The Wrong Path
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
23
Views:
4,226
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6
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Epilogue
Title: The Wrong Path
Author: Erviniae
Epilogue
Prompt: #45 “The Wrong Path”
For the Hall of Books challenge
Pairing: Erestor/Ecthelion, Glorfindel
Rating: PG to eventual NC-17
Warning: AU, Angst, M/M
Disclaimer: All belongs to the esteemed Tolkien. I make no profit
in having fun with his wonderful universe.
Summary: Sometimes the wrong path is often the
Right one.
Feedback: If you would be so kind.
“ADATOR! ADATOR!” The name resounded loudly throughout the halls of New Imladris. Even though his granddaughter, Lothluin, was twenty-five now, she still called Erestor by the name she gave him when just a babe. Unable to say his name properly, she called him Ada Tor, which became a one-word forename as she grew.
“You are being paged, love. “ Ecthelion smiled at the familiar adage. They just finished dressing for the morning, when the voice grew louder as it neared their quarters.
“She sounds more excited than usual,” Erestor quickly went to the door and opened it as he saw a lovely ellith with a mane of unruly auburn hair running towards him. “Really, Lothluin, you must not run so in the halls, you could trip…” He was interrupted by her arms going around his waist, almost knocking him over. Only the door saved his fall.
“Adator, the baby is here! Come quickly, it is so very precious!” Lothluin smiled wide, her cheeks flushed from running.
Erestor smoothed her hair and kissed her cheek. She grabbed his hand and tried to pull him with all her might. She suddenly stopped and glanced into the room. “Thelion! You too, come on!”
“Yes, come on, Thelion!” Erestor teased to which Ecthelion laughed, his eyes twinkling in mirth.
She grabbed Ecthelion’s hand as she led them to the newest arrival in their home.
“Oh, he is precious! He has blue hair and blonde eyes, no, I mean blue eyes and blonde hair,” giggled Lothluin. “Did you hear what I said Adator?” She continued to giggle. “He is so very small, with little hands, and little feet, and a wrinkly face! Nana said that he is big, but he looks tiny to me, I think she is silly, don’t you? Oh, well, wait and you will see…” Lothluin babbled constantly the whole way through the halls until they reached their destination. “Oh and Ada says that he is my Uncle! But he cannot be, can he, because he is too small? Everyone knows that only grownups can be aunts or uncles…sometimes I think my Ada is silly too!”
Erestor smiled and nodded while Ecthelion tried desperately not to laugh at her enthusiasm. “Nana sent me to get you; she said you wanted to be there, and that only I could get you! Isn’t that wonderful, Adator?”
“That is because you are so dependable and smart.” Erestor told her to which she beamed with happiness and smiled wide.
Outside of Lothwen and Glorfindel’s chambers, stood a smiling Elrond, Melpomaen, Fauniel, and Eirien: “Come here, Lothluin,” Eirien gestured with open arms.
“I brought them, I told you I would.” Lothluin beamed happily as she went to her great-grandmother’s open embrace.
“I never doubted your skills,” Eirien smiled fondly as she kissed the top of Lothluin’s head. Since moving to New Imladris with Erestor a month after he asked her too, Eirien soon found a place in all the hearts of the residents there.
Eirien was a gentle, loving soul, always giving; deeply in love with her grandchildren, and they with her. Lothluin, especially, grew attached to her and the two were nigh inseparable companions. Their days were spent with lessons on gardening, baking, sewing and painting. Eirien fond she had an almost intrinsic ability to paint. She spent much time on the porches or in the gardens, exploring her artistic side- something that she never thought she could do when she lived with her controlling husband.
Erestor stopped at the doorway. “How is Lothwen?” His concern showed in his voice.
“Tired but sound,” smiled Elrond, adding, “go in, she is asking for you.”
Releasing a large sigh, Erestor gently knocked upon the open doorway. A twinge of melancholy hit him as he espied the happy family within the large bed. Glorfindel sat beside Lothwen who had the babe in her arms, cooing softly to him. It seemed both long ago and yesterday that she held Melpomaen much the same way. Glorfindel smiled wide at him and gestured for Erestor to come closer.
Erestor half bowed. “Congratulations my friends,” he nodded as Lothwen smiled brightly.
“How are you fairing?” He quietly asked with true concern.
