Anor and Ithil by Haeron

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Chapter 11

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The windows would be lit to sudden full whiteness with each crack of lightning and then fade again to deepest black, the black of a night of storm and rain where no stars nor the moon could peek through the deluge. The thunder sounded far off within the House, Erestor thought absently, not really thinking at all.

 

His breaths were louder in his ears than the storm which had seen his midnight wanderings come to a pause. He had meant only to look out the window for a moment to spy perhaps a wicked fork of lightning, but had ended up striding from the window to stand in the centre of the corridor; pensive. Erestor saw nothing but lamplight and shadow before him. His mind was utterly restless, there was a conflict therein.

 

Go to Glorfindel. Large part of Erestor begged him thus and his heart wholly too attempted to sway his leaden feet. Go, if not for love then for the friendship there is too. Erestor swallowed, his mouth was very dry.

 

Sometimes a shadow could be seen out of the window. A tree bowing under the force of the wind. There would be many severed branches strew across the lawns in the morning and many more new flowers to bloom in the coming weeks. Imladris loved the rain and water, and her trees had long grown to withstand such weather.

 

Erestor scolded himself for his wilful distraction from the pressing issue at hand (or at heart), the rain and the sound of it presented a most convenient distraction to prevent deeper thought; a strange blessing from Manwë and Ulmo he could not accept tonight.

 

How romantic and sad it would be to leave Glorfindel, to leave for Lórien with nary a private word shared between them. Without explanation of... many things. He could leave Glorfindel with nought but the thought that they both weathered this storm; but apart, drifted apart, as flotsam on the dewstreams.

 

Romantic and sad, intangibly so. Erestor held a breath in his chest and released it with a hushed sigh. But could he not make it tangible - would his company not provide that for them both? There was much that needed still to be broached between them, and it was not a hurdle to overcome alone as all others had been. A joint effort was required.

 

A last night before all was changed, for Lórien had the power to change those who asked for it; though in strange ways. She showed them what they might not see. Told them what they might not hear. Erestor longed for it and for the clarity of mind, but longed for other things more strongly.

 

He turned on his heel swiftly before his penchant for over-thinking set in. The hairs prickled up on the back of his neck, roused by thunder and something else just as energising. Erestor walked down the corridor and along several others, tracing a path made known well to him but only ever travelled upon thus far in daylight hours. The route to Glorfindel’s chambers was different in the dark.

 

Erestor went by as a shade, riddled with some emotion he could not place.

 

***

 

Glorfindel opened the door after Erestor knocked briskly on it. He had only been made to wait a few moments; had Glorfindel been awake still? Had the storm stolen away his peace in the small hours? Erestor felt badly.

 

Glorfindel looked tired, but pleasantly surprised. He had opened the door and Erestor stepped into the lofty chambers of Imladris’ Seneschal. They smelt of good soap and flowers; and him. They looked at one another.

 

‘Erestor, it is awfully late to be dancing through the corridors, is it not? But jest aside, your day tomorrow will be busy and you should be abed.’

 

Time slowed and Erestor saw Glorfindel’s face, blessed in the candlelight that was aglow a soft yellow. His voice was low and soft. The smile of his jest still lingered, though his eyes betrayed a muted distress that the depth of blue could not withhold. Everything pulled away from Erestor. A shiver teased the skin of his hands and arms.

 

‘Aye, I should.’ said he, and rose to kiss the Golden Lord.

 

It was a soft touch, a glancing kiss to wake the senses and speak with words as yet unbroken and Erestor felt his chest fill with warmth. Glorfindel held his eyes closed a moment longer than Erestor after he pulled away, and whispered his name.

 

‘It is me,’ Erestor whispered. ‘I am here.’

 

A heartbeat barely passed. Glorfindel kissed him again and came close to hold him tightly with sudden, awakened, love. Erestor smiled and fell eagerly into the embrace letting Glorfindel lead where he would. He kissed gently for a balrog slayer but passion was upon his lips and Erestor would have shared the taste.

