@lordofthegoldenflower Branch off from main verse, not actually part of main verse, but biased on main verse.
It embarrassed fili some, to know that Glorfindel was there, staring at him. Having just returned from his escapade with Kili and Vercion fro the bolrog, it turned out a lot was different compared to what he had thought. They were still three days ride from Imlardis, and Glorfindel was not a lady. Fili ahd learned through a very hands on way, that there was a cock down below those trousers.
Now, Fili stood in a cool stream, naked as the day he was born, using a rag from the elv to clean the grime from his body. SAid elf - who was still in a way fuming at him for going to fight a bolrog on his own - in Fili’s defense he didn’t know about the Bolrog before hand - was there on the bank watching him bathe. Glorfindel refused to take her- his eyes off of him.
“If ye insist on being here, join me at least!”
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“No! Fili, that is not what I meant,” Glorfindel protested, shucking off his pants and rushing into the stream to be near Fili. He lowered himself so he was sitting in the streambed, reaching up to tug him closer. “I do not think that you are dumb, not in the slightest. You just were not used to seeing the genders of my people, I should have said something right away, I should have corrected you. It was all my fault.”
He let out a long breath, shifting to tug at the dwarf’s beard fondly. “Can we move past this? Can we take this as an opportunity to grow closer?” he asked carefully. “I wish to hold you close, to feel your skin against mine, to run my hands through your hair and your hands through mine. Please?”
Pulled close he looked at Glorfindel, seeing that the elf had abandoned his pants and speaking. Explaining. “Tis nay all your fault. Tis both of us, and others who let me react this say for so long before trying to correct me.” Reaching up he put his hand on Glorfindel’s cheek.
As his mustache braid was tugged his cheeks and nose pinkened. “We- we can move past, aye!” His voice cracked as he spoke. His cock twitched against Glorfindel where he was held, and he felt it throbbing. “To touch my hair, means ye accept the betrothal?”
The idea of that alone had him realizing that his cock was firm and pressed between himself and Glorfindel. “Aye, ye can touch.”
Glorfindel leaned into the touch of Fili’s calloused roughened palm, a small smile touching his lips. “Good,” he breathed, a blush rising to his cheeks when he felt the dwarf’s growing erection against his side. That made his smile grow a bit more. Perhaps they really could move forward.
“You should know I do not let just anyone touch my hair,” he confessed, careful to keep Fili’s gaze, even as he felt his own heart pounding in response to the touch and closeness. “I don’t let anyone touch me the way I want you to. But I don’t want to rush you. I want to make you feel good. May I?”
“Ye have let me touch since the first day though, I put a flower behind yer ear and ye let me.” He remembered the day fondly. Their first meeting, the dinner with Elrond they had abandoned, a small picnic out by the fountain after.
“Aye, make me feel good Glorfindel, my Lord elf,” It felt odd to call Glorfindel a ‘lord’ but he didn’t mind. It was just new and he would miss seeing his beloved in dresses. Though... Glorfindel would look mightily fine in dwarvish male attire. “What would ye have me do, My Lord~” He was very much saying it out of arousal now though.
