Many Blessings

Title: Many Blessings (7/?)
Author: Janalynn27
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Haldir, Calanon/Lostariel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, Mpreg, AU
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made.
Beta: Patricia Pleasant aka slayer9649, Thanks a bunch! Any other mistakes are of my making.
Summary: Blessings and love abound in Imladris. Sequel to Hidden Love.
Timeline: 2620 TA
Feedback: It is greatly appreciated
Author's note: When Erestor and Glorfindel are mindspeaking it is accentuated by 'dialogue'.


Chapter 7


Caras Galadhon

“All packed, Ada (Daddy)!”

“Then come and eat your breakfast, Istuion,” Sídhon said as he put their breakfast onto the table. Sitting down, he shook his head as the whirlwind that was his ión (son) came running to the table, nearly knocking over his chair as he sat down. “Are we a little excited, penneth (young one)?”

“Oh, Ada, yes! I mean I was too young to really remember traveling to Caras Galadhon. I have never journeyed out of Lothlórien,” Istuion said excitedly.

Sídhon just smiled and hurriedly ate his breakfast so he could finish packing. He was torn on what to take and what to leave behind. Even though Lady Galadriel said he could take as much as he wanted with him, he did not want to be the cause for their slow going. If he took all that he really longed to, then they would need a whole extra cart. “Istuion, if you could be so kind and clean up the dishes for me, I have a little more packing to do and I do not want us to be late.”

Nodding, “Of course, Ada. Do you need help packing?”

Sídhon walked over to where he kept his unfinished tapestries and said, “Hannon le (Thank you), penneth, but I am almost finished.”

Istuion looked to where his Ada had placed his packs and frowned, “Ada, is that all you are taking? Why are you not taking your most prized tapestry?”

“It would take up too much room, penneth,” Sídhon said as he walked over to where the huge half-finished tapestry was hanging. It was a depiction of Lothlórien; his first memory of it, a haven for him and his ión. It was not common for an ellon (m. elf) to bear an Elfling and the village he had lived in, though the elves were not cruel, they avoided him and he knew he could not stay for he would not let Istuion grow up being looked at with curiosity or treated like he was different than any other Elfling. Coming to Caras Galadhon was the best thing he ever did. He looked over at his ión and smiled, he was truly blessed the day that he was given to him. The only thing he regretted was that he would never know his other Adar (Father). When he found out that he was with child, he was shocked to say the least. He had gone to Aradion and was even more shocked at his reaction. He had shouted and shoved him away as if he was disgusted to even lay eyes on him. Even though there was no love between them, Sídhon had thought, at least, he would care for their Elfling, but it was not so. He had hoped that after their child was born that Aradion would have a change of heart but Aradion had been killed in an orc attack on their village and Sídhon had to raise their ión on his own. Of course, Istuion did not know the truth. When Istuion was old enough to ask about his other Adar, Sídhon did not have the heart to tell him that Aradion had not wanted him.

Just then, there was a knock on their talan door and before he could go and answer, Istuion was already there. Upon seeing who was there, Sídhon frowned, “Rúmil, we are not late, are we?”

Rúmil walked through the door with a couple of servants and looked around the room, noticing the sparse packs lying on the floor, “The Lady has sent me to make sure that you do not leave anything behind. She thought that you might need help, so we are here to help you pack.”

“But I am almost finished, just this last pack,” Sídhon was about to say more but he was stopped as Rúmil and the others came farther into the room and placed the packs that they had brought with them onto the floor and started to gather things that they thought he might want.

“If you do not instruct us on what you want to bring, then we will just have to pack everything,” Rúmil threw over his shoulder.

Sídhon sighed in defeat and helped them pack the things that he had originally planned on leaving. When they were finished, instead of Sídhon’s three packs there were ten, one just for the tapestry of Lothlórien and the threads to go with it.

Grabbing a few of the packs, Rúmil asked, “Are you ready, mellon nín (my friend)?”

“Yes. Hannon le, mellyn nín (my friends),” Sídhon said as he and Istuion gathered the rest of the packs and followed them out of the talan to the awaiting horses and other elves that were traveling with them.

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Imladris

“So, melui nín (my sweet), what shall we bring for lunch, besides peanut butter?” Glorfindel asked as he and Erestor walked to the kitchen.

Erestor playfully slapped Glorfindel in the stomach, “Hey! You are just lucky that I do not crave something like mustard or horseradish. Or even better yet, garlic. I do not think you would find it so pleasing to kiss me if I smelled of garlic all of the time.”

