Sleeping Erestor

Title: Sleeping Erestor
Author: MaelleConstance
Part: 4/?
Rating: NC-17 overall
Disclaimer: I do not own any elves; they belong to Tolkien's estate. The story line belongs to the Mouse. And I make no profit from it, darn it!
Warning: None
Beta: None; all spelling mistakes and grammatical fantasies are mine. In order to maintain a certaine "tone", the rest of this story will go un'bated as well but you will be please to know that the wonderful Aglarien has offered to beta my work for me. I fully intend to use and abuse her services in future stories *grins*
Summary: Erestor is the victime of an evil spell. Who will save him? ( As if you did not know!)
Author's Notes: The story line follows the one in Disney's adaptation of Sleeping Beauty, a tale by Charles Perreault, since it is my all time favorite Disney movie.
Written for the Fairy Tale Challenge at Erestor_Lovers.
Further author's notes: I am sorry for the long delay in posting this new chapter. I blame real life, a nasty virus and a bout of laziness. To make it up to you, this chapter is much longer than the preceding ones. Enjoy!


As a baby, Erestor only knew love and security. Growing up, he never realized how unique his situation was. All he knew was that he had three wonderful and loving "uncles" who treated him as if he was the most precious thing in the world. To them, he really was. In the eyes of his loving godfathers, little Erestor could do no wrong.

When he was 15 years old (around five in human years), Celeborn began to braid his beautiful hair. Erestor found this novelty fascinating and soon he took on himself to braid his uncles' hair back. His usual victim was Thranduil who would often be found sleeping under his favorite oak, having drunk all his content of Gil-Galad's wine. The Mirkwood king would wake up to find his blond mane full of braids, ribbons and flowers; whatever had suited Erestor's fantasy that day. Erestor kept telling him how "pretty" he was after the beauty treatment. Thranduil would tolerate the word "pretty" being applied to him for the love of Erestor and as long as Gil-Galad and Celeborn did not make a fuss about it. In his own opinion, "pretty" was a girlie word, certainly not to be used to describe him, a powerful and virile king.

Erestor loved his three guardians with all his heart. They were different from one another and each one would bring him his own uniqueness. Very early on, Erestor understood that Celeborn was old and that he had witness many, many events. After supper, Erestor would curl up at Celeborn's feet and waited for the retelling of a story of old. Being the intelligent little elf that he was, Erestor soon noticed that even uncle Ereinion and uncle Thran would listened avidly to Celeborn's stories. Erestor developed a great love and a deep respect for the venerable lord of Lorien.

He did also love Gil-Galad, but for another reason. Celeborn was very wise but in the Noldo King, Erestor found an intelligence like his own. Gil-Galad would talk to him about ruling a great number of people and of how finesse and subtlety was indispensable. As King, he had to content as many of his subject as possible and sometimes, that required a little bit of ruse and manipulation. The duo chose Thranduil as a test subject and established a little contest as who would be able to make him do what. On many occasions, poor Thranduil was left to wonder why it always seemed to be his turn to gather wood for the fireplace or to wash the laundry.

Erestor had soon understood that his uncle Thranduil had none of the wisdom of Celeborn or the intellect of Gil-Galad. However, the Mirkwood King had something else that was as important in Erestor's eyes as those qualities: resourcefulness. By the time Erestor reached 45 years (around 16 years), all Gil-Galad's wine was virtually gone. Thranduil began to panic again because he knew that no alcohol was brought in the packages left for them by the castle's servants. He had 455 years left to spend there and there was no way that those years would go by in sobriety.

Celeborn noted Thranduil's sudden interest in books. Well, in one book in particular. Celeborn could not remember what that book was about; he only noted one morning that it was missing and he later saw Thranduil reading it. He let the matter go; glad in one way that Thran was showing interest in something other than wine. However, he soon realized that the Mirkwood king was up to something. Again.

