Darthol i Aur: Enduring the Sunlight

Beta: Khylaren, Ilye

chapter five

Glorfindel lay in his bed, eyes wide, unable to find reverie. So many things spun through his head. These muddled emotions he felt for Erestor haunted him. To know how much Erestor knew about him from his senses alone unnerved Glorfindel. He sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes angrily. Finally, he tossed the light sheet back and stood. If he couldn't sleep, then he wouldn't remain in the bed. The Elda walked to the doors that led to his balcony and looked through the window. He was certain that, should anyone be about at this hour and glance up to his rooms, they would be shocked to see the pale, tall form of the Balrog-slayer, golden and nude in the moonlight.

Erestor: slender, lithe, dark and fair. When they had stood so close and the Noldo had touched him, Glorfindel's heart had sped in his breast. He was certain Erestor knew the lust he had felt at that moment, the lust he felt well in him now.

Glorfindel felt himself fill and become hard as he lingered on the ruby lips of his friend, thought of the cool touches and the stinging bite Erestor could give. He shuddered as he reached for his shaft, and for a moment, he wished Erestor were with him to offer him release.

"Always be careful what you wish."

The Elda went to turn his head, but stopped when Erestor's hands embraced him from behind.

"Ah, ah. Look through the window. Touch yourself for me," the Noldo whispered against his ear.

Glorfindel's eyes slowly closed as he grasped his hard flesh, and a low moan fell from his lips. Erestor placed soft, warm kisses against the Elda's neck. The vampire's hands moved over his heated flesh, and Glorfindel stroked himself steadily. He was not prepared, though, for those arms to become vise-like or the sharp pain at his throat as Erestor bit him.

He moaned deeply and his head fell back to rest on Erestor's shoulder. Glorfindel felt a sense of connection with his friend, a warmth in his chest at giving and sharing such an intimate thing with him. His hand slowed, though his arousal throbbed painfully with every suckle Erestor made upon the wound in his skin. "Erestor," he whispered. He realized Erestor was naked behind him and a hot, hard length pressed against his backside. It was then he knew he would offer himself to the dark Noldo.

Erestor released him from the bite, and Glorfindel felt thin ribbons of warmth trickle along his skin. "No," Erestor breathed. "Tonight will not be the night you offer yourself to me, pen valthen. I will not take you into my bed as mine until I can have your heart as well as your body." Glorfindel whimpered in disappointment. "But, I will offer you the release you so wanted." The Elda cried out as Erestor bit him again, reopening the small wounds, and batted his hand away from his length.

The vampire used his one hand to hold him tight against him, the other to stroke Glorfindel's shaft as he drank. Glorfindel reached his arms back and clung to Erestor's hips, pressing back against the Noldo's arousal.

Glorfindel felt his release building powerfully build with every stroke, and it took only one strong, deep draw on his neck to push him over the edge. He felt warmth against the cleft of his backside as he spilled himself over Erestor's hand.

The Elda sat up suddenly in his bed, panting and sweat-soaked. His eyes darted around his room, searching for the dark Elf.

A dream, thought to himself, covering his face with his hands. Nothing more than a dream.

Glorfindel pulled the sticky sheet from his body. He would have to change the bedsheets before he lay down again. The Elda was still hard, his night-time release not enough to have given him relief. He sighed and walked into his bathing chamber, drawing a cool bath where he could calm down.

When he was submerged in the water, stroking himself to completion, it was Erestor face he saw, Erestor's hands he imagined. When his seed mingled with the water, it was the Noldo's name he called.

Erestor walked down the hall, away from Glorfindel's chambers. He had not lied when he said he could not read minds, but he could see dreams. To know Glorfindel longed for him had been the reason Erestor had manipulated those dreams; he had offered Glorfindel a glimpse of what it would mean to be his lover.

And the Elda had enjoyed it, had thrown himself into the vision.

