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chapter 13
Title: Erestor’s Gift (13/?)
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 13
When Erestor stirred and groaned, Glorfindel immediately left his chair and was at his beloved’s side in bed, stroking his soft, dark hair. Erestor turned, looked at Glorfindel with shock in his eyes, and let loose a sorrowful wail. He turned away from Glorfindel and sobbed loudly into his pillow.
Glorfindel pulled Erestor up into his arms and held him tightly against his chest. “Shhh, my love, it’s all right. Please do not cry so, love. It breaks my heart.”
“How can you…stand…to see me…after last night,” Erestor sobbed out into his lover’s shoulder. “I am nothing…but a…whore!”
“Nay, Erestor. You were beautiful. You showed me how much you loved me. Never a whore. You were like a….a loveable little kitten.”
“A cat in…heat!” Erestor cried so hard his words were nearly intelligible, and his whole body shook.
“Erestor, beloved, I need you to listen to me. What happened last night was not your fault. The twins gave you wine that contained an herb that is not good for elves. Both you and Melpomaen were drugged. We were very fortunate because you did not drink much of the wine. It was not your fault.”
Glorfindel’s words had no effect on Erestor. The miserable elf kept sobbing and wailing. “You will not love…me now. I even…bit you. I…hurt…you! I did not…mean to…hurt…you. I am so sorry…so sorry. I did not mean…to hurt you. I am so sorry. You hate...me now…I know you hate me. You do not… want to… marry…me now.” Erestor’s cries grew louder. “Don’t leave me, Glorfindel! I did not mean to hurt you!”
Erestor’s cries and sobs tore at Glorfindel’s heart. He took the miserable elf’s head between his hands and forced Erestor to look at him. “I love you, Erestor,” he said softly. “I will always love you. I want to marry you more than anything else in all of Arda. You did not hurt me. I love you. I love you so very much.” He dried Erestor’s face with his hands and kissed his lips, his eyes, and his cheeks, but the tears did not stop. “Elrond gave me some tea for you and said you must drink it, my love. Let me get it for you. Are you hungry?”
Erestor looked at Glorfindel mournfully and nodded. .
“You lie here and rest for a moment and I will bring you the tea and some food. When we have eaten we will take a nice hot bath together. Would you like that?”
Erestor sniffled and nodded. “Don’t leave me, Glorfindel,” he said hoarsely. “I am so sorry.”
Glorfindel was grateful that Erestor had at least stopped crying and sobbing so hard, even if his tears continued to fall. He realized that telling Erestor about the wine had had no effect on him, but reassuring him of his love did. He had to continue to reassure Erestor that he still loved him and still wanted to marry him then. “I love you, Erestor. I will always love you. Never doubt that. I will never leave you. I will be your husband and you will be mine very soon. Let me get your tea, my love. It will make you feel better.”
Erestor clung onto Glorfindel tightly. “Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me. I am so sorry. Don’t hate me. I cannot live without you, Glorfindel. Please don’t leave me.”
Glorfindel wrapped Erestor up in his arms and held him close. “I will never leave you, my sweet one. Never. I love you. You are my life, my love.” But he had to get that tea into Erestor. “Come, my love, let me hold you. I will carry you and hold you in my arms and we will have some of the tea. I will not let you go, Erestor. I will never let you go.” He wrapped Erestor in a blanket, picked him up, and walked with him in his arms to the table. Sitting in a chair with Erestor on his lap, he held the cup to the councilor’s mouth. “Drink, love.”
Erestor was thirsty, and emptied the cup. He lay in Glorfindel’s arms and rested his head on the warrior’s shoulder. “It’s good. I am hungry, Glorfindel. May I have something to eat?”
“Of course, my love.” Glorfindel reached for the tray and uncovered a bowl of sweetened porridge. He fed Erestor a few spoonfuls, then alternated it with fresh strawberries and sips of more tea until Erestor had finished everything and had finished three cups of tea. “Are you feeling a little better now, love?”
Erestor nodded. “Can we have a bath now, Glorfindel? You will stay with me, won’t you?”
