May the Valar Protect Them
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part 3
Title: May the Valar Protect Them (3/4)
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Erynoron
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, except for the cats. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything else. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Timeline: 10 years after the elflings arrived in Imladris
Warning: AU
Beta: Lady Mirfain
Summary: Glorfindel and the twins are delayed returning home, and Erestor and their families worry.
Author’s Note: Part of my Enough for Tonight/The Strong Heart/Finding Hope world. A special thank you to AprilMoon for gifting me with this plot bunny, and to Lady Mirfain for the title.
Part 3
Back in their rooms, Erestor continued the story as his elflings sat around him. The golden warrior fell, keeping the one with the broken leg safe, then got up and kept walking, even though his legs hurt and were all bloody.
“Ada’s hurt?” Gailion asked, looking up at his Ada Restor, his eyes growing moist.
Erestor looked at Elrond, amazement in his eyes. Did the elflings know about the story? He looked at Gailion. “It may not be your Ada, sweetheart.”
“It is, Ada,” Faelion answered as Amdiriel nodded. “The story is Ada, Elladan, Elrohir and the guards. We know it is.”
“How do you know, little ones?” Erestor asked.
Gailion shrugged his shoulders. “We just know, Ada Restor.” His siblings nodded.
“Your Ada is strong, my son. The rocks hurt his legs, but he had to keep the one with the broken leg safe.”
“Who is the one with the broken leg, Ada? Is it Elrohir?” Amdiriel asked.
“Nay, it is Elladan,” Elrond answered, and Erynoron wrapped his arms around his husband tighter. “Elrohir holds him in front of him on the horse when they can ride.”
“And when they cannot ride, Glorfindel carries him,” Erestor said. “There is a fur of some kind wrapped around him to keep him dry and warm.”
Elrond nodded. “A very large fur. And his leg is splinted with two branches.”
Erestor continued the story. The travelers finally left the mountains and were heading towards The Great East Road again. They found a large wooden structure to spend the night in.
“And Ladon fixed your Ada’s hurt legs,” Elrond said. “He is a fine healer. I am so relieved I chose him as one of the guards.”
“As am I, Elrond,” Erestor said. “Glorfindel put the fur on the ground inside the shelter, and it is so large that all of them fit on it, and Elladan is wrapped in it. They are out of the rain, and the fur keeps them dry and warm. It is a beautiful fur - black and lush and soft. They are sleeping, and the horses as well.”
“Then it is time for all of us to go to bed,” Erynoron said. “We will be back in the morning after breakfast, my friend.”
Erestor nodded. Now that they knew about the story, they would not go to work in the morning.
After Elrond and Erynoron left, and Erestor had tucked the elflings in their beds and sang them to sleep, he went to the bedroom he shared with Glorfindel, and he and Tinnu curled up in the big bed. Erestor dreamed of his golden mate, trying to get home to them.
~~~*~~~
Erynoron held Elrond in his arms as they lay in their bed, his husband’s head resting on his shoulder. He softly stroked the silken strands of dark hair, and quietly hummed an old Lothlorien tune.
“Noron?”
“Aye, Elrond?”
“I love you, you know.”
“Aye, my Elrond, I know,” Erynoron whispered. “As I love you.”
“I love just laying here and having you hold me.”
“I know, my love.”
“You always make me forget about everything. I do not have to be the Lord of Imladris when you hold me.”
Erynoron lifted Elrond’s chin with a finger and kissed him softly. “Tell me what you wish for right now, love?”
“I presume you mean aside from holding my sons safe in my arms?”
Erynoron snorted. “That I cannot provide you with at this moment, I am afraid. So aye, other than holding your sons safe in your arms, what is your desire?”
“Make me forget. Take away the worry, even if it is only for tonight, and perhaps tomorrow it will be better for them.”
“That I can do, my love. I will drive any thought but me from your mind, and so wear you out that you will sleep soundly until the morn,” Erynoron whispered before kissing Elrond passionately.
~~~*~~~
Erestor jolted awake, wondering what had disturbed his rest. The rooms were quiet. Tinnu lifted his head, opened one eye and peered at him, then laid his head back down on Glirien, who had joined them in the bed. Rising, he quickly went to the children’s room, and found them all sound asleep. Crawling back into bed, he closed his eyes and let his mind wander….
