The innocence of elves

Title: “The Innocence of Elves”
Author: Fishy
Rating: NC17.
Notes: AU. Not beta’d. I know nothing of the courtship of elves, but I always think of it as something similar to this. What I had in mind during this was the concept of marriage and sex with elves; in that sex is marriage to them.
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Summary: The courtship of the two elves.
Warning: Slash M/M
Feedback: Yes please@ fishy@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I own nothing.

The innocence of elves.


They had been courting for a few years now, a short time for the average elf, but an age for an elf in love. It was Glorfindel who had approached Erestor, it had taken some persuasion but Erestor had finally relented to his continuous small gifts and compliments, agreeing to have a private dinner with him for the first time. They had now spent many evenings together, simply talking or strolling in the gardens, he remembered the first time he had held the advisors hand. Erestor was speaking, about what he could not remember. And stealthily he had taken a hand that casually fell at the councillors side and interlaced their fingers. He made it such a casual thing, even though it was a big step for the both of them. Erestor had paused in the middle of his tale, looked down at their hands and blushed slightly before continuing with his story wearing a smile on his face. It had taken two weeks to get as far as holding hands with Erestor, it had taken even longer for them to share their first kiss.

Months into their relationship now and it was safe to say he was in love. Since their first dinner together they had spent every evening together since. He had learned so much about Erestor, the small personal details that only a lover should know, which was exactly what he considered himself. They had not shared their bodies but the relationship was still new, but he knew secrets about Erestor that the advisor had never shared with anyone else. He knew that thunder and lightning had always unnerved him, ever since he was a child. He knew that Erestor had an affinity for strawberries, and that he had a book collection in his rooms that rivalled that of the library of Imladris itself.

He enjoyed the fact that Erestor knew similar small details of his life that no one else knew of, and he especially loved that Erestor had asked about each detail. After those few months of getting to know small intimate details, and of holding hands Glorfindel had dared try for a first kiss. At the end of every evening spent together Glorfindel would walk Erestor to his rooms, there they would say goodnight and stand there for a few awkward moments before Erestor would enter his rooms and close the door or Glorfindel would turn and leave for his own. The first few nights before he had managed to lift the hand he continuously held and kiss it before departing, he had even gone as far as bravely kissing Erestor on the cheek. But the following night he was determined to taste the soft pouting lips for the first time, they stood before Erestor’s door, the advisor with one hand loosely on the handle, not expecting anything out of the ordinary.

“Well goodnight.” He had whispered, waiting for Glorfindel to either kiss his hand or cheek.

When Glorfindel dropped the hand he had been holding and had stepped closer, Erestor’s eyes had widened slightly and he had heard the quick intake of breath as Erestor realised his intentions. He had placed both of his hands at the advisors waist and had slowly moved his lips closer to Erestor’s. Slowly he inched closer, he could feel Erestor lightly place his hands on his chest, not pushing him away but unsure of what to do with them. He touched his lips to Erestor’s chastely, before pulling back slightly. He smiled when Erestor opened his eyes, Erestor closed them again when he had leaned in for a second more confident kiss. Their lips slowly opened and closed against each others, he had not ventured to dip his own tongue in the sweet mouth to rub against Erestor’s in fear of spoiling the moment. But he had wrapped one arm about his slim waist and held the advisor at the nape of the neck while enjoying every moment of the sweetest kiss he had ever had. When he finally pulled away he had felt his heart flutter at the coy smile he had received. Reaching for the councillors hand he kissed the back of it, and again murmured his good nights and watched as Erestor blindly reached for the handle of the door blushing crimson before entering his rooms. That had been their first kiss, their first caress however had been as heated as their kiss if not more so.

Elves are a merry folk, they laugh and love. But they do not take matters of the heart lightly. Glorfindel had shared many a kiss and even a caress before, but had never of course partaken in the acts of love making. For to do so, as all elves knew would be to bind yourself to your partner, in heart and soul for all eternity. Now Glorfindel knew after his first shared kiss that Erestor was to be his mate, he would be the one he wished to spend the rest of his waking life with. But being unsure of Erestor’s own feelings their courtship continued to be a slow one. So it was more than two years into their relationship before Glorfindel had tried to first caress Erestor.


