A Planned Event

Chapter 7

Pulling his cloak closer to his body, Erestor shivered, though not due to the wind. He walked the familiar path towards his destination; his shoes made nary a noise upon the flagstones as he padded up the spiral steps towards the modest, makeshift palace. The palace was merely a series of houses with walls knocked through for space. It was a comfortable place and fitting for Gil-Galad at the time. Though it would all change soon, everything always did, that was the one constant in life...change.

Erestor walked by the smiling guards who snickered as he continued with a nod into the palace. The walls were lined with candle holders, of which the flames of the wax they held cast long shadows along the stone walls. Erestor observed a servant or two going about their business, readying all for the approaching deep of night. Coming to stand before the dense wooden door, Erestor sighed heavily while smoothing his hair and clothing into place. Knocking lightly as to be barely heard, he only waited for the time it took to breathe three breaths before the door was opened inwardly by a strong arm. A beaming smile and twinkling grey eyes greeted him. “Erestor, welcome, please come in.” smiled Gil-Galad as he helped Erestor off with his cloak, throwing it haphazardly over a chair arm.

Erestor walked towards the side table to pour two glasses of wine from the carafe that was ever supplied with the king's favorite vintage. Before he could pour, he found himself embraced from behind within strong arms. Gil-Galad cuddled the shorter Elf under his chin, though not before kissing the top of Erestor's head. “Mnn, you smell so good,” crooned Gil-Galad as he began to nuzzle the tip of Erestor's ear. Erestor had closed his eyes to the sensation, more so from self-loathing than from pleasure. Perhaps all were right, perhaps he was just a whore. It had never bothered him before, he was what fate had dealt for him to be. But Nenion, he could not bear the burden of his son thinking ill of him. He tried so hard, struggling to make a good life for his son, but he felt he failed him. After all of this, if his son thought him nothing but a whore,then he failed him. A single tear escaped freely and fell to gently splash upon the muscled arm about his slender waist.

“What is this?” asked Gil-Galad with sudden concern, “what is wrong?” The king turned Erestor around by his shoulders to face him. Calloused fingers gently stroked the silken skin of Erestor's cheek before him. Erestor's gaze was directed downwards as usual. It was a habit that Gil-Galad had tried for years to break him of, to no avail. Putting his hand under Erestor's chin, he forced Erestor to look up and into his eyes. “Speak.”

“My son asked me if I was your whore, my king. It seems there are many rumor's about lately.” Erestor spoke in a calm, indifferent voice. “Rumor's that have brought a son to question his father.”

Gil's face fell stern upon that revelation. His jaw clenched making his cheek muscles twitch. It was what he always did when annoyed or aggravated by something, noted Erestor to himself.

“You are not my whore, Erestor, you are my lover. Therein lies the distinct difference!” Huffed the king in disgust at no one in particular. “You are my confidante, my advisor, Valar, I trust your observations over most who give my counsel. I know that whatever I say to you, stays with you. I trust you.” Gil spoke these words directly into Erestor's dark eyes.

Erestor was overwhelmed, none had ever spoken such words to him and he suddenly felt..strange, he was unsure of the emotion he was feeling...was it pride? “Y... you really think these things of me?” Erestor asked with such a look of disbelief on his face that Gil frowned. He began to realize that he did indeed seem to have Erestor around for sexual pleasures only, but he knew that that was not completely true.

“Erestor, do I ever utter words that I do not mean?” Gil-Galad puffed up his chest royally, and put hands on his hips as if daring him to say otherwise.

“Nay my lord, you do not.” Erestor answered truthfully. “You are a lord of your word.”

“Well, I do believe that I should give you an official title, I should have done so years ago and in doing so, saved you much grief.” Erestor found himself pulled once more into strong arms.

“Thank you” Erestor whispered, afraid to be happy, afraid to awaken from this wonderful dream he was having.

“Advisor Erestor,” Gil nuzzled into Erestor's long neck, “Yes, it has a nice ring to it.” He began to place kisses along the new advisor's clavicle, as the king's hands roamed the lithe body against him, coming to rest upon those smooth, pert mounds of perfection behind him.

“When we move to Lindon, you shall have rooms in the new palace, and Nenion too of course. Do not fret my pretty one, all will be well.” Gil-Galad crooned into a perfect ear as his tongue followed suit.

Erestor cringed at the endearment. 'Of all things, why must he call me the same names as Ecthelion had?' He thought to himself. Before he could protest, Erestor found his mouth engulfed in a passionate kiss.

“Mnn, yes...missed you,” growled Gil-Galad as he easily picked up Erestor by his buttocks, and walked them to the massive bed. Erestor could feel the king's prominent arousal pulsating against his abdomen.

....

