Finding Hope

A big thank you to Aprilmoon, Napolde, and Lady Mirfain for some of these ideas.

Summary: Of cookies and cooking, and things heat up between Elrond & Erynoron

Chapter 28


The House of the Golden Flower was making a mess in their kitchen. Faelion sat in his special chair and watched the activity, squealing and banging on his tray top, as Glorfindel and the older elflings shaped cookies at one end of the table and Erestor watched the ones baking in the oven and pulled out the metal trays when they were done. Cooling cookies lined the table’s other end, and flour and sugar covered most of the surfaces, including the floor.

Erestor picked up a cooled cookie and tasted it. “Hmmm…these taste wonderful.” Taking two more cooled cookies, he smiled and handed them to Faelion, one for each hand. The elfling reached out and grabbed the bird shaped confections, squealing, and immediately put one in his mouth, sucking and slobbering on it happily. Erestor went back to helping the others at the table, while keeping an eye on Faelion and on the cookies in the oven.

“Look, Ada, I made a cat!” Amdiriel said proud. Her cookie looked like a curled up sleeping cat, with little ears and a long tail.

“Oh, what a nice cat, sweetheart. I think you had better make some more of those, because I just have to eat that one when it is baked,” Erestor said. Amdiriel giggled and started shaping some more cats.

Faelion had managed to consume most of his cookies. What remained had turned into mush on his face or tray. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and said, “Aaaa….daaa!”

Erestor and Glorfindel looked at the elfling, smiles and surprise on their faces. “Did you say Ada, little one?” Erestor asked.

“Aaaa…daaa!” was the response.

“Oh Glorfindel, he said Ada! Say Ada for me again, sweetheart? Say Ada for Ada,” Erestor coaxed.

“Adaaa!” the elfling responded. “Ada…Ada…Ada,” Faelion chanted, banging his tray.

“Oh, what a good little elfling you are, sweetheart. Would you like another cookie?” Erestor cooed.

“Can you say Ada Glor, little one? Say Ada Glor for me…Ada Glor,” Glorfindel brought a cookie and tried to get Faelion to say his name, holding it out to the elfling. “Can you say Ada Glor?”

“Ada…Glug,” Faelion responded.

“Say Ada Glor, sweetheart,” Erestor said.

“Ada…Glug!” Faelion said. ”Ada Glug…Ada Glug…Ada Glug!” Faelion chanted, grabbing for the cookie.

Glorfindel laughed and gave their little elfling the cookie. “I think I can live with Ada Glug for a while.”

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When the cookies were done and kitchen cleaned, Glorfindel announced that he was going to make them all dinner.

Erestor raised his eyebrows. “I did not know you could cook, my love.”

“Of course I can. It has just been a while. Well, maybe more than a while, but it is like riding a horse. One never forgets!” Glorfindel shooed everyone out of the kitchen and began gathering ingredients.

A little over two hours later, the family gathered in the dining room to taste Glorfindel’s creation.

“I cannot wait to try it, my love. It looks wonderful,” Erestor said.

Glorfindel filled everyone’s plate, and they all took their first bite.

Erestor sat, food in his mouth, not wanting to swallow.

Gailion and Amdiriel swallowed, grimacing.

Glorfindel swallowed, and the smile on his face turned into a look of horror. “Ummm…I think it might make a nice change if we went to the Dining Hall for dinner tonight."

“Thank the Valar,” Erestor whispered.

The elfings applauded and cheered.

“Sorry, Ada,” Gailion said, contritely.

“Sorry, Ada Glor,” Amdiriel whispered.

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“How nice to have you join us, my friends!” Elrond greeted Erestor, Glorfindel and the elflings, as they took their places at his table in the Dining Hall, Amdiriel on Erestor’s lap and Glorfindel sat holding little Faelion. “We see too little of you lately.”

