Title & Chapter Number: Fate's Mirror 19/?
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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. Erestor wakes up and thinks it's a dream, Glorfindel wakes up and shows him it isn't.
Notes: I have yet to read the Unfinished Tales or History of ME, so I know there will be inaccuracies in this - so consider this AU. Thanks to Orchyd Constyne for Quenya and Sindarin translations.
December, 1701, Second Age, Imladris
Erestor awoke on his side, as he always did, his eyes clearing as he returned from reverie. The pale dawn light caused the snow on his balcony to glisten and he stared at it languidly. Yet another morning in the Last Homely House, another day spent at loose ends trying to figure out what to do with himself as he had the day off from his duties.
His eyes widened as he felt the bed shift and heard the soft moan that came from over his shoulder. Next, he felt the warm press of Glorfindel's nude body against his back as the Vanya rolled over and slung one arm and one leg over him. A broad smile crossed his lips as he realized what he had thought was a dream was not one at all… The warrior was in his bed, and they had professed their love for one another.
Glorfindel's lips brushed the curve of his ear as the Vanya snuggled closer; causing his eyes to close briefly and a shudder of awakening desire to wrack his frame. A sigh escaped his lips as he felt Glorfindel's still slumbering arousal lay against his buttocks, and he arched gently, pressing back against it.
Glorfindel took a deep breath as he returned from reverie, and smiled. "Erestor," he whispered into the Noldo's ear. "'Tis a beautiful morning, meleth nín. I suggest we spend it in bed."
Erestor laughed softly and pulled the warrior's arm tighter around him. "I agree, a'maelamin. Beside, I do believe it is my turn to pleasure you."
Glorfindel chuckled softly and rolled his hips forward against his lover. "Mmm… that sounds like an excellent way to start the day."
Erestor turned in his arms so that he was facing his lover and caressed his face. He chuckled and replied softly, "Your hair is a mess, mir nín. You did not take your braids out before sleeping."
Glorfindel smiled and nodded. "If I recall, there was no time. Had I not entered the bed immediately you would have crawled from it and dragged me in."
Erestor nodded and whispered against Glorfindel's lips, "Aye, that I would have." He pressed a deep kiss to the Vanya's waiting lips, earning himself a deep moan from the warrior. He slowly rolled over him, coming to rest between Glorfindel's thighs as he deepened the kiss even further. He arched as Glorfindel's hands caressed his back, his fingers gently kneading his buttocks.
Glorfindel moaned as he allowed Erestor to drink his fill, opening his mouth wider and drawing him in. The Noldo's ivory skin was a soft as the petals of the orchids on his bureau and his kiss was as sweet as the confection he ate the night before. He gasped for air as Erestor released him, opening his eyes and gazing up at his lover's face. The look of pure love and bliss in Erestor's eyes caused his heart to swell and a broad smile to cross his lips. "Amin mela lle, Erestor," he whispered.
Erestor smiled gently and replied, "Amin mela lle, Glorfindel. So very much." He pressed his mouth to Glorfindel's ear, his lips and tongue skillfully working the curve and point. Glorfindel undulated and arched beneath him and he rode his lover's body, his hands seeking ways to cause him to whimper and cry out. He rolled one pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger, losing himself in Glorfindel's beautiful voice as it moaned and whispered his name.
Even after all the lovers he had taken in his long life, he still felt nervous and excited as he touched and explored Glorfindel for the first time. He felt as though this was his first time, and distractedly realized that it was in a way; it was the first time he made love with one he had given his heart to. He worked his way lower, his mouth exploring the juncture of neck and shoulder, finding a hard, amber nipple and suckling it until Glorfindel cried out in pleasure. He worked his way lower, over the rolling hills of muscle that was his abdomen, pausing to delve into his navel with his tongue, chasing it as it flinched away. He traced the line of the scar that ran the length of the warrior's side and found a delightfully ticklish spot near his armpit. He made his way lower still, brushing his lips through the fine, soft hair that grew about the Vanya's arousal, his breath fluttering along its swollen length. He heard Glorfindel's whispered pleas as the tip of his tongue traced the vein that traveled the underside of his length before exploring the velvety pouch that lie beneath it. The Vanya smelled like spice and musk, heady, decadent, and utterly addicting. He circled the small entrance to his love's body; gently caressing it with the tip of his tongue as Glorfindel spread his legs wider and arched against the bed.
"Aiya, Erestor!" Glorfindel gasped breathlessly, "You torment me so…"
"By the Valar, you are undeniably glorious, meleth nín," Erestor answered between kisses and caresses, "Your voice… your flesh… your scent… so very beautiful."
