Spring Has Brought the Evenstar to Rivendell

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Title: Spring Has Brought the Evenstar to Rivendell
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
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Beta: Patricia Pleasant aka slayer9649
Chapter: 1/1 Sequel to “Spring in Rivendell”
Pairings: Elrond/Glorfindel/Erestor, Elladan/Elrohir implied
Warnings: Hermaphrodite, hermaphrodite pregnancy, erotic images of male elves copulating, voyeurism, exhibitionism, incestuous thoughts and actions, birth scene, marked lack of fainting/whining pregnant male
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Do not sue. All I got are college loans and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: A star is born.
A/N: This story contains the idea of the ellian-a hermaphrodite elf. This is a small sequel to “Spring in Rivendell.”

Ama: what an ellian parent is called. I made this word up. What? I made up the ellian, so I think I should be able to make this up too…

//thoughts here//

Two identical elves ran haphazardly through the Last Homely House, knocking over anything in their path…Including several very perturbed servants.

“Hurry ‘Ro!” yelled Elladan as grabbed his brother’s hand to pull him along faster. “We’re going to miss it!” Elrohir sped his steps in the race to their parent’s rooms.

They burst through the door in and screeched to a halt looking frantically around the room.

“Did we miss it?! Are we too late?!”

Elrond shook his head at his harried looking sons. They were so endearing sometimes. They were adult in years, but not old by any stretch of the imagination. Their youth was no more glaringly obvious than at times like this. “My sons, you should know these things take time. We will be here for many hours yet. We only just sent the servant to fetch you!” Elrond finished pouring the cool water into the small basin. He lifted it and a soft cloth and made his way to his husband’s bedside. Elladan and Elrohir followed him and knelt down beside the bed, staring at their Ama in wonder. Lying on his side was Erestor; Glorfindel sat behind him massaging the muscles of the prone elf’s back. Elrond wet the cloth and used it to cool Erestor’s face.

“Thank you, beloved,” Erestor said. He looked to his children and smiled. “You act as if I was dying.”

“Are you sure you’re not?” asked Elrohir.

“Aye, my little ‘Rohir,” Erestor chuckled. “I’m going to give birth, not battle the beasts of Morgoth.”

“Same difference,” muttered Elladan.

Erestor laughed outright at Elladan’s sullenness. “Here,” he took a hand from each of his sons, “feel.” He placed the slightly shaking hands over his belly. They had felt the expanding womb before, many times in fact, but this time there was something sacred about feeling the tense muscles under their hands work to bring their sibling into the world. “‘Tis not so bad.”

“If you say so.”

Erestor started to chuckle again, but it was interrupted by a sharp intake of breath. The twins let out startled little cries as the muscles under their fingers twitched violently. For several moments there was silence while the dark-haired elf breathed steadily, and as Erestor relaxed the twins released sighs of relief, and he could not help but feel amused at his sons’ behavior. The twins were more upset over the ordeal he was going through than he was.

“How-how long is this going to take?” gulped Elladan.

Elrond smiled indulgently at his sons. “Several hours at the least. Your Ama is small, and the baby is large. It will take quite some time for your little sister to make her appearance.”

The Lord felt so very blessed that the Valar had given his family this chance. After Erestor had healed from his ordeal birthing the twins, Elrond had discovered that the damage done to his husband had rendered him infertile. They had thought that there was no way Erestor could conceive again. Erestor had been so terribly upset, and it had taken him many months to come to terms with this new development in his life. Eventually, the little family had decided to be happy as they were. It had come as a great surprise when Erestor had announced this pregnancy.

The months after his announcement went much more easily than Elrond had thought they would. He had expected complications due to the damage to his husband’s womb, but there were no such problems…except a very strong aversion to cheese. Since there was only one baby to support instead of two, Erestor had not been incapacitated as he had been during his first pregnancy. In fact, he had been working the previous day as normal, and had only complained about an aching back late in the day before bed. He had truly gone into labor very early that morning.

As his sons fussed and hovered over their Ama with Glorfindel puttering in the background, Elrond made further preparations that would be needed much later in the birthing process. He smiled as he watched Glorfindel lean over and kiss Erestor’s cheek lovingly. That sweet kiss reminded him of the night that Erestor conceived.

