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Chapter XIV

Elrond called for a meeting with his sons and counsellors the following day right after the noonday meal. Now that that the Company of the Ring had departed Imladris it was time to turn their attention to matters closer at hand. Such as the security of the lands about them. For the Quest would be partly in vain were Frodo to succeed in destroying the One Ring only to return to a ravaged North.

Erestor and his fellow advisors arrived one after the other. Elrond and his sons were not long in following. But Glorfindel was late. That surprised everyone. The captain was never tardy and would oft arrive earlier than the appointed time. Elrohir looked at Elladan but the older twin shrugged signifying that he had no inkling where Glorfindel might be or why he was late.

When nearly twenty minutes had passed, Elrond requested one of the advisors to summon Glorfindel. But just as the Elf rose from his seat, the door to the study opened and the captain walked in. No one could refrain from staring at him in shock and curiosity. Not even Elrond.

He was impeccably attired for council as was his habit, his golden hair perfectly plaited in his usual style. And his stride was brisk and purposeful as befitting the leader of Rivendell’s forces. But his face told a different tale.

The line of his mouth was worse than unsmiling; it was positively grim. And there dark rings under his eyes and a pallor to his skin that bespoke not only a sleepless night but also a restive one. Furthermore, his eyes were reddened as if he had wept or they had been subjected to some irritant. As no one could imagine Glorfindel shedding tears for any reason, they all thought the latter the cause of the state of his eyes though that raised even more questions than satisfied them.

He took his seat beside Erestor across the conference table from Elrond who in turn was flanked by the brethren. Elladan stared at him with obvious anxiety but he avoided meeting the twin’s eyes. Elrond also regarded him with worry.

“Are you well, Glorfindel?” he gently inquired. “We did not see you at breakfast or lunch.”

“Im mae, hiren,” the captain tersely replied. I am well, my lord.

Elrond raised an eyebrow at the slight roughness of Glorfindel’s normally dulcet voice. But as the Noldo had asserted his soundness of body albeit quite curtly, he decided not to push the issue but to start the meeting at last.

The afternoon passed swiftly enough as they spoke of their various concerns. Paramount was the threat to the eastern realms of Mirkwood, Lothlórien, Dale and Erebor. In his previous journey to the Woodland Realm, Glorfindel had garnered enough information to form a valid opinion of the perils these kingdoms faced. And Thranduil had made it clear that he believed Dol Guldur would not hold off much longer but would soon unleash its hordes of Orcs and other foul creatures on the Dark Lord’s foes.

“Then we must lend aid where it will be most needed,” Elrond said.

“Mirkwood will need it most,” Glorfindel stated. “Both Dale and Erebor have the numbers to prevail even under prolonged siege. And Lórien cannot be taken by any power less than Sauron himself. But Mirkwood’s folk are at risk for all their valor and skill. They are less numerous than they used to be and Thranduil does not bear what you and the Lady of the Wood wield to protect your realms.”

Elrond considered this swiftly. “Take the greater number of our forces to Mirkwood and soonest,” he decided. “I can hold the line against the enemy should they turn on Imladris.”

Glorfindel nodded in agreement. Elrohir caught his eye and he saw the gratitude in the younger twin’s gaze. Elrond saw it as well and, guessing at the reason for his son’s gratefulness, could not suppress a small smile.

“I think we have covered everything,” he said. “But before we adjourn this meeting, I believe it would do us all good to hear of something to rejoice about,” he added, looking pointedly at his younger son.

Elrohir turned a startling crimson shade under his father’s regard. So rare an occurrence was his reaction that it drew smothered laughter from the other Elves.

With a resigned sigh, the Elf-knight gave in and, with his typical bluntness, said: “Legolas and I plighted our troth yesterday ere we went to the Hall of Fire.” He paused and waited out the smattering of surprised gasps. “We promised to bind to each other as soon as we have fulfilled our obligations to our lands and people.” Elrohir glanced at Elladan before turning his full gaze on Elrond. “And I pledged myself to Elvenkind, Father. As my betrothal gift to Legolas.”

The gasps were louder this time around and also more joyous. Elrond broke into a brilliant smile at his younger son’s last pronouncement. But his relief was short-lived for he soon noted the mournful gaze Elrohir bestowed on his brother. Felicity swiftly giving way to consternation, he turned in his chair to face Elladan.

“Have you made your choice, gwaniuar?”—older twin?—he demanded in sudden fear.

