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chapter 16
Title: Erestor’s Gift (16/?)
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. Um…Maybe a cold shower warning for this one.
Beta: Lady Mirfain
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 16
The twins knocked at their father’s door and waited for an answer. They had waited until the morning was well underway and Arwen had told them they could visit Melpomaen before coming. When Elrond’s soft voice called for them to enter, they quietly opened the door and crept into the bedroom. Elrond sat in the bed, leaning against the headboard and cradling Melpomaen in his arms. Mel ‘s eyes were red and swollen, as were his cheeks. He looked worse then anyone the young elves had ever seen, with the exception of wounded soldiers or men in the house of healing. Approaching cautiously, they knelt beside their father and his mate.
“We came to tell you how sorry we are, Ada Mel,” Elladan said quietly.
Mel just looked at them with sorrowful eyes as Elrond stroked his long hair.
“We are so sorry, Ada Mel. We never meant for you or Erestor to be hurt. We didn’t know. We promise we’ll never do anything like that again,” Elrohir said softly. He took one of Mel’s hands and kissed it. “Please forgive us.”
Mel continued to look at the twins for a long moment, and then finally spoke, his voice hoarse and raspy from hours of crying. “I do not wish to forgive you, but I will do so for your father’s sake. I will not add pain to his already broken heart. You have caused great grief and physical pain to the one I love most. Although you both still have my love, I am very angry with you.”
The twins nodded and bowed their heads. “We will accept whatever punishment you give to us,” Elladan said. “We know we deserve it.”
“My punishment then is this: I will give you no punishment,” Melpomaen said. “I will not assuage your guilt by wiping it away with some onerous chore. My punishment is for you always to remember to think of the consequences before you act, for now you will. And some day when you find the one you are meant to be with for all time you will truly understand what it is like to have the one you love hurt and to be the cause of that hurt.”
“Leave us now, my sons,” Elrond said. “Your Ada Mel needs to rest.”
The twins rose and kissed Mel’s brow, and then their father’s. “We love you, Ada Mel,” one twin said as the other echoed, “We love you, Ada.” They left the room with tears in their eyes.
Elrond held the cup of tea to Melpomaen’s lips. “Drink, my love. It will ease your throat.” After Mel took a few sips, he set the tea aside. “Is there anything else you need, my dearest love?”
Melpomaen shook his head. “Only you. Just hold me. I am so very tired.”
“Are you comfortable like this, love, or would you like to lie down on the bed?”
“Like this,” Mel whispered against Elrond’s chest. “Just hold me and never let me go.”
“Always, my love. Always. I love you so very much, my sweet little Mel. Rest, my love. You are safe in my arms and I will never let you go,” Elrond whispered. “My sweet husband, I love you so much.”
“Will you kiss me?” Melpomaen asked. Elrond’s lips descended gently on his, and when Mel slowly opened to him and deepened the kiss, it was the sweetest, most loving kiss they had ever shared.
~~~Meanwhile, back at the cottage…
Erestor pressed himself closer to Glorfindel. The councilor was awake, his back against the warrior’s chest, and Glorfindel’s arms wrapped around him. He didn’t want to wake Glorfindel, but he just wanted him so badly. His husband sported a morning erection, and Erestor could feel it against his backside. He rubbed his bottom against his husband, suppressing a moan, as his own erection pulsed for attention, dripping against his abdomen.
Glorfindel moaned softly, smiling in his sleep. Erestor was rubbing against him, and it felt so good. His arms tightened around his mate as he unconsciously rubbed his hardness against Erestor’s bottom.
Hearing the soft moan, Erestor whispered, “Glorfindel? Are you awake?” Biting his lower lip, he rubbed his bottom against Glorfindel again, feeling his husband move with him.
Glorfindel’s eyes slowly focused and he woke to find Erestor in his arms. “Hmmm…Good morning, my beautiful husband,” he whispered. He buried his head in Erestor’s neck and nibbled on the soft flesh behind a beautifully pointed ear, wondering if his husband would mind making love again. He felt like he couldn’t get enough of his dark lover.
