Title: The Ritual
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Glorfindel/ Erestor
Author: jenolas
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel perform. a strange, but romantic
ritual on the night of their betrothal.
Disclaimer: LoTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien, not
me.


The elegant script flowed freely from his quill as Erestor worked on
the task currently occupying his working hours. The document he was
translating was written in an obscure Dwarvish dialect, and it had
already taken him the better part of three hundred years to learn
the meaning of the ancient runes. Today he had been making excellent
progress and had become so absorbed in his work that he had not even
stopped for the noon meal, and was now in danger of missing the
evening one as well.

He was so focused on a most difficult passage that he did not hear
the door open, but he did notice the loose papers on his desk
fluttering in the gentle breeze that wafted past him when the door
was closed. He did not need to look up to know that it was
Glorfindel who entered the library, for his heart began racing the
moment he sensed his lover's presence. A gentle touch on his
shoulder from the hand that brushed the dark curtain of hair aside
sent a shiver of delight down his spine, that was followed rapidly
by several more when soft lips kissed his exposed neck Erestor
sighed with resigned pleasure, put his quill aside and turned in his
chair, reaching up to caress the cheek that was already slightly
flushed with desire and to drink deeply of the love he saw in the
lust darkened eyes.

"Am I disturbing you?" Glorfindel asked as he pulled Eretor into his
arms and held him close against his own rapidly beating heart. Even
though they had been lovers for centuries, their love and desire for
each other grew stronger and deeper with every beat of their hearts
and every intimate touch, every kiss was as sweet as the first.

"Nay, `arousing me' would be more accurate, my love," Erestor
whispered into the ear his tongue had just brushed across.
Glorfindel shuddered with pleasure and offered his lips for another
passionate assault. Erestor readily complied, sucking on the moist
tongue with the same sensual rhythm as he was grinding his engorged
member against its twin in Glorfindel's leggings. Needful moans
managed to escape from lips that were still hungrily kissing until
the lovers became light headed for lack of air and were forced
apart, gasping for breath.

"Shall we retire to the privacy of our chambers?" Glorfindel
suggested seeing his own desire reflected in Erestor's glittering
eyes as he raised the hand he held to his lips and seductively
licked the wrist before kissing the soft palm. The erotic touch had
the intended effect and Erestor had no choice but to allow himself
to be lead from the library.

No sooner had they entered their chamber, than Erestor locked the
door and, groaning with need, encouraged Glorfindel to move his hand
down to the rock hard bulge beneath the advisor's robes, obligingly
kneading the hardness that always filled him with pleasure. Erestor
allowed the touch for a few delicious moments then took a step back
so that he could look into the captivating blue eyes he loved so
well.

"I have a special surprise for you, and it is not what you are
thinking," Glorfindel said as he reached under the pillow and
retrieved a small black box that resembled one of those in which
Erestor stored his writing implements.

"What am I thinking, dear Glorfindel?" Erestor replied with a smile
that was not in the least as innocent as he tried to appear.

"Ask me again after you open this," suggested Glorfindel as he
handed the gift to the advisor and watched with anticipation as it
was opened to reveal the small box contained a quill. The feather
was of a type Erestor had never seen before, coloured in shades of
blue and green, and seemed to shimmer in with a strange inner light.
It was truly beautiful but to Erestor's dismay it would be useless
as a writing tool. The end of the spine was blunt rather than
pointed and the opening was too large to allow any ink to remain
stored there. Erestor did not want to hurt Glorfindel's feelings by
pointing out the flaws so he chose a diplomatic response.

"It is too lovely to use, but I will cherish it because you gave it
to me," Erestor said offering his lover a tender kiss.

"Oh, but you must use it! This is no ordinary quill, but one made
especially for us by Mithrandir," Glorfindel said.It was not a very
enlighteneing explanation and Erestor remained a little confused.

"Why would Mithrandir make it for US?" Erestor wondered out loud
looking to Glorfindel for answers. Glorfindel hesitated for a few
moments before speaking.

"It is a betrothal gift, and has a special purpose," he said moving
to take Erestor in his arms. "Will you bind with me, my love?"

"Need you ask my handsome Balrog slayer? Aye, of course I will,"
replied the advisor tears of joy shining in his eyes. This was
indeed a most welcome surprise.

A long, passionate kiss sealed the promise and the feather was
forgotten for the moment as the lovers simply held each other close
until the spark of desire that was ever present between them began
to burn with an ever increasing brightness. Erestor began to lowly
remove his clothes for his very appreciative audience of one, and
when he was completely naked, he bent and whispered into
Glorfindel's ear.

