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New Addition To An Old Conversation
Title: New Addition To An Old Conversation
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Websites: Read updates and much more first at my livejournal: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ . Read my stories in an easy format at this archive: http://swoon.dreamelf.com/viewuser.php?uid=42 . Read all of my Erestor/Glorfindel only stories here: http://ressandfin.queencheetah.com/viewuser.php?uid=23
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: R
Warnings: Unconventional view of these two characters, in other words OOC. If you don’t like submissive Glorfindel, don’t read.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Glorfindel and Erestor discover that their differences make them a perfect match.
A/N: This story contains the idea of the ellian-a hermaphrodite elf.
Every night, the Chief Councilor and Captain of Rivendell came together for drinks and conversation. It was not uncommon to hear the enraged venting of either elf echoing through the halls. Their conversations tended to lean toward the same topics with very little variety in the subject matter. Neither elf truly cared; they were content to rehash the same themes over and over. It was a comfortable routine that they were both fond of.
Until one night when Glorfindel added a new addition to an old conversation.
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“This is IT. This is absolutely the last straw!” Erestor ranted as he plopped down on the sofa next to Glorfindel, wine glass in hand.
Glorfindel laughed at Erestor’s outburst. “You couldn’t even wait until we were seated and a glass of this delicious white down our gullets before you started, eh?”
Erestor smiled at his friend and raised his glass in salute before taking half the liquid in one go. “Better?” he asked.
“Now you’ll be drunk and cranky instead of just cranky.”
“Bastard.”
“I love you, too.”
Erestor took a more sedate drink of his wine and sat the glass on a side table. Glorfindel sipped his drink as he waited for his companion to continue his rant for the evening.
The dark haired elf pushed his braids back behind his ears as he sighed in exasperation. “I just don’t know what to do sometimes,” he began, more serious now. “If I hear one more person assume I’m an ellian, I think I’m going to bite someone’s face off!”
Glorfindel shook his head and swallowed his mouthful of wine. “We have this conversation at least once a month, Erestor. Haven’t you given up on this yet?”
Erestor looked stubbornly at Glorfindel. “I’ll give it up when I stop getting hit on like I was some wilting flower awaiting my handsome prince. It’s like everyone assumes that because I look like I’m an ellian that I’m a submissive little sheep to follow them wherever they may lead. For that matter, they assume that all ellian are submissive! How can anyone live as long as we do and not know that not every ellian is submissive?”
“It’s just like everyone assuming that every male is dominant. The majority presume that everyone else is also in the majority. The conveniently forget about the minority.”
Erestor frowned as he picked up his glass again and drained the contents. Glorfindel shook his head and sipped his drink again. That little elf could drink like a fish. Erestor fidgeted with his empty glass for a second before standing and retrieving the wine decanter. “I guess I would just like to be seen as what I am for once. I’m an ellon and I’d like to be treated like one once in a while.”
“You might have a little more luck if you had a little less hips and a little more shoulder.”
“I know what I look like, Glorfindel.”
“Then how can you ask others to think you are male?”
Erestor turned to look at himself in the mirror that stood near his dressing table. Staring back at him was the perfect example of an ellian. Strong but slim shoulders tapering down to a trim waist that expanded into a sensuous curve of hips. Face that had strong, but delicate features. The perfect mix of male and female. He sighed dejectedly as he turned away from the mirror and sat down again on the couch.
Glorfindel refilled his drink after taking the decanter from Erestor’s hand. “Can we move on to a new topic of conversation now? This one is becoming rather old very quickly anymore.”
Erestor finally tired of Glorfindel’s dismissal of the subject. “How can you possibly understand what I am going through?!” yelled Erestor as he turned to face the blond. “You just brush off my concerns as if they mean nothing! This really bothers me, Glorfindel!”
“What are you going to do, Erestor? Wear a sign? There is nothing you can do to change what you look like. No amount of weapons training will make you look more masculine. No cut of robe will hide your body shape. No hair style will cover your features. There. Is. Nothing. You. Can. Do.”
“But-”
“Get over it.”
“You have no idea what it’s like!!” Erestor fumed as he angrily gestured with his wine glass. “How can you tell me to get over it just like that?!”
Glorfindel refused to look at Erestor and instead carefully inspected the contents of his wine glass. “I know what you are going through.”
