Ithilion

Title: Ithilion
Author:Githoniel
Part: 7/??
Pairing: Melpomaen/??
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer:All elves belong to Mr. Tolkien!!!
Warning:AU, slash, male-preg.
Beta: my alter ego
Summary: There has never been much happiness in Melpomaen’s life, but when he finds out he is pregnant, he knows things have to change...
Authors Note: // = thoughts, ~~ = memories


Part 7


Unseen by anyone the sightly ajar study door opened a bit more, but it looked like no one was going to enter the room. Only the one who would have cast his eyes down to the floor would have noticed the little one, that was crawling inside on all fours.
On wobbly hands and knees Ithilion made his way towards Erestor’s desk. The dark advisor was still unaware of what was going on in his study, when he felt something touching his leg through the thick fabric of his robe. Startled, Erestor jumped from his seat. Just then he noticed the silver haired elfling, who was looking at him with big chocolate brown eyes.
“Ithilion? Now what ware you doing here pen-neth?”
He scooped the child up in his arms.
“Did you escape Arwen again, sneaky one?”
Just this moment, Melpomaen entered Erestor’s study, carrying a pile of books.
“Oh no, don’t tell me he did it again.”
“Seems like he was searching for his adar. Maybe I should give you more time off that you could spend together with him. Though I would sorely miss such capable and helpful assistant.”
Erestor smiled at the young elf in front of him.

In the months that had passed, Melpomaen had worked hard and learned a lot of what a scribe had to know. Erestor was more than pleased and by now, Melpomaen was a great help for the dark advisor.
The younger elf was also happy. He loved to work with Erestor, who he considered a true friend by now. Also his duties in the library in particular filled him with happiness. His love for books was only rivaled by the love he felt for Elrohir and for his son.
Ithilion had grown a lot these last months and was developing fast. He already spoke his first words. When his adar was working, Arwen looked after the little one, it was her pleasure to be around the sweet child and Melpomaen only worried, that she would spoil him completely. Every minute off work, the young elf spent with his son and when Ithilion, after many good night stories and lullabies, finally fell asleep, Melpomaen used the time to read one of the many books in Lord Elronds library... When he finally went to bed himself, he stared in the darkness and allowed himself a moment to miss Elrohir, before he fell asleep.

By now the elfling in Erestor’s arms had grabbed a strand of raven hair, put it in his mouth and chewed on it, making content cooing noises.
“Oh, Erestor, I think my ion likes you.” Melpomaen laughed. He stepped closer and stroked Ithilions silver hair.
“But really, Erestor, you’d make a wonderful adar!”
The advisor paled at the young elf’s words and Melpomaen, who had never seen Erestor showing any emotion at all, thought he saw the dark eyes filling with tears. The advisor handed the elfling over to his father and practically fled the study, almost bumping into Glorfindel on his way out.
“Hey, hey, hey – what’s wrong with him?” the blond seneschal asked.
“I’ve no idea – I’ve only said that he would make a good adar and he ran.”
Glorfindel shrugged his shoulders.
“Well, I’ll look after him later, now I have to hurry. I just came here to tell you, that the young lords are returning. I’ve been told that Elladan and Elrohir have passed Imladris’ border earlier this morning... they should be here in an hour or two.”

