Title & Chapter Number: Journey From Darkness 10/10
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Tortured Scribes
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All things Tolkien belong to his estate; I only borrow them on occasion and always return them in good working order. I write fan fiction solely for my own enjoyment and do not claim any copyright or ownership of his works nor do I have intent to make financial gain. All original concepts and characters are from my own twisted plot bunnies and remain my property.
Warnings: None
Betas: Jay Foppins, Hedda, and Robin
Cast: Tolkien's Elves, Glorfindel and Original Elven Characters
Timeline: AU; Pre-Lord of the Rings - The year 3320 of the Second Age
Spoilers: Some for `The Silmarillion' and other Tolkien works.
Summary: One group of the Moriquendi is on the verge of extinction. One lone girl makes a desperate journey to seek help from the Eldar of Imladris.
Notes: Please note that I am changing canon somewhat for the purposes of this story. There is much debate to whether Glorfindel of Gondolin and Glorfindel of Rivendell were one and the same. It seems that Tolkien left notes that they indeed were, so I will bow to the master's wishes and write my tale with that belief firmly in place. The Elvish is a mix of Quenya (High or Court Elvish) and Sindarin (Common Elvish). They are marked with an asterisk (*) and their definitions can be found at the bottom of each chapter.
Chapter Ten: Desire
Six Months Later
Glorfindel was nervous. He kept fidgeting with the hem of his tunic. He was dressed in a white tunic embroidered with tiny, golden celandines. Amber leggings encased his legs and a short amber cape hung from his shoulders, attached by two tiny celandine shaped broaches.
"Glorfindel, will you stop that," Erestor voice was filled with mirth. "You are going to ruin that lovely tunic with your impatient fingers."
Glorfindel dropped the hem and started to lift his fingers to his hair. Erestor promptly smacked his hand back down, and the agitated Elf went back to picking at his tunic. He shuffled his feet, and his amber brown suede boots made just the whisper of sound on the flagstones.
"I cannot do this," Glorfindel said in a whispered exhalation of breath. He sent Erestor a panicked look.
Erestor sighed in exasperation. "Are you quite finished? You will do this because it is the best thing for both of you. You are just getting cold feet; it will pass."
Glorfindel snorted. "How would you know?"
Erestor sent Glorfindel a dirty look, and then his expression changed to one of awe. "Sweet Elbereth! If you do not desire to do this, then I will gladly take your place!"
Glorfindel turned and looked back across the throne room. His face took on a dreamy expression as the crowd parted to reveal Faile on Gil-galad's arm. He could not find the words to describe how she looked to him. All his doubts fled and he could do nothing more, but gape like a fool.
Gil-galad tightened his grip on the hand Faile had resting on his arm. He thought for one brief moment that she was going to bolt. He looked down on her and a spark of regret mixed with jealousy streaked through him. He quickly pushed it away. She was wearing a white gown of watered silk that was embroidered to match Glorfindel's tunic. The front of the gown split to reveal an under tunic of golden amber. Her hair was twisted up into a coronet, and she looked more delicate than the golden flowers that wreathed her head. He was still in awe of her inner strength. She had survived an arrow wound that would have killed most Elves.
Faile didn't know whether to run or vomit. She was about to exchange vows with Glorfindel that would commit them to each other for eternity. He looked so confident as he stood upon the low dais with Erestor by his side. She felt like the child that he had insisted she was for so long.
They reached the dais, and Gil-galad removed Faile's icy hand and placed it in Glorfindel's. He stepped back, but remained at Faile's side.
Faile looked up at Glorfindel with wide eyes. Her heart was beating so hard and fast that she swore it was going to burst from her chest. She couldn't stop the tremor of fear that coursed through her.
Glorfindel reached down and grabbed Faile's other hand. They were both like ice. He enclosed them in his own and smiled down at her. He could read the fear and uncertainty in her gaze; it was one of the qualities that he found the most endearing about her. Her emotions were always laid bare for him to see.
A hush fell across the crowd as they watched the couple on the dais. Elven marriages weren't normally celebrated with pomp and ritual, but Gil-galad had insisted that Faile and Glorfindel would have such a ceremony. The only words that would be exchanged were between the couple and from their hearts. No two ceremonies were ever alike.
"Pen'tithen*," Glorfindel whispered the term of endearment like a caress. "Are you ready?"
Faile released the breath that she had been holding and nodded. She wasn't sure about anything other than the fact, that Glorfindel had never lead her astray before, and he would not now.
He smiled and continued in a louder voice so that the assemblage could hear his vows. "I give you my love and commit my fate to yours, until the last note as passed from the lips of the Ainur*. We shall pass together to the final fate of the Eldar*. I shall cleave you to my side and protect you from all harm. You are precious to me."
"I shall follow you through the darkness and the light. I shall follow you across the land and the Sea. I shall never sever my love or my fate from yours. We shall be as one." Faile vowed, squeezing Glorfindel's hands as she did so.
