Title: First Times, First Rides and More Confessions

Author: Morgana  ---  morganalebeau@yahoo.com

Website; http://www.paranoid.nl/avalon
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor.
Rating: R, I think.

Summary; The twins are allowed to ride on horse back for the first time and learn more than is good for them!

Disclaimer: These characters are all Tolkien’s.
Warning: AU, discussion of child loss.

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

Beta read by Aduial, thanks so much!

Manips by SayAye and Daga! Thanks, sweeties!

First Times, First Rides and More Confessions

“Big horsy,” said Elladan, thoughtfully. Elrond had given them permission to ride on horseback for the very first time, and Glorfindel had volunteered to see them through the experience. “Very, very big.” From up close, Asfaloth looked as big as a mountain. Maybe sticking to the rocking horse as Elrohir had suggested wasn’t such a bad idea after all! But he couldn’t go back on his words now after nagging his parents for days because he wanted to ride a real horse!

Elrohir, standing next to his twin, felt uncomfortable as well and took hold of Elladan’s hand. “Do we really want to do this? We can still go back to the nursery. Nana and Ada won’t be cross with us.” The intelligent Elfling had long realized that their parents thought they were still too young to exchange their rocking horse for a real one.

Glorfindel rubbed Asfaloth’s nose soothingly. The proud stallion sensed something out of the ordinary was about to happen and moved about nervously. Glorfindel could have selected a docile mare for the twins, but he preferred a horse that knew it should protect its rider, and even more importantly, he knew how to predict Asfaloth’s behavior. “Who wants to go first?”

“Not me!” Elrohir shoved his twin forward. “Elladan wanted to do this!”

Indignant at his twin’s behavior, Elladan glared at Elrohir. “You wanted to do this too!”

“Only because you nag all the time.” Elrohir crossed his arms in front of his chest. “You go first! If he does not throw you off, I will try it too!”

“I am so grateful to have you for a brother,” said Elladan, glaring at his twin. “You care so much about me!”

Glorfindel snickered and then picked Elladan up. “Now, do not worry. Asfaloth won’t throw you off.”

Elladan gave Glorfindel a trusting look and then wrapped his arms around the blond’s shoulders, holding on tight. “I am scared,” he admitted in a tiny voice.

“You do not have to be,” replied Glorfindel, soothingly rubbing the Elfling’s back. Turning towards Asfaloth, he seated Elladan on the stallion’s back before the twin even noticed. “See?”
 

Elladan’s eyes widened, feeling the horse’s warm back beneath him and his tiny fingers grabbed hold of the white mane, as he felt the need to hold on. “Don’t move,” he told Asfaloth. “Don’t move!” Everything looked so different from up here, seated high upon the horse’s back. He felt distinctly uncomfortable, fervently hoping the stallion wasn’t going to break out into a gallop. He would never be able to hold on and remain seated! Nana and Ada would be worried if he managed to injure himself!

Big-eyed, Elrohir stared at his twin, high upon Asfaloth’s back. Although he was terrified, he couldn’t stay behind. “Glorfindel… me too!” He really didn’t want to mount the horse, but Elladan would tease him mercilessly if he chickened out now.

Reading all that and more in Elrohir’s gray eyes, Glorfindel carefully lifted the Elfling and placed him behind Elladan.

Elrohir’s arms immediately went around Elladan’s waist, holding on tightly. “Everything looks so tiny.”

“That is because we are up here,” whispered Elladan, whose right hand remained buried in Asfaloth’s mane, whilst the other held onto Elrohir’s wrist. “Remind me, why did I want to do this?”

“Because Nana and Ada said you couldn’t,” replied Elrohir, knowingly. “I do not like this. What if we fall off?”

Glorfindel quickly swung himself onto Asfaloth’s back and his strong arms went around his precious charges, keeping them safe and grounded. “I won’t let you fall,” he promised. “And Asfaloth knows to tread carefully.”

The twins clung to each other when Asfaloth took his first, careful steps. The stallion was aware of his charges and moved slowly – cautiously even.

Glorfindel exchanged a curious glance with Elrond and Celebrían, who stood upon the balcony, watching them without the twins ever noticing it. He saw the way Celebrían squeezed Elrond’s hand, and nodded encouragingly. She didn’t need to worry about her sons’ safety. After gracing them with one more smile, he told Asfaloth to head for the gardens.

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“See? Our sons are quite safe with Glorfindel,” said Elrond, soothingly rubbing his wife’s back. “He will keep them safe.”

