Finding Hope

Title: Finding Hope (29/30)
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Erynoron, Caladir/Gurvelon, Melpomaen/Turidon, Lindir/Taurfaeron
Author: Aglarien
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. Except for the cats. Master Tolkien owns all the rest. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Warning: AU. Very AU. Excessive sweetness, fluffiness and romance.
Beta: Lady Mirfain

Summary: The elflings go to school, and Elrond and Erynoron…well you just have to read it.

Chapter 29

Hmmm…something soft and warm was lapping gently at his throat. A lick to his ear, then a nip. So good…more lapping…warm lips moving down his chest. Elrond awoke to find himself in Erynoron’s arms, as the blond head moved further down his body. A warm tongue wound its way around his erect shaft, and he groaned.

Erynoron, being a very wise elf, knew that he was too inexperienced to do what Elrond had done to him the night before, but that did not keep him from experimenting. Maybe if he wrapped his hand around the bottom part and put just the tip in his mouth…oh, that worked very nicely indeed. The fact that the advisor found Imladris’ Lord tasted delightful was just an added treat. Now what was it Elrond had done with his tongue? Oh, that thing with the slit. Erynoron gently probed with his tongue, and grinned when Elrond’s groans turned into stifled cries of pleasure.

“Ai…please, Noron,” Elrond begged. He wanted nothing more than to thrust himself into his sweet love, claiming him as his own forever, but it was too soon. “Come and kiss me…I want to touch you…need to touch you…love you,” he whispered.

Erynoron moved back up Elrond’s body and suddenly found himself beneath his lover, as the half-elf captured his lips. Moaning into the passionate kiss, he grasped Elrond’s shaft at the same time he felt long fingers wind around his own. He wanted more…he wanted everything. He wanted to be joined to Elrond, to never leave his side, to hold him and be held forever.

Elrond was on fire. Sweet Elbereth, how he loved this elf. Never had anyone filled his heart as Erynoron did. No one had ever filled him with such passion, such love.

Lips barely parted to draw breath before they joined again, hands stroked and grasped until joint cries of completion filled the air.

~~~*~~~

Erestor and Gurvelon had spent the morning setting up the children’s playroom, readying it to be used as their schoolroom. Little tables and chairs were neatly aligned. Shelves on the wall were covered with neat stacks of parchment, books, containers of quills, bottles of ink, jars of paint, gaily colored papers, and everything else one would wish for to keep little hands busy.

Immediately after the mid-day meal, Melpomaen and Turidon arrived. Erestor showed them where everything they might need was kept, as well as where the cookies and milk for the children were.

Glorfindel had already ushered Gailion and Amdiriel into the playroom to join the other children, and called goodbye to Erestor as he left with Caladir to the barracks.

Erestor and Gurvelon were just ready to leave when Faelion woke from his short nap. Erestor hurried to the crib and picked up Faelion. “Ada is going to work for a little while, precious. I will be back soon, and Mel and Tur are going to take care of you while I am gone. You will be a good little elfling for me, won’t you?” He kissed the smiling infant and handed him to Melpomaen.

Melpomaen held the elfling at arms length with his hands under the baby’s arms. “Ummm…Erestor? He is wet. What do I do?”

Erestor looked at Mel and rolled his eyes. “You change his diaper of course, Mel.”

“Change his diaper?”

Turidon laughed at the lost look on his husband’s face. “I will show him, Erestor. You and Gurvelon go on.” He took the elfling from Mel and cradled him in his big arms. “Come on, little one. Tur will take care of you while Melpomaen goes and sees to the other elflings. Would you like that?”

Mel flashed Turidon a grateful look, and headed to the playroom. Amdiriel, Laerien, Calariel and Glawen sat at one table, while the older Gailion and Lainon sat at another. Six sweet faces looked at Melpomaen as he entered the room, and he smiled.

~~~*~~~

Glorfindel and Caladir had made short work of the new guard schedules and assignments. An hour after starting to work, they were just beginning to go over some reports with the twins.

“I wonder how the children are doing?” Caladir said.

