Title: Betrothal to an Elf Part 13 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel Rating: R Summary: Erestor continues his story. Genre: Romance Word count: 542 Warnings: Talk of sexual abuse Beta: Aglarien Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Authors Note: The prompts used were 25 Mar 2006 – ‘master’; 31 Mar 2006 – ‘vulnerability’; 2 Apr 2006 – ‘hiding’; 5 Apr 2006 – ‘whisper’; 15 Apr 2006 – ‘secret’; 23 May 2006 – ‘slave‘; 28 May 2006 – ‘searching‘; 21 Aug 2006 – ‘forbidden’; 22 Aug 2006 – ‘guilt’ and ‘skirt‘; 24 Aug 2006 – ‘promiscuous’; 4 Sep 2006 – ‘punish/punishment’ and ‘golden’; 11 Sep 2006 – ‘justice’; 2 July 2007 – ‘concern’; 15 July 2007 – ‘cold’; 21 July 2007 – ‘charm’ ************************ “Glorfindel?” “Hmm?” “I feel a little cold; will you hold me?” Glorfindel looked at Erestor with some concern. “You have always been feeling cold of late. Should you not be seeing Elrond?” The darkling elf shook his head. “No,” he said quietly. “For too long my thoughts have dwelt in the shadows; now that they have finally felt some warmth, they are loathe to return. And when they do, that is when I feel cold.” Erestor’s vulnerability made Glorfindel feel suddenly more protective of his lover than before. What Gil-galad had done to the advisor had horrified the golden warrior. If the king was alive today, Glorfindel would have taken great pleasure in devising a suitable punishment for him, whether he was king or not. “What are you thinking of?” Erestor’s voice was a whisper, yet his gaze searching, his mien sombre. “Thinking of how I would mete out justice to Gil-galad if he was alive today,” Glorfindel answered truthfully. “Do not,” Erestor replied tiredly. “What is done is done. Even if he was still alive, punishing him will not reverse what happened.” “Yet you still feel guilt over his death, something you had absolutely nothing to do with.” “I do not.” “You do; do not skirt the issue, Erestor. Tell me, why did you keep a secret what Gil-galad did to you? Was it some sort of punishment you decided to mete out to yourself for your so- called guilt? Did you believe after Gil-galad died that you deserved what had been done to you?” Erestor stared at Glorfindel. “I do not know,” he finally replied. “Mayhap I did.” He shifted slightly in his chair. “He was very good at belittling me, Glorfindel, to the point where I began to believe what he told me. He saw himself as my master, and I his slave. Anything I did was purely for his pleasure, and his alone. If he saw me with another elf, he accused me of being promiscuous. In the end, I was forbidden to be with another elf unless he was present. Otherwise, I would be punished.” The darkling elf’s voice was quiet, monotone. “Even though I loved him, there were times when I felt I could no longer take any more. But he somehow always managed to sense this and, when he did, he would turn on the charm, and I would once more find myself under his thrall, allowing him to do to me whatever he wished.” “Did anyone else know?” Erestor thought momentarily of Elrond, but decided against mentioning to Glorfindel what the elf-lord had told him. He did not want Glorfindel to direct any of his animosity towards Elrond when, in truth, Elrond could not have done anything. Any attempt by the then Herald would only have resulted in Gil-galad’s wrath falling upon his head. “No. Gil-galad was careful of the image he presented to his people.” Glorfindel’s eyes narrowed; he suspected the Erestor was hiding something, but decided for now not to push the issue. “I am glad you finally told me, melethen. I know this can not have been easy for you,” he said quietly. “So am I.” The darkling elf made himself comfortable, laying his head on Glorfindel’s shoulder, and closed his eyes. ************************ Elvish translations: melethen – my love *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Title: Betrothal to an Elf Part 14 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrohir/Lothvaen, Elladan Rating: PG Summary: Elladan muses, and things come to a head with Elrohir and Lothvaen. Genre: Romance Word count: 776 Warnings: None Beta: Aglarien Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Authors Note: The prompts used were 22 Mar 2006 – ‘lonely’; 4 Apr 2006 – ‘dawn’; 11 Apr 2006 – ‘flirt’; 12 Apr 2006 – ‘shy’; 16 Apr 2006 – ‘blush’; 20 Apr 2006 – ‘three’; 26 May 2006 – ‘sleeping‘; 20 Jun 2006 – ‘unfaithful‘; 6 Oct 2006 – ‘diplomatic/diplomacy/diplomat’; 2 Nov 2006 – ‘letter’; 25 July 2007 – ‘tutor’ ************************ Elladan was feeling lonely. It had been months since he received Orophin’s letter and, while he was still saddened that his relationship with the Galadhel had ended, he was ready to move on. Elrohir was content to go months on end without someone in his life, but Elladan was not. He needed companionship. He had not spoken to his brother any further