Title & Chapter Number: Fate's Mirror 36/?
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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. Bonds are formed and lives begun.
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.
Spring, Year 2, Third Age, Greenwood the Great
Thranduil sat upon a fallen tree, his eyes drifting skyward as the clouds passed overhead. Spring winds carried the scent of snow from the mountains and he could hear the forest coming to life around him. He had always felt a close connection to the wood, felt the ebb and flow of its rhythm, and he took strength in its ability to renew itself. The War of the Last Alliance and his father’s death seemed like they had happened only a few days ago, and even though he was far from the plain of Dagorlad and the black lands, the memory of them was burned into his mind. It felt so strange to be sitting in his homeland, wearing his father’s crown and carrying his staff; it felt so strange to be King here in the great wood.
Nessa had tried to speak to him of his father’s death, but he couldn’t bring himself to talk about it. She implored him to send for Gildor, but he would not hear of it, and it was with great reluctance that she abandoned the topic. She was with him always now, at his side whenever he needed her or called. She was the only one he really trusted aside from his comrades in arms and he found the business of learning to be King difficult. He missed the days spent patrolling and guarding his homeland, those days were now spent reading missives and communication from neighboring clans of men and the occasional message from Lórien.
The bright laughter of elflings caught his attention and he looked down to the meadow where they were playing. Nessa laughed with them as she chased them around, blindfolded, squawking as she tripped upon a rock. Thranduil took to his feet and ran down the hill, gently moving the little ones aside as he helped her up.
"Are you well, elleth?" he asked quietly as he brushed the grass from her arms.
She laughed softly and replied, "Of course, my Lord. ‘Tis not the first fall I have taken chasing these naughty little ones around."
"We are sorry, my Lord," one of the elflings said quietly. "We did not mean for Nessa to fall."
Thranduil smiled and patted the little one on the head. "No worries, aewithen." He helped Nessa to her feet and smiled. "I would hate for you to get injured playing these games, Nessa. Who would take care of me if anything were to happen to you?"
Nessa blushed and laughed softly. "You are quite capable of taking care of yourself, my Lord, and you know it."
Thranduil chuckled and nodded. "Yes, but you have spoiled me, elleth." His expression grew serious. "And in return I have demanded all your time. I have been selfish, Nessa," he said softly.
Nessa took him by the arm and shook her head, "No, my Lord. Do not say such a thing. You have cared for me; you gave me a family and a purpose when I had none. I adore caring for you, my Lord."
He caressed her cheek and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Go on now, back to your games. The little ones grow impatient and I have business to attend to." He motioned over his shoulder at one of his advisors waiting nearby.
She smiled sweetly and curtsied. "Yes, my Lord. I will see you at the evening meal." She gathered up the elflings and ushered them out of the meadow.
Ellegon approached his new Lord and cleared his throat. Thranduil turned to greet him with a less than enthusiastic look upon his face. "My Lord," he began quietly. "It is not proper for a King to be caring for a wayward elf maid."
Thranduil narrowed his eyes; the constant haranguing of his relationship with Nessa was beginning to grate on him severely. "Lest you forget, it was my father who brought Nessa into our fold; I honor his memory by caring for her. At any rate, whom I spend my time with and what I do with it is none of your concern, Ellegon. As long as the realm is attended you need not concern yourself with such things."
"But the realm is not attended, my Lord. You must marry and provide an heir, it is our way," the Counselor answered quietly. He put his hands up and continued, "Your people must know that there will be someone to rule should you fall, they need that security."
Thranduil looked at his advisor and answered quietly, "I know this, Ellegon. I admire and appreciate your dedication to your office. But I will ask you not to meddle in the affairs of my heart."
"Yes, my Lord," Ellegon answered. "Forgive my impertinence." He bowed low as he took his leave of the King.
Thranduil sighed and looked skyward before returning to his talan.
~*~*~*~
Spring, Year 2, Third Age, Last Homely House, Imladris
Elrond stood before his honored guests, holding his beloved’s hand in his own. They smiled brightly as the Elves of Imladris cheered their Lord’s bonding and tossed petals into the air. Celebrían was resplendent in her robes of white, her golden hair cascading down her back in waves. Galadriel beamed with happiness now that her only child had all that she desired. Celeborn stood beside her, holding her hand and smiled broadly as Celebrían blew a kiss to him. Their daughter had grown and was embarking on a life of her own. Music drifted up from the lawn as the guests and the newly bonded couple made their way down to the celebration.
Erestor and Glorfindel walked behind the newly wed Lord and Lady of Imladris hand in hand. Warm smiles upon their faces as the party began.
"I wish Gildor could have been here," Glorfindel said quietly.
"Aye," Erestor answered. "He could not be found. He wanders Middle Earth now, seeking to bury his pain with duty, passing his days here until his time comes to sail west."
"What will become of Lindon, now that the King has passed?" Glorfindel asked his beloved.
Erestor sighed and shook his head. "I know not. I have heard many elves of the realm have sailed west already. Círdan says his harbor swells with their ranks and many ships depart each day."
"So it will be deserted then, our old home," Glorfindel answered.
Erestor nodded and answered, "It appears so, seron vell. The leadership of the Noldor has fallen to Elrond and Imladris will be the center of our nation."
Glorfindel squeezed his love’s hand tight and smiled. "Come, melethen, let us join in revelry, as a new age has begun and our Lord has taken a wife."
Erestor smiled and nodded. "Dance with me, Glorfindel. Dance with me beneath the trees of our homeland."
