 
entrance, he pushed gently.

Glorfindel had prepared Erestor well, and slid in with one fluid thrust to the hilt.  
“Oh…Erestor, oh, Erestor, oh…Erestor,” he whispered.  “Oh, Elbereth…so good, 
so good.”

Erestor moaned and pulled his legs free to wrap them around Glorfindel’s waist.  
He was Glorfindel’s now, and it was perfect.  Sobbing in rapture, he pulled 
Glorfindel close and kissed him passionately.  “I am yours now.  Forever.”
  
Glorfindel gently thrust and unerringly hit Erestor’s sweet spot.  “I am yours and 
you are mine, my love, forever,” he whispered brokenly, as Erestor whimpered in 
bliss.  “Forever.”  Another thrust.  “Forever,” he whispered as he thrust again.  

Erestor screamed as Glorfindel hit his spot, again and again.  Glorfindel lifted him 
up against his chest, and then buried his head in Erestor’s neck, holding on to him 
tightly.  

Again and again Glorfindel thrust, as they howled out their pleasure.  Two 
separate souls danced and joined and became one.  Two separate hearts sang of 
their love and beat as one.  Lightening ran through and around them as the air 
sizzled with their love.

Glorfindel reached between them and wrapped his hand around his new 
husband’s member and stroked once.  Erestor screamed as his seed erupted 
between them, and then cried out Glorfindel’s name as he felt his wonderful mate 
come forcefully inside of him.

Glorfindel had never felt anything as good as Erestor’s muscles pulsing around 
his hard member as he thrust inside the quivering channel.  Buried inside of his 
beloved, his world exploded in light and he came, shouting Erestor’s name in 
bliss.

