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melethron - lover (m)

ierhegyr - blood drinkers

seron vell - beloved

hênen - my child

Darthol i Aur: Enduring the Sunlight

Beta: Khylaren, Ilye

chapter eight

Glorfindel brushed his long, golden hair out, leaving loose about his shoulders to hide the fresh bite mark on his throat. "We must speak with them, Erestor. They will expect you tonight."

The Noldo looked away from the vista spread before him, the woods of Imladris alight with the early morning sun. "I know." He hugged himself, his eyes returning to the view out the window. "I am just... afraid. I do not want them to think I seduced you, or am simply using you."

"You misjudge them, melethron," Glorfindel said, slipping his belt on. "They will be happy for us."

Erestor sighed and nodded, pulling his boots on. "Very well. We should do it now, then. Better than let them think we are hiding from them."

Glorfindel nodded and took Erestor's hand, leading the wary Noldo to their Lord and Lady's chambers. Elrond welcomed them into the bright room, made brighter by Celebrían's smile as she greeted the two nervous Elves.

As they sat in the sitting room of the Lord's rooms, Celebrían chuckled and waved at Glorfindel's wild mane. "Glorfindel... you never wear your hair loose," she said, looking between Erestor and Glorfindel.

"That is why we are here, my Lady," Glorfindel said. He opened his mouth to continue, but her sudden intake of breath and tinkling laughter stopped him.

Celebrían turned to Elrond. "Did I not tell you?" she asked, and returned her warm blue eyes to the pair before her. "Will you be sharing quarters now?" the bubbling lady asked.

Erestor shifted uncomfortably as all eyes turned to him. "We... have not decided that, yet. We have only just decided..." he trailed off. He knew it was not possible for the ierhegyr to blush, but if it were, he would have.

Glorfindel must have sensed it, though, because he came to Erestor's rescue. "I am a terrible roommate anyway," he said hastily. "The housekeeping staff draws lots every week to see who has to clean up after me." The comment had the intended effect as everyone in the room -- including Erestor -- broke into chuckles.

With the tension broken, Erestor felt freer to continue. "I want to thank you both, truly," he said to the Lord and Lady. "You took me in when you could have abandoned me, succored me when you could have destroyed me, and loved me when you could have reviled me. I could not be where I am without you. And now that Glorfindel and I have found each other, I will not have to impose my hungers upon you any longer."

Elrond accepted the outstretched hand, and then pulled Erestor into a firm embrace, whispering how happy he was for the older Noldo. Celebrían, meanwhile, remained seated and addressed Glorfindel. "Are you certain?" she asked soberly.

"Aye, Lady. I am," Glorfindel replied, staring levelly into Celebrían's eyes. He meant what he said; this was no passing fancy. He was Erestor's, from now until the fates parted them. But, he would never desert the Noldo. Ever.

He was nervous. This night was different from any other night he had spent with Glorfindel. Erestor lay sprawled on the large bed, nude and hard. He was aroused just from the thought of his lover and Erestor waited impatiently for the Elda to return from the evening meal. The anxious vampire did not have to wait long.

Glorfindel entered the room, already shedding his heavy formal robes. "I must admit," Glorfindel said, not noticing the state his lover was in, "your condition is convenient when Imladris feasts." Standing in his house boots and leggings, he finally turned to Erestor. His eyes, wide and unblinking, raked over the Noldo's form. "Erestor?"

"I would like you to make love with me tonight," Erestor said, almost shyly, as he sat up on his knees. "Will you?" he asked, holding out his hand.

"Have I not almost every night this past month?" Glorfindel asked, slipping off his boots and taking Erestor's hand.

Erestor shook his head. "Not like that."

"Then what?" Glorfindel climbed on the bed, shivering as Erestor's warm hands ran over his torso. Those hands made short work of the ties of his leggings and Glorfindel's half-erect sex was bared to Erestor's hungry gaze. The Elda watched through heavy lids as Erestor leaned down and lapped at the head of his shaft. "Erestor?"

"Hush," the dark Elf said, pushing Glorfindel back onto the mattress and taking him into his mouth. The scent of Glorfindel and the sound of his moans as he sucked him deep drove Erestor mad. He did not want to wait; he needed to feel Glorfindel within him. Erestor let Glorfindel's length slip from his slick lips and he looked up into the blue gaze. "I need you now, seron vell."

