Title: Finding Hope (28-30/30)
Rating:  NC-17
Type: FPS 
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Erynoron, Caladir/Gurvelon, 
Melpomaen/Turidon, Lindir/Taurfaeron
Author: Aglarien
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.  Very AU.  Excessive sweetness, fluffiness and romance.  
Beta:  Lady Mirfain
And a big thank you to Aprilmoon, Napolde, and Lady Mirfain for some of these 
ideas.

Summary:  Of cookies and cooking



*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 28


The House of the Golden Flower was making a mess in their kitchen.  Faelion sat 
in his special chair and watched the activity, squealing and banging on his tray 
top, as Glorfindel and the older elflings shaped cookies at one end of the table and 
Erestor watched the ones baking in the oven and pulled out the metal trays when 
they were done.  Cooling cookies lined the table’s other end, and flour and sugar 
covered most of the surfaces, including the floor. 

Erestor picked up a cooled cookie and tasted it.  “Hmmm…these taste 
wonderful.”  Taking two more cooled cookies, he smiled and handed them to 
Faelion, one for each hand.  The elfling reached out and grabbed the bird shaped 
confections, squealing, and immediately put one in his mouth, sucking and 
slobbering on it happily.    Erestor went back to helping the others at the table, 
while keeping an eye on Faelion and on the cookies in the oven.

“Look, Ada, I made a cat!” Amdiriel said proudly.  Her cookie looked like a 
curled up sleeping cat, with little ears and a long tail.

“Oh, what a nice cat, sweetheart.  I think you had better make some more of 
those, because I just have to eat that one when it is baked,” Erestor said.  Amdiriel 
giggled and started shaping some more cats.

Faelion had managed to consume most of his cookies.  What remained had turned 
into mush on his face or tray.  Suddenly, he opened his mouth and said, 
“Aaaa….daaa!”

Erestor and Glorfindel looked at the elfling, smiles and surprise on their faces.  
“Did you say Ada, little one?” Erestor asked.

“Aaaa…daaa!” was the response.

“Oh Glorfindel, he said Ada!  Say Ada for me again, sweetheart?  Say Ada for 
Ada,” Erestor coaxed.

“Adaaa!” the elfling responded.  “Ada…Ada…Ada,” Faelion chanted, banging 
his tray.

“Oh, what a good little elfling you are, sweetheart.  Would you like another 
cookie?” Erestor cooed.  

“Can you say Ada Glor, little one?  Say Ada Glor for me…Ada Glor,” Glorfindel 
brought a cookie and tried to get Faelion to say his name, holding it out to the 
elfling.  “Can you say Ada Glor?”

“Ada…Glug,” Faelion responded.

“Say Ada Glor, sweetheart,” Erestor said.

“Ada…Glug!” Faelion said.  ”Ada Glug…Ada Glug…Ada Glug!” Faelion 
chanted, grabbing for the cookie.

Glorfindel laughed and gave their little elfling the cookie.  “I think I can live with 
Ada Glug for a while.”

~~~*~~~
When the cookies were done and kitchen cleaned, Glorfindel announced that he 
was going to make them all dinner.

Erestor raised his eyebrows.  “I did not know you could cook, my love.”

“Of course I can.  It has just been a while.  Well, maybe more than a while, but it 
is like riding a horse.  One never forgets!”  Glorfindel shooed everyone out of the 
kitchen and began gathering ingredients.

A little over two hours later, the family gathered in the dining room to taste 
Glorfindel’s creation.  

“I cannot wait to try it, my love.  It looks wonderful,” Erestor said.

Glorfindel filled everyone’s plate, and they all took their first bite.  

Erestor sat, food in his mouth, not wanting to swallow.

Gailion and Amdiriel swallowed, grimacing.

Glorfindel swallowed, and the smile on his face turned into a look of horror.  
“Ummm…I think it might make a nice change if we went to the Dining Hall for 
dinner tonight."

“Thank the Valar,” Erestor whispered.

The elfings applauded and cheered.

“Sorry, Ada,” Gailion said, contritely.

“Sorry, Ada Glor,” Amdiriel whispered.

~~~*~~~
“How nice to have you join us, my friends!” Elrond greeted Erestor, Glorfindel 
and the elflings, as they took their places at his table in the Dining Hall, Amdiriel 
on Erestor’s lap and Glorfindel holding little Faelion.  “We see too little of you 
lately.”  

They greeted all their other friends at the table, including Melpomaen and 
Turidon, and Erestor winked at Erynoron, seated next to Elrond. “We have been 
enjoying our new rooms, Elrond, and I find I very much enjoy cooking.  Perhaps 
we should join you for dinner regularly, though.  Maybe two or three days at 
week?  I do miss seeing everyone so much,” Erestor responded.  

Elrond nodded, smiling.  “Caladir and Gurvelon join us with their daughters three 
or four times a week.  It would be wonderful to have you here as well.”

“That is a wonderful idea, love,” Glorfindel said.  “Now that we know that I 
cannot cook, it will give you a welcome break from the kitchen.”

Elrond raised his eyebrow in question.  “You cannot cook?”

“His finer culinary skills are just a little rusty, that is all,” Erestor said, smiling at 
Glorfindel.  “You do prepare wonderful mid-day meals, my love.”  Of course they 
consisted of things like bread, cheese and fruit, which required no cooking.  
Glorfindel smiled at his supportive husband, and leaned over to give him a chaste 
kiss.

