Finding Hope

Chapter 12

After Orome left him, Turidon finally left the woods and returned to Melpomaen’s rooms. No, their rooms now, he reminded himself. He had his Melpomaen, his gift from the Valar. Orome had told him this as well. He and Mel were meant to be together. He was not a kinslayer, and was not banned from Valinor. And Thalahir was healing in Mandos’ Halls, and one day would be reborn. His heart felt lighter than it had in a long while.

He and Melpomaen had bound themselves to each other only a few days ago. He remembered the night of their binding and every night since in vivid detail. They were the most wonderful nights of his long life, but had been overshadowed by the fear in the back of his mind that he was not good enough, he was too old, and one day he would have to be parted from his little Mel. But now he could give himself freely. The fear was gone, and he smiled.

He found Melpomaen waiting for him in their rooms. The small elf flew into his husband’s arms. “Where were you, my love? I couldn’t find you and I was worried.”

“I was walking in the woods. Mel, my darling, come sit with me. I want to tell you what happened.” They sat in Mel’s favorite place, on the rugs in front of the fireplace, and Turidon told him of all of his fears, and how Orome had come and explained everything to him.

“Oh, Tur, I would never have sailed without you. Did you think I would? I could never have left without you. I will remain with you forever, wherever you are.” Mel held Turidon’s face in his small hands. “Once before I told you this; I was born for you alone, my love, only for you.”

“Aye, my darling Mel, I know that now,” Turidon whispered against Melpomaen’s lips, before kissing him passionately. When they finally broke apart for breath, he whispered, “And now I can love you freely, for my fear is gone. You are mine, my love, and I am yours, and I am so very happy.”

“Then come show me what it is like to be loved by my free, unafraid husband, my love.” Melpomaen grinned.

Turidon laughed, then picked the little elf up in his arms and twirled him around the room before depositing his laughing and giggling lover on their bed. He quickly stripped, and then gently removed Melpomaen’s clothing, every so often stopping to kiss or nibble a shoulder or a nipple or a soft side, saying, “This is mine, and this is mine, and oh, this is mine.” He kissed the firm abdomen before slowing removing Melpomaen’s leggings. He grinned up at his little love. “And this is mine,” he said before drawing his tongue from the base to the tip of his husband’s engorged member. Melpomaen groaned. He moved back up over Mel and kissed him soundly.

“Sweetheart, will you do something for me?” Turidon asked.

“Anything, my love,” Mel answered, wrapping his arms around his lover.

Turidon rolled them over and settled Melpomaen between his legs. “Will you make love to me tonight, beloved?”

Mel’s eyes opened wide. “I have never…I mean I don’t know how….I mean, Oh, Tur. Oh, I want to, my love, but I’ve never made love to anyone and I am afraid I will disappoint you.”

Turidon smiled softly and stroked Melpomaen’s hair. “You would never disappoint me, my darling. Whatever you do and however you do it, it will be wonderful.” He pulled Mel up for a kiss. “I have a confession to make, love,” he whispered. “I know it may be hard to believe because I am so old, but I have never…I mean no one has ever…I mean you would be the first,” he said shyly.

“Truly, love?”

Turidon nodded. “I want to give myself to you. I want to know what it’s like to feel…to feel what you feel. To surrender myself to you. Please, love?” He had never allowed anyone to love him the way he was asking Melpomaen to. He had never allowed anyone to take away his control. Until now.

Melpomaen nodded, then kissed his love passionately. If this was what Tur wanted, he would make his husband’s first time as special as he could. He remembered all the things Tur had done to him, and determined to replay them on Tur’s body. He moved his mouth to Turidon’s ear. After licking his way to the tip, he gently sucked on a pointed tip. Turidon moaned and the sound went straight to his groin. He lovingly kissed and lapped at the creamy neck, then moved down the muscled chest and licked at a nipple. Turidon arched up off the bed with a wail. Mel smiled as he sucked the nipple into his mouth and bit gently on the nub.

By the time Melpomaen reached his husband’s hard member and gently suckled on the tip, Turidon was writhing and moaning and begging for more. Turidon groaned when Mel’s mouth left him to reach for the oil.

Melpomaen thought he had never seen a more beautiful sight that his big warrior husband, undone and writhing beneath him, his dark hair loose and spread over the pillows. “I love you so much, Tur,” he whispered, stopping to give him a passionate kiss, which left them both breathless.

Turidon moaned as Mel’s tongue wrapped around his. “Oh, Mel,” he panted when the kiss finally ended, “I want….I want…I don’t know what I want. Just don’t stop, don’t stop.”

“I’ve only just gotten started, lover. I don’t intend to stop.” Melpomaen answered. Turidon drew his head down for another deep kiss. Mel eagerly complied and took control of the kiss, drawing Tur’s tongue into his mouth and sucking on it. Turidon groaned when Melpomaen released him, then groaned again as Mel once again started to kiss down his body.

Turidon arched his back up as Melpomaen took his hard member into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around the sensitive backside. And then a finger massaged around his entrance and gently pushed in.

Melpomaen was not prepared for Turidon to be so tight. For some reason, he had expected it to be easier. He withdrew his finger and released Tur’s member from his mouth, and said, “My love, you will tell me if I hurt you, won’t you?”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, you won’t hurt me. Just go slowly.”

Melpomaen swallowed hard. He was getting nervous about doing this. “I’m afraid, Tur. I’m afraid of hurting you.” He was letting Turidon down, and he really did want to make love to his husband. He wanted to return the pleasure Tur had given him. Tears started to fall from his eyes.

