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Disclaimer: I do not own Glorfindel, nor Erestor, nor even Elrond. I make no money from this, only a great deal of satisfaction, although I can practically guarantee that Glorfindel is recieving more satisfaction from it than I. ;)
Summary: A Challenge Acceptance. Glorfindel is using a forbidden aphrodesiac on Erestor. Will he ever look beyond the drug-induced passion and learn to love the elf beneath?

A Library of Moria Plot Challenge: Hyperbole The Great said:

Someone is using an aphrodisiac on another, repeatedly, to get them into bed. The one being dosed actually does not mind the sex but hates that they can't convince the one dosing them that the potion is unneeded.
Any pairing but elf/elf or elf/man is my preference.
And Ertia said...himmmm... I can do that!

--Two Elves--

Glorfindel stood and stretched, yawning mightily. He was not all that weary, but it had been a long day and he would much rather have been on the training fields than in his office, poring over the annual reassignments of Imladris' forces. A knock on his door preceded Erestor tucking his head in. "Coming to dinner, mellon?"
"Dinner time already?" Glorfindel must have missed the bells. He looked out the window at the fading sun and realized that the hour had grown late. "Yes, Erestor, I'm coming."
Erestor nodded sedately and backed a step into the hallway. He looked as calm and cool as ever, his black formal robes draping his slender form and his black hair setting off his silver-grey eyes. To many elves, Erestor seemed distant and cold, too caught up in his work to truly experience the fun in life. Glorfindel had once thought so, too. Now, as he followed the staid Councilor down the hallway, he admired the fall of blue-black hair against the true-black robes. There was much more to this elf than met the eye, Glorfindel thought to himself, then grinned, and he loved seeing how much more there was.
Dinner was a quiet affair with the twins out on patrol, Arwen in Lothlorien, and many elves working or playing late outdoors on the warm summer evening. Elrond ate quietly, then excused himself to go for a walk before the chef even brought out dessert. Glorfindel smiled at the bowls of strawberries and cream and snagged Elrond's bowl before the chef could return it to the kitchens.
"You are wicked, Glorfindel." Erestor smirked as he watched the Seneschal dump Elrond's share over his own and spoon a large scoop into his mouth.
"Yes, I am." Glorfindel winked at Erestor and pointed his now empty spoon, "Now eat your dessert, Councilor."
Erestor frowned but turned to his own dessert. Glorfindel made his move easily, waiting until Erestors eyes closed in appreciation of the sweet tang of the first strawberries of summer. The powdered linleaf he pinched into Erestor's half empty glass was quickly stirred in as he refilled both their wine glasses from the carafe on the table.
They ate slowly in companionable silence, enjoying the sweet berries. "Ah." Erestor sighed at last, his bowl empty. "I do adore the first fruits of summer."
Glorfindel restrained his own smirk. "I'm certain you do, mellon nin. Now, shall we retire to the parlor for a game of chess? I believe I still owe you a good thrashing."
Erestor stood and they made their way down the hallway. They had barely reached the small parlor that adjoined the Peredhal families wing when Erestor stopped and turned to face Glorfindel. Glorfindel waited, admiring the pink flush that illuminated Erestor's cheeks.
"I don't feel very well." Erestor said softly, "I am sorry, 'Findel. You shall have to display your superior game skills another night."
Glorfindel reached a steadying hand to Erestor's shoulder. "Aye. Come, I'll see you to your room."
Erestor gave him an odd look, his eyes straying from Glorfindel's hand upon his arm and back to the crystal gaze of the Balrog Slayer. "'Findel?"
Glorfindel was already guiding him gently back down the hallway, but bypassed Erestor's room, opening the door to his own quarters instead. He gently led the Councilor in and guided him to sit on the bed. "Hush, 'Tor."
"No. I won't hush." Erestor said quietly, his words slurring slightly, "You've done it again, haven't you? What was it? The wine? The strawberries?"
Glorfindel knelt before Erestor and gently slid first one soft leather shoe free, and then the other. Then he took Erestor's hands and held them in his own. "The wine tonight, meldir." He kissed Erestor's fingers lightly, drawing them into his mouth and heard Erestor sigh.
Leaning up, Glorfindel kissed Erestor's open mouth before he could speak to protest. Erestor moaned into his mouth and Gorfindel answered by slipping his tongue along Erestor's lips. The returning gasp told him all he needed to know. His hands released Erestors to move up to the catch at the throat of his robes, unhooking it and baring the pale flesh beneath as he deepened the kiss, feeling Erestor respond tentatively.
When he released Erestor's lips the Councilor was panting, his eyes wide and his cheeks flushed. " 'Fin, please...."
"Yes, Erestor." Glorfindel smiled into the pale eyes as he pushed the harsh black robes away from Erestor's shoulders. He so loved those eyes, wide with passion. The fingers that reached for him trembled slightly, and Glorfindel shivered as they danced across his arms. "Yes, Erestor, whatever you wish."
