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chapter 15
Title: Erestor’s Gift (15/?)
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Melpomaen
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Warning: None, except for fluff.
Summary: Erestor is sure Glorfindel forgot his begetting day, Elrond meddles, and both the chief Councilor and Lord of Imladris find their heart’s desire.
Author’s Note: Not a part of my usual Erestor/Glorfindel universe.
Chapter 15
Glorfindel lit the fire in the stove, and then he and Erestor went outside to the garden. Glorfindel gathered the herbs they would need, along with onions and carrots. Erestor picked plump pea pods, then moved to the apple trees and began filling a basket with apples. There was a beautiful apple right above his head that he wanted but could not quite reach. Holding his arm high above his head, he jumped up trying to grab it, and missed. He was just about to try again when he was lifted high from behind in strong arms. Giggling, he took his apple and was set back on the ground, spun around and soundly kissed.
Hand-in-hand, they carried their baskets back into the cottage kitchen and began preparing their meal. They worked together shelling peas, cleaning carrots, and pealing onions and apples. Glorfindel put the peas and carrots into a pot to steam, and chopped up the onions to fry with the fish.
Erestor sliced the apples, put them in a large bowl, and gathered the ingredients he needed from the shelves. He added a little flour and a lot of sugar to the apples, along with spices, then spread the mixture out in a baking pan. Next, he took oats, sugar, and some of the butter that had been brought by the servants, mixed them together, and spread the mixture over the apples. He looked at his creation, pleased with himself. “This is ready to go into the oven, love,” he said. Glorfindel took a heavy cloth and opened the oven door for Erestor to slide his pan in. As the apples baked, Glorfindel fried the onions and fish while Erestor set the dining table and poured the wine.
~~Back at the Last Homely House~~
While Melpomaen slept, Elrond had washed him, changed the bed linens around him, and dressed him in a soft nightshirt. With nothing more to do until his beloved woke, the wise healer researched everything he could find about the herb the twins had slipped to Mel and Erestor. He sat at his desk in the room adjacent to the bedroom where Mel slept, books piled around him and stacked on the floor. He found nothing that he did not already know.
Before the first scream had ended, Melpomaen was in Elrond’s arms. “Shhh, my love. It is all right….I have you now, it is all right,” Elrond said softly, rocking his beloved.
By the time the second scream ended, Arwen had burst into the room and was preparing the tea for Melpomaen just as her father had shown her to do.
When the third scream finally ended, tears streamed from Elrond’s eyes. He cradled Melpomaen in his arms, trying to get him to drink some tea. Arwen finally sat behind her Ada Mel and wrapped her arms around him the best she could. The comfort of two elves holding him seemed to calm him slightly, and Elrond was able to get him to drink the tea.
~~At the cottage~~
After their wonderful dinner, the two elves worked together washing up the dishes and pans, and the kitchen was once again neat and tidy. They filled the bathtub with warm water and plenty of scented oils, and bathed each other lovingly in preparation for their binding. There was an abundance of loving kisses shared, although they spoke little.
They knelt facing each other in the center of the bed, their hands clasped together, and as naked as the day they came into the world. Their long hair flowed loose around them, and their eyes sparkled with unshed tears of joy.
Glorfindel spoke softly as he gazed into his beloved’s eyes. “Erestor, you have been my closest friend and dearest companion through many long years. I love you more than I know how to express in mere words. You are my dearest wish come true. I take you as my husband for all time. I will feel no cold, for you will warm me. I will feel no loneliness, for you will be beside me. I will be the shoulder you lean on, the companion of your life. With you I will walk my path, and I will make my home in your heart from this day forward. May Eru bless our binding.” He slipped the ring onto Erestor’s finger and kissed it in place. Cupping Erestor’s face in his hands, he sealed his vows with a kiss.
Erestor smiled and looked at the elf he loved through his tears. “Glorfindel, my love, you are my heart and my soul, the very air I breathe that gives me life. I give you all that I am, for you complete me. I take you as my husband for all time. Trials and happiness will come to pass, but no matter what we may encounter together, I will be beside you, to comfort you when you cry, and to join your laughter with my own. Wherever you go, I will go. Whatever you face, I will face. With you I will walk my path, and I will make my home in your heart from this day forward. May Eru bless our binding.” He placed the ring on Glorfindel’s finger, then kissed it. His arms wrapped around Glorfindel’s broad shoulders, and as they kissed, Erestor laid back and pulled the warrior on top of him.
Glorfindel captured Erestor’s mouth in a deep kiss, thinking nothing was a sweet as his lover’s kisses or the feel of their tongues caressing. Forced to part for breath, he rained soft kisses on Erestor’s face, whispering, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” and answered soft cries of sweetness and enduring love nearly overwhelmed his heart.
