Deny Me Not

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Den Not Not.

Chapter 3.

Confident that Celebrían woul abl able to make Amien see the folly of her affection for him, a much relieved Glorfindel decided he would follow his Lady’s advice and, if necessary, drag Erestor out of the dark library to enjoy the beauty of the warm afternoon. After a brief stop at the kitchen to request a picnic for two be prepared, he cheerfully continued on to the library still carrying the two red roses.

The door was open as usual, and Glorfindel entered silently, nodding politely at Elrond when he looked up from his book, sensing rather than hearing Glorfindel’s arrival. The seneschal moved over to his lord’s desk and handed him one of the blooms, winking in confirmation of the wordless question conveyed by Elrond’s raised eyebrow and the delighted smile on his lips. Indicating he wished his friend to remain silent, Glorfindel stole over to the bookshelf where Erestor stood with his back to the door, so totally engrossed in the volume he was reading that, as Glorfindel had hoped, he was taken completely by surprise when he approached.

“Guess who?” whispered the seneschal as he placed one hand tenderly over Erestor’s eyes, wrapping the other around his lover’s waist as he drew him close against his chest, pleased to feel the advisor shiver slightly in his arms when his warm breath brushed against his ear.

“Surely you have not accepted another dare, Elladan? You know how angry Glorfindel was when he found out you had touched me in such an intimate manner.” Erestor scolded even as he smiled with easy recognition for his lover’s touch. It had been many weeks since his beloved had been this playful and he decided to join in the jest.

“I am not Elladan, nor Elrohir!” declared an indignant Glorfindel without moving his hand from Erestor’s eyes. “Do you honestly not know who I am?” Erestor shrugged slightly as if he did not, even as he tilted his head back to rest on the strong shoulder, exposing the more sensitive part of his neck to the ministrations he knew his lover could not resist.

“I do believe you sound like my Balrog slayer, but perhaps you should give me another clue?” suggested the advisor in a husky voice that convinced Elrond his two friends would likely prefer to continue their ‘game’ in private. As he turned to close the door on his way out he saw Glorfindel trailing soft kisses down Erestor’s jaw to the base of his neck and he immediately decided to find Celebrían and bestow upon her a similar gesture of love.

As the kisses turned to gentle nips soothed by the touch of a moist tongue, Erestor moaned his desire. “Ai, Glorfindel! It can only be your lips that set my blood on fire so!”

“Aye, ‘tis I my love,” whispered Glorfindel as he removed his hand from the eyes he knew without looking were glittering dark with desire and love, just as were his own. Erestor turned to face his lover, and for an instant before their lips met in a kiss that was both fiercely passionate and intensely loving, their gazes locked allowing their love for each other to be reflected from the very depths of their souls. For uncounted beats of their hearts, they remained so, oblivious to everything but their shared song, until finally they separated and Erestor looked hastily over Glorfindel’s shoulder to Elrond’s desk, expecting to see a rather embarrassed Lore Master.

“Where is Elrond?” he asked as he once more sought Glorfindel’s lips.

“Celebrían requested his presence, with one of these,” the Balrog slayer answered as he bent down to pick up the rose that had fallen forgotten to the floor in the moment of passion. Erestor smiled knowingly, he had delivered such an invitation from Celebrían to Elrond for a secret tryst on several occasions in the past.

“Then I expect we will not see either of them before the evening meal,” he said. “Did she say where they were meeting?”

“In the glade, and she suggested that we should take advantage of the fine weather spend the afternoon by the river,” said Glorfindel as he handed Erestor the rose.

“Are you by any chance trying to proposition me?” the advisor asked as he accepted the rose and took a moment to savour the sweet aroma of the flower.

“Well, I did have thoughts of a refreshing swim, and the image of you emerging from the water certainly leads my thoughts in other directions,” said Glorfindel as he casually started to unlace Erestor’s robe so that held hld have better access to the enticing pale skin of his lover’s chest.

“I can think of nothing I would rather do than spend the rest of the day with you,” replied the advisor sincerely, earning himself another loving embrace.


The lovers collected their picnic lunch and holding hands as they walked, they made their way leisurely to the secluded spot on the river bank. The conversation had been light and focussed on daily events at Imladris, and although the barely perceptible flicker of distress in the bright eyes of his lover did not pass unnoticed by the ever observant advisor, Erestor did not query Glorfindel until they had settled comfortably in the shade of one of the trees that grew close to the river.

“Tell me what happened, Glorfindel. Did Amien kiss you again?” he asked as he tenderly reached up to stroke a slightly creased brow that appeared when Glorfindel nodded his reply.

“She tried to, and she became angered when I rejected her advances,” he told Erestor, allowing his own annoyance and growing intolerance for the situation to show. “I have never before met such a persistent suitor.”

“At least that is the one motivation that I can understand. Was I not persistent?” Erestor asked coyly. It had taken several centuries of constant assault to finally break down the barriers around Glorfindel’s heart.

“Aye, and I was a fool to resist your advances as long as I did,” admitted Glorfindel with some measure of regret.

“Even had I not yet succeeded, I would have continued trying until the end of Arda. There is no one else my heart desires more than you, my glorious Balrog slayer,” stated Erestor as he reached to

“As my heart desires only you, my love, and I fully intend to make up for lost time,” Glorfindel added as he pulled Erestor down into his arms, claiming first his lips and then his body in a slow, yet passion filled act of love.
erhaerhaps the foolish young maid will listen to me?” Erestor suggested some time later as they lay together basking in the aftermath of their pleasure.

“Nay, Celebrían thought it unwise, and instead she offered to speak to Amien. She was about to do so when I left her in the garden,” replied Glorfindel as he rained little kisses over Erestor’s naked chest, smiling with delight as his lover squirmed and moaned with renewed desire. He increased the fervour of his ministrations, moving slowly towards Erestor’s arousal.

“Then let us hope that Celebrían can convince her that… you… are... mine… GLORFINDEL!” Erestor panted as his body found release.

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With skills learned from the Galadhrim of her former home, Amien moved through the unknown woods in search of Glorfindel and Erestor. As soon as she heard the Lady Celebrían tell Glorfindel to take Erestor on a romantic picnic, the young maid had been determined to follow them, in the hopes of learning something she might find useful in her quest to win Glorfindel’s heart. Of course she would have to be far more discrete now that her Adar’s position was under threat from her behaviour, but she was still determined to have the handsome Balrog slayer as her lover.

The sound of her rival’s voice raised in ecstasy echoed in the still air and acted as a beacon leading the maid to the clearing where the lovers lay still entwined in each other’s arms. Hiding behind the bushes, and unnoticed by the two elder elves, she watched with tears of jealousy as Glorfindel eagerly accepted the pleasuring of his body that Erestor offered.

Amien found she was no longer able to deny that there was deep love and passion between the two, but so had there been between her and her beloved in Lothlorien, or so she had believed until another had stolen his heart. In her grief and anger following their betrothal, Amien had refused to heed the many attempts, even the one by Galadriel, to convince her that had a true bond of love existed between her and the one she believed loved her, it could not have been broken, not even by death. As far as she was concerned, any bond could be broken, and after all the heartache she had suffered she knew she deserved the happiness Glorfindel would be certain to provide. All she had to do was find a way to convince him he was in love with her, not Erestor.