Title & Chapter Number: Fate's Mirror 18/?
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Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: do not own these characters, they are the property of Tolkien, and I am sure he would be horrified if he read this…
Warnings: This story is rated NC-17 and contains male slash pairings and explicit sexual content. If you find this offensive, or you are under-age, I strongly suggest you stop now.
Betas: Larian Elensar
Cast: Erestor, Glorfindel, Gildor, Thranduil
Timeline: SA
Spoilers: None
Summary: Set during the second half of the second age. Reincarnated Glorfindel returns to Lindon from the Halls of Mandos. Glorfindel and Erestor finally get what they have wanted for so long.
Notes: I have yet to read the Unfinished Tales or History of ME, so I know there will be inaccuracies in this - so consider this AU. Thanks to Orchyd Constyne for her Sindarin translations, and thanks to William Shakespeare for Erestor and Glorfindel's professions of love to one another.
December, 1701, Second Age, Imladris
Erestor looked at his reflection in the mirror. He had chosen a tunic of deep midnight blue and black velvet leggings for the occasion. Two small clips held braids behind his ears and the rest of his hair fell unbound down his back. He looked around his chamber one last time; candles were lit, dinner was to be delivered within the hour, Glorfindel would arrive shortly, everything was perfect. Then it hit him. The wine! In his flustered state that morning, he had forgotten completely why he had headed down the path in the first place. He pressed his palm against his forehead and grumbled. How could he have forgotten something so important?
He looked at the position of Ithil in the night sky and realized he did not have enough time to travel down the path to the cellar; Glorfindel was due to arrive at any moment.
A soft knock upon the door caused him to jump slightly, and his heart to begin racing in his chest. He checked his reflection one last time and smoothed his tunic before opening the door.
His breath caught as the vision that was Glorfindel filled his doorway. The Vanya was dressed in a pale, silver blue tunic and dark gray leggings. His hair was braided and held in place by jeweled combs that were nearly as old as Arda itself. Erestor recognized the handiwork of his own people when he saw it.
"I brought this, I hope it meets your satisfaction," the warrior said softly, as he handed Erestor the bottle of wine.
A broad smile graced Erestor's lips as he looked at the bottle and the handwritten label upon it. It appeared Glorfindel had been listening all those nights he had prattled on about his love of wine. He looked up at the warrior and smiled. "It is perfect, mellonamin," he answered softly, "Just what I would have chosen myself." He stepped aside and invited Glorfindel to enter. "Please, come."
Glorfindel crossed the threshold and looked around Erestor's chamber. He had been there many times before, shared many nights sitting in a chair by the fire, but this night it was transformed into a romantic, lover's oasis. He smiled and breathed deep as the aroma of violets and lilac filled the room. His fingers lightly caressed the velvety petals of orchids in a crystal vase upon the bureau as his gaze drifted to the wide, iron bed. It was dressed in sheets of cream silk and a coverlet of deep burgundy velvet. The chambermaids had turned down the bed already and Glorfindel smiled when he thought of having Erestor in that bed.
He turned and watched Erestor move to the sideboard, retrieving a crystal decanter, that one of the Mírdain made for him in thanks for his efforts to see their people to safety, and poured the deep burgundy liquid into it.
"This will need to breathe for a little while, but should be ready when dinner arrives." Erestor fought to control the nervous tremor in his hand as he sat the empty bottle down and retrieved two carved crystal goblets from the sideboard.
When he turned around to offer Glorfindel an aperitif, he found himself in the Vanya's arms once again, and he watched Glorfindel's lips descend upon him. He had just enough time to whisper the warrior's name before Glorfindel's lips covered his own. He moaned quietly and wrapped his long arms around Glorfindel's back, his fingers clutching at the soft silk of the warrior's tunic.
Glorfindel deepened the kiss, questing inside Erestor's mouth with heated intensity. One hand traveled down the Noldo's back, coming to rest upon his round buttocks, as the other traveled into his hair, his fingers tangling in Erestor's raven locks. He pulled him closer, pressing his lower body to Erestor's, making his need and intent known as his arousal swelled inside his leggings.
