Naught But A Dream Part 2

Naught But A Dream, Part 2

By: Erin Land
Fandom: Lord Of The Rings
Type: Short Story
Feedback: yes, please
Notes: *wince* Please Don’t Hurt Me! I’m going by the book (sorta). This is one of Five stories.

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She was sitting on the beautiful beach. Again. She looked down and noticed she was wearing her baby blue Hawaiian shirt with the large white hyacinths and blue jeans.

“Didn’t I just have this dream?” she looked around, ignoring the beauty. Would he be here?
She spotted someone down the beach sitting looking out. Whoever it was had blond hair. She shrugged and got up, dusting the dream sand off her jeans. She was barefoot as she walked to the sitting figure. She stopped next to the person and noted that they were wearing robes as well.

“What is it with you people and wearing robes at the beach? You can’t honestly tell me you’re comfortable in that?”

He looked up at her, shocked that she would say something at all. She sighed and plopped down in the sand next to him.

“It is so part of my life, I forget I wear it.” He informed her.

“Take it off then, I’m not stopping you.”

He did, he was wearing at tunic and leggings underneath that looked like it was a size too small, he was busting at the seams. She eyed his clothes seeing a very defined chest as well as arms and legs.

“They shrunk your clothes in the wash?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

He looked down and blushed, a pink ting covering his cheeks and ears. Delicately pointed ears.

“The dressmakers think I am a smaller size, or should be. I cannot help the way I am shaped!”

“You look like if you sneeze, everything will rip. Mind you, I would like to see that.” She wagged her eyebrows at him and he burst out laughing and almost DID rip his clothes. This caused them both to laugh.

“Thank you, I have not laughed like that in a long time.”

“I can’t believe your life is without merriment.” She told him.

“I am so beholden with my political duties that I have no time for merriment or for relaxation for that matter. That is why I was surprised you spoke to me in such a matter about my robes…What are you doing?” she was lifting the hem of his tunic up, revealing a well carved stomach.

“I can’t see you in these clothes! It’s ridiculous! Now cooperate, arms up!” he obeyed and with some effort she took his tunic off. She was on her knees in front of him, making him in even eyesight with her cleavage. He enjoyed the view because he had a grin on his face when she got back down. He was expecting to get slapped but to his surprise she leaned forward and kissed him. She pulled away and he was breathless.

“I figured I could get a reward for my hard work.” She said simply. She started to undo the laces of his leggings when he stopped her.

“Let me do it.” He said with a smile.

He worked the tight material halfway down his legs when he plopped back, exhausted. She laughed and shook her head at the sight and finished getting them off.

“I could slay a Balrog and go through the challenges of being reborn and yet I have difficulty getting out of a pair of tight leggings.” He shook his head as he raised himself up onto his elbows.

“You’re getting OLD.” She sing-songed with a large grin, reclining next to him. He frowned at her.

“Not terribly old.”

“Ok, I’ll give you that. So, is there a Mrs. Balrog Slayer?” she asked.

“No, I am a bachelor. I have yet to find an Elleth on Valinor that catches my eye.”

“With your illustrious career you’ll find one in no time.”

“With my duties? I hardly have time to bathe.”

“O-Kay, little too much information there.” She muttered, his lips twitched slightly. “Then hide way, at least once every other week, go to a place where no one will find you and meet some pretty elleths, or take some quality time with yourself. Have fun! All work and no play makes life incredibly boring.” She told him.

He snorted.

“I should tell that to Erestor, he definitely needs some quality time with some elleths.” She turned him over as he spoke, back now to her she brushed some sand off his back and pulled aside his hair and started to massage him. He groaned out at the relaxation she causing.

“Marry me, I could make you happy.” He groaned out. She laughed at him as she felt his muscles unknot.

“I don’t think so, honey. I couldn’t compete with all the pretty elleths that would, no doubt, beg for your attention.”

“That is not true, you are beautiful and I would be happy making you happy.”

She laughed at him again as she moved down his strong back. She glanced at the stretched clothing lying discarded, nearby.

“Maybe you should consider finding someone who is near the same size as you are and ‘borrowing’ some of their clothes.” Her fingers make the quotes signs in the air so he would see.

