Heaven Only Knows (sequel to Heaven Knows)
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,498
Reviews:
2
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Currently Reading:
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All characters and locations are the sole property of Professor Tolkien’s Estate (in other words, I do not own any portion of Lord of the rings, the Silmarillion, Lost Tales or any other fandom). This is written only for pleasure and not fo
Chapter 2
AN: Faoiltierna...Thanks a bunch for commenting. Hope you like where this leads! ~G
Title: Heaven Only Knows
Author: Gwaelinn
Beta: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairings: Gildor/Surprise
Rating: G-NC17 in later chapters
Warnings: None for this chapter but future SLASH
Summary: After the events of Heaven Knows, Gildor finally sails West and, he hopes, into the arms of his beloved.
Disclaimer: All characters and locations are the sole property of Professor Tolkien’s Estate. This is written for pleasure and therefore not for profit; no money or anything else has been made.
Notes: This story is AU. It does take place after the events of “Heaven Knows.” You do not need to have read “Heaven Knows” but it might help fill in some blanks.
Chapter 2
Gildor sank into a blissful sleep the moment his head sank into the soft pillow. He soon felt as if he was floating and as the mental fog dispersed…
Two bodies lay entwined on a sandy beach. Anor’s warm light illuminated the elves, one with hair dark as pitch, the other with a mane of gold. They rolled over in the sand, vying for dominance as cool waves lapped at their feet. The golden elf gained the advantage and pinned his lover’s arms above his head in the soft sand. White teeth nipped at a delicate ear and a moan of wanton desire escaped. The elf proceeded to lick down the pale column of flesh to lap at the tempting skin at the collarbone. The pinned elf writhed beneath his love. Every move brought their naked bodies together and both felt the heat rise. Once the golden elf was certain his lover would not turn the tide, he released his lover’s wrists and slowly let his hand traverse the smooth flesh, followed by his lips. He took in a rosy nipple and sucked it to a peak, feeling the body beneath him arch.
“Aye, Gildor…my Lion.”
Gildor moved lower, his hair tickling the sensitized skin of his love. He dipped his tongue into the quivering bellybutton and chuckled at the gasp that escaped his lover’s lips. Lower still the elf lord moved until he could nuzzle the soft curls at the base of his lover’s proud shaft.
“Please,” came the breathy request. However, Gildor continued to nuzzle the soft down, inhaling the musky scent of his beloved. Strong hands knotted in his thick hair, trying to guide him. Gildor however, was not ready to indulge in the feast. He wished to tease and torment his love a bit more. Pushing his lover’s legs a part just enough to settle between them, yet keep the thighs pinned, Gildor began to lick the junction between thigh and hip. His hands splayed over the hipbone to keep his love in place. He licked around the base of each little globe, feeling his own member throb with each gasp and moan he elicited. Carefully he sucked the precious orb into his month and quickly pressed down on this lover’s hips and legs to keep him still. Gildor had no desire to hurt his love.
“Ahhh! Saes…need…” His love could do little more than pant, all coherent thought long gone. The elf lord smiled as he ran his tongue from base to tip of the firm shaft. It twitched and a pearl of nectar formed on the head. With a delicate flick of his tongue, Gildor tasted his lover. Oh, he wanted more! Scooting up to rest his elbow on either side of his lover’s hips, Gildor took his love into his mouth and began to suck and lave the velvet shaft. His lover bucked and groaned as the moist heat pulled him towards ecstasy. As Gildor sucked, he carefully shifted so his hand could fondle the soft sacks before moving farther down and back to circle the puckered entrance. The grip on his hair tightened with anticipation. A finger slid home, a demanding mouth milked the hard shaft and with a sudden buck and scream, Gildor swallowed all his love gave him.
******
He did not know how long he slept, but when Gildor awoke, he felt refreshed. Heaven only knows when he last slept so well! With a smile and stretch he tried to remember his dream but in the light of day, it proved illusive. Whatever it was, it had filled him with new hope and he was ready to greet the white shores. Washing quickly and donning fresh clothing, the golden elf lord moved to the deck. Celeborn greeted him with a smile.
“It will not be long now. We should see landfall by tomorrow I think.”
Gildor eyed his friend.
“I can feel the pull of my wife,” Celeborn said with a chuckle.
