Title: Finding Hope (16-18/30)
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.  
Beta:  Lady Mirfain
Summary:   Of Erynoron, dollhouses and brandy.



*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 16

Erynoron looked into Elrond’s ageless face.  His eyes were gray with the light of 
the stars in them, sparkling like polished silver.  His hair was dark as night.  
Erynoron thought he had never seen such wisdom and kind compassion in any 
other elf before.  “My Lord Elrond?” 

“Aye, I am Elrond.  Welcome to Imladris, Erynoron.  You must lie down and rest, 
my friend.”

Erestor still held him up, and Erynoron attempted a small bow of his head and 
upper body.  Oh, that was a bad mistake.  His head spun and nausea swept over 
him.  He groaned.

Nestoron was immediately at his side, gently pushing Erestor aside and lowering 
Erynoron as Elrond rolled him to his side.  Nestoron grabbed the bowl and placed 
it in front of Erynoron just in time, as the advisor vomited.  Erestor ran to the 
bathroom to fetch washcloths, towels, and a bowl of fresh water.

Erynoron was so embarrassed, but oh, he felt so sick!  

Elrond wiped his face with a cool cloth, as Nestoron took the bowl away.  
“Erestor, pour a bit more of that tea for me please,” Elrond said.  He gently rolled 
Erynoron onto his back, and slipped one arm under the advisor’s shoulders.  “I am 
going to raise you very slightly, my friend.  Just let me do the work.  Do not try to 
move on your own.”  He lifted Erynoron and placed the cup to his lips.  “Sip 
slowly again.”  Erynoron sipped the tea obediently, and Elrond laid him back 
down.  “Feeling better?”

“Aye, my Lord.  Thank you,” Erynoron answered, his voice unsteady.

“Rest now,” Elrond said.  “You will feel better when you wake again.”  Elrond 
laid a hand on Erynoron’s forehead, gently rubbing, soothing him as he again sent 
minute quantities of healing energy into the advisor.  “Rest.”

Elrond’s hand felt wonderful.  The hurt in his head lessened, and Erynoron 
slipped into a healing sleep.

“He will sleep for several hours, Erestor.  Go back to your family, my friend.  I 
will send word when he wakes, unless it is in the middle of the night.” Elrond 
said.

“Thank you, Elrond.  Just send for me if you need me.”  

When Erestor left, Elrond said, “Nestoron, will you help me put a night robe on 
him?  He should stay warm.   Then you may as well go back to your other duties.”  
Elrond took one of his own warm robes from the wardrobe, and the two healers 
slipped it on the healing advisor without waking him.  

“Send for me if you need me, Elrond,” Nestoron said as he left the room to return 
to the healing hall.

