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Chapter 18
Thank you Memorietrail!
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Title: Shadows of The Past (18/?)
Author: Janalynn27
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, Rape, Non-con, 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: Glorfindel uses Erestor as a shield to say no to a suitor and Erestor is tormented by the past.
Timeline: Early TA
Feedback: It is greatly appreciated
Author's note: Okay, I know Greenwood the Great wasn't called Mirkwood until about 1050 TA but in my story it is already called Mirkwood. The twins are around 22 yrs. old which is about 8 human yrs. old and Lindir is around 29 yrs old which is about 10 human yrs. old.
Chapter 18
Glorfindel stood at the counter in the kitchen watching Erestor sit before the fire reading a book. He thought over the past couple of weeks since they had become even closer and how much Erestor had healed. Even though Erestor still had times where the chill seemed to bother him, he was vastly improving. His moods were less erratic and he seemed to glow from the inside a little more each day. Moving to the sink, Glorfindel washed the few dishes that were left from dinner and thought hard over what he had decided this afternoon. The two of them had pleasured each other over these last couple of weeks, but they had yet to cross that final threshold. Glorfindel could see the need in Erestor’s eyes, the need to be as close as lovers could be, but still he held himself back. He knew that Erestor was not ready to accept his body in his, to give over his control, but Glorfindel was more than ready to let his melethron (m. lover) take him. Erestor seemed at a stand still, and Glorfindel had waited these last few nights for him to speak of his need, but he had not. Glorfindel would take that step for them, and now was the time.
Taking a deep breath, Glorfindel dried his hands then made his way to stand before Erestor. He just hoped that he was not making the wrong choice and that Erestor would not deny him. His faer (soul) longed for Erestor’s just as much as his melethron’s did. He wanted this with every breath in his body.
Erestor looked up at Glorfindel and frowned when his book was taken out of his hands and set aside. When the Elda took him by the hands and brought him to his feet, Erestor was about to question him when Glorfindel kissed him. When Glorfindel put his arms around Erestor’s waist and drew him closer, the Advisor moaned into the kiss and wound his arms around his melethron’s neck. Finally when Glorfindel pulled back from the kiss, Erestor stared in awe at the love he saw shining from those indigo eyes. Not able to contain his feelings, he breathed, “I love you, Fin.”
Glorfindel brought his hand up to caress Erestor’s cheek as he said, “I love you more than I ever thought possible.”
Erestor blinked back tears as he was swung up into Glorfindel’s arms and carried into the bedchamber. When they reached the bed, Glorfindel lowered him to his feet, letting his body slide down his. Slowly his melethron undressed him, kissing his body as he went. By the time he was bared, Erestor was breathing heavily, desire pooling in his groin. When Glorfindel’s clothes made their way to join his onto the floor, he furrowed his brow when Glorfindel put a vial of oil in his hand and lay upon his back on the mattress, staring intently up at him.
Glorfindel looked deeply into Erestor’s eyes and said, “Meleth (Love), I know that you are not ready to accept my body into yours. But I see the need in your eyes, the same need that resides in me. I love you, I need you. I want you to take me. Fill me and let me feel your love.”
Erestor searched Glorfindel’s eyes and saw the desperate need in them, the need to be one. He had longed for this but he knew that he was not ready to be on the receiving end of their loving, at least not yet. But he had been reluctant to express his desire, thinking that Glorfindel had given enough of himself. Now he knew that this was what they both needed. They were mates, their faer longed to be one, and he felt almost giddy with the love that welled up inside his breast for this golden warrior that stared up at him with such fiery passion blazing in his eyes.
Glorfindel moaned as Erestor fell upon him, crushing his lips to his. They kissed passionately, their bodies straining to touch all of the other’s. When he felt Erestor’s finger breach him, he threw back his head, arching up to meet the questing fingers. By the time that he was stretched and ready, Glorfindel was trembling with need and hissed, “Es, saes (please). I am ready.”
It was like a wildfire burning through his veins, the desire he felt for Glorfindel, and Erestor was quickly giving in to it. He felt his heartbeat trying to match that of Glorfindel’s and when he slowly sank into his melethron’s welcoming body, they both cried out as shockwaves pulsed through one and into the other. Erestor stared down into Glorfindel’s eyes as he started to thrust slowly into the Elda’s tight passage. Soon they moved with more speed, matching each other’s thrust, striving for that pinnacle where they would dance together in a blinding light that would bind them together forever. Gasps and moans filled the chamber until suddenly they fell off the cliff together, crying out each other’s name.