Erestor moaned plaintively as he felt Glorfindel's arousal press against his own burgeoning one. Never had he felt so helpless to resist another's charms, so needful of another's touch. The kiss went on forever, tongues wrestling and caressing, hands and fingers clutching and exploring. As they broke their kiss, each quietly gasping for air, Erestor looked into Glorfindel's eyes and smiled.
Glorfindel smiled in return, his strong swordsman's hands caressing Erestor's face. "I have thought about doing that all day," he said huskily.
Erestor laughed softly and answered, "As have I…" He swallowed and slid his hands across the silk of Glorfindel's tunic. "Would you like a glass of brandy or miruvor?" he asked sultrily.
Glorfindel chuckled and asked, "Are you trying to get me inebriated, Erestor?"
Erestor gently shook his head and answered, "Nay, I would do nothing to impede your… performance."
Glorfindel laughed heartily and nuzzled Erestor's ear, causing the Noldo to purr liked a contented cat. "Always thinking ahead aren't you?" he whispered against the elegant curve of his friend's ear.
"Tell me, Glorfindel," Erestor whispered breathlessly, "Just how hungry are you?"
Glorfindel chuckled again, his breath fluttering against Erestor's ear and causing the Noldo to tremble and whimper quietly. "You have gone to so much trouble to prepare this evening. I do not wish to miss one moment of it." He reluctantly released the advisor and crossed the room, taking his customary seat by the fire. He propped one ankle up on the opposite knee, making no effort to hide his state of arousal.
Erestor's eyes wandered over the form of his soon to be lover as he too crossed the room, handing Glorfindel a crystal snifter of brandy. Erestor settled into his chair, wishing he had chosen robes instead of leggings at that moment, and crossed his legs, beginning small talk with the warrior.
"So, how long, exactly, have you been in love with me?" he asked teasingly as he took a sip of brandy.
Glorfindel's eyebrows rose and he nearly spit his brandy back in his glass. "Pardon?" he asked hoarsely, as he tried to recover from so surprising a question.
"I was told you were in love with me," Erestor answered matter of factly, swirling his brandy in his glass.
"Really?" Glorfindel asked with a wicked grin, "Well I was told you were suffering love for me."
"Suffering is a goodly term," Erestor retorted, "I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will." He took a breath and continued, "I was told you were under a consumption for me."
Glorfindel shook his head, his soft laughter causing Erestor to smile. "I am consumed, Erestor, consumed and mad to think I could ever win a battle of words with you." He smiled broadly. "That I love you, Erestor, it is true. How could one do anything but love so brilliant and beautiful an elf?" He set his glass down and sank to his knees upon the carpet in a motion so graceful that it took Erestor's breath away. He placed his hands upon Erestor's knees, placing his head upon his lap and said softly, "I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes. I am your devoted servant, my most beautiful and honorable lord."
Erestor found himself speechless for the first time in his life. He felt tears prick the back of his eyes as he caressed Glorfindel's hair. "By Elbereth, I am the luckiest elf in all of Elvendom," he whispered.
Glorfindel, wanting to lighten the moment, continued, "So, for which of my bad parts did you first suffer love for me?"
Erestor chuckled and sat his glass down, taking the warrior's chin and turning it so their gazes met. "For them all together," he answered, his eyes twinkling with mirth, "which maintained so politic a state of evil that they will not admit any good part to intermingle with them." Glorfindel laughed heartily, a sound that Erestor never grew tired of hearing. The Noldo continued, "Truthfully, I do love you Glorfindel, all of you, past and present, hurts and joys. No other will hold a place in my heart but you."
Glorfindel smiled and stretched up as Erestor bent down to kiss him, their lips meeting softly then opening, as they tasted one another again. A knock on the door caused them to break their kiss, and Glorfindel rose from his place on the floor.
"I will get the door, meleth nín," Glorfindel said gently. "You relax and stay comfortable." He crossed the room and opened the door as two of the kitchen staff entered with carts laden with food. Glorfindel lifted the lid of one of the chafing dishes and breathed in the aroma of roasted vegetables and pheasant. "Mmm… this smells delicious."
He turned to the members of the kitchen staff and bowed his head. "Hannon le," he said softly.
They bowed and answered in unison, "Hannon le, my Lord." They quietly left the carts behind and left Erestor's chambers, smiling and whispering about what they saw as they made their way back downstairs.
