Thunder and Keys

Title: Thunder and keys.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel.
Rating: NC17
Notes: AU, Un-beta’d, Slash.
Disclaimer: I won nothing.
Summary: A child afraid of thunder storms, and an adult who reaches with trembling hands, for a key.

Thunder and Keys.

**Gondolin**

Lightning split across the sky, just as thunder rumbled and rattled the windows of his bedroom. Glorfindel sighed and rolled over, the storm did not bother him as it would other elflings perhaps, it simply, disturbed his sleep. He was tired, he had had a long day in his training class and had worn himself out. He stretched his arms out before him, groaning when feeling the ache that still lingered in his muscles and cursed the storm that kept him from his reverie.

His head snapped to his bedroom door when hearing it creak open. Now he was not so young as to be afraid of a little rain and thunder, but he was young enough to fear strangers or monsters who would sneak into his bedroom in the middle of the night, and try to eat him.

“Who…who is there?”

Lightning lit the room and he rolled his eyes when seeing his door closed, perhaps he was not so old as to not be spooked by a storm. He turned back over on his side and kicked at his covers in frustration; mumbling about how warrior’s are not afraid of storms. However he squealed when feeling the mattress beside him dip. He immediately turned around and was faced by terrified brown eyes.

“Erestor?” He whispered.

Erestor was the little boy who slept in the bedroom opposite him, it was mainly families that served the king directly that stayed in the palace. His Ada, was Lord of the Golden Flower, and served as captain in the kings armies. Erestor’s Ada, was one of the kings high councillors.

They had never really spoken before, but he had seen Erestor quite often. And always, like now, the elfling would be carrying his stuffed little elf knight. Though now Glorfindel noted, Erestor clutched it desperately to his chest. He did not know Erestor well, if at all, but he knew that the younger elf, younger by a few years, was incredibly shy. He would pass him frequently in the halls, (having bedrooms so close it was hard to avoid) and Erestor, though incredibly shy, would always smile up at Glorfindel, and even wave from time to time.

He remembered that one time, he had smiled back, and Erestor’s reaction had been odd indeed. The little dark haired elf had gone wide eyed, blushed a deep red, and hid his big smile behind his stuffed elf knight. He himself had simply grinned and carried on his way. Though ever since that one passing in the hall, Erestor would wave and smile at him when seeing him. Always with a blush, and hiding his smile behind his stuffed elf knight. But never would he speak. In fact, he had never before heard the little elf boy utter a single word.

He had caught Erestor just as he had been peeling back the sheets on Glorfindel’s bed; a single knee placed on the mattress that was to high for him, as if he meant to climb in.

“Erestor, what are you doing in my room?” he whispered rather harshly and with a frown.

Just then, lightning again silently lit up the room, and it was then that he noticed the puffiness of Erestor’s large brown eyes, and the tear tracks down his cheeks. The younger elf looked at him pleadingly; his small chin trembling. Glorfindel simply sighed and was about to send the strange boy back to his own rooms when a rumble of thunder sounded outside his room. Now he was unaffected by this, but Erestor had jumped and whimpered as he closed his eyes tightly. When he opened them, Glorfindel’s gaze had become much softer and compassionate.

“Please?” Erestor whispered in his soft and light voice; portraying his young years.

Glorfindel was momentarily taken aback at finally hearing Erestor speak. And it seemed, that Erestor was perhaps even younger than he had thought. Though he had always presumed to be only a few years Erestor’s senior, due to the fact he had often seen the young elf sitting with a large book in his lap that he doubted even he could read. But hearing his voice, that was so soft and almost fragile, it became apparent that Erestor was at least a good five or six years younger than his fourteen.
Wordlessly, he pulled back his quilt cover in invitation for Erestor to climb in.

Erestor had given a small grateful smile and climbed atop of the bed. Glorfindel had been hard pressed not to giggle, as the younger elf struggled to climb up; his dressing gown that drowned his small figure tripping his feet.

