Title:   Finding Hope (4-6/30)
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: Settling in.


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Chapter 4

Elrond sent servants hunting in the attics for his children’s clothing from when 
they were elflings, diapers, stuffed animals, and of course a cradle and little beds.  
He sent each of the families to their rooms so the elflings could start acquainting 
themselves with their new parents, and quiet down after all the excitement.  There 
would be time for more celebration later.  

He requested two of the more senior guards, Glaurion and Dolvelig, to come to 
his office and tell him what had lead to their finding the orphaned elflings.  He 
didn’t want to keep Glorfindel or Caladir away from their families just now.  

Sitting across from Elrond at his desk, the two guards told their Lord what had 
happened.
“Thank the Valar you found them,” Elrond said.  “The little girls with Caladir 
seem to have adjusted better than the others, but Amdiriel worries me.  I never 
heard her speak.”

“No, my Lord, she has not,” Glaurion answered.  “This was the second time her 
parents were killed.  She was Gailion’s cousin.  His parents adopted her when her 
birth parents were killed two years ago.”

“Oh, sweet Elbereth,” Elrond sighed.  “The poor little one.  She will be afraid that 
Glorfindel and Erestor will leave her, too.”

The guards nodded.  “Gailion seems to be really attaching himself to Glorfindel, 
and Amdiriel is afraid to let go of him.”  Dolvelig added.  “Amarion’s two I think 
will adapt well.  Still, it will be hard on all of them.  They cannot just see their 
parents killed and go on as if nothing happened.”

Elrond nodded.  “We will help them.  And by the grace of the Valar may they 
soon forget that horror.  Perhaps we should have a memorial for their parents 
every year.  We do not want them to think that we don’t want them to remember 
their birth parents.”

“Glorfindel told Gailion to always honor and remember them.  A memorial would 
be good for them, my Lord,” Glaurion said.  “Maybe you could even arrange for 
something sooner?”

 “Perhaps in a few weeks after they settle in.  I will speak to their new parents 
about it and see what they think.”  Elrond thanked the guards and dismissed them, 
then sat at his desk considering what he could do to help the elflings recover.

The servants returned laden down with everything they could find.  Luckily the 
twins had gone through several sizes and variations of little beds, so there were 
enough.  They would need to decide on what arrangements each family needed as 
far as living quarters, but there would be plenty of time for that later.  Tonight the 
only important thing was getting the elflings settled in with their new families, 
bathed and fed, with a comfortable place to sleep.

Elrond had two of the little beds sent to each family, with the cradle added for 
Erestor and Glorfindel, then sorted through the rest of the items in his office, 
assisted by several excited, willing helpers.  

Melpomean and Turidon found the baby bottles and diapers.  They went to the 
kitchens to clean the bottles and fill a couple with warm milk, and grab some 
muffins and pastries for the older elflings, then delivered them to Erestor and 
Glorfindel.  They hurried back to Elrond’s office to find clothing for all three of 
Erestor and Glorfindel’s elflings, and linens for the beds.  A small stuffed horse 
for Faelion, a stuffed oliphant for Gailion, and an adorable little doll for Amdiriel 
completed their stash.  They hurried back to Erestor and Glorfindel with their 
treasures to help with the elflings and make up their beds.  

Lindir and Taurfaeron gathered what Caladir and Gurvelon would need, along 
with two dolls for Calariel and Glawen, and hurried off. 

Elrond and two servants found clothing and linens for Amarion and Diwen’s 
elflings, as well as a doll for Laerien and a stuffed pony for Lainon.  The servants 
hurried off to deliver their bundles.

