Title: Coming Home

Author: Morgana  ---  morganalebeau@yahoo.com

Website; http://www.paranoid.nl/avalon
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor and Elrond/Celebrían

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. No rape.

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 7

Now that the storm had moved on, Elrond and Glorfindel deemed the time right to inspect the Last Homely House for damage, but the Captain was reluctant to part with Erestor.

Elrond carefully schooled his features, as Glorfindel wasn’t in the mood for teasing, and walked over to the bed. “It is time. We should join the others.” Elladan, Elrohir and Arwen had already left to offer guidance to the Imladris’ residents. “We cannot keep them waiting.”

“I don’t want him to stay back alone,” whispered Glorfindel, carefully extracting himself from Erestor’s hold. The injured Elf had wrapped his good arm around him and had snuggled up to him in his sleep.

“I will sit with him,” offered Celebrían. “No harm will come to him.”

Glorfindel gave her a nod, feeling thankful, knowing she would keep him safe. “Make sure he doesn’t leave the bed. He can be stubborn.”

“And you are extra protective of him because you love him,” said Celebrían, grinning from ear to ear. “I will keep him safe for you, now go, and help my husband.”

Glorfindel had the grace to blush. “Aye, I love him.” He rose from the bed and stood beside Elrond, giving Erestor one last, longing look. “I never knew it could happen this fast.”

Elrond gave his wife a meaningful look. Things had happened fast between them as well. He folded an arm around Glorfindel’s shoulder and guided him out of the room. “Come, much work awaits us.”

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Erestor awoke due to the stinging sensation in his shoulder. His eyes opened – when had they closed? – and the first person he saw was Celebrían, whilst he had hoped to see Glorfindel instead.

“Please, move as little as possible. Your arm and shoulder will heal within the week, but only if you rest.” Celebrían poured more of the herbal tea Elrond had brewed and placed the cup aside to help Erestor sit upright.

Erestor gritted his teeth, biting down the growl that wanted to escape him as the pain intensified. Thankfully, Celebrían assisted him in sitting upright and she pushed a pillow behind his back so he could lean into its comfort. He accepted the cup reluctantly, as he didn’t want to go back to sleep just yet, but seeing her pleading expression, he sipped once. “Where is Glorfindel?”

“They left to take in the damage done by the thunderstorms.” She shifted a little closer on her chair. “How do you fare? Are you in much pain?”

“It is bearable.” Erestor forced a smile onto his face to reassure her. “I will recover.”

Celebrían rearranged the folds of her dress, feeling nervous all of a sudden. “You saved my daughter from certain death. Arwen is still alive because of you.”

“I don’t know about that,” whispered Erestor. “She might have been injured, but I am certain she would have survived. Elves don’t die that easily, do they?”

“She is only half-Elven, much like Elrond and my sons.”

“Half-Elven?” Erestor’s brow revealed puzzlement.

“Aye, half-Elven. Elrond’s father was mortal and his mother Elven. He is a half-Elf,” Celebrían explained, patiently, surprised that Erestor didn’t know this. “You could say that our children are three parts Elf and one part Man.” The sheet had partly slipped from Erestor’s bare chest and she tucked it back around his form. “When the time comes they will have to make their choice; either to belong to the Firstborn and sail for Aman, or be counted among the mortals.”

Erestor grew silent, hearing this. “They aren’t fully Elven? They are part Man?”

“They aren’t like the mortals you encountered – who kept you prisoner. The power of the Firstborn is strong in them. I fear for Arwen though, her future is shrouded in mists.”

Erestor could tell that this knowledge saddened her. “You should cherish every moment with her, then.”

“I do,” replied Celebrían, humbly. “And I have you to thank for all future moments Arwen and I will share.”

Her gratitude made him shy and he blushed. “It was nothing.”

“Oh no, on the contrary, it was very courageous of you.” Seeing the conversation was wearing him down, she ordered him to sip more of the tea. It wasn’t long until he was asleep again.

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“The damage is quite severe,” stated Elrond, dismayed. “Repairing the roof of the stables will take several days.”

“But it will force Erestor to accept your offer and move into the guestrooms. For that, I am grateful.” Glorfindel calmed the horses, which had been startled during the thunderstorm.

“Speaking of Erestor…” Elrond’s voice faded, giving Elladan a thoughtful look. His firstborn was instructing the servants in how to repair the damage done to the Hall of Fire. Elladan would make an excellent ruler one day and Elrond already entrusted more and more responsibilities to him. “Don’t be cross with Erestor for saving Arwen’s life.”