Glorfindel wrapped his arms tightly around Erestor when he collapsed on top of him, and he held his trembling mate, whispering words of love and devotion. When Erestor slowly withdrew from his body, he almost cried out in denial, but contented himself with holding him to his side.
They lay there, basking in the afterglow of their love until finally Erestor spoke, “I am yours now, always. Someday, Fin, someday I will be healed completely…”
Glorfindel threaded his fingers through Erestor’s hair and pulled back gently so he could look into his meleth’s eyes and said, “I know, beloved. This is enough for now. I love you, always.”
Erestor smiled as he pressed his lips to Glorfindel’s then snuggled into his embrace, falling asleep to the steady rhythm of his mate’s heart.
Erestor stepped off the porch, his bare feet making tracks in the snow, and looked about him at the snow covered trees that glistened in Ithil’s light. It was a passing thought that he did not feel cold, but something seemed to draw him forward, and that was when he saw an ellon (m. elf) standing near the stream. As Erestor approached the mysterious ellon, his heart started to race until it felt as if it were going to beat right out of his chest. When he was but a few feet from the ellon, he gasped as he turned to face him, “Gelduron…”
Gelduron gazed at Erestor, drinking in the vision of his most precious meldir (m. friend). He noted that time had not diminish his beauty, only made him more exquisite. He knew that he had not very long, so he reached out and gently caressed Erestor’s pale cheek. “How I have missed you, mellon nín (my friend).”
A tear fell down Erestor’s cheek to splash on the back of Gelduron’s hand and he asked, “But how…how can this be? How are you here?”
Gelduron smiled as he lowered his arm back to his side and replied, “It is time for you to fully heal, Erestor, and it is time that I finally find my rest.” When Erestor furrowed his brow, confused, Gelduron continued, “My faer could not find peace while you were still suffering. I could not leave you completely, though you did not know that I was there.”
Erestor swayed as that knowledge registered and he cried, “You were suffering all this time because of me?!?”
Gelduron quickly grabbed Erestor’s hands and said, “No, meldir, I was not. But neither could I find contentment and let my faer be reborn until you were hale once more. Lord Námo told me when Lord Glorfindel was returned that he was for you. I waited, knowing that if anyone deserved you, he would be worthy of one such as you. But really, mellon nín, it took you long enough to fall for him. I see that you are still as stubborn as ever.”
Erestor desperately held onto Gelduron’s hands, troubled that he had in someway prevented his meldir from moving on. Not knowing how long they had, he tried to smile as he whispered, “No more stubborn than you.”
Gelduron chuckled, “Yes, well, if you had taken much more time, mellon nín, I would have had to do something for I think I have over stayed my welcome within Mandos’ Halls.”
Erestor shook his head, “Only you could irritate a Vala.”
Gelduron looked long and hard at Erestor, memorizing his meldir’s face and said, “Now it is time that you put the past completely behind you,” and when Erestor shook his head as he started to pull away, Gelduron finished, “Do not worry, Erestor, we will meet once more. I will be waiting for you on the White Shores.”
Erestor wept as he watched his meldir fade from his sight, a peace settling over him, and a smile came to his lips, reaching his eyes. Yes, it was time…
Erestor awoke to find tears upon his face. It was over, no longer would shadow haunt him, and the bright light that enfolded his faer was holding him securely in his arms. His heart soared with the knowledge that Gelduron was well and that indeed, he would see him again. Memories floated through Erestor’s mind, of how Gelduron’s eyes would light up when he laughed, and they did not cause him pain as they once did.
Carefully rising up on his elbow, Erestor gazed down upon Glorfindel’s sleeping visage, and smiled as he heard his meleth snore softly. How he ever deserved this ellon’s love, he would never know. His body stirred as his eyes roamed Glorfindel’s chest and the need to have his melethron thrusting into him, claiming him, caused Erestor’s breath to hitch in his chest. Lying on his back, he rolled Glorfindel over to lie atop him, urging him to wake.
