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Author’s Notes: Shocks of all shockers! Yes, this is an update and I apologize for my lack of updating this story. As I have told others who are in contact with me and those who are new readers reviewing, I have had a couple chapters in the works but just needed the time to get around to it. Little did I think it would be years since my last update. When I first started writing this chapter, my sister was pregnant with her first child who is now two and a half years old and has a new four month old baby brother. I also had my own little bundle of joy, a little girl, who is now a year and a half old. Thus, life has been rather hectic but those major life events I mentioned gave a lot of perspective for these next few chapters, as you will see. Enjoy!

Chapter Fifty-Five: Alyahín
It seemed to those in Gondolin that the months passed slowly in the midst of the terrible winter that Morgoth had cast upon the north lands; however, come midsummer day, the snows and ice ceased while the white landscape began melting away. Despite the frosty season, Gondolin was warmer after the arrival of a lost son.

Tuor quickly made himself at home among the Eldar in the hidden city. Having been raised among the Grey Elves in Mithrim, the son of Huor knew the speech of the Sindar and swiftly learned the speech of the Blessed Realm under the tutelage of the Noldor teachers and lore masters. He made friends with all whom he met, much as his father and uncle had done, for they had been well-loved in Gondolin. Turgon oft met with him and held counsel, wanting to learn and hear first-hand of all the events beyond the mountains protecting Gondolin instead of the simple news from the eagles. During such meetings, Tuor still attempted to beseech Turgon to follow Lord Ulmo’s bidding but he was often rebuked by Turgon gently, or intensely by Maeglin if the king’s nephew was in their company, which was quite often as the sister-son of the king was very wary of the son of Men.

Despite his good nature and swift learning in the city’s culture, Tuor had difficulties in becoming accustomed to life in Gondolin. The last seven years of his life had been spent in slavery under the invading eastern tribes or wandering alone with nary a soul coming into contact with him. The comforts of a warm room, fine clothing, and hot meals from the kitchens were a luxury that made Tuor uncomfortable, but after much encouragement and time, he came to be accepting of such pleasure; though, generous in his receiving of it.

For a great while, Tuor lived in chambers in the palace that Turgon had allotted to him. Eventually he requested to have his own house and found an empty plot where he could begin the structure. The construction would not start until the warmer months, as the fell winter would have made it difficult to build, but he had derived the plans himself and sought the advice of the city architects. By the end of the upcoming summer, he would have his own home.

Glorfindel spent much time with the young man and they became close friends. As promised, the elf told stories of Tuor’s father, be it of the antics both Huor and Húrin got into or discussions they had together. Most of the reminiscing was over meals at Glorfindel’s house since Elrilya had insisted on seeing her former fosterling’s offspring frequently. Again, the house of the Lord of the Golden Flower was alive with laughter and joy.

The excitement and bursting expectations of the upcoming spring overwhelmed the city when the first thaw came, especially in Glorfindel’s ranks. Not long after midsummer passed, a son was born to Istuidír, the commander of the spearmen in Glorfindel’s house. It had been several years since the birth of a child had occurred within the members of the House of the Golden Flower; thus, Glorfindel saw fit to host a celebration for the naming ceremony of Istuidír’s newborn. The family readily accepted the honor and the preparations began.

Looking out from his balcony, Glorfindel was glad that his home sat alongside one of Gondolin’s many large courtyards for many guests had gathered in and around his house. The new warmth of the spring was welcomed so those outside of his home did not mind being in the night beneath the stars. From his vantage point, the Elda could see that Elrilya’s newly flowering garden was filled with people as well. With a contented sigh, Glorfindel made his way to the lower floor to meet and greet. Each room was filled with glad faces of friends and companions; Glorfindel was surprised at how many had come to partake in the merry occasion. While he was attempting to slip towards the kitchen to find Elrilya, Glorfindel felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Where to for the food, mellon nin?” Ecthelion asked, a glass of wine in his other hand.

