The night of Doom and Love

Chapter 3



When they finally reached their destination, Erestor suddenly grew nervous.



Glorfindel immediately went to his side as the door closed behind them.



“What is it, meleth (love)?



“I…I…know what to do for I have heard the elleths speak of it, and yet….” he admitted shyly.



Glorfindel smiled tenderly, stroking Erestor’s thick tresses.



“Do not fear meleth nín (my love)…I can promise you only pleasure from my hands. I only ask two things of you…”



“And they are…”



“That you tell me at once, if you feel uncomfortable with anything we do.”



“I will…and what is the second?”



Glorfindel’s eyes darkened with desire.



“Promise me…do not hold anything back…do not shield your pleasure from me…scream to the heavens if it is what you feel when we touch. I want you enjoy this as much as I.”



Erestor met Glorfindel’s gaze, and hot tremors ran through him.



“I…promise. I love you so much.” Erestor’s fear faded to hungry urgency as his entire soul realized what he needed this moment was Glorfindel, his husband, his only love.



“Make love to me now...”



Glorfindel didn’t need to be told twice. He guided his beloved to the bathing chamber, and prepared a warm bath for the both of them. When the tub was filled with steamy water, he turned and took Erestor in his arms.



“Now…let me undress you. Let me see how beautiful you truly are, lirimaer (lovely one).”



Erestor stood as Glorfindel’s gentle hands removed his clothing piece by piece, taking time to kiss every inch of the skin being slowly bared to his eager gaze. To the older Elf, Erestor was perfection incarnate, as if the Valar when creating the Firstborn had taken especial time to shape and mold the impossibly beautiful elf who now called him husband.



Erestor, unable to see the look of love in Glorfindel’s eyes blushed furiously. He was unsure if the Elf would still find him desirable. Erestor’s worries instantly eased when Glorfindel shed his own clothing and was evidently aroused.



“Aye, melamin. As you see…I really do want you very much.” Glorfindel stepped into the tub and sank down into the water, never once taking his eyes from Erestor’s pale moonlight body.



“You are so beautiful…so desirable…come to me. I want you in my arms…”



He opened his arms and Erestor eagerly went to him. He sat between Glorfindel’s thighs, his back against firm chest.



Glorfindel moaned when he felt a warm, incredibly soft body pressing against his. He pulled Erestor as close as possible, caressing him tenderly. Erestor writhed in Glorfindel’s arms, and his breathing quickly became labored.



“Does that feel good, Erestor nín,” Glorfindel asked gently, the water swirling quietly around them.



“Ai…” Erestor groaned deeply, feeling a slow heat building inside of him.



“…more…please…” He never imagined such intense pleasure as this, just from these warm and loving caresses. He finally understood what the elleths meant, of how the power in a touch could make one’s soul sing. This was what he’d been missing all his life.



He felt his lover’s arousal pressing against his buttocks, making his enjoyment even more powerful, knowing that he was the cause.



When Glorfindel took Erestor’s length in his hand, it was all he could do to lean his head against Glorfindel’s shoulder while his lover pressed heated kisses on his neck, and those firm hand stroked him up and down, stretching his pleasure over and out until he was mindless with it. The hand on him felt like many hands, playing his body like an instrument, coaxing symphonies of raw and naked desire from him. A low moan escaped Erestor’s lips as a surging wave of bliss crashed over him, making him shudder and beg and pant and plead for still more.



Glorfindel shared his groans, the sounds of Erestor’s completion echoing throughout the room. His beloved was so tempting, caught up as he was in the midst of his newly-awakened passion, and it almost proved his undoing. He simply closed his eyes and savored Erestor’s trembling body grown pliant against his own.



“It was…it was…” The Elf turned and pressed a passionate kiss on Glorfindel’s lips, still lightly shaking from his first experience in love.



“…I never knew it could be anything like this…I mean, I know what they say…but Ai Valar…”



Glorfindel nuzzled Erestor’s swan-like throat, grinning like a madman.



“Oh, melamin…this was merely the beginning. There is so much more I will show you…so many different ways to love you, and you will know them all before this night ends.”



