Title: A Night to Remember Author: Galathil Author’s Email: galathil_of_doriath@yahoo.com Pairing: Glorfindel/Gildor, Glorfindel/?, Elrohir/Lindir, Maglor/Finarfin (implied), Maedhros/Fingon/Turgon (implied) Rating: R (coarse language, sexual references, adult themes) Synopsis: The night that arrives only every few thousand years has arrived! The night when the Valar Manwë gets it on with his wife Varda/ Elbereth and she makes the stars go haywire! The elves of Rivendell get prepared for this by reflecting upon the past and planning for the future! As the pairings’ don’t indicate, Elrond is the main character. Disclaimer: Everything here that I am toying with belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien. Author’s note: I actually took this from the Plot bunnies and the person who came up with the spark that initiated this piece is Ruciful (now called cyne_dias). I hope it’s enjoyed as a quick read – nothing more. Please write and tell me if you enjoyed reading it though. -- Elrond looked at the time chart thoughtfully. It would start tomorrow at dusk, this fated day of which Maglor, his foster father from three thousand years ago had sung and bewildered his young pupil. -- Flashback: Elrond, long limbed, straggly black hair, and at the awkward age of thirteen, flushed with embarrassment. “You mean…? Sir! Should you be…?” “Teaching you this? Singing of it?” Maglor snorted, lifting a long well tendoned hand to tuck a piece of hair behind his ear that had fallen forward. “Haven’t you already been eyeing the maidens of the camp?” When Elrond flushed harder the Elda laughed. “Come. Do not be so bashful! I sing of a day that has occurred before and will occur again, more than once in the future. You will experience it – you will feel the change in the air!” “But how could the time make us so wild?” Elrond was recovering from his shock and his brow had furrowed as he began to contemplate of what Maglor had sung. “On a starless night when a shooting star flies and lights up the sky, when Manwë seeks the company of Varda (Elbereth) -‘tis the beginning of the abandonment of self-control. Lust will overcome your senses, clouding out all but the most passionate and deepest of your thoughts and reason. You will seek – there is no doubt about that – seek company that night, whether Valar, Maia, or elf. Unfortunately I have no idea about men or dwarves.” Maglor said the last sentence with obvious dislike. “How do you know this? Did you live through one?” Maglor chuckled. “I lived through two, child. And your great great granduncle Finarfin was a very – very – memorable experience.” Elrond stared at him in shock. Then he lowered his eyes to the grass. “Um… I didn’t need to know that.” “As you wish.” Maglor was unperturbed. “You will experience those to come however.” “Well I hope I’m married then.” Maglor gave him an odd look. “Perhaps you will be,” he said. “The day for lust is when many children are conceived – it could be said that the Gods planned it even – so that lust’s powers could be driven towards some productive use – to ensuring that an elf-maiden’s eggs are not wasted, even in the most unwanted female.” Elrond pursued his lips and swallowed, uncomfortable with this casual talk about women. -- “Well I hope that Elbereth has a nice time tomorrow night,” muttered Elrond to himself. He ran a hand nervously over his hair, raking it through the twilight silk. It was ironic! He – was – married. And Celebrian had also told him only four days ago, as she too was quite aware of the time, that she had allowed one of her eggs to mature and to be released from its follicle. She was hoping for a little girl this time. Elrond had to agree. The first lot – two males – had been more than a handful – the twins causing so much damage to the house in their elfling years to rival the financial costs of all the six hundred years before their existence! Elrond was glad that Elladan and Elrohir were now 109 years, well matured, much more sensible in their thoughts and considerably less mischievous! Indeed, they were considerate, charismatic and wise young elves – much like junior versions of Lord Glorfindel minus some certain characteristics. Elrond had set the twins to be tutored by Glorfindel after informing the golden haired elf in no uncertain terms to not lay a single of his amorous thoughts upon them, let alone intentions. Thinking of the elf lord made a smile twitch on Elrond’s lips. Now Glorfindel was – not – married or tied up with anyone particular at the moment. Elrond had to wonder whom the elf would latch up with tomorrow and in the future. A councillor perhaps? Elbereth forbid one of his sons? What of a fellow