Title: The Heat of Summer
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Lindir/?
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters (wish I did though); they 
are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this.
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel’s relationship continues to flourish, 
while another elf loves one he thinks is unattainable…
Warnings: My first attempt at writing a sex scene (cringes)…that should 
be warning enough…but if something’s not right, let me know…
Beta: Yvonne – thank you, as always, for your comments and suggestions! 
All other mistakes are mine…
Archive: Library of Moria; Melethryn; Of Elves and Men; ElvenLords 
Library; otherwise, please ask…
Authors Note: The sequel to ‘The Unfurling of Love’ (it’s now becoming 
a series, which I’m calling ‘The Four Seasons’ [highly imaginative, I 
know] – first winter, spring, now summer) and my muse demanded that I 
include another romance along with Erestor and Glorfindel’s. Thanks to 
Orchyd for helping me out with an elvish translation and, as always, thank 
you to my wonderful husband Gary for his suggestions, his support and 
still not thinking I’m crazy writing this sort of thing…

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“Beautiful, are they not?”

The voice startled Lindir out of his reverie, and he quickly turned to face 
the other elf.

“I…I did not mean to spy on them…I…umm…I was just walking…”

“Shh…’tis alright. I know you only happened on them perchance.” ‘Like 
every other time you have walked along here and found them thus,’ 
though this was not spoken out loud.

He watched as Lindir’s eyes strayed back to the couple lying in the grassy 
clearing, seemingly oblivious to their surroundings, their eyes only on 
each other.

“Tell me, pen-neth,” the elf’s voice breathed into Lindir’s ear, “which one 
of them do you want? Our dark-haired advisor, or the golden-haired 
seneschal? Or,” the now seductive voice continued, the elf standing close 
to the visibly trembling minstrel, “do you want them both?”

Lindir quickly moved away, stumbling over his robes in his haste. 
“I…forgive me…I must go,” he stuttered. He turned and all but ran from 
the other elf, robes and hair flying.

“You were a little cruel to him, gwanur.” The other twin approached his 
brother, a smile playing on his lips.

“I know, but you know as well as I this is not the first time he has spied 
upon Erestor and Glorfindel.” Both pairs of eyes looked towards the two 
elves lying in the clearing.

“So which one do you think he wants,” the recently-arrived twin asked. 
“Not that he will get either; the two are an exclusive pairing. They will not 
allow a third, nor will either of them sleep with another.”

“He is not interested in either Glorfindel or Erestor; I think he has his heart 
set on another elf, gwanur.”

“Do you know who?”

“Not yet – but I have every intention of finding out.”

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“He was here again,” Glorfindel said.

“Yes, I know. Why he thinks we are unaware of him, I do not know.”

“We do not exactly keep ourselves hidden from prying eyes, meleth-nín.” 

He brushed a lock of the dark hair away from his lover’s face before 
bestowing another kiss on Erestor’s lips.

“True, but may I point out that it was you who said we should not hide our 
love?”

“I had not anticipated you taking that literally and wanting to make love in 
an open, easily accessible place.”

“Part of the fun, my love. I am surprised, though, that the twins have not 
played voyeurs and watched our every move.”

“The twins,” remarked Glorfindel wryly, “are no novices in the way of 
love. Our minstrel, on the other hand, is a completely different story 
altogether. In all the time that I have been here, I have never seen him in a 
relationship with another elf – male or female.”

Erestor looked at the seneschal. “Why are you worrying about Lindir? He 
is old enough to find out about love for himself. You and I, on the other 
hand,” reaching his hand out for the bottle of lavender-scented oil, “have 
other things to deal with.”

Glorfindel raised an eyebrow. “Indeed?” he queried, watched as Erestor 
opened the bottle and coated his fingers with the oil. It never ceased to 
surprise him how easily Erestor took the initiative in their love-making 
now; a far cry from six months ago, when the insecure dark-haired elf let 
Glorfindel take the lead.

Watching Erestor through half-closed eyes, the feeling of love for the 
other elf struck him with renewed force. ‘By Elbereth,’ he thought as he 
felt the first of Erestor’s fingers penetrate him, ‘how could I have been so 
blessed?’ Any further thoughts flew from his mind as Erestor inserted 
another finger, then a third, finding the small bundle of nerves that sent 
waves of ecstasy through his body, before replacing the fingers with his 
hard cock.

