Title: Beltaine
Author: Vesta
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Website: www.hithanaur.net/vesta/
Fic Livejournal: VestasInferno
Disclaimer: None of the Elves are mine. *sighs*
Summary: The Elves celebrate Beltaine
Warnings: AU, rimming
A/N: This is in Celebration of Beltaine coming up this weekend. I
wish to dedicate this to everyone of you. May the blessings of the
Lady and her Consort be always with you.


When in the springtime of the year
when the trees are crowned with leaves.
When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
are dressed in ribbons fair.
When owls call the breathless moon,
in the blue veil of the night.
The shadows of the trees appear
amidst the latern light.
~the mummers dance by loreena mckennet~



The trees within the outer gardens were gaily decorated with
streamers of ribbon that was blowing gently within the breeze.
Strings of lanterns were strung from tree to tree, so that the whole
of the festival area was surrounded in the soft light of fairie
fire.

Within the middle of the glade, Elves dressed wildly and in
seemingly very little, leapt and danced around the bonfire. Drums
were played with a pulsing beat, laughter filled the air.

One lone Elf sat on the side lines, dressed in somber black robes
and sipping his goblet of mead. He was watching the whole thing with
disinterested amusement. His thoughts were on the missives that had
to be sent to Thranduil first thing in the morning.

Erestor was wishing he was not required to attend, but they had some
visiting dignitaries and it was his duty to do so. Sighing he
pushed his thoughts away and tried to focus on the spectacle before
him.

The celebrating stopped momentarily as Elrond arrived, dressed in
only leggings, tunic and boots, a crown of flowers weaved into his
hair. He raised his arms and spoke to all assembled.

"Tonight is the great night of Beltaine, we celebrate the return of
the Lord of the Sun. Eat, drink, dance and be merry. And may the
blessings of the Valar be upon you all."

A great cheer went up and once again, the drummers started to pound
out an ancient beat. Erestor watched in amusement as Elrond joined
the dancing Elves. He sighed and settled himself down for a long
night.

At midnight a hush fell over the crowd. Erestor watched with bored
interest as the one blessed to play the Lord of the Sun slowly
stepped forward. So that is where Glorfindel had been! He rolled
his eyes as the former Lord of the House of the Golden Flower
entered the glade, and the ellyth and ellon present sighed, faces
alight in eager anticipation.

It was tradition for one of the ellon of Imladris to be crowned as
the Lord of the Sun, an honor bestowed upon him by Lord Elrond
himself.

Erestor watched as Glorfindel walked into the middle of the glade
and the crowd hushed.

"Tonight is the night of Beltaine. I am the Lord of the Sun and am
here to bring blessings to the crops, that they may grow tall and
fruitful. I claim a mate for tonight, to aid me in this. Who will
I choose?"

Erestor sighed. He watched as the Golden Lord studied each face
individually, faces that turned up to his eagerly. Erestor had to
admit, Glorfindel did look good in all his glory. He strode with
pride dressed only in a crown of flowers, the golden celandine, in
his hair. In his hand, he carried a matching crown for the one he
would choose as mate.

Glorfindel flirted endlessly with those around him, his eyes ever
searching. Erestor hated himself for what he was feeling. Suddenly
he felt a surge of jealousy at the one who would be picked this
night. For the one who would not dare say no and risk the ire of
the whole valley, for it was a blessing to be chosen and concidered
ill-luck for the crops and a grave insult to Lord Elrond himself.

Suddenly his eyes grew wide and his face pale. Blue eyes had caught
his and held him mesmerized as the nude warrior started to walk to
him. He looked up the long toned body, as Glorfindel stopped before
him, fingering the circlet.

"Why?" He whispered.

Glorfindel asked him with a serious expression, "Why not?"

"Why me?" Asked the confused Councilor, his cool facade breaking
knowing there were many faces turned watching them with amused
curiousity.

Again he was asked, "Why not?"

Glorfindel held out a hand to him, and Erestor stared at it as if it
were a snake. He looked once more up into soft blue eyes and taking
a deep breath, placed his hand in the hand proffered to him.
Glorfindel lifted him to a standing position with ease.

Wide black eyes stared up into the cerulean of the warrior's, as his
robes were slowly undone and removed. Next came his undershirt,
boots and leggings, leaving him bare and flushed in front of all of
Imladris. He lowered his eyes, feeling embarassed, lifting them
only when he felt a hand cup his face and lift his chin.

"No fears Erestor."

He lifted his chin defiantly. "I do not fear." His black eyes
flashed.

Glorfindel smiled softly. "No shame."

Erestor flushed and lowered his eyes again, then his chin lifted
once more.

He simply nodded.

His stomach twisted in knots as Glorfindel undid his braids of
office and then lifted the matching crown of celendine to his head.
Glorfindel stepped to his side and took his hand, squeezing it in
reassurance as his voice lifted through the glade.