Erestor moaned when Glorfindel’s lips found his neck and the warrior’s hand made circles on his stomach. Taking Glorfindel’s large hand in his own, he placed it on his straining member. “Please,” he whispered.
Glorfindel moaned as his hand wrapped around Erestor’s erection. His thumb coaxed heavy fluid from the tip, his fingers spreading it down the hard shaft, as he silently thanked the Valar that Erestor was as needful as he was. Leaning over his lover, he captured Erestor’s mouth, thrusting his tongue into the sweetness. When he was forced to lift his mouth to draw breath, he whispered, “Tell me what you want, my love.”
Erestor drew a sharp breath. “You…inside me…please. Take me…hard…just like this. Possess me. Oh, Valar,” Erestor whispered, “I have never felt so needy. I want you so badly, Glorfindel.”
Erestor’s words sent a shiver up Glorfindel’s spine and made his swollen length twitch. “Aye, love,” he whispered. “I need you too.” He slid his arm out from under Erestor and reached back for the phial of oil, quickly opening it with his thumb. When…if…they made it out of bed today, he was going to make sure the oil was in an open dish. Fumbling with the small bottle at times like this just was not going to do. Pouring the oil into his hand, he slicked himself first, moaning as his erection pulsed, then massaged gently around Erestor’s opening with his finger.
“Please, love…hurry. I want you now,” Erestor whispered. “Just take me.” He moaned as Glorfindel’s finger breached him, moving gently to stretch him. “Please…more,” he said softly, and was rewarded with a second finger joining the first to scissor and stretch. “Now…take me now,” he begged in a whisper. “Take me…take me…take me,” he said, over and over again, begging for the need burning inside of him to be satisfied. Glorfindel’s fingers stroked the hidden bundle of nerves deep inside, and he moaned as white lights flashed before his closed eyes.
Glorfindel pushed his arm under his lover again to grasp Erestor’s member, and pressed against him until he lay half on top of the slighter elf. The warrior’s swollen erection twitched when Erestor whimpered softly as Glorfindel withdrew his fingers, and he leaked thick fluid against the firm globes beneath him. Thanking the Valar that this incredible, loving, sexy, and beautiful elf was his spouse, he slowly pressed into Erestor’s pulsing channel.
Erestor groaned and moved his hips back, impaling himself on Glorfindel’s hardness with one fast thrust. “Oh, Valar, love...I love you. I love you. I love you,” he whispered. Erestor pushed his hips back again, telling Glorfindel to move.
Glorfindel nearly roared as Erestor pushed back, taking him in to the hilt. Whispering, “I love you,” before burying his head in Erestor’s neck and moving his tongue over the sweet flesh, he pulled nearly all the way out and thrust back in forcefully, knowing it was what his lover wanted. His hand tightened around Erestor’s erection and stroked.
Erestor’s head fell back against Glorfindel’s chest and he stretched his neck, offering himself up to his mate. Glorfindel was pummeling in and out of him, and with each stroke of his hidden spot he moaned Glorfindel’s name softly.
Sucking on Erestor’s neck, Glorfindel felt his climax approaching. Raising his head, he looked down at Erestor, determined to watch his beautiful husband. He wanted Erestor to come first…wanted to see his beautiful mate overcome with his completion…wanted to feel his hot channel pulse around him, drawing his own climax from him. “I’m so close, love. Come with me, my sweet baby.” He whispered. His thumb stroked the tip of his lover’s shaft, making Erestor moan and shiver.
Erestor moaned at Glorfindel’s words and touches. As his husband thrust deeply once more, he came hard, moaning Glorfindel’s name, his inner muscles clamping his lover’s shaft inside of him.
Glorfindel moaned Erestor’s name as warm seed spilled over his hand and his lover’s muscles clamped around him. Thrusting one last time, he buried himself deep within his mate and came harder than he ever remembered, his seed spurting again and again into the quivering channel. “Erestor, I love you, I love you,” he whispered, holding his mate closely and covering Erestor’s mouth with his own.