Thranduil spend the next few weeks in a nearby shed, apparently working on an obscure project. Celeborn asked Erestor if he knew anything about it but even the curious young elf was left in the dark. Then, one day, Thranduil asked Erestor to help him gather all the berries he could find. That was not a problem; berries were particularly abundant in these parts of the forest. After that, Thranduil locked himself once again in the shed. When Celeborn learned of the berries harvest, he frowned, realizing what Thranduil might be up to. However, he kept his peace. Perhaps Thranduil would fail in his endeavor.

Many days went by. Erestor was training with Gil-Galad, who had taken upon him to teach his godson the art of sword fighting. Erestor was good but no more. Apparently the sword was not for him. Gil-Galad suspected that he would be more agile with knives if only Thranduil would leave his retreat to teach him. Once again, he wondered what Thran was up to. Little did he know that he was about to find out.

One night, at supper, Thranduil made a very loud entry in the cottage. He looked like a victorious general after a great battle. A wide smile on his face, he placed a bottle on the table. Gil-Galad could not resist asking:

-What is it?

-Taste it.

Thranduil filled the Noldo king’s cup. Ereinion looked at Celeborn, silently asking for his opinion but millennia of training allowed the silver hair elf to keep a straight face. Slowly, he brought the cup to his lips and took a sip. The liquid immediately burned his throat and Gil-Galad coughed.

-Good, isn't it? Asked a proud Thranduil.

-What is Eru's name is that?

-Wine, of course! I agree it needs a little more time and work but I am very please with the result.

-Do you mean to tell me that you spent all this time in that shed making wine?

-Well yes! Your reserve is a little low, if you hadn't noticed.

-Where did you learn to make wine?

-In that book.

And Thranduil showed the obviously often-read book. Gil-Galad looked at it, incredulous.

-You can read?

-Of course you silly Noldo! And I can write too! Celeborn, would you like a sip?

-No, thank you. I prefer tea myself.

-Oh, right. However, you, my young friend, do not get to taste it either. You’re still too young, after all.

-That is all right, uncle Thran. But perhaps you can explain to me how you made it? I am curious of what you used.

-I will tell you all about it in due time, pen-neth. Now eat before it gets cold. Another drop, Ernie?

Resourcefulness. That was Thranduil greatest quality. Throw a challenge at him and he would be at his best. He was also very good with both bow and knives and was delighted to teach Erestor about those weapons. And he was always so funny. Erestor had a very soft spot for his eccentric booze-lovin' uncle Thran.

One day, the words that Celeborn dreaded the most escaped Erestor's lips.

-Where are my parents?

Celeborn had thought long and hard about what he was going to tell Erestor. He did not want the young elf to be scared because of the curse nor did he want him to think that his parents had abandoned him.

-Yours parents are a great Lord and Lady who leave outside this forest.

-Why am I not with them?

-When you were born, you adar conflicted a powerful wizard and he feared that this wizard would try to hurt you out of hatred for him. That is why your adar and naneth had sent you here with us, to live in peace until this conflict is resolved.

-Why haven't they visited us yet?

-They do not want this wizard to know where you have gone. They love you very much, Erestor. It broke their heart to be separated from you. I know that they want you to be safe and that they cannot wait to be reunited with you.

-When will that happen?

Celeborn hesitated. He did not want to lie to Erestor but the truth would hurt him. How can you tell a child that he has to wait another 455 years before meeting his parents?

-So much can happen, pen-neth, that I do not know precisely the answer for that. When the time is right, you Adar will send for us.

Erestor sighed.

-I am sad not to know them, but I believe that they must indeed love me very much to have sent me here with you three. I am happy here and I have so much to learn yet!

-Yes; they are going to be so proud of you when you finally meet.

-I want that; to make them proud. Even if I don't know them, I feel love for them.

-Of course you do pen-neth. And we all love you very much.

Celeborn held the young elf in his arms. He did indeed love him with all his heart, as if Erestor were his own child.

