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The Hunting Trip	By : IdrilsSecret Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2988 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or places of Lord of the Rings/Tolkien. No money is being made. This is for personal enjoyment only.

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A/N: Explicit Het in this chapter.
Chapter 2

After the elves arrived at the inn, Erestor realized that another night sleeping beneath the stars just would not do. Unfortunately, he would have to share that room with Glorfindel, as there was only one vacancy. It was worth it though, to lay his head on a soft pillow rather than a hard blanket roll.

The innkeeper was ecstatic with their donation, and he ordered the cooks to gather firewood and get the deer to roasting. Tomorrow they would have their feast, and just as Glorfindel predicted, the elves were the guests of honor.

In the meantime, they settled down at the bar, and endured many handshakes, and a slap on the back every now and again from the townspeople. A fiddler jumped up on a small stage, and started up a lively tune. The night was young, and everyone was in high spirits. From the back storeroom, the innkeeper brought out two dusty bottles of wine, setting them down, one in front of each elf, “Drink up my fine sirs. I’ve been holding these bottles back for a while, waiting for the right time to pop ‘em open. I think there is no better time.” He opened the first bottle, and started on the second when Glorfindel stopped him.

“Just one bottle will do for now,” he said with a smooth voice.

The innkeeper winked, and gave a toothy grin, “And there’s plenty more where that came from.” Something caught his eye, and he turned to the side, “Make sure these fine gentlemen’s glasses never empty,” he called to a woman at the back of the tavern. She nodded and walked out of the shadows.

Erestor’s eyes widened at the sight that greeted him. She was most striking, with long dark brown hair ending at her waist, curvaceous hips, long legs, and beautiful hazel eyes. She wore a white blouse with puffy sleeves, cinched tight around the waist, a low cut neckline, and a pair of tan trousers, tight fitting against her body. Pants on a woman, Erestor thought to himself, unusual, but not uncommon. He was not used to seeing females wearing such outfits. In Rivendell, most wore dresses, which he usually preferred on a feminine form.

She strolled up to where the elves sat, hips swaying from side to side, and smiled sweetly, “Of course, I will be glad to wait on these two.” As she spoke, her eyes switched from Glorfindel to Erestor, “You must be from Rivendell.”

Erestor nodded slowly, unable to take his sight from her, but Glorfindel stood from his stool, and touched her long hair, tucking it behind her pointed ear. She is an elf, Erestor thought to himself, surprised, but Glorfindel hardly paid attention.

“We are,” he replied seductively. Erestor watched Glorfindel woo the elleth.

Feeling his chances for a romantic tryst fall away, Erestor spoke up, “And where might you be from?”

“I am from Mirkwood, though I have not lived there for a long time,” she answered, her attention turning to Erestor, “I prefer to live amongst a variety of people.” She reached out and touched the side of his face with her finger, running it along to his chin. Quickly turning back to Glorfindel, she laid her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down, making him sit on his stool. The elleth walked around behind the bar, and picked up the bottle of wine. She started pouring it into their glasses and smiled, “I have my orders. Tonight, you are my responsibility.”

“What is your name, my lady?” Erestor asked.

She laughed, “My, you are quite refined aren’t you? My name is Theria.” She offered Erestor her hand, but Glorfindel caught it and brought it to his lips.

“A very beautiful name for such an alluring creature,” the ancient elf crooned.

He released her hand, and she reached for a strand of his beautiful gold hair, “It will be a pleasure serving you both this evening.” With that, she stepped away to take care of a few more customers, but Erestor could not help but notice the strange exchange between Glorfindel and Theria. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it though. Instead, he picked up his glass and drank greedily.

Glorfindel watched her walk away, and then turned back to Erestor, who was giving him a questioning look, “Is there a problem?”

“No, not at all.” He looked into his wine glass, “Well, I just thought . . .” Then he took a long deep drink. “I’m just surprised that you—” he stuttered.

“That I can find a woman attractive?” Glorfindel interrupted.

“Well, it is no secret who you acquaint yourself with in Imladris,” Erestor speculated. He could feel his face burning, “I’m sorry. It is none of my business.”

“No, no it is quite alright,” said Glorfindel with a fond smile, “And you are correct in your assumptions. I do enjoy the company of men, but there are some women too picturesque not to admire.”

“Oh,” Erestor said quietly as he swirled the wine around in his glass.

Glorfindel leaned in a little closer. “Tell me Erestor, since we are on the subject. Have you ever found comfort in the company of other males?”

