Title: Erestor’s Gift  (9-12/20)
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 9


As Erestor and Glorfindel walked hand and hand to the jewel makers shop, they 
were greeted by happy elves.  Fellow warriors slapped Glorfindel’s back and 
wrung his arm, and fellow scribes and librarians took Erestor’s hand and 
congratulated him.  They were grateful to finally reach their destination in one 
piece. 

A tall elf, with hair pulled back and covered in a leather apron, looked up from his 
table and greeted them.  “Welcome, my lords.  I have been expecting you.  The 
news is already all over the city.  And I see you finally gave Master Erestor the 
brooch I made for him all those years ago, Glorfindel,” the jeweler said, pointing 
to the golden flower and onyx bird pinned to Erestor’s cloak.

“You made my brooch, Sarnon?” Erestor asked.  “It is beautiful.”

Sarnon smiled and nodded to Erestor.  “Now, I presume you are here for gold 
rings?  It’s about time.” 

“Aye, my friend,” Glorfindel said, chuckling.  “Even if it is a few centuries later 
than I thought it would be when you made that brooch.”

Sarnon removed a tray of rings from a cupboard.  “Come, sit over here in the 
light.”  He set the tray on a table by the window.  Once Erestor and Glorfindel 
were seated in the chairs, he said, “See if you like any of these.  But there is 
another set of rings I want you to see.  I will return in a moment.”  He headed into 
the back room.

“These are all lovely, Glorfindel.  Sarnon’s work is amazingly beautiful.”  Erestor 
picked up a ring to examine it closer, and then another.  

“Aye, but I want something special for you, Erestor.  Something made just for 
you.” Glorfindel practically frowned at the rings.  “These are too ordinary for 
you.”

“Perhaps you will like these better, Glorfindel.”  Sarnon walked to the table and 
placed a small black pouch in Glorfindel’s hand.  “I made these after you ordered 
the brooch, hoping this day would come.  And I saved them just for you two.  
There are none like them.”

Glorfindel opened the bag and poured the rings into his hand.  “Aye, perfect,” he 
said, smiling at the jeweler.  “What do you think my love?”  He showed Erestor 
the rings in his hand.

Erestor looked at the rings and his smile lit the room.  The rings were crafted of 
gold, but darker golden flowers were imbedded in the lighter gold, each with a 
small ruby in its center.  And imbedded in the center flower was a perfectly 
carved tiny onyx raven.  On the smaller ring, the raven was preparing to snatch 
the ruby with his beak, just like it was on his brooch.  And on the larger ring, the 
raven lay sweetly sleeping, nestled with the flower’s petals half covering it.  Just 
as he knew he would want to lay forever with Glorfindel, his golden flower.  
“Oh…they are so beautiful.  Aye, perfect, my love.”

Erestor jumped up from the table and hugged Sarnon.  Then he giggled.  And 
blushed.  “Forgive me, Sarnon.  I do not know what came over me.”

The jewel maker laughed.  “You are happy, Erestor.  And I am honored you like 
my rings.  Now let me check how they fit.”  He took the larger ringer and put it on 
Glorfindel’s finger.  “Yours is perfect, Glorfindel.”  He removed the ring and 
replaced it in the bag.  “Now let me see your finger, Erestor.”  He slid the ring on 
Erestor’s finger.  It, too, was a perfect fit.  

“I believe it needs a little adjustment, Sarnon,” Erestor said quickly.  

“Aye, it does.  I can do it now, if you can stay for a little while,” Sarnon said, 
realizing Erestor wanted to talk to him alone.  “Then you can take the rings with 
you.”

Erestor nodded and smiled at the jeweler.  “Why don’t you go and take care your 
morning work, my love,” he told Glorfindel.  “When Sarnon is finished I can 
bring the rings and meet you in your office for the noon meal.”

“All right, love.”  Glorfindel gave Erestor a tender kiss, then turned to the jeweler.  
“Sarnon, I do not know how to thank you, my friend.  Send me your bill for any 
amount you desire, and it is yours.”

“There will be no bill, Glorfindel.” Sarnon chuckled.  “Can you imagine the 
business I am going to get when everyone sees you two wearing those rings?  I 
am very pleased the two elves I made those rings for will finally wear them.  Will 
you wait the year?”

“Nay!” Erestor and Glorfindel shouted together, and then they both blushed, and 
Erestor giggled.

“We plan to wed within the week, my friend,” Glorfindel said.  “Thank you, 
Sarnon.”

“Good!  I look forward to everyone seeing your rings,” Sarnon answered.

When Glorfindel had kissed Erestor again and left, Sarnon turned to the councilor.  
“Now, Erestor, what may I do for you?”

Erestor smiled.  “Sarnon, the raven on Glorfindel’s ring – asleep in the flower.  It 
is so beautiful.  Will you make me a brooch like it to give him as a wedding gift?”

“Nay, I will not.”

Erestor’s smile disappeared.  “Nay?  You will not?”

“Nay.”  Sarnon smiled.  “I already made it, you see, when I made the rings and 
the other brooch.  I thought you might want it, so I did not bring it out for 
Glorfindel to see.  Come.”  He led Erestor into the back room.  Taking a small key 
from his pocket, he unlocked a cabinet, took out a box, opened it, and held it out 
to Erestor.  

Erestor lifted the brooch from the box.  It was a little larger than his own, and 
perfectly made.  He ran a finger over the golden petal wrapped around the raven.  
“Beautiful.  However did you know?”

