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tolkien_slashy_swapsTitle: The Warrior and the Oliphaunt Trainer.
Author: chaotic_binky
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor
Warnings: AU, Slash, oral, language, angst, Mpreg, hot elf sex
Disclaimer: I do not own the elves or their surroundings. The elves made me write this even though they belong to Tolkien; they are very naughty making me do this! I make no profit and have no intention of making any.
Request: MPreg-only if Erestor is the one bearing. Angst with some hippy love power (free thinkers, has no problems with walking around naked, free love-doesn't really have a problem with sleeping with anyone.) AU. Happy ending with elflings and an arranged marriage. hot sex. no rape or fluff
Summary: Glorfindel falls in love with a visiting Oliphaunt trainer who asks him to teach him the ways of love on his fiftieth begetting night.
Author's note: Written for aprilmoon08
After delivering Erestor to the healing rooms and alerting Elrond of his presence, Glorfindel immediately mounted his horse and rode off to join the warriors making their way to Lothlórien. He sought to create a safe corridor for travellers between the realms, which involved killing all wargs and orcs for miles in either direction of the route. Gildor and his followers would need the safety of the route to Lothlórien when they left in the autumn and so would Erestor. Where did that thought come from, he wondered.
After many battles along the route where wargs and orcs were pursued, hunted down and killed, they reached their destination. Haldir slipped down from the branches of a tree and gave a wide grin.
“We saw you about a mile off and word has been sent to our Lady. It is good to see you again, my friend.” Haldir’s infectious smile lightened Glorfindel’s heart.
The warriors dismounted and led their horses through the paths between the trees. Glorfindel walked beside his old friend and they talked about the new sword that Haldir received from Celeborn for his part in detecting and killing fifty orcs that planned to burn part of the forest down.
“What of you?” Haldir asked curiously. “Who is the one who has caught your heart?”
Glorfindel was shocked and could say nothing, whilst Haldir merely laughed. They carried on walking until they reached the Glade of Circlets. There sat Galadriel and Celeborn, who greeted them warmly.
“Glorfindel, you have done much to ensure the safety of those who travel between Imladris and Lothlórien.” Galadriel walked up to the warrior and said so that only he could hear, “Who do you do this for?”
Red was the face that looked up at the Lady. Erestor was always in his thoughts but how could he love someone who was a child a few weeks before? He wondered how plainly written on his face his love for Erestor was and why he continued to lie to himself. The young elf had touched him in a way no one else ever had. His innocence and lack of expectations other than being taught how to make love had endeared him to the older elf. Never once had he asked anything more of him, and yet it seemed that maybe he had hoped. Beautiful was the face that looked up at him in his dreams. Generous, warm brown eyes to drown in, inviting him to kiss cherry red lips, so soft, so moist, warm and sweet. He shifted his attention back to reality and dismissed the thought. He smiled politely.
“My lady, I believe I do this for all who would travel.”
After much feasting and celebration, Glorfindel went to stay in Haldir’s talan. Both were drunk and merry and neither could climb the stairs to the dwelling in the tree so they both lay under the stars and fell asleep. Haldir’s wife, Merilnis, who had left the celebration an hour before to put the youngest elfling to bed, looked over the wooden balustrade and sighed. The spirit of mischief entered her and she took some twine and carefully climbed down the steps and tied her husband to the base of the tree by his wrists and wove several fresh blossoms into his hair. He would think Glorfindel had done it and panic and she thought that the visiting warrior would be just as confused. Giggling to herself, she climbed back up into the tree and went to bed.
During the night, Glorfindel awoke; there was something unusual about Haldir but he felt so groggy he could not place what it might be. He stood up and breathed in huge lungfuls of fresh air, and made his way to the stream to wet his head. On the way, he saw a hovering light in the mirror glade, which seemed to try to catch his attention. Curious, he followed the light and saw Galadriel standing by the mirror pool.
“My Lady.”