Gently, softly, he pushed Erestor back onto the bed, exposing his long his perfect body, so pale in the Ithil's light as it traced through the patterned window panes. Unlacing Erestor's leggings, he slid them free, admiring the beauty that was Erestor. He was like a white willow, slender and still so strong for all his seemingly delicate features, Glorfindel thought to himself as he reached to stroke a hand across Erestor's stomach, feeling the muscles contract and give with the stroke of his fingers.
Erestor watched him though shuttered eyes, one hand extended to reach for him, but Glorfindel stood suddenly and disrobed. He came back to the bed and stretched out beside Erestor, kissing the palm that reached up to caress his face. "Are you warm enough? Would you like a fire?"
Erestor looked at him for a moment with confusion in his eyes and then smiled, that bestial smile that Glorfindel knew from long experience came in these moments alone. His voice was a command mixed with a plea, "No, you keep me warm, 'Findel. Now."
"As you wish." Glorfindel reached for Erestor, pulling him against him, rocking their bodies together. He could feel Erestor's erection against his thigh and knew that he was nearly as hard himself. Side by side, they lay, kissing, hands exploring, touching, as mouths tasted, and fingers stroked.
Glorfindel felt Erestor's body tense. His hands, originally tender and uncertain, became demanding, his fingers wrapping around Glorfindel's erection in a tight grip. His mouth closed over Glorfindel's thoat, sucking hard, releasing only to find a firmer grip in the hallow of his throat, and then lower at his collarbone, and then at last claiming one hard nipple.
Glorfindel gave himself up to it, the pain and pleasure mingling as Erestor bit, pinched and clawed. His passion was as consuming as the the raging waters of the Bruinen in the spring floods, and Glorfindel surrendered to it's current, letting it wash over him in icy floods. Then Erestor was pulling back, his hands on Glorfindel's hips to pull him over him. "Now, 'Fin. Please, now."
Glorfindel rose to his knees and reached to the covered basket on the bedside table. Looking down, he saw Erestor was already pulling his legs up, exposing himself wantonly as he threw his head back. Pleadingly, he begged again, "Now. I want you."
"And I want you, 'tor, but you must be patient a moment." Glorfindel slicked his hand with the sweet salve and stroked Erestor with it, gently pressing against his opening as Erestor writhed and tried to push down on him. Glorfindel withdrew his hand slightly, loving how Erestor squirmed, trying to get closer. "Patience, Erestor. You don't want it to hurt, do you?"
His soft reminder of pain made Erestor pause and Glorfindel slipped a finger into him, finding him relaxed and waiting, even though he tried to tense his inner muscles to draw Glorfindel's hand deeper. Glorfindel sighed at the sight before him, the magnificent, cool Chief Councilor of Imladris on his back, moaning and writhing in time to the fingers that Glorfindel moved within him. He lowered his head, lapping the head of Erestor's smooth erection with a wet tongue, murmuring, "You are beautiful, 'Tor."
"Aii!" Erestor growled, "'Stop teasing or I'll...I'll..."
"What?" Glorfindel slowly withdrew his fingers and raised his head. "You will what, my night-time beauty?"
Erestor threw his head back, reaching with both arms and catching Glorfindel's namesake mane in his fingers. "Arrrgh."
"Arg?" Glorfindel asked teasingly, even as he slicked his erection and leaned forward, "That is a very un-scholarly thing to say, isn't it?"
"Glo...r...f.." Erestor's words faded off in a grunt as Glorfindel slowly pushed himself into his burning body.
"Yes, my night-time beauty. Oh, yes." Glorfindel encouraged him as he leaned forward, his golden hair falling freely about Erestor's body as he slid himself to the hilt in Erestor's inviting warmth.
Erestor released his grip on Glorfindel's hair and reached for his arms, pulling him into a desperate rthythm. "Mmm..now...mo...nee...wan...now..."
Glorfindel, used to these long ramblings, just gave him exactly what he asked for. More and now and fulfilled Erestor's need as the Councilor fell away and only the passion ravaged Elf remained, thrusting desperately beneath him, fingers digging into his arms, his mouth open and eyes wide as they gazed into Glorfindel's face.
It was all Glorfindel ever hoped for, that look of passion, of abandon, of pure luxuraition in their lovemaking. Glorfindel could hold back no more as he watched his lover surrender to his need and he moaned Erestor's name as he reached his slicked hand between them to take Erestor's throbbing erection into his fingers. "Yes, my beauty. Now...with me... yes.."
Erestor threw his head back, a wordless cry escaping from his lips as Glorfindel's final thrusts filled and fulfilled him. Glorfindel felt hot seed spray over his hand and across his chest and surrendered to his own release, throwing himself over Erestor to bury his face against his neck, breath in his scent as he released himself.
Slowly, Erestor's breathing began to ease and Glorfindel raised up, slowly withdrawing from him. Erestor's hands grabbed him and pulled him back down to lie beside him and Glorfindel pulled him close, kissing his lips gently. "Thank you, my night time beauty."
Erestor shook his head, "You're always welcome, my golden knight. Always." But his voice was sad and he sighed as he tucked his face against Glorfindel's shoulder.
