Glorfindel sighed once again, garnering a look from his lord. It was Midsummer Night's Eve and he was anxious to be gone. To join his lover in celebration. The revelries at the Last Homely House after the feast had been moved outside and were in full swing. The acrid smoke from the bonfires filled his nostrils, mingling with the scents of summer.

The Balrog Slayer watched as those around him danced, laughed and sang. Yet his mind was ever with his lover who was not in attendance. This was a special night for his lover and he celebrated in his own way.

"Glorfindel, go." Glorfindel looked at his lord. Elrond nodded to him and Glorfindel made his leave. With a formal bow of hand over heart, he walked to the edge of the woods. There he removed his formal robes and then tunic, shirt and boots and slipped nude and unseen into the trees. He broke into a run.

He came to the edge of the glade and stopped. No matter how many times he witnessed this scene, it never failed leave him in awe. Feeling blessed to be allowed witness to this. He stayed semi hidden behind a tree and drank in the sight before him.

They danced in a circle, around a fire of their own, under Ithil's fullness. Elbereth lent the light of her stars to the dancers. The trunks of the trees circling the glade had been wound with vines of ivy. Roses and lilies, daffodils and daisies had been twined within the greenery. The air was heavy with their perfume, intermingled with that of the fire and of the earth itself.

All the dancers were clad the same. Both male and female wore only simple loincloths made of oak leaves. All remained bare chested. Their hair was crowned with flowers, some braided in, and some made into circlets and worn upon the brow. Smiles were upon their faces as all danced in celebration of the night. Weaving and twirling they danced clockwise around the fire, their eyes shining in ecstasy.

Their hair flowed about them as if dancing a dance all it's own. Blonde's, browns, chestnuts, silvers and blacks. Shining with a golden fiery sheen from the flames of the blazing fire within the middle of them all. Then their voices rose in song.

Glorfindel's eyes filled with tears as it always did upon hearing their voices. Another voice from within the trees rose to meet theirs, intertwining with the melody. Glorfindel's breath caught. He watched his lover, their king, enter into the glade. Around his hips a loincloth made of silver maple leaves. Upon his brow a matching circlet, his right ankle entwined with the same. A serene smile was upon his lips as he wove his voice with those of his subjects.

This was the moment that Glorfindel was afraid he would have missed. The single moment that he saw his lover in all his beauty. He continued watching and felt his heart skip a beat as slowly, shimmering gossamer wings started to unfold. Silver was their color, interlaced with the colors of the rainbow. They finished unfurling and then started to gently beat the air as his lover continued to sing.

The dancers stopped dancing, but their voices continued to be raised in song. A song of celebration for their night. Their eyes and faces smiled as their king passed by them, bestowing the blessings of a kiss upon all their brows. They all slowly backed away, forming a large circle around the fire, leaving space for their king. All watched as he started a solitary dance around the ring, his voice now raised in a solo song. Celebrating the night of Midsummer's Eve.

Glorfindel watched his lover in awe as he continued to dance, listened with rapture to the golden voice that was more beautiful than anything he had ever heard. That voice was laced with the sounds of tinkling brooks, raging rivers, roaring waterfalls and the pounding surf of the sea. That voice that carried the songs of the animals living wild in the woods, the voice of the birds, and the whisper of gentle breezes through the tallest of trees.

As the fairie king's voice slowly faded away, so too did his subjects. They faded slowly into the trees, their tinkling laughter, like bells, left behind. His lover now turned eyes, eyes that could change color at his whim, to him and an arm was raised. Glorfindel stepped slowly into the glade and towards his lover. As he stepped ever nearer, he watched as his lover raised hands to his own hips and watched as the loincloth dropped to the ground.

He pulled his lover into his arms and brought his lips down, tasting the tastes of all that the wood had to offer upon his lips. He felt as those silver gossamer wings wrapped around to enfold them both within their embrace. Arms around his neck, his around his lover's waist. His lover slowly bore him to the ground and he found himself lying upon his back, his lover above him. Forest green eyes look down at him and he watched his lovers face come down for another kiss.

Glorfindel's hands came up to cup his lovers face and slowly his fingers brushed pointed ears, sending a shiver through his lover. His lover slowly pulled away from the kiss and he was looking up into cerulean blue. He ran his hands slowly down a delicate neck and slowly across pale shoulders. His lover slowly blinked and he was looking into depthless black eyes. As two arousals were pressed together, he lightly traced a path with his fingers to his lovers back, to softly brush against those gossamer wings and watched as eyes turned silver. A hard tremor wracked the body of his lover as he continued brushing the wings lightly, and then down his lovers sides to the globes seated in his lap.

He smiled up at his lover, when his lover sat up and opened up his right hand. Sitting within it was a small crystal phial full of a glowing liquid. He took the phial from his lovers hands and opened it. He poured a small amount onto his fingers and watched as his lover came down for another kiss, eye glowing amber. His oiled fingers slowly made their way to his lovers opening. He slowly teased it as they kissed and dipped a finger inside.

His lover pulled away slightly with a gasp and he watched as silvery wings fluttered gently with excitement. He slowly added a second finger and watched his lovers eyes turn violet. A third finger was gently added and he slowly brushed against that spot deep within him. His lover arched his back above him and pushed down on his fingers. A soft silvery cry rent the air. When his lover next looked down at him his eyes were black once more.

His lover shifted and Glorfindel groaned as he felt himself slowly sheathed into his lover's body. His hands came up and gently stroked gossamer wings once more causing a whimper to be emitted from his lovers red lips. He cried out as his lover slowly lifted himself and impaled himself once more. Slow was the pace that his lover set, hips undulating as he continuously raised himself up and then seated himself back down.

And then came his lovers song.

As he continued to stroke silver wings, and as his lover continued to ride him slowly, his lover started a silvery song. The song washed over him and through his soul. Calling forth his own. The pace in which his lover set, sped up as they both came closer to that which they most desired.

As the song ended, his lover arched once again, his golden voice calling out to all things wild in celebration of the night. He felt as warm silvery seed spilled onto his stomach and felt as warm velvet heat clenched around him. Hands went to his lover's hips as he pushed deeply into his lover and spilled himself within. He cried out his lovers name as he lost himself.

"ERESTOR!"

The End