Erestor's Secret

Title: Erestor’s Secret (16/?)
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Galdor/Dringion (OMC), Ecthelion/Thoniel (OFC)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, except for the cats. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything else. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Timeline: Gondolin, 501 of the First Age
Warning: AU.
Beta: Phyncke. All remaining mistakes are mine alone.
Summary: The wedding
A/N: If you recall, Thoniel’s mother is Galdor’s niece, and her father is Galdor’s seneschal. They are Gladon and Taurneneth. In this story, the seneschals are the head of the household and in charge of domestic arrangements and the servants, and have no military duties.

Erestor’s eyes were sparkling and his whole body seemed to be on edge as the healers carried him to the garden on a litter. He had dutifully slept the remainder of the afternoon, aided by one of the healer’s potions, until Nestoron and Ecthelion had awoken him to prepare for his wedding and Glorfindel had been sent away to bathe and dress. New supports had been laid along his leg, knee to ankle, and bound tightly to prevent any movement. They had clothed Erestor in a long, pale blue tunic and a silken silver surcoat, with the empty sleeves tucked beneath the injured elf, as Nestoron would not yet allow his broken arm to be unwrapped. Diamonds sparkled around the high collar of his tunic and served as buttons down the deep opening in front, and even more flashed in his shining ebon hair. Soft blue slippers were on his feet, and a silver shawl was spread over him to ward off the evening’s chill.

As they entered the garden, lanterns twinkled in the branches of the trees trying to attract Erestor’s notice. Glistening water fell in the fountain, calling out for him to hear its music. Candlelight danced seductively on silver holders. But all was in vain, for Erestor saw and heard only one thing: the shining, tall, golden elf who stood and waited for his betrothed, light glimmering in his blue eyes, with the name of his beloved on his lips.

Nestoron and one of his assistants carefully laid Erestor on the waiting chaise. As the healers moved away, Glorfindel knelt at his side. “Erestor,” he whispered reverently. Taking the smaller elf’s hand in his own, he bent and kissed the long fingers. “You are beautiful.”

Erestor’s breath caught and his shimmering eyes traveled up to Glorfindel’s, and they saw only each other until two other elves stood beside the chaise. Sadron quietly cleared his throat to draw Glorfindel’s attention.

“Erestor,” Glorfindel said, turning to smile at the two who had dared to intrude, “I think you have met my seneschal, Sadron, but I do not think you know his wife, Amareth. They are my dear friends and the keepers of my house, and have come to stand for me at our wedding.”

After the seneschal and his wife bowed deeply to Erestor, Amareth knelt by the chaise opposite Glorfindel. Smiling down at Erestor, she said, “We are delighted to be the ones to welcome you to the House of the Golden Flower, my lord. All are overjoyed at the news and look forward to your coming to your new home. Lord Glorfindel’s parents cannot give you the gifts you deserve on this day, so we bring them instead.” Taking the box with the circlet from her husband, she opened it. “This circlet with its golden flowers was worn by our lord’s mother, and it is fitting that you should now wear it as his mate.” Taking the gold circlet from the box, she set it on Erestor’s head, arranging it among his braids.

As Amareth rose, Sadron took her place and opened the small box with the brooch. “Accept this jewel, my lord, our gift to you,” he said. “As the diamond is joined with the golden flower, it symbolizes the joining of our two houses.” He pinned the brooch on Erestor’s tunic and smiled. “Welcome to our house, my Lord Erestor. From this hour, we pledge our fealty to you as a lord our house and Lord Glorfindel’s husband.”

“I thank you both with all my heart,” Erestor said quietly, his shining eyes moving from Sadron to Amareth. “I am awed by the gift of the circlet once worn by the mother of my love, and I will treasure it and your jewel always. But most of all, I thank you for welcoming me to your house. I can have no greater gift than Glorfindel’s love, and I promise you I will love him and honor him for all time. I hope that we will become great friends, and that you would honor me by calling me simply Erestor.”