“Come closer Glorfindel. Do you wish to look into the pool?” Galadriel looked tired and she wished she was still in bed but the mirror had called to her. She hoped that Glorfindel would say no, so that she could go back to her room and snuggle up with Celeborn. Her head was thumping and she bitterly regretted the amount of drink she had consumed. No doubt her husband would lecture her in the morning. Still, that was to come.
“I suppose so; it is not as though I have anything better to do.” He sounded lighthearted but inside wondered what would be revealed.
The water clouded over and then cleared. The oliphaunt shed was burning and elves were trying to rescue the large animals that were panicking in the flames. Erestor’s face appeared and then the scene shifted to Elrond holding Vilya over Erestor’s belly whilst he slept and saying Glorfindel’s name repeatedly whilst the ring twinkled brightly at each mention. Then the scene change once again and the oliphaunts were in the shed with Erestor trying to lead them out as they panicked. Glorfindel gasped with horror, as the elf stumbled and fell, to be crushed underfoot by one of the huge beasts. The waters cleared and Glorfindel looked at Galadriel in panic.
“Not all has happened. But I feel that you must go back quickly, to make sure that nothing else does.” Galadriel took Glorfindel out of the glade and walked back with him to Haldir’s talan where they saw the Marchwarden laying on the ground fast asleep.
Both fell about laughing. Galadriel felt that this was worth getting up for. Glorfindel sat astride the Marchwarden and kissed his cheek.
Haldir woke up panicking.”What?”
“Did you wear flowers in your hair for me, sweet one?” Glorfindel grinned at Haldir’s confusion as he tried to pull his arms to push the warrior off and found them tied to the tree.
“What? ‘Fin, you tied me up. Get off me.” Haldir thought it was very unlike his friend and was seriously worried. He hoped he was not the cause of the love he saw in his friend’s eyes earlier that day. “Get off me ‘Fin. I am married.”
Galadriel howled with very unladylike laughter. Haldir looked at her and blushed with embarrassment.
“You have beautiful flowers in your hair, sweet Haldir.” Glorfindel continued to tease and laughed when the Marchwarden uttered dire threats to him. The blooms were removed as Haldir looked wide-eyed and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a giggling face up in the tree watching his discomfort.
Galadriel walked over to Glorfindel and touched him on the shoulder. “I expect this is goodbye until next time. Leave by first light, my friend; you still have time.” She turned to her Marchwarden. “Do not worry, I will not tell anyone of your penchant for being tied up, Haldir.” She left the scene with him loudly protesting that he did not like being tied up at all.
“Merilnis, I know it was you who did this.” Haldir yelled and tugged at the bindings around his wrists again.
“Easy Haldir, you will damage yourself.” Glorfindel cut the bindings and watched as his friend sprang up and ran up the stairs to the talan after his giggling wife. Glorfindel followed on behind and listened as his friend asked his wife angrily what she was doing and how would she like to be tied up. He did not catch her answer but heard the cries of passion shortly after and so assumed that all ended happily.
In the morning, Glorfindel took his leave and handed over control to his second in command, promising to come back when he could. He mounted his horse and rode like the wind hoping that he would be in time.
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The orange glow on the horizon in the direction of Imladris spurred Glorfindel to go even faster. Nothing to halt his progress occurred during the flight home and he would soon reach his destination. What if he was not on time? What if Erestor was already dead? The thought was unbearable and he could not entertain it; he had to believe that the young elf was still alive.
The sick feeling of fear and dread overcame Glorfindel when he saw the huge oliphaunt shed on fire at one end. A melee of elves ran back and forth collecting buckets of water and passing them to a line of elves throwing water into the flames. The roar of the animals inside carried in the wind and Asfaloth galloped into the middle of the crowd even though she was terrified. The warrior jumped off and ran into the shed using his leather cloak as meagre protection against the flames. In the middle of the inferno, he could see Erestor, coughing in the swirling black smoke, trying to snap open a metal link with a large hammer.
