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The Hunting Trip	By : IdrilsSecret Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2988 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 5

Erestor stood in the center of his rented room and looked around. There was a washstand in the corner with a pitcher of fresh water. He threw his clothes on the bed and walked over to the small table, poured the water into the basin and waited until the ripples calmed. He bent down to splash water on his face, still moist with perspiration. Then he saw himself in the reflection of the still water, with his freshly fucked hair, and the tinge of red on his cheeks. Glorfindel’s sensuous voice played over and over in his mind, provoking his thoughts … the kiss, the feel of their bodies pressing together, the warmth of Glorfindel’s mouth engulfing him. Why had he left?

Erestor splashed the cool water on his face, a temporary distraction from his thoughts. It worked for a little while, only until he had slipped between the crisp sheets of his bed. The silence was deafening, allowing his mind to run rampant once again.

“Order,” he said to himself, “I’ve always needed order in my life … always a plan, always a schedule to follow, and everything in its place.” But Glorfindel made him feel like everything was out of his control … and Erestor discovered that he liked this feeling. Glorfindel was spur of the moment … free spirited. Erestor would blindly follow him, and trust that Fin would never lead him astray. Perhaps that’s what Erestor wanted moments before when he was with Glorfindel, for the elf lord to lead him to such bliss as he had never known. Why had he stopped though? Just when Erestor would have easily bent to Glorfindel’s will, the warrior graciously stepped back, and offered himself to Erestor. Perhaps he had never seen Glorfindel be vulnerable. He had always been a symbol of strength, but to hear his submission; to see his heart exposed … it was unexpected. This wondrous elf lord, this leader of armies, defender of countries, and slayer of enemies was in fact only flesh and blood.

Was this a disappointing discovery? No, Erestor thought. It was actually a relief in some way. “So why am I here and not with him?” With that thought, Erestor closed his eyes and let sleep engulf him.

Dreams devoured him, lustful, salacious, vividly erotic dreams; golden waves upon his flesh, heated skin, moist and quivering to the touch.

“Kiss me. Kiss me while I come,” Erestor had responded in the heat of passion. He felt a bit shamed for taking Theria while wanting Glorfindel, but she had played the game with them. She already knew what Fin had in mind.

“Oh the things I could do to you,” Glorfindel had said as he spooned against his back while Erestor was buried in the warm depths of a woman.

Erestor had just a taste of the things Glorfindel could do. Ai, that velvety voice and those soft lips, demanding tongue in his mouth, upon his prick, licking, sucking. Erestor dreamed and writhed between the cool sheets, “Come to me, Glorfindel,” Erestor begged in his dreams, “I should not like to sleep alone anymore. The world has become too lonely.”

The dream seemed so real. Erestor could smell desire hanging in the air. He could feel the soft waves of Glorfindel’s hair, hear the seductive voice, the hard rigid flesh of muscle against his back. And the pleading … oh gods, the pleading.

“Just say the word, Erestor, and I am yours,” Glorfindel had said, “But if I am wrong, I’ll take my losses . . .”

“Not wrong,” Erestor mumbled in his reverie, “I was wrong, not you.”

“. . . a delectable feast . . .” Erestor heard Glorfindel’s words repeated and dreamt of his flesh, the smell of musk and sweat, the heaviness of the warrior’s finely toned body pressing upon him. So close, he had been so close, but he left.

“No,” Erestor called out, “Don’t leave. Why are you leaving? No. No!”

He woke with a start and sat up, panting heavily, and sweat beading on his brow. His erection was painfully hard. The bed was suddenly too big and cold all around. “I don’t want to be alone anymore. I need companionship beyond a night. I want solidity and affirmation,” he claimed to himself. He wanted Glorfindel, but for more than just a night. It seemed like such a risk. Maybe the elf lord was not looking for a relationship. He had been known to come and go as he pleased, staying in Rivendell for small bouts of time, seeking comfort among some of the younger warriors before heading out for another one of his solitary journeys. Erestor hated the thought of something so temporary and scattered, but if that was all Glorfindel was willing to give, could he accept it?

