Part 25/25
Claimed.
“No!” Trying hard to fight
down his panic, Haldir pushed the dead Uruk-Hai out of his way so he could
kneel beside Elrond. Gently, he gathered the half-Elf in his arms. He breathed
a sigh of relief, realizing his lover’s chest was rising. Elrond was still
alive. Looking about, he saw that the guards were taking down the last of
Saruman’s creatures. They had won.
Erestor’s gaze met
Elrohir’s. The younger half-Elf was fighting alongside his brother and had seen
Elrond go down. Elladan however, didn’t know yet what had happened. Erestor,
seeing the last Uruk-Hai go down, quickly turned to Glorfindel. The blond’s
eyes were fastened on Elrond and Glorfindel seemed thoroughly shaken. He
quickly wrapped an arm around his lover, forcing him to focus. “Melamin, check
on Erion and make sure all women and children are reassured.” He wanted to join
his lover when checking on their son, but he was still needed here.
Glorfindel nodded once and
drew in a deep breath. His gaze settled on his nemesis, who had fallen under
his onslaught. This was one demon he could finally put to rest. Walking away
from Erestor, he stepped into the house, heading for the inner chambers where
he would find Lindir and Erion.
Elladan, who turned
around, froze in his tracks, seeing Haldir hold his father’s fallen form.
“Elbereth, nay…” Elrohir’s hand settled on his shoulder and he found comfort in
his brother’s touch. “Please tell me he is still alive.”
“I can tell he is
breathing,” said Erestor, who had joined the twins. “Haldir and I will take
care of him. Would you make sure the Uruk-Hai’s corpses are gathered and
burned?”
Elladan desperately wanted
to trade places with Haldir, and be the one holding Elrond. But at the same
time he realized that Haldir and Erestor were the ones best suited to take of
his father. Nodding once, he drew in a deep breath. “We will make sure the
corpses are disposed of.”
Erestor now hurried to
Haldir’s side. Hazel eyes, obviously scared, met his. “Let me examine him.” His
gifts as a healer didn’t compare to Elrond’s, but he felt confident he could
help.
Reluctantly Haldir allowed
Erestor to gather Elrond in his arms.
“Elrond? Meldir? Can you
hear me?” Erestor thoroughly examined the wound, and although the half-Elf was
losing blood rapidly, he didn’t think the injury was mortal.
After blinking his eyes
once, Elrond managed to focus on his old friend. “I… hear… you…”
“I will take you to the
Healing House, mellon-nîn.” Erestor lifted Elrond carefully in his arms and
gave Haldir a reassuring smile. “Do not worry too much, Haldir. Elrond has
survived worse injuries.”
Haldir sighed relieved and
quickly followed Erestor to the Healing House.
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Glorfindel ran down the
corridors, eager to be reunited with his son. Slaying his nemesis had freed him
of a burden he hadn’t known he carried. He had never delighted in killing
someone before, but taking this Uruk-Hai’s life had filled him with a
bittersweet feeling of satisfaction.
Catching sight of Lindir,
who was reassuring the women and children, he quickly informed them that the
attack was over.
Lindir, relieved to see
Glorfindel unharmed, tenderly placed Erion in the blond’s arms. “He is a brave
baby. He did not cry once.”
Glorfindel smiled and cradled
Erion close to his chest. Erion’s blue eyes sparkled with delight and
Glorfindel pressed a loving kiss on his son’s brow. “We are safe, Erion.”
Saruman now knew that his plan had failed and hopefully the Istar wouldn’t
bother with him again.
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Erestor placed the
half-Elf on the bed and then stepped back, letting the healers take over. After
exchanging a glance with his old comrade in arms, Erestor folded an arm around
Haldir and led the shocked Galadhrim to the waiting area. “Elrond will be fine.
He trained the healers himself and they will take good care of him. Do net
fret. Elrond is strong.”
Haldir suddenly remembered
something. “But he is half-Elven. Doesn’t that mean he is weaker, compared to
us?”
Erestor sat Haldir down
and removed the sword from the silver-haired Elf’s hand. Haldir was still
tightly clutching it. “I would never dare to call Elrond weak,” he said
teasingly.
Realizing he was still
holding onto his sword, Haldir relaxed his fingers and let Erestor place it
aside. “Are you sure the wound is not mortal?”
“Aye, I am sure.” Erestor
gathered one of Haldir’s hands in his and rubbed the knuckles. “Elrond will
recover. It is only a matter of time before the healers will let you visit with
him. But they need to tend to him first.”
“I need to see him, talk
to him. This sweet madness has never possessed me before and my heart aches
with the need to be close to him.” Haldir pleadingly looked at Erestor. “Do you
understand?”
“I do,” said Erestor reassuringly.
“I feel the same way about Glorfindel and Erion.”
