A Planned Event

Chapter 5
 
 
“Please, rise,” Gil-Galad touched the top of Erestor’s head adding, “I accept your allegiance.”
 
Erestor did as was told. Gil-Galad then came to look upon the babe in Meriliel’s arms. “My how he has grown,” smiled the king. “Does he have a name yet?”
 
Meriliel looked towards Erestor for help on this subject. “Molnenion,” whispered Erestor sadly. “Quenyan,” stated Cirdan to no one in particular.

Gil-Galad just nodded and looked out the window at the encroaching sunset. The orange hue leant a glow to everything that touched the water.
 
“Tis a wondrous view,” uttered the king wistfully. There was sadness to the king’s speech. It was the weight of his new duties. They wore heavy upon his ample shoulders.
 
“Well, I shall take my leave of you, I am weary and must retire soon. If you need anything at all, do not hesitate to ask for it.” Replied the king as he bid his farewell, with Cirdan doing the same. Erestor bowed elegantly as they left.
 
Erestor began to explore his new home with Meriliel’s urgings of course. Together they would walk to the markets and to the docks. Meriliel even brought them to her home on occasion. Erestor, with his son draped in a sling across his chest, became a recurring site to all. The babe was growing and now became more and more aware of his world and each day advanced only as Elven children did, so as they could run and sing by the time that their first birthing year ended.
 
On one of their walks, Erestor turned to his friend, “Who pays for my lodging?
 
“Why I suppose the king does.” She shrugged her shoulders. They stayed quiet for some time after that.

“May I bring Nenion to your home each day so that I may practice my craft?” He looked with longing into Meriliel’s eyes.
 
“Bring him by after morning chores, and I will gladly look after him for you.” She smiled back.
 
“Thank you,” Erestor inclined his head in respect to her.
 
Many months passed and so habit became routine… after morning meal and chores, Erestor and a now walking Nenion would travel the small distance to Laegon and Meriliel’s house where his son would spend the afternoon. Here he would play and be shown the beginnings of learning. He loved the healer’s wife as he would another parent, and she felt the same for him.
 
Erestor would use this time to practice his dancing, he easily fell back into shape again and since his son was now weaned, his breasts were once more as any other males. His light muscle tone easily returned, as did the smooth, flat stomach. Being the height of most maidens, which made him at least six inches to a foot shorter than most males, Erestor stood out for this as well as for his beauty.
 
The day of a big feast arrived. It was Gil-Galad’s begetting day. There was free food and drink for all who so wished it. Many came and offered small gifts to their king, who graciously accepted all. As night fell, musicians played and songs were sung. Erestor had asked the musicians to play a medium tempo beat with drums and flute only. He then removed his tunic and pants and stood only in a small skirt that had a matching sash that gathered under his groin and tied about his waist in red, with the small yellow skirt barely covering his hips. His shape was both curved and yet masculine. He wore his hair half back and entwined in a circlet of ribbons wrapped around softened twigs, while the rest fell straight down to brush the small of his back. His feet were bare for he needed no other adornment. At his nod the music began to play. Erestor then stepped out from behind the musicians and walked foot over foot towards the dais whereupon sat the High King. His lieutenants, advisors and Cirdan sat near him and all fell silent at this creature sauntering towards them.
 
Bowing before the king, Erestor spoke, “My King Geel-Galad,” he uttered in that strange accent of his, “my gift to you is my dance.” The king nodded blankly as all watched Erestor as he began to move about the room, he seem to float on air, his hips and arms sensually spun and gyrated across the hall, until it finished with him doing a very slow back flip that ended in a split along the tiled floor in front of the king.
 
Breathing heavily and his chest sweating with the effort, Erestor waited for some kind of sign from the king. There was naught a sound in the great hall. Suddenly Gil-Galad stood and walked over to Erestor and extended his hand. Erestor took it and was pulled up to his feet. “Thank you,” was all Gil-Galad could think to say as Cirdan started the applause. Blushing, Erestor turned to leave, and upon reaching his clothes, he found himself stopped by a strong hand on his shoulder. Turning with a snarl, Erestor stopped upon seeing it was the king.
 
