Title: Lonely In Love.

Author: Morgana morganalebeau@yahoo.com

Website; http://www.paranoid.nl/avalon/

Pairing(s): Glorfindel/Elrond, Glorfindel/Ecthelion, Erestor/Ecthelion, Elladan/Elrohir.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The Valar deem the time ready for Ecthelion to return to Arda. Erestor is given the task of preparing the young warrior for a life in Imladris.

Disclaimer: These characters are all Tolkien’s.
Warning: AU, fluff, romance, minor angst. Twin slash (implied)
Author’s Note: All mistakes are all mine; yeah, I am greedy! And remember; this is AU!

Beta read by Jenn, thanks!

  

 

Lonely in love

The night will fade, the sun will shine
A new day - Lonely in love
And light the way for you to find

New love

 

Lyrics by Crimson Glory

 

 

 

Part 18

 

“Wake up!” Ecthelion was literally bursting with energy. All night long, he had slept peacefully because Erestor was back in his arms, and now that the morning had come, he wanted to spend as much time as possible with Erestor – preferably awake. “I will make you breakfast,” he whispered whilst kissing Erestor’s face, letting his tongue and lips trail along the other Elf’s jawline. “And then we will go running.” He was most eager to pick up their old routine again. One of Erestor’s eyes focused on him whilst the other remained filled with sleep. “Come on! Wake up!” That did the trick and the second eye now focused on him as well.

 

“Why are you so… awake?” Erestor stretched, eyeing Ecthelion, curiously. He loved waking up next to Ecthelion again; the last few nights he had woken up either alone or with Elrond close.

 

“I am awake because we are supposed to be awake!” Ecthelion grinned cheekily and then rolled atop a surprised Erestor, who yelped softly.

 

“What are you doing?” Ecthelion had never been this… eager. At least not in the bedroom. /Well, this should not come as a surprise,/ he chided himself, /I told him to hold back until he had reached his majority, which he now has. He is an adult and clearly wants to pursue me!/

 

Ecthelion slid his arms underneath Erestor’s back, cradling him close. Staring into the large, brown eyes, he smiled contentedly. “I will never let you go again.”

 

Erestor sensed Ecthelion’s determination; even though the words were uttered with a cheeky grin on his face, Ecthelion truly meant them. “Will you keep me prisoner in this bed forever, then?”

 

“If need be,” said Ecthelion, teasing Erestor. Slowly, he leaned in closer and claimed the elder Elf’s lips.

 

The sensations coursing through his body overwhelmed Erestor, who moaned into Ecthelion’s mouth. The younger Elf moved atop him suggestively, rubbing his lower body against him and clearly demonstrating his desire and arousal. Ecthelion was hard against him. And so was Erestor.

 

Enjoying being the dominant one for the moment, Ecthelion slid one hand up Erestor’s thigh. A surprised groan told him that Erestor never expected that move, and his grin became most definitely wicked. His fingers closed around Erestor’s hard flesh, tormenting his lover with impending release yet denying it for the moment. “I love you,” he whispered breathlessly.

 

Erestor didn’t really get a chance to reply as Ecthelion’s lips claimed his once more. His tongue was now engaged in a sensual duel which took his breath away. Warm fingers wrapped around his weeping member and he tried to raise his hips in order to encourage Ecthelion. He had to wait for the younger Elf to release his lips in order to murmur his consent. “If you want me, have me.” To his utter surprise, Ecthelion shook his head.

 

“Not here… not now… not like this…” And taking Erestor wasn’t exactly what he had planned; he wanted to feel his lover inside of him. In his dreams last night, he had dreamt of their lovemaking and he wanted tonight to be like that – magic. But for now they both needed release -- urgently. “Touch me, love, please.”

 

Encouraged, Erestor’s hand searched for his lover’s arousal and once he had found it, he closed his fingers around it. Timing his strokes to the ones Ecthelion delivered to his own hard flesh, he hoped they would find release together. He loved seeing Ecthelion move above him with such need, such abandon. The gray eyes had turned black and the pupils had dilated with lust.

