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chapter 18
Title: Enough for Tonight (18/22)
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
Part 18
Elrond and Glorfindel continued to wake Erestor every hour throughout the night to make him drink more of the potion. Each time Erestor immediately fell back asleep.
“Why is he not staying awake, Elrond?” Glorfindel asked, looking worriedly at his friend.
“His body is demanding the sleep, my friend. It is exactly what I want him to do right now. The herbs are aiding in that. Hopefully when he wakes for longer, his pain will be less.”
Elrond straightened the bedcovers around Erestor again, and absentmindedly stroked Tinnu’s soft fur.
~ ~ ~
When dawn had broken, Caladir and Gurvelon located a small spring and quickly bathed themselves. Hurriedly dressing, they gathered their bedrolls and pillows and rejoined the rest of the camp to help with the remaining work.
The warriors could not resist teasing the pair.
“Well, good morning, nice of you to join us again, Captain Caladir! Have a good night?”
“Sleep well, Caladir?”
“Odd, he doesn’t look that rested!”
“Good morn, fair Gurvelon. I hope our captain took good care of you last night.”
Gurvelon blushed a lovely shade of rose, but Caladir simply smirked. “Come on, you lot, there’s work to do! Get your behinds up and moving!”
More tents were quickly erected. There were several large tents that could hold at least fifty elves each and would be used for sleeping. Two large open tents for food preparation and cooking were quickly taken over by the cooks and their assistants. Several small tents were set discretely apart from the rest and would be used as private quarters by mated couples, Caladir and Gurvelon included.
Elrohir, Caladir and Gurvelon gathered food for breakfast, and tray-laden, set out for Erestor’s tent. Quietly entering the tent, Elrohir whispered to his father, “Ada, we have brought breakfast for everyone.
Elrond beckoned for them to enter. Glorfindel was awake, and smiled at his friends. “Good morning, my friends. Caladir, how fare our warriors?” Glorfindel quietly asked.
“All well, Glorfindel. They are just finishing setting up the camp. But they anxiously await for word of Erestor, and you.”
While they were softly speaking, so as not to wake Erestor, Gurvelon had walked around to the other side of Erestor’s bed. Kneeling, he gently took one of Erestor’s hands and began stroking it. Chocolate eyes had suddenly opened to gaze into compassion filled green ones.
“Velon?”
All eyes in the room turned to watch the two slight elves.
“Aye, Erestor, I am here. We have all been so worried about you. We are lost without you, dear friend.” Gurvelon gently raised Erestor’s hand and placed a soft kiss on the back.
“Who is in charge?” Erestor’s voice was still weak.
“Melpomean has taken charge of the scribes, as I insisted on coming here. He will take care of everything properly.”
Erestor nodded. “Mel and you fought?”
“Aye, both of us. Mel was in the house with Lindir when the second attack came. He fought bravely. It is good you trained him yourself with the knives. He killed two Orcs all by himself!”
Erestor gripped Gurvelon’s hand, but turned to Glorfindel. “Kiss”. Glorfindel bent down and placed a sweet, long kiss on Erestor’s lips. “Love you…go see your men. Velon will stay with me.”
Glorfindel smiled at Erestor, and nodded. He understood exactly what Erestor was saying. It was important that he go and reassure the men that Erestor would live and they were not about to lose Glorfindel from grief. “Aye, love. Would you like to sit up a little first? Are you hungry? Maybe Gurvelon could help you eat something while he talks?”
Erestor nodded, so Glorfindel and the little scribe gently helped him sit, piling a mound of pillows behind him to rest on.
“Our bed?” Erestor asked.
“We brought it with us for you, Erestor. We wanted you to be comfortable.” Elrohir grinned.
Erestor gave Elrohir a small smile, mouthing “thank you” to his friend.
Glorfindel sweetly kissed Erestor once again, and whispered, “I’ll be back quickly, sweetheart. I love you.”
Gurvelon brought a bowl of warm, sweet porridge for Erestor, and sat down next to him in Glorfindel’s place, as Glorfindel quickly dressed and prepared to leave with Caladir. Glorfindel picked up Tinnu on the way out, telling the cat to find his breakfast, either on his own or from the cooks, but to stay close to the camp where he was safe.
