Memories- Glorfindel's Gondolin Diary

“My Lady, may I dare to ask you to follow me?” The ellon bowed deep in front of Lord Turgon’s sister. He was very tall, his hair openly flowing to the mid of his back in a color that reminded Aredhel on spun wheat. This was a rare sight among the Noldor.

His eyes were of the deepest blue she ever had seen, even clearer in color then her own. He featured beautiful shaped, slim eye brows, a slightly though cutest turned up nose, she ever had seen and his lips promised to be soft and tender. When he smiled he revealed two lines of teeth, shining like marbles.

The elleth gazed over him trying to hide her amazement about how handsome this ellon was. She herself was very tall and slender built, like all in her family, though she never had reached the size of her cousin Galadriel, who always had been considered as the tallest elleth ever been born.

Aredhel reached her hand out and laid it on the offered arm of her brother’s favorite guard. As usual she was dressed in white, something that was a habit of hers and had her brought the name White-Lady. Now her clothes stood in extreme contrast to the ellon’s moss green jerkin and breeches, embroidered with uncountable golden flowers.

“My Lord Turgon has assigned me as your personal guard here in Gondolin. So that you, my Lady, will not get lost within this newly wrought city, I will give you a first tour, through the palace and down to the center court of our town.” His blue eyes sparkled when he spoke and Aredhel was sure, that she never had met an ellon more beautiful, with the most melodic voice and as she could sense the purest and finest heart ever.

Walking on his arm, listening carefully to his words and explanations, the elleth watched all he was pointing at.

“My dearest guard, I may be the granddaughter of the high king Finwë, though I beg you please treat me like any other person here in Gondolin.” Aredhel said, standing still, forcing the ellon to an abrupt halt.

“I do treat everyone with respect and the same way, my Lady Aredhel,” he answered confused, his cheeks slightly blushing.

“Then at least tell me your name, if from today on you will be always at my side. I feel terrible if I have to call you guard.” She gazed over his eyes and for a moment thought to see the reflection of the skies in them.

“They call me Glorfindel. My lord Turgon named me Lord of the Golden Flower, since the flowers grow where ever I put my feet on the ground in the valley of Tumladen.” He quickly looked down to the marble floor and Aredhel was not sure, if he was just polite again or terribly shy.

She was sure, that Ecthelion, Turgon her brother and other elves that dwelt now here in Gondolin had spread stories about her already. Once at least she would have liked to arrive at a place, where elves were not knowing already about the white lady, the unconquerable elleth, the warrior maiden, that marched over the ice of Helcaraxë without looking back.

Hoping Glorfindel was not already spoiled with gossip about her, she laid her hand back on his lower arm and rather sang than said “Now Glorfindel of the Golden Flower show me the trees my brother had let be created in order to mock the Valar.”

And pushing the giant door open, which led them from the palace to the gardens Aredhel’s mouth opened in astonishment as the beautiful elf beside her reached his hand out and pointed at the tower and the trees in the center of Gondolin. One was silver, one was gold and the resembled Telperion and Laurelin like twins and the reflection played in the waters of the fountain next to them.

“My Lady Aredhel, welcome to Gondolin,” Glorfindel softly whispered to her, trying not to destroy her amazement.
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Turgon watched his sister and her guard like a hawk. Over the years that they now dwelt in Gondolin, the elven princess and the Lord of the Golden Flower had befriended each other and Glorfindel barely left her side. By then Turgon started to hope that they sooner or later would maybe fall in love and that Glorfindel would come to him asking for Aredhel’s hand.

Knowing his stubborn sister, that no ellon had been able to court ever and being aware of Glorfindel’s shyness Turgon was plotting cunningly but felt despair at times when the years passed. To his great surprise he observed that Ecthelion who long had tried to court Aredhel had been shooed away more than once and that Glorfindel seemed to be jealously watching over his lady.

But sometimes Turgon felt a terrible headache, because the ones he wanted to become a couple, acted rather like children laughing and making merry instead of becoming lovers. But the great elven lord sat on his throne and even after fifty years he had not given up hope for them.
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The sun was rising and Glorfindel laid out his cloak on the soft grass, wet from the dew of the night, close to the first trees of the forest.

“Thank you so much for bringing me out here. The narrow streets, the many houses and the palace - they suffocate me. You can not imagine how much this means to me!” Aredhel called out and let her self drop onto the cloak. She had thrown her shoes off and for minutes she had only been running barefoot over the grass, feeling it and breathing the pure and clean air of the close by forest and the refreshing scent of the glaciers.

Glorfindel lowered him next to her. Leaning shoulder to shoulder as they often did, they silently watched the rise of Arien over the mountains that towered around the valley. Softly Aredhel laid her raven haired head down on his shoulder and sighed. The ellon grew slightly stiff as he always did, when he felt the warmth of her body close to him. She released unknown feelings in his heart and since years he fought any romantic ideas in his head. Reminding himself repeatedly that she was his lord’s sister, he did not dare to touch her.

