Title: Solstices - Summer 
Author: Spider 
Email: wallcrawler27@hotmail.com 
Pairing: Glorfindel/Turgon/Ecthelion, minor Glorfindel/Ecthelion, 
Turgon/Elenwe and Tuor/Idril implied 
Rating: NC-17 
Summary: The summer solstice in Gondolin is a night for lovers.  Ecthelion 
and Glorfindel sneak out to have some fun of their own, but their plans 
change when they realize how lonely their friend and king is. 
Genre: PWP, Romance, Comfort 
Warnings: Minor alcohol consumption by of-age elves.  Threesome. 
Author’s Note: I had nothing to do with this.  Honestly.  Fin and Thel were 
supposed to run off into the forest like good little elves and make whoopee, 
but nooo, they can’t leave a friend in need.  They ignored my protests at 
having never written a threesome before, and ran off to have fun with Turgon 
anyway. 
 
Some things you should know/assume: 
Turgon is a close friend to Ecthelion and Glorfindel.  His wife, Elenwe, 
died in the crossing from Valinor to Middle-earth, leaving Turgon and his 
daughter, Idril, to carry on. 
Ecthelion is the Lord of the House of the Fountain; Glorfindel is the Lord 
of the House of the Golden Flower. 
Ecthelion and Glorfindel are already lovers.  Turgon, Idril, and Tuor are 
some of the privileged few who know this.  They’re trying to hide their 
relationship from the rest of Gondolin. 
mellon-min = Our friend 
mellyn-nin = My friends 
Something-min = Our Something 
There MAY be a sequel, or a few sequels, one for each season, if I feel 
motivated enough. 
You should know how to motivate an author. 
 
To see the picture that inspired the fic, go here: 
http://kbg.mods.jp/lotr/e5/460.html 
 
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Ecthelion sighed as he stepped in from his balcony.  Today was the summer 
solstice, a day for lovers in the kingdom of Gondolin.  Lover days were 
always lonely for him. 
 
It wasn’t that he didn’t have a lover, oh no, he was quite content with the 
beautiful Glorfindel who graced his bed.  It was merely… well… he couldn’t 
show it.  Only a select few knew that two of Gondolin’s finest captains 
loved each other dearly.  It simply wasn’t done at their high status to be 
kissing a male friend rather than searching for a suitable bride.  The two 
feigned deep friendship in public, but had to be extra cautious on days like 
this one.  Rumors that they both had secret lovers were common, and the 
elves of the stone city, especially the infatuated maidens, saw every casual 
touch as a hint of something more.  So far, he had only received one smile 
from Glorfindel and exchanged polite greetings around noon.  The day was 
fading swiftly, and he wasn’t sure if Glorfindel would dare the trip to his 
house, even under the cover of darkness. 
 
“Come on, come on!” A golden streak streamed past Ecthelion, snatching his 
hand and pulling him onward.  Ecthelion’s melancholy mood vanished like 
morning fog as Glorfindel’s unbound hair tickled his face.  “In!” 
 
Glorfindel locked Ecthelion’s bedroom door behind him after pushing his 
lover in first.  He turned to face the Fountain Lord and shook his head. 
Ecthelion was sitting on the bed, looking up at him with a longing 
expression.  “Honestly, don’t you ever think of anything else?” 
 
Ecthelion burst out laughing.  “Oh, that’s rich!  Coming from the one who’s 
always devising ways to get me into your bed!  You’ve just been dying to say 
that to me at least once, haven’t you?” 
 
Glorfindel grinned and moved to sit on Ecthelion’s legs.  “But of course.” 
He wrapped one arm around Ecthelion’s neck, tugging him closer to place a 
light kiss against his lips.  “I’ve missed you this solstice.” 
 
Ecthelion wrapped his arms around his lover’s slim body, pulling him closer 
and kissing him again, a proper kiss this time, drawing his tongue lightly 
across the seam of Glorfindel’s lips before slipping it inside as the blond 
opened his mouth.  Their tongues tangled together for a breathless moment 
before Ecthelion pulled back, too soon for Glorfindel, leaving a light nip 
to the lower lip.  “As I’ve missed you.  What are we going to do about it?” 
The dark gleam in his eyes and the seductive purr his voice had become 
clearly told Glorfindel what Ecthelion was thinking of. 
 