Glorfindel was awake and moving around the shelter to check on the other elves, then the horses. One by one, he lifted the horses’ legs and checked their hooves. Going back to the fur, he pulled an edge closer over Elladan and Elrohir, and lay back down against Elrohir and wrapped his long arm over them both.
Erestor smiled. “Keep them safe, my love,” he whispered. “May the Valar protect you all.” And as Glorfindel fell back to sleep, so did Erestor.
~~~*~~~
Elrond sobbed in ecstasy as Erynoron pounded into him and a warm mouth suckled his taut nipple. His fiery lover had kept his promise and driven any thought but him away. The warm mouth moved up to his own and captured his sobs as a hot tongue thrust deeply and long fingers wound around his hard length and pumped in time to the thrusts. He screamed out his lover’s name as he came hard between them and his legs pulled Erynoron in deeper.
Erynoron cried out Elrond’s name as he thrust one last time and buried himself inside his mate, as the pulsating muscles pulled his climax from him. Capturing Elrond’s sweet lips once again, he rolled them over to their sides, still connected, and held his husband tightly as they drifted into an exhausted reverie.
~~~*~~~
Glorfindel slogged through the mud, Elladan over his shoulder. The horses were struggling enough in the mud without their added weight. He was so tired, but he had to keep going. A picture of Erestor talking to the children in the kitchen formed in his mind, and he could see tears pooling in their eyes. He had to get home!
~~~*~~~
Rain still poured outside their window. The elflings were helping Erestor wash up their breakfast dishes when Gailion asked, “Ada Restor, have Ada and Elladan and the others left the shelter? Are they trying to get home again?”
“Ada, how are they able to get through? There must be so much mud!” Amdiriel said.
“Are the horses getting stuck in the mud, Ada?” Faelion asked. “Is it still raining on them?”
Erestor stopped and looked at the elflings, then opened his arms to gather the all close. Three pair of watery eyes looked up at him. “Aye, little ones, they are trying to get home again. It is still raining and there is a lot of mud. And Ada Glor is so tired. He is struggling with the mud, still walking. I think he is thinking about us.” The picture in his mind showed Glorfindel, with Elladan over his shoulder wrapped in the fur, moving ahead determinedly, one foot after the other, ankle deep in mud, rain pounding on the elves and horses. Tears formed in his eyes, and he still had no idea where they were.
A knock on the door heralded the arrival of Elrond and Erynoron, so everyone gathered in the sitting room again. Elrond’s eyes were worried as he and Erynoron sat on the floor with the others.
“The mud,” Elrond said. “I still cannot see where they are.”
“Glorfindel is carrying Elladan. He is tired. They all are. And they have not had much to eat, and they cannot hunt or cook anything in the rain,” Erestor added.
“Do you see, Erestor? The guards are building a litter for Elladan. They are out of the mountains and Glorfindel will not need to carry him now.”
“Aye, I see Elrond.” Erestor wiped the tears from his eyes. “They are tying blankets to long limbs they found. And one of them is making walking sticks out of other limbs for them.”
Through the day they sat and told what they saw, as the travelers wearily plodded ahead. At midday, Erynoron went to the kitchen and prepared fruit, cheese and bread, and brought it out with milk for the children and tea for the adults, insisting that Erestor and Elrond stop and eat.
“You need to stay strong for them. Eat something,” Erynoron ordered, as he handed the children their milk and plates of food.
Erestor reached for a cup of tea and drank deeply. “I do not think I can,” he said. “They have nothing left to eat except a scrap of lembas for each of them.”
The elflings stopped eating in mid-swallow. “You will eat! All of you!” Erynoron commanded. And so they ate.
Erestor was just managing to swallow a second bite of cheese when he stopped. “Elrond? Do you see it? Is that a road?”
“I believe it is. Aye, it is. The mud is not quite so deep.”
“Why is the mud not so bad on the road, Ada?” Faelion asked.
“Because the dirt on the road is packed hard from all the wagons and horses and people that travel it. It is harder for the rain to turn it into mud,” Erestor answered. “Thank the Valar they made it to the road.”
Midday passed into afternoon. Elrond watched as Elrohir stumbled and dropped into the mud, and was pulled up by an equally muddy Glorfindel. “Oh, my son,” he moaned.
