Glorfindel led Erestor back to his rooms. After closing the door behind him, he steered the trembling Elf to the fire place, where they slowly went down onto their knees. Erestor's arms came up behind him, pressing him close. Glorfindel returned the embrace, waited for the shaking Elf to rest his head on his shoulder and then rocked him slowly until the emotional storm had passed.
"I... am-m s-so s-sor--ry..." stuttered Erestor, his face buried in Glorfindel's silken hair. "I n-never...w-wwant-ted t-to f-fall... apart l-like this-s." He felt ashamed for breaking down in front of the Elda. It was beyond him why Glorfindel continued to put up with him.
Glorfindel drew in a deep, steadying breath. "You need to let go, nîn amdir. You have kept this locked up inside you for so long, and now that it is finally allowed a way out, your pain demands to be heard. Do not feel ashamed or embarrassed, melamin."
Erestor continued to sob for a few more minutes and then lifted his head, making eye contact with the blond. "Why are you s-still here? Aren't you f-fed up yet with m-my behavior?"
Glorfindel's eyes shone with love and understanding. "I am not your father, Erestor. I won't get cross with you for being upset."
Feeling caught, Erestor lowered his gaze at once. He had wondered when Glorfindel would be angry with him for the first time, but so far the Elda had only shown patience and understanding. "I am s-sor—"
But Glorfindel interrupted him. "There is no reason to be sorry, melamin. Just allow me to comfort you." Erestor's tears stopped and using his sleeve, Glorfindel wiped away the tears still sitting on the dark-haired Elf's face. "Do you feel better now?"
Erestor nodded reluctantly. It was true; he did feel better. "And n-now what?" He felt adrift on a sea of emotions and couldn't think straight.
"Now we will take a hot bath, dress you in a sleeping robe and then I will hold you tight for the rest of the night." Glorfindel smiled proudly, realizing he had made Erestor smile. "I take it you would like that?"
Erestor smiled shyly. "Aye, I w-would." The Elda got to his feet and pulled him along into the bathroom. Suddenly his nervousness returned. Did Glorfindel plan on them taking that bath together? Shuffling his feet, he watched in amazement as the blond began to take off his clothes. A moment later, a naked Glorfindel looked at him, raising an eyebrow at finding him still dressed. "I..." he stuttered, embarrassed, wondering what to say or how to act.
Glorfindel walked over to Erestor and took the dark-haired Elf's hands in his. "Do you trust me?" If Erestor said no, his world would shatter into tiny pieces.
"I do," choked out Erestor, "But..." Biting his bottom lip, he stared at the blond's magnificently shaped body. "I d-do not compare to you." And he didn't want Glorfindel to accidentally see the scars on his neck.
Unexpectedly Glorfindel began to unbutton his tunic, and Erestor continued to bite his lip, shuffling nervously.
To Glorfindel, Erestor looked like a trapped animal, deadly afraid of having to suffer more pain. "Trust yourself to me, melamin. I promise to take good care of you."
Erestor had lowered his gaze and was now staring at Glorfindel's hands, which removed his belt, letting his robes fall open. "I am a-afraid I will d-disappoint you," he admitted in a strangled tone. He flinched when Glorfindel pushed down the robes. They now pooled at his feet, revealing his trembling, naked body to the blond. His breath caught when the golden-haired Elf knelt in front of him, but then he realized Glorfindel wanted him to step out of his boots, which he promptly did.
Glorfindel got to his feet again and extended one hand to lead Erestor into the pool of warm, scented water. The pool was big enough for both of them and he slowly guided Erestor down the steps until the water reached their waist. "Sit down."
Probing the ledge, formed beneath the water surface, Erestor slowly sat down and stared at Glorfindel, who reached for the soap. Erestor felt paralyzed when the golden-haired Elf sat next to him, pulling him close. Glorfindel's legs parted, and the Elda pulled him even closer. His breath caught, feeling the blond's still lax sex pressed against his buttocks. Overwhelmed, he closed his eyes, but that didn't stop the tears from rolling down his face.
Glorfindel was unaware of the second emotional storm that was now raging inside Erestor and began to tend to his lover's hair, washing it gently. His gaze was drawn to the scars and he wondered if he could bring them up. He really wanted to know what had caused them. Cupping his hands, he rinsed Erestor's hair. Frowning, he realized that Erestor's shoulders shook and the raven-haired Elf had wrapped his arms around his waist. "Melamin, are you crying again?"
Glorfindel rested his hands on Erestor's shoulders and turned the other Elf around so he could look at his face. The tears had reappeared, but there was something else that shone from the dark eyes; fear. But no, that couldn't be! Why would Erestor be afraid of him? "Nîn amdir? Please confide in me and tell me what has upset you!"
Erestor's lips became a thin line. He knew Glorfindel had no idea what had sparked his fear and he didn't want the Elda to think this was his fault. "It is n-nothing." He opened his eyes and hesitantly met Glorfindel's gaze.
Realizing he had to do something, Glorfindel asked, "Does it have something to do with these scars?" He let one fingertip trace the scars and caught Erestor's startled gasp.
"Please... do not t-touch me in that m-manner." Erestor bowed his head and began to sob again. Just when he had thought things were finally looking up, Glorfindel had to ask that particular question.
Glorfindel stopped caressing the damaged skin, but he refused to break off bodily contact and wrapped his arms around Erestor's waist, forcing the dark-haired Elf to lean into the embrace. Erestor seemed reluctant at first, but then rested his head against the blond's shoulder. Glorfindel released a relieved sigh. "Remember, you can trust me. You can tell me what caused them."
"But I do n-not want to t-tell you!" Erestor's eyes filled with sadness and remembered fear. "I do not w-want you to look at me... w-with loathing in your eyes."
Glorfindel frowned. "Why would I look at you like that?"
Erestor trembled, but realized this had to come in the open. He hoped he wouldn't lose Glorfindel's love, but the Elda had a right to know the truth. "P-put your ha-hand on my n-neck."
Glorfindel trembled when he followed Erestor's instructions. His heart skipped a beat when the raven-haired Elf bowed his head. "What are you doing?"
His surroundings suddenly faded. The bathroom was gone and Erestor was back in his father's house. Eridhren had a tight hold on him, bending him forward. "M-most of the time I br-brought my f-father to orgasm b-by using my hands... or my m-mouth... whatever he d-desired... but in the end... it w-was no longer enough."
Glorfindel started at Erestor's continued stutter and realized the Elf was lost in his memories. He quickly removed his hand, pulled Erestor against him and stroked the long hair. Giving his lover the time he needed, he waited for Erestor to continue, already dreading the terrible things to come.
"He was about to f-force himself on m-me and... and I... I ran. I could n-not let that hap...pen." Erestor needed to see the expression in Glorfindel's eyes and looked at the blond. Seeing the sadness and understanding in the sapphire eyes slightly reassured him and made him continue. "I knew... I would d-die if I l-let him t-touch me in that w-way."
"So you ran?" Glorfindel was holding his breath. "You must have been so scared, so confused."
"But even b-back then... I was d-determined to s-survive... and get away from him... I w-wanted a better life for myself... b-but I did not know how... t-to accomplish that." More tears escaped Erestor's eyes. "I r-ran..., but he caught me and gave me the worst b-beating I ever had to endure... I ran again... and this ti-time I headed for Thranduil's throne r-room... I hid b-behind his throne and w-when he f-found me I knew I was s-safe... I begged him to k-keep my fa-father away from me... and he d-did... Only a f-few hours l-later... I was traveling... to Imladris."
Glorfindel tightened his hold on the trembling Elf. Erestor looked startled by this maneuver, but eventually returned the hug. Making sure Erestor was tightly enfolded in the embrace, Glorfindel used one hand to lift the trembling Elf's face until Erestor finally made eye contact. Staring deeply into the dark pools of pain and sorrow, Glorfindel sighed deeply. "Why did you not tell me earlier? I knew your father abused you, but I never realized he actually tried to force himself on you in that way." But it explained why Erestor had flinched when he had settled the dark-haired Elf between his legs.
"I... c-could not-t t-tell you," whispered Erestor in an emotional tone. "I could n-not t-tell... anyone. The only one... who k-knew was Thranduil... and... he pr-promised to n-never tell a l-living soul... My secret-t was s-safe... with him."
"It must have been hard for you to build a life here in Imladris." Glorfindel now caressed the long, wet strands of dark hair, occasionally pushing them behind a delicately curved ear.
"It w-was... Elrond wanted to send me b-back... when he realized I had not r-reached m-majority... and I do not know what I w-would have d-done... if he had insisted I l-left. I would n-never have returned home... I would probably have fa-faded." Erestor studied the Elda's eyes. Glorfindel seemed shaken, but was still holding him. Did that mean the blond still wanted him?
"I will have to thank Elrond for letting you stay then." Suddenly tired of discussing the past, Glorfindel leaned in closer and touched his lips to Erestor's. The dark-haired Elf flinched away from the touch and stared at him. "I just want to kiss you, melamin."
Erestor lowered his eyes. "No one e-ever has. I d-do not know how... What..." Confused, he looked pleadingly at the blond. "I do not k-know what to d-do. I have been alone... for so long."
"That has changed, melamin." Glorfindel determinedly tried again, and this time succeeded in bestowing a gentle kiss on trembling lips.
"I will d-disap-p-point you," repeated Erestor. "E-e-motionally I am a m-mess, and I am not s-sure I will ever be able to r-return your kisses, your touches, and your... l-love."
Glorfindel immediately soothed him. "Melamin, so many things have happened in these last few days and it is understandable that you feel confused. Give yourself the time to recover."
"But you cannot... want a lover who fl-flinches at every t-touch! Who clamps up when k-kissed!"
But Glorfindel smiled warmly. "I am not worried about those things, for I am sure you will feel more confident in time, and you do trust me, do you not?" Erestor nodded once, biting his lip again, something which Glorfindel found utterly charming. "Would you wash my hair?" He had to do something to take away the tension that had build between them.
Erestor took hold of the soap, and slowly washed Glorfindel's long mane. Sitting on the Elda's lap felt odd and he prayed to Elbereth that his lover wouldn't grow aroused; he wouldn't be able to deal with that.
Glorfindel read that very thought in those dark, startled eyes and realized just how fragile Erestor still was. It would take time for the raven-haired Elf to adjust to his new life. "I love your touch," he said, trying to reassure Erestor, who was now rinsing his hair. Seeing Erestor blush made him smile warmly. "Will you let me comb and braid your hair later?"
Erestor returned Glorfindel's gaze shyly. "Then the s-scars will show."
"Does it matter?"
"I do not want anyone to s-stare at them... They will wonder what caused them."
Glorfindel drew in a deep breath. "Elrond and the twins have already seen them."
Erestor grew pale. "They have...?"
"When they cared for you. Elrond told me that one of the twins discovered them. And I do not want to worry you, but I think they already figured out that your father was responsible for them. They might not know the details you just told me, but—" Glorfindel stopped talking, seeing the embarrassed expression on Erestor's face. "You should stop worrying about these things. Your father is gone and you should concentrate on your recovery."
Erestor felt nervous. "Why do you want to b-braid my hair?"
"Because I love the way it feels when I run my fingers through it, and I have a particular design in mind for these long, beautiful tresses." Erestor's pallor changed into a blush, slightly reassuring Glorfindel. "Wait here for me. I will fetch some towels."
Erestor was surprised when the blond lifted him effortlessly and placed him on the ridge beside him. Glorfindel then exited the pool and Erestor's breathing slightly sped up, seeing droplets slide down the blond's gorgeous body. He panted in surprise when his groin tightened. He was growing erect, but that couldn't be happening! Ashamed, he wished his erection would go away, but then Glorfindel bend down to pick up the towels and the perfect round globes sent another wave of desire through his body. Quickly, he closed his eyes. I cannot lust after him like that. It is wrong.
Glorfindel heard Erestor's sharp intake of breath and looked over his shoulder at the dark-haired Elf. Erestor's eyes had closed and a panicked expression lay on his face. He quickly hurried back to the pool and searched the Elf's face. "Melamin?" The blush on Erestor's face confused him. "Come out of the water. It is growing cold."
"I cannot... do that," stuttered Erestor in embarrassment.
Glorfindel frowned. "Why is that?" He unfolded a towel and held it in front of him, hoping to lure Erestor from the cooling water.
"I can... not," whispered Erestor, panicking now that his arousal refused to fade. Why had he looked at Glorfindel when the blond was bending over?
Realization finally dawned on Glorfindel and he trod carefully, knowing that Erestor's ideas on sexuality differed from his, which was understandable, considering what the Elf had been through with his father. "Melamin, I am honored that my body pleases you. There is nothing wrong with desiring me in that way."
"But it is... wrong," whispered Erestor, stricken now that the blond had figured out he was erect. "I do not want to... to be like my father."
Glorfindel swallowed hard, dropped the towel and descended into the pool again. His hands now clutched either side of Erestor's head and he made sure he had the Elf's undivided attention when he addressed him again. "You are not your father, Erestor. You are a compassionate and caring soul, who deserves to be loved. Please do not be afraid to explore the physical side of our love." He paused, uncertain if he should address this now, but in the end, he decided he should. "You have never had a lover before?"
"Never," whispered Erestor, nervously.
"But you did touch yourself when the tension in your body became too much?" Glorfindel knew this topic made Erestor uncomfortable, but it was better to discuss it now.
His arousal was fading now that they were discussing this and Erestor sighed, distressed. "Only when I had to... I tried to do it at little as possible."
Glorfindel cursed Eridhren for doing this to Erestor. "It is normal to find pleasure in touching yourself, melamin." Taking the plunge into the deep, he added, "I would like to touch you and bring you pleasure."
"Right n-now?" Erestor's throat tightened with tension. His voice sounded hoarse when he added, "Why?"
Glorfindel chose his words carefully. "What your father did was wrong. Forcing you to touch him like that was wrong. He should never have done that, and because of it you never found pleasure in touching your body. I want to bring you pleasure and show you that there is nothing wrong when lovers touch each other in that way. I want to see passion and rapture in your eyes. I want you to pant my name when reaching orgasm. Let me free the passion that you have kept locked away for so long?"
Erestor blushed, hearing Glorfindel's words. "It is still beyond me... w-why you want me."
"I know you do not understand," said the Elda in a saddened tone. His hands dived beneath the water and he entwined his fingers with Erestor's. "The water has turned cold. Come with me and let me dry your skin and braid your hair." The sensual moment had passed, and he could tell by looking into the dark eyes that Erestor's arousal had faded.
Erestor nodded slowly. Glorfindel was right; the water was cold and making him shiver. He followed the Elda out of the water and allowed Glorfindel to wrap several warm towels around his trembling frame. After the blond had rubbed him dry, Glorfindel reached for a sleeping robe and told him to put it on, which he gladly did. Being naked made him feel uncomfortable.
Glorfindel quickly dried his skin and then slipped into a shirt, which barely covered his private parts and buttocks. He took hold of Erestor's hand and led the Elf back into the bedroom, where he sat him down in front of the mirror, running first his fingers and then a comb through the black, tangled mass of hair.
Erestor still felt nervous, occasionally catching a glance of the half-naked Elf behind him. The fact that certain body parts were still visible unnerved him. Part of him wanted to reach out and touch the smooth skin, but another recalled his father touching him like that, and the last thing he wanted was for Glorfindel to feel pressured.