They greeted all their other friends at the table, including Melpomaen and Turidon, and Erestor winked at Erynoron, seated next to Elrond. “We have been enjoying our new rooms, Elrond, and I find I very much enjoy cooking. Perhaps we should join you for dinner regularly, though. Maybe two or three days at week? I do miss seeing everyone so much,” Erestor responded.

Elrond nodded, smiling. “Caladir and Gurvelon join us with their daughters three or four times a week. It would be wonderful to have you here as well.”

“That is a wonderful idea, love,” Glorfindel said. “Now that we know that I cannot cook, it will give you a welcome break from the kitchen.”

Elrond raised his eyebrow in question. “You cannot cook?”

“His finer culinary skills are just a little rusty, that is all,” Erestor said, smiling at Glorfindel. “You do prepare wonderful mid-day meals, my love.” Of course they consisted of things like bread, cheese and fruit, which required no cooking. Glorfindel smiled at his supportive husband, and leaned over to give him a chaste kiss.

Elladan and Elrohir arrived, apologizing to their father for being late as they took their places. “However do you handle everything on your own, Glorfindel?” Elladan asked. “There are two of us and we have a hard time.”

“Centuries of practice, my friends,” Glorfindel answered. “And do not forget I have Caladir to assist me, and you two have neither of us.”

Elrohir had been smiling at Amdiriel, and she shyly smiled back. “How has my little princess been? I have been so busy lately I do not get to see very much of you,” Elrohir said. “Will you come and sit with me, little one? Then you can tell me everything you have been doing.”

“May I, Ada?” Amdiriel looked up at Erestor.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Erestor said as he rose to take Amdiriel to Elrohir. He placed her on Elrohir’s lap, smiling. He was glad that his daughter was so comfortable with Elrohir.

“And can Gailion come sit by me, Erestor?” Elladan asked. “We have not gotten to spend much time with them.”

Erestor nodded to Gailion, and he scurried to sit next to Elladan, smiling.

Faelion squealed. “Ada Glug. Ada...Ada…Glug!”

The elves at the table laughed and Glorfindel looked down at his little elfling adoringly. “Aye, little one, your Ada Glug.”

“Erestor,” Elrond said, “Gurvelon and Caladir asked Melpomaen to start teaching their little ones. We thought perhaps you and Glorfindel might like to have Gailion and Amdiriel join them. Amarion and Diwen’s elflings will be there as well. It will only be for two hours a day right now.”

“What a wonderful idea,” Glorfindel said. “Caladir and I could work with Elladan and Elrohir for those two hours, and you and Gurvelon could help Elrond and Erynoron, my love. Think of how much we could accomplish in those two hours every day.”

“I would like that. I do miss the work sometimes. Oh, but what about Faelion?” Erestor said. Melpomaen would be a wonderful teacher for his little ones to start learning with, but who could they get to care for Faelion every day?

“I will help Mel with the elflings, Erestor,” Turidon said. “One more little one is no problem. And we thought we would use the children’s playroom next to yours, so it would be close to anything we would need, if that is all right.”

“That would be perfect. Thank you, both of you,” Erestor said, smiling at Mel and Turidon.

“Good, that is settled then,” Elrond said. “We will begin tomorrow after the mid-day meal, if that is agreeable to everyone?” He smiled as everyone agreed. Erestor and Gurvelon’s help would keep him from having to spend too many late nights in his office working with Erynoron instead of having him in his bed. Plus, Erestor and Gurvelon missed working as well, so it was the perfect solution.

“Did you hear that, my little princess? You are going to begin lessons with Mel! Oh, that will be such fun for you and Gailion,” Elrohir said. “He will teach you to read, and tell you stories.”

“Will he teach us to write too?” Gailion asked Elladan.

“Indeed he will, little one. And all of your friends will be with you, too. Oh, you will have a wonderful time,” Elladan said. Sweet little Melpomaen was the perfect teacher for them, he thought. “And I think Lindir will come sometimes to teach you music as well.”