Elrond and Nestoron settled down with their own breakfast, glad of Gurvelon’s company for Erestor. Carefully feeding Erestor the porridge, the scribe told Erestor and Elrond everything that had gone on in Imladris, with Nestoron adding details here and there.
Glorfindel was amazed at the changes in the camp. It had become a small city! He walked among the warriors and the others for a little while, assuring them that Erestor would recover. It would hopefully not be many days before they could return to Imladris.
But his heart was tugging him back to the tent. After thanking the warriors for committing themselves to staying, and thanking the others for bringing them all the supplies, he quickly returned to Erestor’s side, accompanied by Elrohir and Caladir.
Erestor had finished his breakfast and was once again asleep when the three elves returned to the tent. Gurvelon joined his husband and they sat with Elrohir and Glorfindel to take their own breakfast.
“Elrond, is Erestor out of danger now?” Glorfindel asked. “Please, I need the truth.”
“Aye, Glorfindel, I truly believe he is, thanks to you, my friend.” Elrond responded. “We hope that over the next few days, the wound will heal enough to move him home. I’m afraid the pain would be tremendous without the herbs we’re giving him now, though. I just wish there was a way to speed the healing.”
“Maybe there is, my Lord.” Nestoron interjected. “Would you join me for a moment in the other room?”
Glorfindel raised his eyebrows in question as he watched the healers leave them.
“Glorfindel, patience my friend.” Caladir patted his shoulder.
“Never was any good with that.” Glorfindel responded. The four waited in silence.
The healers returned a few moments later. “Elrohir…. my friends,” Elrond said to the waiting elves, “would you allow us to speak with Glorfindel alone?” The others immediately nodded and rose to leave.
Nestoron spoke softly to Glorfindel. “Glorfindel, there is something we have witnessed as healers that is unique to elves. There is often remarkable healing than can occur from the intimate joining of two elves, whose bonding is especially blessed by the Valar. There is a force that often occurs when these elves join. It doesn’t happen with all elves. Caladir and Gurvelon are two such elves. I witnessed a remarkable healing in Caladir of a wound he had received. Your shoulder healing was remarkable, even for you. I believe that you and Erestor are two that have such a bond. Do you understand what I am saying?”
Glorfindel slowly nodded. “Aye, I felt that force with Erestor. But how can I? He is so wounded, it would hurt him! I cannot!”
Elrond placed his hand on Glorfindel’s shoulder. “I know not, my friend. That we would have to leave with you and Erestor. But know this, Glorfindel. I trust you implicitly not to hurt him, but to help him.”
Glorfindel took a deep breath. “I will try. Should I try to wake him and tell him?”
Elrond and Nestoron nodded. “I think that would be for the best.” Elrond said. “We will leave you now, and spend the morning with the rest of our people. No one will disturb you.”
After the healers left, Glorfindel sat and thought for several long minutes. Finally rising, he quietly removed his clothing and carefully slid into the bed next to Erestor. He carefully pulled him into his arms.
“Erestor, my love, can you hear me?” he whispered into his beloved ear, while slowly stroking his arm.
“Hmmm..aye, love.”
“Sweetheart, Elrond and Nestoron say if we can join…if I can make love to you…it would help you heal. But I am so afraid of hurting you.”
“You...never hurt me. Could not. Trust you….love you.”
“Would you like us to do this, beloved? I need you to tell me if you want this.”
“Aye. Love me. Want you to. Kiss me?”
Glorfindel lowered his head and gently kissed his mate. Remarkably, Erestor opened to him, and his tongue searched for Glorfindel’s, deepening the kiss.
“My love, we have to do this very carefully. I have thought of a way it might work. You must remain very still so your wound does not open. If you let me place you on your stomach, I will take you very gently.”
Erestor nodded. Glorfindel moved back the bedcovers and arranged pillows. Rolling Erestor gently onto the pillows on his stomach, he asked, “Is this all right my love? Do you hurt anywhere?”
