The sun had barely crested the horizon when Glorfindel rose. Donning only soft shoes, leggings, and a heavier outer robe, he made his way to the stables while the rest of Imladris was still abed. Entering the main stables through the back, he went directly to Asfaloth's open stall. The white horse was awake, prancing lightly, eager for his morning run.
Stepping into the stall, Glorfindel was greeted by a nuzzle from the horse. He wrapped his arms around the strong arched neck and pressed his face into the silken strands of Asfaloth's mane. The horse began chewing his hair and the elf chuckled. Without a word, he led Asfaloth to open ground and mounted him. The moment Glorfindel was settled, Asfaloth galloped off, needing no directions and little guidance.
Glorfindel's thighs gripped the horse tightly, his hands tangled in the hair of Asfaloth's mane. After some time, the horse slowed, and Glorfindel slid from his back. Standing before the white steed, Glorfindel blew gently on his nose, and then inhaled the heady scent of his love.
Asfaloth's teeth rolled back skillfully as the horse took a corner of Glorfindel's robe between his teeth and pulled. Glorfindel unbelted the robe and pushed the other shoulder off, letting it slide to the ground. Lowering his great head, Asfaloth pushed his nose against the waist of Glorfindel's leggings, eliciting a soft moan from the elf.
Unlacing the garment, Glorfindel slid them down, and a moment later stood naked before Asfaloth. The stallion gave a soft whinny of approval and pressed his nose against Glorfindel's chest. Glorfindel shivered as his love's breath seemed to burn down his skin, warming him against the cool air of the early morning.
Lifting his head, Asfaloth danced backwards and turned to present his side to Glorfindel. The elf leaped up, straddling Asfaloth's flanks. Leaning forward, he lay over the horse's back, his head pressed against the side of Asfaloth's neck, his arms holding tight. His chest and stomach were pressed against the soft white coat, his thighs gripping tightly. His whole body tingled where he touched the horse, sending shivers to his aching shaft, pressed between his own body and Asfaloth's.
Starting at a walk, Asfaloth could feel Glorfindel squirming, though the elf tried to keep still. The arms tightened around his neck as Asfaloth sped up, reaching a gallop quickly. Glorfindel's hips were moving in rhythm with Asfaloth's, the elf's moans of pleasure like music to the stallion.
Glorfindel panted, Asfaloth's body pumping and vibrating under his own. The horse's body shook each time powerful hooves pounded the soil below, and the vibrations were carried throughout Glorfindel's body. With a pained whimper, he shuddered, his seed joining the moisture of Asfaloth's sweat on the horse's back.
Knowing instantly when his Rider reached completion, Asfaloth slowed, then stopped, standing still until Glorfindel dismounted.
Panting lightly, the elf slid down, sinking immediately to the ground. Asfaloth lowered his head, snorting gently in Glorfindel's hair, as if whispering to a lover. A few moments later, Glorfindel stood, wrapping his arms around Asfaloth.
The stallion had run full circle, and Glorfindel's clothes were only a short distance away. Taking a rag from his outer robe, he rubbed Asfaloth down, promising a more thorough grooming when they returned to the stable. Asfaloth nodded, for now contenting himself by leaning against his Rider, chewing the elf's hair.
