Erestor's Secret

Title: Erestor’s Secret (14/?)
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Galdor/Dringion (OMC), Ecthelion/Thoniel (OFC)
Rating: NC-17
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.
Timeline: Gondolin, 501 of the First Age
Warning: AU. Lots of fluff.
Beta: Patricia – thank you Gwathel. Any remaining mistakes are mine alone.
Summary: The morning after. Erestor talks too much.


Chapter 14

Ecthelion tapped lightly on the door to Erestor’s room, balancing the breakfast tray for his brother and Glorfindel on one hand. He smiled as he thought of Thoniel doing the same at her uncle’s door. The two had walked for long hours in the garden, talking quietly and sharing the sweetest of kisses, until they watched the dawn light spread over the top of the trees. Visiting the kitchens, they had broken their fast together in a corner of the warm room before carrying the trays upstairs. A soft laugh of pure joy escaped his lips: he was in love. For the first time in all his many centuries, he was in love.

Glorfindel repeated his whispered words, but still the door did not open. Worried that his voice would wake the still sleeping Erestor, for the third time, he whispered a little louder, “Thel, I know that is you. Come in!”

Just as Erestor stirred and mumbled, “I am awake,” the door opened and a smiling face peeked in.

Glorfindel ignored the smiling face, instead stroking Erestor’s face lightly with his fingers. “You should not be, lovely one. If your brother had been using his ears, I would not have awakened you.”

“Good morn, my brother! Good morn, my friend!” Ecthelion boomed. “Are you ready for your breakfast?”

Erestor buried his head in Glorfindel’s chest, wishing his dearly loved brother would leave them in peace. “Why is he making so much noise, Glorfindel? Tell him to go away,” he murmured.

Ecthelion placed the tray on a table and said cheerfully, “It is a beautiful morning! And it is time for you both to wake. How do you feel today, little brother? And why is it so cold in here?” He crossed the room and closed the window shutters which were flung wide open and added another log to the fire, deeming the chill in the air to be less than healthy for Erestor in his current state.

“It was….stuffy,” Glorfindel answered quietly, “and we are quite warm in bed.” He had actually risen before dawn, and when realizing that the room was filled with the scents of their earlier lovemaking, had washed both himself and Erestor. After donning his own night clothes, he had carefully put a fresh sleeping robe on Erestor and had opened the window to air the room.

“And he didn’t want you to smell…” Erestor yawned, “….us.”

“Smell you? I do not understand…..wait….Glorfindel! You did not! Tell me you did not!” Ecthelion looked at his brother and friend sternly. “Do not make me hurt you, Fin.”

“Of course he did not,” Erestor murmured quietly, still snuggling against Glorfindel with his eyes closed. “Even though I begged him to. It was so very wonderful though. When can we do that again, Glorfindel?”

“Erestor, do you always talk so much in the morning when you are half asleep?” Glorfindel asked gently. “Perhaps it would be better if you did not speak any more.”

“Sometimes he does,” Ecthelion answered. “Keep talking, Erestor. What exactly did Glorfindel and you do, Erestor?”

Erestor sighed happily. “He touched me,” the sleepy elf said dreamily. “And I touched him. And it was wonderful. I want him to make love to me so very much, Thel. I love him so much. My body burns for him within me…I want him so badly.”

Glorfindel cringed and struggled frantically to find the words that would ease Ecthelion’s concern. . To say he was stunned was an understatement. He could not believe this was happening. Whoever would have guessed that Erestor could not keep his mouth shut about such thing when he was half asleep? “Erestor, your brother knows we love each other. But you are still healing, and we are not yet bonded. We cannot make love until you are better and we are wed.”

“Then marry me….now….want you…” Erestor sighed as he drifted off again into reverie.

Glorfindel glanced up at Ecthelion worriedly. “Thel….I am sorry…he is just so persuasive. I love him too much to deny him anything that will not cause him harm.” He paused and looked down at Erestor sleeping against him. “No…it is not his fault. I wanted what we had last night too. I adore him so.”

Ecthelion sat in the same chair he had used the previous night and stared at Glorfindel and his brother. Seeing Glorfindel was about to speak again, he held up his hand to stop him. He had to think. Oh, he knew his brother well. There was not much that Erestor wanted that he did not get. The elf could talk anyone into anything, given half a chance. A day ago, Ecthelion might have been livid and tempted to throw his oldest friend out of the house; today, he understood what it was to be in love, even if the thought of Glorfindel pleasuring his little brother was something he really preferred not to see in his mind’s eye. That Erestor loved Glorfindel was without doubt; that Glorfindel would have a hard time controlling Erestor’s desires was also without doubt. His brow was creased in thought as he looked at his beautiful brother and his best friend. Erestor in his sleep tried to get even closer to the elf he loved. Glorfindel gazed upon the younger elf adoringly, holding Erestor gently and stroking the dark hair softly. “When he was just a little thing he used to talk like that if he was half awake,” Ecthelion whispered. “The only time he has done it in years is when he is exhausted. I suppose the fact that he is wounded caused it this time. He will be highly embarrassed when he realizes what he has done.”

Glorfindel nodded. “Yes,” he said softly, “but we shall remind him that it was only heard by you and me – the two who love him the most. He will not really mind that you know.”