Glorfindel nodded and reached for the salve on their night table, sitting up on his knees. When he returned his eyes to Erestor, the Noldo was on his hands and knees, his thighs parted and his backside proffered. "Erestor, we never make love in this fashion," he said, bewilderment written on his face.

Erestor cast a glance over his shoulder. "Glorfindel, I do not have to feed from you every time we are intimate," Erestor said, his voice low. "Overfeeding is just as dangerous as underfeeding. It has been lovely, having that closeness with you through the blood, but please... have me this way tonight."

"Anything you desire," Glorfindel said, inching into position behind Erestor's up-raised buttocks. He dipped his fingers into the pot of salve before placing them at the entrance to Erestor's body. All their other lovemaking sessions had been fast, hungry, and Glorfindel decided he would take his time this night. He slipped a finger slowly into Erestor's body, closing his eyes as the velvet heat surrounded this flesh. "You are always so tight," Glorfindel commented as he worked the salve into the clenching passage.

"Glorfindel," Erestor moaned. He seemed to take a moment to collect himself before he continued. "I am dead. My body does not become used to the activities we enjoy; it is always the same as the day I fell in Angband."

Glorfindel paused, somewhat taken aback by this. "Then it is always as painful as the first time?" he asked, gently stroking Erestor's smooth buttock with his free hand.

"And ever as pleasurable," Erestor said with a grin, pushing back a bit to encourage his lover to continue.

The Elda chuckled and resumed his task. He gently added a second finger, his smile widening as Erestor let out a low mew. "You are just like a cat," he said, scissoring inside Erestor's body.

"I am not," Erestor panted, rocking back to meet Glorfindel's fingers.

"Yes, you are. Your back is arched, I can see you clawing the bedsheets and you press back against me as if in heat," Glorfindel teased, slipping a third finger into the tight confines of Erestor's backside.

Erestor spread his thighs further and closed his eyes. His arousal throbbed and dripped steadily and he wanted to beg Glorfindel to simply take him. "Why are you taking so long?" he asked impatiently.

Glorfindel playfully swatted Erestor's buttocks. "You have had me ravage you each night we have lain together, Erestor. Be patient and allow me to enjoy you. Slowly."

The Noldo growled. "I am sufficiently lubricated, Glorfindel," he insisted.

"Erestor. Understand something. I am the Seneschal of Imladris. You are the Chief Councilor of Elrond's household. I outrank you. Now, hush unless you..." he trailed off, crooking his fingers inside Erestor, rubbing the bump he found. Erestor let out a keening cry. "You do that," Glorfindel finished. Glorfindel withdrew his fingers and coated his shaft generously. He pressed the blunt head to Erestor's opening and pressed in, slowly breaching the Noldo until just the tip of his length was past the ring of muscle.

Erestor panted, and his legs trembled as he waited for Glorfindel to continue to move forward. When nothing happened, and he simply felt spread wide, he looked over his shoulder at the grinning Elda. "What is it," he said, closing his eyes a moment as Glorfindel moved in a little further, "that you think you are doing?"

"Going slowly," Glorfindel said, allowing a bit more of his length to be swallowed by Erestor's quivering body.

"You are evil!" Erestor cried, all his muscles tensed, waiting.

A little more. "No, I love you."

"If you loved me, you would take me," Erestor whimpered.

Further. "I am taking you."

"No! You are but teasing me!" Erestor sobbed, his passage slowly filled. "Please, Glorfindel... do not torment me so."

Glorfindel bent and kissed the skin just above the crevice in Erestor's backside. "I will not be hurried."

The candles were but pools of wax when Glorfindel's shaft was buried to the root in Erestor. The Noldo panted and gripped at the wooden footboard, his nails making crescent moon shapes as he clenched his fists. They were both covered in a sheen of sweat, and Erestor's arousal was heavy and dark. "Glorfindel," Erestor managed weakly. "Do not tarry with me any longer," he begged.

The Elda withdrew until just the head of his shaft remained within Erestor and then he forcefully thrust forward. A strangled cry left Erestor as he was filled. Glorfindel kept a languid pace, though he plunged into his lover with the same ferocity he had initially. When his release would creep up, he would still inside the pulsing channel until the tingle of completion faded. Glorfindel would not allow Erestor to touch himself, and he would not stroke his lover's needful flesh.

