Title: Imagining You
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Pairing: Glorfindel/Ecthelion
Rating: R
Beta: Eni
Summary: Glorfindel thinks about his lover.
Notes: For Nellas and inspired by her picture of the same name.
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A year. Not long in the lifetime of an Elf, yet apart from you, it
feels like a thousand. Each day seems to last forever and the nights
are worse. How much longer? How many more days must I wait to see you
again? To hold you, to touch you? To see the look in your eyes that
says 'I am yours'?
Today has been a long day and I could sorely use your comfort.
Training the new recruits is both an honour and a curse. I am glad to
be able to shape the next generation of protectors, but on days like
today it feels like a futile effort, when the simplest of commands
seem impossible for them to obey. Sometimes I think I would do better
training Dwarves.
It is already dark when I return home and the stars are shining
brightly in the clear night sky. I know that if you were here now we
would take a meal and a bottle of wine on to the balcony and spend
the evening out there, watching the city as we sat in a tender
embrace.
As it is, there is only a cold platter waiting for me, left a while
ago by the servants, instead of a full meal. Still, the bread is
fresh and there is wine - it will suffice. Filling my plate I do not
go onto the balcony, but sit on the sofa nearby, staring out at the
sky as I eat.
I forsake my manners, my plate balanced on my knee as I sprawl on the
sofa, the goblet of wine on the floor at my side. There is no one to
be scandalised here and I enjoy the casualness of the setting.
When my belly is full I rise, stacking the plates on the table and
refilling the glass of wine. Tomorrow is a rest day and so I can
afford to indulge a little.
Returning to the sofa, I curl up on it, sipping the wine as I think
of you, how your long hair falls in your face when you lean forward,
how your hands, that wield a sword so firmly, touch my face so
gently. I think of your eyes, which sparkle in the sunlight during
day and go dark with passion at night. I recall your voice, that can
shout a dozen commands to your warriors and yet turn in a moment to a
whisper, speaking words that never fail to enflame my desire. I
remember your body, strong and firm from years of training and
fighting, yet still slender and beautiful.
I moan softly as just the thoughts start to arouse me and my hand
slips between my legs to caress the bulge there instinctively. You do
not have to be here for me to desire you - just the images in my mind
are enough to set my heart racing.
Standing for a moment, I divest myself of my clothing, leaving the
garments lying in an untidy heap on the floor. My body bare, I lie
down fully on the sofa and take myself in hand.
I close my eyes and start to stroke myself as I go deeper into my
fantasy. I let the world slip away as imagination takes over and it
is not my own hand caressing my aching length, but yours.
I arch up, feeling your dark hair tickling my body, my hand, no, your
hand, teasing my nipple. Hands running over my body, touching me and
teasing me all over. So many times have we lain together that the
visions come easily.
A finger brushes over the tip of my arousal and draws from me a
strangled cry of pleasure. The stroking becomes faster, until I am
panting and gasping with pleasure. My nipple is tweaked and I whimper
your name, feeling my climax approaching swiftly, too swiftly. Your
hand on my arousal is firm and sure and you know how to touch me to
please me best. The strokes are so fast now I barely have time to
breathe between them and I know I will not last long.
With one last stroke and one last twist of my nipple, it is
over. "Ecthelion!" Your name is torn form my lips like a battle-cry
as I spill over my hand... your hand.
Smiling, I do not open my eyes, even as my breathing returns to
normal and the image of you begins to fade away. I am not quite ready
to let go of the illusion yet. My hand slips from my spent length and
I lay contentedly on the sofa, sated and sleepy.
In this manner I finally find reverie, too tired to move to the
bedroom and too comfortable to care. I will rest here until the
morning.
"Glorfindel?"
It is to my name that I wake the next day, blinking as the sunlight
streams through the open window. Propping myself up, I look to the
speaker and can hardly believe my eyes. For a moment I think I am
still dreaming, but as I become more awake I realise I am not, that
he is really here. The long year is over - he has come home!
"Ecthelion!" I grin in delight, thrilled to see him again. He looks
weary and needs a bath, but that does not bother me. I will take
great pleasure in pampering him until he has recovered from his long
patrol on Gondolin's borders.
He chuckles and I know I must look a sight - naked, with mussed hair
and still sticky from my passion of the night before.
"Whatever were you doing?" he asks in amusement, looking down at me.
I stretch lazily on the sofa and give him my most charming smile,
along with the only answer that comes to mind.
"Imagining you."
THE END