Elrond was a bit tired after using his healing energy again.  He thought about 
lying down on the sofa, but decided since Erynoron was asleep, he may as well be 
comfortable. He lay down on the empty side of the bed, and watched the beautiful 
advisor for a long time before he too drifted off into sleep.

~~~*~~~

Erestor returned to their rooms to find Glorfindel and Gailion happily working on 
the dollhouse on the sitting room floor as Amdiriel and Faelion watched.  

Amdiriel sprang up and ran to Erestor.  “Ada, you are back!”  she said happily, 
holding her arms up to be picked up and cuddled.

Erestor picked her up, kissed her cheek, and hugged her tightly.  “Aye, I am back 
home, my love.  Are Ada Glor and Gailion doing a good job with your 
dollhouse?”

Amdiriel giggled and nodded. 

“Is your friend all better, Ada Restor?” Gailion asked.

“Not yet, sweetheart.  But he woke up and I talked with him for a few minutes.  
He is asleep now,” Erestor answered.

“How is he, my love?” Glorfindel asked.

“He has a concussion, but he remembers what happened.  Elrond said he would 
sleep for several hours.”  Erestor sat down with Amdiriel on the floor, setting her 
next to him, and picked up Faelion to hold him on his lap.  “It is almost time for 
dinner.  Is everyone hungry?  I know I am.”

Everyone nodded enthusiastically.  “Ada Restor, can we have dinner outside?” 
Gailion asked.  “We like eating outside sometimes.”

“I think that is a wonderful idea.  What do you say, my love?” Erestor asked 
Glorfindel.

“Aye, I would like that as well.  Shall we have dinner in our garden?  Would that 
be all right, little ones?” 

“Can Tinnu and Glirien and the kittens have dinner with us, too?” Amdiriel asked.

Erestor chuckled.  “I do not think we would be able to keep them away, 
sweetheart.”

So when their dinner arrived, they laid blankets out under the trees and settled 
down on them enjoying their picnic.  The kittens played together and tumbled 
around, while Tinnu and Glirien sat quietly waiting for their treats.  

“Here you are, you little beggars,” Erestor said, giving the cats some choice 
tidbits off of his plate.    The two kittens ran over when they saw their parents 
getting food, and sat quietly next to them looking at Erestor with big amber eyes.  
“Taught them to beg, I see, Tinnu,” Erestor said, grinning.  He took two small 
treats from his plate and fed them to the kittens.

Glorfindel sat holding Faelion cradled in one arm.  The baby had gotten cranky 
and alternated between crying and holding on to Glorfindel’s fingers and pulling 
them into his mouth.  Suddenly, Glorfindel yelled, “Ow!  He bit me!”

 “I think our little one has started teething, Glorfindel.  I am afraid to say it, but 
we are probably going to be in for some sleepless nights,” Erestor said.  “I 
thought it was about time for that to start.”

“Time for an old Gondolin remedy, then.”  Glorfindel whispered into Gailion’s 
ear, and the elfling got up and ran into their rooms.

“What old Gondolin remedy?” Erestor asked.

“Oh no, if I tell you, you will not let me do it,” Glorfindel said.

Gailion ran back out, carrying a bottle of brandy.

“Glorfindel, you are not going to give Faelion brandy!”

“My nana used it on me, and look at me!  I am not going to feed it to him, 
sweetheart, just rub it on his gums.” Glorfindel opened the bottle and poured 
some brandy in a cup. He dipped a finger into the cup, then ran it along the baby’s 
gums.  Faelion cooed and smiled.  “See, he likes it.”

“He likes that you are rubbing his gums, Glorfindel, not the brandy, for Valar 
sake!” Erestor was not particularly happy with the development.  He took the 
baby from Glorfindel, and said, “I will be right back.  I am going to take Faelion 
to Nestoron and see what he says.  Brandy, indeed!”  With that, Erestor flounced 
into their rooms and out of the door, heading for the healing hall.

“Ada Glor, is Ada mad at you?” Amdiriel asked.

Glorfindel grinned.  “Nay, sweetheart.  He is just worried about Faelion.  You will 
see, he will be right back and everything will be fine.  Would you like to feed the 
kittens while we wait?”

So they feed and played with the cats while they waited for Erestor to return.

A few minutes later, Erestor quietly returned with the baby.  “Very well, 
Glorfindel.  Nestoron says a little brandy on his gums will not hurt him and will 
help with the pain.  But only four times a day, mind you.  And we can start 
feeding him some mashed up fruits and vegetables.  He also gave me some herbs 
to make into a poultice and rub on his gums.”  

“Thank you, my love,” Glorfindel said softly.  Gailion cuddled close to 
Glorfindel, eyes big, but not saying anything.

Erestor handed Faelion back to Glorfindel and sat down.  Amdiriel climbed into 
his lap.  “Ada, do not be mad at Ada Glor, please?”  The hint of tears sprang into 
her eyes as she pouted.  “I love you, Ada, and I love Ada Glor, and I do not want 
you to be mad.”

Erestor looked stricken, and wrapped his arms around Amdiriel.  “Oh, sweetheart, 
I am not mad at anyone.  I love your Ada Glor very, very much.  And I love you 
and Gailion and Faelion very, very much.  I am sorry if I upset you, my precious.  
I was just worried about your little brother.  Please, do not cry sweetheart.  If you 
do, then I will have to cry because I made you cry.  And then Ada Glor will cry 
because I am crying, and Gailion will cry because Ada Glor is crying, and then 
even Faelion will cry again.  And then Tinnu and Glirien will cry because we are 
all crying and then their kittens will cry.  And then Lord Elrond will come to see 
why we are crying, and he will cry and then Elladan and Elrohir will cry because 
their Ada is crying.  And then Mel and Velon will come and see why we are all 
crying, and they will cry, and then their husbands will cry, and then everyone in 
Imladris will cry.”

By the time Erestor was finished, Amdiriel was giggling.  “Silly Ada.”  So Erestor 
tickled her, and soon they were all laughing.  Even the cats.

~~~*~~~

Erynoron woke, remembering he was in Imladris.  But where in Imladris?  It was 
the middle of the night, and the moon shone into the room.  This was not his 
room, Erynoron thought.  The room was full of someone’s belongings, and the 
furnishings were richly appointed.  His eyes roamed around the room searching 
for an answer, until the finally landed the sleeping elf beside him.  Lord Elrond?  
Were these his rooms?  He is a great healer.  Perhaps he was here so Lord Elrond 
could care for him?  Why would he do that?  He would have been fine in the 
healing hall with the other healers.  If these were really Lord Elrond’s rooms, he 
would have to make sure they moved him out of them quickly.  Lord Elrond was 
so beautiful, but what would a great lord ever want with him?  