Glorfindel beamed at Erestor’s words, knowing that his words had assured him of Sadron’s and Amareth’s devotion. His future husband’s kindness was sure to win the affection of all in his house.

Ecthelion stood watching his brother proudly as he received his gifts, and he smiled at Erestor’s words. He could see that the same rites were happening between Thoniel’s parents and Dringion, who also lay on a chaise longue. It was the custom of the Noldor that a feast was held first and the rites after, but since Erestor and Dringion were both still healing, he had arranged for the ceremonies to occur before the traditional feast. It was likely that one or both of them would tire early. The only additional elves present were Nestoron and the other members of Ecthelion’s household. After the rites, the servants would serve the dinner, and in deference to Erestor and Dringion, the rest of them would eat their meal casually, sitting in chairs by small side tables around the garden courtyard. This arrangement suited Ecthelion’s plans perfectly, since at some point during the evening he intended to speak with Thoniel’s parents to obtain their blessing on his betrothal to their daughter.

Sadron’s hand on his arm recalled Ecthelion out of his musings, reminding him that it was time for him to perform his duty as the head of his family. Dropping to his knees in front of the still kneeling Glorfindel so Erestor could see him easily, he removed a small box from his tunic. “Glorfindel, I have been proud to call you a friend, and I am prouder still to call you my law-brother.” He removed a pendant on a silver chain from the box and slipped it over Glorfindel’s head, saying, “Take this jewel with my blessing, a symbol of the union of our two houses.” A perfectly cut white diamond set in silver gleamed on his friend’s chest.

“Thank you, Thel,” Glorfindel whispered, clasping Ecthelion’s shoulder in a firm grip. “I promise you, I will care for Erestor and love him always. He will never suffer one moment of grief because of me.”

“I know you will, Fin,” Ecthelion answered. Grasping Glorfindel’s shoulder, he leaned closer to his friend and whispered, “Because if you do not, you know you will answer to me. Never hurt him, Fin, or I will hurt *you*.”

“This I know,” Glorfindel responded so softly that only Ecthelion could hear him. “You have my word.”

The two warriors and life-long friends smiled at each other, each still holding on to the other, and a look of understanding passed between them. Each of them would give their life without question to defend Erestor. Ecthelion was handing over to Glorfindel the care of the person he loved most in life, and he was sure that his friend would be worthy of that trust, knowing that he was receiving one of the purest and wisest of Eru’s creations into his keeping.

Erestor wondered what Thel had said to Glorfindel, but knowing his brother well, he had a good idea. He watched the look that passed between his brother and his beloved, wondering what it signified, but then Ecthelion smiled down at him and took his hand. What happened next passed as if a dream: Amareth and Ecthelion joined his hand with Glorfindel’s and blessed them, invoking the names of Varda and Manwë, and speaking the seldom-said name of the One. A ring fashioned in two colors of gold was pressed into his hand. One yellow strand and another that shone like silver were braided together in a never-ending circle, a symbol of the union of the House of the Golden Flower and the House of the Fountain. When the mate of the ring he held had been slipped onto his right index finger, his heart overflowed with joy. He slid the ring he held onto Glorfindel’s finger and looked up to see the golden lord’s eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Glorfindel,” he whispered, before his lips were covered in a loving kiss.

Every nerve in Glorfindel’s body seemed taut with intense emotion as he leaned over to kiss Erestor. As he held the smaller hand in his own and heard the words of the blessing, he silently gave his body and soul into the keeping of the elf he would adore for all time. Although they would not be truly bound together until their bodies joined, he was Erestor’s and Erestor was his. Once they were finally physically joined, nothing could or would ever sever that bond: not even death.

When the kiss ended, the two elves saw only each other, vivid blue gazing into sparkling pewter grey. No sound pierced their sheltered haven, so wrapped in the warmth of their love were they. The burbling music of the fountain and the sweet instruments of the minstrels played to unhearing ears. It was not until Glorfindel was slapped on the back in congratulations by Sadron that the trance was broken and the two elves awoke from their enchantment with joyous laughter.

