Heaven Only Knows (sequel to Heaven Knows)
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
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2
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All characters and locations are the sole property of Professor Tolkien’s Estate (in other words, I do not own any portion of Lord of the rings, the Silmarillion, Lost Tales or any other fandom). This is written only for pleasure and not fo
Chapter 3
The mystery love revealed....
Title: Heaven Only Knows
Author: Gwaelinn
Beta: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairings: Gildor/Surprise
Rating: G-NC17 in later chapters
Warnings: None for this chapter but future SLASH
Summary: After the events of Heaven Knows, Gildor finally sails West and, he hopes, into the arms of his beloved.
Disclaimer: All characters and locations are the sole property of Professor Tolkien’s Estate. This is written for pleasure and therefore not for profit; no money or anything else has been made.
Notes: This story is AU. It does take place after the events of “Heaven Knows.” You do not need to have read “Heaven Knows” but it might help fill in some blanks.
Chapter 3
Gildor turned slowly, his heart skipping a beat. A tall, well built elf with flowing ebony hair approached. The elf lord found he could not speak, could not think, could only stare.
As he approached his grandson and their visitor, Ecthelion's blue eyes grew wide. It could not be. His beloved lion could not be here…now. When there was but an arm's length between them Ecthelion spoke, his words barely a whisper, “Is it truly you?”
A trembling hand reached up to caress the dark hair. “It is I,” Gildor whispered. “You are more beautiful than I remembered.”
Ecthelion took the hand that stroked his hair and kissed the palm, relishing in the feel of warm flesh on his cheek. Gildor threw caution to the wind and gently pulled the other elf closer. Using the hand already cupping Ecthelion's cheek to hold the remade elf in place, Gildor closed the distance, letting their lips meet for the first time in years uncounted. It was an innocent kiss, like the first they had shared back in Gondolin. Breaking the kiss, Gildor rested his forehead against his former lover’s. Erestor and Elladan watched, dumbfounded.
“I have missed you so,” Gildor said, fighting the tears.
“And I you. Never have I stopped loving you, please believe me.” Ecthelion rushed on, “I wrote you a letter before you left, but my cousin found it and took it.”
“He delivered it to me,” Gildor interrupted. He reached beneath his shirt and pulled out the pouch that held the letter. “I have carried it with me always. When I heard of the city’s fall and your…your…” The tears could be held back not more.
Ecthelion quickly pulled the distraught elf into his arms. “Shh, meleth. I am here and whole. We are together like I swore to you long ago and never shall we part.” The Lord of the Fountain kissed the golden mane. “Shh, now, shh.”
Erestor, coming to his senses, realized what was happening. All the times Gildor and he had shared physical comfort the blond never let on. Erestor felt a tinge of guilt. Not for sharing his affections with his grandfather’s love, no, rather, he felt bad that every time Gildor looked at Erestor, he was reminded of the one he had lost. However, if the two elf lords were lovers in Gondolin, how was it that Ecthelion took a wife and sired Erestor’s mother before the sack of the city? ‘Ah, well,’ he mused, ‘the answers will have to wait.’ He tugged quietly at his mate’s sleeve. Grabbing Gildor’s packs, the two silently left the courtyard and the tender scene before them. It seemed Ecthelion and Gildor needed only each other.
Gildor suddenly pulled back. “But what of your wife? I cannot come between…” A finger on his lips silenced him.
Ecthelion took Gildor’s arm and led him up the steps. “Come. I will explain as you get settled.”
******
The next few hours saw the two elves sharing all that happened during their time apart.
“So she was a pawn just as you were,” Gildor said after hearing the whole story for the first time.
“Yes," Ecthelion said from where he sat behind his beloved. The dark haired elf sat on the edge of a soft chair comb in hand; Gildor on the floor before him. He carefully pulled the silver comb through the thick golden tresses. “She loved another and when I fell, he saw her to safety and raised my daughter as his own, though he made sure Lenneithel knew who sired her. They sailed shortly after Lenneithel gave birth to Erestor. When they arrived here and the Valar remade me, we sat down and worked through everything. I released her and gave them my blessing to bind. I always hoped you would return to me… and still have feelings for me.”