Glorfindel stroked his hair gently, kissing his forehead and cradling him until he felt Erestor fall into sleep. Then he quietly rose and fetched a towel, wiping away their seed from their bodies before pulling a coverlet over Erestor.

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In the morning, Erestor woke to the sounds of birdsong. A smile lit his face before he focused his eyes and looked about him. His smile instantly fell away. He was in Glorfindel's room again. He shut his eyes and sighed. As always, the Balrog Slayer was up and about already, leaving him alone in the bedroom, piecing together the madness of the night before.
What had he done this time? As the memories came back, he was relieved to find that they were mostly pleasant, and he had not embarrassed himself in front of his friend. Friend? Or lover? Were they lovers?
Erestor stood and frowned. Glorfindel had fetched a fresh robe from his room for him and hung it over a chair. Certainly they were lovers in that they made love, but it was always at Glorfindel's discretion, and always with the linleaf. Why? He sighed as he dressed, looking in the mirror to ensure he didn't have any embarrassing marks on him. He smiled slightly as he recalled that Glorfindel was likely to not appear shirtless on the training field for a few days. Served him right.
Thinking to avoid the chaos that was the dining hall, he made his way down to the kitchens for breakfast, and was surprised to find Glorfindel there. He nodded his head graciously, "Good morning, Glorfindel."
"And a fine morning to you as well, Lord Erestor. I trust you spent a pleasant night?" There was no tease in Glorfindel's tone, no hint of anything amiss, and Erestor had to exercise all of his restraint not to snap at him that he very well knew what kind of night Erestor had.
"Pleasant indeed." Erestor managed to say calmly as he helped himself to buttered scones and hot tea.
"Very well, then." Glorfindel nodded and turned to leave, a scone in one hand and a nut roll in the other, "I shall see you this evening."
"Lord Glorfindel," Erestor somehow was able to keep his voice from squeeking. "I have something I would like to discuss with you. Is there a good time in your schedule today?"
"Before dinner? Say, at the fourth bell?" Glorfindel answered, his eyes on the door lintel.
"That would be acceptable." Erestor stared at his scones until the golden warrior had left the hall. With a sigh, he took a sip of his tea and added more honey to it. Now that he had called the game, what was he going to say?
He loved Glorfindel. That much was certain. As more than friends? As more than.. his mind whispered the words, 'sex-partners'? He was not an elf given overmuch to expressing himself, preferring to keep his opinions and emotions close and very separate. He hated that Glorfindel felt the need to drug him with linleaf just to get him in bed.
Was he not enough for the slayer on his own, that he needed to be dosed with the forbidden plant in order to be made love to? Glorfindel was always so tender, called him his 'beauty' but they never spoke of love.
Erestor made his way to his office and started to work, but he was distracted. What if Glorfindel didn't really want him? What if he was only using the linleaf to ease his own fears of rejection and so took an easy target; the quiet Councilor. Wouldn't Glorfindel be more suited to another warrior? To someone like Legolas, although the Mirkwood prince was not often in Imladris, the two would make a magnificent couple.
For a moment, Erestor found himself imaging the blond Thranduilion entwined with the golden haired Balrog Slayer and had to stop immediately lest he find himself unable to work at all! At last, he lowered his face to his hands and simply sat, trying to find in his muddled brain the answers to the questions he could not solve.
Finally, the fourth bell chimed and he straightened his desk and waited. The fourth and quarter bell chimed, and then the fourth and half. Erestor frowned and turned away towards the window. Glorfindel couldn't even face him! He hadn't come at all! How coward...
"Lord Erestor, my apologies." Glorfindel entered with a formal bow. "I was delayed with an injured trainee."
Erestor turned slowly from the window, taking a deep breath to steady himself. It was as well he did, for Glorfindel's appearance nearly sent him into shock. His yellow training tunic was stained with blood and there were droplets on his face and his hair.
"Valar! Glorfindel, what happened?" Erestor's voice came out higher than he would have liked but he was too focused on the blood covering his lover to notice the strange expression that crossed Glorfindel's face, something between joy and triumph.
Glorfindel shrugged. "Nothing, really. One of my cadets made an error and cut himself. Deep but not dangerous. Elrond is stitching it now. It will be a good lesson for him. I can guarantee he won't make the same mistake again."
Erestor stood dumbstruck as Glorfindel dropped casually into a chair. After a long silence, the Balrog Slayer prompted, "Erestor? You had something you wanted to discuss?"
"I..ah..yes." Erestor stepped from behind his desk and went to the door, closing it, and, as an afterthought, snapping the latch closed.
Glorfindel gave him a severe look as he came back and sat down in the opposite chair.
Erestor met his eyes, trying to not lose himself in that sky-like gleam. "I... Glorfindel..."
"No. You Erestor. I Glorfindel." Glorfindel said calmly, reminding them both of the game that had amused Elladan and Elrohir for hours when they were elflings.
Erestor smiled then, some of his unease melting away. "We have long been friends, have we not?"