They had been in a secluded part of the vast gardens late at night at a favourite spot of theirs. They had taken to spending a lot of their time in the gardens, enjoying the tranquillity, but more importantly the privacy. Though they still walked hand in hand sweetly, Glorfindel would take any opportunity to kiss his beloved, and in the gardens at night there were many.

Their kisses although still loving were no longer shy, he loved the feel of Erestor’s tongue sliding against his own, and he would grow breathless when feeling the advisor’s cool slim digits brush his neck and scalp or grip his shoulders. It was during one of these intimate embraces that he had slowly slid his hands below Erestor’s hips and had clutched at his shapely behind. Erestor had gasped and pulled away from the kiss but Glorfindel had immediately reclaimed the lips and continued to rub and squeeze his rear moaning into the kiss at being able to feel Erestor’s arousal against his own.


They had already exchanged words of love, but all elves were loving and would bestow the same gesture upon any friend, so as it was at the time, they were no closer to discerning each others feeling for one another. So they were still unsure of how serious their relationship actually was, whether they would become each others bonded, or if they were merely enjoying each others company for the time being.

It was upon one night, a couple years into their courtship and only a few months ago that Glorfindel had made his heart known, and had taken the largest step in their intimacies at that point. He had walked Erestor to his rooms as he always had, but when Erestor had turned to say his goodnights Glorfindel had interrupted him.

“Erestor, can I come in?” He had asked quietly.
“You want to come in?” Erestor had clearly unsure of whether to let Glorfindel into his rooms this late at night.

“I just want to hold you Erestor, can I stay the night?”

Erestor had opened his door and had stepped aside, allowing Glorfindel entry to his room. Glorfindel had been in his rooms before, just never this late at night.

Glorfindel had walked into the advisors room and watched him as he nervously unhooked the clasp of his cloak. Glorfindel, not wearing a cloak began to remove his tunic while Erestor was neatly hanging his cloak up. When Erestor had turned back around he stopped in his tracks seeing Glorfindel bent over removing his boots, chest bare.

Glorfindel had then walked over to Erestor and had begun to untie the clasps of advisors own clothing. He had been able to feel Erestor tremble slightly as he eased the clothing from his shoulders. When both stood in naught but their leggings they looked at each other uncertainly.

“Do you sleep in your leggings?” Glorfindel had asked softly.
“Not usually.” Came the whispered answer.

He had slowly began to untie the laces of his breeches, Erestor watched as the warrior slid the clothing down his thighs and onto the floor, blushing crimson and unable to look away from the lax length that lay between his legs.

Smiling he had approached Erestor and repeated the process on the councillor. When they were both bare Glorfindel had led them to the bed and climbed in, pulling Erestor with him. When they both lay there Erestor had laid there nervously unsure of what to do. Glorfindel, new to this himself pulled the councillor close and into his arms.

“This is nice.” Erestor had whispered, enjoying being held. Glorfindel had smiled at the closeness they shared, and they had soon both fallen into reverie.

Glorfindel had been the first to wake, holding a naked Erestor had proven to be more than his elfhood could withstand. Looking between the sheets he found that his sleeping companion fared no better.

He had nuzzled into Erestor’s neck waking him slowly. When he felt the body he held against him move and sigh softly he knew he had successfully woken his sleeping partner. He mumbled his good morning before ravishing the alluring lips before him, Erestor had responded to the kiss willingly. But there was a difference between kissing passionately in the gardens, and kissing passionately whilst laying naked together in a bed.

Both began to pant at the close proximity of naked flesh, small daring gropes were made, hands had trailed down spines to clutch at buttock cheeks, patches of skin that had yet been unveiled to each other were kissed. But it was when Glorfindel had pulled the sheet away from Erestor to lay atop of him that he realised that perhaps he had gone to far.