Glorfindel jerked awake, finding himself staring down upon Erestor’s tear-streaked face. Immediately he started to move off of Erestor, but was held fast by his meleth’s arms about him. “Es…” he whispered, searching the dark eyes that stared back at him. Glorfindel expected to see fear and panic in those dark depths, but instead saw desire mingled with love and something else…peace? Suddenly tears came to his eyes and found their way onto Erestor’s chest as he was cradled against it. All the pent up emotions from these last few months came rushing to the forefront. The pain of watching Erestor be so tormented, the fear that he would not get better, the desire that built and had to be held in check, all of that and more caused Glorfindel to break down and weep.
“Ai (Ah), meleth,” Erestor soothed, gently running his fingers through Glorfindel’s golden-locks. He kissed the top of Glorfindel’s head and held him more tightly, knowing how hard it had been on his melethron these last few months. He held him for a few quiet minutes before he told his meleth about his dream, of how he felt freed from the past. When Glorfindel rose up to look down at him, Erestor cupped his mate’s cheek and said, “I am ready. I want to feel you inside me, making me whole once more. Saes, take the shadows away completely, fill me with your love.”
Glorfindel’s heart felt as if it would burst from the love that he felt for Erestor and he leaned down and reverently kissed his rosy lips. Glorfindel loved Erestor slowly, ghosting his fingers over his skin, tasting every inch of his melethron. He prepared Erestor with leisurely thoroughness until his mate was writhing beneath him, begging to be taken. When Glorfindel slowly sheathed himself in Erestor, they gasped as white heat took hold of them, making them stare at each other in amazement. Thoughts and emotions were shared through the bond that fused between them, taking them to a new height of awareness. Their bodies moved as one, a dance only true faer mates could perform. “Ai, Es…I love you!” Glorfindel hissed out, the pleasure almost too much for him to bear.
Erestor’s body trembled, trying to contain all the emotions that were swirling through him and he desperately held on to his meleth, “Fin…ai…too much. I need you now!”
Glorfindel understood and he reached between them and took hold of Erestor’s arousal and stroked him, matching his thrusts, sending them both soaring over the edge. They clung to each other as their bodies hummed with their completion, and they slowly came back to themselves. Tears fell as all the feelings and emotions reverberated throughout their faer and they knew that whatever the future held for them, they would survive it because they had each other. They were one.
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Imladris, the Last Homely House
Lord Námo stood at the foot of the bed, watching the sleeping white-haired Lindir and the black kitten that lay next to the Elfling. How bright this penneth (young one) was. His music could soothe one’s faer and that would be very important in times to come. Slowly the kitten raised his head and looked at the Vala. Námo smiled and picked the kitten up when it made its way to the end of the bed. “You take good care of your master, do you not, pen dithen (little one)? He needs love for he is very special. He has a great gift, his music can heal ones faer,” Námo whispered then looked deeply into the kitten’s yellow eyes.
Elenath stared at the glowing ellon intently when suddenly his body was filled with warmth. He blinked a few times then understood. It was his duty to watch over his master. He would be his constant companion until he would reach the one that was destined for him. Purring, he rubbed his head against the Vala’s hand.
Námo chuckled as he felt twin eyes upon him and he gently laid the kitten back onto the bed before turning to look at the two Peredhil staring at him with open curiosity. Crossing his arms over his chest he asked, “You are not afraid of me, are you?”
Elladan and Elrohir shook their heads as they looked the ellon up and down. ““We do not sense that you mean any harm,”” they said in unison.
“No, I do not,” Lord Námo said.
Elrohir squinted his eyes as if he were trying to see inside the ellon that now stood at the foot of their bed, then asked, “Who are you?”
Námo stood tall and replied, “Lord Námo. Does that frighten you?”
The twin’s grasped hold of each other and Elladan gasped, “Are you here to take someone?!?”
Námo decided that he was quite taken with these Peredhil, they were trying to be brave for ones so young. Shaking his head he said, “No, pin nith (young ones), be at ease. Now, you two should go back to sleep.”
Elrohir and Elladan blinked as suddenly they felt quite tired. They lay back, wrapping their arms about each other, desperately trying to stay awake. When the Vala proceeded to tuck them in, they whispered, ““You are not scary. In fact, we decided that we like you.””
Lord Námo chuckled, “I am honored, pin nith,” then stepped back and just before he faded from sight, he said, “You two have important deeds ahead of you. Your sister will need you both before the end.”
The twins frowned as the Vala disappeared. “We do not have a sister,” Elrohir said, snuggling closer to his brother.
Just as sleep claimed them, they both whispered, ““Arwen,”” and then all was quiet except for the slight snores of three very important Elflings and the purr of one guardian feline.
