You're not alone

Chapter 2.

Erestor didn’t ask where they were going. He didn’t care where they went, as long as he was with Lindir. This felt like a dream, he wasn’t alone anymore. After a long walk they finally stopped and Lindir opened the door.

“Would you like to come in, meleth nín (my love)?” The elf asked, smiling at Erestor.

Erestor couldn’t believe his ears.

“What did you call me?” He breathed.

“You heard me fully well. Are you not meleth nín? I meant every word I sang for you, Erestor.” Lindir said seriously.

Erestor stepped in with his heart racing. He started to understand that his life had changed forever. Lindir led him to the couch and they sat down.

“Are you sure you really want someone like me?” Erestor asked shakily. He had always been alone, and it was almost impossible for him to believe that Lindir really loved him.

“Erestor, I do want someone like you! No replacements, meleth nín, just you. I want only you, till the end of Arda.” Lindir assured passionately; his beautiful eyes sparkling with emotions.

“I… I want you too.” Erestor said softly, his voice almost choking.

They stared at each other for a moment, which felt almost like an eternity. Neither of them knew who made the first move but, suddenly, Erestor was in Lindir’s arms kissing him fiercely. Erestor’s years of loneliness and hopeless longing faded away in one glorious and fleeting moment. His thoughts and senses filled with Lindir’s intoxicating closeness, loving kisses and caresses.

With shaky hands, Lindir made haste to undress his meleth. He wouldn’t allow anything, not one single garment to stay between them. When he finally felt warm, silky skin under his hands, he lowered his head to taste and kiss everywhere he could reach. Erestor’s scent, his taste of need trickled into Lindir’s senses, setting him on fire.

Erestor trembled violently when he felt Lindir’s bare, aroused body above him and his hungry lips upon his skin. When had their clothes disappeared? He didn’t know, neither cared. Gentle hands had moved upon Erestor’s abdomen, and his breathing couched with sheer waiting what was to come. Suddenly Lindir’s lips were once again upon his mouth, asking, demanding his answer.

“Erestor… say it! Say that you love me.” He whispered.

For a moment, complete silence fell between them.

“I love you, Lindir.” Erestor finally breathed, looking into blue, beautiful eyes. Like in a dream, he saw how a blond head bowed down on top of him, and hot lips pressed around him. The last rational thoughts he could have had vanished like ash in the wind. Lindir’s name erupted from Erestor’s lips like a hoarse cry when Erestor yielded to him.

Lindir feasted on his meleth as if he were starving.

Erestor laid beneath him, completely drowned in his passion. Never had Lindir seen a more beautiful sight. When Erestor finally came to him Lindir wailed as if he were dying. For a moment, he could only pant, feeling waves of Erestor’s completion under his hands. He gathered all the strength he had and stood up, lifting the writhing elf into his arms and carried him to bed.

Erestor laid on the bed, panting, with his eyes closed. And in the next moment, Lindir was beside him, holding him gently. Erestor felt gentle hands sliding carefully upon his buttocks, asking, begging for permission. He nodded silently, knowing that he couldn’t go back anymore. Whatever happened, he belonged to Lindir, now and forever.

Slowly, careful and gentle fingers prepared and stretched Erestor; they caressed and explored, until a hot wave of pleasure burst through him.

“Lindir! Now… by the Valar! Take me.” Erestor pleaded, and wild longing burned within him.

Finally, after a moment, which seemed an eternity, he felt a warm body leaning on top of him. Trembling and moaning, Erestor clung on to Lindir’s shoulders, and he finally joined them as one.

“Erestor! Mine… say it.” Lindir demanded hoarsely.

“Yours! Now and forever Lindir nín.” Erestor whispered, feeling complete for the first time in his life; and all rush faded away. Finally, they were one, as they were meant to be. Erestor held his meleth while he moved inside of him, leading them towards ecstasy. He softly caressed Lindir’s blond hair, which had dampened with sweat and their shared passion. Tears of joy ran from his eyes when Lindir bowed his head, kissing him all over again.

Lindir cried Erestor’s name loudly when he finally found his release. Erestor’s hoarse cry echoed in his ears, making his ecstasy even more intense. He buried his head into the crook of Erestor’s neck, sobbing in painful rapture. Lindir felt arms around him, pulling him even closer. He had never felt anything like this; never knew that his beloved’s closeness would feel like this.

Erestor was finally his. And he was Erestor’s.

Warm happiness rippled inside of Erestor when he still held Lindir in his arms, not wanting to let go. Nobody had ever possessed him like this, with so much love that his heart almost burst with happiness when he thought of it.

Lindir raised his head, kissing Erestor, and when he looked into his meleth’s eyes he saw Erestor smiling at him lovingly. Finally, Lindir saw his meleth’s fëa (soul) glowing for him, in all its beauty, and all fears and shadows were gone forever.

They kissed and caressed each other for a long time, with all the fervor of their newly- awakened love, knowing that they belonged to each other.

“I never believed that something like this would ever happen to me.” Erestor said softly, when he rested his head on Lindir’s chest.

“You were wrong. I have loved you since I first met you and I knew that I would never want another.”

Erestor glanced at Lindir, surprised.

“But… but you weren’t even reached your majority when you came to Imladris with your parents.”

“I wasn’t, but I was old enough to grieve them when they sailed to Valinor, leaving me behind. And I’ll never forget how you found me crying and consoled me.”

Erestor frowned, remembering the encounter.

“But how… are you sure that your feelings are not mere gratitude?” He asked quietly, not daring to meet Lindir’s gaze.

“They are not. Despite my grief, I fell in love with you, because you were the most beautiful creature I had ever seen, and your compassion told me that your fëa matched your stunning appearance. I have you now, Erestor nín. And I haven’t any intentions of ever letting you go.”

Tears of happiness formed in Erestor’s eyes. He had been sure that nobody had ever wanted him, because of his shyness. Everyone thought him to be cold and emotionless. Lindir was the only one who had ever seen under that façade.

“Don’t cry, meleth nín. You are not alone, nor will be, ever again.” Lindir whispered, cradling him gently.

“It feels so good to be in your arms. You are the reason why I went to the Fire- hall every evening. I had never had the courage to come to you, not even as a friend, but I loved to see you and listen to you.”
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“Oh, meleth! You will be in my arms for the rest of your life.” Lindir assured him.

They didn’t sleep that night, but held each other close, kissing and talking quietly, and when their passion stirred again, Erestor took Lindir, making him his own, forever.