A Letter of Love

Title: A Letter of Love
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien, not me.

Summary: Erestor agrees to write a love letter for a friend, but all is not as it seems.

A Letter of Love

In Imladris, and indeed Lothlorien and Mirkwood as well, Erestor’s reputation as a scholar and a lover of the written word was second only to that of Elrond’s. Any letter sent to the leaders of the other elven realms, dealing with matters of import such as negotiating combined border patrols, requests for their attendance at the rare meetings or merely invitations to some celebration or other came from Erestor’s quill. The advisor also was often sought to pen the occasional trade agreement for the merchants he dealt with in the course of duties associated with the running of Imladris. However, the most unusual request he had received was to write a love letter for a particularly shy elf who had lost his heart to one of the Galadhrim.

Matchmaking was not normally a task he would have agreed to undertake, but he accepted the challenge to please his dear friend Lindir, who declared his most talented harpist, was deeply in love and neglecting his music as he pined for the lover he had not yet admitted his feelings towards. To Erestor’s way of thinking this was an unnecessary waste of talent and the problem needed to be rectified at once.

The advisor quickly realised the folly of his poorly thought out decision when it occurred to him that, never having given his heart to another, he really had no idea how to write a sincere love letter. Lindir was in the same position and the only other person Erestor felt comfortable asking was Elrond. This idea was discarded when the minstrel vehemently stressed the need for privacy on the part of his friend.

Deciding there was no one else Erestor was forced to resort to whatever information was to be found in the library. He assumed that there would be at least one or two tomes on the subject and he spent many hours researching every book, scroll and letter he could find, but to no avail. There were numerous words written on romance, love and the more physical aspects of desire, but there was simply no reading that would teach him how to express feelings he had never experienced. That left only one possible course of action, he needed to find a lover, or at least someone who would be willing to describe the emotions associated with giving one’s heart and soul in love.

Taking a fresh piece of parchment, Erestor listed all the available elves in Imladris, discarding those he would never consider as either loving or desirable. The advisor’s standards in this regard were high, and the lisicklickly became very short until, after several more hours of consideration, not one name remained. Sighing with exasperation, the dejected advisor walked over to the window for a breath of fresh air. A smile lit his eyes as he realised his problem was solved by the elf who was just dismounting.

Glorfindel, the radiantly beautiful and extremely desirable Balrog slayer had arrived from Mithlond barely a week ago and not only was the re-born lord a hero, but also well experienced as a lover, judging by the many accounts of his life Erestor had read in the books about Gondolin. This elf would certainly know what to write, and since he was unknown to both Lindir’s friend and his would be lover, Erestor decided their anonymity would remain intact.

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Several weeks passed before Erestor found the courage to make his request and in that time, Erestor and Glorfindel had quickly developed a great respect for one another and a rapport not many shared with the acerbic advisor. Glorfindel found Erestor’s sharp wit amusing, and it was common for them to engage in verbal sparring usually at the Council meetings. Neither was afraid to voice their opinions on various matters and since they often held totally opposite viewpoints, the ensuing arguments soon earned them a reputation as hated enemies. In fact, nothing could have been further from the truth, for although the arguments rarely ever ended in public, except with one or the other storming off in anger, they were more often resolved in private, usually over a cup or two of wine and an exchange of laughter as they agreed to disagree. Both elves relished this private time together, and felt extremely comfortable in each other’s company. So much so that they Glorfindel would often arrive already attired in the loose shirt and pants he wore to bed as did Erestor. There was not even the necessity to knock on the door, as the welcoming smile he was always greeted with indicated to the Balrog slayer.

Also during the time Erestor and Glorfindel spent becoming close friends, Lindir’s pleas for his friend to hurry with the letter did not fall on deaf ears. Erestor was expecting Glorfindel to come to his chambers for a game of chess that evening and he promised Lindir the letter would be written the next day.

Glorfindel and the bottle of wine he had brought for them to share arrived at Erestor’s chambers as arranged and rather than begin their chess game, Erestor made his request.

“Glorfindel, I need your assistance with a small matter,” he said as soon as they were both seated comfortably in the armchairs Erestor had placed on the balcony, the better to enjoy the soft warmth of the summer night.

“How may I be of assistance?” Glorfindel asked stretching lazily causing his shirt to tighten against his muscular chest and a warm flush to add a pale pink tinge to Erestor’s cheek as he watched the erotically graceful movements.

“I have been asked to write a love letter on behalf of another, and find that the words do not come easily when I have not experienced the emotions for myself. I mean no disrespect, but I have read of your past liaisons in Gondolin and judge that you may be able to help me," Erestor stated plainly as he handed his companion a cup of wine after taking a large gulp of his own to settle his racing pulse. Glorfindel sipped his wine slowly, an unfathomable look in his eyes.

“I am more than willing to help you experience the emotions,” he replied in a sultry voice causing Erestor to take another overly large mouthful of his wine.

“Ai, I am not asking you to do that, can you not just tell me?” Glorfindel cocked an eyebrow at his friend, put his wine aside and moving with the swiftness borne of his warrior training, took Erestor in his arms and kissed him soundly, releasing the soft lips only when they both needed air.

“Does that answer your question?” Glorfindel asked, still holding the dark beauty in his arms as he had wanted to do since the day they met.

“About the pleasure of kissing, aye I suppose it does, but what of love?” Erestor asked, suddenly wishing Glorfindel was his lover. He shook his head to clear it of the unbidden thought, but could do nothing about the sudden weakness in his knees when he heard Glorfindel’s reply.

