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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
25
Views:
3,220
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part Thirteen
Part Thirteen:
The day was drawing to a close and Erestor had retired to his rooms. He knew that the dining rooms would be filling up by now, he had heard the bell announcing the dinner hour, but he could not bring himself to rise and make an appearance. He knew that Elrond would not be pleased that his chief councilor was not present at the feast, mingling with the distinguished guest that were visiting from all over middle earth. Erestor knew however that he could not put on a happy face and pretend that all was right in his world.
The incident with Galdor the night before had given him much to think about, and he was doing some very deep soul searching. Currently he was seated on the balcony looking over the valley that had been his home for the last few thousand years, but his thought were thousand of miles away in another time.
He could pinpoint the exact moment when his life had changed. He had been a happy, carefree child. Everyone who grew up in the Hidden Valley of Gondolin had been. They were protected from the outside world and felt that nothing could touch them. As a child of one of the minor lords of Gondolin he had had a comfortable life if not extravagant like the children of the larger houses. That had all changed when he meet the lord of one of the wealthiest houses in the city.
Erestor had caught Glorfindel’s eye at the market the day after his majority and his whole world had changed. Glorfindel was a self-proclaimed bachelor for life, and being one of the oldest elves in Gondolin many started to believe his statement might hold true. When he set eyes on Erestor however all his declaration of remaining unattached flew out the window, and he knew no matter what it took he would make Erestor his forever.
Suddenly Erestor was being showered with extravagant gifts, and he was swept off his feet but the charm and exuberant character that was Glorfindel. Their courtship was the talk of Gondolin, more often that not the two would be seen together, strolling in the gardens of the House of the Golden Flower, or having dinner with Erestor’s family. They were thrilled that Erestor had made such a good match and often hinted that a binding might be in the near future for their only son and the golden lord.
Their differences made them the perfect couple; the shy, quite youth soaked up everything his love would say. Glorfindel taught Erestor how to play chess and soon Erestor was winning every game. He taught Erestor about the running of a large house and soon relied on him for advice and ideas on how to improve things.
Erestor also brought a new meaning to Glorfindel’s life and a twinkle to his eye. Glorfindel could be seen laughing a lot more often with Erestor around. He had a new spring in his steep.
When Glorfindel asked Erestor to bond with him the younger elf did not hesitate for a second before flinging himself on Glorfindel’s lap and giving him a very heated kiss as his answer. If not for the risk of a servant entering the room and Glorfindel’s respect for Erestor’s virtue of course, they would have bonded right then and there.
The year of their betrothal seemed to both fly and crawl for the two lovers. Erestor had come out of his shell more and more and Glorfindel had a hard time denying his young husband to be. He would try to get Glorfindel alone as often as he could, but the golden lord stayed true to his promise to Erestor’s father that he would not claim his son until their wedding night.
Before they knew it the Gates of Summer were drawing close and their wedding day was upon them. Glorfindel had spared no expense to give Erestor the wedding of his dreams. Half the city was invited. The king had officiated, and when Erestor had spoken the words that would bind them together for all eternity Glorfindel thought he could burst with happiness.
Finally the time had come that Glorfindel and Erestor could retire to their suit in the house of the Golden Flower. As soon as the door was shut behind him Glorfindel was pushed up against it and his little dark haired husband stood on his tip-toes to latch his mouth to his new mate’s. How they reached the bed neither of them ever knew, but the bliss they felt when their bodies were finally joined was worth the wait. Glorfindel moved inside his husband setting a steady rhythm, and Erestor meet him thrust for thrust any shyness long gone. When they finally came it was like nothing either of them has ever experienced.
As they lay together after wrapped in each others arms, noises came from the street below their window.
“I can’t believe the celebration is still going on.” Erestor said.
“That doesn’t sound like celebrations.” Glorfindel said while jumping up and heading to the window.
He drew back the curtains and looked at the chaos sweeping over the city. Just then an insistent knock was heard at the door. Glorfindel’s man servant entered without waiting for a reply.
“Sir, we must go; the city is under attack.”
“Under attack, what do you mean? The city is hidden from the outside world,”
“We have been betrayed, sir, we must flee.”
Erestor had already risen from the bed and throw on his wedding robes. He looked as Glorfindel with large, frightened eyes. “What are we going to do?” Glorfindel had him in his arms in a second.
“It’s alright; we are going to get out of here.”
It took Glorfindel less then a minute to strap on his breast plate and sword. He would have to do with out the rest of his armor; his main concern was getting Erestor to safety.
