Many Blessings

Title: Many Blessings (13/?)
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 13

Erestor was just leading Sídhon and Istuion down the steps into The Last Homely House’s courtyard when he heard his name called out. Turning, he smiled when he saw his mate approaching them, “Ai (Ah), Glor, have you finished with your meeting with Daugion already?” Erestor asked as he waited for Glorfindel to join them.

Glorfindel came to a stop next to Erestor and twined his fingers with his hervenn’s (husband’s) and looked to the two golden-haired ellyn (m. elves) saying, “Yes. I must apologize for not joining you for the morning meal. I had to catch up with my second in command. So, where are we going first?”

“That is all right Glorfindel, we know that you have your duties to perform,” Sídhon said with Istuion nodding in agreement.

Erestor smiled and said, “Well, I thought showing them the Weaver’s cottage would be best, since I am sure the Marketplace will take up most of our time.”

“That sounds like a wonderful idea. You can choose a loom while we are there and we can make arrangements for it to be delivered to your chambers so it will be there by this evening,” Glorfindel said as he started them on there way down the path that led to the Weaver’s cottage along with the Wood Smith’s and Blacksmith’s cottages.

As they walked, Sídhon and Istuion listened to Erestor and Glorfindel talk about Imladris and its history. Sídhon looked about him in awe at the beauty that was Imladris with the carved arches, the many waterfalls and the way that the various buildings were built around them. Pointing to the building to their left he asked, “Is that not The Last Homely House?”

Erestor nodded, “Yes, as you can see it is quite large. Tomorrow morning I will have to give you a tour. The Healing Halls are attached to The Last Homely House and the Weaver’s cottage is across from there. In fact, there it is,” Erestor said as he pointed to another beautiful building with arched doorways and windows.

Sídhon looked and was amazed that they called it a cottage for it was rather large and in fact boasted two stories with many windows to let in as much light as possible. Walking up the steps, he and Istuion followed their guides into the cottage and gazed around at the busy happenings going on inside. There were two great wooden chandeliers hanging down from the ceiling, set with glass lamps that were lit, and the walls were covered from floor to ceiling by tapestries of every kind.

Erestor walked over to an older adaneth (mortal woman) who sat at one of the bigger looms in the room, working on a tapestry. “Melinda, the tapestry is coming along quite nicely. How are you feeling today,” Erestor asked as he peered over her shoulder to look at the tapestry she was working on.

Sídhon walked over to look at the beautiful piece of artwork the older lady was working on and was astounded by its craftsmanship. It was a picture of the shore, the sea was crashing upon the rocks and it looked so lifelike, the colors woven intricately together and with such care.

Melinda smiled as she paused in her work, “Master Erestor, how nice to see you. I am doing much better now with the new tea that Healer Faelon has given me. And hannon le (thank you), I am quite pleased with my progress so far. I just may get this done by this winter,” she said as she noticed Sídhon looking at her tapestry.

“Melinda, may I introduce you to Sídhon, he is a fellow weaver. He is visiting us from Lothlórien,” Erestor motioned for Sídhon to step forward.

“It is nice to meet you, Lady Melinda. Your work here is truly masterful,” Sídhon said with a bow.

Melinda smiled, “Hannon le, and it is nice to meet you too, Master Sídhon.”

While the three talked about weaving and threads and such, Glorfindel looked over to Istuion and noticed that he looked somewhat bored, so he called out, “Sídhon, if it is all right with you, I would show Istuion the Wood Smith’s cottage if he is interested.”

Istuion ran over to his Adar (Father) and asked, “Oh saes (please), Ada (Daddy), can he? I will be good.”

Sídhon nodded, “If it is fine with Glorfindel.”

Glorfindel smiled and said, “We will be next door then. When you two are done, we will meet you outside. Come Istuion. Let us go see what Anthion, the wood smith, is making.”

By midmorning, after arrangements were made for a loom to be delivered to Sídhon’s chambers, the group headed towards the marketplace. All the way there, Istuion talked nonstop about what he saw in the wood smith’s cottage and showed his Ada the wooden sword that Anthion had given to him.

