Erestor's Gift

My apologies for taking so long with this update. Whoever would have thought a toothache and getting a tooth extracted would make me not write for a week and a half!

Title: Erestor’s Gift (12/?)
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Melpomaen
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Warning: None, except for fluff.
Beta: Lady Mirfain
Summary: Erestor is sure Glorfindel forgot his begetting day, and Elrond meddles.
Author’s Note: Not a part of my usual Erestor/Glorfindel universe.

Chapter 12

Erestor and Glorfindel managed to get bathed and dressed in time for dinner. If Elrond had not been announcing his bonding with Melpomaen, they might have been tempted to dine privately in their rooms. If they failed to attend, however, someone might interpret it as a lack of support for the marriage. Arriving in the dining hall before Elrond and Mel, the Chief Councilor and the Seneschal took their places at the table, joining Elrond’s children and Lindir.

It wasn’t long before the newly bonded pair entered together. Elrond led Melpomaen to his new place beside him, and began to speak. “My friends, I have an announcement to make this evening.” The chatter in the room stopped and all eyes turned to their lord. The twins and Arwen quietly rose and surrounded their father and his husband, demonstrating their support.

A nervous Melpomaen stood blushing, eyes focused on the floor. Arwen stood next to him. Unseen behind his elaborate robes and her gown, she took her new Ada’s hand and squeezed it gently. “Look up and smile, Ada Mel,” she whispered so no one else could hear. “Put your eyes on Ada.”

Melpomaen looked up at her and smiled gently, squeezed her hand back, then looked at Elrond. Focusing on his mate, he gained control of his fears and nervousness.

Elrond’s throat constricted and his eyes glistened as he smiled at his children, touched by their action. Clearing his throat, he began again. “Not all of you know that when my dearly loved wife, Celebrian, left these shores, she requested of me that I take a new mate - someone to stand by my side in the times to come. In the many years since she left, there has only been one who has ever touched my heart.” Elrond pulled Mel closer to him and wrapped an arm around his waist. “I hope you will wish much joy to me and my newly bonded mate, Melpomaen. Tonight I name him a lord of Imladris, and would have him take his rightful place beside me.”

Every elf in the hall stood as a sign of their respect and approval, and the room erupted in cheers and applause. Elladan took a circlet from where it had been hidden in his robes. Made of mithril, its gentle curves and swirls closely mirrored Elrond’s. Stepping in front of the softly blushing elf, he placed it on Melpomaen’s brow.

“Now you look like a real lord, Ada Mel,” Arwen whispered, kissing Melpomaen on the cheek. After giving both of her fathers a quick embrace, she returned to her place along with her brothers.

Elrond took Mel’s hands into his own and kissed him chastely to renewed cheers. “You see, my heart? They love you as I do,” he whispered.

When Elrond and Mel took their seats, the rest of the elves did the same. Elrond signaled for the servants to begin serving. “Well, everyone seems to approve,” he said.

“Indeed,” Erestor said, smiling. “Most of us have watched the two of you for years, thinking what a fine couple you would make. I am so happy for you both, my friends.”

“Thank you, Erestor,” Elrond replied, then he laughed. “It seems we were both being silly elves.” Leaning over he kissed Melpomaen again.

After dinner, there was singing and dancing in the Hall of Fire. Glorfindel and Erestor stood together watching as Elrond and Melpomaen danced together. Erestor rested his back again Glorfindel’s chest and sighed happily.

“Are you happy, my love?” Glorfindel asked, wrapping an arm around Erestor’s waist.

“I am. For all of us. Will you dance with me, Glorfindel?” Erestor asked.

“I was wondering if you were ever going to ask me. I thought I would be a wallflower tonight,” Glorfindel said, turning Erestor around in his arms and dancing them out onto the floor.