Glorfindel read the conflicting emotions in Erestor's eyes and it was the very reason why he refused to cover up more of his body. He hoped Erestor would feel more comfortable in time, maybe even confident enough to actually touch him when seeing him naked. "Would you open the bottom drawer for me?"
Erestor reached forward and opened the drawer, revealing a wooden box. He arched an eyebrow questioningly.
"Take it out of the drawer and place it on the dressing table." Glorfindel noticed the apprehension in Erestor's eyes and sighed. The raven-haired Elf said he trusted him, but was that the truth? And could he blame Erestor for being careful and suspicious after everything he had been through? "Now open it."
Erestor's fingers trembled when he opened the box. Tiny golden beads in the shape of flowers, and a circlet, with a flower woven into the gold, glimmered in the velvet clad box. Then he remembered; he had seen Glorfindel wear this on formal occasions. The circlet represented the house he belonged to when he had been captain of the Golden Flower in Gondolin.
"Hand me one of the beads?" Glorfindel had braided Erestor's hair into small plaits and now added the first bead, weaving it into the dark tresses.
"What are you d-doing?" Big-eyed, Erestor stared at the blond, who now told him to hand him more beads. He had never before worn his hair braided and now Glorfindel was also decorating it with golden, flower-shaped beads.
"I want to see you wear these. I think they will suit you very well." Glorfindel ignored Erestor's confused expression and reached for the front tresses, putting the same knots in them which Elrond liked to wear, once more adding the beads.
"W-why are you doing-g this?" Erestor swallowed hard. "I have hidden these s-scars my entire l-life, and n-now... you... are..." His voice faded, seeing the disappointed expression on Glorfindel's face in the mirror. Now he felt guilty for disappointing the blond!
Glorfindel sighed. "Do you want me to remove them?" He had hoped that Erestor was ready to stop hiding the wounds which Eridhren had inflicted on him.
Erestor almost nodded his head, but in the end, he whispered, "Leave them in-n." Instantly the smile returned to Glorfindel's face and he couldn't help smiling back. "But I do think it looks r-ridiculous."
"Why?" Glorfindel finished weaving the last bead into the dark hair and then checked his handiwork. Erestor looked breathtaking and he swore he saw golden specks in the dark eyes. Bending forward, he wrapped his arms around Erestor. "I think you look breathtaking, nîn amdir."
A fierce blush spread across Erestor's features and he quickly averted his eyes. "I do n-not look breathtaking. The s-scars make me look ugly." Then he sucked in his breath when Glorfindel's soft lips touched the scars, kissing the damaged skin. He was about to ask the Elda to stop when Glorfindel's fingers softly stroked the plaits, and that gesture took him aback, rendering him speechless. The amount of love displayed in the kisses and touches nearly brought tears to his eyes.
"I have not finished yet," whispered Glorfindel into Erestor's ear. He reached past the dark-haired Elf and took hold of the golden circlet.
"No... Please... Don't." Erestor squirmed on the chair, lifting pleading eyes to meet Glorfindel's determined ones. "Why... are you... doing this?"
"I want you to know how much I love you."
"But others might see me w-wear it and..."
"Hush now, nîn amdir. I want others to see you wear it. I want everyone to know just how much I love you." Skilled fingers quickly worked the circlet into the braids until the coronet sat tightly in the long hair. "I have no ring to give you... yet, that is... but I hope this will prove my love to you. I want you as my life partner, my mate, do you understand that? I want to be with you for the rest of my life."
Erestor moved on the chair until he was facing Glorfindel, who now lowered himself onto his heels so they were level and could look into each other's eyes. "But you can do *so* much better. I am scarred for life."
Glorfindel determinedly shook his head. "I refuse to believe that. I understand that you feel like that right now, because your father reappeared, but you will feel more comfortable in time. And I will do my best to prove to you that I love you." He smiled warmly, wrapped his arms around Erestor's waist and rested his head in the dark-haired Elf's lap.
Erestor didn't know what to make of Glorfindel's affectionate gesture and slowly raised a hand to caress the golden hair. He nearly froze, hearing the blond purr his contentment at feeling his touch. "What do I do with you...? Why won't you listen to reason...?"
Glorfindel raised his head and grinned at Erestor. "You want to know what you should do with me? Love me. It is as simple as that."
"Not... that simple." Erestor sighed deeply. The night's events were catching up with him and he was growing tired. He doubted however, that he would be able to sleep.
Catching the fatigue in the dark eyes, Glorfindel rose to his feet and pulled him along to the bed. "We should sleep now. Arien will rise in a few hours and I want you rested in the morning."
Erestor went willingly, trying hard to avoid looking at the smooth round globes that showed beneath the blond's shirt. Another pang of arousal swept through him, nearly making him sway. Lying down, he quickly pulled up the covers, hoping the Elda hadn't noticed the return of his erection.
But Glorfindel had, and when he lay down, he allowed the shirt to move up his stomach, revealing his lax member, nestled in a bed of blond hair. Erestor's eyes seemed glued to his groin and he easily identified the curiosity and fear in the dark eyes. It would be a while before Erestor would dare touch him. "Would you snuggle up to me? I would love to hold you close tonight."
Erestor closed his eyes and returned to biting his bruised lip. He slowly moved closer to Glorfindel, rested his head against the blond's shoulder, and tentatively wrapped one arm around the Elda's waist. When his fingertips encountered bare skin, he blushed. The sensation sent another wave of desire through him and confusion overwhelmed him. What, in Elbereth's name, was happening to him? His hand rested on a slender hip and he gasped when Glorfindel draped one leg possessively over his, keeping him in place.
"Please open your eyes and look at me," requested Glorfindel in a soft tone.
Unable to deny the blond, Erestor locked eyes with him. Did Glorfindel know what kind of confusing sensations were coursing through him? But no, the Elda couldn't possibly know he was hard again and... Aiya, probing fingers brushed his erection and he wanted to jerk back, but Glorfindel held him in place. "What...?"
"Will you allow me to touch you? I want to pleasure you." And maybe Erestor would manage to fall asleep after climaxing. Maybe releasing this tension would ease his troubled mind -- or at least Glorfindel hoped so.
Erestor, caught up in his feelings, couldn't believe he was actually nodding his head, giving the blond permission to touch him. He didn't know why he longed for Glorfindel's touch, but he did. He wanted to get as close to the Elda as possible, and when skilled fingers curled themselves around his throbbing erection, his eyes widened impossibly.
"Be at ease, melamin. I love you and want to give you pleasure." Glorfindel moved a little closer and gently claimed Erestor's lips. The dark-haired Elf wavered, but then the lips and teeth parted, allowing him to dive into the warm cavern. Moaning into Erestor's mouth, he stroked his lover's hard flesh, enjoying the feel of pre-ejaculate that now dripped from the head. Releasing Erestor's lips, he smiled and teasingly licked the bruised lips.
Erestor couldn't believe this was really happening. Glorfindel was doing incredible things to him. One hand continued to stroke his arousal, whilst the other gently massaged the sac, bringing him to a shattering orgasm within seconds. His body shook and his mind was barely capable of accepting the pleasure that coursed through his body. Shaking like a leaf, he clung to Glorfindel, riding out maddening waves of ecstasy.
Looking into blue eyes, Erestor found them swimming with tears. "Are you... crying?" His body was still shaking with ecstasy when he gently wiped one tear from Glorfindel's cheek. "Why?"
Glorfindel smiled through his tears. "Because I am so happy!"
"Happy?" Erestor still trembled, quickly gathering Glorfindel close to him. The hand that had brought him to orgasm now rested on his hip, beneath his sleeping robe, and caressed his bare skin.
"Aye, happy, because you trusted me enough to allow me to touch you in that way. I could tell that you were scared." Glorfindel wiped away his tears and then grinned impishly. "You made me come."
Erestor frowned, puzzled. Stealing a look at Glorfindel's groin he saw that the blond had found release as well. "But how? I never touched you."
"Seeing you climax, and knowing I was the one doing this to you, made me come too." The impish smile remained on his face, as he kissed Erestor's lips one more time. "You have no idea what you do to me, do you?"
Erestor, still mystified, shook his head. "I am still trying to understand why you even want to be with me."
Glorfindel knew it was the truth and nodded once. "Let me clean us up and then we will try to sleep, agreed?"
Still puzzled, Erestor nodded. He sighed, distressed, when Glorfindel released him to fetch a wash cloth, and curled up where the blond's body had been, soaking up the warmth that still radiated from the mattress.
Glorfindel found him like that, dozing off already and he quickly cleaned them up. After disposing of the wash cloth, he slipped into bed again and Erestor immediately curled up against him, draping a leg across his thigh. The dark-haired Elf was clinging to him like his very life depended on it. "Sleep well, nîn amdir, and may you dream of our love." He kissed Erestor's brow and enfolded the Elf in a warm hug. "I will never let you go again."
Erestor, who was balanced between sleep and a waking state, still caught Glorfindel's words. Sleepy, and feeling sated after reaching orgasm, he whispered, "I love you, nîn meril, my golden flower..."
Glorfindel beamed with pride and love, hearing Erestor's admission. The raven-haired Elf was finally beginning to open up to him and obviously trusted him. "I will never betray your trust or your love," he vowed, his eyes growing heavy with sleep as well.
Within minutes both were sound asleep.
When Erestor opened his eyes the next morning, he found that he was still in Glorfindel's arms. The golden-haired Elf was sound asleep with his face nestled in the crook of his shoulder. Tentatively he raised a hand and caressed the long, silk hair, marveling at its beauty. What, in Elbereth's name, did Glorfindel see in him?
The Elda purred against his shoulder, moving closer to him, and Erestor sucked in his breath, feeling Glorfindel's erection brush his hip. What was he to do? He could pretend he was still asleep and ignore his lover's arousal. The last thing he wanted was for Glorfindel to wake up.
Stealthily, his hand drifted lower, down the fabric of the silk shirt and eventually encountered, hot, soft skin. Glorfindel smelled like a meadow, after a refreshing rain shower had released all kinds of sweet fragrances. The blond was seductive in his sleep and Erestor quickly pulled back his hand, berating himself for touching his lover when he was still asleep.
Several long moments passed and still Glorfindel wouldn't wake up. Now the golden-haired Elf even began to thrust against him, moaning pleadingly. Erestor swallowed hard, feeling at a loss. He wanted to return the pleasure Glorfindel had given him, but the blond was asleep! He couldn't touch him like that! It reminded him too much of finding his father at his bedside, fondling him. And although it had happened many decades ago, it felt like it had happened only yesterday.
"E...res...tor..." Glorfindel moaned and even in his sleep, his fingers curled in the black hair.
Biting his lip, Erestor wondered what to do. Maybe waking Glorfindel was the best thing to do after all. "Glorfindel, wake up," whispered Erestor, rubbing the blond's hip. The skin seemed to grow hot beneath his touch and he flinched away, letting his fingers tangle in the golden locks instead. "Wake up..." He sighed, relieved, when Glorfindel's eyes filled with awareness. "I do not know what to do."
Glorfindel frowned, wondering what Erestor was referring to. "What is it, melamin?"
"You... are... hard," stuttered Erestor, nervously.
Glorfindel smiled, relieved that nothing was wrong. "That is fairly normal."
Erestor averted his eyes. "I... would like to return... the pleasure you gave me.... last night..." Squirming in Glorfindel's embrace, he stared at his lover. "But not when you were... asleep."
Glorfindel thought he understood what was going on. "Your father would approach you in your sleep?" The mere thought was enough to make his morning erection go away.
Now Erestor felt guilty for worrying Glorfindel. The blond's arousal had faded and he knew it was because of what he had just revealed to his new lover. "It happened a few times, yes." Suddenly he was buried in a warm, all-enveloping hug. Glorfindel was squeezing the breath from his lungs and he gasped. "Please..."
Realizing Erestor was having difficulty breathing, Glorfindel loosened the hug. "I just want to hold you and keep you safe for the rest of your life." Erestor blushed, which made him smile. "Are you hungry, melamin?"
"I think so," admitted Erestor slowly. It had been a while since he had eaten a full meal, and breakfast was probably being served right now. "Do you want to head for the dining room to eat breakfast?"
"That," said Glorfindel, leaning in to press a teasing kiss on the tip of Erestor's nose, "is an excellent idea." Erestor stared at him, cross-eyed, when Glorfindel treated the tip of his nose to one sensual lick. "And now, we need to leave this warm bed!"
Erestor regretted letting go of Glorfindel, but watched the Elda as he walked over to his closet, not bothering to hide his private parts. "I do not have any clothes," realized Erestor. "I will need to go to my rooms." His features briefly contorted. "Aiya, I do not think I can ever go in there again." He would always see Eridhren lying on the floor, blood pooling beneath him.
"I will ask one of the servants to gather your personal belongings and to bring them here," decided Glorfindel, still checking the content of his closet. "You can wear my robes until then."
"Yours?" Erestor swung his feet onto the floor and rose from the bed. Slowly, he walked over to the blond, who had now selected a robe, made of a silk like material in a lovely shade of mauve. On the sleeves golden flowers had been embroiled.
"Would you wear these? I do think they will suit you." Glorfindel handed Erestor, who looked stunned, the robes and then reached to push back a wayward plait.
"I do not wear colors like this..." Erestor stared at the valuable garment, knowing it was one of Glorfindel's formal robes.
Glorfindel unhappily shook his head. "You wear black, grey and brown, and that is it. Very depressing colors, melamin. Why not try something new? The robes would go well with the circlet." The confused stare that Erestor aimed at him, made him smile. "The long winter of your life has passed. It is summer now."
Erestor resigned himself to Glorfindel's cheerfulness. "I will wear them."
Glorfindel allowed Erestor some privacy, turning around and selecting a green shirt and grey leggings for himself. A dark green cloak completed his outfit. Casting a glance in the mirror, he found that Erestor had slipped into the robes and was now putting on his soft, leather boots. The dark mane was in disarray and Glorfindel walked over to him, wrapping an arm around Erestor's shoulder and steering him to the dressing table.
Erestor sat down in front of the mirror and let Glorfindel fuss over his hair like the Elda had done during the night.
Satisfied, Glorfindel leaned in closer, rested his chin on Erestor's shoulder, and smiled. "You are beautiful, melamin. Are you ready to have breakfast?"
Erestor rose from the chair and straightened out his robes. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he blinked. Who was that Elf staring back at him? Was that really him? "I barely recognize myself."
Noticing the puzzlement in Erestor's eyes, Glorfindel simply smiled. "You will continue to amaze yourself, nîn amdir." Grabbing Erestor's hand, he pulled his lover along. It was time to eat breakfast.
Elrond shifted uncomfortably on his chair and glared at Thranduil. "Don't you dare apologize again!" Once Thranduil had realized he had left the half-Elf sore, Elrond had tried to stop him from apologizing over and over again. "I wanted it that way. It was not your fault."
Thranduil sighed, resigned, and gave in. "At least eat, then." He pointed at the delicious fruits, omelets and freshly baked bread the maid had just placed on the breakfast table. "Would you like me to pour you some tea?" That way Elrond wouldn't have to get up and walk over to the buffet.
Elrond nodded once. How could he convince Thranduil to not feel guilty? "I would love some," he said in the end, seeing the Sinda's hopeful expression. "And add some honey."
