Title: Coming Home

Author: Morgana  ---  morganalebeau@yahoo.com

Website; http://www.paranoid.nl/avalon
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor and Elrond/Celebrían and Elladan/Elrohir (implied)

Rating; nc-17

Summary; Imladris’ newest addition proves to be a handful and quite a mystery.

Disclaimer: These characters are all Tolkien’s.
Warning: AU, angst, mention of physical abuse.

Author’s Note: All mistakes are all mine; yeah, I am greedy! And remember; this is AU!

Beta read by Lady Mirfain, thanks!

Coming Home

Part 13

Erestor cursed the fact that he was limited to the use of one hand only. Glorfindel had even reprimanded him when he had tried to raise the injured limb to caress the blond warrior’s face. “I love you, Glorfindel,” Erestor said in a serious voice. “You are the first to… to…”

Glorfindel, straddling Erestor’s hips and practically drooling with delightful anticipation now that the raven-haired Elf was naked beneath him, placed a finger across Erestor’s lips in order to silence him. “Hush, my love. I know what to do, and what not. Trust yourself to me.”

Erestor nodded once and looked trustingly into Glorfindel cerulean eyes. The blond warrior had been gentle and careful whilst undressing him and laying him down on the big four-poster bed. The sun, painted on the canopy above their heads, sparkled even brighter and her rays seemed to reach for them. “I love your bed.”

“I am glad you do,” whispered Glorfindel, running his large, warrior hands down Erestor’s flanks. He had dreamt of them being in this situation and now he finally had the opportunity to do with Erestor as he pleased. They were both aroused, but Glorfindel didn’t touch any of their arousals yet, content to explore Erestor’s body with his fingertips, mapping it. “But I hope you like *me* even more.”

Glorfindel’s flirtatious answer took Erestor’s breath away and he yielded quickly and with much desire when the blond vision bent down to claim his lips in an arduous kiss. Until now, Erestor hadn’t thought about the actual act itself, but now he found himself wondering what to expect. They were naked, panting, and hard; everything was becoming real in a frightening tempo.

“Relax, my love. I promise to take excellent care of you.” Glorfindel’s lips trailed down to suckle the sensitive skin beneath Erestor’s ear. His hands caressed every inch of Erestor’s body, alternating speed and pressure of his touches. Soon, Erestor arched up against him in mute begging and he eagerly indulged his lover. Returning to Erestor’s lips, he kissed him lazily, exploring and teasing the tongue that wanted to wrap around his. At the same time, his right hand located Erestor’s arousal and he set a slow, but determined pace, stroking Erestor toward completion.

Erestor’s hips rose to meet with Glorfindel’s strokes and surprise shone in his chocolate brown eyes. He had thought they would go all the way tonight! They had done this before! Was this as far as Glorfindel intended to go? Had he misunderstood?

“Hush, love of mine. I want you to be relaxed and sated… That way you will last longer when you are inside of me.” Glorfindel grinned, feline-like, seeing the surprise in Erestor’s eyes. “I promised you that we would make love, and we will.”

“But, I thought…” Glorfindel’s strokes sped up, became more demanding and Erestor failed to finish his sentence, now that pleasure was taking over. “Kiss me…”

Glorfindel obeyed and possessed his lover’s lips. He suckled on the tip of Erestor’s tongue, expertly manipulated his lover’s testes and erection with his nimble fingers. As expected, warm cream splashed against his abdomen. “That is one, love.”

Panting, and slightly confused, Erestor looked his lover in the eye. “But…?”

Glorfindel stopped him by claiming Erestor’s lips once more. Whilst Erestor was solely focused on their kiss and the ecstasy running through his body, Glorfindel located the small phial of oil, which he had brought to bed with them. “I want you inside of me, Erestor…”

”I don’t know what… or how…” said Erestor, who tried to calm down his breathing. Waves of pleasure still washed over him and he felt lazy and relaxed. If achieving that sensation had been Glorfindel’s intention, the warrior had been successful!

Glorfindel removed the stopper and let some of the oil drip onto his fingers. He would have preferred for their first time to be different – for Erestor to have made a complete recovery, as he loved an active lover in bed -- but now it was up to him to lead them through this.