"Please, Erestor…" Glorfindel breathed.
"Iquista man?" Erestor responded.
Glorfindel's eyelids fluttered shut, Erestor's mouth tormenting him until he was on the brink of release, only to let him slide back again, his deep voice speaking the ancient tongue of their home, his bewitchingly soft hair teasing his thighs.
"Im baur lle…" he answered, his voice thick with want.
"Ve elyë méra," Erestor answered sultrily.
He took Glorfindel's length in his mouth, sliding his lips along the swollen length, swirling his tongue along the heated shaft. He drew him in deeper each time, sucking, caressing, swallowing.
Glorfindel uttered a low growl as his release built, and as he found his climax, he arched against he bed and cried out his lover's name, spilling his essence down Erestor's throat. He collapsed back upon the bed, his alabaster skin glistening with sweat, his chest heaving with each breath, and a look of bliss upon his face.
Erestor licked his lover clean, caressing his trembling thighs with his hands before playfully nipping at his hip.
Glorfindel flinched and squirmed, and Erestor smiled, it seemed he had found yet another ticklish spot on his lover's beautiful body. He smiled broadly as he heard the Vanya snort and chuckle; his fingertips teasing the juncture of his thigh and hip as he leaned over his lover.
"Ticklish are we?" he asked teasingly.
"Ai!" Glorfindel barked as he tried to bat the Noldo's hands away. "Yes, by the Valar, yes! Stop!" He gasped and broke into peals of laughter as Erestor playfully tormented him.
"Mmm… where else are we ticklish?" Erestor purred; the sight of his lover undone and helpless under his assault was arousing beyond measure. "Oh Gods, Glorfindel," he crooned. "You are utterly irresistible. So very tempting…"
Glorfindel caught his wrists and rolled over his lover, pinning him to the mattress as he settled in between Erestor's thighs. "You are wicked, Counselor. Wicked beyond hope of repenting," he teased.
Erestor shifted beneath him and purred, "If desiring you is something I must atone for, then I am afraid the darkest recesses of Mandos' Halls await me. For I will never regret, apologize, or stop wanting you, my beauty."
Glorfindel smiled gently and dipped his mouth to Erestor's and whispered against his lips, "Nor will I, ervainen vorn, nor will I." He pressed a deep kiss to Erestor's waiting lips, then pulled back and nuzzled his ear. "We yet have time to bathe before breakfast arrives," he whispered into the Noldo's ear.
"Arrives?" Erestor whispered in return, "I did not order breakfast to be sent to my chamber…"
"No," Glorfindel purred, "But I did."
Erestor pulled back and smiled in surprise. "Well, we were confident in ourselves were we not?"
Glorfindel smiled broadly and chuckled. "Confident? No. Hopeful? Yes."
Erestor caressed the warrior's face and smiled. "Always the humble one, maethoren vain."
Glorfindel nuzzled Erestor's neck. "How could one be anything but humble when faced with one so desirable and wise?" He sat up and pulled his lover up by the arms. "Come, my wise advisor, into the bath we go."
The two lovers rose from the bed and prepared a bath before breakfast arrived.
~*~*~*~
Gildor mounted his horse and nodded to Melpomaen who held two letters in his hand, one to Erestor and one to Glorfindel.
The young secretary looked up at the Noldo and asked, "Are you sure I should not rouse them, my Lord? They will be sorry they did not get to say farewell to you."
Gildor smiled knowingly and shook his head. "Nay, mellonamin. Let them sleep, I will return in time. Just give them the letters if you would."
Melpomaen bowed his head and covered his hand with his heart. "Namarie, my Lord. May the Valar grant you a safe and swift journey."
Gildor bowed his head in turn and then turned to his companions, raising his hand and signalling to them to depart.
As the group passed through the gate and out of the courtyard, they broke in to a gallop, their horses carrying them swiftly over the fields of Imladris.
~*~*~*~
Melpomaen arrived at Glorfindel's door, and heard nothing but silence from inside. He bent down and slid the folded parchment under the door then walked the few steps to Erestor's door. Once there, he heard the sound of voices, then laughter and splashing water. He furrowed his brow as he bent down to slide the envelope under the door; his eyes widened as the next sound greeted his ears, causing him to cover his mouth with his hand as he suppressed a gasp. He then stood quickly and made his way down the hall, as swiftly and quietly as possible.
