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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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Chapter 3

Erestor had no doubt that it was Glorfindel standing in the doorway, watching him as he made love to Theria. What did he think he was doing? Couldn’t he see he was about to make this writhing creature scream his name? Unaware of his actions, Erestor slowed his movements, and Theria began to protest. Then the shadowed figure of Glorfindel held a finger up to his lips, and gestured for him to keep going. Glorfindel stepped further into the room, and the pale light illuminated his features. His intense eyes scanned Erestor’s naked body as he licked his lips, and drew his bottom lip between his teeth. The fact that he did not look at Theria made Erestor’s blood quicken through his veins. He resumed his rhythm, never taking his eyes from the golden one whose face was now wearing a look of complete lust. Glorfindel’s hand reached down and gave a squeeze to the growing bulge in his leggings, and all the while, his gaze was on Erestor.

Theria sensed movement in the room, and tilted her head to the side. Seeing Glorfindel, she smiled with half closed lids, as she was in a state of ecstasy. She had no protest to an audience. This would just heighten the experience.

Glorfindel quickly undressed, and approached the copulating couple. Erestor no longer held any inhibitions. After all, it was Glorfindel who made him aware of his lack of enjoyment for the beautiful things outside of the library. He turned his attention back to Theria and grasped her hips, pulling her to him as he thrust forward. If Glorfindel wanted a show, he would give him one.

“Oh gods, Erestor … you are so hard,” Theria moaned.

Glorfindel was at Erestor’s side, observing him intently, every muscle, every movement. “I bet he is very hard,” he whispered, gaining the librarian’s attention. The warrior reached out with his hand and ran his long calloused fingers along Erestor’s arm and down to his hands where they gripped Theria’s hips. “Don’t mind me. Make the elleth come. I want to watch as you do.”

Just the sound of Glorfindel’s voice made him want to explode inside Theria, but he composed himself. This was too erotic, and he wanted it to last. He had unknowingly closed his eyes again, and when he opened them, the warrior was no longer by his side. Erestor was half kneeling, half standing on the couch with Glorfindel standing behind him. Suddenly, strong hands were grasping his arse, kneading it, and spreading his cheeks. The heat from Glorfindel’s hands spread up his spine as the warrior leaned up against him so that they were touching back to chest. The warrior’s hard cock pressed against the small of his back. Hot breath caressed Erestor’s ear, “I like your arse, Erestor … hard muscles and soft flesh.” He sucked in a breath through clenched teeth, “Oh the things I could do to you.”

Erestor’s desire was building, and his body ached for release. Theria was writhing against him, moaning and begging him to come. Glorfindel’s body blanketed his back, and his encouraging whispers were almost too much. He turned his head to the side, “Kiss me,” he demanded, “Kiss me as I come.”

Glorfindel took Erestor’s chin in his fingers, pulling his head further to the side. Their lips melted together. Erestor thrust his tongue past them, and was met by Glorfindel’s caressing mouth. The fervent kiss sent Erestor over the edge and he thrust his cock deep inside Theria, touching her body in places she did not know existed. She cried out his name. Erestor, at the sound of a satisfied elleth, and the feel of Glorfindel’s demanding tongue upon his, spilled violently, and moaned into the warrior’s mouth. Only when Glorfindel felt Erestor’s muscles begin to relax did he release him from the kiss. Unaware that he had been holding his breath, Erestor slowly let the air out of his lungs. For a moment, with his frenzied state, he had forgotten where he was. As his senses came back to him, he realized what he had just done, and knew this would look quite embarrassing in the morning. For now though, he didn’t care. Never in all his long life had he experienced anything of the like. He pulled his gaze away from Glorfindel and looked down at Theria, as he was still buried in her. He noticed that he was still as hard as mithril too. His body was not through yet, but Theria seemed completely sated. He pulled from her, reluctantly wishing he could remain within her warmth. She rolled onto her back, her head resting on the arm of her divan as she watched Glorfindel and Erestor. They seemed oblivious to the fact that she was still in the room.

“Glorfindel … I . . .” Erestor started, but he did not know what to say as every thought escaped his mind.

