Title: Finding Hope (10-12/30) Author: Aglarien Rating: NC-17 Type: FPS Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel, Caladir/Gurvelon, Melpomaen/Turidon, Lindir/Taurfaeron Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. Except for the cats. Master Tolkien owns all the rest. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them. Warning: AU. Summary: Turidon has a visitor. Erestor and Glorfindel – well, let’s just say this chapter needs an extra warning for sexy talk and some sizzling hot loving. Note: Conversations indicated with a single ‘…..’ are Erestor and Glorfindel silently mind speaking to each other. *~*~*~*~* Chapter 10 The Valar Lorien and Orome stood before Manwe. “He is still greatly troubled and fears, my Lord,” Lorien said. Manwe sighed. “We cannot allow him to remain so. If your vision did not give him peace, Lorien, there is only one thing we can do. It is time, Orome.” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Turidon had left Melpomaen helping Elrond. He roamed the woods, thinking. Lorien had shown them what would have happened if Thalahir had lived, but still he was worried, and his guilt was heavy upon him. He was still a kinslayer. What if the Valar would not grant him entry to Aman, and he was separated from Melpomaen forever, doomed to wander middle-earth, alone and faded? Tears rolled down his face at the thought, and he sat heavily on a fallen log and gave in to his misery. Dimly, he heard a voice calling him, and looked toward the sound. A hooded figure stood in the shadow of the trees. “Who are you, and why do you disturb me?” Turidon called. The figure approached him. “Do you not recognize me, my old friend? Eons ago, near the Waters of Awakening, you knew me well.” Turidon stared at the figure as it came nearer. The hood was thrown back, and Turidon saw the grace of Aman shining in the figure’s fair face. “My Lord Orome,” he cried, bowing low before the Vala, before he fell to his knees. “Why do you weep, old friend?” Orome asked. “I am a kinslayer, my Lord! I took the life of another elf, and I fear I am banned from ever sailing to Valinor!” “Turidon, rise, my friend,” Orome said. Turidon rose shakily and stood in front of the Vala. “Did you think we would forsake you in your moment of great need after your long faithfulness, and ban you from us? You killed no one, Turidon.” “But, my Lord, I did! I shot the arrow! I killed him!” Orome smiled. “Aye, you did shoot the arrow. But your shot would have missed; your hand was shaking so. ‘Twas I, my friend, whose hand guided your arrow, at Manwe’s command. You killed no one.” The Vala placed his hands on Turidon’s shoulders. “Feel me, Turidon. I am here and this is real. Hear me. You killed no one. I was there with you. Manwe commanded it. I guided the arrow. When the time comes, you will sail to Aman with Melpomaen, and reside there in happiness until the end of Arda.” Turidon grasped Orome’s arms. “Truly, my Lord? I know it is you. The heart does not forget so great a friend as you were to me in the early days. I know you would not be false to me.” Orome smiled. “So do you now know and believe you are free of guilt? I shudder to think what Manwe will do next time if he has to send another of us to you.” “If you tell me so, then it must be. Aye, I believe, my Lord.” Turidon’s face lit with a smile. “Thank you, my Lord.” “Fear not for Thalahir. You know elves do not die. Even now he rests within Namo’s Halls, and is being cleansed of his deeds and renewed. One day he will chose to be reborn, and will again be as innocent as you were, the day I first saw you beside the Waters of Awakening.” Tears of joy and thankfulness welled in Turidon’s eyes, and the elf and the Vala walked peacefully in the woods for a time, speaking of the olden days. ~~* ~~*~~*~~*~~ Erestor and Glorfindel fed the elflings, and then allowed them to play with their new toys for a while. They sat on the floor with the children, and Glorfindel and Gailion set up a mock battle. Erestor held the baby, who clutched his new bunny, sucking on an ear, and helped Amdiriel select new doll clothes for all her new dolls. They would wait until tomorrow morning to show the elflings all the new clothes and shoes; they were quite excited enough for tonight with all the toys. ‘Tomorrow, my love, we must switch elflings, and I will play battle with Gailion while you play with Amdiriel,’ Erestor silently said. ‘Aye. We must be careful they do not think either of us loves one or the other of them more, beloved. We will both show them we are interested in whatever they do.’ Glorfindel smiled at Erestor. The evening passed quickly, and it was time for their baths. Erestor took the baby in the bathroom first for his bath. Faelion was such a good little elfling, and loved the bubbles. He giggled and screamed, splashing his hands down in the water. Erestor giggled and laughed at his little one’s happy antics, and didn’t mind at all being splashed. He enjoyed this part of the day. “You will turn into a prune, my sweetling. Time to get you out and into your nightshirt and have a rock and your bottle.” He lifted the baby and cooed at him. “My little sweetling loved his new bunny from Ada Glor, didn’t he? Oh, that ear just tasted so good! Well, let me tell you all about what froggie legs taste like.” He was having such a lovely time with Faelion, he forgot all about the baby’s favorite trick. Just as the warm pee hit him in the face, he heard Glorfindel laugh from the doorway. “Oh, Ada Restor is going to get Ada Glor for that, isn’t he sweetling?” Erestor chuckled. “Our son has a wicked aim, doesn’t he, my love?” Erestor said, wiping his face. “Oh, indeed he does. You got off easy the first time!” Glorfindel answered. Erestor diapered the baby, then tickled him until he was laughing and screaming. “Let me have him, sweetheart. It’s my turn to rock him and give him his bottle.” Glorfindel took Faelion and settled in the rocking chair, and Erestor changed the water in the bathtub and added bubbly soap. “Come, my little loves. It is time for your bath,” Erestor said to the two other elflings. He was wet anyway, and needed a bath himself after the baby’s hitting him. After helping the elflings undress, he stripped and joined them in the bathtub. They played a game of who could blow bubbles the farthest, followed by sculpting each other’s soap filled hair into wild arrangements. The baby had finished his bottle, been duly burped, and then rocked to sleep when they finally emerged laughing from the bath. Erestor dried them all with fluffy towels, and sat the elflings in front of the fireplace while he found nightshirts. Glorfindel laid Faelion in his cradle, along with the bunny. “I will just take a quick bath while you do that, love, and be right out to help,” Glorfindel said. Erestor quickly put on his own nightshirt, set one in the bathroom for Glorfindel, then helped Gailion and Amdiriel with theirs. He sat behind them, brushing and fluffing their hair so it would dry. “Ada Restor, do you know any stories?” Gailion asked. “Yes, my love, I know many, many stories. Is there a special one you would like to hear?” “Tell us about Arien and Tilion, Ada,” Amdiriel said. “We like that one.” So Erestor told them how the Valar had chosen the Maiar Arien, the spirit of fire, to guide the sun, and Tilion the hunter with his silver bow to guide the moon. “You tell good stories, Ada Restor,“ Gailion said. “Thank you, sweetheart. I have many, many stories I will tell you if you would like.” “We would like that, Ada Restor.” Glorfindel stood in the doorway, listening. ‘Isn’t it interesting how they always speak for both of them, my love?’ ‘Aye, they are very close,’ Erestor answered. ‘They both do it, and the other never seems to mind.’ “Are my two little sweethearts ready for bed, Ada Restor?” Glorfindel asked, smiling at his children. “What do you think, sweetlings? Are you ready for bed?” Erestor asked the children. “Will you sing us a song, Ada?” Amdiriel asked. “Aye, sweetheart, I will. Come, let’s go to the rocking chair,” Erestor answered. He gathered both elflings into his lap, and sweetly sang a lullaby of trees and how birds went to sleep at night in their boughs, and squirrels rested in their limbs, until the elflings nodded off. Glorfindel sat and listened to Erestor’s beautiful voice, and fell even more deeply in love with his amazing husband than he thought possible. Taking Amdiriel in his arms, he laid her in her bed, kissed her brow, and whispered, “I love you, my angel.” Then he laid Gailion in his bed, kissed him, and whispered, “I love you, my sweet one.” He took Erestor’s hand in his and helped him up from the rocker. ‘Please, beloved, come to the sitting room, now. I love you so much, if I cannot have you this minute, I shall burst.’ Erestor grabbed the oil from their bedside, and they crept out of the room, softly shutting the door behind them. Glorfindel grabbed Erestor and kissed him deeply and long, leaving them both breathless. He quickly unbuttoned their nightshirts, ripping off a few buttons in his haste, shrugged his off, then slowly pulled Erestor’s off, kissing and nibbling skin as he went. ‘Oh, my love, I want you now,’ Erestor said. ‘Aye, sweetheart.’ Glorfindel pulled him down to the soft fur rugs and straddled him. Lovingly and slowly, he worshipped Erestor’s body. He lapped and nibbled at the beautiful pale neck, then sucked a pebbled nipple into his mouth until Erestor arched beneath him. ‘Please, love….please,’ Erestor moaned in Glorfindel’s mind. ‘Soon, my heart, soon. Let me taste you, let me love you.’ He opened the oil and coated his fingers with it. Slowly licking his way down, he lapped at the tip of Erestor’s engorged member before taking it whole into his mouth and wrapping his tongue around the sensitive backside. Erestor arched and screams resounded in his mind. He gently massaged around Erestor’s opening then pushed a finger in, all the while sucking and lapping. ‘Oh, beloved, I love the taste of you. I love having your cock in my mouth, tasting those luscious drops that fall from the tip.’ He dug his tongue into the slit. ‘Oh, so good. I love making you come in my mouth, swallowing you whole.’ Glorfindel was going to take advantage of the children sleeping; he knew he drove Erestor crazy with his sexy talk, and was going to make sure tonight his husband heard and felt how much he was loved. It was wonderful to be able to mind speak while having a hard cock in his mouth, to be able to say all those things he couldn’t say before when his mouth was otherwise occupied. ‘More…please, love, oh….more,’ Erestor wailed, as he firmly held his lips together to stifle any sound. A second finger joined the first and bent to find his sweet spot, as he listened to Glorfindel’s words in his mind. ‘Do you like this, my sweet one? Do you like it when I touch you like this while your beautiful cock is in my mouth? Oh, I cannot get enough of you, baby. My sweet baby.’ Three fingers now pumped in and out, hitting that special spot with every thrust. Erestor writhed beneath him and his screams of ecstasy filled Glorfindel’s mind. Erestor didn’t know whether to thrust up into the warm, moist heat, or thrust down onto those magical fingers. ‘Oh…Glorfindel….beloved…what you do to me….Oh. More. More…harder….deeper. Ooooh….so good.’ Glorfindel thrust his fingers deeper, withdrawing them almost all the way, and thrusting them back in again. ‘Is this what you want baby? Good and hard, in and out, while I suck on your beautiful cock. In and out. In and out. My beautiful baby.’ ‘Oh, Glor….can’t last…going to come.’ ‘Let it go, baby. Come for me. Give me all of you. Come for me, baby.’ Erestor arched and a moan escaped his lips as a scream filled his mind, his seed filling Glorfindel’s mouth, shooting down his throat as he came again and again, thrusting wildly. Glorfindel swallowed greedily. ‘Oh how I love the feel of you when you come, baby. How I love the taste of you. Give me all of it, baby.’ Erestor’s hips and back slumped back down to the floor as he labored for breath. ‘Glorfindel, my love, my darling, I love you so very much. How did I live before you, before us?’ Glorfindel moved up and kissed him deeply. Feeling the hard length against him, Erestor was aroused again. ‘Take me now, my love. Fill me. Thrust your hard cock into me. Give me your beautiful, hard, thick, long cock.’ He pulled his knees up to his chest along side Glorfindel’s chest. Glorfindel gave him one last kiss, then raising himself up, positioned his member and thrust in swiftly to the hilt. ‘Aye baby, you have it. You will always have it. It belongs to you, only to you, my beautiful, sexy husband.’ Erestor wrapped his arms around the broad shoulders and wound his legs around Glorfindel’s waist, as the warrior pulled out and slammed back in, again and again. ‘Does my cock feel good in you, baby? Do you feel how big it is for you? How hard? Only for you, baby. Only for you.’ ‘Oh…Glor…love you…I love you…I love you. Only you…forever…forever. Oh…what you do to me. So good. So good.’ ‘I love you, my Erestor. Only you. I love you…forever.’ Glorfindel said. Tiny whimpers escaped Erestor’s lips. Glorfindel fought to maintain control. He wanted this to last…for Erestor. It’s why he made Erestor come first, so he would last. He stopped mind speaking for long enough to focus his energies. It had to last, for Erestor. ‘Oh, it has never been so good, my love. Oh….my Glorfindel….’ Again and again, Glorfindel slammed into his special spot, driving him mad with ecstasy. ‘Can you feel how good it is for me? Oh, can you feel me…’ Erestor wailed silently as more tiny whimpers escaped his lips. ‘I feel you, baby…I feel you. I can feel your love for me. Only me. Oh, my sweet baby,’ Glorfindel said, as Erestor wailed again in his mind. Erestor could hardly breath. His body writhed as lighting flashed through it and around it. ‘Oh…Glor..fin…del’ he screamed. And Glorfindel didn’t stop. Again and again slamming into him. Erestor clutched his arms around his beloved and pulled himself up. ‘Hold me…hold me….do not let me fall, help me,’ he silently screamed. Glorfindel wrapped his arms around Erestor’s shoulders and pulled him tightly against his chest. ‘I have you, baby….I have you, beloved. I will not let you fall. Just feel, sweetheart. Just feel how I love you. Feel how we are one. Your body is my body. Your heart is my heart. Your soul is my soul. Just feel, beloved.’ They felt as if they were bound to each other anew. As if all that came before was nothing compared to this. This union, this oneness. Their love made them soar to the heavens and they danced through the stars. The souls merged and fused and their hearts joined as their bodies joined. And Erestor finally came, his wails from the intensity of it all captured by Glorfindel’s mouth, unable to hold his voice inside any longer, as Glorfindel filled him with his seed and his love, again and again. The air around them crackled and sizzled from the force of their love, as the two lovers collapsed, drained, and fighting for breath. Long minutes later, breathing finally restored, the two lay entwined, half asleep. Terrified screams woke them instantly. “Amdiriel!” Two separate voices spoke at the same time. Throwing on their nightshirts, not stopping to button them, they rushed to the door. “Amdiriel, I’m coming, Ada’s coming!” Two separate voices spoke as one. *~*~*~*~* Chapter 11 Elladan and Elrohir returned early from their patrol and were walking down the hall to their rooms. They were just outside Erestor and Glorfindel’s rooms when they heard screams coming from within. They burst through the door, swords drawn, causing more terrified screams, and found Erestor and Glorfindel in their bedroom sitting next to two elflings, holding them and trying to comfort them. “Ada, Orcs!” Amdiriel screamed, wrapping her little arms around Erestor’s neck and holding on to him tightly. “You are safe here, sweetheart. No Orcs. Your adas will keep you safe, little one. No Orcs,” Erestor said softly, holding her close and kissing her little face. “It was just a bad dream, sweetheart. You are safe. These two are just Elladan and Elrohir. They heard you scream and came to help you. You are safe now.” The twins sheathed their swords, and Elladan went to the cradle where an infant had just started wailing, startled awake by his sister’s screams. He picked up the little elfling, speaking soothingly to him, and rocking and cuddling him in his arms. Elrohir knelt next to the bed, looking up in surprise at his friends. “Elflings!” he whispered. “You have elflings!” Glorfindel and Erestor nodded. He reached out to stroke the blond hair of the elfling clinging to Glorfindel. The elfling looked at him with large blue eyes. “This is Elrohir, little one. Remember I told you about Elladan and Elrohir?” Glorfindel asked. Gailion nodded. “They are home from patrol early. They will protect you, too, just like Ada Restor, and Mel and Tur, and everyone else.” “Indeed we will, little one,” Elrohir said. “You will always be safe with Elladan and I. I am sorry if we scared you when we came in, but we heard screams, so we rushed in to save you. Were you afraid of Orcs?” he asked the elfling. Gailion nodded. “Orcs came to our village and killed our parents. But Ada killed them and brought us here. We do not want the Orcs to get Ada and Ada Restor,” he whispered to Elrohir. “We will not let that happen, little one.” Elrohir was shocked at the elfling’s response. He stroked the soft hair. “So much like you, Glorfindel,” he whispered. “Tell me your name, little one,” he said. “Gailion.” “A fitting name for you, little one, for you do shine brightly.” Elrohir smiled at the elfling, then turned to Erestor. “And who is this you have, Erestor?” he asked. “This is my sweet Amdiriel. Will you lift your head and greet Elrohir, my love?” Erestor asked. Amdiriel kept her tight hold around Erestor’s neck, and simply turned her head, still tucked into Erestor’s neck. Piercing green eyes stared into Elrohir’s