Erynoron had only become Celeborn’s chief advisor a short time ago.  Prior to 
that he had just been a minor advisor and a scribe.  His friendship with Erestor 
had developed while he as still a scribe and the Imladris elves had visited 
Lothlorien, but he had not ever seen Elrond before.  He was no one special and he 
knew he certainly did not deserve this special treatment.

He had to use the bathroom, and soon.  Not wanting to wake Elrond, Erynoron 
slowly moved his legs off the side of the bed and sat up.  He was a little dizzy, but 
was pretty sure he could make it.  He put his feet on the floor and stood.  Holding 
on to the bedpost, and then the side table, he managed to take a step before the 
nausea hit him again.  He swayed, and groaned, holding on to the table 
desperately to keep from falling.

Before he could think what to do next, Elrond was at his side and had wrapped an 
arm around his waist.  “Erynoron, what are you doing up!  Let me get you back 
into bed.”

“My Lord, I thought…I need to use the bathroom, and…I thought…I did not want 
to disturb you,” Erynoron whispered miserably.

“Then let me help you.”  Without another word, Elrond picked him up in his arms 
as if he weighed no more than an elfling and was carrying him to the bathroom.

“Please, Lord Elrond, I can walk,” Erynoron said, thinking he had never felt 
anything more wonderful than to be in Elrond’s arms.  

“Nay, you cannot right now.  Let me help you, my friend.”  Elrond set him gently 
on the floor in the bathroom, in front of the privy, still keeping his arms wrapped 
around Erynoron.  “I cannot leave you here alone, or you will fall.    

“My Lord, please….”

Elrond moved Erynoron’s hair out of his face, stroking his head.  “Just Elrond.  
Tonight I am just your healer helping his patient,” he said softly, still stroking the 
blonde hair.  “Just a healer.  Do you need me to help you, or can you manage the 
robe by yourself?”

“I think I can manage, my….Elrond.”  Erynoron slowly lifted his robe while 
trying to hide what he was doing.  Embarrassed beyond belief, he finally relieved 
himself with a sigh.  “Thank you, my…Elrond,” he whispered, not knowing what 
else to say.  

“You are welcome, my friend.  Let me get you back into bed, then I will wash you 
up a bit.”  Elrond gently picked Erynoron up in his arms again and carried him to 
the bed.  “I will be back in just a moment.”  He returned to the bathroom, filled a 
bowl with warm water to which he added a small amount of cleansing oil, and 
grabbed a washcloth and towel.  

When Elrond returned to the bed, he set the bowl on the side.  He rolled up the 
sleeves on Erynoron’s night robe, then took the cloth, wet it in the bowl, and 
washed his face, arms and hands.  “Does that feel better?  I wish you could have a 
bath, but it’s too soon after your injury.  I know how it feels after a long journey.”

“Thank you, my…Elrond.  But surely there is someone else that can do this?  You 
should not be tending to me yourself, my…Elrond.”

Elrond smiled.  He rather liked Erynoron calling him ‘my…Elrond’.  Too bad 
there was that little pause before his name.  “And why should I not be tending to 
you myself?  You are Celeborn’s chief advisor, as well as a friend of my dearest 
friend Erestor.”  

Elrond began washing Erynoron’s feet and legs.  The advisor did not know what 
to say to Elrond’s answer.  “Are these your chambers, my…Elrond?”

“Aye, they are.”  Elrond unbuttoned the top half of the night robe and began to 
wash Erynoron’s chest.  

“They are very beautiful, my…Elrond, but you should have me moved to the 
healing hall now.  I cannot stay in your bed.”

“Why not?  I can care for you easier here.”  The washcloth moved up the 
advisor’s chest to his neck, then back down again.  More buttons were unbuttoned 
as Elrond talked to himself in his mind.  ‘You are a healer.  You are talking care 
of a patient.  It does not matter that he has a beautiful body and you want to see 
more of it.  I am a healer.  This is my patient.’  He moved the cloth down and 
gently washed Erynoron’s groin and member.  ‘I am a healer. This is my patient.  
I am a healer…sweet Elbereth, he is beautiful, and it has been so long.’

Erynoron gulped as the cloth moved over his stomach, then his upper thighs, and 
finally his groin.  ‘Oh, Valar, that feels good!’

Elrond dried Erynoron’s skin with the towel.  ‘I am a healer.  This is my patient.  I 
am a healer.  I am not becoming aroused from doing this.  I am a healer.’