Elladan and Elrohir arrived, apologizing to their father for being late as they took 
their places.  “However do you handle everything on your own, Glorfindel?” 
Elladan asked.  “There are two of us and we have a hard time.”

“Centuries of practice, my friends,” Glorfindel answered.  “And do not forget I 
have Caladir to assist me, and you two have neither of us.”  

Elrohir had been smiling at Amdiriel, and she shyly smiled back.  “How has my 
little princess been?  I have been so busy lately I do not get to see very much of 
you,” Elrohir said.  “Will you come and sit with me, little one?  Then you can tell 
me everything you have been doing.”

“May I, Ada?”  Amdiriel looked up at Erestor.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Erestor said as he rose to take Amdiriel to Elrohir.  He 
placed her on Elrohir’s lap, smiling.  He was glad that his daughter was so 
comfortable with Elrohir.  

“And can Gailion come sit by me, Erestor?” Elladan asked.  “We have not gotten 
to spend much time with them.”  

Erestor nodded to Gailion, and he scurried to sit next to Elladan, smiling.

Faelion squealed.  “Ada Glug.  Ada...Ada…Glug!”

The elves at the table laughed and Glorfindel looked down at his little elfling 
adoringly.  “Aye, little one, your Ada Glug.”

“Erestor,” Elrond said, “Gurvelon and Caladir asked Melpomaen to start teaching 
their little ones.  We thought perhaps you and Glorfindel might like to have 
Gailion and Amdiriel join them.  Amarion and Diwen’s elflings will be there as 
well.   It will only be for two hours a day right now.”

“What a wonderful idea,” Glorfindel said.  “Caladir and I could work with 
Elladan and Elrohir for those two hours, and you and Gurvelon could help Elrond 
and Erynoron, my love.  Think of how much we could accomplish in those two 
hours every day.”

“I would like that.  I do miss the work sometimes.  Oh, but what about Faelion?” 
Erestor said.  Melpomaen would be a wonderful teacher for his little ones to start 
learning with, but whom could they get to care for Faelion every day?

“I will help Mel with the elflings, Erestor,” Turidon said.  “One more little one is 
no problem.  And we thought we would use the children’s playroom next to 
yours, so it would be close to anything we would need, if that is all right.”

“That would be perfect.  Thank you, both of you,” Erestor said, smiling at Mel 
and Turidon.

“Good, that is settled then,” Elrond said.  “We will begin tomorrow after the mid-
day meal, if that is agreeable to everyone?”  He smiled as everyone agreed.  
Erestor and Gurvelon’s help would keep him from having to spend too many late 
nights in his office working with Erynoron instead of having him in his bed.  Plus, 
Erestor and Gurvelon missed working as well, so it was the perfect solution.

“Did you hear that, my little princess?  You are going to begin lessons with Mel!  
Oh, that will be such fun for you and Gailion,” Elrohir said.  “He will teach you to 
read, and tell you stories.”

“Will he teach us to write too?” Gailion asked Elladan.  

“Indeed he will, little one.  And all of your friends will be with you, too.  Oh, you 
will have a wonderful time,” Elladan said.  Sweet little Melpomaen was the 
perfect teacher for them, he thought.  “And I think Lindir will come sometimes to 
teach you music as well.”

Lindir nodded and smiled.  “Of course I will.”

