Title: The night of doom and love
Type: FPS 
Author: zilah (zilah_o_imladris@yahoo.com)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Sad but true: they are not mine. I just play with them. No one pays 
me.
Warnings: None
Beta: Ashlyn K. Toliver
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Archive: OEAM
Author's Notes:  Erestor and Glorfindel are so beautiful together. I love them 
both. And thank you so much for your excellent betaing, Ashlyn! Without you I 
was lost.
Summary: Is it possible that true love can reach beyond death?
Feedback: I would be so happy if you tell me what you think


THE NIGHT OF DOOM AND LOVE


It was late, and Glorfindel was walking slowly to his chambers when he suddenly 
froze. A desperate cry echoed through the night-shrouded corridor. He paused, 
tilted his head in order to discern from whence came the strangled sound. He 
quickly picked up his steps, realizing that whoever it was surely needed help.

The sounds led him to a heavy oak door and he listened again to make sure he’d 
heard right. Aye, indeed he had, for the cries were now whimpers.  Glorfindel 
was not unknowing of the sounds elven lovers made in passion, but what 
seemed to lay beyond the door was far from loving.  Someone was being hurt, 
and that went against everything he’d been taught.  

Elves simply did not hurt other elves.  That sort of behavior was for the world of 
men.

Quietly, he tried the door and found it to be unlocked. Stealthily he crept in.  What 
he saw in front of his very eyes shocked him. 

In the room was large bed, and in the middle were two elves obviously in some 
sort of struggle.  It was more than apparent from the way the poor elf did his best 
to avert his head from the forceful kiss the other was trying to bestow, this wasn’t 
an issue of free will.   

Glorfindel was absolutely furious. This was the sort of behavior he expected from 
men or from the other lesser races.  Elves simply did not rape or force each other 
in this way.  For elves, sex and sensuality were sacred and beautiful things to be 
shared with open minds and joyous hearts.  Yes, there were those of his kin who 
engaged in rougher types of love-play, but even then, it was consensual even 
when it seemed otherwise.

The would-be rapist paid him no attention, too wrapped up in his own prize when 
Glorfindel forcefully pulled him away.  Another shock showed on his face as he 
recognized the assailant.

“Maeglin, what be you about here,” Glorfindel demanded harshly.  “What in the 
name of the Valar has brought you so low as to act this way?”  

“Glorfindel,” Maeglin spat, eyes blazing.  

“The golden boy and our dear King’s cherished pet! Why don’t you just disappear 
and leave this pretty little fellow to me? In spite of your chivalrous ways he isn’t 
worth saving. Everyone knows his mother is a common harlot, and this boy is just 
like his mother.”

Glorfindel gazed at the shivering elf who was sobbing and quivering violently.

Turning cold eyes on to Maeglin again, Glorfindel replied angrily, 

“What a monster you are, Maeglin.  Does it make you feel any stronger forcing a 
mere elfling to satisfy your needs? Look at him! He is but a child!”

This time it was Maeglin who spat as he removed himself from the bed and 
began to dress. 

 “Once again, Glorfindel the Great sticks his nose where it is the least wanted.”

Glorfindel ignored the other elf’s taunts.  Instead he knelt by the bed, a warm 
hand gently resting on the shoulder of the sobbing elfling.

“You are safe now, pen dithen. I won’t let him hurt you anymore.”

The elfling raised his head, and Glorfindel’s heart nearly stopped. He had never 
seen so beautiful a creature as this elfling. He really was true beauty, with raven 
silky locks, pale skin and dark, shining eyes. 

“Did he hurt you,” Glorfindel asked, concerned. His worry eased a little when he 
saw that elfling’s clothes had barely been touched.  The tunic had been ripped 
but that was all.

“Nay…you stopped him before anything happened. But I was so scared…he hit 
me”, the elfling sobbed, and Glorfindel felt his anger rising. How could anyone 
hurt this utterly adorable creature? 

“Could you…could you take me from here please…” the elfling whispered 
shakily, a pleading gaze in his eyes.

Glorfindel nodded as he smiled gently. 

