Finding Hope

Turidon has a visitor. Erestor and Glorfindel – well, let’s just say this chapter needs an extra warning for sexy talk and some sizzling hot loving.

Note: Conversations indicated with a single ‘…..’ are Erestor and Glorfindel silently mind speaking to each other.

Chapter 10

The Valar Lorien and Orome stood before Manwe. “He is still greatly troubled and fears, my Lord,” Lorien said.

Manwe sighed. “We cannot allow him to remain so. If your vision did not give him peace, Lorien, there is only one thing we can do. It is time, Orome.”
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Turidon had left Melpomaen helping Elrond. He roamed the woods, thinking. Lorien had shown them what would have happened if Thalahir had lived, but still he was worried, and his guilt was heavy upon him. He was still a kinslayer. What if the Valar would not grant him entry to Aman, and he was separated from Melpomaen forever, doomed to wander middle-earth, alone and faded?

Tears rolled down his face at the thought, and he sat heavily on a fallen log and gave in to his misery. Dimly, he heard a voice calling him, and looked toward the sound. A hooded figure stood in the shadow of the trees.

“Who are you, and why do you disturb me?” Turidon called.

The figure approached him. “Do you not recognize me, my old friend? Eons ago, near the Waters of Awakening, you knew me well.”

Turidon stared at the figure as it came nearer. The hood was thrown back, and Turidon saw the grace of Aman shining in the figure’s fair face.

“My Lord Orome,” he cried, bowing low before the Vala, before he fell to his knees.

“Why do you weep, old friend?” Orome asked.

“I am a kinslayer, my Lord! I took the life of another elf, and I fear I am banned from ever sailing to Valinor!”

“Turidon, rise, my friend,” Orome said. Turidon rose shakily and stood in front of the Vala. “Did you think we would forsake you in your moment of great need after your long faithfulness, and ban you from us? You killed no one, Turidon.”

“But, my Lord, I did! I shot the arrow! It killed him!”

Orome smiled. “Aye, you did shoot the arrow. But your shot would have missed; your hand was shaking so. ‘Twas I, my friend, whose hand guided your arrow, at Manwe’s command. You killed no one.” The Vala placed his hands on Turidon’s shoulders. “Feel me, Turidon. I am really here and this is real. Hear me. You killed no one. I was there with you. Manwe commanded it. I guided the arrow. When the time comes, you will sail to Aman with Melpomaen, and reside there in happiness until the end of Arda.”

Turidon grasped Orome’s arms. “Truly, my Lord? I know it is you. The heart does not forget so great a friend as you were to me in the early days. I know you would not be false to me.”

Orome smiled. “So do you now know and believe you are free of guilt? I shudder to think what Manwe will do next time if he has to send another of us to you.”

“If you tell me so, then it must be. Aye, I believe, my Lord.” Turidon’s face lit with a smile. “Thank you, my Lord.”

“Fear not for Thalahir. You know elves do not die. Even now he rests within Namo’s Halls, and is being cleansed of his deeds and renewed. One day he will chose to be reborn, and will again be as innocent as you were, the day I first saw you beside the Waters of Awakening.”

Tears of joy and thankfulness welled in Turidon’s eyes, and the elf and the Vala walked peacefully in the woods for a time, speaking of the olden days.
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Erestor and Glorfindel fed the elflings, and then allowed them to play with their new toys for a while. They sat on the floor with the children, and Glorfindel and Gailion set up a mock battle. Erestor held the baby, who clutched his new bunny, sucking on an ear, and helped Amdiriel select new doll clothes for all her new dolls. They would wait until tomorrow morning to show the elflings all the new clothes and shoes; they were quite excited enough for tonight with all the toys.

‘Tomorrow, my love, we must switch elflings, and I will play battle with Gailion while you play with Amdiriel,’ Erestor silently said.

‘Aye. We must be careful they don’t think either of us loves one or the other of them more, beloved. We will both show them we are interested in whatever they do.’ Glorfindel smiled at Erestor.

The evening passed quickly, and it was time for their baths. Erestor took the baby in the bathroom first for his bath. Faelion was such a good little elfling, and loved the bubbles. He giggled and screamed, splashing his hands down in the water. Erestor giggled and laughed at his little one’s happy antics, and didn’t mind at all being splashed. He enjoyed this part of the day.

“You will turn into a prune, my sweetling. Time to get you out and into your nightshirt and have a rock and your bottle.” He lifted the baby and cooed at him. “My little sweetling loved his new bunny from Ada Glor, didn’t he? Oh, that ear just tasted so good! Well, let me tell you all about what froggie legs taste like.” He was having such a lovely time with Faelion, he forgot all about the baby’s favorite trick. Just as the warm pee hit him in the face, he heard Glorfindel laugh from the doorway. “Oh, Ada Restor is going to get Ada Glor for that, isn’t he sweetling?” Erestor chuckled. “Our son has a wicked aim, doesn’t he, my love?” Erestor said, wiping his face.