The animal reared up in pain as his skin burned. Howling trumpeting calls echoed over the valley as the terrified oliphaunt twisted and writhed, trying to get away from the intense heat. Running forward, Glorfindel pulled Erestor away and threw him near the door where he the elves throwing water pulled him to safety. Vaguely aware that Erestor was fighting with the elves who sought to restrain him, the blond hit the hammer down hard on the metal link and freed it with one blow. The oliphaunt’s huge front legs lifted from the floor and crashed down again. Glorfindel ran forward to avoid a leg and found himself under the large animal as it blindly broke away in a bid for freedom. The air burned his lungs and he coughed hard, hardly seeing the animal’s back legs passing him. Intense heat blistered his skin and he knew he had to get out before he became unconscious from lack of air.
Elves ran out of the way to avoid being crushed and injured as the large animal ran towards the lake to soothe the burns upon its skin. The shed continued burning and the other oliphaunts were rescued more easily, the flames not having reached them yet. Glorfindel’s cloak was ruined but that was not uppermost on his mind. Erestor sat coughing from the effects of smoke inhalation, but he looked all right otherwise; his mother was holding him and wiping the grime from his face. Gildor and several other travellers were lying on the ground, overcome by the effects of smoke and some had burns. Elrond and his healers were busy working their way through the elves, some were moved on stretchers to the house, and others supported as they walked.
Glorfindel joined Elrond. “I saw this in Galadriel’s mirror. I came as soon as I could and I am glad I did.”
“Are you hurt?” Elrond looked at the warrior, for he had seen him run into the flames and rescue Erestor and release the oliphaunt.
“Only minor stuff; I will be all right.” Glorfindel looked around, and then offered to help get the elves to the healing rooms.
“You can hardly breathe yourself, Glorfindel.” Elrond smiled. “Go and see to Erestor and ask his mother to come over here and help with her husband.”
Soon the warrior was alone with Erestor, whose mother was glad that someone could sit with her son and that she could see to her husband. She said nothing to Glorfindel about Erestor being pregnant; comforting Gildor was more important.
Erestor continued to cough whilst Glorfindel held him. He could see that the young elf was becoming extremely tired and he noticed the swelling of his belly. He wondered what it could mean. Deciding that the air outside was injurious to the young elf because of the smoke still flying around, he lifted him up and took him off in the direction of the house.
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Erestor awoke to find himself in a warm bath. The sensation of floating relaxed him and the gentle hands that carefully washed his hair made him feel safe. He looked up at the blond warrior and smiled at him.
“Everyone is all right and none of the oliphaunts are hurt, if that is what you were going to ask.” Glorfindel smiled then pulled the dark elf into a sitting position. He took a jug from the side of the small pool and poured scented water through Erestor’s soapy hair.
“Thank you.” Erestor smiled lazily and watched as the warrior washed, the golden body magnificent with wet rivulets running down his chest.
Glorfindel looked at Erestor and smiled. “Let us get out of the bath now.” He knew Erestor looked at him with desire and he felt the same. He decided that he would not take advantage of the young elf, even though he suspected that other elves in Imladris had tried and maybe succeeded now that his begetting day had passed.
Galadriel was right to question Glorfindel. He reflected that he had been a coward not to acknowledge his true feelings. Erestor had elves around him like bees around a flower dripping with nectar and, like the winged creatures, they were all eager to taste his sweetness. Perhaps Glorfindel had lost Erestor altogether and he wondered why he was so reserved that he found it difficult to form new relationships. He could not help his way; it was rooted in his upbringing and for the thousandth time he cursed the formality and rigidity of acceptable manners in Gondolin.
Glorfindel poured Erestor a glass of wine and they sat on the settee together, silently, enjoying the distance sound of waterfalls and the occasional cracking sound as parts of the oliphaunt shed continued to fall.
“You were very brave, Erestor.” The warrior took a sip of his wine. “Were you not frightened?”
“I had to get the oliphaunts out of the shed, especially that one. She is mine; my
“I looked in Galadriel’s mirror and saw you in that same position, the oliphaunt in her terror crushed your body. I returned immediately to save you.” The warrior looked at the young face with the beautiful brown eyes and cherry lips and he could not help himself. He reached forward and kissed the slightest of brushes upon the dark elf’s lips.
