Angie's Universe

Fic: New Love 25/?

Thu, 04 Sep 2008 23:13:14 GMT

A nice long part, let me know what you think!

Part Twenty-five

The hall became deathly quiet as every eye turned to look at Glorfindel, then followed his direction of movement and the accusing finger he pointed at the Mirkwood elf as he held their chief counselor. “Husband?” The crowd gasped almost as one. What happened next was so fast yet seemed to be going in slow motion for the crowd watching. The blond continued to kiss Erestor until he was lifted by the back of the collar and pulled forcefully to his feet to face the balrog slayer’s full furry. Glorfindel pulled his arm back preparing to punch the Mirkwood elf in the face but a small voice and a hand on his elbow stayed him.

“No Fin, don’t,” Erestor said.

That was all it took for the warrior to drop the other elf, but he still needed to make his displeasure well known.

“If you ever so much as look at him again I will kill you.”

“Glorfindel, I think you have made your point well known. Maybe it would be best if you escorted Erestor back to his rooms,” Elrond said as he made his way through those gathered around the three elves.

“Lindir, play something, quick,” Melpomaen whispered rather loudly and the minstrels started a lively number which had the desired effect and the crowd began to disperse. But, everyone was speculating what Glorfindel had meant when he called Erestor his husband, when would they have gotten married? As far as anyone knew the two barely even spoke to each other.

“It is not wise to cause such a scene when we have so many visitors, Glorfindel, and I am quite disappointed in how inebriated you are, Erestor.” Elrond raised his famous eyebrow at the two, but Erestor was to far gone to take much notice. He was almost falling over and had to hold onto Glorfindel’s arm to keep upright.

“I am sorry, Elrond, but when I saw him touching Erestor, I saw red.” He pointed at the Mirkwood elf who was slowly inching away and trying to blend in with the crowd. He was humiliated by Glorfindel and wanted his revenge but he knew better than to stand up against the famous balrog slayer when he was angry.

“Get him to bed,” Elrond said when Erestor hiccupped and looked like he might get sick. “And make sure he is in my office first thing tomorrow.”

Glorfindel led the very drunk Erestor out of the hall ignoring all the stares from the occupants of the Hall of Fire. Erestor stumbled when they reached the hallway and after the door was closed, Glorfindel simply picked him up and slung him over his shoulder.

“Well, I may be carrying you off to bed, but it is not exactly as I had planed it,” he said as he placed his hand on Erestor’s bottom to steady him. They made it to Erestor’s room much quicker than if he had allowed the dark elf to walk on his own.

“I remember the first time this happened,” Glorfindel said. “Do you recall that, Erestor?” He might as well have been talking to himself because Erestor had passed out half way up the steeps.

Glorfindel opened Erestor’s door and after shutting it again he place his precious cargo on the bed and began to take off his shoes.

After the announcement of their engagement, Glorfindel and Erestor where the talk of Gondolin, and many parties were thrown in their honor. It was at one such party that Glorfindel learned his husband-to-be had a weakness to alcohol.

Ecthelion’s home had been transformed into a paradise of flowers and food to celebrate the couple and ever one was having a magnificent time. The wine was flowing as well as the conversation, Glorfindel sat in a corner talking with a few other lords when Ecthelion came running over requesting Glorfindel to follow him. Never one to be overly dramatic, Glorfindel followed without hesitation.

“What is the matter, my friend?” he asked as they walked.

“It is Erestor, he is not acting himself,” Ecthelion replied

Glorfindel heard the commotion before they entered the room; when he turned the corner he could not believe his eyes, his shy little love was standing on one of the tables dancing lewdly with a soldier from Ecthelion’s house. He had striped off his outer robes and had on only a thin undershirt and his skin tight leggings, every eye in the room was focused on is tight little ass as it gyrated above them.

“Get down from that table, soldier!” Ecthelion billowed at his man. “I told you to keep an eye on him.”

“I was, my lord, but he drug me up there and I couldn’t help it.”

Erestor pouted when his dancing partner was taken away from him but he quickly caught sight of Glorfindel.

“Finny, come and join me! I am marrying him,” he said to the crowd around him with a big sloppy grin.

“Erestor, I want you to come down off the table, darling,” Glorfindel said with a chuckle, he was finding the whole situation quite amusing.

“Why don’t you come up?” he slurred.

“Come on, Erestor, I think it is time you went to bed.” Glorfindel reached for Erestor’s hand but it was snatched away.

“Are you coming with me?” Erestor said with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Erestor, you need to get off the table. I don’t think you will be very happy with me tomorrow if I let you continue to do this.”

“Come on, Fin, have a little fun,” he said as he wiggled his hips suggestively.

Glorfindel finally gave up trying to convince Erestor to come down on his own and grabbed him around his knees and throw him over his shoulder.

“How much has he had to drink?” he asked as Erestor beat on his back and shouted at him to put him down.

“I don’t know for sure; I saw him drink a few glasses of wine. You had better get him to bed,” Ecthelion said with a grin. “I don’t think he is going to be feeling very well tomorrow.”

Glorfindel endured the catcalls and bawdy remarks as he carried his betrothed through the rest of the house and out onto the street to his home.

“Please send a message to Lord Erestor’s father and tell him Erestor will be staying the night here. And please reassure him I remember my promise,” he said to the man waiting at the door for them to arrive home, “and then you many go to bed, we will have no other needs tonight, thank you.”

The butler ran to fulfill his lord’s request and Glorfindel made his way to the guest room with a now silent Erestor still slung over his shoulder.

He opened the door and placed Erestor on the bed. “We forgot your robe,” he said absentmindedly as he took Erestor’s shoes off.

“You were so mad at me the next morning and made me promise I would never allow you to drink that much again, but I think you were more disappointed in yourself. You did not like to loose control even then.” Glorfindel laughed at the memory.

“I remember what happened next,” Erestor whispered in a voice still slurred with wine, startling Glorfindel who had thought he was asleep.

“What do you mean?”

“I remember I tried to get you to make love to me, but you would not break that stupid promise, so I had to settle for the next best thing.”

“Good night, my love,” Glorfindel said as he finished taking Erestor’s shoes off and tried to make him as comfortable as possible. He sat beside him on the bed and pushed the long dark hair way from his face then bent to kiss him on the forehead, but Erestor wasn’t asleep. He reached up and grabbed Fin around the neck and pulled his lips to his own.

“I did get you in my bed,” he said as Fin pulled away eyes wide.

“You cheeky little elf,” Glorfindel said with a chuckle.

“Who are you calling little? I’ll have you know I am above average where it matters, do you want to see?” he asked while thrusting his hips toward Glorfindel.

“I would love to but if I did I would want to touch also and that would not be very appropriate for couple who are not bonded yet.”

“Oh come off it, Fin, you know all our friends are having sex with everything that moves. I bet Ecthelion is getting it on right now with that soldier I was dancing with.”

“That may be, but I am not Thel.”

“No you are not… you are much sexier.” Erestor pulled Glorfindel down again to touch is lips to the blonds. They kissed until both of their leggings began to feel tight, and then Erestor dared to do what he had not done before, he unlaced his lovers pants and let his member spring forth. Fin tried to cover himself but Erestor grabbed his hands away.

“Please, Fin,” he pleaded. “Let me do this for you.”

Glorfindel permitted the touch and inhaled sharply when one of his lover’s hands cupped his balls and the other began to move slowly up and down his shaft.

“Oh, Erestor,” he moaned. “It feels so good.” he closed his eyes and threw his head back concentrating solely on the feel of his little love’s hands on his body. After a few minutes of Erestor’s ministrations, Fin was ready to come but held back as he pulled Erestor’s hands away and gave him a very heated kiss. He pushed him back down into the bed and laid on top of Erestor pinning him to the mattress.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

“I might have a clue,” Erestor said as he thrust against Fin’s thigh which was between his still fabric covered legs. Glorfindel quickly unlaced Erestor’s leggings and let the long thin shaft free from its prison; he traveled down Erestor’s body and took the cock into his mouth. Erestor nearly screamed with pleasure. Fin set a steady rhythm and hummed with appreciation of the taste of his betrothed. Erestor had never dreamed that anything could feel this good, and the fact that it was his Fin doing this to him made it all the more erotic.

Glorfindel could tell that Erestor was close. He could feel the muscles in his legs tensing and his balls draw up close to his body. He gave one long moan that vibrated around Erestor’s cock in his mouth and that was all it took to send his lover over the edge. Streams of hot seed flooded Glorfindel’s mouth and he swallowed every drop. Seeing Erestor writhing on the bed was all it took for Glorfindel to find his release and he joined his lover in blissful orgasm.

Fin laid his head on Erestor’s thigh as he caught his breath and Erestor ran his hands through his lover’s hair.

“That was amazing, but you have not…”

“Yes I did.”

“But I didn’t…”

“Just seeing you made me come. You are amazing, and I think it is going to be ever harder for me to keep my hands off you now.”

“I love you,” Erestor mumbled as the alcohol finely took affect and he fell into a deep sleep.

I love you too,” Glorfindel whisper to the sleeping elf.

“But I guess you did break your promise to my Ada that night.”

“No I did not, I promised him I would not take you before we were bonded and I did not.”

“Well, we are still bound, you can take me now,” Erestor said seductively as he ran his hands through Fin’s golden hair.

“No,” Fin replied flatly belying the heat that coursed through his body at Erestor’s words and touch. He pulled Erestor’s hand away and placed it back on the bed before standing and walking away from the temptation.

“Why not? I will not reject you; I know you want me.”

“You are right; I do want you but not like this.” Glorfindel responded as he walked to the door. “Elrond expects you to be in his office first thing in the morning. I will come by before breakfast to make sure you are up.”

Glorfindel left a bewildered Erestor staring at the door until the alcohol took over once more and he fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

I tried to put this under the cut once, and it did not work. Let's try it again if it doesn't work this time I am sorry!

My Glorfindel

Fri, 29 Aug 2008 00:07:12 GMT

So you know how you have this image in your head of what Glorfindel and Erestor look like? well for me they are never like real people, I guess they are kind of cartoonish, but the other day I ran across this guy and all I could think of is "that's my Glorfindel" and if I could describe the perfect man it would be

This is not the best picture of him. I have some others but they are on a word doc. and I couldn't figure out how to save them as a jpeg. If you want to see them, give me your email address and I will send the doc. along, unless someone can tell me a way to get a picture from a word document into a jpeg or something I can post to Livejournal.

His name is Jean Van Jean and he is a (gulp) porn star. plus he is French so you know he has a very sexy accent!

here is another one, just imagine the blond hussy as a certain dark haired elf.

and another.

So now you know what I see when I am writing my Fin.

Fic: New Love 24/?

Wed, 27 Aug 2008 02:15:43 GMT

What the hell is this, you say? oh yea, it's a new update! 'bout freakin' time.

The next part is almost done and should be sent to Tena tomorrow :) It is also a lot longer.

Part Twenty-four

At the main table sat some of the wisest and fairest elves of middle-earth, along with other races who had gathered in the House of Elrond. Glorfindel was seated at Elrond’s right and Gandalf had taken Erestor’s usual seat at Elrond’s left. Because the visitors from distant lands had all joined the feast this night, the Imladiris and Mithlond twins were seated at one of the side-tables with the warriors, Nórdithen and Gondithen felt much more comfortable with their surroundings than in the previous night when they had been seated with the high lords of the valley.

When Erestor took his seat he tried to ignore Glorfindel; he looked around the room and noted all those gathered, surveyed the elves serving the meal to make sure everything was going according to his planning and made sure all the table setting at the high table were correct. As he looked at the table his eyes were caught by the dish being set in the middle of the table, Glorfindel had been correct, roasted quail was his favorite dish and it looked splendid. Erestor took a drink of his wine as Elrond made an opening speech and welcomed all to the feast. When he sat down the hall erupted into talking laughing and eating.

Erestor enjoyed his meal, it was rare that quail was served in the Last Homely House and he ate and drank his fill as everyone did that night. Every time he took a drink of his wine a steward would come along and fill it so Erestor had no idea how much he had actually consumed. Little did he know this had been planned by Glorfindel before hand. He knew Erestor had a hard time holding his liquor, unlike most elves, and he planned to take full advantage of that fact. All is fair in love and war he reminded himself when he began to fell a little guilty.

Glorfindel noticed his plan was working and Erestor seemed to be loosening up. He was actually laughing at something Gandalf had said, his clear rich laugh sounded like tiny bells to Glorfindel’s ears and he could not wait to have Erestor laughing and smiling at him like that.

When the feast was over, the party adjourned to the Hall of Fire. Glorfindel timed his exit so he was walking along side Erestor once again. When the dark haired elf stumbled over his own feet Glorfindel quickly reached an arm out to steady him and to his surprise Erestor did not pull away. He grabbed Glorfindel’s arm and held onto it for the remainder of their short journey to the hall. Glorfindel’s euphoria was short lived however when Erestor let go of his arm and walked away to find a seat without acknowledging the blond.

Erestor was feeling a little tipsy, and took the nearest seat he could find. He plopped down on a cushioned bench beside a large blond warrior from Mirkwood who had accompanied Prince Legolas to Imladiris.

“Hello, Master Erestor,” a sultry voice whispered in his ear, “I have thought about you often since my last visit.”

“Do I know you?” Erestor asked without looking up.

“Don’t you remember me, I must admit my feelings are hurt. I thought I had put up a better performance than that, maybe this will refresh your memory.” With that the Mirkwood Elf grabbed Erestor and pulled him close. He was just about to call out for the mystery elf to unhand him when his lips were caught in a hard, demanding kiss. Erestor tried to pull away, but he was unsteady because of the alcohol and could not get his bearings.

