Title: Sweet Surprise
Author(s): marchwarden23
Fandom: LOTR/Middle Earth/AU
Rating: NC-bloody-17
Disclaimer: I don't own these naughty little elves,
but I do enjoy borrowing them and letting them ravish
each other crosseyed. Don't sue, all I have is my ever
growing collection of 19thC surgical instruments.
Betas: Sadly, no. Errors galore.
Feedback: If you would be so kind? I survive on it.
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Cast: Erestor/Glorfindel
Summary: Erestor plans a little surprise for
Glorfindel's (re)birthday.
Notes: PWP. Fluff, comedy, food. And an apron. You've
been warned, so stop looking at me like that. Blame
Books for the apron.
Glorfindel dismissed his men from training for the
rest of the day and was gathering up his gear when he
heard raucous laughter coming from behind him. Curious
to see who was having such a grand time, he walked
over to the nearby rose gardens where the sound was
coming from. It was the perfect day for such a happy
gathering, a sunny summer afternoon with a fair breeze
scenting the air with the perfumes of blooming trees
and flowers.
There in the clearing at one of the large tables, the
entire kitchen staff was seated, eating and drinking
from a large buffet they had spread out before them.
Quite the sight it made, all the roses in full bloom,
deep burgundies, soft lavenders, vivid scarlets, royal
golds, winter whites, sunset pinks, summer oranges,
velvety purples all surrounding a gaggle of merrily
laughing elves feasting on hearty breads, creamy
cheeses, sweet fruits, crisp vegetables, refreshing
juice, and light ales.
Glorfindel smiled warmly as he stepped into the
welcoming atmosphere and reached for a ripe
strawberry, greeting the head chef with a pat on the
back and a question.
"What brings all of you out here today? You are always
so busy, I rarely get to see any of you relaxing like
this all together! Surely there must be some occasion
you are celebrating?"
The chef looked up at Glorfindel with a sly grin as
everyone turned their attention to listen to the
exchange, looking for all the world like they were in
on a spectacular joke.
"My lord, with all respect, we are sworn to secrecy on
this matter. We can tell you nothing except that
Erestor asked us for use of the kitchens after the
lunch cleanup and before we needed to prepare for
dinner and excused us with the order that we enjoy our
time off. Would you care to join us? It's not much,
but your company is always welcome." Entreaties were
heard all around the table as some of the elves
offered Glorfindel small bowls of hors d'ouevres and
fruits and goblets of ale.
Glorfindel smiled at them all, politely declining the
offers, his curiosity about the quiet little councilor
in the *kitchen* of all places forcing him to uncover
this secret. With a nod to all and parting
pleasantries, he turned and strode towards the
kitchens, melodic laughter and spirited conversation
echoing behind him.
Erestor. In the kitchens. He shook his head, unable to
picture the serious and reserved elf in his usual
formal black robes, nose deep in a dusty tome or
furiously transcribing an ancient scroll; puttering
around the kitchens doing....*food prep*. It simply
was an impossible concept...Erestor didn't putter. Or
cook for that matter, that he knew of. The thought of
the very disciplined and astute elf donning a frilly
apron with his waist-long midnight hair up like a
maiden caused a loud snort to escape Glorfindel before
he doubled over laughing in earnest, stumbling towards
the kitchens.
His laughter stopped abruptly as the most ghastly
smell pervaded his nostrils. Looking up he noticed a
cloud of smoke wafting near the ceiling in the hallway
at the same time a volley of imaginitive Quenyan
curses reverbrated loudly off the walls. The voice
*sounded* familiar....but Glorfindel was positive he
had never heard Erestor's voice ever rise above a cool
tenor. This was undoubtely a screeching falsetto.
Glorfindel neared the open door and was about to enter
when a chunk of black smoking charcoal sailed past him
at head level followed by another scathing oath. He
watched as the chunk bounced off the opposite wall,
leaving a greasy black splotch, and coming to an
ungraceful stop at his left foot. He nudged it with
the tip of his boot, and jumped back as it crumbled
into a little pile of soot. Glorfindel poked his head
past the doorway furtively, only allowing enough of
his unprotected head to be able to take in the sight
before him. He nearly erupted in laughter once again.
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Surely it must have been a joke. The only apron there
was a horrid frilly thing with embroidered pansies
around the hem directly above the lace ruffles that
decorated the edges of the offending garment. Erestor
couldn't imagine the head chef wearing this while he
concocted his fabulous dishes. Valar, he couldn't
imagine even the daintiest maiden wearing such an
abomination. Erestor had excused the staff and was
about ready to dive into his grand plan to make a
lavish dinner and a sumptuous dessert for Glorfindel
on his birthday, when he realised that he wasn't
really dressed for such messy and sweaty work. Erestor
stripped down to just a thin dove grey silk undershirt
and his black suede leggings, carefully laying his
velvet robe on a table near the door before rolling up
his sleeves and donning the ridiculous apron. As an
afterthought, he put his black satin tresses up into a
tight bun to keep it from getting into things.
Disaster. Everything was ending in utter failure.
Erestor couldn't figure out what was wrong after
carefully following all of the instructions carefully.