Dinner was a happy affair, and Erestor was glad things had worked out the way 
they did.  Amdiriel sat and ate her dinner on Elrohir’s lap, giggling at his stories, 
and Gailion asked Elladan questions about what it was like to be an Imladris 
guard.  His love was beside him, his children and friends around him, and he was 
content.

~~~*~~~

Elrond and Erynoron walked in the garden after dinner, each with an arm 
comfortably around the other.  Stopping under a sheltering tree, Elrond drew his 
new love close.  “I love you, my flame,” he whispered.

“I love you, my Elrond,” was the whispered answer.  “Will you love me again 
tonight?”

“I long to make love to you again, if you wish it.  Tell me what you desire, my 
heart.”

“I desire your lips on mine, your hands touching me, and your hard body on mine, 
my beautiful Elrond,” Erynoron whispered longingly against soft lips.

Elrond moaned as Erynoron plundered his mouth in a deep kiss, and his tongue 
delved into the sweetness.  For such an inexperienced lover, his beautiful advisor 
exuded sexuality.  He was a natural lover, seductiveness seeping forth from every 
pore of his body.  His mind reeled at the thought of an experienced Erynoron 
making love to him, claiming him, as he surrendered all that he was to his 
beautiful love, and he moaned again into the kiss until they were forced to part for 
breath.  “Then come to bed,” he whispered, need and want in every word, “and let 
me give you what you desire.”

Minutes later, they were lying in the comfortable bed, clothing strewn around the 
room, as Elrond plundered the soft body writhing beneath him, tasting every inch.  

 Erynoron moaned as Elrond’s lips and tongue caressed his ears, his neck, his 
shoulders, and finally his peaked nipples.  “Oh…please…touch me,” he begged.

“Soon, my beautiful one, soon,” Elrond said, lifting his head to gaze into the 
sultry green eyes.  “The touch is even more pleasurable for the wait, my love.  
Soon you will feel my hands on you, before I take you into my mouth. My tongue 
will caress your hard shaft, and my lips will draw your sweet nectar from you as a 
bee draws it from a flower.   You will spend down my throat, screaming out my 
name, as I swallow every sweet drop.”

By the time Elrond had finished telling him what he was going to do, Erynoron 
was whimpering.  Elrond had resumed his slow journey down his body, and by 
the time his lips caressed the flesh where hip and thigh joined, Erynoron was so 
hard it hurt and tears of frustration seeped from his eyes.  
“Please…please…Elrond…please,” he begged, nearly sobbing.

Elrond played the body beneath him like a fine instrument.  His fingers wafted 
lightly along the hard shaft, drawing moans, before he ran his tongue slowly and 
firmly up the underside.  Wrapping a hand firmly around the shaft, he placed just 
the tip of Erynoron’s cock into his mouth and dug his tongue gently into the slit.  

Erynoron cried out and tried to raise his hips for more, but Elrond’s body held 
him down.  And then his shaft was consumed into warm moist heat, and Elrond 
was lifting his hips, urging him to thrust.  Groaning loudly, undone and unable to 
control himself, he thrust up again and again.  He felt the tip of his cock hit the 
back of Elrond’s throat, and he could not stop.  

Elrond relaxed his throat, and took all that Erynoron offered him.  He moved one 
of his hands and ran a finger down the crevice of his lover’s buttocks, placing his 
fingertip over Erynoron’s quivering entrance and gently massaging as he felt the 
body beneath him tense with impending release.  

Erynoron screamed his lover’s name as he came, then whimpered as he felt 
Elrond swallow, draining him.  The whimpering turned into sobbing breaths as a 
warm tongue lapped every drop from his sated member.  It was just as Elrond had 
said it would be, and never had he known such bliss.

Elrond drew the sated, panting elf into his arms, holding him as his breathing 
slowly returned to normal, then kissed him gently.  

“My Elrond… love you,” Erynoron whispered.  He wanted to make love to 
Elrond, to return the pleasure, but was too drained to move.  

“Rest, my love.  Sleep,” Elrond whispered, as he stroked the golden hair.  His 
own need could wait.  “I love you, Erynoron,” he whispered, before snuggling 
next to his beautiful lover to join him in reverie.



*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 29

Hmmm…something soft and warm was lapping gently at his throat.  A lick to his 
ear, then a nip.  So good…more lapping…warm lips moving down his chest.  
Elrond awoke to find himself in Erynoron’s arms, as the blond head moved 
further down his body.  A warm tongue wound its way around his erect shaft, and 
he groaned.

Erynoron, being a very wise elf, knew that he was too inexperienced to do what 
Elrond had done to him the night before, but that did not keep him from 
experimenting.  Maybe if he wrapped his hand around the bottom part and put just 
the tip in his mouth…oh, that worked very nicely indeed.  The fact that the 
advisor found Imladris’ Lord tasted delightful was just an added treat.  Now what 
was it Elrond had done with his tongue?  Oh, that thing with the slit.  Erynoron 
gently probed with his tongue, and grinned when Elrond’s groans turned into 
stifled cries of pleasure.

“Ai…please, Noron,” Elrond begged.  He wanted nothing more than to thrust 
himself into his sweet love, claiming him as his own forever, but it was too soon.  
“Come and kiss me…I want to touch you…need to touch you…love you,” he 
whispered.

Erynoron moved back up Elrond’s body and suddenly found himself beneath his 
lover, as the half-elf captured his lips.  Moaning into the passionate kiss, he 
grasped Elrond’s shaft at the same time he felt long fingers wind around his own.  
He wanted more…he wanted everything.  He wanted to be joined to Elrond, to 
never leave his side, to hold him and be held forever.

Elrond was on fire.  Sweet Elbereth, how he loved this elf.  Never had anyone 
filled his heart as Erynoron did.  No one had ever filled him with such passion, 
such love.  

Lips barely parted to draw breath before they joined again, hands stroked and 
grasped until joint cries of completion filled the air.

~~~*~~~

Erestor and Gurvelon had spent the morning setting up the children’s playroom, 
readying it to be used as their schoolroom.  Little tables and chairs were neatly 
aligned.  Shelves on the wall were covered with neat stacks of parchment, books, 
containers of quills, bottles of ink, jars of paint, gaily colored papers, and 
everything else one would wish for to keep little hands busy.  

Immediately after the mid-day meal, Melpomaen and Turidon arrived.  Erestor 
showed them where everything they might need was kept, as well as where the 
cookies and milk for the children were.  

Glorfindel had already ushered Gailion and Amdiriel into the playroom to join the 
other children, and called goodbye to Erestor as he left with Caladir to the 
barracks.

Erestor and Gurvelon were just ready to leave when Faelion woke from his short 
nap.  Erestor hurried to the crib and picked up Faelion.  “Ada is going to work for 
a little while, precious.  I will be back soon, and Mel and Tur are going to take 
care of you while I am gone.  You will be a good little elfling for me, won’t you?”  
He kissed the smiling infant and handed him to Melpomaen.

Melpomaen held the elfling at arms length with his hands under the baby’s arms.  
“Ummm…Erestor?  He is wet.  What do I do?”

Erestor looked at Mel and rolled his eyes.  “You change his diaper of course, 
Mel.”

“Change his diaper?”

Turidon laughed at the lost look on his husband’s face.  “I will show him, Erestor.  
You and Gurvelon go on.”  He took the elfling from Mel and cradled him in his 
big arms.  “Come on, little one.  Tur will take care of you while Melpomaen goes 
and sees to the other elflings.  Would you like that?”