gray ones. “Oh, but you are beautiful,” Elrohir said. He carefully stroked her exposed cheek. “What a little enchantress you are.” His gently kissed her brow. “Have no fear here, my beautiful one. No harm will come to you. This I pledge to you. I will always protect you.” Elrohir spoke softly and gently to the elfling. “Will you protect my Ada from the Orcs, too?” Amdiriel whispered. “Aye, little one. Your Ada does not need my protection, for he and Glorfindel are the ones who taught me to be a warrior, but I will protect them always.” “And my brothers, too.” “Aye, my lovely one, your brothers too. I will always protect them, and you, and your Ada.” “And Ada Glor, too?” Elrohir grinned at Glorfindel’s name. “Aye, little one. Is there anyone else you would like me to protect for you?” “Lainon and Laerien and Calariel and Glawen, and their Adas, and Nana Diwen. Oh, and Mel and Tur, too.” Elrohir bit his lip to keep from laughing, and somehow managed to continue looking serious. “Ah, and who are these good folk? Although I suspect I know who Nana Diwen and Mel and Tur are, I do not know the other names.” “They are our friends.” Amdiriel answered. Erestor spoke. “Lainon and Laerien are the little elfling siblings adopted by Amarion and Diwen, Elrohir. And Calariel and Glawen are the sweetest little twin elflings adopted by Caladir and Velon. Well, the sweetest after my precious Amdiriel, that is.” “Well, in that case, my lovely one, of course I must protect them, too,” Elrohir answered. “And Mel and Tur and Nana Diwen. But what about Saercaeron? Shall I protect him for you, too?” Amdiriel nodded. “And what about me, little one?” Elladan had finally quieted the baby. “Do you want me to protect you too?” Amdiriel looked from Elrohir to Elladan and back again. And then she smiled at Erestor. “Twins, Ada?” “Aye, my love. They are twins.” Erestor smiled down at his precious little elfling. “That is Elladan holding Faelion.” Elladan and Elrohir chuckled. “Gailion and Faelion. Brightness and gleaming brilliance. What perfect names!” Elladan said. “Look Elrohir, Faelion is the perfect little image of his brother and Glorfindel as well!” “Aye, he is indeed. But how did you come to have those beautiful green eyes and fire in your beautiful hair, little one?” Elrohir asked. Erestor flashed him a warning glance. But Amdiriel answered. “I had a different Ada and Nana before Orcs killed them. And then I had a new Ada and Nana and went to live with them and my new brothers. And then Orcs killed my Ada and Nana. And I do not want the Orcs to get my new Ada and Ada Glor,” the elfling wailed into Erestor’s neck, sobs wracking her little body. As the horror of the picture the elfling had painted hit him, tears formed in Elrohir’s eyes. “Oh, sweetheart,” he said shakily, “I am so sorry. We will not let Orcs get them. I promise. Elladan and I will protect them. We will protect all of you. I will always protect you.” Gentle Elrohir, so fierce and strong in battle, found his heart breaking for the little elfling’s fears. It was no wonder the little one had nightmares that woke her, screaming in terror. “Aye, little one, we will,” said Elladan, his voice raspy. “This I also pledge to you. Elrohir and I will always protect you.” Unknown to all, Elrond had also heard the screams and come running. He stood in the outer doorway, watching the scene unfold. He walked into the bedroom. “Welcome home, my sons,” he said and held open his arms to embrace the twins, being careful not to squish Faelion between them. “You are back early. I am glad to see you both well and safe, and back with me again.” The twins embraced their Ada and kissed his cheeks. “Aiya, Ada, but look what we found when we came home!” Elladan said, grinning. “And we were only gone for a few weeks!” Elrond smiled. “Come with me and I will tell you all about it,” he said. “Aye, Ada, we will let Glorfindel and Erestor take care of their little ones,” Elrohir said. “Unless they want us to stay?” The two new adas shook their heads. “Let me have Faelion first, Elladan, I did not get to hold him yet.” Elrohir took the infant, who was falling asleep again, and kissing the top of his head, laid him in his cradle. “Good night, precious little one,” he whispered. “And you, my beautiful one,” Elrohir told Amdiriel, “always remember you are safe now.” He gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek. “Aiya, this one has stolen my heart, Erestor,” he whispered. Erestor smiled and nodded. “Aye, and mine as well, my