TBC
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Title: Shadows of The Past (18/?)
Author: Janalynn27
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, Rape, Non-con, 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: Glorfindel uses Erestor as a shield to say no to a suitor and Erestor is tormented by the past.
Timeline: Early TA
Feedback: It is greatly appreciated
Author's note: Okay, I know Greenwood the Great wasn't called Mirkwood until about 1050 TA but in my story it is already called Mirkwood. The twins are around 22 yrs. old which is about 8 human yrs. old and Lindir is around 29 yrs old which is about 10 human yrs. old.
Chapter 18
Glorfindel stood at the counter in the kitchen watching Erestor sit before the fire reading a book. He thought over the past couple of weeks since they had become even closer and how much Erestor had healed. Even though Erestor still had times where the chill seemed to bother him, he was vastly improving. His moods were less erratic and he seemed to glow from the inside a little more each day. Moving to the sink, Glorfindel washed the few dishes that were left from dinner and thought hard over what he had decided this afternoon. The two of them had pleasured each other over these last couple of weeks, but they had yet to cross that final threshold. Glorfindel could see the need in Erestor’s eyes, the need to be as close as lovers could be, but still he held himself back. He knew that Erestor was not ready to accept his body in his, to give over his control, but Glorfindel was more than ready to let his melethron (m. lover) take him. Erestor seemed at a stand still, and Glorfindel had waited these last few nights for him to speak of his need, but he had not. Glorfindel would take that step for them, and now was the time.
Taking a deep breath, Glorfindel dried his hands then made his way to stand before Erestor. He just hoped that he was not making the wrong choice and that Erestor would not deny him. His faer (soul) longed for Erestor’s just as much as his melethron’s did. He wanted this with every breath in his body.
Erestor looked up at Glorfindel and frowned when his book was taken out of his hands and set aside. When the Elda took him by the hands and brought him to his feet, Erestor was about to question him when Glorfindel kissed him. When Glorfindel put his arms around Erestor’s waist and drew him closer, the Advisor moaned into the kiss and wound his arms around his melethron’s neck. Finally when Glorfindel pulled back from the kiss, Erestor stared in awe at the love he saw shining from those indigo eyes. Not able to contain his feelings, he breathed, “I love you, Fin.”
Glorfindel brought his hand up to caress Erestor’s cheek as he said, “I love you more than I ever thought possible.”
Erestor blinked back tears as he was swung up into Glorfindel’s arms and carried into the bedchamber. When they reached the bed, Glorfindel lowered him to his feet, letting his body slide down his. Slowly his melethron undressed him, kissing his body as he went. By the time he was bared, Erestor was breathing heavily, desire pooling in his groin. When Glorfindel’s clothes made their way to join his onto the floor, he furrowed his brow when Glorfindel put a vial of oil in his hand and lay upon his back on the mattress, staring intently up at him.
Glorfindel looked deeply into Erestor’s eyes and said, “Meleth (Love), I know that you are not ready to accept my body into yours. But I see the need in your eyes, the same need that resides in me. I love you, I need you. I want you to take me. Fill me and let me feel your love.”
Erestor searched Glorfindel’s eyes and saw the desperate need in them, the need to be one. He had longed for this but he knew that he was not ready to be on the receiving end of their loving, at least not yet. But he had been reluctant to express his desire, thinking that Glorfindel had given enough of himself. Now he knew that this was what they both needed. They were mates, their faer longed to be one, and he felt almost giddy with the love that welled up inside his breast for this golden warrior that stared up at him with such fiery passion blazing in his eyes.
Glorfindel moaned as Erestor fell upon him, crushing his lips to his. They kissed passionately, their bodies straining to touch all of the other’s. When he felt Erestor’s finger breach him, he threw back his head, arching up to meet the questing fingers. By the time that he was stretched and ready, Glorfindel was trembling with need and hissed, “Es, saes (please). I am ready.”
It was like a wildfire burning through his veins, the desire he felt for Glorfindel, and Erestor was quickly giving in to it. He felt his heartbeat trying to match that of Glorfindel’s and when he slowly sank into his melethron’s welcoming body, they both cried out as shockwaves pulsed through one and into the other. Erestor stared down into Glorfindel’s eyes as he started to thrust slowly into the Elda’s tight passage. Soon they moved with more speed, matching each other’s thrust, striving for that pinnacle where they would dance together in a blinding light that would bind them together forever. Gasps and moans filled the chamber until suddenly they fell off the cliff together, crying out each other’s name.
