House and Home Series
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
4,216
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Didn't Know
Title: House and Home Series~Didn’t Know
Fandom: LoTR
Author: Lynsey
Websites and Mailing List: See links under user information
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Ficlet
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warnings: Hermaphrodite
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: Glorfindel doesn’t think about consequences and pays for it later.
A/N: In response to prompt: Erestor/Glorfindel-fight-Elrond warns Glorfindel against getting pregnant again, but Glorfindel does so anyway in order to give Erestor a male heir
“You stupid, stubborn, lunatic nut-case of an elf!” Erestor ranted. He fumed as he paced the cottage, his steps loud and echoing on the floorboards. “I can’t believe you did this! We discussed everything! We had a plan. Why, Glorfindel?” He swung around to level an accusing glare at the little elf on the couch. “Why would you do this to yourself?”
“I didn’t mean…I didn’t realize…” he hiccupped, immediately collapsing into tears. Valar he hated hormones. “I didn’t know. I didn’t think that I would get this sick. I just wanted…wanted…” Glorfindel moaned and clutched at his still flat stomach. That surely wasn’t just the hormones. Dammit it wasn’t supposed to be like this!
Erestor rushed over and embraced his husband, anger temporarily forgotten. “Shhh, love. You need to calm down or you’ll lose this one. Shhh, deep breaths, that’s it. Slowly in and out. There, that’s it,” he continued to murmur quietly as Glorfindel calmed himself. He was glad the girls were already in bed and fast asleep. He didn’t want to upset them with their arguing…he hadn’t really wanted to upset Glorfindel either, but his temper had seen to that.
“Gods, Glorfindel,” Erestor sighed as the tiny blond relaxed against him. “I’m sorry for yelling, but when Elrond warns you against getting pregnant then for the Valar’s sake, why didn’t you heed his judgment?”
“I don’t know,” Glorfindel cuddled into his husband, feeling weaker than he had in many, many centuries. “I honestly thought I could do it, so I stopped taking the herbs…” Glorfindel sighed and rubbed his face against Erestor’s soft shirt.
“We need to get you into bed, before you truly overdo it.” Erestor shifted his hold on his tiny husband until he cradled him bridle-style. He stood and ascended the stairs that lead to their room of the cottage. The handle to the door was a little difficult to manage, but he finagled it open without dropping his precious package. He lay Glorfindel on the bed and began undressing him.
“You’re going to do everything Elrond tells you during this one. If he says you have to stay in bed from now till the elfling is born then so be it. Even if I have to tie you to the bed.” Erestor continued ranting as he divested Glorfindel of his clothing and tucked him into bed.
Glorfindel, for his part, didn’t protest. He was sick, weak, and knew it. The blond hated to be coddled, even by the husband he loved. He loved being pampered, he enjoyed being loved on, but he didn’t like being treated like he was weak.
But he really didn’t have a choice.
He was weak.
The blond sighed as Erestor pulled the covers over him and worked to strip himself as well. He admired his husband’s physique with detached interest. He really was too tired and sick to take advantage of it, but it never hurt to look, right?
Erestor’s large body settled on the bed and Glorfindel instinctually rolled toward him. Erestor carefully arranged the smaller body of his husband against him, and he worried a little more as the blond fell asleep before Erestor had even gotten them settled. Elrond had said this would be normal with the amount of weakness Glorfindel showed, but it did nothing to sooth Erestor’s conscience.
He buried his face in bright, golden hair. Erestor couldn’t help but think fertility was yet another curse in his family. He’d never said anything, but he had always thought that birthing so many children had been part of the reason his mother had faded. She’d been so weak after the birth of his youngest brother. Elves simply weren’t meant to have so many children. Two at the most, and even that was rare. Three was almost unheard of, with the exception of Elrond’s brood. And now his beautiful husband was pregnant with their fourth child. All so he could have a boy.
Erestor shook his head and inhaled the scent of lavender from his husband’s hair. The boys of his family had never met anything but destruction.