~~Back at the Last Homely House~~
Elrond had finally sent Arwen away to rest. She had been so distressed by Melpomaen’s tears that she could not stop crying, and Elrond couldn’t bear to have two of those he loved most in the world in the same state. He had sent her to her brothers, knowing that they would comfort their little sister.
Melpomaen had been crying for hours without stop and his sobs were now harsh and raspy. Elrond continued to pour tea into him and hold him close, rocking him and singing to him as one would a child.
“Why are you still with me?” Mel finally rasped out. “How can you stand to be near me?”
“I love you, my husband,” Elrond said softly, reminding Melpomaen that they were bonded. “I will always be with you. I love you so very much.”
“But I hurt you…I know I did,” Melpomaen sobbed out. “I do not know what happened…how I could do that…I hurt you, I hurt you, I hurt you...”
“Shhh, my love. It was not your fault. The twins drugged you. They didn’t know it would cause such harm. And you didn’t really hurt me. I thought it was…rather wonderful.” Mel’s sobs stopped when Elrond spoke, so he kept talking, interspersing it with soft kisses to his beloved’s wet cheeks and soft lips. “If I hadn’t been so worried about you, I would have enjoyed relinquishing all control to you. It is rather nice not to have to be in charge all the time.”
“But I hurt you….I hurt you.”
“Do you love me, my heart?” Elrond asked with another soft kiss to Mel’s lips. “Did you not make love to me last night? Did you not tell me the whole while how very much you loved me?”
The smaller elf nodded and looked into Elrond’s eyes.
“And did I not tell you the whole time how beautiful you were, and kiss you with passion? Do you remember my telling you how very much I loved you, beloved?”
Melpomaen nodded again. “You will not leave me then? You still love me?”
“I will love you for eternity, beloved. I will never leave you.” Elrond gently captured Melpomaen’s mouth with his own, softly pressing for entrance. When it was granted their tongues slowly loved together in the sweetest of kisses.
Mel stomach rumbled, and Elrond gently broke away. “You need to eat, my love. You must be starving.”
The smaller elf nodded. “I am very hungry, but I am so tired.”
Elrond laid his beloved on the bed, half sitting against the pillows, and brought the tray of food from the table. Sitting beside Melpomaen, he fed his exhausted mate.
~~At the cottage~~
Erestor moaned as Glorfindel’s mouth worked down his body. “Take me, take me, my husband. Make me truly yours. I want to feel you inside of me. Take me,” he whispered.
Glorfindel nodded, his eyes darkened with passion. Taking the bottle of oil, he opened it and poured it over his fingers. Kissing Erestor deeply, he gently began to prepare his husband to receive him for the first time. He moved slowly and gently, until Erestor was writhing beside him.
“Please, love. Take me now,” Erestor begged. Glorfindel’s fingertips were repeatedly rubbing against his sweet spot, and he released a soft cry.
“Aye, love. Now,” Glorfindel whispered. Erestor whimpered when Glorfindel removed his fingers, quickly took the bottle of oil again and generously slicked himself. Pressing Erestor’s bent legs up against his chest, he positioned himself and gently pushed. Sliding home into the hot, tight channel, Erestor’s legs wrapped around his waist and Glorfindel cried out with something between a moan, a groan, and a growl. The soft moans coming from Erestor spurred him on, and he took two small hands into his own, twining their fingers together as he held himself over his beloved and looked down into sparkling dark eyes. “Are you all right, my love? I did not hurt you, did I?”
Erestor’s response was a thrust of his hips and a soft cry. “It is perfect. You are perfect. Kiss me.”
Glorfindel fastened his mouth to Erestor’s, withdrew half way, then slowly thrust back into the quivering channel. His mouth captured Erestor’s moan as he unerringly hit the bundle of nerves deep within.
Erestor had never known such bliss. Glorfindel slowly made love to him, thrusting gently. His hands gripped Glorfindel’s tightly, and his moans and cries filled the air. It was beyond anything he had ever imagined - this feeling of oneness, of total joining - and his heart and soul soared. When his mouth was released for breath, he gazed into Glorfindel’s eyes and saw the same emotions reflected there. “I love you…I love you…I love you…” was all he could whisper, over and over again, as Glorfindel slowly, so slowly, withdrew and thrust.