Glorfindel wrapped his arms tightly around Erestor when he collapsed on top of him, and he held his trembling mate, whispering words of love and devotion. When Erestor slowly withdrew from his body, he almost cried out in denial, but contented himself with holding him to his side.
They lay there, basking in the afterglow of their love until finally Erestor spoke, “I am yours now, always. Someday, Fin, someday I will be healed completely…”
Glorfindel threaded his fingers through Erestor’s hair and pulled back gently so he could look into his meleth’s eyes and said, “I know, beloved. This is enough for now. I love you, always.”
Erestor smiled as he pressed his lips to Glorfindel’s then snuggled into his embrace, falling asleep to the steady rhythm of his mate’s heart.
Erestor stepped off the porch, his bare feet making tracks in the snow, and looked about him at the snow covered trees that glistened in Ithil’s light. It was a passing thought that he did not feel cold, but something seemed to draw him forward, and that was when he saw an ellon (m. elf) standing near the stream. As Erestor approached the mysterious ellon, his heart started to race until it felt as if it were going to beat right out of his chest. When he was but a few feet from the ellon, he gasped as he turned to face him, “Gelduron…”
Gelduron gazed at Erestor, drinking in the vision of his most precious meldir (m. friend). He noted that time had not diminish his beauty, only made him more exquisite. He knew that he had not very long, so he reached out and gently caressed Erestor’s pale cheek. “How I have missed you, mellon nín (my friend).”
A tear fell down Erestor’s cheek to splash on the back of Gelduron’s hand and he asked, “But how…how can this be? How are you here?”
Gelduron smiled as he lowered his arm back to his side and replied, “It is time for you to fully heal, Erestor, and it is time that I finally find my rest.” When Erestor furrowed his brow, confused, Gelduron continued, “My faer could not find peace while you were still suffering. I could not leave you completely, though you did not know that I was there.”
Erestor swayed as that knowledge registered and he cried, “You were suffering all this time because of me?!?”
Gelduron quickly grabbed Erestor’s hands and said, “No, meldir, I was not. But neither could I find contentment and let my faer be reborn until you were hale once more. Lord Námo told me when Lord Glorfindel was returned that he was for you. I waited, knowing that if anyone deserved you, he would be worthy of one such as you. But really, mellon nín, it took you long enough to fall for him. I see that you are still as stubborn as ever.”
Erestor desperately held onto Gelduron’s hands, troubled that he had in someway prevented his meldir from moving on. Not knowing how long they had, he tried to smile as he whispered, “No more stubborn than you.”
Gelduron chuckled, “Yes, well, if you had taken much more time, mellon nín, I would have had to do something for I think I have over stayed my welcome within Mandos’ Halls.”
Erestor shook his head, “Only you could irritate a Vala.”
Gelduron looked long and hard at Erestor, memorizing his meldir’s face and said, “Now it is time that you put the past completely behind you,” and when Erestor shook his head as he started to pull away, Gelduron finished, “Do not worry, Erestor, we will meet once more. I will be waiting for you on the White Shores.”
Erestor wept as he watched his meldir fade from his sight, a peace settling over him, and a smile came to his lips, reaching his eyes. Yes, it was time…
Erestor awoke to find tears upon his face. It was over, no longer would shadow haunt him, and the bright light that enfolded his faer was holding him securely in his arms. His heart soared with the knowledge that Gelduron was well and that indeed, he would see him again. Memories floated through Erestor’s mind, of how Gelduron’s eyes would light up when he laughed, and they did not cause him pain as they once did.
Carefully rising up on his elbow, Erestor gazed down upon Glorfindel’s sleeping visage, and smiled as he heard his meleth snore softly. How he ever deserved this ellon’s love, he would never know. His body stirred as his eyes roamed Glorfindel’s chest and the need to have his melethron thrusting into him, claiming him, caused Erestor’s breath to hitch in his chest. Lying on his back, he rolled Glorfindel over to lie atop him, urging him to wake.
Glorfindel jerked awake, finding himself staring down upon Erestor’s tear-streaked face. Immediately he started to move off of Erestor, but was held fast by his meleth’s arms about him. “Es…” he whispered, searching the dark eyes that stared back at him. Glorfindel expected to see fear and panic in those dark depths, but instead saw desire mingled with love and something else…peace? Suddenly tears came to his eyes and found their way onto Erestor’s chest as he was cradled against it. All the pent up emotions from these last few months came rushing to the forefront. The pain of watching Erestor be so tormented, the fear that he would not get better, the desire that built and had to be held in check, all of that and more caused Glorfindel to break down and weep.
