Many Blessings

Title: Many Blessings (14/?)
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 14

Sídhon walked down the hallway towards his chambers. He thought about the last couple of weeks and how much he and Istuion had settled in, enjoying their new friends. Istuion was, right now, in his new class. Three days he spent with Melpomaen, learning scribing and other intellectual things, and the other two days he spent learning physical things such as archery and sword fighting. Sídhon smiled as his thoughts turned from his ion (son) to the scribe Melpomaen. The day after the celebration, Erestor had originally planned on showing him the Last Homely House but was not feeling well, so it was left for Melpomaen to be the tour guide. Sídhon found that the more time he spent with the scribe the more he liked him and so did his ion.

As his thoughts turned to Mel, he thought about Lady Arwen and her machinations in getting Rúmil and Melpomaen a mate. It seemed that Erestor had been mistaken on how long it would take Lady Arwen to find someone for the Galadhel. In fact, she had little to do with it. It seemed that a certain silver-haired minstrel had found Rúmil much to his liking and pursued the warrior with a vengeance. Even though this freed Arwen to set her attentions on Melpomaen, it was quite funny to see the Galadhel doing the fleeing and not the chasing. Sídhon had to give credit to Lindir, he definitely was tenacious when he wanted something and it was quite apparent that Rúmil was what he wanted most.

Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by Melpomaen himself, who collided with him as he was about to turn the corner. “Easy there,” he said as he grasped Melpomaen’s forearms to prevent the scribe from falling.

Mel was frantic. He had just been coming out of the Healing Hall after retrieving the medicine for Erestor’s upset stomach when he heard his name being called. Looking down the hallway he paled when he saw Lady Arwen waving at him and quickly making her way towards him with a warrior in tow. After recognizing the warrior as one of Lord Glorfindel’s, Mel’s eyes widened at the implication of his presence and the scribe panicked, turned and ran the opposite way. As he quickened his pace he could hear his name being called out and footsteps in pursuit. Rounding a corner, he could not stop himself from running into Sídhon.

Sídhon was about to ask what was wrong, for the scribe was trembling and panic filled his eyes, when he heard Lady Arwen’s voice followed by a male’s, calling Mel’s name. Understanding what was wrong, Sídhon took hold of the scribe’s hand and pulled him along behind him and slipped into his chambers. Shutting the door, he and Mel rested their heads upon it, listening.

When they heard the voices grow louder, Mel unconsciously squeezed Sídhon’s hand, holding his breath. As the voices retreated, he finally expelled the air he had been holding in and looked to Sídhon, who was looking down at their hands. When Melpomaen realized that he was holding the silver-haired ellon’s (m. elf’s) hand tightly, he released it and mumbled, “Sorry.”

Sídhon shook himself. The feeling of Mel’s hand holding his caused all kinds of feelings to stir within his breast. He was about to tell the scribe he had nothing to be sorry for, but that was when Mel strode into his bedchamber and started to pace back and forth.

Melpomaen was a bundle of nerves, not believing that he was in this mess. Not only was Lady Arwen bound and determined to pair him off, he was now having feelings for Sídhon. ‘This could not possibly be happening,’ he thought. He had protected his heart for so long, how could he be losing it to someone that was most likely waiting to be reunited with his mate. Sídhon had an Elfling; surely he loved the ellon that had given him Istuion.

Sídhon was starting to get worried. He had never seen Melpomaen in this condition. He seemed truly upset and it bothered him greatly. “Melpomaen, are you well?” he queried.

Melpomaen shook his head and continued his pacing, “No, I am not. You would think that Arwen would know me better. I helped teach her, watched her grow into the beautiful elleth (f. elf) she is today. Why does she not realize that I would not want this matchmaking? And a warrior, A WARRIOR!” he fairly shouted as he jerked around to change directions.

Not understanding why the scribe was so upset about the warrior, he was worried that maybe Melpomaen had had a bad experience with one so he could not help asking, “Melpomaen, did something happen between you and a warrior? Why would a warrior bother you so?”

Mel’s feet slowly came to a stop and he turned to look at Sídhon and could plainly see the worry in the ellon’s face so he quickly eased it by saying, “No, it is not that. I…it is just that I do not know if I could survive being bound to a warrior.”

Sídhon was truly confused now and he took a step forward, “What do you mean?”