He translated the the ancient cookbook from Gondolin
himself and knew it was right...what was happening?
The fruit compote was soup, the broth was a slimy
paste, the appetizers were little better than
ammunition for a slingshot, the veal was a tough,
unpalatable lump of concrete, the pasta was a steaming
pile of rubbery dough underneath the blandest white
sauce ever. Erestor sat at the table with his head in
his hands, staring at the pages before him, wondering
why everything was going so terribly wrong when the
smell hit him.
"By the Valar! Not dessert too!?!" Erestor whipped
open the oven door only to find the cake layers were
burnt to an unrecognisable crisp, thick black smoke
pouring from the oven and filling the kitchen. And
right after he had laid out the little bowls of
fillings that were kept on hand in the kitchens.
Perhaps the only thing that was going right for him
that day. He grabbed the towel and lifted the pans out
of the oven, his eyes watering from the acrid stench,
and tossed the little smouldering bricks on the table.
He turned to look at them, getting angrier and angrier
as he poked at one with the edge of a long serrated
knife. He tried to pry one of the cakes out of the
pan, only to have it slip in his grasp. The hot metal
made a sizzling noise as it contacted the delicate
skin of the councilor's wrist and he dropped it to the
floor. The offending cake bounced out of the pan and
landed on his fine leather boot, leaving a greasy
smudge.
This was the final straw.
With a passionate and extensive curse, Erestor picked
up the cake and flung it with all his might out the
door, screaming and swearing and vowing to never try
anything like this again. He dipped a cloth in some
cool water and placed it on his blistering wrist and
sat back down, the ruffles flouncing gaily around his
legs, and kicked at the pan still smoking on the
floor. His head in his hands once again, he felt tears
forming in the corners of his eyes.
"I just wanted to do something special for
Glorfindel....*snif*...I know he doesn't want his
birthday known or to have a big deal made,
but...*sniffle*...I just...wanted to impress
him...*snurk*...do something nice for him....show him
that I care...." Erestor broke down, sobbing openly
and feeling like a total failure.
Glorfindel heard the lament and was touched. Erestor
was doing this for *him*? He couldn't believe that
anyone would go through that much trouble for
him...especially not the quiet little councilor.
Ah...Erestor. That elf was truly a mystery to him, a
complete opposite of himself. Where Glorfindel was
outgoing, gregarious, and personable, Erestor was
introverted, private, and aloof. His scathing wit and
undeniable intelligence wasn't lost of the captain,
this being where Erestor's passion made itself well
known. Glorfindel never once missed the gleam in those
deep chocolate eyes when the councilor was busy
ripping somebody a new one in the most polite manner
or when he was called upon to dispense knowledge from
the limitless resources of his mind. This, Glorfindel
knew was where Erestor shone like the dark star he
was. And shine he did, perfect glowing skin the colour
of fresh cream, glittering eyes resembling polished
mahogany, his gleaming silken raven hair that fell in
reflective sheets down to his slender waist, perfect
glimmering pouty lips that he longed to run his tongue
over and....where did *that* come from?
Thoughts like that would come unbidden during
meetings, especially when Erestor was in fine form,
his element complimenting every aspect of him as he
effortlessly navigated the treacherous tides of
negotiation. Glorfindel would be mesmerised by the
composure and grace in which Erestor would hold
himself, both intellectually and physically, never
breaking a sweat or becoming flustered. Glrofindel
would occaisionally let his mind wander to think about
what Erestor would look like out of this element. For
example, on the training grounds wielding a sword, or
swimming in the river and laughing with friends, or
joining with storytelling in the Hall of Fire, or bent
over his desk in the library screaming Glorfindel's
name as the warrior took him fiercely from
behind.....*waitaminutehere*.
Glorfindel shook his head, clearing the vivid image in
his mind and focusing on the vivid image in front of
him. He entered the kitchen quietly, not wanting to
startle the weeping elf.
"Erestor?" Glorfindel approached and stopped at the
table, concern evident in his voice.
Erestor's head whipped up to meet the bright blue eyes
of the elf he was trying so hard to please. He groaned
miserably before allowing his head to drop to the
table with a thunk.
"Oh, 'Fin, it's you. Please don't look at me like
this...*snif*..." Erestor knew he looked terrible,
eyes swollen, nose red and drippy, face flushed. He
grabbed at the soot stained towel and tried to dry his
eyes, lifting his face from the table only to add a
black smear right across his nose.
" 'Res? What are you doing here? Tell me what
happened. But first...." Glorfindel grabbed a towel
off the stack of clean ones, wet it in the jug of cool
water and lifted Erestor's chin, tilting his face up.
Glorfindel leaned forward, resting his elbows on the
table in front of Erestor and gently cleaned off the
dark elf's pretty face. He heard everything Erestor
said while he was hiding behind the door, but wanted
to hear those words again, wanted to hear that the
councilor was doing it for him.
Erestor could hardly believe what was happening to
him. The golden warrior of ancient Gondolin, reborn
Balrog slayer, and captain of Imladris was cleaning
off his face like a doting mother. He was too stunned
to stop Glorfindel, who was attending to him in a most
soothing manner, the deep voice a relaxing cadence
that comforted Erestor and encouraged him to share his
woes, which he did.
