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A Price for Peace	By : IdrilsSecret Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2269 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2

After returning to Rivendell, Erestor found the documents he meant to trade, and settled on a competent messenger to deliver them to Oswin, the book merchant in Bree. The more he thought about it, the more he began to second-guess his decision to trade these one of a kind papers. They were written by Ohtar himself, after escaping the battle at Gladden Fields, and bringing the broken blade, Narsil, to Rivendell for safekeeping. Though the documents were never on display, Erestor always thought they paired with the blade, and both had resided in Rivendell for countless years. Of course, in recent years the broken blade had been remade, renamed, and claimed by King Elessar. Its new home now being in Gondor, the documents no longer resided with the sword.
“The exchange is just as valuable,” Erestor reasoned with himself. “Another one of a kind document, and the accounts of the destruction of Dale.” He sat down at his desk, and ran a hand over the ancient parchments. “No, it was a good trade, but I will need to copy them. They won’t be of any value, but at least the documentation will still be available in the archives.”
Erestor was deep into his work, and didn’t notice when Glorfindel entered his office until the flame of his candle flickered wildly. He looked up from his writing to see Fin with his lips puckered and gently blowing, his breath caressing Erestor’s face. The counselor smiled and set his quill into its stand. “You are a lovely sight for these tired eyes.”
“You’ve been busy for hours. What are you doing?” asked Glorfindel, as his eyes scanned the paper.
“I decided to make a copy of Ohtar’s manuscript before sending it to Oswin, just to keep some kind of record of the events here in Elrond’s libraries. It’s what any good scribe would do.”
Glorfindel moved around behind Erestor’s chair, and began rubbing his shoulders. Erestor closed his eyes and relaxed. Fin’s fingers worked like wizard’s magic at relieving tension. He let his head fall forward as Glorfindel released the knots of the counselor’s tired neck.
“It is not good to sit in one position for too long,” said Glorfindel, his voice hinting on seductiveness.
Erestor played along, “What other position would you have me sit then?”
Glorfindel released a low rumble from his throat that tickled Erestor’s ear. “Well, the possibilities are endless. Always best to choose the most effective.” He took Erestor’s chin in his fingers and tilted his head up, kissing the counselor thoroughly until they both let out a moan. Then Glorfindel released his lover and studied him with smiling eyes.
“I know I’ll regret saying this,” said Erestor. “But I really mustn’t stop writing. The messenger will be here first thing in the morning, and it will take me most of the night to finish this.”
“About that,” said Glorfindel, taking one of Erestor’s braids between his fingers. “I just received word that one of my connections in Bree has had a change of heart. While we were there, the trade did not go through, but he has reconsidered. It is really a matter I must see to in person, and since I have to go to Bree, I thought that I would take your documents for you instead of a messenger.”
“You would do that for me?” Erestor sounded surprised.
“There is not much I would not do for you, Meldanya.”
Erestor’s heart swooned at the mention of the endearment. “So there is something then that you would not do no matter how hard I tried to convince you?”
Fin laughed. “Even a balrog slayer has his limits.”
“Not very many,” Erestor added as an afterthought. As he reached for his quill, Glorfindel stopped him. Erestor watched as the strong warrior fingers intertwined with his own.
“And since there is no need for a messenger, then there is no need to keep writing tonight. I am not leaving until the day after tomorrow,” Glorfindel whispered, and then he gently bit the tip of Erestor’s ear.
Erestor closed his eyes and let the other seduce him. It would not be a difficult thing to accomplish tonight. Fin had Erestor’s body thrumming as soon as he acknowledged his presence in the office. The counselor stood from his chair and turned towards Glorfindel. His arms wrapped around the warrior’s fit waist, and they kissed demandingly.
“Let’s go home,” Erestor said desperately, but Fin shook his head.
“No, I cannot wait, and besides, you’ve got me so worked up, I can barely walk.”
Erestor gave a huffed laugh. “You got yourself worked up. I’ve done nothing to you … yet.”
“Mmph, you always do something to me, you just don’t know it,” Glorfindel admitted.
Erestor released his hold, and took Glorfindel’s hand instead, pulling him towards the door of the office. “Come on. Let’s get going.”
Glorfindel did not budge. “I said I can’t wait. I want you here … now.” Intense blue eyes deepened to a dark indigo, and stared straight through to Erestor’s soul.
As badly as he wanted Glorfindel in that moment, Erestor was never one to give in easily, and liked to make the elf lord work for his prize. “This is my office, Glorfindel, where I entertain rulers of men and High Elves. It would not be appropriate.”
“No one will ever know except us, and I’d like to watch you squirm as you draw up an image of us the next time someone of such great importance is visiting. So, where shall I make that impression upon you, hmm? Perhaps your desk? Yes, I think that will do just fine.”