“Aye, love. We will bathe together, and then you can rest some more. I will stay right beside you.” Glorfindel kissed Erestor’s brow, just as a knock came at the door.
“Glorfindel?” Arwen’s voice called from the hall. “Ada sent me to bring you some more food. May I come in?”
Glorfindel straightened Erestor’s blanket around the lithe elf and called to Arwen, “Aye, come in.”
Arwen carefully opened the door while holding the tray. “I have more tea for Erestor, Glorfindel, and regular tea for you. I will bring you anything that you need today, so no one will know of this.” She set the tray with the tea, bread, fruit and cheese on the table and took the old tray. I will be back in a couple of hours with more. If you tell me when you want to leave, I will have your horses brought to the front of the house so you do not have to go to the stables.” She paused, looking at Erestor, who was hiding his head against Glorfindel’s chest. “I am so sorry, Erestor,” she said quietly. “My brothers are sorry too. They said to tell you that they will accept any punishment you choose for them. I hope you give them a very stern one.”
Erestor did not reply, but nodded slightly against Glorfindel’s chest.
“Thank you, Arwen,” Glorfindel said. “Is Melpomaen still sleeping?”
“Aye. Ada said he would sleep for several hours more.”
Glorfindel nodded. “We will see you in a couple of hours. Thank you, Arwen, for everything.”
Arwen nodded, then left them, taking the old tray away.
“Do you want anything else to eat before our bath, love? Elrond said you would be very hungry.”
Erestor shook his head. “Just the bath right now. I feel….dirty.”
“I love you, Erestor,” Glorfindel said. He hoped his beloved was not feeling dirty because of what happened, but did not think it was a good idea to ask him. “I promise I will always love you and never leave you.” He kissed Erestor gently on his brow and eyes. “Come, love, let us have our bath.” He carried his lover into the bathroom and set him on a chair that stood against the wall. “Can you sit for a few moments while I fill the bathtub, love?”
Erestor nodded and lifted his sorrowful eyes to watch Glorfindel. If he couldn’t keep touching the elf he loved while he sat on his own, he didn’t want Glorfindel out of his sight.
Glorfindel opened the taps to fill the tub from the hot springs under the house, and added plenty of lavender oil, hoping the scent would help calm Erestor. He quickly undressed and went back to his beloved. Erestor was sitting looking at him, and tears rolled down his face again. “What is it, love?”
“Your back. I scratched you. I am so sorry, so sorry, Glorfindel.”
Glorfindel took the blanket away from Erestor and picked his up in his arms. “They are nothing. They do not hurt. And I loved what you were doing when you made them. Do your sides hurt where I bruised you, love? I’m sorry. I got a little carried away last night too. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Erestor blinked and wiped at his eyes. “You…didn’t hurt me. I…loved it when you…held on to me like that.”
It was a good thing the bathtub was large enough for ten elves. After Glorfindel stepped into it carrying Erestor, he was able to arrange the smaller elf so he was sitting comfortably crossways on his lap. Glorfindel could hold him in his arms and see his face. And it was a very comfortable position for kissing. “I love holding you. You are so precious to me, love.” He kissed Erestor’s eyelids gently. “I love your eyes.” He kissed the tip of his nose. “I love your nose.” He kissed his lips softly. “And I love your lips. I love kissing you.” He graced Erestor’s lips with another very soft kiss.
Tears sprang up in Erestor’s eyes again, and he wrapped his arms around Glorfindel’s neck and cried in earnest. “I…love…you….Glorfindel. I love…you…so much,” he sobbed out.
Glorfindel rocked Erestor gently. “Don’t cry, my sweet one. Please don’t cry. I love you…I love you…we are together, and everything is all right now.”
Erestor lifted his head and his tear filled eyes looked up at Glorfindel. “Would you…kiss me again, please?”
“Oh, my love, all of my kisses are only for you…all for you,” Glorfindel said, his lips touching Erestor’s. Softly and slowing he ran his tongue over Erestor’s soft lips before allowing it to slip inside.
Erestor moaned as Glorfindel’s tongue gently caressed his. It was the softest, most sensual, most beautiful kiss he had ever received.
