Title: Erestor’s Gift (5-8/20) 
Author: Aglarien   (agie@aglarien.com)
Type: FPS 
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Melpomaen 
Rating: NC-17 
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine.  The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything.  
I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them. 
Warning:  None, except for fluff. 
Summary:  Erestor is sure Glorfindel forgot his begetting day, and Elrond 
meddles.
Author’s Note:  Not a part of my usual Erestor/Glorfindel universe.




*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 5

Elrond carried Melpomaen to his bed.  The smaller elf, in a haze of sated bliss, 
had his arms wrapped around his lover’s neck and was unabashedly sucking on 
Elrond’s neck, leaving what would surely be a visible sign of his devotion for all 
the world to see.  Elrond, frankly, could have cared less at that particular moment.  
All he wanted to do was get Melpomaen to his bed and take him slowly and 
sweetly, then fast and hard, and maybe slowly and sweetly again.  There would be 
no doubt in Melpomaen’s mind that they were bound by the time they were 
finished.

~~~*~~~
Glorfindel was as hungry for his dark lover as Erestor was for him.  Erestor’s 
words had gone straight to Glorfindel’s groin, and he didn’t think he had ever 
wanted anything more than to satisfy his lover’s hunger.  Releasing a growl, he 
captured Erestor’s mouth with his own and rolled them over to lie atop his future 
mate, grinding their straining erections together and kissing him deeply.

Erestor moaned as Glorfindel covered him with his muscled body.  In a flash of 
understanding, he knew he would always want the warrior covering him, 
protecting him, and holding him.  He was fully capable of protecting himself.  As 
most elves were, he was trained in weaponry.  He could yield sword and bow with 
some measure of skill, and knives with deadly precision.  He had fought beside 
Elrond on numerous occasions.  It was a different kind of protection Glorfindel 
offered.  It was a protection of his heart, his soul.  And then his senses exploded 
as Glorfindel’s tongue thrust into his mouth and their groins moved together.  
Grasping his lover’s biceps, he lifted his legs and wrapped them around 
Glorfindel’s waist, loving the feel of the strong, hard body against his.  

Finally forced to break their kiss for air, Glorfindel moved to lap at Erestor’s 
neck, then gently sucked and nibbled on the soft flesh.  “Erestor, my Erestor,” he 
murmured, “Your legs around me, holding me to you…..there is nothing more 
beautiful…..so perfect.  We fit together so perfectly.”  Glorfindel had never felt 
anything more exquisite than Erestor’s legs surrounding him.  If there had been 
any doubt in his mind about the rightness of their love, it would have left at that 
moment.  No one had ever shown him love as Erestor did.  No one had ever 
molded so perfectly against him, or fit him so perfectly, like they had been made 
for each other.  This was the way that lovers and soul mates should be.   

His beloved’s mouth on his neck was doing wondrous things to Erestor that he 
had never felt before, and when he opened his mouth to speak, no words came 
out, only a long, plaintive moan.  His head rolled to give his lover easier access, 
unconsciously begging for more.  The gentle roaming mouth moved across his 
neck, his shoulder, into the hollow of his throat, and down his chest, until finding 
a rosy nipple to latch onto.  Releasing a whimpering moan, Erestor arched against 
Glorfindel.  

Erestor’s soft moans were driving Glorfindel mad.  He wanted to feel more, to 
taste more.  He moved his mouth to Erestor’s and kissed him deeply, then 
whispered with his lips against his lover’s, “Let me take your leggings off, my 
love.”  When Erestor’s legs dropped to the floor, Glorfindel ran his hands down 
his future mate’s lightly muscled chest and abdomen, and rubbed the hard 
erection under the straining leggings.  He swiftly untied Erestor’s leggings, then 
lifted himself to the side, and removed the smaller elf’s boots.  Deciding to rid 
himself of his own leggings first, he stood and toed his boots off.  Standing before 
Erestor, he slowly slipped his leggings down over his hips.

Erestor laid watching Glorfindel, panting softly, and when the warrior’s leggings 
dropped over his hips, he could not repress a needy moan.  “By the Valar,” he 
whispered.  “Oh, Glorfindel, you are…..impressive…..beautiful……oh, Valar!”  
The warrior’s member stood proudly against his abdomen, sprouting from a patch 
of blond curls.  Lifting his hips, Erestor shoved his own leggings down, sat up, 
pulled them off and tossed them across the room.  He lay back down and lifted his 
arms up to Glorfindel.  “Come back to me, my love,” he said seductively.  

Glorfindel starred at Erestor’s groin.  “Erestor, if you think me beautiful, have you 
ever seen yourself?”  He lowered himself and settled on his knees between 
Erestor’s spread legs.  His lover had the most perfect penis he had ever seen.  
