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Blood Bond	By : Mawgy Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3889 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Blood Bond
Author: Mawgy
Beta: Naresha (Chapters 1-8), Mawgy's Mum (Chapter 9)
Rated: NC-17
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Male/Male relationship. Incest, character death
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel discover that a short engagement may be romantic, but can lead to bigger problems.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am making no money from this story… I just like to play with other people’s toys. :D

AN: There’s a conversation in this chapter which may be a little difficult to follow. To assist, I have differentiated the speaker thusly:
CAPITALS: The Valar
Italics: Erestor (as he spoke in the past)
Normal: Erestor (speaking presently)

Chapter 9

“Glorfindel,” a kind voice said, resting his hand upon the golden head. “It is time for you to be with the one you love.”

“But does he want to be with me?” Glorfindel sulked, and remained motionless upon the floor.

“You would not be going back if he did not wish it,” Namo’s voice faded as did Glorfindel’s surroundings.

~*~

“My lord?” a soldier called from the frame of Elrond’s open doorway.

“Yes?” Elrond asked, without looking up.

“My lord, I was leading my men on patrol today and we found… someone.”

“Someone?” Elrond repeated, meeting the soldier’s eyes.

“Yes, but it is very odd,” the soldier said, stepping cautiously into his liege’s office.

“How so?”

“He is, WAS, naked. There is no disturbance to the ground surrounding the area where we found him. And though there are no open wounds upon his body, his torso has many scars upon it. Deep, claw-like marks. Also, he seems very disoriented…he won’t stop touching and smelling things, often muttering ‘amazing’ or ‘just as I remember’ under his breath,” the soldier said.

“Where is he now?”

“In the halls of healing. But, there is one other thing.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, he claims to be Glorfindel of Gondolin,” the soldier said tentatively. Behind the guard, Erestor sucked in his breath sharply, gaining the warrior’s attention. The advisor had not meant to overhear the conversation; however he needed Elrond’s signature for a few documents and politely stood back to allow the soldier to finish his report. Without waiting to answer the captain’s enquiry to his current state, Erestor dropped the dozen or so papers he had been holding and ran towards the healing wing, his heart pounding in sync with his feet on the ground. He rushed through the hallways, uncaring of anything or anyone that stood in his way.

He ran past a group of healers, all gathered about privately in a circle as they spoke in hushed whispers. Knowing this elf would be kept secret until his identity could be confirmed; Erestor ran to the last room and skidded to a halt in the doorway. Several soldiers were in the room, some asking questions and the rest keeping a close eye on the new elf. There were so many in the room that Erestor could not see the bed, nor the elf that lay upon it. Craning his neck, he tried to see over the soldiers’ shoulders, but to no avail.

“In some ways, I travelled from a place further away than your comprehension, and in another, I just appeared. I never meant to trespass on your lands, but I had no choice on my destination.”

Erestor’s ears perked at that voice. He had not heard it for millennia, but never could he forget it.

Just then, the elf in front of Erestor moved aside and the adviser had a clear view of Glorfindel. His hair was just as bright as ever, but it was cut short and torn out in some places. There was an ugly scar upon his cheek which twisted his beautiful skin. Upon his neck was a similar wound which disappeared beneath the top of his standard-issue healing robe. Erestor let out a gasp, wondering how much of that perfect body was now disfigured with such unsightly blemishes.

“No,” Erestor said aloud, shock written on his face.

All eyes in the room swiftly turned to Erestor, who stood unmoving, caught in the unwavering blue gaze that watched him carefully.

“Oh, Councillor Erestor, it is very good that you are here. Is Lord Elrond on his way?” one of the guards asked.

“Erestor,” Glorfindel breathed, his voice barely more than a whisper, a faint smile upon his face.

“No,” Erestor sobbed, shaking his head, taking a step back. “No, you’re dead. YOU’RE DEAD!” Erestor screamed, tears streaming down his face, then he swiftly turned and ran back down the hall.

“Erestor!” Glorfindel shouted and made to follow, but the soldiers immediately blocked his path, pushing him back upon the bed.

~*~*~*~*~*~

A knock at the door came early the next morning and Erestor bid them enter, expecting Elrond. However, the blonde that entered his room did not surprise him either. Erestor lowered his eyes, unable to look upon his former lover’s scarred beauty.

“Lord Elrond told me this was your room. He wanted to talk to you first, but I persuaded him to allow me to do so.”

