Erestor's Gift
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chapter 8
Title: Erestor’s Gift (8/?)
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.
Chapter 8
Erestor held down the piece of fish with his fork as Glorfindel cut it with his knife. Smiling, the councilor speared the first piece and held it to Glorfindel’s lips. The warrior’s tongue curled around the fork tongs and pulled the fish into his mouth.
Glorfindel picked up a small strawberry and held it to Erestor’s lips. The councilor’s tongue pulled Glorfindel’s fingers, along with the fruit, into his mouth. Erestor’s lips closed around the warrior’s fingers as his tongue caressed them.
Smiling at the soft moan Glorfindel released, Erestor reluctantly released the fingers from his mouth and sank his teeth into the strawberry. “Hmmm….so sweet,” he purred. Picking up another strawberry, he held it to Glorfindel’s mouth, and the scene was repeated in reverse.
Elrond smirked as one of his hands, hidden under the table, caressed Melpomaen’s thigh. “What are you two doing?”
Glorfindel’s eyes never left Erestor’s face. “Eating our breakfast.”
Erestor held down the piece of fish with his fork again, and Glorfindel cut more pieces.
“Why are you each only using one hand, Glorfindel?” Arwen asked innocently.
“Because our other hands are holding each other’s under the table,” the warrior replied.
Arwen looked around the table at the others. Lindir, Mel and her father were smiling. The twins just stared wide-eyed at their former tutors. “Glorfindel, have you noticed the room has gotten awfully quiet. Everyone is staring at you two,” she said in a whisper.
“I hadn’t noticed,” Glorfindel answered, his eyes still on his lover. Erestor’s tongue was lapping at his fingers again. “Did you notice, Erestor?”
Erestor shook his head slightly and continued to clean Glorfindel’s fingers with his tongue.
“Sorry, Arwen, neither one of us noticed,” the warrior said, never looking at anyone other than Erestor.
“Erestor, is that a new ring on your finger?” Elrond asked, smiling at Arwen. His daughter smiled back, having figured out what was going on.
“What ring is that, Elrond?” Erestor said, looking into his beloved’s blue eyes and placing a plump blueberry in Glorfindel’s mouth.
“The one on your index finger on your right hand. The finger normally reserved for betrothal and wedding rings. The silver ring,” Elrond answered, grinning largely. By now, most of the other occupants in the room were craning their necks to watch their captain and their prim and proper councilor.
“Oh, that ring. Aye, it is new. It was a begetting day gift from my best friend.” Erestor placed another blueberry in Glorfindel’s mouth and smiled at the golden elf as his fingers were licked clean. “By the way, Elrond, I have ordered a new door cut into my rooms. It is just far too inconvenient as it is now.”
The room was dead silent, and Erestor’s voice was clearly heard.
“A new door?” Elrond asked. “And just where is this new door going, and where does it open to?”
“It is going into my bedroom wall. The side without the window.”
“The side without the window? But that is that wall that you share with…”
“With Glorfindel’s bedroom,” Erestor cut Elrond off. “Aye, of course it is. It was just far too inconvenient for Glorfindel to have to go out into the hall and enter my rooms that way to fetch me clean robes to wear this morning. A connecting door will be much easier, will it not, Glorfindel?”
“Absolutely. It was a brilliant idea, Erestor.” Glorfindel smiled at the councilor.
“Tell me, Erestor, is there a ring that matches yours?” Elrond asked, grinning. Not only were the elves at his table smiling happily for their friends and enjoying their antics, but many elves around the room were now standing, trying to get a better view. Elrond could see no one without a smile on his or her face or a sparkle in their eyes.
“What ring, Elrond?” Erestor asked, just before Glorfindel picked up his fork and fed him a piece of the fish.
Elrond snorted. “The ring on your right hand. The silver one, Erestor. That ring.”
“Oh, that ring. Is there a matching ring somewhere, Glorfindel?” Erestor smiled sweetly at the warrior as his hand was squeezed under the table, and then released.
Glorfindel lifted his right hand to the table. “Hmmm….this one looks the same.” He laid his index finger with the ring next to Erestor’s. “But not the same. Yours is smaller. They have the same design, however, so I suppose one could say they were matching.”
“Aye, I agree, Glorfindel,” Erestor said. “Elrond, Glorfindel and I have agreed that aye, there is a matching ring. Except the other one is larger. Because Glorfindel’s hands are larger, of course.” Erestor giggled, then with a look of wide-eyed shock, quickly covered his mouth with his fingers. His face took on a rosy glow as he blushed.
If Glorfindel had not already been in love with him, he would have fallen wildly in love with Erestor at that moment. The councilor had never looked so beautiful. “Elrond, would you excuse us for just a moment, please? There is something I really have to do now. It will only take a minute…or two,” Glorfindel said.
Elrond laughed loudly as Glorfindel wrapped his arms around Erestor and kissed him passionately. Hooting and applause, started in a corner of the room by some of Glorfindel’s soldiers, spread rapidly, and in a moment the entire hall was laughing, applauding and cheering. There was whistling and hoots and a synchronous stomping of booted feet.