Beautifully formed, it was just the right size for his hand, to say nothing of his 
mouth, or any other part of his body he cared to think of.  The dark hair its base 
tempted him to run his fingers through it, and the perfectly round, heavy sacs 
beneath were the most enchanting he had ever seen.  Just the right size to be 
sucked into his hungry mouth and gently teased.  “Sweet Elbereth, you are 
perfect.”  He wrapped his hand around Erestor’s length and stroked it firmly.  
“See how you fit perfectly in my hand.”  

Erestor moaned loudly, thrusting up into Glorfindel’s hand.  He forced himself up 
to sit before his lover, and pulled Glorfindel in for a passionate kiss.  Grasping the 
back of Glorfindel’s neck with one hand, he took the warrior’s impressive 
erection in his other, and matched his lover’s strokes.  

Glorfindel groaned into Erestor’s mouth and used his free hand to pull Erestor 
closer until he was able to spread his legs out and the slighter elf was sitting his 
lap with their erections crushed together.

Erestor wrapped his legs around Glorfindel’s waist as his lover aligned their 
members so they were stroking them together, spreading the drops that leaked 
from each of them down the shafts.  

Panting for breath when their kiss finally ended, Erestor’s head rested on 
Glorfindel’s shoulder.  “So….good….Glorfindel…..so….good.”

“This is only the beginning, my love,” Glorfindel whispered into an ear, making 
his lover shiver.  “When I have stroked you to completion, I will take you into my 
mouth.  My tongue will caress your quivering cock before I swallow you.  My 
fingers will explore your body, and thrust into your secret passage as you thrust 
into my hot, wet mouth.”  He felt Erestor tense, and knew he was close.  
“Thrusting in and out…. in and out….. my fingers inside you and your cock in my 
mouth.  Every hunger you have will be satisfied, as you satisfy my hunger for 
you.  You will come into my mouth again and again, and I will drink you greedily 
down, swallowing every drop.”  They were both so close, his words for Erestor 
affecting them both.  “Come for me, Erestor.  Show me how you love me.  Come 
with me now.”

As if on queue, Erestor screamed out his lover’s name, and his seed exploded over 
their hands, followed a second later by Glorfindel’s, and a roar of the councilor’s 
name.  Long moments later, they finally regained their breath.

“Oh, Glorfindel…..that was so amazing.” Erestor said softly, his head still resting 
on his lover’s shoulder.  

“You are amazing, my love.  I hate to move, but I have to get a cloth so we can 
clean ourselves up, or we will have to sit like this all night.” 

Erestor chuckled and slowly moved off of Glorfindel’s lap, being careful not to 
make a mess on the soft fur rugs.  They were so deep and lush, and felt lovely to 
lie on.  He laid back and rested his head on a pillow, watching his lover walk into 
the bath.  My, Glorfindel had a firm and shapely behind, he thought, grinning to 
himself.  He was still grinning when Glorfindel returned with a bowl of warm 
water, a cleaning cloth, and a towel, along with a bottle of something in his hand.  

Glorfindel set everything on the floor and knelt beside Erestor.  After giving him 
a sweet kiss, he gently cleaned Erestor’s hand and stomach.  “What are you 
grinning at, my love?” he asked with a smirk.

“You.  I like your….backside,” Erestor answered.  “It’s so nice and….firm.  
Perfect for holding on to.”

Glorfindel laughed as he set the bowl and cloth aside and dried his now cleaned 
lover.  Lying down next to Erestor, he drew him into his arms and kissed him 
deeply.  He ran his hands down the lithe body, eliciting a moan from Erestor.  

Erestor wrapped his arms around Glorfindel and moved his mouth down to his 
lover’s neck, sucking gently, before licking his way to a perfectly shaped ear.  
“Are you really going to do what you said, my love?” he whispered.  He was 
already hard again, and his pulse was pounding at the thought of what Glorfindel 
had told him he would do.  “Are you going to thrust your fingers into me as you 
take me into your mouth?”  He sucked the tip of Glorfindel’s ear into his mouth, 
circling it with his tongue.

Glorfindel groaned.  “Sweet Elbereth, Erestor, you will be the death of me again 
if you keep doing that.  I never guessed you would be so passionate, so 
seductive.”

Erestor released the ear and looked at Glorfindel.  “I am sorry, Glorfindel.  I….it 
is only for you.  I can….stop….be like I was before.  I only wanted to….”

“Shhh, love,” Glorfindel said, placing a finger on Erestor’s lips.  “You 
misunderstand me, beloved.  I love you, Erestor.  I love this new passionate you.  
I just find it amazing that you hid this side of yourself it so well for so many 
years.  None would guess what lay in wait inside our serious councilor.”  
Glorfindel smiled, then kissed Erestor sweetly.  “I want you always to be like this 
with me, my seductive, sexy little elf.  Just for me.”

“It is only for you, my love.  Only you can bring my passion out.  Only you will 
ever know this side of me.”  Erestor pushed Glorfindel on to his back and attacked 
