Stupid warrior
By BJMalata; BJMalata@aol.com
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Glorfindel suffers through doubts in the relationship with
Erestor. A story with a
direct beginning, I must say... but no fluff, don't fear.
Disclaimer: Tolkien is the Vala. It's not mine, I make no money.
Feedback: Yes please!
Warning: My Erestor and Glorfindel share a SM relationship, they love to
dominate each other with changing roles but both enjoy it, therefor no
rape.
Betaed by Jessie, thank you!

I grabbed my lover's taught ass and massaged it lustfully. "Mmmmm", I
hummed, "Tasty", I bit the firm globe.

Glorfindel whined and writhed. Coating my cock with oil I turned him
over. He spread his legs willingly and welcomed me in his body. O how I
love this. I simply sank into him, united with him, and relished the
warmth, the tenderness, the soft velvet of his body and the willingness
and trust of my dear lover.

I undulated on him, setting in and out, in and out, a rhythm as old as the
elves themselves, already practised at the banks of Cuiviénen, a dance of
two bound to each other.

Sighing, I enjoyed the feeling totally, massaging Glorfindel from the
inside and delaying my orgasm until he came. When his body convulsed,
raw screams escaping his soft pink lips, I came, too, and spilled my seed
in him.

We slumped down to the mattress, I staying in him and surrendering to
peaceful sleep.

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I was still in him when I woke again. Glorfindel snored softly, his chest
rising regularly and lifting my head where it rested.

My ears twitched and my senses shot up to full alert status. Motionless I
harked and watched.

We were in Glorfindel's cosy rooms in Imladris and except for the
growing darkness in Greenwood there was nothing exceptionally
dangerous going on in Middle-Earth at the moment, but my spy-senses
never slept.

And they were not disappointed. There were sounds outside on the
balcony that did not belong there.

Quickly I rose, pulling out of my lover and eliciting a pitiful moan from
him. I hardly expected an orc or something dangerous outside; therefore I
dared to tiptoe over to the balcony door naked and unarmed. Peering out I
saw a dark figure that had obviously just climbed the railing on our
balcony. It seemed to be an elf. Now I will give you an experience,
amateur thief!

I crouched down and waited. The elf outside hesitated for a moment, then
approached the balcony door. As soon as he touched it my hand shot
forward and grabbed his.

"Filthy thief, what do you want?" I hissed as the elf jumped and screamed
with shock.

Glorfindel shot up in our bed. "What?"

I pulled the elf halfway in and he broke out into laughing. "Damn it!
Elladan! What the hell are you lurking around on our balcony?!" I asked
irritated.

Between giggles, he managed to explain: "A bet. I'm sorry. I bet with
Rannon that I would be able to steal something from your sleeping room
whilst you two are in it. It seems he won."

"Sure."

Elladan stood up. "Sorry I disturbed you.  I thought I could manage. I
never expected to fail so early! Were you awake, Erestor?"

"No, your sounds woke me."

"Then you must be a light sleeper."

"No, but an attentive one."

"Sorry again. May I use the door?"

"No. You go just the way you came, nightly intruder."

Elladan giggled and climbed out over the balcony.

"Stupid twin." I slipped back into the bed.

Hesitating, Glorfindel lay down, too. "Valar, you are hard to trick."

"I hope so."

I kissed my Glory fiercely, sucking at his tongue, rolling him over and
taking him once again.

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Glorfindel slumped back in his chair. He felt miserable.

The Gondorian ambassadors chatted happily about politics, defence
against the folks of Umbar and the defeat of the Witch-king. Though there
were seven elves present the ambassadors mainly spoke with one alone.

Erestor shone in his favourite position: The Chief Advisor of Imladris.
Only that he was no longer advising but had long taken over the whole
dispute for the elves. Hardly any of the other elves spoke, not even Lord
Elrond.

Glorfindel pouted.

The humans had quickly turned to Erestor alone, finding that he was
informed about simply everything they wanted to talk about. It seemed
there was nothing he didn't know and all times when Glorfindel had tried
to say something he had soon interrupted him and dismissed his proposals
as unusable. After several tries Glorfindel had given up. He felt stupid.

Even in questions of defence and attack Erestor had easily beaten him with
superior strategies.

If he hadn't sat amidst this stupid gathering Glorfindel would have cried,
so useless did he feel.

When the meeting finally ended, all contracts made by Erestor and all
chosen proposals his, too, Glorfindel rose and fled.

He stumbled out, running into the forest and trying to suppress the sobs
until he was safely away from Imladris. When he reached his favourite
hiding spot, a big old oak tree near the river, he climbed it and sulked.

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I searched for my lover in the whole Homely House, but I didn't find him.
What a pity. I was in a very good mood and would have liked a quickie in
an empty antechamber. But my lover was not on duty, it seemed.

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Glorfindel pitied himself further. His dear lover was so beautiful, so
intelligent, cunning, always alert and invincible. He felt small and
unimportant beside him.  Yet his desire awoke, but he feared to meet
Erestor.