 

Ecthelion reached orgasm first; crushing Erestor’s already bruised lips in a consuming kiss.

 

Erestor surrendered, giving Ecthelion what he was asking for. Finding release as well, he squirmed beneath the younger Elf. Ecthelion collapsed on top of him, and although his lover felt heavy, Erestor enjoyed being pressed down; finally *feeling* Ecthelion so very close. “I love you too.”

 

Ecthelion smiled, pleased. This had just been foreplay. The real act would take place tonight.

 

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Elrohir immediately noted the passion mark that adorned Erestor’s throat. His former tutor tried hard to hide it beneath his long hair, but failed in doing so. “I reckon there is no more reason for me to stay?” He was eager to return home – to Elladan.

 

Erestor shrugged his shoulders and met Elrohir’s eyes with a nervous expression on his face. “Everything is well between Ecthelion and I, if that is what you want to know.”

 

“Oh, I *see* that everything is well again,” replied Elrohir, pointing at the passion mark on Erestor’s throat.

 

Erestor blushed furiously but kept quiet, knowing better than to give Elrohir more information. His former student would only use said information to tease him mercilessly. “Did you accept Cirdan’s invitation to explore the Gray Havens?”

 

“Aye, I did. I will stay at his home for two days and then I will leave for Imladris.” Elrohir advanced on Erestor and placed a hand on the nervous-looking Elf’s shoulder. ‘There is nothing to feel ashamed of.”

 

“I know that,” admitted Erestor, shrugging again, “But for some reason I feel… shy… about this.” It had been too long since he’d had a lover!

 

“I am certain you will grow more comfortable,” said Elrohir, getting ready to take his leave. “I hope to see many letters from you whilst you stay here. And may I hope that you will return to Imladris one day?”

 

“You may hope that,” whispered Erestor, his blush still intensifying. “But I want to stay here for now.”

 

“Do not wait too long to return to us,” said Elrohir, “For you are sorely missed.”

 

“I know that,” admitted Erestor, “And I will return to Imladris in time to celebrate the winter solstice with you.”

 

“Excellent!” Elrohir beamed with joy. “Enjoy your time here, then.”

 

“I will.” Erestor shuffled his feet. “Would you tell Glorfindel that I never wanted to take his lover away from him?” This had been bothering him since Ecthelion had arrived. How would Glorfindel react when he returned to Imladris? Aye, Ecthelion had tried to reassure him, but he still worried – that was his very nature.

 

“I am certain he understands.” Elrohir squeezed Erestor’s shoulder one last time, leaned in quickly, and pressed a goodbye kiss on Erestor’s cheek. “I will see you when the winter solstice is upon us.”

 

Erestor nodded once; he would keep his word.

 

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Once Elrohir had left the cottage, silence had descended onto Erestor. He had seated himself on the grass, content to watch Ecthelion. The younger Elf was going through his daily regime of exercises to maintain his weapons’ skill and it was a pleasure to watch him. But when Ecthelion ended his training program, his lover made his way over to him and sat before him on his knees.

 

“What is amiss?” asked Ecthelion, quite worried to see Erestor in this withdrawn state.

 

“Nothing really,” replied Erestor in an apologetic tone, “I was merely pondering what happened between us in bed this morn.”

 

The cheeky smile immediately returned to Ecthelion’s face. “I trust you enjoyed what happened?”

 

“I did…” But the problem was that he wanted more. He wanted to make love to Ecthelion, but he didn’t know if his lover was ready to take that step yet.

 

“Do you want to take the next step as well?” asked Ecthelion, correctly interpreting Erestor’s expression. “I do. I want to make love with you.”

 

Blushing weakly, Erestor nodded his head. “But you must know… It has been a long time for me, since…”

 

“Since you made love with anyone.” Ecthelion seated himself opposite Erestor and then gently pulled the elder Elf toward him. Erestor complied and wrapped his long legs around Ecthelion’s waist. “Why don’t you tell me about him? I have always sensed a deep pain inside you which never healed properly.”