Erestor didn’t even stop to think before he shouted, “Know what I’m going through? You know what I’m going through? How could the great Balrog Slayer, the most handsome, the most masculine ellon in Middle Earth possibly understand what I am going through?”
Glorfindel, in an instant, became cynical and angered. “You are such a hypocrite Erestor!” he shouted back at the smaller elf. Erestor’s eyes raised in surprise. This was new. “You bitch and moan about others being blind when the cloth is firmly in place over your own eyes!” Glorfindel stood paced about the room, looking for a suitable place to be on the defensive. “You are not any better than anyone else. You assume just as much as they do. You see the superficial, just as everyone else does!”
Erestor’s eyes widened as he came upon a realization. “You’re not an ellon,” he whispered.
“And he finally figures it out after we’ve been friends for five centuries.”
“I-I don’t know what to say, Glorfindel. I’m…I guess I’m more than sorry. I feel terrible that I never…never noticed.”
Glorfindel finally stopped pacing and glared at his wine glass as if it were to blame for all of his problems. “It’s funny, isn’t it? How we have the opposite problem? You’re an ellon that looks like and ellian-”
“-and you’re an ellian that looks like an ellon.”
Glorfindel sat on the couch again, his anger spent and a sort of melancholy settling over him. “I wish I could just…do things that other ellian do. I like sparring, and I like hunting. I like all the things I do as Captain here, but sometimes…I would like to do…homey things. I even,” here, the blond paused and blushed brightly, “I even wish I could learn how to embroider.”
Erestor was looking at Glorfindel in a new light. He perused his friend’s features and his body, and he could not see any indications that the Captain was ellian. Just like him, only backwards. Erestor took the glass out of Glorfindel’s hand and set in on the table. Glorfindel finally looked into Erestor’s eyes and the dark elf gathered up his hands.
“Sometimes…” Erestor began slowly, “I wish I could be with someone that would allow me protect them and to care for them regardless of how I look.” The words came out softly, as if he were afraid that by saying them too loudly, something would shatter.
“Sometimes…” Glorfindel said in the same tone of voice, “I wish that I could be protected instead of always being the protector. I wish that I could be the one taken care of instead of the care taker.”
They sat together in silence for many minutes until Glorfindel broke the quiet with a single question, “Will you be my protector, Erestor?”
“Always,” was the quick and straightforward answer.
“Will you take me?” the question was nothing but a breathy whisper, barely audible above their own breathing.
“Are you ready? We only just-”
“I’ve been waiting for someone to understand me for two lifetimes Erestor. Now that you know…I don’t want to wait anymore.”
Erestor’s breath sped up as he realized he would be the first to ever take Glorfindel in passion. “Do you want this to be a…permanent arrangement? Because…I won’t do this otherwise. I don’t do casual flings.” Erestor smiled at his friend. “Then, of course you would know that about me.”
Glorfindel smiled back. “Then you should know that I also would not ask for a casual fling.”
“I do.”
“Then why did you ask?”
“Because it is proper for an ellon to court an ellian for many months before they lay together.”
Glorfindel’s smile broadened and his eyes glistened with tears. “You would court me? Just like-”
“Just like you should be courted. Just like every other ellian is courted. With time, patience, and love.”
Glorfindel sniffed and wiped at his eyes as the tears began to fall. “No one is going to believe this.”
“Then let them think they are hallucinating.”
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The population of Imladris looked upon the Councilor and the Captain in amusement and curiosity. Erestor courted Glorfindel in the proper tradition of an ellon courting an ellian. Small things gave them away: the way Erestor pulled out Glorfindel’s chair at dinner, the gifts of various flowers, Erestor’s stance when he was around Glorfindel. The smaller elf looked slightly silly while he stood protectively with the great warrior, and there was no small amount of snickering at the sight.
The two elves ignored them all, preferring to live in their own little world of new love and discovery.
Glorfindel enjoyed every minute of it. He smiled at every small gift, every sweet gesture. He felt complete for the first time in his life. The warrior was cared for and he was wooed by the small, dark haired beauty. He was an ellian for the first time in his life.
Erestor could not believe the gift the Valar had bestowed upon him. He was for the first time allowed to be the dominant one in a relationship. He was not looked down upon because of the way he looked, and he felt so very…strong. The Councilor relished the feeling, and he courted Glorfindel despite every confused glance and amused giggle.
