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He found himself surrounded by unknown elves,
they were all touching hungrily his naked body…
His head fell back to rest on the shoulder of the one taking him from
behind while a deep cry escaped his lips as he reached climax in another ones´
warm mouth.
His
nipples were sucked hard by new mouths… He felt his body trembling violently as
the wave of ecstasy left his body.
The elf
impaling him from behind thrusted harder at hearing of his cry and
finished within a glimpse of a second later…
It
finished… until it all began again… in the middle of the dizziness he felt
himself thrown forward, his limp body caught in strong steady arms for some
moments… a new cock found it’s way within his sore flesh and inside his body,
paying deaf ears to his muffled complaint, and a strong arm circled around his
chest to make his body kneel in a parallel position with the strangers´, taking
him almost brutally…
Erestor
managed to see between half open eyelashes that another mouth was about to take
his flaccid member within it…
* * * * * *
* * * * *
“NO!”
Erestor screamed as he snapped awake from his nightmare to sit upright in the
bed. “Don’t!” He cried, frightened, as a tender hand came to soothe him,
petting his back.
“It is me,
Erestor.” Elrond´s most tender voice acknowledged. “¨It is me…”The Lord of
Imladris moved closer to the trembling body of his lover and embraced him
softly while petting the dark hair soothingly. “Shhh…”He shushed as he placed
loving caring kisses on the head snuggled
up to his shoulder. “It was just a nightmare beloved… Shhh…”
Erestor
could barely manage to breathe, the knot in his throat tightening at the sound
of those words * Just a nightmare… *
If he could only speak with Elrond. Tell him that he did not panic as a
small child with a bad dream, If he could only tell his lover his demons were
real and not a mere product of his imagination…
Breathing
irregularly, Erestor clutched the Lord of Imladris’ neck, silently asking for
protection, an imaginary and brief protection from the demons he could not send
away. And might never be able to get rid of…
Elrond
tightened his fiercely protective hold on his lover’s body, as the shaking did
not seem to ease. He should have realised the nightmares would began again;
they always return when spring is near and get even worse during the summers,
yet the Lord of the house was hoping this time for it to be different, he was
hoping for Erestor´s demons to leave him in peace at least, for a little
longer… It was an endless process… that reappeared every time with more
recurrence. They appeared with the coming of the spring to disappear once again
with the coming of the fall…Yet, the worst thing was that he never got Erestor
to share a word of the contents of the dreams
which frightened him so much. The only thing his younger lover would
allow him to do is to hold him tight until he could manage to control the hard
tremors. “Shhh… It is alright …Shhh…I
have you now…”
Erestor´s
breathing slowly was becoming even, though he still did not felt like pulling
away from the protective embrace, nor it seemed Elrond was going to let him do
so. He could feel the concern of his beloved as Elrond almost desperately tried
to hold him steady. Erestor was not sure, but he thought Elrond might be
trembling too.
The chief
advisor of Imladris cursed his dreams, his memories and himself. He was aware
of the distress they provoked not only to himself but to his lover too.
“I am
sorry…” Erestor mumbled still snuggled into Elrond´s neck. “I can not manage
this…”
“I know.
And you have nothing to be sorry for Meleth-Nîn…”The Lord of the house kissed
chastely the other’s head. “I wish you would speak to me…”
“Not now,
please…” They have had this conversation several times, the conversations in
which Elrond would try to persuade him to speak of what frightened him, and the
conversation in which Erestor would not comply … This conversation always ended
in a fight. “I need you now… I can not
have this conversation now, please…” The hold around his body tightened
protectively to be follow by a heavy sigh of
disagreement.
“I can not
help you if you do not talk to me. I know not what to do!”. The half-elven Lord
stated, frustrated.
“Your arms
are the only thing I need”. Erestor pulled away from the shelter on Elrond´s
neck to face him. “Please…” He begged, interrupting his lover’s already formed
complaint and smiled faintly when Elrond nodded, despite his disagreement with
ending the discussion at that point.
“Lie
down…”The half-elven Lord commanded with a mere whisper.
As Erestor
complied, Elrond spooned behind his lover, embracing him close while tracing
loving kisses across the dark mane of hair and his cheek.
“Try to
sleep… I will not let go of you…” * Ever again *After placing a last
kiss on his lover’s hair the elder elven Lord closed his eyes wearily and, as a
million times he had done before, he tried to find a reason for Erestor´s
nightmares, until the first rays of light appeared in the sky .
