Title: All I Ask Of You
Author: Zilah
Type: FPS
Characters: Glorfindel/Melpomaen, Erestor/Elladan/Elrohir
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Sad but true: they are not mine. I just play with them. No one pays me.
Warnings: AU, Threesome
Beta: And thank you, Jennie, for your excellent betaing. Without you I was lost.
Author's Notes: I love Glorfindel and Melpomaen but all too seldom I see them together. 
I had challenge for this fic from Jana, who wanted to read something with this adorable 
pairing. 

Summary: Glorfindel and Melpomaen are in love, but they need someone to nudge them 
to right direction. Erestor is the right elf for the job.

*****

Chapter 1

Erestor grinned when he heard another sigh escaping his friend’s lips. He followed 
Glorfindel’s gaze, and noticed him staring at Melpomaen…again. The balrog slayer had 
visited the library far more frequently after the young scribe had started his job. Erestor 
had his own suspicions as to his friend’s reasons, but they hadn’t talked about it yet. 
Maybe now it was right time.

“Ai Glorfindel! You are hopeless. Why don’t you just go, and ask him out?” He 
whispered mischievously. His grin widened when he saw Glorfindel blushing. So, the 
famed Balrog slayer was really smitten with his new secretary. Erestor wasn’t surprised. 
Melpomaen was indeed a pretty little elf, as well as the best secretary Erestor has ever 
had. 

“I would love to… he is the sweetest creature I have ever seen. But he is so young. 
Maybe too young for me”, Glorfindel sighed. He had fallen in love with Melpomaen at 
very first sight. 

He loved everything about him… 

warm brown eyes, shiny auburn hair… 

beautiful, though shy smile… 

He didn’t dare to think what those shapeless robes hid… 

Oh, this time he was in real trouble and he knew it. Glorfindel had had lovers before, but 
nobody had stolen his heart like Melpomaen. Still, he was hesitant to pursue him openly, 
mostly because he didn’t want just one more casual fling with someone who wanted only 
his fame.

Erestor couldn’t believe his ears. 

“Glorfindel, mellon nín (my friend). I never believed this day coming. The famed Balrog 
slayer has finally fallen in love! I can almost hear your many admirers’ wailing.”

“You don’t have to be so cheeky, Erestor. I never asked for their hero-worship. Is it so 
hard to believe that all I want is someone who would love me as an elf… as Glorfindel, 
not just for my appearance and fame?” Glorfindel asked with saddened voice. 

Erestor frowned when seeing his friend’s sudden melancholy. This was really unusual 
behavior for Glorfindel. He and the Golden Lord had known each other for ages, but 
never before Erestor had seen his friend like this.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I really wish I could help you”, he said, worried.

“You can help me, if you really want. You know him far better than I do. So, tell me if 
I've got any chance with him.” Glorfindel whispered hopefully. 

Erestor thought for a long time before answering. The truth was, that he didn’t know 
Melpomaen very well yet, for he hadn't been at Imladris very long. But what he knew, 
made him smile. Oh yes. The little scribe would make excellent mate for Glorfindel. He 
just didn’t know it yet. The plan began to form in his brain. He wasn’t the Chief 
Counsellor at Imladris for nothing.

“I must think of this. But if you want, I can try and find out what he thinks of you.” 
Erestor offered.

“All right. But be careful! I don’t want him to know anything about me, not yet”, 
Glorfindel accepted, after moment’s hesitation.

“Be at peace, mellon nín. I won’t tell him anything”, Erestor said, smiling mysteriously.

Glorfindel wasn’t quite sure if he did the right thing to accept Erestor’s help. The smile 
on his friend’s face made him nervous. Erestor was the most cunning and wicked elf he 
had ever known. Glorfindel had marveled, at times, at how the elf he knew was totally 
different from that stoic and distant Chief Counsellor whom many respected. He and 
Erestor had been best friends for many millennia, since they were young elves in 
Gondolin. 

Erestor smiled at Glorfindel when he was leaving, and returned to his work. This time, he 
didn’t continue his endless paperwork. Instead, he started to write down completely 
different document. The heading was:

“How to get Glorfindel and Melpomaen to a date?”

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Melpomaen watched his desk unbelievingly. Amongst the usual piles of papers, was the 
most beautiful red rose he had ever seen. He didn’t know what to do. Nobody sent him 
roses. Ever. Finally he took the flower in his hand and went to his superior.

“I’m sorry to disturb you My Lord, but I need help. Someone has left a rose on my desk, 
and I’m sure it is a mistake”, he said shyly.

Erestor raised his head, watching the youth carefully.

“Why ever would you think it is a mistake?” He finally asked, surprised.

“Because… because I haven’t anyone who would send me such gifts”, Melpomaen 
explained awkwardly. His embarrassment eased a little when he saw the Lord smiling, 
amused. Melpomaen had found Lord Erestor a demanding and strict superior, but also 
always righteous and honorable.

“Maybe I can correct you. You haven’t yet had anyone who would send you such gifts. 
But now you obviously have such a one. I request that you enjoy it. It’s always nice to 
have secret admirer”, Erestor snorted. 

Melpomaen blushed.

“But… but… how? Besides, I’m already…”, he stammered astonished. 

Erestor flinched. This was unexpected. He had thought that Melpomaen was available. 
As far he knew, the elf hadn’t a lover. Had he been wrong?

“What do you mean? If you have a lover, why wouldn't he or she give you gifts?”

“I didn’t mean it that way. I haven’t lover, but…” Melpomaen couldn’t continue. He had 
tears of embarrassment in his eyes. He never dared to tell Lord Erestor of his piteous 
crush. What made things all the worse, was that the very object of his fantasies was his 
superior’s best friend. He didn’t think that Lord Erestor would laugh at him if he knew, 
but would surely think him childish fool. 

Erestor watched Melpomaen with a start. The youth hung his head. Erestor had seen tears 
in his eyes. How in Arda had this simple rose succeeded in upsetting him so? He had to 
solve this riddle. It wasn’t good for Melpomaen, nor their work, if the youth was 
unhappy. Erestor had taken a liking to the young elf from the very beginning. He had 
thought that if he had elflings, he would have someone like Melpomaen. It was almost 
strange that Glorfindel also had feelings for the youth, though much less innocent…

“Melpomaen, pen-neth (young one). Saes (please) calm down. There is no reason to be 
afraid. Maybe I can help if you tell me what is wrong”, he said softly.

“I… I can’t tell. It is so wrong… so embarrassing.” Melpomaen whispered desperately. 

Melpomaen’s words worried Erestor even more. Was it possible that someone had hurt 
this adorable elf? If something had happened, he wanted to know it.

“There is nothing you cannot tell me, pen-neth. I appreciate you greatly, and it pains me 
to see you so upset. Keep in mind that whatever you tell me will remain within these 
walls if that is what you want.”

Erestor’s words finally broke Melpomaen’s defenses and he started to speak, his cheeks 
flaming.

“I am in love with someone I can never have. " 

“And why do you think so? Isn’t he available, then?”

“No! How you think that I could break someone’s happiness like that? But there is whole 
sea between us. He is so noble and beautiful… and completely beyond my reach.” 

“Oh, pen-neth! Don’t make the mistake to worship anyone like some demi-god. Behind 
glorious names are mere elves who want to love and be loved… like everyone. The title 
doesn’t protect anyone against heartache.”

Melpomaen thought at Erestor’s words. He had never thought about it that way. He was 
surprised at his Lord’s sympathy. He started to think he could tell him, after all. Lord 
Erestor was the wisest elf he knew, so maybe he could tell what to do. Finally he made up 
his mind, and decided to pour his heart out.

“I will tell… if you promise not to tell him about my feelings.”

“I promise. But I still suggest to you that you tell him. Nobody in his right mind would 
reject you.” Erestor smiled encouragingly.

“I don’t know about that… And the only one whose opinion matters… is Lord 
Glorfindel”, Melpomaen whispered, blushing. So. There it was. He had finally said it 
aloud.

Erestor hid his smile carefully. This turned out much easier than he ever dared to believe.

*****

Chapter 2

Melpomaen almost panicked, seeing Lord Erestor’s face turning serious. He struggled to 
not flinch under that piercing gaze. What a fool he had been, when he had told the truth. 
What if he were banished from his job now, maybe even from Imladris? Silence between 
them continued, and Melpomaen could hear his heart’s rapid pounding in his ears.

“Glorfindel… I see”, Erestor finally said. He saw full well Melpomaen’s distress but 
couldn’t ease his mind, not yet. First he had to be sure that the youth’s feelings were real, 
for both of their sakes.

“I… I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have…”, Melpomaen began, but Erestor waved him to 
silence.

“I’m not mad at you, pen-neth if that’s what you think. I just want to be sure that your 
feelings are not that hero-worshipping I told you about. Glorfindel has had enough for 
that kind of foolishness. ”

“They are not! I could never… How anyone could not see his beauty? The gentleness that 
shines from his every cell? I have seen how he adores elflings, animals, and how he 
always cherishes even smallest and weakest ones. How could anyone not to love him?”

Melpomaen calmed a little when he saw Lord Erestor’s face softening into light smile.

“Fine. I believe you. I am sorry when I pressed you so, but Glorfindel is like brother to 
me. I don’t want to see him hurt”, Erestor said, much more warmly.

“I understand. Though I must admit that I was quite scared for a moment. I thought you 
would get angry with me”, Melpomaen whispered shakily. This encounter had been quite 
frightening. 

