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Title: High Lights
Author : Phi
Rating: R
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel implied Elrond/Celebrian
Warnings: AU, mentions character death, slight BDSM and wax play
Disclaimer: Wish they belonged to me but unfortunately they don't......only the plot does!
Summary: Erestor is still grieving for his lover and relives some moments of their life together.
Notes: Written for the secret Santa challenge:  my challenge was:
pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, more elf/elf-pairings are welcome, just
please stay away from Lass
scenario: welcome: angst/fluff, bdsm, h/c, d/s, au; those are only
suggestions, as long as it's elf/elf and non-rape/torture, I'll be
happy with it, feel free to use elvish and any rating you like
Didn't quite manage to fulfil the assignment but I tried my best·sorry Milly I hope you still like it though, if I had more time it would have been longer···


High Lights

Prologue

Erestor looked out across the beautiful gardens of Imladris, his lord by his side.  It had been a long time since the death of his lover, but still the pain was too much to bear - today marked the first millennia since his passing.

"I can not bear it any longer Elrond.  It is too hard to wake up every morning knowing he is not here, knowing he will not lean over and kiss me on the forehead and whisper that he loves me and I am beautiful in the mornings."

Elrond chuckled at this, everyone knew Erestor was not a morning elf.  He looked over his gardens and sighed, a long time had passed since that fateful day.  Nothing had prepared him for the death of Glorfindel or of the grieving Erestor.

***** Millennia before*****

The smoke and heat was suffocating, I began to find it hard to breath.  I felt my heart beat quicken in my ears, the pounding getting stronger and louder by the second.  The shouting of orders and the screaming of the terrified elves getting fewer and fewer.  /The end will be here soon·I must find Glorfindel!/

Glorfindel and Ecthelion were in the battle of their lives.  Three Balrogs were invading Gondolin, the small army of elves the only thing standing in the way of destruction.

"'Thelion!"  The cry of Glorfindel reached the searching ears of Erestor and he made his way towards his lover, clambering over rumble of once glorious buildings and the bodies of his dead friends and comrades.  All he could think about was reaching Glorfindel and telling him he loved him.

Glorfindel ran to the spot where he had seen Ecthelion fall, he knew there was no hope but he could not stop himself from looking.  What he saw drained the blood from his face.  Ecthelion, the once proud and mighty warrior was nothing but charred skin and bones.  He held back his tears - there would be time enough for him to grieve his friends passing, there was one more Balrog to slay.

*****Present Day*****

"Did you know Elrond, that in all the centuries we had been lovers, I had never told him I loved him?"  the tears began to run freely down Erestors' pale cheeks - scorching as they went.

"Glorfindel knew, do not doubt that."   The Lord of Imladris turned his chief advisor so they were face to face, he could easily read the doubt in his eyes.

"The hour is late, I will retire to my chambers.  I apologise for the disruption to your sleep."  "Do not worry so, I will never leave you on this of all nights."

Erestor smiled tightly and left the balcony to take the lonely journey back to his chambers.


Chapter One

That night as Erestor slept, he dreamt of Glorfindel.  Of the time they first met.

*****DREAM*****

Erestor was only a small elfling when he first met Glorfindel, the great warrior from Gondolin.  Erestor could do nothing more then stare at the blond for he was unused to see such colouring in an elf.

"Hello little one."  The deep tones of Glorfindel's voice reached the ears of his travelling companion -  Ecthelion.

Erestor smiled at the warrior and reached for his hair.  The golden locks flowed through his fingers and over his hand - it tickled slightly and the small elfling giggled and did it again.  Ecthelion saw all this and walked to the two elves.

"Picked up a stray elfling have you Glorfindel?"

"I am not a stay elfling, my nana is over there by the brook."  Erestor turned his head as he pointed to the place his nana was.

=====some years later=====

"Aiya pen neth, where are you?  I am tired of this game.  I can not find you!"  The voice of Glorfindel reached the eagerly awaiting Erestor as he hid from his warrior.  He let a stifled laugh leave his mouth, giving a small hint to his location.

Glorfindel was exacerbated.  This game of seeking and hiding was not what he had in mind when he came to visit Erestor.  He had planned to tell him of his growing feelings.  He was worried Erestor would reject him.  The giggling bought a smile to his face.  In two long strides he was by the bush Erestor was hidden under.

"Got you!"  Glorfindel laughed at the almost indignant look on Erestor's face at having been caught.  "Remember Erestor, I am a trained warrior."  The mock outrage from the young elf sent them both flying to the floor, Erestor on top.

They were both laughing as Erestor began to crow his victory at felling the powerful warrior, his movement having an effect on said warrior.