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Glorfindel sat with his warriors at the end of a day of training, caring for his equipment like every good warrior did. He heard the shuffling and muttering from the others in the room, but he chose to ignore it. If they wanted to know something they would ask.
And ask they did.
“Why are you letting him do this?” asked one of the guards as the rest of the group gathered around.
“Let who do what?”
“Let Erestor treat you like he does. One would think it was you who was the ellian and he who was the ellon!”
There was a loud round of scoffing as they awaited Glorfindel’s answer. “And this would be a problem because…?” he drawled as he treated the cracks in the leather of his armor.
There was a startled noise from the crowd. “It’s not proper for him to treat you like this!”
“I assure you he is being completely proper and has followed every rule. He hasn’t even laid a hand on me yet.”
Silence from the group. They slowly departed with the conversation fresh in their minds. Surely it could not be…?
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And surely it was. One year after Erestor asked to court Glorfindel he proposed to his love and presented him with the silver rings indicative of engagement. One year after that they were married. Erestor and Glorfindel wore the traditional robes of a virginal ellon and ellian respectively. They spoke the correct vows. They took their places on the dance floor and Erestor took the lead. There was no small amount of confusion, and the majority still believed that the arrangement was nothing more than some huge joke that the two elves decided to pull upon the rest of Imladris.
Until Glorfindel got pregnant.
He had conceived on their wedding night; the most wonderful night of both of his lives. Erestor had been loving and patient, just as he had promised. The smaller elf had taken the lead in the bedroom just as he had on the dance floor. Glorfindel had trembled and quivered at Erestor’s ministrations, his body responding to Erestor’s demands. He lay panting and submissive on the bed, willing to let the dark-haired elf have his way with him. He bared his neck to Erestor’s questing mouth, whimpering when the sharp teeth pierced his flesh to mark him as belonging to his husband. They had both screamed in ecstasy as their bodies and souls had merged in the single most blessed moment of either of their long lives.
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When Glorfindel woke that morning while being held protectively by his husband, he knew immediately that something had changed…that more had happened that night than the mind-blowing binding of their souls. He woke Erestor with a kiss, and the smaller elf’s eyes cleared from reverie to gaze happily upon his newly bound mate.
They kissed lazily for some minutes before Glorfindel pulled back with a bright smile on his face. “Guess what.”
“What?” Erestor asked as he continued to kiss Glorfindel’s face.
“Guess.”
“You want me to ravage you until you won’t be able to ride for a month.”
“Well…that too, but there is something else.”
“Hmm?”
Glorfindel pushed Erestor back from where he was sucking at the bite mark on his neck to look into his eyes. “We made a baby.”
Erestor stared at Glorfindel in astonishment for a moment before a smile crept slowly across his face. “A baby.”
Glorfindel nodded and kissed Erestor’s cheek.
Erestor put his hands over Glorfindel’s toned, muscled stomach as if trying to feel the tiny little life growing inside. “I’m going to be an Ada.”
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And so it was that Glorfindel carried Erestor’s child. The soldiers could not believe their eyes as, over the months, Glorfindel’s svelte figure grew round with child. They knew that it could be no joke, as the captain frequently removed his tunic to stand with his torso bared during training sessions. The ellith and ellian of the house took Glorfindel under their wing, nurturing him as he never had been before. He learned how to make baby clothes himself as it was simply too troublesome to have a tailor make clothes for a growing infant. He learned how to care for children from experienced parents. He received a crash course in everything from diapering to toilet training. He loved every minute of it.
Erestor doted upon his husband, doing everything he could to make Glorfindel’s life more comfortable. It was adorable to watch him at the dinner table feeding Glorfindel the choicest bits of food. The looks of confusion that once adorned the faces of the Imladris population were now replaced by looks of fondness for the odd couple.
One year after their wedding, baby Alassë was born. She had her Ama’s golden locks and her Ada’s chocolate brown eyes.
She also grew to be a muscle bound warrior of great renown that wed an elleth, her girlfriend of many years, to the joy of her Ada and Ama.
