Title: Through the Ages
Author: Mawgy
Beta: Naresha (Thanks Darling)
Dedicated to my Boney Arse *winks* *sheep*
Rated: PG-13
Genre: Ansgt, AU
Warnings: Short reminder of what occurred in last chapter.
Pairing: (eventually) Erestor/Glorfindel
Summary: This fic follows the somewhat sordid lives of Erestor and Glorfindel from their childhood in Gondolin to their re-acquaintance in Imladris. Glorfindel is a Lord much like in medieval times and has power over everything and everyone, and Erestor, a lowly peasant.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am making no money from this story… I just like to play with other people’s toys. :D
A/N: Erestor is 48, looks like a 24 year old and shouldn’t age physically any more than that.
Chapter 7
“Silindrical! What are you doing here?” Erestor asked, nearly dropping the books he was putting back on the shelf in surprise.
“I wished to see you,” she replied, pressing a kiss to the corner of Erestor’s mouth. “So this is where you work! I confess I have never been in this library before. You will have to show me around. Though I feel I know this place inside out from the countless times you have described life in here!” She giggled charmingly.
“I would like to very much, but I am working right now. Perhaps I can show you on Sunday?”
Silindrical pouted prettily. “But I thought I was going to teach you to ride a horse this Sunday. Please Erestor, it will not take long,” she asked, joining her outstretched hands in request, squeezing her bosoms together with her upper-arms, giving Erestor a perfect view of her cleavage.
Erestor couldn’t help but lower his gaze and stare, a light blush staining his cheeks at the thought of one day seeing those pert breasts for himself and what he would do with them first. He shook himself when he realised he was staring. As often as Silindrical had used this method to get her way over the past six months, Erestor had never tired of the sight. Rolling his eyes at the patheticness of his own actions, he took hold of Silindrical’s hand and led her back to the entrance of the library.
“As you walk in, you see the fiction books. They are a new style of writing. Something that never happened, but that the author has made up. As of yet, they are not very popular, but I quite enjoy a trip into the fantasy realm every now and then.” Erestor led Silindrical over to the left side of the library front wall. “Here are the educational books for children as they grow and learn all sorts of subjects. Again, only a recently introduced concept and one which seems to be very beneficial to a child’s learning.” Erestor guided Silindrical around the corner to the right. “Here are the religious and philosophical books. Most are very old, but there seems to be a re-emergence of interest in the subjects lately, and we are starting to build up a small mountain of new books for this section.” Leading her to the end of the aisle, Erestor stopped just around the corner before a long line of desks.
“These are where the apprentice Scribes work,” he whispered, not wanting to disturb those hard at work. “In those rooms are the Scribes’ offices, but only those whom teach apprentices,” he pointed along the back library wall and the line of doorways every few metres. “All others usually have an office near their House library, rather than the city library. And up there,” he acknowledged the books on a level above the offices, “are the books on black magic. No one is allowed access to them unless they have written permission from nine of the twelve House Lords, one of which must be King Turgon.”
Walking again, Erestor stopped halfway down the row of books and desks. “These are the books on law,” he stated simply then tugged her along to the end and turned right. “These are the books on culture and history. The majority of books are on Men, Elves and Dwarves, yet our collection is becoming more diverse as we learn more about the other inhabitants we share this world with. And in the centre of all the books are those on relationships and sexual activities. And that’s the library. If you turn right again at the end of the aisle, halfway along will be the exit. Sorry to rush you like this, but I must continue with my work,” Erestor reasoned. “I shall see you on Sunday,” he said and leaned in for a quick kiss goodbye.
However, Silindrical had other ideas in mind and promptly wrapped her arms around Erestor’s neck, pulling them closer and prolonging the lip-lock. Erestor felt her mouth move against his, encouraging him to deepen the kiss. With gentle force upon her shoulders, Erestor was able to push her away.
“I have to go,” he entreated with a sincerely apologetic look and a kiss to the back of her hand.