Erestor nodded his head once, but made no further movement or sound. Glorfindel watched his love closely, his brow furrowed at the figure before him. Erestor sat sideways upon his lounge, his legs bent to his chest and a blanket wrapped around the slim shoulders.

“May I sit?” Glorfindel asked, motioning towards a wing-backed chair.

Again, Erestor nodded, not saying a word.

“You are looking well,” Glorfindel tried. “Especially for one who died,” he continued when it was apparent Erestor would not answer.

“I could say the same for you,” Erestor’s voice was weak and crackled.

“When I was told I was to be leaving the Halls of Mandos, I expected to be journeying to Aman. Never did I think I was to be reborn. But at least everyone knows I died, and soon everyone shall hear the Valar have gifted me with life once more. You, however, it seems none were aware you had died.”

“Because I never told anyone. I was resurrected almost immediately. Those in our party, Idril and her family, they did not know me or any relatives. It was easy enough to avoid those few people. And to all others, I never said a word.”

“But, how? Why were you brought back? Not that I am not grateful to see you alive and unharmed.”

“It is my punishment,” Erestor said, his doe-like eyes finally meeting Glorfindel’s ocean blues, a solitary tear running down his cheek.

“Punishment?” Glorfindel queried.

“Yes. For- for rejecting you- rejecting our love,” Erestor started crying outright, his shoulders jerking, his voice breaking and he huddled into his blanket all the more.

“I do not understand. Please, take your time and explain it to me,” Glorfindel spoke softly and shifted to the edge of his seat. His heart constricted at seeing Erestor so upset, and would have moved to hold his love close, if he thought his gesture would be well received.

Erestor took several deep breaths, trying to calm himself. After several moments, he lifted his head, but turned away from Glorfindel and began his story.

“I died on that mountain, long before my body reached the bottom of that deep gully. My soul was whisked away by the Valar and I found myself standing before a black marble archway. A being that looked so similar to an elf, but held far more presence, looked at me, almost scathingly. I did not know who he was, though I could have guessed had I not still been so shaken up from dying. Behind him stood another, dressed in black and with a more caring regard for me, but he remained silent.

“‘WHY, ERESTOR?’ the first demanded of me. His voice was so loud and booming, it echoed off the rocks and our surroundings and came back at me in again and again. ‘WHY DID YOU FORSAKE THE GIFT WE GAVE YOU? WHY DID YOU REJECT THE LOVE OF YOUR SOUL MATE, ALMOST KILLING HIM AND YOURSELF IN THE PROCESS? SO RARELY DO WE BREATHE LIFE INTO SUCH A LOVE AS YOU EXPERIENCED, AND THEN ONLY FOR YOU TO THROW IT AWAY? THROW IT BACK AT US! WE, WHOM DETERMINED IT WAS YOUR DESTINY TO LOVE GLORFINDEL AND HE YOU IN KIND, SO THAT TOGETHER YOU WOULD BEAT BACK THE FORCES OF MELKOR!’

“Confused by the Vala’s words I responded in what I consider now the most pitiful of ways. ‘What? How could we do that when I do not know how to fight?’ ‘MAYBE NOT, BUT YOUR DIPLOMATIC, CALCULATING AND STRATEGIC KNOWLEDGE WOULD HAVE ASSISTED GLORFINDEL IN RALLYING THE TROOPS. DEFENCES WOULD HAVE BEEN PLACED IN ALTERNATIVE AREAS THAN WHERE KING TURGON ORDERED AND NEAR EVERYONE WOULD HAVE BEEN SAVED, LET ALONE THE CITY ITSELF! AS LORDS OF THE GOLDEN FLOWER YOU WOULD HAVE HELD ALL THIS POWER. NOW, THE LIVES OF THE CITIZENS LOST, THE CITY FALLING AND MELKOR’S VICTORY RESTS ON YOUR SHOULDERS!’

“To hear such words from the Valar themselves, to hear from them that I dishonoured their gift, and that the lives of everyone that fell was my fault- it was too much to take, especially on top of knowing I had died but a moment before. I was tired, emotionally drained and cared not to hear such damning words. I screamed back at them. ‘How can you say such things!? To have accepted Glorfindel’s love even after knowing he is my brother would diminish all other loves. We are RELATED! No one would accept us!’

