Title: Acceptance 4

Author: Morgana (morganalebeau@yahoo.com)

Website: http://www.oocities.org/morganalebeau/

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Acceptance

By Morgana

 

Chapter Sixteen - Moving forward

Imladris

Elrond had to admit that Glorfindel’s plan was working. The first day spent at the cottage had been pure bliss, and making love together had been a revelation. He didn’t dare admit it, for Glorfindel would only become cockier, but he loved it when the blond assumed control.

“What are you thinking about?” Glorfindel sat behind his lover on the grass, parted his legs and pulled Elrond close to his chest, wrapping arms and legs around him. “You seem distant.”

“My thoughts have not strayed far,” said Elrond reassuringly. “I was merely remembering making love, nîn ind.” 

Glorfindel smiled warmly. “You surprised me. I did not expect you to make a move this soon, as you are still healing.” His hands slipped beneath Elrond’s robes and gentle fingertips probed his lover’s ribcage, trying to determine if the broken ribs were healing. If their lovemaking had set back Elrond’s recovery he would never forgive himself. To his delight, he found the bones stronger, and he could barely locate the fractures. “It looks like the healing process has finally set in.”

Elrond rested the back of his head against Glorfindel’s shoulder and watched the sun set. Last, silver rays floated on top of the water of the Bruinen, and the image sent contentment through his soul. “You were so very right to take me here.”

Glorfindel’s smile remained. “You needed the rest.” He didn’t want to bring up the problems that had kept Elrond from healing at the Homely House. Tomorrow he expected a messenger, who would inform him of the latest developments. He didn’t worry much about Elladan and Thranduil, but he did feel concerned about Erestor. Would Elrohir be able to heal the Noldorin Elf’s pain? He hoped so.

Glorfindel sighed contently as Elrond began to sing softly. The magical tone to the half-Elf’s voice entranced him and he sheepishly smiled, realizing Elrond was singing about his love and dedication. When had his lover composed this song? “Amin mela lle,” he whispered into Elrond’s ear.

Elrond smiled at hearing Glorfindel’s admission. The song ended and he cocked his head to look at his lover. “It is a pity it took us this long to admit our feelings.”

“We will not waste another moment,” vowed Glorfindel. It was growing dark, and the promised warmth and comfort of the cottage made him get to his feet, lifting Elrond in his arms. “Maybe you can try to walk in a few days’ time.”

“I hope so.” He would feel more comfortable moving about on his own. Although he loved Glorfindel for being this dedicated and putting up with carrying him around, he much desired to walk again.

Glorfindel carried Elrond into the cottage and lowered him onto the sofa closest to the fire, which he had built before seeking out his lover. “Are you tired? Would you prefer me to carry you to the bed instead?”

“I am perfectly comfortable here,” said Elrond thoughtfully. “I would love to sit with you and talk.”

Glorfindel nodded once and disappeared into the kitchen to prepare tea. He also added lembas, fruit and cheese to the tray, which he placed on Elrond’s lap, telling the half-Elf to start eating. “You have lost weight, which you can ill afford. You must regain it.”

“I have skipped a few meals,” admitted Elrond. Several times he had fallen asleep when it was time dinnertime, and it had resulted in him losing even more weight. Selecting a piece of fruit, he nibbled on it.

“What is on your mind?” Glorfindel sat down on the sofa, sipped his tea and smiled, pleased, when Elrond rested his head in his lap. His hand instantly went to caress the long, dark hair.

“Elladan and Thranduil.”

“My instincts tell me they are doing fine,” said Glorfindel, treading carefully.

“I have the feeling there is more to the matter than what they told us.”

Glorfindel cringed. “What are you not telling me?”

“Elladan mentioned a dream in which Thranduil and he made love. I did not want to say anything at the time, but I detected a passion mark on his throat.”

“You think it was not merely a dream?”

Elrond nodded thoughtfully, locking eyes with the blond. “I doubt a dream would upset Elladan like that.”

“But if they made love, they are –“

“Married.” Elrond sighed deeply. “Why could Elladan not fall in love with someone else?”

Glorfindel laughed softly. “Maybe the twins asked themselves the same thing when they found out about us. After all, I was their mentor and teacher for so long. They could have felt betrayed, but I thank Elbereth that they did not.”

“You are right,” said Elrond slowly. “I cannot blame my son for falling in love with someone I do not like.”