Erestor sighed as he slowly sheathed himself into the willing body beneath 
him, Glorfindel returning the thrust to give a renewed depth to their 
contact. When their relationship first began, Erestor had been too 
frightened to do this. But Glorfindel had been patient and, with gentle 
guidance, allowed Erestor to take him. Now he was just as comfortable 
taking the golden-haired warrior as well as being taken. He began to thrust 
gently, savouring the feeling of being inside Glorfindel. Changing the 
angle slightly, he began hitting the nerve bundle he had found earlier with 
his fingers, and watched the look of bliss pass over the seneschal’s face 
every time his cock brushed over it.

“Please, meleth, faster…”

Increasing the tempo, Erestor took hold of Glorfindel’s weeping member 
and began stroking it in time with his thrusts. He was not going to last 
long. “Come with me, Glorfindel,” he whispered, increasing the pace even 
further. With a cry, the seneschal reached his climax, spilling his come 
onto his stomach and Erestor’s hand. The advisor followed within seconds 
before Glorfindel’s quivering had subsided, adding intensity to his own 
orgasm, and with a satisfied groan he fell on top of the other elf.

They lay there peacefully, blissfully content. Neither of them wanted to 
move, but the gradual waning of the sun was cause for them to slowly 
untangle themselves from each other. Reaching for his tunic, Glorfindel 
used it to wipe away the sticky remains of his semen from himself and 
Erestor. He rose to his feet and quickly put on his leggings and tunic, 
watched by the languidly reclining advisor.

“You do realise that I will only be undressing you as soon as we get to our 
rooms,” he informed Glorfindel as he rose gracefully to his feet. He made 
his way over to the other elf and gently kissed him.

“Behave yourself, advisor,” Glorfindel growled.

“Oh, don’t worry, I will…till we get to our rooms.” Erestor donned his 
own clothes before extending his hand to the seneschal. “Come – we still 
have some time before dinner.”

Glorfindel smiled. ‘Our rooms.’ He still could not believe that Erestor had 
moved into his rooms, despite complaining they were ostentatious. 
Though he had not been there for long, already the dark-haired elf was 
putting in his own personal touches. The seneschal had offered to have the 
rooms redecorated, but Erestor declined. “Let us leave things as they are 
for the moment,” he had said. “There is enough time to change things.”

Glorfindel brought his mind back to the present and looked up at the 
darkening sky. “We do not have *that* much time, meleth-nín; you know 
that Elrond doesn’t like anyone to be late to the dinner-table.”

“Then let us not waste any more time standing here talking.”

“You are insatiable, meleth.”

“And you, pen-valthennen, are delectable, and I refuse to spend any more 
time here when it can be used more productively elsewhere.” Erestor 
turned to go, then paused.

“Actually, I have a better idea.”

“Namely?”

“A race.”

Glorfindel sighed and scratched his head. “Erestor – we are not elflings. 
Can you imagine what the others would say if they saw the two of us 
running like madmen? I have no desire to be at the receiving end of their 
jokes for the next week.” 

“Ah, but if there were an added incentive…”

“Such as?”

“Well…if I reach our rooms first, I get to take you again. However, if you 
should beat me…”

Glorfindel looked at Erestor, saw how the eyes had darkened to an almost 
obsidian colour. Despite himself, he could feel desire coursing through his 
veins at the dark-haired elf’s words. “I accept the challenge, melethron…” 
he growled, “and get ready to be taken, for I shall make sure I reach our 
rooms first…”

Both began to run towards the house, Erestor gradually dropping away to 
let Glorfindel run ahead of him. He smiled. “And I shall enjoy you taking 
me,” he whispered, watching the gradually retreating back of his lover.

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The first time Lindir had stumbled across Erestor and Glorfindel it was by 
accident; watching the two of them making love he had been both 
embarrassed and fascinated at the same time. He saw the tenderness that 
the two elves bestowed on each other, the gentle kisses, heard the sighs 
and moans as they reached their climax. Lindir was genuinely happy for 
Erestor, always feeling that the advisor needed someone to love him, and 
thought that the golden-haired seneschal was the perfect choice. He found 
he could not take his eyes off them. Later, he would deliberately seek 
them out. It was not difficult; they went back to the same place time and 
again. Making sure that he was always out of sight, he would watch them, 
partly because of the beauty of the two elves – one dark, one golden – and 
how perfectly they blended together. The other reason was to satisfy his 
own curiosity as to how male elves made love. While having had a general 
idea, watching his mentor and the seneschal confirmed what he had 
always thought.

He sighed, uncurling himself from the chair he had been in since racing 
back to the house after his encounter with one of the twins. It had to have 
been *that* twin – the one who had captured the minstrel’s heart and held 
it securely in his grasp, even though he did not know he had it. Lindir 
chewed on his bottom lip. He had heard that Erestor had been the one who 
had approached Glorfindel and declared his love for him. Lindir only 
wished he had the same courage. But as far as he was concerned, he was 
only a minstrel, the other elf Lord Elrond’s son. At least the advisor and 
seneschal were of equal standing.