Glorfindel was disappointed as he watched Erestor walk away. He had thought the councilor would be all over him, just like the first time he had seen him drunk, but Erestor had pulled away and was now sitting by some dumb oaf of an elf from Mirkwood. He kept an eye on the two as he made his way further into the hall and looked for a quiet spot where he could spend the night observing Erestor. His view was obstructed for a moment as he rounded a pillar, he came around the other side and his blood ran cold as he saw Erestor and the Mirkwood elf locked in a heated kiss until he noticed Erestor struggling.

“Get your hands off my husband!” he bellowed as he ran to throw the blond off of Erestor.

Recommended fanfics

Thu, 07 Aug 2008 01:15:07 GMT

Here are some of my favorites. Tell me some of yours and why, or post this to your live journal and add yours there.

SLASH

GLORFINDEL UNLEASHED by Eawen Penallion
Complete

http://www.ofelvesandmen.com/Stories/E/EawenPenallion/GlorfindelUnleashed/_ChapterList.htm

This is my all time favorite. I have read it over and over again. My story line between Erestor and Glorfindel run very close to this, I hope not to close!

Unspoken arc by Rune Dancer
complete

http://www.angelfire.com/rings/haldirsrealm/fics/wildjustice1.html

This is one of the first LOTR fanfiction I ever read, it has some BDSM which I am usually not crazy about but it is done so well and the ending is very surprising. There are also some great illustrations.

The Kindling Kiss by Ezra's Persian Kitty
complete

http://www.ofelvesandmen.com/Stories/E/Ezra/KindlingKiss.htm

This story has a very original plot and the romance between Glorfindel and Erestor is so sweet.

TO SEE CLEARLY by Orchyd Constyne

Complete

http://www.ofelvesandmen.com/Stories/O/OrchydConstyne/ToSeeClearly.htm

This is a Lindir/Thranduil story. Great angst!

Storm Warning by Aglarien

Complete

http://lotr.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=544183658

I love all of Agie’s stories even the ones that aren’t finished yet **coughErestor’ssecretcough**

But I think this one is my favorite.

Through the Ages by Mawgy

WIP

http://lotr.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=600000002

this is not complete but I hope it is SOON. Glorfindel is a really piece of work in this one but I can wait to see how they react to each other once they meet again it Imladiris!

HET

Not a big heat fan but these two stories really grabbed me.

ELANOR’S REVENGE by Fianna & Julie
Complete

http://lotr.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=8955

Hope you have some time to kill because this story is novel length but it is worth it.

Paradox of the Fourth Age by Alassante
WIP

http://www.openscrolls.net/fanfic/story.php?no=1923

This story is not complete yet but it is a sweeping tale of love. This is adult and to read it on Open Scrolls website you must be a member.

I could go on and on but these are just a few of the stories I love. Let me know your favorites and maybe we will all find some gems we have not discovered yet.

puppysitting and ramblings

Sun, 03 Aug 2008 22:56:03 GMT

This week is going to be crazy, my parents are going to Alaska for two weeks and my brother and his family are going to Hocking Hills, about 3 hours south of where we live, for a week. So I am puppy sitting for my brothers inside dog, and then I have to go out to their house and feed their two outside dogs and chickens. Then I have to go to my Mom and Dad’s and feed the horse, the peacocks (who are going to have babies this week) and their dog as well as make sure my Mom’s flowers and fish do not die.

I live in town and my Mom and Dad and brother all live about 9 miles north of town so that is going to be a lot of driving. Luckily my Dad filled up my gas tank today; I think it is the first time it has been filled all the way up for about 6 months.

I really want to go some where now, everyone is going on vacation but me. I have not been anywhere since I went to Chile for a month back in 2005! and I mean anywhere not one night spent away from home.

Sophie is a West Highland white terrier so she is a small dog and gets along great with my two girls. I guess when you have two what one more. Here are some pictures of the girls

Sophie and Ivy 2 weeks ago when my brother and his family went to SC to the beach for a week.
Lilly and Ivy in their new bed. I was afraid they would not like it and I spent $20 on the thiing, but someone is always laying on it now, so that's good!

Fic: New Love 23/? NC-17

Fri, 01 Aug 2008 23:06:19 GMT

Wow has it really been a week and a half? The sad part is I do not have anymore written so it might be a while before the next update. Thanks so much to the always wonderful Tena!
let me know what you think.

Part Twenty-three

The feast the night before the council promised to surpass all the others that had come before it. The hobbit Frodo and all his friends were there, along with all the other distinguished guests that had come from far and wide. As commanded by Elrond, Erestor would have to be in attendance. He had not laid eyes on Glorfindel since their argument and he was not looking forward to seeing the blond elf. Since they were both Elrond’s top advisors as well as his closest friends, they would both be sitting at the main table and much to Erestor’s chagrin, right beside each other.

Erestor had taken his time in getting ready for the dinner. He had drug his feet and waited until the last minute hoping something would happen that would give him a good excuse for missing, but when the bell for dinner had rang and no disaster had befallen the Last Homely House he decided he had better make his way to the dining hall. He had changed after returning from his office into a very unremarkable black robe, it fit his mood and was one of the oldest robes he owned. In the past Erestor had taken great care in his attire, he looked good and he knew it. He had to when he was seducing everything with two legs. Since the incident, as he had started to call it, he had no desire to look good; the last thing he wanted to do was to play the seducer.

Glorfindel had also taken his time in dressing for dinner, but he had started long before Erestor. If he was going to court his husband again, he was going to make sure Erestor remembered how handsome he was. He had bathed in perfumed oils he remembered Erestor liking, and then he had combed his hair until it shown as golden as summer wheat. The final touches were his outfit. He had changed no less than a half a dozen times until he found the perfect one. He had never liked formal robes, feeling more comfortable in the warrior garb he wore while out on patrol, but he remembered Erestor telling him many times before they married he loved seeing him in robes. Because of this, Glorfindel finally picked a cream color robe with a high collar and wrapped sleeves. Underneath he wore light blue flowing silk pants and a light blue belt tied at his waist, both matched his eyes to perfection. He took one last look at himself in the mirror and decided to quickly tie part of his hair back loosely. This showed off his high cheek bones and brought his eyes, which Erestor had said was one of his best features, out even more.

Erestor and Glorfindel’s rooms were both in the family wing of the Last Homely House just down the hallway from each other. This usually did not pose a problem as they kept very different schedules and would rarely see the other, on this day however both were running a little late for dinner. Erestor stepped into the hall, turned, and just as he was walking past Glorfindel’s door, the warrior was exiting his own rooms. Erestor was taken back at the golden vision before him. Fin looked like one of the Valar, and when his intoxicating scent caught his nose, Erestor felt weak in the knees, but he steeled himself and with only a glance continued walking.

For his part Glorfindel was also surprised, not only by opening his door and seeing the object of his constant thoughts for the last two days straight, but by the dark circles and puffiness of Erestor eyes. Had he been crying? He also looked paler than normal. There was defiantly something wrong with his little love, could the pressure of the council be getting to him, or was it his personal life? Glorfindel felt hope at the fact that maybe the walls Erestor had built around himself to keep him out were starting to show cracks.

Glorfindel inclined his head as Erestor walked on by him but was not surprised when he got no response. Erestor quickened his pace and Glorfindel ran to catch up with him.

“And how are you on this fine evening?” he asked.

Erestor ignored him.

“I am well; I hear we are having roast quail tonight. I remember that was one of your favorite dishes.”

Still nothing from the dark haired elf at his side.

“Are you prepared for the council tomorrow? It should be quite a show. You know how Elrond has a flair for the dramatics. I bet Gandalf has some surprises in store also.”

Erestor quickened his pace ever more to try to get away from the jabbering elf beside him but Glorfindel lengthened his stride and kept up with the dark elf.

“Why do I have the feeling you are trying to get away from me, Erestor?”

“Because that is precisely want I am trying to do,” Erestor said with a hiss.

“Ah, so the cat does not have your tongue.” Glorfindel chuckled.

Erestor huffed and continued to the dining room which he was thankful they had almost reached.

“You know I am just trying to get a response from you, Erestor, and you still let me fluster you.”

Glorfindel was taken back in his mind to a time long before when their love was new, in Gondolin.

*****

He had dined with Erestor and his family, and the family had left the two betrothed elves in the sitting room to have some time alone. Erestor had turned his back to Glorfindel and walked to the window.

“Diner was very lovely. Roast quail is your favorite is it not?”

This got no response from the dark hair elf.

“I have talked to Thel and he has agreed to stand with me in place or my family of the bonding ceremony.”

Still nothing.

“Have you picked out what flowers you would like?”

The young elf remained silent.

Glorfindel rose and walked up to Erestor placing his chin on the shoulder of his little love and wrapping his arms around him to rest on is stomach.

“You are angry.” It was not a question.

“You are very observant,” Erestor said tartly as he tried to shake off Glorfindel.

The first time he had felt the cold shoulder from Erestor it had scared Glorfindel. He had feared he would break off the engagement and that he did not love him anymore. As time when on however he had learned that when Erestor was angry about something he shut down. He would not talk to anyone. Because it did not happen very often it did not bother Glorfindel and lately he had even thought it was a little funny when he got a rise out of Erestor. He would keep talking to him until Erestor became so flustered he would yell at him.

“What is wrong, my love?” Glorfindel asked as he tightened his hold on Erestor.

“How could you promise him that, Fin?” Erestor almost whined.

Erestor did not have to elaborate; Glorfindel knew exactly what he was talking about. Glorfindel had a talk with Erestor’s father just the night before; he had expressed concerns about their age difference and because Glorfindel was so much older and wiser in the ways of the world, Erestor’s father had been afraid for the virtue of his son. Fin had promised him that he would not lay claim to his son until their bonding night. The promise was good enough for Erestor’s and he had happily told Erestor’s mother they had nothing to worry about. Glorfindel was an elf of his word, without knowing Erestor was in the next room.

“My love, I am sorry if this upsets you but I must admit with or without the promise I made to your Ada, I will not claim you before our bonding night. Believe me the night will be ever more special because we have waited.”

“But I cannot wait, I want to be yours.”

Glorfindel turned Erestor around and lead him to the settee where he sat and pulled Erestor down onto his lap.

“I know,” he said as he nuzzled Erestor’s hair, “I want you too, but put yourself in your father’s place, he want to make sure that you are well cared for in every way. I could not deny him that piece of mind. Besides, our first time together is going to be perfect. We will have a big bed to love in, and no interruptions, and we will have all the time that we need to explore each other bodies to the smallest curve.” The last part he had whispered in Erestor’s ear and when he had finished he licked a path from lobe to tip. “And there are many things I can do to you while still keeping my promise to your father.” he continued.

Erestor sighed and shot Fin a wicked look as he rose and sat down again but this time straddling his lord’s thighs. They kissed passionately as Erestor rubbed his heated erection against Glorfindel’s.

******

Glorfindel swallowed hard as he came back to the present, he had gotten a little excited just remembering Erestor’s young warm body rubbing against him in that sensual way. He cleared he throat and Erestor shot him another dirty look. Thankfully they had reached the dining room.

Erestor fumed to his seat and shot Glorfindel daggers as he sat across from him. Galdor was already sitting in the seat beside Glorfindel’s when the golden lord took his seat. He had witnessed the dark looks from Erestor aimed at the blond elf.

“If you are trying to court him, Glorfindel, I think you might be doing it wrong,” he whispered.

“Don’t worry my friend; I have it all under control.”

Fic New Love Part 22/? NC-17

Mon, 21 Jul 2008 01:20:12 GMT

Part Twenty-two:

Galdor had been busy the last week. He had attended meetings with Elrond and his advisors, explored the Last Homely House and the valley surrounding it. He had also dined with Glorfindel a couple times and had heard hilarious stories about Cirdan that he could not wait to use against him. He had also talked with Cirdan almost every day via farspeech. He was missing him terribly but being able to communicate with him had helped to alleviate his homesickness.

Cirdan had told him to ask Glorfindel’s advice as to when he could travel home after the council, Galdor had taken to asking Glorfindel everyday when he thought he would be able to make the journey until Glorfindel laughingly told him if he did not stop asking he would not allow him to leave until Thranduil married a dwarf.

The day before the council, Galdor had been walking in the halls when Glorfindel stormed past and entered Erestor’s office. He could not contain a smile hoping that Glorfindel and Erestor would work out their problems and finally be together. He lingered in the hall way trying to catch a bit of the word that were spoken between the two, but only caught a little bit. He was just about to walk away when Glorfindel opened the door and walked purposefully down the hall.

“Glorfindel, wait up,” he said as he ran to keep up with the warrior’s long strides. “You talked to Erestor, what happened?”

“He is a liar and sometimes I just want to shake him,” Glorfindel said as he raised his hands in front of him and pretended to shake an invisible Erestor.

“Don’t give up; I know he still loves you. What if you courted him?” Galdor asked with sudden enthusiasm.

“Court him?” Glorfindel asked surprised.

“Yes, let him know that you still love him no matter what, just as you did when you first met.”

“I wouldn’t even know where to begin; it has been a while since I courted him the first time. What did Cirdan do for you when he first started courting you?” Glorfindel asked warming to the idea.

“Well,” Galdor said blushing, “There wasn’t much courting involved; we just kind of fell into bed together, but there was a private dinner in his rooms though. And, I suppose we are still courting because we have not bonded yet, and all the little things he does for me would be considered courting.”

“Like what?”

“Oh, he leaves a rose on my pillow ever once in a while and opens doors for me, and we still have romantic dinners alone.”