Erestor climbed out of bed and dressed hastily. He paced the room and stopped at his door. He stood there a moment, reaching out with his hand, and touched the doorknob with the tips of his fingers. Just next door was his salvation. He wanted Glorfindel and for the first time he was honest with himself. He had wanted the warrior as he had never wanted anyone in his lifetime, but the fact remained that he had left. Glorfindel released him from his hold. Perhaps Erestor ruined his only chance. The golden one was not the type to play silly games with someone who was so unsure of himself. Erestor took another step closer to the door, but instead of opening it, he rested his head against the smooth dark grain. If only he hadn’t left Glorfindel’s room. Now he found he could not go back for fear of rejection.

Rejection it would be if he stayed in his room, but never knowing what might have been was a deeper wound. He grabbed the doorknob again, this time without hesitation, and opened it wide, set on his course. The hall was not empty. Glorfindel was leaning against the opposite wall, arms crossed, one foot propped up on the wall behind him, head halfway down and eyes gazing up at him through long lashes.

“Glorfindel,” Erestor whispered, but the warrior was silent, intense blue eyes staring at him … through him. The counselor’s blood began to heat and race as his pulse quickened. That look … he had seen it before, and it never ceased to capture him.

No longer resisting, Erestor lunged across the hall. He pinned Glorfindel to the wall and cupped his face. Then he assaulted the warrior’s mouth, tongue darting in, and tasting sweet breath still lingering with the flavor of wine. Erestor pushed his body flat against Glorfindel’s, their hips grinding together.

When they finally broke apart, Glorfindel spoke softly, “Let me in, Erestor.”

“It is your room too,” Erestor replied innocently, “You don’t have to ask.”

Glorfindel’s lips spread into a smile, and then he laughed genuinely, “That is not what I meant, but it’s good to know.” His smile faded as his eyes burned into Erestor’s, “What I mean is, let me into your heart, for you are already imbedded in mine.”

In one swift cat like movement, Glorfindel pushed away from the wall and spun them around, exchanging positions so that Erestor was now pinned, as he captured the counselor with that undeniable predatory stare, “I want you badly, Erestor,” he purred.

“I want you too, for the night, for the week or for the rest of our days,” Erestor whispered, completely under Glorfindel’s control.

Glorfindel bent his head and captured Erestor’s mouth, tongue pushing past lips and meeting no resistance. The warrior’s hands slid down the other’s body, and came to rest on his taut backside. Their bodies crushed together, and then Glorfindel released him, “Perhaps we should go back to our room now.”

* * *

They wasted no time undressing and now stood before each other. Erestor shivered, but not from cold. He was nervous, excited, aroused, and swooning with the idea that Glorfindel wanted him. This was not the first time they’d seen each other naked, earlier in the evening they’d been like this with each other. But now was the first time they had really observed each other. Erestor was almost afraid to take his eyes from Glorfindel’s face, but the elf lord took full advantage of the sight before him. Erestor felt the other’s eyes soak up every inch of his flesh. Then Glorfindel’s hand pushed back a black braid, his hand lingering over the tip of Erestor’s ear. Erestor closed his eyes and memorized the touch. The fingertips moved from his ear, down his jaw, and captured his chin. Glorfindel’s warm lips laid gently upon Erestor’s in a cherished fashion. It was a bit surprising at first, since until now, their kisses had been demanding and lustful.

“There is something … about you, Erestor,” Glorfindel said when they separated, “as though I was meant to live two lives to find you … as though you are my purpose.”

“Your purpose?” Erestor questioned.

Glorfindel smiled, “It is not important, not now anyways.” As he spoke, he lowered Erestor to the bed, following him, and covering him with his own body. Both elves were stretched out long and lean, flesh upon flesh. Glorfindel flipped his head to the side and his golden mane cascaded over one shoulder. He released a quiet primal moan as he settled upon Erestor, “Everything about you makes me come to life, and I think that I shall never see anything so beautiful.”

Glorfindel assaulted Erestor with a barrage of nips and kisses down the length of his body and up again until they were face to face once more, “I want to learn every inch of you, but it is as though there will always be something new to discover.” He paused, and his hand reached down and cupped Erestor’s genitals, “I like the thought of that.” He began caressing Erestor with the practiced stroke of a well-versed lover.

Erestor’s hips involuntarily gyrated upwards, forcing more of himself into Glorfindel’s hand, “I think you already know me quite well,” he said with bated breath, “I’ll not last much more if you keep stroking me like that.”

“Oh now, we wouldn’t want you spent so soon. I want to savor you this first time,” Glorfindel whispered, and released Erestor.