The music of the minstrels was soft but lively as the elves in attendance moved through the courtyard congratulating the two newly married couples. Neither Glorfindel nor Galdor left their spouses as they lay upon their chaises, but the eyes of the two lords met in a silent, exultant salute. Dringion’s smile was almost as blinding as Erestor’s, Glorfindel thought, but not near as beautiful to his eyes. Servants brought the especially prepared dinner, arranging it on a serving buffet. It was Ecthelion himself who brought food and drink to Glorfindel and Erestor, setting plates and goblets on a low table by the chaise before going to sit with Thoniel and her parents.

Erestor thought he was too excited to eat, but it was too difficult to refuse Glorfindel when a fork-full of one of his favorite foods was held to his mouth. Although he would rather have been alone with Glorfindel, he talked quietly with Sadron and Amareth, using the time to know them better. He decided he liked them – very much. They were good and honest, and obviously adored his husband, so how could he not?

Glorfindel sat beside Erestor on the chaise, happily offering food to his new husband and occasionally joining in the conversation. When they had finally finished eating, Glorfindel lay beside Erestor on the chaise, holding his new mate in his arms. They glanced over to where Erestor’s brother sat with Galdor’s seneschal and his wife, Gladon and Taurneneth. When they saw Thoniel suddenly throw herself into Ecthelion’s arms for a fervent kiss, they both smiled: Ecthelion had received the blessing of his beloved’s parents for their betrothal.

Erestor sighed happily and leaned closer into Glorfindel’s embrace, his eyes closing. Softly, he began to sing and as the sound of his melodic song grew, it rivaled the music of the fountain and filled the courtyard. Those who had never heard his rich, silver voice before were transfixed. Those who had heard his voice before were nonetheless spellbound, denoting a new golden quality entwined with the silver. The sound slowly faded away into the twinkling laughter of the fountain as the song ended.

All were silent at the conclusion of the song, and the only sound was the harmonious babbling of the fountain until Amareth exclaimed, “Such a voice! Surely he has been gifted by the Valar!”

“He has indeed,” Glorfindel whispered, as always, in awe of Erestor’s voice. “Never have I heard a voice as lovely.” He softly kissed Erestor’s brow and held him closer. “And I have surely been blessed by the Valar to have him as my mate.”

“No, it is I who have been blessed with your love,” Erestor said as he opened his eyes. Smiling at Amareth, he uttered a soft, “Thank you.”

Nestoron had been carefully watching both of his charges for signs of pain or fatigue through the evening, and deemed it time for them to retire. Sitting at the end of the chaise to better assess his patient’s condition, he said, “The evening has been long for you, Master Erestor. How do you feel?”

“I am a little tired,” Erestor admitted. “But I feel wonderful!” he added with a smile.

The healer nodded. “I think it is time for you to rest now.”

As far as Erestor was concerned, the night was still young, and he was feeling just fine, merely a little tired. Leaving the festivities, however, meant he could be alone with his husband, and there was nothing he wanted more. “If you think it best, Nestoron” he said, agreeably. “But must I be carried back to my room by the healers? Can my husband not carry me?” He smiled sweetly at the healer. “Please?”

“I will be very careful with him, Nestoron,” Glorfindel said. “I have carried him to and from the bath without causing him injury or pain.”

Nestoron tried to glare at Erestor, but failed in the presence of that sweet smile. He knew he was being manipulated, and for once, he did not mind. It was Glorfindel’s right to carry his mate, and it would do Erestor no harm. “Very well, your husband may carry you.” Turning to Glorfindel, he said, “Erestor may experience some pain later from all the movement he has done today. In his room, on the table beside his bed, you will find a bottle containing an infusion of herbs to dull his pain, which I left earlier. If he experiences any discomfort in his leg or arm, mix a few drops of it in warm water and give it to him to drink. It will also make him drowsy, but he still needs much rest and sleep to heal.”

Glorfindel nodded. “I will do so.”

