He watched them from one of the high balconies overlooking the main entrance to the Last Homely House. An almost delicate hand resting lightly on the cool stone railing. Dark and intense eyes almost impassive, betraying no emotion, though his thin but shapely lips were turned down in a small frown.

Ebony black hair framed an almost too youthful face, reaching low down his back, in fact almost to his buttocks. The fine dark strands stirring every once in a while when the cool late autumn breeze blew through the open halls, the only thing betraying he was in fact a living being and not merely one of the many statues that decorated the home of Lord Elrond of Imladris.

Erestor let out a soft sigh, only barely audible even to his own ears. Otherwise silent as he watched the human refugees and the elves who were taking on the duty of trying to find a place for them all. Imladris surely had room for them, though the guest rooms would be rather crowded while they remained. That was not what worried the ancient elf.

It was how they had come to be here in the first place.

Residents of the small human settlement near the base of the Misty Mountains called Arbordale. Where apparently the Fellowship had taken refuge themselves to fight against a *dragon* of all things?

Of course he would have advised Lord Elrond to send a troop of soldiers to the small town to aid the Fellowship if it would have done any good, but it would not. The battle was already long over, from what the villagers had said, by a few weeks at least. With no way of knowing the outcome? Though he had sent two scouts to thetown to see if they could discover at least some clue to what had become of the Fellowship and the burden they carried.

He let out another soft sigh, once again finding himself doubting the wisdom of the decision to send this small band of travelers alone with the fate of all Middle Earth resting upon them. Against such odds how could they even hope to succeed?

But even here, within the walls of Imladris, could they really have protected the One Ring from the threat of a shadow dragon? Still an army of elves would certainly have had a better chance than nine...most of whom were not even elven.

Elrond still held hope that the Fellowship would succeed in their task, but Erestor still had his doubts. Even more so now. They would know soon enough when the scouts had returned.

He knew the other elf was there at his back even before he had stepped out onto the stone balcony to join him. Though the ancient warrior had made not a sound to betray he approach from behind or even stirred the air as Glorfindel came to stand beside him.

He had simply known.

The other's presence as familiar to him as his own. Not truly surprising, as they had known each other since before the days of the Last Alliance of Men and Elves...though they had not always been friends during that time.

The tall willowy blond stepped through the doorway and stood for a long time, completely silent, his body too nearly still as the stone fixtures wrought about them. He watched his old companion with a curious expression that was a mixture of amusement and worry, and when he finally spoke it was with the calm familiarity that comes only from long years spent in the someone's company.

"You have been standing there for nearly an hour," he said finally, a gentle hint of teasing hidden in his tone. "If you keep watching till sunset, perhaps you will find the view more pleasing. The scene might look less grim by the light of ithil and the stars."

Erestor turned his head slightly and arched a dark elegant eyebrow. Certainly not having missed the other's light teasing tone, though his face remained otherwise impassive.

Indeed there was hardly a more beautiful sight in all of Middle Earth than when the sun set over the mountains of the valley of Imladris. Especially in the autumn when the fading light of the sun shown upon the changing leaves, making them look almost as if they were aflame as well. It was a sight he had never grown tired of, even through all these centuries. But though the view itself might have been pleasing to the eye, he doubted it would truly make the situation any less grim to his heart and mind.

Glorfindel moved gracefully to stand beside his ancient friend. His eyes surveyed the scene below for the span of several long slow breaths, though it was hardly necessary as it had been the same all that day since dawn when the refugees began to arrive and would likely continue like this for many hours more as Arbordale's women, its children, its old and infirm trickled into the valley like water droplets off leaves after a rainstorm.

It was not lost on the elves that there were few, if any, strong young men amongst them--fighters or farmers regardless; certainly many of the men of Arbordale had stayed behind, perhaps to fight in defense of their homes, perhaps to aid the Fellowship.

"Things look ill from this vantage point, but we have seen them worse than this," the blond elf spoke, thinking back to when they two had stood in nearly the same spot years past to look over the assembled host of the Last Alliance camped in the valley below them on the last night before they marched forth to war.

"We have come through deeper darkness in the past and fought against worse odds. Will you not let those memories bring you some solace, Erestor?" the blond turned towards his raven-haired companion, standing closer, perhaps, than the open space of the balcony required, yet not so closely as to be intimate and making no move towards any contact between them.

Erestor turned his eyes back to the valley that seemed to stretch on forever below them and crossed his arms across his chest. A soft sigh leaving his lips the only sound he made for a long time before he finally began to speak.

"Have we truly, Glorfindel? Seen darker times than this approaching? With so few of our kind left on this side of the sea, the race of men scattered and divided, the Dark Lord growing ever more powerful in the land of Mordor, and the fate of the one thing that could mean the destruction of us all should it fall into the wrong hands, uncertain?" Erestor sighed again and shook his head slightly, suddenly feeling very old despite the lack of years visible on his face. "The enemy's power grows stronger, while our power over this land fades...can you not feel it?"

The blond elf smiled just a fraction, "I think you are not quite so old as to be so jaded, my friend. Have you forgotten how grim the day looked when we had first to reveal to the sons of Men the guilt of the Eldar in the wrongs of the past. Can you not recall how close the Alliance came to crumbling when they learned of the truth of the existence of the Three?

"And in years before, further back than your memory, when the curse of Fëanor was still fresh in our ears and when Morgoth's stronghold was mighty in the frozen north,times were bleaker then than this." Glorfindel knew it would likely irritate the other to hear him say this. Even after all these years had built up trust and respect between them, it still bothered Erestor when Glorfindel brought up his seniority. The elder elf did so seldom, but always when he did it was for deliberate effect.

He did not wish to irritate Erestor needlessly now, but he did want to distract him from the brooding mood he was likely to fall into if he stood there staring down at the influx of refugees much longer. "Come away inside, Aiwëvorn-nin. There is much that will need seeing to this day," Glorfindel suggested almost gently as he placed a soft hand on his companion's shoulder, much as though he would be turning him away from a loved view rather than a scorned one.

"It brings aid to none, this silent worry that you carry, though our hope may grow wings and carry the strength of our hearts far beyond the reach of our vision. We *have* come through bleak odds in the past, my friend, we shall yet do so again. I feel the danger and the threat, yes. He wants for us to feel that, but we must not give in to the despair he would work in our hearts. Sometimes strength comes from where we last think to find it."

