Finding Hope

Chapter 27

Mirfaineth was standing at the door waiting for them when Glorfindel and Erestor arrived. She had woken when Caladir and Gurvelon had come for their girls, and knew that her cousin and his spouse would not be far behind. She grinned at the sight of Glorfindel carrying Erestor in his arms. “Greetings, my indulged cousin. The children are sound asleep, and I am awake, so I will return to my rooms.”

Erestor opened his eyes and sighed. “I suppose you had better put me down now, my love, as wonderful as it has been.” Glorfindel gently set him on his feet. Erestor gave his cousin a hug and kissed her brow. “Thank you, love. Rest well, and take care of my little nephew you carry.”

“I will. Good night, Erestor. Good night, Glorfindel.” Reaching up on tiptoe, she kissed Glorfindel’s cheek. “Take care of my favorite cousin for me, Glorfindel.”

Glorfindel smiled. “Always. Good night, Mirfaineth, and thank you.”

When she left, the adas went to check on the children. Faelion was sound asleep in his cradle, clutching his bunny. Tinnu and Glirien had left their kittens in the basket by the fire and were sleeping next to the elflings. Erestor and Glorfindel tucked in a blanket here and there, kissed the children softly, gave the cats a gentle pet, then retired to their own room. They lazily helped each other undress and remove the jewels and elaborate braids from their hair, and finally fell into their own bed.

Erestor snuggled into Glorfindel’s arms. “I am so happy for Elrond and Erynoron. It was lovely to see them together tonight.”

“Hmmm....It was. And the twins seem to be all right with it. I hoped they would be.” Glorfindel pulled Erestor closer and nuzzled his neck. “It was wonderful dancing with you again tonight, sweetheart,” he whispered.

“It was. I love it when you hold me. You always make me feel so warm and protected. I know I do not need protection, but I love feeling it just the same.”

Glorfindel stroked Erestor’s silky hair and chuckled warmly. “I love that I can make you feel that way. I would do anything for your happiness, Erestor.”

“As I would for you, my love.”

The two elves just held each other for a long time, sharing long, languid kisses.

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Caladir and Gurvelon looked down on their sleeping daughters. The two little girls were snuggled together, their arms wrapped around their dolls and each other, surrounded by their favorite stuffed animals. Their little gray and white kitten, Cenedril, was curled up sleeping on their pillow. “They are so precious, my love. I never thought I could fall so much in love so fast,” Gurvelon whispered, “except with you, of course.”

“Aye. So very precious and beautiful,” Caladir said softly. “Just like their Ada Velon. Come to bed, sweetheart,” he said, wrapping his arms around Gurvelon.

The little scribe nodded and they quietly slipped out of the girls’ room and into their own bedroom. Quickly undressing, Gurvelon crawled into bed, pulling his husband after him. As he started to remove the braids from Caladir’s hair, he said, “I am so glad they are sleeping better now and in their own room, my love.”

“Aye, and not just because I missed having you alone in our bed, but because it means their fears have finally grown less.”

Gurvelon nodded as he removed the last braid and ran his fingers through Caladir’s soft, dark hair, spreading it out. Lying down next to his warrior, he covered himself with his husband’s luxurious hair. Together for centuries, Caladir and Gurvelon’s love for each other had grown only stronger. Their passion and lust for each other had never waned, and lay just below the surface, ready to leap into flame at the slightest touch.

Velon had always loved to cover himself with the long, dark hair, and frequently wrapped himself in it, using it as a blanket. Caladir was a bear of a warrior, a little taller and broader than Glorfindel, and little Velon was among the smallest of the adult elves in Imladris. Caladir could rest his arm comfortably on his husband’s head when they stood side by side. Through all the centuries they had fit perfectly together, and the strength of their love was widely recognized and admired. “Whatever would you do if I had to cut my hair, sweetheart,” Caladir chuckled.

Gurvelon smiled up at the only elf he had ever loved. “Wait for it to grow back, I suppose. I fell in love with you before I knew how wonderful your hair was, if you remember. It was not until after we were married that you finally let me unbraid it at night. Your hair is just something extra that I love about you, beloved. I fear I should still love you, even if you had no hair.”

“Perish the thought, sweetheart!” Caladir laughed. “I remember the first time I saw you. You were in the library, reaching for a book. Your beautiful auburn hair loose and curling gently around your lovely, firm little behind.” The warrior’s large hands tenderly caressed Velon’s perfectly round buttocks. “And then you turned and looked at me with your sparkling green eyes, and I saw your beautiful face, your full, red lips smiling at me. You captured my heart the first moment I saw you, and I have never wanted it back, beloved.”

“As you captured my heart, my darling warrior,” Gurvelon purred. “My heart never stops singing my love for you.” He pulled Caladir’s head down to him and captured his mouth with his own, delving into his husband’s sweetness.

