Title: Hugs, Kisses and Confessions.

Author: Morgana  ---  morganalebeau@yahoo.com

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

Summary; The twins celebrate their begetting day and Erestor gets a present as well.

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!

Adorable piccie by SayAye! Thanks soooo much! And another lovely piccie by Daga! I am being spoiled!

Hugs, Kisses and Confessions

“Ada Erestor must have been really tired,” whispered Elrohir, careful not to disturb the sleeping adult. Elladan and he had managed to escape Celebrían’s supervision when their Nana had been chatting to Lindir, and had made their way over into Erestor’s chambers. They had effortlessly opened the door – and after Elladan had complimented Elrohir on that – had then tiptoed inside, finding Erestor soundly asleep in his bed.

“Uncle Glorfindel must have tired him. Nana always says Ada tires her.”

“Or that we do. And then Nana falls asleep on us,” mumbled Elrohir, who, with Elladan’s help, had managed to climb onto the bed. Extending his hand, he pulled his twin onto the bed as well. They sat cross-legged, watching Erestor sleep. “He sleeps with his eyes open, like Nana.”

Elladan nodded, firmly. “I wonder what we have to do to make him wake up.”

“We should let him sleep!” Elrohir bent forward, studying Erestor’s face from up close. “He does not look that cross any longer. Do you think Uncle Glorfindel did that?”

Elladan nodded again. “I think that Uncle Glorfindel makes him happy.” Elladan giggled and pointed at the rose on the night stand. “I think they *love* each other… You know, like Nana and Ada do!”

Elrohir’s eyes widened with excitement. “Do you think they will have babies too? Oh, then we would not be the only little ones here! We would have little brothers and sisters!”

Elladan gave the matter some serious thought. “I do not know about that…” His tiny hands hovered above Erestor’s chest. “How would he feed his babies? He does not have any… breasts…” More giggling followed.

Elrohir joined in, and then grew tired of watching Erestor sleep. He wanted the adult to wake up and play with them. “Erestor, wake up!” Opting for the direct approach, he climbed atop of Erestor, straddling the elder Elf’s chest. “Wake up, sleepy head!”

Elladan acted at once and threw his chubby arms around Erestor’s neck. “Wake up, Erestor!”

Erestor’s eyes filled with shock, wondering why someone was screaming at him and physically pummeling him. Oh, the twins… How had they gotten onto the bed? “Elladan… cannot breathe…” He had to loosen the hold the Elfling had on him. For someone as young and tiny as Elladan, the Elfling already possessed a surprising amount of strength.

Elladan had mercy on Erestor and hugged him instead. “You are awake! Now you can play with us!”

“It is our beletting day!” announced Elrohir, triumphantly.

“Begetting day, Elrohir. It is your beGetting day.” Erestor sighed, instinctively knowing his life would never be as calm and serene as it had been before that fateful thunderstorm. “What are you doing here, little ones?” He managed to sit upright, but Elrohir refused to move and still hugged him close, trying to wrap his arms around him. “Shouldn’t you be with your parents?”

”Nana is talking to Lindir,” said Elrohir, seriously. “And Ada left this morn. We have not seen him since.”

“What about Glorfindel? Can you not harass him instead of me?” Erestor drew in a deep breath, praying for calm and inhaled their sweet scent. His eyes darkened as it reminded him of Nínim’s.

“Glorfindel is away… He left on his big horse.” Elladan did his best to climb Erestor’s knee, which the adult had raised. “You look sad again. Why?” Why had the eyes darkened? Had they done anything wrong?

“It is…” Erestor briefly closed his eyes whilst fighting back his memories. He didn’t want to burden the Elflings with his painful memories.

“Are you thinking of your little one?” Elrohir gently stroked Erestor’s cheek and when the dark eyes opened, he smiled warmly. “We would love to learn more about him.”

“I should not tell you,” said Erestor, wiping away an elusive tear. “Talking about him and his Nana only makes it worse.”