“I will send Lord Ecthelion to say goodnight to you,” Nestoron said as he rose. He patted Erestor’s hand briefly, and then said softly, “Goodnight, Master Erestor. I believe you have chosen your mate well, and I congratulate you.” Bowing low to Glorfindel, he said, “Take good care of him, my lord,” and then left to send Ecthelion to them and check on Dringion.

Ecthelion went to Erestor and Glorfindel to bid them goodnight, leaving Nestoron with Galdor and Dringion. The healer quickly assessed Dringion’s condition and addressed Galdor, saying, “I think it would be well for Master Dringion to retire now, my lord. He is still far from recovered and needs to rest, but I would like to check his arm first, if I may.”

While Nestoron was checking Dringion’s arm, Gladon and Taurneneth pulled Galdor aside. “Uncle,” Taurneneth said quietly so her uncle’s new husband could not hear, “Gladon and I want to make a suggestion. If Lord Ecthelion is agreeable, perhaps it would be well for you and Dringion to remain here for a week or so. It would give him more time to recover, as well as time to let the gossip die down. We would not want him to feel uncomfortable and it would be better if the rest of the staff did not see him while he is still so bruised. You know how some can be. Wait until he is better before bringing him home, for his sake.”

“You speak wisely, Taurneneth,” Galdor said quietly. “It could be awkward with the servants and embarrassing to Dringion, and I will not have any think less of my husband because of what has happened, especially since Erestor has forgiven him and befriended him. I am sure that Ecthelion will offer us his hospitality. Let Thoniel stay here and tend to us. It will also allow her to spend more time with Ecthelion and for them to learn more of each other."

Gladon nodded, glancing over to see that Ecthelion was still with Erestor and Glorfindel. "Then I will speak to Lord Ecthelion and make the arrangements after you have taken your husband to rest, Uncle."

Nestoron finished his examination, and once again proclaimed Dringion healing, but in need of more rest. Looking to Galdor, he said, "Take good care of him, my lord, and be careful of that arm. It is still setting. I will check it again in the morning." Wishing his lord's guests a good night, he went in search of Ecthelion's seneschal to advise his friend that they would be having guests for an extended period. He might be old, but Nestoron's ears were sharper than most.

To more good wishes from his family, Galdor picked Dringion up in his arms and carried him to the room they shared. The recovering elf still weighed next to nothing. The dimming of his spirit has started long before the incident with Erestor that had catapulted them all into the present circumstances. Dringion had hid his condition well. Shaking his head to rid it of his melancholy thoughts, he smiled and gently laid Dringion down on the bed. "Rest, love," he whispered.

Dringion pulled Galdor down beside him with his good arm. "When will we leave here?"

"Not for some days yet, if that meets with your approval," Galdor replied with a smile. "If we return home now, I will just get drawn into all the affairs of our house." He joined Dringion on the bed, lying beside him and smoothing tousled hair out of his husband's face. "You have much healing to do, and I would much rather attend to you than the business of our house. We will stay here until you are more restored to health before returning."

Dringion breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you," he whispered. "I do not want the others of your house to see me like this."

"They will not," Galdor said, looking into Dringion's eyes and seeing timidity and self-doubt. Holding his husband's face in his hands, he said, "It is your house too now, beloved. You are Dringion of the House of the Tree now, and none will dare to abase you.”

“What will…” Dringion hesitated, not quite sure how to ask his question. It had begun to needle him as his health started to improve and his mind began to function properly again. “What shall I do…when we return…home?” he finally asked. “What will my position be? Will you want me to take my place in your guards?”

“Your position will be that of my husband,” Galdor said gently, finally understanding why Dringion had grown timid. “I will teach you how to handle the business of our house and you will be my chief advisor. We will work together to care for the people of our house, lead our guards, and whatever else has to be done. You will stand beside me as my beloved mate.”

Dringion shook his head. “No, you should not make me your advisor. I have no training for that. I am just a soldier. It would be better if I were in your guards. It is what I know, and I am a good soldier,” he said.

“If it is what you desire, I shall make you the captain of my guards then,” Galdor replied.