Hunger burned within him once again, brought on by the lust and the dream. He pushed it aside; he would not seek out his Lord and Lady. Erestor also knew he would not hunt an animal. The gnawing hunger was more a punishment for him; he should not desire the Elda as he did. But, he could not help what his heart felt, what his soul needed.

He needed Glorfindel.

He wondered if he should consult his Lord before he began to actively court the Elda, but tossed the idea aside. Glorfindel had come to his rooms every night for the past month, discussing Erestor's past, his future, his hopes, his fears, and the tension was growing between them.

This was just the beginning, and Erestor knew it. If Glorfindel could accept what Erestor was, and even desire it...

Erestor entered his chambers, stripping and slipping into his bed. He had been alone for so long; he had not shared his heart with any and his body only with Maglor. Could he really have found someone he could trust so completely? That he could love?

He turned in his bed and looked out the window at the blackness beyond. Darkness. If Glorfindel was his, he would risk losing himself and killing the Elda -- or worse, making him into what he was. He could never do that, steal the light and fire from the blond. Those were what he loved about Glorfindel, and to separate him forever from Aman...

To make Glorfindel as he was... was a thought Erestor quickly dispatched. He could not. He could not do that. Glorfindel was good, was pure, and should return to his home. And to watch him die, to feel the Elf's heart slow in that terrible rhythm of death and know he caused that death... It would not happen.

Ever.

He had never made one such as he, and to make an Elf into a creature of death was unthinkable to his mind. Erestor would make sure Glorfindel was always alive and warm and burning with his eternal flame.

Erestor continued to stare out his window from his bed, his mind full of sapphires and gold, of pale skin and strong muscle, and of a smile so bright it competed with the sun for blinding radiance.

Not for the first time, in the lonely darkness of his rooms, did Erestor curse his maker and curse the Valar for forsaking him to this doom. The tears he had thought he would never cry came again into his eyes and he wept bitterly into his pillow.

Happiness and love, acceptance and warmth were things of a distant past he could barely recall anymore.

Would he never find them again?

Glorfindel had not found reverie again, and so he had come to the practice field as soon as the sun rose. Dressed in only his boots and leggings, he sparred with a new recruit for the border guards. It was on the second session that he shivered, feeling watched.

"I have never seen Master Erestor here before, my Lord," his sparring partner quietly remarked.

The Elda's head spun and he saw the Lord's Councilor leaning against the fencing that surrounded the sparring ring. Erestor's dark eyes were focused on Glorfindel's glistening form, warmed by the early morning sun. Glorfindel felt his cheeks flush at the memory of the erotic dream, and the blush deepened when Erestor slowly smiled at him. Somehow, the Noldo knew.

Not somehow, Glorfindel chided himself as he set to teaching his partner a new technique. Erestor could always tell these things about him, isn't that what the Noldo had told him?

Erestor watched him.

A lot.

This was nothing new; the only thing new about the situation was that Glorfindel was now aware of the watching. The longer Erestor's glittering, heated gaze followed him, the more Glorfindel thought of the Councilor.

He thought of dark hair fanned on a white pillow. Long limbs bent and tight heat around him. Of sharp teeth and shattering climaxes.

He pictured himself, on hands and knees, offering his body to the vampire. Glorfindel could almost feel the thickness of Erestor inside him and that sense of giving as the Noldo drank from him in their passion.

"Forgive me," he said to the Elf who was trying to gain his attention to continue their lesson. "I am very distracted this morning. Might we continue this in the afternoon?" Before the Elf could respond, and under Erestor's ever-watchful eye, Glorfindel donned his shirt and left the field and headed to his chambers. He was painfully aroused, and it hadn't been but a few hours since he had found release in his bath.

Erestor smiled, offering the bewildered Elf a wink. "Our Lord Glorfindel has many things on his mind, pen neth," he said to the abandoned sparring partner. "I am sure he will... think on them as he bathes and prepares for the council session this afternoon."

The Noldo turned and walked slowly back to his office, his hunger for Glorfindel hot in his blood.