Erestor's frown deepened considerably as his companion spoke. Though the words did have the desired effect of finally making him turn away from the view he had been staring at for far too long already. His brooding momentarily forgotten as he glared in obvious irritation at the blonde beside him.

"Are you lecturing *me* Glorfindel?" He asked incredulously. His dark eyes flashing slightly in the dimming light, though his face remained set in stone. Still cool but not completely as impassive as before. "I think you forget I am not one of Elrond's sons or any other of your 'students'."

The blonde elf always knew exactly what to say to provoke him. The only one in fact capable of cracking his usual calm facade and ruffling his feathers. Though he had to grudgingly admit (however never out loud) that the elder elf had a point, and he could not come up with a reasonable retort. Which only irritated him more.

He hated it whenever he had to yield in one of their arguments. Of which they seemed to have far too many of to call each other friend. Indeed many wondered about their relationship as they were often seen shouting at each other one moment, only to be talking quietly or laughing together the next.

Shrugging off the hand upon his shoulder the dark haired elf stepped past Glorfindel heading inside, though it was more like stalking past him. He was no longer brooding, though he was angry and not about to let Glorfindel off the hook so easily this time. Pausing at the doorway to turn and glare at his friend once again.

"And I have told you many times *not* to call me that. Or have you become so ancient that your memory, among other things, is also growing dull."

Glorfindel managed, with great effort, to avoid smirking as Erestor passed. Of course he did not think of Erestor as one of his pupils and he was fairly certain that the other elf knew this, though it was temporarily convenient for Elrond's chief advisor to act otherwise.

It was always a little bit difficult to tell whether the raven-haired elf was feigning anger with him for effect or whether his ire was real, but after so many years Glorfindel no longer bothered to worry over the distinctions between the two--they blurred together, the results always being the same: he and Erestor never remained angry with each other for long, and though they often irritated each other to no end, they always stopped short of treating each other cruelly or saying truly hurtful things.

Hundreds of years spent living side by side have a way of teaching a person just where someone's limits lie, and Glorfindel tended to keep his provocations within moderate levels. Erestor, he thought, always seemed to try to prod him more deliberately, but the blond elf was by far the more tranquil-tempered of the two.

"Your pardon, of course, Lotë-nin. The fog in my brain has grown thick over so many years. I would never call you by a name you dislike," the elf teased in a tone both warm and sarcastic as he stepped over to the other elf once more, deliberately using the endearment that he knew Erestor particularly *hated* being called.

Erestor's jaw dropped a little in shock, staring at Glorfindel with wide eyes. He just didn't call him that...that name! It was bad enough he insisted on calling him that behind closed doors but here? Practically in public! If anyone else heard!

The dark-haired elf's eyes narrowed and his face burned, though it was clearly more in anger than embarrassment. His eyes smoldering with an almost dangerous kind of fire. If looks could kill, Glorfindel would already be twitching on the cold stone floor.

It was a look most did not witness from the usually composed ancient elf outside of combat, and most certainly never directed at another elf. One that would have made most fear for their lives, yet the golden haired elf seemed to enjoy provoking on a regular basis.

Glorfindel was not completely unmoved by the venomous look, but certainly it had far from the desired effect. The blond often found his companion's anger strangely arousing, which contributed to the fact that he sometimes provoked Erestor a little more than was really necessary. Of course he never let the raven-haired beauty know this--for all appearances it seemed that Glorfindel was merely entertained by Erestor's anger; a convenient system as that only inflamed the younger's temper more.

The golden-haired elf stood closer to the other now, though standing in the doorway as they were, they still were far from well-concealed should any look up to the balcony from throng below. *If you ever call me that in public again I will cut out your tongue!* The words were on the tip of Erestor's tongue, but he never got the chance to voice them as Glorfindel unabashedly brought his hands to his hips and pulled their bodies into suddenly- completed contact, leaning in to claim Erestor's lips before he had any chance to protest, the kiss almost surprisingly soft and gentle, though it was clearly anything but chaste.

The raven-haired elf gasped a little in shock and something else. Soft familiar lips sealing over his own preventing him from offering any kind of protest. A soft moan escaping his lips as his anger was suddenly replaced by something else almost as strong. One of his arms coming up to wrap around the taller elf's waist, pressing himself even closer to the warm body he knew as well as his own. His other hand tangling in the long golden silk that spilled over Glorfindel's shoulders, holding the other elf close as he deepened the unexpected, but not necessarily unwelcome, kiss.

The golden-haired elf felt his body heat in a sudden wave as Erestor's hands came up around him, as he felt his lover press his body against his own. Parting his lips slightly to give access to the other's tongue, his own flitted out to dance delicately with his lover's, momentarily quieting the complaining lips.

"That is not fair..." the younger elf muttered softly between slowly tasting the other's lips, running his tongue lightly across the other's seeking entrance, suddenly seemed to realize that they were still out in 'public' where anyone could see them together.

Their 'relationship' one of the best-kept secrets in Rivendell.

Erestor tried to step back, to put a little distance between them again and avoid a potentially embarrassing situation, but realized he had nowhere to go as his back was already pressed against one of the marble columns on either side of the doorway. "Someone will see..." Though he made no move to actually push Glorfindel away.

Glorfindel smiled inwardly at the worry, though his outward manner betrayed nothing if it. It was not that he didn't hold the same concern--he too did not wish for their relationship to become public, or even to be known to those close to them. It had ever been thus for both of them from the time they first found their way into each other's arms one night after the long trials of battle.

But he sensed at the moment that no one was near and that, as busy as things were with the refugees below, no one, either Elf or Man, was likely to look up to see them at this particular moment...besides, the hint of risk was exhilarating.

Still, he did not wish to ignore Erestor's words, nor to push their luck by exposing them thus for long. Maneuvering them smoothly a step further inside the doorway so that Erestor's back was still against the column but now somewhat more concealed from outside eyes, Glorfindel brought his lips down in delicate brushing contact against Erestor's once more as though he meant to deepen the kiss further.

Instead, after inhaling his lover's sweet scent for one more breath, the elder elf stepped away, turning his attention back to a large desk covered with papers which was the central item in the study where they now found themselves. "You are right, of course, and you know I'd never wish to cause you worry at such a danger," the elf's voice seemed nothing but completely earnest, but he knew he would not really fool the other; they had been at this game for far too long.