 “Of course. I will escort you to your home and remain until you feel safe.”  With 
that, Glorfindel took him in his arms and helped him up. When he turned around 
again, he realized that Maeglin was gone.

*“Go…go you little coward! I’m going to ensure you will be punished for this!”*

As the two elves began their slow journey through the corridors, Glorfindel 
wondered just what had gotten into Maeglin.  Then again, it wasn’t as if either elf 
had ever been friends.  Truth to tell, Maeglin neither liked him nor made any 
secret of that fact.  Still, this…this was something horrible. He knew that if 
Maeglin had indeed succeeded in doing harm to the elfling, it would have been 
disastrous all around. 

What kind of elf could do something like this?   More importantly…why?

It was when he looked down at the little one he practically carried in his arms that 
he felt he knew the answer and it disturbed him. 

He walked quickly, following the elfling’s half-whispered directions and in no time 
he was at their destination. 


It was a small place, yet homely, with a wooden table and chairs, a stand for 
washing and a low, carved bed.  Glorfindel made himself useful, lighting a fire in 
the hearth and fetching water.  Finally when he was certain all was as well as it 
could be, he turned to leave.

A quiet whisper made him stop.

“Could you stay, please…a little while…I – I don’t want to be alone.”

Glorfindel simply couldn’t resist. By now he knew that he wouldn’t deny the 
adorable little elfling anything it was in his power to give and he was mightily 
confused about his feelings. He’d never felt anything like this before. One gaze 
into those beautiful dark eyes made him shiver. It was as if the elfling’s very soul 
shone like the moon upon water.

He tried to sit in a chair beside the bed, but the little one definitely had other 
thoughts.

“I’m so scared and cold. Could you hold me? Please?”

Glorfindel hesitated, but realized he could do nothing but accept. He climbed 
beside the elfling and took him in his arms. He felt his pulse racing, but deep 
inside he felt utter peace. He didn’t know why, but this felt somehow…right. 

“Man eneth lín (*What is your name*), pen dithen”, Glorfindel whispered, trying to 
regain some control of his senses.

“Estannen (*I am called*) Erestor”, the elfling answered shyly. 

“Well, Erestor, I do not know how you fell into Maeglin’s clutches, but from now 
on you need to be much more careful. And Maeglin isn’t only one who could hurt 
you if got chance,” Glorfindel’s tone was serious. He didn’t want to scare Erestor, 
but for his sake, this conversation was necessary. Erestor was so 
heartbreakingly beautiful that many desired him now and in future perhaps even 
more.

“I know. I just…wanted to go out…to look at the stars and the beautiful night.” 
Erestor averted his gaze, ashamed.

“Erestor, look at me,” Glorfindel demanded gently.

Erestor did, and saw the most incredible azure eyes which were both serious yet 
warm, and looking into them Erestor felt something strange. 

It was as if this elf was touching him deep inside, only by his mere gaze, and it 
felt so amazing.  There was nothing frightening about it at all.

“I’m not blaming you. There is certainly nothing wrong with wanting to see the 
stars, but you must understand that it is extremely dangerous to wander at 
corridors this time at night. And one more thing. You have to learn to defend 
yourself. Promise me that you will be much more careful from now on.” He 
stroked Erestor’s hair while talking, to soften his words. He realized that Erestor 
was special, in many ways.  Glorfindel was sure that most Elves saw only 
Erestor’s stunning beauty, and didn’t notice the very rare spirit behind his 
appearance. 

But Glorfindel saw. And he knew that someday this little elfling would be very 
special.

“I promise,” the elfling whispered, eyes shining bright in the semidarkness. 

 “I know your words are meant well and I will be careful.  I will learn to fight. And 
thank you for saving me.” Erestor reached forward and shyly brushed his lips 
against his rescuer’s cheek. Glorfindel flinched at first, but then smiled.

“Very well then, I suggest you try to sleep now. I will not leave you, unless you 
want me to.” Erestor’s kiss burned his cheek, and he tried desperately to 
understand just why he felt as if he were melting from such a simple kiss. 