the sweet neck again, purring when Glorfindel moaned.  “I love your neck,” he 
whispered.  “And your ears.”  He lapped at Glorfindel’s ear.  “And your eyes, so 
dark in passion.”  He gently kissed fluttering eyelids.  “And your beautiful, soft 
lips that kiss me so passionately.”  He captured Glorfindel’s mouth with his own 
and thrust his tongue into the sweetness, moaning as his lover’s hands roamed his 
body and cupped his buttocks.  He broke the kiss with a gasp when Glorfindel’s 
hands parted his cheeks and fingers slid over his opening.  “Oh…your hands….I 
love your hands and what they do to me.”  He whimpered as a warm mouth 
moved across his neck and strong fingers played across his most private spots.

Glorfindel rolled Erestor onto his back and knelt between the shapely legs, 
running his hands from ankle to hip before lifting them around his waist.  
Reaching for the bottle of oil he had carried out from the bathroom, he opened it 
and generously coated several fingers.  Leaning forward, he whispered, “I love 
you, Erestor.  I will always love you,” and placed his lips against his beloved’s in 
a tender kiss.  “I love your brilliant mind.  I love your sharp tongue that can out 
argue even Elrond.  I love your kindness and generosity that you try to hide.  I 
love your dark hair and soft dark eyes.  I love your beautiful body that is mine 
alone.  I love you when your passion consumes you and you want me, and I love 
satisfying your every desire.  I love how your passion makes me say words to you 
I have never said to another, and I love how my words excite us both.  Relax for 
me, my beautiful one, and let me love you.  I want to make you scream with 
passion.  You will cry for release before I am through.  You will scream my name 
and beg me for more.”

Erestor moaned and wound his hands through Glorfindel’s hair, pulling him down 
for a more passionate kiss.  

When their kiss ended, Glorfindel moved back down Erestor’s body, and smiled 
at his lover’s engorged member.  Lowering his head, he lapped the pearl of liquid 
gathered at the tip.  “Mmmm….you taste so good, my love.”  He licked from the 
tip to the base of the beautiful penis, then back to the tip, suckling it in his mouth, 
tasting Erestor’s sweetness.  He ran his tongue around the tip, and gently teased 
the slit with his tongue.  

Erestor writhed beneath the onslaught, whimpering and thrusting his hips up even 
higher.  As Glorfindel’s mouth engulfed his entire length, he wailed and gripped 
the fur from the rugs in his fingers, nearly tearing it out.  Glorfindel’s fingers 
massaged around his entrance, and when one pushed in, all he could do was 
moan.  

Glorfindel slowly pressed a slick finger inside, groaning as he felt Erestor’s 
muscles clench tightly around it.  Gently, he pulled it out and pressed back in, 
then added another finger.  All the while, his mouth kept moving along the hard 
shaft, sucking and caressing it with his tongue.  Searching for Erestor’s sweet 
spot, he knew he had found it when Erestor screamed his name and his legs 
pressed firmly around him.   He could feel Erestor was close as he kept teasing 
the spot with light touches.  Using his free hand he gripped the base of Erestor’s 
cock hard, and smiled around the hard length in his mouth when the councilor 
wailed loudly.  He lifted his head to watch Erestor and the engorged member 
slipped from his mouth with a ‘plop’.  

“Glor!” Erestor screamed.  “Please….please….please….let me come!” Hot tears 
rolls down his face in his desperation to find release.  

Glorfindel pressed his fingers around the base of Erestor’s erection harder as his 
fingers renewed their assault.  Three fingers now thrust in hard, striking the 
hidden spot.  In and out, just as he had promised.  In and out, hard and fast.  “Oh, 
Erestor….you have never been more beautiful to me. You are so passionate, so 
wanton for me, my love.”

“Please….please,” Erestor sobbed, his hips rising and pushing down on 
Glorfindel’s fingers.  

“Soon, my beautiful one.  Soon I will let you come.  I will take you back into my 
mouth and drink you down.”

Erestor sobbed and screamed, the movement of his hips slamming Glorfindel’s 
fingers into his hidden spot again and again.

“That’s it, my love.  Take yourself.  Take yourself hard on my fingers.  Oh, you 
are so beautiful.”  Glorfindel took Erestor’s cock into his mouth again, sucking on 
it hard.  His own arousal throbbed with need, but he wasn’t ready to let go of 
Erestor yet.  

The councilor wailed, his fingers pulling through the golden hair as his hips 
continued to slam down on Glorfindel’s fingers.  “Please….please…..please,” 
Erestor sobbed.  “Let me come….let me come.”  He thrust into Glorfindel’s hot 
mouth and pushed down onto his hand.

Glorfindel hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard, then slowly released his fingers 
from around the hard cock.  Quickly gripping his own straining length, he stroked 
it fast and hard, moaning as Erestor’s seed erupted down his throat and 