After reaching the marketplace, they managed to visit a few stalls, including the one that sold the beautiful threads and fabrics Erestor had told Sídhon about, before Istuion had complained about his empty stomach. The adults laughed but heartily agreed that it was well past the noon meal so Glorfindel led them to a stall that sold baked goods and other various food items and procured them something to eat.

Once Erestor made sure that they stopped by the next stall that sold sweets and after buying a peanut butter pie, he showed them to a nice shaded area where they could sit and enjoy their meal. As they were finishing the meat pies and cheese Glorfindel had bought them, Erestor drew out the pie and started cutting it into slices and handing them out. When he started eating right out of the pie plate, his three companions chuckled and he looked up and asked, “What?” and when they smiled and looked at the plate in his hand, Erestor arched his brow, “Hey, I am eating for two now.”

Glorfindel leaned over and kissed Erestor’s nose before he went back to eating his own piece of pie, “Yes, hervenn.”

After they were finished with their dessert they returned to their tour of the Marketplace until they came to the school area and found Melpomaen engaged in a game of kickball with a group of Elflings while others stood on the sidelines cheering them on. Joining the other spectators, they laughed as Mel was surrounded and tumbled to the ground by the Elflings.

Sídhon stared at Melpomaen, hardly believing how different he seemed. His laughter could be heard clearly as he rolled around with the Elflings who were trying their best to pile on top of him. Soon the other Elflings, that had previously been watching the game, joined in the fun and chaos broke out as friendly wrestling ensued. Feeling his hand being taken hold of, Sídhon looked down and saw his ion watching the others with envy.

When Melpomaen managed to get enough of the Elflings off his person so he could raise himself to his knees, he notice Erestor and the others watching him and he called out to the Elflings to cease and make their way back into the schoolhouse for more lessons. By the time he was done dusting himself off as best he could, he was joined by the others.

“I swear Mel, I think you have more fun than the Elflings do,” Erestor said as he arched his brow at the scribe.

Blushing Melpomaen answered, “Somehow I doubt that. They take every opportunity to crawl all over me. It is nice to see you all; how are you feeling today, Erestor?”

“My stomach is still giving me troubles in the morning but other than that I am doing fine. Glorfindel and I were just showing Sídhon and Istuion the Marketplace,” Erestor said as he reached out and picked a piece of grass from Melpomaen’s hair.

Mel reached up and touched his hair and blushed brighter when he realized that most of his braids had come undone and he said, “Hannon le. I hope you two are liking your stay, so far, here in Imladris.”

Sídhon nodded, “Yes, everyone here has been very kind and Imladris is quite beautiful,” he said, smiling as he watched the scribe trying to fix his braids as quickly as he could.

Erestor tsked as he stepped forward and batted Mel’s hands away, “Here, let me help you. You are only making it worse.”

Sídhon did not think that the scribe could possibly become redder but was soon proved wrong as Melpomaen lowered his hands and accepted Erestor’s help. Knowing that the scribe was extremely uncomfortable, Sídhon tried to make him feel more at ease by saying, “You were wonderful with the Elflings.”

Melpomaen smiled and he looked at Istuion who was looking towards the schoolhouse and he said, “Hannon le. If Istuion wants to and you do not mind, he could attend the rest of the afternoon with my students and me. Today is arts and crafts. I am sure that there is something that we could find that he would be interested in doing. Besides, I am sure he is anxious to meet others his age.”

Istuion smiled brightly and looked to his Adar who smiled at him in return, “I think that is a wonderful idea. I know he would much rather spend time with your students than us adults,” he said as he tucked a stray hair behind his ion’s ear.

By that time Erestor had finished with Melpomaen’s hair and the scribe said, “Perfect. Now, if you would excuse us, I should not leave my students alone for too long, they will have who knows what all over the schoolhouse.”

The adults chuckled and nodded in understanding and once Melpomaen and Istuion vanished inside the schoolhouse, they continued along with their tour of the Marketplace.

