Title: A Letter of Love
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien, not
me.
Summary: Erestor agrees to write a love letter for a friend, but all
is not as it seems.

A Letter of Love

In Imladris, and indeed Lothlorien and Mirkwood as well, Erestor's
reputation as a scholar and a lover of the written word was second
only to that of Elrond's. Any letter sent to the leaders of the
other elven realms, dealing with matters of import such as
negotiating combined border patrols, requests for their attendance
at the rare meetings or merely invitations to some celebration or
other came from Erestor's quill. The advisor also was often sought
to pen the occasional trade agreement for the merchants he dealt
with in the course of duties associated with the running of
Imladris. However, the most unusual request he had received was to
write a love letter for a particularly shy elf who had lost his
heart to one of the Galadhrim.

Matchmaking was not normally a task he would have agreed to
undertake, but he accepted the challenge to please his dear friend
Lindir, who declared his most talented harpist, was deeply in love
and neglecting his music as he pined for the lover he had not yet
admitted his feelings towards. To Erestor's way of thinking this was
an unnecessary waste of talent and the problem needed to be
rectified at once.

The advisor quickly realised the folly of his poorly thought out
decision when it occurred to him that, never having given his heart
to another, he really had no idea how to write a sincere love
letter. Lindir was in the same position and the only other person
Erestor felt comfortable asking was Elrond. This idea was discarded
when the minstrel vehemently stressed the need for privacy on the
part of his friend.

Deciding there was no one else Erestor was forced to resort to
whatever information was to be found in the library. He assumed that
there would be at least one or two tomes on the subject and he spent
many hours researching every book, scroll and letter he could find,
but to no avail. There were numerous words written on romance, love
and the more physical aspects of desire, but there was simply no
reading that would teach him how to express feelings he had never
experienced. That left only one possible course of action, he needed
to find a lover, or at least someone who would be willing to
describe the emotions associated with giving one's heart and soul in
love.

Taking a fresh piece of parchment, Erestor listed all the available
elves in Imladris, discarding those he would never consider as
either loving or desirable. The advisor's standards in this regard
were high, and the list quickly became very short until, after
several more hours of consideration, not one name remained. Sighing
with exasperation, the dejected advisor walked over to the window
for a breath of fresh air. A smile lit his eyes as he realised his
problem was solved by the elf who was just dismounting.

Glorfindel, the radiantly beautiful and extremely desirable Balrog
slayer had arrived from Mithlond barely a week ago and not only
was the re-born lord a hero, but also well experienced as a lover,
judging by the many accounts of his life Erestor had read in the
books about Gondolin. This elf would certainly know what to write,
and since he was unknown to both Lindir's friend and his would be
lover, Erestor decided their anonymity would remain intact.

***********

Several weeks passed before Erestor found the courage to make his
request and in that time, Erestor and Glorfindel had quickly
developed a great respect for one another and a rapport not many
shared with the acerbic advisor. Glorfindel found Erestor's sharp
wit amusing, and it was common for them to engage in verbal sparring
usually at the Council meetings. Neither was afraid to voice their
opinions on various matters and since they often held totally
opposite viewpoints, the ensuing arguments soon earned them a
reputation as hated enemies. In fact, nothing could have been
further from the truth, for although the arguments rarely ever ended
in public, except with one or the other storming off in anger, they
were more often resolved in private, usually over a cup or two of
wine and an exchange of laughter as they agreed to disagree. Both
elves relished this private time together, and felt extremely
comfortable in each other's company. So much so that they Glorfindel
would often arrive already attired in the loose shirt and pants he
wore to bed as did Erestor. There was not even the necessity to
knock on the door, as the welcoming smile he was always greeted with
indicated to the Balrog slayer.

Also during the time Erestor and Glorfindel spent becoming close
friends, Lindir's pleas for his friend to hurry with the letter did
not fall on deaf ears. Erestor was expecting Glorfindel to come to
his chambers for a game of chess that evening and he promised Lindir
the letter would be written the next day.

Glorfindel and the bottle of wine he had brought for them to share
arrived at Erestor's chambers as arranged and rather than begin
their chess game, Erestor made his request.

"Glorfindel, I need your assistance with a small matter," he said as
soon as they were both seated comfortably in the armchairs Erestor
had placed on the balcony, the better to enjoy the soft warmth of
the summer night.

"How may I be of assistance?" Glorfindel asked stretching lazily
causing his shirt to tighten against his muscular chest and a warm
flush to add a pale pink tinge to Erestor's cheek as he watched the
erotically graceful movements.

"I have been asked to write a love letter on behalf of another, and
find that the words do not come easily when I have not experienced
the emotions for myself. I mean no disrespect, but I have read of
your past liaisons in Gondolin and judge that you may be able to
help me," Erestor stated plainly as he handed his companion a cup of
wine after taking a large gulp of his own to settle his racing
pulse. Glorfindel sipped his wine slowly, an unfathomable look in
his eyes.

"I am more than willing to help you experience the emotions," he
replied in a sultry voice causing Erestor to take another overly
large mouthful of his wine.

"Ai, I am not asking you to do that, can you not just tell me?"
Glorfindel cocked an eyebrow at his friend, put his wine aside and
moving with the swiftness borne of his warrior training, took
Erestor in his arms and kissed him soundly, releasing the soft lips
only when they both needed air.

"Does that answer your question?" Glorfindel asked, still holding
the dark beauty in his arms as he had wanted to do since the day
they met.

"About the pleasure of kissing, aye I suppose it does, but what of
love?" Erestor asked, suddenly wishing Grinder was his lover. He
shook his head to clear it of the unbidden thought, but could do
nothing about the sudden weakness in his knees when he heard
Glorfindel's reply.