 

And other things.

 

Pausing their kisses, Erestor brushed his nose against Glorfindel’s and pressed a chaste kiss to his parted lips when urge overwhelmed. He was rewarded with a bright smile, slightly dazed, slightly lusted.

 

‘Take us to your bed,’

 

Glorfindel lowered his eyes and returned the sweet gesture. He took Erestor’s hands with a glance to his eyes to ascertain if the action was appreciated. Receiving a demure smile, just as overcome as his own, he led Erestor through the comfortable lowlight of his chamber. Erestor followed; his feet unleaden at last.

 

followed Glorfindel through the main chamber and over rugs of woven gold and white and past many, many trinkets and oddities atop the handsome furnishings. The curtains were drawn, tall and bottle green. They walked past them to another door, the bedchamber door. It opened at Glorfindel’s touch and swung in. It was a modest room of considerable dark for which Glorfindel apologised, letting go Erestor’s hand with a promise to strike flame to some candles for both their eyes. He fell away into the dark and Erestor heard drawers opening, some many drawers, and then the sound of a match on the rough.

 

Light. Glorfindel walked slowly, dabbing light to the wicks of the candles in his room; and there were many, of all shape and size, atop the dressers and desks and drawers, the bedside table too. The bed was grand, as a Lord’s bed must be, with pristine white sheets. There was a painting on the wall of some vista visage of Middle-earth, but Glorfindel called Erestor’s name again and he forgot it.

 

Glorfindel put out the match with wetted forefinger and thumb. A shiver coursed along spine, anticipation marbled with excitement. There was a tinge of sadness too, but Erestor bade it dwell at the back of his mind. There would be no place for it here between them tonight, not when so often before it had been the wedge between them.

 

Erestor, with Glorfindel’s eyes upon him, shrugged out of his outer robe and the crimson garment fell to the floor. He untucked the white, tighter undershirt and pulled it over his dark head with what he hoped was grace. Glorfindel watched. Erestor put a hand on the flat of his stomach and felt the bass thud of his heart. Whence before had it beaten thus? Never, in truth. Never. He slid his hand down his body, and heard Glorfindel’s hitched breath.

 

He heeled himself out of the light shoes he wore and with his hands, delving themselves to low places to whet the apatite of the one who stood agape, pushed down the waistband of his leggings until he could step out of them easily. Nude, he stood for Glorfindel’s appreciation and Glorfindel came to him fast and wanting for fresh embrace.

 

They were slower now, the kisses, seeking depth. Glorfindel perhaps felt reassured enough that Erestor was not likely to bolt from the room upon sudden change of heart, he held his dark elf close and his hands wandered the smoothness of the pale body pressed intimately to his. His hands  pressed down Erestor’s back, barely scratching but hard enough to wake whispers of pleasure in Erestor’s throat.

 

And after a millennia of night-time daydreams alone upon empty bed, Erestor wanted to turn them to a thing of reality. He drew his hands down Glorfindel’s chest to feel the line of the muscle that was as marble, brushed his fingers over nipples that hardened at his clever touch. Erestor wished to ply tongue, to roughly push up Glorfindel’s night shirt and taste the body of one who had become legend; but Glorfindel seized him again in smouldering kiss and Erestor moaned; his desire burned hot but his hands were not yet sated.

 

Lower they delved. Glorfindel’s own were bound up in his raven hair, combing and stroking and pulling ever so slightly. It was worship of the most physical kind and Erestor sought to use his own hands for equal purpose. Either side of Glorfindel’s waist he lay them but they did not stay there. Down into his nightpants he went to smooth his palms over the firmness of muscled buttocks. Again he wished to ply tongue, again Glorfindel sighed hotly into his mouth.

 

Erestor applied his nails. Glorfindel gasped. He could feel the erection pressing high against his thigh, pushing himself as close to Glorfindel’s body as he might (and using his hold on ass as leverage), Erestor shuddered his own arousal.