Thranduil quickly got to his feet, poured the tea, added the honey, and then placed the cup in front of the half-Elf. Their eyes locked and unable to hold back, he leaned in closer, claiming Elrond's lips and hungrily explored his lover's mouth again. He felt like he couldn't get enough of dark-haired half-Elf.
Glorfindel cleared his throat, trying to discretely announce their arrival. Glancing at Erestor, he was pleased to see a grin on his lover's face. "Elrond, Thranduil," he started, walking toward the table, "I hope you do not mind our company?"
Elrond grinned, hearing Thranduil sigh, exasperated. "Sit down, nîn glaur." After studying Glorfindel's eyes, his gaze traveled to Erestor and he gasped, surprised at the Elf's changed appearance. "Those robes look good on you," he said, complimenting Erestor, "They never looked that good on Glorfindel."
Glorfindel snickered, sitting down next to Thranduil. "Elrond, mellon-nîn, I would feel jealous if I did not know your heart belonged to Thranduil."
Now it was Elrond's turn to mutter softly. He briefly glared at his seneschal, but then his expression changed into a smile when he looked at Erestor. "You never wore your hair like that before. It suits you."
Erestor, feeling nervous now that all attention was focused on him, cleared his throat and looked to Glorfindel for help.
"It is the truth," said Glorfindel, shrugging his shoulders. "You are beautiful, lirimaer."
Erestor lowered his eyes and stared at his hands, resting in his lap. Nervous, he wondered why they were saying these things. He wasn't beautiful.
Thranduil realized that the teasing, however well it was meant, was getting to Erestor and silenced Elrond and Glorfindel by raising a hand. "That is enough." Everyone heard Erestor's relieved sigh and Thranduil frowned. Addressing his former protégé, he said, "I always looked upon you as a son, Erestor, and now, in the absence of your parents, I need to ask you a question."
Erestor trembled; he knew Thranduil well enough to know what that question was.
Glorfindel, growing worried at finding Erestor averting his eyes, glared at Thranduil. Suddenly Erestor's hand covered his, squeezing it tightly. The dark eyes beseeched him to remain quiet and to not interfere. He decided to wait and see what Thranduil wanted to know, but he wouldn't stand by idly in case the question caused his lover emotional pain.
"Glorfindel has clearly stated his claim, but what I want to know is if you love him as well. Do you really want him as your mate?" Thranduil searched very familiar eyes; he had learned a long time ago to recognize any deception in them. Eridhren had ordered Erestor to lie, but the young Elf had been a terrible liar and he suspected that that hadn't changed. Erestor's face would always be an open book to him. "Do you love him? Do you really want to be with him?"
Glorfindel held his breath, staring at the dark-haired counselor. What would Erestor say? But then his lover squeezed his hand, raised it, and pressed a kiss on his knuckles.
"Aye, sire, I love Glorfindel. I love him with all my heart and I want to be with him for the rest of my life. He has shown me life is worth living." Erestor saw the pride in Glorfindel's eyes and hesitantly leaned in closer, claiming the Elda's lips. Embarrassed at hearing Thranduil and Elrond sigh, he quickly pulled back, shooting Glorfindel an apologetic look.
Glorfindel had never been happier in his entire life. Erestor had taken the initiative and had kissed him in front of their friends! "I love you!" he exclaimed loudly, bringing Erestor's hand to his chest and resting it close to his heart.
Thranduil and Elrond exchanged a pleased look. All Erestor needed was time, and Glorfindel was patient enough to take things slowly.
Unable to deal with the attention aimed at him any longer, Erestor looked at Elrond and asked, "Where are the twins this morning?"
Elrond frowned; Erestor was right. The twins should be here. Where could they possibly be?
"Elladan, can you not do this alone? Why do you need me to be there as well?" Elrohir cringed when they reached the door to Legolas' guest quarters. This was the last place that he wanted to be. Not even Elladan's company had kept his thoughts chaste last night. When he had finally fallen asleep after tossing and turning for hours, he had dreamt of Legolas, feeling the blond's lips pressed against his.
His crush was making it hard for him to think logically and he turned, trying to sneak out of the corridor. But then Elladan grabbed him by the collar, pulling him back.
"Where do you think you are going?" Elladan wasn't sure if he should pity or envy his brother for having these feelings. He had never been in love before and wondered about his brother's behavior. "We will merely escort him to the dining room and then we will leave, joining today's patrols. By the time we get back he will have left Imladris again." He had hoped his words would reassure Elrohir, but instead his younger brother's features contorted.
"Left?" Elrohir didn't want Legolas to leave!
Elladan sighed, and then knocked on the door. "Legolas? It is Elladan. We are here to escort you to your father." Looking at Elrohir, he added, "And you are staying, brother."
Elrohir nervously shuffled his feet, trying to regain his outer calm. He couldn't let Legolas see how confused he felt!
The door opened and Legolas stepped into the corridor. Did the Imladris Elves always get up this late? He had been awake for hours! "Please lead on. I do not want to keep my father waiting."
Elrohir briefly swayed on his feet and was grateful when Elladan reached out to steady him. Pulling himself together, he drew in a deep breath, trying to appear calm. "Will you stay for a longer period of time or do you plan to leave shortly?"
"That depends on my father," said Legolas, wondering about the blush that had settled on Elrohir's face. The half-Elf was nervous and his eyes darted wildly in their sockets. Elladan however, was calm and controlled. He followed the twins down the endless corridors and halted when the half-Elves did. Elladan opened the door and signaled for him to follow.
Legolas stepped into the dining room and located his father at once. "Ada..."
Thranduil, surprised to see his youngest son, rose from the chair, left the table and walked toward Legolas. "What are you doing here, ion-nîn?" He wrapped his arms around his son and hugged him tightly, whilst whispering, "Are you well? Did something happen to Valthoron?" His first worry would always be for his sons.
Legolas returned the hug, whispering, "All is well at home. I am here because Celeborn asked me to deliver a message." Pulling back, he smiled warmly at his father. "You look well, Ada."
Thranduil felt relieved; this morning he had actually made an effort to conceal the still-healing bite mark. He would have hated for Legolas to find out about his new lover in that way. But he would have to tell Legolas about Elrond shortly; his son was intelligent enough to figure things out -- and then there was Elladan, who, he recalled, didn't mind blurting out the truth. Locking eyes with Elladan, he mutely asked the half-Elf to remain quiet and was relieved when Elladan seemed to understand, nodding once.
Elrond rose from his chair, and welcomed his guest. He had been stunned to see just how much Legolas resembled Thranduil. His lover had been right when he had said that his youngest had taken after him. "Welcome to Imladris, Legolas. I am honored to finally meet you. Your father speaks highly of you."
Legolas' eyes narrowed with suspicion. The last time he had talked to his father he hadn't received the impression that his father and the half-Elf were friends and now Elrond was honored to meet him? Strange. But his father had taught him well, and he said, "Your sons have already welcomed me to Imladris last night, Master Elrond. And I am honored that you now welcome me personally."
"You arrived last night?" Thranduil frowned and then sought out Elladan's gaze. "Why was I not told?"
"We thought you might like to rest after attending Eridhren's funeral," explained Elladan in a nervous tone.
"His funeral?" Legolas locked gazes with his father. "Ada, it seems we need to talk."
"Aye, Elrond, would you excuse me? I need to inform my son." Thranduil waited for Elrond to nod and then folded an arm around his son's shoulder, leading him into the corridor and then into the gardens.
"Ada, what is going on here? Since when are you and Elrond on friendly terms?" He would never forgive the Peredhel for hurting his father's feelings in the past. Elrond had seemed kind, but he wasn't fooled by the mellow exterior.
"There is a lot you do not know..." Thranduil sighed, wondering how to tell Legolas that Elrond and he were lovers once more. "Let us sit down." He steered his son toward a bench. "First tell me why you are here."
"Celeborn asks if you would consider joining forces with him. Orcs were sighted near his borders and he is growing worried."
Thranduil nodded once. "There is already a messenger on his way to ask Celeborn the same thing. Mirkwood is now allied with Imladris and we would be even stronger if Lothlorien joined in as well."
"Celeborn will be pleased to hear that." Now that the formal matter had been discussed, he searched his father's eyes and found Thranduil averting them when his look became too probing. "What are you hiding from me? I cannot remember you ever avoiding my gaze before. Ada? Is something wrong? Are you well?" Worried, he took hold of his father's hand, squeezing it.
"Legolas, there is something you should know, but I am afraid of your reaction." Thranduil stole a glance at his son. Legolas was wise for his years and so strong. His youngest had always given him joy and unconditional support. He had to believe Legolas would accept this as well. "Elrond and I talked." He sensed Legolas tense up next to him and cringed.
"Ada, he hurt you so badly in the past. Do not let him hurt you again." Legolas rubbed his father's knuckles. "I cannot bear to see you suffer."
"Aiya, Legolas..." His nervousness increased. "I took him back as my lover." He flinched, waiting for his son's reaction. When Legolas remained silent, he looked up, locking gazes with him. "Please say something."
Legolas probed his father's eyes, finding hope, and fear of rejection. He couldn't say he was completely surprised; he had always known that his father had continued to feel attracted to Elrond. "Are you sure, Ada? Are you sure he won't desert and hurt you again? You spent so many millennia mourning that love. Do you really think Elrond is sincere?"
Thranduil nodded; he understood that Legolas was worried. "I think he is sincere. No, I -know- he is sincere!" Thranduil clasped his son's hand in his. "Elrond finally realized what he lost when he chose Gil-galad over me. I know he won't make the same mistake twice. Please give him a chance to prove himself. For my sake?"
Legolas sighed deeply, still maintaining eye contact. "You never stopped loving him."
Thranduil felt relieved now that Legolas seemed to understand. "You are right. I still love him."
Legolas straightened his shoulders and stared determinedly at his father. "If Elrond hurts you, he will answer to me!"
Thranduil smiled nervously at seeing the fierce expression in his son's eyes. He knew Legolas well enough to know his son was serious. "Do not hurt him, Legolas, for he is dear to me."
"I will try to get along with Elrond... and his sons... because you love him." Legolas cleared his throat, feeling rather emotional. "But if he hurts you..."
Thranduil smiled, proudly. "Then you will avenge my honor, pen-neth?"
"Of course I will!" Legolas meant every word he had said. Returning his father's smile, he added, "Do you want me to stay or to return to Mirkwood?"
"Would you stay, Legolas? We rarely see each other these days." Thranduil smiled at his son. "And I would like you to befriend Elladan and Elrohir."
Legolas groaned; he should have seen that one coming. "I will try." The twins seemed nice enough. "And what will you do?"
"I will stay for another month and then I will return to Mirkwood." He paused, feeling nervous. "Elrond said he would stay with me in Mirkwood for one year and then we could return to Imladris and reside here for a year."
"That sounds reasonable," agreed Legolas, and then changed their topic. "And what happened to Eridhren?"
Thranduil nodded once and then took the time to update his son.
Elrond sensed something was wrong with Elrohir, and continued to study his youngest son, who looked pale. When Thranduil and Legolas returned, Elrohir almost seemed to panic.
Erestor, seated next to Elrohir, had also noticed that something was wrong and now slowly rested his hand on the younger half-Elf's, hoping the touch would reassure him.
Glorfindel was pleased to see Erestor reach out to Elrohir and hoped it was a new beginning. Erestor had locked his feelings away for so long.
"Is something wrong, Elrohir?" Erestor followed the direction of Elrohir's stare and found it was directed at Legolas. Elrohir quickly looked away, but that glance told the experienced counselor all he needed to know. So Elrohir felt attracted to Legolas? How would Elrond and Thranduil react when learning this? However, he didn't plan on enlightening the two Elf-Lords... Yet.
"I do not feel well..." whispered Elrohir, hoping his twin would come to the rescue, but Elladan merely smiled at him.
Thranduil and Legolas seated themselves at the table and the elder Elf looked at Elrond, wondering if something had happened during his short absence.
Elrond couldn't help being concerned, recalling that it was his sons' turn to join the border patrols - and if Elrohir wasn't feeling well, he was inclined to make him stay. Suddenly the perfect solution came to him. "Elladan, you can lead the patrols today. And Elrohir? Would you stay and show Imladris to Legolas?" Elrond completely missed the look of panic in Elrohir's eyes as his gaze shifted to Legolas. "I assume you will stay for a short while?"
Legolas nodded once. He had promised his father to stay and to befriend Elrond's sons.
Elrohir sought out his brother's gaze and shot him a trapped look. They had to trade places! There was no other way! Just being close to Legolas caused him to stop thinking logically. Elladan, you have to switch places with me! You must!
"Elrohir, I trust you to take good care of Legolas. Show him around and make sure he feels welcome," said Elrond, who had completely missed his son's bewilderment. "Now that Legolas has decided to stay he should feel at home here."
Mortified, Elrohir averted his gaze and stared at the floor. Why wasn't his father noticing his discomfort? Maybe because Elrond was already smiling at Thranduil and had mentally dismissed him? His gaze traveled to Elladan, pleading with his twin to have mercy on him, but when his brother shook his head, he knew he had to somehow survive the afternoon without utterly embarrassing himself.
"You will be fine," whispered Elladan, squeezing his brother's shoulder for moral support. Then he turned and left to join the border patrol.
Realizing that Legolas was expectantly looking at him, he cleared his throat. "Please follow me." Finding that his voice was shaking with emotion made him tremble. Legolas was probably wondering if Elrond's youngest son was a simpleton for acting in this way.
But Legolas managed a weak smile. After pondering Elrohir's reactions, he realized the younger twin probably felt nervous, like he did. "Lead on, Peredhel."
Shivers traveled down Elrohir's spine, hearing Legolas' soft, melodic tone. He guided Legolas back inside and gave him a tour of the Last Homely House. Legolas' alert expression told him the Elf was trying to memorize as much as possible. "These are my rooms, which I share with Elladan.
"You share a room with your brother?" At first Legolas wondered about that, but then realized that being twins probably provided the two half-Elves with a very tight bond.
"It has always been that way," said Elrohir, shrugging his shoulders. "We are twins."
Legolas smiled warmly. Hearing Elrohir put it like that made him realize it was that simple to them; they were twins. They shared each other's lives. "Show me the rest of Imladris," said Legolas, already falling in love with the light and warmth the place radiated. He could tell Elrond had taken great care when building this safe haven. "This truly is a beautiful and peaceful place. You must greatly enjoy living here."
Elrohir was eager to keep the conversation going, as he was afraid a silence would be awkward between them. "What is life like in Mirkwood?"
"Dangerous," said Legolas in a firm tone. "The wood is full of predators."
"Do you live underground? In caves?" Elrohir shivered momentarily. "I cannot imagine what that is like."
Legolas chose his words carefully. "You were misinformed. We live in talans, high up in the trees. The caves come in handy occasionally, but we do not live in them."
Elrohir stopped in his tracks and sought out those heavenly blue orbs, which radiated life and passion. He easily lost himself in their expression and he quickly averted his eyes, afraid to give himself away. This was folly. Why had Elladan refused to help him out by taking his place? When exactly had he lost his heart to Legolas? And how could he ever hope to reclaim it?
Legolas located a bench beneath an old oak tree and sat down. Elrohir, unable to do anything else, followed suit and seated himself as well, but at an appropriate distance from the blond. He didn't want Legolas to grow suspicious and realize he had feelings for him.