“I do not think I could get Erestor to have dinner with me alone.”

“Well you will have to start out slowly and gain his trust, make him remember why he loves you,” Galdor answered with a wink, “I will see you later, Glorfindel.”

As Galdor walked away, Glorfindel pondered just what he could do to court Erestor all over again.

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Galdor continued walking to his room; he truly hoped his advice to Glorfindel would work. He almost feared it would backfire and Erestor would not want to be in the same room with Glorfindel, maybe he should not have meddled in other’s affairs. Cirdan was always telling him he needed to mind his own business, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted everyone to be as happy as he was. He could not wait to see the two elf lords together and happy as he knew they would be. As he reached his room he felt a now familiar presence in his mind.

“Cirdan,” he whispered excitedly as he shut the door to his room.

~Hello my love, are you well? ~

~Yes Cirdan, but I miss you terribly. ~

~I know, I miss you also, how are you getting along with Elrond’s people? Has Erestor given you any problems? I hear that his is quite the seducer, do I need to worry? ~

He could feel the mirth in Cirdan’s statement but it touched a cord for Galdor and he had to fight to suppress the nervousness he was sure Cirdan would be able to feel radiating from him.

~No, I have not had much dealings with him.~ Galdor lied which he hated to do to Cirdan. He was not very good at it and his lover almost always saw right through him, but he could not tell him what had happened just yet. He would wait to do that face to face he did not want to ruin the little contact they had with each other.

~What is it? Have I said something to upset you? ~ He could tell something was wrong with his little love.

~No of course not, love, I am just worked up by the council. It is being held tomorrow afternoon and I am a little overwhelmed by all the people attending. Did you know Thranduil has sent his son Prince Legolas to attend? He just arrived this morning. ~

~He has? I did not think he let his son out of his sight. I also have heard he is one of the most beautiful elves in Arda. ~

~Yes, he is very beautiful, but I can think of one other elf that is more beautiful that him. ~

~Is it Glorfindel? ~ Cirdan said with a chuckle

~No, silly, it is you. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes on.~

~Even with the beard? ~

~Especially with the beard.~ Galdor said with a smile.

~I wish I could kiss you right now, along with other things. ~

~ What other things? ~

~ Are you alone? ~

~Yes, I am in my room lying on the bed. ~

~Are you naked? ~

~I could be,~ Galdor said wickedly

~Take off your clothes. ~ Cirdan commanded

Galdor hopped up from the bed and striped down to nothing in a matter of seconds. He lay back on the bed and tried to send Cirdan a mental picture of his naked body. He could tell he had gotten it by the excitement he felt through their connection.

~If I were there, I would kiss your neck as I pinched your nipples. Pinch your nipple for me, Galdor; rub it between your thumb and forefinger. Then I would move my mouth down to your other nipple and suck on it. ~ Galdor let out a moan as he worked his nipples; he arched his back imagining his lover sucking his nipple, his cock was already hard and dripping and he let Cirdan know this.

~Are you touching yourself? ~ He asked the elf lord.

~Yes, and I am so hard. I want to feel your channel clinched around me as I drive into you again and again. ~ Cirdan fisted his cock. ~After I finish with your nipple, I would kiss my way down to your cock and swallow it down my throat. My hot wet mouth would bring you to the brink but I wouldn’t let you come yet. I would work you into a frenzy but pull back at the last second, and then I would oil up my cock and plunge into you with one swift thrust.~

Galdor was nearly beside himself with lust; he stroked his cock, his breath was coming in short quick pants, and he arched off the bed ready to spill his seed. He could also feel Cirdan’s excitement and coming orgasm

~I would drive into you as I stroked your cock in time with my thrusts until you could hold out no longer and we would both scream out pleasures together as we came. My seed would shoot into your body where you could feel the warmth all the way to your center. ~ At those words Cirdan and Galdor came together.

~That was amazing,~ Galdor said when he could think coherently again.

~Yes it was, but just wait until you are home, and then I will show you what amazing really is. ~

Meme

Sat, 19 Jul 2008 03:36:53 GMT

stolen from Tena:Rules: When you see this meme immediately perform a screen capture of your desktop. It is best that no icons be deleted before the screen capture so as to add to the element of fun.

1. Go to your desktop and press the Print Scrn key (located on the right side of the F12 key).
2. Open a graphics program (like Picture Manager, Paint, or Photoshop) and doing a Paste (CTRL + V).
3. Post the picture on your blog. You can also give a short explanation on the look of your desktop if you want. You can explain why you prefer such a look or why it is full of icons. Things like that.

I change my desk top at least once a week, any time I find something that I find funny or cute. before this it was a storm-trooper sitting on a subway with the caption "unemployment: sucks when your job gets blown up." This one sums me up pretty good! I swear I must have ADD. I am also a big game nut, bet you can't guess what is in the LOTR folder!

Fic: New Love 21/? NC-17

Mon, 14 Jul 2008 23:07:30 GMT

I don't know what is going on with this but I don't think it is posting right. Oh well!

A short chapter but one with a lot of feeling. Let me know what you think!
Part Twenty-One:

Glorfindel had reluctantly left Elrond and Erestor alone and headed to his office after the morning meeting, but he could not get the look of pain he had seen in Erestor’s eyes out of his mind enough to concentrate on the reports he needed to go over. After reading the same sentence for the fourth time, his frustration got the best on him and he threw the paper on his desk with a sigh and rubbed his eyes.

He knew a talk with Erestor was long overdue. Erestor monopolized his thoughts and had since his return but after over hearing the conversation between Galdor and Erestor in the garden, he had not been able to get his husband out of his thought. He had cried for his mate when he had heard what he had gone through after his own death and could not get over the guilt he felt for failing him. That was the main reason he had put off the conversation he needed to have with Erestor, but the time had come for Erestor to stop running and Glorfindel was going to make him listen to what he had to say even if he had to tie him up. He had put this off long enough; with that thought echoing in his head he rose and made his way back to Erestor’s office. His frustration hurt and longing had finally come to a head and he was not going to wait one more minute to have this resolved.

As he drew closer, his stride became more purposeful and everyone he met in the hallways of the Last Homely House moved out of his way. The look of determination on his face was awe inspiring and almost looked like fury. Many would later talk of the beautiful Balrog Slayer, golden hair flying out behind him, storming through the halls and speculate with their friends who the unlucky person was that was going to receive his tongue lashing and what they had done to deserve it.

When he reached Erestor’s door he did not bother to knock, throwing the door open he kicked it shut again with his foot with a slam and strolled to Erestor’s desk. The dark haired elf had been in a daze but when he door flew open he looked up with a shocked expression and wide eyes. Glorfindel put his palms flat on the desk and leaned over to look Erestor directly in the eye.

“We need to talk,” he said through clinched teeth.

The shock Erestor had felt a moment before evaporated in to anger.

“How dare you storm into my office like this and…”

“Shut up, Erestor, we are going to talk whether you like it or not. I have had enough of this nonsense.”

“And what exactly do we need to talk about Glorfindel?” Erestor said defensively.

“Us,” he said quietly, he then realized he was going about it the wrong way.

“There is no “Us.” Erestor had also calmed and sat back in his chair. He had to use all of his skill to appear nonchalant with the golden haired elf so close and bringing up old wounds. Why was he doing this now? The talk with Elrond had brought the pain once again close to the surface for Erestor, for the last couple days it was all he could do to keep the hurt from taking over. And now here was Glorfindel trying to talk to him, he felt like he was about to break down. He was losing control and for the Chief Advisor to Elrond to lose control was unacceptable.

“Erestor, you are my husband, my death did not null our vows. I love you, just as much now as I did when we were married. I can not live without you anymore.”

That’s too bad. I was just a child when I met you. I can not give you what you need now, Fin, go find someone new.”

“You want me to find what I already have.” Glorfindel was encouraged by Erestor calling him by the pet name he had not heard uttered for centuries. He knew his love’s defenses were breaking down.

“You don’t have me, not any more.” Erestor could no longer meet Glorfindel’s eyes he looked back at the parchment on his desk. “If you will kindly leave I have much preparation to do for the council tomorrow.”

Before Erestor had even finished speaking Glorfindel had rounded the desk and grabbed him but his upper arms hauling him to his feet and forcing him to look at him.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t love me; that you have no more feeling for me after the love we shared in Gondolin.”

“I don’t love you,” Erestor said flatly.

Two hearts shattered.

“I don’t believe you,” Glorfindel said calmly, belying the agony he felt before he turned and walked from the room.

TBC

Fic: New Love 20/? NC-17

Sun, 06 Jul 2008 12:48:50 GMT

Part Twenty:

The days since his talk with Galdor in the garden were spent working from sun up to sun down for Erestor. He took his meals in his office and after he retired for the night did not speak to or see anyone until the next morning when he reported to Lord Elrond. Many in the house noticed the odd behavior of their chief councilor but had no idea what could have brought on this very somber mood.

It had been a week since Erestor had attended the evening feasts and Elrond was determined to get to the bottom of the problem. First however, he would have to get Erestor to talk and Elrond knew getting Erestor to talk about his feeling if he did not want to would be next to imposable.

He had noticed the looks that Glorfindel gave to Erestor when he had first been returned to them, and he had cautioned Glorfindel about getting involved with Erestor. He could see the love in the returned warrior’s eyes and knew that Erestor would not be able to give him what he wanted and needed.

Since he was a child, Elrond had known Erestor. The older elf had taught him and his brother everything they knew when they lived with the High King. Erestor had been a friend and a mentor. He knew that Erestor had a lot of “friends” that would come around but not stay around for very long. It was not until he had reached his majority that the bed habits of Erestor had become apparent to Elrond.

When Elrond had left to form his own realm there was only one elf he trusted enough to be his right hand. Erestor had not even blinked before he accepted. Knowing the older elf believed in him was a great sense of comfort and strength to Elrond. And now he needed to do something to help him. As long as Erestor’s sleeping around did not interfere with his work, Elrond had decided to turn a blind eye, even though it hurt to see his friend hurting himself, but now it had gone too far and something was causing his friend’s distress.

Every morning for the last couple of centuries Elrond had held a meeting with the heads of staff of his household. Those present were the head cook, Lindir, the head musician, Glorfindel, the head of the guards, and the most recent addition Melpomaen, the head of the scribes and the library, along with Erestor whom Elrond like to think with a chuckle was really the head of everything.

Elrond liked to hold to meetings in his office instead of the council room because of the informal setting. Many things were discussed and not all of them business. On this morning Mel and Lindir were sitting close together on the sofa, Lindir was telling everyone what had happened a couple nights previously with Nórdithen while Mel was looking sourly and trying to get Lindir to shut up.

“That’s not how it happened, Lindir!” he said with a scowl, “I was not flirting with him. I was just being nice.”

“Oh, well if that’s what you want to call it, you are the nicest elf in Imladiris.” Lindir replied as he threw his arm around his lover and drew him closer. “Now Mel, don’t pout, though you are awfully cute when you do.”

Elrond and Glorfindel laughed hardily. When their laughter died, Glorfindel looked around and noticed Erestor standing with his back to them looking out the window. He had not joined in the conversation since he had arrived. Elrond followed Glorfindel’s gaze and also noticed the somber elf standing apart from the group.

“Well, let us get down to business, we have a lot to do today. Will you join us Erestor?” he asked as he turned toward the dark elf by the window.

“Sorry,” Erestor replied as he came to sit in a chair beside his lord.

Elrond continued. “The council should be able to be held the day after tomorrow, all are present and Frodo has made a very good recovery. That means we will be having a larger than normal feast tomorrow night. Is there anything the kitchens are going to need?” he asked the cook.

The meeting proceeded with talk of security and plans for the council until Elrond dismissed them to go about their days. Those gathered rose and with farewells and promises to see each other at the meal, exited to go about their busy days. Erestor rose also and began to make his way to the door that separated his office from Elrond’s.

“Hold, Erestor; I wish to have a word with you,” Elrond said.

Glorfindel stopped at the door and looked back and forth from one dark haired elf to the other, concern was evident in his eyes.

“You may go, Glorfindel,” Elrond said. “I am sure you have plenty of work to do.”

Glorfindel tried to make eye contact with Erestor but the other elf would not look up from the floor where his eyes were trained.

“I will see you later then.” With that Glorfindel walked down the hall and to his office by the barracks.

“Erestor, are you well?” Elrond said as he grabbed he wrist of the other elf and lead him to the sofa to sit.

“I am fine, Elrond. I have many things to do.”

“We all have many things to do, Erestor, but you have not been taking care of yourself. I have not seen you at meals; the only time I have seen you this last week has been in your office. Please trust me as you once did, you are shutting me out. I thought we were friends.”

“We are, Elrond, you are the closest thing to a family I have, it is just… complicated. I don’t think I can talk about it, please just leave me be.” he implored.

“No, my friend, I can not leave you be. You are too dear to me and I need you too much. Please tell me what has you so upset. Is it Glorfindel? I know you two have had your problems, but I thought you were getting along.”

“Elrond, please don’t get into this, I can not take it.” Erestor soon became very agitated, he got up and began to pace the office, Elrond knew he had struck a nerve and needed to continue hounding Erestor if he wanted to help his friend, even though it hurt him to know he was causing him pain.

“What has Glorfindel done? Did he hurt you?” Elrond asked as he rose and grabbed the distressed elf by the shoulders to stop him.

“Glorfindel was done nothing but hurt me since his return!” Erestor said losing his composure finally. “No,” he added with a mirthless laugh, “I take that back since his death he has hurt me.”