Glorfindel wanted to pound into Erestor, but the love in his heart for his husband constrained him; he would kill himself before he harmed Erestor. There would be time for that later, but not this first time when Erestor deserved his gentleness. Erestor had wished for the moment of their binding to be special, sacred, and Glorfindel wanted to fulfill that wish. He whispered, “I take you as my husband for all time. I will feel no cold, for you will warm me. I will feel no loneliness, for you will be beside me. I will be the shoulder you lean on, the companion of your life. With you I will walk my path, and I will make my home in your heart from this day forward. May Eru bless our binding. I love you.”
Tears ran from Erestor’s eyes and blended with Glorfindel’s that fell on his face, and he whispered in reply, “I give you all that I am, for you complete me. I take you as my husband for all time. Trials and happiness will come to pass, but no matter what we may encounter together, I will be beside you, to comfort you when you cry, and to join your laughter with my own. Wherever you go, I will go. Whatever you face, I will face. With you I will walk my path, and I will make my home in your heart from this day forward. May Eru bless our binding. I love you.”
Glorfindel released Erestor’s hands, and put his arms under the slighter elf’s shoulders and lifted him to hold him close.
Erestor’s arms wrapped around his shoulders tightly, and a sweet voice whispered in Glorfindel’s ear, “Take me, my husband. I am not fragile, and you will not break me. Make me scream your name. Take me, beloved.”
Groaning, Glorfindel quickened his pace and thrust deeply into Erestor. Both elves cried out in pleasure. The warrior captured Erestor’s mouth in a deep, almost desperate kiss, as he slammed into his mate’s sweet spot again and again.
Erestor screamed Glorfindel’s name as lightening filled his body and light seemed to sparkle around them. Glorfindel was glowing, and a golden cord of light shimmered around them, binding them together.
“So beautiful…You’re so beautiful. Oh…so good,” Glorfindel panted. “Erestor! Erestor! Oh, Valar, you’re glowing. So beautiful, so beautiful.”
Erestor wanted to tell his beloved that he was glowing too, but the only thing he could do was scream as he felt his soul bind with Glorfindel’s and become one. In his heart he knew if he truly glowed, it was because of his joining with Glorfindel, for no elf glowed brighter than his reborn warrior.
Glorfindel’s thrusting became erratic as he was filled with Erestor’s soul. The clenching muscles around his shaft told him Erestor was close. Reaching between them, he grasped Erestor’s hard member in his hand and stroked it firmly. “Come with me….come with me!” he roared. A moment later warm seed pulsed over his hand, and he came explosively deep within his husband, screaming Erestor’s name.
Tbc….
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Melpomaen
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Warning: None, except for fluff.
Summary: Erestor is sure Glorfindel forgot his begetting day, Elrond meddles, and both the chief Councilor and Lord of Imladris find their heart’s desire.
Author’s Note: Not a part of my usual Erestor/Glorfindel universe.
Chapter 15
Glorfindel lit the fire in the stove, and then he and Erestor went outside to the garden. Glorfindel gathered the herbs they would need, along with onions and carrots. Erestor picked plump pea pods, then moved to the apple trees and began filling a basket with apples. There was a beautiful apple right above his head that he wanted but could not quite reach. Holding his arm high above his head, he jumped up trying to grab it, and missed. He was just about to try again when he was lifted high from behind in strong arms. Giggling, he took his apple and was set back on the ground, spun around and soundly kissed.
Hand-in-hand, they carried their baskets back into the cottage kitchen and began preparing their meal. They worked together shelling peas, cleaning carrots, and pealing onions and apples. Glorfindel put the peas and carrots into a pot to steam, and chopped up the onions to fry with the fish.
Erestor sliced the apples, put them in a large bowl, and gathered the ingredients he needed from the shelves. He added a little flour and a lot of sugar to the apples, along with spices, then spread the mixture out in a baking pan. Next, he took oats, sugar, and some of the butter that had been brought by the servants, mixed them together, and spread the mixture over the apples. He looked at his creation, pleased with himself. “This is ready to go into the oven, love,” he said. Glorfindel took a heavy cloth and opened the oven door for Erestor to slide his pan in. As the apples baked, Glorfindel fried the onions and fish while Erestor set the dining table and poured the wine.
~~Back at the Last Homely House~~
While Melpomaen slept, Elrond had washed him, changed the bed linens around him, and dressed him in a soft nightshirt. With nothing more to do until his beloved woke, the wise healer researched everything he could find about the herb the twins had slipped to Mel and Erestor. He sat at his desk in the room adjacent to the bedroom where Mel slept, books piled around him and stacked on the floor. He found nothing that he did not already know.
Before the first scream had ended, Melpomaen was in Elrond’s arms. “Shhh, my love. It is all right….I have you now, it is all right,” Elrond said softly, rocking his beloved.
By the time the second scream ended, Arwen had burst into the room and was preparing the tea for Melpomaen just as her father had shown her to do.