“Lindir?”

Though the voice was slightly muffled by the door, the minstrel 
recognised it instantly. “Oh Elbereth, not him…please…not now…” he 
whispered.

“Lindir, please…I would like to speak with you.”

He rose up from the chair and hesitated briefly before making his way to 
the door. Opening it, he looked at the elf standing outside in the corridor.

“You wish to speak to me about this afternoon,” Lindir stated, secretly 
relieved his voice was steady.

“Partly, though it is not the main reason why I am here. May I come in?”

Stepping aside, Lindir watched as the other elf entered the room before 
closing the door.

“I wish to apologise for my words this afternoon, pen-neth – they were 
uncalled for. It was only meant in jest; I had not meant to embarrass you.”

The minstrel looked at the contrite elf standing before him. He swallowed. 
“Apology accepted, my Lord.”

“My Lord? Please, let us drop the formalities. Can you not call me by my 
given name?”

Lindir flushed. “It would not be proper for me to do so. I am only a 
servant in this household.”

The other elf smiled ruefully. “As you wish.” Walking to a chair, he sat 
down. “Why do you go back to watch them, Lindir? Today was not…” he 
continued, as the minstrel began shaking his head, ”…the first time you 
have done so.”

Lindir was mortified. He had been caught out. “Forgive me…I meant no 
harm, nor offence.” His voice was barely above a whisper. “It is 
just…they are so beautiful together…the love they share…but I do 
not…desire them…in that way…” Lindir’s voice trailed away under the 
scrutiny of the other elf.

“Yes, they are beautiful together,” the other agreed. “Though that does not 
mean following and watching them each time they make love, Lindir; they 
are entitled to some privacy.”

“You are right. I will not do so again, you have my word.” There was a 
tremor in Lindir’s voice.

There was silence in the room as both elves looked at each other. “Tell 
me, Lindir – why has one so fair as yourself not been ensnared by 
another? Do you not wish to find love? There are many here in Imladris 
who desire you.”

“I…I…cannot believe there are those who would want or desire me.”

“Do not doubt your own worth, pen-neth. You are very beautiful to look 
at, and you have a sweet and caring nature. Who would not want – or love 
– you? Or is there already an elleth or ellon whom you desire, whom you 
have lost your heart to, but are afraid to tell them?”

The minstrel found he was unable to speak and, to his chagrin, felt a tear 
roll down his cheek.

“Pen-neth?” The other elf rose up from the chair and approached Lindir. 
“There *is* someone – who? Maybe I can help,” he entreated.

Shaking with emotion, Lindir said: “Yes, there is; but the one I care for 
will never return my feelings. You can not help me!” He then turned and 
ran from the room, leaving a surprised and slightly worried elf in his 
wake.

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“Ah, so glad the two of you could join us.”

“Our apologies, my Lord; we were otherwise…engaged and forgot the 
time.” A titter from Elladan greeted Erestor’s remark, and he turned to 
glare at the offending twin.

“Indeed.” Oh, he knew *exactly* how engaged they were, yet Elrond’s 
gaze softened as he looked upon his two friends. The love the two shared 
was obvious to everyone around them. “I trust next time you will not be so 
remiss,” he said, trying to inject some sternness in his voice, but his words 
were tempered with a smile.

“We will ensure that it will not happen again, my Lord,” said Glorfindel, 
turning to look at the unrepentant advisor sitting next to him.

Erestor looked down the table, hoping to catch Lindir’s eye. He wanted to 
speak to him, feeling there was something bothering the young minstrel 
and hoping to find out what it was. But he was nowhere to be seen.

“If you are looking for Lindir,” Elrond said, noticing Erestor’s scanning of 
the table, “he is indisposed. Apparently he is not feeling very well and 
requested he be excused. And, before you ask, I have arranged for a 
sleeping draught to be sent to him – it seems he has not been sleeping well 
of late. So whatever you wish to speak to him about will have to wait until 
morning.”

Elrond’s words concerned Erestor. This was not like Lindir, and it made 
speaking to the young elf more imperative. But Elrond was right; if he had 
taken a sleeping draught, then there would be no point in speaking to the 
minstrel tonight. He brought his thoughts to his plan for tonight and, 
leaning in towards Glorfindel, he whispered: “Do not partake too much of 
dessert, melethron – I have arranged for some fruit to be brought to our 
rooms later.”

At his lover’s querying look, Erestor merely smiled.