“I don’t understand,” Elrond said with a furrowed brow. “How could he have hurt you by his death? Please, Erestor.”

Erestor took a deep breath and pulled away from Elrond, “You might as well hear the whole story, though I would have thought you would be able to piece most of it together by now. You know that I lived in Gondolin when it fell,” Erestor began.

“Yes, but you told me you did not know Glorfindel when you lived there.”

“I lied to you, I knew Glorfindel very well. It hurt too much to tell you that because we were bonded, Glorfindel is my husband.”

Elrond gasped and stood shocked as Erestor’s confession continued.

“I am a lord and the last remaining member of the House of the Golden Flower or I was until Glorfindel returned. Many knew me as the husband of Glorfindel when I lived among your mother and father’s people, and some still did when I moved to Lindon, but after the last of the refuges of Gondolin left these shores I stopped going by that title. I wanted to forget. When Glorfindel died I did everything I could to help his people, our people. I tried to do everything he would do, but I failed miserably. I was too young and naive, and I did the one thing he would never do. I broke our sacred trust and laid with others. After that I only endured and did everything I could to block out the memories.”

“Oh, Erestor, don’t you realize a life without memories is no life at all? If we don’t have our past how do we know who we are? That is what connects us to this world and to each other.”

“Don’t you understand, I don’t care who I am. I just want this to stop, the memories that haunt me, his fall and death. I want it all to go away and the only time it does is when I am in the arms of another. For a short time I can forget”

“But, Erestor, Glorfindel is here. You can be together again.”

“Don’t you think I have thought about that? Not a morning goes by that I don’t wake up and think about going to him, but then I remember what I have become. I will NOT taint him with my dirty flesh. I am soiled, Elrond, and no amount of washing will ever make me feel clean again. I am not the same elf he bound himself to, and I can not ask him to pretend that I am.” With that Erestor turned and walked into his office ending the conversation.

Fic: New Love 19/? NC-17

Sun, 29 Jun 2008 17:25:40 GMT

Sorry, its been a while. I had Vacation Bible School last week for 2 hours after work so I did not get anything done, and my yard and dishes show it!! here is the next part. I only have one more after this one done, but I hope to get a lot of writing done over next weekend. We have Thursday and Friday off for the 4th! Yeah!!!!

Part Nineteen:

The days following were spent by the twins and Galdor enjoying the comforts of the Last Homely House and in the case of the twins, the occupants of said house. More times than not the two sets of twins would be found together, whether dancing, drinking, sparing or swimming; the joy they shared was infectious and all around could not help but smile even in the dark times that were upon them. Elladan and Gondithen would share knowing smiles as they noticed their brothers becoming closer and had no guilt now when they left them to spend some time by themselves.

The small rift between the Mithlond twins was mended soon enough and Nórdithen was no longer jealous of the time his brother spent with Elladan, because that meant he would have time to spend alone with Elrohir. The embarrassment he had felt over chasing after Melpomaen was soon forgotten.

The day that the Hobbit Frodo awoke from his sleep the twins were riding in the forest that surrounded the Last Homely House. They had brought a picnic and the worries of evil that had brought Nórdithen and Gondithen to Imladiris were far from all their minds.

They had finished their lunch and Elladan and Gondithen were stretched out on a blanket side by side soaking up the last truly warm rays of the autumn sun. Elladan’s body was flush against Gondithen’s back as they lay on their sides and Elladan’s arm was draped over Gondithen’s hip. When Elladan started to nibble on Gondithen’s ear, Elrohir could take it no longer.

“Come on, Nórdithen,” Elrohir said as he held out his hand to help the other elf stand, “let’s leave these love birds alone before I lose my lunch.”

As they walked off towards the tree line he said loud enough to be heard by the elves on the blanket, “We will be have to make a lot of noise when we come back so we don’t interrupt anything.”

Elladan chuckled in Gondithen’s ear. “If I had known that was all it took to get rid of my brother I would have done it an hour ago.”

“I am just wondering how long it will take them to notice they are still holding hands.”

Gondithen sighed when Elladan’s hand started to explore his chest as his mouth explored his ear. When he could take it no more he rolled onto his back and kissed Elladan passionately, thrusting his tongue into the other elf’s mouth. Elladan was half on top of Gondithen and when he instinctively spread his legs wider, Elladan seized the opportunity and settled between them. Elladan began to kiss and nip along his lover’s neck as Gondithen threw his head back to allow him more room.

“Elladan,” he whispered, “I have never done this before.”

“Done what my love?” he said as he pulled back a bit to look into Gondithen’s eyes.

“This, made love.” He was unsure of what Elladan would think. Would he be disappointed that he was so inexperienced?

“Oh, meleth, I know and we can go as slow as you want. I will not take you for the first time out here in the woods, on the hard ground when our brothers could come back at any time. When I claim you it will be very special and romantic. But there are other enjoyable things we can do until that time comes.”

With that he continued his journey down Gondithen’s neck to his collar and untied the laces of his shirt. As he loosened each cord, he kissed the newly exposed skin. Gondithen’s breath was coming fast and ragged, just these few kisses and touches he lover was bestowing on his sent his heart pounding. His eyes were open and he watched the clouds floating above them.

“Gondithen, are you still with me?” Elladan said with a chuckle as he abandoned Gondithen’s chest and moved up too make eye contact.

“Oh, yes, but I think I am going to die from pleasure.”

“Just wait, I have barely begun,” as he said that Elladan rubbed his clothed arousal against Gondithen’s. His head flew back as he moaned. Elladan looked down on him and thought he had never seen a more beautiful sight. Gondithen’s dark hair was fanned out beneath him and his mouth was opened in a cry of bliss. He could feel the heat radiating off his lover and could hardly wait until the day came he could bury himself inside the tight heat of this beautiful elf.

He quickly unlaced both their leggings and brought their arousals into contact. Gondithen threw his arms around him and brought his mouth down to cover his own. Elladan took one of his lover’s hands from around his neck and brought it down to where their cocks were rubbing together, showing him how and where he liked to be touched. Elladan pumped into Gondithen’s hand as he fisted both their cocks moving up and down spreading their pre-cum together. Their mouths were still joined, and Elladan thrust his tongue in and out of Gondithen’s mouth showing him what he wanted to do to him. Gondithen sped up as he felt his balls draw close to his body. The sounds he was making were driving Elladan crazy and as he felt his muscles tighten, he threw his head back and cried his release into the sky.

When his seed hit Gondithen’s stomach he joined his lover in release. Elladan collapsed onto him and he rubbed soothing circles into his back.

“Well, I am sure our brothers heard that.” Gondithen said with a chuckle.

“I am sorry. I can’t help myself where you are concerned you make me loose all inhibitions.”

“And you make me feel like I am on top of the world, but right now you are making it hard for me to breath.” Elladan quickly rolled off with an apology. After lying side by side for a while, until their breaths returned to normal, Elladan handed Gondithen a rag he had wetted from the water skin and helped him right his clothes as Gondithen did the same from him.

They had just started to put the things back in the basket when they Elrohir’s loud voice coming from the woods.

“…so I said to Glorfindel, I said…” He spotted Gondithen and Elladan. “Oh we are back already, I’ll finish my story later Nórdithen. Did you two miss us?”

“Not quite,” Elladan answered.

Fic: New Love 18/?

Sat, 21 Jun 2008 03:50:02 GMT

Part Eighteen:

The sun had creped into the Mithlond twin’s room as it rose but only one twin was found there sleeping peacefully. The other had risen very early and bathed before going to the training grounds to spar with Elrohir.

The sound of metal clanking echoed in the valley as the two spared. Soon the heat of the day worked on the bodies of the two elves, and Nórdithen and Elrohir removed their shirts to cool themselves. They were evenly matched and victory would not be easily clamed by either.

The sweat running down Elrohir’s chiseled chest caught Nórdithen’s eye, and he suddenly had a desire to run his tongue along that fine long neck, among other places.

“You are looking a little tired. Why don’t you concede now and save yourself the embarrassment of being beaten on your home turf?” Nórdithen joked to get his mind off the other’s flexing muscles.

“Concede? Ha I don’t know the meaning of the word,” he said as he lunged and drove Nórdithen to the edge of the practice ring.

“It means to give in, or surrender.”

“Very funny, Nórdithen, if your brother is half as humorous as you are its no wonder my twin is falling for him.”

As he crossed swords with Elrohir again, he steeped closer, the only thing between them was their swords. “Falling for him? Do you really think they are falling in love?”

“Would that be so bad if they were?”

“Yes, it would! We are not from here. We have a home and a life in the Grey Havens. What could Gondithen be thinking?” he dropped his sword and ran both hand through his hair as he started to pace. “We can not stay here and Elladan can not leave, he will be heart broken.”

“What are you more worried about, Nórdithen?” Elrohir studied his companion closely. “Your brother getting his heart broken or you losing him.”

What do you mean?”

“You keep saying “we”. I leaned a long time ago just because twins look alike does not mean they are alike on the inside. Look at my Ada and uncle, they chose different races.” He grabbed Nórdithen by the arm and turned him to look him in the eye. “You may have made choices, but that does not mean your brother feels the same. He may decide that love is worth leaving the only home he has ever known.”

It’s just hard, I never thought we would be separated.”

I know; I have no idea what I would do if I thought Elladan would not be with me everyday. But nothing is set in stone and many things can happen; maybe it is just a passing fancy.”

“Maybe you are right, but this is the first time Gondithen has shown this much interest in anyone. He would not even tell me what they did last night.”

“I don’t think I want to know what they did.” Elrohir said cheekily.

“Oh, you know what I mean!” Nórdithen replied as he punched Elrohir in the arm playfully.

“How about we go for a swim? I know I would like to wash this sweat off, and you are starting to stink like Estel!” he said and had to duck out of Nórdithen’s arms as he made a grab for him. “Race you to the river!” He called over his shoulder.

Anyone looking out of the house would have seen the youngest Lord of Rivendell and the oldest twin of Mithlond racing like children over the lawn towards the river.

Fic: New Love 17/? NC-17

Tue, 17 Jun 2008 22:48:03 GMT

Here is the next part. This along with the next 3 posts will deal with the twins, then we will get to some more E&G.
Let me know what you think.

Part Seventeen:

Elrohir followed Nórdithen when he left the Hall of Fire. He told himself he wanted to make sure their guest was comfortable and well cared for, but in his heart he knew that he had to make sure he was alright after the disappointment he had just experienced.

When he turned a corner and saw Nórdithen almost reach his door he called out to him. Nórdithen stopped and turned toward the Imladris twin.

“Elrohir,” he nodded and waited for Elrohir to speak.

“Uh, how are you?” Elrohir finally asked.

“If you consider me making a fool of my self chasing after an engaged elf, I’m just peachy.” He answered sarcastically

“Oh, I don’t think anyone would call you a fool, just a little… uninformed.” Elrohir said

When he caught Nórdithen’s eye they both burst out laughing.

“Besides, Mel is a little flirt and everyone knows it.” Elrohir chuckled.

“Well, it would have been nice if someone would have said something!” The situation had started to become comical to Nórdithen where a moment ago it had been tragic. He had Elrohir to thank for that.

“Tomorrow is the guards-in-training’s day off so the sparing grounds will be empty for most of the day. Would you like to practice?” Elrohir asked “I find I have been helping Ada too much and have not been able to exercise as much as I would like.”

“That would be great, I didn’t know what I was going to do all day with Gondithen spending all his time with your brother.”

“I know, isn’t it irritating the way they have been hanging all over each other? I have a feeling it is going to get worse before it gets better too.”

“Valar help us if it does!”

They both laughed and parted ways with a good night.

Nórdithen got ready for bed and crawled under the covers. It was after midnight when Gondithen finally entered the room.

“Where have you been?” Nórdithen asked as he sat up in bed.

“Out with Elladan.” Gondithen answered as he changed into his sleeping pants.

“You were out awfully late, don’t you think?”

“So what if I was, are you my mother now?” Gondithen answered spitefully.

“No, I just worry for you,” Nórdithen said while studying his fingers.

He looked so dejected, Gondithen could not hold onto his anger.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he moved over to Nórdithen’s bed and put his arms around him. “I know things are changing, and I have not spent very much time with you since we have arrived. How about we do something tomorrow?”

“Thanks, but I already have plans.”

“Plans, with whom?”

~Now who is jealous? ~ He thought but answered aloud, “Just a friend.”

“It’s not Melpomaen is it? You know that he and Lindir are going to be bound.”

“No, it’s not Mel, you know I can make friends too,” he said as he pulled the covers over his head and pretended to go to sleep. He had wanted to make up with his twin but instead he had lost his temper again. What was wrong with him, and would he and his twin ever be as close as they had been before coming to Imladris?

Mon, 16 Jun 2008 00:39:11 GMT

I know everyone wants to read about Erestor and Glorfindel but right now we are back to the twins!

Let me know what you think!

Part Sixteen:

“Would you like to take a walk with me, Gondithen?” Elladan asked, as he held out his hand for Gondithen to take. They held hands as he followed Elladan out in to the balcony and down a flight of steps towards the largest waterfall.

“What is it?” Elladan said with a laugh when he noticed his companion shooting glances at him every few steeps.

“Nothing,” Gondithen replied.

“Come now, it must be something. Why do you keep looking at me?”

“I’m sorry; I guess you just intimidate me a little.”

“Intimidate you? Why would you be intimidated by me?”

“Look at yourself, you are beautiful and one of the greatest warriors of this age. Your father is the Lord of this valley; he could be high king if he wanted to. You have Maia blood running through your veins and your grandfather is a star for Valar sake! Need I go on?”