Mel flashed Turidon a grateful look, and headed to the playroom.  Amdiriel, 
Laerien, Calariel and Glawen sat at one table, while the older Gailion and Lainon 
sat at another.  Six sweet faces looked at Melpomaen as he entered the room, and 
he smiled.

~~~*~~~

Glorfindel and Caladir had made short work of the new guard schedules and 
assignments.  An hour after starting to work, they were just beginning to go over 
some reports with the twins.  

“I wonder how the children are doing?” Caladir said.

Glorfindel nodded.  “Me, too.  I hope they are enjoying it.  I wonder what Mel is 
teaching them?”

Elladan and Elrohir chuckled.  “Would you like one of us to go and check on 
them for you?” Elrohir asked.

“Aye, please,” Caladir answered.  He just wanted to know that his precious little 
elflings were all right without their adas close by.  “I just want to know if they are 
happy there.”

“Thank you, Elrohir.  Just make sure that Mel and Tur are doing all right with all 
seven of them for us.”  Seven elflings were a lot for two elves who did not have a 
lot of experience with elflings.

Elrohir smiled at the two fathers, who were trying to hide how anxious they were 
about their little ones.  “I will go check and be right back.”  He hurried out and 
headed towards the house.  

He quietly entered Glorfindel and Erestor’s rooms, walked to the doorway of the 
playroom, and silently stood and watched.  Mel sat on the floor on a large fur rug.   
Turidon sat beside his mate, Faelion in his arms.  The other elflings were spread 
around them listening, fascinated by the story Mel was reading.  An elf warrior-
prince was rescuing a beautiful elf princess from a dragon.  Elrohir smiled.  When 
the story was finished and the prince had saved the princess, taking her off to his 
kingdom to live happily ever after, the elflings clapped and cheered, and Elrohir 
laughed softly.

“Elrohir!”  Amdiriel ran towards her favorite friend and held up her arms.

“Hello, little princess,” Elrohir said as he picked her up and placed a chaste kiss 
on her brow.  “Are you having fun?”

Amdiriel wrapped her arms around Elrohir’s neck and nodded.  “Elrohir, are you 
a prince?”

“Well, I suppose there are those who think Elladan and I are princes, but our ada 
refused to be made king, so I am not really a prince.”

“Oh, good.  I am not really a princess.  You just call me that, and Ada, too, 
sometimes.”

“Why did you want to know, little one?” Elrohir asked.  

“Because if you were a prince, you would have to marry a princess, and then you 
could not marry me,” Amdiriel answered.

“You wish to marry me?” Elrohir asked seriously, struggling to keep from 
grinning.

Amdiriel nodded her head vigorously.  “Will you marry me, Elrohir?”

Melpomaen and Turidon were grinning, and the other elflings sat quietly 
watching.

“Well, my little princess, I think your adas would be very upset with me if I gave 
you an answer right now.  Will you wait until you are grown to ask me?  If you 
still want to marry me when you reach your majority, I want you to promise me 
that you will ask me again.  All right?”

“All right, Elrohir.  I will wait,” Amdiriel said.

“Good,” Elrohir said.  “Melpomaen, I was sent by a couple anxious adas to see if 
you needed anything.  Do you?”

Mel chuckled.  “Nay, Elrohir.  We are all doing just fine.  The little ones are 
going to start learning how to write their first letters now.”

“Oh, that sounds like fun.”  He could see that all of the elflings were enjoying 
themselves, so it was time to return to his duties.  “I must return to work now, 
princess.”

Amdiriel nodded and placed a sweet little butterfly kiss on Elrohir’s cheek.  
“Goodbye, Elrohir.”

“Goodbye, princess,” Elrohir said as he set her down and watched her run back to 
Mel.  He waved at everyone, then returned to the barracks and Glorfindel’s office.

At the end of the two hours, four adas and one big brother came to collect their 
elflings.  “Tell Master Melpomaen thank you,” Saercaeron coached his little 
brother and sister.  Lainon and Laerien thanked their teacher sweetly, and told 
him they would be back tomorrow.  

Calariel and Glawen hugged their adas, and excitedly told them everything 
they had learned, before being reminded to thank their teacher.  

Gailion and Amdiriel thanked Mel and Tur with hugs before running to their adas.

Melpomaen smiled.  He had enjoyed teaching the elflings and liked being with 
them.  Maybe someday he and Tur would be able to have an elfling of their own, 
he thought, then chastised himself.  That would mean that another elfling would 
have to lose his or her parents, and he did not want that to happen.

“Was Faelion any trouble, Turidon?” Erestor asked, taking his youngest son from 
the warrior.

“Nay, Erestor.  He was a joy,” Turidon answered.  Maybe someday he and Mel 
would find an elfling they could adopt for their own.

~~~*~~~
Erestor had made a lovely dinner, and after they had cleaned up he read a story to 
the children.  He and Glorfindel had just finished putting their elflings to bed and 
were lounging in front of the fire.  

“Elrond is so smitten with Erynoron, my love.  I think they are truly and deeply in 
love.  It was sweet to watch them.  And it was nice to be working again, even 
if only for a short while.  Gurvelon and I managed to get most of the urgent 
correspondence caught up.”

“I think Elrond is not the only one who is smitten, beloved.” Glorfindel said.  
“Wait until you hear what Elrohir told me.”  He repeated Elrohir’s tale about 
Amdiriel wanting to marry him.  

Erestor stared wide-eyed at Glorfindel.  “Oh, dear.  What did Elrohir say?”