Glorfindel shuddered as he thought of a garlic smelling Erestor, “Peanut butter is just fine, melui, and I love kissing you too much.”

Erestor laughed and wrapped his arm around Glorfindel’s waist as they walked down the hallway, shadowed by Erestor’s constant companions, the cats.

Glorfindel pulled Erestor up against his side and thought about their picnic yesterday. Once again Erestor put peanut butter on everything he ate. They had enjoyed the fine day under Anor’s rays and nibbled on their food along with each other’s fingers and lips. After they had finished their food, Glorfindel had rested his head in Erestor’s lap while his melui read them poetry. The sound of Erestor’s voice brushed along Glorfindel’s spine and soon he was completely lost in his desire for his hervenn (husband). Taking the book out of Erestor’s hands, he pulled him onto his lap and devoured his lips until finally they parted in need for breath. Glorfindel then looked around to tell the cats to depart only to find that they had already gone. He had smiled at that and swiftly maneuvered himself in between his melui’s legs and quickly joined their bodies in a dance of desire, the sweet sounds of their passion filling the deserted garden. Just thinking of that delicious afternoon picnic was setting a fire in his blood.

Erestor had felt the heat of Glorfindel’s passion slowly build as they walked down the hallway until he could not take it another moment. Growling low in his throat, Erestor shoved Glorfindel into a storage closet and slammed the door shut, taking deep breaths to gain a semblance of control.

Glorfindel stared at Erestor, whose skin was aglow. His eyes were shining in the darkened closet and Glorfindel barely had time to brace himself for Erestor’s attack.

Erestor launched himself upon Glorfindel, letting his desire and passion fan the already roaring fire that was blazing between them. Giving Glorfindel a brutal kiss, he then roughly turned him around. “Place your hands upon the shelf and do not let go,” Erestor growled as he shoved Glorfindel’s leggings down to his knees.

Glorfindel had to lock his knees in order to stay on his feet. Erestor had not mastered him in such a long time and it always made the pleasure all the more intense for Glorfindel when he did. He felt Erestor’s robes against his backside, then hissed as two oiled fingers entered him.

Erestor was holding onto his control by his fingertips and he had to stop himself from taking Glorfindel before preparing him. When he knew that he would not cause too much discomfort for his mate, he spread oil upon his member and entered him, only to pause, resting his forehead against Glorfindel’s back, letting him adjust.

The fire that was flaming through their bodies pushed the pain away and Glorfindel found himself pushing back against Erestor, begging to be taken. “Saes (Please), Melui…ai! You feel so good. Take me hard,” Glorfindel hissed between his teeth as he gripped the shelves in front of him.

Erestor wrapped his fingers around Glorfindel’s hips and started pounding into him with a frenzied need. Soon, he felt their spirits merge as one, though they were never completely separated, and he cried out, “Meleth nín (My love)! Ai!”

“Touch me, melui, saes,” Glorfindel gasped out, just on the edge of tumbling over into the lake of desire. When Erestor took a hold of him, he fell willingly and soon the flames of their love and passion consumed them both.

Erestor rested his forehead once more on Glorfindel’s back and willed himself to stay standing. His whole body trembled from his spent desire and he felt Glorfindel struggle along with him. ‘Meleth, next time you let desire consume your thoughts, will you warn me?’ Erestor laughed, not able to find breath to speak out loud.

Ripples of pleasure raced up Glorfindel’s spine as Erestor withdrew from him and he turned to gather his melui into his arms and place a gentle kiss upon his hervenn’s (husband’s) lips, ‘If that is what I get for thinking of my beautiful, desirable hervenn, then I will be letting my thoughts wander more often.’

“Meleth, you are incorrigible. If we do not hurry, then our elloth (flower) will think we have forgotten our lunch date,” Erestor said, while grabbing a towel off the shelf and started to clean the both of them. When finally they had their garments back in order, they opened the door to find Faron and the other cats standing guard out in the hallway. Erestor looked down into Faron’s eyes and blushed, for some reason having the cats hear Glorfindel’s and his lovemaking was a little embarrassing.

As if Faron knew what Erestor was thinking, “Meow!”

Glorfindel arched a brow at the cat and gasped, “Did he just giggle at us?”

Erestor laughed, “Yes, I think he did!”

They both swore they saw Faron shake his head and, with another meow, started to walk down the hallway towards the kitchen, leaving the very stunned ellyn (m. elves) to follow.