Erestor snuggled as close as he dare to his secret champion, and looked up at him with large and wet, brown eyes. Though when a loud clap of thunder sounded outside he had shrieked and flung himself into his best friends arms; burying his head against Glorfindel’s naked chest.

Glorfindel had blinked in surprise, as he suddenly found his arms full of whimpering and sniffling elfling.

“It’s…it’s alright, you don’t have to be scared,” he gently patted Erestor’s back, and felt relived when the quiet hiccups and tears stopped, and only the occasional and brief sniff could be heard.

“You will have to be gone before dawn, alright? You don’t want your Nana and Ada getting worried now do you?” He spoke softly as he laid back down, and allowed Erestor to cling to him.

Erestor had simply nodded his head no, it had only been a matter of minutes before Erestor had drifted off into reverie, whilst being gently held in what he considered the strongest arms in the world.

Glorfindel, who knew he should be annoyed at the intrusion, could not help but smile. Erestor was alright he supposed, as long as he didn’t make a habit of this, he guessed he didn’t mind too much. And oddly enough, despite the raging storm that still warred outside, he slipped into a now peaceful reverie.

It was a good thing Glorfindel was a naturally early riser, because judging by the glazed over brown eyes, and sleep flushed cheeks, Erestor would not of risen any time soon. He grinned madly as he noticed the younger elf’s thumb had wormed its way into his mouth during the night. Slowly he sat up, and was surprised at the death drip Erestor had around his middle.

“Erestor,” he whispered as he gently patted his shoulder.

He smiled as the younger elf simply mumbled and snuggled closer. He brushed the black fine hair that had spilled over his face away and whispered again, though a little louder, and rubbed his small shoulder a little firmer.

“Erestor, time to wake”

“Nana?” His small sleepy voice spoke hazily around his thumb.

“Nay, it is Glorfindel you little hooligan” the blond elfling chuckled.

Erestor blinked away the sleep, and when looking up at Glorfindel, ripped his thumb from his mouth with a blush. Glorfindel simply smiled.

“It is nearly dawn Erestor, you need to be in your own bed when your parents wake”

“Mmk,” he replied as he sat up, and quite adorably, rubbed his eyes with the balled up fists.

“Where is ‘Findel?” He asked with a pout as he looked through the disarray sheets that surrounded him.

“Who?” Glorfindel asked with a raised brow.

“My ‘Findel” he stated again as he lifted the sheets around him.

“You mean your doll?” Glorfindel bit the insides of his cheeks, when receiving the cutest glare he had ever seen.

“Not a doll, he’s my ‘Findel, a knight.”

Glorfindel nodded and helped look for the ‘knight’.

“Aha!” He cried triumphantly when finding the doll beneath his pillow. “Here you go,” he said as he handed the doll back to Erestor. He smiled as the dark haired elfling hugged and stroked back the miniature knights blond hair.

“So his name is Findel?” He asked as he sat cross legged on the bed; a smug smirk upon his lips. “How did you come up with such a name?”

He watched as Erestor hugged the doll close, and how his little round cheeks blushed a deep red.

“I named him after the bravest warrior in the world,” he whispered back shyly. Glorfindel grinned and made a show of sighing disappointedly.

“Oh what a shame, I thought you had named him after me for a moment there.”

He smiled when hearing the most adorable sound he had ever heard, Erestor giggle.

“You are silly,” he giggled as he hid behind his doll.

“So I am told, but really, you have to go now Erestor.”

Erestor nodded and climbed from the bed, Glorfindel watched with a bemused expression as the younger elf took a minute to flatten his hair and straighten his monstrously large sleeping gown.

“You look fine princess, now off you go,” he teased playfully.

Erestor stood there, clutching his ‘Findel doll close as he chewed his lower lip and looked back at Glorfindel.

Glorfindel sighed and swung his legs out of his bed, rounding it and then taking Erestor’s hand in his own. “Come on then.”