"There are some maps here I've been working on transcribing," the blond elf shifted the conversation to more practical concerns with complete nonchalance. "From the area where the refugees have come. There's a symbol on one I can't quite make out..." Glorfindel looked down at one of the large pieces of parchment on the desk, indicating with his delicately shaped finger, and waited for Erestor to join him.

Erestor gave a soft moan of disappointment before he could silence himself when the warmth of the other's body pulled away much too soon for his liking. Staring after the blonde, his lips parted slightly in obvious shock. Too stunned for a few moments to react to the other's words or even really think at all, though he was intensely glad for the column at his back for the extra support, as his knees felt slightly weak.

His pulse hammered hard in his chest and his breathing was noticeably elevated. Though he could no longer tell if it was from arousal or lingering anger. Probably both. The former as well as the latter fueled by the knowledge that Glorfindel was playing with him again. Though more of which he could never be sure.

It was a game they had been playing for centuries now. Since the years of the Last Alliance in fact. A game he sometimes thought he enjoyed a little too much, yet he certainly had no intention of ending it any time soon.

They were lover's yes, but they did not love each other. Though they enjoyed one another's company and it had been several hundred years at least that either of them had gone to anyone else's bed, it was an understanding between them that this, whatever 'this' was between them, was not serious. It would probably never be anything more, nor did he wish for more and neither did Glorfindel. <>He would never admit, not to Glorfindel, or even to himself, how much he enjoyed the games they played. Though he had a feeling the elder elf knew anyway. Sometimes he thought that the beautiful blonde knew him better than he knew himself. That was why he always teased and prodded him so. Whether it aroused his anger or his lust it did not really matter. The other knew he enjoyed it. He had never been able to be so...free...with any other.

Completely unrestrained, as he was now that the older elf had effectively pulled him from his usual melancholy mood. His desire finally winning out over his irritation, as it usually did. Glorfindel was far more skilled at playing this game than he was, but it was one thing he did not mind in the least losing to the older elf.

He finally pushed himself away from the stone column when he had regained enough of his senses to stand upright on his own again, Erestor walked slowly towards the other elf. A new kind of fire lighting in his dark eyes, one he did not even bother trying to disguise.

Coming to stand behind the other and reaching out to grasp the older elf's hips in a similar fashion as Glorfindel had done to him, once more pulling their bodies into contact. Pressing his body firmly against his lover's back, his arousal quite evident and pressing hard against the other's buttocks as he leaned forward to nuzzle against the older elf's neck.

"Was that the only reason you came out to retrieve me from the balcony?" Erestor fairly purred into the other's ear before letting his tongue dart out to lick lightly at the curve. One of his hands slipping from the other's waist to cup his sex firmly and without any hesitation. Caressing him almost gently through the layers of his robe and other clothing.

Glorfindel gasped slightly as Erestor's hands closed on his hips, pulling him back. The blond elf deliberately allowed the motion to throw him off balance just enough for him to rest his palm on the desk in front of him, his movement pressing the other's arousal even more firmly against him. Feeling Erestor's hardness, Glorfindel's sex began to stiffen in almost immediate response, the sensation only heightened by the other's hot breath against his neck and the warm flick of the delicate tongue tracing over the contour of his ear.

The elder elf moaned very slightly in a approval and encouragement as his lover's hand slid around to cup his slowly hardening need. But it would take far more than that to leave Glorfindel tongue-tied, a fact which Erestor would certainly know well.

It was almost another language, the way the two of them had learned to speak to each other, a subtext that lay invisible beneath the words they spoke, filling in the spaces between the sounds, and the conversation, as it was, would often go long into their love making. It was all part of the game, the words that they spoke and didn't speak, like a code each had learned to break to decipher the other's desires.

"Erestor, Lotë-nin, do you mean to imply that you suspect me of some ulterior motive?" Glorfindel asked sultrily as he turned his head back towards the other, arching a little to kiss Erestor's lips.

What he really meant was something a bit more akin to 'bend me over this desk and fuck me...please...I dare you.'

Erestor groaned a bit louder than he intended when his lover's firm, well rounded buttocks rubbed harder against his groin. The slight friction almost maddening against his quickly hardening and trapped flesh, and his hand tightened a little more on Glorfindel's hardness in return. Stroking him a bit more firmly though still teasing.

His dark eyes raking hungrily over his lover's form slightly bent over the large ornate wooden desk. Even the barriers of clothing between them practically nonexistent. He could feel his lover's heat. Could almost *see* him, so familiar was Glorfindel's body to him.

In his mind he stripped away every article one by one until the older elf was laid bare. His pale skin slick with sweat and nearly glowing in the fading sunlight. Strong muscles shifting and trembling beneath deceptively soft flesh. The proud elven warrior bent over the desk, groaning and begging for his thrusts that rocked the beautiful body.

It was a vision Erestor soon intended to make a reality.

His free hand came up to wrap in the long golden silk of his lover's hair, pulling Glorfindel's head back sharply as his lips practically devoured the other's none too gently. His lips and teeth almost bruising the older elf's lips in retaliation for using the hated nickname yet again.

Though his other hand remained gentle as he continued to fondle his lover's sex, however quickly growing dissatisfied with that and wanting to feel the other elf's bare skin beneath his hands. He released his lover's arousal with one last gentle caress before letting his hand slide up the length of the other's body to begin undoing the fastenings to the older elf's robe.

A sharp but quiet gasp escaped Glorfindel's lips, and he eagerly accepted Erestor's almost-brutal kiss, his lips parting as his tongue sought out his lover's urgently. His sex grew to near-aching stiffness in almost immediate response to the rough handling. It was no accident that the ancient elf chose to call his companion by names that he knew the other hated.

The elder elf thrust his hips forward a little against the hand that stroked him; then, rocking back once more, he rubbed wantonly against Erestor's trapped hardness, the movement a rather shameless indication of what he wanted the younger elf to do to him. And although Glorfindel moaned in wordless complaint when his sex was released, he knew his lover well enough to anticipate the fingers which began working at the fastenings of his robe, his body now tingling with growing anticipation and need.

"Are you saying then that you don't want this?" Erestor whispered softly, nipping lightly at the other's lips before letting his lips trail gently down the strong curve of his lover's jaw to his neck. Biting down on the sensitive skin hard, but not hard enough to break the skin, immediately soothing away the sting with his tongue and lips.

Glorfindel ground his hips back once more rubbing against Erestor's hardness and somehow managed to be almost coy as he answered in a low husky whisper, "If I say I don't, will you promise not to stop?" the words nearly cut off short as a small sound, half a gasp, half a moan, escaped his lips at the delicious feel of the other's teeth on his throat.

