Enough for Tonight
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chapter 17
Title: Enough for Tonight (17/22)
Author: Aglarien
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Caladir/Gurvelon (OMCs)
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. Except for the cat.
Warning: AU.
Archive: Glorfindel of Imladris, AFF, Melethryn, OEAM
Summary: Erestor wakes.
Part 17
Dawn had not yet begun to roll back the darkness. Elrond and Nestoron were carefully checking Erestor’s bandages and the wounds beneath, when Erestor suddenly stirred and uttered a moan so pitiful that the eyes of the three other elves filled with tears. Tinnu immediately sat up, gently licked the face of his beloved master, and softly mewed.
Glorfindel looked to Elrond with panic filled eyes, as Elrond silently motioned for him to speak to Erestor. “Erestor, my love, its all right now. You’re safe in my arms again, beloved. Elrond is here and he will make you well.”
“Glor…hurt…” Erestor moaned.
Nestoron had already prepared a tincture of herbs, waiting for this moment. He quickly added warm water to it and brought the cup to Erestor’s side. The herbs would stimulate Erestor’s healing as well as help dull his pain. The healer also knew Erestor would be extremely thirsty as the result of his wound and blood loss.
“Erestor, listen to me. It is I, Elrond. Glorfindel and I are going to raise you just a little so you can drink. Try to open your eyes for us, my friend.” They gently raised Erestor. Taking the cup from Nestoron, Elrond placed it to his friend’s lips. “Erestor, try to drink now.” Once he managed to get Erestor to take the first sip, the cup was quickly emptied.
“Would you like more?” Elrond asked.
Erestor finally opened his eyes and nodded to Elrond, but his eyes focused in on Glorfindel. The cup was quickly refilled and emptied.
Gently, they laid him back down. Erestor uttered a relieved sigh, then spoke, shakily. “How….bad?”
“The wound is deep, my friend,” Elrond replied. “The blade was deflected by your breast plate, and so missed any vital organ, but you have lost a lot of blood. That will delay your wound healing, and we will not move you until it begins to mend and you are stronger. We will give you potions to help replace your fluids and stimulate the healing, and you must drink them all. You will be well again, my friend.”
Erestor briefly moved his eyes to Elrond and ever so slightly nodded his head. Elrond was pleased with his response, and gave his friend a gentle smile, squeezing a hand.
Erestor returned his eyes to Glorfindel. “Glor…battle?”
“The Orcs are all dead, sweetheart. Not one of our number was lost. All three Orc bands were destroyed, and Imladris and our borders are safe.” Glorfindel placed a soft kiss on Erestor’s brow. “I was so afraid I would lose you, my heart,” he whispered. “Never leave me, Erestor. I love you so very much.”
Erestor settled his head on Glorfindel’s chest, and drew his husband’s arm over his chest, holding it against him. “Could feel you…hear you...calling me… kept me here… love you,” and promptly fell asleep.
“Glorfindel,” Elrond said, “you should rest now too. I will be right here watching over him. We must wake him again in an hour to drink more. Rest now.” Glorfindel settled down next to his beloved, enfolding him in his arms, and Elrond drew the bed covers snuggly around them. “Come, Tinnu, you still need to keep Erestor warm.” And Tinnu settled down once again along Erestor’s wounded side.
Elrond sent Nestoron to rest, and settled down in his chair to watch over his friends.
~ ~ ~ ~
Hardened warrior that he was, Caladir awoke before dawn. His beautiful Gurvelon was snuggled in his arms. He loved this time of the day, when he was awake and could simply hold his little love and watch him sleep. A smile graced his face when he remembered mornings where watching was not enough and he coaxed his lover awake, usually by instigating the preludes to passionate lovemaking.
Caladir was as fair as all other elves, and perhaps a little taller. Like all warriors skilled in centuries of swordplay, his arms and chest were heavily muscled. His long dark hair was usually kept braided for battle; the exception being when Gurvelon got his long fingers wrapped in it and draped it over himself like a blanket, as it was now.
Their loving last night had been soft and slow and sweet; a confirmation of their love and that they had both survived. Gurvelon had been deeply comforted by it, which was exactly what Caladir had been aiming for. In the many long centuries since their mating, their passion and lust for each other had never waned, however, and was usually hidden just below the surface, ready to leap into flame when they were together.
Caladir slowly moved his lips along his lover’s neck, softly licked along a perfectly pointed ear, and suckled the tip into his mouth.
Gurvelon moaned and instantly awoke – and was instantly hard. Grinning into the muscled chest, he moved his head slightly, located a nipple and began to lightly nip and lick the hard nub.
Caladir groaned and moved his lips to gently nip on the neck below him, at the same time sliding his little lover beneath him.
