Title: Enchantment (Either 1/1 or 1/? Depending on SayAye drawing
more pictures!)
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. Master Tolkien owns it all. I promise
to return his elves when I'm done playing with them.
Warning: AU, Slash
Beta: Lady Mirfain
Summary: Inspired by SayAye's lovely series of black and white
drawings of our favorite elves. This is all your fault, my dear.

A Happy Birthday present for SayAye!

http://www.livejournal.com/users/aglarien1/23934.html#cutid1

1. Bored

Erestor was bored. He didn't want to work on the silly lists. It was
late, but he was not ready for sleep or even tired. Tossing the
papers to the side of his desk, he rose and paced in front of the
fireplace. Well, now he was both bored and restless.

Throwing himself on the sofa and closing his eyes, he let his mind
wander. Before long, images of the newly reborn Glorfindel of
Gondolin, now Captain of Imladris flooded his mind. The long blond
hair, those rosy lips, that muscled chest. Erestor thought
Glorfindel was the most beautiful elf he had ever seen, and as usual
his body started reacting as the thoughts of Glorfindel moved
straight to his groin, leaving him uncomfortably hard.

The two had become fairly good friends in the short time that
Glorfindel had been with them, but there was no hint of anything
beyond friendship, which Erestor was not pleased about. He wanted
Glorfindel, plain and simple. His heart told him that the Balrog
Slayer was the one. The one he had been waiting for. The one he
wanted to be with for eternity. Thinking there was no time like the
present, he decided to pay Glorfindel a visit.

He ran to his rooms and quickly bathed in richly scented sandalwood
oil, then fixed his hair, pulling it back in a ponytail, and leaving
long tendrils seductively hanging loose around his face. He
carefully dressed, choosing a robe with few claps, and simple
leggings. He left the first few clasps on his robe open, allowing
several inches of his pale chest to show. He could do this. It was
tonight or never. He slipped a small bottle of oil into a pocket.

Exiting his room, he crossed the hall to Glorfindel's room and stood
in front of the door, listening. Hearing muffled movement, he
knocked.

Glorfindel had just finished his bath when he heard a knock.
Throwing a robe quickly over his shoulders and holding it together in
the front, he opened the door, startled to find the Chief Councilor
standing there. "Erestor? Is something wrong?"

Erestor smiled sweetly. "Not at all, Glorfindel. I am just
restless, and a little bored, and was looking for company. I thought
you might still be up and we could spend the evening together?" The
sight of Glorfindel's skin showing around the half-open robe made his
heart pound in his chest.

"I was just.of course, Erestor, come in," Glorfindel finally
answered, almost breathlessly. He was uncomfortable with his state
of undress, but there was no way he would turn the Chief Councilor
away. The beautiful elf always made him feel like his heart was in
his throat and caused him to have vivid dreams. `Throat.' Glorfindel
thought. With his hair pulled back, Erestor's alabaster throat, neck
and a large "V" of his chest were showing seductively. Stifling a
moan, and motioning for Erestor to enter, he turned to lead him to
the chairs in front of the fireplace.

Erestor smiled again and followed Glorfindel, then grinned as he saw
a tail of the Captain's robe trailing the floor. He quickly opened
the rest of the clasps on his robe, then stepped firmly on the
trailing robe.

Glorfindel squeaked as his robe was pulled from his fingers and he
walked out of it before he could stop himself. Half turning back to
Erestor with a look of shock on his face, he saw Erestor's smile.

Erestor couldn't help smiling. Glorfindel was magnificent, with his
tousled golden mane floating around the muscled body to his knees.
He walked around to the front of the warrior, and learned forward,
wrapping a lock of the golden hair around a long, slender finger.

"I. thought. you were. bored?" Glorfindel hesitantly rasped.

Erestor's eyes never left the opal blue orbs as he whispered in his
deep musical voice, "Aye, I *was* bored, Lord Glorfindel." The dark
haired Elf smiled and learned closer to finish his sentence. "Until a
moment ago."

Throwing caution to the wind, Glorfindel brushed Erestor's robe
aside, and wrapping his hands around the slim waist, pulled the
councilor closer. Crushing his lips on Erestor's, he moaned as the
beautiful, dark elf's mouth opened to him, granting him entrance.