When the kiss finally ended, Erestor was blushing and he hid his face in Glorfindel’s chest. “Aiya….I am so embarrassed,” he whispered.
“Because I kissed you, my love?”
“Of course not, love. I giggled! The Chief Councilor of Imladris does not giggle. Ever.”
Glorfindel laughed joyously. “I am sorry to tell you this, Erestor, but apparently he does now. And I think his giggle is just adorable.”
Erestor looked up at Glorfindel. With a sly look in his twinkling eyes, he pulled the golden head down and returned the passionate kiss.
~~~*~~~
The three siblings huddled in a doorway, whispering. “Did you see the way he looked at Melpomaen?”
“He had him sit in Nana’s chair.”
“I think he had his hand on Melpomaen’s leg during the meal.”
“Well, they’ve been friends for a long time, you know.”
“I want Ada to be happy again. It’s more than enough time that he has been alone.”
“And we all like Melpomaen a lot.”
“And Nana told him to find someone else, didn’t she?”
“But Mel? Why Mel?”
“Why not? We like Mel. He was one of our teachers.”
“But a male elf?”
“Why not? Look at Erestor and Glorfindel. Look at all the other male couples here.”
“There’s nothing wrong with another male.”
“I just thought Ada would fall in love with another woman, that’s all. I just never realized he liked other males.”
I don’t think it’s a matter of just another male. I think it is that he loves Mel. If Mel were a female, he’d still love him…er…her.”
“Aye, you’re right.”
“So what do we say if that’s why he wants to talk to us?”
“Ada deserves to be happy. If he and Melpomaen love each other, then we should support him…them.” Two other dark heads nodded.
“Is this going to mean we have two fathers?”
“I think so – in a way.”
“All right, so how do we address him then, if this really is what it’s all about.”
“Melpomaen, like always,” Elrohir said. “Or Ada Mel is all right too. He might like that.”
“I think Ada would like that,” Elladan said.
“Elladan, do you really like this idea?” Arwen asked.
The eldest sibling thought for a moment. “Aye, I do. If it is true, then I truly am happy for Ada…and Mel.”
“Me too,” Arwen said. “I just want Ada to be happy, and I think he and Melpomaen will be very happy together. Mel is so sweet – just what Ada needs.”
Elrohir nodded. “Aye. They will be good for each other and happy, and that makes me happy.”
“Then we had better get to Ada’s rooms before he comes looking for us,” Elladan said.
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.
Chapter 8
Erestor held down the piece of fish with his fork as Glorfindel cut it with his knife. Smiling, the councilor speared the first piece and held it to Glorfindel’s lips. The warrior’s tongue curled around the fork tongs and pulled the fish into his mouth.
Glorfindel picked up a small strawberry and held it to Erestor’s lips. The councilor’s tongue pulled Glorfindel’s fingers, along with the fruit, into his mouth. Erestor’s lips closed around the warrior’s fingers as his tongue caressed them.
Smiling at the soft moan Glorfindel released, Erestor reluctantly released the fingers from his mouth and sank his teeth into the strawberry. “Hmmm….so sweet,” he purred. Picking up another strawberry, he held it to Glorfindel’s mouth, and the scene was repeated in reverse.
Elrond smirked as one of his hands, hidden under the table, caressed Melpomaen’s thigh. “What are you two doing?”
Glorfindel’s eyes never left Erestor’s face. “Eating our breakfast.”
Erestor held down the piece of fish with his fork again, and Glorfindel cut more pieces.
“Why are you each only using one hand, Glorfindel?” Arwen asked innocently.
“Because our other hands are holding each other’s under the table,” the warrior replied.
Arwen looked around the table at the others. Lindir, Mel and her father were smiling. The twins just stared wide-eyed at their former tutors. “Glorfindel, have you noticed the room has gotten awfully quiet. Everyone is staring at you two,” she said in a whisper.
“I hadn’t noticed,” Glorfindel answered, his eyes still on his lover. Erestor’s tongue was lapping at his fingers again. “Did you notice, Erestor?”
Erestor shook his head slightly and continued to clean Glorfindel’s fingers with his tongue.
“Sorry, Arwen, neither one of us noticed,” the warrior said, never looking at anyone other than Erestor.
“Erestor, is that a new ring on your finger?” Elrond asked, smiling at Arwen. His daughter smiled back, having figured out what was going on.
“What ring is that, Elrond?” Erestor said, looking into his beloved’s blue eyes and placing a plump blueberry in Glorfindel’s mouth.
“The one on your index finger on your right hand. The finger normally reserved for betrothal and wedding rings. The silver ring,” Elrond answered, grinning largely. By now, most of the other occupants in the room were craning their necks to watch their captain and their prim and proper councilor.
“Oh, that ring. Aye, it is new. It was a begetting day gift from my best friend.” Erestor placed another blueberry in Glorfindel’s mouth and smiled at the golden elf as his fingers were licked clean. “By the way, Elrond, I have ordered a new door cut into my rooms. It is just far too inconvenient as it is now.”