Just a little kiss given by elfling. 

“I do want you to stay. I feel so safe in your arms.”

“You are safe. Sleep now, pen dithen.”

“You have not given me your name, my lord,” Erestor mumbled, already half 
asleep.

“Estannen Glorfindel.”

Glorfindel…and with his rescuer’s name poised upon his lips, Erestor fell into a 
deep relaxed sleep, safe and happy in the Elf’s warm and strong embrace.

Glorfindel knew that he wouldn’t sleep this night. He was sure that as long as he 
lived, he would remember this beautiful night rest of his life. 

He couldn’t guess how short that life would be. 


When Glorfindel saw first rays of Anar, he saw something else too. 

The days of his beloved Gondolin were coming to an end. Taking the still 
sleeping Erestor with him, he left the elfling in the safe hands of Idril’s household, 
being the only chance he could give Erestor to escape the doomed city. 

When he saw his friend’s backs drawing away from him, he turned.  Glorfindel 
didn’t hesitate to meet his own destiny, secure in his beloved’s escape.

Fire and Shadow broke him, sending him to Mandos’ halls. 

Glorfindel’s last conscious thought was Erestor’s name.


Chapter 2

“Glorfindel of Gondolin.”

“Aye, my lord?”

“You are bidden to return, Glorfindel of Gondolin.”

“What do you mean? Did I not I come here by Flame and Shadow? I thought my 
fate fulfilled.”

“It is not. There are two of the Firstborn who still need you.”

“Who? Who they are? My King and my family are here with me. Or in Aman, 
forever safe and happy.”

“One is Elrond the Peredhel, son of Eärendil. You are to serve him and his future 
family.”

“And the other one?”

“Elrond will tell you.”

And so Glorfindel returned, to yet again fulfill his destiny he once thought done. 
Now he was to serve his dearest friend’s heir and grandson. He thought of that 
other Elf whom he was bidden to serve, but could not remember anyone who 
needed him so desperately. 

To whom was Glorfindel’s fate bound?

“You really are Glorfindel of Gondolin, the Balrog-slayer who saved my family?” 
Elrond was stunned, but Glorfindel succeeded in convincing him as to the validity 
of his identity.  Once established, Elrond nodded his head in greeting, then 
added gravely,

 “I admit freely that your appearance was truly unexpected, so I pray that you 
pardon my doubts. But it is well and good that you are here. There is someone 
who is in great need of you, far so than myself.”

Again Glorfindel was beset with curiosity. 

 “What in the name of the Valar do you mean? There is no one from my own 
family, and nearly no one from yours, my lord, if I may speak so boldly.”

Elrond merely smiled. 

 “Do you remember that little elfling whom you saved from Maeglin, and then 
from the doomed city?”

Glorfindel’s heart almost stopped. 


 “What! You mean…Erestor! Is he here?”

Elrond nodded. 

 “Erestor is my servant. But he is a very lonely and troubled soul. He believes 
that I do not notice, but I worry about him.”  

“He was an incredible elfling. Beautiful and with a great spirit.  Have you any 
reason why he is sorely troubled,” Glorfindel asked concerned.

“He is indeed beautiful still, and his spirit is still great,” Elrond conceded. “I would 
make him my chief counselor for he is wise beyond all reckoning, and yet I 
cannot.”

“Whyever not?”

“Because…he is not considered an adult in the eyes of our kind. He repeatedly 
refuses his majority ritual, and without it…I can do nothing.”

That puzzled Glorfindel, who remembered how eager he’d been to prove himself 
of age. 

 “Has he given any reason for his decision?”

Elrond’s eyes fixed upon Glorfindel. 

 “Indeed. He refuses, he says, because the only one he ever allowed to touch 
him is dead…and he will not accept any other comfort. He is very beautiful, and 
desired by many. But nay, he will have none of them.”

“Ai Erestor”, Glorfindel groaned inwardly. 

“ You cannot do this to yourself”.  

He tried to explain to the other Elf. 

 “Are you aware of what Maeglin tried to do to him…?”

