Mischief and Love
by Quende Lasse
Title: Mischief and Love Author Name: Quende Lasse Contact Email: contact Zhie (zhiester@gmail.com) for details Beta Name: Elenni Main Characters: Glorfindel/Erestor Rating: NC17 overall Genre(s): FPS Word Count: A series of fifteen 100 word paragraphs leading to a 1500 word count, a nice round number. ☺ Summary: Yule time play Disclaimer: Tolkien's world, I just love playing here with all the lovely elves! Original Request: Here's what Aprilmoon likes to read about: Who are your three favorite characters? Erestor/Glorfindel, Rumil What are your three favorite pairings? Erestor/Glorfindel, Haldir/Elrond, Rumil/Lindir Which other three characters would it be fun to see written about? dunno, I am open What's your favorite color? Blue List three nouns: Dogs, forest, ocean List three any three words that are not nouns: love, sex, passion What are your three favorite places in Middle-earth? Imladris, Lindon, Lothlorien Do you like to read het? yes Do you like to read slash? Hell yes Do you like to read gen-fic? yes What ratings do you prefer? NC-17 What do you NOT want to read about? Hobbits having sex A/N: Written for Aprilmoon, who just happens to be one of my favorite authors, as a continuation to the drabbles that I wrote this for her. Writing Challenge Prompts 1. twelve 2. slip 3. red 4. ivy 5. guests 6. frost 7. eve 8. dark 9. cocoa 10. candle☺ Erestor was moseying his way down a forest path near his rooms enjoying the clean fresh scent of the crisp afternoon air. The sky was a brilliant blue after being cleansed by the night's snowfall, and it left everything blanketed in a soft powdery blanket of virgin snow. There was only one thing that was more beautiful and pure than this wonderful dazzling day, at least in his mind. Love colored his thoughts even as the pristine day's waves undulated over his senses. 'Glorfindel, newly returned and so full of life!' Erestor sighed, 'The Valar's gift to Middle-Earth, Glorfindel!' "GLORFINDEL!" Smack! A snowball of soft snow exploded on Erestor's face making snow-white sparkles blaze in an ocean of sunlight before the darkling elf's eyes. Twelve giggling elflings and their dogs raced past the slayer as he danced triumphantly by his shelter tree. Glorfindel was not afraid of anything that the bane of his existence could do to him, short of giving him more paperwork to do, which of itself was worse, in his book, than slaying a balrog. Erestor wiped the snow from his face, his eyes narrowing, as he took in Glorfindel's victory dance. And then he pounced – smack! With a speed that belied – oh wait – that's another episode. Slipping and sliding down the gentle incline, Erestor's hands came up knocking the shocked slayer down on his fine hard ass mid dance. Erestor didn't stop there. He pushed the divinely masculine body beneath him, continuing the momentum. Once he had the mighty and handsome Glorfindel down, he knocked his legs apart, settling between them, grinding himself on Glorfindel, making him harden. Erestor passionately kissed Glorfindel, giving him no quarter. The snow-coated prize was his! Giggling, Erestor quickly rose, and leaving the slayer wanting and confused, he moseyed happily away. "Whaaa?" Disoriented Glorfindel gazed at Elrond's advisor. He shook his head making his lion's mane of silk dance in the snow. That was the last thing that he expected from the advisor who always seemed to have a stick up his ass. Oh, wait! That gave Glorfindel an idea. He scurried about taking off after Erestor. Glorfindel hid behind every tree and boulder, occasionally just making it in time as he saw the advisor look behind him. The house hounds were yipping and yapping, howling all about, making merry in the snow. And still Glorfindel eased his hidden way forward. Erestor laughed as he went into the last homey house and his dark rooms to remove his frost and snow wet clothes. Soon Elrond's guests would arrive for the Yule's eve celebrations. He was still laughing at the look on Glorfindel's face when he had tackled him, taking advantage of the slayer by working him all up. He sighed, his red lips drooping into sadness because that was probably all he would ever have with the slayer. Just then strong arms enveloped his slim naked body. "You didn't think I'd let you go after that display of affection, hmm, Erestor? Erestor was flabbergasted. The slayer had followed him and he could feel how aroused Glorfindel was. His need prominent, and large, as it pressed into the seam of Erestor's tight backend. "Glorfindel!" Although meant to come out as a surprise it came out as needful desire. "Wha… what are you going to do?" he questioned; yet his hands stoked Glorfindel's arms, and the want in his heart could no longer be abated. "I am going to make you mine." Proclaimed the slayer, for he was not one to take the sharing of bodies as anything less than a forever thing. Turning around, Erestor's cocoa eyes met Glorfindel's dazzling blue eyes. Erestor could feel