“‘WHAT ROT,’ he responded. ‘THE VALAR CARE NOT FOR THE RELATION OF BLOOD WHEN THE LOVE IS AS PURE AS YOURS.’ ‘Yet Elves do! The knowledge of our love drove Lord Glorfindel’s father to despair, and his mother followed shortly thereafter! My father also would have been devastated to learn of my mother’s betrayal! And should knowledge of our blood relation become public the people would have rebelled. We would very much not have so much a place to live let alone be Lords of a Great House!’

“‘YOU UNDERESTIMATE HOW BELOVED GLORFINDEL IS. HIS PEOPLE WOULD HAVE LOVED YOU UNQUESTIONINGLY SIMPLY BECAUSE GLORFINDEL LOVES YOU AND THEY LOVE HIM! TRUST IS HARD EARNED AND WORTH EVERYTHING IN THE END. UNLIKE YOU, GLORFINDEL WOULD NEVER HAVE TOSSED YOU ASIDE. HE WOULD NOT HAVE JEOPARDISED YOUR LIFE OR HIS FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR ILL-FITTED DECISION. NEVER HAVE I EVER BEEN AS ASHAMED OF AN ELF AS I AM WITH YOU NOW.’

“I knew my face contorted with rage and I was about to scream back when the Valar spoke again. ‘YOU CAN HOWL BACK AT ME ALL YOU LIKE. YOUR SELFISH DECISION HAS LED TO THE TRAGEDY THAT HAS OCCURRED AND THERE IS NONE TO BLAME BUT YOURSELF. YOU HAVE THE WEIGHT OF SO MANY LIVES UPON YOUR SHOULDERS. REGARDLESS OF HOW MUCH YOU CHOOSE TO SQUABBLE WITH ME, THAT STATEMENT WILL STILL BE TRUE.’ ‘Our love was an abomination!’ I screamed. ‘YOUR LOVE WAS VALAR BLESSED.’ I snorted at this. ‘YOU THINK YOU CAN FIND A BETTER MATCH FOR YOURSELF? YOU BELIEVE A VALAR BLESSED RELATIONSHIP CAN BE ANYTHING LESS THAN YOUR SOULMATE?’ ‘I believe a love between blood relations is wrong and that Gondolin’s fall was inevitable!’

“At this the Valar breathed deeply. Rage shone upon his face. He was practically shaking with anger as his eyes bore into mine. ‘VERY WELL THEN. IF YOU ARE SO CERTAIN YOU KNOW BETTER THAN THE VALAR AND CAN FIND THE OTHER HALF OF YOUR SOUL, THEN I WILL RETURN YOU TO LIFE.’ The other Valar inhaled sharply, but stayed quiet. ‘YOU WILL BE TASKED WITH LIVING YOUR LIFE ANY WAY YOU WISH, BUT YOU MUST SEARCH FOR YOUR GREAT LOVE.’ At this statement I must have looked like a fish. My mouth hung open and confusion must have been reflected on my countenance, for surely that is also how I felt. ‘DO NOT BE SO NAÏVE AS TO BELIEVE THIS EDICT IS IN ANY WAY TO YOUR BENEFIT. NOW BEGONE FROM MY SIGHT, SELFISH ONE!’

“I awoke with a start. My body screamed in pain and my lungs were empty of all breath. When I tried to inhale, the air was fetid and hot. Smoke and ash were heavy all around me. I could barely see it was so thick and hurt my eyes. I thought there must have been a fire all around me. Although I was in pain, I could feel no broken bones or open wounds. It was though the Valar has returned me whole, but my body remembered the pain inflicted by the dragon,” here Erestor took a moment to look at the deep scar upon Glorfindel’s beautiful face. Fresh tears rolled down his cheeks and a look of shame and pity overcame his countenance. He quickly looked away again. “I kept low to the ground and breathed through a sleeve, hoping to escape the area. I had moved only moved 50 or so metres before the air grew lighter, smelt fresher and I could keep my eyes open for longer than a second at a time.

“I continued moving, but took the opportunity to look around. At the time I guessed I had been moving away from the fire, though it was only a fluke that I had chosen that direction to crawl. I could see a large glowing shape in the centre of the ash and smoke. It took some time, but slowly I was able to work out the mass with all the soot coming from it, and I saw wings, claws, glowing embers and realised it must have been the Balrog. Or possibly the dragon. I really could not say.

“I turned from the heated scene and started crawling again. It was only a few more movements until I came upon another body, but this one was far more familiar. Even though scarred and a pained look forever etched into your countenance, I could tell it was you,” Erestor trailed off, seeing Glorfindel’s motionless body in his mind’s eye. Erestor’s face was grief stricken, and there was something else, but Glorfindel could not tell what.

