Title:   The Strong Heart (13-14/14)
Author: Aglarien
Rating:  NC-17
Type: FPS 
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel; Caladir/Gurvelon; surprise pairing
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine.  Except for the cats. 
Warning:  AU.  
Summary:  Turidon discovers something about his old friend.


*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 13

Gurvelon’s desk and chair, contaminated with the deadly poison, burned in the 
courtyard.  Nestoron had added the deadly vial and the gloves to the fire.

The Lothlorien elves removed Thalahir’s body to a room in the healing house, 
where several members of the Lothlorien Guard would stand vigil until sunset of 
the next day, when his body would be placed on the pyre.

Turidon sat in a chair in Elrond’s office, still shaking, tears running down his 
face.  His friend, little Melpomaen, stood beside him, a gentle hand on his 
shoulder.  Melpomaen wished he knew how to comfort the warrior.  

Elrond knelt in front of Turidon and took his hands.  “Turidon, my old friend, 
look at me.”  The warrior lifted his eyes to Elrond.  “You did what had to be done, 
my friend.  You did what I would have done.  We protect this valley from evil.  
Any evil, whatever its source.  There was no other way.  You did well.”

Turidon nodded.  “Thank you my Lord.  I…I know.  But he was an elf.  We could 
have helped him!”

“Aye, and we would have, had he let us.  Turidon, there was no other choice.  Do 
not judge yourself wrong for this, for no one, not Manwe himself, will.  You 
saved the life of a small elfling.  Trust me in this.  Come now, you must rest.  You 
have guarded us well.”

“I will help him, my Lord,” Melpomaen said softly.  “He will stay with me 
tonight.”  Turidon looked up at his little friend.  Mel smiled at him gently and 
nodded.  “Come on, old warrior.  I will take care of you.”  He pulled Turidon by 
the hand and led him out of the room.  

Erestor and Glorfindel were waiting outside of Elrond’s office.  Glorfindel 
embraced his old friend, and said quietly, “Thank you.  Thank you for saving 
Saercaeron.  There was nothing any of the rest of us could do.  If you had not 
been there, we would have lost him.”

“I am so sorry it ended that way, Glorfindel.  I did not want to have to do that,” 
Turidon answered.

“I know, my friend.  None of us did.  Go and rest now. You have done well.”  
Glorfindel and Erestor went into Elrond’s office.

“You see, Tur?  No one thinks you were in the wrong.”  Wrapping his arm around 
the warrior, they walked to his room.

“You are a good friend, Mel, even if you are young.”

 “So are you, Tur, even if you are older than Elrond.”

Reaching his rooms, Mel led Turidon inside.  At his last promotion, Melpomaen 
had been given a larger room that included his own bath.  His bedroom was so 
large that he had made a sitting area with chairs surrounding the large fireplace, a 
small sofa, and table and chairs he could use for working or dining.  He had even 
gotten a larger bed, as the room seemed to swallow his old smaller one.  The 
warrior slumped into a chair at the table.

“Aiya, Mel, I feel so bad,” Turidon said sadly.

“I know, dear friend.  I would give anything to be able to make you feel better.”  
Melpomaen poured two glasses of wine and brought them to the table.  He handed 
one to Turidon, and sat opposite his friend, watching him sip at his wine.  Tur was 
so old, but he looked younger than Elrond.  His dark brown hair hung lose around 
his beautiful face instead of being tied back, which was how he usually wore it.  
The gray eyes, which usually sparkled with merriment, were sad.   Tears formed 
in Mel’s eyes as he watched his friend.  He didn’t know what to do to make 
Turidon feel better, but he knew what he wanted.  What he had always wanted, 
from the time he was still years away from his majority so many centuries ago.  It 
was time.

“Tur, come sit with me by the fire.  Please?”  Taking his glass of wine, he walked 
to the fireplace, and sat down on the heavy fur rugs laid in front of it.  When 
Turidon sat down beside him, he took their glasses of wine and set them aside. 
Then he crawled onto the warrior’s lap and wrapped his arms around Turidon’s 
neck, resting his head on the broad shoulder.

Turidon wrapped an arm around his friend and stroked the little elf’s soft hair.  
“Mel, what’s wrong,” he asked softly.  The head on his shoulder just settled 
closer.  “Mel?”