Glorfindel could feel the familiar tightening in his groin as the dark haired beauty moved atop him.  "I think we should eat now."  Glorfindel swallowed around the tightness in his throat.

Erestor gave the warrior beneath him a strange look, "You want to eat now?  But we have only just begun to play·"  The teasing tone in his voice did nothing to help Glorfindel hold onto his emotions.

Erestor decided he would take matters into his own hands - he could feel the desire of Glorfindel mirror his own.  He pressed his lower body into the warrior and shifted slightly, ensuring his need was felt.

*****WAKING UP*****

Erestor was shuddering when he awoke, his desire covering the sheet he slept under.  The dreams he had of Glorfindel always aroused him despite his grief.

/I can not do this anymore.  I can not wake every morning aching for my beloved, I can not/

 

*****Later that day*****

Lord Elrond watched as Erestor mounted his stead.  "Is this truly what you desire?"

"Yes old friend.  I fear it is the only way I will find peace."  Elrond looked at his chief advisor with dismay, he had hoped he would find away to endure and remain on Middle Earth where he was needed.

The chief advisor to Lord Elrond rode towards the gate and out of sight.

"Do not worry so Elrond, I am sure Erestor will find the peace he desires."  Elrond turned to his new wife and sighed, he could not help but worry over him - he always had and he supposed he always would.

 
Chapter Two

*****The Grey Havens*****

Erestor was lost in thought as his horse stumbled and threw him to the ground.  He hit his head on the only rock in the vicinity and lost awareness, even his thoughts stilling in to blankness.

=====The following morning=====

Erestor was gently woken by a warm body pressed close to his.  He turned slightly and blinked the sleep from his eyes.

"Who·where?" But as he turned to see who it was, the warmth disappeared. "Only a dream"  Erestor sighed and began to drift to sleep once again.

The dreams when they came were of Glorfindel and the times they had spent together.

*****DREAM*****

Erestor was getting the room ready for when Glorfindel returned.  He had been with Ecthelion on patrol for over a month and Erestor missed him greatly.  The bed was newly made and the new toys he had purchased were in a box under the bed on the side Glorfindel slept.

The sound of horses hooves rattled the windows of the little cottage and alerted Erestor who raced to the door to greet his warrior.

"Hello little one, did you miss me?"  Erestor scowled at being called little, especially since he had reach majority over a century before.

"Ay I did, but I don't know why.  You are nothing but a big bully."  Glorfindel laughed heartily and jumped off the stallion that had carried him once again home.

He led his young lover inside and quickly pulled him into a heated kiss.  He had missed his dark - haired beauty.  Erestor pulled away quickly and ran up the stairs to their bedroom calling back for Glorfindel to follow if he dared.  Glorfindel was not one to back away from a dare or a challenge took the steps three at a time and was by his beloved's side as he reached the bedroom.

Inside, Erestor had placed many candles, all lit and filling the air with a fragrance of meadow.  Glorfindel closed his eyes and smiled in appreciation.  "This is not all I have for you beloved.  It is just a start."

Glorfindel was quickly stripped of his clothing and laid gently back on the bed.  "Let me look after you, relax I have you."  The words were spoken in a near whisper as Erestor fixed the blindfold gently around his warriors eyes.  "Tonight it is about feeling, you have nothing to do but to feel and let go."

The damp cloth was run along the sweaty body lying on the bed, across the golden torso and along the long muscular thighs and calves.  He was rolled over and the cloth followed much the same path.  A splash was heard and the uncorking of a bottle.  Glorfindel frowned a little when he didn't immediately feel anything on his damp body.

Erestor smiled mischievously before he tipped the bottle from a height over the warriors back.  The quiet hiss of surprise made his smile break out into a grin.  The oil was cold for Erestor had kept it in the brook.  He massage the oil into Glorfindel's tired muscles, loving the sound of pleasures he evoked.  The oil was dribbled along the elder elf's thighs and worked into the muscles there.

Glorfindel rolled over when instructed and the same pattern was repeated.  Soon he was the most relaxed elf in all elvendon.

Suddenly and without warning, Erestor had managed to cuff his wrists to the headboard.  Glorfindel opened his mouth to protest but found a tongue was inserted.  The kiss was demanding and sweet and Glorfindel could do nothing but surrender to it.  This was what he needed, a release of tension and of responsibility that no one but his young lover seemed to understand.

The lips travelled to his throat and nipped gently there before exploring the expanse of flesh that was Glorfindel's chest.  Erestor caressed and stroked, bringing as much pleasure as he could.  He reached over to the bedside cabinet and pulled out a long candle.  He had been keeping this one hidden from view - and now it was time to light it.