Alassë = Joy (Quenya)
Ada = Daddy
Ama = name for an ellian parent
Ellian = hermaphrodite elf (word is both plural and singular)
Ellith = female elves
Elleth = female elf
Ellon = male elf
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Websites: Read updates and much more first at my livejournal: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ . Read my stories in an easy format at this archive: http://swoon.dreamelf.com/viewuser.php?uid=42 . Read all of my Erestor/Glorfindel only stories here: http://ressandfin.queencheetah.com/viewuser.php?uid=23
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: R
Warnings: Unconventional view of these two characters, in other words OOC. If you don’t like submissive Glorfindel, don’t read.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Glorfindel and Erestor discover that their differences make them a perfect match.
A/N: This story contains the idea of the ellian-a hermaphrodite elf.
Every night, the Chief Councilor and Captain of Rivendell came together for drinks and conversation. It was not uncommon to hear the enraged venting of either elf echoing through the halls. Their conversations tended to lean toward the same topics with very little variety in the subject matter. Neither elf truly cared; they were content to rehash the same themes over and over. It was a comfortable routine that they were both fond of.
Until one night when Glorfindel added a new addition to an old conversation.
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“This is IT. This is absolutely the last straw!” Erestor ranted as he plopped down on the sofa next to Glorfindel, wine glass in hand.
Glorfindel laughed at Erestor’s outburst. “You couldn’t even wait until we were seated and a glass of this delicious white down our gullets before you started, eh?”
Erestor smiled at his friend and raised his glass in salute before taking half the liquid in one go. “Better?” he asked.
“Now you’ll be drunk and cranky instead of just cranky.”
“Bastard.”
“I love you, too.”
Erestor took a more sedate drink of his wine and sat the glass on a side table. Glorfindel sipped his drink as he waited for his companion to continue his rant for the evening.
The dark haired elf pushed his braids back behind his ears as he sighed in exasperation. “I just don’t know what to do sometimes,” he began, more serious now. “If I hear one more person assume I’m an ellian, I think I’m going to bite someone’s face off!”
Glorfindel shook his head and swallowed his mouthful of wine. “We have this conversation at least once a month, Erestor. Haven’t you given up on this yet?”
Erestor looked stubbornly at Glorfindel. “I’ll give it up when I stop getting hit on like I was some wilting flower awaiting my handsome prince. It’s like everyone assumes that because I look like I’m an ellian that I’m a submissive little sheep to follow them wherever they may lead. For that matter, they assume that all ellian are submissive! How can anyone live as long as we do and not know that not every ellian is submissive?”
“It’s just like everyone assuming that every male is dominant. The majority presume that everyone else is also in the majority. The conveniently forget about the minority.”
Erestor frowned as he picked up his glass again and drained the contents. Glorfindel shook his head and sipped his drink again. That little elf could drink like a fish. Erestor fidgeted with his empty glass for a second before standing and retrieving the wine decanter. “I guess I would just like to be seen as what I am for once. I’m an ellon and I’d like to be treated like one once in a while.”
“You might have a little more luck if you had a little less hips and a little more shoulder.”
“I know what I look like, Glorfindel.”
“Then how can you ask others to think you are male?”
Erestor turned to look at himself in the mirror that stood near his dressing table. Staring back at him was the perfect example of an ellian. Strong but slim shoulders tapering down to a trim waist that expanded into a sensuous curve of hips. Face that had strong, but delicate features. The perfect mix of male and female. He sighed dejectedly as he turned away from the mirror and sat down again on the couch.
Glorfindel refilled his drink after taking the decanter from Erestor’s hand. “Can we move on to a new topic of conversation now? This one is becoming rather old very quickly anymore.”
Erestor finally tired of Glorfindel’s dismissal of the subject. “How can you possibly understand what I am going through?!” yelled Erestor as he turned to face the blond. “You just brush off my concerns as if they mean nothing! This really bothers me, Glorfindel!”
“What are you going to do, Erestor? Wear a sign? There is nothing you can do to change what you look like. No amount of weapons training will make you look more masculine. No cut of robe will hide your body shape. No hair style will cover your features. There. Is. Nothing. You. Can. Do.”
“But-”
“Get over it.”
“You have no idea what it’s like!!” Erestor fumed as he angrily gestured with his wine glass. “How can you tell me to get over it just like that?!”
Glorfindel refused to look at Erestor and instead carefully inspected the contents of his wine glass. “I know what you are going through.”
