Erestor sat with his back against the headboard of his bed, a book open on his lap, the soft light from his bedside touch-lamp casting an orange glow. Around him on the bed were the remnants of a snacking binge that had included peaches, chocolate covered cherries, and an entire pint of Godiva's French Vanilla Ice Cream.
He groaned, his hand feeling the slight swell of his overindulged belly. Grimacing, he thought about the extra miles he'd need to jog the next day to get rid of the weight he'd just put on in the last hour. "We never had to worry about our weight before Men learned how to refine sugar," he thought, closing the book and clearing his bed of the last traces of the sweets.
Stretching out to his full length, he pulled the quilt up to his chin, touched the lamp to darken it, and stared at the ceiling. For the thousandth time that day, he wondered when Glorfindel would be home from his overseas stint. Trust the Balrog-slayer to enlist in the army - he couldn't have taken a job flipping burgers at McDonald's, or anything else so mundane. Oh, no, not his Glorfindel. He had to choose the army as his career, which always resulted in him being sent to the farthest reaches of the planet. It had been that way throughout the entire last millennia, him fighting for one country or another - wherever it was that they chose to live at the time.
Erestor's keen ears heard a bang from the room next to his, the soft swear that followed it. He smiled a half smile, thinking that one of the bad habits Arwen had picked up from his bonded was the ability to swear like a sailor. Funny, how the rumor had spread about her dying after Aragorn died…she'd grieved of course, but was too strong willed to just lay down and fade. Still, she hadn't wanted to sail to Valinor, instead choosing to remain with Erestor and Glorfindel, travelling and living with them. Erestor was pleased to have her company when Glorfindel was away on tour, but Glorfindel thought her rather a pain in the ass.
"Will she EVER get her own life, or will she continue to hound ours for all eternity?" he had grumbled one night shortly before he left for this latest stint.
"Really, 'Fin…where do you want her to go? She'll never lose her heart to a mortal again - we all know how badly the last one turned out…although what she ever saw in that bloody rock star is beyond me…and the only other Elf we've come across in the past thousand years has been Lindir. You can't honestly expect her to hook up with that whiner, can you?" Erestor had replied. "All he does all day is strum that mandolin of his and sing songs so old that even I can't remember the lyrics to them."
Erestor's thoughts continued along these lines, until slowly his eyes glazed over and he slept. Sometime in the middle of the night, he rose silently from the bed, completely naked, and walked out of his room.
****"Fin…" Erestor breathed, his fingers sliding through the silky golden strands of his beloved's hair, urging Glorfindel's hot mouth down further onto Erestor's throbbing Elfhood. "Ahhh, yes…that's it…so good…it's been so long…"****
Arwen rolled her eyes as she continued to devour the older Elf's erection, listening to him moan for the Balrog-slayer. It had been this way for three nights straight…she didn't know what had brought on the episodes of sleepwalking, but, since Erestor happened to be an excellent lay, and Arwen was in-between boyfriends at the moment, she was more than happy to play along.
*****"Ai, 'Fin…I want to feel myself inside of you…please…" Erestor moaned, pulling at the head that was diligently sucking on his most delicate member.*****
Obliging, Arwen rose, and knelt on the bed, presenting her moist and ready opening to her father's erstwhile Advisor. Erestor mounted her, his thick organ filling her completely, forcing a moan from her own throat to join his.
*****"My love…so tight, even after all this time…so sweet…" Erestor groaned, his hands holding Glorfindel's slim hips, pulling them back into his thrusts.*****
As Erestor rode her, harder and faster, his thrusts sent her spiraling toward an orgasm. Arwen's back arched, though she managed to muffle her screams in the pillow that lay beneath her. It just wouldn't do to wake Erestor up at that particular moment, since she would be hard pressed to explain why she didn't wake him before he had started.
*****"Ai!" Erestor shouted, as his seed exploded into Glorfindel's tight channel, his climax ripping through him like a rocketing freight train.****
He collapsed on top of Arwen, laying there for a few moments, beginning to snore lightly. Arwen carefully extracted herself from under the Elf, then with equal care, pulled him up from the bed and led him back to his own room, to his own bed.
She watched him for a moment, his long dark hair splayed across the pillows, eyes still glazed in sleep, his lovely features serene, and thought to herself that Glorfindel had better be appreciative of this sweet Elf when he finally returned, or she'd show the Slayer what pain was really all about.
The End