about his relationship with Lothvaen, and began to wonder if there was still something between the two of them. Certainly they had not been seen together for a few weeks now, leading to persistent speculation that Elrohir and Lothvaen were no longer a couple. Elladan sighed. There were times when he was tired of the interest shown in both him and his brother. He had lost count of the number of ellyn and ellith that had approached them, hoping that either of the twins would favour them. Some would flirt; others were too shy and would merely stand there and blush. Shaking his head, Elladan stood and started to make his way back to the house. He had been up since dawn, unable to sleep with too many thoughts crowding his head. But now he was tired, and decided he would get some rest before dinner. He wondered if Erestor would be there; his former tutor had not shown for the last three nights, though Glorfindel had reassured all and sundry that the advisor was well. But Elladan sensed the underlying concern within the seneschal. As he made his way back, Elladan espied his twin with Lothvaen, and stopped. The two elves were deep in conversation, but there was nothing…loving about them. It was if they were just friends having a discourse of some sort. As Elladan continued to watch, he could see the frustration on his brother’s face, while Lothvaen seemed close to tears. Whatever the two were discussing, it was not going down well, especially with the scribe. Moments later, Lothvaen turned and walked rapidly away from Elrohir, leaving the younger twin with a scowl on his face. Deciding there was no point in pretending he hadn’t seen anything, Elladan approached his brother. “I take it you said something that Lothvaen did not particularly like?” he asked mildly as soon has he was close enough. Elrohir turned a disgruntled face to his brother. “I wish I were as diplomatic as Adar,” he said. “Unfortunately my tact is sadly lacking.” “What happened?” Elladan asked with some concern. “We are no longer together.” “Elrohir, the two of you have not been seen together for some time now.” “I know, but you may now consider it official. And I have officially broken his heart.” Elladan looked at his brother. “I am sure you did not mean to, tôren,” he said quietly. “You sometimes just have an unfortunate way with words.” Elrohir snorted. “Unfortunate? It was more than ‘unfortunate’, Elladan.” He sighed gustily. “Even though Lothvaen and I have not been together lately, I have not been with anyone else. However, not only did he accuse me of being unfaithful during that time, but also during the time when we *were* together.” “Where in Mordor did he get that idea?” Elladan was astonished. The younger Peredhel shook his head. “He saw me together with Saelbeth and came to the wrong conclusion. When I tried to explain to him that we were just friends, that Saelbeth was with Silinde, he would not listen. He accused me of sleeping with Saelbeth. Needless to say, after that, my tongue ran away with me, and things went rapidly worse from there.” Elladan drew his brother into his arms. “I am sorry,” he said simply. “I am glad you do not judge me,” Elrohir said quietly. “I know you, that is why,” Elladan responded. “You have always been the more impetuous, and there are times when you do not think before you speak.” “Thank the Valar you do,” Elrohir chuckled. “One of us needs to be blessed with some sort of tact.” “A shame you were not blessed with anything at all,” Elladan drawled. Elrohir looked at his brother in disbelief, but then saw the mirth twinkling in Elladan’s eyes. “Why, you…” Elrohir punched his brother on the shoulder. “Ow! That hurt!” “It was supposed to, you wretch!” Elladan rubbed the spot where his brother hit him. “You know I am but merely teasing you, tôren. I am sorry if I offended.” Elrohir sighed. “I know. I apologise for hitting you.” A mischievous look appeared in his eyes. “Shall I kiss it better for you?” he teased. His mien sobered, however, as he noted the strange look on his brother’s face. ************************ Elvish translations: Adar – father ellith – female elves ellyn – male elves Galadhel – tree elf Peredhel – half elf tôren – brother *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Title: Betrothal to an Elf Part 15 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel Rating: NC17 Summary: It is Erestor’s begetting day. Genre: Romance Word count: 844 Warnings: Elf smut Beta: Aglarien Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Authors Note: The prompts used were 28 Mar 2006 – ‘shhh!’; 29 Apr 2006 – ‘pillow’; 3 May 2006 – ‘deep’; 18 May 2006 – ‘kiss’; 22 May 2006 – ‘delectable’; 25 Aug 2006 – ‘begetting day’ and ‘dark elf‘; 2 Oct 2006 – ‘sword‘; 20 Oct 2006 – ‘eager’ ************************ Waking up, Glorfindel turned his head to look at Erestor. The advisor was still deep in sleep, his hair in disarray