Lonely Hearts

Disclaimer: Main characters are not mine but Tolkien's.
A? N: sorry this took a long time to update but I was working on the other projects, so I didn't have much time to work on LH.I must warn ya that these updates will be rare during the next month because I am trying to finish the sequel to "Will of the Hearts" trilogy and I am writing Legolas/Rumil sequel. Much love from kiki g.
Next chapter is starring Huor and Semar and it's also about arrival of Arthon's ex-wife wife Tidew and his son Minan.
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*The touches were tender and they sneaked all over his body, making him tremble from those sensitive emotions. Glorfindel was on his back and from what he could see, it was dark in the room and someone was daringly caressing his shaft.

Those touches of an invisible hand, were bringing to him something he had never felt before in his life, and he released a strangled whimper. Suddenly before him appeared the raven hair, poutps aps and the dark eyes, he had seen too many times before.

Erestor had been provoking all those sensations with his hand and Glorfindel growled, waiting for his release to quickly come over him. And it did came, with the one last stroke of an imaginary hand, Glorfindel yelped and he spent himself in his sleepy state, not much aware that he had been in the land of dreams, for these last few moments. *

He cleared his sleepy eyes, and just then ad rad realized that this was all a dream, and that Erestor who was touching him, only existed in his dreamland. The real Erestor was here, laying beside him and Glorfindel's face reddened when he realized that he had released his seed on his leggings and the blanket that covered him, while he was sleeping.

That dream was a first wet dream Glorfindel had, since that gruesome night he was raped, and he felt relieved that the nightmares had abandoned him for a while. Most of his dreams contained Orcs and beasts, with all of them forcing themselves upon him, and Glorfindel hated going to sleep these last few days. But this time it was different.

This time he had dreamt that Erestor was intimately touching him, and it seemed to him that this was a best dream he ever had. But to turn this subject to present time, he still had embarrassing situation to deal with.

He had no strength to change himself, or even to place the other blanket over them. He hoped that Erestor would sleep all through the night and that the wet things would dry out before the morning would come.

He tried not to move and he tried not to disturb Erestor in his sleep. He turned himself to his right side, where Erestor lay, carefully exploring a face of his sleeping husband.

The small candle that burned inside of the room, made it possible to see in a dark, and Glorfindel observed Erestor's sleeping behavior; quietly chuckling when he found out that Erestor sucked his thumb in his sleep, like a mere baby elfling.

He wanted to laugh at that sight and he stopped himself from doing so, because he would wake up Erestor if he did that. Erestor's cheek's were flushed in his sleep while his eyes fluttered, and Glorfindel knew that Erestor was dreaming about something.

While Glorfindel observed his sleeping husband, he felt that he was being pulled toward the sleepy state again, and he surrendered himself to it very easily, while relaxing his mind and drifting away.

The morning came too soon, and Glorfindel was still sleeping, but Erestor did not. Instead he was moving around while he prepared the healing room for the coming breakfast this morning, careful not to disturb the sleeping elf on the bed.

Erestor found a few servants, hanging around the other healing rooms and he ordered them to bring a small table with couple of the chairs to this room, and to inform the cook where to send their morning meal. Erestor wanted everything to be at place, before Arthon arrived, and he woke up earlier than he should have, to make some needed preparations for the breakfast.

After the servants quietly placed the table and the chairs in the middle of the healing room, they set the table for the three persons and they existed the room; waiting for the further instructions from Erestor.

Erestor, now dressed in his favorite black robe fetched one pair of leggings from the nearby drawer, together with a white shirt and he moved himself to the bed, slowly waking up his husband from a deep slumber.

Glorfindel's head jerked up and he calmed himself when he saw Erestor standing before him, dressed formally, holding something in his hands. He saw that those were articles of clothing, Erestor was carrying in his grip, and he wondered why was the other elf up and about, this early in the morning.

"Wake up Glorfindel." Erestor grinned." Look who had a little accident and is in need of a change." Erestor smirked and he pointed with his hand, toward Glorfindel's lower body and the other elf suddenly blushed, embarrassed by what he had discovered. His sleeping leggings were still wet and the soiled blanket only carried a yellow spot, and Glorfindel cursed himself for depositing this mess last night.

"Oh like you never had one of these before, thumb sucker." Glorfindel embarrassment ceased, when he had a pleasure to tease Erestor about his habit and advisor looked at him in a surprise, as if not knowing what the other elf was about.
"Why do you call me a thumb sucker." Erestor furrowed his brow, but Glorfindel waved the subject off, moving his attention to the present situation.

"Never mind, I'll tell you later. Erestor, why are you up so early and dressed like that. Where are you going?" Glorfindel apparently forgot about the breakfast they were supposed to have with Arthon, and Erestor chuckled, enlightening his husband in what was happening today.

"I am going nowhere. We, I mean you and me that is, are having a breakfast with Arthon in about an hour, so you have to get changed Glorfindel. We cannot have you meet my cousin with the wet leggings, can we now?"

Erestor said in teasieasing tone and Glorfindel sneered at him, sticking his tongue out at Erestor, making his appearance more childish. He took the articles of the clothing from Erestor's hand, and Erestor glared at him questioningly, asking the other elf if he had a strength to dress himself with no help.

