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The Strong Heart
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Adult ++
Chapters:
14
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chapter 2
Title: The Strong Heart (2/14)
Author: Aglarien
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel; Caladir/Gurvelon
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. Except for the cats.
Warning: AU. Fluffy in part.
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel are determined to find out what, or who, is hurting their friend.
Chapter 2
Tinnu and Glirien had finally woken and claimed their offspring, carrying them off to the big basket in Glorfindel’s sitting room. Erestor and Glorfindel retreated into their rooms, or more accurately, their bedroom. They were just thinking of getting up from their bed, where they had spent a delightful afternoon, and dressing for dinner, when a wailing scream sounded through the halls of the Last Homely House. Quickly throwing on their robes, they hurried out of their rooms.
Elves were gathered outside the small office used by Gurvelon and Melpomaen. Glorfindel quickly moved the elves aside, and he and Erestor entered to find Elrond on the floor, kneeling next to Caladir. Caladir, tears streaming down his face, was cradling his little husband in his arms; Gurvelon was sobbing in pain.
Caladir looked up at Elrond. “Please, my Lord…he is in so much pain.”
“Bring him to the healing house. Hurry.” Elrond ran to the healing house ahead of them to alert Nestoron, his chief healer.
Caladir rose with Gurvelon in his arms, and assisted by Erestor and Glorfindel, hurried behind Elrond.
Nestoron led them to a room and Caladir gently laid Gurvelon on the bed.
“Caladir, what happened?” Elrond asked, at the same time beginning his examination of Gurvelon.
“I know not. I was on the training field, and I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my stomach, and heard him call to me.” Caladir knelt on the floor next to his little husband, and stroked his hair. “He had vomited. Could it be something he ate? But we ate the same things, together, for lunch.” Gurvelon moaned in pain. Caladir encircled him with his arms, sobbing. Gurvelon’s pain was his own, and his heart was breaking..
“Erestor,” Elrond said, “quickly, go see if you can find anything on his desk or in the room.” Erestor ran from the room, followed by Glorfindel.
Elrond looked at Nestoron. “We cannot wait. Mix every antidote we have that will not harm him if it is not needed.”
Nestoron ran to gather the needed herbs and plants. Some he quickly brewed into a tea. Handing the tea to Elrond, he then took a leaf from one plant, part of the stem from another, and part of the roots from a third. Placing them in a cup, he mashed them together, then formed several small balls of the sticky substance.
With Caladir holding Gurvelon up, Elrond had managed to get the little scribe to take a sip of the tea. Taking one Nestoron’s small herb balls, he placed it in Gurvelon’s mouth. “Velon, you must swallow these. Take another sip of the tea, and wash it down.”
“Please, beloved, do as Elrond says. I know it hurts, sweetheart. Please, for me.”
One by one, Gurvelon swallowed the sticky balls, finishing the tea, and collapsing against Caladir, eyes closing, moaning.
Elrond looked at Caladir and Nestoron. “Now, we wait.”
~~~*~~~
Erestor and Glorfindel ran back to the small office and began their search. Papers flew off the desk. Nothing. Looking around the room, Glorfindel spotted a small plate on the windowsill.
“Erestor, there’s a plate.” Taking the plate from the sill, he and Erestor examined it.
“It had his favorite sweet on it. Those honey bars.”
Glorfindel lifted the plate to his nose and sniffed, then put it close to Erestor’s nose. “Smell.”
Erestor sniffed. “Not quite right, is it?”
“Let’s get it back to Elrond,” Glorfindel replied. The two elves hurried back to the healing house.
~~~*~~~
Erestor and Glorfindel entered the room. Erestor handed the plate to Elrond. “Smell it.”
Elrond sniffed, then handed the plate to Nestoron to smell it. Nestoron sniffed and nodded. “Poison. The antidote was in the plants I chose. Gurvelon should have taken enough of it, thank the Valar. We are lucky we didn’t wait, or he might have left us by now.”
Elrond bent over Gurvelon, still being held in Caladir’s arms. He gently stroked the auburn hair. “Velon, can you hear me?”
“Aye.” Gurvelon’s voice was raspy and shaky.
“Velon, where did you get the plate with the honey pastry on it?”
“Caladir left it on my desk when I was in the library.”
“Sweetheart, I did not leave it for you. I never left the training fields. Someone else…who would do that? Why?” Caladir raised his red-rimmed eyes to Glorfindel. “Poison? Why? Who would want to hurt my sweet Gurvelon?”