“Oh, I know they are safe with him,” said Celebrían, giving Elrond a doting look. “But I know our sons. Once they feel comfortable on horseback they will urge Asfaloth to go faster.”

“They grow up so fast,” said Elrond, thoughtfully. “It feels like yesterday that I held them in my arms for the very first time. And now they are riding their first horse.”

Celebrían leaned back and Elrond wrapped his arms around her. She had been tense, nervous even, these last few days and he wondered why. “Is there something…?”

She turned in the embrace, smiled sweetly and nodded once. “The Valar have blessed us again, my husband.”

Elrond’s eyes widened. “Are you telling me what I think you are telling me?”

“Aye, you will become a father again in ten moons.” Celebrían smiled, happily, and kissed her husband. “A baby girl, just as you desired, my love.”

“Oh, Erestor won’t be pleased,” said Elrond, teasingly. “One more tiny terror to upend his life.”

“He will grow used to having them around. All three of them.” She placed her hands at either side of Elrond’s head and then leaned in, slowly kissing him.

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Glorfindel’s heartbeat quickened, finding Erestor waiting for him in the stables. “Perfect! Now you can assist me!”

Erestor raised an eyebrow and his gaze shifted from Glorfindel to the twins, who were chirping excitedly in front of the warrior.

“No! We do not want to stop yet! Tell your horsy to go faster! Make him jump!” Bouncing excitedly on Asfaloth’s back, Elladan prepared to throw a tantrum, seeing Glorfindel reach for him. “I do not want to stop yet! Want to ride more!”

Elrohir promptly joined his brother, yelping in protest and crying out for more time with Asfaloth. Once they had overcome their initial fear they had felt enraptured, seeing the world in a different way and they didn’t want today’s lesson to stop yet. “Aye, ride some more!”

Glorfindel cast a pleading look at Erestor, which said ‘help!’ Erestor understood and reached for Elladan, lifting the Elfling from Asfaloth’s back. Elladan promptly retaliated by driving his tiny fists into the Advisor’s chest. Erestor gave Elladan a stern look. “Stop it. That is most unbecoming, young one.”

Elladan probed Erestor’s eyes, trying to find out just how far he could take this. “No! Want horsy!”

“You can have another riding lesson tomorrow,” said Erestor, firmly. “But now you need to go to your mother and ready yourself for dinner.”
 

“Is it that late already?” Elrohir made less of a fuss when Glorfindel put him on the ground and stared thoughtfully at Asfaloth. “Thank you for carrying us.”

Asfaloth lowered his head so the Elfling could pat his nose and stared into the gray eyes. He liked the little ones – but one of them was too noisy for his taste.

“Come, Elladan. We should find Nana then.” Elrohir took hold of his brother’s wrist and pulled a very reluctant Elladan along.

“Elrohir, no!”

“Elladan!” Elrohir leaned in closer and whispered into his twin’s ear. “If we behave now, Glorfindel will take us for another riding lesson tomorrow! Make a fuss and he won’t want to spend more time with us!”

Elladan still defiantly glared at his twin. “I want to ride the horsy!”

Elrohir nodded once. “Me too, but look at them. Look at Glorfindel and Erestor.”

Elladan followed the direction his twin was looking in and then understood. “They are smiling.”

“And laughing.”

“And touching!” Elladan’s eyes widened, comically. “Look, they are kissing too!” He nodded once. “That is why you want us to leave.”

“Aye, so they can do more kissing,” Elrohir giggled.
 

“Do you think they will have little ones too?” This matter still occupied Elladan’s mind. “Maybe then we will have some brothers and sisters to play with!”

Elrohir smiled, sweetly, and pulled Elladan along. His twin’s question had reminded him of something he wanted to ask his father.

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Glorfindel moved forward until he could enfold Erestor in a loose hug. The dark-haired Elf looked tired; probably as a result of the increased paperwork Erestor had been doing now that Celeborn and Galadriel had announced a visit to Imladris. “Would you like to go for a ride? The fresh air and being on horseback might give you new energy.”

“Do I look that tired?” Erestor gave Glorfindel an adoring look. “I must warn you though; it has been years since I last rode a horse.”

Glorfindel lifted Erestor, ignoring the other Elf’s protests, and placed him onto Asfaloth’s back. Elegantly, he swung onto his horse’s back, settling down behind Erestor. “Will this do?”