Legolas studied the half-Elf. Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir were so different from the way he had imagined them. They were smart, compassionate, caring and not to forget extremely handsome. Aye, he understood why his father had fallen for Elrond. Looking at Elrohir, he saw a rare beauty, and a warm light shining from within. Clearing his throat, he asked, "And what do you think about my father and yours binding themselves in such a way?"
Elrohir swallowed nervously. "I like Thranduil. I never thought I would, but I do. Maybe it is because he feels so protective of Erestor... and I always loved Erestor. He has a good heart."
Legolas nodded. "I know about Eridhren's perversions. My father always made sure that my brother and I never stayed in the same place as he was." But Elrohir hadn't really answered his question yet. "Do you approve of their relationship?"
Elrohir answered honestly. "My mother left for Valinor many years ago and my father always seemed so sad after that. Thranduil has rendered that. When I now look at my father his eyes are alive again. So aye, I approve. I want him to be happy."
"Your mother sailed for the Undying Lands as well?"
Legolas' soft tone, which nearly bordered on anguished, made him seek out those impossibly blue orbs again. "After a pack of Orcs attacked her she was suffering in mind and body. She had started to fade, and letting her sail for Valinor was the only way to keep her alive." Elrohir wondered what it was about Legolas that made him want to open up to the blond. "I still miss her. I know she loves me, but I wish she were still here with me."
Legolas closed his eyes momentarily. They had more in common than he had thought. "My mother sailed for the Undying Lands one day after I reached my majority. I miss her too."
Their gazes met and they smiled, saddened, at each other. Legolas wondered about the Peredhel. When he had come here he had been determined not to like the half-Elves, but he couldn't help liking Elrohir. "Will you show me the rest of Imladris as well?"
"Of course," said Elrohir, smiling. "This way."
Legolas followed, curious to find out more about Imladris and its inhabitants.
"What would you like to do today?" asked Glorfindel. They had in walked the beautiful gardens and had enjoyed the rich fragrances of the blossoming trees and flowers. The hesitant glance that Erestor directed at him made him raise an eyebrow inquisitively. Erestor seemed painfully shy, and yet passion showed in those dark orbs as well.
"I..." Erestor's voice first faltered, but then he tried again. "I want to go to your rooms and..." He nearly gave up on voicing his needs and desires, but Glorfindel's warm and encouraging gaze made him continue. "I would like to... touch you."
The last two words were barely audible and Glorfindel had to strain to hear them. His heart thundered with joy. He raised Erestor's hand, which he had been holding during their stroll and brought it to his lips, placing a tender kiss on the knuckles. "I greatly desire to be touched by you."
Erestor nervously cleared his throat. "You do not think me... forward?" His eyes darted in their sockets uncertainly. Seeing Glorfindel shake his head, he added, "It is just I... I have never felt this comfortable with anyone before and... I want to deepen our relationship. I just do not know how."
They had reached a bench and Glorfindel pulled Erestor into place beside him when he seated himself. It would be best to discuss this now before they took things further in the bedroom. "I think you do know how."
Erestor nodded, letting some strands fall in front of his face. Most of the plaits however, kept his dark tresses in place and he sighed dejectedly, realizing he couldn't hide behind this black curtain any longer. "I would like to... to touch you. To return the pleasure you gave me." In the end, he shyly raised his gaze and looked at Glorfindel from behind long eyelashes. "But I do not want to pressure you."
Glorfindel brushed silk strands behind Erestor's ears and waited for the dark-haired Elf to meet his gaze. "I trust you, nîn amdir. I -know- you could never hurt me and you would -never- pressure me, because you -are- this hesitant and shy." He hoped he had emphasized the right words in order to calm Erestor's nerves. "I really crave your touch, the caresses you can bestow on me. I hope that one day we will be able to make love."
Erestor closed his eyes momentarily, trying to force back his tears. "To make love..." his voice faded into nothingness. "I would like that."
"Open your eyes and look at me, melamin?" Glorfindel's heart ached at seeing the swimming dark orbs. "Give yourself the time you need and take small steps."
Erestor smiled warmly and tentatively touched a finger to the blond's lips. "I love you so much for being patient with me."
"Patient?" Glorfindel sighed, dejectedly. "After learning what your father did to you I am honored that you can still bear my touch. Whatever you can give me is more than enough."
Erestor was beginning to feel depressed now that their conversation had taken such a turn and he reached for Glorfindel's hands, burying them in his. "Can we go to your rooms now? I think I am ready to take one of those small steps." The way Glorfindel's azure eyes lit up made his heart beat faster. "But... I want you to promise me something."
"What?" Glorfindel would promise Erestor anything he wanted. Rubbing his lover's fingers between his, his breath caught, seeing the passion hidden beneath Erestor's shy surface. What kind of lover would the dark-haired Elf be once he had shed his fears?
"I want you to tell me to stop when I do something that makes you uncomfortable. Please," he added, seeing Glorfindel's expression, "This is important to me. My father never gave me any choice, but I want you to know that..." Suddenly the tears welled up and flowed down his face. "That you -do- have a choice."
"I understand," whispered Glorfindel compassionately. Enveloping Erestor in a warm hug, he encouraged the dark-haired Elf to rest his head on his shoulder. He simply held on tightly. "I love you, nîn amdir. I love you." He repeated his admission countless times until Erestor relaxed against him, pressing closer toward him.
Erestor drew in a deep breath, knowing what he had to do, what he -wanted- to do. Slowly, he freed himself of his lover's embrace and rose from the bench. Glorfindel's hands were still in his and he pulled the Elda to his feet. "Will you come with me and trust yourself to me?" He didn't know where he found the courage to take the lead, but Glorfindel's warm expression assured him that the blond wanted to take this step as well.
Glorfindel cradled Erestor's hands fondly in his and followed his dark-haired lover to his rooms, smiling blissfully.
Erestor nervously coughed, closing the door behind him. They were back in the blond's rooms and he wavered momentarily, his gaze drawn toward the bed.
"Lirimaer?" Glorfindel moved closer to Erestor, searching his gaze. "Are you having second thoughts? We do not have to do this right now."
"I -want- to do this. I -need- to do this!" Erestor pleadingly locked gazes with the Elda. "I want to show you how much I love you."
"Melamin, I already know how much you love me."
Erestor nervously shuffled his feet. Lowering his eyes, he asked, "Will you remember your promise?"
"Aye, I will." But he doubted Erestor could do anything that would make him uncomfortable. Except if he does something that makes *him* uncomfortable. Then I will stop him. "What do you want to do?"
Erestor swallowed hard, trying to rid himself of the lump that had formed in his throat. Still holding Glorfindel's hand, he stared at the floor whilst leading the blond to the bed. "I... I do not know how far I can take this." He bit his bottom lip and finally found the courage to look at his lover. "Maybe this is not fair to you and we should stop."
Glorfindel's heart missed a beat. He placed a finger under Erestor's chin and smiled encouragingly. "I am your willing subject, melamin. Do whatever you want with me."
Erestor, taking heart at hearing his lover's words, nodded. Raising a hand, he rested it at the nape of the blond's neck, letting the golden strands tease his fingertips. "You are so beautiful, Glorfindel, like Arien herself." Seeing the Elda smile, he leaned in closer, very slowly, and touched his lips to Glorfindel's. The delighted moan that fled from the blond's lips hummed through his body and traveled to his groin. "You have no idea how much you mean to me or how much I love you."
Glorfindel's eyes darkened to midnight blue, hearing his lover's words. He had expected many things, but not Erestor verbally making love to him. At least, that was what it felt like now that his lover was weaving this seductive web of words around him.
"I love you too." He whispered the words against Erestor's lips. The dark-haired Elf wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him closer. Delighted at Erestor's move, he eased into his lover's embrace and happily parted first his lips and then his teeth when Erestor's tongue demanded entry.
Glorfindel's knees buckled under the sensual caresses. His gaze was still locked with Erestor's and he could tell the other needed the eye contact. Sighing blissfully, he allowed Erestor's tongue to chase his and eagerly awarded victory to his lover when the Elf's tongue intertwined with his. Slowly Erestor retreated, leaving him breathless. "You taste so sweet," he panted softly, wondering about the raven-haired beauty in his arms. He had the feeling he was in for a few surprises.
Erestor closely monitored his lover's reactions. Glorfindel seemed to enjoy the kiss and he felt encouraged now that the blond's eyes had darkened with passion. Placing his hands on his lover's chest, he gently pushed him down, until Glorfindel was sitting on the bed. Suddenly his nervousness returned; what was he supposed to do now?
Glorfindel saw the return of his lover's uncertainty and lay back, staring dreamily at Erestor. Reaching out, he took hold of the raven-haired Elf's hands and pulled him on top of him. And that was all he planned to do. Now it was up to Erestor to decide where he wanted to take this.
Looking at his flaxen-haired lover, Erestor carefully straddled his hips. He hadn't expected this to be easy, but they were both aroused, and panting with need. After placing his hands on either side of Glorfindel's head, he dotingly looked down at his lover, whose pupils had dilated with need. Elbereth help him, but he felt the same way. What had he done? Suddenly he panicked. Could he finish what he had started? He nearly jumped off the bed, fleeing the room, but then the palms of Glorfindel's hands rested against his cheeks, wiping away the tears that he hadn't realized were flowing again.
"You are doing so well, lirimaer. Please do not stop now." Glorfindel hoped it was what Erestor needed to hear. He was incredibly pleased that his lover felt confident enough to take this step. "I want you to touch me in whatever way you desire."
Erestor had devoured Glorfindel's words and he nodded once. "I want this too." Bending down, he claimed the blond's lips again. He constantly maintained eye contact, knowing that when he closed his eyes, his father's face might appear to taunt him. Glorfindel answered the kiss with an eagerness that made his passion blaze anew. Slowly, he lowered himself until he blanketed the blond, always looking for signs of discomfort in those heavenly blue eyes. "Am I not crushing you?"
"You hardly weigh a thing," whispered Glorfindel, feeling hypnotized as he looked into those passion-clouded orbs.
Feeling uncertain, Erestor carefully rubbed his erection against Glorfindel's, and even through the fabric he moaned at the exquisite sensation it caused. Groaning, he tried to lose himself in the sparkling, sapphire eyes.
Glorfindel involuntarily held his breath, wondering if Erestor knew how seductive he looked, rubbing himself like that. He was tempted to remove Erestor's clothes so he could finally worship his lover's body as he was supposed to, but he stopped himself, knowing Erestor needed to be in control.
Fortunately Erestor's passion-driven mind had the same idea. "May I undress you?"
Glorfindel groaned, and nodded approvingly. "Please." Looking up at Erestor, he threw back his head, exposing his throat to his lover, hoping the dark-haired Elf would indulge him.
Erestor briefly felt confused, but then lowered his lips onto the smooth skin, lapping and then softly biting. Glorfindel released a series of needy groans and Erestor looked at the blond in sheer amazement. He had never expected Glorfindel to surrender this quickly, this willingly. "What do you want?"
"Whatever you can give, lirimaer ..." managed Glorfindel through his lust-induced haze. "Just touch me..."
With shaky fingers Erestor unbuttoned Glorfindel's shirt, slowly sliding it down the bronze skin. He marveled at the smooth skin and lovingly ran his fingertips over the willing flesh.
Glorfindel arched his hips, wantonly, begging his lover to increase their bodily contact. Panting with desire, he quavered at the delicate touch, feeling Erestor's fingertips slide down his skin. "More, please..."
Erestor, once more biting his bottom lip, removed Glorfindel's shirt and stared at the hairless chest. Running his fingers down the blond's chest, he encountered a hardened nipple. Just touching it seemed to catapult Glorfindel off the bed. His lover panted, pleadingly looking into his eyes. Experimentally, he rubbed the nub of hard flesh between his fingertips and then squeezed cautiously.
Glorfindel wasn't sure how much more of this torture he could take. His erection strained against his leggings and he was afraid he would come right there and then. It took every ounce of his self-discipline to not rub himself against Erestor in order to find release.
Erestor stared at his lover in wonder. "Do you like this?"
"I crave it!"
Erestor briefly wondered if this would spin out of control, but this was Glorfindel and the blond would never, ever hurt him! Reassured, his hands reached for the Elda's waistband. Leaning in closer, he bestowed a shower of feather light kisses on his lover's smooth chest.
When Glorfindel thought he couldn't possible be more aroused, a slick tongue encircled one of his nipples and then eager lips suckled gently. "Aiya, Erestor!"
At once, Erestor pulled back; scared he had done something wrong. "Forgive me, I thought..."
Realizing Erestor had taken his passionate cry the wrong way, Glorfindel buried his hands in the black hair, gently pulling his lover closer to him. "Don't stop, Erestor, just don't."
Reassured, Erestor let his tongue dash out and lap at the other, formerly neglected nipple. Glorfindel arched his back and seemed to thrust against him and only then did he realize that he was driving the Elda mad with desire. "Do you wish to come?"
Glorfindel's eyes widened at that. Long past thinking rationally, he nodded. "Please..."
Erestor hooked his fingers behind the waistband and slowly removed the Elda's leggings. "Raise your hips," he commanded softly. His heartbeat quickened when Glorfindel obeyed eagerly. He dropped the green leggings onto the floor and took in his lover's naked body. "Beautiful," he whispered, adoringly.
A smile surfaced on Glorfindel's face, hearing the compliment. He almost suggested that Erestor removed his robes as well, but in the end, he didn't voice that thought. He wanted Erestor to act freely.
"May I t-touch... you?" stuttered Erestor nervously. His hand hovered above the blond's erection, but he didn't touch the hard flesh yet. He wanted permission first.
"Please..." Glorfindel suddenly realized just how many times he had said that word during these last few minutes. Erestor already had him begging for more! "Please, melamin, place your hands on me!"
Erestor rested one hand against Glorfindel's abdomen. Making eye contact again, he cautiously wrapped the fingers of his other hand around the blond's erection, feeling shy when he found the hard flesh slippery and eagerly responding to his touch.
Glorfindel helplessly raised his hips, trying to create more friction so he could finally reach orgasm. Looking into Erestor's eyes, the obvious wonder in them took him aback. "What are you thinking?"
Glorfindel's question surprised Erestor, who licked his lips.
Glorfindel groaned pitifully, seeing his lover's tongue moisten his bruised lips. Never before had he found that sight so seductive.
"I am thinking how much you must love me to entrust yourself to me in this manner." Erestor tightly curled his fingers around the eager flesh and stroked slowly, almost teasingly.
Bucking hard, Glorfindel stared at his lover. He needed more, needed to feel Erestor close. "Kiss me?"
Erestor, trying hard to maintain the rhythm he was stroking his lover in, leaned in closer and kissed the blond hard. Suddenly his hand slipped away from the slick shaft and he cursed softly, almost apologizing for his nervousness.
"Don't..." panted Glorfindel, seeing a pained expression slip into his lover's eyes. "I love you..." He rested one hand at the nape of Erestor's neck and kissed him passionately.
Erestor folded his fingers once more around the hot flesh and resumed stroking, wanting his lover to reach orgasm. Glorfindel took him by surprise by folding his arms around him, crushing him close to him and rhythmically thrusting into his hand. Mesmerized, he stared into large, blue eyes and then he felt the blond tense against him. Warm cream spurted onto his hand, whilst Glorfindel clung to him.