Erestor chuckled. “Do you know, I have heard that men and women do not dance close together as elves do. It is said only their hands touch, and they take prancing little steps together. What is the use of dancing if you cannot be in your partner’s arms?” Erestor rested his head against Glorfindel’s shoulder.

“What use indeed. Erestor?”

Erestor lifted his head and looked up at Glorfindel.

“Perfect,” Glorfindel whispered, lowering his head and kissing Erestor softly. When the music ended, he asked, “Do you think we can retire now, love? I want you all to myself.”

“Then come, my love,” Erestor smiled.

As they were leaving, a servant motioned to Glorfindel, indicating he wished to speak to him. “Wait a moment, love,” Glorfindel said. “I will be right back.”

Elladan brought the councilor a glass of wine to sip as he waited, and Erestor watched as Glorfindel spoke to the servant, then went to Elrond for a brief talk. When he returned, Erestor set his unfinished wine on a table for the servants to dispose of. He hadn’t really cared for it, and had only taken a few swallows. As they were walking back to their rooms, Erestor asked, “What was that about?”

“Your surprise,” Glorfindel grinned. “Ask me no more, Erestor. I will not tell you yet.”

Erestor pouted.

Glorfindel laughed. “That will get you nothing but this, Erestor,” he said, and pulling Erestor into a doorway kissed him passionately. “You are adorable when you pout. Do it for me again,” he whispered as he caressed Erestor’s cheek and ear with a hand.

“How can I pout when you are doing that, my love?” Erestor whispered back as he pulled Glorfindel’s head down for another kiss.

The kiss left them both panting for more, and they hurried the rest of the way to their rooms. The door had barely shut behind them before they were in each other’s arms, mouths fastened together and fingers deftly opening clasps and buttons.

“Your bed,” Glorfindel panted, as their robes dropped to the floor. “We made a mess of mine this afternoon.”

Erestor wrapped his arms around Glorfindel’s neck and pulled the golden head down for another kiss. As the warrior lifted him up, Erestor wrapped his legs around Glorfindel’s waist. Carried to his room, their kiss grew more passionate until his tongue thrust deeply into Glorfindel’s sweetness.

Glorfindel laid his precious burden on the bed and covered Erestor’s body with his own, grinding their hard members together. “Erestor…Erestor…you inflame me,” he groaned. His hands clutched at Erestor’s sides and his hips pounded their groins together. “I want you….want you…want you.” Growling he lifted himself to align their weeping shafts. Wrapping his hand around them, he stroked them together. The soft moans coming from Erestor were driving him wild. He had never wanted anything or anyone as much as he wanted Erestor. “I want to drive myself into you and feel your hot, tight channel clench around me. I want to watch you become totally undone as I make love to you until all you can do is writhe beneath me and scream my name. I want to take you, over and over again, burying myself deep inside you. You *will* be mine.”

Erestor wrapped his legs tightly around Glorfindel and his fingers were buried in the golden mane. His beloved had never been so forceful, so passionate, and he reveled in Glorfindel’s strength and the feel of him covering his body. He would probably have a bruise or two on his sides where Glorfindel had gripped him, but they would fade quickly. The words the warrior spoke were full of want and need and raw passion, and Erestor released a whimper as Glorfindel’s large and powerful hand stroked their lengths.

Glorfindel groaned in response to Erestor’s whimper. He captured Erestor’s mouth in a deep kiss, tongues curling around each other, as his stroking became harder and faster.

Their mouths tore apart as lightening flashed through their bodies and they came, crying out the other’s name, over and over again.

Minutes later Glorfindel held Erestor, who still trembled occasionally in the aftermath of his climax. He ran his hand lightly over the councilor’s side, shaken to see bruises from his hands. “Erestor,” he whispered, “did I hurt you, beloved? I…am so sorry…I…I don’t know what came over me…I have loved you for so long...I love you so much. Please, speak to me, love. Are you all right?”

