Finding Hope
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
6,288
Reviews:
32
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
More elfling sweetness
HHS: Thank you so much for that WOW - and if you think that was a Wow, go try Enough for Tonight! *snickers*
Mystkyten: You read all 3 in one sitting? Okay, sending a couple elves over to massage the sore spots. So glad you like it.
Foxhiei: Thank you - I'm thrilled you're enjoying it - I'm having a lot of fun with it.
Note: Conversations indicated with a single ‘…..’ are Erestor and Glorfindel silently mind speaking to each other.
Chapter 7
It was the middle of the night when Erestor felt a tug on his sleeve. He woke abruptly, and turned his head around to find a disheveled elfling kneeling on the bed next to his, holding her doll in her arms. He quickly unwrapped himself from Glorfindel and buttoned several buttons down the middle of his nightshirt, then rolled over.
“What is it, little one?” he whispered, gently smoothing Amdiriel’s hair off her face.
“Scared, Ada,” the elfling whimpered.
Erestor wrapped his arms around the little elfling and gently pulled her close, holding her next to him. Her little body seemed cold to him, so he pulled the bedcovers over her as he whispered, “What are you afraid of, sweetheart? Nothing bad will happen to you here, I promise.”
“Don’t want the Orcs to get you, Ada,”
Glorfindel had woken and quickly buttoned his nightshirt, then got up and moved around the bed to lie on the other side of his little daughter.
“No Orcs will come here, sweetheart. Your Ada Glorfindel makes sure nothing bad ever will. There are lots and lots of guards outside, all around Imladris, so nothing bad will ever get to us,” Erestor said softly as he rubbed her back.
“At night, too?” Frightened green eyes stared into brown.
“Especially at night, my little one,” Glorfindel said. He wrapped an arm securely over the elfling and Erestor. “All day and all night we make sure Imladris is guarded with lots of elves.”
Amdiriel turned her head to Glorfindel. “No wargs?”
“No wargs,” Glorfindel said. “Both your Ada Erestor and I are very strong warriors and we will always keep you safe, sweetheart.”
“And your Ada Glorfindel is the strongest elf warrior that ever lived,” Erestor said. “Evil things like Orcs and Wargs run away from him.”
“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry I couldn’t find your village in time to save your parents,” Glorfindel whispered as he gave Amdiriel a soft kiss on her brow.
Amdiriel nodded. “Stay here?” she asked, looking at Erestor.
“Of course you can, sweetheart.” Erestor stroked her hair, then kissed a soft little cheek. “Can you go back to sleep now?”
Amdiriel nodded and curled up next to Erestor. “I love you, Ada. Ada Glor keeps us safe?”
“Yes, sweetheart, he keeps us safe. I love you, my little one.”
Glorfindel looked at Erestor, and mouthed, “Ada Glor?”
Erestor grinned.
“G’night Ada. G’night Ada Glor,” Amdiriel said, muffled in Erestor’s chest.
“Goodnight, sweetheart,” Glorfindel whispered.
“I love you, Ada Glor.”
“I love you too, sweetheart.” Glorfindel beamed at Erestor.
`I love you too, Ada Glor.’ Erestor’s words echoed in Glorfindel’s mind, and he leaned over and kissed his sweet little spouse.
`I love you too, Ada Erestor.’ Erestor smiled.
“Ada, can I come too?” Gailion said from across the room.
Glorfindel grinned. “Of course you can, little one. Come.” He moved over so the elfling could squeeze in between him and his sister. “Were you scared too, sweetling?”
“Maybe just a little. Are you really a great warrior, Ada?” Gailion whispered.
“Aye, as is your Ada Erestor.”
“The Orcs…the ones at the village. They won’t come here?”
“No, little one. We killed them all before we found you,” Glorfindel answered.
“Good. Goodnight Ada.” The little elfling snuggled against Glorfindel. “I love you, Ada.”
“I love you, little one. Goodnight.” Glorfindel kissed the elfling’s head.
“Good night Ada Restor.”
“Good night, my sweet son,” Erestor whispered.
“I love you, Ada Restor.”
“I love you too, sweetling.”
`Ada Restor? I wonder where that came from.’ Erestor was amazed this was so easy to speak to Glorfindel this way. It was almost as if all he had to think of speaking the words to Glorfindel, and it was done.
`Must be the same place that Ada Glor came from, my love.’
`Good night, my darling husband.’ Erestor silently said.
`Good night, my sweet one.’ Glorfindel answered.
Erestor snuggled down against Amdiriel and wrapped his arm around both elflings. He felt Glorfindel’s arm wrap around all of them, and smiled. This was nice, he thought. All they needed was Faelion, who thankfully was still sound asleep in his cradle.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
In the quarters next to Erestor and Glorfindel resided the head of the servants, Amarion, along with his healer wife, their son Saercaeron, and their two new little elflings. Saercaeron had his own room, small, but separated from his parent’s room by the bathroom. Happily, the three elflings had forsaken the new beds, which had been placed there for the smallest elflings. All three were piled together in Saercaeron’s bed. The little elflings slept well with the protection of their “big” brother.
Next to Amarion’s quarters dwelled Caladir and Gurvelon, along with youngest elflings, tiny Calariel and Glawen. The little girls had not been asleep in their beds for more than five minutes when they awoke screaming in terror. Caladir and Gurvelon rushed out of the sitting room, where they were just beginning to finally enjoy their happy reunion, into the bedroom. Their little ones would obviously not be able to sleep without their nearness, so forgoing their own pleasure, they comforted their new daughters and brought them into their own bed with them.