“Why do you insist on continuing this conversation?” he said louder than he would have liked. He lowered his voice immediately, “I meant no offence to you, and since I infringed upon your privacy, I suppose you have the right to impose upon mine.” Erestor paused and looked around to see where Theria had gone. Good, she was all the way across the tavern, speaking to a table of men. He brought his attention back to Glorfindel, “I have, but not in a long while.” He wasn’t exactly comfortable talking to Glorfindel about his romances.

Glorfindel moved closer still, both elves leaning on their elbows on the bar, sitting shoulder to shoulder, “And do you have a preference, male or female?” he asked with that smooth voice of his.

“Truthfully, I’ve had more experience with females, but I cannot deny that the sight of certain males make me a bit … curious,” Erestor said.

He smiled and sat up straight again, picking up his glass and studying the dark red liquid, “It is alright you know. I was curious myself once.” His eyes glazed over as if he were reliving the time, “I guess I never lost my curiosity. Ai, to recapture those days.” His eyes cleared, and Glorfindel brought his attention back to Erestor.

“And just what type is it that captures the attention of a chief counselor?” Glorfindel asked. He looked over the growing crowd of the tavern. Erestor thought he was picking out a suitable match for him, but realized that the elf lord was checking on his own possible choices for the evening. Immediately, Erestor noticed two males, their eyes lingering on the warrior, a young male human servant, employed to clear away dirty dishes from abandoned tables, and an elvish patron with auburn hair who seemed to squirm in his seat whenever Glorfindel met his gaze. The elf lord swiveled in his chair, turning back to Erestor and arched a brow in question.

“Neither,” Erestor stated plainly, “I prefer someone with a bit more maturity than they seem to possess.”

There was suddenly a glimmer in Glorfindel’s eye, “Good to know,” he said with a smile. For one fleeting moment, the counselor was captured by those intense blue eyes. Somewhere deep within Erestor’s body, something wanted to stay within that forbidden stare.

“However,” Glorfindel went on, “I can see that your eye wanders to the elleth this night. Your mind is made then.” He leaned to Erestor’s ear and added in a whisper, “But if you find your curiosity has returned, perhaps I can be of some help, hmm?”

Then, just as quickly as it started, Glorfindel switched back to the carefree elf he had been for most of the trip and smiled kindly, “Well then, time to mingle.” He picked up his glass and stood from his stool. The counselor watched Glorfindel glide across the tavern to a group of men playing a game of dice, joining them after exposing a pouch full of money.

Erestor was left to ponder his thoughts. There was something odd yet alluring about the ancient warrior. He had a certain amount of charm about him that Erestor could not help but be drawn to. Glorfindel made him open his mind to things he hadn’t considered, made him remember the times he had forgotten over the years. Perhaps being in the libraries had dulled him in some way. As his thoughts captured his attention, he hadn’t noticed when Theria came over to him.

“You seem to be a million leagues from here. What’s on your mind?” she asked.

Erestor was caught off guard, “Oh … it is nothing.”

Theria smiled and refilled his glass. “So, do you have a lady waiting for you back in Rivendell?”

“No, I’m afraid I do not.”

“Oh, then you must be the blond one’s partner,” she guessed.

Erestor shifted on his stool, “I … well no, we … he and I … he’s my hunting partner.”

Theria laughed, “Relax, love. You don’t need to explain.”

“I think I do. We are not together in that way,” Erestor informed her. The last thing he wanted was for the elleth to think that he and Glorfindel were a couple, otherwise she would surely lose interest in him, though he was flattered that she thought someone as worthy as the balrog slayer would chose a mundane elf such as himself.

“And what about your friend?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder to where Glorfindel sat.

“It seems he is not as particular with his choice of the company he keeps.”

Theria raised an eyebrow, “Hmm, interesting character.” She considered this a moment, and then brought her attention back to Erestor, “And what about you, what do you do in Rivendell?”

Erestor smiled and gazed into his cup. “I’m afraid you would not find me as interesting as my friend. I am the chief counselor to Lord Elrond. Most of my duties are held within the vast libraries.”

“A scholar then. You must have an unimaginable amount of knowledge. So, which books are your favorites?” she asked.

Erestor could go on for days talking about his love of books, but he knew better than to bore her. After all, she did not seem the type to know much about literature, and she was only trying to make conversation, “I quite enjoy studying the different languages and the different races. It is all very intriguing. What about you? Is there anything particular you enjoy reading?”