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Sídhon was enjoying himself, finding the elves in Imladris to be quite gracious and friendly. After a wonderful feast held in his and his ion’s honor, many had gathered there, in the Hall of Fire, for dancing, drinking, and games.

The music was wonderful and the minstrel, Lindir, whom he had been introduced to earlier, was a true master of both voice and instrument. The dance floor was crowded as a lively tune filled the Hall. Sídhon smiled as he saw Glorfindel twirl Erestor around the dance floor and when he saw Lady Arwen dancing with yet another partner, he frowned and looked over to the corner near the balcony where Melpomaen was sitting alone and looking as if he would rather be anywhere other than there.

As the song came to an end, Erestor and Glorfindel, out of breath, grabbed a drink before sitting once more with Sídhon. After Erestor took a sip of his drink he noticed the frown upon Sídhon’s face and followed his gaze to where Mel sat. Curious as to why Sídhon seemed so interested in his meldir (m. friend), he asked, “Sídhon, is something wrong?”

Sídhon quickly looked to Erestor and his cheeks became pink from getting caught staring at the scribe. Knowing it would be rude not to answer, he said, “I was just wondering why your assistant is sitting alone while Lady Arwen is dancing. Are they not courting?”

Erestor kept his face relaxed but inside he was both surprised and happy with Sídhon’s words. His tone was concerned, as if he truly cared that Mel was sitting alone and maybe upset that Arwen was dancing with others. Suddenly an idea came to Erestor but he would have to proceed carefully for he did not know Sídhon that well and did not know even if he had someone back in Lórien that he had been involved with.

Leaning closer to Sídhon, so he could speak without being overheard by others, he asked, “Can I trust in your secrecy?” and when Sídhon nodded Erestor smiled and put a relieved look upon his face as he continued, “I am at a loss to how to help my meldir. The whole courting relationship between Lady Arwen and Mel is false. That was something she came up with on the spot, thinking to help Melpomaen with Rúmil. As I am sure you have noticed, Mel is quite shy. He was beside himself when Arwen made that announcement yesterday. But now it is even worse,” and that was when Erestor paused with a sigh as he looked at Melpomaen.

Sídhon was shocked but he was also happy; Melpomaen was not in love with Lady Arwen, it was all a ruse. Anxious to hear the rest he asked, “What else is wrong, Erestor? Has this announcement caused grief for Melpomaen, did he care for someone that this has affected?”

Erestor smiled on the inside but shook his head, “No, he does not care for someone right now, but Arwen has taken it upon herself to find Rúmil someone so he will look to Mel no longer. But she has also stated that she is going to find a mate for Melpomaen as well. This has truly upset him. He is too kind to tell Arwen flat out that he does not want her to do this and he knows that she is thinking she is helping him. He has asked for my help but I am not too sure if even I can outwit Arwen when she is on a mission. Maybe you could help,” Erestor said as if the thought just came to him.

Sídhon blinked and then asked incredulously, “Me? But how could I help?”

“Well, we could keep Melpomaen busy. He seemed quite taken with Istuion. Between work I could give him and maybe tutoring your ion, he would be too busy to have Arwen parade him about. Even she knows that one must do their duty,” Erestor said.

Sídhon looked to where Melpomaen was sitting still and said, “To tell you the truth, Istuion would not be quiet when we returned to our chambers earlier. He seems quite taken with Melpomaen. I myself find him nice and he is wonderful with the Elflings. I am sure Istuion would be thrilled to have Melpomaen as his teacher,” looking back at Erestor he continued, “This would definitely prevent Arwen from setting Melpomaen up with any ellith (f. pl. elf).”

Erestor shook his head, “Oh, Mel prefers ellyn (m. pl. elf), but yes, it should save him, at least for awhile.”

Melpomaen preferred ellyn, than why did he refuse Rúmil, him being a strong warrior and quite appealing? And then it dawned on Sídhon, with the scribe being so shy, any forward advances towards him would scare him off. No, Melpomaen was too precious, too uncertain of himself; he needed to be handled with patience and care. Something Sídhon was quite good at.

