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Chapter 15
Title: Many Blessings (15/?)
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 15
Two weeks later
Glorfindel sighed as he walked out of the bathing chamber and found Erestor lying in bed already, facing away from him. Toweling his hair dry, he sat before the fire and brushed his hair, staying quiet so he did not wake his hervenn (husband). It had been a long day in the training yard, assessing the first year recruits. Glorfindel had missed supper in the feasting hall but when he returned to their chambers, sweaty, dirty, and hungry; he found that Erestor had food waiting for him. Glorfindel had smiled and kissed his melui (sweet) before he sat and quickly ate his meal. Afterwards, he had tried to convince his mate to join him for a bath but Erestor had said that he had already bathed that evening. Frowning, but thinking that Erestor must be tired, Glorfindel gave him a thorough kiss before he disappeared into the bathing chamber.
Once his hair was moderately dry, he built up the fire and extinguished the candles before slipping into bed next to his mate. Seeing Erestor move, Glorfindel settled onto his back, fully expecting his hervenn to roll on top of him, his usual sleeping position. When, after a couple of minutes, Erestor did not cuddle up to him, Glorfindel turned his head and noticed that his mate’s shoulders shook. Frowning, Glorfindel turned on his side and placed his hand upon Erestor’s arm, drawing him onto his back so he could see his face.
Glorfindel gasped, “Melui nín (My sweet), what is wrong?” he asked as he saw the tears upon his face.
Erestor closed his eyes and tried to turn away so he could bury his face into his pillow but Glorfindel would not let him. Trying to still his tears, he could not help but finally turn into his meleth’s (love’s) embrace. When arms pulled him close, he sniffled and said, “I am fat.”
Suddenly Erestor’s behavior of the last few days came to Glorfindel’s mind and he silently berated himself from not seeing that something had been bothering his hervenn. Cupping Erestor’s cheek, he brushed his tears away with the pads of his thumbs and he said, “Melui, you are not fat. You are more beautiful to me than ever.”
Erestor looked into his meleth’s sapphire eyes and saw the truth, but it still did not make him feel any better. In a tearful voice he said, “I am too fat to lie on top of you.”
Glorfindel could not help the laugh that bubbled up from his chest and cursed himself when Erestor tried to pull away from him, more tears falling. “Ai (Ah), I am so sorry, melui. Saes (Please) do not turn away from me.”
Erestor scowled up at Glorfindel and accused, “You laughed at me!”
Glorfindel had the decency to blush as he said, “I was not laughing at you because of your body. I just did not think to see my confidant melui to be so unsure of himself. I apologize, will you forgive me?”
Erestor sighed, knowing that this pregnancy had not been easy on Glorfindel either. With his emotions so volatile and with their bond, it was not only he that felt them, but his mate as well. Letting Glorfindel pull him against his chest, he rested his ear over his meleth’s heart and listened to its steady rhythm. “I am sorry also. I did not come and talk to you these last few days. It is just so much to get used to, all of my body’s changes and feeling our daughter’s spirit and everything. I suppose it is just getting to me. Now, I cannot even sleep in my favorite position, it is too uncomfortable,” he said, trying not to weep once again.
Rolling Erestor onto his back, Glorfindel started to unbutton his hervenn’s night robe as he said, “You may not be able to lie on top of me but I can still hold you in my arms every night.”
Erestor took a shallow breath as Glorfindel finished unbuttoning his robe and pulled it open. When he rested his hand on top of his distended belly, Erestor covered it with his, lacing his fingers with his meleth’s.
Glorfindel leaned down and kissed Erestor’s stomach then said, “Do not hide yourself from me, melui. I think you are so beautiful, carrying our Elfling.”
Erestor rose up enough to help Glorfindel pull his robe the rest of the way off and he soon found his arms full of a very aroused hervenn. When Glorfindel entered him, Erestor threw his head back and moaned at the incredible sensations that coursed through his body. “Mmmm, you feel so good, meleth,” Erestor purred before he kissed his mate’s lips.
Glorfindel growled as Erestor wrapped his legs around him, raking his nails along his back. “I love it when you purr!” he panted as he quickened his thrusts. Grasping his melui’s hardened cock, he soon brought them both to completion. Gently moving to lay beside Erestor, he pulled him into his arms and whispered, “I have missed you these last couple of days.”
Erestor nodded, “I am sorry. I will not hide myself from you again.”
Glorfindel could feel Erestor’s worry and leaned up onto his elbow and stared down at his mate saying, “Erestor, do not be sorry. I have not been as attentive as I should these last couple of days. I should have realized that something was bothering you.”
Erestor smiled up at his hervenn and caressed his cheek, “I know that you have been trying to keep up with your work, meleth. Do not worry, I am fine. I promise that I will speak to you when I am feeling upset.”