Erestor didn’t even stop to think before he shouted, “Know what I’m going through? You know what I’m going through? How could the great Balrog Slayer, the most handsome, the most masculine ellon in Middle Earth possibly understand what I am going through?”
Glorfindel, in an instant, became cynical and angered. “You are such a hypocrite Erestor!” he shouted back at the smaller elf. Erestor’s eyes raised in surprise. This was new. “You bitch and moan about others being blind when the cloth is firmly in place over your own eyes!” Glorfindel stood paced about the room, looking for a suitable place to be on the defensive. “You are not any better than anyone else. You assume just as much as they do. You see the superficial, just as everyone else does!”
Erestor’s eyes widened as he came upon a realization. “You’re not an ellon,” he whispered.
“And he finally figures it out after we’ve been friends for five centuries.”
“I-I don’t know what to say, Glorfindel. I’m…I guess I’m more than sorry. I feel terrible that I never…never noticed.”
Glorfindel finally stopped pacing and glared at his wine glass as if it were to blame for all of his problems. “It’s funny, isn’t it? How we have the opposite problem? You’re an ellon that looks like and ellian-”
“-and you’re an ellian that looks like an ellon.”
Glorfindel sat on the couch again, his anger spent and a sort of melancholy settling over him. “I wish I could just…do things that other ellian do. I like sparring, and I like hunting. I like all the things I do as Captain here, but sometimes…I would like to do…homey things. I even,” here, the blond paused and blushed brightly, “I even wish I could learn how to embroider.”
Erestor was looking at Glorfindel in a new light. He perused his friend’s features and his body, and he could not see any indications that the Captain was ellian. Just like him, only backwards. Erestor took the glass out of Glorfindel’s hand and set in on the table. Glorfindel finally looked into Erestor’s eyes and the dark elf gathered up his hands.
“Sometimes…” Erestor began slowly, “I wish I could be with someone that would allow me protect them and to care for them regardless of how I look.” The words came out softly, as if he were afraid that by saying them too loudly, something would shatter.
“Sometimes…” Glorfindel said in the same tone of voice, “I wish that I could be protected instead of always being the protector. I wish that I could be the one taken care of instead of the care taker.”
They sat together in silence for many minutes until Glorfindel broke the quiet with a single question, “Will you be my protector, Erestor?”
“Always,” was the quick and straightforward answer.
“Will you take me?” the question was nothing but a breathy whisper, barely audible above their own breathing.
“Are you ready? We only just-”
“I’ve been waiting for someone to understand me for two lifetimes Erestor. Now that you know…I don’t want to wait anymore.”
Erestor’s breath sped up as he realized he would be the first to ever take Glorfindel in passion. “Do you want this to be a…permanent arrangement? Because…I won’t do this otherwise. I don’t do casual flings.” Erestor smiled at his friend. “Then, of course you would know that about me.”
Glorfindel smiled back. “Then you should know that I also would not ask for a casual fling.”
“I do.”
“Then why did you ask?”
“Because it is proper for an ellon to court an ellian for many months before they lay together.”
Glorfindel’s smile broadened and his eyes glistened with tears. “You would court me? Just like-”
“Just like you should be courted. Just like every other ellian is courted. With time, patience, and love.”
Glorfindel sniffed and wiped at his eyes as the tears began to fall. “No one is going to believe this.”
“Then let them think they are hallucinating.”
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The population of Imladris looked upon the Councilor and the Captain in amusement and curiosity. Erestor courted Glorfindel in the proper tradition of an ellon courting an ellian. Small things gave them away: the way Erestor pulled out Glorfindel’s chair at dinner, the gifts of various flowers, Erestor’s stance when he was around Glorfindel. The smaller elf looked slightly silly while he stood protectively with the great warrior, and there was no small amount of snickering at the sight.
The two elves ignored them all, preferring to live in their own little world of new love and discovery.
Glorfindel enjoyed every minute of it. He smiled at every small gift, every sweet gesture. He felt complete for the first time in his life. The warrior was cared for and he was wooed by the small, dark haired beauty. He was an ellian for the first time in his life.
Erestor could not believe the gift the Valar had bestowed upon him. He was for the first time allowed to be the dominant one in a relationship. He was not looked down upon because of the way he looked, and he felt so very…strong. The Councilor relished the feeling, and he courted Glorfindel despite every confused glance and amused giggle.