	Navigation multi-story arcs previous next Translations pen valthen - golden one pen neth - young one		Darthol i Aur: Enduring the Sunlight Beta: Khylaren, Ilye chapter five Glorfindel lay in his bed, eyes wide, unable to find reverie. So many things spun through his head. These muddled emotions he felt for Erestor haunted him. To know how much Erestor knew about him from his senses alone unnerved Glorfindel. He sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes angrily. Finally, he tossed the light sheet back and stood. If he couldn't sleep, then he wouldn't remain in the bed. The Elda walked to the doors that led to his balcony and looked through the window. He was certain that, should anyone be about at this hour and glance up to his rooms, they would be shocked to see the pale, tall form of the Balrog-slayer, golden and nude in the moonlight. Erestor: slender, lithe, dark and fair. When they had stood so close and the Noldo had touched him, Glorfindel's heart had sped in his breast. He was certain Erestor knew the lust he had felt at that moment, the lust he felt well in him now. Glorfindel felt himself fill and become hard as he lingered on the ruby lips of his friend, thought of the cool touches and the stinging bite Erestor could give. He shuddered as he reached for his shaft, and for a moment, he wished Erestor were with him to offer him release. "Always be careful what you wish." The Elda went to turn his head, but stopped when Erestor's hands embraced him from behind. "Ah, ah. Look through the window. Touch yourself for me," the Noldo whispered against his ear. Glorfindel's eyes slowly closed as he grasped his hard flesh, and a low moan fell from his lips. Erestor placed soft, warm kisses against the Elda's neck. The vampire's hands moved over his heated flesh, and Glorfindel stroked himself steadily. He was not prepared, though, for those arms to become vise-like or the sharp pain at his throat as Erestor bit him. He moaned deeply and his head fell back to rest on Erestor's shoulder. Glorfindel felt a sense of connection with his friend, a warmth in his chest at giving and sharing such an intimate thing with him. His hand slowed, though his arousal throbbed painfully with every suckle Erestor made upon the wound in his skin. "Erestor," he whispered. He realized Erestor was naked behind him and a hot, hard length pressed against his backside. It was then he knew he would offer himself to the dark Noldo. Erestor released him from the bite, and Glorfindel felt thin ribbons of warmth trickle along his skin. "No," Erestor breathed. "Tonight will not be the night you offer yourself to me, pen valthen. I will not take you into my bed as mine until I can have your heart as well as your body." Glorfindel whimpered in disappointment. "But, I will offer you the release you so wanted." The Elda cried out as Erestor bit him again, reopening the small wounds, and batted his hand away from his length. The vampire used his one hand to hold him tight against him, the other to stroke Glorfindel's shaft as he drank. Glorfindel reached his arms back and clung to Erestor's hips, pressing back against the Noldo's arousal. Glorfindel felt his release building powerfully build with every stroke, and it took only one strong, deep draw on his neck to push him over the edge. He felt warmth against the cleft of his backside as he spilled himself over Erestor's hand. The Elda sat up suddenly in his bed, panting and sweat-soaked. His eyes darted around his room, searching for the dark Elf. A dream, thought to himself, covering his face with his hands. Nothing more than a dream. Glorfindel pulled the sticky sheet from his body. He would have to change the bedsheets before he lay down again. The Elda was still hard, his night-time release not enough to have given him relief. He sighed and walked into his bathing chamber, drawing a cool bath where he could calm down. When he was submerged in the water, stroking himself to completion, it was Erestor face he saw, Erestor's hands he imagined. When his seed mingled with the water, it was the Noldo's name he called. Erestor walked down the hall, away from Glorfindel's chambers. He had not lied when he said he could not read minds, but he could see dreams. To know Glorfindel longed for him had been the reason Erestor had manipulated those dreams; he had offered Glorfindel a glimpse of what it would mean to be his lover. And the Elda had enjoyed it, had thrown himself into the vision. Hunger burned within him once again, brought on by the lust and the dream. He pushed it aside; he would not seek out