Erestor could see that Glorfindel was very persistent. There would be no escape from his cajoling this time, but Erestor was not through testing the ever-growing sexual tension in the room. He glanced at the closed door of his office, “Someone might walk in.”
“I’ve locked the door,” Glorfindel answered quickly.
“Canyo might come looking for me with a question of some kind.”
“I’ve sent him home for the remainder of the night.” Glorfindel closed the distance, and forced Erestor to back into his desk.
Erestor looked over his shoulder at the clutter of objects, just as Glorfindel began assaulting his neck with urgent nibbles. “But wait … give me a moment to make room.”
“Can you never be spontaneous, Erestor?” Glorfindel said with irritation.
Erestor spoke from the corner of his mouth, as though someone might hear what he had to say. “You know how things get when we … umm hmm. I’ve worked too hard and too long on this to have it ruined.” He picked up the copy of the Ohtar documents and put them in a drawer. Then he picked up the original and smiled smartly. “These too. Don’t want anything to happen to them.”
Glorfindel stood silently and watched Erestor as he cleared a place on the desk. He may have looked calm, but Erestor could feel Fin’s impatience growing, and it was just what he wanted. The counselor took a sort of perverse joy from getting under Glorfindel’s skin.
A warm hard body contoured against Erestor’s back. “Ready?” Glorfindel asked.
Erestor started to nod, but noticed the bottle of ink was uncapped. “Oh … just … let me—” he said as he reached across the desk and fixed the black bottle with a cork. As he did, he made sure to stick out his arse, teasing Glorfindel. Erestor heard a long deep sigh of impatience behind him, and smiled while he stood up straight again.
“Alright, I think that will … Oh … the candle … I’ll just … well, don’t want to burn down the libraries,” Erestor said as he mercilessly provoked his gilded lover. He started to reach for the silver candleholder, but Glorfindel gently pushed him to the side.
“Let me,” Fin offered. He leaned forward and blew out the candle, but instead of moving it, he swept his muscled arm from one side of the desktop to the other, clearing it of all its contents. Everything flew off the desk with a clamber and a flutter. Then he grabbed Erestor and pulled him to his body, stripped him quickly of his robes, and pushed him onto the desk. Glorfindel undid his leggings, and pushed them down to his knees. He lifted Erestor’s legs over his shoulders, pulled a small bottle out from his jerkin, and prepared them both.
Erestor moaned as Glorfindel filled him, taking joy in the feel of the sudden invasion. He writhed enticingly as he adjusted to the elf lord’s girth, then they set their rhythm. The feeling was euphoric and he hadn’t noticed when Fin lowered his legs, which were now wrapped around his warrior lover’s waist.
Glorfindel’s body covered Erestor, and his hands reached up to grasp the edge of the desk above Erestor’s head. Fin pumped methodically, the new position allowing him to penetrate Erestor deep until the counselor was breathing heavy and calling out Glorfindel’s name. The evidence of his pleasure felt warm and slick between their bodies. The scent of Erestor’s joy enticed Glorfindel to release his own pleasure, flowing warm and deep inside Erestor. They kept this position until Glorfindel’s breathing was restored, and then he lifted himself.
Erestor moved with him until he was sitting on his elbows, legs still wrapped around Glorfindel’s waist, the two elven lovers still connected. The counselor huffed a breath that was partly a laugh. “I think you’re right, Fin. I’ll never be able to look across this desk without thinking of you.”
They separated and Glorfindel helped Erestor to sit up, then kissed him over nose, cheeks, eyelids and lips. “Good,” he said satisfied. “That was exactly my plan, just as yours was to drive me insane.”
“Well worth the wait though, wasn’t it?” Erestor chortled.
“Well worth every torturous moment.” Glorfindel stopped, looked down and away. Although the moment they just shared was blissful, there was something a bit off. Erestor almost seemed as though he was hiding something, but that was impossible. The two elves had been through so much. It was only a year earlier that their relationship was almost destroyed. But those responsible had all perished, and things were put right. Glorfindel and Erestor had spent the last year reaffirming their promise to each other, connecting through their bond. It had been a good year for both of them. Still, Glorfindel couldn’t ignore the impression he got sometimes, as if Erestor was keeping something from him. He looked straight into Erestor’s eyes, needing assurance. “Do you really know how much I love you, Counselor?”
“Yes,” Erestor answered automatically.
“Do you?” Glorfindel insisted as if he wasn’t convinced.
“I do, Glorfindel. I know everything about you, but more than that, I know the strength of your love. It fills my soul until I think I might float into the never-ending sky, and I know I cannot survive without it … without you.” Erestor cocked his head questioningly. “What’s the matter, Fin?”
