Erestor's Gift
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Adult ++
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chapter 7
Title: Erestor’s Gift (7/?)
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Melpomaen
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Warning: None, except for fluff.
Summary: Erestor is sure Glorfindel forgot his begetting day, and Elrond meddles.
Author’s Note: Not a part of my usual Erestor/Glorfindel universe.
This chapter is for Thalassa, because I was evil and didn’t give her Elrond and Melpomaen’s wedding night. Here it is, love. Hope it meets with your approval!
Chapter 7
Elrond made sure the hall was clear, kissed his mate tenderly, and Melpomaen hurried to his room to bathe and dress before breakfast. They had decided he should return to his room before it got any later, just in case someone – like a daughter or a son, or two – came looking for Elrond.
Reaching the safety of his room, Melpomaen entered his bathroom and opened the taps to fill the tub from the hot springs beneath the house. After adding lavender scented bath oil, he undressed and sank into the warm water with a sigh. Leaning back against the tub, he stretched his legs out, and let the warmth ease his small aches. A smile graced his lips as he remembered last night and his gentle and loving mate taking him for the first time.
Elrond had carried him into his bedroom and laid him gently down on the center of his huge bed before joining him and kissing him with a passion Mel had never before experienced. Closing his eyes, Melpomaen remembered……
Elrond’s oiled fingers gently massaged around Mel’s tight opening, relaxing the muscles until he was able to push one finger slowly inside. It wasn’t too uncomfortable, and the smaller elf tried to stay relaxed, his fingers playing in Elrond’s dark hair. His lover’s whispered words of encouragement and undying love were as music to his ears. Elrond was patient, stretching him gently, until finally three fingers were moving inside of him, spreading the rich, heavy oil within and without, until they touched something deep within.
“Oh….what was…that….oh…do it again…again,” Mel moaned.
Elrond smirked and gently stroked the hidden gland until Melpomaen was moaning and writhing and crying out to be taken. “My love, I have prepared you all I can.” Lifting his lover’s legs around his waist, Elrond positioned himself and gently pushed. Wrapping a hand around Mel’s weeping length, he slowly stroked it, knowing it would offer a distraction to any pain his beloved would feel.
It hurt. It hurt so much and so unexpectedly that Melpomaen could not stifle a whimper. Tears of shock as much as pain escaped from his eyes.
Blue eyes, bright with moisture, pierced stormy gray ones with their pain. “Oh, my love...I am so sorry it hurts. We do not have to do this tonight. I am so sorry…so sorry,” Elrond whispered, beginning to pull out, his own eyes moist.
“Please, do not stop,” Mel wrapped his arms around Elrond’s neck and drew him down for a kiss as his legs tightened around his lover’s waist. “I just did not expect it to hurt. Please…I want this. I want you. I love you, Elrond. I love you,” he whispered as his lips pressed against his soon-to-be mate’s.
“I promise I will make it better, beloved,” Elrond said, deepening their kiss. He slowly pressed further inside, stopping every fraction of an inch to allow Mel time to adjust. By the time he was fully sheathed, both of their faces were wet with tears.
“Are you all right, Mel?” Elrond asked gently as he kissed Mel’s tears away. He pushed his arms under Melpomaen’s shoulders and lifted the smaller elf close.
Mel nodded against Elrond’s shoulder and held on to his lover tightly. “Please, Elrond. I want to be yours.”
“You are mine, Melpomaen, as I am yours,” Elrond said. Slowly pulling out, he gently thrust back in, making sure he struck his beloved’s hidden spot with the first thrust.
Gasping as the pain was replaced with bliss, Mel thrust his hips up to meet his lover’s. In moments they were thrusting wildly together, their cries crushed between open mouths and thrusting tongues. Melpomaen felt their souls join and split and join again. Soft cries and smothered wails rent the air around them. Screamed names were muffled by sweet, open-mouthed kisses. And then there was a rush of heat, and seed covered their stomachs and chests and was released deep within Mel.
And there the memory stopped, for Mel remembered nothing until he woke some time later, held in strong arms, with clear gray eyes smiling down at him. Elrond had washed him and applied a healing salve to his….well, where he needed a little healing, and covered them with a soft quilt. And then there were more kisses and the sweetest words fell from his new husband’s lips, and more lovemaking. And it was a perfect wedding night. He sighed happily with the memory.