“I am not cross with him,” clarified Glorfindel, lowering his eyes, guiltily, recalling his outburst earlier. “I was scared that I would lose him. I don’t know how it happened or why, but I lost my heart to him and I can’t envision a life without him.” He laughed, joylessly. “We only met a few days ago!”

“True love does that to you,” said Elrond, wistfully. “Enjoy being in love, Glorfindel.”

“And he loves me back!” Glorfindel’s eyes colored with love and excitement. “That is why I reacted like that.”

“I know that, but you might want to be a bit more careful in future. Erestor has known a lot of violence and anger in his life. You don’t want him to associate those emotions with you.”

“I will watch my temper,” vowed Glorfindel. He just hadn’t realized how deep his love ran for Erestor!

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“I will sit with him now. Thank you for watching over him.” Glorfindel gave Celebrían a grateful smile.

“Take good care of him.” Celebrían left, giving Glorfindel a chance to talk to Erestor.

Erestor was still asleep, and Glorfindel cringed, spying blood on the bandage that supported the injured Elf’s arm. “Erestor? Can you wake up for me?”

Erestor’s eyelids fluttered, weakly, but then the eyes opened. “It is you,” he mumbled, contented. “I dreamt of you.”

Glorfindel blushed, weakly. “We will discuss that dream later, my love. First, you will tell me how you fare.”

“I am fine as long as I don’t move about too much.” Erestor drank in the sight of the Elf he loved. “When are we leaving?”

“Leaving?”

“These are Elrond’s quarters, aren’t they? I can’t occupy his bed much longer.” He already felt guilty for imposing on the couple in this way.

“But you cannot stay in the guest quarters either.”

“Why is that?” inquired Erestor, curiously.

“You are injured, love. You shouldn’t be alone.”

“I can take care of myself,” replied Erestor, somewhat indignantly.

“I am not questioning your ability to take care of yourself. I am just saying it would be easier on you if you had someone close to help.” Glorfindel loved seeing that spark beneath the surface; it showed clearly that those villagers hadn’t broken Erestor. He wanted to see more of that fire – that passion – and take it inside him – become one with it… with Erestor.

“Glorfindel?” The intense glow in the azure eyes puzzled Erestor. Glorfindel suddenly shifted closer and took Erestor’s lips in a possessive, passionate kiss. Big-eyed, Erestor allowed it and became a willing participant in the unexpected kiss.

Glorfindel broke the kiss, panting hard. “I never desired anyone as much as I desire you, Erestor.”

That admission made Erestor smile, warmly. “You will have to wait until I am healed, Glorfindel.”

“I hope I can manage,” whispered Glorfindel, not only just pretending disappointment – part of it was real. “You can make it up to me by moving into my chambers, Erestor. That way, I have you close and I can ravage those lips whenever I want.” He was painfully hard and wished he could make love to Erestor right there and then, but he couldn’t – for several reasons.

“Move into your rooms?” Erestor raised his good hand and rubbed Glorfindel’s lips with his thumb. “Do you really want me there?”

“I do! Please?” Glorfindel had never begged before, but now he would do anything to make Erestor agree to his proposal. “Did I already mention that a large part of the roof of the stables has been burned? Including your spot?”

“Nay, you didn’t.” Erestor’s head was cocked so he could stare into the cobalt eyes. “I have the feeling you don’t mind my spot being burned to cinder.”

“You are correct.” Glorfindel’s tongue dipped out and traced the outline of Erestor’s lips. He wondered what kind of lover Erestor would prove to be. That thought was enough to send shivers of excitement down his spine. “Drink your tea now.”

“I don’t want any of it. I have slept enough.”

“Drink it one more time. For me.”

“Why?” Erestor couldn’t help growing suspicious.

“I want you to be asleep when I carry you to my rooms. You would be in pain if I carried you whilst you were awake.”

“I can walk, Glorfindel,” stated Erestor, vexed. Sometimes, Glorfindel was a bit too protective!

“Indulge me this one time, Erestor.” Glorfindel raised pleading eyes and pressed a cup filled with herbal tea into Erestor’s hand. “Please?”

Erestor found he couldn’t deny Glorfindel when he said please that pleadingly and sipped the tea.

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When Erestor awoke the next time it was to a vision of gold and reds. During his sleep, Glorfindel had carried him to his quarters and had placed him on his bed. Erestor hoped Glorfindel would become less protective of him – he wasn’t used to someone acting in this way where he was concerned. The fair Elf wasn’t in the room now and Erestor decided to make good use of the peace and silence whilst it lasted and studied the room.

