The Dark Star of Gondolin

Title: The Dark Star of Gondolin
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ and http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875
Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/
Beta: None
Chapter: 14/?
Pairings: Durel/Glorfindel, Durel/Turgon implied
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hermaphrodite, OMG there’s finally sex
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Durel and Glorfindel express their love for each other.
A/N: Durel is approximately equal in age to a 17 year old human. This is an excerpt from Durel’s journal.

When I next awoke the first thing that registered was the smell of tea and the sound of quiet breathing nearby. “Glor…”

“Shhh, my star. I’m here.”

“I-I dreamed-” I was cut off by a dry, hacking cough. Glorfindel fed me some of the sweet tea to easy my parched mouth and throat.

“I dreamed…such terrible things-”

“Don’t. You’ll upset yourself.”

I couldn’t stop myself. The images kept coming, one after the other and I couldn’t survive one more moment without letting the horror spill out my mouth. “The city was burning. I couldn’t breath because the heat sucked the air straight from my lungs. There was soot was so thick it clung to everything. It was in my eyes, my mouth, my ears, and my feet fought through it as I ran. There were beasts-monsters-everywhere. Nothing was left alive. Even the screams of the dying had quieted. Everything, everyone…was dead…” I started breathing rapidly, panicking. “Everything was dead. Dead…”

“Durel, open your eyes. Look at me, my star.”

I pried open eyes that were glued shut with old, dried tears. The blue, bottomless eyes that bore into mine brought calm, steadying stillness. “It was only a nightmare. Everything is fine.” His hand touched my cheek.

“I can still feel myself dying.” I whispered, hardly audible. “My heart feels slow, my skin is cold.”

The hand on my cheek brushed away fresh tears.

“Make me feel alive. Please, my Lord. I need to be alive.”

He kissed me, seeming to surprise even himself with his actions.

His lips were soft and wet against mine. Gentle, so gentle as if I would shatter into a million pieces if he pressed too hard. I hardly felt the ache of my beaten body with the heat that flushed through me. He moved to lay beside me, careful not to jostle the bed overly much and never taking his lips from mine. I opened my mouth slightly and made a sound of need that was pitiful even to my own ears. My lord obliged me, dipping his tongue into my mouth.

I started panting, my bruised and battered ribs wanted to sharply protest the rapid moving but I scarcely registered the pain. All I knew was comfort and happiness and the feeling of being really, truly alive. The terror and lingering claws of death withered away under the onslaught of my lord's love.

He deepened the kiss, pressing a little more. He was still so careful not to rest his weight on me for fear of aggravating my wounds. I raised my hands to touch him, which were mostly unharmed from my previous beating. I placed one hand on his face against the strong curve of his jaw. The other gripped a strong bicep.

Glorfindel started feathering hot, wet kisses across the small bruise that marred my face from the initial backhand Maeglin had doled out. They were so soft that I only felt the most fleeting of wetness and sensitivity before they moved on. I moaned, "Please, my lord. Please."

He groaned and focused on my neck, another relatively unscathed area. His breath was hot against the soft flesh of my neck, and I couldn't help but tilt my head back to bare my throat to him in complete and utter trust. I shivered in desire, unable to control my thoughts or actions when faced with the gentle love my lord. He started parting the robe I wore, kissing down the line of my sternum. I hissed as he hit a particularly bruised area that throbbed with firey ache.

He sat up abruptly and faced away from me. Panting heavily, he scrubbed his face with his hands.

"My lord...?" I panted. "Why...why did you stop?"

"We can't."

"Only by your own decree."

"You're hurt."

I couldn't fault him there. "I'll heal."

"You're such a stubborn little shit."

That was probably the deroggatory thing he had ever said to me in my life. I smiled. "Yes, I am. And you love me."

He turned to gaze into my eyes. "I love you more than I value my own life."

I sat up despite the protesting of my body and desperately clutched his arm. "Make love to me."

"Enough, Durel."

"No!" I shouted. Quieter, I continued, "No, Glorfindel. Please..." I kissed him on the edge of his mouth. "Please." I kissed his plump lips. "Please." I kissed each of his eyes. "I need you. I need you to be alive within my body. Please..."

He ghosted his fingers over my battered body. "I'll hurt you."

"No," I whispered against he lips. "You'll heal me."

He pressed our lips together harder for a real kiss. I wanted to scream and thrash with the sheer joy it brought me to kiss this Lord of Gondolin. He parted from me again and searched my eyes, looking for something.

"Whatever you think you are going to find to dissuade yourself, you won't. If you are looking for youth: I grew up long ago. If you are looking for innocence to corrupt: it is forever gone. If you are worried about my health: I feel no pain when your love protects me."

"I'm only sorry that I could not protect you from everything," his voice was filled with tears. "I would give you the world if I had the means."

"You have given me everything I need," I kissed him. "Except, one..." I trailed my hand down his chest suggestively. He grasped my wandering hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed the back in a very gentlemanly way. Then he flipped the hand over and kissed the palm and continued spreading kisses all over my hand and fingers.

Then his hot tongue traced its way from the tip of my middle finger to the crook of my elbow. My body shuddered and I let out a moan of both surprise and utter pleasure.