Glorfindel pulled away from Ecthelion, opening the bundle he had been 
carrying, the one that Ecthelion only now noticed.  “Here, change into 
this.” 
 
Ecthelion unfolded the clothes Glorfindel had tossed him, frowning slightly. 
 “Why, Fin, this is positively decent.  No suggestive slits, no transparent 
weave, no seductive cut… are you feeling well?” 
 
Glorfindel nodded, stripping off his outer robes and exchanging them for the 
simple cotton purple robe he had brought for himself, identical to the one 
Ecthelion had.  “Trust me, Thel.” 
 
Ecthelion shrugged and switched his robes as well.  Next out of the bundle 
was an ornate candleholder.  Ecthelion shook his head, taking a step away. 
“No, Glorfindel, we can’t go to the speech together!  You know that!” 
 
Glorfindel pressed a slim candle into the holder and set it on the dresser. 
"Ecthelion, this is one lover day I'm actually going to share with my lover. 
 I won't spend another solstice night alone just because some maidens with 
overactive imaginations want you as their husband." 
 
"They want you too," Ecthelion muttered.  The candle was one of many, each 
held by a couple as Turgon said a bit about how the city was fairing and 
what areas were being patrolled... after all, nobody really cared how the 
city was doing on this night.  All minds were turned toward the event after 
Turgon's speech, when they spilled out of the walls and into the patrolled 
areas, splitting into pairs to enjoy the magic of the night with their 
beloved one.  "You do realize that we'll be immediately picked out of the 
crowd merely because of your hair?  There's no way we could go out together 
and remain unnoticed." 
 
Glorfindel pouted.  "You always said you loved my hair!" 
 
"I do," Ecthelion said.  "I love your hair, and you know it, so you can put 
that lip back where it belongs." 
 
Glorfindel rested his hands on Ecthelion's knees, leaning forward to kiss 
him again.  "It belongs here," he murmured.  Ecthelion reached up, his 
fingers barely grasping golden hair before Glorfindel had pulled away again, 
shaking out the last piece of his bundle, an oversized blue cloak.  "If my 
hair is noticeable, then we merely hide it." He wrapped the cloak around him 
and over his head, effectively masking his hair, his eyes, and his entire 
body. 
 
Ecthelion raised an eyebrow, looking pointedly at the folds of the cloak 
still resting on the floor.  "And how, may I ask, are you planning on moving 
in that?" 
 
Glorfindel pushed the cloak off his head.  "It's big enough for two," he 
said simply, opening his arms to welcome Ecthelion into the soft folds. 
 
They spent several more minutes trying to adjust the cloak to cover them 
both without hindering their feet, then a few more minutes as they became 
tangled in the cloth, pressed face-to-face and used the position to their 
advantage, and then another few minutes to untangle themselves and grab the 
candle.  They managed to make it out the door, cloak pulled low over their 
faces, within an hour of Glorfindel's arrival. 
As they passed through the well-lit streets, Ecthelion caught their 
reflection in a window.  He had to admit, Glorfindel's plan did render them 
anonymous.  The purple robes neither had the ornamentation to reveal their 
status nor the colors of either of their houses - gold and blue for 
Glorfindel, blue and silver for Ecthelion - and thus could not betray their 
status.  Although a bit of Glorfindel's golden hair did show occasionally, 
he was not the only blond elf in Gondolin, and just a wisp would not betray 
them the way Glorfindel's thick braids would.  Ecthelion allowed himself a 
smile, slowly relaxing.  Perhaps they could spend this night together after 
all. 
 