When he continued, he dared not look to Glorfindel.

“I left you. I thought to grab some burning embers and set your flesh alight, yet I could not bring myself to destroy what beauty was left beneath the fresh scars. I could have buried you, yet the thought of denying you the light of the sun seemed cruel too, even though I doubt the sun lingered long in the gully. I later heard the eagles retrieved your body, and from your final resting place golden flowers began to bloom. I remember thinking at the time how far more apt that was than anything I could have done for you.

“When the pain eased from my body and my strength returned, I did as the Valar commanded. I continued my life as I chose, but always sought the lover I thought would complete me. It has taken four thousand years for my pride and stubbornness to be broken down to admit that the Valar were right. There never was anyone else for me but you,” Erestor cried freely, but still could not look to Glorfindel. “All the relationships I sought ended, usually in heartache. Male, female, elf, human, even a dwarf once, I tried them all and in the end I was still alone. Lonely. None even came close to being comparable to me in the way you were. Even knowing this I prolonged so many failing relationships just so I wouldn’t need to admit my fault from Ages ago. Still my ego rallies against the thought that Gondolin is my fault, yet everything else the Valar have said is true, so why not this also?”

“It should not be a burden placed on just one,” Glorfindel said quietly, comfortingly. He wanted to reach out and hold Erestor, but the time still did not seem right. “What happened for you to admit that there was no other for you than me?”

“After a several dozen failed relationships, I began to open up to the idea that you were the only one for me. Yet it took another five hundred years for me to accept it wholly, as to love you is to admit to our blood connection. Even now, I feel I should rebel, after so many years fighting this bond, and the deep in-grained idea that family members should not be in love with one another. But I am so tired of struggling. I don’t want to be alone anymore. I am willing to admit to anything if I can feel whole again.”

“You have not answered my question,” Glorfindel urged. If they were to be together once more, then everything must be understood in its entirety now.

Erestor sniffled and nodded his head.

“My rooms are close enough to Elrond’s family’s rooms that I have a partial view to their private garden. Yesterday I saw Lord Elrond’s twin sons making love under the large elm tree to one another,” Erestor waved his hand vaguely in the direction of a nearby window. “I was so captivated by them. They moved as one. They knew all the erogenous zones to tease and touch. They brought each other delight and their skin danced in the dappled sunlight streaming through the leaves and branches above them. They were beautiful to watch.

“As you get to know them, you will realise how differing their personalities are, yet their characters are so similar. Identical in appearance yet opposite in interests, but also complimentary in demeanour. These traits carried over into their personal time together. It was obvious from their love-making that this was not the first time they have lain together. So giving and loving were their actions, so in-sync with one another, partially due to their likeness but also as their passions grew, their movements were so certain, so sure their touch would only further the other’s fervent. Elladan was very proactive in bringing his lover joy; and Elrohir reacted to every touch and gave back just as much. I actually forgot for a second that I was watching not only two boys I had helped raise, but also brothers.

“And in that moment I accepted everything. I mentally acknowledged that all love, regardless of relations, provided all parties are willing and of consenting age, should be celebrated. That my decision all those years was selfish and unreasonable and only caused hurt to those I claim to love above all others. And though I still recoil at the thought, I guess also that my acceptance of this, likewise means I should accept the downfall of Gondolin, its people and even yourself as wholly my fault,” Erestor’s tears began whole-heartedly anew. He brought his hands up to his face and sobbed into his over-sized sleeves.

Glorfindel slid from the armchair and knelt on the floor beside Erestor. Glorfindel’s arms drew around the slender shoulders and pulled Erestor towards him. Glorfindel rested his head upon Erestor’s and stroked the black hair soothingly. Erestor hesitantly returned the touch and half-turned on the couch to be facing Glorfindel more. Erestor looped his arms under Glorfindel’s and held the strong shoulders. His crying did not cease, but Glorfindel cared not. Any transgressions of Erestor’s were instantly forgiven when it was clear how much suffering he had endured and the weight of his actions crushing him even now. Glorfindel closed his eyes and tightened his grasp, grateful and overjoyed at being with the one he loves after all they had endured.

They stayed like that for some time. Erestor’s crying had slowed to the occasional hiccup and Glorfindel’s shirt had become damp from tears that still occasionally fell. Outside a bell rang out that could be heard throughout Imladris.

