Warning: -- although I do not think it is necessary! - A bit of voyeurism and Erestor's first lesson in sex education. LOL!
The next morning, after spending another blissful night in Glorfindel's arms, Erestor shyly knocked on the door to Elrond's quarters. He had hoped to find the half-Elf in his study, but apparently Elrond had decided to sleep in, which was rather unusual for the Lord of Imladris.
Knocking softly, he sincerely hoped he wasn't disturbing any intimacy that was taken place inside the room. The last thing he wanted was to interrupt Elrond and Thranduil when making love. Suddenly his hand dropped; wasn't he making a big mistake in coming here? Aye, he should reconsider and leave. He couldn't possibly ask the Elf-Lords these kinds of questions!
But Elrond's voice already echoed through the room. "Enter."
After drawing in a deep breath, Erestor pushed down the handle and opened the door. He quickly stepped into the room and immediately closed the door behind him, not wanting anyone to accidentally glance inside the room. Keeping his eyes lowered, he waited for Elrond to address him.
Elrond, sitting up against the headboard, looked up from braiding his lover's hair and was delighted to see Erestor. "Mellon-nîn, you look better every time I see you... And is that a blush on your face?"
Thranduil now fastened his gaze on Erestor's as well, recognizing their friend's unease when Erestor shuffled his feet.
"I can leave if you want me to," offered Erestor, carefully glancing at them and then lowering his eyes again. "I do not want interrupt..." His voice faded, leaving a nervous tremor in the air.
Elrond continued to smile at the younger Elf. He finished one braid and then began another with his lover seated between his legs. It was a good thing they had covered themselves up with sheets at the sound of that knock. Erestor looked like he was ready to bolt and the younger Elf certainly would have done just that, had he found them naked.
"Pull up a chair and sit down," said Thranduil, wondering what had brought Erestor here. The younger Elf's movements were slow and hesitant, but Thranduil's warm smile seemed to encourage Erestor to take a seat. "How can we help?" Having known Erestor as an Elfling, he easily identified the pleading expression in the dark eyes.
Erestor nervously moistened his lips and still felt unable to look at the two Elves, who so easily displayed their love and affection to one another. "I have made a mistake in coming here..." he offered eventually in a shy tone. "I should have known better. I will leave now." But contrary to his words, he didn't move.
Thranduil looked over his shoulder at Elrond and signaled for his lover to stop braiding his hair, which the half-Elf did. Moving away from his lover, he shifted closer toward Erestor and slowly gathered one of the younger Elf's hands in his. "Now tell me what is wrong. When you were younger I told you that you could always come to me. That offer still stands."
Elrond smiled warmly at hearing his lover's tone and was content to watch the scene unfold. Thranduil was at an advantage here, sharing a lot of history with Erestor. Hopefully Thranduil would manage to make Erestor open up about whatever troubled him.
Erestor swallowed hard, trying to rid himself of the growing lump in his throat. All kinds of emotions made it hard for him to meet Thranduil's eyes, but when he did, he only encountered concern and genuine interest in the deep green orbs. For some reason he felt like the Elfling that had put the little trust he had in Thranduil and his wife. Maybe he could confide in the golden-haired Elf again.
"I...I..." Erestor stuttered and suddenly became aware of Thranduil soothingly rubbing the back of his hand. "I need your advice."
Elrond moved closer, resting his chest against his lover's back, listening intently. Maybe he could help as well?
"You know you can have it," said Thranduil reassuringly. "Would you look at me?" It unnerved him that even after all these centuries Erestor was still hesitant to meet his gaze. When the younger Elf looked at him, he gently squeezed Erestor's hand. "Tell me what troubles you."
Erestor couldn't believe he was actually going to tell Thranduil, but suddenly the words tumbled from his lips.
"IloveGlorfindelandIwanttomakelovetohimitisnotfair- thatwecannotmakelovebutIdonotknowhowtomakelovetohim-andIdonotwanttodisappointhimand—"
Thranduil shushed him, hearing him ramble. "Calm down, Erestor, and try again."
Elrond's heart grew heavy, seeing the self-doubt in Erestor's swimming eyes. By the Grace of the Valar, coming here to ask for their advice was hard on their friend. Still, he remained quiet, listening closely instead.
"I do not know what to do," said Erestor eventually, doing his best to maintain eye contract with his former protector.
Thranduil nodded in understanding. "You have never had a lover before," he said, sighing. "I should have known."
Elrond now felt even guiltier for never having pressed Erestor to tell him the truth about his past. Maybe then the younger Elf's life wouldn't have been so incredibly lonely. His heart twitched in his chest when Erestor finally found the courage to include him in his glance as well. The pleading expression in those dark eyes was so obvious that Elrond reached out and placed his hand on top of Thranduil's, cradling both.
Erestor smiled, weakly. "I do not know what to do. I want to please him and I am afraid to disappoint him. What do I do?" Now that he had asked his questions he felt slightly calmer. "Can you give me some advice?"
"Advice..." Thranduil grinned encouragingly at his former charge. "What would you prefer? Us telling you what to expect or ask us questions instead?"
Erestor quickly averted his eyes. "I had hoped to catch Elrond alone. I never really counted on you being here as well."
But Thranduil merely continued his grin. "There is a third option. We could -show- you." However ridiculous it sounded, it did make sense. Seeing Elrond and him make love might take away Erestor's fears. He still wondered how badly Eridhren had damaged Erestor. Was the younger Elf afraid to be intimate with Glorfindel, or was it just nervousness?
"-Show- him?" Elrond didn't know if he should be amused or shocked. During these last few days his lover had undergone quite a transformation. Gone was the angry, insecure and doubt-driven Elf from his past, and instead a confident, playful mate had emerged
Erestor, who looked stricken, was lost for words. He must have misheard!
"Aye, show him. Elrond, it makes sense if you think about it." Thranduil's gaze shifted from Erestor to the half-Elf. In a barely audible tone he added, "Who knows how scared Erestor is after what his father did to him. In case you have forgotten, he was submitted to sexual abuse. It would be good for him to realize that sex is also caring and beautiful. He has only known pain and fear. Do you understand?"
In a weird way, Elrond did. He understood the point Thranduil was making. Nodding his head, he agreed to the proposal. Once they were focused on each other, they would quickly forget Erestor's presence.
Thranduil placed a kiss on his lover's brow and then looked at Erestor, whose big eyes told him how stunned the younger Elf was. "What do you say, mellon-nîn? Are you willing to learn by watching us? I will explain my actions as our lovemaking progresses and I promise you that you will learn how to please Glorfindel."
Erestor couldn't believe he was actually considering the King's proposal. "But... but what about... This is personal, private. I cannot watch you... make love... I cannot." He seriously doubted this was okay with Elrond. The half-Elf was probably only going along because Thranduil had asked him.
Elrond sensed some of Erestor's worries and decided to ease them. "We are serious, Erestor. We would not mind if you watched us this one time."
Erestor's eyes darted wildly from Elrond to Thranduil. "I cannot do that."
Thranduil decided to take charge. "Move your chair back toward the wall." Erestor wouldn't be comfortable being this close, but maybe if there was some distance between them, things might be easier for the younger Elf.
Erestor wavered, uncertain what to do. Two different needs were dueling inside him. He didn't want to invade their privacy, but how else would he ever learn how to please his lover and keep his insecurities at bay? He was desperate not to disappoint Glorfindel. That last feeling won in the end, and he slowly did as Thranduil had said, pushing back his chair until there were several feet between him and the bed.
Thranduil, realizing he had to make slow, passionate and maddening love to Elrond, already looked forward to the challenge. Turning around, he shifted Elrond on the bed until Erestor had a good view of both of them. The half-Elf's eyes had already darkened with expectation and he smiled lazily. "Always take your time to explore your lover's body. Tease him with soft caresses, let your tongue taste his skin, and find all those places that make him scream."
Just hearing those words had caused Elrond to grow painfully erect. Moaning, he allowed Thranduil to lay him down on the bed, and when the blond moved between his legs, he eagerly parted them.
Kneeling between his lover's long legs, Thranduil bent forward, set on utterly possessing the half-Elf during their love making.
Erestor stared in disbelief at Thranduil, who was now kissing Elrond slowly, and had lured the half-Elf into parting his teeth. Then Thranduil enthusiastically dipped his tongue inside the warm, welcoming mouth.
Glorfindel and he had kissed before as well, but there had never been this intensity between them. His fears and self-doubt always kept him back. But looking at Thranduil now, he saw the passion and eagerness with which the golden-haired Elf devoured his lover's mouth.
"Pay particular attention to his throat, neck, ears and eyes." Lovingly, Thranduil placed tiny kisses on Elrond's closed eyelids and then moved on to subtly suckle the flushed skin beneath his lover's collarbone. Moving up, he nipped at an earlobe and ran his tongue along a pointed ear, causing the half-Elf to buck hard in need.
Erestor couldn't help being fascinated by the sensual, wanton display. The certainty with which Thranduil explored Elrond's body was something he had never witnessed before. It almost seemed like the elder Elf wasn't worried in the least.
At first he had felt uncomfortable watching them, but now he saw the beauty in their movement, the kisses and caresses. Love radiated from their forms and all he could do was watch silently and listen to every word Thranduil panted between the caresses he now bestowed on his partner.
"Nipples are a delight to toy with," continued Thranduil, moving lower. "You can do all kinds of delicious things to them." Briefly he looked at Elrond, making sure his lover was enjoying himself during the lecture.
Elrond's stormy eyes were dark with passion and he wished Thranduil would hurry and take him, but for Erestor's sake he knew the blond would draw this out and only take him after a long preparation. This was going to be torment!
Erestor gasped softly, seeing Thranduil's tongue swirl around an erect nipple, drawing delirious groans from Elrond's lips.
"Treat them gently at first," said Thranduil, truly enjoying himself whilst giving Erestor these pointers. One nipple twitched against his lips when he sucked gently and the other hardened even further, rolling the nub between his fingertips. "You might want to ask Glorfindel just how sensitive his nipples are." Grinning at Elrond, he added, "Concentrating on them like this can make your lover come if you are not careful."
Elrond trembled with need, and buried his fingers in the sheets, clawing at the material. Thranduil was driving him insane with lust!
"Once you have satisfied your curiosity, explore other areas as well." Thranduil licked his lips, leaving a wet trail down Elrond's abdomen. "But ignore his arousal for now."
"Ai!" Elrond bucked, frustrated, when Thranduil licked the inside of his thighs, but blatantly ignored his throbbing erection. Closing his eyes, he resigned himself to this sweet and slow torment, realizing it would be some time before he found release.
Erestor vaguely wondered if Thranduil expected him to take notes, and smiled warmly for the first time since entering these rooms. A faint twinge of arousal warmed his veins as well, and although he appreciated their beauty, his passion was kept at bay by the realization that he only wanted to be with Glorfindel.
"Sometimes licking skin can really spark the fire," whispered Thranduil, wickedly, licking the back of Elrond's knees and then lowering himself to massage the half-Elf's feet. "Touch your lover in whatever way you desire. As long as love accompanies your touch it will be eagerly accepted, even craved." Teasingly, he let go of Elrond's foot and sat back, watching his lover squirm and groan softly. "At this point he should be purring."
Erestor smiled privately, hearing Elrond's distressed whimpers and groans. Looking at them, he wondered which role Glorfindel would want him to adopt. The passive or the active one? Clearing his throat, he hesitantly formulated his question. "How do I know... if... my lover wants to do these things to me? Or if he wants me to do them to him?"
Thranduil nodded thoughtfully. At seeing Elrond's distress, he resumed stroking those long legs. "When you are not very sure of his preference, simply ask. Glorfindel will answer you truthfully. Communication does make things easier."
Elrond, getting fed up by being Thranduil's test subject, sat up slightly and reached for his lover. "Aiya, do not leave me like this..."
Thranduil smiled reassuringly. "Erestor? Always carefully prepare your lover, and should you find yourself in Elrond's position insist Glorfindel does the same thing for you. During your first time there might be some discomfort."
Erestor mentally made a note and then watched, open-mouthed, as Thranduil reached for a small vial of oil. The golden-haired Elf coated a finger in the scented oil and then circled his lover's entrance.
"First of all, be gentle." Thranduil, still kneeling between the half-Elf's legs, tenderly massaged the guardian ring, relaxing Elrond even further. "Don't push inside... Slide inside..."
Elrond bit his bottom lip, feeling his lover's probing finger easily slide inside. Now the torment had started to become agony. "Please touch me..."
"Always listen to your lover," continued Thranduil, curling his fingers around the half-Elf's erection and stroking the hard flesh slowly.
Erestor was now growing hot and wondered if this was the moment when he should discretely disappear, but he found he was fascinated, watching the two Elves.
"Make sure your lover does not climax yet. He will want you to be inside of him when he does..." Thranduil smiled at Elrond, who now pushed back onto his finger. "Don't you, melamin?"
"Aye... You inside of me... Now..." Elrond continued to push down, but one finger was barely enough stimulation for him to find release.
"Crook your finger," said Thranduil, "and explore. A gland is hidden inside his passage and when you find it..." He paused wickedly and brushed his lover's sweet spot. "You will know." Elrond yelped pitifully and wriggled on the bed.
Erestor now grinned, crooking his finger as well, realizing how much pleasure he could give Glorfindel by locating the gland Thranduil had mentioned.
"Now...now...now..." raved Elrond, far beyond thinking. His entire body hummed with need.
"Soon, nîn ind, soon." Thranduil removed his finger and added more oil. Although Elrond was more than ready to be taken, he was going to do this by the book. "Add more oil and then return with two fingers."
Elrond raised his hips in want, easily allowing his lover entry to his body. "Take me... Make me yours!"
Thranduil laughed warmly. "I am sorry, melamin. I know you are ready, but Erestor needs to learn how to do this without hurting Glorfindel or being hurt himself."
Erestor blushed at hearing Thranduil's words, and was once more reminded they were doing this for him. He should probably apologize to Elrond later, for making him suffer in this way.
"Move them inside the tight passage. You do not want to hurt him later." Scissoring his fingers inside his lover's heat, Thranduil stretched and prepared the half-Elf. He had stopped stroking his lover's erection and watched Elrond arch his back and thrust in return. "So eager, nîn ind?"
"Aiya..." Elrond was panting hard. "Now... Now..."
"Not yet," teased Thranduil. "Erestor? Add more oil and then slide three fingers inside." Which he did. "If your lover can take those, he is ready."
Elrond raised his hips, welcoming the solid pressure when three fingers slid inside his body. "Now? Nîn glaur, I am about come..."
"Ah, that presents us with two options." Thranduil cast a quick look over his shoulder, watching Erestor briefly. The expression in the younger Elf's eyes was admiring, even affectionate. The fact that they were willing to demonstrate this act must mean a lot to Erestor. After smiling reassuringly, he focused on his squirming lover once more.
"What...two... options?" Big-eyed, Elrond stared at his lover. For some reason those words worried him. What was the blond up to?