“Oh, indeed he does. You got off easy the first time!” Glorfindel answered.

Erestor diapered the baby, then tickled him until he was laughing and screaming.

“Let me have him, sweetheart. It’s my turn to rock him and give him his bottle.” Glorfindel took Faelion and settled in the rocking chair, and Erestor changed the water in the bathtub and added bubbly soap.

“Come, my little loves. It’s time for your bath,” Erestor said to the two other elflings. He was wet anyway, and needed a bath himself after the baby’s hitting him. After helping the elflings undress, he stripped and joined them in the bathtub. They played a game of who could blow bubbles the farthest, followed by sculpting each other’s soap filled hair into wild arrangements. The baby had finished his bottle, been duly burped, and then rocked to sleep when they finally emerged laughing from the bath.

Erestor dried them all with fluffy towels, and sat the elflings in front of the fireplace while he found nightshirts.

Glorfindel laid Faelion in his cradle, along with the bunny. “I’ll just take a quick bath while you do that, love, and be right out to help,” Glorfindel said.

Erestor quickly put on his own nightshirt, set one in the bathroom for Glorfindel, then helped Gailion and Amdiriel with theirs. He sat behind them, brushing and fluffing their hair so it would dry.

“Ada Restor, do you know any stories?” Gailion asked.

“Yes, my love, I know many, many stories. Is there a special one you would like to hear?”

“Tell us about Arien and Tilion, Ada,” Amdiriel said. “We like that one.”

So Erestor told them how the Valar had chosen the Maiar Arien, the spirit of fire, to guide the sun, and Tilion the hunter with his silver bow to guide the moon.

“You tell good stories, Ada Restor,“ Gailion said.

“Thank you, sweetheart. I have many, many stories I will tell you if you would like.”

“We’d like that, Ada Restor.”

Glorfindel stood in the doorway, listening. ‘Isn’t it interesting how they always speak for both of them, my love?’

‘Aye, they are very close,’ Erestor answered. ‘They both do it, and the other never seems to mind.’

“Are my two little sweethearts ready for bed, Ada Restor?” Glorfindel asked, smiling at his children.

“What do you think, sweetlings? Are you ready for bed?” Erestor asked the children.

“Will you sing us a song, Ada?” Amdiriel asked.

“Aye, sweetheart, I will. Come, let’s go to the rocking chair,” Erestor answered. He gathered both elflings into his lap, and sweetly sang a lullaby of trees and how birds went to sleep at night in their boughs, and squirrels rested in their limbs, until the elflings nodded off.

Glorfindel sat and listened to Erestor’s beautiful voice, and fell even more deeply in love with his amazing husband than he thought possible. Taking Amdiriel in his arms, he laid her in her bed, kissed her brow, and whispered, “I love you, my angel.” Then he laid Gailion in his bed, kissed him, and whispered, “I love you, my sweet one.”

He took Erestor’s hand in his and helped him up from the rocker. ‘Please, beloved, come to the sitting room, now. I love you so much, if I can’t have you this minute, I shall burst.’

Erestor grabbed the oil from their bedside, and they crept out of the room, softly shutting the door behind them.

Glorfindel grabbed Erestor and kissed him deeply and long, leaving them both breathless. He quickly unbuttoned their nightshirts, ripping off a few buttons in his haste, shrugged his off, then slowly pulled Erestor’s off, kissing and nibbling skin as he went.

‘Oh, my love, I want you now,’ Erestor said.

‘Aye, sweetheart.’ Glorfindel pulled him down to the soft fur rugs and straddled him. Lovingly and slowly, he worshipped Erestor’s body. He lapped and nibbled at the beautiful pale neck, then sucked a pebbled nipple into his mouth until Erestor arched beneath him.

‘Please, love….please,’ Erestor moaned in Glorfindel’s mind.

‘Soon, my heart, soon. Let me taste you, let me love you.’ He opened the oil and coated his fingers with it. Slowly licking his way down, he lapped at the tip of Erestor’s engorged member before taking it whole into his mouth and wrapping his tongue around the sensitive backside. Erestor arched and screams resounded in his mind. He gently massaged around Erestor’s opening then pushed a finger in, all the while sucking and lapping. ‘Oh, beloved, I love the taste of you. I love having your cock in my mouth, tasting those luscious drops that fall from the tip.’ He dug his tongue into the slit. ‘Oh, so good. I love making you come in my mouth, swallowing you whole.’

Glorfindel was going to take advantage of the children sleeping; he knew he drove Erestor crazy with his sexy talk, and was going to make sure tonight his husband heard and felt how much he was loved. It was wonderful to be able to mind speak while having a hard cock in his mouth, to be able to say all those things he couldn’t say before when his mouth was otherwise occupied.

