Many Blessings

Title: Many Blessings (12/?)
Author: Janalynn27
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Haldir, Calanon/Lostariel, Elladan/Elrohir, Melpomaen/Sídhon, Lindir/Rúmil
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, Mpreg, Twincest, AU
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made.
Beta: Patricia Pleasant aka slayer9649, Thanks a bunch! Any other mistakes are of my making.
Summary: Blessings and love abound in Imladris. Sequel to Hidden Love.
Timeline: 2620 TA
Feedback: It is greatly appreciated
Author's note: When Erestor and Glorfindel are mindspeaking it is accentuated by 'dialogue'.


Chapter 12

“Sorry we are late. We were cornered by Galuwen in the hallway. She wanted to go over the details for tomorrow’s celebration,” Erestor said as he and Melpomaen entered Elrond’s private dining chamber to find that everyone was present already.

Rúmil smiled brightly when he saw Melpomaen enter the room and immediately started over to him, “Ai (Ah), I was beginning to worry that I would not see your beautiful countenance, Melpomaen!”

Before Rúmil made it to Melpomaen, Erestor stood in front of his assistant and said, “Now you leave him be, Galadhel.”

Rúmil stopped and crossed his arms over his chest and asked, “And why are you protecting him from me? As if I would do anything to hurt him. I just wanted to give him a proper greeting is all.”

“Uh-huh, I remember you chasing after him during our last visit to Lórien. Take a hint, he is not interested!” Erestor said indignantly as he pulled Mel along with him towards the table.

Melpomaen had a beautiful blush gracing his cheeks and as he was pulled by Rúmil he gave a smirk to the incorrigible warrior which caused the Galadhel to narrow his eyes at him in a promise for retribution. Mel just shook his head and thought about his last visit to Lothlórien. That had been the first time he had met Rúmil, who instantly took it upon himself to flatter and chase him about, even though Mel had made it clear to him that he was not interested. Well, not interested would be a lie, for Rúmil was attractive but Mel was not one for casual dalliances and he had enough insecurities to never picture himself with a warrior, he was just a mousy scribe. Also, he was happy in Imladris, and was not going to leave for anything or anyone if he had anything to say about it. Erestor was the closest thing to family he had and now that he was going to have an Elfling, there was no way he was going to leave now.

The moment Master Erestor and the mysterious ellon (m. elf) entered the chamber, Sídhon had to continually to remind himself to breathe. He watched like a hawk, every nuance that the beautiful ellon, Melpomaen he heard Rúmil call him, made towards the warrior. For some reason Sídhon was drawn to him like he had never been before to another and it frightened him a bit.

Erestor walked to the table and smiled to Sídhon, “Sídhon, I would like to introduce you to Melpomaen, my assistant; Mel, this is Sídhon and his ion, Istuion. If for any reason that Glorfindel or I are unavailable, saes (please) feel free to ask Mel for anything that you may need,” Erestor said as he and Mel sat down.

Mel sat down across from Sídhon and his son and gave a shy smile towards the two and said softly, “Welcome to Imladris, it was very kind of you to come and help Erestor and Glorfindel.”

Sídhon smiled brightly, Melpomaen’s voice caused a stirring inside of him and he felt almost breathless. Taking a deep breath, he said, “Hannon le (Thank you).”

Melpomaen nodded and then turned to his left and said, “My Lady, it is so nice to see you again.”

Arwen smile and said, “Oh, Mel, it is so nice to see you, too. I have missed you and your stories. Istuion, I know how you love stories. Mel spends a couple days a week with the Elflings, teaching them about scribing and such. He also has story telling in the library in the evenings. I always enjoy them. He can bring a story alive like no other.”

Mel blushed and turned to greet Elladan and Elrohir as servants came and brought food to the table and everyone quieted as Elrond raised his glass and said, “I would like to welcome, once again, our guests and hope that they enjoy their stay in Imladris.”

After everyone drank to the toast, plates were filled and the meal started, everyone making small talk until Rúmil suddenly let out a yelp, “Ow!”