“I was about to find out,” Glorfindel grinned and led his friend towards the nearby archway, his arm resting on his friend’s shoulder, too.

“I hope Elrilya has not overburdened herself with baking and cooking!” Ecthelion said and took a sip of the red drink.

“She knows how to delegate when needed,” Glorfindel chuckled. “Though, if it is ready is another question…”

The elleth was not in sight as the two friends entered the room but the delights being prepared on the nearby counter distracted them. Tiny pastries lined one side while delicacies of sweet meats stuck with cheeses between thinly leavened breads were being placed on platters. Before anyone noticed, Glorfindel and Ecthelion quickly helped themselves to some of the treats as they searched through the flow of servers and cooks who were helping the lady of the house. Finally, the two friends saw where to Elrilya had wandered off.

In a far corner of the room, a huddled group of ellith cooed and sighed with heads bent together. As Glorfindel came closer, he saw Elrilya beside Thálgwen, Istuidír’s wife, and the two women were flanked by Idril and several other friends. They all were staring with smiles at the little bundle in swaddling blankets whom Elrilya held in her arms. Thálgwen’s face was proud and elated while looking upon her son and how the others doted on him. Glorfindel smiled but he stilled when he looked upon his beloved’s face, calmness and serenity he had not seen in a long time twinkled from her eyes as she whispered softly to the small elfling.

“So this is the little one having this grand reception,” Glorfindel said as he and Ecthelion approached.

“Indeed it is,” Idril replied. “Though, I do not think Elrilya will give him up! He seems to enjoy being held by her this night.”

“Shush, Idril,” Elrilya scolded her friend in jest and then kissed the baby’s bare head before handing him back to his mother. “He is a delight.”

“You say that now,” Ecthelion added and grinned at Thálgwen. “You do not sit up all night with him.”

“He is quite calm and sleeps well already,” Istuidír’s wife responded as Elrilya moved the baby to her waiting arms. “His sister was quite different: one could hear her voice echoing off the mountains every night for the first year!”

“I never believe you when you tell that story,” a soft voice piped in from behind the women.

Glorfindel chuckled at Gaelseld, Istuidír and Thálgwen’s eldest child. The young elf-maiden stood by at a table behind the group of ellith surrounding her young brother, helping add sugar shavings to a plate of custard cups. Glorfindel could remember when Gaelseld had been born too, not long before the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, and he wondered to himself how time seemed to pass so quickly when the young were around and they grew up so fast. It seemed not that far distant in the past that Istuidír’s daughter had been running through the valley around Gondolin, her pale, blonde head barely bouncing above the tall grasses.

“You simply desired to be heard, Laithrél,” Thálgwen laughed as she wrapped one arm around her daughter’s shoulders while holding her son in the other. “I would not have it any other way.”

Gaelseld made a small smile and leaned her head against her mother’s shoulder and arm.

“Come, we should find your Ada soonest,” Thálgwen said. “I am certain he will want to present your brother with his name for all to hear.”

The room cleared out a little, the ellith who had been clustered together wandered into the parlor and out to the garden while Elrilya and Idril remained.

“And how are the preparations coming?” Glorfindel asked, turning to Elrilya.

“Nearly done,” she said, her face bright. “I have a few things to finish.”

“Do not be long,” Glorfindel replied, grinning and not missing the glow that emanated from his companion.

“I will keep these two out of trouble in the meantime,” Idril giggled and hooked her arms with Ecthelion and Glorfindel’s as she led them out of the kitchen.

“It has been a while since we have had you visit, Idril,” Glorfindel said. “What is it that has demanded much of your time?”

“Oh, many things,” she replied. “Adar has asked for my assistance in the affairs of the palace since he is warming to festivities again much as the earth is to spring once more.”

“That is good to hear,” Ecthelion added quietly. “I know how he detests rumors and gossip, but the people have been worried.”

“Indeed, but I think a sense of hope has returned his old self to him,” Glorfindel said.

“My Lords,” a voice said from behind and the trio turned to find Maeglin nearby. “Dear lady.”