Glorfindel was giggling, one arm wrapped around Ecthelion's waist, the other 
pulling the cloak around them and clutching the candle.  None of the other 
elves heading to the center of the city was paying any attention to them, 
other than a passing glimpse.  None of the maids he saw were chasing after 
Ecthelion or himself, a welcome relief.  Ecthelion nudged him when they 
reached the open square. "Stop laughing or you will get us caught!" 
 
Glorfindel bit his lip, trying to stop, but he just found it so funny!  They 
had slipped past all their peers and were now in fact standing amongst them, 
yet not one called out, "Look! Glorfindel and Ecthelion! They're lovers!" 
He leaned over to kiss Ecthelion. 
 
The dark-haired elf was rather tense, and didn't exactly respond to the 
kiss.  Glorfindel sighed slightly.  "Melme, look around.  Nobody cares about 
us; they only care about their own lover.  Come, relax, we'll be fine!"  He 
kissed Ecthelion again, but just as he managed to coax the other's lips 
apart, Turgon stepped out onto a balcony, and several youths started darting 
among the gathered couples, lighting candles.  One came to Ecthelion and 
Glorfindel, forcing them to pull apart as their candle was lit.  The small 
flame managed to prevent further kisses, as neither wanted to burn each 
other, or set the cloak on fire. 
 
"I always wondered why Turgon insisted on the candles," Ecthelion murmured. 
"Now I know." 
 
"It keeps the elves from turning their attention to more pleasurable things 
than Turgon's speech," Glorfindel grumbled.  Ecthelion grinned, trying not 
to laugh. 
 
Turgon said a few things, and then informed the lovers that the forest to 
the east of the city was safe for their festivities.  He bid them all a good 
night and happy solstice before retiring to his own room.  The couples 
started for the gates, some faster than the others, but Glorfindel and 
Ecthelion stayed where they were, studying the door Turgon had disappeared 
through. 
 
Ecthelion shook his head.  "Glorfindel... I can't..." 
 
Glorfindel closed his eyes.  "He must miss Elenwe so terribly on nights like 
this." 
 
"You can hear it in his voice," Ecthelion murmured.  "Perhaps... perhaps 
this night was not meant for us." 
 
Glorfindel nodded, and the two started for the palace as if one being, their 
strides in perfect unison. Glorfindel tugged the cloak lower on his face as 
Ecthelion pushed it back.  The guards recognized the Fountain lord 
immediately and waved them through.  They knew their way to Turgon's room, 
having visited it countless times before. 
 
Glorfindel knocked once, twice, three times, as he always did.  "Enter, 
Glorfindel," came Turgon's tired voice from within. 
 
"We thought you could use some company tonight," Ecthelion said as they 
entered.  Glorfindel pushed the cloak back as Ecthelion closed the door. 
 
Turgon was curled up by his fireplace on a pile of pillows and soft fur 
blankets.  The room looked untidy for once, as he seemed to have shed his 
trappings of office as he moved from the door to his current seat, with 
robes, crown, cloak, shoes, jewelry, and scepter scattered around.  The elf 
still managed to look noble, despite being clad in simple brown leggings and 
a loose white shirt.  Perhaps it was the way he held the glass of wine, 
staring through the crystal into the depths, perhaps it was the way his hair 
was still immaculately and intricately braided, perhaps it was just the aura 
of power all in his family seemed to exude.  "I do not need your company 
tonight," Turgon murmured, glancing away from the drink to take in his two 
friends.  His gaze lingered on the candle.  "You had other plans, go, you 
should enjoy this night, like the other lovers." 
 
Glorfindel slipped out from underneath the cloak and kicked off his boots, 
moving to sit beside Turgon.  "Mellon-min, I think you are wrong." 
 
Ecthelion hung the cloak on the back of the door before tidying up the room 
a bit, namely moving the crown and jewels from the floor to safe resting 
spots, and hanging up the expensive robes.  "Your heart desires company this 
night, even if you refuse to acknowledge it." 
 
Glorfindel watched Ecthelion for a moment before shaking his head. "Thel, 
you are neither in your own house, nor a servant.  Why are you cleaning?" In 
a slightly lower voice, as if confiding a great secret to Turgon alone, he 
added, "He's always so meticulous, you should see him dust off the road 
before we travel upon it!" 
 