Glorfindel nodded. “Me, too. I hope they are enjoying it. I wonder what Mel is teaching them?”

Elladan and Elrohir chuckled. “Would you like one of us to go and check on them for you?” Elrohir asked.

“Aye, please,” Caladir answered. He just wanted to know that his precious little elflings were all right without their adas close by. “I just want to know if they are happy there.”

“Thank you, Elrohir. Just make sure that Mel and Tur are doing all right with all seven of them for us.” Seven elflings were a lot for two elves who did not have a lot of experience with elflings.

Elrohir smiled at the two fathers, who were trying to hide how anxious they were about their little ones. “I will go check and be right back.” He hurried out and headed towards the house.

He quietly entered Glorfindel and Erestor’s rooms, walked to the doorway of the playroom, and silently stood and watched. Mel sat on the floor on a large fur rug. Turidon sat beside his mate, Faelion in his arms. The other elflings were spread around them listening, fascinated by the story Mel was reading. An elf warrior-prince was rescuing a beautiful elf princess from a dragon. Elrohir smiled. When the story was finished and the prince had saved the princess, taking her off to his kingdom to live happily ever after, the elflings clapped and cheered, and Elrohir laughed softly.

“Elrohir!” Amdiriel ran towards her favorite friend and held up her arms.

“Hello, little princess,” Elrohir said as he picked her up and placed a chaste kiss on her brow. “Are you having fun?”

Amdiriel wrapped her arms around Elrohir’s neck and nodded. “Elrohir, are you a prince?”

“Well, I suppose there are those who think Elladan and I are princes, but our ada refused to be made king, so I am not really a prince.”

“Oh, good. I am not really a princess. You just call me that, and Ada, too, sometimes.”

“Why did you want to know, little one?” Elrohir asked.

“Because if you were a prince, you would have to marry a princess, and then you could not marry me,” Amdiriel answered.

“You wish to marry me?” Elrohir asked seriously, struggling to keep from grinning.

Amdiriel nodded her head vigorously. “Will you marry me, Elrohir?”

Melpomaen and Turidon were grinning, and the other elflings sat quietly watching.

“Well, my little princess, I think your adas would be very upset with me if I gave you an answer right now. Will you wait until you are grown to ask me? If you still want to marry me when you reach your majority, I want you to promise me that you will ask me again. All right?”

“All right, Elrohir. I will wait,” Amdiriel said.

“Good,” Elrohir said. “Melpomaen, I was sent by a couple anxious adas to see if you needed anything. Do you?”

Mel chuckled. “Nay, Elrohir. We are all doing just fine. The little ones are going to start learning how to write their first letters now.”

“Oh, that sounds like fun.” He could see that all of the elflings were enjoying themselves, so it was time to return to his duties. “I must return to work now, princess.”

Amdiriel nodded and placed a sweet little butterfly kiss on Elrohir’s cheek. “Goodbye, Elrohir.”

“Goodbye, princess,” Elrohir said as he set her down and watched her run back to Mel. He waved at everyone, then returned to the barracks and Glorfindel’s office.

At the end of the two hours, four adas and one big brother came to collect their elflings. “Tell Master Melpomaen thank you,” Saercaeron coached his little brother and sister. Lainon and Laerien thanked their teacher sweetly, and told him they would be back tomorrow.

Calariel and Glawen hugged their adas, and excitedly told them everything they had learned, before being reminded to thank their teacher.

Gailion and Amdiriel thanked Mel and Tur with hugs before running to their adas.

Melpomaen smiled. He had enjoyed teaching the elflings and liked being with them. Maybe someday he and Tur would be able to have an elfling of their own, he thought, then chastised himself. That would mean that another elfling would have to lose his or her parents, and he did not want that to happen.

“Was Faelion any trouble, Turidon?” Erestor asked, taking his youngest son from the warrior.