Tbc…
Mystkyten: You read all 3 in one sitting? Okay, sending a couple elves over to massage the sore spots. So glad you like it.
Foxhiei: Thank you - I'm thrilled you're enjoying it - I'm having a lot of fun with it.
Note: Conversations indicated with a single ‘…..’ are Erestor and Glorfindel silently mind speaking to each other.
Chapter 7
It was the middle of the night when Erestor felt a tug on his sleeve. He woke abruptly, and turned his head around to find a disheveled elfling kneeling on the bed next to his, holding her doll in her arms. He quickly unwrapped himself from Glorfindel and buttoned several buttons down the middle of his nightshirt, then rolled over.
“What is it, little one?” he whispered, gently smoothing Amdiriel’s hair off her face.
“Scared, Ada,” the elfling whimpered.
Erestor wrapped his arms around the little elfling and gently pulled her close, holding her next to him. Her little body seemed cold to him, so he pulled the bedcovers over her as he whispered, “What are you afraid of, sweetheart? Nothing bad will happen to you here, I promise.”
“Don’t want the Orcs to get you, Ada,”
Glorfindel had woken and quickly buttoned his nightshirt, then got up and moved around the bed to lie on the other side of his little daughter.
“No Orcs will come here, sweetheart. Your Ada Glorfindel makes sure nothing bad ever will. There are lots and lots of guards outside, all around Imladris, so nothing bad will ever get to us,” Erestor said softly as he rubbed her back.
“At night, too?” Frightened green eyes stared into brown.
“Especially at night, my little one,” Glorfindel said. He wrapped an arm securely over the elfling and Erestor. “All day and all night we make sure Imladris is guarded with lots of elves.”
Amdiriel turned her head to Glorfindel. “No wargs?”
“No wargs,” Glorfindel said. “Both your Ada Erestor and I are very strong warriors and we will always keep you safe, sweetheart.”
“And your Ada Glorfindel is the strongest elf warrior that ever lived,” Erestor said. “Evil things like Orcs and Wargs run away from him.”
“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry I couldn’t find your village in time to save your parents,” Glorfindel whispered as he gave Amdiriel a soft kiss on her brow.
Amdiriel nodded. “Stay here?” she asked, looking at Erestor.
“Of course you can, sweetheart.” Erestor stroked her hair, then kissed a soft little cheek. “Can you go back to sleep now?”
Amdiriel nodded and curled up next to Erestor. “I love you, Ada. Ada Glor keeps us safe?”
“Yes, sweetheart, he keeps us safe. I love you, my little one.”
Glorfindel looked at Erestor, and mouthed, “Ada Glor?”
Erestor grinned.
“G’night Ada. G’night Ada Glor,” Amdiriel said, muffled in Erestor’s chest.
“Goodnight, sweetheart,” Glorfindel whispered.
“I love you, Ada Glor.”
“I love you too, sweetheart.” Glorfindel beamed at Erestor.
`I love you too, Ada Glor.’ Erestor’s words echoed in Glorfindel’s mind, and he leaned over and kissed his sweet little spouse.
`I love you too, Ada Erestor.’ Erestor smiled.
“Ada, can I come too?” Gailion said from across the room.
Glorfindel grinned. “Of course you can, little one. Come.” He moved over so the elfling could squeeze in between him and his sister. “Were you scared too, sweetling?”
“Maybe just a little. Are you really a great warrior, Ada?” Gailion whispered.
“Aye, as is your Ada Erestor.”
“The Orcs…the ones at the village. They won’t come here?”
“No, little one. We killed them all before we found you,” Glorfindel answered.
“Good. Goodnight Ada.” The little elfling snuggled against Glorfindel. “I love you, Ada.”
“I love you, little one. Goodnight.” Glorfindel kissed the elfling’s head.
“Good night Ada Restor.”
“Good night, my sweet son,” Erestor whispered.
“I love you, Ada Restor.”
“I love you too, sweetling.”
`Ada Restor? I wonder where that came from.’ Erestor was amazed this was so easy to speak to Glorfindel this way. It was almost as if all he had to think of speaking the words to Glorfindel, and it was done.
`Must be the same place that Ada Glor came from, my love.’
`Good night, my darling husband.’ Erestor silently said.
`Good night, my sweet one.’ Glorfindel answered.
Erestor snuggled down against Amdiriel and wrapped his arm around both elflings. He felt Glorfindel’s arm wrap around all of them, and smiled. This was nice, he thought. All they needed was Faelion, who thankfully was still sound asleep in his cradle.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
In the quarters next to Erestor and Glorfindel resided the head of the servants, Amarion, along with his healer wife, their son Saercaeron, and their two new little elflings. Saercaeron had his own room, small, but separated from his parent’s room by the bathroom. Happily, the three elflings had forsaken the new beds, which had been placed there for the smallest elflings. All three were piled together in Saercaeron’s bed. The little elflings slept well with the protection of their “big” brother.
Next to Amarion’s quarters dwelled Caladir and Gurvelon, along with youngest elflings, tiny Calariel and Glawen. The little girls had not been asleep in their beds for more than five minutes when they awoke screaming in terror. Caladir and Gurvelon rushed out of the sitting room, where they were just beginning to finally enjoy their happy reunion, into the bedroom. Their little ones would obviously not be able to sleep without their nearness, so forgoing their own pleasure, they comforted their new daughters and brought them into their own bed with them.
Tbc…