Many Blessings

Thanks so much Daeomae *huggles*

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Title: Many Blessings (17/?)
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 17


For what seemed like the hundredth time, Melpomaen ran his hands over his hair and then down to smooth his robes, making sure nothing was out of place when suddenly his hands were slapped away. “Ow!” the Scribe exclaimed as he shook his hands.

“Well, then stop messing with your hair and robes!” Erestor huffed. “Are you trying to undo my work?!?”

Melpomaen tried his best to stand still and said, “I am sorry. It is just that I am nervous. I cannot seem to stop fidgeting.”

Erestor finished weaving Mel’s hair into the mithril circlet before saying, “What have you to be nervous for? You should be excited. This is your bonding day.”

Mel blushed brightly as he stammered, “Well, it is just…well, that is we have not…”

Erestor frowned for a moment until he realized why his meldir (m. friend) was so nervous. “You and Sídhon have not been together yet, have you?”

If it were possible, Melpomaen’s face turned even redder as he looked down at his hands, “No, we have not. At first, we were waiting until we told Istuion, to make sure that he accepted our relationship. Then the few days afterwards, we spent time with Istuion and it just did not seem the right time.”

Erestor took Mel’s hands in his and spoke softly, “And then you asked that you two wait for tonight.” When Melpomaen looked up at him and nodded, he smiled at him. Erestor now knew why Sídhon had come to him, asking for his help for procuring him a special honeymoon suite. The Advisor had put extra care in the preparations of the chambers, and now he was very happy that he did. “Ai (Ah), penneth nín (my young one). I think it is wonderful. It will make today all the sweeter for the two of you.”

Melpomaen smiled as he said, “I am so happy that you are here with me to celebrate today.”

Erestor started to call him penneth once again but stopped, “Aiya, I should not call you that now. You are going to be mated soon and you are an Adar (Father), too! I am so very happy for you, so very proud.”

Mel gasped as Erestor’s eyes filled with tears. “Oh, do not cry Erestor. Saes (Please), I did not mean to make you cry,” he said as tears filled his own eyes.

Erestor sniffled, “Do not mind this pregnant, emotional ellon (m. elf). I fear I will let loose many more tears before this day is through.” Not able to help himself, the Advisor pulled Melpomaen into a tight embrace, both of them now crying and clinging to each other.

That was when Glorfindel came into the chamber. “Melui (Sweet), Mel, you two, you are going to make yourselves a mess if you keep crying and hugging like that!” the Slayer exclaimed.

Erestor and Melpomaen looked at each other then broke out into a fit of laughter, totally perplexing Glorfindel. Wiping at each others tears, they soon righted themselves and turn to look at Glorfindel. “Meleth (Love), we are ready,” Erestor said as he kissed his mate’s cheek.

Glorfindel pulled Erestor in for a brief kiss before saying, “That is good because Sídhon is about to wear a path in the ground with all his pacing. Not to mention Istuion is getting quite irritated at trying to keep his Ada (Daddy) standing still.”

The three of them made their way to the double doors that led out to one of the gardens behind the Last Homely House. Glorfindel entered first, taking position in the front row. All eyes turned to stare in awe at the two radiant ellyn (pl. m. elf) that stood at the entrance into the garden. A glow surrounded the two, one from the life that grew inside him and the other with the love and happiness that filled his heart and faer (soul).

Melpomaen’s heart lurched as he saw the beauty of the garden, smiling at Arwen, knowing that she had been the one that took charge of the preparations. His eyes drifted over the audience and he smiled with happiness at all his friends. When his gaze reached the ellon that stood staring back at him with tears of joy in his eyes, it was as if everything and everyone faded away, until there was only Sídhon. Mel could not say how he got there, but suddenly he was standing before his future mate, his hand being placed into Sídhon’s. Melpomaen turned and impulsively kissed Erestor’s cheek before he looked once more into Sídhon’s eyes.

When Melpomaen had appeared at the entrance to the garden, it was as if time had stopped for Sídhon. He had not thought it was possible, but Mel looked even more handsome to him, and his heart felt almost bursting with love. When Melpomaen’s hand was put in his, he felt a tingle go up his arm, straight to his heart, and he leaned forward, whispering, “You look so beautiful, Mel nín.”

Melpomaen blushed and breathed, “So do you, meleth nín.”

Lord Elrond presided over the ceremony, binding the two ellyn together forever more. Vows of love and devotion were said by each of the hervinn (husbands) and the love that filled the garden caused many in the audience to dab their eyes as tears threatened to fall. When finally the ceremony was brought to a close and the newly bound mates sealed their union with a kiss, shouts of joy and congratulation filled the air, barely registered by the kissing ellyn.

Normally Melpomaen was shy around so many others, especially being the center of attention, but he could not pull himself away from his new hervenn’s (husband’s) lips. It took Erestor laughing about being quite famished that he was nigh to passing out, that made Mel release his hold on Sídhon and he buried his face in his mate’s chest, now remembering where they were and all the eyes upon them.

Sídhon chuckled as he swung Melpomaen up in his arms and swerved around, kissing him briefly before carrying his mate to the other side of the garden where tables were set, awaiting them so they could sit and feast. “Mela le (I love you), hervenn nín,” Sídhon said as he brought Melpomaen to stand on his feet.

Mel smiled as he caressed Sídhon’s cheek, “Hervenn nín…mela le.”

