Title: Glorfindel's fantasy
Author: chaotic_binky
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel/Elrond
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Elrond and Erestor give their lover, Glorfindel, his current
fantasy.
Warnings: AU; fluff; slash, threesome, humour.
Disclaimer: I do not own the elves or their surroundings. I make no
profit and have no intention of making any. Although the characters
belong to Tolkien and/or New Line, this story is my own idea and my
own representation of them, therefore any archiving without permission
will not be tolerated.


Erestor sat grinning on the bed. "I bet you can't walk on your hands,"
he said to Glorfindel.

The blond bent forward and put his hands under his feet. "I bet I
can," he grinned.

"I bet you can't do this," Erestor dived off the bed and did a
handstand then moving one hand in front of the other he walked around
the room upside down.

Not to be outdone, Glorfindel did a handstand and his arm gave way
when attempting to move one of them forward. His head hit the floor.
"Ow! That hurt," he yelled. "I am not playing any more of your stupid
games, Erestor."

"Your arm gave way because you are weak," Erestor chimed from his
upside down position. "You can't do it. You can't do it. Nyah nyah
nyah nyah!"

Glorfindel gave an evil grin. He walked across the room, took hold of
Erestor's ankles and lifted him up high with one arm. "Who is a
weakling?" he smirked.

"You can't lift your own weight so, therefore, you are proportionately
weaker than me, even if you can lift me," Erestor giggled.

"Now……what am I to do with you?" Glorfindel pondered.

"Put me down?" the dark elf said most sweetly.

"Oh no no, I have you at a disadvantage." Glorfindel grinned. "It is
not often that one gets the advantage over you and I am going to enjoy
it."

"I don't care what you do," Erestor taunted. "You have no imagination
anyway."

Still maintaining his hold, Glorfindel loosened his belt with his
other hand and pulled it from his leggings. He secured it around
Erestor's ankles and looked around to see what he could do next. There
was a large spider plant in the corner of the room suspended from a
large ornate metal hook. "Ah!" he said happily and walked over to it.

"Oh very droll," Erestor said from his upside down position as
Glorfindel hung him from the hook by his ankles. "Now what are you
going to do? I bet it is nothing because you are not clever enough."

Glorfindel merely grinned. Erestor's head was just at the right height
and so he unlaced his leggings, pulled away his loincloth and let his
arousal spring free. "Suck it and make me come, if you ever want to be
released," he commanded with the most superior smirk that he could
manage.

"Oh hello," the dark elf said said. "How nice to see you. My name is
Erestor and yours is?"

"What are you up to?"

"Be quiet, I am talking to your pets," Erestor snapped and then
continued talking. "Mr and Mrs Crab? How delightful and what lovely
children; what are their names? Pubic, Pest, Parasite, Lice, Scrofula,
Mite, Tick, Cootie, Scabies and Flea; you must be very proud of them."

Elrond had slipped into the room and was silently laughing. Erestor
could be so side-splittingly funny; he hoped that Glorfindel did not
realise that he was in the room, as this was just too delicious.

"I have not got crabs!" Glorfindel said somewhat miffed.

"I beg to differ," Erestor smiled. "See for yourself."

Glorfindel put his hand down and scratched his bits as all this talk
about crabs was making him itch. Then he looked carefully and could
see nothing. "There is nothing there," he said. "Now put my willy in
your mouth." He nestled his arousal into Erestor's face and was
surprised when pushed him back slightly.

"I have no wish to share your pets. Supposing one of the children
crawled onto me and was lost forever. Have you thought how Mr and Mrs
Crab would feel? You are so unthinking and heartless sometimes."
Erestor folded his arms and shut his mouth tightly.

Glorfindel knelt down. "Sweet one," he said and kissed Erestor's
lips."If you indulge me, I will do the same for you." He kissed him
again. "I am so turned on by you, meleth. Please do this one thing for
me?"

Elrond decided to make his presence known. "My golden one," he kissed
Glorfindel's cheek and put his arms around his hard muscled body. "Has
Erestor been naughty again?" He winked at the dark elf.