“Oh, pen-neth. I really am sorry. What if you went to rest for a while? You have been 
working so hard lately. I owe you that, after giving you such shock”, Erestor suggested 
gently.

Melpomaen left gratefully. He felt quite dizzy at the moment. Maybe a short walk in 
fresh air would help.

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Melpomaen decided to visit the stables, to see how his mare was doing. He loved his 
horse. She was all he had left from his parents who had sailed for Aman a while ago. He 
was all alone in Arda now, and he hoped that someday he would feel that Imladris was 
his home. So far, he had enjoyed his stay, but sometimes he longed something more. Or 
rather, someone to love, not just passing and insignificant friendships. But, could he ever 
find peace and happiness, as long as he cherished fool hopes of someone he could never 
have?

He was almost at his destination when his walking was stopped abruptly. Someone had 
gripped his arm, and didn’t let him go.

“Look at that little cutey, my friends! Isn’t he adorable?” The tall, blond elf laughed at his 
friends, and pulled him closer. Melpomaen tried to struggle away, but the elf was bigger 
and far too strong to him. 

“Let me go!” he snapped, but the elf obviously had no intentions to oblige.

“Oh my, you are not only pretty, but fiery as well! I must admit that I’m quite smitten 
with you. Give me a kiss and I will let you go”, the elf smirked. His friends around them 
spurred him on. 

“No! I don’t want to. Let me go, saes.” Melpomaen whispered, embarrassed. His 
situation began to sink in on him, and he got tears in his eyes. How in Arda would he get 
away from this terrible trouble? He tried desperately to think of something to do, when 
suddenly, an angry voice boomed behind him.

“Take your filthy hands off of him! Now!”

The elf let him go so quickly, that Melpomaen stumbled onto his back.

“So, Glorfindel the Great had arrived again, clad in his shiny armor. I can guess that you 
want this little tidbit all for yourself! Why you are the only one here who has permission 
to enjoy his charms?” The elf said, bitterly.

“I have warned you several times, Feredir (Hunter). You don’t seem understand that 
when someone says no, he means it. And no one in this valley is obliged to submit to you 
against his will.”

Melpomaen flinched when he saw his savior. His cheeks flamed with embarrassment. 
Why, it just had to be him. Melpomaen didn’t dare meet the elda’s gaze when he lifted 
him up. 

“Are you all right, pen-neth?” Glorfindel asked him gently.

“I am. Can I go now?” He whispered, staring blindly at the ground. 

“Oh how sweet! I’m sure that you will greatly enjoy his tight little ass.” Feredir mocked. 

Melpomaen froze, trying desperately to hold back his tears. He had never felt so ashamed 
as at this moment, and his agony deepened at the thought that Lord Glorfindel was 
witnessing his shame. He never could see him again, without remembering this.

“What a monster you are, Feredir! You have no right to talk to Melpomaen like this! If 
you don’t apologize immediately, you will be mucking out the stable for the next decade, 
warrior though you may be!” Glorfindel shouted angrily. Melpomaen could see that the 
elda finally started to lose his temper. 

“You can wait until the waters of Arda run dry, Balrog-slayer! I won’t fawn upon you. 
Not ever.”

“All right. Then suffer your well deserved punishment. You are removed from your post. 
If you aren't very careful, you will find yourself banished from Imladris”, Glorfindel said 
coldly. Then he took Melpomaen’s arm, escorting him back to the house. He ignored the 
young elf’s obvious attempts to get rid of him. He couldn’t leave him alone, before he 
was sure that Melpomaen was all right. When they finally had made their way to the elf’s 
chambers, Glorfindel stopped him. 

“Melpomaen. Look at me, saes.” He said softly. After a long wait, the young elf finally 
met his gaze. Glorfindel's heart ached at seeing how Melpomaen’s eyes were full of pain 
and tears. He couldn’t just go and leave the young elf alone in his anguish.

“Can I go now, My Lord? I don’t think I can take much more.” Melpomaen begged, 
feeling his breaking point rapidly approaching. He was sure that Lord Glorfindel would 
despise him now, because of his weakness. How he could go on, after this humiliation?

“Don’t listen to him, pen-neth. He is but a bitter and malicious fool, nothing more.” 
Glorfindel said, trying to offer at least a little consolation. 

Melpomaen couldn’t answer. He couldn’t think. Suddenly, he broke out in tears, sobbing 
desperately. 

Glorfindel did the only thing he could; he took the sobbing elf in his arms, trying to 
soothe him. He had hoped silently that their embrace would have happened in different 
circumstances, but nevertheless he enjoyed holding his beloved close. When Glorfindel 
finally felt Melpomaen calming, he was almost sad because of it. How he wanted to keep 
this adorable creature in his arms, forever. But that wasn’t possible, not now, and he 
knew it. Reluctantly, Glorfindel freed the young elf from his embrace.

“Are you feeling better now?” He asked, wondering why his voice sounded so hoarse.

“I am. Thank you, My Lord. I don’t know what would have happened without you 
coming to my aid. I’m sorry I haven't thanked you sooner.” Melpomaen said shyly, 
starting to realize how close Glorfindel still stood. And how The Lord had held him, only 
a moment ago. He blushed, despite his former afflictions. 

“You owe me no apologies. I’m glad I could help you.” Glorfindel smiled, relieved.

“How can I ever thank you enough, for your help, My Lord?”

Melpomaen’s heart started to race, when Glorfindel leaned little closer, a hopeful smile 
on his beautiful face.

“Oh, there are a few things, I imagine… first, I hope that you would call me Glorfindel.”

“Aye, anything you say My… Glorfindel.”

Melpomaen was confused seeing Glorfindel’s smile growing but then he realized what he 
has just said. He had called the Lord his Glorfindel! How utterly embarrassing! 

“Just like that… my beautiful Mel. And there is another thing I ask of you.”

“What… what that would be”, Melpomaen gasped, feeling Glorfindel’s breath on his 
cheek, when the elda leaned to whisper into his ear.

“Would you give me the honor of dancing with you tonight?”

“Oh… aye! I would love to, if that is what you want.” Mel stuttered, daring not to believe 
in his luck. Would Glorfindel kiss him now? Oh… he was so close…

“I wait for that. We well meet tonight then, my beautiful Melpomaen.”

Mel closed his eyes, waiting Glorfindel’s kiss but suddenly he found him gone. Without 
kissing him. Melpomaen stepped slowly into his chambers, feeling dizzy and wondering 
what had happened.

****

Chapter 3

Erestor raised his head, when Glorfindel stormed into library. He startled, seeing that his 
friend was obviously upset.

“Glor? What had happened??" He asked

“I had to come and tell you! That filthy little skunk! I wish I could strangle him!” 
Glorfindel growled, pacing around. 

“Glor! Calm down and tell me. How can I help you if I don’t know who he is that you are 
cursing so heavily?”

“Why isn't Melpomaen at work?” Glorfindel demanded.

“Mel? I didn’t know that my staff is any of your concern, but I sent him to rest. He was 
quite exhausted. Now, you will tell me what happened. Is Mel all right? Why in Arda you 
are asking about him like that?” Erestor said, confused.

“He is NOT all right! He was harassed by Imladris’ most underhanded bastard! Luckily, I 
came to his aid before he was hurt seriously.”

Erestor flinched.

“You cannot mean… Feredir (Hunter)! What did that poor excuse for an elf do to Mel?”

“He tried to kiss him by force, and mocked Mel cruelly. That's when I came and saved 
him. It was horrible! You should have seen how devastated he was. He cried, Erestor! 
Because of Feredir’s filthy lies!”

Erestor struggled to keep his anger in bay.

“You can be sure that Feredir will soon regret he ever laid his eyes upon Melpomaen. His 
ways have always been sickening, but now he has gone too far.” He said coldly.

“What you going to do to him?” Glorfindel wanted to know.

“Leave him to me. I know exactly the right punishment for that scoundrel.”

Glorfindel studied his friend, and decided that he didn’t want to know. Erestor was a 
good friend, trustworthy and caring. However, as an enemy… he could be terrifying. His 
quick wit and sharp tongue were well known at Imladris’ council, and no one in his right 
mind would dare to annoy him. 

Erestor thought about the situation for a moment. He needed help with this, but he was 
little hesitant to ask for it. He feared it would cost him too much. But, finally, he decided 
that any payment wouldn't be too high for Glorfindel and Mel.

“Go now. I have to think. Would you send Elladan and Elrohir to me?” He said quietly. 

Glorfindel left, and went in search of Elrond’s sons. He was sure that Erestor’s plan 
would be successful. If one needed help in any mischief, the twins would be the right 
elves for the job. He smiled, thinking of the coming evening. Feredir would surely endure 
his well-earned punishment, and Melpomaen had promised him one dance. Life was 
indeed wonderful!

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Erestor’s heart started to race, when he heard familiar voices nearing. All too soon, he 
saw two identical younglings rushing in. They really were beautiful to look at, and their 
charm was deadly! Not even he was immune to it. Particularly not him.

“Erestor! You summoned us. How…”

“… can we can help you?”

Erestor stared at the twins wordlessly. Had he been wrong, thinking he should ask for 
their help? Or rather, could he pay the price they surely would require? After long 
hesitation, he decided to continue. He couldn’t accomplish his plan alone.

“I need your help.” He said, struggling not to shiver under the twins’ gazes. Silently, he 
wondered how they succeeded to unbalance him like no one else. Elladan and Elrohir had 
always been very dear to him, but after they have reached their majority, this affection 
had turned into Erestor’s secret shame. How in Arda he could tell anyone that he desired 
his former students… and not only into his bed, but to love him, as much as he loved 
them. For a long time he had been scared that they would notice the true nature of his 
feelings. Lately, his situation had worsened, when the twins had occasionally tried to 
seduce him. He was sure they were just playing with him, but he couldn’t tell them to 
stop it. 