The two lords were at long last bringing the very last of the First-born home. Two ships would come to Valinor: theirs, which carried those Galadhrim who chose to stay with their lord, and those of Imladris who stayed by Elrohir till his passing; and Legolas’ ship, which carried those who remained of Thranduil’s people, Gimli and Sam Wise Gamgee. Gildor took a deep breath and reached out with his mind and soul. Perhaps, just perhaps, he could sense his beloved Darkling as Celeborn could sense Galadriel… *sigh* nothing.
As Celeborn predicted, it was at dawn that faint shadows of land could be seen. By late morning they could hear the welcome singing of their kin. In the late afternoon sun, the vessels reached the sheltering docks, and amid cheers and hugs, the elves set foot in the blessed realm. Galadriel rushed to her husband’s arms in a flourish of golden silver, looking younger than when she had sailed. After engaging in a kiss that had the younger elves blushing, she greeted her kinsman with a warm embrace.
“He does not believe you would sail but he loves you still,” she whispered so none could hear. “Go to him. I have told him of your continued love, but he doubts. Go, ease his mind.” Galadriel slipped from his arms and rejoined her family.
Gildor reached for his packs but found another set of hands already there. Looking up he came face to face with Elladan. The Peredhel smiled. “Stay with us meldir, until you get settled.”
“Hennon le, meldir.” Gildor clapped Elladan on the shoulder as the two moved away from the docks. Elladan filled Gildor in on everything that had happened since the younger elf sailed. Gildor shared some of his tales. Soon they came to a rather large house. Erestor stood at the top of the steps. When he saw his old friend, he ran to greet him. The two embraced, having missed each other greatly.
“Ah, meldir,” Gildor said. “You look whole! I feared you would not survive the journey.” Gildor stepped back and looked deep into his friends eyes. Once Erestor believed Elladan beyond his reach, he threw himself into the battles to defeat Sauron. He fought ferociously and gallantly, but in the end he sustained more wounds than even Elrond could heal. Erestor was taken to the harbor, barely alive, and his ship sailed. Until now, Gildor did not think his longtime friend had survived.
Erestor blushed, “I did not think I would either. However, I did and thanks to you, my love joined me. I owe you more than I can ever repay.”
Gildor gave the dark elf one last squeeze before stepping back. “You owe me nothing.”
“You family is planning a welcome feast for you tomorrow so you can rest a bit from your journey. I hope you will join my family for a quiet supper tonight.” Erestor continued, “My grandfather loves company.”
Before Gildor could register what Erestor said, a voice called to them from behind.
“Ah, penneth, who have you dragged home from the docks this time?”
Gildor turned, his heart stopped in his chest.
Title: Heaven Only Knows
Author: Gwaelinn
Beta: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairings: Gildor/Surprise
Rating: G-NC17 in later chapters
Warnings: None for this chapter but future SLASH
Summary: After the events of Heaven Knows, Gildor finally sails West and, he hopes, into the arms of his beloved.
Disclaimer: All characters and locations are the sole property of Professor Tolkien’s Estate. This is written for pleasure and therefore not for profit; no money or anything else has been made.
Notes: This story is AU. It does take place after the events of “Heaven Knows.” You do not need to have read “Heaven Knows” but it might help fill in some blanks.
Chapter 2
Gildor sank into a blissful sleep the moment his head sank into the soft pillow. He soon felt as if he was floating and as the mental fog dispersed…
Two bodies lay entwined on a sandy beach. Anor’s warm light illuminated the elves, one with hair dark as pitch, the other with a mane of gold. They rolled over in the sand, vying for dominance as cool waves lapped at their feet. The golden elf gained the advantage and pinned his lover’s arms above his head in the soft sand. White teeth nipped at a delicate ear and a moan of wanton desire escaped. The elf proceeded to lick down the pale column of flesh to lap at the tempting skin at the collarbone. The pinned elf writhed beneath his love. Every move brought their naked bodies together and both felt the heat rise. Once the golden elf was certain his lover would not turn the tide, he released his lover’s wrists and slowly let his hand traverse the smooth flesh, followed by his lips. He took in a rosy nipple and sucked it to a peak, feeling the body beneath him arch.
“Aye, Gildor…my Lion.”
Gildor moved lower, his hair tickling the sensitized skin of his love. He dipped his tongue into the quivering bellybutton and chuckled at the gasp that escaped his lover’s lips. Lower still the elf lord moved until he could nuzzle the soft curls at the base of his lover’s proud shaft.