Erestor slid a hand around the warrior’s neck and another to the back of his head, pulling the blond head towards him, and kissed. He kissed deeply and when they parted, Glorfindel looked surprised and slightly shocked.
“I am sorry, Glorfindel, but I had to do that. If I had not you never would have.” Erestor breathed, his pupils large and inviting.
“I did not want to take advantage of you and I do not take lovers lightly, Erestor.” Glorfindel thought that to be honest might hurt him, but it was better that he tell Erestor now.
“Then without seeming forward I would hope for more than just being your lover, Glorfindel. I have fallen hopelessly for you and nothing in my mind is there unless you are in it.” Erestor looked down as if troubled and Glorfindel asked him what the matter was. “According to Elrond I have been sick so much because I have a baby inside me. Glorfindel, I have only ever shared my body with you.”
“It is impossible for a baby to be inside a male Erestor. You know that.” Then Glorfindel said something non-retractable and for which he was heartily ashamed of. “How do I know it is mine? I only have your word for it.”
It occurred to Glorfindel as soon as it happened that he deserved the slap around his face. “How could you?” Erestor yelled. “I have not shared my body with anyone since you. Just because the rest of the elves in Imladris are free and easy with whom they sleep with, it does not mean I am like them.” He stood in front of the warrior and poked him in the chest. “How dare you even think that of me. You weren’t any good anyway.”
The dark elf turned to make a dramatic exit and Glorfindel stood shocked. Anger rose in him and he caught hold of the elf. “If you have been with no one else then you can hardly make any judgements about my performance.”
“Let go of me.” Erestor looked wildly around wondering how everything could have gone so horribly wrong.
“I am sorry.” The warrior released the dark elf, who ran out of the room in tears.
With heavy heart and extreme regret, Glorfindel climbed into his bed. Maybe he could speak to Erestor the next day. He chided himself for talking the way he did to the dark elf and wondered at his own insensitivity. Only then did he remember the vision in Galadriel’s mirror of Vilya lighting up at his name.
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The next morning Elrond knocked on Glorfindel’s door with Gildor and Erestor in tow. Gildor’s face was one of restrained fury but at Elrond’s bidding, he did not speak. Erestor looked down at the floor and Glorfindel noticed that Gildor had a tight grip on his arm.
“Come in.” Glorfindel looked weary and wore a long dressing gown that covered his feet. He stroked the side of Erestor’s face. “I am sorry for the things I said; I did not mean them.”
Erestor looked up, his face flushed and Gildor pulled him away. They sat down in an uncomfortable silence. Elrond started to speak.
“Glorfindel, Erestor is pregnant with your child. Vilya identifies you as the father and so according to the laws of Gildor’s people you must marry him.” The Lord of the Realm, normally so jovial, was deadly serious. “Very rarely when twins are expected, one fëa leaves and the body merges with the one that is still alive. If the fëa are of opposite sex then the elfling is born with both sets of sexual organs to varying degrees. It seems that Erestor has extra internal organs only.”
“As Vilya identifies the child as mine, I will marry Erestor. In Gondolin we would have been expected to do no less, even though it is not the case in Imladris.” Glorfindel looked at Erestor who kept his face down. He felt intensely sorry for the young elf and once again felt the pangs of guilt at upsetting him.
Gildor let out a sigh of relief.
“I do not want to marry Glorfindel; he is only marrying me because I am with child. I wanted someone who would love me.” Erestor sobbed into his drawn up knees.
“Love does not come into it. You will do what is right and follow our customs.” Gildor looked angrily at his son. “Anyway, you assume much. You have no idea how Glorfindel feels about you.”
Erestor stood and made the other elves jump as he screamed at the top of his voice. “I am not marrying him and that is final.” He looked around as if to determine how far he would get if he ran. “If only the oliphaunts foot had crushed me instead.”