“Good of you to make it,” Ecthelion said and placed a hand on Maeglin’s shoulder, bringing him into the group.

“I have not been to a naming ceremony before,” Maeglin answered. “I had missed many of the others in Gondolin and the King recommended it can be a great event.”

“He is right,” Glorfindel said. “We are glad to have you with us on this day.”

Maeglin nodded and his eyes stole to Idril and down to her neck, a piece of jewelry he had given to her shone brightly. His face shone with recognition and pride but he was distracted when she turned her glance away.

“Ah, look, Tuor has seen fit to finally join us!” she exclaimed.

The son of Huor stood in the parlor and appeared to have not gotten far into the house before Náraráto had garnered his attention. Glorfindel’s swordsman had helped train Gondolin’s first sons of Men and now often did the same with Tuor; though, the offspring had long surpassed his sire’s knowledge and abilities. The elf and man were in an engrossing conversation from the appearance of it and barely noticed the quartet arrive, but when they had, Tuor’s attention immediately turned to Idril.

“My lady, it is good to see you again,” he said, interrupting Náraráto in the middle of a sentence and bowing his head slightly in Idril’s direction.

“As it is to see you,” she replied with a girlish smile.

“We were wondering what had happened to you,” Ecthelion commented. “Was it not earlier we had seen you at the armory?”

“That you did,” Tuor said. “However, I had thought that I had time enough to make some progress on my home and before I knew it, night had fallen. I took care in my preparation as I did not want to make a showing covered in dust and filth!”

“Elrilya would never have forgiven you for that,” Glorfindel teased in a serious tone.

“And quite insulting at that,” Maeglin brooded.

“It was a jest, penneth,” Náraráto laughed at the dark-haired elf. “Tonight is for joy, keep up a smile.”

“My lady, that is a beautiful amulet you are wearing,” Tuor said softly, though all the elves in his presence heard his utterance to Idril. “It compliments your eyes.”

“Thank you,” Idril blushed and her fingers gently brushed over the garnet gem she wore.

“It is of my making,” Maeglin intervened quickly.

“I knew I recognized it from somewhere,” Ecthelion replied with a slightly sad smile to his face at a long ago memory.

“Much like the one Aredhel wore often,” Idril nodded and turned back to Tuor, her eyes sparkling.

Appearing above the crowd atop the stairwell, the herald Galuhíl used his voice and presence to capture the attention of all gathered.

"To the courtyard! The babe has come forth," he announced. "Do not miss the blessed naming of the child!"

"It is time, let us come out to the terrace," Glorfindel told his friends around him. "One can see it best from there."

Letting others go on before him, Glorfindel ushered guests to the fountain and courtyard in front of his home. Quickly, Elrilya was at his side and he took her hand.

"I have the perfect place for us to watch the ceremony where no one else will be clustered," he smiled and led her up the stairs.

"Where are we going? If we do not hurry, we may not see it at all!" Elrilya exclaimed, following him as swiftly as she could.

"Do not worry yourself, we shall see it all," Glorfindel assured her.

Glorfindel took them into their bedroom and out to the balcony. Stepping over the railing, he edged toward the wall encircling their garden and held out his arms to Elrilya. She grinned, surprised and amused by his choice of location, and held on carefully as he lifted her over the railing to the lower level of the wall below. Finally, they sat on the top to watch above the many Eldar gathered in the square. Istuidír had stepped upon a high ledge surrounding one of the flower shelves around a fountain while Thálgwen, with the baby in her arms, stood at his side below. A hush quickly moved over the collected friends as the blond elf held up his hands.

"I wish to thank you all for coming to welcome our begotten son," the proud father said, his face beaming even in the muted torchlight. "Especially so to Lord Glorfindel and his Lady for opening their home to a new addition in this great House of which we are a part."

Murmurs of approval and happiness agreed with him and broke into an echo of adoration as Thálgwen carefully handed the slumbering child to Istuidír.

"Here, I present you my son, scion of Istuidír and Thálgwen, brother of Gaelseld," he announced.

