Title: Enough for Tonight (21-22/22) Author: Aglarien Rating: NC-17 Type: FPS Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Caladir/Gurvelon (OMCs) Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. Except for the cat. Warning: AU. Fluff. Summary: A celebration and an announcement. *~*~*~*~* Part 21 The jewelers and metal workers of Imladris all worked day and night to finish the items Lord Elrond had ordered in time. Elrond had proclaimed a day of celebration in honor of the defenders and warriors of Imladris who had protected the valley and kept its citizens safe. Servants scurried around decorating the grounds around the Last Homely House. Ribbons and lanterns decorated the trees. Great tables and benches newly made by the woodworkers were set out and decorated. The kitchens overflowed with helpers, baked goods, and delicacies. Elflings were once again sent to the orchards to harvest the fruits needed. At last the day arrived. All of the valley’s residents were assembled, waiting for Elrond to mount the large platform that had been erected. A table holding a large chest sat on the platform. Glorfindel emerged from the house, accompanied by Erestor. Elrond had finally declared Erestor healed earlier that day. Glorfindel was attired in black velvet leggings and a brilliant blue tunic, interwoven with gold strands. On his head was the golden circlet of his house. Erestor was elegant in the colors of the valley; deep rust colored robes, embroidered in deep green with sleeve linings and sash in the same color. His mithril circlet of office sat upon his elaborately braided hair. Together they walked up the steps to the platform and awaited Elrond. Elrond, resplendent in his elaborate burgundy robes of state and mithril circlet, soon joined them. Walking to the front of the platform, he extended his arms. “Welcome, my friends. Today we gather in celebration to honor those among us who so bravely defended our fair Imladris, and all who live within it. Some of us are called by station or profession to this role. But there are those among us who bravely set aside their profession and took up arms to defend you.” Loud cheers erupted from the assembled elves. “There are those among us whose profession it is to fight, yet they lay wounded, having already fought. These elves we also honor today.” More loud cheers and clapping filled the air. “Amarion, bring forth your defenders, so we might honor them.” Moving to the table, he opened the chest. Glorfindel and Erestor motioned to the defenders to mount the platform and stand by Elrond. Taking an item from the chest, he turned to Amarion. “My dear friend, words cannot express our thanks for what you did. I hope this small token will help show our gratitude.” Turning the brooch he held in his hand, he showed it to Amarion, before pinning it to his shoulder. The brooch was in the form of a medallion. Engraved in the center was the Last Homely House, waterfalls flowing in the background. Around the edge, in elegant elvish script, were the words “Defender of Imladris”. “Thank you, my friend,” Elrond said. Amarion bowed, then turned to leave. At the steps, his hands were clasped as he was thanked by Erestor and Glorfindel. Tears springing to his eyes, he quickly rejoined his family. One by one, Elrond pinned a medallion on each defender, and thanked them. One by one, Erestor and Glorfindel thanked each one. Caladir beamed at his little husband when Gurvelon’s turn came. Elrond embraced him and whispered “Thank you, Velon.” As he left, Erestor and Glorfindel embraced their friend. He returned to Caladir’s side, where he was promptly engulfed in an embrace. “I am so very proud of you, beloved,” Caladir whispered. Elrond pinned the medallion on Lindir, and embraced the minstrel with tears in eyes. “Thank you for keeping all of our elflings safe, my very dear friend.” Lindir bowed gracefully, before being nearly smothered by Erestor and Glorfindel. Little Melpomean received the same treatment, as did many of the others. When all the defenders had returned to their families, Elrond called, “And now, where are our brave wounded warriors? Come forth, all of you!” And one by one, Elrond pinned a medallion to their chests, and thanked them. One by one Glorfindel and Erestor greeted and thanked them, Glorfindel proudly clasping their arms. Elrond returned to the chest, and said, “Now, there are two more very special elves I need to