"I just wanted to do something special for you, 'Fin.
All these years you kept turning down offers to
celebrate, insisting on not making a big fuss over
you. *snif* And then you get all moody and hole
yourself up in your room soon after lunchtime and not
emerge until the next morning, which is so unlike you.
Elrond and Celebrain worry after you."
Erestor looked up from the smoking cake pans he was
staring at to look deeply into Glorfindel's brilliant
blue eyes, his breath hitching slightly (from the
crying or because he was completely smitten, he wasn't
certain) when he realised the golden warrior was
slightly teary-eyed as well. Steeling himself, Erestor
admitted to Glorfindel what he had wanted to say for
years.
"I care about you. I just want to make you happy,
'Fin. I want to lift that morose rut you get in and
just this once I wanted to make it special for you and
let you know that...that..."
Erestor broke off his speech when he saw a fat tear
roll down Glorfindel's face, leaving a silvery trail
down one perfect honey coloured cheek.
" 'Fin? I...I'm sorry..." Erestor stood abruptly, not
wanting to embarass the captain by seeing him cry, but
was stopped by a strong hand around his wrist.
"Ai! 'Fin! That hurts!" Erestor squeaked as Glorfindel
released his wrist just as quickly, only to wrap
around his elbow.
" 'Res? I'm so sorry! Let me see that. And please
don't apologise. I'm touched that you care about my
feelings to do something like this for me." Glorfindel
examined the swollen red skin on Erestor's wrist,
gently tracing a fingertip around the blister. "You
are such a generous elf, Erestor. I don't deserve such
attention. I certainly doubt you deserve to suffer for
me, either. Promise me something?"
Erestor trembled slightly at the light contact,
surprised that such a strong warrior could administer
such a delicate touch. He looked into fathomless eyes
the colour of the summer sky outside, feeling a slow
heat building in his belly and spreading outwards. He
could stare into those eyes forever, imagining them
looking deep into his soul as the beautiful golden
warrior took him violently, hammering him into the
floor, gripping his ankles and....whoa. Why on earth
was he thinking *that* right now?
"Anything..." Erestor replied in a whisper, very aware
of one of Glorfindel's strong hand wrapped around his
elbow and the other hand gently caressing the skin
above his burn, feeling the temperature of the room
increasing with each tentative stroke.
"Never, ever try to cook for me again." Glorfindel's
look of seriousness didn't last long as it was
replaced by a smile full of mirth and humour, an
unrestrained laugh erupting from him as well because
Erestor's face took on a look that was a combination
of vaguely horrified and slightly insulted yet
extremely comical.
" 'Res, it's not what you make for me, or what you get
for me or anything like that, that would make me
happy. Do you really want to know what would make me
happy?" Glorfindel looked into the dark pools of rich
brown, lost in their deepening shadows. He felt a tiny
shiver go through his body as his gaze drifted down to
those pale pink lips, slightly parted in anticipation
as the quick thought of what those lips might taste
like flitted through his mind.
Erestor, feathers a bit ruffled but still enjoying the
warm touch of his friend and tormentor, leaned
forward, his eyes widening, waiting for the answer. He
would do anything for this elf.
"You. Just you. Your company. Your mind. Your
conversation. I have admired you for years, my friend,
and wished to get to know you better, but you always
shun company. You talk only when it's needed, and I
never see you laugh or joke. I have always wanted to
know what makes *you* happy, but have always been
afraid you'd mock me. I always wondered what kind of
elf you'd choose as a partner...and if any elf would
be worthy of such an honour as to be your beloved..."
Glorfindel knew he was blushing. He averted his gaze,
waiting for the inevitable lambasting, the brutal
stare that could freeze Mount Doom itself, the
purposeful avoiding for weeks to come.
" 'Fin...I....you....me? You want *my* company?"
Erestor was gobsmacked. He couldn't believe the words
coming from the ancient lord's mouth as he watched a
deep red blush spill over Glorfindel's cheeks before
he turned away.
"I'm sorry, I should go...I apologise if I have
offended you, 'Res..." Glorfindel stood to go and this
time his wrist was grabbed and he was stilled. He
looked down into beseeching chocolate eyes and was
lost in them once again.
"Stay. Please?" Erestor tugged on the captive wrist
and waited until Glorfindel sat down again. It was at
that moment that Glorfindel's stomach made a very
antisocial sound. Both elves looked aghast for a
moment and then burst out giggling. Erestor spotted
the bowls of mixed berries, caramel, ganache, and
creme anglaise that he had laid out in preparation for
the cake. He walked over and grabbed them all, laying
them out on the table between the two of them.
"It isn't much, but this should have gone in your
cake. Right now...." Erestor looked at the blonde with
a rare smirk, "....this is the only thing I didn't
mess up."
Glorfindel looked at the sweets before him and stuck
his finger into the caramel, sticky and still warm. He
swirled it around a bit and balanced a big blob of it
on his finger before popping it into his mouth. It was
sheer bliss, the heady sweetness coating his tongue
and sliding down his throat.