He rose in a graceful shower of water cascading from his body, and now Erestor had the chance to fully see Glorfindel in his glory – slender with powerful corded muscles with his long, strong hands. Hands that had been his gentle guide into this unknown world. The sight of him nearly took the sensitive Elf’s breath away.



“You are so beautiful…Glorfindel…” Just saying his beloved’s name made him shiver lightly again. The way it sounded on his tongue. If a name could have a flavor, Glorfindel’s would be the finest, sweetest delicacy from Yavanna’s own table.



Glorfindel’s answer was to snort.



“I? Compared to you, my beloved, I am merely a pale shadow of your own beauty. Did you never see how much the other Elves desired you?” When a frisson of fear passed over Erestor’s face, he added softly,



“Nay, I did not mean that way…but they did desire you…to love you as should be loved and worshipped.”



As he helped Erestor to his feet, drying them both with large towel, Erestor said,



“The only being whose regard matters to me most is yourself. It is your love that has given me hope.”



Leaving the bath chamber, Erestor took his clothes and was about to dress when Glorfindel stopped him.



“You shall not need those anymore…” he teased, nibbling on the highly sensitive point of Erestor’s ear,



“At least not before tomorrow.”





He led Erestor to the bed – their bed now – and tenderly lowered his beloved onto it, then lay beside him.



Glorfindel was taken aback when he saw the beginnings of shining tears in Erestor’s eyes.



“Erestor, melethen (love) ? What is wrong? Have I done something wrong…Goheno nin (*forgive me*)…I never meant to bring you pain…”



“Nay…I just...I still cannot bring myself to believe this would ever happen…all of this…I was certain that I had lost you forever, before I even had the chance to love you.”



“Leave it behind, melethen. I am here now and there is no possible way that I will ever leave you.” Glorfindel softly kissed Erestor’s trembling lips. The kiss deepened quickly, when Glorfindel felt his beloved’s mouth open to receive more. He slid his tongue into that tempting mouth, and tasted every inch of it until they both panted heavily.



“Do you know how much I love you,” Glorfindel breathed, sharing the oxygen and his words.



“I fell in love with you the very moment you came into my sight, and while I knew it for what it was, I was terrified…I felt myself no better than that thrice-cursed Maeglin, because even as I rescued you from him, I found myself wanting you too…and you were a mere elfling…I was ashamed of my lust…”



This time it was Erestor who offered comfort, holding himself close to Glorfindel’s body.



“There was no cause for you to feel that way for I knew was safe with you. For the first time in my life I felt at peace as I slept in your arms. And now…I’m not an elfling anymore…” Erestor whispered with determination, pressing even closer.



“Please…make love to me…make me yours.”



“You are mine…until the end of Arda…and even beyond that for I will not be parted from you…”



Glorfindel captured Erestor’s lips once more, and this time their kiss wasn’t gentle, but full of passion and need as Erestor grew steadily bolder in the giving as well as in the receiving of pleasure. He gasped when he found himself covered by Glorfindel’s strong and aroused body. His whole being was on fire as his lover caressed and kissed him with the fervor of one starved. He stroked Glorfindel’s back and shoulders, marveling at his beloved’s soft skin.



Erestor whimpered when he felt gentle but strong hands once more stroking his arousal as lips traveled slowly downward.



“Glorfindel…”



“Shh…I want to taste you, Erestor nín…”



He dropped his head and plant a tiny kiss on the tip of his beloved’s length. The quiet little moan became a long and loud cry when he finally took Erestor completely in his mouth.



Glorfindel moaned as he tasted his beloved’s heavenly flavor on his tongue. His other hand cupped and massaged his beloved’s heavy sacs, while the other gently caressed silky, lightly trembling thighs.



“Glor…findel…by…oh sweet Valar…Ni quorya (*I’m drowning*),” Erestor panted, slowly but surely sliding towards total abandon. The mouth on him was doing things he never imagined a mouth could do.



“Come, melamin…for me…” Glorfindel urged, murmuring around Erestor as he pulled harder with his mouth.



“Come to me…”



And once again Erestor came, crying his beloved’s name.



Glorfindel savored every precious drop, leaving none, greedy for still more and continued to milk Erestor until there was nothing left. No meal, no feast had ever satisfied him as much.