Thranduil lazily stroked his lover's skin, letting his fingertips bestow feather light touches to Elrond's abdomen. "You could let him come right now... That way he will be utterly relaxed when you take him, but... there is much pleasure in feeling him come when you are buried inside him. So, the question is; do we let him come now and then wait for him to grow hard so he can come again... or not?"
Elrond nearly cursed his lover. "Take me now! We are -not- waiting for me to grow hard again!" He wouldn't endure more of this torment, not even for the sake of Erestor's 'education'.
"Always listen to your lover," whispered Erestor, wondering when he had become this involved in their lovemaking.
Elrond sighed thankfully. "Erestor is right. That is what you said!"
Sighing dramatically, Thranduil's green eyes twinkled with mischief, but in the end his own arousal made him humor his lover. Taking hold of the oil again, he applied a generous amount to his hard flesh. "You would be better to use too much than too little."
Elrond grabbed some strands of Thranduil's hair, forcing the blond to speed up. "Take me... now!" Thranduil's blazing emerald eyes made him twitch in anticipation.
"Your lover should be relaxed by now," resumed Thranduil, as he curled his fingers around his hard flesh. "But continue slowly." Positioning himself at his lover's entrance, he antagonizing slowly slid inside.
Elrond threw back his head, arched his back and relished the feel of Thranduil burying himself to the hilt effortlessly. Using his hold on the blond's hair, he pulled Thranduil closer.
Thranduil was finding it increasingly difficult to teach Erestor the finesse of lovemaking. His tone was raw when he whispered, "Always look into his eyes, Erestor, for they are the mirror of your lover's soul." Setting a slow and lazy rhythm, he supported his lover's legs, whilst making passionate love to Elrond. For a few moments he lost himself in the thrusts, and all he knew was this incredibly slick heat engulfing him. "I love you, nîn ind," he declared, kissing Elrond breathless.
Once more, Erestor wondered if he was supposed to leave now, but he couldn't take his eyes of the two radiant being making such sweet and tender love. Instinctively, he knew that this was what making love should be like.
Elrond, unable to keep back any longer, came hard, spilling warm cream between their joined bodies.
Thranduil stopped thrusting, craving the sensations clenching his hot flesh. The spasms, caused by Elrond's inner muscle, led him to his orgasm. Belatedly, he realized he should tell Erestor what this felt like, but he couldn't be bothered, riding out tidal waves of passion instead.
Exhausted, Thranduil collapsed on top of his trembling lover. Hearing sounds behind him, he forced himself to say, "Stay, Erestor. We are not done yet."
Erestor obediently settled down in his chair again. What else was there for him to learn?
Thranduil showered Elrond's face with tender kisses and locked eyes with the half-Elf, smiling brightly. "I love you," he repeated and devoured his lover's words, when Elrond declared his love as well.
Pushing himself away from the half-Elf, he flexed his muscles and slowly pulled out of his lover's body. "Be careful when you pull out, Erestor. You can actually hurt your lover when you act too rashly." After easing out, he kissed Elrond again and rolled the half-Elf onto his side, away from Erestor. Spooning up behind Elrond, he said, "There might not be any need to talk, but I am sure your lover will eagerly listen to any compliments you wish to bestow on him. Hold him close; tell him how much you love him."
Erestor nodded. After clearing his throat, he whispered in a shaky tone, "Thank you for sharing this with me. I never knew how wonderful and tender this act could be. I do not feel afraid any more."
"Good," Thranduil chuckled. "And that concludes your lesson. You should now practice on your own lover, Erestor."
"I will," said Erestor, feeling incredibly lightheaded and warm. After closing the door behind him, he leaned against the wall for support. His heart was racing with passion for Glorfindel, and if it were up to him, he would seduce the Elda right now. But Thranduil had taught him way more than just the actual act. The golden-haired Elf had taught him to always put his lover first. If he really wanted to follow through and seduce his lover tonight he needed to make preparations.
Hurrying down the corridor, he nearly broke out in song, for his heart was filled with more love than he had ever thought possible.
Elrond laughed softly, feeling Thranduil's lips pressed against the nape of his neck. "You enjoyed that."
"Aye, I did," admitted Thranduil, amused. "But I should apologize for drawing it out this much. I just wanted to make sure Erestor knew what to do."
"Glorfindel will be a very happy Elf once Erestor finds enough courage to make love to him," said Elrond, giddily.
"Uhm..." mused Thranduil, "You think Glorfindel will be on the receiving end?" Had he inspired Erestor to be the dominant one?
"I think so," sighed Elrond, pleasantly tired. "Erestor now realizes just how much pleasure he can give Glorfindel and he will want to do just that."
"Well, you did squirm nicely beneath my touch." Thranduil gently suckled his lover's skin, and then moved to nip at his slightly pointed ear.
"Aye, you made me squirm." Elrond had seldom felt this sated before. "It was nice though; you making such slow love to me."
Thranduil nodded, snuggling closer to his lover and pulling Elrond to his chest. They would clean up in a moment, but he wanted to savor this moment. "Maybe the next time we make love you can make me squirm?"
"Maybe. Do you think Erestor needs another lesson then?" teased Elrond. "You did forget to mention the variety of positions available to him."
"Ah, but that was on purpose. Let him find out himself." Thranduil grew serious. "I took you in this way, because Erestor will need eye contact with Glorfindel and therefore this was the only right position." Stroking the long, dark hair, he deeply inhaled the half-Elf's musky scent. "I love to see that expression in your eyes when you finally find release. This is quickly becoming my favorite position to make love in. What about you?"
"I like to feel you behind me... When I am on all fours and..." A huge yawn made it impossible for Elrond to finish. He blinked sleepily. No, this couldn't be happening! He couldn't go back to sleep! It was noon and work was piling in his study.
"I will keep that in mind," promised Thranduil. His lover's breathing was slowing down and he could tell the half-Elf was drained. "You are about to fall asleep again. Did I wear you out?"
"I think you did," sighed Elrond, resigned. "But I cannot stay in bed all day long. There is so much work—"
Thranduil cut him short. "Why don't you sleep for a few hours? I will ask Elrohir and Elladan to look at all pressing matters."
"You cannot. Elrohir is at the Bruinen with Legolas, and Elladan..." Yawning again, he chuckled softly. "Elladan joined today's patrol."
"Then I will attend to these matters myself. But you should rest." Running his fingers through the long, dark mane, he waited for Elrond to fall asleep. Once the half-Elf was sound asleep, he whispered, "Elrond, I love you so much that I can no longer live without you." After pressing a kiss on the silk hair, he rose from the bed and tucked a warm blanket tightly around the half-Elf's form.
After cleaning himself up and getting dressed again, he regretted leaving Elrond behind. He would have loved to hold the half-Elf in his sleep, but someone had to keep an eye on Imladris.
Closing the door behind him, he wondered how Legolas was doing. Elrohir and Legolas were spending the day at the Bruinen and he hoped his son was enjoying himself. He hated to see his youngest son full of sadness and sorrow. Hopefully Elrohir would be as good for Legolas as Elrond was for him.
Amused, Legolas watched Elrohir's mental struggle. They had arrived at the Bruinen and were now removing their clothes so they could hold a swimming contest. It bemused Legolas to no end that Elrohir was now wading into the water with his leggings still on. Did the half-Elf plan to swim like that? Chuckling, he dropped his shirt and then called out, "Is that the way Imladris Elves swim? It would make more sense to remove those leggings as well!"
Elrohir looked over his shoulder and couldn't help blushing. Shrugging awkwardly, he whispered, "I was not sure if that would make you uncomfortable." He was knee deep in the water, which surprisingly was icy cold. Maybe this was a stupid idea and he should reconsider.
Legolas' gaze darkened guiltily. Elrohir had kept his leggings on to make sure his guest was comfortable with the situation! Touched by the half-Elf's concern he shuffled his feet. "I apologize for my words. They were spoken rashly."
"Don't apologize," said Elrohir, shivering now that the cold crept up his body. He left the water and returned to Legolas' side. "We do not have to go for a swim."
Legolas' eyes cleared of the guilty expression and the sparkle returned to them. "I want to swim, but not with any clothes still on." Smiling at Elrohir, he added, "Do not worry. You are not my first naked Elf..." He couldn't quite explain his mirth, but he felt giddy and free. He heavily suspected that it had to do with Elrohir's presence. The mere fact that the half-Elf wasn't trying to seduce him, made him want to trust Elrohir. It was good to know that the half-Elf didn't want him in that way. Maybe they could become really good friends; he did like Elrohir.
Elrohir averted his eyes when Legolas removed his leggings. The golden-haired Elf was naked now and waded into the water, apparently unfazed by the cold. Then Elrohir shook his head. Legolas appeared unfazed because he was. Elves didn't feel the cold. But being a half-Elf himself, he did feel uncomfortable in the icy water.
Sighing, resigned, he stepped out of his leggings as well and tried hard to ignore Legolas' probing look, aimed at him. He had never felt self-conscious about his body and he refused to start now. He was handsome - enough maidens had assured him so - but this was different. His appearance paled in comparison to Legolas' radiance. Shivering, he stepped into the water.
Legolas watched Elrohir and secretly admired the gorgeous, well-trained body the half-Elf possessed. The long, dark hair now hung in front of the handsome features, making it impossible for him to seek out the other's eyes. "Why are you shivering?"
"The water is cold," replied Elrohir, slowly lowering his upper body into the water. His nipples became painfully hard when the cold water touched them, but at least he wouldn't have to worry about growing hard. The cold actually made his private parts move closer toward his body.
Legolas raised a delicately curved eyebrow. "Cold?"
Embarrassed, Elrohir shivered again. "I am half-Elven, in case you have forgotten. I do feel the cold." And Elbereth help him if he caught a cold! That would not go down well with his father. Elrond had nursed Elladan back to health after his twin had nearly drowned in the river and they had been forced to listen to their father's warning to stay away from cold water for years.
Legolas bit his lower lip, feeling he owed Elrohir another apology. What was wrong with him? Why wasn't he paying more attention? Maybe it was because he felt so comfortable around Elrohir that he was letting down his guard, which seldom happened; usually only when either his father or Valthoron were close.
"Just don't," said Elrohir through gritted teeth, realizing Legolas was about to apologize -again-. He dived beneath the surface of the water, trying to bite down the cold. Rising again, he threw back his head, causing his long, black hair to cling to his back.
Something inside Legolas stirred, seeing the half-Elf soaking wet like that. Droplets of water clung to the long tresses and others slid down the agile young body. Confused, Legolas dived beneath the water as well, swimming several feet under water. He needed a moment to sort out his feelings and thoughts.
Although a large number of Elves had tried to gain his interest, he had dismissed all of them after realizing that they were only interested in either his appearance or his position as the youngest Prince of Mirkwood. Some of his suitors had hoped to gain power and influence by courting him and that realization had saddened him and had made him feel utterly alone.
And now, suddenly, here was Elrohir Half-Elven, son of Elrond. Elrohir radiated calm, patience and understanding and did absolutely nothing to gain his favor, which was quite a relief. All he desired was to befriend the half-Elf.
But was that really true?
If I only want him as my friend, then why did I react like that just now? I admired his body; I like his disposition and he appears to genuinely want to be my friend. Am I now disappointed that he is not trying to gain my favor? Can it be that -I- want him to be interested in -me-? That would be a first!
Others always lusted after him! He didn't lust after others! But Elrohir...
Legolas reached the surface and looked about in search of the half-Elf.
The sight Legolas presented took Elrohir's breath away. Stunned into silent admiration, he followed the path the droplets were taking down the golden-haired Elf's body. He would gladly give everything he possessed to be one of those droplets. He had already been in love with Legolas, but now it actually felt like his heart would break.
"Race you to that tree over there," called out Legolas, obviously enjoying himself so much that he completely missed the look of utter admiration on the half-Elf's face.
"I accept your challenge!" Elrohir was eager to prove himself to Legolas. He hoped he would win and therefore impress the flaxen-haired Elf. Throwing himself into the water, he swam quickly.
Legolas laughed, amused, and followed.
They reached the tree at exactly the same time. The contest was a draw, much to Elrohir's disappointment. "Maybe we should try archery instead."
"Ah, you will most certainly lose." Legolas smiled warmly, hoping to lighten any sting his words might provoke. "Let us do away with the contests then, for it seems we are evenly matched."
Now that Elrohir was standing still, the chill crept into his very bones. "Would you mind leaving the water? I am cold."
Legolas instantly inclined his head. "How inconsiderate of me. Come, let us sit in the warm sun and let it dry our skin."
Elrohir felt intensely grateful that the icy water stopped him from growing aroused, seeing Legolas leave the water. The Elf had reached his clothes and now bent forward, picking them up. Even in spite of the cold engulfing him, Elrohir felt heat stir in his groin. Everything about Legolas was just perfect. Too perfect. A beautiful Elf like Legolas couldn't possibly be interested in him!
Are you sure? whispered a tiny voice in the back of his head. Thranduil chose your father for his lover and Elrond is half-Elven as well. Do you really think your heritage makes a difference?
Elrohir sighed; he had to agree with this annoying voice. Thranduil had taken his father for a lover, so maybe Legolas would be inclined to give him a chance as well?
Looking over his shoulder, Legolas caught Elrohir's gaze with his. The expression in the half-Elf's eyes almost took his breath away. Something about the look in those dark eyes made him blush and he quickly turned away. This cannot be happening. All these decades others have wanted me, and I now want Elrohir? He had never really been in love before, too cautious around everyone who seemed to adore him, and now he found himself in his suitors' position. Now he knew how it felt to crave something he couldn't have, and for once he wished that the half-Elf would make a move on him. But so far Elrohir hadn't given any sign that the interest could be mutual.
It was ironic,-mused Legolas-, that he would fall in love with the one person who didn't chase after him. Life was cruel.
Suddenly Elrohir sneezed. Legolas, surprised, looked at the half-Elf and found Elrohir shivering. His companion had already slipped into his leggings and tunic, but as his skin was still wet, the now-damp clothes did little to fight off the cold.
Elrohir cursed privately, realizing he had contracted a cold after all. Great. Now his father would fuss over him. Unexpectedly, a hand settled on his back and a warm voice drifted into his ears.
"Did you catch a cold? I know humans get colds, and you did sneeze..." Legolas' voice faded away in concern. When Elrohir's gaze met his, it felt as if the air between them sizzled with energy and he barely refrained from pulling back and thus breaking contact.
"Don't tell my father the water was too cold. He will lecture me and then confine me to bed." Shivers spiraled down his spine and he wished he had taken a cloak with him to wrap around him. But he had left his warm cloak behind, thinking he wouldn't need it.
A shy smile surfaced on Legolas' face. "My father is like that too." Thranduil had become a mother hen after Aewithôn had left for the Undying Lands. "You can trust me to keep quiet. But I doubt that will make a difference if you..." He had to pause because Elrohir sneezed again, "If you continue to sneeze."
Elrohir shot him a thankful look. "I will just excuse myself for dinner." The cold would pass in a few days. All he had to do was to lie low - and maybe Legolas would be willing to help him avoid running into Elrond? He stifled a moan of regret, when Legolas removed his hand from his back. He had liked the blond's touch, even when the fabric from his tunic had kept it from feeling intimate.