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*
Elrohir
stretched under hea heavy fabric covering his body and as soon as he managed to
focus his eyes he searched his room. Obviously he had not been able to stay
awake to wait for Glorfindel. The tray of food was in its usual place and
Glorfindel was not where Elrohir had planned him to be. The young elf looked at
the empty side of the bed next to him and complained soundly to the cold air.
“You are
never going to get what you want if you fall sleep Elrohir.” He admonished to
himself as he sat against the head of the bed. “You had a good plan, but no…
you had to fall asleep…”
Jumping
from his bed, Elrohir went to get an apple from the tray. They were all deep
red, obviously Glorfindel had saved Lindir the subsequent task of retrieving
the green ones that always ended up discarded … Elrohir smiled at Glorfindel´s knowledge of his tastes and
sighed…
“Ah, I love
you…” The young prince stated to the air in a whisper and bit the apple he had
taken, considering it to be the most tempting one of the bowl.
He went to
his bed once more where he sat to eat… Quietly he stared into the fire… and
before he could think of it, he was leaving his room.
* * * * * *
* * * *
Elrohir
found himself standing in front of
Glorfindel´s bedroom door. He
looked hesitantly at the crafted piece of wood separating him from the object
of his affection while his hand waited tentatively in the handle *Should I?, I want to… But would he send
me away?… Mnnn… Perhaps, he will get mad at me for interrupting his dreams… but
he has never did when I changed beds before… Well.. You did not have the same
intentions in mind Elrohir… Yes… Ai… No… I will see him in the morning…*
With a brisk movement the young elf turned his way back to his own chambers…
and in half his way he turned once again…
*Will
not wait ´till morning…* The prince of Imladris opened the door resolutely
and carefully so as not to wake his beloved, then he stepped in.
He
approached the bed until he was standing next to its empty side, and carefully;
trying not to wake the snuggled, sleeping figure he slipped between the heavy
coverlets and embraced Glorfindel.
“Elrohir?”
Asked Glorfindel, half awake.
“Please do
not send me away…” The dark haired elf supplicated in a whisper as he tightened
his embrace pleadingly.
“Are you
still afraid of the thunder?…” The blond eldar teased playfully while petting
the dark mane of hair falling down Elrohir´s back.
The younger
elf noticed a hard storm had unleashed itself, and it was roaring outside like
an enraged Balrog, the whistling of the
rushing air passed through the closed windows making an annoying creepy noise
which chilled his soul as well as his skin.
Elrohir
snuggled closer to the warm figure for a fraction of a second and then rose
from the security of Glorfindel´s chest to face him. “If I say yes, would you
let me stay?…”. He purred teasingly.
“Would you
be nice and let me sleep?” Glorfindel smiled tenderly at his beloved who was
actually considering his question…
“I can be
NICE and still not let you sleep…” Elrohir stated confidently and grinned as
the other blushed furiously whilst his hand started to play lazily on
Glorfindel´s chest.
*Nicer
than you already are?!* The golden haired elf thought almost outloud, fortunately, he bit his tongue before
giving life to any dangerous word.
If he asked
that question of Elrohir, Glorfindel was sure, the young one would mange to
prove him that he actually could… “I
am sure you can Lirimaer…” The elder elf stated reassuringly, smiling warmly
after he recovered his lost words.
Taking the slender, teasing hand in his own Glorfindel took it to his
lips and kissed it lovingly.
His heart
and body melted as he pulled his gaze back to the youngster’s face, to notice
he was looking at him, unconsciously seductively between half open eyelids. “We
should try to sleep…” he finally managed to say and smiled when his beloved
grimaced in disagreement.
*YOU
made a promise!. Do not push things further…you will scare him and he will send
you away!. Do you want that Elrohir.?! Certainly not... So you better behave!…
Ah! Behave…As if it was an easy thing to do!… I can’t… I WANT him! NOW!… Behave
yourself… Do not ruin this too!…* “Alright…” Elrohir nodded, smiling, and
slowly as not to make his beloved jump from the bed he bent to kiss Glorfindel.
His lips
found the other’s already parted in expectation. Gently he dedicated several
seconds to each one, tenderly caressing them with his own as his hands tangled
in the golden mane of hair. He felt
Glorfindel´s arms slightly tightening his embrace as the kiss´ become deeper,
and even more enticing. What would it take to break his beloved’sl pol power?…
His tongue slid in the other’s mouth, taunting it’s playmate with a seduction
he never knew he had, Elrohir could see Glorfindel between fluttering
eyelashes, his eyes were closed, and
small moans were being held back deep in his throat. Biting Glorfindel´s lower lip he ended that kiss to
lay an almost chaste one on the still parted, now swollen lips.