He opened his door quietly, and peered outside into the hallway precariously. Seeing that it was empty, he tiptoed across the short distance to Erestor’s door, pulling Erestor along with him and quickly closed the door behind them.

“Alright now, hop into bed.”

Erestor did as he was bid and clambered into his smaller bed, pulling the sheets up and around him as he yawned. Glorfindel smiled and with a little wave, made to leave.

“Glorfindel?” The little voice called.

“What is it Erestor?” He turned to see Erestor sitting up in his bed, looking terribly frustrated. When Erestor pointed to the floor, he realised what it was the younger elf wanted. He walked across the floor, being careful not to crumple any of the sheets of paper or trip over any of the books that were strewn across the floor as he did. And picked up Erestor’s pillow. He waited for Erestor to settle, and gently placed the pillow behind Erestor’s head.

“You go back to sleep alright?”

“Umhm,”

Glorfindel smiled and turned again to leave, but paused as he felt Erestor’s small hand hold onto his own. He looked back at Erestor curiously, they simply looked at one another for a few quiet moments, before the younger elf finally let go of Glorfindel’s larger hand and snuggled back into his sheets; hugging his ‘Findel doll close.

Glorfindel gave the elf one last fleeting smile, and left the room.

What he had hoped would not become a bad habit of Erestor‘s, became a nightly ritual. Though oddly enough, he did not mind.

**Imladris**

“Come on Erestor, It’s just a small get together, and you never know, you may actually meet someone.” Lindir implored.

“I…I have work to do Lindir, lots of work that needs to be..”

“Nonsense, I wont hear of it Erestor, you are coming, whether you like it or not!”

“Fine, fine. If it will get you off of my back then, I will go.”

“Good. Now, you remember where it is?”

“Aye, aye. It is to be held in one of the storage rooms,”

“And it is a private get-together so..”

“So I can not tell anyone, that I know.”

“Good, then I will see you there in one hour. Oh! And ah…bring the keys to your room,”

“To my room? Whatever for?”

“Just, do as I say, you will understand later.” And with that, Lindir left Erestor’s office.

“I’m going to regret this, I just know it” he mumbled to himself.

**Later that night**

“Erestor you came! I was beginning to think I was going to have to go and drag you here!”

Erestor smiled nervously at his friend, who had obviously been overzealous with the wine.

“Aye, I am here” he muttered as he came to stand beside the minstrel.

He frowned as he looked about the room, it was not how he had expected it to be. There was no music or food set out, there weren’t even any seats. Just elves, who seemed a little overly friendly, standing around talking.

“Well you are late, but not to late, now give me your key.”

“Why do you want my key?” But even as he asked he handed it over trustingly to his friend.

“You will see, you will see.”

Erestor watched and felt slightly anxious as Lindir then left his side and weaved his way through the small group of elves, taking his key with him. It was as he craned his neck in the hopes of seeing where the minstrel had gone that he noticed the attention that was drawn towards him. He nervously smiled and nodded at the elves that were looking his way, with a curious and unreadable expression in their eyes.

“All right it’s time!” Someone had stated loudly.

The small groups of elves seemed to disburse and form one larger circle. He watched curiously as inside the circle two elves then walked towards each elf, offering them something from inside two large bowls. Curiously, each elf would call out a number, and then another would step forwards with a smirk, and disappear with the other. He had not known what in the bowls until one of them had been thrust towards him., it was full of keys.

“Go ahead and pick councilor,” the elf told him.

With a nervous smile Erestor reached into the bowl full of keys.

“Oh dear, there are so many keys in here I don’t know which is mine,” he said nervously as he rifled through the bowl. He looked up curiously however when the elf carrying the bowl laughed.

“Now would you want your own key, what would be the fun in going back to your own bed alone?” He chuckled.

Realisation finally settled in, and he felt an overwhelming need to throttle his ‘friend’ Lindir.

“You haven’t done this before have you?” The elf asked with a somewhat compassionate smile. Erestor simply nodded his head ‘no’ rather dumbly.