“All you say is true, Gondithen, but I thought you saw past that and saw the elf that I really am. I may have an illustrious family, but I am just a simple elf. I would rather be out in the woods hunting rather than engaging in court life. Look at me, Gondithen, if you can not see past all the other stuff, then what I am beginning to feel for you will only bring pain to me. I do not want someone who only cares about the wealth or prestige I can bring them.”

Gondithen took Elladan’s face between his hands and looked him in the eyes “I can see you, and I would be attracted to you if you were the lowest warrior in the ranks. I see your heart and your good spirit. It is just I am no one special and it is hard not to feel very insignificant next to you,” he said with a smile “But I will try.” With that he placed his lips over Elladan’s in a passionate kiss that took both of their breaths away.

When the kiss broke Elladan ran his thumb over Gondithen’s lips “You are wrong, you know; I think you are very special.”

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Nórdithen sat very close to Melpomaen while listening to the minstrels play and one white haired elf sing. He wracked his brain to think of something to say to get Mel’s attention. Since they had entered the Hall of Fire, Mel had been ensnared by the music.

“He is very good.” Nórdithen said to try to engage Melpomaen in conversation.

“Yes, he is. He’s the best singer in Imladiris, perhaps in Middle Earth.” Melpomaen replied with out taking his eyes off the elf on stage.

“Who is he?”

“Lindir,” Melpomaen whispered the name.

When the song ended, the musicians took a break and came down off the stage to get drinks and talk with those gathered. Lindir walked straight to where Melpomaen and Nórdithen were sitting. When he reached them, Melpomaen stood and place a kiss on his lips.

“You were magnificent as always, love.”

Nórdithen’s world came to a halt as the couple kissed again leaving nothing to the imagination about their relationship.

Melpomaen turned to Nórdithen “Lindir, this is Nórdithen from the Havens. He and his twin escorted Galdor here for the council. He has been keeping my company while you were too busy to spend time with your intended. You had better be careful or he will steal me away from you.” He said with a laugh.

Nórdithen mouth went dry as he stood and clasped hands with Lindir, “It is good to meet you, Master Linder, you sing beautifully.”

“Thank you, Nórdithen, and may I also thank you for keeping this one out of trouble for the night. I hope he did not talk your ear off.” Melpomaen gave Lindir a small shove but could not keep from laughing at the comment.

“So you are engaged?” Nórdithen hoped his disappointment did not show in his voice.

“Yes, I did not tell you that? I guess I am just so use to everyone knowing about it I took it as a given. We have been engaged for over a year now and still have not set a date. Elrond thinks we are going for the record of longest engagement in history! But we are happy as we are and have no reason to rush.”

Nórdithen gave a small smile and hoping not to sound rude excused himself. “I think I shall retire now. I would like to get up early and hit the practice fields. Good night, Melpomaen, and it was nice to meet you Lindir.”

“Well that was sodden.” Melpomaen said when Nórdithen had left the hall.

“Mel, I can not believe you” Lindir said shaking his head.

“What? What did I do now?” he asked

“Poor, Nórdithen, you did not tell him you were attached. He had hopes of courting you I would wager.”

“What? No, we just talked.”

“Yes, but you did not see his face when you called me love, nor did you see the way he was looking at you when you were not looking at him. You know I love you, Mel, but sometimes you can be very dense!”

One other in the hall had noticed the way the Nórdithen had been looking at Melpomaen, and he wished he could spare him the disappointment he felt when he learned of the relationship between the scribe to the minstrel.

TBC

Fic: New Love 15/? NC-17

Thu, 12 Jun 2008 21:25:01 GMT

Some answers!

this is the last part I have betaed and I only have 2 more parts written so the posting will slow down after this one!

Part Fifteen:

Dinner was over and Elrond and Arwen led the guest to the Hall of Fire. Galdor looked around the hall, Elladan and Gondithen had fond a quit corner and were talking about growing up with a twin. Nórdithen and Melpomaen were sitting close together listening to Bilbo recite his newest song with the rest of the elves. Galdor quietly slipped out a side door onto the veranda and began to walk towards the garden. His head was swirling with all the things that had happened to him in the past few days. He needed to get away and think.

Glorfindel had been keeping an eye on Galdor throughout the night. When he exited the room, Glorfindel made his excuses to Elrond and followed. He was just a couple steps behind Galdor when he entered a garden with a large hedge surrounding it.

Galdor pulled up short when he saw the dark clad figure sitting on a bench, they made eye contact and Erestor stood quickly “I am sorry, Galdor. I shall leave.”

“No, it’s ok, I disturbed you. You stay, I will walk elsewhere,” But before Galdor could turn to go Erestor called out to him.

“Galdor, wait, I want you to know how sorry I am for what I did to you. I know you can probably never forgive me, but I will always regret what I did.”

“Erestor, I know that you regret what happened. I just want to know why you are pretending to be something you are not. Glorfindel told me that he knew you and loved you in the past, I can not believe that he could fall in love with the same elf that was capable of doing what you almost did last night.”

“You don’t know what it was like; no one does unless they lived through it.” Erestor looked out into the dark night and Galdor could tell he was reliving old memories. “When you loose everything you have ever loved you stop caring and merely survive.”

“Then help me understand,” Galdor said as he walked over and sat beside Erestor. “Tell me your story.”

Glorfindel had stopped at the entrance of the garden unseen by the two elves within. When Erestor began his tale he quietly sat on the grass and made himself comfortable leaning against the hedge, he knew he should not eavesdrop, but could not help himself. Maybe he could learn something to help him understand why Erestor had become the elf he was now.

Erestor told Galdor of how he met Glorfindel and the courtship and binding that happened after. When he told of the fall of Gondolin, Glorfindel felt unashamed as tears gathered in his eyes. He cried not for himself but for his lost friends and the heartbreak Erestor had gone through alone after he had fallen.

“After Glorfindel fell I became a shell of the elf I once was. I had no family left, no home, and yet I had a responsibility to the remaining members of the House of the Golden Flower, they were Glorfindel’s people so they became my people. I took up the role of leadership and did what I had to do the help them survive. We followed Tuor and Idril to the Mouth of Sirion and settled with the survivors of Doriath. It was there I learn that I was desirable not just to my husband but to other elves as well. I began to take other to my bed to gain favor with the wealthy and powerful. The each time I felt someone else’s hands on me besides Glorfindel’s, a little more of me faded until I was completely numb inside. Everything I did was for the House of the Holden Flower and for Glorfindel. At least that’s what I told myself. I had remained friends for Tuor and Idril and when Earendil grew we became friends as well.

When Feanor’s sons attacked the elves were scattered. I traveled to Lindon and found favor with the High King Gil-galad. I never took him to my bed though. He could see right through me and knew I was hurting from deep pains. He became a mentor to me and trusted me enough to tutor Elrond and Elros when they came to live with the High King. By then conquest had become a game for me. I had stopped caring who I had hurt. I did what ever I could to forget. Through it all though I remained loyal to Elrond, he became my lord and as the last remaining member of the House of the Golden Flower in middle earth I pledged myself to the heir of Turgon. When he founded Imladris I helped him build and run it. I had settled into my role as chief counselor which brought new meaning to my life, but old habits die hard. If there was a warm body in my bed then nothing was missing from my life, and the pain I still felt from losing Glorfindel would be pushed to the back of my mind. It worked until he returned.”

Erestor paused and looked at Galdor.

“I don’t understand,” Galdor said. “When Glorfindel was returned why were you not reunited like you had longed to be. Why are you not together now? You are still bound.”

“That is where the tale gets complicated,” Erestor replied with a sad smile. “When Glorfindel was returned he was like a lost child. Imagine dying and coming back to a world you do not know, a world that is completely changed. The only elves that were still in middle earth that Glorfindel had know were Cirdan, the Lady Galadriel and myself. Even the geography had changed.

“When he returned I wanted to go to him and help him, but I took a hard look at what I had become. I was no longer the innocent young elf he had fallen in love with. I was and am nothing more than a whore. So I stayed away. I pretended I did not love him anymore and I broke his heart like he had broken mine.”

“Why don’t you go to him now? Glorfindel still loves you. He wants to be with you, I know he will forgive you.”

“Yes, he would forgive me, but I can not go to him because I have not forgiven myself.”

Glorfindel slowly got to his feet and walked back to his room unnoticed by the occupants of the garden. He had much to think about.

Fic: New Love 14/?

Tue, 10 Jun 2008 23:09:19 GMT

Part Fourteen:

Gondithen had never felt so out of place in his life. Even with his brother by his side he still felt like a child sitting at the adult’s table. Elladan had met them at the entrance of the dinning room and led them to the main table, now he was sitting between Elladan and his brother. On the other side of Nórdithen was a dwarf but the name of Gloin. ~At least I don’t have to sit by the dwarf. Nórdithen is going to kill me for this~ He made eye contact with his twin and he could almost feel the daggers he was shooting at him.

Galdor had also been seated at the main table in between Arwen and Glorfindel. He seemed distant every time the twins had seen him during the day and did not make conversation with those around him even now. Gondithen wondered what had transpired between Galdor and Erestor the night before, but did not want to press his friend for information.

The feast commenced after a welcome from Elrond and news that the hobbit Frodo and his companions had arrived the night before along with Aragorn and escorted by Glorfindel. He was injured, but Elrond expected him to make a full recovery.

After Elrond was seated, servants began to bring out trays laden with all kinds of breads, meats, and cheeses. Elrond looked at all the faces at the main table “Where is Erestor?” he asked.

“I don’t think he will be joining us tonight.” Glorfindel answered.

“Hum” Elrond huffed “I will have to have a talk with him later; he really should attend dinner when we have so many honorable guests.”

“I think maybe you should let him be for now, he is under a lot of stress at the moment.”

“What about Melpomaen? I see he is not here also, no matter.” Elrond said when he realized the whole table was listening to their conversation. “Gondithen, Nórdithen, how have you enjoyed your visit so far?”

Gondithen almost dropped his fork when he was addressed by Lord Elrond.

“It is very lovely here, my lord, and we are learning a great deal from your warriors, and especially Elladan.” Elladan caught his eye and smiled fondly.

Just then the great door at the front of the hall opened with a bang.

“Sorry, sorry,” Melpomaen said as he rushed to the main table. “Sorry I am late, I had some things I need to get ready for the council and I lost track of time.” Mel took the chair opposite Nórdithen. It was like a whirlwind had entered the room as he sat down and almost knocked off the wine glass in front off him as he gestured wildly. “Erestor has been in his office with the door shut all day and I have not been able to find Saelbeth at all, and I need some research done…”

“It’s alright, Mel,” Elrond said “We’ve just started.”

Melpomaen looked across the table and smiled at Nórdithen “Well hello there, Nórdithen, right?”

“Yes, you are correct. Have you figured out how to tell us apart so soon?”

“No, I just figured it was your brother that was sitting so close to Lord Elladan.” Mel answered cheekily.

Nórdithen laughed “Now you know what I was talking about earlier.”

As the meal progressed Nórdithen and Melpomaen got to know each other. Nórdithen almost felt sorry for the dwarf seated beside him because he had no one to talk to. Nórdithen learned that Melpomaen had grown up as a fosterling of Elrond when his parents sailed. Their party had been attacked by orcs on the way to Imladris from Mirkwood. His story hit close to Nórdithen’s heart because of what had happened to his own parents. By the time dessert was served, Nórdithen was completely smitten by Melpomaen and could not wait to learn even more about the mischievous scribe.

Fic: New Love 13/?

Sun, 08 Jun 2008 20:12:14 GMT

Some answers

Part Thirteen:

The day was drawing to a close and Erestor had retired to his rooms. He knew that the dining rooms would be filling up by now, he had heard the bell announcing the dinner hour, but he could not bring himself to rise and make an appearance. He knew that Elrond would not be pleased that his chief councilor was not present at the feast, mingling with the distinguished guest that were visiting from all over middle earth. Erestor knew however that he could not put on a happy face and pretend that all was right in his world.

The incident with Galdor the night before had given him much to think about, and he was doing some very deep soul searching. Currently he was seated on the balcony looking over the valley that had been his home for the last few thousand years, but his thought were thousand of miles away in another time.

He could pinpoint the exact moment when his life had changed. He had been a happy, carefree child. Everyone who grew up in the Hidden Valley of Gondolin had been. They were protected from the outside world and felt that nothing could touch them. As a child of one of the minor lords of Gondolin he had had a comfortable life if not extravagant like the children of the larger houses. That had all changed when he meet the lord of one of the wealthiest houses in the city.

Erestor had caught Glorfindel’s eye at the market the day after his majority and his whole world had changed. Glorfindel was a self-proclaimed bachelor for life, and being one of the oldest elves in Gondolin many started to believe his statement might hold true. When he set eyes on Erestor however all his declaration of remaining unattached flew out the window, and he knew no matter what it took he would make Erestor his forever.

Suddenly Erestor was being showered with extravagant gifts, and he was swept off his feet but the charm and exuberant character that was Glorfindel. Their courtship was the talk of Gondolin, more often that not the two would be seen together, strolling in the gardens of the House of the Golden Flower, or having dinner with Erestor’s family. They were thrilled that Erestor had made such a good match and often hinted that a binding might be in the near future for their only son and the golden lord.

Their differences made them the perfect couple; the shy, quite youth soaked up everything his love would say. Glorfindel taught Erestor how to play chess and soon Erestor was winning every game. He taught Erestor about the running of a large house and soon relied on him for advice and ideas on how to improve things.

Erestor also brought a new meaning to Glorfindel’s life and a twinkle to his eye. Glorfindel could be seen laughing a lot more often with Erestor around. He had a new spring in his steep.