The golden
haired elf managed to finally open his eyes. But all he could see was Elrohir´s
dark hair. The young elf was butterfly kissing his cheek. As a soft whisper came to his hearing… * Amin mela lle…* Elrohir purred as he snuggled in his shoulder,
petting his neck… *Amin mela lle,
A´maelarain ... *
“Amin mela lle beika
Lirimaer...” Glorfindel
purred as his hand petted the dark mane of hair cascading across his beloved’s
back... “Amin mela lle beika…”
Glorfindel
closed his eyes as Elrohir snuggled closer, and his charge’s need rubbed
mockingly against his leg, setting his own on fire. He remained still, very
still… he needed to manage this… He could not… take care of the painful need
between his legs now… *Think of war… Think of ice…Think of puppies… Think
of… For Elbereth´s sake Glorfindel… Since when do you find impossible to
control your own instincts!*
The blond
eldar almost moaned when Elrohir faintly moved brushing unwarily his need
against his leg once more.
“Glorfindel?…
Are you sleep?” Elrohir askeda wha whisper not moving from his nestle.
“Not yet
Lirimaer…” The elder elf managed to say after finding his vocal chords. * Not
even the entire bottle of the elixir your father prepared would be able to make
me sleep… *
“Will you
tell them to be quiet for a little while? Until I fall asleep?…” Elrohir smiled
against the eldar’s neck flesh, at his own petition while his fingers draw
incoherent figures on the other side of it.
“I will ask
them to be quiet for eternity if that is what you want me to do…”. Glorfindel
stated while placing an adoring kiss on Elrohir´s brow.
“Mnnn… I
know…” Mumbled a content, sleepy Elrohir in his arms.
Glorfindel
kissed Elrohir´s head once again and then relaxed into the comfort of his
pillow. He could not help but smile at the remembrance of a small Elrohir
slipping in his bed in the middle of the night, or frightened because of storms
much less important than the one of this night…
He closed
his eyes to picture better the memory of a stormy night coming to his mind…
* * * * * *
* *
It had been raining all day. And his
daily chores had been delayed with the sudden storm harassing Imladris.
Elrond had asked him to supervise that
all necessary tasks had been taken care
off, and everything within the city was
perfectly secure for all its habitants.
He had finally finished; after long hours of running from the east corner of the
house to west and the south to north several times...
While heading to his private rooms
Glorfindel had suddenly stopped himself at the tenth step of the stairs to pay
attention to the sound he thought he had heard… Yes…It had been a whimper…
The blond elf stooped down and easily followed the sobs over the raging thunders in yelling
in the sky. The sound was becoming clearer with every step he took.
There, behind a statue, a small figure huddled trembling, covered by
a green blanket.
“Look what I have found here!…” Thder
der
elf mused as he knelt infront of the
covered infant.
“Glorfindel?” The six year old elf had
opened a small hole between the sides of his cover, to peeped out at the blond
elf kneeling in front of him and quickly embraced him tightly around the neck,
with out releasing his blanket.
“Hello Elrohir…” The blond elf had smiled
at the little one’s naïve fear while
petting the boy’s back soothingly.
“They are arguing again…” Elrohir had
said hiding his face in Glorfindel´s neck
“Yes… I have heard.” Glorfindel had
carefully stood to take Elrohir to a warmer place, he could still clearly remember the cold wind blowing down
the half sheltered hallway, , “But they
are only arguing among themselves, you have no reason to be afraid little one…”
Big wet green eyes had looked back at him
pleadingly. “Can you not tell them to fight softly? They frighten me…The clouds
will listen to you…”
“You think they will?”
“Yes…”Elrohir had whispered securely as
his small hands clenched tightly around his neck still holding his favourite
green blanket.
“Mnnn… I don’t think they will…You see,
When the clouds roar as scarily as they are roaring today is because they are
very, very angry, so angry they are, that they won’t even listen to their own
words. And I am afraid that they are
screaming so loud… that not even if I tried my best I would be able to get
their attention…”
“Your voice is pretty… Maybe if you
talked to them they will stop arguing to listen to you…”
“We can try that… But I will need your
help…”
“ok…”
“Ah!… There is my lost son…” Elrond
approached and kissed Elrohir’s head which was still snuggled in his friend’s
shoulder.
“He was hiding behind his favourite
statue…”
“What were you doing down stairs
Elrohir?.” Elrond had asked, puzzled, making Glorfindel realized, just at that
moment that it was indeed very strange that Elrohir had dared to go downstairs
all by himself with all those thunder claps… If he had been with Elladan that
would have been more likely but he had found only one twin and they were always
together when they disappeared.