“Aye,” Elrond responded gravely. “He told me that Maeglin tried to rape him, and 
would have succeeded, if you had not come to his aid.”

“Has anything else happened to him since then…why would Erestor chose to live 
in such a way?”

“I can assure you nay! No one dares to touch him now without his permission. 
Erestor is extremely proficient with weapons, especially with swords and 
knives…”

There was at least some comfort in that.  The elfling would no longer fall prey to 
the lust of others.  Glorfindel felt a certain pride in his Erestor’s accomplishments.

My Erestor?  When did that happen?

In his heart, Glorfindel knew the answer.  It was a foolish question, but he had to 
ask it.  Perhaps…and hope blossomed and faded within him. 

 “So if Erestor will have no one here, who is the only one who holds his heart?” 

Elrond did not answer.  He did not have to.

“I see…then I see that I must go to him”, Glorfindel said weakly. Could he help 
Erestor? 

“Indeed you must,” Elrond intoned, “But remember this...Erestor’s life had been 
very lonely. His decision made him mocked by many, and he is suffering. I do so 
hope you can ease his pain.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Glorfindel followed Elrond’s instructions and found Erestor sitting under a big 
mallorn just outside of the city. When Erestor saw Glorfindel striding towards him, 
he nearly rose to run away as if seeing a spectre.

He had wanted to be alone with his memories and hopes. 

He saw the golden locks dancing in the wind and those beautiful azure eyes he’d 
never forgotten, he felt his knees weaken.

“It cannot be! Glorfindel? But I thought you were dead!”

“I was, pen-neth,” the Elf answered gravely.  “It appears that my work here is not 
yet done.  I have been summoned back…for you.”

Erestor was rendered speechless, his eyes wide with shock. 

 “This cannot be…I dream, or mine eyes are deceived by some spell.”

Glorfindel smiled thinly but with warmth. 

 “Nae, Erestor, I assure you that I am very much alive…and I am glad to see you 
are as well.”

Erestor threw himself into Glorfindel’s arms, embraced him as if to reassure 
himself that the other Elf was indeed real.

When he felt strong arms twine around his body, and warm lips against his 
cheek, he knew. Glorfindel of Gondolin was really here, with him. Suddenly all 
the years of loneliness, of a hopeless longing and unfulfilled desire melted away. 

Glorfindel felt Erestor shaking with a myriad of emotions, and merely held him 
close. When he felt young elf growing calmer, he pulled back a little and looked 
him over carefully.

“Sweet Elbereth, Erestor. You indeed have grown up, and you are just as 
stunning as I remembered!”  

Erestor was almost as tall as himself, fairly slender but strong. The eyes had yet 
to lose that amazing luminescent quality and the skin he could feel beneath his 
hands was softer than the finest silk. 

Glorfindel could not help it.  He leaned closer again, and tentatively pressed his 
lips against Erestor’s soft mouth. 

That first kiss nearly shattered his mind from the intensity of the feelings that 
surged to the fore. 

*Ai, Glorfindel*…Erestor whispered into the kiss.

Only thing mattered now…Glorfindel, this embrace, gentle but full of passion.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I have ceased to be an elfling, Glorfindel! I simply do not want any celebrations 
for my majority ritual.”

Glorfindel chuckled as his gaze wandered over Erestor’s lean body.

“Indeed you are no elfling, meleth nín, but are you certain about the celebration? 
I want to give you everything I can, to make you happy.”

“You are with me, and that is more than enough to make me happy.  Except…” 
Erestor’s voice trailed and he looked suddenly nervous.

“What is it, pen-neth…tell me. You know that I cannot deny you anything. I have 
loved you since I first laid my eyes upon you.”

Erestor drew in a deep breath, his eyes never once leaving Glorfindel’s face.  

“I…want to bind myself to you. I want to know that I am yours and only yours till 
the end of Arda.”

Glorfindel felt his heart almost burst with love. Erestor’s simple declaration stirred 
his very soul, and he felt hot tears begin to well in his eyes.

“Erestor…melamin…I said…I’ll give you everything, and if you want to be mine 
forever, so will it be.” Glorfindel replied, his voice thick with emotion. 

