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chapter 12
Title: The Fell Winter (12/?)
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Lindir/Galuvaeron(OMC)
Rating: NC-17 eventually.
Disclaimer: Not mine, except for the cats. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything else. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Warning: AU. Complete disregard for canon, JRRT’s timelines (although the years of The Fell Winter are accurate), and the fact that only the Peredhil of Elrond’s lineage got to choose between human and elf. Lots of fluff.
Timeline: The Fell Winter, T.A. 2911-2912
Beta: Patricia/Slayer9649. Thank you Gwathel.
Summary: Middle-earth is in the middle of the harshest winter ever known, and Erestor is suffering from the cold. A small child and a golden warrior warm his heart.
And yes, my Lindir is a Noldo and has dark hair.
//in here be thoughts//
Chapter 12
Erestor gave Glorfindel and the elflings several minutes together after everyone had left before he joined them on the floor. “Come to bed, all of you,” he said softly.
Glorfindel looked at Erestor with eyes full of sadness, but nodded. “Come, little ones. We will put on our nightclothes and then get warm in bed so we can talk.”
~~~*~~~
Lindir rested with his head on Galuvaeron’s chest. He loved the tall elf’s scent; the sweet-smelling wood burning in the fireplace was but a faint copy compared to it. The healer’s scent was a combination of fresh-smelling pine and the heady aroma of sandalwood. And if that wasn’t enough, Vaeron was just so comfortable. It felt like he had been made to fit in the larger healer’s arms. It would have been all too relaxing…if it wasn’t for the desire that was filling him for the first time in centuries. It wasn’t that he’d never had any interest in a relationship before, but his work kept him more than occupied, and besides, he’d just never known anyone before that interested him as Vaeron did. And interest him Vaeron did – with more than just a passing fancy. With the wisdom of his long years and the innate knowledge of the heart that came easily to his people, he knew Galuvaeron was his heart’s desire. Visions of having this strong elf beside him for the rest of his days, of falling asleep and waking in his arms, flooded his mind. The time had finally come, and in the blink of an eye he decided. He had lived too long not to go after what he desired. After all, it was not known for an elf to err in matters of the heart.
Galuvaeron gently stroked Lindir’s dark hair, relishing the silky softness under his fingers. The seneschal smelled of soothing lavender – a scent that the healer had always loved. Lindir fit so well in his arms – like he belonged there. How he longed to tell the smaller elf how he felt, and how he had fallen in love with him the first moment he had seen him. His heart had skipped and he had forgotten to breathe, and he knew in that instant that Lindir was the only elf he would ever give his heart to. Meeting Lindir had made him realize how much he was missing in his life – he longed for someone to hold and to love, someone to care for. In the short time he had been in Imladris, he realized just how lonely he was without a mate – and the only elf he wanted for that role was Lindir.
“You are so comfortable,” Lindir whispered. “And you smell so good – like the forest just after a spring rain.”
“I was just thinking the same thing about you.” Galuvaeron said quietly, still stroking Lindir’s hair. “You smell like a field of blossoming lavender on a spring’s day.” //And you feel so good in my arms. Just as if you were made for them. I never want to let you go, my sweet Lindir. I want so much to tell you how much I love you, but I am afraid you would think me forward. It has been too many long centuries since someone made me feel half of what you do.// He rested his cheek against Lindir’s soft hair.
“Vaeron, may I ask you something?” Lindir’s voice was muffled against the strong chest.
“Of course you may. You may ask me anything.”
“How old are you?”
“I am over three thousand years old, Lindir. Why do you ask?”
“Because I am nearing four thousand, and I have just decided that I am too old for the games of the young.” Lifting his head, Lindir looked into the healer’s eyes, and said softly, “You are the most generous and caring soul I have ever known, and I am in love with you.” He held his breath waiting for Vaeron’s reply.
Galuvaeron’s heart thumped so hard he was certain that Lindir, resting against his chest, could feel it. Reaching out to stroke the seneschal’s cheek softly, he said, “Surely I have been blessed by the Valar, for I have loved you since the first moment I gazed upon your beautiful face.”
Lindir’s smile nearly lit the darkened room and he leaned his face into the hand that now lay against his cheek, still gazing into Galuvaeron’s sparkling grey eyes. “Then perhaps you will not mind if I kiss you,” he whispered, pulling the healer’s head down to make good on his words.
If they had stopped to consider it, both elves would have been amazed. There was no hesitation, no unskilled fumbling of mouths and hands. There was no self-conscious awkwardness, no embarrassing clanking of teeth. Their mouths simply met in a fluid tantalizing symphony.