Erestor coughed and cleared his throat.

“That is the lunch bell. If you are hungry, we could go have something to eat,” he said, but made no movement otherwise.

“I am quite happy right here,” Glorfindel answered. “Though my knees are becoming sore, if I am honest.”

Erestor tittered, but it came out far gruffer than expected.

“Here,” he offered, pulling back onto the couch but dragging Glorfindel with him, and shuffled aside, making room for Glorfindel. Glorfindel sighed as feeling started returning to his lower extremities, though now on the couch, he wasn’t much more comfortable either, squished down one end between a hard arm of the furniture and Erestor’s clinging body. Not that he minded the clinging, but given it was now lunchtime, it did mean they had been holding one another for several hours now.

“I missed you,” Glorfindel whispered, wanting to move things along.

“I have missed you too,” Erestor responded. “I am so sorry for-”

“Hush,” Glorfindel interrupted and moved back, forcing Erestor’s arms from him. Glorfindel looked into the dark eyes for the first time in four millennia, the beautiful black eyes wreathed with a burning red. “No more apologising. That is the past, and I am very much looking towards the future.”

“You will entrust me with your heart once more?” Erestor asked, fresh tears tracing paths down his cheeks at the overwhelming amount of hope and humility he felt right now.

“I will,” Glorfindel answered confidently, “but please understand how much your rejection hurt me. I could not bear it again if you unbind yourself from me once more.”

“Never,” Erestor shook his head, conviction written upon his face.

“Will you bind and marry me?” Glorfindel asked.

“Yes,” Erestor smiled, tears of joy flooding his cheeks.

“Erestor, I fear you may die of dehydration soon,” Glorfindel said kindly, wiping Erestor’s cheeks. Erestor snickered. “Come, I would have you bound to me before that happens.” Glorfindel stood from the couch and held out a hand. Erestor grasped the hand assuredly, and allowed Glorfindel to guide him through the open doors into the bedroom.

Glorfindel was about to eagerly move to the bed when an elm tree caught his attention through a window. Their only encounter thus far had been in the sweet embrace of nature, it seemed fitting their renewal should be as well.

“Everyone will be at lunch?” Glorfindel asked.

“Most will be, yes.”

Without giving Erestor a chance to object, Glorfindel opened the window and jumped the short drop to the ground below. Erestor looked at Glorfindel bewildered and wondered what was happening. Still, not feeling he was in a position to question one’s actions, Erestor hopped out the window and climbed down the building.

Once down, Glorfindel took his hand again and began walking to the elm tree.

“These are the private gardens of Lord Elrond and his family,” Erestor said as they approached the hedge that formed the boundary.

“If it fit for two princes, it is fit for us,” Glorfindel state boldly and sprang over the waist-high plant. He looked to Erestor expectedly. Erestor hesitated. While Elrond would not mind Erestor in the garden, what they intended to do might be seen as disrespectful. His uncertain gaze met Glorfindel’s committed countenance. The scar that twisted Glorfindel’s beautiful skin stood out. Erestor gave in easily upon seeing that reminder. He walked down the hedge a number of metres and entered at a gate, the hinges squeaking from infrequent use.

Glorfindel had walked the length with Erestor and met him on the other side of the gate. Holding hands again, they walked to the shade of the elm tree and stopped underneath it.

“Ready?” Glorfindel asked, pulling Erestor against him.

“Very much so,” Erestor responded.

Glorfindel cupped Erestor’s cheek and moved in for a kiss. Erestor could not help but recall the first kiss they shared. So electric and erotic. This was nothing like that first moment. This was slower, gentle…awkward. So much had happened in the years since then. So many regrets.

Erestor broke the kiss, but instantly moved to kiss the scar on Glorfindel’s cheek.

“This does not feel right,” Erestor confessed.

“Why?” Glorfindel’s heart clenched, afraid he was about to be rejected again.

“I feel I should be grovelling to you, try to make amends, tell you how much remorse and guilt I feel. I never thought the Valar would gift me with your presence after all they accused me of, and even if they did, not so soon after I my realisation,” Erestor pulled back just enough to look Glorfindel in the eye, a look of terror on the fair face. “I worry they have sent you back just so they can rip you from me.”