“After he told her that we would not be very pleased with him if he gave her an 
answer now, he made her promise that if she still wanted to marry him when she 
reached her majority she would ask him again”

“Good,” Erestor said, snuggling down against Glorfindel, “Then we will not have 
to kill him.”

Glorfindel chuckled and raised Erestor’s head to claim a passionate kiss.

~~~*~~~

Elrond and Erynoron stood in the candlelit bedroom, their eyes fixed upon each 
other’s face.  Only a few inches separated them, but they did not touch.  They had 
started a conversation in the garden before moving to the bedroom.  

“Are you sure, Erynoron?” Elrond said softly.  “I wanted to wait…for you.  It is 
hard when I have you in my arms, to not….  You do not wish this for me alone, 
do you?”

“I wish it for us, my love.  Elrond, we are elves.  We know these things.  Our 
hearts cannot deceive us.  My heart is certain.  My soul is certain.  I have waited 
my whole life for you, and wish to wait no longer.”

“You are right, beloved.  Galadriel foresaw it, you know.  She and Celeborn have 
already given us their blessing. ”  

Erynoron was surprised.  “They have?  How…?  Oh, you far spoke.”

“Aye, I did.  I needed to tell them, to let them know how I felt about you, but 
there was no need.  Celeborn told me it is why they sent you to me.”

A smile lit Erynoron’s face.  “Then why do you hesitate, my Elrond?”

Elrond pulled Erynoron into his arms for a loving kiss.  Then, cradling the 
advisor’s face in his hand, he spoke softly and earnestly.  “Erynoron, I take you 
for my bonded husband.  You fill my heart.  From this night forth, you are mine, 
as I am yours, forever.  May the Valar bless our binding.  I love you so much.”

Erynoron wound his arms around the half-elf.  “Elrond, I take you for my bonded 
husband.  I never knew love before you.  You complete me.  I am yours, forever, 
as you are mine.  May the Valar bless our binding.  I love you, as I will love you 
forever.” He drew Elrond’s head down for a deep kiss, sealing their vows.

Braids were loosened and clothing strewn on the floor, as the two lovers groped 
and kissed their way to the bed.  Erynoron crawled onto the bed, then turned and 
pulled his lover on top of him.  He wrapped his long legs and arms around Elrond, 
loving the feel of his husband’s hard body, and captured his mouth in a passionate 
kiss.

When the kiss finally ended, Elrond lifted his head and smiled down at his new 
mate.  “As much as I love being held captive, my sweet, if you want anything else 
to happen tonight you will need to release me.”

Erynoron chuckled and unwound his arms and legs from Elrond.  “Oh, I very 
much want something else to happen tonight, my love,” he said seductively.  

Elrond sat up and straddled the advisor, sitting lightly on his upper thighs.  
Reaching to pull a small bottle of oil from the drawer in his night table, he asked 
with a grin, “And what might you want to happen, oh beautiful one?” 

Feeling giddy with happiness, Erynoron answered, “I fear if you want me to tell 
you, oh wise one, you are asking the wrong elf.  I thought you were the 
experienced one.”  He watched Elrond open the oil and pour some into his hand.  
“What is that for, my love?”

Elrond raised an eyebrow, then smiled gently at his love, realizing just how 
innocent he was.  “It will help me prepare you for me, my sweet.  Without it, it 
would be painful for you.”  He leaned up to give Erynoron a tender kiss, then rose 
and lifted himself up to spread the legs beneath him and settled between them.  “It 
might be easier for you if you were on your stomach, my love, but I want to watch 
you to make sure I am not hurting you,” he said softly.  

“I trust you, my Elrond.  What do you want me to do?” Erynoron whispered, 
beginning to feel a little anxious about what would happen.  All the gossip he had 
ever heard about how painful it could be came back to him, and he stared at 
Elrond’s rather large penis, wondering how it was ever going to fit.  Then he felt 
what his heart was telling him.  This was Elrond, who loved him, and would never 
hurt him.

“Just relax for me, my beautiful Noron.  I promise you, I will make it good for 
you.  Soon you will feel nothing but pleasure.”   Elrond gently lifted the long legs 
to his shoulders and leaned forward to kiss his lover’s sweet lips.  He sucked a 
rosy nipple into his mouth as his finger gently massaged the muscles around 
Erynoron’s opening.  His mouth moved down and engulfed the hard member as 
he slowly pushed his finger inside.

Erynoron moaned and lifted himself farther into the moist heat as Elrond gently 
pulled his finger in and out of the tight channel.  More oil and a second finger 
joined the first as he gently stretched tight muscles.  The feel of the muscles 
gripping his fingers nearly made him lightheaded as he thought of his cock buried 
deeply inside his love, and his moans joined Erynoron’s.  Elrond added a third 
finger, stretching Noron as much as he could, then he coated his 
throbbing shaft with oil, preparing to sink into the tight heat for the first 
time.  Positioning himself, he leaned over his love and captured his lips, as 
he slowly pushed himself into the pulsing channel.

Moaning as he slid to the hilt deep within Mel's body, and his little love's 
legs wound around his waist, Turidon whispered "Oh, Mel... I love you... I 
love you," huskily as his mate's thrusting hips drove him deeper.  Burying 
his head in his lover’s neck, he pulled out and thrust again, knowing from 
the wail Mel released that he had hit his target.

He cried out as his strong warrior thrust into him again.  His fingers dug 
into the hard biceps he clung to.  “Ai…more…more…harder,” Lindir 
sobbed, overcome with bliss as Taurfaeron pounded into him, again and 
again.

He lay back as his sweet little love’s nimble fingers caressed his nipples, 
then moaned as soft lips latched onto his neck, lapping and sucking.  
“Ah…love, you are supposed to be washing me,” Caladir said.  Gurvelon 
chuckled as he ran his soapy hands up and down his lover’s large chest. 

He rolled his husband over and tickled him again.  A couple of their pillows 
flew off the bed as his little lover tried to throw them at him, defend 
himself, and laugh hysterically, all at the same time.  
“Aiya…Glor…no…more,” Erestor managed to get out, grabbing the 
warrior’s hands.  “I won’t tickle you again…promise.”  Glorfindel stilled, 