Through a small smile, Erestor bowed his head. 

 “Before you bind yourself to me, there is one more thing you should know.  That 
night…when Maeglin tried to force himself upon me…what he said to you about 
my mother…it was true…” Erestor couldn’t continue, simply waited for the 
condemnation in Glorfindel’s eyes.

There would be none as the other Elf reached out with tender fingers and stroked 
his cheek.

  “Do not chastise yourself, nor judge your mother for the choices she made in 
her life.  You are different and therefore not destined to walk her same path. You 
are Erestor from Gondolin…fair, beautiful, and loyal beyond death.  Elrond trusts 
your wisdom above many others and wishes to make you his chief counselor.”  
Glorfindel raised Erestor’s chin until their eyes met again. 

 “And I love you so very much that words fail me.  Le annon veleth nín…I give my 
love to you.”

And before Erestor could speak again, Glorfindel took his hand and began the 
heartfelt vow, which would bind them together, forever.

“I love you more than life itself, and my home is in your heart, now and forever. 
Linnon am meleth vîn… For you my soul is singing, for you and only you my 
heart is pounding. You are the only love of my life, the other part of my soul, my 
beloved and cherished spouse from this moment till eternity. Every day I thank 
Valar for you, for your love, for your very being.”

Erestor listened Glorfindel’s warm, mellifluous voice, his eyes filled with the 
wonder and miracle of love.  Was it merely a few days ago that he’d been 
resigned to a life bereft of this powerful being who’d captured his heart from the 
first?  He could hardly believe that this was really happening. 

Glorfindel was with him…wanted him…wanted to be his…forever. 

There was no hesitation, no doubt as Erestor repeated the words from his heart: 

“I love you more than life itself, and my home is in your heart, now and forever. 
Linnon am meleth vîn… For you my soul is singing, for you and only you my 
heart is pounding. You are the only love of my life, the other part of my soul, my 
beloved and cherished spouse from this moment till eternity. Every day I thank 
Valar for you, for your love, for your very being.”

And after the last words faded to become stars in the firmament of love, he was 
in Glorfindel’s arms, captured in a breathless, loving kiss. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Erestor…melamin…I will never let you go…” Glorfindel whispered between their 
shared kisses.

“Let’s go home,” Erestor said, shaking from the force of something he never 
imagined he’d ever feel. 

“I do not want to wait anymore. I want to be yours…in all ways…”

Glorfindel laughed thickly at the desparate need that echoed his own. 

 “Melin ceni hin lîn síla i 'eladhach. (*I love to see your eyes shine when you 
laugh.*)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Many saw them as they walked hand in hand through the city, but the new lovers 
had eyes only for each other. 

No one disturbed their quiet sojourn, even to offer felicitations and long life. They 
merely wondered what had happened to the Erestor they were familiar with – 
cold, distant and lonely – whom no one had ever been allowed to know. They 
could easily see he was a totally different being now, almost luminous with love. 

Moreover, the same emotions radiated from his unknown companion’s face.


Chapter 3

When they finally reached their destination, Erestor suddenly grew nervous.

Glorfindel immediately went to his side as the door closed behind them. 

 “What is it, melamin?

“I…I…know what to do for I have heard the elleths speak of it, and yet….” he 
admitted shyly.

Glorfindel smiled tenderly, stroking Erestor’s thick tresses. 

 “Do not fear melamin…I can promise you only pleasure from my hands.  I only 
ask two things of you…”

“And they are…”

“That you tell me at once, if you feel uncomfortable with anything we do.”

“I will…and what is the second?”

Glorfindel’s eyes darkened with desire. 

“Promise me…do not hold anything back…do not shield your pleasure from 
me…scream to the heavens if it is what you feel when we touch. I want you enjoy 
this as much as I.”

Erestor met Glorfindel’s gaze, and hot tremors ran through him. 

“I…promise. I love you so much.”  Erestor’s fear faded to hungry urgency as his 
entire soul realized what he needed this moment was Glorfindel, his husband, his 
only love. 