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. Um…Maybe a cold shower warning for this one.
Beta: Lady Mirfain
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 16
The twins knocked at their father’s door and waited for an answer. They had waited until the morning was well underway and Arwen had told them they could visit Melpomaen before coming. When Elrond’s soft voice called for them to enter, they quietly opened the door and crept into the bedroom. Elrond sat in the bed, leaning against the headboard and cradling Melpomaen in his arms. Mel ‘s eyes were red and swollen, as were his cheeks. He looked worse then anyone the young elves had ever seen, with the exception of wounded soldiers or men in the house of healing. Approaching cautiously, they knelt beside their father and his mate.
“We came to tell you how sorry we are, Ada Mel,” Elladan said quietly.
Mel just looked at them with sorrowful eyes as Elrond stroked his long hair.
“We are so sorry, Ada Mel. We never meant for you or Erestor to be hurt. We didn’t know. We promise we’ll never do anything like that again,” Elrohir said softly. He took one of Mel’s hands and kissed it. “Please forgive us.”
Mel continued to look at the twins for a long moment, and then finally spoke, his voice hoarse and raspy from hours of crying. “I do not wish to forgive you, but I will do so for your father’s sake. I will not add pain to his already broken heart. You have caused great grief and physical pain to the one I love most. Although you both still have my love, I am very angry with you.”
The twins nodded and bowed their heads. “We will accept whatever punishment you give to us,” Elladan said. “We know we deserve it.”
“My punishment then is this: I will give you no punishment,” Melpomaen said. “I will not assuage your guilt by wiping it away with some onerous chore. My punishment is for you always to remember to think of the consequences before you act, for now you will. And some day when you find the one you are meant to be with for all time you will truly understand what it is like to have the one you love hurt and to be the cause of that hurt.”
“Leave us now, my sons,” Elrond said. “Your Ada Mel needs to rest.”
The twins rose and kissed Mel’s brow, and then their father’s. “We love you, Ada Mel,” one twin said as the other echoed, “We love you, Ada.” They left the room with tears in their eyes.
Elrond held the cup of tea to Melpomaen’s lips. “Drink, my love. It will ease your throat.” After Mel took a few sips, he set the tea aside. “Is there anything else you need, my dearest love?”
Melpomaen shook his head. “Only you. Just hold me. I am so very tired.”
“Are you comfortable like this, love, or would you like to lie down on the bed?”
“Like this,” Mel whispered against Elrond’s chest. “Just hold me and never let me go.”
“Always, my love. Always. I love you so very much, my sweet little Mel. Rest, my love. You are safe in my arms and I will never let you go,” Elrond whispered. “My sweet husband, I love you so much.”
“Will you kiss me?” Melpomaen asked. Elrond’s lips descended gently on his, and when Mel slowly opened to him and deepened the kiss, it was the sweetest, most loving kiss they had ever shared.
~~~Meanwhile, back at the cottage…
Erestor pressed himself closer to Glorfindel. The councilor was awake, his back against the warrior’s chest, and Glorfindel’s arms wrapped around him. He didn’t want to wake Glorfindel, but he just wanted him so badly. His husband sported a morning erection, and Erestor could feel it against his backside. He rubbed his bottom against his husband, suppressing a moan, as his own erection pulsed for attention, dripping against his abdomen.
Glorfindel moaned softly, smiling in his sleep. Erestor was rubbing against him, and it felt so good. His arms tightened around his mate as he unconsciously rubbed his hardness against Erestor’s bottom.
Hearing the soft moan, Erestor whispered, “Glorfindel? Are you awake?” Biting his lower lip, he rubbed his bottom against Glorfindel again, feeling his husband move with him.
Glorfindel’s eyes slowly focused and he woke to find Erestor in his arms. “Hmmm…Good morning, my beautiful husband,” he whispered. He buried his head in Erestor’s neck and nibbled on the soft flesh behind a beautifully pointed ear, wondering if his husband would mind making love again. He felt like he couldn’t get enough of his dark lover.