Haldir forced himself to
relax. Elrond was in the best of hands. Erestor was right; it wouldn’t be long
before he could visit with Elrond. He clung to Erestor’s words when the
dark-haired Elf once more reassured him that Elrond’s wound wasn’t mortal. /I
cannot lose him! I love him!/
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“How badly injured is Ada,
do you think?” Elladan found it impossible to concentrate on his task of
disposing of their attackers. “Do you think Erestor did not want us near
because Ada is seriously injured? What if…?”
In an effort to reassure
his twin, Elrohir rested a hand on his brother’s shoulder. He waited for
Elladan to make eye contact with him and then said, “Ada was breathing and
conscious. We won’t lose him.” Between the two of them, Elladan had taken
losing Celebrían the worst. And no matter how much he tried to comfort his
twin, Elladan still hurt inside.
“We can take care of
this,” said one of the guards, who had seen the worried expressions on the
twins’ faces. “You should be with your father.”
Elladan shot the guard a
thankful look and then dragged Elrohir toward the Healing House.
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Erestor rose from the
chair when the twins entered. Seeing their worried expressions, he tried to
soothe them. “The healers are attending to Elrond’s wounds.”
Elladan took up pacing the
waiting room whilst Elrohir seated himself next to Haldir. The silver-haired
Elf was biting his bottom lip and a frightened expression shone from the hazel
eyes. Elrohir felt like he should comfort Haldir and smiled reassuringly. “Ada
will be fine.”
At exactly that moment a
healer entered the room, informing them that Elrond was conscious and willing
to receive visitors. The twins and Haldir immediately hurried into the next
room, eager to be reunited with Elrond.
Erestor however, turned
away and left the waiting area. He needed to see Glorfindel and Erion.
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Elrond should have known
chaos would erupt within the sick room when his sons and lover stormed inside.
He had hoped they would take turns visiting him, but all three of them now
huddled near his bed.
Haldir possessively
claimed one of his hands, rubbing the skin. It was obvious that his lover
needed the physical contact and he allowed it, pleased that their love ran this
deep.
Next was Elladan, who
flung himself at his father. Elrond tensed momentarily and Elladan immediately
pulled back, realizing his father was hurting. “How do you fare, Ada?”
Elrohir had managed to
stay into the background. Seeing Elrond awake and coherent was enough to
reassure him.
“Elladan, I cannot deny I
am hurting, but I hope to be on my feet again in a few days. For now, the
healers have confined me to bed.”
“And you *will* stay in
your bed until they give you permission to rise,” said Haldir firmly. “You made
sure that I rested when I was injured and now I will do the same thing for
you.”
Elladan caught the tension
between Haldir and his father and stepped away from the bed. Elrond’s wound was
clearly not life-threatening and he could safely leave his father in Haldir’s
capable hands. “You scared me, Ada.”
Elrond smiled
apologetically. “He surprised me. I did not realize someone was behind me. I
should train more regularly. I do not want to be taken out again.”
“I will help you get back
in shape,” promised Haldir, who now carefully sat down on the side of the bed.
Elladan gave in when
Elrohir began to pull him toward the doorway. He realized Haldir and his father
wanted a moment alone, but he didn’t want to leave Elrond yet.
“Come with me, brother.
Ada does not need us. We should help our injured comrades instead.” Several
guards had been injured, and as Elrond had trained his sons in the art of
healing, they should offer their help and look after the wounded.
Elladan nodded once. His
father was in the best of hands with Haldir. Looking up, he suddenly realized
that Erestor had left. /Probably to check on his son./ Elrohir pulled him along
and they joined forces with the healers, tending to their wounded.
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Erestor opened his arms
and caught Glorfindel in them. Erion, now cradled between them, cooed happily
at having his parents close again. “Everything is well. Elrond’s wound is not
life-threatening and we successfully dealt with Saruman.”
Glorfindel nodded. “Now
that Saruman knows his plan failed he will hopefully leave us alone.”
Keeping one arm folded
around his lover, Erestor guided him and their son back to their rooms, where
they cuddled up on the bed and started playing with Erion. /I thank the Valar
no one was killed or seriously hurt. I would not have survived losing
Glorfindel and Erion./
Similar thoughts were
racing through Glorfindel’s head. “I am so glad we dealt with this threat
successfully.”
“And you killed… *him*.”
Glorfindel swallowed hard
and met Erestor’s eyes. “It was he, who…”
“Who hurt you,” finished
Erestor for his lover. “How do you feel now?”
“Better… relieved, knowing
he cannot hurt me any longer.”
“You fought well,” said
Erestor, complimenting his lover. Glorfindel could have easily frozen in the
heat of the fight, but the blond had stood his ground.
Glorfindel smiled radiantly
at Erestor. “I feel whole again.” Kissing Erestor on the lips, he held his
lover and son close.