“Then we will hug you instead!” announced Elladan, unable to watch Erestor’s sadness.

Erestor hugged them back, thankful that they didn’t demand words or explanations. And during that hug, his heart began to heal.

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The twins had each gained possession of one of Erestor’s hands and pulled the reluctant advisor along. “You are trouble!” said Elrohir, who had heard his dear Ada use that sentence once too often. He now delighted in turning the tables and used said sentence on Erestor. “We want you there!”

Erestor sighed, resigned. The twins had spent most of the day with him – after Celebrían had chided them for running off – and were now determined to have him attend their begetting day celebration. “I do not have any gifts for you, little ones.” He had wanted to draw the twins and present the paintings as his gift to them, but Glorfindel had taken up most of his time yesterday.

“You already gave us your gift, silly,” said Elladan, giggling. His arms went around Erestor’s right leg, stopping the adult from walking. “You hugged us!”

“And we want you to hug us again!” Elrohir doubled his effort to pull Erestor along, not paying any attention to the fact that Elladan was still hugging Erestor’s leg. “Come on, now! You are stalling.” His features suddenly turned sugar-sweet. “Glorfindel will be there as well.”

Erestor sighed, deeply, and then stared at the ceiling. Elrohir – a mere Elfling! – knew exactly how to manipulate him! “Elrohir, I…”

“Erestor loves Glorfindel! Lalalalalala, Erestor loves Glorfindel!” Elladan finally released Erestor’s leg, collapsing with bubbling giggles.

“Sons! Behave!” Elrond did his utmost best to contain his own giggle fit and barely managed to control his mirth. Forcing a serious expression onto his face, he looked at the twins. “Your Nana is searching for you.”

“Oh…” A guilty look appeared on Elrohir’s face and he grabbed Elladan’s hand. “We will find her!” The twins took off running, and disappeared around the corner.

“They are a handful,” said Elrond, chuckling.

“You mean, they take after their father,” commented Erestor, deadpanned. “They are tiny terrors! I do hope you are not planning on adding more Elflings to your family.” He swallowed hard, seeing the apologetic look on Elrond’s face. “Do not tell me you are considering more children!”

“Celebrían and I hope to have a daughter in time.” Elrond shrugged once.

“May the Valar protect us…”

Elrond studied Erestor and felt relieved, realizing his friend was teasing him. “I was not certain how you would react to them. I mean… if memories of Nínim would return to haunt you.”

“The memories never stopped haunting me. I still see the drakes tear Medlin apart and… and…” Erestor’s voice faltered, but he quickly composed himself again. “They are helping me heal – Elladan and Elrohir, that is. I never thought they would, but…”

“You took a leap of faith when accepting them in,” said Elrond, gesturing for Erestor to fall into step beside him as he headed for his private chambers. “There is someone else though, who is trying hard find a way into your heart as well.”

“Glorfindel.” Erestor blushed. “We had dinner last night.”

Elrond’s right eyebrow itched higher. “I am delighted to hear that.”

Erestor sighed; it was obvious that Elrond wanted more information than just that. “He asked permission to court me.”

“And…?” Why couldn’t Erestor just tell him?

”I accepted.”

“And…?” Elrond came to a halt in front of the door to his rooms.

“And what?” Slightly bewildered, Erestor stared at the half-Elf.

“Did you…? Are you really going to make me say this?” Elrond cringed, cursing himself for his curiosity. He should never have started to ask! “Did you… share a bed?”

Erestor’s eyes widened, stunned that Elrond would ask him something that personal. “That is none of your business, but… nay.”

“A pity,” commented Elrond, dryly, before opening the door.

Erestor coughed to cover up his nervousness. Elrond’s questions had unbalanced him, as he had never expected them. Stepping into the room, he smiled warmly at Celebrían, who was busy keeping the Elflings in one place. Seated in a comfortable chair, was Glorfindel, sipping wine. The blond looked utterly desirable and a flush spread across Erestor’s face, his nervousness increasing.