2. Stay Still

Tongues chased each other as Erestor's robe was pushed to the floor,
and large, strong hands lovingly roamed his chest and back. Erestor
buried his fingers into the lush golden hair as the hands expertly
untied his leggings and slipped them over his hips, then cradled his
buttocks and pulled their heated groins together.

Twin groans filled the room as the two finally parted for breath.

"If.you want me.to stop.tell me.now.while I can." Glorfindel panted.

"I want this.I want you.I love you." Erestor replied in a husky voice.

Glorfindel moaned before capturing the councilor's perfect mouth in a
kiss more passionate than the one that came before. When their knees
were buckling, he lifted his mouth and whispered brokenly, "So
beautiful.wanted you since I first saw you.Oh, Erestor.I love you."
Glorfindel reached sideways and swept everything from the heavy table
that stood beside them. Books, papers, ink bottle, quills and candle
holder crashed unnoticed to the floor. He lifted the lithe councilor
in his arms and sat him on the table before attacking the alabaster
neck before him.

Erestor moaned, stretching his neck to allow his new lover more
access, and trying to remove his leggings so he could wrap his legs
around Glorfindel.

Glorfindel pulled at Erestor's leggings, managing to finally get them
off. Before he could drop them to the floor, Erestor
murmured "pocket" in his ear. Lips never leaving the luscious neck,
he felt through the leggings and pulled out a small bottle of oil.
Tossing the leggings to the floor, he set the bottle on the table and
wrapped his arms around the beautiful councilor to engulf the
luscious mouth in another passionate kiss.

Minutes passed as Glorfindel feasted on the beautiful body before
him. Moans filled the room and oil slicked fingers delved deeply
into the tight channel. Sweat-covered bodies writhed and tongues
chased.

Erestor clung to the strong warrior in his arms. He could bear it no
longer. "Take me.take me," he groaned. "Make me yours."

Glorfindel pushed slowly into the tight heat, moaning Erestor's name.

Erestor gasped as he was filled and felt his lover's length come to
rest against his hidden spot. "Stay still," Erestor whispered
huskily to Glorfindel, trying to keep himself from coming too soon
and adjust to the warrior's size. "Do not move yet, or I will
spend," he said, one of his hands gripping the golden mane.

Glorfindel rubbed his cheek against Erestor's. "Mine," he softly
whispered. "I love you, Erestor."

"Yours. I love you, Glorfindel. Now."

Glorfindel pulled out and then thrust slowly. "Mine."

"Yours," Erestor cried out.

Suddenly Glorfindel realized they were still at the table, when they
could be using the bed, or even the floor. With his hands under the
slender hips, he lifted his beautiful Erestor from the table as
Erestor's arms and legs wound around him tightly, and walked towards
the bedroom.

Erestor lifted his body up, then pushed back down onto the hard
length. "Mine!" he wailed.

"Yours," Glorfindel said huskily, gently laying his burden on the
bed. He wanted his lover to be comfortable, so he had no choice but
to withdraw, slowly, as Erestor groaned. He slid the slender elf to
the center of the bed, the dark head resting on a fluffy pillow. He
pulled Erestor's legs up to wrap them around his waist. As he leaned
up to kiss his lover sweetly, he thrust once more into the tight
channel, savouring the exquisite feeling. "Mine," he whispered
against the soft lips.

"Yours," Erestor moaned. "Oh.more.harder."

Glorfindel gave Erestor everything he wanted, thrusting hard and
fast, their mouths meeting in open-mouthed kisses, moans and whimpers
filling the air. Their souls joined, split, and joined again, and
unnoticed by the two elves, the air around them glowed.

Erestor writhed and arched up against Glorfindel. Never had he felt
so alive, so loved. When a hand reached to stroke his own weeping
length, he screamed out his lover's name, and came harder than he had
ever known before.

Glorfindel felt the hot channel pulse around around him as warm seed
spilled over his hand. Roaring Erestor's name with his own release,
he collapsed on top of his beautiful beloved, then rolled to the
side, panting. Long minutes later he pulled Erestor into his
arms. "Mine," he whispered possessively, before sweetly kissing his
new mate.