 

Erestor blinked once. Telling Ecthelion made sense. His lover had every right to know. “It has been over two millennia since I last made love…  to Ereinion.”

 

Now it was Ecthelion’s turn to blink his eyes in surprise. “The High-King?” Erestor had mentioned him before -- had mentioned being trained by the High-King and having mourned Ereinion’s loss -- but he had never suspected there had been more than friendship between the two males. “You were lovers?”

 

“Aye, for a thousand years… and we were happy.” Erestor smiled ruefully. “We complimented each other perfectly, Ecthelion. It was love at first sight… As it is with you.”

 

Flattered, Ecthelion smiled. “Thank you…” Searching for the right words, he eventually said, “Do you want to make love with me? To go all the way? For I do.”

 

Erestor nodded, happily, “I do.”

 

“Then we will make love tonight.”

 

“Tonight?” Erestor briefly felt confused. “What is wrong with making love *now*?”

 

Ecthelion caught Erestor's trembling hands in his, rubbing the long digits. "I want to make love to you when Ithil is high in the sky. And I want to make love to you in the surf, when the Sea gently caresses our bodies."

 

Erestor swallowed hard, trying to rid himself of the emotions that caused his throat to tighten. "You are a romantic, my sweet."

 

"I hope you do not mind," replied Ecthelion, shyly looking Erestor in the eye.

 

"I do not mind. On the contrary, I approve."

 

"Tonight, then. In the surf, under Ithil's silver beams."

 

"Tonight," confirmed Erestor. "Tonight we will make love."

 

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Laying Erestor down onto the sand, Ecthelion realized he had never felt more blessed in his entire life -- well, lives to be exact.

 

Erestor's nervousness had faded when they had frolicked around in the Sea like two Elflings, trying to splash and catch each other. In the end, Erestor had allowed himself to be caught and Ecthelion had wasted no time in carrying his precious charge to shallower ground. The waves lapped at their feet occasionally and the surf created a nice, soothing sound that made them feel more comfortable. For this was new -- this was their first time together. So Ecthelion had come well prepared, bringing oil with him that would ease their lovemaking.

 

"I have only been with one other male," Ecthelion said, eventually, "And I do not yet know which touches please you. Allow me to learn."

 

"It is the same way for me," said Erestor, looking entranced at Ecthelion, who moved sensually above him. The gray -- now black -- eyes were heavy with desire and the mere expression in them was enough to make him hard; Ecthelion hadn't even *really* touched him yet! He just hoped he would last and not spill too fast. "Ecthelion..." Mesmerized, he moved his hand through his lover's long mane, ending up fingering a strand.

 

"Let me pleasure you, my love. I do not know what our future times together will be like, but please let me take care of you tonight." Ecthelion's hands tenderly caressed his lover's naked body. Erestor was squirming beneath him; rubbing himself against him. It was obvious neither of them would last long tonight. Taking a moment to truly enjoy the wonderful sight beneath him, Ecthelion thanked the Valar for making him see the truth -- that he loved Erestor best.

 

Ithil's silver beams engulfed Erestor's body and made his lover's hair shine like midnight-silver. The normally brown eyes had taken a slightly lighter tone and reflected the moon beams. Waves now crawled up their legs and Ecthelion uncovered the oil he had brought, placing the vial next to Erestor's head. "Will you let me pleasure you? Will you bind yourself to me? Will you be mine as I am yours?"

 

"Aye, forever." Erestor brought his arms up behind Ecthelion's back and pulled his lover close, parting his legs in invitation. Ecthelion moved in between them and Erestor sighed blissfully into the other Elf's mouth, as his lips were locked in a passionate kiss. "I need you now," Erestor panted, once Ecthelion broke off the kiss so the younger Elf could reach for the oil. "I beg of you, do not draw this out. There will be enough times to make this last, but not now..."

 

Ecthelion nodded firmly. "I feel the same way. I want you too." Ecthelion removed the stopper and coated his fingers with the scented oil. "What do you want, my love? How do you want to make love?"