Glorfindel bent down and brushed his lips against Faile's in the briefest of kisses, before gently rubbing the tip of his nose against hers.
A great cheer rippled through the crowd. Faile and Glorfindel soon found themselves beset with well-wishers, as they were half-led and half-push towards the great dining hall.
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Faile tried to suppress the giggle that threatened to burst forth from her lips as she and Glorfindel sprinted down the hallway.
It was the wee hours of the morning, and the festivities were still going strong throughout the city. The wine had been flowing freely, and the jibs and remarks directed at the happy couple had become more ribald as the hours had passed. Every time Glorfindel and Faile had tried to take their leave, they were stopped by yet another toast or dance in their honor.
Erestor and Elrond hadn't been any help whatsoever and were usually the instigators. Gil-galad had vanished, so no help could be found in that corner. Finally, Glorfindel and Faile had just made a run for it.
Glorfindel paused at the entrance to the gardened tier, where he had finally admitted his love to Faile. He looked wildly about and started to pull her towards their secluded glade.
Once they had moved deeper into the gardens, three figures stepped from the shadows. Gil-galad looked over at the two guards standing by him.
"See that no one disturbs them," he ordered quietly.
"Yes, my Lord," one of the guards said with a wry smile.
Gil-galad saluted and headed back towards the party, he had no doubts that Elrond and Erestor were by now far gone with wine. He wondered what trouble they had managed to get themselves into.
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"Wait," Faile said breathlessly as they approached their destination. "What if they find us here?"
Glorfindel stopped and shook his head. "I think that Gil-galad will see that no one does."
"What gives you that idea?" Faile asked with a light laugh. "He deserted us to the tender care of Elrond and Erestor."
Glorfindel pointed to the far side of the glade. "Because I think he has left us a joining gift."
Faile looked over to see a pile of blankets, a bottle of wine illuminated by the soft glow of a lantern. She glanced up at Glorfindel with a sly smile. "We should not let his generous gift go to waste."
Glorfindel nodded and walked across the glade. He spread the blankets on the dewy grass and then held out his hand to Faile. He pulled her into his embrace and stared down at her. He couldn't believe that they were finally going to join.
"Melethin le [I love you (thou)]", Glorfindel whispered as his head descended towards hers. He rubbed her nose lightly, before capturing her lips with his own. He groaned as his tongue slid between them to delve into her mouth.
Faile was captivated by his kiss. It lit a fire deep within her. Her hands slid along the satiny texture of his tunic to wrap around his neck. She gently rubbed the back of his neck with one hand while the other threaded through the silky waterfall of golden hair that hung down his back.
Glorfindel broke the kiss when the need for oxygen became too great. He continued to taste her lips, his tongue sliding along them, before he would nip at them with his teeth. "Le bain, meleth nīn [You (thou) {are} beautiful, my love" he murmured, before he kissed the light scar along her jawbone.
The subtle brush of Glorfindel's lips, as he continued to kiss he way to her ear, felt like pure heaven to Faile. She could not suppress her gasp as he sucked the tip of her ear into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. Faile went weak and clung to him like a drowning man to a piece of driftwood. He became her life raft as she was cast adrift in waves of passion.
Glorfindel fumbled with the ties of Faile's gown as he kissed down her neck. He pulled the gown open and pushed it down her shoulders, revealing her breasts. Her nipples were already taut with desire, and he groaned. He kissed her again, almost frantic with need, as he cupped her breasts in his hands. His thumbs glided across the smooth texture of her skin to the rosy ring surround her nipples.
Faile thought she would die as her sense where bombarded with wave after wave of pleasure. His thumbs were robbing her of all thought, except for the aching need between her thighs. She instinctively knew that only Glorfindel would be capable of satisfying that need. She wanted to feel his skin beneath her fingers. She needed to show him the pleasure that he was giving her.
Glorfindel reluctantly removed his hands as Faile began to tug urgently at his tunic. She had already removed the broaches holding on his short cape. He removed it and the thin silk under tunic beneath it. He hissed in ecstasy as he felt her fingers glide lightly over his skin. He breathing came in short pants as she rolled her thumbs around his nipples.
On an impulse, Faile leaned forwards and gently flicked one hard pebble with her tongue. She felt the rumble of Glorfindel's moan through his chest and became emboldened. She drew it between her lips and began attacking it with her tongue.
Glorfindel ground his pelvis against her body involuntarily, as she began to suckle at his breast. He flung the crown of flowers from her hair and began to unwind her braid. He pulled the tie from the end and slowly combed her hair until it hung down to her waist. He threaded his fingers through it and pulled her from his chest. He didn't think he could take much more of her wicked tongue.
Faile helped Glorfindel as he began to peel the dress from her body. She stepped from the pool of fabric and kicked her slippers off. Before he could stand and face her, she removed the golden circlet from about his brow. She tossed it towards the lantern and then released his hair from its braid.