Sarnon shrugged.  “We have both lived in Imladris a long time, Erestor.  It is not 
so large that everyone does not know everyone else over the years.   And 
Glorfindel was then our new captain of the guards, the reborn balrog slayer, and it 
was not hard to guess what you both would like.”

Erestor nodded.  “Thank you, Sarnon.  And you will send me your bill for the 
brooch?”

“Nay, Erestor.  Consider it my wedding gift to you.”  He opened the bag with 
Glorfindel’s ring and held it out.  “Now take that ring off and put it in here.  You 
cannot wear it yet.”

Erestor chuckled, removed the ring reluctantly, and dropped it into the bag.  
“Soon.  Soon I will wear it.”

~~~*~~~

Elladan knocked on their father’s door.  “Remember, we need to find out if 
Melpomaen and Ada are really in love before we tell them we approve,” he 
whispered to his siblings. Footsteps sounded from the other side, the door opened, 
and Elrond motioned his children into the room.  Melpomaen stood across the 
room.

“Come, sit with me,” Elrond said.  “I wish to speak with you about something.”  
The twins sat on a sofa with Arwen squeezed between them.  Elrond pulled a 
chair over and sat closely in front of them.  Taking one of each of their hands, he 
held them between his own on his lap.  

“Does this concern Melpomaen as well, Ada?” Arwen asked.  “Should he sit with 
us, too?”

“Aye, it does, little one,” Elrond answered, “but Melpomaen prefers to wait for 
me to explain why I asked you all to come and speak to me.”  Arwen had been so 
close to her mother.  He prayed she would understand.  “You know that when 
your Nana left us, she told me to find another mate…to find someone to love that 
would help me through the evil times?”

The twins and Arwen nodded.  “But it has been a long time, Ada,” Elrohir said.  
“Much evil has come to middle-earth, and yet you never took another mate.  We 
thought you were waiting for Nana, to be with her in Valinor again.”

“My children, what you do not know is that I told your mother to find another 
mate as well.  Someone who could help her heal.  We knew that I must stay here 
for many years, and I could not bear the thought that she had no one – no 
helpmate.  I could have waited for her in vain.  When the day comes and we sail, I 
expect to find her bound to another.”

 “We knew, Ada,” Elladan said softly.  “Nana told us.  We understand.  And have 
you found someone?”

“Aye, I have.  It is someone I love very much, and who I know loves me.  It is 
Melpomaen. I have been in love with him for many years, and he with me.  Last 
night we finally declared ourselves.  I hope you will give us your blessings and be 
happy for us.”  Elrond searched their eyes.

“A male, Ada?  You have taken another male for a lover?”  Elrohir asked, 
seemingly shocked.

“Elrohir, his sex does not matter.  It is the elf inside I love.  Have I not raised you 
to understand this?  All of you?  What is important is finding the one elf who is 
your soul mate.  The one elf who you were meant to be with.”

“So Nana was not your soul mate, Ada?” Elladan asked.

Elrond hesitated, and Arwen answered for him.  “Nay, of course she was not.  If 
she were, they would both be waiting for each other.  Is that not right, Ada?”

Elrond nodded.  “Aye, you speak truly, little one.”

“Did you ever love Nana?” Elrohir asked.

“Of course I did!  Your mother was precious to me, and we loved each other.  But 
it was a love of deep companionship.”

“What if we do not accept this, Ada?” Elladan asked.

“It is our hope that you will, but know this, Elladan, I will not give up 
Melpomaen.  We are bound, and I will not be parted from him,” Elrond said 
forcefully.  “I love you, the three of you, more than I can express.  But Mel is my 
bonded, and I choose him over all else, just as one day you may chose your 
bonded one over me.”  Elrond stared at their hands in his lap.

Arwen looked across the room at Melpomaen.  He was standing with his arms 
wrapped around his waist and tears were running down his cheeks.  They had hurt 
Melpomaen with their talk.  Nudging her brothers aside, she pulled her hand out 
of her father’s grasp and ran to the smaller elf.  Taking his hands, she whispered.  
“Do not weep, Ada Mel.  It will be all right.  I promise.  I am so sorry we made 
you weep.  Come and join us, please?”  

Elrond rose when he saw Arwen go to Melpomaen and watched as she whispered 
to him, hearing a hint of her words.  When he saw Arwen begin to lead Mel over, 
he went to his husband and took him into his arms.  

Arwen left them and rejoined her brothers on the sofa.  “No more, brothers,” she 
whispered.  “We hurt Melpomaen.  Look at them, it is obvious to any with eyes 
they love each other.”

The twins watched as their father kissed his new mate deeply.  Melpomaen clung 
to him.  “They look good together,” Elrohir said.

“Aye.  They fit together,” Elladan responded.  He wished they could just leave, 
but they had to finish what they started.  He stood, and taking his sibling’s hands, 
pulled them up.  “Come on.  We finish this now,” he whispered.  Elrond and 
Melpomaen were just standing together, holding each other, and drawing strength 
from their love.  

The three younger elves surrounded their father and Melpomaen, encircling them 
with their arms.  

“We’re sorry we hurt you and made you think we didn’t approve of you, Mel.”

“We just wanted to make sure you and Ada really loved each other.”

“We love Ada, very much, you see.”

“And we love you too, Mel.  We just want you both to be happy.”

“We’re happy to have you as our new Ada, Mel.”

“We’re happy that Ada has someone and isn’t alone anymore.”

“And we want to know if we can call you Ada Mel now.”

“Or if you’d prefer we call you something else.”

“We can’t really call you just Ada, because that would be confusing.”

“And you and Ada Mel have our blessing, Ada.”

Melpomaen lifted his head from Elrond’s chest.  “Really?  We have your 
blessing?”

The three younger elves nodded and pulled their new Ada into hug.

Elrond’s eyes filled with tears as he looked at his family before he too was pulled 
into their arms.



*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 10