Ecthelion closed Turgon's closet and removed his own shoes before joining 
his lover and friend on the soft nest before the fire, tugging lightly on 
Glorfindel's hair.  "I do not do that!" 
 
Turgon had a slight smile on his lips.  He closed his grey eyes before 
shaking his head.  "Thank you, mellyn-nin, but you do not need to comfort 
me.  This is hardly the first night I've spent without her, not even the 
first solstice." 
 
Glorfindel found the empty bottle for the wine Turgon had been drinking and 
frowned. He knew this vintage, it was rather strong - indeed, he and 
Ecthelion enjoyed a bottle every now and then - but to drink an entire 
bottle by yourself in one night?  He caught Ecthelion's eye and made a 
slight gesture to the bottle.  Ecthelion soon realized what he had, and 
reached over to pluck the glass from Turgon's fingers.  "We would not be 
worthy of calling ourselves your friends if we were to leave you in this 
state," he murmured. 
 
Glorfindel turned Turgon's face toward him with a finger.  The king wasn't 
bothering to struggle.  He merely turned his gaze to Glorfindel almost 
lazily.  "We should have realized your pain sooner," he murmured.  "As it 
is, we have many years to make up for." He caught Ecthelion's eye again for 
a brief moment - his lover nodded once - before he leaned forward and kissed 
Turgon. 
 
Turgon’s breath caught at the kiss, chaste as it was.  The wine was fogging 
his senses though, so rather than push Glorfindel away, as he would have any 
other time, he found himself responding to the blond’s lips, leaning into 
the kiss and letting his eyes slip closed again.  He was dimly aware of 
Ecthelion behind him, deft fingers unraveling tiny braids. 
 
Glorfindel smiled slightly.  Turgon had enough wine in him to not fight 
this; rather, he seemed to be enjoying himself already.  Glorfindel parted 
his lips slightly, lightly nipping at Turgon’s.  With a slight moan, Turgon 
opened his mouth, pressing forward again, practically in Glorfindel’s lap 
now. 
 
Ecthelion ran his fingers through Turgon’s now-free hair, marveling at the 
dark strands against his pale skin.  He rearranged himself behind the other 
so Turgon sat between his legs.  His tongue darted out to trace the graceful 
curve of a pointed ear as he reached around to tug on the ties of Turgon’s 
shirt, opening it further. 
 
Turgon suddenly realized what his friends were doing and pulled away from 
Glorfindel, abruptly breaking the kiss, his brown eyes flying open in alarm. 
 By drawing away from Glorfindel, he ended up pressing against Ecthelion, 
back to chest.  He flinched away from Ecthelion as well, only to find 
Glorfindel before him, trapping him between them.  “No…”  This wasn’t right; 
they should be spending this night together, not trying to cheer him up. 
“No… I don’t…”  He couldn’t manage to get a full sentence out though. 
 
Glorfindel cupped Turgon’s face in his hands, forcing their gazes to meet. 
“Tell me, Turgon, tell me honestly, do you want us to leave?” 
 
“I…”  Yes, yes he did… but at the same time, no, he wanted them to stay, he 
craved a lover’s touch, he needed them. 
 
Glorfindel saw the warring emotions in Turgon’s eyes and smiled softly. 
“Turgon, no matter what comes from your lips, your soul is asking us to 
stay, to help ease your burden.” 
 
“To leave you now would be the cruelest thing either of us has ever done,” 
Ecthelion murmured into Turgon’s ear.  “When have you known us to be cruel?” 
 
“Never.”  It came out as a whimper, barely heard over the soft crackling of 
the fire.  Ecthelion drew away from Turgon, drawing another quiet whimper 
from the king. 
 
“Shh,” Ecthelion soothed him, urging him to lift his arms so the shirt could 
be drawn over his head and discarded.  Glorfindel moved forward to capture 
his lips again as Ecthelion slipped his own robes and undershirt off. 
 