Erestor sighed, and said, “It is good, love.”
Reaching for a vial of oil, Glorfindel very carefully and lovingly prepared his beloved, and then himself. He was amazed he had no problem becoming incredible hard while preparing Erestor. He had been afraid that the worry of hurting him might be a problem.
Although Erestor had lain compliant while Glorfindel was preparing him, he wanted Glorfindel to take him so very much. He had grown so aroused he could almost forget his wound. But he knew if he moved, the pain would return.
Stretching out over his beloved, Glorfindel supported himself on the palms of his hand, one on either side of Erestor. “Are you ready, my sweet one?”
“Take me, my love. Want you now.”
Lifting a hand to guide himself, Glorfindel slowly entered his beloved mate, then slowly withdrew, and entered again. He would not thrust.
Suddenly he remembered the experience Erestor had given him during their second bath. That would work, he was sure of it.
Leaning his head down to Erestor’s, he began to whisper in his ear, occasionally leaving off to lick at the tip. “Do you feel me in you, sweetheart? Oh, you feel so good, so warm, so tight around me. Do you feel me move in...and out…and in…and out….mmm….so good.” Glorfindel adjusted his angle slightly, searching for the spot...and knew he found it when Erestor moaned.
Pressing the tip of his penis against Erestor’s prostate, gently withdrawing slightly again, pressing against it again. Erestor began to pant and moan louder.
“Does that feel good, baby. Am I making it good for you? Oh, I want to make you come so hard. I’m going to make you come…Oh you’re so good. You feel so good. Come for me baby. Show me how much you love me.”
And with a long groan, Erestor did. His muscles convulsed around Glorfindel’s cock, and Glorfindel came, sobbing Erestor’s name from the intensity.
“Oh, Erestor, I love you so, my sweet, sweet, husband.”
~ ~ ~ ~
Elrond and Nestoron silently entered the tent some time later, and gazed at the two lovers, Glorfindel wrapped around his lover, protectively. The two healers looked at each other, grinned, glanced once more at the glowing bodies, and left.
Tbc…
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
Part 18
Elrond and Glorfindel continued to wake Erestor every hour throughout the night to make him drink more of the potion. Each time Erestor immediately fell back asleep.
“Why is he not staying awake, Elrond?” Glorfindel asked, looking worriedly at his friend.
“His body is demanding the sleep, my friend. It is exactly what I want him to do right now. The herbs are aiding in that. Hopefully when he wakes for longer, his pain will be less.”
Elrond straightened the bedcovers around Erestor again, and absentmindedly stroked Tinnu’s soft fur.
~ ~ ~
When dawn had broken, Caladir and Gurvelon located a small spring and quickly bathed themselves. Hurriedly dressing, they gathered their bedrolls and pillows and rejoined the rest of the camp to help with the remaining work.
The warriors could not resist teasing the pair.
“Well, good morning, nice of you to join us again, Captain Caladir! Have a good night?”
“Sleep well, Caladir?”
“Odd, he doesn’t look that rested!”
“Good morn, fair Gurvelon. I hope our captain took good care of you last night.”
Gurvelon blushed a lovely shade of rose, but Caladir simply smirked. “Come on, you lot, there’s work to do! Get your behinds up and moving!”
More tents were quickly erected. There were several large tents that could hold at least fifty elves each and would be used for sleeping. Two large open tents for food preparation and cooking were quickly taken over by the cooks and their assistants. Several small tents were set discretely apart from the rest and would be used as private quarters by mated couples, Caladir and Gurvelon included.
Elrohir, Caladir and Gurvelon gathered food for breakfast, and tray-laden, set out for Erestor’s tent. Quietly entering the tent, Elrohir whispered to his father, “Ada, we have brought breakfast for everyone.
Elrond beckoned for them to enter. Glorfindel was awake, and smiled at his friends. “Good morning, my friends. Caladir, how fare our warriors?” Glorfindel quietly asked.
“All well, Glorfindel. They are just finishing setting up the camp. But they anxiously await for word of Erestor, and you.”