“Love is the fire in my body that I feel when I hold you, the racing of my heart whenever I hear your voice, or catch a glimpse of you across the room. It is my need to be with you, even in reverie, and my desire to please you any way I can. It is the song my heart and soul sing only for you, my beloved Eretor. It is three simple words…I love you,” Glorfindel said, declaring his love with heart felt sincerity.

“I love you,” repeated Erestor realising the words were true for him as well.

“I love you, my Glorfindel!” He shouted happily again. “But I need that delicious sensation of your lips on mine one more time … just to be certain I can describe the way I felt exactly,” Erestor said with a smile that was anything but innocent as he took his lover’s hand and lead him to the bed. Glorfindel was more than willing to comply, and lay beside Erestor, pulling him into his arms as they kissed again. This time the kiss was long and passionate as tongues explored mouths eager to receive them, and lips were crushed together with bruising intensity.

“Besides the sweetness of a lover’s kiss, perhaps your letter should mention the fire of a touch like this,” Glorfindel whispered seductively as he traced the outline of Erestor’ ear with his tongue, then followed the angle of his cheek to the curve of his neck. Erestor indeed felt like his blood had been replaced with fire, and he moaned and writhed with desire as Glorfindel continued to torture him with soft licks and playful nips as fingers deftly undid the opening to the loose shirt Erestor wore, exposing the chest that was rising and falling as rapidly as his heart was beating. Erestor screamed his pleasure as one hardened nipple was caught between Glorfindel’s teeth, and he blushed furiously when he felt the hardness in his leggings. Glorfindel’s smile of delight was absolutely feral as he quickly relieved his lover of the confining garment.

“Have you experience enough for your letter yet, or do you want more?” Glorfindel’s breath was hot against Erestor’s arousal as he playfully teased the head of the silk covered steel with his tongue.

“More…please…MORE!” Erestor shouted as the wet tongue moved to caress first his heavy sacs then the small opening behind. He growled in protest when the moistness withdrew and Glorfindel released his hold on the needful body, even though he did so just long enough to shed his own clothing.

“Not just yet, my impatient one. Your letter will not be complete until you know what it is like to touch me in the same manner,” Glorfindel said his voice filled with lust and need as he took Erestor’s hand and placed it over his own hardened nipple.

The advisor needed no further prompting and slowly ran his hands over the naked chest, sucking on the sensitive tip of the delicately pointed ear as he did so, smiling with delight as Glorfindel moaned softly and pulled their bodies close. Erestor wriggled wantonly, causing an exquisite tingling sensation to course through them both as the soft skin of their naked bodies rubbed against one another. Moving his lips slowly down Glorfindel’s neck, he stopped to briefly suck the smooth curve before continuing his exploration, taking first on nipple and then the other in his mouth and rolling his tongue over the erotic roughness of the small erections.

Now it was Glorfindel’s turn to writhe with anticipation as Erestor, ever the fast learner, began to place delicate kisses down the clenching stomach muscles, stopping finally as he took Glorfindel’s weeping erection in his mouth. The Balrog slayer’s moans of want only served to increase Erestor’s desire, as did the thrusting of hips that moved the rigid member in and out of the moist, hot mouth. Erestor continued to suck the delicious hardness, and almost gagged on the hot creamy fluid that filled his throat when, in his inexperience, he teased Glorfindel’s opening, only to find his finger impaled as far as the pleasure spot within.

“I am sorry, Erestor, I should have warned you I was about to come,” panted Glorfindel when he realised why the advisor was almost choking.

“No need for apologies, I enjoyed that almost as much as you,” Erestor replied with satisfied smirk.

“Then let me complete your education. Do you have any oil?” Glorfindel asked knowing that Erestor was untouched and would require a gentle entrance. Erestor retrieved the oil he used on his hair from his dresser and in moments was writhing with pleasure as Glorfindel’s finger slowly penetrated his depths. Lips were claimed in another fiercely passionate kiss, and by the time Glorfindel had added another two fingers, Erestor was incoherent with ecstasy. He whimpered when the fingers were withdrawn only to begin soft pleas for Glorfindel to move against the pleasure spot within once his hardness had been fully sheathed.

Content with knowing that there would be many more chances for wild and lusty couplings, the new lovers made slow, gentle love, savouring every intimate kiss and caress of their lips and their bodies. As he felt his peak approaching, Glorfindel took Erestor in hand and stroked him firmly in time with his own thrusts which became harder and deeper. In moments they spilled their seed together, softly moaning each other’s names into the night as two songs now singing in harmony echoed in their minds.



It was well into the next day, and only after more languorous lovemaking, followed by the most pleasurable bath Erestor could ever recall taking, thanks to Glorfindel’s lustful ministrations, that the advisor finally sat down to pen the letter for Lindir’s friend. He looked up in surprise when Glorfindel took the quill from his hand.

“What are you doing, Glorfindel? I promised Lindir I would have the letter ready today and it already almost noon. It will not take long, and then I will give you my full attention,” Erestor said suggestively reaching up to tenderly caress his lover’s cheek.

“I have a confession to make, my love. Even as we speak, some of my warriors are escorting our love sick harpist to Lothlorien where he is to take up a position with Celeborn’s musicians, and no doubt in his lover’s bed as well. It was not the musician, but I who contrived with Lindir to ask you for a love letter. Do you not approve of my method of seduction?”

“Indeed it was very inventive,” Erestor agreed as he reached up to tenderly caress his lover’s cheek.

“ And so delightfully successful that I must try again,” Glorfindel whispered huskily, taking his beloved into his arms and kissing him breathless as the slow dance of seduction began once more.