~~~*~~~
Late into the night, Glorfindel and the elflings talked, the elder elf telling of his life in Gondolin with his younger brother, and the elflings of their life on their farm with their parents.
Glorfindel came to see that theirs had been a happy home, and it was evident that Anaro had loved his wife passionately, as she had loved him. Even as she continued to age and threads of grey had crept into her dark hair, he had still loved her as much as he had in the bloom of her youth – or perhaps he had even loved her more. His brother had met his wife when he had stopped to rest in the town she lived in whilst journeying to the Havens, and there his journey had ended until they had left to build their farm.
“I will not see my brother again on these shores,” Glorfindel said quietly, “but in the two of you he yet lives. Melveldir, you have his gift of music, his strength, and his gentleness. Little Riniel, in your eyes I see that same gentleness and strength, along with his gift of discernment.” Both elflings were on his lap and he sat next to Erestor in the bed, all of them covered with warm blankets and leaning against pillows. “Your mother must indeed have been most fair and good, for the two of you are beautiful with her dark hair and eyes. I love you with your father’s love, not only for him but because you are beautiful and good inside. You both have your father’s sweetness and goodness, and your lights shine brightly.”
“Uncle, will we all be together - you and Erestor and Rin and me?” Melveldir asked. He loved Glorfindel, but he did not want to leave Erestor. Erestor was special. “Will we still be Erestor’s elflings too?”
In his heart, Erestor knew what Glorfindel’s answer would be, but he could not suppress a feeling of anxiousness while they waited for the golden elf’s answer. He couldn’t bear losing the elflings now – not after they had stolen his heart. Not after his long-dreamed of family was within his grasp. But he wanted Glorfindel too – even more than he wanted the elflings. Lifting his eyes to Glorfindel, he waited breathlessly.
Glorfindel’s eyes met Erestor’s, and he read the hope within them. Smiling softly at the councilor he said, “If Erestor will have me, it is my dearest wish for all of us to be together. You will be Erestor’s elflings, and mine, and we will be a family.”
Erestor smiled and his eyes shone with unshed tears. “I will have you, Glorfindel, most gladly. And we will be a family.”
Riniel giggled and wrapped her little hands in Glorfindel’s hair. “You love Erestor, Uncle,” she whispered, “and he loves you too. When you marry Erestor, he will be our uncle too, and he won’t be lonely anymore because he will have all of us.”
Erestor blushed and Glorfindel let out a laugh. “Did I not say that she had her father’s gift for discernment, Erestor?” He smiled down at Riniel as she grinned up at him and stroked her soft hair. Looking up to Erestor he caught the other elf’s eyes with his own and when he spoke, sincerity replaced his earlier laughter. “Erestor, you know that I love you. As great as my desire is for both of us to be uncles to my brother’s children, my love for you is greater still. Were they not here, know that the question would be the same. Will you bind with me and be my mate?”
Erestor’s heart flipped and he drew a deep breath. “Were they not here,” he answered quietly, “know that my answer would be the same, Glorfindel. As much as I love Rin and Vel, my love for you is greater still. In you I have found the part of my soul that was missing. I will bind with you and be your mate.”
Melveldir grinned and moved from Glorfindel’s lap to Erestor’s. Wrapping his arms around the councilor and burying his head against Erestor’s chest, he said, “Good. I love you, Eres... I mean Uncle Erestor.”
Erestor wrapped his arms around the elfling and kissed the top of his head. “I love you too, Vel,” he whispered. Smiling up at Glorfindel, he thought Uncle Erestor was the nicest name he had ever been called. Seeing how exhausted Glorfindel looked, he said, “I think it is time for all of us to rest. You have talked long, and your uncle is weary. His day has not been an easy one.”
“I am indeed weary,” Glorfindel said, leaning his head back against a pillow and closing his eyes. Almost as if speaking to himself, he continued, “My mind is in shreds and calling me to rest, and I do not think my heart could bear another thing, unless it is all of you telling me you love me and bidding me sweet dreams. I have been frightened nearly out of my wits, and felt grief such as I never hope to feel again. But I have also had the greatest joy in knowing that I have found my soul mate and discovered my brother’s children.” Opening his eyes again, he lifted his head and gathered the other three into his arms. “My heart has been broken,” he whispered, his eyes sparkling with unshed tears, “and you have all mended it. I love you all so very much.” Glorfindel’s next words were softly sighed, and they filled the hearts of Erestor and the elflings with joy. “My family.”
Glorfindel’s wish was fulfilled as they all snuggled down together to sleep. The last thing he felt was the sweet touch of Erestor’s lips upon his own, and the last words he heard as reverie overtook him were “I love you” and “sweet dreams”.