Erestor gasped, at the feel of slick fingers coating his member, which, to his utter surprise, was growing interested again! Raising his good arm, his fingertips found Glorfindel’s lips and caressed their soft tissue. “Glorfindel, I…” Somehow, this felt wrong. Like it was supposed to be the other way around – that it should be Glorfindel claiming him!

“Easy, love. This is our first time together; you are injured and quite inexperienced. We should do it this way.” Glorfindel stroked Erestor’s erection back to full hardness and then added more oil to the hard flesh. “Just enjoy the experience. I promise to take you when you are healed, if that is your desire.”

“It is…” whispered Erestor, dazed. The sensations running through his body overwhelmed him and took away any objections he might have left. He stared, admiringly, at the warrior’s well-trained body when Glorfindel raised and positioned himself. “Please be careful…”

Glorfindel kissed Erestor hard, touched by his lover’s words. Even now, Erestor worried for his well-being! The blunt head of Erestor’s arousal pressed against the opening to his body and Glorfindel bit his bottom lip, whilst slowly lowering himself onto his lover’s shaft.

Erestor’s eyes widened and he moaned with pleasure as more of Glorfindel’s tight heat enveloped him. He had never experienced anything like this before!

Glorfindel’s brow was covered with tiny droplets of sweat by the time that his buttocks finally made contact with Erestor’s lap. He had taken in his lover’s length and now needed a moment to grow used to the invasive feeling. Erestor’s member filled him completely, nicely stretching him. Rotating his hips, he stared at Erestor’s lust-filled eyes. “You fill me up nicely,” he said, paying his lover a compliment.

Erestor giggled and the motion sent sparks of delight through Glorfindel’s lower body. “Stop doing that… I am close to finding release!” And he didn’t want to come yet! Not now, not when he was finally one with his lover!

“Sorry,” whispered Erestor, feeling lost. His body screamed for him to move – to do something – yet Glorfindel had asked him to remain motionless. By the Grace of the Valar, he had never thought making love would feel anything like this!

Seeing how difficult this was on Erestor, Glorfindel took pity on his lover and moved.

Erestor moaned, as the movement sent more sparks of promised release through his body. “Glorfindel…I…” He placed his good hand on Glorfindel’s hip, rubbing the skin there.

Glorfindel nodded once in understanding and then began to move in earnest. It wasn’t long before Erestor’s instincts kicked in and took over, thrusting up to claim him. Glorfindel threw back his head and closed his eyes; Erestor’s thrusts rubbed that sensitive nub inside him and almost drove him out of his mind. Then, completely unexpectedly, Erestor grasped the back of his neck and pulled him close until their lips met in a frantic kiss. Glorfindel’s heart beat faster, finding Erestor was taking control of their lovemaking. He had hoped for it to happen, but hadn’t expected it, because of Erestor’s injury.

Seeing such surrender made Erestor long for more and his instincts got the better of him. The pain in his broken arm no longer registered with him, as he brought his arms up behind Glorfindel’s back, grabbed hold of him, and then rolled him onto his back in one fluent movement.

Glorfindel’s eyes widened in dazed delight, suddenly finding himself on his back with an eager and forcefully thrusting Erestor between his legs. Growls escaped Erestor’s lips and his lover’s pace became feral. Erestor pistoned in and out in a feverish tempo. Accepting Erestor’s dominion for now, Glorfindel wrapped his long legs around his lover’s waist.

Erestor thrust automatically, grunting hard; his need for them to find completion dominated his actions. “Stroke yourself,” he said, panting hard. “I am close.”

Glorfindel obeyed, took himself into hand, and stroked in time with Erestor’s deep thrusts. Seconds later, they climaxed.

Erestor immediately collapsed on top of Glorfindel. His breathing remained fast, and even whilst he was climaxing, he continued to thrust inside Glorfindel.

Glorfindel’s eyes closed, feeling the dual sensation of Erestor finding release inside him, and his hand being splashed with his own cream. Using his other arm, he wrapped it around Erestor in the hope that his lover would remain inside him a little longer. Rubbing large, soothing circles onto Erestor’s trembling back, he held him close and pressed a kiss against his lover’s temple.

Erestor giggled again, lifted his head, and stared into Glorfindel’s eyes. There were no words to convey the way he felt, and he hoped Glorfindel correctly understood the expression in his eyes.