Erestor's eyes fluttered closed and he drew in a sharp inhalation of breath as his lover began to rub against him more deliberately. His fingers practically tearing through the last of the fasteners on Glorfindel's robe. Another soft moan escaping his lips as he was forced to step away from the older elf so he could yank the rather expensive robe off his shoulders. Letting it fall to the floor and finally kicking it out of the way.

Quickly pressing himself once more against the other elf's back. Groaning softly in frustration as his passion fogged brain realized he still had quite a bit of the other elf's clothing left to remove. Not to mention his own.

"You wear far too much," the dark haired elf grumbled softly, almost to himself. Once more attacking the soft skin of his lover's throat while his hand slid up and underneath the rather plain looking tunic the other elf had worn beneath his robes. Eager for the touch of his lover's flesh, his fingers coming up idly to toy with one nipple and then the other as he continued to grind himself against the older elf's buttocks.

Glorfindel gave a low moan of approval as Erestor all but ripped his robe from his shoulders tossing it aside, his lover's hands almost immediately making their way up inside his tunic. The golden-haired elf tossed his head back to increase the other's access to his throat gasping slightly in unmistakable pleasure as Erestor's fingers played at the hardened nubs of his nipples.

"Perhaps you would have me go about naked under my robes to ease your access to me?" he managed to tease between his low breathy moans, making a mental note that he would have to do just that one day in the not-too-distant future.

Finally forcing himself to stop when the friction became just a little too much, Erestor stepped away again, panting softly. He knew if he wasn't careful he might just loose himself prematurely and he would never be able to live it down. Glorfindel's moans became soft murmurs of disappointment as he felt the other's body step back from his, removing the maddeningly tantalizing pressure of hardness from its place against his backside.

"Erestor, please," Glorfindel begged softly, his words dripping with need as he leaned his weight on the desk in front of him, momentarily feeling too weak in the knees to do anything else.

Gods Erestor was tempted to simply push aside both of their leggings enough to give them the satisfaction they both craved. They had certainly had plenty of such quick couplings in the past, and it was not that they had not always been satisfying to a point. But the image of his lover completely naked and bent wantonly over the desk they were using for support would not leave him. A fantasy he almost desperately wanted to make a reality.

Glorfindel's pleas were rewarded with the feel of his tunic being quickly tugged off and discarded, the cool breeze on his sensitive skin like a caress that only increased his impatience for the return of his lover's hands as Erestor, not wasting another moment, grabbed the bottom of the other elf's tunic and lifted it up over his head in one smooth motion, tossing the offending garment aside. His hands and then his lips immediately beginning to explore the expanse of exquisitely soft skin now revealed to him.

The elder elf pulled his hair over his shoulder as he felt Erestor's lips once more on his neck, their light almost teasing caress sending tingles of pleasure through his limbs, the feel so different yet no less pleasing than the rougher handling he'd received moments before.

Erestor's fingers danced over the older elf's pale back and then around his sides to slide up the strong chest and stomach. Pressing soft kisses from Glorfindel's neck down as he slowly knelt down behind his lover. Tracing the line of the older elf's spine with his tongue, and nipping lightly at the sensitive skin of his lower back just above his leggings.

"I shall promise not to stop if you promise not to call me that name again tonight," Erestor finally answered, laying another soft kiss on the pale delicate skin as his fingers began untying the laces on his lover's leggings and drawing them down. Of course he did not really have any intention of stopping even *if* Glorfindel did call him that offending name again, and the older elf probably knew it...but it was worth a shot.

Glorfindel nearly growled in need-driven frustration and impatience. The warmth of Erestor's breath on the small of his back and the light touch of the other's fingers working at the laces of his leggings were maddening enough even without the younger elf's teasing words.

"I will promise," the blond breathed through his haze of passion, his words an odd mix of a demand and a plea, "if you will stop this teasing and take me *now*!"

Erestor's body flushed with even more heat. His skin feeling hypersensitive, so that even the brush of the clothing he wore against his skin now seemed unbearable. His own erection now quite painful within his leggings and throbbing with undeniable need.

Gods what Glorfindel could do to him with a simple word. Whether it was intended to anger or arouse. No other had ever had such power over him ever before and he doubted anyone would ever again. He had never trusted anyone enough to give them that kind of control over him. It was in such times he knew he could deny the blonde haired elf nothing he asked...or demanded. Especially now when his lover was demanding to be fucked.

The dark haired elf slid his hands into the waistband of the other's leggings and pushed them down and off in one smooth motion. Finally baring the other's beautiful body to him completely, though he did not stop to savor the sight as he might have liked.

Glorfindel's body trembled with lust as Erestor finally removed the last of his clothing, and he eagerly spread his legs as far as the fabric of his leggings, now pushed down around his ankles, would allow him to.

One of the raven-haired elf's hands slid around to wrap around the blonde elf's proud erection and stroking him hard and deliberately while his tongue slipped down even lower to run teasingly along the crease of his lover's buttocks. Teasing around his lover's opening with his tongue. Darting inside coaxing him to relax and open. Preparing him. Knowing how much the elder elf enjoyed the teasing even if he complained now. Just as Glorfindel loved making him lose his temper, so did Erestor love making the always calm and composed elf loose his control.

The elder elf leaned heavily on his palms on the desk in front of him as another fiery wave of passion washed through his body when he felt his lover's tongue begin to trace its way down, and he bent over anxiously to increase the other's access to his most intimate entrance, shuddering in almost overwhelming pleasure as he felt the strong moist tip of Erestor's tongue pushing in to prepare him for the invasion of a bigger and stronger muscle. The feel of the strong fingers wrapped around his shaft milking him rhythmically was almost more than he could bare. But as wonderful as it was it did nothing to ease the growing feel of emptiness in his bowels, the aching need to be filled and completed.

"Saes, Erestor, saes. anton lle *sii*," Glorfindel begged his raven-haired lover desperately.

"You may wish to move those maps lover, or you will surely have some explaining to do to Lord Elrond when you return them," the raven haired elf whispered huskily. Though he did not tease his lover for long knowing he was fast losing control himself now.

Glorfindel practically whimpered in impatience, the small sound which escaped his lips a shameless wordless plea. But even through the haze of passion some part of him realized that Erestor had a point, and he managed to sweep the maps aside with a brush of his hand, knocking a few on the floor in the process.