"Love is the fire in my body that I feel when I hold you, the racing
of my heart whenever I hear your voice, or catch a glimpse of you
across the room. It is my need to be with you, even in reverie, and
my desire to please you any way I can. It is the song my heart and
soul sing only for you, my beloved Eretor. It is three simple words.
I love you," Glorfindel said, declaring his love with heart felt
sincerity.

"I love you," repeated Erestor realising the words were true for him
as well.

"I love you, my Glorfindel!" He shouted happily again. "But I need
that delicious sensation of your lips on mine one more time...just
to be certain I can describe the way I felt exactly," Erestor said
with a smile that was anything but innocent as he took his lover's
hand and lead him to the bed. Glorfindel was more than willing to
comply, and lay beside Erestor, pulling him into his arms as they
kissed again. This time the kiss was long and passionate as tongues
explored mouths eager to receive them, and lips were crushed
together with bruising intensity.

"Besides the sweetness of a lover's kiss, perhaps your letter should
mention the fire of a touch like this," Glorfindel whispered
seductively as he traced the outline of Erestor' ear with his
tongue, then followed the angle of his cheek to the curve of his
neck. Erestor indeed felt like his blood had been replaced with fire,
and he moaned and writhed with desire as Glorfindel continued to
torture him with soft licks and playful nips as fingers deftly undid
the opening to the loose shirt Erestor wore, exposing the chest that
was rising and falling as rapidly as his heart was beating. Erestor
screamed his pleasure as one hardened nipple was caught between
Glorfindel's teeth, and he blushed furiously when he felt the
hardness in his leggings. Glorfindel's smile of delight was
absolutely feral as he quickly relieved his lover of the confining
garment.

"Have you experienced enough for your letter yet, or do you want
more?" Glorfindel's breath was hot against Erestor's arousal as he
playfully teased the head of the silk covered steel with his tongue.

"More.please.MORE!" Erestor shouted as the wet tongue moved to
caress first his heavy sacs then the small opening behind. He
growled in protest when the moistness withdrew and Glorfindel
released his hold on the needful body, even though he did so just
long enough to shed his own clothing.

"Not just yet, my impatient one. Your letter will not be complete
until you know what it is like to touch me in the same manner,"
Glorfindel said his voice filled with lust and need as he took
Erestor's hand and placed it over his own hardened nipple.

The advisor needed no further prompting and slowly ran his hands
over the naked chest, sucking on the sensitive tip of the delicately
pointed ear as he did so, smiling with delight as Glorfindel moaned
softly and pulled their bodies close. Erestor wriggled wantonly,
causing an exquisite tingling sensation to course through them both
as the soft skin of their naked bodies rubbed against one another.
Moving his lips slowly down Glorfindel's neck, he stopped to briefly
suck the smooth curve before continuing his exploration, taking
first one nipple and then the other in his mouth and rolling his
tongue over the erotic roughness of the small erections.

Now it was Glorfindel's turn to writhe with anticipation as Erestor,
ever the fast learner, began to place delicate kisses down the
clenching stomach muscles, stopping finally as he took Glorfindel's
weeping erection in his mouth. The Balrog slayer's moans of want
only served to increase Erestor's desire, as did the thrusting of
hips that moved the rigid member in and out of the moist, hot mouth.
Erestor continued to suck the delicious hardness, and almost gagged
on the hot creamy fluid that filled his throat when, in his
inexperience, he teased Glorfindel's opening, only to find his
finger impaled as far as the pleasure spot within.

"I am sorry, Erestor, I should have warned you I was about to come,"
panted Glorfindel when he realised why the advisor was almost
choking.

"No need for apologies, I enjoyed that almost as much as you,"
Erestor replied with satisfied smirk.

"Then let me complete your education. Do you have any oil?"
Glorfindel asked knowing that Erestor was untouched and would
require a gentle entrance. Erestor retrieved the oil he used on his
hair from his dresser and in moments was writhing with pleasure as
Glorfindel's finger slowly penetrated his depths. Lips were claimed
in another fiercely passionate kiss, and by the time Glorfindel had
added anther two fingers, Erestor was incoherent with ecstasy. He
whimpered when the fingers were withdrawn only to begin soft pleas
for Glorfindel to move against the pleasure spot within once his
hardness had been fully sheathed.

Content with knowing that there would be many more chances for wild
and lusty couplings, the new lovers made slow, gentle love,
savouring every intimate kiss and caress of their lips and their
bodies. As he felt his peak approaching, Glorfindel took Erestor in
hand and stroked him firmly in time with his own thrusts which
became harder and deeper. In moments they spilled their seed
together, softly moaning each other's names into the night as two
songs now singing in harmony echoed in their minds.

*****************

It was well into the next day, and only after more languorous
lovemaking, followed by the most pleasurable bath Erestor could ever
recall taking, thanks to Glorfindel's lustful ministrations, that
the advisor finally sat down to pen the letter for Lindir's friend.
He looked up in surprise when Glorfindel took the quill from his
hand.

"What are you doing, Glorfindel? I promised Lindir I would have the
letter ready today and it is already almost noon. It will not take
long, and then I will give you my full attention," Erestor said
suggestively reaching up to tenderly caress his lover's cheek.

"I have a confession to make, my love. Even as we speak, some of my
warriors are escorting our love sick harpist to Lothlorien where he
is to take up a position with Celeborn's musicians, and no doubt in
his lover's bed as well. It was not the musician, but I who
contrived with Lindir to ask you for a love letter. Do you not
approve of my method of seduction?"

"Indeed it was very inventive," Erestor agreed as he reached up to
tenderly caress his lover's cheek.

"And so delightfully successful that I must try again," Glorfindel
whispered huskily, taking his beloved into his arms and kissing him
breathless as the slow dance of seduction began once more.


END