Tbc…
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Lindir/Galuvaeron(OMC)
Rating: NC-17 eventually.
Disclaimer: Not mine, except for the cats. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything else. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Warning: AU. Complete disregard for canon, JRRT’s timelines (although the years of The Fell Winter are accurate), and the fact that only the Peredhil of Elrond’s lineage got to choose between human and elf. Lots of fluff.
Timeline: The Fell Winter, T.A. 2911-2912
Beta: Patricia/Slayer9649. Thank you Gwathel.
Summary: Middle-earth is in the middle of the harshest winter ever known, and Erestor is suffering from the cold. A small child and a golden warrior warm his heart.
And yes, my Lindir is a Noldo and has dark hair.
//in here be thoughts//
Chapter 12
Erestor gave Glorfindel and the elflings several minutes together after everyone had left before he joined them on the floor. “Come to bed, all of you,” he said softly.
Glorfindel looked at Erestor with eyes full of sadness, but nodded. “Come, little ones. We will put on our nightclothes and then get warm in bed so we can talk.”
~~~*~~~
Lindir rested with his head on Galuvaeron’s chest. He loved the tall elf’s scent; the sweet-smelling wood burning in the fireplace was but a faint copy compared to it. The healer’s scent was a combination of fresh-smelling pine and the heady aroma of sandalwood. And if that wasn’t enough, Vaeron was just so comfortable. It felt like he had been made to fit in the larger healer’s arms. It would have been all too relaxing…if it wasn’t for the desire that was filling him for the first time in centuries. It wasn’t that he’d never had any interest in a relationship before, but his work kept him more than occupied, and besides, he’d just never known anyone before that interested him as Vaeron did. And interest him Vaeron did – with more than just a passing fancy. With the wisdom of his long years and the innate knowledge of the heart that came easily to his people, he knew Galuvaeron was his heart’s desire. Visions of having this strong elf beside him for the rest of his days, of falling asleep and waking in his arms, flooded his mind. The time had finally come, and in the blink of an eye he decided. He had lived too long not to go after what he desired. After all, it was not known for an elf to err in matters of the heart.
Galuvaeron gently stroked Lindir’s dark hair, relishing the silky softness under his fingers. The seneschal smelled of soothing lavender – a scent that the healer had always loved. Lindir fit so well in his arms – like he belonged there. How he longed to tell the smaller elf how he felt, and how he had fallen in love with him the first moment he had seen him. His heart had skipped and he had forgotten to breathe, and he knew in that instant that Lindir was the only elf he would ever give his heart to. Meeting Lindir had made him realize how much he was missing in his life – he longed for someone to hold and to love, someone to care for. In the short time he had been in Imladris, he realized just how lonely he was without a mate – and the only elf he wanted for that role was Lindir.
“You are so comfortable,” Lindir whispered. “And you smell so good – like the forest just after a spring rain.”
“I was just thinking the same thing about you.” Galuvaeron said quietly, still stroking Lindir’s hair. “You smell like a field of blossoming lavender on a spring’s day.” //And you feel so good in my arms. Just as if you were made for them. I never want to let you go, my sweet Lindir. I want so much to tell you how much I love you, but I am afraid you would think me forward. It has been too many long centuries since someone made me feel half of what you do.// He rested his cheek against Lindir’s soft hair.
“Vaeron, may I ask you something?” Lindir’s voice was muffled against the strong chest.
“Of course you may. You may ask me anything.”
“How old are you?”
“I am over three thousand years old, Lindir. Why do you ask?”
“Because I am nearing four thousand, and I have just decided that I am too old for the games of the young.” Lifting his head, Lindir looked into the healer’s eyes, and said softly, “You are the most generous and caring soul I have ever known, and I am in love with you.” He held his breath waiting for Vaeron’s reply.
Galuvaeron’s heart thumped so hard he was certain that Lindir, resting against his chest, could feel it. Reaching out to stroke the seneschal’s cheek softly, he said, “Surely I have been blessed by the Valar, for I have loved you since the first moment I gazed upon your beautiful face.”
Lindir’s smile nearly lit the darkened room and he leaned his face into the hand that now lay against his cheek, still gazing into Galuvaeron’s sparkling grey eyes. “Then perhaps you will not mind if I kiss you,” he whispered, pulling the healer’s head down to make good on his words.
If they had stopped to consider it, both elves would have been amazed. There was no hesitation, no unskilled fumbling of mouths and hands. There was no self-conscious awkwardness, no embarrassing clanking of teeth. Their mouths simply met in a fluid tantalizing symphony.
