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Chapter 10:
Ethuil, Imladris, 2818 T.A.

Glorfindel returned to his duties and began more vigorous physical activity. This, combined with the sleeping draught and Elrond’s company throughout the nights, made his dreams more manageable. Elrond still worried for his Seneschal so he used lunch as an excuse to check on him. It came as no surprise when Elrond arrived at Glorfindel’s door carrying a tray with a selection of cheeses, meats, breads, sweets, and a bottle of wine on it.

“Ready for lunch, meldir?”

The pair enjoyed pleasant conversation and a good meal. It was a daily respite that they both needed. As the wine dwindled, Elrond noticed that Glorfindel began to fidget. “Is there anything amiss?”

“Uhm… Elrond, has Erestor returned? I assume he is avoiding me, and I was just wondering how he fared?”

Elrond blanched, unsure how the truth would be received, “They have not returned, Fin. And, there has been no sign of them.”

“They are terribly over due! Erestor is never late without informing us. Never.” Glorfindel jumped up as if to set off to find the pair, when Elrond pulled him back down.

“And just what could you do right now to bring them home? They are both quite capable of taking care of themselves and you know that. I have sent search parties out as far as I dare. Now, we just must wait.”

“What?! You have deployed my troops without informing me?” Glorfindel shouted, as he banged his fist on the table. Luckily he caught his wine glass before it toppled. “What other decisions have you excluded me from?!”

“Glorfindel,” Elrond chastised, “you are not exactly at your best right now, nor is your emotional state concerning Erestor dispassionate. I felt it best if I went to Aurvellas directly with this. He is quite capable of handling these things with discretion. The last thing that we need right now is for word to get out that my Chief Advisor has gone missing and my Seneschal is ailing.”

“Bloody hell, Elrond! You are probably right, but as your Seneschal, their safety is my responsibility. I despise waiting. A sparring session sounds perfect now. By your leave, híren,” he said, and with that, he stormed out of the room.