While they were softly speaking, so as not to wake Erestor, Gurvelon had walked around to the other side of Erestor’s bed. Kneeling, he gently took one of Erestor’s hands and began stroking it. Chocolate eyes had suddenly opened to gaze into compassion filled green ones.
“Velon?”
All eyes in the room turned to watch the two slight elves.
“Aye, Erestor, I am here. We have all been so worried about you. We are lost without you, dear friend.” Gurvelon gently raised Erestor’s hand and placed a soft kiss on the back.
“Who is in charge?” Erestor’s voice was still weak.
“Melpomean has taken charge of the scribes, as I insisted on coming here. He will take care of everything properly.”
Erestor nodded. “Mel and you fought?”
“Aye, both of us. Mel was in the house with Lindir when the second attack came. He fought bravely. It is good you trained him yourself with the knives. He killed two Orcs all by himself!”
Erestor gripped Gurvelon’s hand, but turned to Glorfindel. “Kiss”. Glorfindel bent down and placed a sweet, long kiss on Erestor’s lips. “Love you…go see your men. Velon will stay with me.”
Glorfindel smiled at Erestor, and nodded. He understood exactly what Erestor was saying. It was important that he go and reassure the men that Erestor would live and they were not about to lose Glorfindel from grief. “Aye, love. Would you like to sit up a little first? Are you hungry? Maybe Gurvelon could help you eat something while he talks?”
Erestor nodded, so Glorfindel and the little scribe gently helped him sit, piling a mound of pillows behind him to rest on.
“Our bed?” Erestor asked.
“We brought it with us for you, Erestor. We wanted you to be comfortable.” Elrohir grinned.
Erestor gave Elrohir a small smile, mouthing “thank you” to his friend.
Glorfindel sweetly kissed Erestor once again, and whispered, “I’ll be back quickly, sweetheart. I love you.”
Gurvelon brought a bowl of warm, sweet porridge for Erestor, and sat down next to him in Glorfindel’s place, as Glorfindel quickly dressed and prepared to leave with Caladir. Glorfindel picked up Tinnu on the way out, telling the cat to find his breakfast, either on his own or from the cooks, but to stay close to the camp where he was safe.
Elrond and Nestoron settled down with their own breakfast, glad of Gurvelon’s company for Erestor. Carefully feeding Erestor the porridge, the scribe told Erestor and Elrond everything that had gone on in Imladris, with Nestoron adding details here and there.
Glorfindel was amazed at the changes in the camp. It had become a small city! He walked among the warriors and the others for a little while, assuring them that Erestor would recover. It would hopefully not be many days before they could return to Imladris.
But his heart was tugging him back to the tent. After thanking the warriors for committing themselves to staying, and thanking the others for bringing them all the supplies, he quickly returned to Erestor’s side, accompanied by Elrohir and Caladir.
Erestor had finished his breakfast and was once again asleep when the three elves returned to the tent. Gurvelon joined his husband and they sat with Elrohir and Glorfindel to take their own breakfast.
“Elrond, is Erestor out of danger now?” Glorfindel asked. “Please, I need the truth.”
“Aye, Glorfindel, I truly believe he is, thanks to you, my friend.” Elrond responded. “We hope that over the next few days, the wound will heal enough to move him home. I’m afraid the pain would be tremendous without the herbs we’re giving him now, though. I just wish there was a way to speed the healing.”
“Maybe there is, my Lord.” Nestoron interjected. “Would you join me for a moment in the other room?”
Glorfindel raised his eyebrows in question as he watched the healers leave them.
“Glorfindel, patience my friend.” Caladir patted his shoulder.
“Never was any good with that.” Glorfindel responded. The four waited in silence.
The healers returned a few moments later. “Elrohir…. my friends,” Elrond said to the waiting elves, “would you allow us to speak with Glorfindel alone?” The others immediately nodded and rose to leave.
