Title & Chapter Number: Farewells and New Beginnings 13/17
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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: Thranduil and Gildor leave Eryn Lasgalen; Glorfindel remembers Erestor, Legolas and Erestor share a morning of passion.
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, Zee, Ninie, and L.K. (and yes, I cried like a baby when I wrote it…)
June 20th, 122, Fourth Age, Eryn Lasgalen
Thranduil stood in the doorway to his son's room, looking at the empty space that once housed his things. Legolas had taken anything that had sentimental value with him when they departed for the Grey Havens, leaving behind only his furniture, and now even that was gone. Thranduil could not bear the thought of another lying in his son's bed, so he had burned that and sold the rest. As he stood in the empty room, devoid of anything that could possibly remind him of his beloved, he still heard his voice in his head. He remembered Legolas as an Elfling, his clear laughter ringing through the halls of the caves, the soft patter of his tiny feet as he ran through the palace. He remembered him as a young Elf, tall and lithe, like his mother. His soulful blue eyes and kind smile, his soft, deep voice and seductive touch. Now that he looked back on it he realized it was his son who seduced him, and it was his son that had loved him like no other had or ever would again. "Namaarie, Greenleaf. Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au'."
Gildor approached his lover and placed a kind hand upon his back. "It is time, meleth nín. I have prepared things as you have asked."
Thranduil turned around and embraced his lover. "Thank the Valar for you, Gildor. Without you I would be lost."
Gildor hugged his lover tight and placed a soft kiss upon his neck. "Amin mela le, Thranduil, Son of Oropher, King of Greenwood the Great."
Thranduil slowly shook his head. "I am a King no more, Gildor. My subjects are gone, my realm is empty. I am but a simple Elf now, no longer a ruler."
Gildor laughed softly and caressed the Sindar's face, "Oh, Thranduil, you could never be a simple Elf, ruler or no."
Thranduil smiled and kissed the Noldo's lips. "Amin mela le, Gildor. You have been a kind and true friend, and generous lover."
Gildor tugged at the King's sleeve. "Come, my Lord. We must get under way."
Thranduil nodded and followed the Noldo out to the front gate. He closed the gates behind him and locked them, turning to see his bed set upon a pile of rock. Gildor's comrades held torches, waiting for the King to light it. He took the torch from the Elf's hand and looked at the bed that he had spent ages sleeping in, the bed he lost his own virginity in, the bed he had made love to his own son in countless times. He bowed his head and said a silent prayer before tossing the torch and committing the last piece that remained of his old life to flames. The group of Elves silently left the wood, riding south, as Legolas' horse Arod followed faithfully behind.
After near an hour of silence, Gildor finally spoke to his lover. "Where are we going, my Lord?"
Thranduil never diverted his eyes from the trail as he answered, "To Rohan. I am returning Arod to his herd of Mearas. From there, I do not know."
Gildor nodded. "Where you lead, we will follow, my Lord."
Thranduil looked at his lover and smiled before squeezing his stallion into a gallop down the Great Forest Road.
~*~*~*~
June 20th, 122, Fourth Age, Last Homely House, Imladris
Glorfindel sat upon the terrace of the Last Homely House, noting how strange it seemed, practically empty. He propped his feet upon the rail and crossed his ankles, locking his fingers behind his head and soaking up the summer sun. He felt sad that day, and was not sure why. They had been alone in Imladris since Celeborn left a month before. Now, what was once a bustling Elven community, full of activity and life, was empty save him and the twins. All that could be heard was the roaring of the falls and the birds in the trees. Since the Elves had left, more and more animals moved in, and Glorfindel did not mind; in fact, he imagined that was just what Elrond would have wanted. It was not unusual to find a deer or raccoon roaming the halls of the Last Homely House, and somehow, both Elladan and Elrohir had managed to housebreak them, so they were no nuisance.