‘More…please, love, oh….more,’ Erestor wailed, as he firmly held his lips together to stifle any sound. A second finger joined the first and bent to find his sweet spot, as he listened to Glorfindel’s words in his mind.

‘Do you like this, my sweet one? Do you like it when I touch you like this while your beautiful cock is in my mouth? Oh, I can’t get enough of you, baby. My sweet baby.’ Three fingers now pumped in and out, hitting that special spot with every thrust. Erestor writhed beneath him and his screams of ecstasy filled Glorfindel’s mind. Erestor didn’t know whether to thrust up into the warm, moist heat, or thrust down onto those magical fingers.

‘Oh…Glorfindel….beloved…what you do to me….Oh. More. More…harder….deeper. Ooooh….so good.’

Glorfindel thrust his fingers deeper, withdrawing them almost all the way, and thrusting them back in again. ‘Is this what you want baby? Good and hard, in and out, while I suck on your sexy, sexy cock. In and out. In and out. My beautiful baby.’

‘Oh, Glor….can’t last…going to come.’

‘Let it go baby. Come for me. Give me all of you. Come for me, baby. Give it to me.’

Erestor arched and a moan escaped his lips as a scream filled his mind, his seed filling Glorfindel’s mouth, shooting down his throat as he came again and again, thrusting wildly.

Glorfindel swallowed greedily. ‘Oh how I love the feel of you when you come, baby. How I love the taste of you. Give me all of it, baby.’

Erestor’s hips and back slumped back down to the floor as he labored for breath. ‘Glorfindel, my love, my darling, I love you so very much. How did I live before you, before us?’ Glorfindel moved up and kissed him deeply, and the feel of the hard cock against him aroused him again. ‘Take me now, my love. Fill me. Thrust your hard cock into me. Give me your beautiful, hard, thick, long cock.’ He pulled his knees up to his chest along side Glorfindel’s chest.

Glorfindel gave him one last kiss, then raising himself up, positioned his member and thrust in swiftly to the hilt. ‘Aye baby, you have it. You will always have it. It belongs to you, only to you, my beautiful sexy husband.’ Erestor’s arms wrapped around him and he wound his legs around his waist, as he pulled out and slammed back in, again and again. ‘Does my cock feel good in you, baby? Do you feel how big it is for you? How hard? Only for you, baby. Only for you.’

‘Oh…Glor…love you…I love you…I love you. Only you…forever…forever. Oh…what you do to me. So good. So good.’

‘I love you, my Erestor. Only you. I love you…forever.’ Glorfindel said. Tiny whimpers escaped Erestor’s lips. He fought to maintain control. He wanted this to last…for Erestor. It’s why he made Erestor come first, so he would last. He stopped mind speaking for long enough to focus his energies. It had to last, for Erestor.

‘Oh, it’s never been so good, my love. Oh….my Glorfindel….’ Again and again, Glorfindel slammed into his special spot, driving him mad with ecstasy. ‘Can you feel how good it is for me? Oh, can you feel me…’ Erestor wailed silently as more tiny whimpers escaped his lips.

‘I feel you, baby…I feel you. I can feel your love for me. Only me. Oh, my sweet baby,’ Glorfindel said, as Erestor wailed again in his mind.

Erestor could hardly breath. His body writhed as lighting flashed through it and around it. ‘Oh…Glor..fin…del’ he screamed. And Glorfindel didn’t stop. Again and again slamming into him. Erestor clutched his arms around his beloved and pulled himself up. ‘Hold me…hold me..don’t let me fall, help me,’ he screamed.

Glorfindel wrapped his arms around Erestor’s shoulders and pulled him tightly against his chest. ‘I have you, baby….I have you, beloved. I won’t let you fall. Just feel, sweetheart. Just feel how I love you. Feel how we are one. Your body is my body. Your heart is my heart. Your soul is my soul. Just feel, beloved.’

They felt as if they were bound to each other anew. As if all that came before was nothing compared to this. This union, this oneness. Their love made them soar to the heavens and they danced through the stars. The souls merged and fused and their hearts joined as their bodies joined. And Erestor finally came wailing and screaming into Glorfindel’s mouth from the intensity, unable to hold his voice inside any longer, as Glorfindel filled him with his seed and his love, again and again. The air around them crackled and sizzled from the force of their love, as the two lovers collapsed, drained, and fighting for breath.

Long minutes later, breathing finally restored, the two lay entwined, half asleep. Terrified screams woke them instantly. “Amdiriel!” Two separate voices spoke at the same time. Throwing on their nightshirts, not stopping to button them, they rushed to the door. “Amdiriel, I’m coming, Ada’s coming!” Two separate voices spoke as one.

Tbc…..


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