Title & Chapter Number: Fate's Mirror 6/?
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Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: do not own these characters, they are the property of Tolkien, and I am sure he would be horrified if he read this…
Warnings: This story is rated NC-17 and contains male slash pairings and explicit sexual content. If you find this offensive, or you are under-age, I strongly suggest you stop now.
Betas: Larian Elensar
Cast: Erestor, Glorfindel, Gildor, Thranduil
Timeline: SA
Spoilers: None
Summary: Set during the second half of the second age. Reincarnated Glorfindel returns to Lindon from the Halls of Mandos to pledge his service to the High King.
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April, 1693, Second Age, Lindon
Glorfindel awoke on his stomach with Thranduil draped across his back, his soft lips resting on his shoulder blade. He smiled in satisfaction as he enjoyed the warm press of his lover's body upon his own. He awkwardly turned his head, and looked at the long window high up on the wall next to the fireplace and saw Anar's bright light begin to shine through, casting a bright rectangle upon the floor. It suddenly occurred to him that there may be those looking for the Prince. He whispered, "Thranduil, wake, meleth. It is morning, someone might be looking for you."
Thranduil moaned quietly as he began to stir, his fingers drifting down the warrior's arm to his hand and interlacing in Glorfindel's own.
"Thranduil, melethron, wake…" Glorfindel tried to rise and earned a grumble from the Prince.
Thranduil shifted so that he lay completely on top of his warrior, and rolled his pelvis so that his awakening arousal slid between Glorfindel's buttocks.
Glorfindel's breath hitched as the sensation of his lover's stiffening arousal brushed between his legs, his own responding and swelling beneath his body.
"Not yet…" Thranduil grumbled. "I want to stay in bed awhile, I am weary and need some special attention." He smiled sleepily against the warrior's shoulder blade.
Glorfindel smiled and squirmed beneath him, arching his powerful back and pressing his backside against the Prince's groin. "What sort of attention would you need, my liege?"
"Well…" Thranduil purred, "A little more of that could not hurt."
Glorfindel chuckled. "This?" he undulated teasingly beneath his lover, a delicious shiver coursing through him as Thranduil responded in kind, rocking his hips forward and back.
The Prince's head shifted so that he buried his face in the warrior's hair. "Mmm, yes, that is the remedy for all that ails me, my warrior," he purred into Glorfindel's ear, his tongue darting out and teasing the curve.
Glorfindel whispered, "Do you propose to have me as I have had you, my Lord?"
Thranduil smiled and growled in his ear, "Ah, now that is a thought. I would very much like to have that privilege."
Glorfindel closed his eyes and moaned quietly as Thranduil continued to tease him to full arousal with his lips upon his ear and his arousal sliding between the cleft of his buttocks. He felt the Prince's hands grasp his own, Thranduil's fingers entwining in his and pulling his hands above his head. He arched against his lover, his body newly reawakened to pleasure after so long without it. The sensuous movement of his lover against him caused the pace of his heart to quicken and his arousal to quiver as it was crushed against the bed. Thranduil's seductive moans and sighs flooded his senses, swirling around him like mist, enveloping him like a warm blanket. "Aniron lle (I desire you)," he whispered breathlessly.
Thranduil moaned as he drew the point of his lover's ear between his lips, gently suckling it as the warrior began to writhe beneath him. "Say you will be mine, Glorfindel," he whispered.
"I am yours, melethron," Glorfindel replied.
"I have long wished for a lover like you, malthen maethor," the Prince answered. "One who knows what I want without me telling them, one who does not seek to bend to my will." His breath came heavy, as his arousal grew slick with the beginnings of his release. "I want to bury myself within you, melethron, and I want you to be buried in me."
Glorfindel moaned as he spread his legs and arched his back, offering himself to his lover. "Uma (yes)…" he whispered. "Fill me, Thranduil."
A sharp knock upon the door caused the warrior to groan in frustration. Thranduil whispered in his ear, "Ignore them, they will leave if you do not answer…"
"Glorfindel?" Erestor's voice called from the other side of the door. "Are you awake, mellonamin?"
Glorfindel replied to the Prince, "He will not leave until I answer. Let me up and I will send him away."
Thranduil pressed his lover to the bed further, increasing his motion against his lover's backside and strengthening the grip on his wrists. "If they find me here, we will have no peace. Call to him and send him away, my beauty," he whispered into the warrior's ear.
"Glorfindel? Are you all right? Are you ill?" Erestor called again.
The warrior took a deep breath and struggled to maintain the tenor of his voice as the Prince tormented him beyond reason. "Nay, Erestor, I am not ill" he answered. I am in the bath."
"Have you seen Prince Thranduil? His guard are anxiously looking for him, it appears he has gone missing again." The Counselor replied. "I have not seen the Prince, I have just risen. Perhaps he is taking a walk," Glorfindel replied.
Erestor pressed his ear to the door, his brow furrowed. He swore he heard another in there with the warrior. "Very well, I am sorry that I disturbed you on your day of rest, mellonamin. Perhaps we can lunch together later?"