swallowing rapidly.  Pulling on himself he came harder than he ever remembered, 
his seed covering his hand and stomach. 

Erestor screamed as he came explosively, again and again. Sobbing with bliss, he 
collapsed back to the floor and whimpered as he felt Glorfindel lick him clean, 
and then the golden head rested on his stomach.

“Oh, Glorfindel.  Oh, that was so….incredible.  Oh, I love you.  You are 
amazing.”  Erestor was drained.  His body refused to move.  “I do not think I can 
move, beloved.”

Glorfindel crawled up to lie next to Erestor and drew the councilor into his arms, 
while covering his face with kisses.  “I love you, Erestor.  Rest now, my love.”  
He stroked Erestor’s dark hair.  “Sleep, my heart.”  


*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 6


Elrond watched as Melpomaen awoke from reverie and his eyes slowly focused.  
A smile lit Mel’s face.  “How do you fare this morning, my love,” Elrond asked, a 
soft smile gracing his lips.  

“Hmmm….I feel wonderful.  I feel well and truly loved.”  Melpomaen pulled 
Elrond’s head down for a tender kiss.  “You do not regret our binding, Elrond?”

“Never, beloved.   I am the most fortunate elf in all of Imladris to have won your 
love.  My heart sings as it has not done in many years.  I feel as though a thousand 
years have fallen away from me,” Elrond answered, stroking Melpomaen’s soft 
hair.  “You are so precious to me.”

“What happens now, Elrond?  I confess, I never thought….I never considered that 
there would be any possibility of….us, or how anything would change.  I will still 
be able to work with Erestor, won’t I?”

“You are my husband now, Melpomaen, but if you wish, of course you may 
continue to work with Erestor.  Eventually, you might like to take over the 
running of this house instead, but that will be your decision.  As my mate, that 
will be your prerogative. You can leave things as they are, or change anything you 
would like.  But first, I must tell my children, and then we will announce it to 
everyone.  And you will move into these rooms with me.”

“Do you….do you think they will accept me?  I will not be the cause of a problem 
between you and your children.  Oh, love, what if they do not accept our bonding?  
I do not want to leave you!”  The thought of having to give up Elrond for the sake 
of his children caused Melpomaen to nearly panic.  

“I will not let you leave me, my love, now that you are finally mine,” Elrond said 
softly.  “I hope and pray they will accept us, but if they do not, I will not give you 
up for them or anyone.  I cannot live my life for them, Mel, just as they cannot 
live their lives for me.  We must all make our own decisions.”  Elrond pulled his 
lover closer, enfolding him in his arms, then kissed him passionately.  His hands 
roamed the lithe body, finally caressing the round globes of his buttocks. 

Melpomaen moaned into his mate’s mouth.  Elrond had taken him three times last 
night, and he wanted him again.  He just couldn’t get enough of his strong lover.  
He could feel Elrond’s awakened desire against his hip and knew he was not 
alone in his need.  When their lips finally parted, he whispered, “Take me, my 
love, my husband, my life.  Take me, take me.”

“My sweet one, you must be sore from last night.  I do not want to hurt you,” 
Elrond answered softly.

Melpomaen draped a leg across Elrond’s hip.  “I am not.  You were so gentle with 
me, so loving.  How could you have hurt me?”  His tongue lapped along a slightly 
rounded ear.  “Take me, love me, I want you inside me.  I need you.”

Elrond could not resist, especially since his own need was begging to be fulfilled.  
Finding his new mate still open and stretched from the night before, he quickly 
prepared himself and sank into Melpomaen, moaning at the feeling.  “Oh, 
love….so good.  Melpomaen, I love you….I love you.”  Mel wrapped his legs 
around his waist, and Elrond leaned over to kiss the sweet lips beneath him.  
Supporting himself with his hands placed on either side of his lover’s shoulders, 
he pulled back, and thrust again into the tight heat.  

Mel gripped Elrond’s muscled biceps and arched his back, meeting his husband’s 
thrusts.  “Love you.  I love you….oh….more….harder….please….Oh….Elrond.”   
He cried out as Elrond thrust harder, hitting his hidden spot.  “Oh!  Again!  
Harder!”

Elrond began pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back in, enraptured 
with watching his little love come undone.  Eyes closed, his body thrusting up 
wildly beneath him, his lover was lost in pleasure.  Pleasure that he was giving 
him.   It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.  “So beautiful, my love.  
You are…so beautiful.  So…good.”  Feeling Mel’s muscles begin to clench 
around his hard length, Elrond gathered his mate up in his arms, wanting to hold 
him close as they came.  

Melpomaen screamed his mate’s name as he came.  Held safe in Elrond’s arms, 
filled with pleasure and joy and love, he felt his husband’s seed fill him.  And for 
the first time, he felt Elrond’s pleasure in his mind, and he knew Elrond felt his.  