“If Melpomaen does not like crowds and with the whole thing about Lady Arwen’s matchmaking scheme, then why is he here in the Hall of Fire?” Sídhon asked, not liking the idea that Mel was sitting all alone and feeling uncomfortable.

Erestor sat back and said, “Since he is my assistant he feels it is his duty to stay for awhile since this night is to honor you. He would consider it rude if he did not attend.”

Sídhon sighed, “He need not stay on my account. I do not like the thought of him being so uncomfortable because of me.”

Erestor replied, “Why do you not go tell him about what I said, about him tutoring Istuion. Then you could tell him that he does not need to stay any longer.”

Sídhon nodded, excited but nervous to speak to the scribe. “Well then, if you will excuse me,” he said as he stood and made his way to Melpomaen.

Melpomaen was startled when Sídhon suddenly appeared and asked if he could sit. After he gave him permission he waited for the Lórien ellon to start talking but when he did not, he glanced at him. When still he did not speak he asked, “Is there anything I can do for you, Master Sídhon?”

Sídhon shook himself. Here he had come to converse with the scribe and now that he was here he found that he was at a loss for words. “Saes, just call me Sídhon. I just came over to tell you how much you have impressed yourself with my ion. I was also worried that you were sitting here all alone. Surely after today, you feel tired. I would think you would have retired early,” Sídhon said.

Melpomaen smiled, feeling strangely at ease around this silver-haired ellon. “Istuion is a wonderful Elfling. You have raised him well. I believe he will have many friends in no time at all. It is tiring playing with the Elflings all day but I thought it would be rude if I did not at least stay for a short while this evening,” he said as he looked out at the dance floor.

“Hannon le, Istuion really makes it easy; he has never given me too much trouble. He is a lot like his Daeradar (Grandfather), very mature for his age. If you would like to retire now, I completely understand. I myself am getting tired. But before you go I must mention that Erestor has told me about what really is going on between you and Lady Arwen,” Sídhon paused when Mel looked to him askance, “You need not worry. He just told me so I may be of some assistance. He thought that, if we were to keep you busy, then Lady Arwen would not be able to set you up with anyone. Erestor suggested that you teach Istuion and I thought it a great idea. That is, if you are all right with it?” he finished.

Melpomaen had been extremely uncomfortable when he found out that Erestor had told Sídhon, but now he realized that he could trust the Lórien ellon and he really did like his ion. Taking a deep breath, “I would be honored to teach your ion. You two will have to fill me in on what he was learning so I do not repeat something that he already knows.”

Glorfindel had been quiet the whole time while his hervenn had plotted, enjoying his mate’s sly tongue. Finally after they both had watched Sídhon and Mel sit and speak for a few minutes, he reached over and took Erestor’s hand in his and said, “Hervenn, you are so devious and I love it.”

Erestor smiled as he looked to Glorfindel and asked, “Do you not think they would make a wonderful couple?”

Glorfindel saw the joy in his hervenn’s eyes, he fairly glowed, and suddenly desire took hold of him. When Erestor sucked in a breath and his eyes darkened, Glorfindel knew that he felt it and the next moment, he found himself being led out of the Hall of Fire. ‘Melui, we did not say goodnight to Sídhon,’ Glorfindel spoke to Erestor through their bond, not trusting his voice at the moment.

Erestor shivered as he felt his mate’s passion ripple through him and he knew that he could not make it to their chambers, so he made use of a nearby storage closest, pushing Glorfindel in before closing the door, draping them in darkness. They stood still for nearly a minute; only their heavy breathing could be heard as desire wound itself through their veins when suddenly Erestor pounced, tearing at Glorfindel’s clothing.

Just then, two ellyn were passing by in the hallway and they stopped when they heard a crash come from the storage closet. They looked at each other, puzzled, and made to investigate the noise when out of nowhere, Fallon appeared, blocking their path. Confused at first, but then it dawned on them that if Fallon was protecting the closest, then it had to be Erestor that was in there. Laughing and shaking their heads, they proceeded down the hallway.

“I did not think that Erestor was so adventurous,” a dark-haired ellon said to his companion.

“Me neither, but can you blame him, what with Glorfindel as his mate?” the other replied.