"Can you do it alone, Glorfindel. I mean you still lack energy and your wounds are still under healing. I could help you if you have no strength to do it."
Erestor asked him and the other one pursued his lips in the thin line, quietly thinking about something.

"I think I will need some help with putting these leggings on, but I would have you fetch a healer to do that. Can you call him and instruct him to bring the basin too, so I could clean myself." Glorfindel kindly smiled at the raven haired elf, while he waited for the other one to go and bring the healer to him.

"So, you don't seek my aid freely." Erestor uttered those small words with a small twinge of hurt and Glorfindel bit his lip, feeling guilty for phrasing those last few sentences in the wrong way.

"No, It's not that. I would have you help me, but this kind of aid I am only comfortable receiving from the professional healer. I didn't mean to make you feel bad, but this immobility is something I am really embarrassed about and I apologize if I had offended you just now."

"No, you didn't offend me. I understand where you're coming from. I shall go and fetch the healer to assist you right this minute." Erestor smiled at Glorfindel and he started to move towards the door, Glo Glorfindel's voice stopped him.

"You know, Erestor. You really, really owe me for doing this with you. Meeting your cousin, is not something that is pleasant for me and I will make sure I put you in the debt for this one."

Glorfindel smiled and he grinned at Erestor, but the other elf just waved him off, leaving through the entrance, in a search for the long lost healer. Erestor knew that Arthon and Glorfindel couldn't stand each other, but he still wondered if there was some way for them to make their peace, or at least try to stomach each other's presence.

He knew that Arthon would be very cross with him, for bonding himself to Glorfindel, but he couldn't care less what his cousin thought about their bond. He loved and he would loosloose what he loved, not even if somebody had tried to destroy what he solemnly believed in. Erestor wondered if his husband and Arthon would ever act peacefully toward each other. But that possibility was very slim, and Erestor shuddered when he remembered a last fight he encountered between those two warriors, centuries ago.

He would hate being a peace maker between those two, and he dreaded to think what kind of damage those two would leash upon Imladris, when they would met in anger once again. Either way, Erestor and Elrond would have their lives torn, between their duties and the tasks of keeping their husbands far away from each other as possible.

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Arthon closed the doors of the Elrond's study behind him and he made his way through the various Halls of Imladris. He had a good night of sleep and Elrond, although being reluctant at first, had let him sleep on his bed.

Each of them had a half of the space on the bed, and they didn't disturb each other much in the sleep. Their behavior toward each other had remained in the calmer zone and Elrond had been mostly thanking the other elf for saving his life. And now Arthon was heading toward the healing room to meet his cousin Erestor and his bonded. He was looking forward to spending some time with his cousin Erestor this morning, and he was eager to find out who did he get married to.

Elrond gave him a few instructions how to get to the healing quarters and Arthon followed them, realizing he was going the right way when he encountered the statue of Elbereth, located in the middle of the courtyard. He stopped himself beside the white doors and he opened them without knocking, passing a few people on his way, and asking them where the Erestor's room was located. They pointed to the left side of the wall in front of him, where the red colored doors were located. With the reluctance heed bed beside those awkwardly colored doors, bringing his hand forward to knock upon them.

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"Enter." Erestor looked at the entrance of his room and he smiled when he encountered his cousin, moving with a quick strides toward him.

Glorfindel was gingerly sitting on the chair, beside the dinning desk and he frowned when he saw his worst enemy, coming inside through the door.
"Please go away." Glorfindel whispered under his breath and he scowled when he saw a caring hug between the two raven figures, cursing his immobility for preventing him to escape this meeting.

"You, what are you doing here?" Arthon almost growled when he saw Glorfindel sitting at the table and Glorfindel offered the same enmity to the other elf, crushing his teeth so he wouldn't release any curses at the myth Lord.

"This is my healing room, Arthon." Glorfindel hissed through his teeth and with an icy glare he pierced his former tutor.
If Glorfindel had any strength in him he would spend these precious few moments strangling Arthon, but the promises he made to Erestor to behave himself, had held him back. He couldn't possibly imagine this breakfast not ending up with some blood on his hands and silently he thanked the servants for providing him with the two sharp knives, which he would use if he had too.


"But what are you doing with him Erestor. Valar,not not tell me...Erestor, is he your bonded?" Arthon's brain started working and soon he realized why Glorfindel was with Erestor right now. He hoped that this was not the case and that Erestor had bonded himself to someone else, any elf, but not this one.

He hated Glorfindel with all of his might and he couldn't possibly agree to this marriage. But then, he saw the look his cousin gave to Glorfindel, and he realized that he could do nothing to destroy this.

Erestor's expression, was filled with love and adoration for the other elf, and Arthon remembered all those times in the past he had felt like that, but his own love life had ended up in a disaster. Too many obstacles separated his lost love from his side, and he didn't want for his cousin to end up that way.

If Erestor loved Glorfindel, he would try to stomach that fact, no matter how disturbing it was to him.

"So it's true. You are bonded with him." Arthon looked at his cousin again, and he offered a small smile to him, reassuring him that he wouldn't kill his husband just yet.

