Erestor's Gift

Title: Erestor’s Gift (18/?)
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.
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.
~~ Mind speaking ~~

Chapter 18

Erestor and Glorfindel lay in a large hammock tied between two trees. Their fish had been caught and cleaned, and was waiting in the kitchen along side fresh vegetables for their dinner. After cleaning the fish, they had bathed again, dressed comfortably in loose shirts and leggings, and headed out to the garden.

Erestor’s was reading aloud from a book he held, his sweet, deep voice weaving an enchanting spell around Glorfindel. Holding Erestor in his arms, the warrior barely heard the words, so caught up was he in the voice of his beloved. It seemed that hourly he had fallen in love with his beautiful, dark elf all over again, each time more in love than the last, until he felt like he was filled with nothing but his precious husband. His hands moved gently over Erestor’s chest and arms, the thin shirt allowing him to feel the warmth of his mate’s skin.

Erestor read the words of the poem without comprehension, his whole being focused on Glorfindel’s arms around him, the chin resting on his head, and the warm hands moving over his chest. A hundred times during the day his love for the golden warrior had grown. With each smile, each endearment, each soft kiss or gentle touch, he loved Glorfindel more.

~~I love you so much, Erestor.~~

“Hmmm? Did you say something, Glorfindel?” Erestor looked up into the shining blue eyes and smiled.

“Nay, love. Keep reading. I love listening to your voice.”

Erestor nodded and resumed reading. ~~I love you, Glorfindel. Why am I reading this poem? All I can think about is how much I love you and how I could be kissing you instead of reading.~~

Over the words Erestor read, Glorfindel heard the words he thought. He smiled and held his husband tighter. ~~Then put the book down, my love, and kiss me.~~

Erestor stopped reading abruptly and turned his head to look at Glorfindel in astonishment. “Glorfindel?”

~~Aye, love, I heard you.~~

Erestor closed the book and dropped it over the side of the hammock. Rolling over in Glorfindel’s arms, he claimed his husband’s mouth and wove his fingers through the golden mane. Through the soft leggings they wore he could feel Glorfindel’s hardness pressing against his own, and he moaned into the kiss. ~~I love you, Glorfindel. I love you.~~

~~I love you, my Erestor.~~ Forced apart for breath, Glorfindel whispered huskily, “Sweet Elbereth, how I love you, Erestor. All I can think of is making love to you again, being inside of you. I want you so badly. Dear Valar, I cannot get enough of you. I love you so much.”

Erestor nearly attacked his husband’s mouth, thrusting his tongue deeply into the warrior’s sweetness. ~~I love you. I love you. I will never have enough of you. I love feeling you inside of me. I want you, Glorfindel.~~

Glorfindel groaned and reluctantly tore his lips from Erestor’s. “We have no oil here, love,” he panted. “We have to go back inside.”

The councilor rolled off the hammock onto his feet and pulled Glorfindel up by the hand. “From now on we bring a bottle of oil with us wherever we are,” Erestor panted.

The two elves ran across the garden and into the cottage. By the time they reached the bedroom one shirt lay forgotten on a rosebush, and the other on the steps. One pair of leggings was draped over a chair, and the other simply dropped on the floor.


~At the Last Homely House~

“But Lindir, I don’t know what to do with these,” the eldest twin whined.

“Then I suggest you learn, young Elladan, if you wish to help your father and Melpomaen.” Lindir smiled at the two brothers seated at their father’s desk. They had come to him asking what they could do to help their father. “We will start by sorting all this out,” he said, indicating the stacks of paper. “Dispatches from our patrols are important, and must be reviewed for any problems that require action to be taken. We need to find those first, as they are the most important.”

Elrohir and Elladan began leafing through the stacks of paper and soon had all the dispatches together. The three elves began reading. All were reports of no unusual activity.

“Now we sort through the rest,” Lindir said. Stack any requests for trade agreements together; they can wait for Erestor’s return. We will read any communications from other realms and any letters from our own people to see if there is anything important that must be handled immediately.”

The twins carefully read every missive, stopping to ask Lindir when they were unsure of what to do with it.

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Arwen knocked softly on her father’s door, and hearing no answer silently opened it and motioned for the house servant to leave the tray on a table. When the other elf had left, she crept into Elrond’s bedroom and found her father still resting on the bed with Melpomaen in his arms. Both were asleep. She gently shook her father’s shoulder. “Ada…I am sorry to wake you, but you both must eat something,” she whispered. “There is a tray on the table and I have brewed more tea for Ada Mel.”

Elrond’s eyes regained focus and he smiled up at his daughter. “Thank you, little one.”

“Is there anything else you need, Ada?”

“Nothing. Thank you.”

“All right, Ada. Do you want me to come back later?”

“I don’t think you need to, love. You go and enjoy yourself tonight.”

Arwen smiled and kissed her father’s brow. “Good night, Ada.”

“Good night, little one.”

When Arwen was gone, Elrond smiled down at Mel in his arms. “Mel, my love,” he said softly, stroking his mate’s hair. “It is time to wake up, beloved. You must eat.”

Melpomaen mumbled and slowly woke. “Elrond?”

“Aye, love. How do you feel?”

“I am thirsty and I need to relieve myself, but my head feels better. I think. And I’m hungry.”

Elrond reached for the glass of water sitting on the bed stand. “Water first?”

Melpomaen nodded, then took the glass and emptied it. “Thank you.”

“Let’s get you up and see if you can walk, love,” Elrond said.

With Elrond’s help, Melpomaen was able to get up, but once he stood beside the bed a wave of dizziness hit him.