on the pillow. The seneschal smiled. His lover really looked rather delectable, and Glorfindel couldn’t resist the temptation to kiss Erestor. “Mmm…” “Maer aur, melethen.” Erestor stretched, an act copied by Aranel at the foot of the bed as she woke from her slumber, a little disgruntled at having been disturbed. “Maer aur, Glorfindel.” “Happy begetting day.” Erestor stared, puzzled. “Is it? Surely it can not…” “It is, Erestor. Had you truly forgotten?” The advisor blinked. “Is it really that day?” Glorfindel raised himself. “Yes, it is, and I have arranged it so that we both do not have to work.” “Why?” “Why? Because I have organised it so that we celebrate your begetting day!” Glorfindel said with some exasperation. “But I have not celebrated my begetting day for a long time.” “Which changes as from now, melethen, whether you like it or not.” Glorfindel leaned down and gave his lover a thorough kiss, making the advisor’s toes curl. “If that is how we are starting the celebration, then I have no objections,” Erestor said. Glorfindel grinned. “Good, because there is more of that coming. In fact…” He proceeded to kiss Erestor once more, leaving the advisor in no doubt as to where it was leading. “Wait, Glorfindel…” he began to protest feebly. “Shhh! No more talking from you. Today it is all about you. Relax, and enjoy.” The seneschal gave a tug at Erestor’s nightshirt. “This, however, definitely has to go. Off, now!” Erestor sighed and did as Glorfindel ordered. In truth, he wanted this. Memories of the last time Glorfindel made love to him flooded his mind as he lay back, and he sighed once more, this time contentedly, as Glorfindel began his explorations. He gave a small yelp as his lover bit one of his nipples, even though it was not hard. Glorfindel raised his head. “Did I hurt you?” he asked softly. Erestor shook his head. “You just surprised me, that is all.” “Would you prefer if I did not do it?” “I do not know…it is not something you had done before.” Glorfindel smiled. “Then let me continue, melethen. I promise I will make it better.” Erestor swallowed. “I know you will,” he whispered. The seneschal lowered his head and once more bit, but then laved the nipple with his tongue until it stood in a hard peak, smiling briefly as he heard Erestor moan before proceeding to do the same with the other nipple. Once done, he gradually moved down, raining kisses on Erestor’s chest and abdomen, his chin bumping the advisor’s very obvious erection. “Glorfindel…please…” “Please, what?” “Do not tease!” “Tease? I would never do that.” Erestor raised his head slightly to glare at the seneschal. “Yes, you would. Now do something!” “My, my, we are eager…” “And you are not?” The glint in Glorfindel’s eyes was enough of an answer for the advisor, and confirmed when the golden-haired warrior said, “I am always eager for you, my dark elf. Never doubt that.” “Your dark elf?” Erestor queried. “Aye. Your dark hair, your dark eyes…most definitely my dark elf. My very beautiful dark elf. Ervainen vorn. I have called you this before, remember?” “I do, now,” Erestor said huskily, and then his head dropped back as Glorfindel took his erection in his mouth. The advisor began thrusting his hips, only for his lover to pin him down to the bed. Erestor was resorted to bunching the sheet in his fists, his breathing harsh as he felt his impending orgasm. When it came, his voice reverberated around the room as Glorfindel proceeded to swallow all that was being given to him. “Oh, my…” Erestor breathed. Glorfindel made his way back up the bed. “Enjoy that, did we?” he asked, not without a small sense of satisfaction at having once again unravelled the darkling elf. Erestor caught the underlying tone in the seneschal’s voice. “Conceited elf,” he muttered without rancour. “Ah, but you love me anyway.” “May the Valar help me, but I do.” Erestor’s eyes turned downwards. “Now what shall we do with this, hmm?” Glorfindel followed the advisor’s gaze to his erection. “Any suggestions?” “I can think of one. Shall we find out if your ‘sword’ fits into my ‘sheath’ as well as it did the last time?” The seneschal looked at his lover gravely. “Are you truly comfortable with me doing that?” Erestor nodded. “More than anything. You are nothing like what Gil-galad was and you never will be. Despite my fears, despite my doubts, I know this.” The darkling elf raised his hand and gently stroked Glorfindel’s face. “If there is one thing I truly want on my begetting day, then it is for you to make love to me.” “Oh, I will make love to you, never fear, ervainen vorn. And not just today, but every day, for the rest of eternity.” Erestor smiled mischievously. “Good. I was hoping you would say that.” ************************ Elvish translations: ervainen vorn – my dark beautiful one maer aur – good morning melethen – my love *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*