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~~ Later that evening, in their rooms ~~

“You let me win.”

“Did I?”

“Mmm – not that I am complaining, mind you.”

“I should think not. Nor do you need to worry about being on the 
receiving end of any jokes – no one saw us.”

“Thankfully.”

Both were sprawled on the bed, dressed in leggings and shirts, a platter of 
fruit between them. Picking up one of the juicy strawberries, Erestor bit 
into it, savouring the sweetness of the fruit. Glorfindel swallowed a moan 
at the sight; watching the dark-haired elf eating the fruit, carefully wiping 
away traces of juice from his mouth, was proving to be sensual and erotic. 
He wanted nothing more than to throw the platter to the floor and ravish 
the advisor senseless.

“Is something wrong, meleth-nín?” Erestor asked, finishing off the 
strawberry and picking up a slice of peach.

Glorfindel found he had difficulty swallowing. “No…no…” he managed 
to utter, watching as the fruit disappeared into his lover’s mouth before 
Erestor moved the platter onto the floor.

“Then why are you staring at me?”

“Am I?” His voice was thick with desire.

“Do you plan to stare at me all night, or are you going to make love to 
me?”

The seneschal needed no second invitation. He leaned in and kissed 
Erestor’s lips, savouring the taste of peach that still lingered there. As he 
moved closer and reached for his lover’s shirt, Erestor broke the kiss. “Not 
here. I want to make love outside, under the moonlight.”

Glorfindel looked at the dark-haired elf in amusement. “You always 
manage to surprise me, melethron. First a race this afternoon; and now you 
wish to go out into the night to make love? He chuckled. “Very well,” he 
said, getting up from the bed and pulling Erestor up with him. Picking up 
the blanket lying on the bed, he extended his hand. “Then let us go and 
make love under the moonlight.”

The two elves left the house, unseen by all except the Lord of Imladris, 
who just smiled and shook his head.

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“You are so beautiful, meleth.”

Erestor raised his head and looked lovingly at the elf lying next to him. 
“As you are, pen-valthennen. If I had known how wonderful this was, how 
much joy there was in loving you, I would have approached you a long 
time ago…” He was silenced as Glorfindel pulled him down and kissed 
him.

“And I wish I had approached you a long time ago, meleth,” the seneschal 
said as they broke the kiss. “But we have the rest of our lives; it will 
matter not where we are, whether here in Middle-earth, or on Valinor, I 
will be there for you.”

“How true; even now, whenever I turn around, there you are,” Erestor 
teased. He leaned down and began nibbling on Glorfindel’s ear.

“And there *you* are,” he growled, flipping Erestor onto his back before 
moving his hand down and grasping his lover’s erection, his thumb 
smearing the pre-come that had already formed. Erestor arched into the 
seneschal’s touch and gave a low moan. “Oh yes…” he breathed. His 
eyelids fluttered as he started to lose himself to the sensations generated 
by Glorfindel’s hand.

“Open your eyes, meleth-nín – I want to see your eyes as you come.” 
Erestor did as he was asked, and his passion-darkened eyes met those of 
Glorfindel’s. He rocked his hips, thrusting into the hand that was slowly 
bringing him over the edge. His own hand reached out to grasp 
Glorfindel’s cock, wanting him to experience the same pleasure he was 
feeling.

“You will undo me, meleth,” the seneschal rasped.

“I hope so.”

Hands stroked more quickly, breathing became more ragged. Glorfindel 
claimed Erestor in a fierce kiss, muffling their cries as they came. They 
moved even closer to each other, oblivious to everything, only wanting to 
be wrapped up in their own small world.

“There you are,” Erestor whispered, as he snuggled up to Glorfindel. The 
seneschal placed a gentle kiss on Erestor’s head, and soon both were lost 
in reverie…

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There you are in the early light of day
There you are in the quite words I pray
I’ve been blessed by the simple happiness
Of the perfect love we’ve made

Every time I turn around
When I’m lost and when I’m found
Like an angel standing guard
There you are
Every time I take a breath
And when I forget to breathe
You’re watching over me
There you are
When I’m looking for the light
In the middle of the night
Searching for the brightest star
There you are

There you are standing in a crowded room
There you are the earth and I’m the moon
My desire is to stand by the fire
That burns inside of you

(Repeat chorus)

‘There You Are’ – Martina McBride, ‘Emotion’

~~ FINIS ~~

Elvish translations:	
                               elleth = she-elf
	ellon = elf (male)
	gwanur = brother
	meleth = love
	meleth-nín = my love
	melethron = lover (male)
	pen-neth = young one
	pen-valthennen = my golden one