When he had covered Erestor’s body with his own he had not noted the slightly fearful look in the advisors eyes. He had again ensnared swollen lips with his own and had began to rock unconsciously against the body beneath him. It had been when their arousals had met and rubbed together that both moaned aloud. But it had also been when Erestor had ripped his lips from Glorfindel’s and pushed him away.

“Stop Glorfindel please!” Erestor had looked almost fearful when Glorfindel had looked down into wide brown eyes. Glorfindel had until then felt unsure of the advisors feelings for him, but laying beside his love and being kissed so perfectly he had assumed Erestor returned his love. He felt his heart sink when he realised he had been wrong.

Glorfindel had slowly gotten out of the bed and began to dress. His shoulders were slouched and his cheeks blazing crimson, Erestor had merely sat up in bed watching Glorfindel’s actions in confusion. When he adorned his legging he had turned back to Erestor clutching his boots and tunic to his chest, simply wishing to leave the room. Before he did so he forced himself to make eye contact, it was with his chin trembling and sorrowful blue eyes that he spoke.

“I’m sorry I didn’t, I wasn’t going to,,” His voice shook with emotion at being turned away from the one he loved.

“I’m sorry.” He had eventually simply said.

Unable to hold back any more tears began to fall down his heated cheeks in humiliation, he had quickly turned and left the room before Erestor could say a word. Erestor had sat there staring at the door trying to process what had just happened. He had never seen Glorfindel cry before, and he had certainly never meant to embarrass him. Everything had moved so fast he had simply wished to pause for a moment before they had gotten too carried away. He would speak to Glorfindel when they would meet at midday, as they always did.


Glorfindel had not met him at midday, he was yet unable to face Erestor, afraid that he had ruined the relationship they had built of the past few years. Erestor had put this down to the fact that maybe Glorfindel had been too busy with his duties, he had been before and had simply apologised when they had met in the gardens later. Erestor had sat in the gardens that evening waiting for Glorfindel for what seemed like hours, he swiped away tears when considering that perhaps Glorfindel no longer wanted to continue their relationship if he could not have the intimacies he obviously yearned for. But no, Glorfindel had left the his rooms that morning in tears, if Glorfindel had only cared about pleasures of the flesh than he would not of looked so vulnerable and crest fallen when leaving his rooms. Finally unable to wait any longer he had gone to the warriors rooms.

Erestor had not bothered to knock before entering, he had practised what he was going to say on the way to Glorfindel’s rooms and had opened the doors and slammed them shut behind him. Glorfindel had been seated at his window, sitting on the ledge with his arms wrapped about his knees, looking more like a melancholy child rather than the fearsome warrior he was.

“You can not get what you want from my flesh so you do not want me at all?” He had meant for it to come out as demanding and angry, but he inwardly winced at the pleading tone and the slight hitch in his voice.

“What?” Glorfindel had stood from where he was seated and approached the advisor, but still stood at a safe distance.

Erestor had softened somewhat at seeing Glorfindel’s swollen red eyes, he stepped forward and wiped at a still damp tear track.

“I have never seen you cry before, I don’t like it. Glorfindel what happened this morning?” He had whispered.

Glorfindel had tried to look away but was pulled back to face the advisor.

“What happened?” The slighter elf persisted.
“You…Erestor you looked at me like I was a monster.” He managed to croak out. Erestor had immediately dropped his gaze feeling ashamed of how he had made his love feel. He looked up again when Glorfindel continued.

“I have never done that before, I have never wanted to, but you made me feel confident that it was alright to, because you loved me too. But then…you…you looked at me with such fear, and I realised that…perhaps you didn’t, you made me feel disgusting, like some vile creature trying to force himself upon you.” Glorfindel’s voice had cracked, he turned away when more tears fell down his already wet and stinging cheeks.

Erestor stood speechless, quickly he moved in front of Glorfindel and cupped his lovers face, wiping away tears with his thumbs while looking at him pleadingly.

“I had never intended for you to feel that way, and I love you too but, you left so quickly, before I could explain…I was scared Glorfindel, not because of what you were doing, but because of how fast it was spiralling out of control.”