Erestor rose from his chair and began pouring the wine as Glorfindel set the table. The two old friends, soon to become lovers, shared a feast fit for Gil-galad himself in the candlelit room. Erestor left the draperies open, and the light of the full moon illuminated the snow-covered balcony.
After dinner, Glorfindel rose and cleared the dishes away, ordering Erestor to sit and be comfortable. He removed the dessert course, which consisted of a large platter filled with small cakes, and squares of something he had not seen before, before pushing the carts back into the hall and returning to the table. He picked up one of the squares and held it out to Erestor. "What is this?" he asked quietly.
Erestor smiled broadly and rose from his chair, taking the square from his friend and answering, "That, mellonamin, is the latest creation of our chef. He calls it, fudge." He brought the confection to Glorfindel's lips and said softly, "Try it."
Glorfindel opened his mouth and allowed Erestor to place the fudge on his tongue. He drew the Noldo's fingers in his mouth and sucked on them for a moment, causing Erestor to gasp quietly, before chewing the gooey confection.
"Mmmm…" he said in a muffled tone. "It is very sweet…" He worked his tongue in his mouth to swallow the rest of the confection. "Would you like a taste?" he asked sultrily as he drew Erestor into his arms.
Erestor smiled and nodded, answering quietly, "Yes, please."
Erestor moaned as Glorfindel claimed his mouth in a heated kiss, mingled tastes of fudge and Glorfindel's own unique flavor assaulting his senses. The warrior kissed him long and slow, plundering the deepest recesses of his mouth and making him weak in the knees.
As they broke their kiss, Erestor found his tunic being skillfully removed from his body and he groaned as Glorfindel's hands caressed his chest.
"I will wait not one moment more, pen-velui (lovely one)," Glorfindel whispered against Erestor's ear. "I yearn for you, meleth nín." He guided the Noldo to the bed, as Erestor removed his tunic and his mouth followed the path his hands were taking. He sunk to his knees and he moaned quietly as he pressed his mouth to Erestor's stomach. His fingers worked the laces on his friend's leggings and he slid them over his hips and off his legs, exposing Erestor's arousal to his hungry gaze.
Erestor moaned and arched into Glorfindel's touch. It was so different than he had always fantasized; he had imagined he would be the one to seduce the warrior, instead it was he who was helpless under Glorfindel's sensual onslaught. He shivered as he felt the warrior's fingers trace the scar that still marred otherwise perfect skin, and he quickly moved to cover it with his hand, wanting to hide it from the warrior's view.
"No," Glorfindel whispered as he caught Erestor's hand. "Do not hide it from me, meleth." He pulled the Noldo's hand away. "This is what brought my heart to you, Erestor." His fingers traced the line of the scar. "When I thought you were going to pass on to Mandos' halls, that is when I first realized that I was in love with you. I knew if you died, I would follow soon after, seeking my own death at the hands of the Dark Lord, even if I had to ride out and challenge him openly." He caressed the scar with his lips, then traced it with his tongue before pressing a kiss to it. "Did you realize that it is in the same place my own starts?" he asked softly.
Erestor looked down at the top of Glorfindel's head, remembering the first time he saw the faint scar from the whip of the Balrog that ran the length of his torso. He reached down and caressed his hair. "I feel broken sometimes, seron vell (dear lover)," he whispered. "I feel as though I am but a shadow of who I once was." He took a deep breath and continued as Glorfindel looked up into his eyes, "But when you touch me, I am alive again, and I believe that I am strong, that I can be proud of who I am."
Glorfindel smiled lovingly and answered, "You should be proud, Erestor. I am proud of you, proud to count you as my friend. And I am proud and profoundly lucky that I have the opportunity to love you."
"Amin mela lle, Glorfindel," Erestor whispered, tears coming to his eyes as he spoke words he had waited for so long to say.
Glorfindel wrapped his arms around Erestor's waist, pressing his face to the Noldo's stomach. "Amin mela lle, Erestor," he whispered against the soft skin of his lover's abdomen.
Erestor sighed as Glorfindel caressed the soft skin of his stomach with his lips and he moaned as the Vanya's breath caressed the swollen shaft of his arousal. He whimpered as Glorfindel ran his tongue along its length, his knees nearly buckling at the sensation.