Erestor hurried to his office, where he locked Glorfindel’s brooch away and sat at 
his desk.  The last day had been such a whirlwind, he wanted to just sit for a while 
and think everything over so he would never forget it.  He slowly thought about 
everything he and Glorfindel had said and done, from the time Glorfindel had 
found him in the garden just yesterday afternoon.  Only yesterday afternoon, and 
his ordered life had been turned upside down.  He giggled to himself in happiness.

Suddenly Erestor remembered Glorfindel telling him that he had had his brooch 
made a few months ago, but Sarnon had said it was centuries.  Then Glorfindel 
really had been in love with him that long!  He’d had their betrothal rings made, 
then the brooch.  Sarnon must have made the wedding rings and Glorfindel’s 
brooch right after that.  He removed his brooch from his cloak and laid it on the 
desk.  Taking the wedding rings out of his pocket, he took them out of their pouch 
and placed them next to the brooch.  Next, he got Glorfindel’s brooch and laid it 
with the rest.  

One elbow resting on the desk, with his head propped up in his hand, Erestor sat 
and looked at the rings and brooches.  One long finger traced their designs, 
moving over the flower petals and ravens, and he smiled.  They were so beautiful, 
so perfect.  Especially Glorfindel’s, with the raven sheltered within the flower, 
sleeping.  

Now that they had the rings, they had to decide when and how they would wed.  
Erestor wondered if he had been silly wanting to wait.  Did it really matter?  
Whenever they bonded, wouldn’t it be special and sacred?  After this morning in 
the dining hall, he wasn’t all that sure he wanted a big celebration with all their 
friends.  Now it seemed like it would only take away from how special it would 
be.  He needed to talk to Glorfindel.

Erestor pinned his brooch back on his cloak, put the rings back in their pouch and 
back in his pocket, locked Glorfindel’s brooch back in his desk, and hurried out.  
In the hall, he turned around, reentered his office, unlocked his desk, took the box 
with Glorfindel’s brooch, and dashed to his rooms.  

The carpenters had finished the new doorway and were just installing the new 
door between his room and Glorfindel’s.  Erestor was pleased to see it nearly 
finished, and thanked the elves for their hard work.  After enduring their 
congratulations and well wishes, Erestor put Glorfindel’s brooch in his wardrobe 
and left for his beloved’s office.

Erestor found Glorfindel seated at his desk working on schedules.  He wrapped 
his arms around Glorfindel’s shoulders from behind the chair and said, “If I help 
you with those, can you take the rest of the day off from your duties, Glorfindel?”

“I can have my second take over for me, if you would like, love.  Please say you 
have something extraordinarily pleasant planned for us.”

Erestor chuckled and moved around to sit on Glorfindel’s lap.  “I want to talk to 
you.”  He played with the collar of Glorfindel’s tunic.  “Now that we have the 
rings, we have some things to decide, my love.”

“Aye, we do.  Let’s get these schedules done, then we can go to one of our rooms 
and talk about it, all right?”

“The carpenters are finishing the door.  If we have our noon meal in the dining 
hall, they will probably be done by the time we are finished,” Erestor said.  
“Glorfindel, do you realize it is less than one day since you woke me in the 
garden.  It was only yesterday, and I feel ….I feel…”

“How do you feel, my love?” Glorfindel asked softly, taking one of Erestor’s 
hands and kissing it.

“I feel like my life will never be the same, like my world is turned upside down.  I 
feel deliriously happy, in love, loved…did I say I was happy?”

“You are very loved, Erestor.  I love you so much,” Glorfindel said.  He wrapped 
his arms around Erestor and pulled him into a passionate kiss.  

Erestor moaned and returned the kiss.  When they finally broke apart, Erestor laid 
his head on Glorfindel’s shoulder.  “I love you, Glorfindel, so much.”

“I love you, Erestor.”

Erestor crawled off his love’s lap, and they finished the schedules, then went to 
the dining hall for their meal.  Only Lindir was at their table.

“Where is everyone, Lindir?” Glorfindel asked.

“I am not sure, but I suspect they are taking their meal together in Elrond’s private 
rooms.  He wanted to speak to his children this morning.  I have not seen 
Melpomaen, but I think he may be with them.  He left with Elrond this morning,” 
the minstrel replied.  “Did you notice that Elrond asked Melpomaen to sit next to 
him this morning?  I wonder why?”

“Really?” Erestor raised his eyebrows.  “I did not notice.  How odd.”

Lindir laughed.  “You were otherwise occupied this morning.  I do not think you 
were noticing anything or anyone but Glorfindel, my friend.”

Erestor grinned.  “If anything was wrong, Elrond would have called for us.  I 
imagine we will find out this evening.”

During the meal, Erestor and Glorfindel were treated to more well-wishers and 
congratulations.  Walking to their rooms afterwards, Erestor said, “If one more elf 
takes my arm or hand, Glorfindel, I swear to you they will fall off.”

“At least you are not having to suffer your back being slapped,” Glorfindel said, 
rotating his shoulder.  “I hope we are done with all that now.  Shall we go to my 
rooms, or yours?”

“It does not matter now that we have a connecting door, my love.”

Glorfindel chuckled and opened his door when they came to it.  “Come, let us 
inspect our new door.”  

The carpenters were finished and gone, and they walked through to Glorfindel’s 
bedroom.  Erestor ran to the door and flung it wide open to his bedroom beyond.  
Walking back to Glorfindel, he wrapped his arms around the taller elf, and asked 
softly, “Promise me something, love?”

“Anything, my heart.”  Glorfindel put his arms around Erestor’s waist and pulled 
his closer.

“Promise me the door shall never be a barrier between us.   Even if it is closed, 
never knock on it.  There is no door between us, and my rooms are as yours.”

“As mine are yours, my love.  I promise the door shall never be a barrier.  Shall 