Reading his father’s thoughts, Elladan gravely replied: “I know what path I wish to take though I have not declared it as yet.”

Elrond’s fear deepened. “What stays you when your brother has already done so?” he persisted.

Elladan hesitated. “Because my choice cannot please you,” he finally murmured. “Forgive me, sire, but I see no reason to bind myself to eternity.” At Elrond’s stricken look, he bit his lip then whispered: “You know my love will always be with you come what may but this is the road I must take.” He held Elrond’s sorrowful gaze and a sad smile creased his lips. “Will you keep me from it, Ada?”—Papa?

Elrond closed his eyes and a shudder visibly coursed through his frame. Beside him, Elrohir lowered his anguished gaze, unwilling to burden his brother further with his pain. But Elladan resolutely kept his gaze on his father. All three seemed to have forgotten the presence of the others.

Silence engulfed the study. The counsellors looked uncertainly at each other. Delicacy indicated that they should leave the study and allow the family their privacy. But Elrond had not dismissed them and protocol dictated that they could not go until he did. Feeling like intruders, they averted their gazes, unable to bear witness to their lord’s grief. Only Glorfindel did not turn his eyes away but laid them on the older twin with an intensity that would have unmanned Elladan had he known of it and returned it.

At length, Elrond heaved a broken sigh and opened his eyes to gaze at his firstborn. Though his eyes gleamed with tears, his regard remained steady.

“I will not gainsay your choice if ‘tis truly what you desire,” he quietly said. “If that is what will gain you your happiness then I will abide by it.” He drew a shaky breath. “And by the love I bear you, I will stand as your witness before the Powers.”

Elladan’s eyes glistened at this evidence of his father’s great love for him. “Thank you, Ada,” he murmured. Reaching for Elrond’s hands, he clasped them tightly in his. “Then with the blessing of the Valar, I state my choice,” he said, his voice fraught with emotion. “From this day forth I will take my place amongst—”

“Nay!”

They all started at the harsh roar. Before any of them could move or speak, Glorfindel had leapt to his feet, eyes blazing with anger and alarm. Elladan stared at him as he stalked around the table and approached him, sweeping past Elrohir and Elrond with nary a glance of apology at either.

He was brusquely pulled out of his chair and drawn into a crushing embrace before his mouth was caught in a scorching kiss that left him panting for much needed breath before long. So heady was the assault that he could only hang on to Glorfindel’s shoulders lest he drop to the floor, his knees suddenly as solid as melting butter.

His father and brother looked on in mingled confusion and fascination, too stunned to protest this blatant ravishment of one of their own. And the advisors openly gawked in utter gracelessness at the scene before them. One of them could not quite stifle an awed “Sweet Eru!”

Elrond heard. Snapping out of his shock, he finally recalled that his advisors were still there. He glanced at Erestor and, with a tilt of his head, indicated the door. The chief counsellor swiftly rose to his feet and, with a peremptory gesture, hurriedly herded the others out of the room.

It was many breathless moments before Glorfindel saw fit to end the kiss. Once released from the plundering of his mouth, Elladan could not speak but only gaped in astonishment and bewilderment at his unexpectedly ardent warrior love.

“You will not travel that road, Elladan,” Glorfindel told him in a taut voice that shook with unveiled fear. “You will not condemn me to an eternity without you. Without your loving!”

The twin found his voice at last though it came out as little more than a squeak. “What – what are you saying?” he stuttered.

“That I love you, my brave one,” Glorfindel staunchly stated. Ignoring Elladan’s stunned stare and the audible gasps from Elrond and Elrohir, he let go of the twin’s waist to lift his hands and cup his comely face, stroking the elegant cheekbones with his thumbs. “Curse me for a scoundrel for all the hurt I caused you,” he declared. “Damn me for a coward for waiting so long to offer you my heart. But do not leave me, Elladan. Do not doom me to a life of despair and hopeless yearning.”

When Elladan could only mutely gaze at him, struck dumb by so unbidden and fervent a declaration, Glorfindel imperiously said: “Say it, seron vell.”—beloved. “Declare yourself of Elvenkind. And mine.”

Elladan drew in a ragged breath. He had been claimed in no uncertain terms. With his father and brother no less to see and hear, there was no doubting Glorfindel’s intentions.