Glorfindel’s chambers were a dream of suns, golden flowers and reds. The four-poster bed had a canopy adorned with a golden sun whose red and crimson rays reached for the ceiling. The sheets were a mild yellow, soft, and made from the finest silk. A large number of plants had found their way into Glorfindel’s rooms, and Erestor wondered if the blond warrior had made the paintings, which adorned the walls, himself. They depicted people, cities, delicate flowers and Elrond and his family.

Erestor already felt at home and smiled. These rooms were luxurious and suited Glorfindel. His thoughts drifted back to the small room that had been his cell for millennia. The faces of his jailors had changed at least twice each century, but never in all those years had they offered to set him free, keeping him locked up as a prized possession.

He hoped Glorfindel didn’t plan on keeping him confined to this room. He had been locked up most of his life and he longed to spend time outside, preferably near the Bruinen.

The door opened, slowly and quietly, and the sound of rustling garments followed. He shouldn’t be surprised to see Arwen enter, but he was. She looked radiant, dressed in a gown made of red and black velvet.

“May I enter and speak with you? Or would you prefer to sleep?” Politely, she waited for him to make up his mind, seeing she had surprised him by coming here.

“Feel free to enter and speak with me, my Lady,” said Erestor, respectfully. He tried to push himself upright, but his shoulder wouldn’t cooperate and he was forced to remain flat on his back. He was about to apologize for not rising, when she majestically raised her right hand.

“Don’t trouble yourself. Please remain comfortable.” She came to a halt at the side of his bed and smiled, warmly. “You did a very brave thing, coming back for me when everyone else had left. And later, you made me jump, although I was scared. If I hadn’t, I would have been buried beneath the debris, and probably be dead. I owe you my life.”

“My Lady, your mother already thanked me. There is no reason for you…” He grew silent when she lightly placed a finger across his lips. The touch was strangely intimate and he blushed.

“I owe you my life, Erestor. Should you ever need my help, in whatever way, you can count on me to be there for you.” Arwen bent down and placed an innocent kiss on his brow. “Thank you, Erestor.”

Erestor felt speechless; he had never expected such displays of gratitude. First Celebrían, and now Arwen herself.

“My brothers and father will probably visit with you as well to thank you.” Arwen brushed her fingertips nonchalantly across Erestor’s brow and then turned to leave.

Erestor didn’t know what to say or how to react. The door closed behind her and he still hadn’t spoken, as he was too stunned to voice his racing thoughts.

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Soft purring echoed in his ear and Erestor blinked, waking up. “Glorfindel?”

“Ah, you are awake.” Glorfindel licked the skin of Erestor’s throat and purred. “I was hoping that sound would wake you up.”

Erestor grinned, amused. “What ails you? You are acting most peculiarly.”

“Oh, I am not. My desire for you is growing stronger and occasionally overwhelms me. This is one of those moments.” Glorfindel had just returned from a last inspection round and the Imladris’ residents were already repairing most of the damage, which gave him a chance to spend time with his loved one. He had removed his clothes, as they reeked of fire and ash, and had slipped into a clean pair of leggings instead, realizing it was too early to show himself fully naked.

Erestor swallowed, nervously. “Glorfindel, I told you before that I have no experience in this matter.”

“Then allow me to guide you?” Seeing hesitance in Erestor’s dark eyes, he added, “I will be careful and not add to the discomfort your shoulder is already giving you. All you have to do is trust me.”

“I do trust you,” said Erestor, more confidently. “But…” Glorfindel didn’t allow him to finish that sentence as firm lips settled over his, claiming a deep kiss. Erestor squirmed; quickly growing aroused, he stared deeply into Glorfindel’s sapphire eyes. They actually glowed with lust and love and their expression made him tremble, uncertain what to expect.

Glorfindel kneeled beside Erestor and made certain not to put any weight on his injured lover. After kissing Erestor breathless, his lips slowly moved downward to suckle the warm skin of his lover’s throat. Erestor bucked beneath him and a wicked grin appeared on his lips. “Soon, love…” Intent on pleasuring his inexperienced lover, his lips left a trail downward until they finally encountered the first nipple. He licked, teasing the hard flesh, before suckling it gently.

Erestor’s toes curled in pleasure and he panted softly. His shoulder throbbed now that he was moving ever so slightly, but he bit the pain down, as pleasure called to him.