“No, my love. You already have a captain, and I did not merit that rank in the king’s guard. Do you not see that it would cause dissension among your people? I do not desire a high place. Let me be just a guard for now. If I am ever elevated to a higher position, it must be because I have earned it, not because I am your husband.”

“Then it shall be as you wish,” Galdor said with a smile. Dringion spoke wisely. “Are you sure you do not want to be my advisor?” he added, but it was clear to see that he was speaking in jest.

Dringion turned his head and kissed the palm of the hand that caressed his face. "I love you," he whispered as warm tears overflowed from his eyes.

"As I love you, my heart," Galdor said softly, holding Dringion securely. Yes, there was still much healing to do.

~~~*~~~

Erestor's lips were curved into a gentle smile as Glorfindel carried him up the stairs. His good arm was wrapped around the warrior's neck and he hummed a soft tune. His eyes were locked with Glorfindel as they traveled up the stairs.

The servant leaving Erestor’s rooms carrying soiled linens smiled at the pair. She held the door open for them, and then closed it behind them, chuckling softly. They had not even noticed her, and that was how it should be. She had lived long enough to know that true love was a special gift, and she was overjoyed that her lord’s brother had found such a love. Erestor would be greatly missed in the house, but all rejoiced at his happiness, for he was held in great affection by all.

Glorfindel set Erestor in the center of the bed with his legs stretched before him and his back resting against the pillows stacked up against the headboard. “Are you happy, dear one?” he asked with a smile.

"Very happy," Erestor replied, pulling Glorfindel down beside him with his good arm and capturing his mouth in a deep kiss.

Glorfindel leaned into the kiss, gently stroking Erestor’s tongue with his own until they were both trembling. His long fingers wove through sable hair, encountering beads, braids and circlet. As they finally broke apart, he whispered, “I should have taken these out first. You must be tired, and it will take me a while to do away with all of our finery. Why did we have to get dressed up again?”

Erestor chuckled, and after one more slow kiss, wrapped his fingers around Glorfindel’s arm and pulled himself away from the headboard. “Then you had better get started removing everything,” he said softly, bending his head and rubbing his cheek against Glorfindel’s shoulder.

Glorfindel would have liked to wile the night away showing his new husband just how much Erestor was loved and adored, but the smaller elf was still healing and needed his rest. Nimble fingers made short work of the beads and braids, and Glorfindel finger-combed the dark hair, spreading it out over Erestor’s shoulders. “Beautiful,” he whispered. He stopped to kiss his new mate passionately, weaving his fingers through the silken mane.

“I wish I could take the beads and braids out of yours,” Erestor said when they finally parted for breath, “but with one hand I am afraid I would make it a tangled mess.”

Glorfindel smiled, and then quickly removed his own beads and braids, golden hair fanning out around him. Golden flowers, sapphires and circlet joined the diamonds and smaller circlet atop the bedside table. Looking over Erestor's elaborate clothing, perplexed over all the fastenings, ties and sparkling diamond buttons, he wondered how he was going to remove Erestor's robes without causing him discomfort. "Perhaps we should have dealt with your robes first, Erestor. You are truly beautiful in them, but I’m not sure there could be any more buttons.” He gave Erestor a lopsided grin. “My dear love, however did they get you into all of that?”

Erestor giggled. “It looks worse than it is,” he said. “Most of the diamonds are decorations, not buttons. Just unbutton the center of the tunic and untie the sash. Then, if you will help me stand, it should all slip off easily.

Glorfindel unbuttoned the tunic, being careful not to tear the delicate fabric or loosen a diamond, and only once or twice tried to unbutton a jewel that turned out to be merely decoration. When the tunic was opened and the sash untied, he helped Erestor first sit on the side of the bed, removed his soft boots, and then helped him stand on one leg. With one hand supporting the smaller elf, he used the other to carefully push the elaborate clothing over Erestor’s shoulders, from whence it glissaded to the floor, falling in an elegant pool around his feet. The humble loincloth joined the rich silks on the floor. No opulent fabric could match the elegant fairness of Erestor’s skin; no shimmering diamonds could complete with the sparkling grey eyes. With reverent care, Glorfindel lifted Erestor once again into his arms and laid him gently on the soft bed. His own glittering robes fell in a puddle beside Erestor’s.