Caladir moaned and reached under the pillow for the oil they kept there. Opening the bottle, he coated his fingers and quickly prepared Gurvelon. After centuries of lovemaking, most of the time more than once daily, it only took a moment. Then easily lifting his little mate, he thrust his hard shaft into the tight channel to the hilt, ramming it into Velon’s hidden sweet spot, just the way his little scribe loved it. He quickly covered Gurvelon’s mouth with his own to stifle his lover’s scream of pleasure that would surely wake the girls

Gurvelon wailed in delight and wrapped his legs tightly around his warrior as his hands gripped Caladir’s muscled arms. His wonderful husband always knew exactly what he wanted. His heart sang for the only elf he would ever love for all eternity, and lightening raced through his body. How he loved it when Caladir covered his body with his own large one when they made love, the big, hard warrior above him making him feel protected and sheltered. “More…more. My…love…oh…I love…you. Harder…harder,” he cried out softly.

Caladir thrust harder, striking Gurvelon’s hidden spot with each thrust. “So good…always so good…love you…love you,” he murmured. His heart sang in response to Gurvelon’s love, and he felt the pleasure he was giving to his little husband, making it all the more beautiful. “Love you forever…forever,” he whispered. His mind filled with Velon’s thoughts of how much he loved his darling warrior, as the familiar lightening coursed through his limbs and the air around them sizzled with the force of their love. Oh, how he loved his precious little Gurvelon. How he loved to watch him writhe with passion beneath him. There was nothing so beautiful as seeing his little husband burning with desire for him, and knowing that he was the only one that could ever satisfy that hunger.

Gurvelon writhed as Caladir fulfilled his every need. When he felt a large, strong hand wrap around his engorged cock and firmly stroke it, he pulled his husband’s mouth to his own and screamed out in pleasure as his hot seed exploded between them.

Caladir thrust one last time and cried out in completion as his essence shot into the tight channel and the convulsing muscles drained him.

Gurvelon lay sated as he felt Caladir lovingly clean him. Then he was gathered into strong arms and held closely. Resting his head against the hard chest, the soft, silky hair covered him like a blanket, and he fell into reverie as he heard, “I love you, my darling one,” whispered in his ear.

Caladir looked down at his precious love, smiling, before joining him in reverie, their bodies still softly glowing.

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Elrond and Erynoron, hand in hand, walked slowly back to Elrond’s chambers. As they entered the room, Elrond closed the door and finally spoke softly. “Will you stay with me, my love? I find I cannot bear the thought of you sleeping in your rooms tonight. Please stay?”

“I want to stay with you, but…I…I…do not think that I…am ready…for…” Erynoron was struggling for the right words.

“My love, I do not ask that of you. I promise I will not rush you, nor touch you in any way that you do not want. You will be the only one to decide when you want more from me. Whatever you are comfortable giving me is enough. I ask only that I may hold you in my arms while we sleep. I would love to have you staying with me in my rooms, but I want you to keep your own rooms as well. That way, you can decide each night where you want to sleep, and have your private place to go if you want to be alone. I will not pressure you, my love, but if you stay with me tonight, maybe you can move a few of your things here where they are convenient for you?”

Erynoron nodded, then smiled. “I would like to stay with you tonight, my Elrond. And may I keep kissing you? Will that be all right?”

“Oh, I would be very sad if you did not, my love.” Elrond smiled back and caressed Erynoron’s face in his hands. “I love you, my flame. All I desire is your happiness. You fill my heart, my soul. They have been empty for so long.”

“As you fill mine, my Elrond,” Erynoron said softly. “I…I never realized how very lonely I was before you. I could never understand how an elf knew instantly when he had met his soulmate until I met you. I know not why the Valar have blessed me so, but I will thank them for the rest of my life. You are wise and kind, beloved. Your light shines so brightly, I am blinded with it.” Lacing his fingers through Elrond’s silky, dark hair, he whispered, “How I love kissing you, my Elrond. How I love you.”

Elrond’s mouth was captured in a kiss so passionate that his legs turned to jelly. He wrapped his arms around Erynoron, grateful for his lover’s strength holding him upright. Tongues thrusting deeply, Elrond moaned and pulled Erynoron closer, pressing the heat of their arousals together.

Erynoron broke the kiss, whimpering, his arms wrapping around his lover as Elrond pressed their hips together. “Oh…Oh…Elrond…Oh…that feels…so…good,” he panted. “What are you…doing to me?” Elrond’s lips moved along his neck, as Erynoron whimpered with the sensations coursing through his body. “Oh…Oh…Elrond…Elrond,” he moaned.

“Has no one loved you before, my beloved? Has no one brought you pleasure?” Elrond whispered.

Erynoron shook his head. “Nay.”

Elrond stopped, and removed his arms from Erynoron. As he stepped back, he took Erynoron’s hands in his own, and spoke softly. “My love, I promised that you that I would not touch you in any way you did not want. I know you are not ready for us to join, and I promise I will not take you until you ask that of me. But even if you were to ask that of me tonight, I would not, nor for many nights to come.” Elrond smiled softly as his fingers caressed Erynoron’s hands. “My love, you are untouched, and there is much joy in slowly learning the delights of love. There is much more to making love than the act that will result in our binding. I would love to bring you pleasure, to make love to you. You must tell me before this goes any further tonight. Do you want this? Do you want me to bring you pleasure, to love you?”