“Ah, there you are.” Glorfindel placed his goblet on the table and advanced on Erestor. Pretending not to see Erestor’s awkward nervousness, he embraced the dark-haired Elf and pressed a chaste kiss on his brow. “I missed you today.”

To Elrond’s delight, Erestor’s blush intensified. Oh, seeing Erestor happy again warmed his heart.

“Ada? Can we have our presents now?” Elladan pulled at Elrond’s robes, trying to gain his father’s attention. “Elrohir and I have been sweet. Just as you asked us to be.”

Elrond raised an eyebrow at hearing that. “Do you expect me to believe that?” He went down and sat on his heels so he was face to face with his sons.

“Aye, we have been good! We even made Erestor hug us!” Elladan smiled adoringly at his father, whilst Elrohir nodded his head firmly to stress his twin’s words.

“Aye, they have been good, Elrond,” confirmed Erestor, understanding and accepting the gift the twins had given him. “They did everything right.”

The twins beamed with pride and happiness at hearing Erestor’s praise, and Glorfindel pulled the dark-haired advisor close to press another kiss on his beloved’s brow.

“See, Ada? We were good!” Elladan pleadingly looked at Elrond. “Presents? Now?”

“Please?” added Elrohir, already more adept in the matters of diplomacy.

Celebrían took pity on them and pulled them toward her. “Go into the next room, then.”

The twins chirped happily, threw their hands in the air and stormed into the other room.

“I hope they like the gifts,” said Elrond, thoughtfully. “Glorfindel wanted to give them their first pony, but I think they are still a bit too young for that.”

“A rocking horsy!” Elladan briefly appeared again, huffing and puffing from excitement and then dove back into the next room again. “And something to hug!”

“Remember to share!” Elrond sighed, deeply, and looked at his wife. “I do hope our daughter won’t have their level of energy.”

Celebrían laughed, softly. “Dear husband of mine, do not tell me you already feel old and worn!”

“Well, they *are* a handful,” replied Elrond, giving her a wink. “But I think I can handle one more Elfling, especially when she is as lovely as you are.”

Erestor rolled his eyes. “Not another one! Not yet!”

Glorfindel chuckled and pulled Erestor close against him. “Will you walk in the gardens with me?”

“Why?” Breathlessly, Erestor tried his best to control his raging emotions. Glorfindel’s eyes were hooded and spoke of love and desire.

“Because I have a present for you as well.”

“But it is not my begetting day!”

“Do I need a special reason to dote upon you, Erestor?”

Erestor cast an apologetic look at Elrond and Celebrían. “Would you please excuse us?”

“By all means, Erestor, go! And take your time, Glorfindel!” Elrond literally shooed them from the room, offered his wife his arm and then joined his sons. Elladan was already rocking on the horse and Elrohir was hugging the life out of the stuffed animal.

Glorfindel guided Erestor out of the room and into the corridor. “I would have loved to seek you out earlier today, but there were Orc sightings near our eastern borders.”

“I know you were busy,” stammered Erestor, growing increasingly nervous.

They entered the gardens and Glorfindel steered Erestor toward Celebrían’s rose garden. The flowers were in full bloom and their sweet, heavy scent filled the air. “Sit with me?” Glorfindel sat down on the grass and pulled Erestor down with him.

Erestor followed willingly, but then lowered his eyes, feeling timid and nervous.  What kind of gift did Glorfindel have for him?

“I left my heart with you when I left your rooms last night.” Glorfindel had escorted Erestor back to his rooms yesterday, unwilling to say his goodbyes to the dark-haired Elf and had drawn out their encounter. They had stalled, saying their goodbyes, and in the end, Erestor had leaned in closer to kiss him. “Did you keep my heart safe since then?”

Erestor swallowed, timidly. “Your heart will always be safe with me.” Glorfindel gathered his clammy hands in his, and Erestor nervously glanced at the blond. “I am not good at this, Glorfindel. I do not know the rules to this courtship game.”