“I know not, my friend, but we will find out.” Glorfindel answered.
“And were they trying to hurt Velon, or Caladir?” Erestor said quietly. Glorfindel nodded.
“Velon,” Elrond said. “Are you feeling any better? Is the pain less?”
“Aye, the pain is leaving, and the nausea is beginning to go away.”
“Good. You should continue to feel better, and it will all hopefully be gone by the morning. But I want you to rest tomorrow, all right?”
Gurvelon, nodded, then closed his eyes and moaned. Nodding was not a good idea; the room was spinning again.
Caladir looked up at Elrond in alarm. Elrond whispered, “shook his head – dizzy.” Caladir nodded, and held Gurvelon tighter.
“Caladir, I want Gurvelon to stay here and have Nestoron watch him for at least two more hours. If he is still doing better, you can take him to your room tonight,”
Elrond said.
“Thank you, my Lord.” Caladir answered.
“Caladir, do you need us to bring you anything?” Glorfindel asked.
“Nay, thank you, my friend. Glorfindel, will you try to find out why this happened for me? I cannot believe someone would try to hurt him!”
“Aye, rest assured that Erestor and I will find out. You just take care of Velon, my friend.”
Caladir nodded, and Erestor and Glorfindel left the room.
“Sweetheart, would you like to lay down?” Caladir asked his husband.
“Nay, better like this. Just hold me, my love. Promise you will never let me go.”
“Never, beloved. I will never let you go. You are my life, my heart and soul,”
Gurvelon sighed, and snuggling against the broad chest, felt a kiss on the top of his head. Closing his eyes, he rested.
~~~*~~~
Erestor and Glorfindel were back in the rooms, dressing for dinner. They had spoken with Elrond after leaving the healing house. Elrond had made it very clear he expected them to both solve this mystery and make sure their friends were safe.
“Where do we start, my love?” Glorfindel asked.
“I think with questions. After dinner, I will take the plate to the kitchens and see if they can shed any light on it. You ask the servants if they saw anyone go into the office this afternoon. In the morning, I will start on the scribes, and you start on the guards. Mel and Lindir were working together in the library all day, but we need to ask them as well.”
Glorfindel nodded. After checking on the cats, they left for dinner.
~~~*~~~
Nestoron had allowed Caladir to take Gurvelon back to their rooms, where his little love had asked for a bath. After being sick in his office, he really needed and wanted one. Caladir had gently washed his hair and then the rest of his body, and they were now lying snuggled together in their bed. Caladir had moved the bed in front of the fire, to Gurvelon’s delight. His experience with the poison had left him a little chilled.
“Caladir, why would anyone want to poison me?”
“I do not know, sweetheart, but I trust Erestor and Glorfindel to find out.” Caladir pulled Gurvelon closer, and gently captured his mouth in a long, deep, slow kiss. Finally releasing his lover’s luscious mouth, he said, “Rest now, my darling one. I will hold you safe in my arms. I love you so much, my strong little heart.”
“I love you, my light.” Gurvelon answered, as he fell into reverie.
~~~*~~~
After dinner, Erestor went to the kitchen to talk to the servants there, and Glorfindel went to find Amarion. No one in the kitchen could remember anything special about the plate or the pastry. All the kitchen workers were well known to Erestor, and he trusted them. He told them what had happened, and asked their help to watch everything closely. They were especially to never let any food prepared for Gurvelon or Caladir out of their sights.
The kitchen staff was shocked. How could anyone want to hurt their sweet little scribe? Or the kind, generous warrior?
The chief cook spoke for all of them. “We will be careful, Lord Erestor. Nothing made for them will leave our sight until it is delivered.” All the elves nodded in agreement.
Erestor thanked them and left in search of Glorfindel. Going to his own office, he finally located Glorfindel there. Glorfindel was explaining what had happened to Amarion as Erestor entered. Amarion had been placed in charge of all the house servants after leading the defenders in Imladris against the Orc attack.
Amarion was as shocked as the kitchen staff was. “Why would anyone want to hurt Velon or Caladir? It makes no sense!”
“We do not know, my friend, but someone does,” Erestor said. “It is too late tonight to start questioning the servants, but will you arrange to have everyone here tomorrow morning? There is not one of them we do not trust with our lives, but they may have seen something.”
Amarion agreed to bring the house servants to Erestor’s office in the morning. Bidding his friends a good night, he left with a worried look on his face.
Glorfindel looked at Erestor, and felt his worry for their friends. “Come, love,” he said softly, taking Erestor’s hand, “time for us to get some rest.”