Pleased, Erestor rested his back against Glorfindel’s broad chest. “This will do nicely.”

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Glorfindel told Asfaloth to come to a halt now that they had reached the Bruinen. He dismounted and waited for Erestor to join him. A healthy, rosy blush now covered the dark-haired Elf’s features and a smile graced the no longer tired face. The ride had done wonders for Erestor.

Lying down on the grass, Glorfindel pulled Erestor down with him. The advisor went down willingly and rolled atop of the surprised blond. Glorfindel raised an eyebrow questioningly – a part of him was still surprised to see the once aloof and distant Elf so carefree and unguarded in his actions. “I love you,” he said, bringing his arms up behind Erestor’s back so he could pull the other Elf close. Erestor hovered above him and a tongue dashed out to bestow a lick onto the tip of his nose, making Glorfindel giggle.

Erestor couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this happy, this much in love. He had been a devoted husband and father to Medlin and Nínim, but was very much aware that his love for Glorfindel differed from the love he had felt for his family. There was more lust involved now and if even possible, more dedication, because he knew how fragile a life was – even an Elf’s life.  That knowledge made him determined to savor each moment spent with his beloved.

“How was your day, love?” Glorfindel ran his fingers through Erestor’s ebony tresses.

“Embarrassing.” Erestor blushed, weakly. “The twins wanted to know if we were going to be a Nana and Ada shortly.”

Realizing this could be a painful matter for Erestor, Glorfindel refrained from laughing. “And what did you say?”

“I did not know what to say and sent them to Elrond with their questions instead. I think it is still a bit too early to tell them about ‘that’.”

Glorfindel nodded in understanding, and then decided they had to discuss something equally serious – something that had been bothering him lately. “Are you certain you want to be with me? We can never have children of our own and you might want to start another family. You can never have that with me.” Glorfindel involuntarily sucked in his breath, seeing the expression in Erestor’s eyes. “I do not want to hurt you, my beloved, but I do think we should address this in the early stages of our relationship.”

Erestor sighed, and stared deeply into Glorfindel’s azure eyes. In the end, he lowered himself onto the warrior’s strong body and held him close. “I want *you*, Glorfindel. I had a family once and they were taken away from me. I am content with helping Elrond and Celebrían raise their children. I am not certain how I would react would I have a son once more. I do not think my heart could take that. I would always be reminded of the family I lost.” Lifting his head from Glorfindel’s chest, he once more made eye contact. “I have found a new love and I want to be with you as long as I will live.”

Deeply touched, Glorfindel kissed Erestor. After releasing those sweet lips, he said, “I had to be certain. You do understand that, do you not?”

“I understand,” said Erestor, reassuringly. “But please do not doubt my love for you. I want to be with you and no one else.”

Now that his mind was at peace once more, Glorfindel hugged Erestor close, relishing his beloved’s presence.

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“Ada? Where did we come from?” Elrohir sat on Elrond’s knee, whilst Elladan lay sprawled across their father’s lap. “Where do Elflings come from?”

Elrond blushed. For the Valar’s sake! He was a healer! So why was he uncomfortable explaining this to his children? Because they were simply too young to be asking him such questions! “You will find out in time!”

“We want to know now!” announced Elladan, staring into his father’s eyes. “Please, Ada! We want some Elflings to play with!”

“And we want to know if Uncle Glorfindel and Erestor will have Elflings too. I think Erestor would make a good Nana. Don’t you think so too, Elladan?”

“Aye, a very good Nana, but,” Elladan leaned in closer to whisper into Elrond’s ear, “he does not have any breasts like our Nana has.”

Elrond’s blush deepened. “It is safe to say that Erestor and Glorfindel won’t have any Elflings of their own.” He hadn’t quite expected the effect his words would have on his sons.

Crestfallen, Elrohir stared at his father with big eyes. “They won’t? Why not?”

Elladan looked at his father with obvious disappointment. “But why not? Don’t they want any Elflings of their own?”

Elrond cleared his throat, wondering how to explain such a delicate matter. “Only a she-Elf like your mother can have Elflings.”

The twins looked at each other, uncertainly. “They will never have Elflings of their own?” That prospect saddened Elrohir immensely.

“I am afraid so,” said Elrond, stroking Elrohir’s hair. “But they have you and your brother, do they not?” And shortly another Elfling would join their family.

