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Another ficlet... wrote this one this morning. I seem to be rather attached to this pairing lately!
Title: Imagining You
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Pairing: Glorfindel/Ecthelion
Rating: R
Beta: Eni
Summary: Glorfindel thinks about his lover…
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nellasofdoriath and inspired by her picture of the same name.
A year. Not long in the lifetime of an Elf, yet apart from you, it feels like a thousand. Each day seems to last forever and the nights are worse. How much longer? How many more days must I wait to see you again? To hold you, to touch you? To see the look in your eyes that says ‘I am yours’?
Today has been a long day and I could sorely use your comfort. Training the new recruits is both an honour and a curse… I am glad to be able to shape the next generation of protectors, but on days like today it feels like a futile effort, when the simplest of commands seem impossible for them to obey. Sometimes I think I would do better training Dwarves.
It is already dark when I return home and the stars are shining brightly in the clear night sky. I know that if you were here now we would take a meal and a bottle of wine on to the balcony and spend the evening out there, watching the city as we sat in a tender embrace.
As it is, there is only a cold platter waiting for me, left a while ago by the servants, instead of a full meal. Still, the bread is fresh and there is wine – it will suffice. Filling my plate I do not go onto the balcony, but sit on the sofa nearby, staring out at the sky as I eat.
I forsake my manners, my plate balanced on my knee as I sprawl on the sofa, the goblet of wine on the floor at my side. There is no one to be scandalised here and I enjoy the casualness of the setting.
When my belly is full I rise, stacking the plates on the table and refilling the glass of wine. Tomorrow is a rest day and so I can afford to indulge a little.
Returning to the sofa, I curl up on it, sipping the wine as I think of you, how your long hair falls in your face when you lean forward, how your hands, that wield a sword so firmly, touch my face so gently. I think of your eyes, which sparkle in the sunlight during day and go dark with passion at night. I recall your voice, that can shout a dozen commands to your warriors and yet turn in a moment to a whisper, speaking words that never fail to enflame my desire. I remember your body, strong and firm from years of training and fighting, yet still slender and beautiful.
I moan softly as just the thoughts start to arouse me and my hand slips between my legs to caress the bulge there instinctively. You do not have to be here for me to desire you – just the images in my mind are enough to set my heart racing.
Standing for a moment, I divest myself of my clothing, leaving the garments lying in an untidy heap on the floor. My body bare, I lie down fully on the sofa and take myself in hand.
I close my eyes and start to stroke myself as I go deeper into my fantasy. I let the world slip away as imagination takes over and it is not my own hand caressing my aching length, but yours.
I arch up, feeling your dark hair tickling my body, my hand, no, your hand, teasing my nipple. Hands running over my body, touching me and teasing me all over. So many times have we lain together that the visions come easily.
A finger brushes over the tip of my arousal and draws from me a strangled cry of pleasure. The stroking becomes faster, until I am panting and gasping with pleasure. My nipple is tweaked and I whimper your name, feeling my climax approaching swiftly, too swiftly. Your hand on my arousal is firm and sure and you know how to touch me to please me best. The strokes are so fast now I barely have time to breathe between them and I know I will not last long.
With one last stroke and one last twist of my nipple, it is over. “Ecthelion!” Your name is torn form my lips like a battle-cry as I spill over my hand... your hand.
Smiling, I do not open my eyes, even as my breathing returns to normal and the image of you begins to fade away. I am not quite ready to let go of the illusion yet. My hand slips from my spent length and I lay contentedly on the sofa, sated and sleepy.
In this manner I finally find reverie, too tired to move to the bedroom and too comfortable to care. I will rest here until the morning.
“Glorfindel?”
It is to my name that I wake the next day, blinking as the sunlight streams through the open window. Propping myself up, I look to the speaker and can hardly believe my eyes. For a moment I think I am still dreaming, but as I become more awake I realise I am not, that he is really here. The long year is over – he has come home!
“Ecthelion!” I grin in delight, thrilled to see him again. He looks weary and needs a bath, but that does not bother me. I will take great pleasure in pampering him until he has recovered from his long patrol on Gondolin’s borders.
He chuckles and I know I must look a sight – naked, with mussed hair and still sticky from my passion of the night before.
“Whatever were you doing?” he asks in amusement, looking down at me.
I stretch lazily on the sofa and give him my most charming smile, along with the only answer that comes to mind.
“Imagining you.”