“Now, let me turn you over and I will wash your back,” Elrond said nonchalantly.
He gently rolled Erynoron onto his stomach. Rinsing the cloth into the bowl 
again, he washed the back of the advisor’s legs, then lifted the robe up as high as 
it would go and washed his back, trying not to look too hard at the perfectly 
rounded twin globes.  ‘I am a healer.  This is my patient.  I am a healer. This is 
my patient.  Oh, so beautiful.  I just want to run my hand over them and caress 
and….. I am a healer. This is my patient. I am a healer. This is my patient.’  He 
gently moved the cloth over the small of Erynoron’s back, over the perfectly 
round globes and across the hips and upper thighs.  

Erynoron bit his lips to keep from moaning when Elrond washed his backside.  It 
felt like a caress, and he wanted more.

Elrond took the towel and gently dried Erynoron.  And if he lingered a little 
longer than necessary on a certain area, who could blame him?

“There, all done.”  Elrond reluctantly lowered the robe.  “Now let us turn you 
over again,” he said as he gently rolled Erynoron back on his back.  Erynoron 
quickly moved his hand to hold the front of the robe together, but could not quite 
cover everything in time.

‘Oh, sweet Elbereth, did I make him aroused?  When he is ill and nauseated?  
Maybe I have a chance with him,’ Elrond thought. 




*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 17


Glorfindel had finally managed to get Faelion to sleep, and then the two adas gave 
Gailion and Amdiriel their bath.  The elflings were dressed in their soft night 
robes, and sat on the rugs in front of the fireplace with their parents.  

“Ada, what are we going to do tomorrow?” Gailion asked Glorfindel.

“What would you like to do, little one?” Glorfindel asked.

“Can we finish making the dollhouse, Ada?”

“Of course we can, little one,” Glorfindel said.  

“What would you like to do, sweetheart?” Erestor asked Amdiriel as he held her 
on his lap.

“Can I stay with you, Ada?”

“Aye, my love, of course you can.” Erestor kissed her head.  The soft, dark 
auburn curls tickled his nose and he chuckled.  “Have I told you yet today how 
beautiful you are, sweetheart?”  

Amdiriel shook her head and wrapped her arms around Erestor’s neck.  “You are 
beautiful too, Ada.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Erestor chuckled and kissed her cheek.

“Ada Restor,” Gailion said, “Amdiriel and I, we want you and Ada Glor to have 
alone time tonight.”

“You do?”  Erestor asked.  The elflings nodded and Glorfindel grinned.  “That is 
very nice you both.  But what about if you have a nightmare again?”

“I do not have as many nightmares any more, Ada,” Amdiriel said, “and I will 
sleep with Gailion.  You have not even kissed Ada Glor tonight, Ada,” she chided 
Erestor.  “You need alone time.”  

Erestor smiled, then leaned over and pulled Glorfindel’s head to him, kissing him 
sweetly.  “I love you, Glorfindel,” he said.

“Hmm…I love you Erestor.”

“Are you ready to go to bed now, sweetlings?”  Erestor asked.

“Aye.  Ada Restor, will you sing us a song first?” Gailion answered.

Erestor sang a lullaby for his tired little elflings, his beautiful voice turning it into 
a caress.  Glorfindel’s heart filled with an overwhelming love for his husband, as 
it always did when he heard Erestor sing to the elflings.  

They put the sleepy elflings to bed in Gailion’s bed.  “Goodnight my little ones,” 
Erestor said, kissing their brows.

“Sleep well, my loves.” Glorfindel said, tucking them in and kissing the tops of 
their heads.

Erestor took Glorfindel’s hand, and drew him into the bathroom for their bath.  He 
closed the door and wrapped his arms around his husband’s neck, drawing him 
close.  “I love you so much, Glorfindel,” he whispered before capturing 
Glorfindel’s mouth with his own and thrusting his hungry tongue into the sweet 
depths.  

Glorfindel moaned as he wrapped his arms around Erestor’s back. He slid his 
hands down, cupping the firm, round globes and lifting Erestor against him, 
crushing their groins together.  ‘Erestor, my love…my heart…my soul.  I love 
you’

Erestor groaned as he was held against Glorfindel and heard his beloved voice 
echo in his mind.  ‘Oh, beloved…I want these robes off…I want to feel you 
against me.’  He pulled his mouth from Glorfindel’s and whispered, “Please...” as 
he started to unfasten clasps, all thoughts of their bath abandoned.

Glorfindel lowered him and their robes were quickly unfastened and dropped to 
the floor around their feet.  Erestor pulled Glorfindel’s head down to plunder the 
mouth as Glorfindel’s hands caressed his bottom, and he was once again lifted.  

Glorfindel turned them around and pressed Erestor against the wall, as his hands 
held him up, caressing the firm globes.  Erestor wrapped his legs around 
Glorfindel’s waist.  ‘Oh...take me…take me, my love.’  Their tongues thrust 
against each other before Glorfindel sucked Erestor’s into his mouth.