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Elrond heard a knock at his door and called enter. He sat in his workroom,
formerly being the twins' room but now occupied with a desk, shelves and
a small salve kitchen since they had moved out. Glorfindel passed into his
living room and Elrond rose and came to him, seeing that he was in
distress.

"Greetings, Glorfindel. What is troubling you?"

"You once said I should solve my problems and come to my friends",
explained the beautiful warrior timidly. Elrond nodded encouragingly. "I
would drink myself senseless now", said Glorfindel.

"No! I don't think that would help!" Elrond quickly embraced his pretty
seneschal tightly but Glorfindel stayed stiff and reluctant. "Please sit and
explain to me what bothers you."

Glorfindel sat down and Elrond poured him an alcohol-free cold tea. Then
he sat down beside the seneschal and rubbed his back soothingly
Glorfindel sat stiffly, hands cramped up in his lap, eyes swimming.

"Please, tell me what's on your mind", asked Elrond.

Taking a shaky breath, Glorfindel began. "I feel so worthless. My lover is
old, cunning, always alert, mighty and very, very intelligent."

"Indeed. But you are far from being worthless!"

Big blues eyes looked at him pleadingly, glittering with tears. "But I am!
Some days ago Elladan sneaked up on us because of one of his stupid bets.
Erestor already caught him when he was still outside on our balcony,
though he had slept fast, like me. I never realized anything until Elladan
screamed when Erestor caught him. If Elly had been some real danger
he would have easily killed me, but never my dear lover." Glorfindel
sighed. "On the one hand that is really ensuring. I am perfectly secure
beside Erestor. He hears everything and watches over me even in his
sleep. But on the other hand I am the warrior and I should be watching
over him! There were several situations like that in the last weeks when I
felt helpless and clumsy and my lover was all smart and clear. You were
there when I tipped over that glass of expensive wine a few days ago.
Erestor was... very angry with me."

Glorfindel gulped. He preferred to leave out the spanking he had received
for being so dumb after they had retired from the Great Hall to the privacy
of their chaber. It had bee too lustful.

The hand of his Lord was warm and comforting on his back.

"And today this gathering... it was horrible! No matter what I said he
rejected it as silly and short-sighted. I was close to tears when I finally
decided to keep my mouth shut to prevent more humiliation!"

Elrond smiled sadly. "That is his special subject. Erestor is not Chief
Advisor for nothing. Before such gatherings he studies everything he
could possibly need and mostly he already has the finished contract in
mind and only stirs the people into accepting it with profound arguments.
Why do you think all we other elves keep all still and wordless? Not even
I dare to rain on his parade. I am far from believing I could add something
to his arguments. I only sit there because it's expected from me, not
because I would have a real purpose. That's a thing we have to accept and
it by no means a shame to be less cunning in such gatherings than Erestor.
There is no need to be sad about that."

Glorfindel sniffed and drank his tea unhappily. "But I feel I'm no match
for him! He is older than me, he is much more experienced, me coming
from Gondolin, beeing completely out of touch with the rest of Middle-
Earth, he having served as a spy all over Middle-Earth. He can speak all
languages from Quenya to perfect Sindarin to Gondorish, Harad,
Rhohirish and even Orcish. He is always right at hand with the best
solutions for problems. He is beautiful, an old elf of Aman, having seen
the light of the trees and the Silmaril. He was in Angband, Elrond; he has
seen Morgoth and the iron crown! He sneaked past several Balrogs and
survived.

"And I? I grew up in Gondolin, safe from all malice of the world, and died
killing one Balrog in defence of Idril and will of self-destruction. I died
but the Valar didn't want me. Now I'm here and I am just what sometimes
at unguarded moments slips past Erestor's lips: A stupid warrior, beautiful
and useful for border patrols and being fucked."

Elrond observed shocked how Glorfindel broke into tears beside him and
repeated the words over and over: "Stupid warrior am I. Oh, I'm no match
for him. He'll get bored with me and throw me away one day. What shall I
do then? I love him! I want to stay with him, but how should he endure it
to be allied with such a dumb and boring being? Uhuhuuuu... " Elrond
gulped and was a bit at a loss. He knew the strange attire of his best
friends in their lovemaking. They tended to subdue and even hurt each
other and enjoy it. Was Glorfindel really suffering or did he relish hurting
himself like that?

"Glorfindel! Please, calm down and listen. You are neither dumb nor
stupid! Stupid is what Erestor calls everything that vexes him by habit. He
sometimes even called me stupid Half-elf. Stupid twins, stupid maiden,
stupid witch... seemingly all elves are stupid as soon they enrage him. You
are old yourself, and one always is the older of a couple. You have gone
through many things, have done great deeds and have many experiences,
too. Perhaps you are not as clever in negotiations as Erestor, but who is? I
am not and I still don't think low of myself. And I bet he is far from being
bored with you. Please, hush, Glorfindel! Talk to him about this, will you?
Tell him all the things you told me. He must know and he will tell you that
you are wrong, completely wrong."