Gildor sprang up and caught Erestor’s wrist as he tried to escape. He looked at Elrond whilst restraining his struggling son. “Let us have the ceremony here in private and now. Send a servant for my wife.”
Glorfindel sat in his chair and waited. He felt unhappy that Erestor did not want to marry him because of his words to him the previous evening, but he also thought that they should be able to get to know one another first. Then he considered that as they would be expected to marry anyway it was useless to explore further options, if indeed they existed. Erestor continued to sob and Gildor maintained a firm hold on his son. Elrond sat in the middle and looked uncomfortable.
“Got any wine?” Elrond looked at Glorfindel. “I could really do with some now.”
The warrior stood up and walked over to the table. Five glasses were set out and two bottles of wine opened. The wine was poured and handed out. Erestor refused and mumbled that he did not want anything, but Gildor took a glass for him anyway. The whole scene felt very uncomfortable and, as much as Glorfindel wanted to comfort the young elf, he thought it might make things worse.
Erestor’s mother arrived and, after a quick précis from her husband, told her son that he would marry Glorfindel whether he liked it or not. She would not have her family’s ability to rule their people brought into question because he thought their laws and customs should not apply to him. Erestor said that he did not care how his refusal affected his family and once again stated that he would not marry Glorfindel.
The warrior grew increasingly alarmed at Erestor’s behaviour and he leant over to Elrond and whispered in his ear. “Is it wise to do a ceremony in his state? Look at him; he is nearly hysterical.”
The Lord looked at Glorfindel with a small smile. “I believe Erestor knows full well what he is doing, do not be fooled by him.”
“You are being rather cryptic.” The warrior looked confused and even more so when Elrond said he would work it out in time.
A ringing slap resounded in the room and Erestor yelled at his mother for striking him. Gildor shouted at Erestor and both parents took him across the room and sat him on a chair where they spoke in hushed whispers. All three exuded anger whilst Elrond and Glorfindel watched uncomfortably. In the end, the family were called over and Elrond told them that he would start the ceremony.
Everything went surprisingly smoothly. Erestor answered as he was supposed to and even let Glorfindel take him in his arms. After the ceremony, Gildor and his wife kissed their son and left the room, promising to see him at dinner later that day. Elrond asked Erestor if he would be all right and after being assured that he would he hugged Glorfindel and went off to breakfast.
This left Erestor and Glorfindel alone in the room.
The warrior put his arms around the young elf and held his head to his chest. “You are a bit of a drama queen aren’t you my love?” Glorfindel grinned and tilted the young elf’s face up to his own. Erestor shook in his arms. “Look at me.”
Glorfindel tilted his new husband’s face up and kissed the laughing lips. “No wonder Elrond said you knew what you were doing. You planned all of this didn’t you?”
“I knew that the more I refused the more insistent my family would be that I marry you.” Erestor giggled and gave Glorfindel a small kiss on the lips. “I worked out that when you realised the child was yours that you would marry me anyway, but I do not want to wait for a decent period of time courting. I want you now before I get too big. I want to enjoy my big blond husband.”
“I do not know whether I should indulge you, sweet one. According to you I was not that good anyway,” Glorfindel teased; he could play games as well.
Erestor gave a coy smile. “How would I know, I have no one to compare you against.” A slender hand reached up and stroked Glorfindel’s cheek.
“Are you sure you have no oliphaunts to save before we do anything, my only one?” The blond was quite enjoying the game and grinned as he kissed the ring on Erestor’s index finger.
“Well I do not have to run into a burning shed at the last minute so that I can encourage the elf, who is the keeper of my heart, to rescue me.” Erestor grinned widely and pulled his husband to him. “Let us go to bed.”
“I knew it.”
“How did you know?”
“You were not dirty enough nor were you coughing for long enough after the rescue. It did not occur to me at the time. You are quite the devious minx aren’t you?” Glorfindel gave his husband a dangerous smile as he backed him into the bedroom. “I see that I am going to have to be careful with you or else you will run rings around me. It is lucky that I really do love you or else I would be very angry right now.”