 The two elves glowed softly as Glorfindel collapsed beside Erestor.  Wrapped 
around each other, they panted, “I love you,” before falling into reverie. 

~~~*~~~
Glorfindel woke and smiled down at the dark head resting on his chest.  “Erestor,” 
he whispered.  “My Erestor.”  His fingers moved through the silky hair.  

Erestor stirred and slowly woke.  He snuggled closer to Glorfindel for warmth, 
wrapping his arms around his husband.  When he heard Glorfindel softly chuckle, 
he raised his head to find blue eyes looking down at him.

“How do you feel, my love?” Glorfindel asked.  “How does your wound feel?”

“I feel wonderful, beloved, and you are so warm and comfortable.  And my 
wound is not bothering me at all,” Erestor answered, smiling.

“You did not eat very much last night, my love.  Are you hungry?”

“Hmmm…. I believe I could probably eat a small mountain of food.”  Erestor 
grinned.  “I am starving.   Do we have any of your wonderful soup left?  And 
maybe some of the griddlecakes?”

“Yes, my love.  You stay here and keep warm, and I will get our food.”  
Glorfindel kissed Erestor sweetly, then left their warm bed.  He quickly pulled on 
a robe and moved to the fire.  He fixed tea and set it to brew, then filled a bowl 
with soup and took it to his hungry husband.   

Erestor was sitting up and smiled as he took the bowl.  “Oh, that smells good.  
Thank you, my love.  Are you going to join me?”

“In a moment, beloved.  I want to warm the griddlecakes for you.  They are 
almost frozen.  You start on your soup while I do that.”  Glorfindel kissed Erestor 
quickly, then returned to fixing their meal.  While the griddlecakes were warming 
over the fire, he added honey to Erestor’s tea and carried it to him.  Erestor had 
already finished his soup, so took the bowl to refill it, grinning at his love. When 
the griddlecakes were warm, he put them on a plate and drizzled honey over them, 
then filled Erestor’s soup bowl and one for himself.  He found a tray and placed 
everything on it, then added dried fruit, and tea for himself to the tray and carried 
it to the bed.

“Here we are, love.  More soup, griddlecakes and dried fruit.”  Glorfindel sat on 
the bed and set the tray between them.  “After we eat, my love, I need to clean up 
this cabin.  It is a mess.  And I have to wash our used linens and clothing, wash 
the dishes we have been using, and make something for our next meal.  Will you 
rest for me while I do all that?”

“I would much rather help you with all that, my love.  Truly, I feel wonderful,” 
Erestor said, in between mouthfuls of griddlecake.  “Let us check on my wound 
after we eat and you can see.”

“All right, my sweet.  We will see.”  Glorfindel leaned over to kiss Erestor.  
“Hmm…honey!  I knew you were sweet.”

A giggle escaped Erestor, and he covered his mouth with his hand.  “What was 
that?”

Glorfindel laughed heartily.  “I believe that would be something called a giggle, 
my love.”

Erestor’s eyes were wide and shocked.  “I do not giggle.  Imladris’ Chief 
Councilor does not giggle.”

“No, my love, he does not.  But apparently my sweet husband does.  And I find it 
utterly adorable, and will look for any way to make him do it again.  But only for 
me when we are alone.  Imladris’ Chief Councilor does not giggle.”  He leaned 
over and kissed Erestor again.  “I love you, my heart.”

“I love you, Glorfindel.  I am so very happy, my love.”

“As am I, beloved.”

After breakfast, Glorfindel checked Erestor’s wound and found it nearly healed.  
“I think we can probably take the stitches out tomorrow, beloved, if it keeps 
healing like this.”

Erestor smirked.  “I want to get up and move again, my love.”

“All right, beloved.  But you must move slowly.  You have not been out of this 
bed for days, so you may be dizzy at first.”  Glorfindel brought a robe for Erestor, 
helped him stand, and wrapped him warmly in the robe. He really wanted Erestor 
to rest, but understood that he could not ask his beloved to lie in bed any longer.

Erestor held on to Glorfindel and started slowly walking.  “Let us go the privy 
first, love.”

They had to stop once on the way when Erestor walked too fast and got a little 
dizzy, but he was determined to stay up and help Glorfindel.  When they returned, 
he headed towards the horses.  “I have missed you, my friend,” he said rubbing 
Durion’s nose.  “And you too, Asfaloth.  Glorfindel, do we have any of the 
griddlecakes left for them?”

“We do.  What a good idea, my love.”  Glorfindel brought the left over 
griddlecakes, and they fed them to the animals.  “Now you two stay over here, out 
of the way, or in the stable, while Erestor and I clean up, all right?  And no 
making a mess in here.  Make sure you go to the stable for that.”

Asfaloth snorted, as if to say, “Well, of course.  What do you think we are, human 
horses?”

Erestor chuckled, and giving Durion one last scratch said, “What do you want me 
to do, my love?”

“Let us get this washing out of the way first.  Come, sit over by the fire.”  
Glorfindel settled Erestor in a chair by the fire, then began sorting out the mess.  
He piled the used blankets and linens in one spot, then dumped his half frozen 
clothing in the tub and poured hot water over them.  While they soaked for a 
minute, he gathered all of their used plates and bowls and stacked them up near 
the tub.  Luckily he still had enough water in all the bowls and pots he had filled 
for rinse water, so he filled his two buckets with clean water. 

“After we wash everything, we can rinse them first in one bucket and then the 
other to get the soap out,” Glorfindel said.  “Let me see, where shall we hang 
everything.”

“Do we have rope, love?  You can hang it along the side of the room where the 
door is.  We cannot open the door anyway.”

Glorfindel rose, kissed Erestor, and said, “Wonderful idea.  There is rope in the 
stable.  I will be right back, my love.”  He dashed off to the stable and quickly 
returned with the rope.  

While he hung the rope, Erestor knelt by the side of the tub and began to wash 
Glorfindel’s clothes in the warm, soapy water.  When Glorfindel returned, he 
helped Erestor ring them out, and put a few of the soiled linens in the tub for 
Erestor to start washing.  Then he rinsed them in the first bucket, rung them out, 
rinsed them in the second bucket, rung them out and hung them over the rope.  
One by one the sheets and towels and cloths they had used joined the clothes on 
the rope, and then the blankets.

“Now the dishes,” Glorfindel said.  “But we need fresh rinse water.”  He took the 
first rinse bucket and dumped it in the privy, then returned and filled it with water.  
He looked at the tub.  “Erestor, my love, do you think we could use that for a bath 