“I don’t understand.”
“Glorfindel, I was not afraid of you, but of what I would of let happen. At that moment I..I would of given you anything and everything, and before you knew it, you would have been bound to someone who you had not intended to bind to, now you wouldn’t of wanted that would you?” Erestor tried to laugh and sound amused after he spoke, but it was painfully obvious that he was on the verge of tears himself.

Glorfindel, beginning to understand and finally gaining a little insight for Erestor’s feelings towards him was eased by the dark elf’s words. Now it was he who needed to reassure his love, feeling bold he spoke, baring his heart in full, willing to risk heart brake.

“What if I did?”
“What do you mean?”
“I would bind myself to you Erestor.”

Erestor had backed away slightly but could not free his hands that Glorfindel held in his own.

“You know not what you say Glorfindel.”
“I am much older than you Erestor I think I do.”
“You would be bound to me, my very spirit for the rest of our existence Glorfindel this is not something to jest about or to decide upon on a whim. You can not do this to simply fulfil your desires.”

Slightly offended by the doubt the advisor clearly felt Glorfindel had pulled Erestor close into his arms, cupping his chin firmly, whispering against his lips.

“You remember our first kiss Erestor?” Erestor closed his eyes and nodded, his breath coming fast.

“I knew even before then, if I could never touch you Erestor, never kiss you…
Glorfindel had paused to kiss Erestor breathless as if to show him what he would be willing to give up before continuing.

…..then I would still want for our spirits to be as one, for them to be entwined, even if our bodies could not be.”

Erestor had been unable to respond, his head spinning.

“The question is, what do you want Erestor? Would you bind yourself to me?”

There were several moments of heavy silence in the room, Glorfindel felt the nod of the head he still held onto gently before the words were spoken.

“Yes,,,” Erestor said in a whisper, almost in disbelief of what he was saying.
“Yes,, yes I would bind myself to you.” He had said louder and with a smile.
“Yes?” Glorfindel asked daring to smile and stroke his loves face.
“Yes, yes!” Erestor nodded vigorously before pressing his lips into a tight line to keep from becoming overwhelmed with emotion.

Glorfindel on the other hand had no problem with letting his emotions show and laughed aloud in his joy. He had picked up the slighter elf about the waist and had spun him in a circle, when he again lowered his now laughing and giddy lover Erestor had kissed him soundly.

“I love you Glorfindel.” He had whispered contently
“We will wed with all our loved ones present, then we will bind together that same night.” Erestor had smiled and claimed kiss after kiss from his soon to be bonded.


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They stood in their bedroom now, wedded. It had been a beautiful ceremony, they had danced, laughed and cried. Now they both stood before the bed, holding hands whilst looking towards the welcoming piece of furniture that would aid them in consummating their marriage.

With a sly grin that made his husband chuckle Glorfindel pulled Erestor up tight next to his body and walked him backwards until they both fell upon the bed. They had not spent another night together, they had decided not to tempt each other, so every evening before the wedding night they had kissed each other with all of their pent up passion and gone to their separate rooms. Now they did not have separate rooms, and there was nothing to keep them from partaking in what they had longed for since the one night they had slept side by side.

There they lay, slowly undressing each other. Erestor sat straddling his husbands waist as he slowly released all the clasps of the finely embroidered shirt. When all clasps were accounted for Erestor slowly peeled back the shirt to view the impressive broad chest. He could feel Glorfindel’s arousal grow beneath him as he bit his lip and sat there, back straight, and let his hands straying over the smooth chest and stomach. Glorfindel looked up at him with dilated pupils, panting softly as Erestor ran his fingers along the waist band of his leggings. Slowly Erestor leant forward for a kiss, but with a grin he pulled away from Glorfindel’s lips as the warrior leaned forward and attacked his neck instead.

Glorfindel moaned as Erestor kissed his chest, gently cradling the back of his husbands head. He cried out when Erestor experimentally licked at a nipple, no one had ever done that to him before. His desire to be tasting Erestor grew as the advisor kissed his stomach, but as Erestor dipped his tongue into his navel his desire overwhelmed him and he had Erestor on his back within a second.