Glorfindel broke the kiss when Ecthelion resumed his position, drawing 
Turgon back, pressing his naked chest to Turgon’s back.  Turgon let out a 
moan, pressing back as Ecthelion feathered his hands over the bare skin, 
brushing teasingly against his nipples. 
 
Turgon kept his eyes open this time, staring blindly at the ceiling.  He 
felt so hot already, a faint sheen of sweat covering his skin, and 
Ecthelion’s touch burned him, but oh, what a delicious fire.  Each brush of 
his fingers sent sparks of desire coursing through his blood, centering in a 
molten ball in his groin.  ~This isn’t right.~  The sober part of his mind 
tried one last time to get him to realize that two of his friends were 
pleasuring him, that he shouldn’t accept it, he had no right to ask this of 
them, but the drunken portion, considerably larger and more aggressive, 
shoved that thought aside.  His two closest (and beautiful) friends were 
making sure he was okay.  What could possibly be not right about that? 
 
Glorfindel moved back a bit, watching as Ecthelion’s hands unraveled Turgon 
as easily as they had unraveled his braids earlier.  He called Turgon’s name 
softly, several times, to get the king’s attention, before he began to strip 
his own clothes off. 
 
Turgon swallowed thickly as Glorfindel rose to his feet before him, fingers 
lightly trailing down the buttons on his purple robes.  It wasn’t fair, his 
mind pointed out, that the only sign of arousal on Glorfindel was a faint 
flush in the golden elf’s cheeks and a slight darkening of his eyes, while 
he was sweating and moaning unashamedly in Ecthelion’s arms.  Once the 
buttons were all undone, Glorfindel shrugged his shoulders, letting the 
robes fall to the ground.  He stepped out of them, lightly kicking them 
aside.  Turgon’s mind revised its earlier assumption.  Under the robes, 
Glorfindel wore no shirt, merely soft leather leggings that did nothing to 
hide the bulge of his arousal.  The sweat on his chest shimmered slightly in 
the firelight as he moved his hands to the laces of his leggings. 
 
“No,” Turgon murmured again, pulling away from Ecthelion’s hands. 
Glorfindel frowned slightly.  “Let me.”  Turgon reached out and ran a finger 
along the bulge, smiling as Glorfindel hissed and shuddered under the simple 
touch.  He reached up to pluck lightly at the laces before giving a tug and 
pulling them loose.  Now it was Ecthelion’s turn to watch as Turgon pushed 
Glorfindel’s leggings down.  Glorfindel stepped out of those as well, 
kicking them in the direction of his robes and standing before the two in 
all his naked glory.  Ecthelion and Turgon both caught their breath at the 
sight.  For Turgon, Glorfindel was simply the most beautiful male he had 
ever seen unclothed and aroused.  For Ecthelion, the sight of his lover 
always managed to steal his breath and coherent thought. 
 
Turgon knelt before Glorfindel, hesitantly stretching his hand toward 
Glorfindel’s erection, but not touching.  Glorfindel watched quietly. 
Ecthelion came up behind Turgon, catching the king’s hand in his, and then 
reaching out to wrap both his and Turgon’s hand around the stiff flesh. 
Glorfindel groaned as he watched them, struggling to not thrust into their 
hands as they began to stroke him, Ecthelion guiding Turgon.  His friend 
looked so uncertain about his actions, and Glorfindel didn’t want to 
frighten him off… 
 
A full thought crossed Glorfindel’s passion-clouded mind, which he voiced. 
“Turgon… have you ever been with another male?” 
 
Turgon dropped his gaze to the pillows, his hand faltering.  “No,” he 
murmured, making as if to withdraw from the pair. 
 
Ecthelion caught Turgon’s hand again.  “Now, there’s no leaving a task 
half-done,” he murmured.  “Surely you’ve pleasured yourself before.  You 
know what feels good on yourself; Glorfindel will enjoy it just as much.” 
He placed Turgon’s hand on Glorfindel’s cock.  “Stroke,” he murmured into 
the king’s ear, dropping his own hands to the bulge in Turgon’s leggings. 
 