Erestor instantly regretted saying that. He could have let Glorfindel finish what he was doing and it would not have depleted his energy at all. The anticipation of knowing what Glorfindel felt like on him and in him would keep Erestor ready and able most of the night, but he didn’t want the elf lord thinking him overly anxious. However, his body was deceiving him as it had earlier, and his skin broke out in gooseflesh even though it felt heated to the touch.

Glorfindel looked up from Erestor, to the side table, “Damn,” he muttered.

“What is it?” Erestor asked.

“I must get up a moment,” Glorfindel answered and kissed his lover deeply, ending with Erestor’s lower lip between his teeth, “Don’t move.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Erestor said as he watched Glorfindel raise from his body, the elf lord’s cock fully roused. It hooked slightly upward in its fully extended state, a thing of magnificent beauty all of its own.

Glorfindel strode across the room to a couch against the far wall, and beside it was a small table with an ornate bottle sitting upon it. Erestor took this moment to observe Glorfindel’s body, perfect in every way. If the body of a warrior was a sight to behold dressed in full uniform, the naked form was like a temple born into flesh. The taut rounded arse, muscular thighs, slim waist and broadening torso with well-defined chest and square shoulders, Erestor could hardly wait to be trapped beneath it all, and feeling the weight of Fin pushing him into the bed. As he watched the elf lord retrieve the bottle, he realized what wall the couch sat against … the same wall that Theria’s room shared.

The couch, Erestor thought, that was where Glorfindel had given pleasure to the unknown recipient earlier, before he discovered Fin’s feelings towards him, and he his own toward the elf lord. Erestor quickly shooed away those thoughts. There was no room for a ghost tonight, but Glorfindel had turned and caught the uneasy look upon Erestor’s face. He crawled back into their bed, and glanced back over his shoulder to the couch, “That was before I knew for sure how you felt.”

“I know,” Erestor replied, but the hint of jealously escaped from the pit of his stomach in his tone. What he said next surprised him even more, “Have you had many lovers?”

Glorfindel nodded before he spoke, “Yes, I have.”

“Males? Females?”

“Males, yes, but only once with a woman,” Glorfindel answered honestly.

“Did you … love any of them?” Erestor said hesitantly. He was not sure why any of this mattered, but he could not stop himself from asking.

“Some of them, yes, but love exists in many different forms. As for the young man earlier, there was no love, only need for release … if that is what you were wondering.”

Erestor shook his head, “I did not think you would find love that quickly,” he said half joking.

“But I did … with you,” Glorfindel answered without hesitation to Erestor’s jest, “I can’t explain the way you make me feel. It is like nothing I have ever felt with any of them, even those that I so intimately loved with my heart. I look at your face, and you touch me so deeply that it … it—”

“It opens a door somewhere at the back of your heart,” Erestor finished for him.

Glorfindel grinned, “Yes, just like that. All the other’s entered thought my chest, but you wrap around my whole heart.”

“And for you, it beats from the inside out,” Erestor whispered. He reached out to Glorfindel, his hand finding its way around to back of the elf lord’s neck, and drew him down on top of him, “Make love to me, Glorfindel.”

The warrior, with the bottle in one hand, and the other bracing himself on the bed, hovered above Erestor. Glorfindel pulled the cork out with his teeth and spit it on the floor. He held the bottle up to Erestor, “Your hand,” he commanded and Erestor held it out, palm open. Glorfindel poured a liberal amount of the herbal smelling liquid into the counselor’s hand, “Prepare us,” he said.

Erestor took Glorfindel’s cock in his lubricated hand and applied the oil in a stroking motion. Glorfindel, kneeling between the other’s legs, closed his eyes and tilted his head back, his lips parting in silent pleasure. He covered Erestor’s hand with his own and they moved together up and down, slick with the oil. Then Glorfindel poured a small amount into his hand and stretched across the bed, placing the bottle on the side table. He settled back between Erestor’s legs, his fiery eyes resting on the counselor. Erestor bent his knees, his feet still flat on the bed, and began stroking himself with the residual oil on his palm, giving Glorfindel a salacious smile. Glorfindel watched Erestor fondle himself, and slipped his hand lower, preparing Erestor.