"He has been very naughty. He taunted me for not being able to walk on
my hands and then he said that I lacked imagination and now he says
that I have crabs," Glorfindel replied.

"Well, my sweet delight, I think we should leave him there and love
one another whilst he watches. That will show him, won't it?" Elrond
slipped his hand into the blond's shirt and squeezed a nipple.

"Good idea," Glorfindel breathed. "He will miss out and it is his own
fault."

They kissed as they removed their clothing and held onto one another,
strong arms holding powerful slim bodies. Glorfindel climbed onto the
bed and opened his arms to receive his lover. Erestor continued to
hang upside down and idly wondered at what point Elrond would create a
diversion so that he could bend upwards and free himself.

Their bodies rubbed against one another, as the two elves kissed; both
tongues exploring the other's mouth, and hands caressing the sculpted
planes. Arousals rubbed together creating a delicious friction that
increased the urgency of their need.

"Meleth," Elrond breathed urgently. "Give me your hands."

Too carried away to question anything, Glorfindel allowed his hands
and ankles to be fixed to the corners of the bed and a blindfold to be
applied. He lay smiling as Elrond kissed and licked his way down to
the nest of blond curls at the base of his arousal. Erestor took the
opportunity to bend upwards and free his ankles, before taking hold of
the hook and carefully slipping to the ground.

"Glorfindel," Elrond exclaimed in horror and shock as Erestor sat
beside him giggling silently. "You really do have crabs!"

"What," Glorfindel yelled and tried to free himself. "No, I don't.
Take this blindfold off and let me see."

Erestor released an ankle, brought it over to the other side of the
bed, and attached it to the bedpost. He then pulled the other leg to
the other side and attached it to the previously vacated bedpost.
Glorfindel was half turned over. "What are you doing?" he yelled.

"Turning you over, silly," Erestor said and with Elrond's help, he
moved the blond elf so that he was completely on his front.

"Now how do we get rid of crabs?" Elrond posed.

"I know, I know," Erestor said holding his arm up and waving it madly.

"Yes, Erestor?" Elrond asked, trying not to laugh.

"We beat them out."

"Correct," Elrond replied.

"Noooo, why do I always get spanked?" Glorfindel cried out, trying the
best he could to shake himself free of both elves.

"Because it's fun, that's why," Erestor said giggling.

"You two are for it when I get free," the blond elf yelled.

"Calm yourself," Elrond said as he stroked Glorfindel's back. The
blond relaxed then stiffened as Erestor whacked him across the bum
with the leather paddle in his hand.

"OW!" Glorfindel yelled. Elrond blew on the reddened flesh. "Stop
that, it is too tender."

"Apologise for hanging me upside down," Erestor demanded, still with a
grin on his face.

"Never!" Glorfindel shouted.

"You sure?" Elrond asked as he delivered a hard slap with the flat of
his hand.

"I will never apologize!" the warrior yelled. "No matter how many
times you beat me."

"There is nothing for it then, is there?" Erestor said to Elrond. "I
will be right back."

"Where is he going?" Glorfindel asked craning his neck to see the door
that Erestor left by, as if hoping to gain an indication of his
destination.

"Nothing for you to worry about, sweet one," Elrond smiled and ran his
fingernails over the sensitive, glowing red buttock skin.

"Stop that," Glorfindel howled. "It's sore enough without you adding
to it."

"You are hardly in any position to demand," Elrond laughed and
delivered a ringing slap to Glorfindel's ass. The warrior twisted his
wrists hoping to free himself, but to no avail. "Just relax," the
elf-lord soothed and stroked his hand along the smooth silken lines of
his lover's back.

Glorfindel did as he was told and muttered that he was sure that
Erestor and Elrond had some more nasty surprises in store for him. His
eyes closed as he concentrated on the soothing hand rubbing his back
and was almost asleep when the door burst open and Erestor walked in
with Gildor and Legolas.

"Right," Erestor said to his two companions who were pushing a trolley
laden with various sweetmeats. "Sandwiches on the shoulder blades,
salad on the upper spine, sliced beef on the lower back, cake on his
bottom and dipping sauce on his mid-back. Yes just pour it on."

"What are you doing?" Glorfindel demanded as he felt the food being
placed on his bare skin.