"Hmmm.yours. Glorfindel? What do we do now?" Erestor quietly asked.

"Aside from sleeping? What do you mean, love?"

"I mean.we just."

Glorfindel smiled down into dark eyes. "Aye, love, we just bound
ourselves to each other. I am yours and you are mine. I love you,
and you love me. The rest we will sort out later. For now, all that
matters is that we are together."

Erestor pulled his head down for a passionate kiss.



3. I missed you already

The night and dawn brought more passionate lovemaking and sweet
kisses, before Erestor hurried back to his rooms to bathe and dress
for the new day. There was a party planned for that evening for
visiting dignitaries, and Erestor had much to do. His work was
hampered by thoughts of his golden lover, and he was runnning
behind.

Behind or not, he did not forego the mid-day meal, for it meant he
could sit beside Glorfindel in their usual place. Erestor smiled as
his hand was secretly taken under the table and fingers entwined with
his. He dared a small glance at the Captain. "How goes your day,
Captain," he asked.

"Oh, the normal," Glorfindel said. "And yours, Councilor Erestor?"

"I am pressed with preparations for tonight's festivities, and fear I
am behind. I cannot seem to keep my mind on my duties today,"
Erestor said softly.

"Hmmm.and why is that Councilor?" Glorfindel asked.

"I did not get much sleep last night." Erestor answered. His
fingers were gently squeezed under the table.

"I am sorry to hear that Councilor," Glorfindel said,
adding "although I cannot promise you much rest tonight either," in a
low voice that only Erestor could hear.

After their meal, Erestor returned to his work, determined to
complete the preparations. Dinner time found him still behind and
scurrying around to the kitchens, ensuring everying was prepared in
accordance with his orders, then to check that all the guests rooms
were ready. Finally, he was able to return to his own rooms to bathe
and dress. He would make it in time for the after-dinner dancing.

Glorfindel waited for Erestor to arrive in a curtained balcony.
Seeing Erestor, Glorfindel suddenly grabbed the councilor to join him
behind the curtain. "I missed you already," the golden warrior said
to his new lover in his embrance as he kissed him lovingly.



4. Let me hear you

Erestor chuckled. "Aye, I could tell." Glorfindel looked
breathtaking, his golden hair hanging down to his knees, and an
elaborately swirled circlet on his brow. Erestor's breath caught as
desire swelled in his groin and his heart beat faster. Wrapping an
arm around Glorfindel's shoulder, he claimed a passionate kiss, as
his slender fingers reached under his lover's tunic to unlace his
leggings.

"Erestor, what are you doing?" Glorfindel whispered.

"Hmmm.want you," Erestor said. Glorfindel's member fell into his
hand, hot and hard, and he wrapped his slender fingers around it.

Glorfindel gripped the curtain in one hand and Erestor's waist with
the other. He moaned softly. "We will be heard. Someone will see
us," he whispered.

"No one will hear. They are either dancing or listening to Lindir's
enchanting voice. Come, let me hear you," Erestor whispered with a
wicked smile, as he stroked the engorged shaft.

Glorfindel groaned. "Please, Erestor. Let us go to my room, your
room, any room. I want you.but not here."

"Very well, my love. But then it will be on my terms," Erestor
seductively whispered into an ear.

"Anything, anything, Erestor. Please.let us leave. Come, through
the balcony." Glorfindel hastily fastened his leggings, smoothing
his tunic over his raging erection. He took Erestor's hand and pulled
him out through the balcony and back into the house.


5. Be a good boy, Captain

Erestor pulled Glorfindel into his room. The warrior immediately
began to remove Erestor's robes. The councilor stepped back. "Nay,
Captain. My terms, remember?" he whispered huskily. He slowly
removed Glorfindel's tunic, then his circlet. Rubbing one hand over
the hardness beneath the leggings, he opened the ties with the
other. Dropping to his knees, he said, "Lift your foot, Glorfindel,"
and removed first one, then the other boot. Reaching up, he slowly
pulled the leggings down, and motioned for Glorfindel to step out of
them. That completed, he rose and ran his hands over Glorfindel's
chest, then removed his own robes and boots, leaving only his
leggings on. "On the bed, lover," he said seductively.