Glorfindel leaned down and kissed Erestor before he spooned his melui from behind and whispered, “I will make sure that I ask you how you are every evening.”
Erestor sighed as he felt Glorfindel nuzzle his neck and mumbled before falling into reverie, “Deal…”
~~~~~~~~~~
Rúmil hid in the darkened alcove just outside of the Minstrel’s chambers, waiting for his prey. Lindir had been driving him crazy for the past two weeks. The white-haired ellon would flirt, had even kissed him a couple of time, but then would play hard to get. And Rúmil had had enough. He knew that Lindir desired him, seen it in his eyes, felt it when the Minstrel pressed up against him, but still he denied him. Suddenly hearing Lindir approaching, humming to himself, Rúmil moved back into the shadows and prepared to strike.
Lindir just opened his door to his chambers when he was roughly shoved inside. Skidding to a halt half way in his sitting room, Lindir whipped around and started saying, “What do you think…” but stopped when he saw Rúmil close and bolt his door.
Rúmil turned and stared at the most beautiful creature he had ever seen and it gave him pause. He had all the intention of seducing the Minstrel, to trap him and not to let him run away again, but now he was filled with fear. Haldir admonished him about how many lovers he had had, it was not like he would be insensitive of his partners, and in fact he treated them all with care. But until now, Rúmil had yet to find what he had been searching for, love. Now Rúmil was treading in unfamiliar waters and he knew that he could not push forward like he would normally, Lindir deserved so much more.
Lindir was about to rant at the Marchwarden but instead took a step forward as Rúmil became pale and started swaying on his feet. “Rúmil, what his wrong?” he gasped as he rushed to his side and helped the Galadhel to a nearby settee. “Sit here while I get you a drink.”
Rúmil just sat there, unable to catch his breath. Never in his life had he felt fear like this. His heart, it felt as if it would burst, and the lithe ellon (m. elf) who handed him a goblet of wine, held it unknowingly in his hands. A few words from him and it would knock Rúmil to his knees.
Lindir was getting worried. He had never seen Rúmil like this, so off kilter, so…vulnerable? The Minstrel searched the Galadhel’s hazel eyes and his breath hitched in his throat. With a shaky hand, he took the empty goblet from Rúmil and he found his wrist grasped by an equally shaky hand.
Rúmil swallowed, gathering his courage, he said in a rush, “I think I am in love with you, Lindir.”
Tears pooled into Lindir’s aquamarine eyes and he whispered, “That is great news for I know that I am in love with you.”
The breath that Rúmil had been holding quickly left his lungs as he asked, “But why have you been running from me these last two weeks?”
“I was scared. I was uncertain of your feelings, whether you were just interested in another bed partner or something more serious. I…I tried to guard my heart, but I found that I have no guards against you,” Lindir said as he moved in between Rúmil’s legs and sat upon his knee, winding his arms about the Galadhel’s neck.
Rúmil put his arms around the white-haired ellon’s waist and buried his face in his neck, breathing in Lindir’s scent. “I am very glad that you cannot resist me,” he whispered before he took the Minstrel’s mouth in a loving kiss.
Soon the kiss turned into a heated one, causing both the ellyn (pl. m. elf) to moan as they pressed close to one another. Lindir was eager to touch Rúmil’s skin so he started to tug at the laces to the Marchwarden’s tunic, desperate in his need. Finally when he had the knots undone, he ruthlessly started to lick and nip at the hollow of Rúmil’s neck, causing him to growl and which made Lindir smile as he ran his hand under the Galadhel’s tunic.
Rúmil was on fire, he was so hard he ached. All he longed for was to be sheathed inside this ellon who sent pulses of pleasure through his body. This passion that he felt for Lindir was mingled with love and he knew that he wanted to take things slowly with him. Lindir would not be another notch in his bed post. After capturing the Minstrel’s lips once more, he reluctantly pulled back and panted, “Wait…stop…Lindir.”
Lindir’s chest heaved, as he bent forward to kiss Rúmil again only to be stopped. Frowning, he asked, “What is it? What is wrong?”
Rúmil shook his head, “There is nothing wrong, but we must stop. If we keep doing this, I am going to take you right here.”
Still frowning, Lindir asked, “And that would be bad?”
Rúmil cupped Lindir’s cheek and smiled, “No, but I want you to be different. You are different. I love you. I want to court you, if you will let me?”
Lindir searched Rúmil’s eyes and saw the love in them. He also saw that they still held a bit of vulnerability and nodded, “If you think that you must, I will wait for you. But Rúmil, do not make me wait for long. I love you. I am yours already.”
It was Rúmil’s turn to become teary-eyed and he gave Lindir a gentle kiss before he helped him to his feet, “As I am yours,” he said then left, the hardest thing he had ever done.