we just leave it open?”

Erestor smiled.  “Aye.”

Glorfindel kissed Erestor tenderly, then bent down and picked up his lover in his 
arms and carried him to the bed.  “Aha, my shy little councilor, I have you now!”

Erestor giggled.  “I thought I was your seductive, sexy little elf?”

“Well, that too,” Glorfindel laughed, and tossed the smaller elf onto the bed.  He 
removed Erestor’s shoes and set them at the foot of the bed.  “Off with your 
robes, love, so we can lay here comfortably and talk.”  

When he had helped Erestor remove his robes, and the councilor lay in only his 
leggings and shirt, Glorfindel removed his boots and outer tunic.  Sitting on the 
bed with his back against headboard, he pulled Erestor into his arms so that his 
lover rested comfortably on his lap, supported by the warrior’s arms.  “Now, my 
love, you wanted to talk?”

“Aye, but this is so nice.”  Erestor wrapped his arms around Glorfindel, laid his 
head on the large chest and sighed contentedly.  “I never suspected it would feel 
so wonderful just to lie in someone’s arms and be held.”

“Hmmm…..nor I how wonderful it would feel to hold you.”

“I have been thinking, Glorfindel, about what I said last night….about wanting to 
wait until we were wed formally.  I thought it would make it… special.  But 
today, I have realized what it would be like.  If the way everyone has been today 
is any indication of what would happen if we had a formal ceremony and 
celebration, I do not think I would like it very much.”

“Oh, thank the Valar!” Glorfindel said, dramatically.  

Erestor chuckled.  “I still want it to be special, but just for us.  I do not like to be 
the center of attention, and I realized today that what I wanted to be a special and 
sacred moment would only be possible without all the formal ceremony.  I want it 
to be just for us, Glorfindel, not for everyone else too.  We can 
celebrate….later….with everyone.”

“I like that idea very much, love.  I think our friends will understand.  We will do 
whatever you want, Erestor.”

“What about what you want, my love?”

Glorfindel smiled, then whispered in Erestor’s ear, “All I want is you, love.  
Nothing else matters.”



*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 11


Erestor purred as Glorfindel’s lips caressed his neck.  “I want to go away…but I 
do not know how we can…I want to be alone with you.”

“Do you trust me, my love?”

“You know I do, love.  I would trust you with my life, beloved,” Erestor 
answered.

“I will go and find Elrond and discuss it with him.  We need his approval, my 
beautiful one,” Glorfindel said drinking in the sight of his lover.  “Sweet Elbereth, 
Erestor, you are so beautiful.  I still cannot believe you really want me.”

Erestor kissed Glorfindel lightly.  “Never doubt it, Glorfindel.  Do you not feel 
my soul crying out for yours?  I can feel yours, my love.” 

“Aye, I can.  Erestor, love, would you mind if I went and tried to speak with 
Elrond now?  I do not want to wait to get his consent to my plan.”

“You have a plan?”

“I do.” Glorfindel grinned.  

“Does this plan call for us to bind very soon?”

“It does.”

“Then go, my love.  I will wait for you and try to contain my patience,” Erestor 
said. 

“I will try to hurry back, love.”  Glorfindel kissed Erestor passionately, then 
moaned.  “Now I do not want to leave.”

“Go to Elrond,” Erestor said laughingly, moving off Glorfindel’s lap.  “I will not 
move until you return.”

Glorfindel groaned, then got up and put his tunic and boots on, and kissed Erestor.  
He walked half way to the door, returned and kissed Erestor again, walked to the 
door, ran back to the bed for another kiss, then finally left.

Glorfindel found Elrond in his rooms with Melpomaen.  “You two seem 
extraordinarily happy about something.  Care to tell a friend about it?”

Elrond looked at Melpomaen, who nodded.  Taking Mel’s hand in his own larger 
one, he said, “Melpomaen and I bound ourselves to each other last night, 
Glorfindel, and my children have given us their blessing.  I intend to announce it 
tonight before the evening meal.”

Smiling broadly, Glorfindel hugged his friends.  “Finally!  I nearly despaired of 
you two ever getting together!  It has been very obvious to me for many years that 
you two loved each other and were too blind to see it.  You are perfect for each 
other, and I am very happy for you both.”

“Thank you, Glorfindel,” Elrond said.  

Knowing that Elrond and Melpomaen undoubtedly wanted to be alone, he got 
right to the reason for the visit.  The three elves sat down, and Glorfindel told 
Elrond about Erestor’s wishes and his idea.

“That is a wonderful idea, Glorfindel!  I am sure Erestor will be very pleased with 
it.   Have some of the servants set everything up for you.  When will you leave?”

“I thought tomorrow, mid-afternoon. That will be enough time to get everything 
prepared.  I thought we would stay there for a few days, if that is all right with 
you, Elrond?”

“Aye, of course it is.  What a wonderful idea!  Perhaps after you and Erestor 
return, Mel and I can take a few days off and use it too.  Would you like that, my 
love?”

Melpomaen nodded.  “I would like that very much, Elrond,” he said.  

“When will you tell him, Glorfindel?” Elrond asked.

“I will tell him today that we will go away tomorrow afternoon, but not where,” 
Glorfindel said.  “Erestor wants to go away, and I want him to know now that he 
will have his wish.  Thank you, Elrond, for everything.”  He stood and prepared to 
leave.  “I will go and see to the arrangements, then I want to get back to Erestor.  
We will see you both at dinner.” He smiled, and said, “Love each other well.  You 
both deserve it, you know.”  And with that, he left Elrond and Melpomaen alone.

“Did you hear, Elrond?” Melpomaen asked.  “He said we were to love each other 
well.  Who are we to ignore the command of a mighty elf lord?”

Elrond laughed as he scooped Mel up in his arms and carried him to the bedroom.  
“I do not think we are going to have any problem fulfilling that command, my 
love.  I intend to love you very well, indeed.”

Melpomaen giggled.  “As I intend to love you, my mighty elf lord.”