 

Erestor briefly hesitated. "What would you like?"

 

Smiling, Ecthelion made up his mind. If Erestor found it hard to decide, he would decide for him.

 

Erestor gasped when oiled fingers wrapped themselves around his erection, and his eyes widened with surprise. This was rather unexpected! "What... are you... doing...?"

 

"Preparing you properly," said Ecthelion mischievously. Next, he leaned in closer and gently sucked the skin beneath Erestor's collar bone. Erestor squirmed beneath him and Ecthelion allowed for his tongue to travel downward until it encountered the first hard nipple. After nibbling, lapping and suckling the hardened flesh, he let it slip from his lips so he could bestow the same treatment on the other nipple.

 

"Ecthelion... Please... I am about to... come... so close..." Erestor pleadingly looked at his lover. "I want us to come together... I do not want to leave you behind..." A wave of warm water now reached his buttocks and the touch felt like a caress.

 

Taking pity on his lover, Ecthelion added more oil and made certain Erestor's shaft was luxuriously coated. Then, he moved until he was straddling Erestor's hips. The look his lover gave him spoke of surprise and uncertainty.

 

"Are you certain you want to make love in this way?" Erestor trembled, realizing he was only moments away from seeing Ecthelion take himself!

 

"Aye, I am..." Ecthelion sensually licked his lips, rose, and then slowly lowered himself onto his lover's hard flesh. When Erestor's hands reached for his, he indulged his lover, entwining their fingers. Slowly, he lowered himself, his eyes growing big at the invasive feeling. He hadn't been on the receiving end much, as Glorfindel loved being taken.

 

Erestor forced himself to remain motionless -- no easy feat now that this tight heat began to envelop him. Staring deeply into Ecthelion's eyes, he always made sure there was eye contact.

 

Ecthelion released a deep sigh when he was finally firmly seated in Erestor's lap, having taken in the other Elf's length completely. Not moving yet, he savored the moment and smiled, happily. "My, this feels..." This experience was beyond words.

 

Erestor moistened his lips. The need to thrust was quickly overwhelming him as his body craved the impending release. "My sweet Ecthelion, would you please move?"

 

"But of course..." Bowing forward, he claimed Erestor's lips and used his grip on his lover's hands to support him when he experimentally moved. The sigh that left Erestor's lips almost made him come, but he held back, wanting to make the act last a little longer.

 

It wasn't long before Erestor began to thrust and Ecthelion was content to let the elder Elf set their pace. The balance between them shifted, and before Ecthelion knew what was happening, Erestor had rolled him onto his back and now moved above him. Dazed, Ecthelion allowed Erestor to place his legs on top of his lover's shoulders. Erestor now managed to thrust deeply, rubbing his sensitive gland with every stroke. His eyes widened, realizing Erestor was now setting a deep and slow pace, truly claiming him and making him his.

 

Erestor tightly hung on to his control, not wanting to accidentally hurt his lover, but Ecthelion was so tight, so hot and so willing, that the need to possess his lover overtook him. Burying himself deep in the welcoming body, he growled softly. Now it was Erestor's turn to claim Ecthelion's lips and he bit softly into the bottom lip, making the younger Elf yelp softly. That yelp chased him over the edge and he collapsed on top of Ecthelion.

 

Ecthelion's eyes stayed big, feeling Erestor find release inside him. A warm sensation spread through him and his world exploded in bright colors. Erestor wrapped his arms around him and Ecthelion clung to the elder Elf, experiencing the most divine orgasm he had ever had.

 

Concerned at feeling Ecthelion go limp beneath him, Erestor carefully removed himself from his lover's body and then probed the impossibly large eyes. Ecthelion was still conscious, but barely.

 

The waves became bolder and the warm water now lapped at their bodies, soothing the two Elves. Erestor lowered his lover's legs back onto the sand and continued to search the younger Elf's eyes, hoping he had pleased Ecthelion. "Beloved?"