Suddenly realizing that the water had grown cold and a long time had passed, Melpomaen hurried to finish his bath and dress for breakfast….and Elrond. ‘You are a silly little elf,’ he told himself, ‘sitting there dreaming when you can be with him instead.’
~~~*~~~
Elrond sat and fidgeted at the table, waiting for the others to join him. Everyone was late this morning except Lindir. The dining hall was full, with members of his household and guards filling the many tables. His daughter finally rushed into the dining hall, followed by her brothers, and took her place at his left side.
“Good morning, Ada,” Arwen said. She kissed her father on his cheek. “I am sorry I am late.”
“We are sorry too, Ada,” Elladan said, taking his place next to Arwen. Elrohir sat next to his twin.
“Good morning. Your lateness does not appear to matter this morning, as you are not the only ones late,” Elrond replied. He smiled at his children. “I would like to speak with all of you after our meal, in my private rooms.”
“Of course, Ada. We will be there,” Elladan answered for the three of them. Elrond’s eyes were fixed on the door, and the three siblings looked at each other with raised eyebrows, wondering what their father wanted to talk to them about.
Erestor and Glorfindel arrived next. “Good morning, my friends,” Elrond said, smiling at the pair. Unusual for you both to arrive so late, and together.”
“Good morning, Elrond,” Glorfindel answered, nodding at the three children of his Lord and Lindir. He smiled at Elrond, but ignored his comment about their arrival, knowing it for the teasing it was. He was sure Elrond was very aware of what had happened last night after all their planning.
Erestor greeted everyone as he and Glorfindel took their places across from Elrond and Arwen just as Melpomaen rushed into the room.
“Forgive me for being so late, my Lord,” Mel said, moving to take his place next to Erestor. “I am afraid I was…dreaming….in my bath this morning.”
“That is quite all right, Melpomaen,” Elrond said, nodding to the servants to begin serving the meal. “Please, come and sit beside me this morning.”
The twins and Arwen looked at each other again. None of them had missed the light in their father’s eyes when Melpomaen appeared, and now their father had invited Mel to take their mother’s old place at the table. The three glanced to see what Erestor and Glorfindel’s reactions were, but neither seemed to be paying any attention to anyone but each other.
Erestor smiled as Glorfindel took his hand and held it under the table.
Tbc….
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Melpomaen
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Warning: None, except for fluff.
Summary: Erestor is sure Glorfindel forgot his begetting day, and Elrond meddles.
Author’s Note: Not a part of my usual Erestor/Glorfindel universe.
This chapter is for Thalassa, because I was evil and didn’t give her Elrond and Melpomaen’s wedding night. Here it is, love. Hope it meets with your approval!
Chapter 7
Elrond made sure the hall was clear, kissed his mate tenderly, and Melpomaen hurried to his room to bathe and dress before breakfast. They had decided he should return to his room before it got any later, just in case someone – like a daughter or a son, or two – came looking for Elrond.
Reaching the safety of his room, Melpomaen entered his bathroom and opened the taps to fill the tub from the hot springs beneath the house. After adding lavender scented bath oil, he undressed and sank into the warm water with a sigh. Leaning back against the tub, he stretched his legs out, and let the warmth ease his small aches. A smile graced his lips as he remembered last night and his gentle and loving mate taking him for the first time.
Elrond had carried him into his bedroom and laid him gently down on the center of his huge bed before joining him and kissing him with a passion Mel had never before experienced. Closing his eyes, Melpomaen remembered……
Elrond’s oiled fingers gently massaged around Mel’s tight opening, relaxing the muscles until he was able to push one finger slowly inside. It wasn’t too uncomfortable, and the smaller elf tried to stay relaxed, his fingers playing in Elrond’s dark hair. His lover’s whispered words of encouragement and undying love were as music to his ears. Elrond was patient, stretching him gently, until finally three fingers were moving inside of him, spreading the rich, heavy oil within and without, until they touched something deep within.
“Oh….what was…that….oh…do it again…again,” Mel moaned.
Elrond smirked and gently stroked the hidden gland until Melpomaen was moaning and writhing and crying out to be taken. “My love, I have prepared you all I can.” Lifting his lover’s legs around his waist, Elrond positioned himself and gently pushed. Wrapping a hand around Mel’s weeping length, he slowly stroked it, knowing it would offer a distraction to any pain his beloved would feel.