Feasting, drinking and dancing ensued well into the evening. Many toasts were given to the happy couple until finally Melpomaen’s head felt fuzzy with the affects of the heady brew he was imbibing. As if sensing the Scribe’s state, Erestor stood and cleared his throat, garnering everyone’s attention. Raising his goblet he said, “I wish to offer the final toast for the evening. Melpomaen, you are just like a muindor (brother) to me and it fills my heart with joy to see you so happy. Sídhon, I could not ask for a nobler mate for my dearest Mel. To Melpomaen and Sídhon!”

Cheers resounded through the garden and turned to gasps as a plethora of butterflies winged their way around the glowing couple. They fluttered around Melpomaen and Sídhon for nearly a minute before disappearing back the way they came. Mel quickly looked to Erestor and smiled when he saw his meldir glowing, and then his attention was brought back to his hervenn, who took his hand and stood, pulling him to his feet.

Sídhon smiled at everyone as he drew Melpomaen into his arms. “Hannon le (Thank you), everyone for making this a perfect day, but now if you will excuse us, we shall retire for the night,” Sídhon said, and then led Mel into the Last Homely House.

Melpomaen sighed when Sídhon put his arm about him and drew him close to his side as they made their way up the stairs to the second floor. When they turned left instead of right, Mel frowned and asked, “Where are you leading me, meleth?”

Sídhon brought Melpomaen’s hand to his lips before saying, “I am leading you to our honeymoon suite. I had Erestor help with the arrangements. I wanted tonight to be special. And I will openly admit that I told Erestor that we would not be seen for a few days.” Melpomaen blushed at that and Sídhon kissed his new mate’s head and quickened their pace, eager to get to their destination.

Finally Sídhon brought them to a stop in front of one of the quest chambers. The fact that this particular guest wing was almost empty did not elude Mel, but that thought flew from his mind when he was swung up into his hervenn’s arms and carried into a candlelit chamber. When Sídhon put him down, he stared in awe at the beauty of the room. Vases of flowers were everywhere, along with scented candles, creating an intoxicating aroma that filled the air. A roaring fire was burning in the fireplace and before the hearth pillows were arranged on the floor along with two large leather wingback chairs. Burgundy velvet curtains adorned the windows with golden tassels. A table laden with fruit, cheeses, and other various foods was set near the doors that led out to a balcony that looked out to a massive waterfall. When his gaze fell to the plush bed, draped in a golden satin coverlet with burgundy silk sheets, Melpomaen’s heartbeat quickened as desire filled him.

Sídhon turned Melpomaen towards him and he pressed his lips to his, deepening the kiss when his hervenn wound his arms around his neck. Kissing his way to a delicate ear, Sídhon whispered, “I want to make love to you beloved, so very much.”

Melpomaen shivered and he moaned as Sídhon nibbled on his earlobe. Pressing up against Sídhon, he let his hervenn feel his need for him, and he soon found himself being pressed back onto the bed. Mel arched up as his collarbone was bared and the feel of Sídhon’s mouth upon his flesh made him gasp, “Sídhon, saes, I need to feel your skin on mine.”

Sídhon did not need further encouragement, and he soon had their clothing flung to the floor and he gazed at his mate’s flushed body. “So beautiful…”

Melpomaen stared up into his hervenn’s eyes and he whispered, “Love me, Sídhon. I have waited long enough for you. I need you inside me, claiming me.”

Tears filled Sídhon’s eyes and he leaned down and captured Mel’s lips before trailing kisses down his hervenn’s chest, to a dusky nipple. Gently suckling first one, then the other nipple, he reached for a vial of oil that lay on the bedside table. Sídhon moved lower, applying sweet kisses as he went. Gazing up, he smiled at Mel before lowering his head, taking the tip of his meleth’s arousal into in mouth. The first taste of his hervenn nearly drew Sídhon’s orgasm from him, and he had to will his body to relax, wanting to take his time loving Mel. Slowly he swallowed his mate’s elfhood over and over while he stretched and prepared Melpomaen, wanting there to be as little pain as possible. By the time he was ready, Mel was writhing beneath him. Sídhon kissed his way back up his melethron’s (lover’s) body. Looking deeply into honey brown eyes, Sídhon brought Mel’s knees up and he slowly pushed inside his hervenn’s welcoming body, causing them both to moan out their pleasure.

Tears of joy filled Melpomaen’s eyes as finally Sídhon was seated fully inside him and he wrapped his legs and arms around his hervenn. It seemed as if time slowed for Melpomaen and at that moment all he could feel was Sídhon thrusting inside him, making him complete. They moved together, kissing and caressing, as their bodies strained to find that pinnacle that would set them soaring in euphoria. It did not take long to push them passed that peak, and they cried out each other’s name, clinging together as aftershocks of pleasure coursed through them.

Sídhon reluctantly withdrew from Melpomaen’s body and rolled onto his side, pulling his hervenn into his arms. Kissing the top of Mel’s head, he whispered, “Mela le.”

Melpomaen struggled to stay awake, but soon felt reverie claiming him. As he felt a blanket being drawn over him, he mumbled, “Mela le…”

Sídhon sighed as he covered them both, feeling peace and contentment fill his heart and faer for the first time in his life. A single tear made its way down his cheek as happiness filled him and he soon followed his hervenn in reverie.

TBC