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Glorfindel sat with his warriors at the end of a day of training, caring for his equipment like every good warrior did. He heard the shuffling and muttering from the others in the room, but he chose to ignore it. If they wanted to know something they would ask.
And ask they did.
“Why are you letting him do this?” asked one of the guards as the rest of the group gathered around.
“Let who do what?”
“Let Erestor treat you like he does. One would think it was you who was the ellian and he who was the ellon!”
There was a loud round of scoffing as they awaited Glorfindel’s answer. “And this would be a problem because…?” he drawled as he treated the cracks in the leather of his armor.
There was a startled noise from the crowd. “It’s not proper for him to treat you like this!”
“I assure you he is being completely proper and has followed every rule. He hasn’t even laid a hand on me yet.”
Silence from the group. They slowly departed with the conversation fresh in their minds. Surely it could not be…?
***********************
And surely it was. One year after Erestor asked to court Glorfindel he proposed to his love and presented him with the silver rings indicative of engagement. One year after that they were married. Erestor and Glorfindel wore the traditional robes of a virginal ellon and ellian respectively. They spoke the correct vows. They took their places on the dance floor and Erestor took the lead. There was no small amount of confusion, and the majority still believed that the arrangement was nothing more than some huge joke that the two elves decided to pull upon the rest of Imladris.
Until Glorfindel got pregnant.
He had conceived on their wedding night; the most wonderful night of both of his lives. Erestor had been loving and patient, just as he had promised. The smaller elf had taken the lead in the bedroom just as he had on the dance floor. Glorfindel had trembled and quivered at Erestor’s ministrations, his body responding to Erestor’s demands. He lay panting and submissive on the bed, willing to let the dark-haired elf have his way with him. He bared his neck to Erestor’s questing mouth, whimpering when the sharp teeth pierced his flesh to mark him as belonging to his husband. They had both screamed in ecstasy as their bodies and souls had merged in the single most blessed moment of either of their long lives.
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When Glorfindel woke that morning while being held protectively by his husband, he knew immediately that something had changed…that more had happened that night than the mind-blowing binding of their souls. He woke Erestor with a kiss, and the smaller elf’s eyes cleared from reverie to gaze happily upon his newly bound mate.
They kissed lazily for some minutes before Glorfindel pulled back with a bright smile on his face. “Guess what.”
“What?” Erestor asked as he continued to kiss Glorfindel’s face.
“Guess.”
“You want me to ravage you until you won’t be able to ride for a month.”
“Well…that too, but there is something else.”
“Hmm?”
Glorfindel pushed Erestor back from where he was sucking at the bite mark on his neck to look into his eyes. “We made a baby.”
Erestor stared at Glorfindel in astonishment for a moment before a smile crept slowly across his face. “A baby.”
Glorfindel nodded and kissed Erestor’s cheek.
Erestor put his hands over Glorfindel’s toned, muscled stomach as if trying to feel the tiny little life growing inside. “I’m going to be an Ada.”
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And so it was that Glorfindel carried Erestor’s child. The soldiers could not believe their eyes as, over the months, Glorfindel’s svelte figure grew round with child. They knew that it could be no joke, as the captain frequently removed his tunic to stand with his torso bared during training sessions. The ellith and ellian of the house took Glorfindel under their wing, nurturing him as he never had been before. He learned how to make baby clothes himself as it was simply too troublesome to have a tailor make clothes for a growing infant. He learned how to care for children from experienced parents. He received a crash course in everything from diapering to toilet training. He loved every minute of it.
Erestor doted upon his husband, doing everything he could to make Glorfindel’s life more comfortable. It was adorable to watch him at the dinner table feeding Glorfindel the choicest bits of food. The looks of confusion that once adorned the faces of the Imladris population were now replaced by looks of fondness for the odd couple.
One year after their wedding, baby Alassë was born. She had her Ama’s golden locks and her Ada’s chocolate brown eyes.
She also grew to be a muscle bound warrior of great renown that wed an elleth, her girlfriend of many years, to the joy of her Ada and Ama.
Alassë = Joy (Quenya)
Ada = Daddy
Ama = name for an ellian parent
Ellian = hermaphrodite elf (word is both plural and singular)
Ellith = female elves
Elleth = female elf
Ellon = male elf