‘Oh, Erestor…baby…I love you so much.’  He reached one hand out to grab a 
bottle of oil from the shelf and popped the cork off with his thumb.  Holding the 
bottle in his fingers he tilted it into his palm, emptying it over his hand, and 
allowed the bottle to fall to the floor.  The oil ran over his fingers and he moved 
his hand to Erestor’s crevice, seeking and gently massaging the opening.  He 
thrust two fingers inside, then quickly moved them deeply in and out.  

Erestor moaned into his mouth.  ‘More…more!  I want to feel you inside of me.  
Claim me…take me…now!’

Glorfindel removed his fingers and quickly coated his throbbing member with oil 
from his palm, then thrust his cock into Erestor to the hilt, slamming it into his 
sweet spot.  Erestor wailed ‘Again!’ in his mind and used his hands on 
Glorfindel’s shoulders to push himself up.  

Glorfindel thrust up into the tight channel, and just at that moment Faelion woke, 
screaming.  

Both elves moaned as Glorfindel slowly lifted Erestor free and set him on the 
floor.  They groaned, then quickly donned their robes and rushed into the 
bedroom.  Gailion had gotten up and was bending over the cradle trying to shush 
his little brother.  

“It is all right, sweetheart, I will take him,” Erestor said as he lifted the crying 
infant from the crib.  “Go back to bed, love.  Your Ada and I will take him to the 
sitting room so you can sleep.”

“I am sorry Faelion woke up, Ada,” Gailion said as Glorfindel tucked him and 
Amdiriel in again, “It is your alone time.”  

Glorfindel smiled.  “It is all right, sweetling.  Go back to sleep now.”  He kissed 
the elfling’s brow and stroked his head, then did the same to Amdiriel.  “Good 
night, little ones.”  He followed Erestor into the sitting room, shutting the door 
behind them.

Erestor rocked the baby in his arms.  “Feel him, Glorfindel.  He feels hot.”

Glorfindel placed his hand on the baby’s face.  “A fever?”

“I am taking him to Elrond.  He is closer than Nestoron.  Stay with the children?”