He was surprised again when something heavy was draped across his shoulders. His eyes widened slightly, realizing Legolas had wrapped his cloak around him. "But..."
Legolas interrupted the half-Elf. "Elrohir, I do not feel the cold like you do. I do not need the cloak." He hoped Elrohir accepted this gesture. It was a strange sensation, taking care of someone. Usually people tried to take care of him and he liked the reversed roles. "Let me escort you back to your rooms. You should be in a warm bed and resting."
In a warm bed with you keeping me in your arms, thought Elrohir, blissfully, surprised that Legolas cared enough to look after him. Pulling the heavy cloak closer around his body, he deeply inhaled the Elf's scent. Legolas smelled of the forest, pine and cinnamon; a truly lovely combination. "Thank you," he whispered softly, not trusting his voice. "I will return it to you shortly."
Legolas' smile broadened and experimentally he folded an arm around the half-Elf's shoulder. It was a strange sensation, when Elrohir trembled against him, but he contributed it to the cold. Maybe his body heat would help warm his chilled companion.
But Elrohir's trembling wasn't only just because of the cold. He had a hard time believing Legolas had reached out to touch him, to fold an arm around him. Almost, he slipped, as he was about to lean into the touch, but he quickly caught himself. He couldn't do that. His father was right; Legolas and he had to become friends first.
"Hopefully we won't run into my father or yours," said Elrohir, thoughtfully. "I do not want to spend the rest of the day in bed."
"It might be best though," remarked Legolas, "At least make sure you stay warm."
Elrohir nodded absentmindedly. As long as you stay close I will stay warm. The thought brought a blush to his face and he hoped Legolas attributed the flush to the cold.
Seeing Elrohir's face grow flustered, Legolas sped up. "I will take you to your rooms and please, rest?"
Elrohir stared at Legolas, hearing the blond say 'please'. Aiya, he would do everything the other Elf wanted. He was about to reassure Legolas that he would be fine, when an unexpected round of coughing tormented his lungs. By the Grace of the Valar, this was quickly becoming worse!
"To bed with you, now!" Legolas shooed him into the Last Homely House, and recalling the route to the twins' rooms, he pulled Elrohir into the next corridor.
Not really looking where he was going, Elrohir bumped into a warm, soft body.
Glorfindel, who had just taken a bath and was now in the process of finishing getting dressed, looked up in surprise when Erestor entered. He blinked; was his lover really humming and hopping toward him? And was what that inane smile doing on his face? He couldn't remember ever seeing Erestor that cheerful. Before he knew what was happening, he found himself with an armful of raven-haired Elf.
"Erestor?" he whispered, pleasantly surprised. He couldn't help return Erestor's giddy smile. What had caused this change in his normally so listless, timid lover?
But Erestor didn't seem inclined to answer verbally. Instead, his lover claimed his lips in a hot, passionate kiss, which sent warm vibrations through his body, pooling in his groin. "Melamin?" He panted the endearment, wondering if he was really holding Erestor in his arms or a double. "Is it really you?"
Erestor nodded, quickly, and then touched his lips to Glorfindel's. He wasn't going to let his lover ruin this by talking! He wanted to make the best of this moment!
Erestor's mirth and passion was quickly overwhelming Glorfindel and he regretted pulling away to address his lover. "It is almost time for dinner."
Sighing regretfully, Erestor stared dotingly at his flaxen-haired lover. "Must we join them for dinner?"
"I am afraid so. I could think of more pleasant things to do, like continuing to kiss you, but our presence was requested by Elrond and Thranduil."
Erestor suddenly realized that this invitation ruined his plans for tonight. He couldn't make all the necessary arrangements when stuck at the dinner table. His smile faded slightly, but then he took heart again, knowing tomorrow would be another day, another chance. This didn't have to happen tonight. He would wait for the right opportunity to present itself.
"We should not keep them waiting," said Glorfindel, straightening his robes. "I do not want to let go of you. I have never seen you this alive before. I do not know what caused this change, but I welcome it wholeheartedly!"
Erestor looked down at his robes. "Do you think I need to change?" He thought he still looked rather respectable, considering the scene he had just witnessed.
Glorfindel took Erestor's hand in his and guided his lover to the dressing table. "You look breathtaking, but then you always do. Would you braid my hair? It is a tangled mess."
Erestor lovingly combed the wet, golden tresses and then began to braid them. "I loved it when you braided my hair," he admitted, feeling shy again, but the radiant smile remained on his face. "No one ever braided my hair before."
Glorfindel smiled, warmly. "Then I will do it again the next time you wash your hair."
Erestor blushed. Leaning in closer, he swept away a plait and pressed his lips against the nape of his lover's neck. "I love you, nîn bellas."
Glorfindel's smile brightened, turning around to face his lover. "I love you too." Brushing a stray behind Erestor's pointed ear, he got to his feet again and led his lover to the doorway. "Maybe we can take another one of those steps we discussed earlier after dinner?"
Erestor immediately knew what Glorfindel was referring to. Recalling the passionate lovemaking he had just witnessed, he nodded fervently. "Aye, I think I am ready to take the next step."
Glorfindel brought his lover's hand to his lips and placed a kiss on it. The reason completely eluded Glorfindel, but in a way, his lover seemed changed. And it was for the better.
As they walked down the corridor they were so lost in another's eyes, that they didn't notice the party heading towards them, until it was too late.
The breath was knocked out of Elrohir's lungs when he accidentally bumped into Erestor. The advisor instinctively caught and steadied him, at which Elrohir mumbled, "Thank you. Sorry, I was not looking where I was going."
Erestor's eyes knowingly swept from Elrohir to Legolas. The blush on his former student's face had given Elrohir away. So he really fancies Legolas? His former suspicions were now confirmed and he wondered if Elrond and Thranduil knew, but he still wasn't inclined to inform the two Elf-Lords. "No harm was done, pen-neth."
Elrohir tried to stop himself from sneezing but failed miserably.
Erestor raised an eyebrow questioningly and his gaze settled on Legolas. "What happened?"
"We went swimming in the Bruinen," supplied Legolas.
Glorfindel shook his head in disapproval. "We have talked to you about this before. You were an Elfling then and I thought you had learned your lessen. Your father will not be pleased to learn you have caught a cold."
Elrohir hung his head in defeat. "Please do not tell him. I will go to bed and keep warm, but do not tell him. I do not want to worry him."
Erestor's thoughts raced. Maybe he still had a chance to make his plans for tonight work. Addressing Glorfindel he said, "Why don't you head for the dining room ahead whilst I deal with Elrohir?"
Glorfindel felt suspicious at hearing those words, but he couldn't quite explain why. Well, maybe Erestor just wanted a word in private with Elrohir. "I will meet you there. Hurry." Ignoring Elrohir's giggling and Legolas' gasp, he kissed Erestor. "Don't make me wait. I am hungry."
Erestor watched his lover leave and then turned to Elrohir. "I should not do this, but I will refrain from telling your father -if-..."
"If what?" Elrohir asked, eagerly. He would do anything to keep his stupid mistake from his father.
Erestor cleared his throat, suddenly no longer certain of himself. After glancing apoplectically at Legolas, he addressed Elrohir once more. "If you go to Glorfindel's room and take care of some matters for me."
"What matters?" Elrohir's eyes had narrowed. What was Erestor up to?
"I want you to put scented candles around the bed, but be careful you do not start a fire, pen-neth. Wait until after dinner to light them. I want tonight to be... romantic," he added, hesitantly.
Elrohir smirked. "Candles... I think we can do that. I take it Glorfindel does not know about your plans?"
"We?" asked Legolas, feigning surprise. Secretly he looked forward to being partners in crime with Elrohir.
"Legolas, you -must- help me!" Elrohir's eyes widened when another sneeze announced itself. "I hate having a cold," he whispered, miserably. But as he looked at Erestor, his smug grin returned. "Anything else you want us to do?"
Erestor nervously shuffled his feet. "I do not know. What else is considered romantic?"
Elrohir's smugness faded, realizing Erestor had never done something like this before. "Why don't you leave this in our -capable- hands?"
"Capable?" echoed Legolas, bemused. His stay in Imladris was getting more interesting with every passing moment!
"Aye, capable." Elrohir teasingly poked Legolas in his stomach. "Play along. I do not want my father to find out about my cold and we can do this for Erestor. He deserves our help!"
Legolas nodded. "Aye, capable hands it is."
Erestor shook his head, smiling at them. "Thank you for doing this for me." Elrohir suddenly lunged for him and Erestor found himself buried in a warm hug. The 'old' Erestor would have frozen in Elrohir's arms, but now he felt comfortable and hugged him back. "Thank you for everything, pen-neth."
Elrohir pulled back, smiling brilliantly. "Put your trust in us. We won't let you down. Good old Glorfindel won't know what has hit him when he enters his rooms." Signaling for Legolas to follow him, he guided the blond to Glorfindel's rooms.
Erestor watched them go and hoped they wouldn't overdo it. The last thing he wanted was to scare Glorfindel away.
Turning around, he straightened his robes and resumed his walk to the dining room.
Elrond and Thranduil had already seated themselves and watched curiously as Glorfindel entered alone. "Where is your shadow?" asked Elrond, teasingly.
Glorfindel, still a bit dazed, sat down and stared at Elrond. "I do not know what happened, but he dashed into the room and... he was laughing. He was giddy! I have never seen him like that before."
Elrond and Thranduil exchanged a knowing gaze. "I take it you approve of this change?" asked Thranduil.
"Aye, I do, but... I do not understand."
"Then stop trying to understand," advised Elrond, "And simply accept that he is getting better. Thanks to your love and support his heart is filled with joy and affection. Welcome it."
"I do," whispered Glorfindel, chuckling softly. "I just wonder what to expect next."
At that moment Erestor entered the room and seated himself next to Glorfindel. He noticed the curious looks all three Elves were giving him, but he ignored them. "What is for dinner? I am hungry." For the first time in ages he really felt hungry.
"Duck," said Elrond, amused. Leaning in closer to Thranduil, he whispered words that were only intended for his lover's ears. "You were right, nîn glaur. Glorfindel will be a very happy Elf."
Glorfindel, who had only heard Elrond say his name, looked up, puzzled. Seeing the glance Elrond threw at him, he wondered in what kind of trouble he was. His instincts told him this was about Erestor, and looking at the advisor, he found that the dark eyes were twinkling with mischief. That heavenly sight made his heart miss a beat. I love you so much, nîn amdir, but I wonder what you are up to - and why do I feel like it involves me?
Note: I know that due to canon Elrohir can't catch a cold, or rather I chill. So I wanted to stress (as Ilye advised me) to say that Elrohir's chill isn't according to canon.
Elrohir cursed privately as another violent cough squeezed the air from his lungs. A warm hand settled against his back and he smiled apologetically at Legolas. "Sorry for ruining the day. It was not my intention to contract a cold."
"Do not worry about it," said Legolas reassuringly. They were on their way to Glorfindel's rooms to keep up their part of the bargain. They had agreed to create a romantic atmosphere in the seneschal's rooms in turn for Erestor's silence. Feeling like an Elfling again, Legolas grinned. "What items do you reckon we need to 'decorate' the rooms with? How romantic does Erestor want them?"
A similarly wicked grin surfaced on Elrohir's face, which was growing hotter due to his rising temperature. "Romantic? We should go for seductive instead."
Elrohir laughed warmly, as the reached Glorfindel's rooms. "After you, my fair Prince."
Legolas quickly hurried inside, hoping Elrohir hadn't seen his nervousness at hearing the half-Elf call him fair. He composed himself again and studied the luxurious rooms. "We will need candles. Lots of them," he mused aloud.
"And flowers. Roses, preferably." Elrohir nodded absentmindedly. "I do not want to head outside again and you do know where the gardens are. Would you supply the roses?"
"Of course." Legolas didn't want Elrohir to step out into the open either, afraid the half-Elf's cold might worsen. "Is there anything else you want me to bring?"
"Wine... Glasses... Maybe some fruits or sweets?" A plan was forming in Elrohir's mind. Oh, he would make sure Erestor was pleased with him. This would make perfect blackmail material someday.
"I will bring those items as well," said Legolas, moving toward the doorway. "And aye, I also know where the kitchen is," he said before Elrohir could ask anything. He recalled the incident with the rabbit and hoped the animal was relishing its freedom. "I will be back in a few minutes."
"Take your time," whispered Elrohir in a thoughtful tone.
Turning around, he scanned the room with his eyes. It definitely had potential, and with candles and roses added, things would look even more inviting. He looked over his shoulder, realized Legolas was gone already, and returned to stare at the bed. Oh, he would love to share a bed, whatever bed, with the blond!
He was about to release a tormented sigh when a sneeze unexpectedly shook his frame. This chill would confine him to bed eventually -- but not yet. First, he wanted to spend as much time as possible with Legolas.
The bed... Glorfindel's sheets were soft, but not perfect for lovemaking. His father had a lovely collection of sheets made of the finest, purest silk. I doubt he will miss a set.
Elrohir headed for his father's rooms, where he collected two sheets and coverlets. Priding himself on not having been caught, he headed for Glorfindel's rooms once more. Calling out to a servant, he asked her to deliver scented candles to the seneschal's rooms and did his best to ignore her curious expression.
Stepping into Glorfindel's rooms again, he found that Legolas had returned as well. Dozens of roses lay on the table and next to the flowers stood a tray with wine, goblets and sweets. "Perfect," commented Elrohir, beginning to change the sheets.
"We could crush some rose petals so they will release their fragrances and then spread the rest across the floor and bed. That way Erestor and Glorfindel do not have to worry about thorns."
"That is an excellent idea!" Elrohir finished changing the sheets and straightened the fabric. He grinned madly; Erestor and Glorfindel wouldn't know what hit them! Pleased, he turned around and helped Legolas separate the petals. "Maybe we could create a private setting near the fireplace?"
Legolas nodded. "There is already a pile of blankets and pillows tucked away in that corner. All you have to do is spread them over the floor."
"I will do just that." Elrohir positioned the blankets and pillows to his liking and then scattered a few handfuls of rose petals over the area. Hearing someone knock on the door, he reckoned it was the servant bringing the candles. After opening the door, he selected a few sweetly scented candles and placed them around the bed.
Legolas had finished removing the petals, but had saved three particularly beautiful roses and now placed them on the pillows. "They are too lovely to ruin," mused Legolas aloud. Dreamily, he scattered the rose petals all over the bed and the floor. After collecting some scented candles, he placed them on the nightstand. "I will open the window and let the breeze in. Ithil shines exceptionally bright tonight." He was starting to feel romantic himself, and wished he had someone to share his bed with.
Looking at Elrohir, he sighed, feeling melancholy. His heart was growing heavier with each passing day. Elrohir had managed to unlock his heart and for the first time in his life he wasn't afraid to share it with someone. But Elrohir didn't want him in that way. Another miserable sigh wrestled free from his lips as the moon's light illuminated the room.
His attention was drawn to Elrohir when the half-Elf sneezed again. His companion was shivering all over his body and his brow was covered in sweat. "You should be in bed." Growing concerned, he advanced on the half-Elf. "How much longer until they finish dinner?"