“Tired but well, please, come closer.” She held out her precious bundle for him to hold. He hesitated but a moment, and then gently took the babe in his arms.
He gazed at the life before him in wonderment. So small and fragile, yet so utterly captivating. He found himself mesmerized by the tiny facial movements and the delightful little grunts only a newborn could make. He found himself nudging the utterly soft little tufts of hair with his nose; taking in the sweet scent of him. He was in awe once more at the fragile life before him. “He is so beautiful.”
Lothwen began to cry silently at the way Erestor handled her child with such tenderness and love. She couldn’t help but feel melancholy for the time when he first held Melpomaen as a babe. Feeling the same, he caught her eyes and smiled. He then gently handed the infant to his father. He grasped Glorfindel’s shoulder, “take care of them, my friend.” He leaned down and kissed the now sleeping Lothwen.
Returning to the hall, Ecthelion was all that remained there in waiting. Erestor’s eyes questioned the disappearance of the others. “They went for a much needed meal. Would you like to join them?”
“No, I think not.” Erestor sighed slowly.
“Come; let us take a ride, hmnn?” Ecthelion urged Erestor towards the stairs that led out of the main house. Erestor nodded in agreement and took his lover’s hand.
They rode for at least an hour, the wind rushing through their hair taking troubles with it as it wisped behind them sharply. The countryside was a mottle of trees and cottages along the impromptu road that led towards a small village of independent fishermen, who used the river’s bounty and lived upon its edges. Slowing, they trotted near a ford in the river and dismounted to allow their horses to drink. They looked around and seeing a fallen tree, headed to it for a makeshift seat. They were slightly out of breath and their faces pink from the wind as Erestor sank heavily upon their improvised bench. Ecthelion sat with a loud whoosh and smiled. Erestor closed his eyes and breathed deep of the moist air. Feeling his hair being smoothed, he opened his eyes to see such a look of love in Ecthelion’s green eyes, that a shiver befell him.
That same hand traced along his cheek and jaw, the long fingers deceptively tender. “So beautiful,” Ecthelion spoke reverently as he replaced his fingers with soft full lips. Erestor let out a genuine sigh to Ecthelion’s delight. Lips brushed his at first ever lightly, with Erestor seeking harder contact. Smiling, Ecthelion pulled back to watch the pouting mouth before him; a mouth of which delights he knew of well. Erestor grabbed his lover’s hair pulling him in for a searing kiss of dueling tongues. Ecthelion fell forward onto his knees which grew weak from such a scorching kiss. His hands searched downwards until they found the ties to Erestor’s pants to which he pulled vigorously, loosening them easily. Without a thought, Ecthelion’s hands released its prize, Erestor’s full and slickened erection. Erestor groaned and that sent Ecthelion’s heart racing and he bent down and took Erestor’s cock full in his mouth. Crying out, Erestor grabbed handfuls of hair as Ecthelion’s skilled tongue went to work. He left not one inch of Erestor’s cock un-licked, kissed or sucked upon. He then took him full in his mouth once more, sucked hard and in twirling his tongue in the slit upon the impossibly hard cock before him, found himself swallowing hard to drink of all that was spilt upon his tongue after his lover stiffened and came crying out his name over and over. Small waves of ecstasy shuddered through Erestor until he fell limp onto the ground, Ecthelion licking his lips and smiling wide above him. Unable to speak and chest heaving from his orgasm, Erestor grabbed at Ecthelion’s pants, to which Ecthelion quickly undid them freeing his hardened cock for Erestor to see. Erestor smiled into Ecthelion’s eyes wickedly, “touch yourself, and come on me.”
Ecthelion groaned loudly as his cocked jerked at those words, “watch me.”
“Oh, my eyes shall not be averted,” teased Erestor as he sat upon his elbows to get a better look.
Ecthelion began to pleasure himself slowly but could not do so without jerking wildly about. His hand stroked fast and hard, until his body tightened and he yelled out as he came in hard bursts upon Erestor’s chest, lap and legs. He collapsed to his side, with Erestor kissing him softly and stroking his face sweetly. “Thank you love,” he kissed him some more before they cleaned themselves by the water and walked hand in hand to get their horses.
As they rode back to New Imladris just before sunset, Erestor looked upon his home and smiled. He was happy and could ask for nothing more.