"Yes, my lord. Please." His eyes turned up to mine and I let my mouth part in surprise of the lust tempered with love I saw there. My breath sped up as he bore me down to the mattress, careful to not jar my injuries. He finished his previous job of removing my robe, leaving me bare except for the bandages binding my lower ribs. He started kissing my neck again, working his way down my chest with lips whispering over the bruises, cuts, and contusions.

The skin was so sensitive due to the injuries that just the slightest breath of air or brush of his tongue sent fire through my body, causing me to want to curve into a hard arch beneath him. However, the pain of my probably broken ribs made that impossible, so I settled for deep moans and careful writhing.

It was strange, being the one to be given pleasure instead of the giver. I had always been the one to bring another into the fall of ecstasy. For the tables to be turned was a shock...and a blessing.

With the robe gone, his access to my body was unlimited. He touched me everywhere, treating my injuries like the mark of the gods upon my skin. I have never truly enjoyed the pleasure given to me by another. I, first as a whore and then as a Courtesan, was very, very good at faking it. My body could exhibit all the signs of arousal without me feeling anything. But now, with Glorfindel, I actually felt pleasure for the first time in my life.

I couldn't help but understand now why I was so sought after, if this is what the bodies I pleasured felt. It was almost terrifying how my body responded without me telling it what to do. The warm well of sensation made me quiver in both fear and need. I tensed when his mouth worked the bruises on my abdomen, unable to tell if the sensation felt good or terribly painful. My shoulders shivered and my eyes closed to better savor the feeling. He moved farther down to taste the part of me that made me male, and his fingers sought that which made me female. His mouth was gentle, laving the pulse of my flesh with long, languorous strokes. His free hand lifted up my length from where it rested against my belly so that he could access the whole thing with his tongue. The feeling of the warm, slick muscle against me was too much as I had never felt anything like it before. I cried out and I wanted to curl up around him and bury my hands in his hair, but my ribs protested sharply again so I aborted the movement to instead claw my fingers into the bed sheets.

The hand between my legs traced along the outside of my passage, spreading the wetness that seeped out. He slowly pushed his finger inside with pulsing movements, lapping it in and out to get it wet. I was struck momentarily with panic as the finger entered me for the first time, remembering the horrible day Glorfindel had found me with Turgon. The grief when Glorfindel had nearly taken me by force well up to the surface but retreated swiftly.

He loved me.

The grief and panic were gone.

I had waited too long for this. “Please, now. Oh Gods, now.”

Glorfindel came up my body, his hips resting in the cradle of my legs and his arms propping himself so he did not put any weight on my battered body. We stared at each other for moment that seemed endless. Every pain, every fear, every adoration, every moment of love that we had ever experienced was transferred to the other by our eyes alone. It was as if in that moment we truly understood each other for the first time. We understood why we did the things we did, even if the other did not agree. We understood the deep and nearly excruciating depth of our love for each other.

He slid into me, and I almost died from the pleasure. It wasn’t that he was a skilled lover. As much as I admired my lord for all that we was, he was no trained Courtesan. It was simply the love he put into the movement that made it so much better than any trained whore ever could.

Suddenly, I felt as if all of my training had been for naught. What could I ever do to recreate something as perfect, as god-touched as this?

He moved slowly, in and out. I was so wet for him, I needed him so badly. My cock leaked against my stomach and pulsed to the rapid beat of my heart. We never stopped staring at each other. It was almost obscene how he made love to me with his eyes as well as his body.

I know I screamed and cried, I moaned like the whore I was. Glorfindel was silent except for a few hitched breaths and muted grunts when he shifted himself above me.

As I neared climax I clung to him, grinding myself against his hips despite the protest of my injuries. He finally broke eye contact with me to gather me into his arms and hold tight, almost causing pain. One more thrust and I broke, shattering into a million pieces of molten heat. It went on and on, until it almost hurt for it to go on any longer.

When I came down from the high long enough to realize what was going on around me, I could feel Glorfindel still thrusting into me, seeking his own climax. Smiling a little deviously, I shift my hold on his back to mercilessly attack the pressure points that would bring his orgasm swiftly and violently.

I was not disappointed.

He bucked up one last time, his eyes closed and mouth hanging open in a silent scream. He held the position for moment, before he started thrusting almost violently and the scream was released. I closed my eyes to savor the feeling of his seed soaking me from the inside. I moaned, shifting my hips to better feel the warm cum sliding around inside of me to drip out and onto my thighs.

This was the first time the feeling hadn’t made me sick to my stomach.

He pulled out and collapsed to the side, immediately pulling me into a loose embrace that wouldn’t put pressure on my injuries. I rested my cheek on his chest, breathing heavily.

It was a few moments later that I realized he was crying. I reached my hand up and wiped the tears from his face. “Do not cry, my lord,” I murmured soothingly. “This is a time for celebration. For love. There is no room for tears in this bed.”

He smiled, a bright and blinding thing that brought a smile to my own lips.

“I cry because I love you so much, I cannot contain it within me. It seeks to escape by any means possible.”

“Then make love to me again,” I whispered. “And again, and again, and again…”

TBC…