It had been the most erotic night of his life.

********FLASHBACK – one year earlier********

The drums of the spring celebrations rumbled through the air. The night was filled with the sounds of laughing elves and pulsing drums, the smell of good food and better sex, and visions of exotic beauty and tempting pleasures. Elrond sat on his roughly hewn throne enjoying the night to the fullest. He watched as his sons frolicked in the fire-light with their Ama. Erestor led them in dances, showing them the steps and nuances that made the dances the sensual works of art they were. The Imladris Lord stroked Glorfindel’s hair as he looked on. Glorfindel in turn was sitting on the ground at Elrond’s feet; a great tamed lion with his head nestled in its master’s lap.

Erestor danced his way from the fire and took up residence in Elrond’s lap, and he pulled Glorfindel’s head onto his own lap. “Would you two like to dance with me?”

Elrond laughed heartily. “You know that neither of us dance, dearest one. We save the honor for you.”

“We would look like a couple of old, weakened ducks wobbling around out there!” Glorfindel exclaimed.

Elrond raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think I would look *that* bad.”

Erestor laughed and removed himself from Elrond’s lap. “Come!” he demanded. “Come dance with me!” The dark elf began moving to the music slowly and divinely, shedding more and more clothing as he moved farther away.

Elrond and Glorfindel could hear his purrs loud and clear even above the roar of the fire and the cacophony of songs and music. The two Lords slowly stood and followed their husband around the fire, not wanting to miss any glimpse of naked skin. Erestor laughed and started to move faster and faster away. Naked, he broke into a sprint toward the ceremonial alter that stood to one side of the festivities. Elrond and Glorfindel followed in hot pursuit, not willing to let such a decadent prize escape so easily. They caught him just as the darkling tried to vault the alter, bringing him down underneath them in a tangle of limbs on top of the granite monstrosity. They laughed happily at the sheer exhilaration of being alive on these magical nights of spring. The three kissed passionately atop the alter, oblivious to all until the calls of encouragement reached their ears. Elrond lifted his head to see many elves surrounding them, all cheering on their Lord and his husbands. Glorfindel noticed Elrond’s distraction and he too lifted his head to examine their surroundings. Erestor could have cared less and pulled both of his beloveds back down upon him. Elrond felt a wave of lust crash over him at the thought of taking Erestor where everyone could see. He felt the same rush run through Glorfindel, and he flushed a brilliant scarlet and hid his face in Erestor’s neck. Erestor forcefully pulled Elrond’s head back up and stared at him through half-veiled eyes.

“Do it,” he murmured sultrily. “Show them all who I belong to. Both of you.” He began to purr, and he spread his legs wantonly. Erestor seemed like a one of the nymphs of legend. The advisor’s black hair trailed down the side of the alter and his bronzed skin shone with sweat. The golden lion pushed Elrond on top of Erestor and sat himself on the front of the alter to face the crowd. One would always be free to protect the other two when in a compromised situation. They would never risk another incident like what happened so many years ago.

The crowd continued to dance and sing as Elrond slowly stroked Erestor to greater heights of passion. His hands wandered over the dark skin and he kissed coal-lined eyes. He slowly pushed up the darkling’s legs and teased the taut, strong muscles of the lean thighs. The Lord scanned the gathered elves. Some were oblivious in favor of dancing around the bonfires, others watched intently while becoming involved with partners of their own. //Let it never be said that Imladris lacks entertainment,// thought Elrond as he finally sunk his member inside Erestor.

As the Imladris Lord made love to his councilor upon the alter, Elladan and Elrohir stood with the crowd and watched with interest. Their father looked like some primeval God of times past as he took the dark elf. Erestor looked like an offering the way he was splayed out on the ceremonial alter. It actually felt appropriate to see the three elves, all Lords of the Valley, come together in such a way during the festival. This was a time to celebrate love, fertility, and sex, and the fact that the Lord of Imladris made passionate, wild love with his husband on an alter for all to see was…oddly fitting.

“Our parents are beautiful, are they not?” remarked Elladan as he watched Elrond shudder and release his seed into Erestor.