“Aye, love.  Go.”

~~~*~~~
Elrond had just finished tucking Erynoron comfortably into bed after he had 
finished washing him, when he heard a knock at the door.  Hearing a baby crying, 
he ran to open the door and found Erestor holding Faelion.

“Elrond, he is hot!  He has a fever!  What is wrong with him?  What do I do?”  
Erestor said, distraught.

Elrond took the infant from his arms and laid him on a sofa to examine him as 
Erestor huddled over him.  “He is teething, Erestor.  Sometimes even elflings will 
get a little fever when they teeth.  I will fix some herbs for you to make a tea for 
him that will help.  Placing him in a bath with cool water will help, too.  Rub a 
little brandy on his gums every so often to numb them, and give him things to 
chew on.  I will have your new icebox delivered in the new rooms tomorrow.  
Take a cloth and wet it very well in water, then place it on the ice to freeze.  
When it is frozen, roll it up and give it to him to chew on.  Oh, and be prepared 
for some very messy diapers.  They go along with this.  Elrohir’s were terrible!”  
Erestor picked up the baby as Elrond began gathering the herbs.

“Erestor?”  Erynoron called from the bedroom.  “Is that you?”

“Aye, my friend.”  He walked into the bedroom with the still crying Faelion.  “I 
am sorry we woke you, Erynoron.  Faelion has a fever, and it scared me.”

Erynoron smiled.  “Will you bring him here so I can see him?”  

Erestor lowered the infant so his friend could see him, and Faelion decided that 
looking at a new face was interesting.  He whimpered, and his lower lip trembled, 
but he stopped the loud cries.  “Oh, what a beautiful little elfling you are!  Much 
too beautiful to be crying.” Erynoron exclaimed softly.  “What is wrong, Erestor?  
He cannot be ill?”

“He is teething, and Elrond says a little fever is normal.”

Erynoron nodded.  “Aiya, I do not envy you and Glorfindel right now, my friend.”

“Erestor, here are the herbs.  Steep a spoonful in water, let it cool and put it in his 
bottle.  He can have as much as he will drink of it.”

“Thank you, Elrond.  I am sorry I disturbed both of you, but I did not know what 
to do.”

“Do not worry, my friend.  This is normal.  I just hope he does not keep you up 
night after night as the twins did me.” Elrond said.

After bidding good night to his friends, Erestor hurried back to Glorfindel and 
told him everything Elrond had said.  “Will you fix the tea, my love?  I will get 
him into the bath,” Erestor said, handing Glorfindel the herbs.   

Glorfindel was glad they had started keeping a kettle for hot water in their rooms, 
and took the kettle from the hearth to prepare the tea.  He placed the herbs into a 
large pitcher, then added the hot water.  ‘Erestor, I am going to the kitchens to get 
some honey to sweeten the tea and some ice.’  Hearing Erestor’s ‘Hurry back’ in 
his mind, he ran to the kitchens.  

In the kitchens he located the honey, then took a pitcher and a heavy knife and 
went to the cold pantry for some ice.   He used the handle of the knife to break off 
pieces of ice and filled the pitcher with them.  He put the knife away, then located 
a sieve, spoons, and another pitcher to take along.  Placing everything on a tray, 
he hurried back to their rooms.  He could feel Erestor’s distress.

Reaching their rooms, he strained the steeped tea into the empty pitcher and added 
honey to it, stirring it to dissolve the honey in the hot water, then added a handful 
of ice to cool the tea.  When the ice had dissolved, he carefully filled one of 
Faelion’s bottles with it, and went to the bathroom to join Erestor.

Opening the door to the bathroom, his heart broke to find Erestor bent over the 
bathtub, sobbing as he held the crying baby in the cool water.  “Oh, sweetheart,” 
he said softly.  “Let me help you.”  He knelt down next to Erestor and wrapped an 
arm around his shoulder.  “Would you like me to do this for you?”

Erestor shook his head.  “I just cannot bear to see him so miserable, Glorfindel,” 
Erestor sobbed.

Glorfindel placed his hand on Faelion, feeling if he was still as hot.  “He is cooler, 
sweetheart.  Let us get him out of here and see if we can make him more 
comfortable.”  Erestor nodded.  Glorfindel grabbed a towel to wrap the infant in 
and held it open in his hands for Erestor to lay Faelion in.  Erestor laid the baby 
on the towel and wrapped it around him, then lifted him, rocking him in his arms.  
Glorfindel wrapped his arm around Erestor and led him back to the sitting room.  

“Will you get the brandy, please my love?” Erestor asked, sitting on the chaise 
longue.  Faelion had not stopped crying, and tears still ran down Erestor’s face.

Glorfindel brought the bottle and poured some into a cup.  “Here, sweetheart, 
drink some first,” he said, handing the cup to Erestor.  Erestor looked at him 
gratefully, took the cup, and had a large swallow.

“Thank you, my love.  I needed that.  Here, you put it on his gums while I hold 
him,” Erestor said, handing the cup back to his husband.  

Glorfindel dipped his finger into the cup, and gently placed it in Faelion’s mouth 
in the middle of a loud cry, rubbing it on his gums.  The baby stopped crying and 
began to suck on Glorfindel’s finger before biting on it.  Glorfindel simply grit his 
teeth and let the baby chew on his finger.

“What is it, love?” Erestor asked softly.

“He is chewing on my finger,” Glorfindel whispered tersely.  “He has quite a 
bite.”  

“Oh, sweetheart.  Where is the tea?” Erestor asked.  Glorfindel pointed to the 
table.  “Just take your finger out if you can and grab it.  He can chew on the 
nipple.”

Glorfindel removed his finger, painfully.  He grabbed the bottle, dipped the nipple 
in the brandy, and placed the nipple in the baby’s mouth before he could scream 
too loudly.  Faelion happily chewed and sucked, drinking the tea.  

“Oh, thank the Valar,” Glorfindel said, sucking on his finger, as he went to join 
Erestor on the chaise.  He lifted Erestor’s legs onto the long seat, then sat behind 
him and drew him back against his chest.  He wrapped one arm around Erestor, 
and with the other stroked Faelion’s soft head.  