Erestor watched as his heavily muscled mate dropped unfastened his robes and they slid to the floor, wondering anew how he could have deserved such a one for his mate. Glorfindel was beautiful. It wasn’t just the golden mane falling in wild array around his hips or the golden tone of his taut skin over powerful muscles: it was the golden light that shone from within him, for he was at once both mighty and benign, and the grace of the Valar was strong in him.

Glorfindel carefully crawled onto the bed, being careful not to disturb Erestor’s leg, and drew his husband into his arms, caressing his soft skin. “Will you rest now, beloved?” he said, bestowing a soft kiss to the dark hair.

“I am a little tired, but sleep does not yet call me. I wish...” Erestor’s voice tapered off and the wish was not spoken.

“What do you wish for?” Glorfindel said, looking into grey sparkling eyes. “Tell me, dear one, and if I can grant it, it is yours.”

Erestor hesitated a moment and then spoke softly. “I wish that we could complete our bond. We both know that the marriage ceremony is just a pleasantry between two families, and I am not truly your husband until our bodies are joined.” He buried his head into Glorfindel’s shoulder, muffling his voice. “I just wish you could make me your mate now and that we did not have to wait. I want to truly be your husband.”

Glorfindel’s fingers gently stroked the soft hair, mindful of the spot where Erestor’s head had been hurt, but he said nothing, his mind plunging into thought. What Erestor said was true: they were not truly married until their bodies joined. But he had promised Nestoron he would not hurt Erestor. Unless...

“Glorfindel?” Silver grey eyes met crystal blue as Erestor raised his head.

“Shhh…I am thinking,” Glorfindel whispered, his mind considering all the possibilities and alternatives. His first thought was promising, but no – it would put too much weight on the broken leg. He was a large elf, and much heavier than Erestor. The second was out of the question. The third…yes, that one definitely had possibilities, and the broken limbs were well protected and held rigid by the splints in case there was any pressure on them. After a moment, he smiled and whispered, "Perhaps there is a way."

Erestor tilted his head and look at Glorfindel with a question in his eyes. "But how can you take me without my leg being moved?"

"Do you trust me?" Glorfindel asked.

"Of course I do," Erestor responded, his tone telling Glorfindel that the warrior was silly to even ask, “but how...?”

Glorfindel smiled and pressed an ardent kiss on Erestor’s lips. “Wait for me just a moment, dear one...I will be back.”

Erestor reluctantly let Glorfindel leave the bed and watched as the tall, naked elf walked to the bathroom. He already knew how muscled Glorfindel’s arms and chest were, but for the first time, he got a clear view of his new husband’s backside: toned muscles rippled through perfectly rounded buttocks and expansive thighs, tapering down to well-developed calves. Erestor couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. Glorfindel was beautiful…and all his. And how he wanted to bond with his new husband! His very soul called out for its mate. He lay back against the pillows, determined to patiently wait for Glorfindel’s return.

Glorfindel closed the door to the bath behind him, and quickly searched through the bottles of oil arrayed on a shelf until he found the heady sandalwood he was searching for. He may never have done this before, but he had many friends whose spouses were male. Warriors tended to talk of home and their mates when they were sitting around a fire at night away from those they loved. He reckoned that most of them had learned about love and marriage on those nights. While some had been firm about the need to prepare a mate before the act of joining, others claimed it depended on the elf who would be receiving. One large warrior even boasted that his mate never had to prepare him at all. When the time came, Glorfindel would make sure that he gently and carefully prepared Erestor, but he had no worry about himself – a little oil to ease the way would be all he would need. Uncorking the bottle, he dipped a long middle finger in, and then reached behind himself, massaging it around and into his opening.