They made their way through the streets dodging and weaving through the terrified population holding tight to each others hand until they came to the king’s courtyard. Most of the soldiers of the city were already there. The heat and smell of burnt flesh was in the air. Glorfindel drug Erestor behind him until he spotted King Turgon and Idril with little Earendil. Idril was trying to calm some palace workers and lead them to the hidden path out of the city.
Glorfindel stopped for a moment and pulled Erestor close. “Listen to me, Erestor. Stay close to Idril, she knows the way to safety. Never doubt my love for you; I will find you no matter what.”
Tears were streaming down Erestor’s face as he nodded. He knew he would not be any help to Glorfindel if he stayed, so with one last passion filled kiss he turned and followed Idril and tried to help calm the frantic elves that were fleeing to the hidden passage.
Glorfindel watched him for a moment that turned toward the battle. He bravely fought along side the other warriors and Lords of Gondolin, and when Ecthelion fell bringing down Gothmog the Lord of the Balrogs he took heart that though his best friend was dead maybe his city could survive, but the orcs and evil creatures kept coming until the retreat was sounded. Glorfindel ran for the hidden passage along with what was left of the army of Gondolin.
The light at the end of the tunnel was new hope of Glorfindel and the elves with him. As the came upon the back of the line of elves that had fled earlier Glorfindel spotted a dark head in white wedding robes helping a mother keep her children together.
“Erestor!” he yelled
Erestor turned with a look of pure bewilderment on his face.
“Glorfindel!” He ran back to his love. Their embrace was bittersweet and lasted only a few seconds as Erestor pulled back and checked Glorfindel for wounds.
“Are you okay?” he asked
“I am fine, we must keep moving.”
As they started up the path arm in arm the ground began to shake. Glorfindel turned and felt the heat immediately; a balrog was close behind and coming fast.
“Go!” he said pushing Erestor up the path.
The battle that ensued between Glorfindel and the balrog claimed both their lives and Erestor’s shattered as he watched his husband of twelve hours being pulled to his death by his golden locks.
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Erestor wiped a tear from his face he didn’t know he had shed. Even after thousands of years, thinking about Glorfindel’s death still cut him like a knife to the heart. He had to get out of the house and feel a part of nature, the peace of the gardens would help to calms his shaken nerves.
The day was drawing to a close and Erestor had retired to his rooms. He knew that the dining rooms would be filling up by now, he had heard the bell announcing the dinner hour, but he could not bring himself to rise and make an appearance. He knew that Elrond would not be pleased that his chief councilor was not present at the feast, mingling with the distinguished guest that were visiting from all over middle earth. Erestor knew however that he could not put on a happy face and pretend that all was right in his world.
The incident with Galdor the night before had given him much to think about, and he was doing some very deep soul searching. Currently he was seated on the balcony looking over the valley that had been his home for the last few thousand years, but his thought were thousand of miles away in another time.
He could pinpoint the exact moment when his life had changed. He had been a happy, carefree child. Everyone who grew up in the Hidden Valley of Gondolin had been. They were protected from the outside world and felt that nothing could touch them. As a child of one of the minor lords of Gondolin he had had a comfortable life if not extravagant like the children of the larger houses. That had all changed when he meet the lord of one of the wealthiest houses in the city.
Erestor had caught Glorfindel’s eye at the market the day after his majority and his whole world had changed. Glorfindel was a self-proclaimed bachelor for life, and being one of the oldest elves in Gondolin many started to believe his statement might hold true. When he set eyes on Erestor however all his declaration of remaining unattached flew out the window, and he knew no matter what it took he would make Erestor his forever.
Suddenly Erestor was being showered with extravagant gifts, and he was swept off his feet but the charm and exuberant character that was Glorfindel. Their courtship was the talk of Gondolin, more often that not the two would be seen together, strolling in the gardens of the House of the Golden Flower, or having dinner with Erestor’s family. They were thrilled that Erestor had made such a good match and often hinted that a binding might be in the near future for their only son and the golden lord.
Their differences made them the perfect couple; the shy, quite youth soaked up everything his love would say. Glorfindel taught Erestor how to play chess and soon Erestor was winning every game. He taught Erestor about the running of a large house and soon relied on him for advice and ideas on how to improve things.
Erestor also brought a new meaning to Glorfindel’s life and a twinkle to his eye. Glorfindel could be seen laughing a lot more often with Erestor around. He had a new spring in his steep.