~~~~*~~~~   
Glorfindel dashed around the house speaking with the kitchen staff and the house 
servants.  When all was arranged, he returned to his rooms and found Erestor 
sprawled on his bed, a book in his hands, reading.   Naked.

Erestor looked up from his book and smiled.  Closing the book and setting it 
aside, he said, “I thought a bath before dinner might be nice, but dinner is still 
several hours away, and I do not need a bath….yet.  Would you care to mess me 
up so I will need a bath, my love?”

Glorfindel laughed and started undressing.   “How sweet of you to ask, Erestor.  I 
would love to mess you up, and myself as well.  You were not thinking of bathing 
without me, were you?”

“Perish the thought, my love!”  Erestor held out his arms invitingly.  “You are 
going to tell me about your plan, now, aren’t you lover?”

Glorfindel snorted and crawled onto the bed and into Erestor’s arms.  “Ah, my 
devious councilor is here.  Send him away and bring back my outrageous little 
imp,” Glorfindel whispered, his lips caressing Erestor’s neck and his hand 
roaming the lithe body.  “Councilor or imp, Elbereth, you are so beautiful, 
Erestor.  I want to touch all of you, all at once.”  His lips roamed Erestor’s white 
shoulder.

“Ah….the…plan, my love.  Will you tell me your plan?”

“What plan, my beautiful little imp?”

Erestor forced himself to sit up and take Glorfindel’s face within his hands.  
“Glorfindel, have you a wish to meet the balrog again?  I can undoubtedly arrange 
it, you know.  Your plan!  For our wedding!  Tell me!  Please!  I cannot stand it!” 
Erestor said heatedly.

Glorfindel grinned.  “Oh!  That plan!  Aye, I have a plan.”  He moved his head 
and kissed the palm of one of Erestor’s hands.  “Tomorrow afternoon, you and I 
shall ride out to…somewhere.  Alone.  Somewhere where we will be alone and I 
will have you all to myself to ravish for a few days.  You may not know where 
yet, so do not ask.  Just pack enough clothes for a few days.  On second thought, 
you will not need any clothes.  Just wear something comfortable for riding.  I 
have taken care of the rest.  May I continue molesting you now, please Erestor?”

The impish councilor chuckled.  Lying back, he pulled Glorfindel down with him.  
“Aye, please do, my fearsome balrog slayer.”

Glorfindel captured the sweet mouth with his own and pulled Erestor into his 
arms.  His hands roamed the silky body beside him, and Erestor draped a leg over 
his hip.  Large hands cupped Erestor’s firm bottom.  When they finally ended the 
kiss, Glorfindel moved his hands and wrapped one around Erestor’s erect 
member, and brought the other to his mouth to moisten his fingers.  

Erestor moaned into Glorfindel’s neck as he was stroked.  When a finger 
massaged his hidden entrance, Erestor fastened his mouth to Glorfindel’s, and 
taking his lover’s hard cock, slid his hand down the silk covered steel, matching 
stroke for stroke.  One finger plunged inside his secret channel, and Erestor 
sucked on the tip of Glorfindel’s tongue.  When a second finger joined the first 
and rubbed against his hidden gland, Erestor broke the kiss, releasing a soft wail 
into Glorfindel’s neck as pleasure filled his body.  Not knowing whether to move 
forward into Glorfindel’s hand or backward, pressing harder onto the fingers, 
Erestor hovered, suspended in between.  Three fingers thrust faster and faster, 
striking his secret spot again and again, and he cried out, his hips beginning to 
move, thrusting his hard cock into Glorfindel’s hand, then back onto the magical 
fingers.

Glorfindel watched as Erestor was undone.  The hand around his erection 
slackened, but Glorfindel did not care.  Erestor was never so beautiful, and the 
love in his heart for this perfect elf overflowed.  Moving his mouth to Erestor’s 
ear, he whispered, “I love you, Erestor,” and sucked the tip of the ear into his 
mouth.

Erestor screamed Glorfindel’s name as his climax surged through his body and he 
came hard.  

Glorfindel moaned, nearly whimpering, as Erestor trembled in his arms, and his 
own climax was ripped from him.  “Erestor…Erestor…I love you.”

The councilor was panting, straining to breathe.  “Love…you…love …you.”