Tbc….
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 13
When Erestor stirred and groaned, Glorfindel immediately left his chair and was at his beloved’s side in bed, stroking his soft, dark hair. Erestor turned, looked at Glorfindel with shock in his eyes, and let loose a sorrowful wail. He turned away from Glorfindel and sobbed loudly into his pillow.
Glorfindel pulled Erestor up into his arms and held him tightly against his chest. “Shhh, my love, it’s all right. Please do not cry so, love. It breaks my heart.”
“How can you…stand…to see me…after last night,” Erestor sobbed out into his lover’s shoulder. “I am nothing…but a…whore!”
“Nay, Erestor. You were beautiful. You showed me how much you loved me. Never a whore. You were like a….a loveable little kitten.”
“A cat in…heat!” Erestor cried so hard his words were nearly intelligible, and his whole body shook.
“Erestor, beloved, I need you to listen to me. What happened last night was not your fault. The twins gave you wine that contained an herb that is not good for elves. Both you and Melpomaen were drugged. We were very fortunate because you did not drink much of the wine. It was not your fault.”
Glorfindel’s words had no effect on Erestor. The miserable elf kept sobbing and wailing. “You will not love…me now. I even…bit you. I…hurt…you! I did not…mean to…hurt…you. I am so sorry…so sorry. I did not mean…to hurt you. I am so sorry. You hate...me now…I know you hate me. You do not… want to… marry…me now.” Erestor’s cries grew louder. “Don’t leave me, Glorfindel! I did not mean to hurt you!”
Erestor’s cries and sobs tore at Glorfindel’s heart. He took the miserable elf’s head between his hands and forced Erestor to look at him. “I love you, Erestor,” he said softly. “I will always love you. I want to marry you more than anything else in all of Arda. You did not hurt me. I love you. I love you so very much.” He dried Erestor’s face with his hands and kissed his lips, his eyes, and his cheeks, but the tears did not stop. “Elrond gave me some tea for you and said you must drink it, my love. Let me get it for you. Are you hungry?”
Erestor looked at Glorfindel mournfully and nodded. .
“You lie here and rest for a moment and I will bring you the tea and some food. When we have eaten we will take a nice hot bath together. Would you like that?”
Erestor sniffled and nodded. “Don’t leave me, Glorfindel,” he said hoarsely. “I am so sorry.”
Glorfindel was grateful that Erestor had at least stopped crying and sobbing so hard, even if his tears continued to fall. He realized that telling Erestor about the wine had had no effect on him, but reassuring him of his love did. He had to continue to reassure Erestor that he still loved him and still wanted to marry him then. “I love you, Erestor. I will always love you. Never doubt that. I will never leave you. I will be your husband and you will be mine very soon. Let me get your tea, my love. It will make you feel better.”
Erestor clung onto Glorfindel tightly. “Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me. I am so sorry. Don’t hate me. I cannot live without you, Glorfindel. Please don’t leave me.”
Glorfindel wrapped Erestor up in his arms and held him close. “I will never leave you, my sweet one. Never. I love you. You are my life, my love.” But he had to get that tea into Erestor. “Come, my love, let me hold you. I will carry you and hold you in my arms and we will have some of the tea. I will not let you go, Erestor. I will never let you go.” He wrapped Erestor in a blanket, picked him up, and walked with him in his arms to the table. Sitting in a chair with Erestor on his lap, he held the cup to the councilor’s mouth. “Drink, love.”
Erestor was thirsty, and emptied the cup. He lay in Glorfindel’s arms and rested his head on the warrior’s shoulder. “It’s good. I am hungry, Glorfindel. May I have something to eat?”
“Of course, my love.” Glorfindel reached for the tray and uncovered a bowl of sweetened porridge. He fed Erestor a few spoonfuls, then alternated it with fresh strawberries and sips of more tea until Erestor had finished everything and had finished three cups of tea. “Are you feeling a little better now, love?”
Erestor nodded. “Can we have a bath now, Glorfindel? You will stay with me, won’t you?”