“Well, that is what you get for trying to play footsy with me,” Glorfindel said as he crossed his arms across his chest.

Erestor raised a brow at Rúmil and asked, “You had better stay away from my mate, Galadhel.”

“I was not aiming for Glorfindel’s foot!” Rúmil said in a huff as he leaned down, rubbing his shin.

“Stay away from poor Mel!” Erestor exclaimed.

Suddenly Arwen addressed the table, “Dearest Mel, I cannot keep quiet a moment longer! I know you wanted to keep it a secret for a while but I just cannot sit here and hold my tongue any longer.”

Everyone around the table frowned and finally Melpomaen found his voice and asked, “My Lady?”

Arwen smiled sweetly and leaned into Melpomaen, entwining her fingers with his and said, “You need not be shy. I want everyone to know, especially that gaping warrior over there,” she nodded towards Rúmil, who sat with a most stunned look upon his face.

Melpomaen looked about at everyone’s faces and then looked back into Arwen’s smiling face and stammered, “My Lady I…I do not know what you speak of.”

Arwen leaned in closer and placed her fingers to Mel’s lips, “Shh, it is all right,” and looking to Elrond, she said, “Ada (Daddy), I have asked Mel if I could court him and after some persistence on my part, he has agreed.”

“Daughter, is this true?” Elrond asked, hardly believing it.

Arwen smiled even more and said, “Yes, Ada, and I am so happy!”

To say that all who were present were shocked would be an understatement and there were a couple who doubted the Lady’s announcement, but wisely kept their tongue.

Sídhon watched as the poor scribe became impossibly red from embarrassment. This news saddened Sídhon for surely Melpomaen was taken and he mentally shook himself; he did not even know this ellon and yet, he felt drawn to him. He watched as Arwen fussed over the silent scribe and he almost laughed when he looked at Rúmil, who sat hunched in his chair, pouting like an Elfling.

As the meal came to a close, Melpomaen stood abruptly and bid everyone goodnight, hoping to escape as quickly as possible, but was waylaid by Arwen, “Oh, sweet Mel, will you walk me back to my chambers?”

Mel just nodded and stumbled alongside Arwen. As they neared Arwen’s chambers, Melpomaen slowed to a stop, “My Lady, what was all that about?” he asked.

Arwen turned to Mel and said, “Oh, do not worry, Mel, I just wanted to rescue you from Rúmil! We will only pretend to be courting until I can get that warrior occupied with someone else or until he leaves to go back home.”

“Occupied with someone else?” Mel asked, puzzled.

“Why, yes. I am going to play matchmaker,” she said, fairly bouncing up and down.

Mel sighed in relief, knowing that she would be busy with coming up with possible matches and schemes until her next words made him pale, “Oh, I know, I will find you both mates!” she said, grasping his hands in her excitement.

“But…but, My Lady. Surely you have better things to do than to worry about my love life,” he gasped, wondering how he got into this predicament.

“Oh, Mel, you are a dear meldir (m. friend), and you of all people deserve to be loved! It is no trouble at all!” Arwen said as she hugged him tightly.

Melpomaen’s mind raced, trying to come up with anything that would distract her from this and then said, “But, My Lady, you could not possibly find me anyone with Rúmil still pursuing me. You will need to find someone for him first.”

Arwen nodded, “Yes, you are right. I will make up a list of possible candidates tonight and start first thing in the morning. Once he is otherwise engaged, then I will put all my efforts on getting you a special someone!”

Mel tried his hardest to smile at her, knowing that he would need to elicit help from someone else, preferably Erestor, to find a way to get out of the web that was Arwen’s good intentions. “Very well, My Lady, I will bid you goodnight now.”

Arwen smiled and leaned in and kissed his cheek, “Mel, you can call me Arwen now. Anyways, we are supposed to be courting, it will seem strange if you address me so formally.”

Mel nodded and said, “I will see you on the morrow, Arwen.”

Mel waited until Arwen closed her chamber door and then turned and ran to his sanctuary, the library.