One would think that with these three powerful lords around him, Erestor would have been made aware of a whole variety of subjects; and he was, except for one that, consciously or not, was left out. However, Erestor was bound to discover it on his own.

It all began with the dreams. They were not very precise dreams, they were more about sensations. He would dream about caresses on his skin, as if someone was barely touching him. He would feel hot and would often wake up out of breath and with his member hard. That would disturb him a bit. He did not know why his member would get so hard. Then, one night it happened; the life changing event of his existence.

He was in deep reverie, lying on his stomach. Erestor could feel it again, the ghostly touches on his bare skin. His crotch seemed on fire. He could hear soft moans, not realizing that they were his own. The pressure in his loins needed to be released. Erestor started to rub his aching cock against the sheet on which he was lying. The sensation only made the matter worst; his need increasing with the friction. His whole body was now burning up. The moans became louder. Then he felt it, in his groin; a sparkle of pleasure that spread to his entire body like liquid fire. It was overwhelming and he became lost in a sea of sensation. Slowly, it subsided. His breathing came back to normal and he felt like him again. However, something was wrong. Deep in his now peaceful reverie, Erestor could feel that his sheets had become uncomfortably sticky. He woke up slowly. The young elf was still lying on his stomach but now, underneath him, there was a poodle of...stuff.

Erestor got up. Some of the viscous liquid was still on him, on his member and in the dark hair he had around it. He could smell it and he did not like that smell. Most of the weird, white fluid was still on his sheet. It did not take long to Erestor to conclude that the stuff came out of him somehow. He did not understand and he felt a bit ashamed of it. The thought of his uncles entered his mind and he knew right away that he did not want them to find out about that, whatever that was. Erestor took a clean cloth and wipe away what was drying on his skin. He then pulled the sheets from his bed and decided to wash them before anyone was up. Quickly, he put on a pair of leggings and a shirt and as silently as he could, he went outside, his soiled sheets under one arm.

Despite the fact that it was still dark, Erestor walked fast to the riverside where the little group was doing their laundry. He then realized that he had forgotten to take soap with him but he could still try and made the stains go away with water. Erestor dipped the first sheet in the cold river. He was rubbing it furiously when a voice startled him.

-Why are you doing your laundry at this hour, pen-neth?

Erestor froze in place. It was Celeborn. Now he remembered that the lord of Lorien sometimes liked to spend his night outside, falling into reverie while watching the stars. Erestor felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment. Tears filled his eyes. Celeborn felt his uneasiness and came closer.

-Tell me what troubles you, Erestor. You know you can tell me everything, right?

-Yes, uncle.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the whole story poured from it. Celeborn blamed himself for the young elf discomfort. He knew he should have talk about the birds and the bees with him a long time ago but a part of him did not want Erestor to grow up too quickly.

-You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, Erestor. What happened to you was perfectly normal.

The silver-haired lord explained everything to his young protégé. As the words made their way through his brain, Erestor felt the shame being washed away from him. Celeborn opened a new world of possibilities for him.

-Am I correct to assume that you never touch yourself before? he asked.

-You mean there?

-Yes.

-No, except to wash, of course.

-Well, you may find out that it can be quite enjoyable to...shall I say, manipulate your member. You can replicate what happened in your dream, the pleasure you felt.

-Really? Do you do it, uncle Celeborn?

The elven lord was a bit shock by the question but on second thought, he realized its pertinence.

-Hum...yes, I do it from time to time when the need in my body is too great.

-I never realized you did this.

-Well, pen-neth, when engage in such activities, one is making sure to be in a very private place. This is something that is done discreetly.

-Do you think that uncle Ereinion and uncle Thranduil do it too?

-I am sure they do. Everyone feel this need in his or her body. It is the most driving force in nature: the need to procreate. Only we, the sentient beings also do it for the pleasure we get from it and to express love between mates. Again, it is nothing to be ashamed of. It is only a more private part of you.