“You needn’t say anything,” Glorfindel half smiled and gave a short chuckle, “I think I have wanted to kiss you since we came on this hunting trip.”

Erestor tilted his head and knitted his brows. The look was priceless and Glorfindel laughed again, feeling like he did in his youth, “Don’t tell me you have not considered it also.”

Erestor opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out except for a stuttering groan. His attention was suddenly drawn to the giggle coming from the end of the sofa. Theria got up and reached for her robe, sliding it elegantly over her body, and tying it at the waist. Then she went to them and cupped each handsome face with a hand, eyes darting from one ellon to the other, “You two are very cute together.” She kissed Erestor passionately then released him as her eyes bore into his, “You, Librarian, are extraordinary.” She turned to Glorfindel and kissed him, but only lips upon closed lips as friends might do. Her smile was warm as she looked at him, “I knew it would work out.”

“Thank you, Theria,” he whispered, returning the same friendly smile.

“I was happy to help.” She took a step back, and admired them both for a moment, then silently left her room, gladly letting the two ellyn use it for as long as they liked.

Erestor was stunned, “What has just happened here?” he asked as he stared at the door. Then he turned to Glorfindel, “You know her, don’t you?”

Glorfindel smiled as if he had just been caught stealing sweet rolls, and ran his fingers through his hair while looking away, “Yes.”

“You tricked me.” Erestor’s face was lined with confusion and anger, “You set me up with her didn’t you?” As he spoke, he reached down and grabbed a throw that was draped over the back of the sofa, wrapping it around his waist.

“I’ll admit, I asked Theria upon our arrival to make you feel comfortable, but I did not know what it would lead to. I left that up to you and her.”

All compassion was gone from Erestor, replaced with embarrassment that was quickly turning to rage. “Is that what you think of me, that I have been so occupied in Elrond’s libraries that I do not know how to capture the attentions of a woman?”

“No,” Glorfindel argued, “I’m sure under the right circumstances you do a fine job for yourself, but throughout this whole trip you have been a bit stuffy and resistant to anything new.” He paused and smiled fiendishly, “I did not think I could get your attention without … warming you up first.”

Erestor thought about the kiss and the feel of Glorfindel’s hands on his body. His cock, which had gone soft during the argument, suddenly twitched to life again. There was no denying that this was something new, and it aroused his interests. He turned away not wanting the warrior to see the struggle in his mind. Glorfindel took a step towards him and touched his arm, “You did not answer me earlier, Erestor. Have you never had thoughts of kissing me since we started this trip?”

Erestor did not want to answer that question. He did not want to give Glorfindel the satisfaction of knowing he was right once again, and he pulled away from the warrior’s touch. Glorfindel closed the distance between them, and spooned against Erestor’s back, “Tell me you have not had a single thought of us, and I will leave you alone, but deny it and I will know.” His breath cascaded over Erestor’s shoulder like a warm blanket.

“How will you know?” Erestor challenged.

Glorfindel grasped him by the shoulders, and turned him so that they faced each other. Then his hand reached down and cupped the throw, finding Erestor hard and wanting, “Because you can only deny me with words, but your body speaks the truth.” He squeezed the counselor, making him gasp as his cock pulsated. Glorfindel smiled, “So you have given this thought before now. When?”

Glorfindel’s sharp blue eyes captured Erestor as if he had been given a truth serum. “I suppose the thought has flitted across my mind once or twice,” he admitted reluctantly. Suddenly he felt like prey being stalked. He couldn’t help but think about the stag they killed, and how Glorfindel held the deer with his acute gaze. As the warrior held him in a similar style, Erestor thought he could die happy under Glorfindel’s stare, and no longer felt sympathy for the deer.

The elf lord looked down, and found Erestor fully aroused beneath his cover. He licked his lips and smiled, “A skimming thought does not make one so completely provoked. Tell me, have you thought of more than just a kiss?”

He had as a matter of fact, and just recently as he listened to the sounds of ecstasy through Theria’s wall, but he didn’t want to admit this to Glorfindel, “Why are you so adamant about this?”