“But Thranduil has changed; I must say that to his defense.” Glorfindel’s thumb caressed Elrond’s forehead, trying to force the wrinkles to disappear. “I must admit I worry more about Erestor and Elrohir.”

Another sigh left Elrond’s lips. “Again, you are right.” Suddenly his eyes narrowed. “What was I thinking? Letting you take me here? They need me and –“

Glorfindel rested a finger against Elrond’s lips, silencing his lover. “I am confident they can manage without us. I know how much you love your sons, but the time has come to let them go.”

Elrond sighed distressed. “I cannot help but worry about them.”

“Maybe I can distract you?” Glorfindel seductively licked his lips and then bend down to plant a kiss on his lover’s lips.

Elrond moaned blissfully when his lover’s tongue teased against his palate. Locking eyes with Glorfindel, the expression changed.

“Do not worry,” said Glorfindel, “Although I would like to make love to you again, I will not, seeing exhaustion in your eyes. Maybe you will feel stronger tomorrow. This eve we will talk, sing and enjoy each other’s company.”

Words eluded Elrond and he hoped that the kiss he gave Glorfindel conveyed his feelings.

Glorfindel nodded once, fully understanding the expression in his lover’s eyes.

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Thranduil watched as the young half-Elf tossed a grape into the air, catching it when his tongue wrapped itself around it and devouring the piece of fruit. His groin stirred, but he ignored it for now, wanting to address a serious matter. “Elladan?”

Elladan had just thrown another grape into the air, but his lover’s voice distracted him and the small fruit hit his forehead. “What is it?”

“Do you not think Elrond should know we are mated now?” He had debated this privately, and although he disliked facing Elrond and telling him, he knew it had to be done.

Elladan’s expression darkened. “I think he already knows.”

Thranduil raised an eyebrow. “Explain yourself.”

“When I woke in the woods that morning I was terribly confused and told Ada about this so-called dream.”

Thranduil’s fingernails dug into the wooden armrest. “You did?”

Elladan nodded once. “I already felt suspicious; the dream had been too real to be a fantasy and I told him so. Ada still encouraged me to seek you and confront you. He gave me his blessing.”

Thranduil drew in a deep breath. “Why would he do that?” Elrond and he had never been friends. “I would expect him to become mad with me.”

Elladan shrugged and pushed himself up onto all fours, slowly crawling toward Thranduil. “Ada changed after realizing Glorfindel loved him. I think he wanted me to have that as well.” He had reached Thranduil by now and crawled onto his lover’s lap, straddling the blond’s hips. “I usually get what I want and my mind was set on you. I would have pursued you, even against Ada’s will.”

Thranduil found himself with a lap full of half-Elf, who was trying to kiss him. Thranduil placed his hands on either side of Elladan’s head and kept his young lover in place. Elladan was trying to seduce him; the half-Elf had probably grown tired of their topic and was now trying to interest him in another round of lovemaking. “Elladan, not now. I want to talk to you.”

Elladan pouted momentarily at being denied, but then settled down, no longer trying to kiss the blond. “You want to talk to Ada and tell him what happened? And you want to do it now?” Thranduil was an open book to him.

“I will not feel comfortable until I do. I feel like I am going behind his back. Elrond deserves to know I claimed you.”

Elladan sighed, giving in. “We can visit them now if that is what you want, or--” He wriggled on Thranduil’s lap, his arousal pressing against his lover’s hip. “Or we can make love again.”

Thranduil laughed warmly. At times he forgot how young Elladan was and with youth came stamina and lust. “Later tonight, Lirimaer.”

Elladan decided to be good and not tempt Thranduil any farther. “Then let us get this over with. We will talk to Ada and when we get back I want you to make love to me.”

Thranduil’s hands now tangled in Elladan’s long locks. /You will wear me down, Lirimaer. I hope I can keep up with you!/

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Glorfindel looked up from caressing Elrond’s hair, hearing horses approach the cottage. Elrond had dozed off an hour ago, and he had enjoyed simply watching his lover and stroking the long hair. Now that they were being disturbed, however, he slowly disentangled himself from Elrond and eased the half-Elf onto the sofa. After making sure that Elrond was resting comfortably, he walked over to the window and peered outside.

He instantly recognized Thranduil’s starlit eyes, and opened the door to welcome them.

Thranduil and Elladan dismounted and walked over to the cottage. Thranduil wasn’t as sure as Elladan that they were welcome at this late hour, knowing Elrond needed to rest.