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Glorfindel and Erestor entered their chambers after they had bid a goodnight to Sídhon and Istuion. Glorfindel walked over and built up the waning fire as Erestor said, “Meleth nín (My love), I think I should check in on Mel. He seemed quite distraught as he left with Arwen. I do not know what that was all about, the whole courting business, but I am sure that it is not true.”

Glorfindel stood and walked over to Erestor, pulling him into a hug. He could feel how worried Erestor was about his assistant and said, “Yes, I think he could use someone to talk to. You and I both know how Arwen can get. She loves to mother hen everyone she cares about and it seems poor Mel is getting quite a dose of it right now.”

Erestor sighed, “Yes. Arwen means well but Melpomaen is so shy, he hates to be the center of attention, unless it is a room full of Elflings.”

Glorfindel chuckled, “Yes, he is great with Elflings. It is like he is a totally different person when he is around them.”

Erestor nodded and gave a quick kiss to Glorfindel’s lips and said, “Keep the bed warm for me, meleth, and do not fall asleep.”

Glorfindel laughed at Erestor’s order and patted his mate’s behind has he turned to head out the door, “Yes, hervenn (husband).”

Erestor quickly made his way to the library and entered the room, looking about at the dimly lit chamber. At this time of night, there were only a few low lit lamps and he picked one up as he took the stairs up to the upper level. Walking towards the back, he found Mel sitting in his favorite spot. Before a huge window, looking down into a garden filled with fruit trees and flowers, there were a few comfortable chairs, and Erestor found Mel hunched in one, staring out into the night’s sky. Sitting down, he said, “The stars are bright tonight. They are quite beautiful.”

Mel jumped, startled by Erestor’s appearance, “Erestor, what are you doing here? It is late, you should be resting!” Mel said worriedly.

Erestor reached out and placed a hand on his assistant’s arm, “Be still Mel, I am fine. I am with child, not made of glass. I came here to see how you are.”

Mel sighed and turned to look once more out the window, “Erestor, I did not know Arwen was going to say what she did. Now I do not know what I am going to do,” he said dejectedly.

Erestor watched Mel’s face as he asked, “I take it it is worse than the courting announcement?”

Mel’s shoulders slumped in defeat and he went on and told of his discussion with Arwen as he walked her to her chambers this evening. “I do not know what I am going to do. I have convinced her that nothing can be done about me until Rúmil is taken care of, but how long do you think that will last? You know Arwen, she will be shadowing me, I will be mortified, Erestor, she will try to set me up with who knows whom. I do not know if I will be able to survive it!”

Erestor placed his hand upon Mel’s shoulder and said, “I will help you, mellon nín. But do you not long for a mate of your own? I know that Arwen’s methods can be daunting, especially for someone as shy as you, but this may turn out to be a good thing in the end.”

Melpomaen looked down at his hands and said, “I will not deny that I am lonely sometimes, but who would want someone like me?”

“Melpomaen, what are you talking about? You are the kindest elf that I know. If anyone deserves someone, it is you!” Erestor exclaimed and then brought his voice back to normal, “You will find someone. I believe it.”

Mel took a deep breath and said, “Hannon le, mellon nín.”

Smiling, Erestor nodded, “Now, why do you not try to get some sleep. I will think on this tomorrow. I am sure you have nothing to worry about for a few days, besides, are you not scheduled to spend the day with the Elflings tomorrow?”

Melpomaen stood with Erestor and said, “Yes, I am. I suppose you are right, I should retire, the Elflings are always full of energy and if I am going to keep up with them, I need some rest.”

Erestor smiled, “Sounds good to me. Come and walk with me for a bit, you can keep me safe, for you know that I am delicate right now.”

Mel laughed at Erestor and said, “Yes, like I could protect you. I fear the roles would be reversed.”

Erestor looped his arm with Mel’s and as they walked out of the library said, “Ai, Mel, you do not give yourself enough credit.”

Feeling a bit better after talking with Mel, Erestor entered his bedchamber to find his mate lounging, naked on the bed. Slowly coming to a stop at the foot of the bed, he wrapped his hand around the bedpost and just stared lovingly at Glorfindel.