When the third scream finally ended, tears streamed from Elrond’s eyes. He cradled Melpomaen in his arms, trying to get him to drink some tea. Arwen finally sat behind her Ada Mel and wrapped her arms around him the best she could. The comfort of two elves holding him seemed to calm him slightly, and Elrond was able to get him to drink the tea.
~~At the cottage~~
After their wonderful dinner, the two elves worked together washing up the dishes and pans, and the kitchen was once again neat and tidy. They filled the bathtub with warm water and plenty of scented oils, and bathed each other lovingly in preparation for their binding. There was an abundance of loving kisses shared, although they spoke little.
They knelt facing each other in the center of the bed, their hands clasped together, and as naked as the day they came into the world. Their long hair flowed loose around them, and their eyes sparkled with unshed tears of joy.
Glorfindel spoke softly as he gazed into his beloved’s eyes. “Erestor, you have been my closest friend and dearest companion through many long years. I love you more than I know how to express in mere words. You are my dearest wish come true. I take you as my husband for all time. I will feel no cold, for you will warm me. I will feel no loneliness, for you will be beside me. I will be the shoulder you lean on, the companion of your life. With you I will walk my path, and I will make my home in your heart from this day forward. May Eru bless our binding.” He slipped the ring onto Erestor’s finger and kissed it in place. Cupping Erestor’s face in his hands, he sealed his vows with a kiss.
Erestor smiled and looked at the elf he loved through his tears. “Glorfindel, my love, you are my heart and my soul, the very air I breathe that gives me life. I give you all that I am, for you complete me. I take you as my husband for all time. Trials and happiness will come to pass, but no matter what we may encounter together, I will be beside you, to comfort you when you cry, and to join your laughter with my own. Wherever you go, I will go. Whatever you face, I will face. With you I will walk my path, and I will make my home in your heart from this day forward. May Eru bless our binding.” He placed the ring on Glorfindel’s finger, then kissed it. His arms wrapped around Glorfindel’s broad shoulders, and as they kissed, Erestor laid back and pulled the warrior on top of him.
Glorfindel captured Erestor’s mouth in a deep kiss, thinking nothing was a sweet as his lover’s kisses or the feel of their tongues caressing. Forced to part for breath, he rained soft kisses on Erestor’s face, whispering, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” and answered soft cries of sweetness and enduring love nearly overwhelmed his heart.
~~Back at the Last Homely House~~
Elrond had finally sent Arwen away to rest. She had been so distressed by Melpomaen’s tears that she could not stop crying, and Elrond couldn’t bear to have two of those he loved most in the world in the same state. He had sent her to her brothers, knowing that they would comfort their little sister.
Melpomaen had been crying for hours without stop and his sobs were now harsh and raspy. Elrond continued to pour tea into him and hold him close, rocking him and singing to him as one would a child.
“Why are you still with me?” Mel finally rasped out. “How can you stand to be near me?”
“I love you, my husband,” Elrond said softly, reminding Melpomaen that they were bonded. “I will always be with you. I love you so very much.”
“But I hurt you…I know I did,” Melpomaen sobbed out. “I do not know what happened…how I could do that…I hurt you, I hurt you, I hurt you...”
“Shhh, my love. It was not your fault. The twins drugged you. They didn’t know it would cause such harm. And you didn’t really hurt me. I thought it was…rather wonderful.” Mel’s sobs stopped when Elrond spoke, so he kept talking, interspersing it with soft kisses to his beloved’s wet cheeks and soft lips. “If I hadn’t been so worried about you, I would have enjoyed relinquishing all control to you. It is rather nice not to have to be in charge all the time.”
“But I hurt you….I hurt you.”
“Do you love me, my heart?” Elrond asked with another soft kiss to Mel’s lips. “Did you not make love to me last night? Did you not tell me the whole while how very much you loved me?”
The smaller elf nodded and looked into Elrond’s eyes.
“And did I not tell you the whole time how beautiful you were, and kiss you with passion? Do you remember my telling you how very much I loved you, beloved?”
Melpomaen nodded again. “You will not leave me then? You still love me?”
“I will love you for eternity, beloved. I will never leave you.” Elrond gently captured Melpomaen’s mouth with his own, softly pressing for entrance. When it was granted their tongues slowly loved together in the sweetest of kisses.
Mel stomach rumbled, and Elrond gently broke away. “You need to eat, my love. You must be starving.”
The smaller elf nodded. “I am very hungry, but I am so tired.”
Elrond laid his beloved on the bed, half sitting against the pillows, and brought the tray of food from the table. Sitting beside Melpomaen, he fed his exhausted mate.