At this point, Elrond was rather glad they had spoiled the twins and Arwen, and 
there were so many clothes and dolls and stuffed animals.  There was enough 
clothing to get by until larger wardrobes could be ordered for them, and they had 
even managed to come up with nightshirts for the elflings.  The only thing they 
really needed was shoes, but those would have to be ordered from the shoemaker.  
He gathered some healing supplies in case he might need them, and set off to visit 
with each family to check on the elflings.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Erestor was giving Faelion a bubble bath.  The baby splashed and giggled, 
making Erestor smile and chuckle.  He tickled the baby, and was altogether 
having a wonderful time with his new little one.  Glorfindel had managed to 
whisper what had happened to them, and told him about Amdiriel not talking and 
losing both sets of her parents.  Erestor’s warm heart broke for the little elfling’s 
pain, and he looked forward to cuddling his new gorgeous little daughter.  But a 
wet, less than clean baby came first.  Glorfindel would stay with the others while 
he acquainted himself with his youngest son.

Glorfindel was showing Gailion and Amdiriel the kittens when Melpomean and 
Turidon arrived to deliver the milk, diapers and pastries.  They handed Glorfindel 
the items and dashed off again, telling him they’d be back with more things.

“Look, little ones, pastries!”  He sat down next to the elflings and handed them 
the gooey rolls.  

“Thank you, Ada,” Gailion said, taking the offered pastry.  Glorfindel grinned.  
Gailion had called him “ada” twice!

Amdiriel gingerly reached for her pastry and nodded at Glorfindel, but did not say 
anything.  Tinnu sat and watched the little elfling.  Something was wrong with 
this one.  He slowly walked over, and crawled onto her lap, then reached a paw up 
and touched her cheek.

Erestor had finished giving Faelion his bath, and stood in the doorway holding the 
baby wrapped in a fluffy towel and watched.

Amdiriel looked questioningly up at Glorfindel.  “This is Tinnu, sweetheart.  He 
is the kittens’ ada.”  Glorfindel reached over and stroked Tinnu.  “He likes you.”

Holding her pastry in one hand, Amdiriel slowly reached the other hand to the cat, 
cautiously petting him.  Glorfindel grinned.  Who cared that Tinnu now had sticky 
sugar in his fur?  Tinnu purred, then gave the little elfling’s cheek a lick.  
Amdiriel giggled.  Tinnu decided this one needed him the most, and curled up in 
her lap, purring.  Amdiriel sighed, almost happy, and took a bite of her pastry. 

Erestor smiled, and walked into the room.  “Is that a bottle of warm milk I see 
there, my love?” he asked.

“It is indeed, compliments of Mel and Tur, along with diapers.”  Glorfindel 
handed Erestor the bottle.

Erestor sat on the floor next to the others, cradled the infant in his arm and gave 
him the bottle.  The baby sucked hungrily, cooing and waving his arms at Erestor.  
Erestor smiled down adoringly at his littlest son.  With his big blue eyes and 
blond, curly locks, Faelion would be just as beautiful as his older brother.  The 
two boys looked like they were Glorfindel’s birth elflings.  He sighed happily, 
and looked up at Glorfindel.  “Thank you, my love.”

Glorfindel knew Erestor wasn’t thanking him for the baby’s bottle; he was 
thanking him for bringing the elflings home to him.  Glorfindel nodded, and 
mouthed, “I love you,” to his husband. 

Erestor finished feeding the baby, expertly burped him, and laid him on the floor.  
The diapers were sitting next to Amdiriel.  Smiling at the elfling, Erestor said 
softly, “Would you hand me a diaper for your little brother, sweetheart?”  
Amdiriel picked up a diaper and handed it to Erestor.  “Thank you, sweetheart.”  
Amdiriel nodded, then petted Tinnu again, spreading more sugary stickiness in his 
fur.  Erestor and Glorfindel bit their lips to keep from laughing at the poor cat.  

Glorfindel grinned at the two older elflings, and put his finger to his lips.  Erestor 
was about to find out something about Faelion.  Erestor unwrapped the baby, 
lifted his little legs in one hand, and slid the diaper under him.  And then it 
happened, right on queue.  A warm stream of pee hit his chest.  Glorfindel rolled 
on the floor laughing as Erestor quickly flipped the towel back over the baby.  