minstrel or a maid of the household? He had sent the elf to the Grey Havens two weeks ago. “Ah but I should look to Celebrian myself,” said Elrond to himself, chastising his thoughts for drifting to dwell contemplatively upon his fair, very sexily legged and well reputed as a lover second-in-command. “Celebrian drains me as it is. I won’t be able to move during the following day.” And actually, as that last thought of sleeping in bed all day next to his sexy and very adventurous wife was rather nice, he decided that he would not dally anymore and go to bed to hurry up the time to tomorrow night. Of course, if Celebrian had the same idea then probably they would do some extra celebrations in anticipation of tomorrow. After all, both he and his fair wife were very aware of the fact that the best way to increase the possibility of conceiving a baby was through one proven method – sex – and lots of it! -- Elrond and Celebrian were not the only ones aware of the time. It was now dawn and Glorfindel, coming back from Fornost, the city that housed the King of Arnor, was riding fast eastwards back to Rivendell. Except he was making very little progress getting there. And also that his horse was calmly eating by the roadside - a few metres away from his person. And his person? Well – that – was currently humping an ecstatic Gildor, who was almost at orgasmic bliss. Embedded with leaves, covered in soil, and getting pricked on his knees and arms by the undergrowth, Gildor couldn’t care less. He had met Glorfindel by chance, having wandered away from his company with two companions. Having all met Glorfindel before, his two companions had guessed immediately what was coming to their hapless leader and discreetly excused themselves before they would be asked into a gang- bang. But neither Glorfindel nor Gildor cared. No cares in the world (well, they would like to think so), in a private place (where in fact any person on the road could see them). OKAY, lets just say that they were both horny and daring. Which is a nice way to think of Glorfindel and Gildor, who were both sexy, horny, and lovers in a round-a-bout way (that meant that when they met, they generally fucked). When they were finished, Glorfindel collapsed onto Gildor, who collapsed onto the leaves and undergrowth. Both were smiling. Then Gildor began quietly laughing. “What?” asked Glorfindel. “You are so fucked for tomorrow.” Glorfindel frowned. “So are you.” What did Gildor mean? Gildor burst into laughter again and Glorfindel moved his hand to tickle the other in the side. “Eek! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Stop i… ha ha ha ha hehe he hehaha ha!” Glorfindel stopped, grinning. “So why am I fucked?” “Just that you’re travelling tomorrow night and missing all the fun! No company means no sex! You are going to miss everything!” Glorfindel scowled and pushed himself up to pull out of Gildor. “I’m guessing that’s my cue to leave,” he said shortly. He rose and went to get his clothes. Gildor rolled over with a calm smile and lay unashamedly naked, propped up by his elbows, exposed to the world. “You’ll be fine,” he assured, unruffled by the other’s annoyance. “Just don’t come across any orcs.” “I assure you, my hatred for orcs runs deeper than my need to fuck something, Gildor.” Glorfindel began pulling on his clothes. “Mmm… I wish you the best if it isn’t. Anyway, I’m looking forward to tomorrow night – it should be quite a scene in Rivendell, let alone here in my company! Everyone sleeping with everyone else’s wife, incest – give me a full report of the scandals afterwards! I should be visiting next month.” “As you wish. You know that Elrond’s made everyone aware of tomorrow night in one way or another. I think we’re prepared for it.” Glorfindel glanced up at Gildor from picking at a burr on his shirtsleeve. He smiled. “Better than last time I suppose.” Gildor grinned. “I remember Fingolfin’s famous announcement.” Glorfindel laughed. “Oh indeed yes! Fingon, Maedhros and Turgon, all in a pleasant heap – a pretty scene for Fingolfin to walk in on! That’s one incident I’m sure their fathers’ will have many conflicting memories about to keep their dislike for one another strong.” “Didn’t Fingolfin make Fingon shave his head?” “For being caught on the bottom? Aye, he did! His eldest son and heir! Ha! And a right libertine who deserved it!” Glorfindel did up the last fastening on his shirt and now began to put on his belt. Gildor rose to get his own clothes now. When he reached the elf lord’s side however, Glorfindel stepped in his way with a sly grin. “Come tomorrow, I don’t think you will need clothes,” he said in a low voice. “So why should I let you