“See, you pick a key, and call out the number on the key….”

He was going to kill Lindir.

“…then whoever is the owner of the key will be your bed partner for the night. What is the number on your key?”

Erestor opened his mouth to reply, and then shamelessly beg for his key back, but was interrupted when he heard its number called out aloud, by a voice that sounded as nervous as his own.

“103?”

Erestor peered around the elf that stood before him, and saw a rather timid looking Captain standing in the circle, nervously looking around.

He was going to kiss Lindir.

“That is my key, Glorfindel” he said in a barely audible voice.

Glorfindel turned and seemed to swallow hard when seeing who exactly the owner was. Then a slow and almost coy smile touched his lips, and Erestor could not help but smile back.

“Alright, alright! Off you go!” The elf holding the bowl laughed, and forcefully pushed them both out of storeroom doors.

They stood there, not knowing what to say or do.

“I…I have never been to one of these, these gatherings before,” the warrior began, “it took some convincing on my friends behalf’s to convince me to even turn up.

“I hadn’t the slightest clue as to what it was I had agreed to when coming. Lindir, curse his name,” he said with a playful smile, “lacked the courteously to tell me what it was he had forced me into.”

“Oh,” the warrior’s beaming smile faltered slightly. “Well, ah, here..” he held out Erestor’s key, “…I had at least been warned before hand.”

“You, you do not want to come to my rooms?” Erestor asked in a small and slightly hurt voice.

“Well yes! But I…I mean..” Glorfindel blushed at his lack of tact, “..’tis unfair that you have been thrust into this situation, I would never expect…expect you to actually invite me back to your bed.”

“But what will you do? Will you go back in there for your own key or….or someone else’s?”

“To tell you the truth, I I do not think I want to go back in there, I never really wanted to go in there in the first place. I think maybe…I’ll go tend to my horse” he said with a shrug.

They stood there in silence for a few moments, Erestor, trying to pluck up the courage to invite Glorfindel back to his rooms. And Glorfindel, hoping desperately that Erestor would not send him away to the stables.

They had an odd history. There had been a time when this wouldn’t of seemed so strange, but that was long ago. When they had been young, Erestor had in the dead of every night, let himself into Glorfindel’s rooms, and climbed up into his bed. But one day, this had just stopped. And they had grown distant, though would always smile at each other when crossing in the hallways. Then of course, it, had happened. The fall of Gondolin. And ultimately, the fall of Glorfindel. It had been a sad time, but as always, time passed. Erestor went on to follow his fathers footsteps, and became the chief advisor to Lord Elrond of Imladris. Life had gone on as normal, after summer would come Autumn. And after autumn, winter and spring. Then one day, a miracle had happened. Glorfindel, a fallen lord of Gondolin, and one dark haired little elfling’s champion, returned from the dead.

All of Imladris had been stunned, most of all Erestor. But as time passed, the novelty wore off, but Erestor’s adoration and affection did not. Always, always they would share little smiles. Smiles that said ‘I knew you used to suck your thumb, but I will not tell anyone’ smiles that said ‘I know it was you who broke your fathers favourite bow, but I still wont tell anyone,’ smiles that said, ‘I still hold a special place for you in my heart’. Though never had they acted upon any of these knowing smiles and longing looks. As much as Erestor longed to crawl back into Glorfindel’s bed, to be held by the strongest arms in the world.

“I, would like, for you to come back to my rooms.”

Glorfindel stared at Erestor for a moment, before licking his lips and reaching forwards to gently hold Erestor’s hand.

“I have missed you,” the warrior whispered.

“Missed you more.” Erestor whispered back.

They walked to Erestor’s rooms, hand in hand, silently. Erestor unlocked his door and pulled Glorfindel inside. He quirked a brow when hearing the blond snigger most un-warrior like.

“You realise, this is the first time I have come to your rooms, and not the other way round?”

Erestor smiled, before clearing his throat.