Gailion laughed and Amdiriel let out a small giggle.  “He always does that, Ada.  
Every time you put a new diaper on him,” Gailion said.  

Erestor’s heart thumped when he heard Gailion call him “ada”.  “Oh, he does, 
does he?  And you let me get it and didn’t tell me before, huh?”  He grabbed 
Gailion and tickled him madly.  

The elfling rolled on the floor, laughing hysterically with tears running out of his 
eyes.
“No..Ada…don’t tickle me!  Hahahaha.  Adaaaa.”  Erestor finally had mercy on 
the elfling.  He scooped him up in his arms, smothered his face with little kisses, 
and finally set him down.  

A knock sounded on the door before it opened.  Mel and Tur dropped their 
bundles on the floor.  “Clothes, linens, toys.  Going to get your dinner.  We’ll be 
back.”  The door shut.

Glorfindel and Erestor laughed.  Erestor resumed diapering the baby as Glorfindel 
reached for the bundles.

“Oh, presents!  Come, my little elflings!  Let’s see what Mel and Tur brought us 
this time!”  Glorfindel undid the bundles and sorted out the clothing.  “Oh, 
Amdiriel look at the beautiful dress they brought for you, sweetheart!”  He held 
up a beautiful emerald green velvet gown with gold lace trim, made for Arwen 
when she was small.  “It will be beautiful on you with your lovely eyes.  It will be 
perfect for you.  Do you like it?”  

Amdiriel nodded, and a small smile broke on her face.  “Oh, look!  More dresses.  
These are for you to wear during the day and play in.”  Glorfindel held up three 
more practical dresses, but they were still lovely and beautifully decorated.  There 
was a white one, embroidered with red flowers, a light blue one, decorated with 
silver thread, and a light green one with cream flowers sewn around the neckline.  
Amdiriel’s large eyes grew even larger.  She had never seen such beautiful 
dresses before.  

“Is there a nightshirt in there for this little one by chance, my love?” Erestor 
asked.

“Let’s see.  A nightshirt, a nightshirt.  Ah…no, too big.  This one’s Gailion’s, this 
one’s Amdiriel’s…oh…here we go!  A little one for the littlest one.”  He passed 
the nightshirt to Erestor. 

Amdiriel reached for the nightshirt Glorfindel had identified as hers, and lovingly 
ran her hand over it.  It was soft, and white, and warm, and beautifully 
embroidered.  Little pearl buttons ran up the front.  Erestor watched her, and 
directed Glorfindel’s eyes to her with a small head motion.  The two parents 
realized that the elflings had probably never had or seen such things before.  Their 
life in the village would have been much simpler.  The hard work required would 
not have left much time for making fine clothing or decorating them, although 
Amdiriel probably was already somewhat skilled with a needle.  Little girl 
elflings were usually taught sewing before they reached her age of eight.

Glorfindel returned to sorting through the clothing.  “Look Gailion, oh these will 
look good on you.”  He held up a deep blue pair of velvet leggings and a light 
blue silk tunic.  “These are for dressing up.  Let’s see what else we have.  Ah, 
here they are.”  He uncovered several pair of blue and brown leggings for 
everyday wear, and an equal number of blue and brown tunics.  

“They are very nice, Ada,” Gailion said.  

“They belonged to Lord Elrond’s sons when they were small, many years ago.  
You will meet them soon.  They have been out on a patrol on our borders for a 
month, and it is almost time for them to come home.  The dresses belonged to 
Lord Elrond’s daughter, Arwen.  She is away visiting her grandparents, the Lord 
and Lady of Lothlorien, but she will be home soon, too.”

“We will thank them when they return, Ada.” Gailion said.  

“They will be very happy to see you in them, little one.  They will love having all 
of you here with us,” Glorfindel said.  “Now what else do we have here.  Oh, 
good, some underwear for you all.  Clothes for Faelion.  Oh, look Erestor!  
Remember this?”  Glorfindel held up a delicately embroidered baby’s gown.  