The End
Author: Erviniae
Epilogue
Prompt: #45 “The Wrong Path”
For the Hall of Books challenge
Pairing: Erestor/Ecthelion, Glorfindel
Rating: PG to eventual NC-17
Warning: AU, Angst, M/M
Disclaimer: All belongs to the esteemed Tolkien. I make no profit
in having fun with his wonderful universe.
Summary: Sometimes the wrong path is often the
Right one.
Feedback: If you would be so kind.
“ADATOR! ADATOR!” The name resounded loudly throughout the halls of New Imladris. Even though his granddaughter, Lothluin, was twenty-five now, she still called Erestor by the name she gave him when just a babe. Unable to say his name properly, she called him Ada Tor, which became a one-word forename as she grew.
“You are being paged, love. “ Ecthelion smiled at the familiar adage. They just finished dressing for the morning, when the voice grew louder as it neared their quarters.
“She sounds more excited than usual,” Erestor quickly went to the door and opened it as he saw a lovely ellith with a mane of unruly auburn hair running towards him. “Really, Lothluin, you must not run so in the halls, you could trip…” He was interrupted by her arms going around his waist, almost knocking him over. Only the door saved his fall.
“Adator, the baby is here! Come quickly, it is so very precious!” Lothluin smiled wide, her cheeks flushed from running.
Erestor smoothed her hair and kissed her cheek. She grabbed his hand and tried to pull him with all her might. She suddenly stopped and glanced into the room. “Thelion! You too, come on!”
“Yes, come on, Thelion!” Erestor teased to which Ecthelion laughed, his eyes twinkling in mirth.
She grabbed Ecthelion’s hand as she led them to the newest arrival in their home.
“Oh, he is precious! He has blue hair and blonde eyes, no, I mean blue eyes and blonde hair,” giggled Lothluin. “Did you hear what I said Adator?” She continued to giggle. “He is so very small, with little hands, and little feet, and a wrinkly face! Nana said that he is big, but he looks tiny to me, I think she is silly, don’t you? Oh, well, wait and you will see…” Lothluin babbled constantly the whole way through the halls until they reached their destination. “Oh and Ada says that he is my Uncle! But he cannot be, can he, because he is too small? Everyone knows that only grownups can be aunts or uncles…sometimes I think my Ada is silly too!”
Erestor smiled and nodded while Ecthelion tried desperately not to laugh at her enthusiasm. “Nana sent me to get you; she said you wanted to be there, and that only I could get you! Isn’t that wonderful, Adator?”
“That is because you are so dependable and smart.” Erestor told her to which she beamed with happiness and smiled wide.
Outside of Lothwen and Glorfindel’s chambers, stood a smiling Elrond, Melpomaen, Fauniel, and Eirien: “Come here, Lothluin,” Eirien gestured with open arms.
“I brought them, I told you I would.” Lothluin beamed happily as she went to her great-grandmother’s open embrace.
“I never doubted your skills,” Eirien smiled fondly as she kissed the top of Lothluin’s head. Since moving to New Imladris with Erestor a month after he asked her too, Eirien soon found a place in all the hearts of the residents there.
Eirien was a gentle, loving soul, always giving; deeply in love with her grandchildren, and they with her. Lothluin, especially, grew attached to her and the two were nigh inseparable companions. Their days were spent with lessons on gardening, baking, sewing and painting. Eirien fond she had an almost intrinsic ability to paint. She spent much time on the porches or in the gardens, exploring her artistic side- something that she never thought she could do when she lived with her controlling husband.
Erestor stopped at the doorway. “How is Lothwen?” His concern showed in his voice.
“Tired but sound,” smiled Elrond, adding, “go in, she is asking for you.”
Releasing a large sigh, Erestor gently knocked upon the open doorway. A twinge of melancholy hit him as he espied the happy family within the large bed. Glorfindel sat beside Lothwen who had the babe in her arms, cooing softly to him. It seemed both long ago and yesterday that she held Melpomaen much the same way. Glorfindel smiled wide at him and gestured for Erestor to come closer.
Erestor half bowed. “Congratulations my friends,” he nodded as Lothwen smiled brightly.
“How are you fairing?” He quietly asked with true concern.