"Glorfindel, you shall drive me mad!" Erestor sobbed. "End this!"

Glorfindel slipped his hand beneath their rocking bodies, wrapping his long fingers around Erestor's damp, rigid length. "Is this what you want?" he panted in the vampire's ear.

"Yes!" Erestor gasped.

The Elda stopped their movement for a moment to shift their position, ignoring Erestor's cry of protest. When he was done rearranging them, Erestor was upright, straddling Glorfindel with his back still to the Elda. "Move, Erestor. If you want your release, then move," Glorfindel instructed.

Erestor leaned forward, bracing himself on the mattress and shoved forward into Glorfindel's fist. He then sat back down, impaling himself on his lover's thick shaft. "Glorfindel!"

"Yes," Glorfindel hissed. "Keep moving."

The dark Elf's movements were frantic, desperate, as he moved between fist and spear. It wasn't long before he sat back once more, his seed spilling from his body and over his lover's hand. Glorfindel groaned behind him, Erestor's clutching passage milking his release from him. Erestor fell back into Glorfindel's welcoming embrace. "You are cruel," he said, exhaustion heavy in his voice.

Glorfindel kissed Erestor's temple. "Did you not enjoy it?"

Erestor chuckled, a pleasant soreness settling in his backside where Glorfindel's member still pulsed with each heartbeat. "Aye, I did," Erestor said, his gaze going dark.

The sun had not yet risen, but night was over. Erestor stood on the balcony of Glorfindel's room, his eyes sweeping over the lands of Elrond. It was beautiful in its darkness. He was not fully rested, and his body ached from his exertions with Glorfindel, but he was happy. He turned to re-enter their bedroom and rejoin his lover in their bed, but his path was blocked.

He looked up with wide, unbelieving eyes at the person before him.

"No..." he whispered, taking a step back. "No."

A smile spread on the pale face and the grey eyes glittered in the night. "Aye, hênen," Maglor said, reaching his hand out to caress Erestor's cheek. "I have returned to you."