Ecthelion nodded. “The question is, what do we do now? I know my brother well, Fin. If he wants you….well, I doubt that you could withstand his need. Dear Valar, whoever would have guessed that my sweet little brother was really a lustful, wanton hussy?”

Glorfindel quirked an eyebrow. “’Tis good that I know you love him, Thel. Your brother is a lustful, wanton hussy for *me*, I would remind you.”

Ecthelion smiled softly, watching Erestor move his head against Glorfindel’s chest and murmur softly. “He is a beautiful little hussy though.” His smile faded. “This is what we shall do. I shall go to the king and make it known that you and Erestor have been secretly betrothed for the past year. Secretly because of his young age and you wanted Erestor to be sure of his decision, but with my consent. Because of his injuries and the fact that he is still healing, there cannot be a traditional binding ceremony, but you and Erestor are to be wed this night in my presence. When Erestor is healed, we shall have a grand celebration to which all will be invited. We can even make it a joint celebration – your wedding, my betrothal. Is there anyone you wish present from your house, by the way?”

“Thel, you know I have no family left here. You and Erestor have been my family. Wait….your betrothal? What?” Realizing his voice had risen, he looked down at Erestor to ensure the elf was still sleeping soundly. “Who?”

“I have fallen in love, Fin. Mighty Ecthelion has been slain by a slip of a maiden. Oh, wait until you meet her. She is here in the house. “Tis Galdor’s niece, Thoniel.”

Glorfindel smiled. “I know of her. His seneschal’s daughter, and his niece. A lovely maiden indeed – she is intelligent and wise as well.”

“Fin – she even bested me at chess! That devious, cunning, little wisp of a….but of course I was distracted. Those luscious lips…”

“And does she know if your coming betrothal, my friend?” Glorfindel asked.

“Aye,” Ecthelion breathed softly, “and she has accepted me. We spent the night walking in the gardens. Her kisses…her kisses are like honey.” He sighed.

“I am happy for you, Thel,” Glorfindel whispered, “but enough of the enchanting Thoniel. Speak to me of the enchanting Erestor and tell me more of my wedding, if you please.”

Ecthelion grinned. “My lusty little brother is not about to keep his hands off of you, Glorfindel. Before you know what hit you, you will be bonded. I would see him formally wed first. After I call on the king, I shall visit a jewel maker and get golden rings for you. We will not tell Erestor until it is time, or he will be too excited to rest.”

“You do not have to visit the jewel maker, Thel. Bring me paper and quill, and I shall write a note to my seneschal. I ordered our rings the day after we began courting and have them ready. Give him the note and he will bring them. I will ask him to bring more of my things here as well, since I will not be leaving for some days.”

Ecthelion rose and fetched paper, quill and ink from Erestor’s desk and laid it on the bedside table for Glorfindel to write his note when Erestor awoke. “Why does it not surprise me that you already have the rings?”

“Because we all knew – right in the beginning – that Erestor and I would bond,” Glorfindel said softly. “When? Evening? After dinner? Tell me the rest of your plans.”

“Before dinner, I think. I will ask the cooks to prepare all of Erestor’s favorites, and we will share a meal afterwards with the others – Galdor, Dringion and Thoniel, I mean.”

“I wonder if Erestor will want them present. Perhaps we should tell him ahead of time after all. He should be able to make his own decision on this, Thel.”

Erestor moved closer to Glorfindel. “Make my own decision on what?” he asked softly.

“You are supposed to be asleep,” Glorfindel said, bestowing a gentle kiss on Erestor’s brow.

“You two were talking too loud.” Erestor yawned. “What is it you want to make me to make a decision on?”

“On whether or not you will bind yourself to me tonight, dear one, and if you want Galdor, Dringion and Thoniel present,” Glorfindel quietly.

Erestor was instantly awake. “Tonight?” His smile lit the room. “I thought you wanted to wait until I was healed?”

Ecthelion snorted. “Wait? My dear brother, I do not think you are capable of waiting.”

Erestor looked perplexed, and then the color slowly faded from his face, the paleness swiftly replaced with a bright crimson. “Oh, Valar. I did not….oh, I did. Oh, Glorfindel….” He buried his face in Glorfindel’s neck and groaned. “Forgive me.”

Glorfindel chuckled and bowed his head to rest his chin in Erestor’s hair. “You did, and there is nothing to forgive, my sweet one. Only Ecthelion and I heard you, so it matters not – especially since he has decided to let me live for touching you.” He shook with barely concealed laughter. The thought that Erestor would be his tonight was making him giddy.

Erestor turned his head and grinned at his brother. “Thank you for not killing the one I love, Thel,” he said. “I would not mind the others being there,” he continued, finally lifting his head. “Perhaps Galdor and Dringion can have their bonding ceremony as well?”

Glorfindel looked into Erestor’s eyes and cocked his head in question. “You do not mind sharing our bonding ceremony with others?” he whispered.

“I will share our ceremony with no one,” Erestor said quietly, his eyes never wavering from Glorfindel’s. “I will see only you, my love, and the rest of the world will not exist – only you and I.” He pulled Glorfindel’s head down to place a soft kiss on the golden lord’s lips. Settling himself comfortably in Glorfindel’s arms, he looked at his brother. “In the garden. I would like to be married in the garden.”

Ecthelion smiled and nodded.

Tbc…