Theria laughed and tossed her hair alluringly over her shoulder, making Erestor feel a twitch in his loins, “Ah well, reading is not my strong point. Besides, I tend to go straight to the illustrations,” she ran her finger up his arm, over his shoulder and finally tracing his ear, “if you know what I mean. Do you have anything like that in your library, perhaps tucked away in a dark corner somewhere?”

Erestor felt his face flush, “Aye, we do have those kinds of books.” They were bound in red leather, a set of them, at the end of a particular aisle. Yes, Erestor thought, I know those books well.

Theria laughed again, but this time it was more like the purring of a feline, “As I said, Erestor, your knowledge must be … extensive.”

The counselor rather liked where the conversation was going, and he was glad that Glorfindel was keeping busy playing games with the men. Now was his chance to secure an evening with the elleth, and so far everything was lining up perfectly.

* * *

Everything had gone just as Erestor planned, despite Glorfindel’s shameless flirting with Theria. She finished with her last few customers, and then floated elegantly to where the counselor sat at the bar. Her finger lightly traced a path up his arm, along his shoulder and finally brushing across his cheek. Her hazel eyes captured him, a lustful gleam setting him on fire, “Would you care to join me in my quarters upstairs?”

He was about to answer her when Glorfindel joined them, “Already retiring for the evening?” he asked as his eyes darted seductively from Erestor to Theria. A slight tinge appeared on the counselor’s cheeks and Glorfindel smiled, “Say no more.” He left them to their own.

“Your friend is a bit unusual, wouldn’t you say?” Theria said, as she watched the ancient prince stroll across the tavern.

“He lives by his own set of rules, but I guess he is entitled.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Oh, it is nothing. Besides, I do not want to talk about him.” He caressed her ear, and lifted his eyes to the second floor where the apartments were located.

They casually made their way upstairs to her room, where she invited Erestor in and closed the door behind them. It was a quaint little room, decorated with a womanly touch of floral and solid patterns. The scent of gardenia wafted past, reminding him of his youthful days as an eager ellon. He felt like that now with Theria. She seemed so much more rehearsed than he with whatever the evening would unleash. The elleth sensed this from him, and led Erestor to her soft couch, “Have a seat while I change. If you would like, there is a bottle and glasses on the shelf beside you. Help yourself and I’ll be right back.”

Erestor took her hand, his lips lingering over her knuckles, “Gladly, my lady.”

As he poured wine for both of them, he heard muffled voices walking past her door. One voice was indeed very familiar. Glorfindel must have found his own form of entertainment for the evening. Erestor strained his ears and eavesdropped. Another voice, much quieter joined his hunting partner, a male voice to be exact. The counselor could not help but to be curious about whom he chosen from the tavern. Was it that statuesque ellon with the chestnut hair, which hung straight as an arrow to his waist? Or perhaps it was that young human male on the verge of manhood with the honey blonde waves tied back in a ponytail. He did seem young, but not too young. The counselor smiled to himself at the thought of Glorfindel breaking the young man in, lucky lad.

Why these thoughts entertained him, he was not sure. Here he was alone with a beautiful seductive elleth, and he was imagining Glorfindel with whomever that soft male voice belonged to. It was just curiosity, he told himself. His friend had asked him about his preferences earlier in the evening and ever since then, he was asking himself the same thing over and over. What must it feel like to enjoy the touch of another male again? Or was he wondering what it would be like to have Glorfindel’s attention?

Erestor shook his head and picked up his wine glass, taking a generous swallow as he tried to wash the thought from his mind. At the same moment, Theria exited her bedroom, wearing a blue nightgown that clung to her curves in all the right places. Erestor immediately forgot all of his recent thoughts as he examined her from head to toe, “My dear, you look absolutely ravishing.”

Her hazel eyes sparkled in the candlelight as she sauntered across the room, joining him by the shelf, and accepting an offered glass of wine. She sipped slowly, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the way the richness of the wine warmed her body from within. Satisfied for now, she took hers and Erestor’s glasses, setting them on a table next to the couch, and then directed him to sit. Theria sat next to him, her hand resting on his thigh, “You seem a bit tense. Tell me, librarian,” she teased with a smile, “How long has it been?”