honor. Erestor, come here, please.” Erestor looked at Elrond, eyebrow raised in question, but obeyed his Lord. “Erestor, you are my Chief Councilor. Aye, you are a skilled warrior, but you have not fought in many years. You could have stayed behind, and none would have questioned you. Instead, you fought beside me. Without you, I am certain that Orc would have overpowered me. I owe you my life, dear friend.” Erestor shook his head, but Elrond continued. “You took a great wound that should have been mine.” Erestor again shook his head, as Elrond removed his medallion from the chest. But this one was gold, not silver like the others. He pinned it to Erestor’s chest, kissed Erestor’s brow, and embraced his friend. Tears welled in everyone’s eyes as the crowd of elves erupted in cheers. Few had known how Erestor had been wounded, and if possible, they now loved their quiet councilor even more. Releasing Erestor to Glorfindel’s arms, Elrond wiped his eyes and spoke again. “Now there is one last honor I wish to bestow. He removed something from the chest, holding it hidden in his hand. “Saercaeron, will you come up here with me, little one?” Amarion shooed his little son up on the platform, where he shyly walked to Elrond. Elrond dropped to one knee in front of him, so he could look into the elfling’s eyes. “Saercaeron, you saved your father’s life, and for that I will always be grateful to you. You and your pitchfork, all by yourself took on that huge Orc. You are the bravest elfling I know.” Elrond opened his hand and showed the little wide-eyed elfling what was in it. Standing, he bent down and pinned the gold pitchfork, complete with a miniature medallion just like the others to Saercaeron’s tunic. Amarion and his wife stood watching, arms encircling each other’s waist, tears streaming down their faces. They were so proud of their little elfling. Taking Saercaeron’s hand, Elrond walked with him to Glorfindel and Erestor. “I believe Glorfindel and Erestor have something for you as well.” Glorfindel nodded to one of the stable hands, as Erestor bent down to Saercaeron. “Saercaeron, we wanted to thank you for saving our friend. You have proven you are a very brave elf, and we want you to have something, rather ‘someone’ who is very special.” Glorfindel lifted the elfling in his arms, and the three walked to the edge of the platform, just as the stable hand brought over a pure white pony. “This is Faerlan, and he is yours,” Glorfindel said. Saercaeron stared at the pony. “Mine?” “Aye, little one.” Erestor smiled at Saercaeron. “All yours. You will finish growing up together and he will become your best friend. But you must care for him, make sure he has food and water, groom him, and most important, give him a lot of love. Will you do that?” “Aye, I will, Master Erestor.” The little elfling excitedly nodded his head. Glorfindel and Erestor were grinning as Glorfindel placed Saercaeron on the pony’s back. The stable hand began to lead the horse and little elfling around the other elves, who cheered and clapped at the sight. Elrond again stepped to the front of the platform. “I have one more thing to ask of all of you. Will you all return here in exactly one week? We have a wedding to celebrate.” Most of the elves looked to each other, wondering if they knew whom Elrond was talking about. The murmuring got rather loud. Relatively few were aware of Erestor and Glorfindel’s new relationship, and those who did were not saying. Elrond looked at his two friends and grinned. “Go ahead, put them out of their misery.” He winked at Glorfindel. Glorfindel swept Erestor into his arms, and captured his beloved in a passionate kiss. Erestor just wrapped his arms around Glorfindel’s neck, and lost in the love of his sweet mate, forgot everything else in the world. Elves began elbowing each other to look at the two elves, and soon smiles broke out on everyone’s faces, happy to see their beloved lords finally together. Elrond grinned. “Everyone, it is time for feasting and dancing and singing!” Elves cheered, music began, and food and wine appeared. And Erestor and Glorfindel remained in each other’s embrace, lost in each other. Glorfindel finally broke the kiss when they were both out of breath. “Erestor, do you think we could just disappear for a little while.” Erestor looked into midnight blue eyes. “I think we could manage that,” he replied huskily. Glorfindel swept Erestor up into his arms and