“Nay, Erestor. He was a joy,” Turidon answered. Maybe someday he and Mel would find an elfling they could adopt for their own.

~~~*~~~
Erestor had made a lovely dinner, and after they had cleaned up he read a story to the children. He and Glorfindel had just finished putting their elflings to bed and were lounging in front of the fire.

“Elrond is so smitten with Erynoron, my love. I think they are truly and deeply in love. It was sweet to watch them. And it was nice to be working again, even if only for a short while. Gurvelon and I managed to get most of the urgent correspondence caught up.”

“I think Elrond is not the only one who is smitten, beloved.” Glorfindel said. “Wait until you hear what Elrohir told me.” He repeated Elrohir’s tale about Amdiriel wanting to marry him.

Erestor stared wide-eyed at Glorfindel. “Oh, dear. What did Elrohir say?”

“After he told her that we would not be very pleased with him if he gave her an answer now, he made her promise that if she still wanted to marry him when she reached her majority she would ask him again”

“Good,” Erestor said, snuggling down against Glorfindel, “Then we will not have to kill him.”

Glorfindel chuckled and raised Erestor’s head to claim a passionate kiss.

~~~*~~~

Elrond and Erynoron stood in the candlelit bedroom, their eyes fixed upon each other’s face. Only a few inches separated them, but they did not touch. They had started a conversation in the garden before moving to the bedroom.

“Are you sure, Erynoron?” Elrond said softly. “I wanted to wait…for you. It is hard when I have you in my arms, to not…. You do not wish this for me alone, do you?”

“I wish it for us, my love. Elrond, we are elves. We know these things. Our hearts cannot deceive us. My heart is certain. My soul is certain. I have waited my whole life for you, and wish to wait no longer.”

“You are right, beloved. Galadriel foresaw it, you know. She and Celeborn have already given us their blessing. ”

Erynoron was surprised. “They have? How…? Oh, you far spoke.”

“Aye, I did. I needed to tell them, to let them know how I felt about you, but there was no need. Celeborn told me it is why they sent you to me.”

A smile lit Erynoron’s face. “Then why do you hesitate, my Elrond?”

Elrond pulled Erynoron into his arms for a loving kiss. Then, cradling the advisor’s face in his hand, he spoke softly and earnestly. “Erynoron, I take you for my bonded husband. You fill my heart. From this night forth, you are mine, as I am yours, forever. May the Valar bless our binding. I love you so much.”

Erynoron wound his arms around the half-elf. “Elrond, I take you for my bonded husband. I never knew love before you. You complete me. I am yours, forever, as you are mine. May the Valar bless our binding. I love you, as I will love you forever,” He drew Elrond’s head down for a deep kiss, sealing their vows.

Braids were loosened and clothing strewn on the floor, as the two lovers groped and kissed their way to the bed. Erynoron crawled onto the bed, then turned and pulled his lover on top of him. He wrapped his long legs and arms around Elrond, loving the feel of his husband’s hard body, and captured his mouth in a passionate kiss.

When the kiss finally ended, Elrond lifted his head and smiled down at his new mate. “As much as I love being held captive, my sweet, if you want anything else to happen tonight you will need to release me.”

Erynoron chuckled and unwound his arms and legs from Elrond. “Oh, I very much want something else to happen tonight, my love,” he said seductively.

Elrond sat up and straddled the advisor, sitting lightly on his upper thighs. Reaching to pull a small bottle of oil from the drawer in his night table, he asked with a grin, “And what might you want to happen, oh beautiful one?”

Feeling giddy with happiness, Erynoron answered, “I fear if you want me to tell you, oh wise one, you are asking the wrong elf. I thought you were the experienced one.” He watched Elrond open the oil and pour some into his hand. “What is that for, my love?”

Elrond raised an eyebrow, then smiled gently at his love, realizing just how innocent he was. “It will help me prepare you for me, my sweet. Without it, it would be painful for you.” He leaned up to give Erynoron a tender kiss, then rose and lifted himself up to spread the legs beneath him and settled between them. “It might be easier for you if you were on your stomach, my love, but I want to watch you to make sure I am not hurting you,” he said softly.