 “Make love to me now...”

Glorfindel didn’t need to be told twice. He guided his beloved to the bathing 
chamber, and prepared a warm bath for the both of them. When the tub was 
filled with steamy water, he turned and took Erestor in his arms.

“Now…let me undress you. Let me see how beautiful you truly are, lirimaer.”

Erestor stood as Glorfindel’s gentle hands removed his clothing piece by piece, 
taking time to kiss every inch of the skin being slowly bared to his eager gaze.  
To the older Elf, Erestor was perfection incarnate, as if the Valar when creating 
the Firstborn had taken especial time to shape and mold the impossibly beautiful 
elf who now called him husband. 

Erestor, unable to see the look of love in Glorfindel’s eyes blushed furiously.  He 
was unsure if the Elf would still find him desirable. Erestor’s worries instantly 
eased when Glorfindel shed his own clothing and was evidently aroused. 

“Aye, melamin. As you see…I really do want you very much.”  Glorfindel stepped 
into the tub and sank down into the water, never once taking his eyes from 
Erestor’s pale moonlight body. 

  “You are so beautiful…so desirable…come to me. I want you in my arms…”

He opened his arms and Erestor eagerly went to him.  He sat between 
Glorfindel’s thighs, his back against firm chest. 

Glorfindel moaned when he felt a warm, incredibly soft body pressing against his. 
He pulled Erestor as close as possible, caressing him tenderly. Erestor writhed in 
Glorfindel’s arms, and his breathing quickly became labored. 

“Does that feel good, melamin,” Glorfindel asked gently, the water swirling quietly 
around them. 

“Ai…” Erestor groaned deeply, feeling a slow heat building inside of him.  

“…more…please…”  He never imagined such intense pleasure as this, just from 
these warm and loving caresses.  He finally understood what the elleths meant, 
of how the power in a touch could make one’s soul sing.  This was what he’d 
been missing all his life.

He felt his lover’s arousal pressing against his buttocks, making his enjoyment 
even more powerful, knowing that he was the cause. 

When Glorfindel took Erestor’s length in his hand, it was all he could do to lean 
his head against Glorfindel’s shoulder while his lover pressed heated kisses on 
his neck, and those firm hand stroked him up and down, stretching his pleasure 
over and out until he was mindless with it. The hand on him felt like many hands, 
playing his body like an instrument, coaxing symphonies of raw and naked desire 
from him.  A low moan escaped Erestor’s lips as a surging wave of bliss crashed 
over him, making him shudder and beg and pant and plead for still more. 

Glorfindel shared his groans, the sounds of Erestor’s completion echoing 
throughout the room. His beloved was so tempting, caught up as he was in the 
midst of his newly-awakened passion, and it almost proved his undoing. He 
simply closed his eyes and savored Erestor’s trembling body grown pliant against 
his own. 

“It was…it was…” The Elf turned and pressed a passionate kiss on Glorfindel’s 
lips, still lightly shaking from his first experience in love. 

 “…I never knew it could be anything like this…I mean, I know what they 
say…but Ai Valar…” 

Glorfindel nuzzled Erestor’s swan-like throat, grinning like a madman.

  “Oh, melamin…this was merely the beginning. There is so much more I will 
show you…so many different ways to love you, and you will know them all before 
this night ends.”

He rose in a graceful shower of water cascading from his body, and now Erestor 
had the chance to fully see Glorfindel in his glory – slender with powerful corded 
muscles with his long, strong hands.  Hands that had been his gentle guide into 
this unknown world.  The sight of him nearly took the sensitive Elf’s breath away.

“You are so beautiful…Glorfindel…” Just saying his beloved’s name made him 
shiver lightly again.  The way it sounded on his tongue.  If a name could have a 
flavor, Glorfindel’s would be the finest, sweetest delicacy from Yavanna’s own 
table.

Glorfindel’s answer was to snort.  

“I?  Compared to you, my beloved, I am merely a pale shadow of your own 
beauty.  Did you never see how much the other Elves desired you?”  When a 
frisson of fear passed over Erestor’s face, he added softly,

 “Nay, I did not mean that way…but they did desire you…to love you as should 
be loved and worshipped.”