“Fine, but you owe me a kiss,” Silindrical laughed lively and gave him a brazen wink then turned away. However, before she could take one more step, she noticed Glorfindel at the far end of the row. He appeared to have been standing there for some time now, casually leaning against the wall, watching the lovers with interest. Silindrical, never one to back away from an opportunity, faltered for only a moment in surprise before continuing on her way to the exit, smiling prettily at the Lord as she went.
“My Lord,” she respectfully curtsied, lowering herself far enough to once again show a little of her breasts, then stood and made to walk past. Yet before either of the lovers could protest, Glorfindel swept Silindrical into his arms and dipped her backwards, their faces almost touching. Taking advantage of her shock, Glorfindel pressed his lips to hers and eagerly thrusting his tongue inside.
Erestor yelped and instinctively took a step forward, intending to break up his late-night attacker and his intended, though how, he was unsure. To touch a Lord would mean punishment, as he had learnt years before. But he could hardly allow anyone to violate his partner. However, just as he had gathered the resolve to forcibly remove the warrior from Silindrical if need be, sky blue eyes met his and all thoughts left him. Those eyes danced with mirth at Erestor’s helplessness, yet smouldered with delight at another body being pressed up against his so intimately. Erestor was rooted to the spot, a look of betrayal and a striving to understand written on his face. Glorfindel just continued holding the apprentice Scribe’s gaze as his tongue plundered the dark recesses of Silindrical’s mouth. Rarely had Erestor felt so helpless and he despised himself for this. He vaguely noticed his hands shaking and felt fear rising within himself. Those eyes… to anyone else, they would have seemed harmless, full of warmth and joy. Yet for Erestor, they were the eyes that turned feral when darkened with lust, animalistic and hungry for conquest… They were eyes that had haunted his nightmares for several months now, yet even so, he found himself unable to tear his gaze away, despite every fibre in his being screaming at him to do so.
Fortunately for Erestor, just as suddenly as it had started, Glorfindel abruptly ended the kiss and righted Silindrical once more. “Payment, on behalf of Erestor,” he casually explained giving the Elleth a cheeky grin and wink as he gave her shoulder a little push, clearly ending their intrigue for the time being. Silindrical returned her shy, cute smile, curtsied low again and left, sending a puzzled look towards Erestor as she did so. Erestor watched her leave, a grim look upon his face.
Refusing to look at Glorfindel, Erestor turned to go back to work.
“I did not realise your tastes ran in the female direction. Though you do perform the part of damsel in distress quite well yourself,” Glorfindel mocked, bringing Erestor to a stand still, for it would be thought contemptuous to leave without acknowledging a Lords’ words.
Turning around, Erestor smiled politely. “Excuse me, my Lord, I have work to continue,” he bowed and tried to leave down an aisle of books, but Glorfindel squeezed his way past and blocked Erestor’s exit.
“How old is she? Is she of age?” Glorfindel asked with a wicked gleam in his eye.
“Nay, she is forty-six,” Erestor spoke through clenched teeth, his heart pounding within his ribcage.
“Pity…” Glorfindel pouted for a moment then approvingly looked Erestor up and down. “And you are now… forty-nine?”
“Three months this Sunday and I will be,” Erestor corrected.
“Mmmm, I shall remember that date for next year,” Glorfindel said in a sultry tone and licked his lips in anticipation. Erestor cowered from Glorfindel’s intense stare and dropped his gaze to the floor. But before the blonde could press his advantage, a booming voice echoed from the aisle Erestor had just stepped back in to.
“Erestor!” Looking along the row, Erestor saw Master Tebring storming towards him, his robes flapping in his wake. The young Elf’s thumping heart cried with relief at the sight of another person, knowing he would no longer have to endure Glorfindel’s company alone. Glorfindel, however, was far enough inside the aisle to have not to be seen by Tebring thus far. “Why are you not working? There is much to be done and we cannot fall behind! King Turgon may appear any day now to inspect the library! I have half a mind to discipline you! Now go back and finish stacking those books, then come see me!” he hissed, his face livid.
“Yes Master Tebring,” Erestor said immediately, eager to be rid of Glorfindel’s presence, even at the cost of being his Master’s focal point of anger.