The drops of wax hit Glorfindel's nipples and he reared up at the stinging sensation.  The pain was not severe, just warm and very unexpected.  The wax dried quickly and tightened around his exposed nipples.  He gasped again at the wonderful sensations this was sending along his nerve endings.  He would have to remember this and try it out on Erestor.

As soon as Glorfindel had settled once more, Erestor slowly peeled the dried pieces of wax away.  The sounds of a mewling Glorfindel sent the blood pulsing quicker to Erestor's groin.  Quickly he followed the removed wax with his mouth and laved at the erect nipples.

Glorfindel could not keep his body still and if it were not for the cuffs at his wrists he would have flipped Erestor over and pounded into him and ending the teasing all too soon.  Instead he found himself being turned over.  Erestor it seemed had other ideas.

The sensation of being stretched was something Glorfindel had never felt before.  It was odd and strangely arousing.  The fingers of his lover were gently and firm, manipulating his flesh to open.  The slide of removing fingers produced a groan of protest but soon turned to groans of pleasure as Erestor returned.

Erestor had gotten the box of toys and decided to use the butt plug and paddle.  A good spanking would do them both a great deal of good, helping to relieve all the tension and pressure heaped upon them both.  He gently and firmly began to slide his fingers along the back of Glorfindel's thighs and gently squeezed his buttocks.  His fingers then found their way to the most secret entrance and started in earnest.  The stretching was erotic to watch and Erestor was fascinated by the play of muscles, the opening and closing of his lover's anus and the moans of his lover.

He greased up the toy with the oil he had used on his lover's muscles and slowly pressed against the opening.

The feeling of something cold sent shivers along Glorfindel's spine.  It was not the warm softness he had been expecting.  This was cold and hard.  His body opened for it all the same and began to relax as his passage was opened.

The feelings of being full before did not compare to this feeling.  He winced a couple of times in pain, but there was no lasting pain he had imagined.  The object was soon embedded and he clenched a couple of times around it and found if he squeezed hard enough, his cock would jump in pleasure.

Erestor noted with satisfaction that there had been little pain and stood back from the bed.  Glorfindel was too distracted by the new toy that he did not notice straight away.

"Erest -aaaaahhhh!"  The stinging bite of the holed paddle ripped the cry from Glorfindel's lips.  He wasn't sure he liked this game anymore but he trusted Erestor with his very life.

Smack Thwack Smack

There was little rest between the blows and his buttocks were turning a deeper shade of red and white.  Erestor loving caressed his skin and murmured his appreciation of look.  He pulled his arm back further and rained down a few more powerful blows.  Glorfindel was moaning and writhering in need, his cock rock hard and weeping.

"How do you feel beloved?"  "I need you Erestor.  I need to feel your desire for me."

Erestor could feel his cock twitch in response and quickly put down the paddle.  He slipped between Glorfindel and the bed and continued to spank his lover with his hand, the moans from his lover increasing in pitch and loudness.

In just a few short blows, his hand was red and tingling, and his thighs were covered in Glorfindel's cum.   The butt plug was still imbedded deeply Erestor let Glorfindel suckle on his cock and leant over to slowly fuck his arse with it.

Glorfindel pulled his lover's cock deeply into his mouth.  It had been so long since he had tasted him. He wanted to feel the weight of Erestor's balls in his hands and caress his thighs, but he was still cuffed.  He let his tongue stroke the length of cock, around the head and along the slit.  He swallowed it deeply and set up a rhythm···down···up···lick···suck···down···he knew this would excite his lover.

The rhythm of caresses on his cock was breaking down his resistance, he couldn't hold back his pleasure much longer.  Glorfindel was very talented at using his mouth.  He quickly pulled the plug out and his cock from the hungry mouth, "There will be time enough for that beloved."

He pushed his cock into his waiting lover's arse and began a slow steady pace, wanting to give and receive the greatest amount of pleasure.  Too soon for his liking, Erestor began to thrust quicker and deeper - going all the way in on and all the way out.

Feeling the quickening pace, Glorfindel started to milk his beloved's cock, squeezing on the push in and relaxing on the pull out.  His own spent cock renewing its life.

The coupling ended quickly, with Erestor emptying his seed deep inside the only elf he had ever loved.

*****Waking*****

The sheet under which Erestor had slept was once again covered with his desire.  He curled into a ball and cried bitter tears, he no longer wished to feel alone, he no longer wished to feel.  Today he would take the ship to Valinor and there he would rest and await his beloved's rebirth and hopefully their reunion.

The End


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