"Oh, how rude of me! Let me get you a spoon." Erestor
made to stand up again and was stopped by a ripe
raspberry placed right under his nose.
"We don't need utensils. Join me? Open...." Glorfindel
waved the berry around, letting the sweet smell invade
Erestor's nostrils before placing it directly against
his lips.
Erestor looked down at the berry, up at Glorfindel,
down at the berry again. He shut his eyes, opened his
mouth, and stuck out his tongue.
Glorfindel sucked his breath in quickly through
clenched teeth, almost uttering a very rude word
aloud, when he saw those pale pink lips part and
Erestor's tongue emerge from between them. Glorfindel
was aware of the fact that his leggings were growing
uncomfortably restrictive as he squirmed in his seat.
He placed the red berry on the tip of the councilor's
tongue, resisting the urge to trace Erestor's lower
lip with his fingers.
Erestor felt the berry lightly touch his tongue,
fighting the sudden desire to suck Glorfindel's
fingers into his mouth. He bit down on the berry and
let the sweet juice coat his tongue, humming in
appreciation. He opened his eyes, only to see a fluffy
white blob hovering inches from his face and
Glorfindel behind it, grinning wickedly. Erestor
opened wide again, meeting the warrior's grin with his
own trademark smirk and took a big swipe at the sweet
whipped cream with a flick of his tongue.
Glorfindel watched as Erestor licked the white cream
from his fingers, noticing how hot it was in the
kitchen. That tempestuous pink tongue darting over his
fingers, the bit of cream stuck to Erestor's upper
lip, Erestor leaning forward to get the rest of the
cream off of......ooohhhh.....
Erestor couldn't get all of the whipped cream on the
first lick so he went back for seconds, taking the two
fingers it rested on deeply into his mouth and looking
Glorfindel right in the eyes as he did it. He noticed
how flushed the captain's cheeks were as he let his
eyes drift half shut, his tongue making contact with
Glrofindel's fingers. He let his tongue trace between
the two fingers as he sucked deeply, making sure the
fingers were clean as he pulled back, letting them go
with a flick to the tips, humming with pleasure even
more. Erestor reached down and lifted a fingerfull of
creme anglaise from the bowl and offerred it to
Glorfindel who looked very uncomfortable.
" 'Fin? Are you all right? You look...like you're
about to faint...You must be hungry, you haven't had
lunch and you've been training the troops all morning.
Here...." Erestor poked his custard covered finger at
Glorfindel who greedily took it into his mouth,
causing a small whimper to escape the councilor. It
was Erestor's turn to feel faint as the suction on his
finger was felt all the way down to his groin. He felt
his finger consumed up to the knuckle, the hot, wet
tongue laving it from top to bottom, swirling in
spirals around it as he pulled back and let the finger
be released with a suctioning pop.
Glorfindel looked upon the ever so slightly trembling
elf opposite him, the eyes darkening with desire, the
blush colouring alabaster skin with a rosy glow, the
rise and fall of his torso from the heavy breathing,
the parted lips that demanded more to be put in it,
which he did. Scooping up a sticky swath of caramel,
Glorfindel lifted it to the dark elf's mouth, but not
fast enough. It was still warm and hadn't solidified,
making it drip as Erestor stuck out his tongue to try
and catch it all. Glorfindel managed to get most of it
into that eager mouth, but realised that some had
missed and was smeared on the councilor's chin.
Erestor giggled as he tried to catch the liquid sugar
and relishing the opportunity to take Glorfindel's
fingers into his mouth again. A warm bead of caramel
was dripping down his chin and he extended his tongue
as far down as it could go to catch the sticky
droplet. Before he could reach for a berry to feed to
Glorfindel, a hot mouth descended on him, licking and
sucking on his chin, bright blue eyes inches from his
now very wide brown ones. Erestor jumped back but was
stilled as he felt a strong hand on the back of his
neck, pulling him closer. The attentive mouth was now
on his, wringing a muffled moan from his throat. His
eyes fluttered shut as he let himself fall into
this...kiss?
By the Valar, Glorfindel was *kissing* him!
No sooner than it registered in Erestor's mind than it
ceased to be happening. He gave a small sound of
disappointment as Glorfindel pulled away, opening his
eyes to see the bright blush and the now deep evening
blue of the captain's eyes. Neither spoke for a
moment, the slightly laboured breathing of both elves
being the only sound in the kitchen.
" 'Res....I'm still hungry. Are you going to feed me?"
Glorfindel spoke quietly to Erestor, watching the
reaction change from desire, to confusion , to
embarrassed shyness. The golden lord looked at Erestor
from beneath lowered lashes, letting the tip of his
tongue flick out at the corner of his mouth. "Please?"
Erestor shuddered, noticing how his hand shook as he
reached for the bowl. He grabbed a strawberry and
brought it up to Glorfindel's waiting mouth, letting
the tip skim over the full lower lip. He watched as
the golden elf's lips wrapped around the tip, sucking
the berry slightly into his mouth before biting off
the end. Erestor was certain that he'd faint this time
as Glorfindel's mouth descended for another bite,
taking the entire berry inside, and Erestor's fingers
with it. Erestor felt the tongue pry the berry from
his fingers and stroke the side of his thumb, running
up and down it's length. He sighed deeply and felt
more heat rushing througout his body, reacting with
all of the most sensitive parts. The whimpering was a
dead give away when Glorfindel started with the
suction.
