Title: Dance With Me 4/13
Author: Hare
(harefic@yahoo.com)
Type: FPS
Characters: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me in any way imaginable nor am I profiting from this story.
Timeline: This is a flashback story from Lindon-Second Age to Gondolin-First Age, and back again – many, many times.
Warning: Very explicit sexual scenes, angst, rape (part 11)
Beta: Ophelialaughs & Ezimachia - The best 1-2 beta-punch! All mistakes are mine.
Summary: Three lives, two elves, one love.
Gondolin - First Age
Anor’s warmth and light pulled Erestor from his slumber. In a sleep induced haze, he reached over to touch his lover and encountered a cold empty space. Mildly disappointed at not finding Glorfindel next to him, he let his hand wander down his abdomen and smiled as he discovered the flaky evidence of last night’s desire. Glorfindel may have wandered off but his gift from their tryst remained firmly attached to Erestor’s belly.
He ached from last night’s quick but strenuous activity and slowly hauled himself out of the large bed. Never truly appreciating Glorfindel’s bed he allowed himself a long perusal of the structure. It perfectly reflected the wanton and priapismic ways of Glorfindel; its size dominated the room, large and tall with four golden posts. Each was intricately etched with golden blooming flowers and radiant sunbursts from top to bottom. It exuded an inviting and seductive air especially in its currently crumpled state so he decided to leave the bed in disarray to remind Glorfindel what had taken place.
In the meantime, he would take advantage of Glorfindel’s bathing chamber. Not afforded this particular luxury in his personal quarters, Erestor bathed publicly when a quick rinse would not suffice. He rubbed his hands together and rushed to take full advantage of the large, private tub.
Erestor knew that Glorfindel’s attendants filled his bathing pool each morning and today the water was still tepid and just warm enough to elicit a satisfied groan from Erestor as he sank down within it. He reached out, hesitating for just a moment as he perused the eclectic display of oils. Even in this Glorfindel’s penchant for excess was evident. Oil slick bottles, large and small, some intricately designed and some plain, glistened in Anor’s rays, and the variety of colors startled as bright blues, reds, and yellows danced before Erestor’s vision. Closing his eyes shut he randomly chose a vial, poured in a large amount, and with a sigh of delight submerged to his chin in the inviting water.
As he took a fresh fig, out of Glorfindel’s ever present supply, his thoughts once more drifted to his new lover. He knew, just as Glorfindel had confessed, that they were inextricably bound to one another, and he could remember the exact moment he gained that knowledge. It occurred the very first time he had seen Glorfindel, and his reaction was, at least on the surface, like all those around him. He had been intrigued by his beauty and strength, and he had wanted to soothe the hurt he detected beneath the pompous and playful attitude. He had known that Glorfindel was beloved and sought after by many, but he had also felt that once united they would never part. He now realized that Glorfindel knew this also. All the signs had been there but he had been unable to move beyond his own ruminations and discern what Glorfindel felt, until now.
On his part it had been an immediate reaction but he wondered if Glorfindel may have gradually come to awareness of their special bond. Someday he might have all his questions answered. Yet even though they had lain together in lust, he was still not privy to the thoughts and desires of his lover. Glorfindel, the master of frustrating misdirection, never divulged his secrets whether Erestor asked in curiosity or in a completely casual manner.
In hopes of Glorfindel’s return, Erestor knew he stalled his departure. Unable to remain longer he slowly finished washing and dressed for the day. He reluctantly departed when he could not delay further without facing repercussions from lack of attention to his own duties.
Erestor never did locate Glorfindel that day. He briefly looked for him on the training grounds, but Glorfindel had effectively disappeared. Harried and very late, he finally gave up the search and rushed to his office in the palace.
Life as one of the King’s strategists had its perks, and even in times of peace his talents were of use. As Turgon built Gondolin, his new Tirion, groups were formed to study all aspects of life in their soon-to-be home. Erestor had been assigned leader of planning and implementation of food growing. He had relished this new role as his skills as a tactician were previously tested only during times of battle, and he had been grateful for work on a project solely aimed at preserving life.
There were extremes to consider when one cut ones self off from trade as well as perching a city at such a great height. His experience from years of self-sufficiency held him in good stead as they gathered and experimented with many varieties of seeds and were ultimately successful at discovering an abundance of grains, vegetables, and fruits that were suitable for growth in Gondolin. The height of the city further guaranteed a harsh winter every year and preparedness for this was of the utmost importance.
Once they had secretly inhabited Gondolin, his duties became more routine and mainly confined to arranging delivery and storage of food stuffs to ensure there was enough to last for the winter. In the growing months, he would ride out to the crop fields and inspect the progress for the year and reported back directly to King Turgon.
Meat was secured from wild fowl which landed in the area during the year and many of the twelve Houses kept small flocks of domesticated animals. King Turgon would not tolerate activities outside the walls for any reason and this was a hard fast rule. The only possible exception would be starvation, so every elf involved with maintaining an adequate food supply worked diligently. It pleased Erestor that they had greatly added to the libraries on animal husbandry, and erosion control and manipulation of plants. Each year increased their knowledge, and he was satisfied that no foraging or hunting outside the walls would be necessary this year or, hopefully, any year.