“Anything for you, Erestor. Just tell us what you want and you will have it.” the twins 
promised enthusiastically. 

Erestor quickly explained the situation to twins, and saw how their faces turned serious.

“We should have been guessed! He is disgusting. And little Mel in his filthy hands… it is 
an unbearable thought.” Elladan said, shuddering.

“I assume that you are still willing to help me?”

“Of course. That skunk really needs a lesson or two, on how to treat people.” The twins 
said.

Erestor told them about his plan, and the twins chuckled delighted.

“Oh Erestor! You are not only beautiful, but also your dirty mind matches our own! Your 
plan is brilliant!”

Erestor smiled wickedly, and bowed his head.

“I’m glad of your approval.” He said coyly.

“Where are you going to get that tea we need?”

“Leave it to me. I have my methods to get what I want.”

“We know it. And that is the reason we love you so much.” The twins snorted. 

Erestor’s insides turned cold, and his heart ached. How much he wanted that their words 
were true! But that never can be, he knew it full well. Absently, he dismissed the twins, 
and tried to focus his task. He had to make sure that Feredir would never forget this night.

********************************************************************* 

Melpomaen wondered if he should go to the dinner at all. Glorfindel would surely be 
there, and maybe that horrible Feredir, too. He shuddered. He thought that he never 
wanted to meet that obnoxious elf again. There was something else too, which made him 
pensive. He wasn’t quite sure what to think about Glorfindel. The Lord had been so kind, 
and every now and then he had seemed being almost interested in him… But on the other 
hand… why Glorfindel hadn’t kissed him then, when he had had a chance? Maybe his 
kindness, and also that wish to dance with him, was only pity?

Finally he decided that he had nothing to loose, anyway. He just had to be careful and 
stay with others, so that Feredir wouldn’t get any chance to pursue him. As for 
Glorfindel… he just had to wait and see. Only time will tell what his intentions had been. 
He surely would be disappointed if the Lord wouldn’t ask him to dance, but had he never 
truly believed in his chances with him? If Melpomaen was honest to himself, the answer 
was no.

After long and thorough preparation, Melpomaen was finally pleased with his 
appearance. He usually braided his hair at work, but tonight he wore it loose. He had his 
best robes on, the ones he had never worn before. It was deep-green velvet with golden 
embroidery, and the color made his skin glow and hair shine. He looked at himself in the 
mirror, and let himself dream for one moment. Maybe, if the Valar were gracious, his 
greatest dream would become truth.

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Glorfindel was nervous. He chided himself for his stupidity, but he couldn’t stop his 
thoughts and dreams. Was it possible, that Melpomaen’s feelings were something more 
than gratitude or admiration? How he hoped they were! 

He wasn’t quite sure, but had he seen disappointment in Melpomaen’s eyes, when he had 
left without kissing him? Leaving Melpomaen had been almost painful, but what else he 
could do? Melpomaen had suffered enough for one day. He didn’t need any more 
unwanted advances.

But Melpomaen had promised to dance with him tonight. Maybe, if he were lucky, he 
could steal from him a little kiss.

And maybe… if the Valar were gracious, his greatest dream would become truth. 

****

Chapter 4

The dinner was undisturbed, although a few sensed some tension in the air. Erestor 
managed to slip a little bottle to the twins without anyone noticing. He smirked inwardly. 
If Elladan and Elrohir succeeded in getting that tea into Feredir’s drink, that lecherous 
bastard would have a hard lesson. 

The twins started their approach as soon as they entered the Fire-hall. Elladan studied 
their prey for a moment, then went to Feredir, asking how his evening had been.

Erestor followed their encounter from the other side of the hall and smirked when the 
twins and Feredir left together. His smile widened, when Elladan and Elrohir came back 
after a while, smiling triumphantly.

“Well? Tell me did it work?” He asked curiously.

The t wins started to laugh so hard, that they soon had tears in their eyes. 

“I told you. It was a brilliant plan, Erestor! Let’s just say, that a privy will be his best 
friend for quite some time now. We saw him running towards his room, faster than ever 
he did in patrols.” Elrohir smirked smugly.

“And pray tell me, who had had the questionable honor to be your victim this time?”

The twins turned around, relieved when it was Glorfindel who had come. The captain had 
always been quite understanding with them, and occasionally had even taken part in their 
mischief. 

“Let me assure you, this heroic deed was planned by our dear Erestor, and accomplished 
with his gracious help and blessing.” Elladan said, bowing his head formally. Glorfindel 
watched his best friend, who had obvious difficulties hiding his mirth.

“Feredir? Did you…” He started, but found the truth from their grinning faces.

“Fine. I don’t want to know.” Glorfindel said quickly, thinking that Erestor was 
sometimes worse than his former students. Whatever they had done to Feredir, it was 
surely much more embarrassing than his own imagination could ever produce. And the 
elf had deserved it all. Glordindel stirred from his thoughts, when he saw Erestor smiling 
enigmatically.

“Now is your chance, meldir (my friend).” He said, and winked to the door. Glorfindel 
turned his gaze and almost forgot to breath. Melpomaen had finally arrived. The elda 
could only stare at the young scribe with awe. He had never seen his beloved so beautiful 
as he now was. Melpomaen was with his friends, and walked slowly around the hall, 
laughing and chatting with them. The young elf had changed into his formal robes, which 
suited him beautifully, making him all the more delicious. His hair was free now, and 
Glorfindel’s hands itched to smooth those auburn locks. 

Glorfindel waited one more moment, hesitating, wondering if he should go and talk to 
him. Finally, he saw his chance, when the minstrels started to play a slow, romantic tune.

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Melpomaen’s heart started to race when he saw Glorfindel coming towards him. He tried 
to act like nothing extraordinary was happening, even if his friends started to whisper and 
giggle excitedly. To his friends, this was really extraordinary; to see the great Balrog 
slayer coming, quite obviously straight towards them. Melpomaen was a little 
embarrassed because of his friends' fussing. Now he started to understand Erestor’s worry 
for his friend. It must be quite awkward if Glorfindel had to bear this kind of behavior 
every time he tried to socialize with people. Melpomaen tried to ignore giggling and 
whispers around them, when Glorfindel finally reached him. 

“Do you still remember the promise you gave me, my sweet Melpomaen?” Glorfindel 
asked quietly, extending his hand. 

“Of course, my L… oh… Glorfindel.” Melpomaen stuttered, blushing. How in Arda did 
he manage to get muddled with his words every time he talked with Glorfindel? Much to 
his relief, the elda only smiled when he took the offered hand and they walked to the 
dance floor. 

Melpomaen felt his knees weakening when Glorfindel pulled him gently closer. He didn’t 
know how he would manage this, without embarrassing himself completely. Never 
before had someones closeness felt this heady. Melpomaen didn’t even notice that they 
had started to dance slowly. All he knew was that Glorfindel’s powerful body was against 
his own, his arm safely around him, his beautiful eyes looking at him gently.

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Erestor quietly watched the dancing couple. They seemed to be completely in their own 
world, and their feelings were visible upon their faces, for all to see. Erestor was happy 
for Glorfindel. Too long his best friend had suffered because of senseless hero worship. 
Every time he was pursued, he had to be suspicious if the elf was really interested to 
know the real Glorfindel, not just the famed Balrog slayer. Now anyone could see that 
little Melpomaen had really, deeply fallen in love with Glorfindel. 

Erestor flinched when Elladan put his arms around his waist. This was the moment he 
had waited for, but also feared the whole evening. It was time for payment.

“Erestor, lirimaer… come with us. “ The young peredhel whispered with a husky voice 
and Erestor trembled. But he could do nothing but comply as he let the twins lead him 
away from the Fire- hall. 

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Melpomaen could smell Glorfindel’s intoxicating scent, without noticing, he leaned 
closer. All his senses craved more of Glorfindel, more of this heady closeness. Finally, 
Glorfindel pulled him tightly against him, and a little whimper escaped from his lips. 
Never had anyone stirred Melpomaen’s feelings like Glorfindel. He couldn’t stop himself 
anymore, but buried his hands into Glorfindel’s golden locks, smoothing them tenderly. 
The elda didn’t seem to mind. Melpomaen could feel his arousal against his hip, and he 
also heard Glorfindel’s heavy breathing. Or was this choked voice his own, after all? He 
didn’t know, nor did he care. Writhing with need, Melpomaen buried his face into 
Glorfindel’s neck, and felt a rapidly beating vein right under his lips. Without thinking 
Melpomaen pressed his lips upon it, and felt Glorfindel trembling under his hands. 

They continued their dancing, until the voices in the hall disappeared from their senses. 
Finally, they emerged from their pleasant haze, noticing that the music had stopped. 
People around them whistled and cheered to them. 

“Maybe it is time to go now. What if I escort you back to your rooms.” Glorfindel 
suggested with a hoarse voice. His little beloved had really succeeded to get his 
innermost feelings into complete turmoil. 

Melpomaen agreed gladly. He felt he couldn’t keep his façade much longer. His senses 
reeled, his whole body humming with need. 

********************************************************************

When they finally reached Melpomaen’s door, the young elf asked the boldest question 
ever.

