Title & Chapter Number: Fate's Mirror 28/?
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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. Elves and men prepare for war with Sauron, Glorfindel and Erestor spend a special evening together.
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, as well as a few borrowed names. I have no clue what happens during a bonding ceremony, so this is off the top of my head, I'm sure it's not correct.
March 3430, Second Age, Last Homely House, Imladris
"Our guests are arriving, your highness," Erestor informed Gil-galad. "Elendil and Isildur have arrived, and have been shown to their quarters so they may bathe before dinner. His host is encamped in the fields outside the walls."
Elrond sat behind his large desk, staring out the window, Gil-galad sat in a large overstuffed chair by the fireplace. "And are our own troops ready, Erestor?" Elrond asked quietly.
Erestor nodded. "Aye, my Lord. Glorfindel assures me that the host of Elrond is well prepared for battle."
Gil-galad looked out the window and answered quietly, "I had hoped to never hear those words again."
Elrond nodded in agreement. "Nor had I, my Lord." Elrond turned to look at Erestor and smiled gently. "Hannon chen, Erestor. Go and spend what time you may in peace."
Erestor bowed his head and covered his heart before turning and departing Elrond's study.
The Lord of Imladris turned to his King and spoke quietly, "Anárion awaits us in Gondor. Gildor remains in Greenwood, he will travel south with the hosts of Oropher and Amdír and meet us at the southern tip of the Hithaeglir, near the Fords of Isen. The smiths have worked day and night, forging armor and weapons. The day approaches, but will all we have be enough to vanquish the Dark Lord?"
Gil-galad shook his head slowly. "I know not, meldir. But if we do nothing, the day will come when we can no longer fend off his attacks, and we will either have to relinquish this world to him, or die."
Elrond set his jaw and answered, "I will not give up my home to him. He must pay for what he has done to my people and those of my brother."
Gil-galad nodded and smiled wryly. "He will pay, mellonen. He will pay dearly."
The two leaders turned and looked out the window again.
~*~*~*~
The eerie quiet that had befallen the normally bustling community of Imladris unnerved Erestor. It reminded him too much of Lindon before the ill fated battle at Ost-in-Edhil. Even the elflings and children seemed to sense it, as their play was almost sedate.
He walked down the long corridor toward his office; he wanted to check on some details one last time before retiring for the night. The day would begin early with a final check on the stores required for the long journey to Mordor, followed by a long tactics meeting in the afternoon that would most likely last well into the evening. He made no sound as he traversed the corridors, the elves that he passed were also quiet, moving here and there, going about their business with a feeling of dread hanging over them.
He opened the door to his office to find Melpomaen still working. He smiled at the diligent young elf and quietly addressed him, "Melpomaen, you are still here."
Melpomaen looked up and smiled, "Aye, my Lord. There were a few more details I wanted to finish before we depart."
Erestor shook his head slowly. "You will not be coming with us, Melpomaen. Master Elrond had no need of secretaries upon the battle field." Melpomaen furrowed his brow, his master's voice stung as if he had been slapped in the face. Erestor smiled gently and pulled a chair up next to his faithful assistant. "Mellon, my words are not meant to hurt you. What we go to face is not for those who have not known war. You are a secretary, Melpomaen, and a fine one at that, but you are not a soldier. You must stay here; Imladris will still need someone assuring things run smoothly while we are away. The Lady Galadriel and the Lady Celebrían will also need someone to look after them, yes?"
Melpomaen nodded and answered quietly, "I suppose so. But I do not want to stay behind with the females and elflings while my friends fight to defend us."
"Melpomaen," Erestor continued, "Someone must do my duties while I am gone. Someone must see to the day to day operations of a realm like Imladris. Humans and elves will still need to be fed, crops tended to, lessons taught to the young ones. Who will assure this is done if not you?"
Melpomaen nodded. "Yes, my Lord," he answered softly. "I understand." He took a deep breath and sat tall in his chair looking up at his master. "I have made a final pass over the equipment rosters, all is in order. Lord Glorfindel is leaving behind a small number of border guard to provide protection while the main host is away. All is ready for your departure in the morning."
Erestor nodded and patted the younger elf upon the shoulder. "Hannon chen, Melpomaen. I knew I could count on you to see this done."
Melpomaen smiled shyly and looked at the floor. "Nach maetolo, my Lord. Now, go, Lord Erestor, your last night here should be spent with your loved one, not me."
Erestor chuckled and rose from his chair. "I will heed your advice, Melpomaen. Do not stay too long, Ariel awaits you I am sure."
Melpomaen smiled and nodded. "Yes, my Lord," he replied quietly.
Erestor left his faithful secretary in his office and made for his quarters.