Two of the guards carrying Elladan struggled along the same stretch of road until Elrohir and Glorfindel came to help, and Elladan’s litter was carried by two elves at each end.
“Thank the Valar they had that fur,” Elrond said. “It is keeping Elladan dry and warm.”
Erestor nodded. “I wonder why Glorfindel does not cut it for all of them?”
“It would probably make walking all the more difficult,” Elrond answered.
The day wore on, and still the travelers did not stop. They crossed over a river, but Elrond and Erestor still did not recognize where they were.
Day turned into night and still the travelers did not stop. Erynoron sent a servant for food, and made the others stop and eat, then they settled in the sitting room again. As long as the travelers didn’t stop, they wouldn’t either.
~~~*~~~
Glorfindel looked up from his mud covered feet and saw the wagon first. “Hello, friends!” the man called out. Seeing they were elves, he said, “Heading back to Rivendell? I came from there yesterday, even with the storm. I need to get back to my business in Bree.”
Glorfindel shook his head. “The road is impassable. We came through there, and had to walk through the mountain passes to get here. I am sorry, but you will never make it with your wagon.”
The merchant harrumphed. “Well. I suppose I’d better return to Rivendell then. No choice for it. Lord Elrond did warn me. Is that a wounded man you have there? Well, get him on up here inside the wagon. It’s ‘bout empty since I did such good business in your fair town. Have you eaten? I have plenty, thanks to you elves. Tie those horses to the wagon, and climb on in and let’s get going.”
~~~*~~~
“Erestor, what is that? Can you see it?” Elrond asked.
“A wagon? Is that a wagon? Is that our Thomas, Elrond?”
“Aye, it is. It is Thomas, thank the Valar! He left here yesterday, heading to Bree. I tried to convince him to stay until the storm was over, but he said he had to get back to his business,” Elrond said.
Erestor saw Glorfindel and the merchant speaking, and then Elladan was placed inside the wagon. The horses were tied to the back, and the elves piled in. The merchant opened a bag of food and handed bread and fruit to the elves, then turned the wagon around.
“Oh, thank the Valar,” Erestor said, as he finally broke down and cried.
Tbc…..
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Erynoron
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, except for the cats. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything else. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Timeline: 10 years after the elflings arrived in Imladris
Warning: AU
Beta: Lady Mirfain
Summary: Glorfindel and the twins are delayed returning home, and Erestor and their families worry.
Author’s Note: Part of my Enough for Tonight/The Strong Heart/Finding Hope world. A special thank you to AprilMoon for gifting me with this plot bunny, and to Lady Mirfain for the title.
Part 3
Back in their rooms, Erestor continued the story as his elflings sat around him. The golden warrior fell, keeping the one with the broken leg safe, then got up and kept walking, even though his legs hurt and were all bloody.
“Ada’s hurt?” Gailion asked, looking up at his Ada Restor, his eyes growing moist.
Erestor looked at Elrond, amazement in his eyes. Did the elflings know about the story? He looked at Gailion. “It may not be your Ada, sweetheart.”
“It is, Ada,” Faelion answered as Amdiriel nodded. “The story is Ada, Elladan, Elrohir and the guards. We know it is.”
“How do you know, little ones?” Erestor asked.
Gailion shrugged his shoulders. “We just know, Ada Restor.” His siblings nodded.
“Your Ada is strong, my son. The rocks hurt his legs, but he had to keep the one with the broken leg safe.”
“Who is the one with the broken leg, Ada? Is it Elrohir?” Amdiriel asked.
“Nay, it is Elladan,” Elrond answered, and Erynoron wrapped his arms around his husband tighter. “Elrohir holds him in front of him on the horse when they can ride.”
“And when they cannot ride, Glorfindel carries him,” Erestor said. “There is a fur of some kind wrapped around him to keep him dry and warm.”
Elrond nodded. “A very large fur. And his leg is splinted with two branches.”
Erestor continued the story. The travelers finally left the mountains and were heading towards The Great East Road again. They found a large wooden structure to spend the night in.
“And Ladon fixed your Ada’s hurt legs,” Elrond said. “He is a fine healer. I am so relieved I chose him as one of the guards.”
