The Fire Dance

Authors Note: TopazKat - Yes, all pregnacys are diffrent...and with Erestor's history, the loss of control over his body is upsetting him...:)~DarkDreamer


The Fire Dance


Ch155


Elrond blinked in shock "He...he will be staying here?"

Thranduil smirked "Well, you said you had room"

"But...but..."

The Mirkwood king chuckled as he shook his head "Tul Rondy, we shall
open a bottle of Cirdan's brew...you look like you need it"

As everyone dispersed, Torfindel walked back over to the tree his love
fled into and sighed "Taur?"

"Nay!"

Rolling his eyes, Gwee began to climb up, then sat down next to his
warrior. Seeing how Taurath was shaking, Torfindel reached out and
placed a comforting hand on his knee "Taur, he is not here to harm you"

The Avarin warrior took a deep breath "Wh...why did he go inside the
Homely House"

Torfindel cleared his throat "It seems that he is staying"

"Here?!"

"Aye Taur"

*Groan* "Why! Why would he stay! And here of all places!"

Gwee shrugged "He seems rather taken with Adar. I mean, well, he does
not just show up like this. There have been elflings who have wandered
off and had to be searched for and he never showed to help"

Taurath blinked, then shook his head "Do you think...he would not take
Erestor from Glorfindel would he?"

Torfindel frowned "Of course not Taur! Why would he, he has Vana"

~*~*~

Erestor slowly opened the door to Taurath's old chamber "I thought you
may wish to stay in this room my lord, due to the tree"

Orome smiled as he walked around, then tossed his belongings onto the
bed "So little one, come closer now and let me touch your belly"

The dark adviser wrapped his arms around his stomach, but slowly
approached "As...as you wish my lord"

"Oh you still fear me little one? You need not"

"You are one of the Valar...requesting to touch me...this of course
would make anyone nervous"

"But you know my fellow"

Erestor arched his brow. "Do you mean Lord Mandos? In all truth, I
would be more nervous, my lord, if he wished to touch me again. It
was bad enough that he held Torfindel as an elfling and later
befriended him, but to check my body due to the changes he made to it,
was most unnerving."

Orome tilted his head "You do not approve of their friendship?"

"Well...may I speak boldly my lord?"

"Of course"

Erestor took a deep breath "Well, I am actually torn about that
subject. Torfindel is my ion and I love him dearly. He has had a very
hard time with his growing...being slighter then those his age and
such. It was very kind of lord Mandos to befriend him but I cant help
but wonder what his motives were and are. As with you my lord. Tis
unprecedented that one of the Valar, let alone two would show interest
in a certain elven community and its residents"

Orome chuckled as he shook his head "Ah! Namo was correct! You do have
a bold and sharp mind! I think Tulkas would like you...from what Namo
says, you like chess...Tulkas likes the game as well...strategy and
all that...I actually find the game a tad boring"

The dark advisers eyes widened "T...T...Tu..."

"Tulkas"

"He uh...he is not coming for a visit as well is he?"

"Why, have you another room available?"

Erestor dropped his jaw "Nay! We are now full!"

"Tsk tsk now little one t'is not nice to tell false truths to one of
the Valar"

Erestor lowered his gaze and rubbed his belly "I apologize...but the
thought of...well, you must understand my lord, we are not used to
seeing and speaking directly with the Valar. We assumed that we would
meet you in Valinor but not here on Arda"

Orome smirked "Thats what you get for assuming...now come here and let
me feel your little life"

The dark adviser took a deep breath, then held very very still as the
Huntsman rested his large hands on his belly

~*~*~

Still in shock, Elrond flopped down into one of the plush chairs in
their chamber "What is happening"

Thranduil questioned his brow as he opened a bottle of Cirdan's brew
"What do you mean Rondy"

Dazed, Elrond shook his head "What I mean is...first we have Aglar
here...then Lord Mandos...now Lord Orome?? What is happening
that...why are they showing such an interest in Imladris"

Thranduil chuckled "Well, it is entirely Your fault you know..."