Lovingly, Glorfindel’s tongue sought out the other nipple and he gently nibbled on it. His hand came to rest on Erestor’s leggings and he slowly undid the lacing, freeing the straining erection. Keeping in mind that this was the first time for Erestor, he curled his fingers around the slippery shaft. “You fit perfectly in my hand.”

Glorfindel’s actions had reduced Erestor to mere panting and staring. The feelings, which Glorfindel awakened in him, were new and overwhelming, and he stared at the blond Elf in disbelief.

The dazed look in Erestor’s eyes made Glorfindel feel humble. Erestor had chosen *him* to be with for that very first time and he was determined to make every encounter unforgettable. Sliding down Erestor’s body, he suggestively licked his lips. “I love you, Erestor.”

Erestor’s good hand found its way into the golden hair, caressing it. “What are you going to do?”

“This.” Glorfindel opted for a demonstration instead of more words and licked at the head of Erestor’s erection, tasting his lover for the first time. Erestor gasped in surprise and Glorfindel sneaked a look at him, seeing pleasure and astonishment in the brown eyes. After bestowing a gentle squeeze onto Erestor’s hard flesh, his fingers moved downward, cupping and massaging the testes. Bowing forward, he slowly took in Erestor’s length and relaxed his throat muscles.

Erestor closed his eyes in pure bliss. The warmth that enveloped him was divine and he trembled over his entire body with impending release. “Oh, Glorfindel…”

Glorfindel began to work on Erestor’s shaft in earnest now, almost letting the moist flesh from his lips before sliding down the length again.

Erestor’s eyes opened, abruptly, to take in the wondrous sight. Glorfindel’s golden hair covered his groin area and he brushed it away, so he could actually see what his lover was doing. The sight of Glorfindel devouring him took his breath away and his groin tightened. “Close…”

Glorfindel heard the warning, but didn’t stop, for he wanted Erestor to come!

Erestor could no longer hold back and climaxed with Glorfindel’s firm lips locked around his shaft.

Glorfindel swallowed, convulsively, unwilling to spill a single drop. The hard flesh jerked one last time and then the warm cream stopped flowing from the slit. Grinning like a cat, he looked at Erestor and was delighted to see the pupils dilated, the lips slightly open and a healthy blush on his lover’s cheeks.

Speechless, Erestor watched how Glorfindel licked the last few drops from his softening member.

Now that Erestor was clean and satiated, Glorfindel’s lips returned to his lover’s, allowing the dark-haired Elf to taste himself.

Erestor’s senses were close to experiencing sensual overload and he panted hard, staring wildly into Glorfindel’s eyes. “That… that…”

“That was another first,” supplied Glorfindel, always helpful. “I hope it won’t be the last time though that we engage in this particular activity.”

The wicked grin on Glorfindel’s face was something he would often see in future, of that Erestor was certain. “Thank you for that. No one ever…” Glorfindel silenced him with another kiss and the blond Elf moved closer. It was then that Erestor registered that Glorfindel was hard as well. “What about you?” His right arm was injured and he couldn’t possibly return the favor Glorfindel had just bestowed on him. He still wasn’t fit enough to do that. “I don’t think I can do that – yet.”

Glorfindel smiled, cheerfully, and stretched next to Erestor. Rolling onto his side, he lay facing his lover. “Watch then.” He undid the lacing of his leggings and freed his throbbing erection. Taking himself into hand, he stroked firmly.

Beads of pre-ejaculate dripped from Glorfindel’s shaft and onto the fingers. Erestor had never seen a more bewitching sight in his life and his breathing became hard and labored.

“Would you kiss me? That is, if it doesn’t increase your discomfort.” Glorfindel’s breath hitched and he bucked, wishing he could bury himself in Erestor’s welcoming body. A moment later, soft lips met his and he groaned in pleasure, taking control of their kiss. With eyes wide open, he fantasized about his lover welcoming him with ardor and need. He had parted Erestor’s legs, and in his fantasy he entered his raven-haired lover smoothly -- in one stroke. Oh, Erestor was so warm and tight! The fantasy pushed Glorfindel over the edge and he came violently, his body shaking with release.

The sensual expression in Glorfindel’s dilated pupils would always remain with Erestor. Glorfindel had given everything he was in this encounter and any doubt he might have had about the warrior’s character had been taken away. This was someone who loved him – truly loved him and wanted to share everything with him. “I think I finally found what I have been looking for my entire life. I had almost given up hope that I would ever find it.”

“And what might that be?” asked Glorfindel, playfully.