"May you all know be blessings of fruitfulness, may the lands know
my touch, and may you be safe and prosperous in the coming year. I
take tonight as my mate, Erestor."

A great cheer arose, and blushing, Erestor was led through the
crowd. Necklaces of flowers were placed around he and Glorfindel's
necks, blessings of the gathered Elves being given in return.

Erestor trembled as he was led upon a wooded path, knowing what was
going to happen and yet not knowing what to expect.

They came upon another clearing where a bower awaited. It was
draped with pure white cloth that was sheer, and trimmed in vines
and bright colored flowers. The bed within was covered in white
satin and trimmed in gold. Erestor stopped and stared, his
trembling becoming more pronounced.

Glorfindel tilted his head as he stared down at him, his hand coming
up to gently stroke his face. "What is it Erestor?"

"I just wish to know, why me? Out of all that were hoping to be
picked, why me?" He asked softly.

The warrior smiled softly at him as he continued stroking Erestor's
face, "Let me show you why Erestor." Slowly he pulled the hesitant
Elf into his arms.

Erestor's black eyes widened as he watched Glorfindel's face come
closer. He gasped when a hot tongue slid slowly across his lips,
unintentionally allowing Glorfindel access to the sweet moistness of
his mouth. He quavered under Glorfindel's touch, heat starting to
wash through his body.

His legs started trembling, so his arms came up to hold tight to
Glorfindel, using the solidness of his body as an anchor in the
maelstrom seas of his emotions. When Glorfindel pulled back
slightly from the kiss, he surged forward to gain those luscious
lips back.

Instead his head tilted when Glorfindel moved to just below his ear
and nipped. A moan escaped his lips and his eyes closed in
bliss. "Glorfindel," he softly whispered as his arms moved to
tighten around the warrior's neck.

With a soft murmur against his lips, Glorfindel tightened his hold
on Erestor's waist, drawing him ever closer, their dual arousals
coming into heated contact with each other, causing both Elves to
cry out into one another's mouths.

Erestor yelped when Glorfindel suddenly swept him up into his arms,
carrying him to the satin covered bed and gently lay him upon it.
He lay himself over the smaller Elf's body, his mouth never leaving
the one below him. He moaned when Erestor's legs parted, allowing
him to settle between them.

When they could no longer breathe, Glorfindel broke the kiss with a
gasp and immediately latched onto the side of his neck, biting
gently and suckling. Erestor cried out, his thighs tightening
against Glorfindel's hips as he thrust up, rubbing their erections
together.

Erestor watched Glorfindel's eyes glaze over and darken, watched as
the golden warrior licked his lips before lowering his head to take
Erestor's mouth in a deep and heated kiss once more.

He started licking down Erestor's body, relishing in the fresh
citrus smell of him. Crisp and clean he smelled and tasted, making
Glorfindel hungry for more. Erestor's hands tangled into his hair
as he gently nibbled on a dusky nipple, laving it with attention
until Erestor was crying out in need. Slowly he moved to it's twin,
lavishing the same attention upon it

As he slowly moved down the taught belly of his lover, Erestor
surged up against him, grasping at him. Glorfindel parted his
thighs further, pushing Erestor's knees up to his chest, leaving him
fully exposed to his gaze.

Glorfindel slowly licked up from the inside of his right knee,
laving the inside of his thigh with nips and soothing licks, before
doing the same with the other trembling thigh. Erestor's head was
thrashing back and forth as he slowly came undone.

"Glorfindel, please."

At the whispered plea, Glorfindel dipped his head down and tasted
for the first time the soft muskiness of his new lover. Erestor
screamed and tried to tighten his legs around Glorfindel's golden
head, but the warrior's hands held them open, leaving him exposed
and vulnerable to the cool spring night air.

"Please...I....Glorfindel, I burn...please." He pleaded.

Growling Glorfindel surged up, his hand nearly knocking over the
phial of oil he was reaching for. He quickly uncorked it and poured
some of the oil onto his hand. He quickly slicked himself up,
almost spilling himself at his own touch while watching the
Councilor thrashing and begging beneath him.

He slowly thrust two fingers into the hot tight sheath, groaning as
he felt the velvety softness grip around him eagerly. He mimicked
what he was planning on doing with Erestor in but mere moments.

"Now!" Erestor hissed, his eyes glittering in the moonlight.

Glorfindel positioned himself and looked down into pleading
eyes. "You asked why Erestor."

Erestor nodded impatiently.

"Because I love you." He whispered and then slid himself slowly in.

Erestor's eyes went wide, but then suddenly groaned as Glorfindel
hit the spot deep within. He wrapped his legs around Glorfindel's
hips, thrusting up to meet him as the two blessed the land with
their coming together.


************


The following year, when the one chosen as the Lord of the Sun
walked into the group of celebrating Elves, two were missing. They
were alone within their rooms finally, celebrating alone, the
bonding ceremony that took place just several hours before.

~the end~