"Ten more minutes, I think." Elrohir pulled Legolas' cloak even closer and inhaled the blond's scent. "We should light the candles." He doubted something would go wrong in those few minutes after they had had left.
Together they lit the candles and after one last, pleased look at the rooms, they headed for the doorway.
"Let us get out of here before they return." Elrohir had no desire to watch his former tutors seduce each other. Shivering, he began to long for his warm, comfortable bed. "I hope Erestor appreciates what we did for him."
Legolas, concerned at seeing the tremors grow worse, wrapped an arm around Elrohir's shoulders, hoping that the half-Elf would benefit from his body heat.
Elrohir, nervous, wondered what Legolas thought of him; a half-Elf, contracting a cold! Being ill was an alien concept to the blond.
Legolas walked Elrohir to his rooms and when they reached the door, he felt reluctant to part with his companion. He wanted to make sure Elrohir was safe and warmly tucked beneath the blankets.
As he entered his rooms, Elrohir frowned, making sure his features were hidden from Legolas' view by letting his hair fall in front of his face. The blond was still close -- why?
"Why don't you slip into a sleeping robe?" suggested Legolas, who now headed toward the bed to push down the covers.
"Uh?" Elrohir stuttered incoherently. Legolas had reached the closet, selected a warm, brown sleeping robe and handed it to him.
"Go change."
Elrohir simply accepted the sleeping robe and feeling strangely prudish, he disappeared into the bathroom where he changed his clothes.
Legolas watched him go with a grin on his face. He hadn't thought Elrohir was that shy! But then again, the half-Elf had wanted to keep his leggings on when they had gone swimming.
Elrohir returned a moment later, clad in the sleeping robe. His hair was a tangled mess after undoing his braids, as he was too tired to brush it. All he wanted was to lie down and rest.
Legolas watched Elrohir carefully. "Lie down."
Elrohir obeyed; he didn't want to fight Legolas anyway. Lying down, he allowed Legolas to tuck him in.
"Is there anything you need?" Worried, Legolas placed his hand on Elrohir's brow. Hissing in surprise, he pulled back his hand. "You feel hot. Maybe it would be best if we told your father."
"I will be all right," said Elrohir reassuringly. He pressed deeper into the comfort of the mattress, relishing the warmth that now surrounded him. "I just need to drink lots of water."
Legolas' eyes scanned the room, trying to locate a carafe filled with drinking water, but failed. "I will fetch you some from the kitchen." Halfway to the doorway, he looked over his shoulder and said, "What about hot tea? Would that help?"
Shivering, Elrohir nodded. "It did the last time."
"I will be back with water and tea then." And he would add some bread, which Elrohir could soak in the tea in case he grew hungry.
Elrohir closed his eyes when Legolas left, thankful that the blond would return shortly. Having a chill wasn't that bad when Legolas was near.
Erestor couldn't help growing slightly nervous during dinner. He wondered if trusting Elrohir and Legolas had been an intelligent thing to do. Only Elbereth knew what those two younger Elves were up to. If they wanted to, they could hugely embarrass him. Sighing worriedly, he wondered in what state Glorfindel's rooms would be in upon their return.
Glorfindel... As he looked at his lover, a now familiar and sensual tingling spread through his groin. After watching Elrond and Thranduil make love he ached for the blond's touch. Wasn't it yet time to return to their rooms? Having to wait was driving him crazy.
Suddenly Glorfindel's hand settled on his knee beneath the table, gently squeezing it. The worry and questions in Glorfindel's eyes were obvious, but Erestor just shook his head. No, they couldn't discuss this now!
Glorfindel was becoming increasingly worried where his lover was concerned. Erestor's face was flustered and the big, dark eyes seemed too large, too intense. He just knew something troubled Erestor. "Shall we return to my rooms?" he whispered, concerned. Hearing Elrond chuckle, he glanced at the half-Elf. It didn't seem appropriate for Elrond to be chuckling when Erestor felt nervous.
"Aye, let us do that," whispered Erestor, his voice unsteady with anticipation.
Glorfindel pushed back his chair and got to his feet. Extending his hand, he waited for his lover to place his in it, and then guided Erestor out of the dining room and into the corridor, heading for his quarters. "What is wrong, nîn amdir?"
"Wrong?" Erestor grinned giddily at his lover. "Nothing is wrong. For the very first time in my life everything is right!"
Puzzled, Glorfindel pulled his lover close, wrapping an arm around Erestor's waist. "Are you sure?" Seeing Erestor nod, he sighed. "It is just... I have never seen you this... happy before. Are you truly happy, then?"
"More than happy," Erestor said reassuringly.
Glorfindel involuntarily held his breath when Erestor leaned in closer. Expecting to be kissed on the lips, he grinned, when his lover gently kissed the tip of his nose. "I am not complaining, mind you. I could get used to this more playful side of yours."
Erestor beamed with bliss, hearing his lover's words. "And this is just the beginning," he hinted mysteriously.
Glorfindel arched an eyebrow. "The beginning? Do you have more plans for tonight then?" By the way Erestor was moving in his arms, it almost felt like his lover was rubbing himself against his body. The manipulation was successful; he was growing hard.
"Aye, I have plans for tonight." Erestor let his voice trail off and held his breath, opening the door to Glorfindel's rooms. Please, Elrohir, do not let me down. I trusted in you to... Unable to finish that thought, he trembled with delight, seeing the romantic atmosphere, which Elrohir and Legolas had created. Thank you, pyn-neth. He stepped aside to let Glorfindel enter and carefully watched the blond's reaction.
Glorfindel needed a moment to take in the stunning sight. The candles had filled the room with warm, sweet fragrances and a moonbeam illuminated the three red, long-stemmed roses resting on the pillow. Turning around to face his lover, everything suddenly fell into place. "Elrohir and Legolas."
Erestor shuffled his feet. "Aye, they did this when we were having dinner." Taking in his surroundings more carefully, he walked toward the bed. His fingertips caressed the silk sheets, encountering soft rose petals. "Are these sheets yours?"
Glorfindel laughed warmly, recognizing them. "They are Elrond's!"
Erestor chuckled as well, wondering what had possessed Elrohir to plunder his father's linen closet. "But they do feel nice." Another fingertip slid along the soft, inviting fabric.
Glorfindel cocked his head to study his lover extensively. He couldn't remember ever seeing Erestor this relaxed, this much at peace with himself. "Lirimaer?" After walking over to the dark-haired beauty, he folded his arms around his lover's waist. "Why did you arrange this?" He thought he already knew the answer, but wanted Erestor to say the words.
"Because I want to make love to you," replied Erestor, blushing. "You mentioned taking small steps, but I feel so comfortable around you that I want to..." Pausing, he searched for the right words. "I want to completely bind myself to you."
Glorfindel's eyes were soft, warm and radiated love. Had his lover been nervous and afraid, he would never have consented to this, but now he was actually considering giving in. "You want to make love with me?" Not even in his wildest dreams had he expected Erestor to take the lead in this.
Erestor recalled Thranduil's advice to ask Glorfindel about his preferences concerning lovemaking. After clearing his throat, he whispered, "I do not really know how to say this, but... What would you prefer? Me taking you or...?" Peeking shyly at Glorfindel, he squirmed when the blond tightened his hold on him, pulling him close enough to kiss.
Glorfindel searched Erestor's eyes and thought he saw his lover's real needs. "Tell me what -you- want." It would be best if Erestor took him, as the dark-haired Elf had literally no experience when it came down to lovemaking. After all the abuse Erestor had suffered, he wanted to empower him.
"What -I- want?" Erestor averted his eyes and then rested his head against Glorfindel's shoulder. "I want to give you pleasure and..." He couldn't possibly tell the blond he had watched Elrond and Thranduil make love! But then again, his lover might wonder about this sudden desire to take him.
"You want to make love to me, to take me," supplied Glorfindel. He felt the nod against his shoulder and smiled. Until now he had always been the dominant one in his relationships, but for Erestor, he would do anything. All he wanted was to make his lover happy. "Then take me, meleth-nîn."
Suddenly Erestor's head jerked back, staring at him in disbelief. "What?" questioned Glorfindel, "You did not think I would let you take me?"
"I thought you would prefer to take me." Erestor nervously moistened his lips. "I have never done this before and you have."
"Feel free to explore then. I am still your more than willing subject." Glorfindel slid one hand up Erestor's back and cradled the nape of his lover's neck in his palm. "Do whatever you want to me."
Erestor swallowed, nervously. "Are you sure? And please remember the promise you made; tell me when I make you uncomfortable."
Glorfindel nodded, smiled, and claimed his lover's lips, hoping Erestor would take the hint to assume control of the situation.
Erestor cautiously brought his arms up behind Glorfindel's back, always keeping in mind that he wanted to give his lover as much pleasure as possible. Taking the lead was something he had never done before, but with Glorfindel it seemed almost natural. The blond leaned into his touch and the kiss deepened. Growing bolder, he slowly parted his lover's lips and rejoiced when the Elda eagerly parted his teeth. His tongue slid into a welcoming moist heat and the sensation was almost enough to make him faint.
Erestor trembled in his arms and a smile surfaced on Glorfindel's face. Never before had he felt such passion, need and want when being with a lover. When Erestor briefly broke the kiss, he whispered, "I love you." He took hold of one of the long-stemmed roses and ran the soft petals along Erestor's jaw line, relishing the tremors the caress brought forth.
Erestor, carefully staying away from the candles, guided his lover to the bed and then laid him down, stroking wayward blond locks behind a pointed ear. "I love you more than life itself." Gathering his courage, he straddled his lover's hips, looking down at the blond in rapture. "You are my soul. The very spirit that keeps me alive."
Glorfindel smiled warmly, raised a hand and let his fingers tangle in the dark locks. "And you are my heart."
Erestor began to unbutton his lover's robes. Delighted, he found that Glorfindel had the same idea and was now slowly undressing him. Always maintaining eye contact, Erestor leaned in closer to kiss his lover's lips, whilst the blond slid his robes down his shoulders. Smiling, Erestor took hold of the Elda's hand and placed it against his warm chest.
Glorfindel had stopped trying to understand the change that had taken place in Erestor and simply accepted the warmth and pleasure given to him. Sliding his hand down the dark-haired Elf's abdomen, he undid the laces to his lover's leggings.
Erestor briefly sat back, removed the annoying clothing and dropped the leggings and robes onto the floor. Although he was completely naked now, he still felt comfortable. Glorfindel's loving and appreciative glance caressing his body actually made him feel cockier. "You are still wearing too many clothes."
Glorfindel sat upright and shrugged off his robes. He then allowed his lover to remove his leggings, freeing his erection from its confines. He closely eyed Erestor, still alert in case any unease or discomfort shone from his lover's dilated pupils. Somehow, he had imagined their first time very differently; Erestor being timid and having to be coaxed into touching him. What he hadn't expected was this eagerness.
Both were naked now and, recalling Thranduil's words, Erestor took his time to slide his fingers over his lover's skin. Straddling his lover's hips, he smiled, feeling the blond's arousal press against his buttocks. The absence of fear was liberating and he bowed forward, eagerly caressing Glorfindel's skin with his lips.
He started by licking down Glorfindel's throat, chest and playfully swirling his tongue around a hardened nipple. Absentmindedly, he made a mental note to thank Elrond and Thranduil for their demonstration. Glorfindel arched beneath him, lifted a hand and played with his black locks. "You... are... so... beautiful." Every word was accompanied by a passionate kiss delivered to the blond's flat abdomen.
Glorfindel was glad he was lying down, for he was afraid his knees would have buckled beneath him, hearing those words and feeling butterfly kisses against his abdomen. Erestor's tongue had continued down its path and was now licking the inside of his thigh. He hoped his lover would also treat other places of his body to the same procedure, but the raven-haired Elf stayed clear of his arousal.
Feeling some of his lover's disappointment, Erestor pleadingly locked gazes with the blond. "I cannot pleasure you like that. I am sorry, but it brings back memories." He had entertained the thought of taking Glorfindel into his mouth, but long forgotten memories had threatened to return when he imagined bestowing a lick on his lover's hard flesh.
Glorfindel's features contorted, feeling ashamed and guilty for not keeping in mind how his lover had suffered in the past. "You do not have to."
"Thank you," whispered Erestor, willing his father's face to leave his mind. This was not the moment to remember the abuse. Seeing Glorfindel was about to sit upright, he decided to take the lead again; he didn't want the blond to end their lovemaking because of this incident.
Glorfindel tried to stop Erestor, but suddenly his lover's fingers curled around his throbbing erection and he fell back onto the bed, completely surrendering to his lover's touch. Pushing his body into the comfort of the mattress, he squirmed beneath Erestor.
Stroking the blond's hard flesh slowly, Erestor realized he needed oil or another lubricant to properly prepare his lover. Thranduil's warning rang clearly in his ears. "Do you have any oil?"
Glorfindel, wondering what Erestor was talking about, forced himself to concentrate, which would be easier if his lover stopped stroking him. Arching his hips in blatant want, he finally realized what Erestor had asked. "Top drawer... Nightstand..." he managed to whisper, whimpering when Erestor's hands deserted him.
Opening the drawer, Erestor took hold of the massage oil and stared at the vial. Fully realizing what he intended to do to his lover, he sought out Glorfindel's eyes. The blond was wiggling beneath him, trying to somehow create enough friction to make himself come. Breathless, he watched his lover. Glorfindel was beautiful in his need.
Glorfindel grabbed at strands of Erestor's hair, making it clear that his lover should hurry.
Erestor opened the vial, let some droplets flow onto his fingertips and then eyed Glorfindel closely. "Do you really want me to take you? It is not too late to reverse roles."
Glorfindel's fingers touched his lover's face. "I am sure. Please make love to me, Lirimaer."
Bending forward, Erestor showered Glorfindel's face with tiny, soft kisses. Now that the blond was moaning again, his hand trailed down Glorfindel's stomach. Moving into a kneeling position, he watched Glorfindel part his legs and then settled between them.
Glorfindel reached out, grabbed a pillow and raised his hips, shoving the pillow beneath him.
Staring at the naked body beneath him, Erestor craved to reach out and touch. Whilst teasing one of Glorfindel's nipples, he placed one oiled finger at the blond's entrance, slowly massaging the guardian ring like Thranduil had shown him.
Glorfindel, surprised, looked into Erestor's dilated pupils. "You know what to do?" He hadn't expected that!
Erestor cleared his throat, concentrating on loosening and relaxing the ring of muscle. "I should probably have told you earlier, but... Elrond and Thranduil... They showed me."
"Showed you?" Glorfindel, already relaxed beneath his lover's touch, frowned and slightly arched his back.
Erestor, not expecting the movement, suddenly found that his finger had easily slid inside. A tight heat enveloped his digit and he stared at Glorfindel in surprise. Recalling Thranduil's advice, he probed the tight passage cautiously and then crooked his finger, trying to find the hidden gland that would bring the blond so much pleasure.
Glorfindel bit his bottom lip, feeling Erestor's finger move inside him. His lover was actually trying to locate his sweet spot! "Showed you?" he repeated, slowly.