Erestor smiled.  “I do.  Elrohir’s.  He always looked adorable in that.  But may I 
say, I do believe our little Faelion will look even more adorable than he did?”

Glorfindel chuckled. “Indeed he will.  I am surprised how well all these clothes 
held up over the centuries.  They were stored well.  Now, what else is here?”  
There were more clothes for Faelion and more diapers.  Under the linens for the 
beds, he found the toys.  “And what do I have here?”  Smiling, he passed the 
small horse to Erestor for Faelion.  Erestor held it in front of the baby, who 
instantly grabbed it and shoved a leg in his mouth.  “Look, Gailion, a new friend 
for you.”  He handed the oliphant to Gailion.  The elfling smiled and hugged it to 
his chest.  With a great display, he held up the doll for Amdiriel.  

The little girl’s mouth formed a perfect “O”, and she held out her arms for the 
doll.  She held it in her arms and stroked the doll’s hair, looking down at it.  A 
tear rolled down her face, and she whispered, “I’ll never leave you.  I won’t.”  

Tears rolled down Erestor’s face as his heart broke again, and he pulled the little 
elfling onto his lap, cat, doll and all.  He held her tightly and rubbed his cheek 
against her soft hair.  “I’ll never leave you.  I won’t.  Oh, my little sweetheart.  I’ll 
never leave you.”



*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 5

Erestor gently rocked Amdiriel in his arms.  “I’ll never leave you, sweetheart, I 
won’t,” he whispered, again and again. 

Glorfindel pulled Gailion in his arms for a cuddle, partly to keep himself from 
sobbing.  Amdiriel had finally spoken, and it broke their hearts to hear her grief.  
Erestor with his big heart would be so good for her.  

Mel and Tur knocked and entered the room with their dinner.  Erestor finally 
lifted his head and spoke to Amdiriel.  “Are you hungry, my little one?”  The 
elfling nodded.  “Let us go and see what our friends brought us, then.  Tinnu, my 
friend, you will have to get off of Amdiriel’s lap now.”  The cat rose, stretched, 
and gave Amdiriel’s cheek another lick, making the elfling giggle.  Then he 
strolled back to his basket to clear the sticky sugar off of his fur.  Elflings!

Melpomaen and Turidon set the trays with their dinner on the table then found the 
linens they had brought earlier and took them into the bedroom to make up the 
elflings beds.  It was pretty obvious they had walked in on a private moment.  

Erestor and Glorfindel carried their elflings to the table.  The cooks had outdone 
themselves, and the trays were laden with fresh bread, a steaming meat dish of 
some sort, grilled vegetables, cheeses, several kinds of fruit, and sweets for desert.  
There was wine for the older elves and milk for the elflings.  

“Oh, yummy.” Glorfindel said.  “Are you hungry too, little one?”  Gailion 
nodded.  They added some pillows for height on two of the chairs, and set the 
little elflings in their chairs. Erestor made a plate for Amdiriel, while Glorfindel 
took care of Gailion.  

Erestor set the plate in front of Amdiriel.  “Here you are, sweetheart.”  Erestor 
poured her a glass of milk and set it in front of her.  The little elfling laid her doll 
next to the plate on the table and picked up her fork, then looked up at Erestor.  
Erestor nodded to her.  “Eat, little one.  I am not going anywhere.”  

Melpomaen poked his head around the door.  “The beds are all made up, Erestor.  
Um....we were wondering,” he pointed to the baby, still happily chewing on his 
horses leg on the floor.  Erestor smiled and nodded, and Mel picked up the baby 
and carried him into the bedroom.  A few moments later they heard sounds of 
giggling, cooing and silly elves talking baby talk coming from the room.  Erestor 
chuckled, grateful that his friends were looking after the baby so they could 
concentrate on the older elflings.

Amdiriel was still not eating.  Gailion was happily digging into his plate, and said,  
“Eat Amdiriel, it is really good.”  