His thoughts drifted back to when the twins were Elflings, running through the halls and creating havoc. He remembered how often they would chase Arwen through the halls after she had stolen something from them, or found something to play with that she should not be touching. A smile crossed his lips when he thought of those happier days, when the lady of the house still lived there and Elrond had his family whole and happy. His Lord now dwelt beyond the sea, his wife returned to him, but his children lost to him. It broke his heart that one should have to suffer so much, that deserved it so little.
His thoughts also drifted back to Erestor, his beloved Noldo, and his first love of his new life. He closed his eyes and remembered the first day he saw the Counselor upon arriving at Lindon. The Noldo sat beside his Lord in his somber dark tunic and leggings. His hair was braided in the manner of a warrior, which is what he used to be. Glorfindel thought he had not seen eyes so fierce, nor demeanor so stern as those of Erestor; the Noldo's stark beauty immediately captured his imagination and his heart.
He spent the following years training and fighting beside the Noldo; Erestor had been quickly impressed at the Eldar's prowess with the sword. Glorfindel remembered the night he revealed his identity to the Noldo, relaying the tale of the Fall of Gondolin and his own fall at the hands of the Balrog. Erestor ceased to see him as a young warrior then, and saw him for who he was, a fallen hero given a second chance, a loyal and brave protector for his Lord, Elrond Half-Elven. He quickly fell in love with Erestor, but the Noldo was so unapproachable that he never dared admit it. Then, when the Counselor fell in battle at the Black Gates, he risked his life to retrieve him from the hands of evil. He forsook his duty to protect his Lord and left his side, to save the one he loved. When he found the Noldo, ashen pale, blood pouring from the wounds left in his sides from the dragon's claws and the angry gash in his shoulder from the Witch King's blade, he risked death to retrieve his body and carry it back to the healer's tents. He knew not whether Erestor was alive or dead, but that did not matter, he would not leave his body to the black devils that tried to take him.
"Glorfindel?"
He blinked back to the present and looked up to meet Elladan's gaze. He smiled; the Peredhil had an uncanny sense of knowing when his mind was troubled.
Elladan knelt next to the Vanya, his hands resting upon his leg. "What were you thinking of, a'maelamin? You looked sad."
Glorfindel caressed his lover's hair and softly replied, "I was thinking of old friends, meleth nín, and I was thinking of your father."
Elladan smiled. "Come, make love to me and Elrohir in the sun by the river." The Eldar rose from his chair and took his lover by the hand, walking through the house in his bare feet as Elladan ran his hands inside the Eldar's loose shirt. He smiled and stepped in front of the Vanya, running his hands into his hair. "I love your hair this way, meleth nín, loose and flowing around your beautiful face."
The Eldar grasped his lover about the waist and lifted him as Elladan wrapped his legs around the Vanya's waist. "Well there is no need to braid it now is there? `Tis just the three of us here now, no more formalities, no more ceremony."
Elrohir stood in the doorway that opened to the path that led to the river. "No more hiding."
Glorfindel sat Elladan down and wrapped one arm around each of them. "No, my loves, no more hiding." He pressed a soft kiss to each of their mouths before turning to face them. "So, do you youngsters still think you can best me?"
The twins looked at one another and smiled. In unison they answered, "Of course."
Glorfindel smiled wickedly, "Then catch me." The Eldar took off sprinting toward the river as the twins fell in hot pursuit. The air rang with the sounds of their laughter as they ran down the path toward the river.
~*~*~*~
Erestor opened his eyes and purred as he felt his lover's tongue caress his arousal. He stretched and sighed. "Ai, melethron, you really know how to wake one up."
Legolas chuckled, his breath fluttering along the heated, moist length of the Noldo's sex, causing him to gasp. "I could not sleep, a'maelamin." He whispered. "I cannot seem to keep my hands off you, Erestor. You are just too tempting."
Erestor laughed softly and uttered a small gasp as his lover took him into the back of his throat. He whispered breathlessly, "Amin mela le, my Prince." He moaned as he felt an explosion of desire build within him. Legolas was relentless in his pursuit to give him pleasure, and he never tired of it. He arched his back and groaned as his Sindar lover moved from his arousal to lap at the soft skin below his arousal. He gasped and uttered a small cry as the Prince's tongue breached his body.