Rising up quickly and unfastening his leggings, Erestor allowed his aching arousal to finally spring free, not bothering to try and remove them completely as he slicked his heated flesh with the essence he had milked from his lover's straining need. Then he grasped the older elf's hip with one hand, positioning himself with the other and pushed inside Glorfindel's body in one smooth motion. His hands trembling slightly as he held his lover's hips, tightly burying himself deep in the other's body with loud moan of pleasure.

The elder elf might have been about to issue another complaint at the delay, but the words turned into a low moan of pleasure and anticipation as he felt Erestor's hand steadying him and then the tip of his lover's hardness pressing at his entrance a moment later.

Glorfindel pushed his hips back eagerly as he felt his lover's hard shaft finally breach the tight muscular ring, felt Erestor sheathing himself in his body, filling that nameless emptiness he had felt inside, and Glorfindel could not help but gasp out a low cry as he felt himself finally completed. His hand came up to cover Erestor's where it held his hip, grasping it tightly and twinging their fingers together as though he could somehow pull the other elf even closer to him by doing so, trying to wait patiently for the other to begin moving within him.

Erestor once again pressed himself fully against his lover's back, the entire length of their bodies touching though his own was still mostly clothed. Something strangely erotic about the sensation even though he did miss the feeling of Glorfindel's skin gainst his own. Only able to feel him completely with his hands, lips, and where their bodies were joined together most intimately.

He would just have to use those to make up for the lack of touch elsewhere.

The dark haired elf leaned forward to press a soft kiss against the back of Glorfindel's sweaty neck. His fingers tightening a little on his lover's hip and the fingers twined with his own. Drawing back slowly till only the head of his shaft remained within the other's body and sheathing himself once more quickly.

Moaning softly feeling his lover's beautiful body rock underneathhim, his tight inner muscles clenching around his shaft as he continued to thrust justlike that. The strange mixture of slow and fast strokes aimed at prolonging the pleasure for as long as possible.

"Oh yes...oh gods...Elbereth you feel so good," Erestor whispered breathlessly. Trailing soft kisses and licks all along his lover's neck andshoulders. His one hand still holding the older elf steady as he thrust into his body, their fingers still laced together there, his other touching stroking every bit of flesh he could reach.

Stroking the golden-haired elf's glistening hip as he moved inside him. Almost as if he were trying to sooth an excited stallion. Up and down the long well muscled back, tracing the contours with his fingertips, feeling them shift and clench beneath the skin as they moved together.

His hand sliding around his lover's chest to play with the neglected nipples, pinching and rolling first one and then the other between his fingers. Perhaps a little harder than he needed to but not enough to cause any real pain as his lips once more found the already darkening passion mark on the other elf's neck. Sucking and lapping at the darkening bruise making it even more prominent, nipping at the sensitive flesh much more gently than he had before.

All the while still moving at that same maddening pace. Filling his lover over and over. Feeling a sense of completeness wash over him that he never really felt any other time unless they were joined like this.

Always mindful of the noise they made, Glorfindel bit back his pleasured cries as Erestor's long deliberate strokes rubbed over and over against that almost magical spot inside him. But the golden-haired elf could not restrain the sharp little gasps that escaped like desperate prisoners from his lips when the other elf's thrusts hit home, and he arched back into his lover's body, grinding his hips back against the other's cock, seeking deeper and deeper contact.

It was the way their bodies fit together, so perfectly matched that they were nearly two halves of a whole, which never failed to bring Glorfindel pleasure more intense than he'd ever known with any other.

The blond moaned softly as he felt the younger elf's still-clothed body pressing against his bare flesh, he too finding a strange eroticism in the feel of the fabric against his skin, not exactly rough, but certainly nowhere near as soft as Erestor's naked flesh would feel. And the thought of his lover claiming him like this, still completely clothed, heightened the excitement of their joining even further; as though his body's sole purpose was to be at his lover's disposal, accessible and ready for him to claim.

Glorfindel threw his head back at the dual sensation of Erestor's fingers closing on his nipples and his lips descending on the already-tender spot on his neck, and he craned his head to claim a kiss from his lover's sweet mouth when the other finally raised his head once more. "Non anlle, Erestor. Nin rhaw, nat'ilya, na-yes an al-pen nan lle. An-I Valar lle u-um enni!" the elder elf whispered breathlessly against his lover's lips tasting the other almost desperately between the words.

His cock bobbed up and down with the motion of their joined bodies and the force with which the dark-haired elf rode him, each deep thrust making him throb inside and out, his sex now dripping with the beads of clear nectar that preceded his release, but the blond did not touch his own near-aching hardness, and not only because he needed to brace his free hand on the desk in order to remain standing. He knew how quickly he would find release once he felt a hand close around him, and he too wanted to prolong this ecstasy for as long as possible. He knew his lover would grant him his completion, and Glorfindel was more than willing to give Erestor complete command over that moment.

For Erestor, the combination of Glorfindel's words and the feel of the body beneath him were driving him nearly mindless with lust. He could almost feel the very last threads of his control snapping and he could not have held back now even if he wanted to.

His tongue dove demandingly between the other's lips, tasting and claiming every inch of him deeply. His hands once more gripping his lover's hips hard as he drove into his lover's body with even more force. The heavy table they were using for support rocking a little with the force of their movements. His teeth nipping at Glorfindel's already kiss swollen lips almost hard enough to draw blood and his fingers tight enough to bruise the fair skin of his lover but he did not care.

It wasn't enough. More. He wanted more, needed....

Suddenly, though it was near torture, he drew out of the golden-haired elf's body and before his lover could offer any form of protest or even wonder what he was doing, he spun the other elf around and shoved him back hard onto the desk. Sending even more of its contents spilling over the floor but he hardly cared at the moment. Lifting his lover's legs up over his shoulders so that the older elf was nearly bent in half before plunging back inside that tight velvet heat with an unrestrained groan of pleasue.

Glorfindel cried out in protest when his lover's lips withdrew and Erestor's sex left him, feeling all the more empty for their half-completed union. He wanted to taste more of those forceful bruising kisses, that tongue plundering his mouth, and the blond actually whimpered softly, a wordless expression of his body's displeasure.

But the sound changed abruptly, cut short by the sudden motion of his own body as Erestor spun him around roughly and all but threw him onto his back atop the desk. The look in his lover's passion-dilated brown eyes gave Glorfindel all the explanation that he needed. He knew this mood well and he approved of it wholeheartedly; this wildness, so intense it bordered on the near-crazed.