“Tebring, this is a library, keep your voice down, please,” Glorfindel said calmly, coming out of his row of books with one in hand.
“G-Glorfindel!” Tebring stuttered for a moment while reining his surprise. “My Lord,” He bowed and said in a more composed manner. “Forgive me, I did not see you.”
Erestor did not anticipate what was about to happen and tried to sneak back to the books he was sorting, but a hand on his upper arm stilled his movements. Uncertain, Erestor turned to look at Glorfindel, bewilderment etched onto his features.
“I did not realise you were now penalising those doing their jobs. Quite adequately as well, I must admit,” he said, pulling Erestor back towards him and the conversation. Master Tebring’s eyes shifted to Erestor, but his gaze was downcast, not wanting to draw more attention to himself.
“His job?” Tebring asked in confusion.
“Yes,” Glorfindel answered simply. “I needed to find books on,” he looked down at the cover of the volume he held and barely suppressed a shudder, “Dwarven politics. Erestor was kind enough to help me. Now, if you do not mind, I must collect several more before concluding my visit here, so if you would leave us, I would appreciate it greatly.”
“Forgive me, my Lord, but what does a warrior need with books on Dwarven politics?” Tebring asked, not convinced.
“I am to be escorting a party of diplomats to the Dwarf Mines in less than two months for a series of negotiations. I do not have their experience or knowledge of the creatures and how to behave around them, but that does not mean I should not make the effort,” Glorfindel answered calculatingly, his eyes narrowing, daring the Scribe to challenge his word.
“Very well, I leave you in Erestor’s capable hands. Erestor, return to your work when you are done. I shall leave further instructions upon your desk,” he said, backing down and walking away.
Glorfindel watched Tebring walk away, a curious smile of satisfaction on his features. Why, Erestor could not guess. It had been brave of Tebring to question a Lord’s activities and theoretically, Glorfindel had no obligation to explain himself and could have reprimanded Tebring for even asking… yet for reasons of persuasion, Erestor guessed, he did not.
Erestor kept his eyes on the ground, his panic, which had abated somewhat with Tebring’s arrival, flared within his chest again.
“Tut tut tut… shirking your duties to spend time with your lady friend… I am ashamed of you,” Glorfindel said in a solemn voice, though if Erestor had looked up, would have seen a jealous and joking twinkle in the sparkling sky-blue eyes.
“Why did you help me, my Lord?” Erestor asked, not knowing what else to say and genuinely curious.
“Who am I to stand in the way of true love?” he scoffed.
Erestor frowned and raised his eyes to gaze at Glorfindel unbelievingly. The blonde held the gaze, almost challenging the other to argue.
“Very well,” Erestor said at length, “if you will excuse me, I have work to continue,” he bowed and moved away.
“Whatever is the rush?” Glorfindel leered, catching the retrieving Elf on the upper arm. “Stay here and we can…” he said in a sultry tone, moving to the scribe and pressing himself against Erestor’s back, “talk.” Fear palpitated throughout Erestor’s body and when Glorfindel sloppily licked the tip of his ear, the scribe began trembling. “Mmm,” Glorfindel murmured, encircling Erestor within his arms, “you shiver just like a virgin maid about to be deflowered,” he praised. “Go on, fight me. I can feel you are just aching to.”
“M-my Lord, p-please…” Erestor choked out, unable to say anything more.
“Please what?” Glorfindel asked, nuzzling the slender neck before him.
Erestor whimpered in helplessness and began shaking all the more at Glorfindel’s seemingly familiar touch.
“Don’t,” he softly sobbed, his throat closing over.
“Oh Erestor, do you not enjoy my attention?” Glorfindel asked sulkily, lightly nipping Erestor’s jaw.
“I… I am not of age…” he said, avoiding humiliating the Lord.
“To be forced yes… but you could come willingly,” the blonde cooed.
“I have to go back to work,” Erestor insisted.
“Yet you left it for similar activities,” Glorfindel argued, suckling the elegant collarbone of the Apprentice Scribe.
“I shall get in trouble if I linger any longer,” Erestor whimpered, desperately trying to verbally escape Glorfindel.