“Because I want to unleash your wild soul, Erestor. You told me to kiss you and I did, but there was something more within that kiss.” Glorfindel laid his palm on Erestor’s chest, feeling his heart beat rapidly, “Shall I confess my feelings towards you?”

“You have had thoughts of me before?” Erestor said with new curiosity.

“I have watched you, in Rivendell … twice to be exact. Once was while you were in the library. You were looking for a particular book, and you were intent on your search, but suddenly something drew your attention away, and you slowed your movements as you gazed at the leather bound spines. Your hand lingered over a certain book, almost caressing it. It was very seductive to watch, and I suddenly found myself wishing I was that book, and you were touching me with the same passion. After a moment lost in thought, you composed yourself and continued your search. Do you remember the book, Erestor?”

The counselor nodded his head and Glorfindel continued, “I waited until you left, then I went to see what it was that you found so enticing. It was a book of forbidden tales, fantasies and such.”

Erestor remembered. It was not something important to him at the time, just a slight distraction from his everyday routine, but he remembered pondering over that book in particular. His face turned a few shades of bright crimson and Glorfindel smiled, “It’s alright, I did not look inside the book, but I can imagine what might be in it from the color of your face.”

Erestor was not one to be burdened by embarrassment for long, and he composed himself quickly, “You said it happened twice. What did you see the second time?”

“Ai, that was the one I remember most of all. It was autumn, and the sun was setting. The whole valley had turned to gold and the water of the falls shimmered like a million diamonds. It was breathtaking, and drew me to my balcony. I thought I had never seen a more beautiful sight … until I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked down to the veranda below and there you were. Your hands were firmly planted on the railing, and you leaned out slightly. Your head was tilted up and I could see you inhale, taking in the scents of the season. You closed your eyes and smiled contentedly, as if you would never know such peace again. I thought to myself, there’s an elf who knows his purpose, and he is comfortable with it all. Then a gentle breeze lifted your dark locks, exposing the fair skin of your neck. I could see your firm jaw and lovely ears. You are a most handsome elf, Erestor.” Glorfindel paused and waited, “Now it’s your turn to answer my question.”

Erestor thought for a moment, “I remember all the talk about the famous balrog slayer coming to live in Rivendell. You were a prince among princes, a legend in your own right. The excitement of your arrival was all anyone talked about. I admit, I too was caught up in the hysteria. You rode in on a dapple-grey mare with great determination, and pulled back on the reins, your golden locks trailing out behind you, then coming to rest on your shoulders. You did not leap down from your horse right away, but sat there taking in the sights, the sounds, the people running out to greet you. I thought you looked like a king come home to claim his throne.” Erestor stopped and looked away, “And yes, I thought you were devastatingly handsome. I had never thought that about any ellon before. I had been with handsome elves, and could appreciate their beauty, but there was something very different about you. I couldn’t take my eyes from you, like a hero in one of my books suddenly leaping off the page and standing before me. I thought it was nothing more than curiosity and left it at that, but you were imprinted upon my mind after that.”

“And when did you decide you wanted to kiss me?” Glorfindel asked.

“I will admit that I have thought about it in the past and yes, it was just a flitting thought. But not until now had I decided how much I wanted it.”

Glorfindel closed the distance between them, their bodies close but not touching, “Well, I have kissed you, Erestor. Is your fantasy fulfilled? Do you want nothing more?”

Erestor allowed his hazel eyes to settle on Glorfindel’s blue ones. He shook his head slowly, his voice escaping him once more, but only briefly, “I heard your lover earlier … through the wall. I want to know what you did to make him cry out.”

“It was more than a kiss, counselor. Are you sure you want to know me that intimately?” Glorfindel asked.

Did Erestor really want this? Glorfindel had always seemed so far out of his reach, but here he was offering himself to Erestor. He had to admit that the elf lord stirred something deep within his spirit. If he could only have Glorfindel this one night, would it be enough, or would he always long for him? The warrior was known to take many lovers. Erestor had always protected himself from such games. As his mind pondered it all, Erestor’s eyes left traveled down along Glorfindel’s toned muscles, slim hips, strong hands, and finally to the object of his passion. One night or a million, it did not matter anymore. He just needed to know. “I am sure, Glorfindel. Show me.”
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