*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 12 
 
Erestor and Glorfindel managed to get bathed and dressed in time for dinner. If 
Elrond had not been announcing his bonding with Melpomaen, they might have 
been tempted to dine privately in their rooms. If they failed to attend, however, 
someone might interpret it as a lack of support for the marriage. Arriving in the 
dining hall before Elrond and Mel, the Chief Councilor and the Seneschal took 
their places at the table, joining Elrond’s children and Lindir.  
 
It wasn’t long before the newly bonded pair entered together. Elrond led 
Melpomaen to his new place beside him, and began to speak. “My friends, I have 
an announcement to make this evening.” The chatter in the room stopped and all 
eyes turned to their lord. The twins and Arwen quietly rose and surrounded their 
father and his husband, demonstrating their support.  
 
A nervous Melpomaen stood blushing, eyes focused on the floor. Arwen stood 
next to him. Unseen behind his elaborate robes and her gown, she took her new 
Ada’s hand and squeezed it gently. “Look up and smile, Ada Mel,” she whispered 
so no one else could hear. “Put your eyes on Ada.” 
 
Melpomaen looked up at her and smiled gently, squeezed her hand back, then 
looked at Elrond. Focusing on his mate, he gained control of his fears and 
nervousness. 
 
Elrond’s throat constricted and his eyes glistened as he smiled at his children, 
touched by their action. Clearing his throat, he began again. “Not all of you know 
that when my dearly loved wife, Celebrian, left these shores, she requested of me 
that I take a new mate - someone to stand by my side in the times to come. In the 
many years since she left, there has only been one who has ever touched my 
heart.” Elrond pulled Mel closer to him and wrapped an arm around his waist. “I 
hope you will wish much joy to me and my newly bonded mate, Melpomaen. 
Tonight I name him a lord of Imladris, and would have him take his rightful place 
beside me.”  
 
Every elf in the hall stood as a sign of their respect and approval, and the room 
erupted in cheers and applause. Elladan took a circlet from where it had been 
hidden in his robes. Made of mithril, its gentle curves and swirls closely mirrored 
Elrond’s. Stepping in front of the softly blushing elf, he placed it on Melpomaen’s 
brow.  
 
“Now you look like a real lord, Ada Mel,” Arwen whispered, kissing Melpomaen 
on the cheek. After giving both of her fathers a quick embrace, she returned to her 
place along with her brothers.  
 
Elrond took Mel’s hands into his own and kissed him chastely to renewed cheers. 
“You see, my heart? They love you as I do,” he whispered.  
 
When Elrond and Mel took their seats, the rest of the elves did the same. Elrond 
signaled for the servants to begin serving. “Well, everyone seems to approve,” he 
said. 
 
“Indeed,” Erestor said, smiling. “Most of us have watched the two of you for 
years, thinking what a fine couple you would make. I am so happy for you both, 
my friends.” 
 
“Thank you, Erestor,” Elrond replied, then he laughed. “It seems we were both 
being silly elves.” Leaning over he kissed Melpomaen again. 
 
After dinner, there was singing and dancing in the Hall of Fire. Glorfindel and 
Erestor stood together watching as Elrond and Melpomaen danced together. 
Erestor rested his back again Glorfindel’s chest and sighed happily. 
 
“Are you happy, my love?” Glorfindel asked, wrapping an arm around Erestor’s 
waist. 
 
“I am. For all of us. Will you dance with me, Glorfindel?” Erestor asked. 
 
“I was wondering if you were ever going to ask me. I thought I would be a 
wallflower tonight,” Glorfindel said, turning Erestor around in his arms and 
dancing them out onto the floor. 
 
Erestor chuckled. “Do you know, I have heard that men and women do not dance 
close together as elves do. It is said only their hands touch, and they take prancing 
little steps together. What is the use of dancing if you cannot be in your partner’s 
arms?” Erestor rested his head against Glorfindel’s shoulder. 
 
“What use indeed. Erestor?” 
 
Erestor lifted his head and looked up at Glorfindel. 
 
“Perfect,” Glorfindel whispered, lowering his head and kissing Erestor softly. 
When the music ended, he asked, “Do you think we can retire now, love? I want 
you all to myself.” 
 
“Then come, my love,” Erestor smiled.  
 
As they were leaving, a servant motioned to Glorfindel, indicating he wished to 
speak to him. “Wait a moment, love,” Glorfindel said. “I will be right back.”  
 
Elladan brought the councilor a glass of wine to sip as he waited, and Erestor 
watched as Glorfindel spoke to the servant, then went to Elrond for a brief talk. 
When he returned, Erestor set his unfinished wine on a table for the servants to 
dispose of. He hadn’t really cared for it, and had only taken a few swallows. As 
they were walking back to their rooms, Erestor asked, “What was that about?” 
 
“Your surprise,” Glorfindel grinned. “Ask me no more, Erestor. I will not tell you 
yet.” 
 
Erestor pouted. 
 
Glorfindel laughed. “That will get you nothing but this, Erestor,” he said, and 
pulling Erestor into a doorway kissed him passionately. “You are adorable when 
you pout. Do it for me again,” he whispered as he caressed Erestor’s cheek and 
ear with a hand. 
 
“How can I pout when you are doing that, my love?” Erestor whispered back as 
he pulled Glorfindel’s head down for another kiss.  
 
The kiss left them both panting for more, and they hurried the rest of the way to 
their rooms. The door had barely shut behind them before they were in each 
other’s arms, mouths fastened together and fingers deftly opening clasps and 
buttons.  
 