Elrohir smiled and wrapped his arm around his twin’s waist. “They are truly magnificent.” Both watched as Glorfindel traded places with Elrond, and he too began to make love to Erestor, leaning down to place a sweet kiss to his cheek.

**********END FLASHBACK*********

“And what has such a look on your face, my husband?” queried Glorfindel as he helped Erestor sit up so he could drink a tiny bit of water.

“Just reminiscing, my love,” Elrond replied with a smile.

“You’re thinking about something dirty and perverted. I know that look,” stated Erestor as he finished his small sips of water.

Elladan and Elrohir laughed at the blush on Elrond’s face and his pregnant husband gloated until the next contraction washed over him. Then his attention was once more centered on breathing and conserving his energy for later.

**********Many hours later************

Glorfindel sat behind Erestor, bracing the smaller elf as he half screamed, half moaned and pushed with all his might. The dark-haired ellian heard none of the words of encouragement or instruction as he labored, all he knew was the urge to push. One last, agonized scream echoed through the room and Erestor collapsed against his husband, exhausted.

Elrond carefully cleaned the baby’s mouth and nose. The child hiccupped and sputtered, twitching fiercely as she was handled. Her little arms flailed wildly, and Elrond had to smile at her spunk. He cut the cord that bound birth-giver and child after tying off both ends. He gave the blue-ish, white-ish, and slippery baby to his sons to clean and care for as he helped Erestor birth the placenta.

The twins returned a short time later with a much improved looking sister in their grasp. She was starting to pink up, and she actually looked more like an Elfling than an alien being.

Erestor, too, had been cleaned and now lay resting on fresh sheets while Glorfindel re-braided the messy and sweaty hair. It was too soon to fully bathe his husband, so this would have to do for now. Erestor’s eyes were closed as he rested. Unusual for elves, yes, but his body needed a deep, healing sleep to recover as quickly as possible. The tired, but happy, eyes opened as Erestor was once again moved into a reclining position against Glorfindel’s chest. He arms shook slightly from weariness as he held out his hands for his baby, and Elrond helped his husband to cradle the babe against his naked chest. Erestor smiled as his Lord sat by his side and stroked his face lovingly. However, he didn’t look up from the little, scrunched face with big, bright blue eyes that occasionally blinked open.

“She looks like both of you,” Erestor commented to his husbands. “She has Glorfindel’s eyes and face, but her ears are more rounded, like Elrond’s.”

“She is a little of all three of us,” stated Glorfindel.

They sat in silence for a moment as the twins seated themselves on the opposite side of Erestor as their father. The Advisor looked up for a moment at the awe-struck eyes of his sons as they watched the little babe nuzzle Erestor’s chest and find a nipple to suckle. Glorfindel draped a soft cloth over his husband’s shoulder and wrapped it around the babe to keep her and her Ama warm.

“I think,” said Erestor quietly, “that this little treasure should have a little bit of all of us.” He looked up at the twins. “I think you should name our little treasure, my sons. That way, she will always carry a little of everyone in our family with her at all times.”

The young Peredhil’s broke into identical smiles.

The twins bid their family good eve and kissed their Ama on the brow before they left to ponder what they would name their little sister. They stayed awake the entire night throwing suggestions at one another until they had finally decided on the perfect name for the little one.

As dawn broke, the two dark elves let themselves into their parent’s rooms. They were not surprised to find all three of their parent’s already wide awake. Elrond was scolding Erestor for trying to do too much too soon, and Glorfindel was shaking his head and smirking as he made tea.

Erestor fidgeted with the pins on the baby’s diaper as the twins helped themselves to scones and tea.

“So,” said Erestor as he bundled the baby in a warm blanket. “What shall we be calling this wee one from now on?”

“Arwen Undómiel,” they said in unison. Elladan looked hopefully at his parents and Elrohir clenched his hands together tightly.

“That’s quite a name for such a little thing,” commented Glorfindel.

Elrond laughed softly and replied, “But something tells me that it will be perfect for her when she’s older.”

Erestor smiled and held up his little baby to snuggle her close. “Spring has brought the Evenstar to Rivendell,” he said happily as the warm light of the new spring bathed Ama and daughter in its radiant glow.