Glorfindel walked annoyed back to his horse. He had scanned the area more
than once by now and still saw no chance to be able to comply with the
instructions his lady had given him. His mood was sour ever since he left
Gondolin anyway, but he did not dare to show his unhappiness openly.
If Aredhel did not wish too go to Fingon in Hithlúm, he would lead her to
her friends and cousins, the sons of Fëanor. Salgant was holding the reins
of his horse. Aredhel had turned her back on them and gazed over the wide
open land in front of her. Night was setting in. She shivered and pulled the
her white cloak over slender body and the hood deep into her face. Soon the
darkness would change her clothes from white to indigo blue.
Earlier that day they had stopped at a narrow creek that fed a small pond.
Aredhel had sent her escort off to watch the forest around with their backs
to her. She longed to dive her lithe built body into the cool water.
The three elves had done as she had ordered. None of them would have dared
to disobey their master's sister's wish. The joyful splashing of water had
soon filled their ears and all three of them struggled to keep their eyes
focused on the forest.
Salgant stared at the bark of an oak and after a while he knew every leaf,
every scratch the deer had left, every twig and every sprout on it.
Aranwë counted the leaves of an near by elm to block Aredhel's giggling and
splashing out of his head.
Glorfindel though had twice gone down onto his knees. Twice the laces of his
boots had opened. And every time he went down, he bowed deep, he let his
golden hair fall over his face and turned his head as innocent as possible
to catch a glimpse of the elleth he adored ever since she came to Gondolin.
---
"To the land of Celegorm for which you seek, Lady, you may by no means pass
through the realm of King Thingol..," the marchwarden announced.* Aredhel
did not even look at him and Glorfindel tried to persuade him again. But he
knew this made no sense, because King Thingol would allow none of the Noldor
to pass the Girdle, except his own people.
The stars sparkled already high up in the skies and the elven lady did not
look forward to ride on through the night again. Though she was known to be
tough and loved to hunt with her hounds through the forests.
"My lady, the outposts do not provide much comfort, but I shall offer you at
least some shelter for the night. An ellon came forward, joining the wardens
that had gathered around the Noldor. His auburn hair was openly flowing over
his shoulders and only a thin braid decorated the back of his head. Over his
broad shoulders, he had thrown a moss green cape, featuring light
embroideries of Doriath.
"Mablung of the Heavy Hand is my name. Captain of the marchwarden of Doriath
is my position," he spoke with a calm and soft voice. Aredhel finally turned
around and nodded while her escort reached their arms out of a proper
warrior's greeting.
His dark but bright eyes locked with Glorfindel's as he continued to speak.
We have two spare rooms in our caves, that we can provide with blankets and
we will share some food with you. Now dismount your horses and follow me."
As quickly as Mablung had appeared he turned around and strode into the
darkness between the mighty trees. Glorfindel wanted to come to Aredhel's
side, but she had jumped down already and threw her head back, making her
hood fall back on her shoulders, revealing her black hair.
As usual Glorfindel gasped over the sharp contrast between her ivory white
skin, her red lips, her rosy cheeks and her raven black hair. Sometimes he
even thought, she might have escaped out of a fairytale.
---
"Now Aranwë and Salgant will rest well in the cave down the tunnel. And I
told the captain, that I will stand guard inside of your door." Glorfindel
whispered while he quietly pulled the door closed behind him. In his hand he
held a burning candle made from bee's wax and it's scent filled the cave
quickly. He tilted his head and watched how Aredhel took her nightgown out
of her travel pouch.
Pressing it to her body she smiled at him and asked "Do you think I will
need this warm gown in those cold and moldy caves tonight."
She winked at Glorfindel and slowly opened the broad belt, that was closed
with a big metal buckle. The great elf lord swallowed and within two steps
he was next to her, catching her about the waist and pulled her close to
kiss her.
"No, no! My dear Glorfindel, don't be so hasty. We will enjoy this night
without the other two." Aredhel pushed him softly back and motioned him to
sit down on the rough wood built chair.
She tugged on the laces that held her gown together and with a swift
movement she sent it down her back, letting it form a puddle around her
ankles. Her long and slender fingers stroke over her own abdomen to her
breasts. Aredhel's eyes were fixed on Glorfindel's face.
The ellon inhaled sharply and the bulge under his breeches became harder
with every moment. He was torn between jumping up and dragging Aredhel down
on the bed to take her in an instant and the pleasure of letting her seduce
him once again.
