House and Home Series

Title: House and Home Series~Bigger Boat
Fandom: LoTR
Author: Lynsey
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Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Ficlet
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: G
Warnings: Hermaphrodite, fluff
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: There are times when you realize that you need a bigger boat.
A/N: In response to prompt: Erestor/Glorfindel - moving; Erestor gets Glorfindel pregnant and they leave their suite in the last homely house to settle in their new cottage.

Not quite what the prompt wanted, but close.

“I truly do not know how you are doing this, old friend,” Elrond commented as he walked down the halls with Erestor. The bigger elf looked like a hulking, terrifying shadow in his battle gear. He had just returned from a short stint on the borders, hunting orc and bandits. He hadn’t been gone long, just two weeks, but already he felt like he had missed too much.

Erestor shrugged and lengthened his strides towards the apartment he shared with his husband and two children. Elrond almost had to jog to keep up with Erestor’s long-legged walk. “I guess we thought it would have been much too soon for him to conceive again.” He shook stray strands of hair out of his face in annoyance.

“Apparently, you both underestimated your fertility,” Elrond said dryly. “I’ve had Arwen helping with the girls. Glorfindel’s been so nauseous the last several days he could hardly to anything do help himself, let alone two small elflings.”

Erestor frowned sharply as they turned a corner. “He wasn’t sick at all for the last two.”

“Two in two years! And it hasn’t even been four years since the last one was born. Despite what…your family went through,” Elrond shook his head at the remembered brood, “It is not normal for an elf to have so many children so close together. Celebrían and I were not even ready for Arwen when she came along a few centuries after her brothers.”

Erestor pressed his lips into a grim line. He hadn’t really thought about that. Come to think of it, most elven families only had one child. Elrond’s three was uncommon. The nearly a dozen that was his family was utterly unheard of.

They rounded the last corner and Erestor wanted to fling open the door and storm inside. However, he took a deep breath with his hand on the knob. Slowly, he twisted the knob and went inside. Arwen was in the small common room with the two girls. Toys and craft projects spilled over what seemed like every surface. At the moment, they were playing with a set of dolls.

They looked up as Erestor entered, both elflings squealing with delight and immediately dropping their toys.

“Ada!” they both cried, barreling toward him.

He caught them both, one in each arm, and spun around quickly. They shrieked in glee, leaning back to watch the world twirl around them. He stopped when he felt dizzy, dropping his precious armload to the ground. They immediately attached themselves to his legs, babbling about everything that had happened while he’d been gone.

“So much for playing quietly,” Arwen said with a wry twist to her mouth.

“Quietly?” Erestor was puzzled. They never really had to enforce quiet on their elflings. They were usually pretty calm on their own.

“To not disturb their Ama,” she elaborated, looking at him as if he should already know that.

And he should of. He winced, remembering that he had just made the girls shriek and giggle hysterically.

“It’s alright,” said a soft voice in the direction of the hallway that led to the bedrooms. Erestor sheepishly looked at his husband who stood wrapped in a large robe (probably Erestor’s own) and looking tired and a little green around the edges. “I was awake already anyway,” he assured his husband.

Erestor advanced on Glorfindel, the elflings still wrapped around his legs not impeding his steps at all. He gently embraced the small, golden doll of an elf. “I’m sorry you had to find out while I was gone,” he murmured.

Glorfindel sighed. “It’s not like one can pick when you find out. It just had to happen in a fit of projectile vomit and a moment of epiphany.” The blond pulled back and winked tiredly. “By the way, we are not eating eggs until after the baby is born.”

“Understood,” Erestor nodded.

“Here,” Arwen said, “let me get the girls ready for bed for you,” to which the elflings immediately began to protest. “Tut tut,” Arwen scolded, “it’s dark outside and you’ve already been up too late waiting for your Ada to come home. Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed so you can have a story.”

The word ‘story’ was the deciding factor. Both girls leaned up to kiss their Ada as he leaned down then followed ‘Auntie’ Arwen to the bedroom they shared.

The only other bedroom besides Erestor and Glorfindel’s own.

“Elrond, my friend,” Erestor sighed as he turned to the gently smiling Lord, “I think we need a bigger boat.”

Glorfindel nodded and touched his still very much taut stomach. “At the rate we’re going, we’ll need an entire castle to hold all these little ones,” he muttered, but the soft smile on his face took out any sting in the words.

“I believe something can be arranged. There are not any apartments bigger than this available within the House, but we can probably fix up one of the older cottages rather quickly in time for you to move in before the newest addition is born.”

Glorfindel smiled brightly. “One of the stone ones by the river?” he sighed happily. “That would be wonderful.”

Elrond nodded in acquiescence. “Whatever would please you. There are a few available to look through, so you pick which you think will fit your family…or the size of it best,” he teased.

Erestor made a dismissive gesture and a goofy smile. “You’re just jealous that I can breed my own army,” he teased back.

“Speaking of armies, just you wait till you hear what your daughter,” which usually meant Pearl, “did while you were gone…”

END

Ama-elven word I made up for a hermaphrodite parent.