~~~*~~~
Late into the night, Glorfindel and the elflings talked, the elder elf telling of his life in Gondolin with his younger brother, and the elflings of their life on their farm with their parents.
Glorfindel came to see that theirs had been a happy home, and it was evident that Anaro had loved his wife passionately, as she had loved him. Even as she continued to age and threads of grey had crept into her dark hair, he had still loved her as much as he had in the bloom of her youth – or perhaps he had even loved her more. His brother had met his wife when he had stopped to rest in the town she lived in whilst journeying to the Havens, and there his journey had ended until they had left to build their farm.
“I will not see my brother again on these shores,” Glorfindel said quietly, “but in the two of you he yet lives. Melveldir, you have his gift of music, his strength, and his gentleness. Little Riniel, in your eyes I see that same gentleness and strength, along with his gift of discernment.” Both elflings were on his lap and he sat next to Erestor in the bed, all of them covered with warm blankets and leaning against pillows. “Your mother must indeed have been most fair and good, for the two of you are beautiful with her dark hair and eyes. I love you with your father’s love, not only for him but because you are beautiful and good inside. You both have your father’s sweetness and goodness, and your lights shine brightly.”
“Uncle, will we all be together - you and Erestor and Rin and me?” Melveldir asked. He loved Glorfindel, but he did not want to leave Erestor. Erestor was special. “Will we still be Erestor’s elflings too?”
In his heart, Erestor knew what Glorfindel’s answer would be, but he could not suppress a feeling of anxiousness while they waited for the golden elf’s answer. He couldn’t bear losing the elflings now – not after they had stolen his heart. Not after his long-dreamed of family was within his grasp. But he wanted Glorfindel too – even more than he wanted the elflings. Lifting his eyes to Glorfindel, he waited breathlessly.
Glorfindel’s eyes met Erestor’s, and he read the hope within them. Smiling softly at the councilor he said, “If Erestor will have me, it is my dearest wish for all of us to be together. You will be Erestor’s elflings, and mine, and we will be a family.”
Erestor smiled and his eyes shone with unshed tears. “I will have you, Glorfindel, most gladly. And we will be a family.”
Riniel giggled and wrapped her little hands in Glorfindel’s hair. “You love Erestor, Uncle,” she whispered, “and he loves you too. When you marry Erestor, he will be our uncle too, and he won’t be lonely anymore because he will have all of us.”
Erestor blushed and Glorfindel let out a laugh. “Did I not say that she had her father’s gift for discernment, Erestor?” He smiled down at Riniel as she grinned up at him and stroked her soft hair. Looking up to Erestor he caught the other elf’s eyes with his own and when he spoke, sincerity replaced his earlier laughter. “Erestor, you know that I love you. As great as my desire is for both of us to be uncles to my brother’s children, my love for you is greater still. Were they not here, know that the question would be the same. Will you bind with me and be my mate?”
Erestor’s heart flipped and he drew a deep breath. “Were they not here,” he answered quietly, “know that my answer would be the same, Glorfindel. As much as I love Rin and Vel, my love for you is greater still. In you I have found the part of my soul that was missing. I will bind with you and be your mate.”
Melveldir grinned and moved from Glorfindel’s lap to Erestor’s. Wrapping his arms around the councilor and burying his head against Erestor’s chest, he said, “Good. I love you, Eres... I mean Uncle Erestor.”
Erestor wrapped his arms around the elfling and kissed the top of his head. “I love you too, Vel,” he whispered. Smiling up at Glorfindel, he thought Uncle Erestor was the nicest name he had ever been called. Seeing how exhausted Glorfindel looked, he said, “I think it is time for all of us to rest. You have talked long, and your uncle is weary. His day has not been an easy one.”
“I am indeed weary,” Glorfindel said, leaning his head back against a pillow and closing his eyes. Almost as if speaking to himself, he continued, “My mind is in shreds and calling me to rest, and I do not think my heart could bear another thing, unless it is all of you telling me you love me and bidding me sweet dreams. I have been frightened nearly out of my wits, and felt grief such as I never hope to feel again. But I have also had the greatest joy in knowing that I have found my soul mate and discovered my brother’s children.” Opening his eyes again, he lifted his head and gathered the other three into his arms. “My heart has been broken,” he whispered, his eyes sparkling with unshed tears, “and you have all mended it. I love you all so very much.” Glorfindel’s next words were softly sighed, and they filled the hearts of Erestor and the elflings with joy. “My family.”
Glorfindel’s wish was fulfilled as they all snuggled down together to sleep. The last thing he felt was the sweet touch of Erestor’s lips upon his own, and the last words he heard as reverie overtook him were “I love you” and “sweet dreams”.
Tbc…