And so the day after his tryst with Glorfindel found him in meetings dedicated to setting the king’s mind and his counselors’ minds at ease regarding this year’s bounty. Indeed his own mind could not even wander to bask in the afterglow of his fantasy come to life before it was dragged back by some question he had answered at least a half dozen times prior.
Finally released from duty, he quickly fled the palace and wandered over to Glorfindel’s home. But after an hour of fruitless questioning he realized that no one knew where their lord had gone, only that he would be away for several days.
Stunned, he slowly made his way back to his rooms, oblivious to all around him and valiantly trying to ignore that small rational voice whispering to him that his fantasy was a one night option.
The next few days were intolerable for Erestor. He fretted constantly over Glorfindel’s disappearance, convincing himself that Glorfindel had run so as not to face him in the awkwardness of the morning after. One moment he felt distraught and the next so violently angry, he vowed to rip that mane of golden hair straight from Glorfindel’s head!
Unbidden thoughts plagued him as he recalled one of Glorfindel’s discarded lovers. Used for one night and then left alone to deal with the consequences of his unfulfilled fantasies, the young ellon had worn a shattered expression for months after the brief affair. That look now haunted Erestor’s waking and dreaming moments, and he feared he should have been wiser and taken that as a sign of his own fate.
The night of his weekly dinner with Ecthelion and Vespula came, and he managed an imitation of good cheer even as his emotions raged on. Unable to enjoy the good food or the excellent company, he continued to smile and laugh even as Vespula incessantly questioned him on his state of health.
He did glean one bit of information that evening. Ecthelion mentioned in casual passing that Glorfindel was on reconnaissance, a twice yearly inspection of the areas outside of the walls to check for any suspicious activity near the city. Upon hearing this news, Erestor had a vague recollection of conversing with Glorfindel about this mission. Still with all that had happened in the ensuing weeks, he could not be sure if that conversation was a true manifestation or some excuse he tried to concoct.
Even gaining the knowledge of Glorfindel’s whereabouts did not ease Erestor’s thoughts. And as he made ready for sleep, he keenly felt the hurt of lost trust as he had been sure they were beyond the games lovers played. The years they had known each other, all the battles they had been through, the shared moments should not have led to this. It never occurred to him that Glorfindel would pretend nothing had happened between them.
Settling down, he let awareness drift from his mind only to be awakened at some unknown time later by the sensation of lips touching his, tenderly and gently they eased his open so a hot tongue could snake its way into his mouth. Snapping completely out of his reverie, he marveled at the pale blue eyes gazing at him through a fringe of dark lush lashes. Fantasy and reality merging, he stood swiftly, grabbed Glorfindel and forced him across the room and up against the wall, scattering several piles of books along the way.
Hissing into Glorfindel’s face, his anger boiled to the surface. “You dare come here after leaving me with nary an explanation, gone for fourteen days, and smelling of horse?”
Glorfindel threw his arms up in surrender.
“You were resting so peacefully that morning, and I had no desire to disturb your slumber. We talked about the reconnaissance but days before Erestor, and I assumed you would remember.”
“I obviously had other things on my mind, and I have no intention of recalling your schedule as well as mine. Next time find some way of reminding me!”
Running one long finger down the side of Erestor’s face, Glorfindel let loose one of his rare heart-breaking grins, a look that shot an arrow of lust straight to Erestor’s groin. Glorfindel seemed to know full well the effect he caused as he innocently stated, “Why do we waste time arguing when I have more tempting uses for our mouths. Shall I demonstrate?”
As Glorfindel’s finger moved around his face, down the side of his neck, and then slowly up and down his arm it left a blazing trail of heat that flared his desire. Erestor bravely tried to ignore the temptation, not wanting to let this encounter turn physical before they discussed what was happening between them, so he grasped Glorfindel’s wandering digit and fixed a serious gaze on his friend’s face.
“We do need to speak, Glorfindel. “
Mouth turned downward in a mock frown Glorfindel sighed. “I thought finally you were convinced of your tendency to over speak. I see now that you need more persuasion to silence your tongue.”
Glorfindel, as he spoke, beheld him with arrogant anticipation, eyes coolly perusing his nakedness. Erestor shot him a withering look knowing the mood of his friend would prevent any further discussion. Still not ready to forgive Glorfindel completely, he tried to move, but was quickly held, turned, and propelled back up against the wall. Glorfindel fully clothed, pushed against Erestor’s naked skin, slowly rubbing up and down. The rough slide of Glorfindel’s clothes over his defenseless body set off an eruption of shivers as desire awoke again and his need to discuss their situation was driven from his mind.
Blue eyes appraised him as hands and mouth claimed his body. Glorfindel worshiped him, nipping and licking from his neck down to his abdomen. Not an inch remained untouched, bathed in the essence of Glorfindel. Gentle palms caressed down his belly, thumbs traced along the curve of his hips and continued down to stroke his inner thighs as Glorfindel slid gracefully to his knees.