"Aye, they made love for me," said Erestor, blushing. "Thranduil showed me what to do."
Lust flashed through Glorfindel at hearing Erestor's words. "You watched them make love?" Oh, his hard flesh twitched in delight as he tried to picture that scene.
"I did." Erestor pulled back, growing frustrated now that he had been unsuccessful in locating his lover's hidden gland. Adding more oil, he placed two fingers at Glorfindel's entrance. Looking at the blond, he waited for permission.
Glorfindel blinked, realizing that his lover wanted his permission first, and he nodded eagerly. "Don't stop now..."
Nodding, Erestor gently slid two fingers inside and stretched his lover. Unexpectedly Glorfindel groaned and pushed back.
"Ah, yes!" Glorfindel smiled adoringly at his lover when one of Erestor's fingertips brushed against his sweet spot. "Again, please..."
Erestor happily obliged and gently rubbed the nub, relieved that he had managed to find the gland.
Panting softly, Glorfindel tried to push down on his lover's fingers, but then stopped. He didn't want to come yet. "Take me," he whispered, pleadingly. He stared at Erestor in disbelief when his lover shook his head, removing his fingers. "What?"
Erestor coated another finger and then returned with three. He was beginning to feel nervous now. Glorfindel felt incredibly tight and he wondered how he could ever bury himself in his lover's body.
Glorfindel writhed in impending ecstasy, wishing Erestor would have mercy on him. "I am more than ready, Lirimaer."
Erestor instinctively knew Glorfindel was right and poured a generous amount of oil over his erection, stroking once to make sure every part of him was covered. Now that he had come so far, he was beginning to waver. Glorfindel was just too tight; there was no way the blond could take him! How had Elrond managed to accommodate Thranduil? The half-Elf hadn't been in any pain.
After curling his fingers around his throbbing erection, he positioned himself against his lover's slippery entrance. He helped the blond support his legs, when Glorfindel wrapped them around his waist.
"Take me!" Urgency now sounded in Glorfindel's voice and he barely refrained from stroking himself to completion. Raising his head, he pleadingly looked at Erestor. "Now..."
Erestor's hard flesh nudged against his lover's entrance, but in the end, he pulled back, bowed his head in shameful defeat and almost burst into tears. "I cannot do it. I am afraid I will hurt you."
Glorfindel sighed worriedly and sat upright. Erestor was kneeling in front of him and the dark eyes were swimming with tears. "You have stretched me, prepared me. I am more than ready. Erestor, you won't hurt me."
"Please forgive me, but I cannot do this. I cannot fit in there; it is impossible and I would end up hurting you." Tears threatened to leave his eyes. "I am so sorry that I have disappointed you. I really thought I could do this, but... you are so tight and..."
Glorfindel decided it was time to take action or Erestor would end up in tears. "Lie down, Lirimaer, let me do this for you."
Erestor's eyes widened, but he complied at once. Lying down, he found himself flat on his back with Glorfindel straddling his hips. He couldn't stop staring at the blond, who positioned himself over his erection.
Glorfindel smiled warmly and eagerly entwined his fingers with Erestor's when the dark-haired beauty reached for him.
Erestor's heart missed a beat when Glorfindel began to lower himself onto his shaft. "I cannot believe... you are... doing this!" Speech was becoming incredibly difficult now that this velvet-like glove surrounded him. His eyes filled with warmth and love for his lover, whose buttocks now settled in his lap. How was it possible that Glorfindel had taken him to the hilt?
"I told you I was ready," remarked Glorfindel teasingly, as he slid his arms beneath Erestor's back to pull him close. Remaining motionless, he relished the moment and imprinted the look on Erestor's face in his mind. He had never seen such rapture on his lover's face before.
Erestor, afraid to move, waited for Glorfindel to take the initiative. "What do we do now?"
"Now you make love to me." Using his tight hold on his lover, he rolled Erestor atop of him. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of Erestor's filling him. "Move, Lirimaer. Do not leave me like this."
Erestor thrust cautiously, uncertain of how much power he should use. The sigh that left Glorfindel's lips made him claim them and his tongue dived into the hot cavern, dueling wildly.
"Har...der..." groaned Glorfindel when Erestor briefly released his lips. He needed more; more friction, more stimulation, and he needed it hard. Being on the receiving end was way more pleasurable than he had thought, and now that his lover brushed his sweet spot with each stroke, he was slowly losing control. Pushing back, he tried to speed up their rhythm.
Erestor took his lover's hint and thrust harder. Intertwining their fingers, he made slow love to the blond.
Unable to keep back any longer, Glorfindel threw back his head, arched his hips and gave into ecstasy. "Ai... nîn amdir... harder... and again... again... oh, yes... harrrrrdeerrrrrr!" He released a strangled moan, reaching orgasm and after tensing, his body relaxed, sated.
Erestor had grown motionless during Glorfindel's climax and now his eyes widened, feeling the blond's muscle contract around him. "Glorfindel... what... is... this? I... I... Oh..." Buried to the hilt, he tumbled over the edge, coming hard and releasing his seed deep inside his lover's body. "Oh...." Collapsing atop of his lover, he clung to Glorfindel.
Glorfindel quickly wrapped his arms around Erestor and whispered words of reassurance. "Just ride it out. Do not try to stop these feelings. Enjoy them." Rubbing Erestor's back, he planted an adoring kiss on his lover's hair.
Trembling with ecstasy, Erestor followed his lover's advice and enjoyed the pleasant sensations that were coursing through his body. "I love you... nîn faer."
Wrapped in the other's arms, Glorfindel soothingly stroked Erestor's hair. He could feel his lover soften inside him and he moaned at the loss when Erestor's sex slipped from his body.
Curling around Erestor, Glorfindel held him protectively. "I do not know what to say. Words cannot express the feelings I have for you."
"Then let us be quiet instead." Erestor rested his head on Glorfindel's chest, enjoying its up-and-down movement. The silence was more than comfortable; it was reassuring. They didn't need words to know how deep their love was.
Glorfindel realized they should clean up or else they might end up stuck together, but he didn't want to release his lover just yet. Listening to Erestor's deep and steadying breathing, he realized the raven-haired Elf had fallen asleep. "Sleep tight, nîn bellas, and may Elbereth always watch over you."
Pyn-neth = young ones
nîn faer = my soul/spirit.
Elrond, who was selecting some sweets to take to his rooms with him, looked up when Legolas entered the kitchen, asking for water and hot tea. One of the maids complied and asked the blond to wait. As Legolas hadn't noticed him yet, Elrond got a good chance to study the younger Elf.
For the most part Legolas' features mirrored Thranduil's, but there was one great difference; the thoughtful azure eyes. Where Thranduil's eyes were feline and emerald, Legolas' were as blue as the sea.
He decided to reveal his presence and walked up to the younger Elf. "Greetings, Legolas. I hope you had a pleasant time at the Bruinen?" And now that he thought about it, where was Elrohir? Elladan had patrol duty, but he had expected Elrohir to join them for dinner.
Legolas blinked at seeing the half-Elf. He had never been a good liar and Elrond would probably realize that he wasn't telling the truth. Was there a way out? "Elrohir is resting. He was a tad tired," Legolas replied eventually. "He asked for some hot tea and I will deliver it to his room before turning in for the night myself." He complimented himself on not lying; he had merely omitted the fact that Elrohir had caught a chill that was quickly developing into a fever.
Elrond frowned; it didn't happen often that Elrohir admitted to being tired, but maybe it was his son's way to gain Legolas' attention. He judged it best to not meddle in his son's affairs and smiled reassuringly. "I hope he will feel rested shortly. And do tell him that I expect to see him at the breakfast table." That was just to make sure nothing was wrong with his youngest son. As a parent, he would always feel protective.
Legolas accepted the tray that a maid placed on the table and thanked her. "I should return to Elrohir's rooms now," he said apologetically. He was desperate to get away from Elrond, whose piercing gaze made him feel uncomfortable. Elrohir trusted him to keep silent about his chill, but Legolas found it increasingly difficult to hide the truth from the elder half-Elf. Picking up the tray, he headed for the doorway. "I will tell him that you want to see him at breakfast."
Elrond's frown vanished and a smug grin appeared instead. Picking up his own tray with wine and sweets, he headed for his rooms, where Thranduil was eagerly awaiting his return.
Elrohir was shivering beneath the covers. Why did he have to catch a chill now, when all he wanted was to spend time with Legolas? Growing sad, he wondered if he had missed his chance to impress the blond. He was afraid that he had made a complete fool out of himself.
Sighing, he pulled the blanket closer around his trembling form. His throat felt awfully dry and he longed for the hot tea, which Legolas would hopefully bring shortly.
He did feel like a complete failure for contracting this chill. He had planned on entertaining Legolas and making his stay very enjoyable, but this cold had sneaked up on him! Angry with himself, he closed his eyes, trying to forget just how miserable he was.
At the sound of the door opening, he peeked out from beneath half-closed eyelids. Legolas was carrying a tray and now placed it on the floor, next to the bed. The blond wavered momentarily, but then sat down on the edge of his bed.
"I brought you lemon-flavored tea." Legolas filled a cup.
Reluctantly Elrohir pushed himself into a sitting position. Reaching out, his shaky hands curled around the hot cup. After waiting for it to cool down, he sipped slowly. "Thank you."
"You are welcome," said Legolas, smiling. Raising a hand, he was about to place it against Elrohir's forehead, but not before asking, "May I?"
Elrohir nodded and grew nervous, feeling Legolas' fingertips brush his brow. "It will be some days before the fever goes down."
"How long did this chill last the last time you had it?"
"About a week." Elrohir had finished his tea and now cuddled up beneath the covers. "And I am not looking forward to being confined to bed for a whole week!"
Legolas suddenly recalled Elrond's words. "Staying in bed might prove difficult. When I was fetching your tea your father told me he expected to see you at breakfast."
"I cannot do that!" Elrohir panicked slightly. "He will instantly notice that something is wrong!" Another coughing fit overwhelmed him and he rode it out under Legolas' worried look. After regaining his breath, he tried to reassure the blond. "Do not look at me like that. It is not like I will die due to a cold."
"Are you sure?" whispered Legolas thoughtfully.
Elrohir gave the blond a startled look. "I may be half-Elven, but I won't die due to a mere chill." He wasn't planning on dying at all! But Legolas' concern deeply touched him. It meant a lot to him that the blond worried about him like that. He didn't want Legolas to leave, but he didn't have the right to take up this much of the other Elf's time. "You do not have to stay here."
"I do not mind," said Legolas shyly. His thoughts returned to Elrond's request that Elrohir be present in the morning. "Maybe you could send Elladan in your place?"
Hidden beneath the blanket, Elrohir shook his head. "That won't work. My father can easily tell us apart. Elladan would not be able to fool him, and my brother won't return for at least one more day. It is his turn to lead the border patrols this week."
Legolas didn't want to say it aloud, but he figured Elrond finding about Elrohir's chill would be a good thing. "Would you like me to stay for the night in case you grow worse? I would rather not leave you alone in this condition."
Elrohir shot him hopeful but guilty look. "I am sure you would rest more comfortably in your own rooms."
"I am not that tired," said Legolas reassuringly. "I will make myself comfortable in a chair."
Elrohir locked eyes with Legolas. "Why don't you take Elladan's bed? He won't be home tonight."
"Are you sure Elladan won't mind?"
"I am sure." Elladan would be grateful that Legolas had stayed to look after him.
Legolas moved to the twin bed next to Elrohir's and propped the pillow against the wall. Lying propped up on his side he studied the half-Elf. "What does it feel like? Having a cold?"
"I feel miserable," admitted Elrohir, growing thirsty again. "I feel cold and then hot. I cannot stop shaking and my throat feels raw."
Legolas pushed himself into an upright position again, already reaching for the water. "Would you like another drink?"
"I would love some water." Elrohir struggled free of the blankets and greedily drank the water Legolas offered him. He cherished Legolas' touch when the Elf helped him to get comfortable again. "Thank you for staying." He would have hated being alone tonight.
Legolas settled back onto Elladan's bed and gave him a warm smile. Being able to help Elrohir made him feel warm inside. "I will stay, mellon-nîn, and now go to sleep. You need to recuperate."
Hearing Legolas' voice soothed him enough to close his eyes and relax. Slowly, he surrendered to his exhaustion. But just when he was drifting off, Legolas' hands settled on either side of his face, almost shaking him.
"Open your eyes! Elrohir!"
Oops. Elrohir felt guilty as he realized what had happened. Smiling at the blond, he rested a shaky hand atop of Legolas'. "You should know that I sleep with my eyes closed. I am sorry. I did not mean to startle you." Legolas' wide eyes grew calm again and Elrohir soothingly rubbed the blond's knuckles. "Sleeping with my eyes closed is normal for me," he paused, and then added, "And for Elladan as well."
Legolas felt slightly reassured, but wasn't inclined to remove his hands from Elrohir's face. The half-Elf was close and so were those seductive lips. What am I thinking? He does not feel attracted to me. The thought saddened him, and he resigned himself to just being friends. "I won't overreact again."
"You did not know," said Elrohir. "I should have told you, but..." He had to pause again, as another coughing bout tormented his lungs. "I hate colds." Legolas' fingers combed through his hair, and after steadying his breathing, he smiled lovingly at the blond. "I will keep you awake, coughing all night long."
"As I said before, I am not that tired." Legolas smiled warmly, and regretted having to let go of the silk strands. He lay down again and resumed watching Elrohir, whose eyes were slowly closing again. Seeing those dark eyes close still made him feel apprehensive, but at least now he understood what was happening. For one terrible moment he had been afraid that half-Elves could die from colds after all!
To his surprise, he found he needed some sort of physical contact to reassure himself that Elrohir was fine. Reaching out, he managed to curl his fingers around Elrohir's right hand, which rested above the blanket. He rubbed the half-Elf's fingers, wondering about the strong attraction he felt. But he resigned himself to just being Elrohir's friend, because that was what the half-Elf wanted.
Staying awake during the night, he guarded Elrohir's restless sleep.
Glorfindel had lovingly twirled a strand of dark hair around his index finger and now enjoyed the sensation it caused against his skin. Making love with Erestor had felt incredibly right and he was so happy that his lover had been able to take this step. He doubted exchanging vows could deepen their relationship further, but he would happily make Erestor his officially. Maybe Elrond could help him organize a ceremony.
Erestor moved in his arms, sighed, and snuggled closer. During the night, his lover had rolled onto his other side, allowing the blond to spoon up behind him. Releasing the silk strand, he relished running his fingers through the raven mane, expecting his fingertips to encounter the scars at the nape of Erestor's neck.
Frowning, he brushed aside the dark hair and probed the skin. Looking closely, he realized that the scars were completely gone. A smile surfaced on his face; their love had empowered the dark-haired Elf's healing abilities and Erestor had healed eventually. "I love you, nîn ind."
Erestor's eyes slowly regained their awareness and he sighed, hearing Glorfindel's whispered words. Turning around in the blond's embrace, he dotingly looked at the Elda. He brought up his arms behind Glorfindel's back and held his lover close. "I love you too, nîn faer." Waking up in the blond's arms felt divine.