Glorfindel groaned as he felt her fingers slip through his hair. He stood, at her insistence, and they kissed again and again. He felt her hands fumble with the ties to his leggings and brushed them aside. He quickly loosened them and pulled his leggings down. He never broke their kiss as he kicked them free of his legs. His boots followed in quick succession.
Faile pulled back and stared at Glorfindel as the first rays of the sun broke above the horizon. His body was bathed in a golden light, and he looked like a god to her. His shaft stood hard and ready, the tip glistening with dew. Instinct drove her to her knees, and she licked him.
Glorfindel thought he would go mad as he watched her pink tongue flick out towards him. The rough feel of her tongue against the sensitive skin of his cock almost made him come right there. He fought the urge to ram his shaft between her moist lips, and let her take him in slowly.
Faile patiently catalogued every whimper, groan and moan as she mapped the hard flesh of his cock. She loved the salty sweet taste of his skin and the feel of it gliding along her tongue. She continued to suck and lick him until he began shake. The first jet of semen caught her off guard and she swallowed out of reflex.
Glorfindel offered a cry to the heavens as he gave himself over to his orgasm. Nothing in his existence could have prepared him for the release he found in Faile's mouth. He felt like he was dying a thousand pleasant deaths over and over again.
Faile continued to suckle and lick, until he had nothing left to give her. She sat back and looked up at him in adoration. He dropped to his knees and kissed her. She reached out and gently fondled him, marveling that he was already beginning to stiffen slightly.
Glorfindel could taste himself as he kissed her, and it drove him wild. He groaned when she reached out to stroke him. All he could think of was being joined to her, being one with her. He laid her back gently, settling between her thighs. Her breathing was erratic, and she arched upward as he flicked her nipple with his tongue.
Faile cried out as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. She had no idea that the moist heat could feel so delicious against her fevered skin. She bucked her hips seeking fulfillment for the ache between them. She need him so badly that it hurt.
Glorfindel was surprised by how quickly he became hard again. The feel of her skin against his cock was maddening. He began to thrust lightly against her inner thigh, lost in the little bolts of pleasure it sent through him.
"Beein le, Glorfindel! [I need you (thou), Glorfindel]" Faile begged, unable to stand the burning any longer.
Glorfindel kissed her soundly as he positioned himself between the slick folds of skin between her thighs. He pressed forward, groaning at the tight resistance he felt. "An edra nīn* [Open for me]," he murmured against her lips.
Faile winced, as he pressed deeper and deeper into her. She lifted her legs around his waist, and it seemed to make his passing a bit easier. Hot tears stung her eyes as the pain of his entry echoed long after he was seated to the hilt.
"I'ūt l. [the heat]", Glorfindel groaned. "Manadh [bliss]"
The pain started to recede as Glorfindel began to thrust. Faile moaned as the first tendrils of pleasure returned, bringing with it the burning pressure. His body glided over hers, his chest rubbing the hard buds topping her breasts causing more bolts to course through her. His mouth found hers, and his tongue thrust hard between her lips.
The kiss was soon abandoned as their cries of pleasure filled the early morning air.
Faile screamed as the first tremor ripped through her, shattering her mind in a thousand pieces. Each shard reflecting and magnifying the joy that tore through her soul. She became one with Glorfindel in that moment and truly knew what it meant to be bound to him, their souls joining for eternity.
~*~*~*~
In the year 1975 of the Third Age, Glorfindel led an Elvish force in the Battle of Fornost against Angmar. Despite an argument that had the House of Elrond in turmoil for weeks, Faile was by his side.
In 3019 of the Third Age, Glorfindel went forth from Imladris in search of the Ringbearer. There was no argument from Faile, because it is hard to argue when one is gagged. He locked her in a storage room with orders to Erestor that under no circumstances should she be let out until he returned. Luckily, for Faile, Erestor couldn't bring himself to keep her locked away. Lord Elrond had to put his foot down, however, when a very pregnant Faile tried to ride through Imladris' gates in search of her husband.
Glorfindel returned unharmed and with the Ringbearer in tow. He would have gotten a severe tongue lashing from his beloved wife, but she was a bit busy bring forth their first child, a son. He was the image of Glorfindel, golden-haired and blue eyed. They named him Sére, which meant Peace. They hoped that one day he would see the world at peace.
With the destruction of Sauron, Glorfindel was free to leave Middle-earth. In 3021 of the Third Age, he sailed with the Ringbearers to Eldamar, his family at his side.
True to their vows, Faile and Glorfindel never stopped loving each other.
The End.
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Moriquendi - Dark Elves: Name given to the Elves that never saw the Light of the Two Trees (Quenya)
Pen'tithen - Little One (Sindarin)
Ainur - holy ones (Quenya) Angelic Spirits, offspring of the thought of Ilśvatar
Eldar - Elves (Quenya: people of the stars)
An edra nīn - literal translation is An (for) edra (open) nīn (me or my)
Ilśvatar - All Father (Quenya) God~ Previous Chapter ~
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