The room was dead silent, and Erestor’s voice was clearly heard.
“A new door?” Elrond asked. “And just where is this new door going, and where does it open to?”
“It is going into my bedroom wall. The side without the window.”
“The side without the window? But that is that wall that you share with…”
“With Glorfindel’s bedroom,” Erestor cut Elrond off. “Aye, of course it is. It was just far too inconvenient for Glorfindel to have to go out into the hall and enter my rooms that way to fetch me clean robes to wear this morning. A connecting door will be much easier, will it not, Glorfindel?”
“Absolutely. It was a brilliant idea, Erestor.” Glorfindel smiled at the councilor.
“Tell me, Erestor, is there a ring that matches yours?” Elrond asked, grinning. Not only were the elves at his table smiling happily for their friends and enjoying their antics, but many elves around the room were now standing, trying to get a better view. Elrond could see no one without a smile on his or her face or a sparkle in their eyes.
“What ring, Elrond?” Erestor asked, just before Glorfindel picked up his fork and fed him a piece of the fish.
Elrond snorted. “The ring on your right hand. The silver one, Erestor. That ring.”
“Oh, that ring. Is there a matching ring somewhere, Glorfindel?” Erestor smiled sweetly at the warrior as his hand was squeezed under the table, and then released.
Glorfindel lifted his right hand to the table. “Hmmm….this one looks the same.” He laid his index finger with the ring next to Erestor’s. “But not the same. Yours is smaller. They have the same design, however, so I suppose one could say they were matching.”
“Aye, I agree, Glorfindel,” Erestor said. “Elrond, Glorfindel and I have agreed that aye, there is a matching ring. Except the other one is larger. Because Glorfindel’s hands are larger, of course.” Erestor giggled, then with a look of wide-eyed shock, quickly covered his mouth with his fingers. His face took on a rosy glow as he blushed.
If Glorfindel had not already been in love with him, he would have fallen wildly in love with Erestor at that moment. The councilor had never looked so beautiful. “Elrond, would you excuse us for just a moment, please? There is something I really have to do now. It will only take a minute…or two,” Glorfindel said.
Elrond laughed loudly as Glorfindel wrapped his arms around Erestor and kissed him passionately. Hooting and applause, started in a corner of the room by some of Glorfindel’s soldiers, spread rapidly, and in a moment the entire hall was laughing, applauding and cheering. There was whistling and hoots and a synchronous stomping of booted feet.
When the kiss finally ended, Erestor was blushing and he hid his face in Glorfindel’s chest. “Aiya….I am so embarrassed,” he whispered.
“Because I kissed you, my love?”
“Of course not, love. I giggled! The Chief Councilor of Imladris does not giggle. Ever.”
Glorfindel laughed joyously. “I am sorry to tell you this, Erestor, but apparently he does now. And I think his giggle is just adorable.”
Erestor looked up at Glorfindel. With a sly look in his twinkling eyes, he pulled the golden head down and returned the passionate kiss.
~~~*~~~
The three siblings huddled in a doorway, whispering. “Did you see the way he looked at Melpomaen?”
“He had him sit in Nana’s chair.”
“I think he had his hand on Melpomaen’s leg during the meal.”
“Well, they’ve been friends for a long time, you know.”
“I want Ada to be happy again. It’s more than enough time that he has been alone.”
“And we all like Melpomaen a lot.”
“And Nana told him to find someone else, didn’t she?”
“But Mel? Why Mel?”
“Why not? We like Mel. He was one of our teachers.”
“But a male elf?”
“Why not? Look at Erestor and Glorfindel. Look at all the other male couples here.”
“There’s nothing wrong with another male.”
“I just thought Ada would fall in love with another woman, that’s all. I just never realized he liked other males.”
I don’t think it’s a matter of just another male. I think it is that he loves Mel. If Mel were a female, he’d still love him…er…her.”
“Aye, you’re right.”
“So what do we say if that’s why he wants to talk to us?”
“Ada deserves to be happy. If he and Melpomaen love each other, then we should support him…them.” Two other dark heads nodded.
“Is this going to mean we have two fathers?”
“I think so – in a way.”
“All right, so how do we address him then, if this really is what it’s all about.”
“Melpomaen, like always,” Elrohir said. “Or Ada Mel is all right too. He might like that.”
“I think Ada would like that,” Elladan said.
“Elladan, do you really like this idea?” Arwen asked.
The eldest sibling thought for a moment. “Aye, I do. If it is true, then I truly am happy for Ada…and Mel.”
“Me too,” Arwen said. “I just want Ada to be happy, and I think he and Melpomaen will be very happy together. Mel is so sweet – just what Ada needs.”
Elrohir nodded. “Aye. They will be good for each other and happy, and that makes me happy.”
“Then we had better get to Ada’s rooms before he comes looking for us,” Elladan said.
Tbc……