"Thank you for trusting me the way you did." Glorfindel returned to play with the raven strands, wondering if he should tell Erestor that the scars were gone. But their silence was comfortable and he decided to mention it later, once he braided Erestor's hair. "We should take a bath."
Erestor nodded, but didn't want to let go of his lover. His gaze moved to the window, realizing it was still night. Ithil still rode the dark sky and it would be several hours before Arien rose.
Glorfindel broke their embrace, slid out of bed and extended his hand. "Come with me. I will prepare a warm bath and afterwards we will snuggle up together."
Hearing it phrased like that, Erestor couldn't resist. He quickly rose to his feet and allowed his lover to lead him into the bathroom.
Some time during the night Legolas' worry increased. Violent coughs and tremors wracked the half-Elf's body and at times the eyes opened, only to close again. Sitting upright, he reached out and placed his hand on Elrohir's brow. He hissed at the heat that seeped into his fingertips. It felt like his charge was burning up.
"Elrohir? Elrohir!" He tried to awaken him, but Elrohir mumbled incoherently in his sleep.
Legolas frowned; he no longer felt comfortable keeping this a secret. Elrond had a right to know that Elrohir wasn't well. "I am sorry to betray your trust, but I cannot let this continue, meldir. A few hours ago you were alert and healthy, but now you are growing worse fast. I need to tell your father."
Elrohir didn't react to his words and Legolas rose from the bed. The last time he had seen his father, Thranduil had been moving his belongings to Elrond's rooms, so he decided to head for the half-Elf's quarters. He would have preferred to talk to his father first, but now he would go straight to Elrond.
"There is someone at the door," remarked Thranduil, lying propped up in Elrond's bed. He was enjoying a honey-covered sweet and was not inclined to leave his warm nest. Elrond on the other hand, still needed to undress as the half-Elf had been answering some letters. "Would you get it?"
Elrond, amused, glanced at the blond beauty in his bed. He still regretted wasting all these centuries by being angry with his lover. Indulging the blond, he walked to the doorway and opened the door. "Legolas?" He was rather surprised to see the younger Elf on his doorstep. The worried expression on Legolas' face made him feel apprehensive. "Is anything wrong?" Why else would Legolas seek him out at this late hour?
Legolas nervously shuffled his feet and averted his eyes. With every passing moment he felt guiltier. "May I come inside?" He didn't want to inform Elrond that his son was ill whilst standing in the corridor.
Hearing his son's voice, Thranduil's brow furrowed. "Legolas, is that you?" He wrapped a sheet around his waist and got to his feet, whilst Legolas walked over to one of the chairs near the balcony. Oh, he knew the expression in his son's eyes; it usually meant trouble.
Legolas cleared his throat, not looking forward to this. Glancing at his father, he was nearly overcome by amusement, seeing Thranduil clutch his sheet close. But he quickly sobered again. Meeting Elrond's eyes shyly, he said, "It is about Elrohir."
Elrond's heart missed a beat. "Is something wrong with my son?" He didn't like the way Legolas was dodging his gaze. He barely refrained from storming out of his rooms in search of his youngest son.
"When we were at the Bruinen, he contracted a chill," said Legolas. His features contorted briefly. "He asked me not to tell you, but I grew worried, sitting with him. He feels so hot and I cannot get used to seeing him sleep with his eyes closed." After drawing in a deep breath, he made eye contact with Elrond. "I could not keep quiet, seeing him suffer like that. I do not want him to be in any pain."
Elrond shook his head. "What was he thinking? He should have told me!" Locking gazes with Legolas, his tone softened. "You did the right thing in coming here. Thank Elbereth that you listened to your common sense instead of my thick-headed son!"
Legolas swallowed hard. "Is there anything you can do to help him?"
"I will check on him -now-," said Elrond determinedly.
"I am coming with you!" said Legolas at once, but then shied back. "If I may."
Elrond nodded once and then looked at his lover. "Are you coming along as well?" Seeing Thranduil nod, he added, "Get dressed first and then join us in the twins' rooms. I cannot have you wander around only wearing that sheet!"
Thranduil had the grace to blush weakly. "Go on, I will catch up with you later." He briefly wanted to ask Legolas to stay, but the concern on his son's face kept him back. When Elrond had told him about Elrohir's crush, he had hoped Legolas would develop feelings for the young half-Elf and now he was fairly sure his son had fallen in love as well.
Legolas tagged along after Elrond, who now rushed from the room. The ruler of Imladris was muttering to himself and Legolas tried to stay in the background.
When they reached the twins' rooms, Elrond rushed inside, not bothering to knock. He cursed privately, seeing his son's sweat-covered brow. "By the Grace of the Valar, what were you thinking?" He headed for the bed and placed his hand on his son's brow. "Oh, Elrohir, you are burning up!" Looking over his shoulder, he addressed Legolas. "Go to the healing house and ask one of the healers to gather the medical herbs that will bring down his fever and drive the cold from his body. Go!"
Legolas came to life and immediately ran down the corridor, grateful that Elrohir had shown him around earlier. At least now he knew the way around!
Elrond peeled the blanket from his son's damp body and checked his pulse. "Elrohir? Can you hear me?" He took hold of his son's shoulders and shook him gently, trying to wake him.
Elrohir's eyes reluctantly opened. A big, dark form appeared in front of him, and it took him a moment to identify it, expecting to see Legolas instead. "Ada?" What was his father doing here?
"Why must you always be this stubborn? You take care of everyone except yourself. Well, it looks like Legolas and I have to do it for you."
"Lego...las... Where is he?" He tried to look past his father, but his vision was becoming increasingly blurry.
"I sent him to gather healing herbs," explained Elrond, who looked over his shoulder at the doorway when Thranduil entered. "Would you ask one of the servants to bring hot water for tea?"
Thranduil, grateful he could help, nodded once and instructed a maid to bring the hot water. Then he returned to Elrohir's room, coming to a halt behind Elrond. Cocking his head, he took in Elrohir's rumpled appearance, and the sight made him wonder. Until now he had never really considered the fact that Elrond was half-Elven. "Elrond, can you catch a chill as well?"
Elrond looked up at the blond. "It is possible."
"Then you should not be tending to him. If you catch a cold we will have to nurse you back to health as well. Why don't you tell me what to do and Legolas and I will tend to Elrohir?"
"That won't be necessary," said Elrond dismissively. Rationally, Thranduil was right, but he wasn't going to leave his son's side. "It wouldn't have been this bad if he had come directly to me."
"But he didn't. At least let me help then."
"I think Legolas will want to do that and I do not want the room crowded."
Thranduil sighed, giving in. "Suit yourself."
The argument was ended when Legolas returned, carrying several leather pouches. He placed them on the floor next to Elrond and then stood back, watching eagerly as Elrond sorted out the herbs.
Thranduil walked over to the door when the maid appeared, and carried the hot water over to the bed where he helped Elrond add the right herbs to the water. He stirred it, helping the herbs release their healing potential. "Legolas, sit down on the bed and help Elrohir sit upright." He knew Elrond was dying to help Elrohir, but he wanted to limit the risk of his lover contracting a cold as well.
Elrond briefly glared at Thranduil, but then realized why his lover was acting in this way; Thranduil was concerned for his health. That realization made him give in.
Legolas sat down, pulled Elrohir into a sitting position and then supported the half-Elf.
Elrond placed the cup, filled with the healing essence, against his son's lips and encouraged Elrohir to sip.
Elrohir, barely coherent due to the fever, swallowed instinctively. After emptying the cup, he rested his head against Legolas' shoulder, relishing the other's closeness.
"If you tell me what to do I will stay with him and watch over him," offered Legolas, friendly but determined.
Elrond and Thranduil exchanged a knowing glance. Although he worried about his son, Elrond smiled warmly. "I will take you up on your offer." Legolas' relieved sigh told him how sincere the younger Elf was. "He must stay in bed, keep warm, and make sure he drinks a cup of this tea every hour. If he is thirsty give him water. I will check on him in the morning."
Locking gazes with Elrohir, Elrond added, "And we will talk once you feel better. You should know better than to neglect a chill. I cannot understand why you did not come to me! But we will discuss that later. Elrohir, you must take better care of yourself. Take the time to recover."
Elrohir nodded, although he wasn't sure what his father had just said. Elrond's words sounded distorted. His eyes began to close and he slipped back into sleep, resting comfortably against Legolas. The blond felt soft in the right places and he cuddled up to him.
Legolas nervously peeked at Elrond, wondering what the ruler of Imladris was thinking, but he relaxed slightly, seeing the amused and approving expression on the elder half-Elf's face.
"He looks extremely comfortable," commented Thranduil, enjoying seeing Legolas squirm at his words. He couldn't remember seeing that particular expression on his son's face before. Wasn't it ironic that his youngest would fall for Elrond's youngest son?
"Stay with him," said Elrond, rising to his feet. "Use fresh herbs to make more tea and do not hesitate to call for me, should Elrohir grow worse. But I expect him to sleep peacefully for the rest of the night now that he has drunk this healing tea. It should bring down his fever rather quickly."
Legolas wondered if Elrond expected him to move away from Elrohir. After all, Elrohir was Elrond's son and he would probably like to sit in his place and hold his son.
"No, stay," said Elrond, raising his hand, reading Legolas' expression. "No need to wake him now. You will have to wake him anyway when it is time for his herbal tea."
Thranduil tucked the blanket back around Elrohir's form and exchanged a smile with his son. "Take good care of him, Legolas."
"I will, Ada." Legolas smiled, realizing Elrohir fitted perfectly in his arms. Watching the two elder Elves leave, he sighed contented. Now that Elrohir was in his arms, he didn't want to let go ever again.
Legolas watched Elrohir closely and made sure the half-Elf drank the healing tea regularly. At some time during the night Elrond checked on them, peeking around the door, but seeing Elrohir fast asleep and Legolas alert, he closed the door again to let his son rest.
Looking out of the window, Legolas found that Arien was rising and he hoped that her warm beams would lure Elrohir from his sleep. He still had to admit to the half-Elf that he had betrayed his trust and told Elrond. But he hoped Elrohir would understand he had been worried about his health and forgive him.
"Mornin'," said Elrohir in a hoarse tone. Legolas' big eyes revealed the blond's surprise at finding him awake and Elrohir smiled reassuringly. He cherished the touch when Legolas brushed some stray locks from his face. "Did you really stay all night long?" And why did he recall seeing his father at his bedside?
Legolas nodded once and smiled shyly. "I did." He moistened his lips and then reluctantly continued, "During the night your fever grew worse and I... I told your father."
"Ah, that is why I remember seeing him in my dreams." Elrohir sighed, realizing that Legolas had acted out of concern; he couldn't possibly be cross with the blond. "Was my father angry with me for not telling him?"
"He was not pleased, I can tell you that!" Legolas tried for an amused tone, and when Elrohir smiled, he felt relieved that the half-Elf was not angry with him. "I was so worried about you! You told me that you sleep with your eyes closed, but when the fever worsened, I was afraid you might die after all." The realization that he wanted to wrap his arms around the half-Elf reminded him once more of the fact that he was falling for Elrohir and he regretted the distance between them.
Elrohir, who had grown warm, pushed back the covers. Even his sleeping robe felt hot. "I am surprised my father is not here right now."
"Well, that might be -my- father's doing," offered Legolas apologetically. "He was rather concerned that Elrond might catch a cold as well, so he was eager to get your father back to his rooms. I offered to watch over you, which he approved of."
Elrohir, still feeling slightly light-headed and fuzzy due to his fever, mumbled, "He is not the only one who approved." Even in his foggy state of mind, Legolas' frown registered. Oops, had he said that aloud? Oh well... maybe he could blame it on his fever.
"Elrohir, what did you mean by that?" Legolas, seated on the edge of the bed, leaned in closer to study Elrohir's widening eyes. Suddenly he felt like he was missing something.
Elrohir felt torn; should he confess up or continue to hide his attraction? In the end, exhaustion made his decision for him. He just didn't have the energy to hide his feelings any longer. "I -like- you," he whispered, barely audible. "A lot."
Legolas momentarily forgot to breathe, hearing those words. "I like you too, Elrohir." His heart fluttered madly in his chest, but he was afraid to hope Elrohir's words might mean more. "A lot."
Elrohir and Legolas stared at another, searching the other's eyes. In the end, it was Elrohir who could no longer bear the tension between them. "I have fallen in love with you," he said, sucking in his breath, afraid of Legolas' reaction. His heart would most certainly break if the blond rejected him! And the fever was making him even more emotional! "I tried to fight it, because your father and my father are lovers and I thought I should love you like a brother and not..." Raving, he averted his eyes. He really didn't want to hear Legolas' reaction; the rejection that would shortly follow.
Legolas was doing his best to fully understand what Elrohir had just admitted to him. "You are in love with me?" His greatest wish was quickly becoming reality!
"Aye, it started the moment I met you. I never really believed in love at first sight, but my feelings proved me wrong." Elrohir couldn't believe he was telling Legolas how he felt. "But I know you do not feel the same way about me, so—" He didn't get a chance to end his sentence as Legolas interrupted him.
"But... how do you know I do not feel the same way about you?" Legolas beamed with happiness and smiled giddily at the half-Elf.
"Because... look at you and then at me. I do not compare to you..."
Legolas' heart contracted painfully in his chest. Was this just about his looks? If it was, his heart would break.
Elrohir instinctively took hold of the blond's hands and moistened his chapped lips. How he wished he could have a drink of water before delivering his admission. "There is a light inside you that I never witnessed before and it comes from caring about others. You accepted my father and me in your life when you did not have to. You escorted me home, put me to bed and even now you are still here, taking care of me."
Legolas remained quiet. So far Elrohir hadn't managed to convince him that this was really love and not just lust or infatuation.
"Legolas," Elrohir started again, his mouth now dry and his throat hurting, "We have so much in common! Your mother sailed for Valinor and so did mine! You have an older brother, so do I! And let us not forget that our fathers are lovers, which is just another factor that binds us!" He actually managed to draw a chuckle from Legolas and he sighed, relieved. Maybe he still had a chance if he played his cards right! "Legolas, do you really have feelings for me?"
Legolas reluctantly nodded his head. "But I am afraid to act on them."
"Why?"
Realizing how hoarse and raw Elrohir's voice was, Legolas filled a cup with water and handed it to the half-Elf, who sipped slowly after shooting him a grateful look. "Because I... do not trust or believe easily."
"Why?" Elrohir frowned, seeing Legolas shift nervously on the bed.
"I had... suitors before. Male and female, and they told me how much they loved me. But when I probed deeper they either were in love with my looks or wanted to gain more influence at my father's court. I learned to be cautious." The look of startled disbelief on Elrohir's face surprised him. "Something like that has never happened to you?"
"Legolas, you are my first... love. I never had these kinds of feelings before and no one ever proclaimed to have them for me." Elrohir shook his head in disbelief. "It never occurred to me that you might feel... cautious around me."