“Tired but well, please, come closer.” She held out her precious bundle for him to hold. He hesitated but a moment, and then gently took the babe in his arms.
He gazed at the life before him in wonderment. So small and fragile, yet so utterly captivating. He found himself mesmerized by the tiny facial movements and the delightful little grunts only a newborn could make. He found himself nudging the utterly soft little tufts of hair with his nose; taking in the sweet scent of him. He was in awe once more at the fragile life before him. “He is so beautiful.”
Lothwen began to cry silently at the way Erestor handled her child with such tenderness and love. She couldn’t help but feel melancholy for the time when he first held Melpomaen as a babe. Feeling the same, he caught her eyes and smiled. He then gently handed the infant to his father. He grasped Glorfindel’s shoulder, “take care of them, my friend.” He leaned down and kissed the now sleeping Lothwen.
Returning to the hall, Ecthelion was all that remained there in waiting. Erestor’s eyes questioned the disappearance of the others. “They went for a much needed meal. Would you like to join them?”
“No, I think not.” Erestor sighed slowly.
“Come; let us take a ride, hmnn?” Ecthelion urged Erestor towards the stairs that led out of the main house. Erestor nodded in agreement and took his lover’s hand.
They rode for at least an hour, the wind rushing through their hair taking troubles with it as it wisped behind them sharply. The countryside was a mottle of trees and cottages along the impromptu road that led towards a small village of independent fishermen, who used the river’s bounty and lived upon its edges. Slowing, they trotted near a ford in the river and dismounted to allow their horses to drink. They looked around and seeing a fallen tree, headed to it for a makeshift seat. They were slightly out of breath and their faces pink from the wind as Erestor sank heavily upon their improvised bench. Ecthelion sat with a loud whoosh and smiled. Erestor closed his eyes and breathed deep of the moist air. Feeling his hair being smoothed, he opened his eyes to see such a look of love in Ecthelion’s green eyes, that a shiver befell him.
That same hand traced along his cheek and jaw, the long fingers deceptively tender. “So beautiful,” Ecthelion spoke reverently as he replaced his fingers with soft full lips. Erestor let out a genuine sigh to Ecthelion’s delight. Lips brushed his at first ever lightly, with Erestor seeking harder contact. Smiling, Ecthelion pulled back to watch the pouting mouth before him; a mouth of which delights he knew of well. Erestor grabbed his lover’s hair pulling him in for a searing kiss of dueling tongues. Ecthelion fell forward onto his knees which grew weak from such a scorching kiss. His hands searched downwards until they found the ties to Erestor’s pants to which he pulled vigorously, loosening them easily. Without a thought, Ecthelion’s hands released its prize, Erestor’s full and slickened erection. Erestor groaned and that sent Ecthelion’s heart racing and he bent down and took Erestor’s cock full in his mouth. Crying out, Erestor grabbed handfuls of hair as Ecthelion’s skilled tongue went to work. He left not one inch of Erestor’s cock un-licked, kissed or sucked upon. He then took him full in his mouth once more, sucked hard and in twirling his tongue in the slit upon the impossibly hard cock before him, found himself swallowing hard to drink of all that was spilt upon his tongue after his lover stiffened and came crying out his name over and over. Small waves of ecstasy shuddered through Erestor until he fell limp onto the ground, Ecthelion licking his lips and smiling wide above him. Unable to speak and chest heaving from his orgasm, Erestor grabbed at Ecthelion’s pants, to which Ecthelion quickly undid them freeing his hardened cock for Erestor to see. Erestor smiled into Ecthelion’s eyes wickedly, “touch yourself, and come on me.”
Ecthelion groaned loudly as his cocked jerked at those words, “watch me.”
“Oh, my eyes shall not be averted,” teased Erestor as he sat upon his elbows to get a better look.
Ecthelion began to pleasure himself slowly but could not do so without jerking wildly about. His hand stroked fast and hard, until his body tightened and he yelled out as he came in hard bursts upon Erestor’s chest, lap and legs. He collapsed to his side, with Erestor kissing him softly and stroking his face sweetly. “Thank you love,” he kissed him some more before they cleaned themselves by the water and walked hand in hand to get their horses.
As they rode back to New Imladris just before sunset, Erestor looked upon his home and smiled. He was happy and could ask for nothing more.
The End