Glorfindel watched as desire sparked in Erestor’s eyes which caused him to lick his lips in anticipation. Slowly sitting up to kneel upon the bed, he said in a passion filled voice, “Hervenn, I do believe that you have too many clothes on.”

Erestor smiled coyly as he reached up and leisurely started to undo the clasps to his robe. As he slid the robe off his shoulders to let it fall to the floor, he walked to the side of the bed, never losing eye contact with his golden warrior. Erestor stood there for a few tension filled moments before he continued with his undressing, first kicking off his shoes, and then quickly pulling his tunic up and over his head. When he came to the lacings of his leggings, he was stalled by Glorfindel’s hands as they covered his.

“Here, let me help you with these,” Glorfindel said as he moved Erestor’s hands out of the way and pulled at the laces, releasing his mate’s heavy arousal from its captivity. Not able to resist the pull of Erestor’s scent, Glorfindel leaned forward and lapped at the skin of his melui’s (sweet’s) neck, smiling when it caused Erestor to tremble.

Erestor threw his head back and closed his eyes as his meleth’s assault on his skin continued with gentle nips at his collarbone and up the side of his neck to eventually take the tip of his ear into his mouth, causing him to let out a low purr. When his leggings were pushed passed his hips, he spread his legs so they could slide down to pool at his ankles. Desperate for his hervenn’s touch, he kicked them off and nearly fell into Glorfindel’s arms.

Glorfindel chuckled at his mate’s eagerness and pulled him onto the bed so he could lie atop his beautiful melui. Drawing on Erestor’s lips as if they were some decadent candies, he then pull back and breathed, “Mmmm, you taste so good, melui nín.”

Erestor smiled but had had enough with foreplay and he wrapped his fingers in Glorfindel’s golden mane. Pulling him down, he nipped at his mate’s collarbone, knowing that it was one of his pleasure spots and said, “I want you now, meleth. I want to feel you as you sheath yourself deep inside me. I want to feel you lose control and I want to hear you as you scream out your release as your seed fills me.”

It was Glorfindel’s turn to tremble and he growled as he captured Erestor’s lip in a passionate, open mouthed, tongues battling for dominance, kiss. Without breaking the kiss, Glorfindel reached under a pillow and pulled out a vial of oil. Deftly popping the cork, he poured oil onto his hand, not caring the mess he made. Quickly coating his arousal, he finally pulled back to look into his melui’s dark eyes as he slid into him, causing both of them to moan with the pleasure of it. “This is where I belong, inside you. You feel so tight, so incredible, as you grip me as if you never long to release me,” Glorfindel said as he pulled almost all the way out, only to push back in again.

Erestor arched his back as he wrapped his legs about Glorfindel’s waist and gasped, “Yes. I am yours. Mmmm hmmm….saes (please)…harder!”

Glorfindel leaned down and nipped at the corner of Erestor’s mouth before gently suckling his tongue. Grasping his mate’s hips firmly he set a punishing pace, slamming into him with almost a brutal force which only excited Erestor that much more.

Erestor met each forward thrust with one of his own, scoring Glorfindel’s back with his nails. Trying to hold onto the pleasure, he never the less felt the end drawing near and he hissed, “Touch me, I need to feel your hands upon me!”

Glorfindel was flying to the edge right along with his hervenn and he wrapped his fingers around his melui’s elfhood and with a few quick pulls they both were flung into a freefall, crying out each other’s names as the pleasure came crashing over them and through their bond, causing it to ripple into itself, drawing the pleasure out until both of them were completely breathless.

When Glorfindel slumped on top of him, Erestor wrapped his arms and legs around his meleth with what strength he had left, purring in his contentment. When they were both able to move once more, and after a few dozen loving kisses, Glorfindel retrieved a bowl of warm water and a cloth. Gently cleaning both of them, Glorfindel then lay back down onto the bed and sighed as Erestor climbed on top of him under the covers. Kissing his mate’s brow he said, “Gerich veleth nín, melui nín (I love you, my sweet).”

Erestor smiled and mumbled, “And I you, meleth (love),” as he fell into reverie.

TBC