TBC
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 15
Two weeks later
Glorfindel sighed as he walked out of the bathing chamber and found Erestor lying in bed already, facing away from him. Toweling his hair dry, he sat before the fire and brushed his hair, staying quiet so he did not wake his hervenn (husband). It had been a long day in the training yard, assessing the first year recruits. Glorfindel had missed supper in the feasting hall but when he returned to their chambers, sweaty, dirty, and hungry; he found that Erestor had food waiting for him. Glorfindel had smiled and kissed his melui (sweet) before he sat and quickly ate his meal. Afterwards, he had tried to convince his mate to join him for a bath but Erestor had said that he had already bathed that evening. Frowning, but thinking that Erestor must be tired, Glorfindel gave him a thorough kiss before he disappeared into the bathing chamber.
Once his hair was moderately dry, he built up the fire and extinguished the candles before slipping into bed next to his mate. Seeing Erestor move, Glorfindel settled onto his back, fully expecting his hervenn to roll on top of him, his usual sleeping position. When, after a couple of minutes, Erestor did not cuddle up to him, Glorfindel turned his head and noticed that his mate’s shoulders shook. Frowning, Glorfindel turned on his side and placed his hand upon Erestor’s arm, drawing him onto his back so he could see his face.
Glorfindel gasped, “Melui nín (My sweet), what is wrong?” he asked as he saw the tears upon his face.
Erestor closed his eyes and tried to turn away so he could bury his face into his pillow but Glorfindel would not let him. Trying to still his tears, he could not help but finally turn into his meleth’s (love’s) embrace. When arms pulled him close, he sniffled and said, “I am fat.”
Suddenly Erestor’s behavior of the last few days came to Glorfindel’s mind and he silently berated himself from not seeing that something had been bothering his hervenn. Cupping Erestor’s cheek, he brushed his tears away with the pads of his thumbs and he said, “Melui, you are not fat. You are more beautiful to me than ever.”
Erestor looked into his meleth’s sapphire eyes and saw the truth, but it still did not make him feel any better. In a tearful voice he said, “I am too fat to lie on top of you.”
Glorfindel could not help the laugh that bubbled up from his chest and cursed himself when Erestor tried to pull away from him, more tears falling. “Ai (Ah), I am so sorry, melui. Saes (Please) do not turn away from me.”
Erestor scowled up at Glorfindel and accused, “You laughed at me!”
Glorfindel had the decency to blush as he said, “I was not laughing at you because of your body. I just did not think to see my confidant melui to be so unsure of himself. I apologize, will you forgive me?”
Erestor sighed, knowing that this pregnancy had not been easy on Glorfindel either. With his emotions so volatile and with their bond, it was not only he that felt them, but his mate as well. Letting Glorfindel pull him against his chest, he rested his ear over his meleth’s heart and listened to its steady rhythm. “I am sorry also. I did not come and talk to you these last few days. It is just so much to get used to, all of my body’s changes and feeling our daughter’s spirit and everything. I suppose it is just getting to me. Now, I cannot even sleep in my favorite position, it is too uncomfortable,” he said, trying not to weep once again.
Rolling Erestor onto his back, Glorfindel started to unbutton his hervenn’s night robe as he said, “You may not be able to lie on top of me but I can still hold you in my arms every night.”
Erestor took a shallow breath as Glorfindel finished unbuttoning his robe and pulled it open. When he rested his hand on top of his distended belly, Erestor covered it with his, lacing his fingers with his meleth’s.
Glorfindel leaned down and kissed Erestor’s stomach then said, “Do not hide yourself from me, melui. I think you are so beautiful, carrying our Elfling.”
Erestor rose up enough to help Glorfindel pull his robe the rest of the way off and he soon found his arms full of a very aroused hervenn. When Glorfindel entered him, Erestor threw his head back and moaned at the incredible sensations that coursed through his body. “Mmmm, you feel so good, meleth,” Erestor purred before he kissed his mate’s lips.
Glorfindel growled as Erestor wrapped his legs around him, raking his nails along his back. “I love it when you purr!” he panted as he quickened his thrusts. Grasping his melui’s hardened cock, he soon brought them both to completion. Gently moving to lay beside Erestor, he pulled him into his arms and whispered, “I have missed you these last couple of days.”
Erestor nodded, “I am sorry. I will not hide myself from you again.”
Glorfindel could feel Erestor’s worry and leaned up onto his elbow and stared down at his mate saying, “Erestor, do not be sorry. I have not been as attentive as I should these last couple of days. I should have realized that something was bothering you.”
Erestor smiled up at his hervenn and caressed his cheek, “I know that you have been trying to keep up with your work, meleth. Do not worry, I am fine. I promise that I will speak to you when I am feeling upset.”