When Erestor was like this, almost mad and savage with lust, there was nothing the blond could do but give himself to him. Glorfindel adored it, and not just because he loved the force with which he knew Erestor would fuck him now. It was the fact that he had had such a dramatic effect on his lover that made the ancient elf nearly boneless with desire. He put up absolutely no resistance when his raven-haired lover lifted his legs nearly straight into the air, hooked his ankles over his shoulders, and thrust into him.

Glorfindel's fingers gripped the edge of the desk underneath him as his lover's hard cock breached his entrance again, this time nearly slamming into his body with sudden untempered force that made the elder elf cry out in pain-edged pleasure, the sound escaping his lips loudly for a moment before he managed to bite it back to a low groan, his teeth pressing hard into his lower lip to silence himself as his lover braced himself with his palms flat on the desk beside his head as he plunged deeper, harder, and faster in and out of the blond's body. The desk rocking even harder beneath them, making a good deal of noise, any more and they would surely call attention to themselves. But at that moment Erestor simply did not care. Nothing mattered but the pleasure they gave and received from each other. Nothing.

Glorfindel wrapped his legs more fully around his lover's back maneuvering well despite being still trapped by the fabric of his leggings bunched around his ankles, but he used the constraining fabric as a sling to hold his lover's body tight against his as he bent his knees up and pushed his hips and his willing backside forward to meet the onslaught of Erestor's member where it breached him.

His hands reached up to grasp the straining muscles of his lover's arms, his fingers pressing into the well-defined biceps strongly enough to leave little bruises on the skin there and then balling in the fabric of his shirt sleeves, pulling his lover's strong body closer to him and managing to raise his head up off the desk to grab Erestor's lower lip between his teeth, tugging and sucking at it a little roughly, running his tongue over the petal-soft skin.

Dark raven-black hair clung to the younger elf's sweat slicked face and neck, sharp moans punctuated by panting breaths for air. His clothes clinging to his sweat drenched body. The slender muscles hidden beneath beginning to burn a little with exertion, but he did not alter or slow his pace in the slightest.

Finally letting one hand leave the desk he was using for support to wrap around his lover's hard weeping cock, stroking the hot aching flesh hard and fast in time with his thrusts. At the same time leaning down to kiss his lover almost brutally to swallow their joined cries of completion so they would not bring half of Rivendell running to investigate the commotion.

When the raven-haired elf's hand finally closed around his straining hardness, Glorfindel knew he would not last for long, and he could feel his lover nearing his climax as well.

It only took a few strokes for Erestor to bring him over the edge, so long had his lover's thrusts been holding him on that precipice already and the intensity of his orgasm was almost agonizing, sweeping over him and making his body go rigid with release. He felt his muscles reflexively milking his lover's shaft deep inside of him and felt the heat of Erestor's release fill him, that one momentary sensation he craved over all others. His own sex throbbed deeply, spilling his essence in hot milky bursts, his seed bathing his lover's hand as well as his own taut stomach as his cried in wordless ecstasy into Erestor's mouth, muffling his voice with his lover's lips and tongue.

Erestor's vision went white, and for a few moments he might have even blacked out from the sensory overload. Intense pleasure that was beyond description ripping through his body in waves. He could not see, move, or even breathe as he was taken higher and higher into ecstasy, until he felt he could no longer bear it...and then came back down. Hard.

The younger elf's arms gave out beneath him and he collapsed heavily atop Glorfindel's body. The position more than a little awkward but he could not move. His muscles were like liquid, no longer obeying his minds commands as they trembled with exhaustion and the lingering aftershocks of his powerful orgasm.

His breath hot against Glorfindel's neck where his head rested against the older elf's shoulder. Quick gasping breaths. Seemingly unable to draw enough air that his body craved.

Gods he never felt this exhausted even after hour long sparring matches with the elder elf, but one round of sex left him practically boneless and sweating as if he had run hard for miles non stop. It felt wonderful, yet it also left him feeling strangely vulnerable. Not something he really enjoyed.

It took a surprisingly long time for him to finally regain control over his breathing and to finally force his body to move. Though it was only to lift his head so he could look down at his lover, lifting his hand to brush a few of the silky golden strands off the sweat slicked forehead.

"Are you all right? I'm sorry..." He whispered softly, leaning down to brush a much more gentle kiss against his lover's slightly bruised lips. Erestor knew he did not have to apologize. He knew Glorfindel had enjoyed it, the older elf would not have let him continue if he had not, but it always unnerved the normally very composed counselor whenever he lost control like that. Even though he knew the golden haired elf did not mind when he did one bit. But despite all their arguing and bickering he knew he would never forgive himself if he ever truly hurt the older elf.

Glorfindel's hands slowly released the fabric of Erestor's sleeves to wend their way up over the younger elf's shoulders, holding him with almost numb fingers that only gradually regained enough nerves to stroke the strong back through the soft cloth covering it. His hands, as he found mastery over his muscles once more, then came up further to caress the silky raven tresses with surprising tenderness as he nuzzled his lips against his panting lover's finely shaped ear. The elder elf eased his legs down slowly, his lover's softening shaft still sheathed inside him.

The blond smiled up at his lover when Erestor finally lifted his head to look at him, and he accepted the offered lips eagerly, tasting the much more gentle kiss, so different and yet no less welcome than those that had come before it.

"Yes, Aiwëvorn-nin, I am well," he answered, giving a coy smile at his own understatement, and drawing his lover down for another kiss. He said nothing in answer to Erestor's apology though. They both understood that a response was as unnecessary as the apology itself and that Erestor had spoken the words to and for himself just as much as he had for Glorfindel.

Despite the awkwardness of their current position, Glorfindel would have been content to lay there with Erestor in his arms for hours. They did not ever really hold each other at other times, at least not like this, quiet and relaxed, simply laying together, trusting. It was as though, despite all their intimacy, they still needed to collapse, spent, into each other's arms before that final wall could be breached between them, as though they both still needed the excuse of exhaustion to justify these displays of tenderness.

Neither would *request* such an embrace, though Glorfindel knew Erestor enjoyed these moments as much as he did. If anything, the ephemeral quality made them more special and more treasured for them both. They were fleeting besides, the times when they allowed themselves to simply lay holding each other, minutes that occupied a small window between the catharsis of release and the return of the real world. If they tried to dwell here too long the moment inevitably became awkward, taking on implications that neither of them wished for.