-Thank you, uncle Celeborn. I feel better now.

-Come, pick up your sheets. It is far too early to be up. You can still catch sleep before Anor is up.

The next day, Erestor was still thinking about what he had learned. His curiosity had kicked in and he wanted to verify for himself if what Celeborn had told him was true; that there was pleasure to be found in toying with oneself. Erestor locked himself away in his room after the midday meal. He took off his clothes and quickly hid under his sheets as if he was afraid of someone seeing him naked. He sat there for a long time, wondering if his uncles would guess what he was about to do. The young elf would slowly lift the sheet to look at his flaccid member, only to drop it back on it immediately. Celeborn had said "manipulate". That could mean anything. He finally pushed the sheet away.

Erestor knew that first, his organ needed to be hard. He picked it up, pulling slightly on it. It felt weird but there was definitely a reaction. He began to move the foreskin back and forth on the head. He liked the sensation and so did his cock; it got hard in seconds. Erestor was now moving his hand up and down his penis in a steady rhythm, wondering how he could enhance an already delectable feeling. He thought about the oil he used for his hair and how it would make his movements more fluid. He reached for the bottle on his bedside table and opened it. He poured a bit of oil between his fingers, coating them and then, he resumed was he was doing. He gasped aloud at the sensation. It felt wonderful!

His whole crotch felt alive. There was now a pressure, a need inside him that he knew could not be denied. His testicles drew closer to his body and with his other hand, Erestor began caressing them. A moan escaped his lips. He could not believe that he knew nothing of these activities! He rolled one of his balls between his fingers, using the oil mixed with precum to help him. He was moving to the next gland when the tip of his fingers brushed the patch of skin between his balls and his entrance. Erestor hissed at the feeling. He was going down fast on the road to release, his right hand moving faster and faster up and down his generously weeping cock; his left hand holding his engorged balls between thumb and index fingers while the three other digits were massaging the skin underneath them. His head fell back and he was panting furiously, feeling his climax near. Suddenly, he saw white stars and pleasure ran through his vein like burning lava. His seed shot out, coaxing his fingers and his stomach. Erestor groaned as the wave of his release slowly died away.
He remained there, breathless, boneless for a very long time. He would never forget this first time, this discovery of what his body could do. When he finally got up to wipe away the residue of his seed on his hand and stomach, the smell of it seemed less unpleasant.

Time passed, decades turned into century. At time, Erestor wondered if it was his fate to remain in this cottage with his three uncles. He longed to meet his parents and, to be honest, he also longed to meet somebody else. Not that life with Celeborn, Gil-Galad and Thranduil was uninteresting but Erestor knew there was so much more outside. However, he knew that this was done in his best interest and that someday, he would get to leave this place.

Erestor also wondered about a possible mate. Celeborn was bound to Galadriel; Ereinion had Elrond and Thranduil... well Thranduil was apparently alone in life and Erestor often asked himself if it was not the reason behind the uncontrollable drinking of the Mirkwood King. Perhaps Thranduil was lonely and he was trying to forget his loneliness by drowning it in wine. Erestor too sometimes felt lonely. He was curious to know if love waited for him outside this forest.

Dreams gave him some answers. Erestor began to dream about an elf he had never met. This elf was very tall and strongly built with broad shoulders and a robust chest. His hair was blond but calling it "blond" was not a strong enough word; it was like liquid sunshine on his back, falling almost to his waist. His eyes were of the most wonderful shade of blue Erestor had ever seen. His features were beyond fair, telling of masculine force and tenderness as the same time. Erestor found himself hopelessly in love with this dream elf. He was convinced that these were no ordinary dreams and that maybe the Valar were showing him his future mate. However, Erestor kept these thoughts for himself; not wanting his uncles to burst his bubble. Each night, he could not wait to go back to sleep and dream about his beautiful elf. He was so lost in his dream world that one morning; Erestor woke up not realizing that this day was his 500th begetting day.
tbc...