He waited until the butterfly tremors stilled, then took Erestor in his arms again.



“What you do to me…” Erestor panted huskily, with wonder. “It is like magic…”



“Indeed…and there is still so much more than this…”



“More…I want it all…everything…”



Glorfindel’s answering chuckle was throaty as he began to softly caress Erestor’s firm buttocks.



“Greedy meleth…you shall have as much of me as you will ever want…”



Carefully he began to caress the untouched opening, amazed at the softness here, and speechless at being allowed the gift of showing this beautiful being what pleasure truly was.



Erestor opened and relaxed from the sensual touch as one finger slid inside him.



“Does that feel good,” Glorfindel asked in a hungry whisper, while gently moving his finger in and out. He was determined for this not to cause pain, and no matter how long it took, he would do just that.



“This is where I take you, lirimaer…how I finally make you all mine.”



Erestor squirmed enticingly. The second finger felt a little strange, but not painful. White-hot waves of pleasure burst through him as those fingers brushed against a place inside of him that made him feel like an explosion of liquid gold. He tried to push against Glorfindel’s hand, aching to feel that amazing feeling once more. Teasing fingers moved inside Erestor’s tight channel, stroking that secret spot over and over again.



“Ai Glorfindel, meleth…show mercy…love me…”



It was an almost painful longing and he so desperately needed Glorfindel to fill that emptiness. To fill him with his love, and to make him finally complete. When Glorfindel finally moved closer, Erestor opened, welcoming him.



“Aye Erestor nín…now…” Glorfindel whispered as he placed himself gently above his husband.



Erestor cried Glorfindel’s name, when he finally entered him, making him fully his own. Erestor’s whole world had changed. He was full. Full of Glorfindel. Full of his love and passion.



”I love you so much…aye…more...love me…” Erestor panted, swaying his hips pleadingly.



“Erestor…meleth nín…you feel heavenly…” Glorfindel started to move and Erestor felt a flood of sensations burning in his body with incredible power. He arched, giving himself to Glorfindel, to their common pleasure. Rapidly growing heat drowned everything around them. There was only Glorfindel and pure rapture burning inside their whole beings.



Glorfindel couldn’t hold back his hoarse cries, and he knew he wouldn’t last long. He kissed Erestor’s lips until he felt the blood boiling his veins. His hand gripped tightly around Erestor’s erection, starting to move with same rhythm as their rising and falling hips. Neither the past nor the future existed – only the present. Only this blissful moment, as they moved together like leaves swaying in a gentle breeze which led them nearer to the peak of fulfillment with every thrust. Their shared moans may have been heard within Mandros’ halls when both finally reached their release, first one then the other.



Erestor’s face radiated love, happiness and contentment, his eyes shone brighter than any star.



“I never knew…” Erestor mumbled sleepily, burying his face Glorfindel’s neck. “I never knew such joy could be mine…”



“Nor did I, meleth. But I see you are exhausted. Sleep, melamin. We can arrange everything else tomorrow. And this time you will wake up in my arms.



“Do you promise that?”



“I shall even swear it, if you want. Nothing can separate us anymore. Sleep now. You need rest.”



Erestor fell into a dreamless perfect sleep, and Glorfindel refused to let him go. He stroked his beloved’s raven locks, thinking how lucky he was. It was a very rare gift, that one had second chance at life.



A second chance at happiness.



Finally he fully understood what blessing had been bestowed upon him that fateful night, so many years ago.





Sequel



“Are you not nervous, melamin,” Erestor asked, regarding his hervenn (husband) with a careful eye.



“I know how you feel about all these ceremonies, but we were bidden by Lord Elrond to represent Imladris.”



This time it was he, not Glorfindel who took him in a soothing embrace before the massive doors opened slowly.



“No, not nervous, just eager for this to be over so that I can get you back to our chambers and love you until the sun rises on the morrow.” Glorfindel took Erestor’s hand.



They led each other before the High King, Elessar Telcontar, and his Queen, Arwen, known as The Evenstar.



“I am Glorfindel of Gondolin,” he said with a bow. Raising their joined hands he said with pride. “And this is Erestor of Gondolin, my beloved hervenn.”





~FIN~