"Yes, we are, Arthon. Do you have any objections to that." Glorfindel's voice sounded the room and he sneered at Arthon, but the Lord was preoccupied with his own thoughts and he ignored Glorfindel's comments for now.

"Do you love him, Erestor." Arthon voice became a little softer and he ignored Erestor's husband for a while, almost trying to imagine that the other elf had disappeared from his room.

"Yes, Yes I do." Erestor gulped and he nervously observed Arthon, trying to figure out why did the other elf still remain calm. He imagined that Arthon would throw a fit when he realized that Erestor was married to Glorfindel, but this kind of reaction puzzled Erestor. Erestor wondered if Arthon had indeed changed a little, in all those years he didn't see him, and he deeply sighed waiting for Arthon's reply.

"Then I wish you both a blessed life together." Arthon said in indifferent tone and Erestor released a small sigh of a relief, taking his cousin by the hand and leading him toward the table where Glorfindel sat.

Arthon came beside Glorfindel and he glanced upon him with his fiery glare. Glorfindel on the other end was deeply puzzled and Arthon's easy acceptance of their bond was confusing him.

"What say you and me bury the war hatchet, for the sake of my cousin, Glorfindel." Arthon offered him a hand to shake upon it and Glorfindel reluctantly obliged.

"Sure, whatever you say." Glorfindel responded and three of them settled behind the breat tat table, making the light conversation, while the servants served the breakfast.

"So tell me Erestor, how did you two get married. Was it chance or an accident that tied you two together." Arthon smirked and he chewed on the food he collected from his plate, his withering glances switching from Glorfindel to Erestor.

"No, it was none of these two. Actually, it was a need to save a life of the another. You see a week ago, Glorfindel was dangerously wounded and he had a slim chance of making it through.
I gave him my life force which had automatically bonded us together."

Erestor drank the tea from his cup and he saw that his cousin had seemed really interested in what he was saying. Never before had his cousin been so calm and collected about something that greatly affected his family, and Erestor knew that this was a definitely new Arthon siting with him. Those blue eyes somehow reeked with wisdom, and Erestor knew that some change was made in his cousin.

"My brave cousin. Didn't you know that you could loose your life while doing that. There is thirty percent of chance that this process really works and Valar can sometimes refuse the bond, made out of the life force. Do you really think that Glorfindel is worth taking that chance?"

Arthon arched his eyebrow and he strongly glared at the blonde across from him, observing that he had provoked a small twinge of anger in Glorfindel's eyes.

Glorfindel didn't respond to that so-called assessment and he took a bite of the another bread roll, while the scowl radiated on his pretty face.

"Arthon, didn't you ever love before. Have you ever been ready to risk everng fng for the life of your beloved." Erestor questioned his cousin and for a minute there he saw a small streak of longing, lined on the Arthon's face.

"Once I was a pilgrim of all of those things; love, lust, want and desire, but since that time my heart had been closed. I understand your sacrifice, Erestor, for indeed it is too great." Arthon responded and his thoughts had drawn him to his bitter past and suddenly he shook all those memories away from him, paying more attention to his cousin's reply.

"So, now you know why I did, what I did." Erestor kindly smiled at his husband whose face had been distracted by the plate in front of him, while he played with the food upon it.

"Aye I do, Erestor. And that makes you my fair cousin a flower worth of having, and I hope that this cretin over here will appreciate your sacrifice, and he will worship the ground that you walk on." He turned to Glorfindel, and his gaze became more threatening." Glorfindel, don't you ever dare to break Erestor's heart. If you break it, I will break your body to the pieces. Are we understood?"

Arthon's face became a cold mask and Glorfindel pierced the older elf with his equal icy gaze, praying to Gods he would refrain himself from violently attacking Arthon. Glorfindel glanced upon the Erestor's face and there he saw a pleading look, and his eyes became softer when he uttered his reply.

"Yes, Arthon I understand. But, your threat is not necessary because I don't intend to hurt Erestor. I cherish what Erestor has given me, and I would never abuse it in any way." Glorfindel's response was calm and Arthon shook his head in the mute understanding.

And then, the conversation moved to the other subject. The three elves enjoyed their entire morning and afternoon in each others presence, spending it inside of the healing room.

Although Glorfindel and Arthon didn't talk much since the breakfast, two cousins on the other hand, had a lot of catching up to do. Glorfindel never knew what a real headache felt like, until he encountered this happy chattering between the two cousins.

He didn't feel left out of the conversation but he choose not to get involved, because with the likes of Arthon he shared just a few quick words. Glorfindel saw that Erestor was happy to be with his cousin today and he was glad that this day didn't end up with any fights between him and his ex-tutor.

Glorfindel frowned when he realized that he had to put up with this elf for many days to come. Arthon was about to get married to Elrond, and Glorfindel knew the that peace was not a thing he would share with this eccentric Erestor's cousin.

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

(Yes, Arthon did accept their bond easily and I wanted him to do that, but that doesn't mean Arthon will start liking Glorfindel. No, those two will have many fights in the future and they will drive Erestor and Elrond crazy. * giggle. lol)