Cinderestor

Title: Cinderestor
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Beta: Books
Chapter: Epilogue (The End)
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17 for adult themes
Warnings: Slash (male elf loving male elf), implied torture, gruesome death
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: A dark!Cinderella inspired story featuring Erestor and Glorfindel.
A/N: This particular chapter was inspired by a particularly gruesome Japanese Cinderella Story. I cannot remember the name of it, but I read it in seventh grade. I still have nightmares about it. Beware the ravens.

Erestor once again stood in front of the double doors leading into the ballroom of the House of the Golden Flower. In an echo of past gestures, he fidgeted with his mask to make sure it was till in place over the scarred half of his face. He drew in a shaky breath, nervous for the coming ceremony.

Today was his bonding day.

The trumpet sounded, signaling his entrance. Erestor bolstered his courage with a crooked smile to his Godfather, Gandalf. The old man smiled back, his eyes twinkling madly. Together they moved down the aisle way to where Glorfindel stood at the dais. Erestor passed many rows of elves, most of which he did not know. However, they all smiled encouragingly at him giving Erestor’s faltering steps renewed strength. He cringed slightly as he approached the front row, not because of Glorfindel’s parents who loved the dark elf dearly, but because of the scowls he received from the bound and gagged trio that had once been his step-family. Erestor had insisted that they be present for his bonding, and despite his nerves, he was determined to have his revenge however simple it was.

Glorfindel reached his hand out and caught Erestor’s, gently pulling the smaller elf towards him for a kiss he could not resist. Several elves in the audience laughed at Glorfindel’s eagerness, and many a maiden shed a tear at the love they saw between the two elves upon the dais.

Glorfindel finally released Erestor and the two elves turned to face Gandalf, who was also officiating. He started the ceremony, binding Erestor and Glorfindel’s hands with braided cords of black and gold. Looking into each other’s eyes, the two lovers barely noticed the pomp and circumstance going on around them. They repeated their vows without really noticing what they were saying, only registering the deep affection in the other’s eyes. They finally came to the present when Gandalf said the final words of the ceremony, “May the Valar bless this union.”

Glorfindel once again pulled Erestor close for an excited kiss, but a warm breeze whipping around hair, clothes and banners startled him from his mission.

“The Valar do indeed bless this union,” came a voice made of milk and honey from the center of the aisle. Heads snapped around to face the vision in sky blue silk that commanded the attention of the entire room. Slowly the figure came forward to stand in front of the newly bound couple, and he clasped his long, perfect fingers over the bound hands of Glorfindel and Erestor.

Gandalf smiled hugely, and stepped back. “Welcome, Lord Irmo.”

Irmo nodded in acknowledgement of Gandalf’s greeting.

“You have proven that your love can overcome even the most…” the Lord paused briefly and lifted a hand to touch Erestor’s mask, “…painful of obstacles. To honor your commitment to each other, we have decided to grant you one wish.”

Glorfindel opened his mouth, but he was silenced by a look from Erestor. The dark elf settled his one-eyed brown gaze on his step-family, still glaring daggers in his direction.

“I do not want to waste this chance on simple vanity,” Erestor told Glorfindel, who also reached up to touch the mask. “If you would allow it, my love, I would ask that my family be allowed to truly understand what it is they did to me.” Irmo frowned slightly, but Erestor continued, “I do not want revenge. I just want them to understand that what they did was wrong. I want them to understand, and I want them to change. I do not know how that would be accomplished, but that is what I desire.”

Glorfindel considered the request. “I would allow this, my sweet.” He reached over their bound hands to place a gentle kiss on petal soft lips.

Irmo nodded once, and released the hands he held. He turned to the trio of elves in the front row, none of which seemed the least bit repentant.

A blink was all it took for a second figure as ethereal as the first to appear.

“Brother Namo,” greeted Irmo.

The Vala of Death nodded in greeting, and he descended the short steps to stand in front of the now doomed elves. “You have been slated for judgment, and your deeds have proven you….less than desirable.” He paused and ran a pale hand over the hair of a now quivering Celairion. “You will find your redemption in my Halls, but only after much anguish on your parts.” With those words, Namo gestured to the air.

A flock of ravens appeared through the open balcony windows, swarming the three elves in front of the Vala. Not a lock of hair nor a stitch of cloth could be seen through the thick curtain of black wings. No screams were released from the bound elves as they had been gagged, and the pool of blood slowly spreading across the floor only seemed that much for ghastly for it. As suddenly as the ravens appeared they scattered, leaving nothing more than a cooling crimson pool on the marble floor of the ballroom.

Glorfindel held Erestor’s trembling form close as they looked on, wishing that he could spare his new husband this sight.

The last of the ravens disappeared, and Namo turned to Erestor. “It is done. They will find redemption in my Halls.” Erestor simply nodded shakily.

The two Vala left in another warm breeze, and the elves in the room stood silently for several moments.

“Well,” commented Gandalf. “I think we should retire to the gardens for a little party, eh?”

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Erestor and Glorfindel lay front to front on Glorfindel’s luxurious bed. Tonight would be the first night they shared anything more than a passionate kiss or gentle caress. Hesitantly, they unclothed each other. Trembling hands smoothed over quivering skin. Unsure moans and stuttering gasps filled the air.

“Glorfindel,” Erestor moaned as the Lord massaged his buttocks. Slowly, the blond rolled until Erestor lay on top of him. Erestor look at him in confusion.

“I want you to be the one in charge. I could not bare to harm you in any way.”

“Oh…” a tear traced its way down the dark elf’s cheek and he smiled warmly. Erestor’s hand grasped the sweet oil that was laying on the coverlet. He poured a stream of the cool liquid down Glorfindel’s straining erection and smoothed it over the satiny skin. Glorfindel anxiously tried to remain as still as possible, wanting his husband to be in control over every aspect of their first time together.

The Lord strained his legs to part them for Erestor. However, Erestor did not move to sit between the parted thighs, instead, he remained seated on Glorfindel’s lap. The dark elf smiled in a sultry manner, lifted himself up, and impaled himself on Glorfindel’s cock.
Glorfindel’s hands slammed onto the bed and twisted into the sheets. The tight squeeze of Erestor’s unprepared passage made him scream in pleasure.

“Oh, oh, fuck Erestor!” Glorfindel opened his eyes to look into the darkened chocolate of Erestor’s remaining eye. The smaller elf smiled in triumph.

“Did I surprise you?” he gasped as he started to ride his husband.

Glorfindel stopped the gyrating elf above him with a gentle grip on his hips. “I am not hurting you, am I?” he asked concernedly.

“Nay, my love. I spent most of my life as a private whore for Celairion. Nothing you could do would harm me.” He traced the line of Glorfindel’s lips and smiled happily.

The golden elf reached up and pulled the raven head down for a passionate kiss. “You are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on,” the Lord whispered into Erestor’s ear after he released the bruised lips.

Tears ran down both their faces as they rocked together, finally finding peace within each other’s arms.