Heaven Knows

Title: Heaven Knows (11/11)
Author: Gwaelinn
Type: FPS
Pairings: Erestor/Elladan
Rating: R/NC17
Warnings: AU, Angst, Slash, potential character death
Summary: Heaven knows two souls just cannot connect
Disclaimer: All characters and locations are the sole property of Professor Tolkien’s Estate. This is written solely for pleasure; no payment or profit has been made.
Notes: Written for the Celestial Bodies challenge at Tripledogdare

Heaven Knows
Chapter 11

Erestor moved with fluid motions in the inner courtyard of his grandfather’s house. He was near death when he arrived 62 years ago. Since then his wounds, at least the physical ones, had healed completely. Therefore, he now practiced with the staff as a means of distracting his mind and heart from dwelling on a love lost rather than honing battle skill. Anor’s rays illuminated the porcelain skin of his bared chest. Dark leggings sat low on the narrow hips and raven black hair, unbound, whipped about the moving figure. Many had come to call on the Noldo lord, but he turned them away; his heart would forever belong to Elladan. Erestor prayed daily to Ilúvatar that his beloved Elladan lived and loved with great happiness and that when the time came for the peredhel to pass, it was a peaceful event.

From the shadows a lone figure, tall and lean, with nearly black hair watched the former advisor. Erestor was as beautiful as ever.

“Erestor?” the figure said as he stepped from behind a column.

Erestor whipped around in a defensive pose, so caught off guard was he. His mouth dropped open and the staff fell to the ground with a soft thud. “What…how…impossible…” the former eloquent chief advisor of Imladris stuttered.

The elf moved forward a couple of steps before speaking again, “Can you forgive foolish young peredhel?”

“Forgive you?” Erestor stammered, still unable to believe his eyes. “You... you cannot be here…you…but…” the confused elf straightened and his head cocked to the side looking much like an owl. He studies the figure before him. Had his heart finally drove his mind to delusion? This was impossible! Elladan Elrondion could not be standing there!

“I have been a fool and wasted so much time; I have denied my heart and hurt you in the process.” A hint of panic flashed in his eyes as Elladan continued in a rush, “Please, tell me there is still a chance you love me? Heaven knows I have loved you through the ages.” Elladan searched the disbelieving onyx eyes for any hope that Erestor still had feelings for him.

Erestor move forward slowly raising a hand to touch the warm cheek. Tears welled in his eyes and he blinked them away. “You are really here,” the older elf whispered, still fearing that what he saw was some illusion.

“Aye, I am really…” Elladan never finished the sentence. Hungry lips descended on his and strong fingers tangled in his hair possessively. His gasp of surprise allowed Erestor’s tongue entrance and the advisor took full advantage of it. Erestor pressed close and soon turned what began as a frantic, desperate kiss into a gentler loving kiss filled with affection and desire. Elladan melted into the powerful body, sliding his hands up the muscled chest. Erestor broke the kiss and pulled the peredhel into a tight embrace.

“I do not know and right now I do not care how you came to be here. I am just so happy,” Erestor whispered through a new wave of tears. “You have always been the owner of my heart and I would show you the depth of my love right now if you will have me.”

Elladan pulled back slightly; soft, pliable lips met Erestor’s by way of response. “I feared…” he began before Erestor silenced his soon to be lover with another kiss. The raven-haired elf led Elladan out of the courtyard. As the pair walked through the vast house toward Erestor’s suite, they passed an elf that rivaled Glorfindel in size and beauty. The elf greeted them in rich baritone as they past.

“Mae govannen, Iaurada [grandfather],” Erestor said in passing. The ancient lord smiled at his grandson. Elladan looked back just in time to see the elf turn the corner. Grandfather? But, that meant the elf was Ecthelion of the Fountain! Elladan’s steps slowed and Erestor was to follow suit. Erestor stole a look at his awe struck companion and chuckled while giving Elladan’s hand a little tug. While it was no secret he be belonged to the House of the Fountain, actually seeing the remade belrog-slayer made an impression. Still smiling, Erestor ushered the star-struck peredhel into his rooms and closed the door with a click. For a moment the two just stood and looked at each other, expressions of wonder on their faces, both felt they had stepped into their dreams.

Elladan move first, reaching out to trace Erestor’s pectoral muscles. The Noldo shivered, letting his eyes fall closed. Although Elladan had had numerous lovers, never had he wanted to explore one with such reverence. He splayed his finger, letting his other hand join the quest. They caressed every inch of exposed skin, brushing hardened nipples. Again, Erestor shivered. The advisor opened his eyes and looked lustily at his companion. Elladan’s head dipped down and he lapped at a dusky nub. Erestor gasped when the warm tongue left a cool wet trail across his chest as the other nipple was suckled. Stepping back, Erestor took Elladan’s hands and led his desire to the bedroom. There was no way after all these centuries that Erestor was going to make love to Elladan anywhere but in the soft comfort of *his* bed. Coming to a stop, he turned to the peredhel.

“If we proceed, it will be for eternity. I am too old for a mere romp. I know my heart and it desires you mind, body, and soul.” Erestor said with conviction. “If you are uncertain, we stop now and I will court you properly.”

“I have wasted enough time!” Elladan said with a growl. “I, too, know my heart and it-and my body-want you now and forever.” As if to prove his point, the younger elf stripped off his tunic.