friend.” Elrohir next moved to Gailion and gave him a kiss on his brow. “Gailion, always remember, Elladan and I have pledged to keep you safe. You have nothing to fear now, little one.” Elladan next said his goodbyes, and he also kissed the elflings and repeated his pledge. “Goodnight, my friends,” Glorfindel said, “and thank you.” The twins left with their father. “Are you feeling better now, sweetheart?” Erestor asked, kissing the child sweetly. Amdiriel nodded. “Then come, and you and your brother may sleep between Ada Glor and I again, and we will keep you safe.” So the four elves climbed into the big bed. After goodnight kisses and “I love you,” was said many times, they snuggled together, and slept peacefully until morning. ~~~*~~~ It was late when Elrohir finally found his rooms. After a relaxing bath, he lay down on his bed, but found he couldn’t sleep. The memory of piercing green eyes, hair of fire, and the horror the elfling had witnessed refused to leave his mind. He and Elladan would help make sure the remainder of childhood for all of the elflings was blessed and happy. And especially little Amdiriel’s. *~*~*~*~* Chapter 12 After Orome left him, Turidon finally left the woods and returned to Melpomaen’s rooms. No, their rooms now, he reminded himself. He had his Melpomaen, his gift from the Valar. Orome had told him this as well. He and Mel were meant to be together. He was not a kinslayer, and was not banned from Valinor. And Thalahir was healing in Mandos’ Halls, and one day would be reborn. His heart felt lighter than it had in a long while. He and Melpomaen had bound themselves to each other only a few days ago. He remembered the night of their binding and every night since in vivid detail. They were the most wonderful nights of his long life, but had been overshadowed by the fear in the back of his mind that he was not good enough, he was too old, and one day he would have to be parted from his little Mel. But now he could give himself freely. The fear was gone, and he smiled. He found Melpomaen waiting for him in their rooms. The small elf flew into his husband’s arms. “Where were you, my love? I couldn’t find you and I was worried.” “I was walking in the woods. Mel, my darling, come sit with me. I want to tell you what happened.” They sat in Mel’s favorite place, on the rugs in front of the fireplace, and Turidon told him of all of his fears, and how Orome had come and explained everything to him. “Oh, Tur, I would never have sailed without you. Did you think I would? I could never have left without you. I will remain with you forever, wherever you are.” Mel held Turidon’s face in his small hands. “Once before I told you this; I was born for you alone, my love, only for you.” “Aye, my darling Mel, I know that now,” Turidon whispered against Melpomaen’s lips, before kissing him passionately. When they finally broke apart for breath, he whispered, “And now I can love you freely, for my fear is gone. You are mine, my love, and I am yours, and I am so very happy.” “Then come show me what it is like to be loved by my free, unafraid husband, my love.” Melpomaen smiled. Turidon laughed, then picked the little elf up in his arms and twirled him around the room before depositing his laughing and giggling lover on their bed. He quickly stripped, and then gently removed Melpomaen’s clothing, every so often stopping to kiss or nibble a shoulder or a nipple or a soft side, saying, “This is mine, and this is mine, and oh, this is mine.” He kissed the firm abdomen before slowing removing Melpomaen’s leggings. He grinned up at his little love. “And this is mine,” he said before drawing his tongue from the base to the tip of his husband’s engorged member. Melpomaen groaned. He moved back up over Mel and kissed him soundly. “Sweetheart, will you do something for me?” Turidon asked. “Anything, my love,” Mel answered, wrapping his arms around his lover. Turidon rolled them over and settled Melpomaen between his legs. “Will you make love to me tonight, beloved?” Mel’s eyes opened wide. “I have never…I mean I don’t know how….I mean, Oh, Tur. Oh, I want to, my love, but I’ve never made love to anyone and I am afraid I will disappoint you.” Turidon smiled softly and stroked Melpomaen’s hair. “You would never disappoint me, my darling. Whatever you do and however you do it, it will be wonderful.” He pulled Mel up for a kiss. “I have a confession to make, love,” he whispered. “I know it may be hard to believe because I am so old, but I have never…I mean no one has