“Please,” came the breathy request. However, Gildor continued to nuzzle the soft down, inhaling the musky scent of his beloved. Strong hands knotted in his thick hair, trying to guide him. Gildor however, was not ready to indulge in the feast. He wished to tease and torment his love a bit more. Pushing his lover’s legs a part just enough to settle between them, yet keep the thighs pinned, Gildor began to lick the junction between thigh and hip. His hands splayed over the hipbone to keep his love in place. He licked around the base of each little globe, feeling his own member throb with each gasp and moan he elicited. Carefully he sucked the precious orb into his month and quickly pressed down on this lover’s hips and legs to keep him still. Gildor had no desire to hurt his love.
“Ahhh! Saes…need…” His love could do little more than pant, all coherent thought long gone. The elf lord smiled as he ran his tongue from base to tip of the firm shaft. It twitched and a pearl of nectar formed on the head. With a delicate flick of his tongue, Gildor tasted his lover. Oh, he wanted more! Scooting up to rest his elbow on either side of his lover’s hips, Gildor took his love into his mouth and began to suck and lave the velvet shaft. His lover bucked and groaned as the moist heat pulled him towards ecstasy. As Gildor sucked, he carefully shifted so his hand could fondle the soft sacks before moving farther down and back to circle the puckered entrance. The grip on his hair tightened with anticipation. A finger slid home, a demanding mouth milked the hard shaft and with a sudden buck and scream, Gildor swallowed all his love gave him.
******
He did not know how long he slept, but when Gildor awoke, he felt refreshed. Heaven only knows when he last slept so well! With a smile and stretch he tried to remember his dream but in the light of day, it proved illusive. Whatever it was, it had filled him with new hope and he was ready to greet the white shores. Washing quickly and donning fresh clothing, the golden elf lord moved to the deck. Celeborn greeted him with a smile.
“It will not be long now. We should see landfall by tomorrow I think.”
Gildor eyed his friend.
“I can feel the pull of my wife,” Celeborn said with a chuckle.
The two lords were at long last bringing the very last of the First-born home. Two ships would come to Valinor: theirs, which carried those Galadhrim who chose to stay with their lord, and those of Imladris who stayed by Elrohir till his passing; and Legolas’ ship, which carried those who remained of Thranduil’s people, Gimli and Sam Wise Gamgee. Gildor took a deep breath and reached out with his mind and soul. Perhaps, just perhaps, he could sense his beloved Darkling as Celeborn could sense Galadriel… *sigh* nothing.
As Celeborn predicted, it was at dawn that faint shadows of land could be seen. By late morning they could hear the welcome singing of their kin. In the late afternoon sun, the vessels reached the sheltering docks, and amid cheers and hugs, the elves set foot in the blessed realm. Galadriel rushed to her husband’s arms in a flourish of golden silver, looking younger than when she had sailed. After engaging in a kiss that had the younger elves blushing, she greeted her kinsman with a warm embrace.
“He does not believe you would sail but he loves you still,” she whispered so none could hear. “Go to him. I have told him of your continued love, but he doubts. Go, ease his mind.” Galadriel slipped from his arms and rejoined her family.
Gildor reached for his packs but found another set of hands already there. Looking up he came face to face with Elladan. The Peredhel smiled. “Stay with us meldir, until you get settled.”
“Hennon le, meldir.” Gildor clapped Elladan on the shoulder as the two moved away from the docks. Elladan filled Gildor in on everything that had happened since the younger elf sailed. Gildor shared some of his tales. Soon they came to a rather large house. Erestor stood at the top of the steps. When he saw his old friend, he ran to greet him. The two embraced, having missed each other greatly.
“Ah, meldir,” Gildor said. “You look whole! I feared you would not survive the journey.” Gildor stepped back and looked deep into his friends eyes. Once Erestor believed Elladan beyond his reach, he threw himself into the battles to defeat Sauron. He fought ferociously and gallantly, but in the end he sustained more wounds than even Elrond could heal. Erestor was taken to the harbor, barely alive, and his ship sailed. Until now, Gildor did not think his longtime friend had survived.
Erestor blushed, “I did not think I would either. However, I did and thanks to you, my love joined me. I owe you more than I can ever repay.”
Gildor gave the dark elf one last squeeze before stepping back. “You owe me nothing.”
“You family is planning a welcome feast for you tomorrow so you can rest a bit from your journey. I hope you will join my family for a quiet supper tonight.” Erestor continued, “My grandfather loves company.”
Before Gildor could register what Erestor said, a voice called to them from behind.
“Ah, penneth, who have you dragged home from the docks this time?”
Gildor turned, his heart stopped in his chest.