Erestor's Gift

Title: Erestor’s Gift (20/20)
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Melpomaen
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Warning: None, except for fluff.
Summary: Erestor is sure Glorfindel forgot his begetting day, Elrond meddles, and both the chief Councilor and Lord of Imladris find their heart’s desire.
Author’s Note: Not a part of my usual Erestor/Glorfindel universe.


Chapter 20

After eating fish for two days, on the third morning Glorfindel and Erestor decided to venture out into the surrounding forest and hunt for game. Although neither held with killing healthy, young animals for food under normal circumstances, hunting for wounded or aged animals was perfectly acceptable. Hearing what sounded like one animal attacking another, they rushed toward the sound. Seeing a wild boar attacking what looked like a small, furry animal, both elves fired their arrows into the boar, quickly killing it.

“That boar will make some nice meals for us, Erestor!” Glorfindel said.

Erestor rushed to check on the animal the boar was attacking. “Glorfindel, it is a cat!” he called, horrified. “Oh, no. She is dead, Glorfindel. And she has had kittens. Look at her stomach – her nipples. She’s been nursing kittens. We have to find them!”

“Aye, we do. They won’t live without their mother,” Glorfindel replied.

The two elves searched all around the area for hours, hoping the mother cat had not strayed far, but found nothing. Dejectedly, they headed back to the cottage, Glorfindel carrying the boar.

“I cannot stand the thought of those kittens all alone out there, Glorfindel,” Erestor said.

Glorfindel nodded. “I know, love. Neither can I. But we looked for hours. If the kittens woke up, they would have been crying for their mother, and we heard nothing. They could not have been in that area, and I do not know where to start looking next. They could be anywhere,” he said sadly. He had always had cats in Gondolin and enjoyed their playful spirits.

“It just makes me so sad.” Erestor sighed heavily. “Poor little ones.” He had always loved cats, and over the long years of his life, many had shared his rooms and life. Their gentle companionship had brightened many long hours and kept him from being lonely.

As they approached the clearing where the cottage was, Durion and Asfaloth whinnied and danced around them.

“Hello, Durion, my old friend,” Erestor said, trying to scratch the stallion on his nose. “Have you two missed us?”

But Durion would have none of it. Dancing around his master, Durion effectively herded Erestor towards the stable. Looking to Glorfindel, he saw his mate was not having any better luck as Asfaloth pushed him in the same direction.

“Hold on, Asfaloth. Let me put this boar down.” Glorfindel shrugged the boar off his shoulder and dropped it on the ground. “All right, you two obviously want us to go to the stable. What’s so important in there?”

As they neared the stable, both elves began to hear small little sounds. “Glorfindel, listen! Is it?”

Both elves broke into a run. Following the sounds, they ran into the building. The sounds were coming from behind stacks of baled hay, so they quickly moved aside enough bales to get through.

Erestor sighed, relieved, as he saw what the horses had been so anxious about. “Oh, there you are little ones! Oh, look at you all. Oh, you are all so cute! Look at them, Glorfindel! Aren’t they adorable?” Erestor sat on the ground and one by one picked up each of the four kittens and placed them in his lap. “Oh, I am so glad you are here. I was so worried about you all!” There was a solid black kitten; a black one with white paws, chest and chin; another black one with very long fur like their mother had; and one cream colored with dark brown ears, tail, and paws and blue eyes. “Oh, they’re beautiful kittens, Glorfindel.”

Glorfindel grinned as he sat next to his husband. “Aye, they are adorable, love.” Asfaloth and Durion leaned over the piles of hay and snorted. “And you two,” Glorfindel said to the horses, “you two deserve a special treat. Thank you, my friends.” The horses huffed in agreement.

Erestor picked up one of the kittens and pressed a finger into its mouth. “Ouch. Oh, good. You have teeth! Glorfindel, they have teeth – they can eat. This one is chewing on my finger. They must be about six or seven weeks old. Are you hungry, little one?” The tiny kitten gnawed, and Erestor could feel its excitement. “They are hungry, my love. We need to feed them.”

“Let’s take them into the cottage, Erestor, and see if they can eat some of the fish,” Glorfindel said. He helped Erestor gather up the kittens, then took a large basket hanging from the rafters and placed the kittens in it. “We can put a warm blanket in the basket for them and they can use it to sleep in.”

Erestor carried the basket of kittens into the cottage and set it on the floor while Glorfindel went to the kitchen to find them some fish. He rejoined Erestor and placed two small plates of leftover cooked fish that he had broken into small pieces on the floor. The kittens mewed as the elves picked them up and placed them at the plates, then all four began eating ravenously.

“They were hungry,” Erestor smiled up at Glorfindel. “I’m so happy we found them. And I’m so glad they are old enough to eat.”

“So am I, my love,” Glorfindel leaned over and kissed Erestor. “Sweetheart, I need to go and get that boar and take care of it. When I’m done, let’s figure out if they are males or females and pick names for them.” He chuckled. “I’m glad we combined our rooms. The four of them will have lots of room to run in.”

“Hurry back, my love,” Erestor said, giving Glorfindel another kiss. “The kittens will probably fall asleep after they eat, and I will fix something for our meal.”