~~~*~~~
Glorfindel woke to a warm tongue lapping at his neck and a sweet voice in his ear 
saying, “Awake, my love.  It is morning.”

“Hmmm…..don’t want to.  Feels too nice.”

Erestor chuckled.  “It is morning, Glorfindel, and time for us to be up and 
preparing for the day.  There is a lovely warm bath just waiting for us in your 
bathroom.  You do not want me to take a bath all by myself in your nice, big 
bathtub, do you.  Poor me, all alone, while you sleep.”

Glorfindel groaned.

“You do not want to bathe with me?”  Erestor ran his fingers up Glorfindel’s 
chest.  “I will wash your hair for you.  And if you are very good and get up now, I 
will even wash your delectable body parts.”

Glorfindel snorted.  “Which body parts did you have in mind?”

“Oh, your arms, your chest, your legs…..and these body parts.”  Erestor laid his 
hands over Glorfindel’s groin.  

Glorfindel opened his eyes wide, and was standing in an instant, pulling a 
laughing Erestor into the bathroom with him.

“Well, at least I know how to get you up when you have been out on patrol and 
then awake half the night engaged in amorous activity,” Erestor said.  

Glorfindel picked Erestor up into his arms, stepped into the spicy-smelling bath, 
then sat with his lover on his lap.  “With a promise of more amorous activity.  I 
believe I am ready for my good morning kiss.  Good morning, my love,” 
Glorfindel said, capturing Erestor’s mouth with his own.  

Erestor purred and straddled Glorfindel’s lap, wrapping his legs around his lover’s 
waist.  Their kisses didn’t end until both elves were groping each other and 
moaning. Erestor nipped at Glorfindel’s neck and caressed his ears with his hands.

“Hmmm….if you keep doing that, my love, I refuse to be responsible for my 
actions,” Glorfindel murmured.  “I thought you were going to wash my….parts.”

Erestor’s hands moved down the muscled chest, stopping to play briefly with two 
rosy nipples, then moving lower.  Capturing both of their hardened lengths 
together, he encircled them with his hands and slowly stroked them together.  
“Oh…..I shall….after I make sure….there is more to wash.”

Glorfindel’s tongue roamed Erestor’s ear and neck.  Moaning, he wrapped one 
large hand around Erestor’s smaller ones as he stroked, and buried the other in the 
dark hair.   “I fell in love with a serene councilor, and have found a lustful, 
wanton imp in his place.  Sweet Elbereth, how I love you, Erestor - both of you - 
all of you.  My stern councilor and my fiery lover, combined together in one 
beautiful elf.”

Their strokes remained slow and lazy, neither one wanting to reach completion 
quickly.  “You make me lustful and wanton, my love.  Last night...last night was 
the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced.”  Erestor placed a light kiss on 
Glorfindel’s lips.  “I thought it would end my…hunger…for you, and instead it 
has made me want you more.  I cannot get enough of you, Glorfindel.  You will 
not get tired of me wanting you, will you?  Is there something wrong with me to 
want you so much?  Is this the way it is supposed to be?  I am not a strange or odd 
elf, am I?  Please tell me.”

Glorfindel smiled softly and caressed Erestor’s scalp with his fingers.  “We are 
elves, beloved.  Did you not know that is how we are?  We take great delight in 
the act of making love.  It is not unusual for many centuries, or even many 
millennia to pass before the love between two elves calms into something 
more...spiritual.   I want more and more of you every moment we spend together, 
Erestor, and I will never stop wanting you.  After we are wed, I will want to make 
love to you so much I fear you will tire of it.  Valar!  How I want that!  You were 
so beautiful last night.  I want to make love to you so many times and for so long 
that all you can do is scream and become totally undone in my arms.”

Erestor shivered.  “I want that too,” he whispered.  “I love you so much.  Promise 
me you will love me like that?”

“I promise I will love you like that, Erestor.  Forever.  I love you.  Forever.”  
Sealing his promise with a passionate kiss, Glorfindel placed both his hands 
around Erestor’s, stroking firmly and faster, until they found their completion 
together, their mouths capturing twin cries.


*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 7


Elrond made sure the hall was clear, kissed his mate tenderly, and Melpomaen 
hurried to his room to bathe and dress before breakfast.  They had decided he 
should return to his room before it got any later, just in case someone – like a 
daughter or a son, or two – came looking for Elrond.  