Legolas withdrew, the blankets sliding off his back as he rose. He looked at his Noldo lover and smiled. Erestor's body was humming with need, his arousal arched toward his stomach and he lay with his legs spread shamelessly, raven hair spilled out upon the white sheets of his bed, heavy-lidded, dark gray eyes dilated with passion. Legolas smiled wickedly and rested back upon his heels. "Would you do something for me, a'maelamin?"
Erestor nodded and whispered breathlessly, "Anything, meleth nín, I would do anything for you."
Legolas smiled and whispered huskily, "Touch yourself, Erestor."
Erestor's eyes widened for a moment then he smiled. "As you wish, my Lord." His hand traveled down his abdomen, his long fingers playing the soft, dark hair that grew about his arousal. His fingers found his own length and teased it, earning an appreciative growl from his beautiful lover. He took himself in his hand, slowly stroking and squeezing, whispering erotic words to his lover as he closed his eyes and lost himself in pleasure.
Legolas moaned quietly, watching the sensual Noldo almost undid him. His hands caressed his own muscled abdomen as he watched his lover pleasure himself. His own arousal thrummed with need and his breath came in ragged waves. The sound of his name dancing upon his lover's lips was the final push, and he reached out, grabbing the Noldo's arms and pulling him to his knees.
Erestor knelt in front of his lover, his lips grazing the Prince's as he whispered, "Was that to your satisfaction, my Lord?"
Legolas trembled with desire as he reached down and placed the Noldo's hand upon his own arousal. "Oh yes, melethron, very much." His lips grazed the Counselor's as he whispered, "Continue, Erestor."
Erestor began stroking his arousal, moaning softly as he felt Legolas take his own in his hand. He opened his mouth to his lover's teasing strokes with his tongue, the Prince's other hand traveling around to cup his buttocks and pull him closer. They thrust against one another, pressing their foreheads together and whispering words of love and passion. They rocked against one another, pleasuring themselves, tasting of one another's mouths. Legolas' eyelids began to flutter and his moans grew more urgent. Erestor was nearing the breaking point, he whispered to his lover, "Wait for me, Legolas, wait meleth nín."
Legolas nodded, a quiet whimper escaping his lips as he reached for his lover with his mouth. They cried out as they reached climax together, plundering one another's mouths, tangling their fingers in each other's hair. They collapsed upon the bed together and lay side by side, panting and smiling.
Erestor chuckled, "That was unusual."
Legolas laughed heartily and it made the Noldo smile. "Yes, I suppose it was. But it was quite erotic, do you not think so?"
Erestor nodded vigorously, "Oh yes, absolutely. I have just not done that in another's presence before."
Legolas chuckled and rolled over the Noldo. "Are you telling me that you have never had a lover ask you for that before?"
Erestor frowned, but could not help from smiling still. "No, I have not had another ask me for that before. However…"
Legolas raised one arched brow. "Yes?"
Erestor smiled sheepishly, "I have asked it of others."
"Really? Who?" The Prince asked sardonically.
Erestor nipped his earlobe and wrapped his legs around his lover, "There was one who would give me anything I asked for. By Elbereth, he was beautiful to watch, so seductive, so sensual…"
Legolas smiled. "I think I know of whom you speak, and yes, he did possess a devastating beauty."
Erestor smiled and kissed his lover. "But he is not as beautiful as you, my dear Prince. There are none who compare to your beauty."
Legolas smiled and caressed his lover's face. "Amin mela le, Erestor."
Erestor hugged him tight, "Amin mela le, my beautiful Legolas."
They curled into one another's arms and spent the morning in bed.
~*~*~*~
Elvish = English
Namaarie = Farewell
Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au' = My heart shall weep until it sees thee again
Meleth nín = My love
Amin mela le = I love you
A'maelamin = Beloved
Melethron = Lover~*~*~*~
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