Unconditional love and trust was what Glorfindel read in Erestor’s dark eyes. He couldn’t find the right words to express his feelings either, so he simply stared back and smiled. Erestor inched closer and soon their lips were locked in another passionate kiss, confirming and strengthening their love.

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Satiated and content, Glorfindel rolled onto his side to study his sleeping lover. Much had happened during these last few weeks and he knew that on some profound level Erestor’s perception had changed. The raven-haired Elf now knew his heritage; Erestor knew that Elrond was his sire and that he was even related to Gil-galad. Erestor had found a family and a lover and he hoped that his dark-haired lover finally felt happy. Glorfindel leaned in closer and bestowed a light kiss onto Erestor’s lips. “I love you.” Erestor, whom he had believed sound asleep, smiled.

“I love you too, Glorfindel.”

Now that Erestor was awake at any rate, Glorfindel laughed, and set to kissing his dark-haired lover in earnest. “I will stay with you forever. No one will ever come between us.”

“I will hold you to that promise,” mumbled Erestor, sleepily.

Glorfindel curled himself around his lover and pressed one more kiss onto Erestor’s brow. “Sleep now. I will be here when you wake again.”

“I like that thought…” whispered Erestor, before returning to his sweet dreams.

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Elrond felt nervous, and judging by the faces of his family members surrounding him, they felt the same way. He was grateful that his sons had found a way to accept the changes in their lives; he knew it had been hard on them – on Elladan especially. But they had somehow accepted it, and the twins smiled at each other. Elrond’s eyes narrowed, realizing something had changed between them, but what?

Celebrían sat at his side – as always. Her large, loving eyes smiled at him and he returned that smile, gently cradling her right hand in his. /I love you./

/I know you do, my heart,/ replied Celebrían, gently squeezing her husband’s hand. /And I will always love you. You are the most important part of me./

Elrond guided his wife’s hand close to his lips and pressed a devoted kiss onto its back. /I will never stop loving you. Thank you for accepting Erestor into our lives. And thank you for remaining at my side. I couldn’t have done this without your continued support./

She smiled and nodded her head once. Their love ran deep and united them, even enabling them to communicate without words over huge distances.

“Will Erestor join us for breakfast?” inquired Arwen. It had almost been a day since they had seen him last.

“I hope so,” mumbled Elrond, shifting uncomfortably on his chair. “I want to officially welcome him into our family.”

The twins exchanged a smile. “I like the idea of having an elder brother,” said Elrohir. “And I don’t mean you, my dear twin!”

Elladan pretended annoyance, but then grinned. “You have two elder brothers now!”

Elrohir looked lovingly into his twin’s eyes. /I am grateful you found your way here, Erestor. You gave me my twin back – free of the burden of following in our father’s footsteps. Elladan can be himself again – he doesn’t have to pretend he is someone he is not./

Elrond wondered about the new connection that seemed to run between his sons, but didn’t comment on it. If they wanted to share this with him, they would – in the end.

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“I am nervous.” Erestor straightened his new robes for the umpteenth time. Elrond had requested his presence in the Hall of Fire and Erestor suspected he knew what this was about. “Why? Why does he want to make this public?”

Finishing one braid and starting another, Glorfindel said, “You are his son, Erestor. His firstborn and heir, and Elrond is proud of that, understandably so.”

“But, I have no desire to rule this valley one day! I am content being with you!”

Glorfindel smiled and wrapped his lover in an embrace from behind. Pressing close to the trembling half-Elf, Glorfindel rested his chin on his lover’s shoulder. “Look at your reflection, Erestor.” They stood in front of the mirror, two Elf-Lords, perfectly dressed. “And tell me what you see.”

“I see you,” said Erestor, chuckling softly. But then he quickly grew thoughtful again. “I know the other Elf is me, but… I look different.”

“It is not just the way you look,” explained Glorfindel. “You have changed a lot since we met in the stables. You have become someone else. Oh, the old Erestor is still there, I know that because I sometimes catch a glimpse of him when he is feeling insecure, but I like the new and improved Erestor best. You have become more confident, Erestor. You befriended Elrond and his family, and even more importantly, *this* is your birth right, Erestor.”