and smiled down at his beloved husband, waiting for him to catch his 
breath before he kissed him breathless again.

He stilled, allowing his sweet mate time to adjust to his size.  “Are you all right, 
my love?”  When the adviser nodded, and looked up at him adoringly, Elrond 
slowly withdrew, then pushed in again, making sure he hit his lover’s special spot 
gently.  

“Oh…what was that?  Please…do it again.” Erynoron cried out as Elrond thrust 
harder, sending lightening through his body.  

He cried out in pleasure as his husband pounded into him again and again.  
“Turidon!  Oh…more…love you.”  Tur wrapped his large hand around his lover’s 
engorged member and stroked.  Melpomaen screamed his beloved warrior’s name 
as he came hard, gripping Tur’s strong shoulders.

Lorien grinned as he wandered down the hall to Lindir’s rooms, thinking he 
should have brought earplugs with him this time.

Taurfaeron roared his release as Lindir’s muscles convulsed around him.  Pulling 
his sweet mate into his arms, he panted, “I love you,” into his ear.

They had not left the bath.  The little scribe captured his warrior’s mouth, 
thrusting his tongue into the sweetness, as he held his husband’s head and rode 
him hard.  Caladir’s thrusts sent sprays of water over the floor, as Gurvelon’s 
scream of release was muffled by his lover’s lips.

Gold lights shimmered and swirled around the room, covering the two writhing 
elves.  Erestor pulled Glorfindel’s mouth down on his own, moaning, as words of 
love sounded in his mind and their cries of bliss echoed around the room.

Erynoron wailed his pleasure as he felt Elrond explode inside of him.  The air 
around them sizzled with their bond, as he whispered brokenly, “I love you, my 
Elrond,” and was gathered up into his husband’s strong arms.

Lorien smiled.  All was well in Imladris.



*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 30

~42 Years Later~

Amdiriel had gone to see the seamstress, Linnolwen, for the final fitting of her 
new gown.  Tomorrow was the ball for her fiftieth begetting day, the day she 
reached her majority.  Erestor and Glorfindel had made sure that everything 
would be perfect for their beloved daughter’s special day.  Celeborn and Galadriel 
had even arrived from the Golden Woods for the event, escorted by Haldir and a 
large patrol.

While Amdiriel was gone, Glorfindel and Erestor sat together, arms around each 
other, reminiscing about their children and the last forty-two years.

“Remember how you picked up Amdiriel and Gailion and swung them around 
laughing when I got back with them?”  Glorfindel asked.

“And how you almost bought out the marketplace the first time you went 
shopping for them?” Erestor added.

A knock at the door interrupted their musings.  “Enter,” Glorfindel called.

The door opened, and a smiling Elrohir entered the room.  “Good day, my friends.  
May I speak with you both?”

Erestor unwound his arms from Glorfindel.  “Of course, Elrohir,” he said.  “Come 
and join us.”

Elrohir sat in a chair opposite Glorfindel and Erestor.  Clutching his hands in his 
lap, he took a deep breath.  “Do you remember that day so many years ago, when 
Amdiriel said she wanted me to marry her?”

“Aye, I remember,” Glorfindel said, as Erestor nodded.  “You told her if she still 
wanted to marry you when she reached her majority to ask you then.”

“My heart tells me she has not forgotten, and cares for me still.  Please, my 
friends, do you know, does Amdiriel love me?” Elrohir asked, a soft plea in his 
voice.  

“That is a question you must ask her, Elrohir, not us,” Erestor answered.  “What 
do you want her answer to be?”

“Do you remember all those years ago, when I saw her for the first time, Erestor?  
I told you then that she had captured my heart.”  Erestor nodded.  “I have never 
tried to take it back.  She holds it still.  I love her, and I want her for my mate.  If 
she does not ask me tomorrow, I intend to ask her to marry me, if you both will 
give me your blessing.”  He looked at Amdiriel’s parents hopefully.

“Elrohir,” Glorfindel said, “there is only one thing we need from you before we 
answer.  It is the same thing we asked of Gailion’s mate.  Do you promise that 
you will sail with us, and her, to the Undying Lands, when the time comes for us 
to leave these shores?”

“I give you my solemn promise.  We will sail with you,” Elrohir said.

“Then you have our heartfelt blessing, Elrohir.  We know you love Amdiriel, and 
we could not ask for a better mate for her,” Erestor said, smiling.

“We will be happy to call you our son, Elrohir,” Glorfindel said, wrapping his 
arms around the younger elf as they all stood.  “You have made Erestor and me 
very happy today, my dear friend.”

Elrohir embraced Glorfindel, then Erestor, and left them with a smile and lighter 
steps. 

“Oh, my love,” Erestor said, “could anything be better?”

Glorfindel laughed joyfully, embracing his beloved.  “All we need now is for 
Amdiriel to choose him.”

“Do you doubt it, my love?” Erestor asked.

“Not for a minute, beloved, if I know our darling daughter,” Glorfindel answered, 
kissing Erestor sweetly.  “I want to go and tell Gailion.  He will be overjoyed.”

“Aye, love, he will.  Go and tell him now,” Erestor replied.

Glorfindel kissed his mate again, then hurried to the barracks to find their eldest 
son.  He watched as Gailion finished training a group of beginning guards.  Their 
son had grown into a handsome, tall elf, and possessed extraordinary skills with 
both the sword and knives. By the time he was forty, he had decided that his place 
was with the Imladris guards, and Glorfindel, Erestor, and the twins had honed his 
skills.  He had been married for nearly ten years now to the one who had captured 
his heart by the time he had reached his majority.  He and Glorfindel, mirror 
images of each other, with their golden manes, blue eyes, and tall, muscled 
figures, still retained their special bond.

“Ada!” Gailion called out when he spotted Glorfindel, and walked over to him.  
“You are grinning.  What have you been up to?”

Pulling his son aside, Glorfindel told him the news.

“Oh, Ada, how wonderful,” Gailion said, tears sparkling in his eyes, as he hugged 
his father.  “Ada, come with me?  We must go and tell my beloved.”  He knew 
what his sister’s answer to Elrohir would be, so father and son left to find 
Gailion’s mate and share the news.