Glorfindel bit back a chuckle as Turgon’s hand faltered again, his grey eyes 
widening and then narrowing in pleasure as Ecthelion slid his hand past the 
loose waistband.  “Come now,” Ecthelion murmured, nipping at the tip of 
Turgon’s ear.  “That’s not stroking him.”  He slid his other hand up to 
circle around a dusky nipple, pulling another moan from Turgon. 
 
Turgon’s world had narrowed to the hard flesh in his hand and the hands and 
mouth on his own body.  He dimly heard a light laugh from Glorfindel and 
smiled at the memory of that mouth on his, tasting like sunlight and 
strawberries.  He frowned slightly, realizing that he had no idea what 
Ecthelion tasted like, and placed a hand over the one in his leggings. 
“Stop…” 
 
“Is something wrong?” Ecthelion asked, withdrawing his hand.  Turgon sounded 
like he meant it, that time.  Turgon nodded once and twisted around quickly, 
releasing Glorfindel erection to clutch at Ecthelion’s head, drawing him 
close for a bruising kiss. 
 
Ecthelion was momentarily startled by this action at first, but quickly 
melted into the kiss, returning it with just as much passion.  Turgon’s 
tongue pressed past Ecthelion’s lips, laying claim to his warm mouth. 
Ecthelion moaned, fingers clutching at Turgon’s hair. 
 
Glorfindel watched the kiss, his eyes nearly black with love and lust for 
the pair before him.  He idly stroked himself, unable to tear his eyes from 
the incredibly arousing sight of his lover and his friend making out. 
 
Ecthelion tasted like rain and warm tea, Turgon decided.  It was a pleasing 
combination.  He trailed his lips and tongue across Ecthelion’s jaw, pushing 
him to lay back against the pillows.  His hands trailed down Ecthelion’s 
neck and feathered across his collarbones, followed shortly by his mouth. 
He heard Glorfindel move behind him and felt his hair be brushed aside, 
baring his back to the blond’s own mouth, trailing kisses down his spine. 
Ecthelion could merely clutch at Turgon’s head, moaning and writhing 
slightly under his king’s surprisingly talented mouth. 
 
Glorfindel nuzzled the small of Turgon’s back, right above his waistband, as 
he reached his arms around to pull Ecthelion’s leggings off.  Ecthelion 
moaned as his cock was released from its cloth prison.  Turgon drew back 
slightly to study Ecthelion under him, drawing in a deep breath.  It would 
seem that Glorfindel had a rival for being the most beautiful male to grace 
Turgon’s presence unclothed and aroused.  Ecthelion moaned again, arching 
his back and lifting his hips, trying to get one of his lovers to touch him. 
 
Glorfindel smiled and kissed Turgon’s back again.  “Why don’t you taste him 
there?” he murmured against the flushed skin.  Turgon swallowed thickly, 
glancing up at Ecthelion’s face.  The dark-haired elf nodded, desire shining 
in his eyes.  Turgon leaned forward hesitantly, taking Ecthelion’s cock in 
his hand before slowing bestowing a long lick upon it, from base to tip. 
 
A shiver coursed through Ecthelion’s body as his eyes fluttered, the first 
tentative swipes of Turgon’s tongue unbelievably erotic.  Glorfindel had 
been the same way their first time, unsure of what to do.  Practice 
increased confidence.  The thought alone of helping Turgon practice was 
almost enough to make him come.  Ecthelion clamped down on his need, 
refusing to let this end yet. 
 
Glorfindel untied and removed Turgon’s leggings as he watched his friend 
lick his lover’s dripping cock like a sweet, obviously enjoying the taste. 
He stretched forward, running his fingers over Ecthelion’s mouth.  “Open.” 
Ecthelion drew Glorfindel’s fingers in, sucking on them, swirling his tongue 
around and between.  He kept his eyes on Glorfindel’s face, watching the 
eyes dilating further at the simple action. 
 