~*~*~*~
Elrond came down the long hallway in long strides, his robes flowing out behind him. As he pushed the door open to the Hall of Fire, he found the Lord Celeborn standing in front of the hearth in travel stained clothing. He had not seen the Sindar Lord since he had fled Eregion with Gildor and the host of Gil-galad.
He bowed his head and covered his heart as he addressed the noble lord. "My Lord," he said softly. "Welcome to Imladris."
Celeborn turned and smiled, inclining his head and replying, "Many thanks, Lord Elrond, for your hospitality on so short a notice. Your staff has already begun to see to lodgings for my companions and myself."
Elrond nodded. "'Tis an honor to have you with us, my Lord. What brings you from Lindon?"
Celeborn turned and looked out the window as he answered, "I hope to find news of my wife, I have not seen her since she entered Moria Gate with our daughter, Celebrían."
Elrond walked toward the Sinda and answered softly. "Nor have we seen her here, my Lord. I am sure she is safe. Perhaps she took refuge in Loríen with Lord Amroth?"
Celeborn nodded. "'Tis my hope, now that I see she is not here. If ill had befallen her, I believe I would sense it." He turned and looked at Elrond. "However, that is not the only reason I sought you out, Elrond." He took a deep breath and continued, "The Dark Lord was beaten back, but not vanquished. His heart is now filled ever more with thoughts of revenge upon elves and men. He gathers his dark forces behind the mountains in the east. The ground will quake and the earth will belch forth fire and black smoke again. He is hard at work, always planning, always bent on destruction. He but licks his wounds now, in time he will grow strong again."
Elrond felt his skin grow cold and his mouth go dry as he listened to Celeborn's words. He had known the day would come when they would have to face Sauron again, and while it was not upon them just yet, he could feel it looming in the future, just as Celeborn did.
"Aye, my Lord," he answered softly, "I know of what you speak, I feel it as you do."
Celeborn smiled and placed a hand upon Elrond's shoulder. "We yet have time, mellonamin, time to regroup and to plan, time to rebuild our armies and prepare for war. However, this time the war must be taken to him, we must bring the battle to Morannon."
Elrond felt the heat and color fade from his face as he pondered Celeborn's words, and he nodded in agreement. He knew the elf lord was correct. "To amass such an army will take hundreds of years, my Lord, time untold."
Celeborn nodded. "We must start afresh, Elrond, and we must strengthen our alliances with the Númenor."
Elrond answered, "Yes, I agree." He motioned to Celeborn to follow him. "Come, let us get you something to eat and warm, clean clothing. Then you and I will sit down and discuss how best to proceed."
Celeborn nodded and followed Elrond to his guest chamber.
~*~*~*~
Erestor and Glorfindel emerged from the bath, and the Noldo tumbled upon the bed as Glorfindel retrieved a tray with steaming breads and fresh fruit that the kitchen staff had left for breakfast.
Erestor chuckled and suddenly realized he had not laughed so much or so hard in over an age. "Ai, a'maelamin. The chambermaid will throw a fit when she sees the mess we made in there."
Glorfindel chuckled and replied, "'Tis only water on a tile floor. How bad can that be?"
Erestor laughed and stretched. "Water, suds, oils, bath salts, flowers… You are a bad influence, Glorfindel."
Glorfindel laughed heartily. "Well, a good water fight in the bath is a refreshing thing now and again. Did you not do so with your kin when you were young?"
Erestor rolled to his side, propping up on one elbow, opening his mouth as Glorfindel placed a bite of fresh baked cranberry bread in it. He chewed contentedly and tried not to smile as he swallowed. "Of course I did," he replied. "But it has been long since I was an elfling, and those water fights never ended so deliciously."
Glorfindel popped a slice of apple in his mouth, smiling as Erestor's fingers caught a drop of juice from the corner of his lips. He swallowed and answered, "Nay, `tis not true, meleth. There is a little elfling in all of us, we just have to remember it is there."
Erestor pressed a kiss to the Vanya's waiting lips. He withdrew and smiled at him as he answered quietly, "You make me happy, Glorfindel. I do not remember the last time I smiled so much or laughed so often. I am thankful for you."
Glorfindel tucked a damp strand of hair behind Erestor's elegant ear. "As I am thankful for you, meleth nín. I hope to make you happy all the days of your long life."
Erestor fed the warrior a bite of blueberry muffin. "You will, a'maelamin, you will," he answered.
~*~*~*~
Iquista man? = Please, what? (Quenya)
Im baur lle = I need you (Sindarin)
Ve elyë méra = As you wish (Quenya)
Ervainen vorn = my dark beautiful one
Maethoren vain = my beautiful warrior~*~*~*~
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