“As am I, Elrond,” Erestor said. “Glorfindel put the fur on the ground inside the shelter, and it is so large that all of them fit on it, and Elladan is wrapped in it. They are out of the rain, and the fur keeps them dry and warm. It is a beautiful fur - black and lush and soft. They are sleeping, and the horses as well.”
“Then it is time for all of us to go to bed,” Erynoron said. “We will be back in the morning after breakfast, my friend.”
Erestor nodded. Now that they knew about the story, they would not go to work in the morning.
After Elrond and Erynoron left, and Erestor had tucked the elflings in their beds and sang them to sleep, he went to the bedroom he shared with Glorfindel, and he and Tinnu curled up in the big bed. Erestor dreamed of his golden mate, trying to get home to them.
~~~*~~~
Erynoron held Elrond in his arms as they lay in their bed, his husband’s head resting on his shoulder. He softly stroked the silken strands of dark hair, and quietly hummed an old Lothlorien tune.
“Noron?”
“Aye, Elrond?”
“I love you, you know.”
“Aye, my Elrond, I know,” Erynoron whispered. “As I love you.”
“I love just laying here and having you hold me.”
“I know, my love.”
“You always make me forget about everything. I do not have to be the Lord of Imladris when you hold me.”
Erynoron lifted Elrond’s chin with a finger and kissed him softly. “Tell me what you wish for right now, love?”
“I presume you mean aside from holding my sons safe in my arms?”
Erynoron snorted. “That I cannot provide you with at this moment, I am afraid. So aye, other than holding your sons safe in your arms, what is your desire?”
“Make me forget. Take away the worry, even if it is only for tonight, and perhaps tomorrow it will be better for them.”
“That I can do, my love. I will drive any thought but me from your mind, and so wear you out that you will sleep soundly until the morn,” Erynoron whispered before kissing Elrond passionately.
~~~*~~~
Erestor jolted awake, wondering what had disturbed his rest. The rooms were quiet. Tinnu lifted his head, opened one eye and peered at him, then laid his head back down on Glirien, who had joined them in the bed. Rising, he quickly went to the children’s room, and found them all sound asleep. Crawling back into bed, he closed his eyes and let his mind wander….
Glorfindel was awake and moving around the shelter to check on the other elves, then the horses. One by one, he lifted the horses’ legs and checked their hooves. Going back to the fur, he pulled an edge closer over Elladan and Elrohir, and lay back down against Elrohir and wrapped his long arm over them both.
Erestor smiled. “Keep them safe, my love,” he whispered. “May the Valar protect you all.” And as Glorfindel fell back to sleep, so did Erestor.
~~~*~~~
Elrond sobbed in ecstasy as Erynoron pounded into him and a warm mouth suckled his taut nipple. His fiery lover had kept his promise and driven any thought but him away. The warm mouth moved up to his own and captured his sobs as a hot tongue thrust deeply and long fingers wound around his hard length and pumped in time to the thrusts. He screamed out his lover’s name as he came hard between them and his legs pulled Erynoron in deeper.
Erynoron cried out Elrond’s name as he thrust one last time and buried himself inside his mate, as the pulsating muscles pulled his climax from him. Capturing Elrond’s sweet lips once again, he rolled them over to their sides, still connected, and held his husband tightly as they drifted into an exhausted reverie.
~~~*~~~
Glorfindel slogged through the mud, Elladan over his shoulder. The horses were struggling enough in the mud without their added weight. He was so tired, but he had to keep going. A picture of Erestor talking to the children in the kitchen formed in his mind, and he could see tears pooling in their eyes. He had to get home!
~~~*~~~
Rain still poured outside their window. The elflings were helping Erestor wash up their breakfast dishes when Gailion asked, “Ada Restor, have Ada and Elladan and the others left the shelter? Are they trying to get home again?”
“Ada, how are they able to get through? There must be so much mud!” Amdiriel said.
“Are the horses getting stuck in the mud, Ada?” Faelion asked. “Is it still raining on them?”
Erestor stopped and looked at the elflings, then opened his arms to gather the all close. Three pair of watery eyes looked up at him. “Aye, little ones, they are trying to get home again. It is still raining and there is a lot of mud. And Ada Glor is so tired. He is struggling with the mud, still walking. I think he is thinking about us.” The picture in his mind showed Glorfindel, with Elladan over his shoulder wrapped in the fur, moving ahead determinedly, one foot after the other, ankle deep in mud, rain pounding on the elves and horses. Tears formed in his eyes, and he still had no idea where they were.