“I want…I want…”

“Tell me, my beloved. Tell me what you want of me,” Elrond whispered.

“I want…your touch. I want…to learn…what it is to make love. If what I just felt was part of learning the delights of love, then teach me more.”

Elrond pulled Erynoron close and kissed him deeply.

Erynoron looked into sparkling gray eyes as Elrond carefully removed emeralds and amethysts from the blonde hair and set them aside. Braids were undone and long, elegant fingers moved though his loose mane.

Erynoron raised his hands to Elrond’s head and gently removed the silver circlet. Silver stars joined the pile of jewels as the long dark hair was set free of braids and elaborate knots.

Erynoron’s shimmering robes were slowly and carefully removed, followed by Elrond’s, and soon the two stood before each other, unadorned and naked. Elrond lightly ran his hands over Erynoron’s chest. “You are beautiful, my flame,” Elrond breathed.

Erynoron shook his head. “If I am, it is but a pale reflection of your beauty, my love.”

“Come, my heart, and I will show you just how beautiful you truly are, for you will see it reflected in my eyes.” Elrond led Erynoron to his bed. “What is this?” he said, picking up a note left on his pillow. He opened it, read it, and then began to laugh.

“What is it, Elrond?” Erynoron asked.

“Listen, my love,” Elrond said, then began to read the note. “Dear Ada, We thought we should let you know that you have excellent taste. Indeed, Erynoron is strikingly beautiful. We are glad that he is Erestor’s friend, and Erestor could vouch for his character. It would have been such a shame if we were made to hurt him a little until we determined if he was good enough for you. But as we trust Erestor’s word, all is well, and we heartily approve of your choice in lovers. Ada, now please be gentle with Erynoron, as we find we rather like him, and are looking forward to welcoming him into our family. Your loving sons, Elladan and Elrohir.”

“Oh…. how kind of them to do that,” Erynoron said.

“Aye, I believe I am rather proud of them,” Elrond said, grinning, and setting the note aside. “Now, where was I?” He picked Erynoron up in his arms and laid him gently in the center of the bed. Straddling his golden lover, he held himself up on his arms and stared into the golden green eyes. He lowered his body enough for chest to meet chest, and teased the advisor’s rosy nipples with his own, before capturing Erynoron’s mouth and kissing him passionately.

Erynoron moaned. When an engorged member was moved along his own, he whimpered, and his hands moved to grip Elrond’s strong biceps. His whimpers turned into moans again as Elrond’s mouth descended on his neck, licking and gently biting, while their groins undulated together. He pulled Elrond’s mouth to his own, his tongue searching wildly for its mate.

Elrond doubted that Erynoron would last long, and he wanted his love to remember their first night together as something special. But he wanted to go slowly with his new love, and let him experience things as new lovers would, little by little. His lips moved around Erynoron’s neck, gently lapping the soft skin. Working his way down the lightly muscled chest, his mouth closed around a rosy nipple, sucking it into his mouth.

Erynoron whimpered as he felt his nipple sucked into a warm mouth. “Oh…Elrond…oh…that feels…ah…so good,” he moaned. And then long fingers wrapped around his hard member, firmly stroking, and all he could do was moan Elrond’s name as he thrust his hips up in time with the stroking.

Elrond could feel Erynoron’s body tensing, and moved his mouth to the sweetness of his lips. Whispering against them, he said, “Come for me, my beautiful love.”

Erynoron bucked, and cried out Elrond’s name as he came.

Elrond covered Erynoron’s mouth with his own, kissing him breathless. Finally raising his head, he said softly, “Did I please you, my love?”

“Oh, that was…. amazing. Oh, my Elrond, the things you make me feel.” Erynoron lay, staring into Elrond’s eyes, a smile on his face.

Elrond smiled gently and stroked Erynoron’s hair, then took a cloth from the stand by his bed and lovingly cleaned the advisor.

“Umm…. May I…would it be all right if I…touched you?” Erynoron whispered shyly.

“You do not have to, my love. Tonight was for you.”

“I…I would like to. I know I will not be as good as you, but I would like to…to…give you pleasure.”

“Anything you do to me will give me pleasure, my flame.” Elrond lay on his side next to Erynoron, and stroked the beautiful advisor’s face with his fingers. “I love you, Erynoron.”

“I love you, my Elrond,” Erynoron whispered.

“Yours,” Elrond said as soft lips closed on his and a hand hesitantly brushed across his weeping member. Elrond moaned and deepened the kiss.

Encouraged by Elrond’s response, Erynoron wrapped his hand around the hard cock, trying to use the same pressure and strokes that Elrond had used on him. The feel of it in his hand made him groan. He never knew that he could find such pleasure in touching another.

For someone with no experience, Erynoron had set Elrond ablaze. It was only moments before he cried out, “Noron!” and found his release.

Erynoron smiled, and held the panting Lord in his arms until his breathing quieted, then used the cloth to carefully clean them both.

Held securely in each other’s arms, they drifted off into reverie.

Tbc….