Erestor moved his chair around next to her and sat, taking his own plate from 
Glorfindel.  “Thank you, my love.”  He began to eat and watched out of the 
corner of his eye.  Amdiriel began to eat when he did.  “Mmmm….this is good,” 
he said between bites.  “Do you like it, little one?”  Amdiriel nodded, and 
continued eating.  She had obviously been hungry.  Erestor beamed at Glorfindel.  

After dinner, Erestor and Glorfindel thanked Melpomaen and Turidon, and invited 
them to come back and baby sit any time they wanted.  It was obvious they were 
very taken with Faelion and had enjoyed watching him.  

Glorfindel first introduced Melpomaen to Amdiriel.  Mel knelt down in front of 
the elfling so he wouldn’t tower over her.  “I am so very glad to meet you 
Amdiriel.  And I am so glad you are here.  I am a very old and good friend of your 
new adas.  Will you let me be your friend, too?”  Amdiriel decided she liked this 
elf.  He was nice, and he and the other elf had brought her the doll.  She shyly 
nodded her head.  “Oh, good.  Will you let me give you a hug?”  Another nod.  
Melpomaen carefully enfolded the little elfling in his arms and kissed the top of 
her head.  Then he tickled her behind her ear, and she giggled.    “Would you like 
to meet my husband?”  Another nod.  He stood up, picking up the elfling and 
carrying her over to Turidon.  “This is my husband, Turidon.  But you can call 
him Tur.  And you can call me Mel.  He is a warrior, and he is very, very old.”  

Amdiriel stared wide-eyed at the big elf.  He was as big as Glorfindel.  And then 
Turidon smiled and held out his arms to her.  She nodded to Mel and allowed the 
big elf to take her and hold her.  “Hello, beautiful one.  I am very happy to meet 
you.” Tur smiled at her, and she shyly smiled back before holding her arms out to 
Erestor.  

Erestor couldn’t be happier.  Amdiriel had actually asked him to take her.  He 
held her as they watched Gailion be subjected to the same treatment.   

“We will leave you all alone now.  Just send someone for us if you need anything, 
all right?” Turidon said, as he and Mel gathered the dinner trays to return to the 
kitchen.  “We will just leave the extra fruit and sweets here in case the little ones 
get hungry later.  Good night everyone.”

Erestor and Glorfindel thanked them again before they left.  “What good friends 
we have,” Glorfindel said.

“Aye, and we are not the only ones,” Erestor said.  “Mel told me Lindir and 
Taurfaeron are helping Caladir and Gurvelon, and two of Amarion’s friends are 
helping him and Diwen.”

“Is everyone so nice here, Ada?” Gailion asked Glorfindel.

“Aye, little one.  Everyone in Imladris is.  We all help each other whenever 
someone needs help,” Glorfindel answered.

Gailion nodded.  “We did, too.  In the village, I mean.”

“It is what elves do, sweetheart.  It is how we are,” Erestor said.  “Now, how 
would you two like to get a bubble bath and then get into your nice soft 
nightshirts instead of these tunics the guards fashioned for you?”  

“What is a bubble bath, Ada?” the inquisitive Gailion asked.

“Well, it is a nice hot bath in a big bathtub with soap that makes lots of nice big 
bubbles.  How did you bathe in the village, little one?” Erestor asked.

“In the river.  When it was cold and snowy outside Ada would bring in a big 
barrel half and fill it with water for us in front of the fire.  I liked that.”

“Well, let me show you what we have in here.  You will really like it then.”  
Erestor replied.

A few minutes later, the two elflings were sitting in a hot bubble bath, giggling 
happily as their adas washed them.  

At a knock at the door, Glorfindel called, “Enter.”  

“Erestor?  Glorfindel? Where are you?” Elrond called.  

“In the bathroom.”

Elrond walked to the bathroom and stood in the doorway looking at the happy 
scene.  “I just wanted to check how everyone is doing.”   He was pleased to see 
Amdiriel looking happier.