“True love.”

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Thankfully, Glorfindel was already up and about when Elrond knocked on their door. Erestor had settled comfortably amidst a few supportive pillows and was growing impatient, hoping the healer would allow him to leave his bed.

Glorfindel opened the door and Elrond stepped inside, giving his Captain a warm smile. He was happy that his best friend had found someone to love. “And how do you fare today, Erestor?” He made for the bed and sat down on the edge. Amused, he noticed the blush on his patient’s features.

“I am fine. Can I leave the bed, though?”

Erestor’s impatience didn’t surprise Elrond, but he admonished his patient straight away. “I must examine you first.” The shoulder should have set and the arm begun to heal. “Lean against me.” He helped Erestor to lean forward and his expert fingers carefully examined the injured shoulder. /He is not healing as he should./ The shoulder was still swollen and the ligaments hadn’t settled yet. Carefully, he helped Erestor rest back against the pillows before examining the broken arm.

Glorfindel noticed the deep frown on Elrond’s brow and grew ill at ease, knowing he had worn Erestor down earlier. “Is something amiss?”

“I am not pleased with the healing rate.” Elrond gave Erestor a serious look. “Did you obey my orders? Did you stay in bed?”

Erestor nodded once, rather surprised by Elrond’s worried tone.

“And you didn’t engage in any strenuous activity?” Erestor’s blush intensified, answering Elrond’s question without words.

“Glorfindel!” Elrond glared, accusingly, at the blond warrior from over his shoulder. He shouldn’t be surprised that they were already intimate, but he was. He had thought Glorfindel would take this slowly! “No more activity of *that* kind, do you hear me? Erestor needs to rest or else the bones won’t settle!”

Glorfindel gave Erestor and Elrond a look that spoke of guilt. “I will behave.”

“And now kindly join the guards. They are already waiting for you. I desire a moment alone with Erestor,” instructed Elrond in an authoritative tone.

Glorfindel caught the building panic in Erestor’s eyes – some things apparently hadn’t changed yet. Elrond probably wanted to thank Erestor and to properly welcome him to the family. And Glorfindel wanted to give the half-Elf a chance to do all that. “I will return later, my love.” Glorfindel bent down and placed a parting kiss on Erestor’s slightly bruised lips. Ignoring the pleading expression in the dark eyes was hard, but he managed, realizing Erestor and Elrond needed to talk.

Why didn’t Glorfindel see that he needed him to stay? Beneath the sheet, Erestor’s fingers clawed at the mattress, trying to appear calm and controlled when he wasn’t. But Glorfindel took his leave and he found himself alone with the Lord of the Valley. Old habits died hard and fear slipped into his mind.

“I only have one daughter and she is very precious to me,” started Elrond in a thoughtful voice. “I could have lost her, but you kept her safe.”

Erestor nervously shifted on the bed, biting down the yelp that threatened to leave his lips when his shoulder acted up.

“What you did, kept my world intact and therefore I want to thank you.” Erestor tenderly caressed Erestor’s face, hoping the touch would settle Erestor’s nerves.

But the touch only unnerved Erestor further and he tried to move away from it.

Elrond failed to notice this and continued any way. “You will always have a home here and a friend in me.”

Erestor simply stared at the Elf-Lord, barely hearing what Elrond was saying.

“I would like for you to settle down in Imladris and to become a part of my family, Erestor.”

“My Lord, please… What I did wasn’t special!”

Elrond graced Erestor with a kind smile. “My name is Elrond, not my Lord.”

Erestor bit his bottom lip. “Why can’t you just stop thanking me?”

“Because I want you to know how much your deed means to me.” Elrond finally took pity on his patient and stopped discussing this – for now. “Now, show me your hand.” That wound should have healed completely by now.

Erestor offered Elrond the injured hand and endured the examination.

“This hasn’t healed yet.” It had started to, but the wound hadn’t even closed yet. This was most peculiar. The Elven healing ability should have taken care of this wound by now! “I will apply a calming balm and wrap it up again.”

Erestor let Elrond do as he pleased, but now that Arwen was no longer discussed, he felt a bit more comfortable and studied the half-Elf in turn. The eyes resembled silver-gray stars and the long, dark hair had been braided and knotted. Elrond didn’t wear his circlet today, but still radiated authority and wisdom. /He doesn’t mean me any harm./

However, the problem was that he didn’t have much experience in befriending people. Erestor slowly allowed the truth to settle in. Elrond wasn’t the enemy, but a friend, and he should treat him like one.

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