The Strong Heart
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Chapter 1
Title: The Strong Heart (1/14)
Author: Aglarien
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel; Caladir/Gurvelon
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. Except for the cats.
Warning: AU. Fluffy in part.
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel are determined to find out what, or who, is hurting their friend.
First, a few notes on the timeline and such.
In my universe, Glorfindel returned around 1700 S.A., shortly after the fall of Eregion. Erestor and Elrond are about the same age, both born at the end of the F.A.
Present time in the story is around 1300 T.A., when “evil begins to multiply again” in Middle-earth, so Erestor and Elrond are somewhere around 4,700 years old, and the twins are just under 1,200.
Glorfindel, counting both of his lives, is older than dirt.
Caladir is about 2,000, and Gurvelon is only a few centuries younger.
Tinnu is – well, Tinnu is highly affronted that you would even ask, and refuses to say. Elvish cats are persnickety that way. Glirien, a “human” cat, is just over a year old.
Arwen is visiting her grandparents in Lothlorien, which is why you won’t find her in this story. Since I’m messing with Tolkien’s universe anyway, Celebrian was attacked and sailed to Valinor about 1200 years before she really did, so she has been gone around one hundred years.
Chapter 1
Imladris, 1300 T.A.
Twenty Galadhrim guards from the realm of Lothlorien had arrived two weeks ago. Elrond and Erestor had finally managed to convince Galadriel and Celeborn of the necessity of exchanging warriors for training. Perhaps the Orc attacks Imladris had experienced had finally resolved the matter in their minds. Twenty Imladris guards left for Lothlorien last week in exchange.
Erestor and Glorfindel were taking a day off, Glorfindel having delegated today’s training to Caladir, his second in command. They were in their now ‘private’ garden, relaxing under a large tree. Elrond had come upon them in the garden one night when they were engaged in…well, it’s enough to say that the next day he ordered a high wall constructed around a small garden outside their rooms where they would have privacy.
Glorfindel was leaning against the tree, legs spread, with Erestor comfortably lounging between them, his back resting on his husband’s chest. The book they had been reading was now put aside.
“Glorfindel, my love, I am so very happy. You’ve made me so very happy.” Erestor sighed and purred. Their binding had been six months ago, and they were now settled into a life of marital bliss. Their love and lust for each other, however, had continued to grow. Each wondrous passion filled night – or day – was amazing.
Glorfindel tightened his arms around his mate, and chuckled at the words and purrs coming from Erestor. “As you have made me, beloved. I love you so much.” Leaning his head down, he suckled and nipped at the pale, soft neck, which was always most arousing to Erestor, and thought about what he was going to do next to drive his beloved wild.
Erestor was reaching his hands to draw Glorfindel’s mouth to his own, when they were rudely interrupted. A soft ball of black fluff landed in his lap, followed by a gray one.
Erestor giggled and picked up the little black ball. “Well, hello Brogdithen. What have you been up to?” He rubbed the little kitten’s long soft fur against his cheek. Picking up the gray fuzz ball, he handed it to Glorfindel. Sparkling blue eyes blinked at Erestor. “Here, you take Gwathren. Go to Glorfindel, sweetheart.”
A moment later, two more balls of fluff landed in Erestor’s lap, as Tinnu and Glirien deposited their remaining two kittens. The two grown cats lay down under the tree, wrapped around each other, and promptly fell asleep.
“Erestor, sweetheart, I think our cats are telling us these fuzz balls have worn them out and we’re the designated kitten-sitters.”
Erestor giggled again. “I think you are correct, my love.” He picked up a gray and white mirror of Glirien, and handed her to Glorfindel, after placing a kiss on the furry little head. “Here, take Cenedril.” Holding the longhaired black fuzz ball, Brogdithen, in one hand, he picked up the remaining kitten from his lap. The last kitten had short, shiny black fur, and sparkling white paws, chest and chin. “Galvorn, you little cutie, what have you been up to? Have you been driving your Ada and Nana to distraction and wearing them out? ”
Erestor laid the two kittens in his lap again and drew one finger around their little heads and through whiskers. The kittens raised tiny paws and tried to catch the finger. Erestor giggled again, and looked back to Glorfindel, who was entertaining the two gray kittens with a leaf.