“As you can see, my Lord, we like bubble baths.” Erestor said.  “Oh, Elrond, 
would you mind just checking if the baby is all right?  He is in his cradle.”

Elrond walked to the cradle and found the baby soundly sleeping, a soggy horse’s 
leg lying on his chin.  He grinned, remembering his own sons at that age.

“He is just fine, Erestor.  Sound asleep.  I forgot you might like to have a rocking 
chair for him.  I will have someone bring one up.  Anything else you need?”

“No, thank you, Elrond.  Thank you for everything,” Erestor said.

Elrond nodded and smiled.  “Goodnight then.  I will see you in the morning.”  He 
winked at the elflings and left.

A few minutes later, the rocking chair arrived and was placed in the bedroom. 

Erestor and Glorfindel finally managed to coax the elflings out of the bathtub.  
Bath time was never going to be an issue with them, it seemed.  They dried the 
elflings with large fluffy towels, put on their nightshirts and set them in front of 
the fire to dry their hair.  By now it was evident that Erestor was going to be 
Amdiriel’s primary caregiver, and Glorfindel would be Gailion’s - at least for a 
while, until the elflings felt more secure.  

Amdiriel sat on Erestor’s lap as he gently combed through her hair.  “Such 
beautiful hair you have, my lovely one.  You are as beautiful as a princess.”  He 
leaned around and planted a loud kiss on her cheek.  “I love you, sweetheart.”  

In a little while, their hair was dry.  Glorfindel picked up a sleepy Gailion and sat 
on the elfling’s new little bed, his back against the wall, and held his oldest son, 
humming a soft song.

Erestor picked up Amdiriel and sat in the rocking chair with her, cuddling and 
rocking her.  Amdiriel touched his face with a small hand, exploring it.  “Will you 
love me and stay with me forever?” she whispered.

“Forever, my darling.  I will love you forever, and I will stay with you forever,” 
Erestor whispered.

“My Ada.  I love you, Ada.”  Amdiriel snuggled into Erestor’s chest holding him 
tight, and so she didn’t see the tears of joy streaming down her Ada’s face.