Melpomaen sighed and sat down in a chair near the hearth, “I have nothing against warriors. Indeed, I have high esteem for them, their bravery, and their selflessness in protecting others. It is just that if I were to bond with one, I would be constantly afraid that they would be taken from me and I know I would not survive their loss,” he said with resignation.

Now understanding, Sídhon came and sat in the chair next to the scribe’s and said, “Melpomaen, you are stronger than you realize.”

Mel looked into the silver-haired ellon’s eyes and saw understanding in them. He knew from Istuion’s talks about his other Adar (Father) that he was a mighty warrior and how much Sídhon had loved him, so he asked, “How did you survive when you lost your mate?”

Sídhon looked away as shame filled him. As Istuion grew older, the longing for a mate grew in Sídhon, and he had started to regret what he had told his ion about his Adar. What would Istuion think of him if he should find out that he lied to him, would he think less of him? In everything else, Sídhon was completely honest with his ion, but he could not find it in himself to reveal to Istuion that his Adar had not wanted him. How could you tell your Elfling that their other parent wanted nothing of them?

Melpomaen saw the pain in Sídhon’s eyes and he placed a hand upon the Lórien ellon’s arm and said, “Sídhon, I am sorry. I did not mean to upset you. You need not tell me.”

At hearing the worry in the scribe’s voice, Sídhon quickly said, “It is all right. I am not upset with you. I actually am upset with myself,” and when a puzzled look covered Melpomaen’s face he asked, “May I confess something to you? I desperately need someone’s opinion and insight on what I should do.”

Melpomaen felt flattered that Sídhon would trust him and ask for his advice, so he said, “Of course you may. I consider us friends. You can tell me anything.”

Sídhon smiled at the scribe thinking that if he had his way, they would eventually be much more than friends. That is, if he did not think differently about him once he confessed. Standing up, he walked over to the double doors leading out to the balcony and wrapped his arms around himself, watching the birds outside flutter about. Sídhon took a deep breath and said, “Istuion’s Adar, Aradion, and I were not mates. We were not even in love, though I cared for him and I suppose he cared about me in his own way.”

Mel’s brow furrowed and he said, “But I thought…I mean the way Istuion has talked about his Adar and you, I assumed that you and he were close.”

Sídhon sighed, “I know, that is what he thinks. When Istuion started to ask questions about Aradion I could not tell him the truth. I knew that it was wrong to lie to him, but how do you tell your child that their other parent did not want them?”

Melpomaen could not believe that any parent would refuse his or her child. He knew that if he was ever blessed with an Elfling, there would be nothing that he would not do for it. “Sídhon, I am so sorry. What you must have gone through,” Mel said.

Sídhon’s body trembled as memories filled his mind, taking him back to the night that he had told Aradion that they were going to have an Elfling. He told the scribe everything, holding nothing back. He needed to finally unburden his heart, to seek council on what he should do when the day came that he must tell Istuion the truth, for he knew that it would come.

Melpomaen’s heart hurt for this lonely ellon before him. He did not know how Sídhon had survived Aradion’s rejection. Even though there was no love between them, the warrior was still the Adar of his child. When the silver-haired ellon continued, Melpomaen went over and poured them both a goblet of wine.

“I thought that once Aradion saw our Elfling that he would see that the child was his, but that was not to be. About a month before I gave birth to Istuion, our village was attacked by orcs and Aradion was among the warriors who gave their lives in protecting it. I was beside myself, alone and with child, not knowing what lay in my future, but the first time I beheld my ion, I knew that he was a gift from the Valar. When I recovered from giving birth and when Istuion was old enough to travel, I left the village in search for a new home for us, a home with no memories, where no one knew us. That is how I came to live in Lothlórien. Things were going so well until the day that Istuion asked about Aradion and I could not tell him the truth,” Sídhon said, turning to look at Melpomaen who had walked over to him and he took the goblet of wine that he offered, “Hannon le (Thank you).”

Melpomaen nodded, “You are welcome,” he said as he watched Sídhon take a long draught of wine, seeing how the silver-haired ellon’s hand shook, “Sídhon, I think you are a wonderful Adar. You did nothing but protect your ion. You have raised Istuion to be a kind and gentle ellon. No one could have done better. I do believe that one day he should know the truth but until then, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You cannot be blamed for loving your ion and wanting the best for him.”

