Title & Chapter Number: Farewells and New Beginnings 2/17
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Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they are the property of Tolkien with the exception of an original or two, and I am sure he would be horrified if he read this…
Warnings: This story is rated NC-17 and contains male slash pairings, incest, and explicit sexual content - not to mention a boatload of angst. If you find this offensive, or you are under-age, I strongly suggest you stop now.
Betas: Alex
Cast: Legolas/Thranduil, Glorfindel/Erestor, Legolas/Erestor, Thranduil/Glorfindel
Timeline: TA
Spoilers: None
Summary: The time of the Elves is over, and the last remaining Elves sail for the west.
Notes: This story came out of a little one I wrote as a companion to the Rock Stars series. The plot bunny, however, refuses to leave, so here I am, exercising my demons. This is inspired by the beautiful Elves that Professor Tolkien created much to our joy and amazement; and by the beautiful, sometimes sad, and heartrending music of U2 that I was listening to when I wrote it. Thanks so much to everyone who gave me encouragement, Alex (my wonderful beta reader on this and the Rock Stars series), Dawn, Larian (my wonderful beta reader on the Tale of Two Brothers series), Hawk, and L.K., (and yes, I cried like a baby when I wrote it…)
September 30th, 3021, Third Age, Somewhere on the Belegaer
Lord Elrond sat beside his good friend and Counselor, gently stroking his hair and watching his chest rise and fall with each deep breath he took. The heartache and grief had finally become too much for the proud Noldo to bear, and he had collapsed into his Lord's arms upon the decks of the ship. Erestor had slept for the better part of a full cycle of the sun and moon, and Elrond sat dutifully by his side, taking his meals at Erestor's bedside and sleeping in the chair he sat in. He had done all he could for the Counselor, now he had to wait, to see if he had the strength to go on without the one he had loved for the better part of an age. He sat in the chair trailing his fingers through Erestor's raven locks and softly caressing the palm of the Counselor's hand with his thumb. He had seen this coming. He knew the warrior would not break free of his sons in time, he wondered if he ever would.
Elrond heard his friend take a deep breath and felt him begin to stir. "Glorfindel… a'maelamin…" Erestor whispered.
"Oh, Erestor, meldir. I am so sorry, so very sorry." Elrond replied. A tear fell from the Lord of Imladris' eye as he watched his friend awake from what was a beautiful dream, to the emptiness of reality.
Erestor blinked and saw his honored Lord sitting beside him. He slowly sat up and looked at him, whispering weakly, "It was a dream. He is not here, is he?"
Elrond slowly shook his head, "No, meldiramin, he is not here."
Erestor sighed and rolled to his back, "How am I going to do this? I thought I was over him, I thought since it had been so long, that I would not love him so much, want him so badly. How am I going to go on without him?" His voice broke at the end as he began to quietly weep. Elrond climbed upon the bed and gathered his good friend in his arms. Erestor clung tightly to him, "He is lost to me, my Lord, I will never look upon his beauty again. Never will I see his bright smile, his sparkling indigo eyes, his beautiful golden mane, his angelic face. I will never hear his deep throaty laugh, or his inane jokes. He will never again interrupt my work with absurd questions just to get a rise out of me. Never again will I feel those strong arms encompass me, his comforting weight upon me, his blessed soft lips upon my face." The Noldo broke down in tears as he grieved for the loss of his true love.
"Oh, Erestor, that I knew how to heal your heart, that I knew how to take this pain away, but I do not. I know that what I say now will fall upon deaf ears, but trust me and believe me when I tell you that Glorfindel is not the last one you will ever love. One day, you will find the love of another, and while you will always love our warrior, you will not ache for him as you do now."
Erestor said nothing, he only clung to his dear friend like a life raft and wept tears of loss and longing for his true love.
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Glorfindel lay upon his back in the modest bed, staring up at the ceiling. He had sat upon the floor all night, staring out at the sea, looking to the West, and grieving the loss of one who he loved. Erestor might as well be dead, for the warrior knew he would never lay eyes upon him again.
"Glorfindel? A'maelamin?"
