Undomiel

(Glorfindel POV)

Galadriel and Celeborn did go to the Havens last season, and Elrond gave Legolas and the twins Imladris, even though they were more interested in honeymooning in Mirkwood.

Most of the Galadhrim left with their Lord and Lady, and some of Imladris’s noldor elves; but most stayed and the noldor went to Caras Galadon, where Elrond had taken up residence. Some sindar scattered about, and settled in either Imladris or Caras galadon as a gesture of trust in their new king, who still held his title of Lord Elrond.

And I, I stayed in Lothlorien for nearly a month, trying to decide what to do with myself and with my hterhter, Arwen.

In the end, I wrote to Legolas, telling him of my decision, thanking him for the opportunity presented, and then I went to see Elrond.

He was at his desk in Celeborn’s old office, and when I came in he smiled. Seeing that I didn’t have Arwen, and instead a serious expression, his smile faded as he waited for me to speak.

I’d never seen my beloved look as haggard and forlorn as when I told him, "I’ve made my decision." Valar bless him, he’d alreassumssumed. I stifled a smirk. "Elrond, I want you to ask me." I continued.
"Ask you what?" He wondered aloud.

"Ask me to stay; I can’t quite live with you uninvited."
Shock crossed his features, then intense desire. "Will you stay with me?" he asked breathlessly, and I could see the sheer hunger in his eyes. My peredhel was so very lonely.

I took his hands as he stood before me. "I’ll stay with you, I’ll stand by you, and I will love you always; no matter where you and I go, until we no longer walk this earth and even after." I vowed.

Tears shone in his gray eyes. "Glorfindel." He said in awe. I took his face between my hands and kissed him.

When I pulled back, he stared at me a moment.
"Do that again?" he pleaded.
I couldn’t resist, and this time he met me in full measure. I touched him like I had always wanted to, and his hands tentatively mirrored mine. Sucking his lower lip, I daringly clutched his buttocks and ground into him. His member sparked alive, and semi-hard, he returned the stroke.

He moaned when mine began to fill, flush along his. I released his lip and began licking his neck, kissing and nipping. "I wasn’t willing then, but I am now." I insisted in a whisper against his skin. His self-restraint broke at that, I could see. "I’ll not take you here, nin meleth." He replied softly, and felt about the desk with his free hand. I kissed him tenderly, lifting his robes and shirt, unlacing his breeches for him.

He handed me a small bottle of oil, usually used for leather, and I applied it liberally to my fingers, glad Thranduil patience had finally come into play, for he’d been the one to teach me how to properly care for a lover of my sex. I stroked his weeping erection and cradled his testicles in my palm a moment before moving behind them.

He hadn’t done this since Gil-Galad, at least not this way, as far as I knew. I was careful and gentle all the same, stretching and stroking. He didn’t seem to be in any discomfort, busy oiling my straining member and distracting me.

I kissed him again and maneuvered him so he was back against the wall. He raised one leg, and I pinned it between our chests. I played with his nipples while he reached down and pushed me inside him. His other hand played my sensitive, full nipples as my own hands stilled on his chest.

I moaned, overcome with the feeling of him stretched tight and hot around me, and words repeated themselves endlessly through my head. Elrond, my love, Elrond, Elrond, Elrond.

I froze, trying not to orgasm under the onslaught. Regaining some control, I grasped his cock and began to thrust. All too soon he was yelping, tightening around me as he came. The look on his face, and the hot salty come on my belly sent me over the edge with a growl as darkness fell over my eyes.

When I came around, I was in his bed, and he was lying beside me, looking at me tenderly. I kissed him, not having words for how I loved him besides ‘I hate you, I love you, I can’t stand you, you make me crazy, I want to be the kind of crazy you make me.’ I couldn’t believe I’d passed out, and told him so. He just chuckled and kissed me again.

Kissing soon led to slow, leisurely sex, with him sliding in and out of me, looking into my eyes, which led to an unhurried nap in one another’s arms; which, in turn, was interrupted by a crying, kicking be ree red-faced with anger for me being late for her supper.

Erestor brought her to us, apologizing for interrupting us in an intimate moment. I laughed at him and put her to the teat, letting her latch on right in front of him. Erestor’s eyes went wide at the sight, very much to my amusement, and he blushed furiously and stammered a few incoherent polite excuses before fleeing.

I only laughed harder, which made Elrond shake his head in exasperation and Arwen growl, warning me to ‘keep still, you’. I settled down, yawning and Elrond laid his head on my belly and watched Arwen nurse, who only paid him enough attention to decide he wasn’t near as interesting as her meal, but rather useful as a footstool.

Elrond and I soon got used to one another again, and developed a deep affection outside of our abiding love for one another. Arwen flourished under our hands, and when Legolas and the twins visited us on their way to stay in Imladris for the winter, they quite effectually spoiled her rotten.

She became feminine, demanding and prissy overnight, but Elrond staunchly denied any blame for it, as I knew he would. She didn’t inherit it from me.

Winter in Lothlorien was mild, as the sheltering Nimrodel valley spared us well. Only a few nights were cold enough to take Arwen from her hanging crib and warm her in the bed with us. She was clever, and among the citizens of Lothlorien began to be called Arwen Undomiel, evenstar of the elves.

I was proud, but I credited Elrond with her beautiful starshine eyes, black hair and height. I’d only contributed her with full lips, blue eyes and the waves in her full thick hair, also a gift from me.

Despite all the troubles in my life, I’d never expected to be so blessed, to come out so near the top. I was grateful for Elrond and my daughter, but I missed Thranduil, and regretted many of the last year’s events.

Nevertheless, I would not have changed my fate for all the world. I was forever tied to the house of Earendil, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Living for them, dying for them, loving them, and being part of them was a privilege. I had known both stars of the line of Earendil, and had found favor in their eyes.
And that was enough for me.