“Glorfindel?” Erestor stood, with only his leggings on.
“Yes?”
“Stop talking and get your clothes off.” The young elf pulled the blond warrior towards him and kissed him on the mouth. “Now get in that bed.”
They lay in bed and Glorfindel felt Erestor’s abdomen. He grinned and put his ear to the skin so that he could hear. “I think I will be a very good
The dark elf sighed. “Come up here.” He licked his lips and Glorfindel met them with his own. Supple tongues explored the intimate joined space and caressed their lengths. Hands stroked through hair and held each other in place.
Glorfindel knew just where to touch and soon Erestor was lost in a haze of sweet and willing submission as he lay with the warrior’s heavy bulk pressing him down into the mattress and his mouth plundering his own until he was breathless. The warrior looked up with eyes half lidded with desire and as dark as the storm over a midnight blue sea. He took his belt and showed it to his wide-eyed young husband. “Give me your wrists.”
“What are you doing?” Erestor was slightly worried but offered his wrists anyway.
“I am going to tie your wrists to the bed so that I can make love to you with out any interruptions from you.” The blond warrior grinned at his concerned husband. “Relax you will love it.”
The belt attached to the headboard and pulled tight. “This is your punishment for your deception, sweet husband of mine.”
“I can hardly move now.” Erestor licked his lips and then arched his back as a nipple was bitten and rolled between the blond’s white teeth and then sucked deep into his mouth. It was as though the flesh of his husband’s nipple had become one with the warrior’s mouth, it fit so perfectly. “Oh! Do it again. Yes, do that. Feels so good. Again, do it again.” Electric darts of extreme ecstasy coursed through his body and for a moment, he felt the headiness of sublime bliss.
Glorfindel looked at the beautiful face and the cherry lips that captivated him so. Unable to resist he kissed his husband’s mouth again. Small kisses and tiny sucking licks threaded along one ear causing Erestor to cry out. It was hard for the warrior to hold himself as he felt his skin press against that of the younger elf and kissed the parted lips with a deep passion that he never thought possible.
More kisses and licks trailed along the other ear and down Erestor’s neck. Sucking kisses that drew the flesh deep into Glorfindel’s mouth left a line of marks down the younger elf’s chest and the warrior watched with satisfaction as he writhed in intense pleasure. Hands held the dark elf’s sides and gently caressed, causing him to shiver and cry out in an uncontrollable and almost painful delight. The tongue continued to work its way downwards as Erestor called out Glorfindel’s name in his abandon. He writhed at the restraints holding his wrists, how he wanted to bury his hands in the sleek long golden hair. His jagged breathing punctuated every so often by a soft cry of gratification as his whole body trembled with the intensity of the feeling and emotion.
Erestor’s arousal ached almost painfully in his need for relief. Glorfindel licked the viscous fluid dripping slowly from the head and engulfed it in his mouth. His husband threw his head back and cried out his husband’s name in uncontrolled ecstasy. Glorfindel bobbed his head up and down causing a delightful friction. The sac underneath was gently cupped in one hand the orbs beneath the skin gently rolled as the thumb on the other hand rhythmically and firmly pressed into the flesh above his entrance. Ripples of pleasure spread throughout the whole of Erestor’s body and he thought he would die, as the feeling was so intense. He cried out his orgasm, Glorfindel’s name on his lips then looked down at his husband.
“You are so beautiful in your bliss, meleth.” Glorfindel moved up the bed and undid the belt holding his husband’s wrists. He kissed Erestor letting him taste the fruit of his moment of extreme bliss and lay his heavy body over that of his husband. The dark elf’s body was covered in a thin sheen of moisture. Glorfindel licked at the saltiness and felt strong hands threading through his hair.