“Would…would you like to come in, Glorfindel?” He whispered, smiling shyly. He 
awaited Glorfindel’s aswer anxiously, but his heart started to sink when the silence 
between them continued. Had he been wrong about Glorfindel’s feelings after all?

“Melpomaen… my sweet Mel… I would love to come. But would it be wise?” Glorfindel 
finally said.

“What do you mean?”

“You should know by now, that I want you very much. This evening will surely end up 
with us in bed, if I step into that room.”

“I… I want that… want you, Glorfindel. I have never wanted anyone this much.”

“Do you understand what you are saying? I must tell you, only one night with you 
wouldn’t be enough for me because I love you very much. If you want me, you’ll have 
me… but only for the rest of our lives.” Glorfindel said seriously. He carefully studied 
Melpomaen’s face, and his breath quickened when he saw unreserved love and trust in 
his beautiful eyes. 

“I love you too. I want you, only you for rest of our lives. Saes, my Glorfindel… come, 
make love to me… make me yours.” Melpomaen whispered, opening his arms. And 
finally his heart’s deepest desire became truth, when Glorfindel picked him up, kissing 
him gently.

*****

Chapter 5

They continued kissing, until Glorfindel had lowered Melpomaen gently onto bed. The 
elda pulled slightly back, and intently studied his beloved’s eyes.

“Mel… meleth (love). I have to know… are you sure? Is this really what you want? If I 
take you, I can never let you go.”

“I want this, Glorfindel nín (my Glorfindel). I love you, only you. There is no other for 
me, ever.” Melpomaen said, without hesitation, raising his hand to caress Glorfindel’s 
face. He didn’t know exactly what to wait, but despite that he wasn’t afraid. Though, Mel 
had heard that first time could be painful but he was sure that Glorfindel would never hurt 
him. But should he still tell, that he was untouched, a virgin? 

“Glorfindel, meleth… I need to tell… “ He finally began, blushing, but Glorfindel kissed 
him gently, stopping his stuttering.

“I know that you are untouched, Mel nín. You don’t have to be afraid. I could never hurt 
you.” Glorfindel said softly, continuing his kisses until he felt Melpomaen’s moan 
rippling against his lips. 

Melpomaen stared mesmerized Glorfindel’s eyes, which seemed darker and slightly 
dilated. And what Glorfindel did next, surprised him completely.

“Come here, ind nín (my heart). I want you to touch me.” Glorfindel whispered with a 
sultry voice, and pulled his meleth atop him. 

Now, waves of passion started to run through Melpomaen, when he found himself lying 
atop Glorfindel’s powerful, aroused body. It felt the most natural thing in Arda, to open 
Glorfindel’s tunic buttons, to run his hand upon soft and warm skin. Melpomaen could 
feel Glorfindel’s heart beating rapidly under his hand, as he instinctively leaned closer. 
Soon, Melpomaen’s lips followed the same path, and he moaned, tasting his meleth’s 
heady scent. Glorfindel’s gasps and soft moans felt like music in his ears, and young elf 
started to understand what sensual power he had over Glorfindel. He forgot his shyness, 
and started to feast on his meleth’s body like he was starving, undressing him at the same 
time. Melpomaen’s love made him bold. He craved more of Glorfindel’s skin, his strong 
body, his hot kisses. Wild need raged in Melpomaen’s heart and body when he felt the 
elda trembling beneath him. 

Glorfindel was on fire. Never had he felt anything like this. Melpomaen’s innocent 
passion, obvious love in his touches, brought tears of joy in his eyes. Finally, Glorfindel 
rose, and started to undress his meleth slowly. Every now and then he kissed silky skin, 
which was revealed under discarded clothing. When Melpomaen finally lay naked, under 
his adoring gaze, Glorfindel’s heart almost stopped in front of this exquisite beauty. 

The young elf’s skin was creamy and soft, tempting him to touch. His shiny, auburn hair 
spread out onto pillows, and well toned chest heaved slightly, in the same rhythm as his 
quickened breathing. Glorfindel could see how their closeness had affected Melpomaen. 
His dark nipples were hardened, and his arousal stood proudly against his abdomen. 
Oh… Mel was maybe smaller than average, but he was positively a male. The gaze in his 
eyes… was half shyness, half pure fire, and it aroused Glorfindel more than anything else 
could ever do. Glorfindel had always thought his meleth to be beautiful, but now, naked, 
aroused… he was magnificent!

“Oh… Valar… you are so beautiful!” Glorfindel whispered, and took the young elf in his 
arms. Both moaned when their bare bodies finally touched each other.

Melpomaen writhed, as Glorfindel pinned him onto mattress and started to explore every 
inch of his body. The elda’s gentle hands and hot, hungry mouth seemed to be 
everywhere, and Melpomaen could only yield to his loving caresses.

“Mel… Mel nín… so sweet, so soft…” Glorfindel breathed, enjoying every gasp and 
moan, which escaped from young elf’s lips. Slowly, gently he continued his path lower, 
until he finally reached Melpomaen’s arousal. The young elf gasped, and then moaned, 
when Glorfindel took him in his mouth. The elda closed his eyes, taking pleasure in his 
meleth’s unique taste. 

“More, Mel nín… I want you to come for me… “ Glorfindel urged huskily. It didn’t take 
long when he tasted Melpomaen’s hot seed in his mouth and heard his own name echoing 
in the room.

Glorfindel trembled when he raised his head, and watched at Melpomaen, seeing how 
beautiful he was in waves of his pleasure. Glorfindel pulled the writhing elf closer, and 
held him close; until Melpomaen finally settled and stayed to rest peacefully in his arms. 
Glorfindel could have spent all eternity like this; just looking at and holding at his 
beloved Mel.

“It was incredible, Glorfindel. I never knew that it is possible to feel like this…” 
Melpomaen whispered, smiling happily.

“Oh, Mel! This was only the beginning. There is so much more I want to show you.” 
Glorfindel chuckled. 

“Show me, then. I have dreamed of this, of us like this, so long.” 

Melpomaen’s breath quickened, when Glorfindel grasped his tunic, and took out a little 
vial of oil. Very soon he would belong to the elf, whom he loved more then life itself. 
Almost instinctively he spread his legs, giving to Glorfindel wordless invitation to come 
closer. He met Glorfindel’s eyes and in his surprise he saw them shimmering with unshed 
tears.

Glorfindel could only stare with adoration this beautiful creature, who laid before him so 
trusting, offering him everything of himself. He knew that he would never experience 
anything as beautiful as this moment. 

“Glorfindel?” Melpomaen whispered, slightly fearing that the elda had changed his mind. 
But then Glorfindel leaned closed and kissed his cheek gently.

“I just wanted you to know, that I will always cherish your precious gift in my heart, as 
long as I live. I will never want another, never.” Glorfindel said, his voice thick with 
emotions. He opened the vial, and started to prepare the young elf for his possession. 
Slowly, gently he massaged, teased, caressed until Mel writhed and whimpered under his 
hands. He looked intently into Mel’s dilated eyes and leaned closer.

“Mel nín. This is your last chance to say no. Are you sure you want to be mine?”

Glorfindel’s gentle question brought tears of joy into Mel’s eyes, and he nodded.

“I want to be yours. More than I have ever wanted anything.”

And then, finally, the elda gently placed himself above him. Mel held him tightly, as he 
was slowly filled with Glorfindel, with his love and need. An incredible feeling of 
fullness made Mel cry helplessly, but there was no pain. He cried with the sweetest ache 
and need he had ever known. His hands clung to Glorfindel’s back, and he swayed his 
hips pleadingly, making the elda groan. 

“Make love to me, Glorfindel, saes (please)!” 

“I will. Now and always, Mel nín. You are truly mine now.” Glorfindel whispered and 
started to move, carefully first but soon found complete rhythm, and the room filled with 
noises of their shared passion and pleasure. Glorfindel forgot everything else, when he 
heard Mel moaning freely beneath him. Only the burning pleasure that they had found in 
each other’s arms was left. And finally Mel came, crying Glorfindel’s name and the elda 
followed, feeling as he was drowning in velvety darkness.

When Mel finally stirred, he didn’t know how much time had passed. Glorfindel still held 
him tightly, as if he never wanted to let him go. Mel was fully content with that. Here, 
right here was so heavenly to be. Glorfindel smoothed his hair, and Mel closed his eyes, 
languid and thoroughly sated.

Glorfindel couldn’t take his eyes from Mel. He was now more beautiful than ever. His 
face were languid, but still flushed with rapture of their lovemaking. Glorfindel felt Mel’s 
little hand smoothing his back softly and sighed happily, but then startled, seeing Mel’s 
head snapping suddenly up.

“Mel? What is…” Glorfindel tried to ask, but Mel didn’t listen to him. Young elf stared 
at his backside in utter horror. 

“Mel, saes calm down. What is matter ind nín? Tell me.” Glorfindel tried to ask, 
wondering Mel’s sudden change. 

“Glorfindel, your backside… I…” Young elf stuttered, his cheeks now flaming. 

“Mel, meleth. I assume that you don’t mean my battle scars. “ Glorfindel said calmly, 
even if he felt nauseous feeling in his stomach. He really had believed that Mel wouldn’t 
mind them… had he been wrong?

“I don’t mean your scars, Glorfindel. They are there because of your brave and loving 
heart and for that I love you even more. I mean… are you not hurt? Don’t you feel those 
scratchs I left on your back?” Mel asked, completely devastated.

Glorfindel was lost at first, what Mel meant but then the realization hit in him, and he 
burst into laugh, pulling young elf back in his arms.