~*~*~*~
Glorfindel stood back and looked around the room. The chambermaid had nearly throttled him when he made his last minute request, and the chefs thought he had lost his wits, but all had come together in the short time he had given them. Their chamber was transformed into a romantic oasis, the bed and windows draped in midnight silk, fresh flowers filling the air with the scent of lavender and orchids, and candles casting a warm glow upon the walls. A fire burned in the hearth, and their small table was set with the finest china and crystal. A bottle of Erestor's favorite wine was breathing in his favorite crystal decanter that the Mírdain gave him. The bath was prepared, candles were set around the deep iron tub, and Erestor's favorite sandalwood and ginger bath salts were nearby. All Glorfindel had to do was pump in the warm water to fill the tub.
The chambermaids and cooks prepared their bedroom per his instructions while they had been closeted away discussing preparations for the march upon Mordor. As Glorfindel had expected would happen, Elrond had asked Erestor to remain behind after the meeting had adjourned in order to discuss some business with him. That gave the Elda time to hurry back to their quarters and change before his lover arrived.
He stood and looked at himself in the mirror, he was wearing Erestor's favorite, a pale blue sleeping robe that the Noldo had made for him back in Lindon. The robe was made of fine silk, and its thin fabric clung to his frame as a second skin. It lay open at the neck, nearly to his navel, and was tied shut by a thin silver cord. His hair was loose, flowing freely down his back and around his shoulders. Other than the robe that graced his body, he was naked, no undergarments, no shoes or adornments of any kind. Countless times his lover had told him how beautiful he was this way. He closed his eyes and smiled, thinking of the long years that he and Erestor had been lovers. Surprisingly enough, the staid advisor made him happy. He was content to while away the hours with his head in his lover's lap as Erestor read poetry to him, or laying on the divan on the terrace, holding his lover in his arms as they listened to the minstrels play well into the night. He no longer sought the public dining halls and long nights spent carousing with the Mírdain, he craved the comforting solitude of the chambers he shared with Erestor. He did have to admit, Erestor had made some efforts to be more lighthearted and casual; and the Counselor had a wicked sense of humor.
He heard his lover's footfalls outside the door of their chamber and he turned around to face the door, a gentle smile curving his lips. He crossed the room and quickly plucked up two crystal goblets and filled them with wine, greeting his lover as he crossed the threshold.
Erestor was tired beyond comprehension after the grueling tactics and strategy session; the walk to his chambers seemed longer than usual. He opened the door and stepped inside, only to have his breath stolen when his eyes took in their bedchamber. "Glorfindel…" he whispered softly.
Glorfindel smiled and approached him, handing him a glass of wine. "Good evening, ervainen vorn," he said quietly.
Erestor accepted the offered glass of wine in a state of pleasant shock. A broad smile began to cross his lips as he took in the form of his lover. "Oh, I do so love you in that robe," he answered quietly. He reached out and ran his hand over his lover's finely sculpted chest. He whispered, "You could be confused with a Vala, Glorfindel, I swear it."
Glorfindel laughed softly and ran his hand around the back of Erestor's neck, drawing his mouth to his own. "Hannon le, melethen," he whispered huskily, his lips caressing Erestor's. He pressed a deep and heated kiss to the Noldo's lips before continuing, "Come, I have a light meal prepared. It has been hours since you have eaten." He took his lover by the hand and led him to the table.
Erestor sat in the overstuffed chair, smiling as Glorfindel unfolded his napkin and placed it in his lap. He sipped his wine and felt all the tension melt away as he perused the delicacies on the table before him. There was a three-tiered serving dish in the center of the table, with various fruits and cheeses on it. Alongside, there was a platter with sliced breads and another with various sweets, including some of the chef's famous fudge. He plucked a ripe berry from the plate and watched his love circle the table to sit on the other side.
The thin blue robe clung to Glorfindel's every curve, accentuating his strong back and ample buttocks. The mere sight of it caused Erestor's desire to awaken, he never tired of looking at his lover. The Elda's mane cascaded down his back like a fall of pure gold, shimmering in the firelight. Glorfindel was indeed the most beautiful elf he had ever known.
"What have I done to deserve so rich a greeting?" Erestor asked coyly.
Glorfindel smiled as he set his goblet upon the table. "Just being who you are is enough to earn such a reward, melethen." Erestor chuckled and popped another berry in his mouth. Glorfindel continued, "I wanted our last night at home to be a special one, meleth. I hope you are pleased."
Erestor swallowed and answered, "Aye, that I am, quite pleased. Just having you greet me in that robe would have been enough, melethron, but the rest is quite special."
Glorfindel smiled wickedly and sat back in his chair, crossing his legs as his robe fell open, exposing one long, powerful thigh. He brushed his hair off his shoulder, exposing his chest to his lover's gaze. He slowly traced the neckline of the gown, smiling seductively at his lover as he answered, "I intend to make this a special evening, pen-velui."
Erestor smiled wickedly and replied, "I can hardly wait to find out what you have in store for me, maethoren vain."
Glorfindel smiled and nodded. "I can sleep on horseback, can you?"
Erestor chuckled and nodded. "I have the feeling I will learn, and quickly."