Elrohir's soft voice drifted into his ears and he turned his head to see his lover standing in the doorway. He closed his eyes and swallowed. Part of him wanted to rage at the Peredhil, to demand to know why he had ensnared him, why he had made him fall in love with not only him, but Elladan as well. But he knew that was unfair, the twins had done nothing but care for him and love him, and try to share what they had together with him. This was is own doing, he was at fault, and it was his choice. "Yes, Elrohir?"
"May I come in?" Elrohir's voice sounded small, like it did when he was an elfling.
"Yes, meleth nín, you may come in." Glorfindel sat up in the bed and watched Elrohir approach. His shoulders were bowed and he looked at the floor as he sat down next to the warrior.
Elrohir could barely force himself to look upon Glorfindel; he had caused the Eldar so much pain, so many times. How could he dare ask him to stay? Elladan had done his best to convince him to tell Glorfindel to take the next ship to go to be with Erestor, and that was his intention. But as he sat upon the bed now, he could not speak the words, he could not part with the one he had loved the entirety of his adult life, his first love. "I am sorry," was all he could manage to speak.
Glorfindel slid forward in the bed and wrapped his arms around his long time lover and pressed his lips to his ear, "Do not be sorry, Elrohir. You have done naught to be sorry for; you have only ever loved me."
Elrohir sighed, "Oh, Glorfindel, I do love you, I truly do. I was so afraid of what I would do without you, how I could go on without you. I have been so selfish, so unfair. You love Erestor; both Elladan and I see it, yet you stayed with us. I have asked too much."
Glorfindel whispered into his lover's ear as he stroked his hair, "No, a'maelamin. You have asked no more than I was willing to give. I love both you and your brother so much, Elrohir; I could not go on without you. I am where I should be, even though it is painful to see Erestor go."
Elrohir clutched him tightly as they lay back upon the bed together. Neither said a word until they had to rise to prepare to depart for Gondor.
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September 2nd, 120, Fourth Age, Eryn Lasgalen
Legolas stretched and yawned, as he rolled over into his father's arms. He curled his strong young body against him and smiled. He had not slept so well in years; he was at peace, and he was happy and whole for he first time since his strange journey with the Fellowship. He loved lying in his father's arms; his musky scent and soft, warm skin were like a comforting blanket he could wrap himself in. He looked forward to all the days and nights they would have together, all the hours in which to love and enjoy one another. He felt his father's chest rise and fall as he took a deep breath, and he caressed his strong, rippled abdomen. He pressed his lips to his chest, and fondled the ring he gave him against his tongue.
Thranduil purred at the sensation of his son's soft, wet tongue against his flesh and his arousal immediately awakened. He quietly gasped as Legolas gently tugged on the ring that pierced his chest and he clasped his son tighter to him. "Good morning, meleth nín." He whispered. He felt himself sliding into the slow, sweet rhythm of seduction that his son had become such a master of.
"Mmmm, good morning, my Lord. You taste and feel so good." He whispered. Legolas' hand trailed down his father's abdomen and his fingers played in the soft, downy hair that grew around his arousal. "I burn for you, Ada, it has been too long since I have lain in your arms, too long since I have felt you fill me. Will you, Ada? Will you fill me now?"
Thranduil moaned and pulled his son on top of him, rocking his hips up to meet him and pressing his arousal into that of his lover's. "Aye, my beauty, I will give you anything you ask of me." He reached up and pulled Legolas' lips to his own, pressing a passionate kiss to them as he felt his son's strong body rock against him.
Legolas whispered against his lips, "I want to feel you buried inside me, I want to feel your mouth upon my flesh. I want to find rapture with you, the way you showed me so long ago."