 

There was more thorough exploring to be done and Erestor bit Glorfindel’s lip to inform him of his new motive. Erestor withdrew his hands from pants (with only a slight growl of erect disproval from a roused balrog slayer) and guided them both towards the bed with the slightest push against Glorfindel’s chest. He fell first, moving to sit at the headboard and extending a hand to Erestor. A request of surprising gentility.

 

It was moot. Erestor’s decision no longer weighed on him. He went to the bed. He climbed atop Glorfindel and they fit together perfectly. Glorfindel smiled when Erestor bore down upon him for another kiss of slow lust acted out by soft lips. Erestor stroked his tongue across Glorfindel’s and slid, up his carven body, his nightshirt. Tonight, Erestor pledged to himself silently, he would bring a sweat to them both. He would have been content to splay his fingers across Glorfindel’s lower stomach and ride the bucking of his hips as he delved deeply with tongue into wanting mouth, mewling his own pleasure ever louder. Glorfindel had other ideas however, and broke the kiss to pull the nightshirt over his head.

 

He whispered Erestor’s name. A wave of fondness over swept Erestor for a moment. The haze of lust cleared from his eyes and he bowed to press sweet kiss to golden brow and then Glorfindel had him again, had wound a hand into his hair and he smiled; Glorfindel’s touch was divine.

 

Butterfly kisses were trailed from Erestor’s pointed ear down his throat and he saw Glorfindel’s eyes close in a flutter of golden lashes. Lust was reawakened in the deep places of Erestor’s body. Glorfindel moved where urge and longing took him, plying kisses to the underside of his chin, once more down the line of his throat. They brushed noses when Glorfindel lifted his head for breath, and Erestor decided he wanted to resume his adventure of Glorfindel’s body, too. Firstly from soft neck he came to pronounced collarbones that he bit at gently, swiping tongue across the skin. Glorfindel bucked under him. Erestor pushed down and felt heat and hardness strangely clothed against his own nakedness.

 

That would have to change.

 

Fingers went before lips and Erestor gradually worked down Glorfindel’s body with an ultimate aim and occasional spry glance into the eyes of one watching astounded and well pleased. To Glorfindel’s stomach Erestor came and each line of muscle he traced with delicate finger and hot breath, until an urge came to him to lay his head upon his stomach; and be.

 

For a time Erestor did so and Glorfindel stroked his hair with boundless affection. Erestor marvelled at how wonderful it would be to fall asleep thus in arms that would hold him so beloved. I have been a fool to deny us. Glorfindel’s fingers brushed over the ridge of his ear. Erestor closed his eyes and held them closed; sleep was a dream for later; there were waking dreams to attend to before the night fled from their grasp.

 

Excitement bubbled up again in Erestor’s body.

 

With a final kiss above Glorfindel’s naval, Erestor turned his attention further south.

 

Glorfindel lifted his hips, driven by instinct and simple desire in equal part perhaps, when Erestor ghosted his palm across the concealed stiffness in his ill-fitting night garments. He let Glorfindel rub himself up against his palm, his breath almost faltered to feel the solid length of him against his hand, a slow grind and plea for more. Erestor applied more pressure, curled his fingers to a loose grip. Glorfindel pushed, sighed carnally with each, and Erestor burned just as hot. He shifted his position behind and between Glorfindel’s thighs, on his knees.

 

And applied his tongue over cloth, over firm cock.

 

Glorfindel swore an oath under his breath and valiant smile marbled with baser joy blossomed on his face, lapped by candlelight that seemed to blaze for them. Erestor continued until Glorfindel’s leggings were quite damp by effort of them both, until Glorfindel had propped up a leg to heighten the sensation. Erestor’s smile was one of deviance; for better was to come. He undid the ties of the pants. Glorfindel moaned with longing. The laces fell through Erestor’s fingers. Down he pushed the leggings, with wicked gaze affixed to Glorfindel’s, down he pushed them until he could cast them away beside the bed to lay forgotten.

