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The Surprise

I. Stormy evening
The night was dark as the depths of his eyes. The sky was ovecast by heavy clouds and crossed by lightenings which reminded him of passion in that eyes, their sheen was as reflections of burning candles on the fair elven skin. How smooth and silky was that skin as well as the dark tresses binding his arms... And last night it all belonged to him, to Lord Glorfindel.

He underlaid his head by fine hand and looked at the fireplace. There he was, the object of his thoughts, sitting in a comfortable armchair. Noble features concentated whilereadread many pages of the book. Dark brown hair fell along his face on the violet-grey robe down to his hands. Delicate fingers caressed the spine of the book. He remembered very well their touch on his body...

"Your turn," a cool voice suddenly disturbed him from his thoughts. He forced himself to avert his eyes and looked at his disturber. He sat at the other side of the game-table, his long-time friend, Erestor. With eyebrow arched in quiestion he waited for Glorfindel's reaction. What did he actualy want?

Glorfindel lowered his eyes to the chessboard. They sat together nearby the window playing chess meanwhile outside there blew great guls. In the chamber there were also Elladan and Elrohir playing their harphs. They returned from another orc-hunt today. Glorfindel looked at the figure next to fireplace. He looked up and laid his eyes on the pair playing chess. He smiled slightly when he noticed Glorfindel's look. But then he lowered his eyes to the book again.

"Could you stop staring at Elrond and play?" Erestor hissed.

Chary to do it Glorfindel looked down at the playing-figures and made his move. Erestor sighed dramaticaly.

"What's the matter with you today? You have not played so bad for centuries!" quickly he made his move and eyed his friend.

Glorfindel forced himself not to give into his temptation to look at Lord Elrond again. Instead he tried to guess where their play was going. Erestor's fingers beating the table-desk confirmedh him that he had lost this game. He looked up at the black eyes opposite to him.

"I'm sorry, I can't concentate," he apologized with smile.

Erestor arched his eyebrow in guestion again. But there was no other sign of interest in his features.

Glorfindel lingered for a while but then he leaned over the desk and whispered: "Did you know that Elrond had a quill and scroll tattooed above his heart? A very small in fact..." Satisfied he smiled when dark-haired elf's eyes widened and his hand popped to his chest where his heart was. Glorfindel nodded.

"How... how do you know?" It was obvious Erestor tried not to show how affected he was. Even Glorfindel was surprised when he discovered that little tatoo last night. He had never noticed it. Again he laid his eyes on Elrond who continued reading unsuspected.

"Promise it will stay only between us, at least at the meantime."

Erestor took few deep breaths. So that was it! Now he understood why his friend was disatracted and unable to concentrate. Now he undestood his gaze while watching the ruler of Imladris. Erestor's eyes flashed but Glorfindel didn't notice because he was too occupied watching Elrond. Erestor tried to calm down his voice when speaking.

"Are you sure?" he gritted his teeth.

Glorfindel nodded with a smile. The last night was imprinted indelibly into his mind...
It begun when he found his friend Erestor wandering down the dark coridors at the wakeful night. The idea of drinking down a few goblets of wine seemed to be perfect. Although Erestor expected Glorfindel to work one of his pranks on him or to challenge him to some verbal fight. But nothing like that happened, on the contrary in the comforting silence they accompanied each other lost in their own thoughts.

Glorfindel felt many times that Erestor looked at him as if he was about to tell him something. But when their eyes met his eyes were lost to him, focusing on something at the distance, looking right through Glorfindel. Everytime he wished to ask what was Erestor's problem but every time he was held back by something in his mind. Instead of that he filled up his goblet with white wine.

The drink proved to be more potent than he suspected. The last thing he remembered was that Erestor standing up to leave. Then Glorfindel fell asleep. He was woken up by hot mouth exploring his nape. He inclined his head to make a better access possible. He raised up his hands to delve his fingers into the long silky tresses embracing his body.

Experienced hands stroked his chest while the lips slipped down to his collar bone and then to the shoulder and back. Their kisses were like touches of butterfly's wings even so they seemed to burn his skin. His body cried for more. And then those incredible lips moved up his nape to the tip of his ear. Intense pleasure flashed through his body to make him moan and widen his eyes. His body arched upwards and he rubbed his hips against his tormentor.

Heavy breath caressed Glorfindel's ear. Experienced fingers took his chin and turned his head. For a moment in the light of a distant candle he caught the sight of dark eyes behind the same dark hair stroking his bare skin. He wanted to raise his hand to shift the tresses away but the elf bent down and joined their lips. They were hot and firm and experienced and surprisingly soft. And at that moment irresistible. They played with his lower lip. Then a tip of a velvet tongue touched the corner of his mouth. It slid down his bottom lip and darted out.

Glorfindel closed his eyes. Silky fingers caressed his nape and moved down to his chest. They followed his pectoral muscle until they brushed the nipple. A wave of pleasure burst into his groin. The golden-haired elf took a sharp breath. The tongue immediately slid between his lips, slowly circled them until it shifted further and touched his teeth. And then it met Glorfindel's tongue.

Glorfindel laid his hand on the silky shoulder from whence it stroked slender back under the soft hair to the curve of the hip. He growled when the elf released his lips. His chest was lifting in heavy breaths in the need of air. Light kisses dotted his jaw to the pointy ear where they stayed for a while caressing the curve of his ear. Gentle bite to its sensitive tip raised Glorfindel's hips again.

