THE RASCAL
Overall rating: yellow (see rating explanation below)
Category: slash (two male Elves in love)
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Erestor/Orophin
Status: complete
Warnings: feisty!Erestor
Beta: The lovely Miss Enismirdal
Summary: It was not easy for Erestor and Glorfindel to find each other. But staying together proves to be quite a task as well!
Author's notes: the promised sequel to "Thieving Magpie". Do not let the pairings fool you - as in my other alternative universe, Erestor is a one-Elf-Elf. Well - mostly.
The following chapter contains a really, really corny tribute to the Looney Tunes. If you can find it, I will hug you and squeeze you and call you George.
CHAPTER 3/8
In which Glorfindel discusses cold noses and gentle hands.
It was very late when Erestor returned to his chamber, and so he was not surprised to find Glorfindel gone. The warrior was always very cautious about staying the night.
He worried that he and Erestor could become the talk of Imladris.
He worried that Elrond might be upset.
He worried about a million things.
Erestor worried about nothing.
Truth be told, Erestor and Glorfindel had nothing in common. They spent most of the time they were together arguing. Glorfindel did his best to teach Erestor some manners. Erestor did his best to forget everything Glorfindel had told him as quickly as possible.
And yet, neither of them would have wanted to part from the other.
It was an odd companionship those two Elves had. There had never been any talk of love. There were no shared rooms, no signs of affection in public. Erestor had simply claimed a place in Glorfindel's life and bed, and Glorfindel had allowed it. Both would have protested had anybody dared to suggest that they were in love. Glorfindel was too bitter about his former life to admit it, and Erestor was too young to know.
Right now, Erestor was in dire need of company, so he directed his steps to Glorfindel's chamber. After looking right and left to ensure nobody was watching him, he entered.
“Can you not, just for once, enter a room after knocking first like every other Elf?” Glorfindel growled, for he had just been in the process of changing into his sleeping pants and stood naked in front of the bed.
“Pray tell, what Elves come to visit you at this time of the night?” Erestor asked merrily. “I certainly hope it is only I who has the privilege of your illustrious companionship.”
Glorfindel rolled his eyes and tied up his sleeping pants.
“You do not pay any attention to the things I say, but you already talk as stilted as one of Elrond’s other advisors. How come?”
Erestor grinned.
“Because I know it annoys you. And why do you wear those silly pants, anyway? As I will take them off very soon, there is really no point in putting them on in the first place.”
Glorfindel glared at Erestor, but did not answer. He slipped between the sheets, pulling them high up so that only the tips of his ears and some strands of blond hair could be seen, and turned his back demonstratively to Erestor.
Erestor was not impressed. He had figured out very soon that Glorfindel was all bark, but no bite. Quickly he divested himself of his garments, and slipped into the bed, pulling not too gently on the bedsheets.
“Would you please stop stealing the covers, for the Valar’s sake,” Glorfindel muttered. “You have your own bed. Go and sleep in that red-plushed nightmare of yours and leave me well alone.”
Erestor spooned behind Glorfindel and wrapped an arm around his waist.
“It is not red. It is called ‘burgundy’. Furthermore, it is velvet, not plush, you peasant. And it looks far better and feels more comfortable than this chamber here that even an Orc would shun.”
Glorfindel tried to move away from Erestor, but there was the wall, and so he accepted his fight and allowed the rascal to pull him closer. He did not suffer too much, though, as it actually felt very nice being held like this.
Not that he would have admitted it, of course. Instead, Glorfindel continued his lament.
“Orcs shun my home, indeed? So what are you doing here?”
Erestor snuggled closer up and began to nuzzle the nape of Glorfindel’s neck.
“I am here to hug you and squeeze you and call you Fin.”
“Very well, you can stop it then, because I wish neither to be hugged nor squeezed, and definitely not to be called Fin!” Glorfindel stated, but the last syllable turned into a slight squeak as Erestor had begun to run the tips of his fingers gently over Glorfindel’s chest and had touched a particularly sensitive spot.
“Of course you want to,” Erestor purred. “Otherwise you would not have goose-bumps right now.”
“I have goose-bumps because your nose is freezing cold.”
“That is only because it is so long. You know what they say about long noses…”
Glorfindel, on the receiving end of Erestor’s nimble fingers, had no idea what people said about long noses, and he did not care, anyway. It was so wonderful to let go, to allow Erestor to be in charge, and to succumb to the gentle caresses. Now if that ruddy Elf only had been able to keep quiet for just a minute!
Right now, however, Erestor could not talk as he was far too busy nibbling on the tip of Glorfindel’s left ear, and the warrior almost melted into the mattress.
Erestor let go of the ear and began to plant tiny kisses on Glorfindel’s shoulder, while he ran the tips of his fingers over Glorfindel's stomach and hip bones. Those were only ghosts of touches, and Erestor made sure not to touch Glorfindel intimately yet, but he could drive Glorfindel mad with it. The tease - Glorfindel knew well from bittersweet experience that Erestor could have kept this sweet torture up for hours.
As with many things, this was a game of control and power. Every time, Glorfindel was determined not to give in, to make Erestor succumb, and every time, he could not bear it any longer and finally begged Erestor for his release.
But right now, that point was not reached yet, and Glorfindel clenched his jaws. Today, this game would be played by his rules!
Alas, Erestor had different plans. He was now raking his fingernails up the inside of Glorfindel's thigh, at a maddeningly slow speed. Despite his determination not to give in, Glorfindel involuntarily bucked his hips, longing for a more intimate touch. He could feel Erestor's erection nudge at his backside.
"Will you give in?" Erestor whispered, and Glorfindel, biting his tongue to prevent a groan, shook his head firmly.
"Are you sure?" Erestor asked, stroking over the tip of Glorfindel's erection with his fingernail. This darned tease! He knew well which buttons to push, and Glorfindel's self-restraint disappeared into thin air.
"Please..." he groaned, and the lovely fiend teasing him giggled.
"Ah, you are not sure. How comes I am not surprised?" Erestor licked slowly and sensually along the ridge of Glorfindel's ear. "I like it when you beg," he whispered. "Now take yourself, golden one... it is what you want, I know it."
Glorfindel pushed back, sighing happily when he felt Erestor deep inside him. Erestor’s movements were in slow-motion, teasing and making Glorfindel's head spin.
“That is it, just let go. Let me look after you, my beautiful dusty fossil.”
Glorfindel started, and Erestor yelped at the sudden movement.
"Ouch!" he protested. "Do not break anything off that you might wish to use again in future!"
“Beautiful <i>what</i>?”
“Fossil. Dusty fossil. You know, the lithified remains of the giant wargs or dragons from the old ages that you can find in the mountains, and which are…”
“I know what a fossil is!” Glorfindel boomed. “What I wish to know is how come you called me one!”
Erestor giggled.
“This, my dear Fin, shall remain my secret for a little while longer. I have to warn you that there will be quite some commotion in Imladris within the next few weeks. I would just kindly ask you to play along, not get upset, trust me in all things and, most importantly of all, not attempt to hunt me down with a battle axe, no matter the circumstances.”
For a while, there was silence. Then Glorfindel asked: “Do I even want to know what you are talking about?”
Erestor pondered on the question.
“Probably not,” he finally answered. “You are only concerned peripherally, anyway. And now relax, Fin. I have dreamt all day of holding you. Do not let possible diplomatic disagreements with Lothlórien and Lord Celeborn on the war path distract you from enjoying the pleasures Middle-earth’s most nimble fingers will bestow upon you.”
Glorfindel relaxed and closed his eyes, leaning back into Erestor’s arms. Who was Celeborn, anyway!
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TBC