Turidon sat up and pulled Mel into his arms. “Don’t be afraid, my love. I want this. I love you so much. I want you to make love to me so much.” He kissed his lover gently and wiped the tears from his eyes. “Would you like me to help you? To talk you through it?”

Melpomaen nodded and hugged Turidon tightly. “I want to do this for you. I’m sorry I’m such a coward. I just love you so much, and I don’t know what I’m doing, and it scares me.” He buried his head in his husband’s shoulder.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. I’ll help you.” Turidon lifted Mel’s head from his shoulder and kissed him breathless. “Let me help you, my love.” He took the oil and coated his own fingers. His hands and fingers were larger, and maybe if he could stretch himself first, Mel wouldn’t be so afraid.

Melpomaen watched as Turidon coated his fingers and lay on his side, drawing one knee up to his chest, and inserted a finger into himself. He drew the finger in and out several times, then inserted two fingers. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen, and suddenly, he wanted to be the one doing it. He took the oil and poured it over his fingers.

“Put one of your fingers in next to mine, my love,” Turidon whispered, as he took Mel’s hand and moved it down.

If watching was erotic, feeling his finger in the tight channel nearly made him come. Mel moaned loudly as he moved his finger along side Turidon’s, then he added another finger and his husband withdrew his own. Laying atop Turidon’s side, he closed his eyes and moved his fingers in and out, scissoring them the way he had felt his lover do to him.

“Add another finger now, sweetheart, and move them in and out,” Tur told him. Mel removed his fingers, added more oil, and gently pushed all three fingers in. He moaned when he felt the muscles flutter around his fingers.

Tur pushed back on the fingers. Oh, it felt so good. “More…please, love…more,” he moaned, and Mel began to thrust his fingers in and out. “Bend your fingers towards the front for me now, sweetheart.” As Mel followed his instructions, he found that hidden spot. “Oh…again…do that again…please,” Turidon begged. Never had he felt anything more amazing. He cried out as Mel rubbed the hidden nerves again.

Melpomaen’s confidence returned as he saw the state his fingers had reduced his lover to.
“Are you ready for me now, my love? I want to be inside of you.” He gently pulled his fingers out.

“Aye, I want you now, sweetheart. Lie down on your back for me, and let me help you.” Melpomaen’s stature had nothing to do with the size of his endowment, and Turidon didn’t want him to be afraid of hurting him. He grabbed the oil again, and coated Mel’s shaft with it, running his hand down the length to spread the oil and making his lover arch into his hand. He straddled the smaller elf and reached back to guide his member, then slowly and carefully lowered himself onto his husband’s shaft.

Mel moaned as he felt himself engulfed in the tight heat. Nothing could have prepared him for this feeling.

Turidon closed his eyes and bit his lip to keep from crying out. He hadn’t expected it to hurt so much. He was a warrior, for Valar’s sake, and a large one. Aiya, his husband was big. When he had finally taken Mel all the way inside, he stopped, panting.

“Oh, my love, I’m so sorry,” Mel said, seeing the pain on his husband’s face.

Turidon opened his eyes, and smiled down at Melpomaen. “I am fine, sweetheart. Just give me a minute.” He lowered his head and kissed Mel lovingly. The pain was leaving, and he slowly raised himself and pushed down again, wailing in ecstasy as Mel’s member hit his prostate, driving any remaining pain away.

With a strength belied by his small figure, Mel rolled them over until Turidon was beneath him. Raising himself up, he began to thrust into the tight heat. He knew he had found the right angle when Tur moaned loudly and began to raise his hips and move with him. “Oh, Tur…so…good,” he said unsteadily. Turidon writhed and whimpered beneath him, giving himself totally over to his lover. Mel lowered his head and placed his lips on his husband’s. “I love...you,” he whispered, never stopping his thrusts.

Turidon wrapped his hands around Mel’s neck and kissed him greedily. “Oh, Mel, I never knew…I never knew,” he whispered, as tears of bliss began to roll down his face.

Mel knew he was close and his thrusts grew harder and wilder. He reached between them and grasped Turidon’s member and stroked it firmly. Turidon came, screaming Melpomaen’s name. Before the scream had ended, Mel came hard into his lover, wailing Turidon’s name, as the convulsing muscles pulled his climax from him. He collapsed on top of his beloved, and the two elves held each other tightly, panting and whispering words of love.

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In Caladir and Gurvelon’s rooms, the little girls were softly sung to sleep by their adas. The warrior and the scribe had just snuck into the sitting room, and were engaged in a passionate kiss, when the screams began. Caladir moaned and Gurvelon said, “I am going to be one frustrated elf!” as they ran to the girls.

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Erestor woke to a little hand shaking him and a voice whispering in his ear that said, “Ada, wake up, Ada.”

“What is it, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he whispered.

“I have to go to the bathroom, Ada, and you’re holding on to me too tight for me to get up,” Amdiriel whispered.

Erestor smiled at his precious little one as he unwound his arms from her and helped her get up. “Don’t forget to wash your hands when you’re done, sweetheart,” he whispered as she dashed to the bathroom.

“Erestor, what’s wrong?” Glorfindel asked, awakened by the whispering.

“Nothing, my love. Our daughter had to go to the bathroom.”

Glorfindel grinned as Erestor leaned back against the headboard, smiling. “What are you thinking of, beloved?” he asked.

“How very much I love being an Ada, my love,” Erestor answered. “Thank you for bringing us our elflings.” He leaned over and gave Glorfindel a kiss. “I love you, I love our elflings, and I love being an Ada.”

“As do I, beloved, as do I.”

Amdiriel ran back to the bed and crawled in between Erestor and her brother. “I washed my hands, Ada,” she said, as she snuggled back down in Erestor’s arms and went back to sleep.

Tbc…..