“Peace, Erestor, I… um… would you meet with me in my private chambers for a glass of wine?” Gil asked with a blush into impossibly dark eyes.
 
Erestor smiled then nodded and allowed himself to be led to the king’s chambers. Cirdan watched with uncertainty as the two went towards the king’s rooms.
 
Upon entering the king’s sitting room, Gil-Galad poured the wine for two. Handing a goblet to Erestor, he looked deeply into Erestor’s eyes. “However did you learn to dance like that?”
 
“Ondolindë.”
 
“It was quite… stunning.”
 
“Thank you my king.” Erestor bowed his head and hooded eyes came back to stare into the blue ones of the king.
 
Gil-Galad put his goblet down and moved slightly closer to this alluring one before him. He reached up to run his fingers through silken hair. Erestor pressed closer. Gil-Galad breathed in deeply of the sweet scent of Erestor’s hair. “I wish …” sighed the king as he closed his eyes a moment.
 
“You wish … what my lord?” breathed Erestor lightly against the king’s neck.
 
“I wish to kiss you.” Gil said as he lowered his head.
 
“Then do so my king.” Erestor whispered seductively.
 
Lips descended upon Erestor’s lightly at first, but nothing this king did was subdued and soon Erestor found his lips being forcefully opened to a very convincing tongue. Large hands ran down his back to cup his soft buttocks as he found himself flush against the king’s body, the royal arousal was hard and pulsating against Erestor’s stomach. He found his neck being licked and suckled upon. “I wish to love you, will you let me?” asked Gil-Galad, ever a proper Elf.
 
“A king can love where he wishes,” moaned Erestor skillfully as he rubbed against the king’s hardness.
 
“But how? As a maiden do I lay with you or as a male?” Gil suckled an earlobe.
 
“As a male my lord,” whimpered Erestor as his own hands reached beneath the king’s shirt to rub hardening nipples.
 
“Oh, yes,” murmured the king as he began to take off his clothes.
 
Somehow they ended up on the furs before the fireplace, the king naked and glorious, pulled at the sash around Erestor’s waist. “Let me my king,” purred Erestor.
 
“Let me see you,” whispered Gil-Galad lustily.
 
Erestor did not disappoint. Pulling the sash away, he gracefully and sensually spread his legs, slender feet and toes pointed outward as he exposed himself completely to the king’s gaze. “By the Valar,” Gil breathed heavily as pre-cum began to leak steadily from his aching member.
 
This was one of the most erotic sights that the king had ever seen, this Elf that offered his body completely to him. His eyes then went to the pink puckered opening below and he was lost. Groaning, he went looking for something to use as oil, and upon only finding lamp oil, he reached his fingers inside the lamp, pulling them out covered and dripping with the viscous fluid as he generously coated his weeping member. Lining his dripping cock against that waiting entrance he paused until he saw the faint nod from Erestor to continue. Pushing steadily and slowly, he did not let up until he felt the guardian ring give way… and with a cry, Erestor impaled himself upon the royal elfhood fully.

Gil-Galad let out a loud groan as he began to move. With practiced proficiency, Erestor moved and writhed under Gil-Galad, skillfully using his muscles to squeeze the orgasm right out of the king. Gil-Galad let out an impressive yell and came in long, hard bursts of seed, deep inside of Erestor’s tight passage. Erestor pulled the king down for another kiss and orgasmed despite himself due to pressure from the sheer size of the king’s cock against his prostate. Being ever the caring Elf, Gil leaned back and kissed Erestor’s forehead sweetly. “You did not find release?”
 
“I did my lord, though I have nothing to release.” Stated Erestor truthfully.
 
“Amazing,” commented Gil as he began to drift into sleep.
 
“My king?”
 
“Hmnn?”
 
“May I ask something of you?”
 
“Anything.”
 
“Will you provide protection to my son and allow him to learn as any lord’s son would be entitled to?”
 
“Is that all?” smiled Gil. “Consider it done.”
 
Erestor smiled inwardly. He wished Molnenion to have every chance a lord would have in life…even a lord born a bastard unto a slave.
 
 
TBC…..

 
 
Molnenion- son of slave and water (Quenyan)
Laegon- sharp one
Meriliel- daughter of rose
Ondolindë- Quenyan for Gondolin