"He is not very bright, is he?" Gildor grinned.

"Well," Legolas smiled. "We shall leave you to it. Are you going to
give any to `Fin?"

"Who?" Elrond and Erestor said in unison.

"Oh, very funny," the warrior said unhappily. "You just wait, all of
you. You are all for it."

"I am sure that I heard a rat squeak," Gildor said. "Most odd."

The elves chatted some more, studiously ignoring Glorfindel's
interruptions and then left the room.

"Tea, meleth?" Elrond asked Erestor and handed a large cup of steaming
fluid to the elf.

"Don't mind if I do, sweet one," Erestor replied.

"I would like a drink," Glorfindel said.

"What sort of day have you had?" Elrond asked and took a sip of tea.

"Oh, you know. It was raining this morning so I did not feel like
venturing out," Erestor started.

"It seems to do nothing but rain lately. Most irritating when one
considers that it is supposed to be summer," Elrond took a sandwich
from Glorfindel's back.

"Give me something to eat," the warrior pleaded.

"I dread to think the havoc the constant hard rain is playing with the
roses," Erestor grinned, took a lettuce leaf, and smothered it in the
sour cream dip in the middle of the warrior's back. "This dip is most
delicious; cook has outdone herself yet again."

Elrond dipped a tomato in the dip. "I say, that is the most splendid
dip I have ever tasted."

"Do you two realise how stupid you sound?" Glorfindel called out.

"The roast beef is exactly how I like it," Erestor said, and picked a
slice up from the warrior's lower back. "Nice and pink; have some, my
darling. You can really taste the blood."

"An absolutely fine piece of beef," Elrond replied after picking a
very pink slice up and tasting it. "We are so spoilt here in our
little fertile valley, are we not?"

"Most definitely," Erestor agreed. "This is a repast fit for a Lord.
Oh wait a minute, we are Lords!"

Both laughed loudly at how amusing the observation was, steadily
ignoring Glorfindel's interruptions as they did so. Eventually the
food was finished leaving only the cake.

"Cake?" Erestor asked.

"Yes please. How marvellous, it has Glorfindel's name on it and candles."

The warrior's ears pricked up. "What?" he said loudly.

"Happy begetting day!" both elves chimed and sung the begetting day
song to him.

"It is not my begetting day, is it?" Glorfindel had no clue when it
actually was, as it was so many years ago.

"Yes it is sweet one. We asked Gandalf if he could find out and he
said that it was today." Erestor said and kissed Glorfindel's cheek as
he released his wrists.

"Well why did you do all those things to me if it is my begetting day?"

Elrond slowly caressed Glorfindel's arousal. "We knew it would turn
you on, that is why."

"Yes, we read your private journal and in it was your one of your most
secret fantasies," Erestor grinned. "Did you enjoy it? We went to
great lengths to get Gildor and Legolas here for the food placing part
and we had to alter the start a bit."

Glorfindel went red and started blustering about how his journal was
not meant to be read by anyone.

"Yes, we know, but we read it anyway," Elrond grinned. "Now, we have
saved you some tea and you need to blow your candles out and make a wish."

"Then you need to get ready for your surprise party," Erestor said and
walked off into the bathroom to fill the pool.

"I am hard now," Glorfindel whined. "This is my fantasy and I do not
even get sex. It is not fair."

"Put that lip away, you silly warrior," Elrond said and put his arm
around him. "Wasn't a certain type of party in one of your other
fantasies?"

Glorfindel had no clue what Elrond was talking about. He bathed and
was slightly mollified when Erestor paid much attention to his
hardness whilst Elrond massaged his shoulders and chest. After leaving
the bath, they dressed in their party clothes and walked along the
corridor and into the Hall of Fire.

Suddenly everything came back to Glorfindel as the crowd of
well-wishers parted to allow them to walk into the room. In the middle
of the floor was a large copper vat and the memory of a long forgotten
fantasy came sharply into recall.

Glorfindel tried to get away but was restrained by the strong hands of
his lovers. "Nooooo," he cried out. "I absolutely refuse to be raped
by an octopus in a large vat of custard."

End