“Ai (Ah), meleth,” Erestor soothed, gently running his fingers through Glorfindel’s golden-locks. He kissed the top of Glorfindel’s head and held him more tightly, knowing how hard it had been on his melethron these last few months. He held him for a few quiet minutes before he told his meleth about his dream, of how he felt freed from the past. When Glorfindel rose up to look down at him, Erestor cupped his mate’s cheek and said, “I am ready. I want to feel you inside me, making me whole once more. Saes, take the shadows away completely, fill me with your love.”
Glorfindel’s heart felt as if it would burst from the love that he felt for Erestor and he leaned down and reverently kissed his rosy lips. Glorfindel loved Erestor slowly, ghosting his fingers over his skin, tasting every inch of his melethron. He prepared Erestor with leisurely thoroughness until his mate was writhing beneath him, begging to be taken. When Glorfindel slowly sheathed himself in Erestor, they gasped as white heat took hold of them, making them stare at each other in amazement. Thoughts and emotions were shared through the bond that fused between them, taking them to a new height of awareness. Their bodies moved as one, a dance only true faer mates could perform. “Ai, Es…I love you!” Glorfindel hissed out, the pleasure almost too much for him to bear.
Erestor’s body trembled, trying to contain all the emotions that were swirling through him and he desperately held on to his meleth, “Fin…ai…too much. I need you now!”
Glorfindel understood and he reached between them and took hold of Erestor’s arousal and stroked him, matching his thrusts, sending them both soaring over the edge. They clung to each other as their bodies hummed with their completion, and they slowly came back to themselves. Tears fell as all the feelings and emotions reverberated throughout their faer and they knew that whatever the future held for them, they would survive it because they had each other. They were one.
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Imladris, the Last Homely House
Lord Námo stood at the foot of the bed, watching the sleeping white-haired Lindir and the black kitten that lay next to the Elfling. How bright this penneth (young one) was. His music could soothe one’s faer and that would be very important in times to come. Slowly the kitten raised his head and looked at the Vala. Námo smiled and picked the kitten up when it made its way to the end of the bed. “You take good care of your master, do you not, pen dithen (little one)? He needs love for he is very special. He has a great gift, his music can heal ones faer,” Námo whispered then looked deeply into the kitten’s yellow eyes.
Elenath stared at the glowing ellon intently when suddenly his body was filled with warmth. He blinked a few times then understood. It was his duty to watch over his master. He would be his constant companion until he would reach the one that was destined for him. Purring, he rubbed his head against the Vala’s hand.
Námo chuckled as he felt twin eyes upon him and he gently laid the kitten back onto the bed before turning to look at the two Peredhil staring at him with open curiosity. Crossing his arms over his chest he asked, “You are not afraid of me, are you?”
Elladan and Elrohir shook their heads as they looked the ellon up and down. ““We do not sense that you mean any harm,”” they said in unison.
“No, I do not,” Lord Námo said.
Elrohir squinted his eyes as if he were trying to see inside the ellon that now stood at the foot of their bed, then asked, “Who are you?”
Námo stood tall and replied, “Lord Námo. Does that frighten you?”
The twin’s grasped hold of each other and Elladan gasped, “Are you here to take someone?!?”
Námo decided that he was quite taken with these Peredhil, they were trying to be brave for ones so young. Shaking his head he said, “No, pin nith (young ones), be at ease. Now, you two should go back to sleep.”
Elrohir and Elladan blinked as suddenly they felt quite tired. They lay back, wrapping their arms about each other, desperately trying to stay awake. When the Vala proceeded to tuck them in, they whispered, ““You are not scary. In fact, we decided that we like you.””
Lord Námo chuckled, “I am honored, pin nith,” then stepped back and just before he faded from sight, he said, “You two have important deeds ahead of you. Your sister will need you both before the end.”
The twins frowned as the Vala disappeared. “We do not have a sister,” Elrohir said, snuggling closer to his brother.
Just as sleep claimed them, they both whispered, ““Arwen,”” and then all was quiet except for the slight snores of three very important Elflings and the purr of one guardian feline.
TBC