THE END
Title: Imagining You
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Pairing: Glorfindel/Ecthelion
Rating: R
Beta: Eni
Summary: Glorfindel thinks about his lover…
Notes: For
nellasofdoriath and inspired by her picture of the same name.A year. Not long in the lifetime of an Elf, yet apart from you, it feels like a thousand. Each day seems to last forever and the nights are worse. How much longer? How many more days must I wait to see you again? To hold you, to touch you? To see the look in your eyes that says ‘I am yours’?
Today has been a long day and I could sorely use your comfort. Training the new recruits is both an honour and a curse… I am glad to be able to shape the next generation of protectors, but on days like today it feels like a futile effort, when the simplest of commands seem impossible for them to obey. Sometimes I think I would do better training Dwarves.
It is already dark when I return home and the stars are shining brightly in the clear night sky. I know that if you were here now we would take a meal and a bottle of wine on to the balcony and spend the evening out there, watching the city as we sat in a tender embrace.
As it is, there is only a cold platter waiting for me, left a while ago by the servants, instead of a full meal. Still, the bread is fresh and there is wine – it will suffice. Filling my plate I do not go onto the balcony, but sit on the sofa nearby, staring out at the sky as I eat.
I forsake my manners, my plate balanced on my knee as I sprawl on the sofa, the goblet of wine on the floor at my side. There is no one to be scandalised here and I enjoy the casualness of the setting.
When my belly is full I rise, stacking the plates on the table and refilling the glass of wine. Tomorrow is a rest day and so I can afford to indulge a little.
Returning to the sofa, I curl up on it, sipping the wine as I think of you, how your long hair falls in your face when you lean forward, how your hands, that wield a sword so firmly, touch my face so gently. I think of your eyes, which sparkle in the sunlight during day and go dark with passion at night. I recall your voice, that can shout a dozen commands to your warriors and yet turn in a moment to a whisper, speaking words that never fail to enflame my desire. I remember your body, strong and firm from years of training and fighting, yet still slender and beautiful.
I moan softly as just the thoughts start to arouse me and my hand slips between my legs to caress the bulge there instinctively. You do not have to be here for me to desire you – just the images in my mind are enough to set my heart racing.
Standing for a moment, I divest myself of my clothing, leaving the garments lying in an untidy heap on the floor. My body bare, I lie down fully on the sofa and take myself in hand.
I close my eyes and start to stroke myself as I go deeper into my fantasy. I let the world slip away as imagination takes over and it is not my own hand caressing my aching length, but yours.
I arch up, feeling your dark hair tickling my body, my hand, no, your hand, teasing my nipple. Hands running over my body, touching me and teasing me all over. So many times have we lain together that the visions come easily.
A finger brushes over the tip of my arousal and draws from me a strangled cry of pleasure. The stroking becomes faster, until I am panting and gasping with pleasure. My nipple is tweaked and I whimper your name, feeling my climax approaching swiftly, too swiftly. Your hand on my arousal is firm and sure and you know how to touch me to please me best. The strokes are so fast now I barely have time to breathe between them and I know I will not last long.
With one last stroke and one last twist of my nipple, it is over. “Ecthelion!” Your name is torn form my lips like a battle-cry as I spill over my hand... your hand.
Smiling, I do not open my eyes, even as my breathing returns to normal and the image of you begins to fade away. I am not quite ready to let go of the illusion yet. My hand slips from my spent length and I lay contentedly on the sofa, sated and sleepy.
In this manner I finally find reverie, too tired to move to the bedroom and too comfortable to care. I will rest here until the morning.
“Glorfindel?”
It is to my name that I wake the next day, blinking as the sunlight streams through the open window. Propping myself up, I look to the speaker and can hardly believe my eyes. For a moment I think I am still dreaming, but as I become more awake I realise I am not, that he is really here. The long year is over – he has come home!
“Ecthelion!” I grin in delight, thrilled to see him again. He looks weary and needs a bath, but that does not bother me. I will take great pleasure in pampering him until he has recovered from his long patrol on Gondolin’s borders.
He chuckles and I know I must look a sight – naked, with mussed hair and still sticky from my passion of the night before.
“Whatever were you doing?” he asks in amusement, looking down at me.
I stretch lazily on the sofa and give him my most charming smile, along with the only answer that comes to mind.
“Imagining you.”
THE END
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Date: 2006-01-24 09:34 pm (UTC)From:That was beautiful!!
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Date: 2006-01-29 03:06 pm (UTC)From:*Hugs back*
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Date: 2006-01-25 05:34 am (UTC)From:That was really, really lovely and I want to squish you for it. *still drooling*
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Date: 2006-01-25 07:18 am (UTC)From:That was lovely.
Fin wants his fic.
*pokes*
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