ever…I mean you would be the first,” he said shyly. “Truly, love?” Turidon nodded. “I want to give myself to you. I want to know what it’s like to feel…to feel what you feel. To surrender myself to you. Please, love?” He had never allowed anyone to love him the way he was asking Melpomaen to. He had never allowed anyone to take away his control. Until now. Melpomaen nodded, then kissed his love passionately. If this was what Tur wanted, he would make his husband’s first time as special as he could. He remembered all the things Tur had done to him, and determined to replay them on Tur’s body. He moved his mouth to Turidon’s ear. After licking his way to the tip, he gently sucked on a pointed tip. Turidon moaned and the sound went straight to his groin. He lovingly kissed and lapped at the creamy neck, then moved down the muscled chest and licked at a nipple. Turidon arched up off the bed with a wail. Mel smiled as he sucked the nipple into his mouth and bit gently on the nub. By the time Melpomaen reached his husband’s hard member and gently suckled on the tip, Turidon was writhing and moaning and begging for more. Turidon groaned when Mel’s mouth left him to reach for the oil. Melpomaen thought he had never seen a more beautiful sight that his big warrior husband, undone and writhing beneath him, his dark hair loose and spread over the pillows. “I love you so much, Tur,” he whispered, stopping to give him a passionate kiss, which left them both breathless. Turidon moaned as Mel’s tongue wrapped around his. “Oh, Mel,” he panted when the kiss finally ended, “I want….I want…I don’t know what I want. Just don’t stop, don’t stop.” “I’ve only just gotten started, lover. I don’t intend to stop.” Melpomaen answered. Turidon drew his head down for another deep kiss. Mel eagerly complied and took control of the kiss, drawing Tur’s tongue into his mouth and sucking on it. Turidon groaned when Melpomaen released him, then groaned again as Mel once again started to kiss down his body. Turidon arched his back up as Melpomaen took his hard member into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around the sensitive backside. And then a finger massaged around his entrance and gently pushed in. Melpomaen was not prepared for Turidon to be so tight. For some reason, he had expected it to be easier. He withdrew his finger and released Tur’s member from his mouth, and said, “My love, you will tell me if I hurt you, won’t you?” “Don’t worry, sweetheart, you won’t hurt me. Just go slowly.” Melpomaen swallowed hard. He was getting nervous about doing this. “I’m afraid, Tur. I’m afraid of hurting you.” He was letting Turidon down, and he really did want to make love to his husband. He wanted to return the pleasure Tur had given him. Tears started to fall from his eyes. Turidon sat up and pulled Mel into his arms. “Don’t be afraid, my love. I want this. I love you so much. I want you to make love to me so much.” He kissed his lover gently and wiped the tears from his eyes. “Would you like me to help you? To talk you through it?” Melpomaen nodded and hugged Turidon tightly. “I want to do this for you. I’m sorry I’m such a coward. I just love you so much, and I don’t know what I’m doing, and it scares me.” He buried his head in his husband’s shoulder. “It’s alright, sweetheart. I’ll help you.” Turidon lifted Mel’s head from his shoulder and kissed him breathless. “Let me help you, my love.” He took the oil and coated his own fingers. His hands and fingers were larger, and maybe if he could stretch himself first, Mel wouldn’t be so afraid. Melpomaen watched as Turidon coated his fingers and lay on his side, drawing one knee up to his chest, and inserted a finger into himself. He drew the finger in and out several times, then inserted two fingers. It was the most erotic thing Mel had ever seen, and suddenly, he wanted to be the one doing it. He took the oil and poured it over his fingers. “Put one of your fingers in next to mine, my love,” Turidon whispered, as he took Mel’s hand and moved it down. If watching was erotic, feeling his finger in the tight channel nearly made him come. Mel moaned loudly as he moved his finger along side Turidon’s, then he added another finger and his husband withdrew his own. Laying atop Turidon’s side, he closed his eyes and moved his fingers in and out, scissoring them the way he had felt his lover do to him. “Add another finger now, sweetheart, and move them in and out,” Tur told him. Mel removed his fingers, added more oil, and gently pushed all