The scribe’s opinion and his words meant so much to Sídhon, much more than he could possibly express at this point in time. He sighed as loneliness set in, something that had been masked in Lothlórien by daily routine and the caring for his ion. ‘Why did I not realize that I am so lonely, that I yearn for love?’ Sídhon thought. Searching Melpomaen’s eyes, suddenly he knew. It was because of him. Not able to stop himself, Sídhon sighed dolefully, “I am so alone.”

Melpomaen swallowed his tears as he heard those four woeful words from the Lórien ellon and he knew that the pain he felt for him was caused from love, how he loved Sídhon. Knowing that it was time to take the leap, to finally trust another with his heart, Melpomaen took the goblet out of Sídhon’s hand without saying a word. After setting both their goblets onto a nearby table, Mel took a deep breath and walked back to stand in front of the keeper of his heart. Looking deep into Sídhon’s eyes, Melpomaen placed his hand upon the weaver’s cheek and said, “You need not be alone any longer.”

Sídhon sucked in his breath as the scribe’s words reverberated through his whole being. So shocked was he, that he could not fathom how to bring his thoughts together enough to form a reply. As time passed by, one was filled with hope and the other was filled with dismay from the other’s lack of response. When doubt filled Melpomaen’s eyes and he started to lower his hand, Sídhon finally brought himself out of his musings and grasped the scribe’s wrist and rested his hand over his heart. “The moment I saw you, you had captured my heart. When I heard Lady Arwen announce your courtship, the flicker of hope that had filled my soul upon hearing your voice, was crushed. I felt sorrow that you were taken,” he said as he willed Melpomaen to feel the love that beat in his breast for him.

Melpomaen’s heart swelled as it broke free of its cage and he curled his fingers to grip Sídhon’s robe. Leaning forward, never looking away from the silver-haired ellon’s gaze, Mel pressed his lips to his. When Sídhon pressed him closer by putting his hand on the back of his neck, Melpomaen closed his eyes and moaned as the kiss deepened.

When he pressed for the scribe to open his mouth, Sídhon groaned as he danced his tongue with Mel’s. At his first taste of Melpomaen, he drew him even closer to him. Soon Melpomaen snaked his arms up and around Sídhon’s neck and the two pressed as close as they could, the kiss turning passionate until the lack of air caused them to break apart. Resting their foreheads against each other, they gasped in big gulps of air and stared deeply into the other’s eyes.

Melpomaen felt dizzy with happiness. The kiss had awakened in him a passion and all he wanted was this ellon who now held his heart. Suddenly though, as his heart regained its steady rhythm, the scribe frowned as thoughts entered his mind.

When Sídhon saw doubt creep back into the scribe’s eyes, he pulled back and asked fearfully, “Melpomaen, what is wrong? You are not having second thoughts?”

Melpomaen quickly shook his head no, “I am not, but Sídhon, what of Istuion? I cannot come between you and your ion, I will not,” Mel said with finality.

Sídhon wrapped his arms about the scribe’s waist and said, “I know I need to tell Istuion about Aradion. Saes (Please), give me time to gain the courage to. I know once he gets over his anger and disappointment, he will accept you. He likes you quite a lot.”

Melpomaen wanted Sídhon with every fiber in his being but he also knew that this relationship was not between just the two of them, there was Istuion also. He deserved respect from the both of them, he deserved the truth. Taking a deep breath, Melpomaen said, “We should take this slowly. I care for your ion and if this is going to work between us, we all three must agree to this. I just know that I want you in my life and I will wait as long as I have to.”

Sídhon caressed Melpomaen’s cheek, “It will not be long. Besides, I think you deserve to be wooed properly,” he said with a smile.

Melpomaen turned to lay a kiss in Sídhon’s palm and said, “There is no need to woo me, I am already yours.”

Sídhon’s breath caught as he felt Melpomaen’s kiss pulsating straight to his groin and he thought that they had better leave before he took the scribe right here. “What of Lady Arwen,” Sídhon asked, trying to break the spell that the scribe’s kiss had put him under.

Melpomaen felt it too so he pulled out of Sídhon’s arms and said, “I will speak to her. She can be trusted in not revealing our relationship. We will keep this a secret until we talk to Istuion. I really should be getting this medicine to Erestor.”

Sídhon nodded and he was not able to deny himself one last kiss from the scribe’s lips before he watched Melpomaen walk out of his chambers. Finally shaking himself, he quickly gathered his tapestries that he had forgotten to take with him this morning, and made his way back to the Weaver’s cottage.