dress now?” He glanced downwards at Gildor’s body before back up to meet the other’s eyes. “Nice! I don’t think anyone would mind. Eye candy indeed.” Gildor leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. Then after a few languorous moments he pulled back and ducked around a hazy eyed Glorfindel to grab his garments. Glorfindel helped the other dress – well actually he slowed Gildor down because he was both kissing the elf and also undoing the elf’s clothes just as Gildor was doing them up. However eventually, Gildor was dressed and the Exile stepped back with a grin to nod at Asfaloth, wish Glorfindel the best, and to turn away to slip away into the shadows between the trees, smoothing down his hair as he went. -- Elladan watched his brother dress for the day in some apprehension. It wasn’t spoken of - of course, but he was aware of the fact and fearful of the possibility that he just might end up having sex with his twin that night. They slept in the same room normally, were both mature, and their digressions would be ignored legally by the Eldas of Rivendell for the fated night and following day should anything occur between them, but still! But what was he? A child to be so tentative about voicing his concerns to his brother? Okay! So he had never discussed with Elrohir of how he didn’t mind cocks, though not as much as cunts! But why was he afraid of voicing that he had even a little attraction for his brother? After all they had grown up practically glued to each other! They were a couple in every sense except that they didn’t do more than peck kiss each other, get naked together, watch each other occasionally get off in the bathroom, and on rare occasions, disturb one another’s privacy with a maiden. No tongue kissing, no touching up of each other, and most certainly no sex! Elladan wondered when he would ever tell his brother that he had had sex with another male – and more than once. He sometimes wondered if Elrohir was bi as well. Well everyone was somewhere on the scale! He watched as Elrohir’s wet hair, freshly washed, dripped trails of water down the back of his twin’s shirt, making the garment stick to the other’s body. He sighed. “Elrohir – should we sleep apart tonight?” His twin turned his head slightly to look at him sidelong. “Apart?” “In different rooms. It’s just… well – what with tonight. I don’t know what to expect.” His twin grinned. “You think I’m going to jump you?” “Really. From what ada described I think it is a real possibility that we might just end up together.” There! He had as good as said it! His twin nodded. “Okay, but who’s moving?” “I’ll move.” “You’re sure?” “Yes. I’ll go and visit a friend’s.” Elladan smiled. “I may as well not miss the opportunity.” Elrohir nodded – and grinned. “Well don’t come back too early. Remember - I’ll have company too.” -- “Celebrian.” “Uh huh?” At her muffled voice, Elrond looked out at her from the bathroom with a frown – to smile. She had pulled the eiderdown over her head. Turning, he moved into the bedroom to go to the end of the bed and knelt on the end to tap the bumps of her feet - veiled and padded by the eiderdown. They shifted and he inwardly laughed. “I was wondering,” he said then, “exactly if we are ready to have another baby now.” Oops! THAT did it! The eiderdown was pulled down and she looked at him with a suspicious frown. “You’re getting cold feet!” she accused. “No no.” Elrond let his hand fall from her feet to ensure that he didn’t provoke her by some means. “I was just wondering – considering the twins and how hard they were to handle – if we were… well, ready.” She stared at him for a pause. And then shook her head, a sly smile forming upon her lips. “So is that an invitation for me to go and ask Glorfindel to stick his tool in when he arrives?” she taunted. “You can have a nice ‘golden-haired’ little girl! I’m sure he won’t mind. And after all, I won’t be able to control – my – urges for at least tonight will I? You can excuse both my behaviour and any strange features that the child may possess!” He scowled. “Don’t tease me,” he said. “I just don’t want another kid playing mudpies in the garden or burning the kitchen down or scribbling all over my papers, or… well, why do we have to have three children? Aren’t two enough?” “Well the egg is loose big boy! So I’m going to have a baby whether it’s yours or not,” she retorted. She lifted a hand to brush back a few golden strands of hair that had been sitting in her face. “You should have pleaded with me five days ago at least! Tonight is the night and once the sun is down, I’m hunting for some fun!” Oh great! Elrond could see the determination already in her eyes. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Then he opened his eyes and nodded. “Okay. I’ll be here just before dusk.” He rose from the bed and smiled at her with a slight nod. “I’ll see you at breakfast or later then. If later, have a good morning.” “You too.” When Elrond reached the door there was a loud purr from the bed. He turned his head to narrow his eyes at her, a smile forming on his lips as he saw her sitting nonchalantly up against the pillow – not looking at him. “And you better be here before dusk as well,” he said firmly. She smiled, still not looking at him but at some point across the room in front of her. “Uh huh.” Grinning, Elrond turned and left the bedroom, closing the door quietly behind him. -- At dusk, it was quite an interesting sight if one could analyse the bedrooms of Rivendell. Pairs or more of elves sat anxiously waiting, glancing at partners who varied from their first-times to many times and from nervous to excited. Food and drink was set alongside the wisest elves, in readiness for the residents’ needs soon for periodic pick-me-ups and rehydration. The combinations of genders were intriguing: male and female, male and male, female and female, and some in the plural where groups of partners joined with other groups. Interestingly enough, one of the largest and most ambitious groups had settled themselves upon rugs in the Hall of Fire, a site that, had Elrond learnt of this, he would have had some serious words with the culprits about. There were a few quite questionable arrangements. These included incest - which, though expected somewhat to occur, was not supposed to be planned intentionally! So too wife and husband swapping was expected to occur, but not intentionally either! Yet in the Hall of Fire for example, it could be seen that already husband from partnership no. one was chatting with wife of partnership no. six, wife of partnership no. one was already kissing husband of partnership no. three, and husband of partnership no. six was in the corner with husband of partnership no. two doing something very suspicious with his hand against the other’s thigh. It wasn’t sundown for a few minutes yet! As for on the road, Glorfindel was uncomfortably aware of a small group of rangers who he knew he would pass within the hour. He eyed the road warily. -- Thar she goes! The sun set and BY GOLLY HO! (Well I wasn’t going to disappoint the story and say that the elven leaders got the wrong date was I?) If elves could be compared to cats, they were on a lot and I mean A LOT of catnip! If more energy was released in body heat in Rivendell than at any time ever, then it was on this night! And if any person had been introduced to elves at this very moment for the first time, then they would have understood how orcs, bred from elves, managed to breed like rabbits. It surely could not be possible that thrusting could go any faster, or that legs, cunts, and arses could be opened wider or more eagerly, or indeed that seed could be spent at a swifter rate than the elves of Arda at this time. In bed in the twins’ room, Elrohir merrily humped alternately with two young maidens he had picked up that day. In bed in another room of the house, Elladan was humping a young minstrel that Tolkien introduces almost three thousand years later in his book ‘The Fellowship of the Ring’ – fair Lindir the minstrel, who was quite a debauched creature by the time the year 3018 came around! As for Elrond and Celebrian? Well! From the sounds coming from their room, they were merrily begetting an heir all right! -- Morning dawned! Afternoon passed! “Oh my!” Elrond blinked sleepily around him at the sights in the halls and passages of Rivendell in the late afternoon. “Oh my - oh my - oh my.” he repeated to himself. Elves lying half-naked all over the fucking place! Ai! Elbereth! Was that really Erestor?! What the hell was he doing lying next to her? That wasn’t his wife! And by golly! What was wrong with his…? “I don’t want to know, I don’t want to fucking know,” he murmured to himself, picking his way sleepily through the passages. Some of the residents were walking around tiredly as well – cleaning themselves, their companions, and the house up. A few minutes later he had made his way to the garden and was now bemusedly wondering why he had come out here in the first place, when his eye caught movement at the edge of the valley. Ten minutes later, a concerned frown on his face - he met Glorfindel in the stables. “Glorfindel what’s wrong?” he asked the white-faced elf lord. “And what is wrong with your horse?” Half an hour later, Elrond was hurriedly drawing up papers to legalize bestiality for the previous night! The End