Glorfindel worked the councilor's fingers until he
heard the sweet sounds coming from those lips. He
stopped his ministrations to lean forward, the berry
still in his mouth, and pressed it against the shocked
elf's lips. He bit down into it, offering the other
half to Erestor, nudging against his lips.
Erestor, mesmerised by the bright sapphire gaze,
leaned forward to grasp the berry with his teeth,
letting the tip of his tongue brush against
Glorfindel's lower lip. The sweet berry and the
sweeter mouth that held it was his undoing, the
shudders that caused his slender frame to shiver with
delight unable to be supressed any longer. Their lips
contacting briefly before Glorfindel pulled back,
allowing them to catch their breath and retrieve
another sweet. Erestor lifted a fingerfull of the
thick ganache from the bowl, the rich chocolate
exactly the same colour of his eyes, and tempted
Glorfindel with it, bringing it closer to his own
mouth instead.
Glorfindel followed the luscious chocolate and gripped
Erestor's hand, stopping his motions mere inches from
it's intended goal. With Erestor's gaze rivetted on
him, the blonde slowly licked at the creamy substance,
feeling it melt under his tongue and drip down the
councilor's hand. He brought his tongue up and down
the finger, slowly, swirling, flicking, spiraling, and
sucking, watching the effect it had on Erestor. He
could feel the tremours in the councilor's hand, the
hot breath that wafted over his cheek, he heard the
quickened breathing, the soft gasps of pleasure. He
wanted this elf, and right now. He dipped his head
lower to lick the viscous ganache that dripped down
Erestor's hand and arm, bringing the limb and thusly,
the councilor attatched to it, closer.
"Oh! 'Fin...I...you....ooh! Mmmmpfh!" Erestor was
quickly silenced by a chocolate flavoured kiss, the
warrior's tongue pushing its way into Erestor's
tempting mouth and finding a very warm welcome granted
to him by the councilor's persuasive tongue. He did
his best to convince Glorfindel to stay a while and
sample his own sweetness, the feel of the blonde's hot
mouth growing more insistent with each passing second.
Erestor was still quite happily shocked that this was
happening, not sure when it became this needy,
passionate thing that was threatening to sweep them
both away. The moan that was swallowed by Glorfindel
shocked Erestor in it's intensity when he felt the
strong hand work it's way up to his shirt collar and
start to undo the clasps there.
Glorfindel admired the smooth skin under his palm as
he undid the thin silk shirt that Erestor wore, the
tactile stimulus under his hands and lips urging him
to continue, to lose himself in sensation. His other
hand joined in, pushing the silk down over graceful
shoulders. Glorfindel decided the best perch for the
next course of this meal would be accomplished by
situating himself on the table, which he did without
breaking the kiss. A fingerfull of whipped cream would
be the perfect condiment for nipples, he decided as he
watched the thin silk pool around Erestor's waist,
revealing the flawless pale skin.
Erestor squeaked when the cool cream made contact with
his chest, the nipple hardening quickly and causing
him to suck in his breath, breaking the kiss. It was
an opportunity that Glorfindel used to his full
advantage, swooping down to stop right in front of the
cream-topped flesh. Erestor looked down and watched
with great interest as Glorfindel's tongue slowly
snaked out and lightly flicked at the cream, grazing
his nipple and causing a shudder to ripple through the
councilor's body. He wasn't prepared however, for the
hot mouth that completely engulfed his nipple,
licking, sucking, and nipping at the sensitive flesh,
tormenting it to an unbearable hardness. Erestor
wasn't aware that his hand had reached up and was
threading through Glorfindel's hair, pulling him
closer, and only vaguely aware that the warrior was on
all fours on top of the table.
Glorfindel cleaned Erestor's chest completely of the
sweet cream, admiring how the pale pink nipple was now
a rosy red and quite stiff. He felt a shy hand
stroking his hair, encouraging him to continue, which
he did with much enthusiasm. Bringing another cool
blob to Erestor's chest, he decorated the other nipple
and promptly warmed up the flesh beneath the chilled
cream, noticing how Erestor's own flavour only
enhanced the sweet cream. The whimpers and moans that
came from above him were a beautiful music that
encouraged him to continue, not wanting this opera to
end any time soon. He slowly lifted Erestor's arms
from the shirt, pulling it away and letting it drop to
the floor, the newly exposed expanse of flesh laid
bare to his gaze and soon, his touch. Glorfindel
stroked Erestor's arms and lightly massaged them, a
soothing rhythm playing on flesh and muscle as he
worked his way up the councilor's clavicles, up the
arched neck, across to the delicate shell of his
pointed ear. Erestor's hair being up in a bun made all
of the best parts much more easily accessible which
was taken advantage of with the utmost efficiency. The
gasps, moans, whimpers, and purrs that were drawn from
those delicious parted lips were an aria of such
wrenching beauty that Glorfindel felt obligated to
continue, allowing for more exquisite notes to be
sung. His lips wandered over a pretty ear tip, lightly
biting and licking, down the curve to suckle at the
lobe and then drift down to the spot directly
underneath it that made Erestor cry out and grip
Glorfindel's hair almost painfully.