Glorfindel sat in the center of the bed, his back against pillows
stacked against the headboard, and eyed Erestor with a grin. What
was the councilor up to?

Erestor removed a silk scarf from a drawer, and climbing up on the
bed and straddling one of Glorfindel's legs, tied it around the
captain's eyes.

"Erestor? What are you doing?" Glorfindel asked for a second time
that night, a hand groping for his lover.

Erestor pinned Glorfindel's groping hand above his head against the
wall. "Be a good boy, Captain," he said, as he moved the back of
his hand lightly over Glorfindel's groin, "And I shall give you your
reward."

Glorfindel felt soft lips descend on his in a light kiss, before a
warm tongue was thrust into his mouth, and teasingly removed again.
Long fingers wrapped once again around his hard length and stroked,
the tongue picking up the rythym and thrusting in time to the
strokes. He groaned into the sweet mouth.

Erestor broke the kiss and whispered in a sultry voice, "What do you
want, Captain?" He knew he would not be able to draw this out. He
wanted Glorfindel too badly.

"I want to be inside of you, thrusting into your tight channel. I
want to feel you writhing beneath me. I want to hear you moan my
name," Glorfindel whispered.

"I think that can be arranged, my good Captain, as long as you keep
being a good boy and do not move." Erestor rose from the bed and
removed his leggings. Taking a bottle of oil from the drawer of his
bedside table, he knelt next to Glorfindel, and whispered, "I am
going to prepare myself for you, and you will sit right there and
neither move nor touch. You may only listen."

Erestor removed the cork from the bottle and poured some into his
hand, letting it coat his fingers. Setting the oil aside, he
said, "My fingers are coated with oil, and I am pushing one into me,"
matching his actions to his words. "Oh, it feels so good, so hot. I
am moving it in and out, in and out. Hmmmm. So good. Now a second
finger. Oh! My muscles are quivering, gripping my fingers."
Glorfindel moaned. "I am searching for that spot.oh, there.Ai!"
Erestor moaned.

"Please, Erestor.please," Glorfindel groaned.

"Oh. it feels so good. Now three fingers. In and out. In and out.
Stretching myself for you. For your big cock." Erestor grinned at
the still blindfolded captain as he strained to keep himself still.
Glorfindel's hands gripped the sheets, and he was biting his lower
lip. The councilor lowered his head and ran his tongue over
Glorfindel's lips. "Nay, Captain, that is mine to bite." Glorfindel
released his lip. "Now scoot down on the bed." Glorfindel scooted.



6. Erestor! Oh, Erestor!

Erestor took up the oil and poured more in his hand, then ran his
hand over Glorfindel's erect member to coat it. Glorfindel whimpered.

Erestor straddled Glorfindel's hips and slowly lowered himself onto
the hard length, relishing the feel of Glorfindel filling him.

Glorfindel reached up for Erestor and turned them over, taking
control and thrusting deeply into his beloved. "Erestor! Oh,
Erestor!" Glorfindel moaned his lover's name repeatedly as he blindly
thrust into the tight heat. Gripping Erestor's hips, he thrust hard,
capturing the councilor's weeping shaft between them. The blindfold
only increased the feelings runnning through his body.

Erestor wrapped his legs around the slim waist and clutched the back
of Glorfindel's head with one hand and the sheets with the other,
moaning as his lover hit his hidden spot with every thrust. His
shaft was captured against the warrior's muscled stomach and rubbed
with every thrust, sending lightening through his body. "Oh,
Glorfindel.Glorfindel.so good.harder.more."

Glorfindel set a pounding pace, taking Erestor again and again, as he
moaned "Erestor.Erestor." When he wrapped his hand around his
lover's hard shaft, Erestor screamed his name and hot seed spilled
over his hand. He had never heard or felt anything more erotic.
Muscles clenched around him, and he exploded into the tight channel,
crying out Erestor's name.

Long moments later, Erestor lay cradled in Glorfindel's arms as soft
kisses were bestowed on his face, and he purred. The silk scarf lay
abandoned next to them.

"Erestor? So who is going to move into whose room?" The warrior
asked.

Erestor smiled and kept right on purring.


~The end? Depends on if Say draws any more pictures.