Melpomaen lifted his head, his soft blue eyes meeting sad gray ones.  He placed a 
soft kiss on the warrior’s brow, looked again into the gray eyes, then lowered his 
head and kissed the warrior’s soft lips tenderly.  

Turidon gasped, feeling the lips he had always wanted to kiss on his.  Mel ended 
the tender kiss and, heart pounding in fear Tur would be angry with him, laid his 
head back on the shoulder, nuzzling closer into the warrior’s neck.  

“Mel?  Why did you kiss me?” Turidon’s whispering voice was shaky. 

Mel swallowed hard. It was now or never. “I love you Tur, I always have. Ever 
since I was a little elfling,” he whispered.

“But I am so old, and you are not even one thousand years old.  I am too old, too 
hardened for you, little one.”

“What is old to an elf, Tur?  I remember the first time I knew I loved you.  I was 
watching you return from a patrol, astride a great horse.  You were laughing with 
the others.  Then you jumped down off the horse and saw me.  You picked me up 
and twirled me around, laughing.  I was maybe forty years old then.  I knew.  I am 
nearly nine hundred now and I have never loved another.  I never will.  I was born 
for you alone.  I have been waiting for you to love me back”

Melpomean couldn’t see the tears streaming down Turidon’s face.  Finally one 
fell, and he felt it hit his cheek.  He raised his head and kissed the tears from the 
warrior’s face.  “Will you not love me, Tur?” he whispered.

Turidon stifled a sob.  Never had he guessed this sweet little elf loved him.  He 
was lost.  Lost in the love of his dear little friend.  And his heart that he locked 
tight against his unrequited love burst open.  Holding Melpomaen tighter, he 
sobbed out, “You love me?”

“Forever, if you will have me, my love.”  

Turidon captured Melpomaen’s mouth in a searing kiss.  It was not a tender kiss, 
but it was loving all the same.  Tongues reached for each other and danced wildly, 
hands grasped and pulled, and moans filled the room.  It was Mel’s first lovers 
kiss, and it was perfect.  

Clothes were ripped and thrown aside as the two fought to feel the other’s flesh 
against their own.  Necks and ears and lips were ravaged.  Breathless words of 
love were whispered.  Turidon devoured every inch of Melpomaen’s body with 
kisses and licks, stopping to suckle here and there.  He couldn’t taste enough of 
his beautiful love.  

Melpomaen arched and screamed as his engorged cock was swallowed to the hilt.  
Never had he dreamed he could feel like this.  His fingers curled in Turidon’s hair 
as he thrust into the wet heat.  “Oh, Tur…Oh…I..love you..Oh..what are you 
doing to me…Oh!”
Hands stroked his sides and a pointed tongue teased his slit before Tur took him 
fully into his mouth again.  Fingers gently cupped and stroked his sacs.  Mel 
arched and wailed his pleasure as he came explosively in his lover’s mouth.  
Gentle hands held him as he lay panting.

Turidon straddled his perfect little love, and kissed him passionately.  Tears once 
again filled his eyes as he cupped his hands around the beautiful face looking up 
at him with so much love.  “I love you, my darling Mel.  I will love you forever.”  



*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 14

One week later…….

It was late, long after other elves had retired to their beds, as Lindir and 
Taurfaeron wandered through the gardens hand-in-hand.  They had spent 
much time together during the last week getting to know one another, and had 
even sparred together on a few occasions.  Taurfaeron had been amazed at the 
minstrel’s skill with knives, and had complimented the elf several times alone 
and in front of his guards.  The Lothlorien captain was swiftly losing his heart 
to this incredible little elf.  He regularly melted under the influence of Lindir’s 
golden voice, and could sit for hours listening to him sing.  

Stopping under a large oak tree, Taurfaeron drew Lindir closer.  “Lindir,” he 
said quietly, gazing down at the smaller elf, “I would like…would you allow me 
to court you?”

Lindir smiled shyly and a faint pink blush ran up his face.  Taurfaeron thought he 
looked adorable.  The little minstrel nodded and said softly, “Aye, Taurfaeron, I 
would like that.”

A brilliant smile lit Taurfaeron’s face.  “Lindir, I think I have fallen in love with 
you.”