“Your bed,” Glorfindel panted, as their robes dropped to the floor. “We made a 
mess of mine this afternoon.”  
 
Erestor wrapped his arms around Glorfindel’s neck and pulled the golden head 
down for another kiss. As the warrior lifted him up, Erestor wrapped his legs 
around Glorfindel’s waist. Carried to his room, their kiss grew more passionate 
until his tongue thrust deeply into Glorfindel’s sweetness. 
 
Glorfindel laid his precious burden on the bed and covered Erestor’s body with 
his own, grinding their hard members together. “Erestor…Erestor…you inflame 
me,” he groaned. His hands clutched at Erestor’s sides and his hips pounded their 
groins together. “I want you….want you…want you.” Growling he lifted himself 
to align their weeping shafts. Wrapping his hand around them, he stroked them 
together. The soft moans coming from Erestor were driving him wild. He had 
never wanted anything or anyone as much as he wanted Erestor. “I want to drive 
myself into you and feel your hot, tight channel clench around me. I want to 
watch you become totally undone as I make love to you until all you can do is 
writhe beneath me and scream my name. I want to take you, over and over again, 
burying myself deep inside you. You *will* be mine.” 
 
Erestor wrapped his legs tightly around Glorfindel and his fingers were buried in 
the golden mane. His beloved had never been so forceful, so passionate, and he 
reveled in Glorfindel’s strength and the feel of him covering his body. He would 
probably have a bruise or two on his sides where Glorfindel had gripped him, but 
they would fade quickly. The words the warrior spoke were full of want and need 
and raw passion, and Erestor released a whimper as Glorfindel’s large and 
powerful hand stroked their lengths.  
 
Glorfindel groaned in response to Erestor’s whimper. He captured Erestor’s 
mouth in a deep kiss, tongues curling around each other, as his stroking became 
harder and faster.  
 
Their mouths tore apart as lightening flashed through their bodies and they came, 
crying out the other’s name, over and over again. 
 
Minutes later Glorfindel held Erestor, who still trembled occasionally in the 
aftermath of his climax. He ran his hand lightly over the councilor’s side, shaken 
to see bruises from his hands. “Erestor,” he whispered, “did I hurt you, beloved? 
I…am so sorry…I…I don’t know what came over me…I have loved you for so 
long...I love you so much. Please, speak to me, love. Are you all right?”  
 
Erestor held on to Glorfindel tightly and purred softly as another delicious shiver 
flowed through his body. “You did not hurt me, love,” he finally managed to say 
in a soft voice, his head still buried in Glorfindel’s chest. “Feels so good. I love 
how strong and powerful you are.” Another shiver coursed though his limbs and 
he gave another throaty purr. “Oh…that feels so good, Glorfindel. What did you 
do to make me feel like this?” 
 
Glorfindel held his trembling lover, relieved and awed at Erestor’s response. “I do 
not know, my love. Tell me what it feels like?” he said quietly. 
 
“I can still feel you touching me…your hand around us. Your erection so hard 
against mine. I can almost feel you inside of me.” Erestor cried out as a 
tremendous flash ran through his body, shaking him to the core. 
“Lightening….feels like lightening! I want you now!” he screamed, grinding his 
groin into Glorfindel’s. Another shiver ran through him and he whimpered with 
bliss, pressing his whole body length into Glorfindel’s.  
 
Glorfindel could feel Erestor’s hardened member against his hip. How could 
Erestor be so hard already? How could that be so soon after they had both found 
their completion? As he wrapped his hand around it and gently stroked, Erestor 
released a keening wail, thrusting wildly into Glorfindel’s hand. “Erestor, my 
love, how is this possible?” 
 
Erestor’s answer was to clutch at Glorfindel and seek his lips for a deep kiss, 
thrusting his tongue deeply into his golden warrior’s depths. The councilor’s long 
fingers clawed at Glorfindel’s back, leaving red scratches. In a matter of moments 
Erestor spilled his seed over Glorfindel’s hand, and then it started all over again. 
Erestor whimpered, wailed and screamed, trembling and pressing against 
Glorfindel. His teeth bit into the warrior’s neck and he begged again to be taken.  
 
Glorfindel was beside himself, unable to do anything but to try and satisfy Erestor 
as gently as possible. Taking him was not an option; this was neither Imladris’ 
stately councilor nor his seductive little imp, and he knew it was not what “his” 
Erestor wanted. When Erestor finally passed out after his fourth orgasm, 
Glorfindel was in a near panic. After making sure that the councilor was breathing 
normally, but deeply asleep, Glorfindel finally gave in to his worry, shedding 
quiet tears and holding his beloved one close in his arms. 
 
Throughout the remainder of the long night, Glorfindel watched and worried, 
waiting for the dawn when he could seek out Elrond.  
 
When the sky finally began to lighten, Glorfindel carefully left Erestor’s bed and 
hurried to his own room to quickly wash and dress, then set out for Elrond’s 
quarters. As he neared his lord’s door, he could clearly hear Elrond’s angry voice. 
 
“You two are old enough to have known better! Have you no idea of the danger of 
what you did?” 
 
After a few moments filled with low mumbles he could not decipher, Elrond 
continued. “You gave it to Erestor as well? Oh, Valar! Who else did you give it 
to?” 
 
Glorfindel was closer to the room now and could hear one of the twins answering. 
“No one else, Ada. Just Melpomaen and Erestor.” 
 