 

A satiated smile appeared on Ecthelion's face. The younger Elf grabbed his lover tightly and then rolled them over the sand until eventually he ended up back on top again. Showering Erestor's face and throat with passionate kisses, he ran his hands down his lover's flanks. "Perfect," he purred, "Just the way I wanted it."

 

Erestor laughed, relieved. "For some reason I assumed you wanted to be on top."

 

"Oh, I enjoy being on top as well," admitted the younger Elf, "But today was different. I wanted to feel you inside of me. It felt right that way."

 

Erestor cocked his head and ran his right hand down Ecthelion's back until it came to rest on a firm buttock. "I told Elrohir we would be home to celebrate the winter solstice with them."

 

Ecthelion frowned, wondering why Erestor was telling him that now, but then he understood and smiled. "You said we would be *home*. Does that mean our stay here will be shorter than you originally thought?" He did want to see Glorfindel again -- as his friend, not his lover.

 

"The fact that you came after me tells me that you love me best. I might be jealous in the future, when I see you with Glorfindel, but I think I will be able to handle that." Erestor pushed himself into a sitting position and Ecthelion moved out of his lap, kneeling in front of him. "You asked me to bind with you and I accept. I love and trust you."

 

Acting on impulse, Ecthelion threw his arms around Erestor, kissing him passionately. "Never doubt my love for you again, Erestor. Please, I love you best."

 

"I believe you now," replied Erestor, "And I love you as well."

 

"We will be as happy in Imladris as we are here." Winter solstice was still several moons away and they would enjoy their carefree time here in the Gray Havens. "I thank the Valar for opening my eyes... To know that I came so close to losing you causes me pain."

 

"I am here now... And I won't ever leave you again." Erestor meant every word of what he had said.

 

"I will never allow you to leave me again," said Ecthelion. And he meant every word as well.

 

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Elrohir arrived in Imladris ten days later. He had enjoyed his stay in the Gray Havens and Cirdan's company, but his heart kept calling him back to Imladris -- to Elladan, to be exact. His twin had always possessed his heart and he knew that there would never be another for him. He loved Elladan with a passion that scared him at times.

 

"Elrohir! Finally!"

 

Elrohir was promptly knocked off his mare's back when Elladan's body connected with his. "Humpf!" He landed hard on the forest ground and luckily Elladan backed off, which gave him a chance to catch his breath. "Did you have to do that?"

 

"I am happy to see you again." Elladan inched closer and knelt beside his twin, who was busy brushing twigs and leaves from his tunic. "I have missed you! I was so close to following you to the Gray Havens!"

 

"Father would not have liked that."

 

"Father would not have been close enough to scold me for taking off like that," replied Elladan, still inching closer. "Elrohir, I..."

 

Elrohir stopped his twin from talking by placing a finger across Elladan's lips. "Not here. There are sentries everywhere." They weren't ready yet to announce their love to their father, who would doubtlessly be told first, should they be seen kissing. "Later, in the confines of our rooms."

 

Elladan nodded, reluctantly. Looking at his double, he hungered for a touch -- no matter how small.

 

Elrohir complied and caressed his twin's face. "I thought of you when I was in the Gray Havens and I brought you a gift."

 

"You did?" Impatiently, Elladan waited for Elrohir to produce said gift. "What is it?"

 

Elrohir fumbled in his pocket and then extended his hand, slowly opening it. "Would you... Would you wear it?"

 

Elladan moistened his lips and carefully took hold of the pendant. It was a sea shell, set in mithril. "Thank you." He felt the urge to kiss Elrohir, but he knew giving in to that desire was folly. Elladan slid the pendant into his pocket, determined to find a matching necklace. "Let me help you to your feet." They were always aware of the sentries around them and knew they had to behave properly.

 

Elrohir accepted the help and allowed Elladan to pull him to his feet. Seeing the sad expression in his twin's eyes, he said, "We will tell our father when we are ready." Much depended on Elrond's reaction to finding out they loved each other. Could their father accept this? Would he? They would find out in time and until that time came, they had to be careful.

 

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