hurried to his rooms – now theirs. Kicking the door closed behind him, Glorfindel carried Erestor to the bed and laid him down in the middle, crawling up beside him. His Erestor was finally healed, and they could make love completely again. “Do you remember that morning in the camp, when we made love? What I said I wanted to do?” “Oh, tell me again,” Erestor purred. Glorfindel removed their circlets, and then began on Erestor’s robes. “I want to thrust into you so hard that all you can do is scream. I want to lose control. I want to lose my self in you. I want to drown in your sweetness, baby.” “Ooh, …that is what you said.” More purrs, as Erestor began to arch and writhe seductively. Quickly removing the rest of their clothes, Glorfindel crawled up Erestor’s body, straddling him. He captured Erestor’s mouth, kissing him deeply. “Would you like that, baby? Would you like me to thrust into you so hard that all you can do is scream?” Moving his head down, he bit gently on a rosy nipple, and then suckled it. Erestor wailed in pleasure. “Aye, my love….oh…please love, take me now. Don’t make me wait any longer. I want you now.” But Glorfindel was not so ready to give in this time. Licking his way down Erestor’s body, he took Erestor’s engorged member into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around it and teasing the slit. Placing his hands under Erestor’s hips, he lifted them up, encouraging his beloved to thrust. Erestor thrust into the moist heat surrounding him. “Oh..Oh..what are..you doing to..me..oh love…oh.so good…” Relaxing his throat, Glorfindel allowed Erestor to thrust deeper. He felt Erestor’s body begin to stiffen, and grinned around the cock thrusting into his mouth. He swallowed, and Erestor screamed out. He sucked and hummed, and Erestor began to whimper. “Love..so close…going to…” Glorfindel swallowed again, and Erestor’s seed erupted into his throat. Moaning, Glorfindel swallowed every drop, tasting his husband for the first time. Licking away every little bit, he worked his tongue around the now limp member, then moved up to Erestor’s lips. He kissed his beloved deeply. “Oh, Glorfindel . . .that was . . .wonderful,” Erestor panted. Glorfindel grinned. “Oh, I’m not done sweetheart. That was just a start.” Reaching for the oil, Glorfindel swiftly prepared Erestor. He didn’t think he would last drawing it out. His cock was throbbing it was so hard. Pouring more oil into his hand, he stroked himself and, moaning, ran his hand down the length, spreading the oil. “Are you ready for me, baby? Do you want me now?” Seeing what his words did to Erestor had quickly become addictive. He loved to see his Erestor grow more aroused and wanton when he talked to him like that. Erestor was never more beautiful than when he wanted Glorfindel to take him. Erestor nodded. “Now, please my love.” Glorfindel entered him in one thrust, knowing that was what Erestor had been waiting for. He paused for a moment, and then began to gently thrust, steadily increasing his thrusts. Oh, it felt so good. There was nothing better than to feel Erestor’s legs and arms wrapped around him, embracing him with love. Erestor moaned, “More…harder.” Leaning over Erestor and supporting himself on his hands, he smiled down at his love, gazing into his eyes, and thrust harder, hitting Erestor’s special spot. “Oh, Glorfindel . . . more!” Erestor wailed. “Oh, I love you!” Glorfindel began drawing nearly all the way out and slamming back in, again and again. “Oh, Erestor, my sweet one, I love you, I love you.” Their souls joined, became one as their bodies became one, and drew them where nothing existed but their love for each other. And the power of their love sparked around them and through them. Clinging one to the other, they came together, screaming the other’s name. Slowly regaining breath and senses, they lay entwined. Glorfindel groaned. “Sweetheart, I swear, if loving you gets any better, it may kill me. Erestor giggled into his chest and held him tighter. “Don’t worry, my darling one. I will be there to catch you.” An hour later, they managed to be dressed respectfully again, and rejoined the celebration. *~*~*~*~* Part 22 Glorfindel peeked his head around the office door to see if Elrond was busy. “Elrond? May I speak with you a moment?” “Of course, my friend. Come in, come in.” Glorfindel sat in the chair across from Elrond. Elrond went to a table, poured two glasses of wine, and handed