When Glorfindel asked Erestor to bond with him the younger elf did not hesitate for a second before flinging himself on Glorfindel’s lap and giving him a very heated kiss as his answer. If not for the risk of a servant entering the room and Glorfindel’s respect for Erestor’s virtue of course, they would have bonded right then and there.
The year of their betrothal seemed to both fly and crawl for the two lovers. Erestor had come out of his shell more and more and Glorfindel had a hard time denying his young husband to be. He would try to get Glorfindel alone as often as he could, but the golden lord stayed true to his promise to Erestor’s father that he would not claim his son until their wedding night.
Before they knew it the Gates of Summer were drawing close and their wedding day was upon them. Glorfindel had spared no expense to give Erestor the wedding of his dreams. Half the city was invited. The king had officiated, and when Erestor had spoken the words that would bind them together for all eternity Glorfindel thought he could burst with happiness.
Finally the time had come that Glorfindel and Erestor could retire to their suit in the house of the Golden Flower. As soon as the door was shut behind him Glorfindel was pushed up against it and his little dark haired husband stood on his tip-toes to latch his mouth to his new mate’s. How they reached the bed neither of them ever knew, but the bliss they felt when their bodies were finally joined was worth the wait. Glorfindel moved inside his husband setting a steady rhythm, and Erestor meet him thrust for thrust any shyness long gone. When they finally came it was like nothing either of them has ever experienced.
As they lay together after wrapped in each others arms, noises came from the street below their window.
“I can’t believe the celebration is still going on.” Erestor said.
“That doesn’t sound like celebrations.” Glorfindel said while jumping up and heading to the window.
He drew back the curtains and looked at the chaos sweeping over the city. Just then an insistent knock was heard at the door. Glorfindel’s man servant entered without waiting for a reply.
“Sir, we must go; the city is under attack.”
“Under attack, what do you mean? The city is hidden from the outside world,”
“We have been betrayed, sir, we must flee.”
Erestor had already risen from the bed and throw on his wedding robes. He looked as Glorfindel with large, frightened eyes. “What are we going to do?” Glorfindel had him in his arms in a second.
“It’s alright; we are going to get out of here.”
It took Glorfindel less then a minute to strap on his breast plate and sword. He would have to do with out the rest of his armor; his main concern was getting Erestor to safety.
They made their way through the streets dodging and weaving through the terrified population holding tight to each others hand until they came to the king’s courtyard. Most of the soldiers of the city were already there. The heat and smell of burnt flesh was in the air. Glorfindel drug Erestor behind him until he spotted King Turgon and Idril with little Earendil. Idril was trying to calm some palace workers and lead them to the hidden path out of the city.
Glorfindel stopped for a moment and pulled Erestor close. “Listen to me, Erestor. Stay close to Idril, she knows the way to safety. Never doubt my love for you; I will find you no matter what.”
Tears were streaming down Erestor’s face as he nodded. He knew he would not be any help to Glorfindel if he stayed, so with one last passion filled kiss he turned and followed Idril and tried to help calm the frantic elves that were fleeing to the hidden passage.
Glorfindel watched him for a moment that turned toward the battle. He bravely fought along side the other warriors and Lords of Gondolin, and when Ecthelion fell bringing down Gothmog the Lord of the Balrogs he took heart that though his best friend was dead maybe his city could survive, but the orcs and evil creatures kept coming until the retreat was sounded. Glorfindel ran for the hidden passage along with what was left of the army of Gondolin.
The light at the end of the tunnel was new hope of Glorfindel and the elves with him. As the came upon the back of the line of elves that had fled earlier Glorfindel spotted a dark head in white wedding robes helping a mother keep her children together.
“Erestor!” he yelled
Erestor turned with a look of pure bewilderment on his face.
“Glorfindel!” He ran back to his love. Their embrace was bittersweet and lasted only a few seconds as Erestor pulled back and checked Glorfindel for wounds.
“Are you okay?” he asked
“I am fine, we must keep moving.”
As they started up the path arm in arm the ground began to shake. Glorfindel turned and felt the heat immediately; a balrog was close behind and coming fast.
“Go!” he said pushing Erestor up the path.
The battle that ensued between Glorfindel and the balrog claimed both their lives and Erestor’s shattered as he watched his husband of twelve hours being pulled to his death by his golden locks.
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Erestor wiped a tear from his face he didn’t know he had shed. Even after thousands of years, thinking about Glorfindel’s death still cut him like a knife to the heart. He had to get out of the house and feel a part of nature, the peace of the gardens would help to calms his shaken nerves.