Glorfindel guided Erestor to sit on the side of the bed as he turned and knelt in front of him. He placed his hands upon the Noldo's knees, gently parting them and coming to rest between his thighs, resting his weight upon his heels. "I am going to savor this, melethron nín; we have all night and all day tomorrow to explore one another," he said in hushed tones.
The Vanya's husky voice made the pace of Erestor's heart quicken and he leaned back upon his hands and looked down at his new lover. "Maethoren vain (my beautiful warrior)," he whispered.
Glorfindel smiled and answered, "I am yours, ervainen vorn (my dark beautiful one)." He slowly ran his hands up Erestor's thighs, watching them quiver in anticipation. He lowered his mouth to the Noldo's legs, placing soft kisses upon his inner thighs, slowly working his way higher as Erestor spread his legs wider. Erestor's breathless moans were driving him mad, his own arousal throbbed inside his leggings, and he fought to ignore it, to concentrate all his efforts on pleasuring his lover.
When his lips reached the apex of Erestor's thighs, he heard the whimpering cry that issued from his red lips, and felt his lover's body arch in response. He looked up at Erestor, admiring the graceful arch of his torso, the cascade of ink-black hair that fell over his broad shoulders. He swirled his tongue around the tip of his engorged arousal, lapping up the clear fluid that leaked from its tip. Like everything else about Erestor, even this was beautiful. As he took the smooth column of flesh into his mouth he heard Erestor's whimpering cry and felt his body arch once again in response. He worked the Noldo's length with unparalleled skill, savoring his taste, the feel of his heated, silken flesh sliding between his lips.
Erestor cried out and moaned deeply, words spoken in a long forgotten tongue spilling from his lips. He felt his release build within him, emanating from deep within his core and spreading out to his chest and thighs as he rolled his hips forward, thrusting shallowly into his lover's mouth. The force of his release caused him to arch and cry out again as he fell to his back upon the bed. A blissful smile crossed his lips as Glorfindel slowly and sensuously cleaned him with his tongue, lapping up each precious drop that escaped his mouth. He moaned and undulated beneath the warrior as Glorfindel's hands hungrily consumed his body, roaming, fingers spread wide to encompass as much of him as possible. He opened his eyes and looked into the Vanya's face as Glorfindel hovered over him.
"You are beautiful when you smile, Erestor," Glorfindel whispered. "I would see you smile like that always."
A soft chuckle escaped Erestor, "Oh to always have such a reason to smile, a'maelamin."
Glorfindel laughed softly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You will have such a reason to smile each and every day if I have anything to say about it."
Erestor wrapped his arms around Glorfindel, pulling him into a deep and passionate kiss as he wrapped one leg around him. Glorfindel pulled back from the kiss and caressed Erestor's face, taking note of the sleepy expression he wore. He slid off the Noldo, causing him to shudder slightly and pulled back the covers.
"Come, meleth nín, beneath the covers with you," he said quietly.
Erestor furrowed his brow even as the corners of his mouth began to turn up into a smile. "Only if you join me," he answered.
Glorfindel nipped at the advisor's lower lip and growled playfully. "Oh I plan to, melethron nín."
Erestor groaned as Glorfindel pulled him up by the arms and gently shoved him under the blankets. No matter how Erestor tried to deny it, he was still recovering, and he grew tired easily. Glorfindel took down Erestor's braids and combed his fingers through his silken hair.
"You are a beauty, Erestor. A rare beauty indeed." Glorfindel said softly.
Erestor tugged at the tie of Glorfindel's leggings and growled, "Come to me, my great golden lion."
Glorfindel growled playfully and slid his leggings off, kicking them to the side as he joined Erestor in the bed. He gathered his lover in his arms and stroked his hair as he nuzzled the top of the Noldo's head. "Rest, meleth nín," he said softly. We have until the end of time to enjoy one another.
Erestor fought back a yawn as his hand drifted down Glorfindel's abdomen. "But you…"
Glorfindel caught his hand and whispered, "I will be fine. Rest now, I will be here when you wake." He felt Erestor's body relax even as he mumbled his protest. Within minutes, his lover's eyes were glazed over in reverie and Glorfindel himself drifted off, a contented smile gracing his lips.
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