“They are not that cruel,” Glorfindel cooed. “They returned me for a few reasons. One, to care for Lord Elrond and his family, as I had done with his father, grandparents and King Turgon. Two, to speak for the Valar and advise all Elves they are welcome to journey across the sea. For these purposes, the Valar could have sent anyone. There are a great many noble elves that swore service to the line of Turgon, yet they chose me as they have seen you suffering. They have decided all the torment you have endured is punishment enough. And so do I. I can see the sorrow etched on your face and wish nothing more than to see you smile again. So please, Erestor, believe this is true,” Glorfindel grasped Erestor’s hands in his and kissed the backs of his fingers sweetly.

“Do you not hate me?” Erestor asked, his voice crackling.

“I had many years to reflect on my life and emotions while in the Halls of Mandos. I was angry, and hurt, but never did I hate you. I love you Erestor. I have ever recognised you as the other half of my soul. How could I hate you?”

Erestor’s face began to crease, more tears threatening to fall.

“I love you too!” Erestor exclaimed, and then jumped into Glorfindel’s arms, planting a searing kiss upon Glorfindel’s lips. Glorfindel managed to catch Erestor, but the suddenness caught him by surprise and he was ill-prepared for the extra weight, throwing him off balance. Not wanting to harm his love, but knowing he was about to fall, Glorfindel let his knees buckle first, bringing Erestor down to sit upon his lap, before leaning forward, laying Erestor down upon the ground. All while maintaining the lip-lock.

From over his shoulder, Erestor’s hands grabbed at the white shirt Glorfindel wore, pulling it up. Glorfindel moved away long enough to remove the offending garment before lowering back down again. Erestor’s lips eagerly greeted Glorfindel’s again and their tongues thrust against one another in an imitation of how their bodies were about to be joined.

Erestor moved his hands between their bodies and made quick work of the buttons running down his chest. He flung the fabric away from him, allowing it to lie on the ground as his and Glorfindel’s torsos came into direct contact. Glorfindel took advantage of the skin available to him and gently tugged at a nipple. Erestor moaned low and deep, his member quickly growing large and heavy within his leggings.

Glorfindel felt the hardness pressing into his thigh, and moved his own erection into contact with Erestor’s. They both groaned again, humping one another as their ecstasy grew. Erestor broke from the kiss and breathed deeply. He continued kissing Glorfindel, cheek, chin, neck, ear, anywhere his lips could reach. His fingers roamed Glorfindel’s arms and back, sliding over hard muscle, combing through blonde hair, massaging ear tips and his fingernails gently raking up the sides of Glorfindel’s torso.

Glorfindel slithered down Erestor’s body, kissing and licking as he went, until he came to a supple pink nipple. Glorfindel closed his mouth around the nub and wet it with his tongue, massaging the sensitive area. Erestor gasped and his head lifted from the ground. His upper body curved up slightly and his arms rested around the blonde head and neck, nestling Glorfindel’s head into his chest.

Glorfindel then moved to the other side, not so much playing with the other nipple, but kissing and soothing the claw-like scars that lay over Erestor’s heart.

Erestor watched Glorfindel reverence and near cried again.

“Fin,” Erestor whispered brokenly into an ear.

Glorfindel moved from the now-moist nipple and pressed a somewhat chaste kiss to Erestor’s lips.

“Do you have oil?” Erestor asked.

Glorfindel stopped dead and looked to Erestor, dread filling his countenance.

“I, no,” he husked. “I have this,” he pulled a small flick blade from his pocket.

Erestor flinched at the sight of the knife.

“Did you think you would be in need of a weapon upon visiting me?” Erestor asked, his voice timid.

“Yes, but not for why you think,” Glorfindel reassured, kissing Erestor again before sitting back on his knees. Erestor also scrambled up, but ensured a short distance lay between them. “I, Erestor, though I do forgive you, I want you to know how much you hurt me. Not just emotionally, but also physically. When you chose to end the bond, without warning, my heart felt like it had been ripped from me. I near died from the agony and the betrayal.”

Erestor looked away, guilt upon his face once more.

“I say this not to hurt you,” Glorfindel shuffled closer and took hold of a hand, “I say this only so you may understand why I am about to make this request. I want us to be whole, bound together legally, and in mind, body and soul.”

“Marriage, a binding of our souls, and…?” Erestor prompted, his eyes looking to Glorfindel once more.

“A blood bond. Your blood mixed with mine, and vice versa. A fusing of partnership that goes beyond the spiritual, a connection that can never be broken, and one that will always lead us back to one another. Will you do this for me?”

Erestor smiled and moved forward, nuzzling his face against Glorfindel’s.