Lindir moved closer.  “And I you,” he whispered, lifting his face.  “Will you kiss 
me, Taurfaeron?” Arms moved around his back as he was gently held.  He 
shivered in anticipation just before soft lips descended on his.  

In the shadows, a figure watched and smiled, knowing it would not be long before 
the two elves exchanged silver betrothal rings.  Taking one last look, Lorien, the 
Vala of visions and dreams, turned and floated into the Last Homely House.  He 
always enjoyed being sent to Imladris and checking up on his favorite elves.  
Coming to the first room he was looking for, he shimmered through the door.

Melpomaen and Turidon lay together in the large bed, the smaller elf held tightly 
in the strong arms he was curled up in.  Lorien was happy to see that the ancient 
warrior had finally accepted the elf chosen for him by the Valar as a reward for 
his millennia of faithfulness and bravery.  He smiled at the newly bonded couple, 
almost sorry he had to give them the dream he carried for them.  But it was 
necessary for Turidon to heal. When the warrior realized that Melpomaen shared 
the same dream, he would understand.  What Turidon had done was right and had 
the sanction of the Valar. 

The two elves tensed as they began to dream.  Melpomaen whimpered and 
Turidon groaned.  They were seeing what would have happened had Turidon not 
killed Thalahir.  They saw the little elfling, Saercaeron, brutally slain.  
Melpomaen sobbed in his sleep and silent tears ran down Turidon’s face as the 
dream passed into the next scene.  Hoards of Orcs, lead by Thalahir invaded 
Imladris through secret, unseen passages.  Many elves were slaughtered before 
they could mount a defense, including little Melpomaen.  

Turidon finally awoke, screaming the name of his beloved.  His scream instantly 
waking Melpomaen, the two elves clung to each other, panting and sobbing as 
they told each other of their dream.  It was done.  In the morning, they would 
understand.  Unseen, Lorien sent them both back into reverie, allowing a vision of 
their beautiful future together to ease their sleep.

The Vala moved down the hall to his next assignment.   Shimmering through a 
wall or two, he emerged in the bedroom, smiling down at the occupants.  Caladir 
lay wrapped around the little Gurvelon.  The strong heart and his light.  Lorien 
smiled at the glowing couple.  Never had he seen two elves that made love more 
often than these two.  Well, unless he included Erestor and Glorfindel, but they 
were still newly bonded.  Perhaps the gift the Valar had in store for them would 
curtail that particular activity, but knowing them, Lorien doubted it.  They would 
still find a way.  

The Vala sent a vision into Caladir’s sleeping mind.  A vision that would draw 
him to the Misty Mountains in the morning.  Smiling once more at the couple, 
Lorien turned and entered the hall, heading for his last assignment.

Shimmering through the last set of doors and walls, the Vala emerged next to 
Erestor and Glorfindel.  Lorien grinned.   Too early for these two - they were not 
asleep yet.  And it would be cruel to interrupt them just now.  

Smiling, Lorien entered the sitting room and materialized.  Sitting down by the 
cats’ basket, he picked up a black ball of fuzz to stroke it.  Waking at his kitten’s 
meow, Tinnu prepared to defend his little one.  Then he recognized the being 
holding the kitten.  He had been here before.  It was safe.  Tinnu left the basket 
and joined his kitten on the being’s lap.  He had always liked this creature that 
looked so much like an elf, but was not.  He never came to Imladris without 
stopping to visit Tinnu.  Tinnu heard the non-elf speak to him in his mind, telling 
him what beautiful kittens he had and how lovely his mate was.  Tinnu purred.  

Glorfindel lay atop Erestor, thrusting his tongue into his husband’s mouth as his 
hard member finally pushed into the tight channel.  Erestor wrapped his legs 
around his lover’s waist as he gripped the shoulders above him and moaned.  

Breaking the kiss and burying his head on Erestor’s shoulder, Glorfindel thrust 
again and again into the quivering warmth.  “Oh, Erestor…baby  …so 
good…always so good,” Glorfindel panted before sucking on the soft neck below 
him and biting gently.

Erestor wailed.  “More…harder…Oh…Glor…more.”

Glorfindel moved one hand and lifted Erestor’s hips, allowing him to thrust 
deeper.  “Like this, baby?  Is this what you want, lover?”