Erestor looked at the beautiful chest with hungry eyes. Stepping closer, he said in a husky voice, “I would know and taste every inch of you, penneth.” Not waiting for a response, he trailed kisses along Elladan’s collarbone. While his lips tasted Elladan’s neck, the advisor’s hands undid the laced of his leggings. The garment dropped to the floor before Elladan registered it. Instinctively, he stepped out of them, leaving himself bared to his lover’s hungry mouth. Erestor gave a gentle push, encouraging Elladan to lie back on the bed. The former heir to Imladris lay back on the soft bedding and scooted towards the center. He watched as Erestor now hovered above him like a great wild cat, hungry for its prey. Elladan’s heart began to race and his breath came in ragged gasps as Erestor began to feast on the peredhel.

First, it was the junction between the shoulder and neck. Nips and bites cause shivers of desire. Then a talented tongue lapped at the now hardened nipples; heat began to pool in Elladan’s loins. Gentle kisses trailed down the sternum. Never had anyone delivered such delicious torture to Elladan’s body. He did not think he could control the passion that now threatened to overcome him. Still Erestor continued his ministrations with slow deliberate licks. Lower and lower the raven head moved. Elladan’s member throbbed and leaked in anticipation. Each gasp and moan spurred the elder elf on. After waiting and dreaming of all the things he wanted to do to the body now writhing below him, Erestor was determined to take his time and do it all.

“Saes!” Elladan pleaded, “I can take no more. I need…Ahhhh!!!” His words fled his mind as a warm mouth took in his erect member. Elladan arched off the bed at the sheer pleasure. Erestor took control by pinning his lover’s hips to the bed as he licked and sucked the velvet rod.

“Aye, you are divine,” Erestor mused as he nuzzled the twin sacs. Elladan’s hands clawed at the comforter.

“And you are wicked,” Elladan hissed in replay, “Find some oil and take me. I can take no more of your teasing!”

“Oh, but you will, penneth,” Erestor said just before taking Elladan’s member into his mouth again. He breathed deep his lover’s musky sent and his ancient body responded. He wanted to plunge into the wanton body, but no matter how many lovers Elladan had had, he still would need to be prepared; Erestor refused to hurt his love. Pulling himself away from the treasure below him, he reached into a night table drawer. He chucked as Elladan cursed and begged him to hurry. Finally finding the small vial, Erestor stood and waited until he had Elladan’s attention. “Do you like what you see?” He said coyly as he dropped his leggings.

Elladan licked his lips at the sight. He knew what lay beneath Erestor’s robes on a normal day, but never had he seen the older elf in a state of desire. The advisor’s ridged member hung heavy with his desire. A small pearl of pre-cum beaded on its head. Elladan had to taste it. Moving swiftly, he sat up and rolled to all fours, his tongue darting out to taste the creamy nectar. It happened so fast that Erestor nearly stumbled back in surprise.

Elladan looked up at his lover with a cheeky grin. “Aye, I like what I see,” he said, “and what I taste.” He kneeled on the edge of the bed and pulled Erestor to him. They shared a heated kiss that left them both wanting. Elladan lay back again in silent invitation. Erestor joined him, carefully uncorking the bottle.

“Are you sure?” Erestor asked one last time.
“I am sure melethron.” Elladan bent his legs and opened them wide. He looked so erotic that Erestor nearly spent himself. Quickly oiling his fingers, Erestor leaned down and kissed the swollen member as he slid the first finger beyond the guardian muscle. Elladan willed his body to relax and accept what his lover gave. Erestor added one and then another digit, stretching and probing until he hit the target. Elladan cried out in pleasure and pushed back seeking the sensation again.

Erestor chuckled, “Impatient are we?”

“I have spent myself in dreams more times than there are stars in the heavens! I am ready. Saes, claim me.” Elladan panted. He tried to control himself; he wanted to come with Erestor not before.

Erestor took pity on the wanton creature and positioned himself. He looked deep into Elladan’s stormy eyes one last time. Seeing no doubt, Erestor kissed his soul mate and pressed forward. His lips muffled the gasp that escaped Elladan when he was breached. Giving the young one a chance to adjust, Erestor felt his arms quiver. Dropping on to his elbows, he began to thrust. Never had anything felt so perfect. He began to move in earnest, Elladan meeting each thrust. The lovers moved in harmony, their voices blended with words of love and devotion until the point of ecstasy. Crying out each other’s name as unimaginable pleasure ripped through their bodies, the two collapsed in an exhausted heap. Erestor pulled out gently and slid to his lover’s side as Elladan pulled him into a protective embrace.

After a few moments of silence, Erestor spoke softly, “Now I would know how my dreams have come true. How is it you are here?”

Elladan stroked the raven hair as he thought of all that had happened since Erestor sailed. Taking a deep breath he began, “I thought you and Gildor were lovers and would bind. Therefore, when I realized Elrohir was going to make his choice, I decided if I could not be with you, I did not want an eternity alone, separated from my brother. Therefore, I decided I would choose as he did. To be certain our choice was the same I simple said that my brothers words were as my own. Námo then proclaimed I was bound by Elrohir’s words. I assumed I knew what Elrohir said; I never asked him there after. When you were,” his breath hitched and he tightened his grip on his lover, “when you sailed, I learned from Gildor that you and he were not in love…He told me the secret you hid. I was devastated for I had chosen the doom of man and could not follow you no matter how much my fëa cried out for you. As I began to fall into despair, Elrohir came to me. He asked me about my choice. I explained I chose as he did; it was the first time we spoke of it. Elrohir then told me his choice. Elrohir said he wanted to be counted among the race of his soul mate, the woman he married. I realize the truth of the matter; he let love choose his race and inadvertently so did I. Erestor you are my only love and my fëa needs you to be whole. My love for you sealed my fate long ago; heaven knows why it took me so long to see it.”

The End