Elrond poured the last of the wine into his glass and downed it. That could have gone better.

~~~*~~~


He was finishing a carefully crafted letter when strong arms surrounded him. “Lirimaer, do you think of nothing but work?” Soft lips traced from the base of his neck up to nibble at his ear.

“My dear Seneschal, the messenger leaves at first light, I cannot delay this task.”

His chair was turned and his lap filled with a strong golden form, “Not even for a short while?” His lips were seized in a bruising, plundering embrace, leaving him moaning. “I want you… here… now.”

“Who decides that you always get what you want?” He murmured, his desire obvious as his hardness pushed against the Elda’s thigh. He growled as he pulled those soft pink lips down to be licked.

Glorfindel groaned and threw his head back, opening his neck up to Erestor’s attention, “Gods! You turn my blood to molten fire, morvir nín!” Erestor immediately began sucking and licking from the collar bone up to an enticing ear tip.

“Aíya, you are too distracting. Leave me now. I must finish this,” he tried to push Fin up from his lap.

“No you must finish this,” the Seneschal growled, as he took the dark elf’s hand and pressed it against his arousal.

His resolve gone, Erestor rubbed the throbbing member eliciting a soft moan. They stood. Erestor slid the bolt in the lock and turned to view his golden warrior, dark eyes drank in tousled golden hair, sky blue eyes darkening with desire, kissed bruised lips, golden skin flushed pink. Erestor walked over and their lips brushed together in a tender kiss. As Glorfindel moaned, Erestor pushed his tongue in and swept it around the sweetness there. While they were kissing Erestor quickly unclasped the Elda’s clothes and dropped his tunic to the floor. When they broke, gasping, to breathe, Erestor quickly pulled Glorfindel’s shirt over his head. Once the Elda was standing, shirtless, Erestor could no longer contain his desire. He reached out and stroked the rippling muscles before him, lightly twirling two nubs in his fingers before pulling the hard body to him for another searing kiss as he unlaced the leggings before him.

“You are so wondrous to behold, maethoren valthen,” he said as he knelt in front of the glorious body, pulling the leggings down as he slid his tongue over the newly exposed skin. The dark elf pulled the boots and leggings off together. When he looked up, Fin’s arousal stood jutting proudly from soft golden ringlets where he nuzzled, inhaling the Seneschal’s unique spicy scent.

Glorfindel looked down and their eyes met as Erestor swallowed his hardness to the base in one swift movement, causing the Elda’s knees to buckle and forcing him to grasp the desk to stay upright. The sight of those ruby red lips taking in all he had to offer while staring into chocolate orbs half-lidded with lust turned his desire white hot. Fin pulled back, gasping. “Please. I must have you. Now, lirimaer.” They began to unbuckle Erestor’s robes as the Seneschal pushed the dark elf toward the large sofa, leaving a trail of clothes in their midst.

When Erestor’s legs hit the sofa he fell back, pulling Fin down upon him. As pale, cool skin met warm golden flesh, desire swamped the two elves and a war of frantic, desperate kissing, groping, and fondling began with soft sighs accompanying louder moans. Erestor closed his eyes enjoying the onslaught of delight the golden one was treating him to. When his arousal was engulfed by that warmth, he cried out, unable to contain the shout as he arched into the delicious sensation. Fin expertly brought him close to completion but pulled away and pressed down hard at the base of his arousal to stem his release, “Wait for me, morvir nín. Do you have oil?”

Barely able to speak, the Advisor motioned toward the window sill upon which sat many beautiful cut glass vials throwing rainbows on the ledge. The Seneschal leaped up, grabbed one and rushed back to cover the dark elf with his body, taking the soft lips in a sweet kiss as he poured oil into his hand. He reached down and pressed a single digit into the puckered opening as he suckled the ear tip in front of him. Crooking his finger he quickly found his mark as the elf below him bucked up forcing their arousals together. “Aíya, I cannot resist you. You undo me.” As he ground his hips down, another finger was pushed into the quivering channel, twisting and stretching.

Finally, three well oiled fingers were moving easily in the tight passage. As Fin reached for the oil, it was instead taken by an alabaster hand which stroked and oiled his hardness. Fin moaned at the sensation and quickly moved between Erestor’s thighs. He pulled one long leg over his shoulder and slowly pushed into the tight sheath. Once completely housed, he stilled, attempting to gain control so that he could make this last.

When he opened his eyes, he gazed into deep brown ones filled with desire. At a nod from the dark elf, he pulled back and thrust in at an angle. His aim was true for the dark elf below him moaned and bucked into the thrust. That was the signal and the two elves began moving in an ancient dance. As his movements became more erratic, the Seneschal reached down and grasped the straining member between them, stroking firmly. Both elves climaxed together, hot seed spurting between them, “Fin!” bursting from the dark elf’s throat.

~~~*~~~


Erestor sat up in the starlit talan, his cry waking Gildor. He was trembling, so Gildor wrapped his arms about him, Erestor’s recent release and emotions having destroyed the dark elf’s control. “By the Valar, Gildor, my body has not behaved thus in millennia. Why now?”

“Perhaps it is the knowledge that you cannot run away again once we arrive in Imladris. Mayhap it has been far too long since you found comfort in the arms of another. You were always a warm, sensual being. You craved being touched, caressed. This enforced celibacy is not helping matters, of that I am certain.” Gildor’s tone was light, attempting to ease his friend’s discomfort.

Erestor groaned, “And now I have made a mess of the sheets and myself. Aíya, I need to clean up.”

Gildor went to the bathing chamber to retrieve a wet cloth which he handed to Erestor. He then pulled the soiled sheet off the bed as Erestor changed into fresh sleeping pants. Gildor covered them both with the blanket as he settled down behind Erestor pulling the dark elf close to him. “Mellon nín,” Gildor began hesitantly, “if Fin ever changed his ways and asked for your forgiveness, could you gift him with it?”