As he helped Erestor to his feet, drying them both with large towel, Erestor said, 

“The only being whose regard matters to me most is yourself.  It is your love that 
has given me hope.”

Leaving the bath chamber, Erestor took his clothes and was about to dress when 
Glorfindel stopped him.

“You shall not need those anymore…” he teased, nibbling on the highly sensitive 
point of Erestor’s ear, 

“At least not before tomorrow.” 


He led Erestor to the bed – their bed now – and tenderly lowered his beloved 
onto it, then lay beside him.  

Glorfindel was taken aback when he saw the beginnings of shining tears in 
Erestor’s eyes.

“Erestor, melethen? What is wrong? Have I done something wrong…Goheno nin 
(*forgive me*)…I never meant to bring you pain…”

“Nay…I just...I still cannot bring myself to believe this would ever happen…all of 
this…I was certain that I had lost you forever, before I even had the chance to 
love you.”

“Leave it behind, melethen. I am here now and there is no possible way that I will 
ever leave you.” Glorfindel softly kissed Erestor’s trembling lips. The kiss 
deepened quickly, when Glorfindel felt his beloved’s mouth open to receive more. 
He slid his tongue into that tempting mouth, and tasted every inch of it until they 
both panted heavily.

“Do you know how much I love you,” Glorfindel breathed, sharing the oxygen and 
his words.

 “I fell in love with you the very moment you came into my sight, and while I knew 
it for what it was, I was terrified…I felt myself no better than that thrice-cursed 
Maeglin, because even as I rescued you from him, I found myself wanting you 
too…and you were a mere elfling…I was ashamed of my lust…”

This time it was Erestor who offered comfort, holding himself close to Glorfindel’s 
body.

“There was no cause for you to feel that way for I knew was safe with you. For 
the first time in my life I felt at peace as I slept in your arms. And now…I’m not an 
elfling anymore…” Erestor whispered with determination, pressing even closer. 

“Please…make love to me…make me yours.” 

“You are mine…until the end of Arda…and even beyond that for I will not be 
parted from you…” 

Glorfindel captured Erestor’s lips once more, and this time their kiss wasn’t 
gentle, but full of passion and need as Erestor grew steadily bolder in the giving 
as well as in the receiving of pleasure. He gasped when he found himself 
covered by Glorfindel’s strong and aroused body.  His whole being was on fire as 
his lover caressed and kissed him with the fervor of one starved. He stroked 
Glorfindel’s back and shoulders, marveling at his beloved’s soft skin.  

Erestor whimpered when he felt gentle but strong hands once more stroking his 
arousal as lips traveled slowly downward.

“Glorfindel…”

“Shh…I want to taste you, melamin…”

He dropped his head and plant a tiny kiss on the tip of his beloved’s length. The 
quiet little moan became a long and loud cry when he finally took Erestor 
completely in his mouth.

Glorfindel moaned as he tasted his beloved’s heavenly flavor on his tongue. His 
other hand cupped and massaged his beloved’s heavy sacs, while the other 
gently caressed silky, lightly trembling thighs.

 “Glor…findel…by…oh sweet Valar…Ni quorya (*I’m drowning*),” Erestor panted, 
slowly but surely sliding towards total abandon.  The mouth on him was doing 
things he never imagined a mouth could do.

“Come, melamin…for me…” Glorfindel urged, murmuring around Erestor as he 
pulled harder with his mouth.

 “Come to me…”

And once again Erestor came, crying his beloved’s name.  

Glorfindel savored every precious drop, leaving none, greedy for still more and 
continued to milk Erestor until there was nothing left.  No meal, no feast had ever 
satisfied him as much.

He waited until the butterfly tremors stilled, then took Erestor in his arms again.