one to his friend. “What would you like to talk about?” “Elrond, I would like very much for Erestor and I to exchange rings on the day of our wedding celebration. I want to surprise him, but I am afraid of picking rings he won’t be truly happy with. Would be help me?” Elrond took a sip of wine while he gathered his thoughts. Oh, dear. He was afraid this was going to happen. What should he say? “Glorfindel, my friend. Do you trust me?” Glorfindel nodded. “Implicitly?” Another nod. “Good. Will you allow me to handle the rings for you, and do nothing about them?” “Why?” “Because I want to. You trust me, remember?” Elrond smiled at his friend. Glorfindel smirked. “Trapped me, didn’t you. Very well, I will allow you to do this.” Their conversation moved in other directions while they sat and enjoyed their wine. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Glirien was lying in the sun in the middle of the garden. Now fully healed, her gray coat was plush, and her white paws and chest sparkled. She loved her new life in Imladris, and for the first time in her short life she was happy. Erestor and Glorfindel were lovely elves, and were always petting her and dangling things for her to play with. She hadn’t been hungry one day since Tinnu found her. Best of all was Tinnu. Glirien just loved her new friend. Her favorite thing in the whole world was lying next to Tinnu while they washed each other’s face. He didn’t even mind when she got over-excited when they were playing and bit him. Tinnu bounded into the garden carrying their breakfast. Now, where was that sweet little cat he loved? Ah, there. Strutting up to Glirien, he laid the rat in front of her paws, and sang. Wake up, little Glirien! I have breakfast! Eat it while it’s still warm! Glirien stretched and rose to her feet, singing. Oh, Tinnu, it’s lovely! You’re so good to me! Giving the large black cat a loving lick on his nose, she dug into the lovely rat, purring. Tinnu watched her adoringly for a moment, and then started eating their breakfast with her. ~~~*~~~ Erestor patiently waited for Glorfindel to leave for his office, then quickly scurried into Elrond’s office. “Are they here yet, Elrond?” “Aye, delivered just this morning. Come and see.” Erestor had spent long hours of his healing designing rings for himself and Glorfindel. Enlisting Elrond’s help, the rings were ordered and the jeweler sworn to secrecy. Elrond removed a small box from his desk, opened it, and carefully unwrapped the contents, then placed them in Erestor’s open palm. “Oh, they’re beautiful…just what I imagined they would look like.” Erestor looked up at Elrond, a glorious smile spread across his face and tears pooling in his eyes. “Thank you for helping me with these, my friend.” The two rings were identical. A center strip of onyx was embedded in a gold band. And imbedded in the onyx was a perfect golden flower. Elrond embraced Erestor. “It was my pleasure, dear friend, my pleasure.” He released Erestor and said, “Now let me tell you about Glorfindel coming to me about wanting to surprise you with rings.” Erestor chuckled over the story. “Very nicely devious, Elrond.” “High praise indeed from my devious chief councilor.” ~~~*~~~ The day of the wedding celebration finally arrived. Erestor and Glorfindel were having none of that “can’t see the groom” nonsense, as they were already, without a doubt, married. The two elves, accompanied by the two cats, were secreted in their rooms making themselves ready. Erestor had just finished fixing Glorfindel’s golden mane. Brilliant sapphires peaked here and there in the elaborate braids on the top of his head. The remainder of the long golden hair draped luxuriantly down Glorfindel’s back; more sapphires knotted in the hair emerged when he moved. “Beautiful,” Erestor breathed. “They match the most beautiful eyes in all of Arda.” Taking Glorfindel’s golden circlet, he carefully interwove it among the braids and jewels. “There. Done. Perfect.” “Thank you, beloved. It is beautiful.” Rising, he gave Erestor a quick kiss. “Now, your turn. Sit.” The two lovers had decided they would each determine what the other would wear this day. Although Glorfindel had not been allowed to see his robes yet, he now knew they would be in his favorite blue. He opened a small box on the table and began his own elaborate braiding of Erestor’s hair. Erestor peered into the box, and looked up beaming at Glorfindel. “Rubies!” he