Glorfindel shrugged and sobbed: "Of course he will. But still it is true."

"No! Glorfindel, would we both lie to you? Me, your Lord and long time
friend and protégé and him, your lover who has longed for you and desired
you for hundreds of years?"

The seneschal took a deep breath. "I don't know", he muttered shyly.

"Please, speak with Erestor. I believe he already searched the Homely
House for you."

Still sniffing, Glorfindel rose. "Alright. Thank you, Elrond."

"You are most welcome."

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I worked in the study but was a bit restless. I desired my lover. Where was
he? Why had he hidden after that stupid gathering?

I rose and left, walking to his rooms we mostly used together. He was
there, in the bathroom at the moment. I sat down on the sofa and waited
for him. When he came out drops glittered on his perfect body and he only
had a towel wrapped around his waist. Immediately I realized that he
carried his head low, peering up at me from under thick, blond lashes,
showing a very submissive behaviour. Oh good, I would love to rape him
momentarily.

He acted insecure, but soon let the towel fall and crawled up to me on all
fours. He stroked around my legs like a cat and purred.

I laughed out. "Now my good dear, what do you want?"

Glorfindel blinked up at me. "Beat me!" he whispered.

My groin grew hot. Gladly...but something held me back, though
Glorfindel crawled before me and stuck his ass up into my direction
willingly. Or perhaps because of that. It was too easy.

I knew from myself that I loved to be spanked when I was sad or angry.

"Glorfindel?"

"Hm?"

"Stand up please."

My glorious lover stood up and looked at me irritated. I grasped his chin
and massaged the pretty smooth cheek.

"What's wrong? Why do you want me to bang you up?"

Tears swelled in the sky blue eyes and Glorfindel looked down. My cock
immediately went limp again. He was sad! I had him sit down beside me
and gave him a blanket for cover. Glorfindel cuddled to me like a
frightened elfling.

"Tell me what moves you, please!" I begged.

"Do you love me?" he asked shyly. Now, how did he come to doubt that?

"Of course! More than anything else in the world! Why do you doubt it?"

"I... feel so worthless beside you. You are so beautiful, cunning, alert and
intelligent. And I am only a stupid warrior."

My heart broke. Oh no, my good, my best Glorfindel!

"Nooo! Oh Glory, please, forgive me. I sometimes called you that. It is a
habit of mine and I mean no offence. You are stunning, courageous, fierce,
strong, skilful, you can fight, ride, sing, track trace and hunt and 
whatever
one can wish."

"Yes, a warrior. But you never say I am intelligent since I am not."

I pressed his head against my chest. "I must admit intelligence would not
be a feature that characterises you most. You are just as intelligent as all
elves are, only a little naive at times. But you have all the other things 
for
you, now leave at least that little thing to me, or what would make me
worth anything?"

"But you are a spy, you speak several lang..."

"Stop, Glorfindel." I pulled his head up and looked deep into his eyes.
Then I bent forwards and kissed him. First tenderly, but then more
demanding, slipping my tongue between his lips. Then I opened my lips,
inviting him, and he kissed me, too.

"This is how much you are worth, Glorfindel. You are worth my love, that
is all I can give. Is that enough?"

A lazy smile curled the puffy rosy lips. "It's much."

"Nearly not sufficient. A low price for someone like you."

I embraced him tight and kissed him, roamed over his body, loved him,
cuddled him, seduced him in all ways I knew he liked. I made a little strip
show for him, making him hard, I baited him to the bathroom, preparing
myself with his eyes on me, then back to the sleeping room I laid out
myself, spreading my legs wide.

"Take what belongs to you", I hissed.

Glorfindel sighed deeply and sank down between my thighs. Clutching my
body strongly, he invaded me slowly, stretching my tight opening, and slid
his whole length into me. Ah, I felt great to be his.

How I loved to be conquered by my graceful lover.

"I'm yours", I said and the sigh of my lover showed true relief. I regretted
that he must really have doubted my love for him. Perhaps I had been too
dominant over him the last weeks. I would step back a bit in future and
submit to him, showing him how much I needed him, oh yesss, deeper,
Glorfindel!

"Mark me, take me, bring your essence into me!"

Glorfindel took me harder, mumbling words of love and passion into my
ear. His hard penis shoved in and out of me, rubbing my inner walls, yes,
marking me, I felt so belonging to him!

"I'm your property..." I sighed and came, clenching around my lover and
screaming: "Yours forever!"

Glorfindel chuckled and carefully thrust quicker, bringing himself to
completion too. When his seed shot into me, his eyes focussed sharply on
me. "Yes, mine."

I nodded and smiled. "How could you ever doubt that?"

When he rubbed his face against mine and finally fell asleep, I grinned to
myself.

Doubting my love for him!

Stupid warrior.

The End