his Lord and Lady. Erestor also knew he would not hunt an animal. The gnawing hunger was more a punishment for him; he should not desire the Elda as he did. But, he could not help what his heart felt, what his soul needed. He needed Glorfindel. He wondered if he should consult his Lord before he began to actively court the Elda, but tossed the idea aside. Glorfindel had come to his rooms every night for the past month, discussing Erestor's past, his future, his hopes, his fears, and the tension was growing between them. This was just the beginning, and Erestor knew it. If Glorfindel could accept what Erestor was, and even desire it... Erestor entered his chambers, stripping and slipping into his bed. He had been alone for so long; he had not shared his heart with any and his body only with Maglor. Could he really have found someone he could trust so completely? That he could love? He turned in his bed and looked out the window at the blackness beyond. Darkness. If Glorfindel was his, he would risk losing himself and killing the Elda -- or worse, making him into what he was. He could never do that, steal the light and fire from the blond. Those were what he loved about Glorfindel, and to separate him forever from Aman... To make Glorfindel as he was... was a thought Erestor quickly dispatched. He could not. He could not do that. Glorfindel was good, was pure, and should return to his home. And to watch him die, to feel the Elf's heart slow in that terrible rhythm of death and know he caused that death... It would not happen. Ever. He had never made one such as he, and to make an Elf into a creature of death was unthinkable to his mind. Erestor would make sure Glorfindel was always alive and warm and burning with his eternal flame. Erestor continued to stare out his window from his bed, his mind full of sapphires and gold, of pale skin and strong muscle, and of a smile so bright it competed with the sun for blinding radiance. Not for the first time, in the lonely darkness of his rooms, did Erestor curse his maker and curse the Valar for forsaking him to this doom. The tears he had thought he would never cry came again into his eyes and he wept bitterly into his pillow. Happiness and love, acceptance and warmth were things of a distant past he could barely recall anymore. Would he never find them again? Glorfindel had not found reverie again, and so he had come to the practice field as soon as the sun rose. Dressed in only his boots and leggings, he sparred with a new recruit for the border guards. It was on the second session that he shivered, feeling watched. "I have never seen Master Erestor here before, my Lord," his sparring partner quietly remarked. The Elda's head spun and he saw the Lord's Councilor leaning against the fencing that surrounded the sparring ring. Erestor's dark eyes were focused on Glorfindel's glistening form, warmed by the early morning sun. Glorfindel felt his cheeks flush at the memory of the erotic dream, and the blush deepened when Erestor slowly smiled at him. Somehow, the Noldo knew. Not somehow, Glorfindel chided himself as he set to teaching his partner a new technique. Erestor could always tell these things about him, isn't that what the Noldo had told him? Erestor watched him. A lot. This was nothing new; the only thing new about the situation was that Glorfindel was now aware of the watching. The longer Erestor's glittering, heated gaze followed him, the more Glorfindel thought of the Councilor. He thought of dark hair fanned on a white pillow. Long limbs bent and tight heat around him. Of sharp teeth and shattering climaxes. He pictured himself, on hands and knees, offering his body to the vampire. Glorfindel could almost feel the thickness of Erestor inside him and that sense of giving as the Noldo drank from him in their passion. "Forgive me," he said to the Elf who was trying to gain his attention to continue their lesson. "I am very distracted this morning. Might we continue this in the afternoon?" Before the Elf could respond, and under Erestor's ever-watchful eye, Glorfindel donned his shirt and left the field and headed to his chambers. He was painfully aroused, and it hadn't been but a few hours since he had found release in his bath. Erestor smiled, offering the bewildered Elf a wink. "Our Lord Glorfindel has many things on his mind, pen neth," he said to the abandoned sparring partner. "I am sure he will... think on them as he bathes and prepares for the council session this afternoon." The Noldo turned and walked slowly back to his office, his hunger for Glorfindel hot in his blood.