The lovers finished their wine and the delicacies on the table. Glorfindel rose, clearing the dishes, placing them on a cart, and wheeling them into the corridor. He then re-entered the room to find his lover running his hand over the silken bed linens. He stepped in front of Erestor, raising his hands and slowly removing his lover's braids.
Erestor sighed as Glorfindel ran his hands through his unbound locks, his strong fingers massaging his scalp as he did so. "That feels so good, meleth," he whispered, a deep sigh escaping him as he gave himself over to Glorfindel's touch.
"I have always loved the feel of your hair in my hands, seron vell," Glorfindel replied. "I love the weight of it and its soft texture." He pressed a soft kiss to Erestor's forehead. "It is nearly as intoxicating as your ivory skin."
Erestor smiled as Glorfindel's lips caressed his forehead, then his brow, before moving across his eyelids and cheekbones then traveling lower to trace his jaw line, before finally coming to rest upon his mouth. He moaned softly as Glorfindel nudged his lips apart and gently pressed his warm tongue into his mouth. His hands came to rest upon the Elda's hips and he pulled him closer, sliding his hands over the warrior's firm backside. The kiss seemed to last forever, his lover's tongue sweeping across his mouth, tasting of him, entwining with his own. Glorfindel tasted of a unique mixture of the rich wine and his own heady flavor, and it was addicting. Erestor's arousal pressed into the Elda's hip and he slowly leaned forward, seeking more contact with his lover.
Glorfindel eagerly claimed what Erestor so freely gave, drinking in his lover's sweet taste, plundering the depths of his mouth until he could no longer breathe. He pulled back from Erestor's lips and began opening the clasps that held his robe closed. The heavy velvet fell from Erestor's shoulders, pooling on the floor around his ankles. Glorfindel's fingers hooked inside the straps of his lover's loincloth sliding it teasingly off the Noldo's hips. He heard the quiet sound of the silken fabric landing on the floor and smiled as Erestor stepped free of it.
Glorfindel groaned as Erestor's hands slid inside his robes, his lover's fingers digging into his back as he was pulled forward and his robe fell from his body. They impacted the bed and Erestor immediately wrapped one leg around him, sliding the inside of his thigh against his hip. The Elda rolled his hips forward, thrusting their heated lengths against one another, earning a needful moan from his lover.
Erestor began sliding backwards across the bed with Glorfindel crawling with him. His hands slid beneath the pillows to grasp the iron headboard when he felt the back of his hand brush against something small and hard. He reached for it, fondling the object in his fingers as Glorfindel assaulted his neck and chest with his mouth. It was very small, round, no, two round objects tied together with what felt like ribbon, two round… His eyes flew open and he gasped. He felt his lover smile against his neck and he whispered, "Glorfindel…"
Glorfindel answered, "All that I am is yours, melethen."
"As I belong to you, seron vell," Erestor answered, his voice trembling with emotion. He drew his hand from beneath the pillow and held up two intricately carved mithril bands, tied together with a strip of midnight blue ribbon. "Oh Gods, Glorfindel," he whispered, tears pricking at the backs of his eyes.
Glorfindel held his lover's flushed face in his hands, gazing into his shining eyes. "Bond with me, Erestor, be mine onto the ending of the world."
Erestor smiled broadly and nodded. "I will, nauren." He took Glorfindel's face in his hands and pressed a soft, deep kiss to his lips.
Glorfindel sat up, straddling Erestor's waist and taking the rings from him, untying the ribbon and tossing it over his shoulder. "I wanted to do this right, but we ran out of time," he said softly. "Araval worked nearly night and day to finish them before time came to depart. I wanted to give yours to you in a bonding ceremony before our friends, but they were not finished until this morning."
He handed the ring intended for himself to Erestor and took his lover's hand. "I pledge myself to you, Erestor, as your bonded partner in life and death. I will take no other to my heart or my bed onto the ending of the world." He slipped the ring upon Erestor's finger and brought his hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss upon it.
Erestor felt the tears fall from his eyes as he took Glorfindel's hand. "I pledge myself to you, Glorfindel, as your bonded partner in life and death. I will take no other to my heart or my bed onto the ending of the world." He placed the ring upon Glorfindel's finger and brought the warrior's hand to his lips.
He sighed as Glorfindel covered his body with his own and whispered in his ear, "Melin le, Glorfindel."
Glorfindel smiled against his ear and answered, "Melin le, Erestor."
Erestor brought the warrior's lips to his own once again before melting into his lover's touch and giving himself to him, mind, body, and soul.
~*~*~*~
Hannon chen = Thank you
Meldir = Friend
Mellonen = My Friend
Mellon = Friend
Nach maetolo = You are welcome
Ervainen vorn = My dark beautiful one
Hannon le = Thank thee
Melethen = My love
Meleth = Love
Melethron = My Lover (male)
Pen-velui = Lovely one
Maethoren vain = Golden warrior
Seron vell = Dear lover
Nauren = My flame
Melin le = I love thee~*~*~*~
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