When Glorfindel asked Erestor to bond with him the younger elf did not hesitate for a second before flinging himself on Glorfindel’s lap and giving him a very heated kiss as his answer. If not for the risk of a servant entering the room and Glorfindel’s respect for Erestor’s virtue of course, they would have bonded right then and there.

The year of their betrothal seemed to both fly and crawl for the two lovers. Erestor had come out of his shell more and more and Glorfindel had a hard time denying his young husband to be. He would try to get Glorfindel alone as often as he could, but the golden lord stayed true to his promise to Erestor’s father that he would not claim his son until their wedding night.

Before they knew it the Gates of Summer were drawing close and their wedding day was upon them. Glorfindel had spared no expense to give Erestor the wedding of his dreams. Half the city was invited. The king had officiated, and when Erestor had spoken the words that would bind them together for all eternity Glorfindel thought he could burst with happiness.

Finally the time had come that Glorfindel and Erestor could retire to their suit in the house of the Golden Flower. As soon as the door was shut behind him Glorfindel was pushed up against it and his little dark haired husband stood on his tip-toes to latch his mouth to his new mate’s. How they reached the bed neither of them ever knew, but the bliss they felt when their bodies were finally joined was worth the wait. Glorfindel moved inside his husband setting a steady rhythm, and Erestor meet him thrust for thrust any shyness long gone. When they finally came it was like nothing either of them has ever experienced.

As they lay together after wrapped in each others arms, noises came from the street below their window.

“I can’t believe the celebration is still going on.” Erestor said.

“That doesn’t sound like celebrations.” Glorfindel said while jumping up and heading to the window.

He drew back the curtains and looked at the chaos sweeping over the city. Just then an insistent knock was heard at the door. Glorfindel’s man servant entered without waiting for a reply.

“Sir, we must go; the city is under attack.”

“Under attack, what do you mean? The city is hidden from the outside world,”

“We have been betrayed, sir, we must flee.”

Erestor had already risen from the bed and throw on his wedding robes. He looked as Glorfindel with large, frightened eyes. “What are we going to do?” Glorfindel had him in his arms in a second.

“It’s alright; we are going to get out of here.”

It took Glorfindel less then a minute to strap on his breast plate and sword. He would have to do with out the rest of his armor; his main concern was getting Erestor to safety.

They made their way through the streets dodging and weaving through the terrified population holding tight to each others hand until they came to the king’s courtyard. Most of the soldiers of the city were already there. The heat and smell of burnt flesh was in the air. Glorfindel drug Erestor behind him until he spotted King Turgon and Idril with little Earendil. Idril was trying to calm some palace workers and lead them to the hidden path out of the city.

Glorfindel stopped for a moment and pulled Erestor close. “Listen to me, Erestor. Stay close to Idril, she knows the way to safety. Never doubt my love for you; I will find you no matter what.”

Tears were streaming down Erestor’s face as he nodded. He knew he would not be any help to Glorfindel if he stayed, so with one last passion filled kiss he turned and followed Idril and tried to help calm the frantic elves that were fleeing to the hidden passage.

Glorfindel watched him for a moment that turned toward the battle. He bravely fought along side the other warriors and Lords of Gondolin, and when Ecthelion fell bringing down Gothmog the Lord of the Balrogs he took heart that though his best friend was dead maybe his city could survive, but the orcs and evil creatures kept coming until the retreat was sounded. Glorfindel ran for the hidden passage along with what was left of the army of Gondolin.

The light at the end of the tunnel was new hope of Glorfindel and the elves with him. As the came upon the back of the line of elves that had fled earlier Glorfindel spotted a dark head in white wedding robes helping a mother keep her children together.

“Erestor!” he yelled

Erestor turned with a look of pure bewilderment on his face.

“Glorfindel!” He ran back to his love. Their embrace was bittersweet and lasted only a few seconds as Erestor pulled back and checked Glorfindel for wounds.

“Are you okay?” he asked

“I am fine, we must keep moving.”

As they started up the path arm in arm the ground began to shake. Glorfindel turned and felt the heat immediately; a balrog was close behind and coming fast.

“Go!” he said pushing Erestor up the path.

The battle that ensued between Glorfindel and the balrog claimed both their lives and Erestor’s shattered as he watched his husband of twelve hours being pulled to his death by his golden locks.

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Erestor wiped a tear from his face he didn’t know he had shed. Even after thousands of years, thinking about Glorfindel’s death still cut him like a knife to the heart. He had to get out of the house and feel a part of nature, the peace of the gardens would help to calms his shaken nerves.

Fic: New Love 12/?

Fri, 06 Jun 2008 23:08:52 GMT

Part Twelve:

“Gondithen, wait up.” The voice that came from behind him sent shivers down his spine. Elladan came running up behind the twins who had just finished training. Nórdithen kept walking giving his brother a sideways glance, they had yet to talk too much about the fight that they had had the previous night.

“What’s wrong with your brother?” Elladan asked.

“Just a small disagreement, you know how twins can be.”

Elladan chuckled. “Yes, I do.”

They stood in silence for a moment, “Was there something you needed, Elladan?” Gondithen finally asked.

“Uh, well…I…that is I wanted to ask if you would sit by me at dinner, your brother too, of course. It’s just that the council will be soon, and then you will be going home soon after that and I find myself wanting to get to know you better.” The words came out in a jumble and he could not understand why he all of a sudden felt so shy, this was not like him at all. But Gondithen was so beautiful and he had not felt this way in a long time, if ever.

“Are you sure it won’t be a problem? I mean we are just warriors, we can’t sit at the high table with the lords.”

“I am just a warrior also.”

“Yes, but you are also the son of the Lord of this Valley, and heir to the lordship yourself.”

“That may be.” Elladan said and scratched his chin as if thinking. “Well, then as future Lord of this Valley, I make a decree that you shall sit at the high table tonight,” he said very officially, and then winked at Gondithen, who began to smile. “And your brother too, of course.” He said as an after thought.

“Who am I to deny the future Lord of the Valley?” Gondithen replied. “I will see you tonight then.”

With a nod and a smile, the two parted ways, both walked a little straighter and if one looked closely, with a new bounce in their step.

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Nórdithen had returned to their rooms after leaving Gondithen on the training grounds. He cooled off with a bath and had brushed out his hair but his twin had still not returned.. It hurt Nórdithen that his brother was keeping things from him. They had always been inseparable and now it felt like his brother was pulling away from him. ~I guess we’re just growing up~ he thought. Finally, he decided not to waste his time before dinner sitting around their room when he could be out exploring the Last Homely House.

He made his way down corridor after corridor until he came to two large doors. As he stepped inside he was greeted with books stacked to the large cathedral ceiling. The famous Imladris library

He stepped inside and began to look around. He walked past rows and rows of tomes. He turned to the right when he reached the wall that held a large bank of windows. The sun was streaming into the library and warming the air. ~If I am not careful I will get lost in here. ~ At the end of the aisle almost in the very corner of the library sat a desk that was occupied by a little scribe with mousy brown hair.

Melpomaen looked up as he heard foot steps coming down the long aisle that led to his favorite desk.

“Can I help you find anything?” he asked with a smile, but inside he was wracking his brain trying to figure out which twin stood in front of him.

“No, thank you, I am just looking around. You are working late.” He said to make conversation.

“Well someone has to, you don’t think Master Erestor would be doing any work this late with all the potential conquests running around here do you?” Melpomaen replied with a grin. Then covered his mouth, “You won’t tell anyone I said that will you?” he asked not looking the least bit guilty.

~He is a little spitfire~ Nórdithen thought then added out loud “Of course not, I have a feeling you might be speaking truthfully.”

“Why don’t you come and sit with me.” Melpomaen said while pulling a chair closer, “I am sorry I don’t remember which twin you are; I know it drives Elladan and Elrohir crazy when people mix them up but when one is identical to the other what do they expect! They should have to wear signs, but I have found a trick so I very rarely call them the wrong name anymore.”

“And what would that be?” Nórdithen asked with a smirk ~My, he is a talker.~

“It is in the way they walk, Elladan favors his father and clumbers around almost like a man and Elrohir has the grace of the elves. The only time I have trouble is if they are sitting.” He said with a laugh.

“I can see the flaw in your theory.”

“Now you and your twin must have a way to tell, a way to distinguish yourselves from each other.”

“We do, but we don’t like to share it. I think it is much more fun to have people figure it out for themselves, it is easy if you study us when we are together, although not many have seen us together much lately.” He added darkly.

“Why not? If I had a twin or even a sibling, I would spend as much time with them as possible.”

“It seems Gondithen has found someone else he likes to spend time with more than me.”

“Ah, and you are feeling left out?”

“Maybe a little, I hate feeling this way. I know I should be happy for him, and I am, but I just wish I could find someone to light that spark I see in my brother’s eyes now. We had a fight and I have not really talked to him since.” He said guiltily.

“You will, Nórdithen,” Melpomaen said as he laid his hand on Nórdithen’s knee, “But I think you should make up with your twin; lovers may come and go, but he will be your brother for all of eternity.”

“How did you get to be so wise?” Nórdithen asked with a smirk.

“Well, I certainly didn’t learn it from Erestor,” he replied with a laugh. “Now go and talk to your brother.”

“Will I see you at dinner?”

“I might make an appearance, if someone would stop bothering me so I could finish my work.” He said with a wink.

Fic: New Love 11/?

Wed, 04 Jun 2008 23:25:24 GMT

here is the next part.

thanks so much to Tena for doing a quick beta job so I could get this posted tonight!

Cirdan had not been able to concentrate on his work for the last few days. The incident with Daemir weighed heavy on his mind. Usually the presence of Galdor would help his uneasiness, but he was far away and the memory of him was of little consolation.

He had taken to walking along the beach after sunset to try to ease his troubled thoughts. Daemir had, thankfully, been avoiding him since the night he had snuck into his room. He was the last elf Cirdan wanted to see, and all the interaction that would normally take place between them was handled by an undersecretary.

As he looked out at the sinking sun over the water his thoughts drifted to Galdor who was hundreds of miles away. He remembered the first time they had met. Galdor had been so young, just past his majority and just starting his work as an assistant to one of the advisors of Cirdan’s court. He had been so star struck to meet the ancient elf lord. It did not take long for Galdor to prove his worth and move up in to ranks of the Mithlond council. Cirdan had been taken with his youthful exuberance from the first moment they had meet, but he knew it would come to no good if they became involved. He wanted what was best for Galdor and if those around them thought he had gained his station because he was the lover of the Lord of the Havens, Cirdan would not be able to stand it.

Once Galdor was a member of the advisors, Cirdan could no longer hide his feelings for him. He asked Galdor to dine with him in his chambers as a celebration. Galdor had reluctantly agreed, not because he did not want to dine with the elf lord, but because he was afraid he would make a fool of himself in some way. Cirdan later found out he almost declined. He was so nervous to be dining with the elf lord he became sick before hand.

When Cirdan opened the door to allow Galdor entry, his breath caught in his throat, he was beautiful. After thousands of years being alone Cirdan knew that he would make this elf his own.

To this day Cirdan could not remember what they had eaten, too wrapped up was he in the elf that sat across the table from him. When the meal was over they had moved to the floor in front of the fire to play a game of chess. Cirdan could not concentrate and when he reached to make a move, he clumsily knocked over Galdor’s king. They both reached to save it at the same time, when their hands met sparks flew. Cirdan pulled Galdor close and kissed him deeply as he had longed to do for months. He was thrilled to feel Galdor respond to the kiss and wrapped his arms around the younger elf, the game board forgotten. When they came up for air Galdor’s large green eyes stared into Cirdan’s.

“My lord, I am sorry. I should go.” Galdor said breathlessly and began to rise but Cirdan pulled him back down even closer.

“Sorry for what? I kissed you, Galdor, and I would like to do it again if you will let me. I have loved you for a long time. Please tell me you have some feelings for me.”

“I am so confused, my lord. I do have feelings for you, but you are my lord, and I have always felt that my feelings were wrong. How could you love someone who is so far beneath you. I am no one compared to your wisdom and grace.”

“Oh, Galdor, you are so much more than you think. You are beautiful and wise for your years, and you have a fire inside you that has set a spark off in my soul. I don’t think I could live without you now that I have found you. Please let me make you mine. Let me claim you as my own.” With that Cirdan took his mouth in another heated kiss. Galdor’s arms found their way around Cirdan’s neck as he pulled him down to the furs they were seated on and on top of him.

“Yes, make me yours,” Galdor whispered heatedly when the kiss broke. He felt lightheaded and consumed by the unknown emotions of lust and love he was having for the elf staring down at him. Galdor was untouched and the feelings Cirdan was igniting in him were wonderful and frightening at the same time.

“Please, my love, go slow, I have never done this before.”

“I know, Galdor, I will take care of you,” he lifted his little treasure and carried him to the bedroom and deposited him on his large bed which had been cold for far too long.

Cirdan was ripped from his memories by a frantic voice in his head, knocking him off his feet with the intensity

~ Oh Cirdan, Cirdan give me strength. What should I do?~

“Galdor!” he said aloud. He knew it was his lover’s voice echoing in his head but they had never been able to farspeak with each other, and Galdor should be safe in Imladiris by now. What could be happening to him that he would need help.

~Galdor~ Cirdan tried to reach his mind and grasp the connection he had felt so strongly moments before but did not receive an answer. But there was no doubting it was Galdor’s voice he had heard and his little love needed him. Cirdan rose from the sand where he had fallen and rushed to his chambers.