“Oh, Mel! You just marked me as your own. Nothing would make me happier. You 
didn’t hurt me… and besides… You definitely have the marks made by me. Everybody 
will know tomorrow, that you are mine now. “ Glorfindel glanced at several love-bites 
upon Mel’s creamy skin.

“You… you’ re not mad at me?” Mel asked, relieved, and relaxed into Glorfindel’s 
embrace.

“Of course not. I’m happy and very proud when I’m allowed to carry your claiming 
marks, ind nín.” 

“I just… I thought that I hurt you. “ Mel whispered, still blushing.

“Shh… everything is fine now. This is so new to you, so it is easy to understand that you 
started. Rest now, ind nín. We can settle everything else later.” Glorfindel said softly, his 
heart quivering with love he felt for Mel. It didn’t take long for them to both drift off.

*****

Chapter 6

Erestor glanced at the twins, who stared back at him, their intentions obvious in their 
eyes.

“What you want from me?” He asked, even if he already knew the answer. 

The twins slowly moved closer, as Erestor tried to hide his trembling.

“You know full well what we want from you, lirimaer (lovely one).” Elladan whispered 
in a sultry voice, and leaned against him. 

A little whimper escaped from the advisor’s lips.

“And we know that you want us too, don’t you? Otherwise you weren’t here.” Elrohir 
purred into Erestor’s ear, making him moan. 

Erestor was caught, and he knew it. He was wise enough to admit his defeat. Long he had 
fought against this, but there was nothing he could do anymore. Without objection, he let 
the twins undress him, until he stood in front of them, completely bare and flushed. 

Erestor raised his head, meeting the twins’ gazes and gasped with surprise. Without his 
noticing, they too were undressed. Now, two very naked and aroused peredhil (half- 
elves) stood on either side of him. They didn’t give him time to recover. Elladan pulled 
Erestor against him and kissed him hungrily. The advisor could only melt into the sensual 
embrace, writhing and moaning. Ever more he trembled, when suddenly another body 
pressed against his backside, and he felt a rock hard arousal upon his buttocks. Four 
hands caressed him, worshipping, cherishing his quivering body like no one else before. 
Two voices whispered to him seductively, but also lovingly, so that he soon had tears of 
joy in his eyes. Through his lust induced haze, he realized Elladan was moving away, and 
he tried to pull him back. All Erestor’s earlier inhibitions were completely forgotten.

“Shh, lirimaer… there is no reason to hurry. We have the whole night.” Elladan chuckled 
with a husky voice. How long he had wanted this elf, who now stood between him and 
his brother, his face radiant with complete yielding. Elladan could smell the heady scent 
of arousal, which emitted from the advisor. And now, he could finally make all his 
dreams come true. Elladan saw his brother taking a better grip of Erestor, exactly what 
they had planned. He didn’t waste anymore time, but knelt and took Erestor’s arousal in 
his hand, stroking it gently. The advisor’s hoarse cry echoed in the room, when Elladan 
swallowed him as deeply as he possibly could. The older twin sucked greedily, closing 
his eyes. Long had he dreamed of this, but dreams were nothing compared to the glorious 
reality. 

Elrohir watched in awe, how his brother feasted on Erestor’s arousal. He could feel the 
elf trembling in his arms. There were no words to describe how he felt at that moment. Of 
one thing he was sure. They were meant to be. He turned the advisor’s head and kissed 
him, taking advantage of his helpless moaning. He tasted, teased Erestor’s mouth 
thoroughly, taking pleasure in its sweetness. With his deep kisses, Elrohir smothered 
Erestor’s scream, when he finally released himself into his brother’s mouth. He felt the 
elf in his arms tensing, and then falling completely limp. Elrohir struggled to keep his 
balance, succeeded; and finally lifted the almost unconscious elf in his arms. With 
Elladan’s help, he carried Erestor to the bed. 

They waited for Erestor to recover, watching him silently. The dark elf was amazing, he 
was like temptation itself, lying against cushions in front of them. When Erestor finally 
opened his eyes, the twins gasped with adoration. The dark elf’s gaze sparkled with 
unshed tears and utter vulnerability. He opened his arms, and the twins went in them 
happily. This embrace wasn’t lust but gentleness and love. 

Erestor was happy to feel two warm bodies against his own. How he loved them, both of 
them, more than he could say. He had only this one night, only this, far too short time 
with them and then… life- long yearning for something he could never have again. He 
didn’t want to think of it now. He wanted to fill his thoughts and senses with his dear 
twins. He wanted as many memories of them he could possibly have. Those memories 
would be his only consolation, when he was alone again. 

He let his hands wander upon their lithe bodies, wondering at their beauty.

“You two are so beautiful… incredible…” He whispered, taking pleasure in their needy 
squirming. Soon, he noticed that two identical pairs of gray eyes were staring at him. 

“We want you, Erestor. All of you.” They said.

Erestor nodded.

“Take me then, and do with me what you will. I’ve wanted you for so long.” He 
whispered invitingly. He knew he could deny them nothing, ever.

The twins didn’t need any more encouragement. Elrohir leaned closer, and captured 
Erestor’s mouth into a hot kiss. He smiled, when he felt a soft moan against his lips. 
Erestor was so delicious, so tempting in his passion. 

Erestor gasped, but yielded willingly when Elrohir pinned him against the mattress. His 
rock hard arousal pressed against Erestor’s thigh, making his own need burst into flames 
yet again. Elrohir felt so good in his arms. Without noticing, Erestor swayed his hips, in a 
desperate attempt to create more friction. He cried out with disappointment, when Elrohir 
finally pulled slightly back. 

“Shh… we won’t leave you. We would make love to you like no one ever before, until 
you scream with pleasure.” Elrohir whispered hoarsely. 

“Saes (please)! I want you… want…” Erestor wailed softly, his doubts completely 
forgotten. 

“And you will have us, all of us, soon.” Elladan soothed, as he took a strong grip of 
Erestor’s hips, helping him to his hands and knees.

Erestor’s heart started to race, when he felt gentle hands smoothing his hips and buttocks. 
Erestor had never been this nervous, but at the same time, deep in his heart, was at 
complete peace. This was good. This was right, even if he had only this one night. 

Elladan didn’t need to look at his brother, to know what he did at the moment. The older 
twin heard from his brother’s quickened breathing, that Elrohir was almost ready. Elladan 
continued to prepare Erestor for his possession, and he felt the advisor shaking in his 
need. Suddenly, a desperate scream escaped from Erestor’s lips, and Elladan knew he had 
found what he had been looking for. Elladan brushed that secret spot several times, taking 
pleasure from Erestor’s begging. Finally, the older twin glanced at his brother, and 
nodded. 

Elrohir took the hint, and leaned to speak into Erestor’s ear. The advisor was beyond 
rational thinking, and he hardly understood what the younger peredhil wanted from him.

Erestor was confused, as he saw Elrohir settle himself in front of him, his obvious desire 
to be taken. 

“Elrohir? What… do you really… “ Erestor panted, trying to figure out what was 
happening. 

“I want you to take me. Come, Erestor nín. I want you.” The younger twin simply said, 
and beckoned Erestor to settle between his legs. Erestor complied, after a moment’s 
hesitation, only to find that Elladan held him back.

“One more moment, lirimaer (lovely one).” Elladan whispered, and coated Erestor’s 
length, stroking it gently. Erestor could only lean weakly against Elladan, moaning and 
writhing. He gasped, when the older twin released him, and helped him to settle into 
Elrohir’s waiting embrace. 

The younger twin looked into Erestor’s beautiful eyes, when the elf took him, making 
him finally his. Elrohir smiled happily, despite his almost unbearable fullness. Erestor felt 
so good within him, as if he was made for him. 

“Are you all right, meleth?” Erestor asked, without noticing the endearment that escaped 
from his lips. 

“I am. Finally you are ours, Erestor. But first… come, brother. Come and feel yourself, 
that he really is made for us.” Elrohir said softly. 

Elladan didn’t need to be told twice, and soon Erestor gasped as he was slowly entered. 
Their union felt heavenly. This was beyond everything that Erestor had ever known. 
Tears fell from his eyes. He could only whisper the twins’ names as Elladan slowly 
started to move, setting their pace. Elrohir around him… Elladan deep within him… two 
identical voices, crying his name… Sensations washed over Erestor’s body, feeling he 
was thoroughly loved. Finally, Elladan and Elrohir were one with him, just as he had 
dreamed for so long. Their bodies rocked together with complete rhythm, older then the 
time itself. Erestor drifted into blinding ecstasy, which seemed to last forever, until they 
finally found their release, screaming their pleasure into night. 

Erestor buried his head against Elrohir’s chest, sobbing and writhing. Their lovemaking 
had been almost too much for him to bear, and now all his hidden feelings burst out. 
Through his haze, Erestor could feel two warm bodies against him, and two pairs of 
hands, caressing him gently.

“Elladan… Elrohir… hold me.” He whispered hoarsely, desperately needing their 
closeness. 

“We will hold you, now and forever, meleth.” Two voices said to him, and that was last 
thing Erestor heard before he drifted into exhausted sleep. 

The twins stared at Erestor for a moment, admiring his beauty and holding him, just as 
Erestor had asked.

“He is incredible, Elladan. Erestor is finally ours.” Elrohir said softly, and stroked the 
sleeping elf’s raven hair.

“Aye, brother. I love him, as much as I love you.” Elladan whispered, kissing his younger 
twin gently. They sighed happily, and snuggled closer to each other, until sleep claimed 
them too. 