when we’re done?  You could stand in it while I pour water over you, then you 
could do the same for me.  What do you think?”

“That sounds wonderful, my love.  I would love to have a bath,” Erestor smiled.  
“Do we have enough water?”

Glorfindel shook his head.  “I will get more snow now and it can be heating while 
we finish everything else.”  He took the large pot and carried it to the stable.  
Erestor joined him as he was moving the hay from the door.  

“It is freezing in here.  No wonder the horses went to the cabin.  Can I help you, 
beloved?” Erestor asked.

“Bring all the other bowls and we will fill them too, love,” Glorfindel said.

Erestor went back and brought all the bowls and pots they had emptied for 
washing.  When Glorfindel pulled the door open, snow blew in all around them, 
but they managed to get all of the pots and bowls filled, then pushed the door shut 
together.

“The storm is still fierce.  No wonder it has gotten so cold.  Thank the Valar there 
is enough wood for the fire, or we would all freeze,” Erestor said, as they started 
carrying the pots to the cabin.

Glorfindel nodded.  “We are most fortunate, my love, and I have thanked the 
elves who stocked it last many times.  I intend to find out who they are when we 
return and thank them personally.”

Erestor nodded.  “Indeed, my love, we owe them much.”

They filled their kettle, and hung two other large pots filled with snow over the 
fire to heat for their bath, then washed and dried the dished and stacked them 
neatly on the shelves.  Glorfindel saved the cleanest rinse water to use for 
washing dishes, and dumped the other bucket down the privy.  The tub had to be 
emptied, so he used the empty bucket to scoop the water up and made trip after 
trip down the short, cold hall to dump it.

While Glorfindel was taking care of the water, Erestor tidied their packs and 
found a tunic and leggings to wear after their bath.  Glorfindel would wear what 
he had worn yesterday.  The robes they had on had gotten a bit soggy, and needed 
to join the other items hanging over the rope.

When the water was finally warm, Glorfindel filled the bucket and helped Erestor 
disrobe and stand in the tub.  He removed his own robes, and slowly poured the 
first bucket over Erestor, starting with the top of his dark head.

“Oh, that feels so good,” Erestor said.  He poured some soap into his hand and 
started to wash his arms and chest.

“Let me have the soap, love, and I will wash your hair.”  Glorfindel took the 
bottle of soap Erestor handed him and poured a little onto the dark mane.  He 
didn’t want to use too much and not have the warm water to rinse it.  He ran his 
fingers through Erestor’s silky hair and massaged his scalp as Erestor purred.  
Hair done, he ran his hands down Erestor’s back and caressed his firm buttocks 
and run his fingers between the checks.  Erestor gasped and purred.  Then he 
washed down the back of Erestor’s legs and up the front, stopping to caress a few 
things just below the middle of his body.  Erestor gasped, then giggled, then 
purred some more, and Glorfindel grinned.  “I believe you are all washed, my 
love.”  He slowly poured two buckets of fresh warm water over his mate, rising 
his hair and body, then held out a towel to wrap Erestor in.

“Hmmm…your turn, my sneaky husband,” Erestor said as he stepped out of the 
tub and wrapped the towel around his lithe form.  

Glorfindel scooped a bucket full of the warm water from the tub, then stepped 
into the tub and handed Erestor the bucket.  

Erestor slowly poured the water over Glorfindel, then lovingly washed his hair.  
He lathered soap in his hands, and ran them slowly over Glorfindel’s chest, 
stopping to tease two rosy nipples.  Discarding his towel, then stepping into the 
tub with Glorfindel, he captured the warrior’s lips with his own.  He moved a 
hand lower and grasped the half-aroused member, stroking it to hardness, and 
with the other caressed the sacks below it.  

Glorfindel groaned, and deepened their kiss, and Erestor moved the hand that had 
been caressing the sacks around to stroke and squeeze his husband’s muscled 
buttocks.

Pulling his head and hands away, Erestor smiled coyly, and bent to wash 
Glorfindel’s legs, then the rest of his body.  When he had finished rinsing 
Glorfindel, and himself again, he pulled his blonde lover from the tub and 
wrapped them both in a large towel before plundering his mate’s sweet mouth 
again with bruising kisses.

As Glorfindel picked him up and carried him to the bed, Erestor giggled again, 
and buried his damp head into his husband’s neck, licking and nibbling as they 
went.  

Glorfindel tossed him on the bed before covering Erestor’s body with his own and 
ravished his luscious mouth, thrusting his tongue deeply into the sweetness.  
Erestor writhed beneath him as he relentlessly ravaged neck, ears, and nipples, 
before moving back up to capture his mouth again.

Erestor thrust his hips up, desperately trying to feel Glorfindel’s hardness against 
his own.  “Please, my love, touch me…take me…I want you,” he begged.  

Glorfindel reached for the bottle of oil he had left on the stand the night before.  
Opening the bottle, he coated his fingers, then placed the bottle back on the stand.  
One hand wrapped around Erestor’s weeping member, stroking, as the other 
gently prepared his lover.  

When a second finger joined the first and bent to stroke the secret spot deep 
within, Erestor cried out and gripped Glorfindel’s arms.  “Please…take me…take 
me,” he wailed.

“Soon, my darling one.  Soon,” Glorfindel said.  How he loved to see Erestor 
panting and writhing beneath him, lost in his passion.  No one but him would ever 
know this passionate side of the powerful councilor.  It was for him alone.  

“Now!” Erestor cried out.  “Now!”

“Yes, my lusty one, now.”  Glorfindel withdrew his fingers and grabbed the oil to 
smooth it over himself, before plunging his hardness into the tight channel.  “Oh, 
Erestor…so good, my love.”  Slowly he withdrew and thrust again, and Erestor 
wailed.

“Oh, Glorfindel…more…harder…more,” Erestor shouted.

Glorfindel gave Erestor everything he wanted, thrusting harder and faster.  “Oh, 
Erestor…Oh…I love you…I love you…so good…so good,” he panted as he 
pushed his arms under Erestor’s shoulders and lifted him against his chest, 
holding him tightly.  Burying his head in Erestor’s neck, he whimpered, “I love 
you…I love you.”

Erestor sobbed as Glorfindel thrust into him, and lightening coursed through his 
body.  He gripped Glorfindel’s shoulders.  “Love…you…love…you.”

Glorfindel was losing control as Erestor’s channel quivered around his hard 
member, and he whimpered into Erestor’s neck. 

Souls joining, hearts singing with love, they came together, screaming each 
other’s name.  