He decided for latter option and leaned back on his chair. The elleth
stepped out of gown on the floor and rubbing her hands over her sides and
her breasts she slowly walked, or rather danced to Glorfindel. His cock was
rock hard in his breeches and longed to be released from this tight leather
prison.
Ignoring the thoughts that his mind sent out, Aredhel climbed onto his lap.
Her delicate hands stroked over his jerkins, unbuttoning it slowly. Gently
she kissed him just below his ear and feathered her lips over to his mouth.
Hungrily Glorfindel grabbed her, running his hands down her back to her
buttocks and squeezed them. Aredhel's arms were wrapped around his neck when
her tongue requested entry into his mouth. Their tongues instantly met and
passionately they explored each other.
She pulled the jerkin off his shoulders and her fingers traveled over his
chest, finding his nipples and she pinched them, sending flashes down to his
groin, making his member even harder.
Impatiently Glorfindel tore around on the side laces of his breeches when
Aredhel simply slipped off his lap. Arching his back he supported her
efforts to pull his legwear down. The ellon closed his eyes when Aredhel's
mouth worked it's way from his ankles to his groin, placing small bites and
kisses on his delicate skin.
Her hair brushed over his heated skin, while she slowly approached his groin
Suddenly she grabbed it and shoved his rod all the way into her mouth,
sucking hard on it. Massaging his balls with one hand, she used the other to
rub him, making the swollen head of his cock disappear between her lips.
Glorfindel's elfhood stood high erect between her face and his belly. Her
hand now ran up and down his shaft as he had desired and he let go of her
hand, holding on to chair digging his finger nails into the wood His breath
escaped in hissing sounds. The elleth pulled back for a moment and wiped her
mouth. Disappointed Glorfindel purred a variety of persuasions down on her.
Aredhel's black hair fell over her shoulder down to his legs. His fingers
combed through it. Gently he pushed her head down to his highly aroused
elfhood. He took his hard length into his own hand and moved it to her lips.
She balked and tried to raise her head again, but Glorfindel had caught all
her hair and held it gently to the back of her neck. "Do not stop. Please!
Let me feel your mouth again." Glorfindel begged.
The elleth smiled and circled with her tongue his member's head again. In
her hand she felt how it still pumped more blood up. A sweet pain flooded
her insides in a flash while she already dreamed how Glorfindel would soon
fill her.
He reached under her to kneed her breasts gently. Firm and small they just
were big enough that he could cup them and he enjoyed how her skin flushed
all over her chest, when his thumbs stroke her nipples.
And without warning him Aredhel climbed onto of him.
"Take me, Glorfindel. Show me your strength tonight. I want to feel you now,
she purred into his ear, licking it up all the way to the delicate tip.
The ellon did not hesitate. He quickly nodded and while she spread her legs
a little more, he took his member and stroke up and down her moist entering,
to get the head a little wet, so he could enter her tight channel easier.
Aredhel grew impatient and when he just was at her entering again, she
pushed herself down on him, impaling herself instantly.
Glorfindel inhaled sharply. He threw his head back, held her hips with his
hands and lifted her up and down on the whole length of his shaft. Their
moaning and heavy breathing filled the air of the small room in the cave.
Holding her tight, Glorfindel slowly stood up. The elleth wrapped her legs
around his waist and her arms around his neck, so their bodies would not
lose contact, while he moved them to the bed. He drowned her in a deep kiss,
when he lowered them down, supporting her at the small of her back.
His lips sucked her nipples until they stood erect. Tender and slow he
buried himself deep inside of her.
"Glorfindel more, harder, deeper," Aredhel moaned, "please, my love, more!"
"I will, I will! Do not rush!" The beautiful ellon answered. But she arched
her back and pushed herself against him repeatedly.
He lengthened his hard strokes with every time he buried himself inside of
her. Aredhel threw her lower body hard against him as he pounded faster into
her. The walls of the cave barely held her high pitched screams back as she
tightened around him and her inner walls started to suck on his elfhood as
she climaxed.
Aredhel clawed into his shoulders to hold on to him and bit him as he
spilled himself deep into her, letting her feel how he flooded the walls
deep inside. She felt him pulsating until he had spent the last drop of his
nectar.
Breathless they held each other until he became soft and slipped out of her,
leaving a silvery track of his seed between her thighs.
---
"I hope you found some rest in our mere halls," Mablung said as he bid the
travelers farewell. And they rode on, hoping to find the Hill of Himring, where
Celegorm and Curufin dwelt.