	Navigation multi-story arcs previous next Translations melethron - lover (m) ierhegyr - blood drinkers seron vell - beloved hênen - my child		Darthol i Aur: Enduring the Sunlight Beta: Khylaren, Ilye chapter eight Glorfindel brushed his long, golden hair out, leaving loose about his shoulders to hide the fresh bite mark on his throat. "We must speak with them, Erestor. They will expect you tonight." The Noldo looked away from the vista spread before him, the woods of Imladris alight with the early morning sun. "I know." He hugged himself, his eyes returning to the view out the window. "I am just... afraid. I do not want them to think I seduced you, or am simply using you." "You misjudge them, melethron," Glorfindel said, slipping his belt on. "They will be happy for us." Erestor sighed and nodded, pulling his boots on. "Very well. We should do it now, then. Better than let them think we are hiding from them." Glorfindel nodded and took Erestor's hand, leading the wary Noldo to their Lord and Lady's chambers. Elrond welcomed them into the bright room, made brighter by Celebrían's smile as she greeted the two nervous Elves. As they sat in the sitting room of the Lord's rooms, Celebrían chuckled and waved at Glorfindel's wild mane. "Glorfindel... you never wear your hair loose," she said, looking between Erestor and Glorfindel. "That is why we are here, my Lady," Glorfindel said. He opened his mouth to continue, but her sudden intake of breath and tinkling laughter stopped him. Celebrían turned to Elrond. "Did I not tell you?" she asked, and returned her warm blue eyes to the pair before her. "Will you be sharing quarters now?" the bubbling lady asked. Erestor shifted uncomfortably as all eyes turned to him. "We... have not decided that, yet. We have only just decided..." he trailed off. He knew it was not possible for the ierhegyr to blush, but if it were, he would have. Glorfindel must have sensed it, though, because he came to Erestor's rescue. "I am a terrible roommate anyway," he said hastily. "The housekeeping staff draws lots every week to see who has to clean up after me." The comment had the intended effect as everyone in the room -- including Erestor -- broke into chuckles. With the tension broken, Erestor felt freer to continue. "I want to thank you both, truly," he said to the Lord and Lady. "You took me in when you could have abandoned me, succored me when you could have destroyed me, and loved me when you could have reviled me. I could not be where I am without you. And now that Glorfindel and I have found each other, I will not have to impose my hungers upon you any longer." Elrond accepted the outstretched hand, and then pulled Erestor into a firm embrace, whispering how happy he was for the older Noldo. Celebrían, meanwhile, remained seated and addressed Glorfindel. "Are you certain?" she asked soberly. "Aye, Lady. I am," Glorfindel replied, staring levelly into Celebrían's eyes. He meant what he said; this was no passing fancy. He was Erestor's, from now until the fates parted them. But, he would never desert the Noldo. Ever. He was nervous. This night was different from any other night he had spent with Glorfindel. Erestor lay sprawled on the large bed, nude and hard. He was aroused just from the thought of his lover and Erestor waited impatiently for the Elda to return from the evening meal. The anxious vampire did not have to wait long. Glorfindel entered the room, already shedding his heavy formal robes. "I must admit," Glorfindel said, not noticing the state his lover was in, "your condition is convenient when Imladris feasts." Standing in his house boots and leggings, he finally turned to Erestor. His eyes, wide and unblinking, raked over the Noldo's form. "Erestor?" "I would like you to make love with me tonight," Erestor said, almost shyly, as he sat up on his knees. "Will you?" he asked, holding out his hand. "Have I not almost every night this past month?" Glorfindel asked, slipping off his boots and taking Erestor's hand. Erestor shook his head. "Not like that." "Then what?" Glorfindel climbed on the bed, shivering as Erestor's warm hands ran over his torso. Those hands made short work of the ties of his leggings and Glorfindel's half-erect sex was bared to Erestor's hungry gaze. The Elda watched through heavy lids as Erestor leaned down and lapped at the head of his shaft. "Erestor?" "Hush," the dark Elf said, pushing Glorfindel back onto the mattress and taking him into his mouth. The scent of Glorfindel and the sound of his moans as he sucked him deep drove Erestor mad. He did not want to wait; he needed to feel Glorfindel within him. Erestor let Glorfindel's length slip from his slick lips and he looked up into the blue gaze. "I need you now, seron vell." Glorfindel nodded and reached for the salve on their night table, sitting up on his knees. When he returned his eyes to Erestor, the Noldo was on his hands and knees, his thighs parted and his backside proffered. "Erestor, we never make love in this fashion," he said, bewilderment written on his face. Erestor cast a glance over his shoulder. "Glorfindel, I do not have to feed from you every time we are intimate," Erestor said, his voice low. "Overfeeding is just as dangerous as underfeeding. It has been lovely, having that closeness with you through the blood, but please... have me this way tonight." "Anything you desire," Glorfindel said, inching into position behind Erestor's up-raised buttocks. He dipped his fingers into the pot of salve before placing them at the entrance to Erestor's body. All their other lovemaking sessions had been fast, hungry, and Glorfindel decided he would take his time this night. He slipped a finger slowly into Erestor's body, closing his eyes as the velvet heat surrounded this