New Love

Part six:



The rest of the journey to Rivendell passed with no mishaps and a week later the three companions reached the Burien River and crossed the ford.



“I can not wait to sleep in a real bed.” Gondithen said.



“I can not wait to have a companion in my real bed.” Nórdithen said with a laugh.



“You would say something like that brother,”



“Of course and don’t you deny that you were thinking the same thing.” Nórdithen replied.



“What are you looking forward to, Galdor?” the twins asked.



“I am looking forward to getting this council over with and getting back to Mithlond.” Galdor said while looking straight ahead.



“Oh, anyone in particular you are missing in Mithlond?” Nórdithen said while he and his twin snickered.



“Oh do shut up, Nórdithen, I have had enough of your teasing during this trip. You know darn well why I wish to hurry home.”



“Who enters the realm of Lord Elrond?” A voice said from behind the trees ahead for them. A body showed itself a moment later as a blond haired elf stepped onto the path in front of them.



“I am Galdor, sent by my Lord Cirdan, to attend the council and these are my companions, the twins Nórdithen and Gondithen.”



“So you are Galdor, I have hear much about you from Cirdan and others. I am Glorfindel, captain of the guards here in Rivendell. I regret that I can not escort you to the Last Homely House, but I am off on an errand for Lord Elrond. If you follow this path you will find some of my guards up the ways a bit. They will take you the rest of the way.” Glorfindel gave a whistle and a huge white horse came from the forest where he had been hiding with his master.



“Come, Asfoloth, we have important business to attend to.” He said to the horse then to Galdor he said “I will see you before you go back to Mithlond, I wish to talk to you on matters concerning your lord.” Glorfindel noticed the look in Galdor’s eyes and added “it is nothing dire; do not fret so, Galdor.”



Glorfindel pressed his hand against his chest and bowed low then jumped on to Asfoloth's back and with a call of Namarie, rode off.



Galdor’s mind was brought back to the twins who had not said a word during the whole exchange; he turned around in his saddle laughed at the expressions that were mirrored on their faces. Both had their mouths hung open and their eyes were wide open staring at the spot where Glorfindel had been standing.



“He was beautiful,” Nórdithen whispered



“I think I am in love,” Gondithen added.



“Close your mouths my friend, or you will be catching flies.” Galdor said as he put his horse into motion. “He is not the last beautiful elf you will meet this day, but perhaps the most,” he threw over his shoulder.







In the Grey Havens at about the time that Galdor and the twins were meeting up with Glorfindel’s warriors, Cirdan was holding council with his chief counselor Daemir. Actually, Daemir could have been holding council with himself for all Cirdan was paying attention. He had his back to Daemir and was staring out over the sea thinking about his young lover. He knew that he was going to miss him when he sent him to Rivendell, but what he was feeling now went way beyond that. He felt like a part of his soul had been striped away from him or his hand had been cut off. So strongly was this feeling that Cirdan had no doubt that if something happened to Galdor, he would not be able to survive. ~When did this happen~ he asked himself. ~When did he become my everything, it happened so naturally I did not even notice the change~



“MY LORD, are you listening to anything I am saying. This really is important.” Daemir was frustrated, and jealousy was started to creep into his thought more that normally. He had hoped that without Galdor around to distract Cirdan, they would be able to get some work done and spend some time together. But the opposite had proved to be true. Cirdan had shut off any unnecessary contact; he had even taken to eating his meals by himself. This had gone too far in Daemir’s opinion. An infatuation was one thing but Cirdan was taking this relationship with Galdor a little to far. It was time for the dark haired councilor to convince Cirdan that the only elf for him was Daemir.



“I know its important, Daemir, but I cannot seem to concentrate on anything right now. It’s getting late I think I will go to bed. We will continue this tomorrow first thing.” Cirdan rose from his chair and exited the room leaving Daemir to stare after him.



“What can I do to make you see reason?” Daemir whispered to the empty study.





Cirdan was sleeping. He had just drifted off while thinking about how empty his bed was without Galdor in it. The bedchamber was dark and the only light came from the moon that shown from the crack of the drapes that he had drawn before retiring. Cirdan lay on his back; he was having a very vivid dream of the night before Galdor’s departure when Galdor had slowly seduced him. He was so engrossed in the dream that he did not sense his chamber door opening and a quiet figure ghost into the room.



Daemir crept silently to Cirdan’s bed and for a moment just watched his secret love sleeping.



Cirdan moaned in his sleep his breath was quickening and Daemir could see that his heart’s desire was hard beneath the thin sheet that covered him.





Daemir went to the empty side of the bed, carefully lifted the sheet, and slid in to the bed that should be his anyway. He pressed up to Cirdan and moved so he was half on top of him. He placed a quick kiss on his lips to see if Cirdan would wake. He did not know how he would explain why he was in Cirdan’s bed if he were to awaken.



Somewhere in his mind, he believed that this was his right to be with his lord. Who had been with Cirdan longer than he had, who had stood by his side as he built Mithlond, advised him on almost all of his dealings, and even gone to Mordor with him during the Last Alliance? True he did not fight at his side, but he was not a warrior, he was needed behind the scene to strategize. Yes, no one had more of a right to be in Cirdan’s bed than himself, he had convinced himself of that, especially not some young upstart with no family ties and no credit to his name.



Daemir kissed Cirdan with more pressure and his body fluttered when Cirdan moaned into the kiss. He slowly ran his hand down the silver haired elf’s arm and with it came the sheet that had been covering Cirdan’s body. Daemir quickly discovered that Cirdan slept in the nude. The sheet had been pushed down to Cirdan’s waist and Daemir marveled at the defined muscles of his chest, and two rosy nipples that were hardened from the chill in the air.



He worked his way down to those nipples with licks and nibbles all the while checking for awareness from Cirdan. When he reached his goal he began to suck on the nub until it pebbled he then pushed the sheet lower until Cirdan’s erection was bared to his view. The shaft stood tall and proud from between Cirdan’s legs and Daemir could not help but lick his lips in anticipation. He moved his body to lie in between Cirdan’s legs and slowly licked up the shaft while cupping the sac below.



In his dream, Cirdan was pinned underneath Galdor as he worked his way down his body to his cock and with one movement had swallowed him whole. The dream was so real that Cirdan could feel the hot mouth on him. He began to thrust into the hot wet sensation as he was hovering between sleep and wakefulness, and believed that his lover was back and giving him this unbelievable pleasure. He brought his hand to rest it on the head between his legs and moaned his lover’s name. He looked down his body as his completion drew near and looked into blue eyes, not his lovers green eyes, but blue eyes that looked at him with cockiness and satisfaction as he exploded in the mouth wrapped around his elfhood.



“No, NO!” he exclaimed while shaking his head and pushing Daemir away. “What have I done?”



Daemir tried to get close to Cirdan and wrap his arms around him, but Cirdan grabbed the sheet and rose from the bed quickly covering himself, and pointing to the door. “Get out!” He yelled.



“But Cirdan…..” Daemir began but did not finish as he was interrupted by the silver haired elf.



“Get out of my room!” The shame he had felt just moments ago was replaced with disgust for the advisor in front of him. “And I did not give you permission to use my given name.” he said quietly through clinched teeth.



Daemir knew at that instant that he had made a terrible mistake and that Cirdan would never be his now and probably never would have been. His heart was broken and his hung his head as he left the room with tears falling slowly down his cheeks.



Cirdan sat down heavily on the bed, put his head in his hands, and cried for a mistake that was not his but, may end up costing him his love.