One finger … then two, Glorfindel dipped and spread Erestor, readying him for their first time. Erestor released his cock and lifted both legs, his hands grasping just behind his knees, and offered himself to the magnificent elf of gold that hovered just above him. With an elated moan, Erestor accepted him, inch by glorious inch until they were one in flesh. Short, careful, slow gyrations turned into hurried thrusts. Glorfindel knew how to move, what to caress, and how to bring burning desire to an inferno of rhapsody. They were both slick with sweat and oil, the scent of sage and the musk of sex filling the air of the small room. Golden hair mixed with black as the lovers were now face to face, flesh upon flesh, sharing each other’s heated breath.

Erestor opened his eyes, and found Glorfindel watching him, “I want to watch you come,” he whispered as he pushed deep inside the counselor.

“Come with me then,” Erestor responded and thrust his hips.

Glorfindel gasped and threw his head back, and then met Erestor’s gaze again with a crooked smile, “You are close. I can tell.”

“So are you, and I cannot wait,” Erestor said, enticing Glorfindel to bring him about.

Erestor delighted in the feel of Glorfindel’s arms as they snaked beneath his shoulders. The warrior readjusted for the deepest thrusts, and touched his forehead to Erestor’s. Their rhythm increased, friction making heat and cocks pulsating until at last, their bodies moved in tempo. Erestor’s muscles tightened around Glorfindel, and the elf lord spent himself. The glorious cock pulsed, caressing the last few tendrils of Erestor’s orgasm as he called his golden lover’s name, tasting the sweetness of it, and the way it rolled so easily off his tongue.

Glorfindel collapsed onto Erestor and remained buried, while Erestor’s legs lowered and came to rest on Fin’s thighs. The counselor took pleasure in the feel of Glorfindel’s weight upon him, reveled in the covered safety of his broad body, and listened as their hearts beat in a synced rhythm. Erestor blew his breath out as Glorfindel breathed his in. They fit together perfectly, the counselor noticed, the contours of each body nestling together like a completed puzzle … and it felt right. For once, Erestor knew he’d found his other half, the part of him that had been missing, though he never realized it. He had always been so sure of himself, never found anything amiss, but Glorfindel definitely filled some void he’d not known existed before.

Glorfindel softened and abandoned the warmth of Erestor’s body, coming to rest next to the counselor. Erestor rolled onto his side and draped his leg over Glorfindel’s thighs. They lay in a recovering silence for a while before Erestor spoke, “I was not honest with you before.”

“No? About what?” Glorfindel said, surprised by the unexpected admission.

“Earlier, when you asked about kissing you, I told you it wasn’t until now that I wanted it. Well, it was much longer ago … when I first laid eyes upon you.”

Glorfindel smiled arrogantly as he looked up at the ceiling, “I know.”

Erestor lifted his head, “You don’t know,” he insisted.

“Ai, but I do, counselor, for I saw you that day also. I saw your lips part and quiver.”

“You saw no such thing. You are just making that up,” Erestor said perturbed.

“You wore robes of moss green, the one with the intricate silver embroidery upon the sleeves and collar … a high collar. Around your neck was a black leather cord with a silver pendent in the shape of an arrowhead, inlaid with gold and a perfect oval sapphire in the center … an archers pendent gifted to you from your earlier days with the army. Your hair was braided down the back, but not the sides, and some of it had come loose, hanging over your temples. You looked worried for some reason, and there were shadows beneath your eyes, as though you had not slept in a long time.” Glorfindel stopped and huffed in a short laugh, “You hadn’t noticed when I looked at you, because you were looking at other parts of my anatomy.”

“Oh come now, I was not gawking,” Erestor said, turning his face away so that Glorfindel could not see the deepening red that made his cheeks feel as though they were on fire. However, everything else was as the warrior said. He did indeed wear the green robes. They were his finest back then, and with talk of the famous elf lord coming to seek residence in Rivendell, he had dressed accordingly.

The silence crept between them again, and Glorfindel twirled a strand of Erestor’s ebony hair around his index finger. Erestor had another question burning his curiosity though, “Why now and not then? Why did you not seek me out sooner?”

“I suppose I could ask you the same, Erestor.”

“Well, you were never alone, for one thing. If it was not Lord Elrond or visiting wizards, soldiers needing your advice or … or lovers of yours … well, I could not seem to speak with you without drawing someone’s attention,” Erestor answered.

“Perhaps neither of us was ready then.”

Erestor nodded, “Perhaps.”

Glorfindel rolled towards Erestor, “You are ready now though,” he said almost meant as a question.

“I think so,” Erestor said in barely a whisper, unsure why he answered doubtingly. It was the first answer that came to his mind.