~~At the cottage~~
Erestor moaned as Glorfindel’s mouth worked down his body. “Take me, take me, my husband. Make me truly yours. I want to feel you inside of me. Take me,” he whispered.
Glorfindel nodded, his eyes darkened with passion. Taking the bottle of oil, he opened it and poured it over his fingers. Kissing Erestor deeply, he gently began to prepare his husband to receive him for the first time. He moved slowly and gently, until Erestor was writhing beside him.
“Please, love. Take me now,” Erestor begged. Glorfindel’s fingertips were repeatedly rubbing against his sweet spot, and he released a soft cry.
“Aye, love. Now,” Glorfindel whispered. Erestor whimpered when Glorfindel removed his fingers, quickly took the bottle of oil again and generously slicked himself. Pressing Erestor’s bent legs up against his chest, he positioned himself and gently pushed. Sliding home into the hot, tight channel, Erestor’s legs wrapped around his waist and Glorfindel cried out with something between a moan, a groan, and a growl. The soft moans coming from Erestor spurred him on, and he took two small hands into his own, twining their fingers together as he held himself over his beloved and looked down into sparkling dark eyes. “Are you all right, my love? I did not hurt you, did I?”
Erestor’s response was a thrust of his hips and a soft cry. “It is perfect. You are perfect. Kiss me.”
Glorfindel fastened his mouth to Erestor’s, withdrew half way, then slowly thrust back into the quivering channel. His mouth captured Erestor’s moan as he unerringly hit the bundle of nerves deep within.
Erestor had never known such bliss. Glorfindel slowly made love to him, thrusting gently. His hands gripped Glorfindel’s tightly, and his moans and cries filled the air. It was beyond anything he had ever imagined - this feeling of oneness, of total joining - and his heart and soul soared. When his mouth was released for breath, he gazed into Glorfindel’s eyes and saw the same emotions reflected there. “I love you…I love you…I love you…” was all he could whisper, over and over again, as Glorfindel slowly, so slowly, withdrew and thrust.
Glorfindel wanted to pound into Erestor, but the love in his heart for his husband constrained him; he would kill himself before he harmed Erestor. There would be time for that later, but not this first time when Erestor deserved his gentleness. Erestor had wished for the moment of their binding to be special, sacred, and Glorfindel wanted to fulfill that wish. He whispered, “I take you as my husband for all time. I will feel no cold, for you will warm me. I will feel no loneliness, for you will be beside me. I will be the shoulder you lean on, the companion of your life. With you I will walk my path, and I will make my home in your heart from this day forward. May Eru bless our binding. I love you.”
Tears ran from Erestor’s eyes and blended with Glorfindel’s that fell on his face, and he whispered in reply, “I give you all that I am, for you complete me. I take you as my husband for all time. Trials and happiness will come to pass, but no matter what we may encounter together, I will be beside you, to comfort you when you cry, and to join your laughter with my own. Wherever you go, I will go. Whatever you face, I will face. With you I will walk my path, and I will make my home in your heart from this day forward. May Eru bless our binding. I love you.”
Glorfindel released Erestor’s hands, and put his arms under the slighter elf’s shoulders and lifted him to hold him close.
Erestor’s arms wrapped around his shoulders tightly, and a sweet voice whispered in Glorfindel’s ear, “Take me, my husband. I am not fragile, and you will not break me. Make me scream your name. Take me, beloved.”
Groaning, Glorfindel quickened his pace and thrust deeply into Erestor. Both elves cried out in pleasure. The warrior captured Erestor’s mouth in a deep, almost desperate kiss, as he slammed into his mate’s sweet spot again and again.
Erestor screamed Glorfindel’s name as lightening filled his body and light seemed to sparkle around them. Glorfindel was glowing, and a golden cord of light shimmered around them, binding them together.
“So beautiful…You’re so beautiful. Oh…so good,” Glorfindel panted. “Erestor! Erestor! Oh, Valar, you’re glowing. So beautiful, so beautiful.”
Erestor wanted to tell his beloved that he was glowing too, but the only thing he could do was scream as he felt his soul bind with Glorfindel’s and become one. In his heart he knew if he truly glowed, it was because of his joining with Glorfindel, for no elf glowed brighter than his reborn warrior.
Glorfindel’s thrusting became erratic as he was filled with Erestor’s soul. The clenching muscles around his shaft told him Erestor was close. Reaching between them, he grasped Erestor’s hard member in his hand and stroked it firmly. “Come with me….come with me!” he roared. A moment later warm seed pulsed over his hand, and he came explosively deep within his husband, screaming Erestor’s name.
Tbc….