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Haldir still wasn’t used
to seeing Elrond sleep with his eyes closed, and he regularly checked on his
lover to make sure the half-Elf was still alive. He couldn’t help worrying; his
thoughts were still racing, making him relive the moment he saw Elrond go down,
over and over again.
“Do not brood,” said
Elrond, who had just woken from his healing sleep. The healers had laid him on
his stomach so they could easily tend to his wound and he had to cock his head
uncomfortably in order to look at Haldir.
Haldir shook himself from
his dark musings and moved closer to Elrond. Kneeling, he deeply looked into
Elrond’s eyes, which, he noted thankfully, were free of any pain. “My heart
stopped beating when you went down. For one terrible moment I thought I had
lost you. Until then I did not realize just *how* much I love you, but I know
now.”
Elrond managed to smile
weakly, wishing he could sit upright and wrap his arms around the silver-haired
Elf. “The healers already told you that I will be on my feet in a few days, so
why are you still this worried?”
“I could have lost you,
Elrond,” said Haldir in a serious tone. “The thought of losing you is
unbearable. I am afraid I would have followed you to the Great Halls of Waiting
as my heart would have been consumed with grief.”
Those words took Elrond
aback. “Nîn naur, I am alive and I will make a full recovery. Stop worrying about
losing me. I am here to stay.”
Haldir sighed relieved.
“For the next few days you will want for nothing. I will read your every wish
from your eyes.”
Elrond grinned wickedly,
momentarily forgetting the ache that throbbed through his back. “And what is my
wish now?”
Haldir laughed. “You are
too easy to read, Elrond.”
“I want a kiss…” Elrond
tried to roll onto his side, but a wave of pain stopped him. Immediately, he
felt Haldir’s hands on him, holding him in place.
“Stay.” Haldir’s face
inched closer to Elrond’s. The silver-haired Elf managed to capture Elrond’s
lips and bestowed a tender kiss on them. “Do not move and do not try to rise
from the bed. Rest.”
The determined expression
in the hazel eyes told Elrond that his lover was serious. “I promise to rest.”
“Good,” said Haldir
smugly. “And now you will go back to sleep.” The healing sleep would aid
Elrond’s recovery.
Elrond reluctantly agreed;
Haldir was right. But first he needed to ask some questions. “How does
Glorfindel fare? And Erion? Did we suffer any casualties?” He had seen his
sons, so he knew they hadn’t been injured.
“Glorfindel killed many of
the beasts. And after the end of the fight he rushed inside to be reunited with
his son. They are both well.”
“Any casualties?”
“Several sentries were
killed when the Uruk-Hai washed over the land and during the fight some more
guards were injured.” Haldir raised a
hand and stroked the tangled, long dark hair. “Let me worry about the guards.
You should rest.”
Reassured that all was
relatively well, Elrond allowed himself to relax and he slowly began to fall
asleep again. The soothing caresses to his hair continued and he smiled, happy
that he had found true love with Haldir.
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“Thank you for looking
after Erion tonight.” Glorfindel appreciated Elrohir’s offer to baby-sit Erion.
Erestor and he had planned a romantic encounter and knowing Erion was safe with
the younger half-Elf would help them relax and enjoy this night.
“You are welcome, meldir.
It is a pleasure to look after Erion,” said Elrohir, smiling. Erion’s
expression was a little doubtful, but Elrohir was confident the baby would feel
comfortable with him eventually. Arwen had loved to play with him when she had
been little. “Do not worry about Erion, Glorfindel. Go, be with Erestor.”
Glorfindel blushed weakly,
realizing Elrohir knew only too well why he wanted to be alone with his lover.
‘Thank you,” he whispered again and then turned around, leaving the corridor
Elrohir’s rooms were in. Tonight, he would finally claim Erestor.
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Erestor stared at the
star-lit sky, recalling Glorfindel’s worried reaction when he had beseeched the
blond to make love under the stars. It had taken him some time to reassure
Glorfindel; the
“I am still not sure why
you want to do this here,” said Glorfindel puzzled. He carried a blanket with
him and a glass vial filled with oil.
Erestor came to a
standstill and signaled for Glorfindel to spread the blanket over the grass. “I
am a free spirit, melamin. You may not know this, but there have been nights I
sneaked out of the Last Homely House to spend my nights under the star speckled
heavens.”
They both pried off their
shoes and Glorfindel sat down on the blanket, pulling Erestor down with him.
They settled comfortably, resting in each other’s arms. The night was long and
they had all the time they needed. Nothing would be rushed tonight.
“I miss Erion,” admitted
Erestor softly. “He has become part of my life so quickly. I never thought I
would have children one day.”
“Neither did I,” confessed
Glorfindel, “But I thank the Valar for granting us Erion. We will find great
joy in seeing him grow up.”