*****

Chapter 7 

Erestor watched from behind his desk, when the happy couple finally arrived. He felt his 
smile somewhat forced, but much to his relief, Glorfindel and Melpomaen didn’t notice 
it. Very soon, Erestor realized; that they didn’t notice anything else … but each other. 
They kissed, and whispered lovingly at each other. Glorfindel was obviously reluctant to 
go and separate from his lover.

Erestor decided finally, that he had had enough. He coughed, and looked, amused at how 
Glorfindel and Melpomaen started after hearing the noise. 

“I think it is best if you take a day off Mel, and go with Glorfindel.” Erestor chuckled at 
the blushing young scribe.

“I’m sorry Lord Erestor. I should have been…” Melpomaen stuttered, embarrassed, but 
Erestor waved him to silence.

“Don’t be. There is no reason for that, Mel. Your work has always been excellent, so 
certainly you have deserve some time off, to spend with your lover.”

The young elf’s smile was dazzling.

“Thank you so much, Lord Erestor.” He whispered.

“Indeed, Erestor. We owe you much. And Mel isn’t my lover, but betrothed. We are to be 
bound.” Glorfindel said, smiling happily. 

“I’m so happy to hear that. You both deserve nothing but happiness.” Erestor said, 
congratulating them.

They left, as Erestor secretly sighed with relief. As happy as he was for Glor and Mel, 
seeing their happiness was far too painful. He buried his face into his hands, trying to 
suppress his tears. 

It had been the most painful moment in his entire life, to leave the twins, who still slept 
peacefully, and to sneak to his own room through empty corridors. His whole being had 
screamed in protest, but Erestor knew he had to go. The whole night they had loved each 
other, or just slept in each other’s arms. It was too beautiful to be true. Only one night he 
had had with them, and now it was over, forever. They didn’t love him as he loved them, 
and even if they did, Elrond would never accept their love. When Erestor thought of his 
Lord and friend, he felt a pang of guilt. Now, not only did he have to live with endless 
longing, but also with the knowledge that he had betrayed Elrond’s trust.

“What kind of elf you are, Erestor? How you could bed your former students, the ones 
who were entrusted to you?”

Silent tears flowed from Erestor’s eyes, and he didn’t try to hold them back anymore. 
Because of his sobs Erestor never heard someone coming, until he was suddenly picked 
up. He started, after finding himself staring straight into Elladan’s grey eyes, which were 
flaring with anger and pain. 

“Why, Erestor? Why did you leave us like that?” The peredhel demanded quietly.

“I… I’m sorry, Elladan. I thought it would be best…” Erestor stuttered, completely 
confused.

“Is it? Is it really best to hurt us like that? To throw us aside, like last night never 
happened… even if we gave you everything?” Elladan hissed, and freed his grip like he 
had burned his hand. 

“What… I don’t understand.” Erestor whispered, still completely loss of why Elladan 
was so angry to him. 

“Is it really so hard to understand? We had taken other lovers, only because we thought 
you wouldn’t want us…. Not in the same way we wanted you. But never were those 
lovers allowed to take us. That honor was always saved for you. It was like all our 
dreams were finally coming true, when you came to us. And now… Elrohir is crying his 
heart out while we talk here, because he thinks that you don’t love us anymore, that we 
have displeased you someway.”

“What! You cannot mean…but… I thought…I really thought that you wanted only one 
night with me. That’s why I left. It was the most difficult thing I have ever done.”

Elrestor felt Elladan’s gaze piercing him, as the young Peredhel tried to decide what to 
believe. 

“Elladan… saes! I didn’t want to hurt you, or Elrohir. And if I did, I’m very sorry. I 
would do anything for two of you.” Erestor pleaded, tears in his eyes. After long 
consideration, Elladan finally calmed down, and sighed deeply.

“So, what you are going to do now, Erestor? I ask that if you don’t want us, you came 
and tell it to me and to Elrohir… personally. Then I will try to heal our hearts, if ever I 
can.” The young peredhel said with a hopeless tone as he turned to leave.

“But I want you! I have wanted you for so long, and grieved when I knew I could never 
have you.” Erestor cried out, grasping Elladan’s wrist. He couldn’t look at his beloved’s 
pain any longer. 

Elladan looked anxiously Erestor’s face, his heart racing. Was it possible, that Erestor 
loved them, after all?

“Tell me, Erestor. No games, no hiding. Only the truth. Do you love us, like we love 
you?” He asked quietly.

Erestor realized that he had no other option but tell the truth, and take the aftermath, 
whatever it was. He couldn’t bear the thought that his secrecy hurt his beloved twins.

“I love you. Both of you, and nothing would make me happier than to gain you as mine, 
forever.” Erestor said seriously, his heart pounding. The moment after his confession felt 
like eternity, but then a happy smile split Elladan’s face.

“You silly, silly elf! How could someone, who calls himself an advisor, to be so blind? 
Don’t you know that we have loved you since… before it even was appropriate?” He 
whispered, and kissed Erestor gently. The advisor melted into kiss, and wrapped his arms 
around Elladan’s neck. But then he remembered something.

“Elrohir! We have to go to him. He still thinks that I… “ Erestor gasped and started to 
run towards twins’ rooms. Their journey seemed to last the whole eternity, but finally 
Erestor pulled twins’ door open, and strode quickly inside. When he saw Elrohir on the 
bed, his heart almost broke at the sight. The younger twin laid there, wailing like a dying 
animal. Erestor went to the bed, took Elrohir in his arms, pulling him tightly against his 
chest.

“Elrohir… don’t cry, meleth. I love you, more than anything. Could you ever forgive me 
my foolishness?” Erestor said, kissing Elrohir’s damp cheek, and then his trembling lips. 
Elladan came closer, and held them both lovingly, until Elrohir finally settled. 

“Why, Erestor? If you love us, why did you leave like that?” He whispered with a hoarse 
voice.

Erestor started to cry, more hopelessly than ever before in his entire life.

“I’m so sorry! I love you, both of you, more than you know. But I left because I really 
thought that you wanted only one night with me. And even if you loved me, I know that 
there is no hope for us, ever. Your ada would never give us his blessing. I’m your former 
tutor, for Valar’s sake!” Erestor sobbed, and held the twins like a lifeline.

It took a long time before Erestor calmed down and noticed that the twins were trying to 
tell him something. With what willpower he had left, he finally composed himself, and 
tried to listen to them. He wondered why the twins smiled at him gently, as they offered 
him a letter.

“We told everything to ada, the very day we reached our majority. And we also asked 
him to write this. Read it, Erestor. Maybe then you’ll understand that we are really meant 
to be.” 

Erestor took the letter, and started to read.

* * * *

“ Dear Erestor,

If this letter ever reaches you, my sons have finally had their heart’s desire. Nothing 
could make me happier, and I gladly give my blessing to you three. 

You are the only one, who understood my sons' unique bond at the very beginning. I also 
know that you have always held them in your heart. You don’t need to feel guilty of your 
love because my sons could never have a better mate than you. I, myself, once trusted my 
very life into your hands, so how could I not do the same where my sons are concerned? I 
love them dearly, and they deserve the best. 

Your friend, always.

Elrond”

* * * *

Erestor looked the twins, too stunned to even speak.

“ Ada left something else in the cover. Look.” Elladan said, and took out a small silvery 
item. Erestor gasped, when he saw three identical rings resting on Elladan’s palm.

“Is this true? But how?” He tried to ask, but the twins silenced him.

“It is moment of truth, meleth. Do you want us, till the end of Arda?” They asked, 
seriously, but hope and love glimmering in their beautiful eyes.

Erestor stared at the rings wordlessly, knowing that his life had changed, forever.

“I love you, with all my heart and I want you, till the end of Arda.” Erestor finally said, 
his voice thick with emotions. He let Elladan to slip the ring in his finger, and then took 
another one, slipping it to Elrohir. He looked, how the younger twin took his brother’s 
hand, and completed their union. For a moment they could only stare each other, but then 
the twins leaned closer, and started to undress their soon- to- be- hervenn (husband). 
Erestor yielded to them willingly, with all the love he held for them. When he was finally 
entered, he sobbed violently, but this time his tears flowed because of overwhelming 
happiness and joy.

*****

Chapter 8.

“I’m happy when I have you the whole day, all mine.” Glorfindel said, smiling at 
Melpomaen.

“I’m happy too. What do you want to do? I assume that you have some duties to handle, 
even if Lord Erestor gave me a day off.”

“I need to supervise the Archers practicing, but everything else can wait until tomorrow.”

“I would love to come and watch, if that is all right to you.” Melpomaen asked hesitantly, 
a longing expression on his beautiful face.

“Of course you come with me, meleth (love). I don’t want to separate from you, not even 
for a moment.” Glorfindel said, wondering at Melpomaen’s sudden melancholy. He tried 
to think of what to do, to cheer him up.

“Are you familiar with archery, Mel? I could show you how to use a bow, if you want.” 
Glorfindel was surprised when he saw a dazzling smile splitting Mel’s face.

“My ada taught me archery, and I have missed it terribly. I haven’t had a opportunity to 
maintain my skills here in Imladris.”

“And why ever not? In my classes are some non-warriors who just want to learn how to 
defend themselves. If you really are interested, you are always welcome.” Glorfindel 
said, but was disappointed when Mel didn’t answer. After a moment’s hesitation, 
Glorfindel took the young elf into his arms.

“Would you tell me what is wrong? I don’t want any secrets between us, Mel nín.” He 
asked gently.