“You have not said ‘no’,” Glorfindel tempted.
“I have not said ‘yes’ either,” Erestor pointed out.
“So I have noticed. For if you had, we would be in my chambers, naked and writhing upon my bed by now,” Glorfindel whispered huskily into Erestor’s ear, his hands beginning to roam Erestor’s chest, searching for the thus-far elusive nipples.
“I wish not to engage in these activities with you,” Erestor whispered, fresh tears trailing down his cheeks.
Glorfindel inhaled sharply and released Erestor immediately.
Erestor almost fell out of the Lord’s grasp and took a few stumbling steps before righting himself. Not having the courage to turn around, Erestor stayed where he was, his head bowed. Having not been excused yet, Erestor knew not if he should leave, or wait for Glorfindel to say something else.
Minutes of silence passed and Erestor’s harsh breathing had slowed to a normal pace. Thinking Glorfindel had nothing else to say, he began walking away, but stopped at the sound of the other’s voice.
“I wonder what it is she has that I do not,” Glorfindel hissed.
Slowly Erestor turned around, scared of what would befall him now, just when he thought he would be left alone. Yet before he had a chance to look at the other Elf, he was slammed against a bookshelf, his head banging painfully into a shelf and his sight wavering. He was held there with a large body pressed tightly to his, harsh, angry breathing puffing against his cheek, his head defiantly turned to the side.
“Perhaps it is her hair? That fiery red mane that falls seductively to her hips… so soft and tempting. There is a quality to it that makes one wish to plunge their hands into it, is there not?”
Erestor’s jaw twitched, but he remained silent.
“Those dark blue eyes hold so much knowledge and cunning… Tell me, have you yet lost yourself within them?”
Glorfindel’s eyes raked over Erestor’s face, keeping careful watch for the slightest of reactions.
“Mayhap it is her breasts? She truly has a lovely pair, does she not? I would very much like to feel them beneath my hands and lips… Have you touched them yet?”
Erestor drew a long, harsh breath but said nothing, his face still turned defiantly away.
“No, I did not think you had. Though her kisses are divine, are they not?”
“…”
“ARE THEY NOT?!” Glorfindel screamed, forcing Erestor’s head forward with a firm hand around his jaw.
Erestor remained silent, his eyes full of dread and loathing. However, before Glorfindel could yell at him again, Erestor’s right hand probed the bookcase and lashed out, a heavy tome within it, the book aimed at the Lord’s head.
To Erestor, it all seemed to be in slow motion. His hand rose and arced, his target clear. Glorfindel’s eyes remained locked on his, unaware of the forthcoming blow.
Or so Erestor thought, for at the last moment, with the greatest of ease, Glorfindel caught Erestor’s wrist, his gaze having never left the smaller elf’s countenance. Erestor’s eyes switched from his captured limb to Glorfindel and back again several times, a look of total astonishment and complete terror swimming within his dark eyes.
“So, there is some fight within you… excellent!” Glorfindel leered excitedly and pressed himself closer to Erestor, letting the other feel his raging erection. “I look forward to our next intrigue.” And with that, he released Erestor from his grip. The blonde stepped away so suddenly the Scribe had no time to brace himself and fell to the floor, landing on his hands and knees. “Mmm, remember that position,” Glorfindel said, swiftly moving behind the shaking scholar, kneeling down and over him, “for it is my favourite and I shall wish to explore it extensively with you,” he whispered into the shell of Erestor’s ear. He rubbed his arousal once, twice, thrice against Erestor’s backside then left the library.
Erestor crawled to the nearest corner and quivered on the library floor for some time, fresh tears of fear, anger and frustration at his own weakness flooding his face. He remained there for some time, his eyes blood-shot by the time he had stopped crying, but slowly, he found the strength to stand and hobble back to the books he was originally sorting before Silindrical found him. Sniffles escaped him every now and then and his hands still shook as he placed the books on the shelves, dropping a few in the process, yet he was finally done, albeit several hours after he should have been.
TBC
Thanks again for reading. Things are really hotting up, ney?
Luv Mawgy
Parmasambe
Library of Imladris
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