"Ai! 'Fin...this is...what are we doing?" Erestor was
almost incoherent, but still aware of the fact they
were in the kitchens, and doing questionable things to
each other in a very unusual but highly gratifying
manner. The long suppressed need he felt pulsing
through his body could not be denied, and the elf that
was the cause of many nights of shameless
self-gratification was right there, doing things
Erestor could only wish for.
"This is called kissing." The warrior claimed
Erestor's lips in a wildly passionate meeting of lips,
tongue, and teeth, causing a muffled moan to accompany
the shivering body.
"I do believe this is called licking." Glorfindel
demonstrated admirably upon Erestor's graceful neck,
smiling at the tremour that passed through the
councilor's delicate frame.
"I think...and I'm not sure, you *must* tell me if I
do this right....this is called biting." Before
Erestor could stop him, Glorfindel latched onto an
already tormented nipple and captured it between his
teeth, lightly flicking the tip of his tongue over it
before applying pressure and causing a keening wail to
escape the councilor's lips. The hands that closed
over his head, gripping his hair in a fevered frenzy
was enough to drive the warrior to distraction, moving
closer and gripping Erestor's arms to pull him up and
closer.
"Gods, 'Fin!" Erestor was almost swooning with the
electric pulses that swept through his body from the
glorious ministrations the golden warrior was
bestowing on him. He allowed himself to be pulled up,
granting access to those hot, talented hands that were
now circling his waist, urging him up on to the table
so that they were both kneeling and facing each other.
Glorfindel's sweet mouth worked on both nipples,
sweeping back and forth between the two, Erestor's
lightheadedness causing him to grip one of
Glorfindel's shoulders to steady himself.
Glorfindel broke off the contact, straightening
himself and looking at the disheveled dark elf before
him, eyes almost black with lust, long tendrils of
raven hair that were loosened from the chignon framed
an enchanting face, flushed skin, pink lips parted and
kiss-swollen, delicate lines and angles. The graceful
neck that was so sensitive to his lips, the sweep of
collarbone and slender shoulders, the smooth flawless
skin of his torso begging to be marked with bites and
bruises, reminding them both of this day. Glorfindel's
arousal throbbed painfully, reminding him of it's
presence after such a long confinement and lack of
proper attention. What happened next did absolutely
nothing to ease his torment.
Erestor took in the sight of the glorious captain,
honey coloured skin tinted with a pink blush on his
cheeks, hip length shimmering golden hair decorated
with his warrior's braids, a strong and well-toned
body, the cut of his silk tunic emphasizing the sleek
muscle, the soft suede of his leggings hugging every
curve and outlining his....oooh....Erestor stared in
admiration at the impressive bulge that strained the
laces of Glorfindel's leggings, noticing how it
twitched slightly under his gaze. The reaction spurred
the councilor to grab the bowl of caramel and lift it
over his body, leaning back, and pouring...letting the
sticky concoction spill across his chest and down his
abdomen. With the other hand, he swirled his finger in
it, bringing it to his mouth and licking it, staring
determinedly into Glorfindel's eyes, an unspoken
challenge sparking the air between them with desire.
Erestor knew this was a dangerous game but he was also
ready to take that chance for the ultimate reward. He
wasn't truly sure when it happened, but he was
suddenly on his back on the table with Glorfindel
between his legs licking and sucking the sticky
sweetness off his torso.
Glorfindel could barely control himself as he saw the
amber liquid dripping down the pale flesh, the look of
abandon on that sweet face, the sensuous finger that
dipped and spread the substance around, the tip of his
pink tongue darting out across his fingertip. With not
a second thought, Glorfindel growled as he pushed the
councilor down on the table, kissing him deeply and
then licking his way down, lapping up every trace of
caramel as the councilor arched up into his touch. The
sweet moans spurred the warrior on, the leg that
rubbed against his flank causing him to sink his teeth
into the soft, yielding flesh at Erestor's waist.
Glorfindel almost lost control when the same leg
wrapped around his hips and pulled him closer.
Erestor was lost in a world of sensation, the heat
suffusing itself throughout his entire body, the
insistent throb of his erection begging for release. He
wanted to feel that body on top of him, inside him,
claiming him completely. Erestor slid a hand down,
flipping the apron out of the way as he tugged on his
lacings. The last of the caramel was smeared over his
newly exposed hip, teasingly bared from the loosened suede.
Erestor looked down and saw Glorfindel staring, mesmerised by
the play of his fingers across his hip, the blonde's expression
one of extreme self-control. Erestor let the fingertip trail
downwards and across, under the soft suede as he arched
his hip up and moaned softly, stroking his own flesh.