“I… just… I asked for that from one of soldiers, when I came to Imladris, but he said…. 
that they didn’t have time to teach some little cowards who hide behind others backs. ” 
Mel whispered sadly, remembering the humiliation he had felt.

“Oh Mel! You are not a coward. Don’t think so for one moment, because that’s nothing 
but a lie. Erestor isn’t a soldier either, but would you call him a coward?”

“Of course not. His sharp tongue and brilliant mind make him a deadly opponent.” Mel 
said.

“And, I can tell you that he is as deadly in the battlefield if necessary. His skill with the 
knives is incredible, even if he chose another path in his life."

“So… is it really all right for me to come? My skills are nothing special, but I wanted to 
learn more if that is possible.”

“Show me your skills, and let me decide if they are special or not. ‘You’ are special for 
me, no matter whatever you do.” Glorfindel whispered, pulled Melpomaen closer and 
kissed him softly.

“I love you so much. You are so good to me.” Mel breathed, enjoying Glorfindel’s 
closeness. He felt so happy and safe in Glorfindel’s arms.

“So, it is true then… that you have taken a new toy to your bed. I must say that you got 
him sooner I thought, CAPTAIN! And how long will it take? That you get bored with 
that little fool and give him to your fellows?”

Melpomaen flinched when he heard Feredir’s bitter voice near him. He turned, and stared 
at his nemesis wordlessly. How in Arda could anyone be so malicious? How dare Feredir 
say such things about Glorfindel? For he knew now that none of it was true. Glorfindel 
was gentle and loving, and would never hurt anyone in such a way. Melpomaen was 
suddenly furious. He could handle others’ stupidity, but when someone accused his 
beloved for such behavior… it was too much. Before he could think, he simply reacted. 
He struck Feredir across the cheek, hard. Feredir’s head snapped back at the unexpected 
blow, and a red print started to appear upon his face.

“You are nothing but a coward! A poor excuse for an Elf. How dare you to say such 
lies?” Melpomaen said with a low voice.

“How sweet! And who is the coward here? I, when I say the truth, or Glorfindel who 
makes even his pets fight for him!” Feredir sneered, mockingly. He was beyond rational 
thinking. From the very beginning he had envied Glorfindel, and that envy had turned 
into uncontrollable hatred. Last night’s humiliation had been his breaking point. 

“Do you really want to challenge me, Feredir? I won’t hide behind anyone’s back. You 
should know that..” Glorfindel said, with a tone, which should have scared any 
reasonable elf. But, Feredir didn’t listen. Quickly, Feredir grabbed Melpomaen, gripping 
him tightly. The elda froze as he heard Melpomaen’s pained moan. But what happened 
next, surprised both Glorfindel and Feredir.

Feredir sank on his knees, wailing loudly. Melpomaen’s quick kick hit him straight in the 
groin. Glorfindel fell swiftly on Feredir, picking him roughly up.

“That was your last trick here, you son of an orc! Our Lord will banish you because of 
this. How dare you attack to my betrothed?” The elda growled.

“Come with me, meleth. We will take this plague to Lord Elrond.” He then smiled at 
Melpomaen, proud of his beloved. Glorfindel thought that he obviously had been 
completely wrong about Melpomaen’s capacity to defend himself. And even greater 
pleasure he took from Feredir’s helpless raging.

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Imladris’ Lord decided Feredir’s fate just exactly as Glorfindel had suspected he would. 
The elf was sentenced to sail, and Elrond set a strong escort to accompany him to the 
Havens. Escaping would be impossible. In Aman, Feredir would always be under Valar’s 
watching eye.

“I’m grateful to you, Elrond. That nuisance has always caused much trouble, but his 
recent deeds was beyond anything I could imagine.” Glorfindel sighed, when the guards 
had taken Feredir away.

“I know. But without evidence I could do nothing. That bastard had always been too 
careful and sly to get caught. And it should be I, who is grateful. And especially to you, 
Melpomaen, for your braveness and quick thinking.” Elrond said, smiling at the young 
elf.

“Melpomaen is really incredible. He bested Imladris’ worst skunk, and he also made me 
to kneel to him. And he is all mine. We are to be bound. ” Glorfindel smiled gently at the 
blushed Melpomaen and pulled him closer.

“You are right, and very lucky too, mellon nín (my friend). When you want to celebrate 
this happy occasion?“

“We haven’t discussed it yet, but I hope that as soon as possible. I hardly can wait to have 
you mine, Mel nín, also officially.”

“Oh, meleth! I want that too. I want to be yours, in every way I can.” Melpomaen 
whispered, blushing deeply. He wasn't used to such attention, especially not from 
Imladris’ Lord himself.

“Don’t be shy, pen-neth (young one). You must really be something extraordinary, since 
you have succeeded in capturing Glorfindel’s heart. I’m sure that you will be very happy 
together.” Elrond said softly. His heart warmed when he saw Glorfindel so happy, at last. 
He was even more delighted looking at Melpomaen’s unabashed adoration and obvious 
feelings for Glorfindel. 

“Thank you, Híren (my Lord).” Melpomaen said shyly.

“I hope that you will bind us, Elrond.” Glorfindel suggested, still holding Mel close.

“But of course. Just tell me when you want to celebrate your union, and everything will 
be ready. In the meantime … I suggest that you take your soon-to-be-mate, and give him 
a little pampering. He really has earned it. I will give you a couple days off from your 
duties, and to Melpomaen as well.”

“Now that is an excellent idea!” Glorfindel snorted, lifted Melpomaen in his arms, and 
bid Elrond good day.

“What you are doing?” The young elf gasped, when Glorfindel didn’t let him go, but just 
carried him somewhere. The elda didn’t care about anyone staring or surprised gasps.

“You heard Elrond’s order. And I am going to obey the best of my ability. First, I’m 
going to pamper you, and then I take you to bed and never let you go.” 

****

Chapter 9

Glorfindel grinned when he heard Erestor’s grumbling. Never had he dreamed that this 
day would come. He was to be bound within the hour, and his best friend would do the 
same. With the sons of their Lord. Glorfindel turned around, and stared at Erestor’s 
unusual appearance, wondering how he had never noticed how beautiful his friend was. 
Instead of those shapeless black robes he usually wore, Erestor had now deep red robes, 
which made his hair and skin shine beautifully. Glorfindel also had gone to much trouble 
with his own appearance. He wore deep blue robes, with golden embroidery. He wasn’t 
very fond of formal robes, but today he wanted everything to be perfect.

“Elladan and Elrohir are lucky to have you.” Glorfindel said, with a smile. His smile 
widened when Erestor blushed, fiddling with his sleeve. This blushing, shy elf wasn’t the 
Erestor he had gotten to know.

“You must think me fool, when I am this nervous.” Erestor whispered, feeling himself 
highly vulnerable. He couldn’t believe that this was really happening. Within the hour, he 
would be bound with his beloved twins.

"You are not a fool, mellon min (my friend). You are just in love.” Glorfindel said softly, 
trying to ease Erestor’ s nervousness.

“Ai, aye! I love them both, so much. It’s just feels like a dream. I never imagined that I 
could someday love them openly. And I never dared to believe that Elrond would accept 
me.”

“Is this the reason why you have seemed so… distracted lately?” The elda asked 
carefully. Erestor was always been there for him, when he had needed a friend. Maybe he 
now he could finally return the favor.

“Exactly. So long I thought that my love for them was something shameful, something I 
needed to bury forever and now… For a long time I considered myself a traitor, when I 
loved them.” Erestor’s voice faded when he didn’t know how to describe his feelings.

“Oh, Erestor. You silly elf. Your feelings were not a secret, not to anyone who knew you. 
And you have nothing to be ashamed of. You and the twins are an excellent match, and 
Elrond knows it. I have never seen you or the twins as happy as you all are now.”

“Do you really think so?” Erestor asked with a small voice.

“I ‘really’ think so! I fear what will become of us now, when the three worst rascals I 
know, are together forever. You would surely shake poor Imladris to its foundations!”

At first, Erestor tried to hide his laughter, but soon the two friends laughed heartily 
together.

“Elrond really doesn’t have any idea, that you never tried to stop the twins’ mischief, but 
actually encouraged them.”

“I have no idea what you're talking about.” Erestor said innocently, but frowned when 
Glorfindel sat, and he saw the elda wincing slightly.

“Are you hurt, Glorfindel? Why you didn’t say anything?” Erestor asked, not believing 
his eyes. It wasn’t possible…

“I swear that your eyes don’t betray you, Erestor. I indeed find a little bit difficult to sit at 
the moment. And it’s all because of my sweet little Mel.” Glorfindel admitted, blushing.

“I believe you. Look at all that's happened… our wedding…. Feredir’s departure… 
Nothing can surprise me anymore. And your mate seems quite unique, I must say.”

“Mel is amazing! He has made me so happy.”

“It’s good to hear. And now, take this before we go. You cannot leave like this to your 
wedding.” Erestor said, offering the cup of tea to his friend.

“What is it?” Glorfindel asked suspiciously. He trusted Erestor, but the tea he offered him 
smelled horrid.

“It’s herbal tea, and will dull the pain. You need to sit quite a long time at the celebration, 
you know.”

“And where in Arda did you get this?”

“I stole it from Elrond’s medicine stock.” Erestor shrugged.

Glorfindel stared at his friend, mouth agape. And then he remembered something.

“What about the tea, which the twins slipped in Feredir’s drink? Did you steal that one 
also?” He finally asked.

“Let’s just say… that I might have lent them some, in my great need.” Erestor smirked.