Glorfindel didn’t answer right away. Instead, he studied Erestor’s face, searching his eyes and finding nothing that would expose a secret. He knew Erestor loved him. That was not up for debate. It was just a hunch, like a constant tapping that wouldn’t go away. Something was not quite right.
Perhaps it was a residual notion left from their trying experience with the Nazgûl and minds being controlled. Even Glorfindel still awoke in a sweat from the occasional nightmare when he relived that day in the prison house, when Fin allotted the mercy kill upon his ancient friend, Astarion. Erestor also suffered that day, as his friend and former apprentice, Lastar, died in his arms. Much blood was spilled that day, and it had taken months to get back to some kind of normalcy. The anniversary of that dark time was only a few weeks away. It was possible that Glorfindel was only experiencing the anxiety of remembering that time. At least that’s what he told himself, and he pushed it out of his mind like he usually did when doubt tried to cloud up his thoughts.
Finally, he smiled and cupped the counselor’s head in his hands, “I’m glad you know. Now … let us go home, and don’t even think about cleaning this up tonight. I’m not done with you yet, not until I have slowly savored you throughout the night.”
They dressed and straightened themselves as best they could, then got ready to leave Erestor’s office. Glorfindel exited first, followed by Erestor, but the counselor stopped, picked up the silver candleholder that was lying on the floor, and placed it silently on a nearby table. By the time Glorfindel started to turn around, Erestor was closing the door, satisfied at knowing he fixed at least one thing before he left. He smiled at Fin, pretending that he had been behind him the whole time.
Glorfindel rolled his eyes and laughed, “Some things never change.”
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The days passed agonizingly slow for Erestor’s liking, but Glorfindel was finally returning from Bree. As excited as the counselor was to be reunited with his mate, he was just as excited to get his hands on those documents from Dale. He couldn’t wait to study them, to observe the ink strokes made by someone who had actually been there and witnessed the dragon’s destruction first hand. Each page would be like opening a gift.
Erestor was on his way to the dining hall for a bit of breakfast when Elladan fell into step next to him. “I hear Glorfindel comes back today,” said Elladan after he caught up to Erestor.
Erestor turned to the twin and arched a brow in question. “And how did you hear? I only received word a few moments ago from the messenger.”
Elladan gave him a crafty smile. “I intercepted the messenger before he arrived in the city, and convinced him to allow me a peek at the letter.”
“Convinced or blackmailed?” said Erestor speculatively.
“Let’s just say, I know a few things about Candor’s personal life that I’m sure he would not want made public knowledge.”
Erestor suddenly felt a presence at his side and turned to see Elrohir had joined them, “I hear Glorfindel—”
“Yes,” Erestor interrupted. “He returns today. Your brother just validated that information. I suppose you blackmailed the messenger to show you my letter also?”
Elrohir looked offended. “I would do no such thing,” he declared, and mirrored Elladan’s same devious smile from a moment before. “I blackmailed Elladan after I saw him parting company with Candor.”
Erestor couldn’t help but to shake his head and laugh.
“So, what do you think Glorfindel is bringing you?” Elrohir asked anxiously.
After all these countless years, Erestor should have been used to the twin’s meddling. They had always been this way. It was one of the reasons that Imladris was such a safe haven. If ever there was anything or anyone that threatened their home, Elrond’s sons knew first before anyone else. Their eyes and ears were always open. Erestor just wished they were not open to his own personal affairs.
Glorfindel had mentioned briefly in the letter that he had acquired something he thought would be of interest to the counselor. Erestor guessed it to be books of some sort, since he would be visiting the pleasantly plump bookstore owner on his behalf. Perhaps Oswin had suggested Glorfindel purchase something from his store. Erestor told the twins as much, but they seemed disappointed that it was not jewels or a new fine silk robe to add to the counselor’s wardrobe.
“Jewels are scarce in a place such as Bree, and I doubt there would be much need for elvish robes in the old human city,” Erestor reasoned.
“You are probably right then,” Elladan said. “Books, especially for you, Counselor.”
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It was in the early afternoon hours, and Erestor was enjoying some quiet time at home. He had cleared his day in anticipation of Glorfindel’s return, and was sitting on his veranda enjoying a lovely tea with a floral bouquet. With his eyes closed and lounging on his favorite chaise, he drank in the sunlight filtering through the trees. Everything was so quiet and peaceful. His mind lingered on thoughts of Glorfindel, and how they would celebrate his return home. Erestor laughed to himself, “In that case, I might want to clear my schedule for tomorrow too.”
A gentle breeze blew through the veranda, carrying with it a sweet melody from a pair of songbirds nearby. Erestor smiled and sighed with content. The handle rattled on the front door and Erestor’s heart began to pound. He waited a moment, and then called out to his lover. “Glorfindel, you’re home … Oof!”
