The Strong Heart

Chapter 14

One week later…….

It was late, long after other elves had retired to their beds, as Lindir and Taurfaeron wandered through the gardens hand-in-hand. They had spent much time together during the last week getting to know one another, and had even sparred together on a few occasions. Taurfaeron had been amazed at the minstrel’s skill with knives, and had complimented the elf several times alone and in front of his guards. The Lothlorien captain was swiftly losing his heart to this incredible little elf. He regularly melted under the influence of Lindir’s golden voice, and could sit for hours listening to him sing.

Stopping under a large oak tree, Taurfaeron drew Lindir closer. “Lindir,” he said quietly, gazing down at the smaller elf, “I would like…would you allow me to court you?”

Lindir smiled shyly and a faint pink blush ran up his face. Taurfaeron thought he looked adorable. The little minstrel nodded and said softly, “Aye, Taurfaeron, I would like that.”

A brilliant smile lit Taurfaeron’s face. “Lindir, I think I have fallen in love with you.”

Lindir moved closer. “And I you,” he whispered, lifting his face. “Will you kiss me, Taurfaeron?” Arms moved around his back as he was gently held. He shivered in anticipation just before soft lips descended on his.

In the shadows, a figure watched and smiled, knowing it would not be long before the two elves exchanged silver betrothal rings. Taking one last look, Lorien, the Vala of visions and dreams, turned and floated into the Last Homely House. He always enjoyed being sent to Imladris and checking up on his favorite elves. Coming to the first room he was looking for, he shimmered through the door.

Melpomaen and Turidon lay together in the large bed, the smaller elf held tightly in the strong arms he was curled up in. Lorien was happy to see that the ancient warrior had finally accepted the elf chosen for him by the Valar as a reward for his millennia of faithfulness and bravery. He smiled at the newly bonded couple, almost sorry he had to give them the dream he carried for them. But it was necessary for Turidon to heal. When the warrior realized that Melpomaen shared the same dream, he would understand. What Turidon had done was right and had the sanction of the Valar.

The two elves tensed as they began to dream. Melpomaen whimpered and Turidon groaned. They were seeing what would have happened had Turidon not killed Thalahir. They saw the little elfling, Saercaeron, brutally slain. Melpomaen sobbed in his sleep and silent tears ran down Turidon’s face as the dream passed into the next scene. Hoards of Orcs, lead by Thalahir invaded Imladris through secret, unseen passages. Many elves were slaughtered before they could mount a defense, including little Melpomaen.

Turidon finally awoke, screaming the name of his beloved. His scream instantly waking Melpomaen, the two elves clung to each other, panting and sobbing as they told each other of their dream. It was done. In the morning, they would understand. Unseen, Lorien sent them both back into reverie, allowing a vision of their beautiful future together to ease their sleep.

The Vala moved down the hall to his next assignment. Shimmering through a wall or two, he emerged in the bedroom, smiling down at the occupants. Caladir lay wrapped around the little Gurvelon. The strong heart and his light. Lorien smiled at the glowing couple. Never had he seen two elves that made love more often than these two. Well, unless he included Erestor and Glorfindel, but they were still newly bonded. Perhaps the gift the Valar had in store for them would curtail that particular activity, but knowing them, Lorien doubted it. They would still find a way.

The Vala sent a vision into Caladir’s sleeping mind. A vision that would draw him to the Misty Mountains in the morning. Smiling once more at the couple, Lorien turned and entered the hall, heading for his last assignment.

Shimmering through the last set of doors and walls, the Vala emerged next to Erestor and Glorfindel. Lorien grinned. Too early for these two - they were not asleep yet. And it would be cruel to interrupt them just now.

Smiling, Lorien entered the sitting room and materialized. Sitting down by the cats’ basket, he picked up a black ball of fuzz to stroke it. Waking at his kitten’s meow, Tinnu prepared to defend his little one. Then he recognized the being holding the kitten. He had been here before. It was safe. Tinnu left the basket and joined his kitten on the being’s lap. He had always liked this creature that looked so much like an elf, but was not. He never came to Imladris without stopping to visit Tinnu. Tinnu heard the non-elf speak to him in his mind, telling him what beautiful kittens he had and how lovely his mate was. Tinnu purred.