The Lord of the Havens running through the streets and the halls was a site that had the residence talking for a long time to come. Daemir had just exited his office when Cirdan rushed by. “My Lord?” he called so stunned he forgot he was avoiding Cirdan. When he received no answer he followed Cirdan to his chambers and found him throwing traveling cloths into a bag.

“My lord, what is the meaning of this, where are you going?”

“I am going to Imladiris.” Cirdan replied matter of factly.

“Imladris? I thought we agreed it was unwise for you to leave the havens, you can not go.”

Cirdan stood straight to his full height and looked Daemir in the eye “Who are you to tell me what I must and must not do? Galdor needs me and I am going to him.”

“My Lord, what has happened? How do you know Galdor needs you?

“He farspoke with me just a few minutes ago, he needs my help.”

“Please see reason, even if it were wise to leave your realm by the time you reached Imladiris any hurt that has been dealt to Galdor or threat he is facing will be long gone. Please send someone else, I will gladly go.”

“You would travel to Imladris to help Galdor?” Cirdan said skeptically.

“If it meant you staying here and safe, I would go in a heart beat. We know that the nine are abroad, you were a ring bearer, Sauron doesn’t know you have given it away. If they were to find you in the wilds alone, they would kill you or worse take you to him. You must stay here where it is safer.”

Cirdan sat heavily on the bed all the wind gone out of his sails. “You are right, Daemir,” he sighed. “I was thinking with my heart and not my head. I just hate being so far from him and unable to help when he needs me.”

“You really do love him don’t you?”

“More then anything or anyone I have ever loved, he is the other half of my soul and if we can farspeak our connection must be even deeper than I thought.”

“Have you tried to speak back to him?”

“Yes, but I did not get an answer.”

“I would keep trying, my lord.”

************************************************************************

Galdor had retired to his bed but he could not sleep. He was not afraid of Erestor, he knew that Glorfindel’s threat would be taken seriously and Erestor would not bother him again. He could not get the desperation he had seen to Erestor’s eyes out of his head. When Glorfindel had shown up Erestor had changed into a completely different elf. He looked like a lost elfling, not the chief counselor.

The guilt Galdor felt was also laying heavy on his mind. He knew it was not he fault that Erestor had touched him so intimately but he had put himself in that situation. His pride had not allowed him to turn down Erestor’s invitation to dinner, even though he knew the older elf might be lusting after him. Why had he not just sent a note to Erestor and gone to dinner with the twins? Then none of this would have happened and Galdor would not be feeling as if he had betrayed his lover.

Galdor was curled up on his side thinking about Cirdan when a softness brushed his mind.

~Galdor, please answer me, my love. ~

Galdor shot up in bed. ~Cirdan? ~

~Thank the Valar, you can hear me, Galdor? ~

~Yes I can. How is this possible? ~

~Galdor, are you well? I heard you call to me over an hour ago.~

~You heard me? Yes, I am well now, Glorfindel helped me. ~ He did not want to tell Cirdan what had happened yet.

~What happened? Were you hurt? ~ Cirdan’s voice sounded frantic.

~No, I was frightened. I thought someone was going to hurt me. I still can’t believe we are able to farspeek. Are you well? I miss you terribly and wish I were home right now~

~I miss you too, young one. Now that I know you are safe I can rest easier. Has the council been held yet? ~

~No, the Hobbit has only arrived yesterday and he was injured. I suspect it will be a few more day yet, and then hopefully we can begin our journey home. ~

~Galdor, please don’t be in too much of a hurry to get home. You know I miss you but please enjoy the time that you have in the House of Elrond, there are many things that you can learn, and I don’t want you to travel if the roads are not safe. Ask the advice of Glorfindel, he will not steer you wrong. And know I must go I feel a little drained. If we practice we will be able to hold our connection for longer periods of time. I will talk with you again soon. I love you with all of my being.~

~And I you, my love~ With that Cirdan’s presence was gone from his mind and Galdor felt an emptiness fill his heart.

Fic: New Love 10/?

Tue, 03 Jun 2008 00:50:51 GMT

I know some of you are not going to like this, but it must be done! let me know what you think!!!

Part Ten:

Galdor could find nothing to wear. Every robe he tried on was either too reveling or looked dumpy. He wanted to look good because Erestor was a highly respected lord of the valley, but he did not want to draw too much attention to his body for fear of Erestor getting the idea that he was interested in him. He finally settled on a white robe with trim under tunic of light blue, the colors of his realm which always reminded Galdor of Cirdan with his blue eyes and oh so light hair. It was fitted but not so tight as to show off the curve of his backside. He wore his hair down flowing freely to his shoulder blades.

He had just finished dressing when a knock sounded at the door. A maid was on the other side to take him to where Erestor was waiting. He followed her down the hall and up a flight of stairs then down another hallway until they stood in front of a large set of double doors.

“I will leave you here,” she said with a smile. “Master Erestor is just inside.”

Galdor swallowed nervously as she walked away and he raised his hand to knock. He only waited a few seconds before Erestor opened the door.

“Come in, Galdor. I am glad you came.” Galdor followed him through the room. As they past, he looked around and noticed that the room had two doorways to their left. Through one he could see a large bed with plush pillows ~this is his private quarters! What have I gotten myself into?~ Straight ahead of them was another doorway, this one covered with curtains of deep burgundy that fluttered in the breeze.

“I hope you do not mind eating outside. The view from my balcony is one of the best in Imladris.”

“Not at all.”

A small table was set up on the balcony which also contained some other chairs and a lounge that almost looked like a sofa.

“Have a seat, Galdor. Would you like some wine?”

“Just a little, thank you.”

“So,” Erestor began as he poured the wine, “How have you enjoyed your stay so far?”

They talked about the history of Imladris, Galdor was surprised to learn that Erestor was with Elrond when he discovered and settled the safe haven. They also talked about who was present for the council and who had not shown up yet. Naturally, the conversation came around to Galdor’s home and his history there. He was careful not to mention anything that would bring to light the intimacy that he and Cirdan shared. Once dinner was done, Erestor stood and walked to a chair that pointed out over the valley.

“Join me, Galdor; I am sure we will be more comfortable over here.”

Because Erestor had done or said nothing that, to Galdor, sounded like a come on he had dropped his guard a little and walked over to the lounge and took a seat. He rested his goblet on the floor beside him and looked up at the stars. They were not as bright as they appear on the coast, but he found Eärendil easily. ~I wonder if it shines brightest over this valley where his line still lives?~

Galdor was so intent on looking up that he failed to see Erestor stand and walk over to him until he came into his view above him. Erestor leaned down and placed his lips against Galdor’s, which caused the young elf to gasp unwillingly giving Erestor free access into his mouth. Erestor used this to his advantage and plunged in to the mouth below his. His hands came up as he pushed Galdor down onto the lounge until he had one on both sides of his head. He already had Galdor pinned under his weight before he began to struggle. This got Erestor even more excited and he ground his arousal into Galdor’s hip. Lack of air made him pull away slightly.

“What is the matter, Galdor, you act as though you do not want this when you have been begging for it all night?”

“No!” Was all Galdor could reply before the lips were back and sneaky hands were rubbing him between his legs. He tried to buck Erestor off but he would not budge. ~Oh Cirdan, Cirdan give my strength what should I do?~

Erestor left his mouth and traveled down to his neck he still had Galdor’s hands pinned above his head. Galdor yelled for him to stop as Erestor pulled on his robe and exposed his chest. Through the lust beating in his veins he began to register that Galdor might not want this. He was not playing hard to get, he really did not want this. Just than a force pulled Erestor off of Galdor and threw him half way across the balcony. He looked at the scene before him and saw golden hair.

Galdor looked up into a face that could have been an angel, Glorfindel had come. Glorfindel had saved him; he clung to the massive elf, and was lifted up and held at arms length.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

“No, no I think I’m alright.” Galdor said shakily.

Glorfindel looked at Erestor who was still crouched on the floor looking up at him.

“Glorfindel,” Erestor whispered.

“What were you doing? Do you have any idea who this is? He is Lord Cirdan’s lover. Erestor how could you do this?” There was hurt and anger as well as many other emotions in Glorfindel’s eyes. He helped Galdor to his feet once again and covered him with a throw from the sofa.

“Lord Cirdan’s lover? I didn’t know; I thought he was unattached. I never would have tried anything if I had known who he was.” he whispered “Please, Glorfindel, Galdor, I got carried away…” Erestor cried.

“No, Erestor, you did not just get carried away, you lost control completely. I never would have thought you capable of something like this. I suggest you stay away from Galdor in the future. And to think I am still …” Glorfindel stopped himself before he said too much.

Galdor had started to cry as Glorfindel picked him up, still wrapped in the blanket, and carried him down the hall towards his own room. They entered and Glorfindel set his precious cargo down on the sofa before the fire. He then went to the side board and poured Galdor some wine.

“Drink this,” he said placing the cup in Galdor’s hand. “It will make you feel better.”

“Thank you.” Galdor’s hands shook as he brought the wine to his lips and drank. “What were you going to say?” He asked, looking at Glorfindel who was staring at the fire with that sad look upon his face again.

“What?”

“Back on the balcony, you were yelling at Erestor you said ‘and to think I.’ You what Glorfindel?”

“I was going to say, and to think that I am still in love with him.” Glorfindel hung his head like a defeated elf.

“You love him?”

“Yes, for many years now, and I am almost ashamed to say I love him still. No matter what he has done in the past, or what he will do in the future. You must understand him like I do, Galdor. He has had a hard life and he overcompensates by playing the seducer, but that is not who he really is. I know that this does not excuse what he did to you tonight, and I believe that if I had not shown up Erestor would have gotten a hold of himself before he did you any harm.”

“Tell me his story.” Galdor asked.

“I cannot, for I don’t know the whole of it myself, and I would tell it through the eyes of love. If you wish to know the whole, true story you must ask Erestor, although I think you will have a hard time getting him to speak to you after the threat I made on him.” Glorfindel answered with a sad voice.

“Will you ever tell him?”

“He knows how I feel about him. He is too wrapped up in forgetting what has happened to him, and is not ready for real love again. I will not be just another one of his conquests, when I have him, it will be forever. I will not accept less than that.”

“How do you know of Cirdan’s relationship with me?” Galdor felt he was opening old wound for his savior and wanted to change the subject.

“Cirdan and I are friends and have been since me first life.” Glorfindel explained. “We correspond quite regularly, and I could tell that someone had won his heart. When I inquired further, he told me about you. You are a very special elf to make that old seadog change his ways.”

The comment had its desired effect when Galdor blushed and gave a little smile.

“I am happy for you both.” Glorfindel added.

“Thank you, Lord Glorfindel; I am ready to go back to my room now.”

“I will take you, and please do not call me lord; I have not used that title since my rebirth.”

Glorfindel slowly walked Galdor back to his rooms.

“Thank you again; I am not sure what would have happened if you had not been there.”

“As I said, Galdor, I know that Erestor would not have really done anything that would cause you permanent harm. I would not fear him if I were you. Goodnight, sleep well.”

“Goodnight, Glorfindel, I hope to see you tomorrow.”

With that Glorfindel bowed at the waist, turned on his heels and walked back to his rooms. But it was not easy for him to sleep when he got there. Images of Erestor swirled in his head. The first time they had met, the time they had spent together, that last fateful night before the end, and meeting him again in Rivendell.

Finally, he abandoned his bed and went for a walk in the crisp night air. His feet lead him to the bench where he had spent many sleepless nights. It had a clear view of Erestor’s balcony, from this spot he could see into his room and when lit from the inside he could see his heart’s desire’s shadow play upon the curtains. How he loved him and how he missed him.

Look what Agie did for me!!

Mon, 02 Jun 2008 00:51:42 GMT

Thank you so much!

I must say I think I like the moonboat one the best. It has a very romantic feel about it though they are all beautiful.

I had a very nice birthday I went out to my Mom and Dad's house they live out in the country so it is very peaceful.My brother and his family came over and my Grandma and we had a cookout. it was a lovely day and the breeze cooled things off a bit so it wasn't so hot!

Fic New Love Part 9/? NC-17

Sun, 01 Jun 2008 17:24:11 GMT

It is so stinking hot even the dogs just want to lay around and lily is usually always getting into something
plus I had to mow the yard, on my birthday, but no one else is going to do it, and its my own fault. I should have done it yesterday.

anyway here is part 9. enjoy!

Part Nine:

The following day, after the twins had finally wakened, and Galdor had given them the healing potion, was spent by the twins on the training grounds trading skills with the Imladris elves. With Glorfindel away, Elladan had taken over training. He was frustrated to not be out hunting orcs or being sent out to gather news of the enemy, and that frustration showed in his temperament. He was short with the new guards and would not give a compliment to anyone.

“He is not always this harsh.” One of the guards told the Mithlond twins in a whisper.

“I should hope not,” replied Gondithen, “If he were, I don’t think there would be anyone signing up for the guards.”

“Do you have something to add my friend?” Elladan had caught some of the conversation, and although the twins were guests he did not take lightly the mockery of himself or his teaching.

“No, sir.” Gondithen said quickly while vigorously shaking his head.

“Then let us continue.”

After the training session ended some of the Imladris warriors stood around the twins talking when Elladan approached. “May I have a word with you?” he asked Gondithen, the younger twin followed Elladan as he walked towards the woods which bordered the training grounds. Gondithen caught up with him quickly.

“My lord, I am sorry for disrupting your session…”

No,” Elladan cut in “It is I who is sorry. There is so much going on right now and I wish to be a part of it, but am stuck here training youngsters, but that is no excuse. I should not have jumped you like that.”