"Do you know what I am thinking now, my far sighted one? Am I
perhaps thinking you are far too dressed for my liking and should
allow me to remove your clothes," Erestor asked suiting his actions
to the words spoken in the seductive voice that always sent fire
directly to Glorfindel's groin. "Or am I imagining making you
whimper with need as I take you like this?" he asked as he knelt
before his naked lover and surrounded the silk covered steel with
the moist warmth. Glorfindel did indeed whimper as Erestor`s head
moved upon and down, making slow love with his mouth.

"Faster, oh please my love, faster," begged Glorfindel as he rocked
his hips in an attempt to increase the torturously inadequate
friction. Taking pity on his needful lover, Erestor encircled the
rigid member with his hand and began to stoke hard and fast while
flicking his tongue over the weeping slit. Tasting the first drop of
salty cream that heralded Glorfindel's release, Erestor again took
him in his mouth, intending to swallow every last drop of the sweet
essence that exploded from his lover. To his startlement, Glorfindel
shook his head.

"Let me come in your hand," he gasped as his body began to shudder
its release. Ever willing to please, Erestor did as he was asked and
pumped Glorfindel vigorously, capturing as much of the creamy
essence in his hands as possible. Overcome by a sudden weakness in
every muscle in his body, Glorfindel sank to his knees in front of
Erestor and slumped tiredly into the strong arms that now held him
close.

"Fetch the quill," he whispered when he caught his breath. Erestor
raised his eyebrow at the strange request, his eyes widening with
disbelief when he saw what Glorfindel intended to do with it.

"Glorfindel, what is the meaning of this?" Erestor asked.

"It is a warrior's binding ritual I read about one day while I was
waiting for you in the library. I do not know if it was really ever
practiced but I thought it would make our betrothal even more
special to us both," he explained.

"Ai, my Glorfindel, such a romantic. How can I deny you anything,"
Erestor said as he held his sticky handout to allow Glorfindel to
dip the quill into his seed. He then placed soft kisses on the flesh
that covered his lover's heart before writing his name in elvish
runes where his lips had touched. Erestor felt a slight tingling
sensation, but when looked at his chest, there was no sign of the
sticky substance to be found.

"I have marked you as mine," Glorfindel said, claiming his beloved's
lips once more.

"I love you more than words can say," Erestor said tenderly,
laughing softly with his lover at the private jest.

The first time he had said those words, Glorfindel had laughed
merrily at the notion of a scholar of such high stature being lost
for words, then, to ensure his lover was not hurt by the teasing,
Glorfindel had kissed him with such exquisitely erotic ardour that
Erestor spilled his seed without needing a single touch anywhere but
on his lips.

"I love you, my wanton one," Glorfindel whispered before claiming
the swollen and bruised lips in the sweetest of kisses that caused
his lover's unsated arousal to twitch with need against his bare
stomach. Without a word he stood and walked over to the nightstand
where they kept their oil, and his eyes never leaving the dark ones
that had widened in anticipation, he coated his fingers then reached
down to slowly prepare his opening. Erestor licked his lips and
whimpered with need as he watched the erotic display, and he was
almost undone when Glorfindel lay on the bed and spread his legs
wide, and beckoned seductively to Erestor. "Make me yours, my love."

Erestor needed no further encouragement, and rather than the fast
penetration Glorfindel was expecting, he was entered slowly, each
inward and outward thrust angled so as to brush the small gland,
doubling the pleasure and causing Glorfindel to writhe in ecstasy
beneath his beloved. Erestor savoured the gentle pace for as long a
possible but as his state of arousal increased so did his need to
sheath his length as deep into his lover's tightness as possible. As
his thrusts became more erratic, Glorfindel rocked harder and faster
back against the pounding hips, pushing Erestor deeper within, and
causing him to moan incoherently as his tight sacs slapped against
his opening. .

Erestor cried out with pleasure as Glorfindel reached up and
tweaked the erect nipples, intensifying the fire that was burning
through his veins. As his peak approached, he wrapped his hand sound
Glorfindel's fully hardened member and stroked with a wildly erratic
rhythm forcing his lover to spill his hot seed for the second time.
Hearing his name screamed with carnal lust was Erestor's final
undoing and he followed his lover into ecstatic oblivion, shouting
his name in rapture as he filled him completely.

They lay together in a sated embrace, until Erestor carefully
withdrew, showering the body glistening with beads of sweat with
tiny, soft kisses as he did so. His now flaccid member was still
slick with enough of his release to complete the ritual and with his
usual elegant style, Erestor wrote his name across Glorfindel's
heart.

"Now you are mine, forever," he whispered snuggling as close as
possible against his contented lover.

As they both drifted into reverie, neither Erestor nor Glorfindel
was aware that where the fingers of silvery moonlight touched their
chests, a pale glow that looked suspiciously like tiny elvish
runes, could be seen pulsing with every beat of their hearts.

END