This made the first ellon stop and arch his brow, “Should I be jealous, melethron?” the dark-haired ellon asked.

His companion shook his head and was about to say that there was nothing to worry about when they heard the Slayer let out a loud moan and instead of answering he grasped the other’s hand and started tugging him along and then up the stairs, taking two at a time.

“Why such a rush, brother?” Elladan asked, out of breath, not from their fast pace, but the knowledge of what was going to happen once they got to their chambers.

Elrohir did not respond, only quickened his pace. When they entered their chambers, he pushed his twin up against the door and nipped Elladan’s lower lip before he plunged his tongue into his brother’s mouth, growling at the taste of him. Without breaking the kiss, Elrohir walked backward towards the bed and then fell upon it, rolling them so he lay on top of his brother.

Elladan was drowning in desire, Elrohir’s tongue causing little flames to ignite as he kissed his way from his lips to his neck, sucking on his skin, leaving a mark. Sitting up just enough so his brother could help him draw his tunic up and over his head, he was pushed back down onto the bed as Elrohir caught a nipple between his teeth, laving it with his tongue while his fingers pinched and rubbed its twin.

Elrohir needed his brother, needed to feel his possession so he urged Elladan to kick off his boots and he quickly divested his twin of his leggings. Letting his eyes rove over his melethron’s burgeoning arousal, he could not help the moan that slipped past his lips. Not wasting any time, Elrohir had himself free of his clothing and he rolled them once more so his twin was lying on top of him. “Take me brother, I want to feel you inside me,” Elrohir panted.

It was usually Elrohir doing the taking and Elladan growled as he claimed his brother’s lips in a fervent kiss. Kissing and nipping his way down Elrohir’s body, he licked the dewy drops that beaded at the tip of his cock before taking him all the way into his mouth. Relaxing his throat, Elladan swallowed as Elrohir’s shaft hit the back of his throat, causing his twin to hiss from the sensations that action sent through his body. Bobbing his head up and down, Elladan tasted his brother, bringing him to a fevered pitch before he captured his lips once more. Elladan reached under one of the pillows and after grasping the vial of oil hidden underneath it, he took his brother back into his mouth as he poured oil onto his fingers.

Elrohir raised his knees so they rested against his chest and he gasped, “Saes, I need you now!”

Elladan knew that Elrohir liked to be taken without much preparation but he could never find it in himself to hurt his twin more than was necessary. So after slipping a finger inside his brother’s tight channel and making sure that is was coated well with oil, he rubbed his own arousal with oil and knelt between Elrohir’s legs. Staring in his twin’s eyes, Elladan slowly pushed passed the tight ring and inch by inch, he entered Elrohir until he was fully sheathed. Elladan fought to keep still, letting his brother’s body adjust to his girth, both their chests heaving from the pleasure and pain of their joining. When finally he felt Elrohir’s muscles relax and accept him, he pulled out nearly all the way before sliding back in again.

Elrohir was too lost in his desire to let Elladan take him slowly, so he wrapped his legs around his twin’s waist and arched up, taking Elladan even deeper into his body. When his brother thrust in once more, he cried out as his prostrate was stroked and he pulled Elladan down for a ravishing kiss.

Elladan was lost when he heard his brother cry out and he broke the kiss as he grasped Elrohir’s hips and start plunging into him with abandon. Aiming true, he brushed his melethron’s hidden bundle of nerves with every thrust and soon nails were biting into his skin as Elrohir urged him to go faster. When he saw his brother grasp his own hardened shaft, Elladan growled, “Mine!”

Elrohir dug his heels into Elladan’s back as his twin tightened his fist around his cock, stroking it, bringing his passion to new heights until he cried out and spilt his milky essence over his melethron’s hand and onto his own chest.

As Elrohir’s muscles tightened around his shaft almost painfully, his own climax was drawn from him, filling his brother with his seed. Collapsing on top of Elrohir, Elladan and he clutched to one another in the aftermath of their lovemaking and reveled in their bond that was ever stronger with the coming together of their bodies.

TBC