 

He was hard for him and aching for touch; such was quite plain to Erestor who felt an answering hardness, an answering plea in his own groin. But they had the whole night and he had the whole of Glorfindel’s fair body laid out before him. Ever an elf of opportunity; Erestor bowed his head and applied wet tongue and silken kisses to the soft inner underside of Glorfindel’s thighs. A lifetime he could have spent lavishing him thus, using palms to push from under kneecap down raised thighs and then around to cradle hips that moved to seek further pleasures. A lifetime he could have spent touching the muscle of Glorfindel’s body, of his legs, feeling him move for him.

 

But his hands came now to somewhere else. Erestor trailed tongue from soft thigh to hollow of groin and teased with warm breath the thick erection gone unheeded too long. He took Glorfindel lightly in hand and hummed his approval, lowering his eyes and further dusting with bated breath the head of Glorfindel’s arousal. Glorfindel’s breath caught in his chest, he lifted his hips, and Erestor needed not wait for anymore signs of readiness. Erestor took Glorfindel’s sex in his mouth and the taste was sublime.

 

He worked him leisurely, caressing with tongue and fingers firmly gripping base. All thought receded that was not Glorfindel’s pleasure, that was not their own fragile, temporary intimacy. Thoughts of the morrow and the dawn were far away. Erestor’s eyes closed, Glorfindel’s scent was heady and his length considerable but in mouth he took him, as deeply as he might into the sweet wetness of his mouth.

 

It was clear Glorfindel’s assisting thrusts were much restrained. Erestor felt his own carnal, guttural twinge that was anticipation too, but the moment was not to be rushed. He voiced his pleasure around Glorfindel’s cock and pushed his spare hand into curls of pubic hair. When he needed break for breath Erestor lifted eyes to Glorfindel and found him smiling with arm draped over his forehead, awash in pleasure. Erestor smiled too.

 

Applying a clever, lapping tongue to the tip of Glorfindel’s length, Erestor took the head in mouth most lavishly. Glorfindel reached down with a grasping hand to twine fingers in raven hair and it was Erestor’s moan that saw his thrusts grow bolder and press deeper. Erestor took it, took him, until he could no longer keep himself so passive.

 

With a last, languid lick from base to tip, Erestor looked again to Glorfindel whose eyes cleared after a moment of ecstasy induced bewilderment.

 

Erestor whispered his desire. To be taken deeply, to be as one. Glorfindel saw it reciprocated, his voice was husky and gorgeous and Erestor had not the patience to wait a moment longer when they had both waited so long already, in truth, for this very moment. He moved himself up Glorfindel’s body, bowing to take a nipple between his teeth as Glorfindel reapplied his hands with firm palms, pushing down Erestor’s rear to position them properly.

 

He felt him. He could push down on him and they’d be joined. Glorfindel had wide eyes; beautiful and blue and so close. Erestor put a hand on Glorfindel’s chest and brushed again their noses together; they smiled.

 

‘Have me,’ Erestor whispered.

 

‘And you me,’ Glorfindel whispered back.

 

His hands were around his hips with his thumbs pressed in the soft alcoves between thigh and groin. Erestor inhaled. Glorfindel kissed him and bade him take his time, take it slow as he might. They were words holding sense; but Erestor needed.

 

Erestor lowered himself. Glorfindel pushed into him with a heady sigh, lost almost to absolute joy but it was Erestor’s discomfort that saw him still tethered to caution. Erestor held his eyes shut when the pain came white hot, he held his breath, bit his lip and moved not. Glorfindel was rubbing soothing circles on his inner thighs with his thumbs and whispering sweet words that were heard but not comprehended.

 

Glorfindel’s voice, the touch of his hands around his hips, he length within him; Erestor stilled the frenzy within his gut. The pain reduced and only an ebbing ache remained. An ache that was good.