Erestor fidgeted, “Oh . . . well . . . it has . . . it’s uh—”

“I’m sorry, I should not pry. I have flustered you,” she apologized. Her hand left his thigh and cupped his face, “I know Lord Elrond must be very demanding of your services, but you are not in Rivendell. It is only you and I, and I find you very charming.” She leaned towards him, her lips parted and hungry for his kiss. Such soft lips he had, she thought, and wasted no time as her tongue sought entrance into his mouth. Erestor parted and welcomed her sweet taste. The feel of the wine mingled with his ever-growing desire, and he felt his loins stir. Theria ran her hand down his chest until she felt the buttons of his shirt and started undoing them. As she did, the thin strap of her blue nightdress slipped down her shoulder. Erestor began kissing her supple flesh, his finger traveling along the low neckline until he felt the curve of her breast. She arched her back, needing more of his warm hands upon her body.

The last button came undone, and Theria pushed the cottony garment off his shoulders. She gazed down upon his fine physique, “Not what I expected of someone who spends his time thumbing through old books.” He was not as well-built as a warrior, but Erestor was not lithe either. He may spend most of his time indoors, but he still practiced swordplay, keeping his body toned to just the right degree of muscle.

As Theria traced her tongue along his neck, wanting to taste his firm flesh, they heard a moan come from the apartment next door. Erestor listened carefully. It was not Glorfindel’s voice, but that of his companion. Another groan and a breathy sigh had the counselor’s attention drawn to the wall behind the sofa, while Theria continued her ministrations along his chest and stomach.

So far, she had felt a sense of anxiety with Erestor, and she thought it was because he hadn’t had a woman in a while. Now, as she listened to the male next door, she felt her lover relax, and noticed how quickly he started to harden beneath his leggings. Suddenly, she was not so sure it was the absence of a woman’s touch that made him hesitant, but the touch altogether. He had said they were only hunting partners and so far, it seemed to be true. She had seen no sign of a relationship besides friendship between Erestor and the golden one, but now she questioned their intent. Perhaps this could work to her advantage.

Theria looked up to find Erestor’s attention diverted, “It sounds as though your friend has found something to satisfy his cravings.”

Erestor snapped himself out of his trance, “Oh, well yes, it would seem so. He is a free spirit.”

“As I can hear from the sounds of ecstasy seeping through my wall,” she said, drawing his attention back to her. “I know you are only friends, but you wonder don’t you?” When he did not speak, she kissed his neck and slipped her hand into his unlaced pants, “It is alright you know.”

Another moan lingered between the apartment walls, “Up until this hunting trip, Glorfindel and I have only been acquaintances, nothing more.”

She wrapped her fingers around his hardening cock, “So what makes you curious now and not before?”

“I have no curiosity,” he protested defiantly.

Quick panted breaths came through the wall, and Theria felt Erestor pulsate and stiffen within her hand. “Not even the smallest bit?” she insisted and released him. She moved to the side, gently pushing him back to make him lie on the couch. When she had him how she wanted him, she eased his leggings from his body, and then slipped out of her blue dress. Erestor’s eyes fell upon her breasts, nipples hardened by her own touch. Unable to resist, he reached up and cupped her glorious tits, firm and round, while she settled between his legs. Meanwhile, their neighbors’ moans were becoming more erratic. Theria tilted her head, gesturing towards the wall, “Funny, I only hear one voice coming from next door, and from what I can guess, it is not your friend. Don’t you wonder what he is doing to make the other sound so … frenzied?” She sat back and took Erestor in her hand again, stroking him, “My guess is that he is doing this.”

As she finished speaking, she leaned down, her long brown hair falling across his stomach. She swallowed him in one swift movement, the heat of her mouth surrounding Erestor’s cock. He gasped and let his breath out slowly, as he enjoyed the feel on her tongue caressing him. She moaned and the vibrations made his balls tighten. Theria seemed to quicken or slow down, depending on the cries from next door. Erestor’s mind was ablaze with emotions and visions. He was still holding back, she could tell. “Just let yourself go, Erestor. Give in to your fantasy.”

He relaxed then, letting his visions play out in his mind while Theria sucked him into oblivion. The cries from next door seemed to match his own need for release, and he imagined what Glorfindel must look like as his head bobbed up and down his shaft, gilded waves of his long glorious hair covering his stomach and thighs. The warrior would look up at him, that same predatory stare he gave upon his invitation to hunt. Glorfindel’s words flowed back into Erestor’s mind, ‘You needed to be reminded of what it means to be an elf, untamed and wild . . .’