Nenion knocked lightly, then walked into Meriliel and Laegon's house without waiting for anyone to come and let him in. He was breathing only a bit heavier than normal from running all the way there, and he had done so with the ease due to his warrior's training. Meriliel came out of the kitchen with a towel in her hand upon hearing the door open. Her face immediately lit up upon seeing Nenion until she saw the look upon his handsome face. “Is something amiss Nenion?” She came to his side and found herself in a tight hug. “Shh, come, tis alright , let me make you tea and you can tell me what is troubling you.” She said as she took his hand and led him into the kitchen.

Following her, he sat down at the modest kitchen table and picked at crumbs from some biscuits she had on the table. “Where is Laegon?” He asked her as he looked around for signs of him.

“He has gone to bed early, he had a late night before last, helping to deliver a new elfling.” She replied as she handed him his tea. Sitting down across the table from him, with her own cup of tea, she looked over her “son's” face. He had grown into such a handsome and strong Elf; he was kind and helpful, and usually always happy. She waited for him to talk, for he would without being prompted to do so.

Sighing, Nenion looked deeply at the one he counted upon as a mother. “There is talk, in the barracks, I overheard some of the guards speaking, they...they were talking about my father.” Meriliel did not interrupt him but nodded for him to continue. She already knew what he would say, for the rumors were rampant lately. “Nana, they...they called him a whore, they said he is the high king's bed warmer, that he performs sexual favors for our king and for others at court.” Nenion's eyes filled with unshed tears.

“Did you bring this to your father's attention?” asked Meriliel.

“Yes.” Nenion sighed.

“And?”

“He admitted that he was the king's lover.”

“Well, you knew this in your heart, did you not? He never hid this from you Nenion. You always knew when he was summoned by the king.” She quietly offered.

“I did not realize that he was going there to pleasure the king!” Nenion raised his voice a little in disgust.

“Nenion,” Meriliel reached out to stroke his muscled forearm. “Erestor is not a whore. Yes, he is the king's lover, but not anyone else's. That is just idle talk from jealous Elves!” Meriliel shook her head at the gossip. “Your father is wondrous fair, and those who are such are always scrutinized and looked upon with jealousy and contempt. There are those who wait for others to fall, so that they can look down upon them and say, See! Look what he or she did.”

“You are not only beautiful, but wise.” sighed Nenion.

Meriliel blushed. “Your father loves you, and has done all he can for you so that you could have every chance that he did not.”

Nenion stood and began to pace. “There is so much that I feel I do not know about my own father! I feel he holds things back. I know he was a servant in Gondolin. But he refuses to speak of my mother, he says it is too painful for him.”

“Please sit my son, you are making me dizzy.” Meriliel pointed to the chair.

Sitting down heavily once more, Nenion ran a hand through his hair. Meriliel moved to stand behind him. She hugged him and kissed the top of his head. Silently she wished that Erestor would tell his son the whole truth of his life in Gondolin. She knew very little herself. Only what he divulged to her over the years. She had disagreed with Erestor not telling Nenion that he was in fact his mother, as far as the ability to give birth named one. Meriliel also knew that Erestor had indeed been a slave, but she would never break his confidence in her.

....

The king's chambers were filled with the sounds of pleasured sighs, whispered endearments, and lustful moaning. The lovers lay back sweaty and sated. Erestor went to the bath to retrieve a small basin that he filled with warm perfumed water and came back to the image of the king already dozing lightly in reverie, his mouth curled into a contented smile. The sight made Erestor smile in spite of himself. Sitting on the bed, he began the task of cleaning up the sticky mess that Gil-Galad had made. As he gently wiped the king's now lax elfhood, he saw a huge smile grace Gil's strong, handsome face. Erestor laughed out loud as Gil's elf hood twitched and began to awaken upon his ministrations. “You better hurry, or it shall awaken once more.” Smiled Gil as he playfully thrust his hips forward. Erestor began to giggle and blush, to which Gil surprised him by grabbing his arms and throwing Erestor onto his back and began tickling the slighter elf.

“Are you laughing at your king!” Gil teased him, “beg for mercy, and perhaps I shall let you go!”

Between giggles, Erestor managed a weak “m..mercy..”

Gil-Galad immediately stopped tickling him and began a series of lazy kisses upon Erestor's ruby lips. “Stay with me this night?” Gil looked deep into ebony eyes. “I wish to sleep with you in my arms.”

“As you wish,my lord.” Erestor replied breathlessly.

Pulling Erestor into a gentle embrace, Gil stroked Erestor's back and before he drifted off to sleep thought to himself, 'What of you? What do you wish? Will you ever stop calling me lord in private? You are such a mystery to me even after all these years.'


TBC....

Molnenion- son of slave and water (Quenyan)

Laegon- sharp one

Meriliel- daughter of rose

Nana- mom, momma