“Glorfindel, are we going to sleep together?”

This took Glorfindel completely by surprise, and left him somewhat at a loss for words.

“You mean…”

“You know what I mean.”

“I…I would like to,” he whispered back, as he felt heat flood his cheeks.

“I would like that too.” Erestor spoke softly back.

“Do you know how it works?”

“What sex?” Erestor laughed.

“No..” Glorfindel laughed as he closed his eyes and shook his head, “I mean the keys, do you know the significance of the keys?”

“I do not follow.”

“Well, whoever it is who picks the key, is, is usually to done the...dominant role.”

“Oh.” Erestor squeaked.

“We do not have to…”

“Nay, I mean, who am I begrudge tradition?”

Glorfindel simply smiled in response.

“I feel I must admit something to you Glorfindel,” Erestor grinned as he stepped towards the warrior, only stopping when toe to toe, so that he could run his hands up the broad muscular chest.

“What is that?”

“I had, the *biggest* crush on you, when we were younger,” he chuckled.

Glorfindel laughed and gently placed his hands around Erestor’s waist.

“I know,” he whispered into Erestor’s ear, “it just…never happened for us.”

“Life got in the way” Erestor said as he rested his head against the blond’s chest.

“As did death.” Glorfindel whispered back after a pause.

Erestor lifted his head, and looked into haunted blue eyes. “I mourned you,” he whispered.

“I know,” Glorfindel repeated; a smile touching his lips.

“Kiss me now?”

Glorfindel, ever so slowly, lowered his head, and pressed his lips to Erestor’s. Their lips moved against each others, and when enough moist heat was opened to the other, their tongues moved to slowly slide against each others. It was heavenly, Erestor sighed when Glorfindel cupped the nape of his neck, even as he possessively thrust his tongue deeply into his mouth, to massage the advisor’s own trembling slickness.
Erestor’s eyes fluttered open, when Glorfindel finally withdrew, but not after many a lingering brush of lips.

“Not, how I had imagined it.” Erestor breathed.

“No?”

“No, better. Much, much better.”

Glorfindel smiled, and rather shakily, reached up to Erestor’s collar, and slowly unhooked the first clasp. Erestor had watched the large trembling hands as he swallowed hard. Their eyes met at the same time, and after flicking his eyes down at Erestor’s swollen red lips and back, Glorfindel again leaned in for a slow kiss, as he continued to unhook the clasps to Erestor’s robe.

Soon enough Erestor stood in his leggings only, Erestor pulled away from the kiss only briefly, to silently let Glorfindel know that wanted to undress the warrior. Glorfindel lowered his hands from where they had been gently touching Erestor’s neck, and let them compliantly fall to his sides. The warrior lowered his head so as their temples touched, as Erestor pushed the warrior’s tunic down his muscular arms. His fingers skimmed down the tanned and utterly toned chest, resolutely resting on the warrior’s waistband.

Before Glorfindel could say anything, if he even could at that moment, Erestor dipped his hand beneath the waistband and gently cupped the firm heat there. Glorfindel had gasped, and had never seen anything so sensual as Erestor looking him in the eyes, and licking his lips as he slowly began to stroke his raging erection. Glorfindel groaned and closed his eyes, as the hand moved, up and down, up and down in his leggings. His eyes opened as the hand withdrew from his now sweaty and pulsating groin.

“Lick it.” Erestor whispered as he held the palm of his hand before the warrior‘s lips.

With hooded eyes, Glorfindel licked the palm of Erestor’s perfect little hand, and watched as it travelled back down, and dipped beneath his leggings once more. He moaned as the stroking resumed, only this time, the hand that stroked him was slick.

He walked forwards as Erestor walked backwards, never ceasing his stroking. When coming to the end of the bed Erestor sat on the edge, and withdrew his hand. But only to pull down the warrior’s leggings so that they pulled taunt between his spread thighs. Erestor ran his hands up and down the side of Glorfindel’s thighs, before groping greedily at the standing forms perfectly pert back side.