Not prepared for the suddenness of the action, Erestor gasped. A hot moist mouth closed over his arousal and engulfed him to the root. With palms tightly braced against the cold wall, his body slammed backwards as he bore the onslaught. He felt weak and feverish and swayed on his feet as Glorfindel brought him to the brink of release before slowing the pace. A voice cried out its pleasure and he felt no embarrassment that it belonged to him. His entire world focused on the beautiful sensations Glorfindel’s mouth created on his brutally hard length.
When Glorfindel thought to deny him release for a third time, Erestor clinched Glorfindel’s head in a tight hold and forced it back to task, gasping at each new sensation. Running his hands through the mane of silk he firmly grasped it, gaining a more commanding grip and increased the tempo, gratified by Glorfindel’s acquiescence. Barely maintaining control, he used Glorfindel’s mouth roughly, groaning as the warmth left him and moaning as it surrounded him once more. Erestor felt the skillful tongue swirling around his swollen shaft. The drag of the perfect suction finally brought him screaming to completion before he had time to assess Glorfindel’s willingness to receive his seed. This minor fear rose through his erotic fugue, but was quickly squelched as he felt Glorfindel swallowing repeatedly with no attempt to escape his mad clutch.
Sliding to the floor, spent and weak from release, he reached for Glorfindel and pressed his mouth against Glorfindel’s swollen, wet lips, putting all his pent up passion behind the kiss. Erestor felt the bulge of Glorfindel’s erection pressing against his thigh and knew it was time to let his hands speak for him.
He efficiently removed all of Glorfindel’s clothing, touched each area as it was exposed, and gently pushed him down on his back. He was desperate for a reaction from Glorfindel who had not, since their first kiss, opened his eyes or made a noise. So he moved from letting his hands dictate the pace and put his mouth to the search, tasting Glorfindel; his mouth, his ears, his neck, and his hard nipples.
His journey finally took him to Glorfindel’s dusky sex where he hesitated contemplating the large object before him. The pungent smell spoke of many days in the same leggings but underneath was the familiar scent of Glorfindel a powerful and heady aroma that drew him in, and he gingerly placed his mouth around the shaft. The musky taste was odd but not unpleasant, though he struggled with the size.
Pleased to hear Glorfindel gasp aloud, he moved his tongue experimentally over and around the hardening length, taking mental notes on what Glorfindel seemed to find enjoyable. Gaining momentum, he plunged his mouth over the weeping erection, absorbing each new sensation, straining to please his lover.
Emboldened by Glorfindel’s responses, Erestor slid a wandering hand beneath and gently probed the opening there, not far, but enough that Glorfindel cried out, a choked-off sound of surprise. Erestor wanted to plunder whatever inhibitions he held onto and was spurred onward as Glorfindel moaned out his name over and over.
Eager to please, Erestor took Glorfindel to the edge of ecstasy and recklessly pushed him over. He blinked in surprise as Glorfindel exploded in his throat, and he drank, glowing from the flames that licked him from the inside as the heat slid into his belly. He burned with the power of lust. Finally, his eyes strayed to Glorfindel, who was once again silent and rocked against Erestor as his soundless lips fought to call out the name they repeatedly formed.
As they lay in a boneless heap, sated and drowsy , Erestor puzzled over the taste of Glorfindel, which was at once bitter and salty but contained an undercurrent of a familiar flavor he could not quite place. He chanced another quick glance at Glorfindel and was a bit startled to see a small smirk.
Glorfindel pulled him to his feet, kissed him thoroughly, and whispered one word before dragging them both to Erestor’s bed, “Figs.” Too tired to solve the puzzle of that one word, Erestor quickly followed Glorfindel to his slumber.
His pleasure was short-lived, however, and his words spoken so harshly earlier that evening were obviously ignored as Glorfindel left his bed. Once more Erestor awoke to movements at his bedside and watched silently as Glorfindel stealthily clothed himself. Deliberately donning the mask of false slumber, he took in every sideways look in his direction. He could see an inkling of panic in those blue eyes as Glorfindel dressed and quietly left his room.
Panic swelled, gibbering and demanding his attention, but Erestor fought it down as best he could and moved to the window to observe Glorfindel striding for his own home without a backward look.
Unable to sleep, Erestor donned a robe and sat dejectedly in front of the unlit fireplace. His frustration at not being able to solve the riddle that was Glorfindel neared its pinnacle. Glorfindel returned to him with a logical explanation for his absence, they argued, Erestor had demanded that he never leave again without clearly explaining his intentions, they had loved each other, Glorfindel then left with no explanation. Nay. He had not left so much as he had slipped away designedly. This behavior showed more than just cowardice, it spoke of deliberate avoidance. His annoyance mounted as he thought on it further, and he knew not how to rectify the situation. He only knew that his pain and hurt must come to an end…
Parmasambe
Library of Imladris
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