The twins exchanged more serious looks. “Aye, they do!” Elrohir opened his arms and hugged Elrond tightly. Elladan couldn’t stay behind and clung to his father as well, still saddened that Erestor would never have another little one of his own. Life wasn’t fair.

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Glorfindel thoughtfully studied Erestor, who sat in front of the dresser, undoing today’s braids. The dark-haired Elf was a lovely vision, free of any constraining garments and as naked as the day he had been born. The long, ebony tresses easily reached the narrow hips, caressing the skin there and his fingertips itched to worship his beloved’s body in the way he should. But was Erestor ready for that?

“What is on your mind?” Erestor looked at Glorfindel via the mirror. The naked warrior, obviously already aroused, stood undecided, watching him.

“I would like to do more than kissing,” admitted Glorfindel in an unguarded moment. He immediately lowered his eyes, uncertain how Erestor would receive such a request.

Erestor rose from the chair, walked toward Glorfindel and caressed the warrior’s face, which caused the other Elf to lift his eyes and to look at him. “I would like to do more than kissing as well.”

Glorfindel’s heart missed a beat. “You do?”

Erestor laughed, warmly. “I have my own needs, my beloved. You are not the only one who wants to make love.”

Glorfindel’s gaze drifted lower and he chuckled softly, finding Erestor hard as well. “I must admit I never imagined it would be like this.”

Erestor took the last step that separated them and rested his head against Glorfindel’s shoulder. Strong arms folded around him and he sighed, blissfully. “Do you wish to be taken tonight? Do you wish to feel me inside of you?”

Glorfindel moaned, needily. “Oh, yes… Please.”

Erestor smiled, sweetly, against Glorfindel’s chest. “Then prepare to be taken, my love.”

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Elladan and Elrohir came to an abrupt halt in front of the door to Erestor’s rooms. They had hurried here to tell Erestor that their Nana was expecting a new Elfling – a girl this time – but had stopped themselves from knocking at hearing moans and soft pleas coming from the inside of the room. They had heard such noises before, usually when they had wanted to enter their parent’s rooms and had found it locked. Their Ada had later explained to them that they had been busy making a new Elfling, but had refrained from offering more details, which the twins had desperately wanted to hear. Just how were Elflings made? And why didn’t their Ada just tell them?

“They are doing it too,” whispered Elladan, eyes big. His tongue nervously dashed out to moisten his lips. “But Ada said only she-Elves can have babies. So why are Uncle Glorfindel and Erestor doing it when they cannot make any Elflings?”

That was a very interesting question. “Maybe we can peep through the key hole?” offered Elrohir, struggling with the same question. “Maybe then we will find out?”

“Nana says that spying on people is wrong!” Elladan shook his head. “We should not peep through the keyhole!”

“Don’t you want to know then? Don’t you want to find out what it is they are doing? And what Ada and Nana do to make Elflings? They made our little sister in this way!” Elrohir challengingly stared at his twin. “I want to know!”

“So do I,” admitted Elladan. “But it is wrong to spy on them!”

“We won’t be spying on them,” reasoned Elrohir. “Ada wants us to know things. And we want to know what they are doing in there!” Elrohir pointed at the door.

Elladan sighed, deeply. “I still think we should not be doing this.” But his curiosity was getting the better of him as well. “A quick peep then!”

Elrohir, pleased, giggled, and placed his right eye at the keyhole.

“What do you see?” Elladan pushed closer, desperate to look inside as well, but Elrohir wasn’t moving. “Tell!”

“The sheets are moving,” replied Elrohir, frustrated. “I think they are beneath the sheets.”

“Let me see!” Elladan pushed Elrohir away and peeked inside. “I see Ada Erestor’s head!”

The dark hair showed clearly, but he could only see the advisor’s back. “Where is Uncle Glorfindel?”

Elrohir pushed Elladan away so he could take his turn at peeking. “I see him!” But this was weird. “He is squirming beneath Erestor… Moaning…. What are they doing?”

Elladan, fed up with being pushed aside, now shoved Elrohir behind him. “I will find out!” The sheet had shifted, revealing more of Glorfindel and Erestor. “Elladan, do you remember those horses we watched in the meadow?”

Elrohir nodded. “Let me see!” But Elladan wouldn’t let him. “What about those horses?”

Glorfindel had moved about and was now on his hands and knees with Erestor kneeling behind him. Elladan pulled away, and blushed to the roots of his hair. “They are doing it. You know, like those horses did!”