Glorfindel wondered what was wrong for them to show up like this, but signaled for them to enter. “Elrond is asleep, though,” he informed them, whilst gesturing them to sit down near the fire.

Elladan seated himself on the sofa and gently touched his father’s face. “Ada?”

Thranduil chose a chair close the fire, sat down and watched father and son, hoping Elrond would accept him as his son’s mate.

Elrond slowly opened his eyes. His sleep had been a healing one and he blinked several times, trying to regain full consciousness. At last, he realized Elladan was close, and he raised a hand to smooth stray dark locks away from his son’s face. “What are you doing here?”

Elladan watched as his father tried to push himself into an upright position and when Elrond’s efforts remained clumsy and fruitless, he helped his father to sit upright. “Ada, how do you fare?”

“Better,” whispered Elrond, feeling slightly confused at finding Elladan at his side. “Did something happen to you? Or is anything amiss with Erestor and Elrohir? Am I needed?”

Elladan immediately shushed him. “Nothing is amiss, Ada. We merely desire to talk to you.”

“We?” Elrond’s eyes scanned the living area. Glorfindel stood in the corner, watching the exchange intensely and Thranduil uncomfortably shifted on his chair. Realizing what this was about, Elrond smiled smugly. “Then talk.”

Thranduil cleared his throat. “Elrond, I need to tell you something.”

Elladan, growing impatient and nervous, cut Thranduil short. “Ada, it was not a dream. That night really happened.”

Thranduil cringed at hearing Elladan’s words. He had wanted to be a bit more diplomatic about the matter, but now Elladan had blurted it out. Searching Elrond’s face, Thranduil trembled at seeing an arched eyebrow. Would Elrond forgive him and accept their bond, or turn him away?

Elrond chose his next words carefully. “Tell me what happened, exactly.”

Thranduil’s voice shook slightly when he addressed Elrond. “The night was magical and I got carried away. Elladan had followed me into the woods, and when I saw the desire in his eyes I could not turn him away.”

Elrond’s gaze shifted from Thranduil to Elladan when his suspicions were confirmed. “You were determined to claim Thranduil as your own from the start, were you not?”

Elladan nodded. “I fell in love with him when he rescued me from those Orcs. I tried to fight it, but I love him.” Elladan drew in a deep breath, gathering courage for his own admission. “I pursued him and made him acknowledge the attraction between us. Thranduil let me believe it was a dream because he did not want to bind me to him, but I wanted to be mated to him! I convinced him to –“

“What?” Elrond stared at his oldest son.

“We made love again. We are married now and I will not give him up!” Elladan pleadingly stared his father. “I love him and he loves me.”

Elrond shook his head in amusement. “I suspected as much.” His gaze sought out Thranduil’s. “Elladan’s happiness is very important to me, and I will not stand in your way, but-“

Thranduil nodded, knowing what was coming next. “I won’t hurt or disappoint him for I love him.”

Exhaustion washed over Elrond and he briefly closed his eyes. “If someone had told me you would become a part of this family I would have called him insane,” said Elrond, once more looking at Thranduil. “I must admit that you have changed. You are no longer vindictive; you have mellowed.”

“I hope we can become friends in time,” said Thranduil honestly. “And I have thought long and hard about our future. I decided against returning to Mirkwood. Valthoron is now master there. I will stay at Imladris for the time being.”

Elrond raised an eyebrow. “I must admit that my greatest fear was losing Elladan to you, and seeing him leave his home. Your words reassure me.” Elrond’s gaze shifted to Elladan when his oldest son cradled his hand in his own.

“Ada, we won’t sail to Valinor. Thranduil and I will stay in Imladris.”

“I expected as much,” admitted Elrond. His former decision to leave for Valinor with Galadriel had changed as well. What he hadn’t considered was that once he had reached Valinor, Celebrian would re-enter his life. Now that he had found Glorfindel’s love he was unwilling to give up on the blond Elda. Staying at Imladris was the only sound solution, and he would tell Glorfindel shortly.

“Ada?” Elladan’s eyes revealed uncertainty. “Do I still have your blessing?”

Elrond smiled charmingly. “Aye, of course you have my blessing, ion-nîn. You are free to choose your lover. I am sure Thranduil and I will become friends in time.” Seeing relief in Elladan’s eyes, he pulled his oldest son close and planted a parental kiss on his brow. “Be happy.”