Reaching the safety of his room, Melpomaen entered his bathroom and opened 
the taps to fill the tub from the hot springs beneath the house.  After adding 
lavender scented bath oil, he undressed and sank into the warm water with a sigh.  
Leaning back against the tub, he stretched his legs out, and let the warmth ease his 
small aches.  A smile graced his lips as he remembered last night and his gentle 
and loving mate taking him for the first time.

Elrond had carried him into his bedroom and laid him gently down on the center 
of his huge bed before joining him and kissing him with a passion Mel had never 
before experienced.  Closing his eyes, Melpomaen remembered……

Elrond’s oiled fingers gently massaged around Mel’s tight opening, relaxing the 
muscles until he was able to push one finger slowly inside.  It wasn’t too 
uncomfortable, and the smaller elf tried to stay relaxed, his fingers playing in 
Elrond’s dark hair.  His lover’s whispered words of encouragement and undying 
love were as music to his ears.  Elrond was patient, stretching him gently, until 
finally three fingers were moving inside of him, spreading the rich, heavy oil 
within and without, until they touched something deep within.

“Oh….what was…that….oh…do it again…again,” Mel moaned.  

Elrond smirked and gently stroked the hidden gland until Melpomaen was 
moaning and writhing and crying out to be taken.  “My love, I have prepared you 
all I can.”  Lifting his lover’s legs around his waist, Elrond positioned himself and 
gently pushed.  Wrapping a hand around Mel’s weeping length, he slowly stroked 
it, knowing it would offer a distraction to any pain his beloved would feel.  

It hurt.  It hurt so much and so unexpectedly that Melpomaen could not stifle a 
whimper.  Tears of shock as much as pain escaped from his eyes.  

Blue eyes, bright with moisture, pierced stormy gray ones with their pain.  “Oh, 
my love...I am so sorry it hurts.  We do not have to do this tonight.  I am so 
sorry…so sorry,” Elrond whispered, beginning to pull out, his own eyes moist.

“Please, do not stop,” Mel wrapped his arms around Elrond’s neck and drew him 
down for a kiss as his legs tightened around his lover’s waist.  “I just did not 
expect it to hurt.  Please…I want this.  I want you.  I love you, Elrond.  I love 
you,” he whispered as his lips pressed against his soon-to-be mate’s.

“I promise I will make it better, beloved,” Elrond said, deepening their kiss.  He 
slowly pressed further inside, stopping every fraction of an inch to allow Mel time 
to adjust.  By the time he was fully sheathed, both of their faces were wet with 
tears.  

“Are you all right, Mel?” Elrond asked gently as he kissed Mel’s tears away.  He 
pushed his arms under Melpomaen’s shoulders and lifted the smaller elf close.  

Mel nodded against Elrond’s shoulder and held on to his lover tightly.  “Please, 
Elrond.  I want to be yours.”

“You are mine, Melpomaen, as I am yours,” Elrond said.  Slowly pulling out, he 
gently thrust back in, making sure he struck his beloved’s hidden spot with the 
first thrust.  

Gasping as the pain was replaced with bliss, Mel thrust his hips up to meet his 
lover’s.  In moments they were thrusting wildly together, their cries crushed 
between open mouths and thrusting tongues.  Melpomaen felt their souls join and 
split and join again.  Soft cries and smothered wails rent the air around them.  
Screamed names were muffled by sweet, open-mouthed kisses.  And then there 
was a rush of heat, and seed covered their stomachs and chests and was released 
deep within Mel.  

And there the memory stopped, for Mel remembered nothing until he woke some 
time later, held in strong arms, with clear gray eyes smiling down at him.  Elrond 
had washed him and applied a healing salve to his….well, where he needed a little 
healing, and covered them with a soft quilt.  And then there were more kisses and 
the sweetest words fell from his new husband’s lips, and more lovemaking.  And 
it was a perfect wedding night.  He sighed happily with the memory.