Something inside of him had suddenly urged to kiss her. Quickly he regained control over his mind again and wanted to get back to his feet, but Aredhel caught his hand.

Her eyes locked with his and she whispered “Please stay, do not run away - yet.”

Glorfindel exhaled quietly, but stayed put as he had been asked, not able to take his eyes from her wonderful face. Her big eyes shone in the darkest blue he ever had seen, her skin was white like the snow of Beleriand and her small but full mouth was red, like the cherries that grew in the palace gardens. For him it was as if time suddenly stood still.

Her small hands reached out to cup his face and she slowly pulled him closer, while her lips parted slightly. Soft lips touched his mouth and brushed most tender to his cheek. He felt a strand of hair tickling the skin when she leaned over to whisper tender words into his delicately pointed ear.

Glorfindel’s heart started to race and her quiet voice was still in his head, when the moment was gone as fast as it had come. He only saw Aredhel’s smiling face, her dark hair caught the sparkles of the light and built a halo around her head.

“Did you just kiss me?” The ellon stuttered.

Aredhel nodded and blushed deep because she worried to have scared him away, with giving in the urge to finally kiss him after so many years of simple friendship.

"Would you mind to do that again?" He asked shyly and tried to keep his eyes down to his cloak.

"Do you give me allowance to kiss you again." The elleth asked in the same shy tone as Glorfindel had spoken. He now only nodded, his eyes still fixed to the cloak and he rolled the seam of it nervously between his fingers.

Gently Aredhel cupped his face again and made him look into his eyes. He bent his head to the side and slowly moving closer. When her lips feathered over the skin of his cheek and traveled to his mouth, Glorfindel slowly took her hands off his face and held them in his.

He slowly opened his lips and softly, barely able to feel he sucked her top lip in. He rubbed his nose on her tiny nose as the tip of his tongue slid softly over mouth. Aredhel shivered a little when she opened her mouth and their tongues met for the first time.

And Glorfindel’s eyes opened wide as a sudden power took over him, he wrapped his arms around her and drowned her in a way more passionate kiss. They fell back onto the cloak and Aredhel’s hands dug deep into his golden hair, holding him, giving him no chance to get away anymore.

When they finally broke the kiss, both were breathless. "Excuse my harsh behavior, but I suddenly desired to be so close to you,” Glorfindel gasped for air, but his hands suddenly started to stroke her sides. He tried to get himself under control but his body did not follow his orders anymore.

Aredhel reached out to pet his face. As she let her fingers travel down his temple and gently touched his ear. Glorfindel inhaled sharp and felt a desire waking up inside of him. He never before had cared to lay with an elleth. He had been much to occupied being Lord Turgon’s right hand and with the tusk of watching over Aredhel’s safety.

A tingling sensation traveled down his groin and he felt his elfhood responding to her touches. He was torn between touching her more than it was appropriate for him and to lie with her and to jump up and run away.

On the other hand the elven lady had no idea either what was coming over her. Never had she let anyone come that close to her and of course no one had dared to kiss her ever. And now a fire was burning inside of her, that she did not know how to extinguish.

Their eyes locked again, when Aredhel’s shaking hands tried to open one of the buttons of his jerkin. Slowly she finally managed the task and proceeded to the next one until she had all opened them. The ellon caught her hand more than once to kiss it, never taking the eyes of her face.

Glorfindel’s voice broke when he tried to speak to her and only breathed the words “Are you sure, that you…we…that…?” But the elleth interrupted him, kissing him just about the nape of his neck and whispered “Aye, my beloved friend though I do not know what exactly we are doing.”

The ellon found some courage again and started to unlace her dress on the front. He bent forward to place soft kisses on each spot of naked skin that appeared. When he brushed her riding gown over her shoulders, her breasts slipped free. Gentle he stroke over her heated skin to cup them.

Aredhel inhaled, nervous and excited at the same time. When Glorfindel’s mouth traveled from her throat down to her chest, she closed her eyes.

His lips found her small nipples. They had hardened by his tender touching already. Amazing he looked at them and instinctively he closed his mouth around one, sucking it softly in and touching it with his tongue. The searing heat in his loins wanted to be set free and Glorfindel desperately tried to pull his breeches off. Feeling his troubles of undressing himself while also still gently sucking on her nipples, arousing them to an unbearable level, Aredhel’s hands moved quickly down to help the ellon freeing himself.

In the moment the breeches slipped over his narrow hips his erect life jumped forward, digging into her thigh. Glorfindel quickly pulled his tunic off and pushed his breeches totally down, while kicking his boots away. Chills of excitement ran over his ivory skin when he turned to Aredhel, who still was clad from her waist down. He knelt at her side, and the meanwhile in bright sunlight, dazzled, she could see that he was not as lithe built as she always had thought. He did not have the swollen muscles she had seen on elven smiths in Valinor, but his body was equally beautiful as his face.