Glorfindel trembled with want; Thranduil's tormenting caress was driving him mad. "Yes," he answered with a voice that was beginning to betray him. "I would like that, I will seek you out."
Erestor stepped back from the door. "Good, I will look for you in my office around midday. Again, so sorry to have disturbed you."
Glorfindel held his breath and focused his warrior's ear on the doorway, finally hearing Erestor's soft footfalls lead away from his door and down the hall. He felt one of Thranduil's hands leave his wrists and slide in between their bodies, the Prince's fingers seeking his entrance. He groaned into the pillow as his lover slid his fingers inside his trembling body and caressed the curve of his ear with his tongue.
"Mmm… well done, melethron nín," the Prince purred. "I will instruct my soldiers not to bother me when I am with my lover. I cannot tolerate distractions when I wish to focus all my attentions on you."
"Are you sure you should let others know of our relationship?" the warrior questioned in hushed tones. He shuddered as Thranduil's fingers left his body, and the Prince's hands grasped his hips, pulling him to his hands and knees. He groaned as those fingers were replaced with the Prince's slick length.
Thranduil moaned as he sheathed himself in Glorfindel's powerful body and buried himself to the hilt in his heat. He thrust in and out slowly, leisurely entering his lover as he whispered to him, "I am proud of you, Glorfindel, proud that you choose to share yourself with me, proud that you would choose me as your lover… I want the world to know of it."
Glorfindel cried out and arched against his lover as Thranduil flexed his hips and found his target. His body was flooded with sensations; his flesh tingled beneath the Prince's touch. All coherent though left his mind as Thranduil struck his mark again and again, and he felt the Prince's long fingers wrap around his arousal, stroking it in time with his thrusts as he pushed deeper inside the warrior's body. The Prince's tempo increased as he drove further in, and Glorfindel cried out as he found his release, and heard Thranduil's deep growl as he spilled himself inside his body. He held both their bodies off the bed as Thranduil collapsed upon him, the Prince's trembling hands caressing his shoulders and arms. He slowly lowered himself to the bed, rolling over underneath Thranduil's limp form and cradling him in his arms.
His mind swam as he stroked the length of silken gold in his fingers and felt the Prince's long arms hold him close. **This is not my lot in life, to be the lover of a Prince,** he thought to himself. He took a deep breath and whispered to his lover, "I am a soldier, my Lord. I perform my service on the battlefield, not in the bed. I do not believe Mandos returned me to be the lover of a Prince, no matter how wonderful and beautiful that Prince may be."
Thranduil sat up and looked at his lover. In the short time he had known him, it had not occurred to him who the warrior truly was. His hands reached out and caressed the warrior's face. **Glorfindel, Glorfindel of Gondolin…**, his mind raced as he realized who the warrior truly was for the first time. Since his earliest days he had been told stories of the Fall of Gondolin as well as tale of the fall of his own kindred's King. "How could I have not seen it?" he whispered. "Your name, the scar… how could I have overlooked who you really are?"
Glorfindel smiled sadly. "I suppose this is the end for us, is it not? To have an aberration such as myself for a lover is not fitting for one of your stature."
Thranduil sat up fully, straddling his lover's waist and taking his face in his hands. "You are not an aberration, Glorfindel; you are a blessing. How could you not see that? How could you not know what you truly are?"
Glorfindel smiled and covered Thranduil's hand with his own. "I know that I died, and that for a reason beyond my comprehension, my body was brought back to life and my spirit housed within it once again. I was sent here, to Lindon to serve the High King; I can have no other master, Thranduil, my life is pledged in service to him."
Thranduil lay back down, resting his head upon the warrior's chest, his hand coming to rest upon the scar that ran the length of the warrior's side. "I would not be your master, Glorfindel, I would only be your lover."
Glorfindel cradled his lover in his arms. "A lover that is a Prince, from a realm far from here. Ai, lirimaer, as much as I treasure holding you in my arms, I cannot hold you forever. The day is coming that you must return to your land, and I must stay here, where I have been sent."
Thranduil shook his head. "I will not go, I will not leave your side. I will remain here with you, I can fight as well as any elf here."
"But what of your subjects, my Lord?" Glorfindel asked.
Thranduil sat up, his eyes flashing with hurt. "Do not call me that. I am not your Lord. They are my father's subjects, he is King, I am not."
Glorfindel sat up as well, reaching out for his lover only to have his hand pushed away. "But should your father fall, it will be up to you to rule his kingdom or your subjects would be leaderless. We cannot change who we are, a'maelamin."
"They were leaderless before my father came to them, they survived then, the can do it again." Thranduil looked at the bed, absently picking at a loose thread.