Suddenly, Glorfindel sat up and flung himself onto Erestor, straddling the counselor’s hips. He leaned down so that his blue eyes seared Erestor’s hazel ones as they narrowed and demanded resolution, “You are ready now,” Glorfindel said as he clamored for authority, his words strong and emphasized. Erestor was slightly intimidated by Fin’s unpredictability. He never knew when Glorfindel would turn hunter, and round on him like a hawk closing in on its prey. There was always a part of Erestor that wanted to turn away and hide from the mercurial elf, but an even stronger side wanted to challenge the elf lord. He usually chose the latter, but right now, Glorfindel was naked and straddling his body, a hand rousing Erestor’s cock to attention and reaching for the oil again. The warrior gazed at him like a lion about to pounce. Then he moved swiftly, lifting himself with his knees, and brought himself forward until Erestor’s length rested at Glorfindel’s entrance. Erestor’s hands traveled up the strong thighs on either side of him, and came to rest at his lover’s hips while, at the same time, Glorfindel eased himself down upon Erestor’s cock.

Glorfindel’s back arched as he stretched his body. Erestor looked up at him, and watched as he tilted his head up, his luxurious gilded waves flowing down his back. It was a sight to behold and the feeling of being sheathed inside Glorfindel had Erestor reeling with instantaneous elation.

Erestor slid his hands to Glorfindel’s arse, and memorized the feel of clenching muscles. His fingers dug into his lover’s flesh as the warrior gyrated forward and backward.

Neither elf said a word as Glorfindel rode Erestor to oblivion. Rhythms hastened with both of them. Erestor writhed beneath Glorfindel, his hips bucking upward every time the warrior plunged down. Glorfindel had taken himself in his hand, and was expertly stroking his exquisite cock until he spilled himself upon Erestor’s stomach. Erestor had been watching, and Glorfindel’s bliss sent him into his own climactic orgasm. They were both moaning with ecstasy, riding a gluttonous wave that devoured them and left them devoid of energy. Again, Erestor found Glorfindel collapsing upon him, only now it was his own cock that was allowed to soften inside the warmth of a sated body. He would have wrapped his arms around Glorfindel, but they seemed to have liquefied, and he could do nothing but breathe. It seemed Glorfindel was experiencing the same reaction, and neither one moved for some time.

Finally, Glorfindel placed a hand on the bed at each side of Erestor’s shoulders, and forced himself up. His thick mane curtained them, cocooning them in darkness. Without the light of the lanterns, Glorfindel’s usually vivid blue eyes looked black and possessive. Then he spoke in a voice so hot with passion that it would have melted the icy wastelands of the Helecaraxë. “You’re mine now, Erestor,” he said slowly so that every word could be savored.

Erestor never surrendered control to anyone. He took pride in this fact, but now he found himself in Glorfindel’s complete possession. The part of him that reigned organization was in complete chaos as it tried to fight for authority. However, the unexplored side of Erestor’s personality, the side that Glorfindel had coaxed forward during this whole hunting trip, was more than willing to bow down and except the elf lord as its master. Erestor surrendered when Glorfindel’s lips capture his own and kissed him gently, lovingly, pleadingly.

Erestor went against everything he’d prided himself on, and gazed into Glorfindel’s eyes as if to say, ‘I am giving you every ounce of my trust by admitting this.’

“I am yours,” Erestor whispered as he dove into the unknown, allowing Glorfindel to lead him there. It had been a long time since Erestor handed the ship’s wheel over to anyone, but he was confident that Fin would not steer them wrong.

* * *

The next morning, Erestor awoke to the feel of Glorfindel’s body contoured to his back, an arm draped over his hip, and a few tendrils of yellow hair tickling his face. The change in his breathing woke Glorfindel, who rolled onto his back and stretched luxuriously.

“Good morning, counselor,” Glorfindel sang as he finished a wide yawn.

“Mmm … good morning,” Erestor said as he too stretched his muscles, “Must we be going today?”

Glorfindel sat up and scooted up the bed, back resting against the wooden headboard, “Is this the same elf that I left Rivendell with a week ago? Are we not on a schedule of some sort?” he asked surprised, “I figured you would have the horses ready and waiting with our packs by the time I woke up.”

“Am I not worthy of some recreational activity away from the libraries?” Erestor said as he sat up next to Glorfindel.