The sight of Erestor writhing on the table touching
himself was the most exotic thing Glorfindel had ever
laid his eyes on in the centuries of both his lifetimes. Erestor's
half-shut eyes and parted lips beckoning Glorfindel, luring him
into their temptations. The captain watched as the long slender
fingers slid and circled in the amber liquid before slipping under the
fabric. He bit his lower lip hard, staring as Erestor thrust up into
his own caress, noticing how more and more skin was being
bared with each movement of hips and hand. Glorfindel
grabbed the slim hips and held Erestor down as he descended upon
the sticky flesh once again, lapping and nipping with abandon.
Erestor's cries of delight increased in volume as Glorfindel pulled
the leggings down over the slowly undulating hips, revealing the
councilor's formidable erection. The warrior smiled widely up at the panting
councilor before swallowing his newly unwrapped prize in one fluid
motion. The shout that pierced the air was the perfect
acknowledgment for Glorfindel to increase his ministrations.
Erestor was drowning in a tidal wave of bliss, the
hot, wet tongue thrashing against his skin and
wringing loud moans from him. He felt a tug and
cool air brush across his fevered arousal briefly
before being taken into the soft velvet heat of
Glorfindel's mouth, shouting a string of curses and
thrusting upwards. His hands flew into Glorfindel's hair,
gripping roughly as the warrior consumed his length
over and over, his tongue swirling and sucking and
driving Erestor to incoherent wails of ecstasy.
" 'Fin..oh! 'Fin...I want...you...inside
me...pleasepleaseplease...." Erestor was barely able
to think as he felt his boots and leggings
get pulled off completely. When he felt Glorfindel's
hands spreading his thighs apart further, he sat up
and gave the warrior a look that he usually reserved for
unruly council sessions.
"No, my beauty. I want you to take me from behind. I
want it hard, fast, and now." Erestor was breathing
heavily as he slid off the table only to bend over it, gripping the
edges and pulling himself forward which caused the smooth swell
of his arse to be raised high.
For a moment, Glorfindel could only stare, the
stunning slender body of the dark elf splayed out
wantonly across the table, his lust glazed eyes never breaking
contact, the sleek obsidian strands falling from the chignon
and plastered to his sweaty face and
shoulders, his salaciously voiced request all
conspiring to leave the captain struck speechless and
paralised. His inaction was remedied quickly by Erestor
reaching up and pulling his hair out of the knot, letting it
spill like a pot of ink down over his shoulders,
across his back, and down over the table where it
pooled, glistening and shining at Glorfindel's knees.
The warrior let out a strangled whimper before jumping off the table,
quickly shedding garments and positioning himself
behind the sweet councilor, aching to feel the body he was about
to breach, eager to hear the screams that he would be the cause of.
Erestor felt the heat radiating off Glorfindel's body,
making him push back and demand contact with his
golden warrior. He felt a hand caress his lower back and
stop him from the touch he so craved. He moaned his
disappointment, grinding his arousal against the table,
the soft cloth of the apron increasing the friction and driving him to
distraction. Erestor was positively mad with lust,
his body demanding a vicious, pounding release from
the one whom he'd been secretly coveting for
centuries. He writhed in anticipation on the table, moaning and
begging to be taken.
Glorfindel looked down at the charming white bow that
sat right above Erestor's shapely, slender arse,
framing it nicely, the ruffles along the hemline emphasizing
the curve of his hips. The long ties that hung from the bow trailed
down demurely hiding the delights yet to be sampled behind
soft, white linen. The seductive sway of Erestor's hips as he
arched and moaned and begged to be touched gave Glorfindel
all the encouragement he needed.
"Please...please...I want to feel you inside me...give
it to me hard 'Fin, please...I can wait no longer...."
Erestor was on the tips of his toes, his back curved in a
gentle arc, the sleek muscles in his arms and shoulder
straining with tension, anticipating. He felt the soft
fabric caress his bottom as Glorfindel slowly slid
them over the smooth flawless skin, lifting the ties
away and revealing every last bit of his firm arse. He
screamed again when he felt the wet heat of Glorfindel's
tongue lick a straight line from the base of his spine
to the tight muscle waiting to be ravaged.
Glorfindel worshiped that beautiful creamy arse until
Erestor was grinding down on his tongue and sweetly
promising Glorfindel anything as long as he would take him
mercilessly until he couldn't walk properly for a week. The
golden lord was only too happy to oblige, arising fluidly to
his full height, his almost painful erection aligning perfectly against
Erestor's waiting entrance.
"This won't last long, 'Res..." Glorfindel smeared the
clear fluids that were copiously dripping from his
arousal up and down his shaft, stifling a whimper at
his own touch against sensitive and long-suppressed flesh.
"Don't care....take me...hard." Erestor reached back
with one hand as grabbed the captain's hip thrusting
him against the tight muscle. He lifted one long, shapely
leg up on to the table, so that his pretty arse was wide
open and inviting. "Now, if you please."
Glorfindel steadied himself and with one hard thrust
slammed in, not stopping until he was completely
sheathed inside the tight passage of the beautiful dark
elf underneath him. His legs almost gave out from the
sheer sensory overload of being inside such a
gripping, pulsing heat, the muscles clenching around
his erection, demanding him to move. The desperate
wail of need was torn from his lips at the same time
Erestor begged his release, thrusting back against Glorfindel hard.