Returning to their rooms, Erestor went to the cat’s basket. Kneeling down, he reached in the basket and lifted out Tinnu. Erestor held the cat in his arms and stroked the soft fur, as worry over his friend engulfed him. Tinnu didn’t know what was wrong, but he knew his friend needed him. He purred softly, and licked Erestor’s face. Glorfindel knelt down beside them, enfolding both cat and elf in his arms. He drew Erestor’s head to his shoulder, and softly rubbed his back.
Finally raising his head, Erestor lifted his face to Glorfindel for a kiss, saying, “Thank you, my love.” Glorfindel kissed him softly, took Tinnu and placed the cat back in the basket with his family. Lifting Erestor into his arms, he carried him to the bedroom, laid him on the bed, gently removed his clothing, and pulled the bedclothes up to his chest. Glorfindel banked the fire, undressed, and slid into bed beside Erestor.
Drawing Erestor close in his arms, he simply held him, knowing his little love had finally acknowledged his own pain over what was happening to his friend, Gurvelon. Long minutes passed, and Erestor finally spoke. “I love you, Glorfindel, forever. Make love to me, please? I need you.”
“How do you want me, sweetheart?” Glorfindel asked softly.
“I need you on top of me, holding me, keeping me safe.”
Glorfindel knew Erestor did not want passionate foreplay this night. He needed gentle caring and sweetness. Reaching for the oil they kept on the table next to the bed, he carefully but quickly prepared his husband, whispering, “I love you, my sweet Erestor,” and placing sweet little kisses on his face and neck.
Placing a pillow under Erestor’s hips, and raising his legs to wrap them around his waist, he slowly pushed into Erestor. Then laying over his lover and pushing his arms under Erestor’s shoulders, he held him tightly against his chest, just as Erestor asked.
He began to gently withdraw and thrust, finding Erestor’s hidden spot on the first thrust. Once Erestor was moaning and holding tightly onto his back, he began to thrust harder and faster, moaning, “Oh, Erestor..oh, my love..my sweet baby..I love you..I love you.”
Erestor softly wailed and lost himself in Glorfindel’s love. It surrounded him, surged around him and through him. Releasing a scream, their souls again joined, lifting them to that place where only they and their love existed.
Tbc….
Amarion – Son of the earth
Author: Aglarien
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel; Caladir/Gurvelon
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. Except for the cats.
Warning: AU. Fluffy in part.
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel are determined to find out what, or who, is hurting their friend.
Chapter 2
Tinnu and Glirien had finally woken and claimed their offspring, carrying them off to the big basket in Glorfindel’s sitting room. Erestor and Glorfindel retreated into their rooms, or more accurately, their bedroom. They were just thinking of getting up from their bed, where they had spent a delightful afternoon, and dressing for dinner, when a wailing scream sounded through the halls of the Last Homely House. Quickly throwing on their robes, they hurried out of their rooms.
Elves were gathered outside the small office used by Gurvelon and Melpomaen. Glorfindel quickly moved the elves aside, and he and Erestor entered to find Elrond on the floor, kneeling next to Caladir. Caladir, tears streaming down his face, was cradling his little husband in his arms; Gurvelon was sobbing in pain.
Caladir looked up at Elrond. “Please, my Lord…he is in so much pain.”
“Bring him to the healing house. Hurry.” Elrond ran to the healing house ahead of them to alert Nestoron, his chief healer.
Caladir rose with Gurvelon in his arms, and assisted by Erestor and Glorfindel, hurried behind Elrond.
Nestoron led them to a room and Caladir gently laid Gurvelon on the bed.
“Caladir, what happened?” Elrond asked, at the same time beginning his examination of Gurvelon.
“I know not. I was on the training field, and I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my stomach, and heard him call to me.” Caladir knelt on the floor next to his little husband, and stroked his hair. “He had vomited. Could it be something he ate? But we ate the same things, together, for lunch.” Gurvelon moaned in pain. Caladir encircled him with his arms, sobbing. Gurvelon’s pain was his own, and his heart was breaking..
“Erestor,” Elrond said, “quickly, go see if you can find anything on his desk or in the room.” Erestor ran from the room, followed by Glorfindel.
Elrond looked at Nestoron. “We cannot wait. Mix every antidote we have that will not harm him if it is not needed.”
Nestoron ran to gather the needed herbs and plants. Some he quickly brewed into a tea. Handing the tea to Elrond, he then took a leaf from one plant, part of the stem from another, and part of the roots from a third. Placing them in a cup, he mashed them together, then formed several small balls of the sticky substance.