 

Erestor started moving his hips atop Glorfindel, pushing down as Glorfindel pushed up. He could not contain the mewls of pleasure that came from somewhere deep, he could not stop their transformation into raw moans as their pace began to grow. The feel of Glorfindel within him completely was too grand, too good; he was full and would be fuller still. Glorfindel set his head back into the pillow in bliss as Erestor rode him, slow and deep and their bodies knew the rhythm of intimacy.

 

They fit together perfectly. Erestor pushed down hard.

 

As he grew bolder and desire tightened its iron fingers about him, Erestor moved his hands down the hardness of Glorfindel’s body; lightly doused with sweat and moving under his for his pleasure. Erestor laughed but it turned to a moan; what daydream had he stumbled into? Would he yet awaken in the Council chamber, flushed and embarrassed?

 

Had Glorfindel heard his thoughts as they were so intimately entwined? He covered Erestor’s hands with his own and pressed them to his body, lacing their fingers. The gesture was delicate. Erestor knew he would lose himself to it but their sex was to grow yet wilder before they’d turn back to fond domestic romance. He returned the embrace of fingers, larger and smaller woven, and thrust Glorfindel’s hands either side of his head along with his own and conjured as wicked a smile as he could. Glorfindel’s pleasure was apparent. He laughed and gave a low, deep thrust into Erestor as reward. The raven elf gasped and took it into him, tightening his fingers about Glorfindel’s.

 

Then suddenly Glorfindel had pushed him to his back. Suddenly it was Glorfindel above him biting gently at his lips and seeking deeper kisses with a honey smile still on his lips. They rejoined thus, Erestor spread his legs easily for Glorfindel’s comfort and it was a sight to make the slayer groan. Erestor stroked pale fingers up into golden hair, wound a leg around Glorfindel to bind them close, parted his lips to allow a sweet tongue entrance.

 

And Glorfindel’s pushed his tongue as deeply as he thrust his cock.

 

He made love as a Vala. The pace of their sex was unhurried, lingering as though they prayed the night would stretch on beyond its time. Erestor clawed and scratched at Glorfindel’s back, pressing them skin to skin, fevered brow and smooth chest, scratching as with desire to carry Glorfindel under his nails, under his skin. And his moans of glory made Glorfindel smile into their warm kisses.

 

He whispered his name sometimes and sometimes he shouted it, but it was never far from his lips either way, and paired always with a hot desire. The force of Glorfindel’s movements was considerable, as was his size, and Erestor did all he could to tease closer the completion that loomed for the both of them. They balanced on the edge, poised to plunge together. It would be a bonding, Erestor knew, but knew also that it was fated.

 

They had been lovers for centuries - but never together.

 

And were they not already bound by sorrow? Was it not better to love, whilst at least they could? Erestor felt the silk of golden locks between his fingers in one hand and the other, upon Glorfindel’s back, felt his sweat and muscle. His laughter, sweet and utterly joyous, turned to a shaking moan to wake the neighbours.

 

Love, life and light.

 

He said the words, breathless. Glorfindel said that he brought him all three, his voice was low. Erestor smiled, and bade him move deeper.

 

He bit at the soft ridge of Glorfindel’s ear when he had bowed to kiss and nip at Erestor’s throat. Erestor pressed tongue to pointed tip and felt the marble body shiver atop him and within him. And when Glorfindel reached his orgasm Erestor followed quickly, Glorfindel was warm and hot within him. The pleasure had not entirely left his body (for neither had Glorfindel) when Glorfindel sighed his joy into Erestor’s neck, breathing as though exhausted.

 

Glorfindel groaned as he lifted himself from crook of neck.

 

And laughed.

 

And said Erestor’s name as he stroked damp raven hair from glistening brow.

 

Erestor had his eyes shut, savouring their togetherness, when Glorfindel told him he loved him. Erestor had his eyes shut when he returned the words for the first time with spoken voice - but for the millionth time with truer heart and soul.