The golden-haired lord returned to the bedroom, bottle of oil in hand. He knew that tonight was not the night for long lovemaking: Erestor was tired, even though he wouldn’t admit it, and there were his broken limbs to worry about. Glorfindel worried about how much pain Erestor would be in afterwards, but both of them yearned to complete their binding. Setting the bottle on the table by the bed, he crawled in next to Erestor and drew the smaller elf carefully into his arms. “I am back,” he whispered, and then captured Erestor’s lips in a passionate kiss. His hands gently explored supple skin as their tongues danced, each tasting and caressing.

Erestor was breathless as the kiss ended, and he panted softly against the strong chest. Glorfindel’s hands were doing incredible things to him, and he ached for his mate to touch his aching arousal. Before he could speak his desire, he felt Glorfindel’s powerful arms gently lift him and lay him farther down on the bed, with his head resting comfortable on his pillow. The next thing he knew, Glorfindel had straddled his hips and was leaning over him looking down into his eyes. “Glorfindel...what...?”

“This night you shall be mine, my love, and I shall be yours,” Glorfindel said huskily. He reached over and took the bottle from the table, uncorked it, and poured oil onto his hand. Taking Erestor’s member into his hand, he covered it with the oil, stroking along the length to coat it completely. “I love you, Erestor, and I give myself to you for all time as your husband, your mate, your companion throughout your life.” He settled himself over Erestor’s groin, and reaching around behind, he guided his mate’s thick erection to his entrance and slowly sank down upon it. “I give you my body, my heart, my soul. I am yours, beloved.”

Erestor gasped as he felt himself enveloped in the tight heat. Never would he have guessed that Glorfindel would allow himself to be taken, and he finally realized the depth of his husband’s love. Their love would be equal, impartial, each giving and taking. He did not think he could have loved Glorfindel more, but that moment his love grew a hundredfold, and tears welled in his eyes. “I love you,” he breathed. “I love you...love you...love you...”

Glorfindel leaned over his mate, holding his weight up with his arms, and lovingly and deeply kissed Erestor, stealing away his words. He raised himself off of the hard shaft and slowly sank down, his blissful moan lost in Erestor’s mouth. In that moment, their bond formed, growing stronger with each passing moment. Souls merged, entwined, and gently parted, only to be drawn together again, melding, fusing, and parting again, no longer the same, uniting, blending. Soft moans filled the room as the two lovers joined, and deep grey eyes now filled with silver stars gazed into midnight stormy blue.

Erestor whimpered as Glorfindel once more sank upon his length, and he felt his mate wrap around him, enclosing him in his love. Nothing existed but Glorfindel – this elf he loved with all his being. His hand clutched at his husband’s arm, and then, instinctively, he knew to reach for Glorfindel’s erection, and he wrapped his elegant fingers around the long, thick shaft, stroking it firmly. His very soul was aflame, and he cried out Glorfindel’s name.

Glorfindel stifled a cry as Erestor’s long erection again brushed against his sensitive bundle of nerves. Lightening ripped though his body as he felt his mate’s slender fingers wrap around his thick length. He sank down on the exquisite shaft filling him so perfectly and up into the firm grasp that pleasured him, tears of joy and love and complete abandon falling unrestrained from his eyes. With one final thrust down on Erestor’s length, his release spilled hot over his beloved’s hand and he cried out his husband’s name.

Erestor felt the tight muscles clench around him and he moaned loudly as he spilled deep within his mate. Gasping for breath, he felt Glorfindel’s arms draw him close, and he buried his head in the strong shoulder, riding out the waves of bliss that coursed through his body.

Two souls slowly completed their sensual dance, finally parting and returning from whence they had come, again separate, but no longer alone, for now each bore a permanent part of the other, forever united. Two bodies slowly came apart, and Glorfindel adoringly caressed his mate, whispering words of unending love.

Mordithen kneaded the silky fabric of his master’s robes, making a comfortable bed for himself, but troubled by the hard little objects that did not belong there. One by one, he chewed the threads...and small, glittering diamonds rolled unseen across the floor.

Tbc…

Gladon: Wood
Taurneneth: Forest water maiden