With Caladir holding Gurvelon up, Elrond had managed to get the little scribe to take a sip of the tea. Taking one Nestoron’s small herb balls, he placed it in Gurvelon’s mouth. “Velon, you must swallow these. Take another sip of the tea, and wash it down.”
“Please, beloved, do as Elrond says. I know it hurts, sweetheart. Please, for me.”
One by one, Gurvelon swallowed the sticky balls, finishing the tea, and collapsing against Caladir, eyes closing, moaning.
Elrond looked at Caladir and Nestoron. “Now, we wait.”
~~~*~~~
Erestor and Glorfindel ran back to the small office and began their search. Papers flew off the desk. Nothing. Looking around the room, Glorfindel spotted a small plate on the windowsill.
“Erestor, there’s a plate.” Taking the plate from the sill, he and Erestor examined it.
“It had his favorite sweet on it. Those honey bars.”
Glorfindel lifted the plate to his nose and sniffed, then put it close to Erestor’s nose. “Smell.”
Erestor sniffed. “Not quite right, is it?”
“Let’s get it back to Elrond,” Glorfindel replied. The two elves hurried back to the healing house.
~~~*~~~
Erestor and Glorfindel entered the room. Erestor handed the plate to Elrond. “Smell it.”
Elrond sniffed, then handed the plate to Nestoron to smell it. Nestoron sniffed and nodded. “Poison. The antidote was in the plants I chose. Gurvelon should have taken enough of it, thank the Valar. We are lucky we didn’t wait, or he might have left us by now.”
Elrond bent over Gurvelon, still being held in Caladir’s arms. He gently stroked the auburn hair. “Velon, can you hear me?”
“Aye.” Gurvelon’s voice was raspy and shaky.
“Velon, where did you get the plate with the honey pastry on it?”
“Caladir left it on my desk when I was in the library.”
“Sweetheart, I did not leave it for you. I never left the training fields. Someone else…who would do that? Why?” Caladir raised his red-rimmed eyes to Glorfindel. “Poison? Why? Who would want to hurt my sweet Gurvelon?”
“I know not, my friend, but we will find out.” Glorfindel answered.
“And were they trying to hurt Velon, or Caladir?” Erestor said quietly. Glorfindel nodded.
“Velon,” Elrond said. “Are you feeling any better? Is the pain less?”
“Aye, the pain is leaving, and the nausea is beginning to go away.”
“Good. You should continue to feel better, and it will all hopefully be gone by the morning. But I want you to rest tomorrow, all right?”
Gurvelon, nodded, then closed his eyes and moaned. Nodding was not a good idea; the room was spinning again.
Caladir looked up at Elrond in alarm. Elrond whispered, “shook his head – dizzy.” Caladir nodded, and held Gurvelon tighter.
“Caladir, I want Gurvelon to stay here and have Nestoron watch him for at least two more hours. If he is still doing better, you can take him to your room tonight,”
Elrond said.
“Thank you, my Lord.” Caladir answered.
“Caladir, do you need us to bring you anything?” Glorfindel asked.
“Nay, thank you, my friend. Glorfindel, will you try to find out why this happened for me? I cannot believe someone would try to hurt him!”
“Aye, rest assured that Erestor and I will find out. You just take care of Velon, my friend.”
Caladir nodded, and Erestor and Glorfindel left the room.
“Sweetheart, would you like to lay down?” Caladir asked his husband.
“Nay, better like this. Just hold me, my love. Promise you will never let me go.”
“Never, beloved. I will never let you go. You are my life, my heart and soul,”
Gurvelon sighed, and snuggling against the broad chest, felt a kiss on the top of his head. Closing his eyes, he rested.
~~~*~~~
Erestor and Glorfindel were back in the rooms, dressing for dinner. They had spoken with Elrond after leaving the healing house. Elrond had made it very clear he expected them to both solve this mystery and make sure their friends were safe.
“Where do we start, my love?” Glorfindel asked.
“I think with questions. After dinner, I will take the plate to the kitchens and see if they can shed any light on it. You ask the servants if they saw anyone go into the office this afternoon. In the morning, I will start on the scribes, and you start on the guards. Mel and Lindir were working together in the library all day, but we need to ask them as well.”
Glorfindel nodded. After checking on the cats, they left for dinner.