Glorfindel couldn't remember ever coming this hard before. Looking into Erestor's eyes, he smiled, still panting. "Oh, lirimaer..."
Releasing the now sated flesh, Erestor lay down next to the blond. He wasn't sure how to react when Glorfindel snuggled up to him. Acting instinctively, he wrapped his arms around the Elda, holding him close. His heart thundered madly in his chest at the realization that he had brought his lover to orgasm. "D-did you l-like it?"
Glorfindel raised eyes, filled with disbelief, at his lover. "Lirimaer," he started, still panting, "I cannot remember ever coming like that before. Does that answer your question?" He couldn't believe that Erestor still doubted himself. "I love you." He would never tire of saying it, knowing Erestor needed to hear it over and over again. "I love you, Erestor."
Erestor blushed. "I take it... you liked it then?"
"Oh, I did!" Now that the ecstasy had faded and no longer hindered his thinking, he adoringly looked into his lover's dark eyes. "There is no reason to doubt yourself, melamin." Calming down, he returned the embrace, ignoring the fact that he should be cleaning himself up. Holding Erestor and reassuring him was more important. "I must admit that you surprised me. I never expected you to take this step, at least not this soon."
Erestor shrugged and averted his eyes. "What I really want is... is to m-make love with you," he stuttered, nervously.
Glorfindel sighed, tiredly. He waited until Erestor looked at him and then said, "But we made love just now. There is more to making love than penetration."
Flinching, Erestor tried to look away, but Glorfindel rested his palm against his face, making sure the eye contact remained. "You already came such a long way, nîn amdir. Don't push yourself to take a step when you are not ready for it."
Erestor managed a weak smile. You are so good for me, so patient. I do not deserve you.
Glorfindel frowned, as if catching an echo of that thought. Realizing he needed to distract the brooding Elf, he said, "And why are you still clothed when I am naked?"
Now Erestor's smile turned genuine. "I like it when you are naked."
Glorfindel briefly entertained the thought of offering to bring his lover to orgasm as well, but he could tell Erestor's arousal had faded; it no longer pressed against his stomach. "Will you join me for a bath then?" His fingers moved through the tangled strands of raven hair, slowly undoing the braids and removing the circlet. "That cannot have been comfortable when you were asleep," he remarked, running his fingers through the now loose hair.
"I did not mind," whispered Erestor, his eyes shining with love. "I hardly felt any discomfort. It means a lot to me that you want me to wear it... even in public."
Hearing that nearly brought tears to Glorfindel's eyes. "I will braid your hair if you do mine."
Erestor's smile was filled with love and pride, looking at his lover. As words eluded him, he just leaned in closer and placed a passionate kiss on the blond's luscious lips.
"I take it that is a yes then?" teased Glorfindel, feeling delighted when the dark-haired Elf playfully poked him in his side. "Ah, definitely a yes!"
Erestor smiled at him with swimming eyes. "You are my life, Glorfindel. I want to be with you for the rest of my life."
"Is that a proposal?" Glorfindel's smile remained, but something else appeared in his eyes. "Would you bind yourself to me by taking the vows?"
Erestor suddenly realized that the time for teasing had passed. This was serious. "I would... gladly."
Glorfindel brushed an elusive lock behind Erestor's pointed ears. "You would be mine for the rest of our lives?"
"Is that a proposal?" asked Erestor, breathlessly staring at the blond.
"Aye, it is... Will you give me an answer or make me wait?" Oh, Erestor's eyes had already given him his answer, but he wanted to hear his lover say the words.
"Aye, I want to be yours for the rest of my life, Glorfindel." Unable to stay in control of his raging emotions any longer, Erestor flung himself at the blond, holding on tight.
Smiling, Glorfindel placed a kiss on Erestor's hair. "Then I will be yours... forever."
Thranduil watched Elrond closely when the half-Elf sighed. The Lord of Imladris sat slightly slumped forward behind his desk in the study. For one moment it looked like all of Arda rested on the half-Elf's trembling shoulders. Aye, he reckoned it would feel like that to Elrond at times.
Elrond rubbed his brow, and then set to massaging his temples. He felt tired and weary. These last few weeks had been more taxing that he had shown them to be, and he longed for some peace. If he had been able to, he would have sneaked into his bed to lose himself in sleep for the next few hours. But there were reports to read, letters to reply to; a never-ending flow of correspondence continued to come his way. Why wasn't he ever allowed to fully unwind and rest? Because, obviously, he was the Ruler of Imladris, and so much depended on him.
Elrond tensed slightly, almost having forgotten about Thranduil's presence. But then his lover placed his hands on his shoulders, massaging the tense muscles. He bowed forwards and sighed, contented. Thranduil had always had magical hands when it came down to massages.
The groan that left Elrond's lips made Thranduil aware of how exhausted the half-Elf really was. "You should rest."
"I cannot do that. There are so many letters... Reports..." Elrond's voice faltered when Thranduil's talented fingers worked on a sore spot just above his shoulder blade.
Thranduil frowned, recalling something Elrond had admitted to him earlier; that the half-Elf liked him to take control. Now he was severely tempted to that just that... and he did.
Elrond moaned disappointedly when Thranduil stopped the divine massage. Drawing in a deep breath, he said, "Thank you," and reached for the next report. But then the blond's fingers curled around his wrist and he looked up in surprise. The determined look in Thranduil's feline's eyes took him aback.
"You are going to rest, Elrond," decreed Thranduil. "I can see how tired you are and I do not like it!"
Elrond smiled faintly. "I wish I could..." He gasped when Thranduil pulled him to his feet, exercising just enough force on his wrist to pull him along and out of the study. "What do you think you are doing? Where are we going?"
"Your rooms," said Thranduil between clenched teeth. "And do not give me any arguments. This is -not- up for discussion!"
Elrond stared at the blond in sheer amazement. Was this really Thranduil? He had never acted like this before! "But..."
"I said no discussion." Thranduil opened the door to Elrond's private chambers, pulled the half-Elf inside and then closed it behind them. "You are tired and need rest."
Elrond smiled, and shook his head. "What has gotten into you?"
"I am concerned," said Thranduil, suddenly wavering. "And you said that... that you liked me to take control. That is what I am doing right now." Had he made a mistake in dragging Elrond here? "I apologize if I was out of line."
Staring at the blond in pleased disbelief, Elrond smiled warmly. Thranduil had really listened to him and was now trying to take charge? That was an unexpected, but welcome development!; "Don't apologize, nîn glaur. You just took me by surprise."
"I understand if you want to return to your work," offered Thranduil, shuffling his feet. He had obviously overdone it.
Elrond gave the blond a long, thoughtful look and then pressed the length of his body against his lover's. "You were right; I like it when you take care of me. And now tell me, what do you want me to do?"
Thranduil's eyes widened in surprise. "You want me to--?" Uncertain, he searched Elrond's eyes.
"You wanted me to rest..." supplied Elrond, helpfully. "Don't stop now."
Thranduil cleared his throat, suddenly overcome by the trust he saw in the half-Elf's blue eyes. "I want you to lie down and rest. Preferably, I want you to sleep."
Elrond smiled, pleased, walking over to the bed and sitting down on it. His gaze never left Thranduil's, wondering how far the blond was prepared to take this. He began to recline onto the bed, but caught the frown on his lover's brow. "What is it?"
"Do you really want to sleep in all those clothes? That cannot be comfortable."
"Do you want me to remove my robes?" Elrond was coaxing Thranduil further, hoping the blond understood that he wanted him to continue to take the lead. Thranduil's eyes darkened with some unreadable emotion and Elrond involuntarily held his breath.
"Aye, I want you to remove them. I want you to rest comfortably." Thranduil sat down in a chair, no longer trusting his legs to carry him. The expression in Elrond's eyes was strangely predatory. He couldn't believe he was actually going to say this! "You will remove your robes -now-." The moment those words had left his lips he wondered if he had made a fatal mistake, seeing the ecstatic expression in the half-Elf's eyes.
Elrond's groin burst into fire and he grew erect, hearing those demanding words. Thranduil wanted him to strip? Grinning, he rose from the bed and slowly, teasingly, began to unbutton his outer robes. As they slid down his shoulders, a white linen shirt was revealed and he slowly undid the laces.
Thranduil practically drooled, seeing the patches of naked flesh, which were now revealed. "Remove -all- your clothes."
Elrond inclined his head, stepped out of his robes and let the white shirt slide down his shoulders. When the cloth finally hit the floor, he was completely naked and painfully hard. Waiting for Thranduil to give him new instructions, he licked his lips, wishing Thranduil would continue to take the lead.
A throbbing heat was building between his legs and Thranduil shifted uneasily on his chair, seeing his lover's arousal stand proud and begging for his touch. A predatory grin appeared on his face. He could grow used to being in control! Seeing the eager anticipation on Elrond's face, he said, "Now lie down on your back."
Trembling with expectation, Elrond did as he was told. His eyes never left Thranduil's form. The golden-haired Elf now rose from his chair and advanced on him. His gaze drifted lower and he stared admiringly at the bulge in the blond's leggings. He sighed, hoping this would lead to another round of lovemaking. His fatigue seemed to have disappeared beneath the onslaught of passion that was taking control of him.
Eagerness, want and lust shone from Thranduil's green eyes, taking in his lover's naked form. His eyes quickly scanned the room and he located the vial filled with scented oil, which they had used earlier, on the nightstand. Next, his gaze was drawn to several brown ribbons that Elrond sometimes used to braid into his hair.
Elrond stared at Thranduil, who now picked up those ribbons and his heartbeat quickened. What did the blond plan to do to him? His erection twitched, and he wriggled on the bed, hoping Thranduil would take pity on him. "Nîn glaur? I want you, need you. Come here..."
Carrying the ribbons with him, Thranduil returned to the bed, studying his lover's display of wanton need. Elrond arched his back in mute pleading and raised his arms, urging him closer.
But Thranduil removed his clothes first, whilst constantly maintaining eye contact with the raven-haired Elf. His erection bobbed free from its confines and he stroked himself once, closely watching Elrond's reaction.
Elrond released a strangled yelp, seeing his lover pleasure himself. He tried to sit upright, but suddenly Thranduil was all over him, eventually straddling his hips. The blond had moved quickly and was now pinning him down to the bed. To his joy, he found that the ribbons were still in his lover's hands. Panting hard, he tried to rub his erection against Thranduil's, begging to be touched.
Thranduil placed the ribbons onto the bed next to him and considered the squirming half-Elf beneath him. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Elrond didn't bother to ask Thranduil what -this- was supposed to be. "Take me... Make me yours... Ride me!" The need that burned his loins set him aflame. Raising his hands, he buried his fingers in the long, soft hair, needing the contact.
Slowly, Thranduil took hold of one black ribbon, once more studying the half-Elf. "Raise your head." His lover's body trembled violently beneath him; Elrond's eagerness surprising Thranduil.
The half-Elf did as he was bid and tried to control his hurried breathing when Thranduil tied the ribbon in front of his eyes, taking away his sight. The blindfold was tied loose enough for him to shake it off, but he felt no desire to do so. "Oh, by the Grace of the Valar, what are you doing to me?" His erection throbbed, but the blond was blatantly ignoring the hardened flesh.
"Don't speak," whispered Thranduil, bending forward until he could claim his lover's lips. He indulged himself and kissed the half-Elf breathless, but then his tongue drifted lower, sucking the skin beneath Elrond's ear. Hearing his lover hiss, he grinned and moved upward to lap at a slightly pointed ear, sucking greedily at its tip.
Elrond bucked involuntarily under the sensual caresses. His eyes were big, but the blindfold kept him from making eye contact with his lover. "Ah, nîn glaur ... I need you so badly."
"Soon," soothed Thranduil. Continuing the lapping, he left a wet trail from Elrond's neck to his chest, where he teased first one, and then the other nipple into complete hardness. Elrond bucked again and he placed a restraining hand on the half-Elf's hips, keeping him in place. "I never thought I would enjoy seeing you at my mercy." His reactions kept taking him aback. He had never been the dominant one during their prior relationship, but now he found that he loved to make Elrond squirm and beg.
Elrond whimpered helplessly. "Ai, Thranduil... I... I... need... you..." Now that his eyesight had been taken away from him, his other senses seemed heightened and every touch, lick, caress bestowed onto his skin made him wiggle helplessly beneath the blond. It frustrated him to no end that Thranduil continued to ignore the burning need between his legs. "Nîn glaur... want... need... now... take me... oh..."
Thranduil smiled wickedly, taking hold of another ribbon, and then moved into a kneeling position next to the squirming half-Elf's body.
No longer feeling his lover's weight on top of him, Elrond started. "What...? Thranduil? Aiya... so hard..." Had Thranduil reconsidered and ended the game they were playing? He sighed relieved when the blond's hands settled back onto his hips, slowly but deliberately rolling him onto his stomach. His heart fluttered with excitement and he let Thranduil manhandle him until he was flat on his stomach, rubbing his erection against the sheets.
His breathing stopped momentarily, feeling soft silk slip around his left wrist. And then his world began to spin, realizing Thranduil was tying him to the bed. Rubbing himself shamelessly, he tried to create more friction, but a teasing slap to his buttocks stopped him. His eyes widened behind the blindfold at feeling the slight sting that the slap left behind. His right wrist was treated to the same procedure and now his hands were tied to the bed posts, leaving him squirming helplessly. "Aiya, nîn glaur, what... are you...doing to me?"
Surveying his handiwork, Thranduil wondered if he wasn't taking this too far. He knew Elrond wanted this - the half-Elf was practically begging for it - but he still worried about causing his lover unnecessary discomfort. "Are the bonds too tight?" he asked, straddling Elrond's lower back and leaning in closer to whisper the words into the half-Elf's right ear.
A slight pull told Elrond that he could easily free himself. "Nay, they are... perfect," he panted, reassuring his lover. A part of him couldn't believe Thranduil was acting in this manner. "Aiya... nîn glaur, I love you so much, but would you... take me now?" He squirmed beneath the blond, hoping Thranduil would finally touch him in his most private places.
But Thranduil was now really enjoying his dominion over the raven-haired half-Elf and used two more ribbons to tie his lover's feet to the wooden bed posts. Looking down at the trembling form beneath him, his hands stroked the long, strong back. Amused, he realized Elrond was rubbing himself against the sheets, trying to find release. "Are you still comfortable with this?" He needed to be sure that he wasn't acting against his lover's will.
"Take... me!" whimpered Elrond, pitifully. "Take me... -hard-!"
But Thranduil shook his head. "Nay, I left you sore the last time we made love." He wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. He loved Elrond too much to cause him pain, not even during their lovemaking. Running his hands over the two perfect mounds of flesh in front of him, he kneaded them until he felt Elrond relax. Lazily, he let some droplets of oil drip onto his skin, before sliding one probing finger down his lover's cleft, gently teasing the tight opening that would shortly welcome him.
Elrond was moaning deliriously, wondering when and how this sweet torment would end. He had closed his eyes behind the blindfold, relishing the sensations running through him. Thranduil's weight shifted and a moment later, a slick finger circled the entrance to his body. Groaning blissfully, he surrendered to his lover. Not knowing what would happen next excited him even further.