Glorfindel moved down the bed after kissing Erestor, one more time. He gently parted his husband’s long legs and licked the insides of his thighs making him writhe in irrepressible pleasure then they were drawn up so that the dark elf’s entrance of secret delight was exposed. The warrior kissed and licked the puckered entrance whilst Erestor sighed with bliss. The tongue worked inside, Erestor’s breathing became more ragged, and he gasped as a finger replaced the tongue and found his prostate. “More, I need more. So good, so very good.”
Glorfindel took a small vial of oil from under the pillow. He smiled at Erestor who lay relaxed and willing for him to do anything he liked to him. The oil coated two fingers and both inserted into the relaxed entrance. The warrior regarded his husband and was met by a look of trusting adoration. Another finger was added and Glorfindel began slowly and gently to thrust in and out until he thought Erestor was open enough, all the time licking the underneath of his arousal.
With Erestor’s legs against his chest, Glorfindel placed his cock against his husband’s entrance. He pushed inside steadily whilst softly telling Erestor how much he loved him. He waited until his husband was ready and then began pushing with tiny thrusts. Erestor frowned as the raw, burning feeling of being filled registered.
“It will get better, I promise.” Glorfindel changed his angle slightly and Erestor relaxed and smiled. The feelings were a mixture of pleasure and pain with the good far outweighing the bad before much longer. Very soon, Erestor was writhing in pleasure and nearing his peak as Glorfindel rammed home repeatedly. He took hold of his arousal, and the warrior put his hand over the top, and they pumped together.
Erestor cried out his ecstasy and his whole body shook with bliss. The sight of his new husband lost in his peak of passion, his rippling flesh contorted in orgasm proved too much, and Glorfindel came loudly after, with the name of the one he loved on his lips.
They lay together limp and sated. All the heat had gone out of their bodies and they lay damp with sweat and exhausted. “That was so good.” Erestor watched as Glorfindel took a cloth and cleaned their juices from his body. “You can do that to me several times a day from now on.”
Glorfindel laughed and snuggled into his husband. “I am so glad I married you. You are the most beautiful and wonderful elf on Middle-earth. I love you so much.”
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Nearly a year later.
“Glorfindel, I am going to kill you. You did this to me you bastard.” Erestor lay writhing in agony. “Come here so I can hit you.”
Glorfindel stayed at arms length, holding his husband’s hand. “Think of a garden Erestor, think peaceful thoughts.”
“Fuck off half wit.” Erestor glared at his stupid husband. “You are so for it when this baby is born.”
“Erestor, most couples are very loving when they give birth. Why are you being so awful?” Glorfindel looked genuinely upset.
“I am in pain!” Erestor arched with a painful contraction and small tears squeezed out of the corner of his eyes. He looked pleadingly at Glorfindel. “It is so painful.”
In the end, Elrond gave Erestor something to make him sleep and cut him open to pull the baby out. “Look a little baby girl and what is this I see? Look Glorfindel another baby. You have two daughters. Well that was a surprise. I did not hear two heartbeats at all. Maybe they share a fëa.”
Glorfindel held his two tiny elflings and grinned. He felt so happy. When Erestor awoke, he showed the small babies to him and spoke many soft words and endearments.
Elrond looked on at the little happy family and smiled. He wondered if he should ask his wife for children. Erestor and Glorfindel looked so happy and he envied them their contentment. Maybe his wife would agree but then maybe she would not. Oh well, he reflected, it did not hurt to try.
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Date: 2008-08-18 11:33 am (UTC)Talk of epic tales? This is a classic, Arabian Night's style. I've read many of your fics, and I have enjoyed them all.
But truly, "Painting a Golden Light" is a true epic. I think of it often, and when I do, I think of how much I would love to write like that. You have so many fics that I've enjoyed reading. And April Moon is a lucky girl to get this one.
*hugs*
May
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Date: 2008-08-18 05:50 pm (UTC)I am really pleased you enjoyed this and also that you loved Painting a Golden Light. My writing was nowhere near that good two years ago when I first started.
I have added you to my LJ friends list so you can read the stories as they are written. I do not post to other sites until some time after posting in my own LJ.
Thank you for your lovely comments, Hugs Binky xxxxx