Gildor turned to kneel between Ecthelion's strong legs. “I have more than mere feelings for you,” he said, his voice thick. “I love you and prayed for our reunion with every breath I took. I would show you my love for you if you will let me.” Gildor let his hands slide slowly up Ecthelion’s thighs to his groin. A growl was his reward. Never taking his eyes off Ecthelion’s cobalt ones, nimble fingers worked at the seated elf’s laces, quickly freeing the rapidly growing member. Ecthelion leaned back in the chair and allowed his lover to do as he pleased, closing his eyes in pleasure. Gildor wasted no time and accepted the silent invitation. He swallowed the velvet shaft with a hungry groan. Up and down he pumped. His tongue wrapped around the pulsing rod like a warm ribbon. It took very little to have the great Lord of the Fountain panting and begging for release. Gildor doubled his efforts and, as he had in his dream, swallowed all his lover had. Licking the softening member clean, Gildor sat back on his heels and rested his head on Ecthelion’s thigh. Ecthelion stroked the mussed hair as he regained his senses.
“I have not felt that since our last night together,” Ecthelion whispered.
Gildor looked up with melancholy eyes. “I am sorry I did not sail sooner.”
The Lord of the Fountain hushed his lover. “You could not have known and there was much you had yet to do. Thanks to you, my grandson is alive and with his soul mate.”
Gildor paled and closed his eyes. The time had come to confess his times with Erestor. “Aye, I have wronged you,” he began. Ecthelion made to stop him but Gildor pressed one quietly. “I took others to my bed…I took Erestor to my bed. I tried to convince myself it was to ease his unrequited love, but that was a lie. I bedded him because he reminded me of you. I am so sorry! I did not even have the courage tell Erestor.” Gildor turned away, his head bowed in shame.
Ecthelion stroked the golden hair. “Oh, my beloved. I told you to move on, to find another. Erestor, not knowing our past, shared with me the deep friendship he had with you and it eased my heart. He told me of your care of him, of your support. Fearing to destroy his memories of your friendship, I never told him the truth either.” Gildor turned back to his lover with surprise evident in his eyes. He looked deep in Ecthelion’s eyes but could find no trace of displeasure or jealousy. After a moment of silence, the elf lords began to laugh, at first quietly and then uncontrollably.
Gildor wiped tears from his eyes. “Oh, poor Erestor! What he must think!”
“Bah,” Ecthelion said, “he has his own true love and thinks of none other. Although, it will be interesting at dinner tonight.” They laughed again. Ecthelion stood, pulling Gildor up with him. “There is yet time before supper and I should like to show you ‘my’ love, now.” Pulling his lion along, Ecthelion moved towards the large bed.
The End
Title: Heaven Only Knows
Author: Gwaelinn
Beta: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairings: Gildor/Surprise
Rating: G-NC17 in later chapters
Warnings: None for this chapter but future SLASH
Summary: After the events of Heaven Knows, Gildor finally sails West and, he hopes, into the arms of his beloved.
Disclaimer: All characters and locations are the sole property of Professor Tolkien’s Estate. This is written for pleasure and therefore not for profit; no money or anything else has been made.
Notes: This story is AU. It does take place after the events of “Heaven Knows.” You do not need to have read “Heaven Knows” but it might help fill in some blanks.
Chapter 3
Gildor turned slowly, his heart skipping a beat. A tall, well built elf with flowing ebony hair approached. The elf lord found he could not speak, could not think, could only stare.
As he approached his grandson and their visitor, Ecthelion's blue eyes grew wide. It could not be. His beloved lion could not be here…now. When there was but an arm's length between them Ecthelion spoke, his words barely a whisper, “Is it truly you?”
A trembling hand reached up to caress the dark hair. “It is I,” Gildor whispered. “You are more beautiful than I remembered.”
Ecthelion took the hand that stroked his hair and kissed the palm, relishing in the feel of warm flesh on his cheek. Gildor threw caution to the wind and gently pulled the other elf closer. Using the hand already cupping Ecthelion's cheek to hold the remade elf in place, Gildor closed the distance, letting their lips meet for the first time in years uncounted. It was an innocent kiss, like the first they had shared back in Gondolin. Breaking the kiss, Gildor rested his forehead against his former lover’s. Erestor and Elladan watched, dumbfounded.
“I have missed you so,” Gildor said, fighting the tears.
“And I you. Never have I stopped loving you, please believe me.” Ecthelion rushed on, “I wrote you a letter before you left, but my cousin found it and took it.”
“He delivered it to me,” Gildor interrupted. He reached beneath his shirt and pulled out the pouch that held the letter. “I have carried it with me always. When I heard of the city’s fall and your…your…” The tears could be held back not more.