Thranduil took his time to massage the guardian ring and ease the tense muscles trying to grip him. Elrond continued to whimper, to beg him to take him, but he was determined to take his time.
Elrond tried to raise his hips, but the ribbons limited his movements and all he could do was beg. "Have mercy.... Oh, yes... now... want... you..." His fingers curled around the ribbons, and his nails clawed at the silk fabric when one probing finger slid into his passage. It was a perpetual motion that kept him on the brink for many long moments. Whimpering loudly, he tried to thrust back, but the ribbons stopped him. "Nîn glaur... have mercy... take me... make me come..."
"Soon," repeated Thranduil, doing his best to ignore his own throbbing heat between his legs, which urged him to bury himself in the tight passage. But he controlled his desires tightly. Adding more oil, he pressed two fingers inside his lover's body and began to stretch the half-Elf, still taking his time to properly prepare his helpless lover.
Elrond was no longer capable of logical thought. Rubbing his erection against the sheet didn't provide him with enough friction and he endured the sweet, sensual torment Thranduil bestowed on him. "Now, take me! Take me!"
Thranduil took pity on his lover, realizing Elrond couldn't take much more. Coating his aching shaft with oil, he parted his lover's buttocks and positioned himself at the twitching opening.
"In one stroke... one... fast... hard..." panted Elrond, pleadingly, feeling the hot head of his lover's arousal press against his opening.
Thranduil nodded; he would try to indulge his lover, but only if he didn't bring Elrond any discomfort. Pushing inside, the guardian ring admitted him and he continued to slide inside, grabbing Elrond's hips to make sure the half-Elf didn't move unexpectedly, pulling his lover close.
Elrond bit into the sheet as his lover's heat pierced him. Shallow pain, already mixing with pleasure, slid through his body. It was so intense that he was afraid to lose consciousness. But then Thranduil was fully sheathed inside him and instead of thrusting, the blond remained motionless.
Whimpering, he tried to gain his lover's attention, but then Thranduil rested his body on top of his, penetrating him even deeper and brushing his gland, hidden deep within the channel. "Hard... hard... Ai... hard and deep!" He panted the words and felt frustrated when Thranduil slowly pulled out and then tormenting slowly entered him again. He was about to protest to the slow thrusts, but then Thranduil brushed his sweet spot again, causing hot sweat to form all over his body.
Thranduil wrapped his arms around the half-Elf's trembling frame, rocking slowly. One thrust took several heartbeats, and he could hear Elrond yelp and feel him shake with sensation. Slowly, he continued to possess his lover, thrusting deliberately and deeply.
Elrond suddenly tensed beneath him and he buried himself deeply within the tight, hot passage. The spasms that erupted around his shaft took his breath away and he buried his face in the long, now damp hair. Finding the nape of his lover's neck, he bit into the smooth flesh, marking the half-Elf as Elrond had marked him.
Squirming in ecstasy beneath the blond, Elrond realized that his lover was still hard, still inside him and hadn't come yet, whilst he had just reached his orgasm. "Ah, I... do not... want to... leave you...behind."
Thranduil smiled wickedly, and was glad that Elrond couldn't see his primal expression. "I am just waiting for you to stop riding those last waves of pleasure and then I will take you again."
"Aiya, what?" Finally coming down from the sensual high, Elrond cocked his head, cursing the blindfold. He wanted to look into his lover's eyes!
Thranduil, sensing Elrond's need, slowly removed the blindfold. When their eyes met, both were taken aback by the expression in the other's eyes. The half-Elf's long hair was a tangled mess and a precious droplet of blood flowed down his lover's neck, where he had just broken the skin.
Unexpectedly Thranduil's tongue lapped at his neck and Elrond felt the familiar stirrings of arousal return. "Again..." He had only just come and now Thranduil was moving inside him again! The rhythmic thrusts began anew, but this time they were fast and shallow. Abandoned to the rocking, he allowed his lover to make love to him again.
"Aye, again!" Thranduil executed a few shallow thrusts to bring himself to orgasm, careful not to leave the half-Elf sore. Throwing back his head, he released a triumphant growl.
Elrond's eyes widened, hearing that growl. Looking over his shoulder, his heart thundered madly, seeing the blond surrender to his ecstasy. So beautiful... and he is mine!
Thranduil collapsed atop of his lover and rested his head against the half-Elf's back. "Was that what you wanted?"
Elrond struggled against the ribbons and one by one, they gave in. Free now, he rolled onto his side, causing Thranduil's sated sex to slip from his body.
Thranduil spooned up behind the half-Elf, emitting a contented moan. Wrapping his arms around Elrond, he sighed blissfully. "You have exhausted me, Peredhel. Now we both need to rest."
Elrond smiled and pushed back, relishing the feel of his lover's body curled around his. "Thank you..."
Thranduil moved slowly, pulling Elrond even closer to him. "Why do you like it so much when I take control?"
"I get to let go for the briefest of moments. At times it feels like the faith of Arda rests on my shoulders, and when you take control I can let go, surrender." Elrond sighed, and pulled Thranduil's arm tightly around his body. "Thank you for relieving that burden."
Thranduil smiled into the damp hair. "So you would like me to do this again?"
Elrond grinned. "Aye." Had he really found everything he needed in Thranduil? Yes. With a sated grin on his face, he slowly fell asleep, finally letting go of his worries.
Thranduil however, remained awake, watching over his lover.
Erestor blinked sleepily, waking up in Glorfindel's protective arms. When had they fallen asleep? Then his memories returned. They had bathed, braided one another's hair, and then the blond had suggested lying down to rest. He had obediently curled around the flaxen-haired Elda and had almost instantly fallen asleep.
"Awake again?"
Erestor smiled, hearing Glorfindel's amused tone. Looking up, he locked gazes with the blond. They lay facing each other and his lover had twirled a strand of dark hair around his finger. The look the Elda directed at him caused a lump to form in his throat. "Is something wrong?" he asked, timidly, wondering why there was such a thoughtful expression in his lover's eyes.
"Nay, everything is finally right," whispered Glorfindel, dotingly. "I had this incredible dream," he continued in a soft tone, "And in that dream you promised to be mine forever."
"That was no dream," said Erestor, shyly. "I did promise to bind myself to you."
"And you meant it?" Glorfindel stared, entranced, into his lover's dark eyes.
"Did you?" asked Erestor teasingly, already knowing Glorfindel's answer.
"Oh, yes." Dreamily, Glorfindel tangled his fingers in the long, dark tresses. "I cannot imagine life without you."
Pleased, Erestor smiled at him. He raised himself onto all fours and boldly crawled onto Glorfindel and straddled his hips.
"What are you doing, melamin?" Glorfindel raised an eyebrow, puzzled. But then his expression changed into pure pleasure when Erestor curled up in his arms.
"You feel so warm. I cannot get enough of you."
Glorfindel pressed a kiss onto the dark hair. "I hope you will never get enough of me, melamin..." Amused, he listened to the soft snoring that now tumbled from Erestor's lips. "By the Grace of the Valar, he is asleep again!" Smiling warmly, he buried his lover in a warm hug and then returned to sleep as well.
Legolas had enjoyed Elrohir's company during the afternoon, but then the half-Elf had excused himself to check on Elladan, who was about to return from the border patrol. On his way to the guest quarters, he was overcome by a sense of melancholy that had visited him frequently these last few weeks. Sitting down beneath an ash tree, he enjoyed the peace and quiet.
Sniffing the air, he realized that the kitchens had to be close, as delightful fragrances drifted up his nostrils. His stomach growled softly, reminding him he hadn't eaten since breakfast. Ah, but dinner would be served within the hour.
Motion to his right attracted his attention and he raised an eyebrow, seeing a white bunny hop his way. It had long, fluffy ears, a shiny coat and came to a halt in front of him, sitting on his hind legs. It almost seemed like it was looking at him.
Legolas smiled, extended his hand and let the animal take in his scent. When the bunny didn't move away, he carefully gathered it in his hands and placed it in his arms, stroking the long ears.
It had been a while since he had felt this much at peace. The smile slowly faded and a frown returned in its place. Melancholy, regret and even depression crept into his heart, making him sigh, distressed. Losing himself in the simple motion of stroking the soft fur, he bowed his head. Loneliness crashed in on him and almost caused tears to appear in his eyes.
Loneliness... He had been lonely for so long. He had hoped to find a mate, the other half of his soul, but he had either been disappointed or betrayed when his would-be lovers admitted that they were mostly attracted to him because of his appearance. Why couldn't anyone look beneath his so-called beauty?
Many potential lovers had sung about his long, golden hair and eyes that sparkled like sapphire. But when he stood in front of the mirror and studied his reflection, he couldn't see that fabled beauty. All he saw was a terribly lonely Elf.
His father had assured him that the day would come when he would find true love, but he had given up on that hope. Once someone looked into his eyes, they seemed lost and hardly ever tried to get to know him. The real him. If only he could shed his beauty and search for love that would be true to -him-, not his looks.
Suddenly, and interrupting his musings, one of the cooks appeared in the doorway, an angry frown on his face. Legolas didn't know why, but he quickly covered the rabbit, which had comfortably settled in his arms, with his cloak, hiding it from view.
The cook scowled, and his eyes narrowed, as if searching for something. Spying Legolas beneath the tree, he addressed the blond. "Excuse me, but have you seen a rabbit? It is supposed to be part of tonight's dinner, but it somehow escaped. I am hoping to catch it again."
Legolas didn't plan on letting the rabbit being part of dinner and shook his head. "I am sorry, but I cannot help you."
The cook sighed, disappointedly, and returned to his chores, leaving Legolas behind. The Elf pushed back his cloak and stared at the large, brown eyes trustingly looking up at him. "You were very lucky, my little friend. If I had not saved you, I would have found you on my plate tonight."
It was hard to believe that such an accomplished warrior and hunter like him would take pity on a fluffy bunny. But he patted the animal's head and then placed it on the ground. Feeling the grass beneath its feet, it immediately sprinted away. He envied the animal its freedom. Maybe it had a mate out there, and now they would be united again.
Shaking his head at that thought, he tiredly pushed himself to his feet. He couldn't help but wonder if he would be alone for the rest of his long, immortal life. But at least he still had his father and brother. And maybe he could befriend Elrohir as well. Another deep sigh fled from his lips and his slumped shoulders revealed his weariness as he headed for his father's quarters, hoping Thranduil would spare him a moment and talk to him. He needed his father right now.
Thranduil regretted having to leave his lover for even a brief moment, but he had agreed to move into Elrond's quarters and was now collecting his belongings from his quest rooms. The soft knock on the door made him smile, knowing exactly who was standing on the other side of it. "You do not have to knock, Legolas." For as long as he could remember he had shared a bond with his youngest that had never been established between himself and Valthoron.
"I did not want to... interrupt anything," said Legolas shyly, but with a smile on his face. "You might have been busy... with Elrond." Having searched his feelings where his father and Elrond were concerned, he had found that he felt happy for them. His father had suffered in silence for so many centuries that he was glad the half-Elf had finally come to his senses. How Elrond could ever have rejected his father was beyond him. Thranduil was one of the most passionate, intelligent and caring people he had ever met - and he had met a lot of people during his wanderings all over Arda.
Thranduil cleared his throat, slightly nervous. He knew Legolas accepted this union, but he still felt a little hesitant to discuss this matter with his son. "I... uhm, Elrond asked me to collect my belongings and... and to move in with him." Blushing slightly, he smiled apologetically at his youngest. "If you do not mind, that is."
Legolas smiled ruefully. "Ada, I want you to be happy. You should know that."
But Thranduil tasted the pain and sorrow beneath those words. After catching his son's gaze, he rested a hand on Legolas' shoulder, squeezing reassuringly. "Your time will come."
Legolas shrugged, unconvinced. "I doubt that."
Hearing those words greatly pained Thranduil. "If only I could take away your sorrow. You were never meant to carry such a burden."
"At times I wished I had not been graced with your looks," admitted Legolas in a choked tone.
"But it is more than just your looks that blinds everyone who looks at you." Thranduil gathered his son's hands in his. "There is this incredible radiance inside you and it shines from your eyes. People cannot help falling in love with your warmth, that radiance."
"But they never love me for who I am, just for the way I look."
"Legolas, do not give up. Not all people are that shallow. One will come that looks further than your looks and will love you for being the warm and caring person that you are."
"I wish I could shed this skin and... and..." Legolas stuttered, uncertain what he wanted to say. "Why was I not born... ugly?" He gladly gave in when his father's arms came up around him, holding him close. "I want to have what... what you and Elrond have. Why can't I have that?"
Thranduil sighed, deeply. Legolas' pain was his pain. Soothing his youngest, he said, "Try to find comfort in the company of the twins. Spend time with Erestor and Glorfindel; maybe their presence will distract you from your troubles."
Legolas' eyes met his father's. "I cannot do that. They are happy. My presence would only cause them distress, especially Erestor."
"You could not cause -anyone- distress, Legolas, not even if you tried." Thranduil probed his son's eyes. "You cannot help attracting people, Legolas. It is this light... and it shines from within you."
Legolas meekly accepted his father's words, which he had heard countless times before. "But I am still alone."
Thranduil worried about his son. It wasn't good for someone of Legolas' age to be alone, to be without a mate. The solitude could turn into grief and then he would lose his son to Mandos. Maybe it was about time he intervened and found his son someone worthy to love?
Elladan dismounted, happy to see that his twin was already awaiting him. Walking toward Elrohir, he noticed the sadness in the dark eyes, and instinctively, he clasped his brother's shoulder, pulling him in for a hug. "What is wrong, Elrohir?" His brother would never be able to hide anything from him, and most certainly not pain or sorrow. They were an open book to each other. "What causes you such sorrow?"
"Legolas..." whispered Elrohir, crestfallen. He fell into step beside his brother when Elladan headed for their rooms. "I spent the entire afternoon in his presence and we have so much in common. His mother sailed for the Undying Lands as well. He seemed so sad when he mentioned losing his mother only one day after reaching his majority... And he has an older brother as well."
Elladan sighed. "Your feelings for him are deepening."
"Aye," murmured Elrohir. "I can only think of him. His eyes, the light that shines from them. Oh, brother, I can tell he is a warm and caring person. But I cannot spend any more time in his company. You -must- trade places with me. Ada asked if I could take Legolas to the Bruinen tomorrow and show him the borders. I cannot do that. My heart is breaking, knowing he is this close and that I cannot tell him how I feel."
Elladan closely studied his brother. "Aren't you overreacting, brother? You only met him a few days ago. How can he have such an impact on you? Granted, he is beautiful, but..."
"Aiya..." Elrohir sighed, distressed, and placed his right hand over his heart. "I can feel it here. I have never felt anything like it before. Elladan, brother, did Ada not tell us that an Elf can die of a broken heart? Mine feels broken. I wonder if that means I will die after Legolas has left.
Suddenly Elladan grabbed his brother's shoulders tightly and shook him. "Come to your senses, brother! You are not going to die!" What had gotten into Elrohir? "You are in love, but that feeling will pass once Legolas leaves for Mirkwood. The feeling will fade in time."
Elrohir's gaze darkened, saddened. "I do not want him to leave. I want him to stay. To hear his voice, to bask in his inner glow." Growing angry, he shook off his brother's hands. "You cannot possibly understand!"