Erestor’s eyes had gone wide and a smile spread across his face in excitement as Glorfindel took control, Glorfindel looked so very masculine, so dominant, he found himself writhing beneath each touch the warrior bestowed upon him. He cried out when Glorfindel teased his own erect nubs and navel after undressing him completely, and looked down to see with rising desire Glorfindel hover over his groin. They had never gone as far as they were about to now sexually, so it was no surprise when Erestor cried out loudly as Glorfindel lapped at the head of his length.

Glorfindel tried to think of what his friend had told him, being his first sexual encounter he had been apprehensive and sought advice from a friend who also happened to be bonded to a male. Blushing crimson and stuttering he had asked for advice on how to please Erestor, and on how to actually make love to him. His friend had smiled knowingly and had advised him as much as he could, he remembered specifically that he had been warned to prepare his lover well, for the first time could apparently be painful. But luckily he had also been told how to distract his lover, which was exactly what he was attempting now.

Now he had been told of the basic mechanics of how to do this but also that his feelings and instincts should take over. He looked up to his lover and thought that he had never seen anything so enchanting, Erestor lay there panting, moaning and writhing, all from the sensation of him teasing the tip of his member. He could indeed feel his instincts taking over and ventured to swallow more of his lovers length, the response he received was far from what he had ever expected. Erestor had near enough screamed at the sensation of Glorfindel slowly swallowing him.

Wanting more of the reaction he was eliciting from Erestor he slowly swallowed him to the base. He very almost gagged but managed to control the reflex actions of his throat as he withdrew the length from his mouth. He moaned when he could taste Erestor’s pre-cum on his lips.

“Can you pass me that oil love?”

Erestor was taken slightly aback by the husky tone in Glorfindel’s voice, he looked over to where he had been directed to and took the small vial of oil in hand. He was not sure what the oil was to be used for but passed it to him none the less.

“You know what to do?” He asked shakily, raising an eyebrow when Glorfindel began to blush.

“I asked a friend of mine, about some of the…mechanics to the lovemaking between males.” He admitted with a blush while coating his fingers.

“You did? That must have been embarrassing, though I’m glad you did. I’ll admit that I’ve been reading up on a different sort of literature lately, though I still feel none the wiser.”

Glorfindel laughed and was glad to find that even though they were both still nervous, he felt at ease with his Erestor.

“What is the oil for?” The dark elf asked, nerves seeping through his voice.
“I was told that the first time may cause discomfort, this will ease my way.”
“Oh.” Came the quiet reply. Glorfindel paused slightly, dread filling him.
“Do you wish to stop?” He asked sweetly.
“No! I mean, please don’t stop.” Erestor grinned slightly embarrassed.

Glorfindel had laughed at Erestor’s eagerness for him to continue. He lowered his fingers to brush at the small opening before him and felt Erestor tense involuntary.

“Sorry, don’t stop.” Erestor had not meant to flinch, it was just so new to him.
“Don’t apologise love, it’s alright, and I promise you, what ever I put you through tonight, you can extract your revenge on me in the morn.”

Erestor had smiled and lain back trying to relax as a tip of a finger probed his virgin hole. Glorfindel had been able to ease one finger in and was looking for this ‘special spot’ he had been told about, all he could tell so far was that he was causing Erestor discomfort. Biting his lip he added more oil before pushing a second finger into the tight heat. It was when he heard Erestor hiss at the penetration that he remembered a way of distracting him from the pain.

Erestor’s eyes shot back open as the wet heat returned to his arousal, moaning in pleasure he only faintly registered the third finger being added to his passage. Then Glorfindel touched something, something deep inside of him that expelled the very air from his very lungs.

Glorfindel felt relief flood him now that he found what he had been looking for, he withdrew his mouth from the glistening length and smiled that it was in fact what his fingers were doing that had Erestor whimpering in pleasure.

Steadily he withdrew his fingers, Erestor looked up to protest but was silences at seeing Glorfindel rid himself of his leggings and slowly coat himself in oil. He had never seen anything more arousing then Glorfindel stroking himself, and found that he had spread his thighs further for his husband, silently begging to be taken.