Slowly and gradually, he swallowed the length that bobbed before him, and grinned as the buttock cheeks in his hands clenched. After a few minutes of pleasuring and bringing the most sensual moans from the blond‘s lips, Erestor withdrew. Glorfindel watched, with a predatory gleam in his eye as Erestor pulled himself up and along the bed; never breaking eye contact. When his head rested amongst his pillows, Erestor reached for his own leggings and pulled them down, and off. When completely bare, he let his knees bend slightly, and his legs fall open invitingly.

Glorfindel swallowed hard, and after giving his own length a quick stroke, which surprisingly ripped a groan from Erestor’s lips, he quickly divested himself of his own leggings that were still stretched between his thighs. When naked also, he climbed upon the bed and came to rest between Erestor’s spread legs.

They kissed greedily, and rocked against each other in a mimic of what was to come. Eventually though, Glorfindel pulled away, and lifted his body off of the delight flushed one beneath him. Wordlessly, Glorfindel turned Erestor onto his stomach and after moving the mass of dark hair aside, kissed the back of Erestor’s neck.

The rim of the dark hairline tasted salty in its dampness. He sucked that baby soft flesh between his lips and was fascinated as it turned a dark shade of red before his eyes. He followed the trail of Erestor’s spine with his lips and tongue, until he came to the pronounced dip of the small of Erestor’s back. Here he nipped the soft and sensitive flesh; grinning when it caused Erestor to jump. He reassuringly pressed a kiss to softness before following the line of Erestor’s cleft with the tip of his tongue. He stroked the soft and perfect mounds in his hands, before carefully parting them.

Erestor panted as he was so slowly discovered, he bit down on the pillow he clutched when his cheek were parted, and the cool night air touched the most private and intimate of all areas. He cried aloud when a hot tongue swiped across his centre. And he screamed when it abruptly probed as deep inside of him as it could. Unconsciously he began to rub against the coverlet of his bed, but was stopped as Glorfindel lifted his hips off of the bed, bringing him to his hands and knees.

He did not heed to ask for what he needed, as Erestor simply reached for a small bottle of oil he apparently kept in a bedside draw, and passed it back to him. His preparation was swift, but in no means inadequate.

“I don’t have to take you from behind, if you would prefer…”

“I would like to be on my side…” he smiled, “…the best of both worlds.” Erestor whispered.

They manoeuvred into the new position. Erestor lay on his side, with a leg draped over one of Glorfindel’s broad shoulders. Glorfindel kneeled on the mattress; one hand on Erestor’s hip, and another bracing himself on the bed. With a nod of permission from Erestor, he slowly entered the tight heat.

They kept their pace slow at first, and every now and then Glorfindel would whisper, “are you alright?” or “is this alright for you?” Something, that Erestor found so incredibly considerate. It became obvious to him, that Glorfindel was a gentle and caring lover, something he had always wanted in a life mate.

Eventually, as their passions mounted, and their pace quickened, Erestor’s leg fell from the warrior’s shoulder, and he found himself flat on his back. But he found he liked the change of position, as it afforded a beautiful view of Glorfindel above him. He found it wonderful, that the warrior was not lost in a world of his own, or did not have his eyes closed tightly as he concentrated on finding his peek. But instead, he watched Erestor, every now and then, pausing for a brief kiss, or to stroke back the black silk that would get in the way of seeing Erestor entirely.

Erestor looked beautiful beneath him, as he raised up against the pillows every time he would lunge forwards into him. His slightly slanted and incredibly dark eyes watched him, something that made him pant like an animal. He would only ever close his eyes, when Erestor’s hand would reach up and gently cup his cheek. Then, he would close his eyes and lean into the touch, but never cease his momentum of gently rocking into the unearthly body beneath him.

“I…I have seen them, Erestor…” he panted as he continued to love the creature beneath him.

“What…what have you seen?” He breathed in response.

“Telperion….Laurelin…” he gasped.