Glorfindel smiled back, giving no hint to his emotions. "I think we're somewhat more than friends, aren't we?"
"I don't know." Erestor shot back, his tension coming to a head at last. "I don't know what we are anymore. I... Glorfindel...I want this to stop."
"You want us to stop being friends?" Glorfindel asked jauntily, pretending to not know what Erestor meant.
"Yes. I.. No! I mean.." Erestor stopped and took another deep breath, wishing that it didn't bring with it the sweet scent of Glorfindel. "Glorfindel. Stop. No more games. No more linleaf. No more making me want you when I am just as happy to be friends."
Glorfindel froze, tilting his head slowly. When he spoke, it was with the calm force of the warrior, "No more making you want me?"
Erestor stared at him, not sure what he had expected, but this was not it.
"But you do want me, Erestor. As much as I want you." Glorfindel said steadily, standing and stepping towards Erestor's chair.
"Not like that, Glorfindel." Erestor found his voice fading slightly, "Not when I can't be myself. I just want... you don't really want me, do you?"
And his voice was a plea for Glorfindel to say no, to say that he was just using him until someone else came along. To make the other alternatives that tossed around in his mind go away forever.
Glorfindel dropped to his knees before Erestor, and reached one hand to rest on his thigh. "If I did not want you, why would I go through the trouble of procuring a banned herb and dosing you with it?"
Erestor shook his head. "That is what I do not understand. If you want me...if you cared about me..." His voice dropped off and tears welled in his eyes. Valar, this hurt. It was one thing to think it, another entirely to speak it out loud. He was the Chief Councilor of Imladris, he could do this. He could say anything and make others believe it. That was his job. He blinked away the tears and looked straight at Glorfindel. "If you want me, all you have to do is ask. If I'm just an easy target, Glorfindel..If I'm just a convenience for you, then I beg you, mellon, let me go."
"Oh Valar, Erestor." Glorfindel's voice was laced with regret. "Is that what you think? That I'm just using you until someone else comes along?"
"What else am I supposed to think? You give me the linleaf without my consent, seduce me and then leave me to wake alone in the morning, You never speak to me of it. WE never speak of it. What am I supposed to think, 'Findel?" Erestor wanted to push him away from him, to stand and pace to the far side of the room, but the warm hand on his thigh paused him. He dared not meet Glorfindel's gaze, instead staring at the strong hand, pale against his dark robes.
"I am not using you, Erestor. You are very dear to me." Glorfindel paused, his fingers tightening slightly, his eyes focused on the blue embroidered edge of Erestors black robe. "That is why, once I knew you were interested, I used the linleaf. You are so cold sometimes, 'tor. You never let anyone know what you feel. If you turned that coldness to me..." Glorfindel raised his crystal blue eyes to Erestor's face. "I do not think I could face that. When I gave you the linleaf the first time, I admit, I used a bit much. I didn't know what your tolerances would be."
Erestor grimaced and looked away. Glorfindel was afraid he would reject him? His voice was dry as he recounted, "We copulated on the dining hall balcony, Glorfindel. During luncheon."
Glorfindel gave him a sweet smile. "And it was good, wasn't it?"
Erestor frowned, but there was a light in his eyes as he turned his face back to Glorfindel. "Yes, I admit it was quite good, however..."
"And every time since has been good, Erestor. I wouldn't trade a single moment." Glorfindel said earnestly, "I want you. I know you want me. And I know you just can't say so. I know it's too frightening for you to contemplate that someone can see through that cool exterior of yours. I know why you wear that mask, but the linleaf helps you take it off. I love the elf who cries out underneath me, who begs me to take him, and who begs to take me. I love the elf who drops to his knees and sucks me into his mouth before we're even in a private place."
Erestor blushed at that last bit. How well he remembered that particular incident!
"I love that elf, Erestor. As much as I love the cool, collected elf who sits behind that desk all day, and makes Imladris run. I love the elf who sits in councils and persuades even Elrond to do the things that are right. But that elf is cold, Erestor, he doesn't love me, not like the elf who was in my bed last night."
Erestor made a frustrated sound and Glorfindel reached for him, grabbing both of his arms as Erestor turned back to him, his expression pained, and his eyes filled with tears as he spoke in a firm, quiet voice. "'Fin...I am that elf. I am both elves. If you love me, you must take me as I am. As both the elf that I am now and the elf I was last night. For whichever elf I may seem to be, I am still the elf that wants you, and no other."
Glorfindel paused, then suddenly leaned up and claimed Erestor's lips in a deep kiss. Erestor responded, tentatively at first, then more confidently as he realized that Glorfindel was not going to back down or release him all that easily. At last, Glorfindel let him go and remained kneeling before him, his eyes on Erestor.

"Now, it is nearly time for supper and I must bathe if I'm to be presentable." He gestured his blood spattered tunic. "If you are serious, and are truly ready, then please, come to me tonight after supper. Let me see you, Erestor. All of you."
And with that, Glorfindel tenderly touched his cheek, then stood and strode to the door. Just before he closed it behind him, he paused and regarded Erestor seriously, "This will change nothing for us, Erestor. You have my word."