whispered. “Aye love, to match your ruby lips. And I do love you in dark red – it highlights your beautiful black hair and your dark eyes. How hold still.” Before long, Erestor’s hair was finished. Erestor’s hair was arranged much the same as Glorfindel’s, the only changes in the style of the braids. Erestor, too, had jewels knotted in his long hair. Glorfindel wanted his Erestor to sparkle on this day, Erestor reached for his mithril circlet to hand it to his beloved. Glorfindel’s hand stopped him. “Not today, sweetheart. Today, I want you in gold.” Glorfindel opened a drawer and drew out a box Erestor had never noticed before. He opened the box to reveal a golden circlet, crafted exactly like his own. Taking the circlet he wove it into Erestor’s hair. “Oh, Glorfindel, it is beautiful. Thank you, my love.” “We are one, beloved. Our circlets will reflect that for all to see.” He kissed Erestor passionately. Breaking the kiss before they forgot what they were doing, he smiled. “Now, robes.” Erestor removed Glorfindel’s covered robes from the wardrobe. “You first, love.” Carefully unwrapping the robe, he slowly revealed rich, velvet, royal blue robes. Swirls embroidered in gold thread ended in golden flowers, highlighted with sapphires. A golden sash was tied around the waist. “Oh, Erestor, it is beautiful. But you have to see yours now.” Glorfindel removed Erestor’s robes from the wardrobe, and uncovered them to reveal rich, deep red velvet. Swirls embroidered in gold thread ended in golden flowers, highlighted with rubies. A golden sash was tied around the waist. The two elves dissolved into laughter. Unknown to either of them, the seamstresses had decided to fulfill their orders with matching robes. “Oh, they are perfect, my love. Just perfect. We shall be the envy of all.” Erestor laughed. Glorfindel agreed, and grabbing his mate, kissed him again. They were finally dressed in their new resplendent robes. Erestor picked up a royal blue ribbon and deep red ribbon. “Which one gets which?” “Tinnu in the red and Glirien the blue. Same principal as on you, my love. Red on black,” Glorfindel grinned. He took the blue ribbon and called Glirien. “Come, little sweetheart. Let’s make you even more beautiful.” He tied the ribbon around the little cat’s neck, while Erestor tied the red on Tinnu. ~~~*~~~ The two cats sat side by side in the garden, waiting with their friends Caladir and Gurvelon. Everyone was anxiously waiting for the two grooms to appear. Elrond stood waiting on the platform, flanked by Elladan and Elrohir. When Erestor and Glorfindel finally emerged from the house, hand in hand, elves drew in their breaths and murmured of how beautiful and regal they looked. They gracefully joined a beaming Elrond. Taking one each of their hands into his, Elrond began the ceremony, speaking loudly enough for all to hear. “My dear friends, the night before we left for battle, I had the privilege of witnessing your marriage vows, one to the other.” Most of the elves attending the ceremony collectively gasped. They were married already? “Will you now repeat those vows in the sight of your friends and family?” Releasing their hands, Elrond reached into a pocket. Withdrawing the rings, he placed them in Erestor’s hand. Erestor opened his hand, allowing Glorfindel to see the rings. “I hope you like them, my love. Elrond helped me have them made.” Tears welled in Glorfindel’s eyes as he looked at the golden flower embedded in black, embedded in gold. “We are one, beloved. They are perfect,” he whispered. “Glorfindel, my love, I can no longer imagine my life without you by my side. I thank the Valar for giving you to me. I will honor you, protect you and love you forever. We are one, my husband.” Erestor took the larger of the two rings and slid it on Glorfindel’s finger, then placed the smaller one in his hand. “Erestor, beloved, you are my gift from the Valar. I am thankful my wound finally brought us together. Your love completes me, and I cannot imagine life without you. I will honor you, protect you, and love you forever. We are one, my husband.” Glorfindel placed the ring on Erestor’s finger. Tears welling in both of their eyes, he swept his husband into a passionate kiss. Elves cheered and applauded, and the only dry eyes in the valley belonged to Tinnu and Glirien. The two cats were curled up together in a quiet corner, indulging in a rather vigorous mutual face wash. The End.