"My fault?! How could this Possibly be MY fault!"

The Mirkwood king shrugged "You had to go and call your home a "Safe
Haven for all", and "All" is quite a broad spectrum Rondy"

*Groan*

"First, you let Aglar stay...in a way, that opened the door for his kin"

Elrond sighed "I could not just throw him out Thran...he is the ion of
Mandos...and besides, he had a history with many here"

Thranduil smirked "Oh is that what you are calling most of us who has bedded
him? a "History" with us?"

*Groan*

"Oh calm down, you should feel honored...when I was in charge of
Mirkwood, it was known that the Huntsman rode through my forest...though
he never stopped for a visit!"

Elrond frowned "Thran, you are forgetting what happened the last time
most of the Valar got together..."

"Ah but they are not Gathered here Rondy, Mandos is not here
and...*Sigh*...you need to calm down. Here, drink this"

Once Elrond downed 3 full glasses of Cirdan's brew, Thranduil smirked
"Rondy?"

"Mmmm"

"You know Rondy, I know something else that will relax you as well"

"Mmmm?"

Thranduil quickly pulled Elrond to standing, striped him of all his
clothes, then stood behind him "Let me dress you in something that is
soft and comforting to wear"

His eyes closed, Elrond swayed a bit as he absently nodded "Mmmalright"

Before he could truly register what was happening, Elrond felt soft
fabric being put over his head, then his arms being put through what
was obviously the sleeves of the garment "Thran?"

The Mirkwood king swiftly handed Elrond another glass "Drink Rondy and
relax"

After finishing his fourth glass, Elrond felt ties being tightened and
tied behind him then his hair being loosened to fall free "Thran..."

"You look stunning Rondy...simply beautiful"

Elrond cracked open his eyes and glanced over to the full-length
mirror...then blinked in shock "I...I look...pretty"

Thranduil chuckled as he walked Elrond over to his desk "Aye, that you
do. Who'd have known that pink would look so good on you!"

His steps slightly sluggish, Elrond groaned "You put me...in that
dress...you conniving wood-elf"

Thranduil smirked as he manoeuvred his love to stand behind his desk,
then bent him forward...

Elrond moaned contentedly when he felt the dress being lifted up to his
hips, then smiled when all his hair was gathered and flung into his
face "Mmm...Thran"

~*~*~

Aglar stopped mid knock when he heard "Tul!"

Entering the guest room, he smiled as he lightly waved "Orome"

"Aglar! Oh you look good penneth...it has been long"

"Aye uncle Orome"

Both of them looked at Erestor as he whispered confused "Uncle?"

Aglar shrugged "Well, he is a Valar like my Adar...I call all of them
uncle and aunt...it was just easier when I was little and it stuck"

Orome nodded "Aye...and I like the form you chose...it suits you, the
red hair and such"

"Hannon le. So, what is happening here?"

Erestor sighed as he gave Aglar a pleading look "Lord Orome is
touching me"

Aglar snorted as he looked at the large hands on Erestor's stomach
"This I can see...I would be careful uncle, the last elf that was not
Erestor's mate that tried this, his wrist got broken"

The dark adviser rolled his eyes "Like I could break the wrist of one
of the Valar"

Aglar smiled and he arched his brow "Oh you would not succeed of
course, though I Know the thought has crossed your mind"

"Well...he is touching me"

Orome slowly removed his hands "I am done, I just wished to feel the
little one" The Huntsman then looked over to Aglar and laughed loudly
as he held up his hands "Ahh and look, my wrists are unharmed!"

TBC..................................


Translations:

Vana -------------------------- Orome's wife
Ada/Adar --------------------- Dad/Father
Ion ---------------------------- Son
Tul ---------------------------- Come
Hannon le ------------------ Thank you
Penneth ----------------------- Young one
Tulkas ------------------------- The last of the Valar to descend
into Arda, and the most warlike. http://www.glyphweb.com/arda/default.asp