Three Gifts
by Quende Lasse
Title: Three Gifts 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: 300 Summary: a series of gifts 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 The Valar's Gift 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!" Glorfindel's Gift 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! Erestor's Gift 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. |