~~~*~~~

Amdiriel burst through the doors to their rooms.  “Ada, Ada, where are you?” she 
called, as she headed through the sitting room.

“I am here, sweetheart,” Erestor said, coming out of the kitchen.

“Oh, Ada,” Amdiriel said, “You should see the gown!  It is so beautiful.  
Linnolwen will deliver it in the morning.”  She practically threw herself into 
Erestor’s arms and hugged him fiercely.  “Come and sit with me, please?  I need 
to talk to you about something.”

“Of course, little one,” he said, smiling, and Amdiriel giggled.  She stood a head 
taller than her ada.

Erestor sat on a sofa, and Amdiriel curled her long legs beneath her and leaned on 
his lap.  “Ada, do you think Elrohir loves me?  I mean loves me like you love Ada 
Glor?”

“You love him, don’t you, sweetheart?”  Erestor asked softly.

“I do, Ada.  I love him so much.  I always have.  He told me to wait until my 
majority to ask him, and it is tomorrow.  Oh, Ada, what do I do if he tells me nay?  
I want him so much,” she whispered, eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Erestor stroked Amdiriel’s head and looked into her eyes.  His daughter had 
grown into a tall, elegant, and graceful woman.   Her beauty rivaled the fairest of 
their race, and was matched only by her loving and compassionate heart.  “Do not 
fear, my little princess,” Erestor said.  “Have I not always taught you to be brave 
and bold of heart, and never to be afraid of going after what you desire?  What 
does your heart tell you, my love?”

“That he loves me, Ada,” Amdiriel whispered.  

Erestor smiled gently.  “Then trust your heart, my love.”  He could have told 
Amdiriel that Elrohir had been to see Glorfindel and him, but he would not take 
away the joy of their joint discovery, even to ease his daughter’s fears.

Amdiriel’s fingers traced Erestor’s features, just as they had so many years ago.  
“My Ada,” she whispered.  “I love you, Ada.  You never left me.  You and Ada 
Glor have always been here for me.  If you tell me to trust my heart, I will.”  She 
kissed Erestor’s brow, wrapped her arms around him, and laid her head on his 
chest, happy to have her beloved Ada hold her.

“I love you, sweetheart.  I have from the first moment I saw you,” Erestor said, 
kissing the top of her head.  The times like this would be fewer now, and he was 
content to hold her for as long as he could.

Glorfindel returned a short time later, sat next to Erestor, and wrapped his arms 
around his husband and daughter, holding them close.  Faelion returned from his 
studies and curled up next to his sister.  The four elves sighed contentedly, and 
before long, golden lights began to sparkle around them.

Amdiriel and Faelion looked at each other and smirked, then Faelion winked at 
his sister.  “Ada,” he whined, “do you two always have to do that?”
~~~*~~~

Amdiriel’s gown was a rich forest green, edged in gold.  Gold embroidered swirls 
formed open flowers that sparkled with emeralds and diamonds.  Her fathers 
presented her with a new golden circlet, its elaborate flowers and swirls 
highlighted in more emeralds and diamonds.  Her brothers and Gailion’s mate 
gifted her with a matching pendant.

Erestor wove emeralds and diamonds through her hip-long hair, Glorfindel placed 
the circlet on her head, and Faelion clasped the pendant around her long, slim 
neck.  Then the three males stood back and looked at her.

“How do I look?” Amdiriel asked softly, trying to eye everything in her mirror.

“Oh, baby,” Glorfindel said, tears in his eyes.  “You are more beautiful than the 
stars.”

Erestor’s tears ran down his cheeks as he added, “You are so beautiful, 
sweetheart, and your Ada Glor and I are so very proud of you.”

Faelion just nodded and smiled at his sister.  “Come on, you two,” he told his 
adas.  “No crying.  You cannot go with red eyes, and it is time for us to dress 
now.”  Faelion, ever the practical one for all of his forty-two years, led his fathers 
to their room to dress.  Erestor smiled at his littlest son.  He would make a fine 
advisor one day.

Before long, jewels had been woven into Erestor, Glorfindel, and Faelion’s hair, 
the fathers were dressed in their long-favorite wedding robes, and Faelion was 
resplendent in dark blue velvet leggings and a blue and gold velvet tunic.

Erestor set Faelion’s circlet into the long blond hair, and looked at his son.  
Before long, Faelion would tower over his ada, just as his siblings did, but for 
now they stood eye-to-eye.  He placed his hands on Faelion’s shoulders and 
kissed his brow.  “Aiya, little one, you are so handsome - the image of your Ada 
Glor and your brother.  And soon you will be all grown up, too.”

“Ada,” Faelion said softly, placing his brow on Erestor’s, “don’t you know I will 
never leave you, no matter how old I become?  None of us will ever willingly 
leave you and Ada Glor.  We love you.  I love you, Ada.” 

Tears once again threatened to roll down Erestor’s face, as he held his son, his 
baby, close.  “I love you, little one,” he whispered.

“No tears, Ada,” Faelion said gently.

“No tears, little one,” Erestor answered.
~~~*~~~