Erestor held on to Glorfindel tightly and purred softly as another delicious shiver flowed through his body. “You did not hurt me, love,” he finally managed to say in a soft voice, his head still buried in Glorfindel’s chest. “Feels so good. I love how strong and powerful you are.” Another shiver coursed though his limbs and he gave another throaty purr. “Oh…that feels so good, Glorfindel. What did you do to make me feel like this?”

Glorfindel held his trembling lover, relieved and awed at Erestor’s response. “I do not know, my love. Tell me what it feels like?” he said quietly.

“I can still feel you touching me…your hand around us. Your erection so hard against mine. I can almost feel you inside of me.” Erestor cried out as a tremendous flash ran through his body, shaking him to the core. “Lightening….feels like lightening! I want you now!” he screamed, grinding his groin into Glorfindel’s. Another shiver ran through him and he whimpered with bliss, pressing his whole body length into Glorfindel’s.

Glorfindel could feel Erestor’s hardened member against his hip. How could Erestor be so hard already? How could that be so soon after they had both found their completion? As he wrapped his hand around it and gently stroked, Erestor released a keening wail, thrusting wildly into Glorfindel’s hand. “Erestor, my love, how is this possible?”

Erestor’s answer was to clutch at Glorfindel and seek his lips for a deep kiss, thrusting his tongue deeply into his golden warrior’s depths. The councilor’s long fingers clawed at Glorfindel’s back, leaving red scratches. In a matter of moments Erestor spilled his seed over Glorfindel’s hand, and then it started all over again. Erestor whimpered, wailed and screamed, trembling and pressing against Glorfindel. His teeth bit into the warrior’s neck and he begged again to be taken.

Glorfindel was beside himself, unable to do anything but to try and satisfy Erestor as gently as possible. Taking him was not an option; this was neither Imladris’ stately councilor nor his seductive little imp, and he knew it was not what “his” Erestor wanted. When Erestor finally passed out after his fourth orgasm, Glorfindel was in a near panic. After making sure that the councilor was breathing normally, but deeply asleep, Glorfindel finally gave in to his worry, shedding quiet tears and holding his beloved one close in his arms.

Throughout the remainder of the long night, Glorfindel watched and worried, waiting for the dawn when he could seek out Elrond.

When the sky finally began to lighten, Glorfindel carefully left Erestor’s bed and hurried to his own room to quickly wash and dress, then set out for Elrond’s quarters. As he neared his lord’s door, he could clearly hear Elrond’s angry voice.

“You two are old enough to have known better! Have you no idea of the danger of what you did?”

After a few moments filled with low mumbles he could not decipher, Elrond continued. “You gave it to Erestor as well? Oh, Valar! Who else did you give it to?”

Glorfindel was closer to the room now and could hear one of the twins answering. “No one else, Ada. Just Melpomaen and Erestor.”

Glorfindel pounded on the door, then opened it without waiting for a reply. Elladan and Elrohir were standing, heads bowed, in front of their father. “What did you do to Erestor?” he said angrily.

The twins started as Glorfindel advanced on them, his hands at his side formed into fists. Taking a step back, they looked anxiously at their father.

Elrond stood in front of the twins and motioned for Glorfindel to wait. No matter how angry he was these two were still his sons.

“Erestor only had a few sips, Ada,” Elladan said. “He left his glass almost full.”

“You are most fortunate for that,” Elrond answered. “Leave us now. I will speak to Glorfindel. You two had better pray I heal fast. For each day I am unable to ride, you will spend one month mucking out the stables. And that is only *my* punishment. You will still have to hear what Glorfindel’s will be, and you may also expect to receive a punishment from Mel and Erestor. Now get out of my sight before I let Glorfindel have at you!”

The twins nearly ran from the room, shutting the door behind them. “We deserve the punishments we will receive,” Elrohir said quietly as they walked down the hall. “We could have really hurt them.”

Elladan nodded. “We have hurt them enough with what they will go through when they wake up.”