Gurvelon loved feeling his strong warrior on top of him. He always had. It made him feel so safe, and oh so loved. Wrapping his lithe arms and legs around his beloved, he whispered, “Kiss me, my love.” Caladir’s mouth covered his, tongues reaching for their mate, beginning their enticing dance. The little scribe arched his hips up and managed to free his mouth enough to groan, “Want you. Now.”
Caladir mumbled into his lover’s mouth. “Won’t hurt you. Need to prepare...”
“Still ready from before. Now. Please.” Gurvelon thrust his tongue back into Caladir’s mouth, mimicking the action he wanted, thrusting in and out.
The warrior groaned and moved a hand to gently squeeze the firm buttocks. Placing a finger at Gurvelon’s entrance, he gently pushed, and found his lover still moist and slick from the night before.
Gurvelon bucked down on the finger and moaned. “Oh, please..now..my love..please.”
Caladir gently removed his finger. Moving his hand to his own hard and leaking member, he quickly his spread the pre-ejaculate down his shaft. Easily lifting his little husband, he positioned his member at the entrance, and thrust hard, knowing how Gurvelon loved it when he did that. He quickly covered his lover’s mouth with his own to keep Gurvelon’s scream of pleasure from awaking the entire camp.
Gurvelon’s fingers clawed at Caladir’s back as he wailed his delight into the mouth that held his captive. How he loved feeling his lover’s great long shaft inside of him, sliding nearly all the way out, then slamming back in, hitting his prostate with every thrust. He wrapped his legs tighter around Caladir’s waist, pulling him deeper in. His body exploded with lightening and his heart sang with love for the only elf he would ever love, for all eternity.
Caladir thrust again and again. Oh, how he loved his precious little mate. He could feel Gurvelon’s pleasure as pulsating muscles caressed his shaft. So good, always so good. Thrusting harder, deeper, faster, his heart sang in answer to the love flowing around him, embracing him. Their bond sizzling around them, Gurvelon finally came, his seed pulsing out between them, his throbbing channel milking Caladir’s essence, drawing it into his core, as they screamed the completion of their union into each others mouths.
Caladir rolled them on their sides, still remaining inside his love. “Oh, my strong little heart, I love you, forever.”
“I love you forever, my light.”
Tbc…..
Note on the meaning of names used:
Caladir – Man of light.
Gurvelon – Strong heart/counsel.
Author: Aglarien
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Caladir/Gurvelon (OMCs)
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. Except for the cat.
Warning: AU.
Archive: Glorfindel of Imladris, AFF, Melethryn, OEAM
Summary: Erestor wakes.
Part 17
Dawn had not yet begun to roll back the darkness. Elrond and Nestoron were carefully checking Erestor’s bandages and the wounds beneath, when Erestor suddenly stirred and uttered a moan so pitiful that the eyes of the three other elves filled with tears. Tinnu immediately sat up, gently licked the face of his beloved master, and softly mewed.
Glorfindel looked to Elrond with panic filled eyes, as Elrond silently motioned for him to speak to Erestor. “Erestor, my love, its all right now. You’re safe in my arms again, beloved. Elrond is here and he will make you well.”
“Glor…hurt…” Erestor moaned.
Nestoron had already prepared a tincture of herbs, waiting for this moment. He quickly added warm water to it and brought the cup to Erestor’s side. The herbs would stimulate Erestor’s healing as well as help dull his pain. The healer also knew Erestor would be extremely thirsty as the result of his wound and blood loss.
“Erestor, listen to me. It is I, Elrond. Glorfindel and I are going to raise you just a little so you can drink. Try to open your eyes for us, my friend.” They gently raised Erestor. Taking the cup from Nestoron, Elrond placed it to his friend’s lips. “Erestor, try to drink now.” Once he managed to get Erestor to take the first sip, the cup was quickly emptied.
“Would you like more?” Elrond asked.
Erestor finally opened his eyes and nodded to Elrond, but his eyes focused in on Glorfindel. The cup was quickly refilled and emptied.
Gently, they laid him back down. Erestor uttered a relieved sigh, then spoke, shakily. “How….bad?”
“The wound is deep, my friend,” Elrond replied. “The blade was deflected by your breast plate, and so missed any vital organ, but you have lost a lot of blood. That will delay your wound healing, and we will not move you until it begins to mend and you are stronger. We will give you potions to help replace your fluids and stimulate the healing, and you must drink them all. You will be well again, my friend.”
Erestor briefly moved his eyes to Elrond and ever so slightly nodded his head. Elrond was pleased with his response, and gave his friend a gentle smile, squeezing a hand.
Erestor returned his eyes to Glorfindel. “Glor…battle?”