It hurt. It hurt so much and so unexpectedly that Melpomaen could not stifle a whimper. Tears of shock as much as pain escaped from his eyes.
Blue eyes, bright with moisture, pierced stormy gray ones with their pain. “Oh, my love...I am so sorry it hurts. We do not have to do this tonight. I am so sorry…so sorry,” Elrond whispered, beginning to pull out, his own eyes moist.
“Please, do not stop,” Mel wrapped his arms around Elrond’s neck and drew him down for a kiss as his legs tightened around his lover’s waist. “I just did not expect it to hurt. Please…I want this. I want you. I love you, Elrond. I love you,” he whispered as his lips pressed against his soon-to-be mate’s.
“I promise I will make it better, beloved,” Elrond said, deepening their kiss. He slowly pressed further inside, stopping every fraction of an inch to allow Mel time to adjust. By the time he was fully sheathed, both of their faces were wet with tears.
“Are you all right, Mel?” Elrond asked gently as he kissed Mel’s tears away. He pushed his arms under Melpomaen’s shoulders and lifted the smaller elf close.
Mel nodded against Elrond’s shoulder and held on to his lover tightly. “Please, Elrond. I want to be yours.”
“You are mine, Melpomaen, as I am yours,” Elrond said. Slowly pulling out, he gently thrust back in, making sure he struck his beloved’s hidden spot with the first thrust.
Gasping as the pain was replaced with bliss, Mel thrust his hips up to meet his lover’s. In moments they were thrusting wildly together, their cries crushed between open mouths and thrusting tongues. Melpomaen felt their souls join and split and join again. Soft cries and smothered wails rent the air around them. Screamed names were muffled by sweet, open-mouthed kisses. And then there was a rush of heat, and seed covered their stomachs and chests and was released deep within Mel.
And there the memory stopped, for Mel remembered nothing until he woke some time later, held in strong arms, with clear gray eyes smiling down at him. Elrond had washed him and applied a healing salve to his….well, where he needed a little healing, and covered them with a soft quilt. And then there were more kisses and the sweetest words fell from his new husband’s lips, and more lovemaking. And it was a perfect wedding night. He sighed happily with the memory.
Suddenly realizing that the water had grown cold and a long time had passed, Melpomaen hurried to finish his bath and dress for breakfast….and Elrond. ‘You are a silly little elf,’ he told himself, ‘sitting there dreaming when you can be with him instead.’
~~~*~~~
Elrond sat and fidgeted at the table, waiting for the others to join him. Everyone was late this morning except Lindir. The dining hall was full, with members of his household and guards filling the many tables. His daughter finally rushed into the dining hall, followed by her brothers, and took her place at his left side.
“Good morning, Ada,” Arwen said. She kissed her father on his cheek. “I am sorry I am late.”
“We are sorry too, Ada,” Elladan said, taking his place next to Arwen. Elrohir sat next to his twin.
“Good morning. Your lateness does not appear to matter this morning, as you are not the only ones late,” Elrond replied. He smiled at his children. “I would like to speak with all of you after our meal, in my private rooms.”
“Of course, Ada. We will be there,” Elladan answered for the three of them. Elrond’s eyes were fixed on the door, and the three siblings looked at each other with raised eyebrows, wondering what their father wanted to talk to them about.
Erestor and Glorfindel arrived next. “Good morning, my friends,” Elrond said, smiling at the pair. Unusual for you both to arrive so late, and together.”
“Good morning, Elrond,” Glorfindel answered, nodding at the three children of his Lord and Lindir. He smiled at Elrond, but ignored his comment about their arrival, knowing it for the teasing it was. He was sure Elrond was very aware of what had happened last night after all their planning.
Erestor greeted everyone as he and Glorfindel took their places across from Elrond and Arwen just as Melpomaen rushed into the room.
“Forgive me for being so late, my Lord,” Mel said, moving to take his place next to Erestor. “I am afraid I was…dreaming….in my bath this morning.”
“That is quite all right, Melpomaen,” Elrond said, nodding to the servants to begin serving the meal. “Please, come and sit beside me this morning.”
The twins and Arwen looked at each other again. None of them had missed the light in their father’s eyes when Melpomaen appeared, and now their father had invited Mel to take their mother’s old place at the table. The three glanced to see what Erestor and Glorfindel’s reactions were, but neither seemed to be paying any attention to anyone but each other.
Erestor smiled as Glorfindel took his hand and held it under the table.
Tbc….