“Easy, my love. You have not been up for some time. Just tell me when you are ready to move, and I will help you.” Elrond supported his husband with an arm around his waist, but he did not want to carry Melpomaen. The effect of the herb was wearing off, and coddling his mate would only delay his recovery.

After a few moments Melpomaen said, “I am all right now. I think I can walk.” They slowly made their way into the bathroom. When he had finished relieving himself and washed, Mel said, “I am so sorry you have to do this, Elrond. I am a nuisance.”

“You will never be a nuisance, love, and you have nothing to be sorry for. Mel, look at me?” Elrond asked quietly. When Melpomaen looked up, Elrond said gently, “You are my husband. I love you with all my heart. None of this was your fault, beloved. All I want is for you to be well again. Never doubt how very much I love you.”

Melpomaen wrapped his arms around his husband and rested his head on Elrond’s chest. “I love you so much, Elrond. I have loved you for so long, and my….heart….is sad when I think of how much I hurt you.” He lifted his head and looked into Elrond’s eyes. “Are you still in pain, my love?”

“Nay, love. It is better. Although I do not believe I will let my sons know that quite yet.”

Mel nodded and his eyes landed on the large bathtub. “Oh, I would love a bath. Can we have a bath after we eat, please Elrond?”

“Of course, my love.” Elrond smiled down at his mate. Melpomaen was still being to submissive; far from his normal self yet. “Come to the table, my love, and we will eat and then have our bath.” Keeping his arm around his husband, Elrond led him to the table.

When Mel sat in his chair the smells from their dinner tray nearly had him drooling. “Oh, that smells so good, and I am so hungry!”

“As am I, love.” Elrond uncovered the dishes on the tray and revealed a rich meat dish, vegetables, fruit, cheese and pastries. “Oh, this looks wonderful.” He prepared their plates then sat down next to Mel instead of across the table from him. Both elves ate ravenously, and Elrond served his husband more of the tea that would help him recover.

When their meal was finished Elrond set the tray outside of the door. “Come, love, let us have our bath.”

Melpomaen was feeling better after the meal and was able to easily stand and walk to the bathroom on his own, but was grateful for Elrond’s arm around his waist regardless. When they reached the bath he waited as Elrond opened the taps to fill the huge tub and added calming lavender oil.

“Shall I help you with your robe, love?” Elrond asked seeing his mate standing and waiting for him. Mel looked almost lost. He opened his arms. “Come to me, my husband.”

The smaller elf nearly threw himself into Elrond’s arms, aching for the comfort those arms offered. “I love you so much, Elrond. So very much.”

“As I love you, my Mel.” Elrond bowed his head and kissed his mate hungrily, moaning as Melpomaen threw his arms around his husband’s neck drawing him closer. It was time to show his little Mel just how much he was loved.

Melpomaen was suddenly filled with desire as Elrond kissed him. This was his friend, his lover, and his husband. Elrond loved him. Elrond had said it wasn’t his fault. Elrond still loved him and wanted him. Long, nimble fingers were unbuttoning his night robe, and moments later were moving over his skin, caressing it. “Please, Elrond. Please,” he whispered huskily.

“Tell me what you desire, my heart,” Elrond whispered as his tongue ghosted over a shapely ear.

“Please…I need you. Will you….make love to me?”

“Aye, love. Oh, Mel, I want you…I need you,” Elrond said. He quickly stripped, then grabbed a bottle of heavy oil that would still be effective in the water off of a shelf. “Come and let me love you, my beautiful Mel.” Melpomaen’s breathing was heavy as Elrond led him to the bath and they stepped in. Elrond turned off the taps, then sat on a ledge and drew Mel onto his lap, chest to chest, and the smaller elf’s legs wrapped around his waist, bringing their straining members together. His large hand wrapped around both of their erections and stroked, and he grew even harder. “Oh, love, see what you do to me,” Elrond moaned as he captured his mate’s mouth with his own, thrusting his tongue into the sweetness.

Melpomaen moaned into Elrond’s mouth as his hips moved to thrust his hardened length into his husband’s hand. He tore his mouth from Elrond’s. “Please….I want you inside of me.”

Elrond reached for the bottle of heavy oil he had placed along side the tub and popped the cork out with his thumb. Tipping the bottle, he coated his fingers then moved his hand under the water. If his hurried preparation of his lover was less than gentle, neither elf cared. It was what they both needed.

Melpomaen took the bottle of oil and coated his hands, then Elrond’s large shaft. Lifting his hips, he aligned his mate’s engorged member and slowly sank down on it.

Elrond cried out his husband’s name as Melpomaen moaned and took his length in to the hilt. The little elf was panting heavily, and Elrond remained immobile, allowing Mel to adjust to his size. “Oh, my sweet, are you all right?” Elrond asked softly, stroking his lover’s thighs.

The only response was a nod and a soft smile before Melpomean sought Elrond’s mouth, his tongue luring his husband’s into his mouth and sucking on it.

Elrond groaned into his lover’s mouth as Mel’s hips began to rotate, driving his shaft in even deeper.

Releasing Elrond’s mouth, Melpomaen buried his head in his husband’s neck. Using his arms around Elrond’s neck for leverage, he slowly lifted himself and sank back down on the hard shaft, releasing a soft wail as it pushed against his hidden bundle of nerves. Elrond felt so good inside of him, and he set a slow pace, wanting it to last.

Elrond supported Mel’s hips with his hands. “Oh, Mel….so good. Oh….I love you, my sweet Mel,” he whispered, thrusting up into his mate.

Tbc,,,,,,,