The ellon reached under her back to support her while taking her dress away. Naked there she laid in front of him, on his cloak, their clothes strewn at large. And for a moment, that seemed to both of them like an eternity, they simply looked at their nude bodies, soaking up every image, to memorize it forever.

The irresistible force of nature let Aredhel open her legs, inviting Glorfindel to find his place between them. Still kneeling beside her, he let his hands travel over her breasts, her abdomen down to the delicately rounded hill that lay between her legs. Covered with tiny black curls it hid the elleth’s most tender parts of her gender.

His fingers gently traced the shape of her triangle, moving further down, parting her folds to explore her body further. Aredhel moaned with desire, calling his name desperately to relieve her sweet pain. Surprised Glorfindel found pleasure in watching her shiver and shake when he started to circle that tiny pearl of lust that stood highly erect out of it’s hood.

A new urge, again an unknown feeling to him, pulled him down between her legs, made him narrow his head until he caught her faint, but most intimate scent, forcing his tongue to lick that button he just had been rubbing and circling. Aredhel cried out in pleasure when he touched her gently.

She had never experienced this kind of excitement. It was so good. Her lower body seemed to be burning, set on fire and where his fingers touched the skin of her thighs, electrifying flashes moved to the core of her tenderness between her legs. She could feel a wetness building up. Something she never had felt before either.

He combed through the curls most gently to divide her folds with his thumbs. Aredhel inhaled and held her breath as the tip of his tongue touched this little pearl of hers again, striking it faster this time.

The ellon continued to caress her with his tongue and one of his fingers traveled to that tiny slit, which was so very wet already. With little force he pushed his finger a slightly into her. The elleth jumped back.

“I am so sorry, I am so sorry. I did not mean to hurt you!“ Glorfindel cried out instantly stopping any further exploring.

Though the elleth brought his face close to hers to kiss him. Passionately she leaned back again, drew him down to her, feeling the warmth and weight of his body. She knew she had to guide him, but did not know how.

Glorfindel broke their kiss and moved his head again between her legs. He licked her pearl quicker now, sending burning flashes through her body and his finger dug gently deeper into her, causing her no pain this time.

And suddenly Aredhel did not know what happened to her. In an instant her lower body felt to be inflamed and started to pulsate. Everything was spinning around her and something inside of her was exploding with the pulsating. High pitched screams escaped her throat.

Then slowly, tiredly her breathing quieted to normal. Glorfindel gazed astonished over her, not knowing what had come over her, when she had suddenly shook so heavily, when his finger in her tight channel had been sucked deeper, when her screams filled the crisp morning air, echoing in the valley.

Aredhel’s hands found his erect member. Her fingers barely reached around it’s shaft and for a moment she wondered, how this should ever fit into her tiny opening. Glorfindel’s sighed as her slim hands rubbed up and down, arousing him even more. His elfhood was hurting already and there was this wish of explosion that had started to manifest in his brains.

Dazed, terrified, exalted, not sure if she was totally conscious, Aredhel felt the life force her, moving her body closer to him without volition, moving him too, guiding him suddenly fiercely to her. Glorfindel propped himself up on one of his elbows. His hand found his hardness and he sought for the small entrance to her body. Finally finding he pressed himself against it. Sudden force gripped Glorfindel and he thrust his member all the length into her tight channel.

Thinly Aredhel cried thinly out, feeling him so deep inside of her, her channel stretched to it’s limit, the barrier of her virginity broken. The ellon gasped for the sensation of the heat and moisture that surrounded him. Nothing in his whole life had prepared him for what he was feeling then. He heard himself crying out her name, heard her high and shaking voice, not understanding what she said in this very moment of their coupling.

Slowly but determined by the call of life Glorfindel moved his hips up and down, pushing his member deep into her moist and tight channel just to retreat again, lengthening his strokes with every single thrust. Aredhel, first frozen in painful surprise, joined his movements, meeting him, lifting her back, pushing back, allowing him to get as deep as possible into her body.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, listening to his heavy breathing the elleth lost herself in ecstasy, screaming his name, driving her hands into his hair, dragging him down on her when her body began to spasm, throwing itself passionately against him. Glorfindel was rapt at these great , new sensation of her tightening but tender walls. He felt getting closer to the ultimate experience. He did not want to stop, he could not stop, continued to thrust into her, hearing her moans and screams only as if they came from a great distance. And finally all the fierce fury of his passion burst and spurted deep into her womb.

He moaned and fell forward across her, lifeless except for his heavy breathing. The warm air of his lungs brushed over the side of her face and she still held him tight, while his elfhood softened inside of her. Aredhel felt him kissing her naked breast, the nape of her neck, her cheeks and her eyes.

“You have captured me heart. I can not express in mere words, what I feel for you,” Glorfindel whispered, cradling her in his arms, holding her lovingly.

And the elleth answered “I love you Glorfindel, ever since the day I came to Gondolin.” Her head on his chest they staid on the meadow so close to the forest, repeating there love play many times before returning to the White City.