Erestor’s eyes went wide, even as he struggled for breath.

“You…have seen the trees?”

“S-silver and gold…the trees of Valinor. I…have experienced birth, and remember it…I, I remember drawing sweet breath again, and….and seeing the sun rise again, for the first….first time in centuries…”

“Why, why do you tell me this?” Erestor asked with awe clear in his voice.

“Because, none of it…Ai, absolutely…none of it, stole my breath, as you do now.”

“Oh Glorfindel.”

It wasn’t a moan, or a desperate plea, but the sound of a heart that was in one instant, complete stolen from him. It had never been his completely, but now, it was in the hands of Glorfindel, and the reborn elf knew it.

Desperately Erestor leaned up and crushed their lips together, just as tears spilled their way down his cheeks.

“You…you had better love me back…” he panted, as Glorfindel picked up their pace and brought about the beginning of the end of their first joining.

“Did…did you ever doubt it?” He smiled, as he leaned down for another mishmash kiss.

“No, no.” Erestor smiled.

After a loud groan, Glorfindel turned his head away; feeling the his control completely slip from him.

“No, no…let me see you,” Erestor commanded as he placed his hands either side of Glorfindel’s head, and held him still.

He brought their brows down together, as their climax took them. Erestor cried and arched beneath Glorfindel; spilling himself first. And throughout his ecstasy, his trembling hands remained either side of Glorfindel’s head, holding him still and their gaze true.

Glorfindel was next to loose all restraint and power, though he did not look away, and let Erestor see what it was he had drawn from him completely. When both were utterly done and complete; there being no other blissful description. Glorfindel slowly laid himself down completely atop of his lover, their brows touching all the way, until his head slipped to rest beneath Erestor’s chin. He sighed happily as Erestor’s arms circled him, and stroked back his hair.

They lay, panting in repose and glistening aftermath, until their drumming hearts slowed, and their breath again became regular. It was only then that Glorfindel smiled, realising that for the first time in centuries, they lay sharing a bed, in a sweet embrace. Though, it was Erestor who held him protectively close.

“Why did you stop coming to me at night?” Glorfindel whispered.

“You do not know?”

Glorfindel simply shook his head no.

“One night, I came to you earlier than usual, you were not alone.”

Glorfindel looked up then, with genuine guilt in his eyes. Erestor simply smiled adoringly and even chuckled as the warrior looked at him beseechingly before he could form words.

“Glorfindel, no, do not feel guilty. You were older than me and held no obligation to me, I may have been young, but I knew then that it was time to let you grow without your little ‘hooligan’ holding you back. Truly, I do not, nor did I ever begrudge you for it.”

“May be, but you, you idolised me so much…”

“Perhaps I had a *small* infatuation with you,” Erestor rolled his eyes as he sighed in playful banter.

“You named your doll after me,” Glorfindel pointed out with a smile; chuckling when Erestor huffed above him.

“He was not a doll, ‘Findel was a knight you impertinent little….” any further insults were muffled by Glorfindel’s laughter and soft lips as he was kissed by the one that held him so lovingly. When they parted, Glorfindel looked on with his heart open and ready for eternity and a day, as he made a vow to the only one he would ever willingly be obligated to.

“I swear, you will always find me alone, when you seek me out.”

Erestor smiled and made to answer with equal declaration, when suddenly and completely unexpectedly, a clap of thunder sounded from outside. Erestor had nearly jumped out of his skin, and had unconsciously and momentarily clutched desperately at Glorfindel.

Glorfindel had smiled with pure love as he moved to lay beside Erestor.

“They still irk you?”

“They always have.” Erestor admitted with a blush and an embarrassed grin.

Glorfindel pulled Erestor close, letting his head and fine silk hair rest against his naked chest.

“I cant tell you how right this feels, to have you back in my arms, protecting you. You sleep now, and when you wake, there will be nothing but warm rays outside, and inside.”

“I know there will be. My champion.”

The End.