The Hall of Fire was alight with music and laughter.  Erestor and Glorfindel stood 
next to Elrond and Erynoron, watching adoringly as Gailion whirled Amdiriel 
gracefully around the floor.

Saercaeron partnered Calariel, and Lainon danced with Glawen, both couples 
protectively watched by Caladir and Gurvelon.  Arwen took Erynoron’s hand and 
pulled him away from her father.  “Come and dance with me, Ada Noron,” she 
said, smiling.  Erynoron looked back at Elrond and grinned before twirling across 
the floor with his smiling stepdaughter in his arms.  Even Celeborn was dancing 
with Galadriel.

“Everyone is having a wonderful time, my friends,” Elrond said.

Erestor and Glorfindel nodded, then chuckled as Faelion gracefully executed a 
difficult step with his friend Anoriel, Melpomaen and Turidon’s golden-haired 
adopted daughter.

Haldir wandered over and joined them, as he watched Taurfaeron dancing with a 
beautiful dark-haired maiden.  “Who is that stunning elleth?”  He asked.  

“Which one?” Glorfindel asked.  Haldir knew Amdiriel and Arwen, but there 
were many beautiful maidens dancing.

“The one with Taurfaeron,” Haldir answered.  

“Oh, that is Laerien, Amarion and Diwen’s daughter.  She reached her majority 
two years ago, and is not yet betrothed.”  Glorfindel grinned, seeing the look in 
his old friend’s eyes.  

“She is beautiful,” Haldir said before wandering off to the dance floor to relieve 
Taurfaeron of his partner.

Elladan and Elrohir stood side by side, watching the dancers.  “Aiya, brother, look 
at my beautiful mate,” Elladan said longingly.  “I just want to hold my beloved in 
my arms and dance and kiss the night away.”

“Well, brother, let us go then,” Elrohir said.  “I believe I would like to dance with 
your beloved’s partner just now.”

The twins walked onto the dance floor, and Elladan pulled his beautiful husband 
into his arms, filling Amdiriel’s arms with Elrohir.

Elladan and Gailion gazed at each other adoringly as they danced away, before 
Elladan’s lips captured his beloved mate’s.  

Elrohir danced Amdiriel off of the floor and onto a deserted terrace.  “Happy 
begetting day, Princess,” he whispered.  

Amdiriel smiled up at the elf she loved with all her heart.  “Do you remember that 
day when I asked if you would marry me?”

“Aye, I remember,” Elrohir said softly, as their steps stilled and he brought a hand 
up to caress her face.  “And do you still wish to marry me, my princess?”

“With all my heart, I do,” Amdiriel whispered.  “And will you marry me, my 
Prince?”

“With all my heart, I will, beloved.” Elrohir said, as their lips sought each other’s 
in a first kiss.

When they finally parted, Amdiriel stood with her face raised to Elrohir’s, her 
smile lighting her green eyes so they shone with diamonds.

“I have a gift for you, my love,” Elrohir whispered.  “I have already received your 
adas’ blessing.”  He pulled a small item from his pocket.  “One year from now, I 
will replace this with a gold one.  I love you, Amdiriel,” he said softly, as he 
slipped the emerald and diamond studded mithril band on her finger.  Pulling a 
matching ring from his pocket, he said, “Will you put mine on my finger, my 
love?”

Amdiriel took the ring, tears of joy pooling in her eyes, and slid it onto Elrohir’s 
finger.  “One year from now.  I love you, Elrohir.”  Her arms wound around 
Elrohir’s neck and her fingers moved through his hair, as she pulled his head 
down for a passionate kiss.

Glorfindel and Erestor carefully moved the curtain they were hiding behind back 
into place, shielding Amdiriel and Elrohir from their further view, and smiled at 
each other, tears glistening in their eyes.  “Come and dance, beloved,” Glorfindel 
said, as he took his beautiful husband into his arms and moved him onto the dance 
floor.  Erestor rested his head on Glorfindel’s chest, overcome with happiness for 
their little daughter.

“Lift your head and kiss me, my darling,” Glorfindel whispered into a perfectly 
shaped ear.  

Erestor raised his head, and his lips were captured in a searing kiss as strong arms 
held him.  As they glided across the floor, gold lights spread out, covering all they 
loved. 

~The End~