Glorfindel pounded on the door, then opened it without waiting for a reply. 
Elladan and Elrohir were standing, heads bowed, in front of their father. “What 
did you do to Erestor?” he said angrily. 
 
The twins started as Glorfindel advanced on them, his hands at his side formed 
into fists. Taking a step back, they looked anxiously at their father. 
 
Elrond stood in front of the twins and motioned for Glorfindel to wait. No matter 
how angry he was these two were still his sons.  
 
“Erestor only had a few sips, Ada,” Elladan said. “He left his glass almost full.” 
 
“You are most fortunate for that,” Elrond answered. “Leave us now. I will speak 
to Glorfindel. You two had better pray I heal fast. For each day I am unable to 
ride, you will spend one month mucking out the stables. And that is only *my* 
punishment. You will still have to hear what Glorfindel’s will be, and you may 
also expect to receive a punishment from Mel and Erestor. Now get out of my 
sight before I let Glorfindel have at you!” 
 
The twins nearly ran from the room, shutting the door behind them. “We deserve 
the punishments we will receive,” Elrohir said quietly as they walked down the 
hall. “We could have really hurt them.” 
 
Elladan nodded. “We have hurt them enough with what they will go through 
when they wake up.” 
 
“Ada’s right. We’re old enough to know better. We have to stop playing pranks, 
‘Dan. It has to stop here.” 
 
“Aye,” Elladan said firmly. “We stop here.” 
 
The rest of Imladris would not notice it for several months, but the day had finally 
come when Elladan and Elrohir reached their true majority.  
 
Back in Elrond’s rooms, Glorfindel paced as Elrond explained what the twins had 
done by spiking wine served to Melpomaen and Erestor with a rare herb. 
 
“We use the herb in very small quantities to help revive men who are near dying. 
It is never given to elves because the effect is quite different. In elves, it 
stimulates sexual desire. The amount that Melpomaen drank was excessive. 
Fortunately, Erestor did not consume much.” 
 
“Valar, Elrond! You should have seen Erestor! And that was a small amount?” 
Glorfindel said, shaking his head. “Dear Elbereth, what did you go through with 
Mel, then?” 
 
Elrond cleared his throat. “Well….let us just say I find it difficult to sit at the 
moment, and I will not be taking my horse out riding for several days.” He 
suddenly grinned, and whispered conspiratorially to Glorfindel, “You should have 
seen Mel. He was magnificent! I actually rather enjoyed most of it.” 
 
Glorfindel snorted at his lord. “I believe I can imagine what happened if Erestor 
was any indication. Four times, Elrond! I was nearly going crazy! How many 
times did Melpomaen…hmmm….” 
 
“Would you believe seven? Thank the Valar he did not last long each time or I 
think I would be dead by now,” Elrond replied, sobering. “But that is not the 
worst of it, Glorfindel. The herb has an unusual effect as it wears off. Mel and 
Erestor will experience sadness and depression. Both will feel guilt and regret at 
what happened. I am sorry to say they will remember everything. That is going to 
be the hardest for us. Luckily, it should only last a day in Mel’s case, and a few 
hours in Erestor’s.” 
 
“I know what punishment I want for the twins. They will spend two hours a day 
working with the healers until they know every single herb in our stores, what its 
usages and dosages are, and whether it is for men or elves,” Glorfindel said 
firmly. 
 
“Aye, I agree,” Elrond replied. “I will see it done.” He went to a cupboard and 
mixed several herbs in a vessel, then placed them in a pouch. Handing it to 
Glorfindel he said, “Make a tea of these, and have Erestor drink as much as he 
can. It will help him recover. He will most likely be very hungry as well. I will 
have a servant deliver some food and hot water for the tea to your rooms.” 
 
Glorfindel took the herbs, nodding his thanks. “I had better return to Erestor. I do 
not want him to awake alone.” 
 
“Just remember, it will be over for you in a few hours. Take Erestor away from 
here when he recovers. I think what you have planned for him will help complete 
his recovery. Mel will probably not awaken until near evening, then we will have 
another day or two until he is completely recovered. When you return in a few 
days, I will take him away for a little while.” 
 
“Thank you, Elrond. I will do that. We will return by the fifth day. Is that soon 
enough?” 
 
“Aye, that will be perfect. By then we should both feel like traveling. Remember, 
I cannot ride yet.” 
 
Glorfindel returned to Erestor’s rooms, where he found the councilor still asleep. 
He began to gather the items they would need to take with them. He wanted to 
take Erestor away as soon as the worst was over, and it would be better to pack 
while Erestor was still sleeping. He pulled out clothing from his wardrobe and 
Erestor’s, selected several books they would both like, retrieved their favorite 
bath oils and soaps, and got Erestor’s small chess set they used when they 
traveled. Everything else they would require was already at his small cabin, 
hidden away in a dense forest on the banks of the Bruinen. 
 
A servant brought a tray of food and a kettle of hot water to place over the fire. 
Glorfindel brewed a cup of tea for Erestor to have it ready, then sat in a chair next 
to the bed, watching Erestor and waiting. Erestor had been beautiful last night in 
his passion. It was not the “real” Erestor, but it was beautiful nonetheless. Even 
though Glorfindel had been convinced of the “wrongness” of Erestor’s actions, it 
was still wonderful, and he had enjoyed most of it tremendously. He only hoped 
that his beloved would not be too upset to see the scratches he had made on 
Glorfindel’s back and the bite marks on his neck and shoulders.  
 
Tbc....





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