“There are no rules,” replied Glorfindel, soothingly. “Which reminds me; I wanted to give you this.” He uncovered a small, silver box from a pocket and placed it onto the palm of Erestor’s left hand. “Open it.”

His hands shook, pushing back the lid. “Oh.” Several hearts, tiny, and made of mithril rested amidst a bed of black velvet.

“You can wear them in your hair, if you desire so.” Glorfindel involuntarily sucked in his breath, seeing the tears, swimming in Erestor’s eyes. “Please do not cry! I never wanted to make you cry!” Acting instinctively, he gently caressed Erestor’s face. “I wanted to express my love for you and in this way you will always remember to keep my heart safe.”

With trembling fingers, Erestor selected one of the mithril hearts and offered it to Glorfindel. “Would you please put it in?”

“Of course, my love.” Glorfindel gathered one of Erestor’s strands of hair and attached the heart-shaped bead to the raven hair. “Do you want me to do the rest as well?”

“Please…” Erestor handed Glorfindel the silver box and sat patiently whilst the warrior’s nimble fingers wove the hearts into the ebony tresses.  He realized the symbolism of Glorfindel’s gift only too well; Glorfindel had just entrusted his heart to him.

“Done!” Glorfindel smiled, brilliantly, pleased with the result. “You look breathtaking.” It was a remarkable transformation from the aloof Advisor he had always watched from a distance to the timid Elf he was looking at now. He would never have dared present his heart to the ‘old’ Erestor. But this one, this one was lovable, shy and warm.

Erestor shifted on the grass until he faced Glorfindel. Gathering the strong hands in his, he said, “Will you share my bed with me tonight?” Hearing Glorfindel’s surprised gasp, he quickly clarified. “I do not want to spend the night alone when I know you want to hold me.”

“You want me to hold you?” asked Glorfindel, making certain he understood correctly.

“I hope I am not disappointing you… Contrary to you I have never been with a male before, and although I find you attractive and desirable I need time to grow used to the idea that my new lover is male.”

Glorfindel enfolded Erestor in a loose hug. “You have all the time you need, and you are right: I greatly desire to hold you in your sleep. And yes, I will share your bed with you.”

“Just make certain you lock the door,” said Erestor, slowly growing more comfortable at having Glorfindel this close.

“And why might that be?” They weren’t going to engage in any ‘nocturnal’ activities so why lock the door?

“The twins… They sneaked into my rooms this morn.” Erestor timidly brushed a golden strand of hair behind Glorfindel’s ear. “They changed my life.”

“Mine too,” admitted the blond, readily. “If it had not been for them seeking you out the night of that thunderstorm we might never have been here, admitting our feelings to each other.”

“I do not think I can ever grow cross with them again and they know it. They will use it to their advantage.”

Glorfindel laughed, warmly. “Just wait until they are older and fall in love themselves. You can extract your revenge then.”

“I feel no need for revenge,” said Erestor, thoughtfully. “But… I do think I need a hug… That is, if you are willing?” Asking for such physical closeness was still hard on Erestor, but Glorfindel made it much easier, immediately burying him in a warm hug. “I love you, Glorfindel,” whispered Erestor into the other Elf’s ear.

Glorfindel’s heart swelled with love for Erestor. “May I escort you to your rooms now? I want to snuggle up to you in bed – curl myself around you and hold you.”

“I am agreeable to that,” replied Erestor in a teasing voice.

They rose from the grass, fingers entwined and returned to the Last Homely House, walking hand in hand.

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“Mine!” decided Elladan when Elrohir tried to mount the rocking horse as well. “Mine, mine, mine!”

“Now, Elladan, behave. You need to share…” Elrond was cut short when Elladan started to wail loudly. “That won’t get you anywhere. Behave!”

Elladan wiped at his eyes, but the tears weren’t forthcoming now that his father had called his bluff. “I do not want to share!”

“But your brother wants to ride the horse as well,” pointed out Celebrían, who had hurried over at hearing her son cry.

“Elladan, we should share. You can hug my bear if you want to.” Elrohir offered his toy to Elladan as a peace offering.