Thranduil moaned, his son's words igniting a fire inside him that could only be extinguished one way. Legolas lifted himself off his father and turned his back to him, settling back between his legs and resting upon his chest. He slowly undulated against his lover, feeling his arousal harden as he gripped his father's strong thighs in his hands. He leaned his head back and sighed, his own body was aching for his lover, aching to be filled by him. He rose and lowered himself upon his lover's erect desire, feeling it stretch him and fill him as he moaned deeply. He lay back upon his father's chest, gripping his hips, digging his fingers into the soft skin and hard muscle. He slowly rocked his pelvis forward and back, moaning and arching his back to change the angle of the thrust. Thranduil gripped his son's hips, guiding him as he drew his tongue along the curve of his ear. Legolas whimpered and writhed on top of him as the rhythm increased, he whispered breathless words of love and devotion in his father's ear. His own arousal was aching, weeping, begging to be touched but he did not, he willed it to happen on its own. His heart was racing, his blood was on fire; he groaned his father's name and cried out as he brushed deep inside him, sending bright explosions of heat roaring through his body. He felt it building with each thrust, each wet caress of his lover's tongue upon his ear. Higher and higher it climbed, closer and closer, until he arched his back and cried out, spilling himself upon his own stomach. He felt his father arch his back and heard him groan into his ear as he released inside him, filling him with his essence.
Legolas collapsed back upon his father panting, aching, still wanting him more than anything in the world. His arousal was still erect, still begging to be touched and Thranduil complied, reaching around and stroking his son until he brought him to a second completion. Legolas trembled against him, blissfully happy and completely satiated. Neither attempted to move, but lay still, Thranduil holding his son and whispering words of love into his ear until their limbs grew stiff.
Thranduil chuckled, "Ai, my legs are asleep, a'maelamin. You are no longer a lithe youngster."
Legolas softly laughed and feigned offence. "Are you saying I am too heavy? Are you suggesting I have been eating too much?"
Thranduil wrapped his arms around his son, clutching him tightly, "No, meleth nín, I am saying you have a fine, powerful warrior's body; a body that I love to hold in my arms."
Legolas sighed and rolled off his father, feeling him slip from his body and quietly shuddering at the loss of him. He hovered over him on his hands and knees, his flaxen hair brushing his chest and his sweet breath upon his father's lips. "Take a bath with me, Ada?"
"Yes, Greenleaf, but I fear you will have to help me up." He smiled playfully as Legolas chuckled and dipped his mouth to his for a kiss.
It did his heart good to see his son so happy; to see him smile and laugh as he did when he was younger. The gift his mother gave him had been a hard one to bear. Legolas felt things so deeply, so profoundly, that as he was coming of age, he was often melancholy and prone to withdrawing from those around him. As he grew into adulthood, he found a way to live with his feelings, and while no longer dispirited, he was still so somber and thoughtful.
The lovers rose from their bed and sunk into the warm bath in the garden. Legolas straddled his father, holding him and placing soft kisses upon his face, as Thranduil closed his eyes and caressed his son's strong back, feeling his silken arousal brush his stomach. "Amin mela le, Legolas." He whispered.
"Amin mela le, Ada, always." His son whispered in return. Legolas took his father's face in his hands and smiled. "Never have I loved another as I love you, my Lord. Never has one brought me such joy, such comfort. I am proud to be your son, and proud to be your lover." He pressed a gentle kiss to his father's waiting lips and felt his tears wet his own cheeks. He pulled back and gazed at him with a furrowed brow, "Why do you weep, Ada?"
Thranduil caressed his son's face and hair. "Legolas, you are the greatest gift of my life, I fear to know what would have become of me, if not for you. I have not always been the best father, and for that, I am eternally sorry. But you have ever been a source of joy and pride for me, never more so than this moment. You are a proud and valiant warrior, a beautiful and noble Prince, and I thank the Valar for you everyday that I live."
Legolas wrapped his arms around his father, "Oh, Ada, you have been a wonderful and giving father, the best father anyone could ever ask for. I would not be who I am if not for you, you have always given me strength and love. You made me who I am, never forget that."
Thranduil held his son in his arms and buried his face in his hair, breathing in his sweet scent. In that moment, the entire world could have fallen away, and he would have needed no more than what he held in his arms, his beloved Greenleaf.
~*~*~*~
Elvish – English Translation:
A'maelamin = Beloved
Meldir = Friend
Meldiramin = My Friend
Meleth Nín = My Love
Ada = Father
Iôn = Son
Amin mela le = I love you~ Next Chapter ~
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