Glorfindel pulled his fingers free with a moist pop, trailing one down 
Turgon’s back and dipping into his cleft.  Turgon tensed slightly as 
Glorfindel stroked a finger over his entrance, looking over his shoulder 
questioningly.  Glorfindel noticed a tinge of fear in Turgon’s grey eyes, 
and smiled reassuringly.  “Trust me,” he murmured. 
 
Ecthelion reached out to cradle Turgon’s face in his hands, turning it back 
to him.  “Don’t think about him.  Think about me,” he said.  “Kiss me.” 
Turgon slowly leaned forward to lightly kiss Ecthelion.  One of Ecthelion’s 
hands held the dark head in place against his lips, slowly deepening the 
kiss; the other traced a path down, over his chest, pausing to tweak a 
nipple, dipping into his navel, and then circling his cock.  After a few 
brief strokes, over too soon, the hand continued lower to cup and fondle his 
sack.  Glorfindel chose that moment to slide his first finger into Turgon. 
 
Turgon tensed again, but Ecthelion drew his tongue into his mouth, sucking 
on it voraciously, as he released Turgon’s sack and trailed a finger up his 
quivering length to press lightly against the slit at the tip, effectively 
distracting him from the foreign and slightly uncomfortable feeling of 
Glorfindel’s finger inside him. 
 
Glorfindel lightly rubbed Turgon’s inner walls, waiting for the other to 
relax.  Ecthelion moved his hand from Turgon’s hair to Glorfindel’s mouth. 
Glorfindel sucked on Ecthelion’s fingers as he added a second finger. 
 
Turgon didn’t notice as Ecthelion pulled his hand free of Glorfindel’s mouth 
and began to prepare himself.  Glorfindel had brushed something within him 
that brought stars to his vision and drove the discomfort and few remaining 
thoughts from his mind.  He moaned into Ecthelion’s mouth, alternating 
between thrusting into Ecthelion’s fist and rocking back on Glorfindel’s 
fingers.  Glorfindel grinned and brushed that spot again.  Turgon cried out, 
feeling his climax ready to wash over him.  Ecthelion clamped down on the 
base of Turgon’s cock, keeping him from coming.  Turgon cried out again, his 
hands reaching down to push Ecthelion’s away, trying to find his release. 
Ecthelion nipped at his tongue.  “Don’t – you don’t want to miss the best 
part, now do you?” 
 
Turgon forced his eyes open, trying to focus on Ecthelion.  His friend just 
smiled smugly, looking rather ravished, lips kiss-bruised, hair messily 
spread on the pillow under him, sweat glistening on his face and eyes dark 
with lust and something more… could it be love?  For him?  Glorfindel added 
a third finger, wanting to make sure Turgon was thoroughly prepared for what 
was to come. 
 
Turgon rocked back on Glorfindel’s fingers, studying the expression in 
Ecthelion’s eyes, feeling the tightness in his groin building to an almost 
unbearable level as Ecthelion teasingly dusted his fingers over his cock. 
Ecthelion released his hard flesh as Glorfindel suddenly pulled his fingers 
out, and Turgon groaned at the loss, looking over his shoulder.  Glorfindel 
laughed and caught Turgon’s swollen lips in a swift kiss.  “Trust me; we’ll 
make it all better in a moment.” 
 
“Turgon…” Ecthelion practically moaned his name, leaning back and spreading 
his legs. 
 
Turgon looked back at Ecthelion, licking his lips at the sight.  Ecthelion 
was arching his hips toward him, one hand lightly playing with his own cock, 
the other fisted in the sheets.  “He wants you,” Glorfindel murmured, gently 
guiding Turgon forward.  “Go on, take him.” 
 
Turgon’s hands were shaking slightly as he positioned his cock at 
Ecthelion’s entrance.  He caught his friend’s eye before rocking his hips 
forward, sheathing himself within the tight heat.  A breathless moan left 
his lips as he threw his head back, eyes closed in bliss. 
 