***

When the first hoofbeat finally sounded through the courtyard in the evening, Melpomaen ran down the stairs, Ithilion pressed against his chest. Elrohir was returning.... HIS Elrohir. But once he made it to the courtyard, he froze to the spot. It was not the groups somewhat terribly state, their clothes torn and covered with dirt and even blood, though none of the warriors seemed hurt, no, what made Melpomaen pale deadly was the fact, that the warriors who accompanied Elronds sons were all of fair hair and wearing grey uniforms – Galadhrim uniforms. And then he spotted him between the warriors – Haldir! The blood froze in Melpomaen’s venes and he wanted to run and hide from his former tormentor, but it was too late. Elrohir had already spotted him and was running over.
“Mel.... oh lirimaer. I’ve missed you so.” And he pulled the Melpomaen and Ithilion in his arms. Of course the younger twin noticed Melpomaen’s unresponsive behavior and let go of the younger elf and took a step back.
“Didn’t you miss me as well? Are you not happy I’m back?” Elrohir’s voice revealed that he was hurt over Mel’s lacking enthusiasm in this hour of reunion. That was when Melpomaen came out of his trance and looked at Lord Elrond’s younger son.
“Oh, forgive me... I was a bit overwhelmed I think.... I AM happy to have you back - more than happy!” and to proof his words, he stepped closer and kissed the half-elf’s sinuous mouth.
“You look dreadful, Ro!” Melpomaen said, once the need for air forced them to part again. “What happened?”
“We encountered a band of orcs near the border of Imladris... I’m glad we had decided to stop in Lorien on our way back. Grandma wouldn’t let us leave again without a proper escort. I wonder if she had known... Well, however, the orcs grow bolder. Elladan and I have to talk to adar and Glorfindel about that, but later. Now I want to enjoy being at home first... and being with you again.”
Ithilion in Melpomaens arms felt then, that he had been ignored long enough and started to complain. He squirmed in his father’s arms and little arms reached out for Elrohir.
“Oh, I think he remembers me.” The younger twin smiled.
“Of course he remembers you... You have been there, when he was born. You have held him the first minutes of his life. For sure, he recognizes at least your aura.”
“He’s grown so much these last months.... Hello pen-neth. Do you want to greet me as well?”
Elrohir took the elfling from Melpomaen’s arms and nuzzled the soft silver hair.
“What a lovely family!” a mocking voice suddenly sounded behind Melpomaen, but Elrohir didn’t recognized the sarcastic tone. Laughing he turned toward the Lorien elf and said:
“Unfortunately, not my family – not yet that is!” And he gave Melpomaen a most blinding smile, before he continued: “Haldir ‘o’ Lorien, may I introduce Melpomaen and his son Ithilion to you. But maybe the two of you already met, since Melpomaen originally hails from Lorien. He was one of the scribes there.”
Haldir smirked at the young elf.
“A scribe... well, I already thought I knew you. I guess we met in... the library or so...”
If the Valar would have granted a wish to Melpomaen in this very moment, the earth would have opened up and swallowed the elf at once. But not the Valar but Elrohir rescued Melpomaen from this embarrasing situation.
“YOU have set a foot in a library, Haldir? I’m appalled. Well, don’t mind us leaving you now, my dearest marchwarden, but I think the little one here needs to be put to bed– and I definitely need a bath. Oh, and you could could do with one too, by the way...”
And with that, he led Melpomaen from the courtyard into the house.

***

Elrohir let out a content sigh and closed his eyes. The warm water caressed his skin and helped him to relax his sore muscles. This was bliss... this was home.
A soft knock on the door and Melpomaen hesitantely entered.
“You forgot the towel in your bedroom.”
“Ah, thank you, lirimaer. But don’t stand there in the doorway. Come here and help me wash my hair, will you?”
Melpomaen smiled and nodded. With gentle hands he untangled and cleansed the dark brown hair and when he was done, he gently massaged some oil in it. All Elrohir was capable of in this moment was to let out a long blissful sigh. The younger twin’s body then started to react to Melpomaen’s caresses and he became almost painfully aroused. Melpomaen noticed that too and blushed deeply.
“Mel... I...Elbereth, when I was away from you, I only realized how much you already mean to me. I love you, Melpomaen. I want us to be together... and- well, I know, I wanted to court you properly, but I think I’ll die if I dont touch you now. I want you so much and...”
He had no chance to finish his words, for Melpomaen silenced him with a passionate kiss.
“I love you... and I want you too, right here and now – I don’t want to be courted. There’s no need for that. I’m already yours!”
This time it was Elrohir, who initiated their kiss and Melpomaen moaned against his lips.
“Where’s Ithilion?” the younger twin whispered.
“Sleeping soundly. Your sister is watching him.”
“Good.”
Despite the young elf was still fully clothed, Elrohir wrapped his arm around Melpomaen and drew him into the water as well. There he started to undress his new lover, kissing him feverishly all the time.
They made love passionately that night. Melpomaen had never felt anything like that before. Though he was experienced and had felt pleasure with some of his customers, only now he knew what it meant to make love. This was something completely different from all that he had done before. The feeling of Elrohir sheated deeply inside of him was maddening and blissful at the same time. When he climaxed the first time, he felt as if he was going to implode around the younger twin... It wasn’t the only time, he was driven over the edge that night until in the early morning hours both elves collapsed pleasantly exhausted and fell asleep in each others arms.

***

The next day, Erestor didn’t show up in his study, which was odd. After some time, a servant came and told Melpomaen, that the advisor wasn’t feeling well and asked if Melpomaen could also take over some of his tutor’s duties. The young elf was very concerned about his friend. He’d probably go and see to him after his work was done.
It wasn’t an easy task to take over for Erestor as well and Melpomaen became keenly aware of how hard the advisor worked every day. He was sitting at Erestor’s desk, deep in thoughts over some important documents, when he felt someone kissing his throat.
“Ro... I told you I don’t have any time before lunch, you have to...”
Turning around, Melpomaen froze when he was looking straight into Haldir’s evil grinning face.
“Nice to meet you again, sweet Melpomaen.”


Tbc.


Translation:
pen-neth - little one
adar - father
ion - son
lirimaer - lovely one