"I must admit that I was relieved when you did not make a pass at me," said Legolas, putting down the now empty cup. "But I must also confess that I soon regretted that you kept your distance and only wanted to be friends. I never felt drawn to someone in that way before and I am glad you feel the same way." Blushing, he weakly squeezed Elrohir's hand.
"I would like to give this a chance... when I am feeling better," Elrohir said with a tired smile.
Legolas, feeling shy, looked and slowly nodded his head. "I want to get to know you better as well."
"No pressure," said Elrohir reassuringly. "We will take things slowly."
Legolas nodded, feeling thankful. "I would like that too."
Feeling utterly drained, Elrohir closed his eyes. "I am afraid I am going to fall asleep again... I do not want to, but..."
Legolas lovingly brushed a strand of waywaird hair back behind Elrohir's ear and smiled as he continued to watch over his new love, who was quickly dozing off.
Erestor followed Glorfindel into the dining room where Elrond and Thranduil were already eating breakfast. He frowned at seeing the dark circles beneath the half-Elf's eyes and asked, "Did something happen last night that I am unaware of?" Sitting down next to Glorfindel, he studied Elrond.
Elrond placed his knife on the plate and nodded once. "Aye, but I did not deem it necessary to worry you about it."
"What happened?" asked Glorfindel, placing freshly baked bread and a slice of cheese on his plate.
"Elrohir caught a chill and tried to hide it from me," said Elrond with a sigh. "But I already checked on him. I expect him to be back on his feet within the week."
Erestor did worry, however. "Could I visit him later? Or would you prefer that he rests?"
"You may visit," said Elrond, chuckling softly. "But I suggest you do not try to nurse him back to health. Legolas would not like that idea."
"Legolas?" Glorfindel was beginning to feel lost.
"Elrohir is in love with Legolas," said Elrond.
"And I know my son well enough to recognize the warmth in his eyes when he looks at Elrohir," added Thranduil, amused. "We should disturb them as little as possible, to give them a chance to get to know another."
Erestor grinned smugly. "I just knew it." Seeing Elrond and Thranduil's questioning glances, he added, "I suspected as much, but I was not sure. I will keep my visits limited then."
Elrond smiled, shaking his head. "You could have told me."
But Erestor didn't agree. "I did not want to interfere. Love usually finds a way when it is supposed to be."
Glorfindel's face radiated love when Erestor squeezed his knee under the table. That reminded him he was supposed to ask Elrond a favor. After clearing his throat, he drew in a deep breath and looked at his old friend. "Erestor and I want to exchange vows. We want to marry officially. Would Thranduil and you be our witnesses?"
Pleased, Elrond released an approving gasp. "Of course! But you should invite Elrohir and Elladan as well. The two of you always were very important to them and they greatly care about you." Elrond was rather sure that his sons wouldn't forgive them for not including them when exchanging vows.
Erestor nodded and then exchanged a look with Glorfindel. The blond nodded as well and Erestor said, "We will wait one week, and when Elrohir feels better we will exchange our vows. Elladan and Legolas are also invited."
"We will be there," replied Elrond, placing his hand atop his lover's. Maybe in future they would want to exchange vows as well.
Elladan was glad to be returning home. Some uncanny feeling had haunted him since leaving his twin behind in Imladris and he was eager to be reunited with his brother. For some reason he felt worried and he needed to make sure Elrohir was fine.
He dismounted, told the stable hand to attend to his horse, and headed for his rooms. He was desperate to take a bath and change into a fresh set of clothes. Opening the door to his rooms, he halted abruptly, seeing Legolas hold Elrohir whilst his brother was asleep. A wicked grin surfaced on his face. It looked like Elrohir had been successful in his quest to conquer the blond's heart.
Startled, Legolas looked at the doorway. Seeing Elladan grin at him, he wondered how to react to the twin's presence. His growing nervousness made him explain quickly. "Your brother caught a chill and I offered to sit with him after Elrond left."
"A chill?" Elladan walked over to his twin, and after pulling a chair close to the bed, he sat down. Studying his brother, he couldn't repress a chuckle. "The last time this happened we were Elflings!"
"We went swimming and the water of the Bruinen was cold," offered Legolas. "I never realized he could catch a chill."
"It will pass within the week. I had a few chills myself and although they made me feel miserable, they will pass."
Legolas arched an eyebrow. "Elladan? Should you be in here then? If you can catch it as well..."
"I could move into some guest rooms," said Elladan, shrugging. He wondered if Legolas' inquiry was made out of worry or the desire to be alone with Elrohir. Elladan's grin broadened. "I will just collect some of my clothes then." Oh, he didn't plan to interfere in this matter! If Elrohir wanted to be with Legolas, he was happy to oblige!
Whilst collecting his belongings, he watched Legolas closely. The blond brushed hair from Elrohir's face and at times whispered softly. In the end, curiosity got the better of him. "You look like you greatly care about him." Legolas' eyes darted wildly, as if hesitant to make eye contact with him. Interesting.
Legolas nervously cleared his throat. There was no way out of this. Sooner or later he had to tell Elladan. "Elrohir told me he is in love with me and I... I feel the same way about him." Averting his eyes, he tightened his hold on his charge, as if drawing strength from the trembling form resting in his arms.
Elladan correctly interpret the look in Legolas' eyes. "Don't be afraid that I will meddle in this affair. I want Elrohir to be happy as well."
Legolas sighed, relieved. He hadn't been sure that Elladan would approve. "Elrohir and I want to take this slow."
"Good." Elladan headed for the bed, carrying a bag with clothes in his hand. Briefly, he reached out and rubbed his twin's brow, which still felt clammy and hot. "You have taken good care of him so far. I trust you to continue to look after him."
"I will," vowed Legolas, looking deeply into Elladan's eyes.
Satisfied, Elladan smiled, whispered words of love to his brother and then headed for the doorway. Closing the door behind him, he hoped Elrohir and Legolas would be happy.
Elrond quietly opened the door to his sons' rooms and entered soundlessly. He smiled, finding both Elves asleep. Legolas must have given in to exhaustion at one point, but he was still tightly holding Elrohir in his sleep.
Reassured that his youngest son was recovering, he closed the door behind him. He addressed one of the servants and told him to bring more hot water to his sons' rooms so Elrohir could continue to drink of the healing tea.
Walking down the corridor, he peeked into his study, finding Glorfindel and Erestor working their way through a pile of papers; the backlog of these last few weeks. He continued his walk, heading for his rooms, where Thranduil was waiting for him.
Now that Elrohir couldn't lead the border control, Thranduil had offered to take over and Elrond wanted to say goodbye to his lover. It was amazing; Thranduil wasn't gone yet and he already missed him!
Entering his rooms, he found his lover girding on his sword. He was reminded of that one shameful moment when he had thought Thranduil had attacked Elladan.
He really didn't want his lover to leave, but duty called and it meant a lot to him that Thranduil was willing to help protect Imladris.
Thranduil turned around and met his lover's stormy eyes. He knew Elrond didn't want him to leave, but he refused to let the half-Elf lead the patrols instead. Imladris needed Elrond safe and sound in the Last Homely House. "Do not worry about me. I will be back in a few days."
Elrond nodded and forced himself to smile. "Promise me to be careful."
"There have been no sightings of Orcs for quite some time now, and even if they dared attack, they would find me more than they can handle. I disarmed you, didn't I?"
Thranduil's words slightly reassured Elrond. "Just be careful."
"I promise." Thranduil planted a possessive kiss on his lover's lips and then marched out of the room.
Hurry back to me, thought Elrond, his heart contracting in pain. Always come back to me!
Elrohir dotingly looked at Legolas, obediently eating the small pieces of fruit the blond was feeding him. He wasn't sure if it was due to his father's healing tea or Legolas' excellent care - probably a combination of both - but he was beginning to feel better.
Legolas offered him a slice of an orange, and as he wrapped his tongue around it, he accidentally licked the blond's index finger as well. To his surprise, Legolas blushed fiercely and muttered something unintelligible. "Sorry," Elrohir whispered, realizing Legolas was feeling shy. "I did not do it on purpose."
Legolas offered him a weak smile. "This is going to be awkward."
"In what way?"
"You are my first lover and, from what you told me, you are untouched as well. It makes me wonder if either of us knows what we are doing."
"Oh, do not worry about that! I am sure we will figure everything out." Elrohir felt lost staring into the azure eyes. "Aiya, the way you make me feel..."
Legolas chuckled softly. "You are doing the same thing to me."
Elrohir raised a hand and buried his fingers in the flaxen hair. Legolas was right. Neither of them knew what to do. But that does not matter. The only thing that matters is that we love one another.
Two days later, Elrond finally allowed Elrohir to leave his bed for the first time. Elrohir wasn't sure how he felt about that; he had loved being fussed over by Legolas.
Pushing back the covers, he swung his feet to the floor whilst being closely observed by three pairs of concerned eyes; his father, Elladan and Legolas. "Stop looking at me like that... Please!" He was growing uneasy beneath their stares. "The fever is down and I no longer feel groggy!"
Legolas lowered himself and sat on his heels, gathering Elrohir's hands in his. "We are worried. We cannot help it."
"I know you are worried," said Elrohir, softly, "But I do feel better!" Momentarily forgetting his father and brother's presence, he stroked back a strand of golden hair behind Legolas' ear. "At least now you are no longer stuck with me in these rooms. Once I am back on my feet, we—"
Elladan cut his twin short. "Don't even think about leaving our rooms yet! Ada told you to stay indoors for a few more days."
Elrond fiercely nodded his head. "You are -not- leaving these rooms, Elrohir!"
Elrohir sighed. Still holding Legolas' hands, he slowly pushed himself onto his feet.
Legolas immediately reached out to steady Elrohir if necessary, but the half-Elf seemed to have recovered nicely and was steady on his feet. Somewhat reassured, Legolas walked beside Elrohir when the half-Elf headed for the bathroom. After closing the door behind his charge, he turned and looked at Elrond. "He is getting better."
"He is." Elrond still felt slightly disappointed that Elrohir hadn't confided in him about the chill, but realized his son had had his reasons for keeping quiet. But that didn't mean he wouldn't lecture Elrohir about it when his son had recovered. "Continue to keep an eye on him, Legolas. Elrohir always worries about others, but tends to neglect himself."
"I will watch over him," said Legolas, smiling. The bemused looks he was getting made him worry that their love was no longer a secret. Had Elladan and Elrond realized Elrohir and he were in love? Legolas blushed and wrung his hands behind his back.
Elrond moistened his lips, sensing Legolas' discomfort. Now that Elrohir wasn't close, he decided to address this matter. "I assume Elrohir told you that he is in love with you?"
"I suspected you knew," whispered Legolas, feeling ill at ease.
Elrond raised a hand and rested it on Legolas' shoulder. "Elrohir came to me a few days ago and admitted he had lost his heart to you. For one moment I feared his feelings were one-sided, but it seems you feel the same way about him -- or am I wrong?"
"You are right," admitted Legolas. His gaze shifted from Elrond to Elladan. "But I do not feel very confident about courting him. I would like your blessing first. I want both of you to approve of this relationship before it deepens."
Elrond squeezed Legolas' shoulder gently. "You have my blessing, Legolas. And I very much approve of the choice of Elrohir's heart. You will be good for him."
Legolas breathed a relieved sigh, hearing Elrond's words, but he still had to face Elladan. Looking at the half-Elf, he said, "I know Elrohir and you are close and I do not want to come between you, but... I love him."
Elladan could tell by the expression in Legolas' eyes that the blond wasn't sure of his reaction. Elladan smiled warmly and nodded once. "It was love at first sight for Elrohir. I know, because I was there when he admitted his feelings for you. Make him happy, Legolas, for he deserves to be happy. And don't ever hurt him, because if you do, you will answer to me."
Legolas paled, but then saw the wicked grin on Elladan's face. "Uhm, and I think Valthoron will be rather upset if Elrohir hurt me," said Legolas, teasingly. "That is what older brothers are like, aren't they?"
Elladan laughed warmly and exchanged a pleased look with his father.
Elrond smiled as well and headed for the bathroom when Elrohir appeared in the doorway.
Elrohir, having heard Elladan laugh, narrowed his eyes and stared questioningly at his brother. Had something happened during his short stay in the bathroom? Then his gaze drifted to Legolas and he felt relieved, seeing the grin on the blond's face; Elrohir instantly knew everything was well.
After allowing his father to escort him to one of the chairs next to the window, he sat down. "It is rather crowded in here. Don't you think so, Legolas?"
Elrond and Elladan chuckled softly. "That is our hint to leave," said Elladan, pleased that the attraction between his brother and Legolas was mutual.
"But do not get -too- comfortable," said Elrond, wickedly, "I will check on you later. Both of you had better behave!"
Elrohir grinned, seeing the blush on Legolas' face. "I cannot guarantee we will!"
Elrond and Elladan left the room, both shaking their head in mock annoyance.
Elrohir signaled for Legolas to sit with him and after the blond had seated himself on the windowsill, he gathered his companion's hands in his. "I thought they would never leave."
"But they are right. You should rest."
"Oh, I will, provided you will stay here with me."
Legolas gave Elrohir a radiant smile. "Oh, I will..."
The week had passed quickly and now Elrohir was getting himself ready to attend the ceremony that would officially bind Erestor and Glorfindel. When he had heard about their plans he had been extremely pleased and happy for both of them. And when Erestor had asked him to help him get ready, he had eagerly accepted. But he still regretted having to leave Legolas' side, even if it only was for a few hours.
Elladan had offered to take the blond under his wing and his twin had taken Legolas for a ride, showing him more of Imladris. Elrohir sighed; Legolas and Elladan had only been gone for a few minutes and he already missed both of them.
Knocking on the door to Glorfindel's rooms, he grinned, hearing the nervous edge to Erestor's tone when his former mentor told him to enter. Elrohir stepped inside and closed the door behind him. A bemused laugh escaped him, seeing the state Erestor was in.
The elder Elf stood in front of the dressing table, wrapped in towels. His hair was a tangled mess and confusion shone from his eyes. Staying calm, Elrohir advanced on his friend.
"I do not know where to start," said Erestor, pointing at himself.
"Let us attend to your hair first. Sit down." Elrohir waited for Erestor to seat himself in front of the mirror and then reached for brush and comb. Glorfindel had asked him to make sure Erestor wore the golden circlet and the flower-shaped beads in his hair, and Elrohir had happily assured the Elda that he would take care of it.
Untangling the raven mass of hair, he glanced at Erestor's reflection in the mirror. "You seem nervous, meldir."
"I am," admitted Erestor in a hoarse tone. "I am afraid that Glorfindel will realize he is making a mistake and will reconsider. I know I am driving myself crazy that way, but a part of me still cannot believe he wants to spend the rest of his life with me."
Elrohir smiled reassuringly. "Erestor, Glorfindel loves you. And in your heart you know that. You just need to hear Glorfindel say it a few more times." Now that he had untangled the dark mane, he began to weave the flower-shaped beads into Erestor's hair. "Speaking of Glorfindel, where is he?"
"Elrond offered to keep him company until the ceremony takes place. I am so nervous that I was making him nervous in turn!" Erestor fidgeted with a corner of a towel. "It is just... I still expect Glorfindel to cancel the ceremony."