Eyes swimming with tears, Elladan broke into a smile of such incandescence, it bested even the brightest of Glorfindel’s offerings. “From this day forth I will take my place amongst my father’s kindred,” he said in a hushed reverent voice. “With the blessing of the Valar, I pledge myself to eternity and – and to you, Glorfindel. I pledge myself to you.”

Something stirred within him even as he finished uttering his simple oath. He caught his breath at the surge of sensation that streaked through his tall form, even unto the very tips of his fingers and the heels of his feet. He felt as if he was on fire but there was no pain. Only an intense heat that coursed through him and around him. He vaguely wondered if Elrohir had also felt this abrupt burgeoning of his eternal flame when he made his own pledge.

Glorfindel peered at him, noting his flushed countenance and the strange brilliance in his pewter eyes. He heard Elrohir’s sharp intake of breath followed by a patent sigh of relief. That alone told him that the miracle had happened even before Elrond’s happy confirmation.

“It is done.”

The captain smiled then, sheer joy and relief sweetening the line of his lips. Again he pressed his mouth to Elladan’s, prying the sinuous lips apart to pillage the sweetness within. Elladan’s arms snaked around his long frame and soon they were lost in another searing caress.

“Shall we have the smiths forge another pair of silver bands then?”

They broke apart to look at a grinning Elrohir. The younger twin had his arm around a beaming Elrond’s shoulders and both looked back at the lovers in unfettered joy. Elladan blushed.

Glorfindel’s aversion to public displays had tempered his own nonchalance about it. It only occurred to him now what a spectacle they must have made before Erestor and the others. And his father and brother had watched him and Glorfindel engage in further indubitably disreputable behavior! He turned concerned eyes on his lover who would be even more discomfited than he was.

But to his surprise, Glorfindel did not look in the least abashed but only thoughtful. And then he softly said: “Nay, not silver. Gold.”

The three Peredhil were once again reduced to speechlessness. But Elrond quickly recovered his wits and, with commendable aplomb, pronounced: “Show me the design you desire and I will have it done at once.” When his son and captain smiled then looked at each other again with renewed longing, he quickly added: “And now, since you two seem in need of a, ah, long talk, may I suggest that you hold it in a more private setting?”

Elladan laughed out loud, the merry sound welcome after its long absence from the Last Homely House. He hugged his father and twin before grabbing Glorfindel’s hand and pulling him toward the door and out of the study. Not that the captain needed any prompting.

When they were gone, Elrohir turned to Elrond. The Elvenlord was unashamedly weeping.

“Ada!” the Elf-knight exclaimed, quickly throwing his arms around Elrond. “Are you all right?”

Elrond chuckled through his tears, nodded heartily and gladly leaned into his younger son’s soothing embrace.

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The pair hardly made it into Glorfindel’s bedchamber before they practically tore at each other’s clothing. Indeed, the captain only waited for their breeches to come undone before he tumbled them both onto his bed and proceeded to kiss Elladan senseless. The twin moaned incoherently against his mouth when he impatiently ground their rigid shafts together, unable to wait for a thorough shedding of their raiment. Desiring more friction, he pulled back and thrust himself between Elladan’s sleek thighs at the same time trapping the twin’s length between their hard bellies as they slid against each other. This was the closest Elladan had ever come to yielding in his previous associations with fellow ellyn and he skillfully compensated for the figurative looser fit, pressing his thighs closer around Glorfindel’s shaft. He gloried in Glorfindel’s blissful groaned response.

Given their mutual, almost desperate lust, it did not take long for them to come to completion. Elladan huffed raggedly as he spilled his seed, dappling their abdomens and chests with pearlescent cream. A rapid succession of hoarse gasps later and Glorfindel spent himself, copious spurts of his release coating and seeping between Elladan’s legs.

Elladan lay back limply, languor creeping up on him in the wake of such edacious rutting. But it quickly became apparent that Glorfindel was not of like mind or feeling. Raising himself off his unresisting lover, he stripped Elladan completely then shed the rest of his own garments. Hardly had he drawn off his breeches when he virtually pounced on the drowsy twin once more with rapacious fervor.

Caught in Glorfindel’s sensual spell, Elladan arched into the captain’s onslaught, somnolence forgotten. Sleep could wait and indeed could not compete with the sensations of the slide and grip of hands on fevered skin, the touch and nibble of lips on tightening nipples, the press of rigid flesh against the sensitive line where groin met thigh. Sleep was completely vanquished when a pillow was slipped beneath his hips and in the next instant the wicked swipes of an insistent tongue warned of his imminent piercing by it.