Cheers erupted and the tiny bundle awoke at the chorus, his tiny eyes darting about in the darkness at the sudden awakening he received. He let out a cry but was soon hushed by his father, who held him close to his chest. Silence followed again as the happy mien on Istuidír's face faltered a little.

Istuidír took a deep breath and turned his gaze from his son to the people, his voice more sobered, "It has been nigh four and twenty winters since the great battle where we lost many of our kin and kith. A close friend of mine, whom many of us miss dearly, departed as well. In Hísienion's honor, we name our son." Raising the child to the starry sky, he began the invocation, "Iluvátar, cast your exalted love and blessing upon this son of yours. In your presence and under your all-knowing gaze, I bestow upon my son the name of Híthtán. May he be faithful to you and cherished by all around him."

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The reception had continued long into the night after the naming ceremony announcing Híthtán to the world. Glorfindel had shared much drink and talk with his guests and managed to find a quiet moment to attend to his soldier's family and bequeath a gift to the new child. He had not thought Istuidír one to be overly sentimental, but the death of Hísienion had been hard for him in the first few years following the devastating defeat against the Dark Lord. Thus, the naming touched Glorfindel deeply, too, as he had known Hísienion since the treacherous passing on the ice of the north where they had become acquainted. While speaking with Istuidír and Thálgwen, Glorfindel held the young babe and the child's sparkling blue eyes always were fixated on him while a tiny hand twisted the lord's long, golden strands of hair. Somehow he knew that this young elf would be like a new kinsman to him. After saying farewell to his friend and the final guests left, Glorfindel wandered to the kitchen where Elrilya was clearing empty platters from counters and finding abandoned flutes and mugs to clean.

"It went rather well, I think," Glorfindel said, walking up behind his wife and leaning his chin on her shoulder. "He is a beautiful child."

"That he is," Elrilya smiled. "I think we shall see much of him in time to come."

"Leave these be until morning," Glorfindel requested, wrapping his arms around Elrilya's waist. "There will be time to do it later."

"Agreed," Elrilya sighed, tossing a towel to a nearby wash basin.

"My stomach protests from all the food you made and I think it wishes me to retire soonest," Glorfindel chuckled.

"No," she answered and turned to face him, running her hands up his chest. "After I spent time with Híthtán tonight, I realized that it is time. I want to have our child."

The unexpected response caught Glorfindel off-guard and he only stared at Elrilya in confusion for a moment before her words sank into his mind and heart. Searching eyes watched him for a reaction and brightened when Glorfindel smiled. He kissed Elrilya deeply and held her tighter than he thought possible. They had spoken of one day having children but after the loss of Huor and Hurin, Elrilya had not returned to the subject. With the arrival of Tuor, her daily moods had brightened and Glorfindel had seen the joy on her face while Híthtán had been in her arms. Indeed, it was time for them and Glorfindel could feel the same excitement building in him that he felt from his beloved. Slowly they went to their front room and ascended the stairs to their bedroom. Glorfindel led Elrilya by her hand, much as he had done earlier in the night to watch the ceremony. However, upon reaching their room, hushed voices and laughter drifted from the nearby balcony. Knowing their anticipation, Glorfindel swiftly moved to the drawn curtains and moved them aside from the open doors.

"Oh, Glorfindel! We were just... up there talking," Idril greeted.

"It must be late," Tuor added on. "You must be readying for sleep. I apologize for our lack of courtesy."

"Do not worry, it is hard to realize all had left when one is away up here," Glorfindel teased. "Not near prying eyes or ears."

"Fie on you Glorfindel," Idril groaned and rose from her seat where she had been leaning forward in great interest toward where Tuor had been sitting.

"Good night to you both," was the only reply Glorfindel gave to the princess as she passed by him.