~*~*~*~
Spring, Year 2, Third Age, Greenwood the Great
Thranduil watched Nessa carefully fold his robes and hang them up. He sat cross-legged upon the edge of his bed, donned in leggings and a thin shirt. She turned and began carefully removing his crown and he looked up into her sapphire eyes that always twinkled with mirth. She placed the crown upon the table next to his bed and removed his braids, combing through his locks with her fingers. He caught her wrists, brought her delicate hands to his lips, and pressed a soft kiss to them before releasing them and patting the bed beside him.
"Sit with me awhile, Nessa," he said softly.
She smiled and placed the ribbons that had been in his hair on the table next to his crown and sat down beside him. She looked into his eyes expectantly and furrowed her brow as he took her hands in his own again.
"Is something the matter, Thranduil?" she asked softly. "You seem… preoccupied."
"I am to take a wife, Nessa," he answered quietly.
Her eyes widened in surprise and she replied, "But you love another, you love…"
He placed his fingers upon her lips and silenced her. "Do not speak his name again, Nessa. I forbid it."
She nodded mutely as he pulled his hand away. He continued, "I must take a wife and provide my realm with an heir, ‘tis my duty." He looked into her eyes and said softly, "I would that wife be you, Nessa. You are the only one I trust, the only one I have left that I love."
Nessa gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. She shook her head vigorously and stammered, "No! No, you do not mean that. Surely, you cannot mean that! How could you do this to him? How could you forsake…"
"Nessa!" Thranduil barked. "I have warned you not to speak of him, ever!" A tear traced down her cheek and she nodded. "Would you have me share my life and my bed with one I do not care for, with one I do not trust?"
"No," she whispered. "I would have things as they were."
"They can never be that way again, elleth," he continued softly. He sighed and looked away. "I have been selfish, I am selfish, asking you to bond with me and forsake any chance of your own happiness. I am sorry, please forgive me."
She took his face in her hands and turned him to face her. "Melin chen, Thranduil. You are dearest in my heart; I hold none before you. I will be your wife, if you think me worthy."
He reached out, pulling her into his arms, and holding her close. "Melin chen, Nessa. Hannon le."
"Oh, my sweet Thranduil," she whispered into his ear. "Is there enough love in all the world to mend so broken a heart?"
"You can mend it, Nessa," he replied quietly. "I know you can."
"I hope you are right, for it will surely kill me to see you go on this way."
He lay back upon the bed, pulling her with him. "Stay with me this night, meleth. I do not wish to sleep alone."
"I will," she answered. "Now close your eyes. I will stay with you, I will keep the nightmares away."
She pressed a soft kiss to his lips as he sighed and fell asleep.
~*~*~*~
Elrond gazed into his wife’s eyes as they knelt upon the bed, facing one another. Celebrían’s hair cascaded over her shoulders, shrouding her form in living, golden silk. Elrond’s raven hair fell straight down his back, his lean, muscular body exposed to her eyes, his arousal standing against his thigh. He breathed deeply, letting his beloved drink her fill with her eyes, and he gasped quietly as she reached out and trailed her fingers through the dark dusting of hair upon his chest.
"You are beautiful, melethen," she whispered. "the best of both races, Eldar and Dúnedain."
He turned his darkening eyes up to her own and whispered, "I long to be sheathed inside you, to bring our bodies together as our hearts and souls have already been joined." He watched her eyelids flutter and her lips part as she sighed, and he reached out, brushing her golden hair behind her shoulder and exposing one perfect breast.
"Melethen," she whispered. "Come to me, make me your own."
He reached out for her with his hands and his mouth, pressing her back to the bed as he pressed a passionate kiss to her waiting lips. "Melin le, pen-vain," he whispered against her mouth.
"Melin le, seron vell," she replied, as she wrapped her long legs around him.
~*~*~*~
Thranduil’s hands trembled as he slid the straps of Nessa’s gown from her shoulders. He leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "Melin le, Nessa."
She sighed as she felt his strong hands roam her virgin flesh, his lips ghost over the curve of her ear. She could not deny that she had long wished for this, that she had long dreamed of her beautiful Prince loving her. While she knew Thranduil would love her as long as she lived, she knew who truly held his heart. She pushed the thought aside as his lips moved to her neck and her fingers explored the rolling muscles of his chest, grazing the mithril ring that still adorned his chest. She had begged him not to remove it, and he had complied reluctantly. She heard the impassioned hiss that escaped his lips as she teased the long ignored flesh and she gasped as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.
Thranduil covered her lithe body with his own, claiming her mouth with a deep kiss, groaning as her fingers raked down his back. His heavy length slid between her legs, her honeyed essence coating his heated flesh. "I will be careful, melethen," he whispered.
"I know you will, " she replied. "I trust you, Thranduil."
He slid inside her slowly, taking great care to allow her time to adjust to him. A long moan escaped him as he was finally sheathed inside her, her own soft moans echoed in his ears. He became lost in her sweet voice, in her loving caress as he thrust inside her, his release building, her own following and given voice with whimpering cries.
He groaned into her ear and whispered her name as he found his climax, spilling himself deep inside her as her body tightened around him. He breathed her name as a tear fell from his eye and she held him close.
"Melin le, Thranduil Oropherion," she whispered. "I will love you always."
She wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding her close to him and praying her love would be enough.
~*~*~*~
Elleth = maid
Aewithen = little bird
Seron vell = dear lover
Melethen = my love
Melin chen = I love you
Hannon le = thank thee
Meleth = love
Melin le = I love thee
Pen-vain = beautiful one
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