“I trust you, my Elrond. What do you want me to do?” Erynoron whispered, beginning to feel a little anxious about what would happen. All the gossip he had ever heard about how painful it could be came back to him, and he stared at Elrond’s rather large penis, wondering how it was ever going to fit. Then he felt what his heart was telling him. This was Elrond, who loved him, and would never hurt him.

“Just relax for me, my beautiful Noron. I promise you, I will make it good for you. Soon you will feel nothing but pleasure.” Elrond gently lifted the long legs to his shoulders and leaned forward to kiss his lover’s sweet lips. He sucked a rosy nipple into his mouth as his finger gently massaged the muscles around Erynoron’s opening. His mouth moved down and engulfed the hard member as he slowly pushed his finger inside.

Erynoron moaned and lifted himself farther into the moist heat as Elrond gently pulled his finger in and out of the tight channel. More oil and a second finger joined the first as he gently stretched tight muscles. The feel of the muscles gripping his fingers nearly made him lightheaded as he thought of his cock buried deeply inside his love, and his moans joined Erynoron’s. Elrond added a third finger, stretching Noron as much as he could, then he coated his throbbing shaft with oil, preparing to sink into the tight heat for the first time. Positioning himself, he leaned over his love and captured his lips, as he slowly pushed himself into the pulsing channel.

Moaning as he slid to the hilt deep within Mel's body, and his little love's legs wound around his waist, Turidon whispered "Oh, Mel... I love you... I love you," huskily as his mate's thrusting hips drove him deeper. Burying his head in his lover’s neck, he pulled out and thrust again, knowing from the wail Mel released that he had hit his target.

He cried out as his strong warrior thrust into him again. His fingers dug into the hard biceps he clung to. “Ai…more…more…harder,” Lindir sobbed, overcome with bliss as Taurfaeron pounded into him, again and again.

He lay back as his sweet little love’s nimble fingers caressed his nipples, then moaned as soft lips latched onto his neck, lapping and sucking. Ah…love, you are supposed to be washing me,” Caladir said. Gurvelon chuckled as he ran his soapy hands up and down his lover’s large chest.

He rolled his husband over and tickled him again. A couple of their pillows flew off the bed as his little lover tried to throw them at him, defend himself, and laugh hysterically, all at the same time. “Aiya…Glor…no…more,” Erestor managed to get out, grabbing the warrior’s hands. “I won’t tickle you again…promise.” Glorfindel stilled, and smiled down at his beloved husband, waiting for him to catch his breath before he kissed him breathless again.

He stilled, allowing his sweet mate time to adjust to his size. “Are you all right, my love?” When the adviser nodded, and looked up at him adoringly, Elrond slowly withdrew, then pushed in again, making sure he hit his lover’s special spot gently.

“Oh…what was that? Please…do it again.” Erynoron cried out as Elrond thrust harder, sending lightening through his body.

He cried out in pleasure as his husband pounded into him again and again. “Turidon! Oh…more…love you.” Tur wrapped his large hand around his lover’s engorged member and stroked. Melpomaen screamed his beloved warrior’s name as he came hard, gripping Tur’s strong shoulders.

Lorien grinned as he wandered down the hall to Lindir’s rooms, thinking he should have brought earplugs with him this time.

Taurfaeron roared his release as Lindir’s muscles convulsed around him. Pulling his sweet mate into his arms, he panted, “I love you,” into his ear.

They had not left the bath. The little scribe captured his warrior’s mouth, thrusting his tongue into the sweetness, as he held his husband’s head and rode him hard. Caladir’s thrusts sent sprays of water over the floor, as Gurvelon’s scream of release was muffled by his lover’s lips.

Gold lights shimmered and swirled around the room, covering the two writhing elves. Erestor pulled Glorfindel’s mouth down on his own, moaning, as words of love sounded in his mind and their cries of bliss echoed around the room.

Erynoron wailed his pleasure as he felt Elrond explode inside of him. The air around them sizzled with their bond, as he whispered brokenly, “I love you, my Elrond,” and was gathered up into his husband’s strong arms.

Lorien smiled. All was well in Imladris.

Tbc…..