“Elladan?.” Glorfindel had asked,
worried, of the infant elf’s father, as this one petted his son’s cheek
lovingly.
“He is with Erestor in my room…He
appeared as soon as the thunder started to rumble… What are you doing up this
late Glorfindel?”.
“I just finished settling everything
there was needed to pass the storm with out drastic problems…”. He had stated
as his hand pulled the green coverlet closed over the small elf figure.
“We did not expect this…I am sorry I have
made you do all this so suddenly…”
“It needed to be done. Do not trouble
yourself, my friend…”
“Well now, as soon as Elrohir releases
your neck, you can go take a well deserved hot bath…” Elrond had mused smiling
at the image of his sleepy son snuggled against his neck.
Little arms tightened as soon as Elrond
had spoken those words, Glorfindel could remember the tension in the little
body, which increased as the child’s father stated that Erestor, was waiting
only for him to start one of his and Elladan´s
favourite stories…
Soft hair had brushed the sensitive skin
of his neck as Elrohir showed his intention of not moving an inch from his
apparently comfortable position in the strong arms which held him protectively.
“Do you not want to come with me?” Elrond
had asked, whispering, as his son did not make a single move but to tighten his
embrace even more.
“No!…” Elrohir had cried clenching almost
desperately to his neck.
“Glorfindel
needs to rest Elrohir. You can see him tomorrow… Now come with me… You do not
want Elladan to fall asleep before Erestor can start the story you like so
much…”
“You
go…”Elrohir defied from the security of his embrace. “I stay…”
“Elrohir!”
The Lord of Imladris had warned his youngest sibling with that characteristic
voice of his.
“Glorfindel!
I want to stay with him!…” Elrohir had retorted stubbornly tightening his arms
as if he sensed his father was about to pull him away from the one who held him
safely. “You go!…I stay!”
Elrond
had arched an eyebrow in surprise. From Elladan he might have expected such
blatant direct reaction, but Elrohir?… It was the first time the youngest twin
defied his father… And neither the Lord of Imladris nor himself saw this
reaction coming…
“Elrohir…
Why do you not go with your father and Erestor and tomorrow I will see you at
breakfast?… And later I can tell you and Elladan a nice story… or perhaps we
can go swim…”
“I want
to stay with you!…” The youngest prince had started to mumble between sobs, as
tears formed in the corner of his eyes. He was tired…
Both
elder elves looked at each other, knowing that if Elrond tried to even touch
his son to take him with him, Elrohir would
start crying and would not have
stopped in Elbereth knows when…
“It is
alright Elrond… He can come…”
“ You
can not rest properly sleeping with Elrohir every night…”
“Ah… It
will pass… Elrohir will learn to sleep in his own bed once he is seven… yes?…”
He had asked to the sleepy elf-child snuggled in his arms.
“No…”
Elrohir had pouted from his arms.
“Yes.
You will…” Elrond had stated firmly as he petted his son’s dark hair tenderly.
Giving up with his last statement the previous discussion…But it seemed that
Elrohir did not agree with the ending his father gave to the whole issue. For
he cried…
“No!”
“You
will need to learn to sleep in your own room… Glorfindel can not have you
jumping in his bed every night… He needs his privacy…”
“Why?”
Elrohir had asked rubbing his eyes tiredly with a little hand.
“Because
someday he might not be alone…” Elrond tried to explain calmly and with this
the small figure in his arms turned his head to be able to face him in inquiry.
“But…You
are mine…”. Elrohir had stated firmly yet at the edge of starting a tantrum. He
had never stopped staring in his
protector’s eyes. As if making clear what he had said.
The Lord
of the house sighed defeated, and with the acknowledgment that he will not be
able to win that argument that night, getting his youngest son’s attention.
“Glorfindel
mine!” The small elf bawled determined almost defiantly to his father.
“Yes…”
Elrond sighed once again as he kissed good night his son’s head. “He is yours…”
With
that Elrohir had snuggled again yawning in his neck and playing with some stray
locks of his hair he had fallen asleep before Glorfindel was able to reach his
rooms…
&n
* * * * * *
* *
Opening his
eyes Glorfindel saw at the sleeping figure against his body and pulled it
selfishly closer. Elrohir moaned softly at the unexpected movement and his hand
instinctively petted the creamy flesh his fin ins instantly found, the prince’s
head was snuggled in his neck and shoulder like it had been that day… The only
difference with the past was that now… Glorfindel could say he was and always
will be Elrohir´s…
TBC…
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