Ecthelion quickly pulled the distraught elf into his arms. “Shh, meleth. I am here and whole. We are together like I swore to you long ago and never shall we part.” The Lord of the Fountain kissed the golden mane. “Shh, now, shh.”
Erestor, coming to his senses, realized what was happening. All the times Gildor and he had shared physical comfort the blond never let on. Erestor felt a tinge of guilt. Not for sharing his affections with his grandfather’s love, no, rather, he felt bad that every time Gildor looked at Erestor, he was reminded of the one he had lost. However, if the two elf lords were lovers in Gondolin, how was it that Ecthelion took a wife and sired Erestor’s mother before the sack of the city? ‘Ah, well,’ he mused, ‘the answers will have to wait.’ He tugged quietly at his mate’s sleeve. Grabbing Gildor’s packs, the two silently left the courtyard and the tender scene before them. It seemed Ecthelion and Gildor needed only each other.
Gildor suddenly pulled back. “But what of your wife? I cannot come between…” A finger on his lips silenced him.
Ecthelion took Gildor’s arm and led him up the steps. “Come. I will explain as you get settled.”
******
The next few hours saw the two elves sharing all that happened during their time apart.
“So she was a pawn just as you were,” Gildor said after hearing the whole story for the first time.
“Yes," Ecthelion said from where he sat behind his beloved. The dark haired elf sat on the edge of a soft chair comb in hand; Gildor on the floor before him. He carefully pulled the silver comb through the thick golden tresses. “She loved another and when I fell, he saw her to safety and raised my daughter as his own, though he made sure Lenneithel knew who sired her. They sailed shortly after Lenneithel gave birth to Erestor. When they arrived here and the Valar remade me, we sat down and worked through everything. I released her and gave them my blessing to bind. I always hoped you would return to me… and still have feelings for me.”
Gildor turned to kneel between Ecthelion's strong legs. “I have more than mere feelings for you,” he said, his voice thick. “I love you and prayed for our reunion with every breath I took. I would show you my love for you if you will let me.” Gildor let his hands slide slowly up Ecthelion’s thighs to his groin. A growl was his reward. Never taking his eyes off Ecthelion’s cobalt ones, nimble fingers worked at the seated elf’s laces, quickly freeing the rapidly growing member. Ecthelion leaned back in the chair and allowed his lover to do as he pleased, closing his eyes in pleasure. Gildor wasted no time and accepted the silent invitation. He swallowed the velvet shaft with a hungry groan. Up and down he pumped. His tongue wrapped around the pulsing rod like a warm ribbon. It took very little to have the great Lord of the Fountain panting and begging for release. Gildor doubled his efforts and, as he had in his dream, swallowed all his lover had. Licking the softening member clean, Gildor sat back on his heels and rested his head on Ecthelion’s thigh. Ecthelion stroked the mussed hair as he regained his senses.
“I have not felt that since our last night together,” Ecthelion whispered.
Gildor looked up with melancholy eyes. “I am sorry I did not sail sooner.”
The Lord of the Fountain hushed his lover. “You could not have known and there was much you had yet to do. Thanks to you, my grandson is alive and with his soul mate.”
Gildor paled and closed his eyes. The time had come to confess his times with Erestor. “Aye, I have wronged you,” he began. Ecthelion made to stop him but Gildor pressed one quietly. “I took others to my bed…I took Erestor to my bed. I tried to convince myself it was to ease his unrequited love, but that was a lie. I bedded him because he reminded me of you. I am so sorry! I did not even have the courage tell Erestor.” Gildor turned away, his head bowed in shame.
Ecthelion stroked the golden hair. “Oh, my beloved. I told you to move on, to find another. Erestor, not knowing our past, shared with me the deep friendship he had with you and it eased my heart. He told me of your care of him, of your support. Fearing to destroy his memories of your friendship, I never told him the truth either.” Gildor turned back to his lover with surprise evident in his eyes. He looked deep in Ecthelion’s eyes but could find no trace of displeasure or jealousy. After a moment of silence, the elf lords began to laugh, at first quietly and then uncontrollably.
Gildor wiped tears from his eyes. “Oh, poor Erestor! What he must think!”
“Bah,” Ecthelion said, “he has his own true love and thinks of none other. Although, it will be interesting at dinner tonight.” They laughed again. Ecthelion stood, pulling Gildor up with him. “There is yet time before supper and I should like to show you ‘my’ love, now.” Pulling his lion along, Ecthelion moved towards the large bed.
The End