Becoming Destiny | By : Liliana Category: -Multi-Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 3046 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
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CHAPTER 16:
The Lord of Imladris moved woodenly down the darkened halls until he reached a second guard, stationed by his other patient's door. The guard bowed respectfully as the lord went into the chief advisor's quarters, before resuming his vigilance. Inside, Elrond beheld yet another beloved form, laid low from injury. Though unlike Elrohir's, Erestor's wound had been a long time in the making. As he gazed at the advisor, the sleeping face of his son interposed itself in the Lord's line of sight and Elrond felt almost overcome by the weight of his recent discovery.
{ Ai! Erestor...Never have I needed your councel more! }
But his oldest friend could not hear his words, nor the heartbreak behind them. With a sigh, Elrond set about checking the deeply sedated advisor. After ensuring all was well, the lord left for his own quarters, where a third guard had been posted by his seneschal's order. Elrond crossed the vast room towards his bed and there, he finally collapsed in heartbreak and exhaustion.
On another wing of the Last Homely House, Melpomaen was arguing, seemingly in vain, with an increasingly irritated Balrog Slayer.
" But my Lord! If you would but permit me to return to the library, I am sure I could find some imformation about the creature."
Glorfindel shook his head adamantly, for what seemed like the upteenth time.
" The hour is late. You can begin your research tomorrow." He stated, flatly.
" But...My lord!"
" Enough!" Glorfindel finally reached the end of his patience. " I will brook no further argument from you. Understood?" The colbat-colored eyes glittered dangerously.
" But..." Melpomaen tried yet again, before he could stop himself.
The Balrog Slayer's eyes gave way to blazing fury as he pinned the assistant to the wall.
" For the Valar's sake! What does it take to make you shut up?!" He roared.
And then he was kissing the young elf. Kissing him with all the unrestrained passion unleashed at last from the day's forced denial.
Melpomaen reeled in the maelstorm of the seneschal's attack, his own immediate arousal buffering his senses with gale force. He clung to the muscular frame, even as he tried in vain to stem the tidal wave of release that was much too quickly overtaking him. The golden-haired lord sensed the young elf's approaching climax and moved his mouth to a pointed ear as he began to grind his shaft against the slighter elf's, in a repeat of that morning's encounter.
" Come for me Melpomaen. Let me feel your cock pulse with the cream of your release.." He whispered, hotly.
The young elf moaned hoarsely at those words, thrusting his hips helplessly at the seneschal, who answered the plea by increasing the friction.
" I will not be denied a third time this day." Glorfindel panted. " You will be mine!"
He bent his lips to sear a possessive mark upon the writhing elf's neck. It proved to be too much for Melpomaen and he released with an inarticulate cry, sobbing mindlessly from the sheer overload of pleasure coursing through his being.
Glorfindel held him tightly, whispering tender endearments, while quelling his own desire back to a simmer. Knowing that when the time came, his own release would be all the more sweeter for it. Long moments passed before the seneschal felt Melpomaen stiffen in his arms.
" Why?" The young elf asked brokenly, as he tried to disentangle from the arms that refused to let him go. " Why would you do this again, knowing that it would only end too soon?"
" But this is not ending." The golden Lord grinned as violet eyes widened upon him. " It is only just begining. I plan to hear your cries of pleasure many more times during the rest of this night... And to join them with my own, melethron nin."
If Glorfindel's arms had not been around him, the young assistant would have crumpled to the floor, for his knees had verily given out at hearing those words.
" You...you still want me?" He asked in a small voice.
" More than I have ever wanted anything in my life... Both of them!" The golden-haired lord laughed, affectionatly tightening his embrace.
He longed to say more. To tell Melpomaen the true extent of his feelings. But he did not want to frighten the young elf. The Balrog Slayer had waited long ages for his heart to be completed. He could continue to wait, until he earned Melpomaen's love in return.
He bent his head, bestowing another toe-curling kiss upon the younger elf who, incredibly, found himself hardening once more. Noticing those beautiful violet eyes darkening with reawakened desire, Glorfindel took hold of the assistant's hand.
" Come, let us retire to my chambers..."
TBC...
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