Suddenly realizing that the water had grown cold and a long time had passed, 
Melpomaen hurried to finish his bath and dress for breakfast….and Elrond.  ‘You 
are a silly little elf,’ he told himself, ‘sitting there dreaming when you can be with 
him instead.’

~~~*~~~ 
Elrond sat and fidgeted at the table, waiting for the others to join him.  Everyone 
was late this morning except Lindir.  The dining hall was full, with members of 
his household and guards filling the many tables.  His daughter finally rushed into 
the dining hall, followed by her brothers, and took her place at his left side.  

“Good morning, Ada,” Arwen said.  She kissed her father on his cheek.  “I am 
sorry I am late.”

“We are sorry too, Ada,” Elladan said, taking his place next to Arwen.  Elrohir sat 
next to his twin.  

“Good morning.  Your lateness does not appear to matter this morning, as you are 
not the only ones late,” Elrond replied.  He smiled at his children.  “I would like 
to speak with all of you after our meal, in my private rooms.”

“Of course, Ada.  We will be there,” Elladan answered for the three of them.  
Elrond’s eyes were fixed on the door, and the three siblings looked at each other 
with raised eyebrows, wondering what their father wanted to talk to them about.  

Erestor and Glorfindel arrived next.  “Good morning, my friends,” Elrond said, 
smiling at the pair.  Unusual for you both to arrive so late, and together.”

“Good morning, Elrond,” Glorfindel answered, nodding at the three children of 
his Lord and Lindir.  He smiled at Elrond, but ignored his comment about their 
arrival, knowing it for the teasing it was.  He was sure Elrond was very aware of 
what had happened last night after all their planning.

Erestor greeted everyone as he and Glorfindel took their places across from 
Elrond and Arwen just as Melpomaen rushed into the room.

“Forgive me for being so late, my Lord,” Mel said, moving to take his place next 
to Erestor.  “I am afraid I was…dreaming….in my bath this morning.”

“That is quite all right, Melpomaen,” Elrond said, nodding to the servants to begin 
serving the meal.  “Please, come and sit beside me this morning.”

The twins and Arwen looked at each other again.  None of them had missed the 
light in their father’s eyes when Melpomaen appeared, and now their father had 
invited Mel to take their mother’s old place at the table.  The three glanced to see 
what Erestor and Glorfindel’s reactions were, but neither seemed to be paying any 
attention to anyone but each other.

Erestor smiled as Glorfindel took his hand and held it under the table.



*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 8


Erestor held down the piece of fish with his fork as Glorfindel cut it with his 
knife.  Smiling, the councilor speared the first piece and held it to Glorfindel’s 
lips.  The warrior’s tongue curled around the fork tongs and pulled the fish into 
his mouth.

Glorfindel picked up a small strawberry and held it to Erestor’s lips.  The 
councilor’s tongue pulled Glorfindel’s fingers, along with the fruit, into his 
mouth.  Erestor’s lips closed around the warrior’s fingers as his tongue caressed 
them.  

Smiling at the soft moan Glorfindel released, Erestor reluctantly released the 
fingers from his mouth and sank his teeth into the strawberry.  “Hmmm….so 
sweet,” he purred.  Picking up another strawberry, he held it to Glorfindel’s 
mouth, and the scene was repeated in reverse.

Elrond smirked as one of his hands, hidden under the table, caressed 
Melpomaen’s thigh.  “What are you two doing?”

Glorfindel’s eyes never left Erestor’s face.  “Eating our breakfast.”

Erestor held down the piece of fish with his fork again, and Glorfindel cut more 
pieces.

“Why are you each only using one hand, Glorfindel?” Arwen asked innocently.

“Because our other hands are holding each other’s under the table,” the warrior 
replied.

Arwen looked around the table at the others.  Lindir, Mel and her father were 
smiling.  The twins just stared wide-eyed at their former tutors.  “Glorfindel, have 
you noticed the room has gotten awfully quiet.  Everyone is staring at you two,” 
she said in a whisper.

“I hadn’t noticed,” Glorfindel answered, his eyes still on his lover.  Erestor’s 
tongue was lapping at his fingers again.  “Did you notice, Erestor?”  

Erestor shook his head slightly and continued to clean Glorfindel’s fingers with 
his tongue.

“Sorry, Arwen, neither one of us noticed,” the warrior said, never looking at 
anyone other than Erestor.

“Erestor, is that a new ring on your finger?” Elrond asked, smiling at Arwen.  His 
daughter smiled back, having figured out what was going on.

“What ring is that, Elrond?” Erestor said, looking into his beloved’s blue eyes and 
placing a plump blueberry in Glorfindel’s mouth.  

“The one on your index finger on your right hand.  The finger normally reserved 
for betrothal and wedding rings.  The silver ring,” Elrond answered, grinning 
largely.  By now, most of the other occupants in the room were craning their 
necks to watch their captain and their prim and proper councilor.

“Oh, that ring.  Aye, it is new.  It was a begetting day gift from my best friend.”  
Erestor placed another blueberry in Glorfindel’s mouth and smiled at the golden 
elf as his fingers were licked clean.  “By the way, Elrond, I have ordered a new 
door cut into my rooms.  It is just far too inconvenient as it is now.”

The room was dead silent, and Erestor’s voice was clearly heard.

“A new door?” Elrond asked.  “And just where is this new door going, and where 
does it open to?”

“It is going into my bedroom wall.  The side without the window.”

“The side without the window?  But that is that wall that you share with…”

“With Glorfindel’s bedroom,” Erestor cut Elrond off.  “Aye, of course it is.  It 
was just far too inconvenient for Glorfindel to have to go out into the hall and 
enter my rooms that way to fetch me clean robes to wear this morning.  A 
connecting door will be much easier, will it not, Glorfindel?”

“Absolutely.  It was a brilliant idea, Erestor.”  Glorfindel smiled at the councilor.

“Tell me, Erestor, is there a ring that matches yours?” Elrond asked, grinning. Not 
only were the elves at his table smiling happily for their friends and enjoying their 
antics, but many elves around the room were now standing, trying to get a better 
view.  Elrond could see no one without a smile on his or her face or a sparkle in 
their eyes.

“What ring, Elrond?” Erestor asked, just before Glorfindel picked up his fork and 
fed him a piece of the fish.

Elrond snorted.  “The ring on your right hand.  The silver one, Erestor.  That 
ring.”

“Oh, that ring.  Is there a matching ring somewhere, Glorfindel?”  Erestor smiled 
sweetly at the warrior as his hand was squeezed under the table, and then released.

Glorfindel lifted his right hand to the table.  “Hmmm….this one looks the same.” 
He laid his index finger with the ring next to Erestor’s.  “But not the same.  Yours 
is smaller.  They have the same design, however, so I suppose one could say they 
were matching.”

“Aye, I agree, Glorfindel,” Erestor said.  “Elrond, Glorfindel and I have agreed 
that aye, there is a matching ring.  Except the other one is larger.  Because 
Glorfindel’s hands are larger, of course.”  Erestor giggled, then with a look of 
wide-eyed shock, quickly covered his mouth with his fingers.  His face took on a 
rosy glow as he blushed.  

If Glorfindel had not already been in love with him, he would have fallen wildly 
in love with Erestor at that moment.  The councilor had never looked so beautiful.  
“Elrond, would you excuse us for just a moment, please?  There is something I 
really have to do now.  It will only take a minute…or two,” Glorfindel said.  

Elrond laughed loudly as Glorfindel wrapped his arms around Erestor and kissed 
him passionately.  Hooting and applause, started in a corner of the room by some 
of Glorfindel’s soldiers, spread rapidly, and in a moment the entire hall was 
laughing, applauding and cheering.  There was whistling and hoots and a 
synchronous stomping of booted feet.  

When the kiss finally ended, Erestor was blushing and he hid his face in 
Glorfindel’s chest.  “Aiya….I am so embarrassed,” he whispered.

“Because I kissed you, my love?”

“Of course not, love.  I giggled!  The Chief Councilor of Imladris does not giggle.  
Ever.”

Glorfindel laughed joyously.  “I am sorry to tell you this, Erestor, but apparently 
he does now.  And I think his giggle is just adorable.”

Erestor looked up at Glorfindel.  With a sly look in his twinkling eyes, he pulled 
the golden head down and returned the passionate kiss.