The baby soon finished the bottle and fell soundly asleep.  Erestor carefully 
placed him over his shoulder and rubbed his back until he heard a soft burp.  “We 
need to get a diaper on him, my love,” he whispered.  “I would just leave the 
towel, but Elrond said the fever and the teething may make his diapers really 
messy, and I do not want to take a chance.”

Erestor and Glorfindel carefully diapered the sleeping baby, then laid him in his 
cradle in the bedroom.  They silently removed their robes and slipped on their 
nightshirts, then returned to the sitting room, closing the door behind them.  
Glorfindel lay on the chaise and held his arms open for his husband.  Erestor 
collapsed on top of him, wrapped his arms around Glorfindel’s neck, and laid his 
head on the beloved chest, sighing.  

Glorfindel gently stroked Erestor’s back and hair.  “Rest for a little, sweetheart,” 
he said, bending his head to kiss Erestor’s brow.  

“Hmmm…”

“I love you, my Erestor.”

“I love you, my Glorfindel,” came the muffled reply.   “Do we still have time for 
our ‘alone time’?”

“Aye, love.  Rest a little first, and then I promise to ravish you.”

“Oh, good.”




*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 18

Erestor lay contently in Glorfindel’s arms, relishing his closeness.  “I believe I 
have rested enough, my love,” he whispered, before softly kissing Glorfindel’s 
neck. “Kiss me, my sweetest love.”

Glorfindel kissed him deeply before gently rolling them over so Erestor lay 
beneath him.  Nightshirts were quickly removed and tossed to the floor.  “My 
beautiful, beautiful, husband,” Glorfindel whispered, running his hands tenderly 
up the lithe body, as Erestor purred.  He lowered his head and lapped at a rosy 
nipple, then sucked it into his mouth, pulling a moan from his mate.  One hand 
moved lower and cupped Erestor’s soft sac as a thumb gently rolled it in his palm.

‘Oh… my love…what you do to me.’  Erestor’s words reached out to Glorfindel.  

‘What do you wish, my darling?  What do you want from me, my precious love?’ 
Glorfindel spoke in Erestor’s mind, as his mouth moved along the pale neck.

‘Anything…more…just more…anything…take what you want, beloved.’  Erestor 
arched as Glorfindel’s mouth sucked and gently bit on an ear.  ‘Oh…touch 
me...please, my love.’

Glorfindel’s mouth moved to Erestor’s and he thrust his tongue deeply into the 
sweetness as his hand wrapped around Erestor’s engorged member.  Erestor 
moaned into his mouth and thrust into his hand.  Their earlier interrupted 
lovemaking had them now even more aroused than usual.

‘Ohhh…Glorfindel…I want…’

‘Tell me, my darling…tell me what you want.  Tell me, what do you want me to 
do for you…tell me…tell me what you want.’  Glorfindel broke their kiss and 
panted.  ‘Tell me.’ His eyes looked deeply into Erestor’s as he continued to 
slowly stroke the hard member.  ‘Tell me.’

‘Take me…speak to me…with your sexy words…undo me with your 
words…love me…please…give me all of you…’

‘Always, beloved.  You will always have all of me. Only you, my love, always.’  
As he spoke, Glorfindel lifted Erestor from the chaise and moved them to the rugs 
in front of the fire, placing his burden gently on the floor.  Reaching for the bottle 
of oil they kept hidden under the mantle, he quickly coated his member, then his 
fingers.    

Erestor watched as Glorfindel coated his fingers.  He was panting, more and more 
aroused by Glorfindel’s words, and lifted his knees against his chest, opening 
himself to his husband.  ‘Hurry, my love…hurry…I want you now.’  

Glorfindel gently pushed two fingers into Erestor’s passage, finding he was still 
stretched sufficiently from their earlier encounter.  He removed his fingers, and 
easily thrust his aching member inside to the hilt.  ‘Wrap your legs around me, 
baby.’  When Erestor did, he stretched himself out with his hands placed on either 
side of his husband’s head.  Looking into Erestor’s eyes, he began to thrust 
deeply.  ‘Is this what you wanted, baby?  Feel how hard I am for you, lover.  Oh, 
you feel so good…so tight…so warm.  I love moving in and out of you…in and 
out…  Is it good for you baby?  Tell me…’

Erestor arched and writhed under the loving onslaught and wrapped his arms 
around Glorfindel’s neck to draw his head down for an open mouthed kiss.  ‘You 
feel…Oh…so good…my love…more…harder…Oh…I…love you…love you.’

Glorfindel thrust harder and quicker, hitting Erestor’s hidden gland with each 
thrust, again and again.  ‘I love you, my sweet baby…only you…always.  Can 
you feel how much I love you.’  Hearing Erestor’s wail in his mind, Glorfindel 
grinned against his mouth.  ‘Do you like my big cock in you, baby?  Can you feel 
how big and hard I am for you?’  Erestor’s wails in his mind and the whimpers 
escaping his lips were nearly undoing him.  ‘I am going to make you come so 
hard, baby.  I am going to make you come like you never have before.’

Tears of ecstasy began streaming down Erestor’s face.  ‘Hold me!  Hold me!  
Oh...please…please…oh…hold…me,’ he silently screamed.  
‘I…can...not...oooh.’

Glorfindel pushed his arms under Erestor’s shoulders and lifted him up against his 
chest.  He was losing control as the spasms in Erestor’s passage caressed his 
member.  ‘I have you, baby.  I will never let you go.  You are mine and I am 
yours, always, always.  I love you, baby, my sweet…sweet…baby.’

Lightening filled their grasping bodies as whimpers escaped from both of their 
lips.  Glorfindel captured Erestor’s mouth and delved deeply with his tongue.  
‘Come for me, baby.  Come for me.’

Erestor wailed Glorfindel’s name into his mouth as he came, hard.  
‘I…love…you…I love…you…love you.’  It was all he could manage.  

‘I love you, I love you, baby, my baby, my beautiful baby, my beautiful baby,’ 
Glorfindel chanted, Erestor’s mouth filling with his sobs as the convulsing 
channel pulled his orgasm from him.

“Oh, Glorfindel, you are so wonderful,” Erestor whispered in his ear, holding on 
to his husband tightly as Glorfindel sagged down on top of him.  “So wonderful, 
my love.”

Sometime during the night they crept back into the bedroom and found their bed.  