Glorfindel took this to mean Turgon was completely relaxed and carefully 
pushed into Turgon.  Turgon’s eyes flew open as he turned to stare at 
Glorfindel, but he barely had time to tense at the sudden intrusion before 
Ecthelion rocked his hips, pulling away so Turgon almost slipped out before 
pushing down to fully sheathe him again. 
 
Turgon’s eyes rolled back at the sensation, hands clutching Ecthelion’s 
hips.  Ecthelion smiled at Glorfindel and rocked his hips again.  Glorfindel 
timed his thrust to drive Turgon back into Ecthelion. 
 
Turgon’s mind felt like it would explode from the sensation of taking and 
being taken at the same time.  Glorfindel and Ecthelion took the initiative, 
driving Turgon between them, taking control of his pleasure.  Ecthelion 
tugged at Turgon’s hair, pulling him down for a sloppy kiss, their tongues 
dueling between them.  Glorfindel pushed Turgon forward more, his chest 
sliding against Turgon’s back with each thrust, Turgon’s chest rubbing 
against Ecthelion’s sweat-slicked skin.  He felt a hardness pressing against 
his belly, barely having time to register it as Ecthelion’s before 
Glorfindel’s hands slipped between them, stroking his lover between the two 
bodies. 
 
Inexperienced and celibate for decades, Turgon’s control and stamina weren’t 
as great as his two friends.  As Glorfindel aimed his thrusts for Turgon’s 
sweet spot, and Ecthelion moaned and writhed under him, crying barely 
coherent pleas for more, harder, faster, Turgon closed his eyes and screamed 
out a mix of their names, “Ecthindel!” filling Ecthelion with his seed.  He 
felt Glorfindel’s body tense behind him and Ecthelion’s seize up around him, 
the two coming together, both calling out his name.  Turgon slumped 
bonelessly onto Ecthelion, Glorfindel limply resting on his own back.  Only 
the sound of their harsh pants and the crackling of the fire filled the room 
for several long minutes. 
 
Turgon was floating in a wonderful white cloud, the constant ache in his 
breast from Elenwe’s death no longer noticed.  Detachedly, he felt 
Glorfindel move off him, his limp cock sliding from his body, and then 
gentle hands pulling him away from Ecthelion, rolling him onto his back and 
covering him with a blanket.  Turgon moaned disappointedly, blindly reaching 
for them.  Although he could still only see the white haze, he could feel 
the smile that passed between the two.  The edges of the blanket were 
lifted, and a warm body was soon snuggled against either side.  Four arms 
wrapped around him, and two kisses were placed against his cheeks.  “Sleep, 
Turgon-min,” two voices whispered. 
 
<><><><><> 
 
Idril knocked on her father’s door the morning after solstice, worried about 
the state she’d find him in.  Normally, she spent this evening with him, 
trying to keep his mind off her mother, but last night was her first 
solstice wed to Tuor, and he had insisted she spend it with him – after all, 
now that their bond was official, he had no qualms about them sleeping 
together.  Receiving no response, she pushed it open and peered in. 
 
She first glanced to his bed, a bit nervous when she found it empty.  The 
balcony doors were closed, he wasn’t curled up in one of his armchairs… ah, 
there he was, curled up by a cold fireplace… and not alone.  A pleased smile 
curled the corners of her mouth as she recognized the long golden hair 
pooled around her father’s head.  If that was Glorfindel – looking extremely 
desirable without a shirt – then only Ecthelion could be the other 
dark-haired elf on her father’s other side.  The three were curled together 
under a bearskin blanket, a content smile gracing each face.  Idril closed 
the door quietly, trying not to wake the slumbering trio. 
 
“Idril?” Tuor came down the hall toward his wife.  “Is he all right?” 
 
Idril smiled to herself, nodding.  “Aye, he had company last night. 
Glorfindel and Ecthelion stopped by to make sure he wasn’t alone, they kept 
his mind off Nana in my place.” 
 
Tuor grinned, wrapping his arms around Idril.  “We’ll have to thank them.” 
 
Idril nodded, looking up at her husband.  “Happy Solstice, Tuor.” 
 
“Happy Solstice.”