“Ada’s right. We’re old enough to know better. We have to stop playing pranks, ‘Dan. It has to stop here.”

“Aye,” Elladan said firmly. “We stop here.”

The rest of Imladris would not notice it for several months, but the day had finally come when Elladan and Elrohir reached their true majority.

Back in Elrond’s rooms, Glorfindel paced as Elrond explained what the twins had done by spiking wine served to Melpomaen and Erestor with a rare herb.

“We use the herb in very small quantities to help revive men who are near dying. It is never given to elves because the effect is quite different. In elves, it stimulates sexual desire. The amount that Melpomaen drank was excessive. Fortunately, Erestor did not consume much.”

“Valar, Elrond! You should have seen Erestor! And that was a small amount?” Glorfindel said, shaking his head. “Dear Elbereth, what did you go through with Mel, then?”

Elrond cleared his throat. “Well….let us just say I find it difficult to sit at the moment, and I will not be taking my horse out riding for several days.” He suddenly grinned, and whispered conspiratorially to Glorfindel, “You should have seen Mel. He was magnificent! I actually rather enjoyed most of it.”

Glorfindel snorted at his lord. “I believe I can imagine what happened if Erestor was any indication. Four times, Elrond! I was nearly going crazy! How many times did Melpomaen…hmmm….”

“Would you believe seven? Thank the Valar he did not last long each time or I think I would be dead by now,” Elrond replied, sobering. “But that is not the worst of it, Glorfindel. The herb has an unusual effect as it wears off. Mel and Erestor will experience sadness and depression. Both will feel guilt and regret at what happened. I am sorry to say they will remember everything. That is going to be the hardest for us. Luckily, it should only last a day in Mel’s case, and a few hours in Erestor’s.”

“I know what punishment I want for the twins. They will spend two hours a day working with the healers until they know every single herb in our stores, what its usages and dosages are, and whether it is for men or elves,” Glorfindel said firmly.

“Aye, I agree,” Elrond replied. “I will see it done.” He went to a cupboard and mixed several herbs in a vessel, then placed them in a pouch. Handing it to Glorfindel he said, “Make a tea of these, and have Erestor drink as much as he can. It will help him recover. He will most likely be very hungry as well. I will have a servant deliver some food and hot water for the tea to your rooms.”

Glorfindel took the herbs, nodding his thanks. “I had better return to Erestor. I do not want him to awake alone.”

“Just remember, it will be over for you in a few hours. Take Erestor away from here when he recovers. I think what you have planned for him will help complete his recovery. Mel will probably not awaken until near evening, then we will have another day or two until he is completely recovered. When you return in a few days, I will take him away for a little while.”

“Thank you, Elrond. I will do that. We will return by the fifth day. Is that soon enough?”

“Aye, that will be perfect. By then we should both feel like traveling. Remember, I cannot ride yet.”

Glorfindel returned to Erestor’s rooms, where he found the councilor still asleep. He began to gather the items they would need to take with them. He wanted to take Erestor away as soon as the worst was over, and it would be better to pack while Erestor was still sleeping. He pulled out clothing from his wardrobe and Erestor’s, selected several books they would both like, retrieved their favorite bath oils and soaps, and got Erestor’s small chess set they used when they traveled. Everything else they would require was already at his small cabin, hidden away in a dense forest on the banks of the Bruinen.

A servant brought a tray of food and a kettle of hot water to place over the fire. Glorfindel brewed a cup of tea for Erestor to have it ready, then sat in a chair next to the bed, watching Erestor and waiting. Erestor had been beautiful last night in his passion. It was not the “real” Erestor, but it was beautiful nonetheless. Even though Glorfindel had been convinced of the “wrongness” of Erestor’s actions, it was still wonderful, and he had enjoyed most of it tremendously. He only hoped that his beloved would not be too upset to see the scratches he had made on Glorfindel’s back and the bite marks on his neck and shoulders.

Tbc....