~~~*~~~
Erestor and Glorfindel woke to Faelion’s cries, and smiled and they lay in each 
other’s arms.  

“Good morning, my sweetheart,” Glorfindel whispered.  

“Good morning, my love.”  Erestor kissed Glorfindel’s lips softly.  “Which would 
you rather do this morning, our little one or the dash to the kitchens?”

“Hmmm…decisions.  I will do the kitchen run, you do the infant run.”

Erestor chuckled.  “Race you.”

They sprang from their warm bed, hastily buttoning nightshirts.  Glorfindel 
grabbed a robe, putting it on as he ran through the door, as Erestor went to the 
cradle.

“Good morning, my precious little elfling,” he said softly, lifting the baby into his 
arms.  “Oh my, what a wet little elfling I have this morning.”  He grabbed 
Faelion’s bunny and handed it to him, then laid the elfling on their bed to change 
him.  “Oh, and what a stinky, poopy diaper we have!  Ada Glor is lucky he 
decided to go to the kitchens, aye, he is!  Ada Glor is going to owe Ada Restor for 
this one, my sweet, foul smelling little one!  Aye, he is!  And I think you and I are 
going straight to the bathroom for a nice wash.  Oh, that will be nice!  Aye, it 
will!” Erestor crooned, half singing to the baby.  Glorfindel was definitely going 
to win the race this morning.  He would be long back before Erestor was finished 
cleaning up the elfling.

Gailion and Amdiriel had woken up, and laughed, listening to their Ada.  “Silly 
Ada,” Amdiriel said.

“Oh, nay!  Ada is not silly!  This is a stinky little elfling,” Erestor continued 
crooning as he carried Faelion to the bathroom.  “Oh, such a stinky, sweet little 
elfling.”  The sound of running water was heard.  “Ada Restor thinks Ada Glor 
will have to do this tomorrow morning, aye, he does!  No Ada should miss out on 
this experience, and what do you say to that, my stinky, poopy little precious?  
Ada Restor thinks Ada Glor will get to change the next stinky, poopy diaper, aye, 
he does!  Here we go, my little stinker, into the nice warm, bubbles you go!”  
Faelion cooed and smiled at Erestor.  “Oh, Ada Restor is so glad his little stinky 
elfling likes the nice warm water, aye he is!  Now he is going to wash his stinky 
little elfling aaaall clean.”  

Amdiriel and Gailion were laughing nearly hysterically when Glorfindel returned 
to their rooms with the baby’s milk.  They pointed to the bathroom, where Erestor 
was still crooning to the baby. 

“Oh, and listen to your silly brother and sister laughing, my little one.  They did 
not have to change that stinky, poopy diaper and clean up their stinky, poopy little 
brother!  Nay, they did not!  If they had, they would not be laughing.  Nay, nay, 
nay!  Ada Glor is going to have to give Ada Restor lots of nice kisses for this 
morning!  Lots and lots of nice kisses.”  Erestor was drying the baby, and stopped 
to place a big raspberry kiss on his stomach, making Faelion scream happily.  
“Oh, my little elfling is happy now he is all clean and smelling sweet again!  
Happy baby!  Happy Ada!”  

Glorfindel stood at the door chuckling.  “Oh, look, Ada Glor is back, now that 
you are not a stinky, poopy little elfling any more!  Would you like to tell Ada 
Glor he gets to do this tomorrow morning, my sweetling?”  Erestor kissed 
Glorfindel quickly as he passed him, and took the bottle of milk from his hand.  
“Ada Glor owes Ada Restor lots and lots of nice kisses, aye he does!”

Erestor sat in the rocking chair and gave Faelion his bottle.  He smiled sweetly up 
at Glorfindel.  “Did you have a nice run to the kitchens, my love?  There is a 
stinky, poopy diaper inside the bathroom that needs to be rinsed out and put in the 
laundry, sweetheart.  Would you mind doing that for me?  I seem to have my 
hands full of elfling at the moment.”


Tbc…