Erestor wondered how it was possible for him to have fallen so in love with his 
new elflings so fast, or them with him.  Knowing there really wasn’t an answer, 
he silently thanked the Valar for the grace they had received.

~~~~
Varda smiled and bowed her head to her spouse.  “Thank you, husband.”

“Did I not tell you I would see to it that they loved each other and ease the 
elflings’ memories, beloved?  Had you so little faith in me?” Manwe asked.

“Never, my Lord.  Never.”



*~*~*~*~*

Note: Conversations indicated with a single ‘…..’ are Erestor and Glorfindel 
silently mind speaking to each other.

Chapter 6

A while later, the elflings were all sound asleep in their beds.  Erestor and 
Glorfindel stood with their arms wrapped around each other, contentedly looking 
down at them.

“Bath or sitting room,” Erestor whispered.  

“Bath.  I am filthy.”  

Erestor grabbed nightshirts out of their wardrobe, and they quietly moved into the 
bathroom, carefully closing the door behind them.  They would have to keep 
quiet.  That would be a change.  Erestor opened the taps to fill the bathtub, and 
glanced at the bath oils.  Lavender, nice soothing lavender would be nice.  He 
added the oil to the water, and then helped Glorfindel undress.  Time to take care 
of a husband.  Yum.

Glorfindel sat at the end of the bath, head laid back and eyes closed, unwinding 
from five days of riding, a minor Orc battle, finding the village, the elflings and 
all the rest.

Erestor removed his robes, leggings, and undershirt, letting them drop 
haphazardly to the floor.  Entering the bathtub, he seated himself on Glorfindel’s 
lap, facing him and wrapping his legs around his lover’s waist.  “Hello, my love,” 
he whispered.  Welcome home.”  He kissed Glorfindel’s closed eyes, and then the 
tip of his nose, before capturing his mouth in a kiss that left them both breathless.  

Glorfindel wrapped his arms around Erestor and whispered in his ear, “Have I 
told you yet today how much I love you.”  Erestor’s ear was licked and gently 
nipped.  

“Glorfindel, my dear husband, if you do not take me this minute, you will wish 
you were back with the Balrog,” Erestor whispered, as he gently nibbled on 
Glorfindel’s neck.  Dear Valar, how he loved this elf.  Glorfindel was the other 
half of his soul.  

Glorfindel took a sharp breath.  “And just how would you like to be taken, my 
lusty sweet one,” he whispered.  One of Erestor’s nipples was captured in a hot 
mouth and suckled.

Erestor groaned as silently as he could.  Reaching for a vial of the thick, 
waterproof oil they had discovered, he poured it over his fingers, reached behind 
himself and quickly thrust two fingers inside, rapidly preparing himself.  He 
removed his fingers, poured more oil over them, then reached in front and 
covered Glorfindel’s engorged member with the oil.  Covering Glorfindel’s 
mouth with his own to smother his moans, he rose up, and impaled himself on the 
hard cock in one swift movement.  

Glorfindel’s tongue thrust in his mouth as he raised himself up again and thrust 
back down.  Glorfindel’s hands cupped his buttocks, helping him move up and 
down on the thick member.  Mouths parted briefly for a breath, then attached 
again.  Again and again he impaled himself forcing Glorfindel’s cock against his 
prostate.  The air filled with the familiar electric sizzle, the physical manifestation 
of their bond, as the lovers rocked silently against each other.

‘Oh, Erestor, oh baby, I love you.’  The words rolled through Erestor’s mind.  
Their lips never parted. 

‘What….was that….Oh Glorfindel….I heard you, I heard you....in my mind.’

‘I hear you too, baby….I hear you.’

‘Oh, my love….it’s wonderful, so wonderful….Oh, I love you….Oh, you feel so 
good.’

‘Oh..baby….I love you….I love you, my Erestor.’  Glorfindel thrust his hips up 
and wrapped a hand around Erestor’s hard cock between them, stroking in time 
with his thrusts.

Erestor whimpered softly. ‘Oh, I love it when you do that.’

Lips finally drew apart for breath, and Erestor rested his brow on Glorfindel’s, 
lost in his oneness with his husband.  He was no longer even able to raise himself 
up, he just felt, and felt, and listened to Glorfindel’s sweet words in his mind.  

Glorfindel could feel Erestor was close, and he covered his mouth with his own.  
‘Come for me, my sweet one.’

Erestor’s wail as he came was stifled by Glorfindel’s mouth.   Glorfindel pressed 
their lips tighter together and screamed, ‘Erestor!’ in his mind as he thrust once 
more and filled his husband with his essence and love.  The two elves collapsed, 
panting against each other, waiting for the electric sizzle to leave their bodies.

‘Oh, I am so happy, my love.  I love you, my darling Glorfindel.  You have 
brought me such joy this day.’

‘I love you, my sweet Erestor.’  Glorfindel sighed contentedly.  ‘Your joy is mine, 
my love.’

Finally, after long minutes had passed, they roused themselves, changed the bath 
water, and actually bathed.  They donned their never-before-used nightshirts, and 
lay in front of the fire, draped across each other, waiting for their hair to dry, then 
crawled into their bed together.  

“Erestor, I do not think I like these robes between us,” Glorfindel whispered.  

“Neither do I,” Erestor whispered back.  He rolled over to face Glorfindel, and set 
about unbuttoning their nightshirts from top to bottom.  “Good thing these silly 
things open all the way down.”  Then opening them wide, he curled himself 
against Glorfindel.  “We just have to remember to hold them closed if we have to 
get up for the little ones.”

“Hmmm….so much better, my clever little love,” Glorfindel whispered.  Then he 
gave Erestor a sweet, gentle kiss, and they joined their elflings in reverie, arms 
securely wound around each other. 

Tbc…..