Erestor nodded against
Glorfindel’s chest. The urge to feel Glorfindel’s skin on his overwhelmed him
and he brought up his arms behind the blond’s back, effortlessly rolling his
lover atop of him. “When will you finally claim me? I crave your touch,
melamin.”
Glorfindel smiled
dotingly. “Soon, nîn bellas.” Slowly, he began to unbutton his lover’s shirt,
and then slid it down the shoulders, revealing his lover’s upper torso. “I
remember being surprised at seeing your well-trained body. I never knew you
were hiding such a lean form beneath your robes.”
Erestor swallowed hard as
the tips of his lover’s fingers ghosted over his skin. Glorfindel’s fingernails
teased his nipples into hardness and his leggings suddenly were too tight, as
his arousal strained against the fabric. He fought for control, allowing
Glorfindel to be in charge.
Glorfindel saw the strain
and tension in his lover’s dark eyes. With practiced moves, he removed his own
shirt and lowered himself until their chests touched. Rubbing his nipples
against his lover’s, they moaned in unison and shared pleasure.
“I am afraid I won’t last
long, melamin.” Erestor’s breath came in short gasps, as he lovingly ran his
fingertips down Glorfindel’s back.
“I remember how careful
you were when you prepared me,” whispered Glorfindel, undoing the lacing of
Erestor’s leggings. “There was no oil and you…”
“I promised not to hurt
you,” panted Erestor softly. Unexpectedly, Glorfindel pushed down the fabric,
sliding the leggings down his long legs until the blond flung them aside. His
erection stood proud, arching slightly and already leaking pre-ejaculate.
Glorfindel loved feeling
Erestor squirm beneath him. After removing his own leggings, he pushed a knee
between his lover’s legs, which eagerly parted for him. Settling down between
the muscular thighs, his fingertips explored his lover’s body. Erestor’s was
rubbing his lower body against him, eager to find release and the sensation
made him smile as another memory returned to him. “You came the moment you had
buried yourself in me.”
Erestor stared into
Glorfindel’s eyes, feeling entranced by the blond’s closeness. “I had wanted to
make love to you for so long and when it finally happened I was unable to keep
back.”
Glorfindel had opened the
vial and poured some oil into his hand. He liked the way Erestor’s eyes widened
when he stroked himself, spreading the oil over his hard flesh. “I hope I will
last longer. My body is also tense.” “I want to be inside you, melamin,” he
said as he rubbed some oil in between Erestor’s cheeks.
“Then take me.” Erestor
lifted his head and claimed Glorfindel’s lips whilst his hands guided his
lover’s erection into his warm and welcoming body.
Glorfindel sighed deeply,
sheathing himself in one fluent thrust. “Melamin…” Now that he was inside the
tight passage, he felt like coming, but he forced himself to remain motionless.
Blanketing Erestor’s body with his, he wrapped his arms around the dark-haired
Elf.
Erestor wasn’t sure what
to make of Glorfindel’s actions, but after a moment he felt it as well. The
connection, which had been formed by the Valar, sparkled with energy and love.
Wrapping his long legs around the blond’s waist, he rocked slowly, encouraging
Glorfindel to thrust.
“I love you so much.”
Glorfindel pressed a tender kiss on Erestor’s brow before accepting the
challenge and setting a slow rhythm. Kissing, their tongues chased each other
lazily. Their love intensified their pleasure and slowly he picked up speed.
Erestor arched his back
and met each of Glorfindel’s thrusts. Moaning, he surrendered to his lover’s
passion and awarded the invading tongue victory.
With firm and determined
strokes, Glorfindel made sure he constantly hit that hidden gland inside
Erestor’s passage. “Come for me, melamin. Show me how much you love me.”
Those words pushed Erestor
over the edge. He bit his bottom lip until a droplet of blood appeared -- which
Glorfindel kissed away -- and then released a contented moan.
Erestor’s twitching inner
muscles helped Glorfindel reach orgasm, finding release deep inside his lover’s
body. Holding Erestor tightly, he claimed his lover’s lips in a lazy kiss.
Satiated and spent, they
stared into each other’s eyes. The air around them sizzled with energy and for
one brief moment they saw the golden cord
-- their connection --
that bound them together. It faded the moment ecstasy left their bodies.
“Please do not pull out
yet,” whispered Erestor, “I like feeling you inside me.”
Glorfindel obliged and
pressed closer to Erestor’s quivering body. “I am never letting you go again.”
Erestor smiled, hearing
the possessive tone to Glorfindel’s voice. “I have always been yours.”
Glorfindel lifted his head
and nodded once. “Yes, you are mine.” He rested his head on Erestor’s chest and
deeply inhaled his lover’s scent. “And I am yours.”
In his darkest hour,
Erestor had been his guiding light. It was the dark-haired Elf’s love that had
seen him through and for that he would love Erestor forever.
The End
May 2003
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