Elladan sniffled, pouted, but then give in. “All right, then.” He extended his right arm and helped his twin mount the rocking horse. Soon, he had forgotten that he didn’t want to share and started to rock in earnest. “Hold on! Horsy goes faster than Afsanoloth.”

“Asfaloth,” said Elrond, snickering softly.

“Asfalotloth,” whispered Elladan, trying again.

Elrond laughed, softly, wrapped his arms around his wife and pulled her close. They watched their sons, rocking like mad, and smiled. Life was good.

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Big-eyed, Glorfindel stared at Erestor, who had emerged from the bathroom *naked*. When Erestor had asked him to stay with him tonight, he hadn’t thought the advisor would want him in bed naked, but apparently he had been wrong. Erestor gave him a questioning look.

“Don’t you think you are a tad overdressed?” Erestor made his way over to the bed, pushed down the covers and stretched.

Glorfindel blushed, removed his clothes and quickly joined Erestor in bed. Lying down at a small distance from the raven-haired Elf, he nervously fidgeted with the sheet. Just how close did Erestor want him?

“I do not bite – hard,” said Erestor, teasingly, patting the space next to him.

Glorfindel’s blush deepened, unaccustomed as he was to Erestor’s teasing behavior. He scooted closer and opened his arms invitingly.

Erestor smiled, warmly, and snuggled up to Glorfindel. He rested his head against the warrior’s well-defined, muscular chest and wrapped his arms around him. Glorfindel draped one leg casually over Erestor’s hip, pulling him even closer. Erestor’s breath caught; the movement allowed their organs to shift against each other. Too fast. They were going too fast and his nervousness caused him to remain flaccid, whilst Glorfindel’s member quickly grew aroused. “What is it like? Making love between males?” Oops, he hadn’t wanted to say that aloud, merely thinking it!

“It is the only love I know,” whispered Glorfindel, amazed at how perfectly Erestor fit in his arms. “It feels intense,” he said, carefully thinking his words over. “There is surrender in it.” Hearing Erestor gasp softly, he added, “Surrender, Erestor, not submission in case you were wondering. It is about entrusting yourself to the other.”

“It was like that with Medlin as well,” mused Erestor, aloud. “But what I really want to know is… The physical aspect?”

Glorfindel chuckled, softly. “Are you inquiring about the role I prefer when making love?”

“It is rather logical to wonder about that.” Erestor lifted his head and looked Glorfindel in the eye. “How did you make love with Ecthelion?”

“That differed, love. I take pleasure in both roles. I would love to take you to the edge and to bury myself inside you, but feeling you thrust inside me would bring me pleasure as well.” Seeing Erestor’s vexed expression, he explained, “Much depends on *your* heart’s desire.”

“I cannot believe I am actually asking you these questions,” said Erestor, trying to stop his blush from spreading further.

“We should discuss this now, for then we will know what to expect when we make love for the first time.” Looking Erestor in the eye, Glorfindel said, “Would you like to take me that first time?” It might be easier on Erestor that way, being on top instead of on the receiving end.

“Would that… please… you?” stuttered Erestor, bashfully.

“Aye, it would.” Glorfindel gave Erestor his most radiant smile. “But don’t you think we are getting ahead of ourselves? Until now, we limited ourselves to kissing.”

“Honestly? I am not yet ready to do more than kissing, but I am afraid to disappoint you.” Erestor decided that moment to be always completely honest with Glorfindel. “You are far more experienced than I am, and I do not want to lose you because I am going too slowly.”

“Do not worry about that, love.” Glorfindel, deeply touched, realized Erestor was truly opening up to him. “I do not mind the wait. It will only make our first time more special.”

Erestor practically melted on the inside hearing Glorfindel’s reassuring words. “I love you even more for that.”

Glorfindel fingered one of the mithril hearts woven into Erestor’s ebony tresses. “And I love you.”

The two Elves kissed and stared into each other’s eyes all night long, never sleeping.

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