~~~*~~~
Nestoron had allowed Caladir to take Gurvelon back to their rooms, where his little love had asked for a bath. After being sick in his office, he really needed and wanted one. Caladir had gently washed his hair and then the rest of his body, and they were now lying snuggled together in their bed. Caladir had moved the bed in front of the fire, to Gurvelon’s delight. His experience with the poison had left him a little chilled.
“Caladir, why would anyone want to poison me?”
“I do not know, sweetheart, but I trust Erestor and Glorfindel to find out.” Caladir pulled Gurvelon closer, and gently captured his mouth in a long, deep, slow kiss. Finally releasing his lover’s luscious mouth, he said, “Rest now, my darling one. I will hold you safe in my arms. I love you so much, my strong little heart.”
“I love you, my light.” Gurvelon answered, as he fell into reverie.
~~~*~~~
After dinner, Erestor went to the kitchen to talk to the servants there, and Glorfindel went to find Amarion. No one in the kitchen could remember anything special about the plate or the pastry. All the kitchen workers were well known to Erestor, and he trusted them. He told them what had happened, and asked their help to watch everything closely. They were especially to never let any food prepared for Gurvelon or Caladir out of their sights.
The kitchen staff was shocked. How could anyone want to hurt their sweet little scribe? Or the kind, generous warrior?
The chief cook spoke for all of them. “We will be careful, Lord Erestor. Nothing made for them will leave our sight until it is delivered.” All the elves nodded in agreement.
Erestor thanked them and left in search of Glorfindel. Going to his own office, he finally located Glorfindel there. Glorfindel was explaining what had happened to Amarion as Erestor entered. Amarion had been placed in charge of all the house servants after leading the defenders in Imladris against the Orc attack.
Amarion was as shocked as the kitchen staff was. “Why would anyone want to hurt Velon or Caladir? It makes no sense!”
“We do not know, my friend, but someone does,” Erestor said. “It is too late tonight to start questioning the servants, but will you arrange to have everyone here tomorrow morning? There is not one of them we do not trust with our lives, but they may have seen something.”
Amarion agreed to bring the house servants to Erestor’s office in the morning. Bidding his friends a good night, he left with a worried look on his face.
Glorfindel looked at Erestor, and felt his worry for their friends. “Come, love,” he said softly, taking Erestor’s hand, “time for us to get some rest.”
Returning to their rooms, Erestor went to the cat’s basket. Kneeling down, he reached in the basket and lifted out Tinnu. Erestor held the cat in his arms and stroked the soft fur, as worry over his friend engulfed him. Tinnu didn’t know what was wrong, but he knew his friend needed him. He purred softly, and licked Erestor’s face. Glorfindel knelt down beside them, enfolding both cat and elf in his arms. He drew Erestor’s head to his shoulder, and softly rubbed his back.
Finally raising his head, Erestor lifted his face to Glorfindel for a kiss, saying, “Thank you, my love.” Glorfindel kissed him softly, took Tinnu and placed the cat back in the basket with his family. Lifting Erestor into his arms, he carried him to the bedroom, laid him on the bed, gently removed his clothing, and pulled the bedclothes up to his chest. Glorfindel banked the fire, undressed, and slid into bed beside Erestor.
Drawing Erestor close in his arms, he simply held him, knowing his little love had finally acknowledged his own pain over what was happening to his friend, Gurvelon. Long minutes passed, and Erestor finally spoke. “I love you, Glorfindel, forever. Make love to me, please? I need you.”
“How do you want me, sweetheart?” Glorfindel asked softly.
“I need you on top of me, holding me, keeping me safe.”
Glorfindel knew Erestor did not want passionate foreplay this night. He needed gentle caring and sweetness. Reaching for the oil they kept on the table next to the bed, he carefully but quickly prepared his husband, whispering, “I love you, my sweet Erestor,” and placing sweet little kisses on his face and neck.
Placing a pillow under Erestor’s hips, and raising his legs to wrap them around his waist, he slowly pushed into Erestor. Then laying over his lover and pushing his arms under Erestor’s shoulders, he held him tightly against his chest, just as Erestor asked.
He began to gently withdraw and thrust, finding Erestor’s hidden spot on the first thrust. Once Erestor was moaning and holding tightly onto his back, he began to thrust harder and faster, moaning, “Oh, Erestor..oh, my love..my sweet baby..I love you..I love you.”
Erestor softly wailed and lost himself in Glorfindel’s love. It surrounded him, surged around him and through him. Releasing a scream, their souls again joined, lifting them to that place where only they and their love existed.
Tbc….
Amarion – Son of the earth