Title: The End of the Matter
Rating: NC-17 (FPS)
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien, not me.
A/N: Can be read alone or as the final part of "Matter at Hand"
and "Another Matter"
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel conclude the matter between them.

Glorfindel had drifted into a contented reverie and a final groan of
pleasure escaped his lips as he recalled the image of a lustful
Erestor screaming his name as he spilled his seed. It had only been
a wishful fantasy at the height of his own passion or so Glorfindel
had believed until he sensed his love's need to for him, a need that
echoed in his own heart When he heard the sound of someone running
towards the glade, he knew it was none other than Erestor who
approached and he did not even have the time to don his discarded
clothes before his arms were full of the breathless and beautiful
advisor.

"Why are you here, Erestor?" Glorfindel asked as he loosened his
hold slightly so that he could see the advisor's face. He did not
let go, nor did Erestor make any attempt to end the embrace.

"In the glade? Or in your arms?" He asked with a brilliant smile
that sent a stab of desire directly to Glorfindel's groin causing
him to breathe in sharply.

"Both," was all the reply the dry mouth could manage.

"I am in the glade because we need to talk, and I am in your arms
because this is where I belong," Erestor answered honestly,
tightening his possessive hold around the deliciously naked waist.

"Aye you do" agreed Glorfindel returning the hug. "However, I must
admit that unless I cover myself I am more likely to ravish you than
to engage in conversation," he teased playfully, already struggling
to keep his member flaccid despite the feelings of desire caused by
Erestor's mere presence.

"I certainly hope so." Erestor's response was delivered in an
equally playful tone, but the huskiness in his voice spoke of his
true feelings. Glorfindel was relieved to see Erestor's mirthful
eyes telling him he was experiencing the same difficulty and
undoubtedly his robes already hid a rock hard arousal.

Spotting the errant leggings in the grass, the advisor picked them
up and handed the crumpled garment to the grateful Balrog slayer who
finished dressing then sat down, indicating with a gesture that
Erestor should do likewise. Elrond's advisor was well accustomed to
speaking about matters of a delicate nature even to perfect
strangers when required and this time was no different.

"Glorfindel, do you believe in love at first sight? That you will
know your soul mate the moment you meet?" Erestor asked, watching
his companion's reaction closely, relieved to see the recognition of
the feeling in the captivating blue eyes.

"I have seen it happen occasionally, and as romantic as it is, since
my rebirth I find myself wishing for a long, slow courtship,"
Glorfindel replied. Erestor was overcome with sorrow at such a
casual reminder of his love's death, but even more heartbreaking was
the implication that he had misinterpreted Glorfindel's feelings
towards him. Perhaps he had just shared a sexual fantasy with the
Balrog slayer that was nothing more than a pleasantly erotic dream.

"What of you, Erestor? Tell me, have you not met the one to whom you
would give your heart in eternal love? Who would be so much a part
of you that you could feel his pleasure from afar, who could feel
yours?" Glorfindel asked his voice sultry as his body felt the
echoes of his recent pleasuring. He was not gifted with far sight,
but the light of Valinor burned brightly in the ancient elf and he
suddenly understood the reason for the question and the fear of
rejection he sensed in his soul mate's heart. Soul mate? Aye, there
was no point in denying the obvious.

"You felt it too?" Erestor asked, feeling his heart began to race as
Glorfindel lifted the hand he held to his lips and softly kissed the
palm.

"Aye, how could I not enjoy the pleasures felt by the other half of
my soul, for that is who you are, my beloved Erestor." Glorfindel
admitted.

"As you are mine, dear Glorfindel," Erestor replied as he entwined
his fingers with Glorfindel's and stood up, drawing his love into a
tender embrace. Blue eyes filled with love and need as silky strands
of midnight black hair tickled the bare chest revealed by the
unbuttoned shirt. His exposed nipple tingled with pleasure when he
felt the warm breath caress it and "I love you," was whispered
against his rapidly beating heart.

Glorfindel crushed his beloved close, and then a single finger
tenderly tilted the pale face upwards, dark eyes filled with eager
anticipation for the kiss.

"I love you too," Glorfindel murmured against the soft lips before
he claimed them with ever increasing ardour as the fires of passion
burned in their blood. More than willing to permit his lover to
dominate their first of many kisses, Erestor allowed the insistent
tongue to plunder his mouth, savouring the sweetness of the new
taste.

When they were reluctantly forced apart to catch their breath,
Glorfindel growled with displeasure when his lover moved out of his
arms.

"Shall we stop now and continue with a proper courtship?" Erestor
asked in all sincerity. He truly wanted nothing more than to make
Glorfindel happy, and if it meant taking their relationship slower,
then so be it.

Glorfindel responded wordlessly, almost ripping his shirt and
leggings in his haste to remove his clothes, all thoughts of an
extended courtship vanishing from his mind when the advisor slowly
removed his robes to reveal his own nakedness beneath. Eyes darkened
with lust followed the erotic movement of the hand that Erestor
slowly ran down his pale body, coming to rest around the fully
aroused member.

"Do you want me to touch you like this or shall I pleasure myself
for you?" he whispered seductively, moving to stand close enough to
allow their arousals to rub against each other.

"Do with me as you will, but I want to be the only one who makes you
cry my name," Glorfindel said as he grabbed his tormentor's hips and
held them as he writhed against them, whimpering needfully as the
silky shafts slipped up and down with increasing fervour.

Pulling Glorfindel to the ground, Erestor settled between his legs
and continued the assault on his lover's body. Lips were again
claimed in bruising kisses, tongues took turns at possessing moist
mouths before moving to lick more sensitive areas. Hands eagerly
explored naked flesh wherever it could be found, delving into
tighter places as the need to possess each other burst into flames
of intense passion. Needful moan, lusty grunts and soft whimpers
were the only words of love needed, until Erestor screamed his need.

"Take me hard and fast. NOW!" he cried as he turned and raised
himself on his hands and knees, spreading his legs wide as he
offered his body to his lover.

"I do not want to hurt you," protested Glorfindel as he used the
clear fluid that now covered their weeping arousals to coat his
fingers.

"You will if you refuse what my body craves from you, please
Glorfindel. do not make me wait any longer," Erestor replied
lustfully.

"Anything for you, my love," Glorfindel replied as he slowly began
preparing his lover with a single digit. Not satisfied with that, an
impatient Erestor took Glorfindel's hand, held three of his fingers
together and forced them into his opening, almost undoing Glorfindel
with the single erotic act.

"Now ride me hard," Erestor demanded as the fingers were removed.
Aroused b almost beyond his own endurance, and without further
protest, Glorfindel drove hard and fast into the tight opening,
sheathing his aching hardness to the full.

Every thrust that brushed over the spot causing Erestor to cry out
in pleasure was rewarded with a tightening of his passage around the
hard length. It was an exquisitely carnal sensation that drove
Glorfindel to new heights of ecstasy for not only could he feel the
moist hotness that gripped his shaft, but he felt an echo of the
sensation he was giving Erestor.

"I feel it too, heart of my heart," whispered Erestor's voice in his
answering the question he had not needed to speak out loud.

"Then come with me, soul of my soul," Glorfindel moaned, reaching
around to grip the hand that was rapidly stroking its steel hard
cock, he made a final deep thrust into his lover that sent them
both over the edge into completion as, now forever joined in body,
heart and soul, they screamed each other's names into the night.