“It is alright, my lord, we are all on edge now and I did not take it to heart.”

“That is good. And stop calling me ‘my lord’; it sounds like you are talking to my father. I am just Elladan.” He said with a smile. They had walked in to the woods now.

“Let me show you something.” Elladan said as he led Gondithen farther. Gondithen followed and as Elladan pulled back a branch he gasped at the view before them. They were on the edge of a small cliff and before them a waterfall the emptied into a small pool before trickling toward the Bruinen by way of a creek.

“It is beautiful, is it not?” Elladan asked in a whisper as if he were afraid to disturb the scene in front of them. “My brother and I come here often and though it is not hidden it has somehow become our place alone. I can not imagine ever leaving this place even though I know we will one day sail.” he said almost to himself.

“Then you have made your choice? You will become one of the elder and sail to Aman with your father.” Gondithen did not know why, but this gave him such joy to hear this news.

“Yes, my brother and I will sail, but it will not be for a long time yet. If my foster brother is successful in his mission, my sister will stay and become mortal. If that happens we will not leave her until her time is over.” Elladan did not know why he was telling his innermost feelings and thoughts to someone who was practically a stranger but it felt good to talk to him. He felt as if this elf already knew so much about him. “I am sorry to burden you with this; I know we all have our own problems.”

“No, Elladan, do not be sorry. We all need someone to talk to.” Gondithen smiled. They stared into each others eyes until Elladan cleared his throat “We should be getting back.”

They walked slowly on the path chatting about mundane things until they came back to the clearing. Nórdithen had already left to get ready for the afternoon meal. They walked on to the house and Elladan did not leave him until they were at the twin’s door.

“I will see you at dinner.” he said with a small bow and quickly walked away towards the family wing.

Nórdithen was waiting for his twin when he slipped through the door. “What did he say?” he asked eagerly.

“He wanted to apologize for yelling during training.” Gondithen said as he began to take off his cloths and get washed up.

“That’s it, you were gone quite a long time for him just to apologize, what else did he say?”

“Nothing.” Gondithen had never kept anything from his twin, but for once it did not feel right to tell him what was said between himself and Elladan.

“Fine, do not tell me.” Nórdithen huffed.

The rest of the time was spent in quiet while the twins prepared for dinner with Nórdithen pouting and Gondithen thinking on the conversation he had had with Elladan and how beautiful his eyes had been when he was angry with him.

In another part of the house at the same time Galdor was also getting ready for dinner.

The DMV or welcome to hell

Sun, 01 Jun 2008 00:56:46 GMT

So my birthday is tomorrow and I had to renew my registration and tags for my car. I know that the ladies at the DMV work hard but gees could they work a little faster. I had 5 people in front of me and it took over a half an hour, just how I wanted to spend my Saturday. The kicker was when I finally got up to the window I was done in 3 minutes, they should have a line just for renewal, or maybe I should just do it by mail next year, there's an idea!

to top it off the weather has been so screwed up lately. Yesterday I had to wear a jacket to work and used my down comforter on my bed and today it is over 80. I hate Ohio weather. its the only place you can use your heater and air conditioner in your car on the same day!

when I got home I had a lovely surprise in my email box, Agie had gifted me with a paid account on Live Journal! thank you sooooo much Agie! What a sweetheart she is.

Now I have to figure out how to use all these goodies. I like to think I am pretty technology savvy, but I had a heck of a time loading userpics because I could not figure out how to resize them. luckily I found a great website that does it for you, could not be easier.

Then I found this oh so cute theme with a little pug just like my Ivy!

I am going to work on New Love some tonight, I think I work best late at night, so I want to get another part pounded out tonight and post one tomorrow.

Fic: New Love part 8

Fri, 30 May 2008 00:39:54 GMT

Here is the next installment of my story. I am trying to keep a little bit of a cushion of parts that I have done so I don't have too much of a break in between posts. As of now I have 15 parts done, and have slowed down writting a bit. Hopefully I will get some more written over the weekend, but my birthday is Sunday so I am not sure how much time I will have to write.

let me know what you think!

Part Eight:

Dinner had been a merry event, the food and wine had been plentiful and the company good, but a dark cloud seemed to hang over the whole affair. Galdor smiled at the toast in his honor and even danced with a couple of the Imladris soldiers (just to keep up appearances that he was a single elf). The twins danced with everyone and were more that a little drunk. Now that it was time for bed, Galdor had to try to round them up and get them to their room. He had Gondithen’s arm around his shoulder and was trying to pull Nórdithen up from a chair to do likewise when he heard a voice from behind him.

“Would you like some help, mellon-nin?”

Galdor looked behind himself while trying not to loose his balance and keep Gondithen upright. “That would be most appreciated, Master Erestor.” He said with a weak smile. “One would think they had never been to a feast before. I am sure they will not be having so much fun in the morning. I hope you do not think that all elves from Mithlond are given to drink this much.”

“Do not be so hard on them,” Erestor replied “They are young, and this is their first time away from home. I am sure no one thinks badly about them or their kin.” Erestor bent down and pulled Nórdithen up from the chair with ease. The twin wrapped himself around Erestor and tried to kiss him on the cheek, but Erestor moved back just in time.

“Hello, beautiful,” Nórdithen said. “Do you want to go to my room or yours?”

“Nórdithen!” Galdor was shocked at the younger elf’s behavior.

“It’s quite alright, Galdor,” Erestor said than added with a chuckle “I don’t think you could handle me, pen-neth, Even without the drink hindering you.”

Somehow Galdor and Erestor managed to get two sloppy and vulgar elves up to their rooms and into bed. “I do not envy them the headache they will have in the morning.” Galdor commented as they shut the door and headed down the hallway towards Galdor’s room, Erestor trailing slightly behind him.

“Nor I, send them to the healing wing if it is too bad, the healers have an amazing concoction that will ease their pain. I have a feeling they will not be the only ones in need of it tomorrow.” Erestor answered. By this time Galdor had reached his door and turned to find Erestor only a hand’s span away from him. His dark eyes looked in to Galdor’s and he felt his breath speed up “Would you dine with me tomorrow, Galdor?” Erestor asked in a whisper.

Galdor nodded his head before he could stop himself.

“I will send for you in the afternoon then.” Erestor said with a small smile. ~this is too easy~ he thought. “Good night, Galdor.”

“G-Good night.” Galdor replied as he slipped inside his rooms. ~you idiot! ~ He screamed at himself. ~why did you except his invitation? You know what he is doing to you. Have you forgotten about your lover, your other half? It is only dinner. What could possibly happen? ~ He argued with himself.

~Lots of things, do you not remember the first time you laid with Cirdan started out as only dinner! ~

Galdor flopped down face first on to the bed and hit his head against the pillows a couple of times ~idiot~

Fic: New Love 7/? NC-17

Wed, 28 May 2008 23:21:04 GMT

here is the next part of my story.

Part Seven:

The travelers rounded the last bend in the road and gazed upon the splendor that was the Last Homely House. Their escort took them across the bridge and left them to follow the road that led to the courtyard. “Mae govannen,my friends, word has been sent ahead that you have arrived and there will be someone to welcome you. I must return to the border.” With that he turned and left them.

“You were right, Galdor, I saw about three elves already that I would not mind courting, and we have not even reached the house yet.” Nórdithen said referring to Galdor’s comment after they had met Glorfindel; there were many beautiful elves here.

They followed the path and were soon in the courtyard with many elves gathered around to see their kin from the Havens. Most elves travelled from east to west to Mithlond, not away from. Many elves gathered in the courtyard had family and friends that had gone to the Gray Havens to take the straight road to Valinor, and they were eager to talk with Galdor and the twins to ask if they had seen them.

In the middle of the crowd stood a particularly impressive elf dressed in regal robes and wearing a mithril circlet, which his long brown hair was intricately woven into. He looked welcoming to Galdor’s eyes and had a warm smile on his face. Beside him stood his sons who Galdor had seen once before when they had accompanied their mother to the Gray Havens to sail. They were tall and broad with hair and eyes like their father but their features were more refined, and Galdor assumed that they had inherited them from their mother. Beside them stood and elf that Galdor had never seen before and one which he had no idea who he could be, was it Melpomaen, or maybe Lindir, no it could not be him, he was said to have white hair. ~I know it must be… ~

“Welcome to Imladris, I am Lord Elrond and these are my sons, Elladan and Elrohir.” Elrond’s greeting cut off Galdor’s thoughts.

The three elves dismounted and bowed low to the lord of the valley and his sons. “Thank you for having us, my lord,” Galdor spoke for all of them. “It is an honor to meet you, and I look forward to the council. I have brought word from my lord and he wishes me to convey his deepest regrets for not being able to come himself, but in these dark times, he deemed it unsafe for him to leave his people.”

“Very true, may I assume that you are Galdor?”

“Yes, my lord, and these are my friends and escorts Nórdithen and Gondithen.”

“Erestor will take care of you and make sure that you are settled” Elrond said to Galdor then addressed Erestor. “Please show our guests to their quarters and see that they have something to eat. Everyone else leave them in peace for at least today. Get back to work.” He said in a teasing tone as the crowed began to disperse.

~Erestor, of course. Who else would the dark haired elf standing next to the royal family be~ Galdor mentally slapped himself as he and the twins followed Erestor into the house and up the steps to the second story.

“Your rooms are here, Galdor, and the twins will be right down the hall. I hope you do not mind sharing a room with each other we are a bit over crowded at the moment. There are elves from all of the realms along with dwarves and men here to attend the council.”

“That is quite alright, Master Erestor; we share a room in the havens as well.”

Erestor smiled politely “I will leave you to unpack then; your things should have made it up here by now. For the next couple of days you will be free to do as you please as some summoned have not arrived yet. Let me know if you need anything.”

Thank you.” Galdor said for all of them. Erestor walked the twins to their room as Galdor stepped in to his.

Galdor was lying on his bed and staring up at the ceiling without really seeing it. During the past two days he had done a little exploring in the valley and house. He had seen the rose garden, the river, the stables, and the library. It was beautiful but every were he went Erestor seamed to be, which was not bad, but the looks that he gave Galdor made him feel embarrassed and flushed. He thought of his lover, maybe Cirdan was sitting on their bed right now thinking of him. Galdor tried to imagine the feel of Cirdan’s hands on his chest. He rubbed his nipples through his tunic and moaned Cirdan’s name when the door burst open and two blurs jumped on him laughing.

“Get off me!” Galdor said as the twins wrestled above him and pinned him to the bed. When the press on his wrists slacked a bit Galdor took his chance and flipped Nórdithen over.

“Ha, who is the master now?”

“Is that what you say to Cirdan?” Nórdithen asked as he and his twin giggled.

“You are disgusting.” Galdor crawled off of the bed and sat on a chair near by while the twins cuddled on the bed. “Your room is a lot bigger than ours.” Nórdithen commented while looking around the lushly furnished room.

“Of course it is, I am more important than you.” Galdor answered with a smirk. “So, the sons of Elrond are attractive,” he added nonchalantly trying to gage the reaction of the two elves on his bed.

I suppose,” Nórdithen said, “but that Erestor is beautiful.”

“Do you think so?” Gondithen said, surprised at his brothers tastes which usually ran parallel to his own.

“You do not? With that ebony hair and creamy skin! Who would not think he is beautiful? I suppose you prefer Melpomaen with his mousy brown hair and short stature?”

“Maybe I do,” Gondithen shot back before sticking out his tongue at his twin, who punched him in the gut. After that, an all out wrestling match started up again and Galdor had to separate them.

“Boys!” Galdor called “One would be hard pressed to count you among grown elves with only your behavior to go on.”

“He started it.” they both said while pointing at each other.

“My point is proven.” Galdor said dryly.

Just then a knock was heard on the door. Galdor went to answer it while the twins kept trading punches and cheap jabs. Galdor was surprised to see Erestor on the other side of the door. He looked Galdor up and down, as if he were pray. When Erestor’s eyes finally lifted to his face, Galdor could see a glint in them that made him nervous. He was not use to being ogled like a piece of meat. Holding his head up high and squaring his shoulders, he addressed Erestor. “What can I do for you, my lord?”

~you can do many things for me~ Erestor thought. ~ Or better yet I can do many things to you~. “Dinner will be served in one hour in the hall. We will be honoring you and your companion’s safe journey and presence in our humble vale.”

Erestor’s voice was rich and low and sent a shiver down Galdor’s back. ~is he doing that on purpose or is that how he always talks? ~ Galdor thought. “Thank you, my lord.” Galdor said, and then closed the door quickly.

“Who was it, Galdor?” Nórdithen asked.

“It was Erestor, he came to tell us dinner will be served in an hour so I suggest that you two go and get ready.” The twins jumped up and headed for the door shoving each other out of the way. They both wanted to look good to impress the Imladris elves and wanted to be the first to the bathing room so they did not have to wait on their twin to finish.

“And make sure you wear your robes.” Galdor called after them.

Once they were gone Galdor sank in to a chair and thought about the enigma that was Erestor. He was certainly handsome and seemed like a friendly elf, but there was something in the way that he looked at Galdor that gave him a funny feeling. It was almost like he thought he owned him, and would soon stake his claim. ~Well I would like to see him try~ Galdor mused ~my heart and soul is already claimed. ~

Let me know if you like it or not. I know that people are reading it because I have had a lot of hits on AFF, but I have not had hardly any comments (Ifeel like I am wining). I am wondering if it is too run of the mill. Am I telling the same story everyone else is, or is it because my main characters are Galdor and Cirdan, as I have said all along Erestor and Glorfindel will show up and the story even shifts a bit to where they are the center of the story.

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