flesh. "You are always so tight," Glorfindel commented as he worked the salve into the clenching passage. "Glorfindel," Erestor moaned. He seemed to take a moment to collect himself before he continued. "I am dead. My body does not become used to the activities we enjoy; it is always the same as the day I fell in Angband." Glorfindel paused, somewhat taken aback by this. "Then it is always as painful as the first time?" he asked, gently stroking Erestor's smooth buttock with his free hand. "And ever as pleasurable," Erestor said with a grin, pushing back a bit to encourage his lover to continue. The Elda chuckled and resumed his task. He gently added a second finger, his smile widening as Erestor let out a low mew. "You are just like a cat," he said, scissoring inside Erestor's body. "I am not," Erestor panted, rocking back to meet Glorfindel's fingers. "Yes, you are. Your back is arched, I can see you clawing the bedsheets and you press back against me as if in heat," Glorfindel teased, slipping a third finger into the tight confines of Erestor's backside. Erestor spread his thighs further and closed his eyes. His arousal throbbed and dripped steadily and he wanted to beg Glorfindel to simply take him. "Why are you taking so long?" he asked impatiently. Glorfindel playfully swatted Erestor's buttocks. "You have had me ravage you each night we have lain together, Erestor. Be patient and allow me to enjoy you. Slowly." The Noldo growled. "I am sufficiently lubricated, Glorfindel," he insisted. "Erestor. Understand something. I am the Seneschal of Imladris. You are the Chief Councilor of Elrond's household. I outrank you. Now, hush unless you..." he trailed off, crooking his fingers inside Erestor, rubbing the bump he found. Erestor let out a keening cry. "You do that," Glorfindel finished. Glorfindel withdrew his fingers and coated his shaft generously. He pressed the blunt head to Erestor's opening and pressed in, slowly breaching the Noldo until just the tip of his length was past the ring of muscle. Erestor panted, and his legs trembled as he waited for Glorfindel to continue to move forward. When nothing happened, and he simply felt spread wide, he looked over his shoulder at the grinning Elda. "What is it," he said, closing his eyes a moment as Glorfindel moved in a little further, "that you think you are doing?" "Going slowly," Glorfindel said, allowing a bit more of his length to be swallowed by Erestor's quivering body. "You are evil!" Erestor cried, all his muscles tensed, waiting. A little more. "No, I love you." "If you loved me, you would take me," Erestor whimpered. Further. "I am taking you." "No! You are but teasing me!" Erestor sobbed, his passage slowly filled. "Please, Glorfindel... do not torment me so." Glorfindel bent and kissed the skin just above the crevice in Erestor's backside. "I will not be hurried." The candles were but pools of wax when Glorfindel's shaft was buried to the root in Erestor. The Noldo panted and gripped at the wooden footboard, his nails making crescent moon shapes as he clenched his fists. They were both covered in a sheen of sweat, and Erestor's arousal was heavy and dark. "Glorfindel," Erestor managed weakly. "Do not tarry with me any longer," he begged. The Elda withdrew until just the head of his shaft remained within Erestor and then he forcefully thrust forward. A strangled cry left Erestor as he was filled. Glorfindel kept a languid pace, though he plunged into his lover with the same ferocity he had initially. When his release would creep up, he would still inside the pulsing channel until the tingle of completion faded. Glorfindel would not allow Erestor to touch himself, and he would not stroke his lover's needful flesh. "Glorfindel, you shall drive me mad!" Erestor sobbed. "End this!" Glorfindel slipped his hand beneath their rocking bodies, wrapping his long fingers around Erestor's damp, rigid length. "Is this what you want?" he panted in the vampire's ear. "Yes!" Erestor gasped. The Elda stopped their movement for a moment to shift their position, ignoring Erestor's cry of protest. When he was done rearranging them, Erestor was upright, straddling Glorfindel with his back still to the Elda. "Move, Erestor. If you want your release, then move," Glorfindel instructed. Erestor leaned forward, bracing himself on the mattress and shoved forward into Glorfindel's fist. He then sat back down, impaling himself on his lover's thick shaft. "Glorfindel!" "Yes," Glorfindel hissed. "Keep moving." The dark Elf's movements were frantic, desperate, as he moved between fist and spear. It wasn't long before he sat back once more, his seed spilling from his body and over his lover's hand. Glorfindel groaned behind him, Erestor's clutching passage milking his release from him. Erestor fell back into Glorfindel's welcoming embrace. "You are cruel," he said, exhaustion heavy in his voice. Glorfindel kissed Erestor's temple. "Did you not enjoy it?" Erestor chuckled, a pleasant soreness settling in his backside where Glorfindel's member still pulsed with each heartbeat. "Aye, I did," Erestor said, his gaze going dark. The sun had not yet risen, but night was over. Erestor stood on the balcony of Glorfindel's room, his eyes sweeping over the lands of Elrond. It was beautiful in its darkness. He was not fully rested, and his body ached from his exertions with Glorfindel, but he was happy. He turned to re-enter their bedroom and rejoin his lover in their bed, but his path was blocked. He looked up with wide, unbelieving eyes at the person before him. "No..." he whispered, taking a step back. "No." A smile spread on the pale face and the grey eyes glittered in the night. "Aye, hênen," Maglor said, reaching his hand out to caress Erestor's cheek. "I have returned to you."