“Dear Manwë, Erestor! You are hopeless.”

Before Glorfindel could continue, someone knocked at the door. Erestor went to answer, 
and saw a servant behind it.

“Everything is ready, My Lords. They await you in the garden.” The elf said with a bow.

Glorfindel smiled happily, and hurried to the door.

“I seriously recommend that you drink your tea like a good elf. Surely you want to enjoy 
your wedding?” Erestor smirked. Glorfindel sighed at first, but swallowed the foul tasting 
potion as soon as possible. He shuddered.

“It tasted even worse than smelled.” The elda groaned.

“I know. I have had to use it few times lately.” Erestor admitted, but didn’t explain 
further. And that would have been needless. Glorfindel could have guessed that the twins 
could be quite demanding when they wanted…

For a moment those two old friends looked each other, and then embraced warmly.

“So… are you ready, meldir ( my friend)?” Erestor finally asked.

“I cannot be more ready. So…this is it. We are to be bound.” Glorfindel whispered, a 
silly grin on his face.

“Let’s get going. They are waiting for us.”

They didn’t talk anymore, but silently started their short journey to the garden, both ready 
to start a new chapter in their lives.

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Along their walk, Glorfindel went to Melpomaen, to escort him to Elrond. Erestor went 
to the twins as well, his heart pounding.

The elda knocked at the door, and when it opened, he almost forgot to breathe.

“Mel…you are… so beautiful.” Glorfindel whispered, staring at his soon-to-be-hervenn. 
Melpomaen blushed beautifully, which made him all the more attractive. The young elf 
radiated happiness and love, and he leaned closer and kissed Glorfindel on the cheek.

“Are you happy, meleth?” Melpomaen asked shyly, daring not to believe that this was 
really true. He felt warm happiness inside him, when Glorfindel pulled him in his arms.

“I am. I am truly blessed that I have your love, Mel nín. It’s everything that I have ever 
wanted.” Glorfindel said softly, and captured Melpomaen’s lips into gentle kiss. They 
separated when they heard amused voices behind them.

“You have plenty of time for that later. We really should go now, before ada comes to 
fetch us.” Elladan chuckled, his arm wrapped around Erestor’s waist.

“You are right. But I see that you have used your time more… usefully than us.” 
Glorfindel smirked, looking at Erestor who seemed thoroughly kissed.

Laughing and joking they finally went to their wedding.

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All the elves in Imladris had already gathered in the garden, where the wedding was 
about to begin. Imladris’ Lord waited in his place, ready to bind both couples together. 
When the big doors finally opened, he looked intently at the nearing elves, then smiled 
fondly. His sons seemed happier than he had ever seen them, as well as the other three 
elves. The small group walked in front of him, waiting for him to start the binding 
ceremony.

Chapter 10

Elrond raised his voice and began.

“You are here to bind your lives and faer(souls) together, 'til the end of times and 
beyond. Your love has already bound you, but this ceremony will make the bond 
unbreakable, so that no Vala, no Elf, no Creature could ever drive you apart from each 
other. With your vows you will strengthen your union, and you become as one, so that 
there is no two faer but one. It is the bond that cannot be unmade as long as all Eä exists.

You have found peace and happiness with each other, so that together you will be more 
than you ever could be alone. You will give each other all your life, strength and the 
deepest love of your hearts; from this moment throughout eternity.

Now, the time has come: Speak your vows."

Elrond looked at his sons, urging them to begin.

Together the twins raised their voices, and declared their devotion to their meleth.

“We love you more than life itself, and our home is in your heart, now and forever. In 
you we have found peace, happiness and love. To you we bind ourselves, willingly and 
with great joy. For you our souls are singing, for you and only you our hearts are 
beating. You are the only love of our lives, the other part of our souls, our beloved and 
cherished spouse from this moment throughout eternity. Every day we thank the Valar for 
you, for your love, for your very being. From this moment, you, Erestor O Imladris, 
belong to us and never will we turn away from you.”

Erestor shook to his very core when he heard the twins declaiming the binding vow, older 
than time itself. A little hesitantly, he met Elrond’s gaze. To his great joy, he saw only 
warmth and approval in those grey eyes, so similar to the twins’. When Erestor’s own 
turn came, he didn’t hesitate.

“I love you more than life itself, and my home is in your hearts, now and forever. In you I 
have found peace, happiness and love. To you I bind myself, willingly and with great joy. 
For you my soul is singing, for you and only you my heart is beating. You are the only 
love of my life, the other part of my soul, my beloved and cherished spouses from this 
moment throughout eternity. Every day I thank the Valar for you, for your love, for your 
very being. From this moment, you, Elladan and Elrohir O Imladris, belong to me and 
never will I turn away from you.”

Erestor had hardly finished his vow, when he was pulled into the twin’s arms and they 
both kissed him passionately. Erestor blushed at first, when he heard people’s applauses 
but then smiled happily.

Glorfindel’s heart started to race when Elrond turned to him, and urged him to begin his 
vow. He looked straight into Melpomaen’s beautiful eyes, when he spoke his vow, 
meaning every word from the bottom of his heart.

“I love you more than life itself, and my home is in your heart, now and forever. In you I 
have found peace, happiness and love. To you I bind myself, willingly and with great joy. 
For you my soul is singing, for you and only you my heart is beating. You are the only 
love of my life, the other part of my soul, my beloved and cherished spouse from this 
moment throughout eternity. Every day I thank the Valar for you, for your love, for your 
very being. From this moment, you, Melpomaen O Imladris, belong to me and never will 
I turn away from you.”

Melpomaen could only stare into Glorfindel’s eyes, which seemed to shine only for him. 
He trembled, thinking that this was everything he ever will want from life. Soon he 
would be bound to the elf he loved more than anything. Melpomaen’s voice was clear 
and tricked with pure happiness when he started his vow.

“I love you more than life itself, and my home is in your heart, now and forever. In you I 
have found peace, happiness and love. To you I bind myself, willingly and with great joy. 
For you my soul is singing, for you and only you my heart is beating. You are the only 
love of my life, the other part of my soul, my beloved and cherished spouse from this 
moment throughout eternity. Every day I thank the Valar for you, for your love, for your 
very being. From this moment, you, Glorfindel O Imladris, belong to me and never will I 
turn away from you.”

When Melpomaen finally stopped, Glorfindel kissed his new hervenn (husband), until 
sheer lack of air forced them apart. Both blushed, and turned to Elrond who only smiled 
and raised his voice once more.

"And so be it.

You have bound to each other, from this moment until the end of times and beyond. Love 
and cherish each other, and the Valar’s blessing will be with you forever."

Both couples turned around, receiving their friend’s applauses and congratulations. The 
twins hugged their ada, and thanked him.

“I’m happy for you, ionnath nín (my sons). Take care of each other.” Elrond smiled at his 
sons. The Lord then hugged his Chief councilor warmly, congratulating him, and 
welcoming him to their family.

“Thank you, Elrond. I’m so happy that you accepted me.” Erestor whispered, blushing 
slightly.

“Of course I accepted you. You are the only one who can reason with those rascals that 
are my ionnath (sons)… if you only want.” Elrond smirked. He wasn’t completely 
unaware of the fact, that Erestor had sometimes taken part in the twins’ mischief. Elrond 
didn’t mind, because he knew that Erestor loved his sons deeply, and had loved them 
from the day they were born.

Glorfindel heard Elrond’s words and chuckled. He should have been known better than 
under-estimate their Lord’s insight. Glorfindel’s smile widened, when he looked at 
Erestor’s stunned face. Oh aye… it was really rare to see Erestor losing his composure 
like this.

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The celebration was long and joyous. Very seldom had they so much reason to celebrate 
as now, when Imladris’ heirs and their beloved Captain Glorfindel were bound.

Glorfindel and Melpomaen left earlier, but the twins and Erestor still whirled on the 
dance floor, laughing and enjoying the celebration. Many had been surprised to see their 
Chief councilor so different than he usually was. He wasn’t cold and distant anymore, but 
young and joyous… and his love for his mates was obvious, for all to see.

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No one noticed when Imladris’ Lord crept furtively into the garden, to get some fresh air. 
Elrond searched for his ada with his gaze, and smiled when he saw a bright star in the 
night sky.

“I’m so glad that you are still able to see us, ada. You’ll like my sons' new mate. They 
will be happy with Erestor.”

Elrond stared at the star silently, hoping to someday meet his ada again. Then his 
thoughts turned to someone else, who also was lost to him, so long ago.

“I hope that you are happy now, Celebrian. You did the right thing when you wanted to 
dissolve our bond. I just hoped that I would have someone, someday…”

Tears blurred Elrond’s eyesight, as his loneliness overwhelmed him. His life was cold 
and empty. His sons' happiness made him all the more aware from his own loneliness. 
Was it really so, that he was doomed to live alone, without someone to love and cherish?

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The elf followed his Lord, when he had noticed him leaving. He couldn’t do anything but 
just stare at Elrond, his heart pounding almost painfully hard in his chest. The 
heartbreakingly sad expression upon Elrond’s beautiful face, made his heart ache. For so 
long he had secretly loved his lord, thinking that Elrond would be completely out of his 
reach, forever. But now, when the elf saw his meleth in pain, he wanted to do something, 
anything to ease it. Before he realized what he was doing, he stepped closer.

Elrond raised his head, wondering who dared to disturb him. Angry words stuck in his 
throat, when he saw the most beautiful elf in all Arda in front of him.

“What you are doing here?” He asked softly, not daring to believe that this was really 
happening. 




FIN.