He hoped fervently that if this child did turn out male, that he was nothing like his father.
Fandom: LoTR
Author: Lynsey
Websites and Mailing List: See links under user information
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Ficlet
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warnings: Hermaphrodite
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: Glorfindel doesn’t think about consequences and pays for it later.
A/N: In response to prompt: Erestor/Glorfindel-fight-Elrond warns Glorfindel against getting pregnant again, but Glorfindel does so anyway in order to give Erestor a male heir
“You stupid, stubborn, lunatic nut-case of an elf!” Erestor ranted. He fumed as he paced the cottage, his steps loud and echoing on the floorboards. “I can’t believe you did this! We discussed everything! We had a plan. Why, Glorfindel?” He swung around to level an accusing glare at the little elf on the couch. “Why would you do this to yourself?”
“I didn’t mean…I didn’t realize…” he hiccupped, immediately collapsing into tears. Valar he hated hormones. “I didn’t know. I didn’t think that I would get this sick. I just wanted…wanted…” Glorfindel moaned and clutched at his still flat stomach. That surely wasn’t just the hormones. Dammit it wasn’t supposed to be like this!
Erestor rushed over and embraced his husband, anger temporarily forgotten. “Shhh, love. You need to calm down or you’ll lose this one. Shhh, deep breaths, that’s it. Slowly in and out. There, that’s it,” he continued to murmur quietly as Glorfindel calmed himself. He was glad the girls were already in bed and fast asleep. He didn’t want to upset them with their arguing…he hadn’t really wanted to upset Glorfindel either, but his temper had seen to that.
“Gods, Glorfindel,” Erestor sighed as the tiny blond relaxed against him. “I’m sorry for yelling, but when Elrond warns you against getting pregnant then for the Valar’s sake, why didn’t you heed his judgment?”
“I don’t know,” Glorfindel cuddled into his husband, feeling weaker than he had in many, many centuries. “I honestly thought I could do it, so I stopped taking the herbs…” Glorfindel sighed and rubbed his face against Erestor’s soft shirt.
“We need to get you into bed, before you truly overdo it.” Erestor shifted his hold on his tiny husband until he cradled him bridle-style. He stood and ascended the stairs that lead to their room of the cottage. The handle to the door was a little difficult to manage, but he finagled it open without dropping his precious package. He lay Glorfindel on the bed and began undressing him.
“You’re going to do everything Elrond tells you during this one. If he says you have to stay in bed from now till the elfling is born then so be it. Even if I have to tie you to the bed.” Erestor continued ranting as he divested Glorfindel of his clothing and tucked him into bed.
Glorfindel, for his part, didn’t protest. He was sick, weak, and knew it. The blond hated to be coddled, even by the husband he loved. He loved being pampered, he enjoyed being loved on, but he didn’t like being treated like he was weak.
But he really didn’t have a choice.
He was weak.
The blond sighed as Erestor pulled the covers over him and worked to strip himself as well. He admired his husband’s physique with detached interest. He really was too tired and sick to take advantage of it, but it never hurt to look, right?
Erestor’s large body settled on the bed and Glorfindel instinctually rolled toward him. Erestor carefully arranged the smaller body of his husband against him, and he worried a little more as the blond fell asleep before Erestor had even gotten them settled. Elrond had said this would be normal with the amount of weakness Glorfindel showed, but it did nothing to sooth Erestor’s conscience.
He buried his face in bright, golden hair. Erestor couldn’t help but think fertility was yet another curse in his family. He’d never said anything, but he had always thought that birthing so many children had been part of the reason his mother had faded. She’d been so weak after the birth of his youngest brother. Elves simply weren’t meant to have so many children. Two at the most, and even that was rare. Three was almost unheard of, with the exception of Elrond’s brood. And now his beautiful husband was pregnant with their fourth child. All so he could have a boy.
Erestor shook his head and inhaled the scent of lavender from his husband’s hair. The boys of his family had never met anything but destruction.
He hoped fervently that if this child did turn out male, that he was nothing like his father.