One hand against his mouth the back of it stifling the increasing volume of his expressions of pleasure, the other reaching down to rake through the golden sheath of Glorfindel’s hair, Elladan fought the rapturous tumult building within his body. Too much, too much, his senses screamed as each dip of Glorfindel’s tongue brought him closer to the summit of another climax. But Elbereth only knew how many fingers took its place and a hot mouth suddenly enclosed his resurgent shaft.

“Glorfindel!” he bit out, struggling to contain the almost painful ecstasy that surged through every cranny of his being. “I cannot take this!”

Then let go, melethron.

Elladan was stunned by the silent reply. It was the uttermost intimacy, this linkage of their minds, and one Glorfindel had withheld from all but that first love who had caused him to shy from it in the first place. His control overthrown by his surprise, Elladan opened himself completely to the surfeit of bliss each fervent draw upon his shaft and every flex and delve of the fingers within his flesh yielded him. With a strangled cry, he spent himself in Glorfindel’s eager mouth, trembling quite helplessly as he was milked to the last, gorgeous drop.

The next thing he was aware of was Glorfindel’s lips upon his, kissing him with a gentleness that belied the hunger he could feel behind the caress. More kisses were bestowed upon his glowing face and down his throat and along his shoulders before Glorfindel reclaimed his mouth once more, slipping within to plunder its reaches at the same time that he slid deep into Elladan’s body.

Glorfindel groaned as he was gloved in soft moist heat. He could not quite explain what made the experience so wondrously different with Elladan, it simply was. His tongue mimicking the repeated thrusts of his shaft, he gave himself up to the pleasure and joy of knowing the older twin his in all senses of the word.

They lost themselves to the conflagration of their loving, their bodies moving in rhythmic abandon, every plunge of flesh into flesh pushing them closer to the precipice before the dizzying descent into mindless rapture. Reaching between their straining bodies, Glorfindel captured the slick tumescent column that prodded his belly and stroked it vigorously. Elladan gasped at the added stimulation and reared wildly, sheathing Glorfindel completely with each wanton lift of his hips, thus hastening their full unraveling.

With a harsh groan, Glorfindel buried himself to the hilt and spilt himself fulsomely within his lover. Elladan swiftly followed and Glorfindel felt the clenching of his muscles about his still pulsing shaft, the throbbing of his flesh in his palm and the spurt of warm seed upon his abdomen. He remained atop Elladan for some minutes to catch his breath.

At length, he rolled off Elladan to lie by his side. An inviting look and an outstretched hand and the older twin lay snug within the circle of his arms, his head tucked into the crook of his neck. He held Elladan close, breathing in the seductive indefinable scent that lay halfway between elven and human. He could have lost it forever. The sobering thought compelled him to tighten his hold on Elladan much to the twin’s wonder.

Even through the delicious haze of his ravaging, Elladan had perceived a change in Glorfindel’s demeanor. Since their reconciliation, Glorfindel had allowed his heretofore restrained possessiveness to pervade their couplings. Elladan had understood that it was as much a warning to him to never again transgress as it was a statement of territoriality. But this eve was different. A vital element was missing.

Glorfindel had never bedded him before with anything less than supreme confidence not only in his prowess but also in his exclusive right to Elladan’s favors. It was this confidence that gave him so much control over their relationship, carnal and otherwise. It had not been in evidence now – at least not to the same degree that Elladan had accustomed himself.

Elladan had sensed Glorfindel’s conflicting emotions – relief and worry had mingled uneasily with his lust and love. Glorfindel had taken him not with the air of one who knew his ownership of him and used their couplings as a not-so-subtle reminder of this fact. Rather, in this joining, the captain had re-staked his claim on him as if he had lost him and then found him but still feared that he could yet slip away from him once more. Elladan wondered what had passed in the space of one night to have altered the proud Noldo so profoundly.

Glorfindel whispered something that Elladan could not quite make out. He lifted his head to look at his lover and was taken aback to find the latter’s cheeks gleaming with tears. Raising himself on one arm, he looked down at the captain, lifting a hand to wipe the salty wetness away with his fingers.

“Glorfindel?” he asked with tender concern.

The captain drew a shuddery breath and turned glinting eyes on him. In a hushed voice he repeated what he had earlier uttered.

“Her name was Faelrin.”

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Glossary:

Peredhil – Half-elves/Half-elven

ellyn – male Elves

melethron – lover (m.)

To be continued…
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