After packing a lunch, they found their way to Lostariel’s and Calanon’s cottage and they were greeted with hugs and kisses. Sitting around the table after having eaten, Lostariel shook her head, “Ada (Daddy), I could not believe you ate peanut butter on your turkey sandwich!”

“Hey, peanut butter really goes with anything,” Erestor defended himself.

Lostariel just smiled and asked, “So, when will Sídhon arrive?”

Glorfindel tickled their grandson, who was being held by Erestor and said, “They should have left this morning. I would think they will arrive within the fortnight, depending on their speed of travel and barring any complications.”

“We will need to plan a celebration feast for him and his ión upon their arrival,” Erestor said, “I want them to feel welcomed and know how much I appreciate his help.”

“That would be perfect, melui nín,” Glorfindel said as he placed a kiss on his brow.

“Where are they going to be staying?” Calanon asked as he pulled Lostariel against his side.

Erestor looked at them both and sighed at how exhausted they both looked, ‘Meleth, let’s take Mírion for a few hours so elloth and Calanon can get some rest?’

Smiling brightly, ‘That sounds like a wonderful idea, melui.’

“They will be staying in my old chambers,” Glorfindel said.

“Elloth, is it okay if Adar (Father) and I take Mírion for a few hours?” Erestor asked as he kissed his grandson’s brow.

Lostariel frowned, “Why, Ada?”

Chuckling, Calanon gave her a hug and said, “I think your Edair (Fathers) are trying to give us a reprieve, meleth.”

“You two look exhausted and Ada and I would love to care for our grandson,” Glorfindel said as he let Mírion curl his tiny fingers about his thumb.

“But what if he gets hungry or needs to be changed?” Lostariel asked.

Erestor chuckled, “Elloth, both Adar and I took care of the twins and Arwen when they were little; we know what we are doing.”

“Ada, I did not mean that you did…” Lostariel started to say but Glorfindel interrupted her.

“We know that you did not mean it that way, elloth. You are just nervous to be parted from your ión, for this will be the first time,” Glorfindel said as he pulled her into a hug.

“Let us do this for you, elloth, give you and Calanon some time to yourselves,” Erestor said.

Finally, they all convinced her that they would be fine. After promising that they would only be gone for a few hours, they tucked Mírion into the basket that Glorfindel had made for him. Lostariel filled a bag with bottles of milk, extra changing cloths, and a spare blanket, giving it to Erestor before she gave her ión and her Edair a kiss.

Once they were gone, Calanon swung Lostariel up into his arms and carried her to their bedchamber. He came to a stop beside the bed and captured her lips, kissing her deeply. Laying her upon the bed, he slowly took off her gown, leaving her in her chemise. After shedding his tunic and his boots, he lay beside Lostariel and drew her up against his side.

Lostariel rested her head on Calanon’s shoulder and sighed at having her hervenn’s arms about her. She made lazy circles with her fingertips across Calanon’s stomach and looked up into his eyes, “Cal, love me.”

Desire bloomed in Calanon’s eyes and he felt himself harden at the thought of making love to his hervess (wife) but was worried that it was too soon. “Eirien (Daisy), is it not too soon?”

Lostariel smiled at his concern but wanted, no, needed his touch and she said, “No, meleth, I am completely healed. I need you.”

Calanon rolled on top of her and gazed down into her eyes, seeing his desire reflected in them. He leaned down and said against her lips, “Bain nín (My beautiful).”

Reverently, they disrobed each other, touching and kissing as they went, celebrating in their love. When Calanon finally had her bare, he slowly kissed his way down her stomach to the nest of curls that hid the greatest treasure. Looking up into her eyes, which were lit with passion, he parted her petals and lapped at the sweetest nectar he had ever tasted.

Lostariel arched her back and moaned, as Calanon tasted her. A fire raced through her veins and she pleaded, “Take me, saes (please).”

Calanon reveled in the taste of her and slipped a finger inside her sweet heat, making sure she truly was healed. He nibbled and suckled, sending her over the edge and he had to hold on tightly to his control as he watched her come undone. Quickly moving up her body he entered her, sending her over the edge once again. Slowly he moved inside her, building the passion for the third time until she was whimpering from the constant ripples of pleasure coursing through her body. Finally Calanon let loose his control and quickly sent them both soaring as they cried out each other’s name.

Calanon withdrew from Lostariel and she just had enough energy to curl against his side, resting her head upon his shoulder before sleep claimed them both.

TBC