“Yes.”

“Erestor,” Glorfindel said, pulling back, “I love you.”

“And I you, my blonde beauty,” Erestor grinned. Erestor leaned in for a kiss, manoeuvring onto his knees as he did so. For a change, Glorfindel tilted his head up in order to maintain the kiss. Erestor slowly, gently, continued pushing Glorfindel back until the blonde fell onto the ground and Erestor lay on top.

Erestor brought the passionate kiss to an end.

“This does not help with our lack of oil,” Erestor spoke.

Glorfindel sighed, not wanting to retreat inside. Erestor was glorious in the light of day, the sun highlighting the blue in his deep black hair and the light upon his skin made it seem as though he were glowing. Glorfindel looked around, hoping they may have been lucky to be near to a juicy plant whose nectar they could use. It seemed they would have no such luck.

Just then, a strong gust shifted the leaves above and something sparkled in the bushes nearby, catching Glorfindel’s attention.

“Let me up,” he instructed and tapped Erestor’s bottom playfully.

Erestor pouted but rolled to the side nonetheless.

Glorfindel crawled to the area and picked up what appeared to be a half used bottle of oil. He popped the cork and breathed in the sweet scent of jasmine and honey. Turning to Erestor, he quizzically held up the bottle, his heart skipping a beat at the sight that greeted him.

“Must have been left by the twins,” Erestor shrugged, now lounging completely naked in the soft grass, one hand softly stroking his penis. Erestor looked very much relaxed and portrayed an air of innocence, yet the sparkle in his eye clearly showed he knew the effect he was having on Glorfindel.

Glorfindel’s arousal tightened and he knew he would need to prepare Erestor quickly, lest he come too soon. Glorfindel shot across the ground, near barrelling Erestor over and began kissing those ruby red lips all over again. Glorfindel thrust down onto Erestor harshly a few times, his lust painfully pent up he could not stop himself.

Erestor’s hands slid down Glorfindel’s arms, and found each large hand held a different object. Erestor forced one of those hands open and pried the knife from it. Glorfindel looked to Erestor in concern.

“It is time. Prepare me,” Erestor instructed, and flicked the blade open. Glorfindel looked into the beautiful dark eyes, nothing but love and trust reflected in them. Glorfindel nodded and kissed his way down Erestor’s body.

The next few moments were very reminiscent of their first joining, and Erestor found comfort in this.

Glorfindel dripped a copious amount of the fluid from the small pot onto his fingers. Holding Erestor’s hips steady with one arm, Glorfindel took his lover’s erection into his mouth. Erestor gasped as the current centre of his world was enveloped in hot, steamy warmth with a slick, wet muscle rubbing against it.

Glorfindel used Erestor’s distraction to thrust a finger inside the smaller elf’s puckered entrance. Despite Erestor’s original claims of only ever giving his body to the one whom he would marry, Glorfindel had expected him to have been sexually active with any lovers he had had since the downfall of Gondolin. However, given the tightness of the passage, it was evident Glorfindel had been the only one whom had ever had Erestor in so intimate a way. Glorfindel felt so in awe of this gift that Erestor had preserved just for him, that he mentally locked this knowledge away for another time.

Erestor squirmed around the digit inside him, but did not find it intrusive. He relaxed as the finger began working in and out of his passage and when a second finger was added, he barely felt it. Again, Glorfindel dragged Erestor’s attention back to his throbbing arousal when teeth ever so gently scraped across the sensitive skin. Erestor moaned low. And so, Glorfindel did it again and pulled his fingers most of the way out of Erestor. Erestor remembered from last time a third finger was to be added. It still hurt, but Erestor forced himself to remain still, knowing Glorfindel was about to make him feel incredible. Just as expected, Glorfindel crooked his fingers and hit Erestor’s pleasure spot with ease. Erestor gasped and moaned.

Glorfindel looked up at Erestor, a smug smile upon his lips.

“Again,” Erestor commanded.

“Only because I love you,” Glorfindel responded and pushed against Erestor’s prostate again and again. Erestor’s eyes rolled up into his head and from within the dark confines of his mind fireworks of every colour burst into life. He was just about to come when suddenly the fingers within him disappeared. Glorfindel smiled at the soft mewl of disappointment Erestor let out. Sitting up, Glorfindel snaked his trousers down his hips far enough to release his burgeoning shaft. Glorfindel poured oil onto his arousal then recorked the bottle and threw it back into the shrub he had found it in. He leant over Erestor and placed a kiss on the dark one’s lips, as he lined his arousal up to Erestor’s readied passage.