"Brother, calm yourself. You are beginning to scare me!" Elladan persevered and regained a hold on his brother's shoulders. "We are going to see Ada now. This cannot continue." The truth was that Elrohir was scaring him. It almost seemed like his twin was losing his sanity. "Ada will know what to do."
Elrohir bowed his head, realizing Elladan had made a valid point. He was not acting normally and a part of him understood that he was losing control. When he had been with Legolas, he had felt at peace, cherished, warm, but now that the blond was gone, he felt cold and lonely. "Help me, Elladan. I do not know what is happening to me."
"We are going to talk to Ada," decreed Elladan, determined. "Now."
Elrond looked up in mild surprise at seeing his sons enter, but one good look at Elrohir told him that something was amiss with his youngest. Rising from behind his desk, he quickly advanced on them and turned Elrohir's face toward the sunlight, closely probing the haunted eyes. "Ion-nîn, what weighs this heavily on your mind?" Looking at Elladan, he caught the twin's nod. "You may leave, Elladan. I will talk to your brother."
Elladan left his father's study and wandered aimlessly through the corridors, ending up near the guest rooms. Why was he here? Looking about, he saw that Thranduil's door was ajar. Unable to help himself he remained quiet, listening to the King's soft and caring voice. Whom was Thranduil talking to?
"You could not cause -anyone- distress, Legolas, not even if you tried. You cannot help attracting people, Legolas. It is this light... and it shines from within you."
That was Thranduil's voice all right, soothing and calming. And apparently he was reassuring his son. A sudden, distressing thought entered his mind. Had Legolas realized how upset Elrohir was and now felt guilty? But no, he knew his brother better than that; Elrohir wouldn't show his feelings that openly to Legolas.
Then Legolas' voice could be heard, as light as butterfly dancing in the wind. "But I am still alone."
The blond's tone made Elladan flinch. Alone? Why would Legolas be alone? He probably had a group of admirers at home, throwing themselves at his feet. Maybe some of them were more than admirers? Lovers even? But no, that didn't make sense either, for then Legolas wouldn't feel lonely. What a tangled web this was!
Feeling like the intruder he was, he backed away from the doorway and ventured outside in need of some fresh air. Bowing his head, he wondered when everything had become so complicated.
"Sit down," said Elrond, gently guiding his youngest son to the chairs close to the fire that was sparkling in the fireplace. "And now tell me what is wrong." Seating himself opposite Elrohir, he clasped his son's hands tightly, letting the younger half-Elf know he would do whatever he could to relieve his pain.
Elrohir averted his eyes and wondered what to say.
"You can tell me. You should know that." Elrond now truly felt worried. Elrohir had never hesitated to trust in him. His heart faltered when a sudden thought startled him. "Is this about my relationship with Thranduil? Do you disapprove? Would you prefer..." He wasn't sure if he could give up on his love for the golden-haired Elf, but it this love caused his youngest son to be in pain, he would have to sacrifice his personal happiness for the sake of his son. Elrohir was so very dear to him!
Elrohir's eyes widened at hearing his father ramble uncontrollably and he quickly squeezed Elrond's hands, cutting him short. "Nay, Ada, I am happy for you and Thranduil. I approve with my entire heart. Your love for him is... not the problem." But his love for Thranduil's son was. "I cannot tell you," he whispered, embarrassed.
By now Elrond was fairly sure this was about matters of the heart; a heart which Elrohir might have lost to someone...but who? Who could have conquered his son's heart? Who had recently entered their lives and possessed the inner beauty to enrapture his son like this?
"This is about Legolas," said Elrond in a soft, understanding tone, having reached the only possible conclusion. Elrohir's stricken expression confirmed his thoughts. "What did he do?"
"Nothing," sighed Elrohir, distressed. "We spent the afternoon together and I... liked his company." After drawing in a deep breath, he finally confided in his father. "I liked his company too much."
"Too much?" Elrond studied his son from beneath an arched eyebrow.
Elrohir shifted on the chair. Did he really have to spell it out to his father? "I think I am in love with him," he admitted in a tiny voice. His eyes downcast, he shivered, wondering what his father had to say about this. "I did not plan it. It just happened."
Elrond continued to rub Elrohir's hands, tightly cradled in his, and waited for his son to calm down. Once the shy, dark eyes met his, he said, "Legolas is very fair and younger than you are." Thoughtfully, he studied his son. "Will you tell me how this started?"
"It happened when he arrived at the night of Eridhren's last rites. Thranduil and you were about to retire and Elladan and I did not want to disturb you so we welcomed Legolas instead. That was when I felt it for the first time. It felt like liquid light traveling through my veins, warming my body from the inside out. And when he is near I feel lightheaded and warm. I cannot bear the thought of being away from him and even now, talking to you, an ache burns my heart." Breathless after his long speech, he drew in a deep breath. "Ada, I do not want to feel this way. I know it is wrong."
Elrond frowned, concerned. "Why do you think it is wrong to feel this way?" He slowly realized that Elrohir was truly troubled by his love for Legolas. The fact that he had mentioned an ache in his heart alerted Elrond, only too familiar with the concept of grief. He had seen his wife fade and he never wanted to see something that sad ever again.
"Because..." Elrohir shrugged, growing timid. "Because of you and Thranduil. I should not love Legolas in that way. Now that Thranduil and you are lovers, I feel like I should love Legolas like a brother - but not in -that- way. By Elbereth, did that make any sense?" Looking at his father, he found amusement in Elrond's gaze. By the Grace of the Valar, how could his father find any of this amusing? He was in serious, emotional distress here!
Elrond allowed a small grin to break through. "Correct me if I am wrong, Elrohir, but are you tormenting yourself like this because I am in love with Legolas' father?"
Elrohir nodded, curtly. "I cannot be attracted to him in that way, but my heart refuses to listen. Ada, tell me, what do I do? How can I stop these feelings, this desire to be near him?"
But Elrond didn't answer just yet. First, he asked, "What does Elladan think of this attraction you developed for Legolas?"
Elrohir shrugged again, and leaned into the comfort of the chair, appreciating the fact that his father was still holding on, gently rubbing his knuckles. He had been worried about Elrond's reaction when finding out about his crush. He wasn't sure how he had expected his father to react, but he was glad Elrond was patient and understanding. "At first he said I should stop fighting these feelings and give in them. But now he realizes as well that I am losing control and he dragged me here to talk to you."
"So Elladan approves of this attraction?" Elrohir's eyes were weary when they met his, and Elrond realized he had to tread carefully.
"He does, but why I do not know." Elrohir's eyes were beginning to fill with tears. "Ada, tell me what to do, for my heart cannot take any more of this."
Elrond nodded once. "What does your heart tell you?"
"My heart?" echoed Elrohir, "My heart tells me to conquer his and cherish him."
"And your mind?"
"To stay away from him. To deny these feelings inside me. My heart and mind and are war with each other and I feel adrift on these emotions." Suddenly Elrohir leaned in closer, pulling his father's hands close to his heart. "Please send me away. Send me to 'Lorien to visit my grand parents, send me anywhere, but please do not make me stay here."
Elrond firmly shook his head. "I won't do any of that, but I will ease your mind." Elrond pushed his chair closer to his son's and made sure he had Elrohir's undivided attention. "First, I want you to know that your feelings for Legolas are normal. You are in love, Elrohir, and your body sings with love and affection for the subject of your desires. There is -nothing-, absolutely -nothing- wrong with feeling this way."
"But he is Thranduil's son!" Elrohir was close to bursting into tears.
Elrond smiled warmly. "Love comes in all forms, Elrohir. The fact that Thranduil and I are lovers does not mean you cannot pursue Legolas. If anything, I commend you on your choice. I do believe the young Princeling and you are well suited for each other. If it is reassurance you sought, know that you have it. If it was permission to pursue Legolas, you have that as well. But you do not have my permission to run away to 'Lorien and deny these feelings. Elladan is right, you know. You should rejoice at feeling this way."
But Elrohir wasn't convinced yet. "And what if he does not want me? What if he does not feel the same way about me?"
"This won't be easy," admitted Elrond. "I do not know Legolas' feelings. Maybe you should try to befriend him first? Once he realizes what a kind and caring person you are, you might be able to take the next step. Do not rush this. Let friendship blossom between the two of you first, and should your feelings be mutual, then act on them."
Elrohir was calming down, hearing his father's reassuring words. "Then you do not think it is wrong for me to feel this way?"
"I don't," said Elrond, smiling dotingly at his son. "You reached your majority many decades ago. It is about time you fell in love and took a mate. But do not pressure Legolas. Let him come to you instead." Elrond bit his bottom lip, uncertain if he should add the observation he had made earlier, but in the end he decided to tell Elrohir. "I watched Legolas and you earlier. When you were not looking, a very pained expression surfaced in his eyes. I might be wrong, but my instincts tell me he is very unhappy."
"Unhappy? Why?" Elrohir straightened his shoulders at hearing this new information.
"I do not know why, but he seems lonely to me." Elrond frowned, wondering why someone as beautiful as Legolas would be burdened by loneliness, but that question led him to his answer. He had seen it many times before; Elflings who had grown to be exceedingly stunning had been lonely because hardly anyone dared to approach them, and the ones who did usually didn't look further than the outward appearance. Maybe Legolas had experienced too many of those courtiers and had lost the hope that he would ever find that special one who would love him for who he was. "Give it time, Elrohir, and at your young age, you have plenty of that."
Elrohir slowly wiped away his remaining tears. "I cannot believe you said that."
"What did you expect me to say?"
"That I should stay strong and not pursue this."
"You were wrong then," said Elrond, teasingly. "Do you feel better now?"
"I do," said Elrohir, smiling weakly. "I feel... relieved."
"And tonight you will have the pleasure of joining Thranduil and I for dinner. And did I mention Legolas will be there as well?" Elrond beamed at seeing the glow return to his son's eyes. "Maybe you could take him for a walk in the gardens? And I will keep Elladan occupied. Do not worry about deserting him."
"Thank you, Ada." Leaning in closer, he freed his hands and folded his arms tightly around his father's shoulders. "Thank you to talking to me."
"You are always welcome, Elrohir. Always." He hoped he had managed to soothe his son's mind, and he might even talk to Thranduil about this development. He didn't think anything wrong with trying to enlist his lover's help.
Glorfindel couldn't tear his eyes away from Erestor's form. The raven-haired Elf was sitting behind his desk, in a room adjoining Elrond's study. The blond had nestled on the windowsill, trying hard to not disturb his lover as he was working his way through a pile of paperwork. Erestor had assured him it would be fine if he returned to his own chores, but he had refused, unable to part from the advisor.
"You are still watching me," whispered Erestor, trying hard to remain focused on the work at hand.
"I cannot help it," said Glorfindel cheerfully. "You are stunning." He smiled, pleased at seeing a fierce blush spread all over his lover's face. It was sad really, realizing that being complimented was something Erestor still had to get used to. "You really are, nîn amdir."
Erestor sighed, giving up on finishing the report he was working on. Looking at his lover, he returned the warm smile, which he encountered on Glorfindel's face. "I really do not deserve you." Pushing back his chair, he got to his feet and walked over to the window.
Glorfindel lowered his feet onto the floor, opened his arms and wrapped them around Erestor's frame. Resting his head against his lover's shoulders, he sighed blissfully. "I am so happy that things have eventually calmed down. These have been some very troubling weeks." Looking up at Erestor, his smile darkened. "Only a few weeks ago I barely managed to tolerate your presence and then... I often wonder if the Valar sent that storm, for it made me see beneath your mask, melamin."
Erestor, whose heart missed a beat, wrapped Glorfindel in a tight embrace. "I have an admission to make..." His voice faded, as if uncertain if he should continue.
Glorfindel frowned. "What kind of admission? Nîn amdir, please do not tell me you are keeping more secrets."
"Only one," mumbled Erestor, burying his face against the silk of Glorfindel's green tunic. He really didn't want to make this admission, but felt his lover had a right to know. "Do you recall the day you arrived in Imladris?"
Still frowning, Glorfindel nodded once. "Aye, I remember. Elrond had an arm around Celebrian's waist and she was cradling Arwen in her arm. Lindir was still here and Elladan was more than curious to meet me. But Elrohir reached for you, holding your hand tightly and I..." Glorfindel wavered, bit his bottom lip nervously, and then continued, "And I wondered why he liked you that much. You seemed so cold, so distant. Now I understand why you were hiding and how much you had perfected that mask, but back then you intrigued me." Searching his memories, Glorfindel added, "I disliked you." Giving Erestor an apologetic smile, he hoped his words wouldn't cause his lover sorrow. "If only I had realized how much pain was hiding beneath that cool exterior."
"I would not have let you see beneath it," said Erestor thoughtfully. Still kneeling in front of his lover, he cradled Glorfindel's hands against his chest. "But the dislike was not mutual."
Glorfindel raised an eyebrow curiously. "Not mutual? I could have sworn..." His eyes grew big, finally fully realizing what Erestor was trying to tell him. "You liked me?"
Erestor cleared his throat and averted his eyes, unable to maintain eye contact with his lover. "I thought you were the most radiant being I had ever seen."
Glorfindel unexpectedly laughed warmly. "And I was convinced you hated me."
Erestor's features contorted painfully. "That was what I wanted you to think."
"Aiya, melamin, it saddens me to know that we could have been lovers much earlier."
Erestor shook his head. "Nay, I would not have been ready to take that step back then. You would not have gotten through to me. I am surprised you did at all." If he hadn't been that seriously wounded they might never have realized their love.
Glorfindel slowly rose from the windowsill, pulling Erestor to his feet with him. Smiling radiantly, he planted a passionate kiss on his lover's lips, realizing just how fortunate he was to have gained the raven-haired Elf's love.
Elrond watched the interaction between Elrohir and Legolas and quickly realized that his son was perfectly hiding his attraction from the blond. No matter how badly Elrohir had panicked in his study earlier, not a trace of nervousness had been left on the younger half-Elf's face. But he knew Elrohir well enough to know his youngest son was suffering in silence.
Legolas seemed completely unaware of the situation. The blond was playing with the food on his plate, his appetite clearly gone. Elrond wondered why.
His gaze shifted further to Thranduil and he noticed the worried look the blond shot Legolas. The expression in Thranduil's eyes alerted him and he wondered why his lover felt this sad. Was something wrong with Legolas? He sighed softly, hoping no one had heard. Only hours ago he had relished the peace and quiet when his lover had taken charge of the situation, and now new problems had appeared. As usual, it was up to him to solve them.
Thranduil had heard Elrond's sigh and he searched his lover's troubled eyes. It was most fortunate that the half-Elf was seated next to him, so it was easy to lean in and whisper into Elrond's ear. "I do not like that look in your eyes. Should I sweep you off your feet and carry you to your rooms to make sure you stop brooding?"
Elrond actually grinned. "I would like that, but no, that is not necessary. You are right though. I am worried."
"What about?" Thranduil, realizing Elrohir and Legolas were questioningly staring at him, straightened his shoulders. He still didn't feel completely comfortable at expressing his feelings for Elrond, but he didn't plan on hiding them either.
"We will discuss this later... in private." Elrond had intercepted Elrohir's worried glance and graced his son with a warm, reassuring smile, telling him everything was all right.
