Title: Another Matter
Rating: NC-17 FP
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel (implied)
Author: jenolas
A/N: By popular request (of three dear readers!), this is a sequel
to "Matters in Hand." There will be a third story to conclude the arc as well.
Summary: Erestor attends to a pressing matter.

The arrival of the reborn Balrog slayer was not only an unique and
exciting event, offering those Elves with long memories or who
had only heard the songs, to hear the tale of the fall of Gondolin
from one of its heroic sons.. Naturally everyone wanted to meet
Glorfindel, and since it fell to Erestor to make the arrangements
for the feast of welcome, he was one of the first to be introduced
to the very handsome and desirable lord. There was the briefest
touch of hands in greeting before dark eyes looked into the
brilliance of the smiling blue ones and in that moment that lasted
not more than a single heartbeat, Erestor was lost.

Nay not lost, found by the other half of his soul.

That had been several days ago, and since then there had been no
time for other than a casual encounter at meals or a few moments
when Erestor purposefully invented some obscure reason to seek
Glorfindel at the training grounds. Every time he looked into the
eyes that shone with the light of Valinor or saw the brilliant smile
that graced lips that were just asking to be kissed, or heard his
name uttered by the voice that spoke directly to his groin, Erestor
fell in love all over again.

Erestor desperately wanted to spend some time alone with Glorfindel,
to ask if his feelings had a chance of being returned but the
gatherings in the Hall of Fire left no time or privacy for a
discussion of the soul deep love in his heart. Even when the revelry
ended, the remainder of the Balrog slayer's evenings were devoted to
Elrond, the son of the child he had fought so bravely to keep safe.
Nonetheless, even when Glorfindel was not in sight, Erestor
believed he could feel the heat of a lover's desire brushing against
mind, filling his thoughts with misty images of ebony and gold
entwined in the throes of passion, and his body with the tension of
desire unfulfilled.

Elrond's chief advisor had always considered his ability to
concentrate on his work to the exclusion of all else when necessary
to be one of his strengths, and indeed such a trait had proven
beneficial as Imladris grew and flourished. Today however, his
yearning for completion was a distraction that was becoming
increasingly harder to ignore and finally lead to the accidental
destruction of a rare scroll.

Elrond was prepared to overlook a few mistakes in letters that were
written, and if he had to call Erestor's name more than once to
attract his attention, well the advisor did have much on his mind,
but when, in his haste to assist Glorfindel find a book on Gondolin,
he knocked his inkwell over and the black liquid soaked into the
irreplaceable parchment, the master of Imladris could tolerate no
more.

As soon as Glorfindel left them alone, Elrond imposed on their
friendship a little and pressed Erestor for a reason as to the cause
of his distraction, but the wily advisor merely smiled
enigmatically, said it was a private matter and offered no further
explanation. That response alone was cause for concern to Elrond who
wondered if the slightly flushed cheeks and the glittering eyes he
had just noticed heralded some kind of malady despite knowing that
illness was uncommon in Elves. Accordingly, Elrond suggested that
his distracted friend take a few days rest, certain that this was
the best course of action to advise when Erestor had made no protest
about leaving work unfinished or in inept hands but simply nodded
his acquiescence. The advisor then calmly set his desk in order and
took his leave with a polite bow and a sigh of relief that the bulge
in his leggings that resulted from Glorfindel's mere presence in the
library had remained undetected.

Erestor was not an inexperienced lover, yet earlier that morning he
made an interesting discovery when he overheard two of Glorfindel's
warriors extolling the erotic virtues of satin sheets. Recalling his
last tryst of several centuries ago, he could well imagine the extra
pleasure the slippery fabric would have given to his bed play with
Haldir. A quick check of his well ordered inventories had revealed
that he would find several sets of unused sheets at the bottom of
the communal linen chest. Once retrieved, he had made his bed afresh
and was now very pleased that he had taken the time to do so.

As soon as he closed the door to his chamber, Erestor pulled off his
robes, loosened the laces of his leggings and removed his aching
hardness from its confines. Discarding the remainder of his
clothing, Erestor closed his eyes and ran his hands slowly down his
body, whimpering needfully when he imagined the tender touch was
Glorfindel's and not his own. He drew back the bedcovers, feeling
positively decadent as he slipped his naked body between the
sensuous coverings.

The lightweight fabric drifted slowly down to encompass his exposed
body making Erestor writhe wantonly beneath the feather like
caresses that caused his skin to tingle. Seeking more contact, he
pulled the top sheet taut across his naked chest at a point just
below his nipples then ever so slowly drew it over the rough skin,
then pulled it back down, repeating the action over and over again,
eliciting a sensation not unlike that of the softest lick of a
tongue. Each time he moved the sheet in this erotic manner, the
friction against the tiny brown erections caused a hot shivers of
lust to travel like wild fire to his engorged groin. Erestor bucked
his hips slightly upwards and groaned loudly as the head of his cock
pressed against the teasing tightness of the sheet that was quickly
becoming moist from his weeping arousal. As his thrusting continued,
Erestor could have sworn it was his lover's breath he felt cooling
the damp sheet that was now clinging to his cock. Knowing it was not
was pure torment.

By the Valar, how desperately he wanted Glorfindel right now!

Needing more contact, he reached down beneath the sheets and took
his hardness in hand and began stroking in a well practiced rhythm
while massaging his full sac with the other. As his strokes became
harder and faster, and his thrusts increasingly wanton, he reached
up to pinch his nipples hard enough to make him cry out with a pain
that only intensified his pleasure e as he impaled himself on his
fingers, immediately hitting the small gland inside that sent him
over the edge. At the height of his passion Erestor felt the distant
echo of another's equally intense and erotic completion and he
screamed Glorfindel's name as he lost himself in the most intensely
powerful release he had ever experienced.

Tears of pure happiness filled his eyes as he realised that he had
shared in something very special with his soul mate, for there was
no longer any doubt that he and Glorfindel belonged together, and
although his legs were still incredibly weak from his exertions and
his heart was racing, Erestor waited not a moment more to seek out
his beloved. Wearing naught but a hastily donned robe, barefoot and
allowing his tangled hair to dance freely about his shoulders, the
chief advisor ran through the passageways and out into the night,
stopping only when strong arms held him close.