The male next door suddenly exploded in a mixture of cries and moans, curses and pleas that it would not end. Erestor felt Theria take him deep into her mouth, touching the back of her throat, and he could not hold back as he spilled, thrusting as far as she would allow. His whole body went rigid as he came, and Theria held him in her mouth until she felt his orgasm disperse. Then she released him slowly, and laid her head on his thigh, watching his member jump and pulsate with the aftereffects of his release. After a brief rest, she got up and went to fetch their glasses, refilling them and joining Erestor on the sofa once more. He had sat up now, his face flushed, brow moist with perspiration. She smiled, sipped her wine and kissed him, “You were absolutely delectable, Erestor, like a fine vintage locked away until it had perfected.”

He smiled at her comment. This elleth knew her craft well, “I can’t say I’ve experienced anything of the like. You are very talented.”

It had quieted next door, and Theria tilted her head towards the shared wall, “It sounds like you are not the only one satisfied.”

Erestor blushed suddenly. The recent visions he had of Glorfindel was something he’d never let play into his mind before, but it heightened his experience. Now, he was not sure what would happen the next time he saw the elf lord, but he would be sure to keep his thoughts a secret.

Theria watched the tips of Erestor’s ears tinge to a perfect pink, “Tell me, Librarian, what is it that you find so alluring about him?” She smiled a most devious grin.

The counselor became defensive, “I find nothing of the sort.” Erestor was confused by her questioning and insistence.

“No?” she feigned surprise. “And knowing that he was just on the other side of this wall giving someone pleasure did not make you stiffen as hard as mithril?” Her hand slipped over his thigh coming to rest on his cock. He had not gone pliant since she finished with him.

“It was … distracting,” he answered.

Theria gave a genuine laugh, “You are being difficult Erestor, but I like that.”

He was tired of these games. Taking her by surprise, he lunged forward, grabbed her shoulders, and tossed her down on the couch, “Why are you so insistent about this? It is you that I am with. It is you that I want.” His eyes shined with fiery lust.

Theria gasped and then smiled. She had awakened some deep carnal desire within him, something she was sure he had not experienced in a very long time. She raised her arms above her head and writhed, her body arching off the couch as she offered herself to him. “Then take me, Erestor. Do what you will. My body is yours.”

Erestor was in a frenzied state of ecstasy. His eyes darkened as he looked down upon the ravenous beauty. She lowered a hand, running it along her body, squeezing a nipple, tracing a line down her stomach and then touching her sex, making her whimper, “No,” he whispered, “That is mine to do with as I please.”

“What would you have me do then?” she purred.

He reached for her hand and pulled her up. Then he sucked her fingers. “Mmm, you taste divine. Now, turn around … on your hands and knees,” he demanded, his voice a quiet growl, and Theria did as he said.

Erestor put one foot on the floor, the opposite knee on the couch for more leverage. His hands caressed her offered rear that wiggled back and forth to his touch. Theria’s back arched like a feline. His hand slipped between her thighs and he found her more than ready for him. His other hand moved up along her spine. Then he took a fist full of her dark brown hair and pulled her head back until her long neck was exposed. She looked most glorious like this, under his control. Erestor leaned forward, bending over her back and whispered in her ear, “I am going to fuck you, Theria. I may be a little rough, but something tells me you like it that way.”

Theria smiled and bit her bottom lip. She did not say a word, but succumbed to her lover’s demands with a nod of her head. Erestor got a better grip on her hair and kept her in place. With his free hand, he took his cock and guided it to her waiting body, moistening himself as he held it at her entrance. Without warning, he slammed into her until his pelvis flattened against her arse. Theria cried out in unexpected pleasure. He backed out completely, pulled her hair until she arched her back, and pounded into her with full force once more. He did this several times, and on the last thrust, he remained buried within her. Theria was holding nothing back, crying out from the exquisite rush of his invading cock, touching her deep within, almost painful.

Erestor made short hard thrusts, bouncing her in front of him. She moaned helplessly, and when it seemed she would come, he pulled from her, making her beg for more. He did this several times, exhibiting his hidden strength and his astounding lust. Theria was taken by surprise that someone who spent so much time pouring over books could be so sexually charged.

He was so close now and so was Theria. He felt her body convulsing and squeezing him. Another deep forcing thrust and he would spend himself. As he prepared to bring them both to erotic bliss, a light at the door caught his attention. The door was left unlocked, and someone was coming in, invading their privacy. His mind protested wanting him to stop, withdraw and grab the closest thing to cover their modesty, but his body was in control, and it did not care if an army of trolls burst through that door, he was going to finish fucking this voluptuous elleth.

Erestor had closed his eyes as he debated with himself, and when he opened them, the shadowy outline of a tall figure stood leaning against the door frame. He knew that robust form anywhere … Glorfindel.
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