Author: Bird
Title: Arwen's Little Crush
Pairings: Arwen and her fantasy, Erestor/Glorfindel
Challenge Piece: Screw Yule at Little Balrog yahoo.group
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Voyeur, Oral
Summary: Arwen has a crush on the Balrog slayer.
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CHALLENGE REQUIREMENTS
Arwen/Glorfindel or Arwen/Erestor
Erestor/Glorfindel
peaches and Cream
Lindir
Orange
Chocolate Covered Cherries...
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Arwen: I never had a crush on either one of them...*acts affronted*
Glorfindel: then what is this...? *holds up a orange stuffed-toy
balrog with the
name Peaches 'n Cream stitched on the rear end...*
Arwen: *grabs it from him* shut-up...
Erestor: *snickers*
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Arwen sat on the porch of the first homely house watching her
brothers practicing sword fighting with Glorfindel. She was extremely
jealous; she wanted to learn sword fighting, too...
`Humph,' she thought. She sat with her elbows on her knees, her head
in her hands, staring longingly at the action. Okay, so maybe, it
wasn't the sword fighting she was interested in, but the golden god
in all his shining glory...Glorfindel. She sighed, and a stupid 'in-
love-dreamy' look crossed her face as she watched him. Oh, she knew
that he was involved with Erestor, her
Ada's boring advisor, tutor elf...bleah. She shivered at the thought
of him...
Oh yeah, she knew the twins LIKED him, but she couldn't figure out
why. He was so old.and.boring. But Glorfindel on the other
hand...she sighed again. So lost in her thoughts, Arwen didn't notice
when the twins and Glorfindel stopped, bowed to each other, and
approached her.
"Arwhiny," Elrohir teased, trying to tickle her behind her ear.
Irritated at the interruption of a most pleasant daydream, she
swatted at his hand. Elladan snickered at her annoyed look.
"Elrodent, Elladead! Go away!" She tried to stand and turn away but
instead rammed straight into Glorfindel's legs..."ACK!" she yelped,
as she tumbled backwards. Blushing, she gazed straight up into the
beautiful elf's eyes as she supported herself on her hands.
Mortified, she scrambled up and ran into the house.
Rushing past a confused Erestor, barely missing knocking him down,
she flung herself into her room and on to her bed. Clinging to her
orange stuffed toy Balrog, Peaches n' Cream, Arwen proceeded to cry
her eyes out.
"IT IS SO NOT FAIR!" she sobbed. She always ended up looking like
fool in front of Glorfindel. She wanted to look so grown up in front
of him, but NO, she always looked stupid.
She was so close to her majority, she berated herself, and yet here
she cried like an elfling over a silly crush!
Suddenly, she stopped crying and grew very silent...there were voices
outside her door. Male voices.
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"Glorfindel," Erestor stopped him as he entered the house with the
twins. Their intention had been to find Arwen, and see if she was
okay. "Where are you going?" Glorfindel stopped to regard his lover,
the twins pausing also.
Damn, he thought, Ress is wearing his sexy black robes today...
Erestor discretely flashed a gold tin at Glorfindel from inside his
robes. Fin's eyes grew wide and excited. Ress had chocolate covered
cherries. Arwen could wait.
Glorfindel waved the twins away, telling them that they should go
find their sister on their own.
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With her ear pressed against the door, Arwen heard of the plan to
retire to Ress' rooms with the unidentified treat. Damn them all, if
she wasn't going to find out what was going on. Anything to see
Glorfindel, she thought.
Slipping out of her room, she followed them as stealthily as possible.
The two older elves held hands as they walked down the hall, pausing
occasionally for a heated kiss. The sight of them tangling tongues
was a new experience for her, as she'd never actually known what it
meant for the two to be 'involved.' All she knew, was that sometimes
Fin stayed in Ress' rooms, and sometimes vice versa.
When they reached the room, Glorfindel pushed Erestor roughly against
the door, locking their lips together once again before kicking the
door open...Both elves tumbled in, still entwined, tearing at their
clothes desperate to remove them.
Lurking around the doorway, which the two had conveniently forgotten
to close, Arwen slipped in and hid behind the couch. Luckily for her,
both were too busy with each other to notice her entrance. Erestor
noticed the door still open, and half dragged, half walked over there
while still attached to Fin and shut the door, locking it.
Fascinated by what she saw, Arwen stared at the ridged rods of both
elves once they were completely naked. She'd only ever seen one other
elfhood before and that was Lindir's...but playing Healer when she
was 10 certainly didn't compare to this!
Both were stroking and touching and kissing every part of each
other's bodies, and Arwen felt a new feeling in her occurring. Warmth
spread between her thighs, a sensation she'd never felt before...
Glorfindel felt blindly around on the floor near him for the tin of
chocolates, pulling away and panting for breath. When he finally
found it, Arwen's eyes grew even wider, if it was possible, at what
happened next.
Fin stood up, his erect elfhood pressing hard against his abdomen,
Ress gripping it tightly around its base. With his other hand, he
crushed one of the candies, dribbling the juice and bits of chocolate
along Fin's pulsing shaft. Drawing his tongue along its length, he
slowly licked the sweetness off, much to Arwen's delighted curiosity.
She grew dizzy as she watched him apply more candy to the head and
suck it whole into his mouth.
Unable to control herself, she moaned loudly as she watched them.
Her moan alerted them to her presence and both stared in horror at
the couch...
"Who's there?" Glorfindel half moaned, half commanded, as Erestor's
lips were still wrapped around him. "Show yourself," he commanded
louder, more forcefully. At his tone, Arwen jumped up, and the two
elves in shock fell backwards, Erestor choking around Fin's elfhood.
"GET OUT, ARWEN!" Fin bellowed, and Arwen scrambled to the door
falling a few times along the way. After struggling a bit, she flung
the door open and ran down the hall to her rooms, slamming all the
doors behind her.
In the safety of her room, conjuring erotic image of the stoic
advisor and stunning slayer in such a position, Arwen felt the
tingling sensation between her legs again. Glorfindel had been so
sexy, standing there, his hands fisted in Erestor's hair, her tutor's
lips lapping at the slayer's flesh. Lessons with the advisor would
never be the same, and she felt a crush developing for him in
conjunction with her longing with Glorfindel. Oh, yes, things would
definitely never be the same between them.
Curling up on her bed and closing her eyes, she prayed her father
wouldn't find out...that they wouldn't tell on her.
END