Erestor had never giggled before Glorfindel and he had become lovers. He was always careful to never allow such undignified behavior to be seen by anyone other than those he considered his family. That definition included Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir, as well as their friends Caladir and Gurvelon, Lindir, Melpomaen, and one or two others. And of course, Glorfindel, his dear friend and secret love for centuries, and now his devoted and cherished husband. He wondered if their love now was as strong as Caladir and Gurvelon’s, whose bonding was certainly blessed by the Valar.
Gurvelon was a tiny scribe, smaller even than Erestor. Gurvelon and Erestor had been friends for many years before Caladir first laid eyes on his future husband. Gurvelon’s sparkling green eyes and long auburn locks had enthralled Caladir at first sight. Erestor had watched the love between the petite scribe and huge warrior bloom into something that was magnificent. They had been married now for many centuries, and could sense each other so well. They often mind spoke with each other, even over distances, so they were never apart. Erestor and Glorfindel’s ‘oneness’ was still growing, and though they could sense each other, they had never mind spoken with each other. Erestor knew that one day he and his husband would be able to do that as well.
Glorfindel placed his two sleepy kittens in Erestor’s lap with the others. The four kittens immediately piled atop each other and fell asleep. After watching the kittens for a few moments, Glorfindel drew Erestor back against him. “Now, beloved, where were we?” he whispered, and turned Erestor’s head to him, engulfing his mouth in a passionate kiss.
~~~*~~~
It was lunchtime, and Gurvelon put aside his work. Rising and stretching, he wondered for a moment where Caladir was, and then remembered he would be out training with the Galadhrim. His warrior mate would often forget about things like meals when he was training, if Gurvelon let him.
Gurvelon prepared a lunch tray for them in the kitchens, grabbed a blanket on his way past their rooms, and then carried it out to the training grounds to find Caladir. Spotting him sparring with one of the Galadhrim, he spread the blanket under a large, shady tree, and sat and watched.
Caladir knew Gurvelon was waiting. He could always sense whenever he was near. Ending the sparring match, he told the Galadhrim to go and have their lunch in the barracks with his men. Turning to join Gurvelon, he missed the look on the face of one of the guards.
The Lothlorien guard was disgusted. How could that puny little scribe think he was good enough for a strong warrior like Caladir? Caladir would be his, and that little mouse would be gone. Grabbing his sword, he followed the others to the barracks. Standing just inside the barracks doorway, he watched the two, envy burning through his veins.
“Did you bring me lunch, sweetheart? What did I ever do to deserve you?” Caladir swept his little love up into his arms, and kissed him soundly.
“Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe it was what you did to me last night?” Gurvelon laughed as his feet touched the ground again. “Come, sit down and eat, my love.” He poured a fresh cold glass of water, with the lemon slices Caladir liked, and placed it in front of him. Caladir cut slices of cheese, bread, and fruit, and they ate their lunch, content in each other’s company.
After a few minutes of silence, Caladir spoke. “You know, I’ve been wondering, how did you ever hide your presence from me that day you arrived in the camp after the battle, my love? How did I not sense you?”
Gurvelon shrugged and smiled. “You had much to distract you that day, beloved. You had battled with Orcs, Erestor was gravely wounded, and besides, you did not expect to see me there.”
Caladir agreed that was probably it. He helped Gurvelon clean up the remains of their lunch, folded the blanket over his husband’s arm, gave him a sweet kiss, and sent him back to the house with a promise he would see him at dinner.
~~~*~~~
It was late in the afternoon when Gurvelon rose from his desk to find a book he needed in the library. After long minutes of hunting, he finally found it and returned with it to his desk. In the center of his desk sat a plate with his favorite honey pastry on it. Caladir must have come in while he was out and left it for him. Smiling, he picked it up, popped it in his mouth, wiped his fingers and settled back to work.
Ten minutes later, Gurvelon doubled over with a sharp pain in his stomach. His head was spinning. Elves didn’t get sick! Crumbling to the floor, he vomited. Curled into a fetal position on the floor, his thoughts went out seeking Caladir. ‘Caladir! Come! I need you! Help me!’
Out in the training field, Caladir stopped in mid-lunge, threw down his sword, and raced to his love.
Tbc…
Note on the meaning of the names:
Caladir – Man of light.
Gurvelon – Strong heart/counsel.
Cenedril – Mirror
Brogdithen – Little bear
Gwathren – Shadowy
Galvorn – Light + Dark. Also the name of a metal made by a dark elf.