~~~*~~~
The three siblings huddled in a doorway, whispering.  “Did you see the way he 
looked at Melpomaen?”

“He had him sit in Nana’s chair.”

“I think he had his hand on Melpomaen’s leg during the meal.”

“Well, they’ve been friends for a long time, you know.”

“I want Ada to be happy again.  It’s more than enough time that he has been 
alone.”

“And we all like Melpomaen a lot.”

“And Nana told him to find someone else, didn’t she?”

“But Mel?  Why Mel?”

“Why not?  We like Mel.  He was one of our teachers.”

“But a male elf?”

“Why not?  Look at Erestor and Glorfindel.  Look at all the other male couples 
here.”

“There’s nothing wrong with another male.”

“I just thought Ada would fall in love with another woman, that’s all.  I just never 
realized he liked other males.”

I don’t think it’s a matter of just another male.  I think it is that he loves Mel.  If 
Mel were a female, he’d still love him…er…her.”

“Aye, you’re right.”

“So what do we say if that’s why he wants to talk to us?”

“Ada deserves to be happy.  If he and Melpomaen love each other, then we should 
support him…them.”  Two other dark heads nodded.

“Is this going to mean we have two fathers?”

“I think so – in a way.”

“All right, so how do we address him then, if this really is what it’s all about.”

“Melpomaen, like always,” Elrohir said.  “Or Ada Mel is all right too.  He might 
like that.”

“I think Ada would like that,” Elladan said.  

“Elladan, do you really like this idea?” Arwen asked.

The eldest sibling thought for a moment.  “Aye, I do.  If it is true, then I truly am 
happy for Ada…and Mel.”

“Me too,” Arwen said.  “I just want Ada to be happy, and I think he and 
Melpomaen will be very happy together.  Mel is so sweet – just what Ada needs.”

Elrohir nodded.  “Aye.  They will be good for each other and happy, and that 
makes me happy.”

“Then we had better get to Ada’s rooms before he comes looking for us,” Elladan 
said.  

Tbc……