“The Orcs are all dead, sweetheart. Not one of our number was lost. All three Orc bands were destroyed, and Imladris and our borders are safe.” Glorfindel placed a soft kiss on Erestor’s brow. “I was so afraid I would lose you, my heart,” he whispered. “Never leave me, Erestor. I love you so very much.”
Erestor settled his head on Glorfindel’s chest, and drew his husband’s arm over his chest, holding it against him. “Could feel you…hear you...calling me… kept me here… love you,” and promptly fell asleep.
“Glorfindel,” Elrond said, “you should rest now too. I will be right here watching over him. We must wake him again in an hour to drink more. Rest now.” Glorfindel settled down next to his beloved, enfolding him in his arms, and Elrond drew the bed covers snuggly around them. “Come, Tinnu, you still need to keep Erestor warm.” And Tinnu settled down once again along Erestor’s wounded side.
Elrond sent Nestoron to rest, and settled down in his chair to watch over his friends.
~ ~ ~ ~
Hardened warrior that he was, Caladir awoke before dawn. His beautiful Gurvelon was snuggled in his arms. He loved this time of the day, when he was awake and could simply hold his little love and watch him sleep. A smile graced his face when he remembered mornings where watching was not enough and he coaxed his lover awake, usually by instigating the preludes to passionate lovemaking.
Caladir was as fair as all other elves, and perhaps a little taller. Like all warriors skilled in centuries of swordplay, his arms and chest were heavily muscled. His long dark hair was usually kept braided for battle; the exception being when Gurvelon got his long fingers wrapped in it and draped it over himself like a blanket, as it was now.
Their loving last night had been soft and slow and sweet; a confirmation of their love and that they had both survived. Gurvelon had been deeply comforted by it, which was exactly what Caladir had been aiming for. In the many long centuries since their mating, their passion and lust for each other had never waned, however, and was usually hidden just below the surface, ready to leap into flame when they were together.
Caladir slowly moved his lips along his lover’s neck, softly licked along a perfectly pointed ear, and suckled the tip into his mouth.
Gurvelon moaned and instantly awoke – and was instantly hard. Grinning into the muscled chest, he moved his head slightly, located a nipple and began to lightly nip and lick the hard nub.
Caladir groaned and moved his lips to gently nip on the neck below him, at the same time sliding his little lover beneath him.
Gurvelon loved feeling his strong warrior on top of him. He always had. It made him feel so safe, and oh so loved. Wrapping his lithe arms and legs around his beloved, he whispered, “Kiss me, my love.” Caladir’s mouth covered his, tongues reaching for their mate, beginning their enticing dance. The little scribe arched his hips up and managed to free his mouth enough to groan, “Want you. Now.”
Caladir mumbled into his lover’s mouth. “Won’t hurt you. Need to prepare...”
“Still ready from before. Now. Please.” Gurvelon thrust his tongue back into Caladir’s mouth, mimicking the action he wanted, thrusting in and out.
The warrior groaned and moved a hand to gently squeeze the firm buttocks. Placing a finger at Gurvelon’s entrance, he gently pushed, and found his lover still moist and slick from the night before.
Gurvelon bucked down on the finger and moaned. “Oh, please..now..my love..please.”
Caladir gently removed his finger. Moving his hand to his own hard and leaking member, he quickly his spread the pre-ejaculate down his shaft. Easily lifting his little husband, he positioned his member at the entrance, and thrust hard, knowing how Gurvelon loved it when he did that. He quickly covered his lover’s mouth with his own to keep Gurvelon’s scream of pleasure from awaking the entire camp.
Gurvelon’s fingers clawed at Caladir’s back as he wailed his delight into the mouth that held his captive. How he loved feeling his lover’s great long shaft inside of him, sliding nearly all the way out, then slamming back in, hitting his prostate with every thrust. He wrapped his legs tighter around Caladir’s waist, pulling him deeper in. His body exploded with lightening and his heart sang with love for the only elf he would ever love, for all eternity.
Caladir thrust again and again. Oh, how he loved his precious little mate. He could feel Gurvelon’s pleasure as pulsating muscles caressed his shaft. So good, always so good. Thrusting harder, deeper, faster, his heart sang in answer to the love flowing around him, embracing him. Their bond sizzling around them, Gurvelon finally came, his seed pulsing out between them, his throbbing channel milking Caladir’s essence, drawing it into his core, as they screamed the completion of their union into each others mouths.
Caladir rolled them on their sides, still remaining inside his love. “Oh, my strong little heart, I love you, forever.”
“I love you forever, my light.”
Tbc…..
Note on the meaning of names used:
Caladir – Man of light.
Gurvelon – Strong heart/counsel.