three fingers in. He moaned when he felt the muscles flutter around his fingers. Tur pushed back on the fingers. Oh, it felt so good. “More…please, love…more,” he moaned, and Mel began to thrust his fingers in and out. “Bend your fingers towards the front for me now, sweetheart.” As Mel followed his instructions, he found that hidden spot. “Oh…again…do that again…please,” Turidon begged. Never had he felt anything more amazing. He cried out as Mel rubbed the hidden nerves again. Melpomaen’s confidence returned as he saw the state his fingers had reduced his lover to. “Are you ready for me now, my love? I want to be inside of you.” He gently pulled his fingers out. “Aye, I want you now, sweetheart. Lie down on your back for me, and let me help you.” Melpomaen’s stature had nothing to do with the size of his endowment, and Turidon didn’t want him to be afraid of hurting him. He grabbed the oil again, and coated Mel’s shaft with it, running his hand down the length to spread the oil and making his lover arch into his hand. He straddled the smaller elf and reached back to guide his member, then slowly and carefully lowered himself onto his husband’s shaft. Mel moaned as he felt himself engulfed in the tight heat. Nothing could have prepared him for this feeling. Turidon closed his eyes and bit his lip to keep from crying out. He hadn’t expected it to hurt so much. He was a warrior, for Valar’s sake, and a large one. Aiya, his husband was big. When he had finally taken Mel all the way inside, he stopped, panting. “Oh, my love, I’m so sorry,” Mel said, seeing the pain on his husband’s face. Turidon opened his eyes, and smiled down at Melpomaen. “I am fine, sweetheart. Just give me a minute.” He lowered his head and kissed Mel lovingly. The pain was leaving, and he slowly raised himself and pushed down again, wailing in ecstasy as Mel’s member hit his prostate, driving any remaining pain away. With a strength belied by his small figure, Mel rolled them over until Turidon was beneath him. Raising himself up, he began to thrust into the tight heat. He knew he had found the right angle when Tur moaned loudly and began to raise his hips and move with him. “Oh, Tur…so…good,” he said unsteadily. Turidon writhed and whimpered beneath him, giving himself totally over to his lover. Mel lowered his head and placed his lips on his husband’s. “I love...you,” he whispered, never stopping his thrusts. Turidon wrapped his hands around Mel’s neck and kissed him greedily. “Oh, Mel, I never knew…I never knew,” he whispered, as tears of bliss began to roll down his face. Mel knew he was close and his thrusts grew harder and wilder. He reached between them and grasped Turidon’s member and stroked it firmly. Turidon came, screaming Melpomaen’s name. Before the scream had ended, Mel came hard into his lover, wailing Turidon’s name, as the convulsing muscles pulled his climax from him. He collapsed on top of his beloved, and the two elves held each other tightly, panting and whispering words of love. ~~*~~ In Caladir and Gurvelon’s rooms, the little girls were softly sung to sleep by their adas. The warrior and the scribe had just snuck into the sitting room, and were engaged in a passionate kiss, when the screams began. Caladir moaned and Gurvelon said, “I am going to be one frustrated elf!” as they ran to the girls. ~~*~~ Erestor woke to a little hand shaking him and a voice whispering in his ear that said, “Ada, wake up, Ada.” “What is it, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he whispered. “I have to go to the bathroom, Ada, and you’re holding on to me too tight for me to get up,” Amdiriel whispered. Erestor smiled at his precious little one as he unwound his arms from her and helped her get up. “Don’t forget to wash your hands when you’re done, sweetheart,” he whispered as she dashed to the bathroom. “Erestor, what’s wrong?” Glorfindel asked, awakened by the whispering. “Nothing, my love. Our daughter had to go to the bathroom.” Glorfindel grinned as Erestor leaned back against the headboard, smiling. “What are you thinking of, beloved?” he asked. “How very much I love being an Ada, my love,” Erestor answered. “Thank you for bringing us our elflings.” He leaned over and gave Glorfindel a kiss. “I love you, I love our elflings, and I love being an Ada.” “As do I, beloved, as do I.” Amdiriel ran back to the bed and crawled in between Erestor and her brother. “I washed my hands, Ada,” she said, as she snuggled back down in Erestor’s arms and went back to sleep. Tbc…..