Glorfindel lay atop Erestor, thrusting his tongue into his husband’s mouth as his hard member finally pushed into the tight channel. Erestor wrapped his legs around his lover’s waist as he gripped the shoulders above him and moaned.

Breaking the kiss and burying his head on Erestor’s shoulder, Glorfindel thrust again and again into the quivering warmth. “Oh, Erestor…baby …so good…always so good,” Glorfindel panted before sucking on the soft neck below him and biting gently.

Erestor wailed. “More…harder…Oh…Glor…more.”

Glorfindel moved one hand and lifted Erestor’s hips, allowing him to thrust deeper. “Like this, baby? Is this what you want, lover?”

Erestor screamed as Glorfindel’s cock slammed into his prostate, again and again. Tears of ecstasy ran down his face as he moaned and wailed, digging his fingernails into Glorfindel’s back.

Glorfindel felt Erestor’s muscles convulsing around his cock, and knew his lover was close. He reached between them and grabbed Erestor’s engorged member, stroking it firmly. “Come for me, baby. My sweet baby….I love you so much.”

Erestor screamed Glorfindel’s name as his warm essence shot out between them. Glorfindel thrust once, then a second time into the quivering channel before he arched his back and came explosively, shouting Erestor’s name.

In the sitting room, Lorien listened to the elves and smiled. The Valar had a gift for these two strong elves, as well as Caladir and Gurvelon. He waited, listening to words of eternal love as the elves finally fell into reverie. The Vala placed the cats back in their basket, stroking the soft fur one last time. Speaking to Tinnu in his mind, he told the cat what was going to happen, and made a suggestion. Tinnu considered what the Vala said, then meowed his consent. He would talk Glirien into it in the morning. Lorien smiled at the cat, as his form shimmered into invisibility once again.

Lorien entered the bedroom and gazed at the elves, a soft glow still hovering around them. Yes, these two were strong and good. Erestor and Glorfindel were perfect for the task, as well as deserving. He sent a vision into Glorfindel’s mind. A vision that matched the one he had given Caladir.

Lorien smiled one last time, and instantly was back in Valinor. He stood before Manwe. “It is done, my Lord. Glorfindel and Caladir will leave in the morning.”

“That is good,” Manwe replied, “they will need to hurry. There is no time to waste.”

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In the morning, Glorfindel awoke with a gasp.

“What is it, my love? What is wrong?” Erestor asked.

“I am not sure, sweetheart. Something is wrong. Near the Misty Mountains. Something calls me there. I saw a small village of elves. Orcs attacking. I have to go.”

“Glorfindel, you do not have the gift of foresight. Could the Valar have sent you a vision?”

“I do not know, beloved. But I know I have to go. This morning. Now.”

Erestor nodded. “Then you shall.”

Glorfindel rose and dressed quickly. He was hurrying out of the door to alert Caladir to form two patrols, and nearly collided with his second in command as he opened the door.

“Glorfindel,” Caladir said, anxiously, “we have to leave. Now. There is a village near the Misty Mountains.”

Erestor peered around the two warriors and saw Gurvelon standing, wide-eyed. He looked at his friend and nodded. He placed a hand on Glorfindel’s arms and said, “You two go and see to it. Gurvelon and I will inform Elrond.” He kissed his husband sweetly, and said, “Fare you well, my love. Come back to me safe. I love you.”

Glorfindel kissed Erestor passionately, then whispered, “Thank you, beloved. I love you.”

“Come, Caladir,” Glorfindel called to his second. Caladir released his little husband, and followed Glorfindel.

Gurvelon watched them leave, then turned to Erestor. “What happened?”

Erestor shared Glorfindel’s dream with his friend as Gurvelon nodded.

“Aye, it is the same as Caladir’s.”

Erestor sighed. “Well, let us go and inform Elrond.” The two elves set out to find their Lord, as Glorfindel and Caladir formed two patrols totaling one hundred warriors. Within minutes, they rode out of Imladris, toward the Misty Mountains.

The End
But not the end. To be continued in the next story taking place in my little universe. That story is called "Finding Hope", and I will post the first 26 chapter within a few days.
Agie