Title: Matters in Hand
Rating: FP, NC-17 (erotica)
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien. not
me.
Summary: Glorfindel takes matters into his own hands.


Many a secret garden, or secluded glade could be found within
Imladris, and for one who had only just returned form the stagnant
darkness of the Halls of Waiting, all were equally enticing.
Glorfindel's particular favourite was filled with flowers that
blossomed only in Ithil's silvery light. The fragrance of the air
was intoxicating, and the soft lapping of the waters of the slow
moving stream against the rocky bank of the slow reminded him of the
sound his balls always made as they slapped against the opening of
the one he was riding.

Shaking his head with surprise, the reborn Balrog slayer blamed the
lurid thought on his increasingly erotic dreams. Centuries of
loneliness in Namo's Halls where the pleasures of the body had no
place had made him realise that the taking of casual lovers no
longer held any interest for the once lusty Lord of Gondolin. He was
ready to give his all to one elf alone, and indeed he had already
done so the moment he set eyes on his soul mate.

Glorfindel's body cried out for release and although he knew that
any of the elves he had so far met would willingly partner him in
the lustful dance, there was only one he wanted. As yet he had not
approached his love, for he intended to court him and win his heart
before taking him to his bed. Until that happened, there remained
only one option for a highly aroused elf.

Choosing to lie on the soft patch of grass near the stream
Glorfindel spent a few moments gazing up at the stars before taking
matters into his own hand.

He began with a slow, sensuous exploration of his newly restored
body, running his hands through his lustrous golden hair, gasping
with pleasure when he encountered the sensitive tips of his ears.
The lightest of touches sent fire coursing through his body,
reminding him it had been far too long since he last took a lover
and he his eyes quickly darkened with lust as he recalled the
ecstasy of sheathing his rigid cock inside someone's hot tightness.
The image of the one he desired to make passionate love with came
unbidden to his mind and he was filled with longing for the day when
he would lovingly spread his lover's legs before plunging into his
depth.

The very thought of making the object of his desire scream his name
as he drove faster and deeper into that luscious body almost sent
him over the edge. It was far too soon for that and knowing how much
more intensely his body would react when he finally spilled his
seed, Glorfindel was determined to last as long as possible before
reaching his climax.

Taking a deep breath to calm his raging want, he forced his elegant
fingers to slowly untie the laces of his loose fitting garment. The
taut, muscular chest of the well trained warrior beneath the silky
fabric was revealed, allowing the warm summer breeze to softly kiss
the smooth skin. It was a pleasant sensation, but even more so was
the streak of lightning that travelled to his groin when his
fingernails deliberately raked across hardened nipples as the fully
opened shirt was eagerly discarded.

Teasing hands made feather light contact with the naked skin, moving
in slow circles with only the most delicate of touches across the
hardened points of sensitive flesh. It was pure torment that was
both painful and exquisitely erotic, especially when Glorfindel
could not resist squeezing tightly, the mixture of pain and pleasure
eliciting a deep growl in the back of his throat that was the only
sound he could make. His thoughts were quickly becoming incoherent
as wave after wave of tingling sensation coursed through his body in
the wake of the slow, sensual movement, of fingers that were now
spread wide apart, following the trail made by the glistening beads
of sweat that trickled down his stomach, adding to the wetness that
was already weeping from the bulge in his leggings.

The increasing tightness of the cloth around his engorged cock only
served to inflame his lust and soon the single finger that was
rubbing up and down the steely hardness of his entrapped member
joined the others to pull the leggings off and throw them carelessly
into the night.

No sooner was the final obstacle removed, than the silky shaft was
surrounded in one hot, moist hand whilst the other fondled the sacs
beneath before slowly moving to pierce the tight spot behind.
Glorfindel groaned his pleasure as he penetrated his opening and
bucked wildly when his finger rubbed against the place within that
made him see stars. Panting, groaning and writhing wildly, he
impaled his body on another two fingers, thrusting in wantonly,
screaming his pleasure each time he hit that special place within.
Tightening his grip on his shaft, he stroked in time with thrusts
that became harder and faster and increasingly erratic as the
familiar tingling sensation began coursing through his blood.
Stomach muscles clenched and he screamed in mind blowing ecstasy as
the he felt the fire of the hot creamy liquid travel his length
before shooting into the hand that was pumping it furiously.

Erestor's name was still echoing into the night as Glorfindel
slumped in sated exhaustion.

END