Fic: Love and Hope, NC-17, Tulkas/Eonwe

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Title: Love and Hope

Author:  Lady Mirfain (ladymirfain@gmail.com)

Beta: Chaotic Binky

Rating: NC-17

Type:  FPS

Pairing: Tulkas/Eonwe

Notes: Amber, I hope this is what you were looking for with your request.  I actually like this pairing and hope I did it justice for you.  Happy Valentines Day, sweetie

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Rating up to = NC-17

Requested pairing =  Elrond/Glorfindel or Eonwe/Tulkas

Story elements = Battle, angst

Do NOT include =  BDSM

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Summary: Tulkas helps a friend feel again in the aftermath of war.

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Tulkas leaned back against the bole of a tree as he surveyed the damage left in the wake of the fighting.  All the death, all the bloodshed;  it was so useless and he hated it.  He wanted nothing more than to return home to the blessed shores and return to the state of watchfulness that he and his siblings had previously taken.  Unfortunately, their other brother, Melkor, had to ruin it for the rest of them, forcing them to gather forces, cross the sea, and put a stop to his fun and games.  The worst part of all this interference by the Valar was that when gods play, things get damaged and he was looking at that damage now.  

“What has you so upset, brother?” 

The question caused Tulkas to jump and spin round.  No one catches him off guard.  He then relaxed again upon seeing the pain in his back side, the instigator of all this death and destruction, the bane of his existence, Lord Manwë.  “What do you want?  Haven’t you tortured enough souls today?  Do you really need to add me to your ranks?”

Manwë held up his hands, looking at his brother with concern.  “My dear Tulkas, I merely came by to see if you had seen Eönwë lately.  This war, fighting against Annatar and having to try and kill his ex-lover, I fear it has been too hard on him.”  Manwë sighed, turning his head to survey the damage the war had caused.  “I hate war.  I hate the pain we cause the first born.  I hate the death and destruction.  But most of all, I hate getting my hands bloody.  Why can’t we all get along?  Why does there have to be evil?  Why did Melkor turn into what he did?  Where did we go wrong, brother?” 
 

Tulkas looked sharply at Manwë.  “What do you mean?  We did not go wrong.  I felt something … something off in him since we were first created.  Did you not feel this also?  Besides, how can good exist if there is not the capability for evil?  One cannot exist without the other.  You know this.  You are the one that explained this to me when he killed the trees.  Now, put these cares from your mind.  I will find Eönwë and see that he is well.”  Tulkas clasped Manwë in a fierce hug and then he left to begin his search.

Whilst looking for Eönwë, Tulkas paused here and there to offer words of comfort and encouragement to the elves who were standing around in little groups looking lost.  It had been hard on them, more so than what he and his siblings had endured.  The elves could not change things like he could and it scared them.

Several hours later, Tulkas spotted his prize, then stopped, realizing what he was thinking.  Gazing upon the figure laying beneath the tree in repose, Tulkas examined his feelings.  Hair glittering like stars caught in a swath of moonlight, eyes brighter than the bluest summer sky, a tall lithe form that would rival any of the first born;  Eönwë was stunning and he wanted him.  When had this started?  With a shrug, he stepped closer.

“We are worried about you, dear one.  I know this war had to be hard on you.  Manwë sent me to look for you and make sure you are all right. I know this war is hard for you.  Are you all right?”  Tulkas dropped to the ground next to Eönwë, placing his hand on the reclining maia’s shoulder.  He looked down to find blue eyes searching his.  “Can I do anything to help you?”

“I need to feel again,” Eönwë whispered, reaching out to grasp Tulkas’ hand in a crushing grip.  “I had to steel my heart against feeling anything to keep myself from going mad during this war, and now I cannot find my way back.  Help me, I beg of you.”

Tulkas leaned down and pressed a kiss to Eönwë’s lips, then breathed, “Is this the kind of help you want?  Tell me no, and I will speak of it no more.  Tell me yes, and I will rekindle your fire into a blaze.”

Eönwë reached up, grasping both of Tulkas’ shoulders and dragging him down to cover himself.  “I need you to burn me to a cinder, my Lord.  Please, make me feel something, anything.”

Tulkas leaned his head down and brought their lips together in what was supposed to be a gentle kiss, but Eönwë wanted otherwise and turned the kiss into a bruising battle for dominance.  When their mouths parted, they were both gasping for air.  With no thought to where they were, or who may be watching, the pair began shedding their clothing.  The sound of fabric tearing was ignored as hands found bare flesh and began caressing smooth skin.  Soft moans and growls of pleasure were punctuated by gasps and cries of delight.  But amongst it all, the loud groan emitted by Tulkas brought Eönwë back to earth. 