Lindir nodded and smiled. “Of course I will.”

Dinner was a happy affair, and Erestor was glad things had worked out the way they did. Amdiriel sat and ate her dinner on Elrohir’s lap, giggling at his stories, and Gailion asked Elladan questions about what it was like to be an Imladris guard. His love was beside him, his children and friends around him, and he was content.

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Elrond and Erynoron walked in the garden after dinner, each with an arm comfortably around the other. Stopping under a sheltering tree, Elrond drew his new love close. “I love you, my flame,” he whispered.

“I love you, my Elrond,” was the whispered answer. “Will you love me again tonight?”

“I long to make love to you again, if you wish it. Tell me what you desire, my heart.”

“I desire your lips on mine, your hands touching me, and your hard body on mine, my beautiful Elrond,” Erynoron whispered longingly against soft lips.

Elrond moaned as Erynoron plundered his mouth in a deep kiss, and his tongue delved into the sweetness. For such an inexperienced lover, his beautiful advisor exuded sexuality. He was a natural lover, seductiveness seeping forth from every pore of his body. His mind reeled at the thought of an experienced Erynoron making love to him, claiming him, as he surrendered all that he was to his beautiful love, and he moaned again into the kiss until they were forced to part for breath. “Then come to bed,” he whispered, need and want in every word, “and let me give you what you desire.”

Minutes later, they were lying in the comfortable bed, clothing strewn around the room, as Elrond plundered the soft body writhing beneath him, tasting every inch.

Erynoron moaned as Elrond’s lips and tongue caressed his ears, his neck, his shoulders, and finally his peaked nipples. “Oh…please…touch me,” he begged.

“Soon, my beautiful one, soon,” Elrond said, lifting his head to gaze into the sultry green eyes. “The touch is even more pleasurable for the wait, my love. Soon you will feel my hands on you, before I take you into my mouth. My tongue will caress your hard shaft, and my lips will draw your sweet nectar from you as a bee draws it from a flower. You will spend down my throat, screaming out my name, as I swallow every sweet drop.”

By the time Elrond had finished telling him what he was going to do, Erynoron was whimpering. Elrond had resumed his slow journey down his body, and by the time his lips caressed the flesh where hip and thigh joined, Erynoron was so hard it hurt and tears of frustration seeped from his eyes. “Please…please…Elrond…please,” he begged, nearly sobbing.

Elrond played the body beneath him like a fine instrument. His fingers wafted lightly along the hard shaft, drawing moans, before he ran his tongue slowly and firmly up the underside. Wrapping a hand firmly around the shaft, he placed just the tip of Erynoron’s cock into his mouth and dug his tongue into the slit.

Erynoron cried out and tried to raise his hips for more, but Elrond’s body held him down. And then his shaft was consumed into warm moist heat, and Elrond was lifting his hips, urging him to thrust. Groaning loudly, undone and unable to control himself, he thrust up again and again. He felt the tip of his cock hit the back of Elrond’s throat, and he could not stop.

Elrond relaxed his throat, and took all that Erynoron offered him. He moved one of his hands and ran a finger down the crevice of his lover’s buttocks, placing his fingertip over Erynoron’s quivering entrance and gently massaging as he felt the body beneath him tense with impending release.

Erynoron screamed his lover’s name as he came, then whimpered as he felt Elrond swallow, draining him. The whimpering turned into sobbing breaths as a warm tongue lapped every drop from his sated member. It was just as Elrond had said it would be, and never had he known such bliss.

Elrond drew the sated, panting elf into his arms, holding him as his breathing slowly returned to normal, then kissed him gently.

“My Elrond… love you,” Erynoron whispered. He wanted to make love to Elrond, to return the pleasure, but was too drained to move.

“Rest, my love. Sleep,” Elrond whispered, as he stroked the golden hair. His own need could wait. “I love you, Erynoron,” he whispered, before snuggling next to his beautiful lover to join him in reverie.

Tbc….