~~~*~~~

One week later~

Erestor and Glorfindel sat together at the table, enjoying their hot soup and 
griddlecakes.  The storm had finally stopped the day before, and they would soon 
try to dig themselves and the horses out of the cabin.  In the distance, they heard 
shouting, then the jangling of horses’ harnesses.  

They looked at each other, startled.  The snow was piled high over the windows, 
so they had nowhere to look outside, and had no idea who was outside.

“Erestor!  Glorfindel!  Are you in there?” 

“We are here, Elrond!” Glorfindel yelled, smiling at Erestor.  

“Oh, thank the Valar.  We will have you dug out of there in no time,” Elrond 
called back.

“Elrond, probably Elladan and Elrohir – they would not let their father leave 
without them – probably ten guards.  We’d better start making more soup and 
griddlecakes, my love,” Erestor said.  

Glorfindel built up the fire, and while the elves outside dug, the elves inside 
cooked.  

Erestor took their clothing down and unfastened the rope, then folded everything 
neatly and placed them in their packs.  He set out thirteen more bowls and spoons, 
then looked around the room sadly.

“What is wrong, my love?” Glorfindel said softly, moving to Erestor’s side.

“I almost hate to leave this place.”  Erestor sighed deeply.  “Glorfindel, my dear 
one, it has been so wonderful being here with you.  I cannot imagine a more 
perfect place for a wedding trip.  Thank you, my husband, for caring for me, for 
marrying me, for loving me,” he whispered.

Glorfindel drew Erestor into his arms.  “Thank you, my husband, for marrying 
me, for loving me, for making me the happiest elf on all of Arda,” he said softly.

When Elrond and the twins burst through the door, they found Erestor and 
Glorfindel standing together, arms wrapped around each other tightly, sharing a 
deeply passionate kiss. 

Elrond cleared his throat, “Ehem…are we interrupting?”

The two lovers slowly ended the kiss, and smiled at each other.  “Not at all, 
Elrond,” Glorfindel said.

“Indeed not,” Erestor replied.  “Come and warm yourselves by the fire.  We have 
hot soup and wonderful griddlecakes for you.  My sweet husband is a marvelous 
cook.”

Erestor giggled as he and Glorfindel were crushed with hugs from Elrond and his 
two sons, and their laughter warmed the room.

~The End~