“Oh…” A blush, even deeper than Elladan’s spread across Elrohir’s face. “You were right. We shouldn’t have watched.”

“Do you think Nana and Ada do this too?” Elladan wasn’t certain how he felt about that.

“I don’t want to know!” Elrohir pulled a face. “I don’t want to think about them doing *that*.”

“But Uncle Glorfindel and Erestor are doing it!” More moans echoed from the rooms, this time accompanied by Glorfindel calling out ‘harder’ and ‘faster’!

Beet red, the twins wrung their hands. “We have been bad.” Elladan took hold of Elrohir’s wrist and pulled him into the next corridor. “We cannot tell them we watched! And we cannot tell Ada and Nana either.”

“We would get into trouble for it,” realized Elrohir. Wrapping his arms around Elladan, he said, “We were never here, Elladan. We are going to the nursery and we will stay there. We were there all day long if someone asks.”

Elladan nodded, enthusiastically, and dragged Elrohir into the direction of the nursery. “I wonder if Uncle Glorfindel likes it.”

Elrohir giggled. “The mare in the stables tried to buck and kicked at the stallion.”

“Uncle Glorfindel did not,” said Elladan, also giggling. “Ada Erestor likes to ride his horsy!”

Elrohir looked at this twin, pretending to be shocked, but then burst out into a chuckling fit. “Aye, Glorfindel is the horsy from now on! Horsy! Horsy!” They burst into the nursery and sat down, giggling and holding their bellies.

Elrond, who had decided to check on his wicked offspring, chose that moment to enter the nursery. Although he was relieved at finding them in the nursery, he was a bit worried, seeing them giggle like that. “What have the two of you been up to this time?” He noticed the conspiring look Elladan gave Elrohir before his firstborn addressed him.

“Nothing, Ada. We have been good and played with our horsy!”

Elrohir was unable to control his mirth and doubled over with giggles.

Elrond stood in the doorway, wondering what in the Valar’s name was so damn funny about playing with their rocking horse.

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Sated, Glorfindel collapsed, taking Erestor down with him. A fine layer of sweat had formed on Erestor’s body and he liked the musky scent originating from his lover. Erestor had surprised him, taking control from that first moment on. The dark-haired Elf had done everything perfectly and had lasted long. So long, that Glorfindel had wondered if his lover would ever grant him release. Bone-tired, he squirmed beneath Erestor. “You exhausted me!”

Laughing warmly, Erestor had mercy on his lover and rolled off of him. He turned Glorfindel onto side so they were face to face and then wrapped his beloved in a warm hug. “You are passionate, Glorfindel.” The blond had given himself completely – never holding back. “And we fit perfectly, if I may say so.”

Glorfindel nuzzled Erestor’s throat. “You are very… talented…”

“I am glad you approve.” Erestor kissed Glorfindel, passionately. For a moment during their lovemaking he had thought he heard some noises coming from the corridor, but he had probably just imagined that.

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“Oh no…” Erestor stared at Elrond and Celebrían, who had just shared the ‘good’ news with Glorfindel and him. “Another one?”

“Aye.” Celebrían smiled, happily. “And this time it will be girl.”

Erestor’s gaze shifted from the happy couple to the twins, who had managed to grab hold of Glorfindel’s hands and were now pulling the blond onto the floor.

“Play with us, Uncle Glorfindel!” The twins giggled and then Elladan climbed onto the warrior’s back. “You can be our horsy!”

Elrohir gave Elladan a warning look, but his twin didn’t seem to notice, as Elladan continued to urge Glorfindel to crawl on his hands and knees across the floor.

“Harder! Faster!” Elladan gently pressed his heels into Glorfindel’s sides, chirping happily. “Elrohir! Come on!”

Elrohir decided this was too much fun to miss out on, joined his twin and climbed onto Glorfindel’s back. “Harder! Faster!”

Glorfindel’s eyes almost bulged from their sockets, finally realizing what was happening. Looking at Erestor, he saw the same shock in the brown eyes.

Erestor swallowed hard and cast a quick look at Elrond and Celebrían. They were thankfully unaware of the true meaning of this scene and he gave Glorfindel a look of encouragement.

Glorfindel sighed, deeply, and complied with the twins’ demands.

Now that he had overcome his initial shock, Erestor chuckled, softly, amused by the whole situation. They had to find ways to make certain the twins didn’t witness their future lovemaking. Tonight, he would ride Glorfindel again, but this time without the twins watching them!

The End.

June 2004

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