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Glorfindel was in the training yard sparring with Rúmil. They had managed to garner a crowd who cheered them on. Feigning to the left, the Elda then lunged to the right, giving Rúmil barely enough time to block and counter his attack. “You are getting better, Galadhel,” Glorfindel laughed.

Rúmil just smiled and pushed forward, managing to back Glorfindel up a few feet when suddenly Glorfindel stopped and Rúmil was hard pressed to avoid cutting him with his sword. When Rúmil was able to right himself, he gasped, “Glorfindel, are you well?”

Everyone looked upon the Elda in shock, who was standing still with his head cocked to one side, as if he were listening to something. The biggest smile came to his lips and the most surprising thing of all was that he was glowing. Just as suddenly as he froze, Glorfindel dropped his sword and ran towards The Last Homely House.

“My Lord!” Daugion called after him.

Elrond and Erestor were sitting in his office going over the harvest tallies for the valley. The many cats that were Erestor’s constant companions milled about. It was mid morning when Elrond noticed that all of the cats started to purr. Looking around the room Elrond started to ask, “Erestor, why are the cats…” but lost his voice when he gazed upon the stunning vision that was Erestor. The Advisor was glowing and had the most joyous look upon his face. Elrond was about to say something when the door to his office burst open and a glowing Glorfindel stood in the doorway staring at his mate, his eyes filled with tears.

Glorfindel stumbled into the room and came around the desk. Kneeling before Erestor they stared into each other’s eyes until Glorfindel looked down to where Erestor had his hand resting on the slight swell of his stomach. Glorfindel leaned forward and rested his head upon Erestor’s stomach and wrapped his arms around his hervenn (husband).

Tears flowed freely down Erestor’s face to land on Glorfindel’s golden locks, ‘I feel her, our daughter.’

‘She is so beautiful, melui nín (my sweet),’ Glorfindel said through his tears.

Elrond watched them with confusion when suddenly he felt another presence in the room, one of the purest spirits he had ever encountered. The cats made a circle around Glorfindel and Erestor, their purrs a choir reverberating through the chamber.

Erestor threaded his fingers through Glorfindel’s hair and looked up into Elrond’s eyes, “Our daughter, mellon nín (my friend), we can both feel her. She is truly beautiful,” he said, then he looked around them at all the cats and finished, “They sense her and she them. She is special; she has a connection with them.”

By that time, Rúmil, Daugion, and Haldir had arrived from the training yard and they all stared in wonder at what they beheld. Walking over to his mate, Haldir took Elrond’s hand in his and they all basked in the love that emanated from the glowing couple.

Slowly, one by one, each stepped forward to congratulate Erestor and Glorfindel once again about their Elfling, their daughter. They laughed as joy filled their hearts at the new life that was waiting to be born.

Melpomaen hurried down the hallway and was almost to Elrond’s office when Arwen found him, only this time, she was alone. “My Lady, I must hurry and get this medicine to Erestor,” he said as she joined him.

“Mel, why did you run from me? Surely I am not that frightening to look upon?” Arwen asked as she walked the rest of the way with Mel to her Adar’s office.

“Of course not, Arwen, but I was in a hurry. Erestor’s stomach was ailing him this morning and I went and retrieved his medicine for him,” he said, then paused just outside of Elrond’s office, “My Lady, as much as I appreciate your help in finding me a special someone, I must inform you that you need not bother any longer.”

Arwen smiled, truly happy, “Oh, Mel, who is he?” she asked.

Melpomaen could not hide his smile as he said, “I would ask for your discretion. We have more than ourselves to consider and we have decided to take things slowly. As of right now, we are keeping our relationship a secret.”

“Melpomaen, do not keep me in suspense. You know that you can count on my secrecy,” Arwen whispered, arching her brow.

Melpomaen looked at Arwen and thought, like Adar like daughter. Knowing that he had better say something before she did something like shake him, he said, “Sídhon. But there is Istuion to think of. We want to discuss this with him before we announce our courtship.”

Arwen hugged the scribe and laughed, “This is wonderful! You two are perfect together. I am sure that Istuion will be fine with this for I know how much he likes you. Do not worry; I will not speak a word of this.”

“Hannon le, Arwen. Now, I really must get this medicine to Erestor,” he said and they walked into Elrond’s office to find it filled with laughter and two glowing ellyn (m. pl. elf).

TBC