He could feel the smile on that wicked lips which made his body burn with desire and clouded his mind. They slid down his nape and followed the hands to his chest. Thumbs teasingly circled his waiting nipples. Then the tongue licked one of them. Glorfindel gasped in surprise when hot mouth took it in. And while the tongue played with it, the second one was pinched by the fingers.

Glorfindel threw his head back and moaned. Waved of pleasure joined in this groins and intensified. Elven free hand moved down on his ribs and slim waist to his hip. Meanwhile it stroked down his tight, hot mouth took the second nipple in. Golden-haired elf didn't stick at his nudity neither how he got into his bed, all of his thoughts were focused on the burning heat that the dark- haired elf evoked in him when that hand reached between his tights.

Their lips met again in another long kiss wchich took his breath away. They silenced his passionate moan when their hard shafts touched and caressing fingers encircled them. He felt more gates of pleasure opening with every move of that hand that he didn't know so pleasurable.

Glorfindel protested nearly despairing when the mysterious elf pulled away. But when he opened his eyes he could only gasp in surprise. He saw as the elf knelt above his throbbinmbermber. An oily-wet palm stroked him and then the slender body decreased on him. He felt the tight hot depths opening slowly before him. It was more he could bear. He thrust in.

His bounded mind barely noticed the painful moan when all of his lenght dived into that velvet body. Surprisingly strong hands grasped his waist to prevent him from moving. He d tod to get through the curtain of dark hair covering the bent forward face this mysterious elf and embracing his slender body.

But all his intentions were clouded when the elf started to move. Dark tresses flied as he threw his head back and moaned. A pure passion was presented to Glorfindel. Fascinated he raised his hands to caress the curve of the slender hips. His fingers moved over the muscles of the abdomen until they reached the chest. He noticed a little drawing above the wildly beating heart. He watched as the soft hand stroked the hard member but with every movement of their bodies it was more and more difficult to keep his eyes open.

And when the hot walls contracted around him and he heard the sensual cream filling the quiet of his chamber Glorfindel felt the fire gathering in one place of his lower body burst forth to the every part of him. Behind the closed eyelids he could see thousands stars dancing like the great fireworks. He didn't know if he could bear such intense feeling which hadn't allowed him to take a breath and had stopped the beating of his heart...

In the morning the dark-haired elf was gone. The only thing that assured Glorfindel it hadn't been all a dream was the heavy scent of their love-making. He induced a clouded vision of the slender body, dark tresses and deep eyes he caught sight of. It took him a while until he identified his mysterious elf.

Erestor watched his friend with wide eyes when he finished his story and announced he was sure that the one and only Lord Elrond had been his mysterious visitor. Glorfindel smiled satisfied. He expected this news would be a shock for his cool friend. But there was something else written in those huge dark eyes he didn't recognise immediately because he looked again at the ruler of Imladris. Erestor's fair features blushed on his high cheek bones.

"And are you so sure?" he snarled at Glorfindel who looked at him in surprise.

Golden-haired elf nodded. Of course he was sure. Who else than Lord Elrond had the courage to enter his chambers uninvited? Who else had such unbound passion inside? He could feel it when he had met Elrond for the first time. He saw it when Elrond married Celebr�an. And now Celebr�an was gone... So why couldn't Elrond..."

"And what if I tell you that you are wrong? That Lord Elrond did not enter your chambers last night," Erestor continued with his quiet voice which was dangerous enough for the most of the Imladris' elves to go off his way. Black eyes narrowed and pierced the blue pools opposite him. Glorfindel on the other hand never minded him.

"Do you suggest that I imagine things?" he was put up back his friend didn't believe him. "Do you think I do not deserve HIM?"

With one irate movement Erestor threw off the white and black playing-figures of the table. Had it ever been important what he thought? Every time Glorfindel had to argue with him even though he was wrong. Oh, he was so stubborn! Sometimes Erestor had even thought of beating a little common sense into his golden head.

Angry Erestor stood up so his chair keeled over. Elladan and Elrohir stopped playing harphs in wonder to listen to yet another quarrel between their former tutors. Even Elrond looked up. Glorfindel and Erestor often argued but this time it didn't seem to be a simple quarrel. Erestor's patience reached its peak.

Erestor rested his hands on the table, leaned over to his friend and yelled: "You were so drunk you don't know who you slept with!"

Glorfindel looked in surprise as Erestor's fair skin beamed until the shining light around him was nearly palpable. Black eyes flashed with dangerous fire, dark tresses flew around angry face. He had never seen his friend loosing his self control to this degree. Many times Erestor was cross with him after some inappropriate prank. But this time the whole streght of his elven being piled up around him...

Frightened the golden-haired elf watched as Erestor, all flying black robes, came to Lord Elrond who observed them carefully. He grabed his arm and pulled him from the armchair. He draged the ruler in front of Glorfindel. Without any word he clutched his robe and tore it apart. Completely thunderstruck Glorfindel watched as Erestor pushed Elrond close to him and yelled again: "See, nothing! Nothing!"

Then he turned and left quickly. A long time sounded furious slam in Glorfindel's ears. He could only stare at that door, motionless. A long while passed until Lord Elrond made a move to cover his bare chest.

"What is it supposed to mean? What did you do to him this time?" Elrond asked.

Wide blue eyes looked up at him. Behind them puzzled pieces of thoughts flickered. None tatoo... Elrond... That had not been Elrond... How did Erestor know?... Why was he so angry? Maybe... maybe Erestor and Elrond?... But who was his mysterious elf?
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