After a quick hello and departure, Elrilya and Glorfindel were alone again and went about dousing the torchlight in the room to a few candles by the bedside. At first, both were hesitant as they looked upon one another - as if it were their first night together again as a newly wedded couple. Elrilya wrapped her arms around his neck, her grip tight but thrumming with excitement. She held his face in her hands and leaned up to kiss him lovingly. He encouraged their embrace, taking the kiss deeper while they shuffled towards the bed. Elrilya shivered from his touch, anticipating where the love play they had initiated would take them. She sighed into his mouth, the tension of the day melting away while his hands roved and massaged her muscles and hugged her curves. The gaze he held her in was genuine, and he saw how her body trembled beneath his cursory sweep. The building emotions reached the limit and the floodgates of Glorfindel and Elrilya’s need to join overtook their self-control.

When they arrived at the edge of the bed, Glorfindel tossed aside his outer robes then went about the process to untie the knot at the top of Elrilya’s dress at the back of her neck. Loosening the laces, the dress fell from her shoulders and hips, pooling on the ground at her feet. Their lips met hungrily and Glorfindel had a moment spark in his mind as he remembered the passion of their first years after bonding. Elrilya's hands deftly and quickly untied Glorfindel’s leggings so that they loosely clung to his hips then she pulled out his shift, urging Glorfindel to pull it over his head. Once he complied, Elrilya claimed his mouth again, needful of keeping their contact and feeling his warm skin under her fingertips. She did not lose control of her desires when his hands began to pull up her underdress, nails lightly running against her outer thighs and hips as he went higher. When Elrilya threw her head back enticingly, Glorfindel took the chance and moved his mouth over the most sensitive areas of her neck and shoulders. Knowing each of her secret pleasures, Glorfindel exploited them to further their passion. He managed to get Elrilya’s slip over her head and tossed it hastily aside before pulling their heated, naked bodies together. The air around them was electrified with their want and ecstasy, pushing them further toward the culmination of their coupling.

“Lay down,” he said.

Elrilya held onto his hand while she moved to the edge of the bed and crawled backwards across the mattress. Every move she made was seen by Glorfindel’s steady stare, his green eyes intense and glowing in the dark with the glow of the fire in their depths. Tugging with her fingers, she urged him to join her and Glorfindel obeyed. She sighed and moaned when his mouth found her hard nipples and plush breasts, kneading them gently with each tongue flick and suckle. Elrilya was enveloped in Glorfindel’s essence, his arms creating a protective cocoon around her and his light hair creating a curtain around their faces. Slowly but surely, she felt his hard length inching up past her knees and Elrilya gladly opened up to Glorfindel, allowing him to take her fully. The warmth of him within her body intensified their intimacy and Elrilya’s limbs and inner muscles thrummed with the rhythm of their movements.

“I love you,” Elrilya gasped, clutching Glorfindel’s forearms.

“And I you,” he whispered back.

Each thrust and moan took them to greater heights. Every new sensation and cascading spiral out of control brought them closer to their peaks. Yet, they also fed the growing power between them that would craft life in their union. All that was unique to them but also of their shared love for one another fed the budding creation they were making. Finally, when all seemed to be too much and the zenith of their love play was done, did release come like a powerful wave crashing through all reality, consciousness, and thought until there was simply joy.

After what seemed like ages did rational thinking return to them. Their bodies were joined as one and neither wished to move apart any time soon. Eventually, Glorfindel moved aside Elrilya, resting his head on her chest. She held him against herself, feeling his thoughts and emotions still vibrating through her until it coalesced into a central awareness within her. Glorfindel reached across Elrilya and placed a warm hand low on his beloved’s abdomen.

“He will be a strong one,” she said, tears in her eyes. “Like his father.”

“Indeed, he will,” Glorfindel agreed.

Glossary

Alyahín – blessed child (Quenya)

Híthtán – mist maker (Sindarin)

Gaelseld – glimmering girl (Sindarin)

Thálgwen – steadfast woman (Sindarin)

elleth/ellith – female elf/ves

ellon/ellyn – male elf/ves

Laithrél – Gaelseld’s epessë (after name)

Ada/Adar – father (Sindarin)

Penneth – young one (Sindarin)
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