And so, before they had tarried there in that comforting embrace for too long, Glorfindel resumed his customary playful teasing. "If anything, lover, I think you should apologize to the furniture. You certainly have abused it soundly enough."

Erestor returned his lover's almost coy smile with a surprisingly tender one of his own. Leaning down at the other elf's urgings to claim the soft inviting lips in another gentle and lingering kiss. Murmuring softly in approval at the feeling of those strong hands traveling over his back, lightly massaging his exhausted muscles, and through his hair.

He too could have lingered here in this moment for a long time if he allowed himself. Which he knew he could not. No matter how good it felt at that moment being held in the other elf's arms. But he knew all too soon, no matter how much he enjoyed it now, if they remained like this for too long it would only become awkward for them both later. It had happened before, and it was not something he was looking forward to repeating any time soon.

So when the older elf finally spoke, in that teasing tone he knew too well breaking the somber mood, he was grateful for it. Erestor chuckled softly. Still smiling, though he painted on an expression of mock annoyance as he pulled back a little more to look at Glorfindel once again.

"If you have complaints, perhaps next time you can choose surface more to your liking, lover." Erestor teased right back, however he was feeling far too relaxed and spent at the moment still to add any real bite to the words. Brushing his lips against his blonde haired lover's one last time before they began the task of untangling themselves. Not exactly an easy task as Glorfindel's legs were still wound behind his back, held there by the confines of his leggings still wrapped around his ankles. Erestor sighed softly in mock exasperation as he began to help work the other elf's legs free.

"Will you at least help untangle yourself from me? I would like to get cleaned up before anyone decides to come see what all the noise we made was about. I am sure I must look more dreadful than you at the moment, and this is not really a position I wish to be caught in with you. You did remember to lock the door, did you not?"

Glorfindel murmured wordlessly as his lover's flesh finally slid from him fully when Erestor straightened a little, unable to keep himself from smirking at the other's mock irritation with being temporarily trapped by his legs, something about the whole scene striking him as enormously funny.

"No, I left the door wide open and sent out invitations to every member of the household to come and watch us," he answered the other's inquiry sarcastically, still laying completely still on the desk for a moment, entertained by watching Erestor struggle with their current position.

"Sarcasm does not become you," Erestor muttered softly under his breath. Swatting his lover sharply on the backside with his palm, though he was still smiling faintly even though his eyes were serious once more.

Finally, before Erestor could become too flustered, the golden-haired elf pushed himself up to sit at the edge of the desk, letting his legs dangle down off the side so that Erestor could simply step out of the entrapping loop of legs and leggings, but not before Glorfindel drew him in for one last kiss, tasting his lips deeply for a moment and then running his fingers through the fine raven hair, smoothing the strands back in order.

The elder elf then sat there, hands resting on the table top by his sides as he watched his lover casually, not rushing to dress himself again, apparently completely at ease sitting naked on the edge of a desk. From his vantage point he surveyed the mess they had made--papers scattered everywhere, but luckily no ink spilled--and looked around for some suitable cloth with which he could wipe himself off; the evidence of their lovemaking now running down the skin of his stomach in little rivulets. Glorfindel quirked his lips a little not seeing anything suitable and gave a little sigh. It certainly would not be the first time that he'd spent half the day sticky after one of their encounters.

The smile on Erestor's lips changed slightly from amusement to approval as he was finally allowed to step back as the golden haired elf sat up. His dark eyes drinking in the sight of his lover sitting completely nude on the edge of the desk, looking quite comfortable and strangely dignified being there. Despite the fact that he had just been thoroughly fucked, bent over the desk he was now sitting so proudly on, his own come bathing his stomach in still-warm rivulets.

Erestor couldn't help but chuckle softly and shake his head as he quickly did up the laces of his own leggings and tried to straighten out his clothing a little with little success. Looking far worse for wear than Glorfindel did at the moment. He didn't know how the older elf did it.

"Do you require some assistance, Lord Glorfindel?" The dark haired elf finally asked softly. His tone slightly mischievous but unmistakably seductive as well as he stepped back over to the desk and then slowly went down on his knees before the blonde haired elf. Looking up at his beautiful lover through hooded dark lashes as he settled between his legs, gently caressing the elder elf's inner thighs with soft fingers as he leaned forward to place a soft kiss on Glorfindel's slick stomach. His tongue darting out to lap gently at the sticky milky trail. Closing his eyes and licking his lips as if he were savoring the most delicious treat, moaning softly in the back of his throat as he slowly cleaned his lover thoroughly with his tongue.

Glorfindel breathed a soft murmur of approval as he watched Erestor kneel in front of him and gazed down into those perfect brown eyes, the thick lashes that framed them making them only more seductive. The murmur deepened to a near-purr when he felt his lover's tongue trace over the cooling trails of seed on his abdomen, his hands coming softly to thread through the younger elf's hair, twining a lock gently around his fingers as his hands moved in the gentlest of caresses, once again touching him with almost surprising tenderness.

The delicate path of Erestor's lips and tongue on the sensitive skin of his stomach was almost tickling it was so gentle, and the blond closed his eyes to savor the sweet sensation, until finally the other elf had completed the task of licking him clean.

Then Glorfindel slipped a hand gently under Erestor's chin, tilting his head and drawing him up a little to claim a kiss from his sweet lips. His tongue delved deeply into the other's mouth, savoring the taste of his own seed mingled with his lover's unique flavor, and his arms wrapped more fully around the other for a moment, gathering him into a fuller closer embrace.

"Now there is nothing at all that I require," he said softly by way of thanks when their lips parted. "Though you, I fear, could still use some straightening," he teased once more as he eyed the other's still-mussed black hair, his hands trying more earnestly to smooth it back into order until it met with his satisfaction, then actually almost giggling a little as he tried to smooth the fabric of Erestor's sleeves where his hands had bunched and wrinkled the material.

Erestor purred softly feeling his lover's fingers running through his hair with a tenderness he knew few would expect from the fierce elven warrior. Allowing the older elf to tilt his head up and parting his lips eagerly for the warm moist tongue that explored him so deeply. Twining his own with his lover's and sharing the sweet essence he had lapped up like a greedy cat tasting cream.

Feeling quite relaxed and content though no one else would have known it had they looked at him at the moment. The cool mask of indifference he usually wore now firmly back in place, except for the small barely perceivable smile that curved his lips and would likely do so for some hours at least. As it always did after one of their...encounters.