Glorfindel sighed. "Thranduil, war is coming, you know this as I do. You cannot…"
Thranduil rose from the bed grabbing his robe and furiously pulling it around him. He turned his hurt and angry gaze upon his lover. "I am not an elfling, I do not need yet another elder telling me what my responsibilities are." His angry gaze turned Glorfindel's blood to ice. "The least you could do is be honest. So you tire of me so soon? I suppose I cannot blame you. What am I after all but a young Prince? How could one so naïve and inexperienced as I hold the interest of one such as yourself." Glorfindel began to protest but the Prince held up his hand and continued, "I will trouble you no further, Lord Glorfindel. I apologize for over staying my welcome." He quickly departed the room and left the warrior in stunned silence.
~*~*~*~
Erestor sat across the table from his friend, watching him as he absently picked at his food. He took a sip of tea and placed the goblet back down, taking a deep breath before he broke the pregnant silence. "So, how long shall we sit here before you tell me what troubles you, mellonamin?"
Glorfindel continued to stare at his plate and shove the food around with his fork. "I cannot speak of it, Erestor. Forgive me, mellon."
Erestor nodded and took another bite of squash, carefully chewing it before he questioned, "Cannot or will not?"
Glorfindel dropped his fork with a clang. "Erestor, please, I said…"
Erestor held up his hand, silencing the warrior. "Forgive me, mellonamin. It is not my intention to pry or to cause you discomfort. I am only worried about you; you seemed to be coming out of your melancholy state, and now it appears you have returned to it."
Glorfindel picked up his goblet and took a drink of cool tea. He quietly apologized to his friend as he sat the goblet down. "I am sorry, Erestor. You do not deserve my harsh tone. But, I am not at liberty to discuss the cause of my poor mood, but I can assure you, it is not you."
Erestor nodded. "I did not think it was, as I have not seen much of you as of late." He quietly continued, "If I were to guess what the cause of this latest bout of melancholy is, I would say it has something to do with Thranduil Oropherion."
Glorfindel dropped his fork once again, burying his face in his hands with his elbows propped upon the table. "Ai, Erestor, please. I said…"
This time Erestor dropped his own fork and addressed the warrior in an impatient tone. "I heard what you said, Glorfindel. However, as Chief Advisor to Lord Elrond, as well as your friend, it is my business to know what goes on in this household. I am not a fool, Glorfindel. You were not in the bath this morning when I called on you, you were still in bed and Thranduil was with you." Glorfindel looked up at his friend, guilt clearly written on his features. Erestor continued, "Relations between the High King and King Oropher are strained at best, now his son has requested admittance to the King's army and I imagine that request has something to do with you."
Glorfindel let out a deep sigh and slid back in his chair his head falling upon the back as he stared at the ceiling. "Erestor, I never…
Erestor interrupted the warrior, his tone growing ever more impatient, "What you did, Glorfindel, is take the young Prince to your bed. He has clearly fallen in love with you. What were you thinking, Glorfindel? Do you realize he has only just come into adulthood? "
Glorfindel slammed his hand upon the table, jarring the dishes and silverware. "I did not know who he was when I laid with him, Erestor! I thought he was one of the Prince's guards, I had no idea he was the Prince himself. I did not learn that until dinner just last night."
Erestor sighed and shook his head. "Ai, this is a mess, mellonamin. Oropher will be most displeased when he learns of his son's request, and the High King as decided to entertain it against my objections."
Glorfindel looked out the window and the rolling hills and mountains beyond the palace. "I do not think it will be a problem, mellon, not after this morning."
Erestor leaned forward his brows raised. "Why is that, Glorfindel?"
Glorfindel blinked slowly, swallowing the lump that threatened to form in his throat when he remembered how hurt Thranduil was when he left his quarters. "Because I said things that hurt him greatly, because I told him to go home."
Erestor folded his hands in his lap as he sat back in his chair. "And did he agree?"
Glorfindel's gaze shifted to the tabletop, his golden mane shifting as he nodded his head. "I think so, but not before I had ripped his heart out and spat upon it."
Erestor rose from his chair and walked around the table, kneeling on the floor at the warrior's feet. "I cannot believe you could ever do so unkind a thing, Glorfindel. You spoke the truth and said what needed to be said. Times are such that…"
Glorfindel shoved his chair back and rose abruptly. He focused his fierce gaze upon Erestor as the Counselor rose to his feet. "How can you be so cold? Is politics all that matters to you? I broke his heart, Erestor, and it was a heart that did not deserve to be broken. He was ever kind to me and I threw that back in his face because I was more worried about my own worth than his heart! I am loathsome, unkind, selfish, stubborn, wretched…"
Erestor grabbed the warrior by the shoulders and admonished him, "You are brave, loyal and honorable! Vent your anger upon me if it helps you, but I will not stand here and listen to you disparage yourself!"
Glorfindel shook his head and tried to pull away, but this time Erestor would not yield. He wrapped his arms firmly around the warrior and pressed his lips to Glorfindel's ear. "No, this has to stop, Glorfindel. I do not know why you punish yourself as you do, but I will not allow it to go on any further."
Glorfindel's voice cracked as he forced the Counselor away. "You do not understand! I keep hurting those who love me! All who love me come to ruin!"
He pulled away from Erestor and fled his chambers and the palace.
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