But Elrohir realized something was wrong and probed his father's gaze. Do not tell Thranduil! What I told you was confidential! Please do not tell Thranduil! When he had confided in his father, he hadn't been thinking straight, otherwise he might have remained quiet. His father and Thranduil were lovers. It was only logical they would discuss him and his feelings!
Elrohir's gaze darted nervously to Thranduil's eyes, but the blond was now staring intently at Legolas. He was missing some pieces of this puzzle. His father was concerned about him and Thranduil about Legolas. The only one who was truly cheerful and unburdened was Elladan.
Elladan had watched the scene with slowly unfolding amazement and curiosity. It seemed like he was carrying out a conversation with himself as no one else was listening or reacting. He was beginning to feel sorry for his younger twin, although Elrohir did seem calmer than when he had delivered his brother to his father's study. Talking to their father had helped, but had it soothed Elrohir's troubled mind sufficiently?
Elrond leaned back in his chair, making his move. "Elrohir, why don't you show Legolas your mother's gardens? I am sure the cool, fresh air would revive your spirits, which seemed to be bored by Elladan's chatter." He ignored the fact that Elladan arched an eyebrow at his words and almost shooed them out of the room. "And take your time. There is no reason to hurry back!"
Elrohir, after rising from his chair, found himself unsteady on his feet, and reached for the wall, composing himself. Suddenly he grew aware of Legolas walking toward him. After drawing in a deep breath, he forced himself to smile warmly. "My father is right. I do think you will enjoy a walk in the gardens."
Legolas nodded politely. He still wondered why Elrond was this determined to see them off to the gardens instead of spending the evening with them. But he quickly fell into step beside the half-Elf, and glanced at his companion. He just couldn't determine if Elrohir was nervous or calm. Something just didn't feel right.
Elrohir guided Legolas into the gardens and he deeply inhaled the flowers' sweet fragrances. They made him feel calm and he peeked at the blond, walking silently next to him. "The night is quiet and beautiful, don't you think so?"
Legolas smiled weakly. "I like the night; its calm, the peace that settles over the land." Returning Elrohir's glance he asked, "Don't you think your brother will feel left out? As twins you will be seldom parted."
Elrohir laughed. "Oh, it is not like we are joined at the hip. We are perfectly capable of leading separate lives, although we greatly enjoy another's company."
Legolas felt somewhat relieved. "I would have hated to be the reason for any separation, however brief, between the two of you."
Elrohir rolled his eyes. "Believe me, there are times when I wished we did not share quarters. It is hard to get some privacy at times, but we have never considered asking father to assign us new rooms. They feel comfortable." Elrohir scanned his surroundings and located a nice spot beneath an old oak tree. "We could sit down for a moment and enjoy the quiet." He certainly hoped his nervousness didn't show; he was doing his best to radiate calm.
Legolas accepted Elrohir's lead and seated himself next to the twin, when the half-Elf rested his back against the trunk. He tucked his legs beneath him, sitting cross-legged and enjoying Ithil's silver beams.
"Legolas?" Elrohir heard how much his voice trembled at speaking that name and wondered if he shouldn't have remained quiet instead. But then those incredible azure eyes focused questioningly on him and he knew he had to continue. "What is life like in Mirkwood?"
Pleasantly surprised that Elrohir was inquiring about his home he gladly obliged the half-Elf. "We live high in the trees, in telain. I like it there. The caves, which you mentioned earlier, are guarded and hold most of father's treasure. And not all of it is just jewelry. He also possesses a large of collection of ancient scrolls and books. When I was an Elfling I sometimes liked to dwell there. And yes," he added, just knowing what Elrohir was about to say, "At times father also uses those caves as a prison, but it has not been used in that capacity for decades."
Elrohir briefly closed his eyes and let himself drift on the pleasant tone of Legolas' voice. "And your older brother?"
"Valthoron?" Legolas studied Elrohir, who seemed utterly relaxed. "He is centuries older than I am and always thinks he has to keep an eye on me. I love him, but he is overprotective. When my mother sailed for the Undying Lands he tried to take her place. He tried so hard... too hard. I slowly felt suffocated and asked father permission to leave Mirkwood and explore the rest of Arda."
Elrohir's eyes opened and he blinked at finding Legolas staring at him. "I have patrolled the borders and I have visited Lothlorien, but I have never been into the lands of Man and Dwarves. Did you meet any?"
Legolas nodded. "They stared at me in disbelief and I quickly learned to hide my features. They are not used to Elves walking in their cities, and at first they followed me around, thinking I was one of their deities."
Elrohir could actually picture Legolas running through the streets, being chased by a crowd of admirers. The thought made him grin giddily and he slapped his knees.
"What is so funny?" Legolas frowned; this was one reaction he wasn't used to.
"I can just see you trying to hide from a mad crowd, which thinks that you are one of their gods incarnated."
"And that is funny? Why?"
"I have no idea," admitted Elrohir, slowly sobering. "I apologize for my outburst." But he continued to grin, shaking his head to dispel the amusing mental image. "It is late. I am probably just tired." Looking at Legolas, he caught the blond shooting him a most confused glance.
Legolas felt thoroughly confused. Most Elves didn't dare burst out laughing in his presence, but Elrohir was apparently different, which was utterly refreshing. "We should return to our rooms shortly."
"The night is still young," said Elrohir slowly. Ithil's silver beams seemed to caress Legolas' silk hair and alabaster skin. Elrohir quickly composed himself, keeping a sigh of admiration from fleeing his lips. He hoped Legolas felt comfortable being around him and he didn't want to ruin the hopeful beginnings of their friendship by staring at him with a maddening, lusty gaze, which would only drive the blond away from him.
Recalling his father's observation, Elrohir carefully probed. "But you must have felt lonely, roaming Arda alone. Did your heart not call you back to Mirkwood?" Legolas tensed noticeably and Elrohir wished he hadn't asked that particular question, but it did mean that his father's observation was correct. Why else would Legolas become as tense as a bowstring and stare at him with such a lost expression in his eyes?
Legolas felt cornered. How was it possible that the half-Elf had seen his loneliness, which he managed to hide most of the time? He decided to skilfully maneuver around answering the question. "Mirkwood is my home and will always call my name."
Elrohir inclined his head, realizing Legolas had dodged answering his question. He would try again later, maybe once the blond felt more at home in Imladris. "Do you already have plans for tomorrow?" He felt bold, asking such a question! He barely refrained from lowering his eyes when Legolas looked quizzically at him. Please do not let him see the love in my eyes. Instead, he returned the inquiring gaze, trying to appear calm and controlled.
Legolas shook his head. "Why ask?"
Elrohir shrugged his shoulders, feigning only marginal interest in his companion. "Father thought you might enjoy a visit to the Bruinen and maybe we could test some of our fighting skills? An archery contest, perhaps?" The sudden glow that appeared in Legolas' eyes took him aback. He had obviously said something that had pleased the blond.
"Archery?" Legolas grinned. "Prepare to be defeated then. I have never been bested and I cannot imagine it happening now."
Legolas' smile was infectious and Elrohir grinned madly as well. "There is a first time for everything." Looking at the golden-haired Elf, he felt pleased at the relaxed setting their conversation was taking place in. They both seemed comfortable and maybe they would become friends. But I want it to be so much more. Everything he had heard had made him fall more in love with the blond. He loves his family and is loyal to them, but he is also adventurous. Legolas' appearance, which had attracted him at first, was becoming less important, now that he was learning what a kind and caring person the youngest son of Thranduil was.
It also made him more determined to pursue Legolas. He would take his father's advice and take things slowly and not pressure the blond. He wanted Legolas to come to him, because for some reason his companion seemed shy and insecure. I am patient. I can wait.
"We should return to our rooms now," said Elrohir, regretting the magical night had come to an end. "But I will meet you here again tomorrow?" He secretly thanked his father for suggesting visiting the Bruinen. Maybe they could go for a swim and... Oh, swooning, he quickly reached for the trunk of the tree to steady him; he might get to see Legolas naked then. But that lovely thought also presented him with a problem; what if he became aroused in the presence of the blond? But then again, maybe Legolas would have the same problem? Smiling fondly, he fell into step beside Legolas, as they returned to the Last Homely House.
Thranduil had waited until they had reached Elrond's rooms before addressing his lover. "I know I missed something at dinner tonight; tell me what it is. I caught you staring repeatedly at both Elrohir and Legolas."
Elrond carelessly dropped his outer robes onto the floor and removed his leggings. Clad in only a white linen shirt, he headed for the bed, his shoulders tiredly slumping forward. Why couldn't he shake what was quickly becoming perpetual fatigue that tormented him in body and mind? Sitting down on the bed, he rested his back against the headboard and stared at the flaxen-haired Elf standing in front of his bed. "Would you hold me?" Voicing his need wasn't as hard as he had feared.
Thranduil was beside him on the bed within a heartbeat and the obvious concern in the feline eyes made him smile weakly. Strong, soothing arms settled around him, pulling him close to a powerful chest and finally he began to unwind. "Can we discuss this later?" He was afraid Thranduil wouldn't take the news that Elrohir was attracted to Legolas well.
"You are troubled," said Thranduil, stating the obvious. "I thought you trusted me. Why then do you feel you cannot confide in me now?"
"I am afraid this will cause a rift between us." He wasn't sure how Thranduil would react. "One more moment then? I feel so tired and resting in your arms feels so good."
Thranduil frowned, wondering how tired Elrond really felt. "I will hold you as long as you want," he vowed, hoping to get through to Elrond. He rested his chin on the silky, raven hair and soothingly rubbed his lover's arms. "Do you really think I will let you get away after finally catching you after all these centuries?"
Thranduil's words slightly reassured Elrond, who now regretfully pulled away from the blond.
Thranduil reluctantly allowed it, but the distance that had now come between them felt uncomfortable. Acting instinctively, he covered that gap between them by stretching on the bed and resting his head in Elrond's lap.
Surprised at Thranduil's move, Elrond began to stroke the long, golden mane. Staring trustingly into the emerald eyes, he drew in a deep breath. "This afternoon Elrohir sought me out."
Thranduil nodded, relishing the feel of his lover's fingers moving through his hair. So this was about Elrond's youngest son then? He decided to hold back any questions he might have and let Elrond tell his tale in his own pace.
"He was quite upset - in tears actually." Elrond lovingly stared into his lover's cat-like eyes. "He is a very sensitive youth, unlike his brother."
Thranduil nodded and by doing so, moved the golden mass of hair over Elrond's hands in a hidden caress. His lover smiled at the gesture. "Something has upset him then?" He had learned during these last few weeks that Elrond was just as close to his sons as he was to Legolas. And when Elrohir was upset, he reckoned Elrond was as well. Reaching up with his left hand, he reassuringly caressed his lover's face. "What was he upset about?"
Elrond was incredibly thankful that Thranduil was giving him the time to explain properly this. "He is in love."
Thranduil smiled, warmly. "In love?" He had never seen that one coming. So what was the problem? The twin had long reached his majority and was free to bind himself to the Elf of his choice.
Elrond moistened his lips, realizing he couldn't continue to postpone this. "He was desperately trying to fight these feelings."
"Why?" Thranduil frowned, realizing there was more to this than he had thought. "Why fight it?"
"Because he thought I would disapprove of his choice."
"And did you?" Thranduil pushed himself into an upright position and sat cross-legged opposite his lover, looking deeply into stormy blue eyes.
"I did not disapprove, and told him so."
Thranduil's frown remained. "Then when do I feel like something is still wrong?"
"Because he - and I must admit, myself as well - fears your reaction. Your disapproval."
Deep lines appeared, etched onto his brow, as Thranduil tried to put all pieces of the puzzle together... and failed. "Elrond, tell me what this is about. I grow tired of trying to solve your riddles."
Elrond swallowed hard, mentally preparing himself for whatever reaction Thranduil might display. "Elrohir is in love with Legolas." Holding his breath, he watched his lover closely. Thranduil's lips parted, releasing an 'oh', and then the blond seemed to focus inward as debating the matter privately. Nervous, Elrond waited, hoping Thranduil would give this young love a chance.
Thranduil needed a moment to digest the unexpected news. Elrond's youngest son was in love with Legolas? During the time he had now spent at Elrond's side he had come to know the twins somewhat and he had to confess he liked Elrohir. The young half-Elf would make a good mate for his son.
"Nîn glaur?" Elrond grew worried now that the blond wasn't responding. He would have preferred it if Thranduil had raged, anything except this deadly silence. "Thranduil?"
Thranduil shook himself from his musings. "And Elrohir is sincere about my son?"
Elrond's eyes widened slightly. "Aye, I think he is. He has never come to me in tears over an Elf before. I am not sure, but I feel fairly certain Legolas is his first love." Elrond tentatively gathered his lover's hands in his, needing the contact. "I told him to follow his heart and to befriend Legolas."
Absentmindedly, Thranduil nodded. "Do you think Elrohir would be a good match for Legolas?"
"I do not know Legolas very well," said Elrond tentatively, "but I do know Elrohir. He is intelligent, cunning, tender and caring. He is fiercely loyal and would never do anything to bring Legolas or you dishonor or grief."
Thranduil finally met his lover's eyes and saw the apprehension in them. Elrond was afraid he would disapprove and break Elrohir's heart. "Maybe I should welcome your son's interest in Legolas," he said at long last.
Elrond was glad he was sitting down, for Thranduil's mellow reaction even took him aback. "You welcome it?"
Now it was Thranduil's turn to sigh, distressed. "Legolas has been suffering from loneliness for the last few decades."
"Loneliness?" So he had been right after all! Elrond shook his head. "But I do not understand. He is fair, caring and a great catch."
"And therein lies the problem," sighed Thranduil, smiling sadly at his lover. "No one ever falls in love with -him-. They fall in love with his eyes, his hair, his body, and that saddens Legolas. He does not want to settle down in a marriage that is mostly based on his appearance. He wants someone at his side who loves him for who he is."
Elrond nodded in understanding. "But Elrohir is not that shallow."
"I hope not," said Thranduil, suddenly feeling tired as well. "What do you suggest we do?"
"Let them find their way. If this love was meant to be they will find passion in another's arms and if not... We will be there to pick up the pieces."
"I will make sure it won't get that far," stated Thranduil determinedly. "Elrohir had better not break my son's heart."
"Nîn glaur, there is little we can do except to encourage their friendship." He refused to play match maker.
"And what about Elladan?" Thranduil had seen how close the twins were.
"We could pay more attention to him, but in the end he must find his way as well. They are twins, yes, but that should not stop them from leading their own lives."
"We should keep an eye on all three of them," decided Thranduil. "Elrond?" He raised one of the half-Elf's hands to his lips and kissed the palm.
"Aye, melamin?" Elrond was relieved they had mastered this challenge. He could have easily lost his lover, had Thranduil not been this accepting.
"I feel tired as well." Thranduil folded an arm around his raven-haired lover and pulled him down with him until they had attained a comfortable sleeping position. "Let me make love to you in the morning and sleep now?"
Elrond smiled when Thranduil spooned behind him. "I love you for accepting this."
"Let us hope Elrohir and Legolas will later thank us for giving them our blessing. If not... I do not dare to think of the heartache that might follow." He buried his face in his lover's dark hair and managed to kiss the nape of Elrond's neck, before settling in for the night.
Elrond decided to let go of his worries as Thranduil curled around him. No one knew what the future might bring, but for the moment he was content to rest in his lover's arms.
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