Nestoron spoke softly to Glorfindel. “Glorfindel, there is something we have witnessed as healers that is unique to elves. There is often remarkable healing than can occur from the intimate joining of two elves, whose bonding is especially blessed by the Valar. There is a force that often occurs when these elves join. It doesn’t happen with all elves. Caladir and Gurvelon are two such elves. I witnessed a remarkable healing in Caladir of a wound he had received. Your shoulder healing was remarkable, even for you. I believe that you and Erestor are two that have such a bond. Do you understand what I am saying?”
Glorfindel slowly nodded. “Aye, I felt that force with Erestor. But how can I? He is so wounded, it would hurt him! I cannot!”
Elrond placed his hand on Glorfindel’s shoulder. “I know not, my friend. That we would have to leave with you and Erestor. But know this, Glorfindel. I trust you implicitly not to hurt him, but to help him.”
Glorfindel took a deep breath. “I will try. Should I try to wake him and tell him?”
Elrond and Nestoron nodded. “I think that would be for the best.” Elrond said. “We will leave you now, and spend the morning with the rest of our people. No one will disturb you.”
After the healers left, Glorfindel sat and thought for several long minutes. Finally rising, he quietly removed his clothing and carefully slid into the bed next to Erestor. He carefully pulled him into his arms.
“Erestor, my love, can you hear me?” he whispered into his beloved ear, while slowly stroking his arm.
“Hmmm..aye, love.”
“Sweetheart, Elrond and Nestoron say if we can join…if I can make love to you…it would help you heal. But I am so afraid of hurting you.”
“You...never hurt me. Could not. Trust you….love you.”
“Would you like us to do this, beloved? I need you to tell me if you want this.”
“Aye. Love me. Want you to. Kiss me?”
Glorfindel lowered his head and gently kissed his mate. Remarkably, Erestor opened to him, and his tongue searched for Glorfindel’s, deepening the kiss.
“My love, we have to do this very carefully. I have thought of a way it might work. You must remain very still so your wound does not open. If you let me place you on your stomach, I will take you very gently.”
Erestor nodded. Glorfindel moved back the bedcovers and arranged pillows. Rolling Erestor gently onto the pillows on his stomach, he asked, “Is this all right my love? Do you hurt anywhere?”
Erestor sighed, and said, “It is good, love.”
Reaching for a vial of oil, Glorfindel very carefully and lovingly prepared his beloved, and then himself. He was amazed he had no problem becoming incredible hard while preparing Erestor. He had been afraid that the worry of hurting him might be a problem.
Although Erestor had lain compliant while Glorfindel was preparing him, he wanted Glorfindel to take him so very much. He had grown so aroused he could almost forget his wound. But he knew if he moved, the pain would return.
Stretching out over his beloved, Glorfindel supported himself on the palms of his hand, one on either side of Erestor. “Are you ready, my sweet one?”
“Take me, my love. Want you now.”
Lifting a hand to guide himself, Glorfindel slowly entered his beloved mate, then slowly withdrew, and entered again. He would not thrust.
Suddenly he remembered the experience Erestor had given him during their second bath. That would work, he was sure of it.
Leaning his head down to Erestor’s, he began to whisper in his ear, occasionally leaving off to lick at the tip. “Do you feel me in you, sweetheart? Oh, you feel so good, so warm, so tight around me. Do you feel me move in...and out…and in…and out….mmm….so good.” Glorfindel adjusted his angle slightly, searching for the spot...and knew he found it when Erestor moaned.
Pressing the tip of his penis against Erestor’s prostate, gently withdrawing slightly again, pressing against it again. Erestor began to pant and moan louder.
“Does that feel good, baby. Am I making it good for you? Oh, I want to make you come so hard. I’m going to make you come…Oh you’re so good. You feel so good. Come for me baby. Show me how much you love me.”
And with a long groan, Erestor did. His muscles convulsed around Glorfindel’s cock, and Glorfindel came, sobbing Erestor’s name from the intensity.
“Oh, Erestor, I love you so, my sweet, sweet, husband.”
~ ~ ~ ~
Elrond and Nestoron silently entered the tent some time later, and gazed at the two lovers, Glorfindel wrapped around his lover, protectively. The two healers looked at each other, grinned, glanced once more at the glowing bodies, and left.
Tbc…