A knock on the door heralded the arrival of Elrond and Erynoron, so everyone gathered in the sitting room again. Elrond’s eyes were worried as he and Erynoron sat on the floor with the others.
“The mud,” Elrond said. “I still cannot see where they are.”
“Glorfindel is carrying Elladan. He is tired. They all are. And they have not had much to eat, and they cannot hunt or cook anything in the rain,” Erestor added.
“Do you see, Erestor? The guards are building a litter for Elladan. They are out of the mountains and Glorfindel will not need to carry him now.”
“Aye, I see Elrond.” Erestor wiped the tears from his eyes. “They are tying blankets to long limbs they found. And one of them is making walking sticks out of other limbs for them.”
Through the day they sat and told what they saw, as the travelers wearily plodded ahead. At midday, Erynoron went to the kitchen and prepared fruit, cheese and bread, and brought it out with milk for the children and tea for the adults, insisting that Erestor and Elrond stop and eat.
“You need to stay strong for them. Eat something,” Erynoron ordered, as he handed the children their milk and plates of food.
Erestor reached for a cup of tea and drank deeply. “I do not think I can,” he said. “They have nothing left to eat except a scrap of lembas for each of them.”
The elflings stopped eating in mid-swallow. “You will eat! All of you!” Erynoron commanded. And so they ate.
Erestor was just managing to swallow a second bite of cheese when he stopped. “Elrond? Do you see it? Is that a road?”
“I believe it is. Aye, it is. The mud is not quite so deep.”
“Why is the mud not so bad on the road, Ada?” Faelion asked.
“Because the dirt on the road is packed hard from all the wagons and horses and people that travel it. It is harder for the rain to turn it into mud,” Erestor answered. “Thank the Valar they made it to the road.”
Midday passed into afternoon. Elrond watched as Elrohir stumbled and dropped into the mud, and was pulled up by an equally muddy Glorfindel. “Oh, my son,” he moaned.
Two of the guards carrying Elladan struggled along the same stretch of road until Elrohir and Glorfindel came to help, and Elladan’s litter was carried by two elves at each end.
“Thank the Valar they had that fur,” Elrond said. “It is keeping Elladan dry and warm.”
Erestor nodded. “I wonder why Glorfindel does not cut it for all of them?”
“It would probably make walking all the more difficult,” Elrond answered.
The day wore on, and still the travelers did not stop. They crossed over a river, but Elrond and Erestor still did not recognize where they were.
Day turned into night and still the travelers did not stop. Erynoron sent a servant for food, and made the others stop and eat, then they settled in the sitting room again. As long as the travelers didn’t stop, they wouldn’t either.
~~~*~~~
Glorfindel looked up from his mud covered feet and saw the wagon first. “Hello, friends!” the man called out. Seeing they were elves, he said, “Heading back to Rivendell? I came from there yesterday, even with the storm. I need to get back to my business in Bree.”
Glorfindel shook his head. “The road is impassable. We came through there, and had to walk through the mountain passes to get here. I am sorry, but you will never make it with your wagon.”
The merchant harrumphed. “Well. I suppose I’d better return to Rivendell then. No choice for it. Lord Elrond did warn me. Is that a wounded man you have there? Well, get him on up here inside the wagon. It’s ‘bout empty since I did such good business in your fair town. Have you eaten? I have plenty, thanks to you elves. Tie those horses to the wagon, and climb on in and let’s get going.”
~~~*~~~
“Erestor, what is that? Can you see it?” Elrond asked.
“A wagon? Is that a wagon? Is that our Thomas, Elrond?”
“Aye, it is. It is Thomas, thank the Valar! He left here yesterday, heading to Bree. I tried to convince him to stay until the storm was over, but he said he had to get back to his business,” Elrond said.
Erestor saw Glorfindel and the merchant speaking, and then Elladan was placed inside the wagon. The horses were tied to the back, and the elves piled in. The merchant opened a bag of food and handed bread and fruit to the elves, then turned the wagon around.
“Oh, thank the Valar,” Erestor said, as he finally broke down and cried.
Tbc…..