“What is wrong, my Lord?  Please do not stop.  I have not felt in so very long.”  Eönwë tried to force Tulkas to continue, but was frustrated when the Vala refused.

“We have nothing to ease the way,” Tulkas explained, resting his head against Eönwë.  “I will not harm you in that way.”

With an exasperated sigh, Eönwë pushed Tulkas’ bulk off to the side, and then reached for his clothing.  With drawing the vial of oil he used on his horn, he handed it to the Vala.  “Now get on with it!” he commanded before grinning cheekily and letting his legs drop apart in invitation.

Never one to pass up an opportunity, Tulkas took the proffered oil, popped the cork and doused his hand in the viscous liquid. He then began to prepared Eönwë’s waiting passage.  Sinking a finger deep inside , Tulkas grinned at the loud groan he caused from the delicious throat.  “Like that, do you?” he whispered seductively while adding another finger and searching for the bundle of nerves that quickly reduced Eönwë to a gibbering idiot.

Eönwë could do nothing more than grip Tulkas’ shoulders tight and hang on for the ride.  His back arched slightly off the ground as the bundle of nerves inside him was brushed and he moaned with bliss.  He wanted to close his eyes and pretend that Annatar was making love to him again, but he forced himself to keep his gaze locked on Tulkas and to remain grounded in reality.  Annatar was lost to him.  He had been lost since the day he decided to follow Melkor.

When his legs were lifted to rest on strong shoulders, the light behind Tulkas blinded Eönwë as to who was actually loving him and he fell into fantasy and memory.  The features looking down upon him were no longer that of a Vala but of a beloved maia and, as he was entered, he could not help but to moan his beloved’s name.  

Upon hearing the name that left Eönwë lips, Tulkas paused briefly, then realizing that this was not about himself but about helping the maia beneath him, he began to tenderly make love..  “Shhh, I will take the pain away, at least for now,” he whispered into a pointed ear.  Ghosting his lips across a high cheekbone, Tulkas once again brought their mouths together in a soft, reverent kiss.  

When they broke apart, however, Tulkas could not help but to start thrusting forcefully.  “You are so tight.  I cannot stop myself.  Forgive me,” he groaned, grasping Eönwë’s arousal and stroking it in time with the thrusts delivered into his body.

Eönwë body tightened with each thrust delivered to that spot deep inside him.  He wrapped his legs around the waist above him and forced the body to drive into him with even more force.  “I want to feel, damn it.  Make me feel.  I will not break!” he demanded as he lifted his hips to meet each thrust, frustrated tears streaming unnoticed down his cheeks.

Something broke inside Tulkas upon seeing the tears and, as if a dam had burst, he began forcefully thrusting into Eönwë.  “Forget about Annatar!  He is gone.  He does not love you.  I am here for you, Eönwë.  I am here.  Look at me and see me.”  Tulkas ground their mouths together, forcefully stealing Eönwë’s breath.

Eönwë’s eyes cleared and he truly saw Tulkas for the first time.  His breath caught in a gasp and his shoulders began to shake as his tears flowed even harder.  “It hurts,” he gasped out through the pain in his chest.  “I feel as if I am being torn asunder.”  His arousal wilted as all the anguish of his beloved turning from him to follow the Lord of evil washed over him.

With a grunt, Tulkas emptied himself deep inside Eönwë. He gently withdrew, rolled to his side, and wrapped his arms around the maia, pulling him tight to his chest.  “Let it out.  It is time to start feeling again.  Mourn for him for he is lost to you now.  Let it out.”  

Eönwë burrowed into Tulkas’ embrace and sobbed out all his grief and anguish while wrapped in the arms of his friend.  As his tears subsided, he took a deep breath, lifted his head, and looking deep into Tulkas’ gaze. He sighed.  “Thank you, my friend.  I think I will be all right now, but it is only because of you that this is so.  Maybe some day we can be… no, I will not even think on this for I am not ready to do so yet.  But come, we must go and help the others now.”  Standing, Eönwë held his hand out to Tulkas, drawing him to his feet, then hugging him tightly.  “Thank you.  You helped me more than you could ever know.”  He reached up, pressing a kiss to the bruised lips, then, with a shake of his head, materialized new clothing for himself and headed off to find Manwë, leaving a conflicted Tulkas behind him.

Tulkas watched as Eönwë ran off to find Manwë, his heart catching in his chest.  He closed his eyes tightly, vowing to himself that he would not let this be a one time thing.  He would wait for Eönwë to heal and then he would claim him as his own. He walked away smiling, all he had to do was wait.

The End