Glorfindel leaned down and kissed Erestor before he spooned his melui from behind and whispered, “I will make sure that I ask you how you are every evening.”
Erestor sighed as he felt Glorfindel nuzzle his neck and mumbled before falling into reverie, “Deal…”
~~~~~~~~~~
Rúmil hid in the darkened alcove just outside of the Minstrel’s chambers, waiting for his prey. Lindir had been driving him crazy for the past two weeks. The white-haired ellon would flirt, had even kissed him a couple of time, but then would play hard to get. And Rúmil had had enough. He knew that Lindir desired him, seen it in his eyes, felt it when the Minstrel pressed up against him, but still he denied him. Suddenly hearing Lindir approaching, humming to himself, Rúmil moved back into the shadows and prepared to strike.
Lindir just opened his door to his chambers when he was roughly shoved inside. Skidding to a halt half way in his sitting room, Lindir whipped around and started saying, “What do you think…” but stopped when he saw Rúmil close and bolt his door.
Rúmil turned and stared at the most beautiful creature he had ever seen and it gave him pause. He had all the intention of seducing the Minstrel, to trap him and not to let him run away again, but now he was filled with fear. Haldir admonished him about how many lovers he had had, it was not like he would be insensitive of his partners, and in fact he treated them all with care. But until now, Rúmil had yet to find what he had been searching for, love. Now Rúmil was treading in unfamiliar waters and he knew that he could not push forward like he would normally, Lindir deserved so much more.
Lindir was about to rant at the Marchwarden but instead took a step forward as Rúmil became pale and started swaying on his feet. “Rúmil, what his wrong?” he gasped as he rushed to his side and helped the Galadhel to a nearby settee. “Sit here while I get you a drink.”
Rúmil just sat there, unable to catch his breath. Never in his life had he felt fear like this. His heart, it felt as if it would burst, and the lithe ellon (m. elf) who handed him a goblet of wine, held it unknowingly in his hands. A few words from him and it would knock Rúmil to his knees.
Lindir was getting worried. He had never seen Rúmil like this, so off kilter, so…vulnerable? The Minstrel searched the Galadhel’s hazel eyes and his breath hitched in his throat. With a shaky hand, he took the empty goblet from Rúmil and he found his wrist grasped by an equally shaky hand.
Rúmil swallowed, gathering his courage, he said in a rush, “I think I am in love with you, Lindir.”
Tears pooled into Lindir’s aquamarine eyes and he whispered, “That is great news for I know that I am in love with you.”
The breath that Rúmil had been holding quickly left his lungs as he asked, “But why have you been running from me these last two weeks?”
“I was scared. I was uncertain of your feelings, whether you were just interested in another bed partner or something more serious. I…I tried to guard my heart, but I found that I have no guards against you,” Lindir said as he moved in between Rúmil’s legs and sat upon his knee, winding his arms about the Galadhel’s neck.
Rúmil put his arms around the white-haired ellon’s waist and buried his face in his neck, breathing in Lindir’s scent. “I am very glad that you cannot resist me,” he whispered before he took the Minstrel’s mouth in a loving kiss.
Soon the kiss turned into a heated one, causing both the ellyn (pl. m. elf) to moan as they pressed close to one another. Lindir was eager to touch Rúmil’s skin so he started to tug at the laces to the Marchwarden’s tunic, desperate in his need. Finally when he had the knots undone, he ruthlessly started to lick and nip at the hollow of Rúmil’s neck, causing him to growl and which made Lindir smile as he ran his hand under the Galadhel’s tunic.
Rúmil was on fire, he was so hard he ached. All he longed for was to be sheathed inside this ellon who sent pulses of pleasure through his body. This passion that he felt for Lindir was mingled with love and he knew that he wanted to take things slowly with him. Lindir would not be another notch in his bed post. After capturing the Minstrel’s lips once more, he reluctantly pulled back and panted, “Wait…stop…Lindir.”
Lindir’s chest heaved, as he bent forward to kiss Rúmil again only to be stopped. Frowning, he asked, “What is it? What is wrong?”
Rúmil shook his head, “There is nothing wrong, but we must stop. If we keep doing this, I am going to take you right here.”
Still frowning, Lindir asked, “And that would be bad?”
Rúmil cupped Lindir’s cheek and smiled, “No, but I want you to be different. You are different. I love you. I want to court you, if you will let me?”
Lindir searched Rúmil’s eyes and saw the love in them. He also saw that they still held a bit of vulnerability and nodded, “If you think that you must, I will wait for you. But Rúmil, do not make me wait for long. I love you. I am yours already.”
It was Rúmil’s turn to become teary-eyed and he gave Lindir a gentle kiss before he helped him to his feet, “As I am yours,” he said then left, the hardest thing he had ever done.
TBC