Erestor screamed as Glorfindel’s cock slammed into his prostate, again and again.  
Tears of ecstasy ran down his face as he moaned and wailed, digging his 
fingernails into Glorfindel’s back.    

Glorfindel felt Erestor’s muscles convulsing around his cock, and knew his lover 
was close.  He reached between them and grabbed Erestor’s engorged member, 
stroking it firmly.  “Come for me, baby.  My sweet baby….I love you so much.”  

Erestor screamed Glorfindel’s name as his warm essence shot out between them.  
Glorfindel thrust once, then a second time into the quivering channel before he 
arched his back and came explosively, shouting Erestor’s name.

In the sitting room, Lorien listened to the elves and smiled.  The Valar had a gift 
for these two strong elves, as well as Caladir and Gurvelon.  He waited, listening 
to words of eternal love as the elves finally fell into reverie.  The Vala placed the 
cats back in their basket, stroking the soft fur one last time.  Speaking to Tinnu in 
his mind, he told the cat what was going to happen, and made a suggestion.  
Tinnu considered what the Vala said, then meowed his consent.  He would talk 
Glirien into it in the morning.  Lorien smiled at the cat, as his form shimmered 
into invisibility once again.  

Lorien entered the bedroom and gazed at the elves, a soft glow still hovering 
around them.  Yes, these two were strong and good.  Erestor and Glorfindel were 
perfect for the task, as well as deserving.  He sent a vision into Glorfindel’s mind.  
A vision that matched the one he had given Caladir.  

Lorien smiled one last time, and instantly was back in Valinor.  He stood before 
Manwe.  “It is done, my Lord.  Glorfindel and Caladir will leave in the morning.”

“That is good,” Manwe replied, “they will need to hurry.  There is no time to 
waste.”

“Will you allow their memories to fade quickly, my Lord?  I would hate to see 
them suffer from what they will see.”

The two Vala were joined by a third, Varda.  The spouse of Manwe smiled gently.  
“Fear not, Lorien.  We will not allow them to suffer, will we, my dear?”

Manwe raised his eyes at Varda, then sighed, resigning himself to his wife’s 
wishes. “Very well, my dear.  It shall happen as you desire.”

“And they will accept the others nearly immediately?   And you must fill the 
hearts of the others with love for them.”  Varda added, knowing how far to push 
her mate.

Manwe nodded.
 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
In the morning, Glorfindel awoke with a gasp.

“What is it, my love?  What is wrong?” Erestor asked.  

“I am not sure, sweetheart.  Something is wrong.  Near the Misty Mountains.  
Something calls me there.  I saw a small village of elves.  Orcs attacking.  I have 
to go.”

“Glorfindel, you do not have the gift of foresight.  Could the Valar have sent you 
a vision?”

“I do not know, beloved.  But I know I have to go.  This morning.  Now.”

Erestor nodded.  “Then you shall.”

Glorfindel rose and dressed quickly.  He was hurrying out of the door to alert 
Caladir to form two patrols, and nearly collided with his second in command as 
he opened the door.  

“Glorfindel,” Caladir said, anxiously, “we have to leave.  Now.  There is a village 
near the Misty Mountains.”  

Erestor peered around the two warriors and saw Gurvelon standing, wide-eyed.  
He looked at his friend and nodded.  He placed a hand on Glorfindel’s arms and 
said, “You two go and see to it.  Gurvelon and I will inform Elrond.”  He kissed 
his husband sweetly, and said, “Fare you well, my love.  Come back to me safe. I 
love you.”   

Glorfindel kissed Erestor passionately, then whispered, “Thank you, beloved.  I 
love you.”

“Come, Caladir,” Glorfindel called to his second.  Caladir released his little 
husband, and followed Glorfindel.  

Gurvelon watched them leave, then turned to Erestor.  “What happened?”

Erestor shared Glorfindel’s dream with his friend as Gurvelon nodded.  

“Aye, it is the same as Caladir’s.”

Erestor sighed.  “Well, let us go and inform Elrond.”  The two elves set out to find 
their Lord, as Glorfindel and Caladir formed two patrols totaling one hundred 
warriors.  Within minutes, they rode out of Imladris, toward the Misty Mountains.

The End


(But not the end.  To be continued in the next story taking place in my little 
universe, called Finding Hope.) 
Agie