himself fall into their depths as he lost his heart to Glorfindel and surrendered his body to his love's touch. Slowly Erestor stripped Glorfindel, leaving him as naked as the day he was remade. His tongue slipped over the silvery trails of Glorfindel's battle scars and the shimmering ivy marks of the balrog's whip. Reverently, Erestor placed a kiss over Glorfindel's heart, and when he looked up at the slayer there were tears in his eyes for he knew that his love had suffered unto his death. "Don't cry, Erestor. The pain is all but a memory now." No, it wasn't. Nightmares haunted him and walked besides him ever. On patrol and at war the spectrum of evil shadowed him. Glorfindel knew to his own detriment what was at stake if his watch should ever falter. "This is a happy time for us." He smiled, and Anar's light shone from him, a burning flame full of life. "Now that I have you, Erestor, my path will not be lonely, and with you, my love, I will lay aside my burdens and just be. Will you have me?" "Will I have you? Yes, Glorfindel! At times it seems to me that you are nary more than an elfling brat that's looking for a spanking and it makes my heart glad to see you thus. I have seen your countenance, its fierceness, frightful in its beauty, when you are Imladris' Captain. Now I would see the face of my lover, now I would see you as you are stripped of all your barriers." "Is that an order, Councilor?" Glorfindel stroked Erestor's hair leading his hand down to a slim him, and guided his exotic beauty down onto the bed. Their kisses were all encompassing, sucking face in the true meaning of the words as they devoured one another passionately. Their bodies moved together as though they were always meant to be together; moving in an opposite swirl to one another they each tasted the pearly drops that leaked out abundantly for each other. Tongues twirled around bulbous heads sending sparks onto the other, igniting their flames into a furnace that Aule would be proud of. Deeply into the other's orifice they delved; their throats contracted and hummed. They laved each other, their tongues gliding on the soft taut skin. But neither wished for this joy of shared bliss to end, and withdrawing, they each went for the hidden treasure. Muscled cheeks were spread, one hard as mithril, the other soft yet firm, with the crevices lay the sweet openings, and here too neither one held back, both eager to taste and savor the peppery spice that would connect them as one. Each was pierced even as muffled sounds of delight and lust escaped them. They sucked and nibbled, kissed smooth cheeks, and left marks that none but they would see. But this too only incited them to want more. Moving in the ages old dance of love making, they were once again face-to-face, in the candlelight. Glorfindel on top holding Erestor tight, never wanting to let him go. Smoothly they rolled, and Glorfindel wrapped his long legs high upon Erestor's hips and pulled him within, gasping as the thick long penis of his beloved entered him, bruising the muscle ring and forcing it to collapse. Erestor stared incredulously at Glorfindel even as the heat of him encased him, but Glorfindel just smiled at him, his tears of pain and bliss wetting his handsome face. "I love you," he whispered. Drawing Erestor close to him, he kissed him tenderly and sucked him deeper into himself as he hitched his hips up, nudging Erestor to move. And move he did, slowly at first to ease the bruising of his penetration, but then they were at it again. Fevered for each other, and they groped and touched, each trying to get as close to the other as they possibly could. And then it happened. BAM! Their fear joined together, moving them, as their bodies could not. Their hearts rejoiced and became one. The song of Iluvatar echoed through their blood, uplifting them. They now knew each other more than intimately, for now they shared their memories from their conception to the death of the one and the life of the other, to their life together and their future never to be parted. They cried for the sadness and hurts of the other, and they were happy for the good times that made light their love's life. And through it all they clung to each other, their orgasms ripping through them, making them new, and binding them for eternity. Each experienced their own release as well as the others, and it was magnificent. "Now you are mine," Glorfindel spoke, still catching his breath. Their hearts thundered as one, both beating identically to the other. And they held each other tight, neither wanting to leave the arms of the other. Sweat and semen made squishy sounds between them, and they gloried in it. "And you are mine," Erestor, too, was out of breath. But even so, the councilor couldn't help but quip, "That should teach you not to be throwing snowballs at me!" Glorfindel softly laughed, as he tenderly caressed his love's smooth face, drawing him close for a kiss. "May it snow forever!" Ladybluelove December 2008 |