Erestor watched the door close and took a shaky breath. Change nothing? How could this change nothing? It would change everything.

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Dinner was another quiet affair, although Elrond stayed for dessert this night. Glorfindel, however, excused himself and grinned cheekily when his dearest friends expressed surprised. "I have had a long day, and if I eat that honey almond cake it will only disturb my rest."
He gave them a quick bow and then strolled jauntily out of the dining hall, leaving Elrond staring after him. "I would swear he's up to something, Erestor."
"Lord Glorfindel? What could he possibly be up to?" Erestor replied as calmly as always, "You have a suspicious mind, Elrond."
The Elf Lord chuckled, "Perhaps I do. And what about you, mellon?"
"What about me?" Erestor asked, outwardly nonchallant, although panic stabbed into his stomach.
"You have eaten every bite of your meal, even the broccoli. And you hate broccoli... or did you forget? And now you are eating Glorfindel's share of the cake as well as your own."
Erestor shrugged. It was true. He was eating to abate his nerves and he knew that it would only likely make him sick. "And how often has Glorfindel eaten yours or my share of dessert? I happen to like honey cake. "
Elrond had to laugh at that but he shook his head, appraising Erestor with a keen eye. "All right. Keep your secrets. Do you fancy a walk by the river after supper?"
"Nay." Erestor shook his head, madly trying to think of an excuse. "I have some work I want to finish up."
Elrond pushed back his chair with a sigh. "You work too hard, Erestor. "
Erestor watched him leave for his walk with a growing sense of discord. Why was he so nervous? He and Glorfindel had been intimate more times than he could count. And he did desire Glorfindel, indeed, loved his jaunty pride, his severe beauty, his strength, and his great gentleness. Wise and strong and sensual was Glorfindel, Seneschal of Imladris, and Erestor would be out of his mind not to go to him.

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At last, Erestor bolstered his courage and left the dining hall. In his own rooms, he changed from his staid black formal robes into a simple grey robe and leggings. Unbraiding his hair, he brushed it down until it shone. The sun was setting and the chill of dusk was in the air when he finally turned from the mirror. Swallowing the lump that rose in his throat, he made his way down the hallway, and stood for long moment, staring at Glorfindel's door, with it's imprint of the Golden Flower and his personal seal embracing the doorframe.
At last, he raised his hand and tentatively knocked.
There was a long pause, and he reached to knock again just as it swung inwards.
Erestor gasped.
Glorfindel stood framed in the fading light from the window. He wore only soft black breeches, his golden hair loose and flowing, his skin gleaming in candlelight, and a gentle smile on his face. "You came."
He was stunning. Erestor tried to say so, but the only words that fell out of his open mouth were, "Yes, I have come."
Glorfindel stood back and gestured for him to enter, his eyes perusing his lover. Erestor was beautiful, severe and dark and delicate. He smelled sweet, of lavender and honey. It was all Glorfindel could do to keep from sweeping him into his arms.
But he would not do that tonight. Tonight had to be Erestor's choice. His decision.
"May I offer you some wine?"
At Erestor's sharp look, Glorfindel smiled slightly. "Just wine, 'Tor. I promised you, no linleaf this night."
"All the same, I think I will pass." Erestor said with a tight lipped smile.
"As you wish." Glorfindel acceded graciously. "Perhaps some tea, then?"
Erestor responded to the tease in his voice with a strained half-smile. "My thanks, but no."
"Water?" Glorfindel tried again, knowing the joke was running thin even as he threw himself onto the soft sofa before the fireplace. At last he sighed, "Come and sit by me, Erestor. I don't bite."
"Yes, you do." Erestor replied with a smirk, but he came to Glorfindel's side and tried to settle comfortably beside him. Still, his hands were unsteady and his heart pounded in his chest as he straightened his robe. Slowly taking in a breath of Glorfindel scented air, he steadied himself and turned to face the cause of his unrest. " Glorfindel..."
The Balrog Slayer turned his gleaming eyes to Erestor's face, inwardly cringing at what he saw there, the steady dark eyes with no emotion, the calm set of the tender pale lips...this was the Chief Councilor of Imladris. "Yes, Erestor?"
"May I kiss you?" The words were tender and yet eager, as gently said as if to a young elleth on a springs eve, although the steady expression never changed.
Glorfindel nodded, leaning towards Erestor. "Yes."
The kiss was gentle, thoughtful, even kind in it's tenderness. Glorfindel tried to deepen it, to push closer but Erestor drew back a fraction and softly flicked his tongue across Glorfindel's lips. Erestor persisted in the soft, unintrusive kiss, reaching one hand to cup Glorfindel's cheek as much to feel Glorfindel's skin beneath his own as to steady it's trembling.
At last, Erestor drew back from the kiss and smiled slightly. Glorfindel stayed still, his head still craned forward, waiting for Erestor's next move. It came slowly, Erestor slipping his hand from Glorfindel's cheek down to his neck, curving gently to pull his face to Erestor's once more.