This time Elrohir remained quiet, concentrating on braiding Erestor's hair. He hoped that his former tutor would feel more confident once their vows had been exchanged. "Have you already prepared your vows?"
Erestor nodded and Elrohir barely refrained from uttering a soft curse; wayward strands of hair escaped his fingers as the braid was undone, and he had to start anew. "Keep still." The fact that Erestor managed a weak smile reassured Elrohir.
"I haven't needed to prepare any vows. I already carry them with me in my heart."
Elrohir's smile broadened. "You are a romantic soul, Erestor."
The comment made Erestor blush slightly. "No one has ever said that before."
Elrohir laughed softly. "Oh, I am sure Glorfindel will in the future." Having finished another braid, he continued to weave in the last few beads. The golden beads and circlet did suit Erestor's dark hair and brown eyes. He even thought he saw golden specks in the dark orbs.
Erestor remained motionless, and when Elrohir began to weave the circlet into his hair, his breath caught. A few weeks ago he had seen a stranger in the mirror and Glorfindel had merely smiled at hearing this. But now the happy and contented Elf that looked back even felt like him. Glorfindel truly completed him. Now that he felt happy, he was scared to lose Glorfindel. What if the Elda reconsidered and called off the ceremony? This question had tormented him for the last few hours and was the very reason why he had shooed Glorfindel from their rooms. He didn't want the blond to say the words that would take away his happiness.
Elrohir had a pretty good idea what was haunting Erestor and wished there were some magical words that would take away the Elf's fears, but there weren't any. Now that he had finished weaving the circlet into Erestor's hair, he stepped away from the dressing table and opened Glorfindel's closet. "What do you want to wear?"
Erestor slowly rose to his feet and joined the half-Elf. He pointed at the mauve robes Glorfindel loved to see him in.
"A good choice," said Elrohir, pleased. He straightened the fabric and placed the robes on the bed. Erestor had disappeared into the bathroom and emerged a few moments later, wearing a beige linen shirt that would go underneath the robes. He allowed Elrohir to help him into the robes and then let the half-Elf fuss over his hair again.
"Perfect." Elrohir nodded his head once. "Glorfindel will fall in love with you all over again. He collected a pair of soft leather boots, and whilst Erestor stepped into them, he watched the elder Elf closely.
Erestor still felt skeptical, looking into the mirror once more. It was obvious that he had changed these last few months, and that was due to everyone's apparent care. He seriously doubted he could have coped with his father's visit without everyone's help. Elrohir and Thranduil especially had made him see how much they cared about him.
And Glorfindel? The blond was a completely different matter. What he felt for Glorfindel was so deep, so unique, that his heart wept when the Elda wasn't close; like now.
"Erestor?"
Elrohir and Erestor looked at the doorway, seeing Thranduil standing there. The Elf carried a small wooden box in his right hand and when he advanced on Erestor, he presented the box to the nervous Elf. A few days ago, Erestor had come to him, asking for help, which he had happily supplied. "I hope this is was what you were looking for."
Elrohir strained to see the contents of the box when Erestor opened it, but all he caught was a flash of gold in the sunlight. Following tradition, Erestor and Glorfindel had decided to exchange wedding bands and he figured that this one was meant to go on the Elda's finger.
Erestor gasped. "Aye, it is beautiful." Smiling weakly, he looked at Thranduil. "Thank you for taking care of this for me." He had known he could count on his former protector. After slipping the small box into one of his pockets, he slowly wrapped his arms around Thranduil's shoulders. He had begun to realize that his touches and embraces were welcomed by his friends, but he still felt hesitant reaching out in this way to any other than Glorfindel.
Thranduil carefully returned the embrace, as Erestor trembled against him. "You have come such a long way, Erestor. You have made me proud."
Pulling back just enough to look at Thranduil, Erestor raised an eyebrow. The blond was still holding him close, and the expression in Thranduil's eyes was reassuring. Now that Erestor was letting his guard down, he found it easier to welcome a friend's touch. "Proud?"
Thranduil smiled warmly before addressing his former protégé. "I already felt as protective as a father when it came down to you, Erestor, but now I feel as proud as a father would of his son."
Erestor blushed fiercely. He should have known Thranduil would say something like that. "But I am not your son."
Thranduil's features contorted in displeasure. "Why do you say that?"
"It is the truth," replied Erestor, averting his eyes. Suddenly the loose embrace was becoming awkward, but Thranduil refused to release him.
Choosing his words carefully, Thranduil said, "I would be honored if you looked upon me as your father." Eridhren had been a pitiful excuse for a parent and Thranduil wanted Erestor to know that he did have a family if he wanted one. "My wife greatly cared about you and we even tried to convince your father to let us raise you. If he had agreed, you would have grown up as my son."
Elrohir beamed at hearing Thranduil's words and gently poked Erestor's side. "Do it," he whispered impatiently. Whenever Legolas mentioned Thranduil, it was with much love and admiration in his voice. Thranduil made an excellent father and Elrohir strongly suspected his former tutor did need someone in his life to fulfill that parental role.
Erestor's blush deepened. "I am not worthy of such an honor."
"Ah, but you are!" Thranduil pulled Erestor close, hugged him tight and planted a chaste kiss on the younger Elf's hair. "You are one of the kindest souls I have ever met... my son."
Hearing those last two words brought tears to Erestor's eyes. Eridhren had never called him his son and never had there been a kind and gently tone to his father's voice. Feeling emotional, he briefly rested his head on Thranduil's shoulder, relishing the feel of the powerful arms around him. A few weeks ago, being held like that would have truly upset him. "Diola lle, Adar."
Thranduil's eyes radiated pride, hearing Erestor thank him and call him father. Looking past Erestor, his gaze locked with Elrohir, who was smiling warmly.
"Come, Erestor, it is time to go to the Halls of Fire. Glorfindel will be waiting impatiently," said Elrohir, when Erestor finally stepped away from Thranduil, breaking the embrace. "It is time to speak the vows and to become one soul."
Glorfindel nervously looked at Elrond. "Would you mind checking on them? What can possibly be keeping them?" Flanked by Elrond, Elladan and Legolas, he stood in the Hall of Fire, impatiently waiting for Erestor to arrive.
"He is not late -yet-," said Elrond amused. "Do not worry, meldir. Erestor will be on time." This was a joyous day indeed. Finally two souls would become one and he was happy that Erestor and Glorfindel would live their lives united in love and understanding.
Glorfindel looked over at Elladan and whispered, "Are you sure you have the ring? You did not lose it?"
Elladan, grinning at the blond's nervousness, showed him the box, which held the ring Glorfindel intended for Erestor. "It is safe and sound."
Glorfindel shuffled his feet, wishing Erestor would hurry. His heart ached now that the other half of his soul wasn't near. He hadn't thought it possible, but being apart from Erestor hurt physically. The next time he was sent on a mission or patrol he either had to take Erestor with him -which wasn't really an option - or suffer heartbreak, being away from his dark-haired lover. Sighing deeply, his gaze shifted to the doorway, hoping Erestor would appear there any moment now.
Elrond placed his hand on the blond's arm in an effort to reassure Glorfindel. "Thranduil and Elrohir are with him. They will make sure Erestor gets here."
"What if he has had second thoughts?" Glorfindel frowned, feeling miserable. "What if he realizes..."
"Look," whispered Legolas into Glorfindel's ear. "They have arrived."
The worry faded from Glorfindel's mind, seeing his lover wearing the circlet and the mauve robes that he loved to see him in. "Erestor..." He nearly broke out into a run, wanting to wrap his arms around his lover, but Elrond's hand, resting on his arm kept him in place.
Erestor now began to blush. Elrohir and Thranduil had reassured him that Glorfindel hadn't changed his mind and now that the blond was waiting for him, he felt incredibly relieved. Glorfindel still wanted him! Swaying momentarily, he felt Thranduil rest a hand against the small of his back for support. He gave the elder Elf a thankful look and then came to a halt next to Glorfindel, who immediately offered him his hand. Erestor curled his fingers possessively around Glorfindel's and their gazes entwined.
Thranduil and Elrohir remained standing behind Erestor, just in case their charge needed their support. The Sinda Elf smiled at Elrond, exchanging a pleased look with his lover.
Elrohir's eyes were drawn to Legolas, who soundlessly moved toward him to stand at his side, slipping his hand into the half-Elf's.
Elrond cleared his throat, trying to gain the couple's attention. "Erestor? Glorfindel?" Required to remain serious, he chuckled privately, whilst keeping a straight face. The two Elves had a hard time tearing their gazes away from another to look at him.
Erestor forced his eyes away from Glorfindel and stared at Elrond. He was constantly repeating his vows mentally, afraid he would forget the words when the moment came to speak them.
Glorfindel continued to stare at Erestor. He should be focusing on Elrond as well, but he was relieved that Erestor hadn't changed his mind and still wanted to take the vows. Erestor had never looked more attractive to him; the circlet and golden beads already told everyone who wanted to know that Erestor was his, and he cherished the fact that his lover had been willing to wear them for him tonight. Ignoring Elrond, he whispered, "You look beautiful tonight, nîn amdir."
Erestor radiated warmth and affection. He gently rubbed his lover's knuckles and briefly brought Glorfindel's hand to his lips, bestowing a kiss on the back. "You are a vision too, nîn faer." Glorfindel had dressed in mint robes and wore a dark green cloak, which brought out the golden glow to his hair. "I love you..."
Elrond cleared his throat again, this time giving them a stern look. "I would like to start now."
Glorfindel chuckled softly and gave Erestor an apologetic look. "Later," he said, hinting at the upcoming night, which most certainly would be filled with passionate lovemaking. To his delight, Erestor squirmed next to him, already craving that intimacy.
Elrond raised an eyebrow, hoping they would finally let him proceed. Taking Glorfindel's nod as his cue, he said, "The Hall of Fire is always warm, always bright, and when I look upon the two of you, I see warmth and fire in your gazes and touches. A fiery love binds the two of you, which started as a fragile spark - which could have easily been smothered by the past. But instead it grew stronger and blazed radiantly."
Erestor's gaze met Glorfindel's again and their fingers remained tightly entwined.
Elrond continued, realizing he wouldn't have their full attention during this ceremony. They were too focused on one another... and wasn't that the way it should be? "Both of you prepared vows. Who wants to speak them first?"
Erestor nodded quickly, still scared he might forget the words. "May I go first?"
Glorfindel smiled indulgently. "Of course."
Erestor swallowed past the lump that had formed in his throat. "Glorfindel, I thought long and hard about what to say, and always the same words tumbled from my lips. I love you, I love you, I love you. I have loved you since you arrived in Imladris, but I hid my feelings. I was so certain that you would reject me and hurt me that I never dared to let my feelings show."
"Aiya, nîn ind," whispered Glorfindel, rubbing Erestor's fingers.
"Please let me continue." Erestor drew in a deep breath. "But now that I do have you, I vow to love you, protect you and make you happy. When you are sad, I will cheer you up. When you are troubled, I will listen to you. When you are happy, I will laugh with you. I want to be there for you as long as you will live. I will never stop loving you."
Glorfindel's eyes were swimming and he longed to wrap his arms around Erestor, but he couldn't, not yet. He had to wait until the ceremony had been completed. In the mean time, he settled for running his fingertips over the palm of Erestor's hands.
"The ring..." whispered Thranduil, when Erestor continued to stare at Glorfindel.
Thranduil's voice broke Erestor from his reverie. He regretted letting go of Glorfindel's hands for the briefest of moments, but he had to, opening the box and removing the ring from it.
Glorfindel's heart missed a beat when Erestor slipped the ring around his finger.
"I want you to have this ring because it symbolizes my love for you." It was a stunning gold ring in the shape of a heart, and in its center sat a ruby, sparkling with a fiery glow. "You have captured my heart, and it now beats only for you," finished Erestor shyly.
"Oh, Erestor..." Glorfindel was unable to keep his distance any longer and folded his arms around his dark-haired lover, pulling him close and deeply inhaling his scent. "My heart beats in the same rhythm as yours, nîn ind. It always will... until it stops beating all together."
Erestor breathed a relieved sigh, realizing Glorfindel liked his gift. "And so will mine..."
Elrond sighed dramatically, wondering why they had asked him to be master of the ceremony. He had the distinct impression that they didn't need one. "Glorfindel, are you ready to say your vows?"
Glorfindel nodded eagerly. He reluctantly released Erestor from the hug, but gathered his lover's hands close to his own chest, holding them there. "Erestor, a few months ago I found love where I least expected it. For centuries I allowed you to keep me at a distance when I should have been trying to look behind your mask of indifference. And when I finally did, I looked at the face of love instead. Erestor, you are my life. I will always love and cherish you - protect you if necessary and my heart will always, -always- be yours to command. You are my life, nîn ind."
Elladan stepped forward and handed him the jewelry box, which Glorfindel quickly opened.
Erestor's eyes widened, when Glorfindel slipped the ring onto his finger. It was a beautiful golden ring, adorned with a golden flower and leaves, set with emeralds.
Seeing the expression in Erestor's eyes, Glorfindel explained, "Imladris' finest goldsmith worked on it day and night. I want you to wear the golden flower of Gondolin, nîn ind."
Struck speechless, Erestor flung himself at Glorfindel and kissed him, hard, on his lips.
Elrond chuckled and met Thranduil's pleased gaze. "May Elbereth bless your love and keep you safe." Actually, he wondered if Erestor and Glorfindel had heard him at all, as they were kissing one another passionately.
Elrohir sighed blissfully, and squeezed Legolas' hand, which rested in his. Looking at his new lover, he wondered if Legolas also wanted to kiss him. They hadn't kissed yet, preferring to let everything happen in its natural pace. Suddenly Elladan poked him in his side.
"What are you waiting for? Kiss him!" Elladan grinned, wickedly, seeing his twin shuffle his feet.
Moving closer, Elrohir rested his hand at the nape of the blond's neck, and then placed a gentle kiss on Legolas' lips.
Legolas eagerly accepted and answered the kiss, pulling Elrohir even closer. Once his lips were released he looked dotingly at Elrohir; there was no need for words. Both knew their love would prosper in time.
Thranduil, who had walked up behind Elrond, wrapped his arms around the half-Elf's waist and pressed him close.
Erestor and Glorfindel had to break the kiss, growing breathless, and they looked apologetically at Elrond. In the end, Erestor said, "Thank you for everything, Elrond. I do not know what would have happened if you had not given me sanctuary all these centuries ago..." His voice trailed off, unable to finish.
Glorfindel hugged him tight, disliking the saddened tone to his mate's voice. "But all is well now. You had to travel a long and weary road, but it led you here, right into my arms. And you feel so right in them."
Erestor gave Glorfindel a warm smile. "Aye, it feels right being in them."
Glorfindel nuzzled the back of his mate's neck. Yes, it was true; the mask of indifference was gone and what shone from Erestor's face was love. Pure love.
Burying Erestor in a tight embrace, he entwined their fingers and rested them against his chest, just above his heart. Elbereth had truly blessed them and he would love Erestor until the End of Days.
The End
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