Names or words used in names used are from the COE site.
Author: Aglarien
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel; Caladir/Gurvelon
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. Except for the cats.
Warning: AU. Fluffy in part.
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel are determined to find out what, or who, is hurting their friend.
First, a few notes on the timeline and such.
In my universe, Glorfindel returned around 1700 S.A., shortly after the fall of Eregion. Erestor and Elrond are about the same age, both born at the end of the F.A.
Present time in the story is around 1300 T.A., when “evil begins to multiply again” in Middle-earth, so Erestor and Elrond are somewhere around 4,700 years old, and the twins are just under 1,200.
Glorfindel, counting both of his lives, is older than dirt.
Caladir is about 2,000, and Gurvelon is only a few centuries younger.
Tinnu is – well, Tinnu is highly affronted that you would even ask, and refuses to say. Elvish cats are persnickety that way. Glirien, a “human” cat, is just over a year old.
Arwen is visiting her grandparents in Lothlorien, which is why you won’t find her in this story. Since I’m messing with Tolkien’s universe anyway, Celebrian was attacked and sailed to Valinor about 1200 years before she really did, so she has been gone around one hundred years.
Chapter 1
Imladris, 1300 T.A.
Twenty Galadhrim guards from the realm of Lothlorien had arrived two weeks ago. Elrond and Erestor had finally managed to convince Galadriel and Celeborn of the necessity of exchanging warriors for training. Perhaps the Orc attacks Imladris had experienced had finally resolved the matter in their minds. Twenty Imladris guards left for Lothlorien last week in exchange.
Erestor and Glorfindel were taking a day off, Glorfindel having delegated today’s training to Caladir, his second in command. They were in their now ‘private’ garden, relaxing under a large tree. Elrond had come upon them in the garden one night when they were engaged in…well, it’s enough to say that the next day he ordered a high wall constructed around a small garden outside their rooms where they would have privacy.
Glorfindel was leaning against the tree, legs spread, with Erestor comfortably lounging between them, his back resting on his husband’s chest. The book they had been reading was now put aside.
“Glorfindel, my love, I am so very happy. You’ve made me so very happy.” Erestor sighed and purred. Their binding had been six months ago, and they were now settled into a life of marital bliss. Their love and lust for each other, however, had continued to grow. Each wondrous passion filled night – or day – was amazing.
Glorfindel tightened his arms around his mate, and chuckled at the words and purrs coming from Erestor. “As you have made me, beloved. I love you so much.” Leaning his head down, he suckled and nipped at the pale, soft neck, which was always most arousing to Erestor, and thought about what he was going to do next to drive his beloved wild.
Erestor was reaching his hands to draw Glorfindel’s mouth to his own, when they were rudely interrupted. A soft ball of black fluff landed in his lap, followed by a gray one.
Erestor giggled and picked up the little black ball. “Well, hello Brogdithen. What have you been up to?” He rubbed the little kitten’s long soft fur against his cheek. Picking up the gray fuzz ball, he handed it to Glorfindel. Sparkling blue eyes blinked at Erestor. “Here, you take Gwathren. Go to Glorfindel, sweetheart.”
A moment later, two more balls of fluff landed in Erestor’s lap, as Tinnu and Glirien deposited their remaining two kittens. The two grown cats lay down under the tree, wrapped around each other, and promptly fell asleep.
“Erestor, sweetheart, I think our cats are telling us these fuzz balls have worn them out and we’re the designated kitten-sitters.”
Erestor giggled again. “I think you are correct, my love.” He picked up a gray and white mirror of Glirien, and handed her to Glorfindel, after placing a kiss on the furry little head. “Here, take Cenedril.” Holding the longhaired black fuzz ball, Brogdithen, in one hand, he picked up the remaining kitten from his lap. The last kitten had short, shiny black fur, and sparkling white paws, chest and chin. “Galvorn, you little cutie, what have you been up to? Have you been driving your Ada and Nana to distraction and wearing them out? ”
Erestor laid the two kittens in his lap again and drew one finger around their little heads and through whiskers. The kittens raised tiny paws and tried to catch the finger. Erestor giggled again, and looked back to Glorfindel, who was entertaining the two gray kittens with a leaf.