This time, Erestor deepened the kiss without hesitation. The Councilor came to the forefront and the kiss was technical, commanding, and judicious. Glorfindel found himself responding perfunctorily, doing exactly as Erestor wanted him to do. He reached his hands to Erestor's waist, his mouth surrendering to the precision of the kiss. Then he found himself raised up as Erestor stood, taking him with him, pulling him to the bed to stretch him against the soft coverlets, the sweet scent of lavender surrounding him.
Erestor moved over him, his eyes black in the candlelight, his expression serious and calm. Glorfindel tried to smile up at him, reach to stroke his raven hair, but Erestor shook his head slightly, reaching one hand to hover over Glorfindel's naked chest, his voice deep and low as he asked, "May I touch you?"
"Yes, please, Erestor." Glorfindel replied softly, wishing that Erestor would stop asking and start doing.
With infinite patience, Erestor stroked his hand across Glorfindel's familiar body, seeking out his weakest spots, as his mouth sought out first one pale nipple and then the other. Every move was calculated, and Glorfindel sighed softly as he realized that Erestor had somehow removed his own robe and was slowly rubbing his bare flesh against Glorfindel's body. Erestor kissed him again, cool and tender, encouraging him at last to respond.
It was all Glorfindel could do not to grab the advisor around the waist, roll him over, pin him down and make love to him with all of the passion that he desired, but he held himself back. This was for Erestor. And it was... Glorfindel paused in his thoughts as Erestor unlaced his leggings and slid them off, returning to gently cup Glorfindel's genitals in his hand. It was... methodical. Serious. Calm. Just like Erestor.
For his lover's sake, Glorfindel tried to hold back his disappointment, responding as he knew Erestor would like, only touching him where the Councilor himself placed his seeking hands. He allowed Erestor all of the control and surrendered politely when Erestor turned him over and pulled him to his knees, reaching himself to hand Erestor the oil from the bedside stand.
As dispassionate as their lovemaking seemed, Glorfindel could not hold back a moan of satisfaction as he felt Erestor fill him, pushing back to bring to his lover closer, to try to inspire in him some, nay, any, of the passion that he knew Erestor to be capable of. Erestor remained still for a long moment, his fingers tracing Glorfindel's golden skin, caressing his silken hair, then he slowly began to rock back and forth. When Glorfindel tried to move faster, to deepen the strokes and increase their pace, Erestor held his hips still, keeping his control absolute.
Glorfindel tried all the tricks he knew from every encounter he had ever had, tensing his internal muscles, groaning in time to the thrusts, pleading for Erestor to lose control and just take him, but nothing worked. Erestor maintained his steady pace, at last increasing as he reached his own peak, a shuddering, silent orgasm, tightly controlled as Glorfindel moaned and begged beneath him.
Erestor slowly withdrew his softening member, although Glorfindel ground back against him, his vocal pleas turned to physical ones.
Gently, Erestor rolled him, turning him to his back, and wrapping one hand around his erection, stroking it firmly. Glorfindel opened his eyes and swallowed around the lump that rose in his throat at the grief his lover wore in his eyes and about his mouth. Before he could speak, Erestor lowered that sad frown to his erection, opening his mouth and swallowing it down to the base in one swift movement.
"'Tor!" Glorfindel cried out, reaching his hands to raven hair, wrapping his fingers in it's soft lengths as Erestor closed his eyes and focused his movements.
Glorfindel lost himself to the heat that overwhelmed him and it was over all too soon as he came in trembling waves. Erestor suckled him clean, and then sat up, not meeting his eyes. He grasped the edge of the coverlet and wrapped it around Glorfindel, kissing his forehead gently. Glorfindel tried to reach for him and pull him down with him, but Erestor resisted, grasping the strong warriors hands in his own. His voice was a lost whisper.
"I am sorry, my golden knight. Perhaps I am not the Elf you need me to be. Perhaps it is time I let you go."
Before Glorfindel could respond, before he could speak, Erestor had thrown his robe back on and strode out of the room. Glorfindel could only lie there, stunned, as he heard the outer door shut behind his lover. His ex-lover. The room seemed suddenly very cold, and Glorfindel, one of the mightiest of the first-born, brushed aside his tears as he tried to come to terms with what had happened.

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Lord Elrond paced the halls, as was his want. It was late, the night was still. A few elves lingered in the Hall of Fires and he could hear Lindir's flute dancing through the forest from somewhere near the waterfalls. Still, something was uneasy in the night shadows of Imladris, and Elrond was hard pressed to put his finger on what it was.
Then he turned a corner and saw a familiar figure standing on a balcony. Smiling, he came to Erestor's side, and greeted him, but the advisor did not reply, his gaze fixed on something in the gardens below. He tried again, "Greetings, Erestor."
Erestor's reply was frightening. "I have ruined everything, my lord. Will you give me leave to sail at once?"
"Erestor?" Elrond was stunned. Whatever could have happened? Ruined everything? Was Imladris at risk? Panic momentarily flooded Lord Elrond as the thought that all he had worked for since the First Age might be destroyed washed over him. Then Erestor was turning slightly, a sad smile on his lips.