“What if I don’t want it?”

“I doubt Elrond will make you decide right now. He has time. But I believe he would prefer for you to be his heir – his replacement, when he is away on official business.”

Erestor still wasn’t convinced, but he also realized he had little say in the matter. “As long as I am with you, I don’t mind too much what position I hold at Elrond’s court.”

Touched by Erestor’s words, Glorfindel tightened the embrace. “You have found a family here, Erestor. Don’t take that lightly. They won’t be satisfied until you are a part of their lives. I know them well enough to understand that.”

Erestor sighed. “I hope I will never disappoint them.”

“Even if you do disappoint them, Erestor, they will still love you, as will I. Our love is unconditional.”

“Thank you,” whispered Erestor, looking from over his shoulder at Glorfindel. Their gazes met, spoke of love, and their lips locked in a devoted kiss.

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Elrond rose from his chair and overlooked the gathering of Elves. Most members of his household had found their way here, just as he had requested. Erestor, seated to his right, drew in a deep breath and Elrond’s gaze shifted to look at his eldest son, encouragingly.

Erestor wished Glorfindel were at his side, but the Captain sat beside Celebrían, at the other end of the table and seemed impossibly far away. He listened, feeling strangely distant as Elrond introduced him to the Imladris Elves, calling him his long-lost son and heir. He cringed at hearing those last few words, as he had no intention of usurping Elladan’s rightful place.

But Elladan, seated to his right, sensed Erestor’s concern and met his elder brother’s gaze. Once he was certain of Erestor’s attention, he smiled and nodded once. “This is your birthright,” Elladan said, touched when Elrohir claimed his hand beneath the table. “I no longer desire to rule in my father’s place. This is your destiny, Erestor, not mine.”

“But…” Erestor flinched, seeing Elrond’s right brow inch higher at hearing their conversation. “Are you certain?” he asked, addressing Elrond and Elladan simultaneously.

“Aye, I am,” said Elladan, nodding once more to stress his words.

Elrond felt content now that the matter had been resolved and proudly said, “Residents of Imladris, I present to you Erestor, the newest Lord of this valley, my firstborn and my heir.”

There had been rumors going about that Erestor was more than met the eye, but none of the inhabitants had reached the conclusion that he was Elrond’s son and heir. Many eyes sought out Elladan for confirmation. Elladan had always been Elrond’s heir, and to them he still remained so now.

Realizing action was needed, Elladan reluctantly freed himself of his twin’s hand and then pulled Erestor to his feet with him. “My father speaks the truth! Erestor is his firstborn and thus the rightful heir. I pledge my allegiance to him!”

“So do I!” Glorfindel jumped up from his chair and a moment later, he blushed, realizing just how much he had revealed to the assembled crowd.

“We know you already did!” said Celebrían, chuckling.

The Lady’s reaction triggered the crowd’s and soon the Elves were chuckling and talking about this latest development. Realizing his subjects had accepted this revelation, Elrond sat down again, gesturing for his sons to seat themselves as well.

Elladan and Erestor complied, but Erestor felt uncomfortable, as a large of amount of eyes were still directed at him. “What do I do now?” To his surprise it was Elrohir, who leaned in closer to address him.

Elrohir, seated in between Elladan and Arwen, smiled encouragingly at Erestor and said, “Elladan and I will teach you what you need to know about Imladris. And I am certain our father will teach you how to rule.” Elrohir’s smile sparkled. “I have another brother now… I like that idea.”

Uncertain how to react to all the attention he was getting Erestor sought out his lover. All throughout dinner – which seemed to last an eternity – they maintained eye contact and at the first opportunity, they excused themselves and left the dinner table.

Once they were in the corridor and safe from curious eyes, Erestor flung himself in Glorfindel’s arms and deeply inhaled his lover’s musky scent. “Feels like coming home,” he whispered.

“You did come home to Imladris,” said Glorfindel, burying his lover in a warm hug.

“Nay, I didn’t mean it like that.” Erestor lifted his head and looked warmly into the azure eyes. “It feels like I have come home to you.”

“Oh, love…” Glorfindel fought down tears of happiness and pressed a kiss onto the crown of Erestor’s head. “Your home will always be with me.”

The End

August 2004