Erestor had never giggled before Glorfindel and he had become lovers. He was always careful to never allow such undignified behavior to be seen by anyone other than those he considered his family. That definition included Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir, as well as their friends Caladir and Gurvelon, Lindir, Melpomaen, and one or two others. And of course, Glorfindel, his dear friend and secret love for centuries, and now his devoted and cherished husband. He wondered if their love now was as strong as Caladir and Gurvelon’s, whose bonding was certainly blessed by the Valar.
Gurvelon was a tiny scribe, smaller even than Erestor. Gurvelon and Erestor had been friends for many years before Caladir first laid eyes on his future husband. Gurvelon’s sparkling green eyes and long auburn locks had enthralled Caladir at first sight. Erestor had watched the love between the petite scribe and huge warrior bloom into something that was magnificent. They had been married now for many centuries, and could sense each other so well. They often mind spoke with each other, even over distances, so they were never apart. Erestor and Glorfindel’s ‘oneness’ was still growing, and though they could sense each other, they had never mind spoken with each other. Erestor knew that one day he and his husband would be able to do that as well.
Glorfindel placed his two sleepy kittens in Erestor’s lap with the others. The four kittens immediately piled atop each other and fell asleep. After watching the kittens for a few moments, Glorfindel drew Erestor back against him. “Now, beloved, where were we?” he whispered, and turned Erestor’s head to him, engulfing his mouth in a passionate kiss.
~~~*~~~
It was lunchtime, and Gurvelon put aside his work. Rising and stretching, he wondered for a moment where Caladir was, and then remembered he would be out training with the Galadhrim. His warrior mate would often forget about things like meals when he was training, if Gurvelon let him.
Gurvelon prepared a lunch tray for them in the kitchens, grabbed a blanket on his way past their rooms, and then carried it out to the training grounds to find Caladir. Spotting him sparring with one of the Galadhrim, he spread the blanket under a large, shady tree, and sat and watched.
Caladir knew Gurvelon was waiting. He could always sense whenever he was near. Ending the sparring match, he told the Galadhrim to go and have their lunch in the barracks with his men. Turning to join Gurvelon, he missed the look on the face of one of the guards.
The Lothlorien guard was disgusted. How could that puny little scribe think he was good enough for a strong warrior like Caladir? Caladir would be his, and that little mouse would be gone. Grabbing his sword, he followed the others to the barracks. Standing just inside the barracks doorway, he watched the two, envy burning through his veins.
“Did you bring me lunch, sweetheart? What did I ever do to deserve you?” Caladir swept his little love up into his arms, and kissed him soundly.
“Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe it was what you did to me last night?” Gurvelon laughed as his feet touched the ground again. “Come, sit down and eat, my love.” He poured a fresh cold glass of water, with the lemon slices Caladir liked, and placed it in front of him. Caladir cut slices of cheese, bread, and fruit, and they ate their lunch, content in each other’s company.
After a few minutes of silence, Caladir spoke. “You know, I’ve been wondering, how did you ever hide your presence from me that day you arrived in the camp after the battle, my love? How did I not sense you?”
Gurvelon shrugged and smiled. “You had much to distract you that day, beloved. You had battled with Orcs, Erestor was gravely wounded, and besides, you did not expect to see me there.”
Caladir agreed that was probably it. He helped Gurvelon clean up the remains of their lunch, folded the blanket over his husband’s arm, gave him a sweet kiss, and sent him back to the house with a promise he would see him at dinner.
~~~*~~~
It was late in the afternoon when Gurvelon rose from his desk to find a book he needed in the library. After long minutes of hunting, he finally found it and returned with it to his desk. In the center of his desk sat a plate with his favorite honey pastry on it. Caladir must have come in while he was out and left it for him. Smiling, he picked it up, popped it in his mouth, wiped his fingers and settled back to work.
Ten minutes later, Gurvelon doubled over with a sharp pain in his stomach. His head was spinning. Elves didn’t get sick! Crumbling to the floor, he vomited. Curled into a fetal position on the floor, his thoughts went out seeking Caladir. ‘Caladir! Come! I need you! Help me!’
Out in the training field, Caladir stopped in mid-lunge, threw down his sword, and raced to his love.
Tbc…
Note on the meaning of the names:
Caladir – Man of light.
Gurvelon – Strong heart/counsel.
Cenedril – Mirror
Brogdithen – Little bear
Gwathren – Shadowy
Galvorn – Light + Dark. Also the name of a metal made by a dark elf.
Names or words used in names used are from the COE site.