The elf lord leaned towards Erestor and gently bit his earlobe, “I think we were quite recreational last night.”

A shiver ran down Erestor’s spine, “I think I could get used to this free spirited lifestyle.”

“And I say I like you the way you already are,” Glorfindel responded.

Erestor laughed under his breath, “Then unfortunately, we must pry ourselves from this lover’s nest and be on our way home.” Erestor really did need to get back. Work would wait for no one, not even the chief counselor. He was sure to find a stack of parchments awaiting his return. Still, a part of him worried what would happen once they got back to Rivendell. Glorfindel was not known to stay in one place for very long. He was a traveler, a wanderer by nature. Erestor hoped Fin would stay for a while, especially now that they had started something promising between them.

As Glorfindel and Erestor prepared to leave at midday, the tavern owner approached them, and insisted that the elves stay for the feast of the fresh venison. Erestor watched as Glorfindel graciously turned down the offer, but promised to visit again. The elf lord had a special way with people. It didn’t matter the race, everyone he met found him to be charming and delightful. Erestor thought that Glorfindel could be leading them to their deaths, and the people would accept their fate with gratitude, so long as it was the ancient warrior who escorted them with his infectious smile and grace.

Glorfindel finished his business with the tavern owner and a few others who had come to thank him. Then he strode over to Erestor and their waiting horses, “You are very suave and persuasive, Glorfindel,” Erestor told him after they mounted their horses.

Glorfindel gave Erestor that captivatingly handsome smile that made the counselor want to throw him to the ground and have his way with him. “I’ve had more than my share of cajolery this past week,” he jested.

“Are you insinuating that I am difficult to persuade?” Erestor retaliated.

“Yes, I am saying that,” Glorfindel said without any explanation. Then he gave Erestor one of his haughty self-righteous smiles and asked, “Does that make you angry, counselor?”

The horses had started their slow trot down the road before Erestor could answer. Of course it made him angry, especially when Glorfindel behaved so arrogantly. Erestor turned his head to the side and found Glorfindel giving him that predatory gaze, but ignored it, “I am a bit perturbed, yes, but if you have to ask, then you do not know me as you claimed last night,” Erestor said , feeling as though he had the upper hand of the conversation. The counselor could play at this game.

Glorfindel had no response, and fell back a little so that they were not riding side by side. Erestor could feel the elf lord’s eyes burning into his back, and he unconsciously started to squirm in his saddle. No one had purposefully tried to antagonize the counselor before, and he found it a bit unnerving.

Finally, Glorfindel gave a chuckle from behind, “I think I will make a habit of getting under your skin, counselor. You are most alluring when you are flustered. And if you keep wiggling your arse like that, you’ll find out just what it is that you do to me.”

Erestor’s lips parted as visions of what Glorfindel meant to do to him played with his thoughts, “Oh my,” he whispered as he felt himself flush. He quickly regained his control, turned his head to the side, stuck his nose in the air, and gave a definite, “Hmph.” Then he sent his horse into a trot and rode ahead.

Erestor put on a good show, but Glorfindel’s voice kept ringing in his ears.

‘You are mine.’

Erestor wasn’t sure what he was getting himself into, but after this trip, after last night, he knew there was no one else he wanted to know better. There were many sides to Glorfindel, and discovering each one would be either a challenge or an adventure. What would he find out about the elf lord? What would he find out about himself? Could he be enough? That was the prize-winning question, wasn’t it? How could someone who’d lived so long and seen so much, who’d died and returned with the blessings of the Valar, who’d fought beside kings—

How could Erestor ever be enough for Glorfindel?

“Is everything alright?” Glorfindel said.

Erestor hadn’t heard Glorfindel come up next to him, and he shook his questioning thoughts away, “Fine, fine. I was getting my head together. You know … all the work waiting for me when we get back to the city.” Erestor smiled to cover up his true feelings, but he always felt emotionally naked with Glorfindel. This time was no different.

“I meant what I said, you are in the deepest part of my heart,” Glorfindel admitted sweetly.

How would Erestor ever become accustomed to Glorfindel’s ever-changing moods … from possessive to provoking to alluringly sweet? But this was Glorfindel. He was all of these personalities together in one handsome form, and to love Glorfindel was to love and accept each side of him.

Erestor smiled, this time genuinely, and gazed into those beautiful blue depths, “As you are in mine, Glorfindel … as you are in mine.”
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