"Nay, Elrond. Pay no attention to the late night ramblings of a lonely Elf. Imladris is as safe and strong as ever. It is only my heart that is ruined." Erestor briefly rested his hand on Elrond's shoulders, "And hearts heal with time, do they not?"
With those words, Erestor turned away from Elrond, his face shadowed in the darkness of the hall, but Elrond grasped his arm and pulled him back. "Come with me to the Library, Erestor. Speak to me of what troubles you."
Erestor followed him obediently, his hands at his sides. In the library, Elrond settled into a deep chair before the fire and Erestor sat across from him. "Really, Elrond, 'tisn't necessary. I am all right."
"Perhaps, but humor me anyway." Elrond gazed at his friend with keen eyes. "I am going to make a guess, and if I am wrong, you may tell me so."
Erestor nodded. It was a game they had often played before, but with lesser stakes - wine vintages, contract negotiations - never with a heart in the balance.
"Things have gone ill between Glorfindel and yourself." Elrond stated bluntly.
Erestor's head shot up in surprise. "How did you know that?"
"Is it his other lover?" Elrond asked curiously, ignoring Erestor's shocked look.
"Other lover?" Now Erestor's voice was a bare squeek. "I know not of another lover. What do you speak of, Elrond?"
Now it was Elrond's turn to look surprised. "Glorfindel did not tell you?"
"No." Erestor said sadly, "But I should not be surprised. I know I am..." the words stuck in his throat, to painful to speak aloud, "I know I am too plain and staid for him."
Elrond shook his head, "Plain and staid? I think Glorfindel needs some plain and staid in his life, Erestor. But you, my friend, are hardly plain."
Erestor snorted softly, "Thank you, Elrond. But look at me. What did I think I could offer Glorfindel? He needs excitement and I am as unexciting as brown bread with no butter."
"I like my brown bread without butter." The new voice that spoke from the doorway shocked the two Elves into silence as Glorfindel strode in. He wore his battle tunic and trousers, his hair neatly braided.
Erestor looked away immediately, and Elrond cleared his throat softly. "Shall I leave the two of you?"
"Nay, Elrond, stay." Glorfindel said softly, closing the library door behind himself. In silence, he opened the cabinet and produced glasses and sweet wine, pouring a glass for each of them before stoking the fire and drawing up a chair to sit across from Erestor, creating a triangle. Looking across at Erestor, who was staring into the growing flames, he took a deep breath. "Do not give up on me, Erestor."
Seconds stretched into moments, moments into minutes, before Erestor looked up from the flames. "It is you who should give up on me, Glorfindel."
The two elves sat, still as stone, one as dark and austere as granite, one gleaming like marble. Elrond looked from one to the other for a long moment before speaking. "Enough talk of giving up. Tell me what has happened."
"We made love."

"I disappointed him."
The two statements came out at the same time, the words overlapping. Elrond nodded as he took them in; Glorfindel sitting up sharply at Erestor's confession and Erestor's eyes widening at Glorfindel's word choice.
"It can hardly be called love-making, 'Fin."

"Not disappointed, 'tor."
Again the rebuttals came at the same time, but this time Glorfindel kept going.
"You didn't disappoint me. I just hoped that it would be different, that you would trust me."
There was another long silence before Erestor found his words, "I do trust you, 'findel. After all we've... I mean...how could I not?"
"Then why was that cold controlled elf in my bed this night?" Glorfindel asked in frustration. "Where was that passionate loving elf who I know you can be? "
Elrond cleared his throat quietly and both elves turned to him, eyes downcast. He was their best friend, yes, but need he know every detail of their lives? Elrond spoke firmly. "Let me see if I understand this correctly. You have confessed your love to each other and tonight came together for the first time. Erestor fears that he was inadequate as a lover. Glorfindel fears that Erestor doesn't trust him enough to let down his guard when you are together in an intimate setting."
There was the silence of acquiescence before Elrond continued. "My first question is to Erestor. Glorfindel has proclaimed his love for you. Do you return it?"
Erestor raised tear-filled eyes, his usual surety lading his voice, "Without doubt."
Then Elrond stood, brushed his robes straight and gave his dear friends a minute bow. "Then I leave you two to sort out the rest."
Glorfindel and Erestor sat stunned at Elrond's proclamation that love was all they needed to resolve their differences. Glorfindel spoke first, "HOLD! Elrond! What ...you can't just leave."
Elrond nodded calmly, "I don't think you need me to work out the rest."
"Yes, we do." Erestor said firmly, his hands gripping the arms of his chair. "We've tried working this out on our own, and it didn't work. And now I find out that Glorfindel has another lover..."
"What!" Glorfindel leaped to his feet, looking from Erestor to Elrond. "That's ridiculous. Wherever did you get that idea?"
Elrond looked at Glorfindel in mild surprise as Erestor crossed his arms and looked up a the rather intimidating warrior. "Do you call Elrond a liar?"