Erestor moaned when Glorfindel’s lips found his neck and the warrior’s hand made circles on his stomach. Taking Glorfindel’s large hand in his own, he placed it on his straining member. “Please,” he whispered.
Glorfindel moaned as his hand wrapped around Erestor’s erection. His thumb coaxed heavy fluid from the tip, his fingers spreading it down the hard shaft, as he silently thanked the Valar that Erestor was as needful as he was. Leaning over his lover, he captured Erestor’s mouth, thrusting his tongue into the sweetness. When he was forced to lift his mouth to draw breath, he whispered, “Tell me what you want, my love.”
Erestor drew a sharp breath. “You…inside me…please. Take me…hard…just like this. Possess me. Oh, Valar,” Erestor whispered, “I have never felt so needy. I want you so badly, Glorfindel.”
Erestor’s words sent a shiver up Glorfindel’s spine and made his swollen length twitch. “Aye, love,” he whispered. “I need you too.” He slid his arm out from under Erestor and reached back for the phial of oil, quickly opening it with his thumb. When…if…they made it out of bed today, he was going to make sure the oil was in an open dish. Fumbling with the small bottle at times like this just was not going to do. Pouring the oil into his hand, he slicked himself first, moaning as his erection pulsed, then massaged gently around Erestor’s opening with his finger.
“Please, love…hurry. I want you now,” Erestor whispered. “Just take me.” He moaned as Glorfindel’s finger breached him, moving gently to stretch him. “Please…more,” he said softly, and was rewarded with a second finger joining the first to scissor and stretch. “Now…take me now,” he begged in a whisper. “Take me…take me…take me,” he said, over and over again, begging for the need burning inside of him to be satisfied. Glorfindel’s fingers stroked the hidden bundle of nerves deep inside, and he moaned as white lights flashed before his closed eyes.
Glorfindel pushed his arm under his lover again to grasp Erestor’s member, and pressed against him until he lay half on top of the slighter elf. The warrior’s swollen erection twitched when Erestor whimpered softly as Glorfindel withdrew his fingers, and he leaked thick fluid against the firm globes beneath him. Thanking the Valar that this incredible, loving, sexy, and beautiful elf was his spouse, he slowly pressed into Erestor’s pulsing channel.
Erestor groaned and moved his hips back, impaling himself on Glorfindel’s hardness with one fast thrust. “Oh, Valar, love...I love you. I love you. I love you,” he whispered. Erestor pushed his hips back again, telling Glorfindel to move.
Glorfindel nearly roared as Erestor pushed back, taking him in to the hilt. Whispering, “I love you,” before burying his head in Erestor’s neck and moving his tongue over the sweet flesh, he pulled nearly all the way out and thrust back in forcefully, knowing it was what his lover wanted. His hand tightened around Erestor’s erection and stroked.
Erestor’s head fell back against Glorfindel’s chest and he stretched his neck, offering himself up to his mate. Glorfindel was pummeling in and out of him, and with each stroke of his hidden spot he moaned Glorfindel’s name softly.
Sucking on Erestor’s neck, Glorfindel felt his climax approaching. Raising his head, he looked down at Erestor, determined to watch his beautiful husband. He wanted Erestor to come first…wanted to see his beautiful mate overcome with his completion…wanted to feel his hot channel pulse around him, drawing his own climax from him. “I’m so close, love. Come with me, my sweet baby.” He whispered. His thumb stroked the tip of his lover’s shaft, making Erestor moan and shiver.
Erestor moaned at Glorfindel’s words and touches. As his husband thrust deeply once more, he came hard, moaning Glorfindel’s name, his inner muscles clamping his lover’s shaft inside of him.
Glorfindel moaned Erestor’s name as warm seed spilled over his hand and his lover’s muscles clamped around him. Thrusting one last time, he buried himself deep within his mate and came harder than he ever remembered, his seed spurting again and again into the quivering channel. “Erestor, I love you, I love you,” he whispered, holding his mate closely and covering Erestor’s mouth with his own.
Tbc……