Erestor was unmistakably, completely filled, the only
thing keeping him upright being the iron shaft
piercing his stretched entrance and the table he was
grinding his arousal against. His hand left Glorfindel's
hip and he reached downwards and underneath the
apron ruffles to grasp his own needy erection and pump
it hard. Erestor was only barely noticing his hand
being pried from the table, but was well aware when
his hand was wrenched away from his shaft, cursing
Glorfindel in a most colourful Quenyan litany.
The soft linen apron ties slid up his rear and then he
felt them wrap around his wrists, holding them in
place. His loud curses were soon stifled as he felt a
strong hand around his weeping arousal, replacing
complaints with moans of lust and need. He felt
Glorfindel's other hand tangle in his hair, pulling Erestor
up and back to punish his mouth with a deep, fiery kiss,
biting his lower lip and drawing blood.
Glorfindel lapped at the bead of blood that surfaced
from his bite on Erestor's full lower lip, the sweet
metallic taste making him dizzy with want and forcing
him to pump even harder and faster into the tight channel.
Erestor's moans became soft growls as the
sweet councilor thrust back against Glorfindel, the
rhythm of their coupling, a furious pounding tempo
that was quickly bringing them to their completion.
Glorfindel tightened his grip in Erestor's silken midnight
hair, pushing him slightly forward and angling his body
into position to....
"Twist for me, baby." Glorfindel still gripping
Erestor's hair and relentlessly fisting his erection,
thrust upwards slightly, nailing Erestor's sensitive
gland with a direct hit, the high pitched scream erupting
from the councilor's mouth a confirmation of the warrior's
deadly accuracy with but one of many weapons he was
skilled at wielding.
Erestor knew he was done for the moment he heard those
words, his throbbing arousal being expertly worked,
his back arching as he was slammed into, his sweet spot
being pounded over and over until he was crying, tears of ecstasy
spilling down his cheeks as he felt his orgasm explode
out of him, screaming Glorfindel's name and sobbing words
of love as he felt his essence spilling hot trails down his thigh.
Glorfindel was swiftly and irresistibly undone by the
sweet words and the powerful muscles pulling his
orgasm from him, his loud moans raised to an intensity
he'd never felt before. With a final blazing thrust he
spilled deep inside his love, overwhelmed with the
sensation of finally being complete. Slumped over
Erestor and catching his breath, he whispered
Erestor's name as he released his grip in the silky mass
of tousled hair, stroking his sweaty back and then
slowly pulling out. He undid the ties that bound Erestor's
wrists, letting the garment flutter to the floor, but
wasn't ready to have his arms full of the dark elf as
Erestor quickly turned and captured Glorfindel in a
crushing embrace.
"Oh, 'Fin...I love you, love you so much..." Erestor
sobbed against the warrior's shoulder and feeling the
strong arms wrap around him.
"I love you, too, 'Res...Thank you for the best
birthday present I could have ever gotten." Glorfindel
pulled back slightly, looking into dark eyes overflowing
with love...and something else....worry?
"I don't think I can top *this* next year, dear."
Erestor swallowed his tears with a quick laugh. "We
should probably clean up our mess...I'm sure the
chef won't be too pleased with all this." He was
trying not to dwell on the fact that this was a fluke,
a simple case of two overwhelmed elves losing control
in the moment and not the one thing he had hoped. Not his true
heart's desire. But he would be strong, as he always is.
Both elves got dressed and were in the process of
cleaning up when Erestor turned once again to
Glorfindel with a shy smile.
"Promise me you won't go to your rooms to mope
tonight, 'Fin?"
Glorfindel read the unspoken devotion in those
chocolate eyes, wanting nothing more than to fall
asleep in Erestor's sweet embrace and to awake
every morning looking into eyes that held that
much love for him.
"I couldn't possibly mope alone in my room tonight,
'Res. Especially if you accept my invitation for you
to accompany me there this evening."
Erestor was stunned, his mouth hanging open slightly.
"I.....you....us...your room....mmmmpfh!"
Glorfindel cut off the councilor with a sound kiss,
leaving them both breathless once again.
"I would that you spend *every* night with me, dear
sweet Erestor. I am asking this of you now. Would you
be mine for all eternity?"
Glorfindel hoped for all he was worth that answer
would be...
"Yes! Oh yes, 'Fin!" Erestor didn't need to think
about it. He hugged Glorfindel closer, burying his
face in the crook of his neck,
overjoyed beyond anything he had ever felt before.
And there they stood, hugging each other lovingly
until the kitchen staff returned. They bashfully
apologised and helped clean up, making sure the
abused apron went with them back to
Glorfindel's room where they sat and talked until
dinner. They returned there together after dinner,
all eyes for each other after having announced their
bonding to everyone. They made love again that night,
this time long, slow, and sweet in the light of the
full moon that shone through the open windows. They
drifted off in each other's arms, Glorfindel thanking
the Valar for the best birthday gift ever, Erestor
thanking the Valar for granting him his heart's desire.
END