“What you do to me…” Erestor panted huskily, with wonder.  “It is like magic…”

“Indeed…and there is still so much more than this…”  

“More…I want it all…everything…”

Glorfindel’s answering chuckle was throaty as he began to softly caress Erestor’s 
firm buttocks.  “Greedy melleth…you shall have as much of me as you will ever 
want…”

Carefully he began to caress the untouched opening, amazed at the softness 
here, and speechless at being allowed the gift of showing this beautiful being 
what pleasure truly was. 

Erestor opened and relaxed from the sensual touch as one finger slid inside him.

“Does that feel good,” Glorfindel asked in a hungry whisper, while gently moving 
his finger in and out.  He was determined for this not to cause pain, and no 
matter how long it took, he would do just that.

 “This is where I take you, lirimaer…how I finally make you all mine.” 

Erestor squirmed enticingly. The second finger felt a little strange, but not painful. 
White-hot waves of pleasure burst through him as those fingers brushed against 
a place inside of him that made him feel like an explosion of liquid gold. He tried 
to push against Glorfindel’s hand, aching to feel that amazing feeling once more. 
Teasing fingers moved inside Erestor’s tight channel, stroking that secret spot 
over and over again. 

“Ai Glorfindel, melamin…show mercy…love me…” 

It was an almost painful longing and he so desperately needed Glorfindel to fill 
that emptiness. To fill him with his love, and to make him finally complete. When 
Glorfindel finally moved closer, Erestor opened, welcoming him.

“Aye melamin…now…” Glorfindel placed himself gently above him.

Erestor cried Glorfindel’s name, when he finally entered him, making him fully his 
own. Erestor’s whole world had changed. He was full. Full of Glorfindel. Full of 
his love and passion.

”I love you so much…yes…more...love me…” Erestor panted, swaying his hips 
pleadingly.

“Erestor…my beloved…you feel heavenly…” Glorfindel started to move and 
Erestor felt a flood of sensations burning in his body with incredible power. He 
arched, giving himself to Glorfindel, to their common pleasure. Rapidly growing 
heat drowned everything around them. There was only Glorfindel and pure 
rapture burning inside their whole beings.

Glorfindel couldn’t hold back his hoarse cries, and he knew he wouldn’t last long. 
He kissed Erestor’s lips until he felt the blood boiling his veins. His hand gripped 
tightly around Erestor’s erection, starting to move with same rhythm as their 
rising and falling hips. Neither the past nor the future existed – only the present. 
Only this blissful moment, as they moved together like leaves swaying in a gentle 
breeze which led them nearer to the peak of fulfillment with every thrust. Their 
shared moans may have been heard within Mandros’ halls when both finally 
reached their release, first one then the other.


Erestor’s face radiated love, happiness and contentment, his eyes shone brighter 
than any star. 

“I never knew…”  Erestor mumbled sleepily, burying his face Glorfindel’s neck.  “I 
never knew such joy could be mine…”

“Nor did I, beloved.  But I see you are exhausted. Sleep, melamin. We can 
arrange everything else tomorrow. And this time you will wake up in my arms.

“Do you promise that?”

“I shall even swear it, if you want. Nothing can separate us anymore. Sleep now. 
You need rest.”

Erestor fell into a dreamless perfect sleep, and Glorfindel refused to let him go. 
He stroked his beloved’s raven locks, thinking how lucky he was. It was a very 
rare gift, that one had second chance at life. 

A second chance at happiness. 

Finally he fully understood what blessing had been bestowed upon him that 
fateful night, so many years ago. 


Epilogue

“Are you not nervous, melamin,” Erestor asked, regarding his lover with a careful 
eye. 

“I know how you feel about all these ceremonies, but we were bidden by Lord 
Elrond to represent Imladris.”

This time it was he, not Glorfindel who took him in a soothing embrace before the 
massive doors opened slowly.

“No, not nervous, just eager for this to be over so that I can get you back to our 
chambers and love you until the sun rises on the morrow.”  Glorfindel took 
Erestor’s hand. 

They led each other before the High King, Elessar Telcontar, and his Queen, 
Arwen, known as The Evenstar.

“I am Glorfindel of Gondolin,” he said with a bow.  Raising their joined hands he 
said with pride. “And this is Erestor of Gondolin, my beloved husband.”


~FIN~