Glorfindel looked to Elrond, then suddenly began to laugh.
The tensions of the entire day seemed to have overthrown the warriors mind as he buckled to his knees, laughing until tears streamed from his face.
"I fail to see what is so humorous, Glorfindel." Erestor said in a hurt tone, "You could have been honest with me and just told me that I wasn't the only one."
"Truly, Glorfindel," Elrond said simply, "It isn't like you to lie about such a thing."
Now Glorfindel was pounding his thighs as his hysterical laughter grew in pitch. Finally, Elrond reached down and slapped the Balrog Slayer across the face, hard enough to sting, but not hard enough to injure. When Glorfindel continued, he raised his hand to swing again.
Glorfindel reached out and clasped Elrond's wrist at the last moment, swiping the tears from his eyes with his other hand as he continued to chuckle. "I never lied to Erestor, Elrond. I lied...to you!"
Erestor, realization dawning on him could not hide his own smirk which quickly evolved into bubbling laughter at the stunned look on Elrond's face.
The Lord of Imladris straightened his robes as he looked from Erestor to Glorfindel. He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose, his brow crinkling in a most unappealing manner. "You never had a lover amongst the Lorien gaurd?"
Glorfindel shook his head.
"And you were never having erectile dysfunction as a side effect of your rebirth?" Elrond blushed slightly to realize how he had been taken in.
Glorfindel shook his head again, and now Erestor howled with unrestrained laughter to see Elrond so nonplussed.
"And you were using the prescription of linleaf I gave to you to bed my Chief Councilor without his consent?"
"Not exactly without his consent. Well, I mean, it was the first time," Erestor confessed as he managed to take a deep breath between howls of laughter."But that wasn�t really a bedding, seeing it was the dining hall balcony, and really, after that...."
Now it was Elrond's turn to shake his head. Calmly, he proclaimed, "I am going to bed. Whatever problems the two of you have, work them out or I shall see you both in the dungeons by weeks end. Am I understood?"
Both elves were now rolling in front of the fire, raven black mingled with sunrise gold, their laughter echoing heartily through the wee morning hours of Imladris.
"AM I UNDERSTOOD?" Elrond's voice rolled through the room and both Erestor and Glorfindel snapped to attention in spite of themselves.
"Yes, My Lord." Erestor replied formally.
"Yes, Lord Elrond." Glorfindel said as calmly as he could.
As Elrond reached the door, Glorfindel's voice reached him, "Any chance we could appeal to you for a fresh supply of linleaf, my lord? I've nearly run out."
Elrond paused in the doorway, not bothering to turn back as he muttered, "My private apothecary. Left side medicine chest, bottom drawer, in the blue pouch. The spare key is on Erestor's ring of emergency keys. I order you to forget where you obtained that information."
Both Erestor and Glorfindel burst into laughter again as Elrond left the library with as much dignity as he could manage.
Glorfindel then looked over at Erestor, on his knees beside him. He gave the councilor a long searching look, and then in one swift movement, tackled him to the soft sheepskin rug, capturing his lips in a deep, longing kiss that Erestor returned full-heartedly.
When Glorfindel raised his head, he looked down at the luscious sight before him, the high pale cheekbones, the slightly flushed cheeks, the near-black eyes that looked up at him with laughter and a hint of something else. "Erestor?"
The Councilor reached one slender hand to brush Glorfindel's cheek. "I love you, Glorfindel. I don't want to lose you. If the only way you will have me is with the linleaf, then I will accept that. I do not want to be without you."
Glorfindel sighed, lifting Erestor once more to his mouth, savoring the sweet flavor of his lover sharpened by the tang of the fruit wine. When he released him it was with a gentle smile of regret. "Nay, Erestor. I love you. What the linleaf brings us is lust, not love. As long as I have your love, I could never be disappointed."
Erestor smirked, even as his hands ran down Glorfindel's sides to clasp his buttocks and draw him nearer. "Perhaps we could reserve it for...say... special occasions."
Glorfindel ground himself closer to Erestor, feeling the Councilor's slender frame mold itself to his body. "Sounds good. What sort of special occasions?"
"Oh, you know..." Erestor nibbled lightly at Glorfindel's neck, "Begetting days, Solstice days, First day of Spring,"
Glorfindel chuckled as he buried his face in Erestors hair and slipped his hands beneath his robe. "Harvest Day, Winter Festival..."
"Every second Tuesday..." Erestor unfastened Glorfindel's tunic and pulled it over his head.
"And third Thursday...." Glorfindel pressed his hand against Erestor's groin.
"Mondays..."
"Absolutely, Mondays...."

Sometime later, as the fire died down, and their naked bodies lay cooling in the early morning air, Glorfindel whispered, "And Saturday mornings?"
"Those too..." Erestor whispered back, "Although I think Fridays might be too much...."
Elrond, passing by the library on his way to breakfast, heard the fresh burst of laughter and sighed. Well, it did not appear that he would have to throw both his Chief Counselor and his Seneschal into the dungeons this week, however tempting the idea might become.
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