Something furry and a little heavy pounced on his stomach. It was not Glorfindel. Erestor opened his eyes and found himself staring into the bright brown eyes of the little dog with the ridiculous smile. Instantly his face was washed in dog saliva. “What!” he exclaimed, and a loud ‘woof’ drowned out his protests.
He managed to sit up and put the puppy on the floor. “Fin!” he yelled.
Glorfindel came around the corner of the veranda door, a smile just as ridiculous as the dog’s adorning his face. “Surprise,” he sang.
Erestor looked down at the panting pup. “Surprise indeed.” He looked back at his companion, “Glorfindel, what—”
“After I visited the bookstore—which, by the way, I happen to have your precious manuscripts right here—I happened upon the boy we met. He managed to find homes for all of the puppies except this one. Well, I should say he found her a home, but she would not stay there. She ran off several times, and made her way back to the boy. The people said they did not want a dog that ran away all the time.”
“And what made you think you should take her?” Erestor interrupted.
“Oh, she will not run from you, Erestor. She connected with you from the start. I think that is why she would not stay with anyone else,” said Glorfindel proudly.
Erestor was dumbfounded. He gazed down towards the pup again, finding her with her front paws on the edge of the table and her nose in his teacup, licking up the remains of his rosehip tea. He shook his head and stood from the chaise. “Fin, I told you before, I do not have time for a pet. Puppies are a lot of work, a lot of training, and a lot of patience, which I find myself in short supply at the moment.” He glowered at Glorfindel, but the elf lord ignored him.
“Do you question my judgment?” said Glorfindel sternly.
“Yes,” Erestor answered without hesitation.
The elf lord’s face softened as he approached his mate. “I know you said you did not want this, but I saw how you held her and comforted her when she was frightened. And I saw how relaxed she was in your keep. There is something special here, some kind of connection. She will listen to you, Erestor. She will be a good companion for you, especially during those times that I am away.”
“Away? What are you talking about? Are you planning to take up wandering again, like you did before we met?” Erestor asked warily.
“Of course not, but there are times when I must carry out errands that will take me far … times that you will not be able to go with me.”
“Uh huh, so are you saying that you do not think I can handle life in Rivendell without you? And so, you brought home a dog to help minimize my loneliness?” Erestor’s voice was hinting towards anger now.
“That is not what I’m saying at all,” Glorfindel said impatiently. “You like to take care of things. You take care of me all the time. Before we met, no one ever did the things you do for me. For instance, when I come home after a long day at the practice grounds, you always have a bath drawn, warm and ready for me to sink into. Or if I’ve been in meetings with Elrond for hours on end, you always have a plate sent to make sure I’ve eaten. I like that, Erestor, and I think you like doing it. So who will you take care of when I am away?”
Erestor was not mad anymore, and he could see Glorfindel’s point. He did enjoy fussing over Fin, mainly because he knew no one had ever done that for him. He had accomplished many important things in his long life, taken many risks, and put himself before others. Glorfindel deserved to feel the comforts of stability, and Erestor knew he could, at the very least, give that to him.
He looked at the pup again, who had found a leaf and was proudly carrying it around the veranda. Erestor smiled. “Well, I guess it is worth a try. And she is very charismatic.” Just as he finished saying this, the puppy stopped, dropped the leaf and assumed a crouching position, making a rather smelly mess on the floor. Erestor rolled his eyes and glared at Glorfindel.
The elf lord smiled sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders, “She’ll learn.”
“She better,” Erestor answered annoyed.
“I’ll clean it up,” Glorfindel offered.
“You better,” Erestor threatened, and Fin hurried off to find a servant.
Erestor’s shoulders slouched as he shook his head. He sighed and went to his closet to find something to clean up the mess. “If he thinks this is how he is going to help, then he’s not as smart as I thought.”
The puppy came running up to him, grabbed his robe and started tugging aggressively. “Looks like I have two to train. First things first though.” Erestor picked up the dog, showing her the mess on the floor, “Bad dog,” he reprimanded and gave her a gentle swat on the behind. “Ai, what was I thinking to agree to this?”
The puppy, who had ignored her punishment, wagged her tail and licked Erestor’s cheek. He smiled in spite of himself. “Thank you for reminding me. Well, I hope you’re a quick learner, or you’ll find yourself back on the streets of Bree.”
He put the pup down and looked around his home. Erestor retrieved a pillow from his bedroom and placed it beside the fireplace, realizing he was doing all those things he said he would not do. “Only one thing left then … a name. Let me see.” He observed the dog for a few moments and then got an idea, “How about Léra? It’s short and easy to say. Yes, I think I like that name … Léra. Good, it’s settled then. Welcome to your new home, Léra. Now let’s find Fin with that servant. And then I’m going to swat his behind, which undoubtedly he will enjoy much more than you.”
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