Glorfindel pushed in slowly, and stayed his movements once he was buried to the hilt.

Erestor braced himself, adjusting to the foreign object inside him as best he could. He knew it would be easier once Glorfindel began moving, but for this part, it was best if they remained still. Erestor grimaced as he slid the knife across his palm, red liquid quickly spilling out.

Glorfindel promptly took the knife and did the same. Taking Erestor’s cut hand in his; they pressed the wounds together, allowing their lifeblood to mingle.

“I, Glorfindel, son of Finlay, do promise to behold you, Erestor, above all others, to love and cherish, to respect, honour and serve for all eternity,” Glorfindel spoke true, no hesitation in his words. For one whom never liked the idea of loving one person for the rest of their life, Glorfindel had eagerly committed Erestor twice now, even after the heartache previously caused.

Erestor looked into Glorfindel’s sure blue eyes and almost cried at the love and tenderness he saw there.

“I, Erestor, son of Earane, or possibly Finlay, do promise to behold you, Glorfindel, above all others, to love, cherish, respect, honour and serve for all eternity,” Erestor smiled, so very grateful to be given this chance at happiness again.

“Ready?” Glorfindel asked, eager to move.

“Very,” Erestor said, nudging his own hips at the time. Glorfindel smiled and kissed Erestor again. Glorfindel began with small thrusts within Erestor, maintaining eye contact as they moved together as one. Slowly, their pace built, just as the pressure within their sacs did.

Erestor’s breath hitched when Glorfindel hit that sweet spot inside him. Erestor responded by squeezing Glorfindel’s hand tighter.

~*~

“Ah, I thought we left that oil in the garden,” Elladan muttered to Elrohir.

“It seems it is a good thing that we did,” Elrohir responded.

“Indeed. They are beautiful together,” Elladan agreed, his head leaning on Elrohir’s shoulder.

“Come, we should not be watching so intimate a moment as this one,” Elrohir urged.

“Why not? They are in our garden, using our oil, and it is not as though Erestor gave us privacy yesterday,” Elladan sulked.

“We were not fusing our souls together,” Elrohir remarked and grabbed Elladan by the hand, leading him away from the window.

“Well, fair’s fair, if they leave the knife out there, then maybe we will.”

~*~

Glorfindel was convulsing ever so slightly on top of Erestor. His first ejaculation in four thousand years left him reeling. Erestor fared little better. Erestor was sweating, his hair and blades of grass stuck to him. Erestor once again was overcome with the faith Glorfindel showed in him.

“No need to thank me,” Glorfindel grinned, feeling Erestor’s gratefulness through their bond, and leaned in for a soul-stealing kiss. “Come, we should tend to these cuts and leave this garden before we are seen,” he reasoned.

Erestor nodded in agreement and hastily dressed.

“Do you think the twins will notice some of their oil is missing?”

“Would you like to sneak back here later to partially fill the bottle, hoping you won’t be caught whilst doing so?” Glorfindel asked.

Erestor instantly shook his head.

“I am sure they will understand if ever they suspect anything. Come, I am in serious need of a bath, and then I wish to see Lord Elrond. I imagine I have some explaining to do,” Erestor held out his hand to Glorfindel.

“Less than you might think,” Glorfindel said cryptically and took Erestor’s hand. “He and I had a long chat before I was allowed to seek you out,” he explained at Erestor’s puzzled look.

“Oh,” Erestor responded, while considering his next words. “Then Elrond should indubitably accept my request for a month’s respite!” he exclaimed happily, and pulled Glorfindel’s arm around his shoulders.

“Even if you are not permitted time off, you will be far too tired to complete your work given all the physical activities I have in store for you!” Glorfindel teased, nuzzling Erestor’s neck.

Erestor squealed and pushed Glorfindel away and started running towards the wall for him to scale up into his bedroom. One foot up the wall and he was suddenly pulled back down. Glorfindel spun him around and pressed Erestor between the wall and himself. Hands on either side of the dark head, Glorfindel effectively trapped Erestor and moved in for a loving, yet passionate kiss.

~Fin~

AN:
OMG It's finished!? Can anyone else believe it!? Buuuut, as this story has taken so freaking long to complete, there will be a bonus Epilogue as a special thank you to everyone who has stuck with me and this fic ever since 2008!

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