“Perhaps, it does seem like a good idea.”

“Just make sure you don’t get caught.” She told him as she moved down to his buttocks. He made an odd little noise as she worked the hard globes.

“I do believe – oh – that you – ah – are making – a bit harder on that spot, yes – me more relaxed – oh, Elbereth! – than I have ever been.” He managed to groan out.

“I don’t believe stress agrees with you, dearest.” She moved down to his legs and feet.

“I agree with you, My Lady, but I do not know any of your talent, all Lord Elrond tells me is ‘You need more sleep’. Not much help.”

She leaned down and licked the tip of his ear, he shuddered.

“Maybe sleep IS all you need.” She whispered huskily to him. She kissed his neck and nibbled on his broad shoulders. He shifted slightly in the warm sand. She liked the stark contrast between her nutmeg hair to his white blond. Her natural waves to his iron straightness.

“I can guess you are a strong lover.” She murmured into his shoulder blade.

“Aye, would you like to experience it yourself?” he leered over his shoulder at her.

She grinned at him, head dipping to gently tease his sensitive ears.

“Aye, cute stuff, I would like that.”

He rolled over and captured her lips with his own. He worked the buttons of her shirt open and buried his face in cleavage, licking and sucking the exposed parts.

“How do you get this thing off?” he growled impatiently. She reached behind her back and took off the offending cloth. He immediately attacked the nipples, sucking and biting alternately. She gasped at the rough assault. He drove his hips into the vee of her legs, sending pleasant feelings to her center. She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans before he rolled her over onto her back to yank them off. He growled upon laying eyes on her panties, he reached forward, grasping them and ripped them off her body. He dived to her apex and drilled his tongue into her core, she cried out in surprise at the viciousness of his lovemaking.

Once he was sure she was wet enough, he rolled onto his back bringing her with him. He grasped her by the waist and raised her up, positioning his solid member at her hot entrance. He guided her down gently and pulled her tight against him, making sure she took all of his length.

She began to grind herself against him, making him moan in appreciation. He pulled her forward onto him as he began to thrust into her. He spread kisses over her lips, cheeks, neck, shoulders and breasts as he thrusted harder and harder into her. She felt the familiar tightening down deep in her belly. Her first orgasm squeezed him so tightly he shouted. He continued thrusting, holding her close until her second orgasm. He sat her up and thrusted at a rapid pace, eyeing her bouncing breasts lustfully. He was spent soon, spilling his seed deep within her. She orgasmed for the third time, at the feeling of the convulsing erection within her.

He sighed satisfactorily and pulled her close once more. She kissed his neck and lips, darting her tongue in his mouth. They were both covered in sweat as they laid there. He nuzzled her throat and shoulder, breathing in her scent.

“Join me on Valinor.” He told her.

“Mortals aren’t allowed.” She informed him.

“That is not true, we have hobbits and a dwarf on Valinor, I’m sure you would be more than welcome.”

“How would I get there?”

“I would beseech the Valar for permission to go and find you. Tell me your name.”

She smiled as she sat up, still intimately joined.

“I’m not telling.”

“I must know, you have captured my heart.”

“I have captured your lust, do not get the two confused.” She admonished. She rose, he slipped out easily, and gathered what was left of her clothes.

“Please stay! I did not mean to anger you.” He said in alarm.

“I’m not angry, it’s simply my time to leave. I will wake soon. Remember what I said about too much work, Blondie.” She turned to leave, he rose quickly and captured her in his embrace. He was surprised that she was a full head shorter than he and so small that he was amazed that she didn’t protest his vigor.

“You will be forever on my mind, sweet lady.”

She shook her head.

“I am naught but a dream.”

She disappeared and he was left alone. He woke soon after, morning sunshine streaming thru the highly decorated swan theme arched windows. His night clothes were damp and sticky, sadness weighed in his heart then irritation as he saw his tunic and leggings sitting in a chair by his desk. ‘Borrow’ some clothes. Her voice echoed in his mind.

A wicked smile spread over Glorfindel’s lips as he thought of the exact elf he could ‘borrow’ clothes from. Donned only in his robes he set out to find his query.

This was going to be fun!

End Part 2

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