"You are quite welcome, Lord Glorfindel." Erestor teased a little sarcastically, brushing one last kiss against his lover's soft lips before standing once more to finish straightening out his clothing as the blonde elf had suggested. "You will let me know if I can be of any more service to you."

After making himself a little more presentable he went about the task of cleaning up the mess they had made in the study. Carefully gathering up the old parchments that had been knocked to the floor, some centuries old that had not yet been transcribed and preserved, that he had been working on in fact. He couldn't help breathing a small sigh of relief that none of them had been damaged during their activities.

Elrond would not easily forgive him if it were otherwise. He would not even know how to begin explaining how they had become damaged in the first place.

Erestor brought a few of the papers back over the desk to begin sorting through them, giving Glorfindel a little shove indicating that he should get off the desk now.

"As nice as it is, might you remove your ass from the desk now? I will clean up while you dress yourself. Afterwards I should probably make sure that our new guests are getting all that they require and see that dinner is prepared. Not to mention I must finish transcribing these papers tonight. Lord Elrond wished to have them by tomorrow I believe." The dark haired elf said softly, almost absently, not once looking up from the papers he was reading over as he spoke. His voice once more completely business-like, seemingly only concentrating on his duties at hand. Duties which would no doubt become even more now that he had to worry over the many refugees now within the walls of Imladris.

The elder elf watched casually for a few long moments as his lover busied himself with straightening up the pages scattered off the desk and putting them back in order. He allowed himself to be shoved gently with no protest, finally sliding languidly off the desk as though he were in no rush whatsoever to get on with the duties of the evening.

In fact, the slowness of his movements had more to do with the fact that he was so sore from their encounter he barely knew how he would manage to walk. Not that he was about to complain about it, and over the years he had grown surprisingly good at hiding such...difficulties. Erestor might notice, but none other would, and often he even managed to hide it from his lover. He preferred it when he could; if the younger elf knew...he might just stop using such force with him, and that was a scenario Glorfindel by all means wanted to avoid.

Allowing Erestor one last look at his posterior (not that the other elf acted as though he was paying the least bit of attention) as he pulled up his leggings once more, Glorfindel went about the task of collecting his garments from the floor, pulling on his shirt and smoothing the the material neatly, then arranging his own hair back into place and finally donning his robes of state. By the time he was done, one would never know that he had just been thrown over a desk and ravished fully.

He was not at all upset or surprised by his lover's now-businesslike manner. Such abrupt shifts in attitude were commonplace between them, and indeed it pleased him to see that he had been so effective in drawing the other out of his earlier brooding.

Glorfindel watched for a moment longer as Erestor fussed with the papers before turning to him again. Even performing such mundane tasks, it always pleased the blond to watch his lover, for though he never exactly said so, he privately considered the raven-haired beauty to be the most exquisite and graceful creature he had ever laid eyes on.

Erestor sighed and set the papers down on the desk, finally looking up at his lover showing he had not *completely* forgotten about the older elf. "Perhaps I will see you later tonight?" He finally asked softly, his tone surprisingly almost shy as he voiced the request.

Glorfindel stepped in close to his lover once more and brushed his thumb along the contours of the soft pink lips before leaning in to taste them in a long light kiss. "Yes," he answered softly, "We can find each other in the Hall of Fire at this evening's gathering; I'm sure no one shall miss us if we slip away." Another kiss punctuated the words before the blond slipped away, turning to the door.

"I have no doubt you will need some relaxing after your evening of hard work," he added coyly without turning back as he left.

Dark eyes watched him go with amusement dancing within their depths. A soft chuckle escaping Erestor's lips along with a strangely contented sigh as he turned back to the stack of papers in his hand. Setting them out neatly on the large desk once more and then turning to gather the rest off of the floor. That same small pleased smile curving his lips the only indication of exactly how much Erestor's mood had been lightened by the other elf.

Glorfindel indeed knew him better than he knew himself. He always had it seemed. Always knowing exactly what he needed, whether it was a good argument or a good fuck (sometimes both), to draw him out of the silent brooding he seemed to be falling into more and more recently.

Erestor sighed again, a little more somberly, as he finished gathering the last of the papers off the floor and laid them out on the desk so he could work on them later. Carefully rolling up the large parchments and old maps Glorfindel had been working on as well and laying them aside carefully.

He would have to think of a way to thank the older elf. His friend had certainly put up with a lot from him during the last few weeks. Though one could never accuse him of ever being in a 'cheerful' mood, even on his best days, his mood had grown increasingly darker as the days passed. Very reminiscent of when he and Glorfindel had first met before the days of the Last Alliance.

He had been so ever since the hobbits had first come into Imladris led by Elrond's adopted son, Estel. As he had arranged for more and more of their people to make the long journey to the Grey Havens. Reports continued to file in of Orc attacks that became increasingly more frequent. The threat of war growing ever more imminent?

It had taken a long time back then for Glorfindel to draw him out of his shell, once they had finally become friends more out of circumstance than any real desire to befriend each other, that is. Back when he had been even more reserved and cautious. Barely more than a living statue, showing his feelings to no one. Colder than the ice caps of Cahadras to everyone around him.

It was no wonder his friend was worried about him now, though he did not actually come out and say it outwardly.

Yes, he would definitely have to think of a way to make it up to Glorfindel after they met up at the Hall of Fire later this evening. Especially since he had not missed the slightly gingerly way his lover moved, though he knew the elder was trying to hide it from him. He had not said anything however, because he knew Glorfindel would not have wanted him to. Still it made him feel a little guilty knowing he had caused that pain.

The younger elf shook his head slightly trying to banish his dark thoughts, not quite willing for all of his lover's efforts to have been completely in vain. Besides, he had much to see to tonight, and not a lot of time to do so if he wanted to meet his lover later in the Hall of Fire.

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Translations (at least this is what I *hope* they mean):

"Aiwëvorn-nin" -- my blackbird.

"Lotë-nin" -- my blossom

"Saes, Erestor, saes. anton lle *sii*" -- Please, Erestor, please. I need you *now*.

"Non anlle, Erestor. Nin rhaw, nat'ilya, na-yes an al-pen nan lle. An-I Valar lle u-um enni!" -- I am yours Erestor. My body, everything, it is for no other but you. By the Valar, how you undo me!

More notes: This fic is a transcript of a role play between the two authors. More of the story (much more) can be found at the Lords of the Slashed message board in the Rivendell section under 'The Third Age'.