Title: The Library
Author: Blue Gold
Pairings: Erestor/ Glorfindel, Elrond/Celebrian (implied),
Summary: Elrond is sad, Glorfindel cheers him up and Erestor is dragged along for the ride.
Disclaimer: I *sniff* do not any of the characters in this story. They are owned by Tolkien/Jackson.
Authors Note: hmm seems to be my first PWP. This is dedicated to Anestel and SayAye. And it just proves to me I should never be allowed to play with Erestor and Glorfindel.
Feedback: sure its always fun
Elrond sat in the darkened library and sighed. It was 50 years to the day since Celebrian had sailed, telling him to love again. But all he had done is mope. The door creaked open and Glorfindel strolled in. He watched the Balrog slayer stroll in with two glasses of wine.
“Love? Are you hiding in here?”
“It’s just me,” Elrond mumbled.
“Oh. Hmm, something wrong?”
“No,” Elrond said with a sigh. “Go find Erestor. Don’t let me keep you.”
Glorfindel looked at Elrond and frowned. Everyone knew what was bothering him. He moped every time the anniversary of Celebrian’s departure came around. The twins wiped Orcs off the face of middle earth, Arwen spent time with Galadriel, and Elrond moped.
“Elrond, here,” Glorfindel said handing Elrond a glass of wine. “I want you to be very quiet when I come back.”
“Fine,” Elrond mumbled, finishing the wine in one gulp. Glorfindel gave Elrond the other glass as well then left the library.
Glorfindel marched down the hall and grinned when he saw Erestor walking barefoot with some strawberries. He grinned and, without explanation, grabbed Erestor’s arm and started pulling him towards the library. The Elf was so startled he dropped the bowl.
“Glorfindel!” Erestor exclaimed as he was pulled into the library.
“Shh,” he whispered kissing Erestor’s neck.
“You can’t just…ohh,” Erestor moaned. “What if…someone comes in?”
“It’s the middle of the night,” Glorfindel murmured pulling open Erestor’s robes sucking on the pale skin.
“Why can’t we…” Erestor never finished the statement as Glorfindel sucked a nipple into his mouth. “Ohhhh…” He moaned as he wrapped his legs around Glorfindel.
Elrond watched, stunned. Though he couldn’t deny he thought both Elves beautiful and the whole erotic sight was going straight to his groin. What did Glorfindel want him to do? He watched as Glorfindel placed Erestor down on the table directly across from Elrond.
Glorfindel slipped a hand up Erestor’s robe to pull his leggings off, but all he felt was smooth creamy skin. His hand crept higher and he grinned.
“Why you naughty little minx, where are your leggings?”
“I was going to bed,” Erestor huffed.
“But you were in the hall,” Glorfindel said amused.
“I had decided to get a snack, why am I explaining this? Why are we in here?” Erestor muttered as Glorfindel pulled off his tunic and tossed it behind him.
“I thought you knew that already,” Glorfindel said, his fingers trailing lightly against Erestor’s erection causing the other elf to gasp. Glorfindel pushed up the robe so it bunched at Erestor’s waist as he placed a delicate kiss to the tip of his erection.
“Stop teasing me.”
“I don’t have any oil,” Glorfindel muttered.
“Now you tell me this when you have me sprawled out on a table in the library?!”
“Of course,” Glorfindel said, pulling Erestor’s legs apart as he kneeled. He completely ignored the erection and started licking at his opening. Erestor shuddered and when he was breached by Glorfindel’s tongue let out another long deep moan.
Elrond slipped his hands into his own robes not believing the sight before his eyes. Glorfindel’s tongue was causing the normally calm, almost emotionless, Erestor to lose control.
“In me…now,” Erestor panted.
“Always so articulate,” Glorfindel murmured standing. He gripped Erestor by the waist and slowly started slipping into him.
“Move,” Erestor growled.
Glorfindel grinned, nearly pulling out of Erestor then quickly sliding back in. Glorfindel tightened his hold on Erestor’s hips as the Elf started sliding on the perfectly polished surface as he picked up the pace of his strokes. Erestor for his part has his eyes shut tight and his mouth opened on an ‘O’ of pleasure. He reached for his erection and Glorfindel batted his hand away.
“I want me to make you come,” Glorfindel said panting as Erestor moaned again.
Elrond was biting down on his hand, sure that Erestor could hear him. To his own ears his strokes and breathing sounded deafening and, despite Glorfindel’s invitation, he wasn’t sure Erestor would take it well.
“I…I…” Erestor started and he let out a keening wail as he came. Glorfindel followed soon after as Erestor’s muscles contracted around him. Elrond bit down so hard on his hand he drew blood as he also reached completion. He shut his eyes trying to get his breathing under control.
Glorfindel slipped out of Erestor, kissing the Elf as he sat up. “You owe me a bowl of strawberries,” Erestor said and Glorfindel laughed.
“Fine, I’ll meet you in your room and we can continue where we left off.”
Erestor smiled and stood and pushed Glorfindel against the table. “I think a reversal is in order,” he said, slipping out of the room. Glorfindel got dressed almost giddily and walked over to Elrond.
“Next time,” he whispered into the pointed ear. “Join us.”