Erestor’s lips formed a thin line, “Why do you ask such a thing? He will never change. That is not something I must consider being faced with.”

“Where is the Advisor who considers all possibilities before they could ever hope to materialize? Why on Arda are you so incapable of using that magnificent brain of yours when it comes to matters of your heart?” his words had come out too harsh and he could see that they had cut deeply as dark eyes glittered with wetness. “Erestor…. Please…. I apologize. Damn it! I miss you. I miss Fin. The way we all used to be. I want you whole and happy. I do not believe you can be either while you continue to cling to the past, unable to forgive or forget.”

Tears were silently coursing down alabaster cheeks, as Erestor whispered, “I do not know how to answer you. I loved him. I am still in love with him. Could I forgive him if he asked? I know not. No one had ever held dominion over my heart before and he used that power to utterly shatter me.”

The total despair in Erestor’s voice hurt Gildor deeply, like a knife twisting in his heart. This must end. When I return to Imladris, Elrond and I must do something. “Sleep now, meldir. I am here and I will take care of you. Just rest.” He spooned up behind Erestor’s body and held the dark elf tightly as both slipped into reverie.

Neither realized that a small figure behind a screen sat with her knees tucked up under her chin, tears running down her face. Erestor’s shout had woken Sídhiel, as well.

~~~*~~~

Even though they had set out early the next morning, Erestor was pushing their mounts hard. He had realized how overdue they were. He knew that Elrond would be beside himself with worry especially when the Lord and Lady arrived and had no word of them. He kept a watch on Sídhiel, but she was traveling comfortably. When she would grow weary, he would pull her in front of him, holding her so that she could sleep. That allowed them to travel without stopping as often, so they made good time. They made it to the foothills under Redhorn Pass in a little over two days, but they still had not caught up with the Lord and Lady.

As they settled into a comfortable routine, Sídhiel was less talkative and more watchful. When they were halfway through the mountain crossing and had finally found an uninhabited cave to make camp in, Sídhiel noticeably sighed with relief. Six straight days of riding were obviously wearing on the child’s normal exuberance. Once off Eyra’s back, she dropped down on the cave floor and almost instantly fell asleep.

The smells of cooking set her stomach to grumbling and woke her. She looked around and noticed that the cave was warm and dry and much larger than she had realized. There was even a section toward the front that the horses were standing in. The entrance was veiled in shadows, but it looked as though there were bushes covering it for concealment.

She got up, stretched, and walked toward the fire to join the others. When she arrived, Erestor handed her a cup of cool water and a still sizzling hunk of rabbit on a skewer. Sídhiel sat on a rock next to Erestor and ate in silence. Even this simple fare tasted exquisite to the young child and she ate it all quickly. When she had finished and was licking her fingers, she looked to Erestor and asked shyly, “Er-es-tor who will I live with when we arrive in Imladris?”

Erestor was startled by the question, but answered easily, “Why me, of course. Unless there is someone else you would rather have take care of you? Mayhap Gildor?”

She smiled, “No. Gildor is nice, but I want to live with you.” She hesitated, and then said, “And I want you to be my Ada. Will you be? I’ve never had an Adar before.”

He looked down at the blue eyes shining in the fire light, “Oh, my sweet one! I would be honored to be your Ada! It would make me so happy to have you as my iell.” He reached over and hugged her tightly.

The next four days of travel were quiet and uneventful with no sign of orcs. Erestor was relieved and assumed that the Lord and Lady’s guard had cleared the way for them. He was ever vigilant on this pass after what had happened to Celebrían.

TBC

Translations:
Ethuil – late spring
meldir – my friend (male)
híren – my lord
lirimaer – lovely one
morvir nín – my dark jewel
maethoren valthen – my golden warrior
mellon nín – my friend
iell -- daughter
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