“Aye, love. We will bathe together, and then you can rest some more. I will stay right beside you.” Glorfindel kissed Erestor’s brow, just as a knock came at the door.
“Glorfindel?” Arwen’s voice called from the hall. “Ada sent me to bring you some more food. May I come in?”
Glorfindel straightened Erestor’s blanket around the lithe elf and called to Arwen, “Aye, come in.”
Arwen carefully opened the door while holding the tray. “I have more tea for Erestor, Glorfindel, and regular tea for you. I will bring you anything that you need today, so no one will know of this.” She set the tray with the tea, bread, fruit and cheese on the table and took the old tray. I will be back in a couple of hours with more. If you tell me when you want to leave, I will have your horses brought to the front of the house so you do not have to go to the stables.” She paused, looking at Erestor, who was hiding his head against Glorfindel’s chest. “I am so sorry, Erestor,” she said quietly. “My brothers are sorry too. They said to tell you that they will accept any punishment you choose for them. I hope you give them a very stern one.”
Erestor did not reply, but nodded slightly against Glorfindel’s chest.
“Thank you, Arwen,” Glorfindel said. “Is Melpomaen still sleeping?”
“Aye. Ada said he would sleep for several hours more.”
Glorfindel nodded. “We will see you in a couple of hours. Thank you, Arwen, for everything.”
Arwen nodded, then left them, taking the old tray away.
“Do you want anything else to eat before our bath, love? Elrond said you would be very hungry.”
Erestor shook his head. “Just the bath right now. I feel….dirty.”
“I love you, Erestor,” Glorfindel said. He hoped his beloved was not feeling dirty because of what happened, but did not think it was a good idea to ask him. “I promise I will always love you and never leave you.” He kissed Erestor gently on his brow and eyes. “Come, love, let us have our bath.” He carried his lover into the bathroom and set him on a chair that stood against the wall. “Can you sit for a few moments while I fill the bathtub, love?”
Erestor nodded and lifted his sorrowful eyes to watch Glorfindel. If he couldn’t keep touching the elf he loved while he sat on his own, he didn’t want Glorfindel out of his sight.
Glorfindel opened the taps to fill the tub from the hot springs under the house, and added plenty of lavender oil, hoping the scent would help calm Erestor. He quickly undressed and went back to his beloved. Erestor was sitting looking at him, and tears rolled down his face again. “What is it, love?”
“Your back. I scratched you. I am so sorry, so sorry, Glorfindel.”
Glorfindel took the blanket away from Erestor and picked his up in his arms. “They are nothing. They do not hurt. And I loved what you were doing when you made them. Do your sides hurt where I bruised you, love? I’m sorry. I got a little carried away last night too. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Erestor blinked and wiped at his eyes. “You…didn’t hurt me. I…loved it when you…held on to me like that.”
It was a good thing the bathtub was large enough for ten elves. After Glorfindel stepped into it carrying Erestor, he was able to arrange the smaller elf so he was sitting comfortably crossways on his lap. Glorfindel could hold him in his arms and see his face. And it was a very comfortable position for kissing. “I love holding you. You are so precious to me, love.” He kissed Erestor’s eyelids gently. “I love your eyes.” He kissed the tip of his nose. “I love your nose.” He kissed his lips softly. “And I love your lips. I love kissing you.” He graced Erestor’s lips with another very soft kiss.
Tears sprang up in Erestor’s eyes again, and he wrapped his arms around Glorfindel’s neck and cried in earnest. “I…love…you….Glorfindel. I love…you…so much,” he sobbed out.
Glorfindel rocked Erestor gently. “Don’t cry, my sweet one. Please don’t cry. I love you…I love you…we are together, and everything is all right now.”
Erestor lifted his head and his tear filled eyes looked up at Glorfindel. “Would you…kiss me again, please?”
“Oh, my love, all of my kisses are only for you…all for you,” Glorfindel said, his lips touching Erestor’s. Softly and slowing he ran his tongue over Erestor’s soft lips before allowing it to slip inside.
Erestor moaned as Glorfindel’s tongue gently caressed his. It was the softest, most sensual, most beautiful kiss he had ever received.
Tbc….