Glorfindel left to butcher the boar, and Erestor found a soft blanket, which he used to line the basket. He brought a plate of water and set it on the floor by the kittens, then sat down on the floor again to watch them. As each kitten finished eating and drinking, he picked it up, spoke to it softly, and set it in the basket to sleep. When all four were piled on top of each other in the basket asleep, he went to the kitchen and prepared a mid-day meal of bread, cheese, and fruit, and set it aside until they were ready to eat. There was enough fish left for the kittens until the following day when they could catch more. He went outside to help Glorfindel with the boar.

~~~*~~~
After they finishing butchering the boar, Glorfindel and Erestor had gone down to the river to wash themselves, clothes and all. It was the easiest way to clean up after the mess they made of themselves. Returning to the clearing naked and carrying their dripping clothes, Glorfindel chased Erestor around the garden before the councilor allowed himself to be caught, and they rolled in the lush grass.

“Got you!” Glorfindel declared triumphantly as he held Erestor down by laying on him.

Erestor wrapped his arms around Glorfindel and smiled. “Aye, you do. And just what are you going to do with me now, my fair husband?” he asked softly.

“Well, let me see. I think I will hold you and kiss you and love you forever. And then I will do…..this!” Glorfindel tickled Erestor mercilessly.

Erestor giggled, laughed, begged and howled, and finally got Glorfindel to stop tormenting him by pulling his head down for a passionate kiss. “We need to check on the kittens and have our meal, my love.” he said when the kiss finally ended. “Then after we put the meat to cook, I would love to have a nice hot bath and finish getting clean.”

Glorfindel groaned. “Erestor, my sweet, send the practical councilor away now. I want my sexy little imp.”

“I can promise you your imp in the bath after we get everything else done, my lover.”

~~~*~~~
A large pot with the beginnings of a rich stew made with boar meat simmered on the stove, and the two newly bathed elves relaxed on the floor with the kittens. Erestor giggled as tiny paws scurried over him and tiny tongues licked his face and hands. Three of the kittens were male, but the black one with the long fur like their mother was a female, and Erestor and Glorfindel were trying to think of names for them.

The little female had latched onto the golden warrior and was playing in his hair. “Look at her amber eyes, love. They look the sun peeking out of all that black fur. Let’s call her Auriel,” Glorfindel said.

“Perfect. It suits her. Her brother with the short black fur and amber eyes that look like fire can be Noron, and this cream and brown one with the blue eyes – he needs to be called Eluon. But this little cutie,” Erestor said, picking up the black one with white paws, “what shall we call you, little one? You are the tiniest one – and you are a little scamp. What would you like your name to be?”

“How about Anthion, my love?” Glorfindel said.

“Aye, love. Anthion is perfect.”

Glorfindel smiled. “He is a gift, my love. They all are. Erestor’s gifts.”

Erestor chuckled, caressed the soft black and white fur, and put his nose against Anthion’s. “Erestor’s gift. Are you my gift, little one?”

The elves let the kittens crawl all over them until the little balls of fur wore themselves out and fell asleep in a heap of fur, ears, paws and tails.

“Erestor? You know we have an hour or so before we need to add the vegetables to our dinner, and the kittens rather gave me an idea. Would you like to crawl all over me for the next hour?”

Erestor giggled. “Now who is the little imp?” He kissed his lover and pushed him down to lie on the floor. “I would love to crawl all over you for the next hour, my insatiable Glorfindel,” he purred, unfastening his lover’s tunic.

Erestor’s fingers and tongue gently crept over his lover’s chest like little paws until Glorfindel growled. The golden warrior sprang up, grabbed Erestor and threw him over his shoulder. Patting the shapely rump, he walked towards the bedroom and said, “I have changed my mind, beloved. I believe I am going to do the crawling now.”

Erestor giggled as he was thrown on the bed and quickly divested of his clothing. The giggles turned to moans as Glorfindel crawled on top of him, moving their hard lengths together. As his mouth was captured in a deep kiss, he wound his arms and legs around his mate. When they finally parted for air, Erestor breathed, “Take me. Take me.”

Glorfindel dipped his fingers into the bowl of oil he kept on the bedside table, thankful he had eliminated the use of a corked bottle. Erestor’s voice, asking to be taken, sent chills down his spine. Moving quickly he prepared himself, then carefully prepared Erestor. As much as he wanted to just thrust into the tight channel, he would not hurt his mate.

“Please…take me, love. I am ready. Please…,” Erestor whispered, moaning as Glorfindel’s fingers withdrew.

Glorfindel cried out Erestor’s name as he thrust inside the quivering channel. Nothing was as good as making love to his precious husband. The warmth of their bond surrounded them, and the two lovers’ souls danced and joined in the place that was theirs alone.

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Two days later~~

Erestor was seated in front of Glorfindel on Asfaloth as they entered the courtyard; Durion strode beside them, carrying their packs and several large bags of ripe apples. A small covered basket sat in front of Erestor, held firmly in the councilor’s hands.

“Welcome back, my friends!” Elrond called out, and he and a smiling Melpomaen strode down the steps, hand in hand. “What have you there, Erestor?” Elrond asked, seeing the basket move.

“That is Erestor’s gift, Elrond,” Glorfindel said, “and his brothers and sister.”

Erestor smiled and carefully opened the basket and one-by-one, four tiny furry heads peeked up to look around at their new home.

~~The end.