Glorfindel moved to lean over his beloved, and giving his new husband a tender kiss he slowly began to push forward. Erestor hissed and whimpered as he was slowly filled, he had never expected to feel this invaded.

Glorfindel looked down at his beloved, Erestor had his eyes shut tight, his lips were pursed shut and his brow was furrowed. Wanting to ease Erestor’s discomfort Glorfindel reached down between them and stroked the length that lay between their stomachs. He smiled feeling Erestor begin to relax and even moan quietly. Soon enough he was fully sheathed.


When he stilled he looked down into dark eyes and a warm smile, slowly he began to move with shallow thrusts. He closed his eyes and his mouth fell open at the sensation of the tight heat surrounding him.

“Oh…my.” Was all he could say as he panted.
“Wrap your legs around me.” He instructed, assisting Erestor by lifting a thigh with a free hand up and around his waist.


He grew bolder and pulled out half way before slowly sinking back in, moaning as he did so. He cried out when Erestor had unexpectedly bucked back onto his length, now that he had again found the dark elf’s sweet spot he aimed every thrust there. With the sounds of Erestor’s moans and cries of ecstasy added to the frantic movement beneath him he could feel himself begin to loose control.

Glorfindel buried his head into Erestor’s shoulder and panted into his ear, hearing Erestor moan his name was brining him closer to completion. Kneeling, he had raised Erestor’s lower half clear off of the bed, whilst using one hand to stabilise his lover at the waist he lay the other beneath Erestor’s neck, so as to always have close facial contact with his lover.

Erestor frantically clutched at the broad shoulders as he was ridden, it was a sensation he had never experienced before. At first it was invasive and painful, now it was a feeling of blissful fullness. Not only was there the physical pleasure, of which there was plenty. But there was something else taking place, he could feel them merging together, again not only physically but mentally. He could feel Glorfindel, everything he was, his very essence become a part of him. And he knew that Glorfindel had to be experiencing the same thing, because he could feel apart of himself reach out and seek out its partner. Their coupling had become about more sexual satisfaction, in fact that had become something in the background of what was truly happening. It had become about becoming one.

Glorfindel had indeed been experiencing the same thing, the feeling of truly binding himself to another was not only mystical but intense, as he felt their two hearts finally connect and beat in rhythm he could hold back no more. He reached between them grasping Erestor’s length and began to stroke firmly and quickly, not wanting to leave his lover behind. Erestor breath was coming in harsh gasps and with a cry he bucked up into the hand that gripped him, spilling himself for the first time at Glorfindel’s, his husbands hand.

Glorfindel thrust deeply once more, feeling the clenching walls around his length was more than he could endure and he came within his eternal love for the first time, screaming his name. The warrior collapsed atop of Erestor, his own body for the moment feeling to heavy to move. With the little strength he had remaining he brushed away sweat soaked hair from Erestor’s face. Erestor’s face was flushed beautifully, sweat was beaded on his brow and running down the sides of his cheeks. When the dark elf opened his eyes Glorfindel could find no words to express what he felt at seeing apart of himself looking back at him within Erestor. Evidently Erestor could see the same thing, as he looked up at his love with equal awe and wonder. Erestor stroked away damp blonde hair and swiped it behind a pointed ear.

“Rest husband.” He had whispered before pulling Glorfindel down to rest his head upon his chest, shakily he wrapped his arms about the broad shoulder and back, stroking tenderly. They laid that way, their bodies still entwined, hearts ever beating in unison until they fell into peaceful reverie, where they ran in star lit field hand in hand.

The innocence of lovemaking is always debateable, whether it be soft and tender or rushed and fuelled by lust. It is partaking in another, taking a part of them that can only be taken once and can never be returned. The lovemaking Erestor and Glorfindel shared was that in its full glory and entirety, their souls now connected until the very unfurling of the world. Their love was that of the purest and in that moment of aftermath they had never been more innocent.

The end.


Just to see what inspired the idea of this fic here is a link;

http://www.ansereg.com/what_tolkien_officially_said_abo.htm