Elrond distinctly heard the relieved sigh Thranduil released. “This must have weighed heavy on your mind, to seek me out here,” he said, addressing Thranduil.

“It did,” admitted Thranduil. “To me, it was important you knew the truth.”

Glorfindel stepped in, seeing Elrond’s form tremble with fatigue. This conversation was taking its toll on the half-Elf. “We should let him rest now.” He placed a hand on Elladan’s shoulder and waited for the oldest twin to get to his feet.

Elladan briefly rested his brow against his father’s. Seeing both happiness and fatigue in Elrond’s eyes, he realized Glorfindel was right. “You should rest, Ada.” Returning his father’s gesture, he kissed Elrond’s brow and then rose from the bed. “Thranduil and I will visit again when you are more rested.”

“I would like that,” said Elrond tiredly. He locked eyes with Thranduil once more. /Hurt him and I will hurt you./

One powerful mind spoke to another and Thranduil nodded once, letting Elrond know he had understood. “I will make him happy.”

Elrond slowly closed his eyes and listened to their retreating footsteps. Now he had one thing less to worry about. Elladan and Thranduil’s love seemed sincere, and he hoped they would be happy. /But what about Elrohir? Is he happy as well?/

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Elrohir contently watched Erestor sleep, feeling immensely pleased that no nightmare disturbed the Noldorin Elf’s sleep. Erestor looked strangely vulnerable, resting in his arms, and Elrohir wondered why he had never before noticed the dark-haired Elf’s beauty.

Absentmindedly, his fingers gently tangled in the long, black hair. Erestor’s vacant eyes held an attraction that he couldn’t deny, and he continued to stare at the Elf in his arms. /Erestor, my feelings for you are changing. My heart now beats differently when I look upon you, and my arms feel empty when you are not in them. What started as concern is now changing into love and affection./

Erestor suddenly stirred in his arms, as if picking up on his thoughts, and Elrohir immediately caressed the other’s hair, trying to keep Erestor asleep. “All is well. You can sleep undisturbed, Arato-nîn.”

But Elrohir’s voice easily penetrated Erestor’s mind. After blinking once, Erestor stared at the young half-Elf holding him. Sometime during his sleep, he had wrapped arms and legs around Elrohir, pulling him so close that they were now entangled. Recalling the kisses exchanged earlier, he blushed.

Elrohir remained silent, and kept up the soothing strokes to the Noldorin Elf’s hair.

Erestor swallowed nervously, feeling his body react to Elrohir’s closeness. It had been so long since it had reacted to warmth and love. It had taken him many years to try again after that fateful night, but the elf maiden he had taken a liking to, had looked at him with pity in her eyes after he had told her why he wasn’t responding to her gentle caresses. One night she had told him that she couldn’t handle this situation and she had left him. Discouraged, he had never tried again... Until now. Until Elrohir.

Elrohir wondered about the blush that continued to spread on Erestor’s face, somehow sensing the other’s inner struggle. He waited patiently for Erestor to confide in him.

Erestor blushed, growing erect for the first time in decades. Unable to maintain eye contact any longer, he closed his eyes. Elrohir was still stroking his long hair, and those gentle touches only fed the desire growing inside him.

Elrohir decided to take the initiative. “Why did you close your eyes, melamin?”

“I-“ Erestor suddenly wanted to free himself of Elrohir’s embrace, but his body froze, making it impossible to move away from the half-Elf.

“Erestor? Please look at me.” Elrohir tenderly caressed Erestor’s face. His fingertips teased against his love’s long eyelashes, hoping the touch would cause Erestor to open those gorgeous eyes.

Erestor’s eyelids fluttered and then opened to stare at Elrohir. “I-I feel ashamed.”

“Why?” Elrohir frowned puzzled.

“I feel...” Erestor failed to end his sentence, shifting slightly away from Elrohir, as he didn’t want the half-Elf to feel his erection.

Understanding suddenly dawned, feeling Erestor move away. “Melamin, do not feel ashamed. Rejoice instead!”

“Rejoice?” Erestor’s tone turned bitter. “I do not even understand how you can bear my touch, knowing –“

Elrohir propped himself onto an elbow and managed to catch Erestor’s gaze. “I understand that you feel tainted for what they did to you, but when I look at you, I see beauty. Knowing that you feel ashamed because you want me saddens me.”

Erestor helplessly stared into Elrohir’s eyes. “It is the first time that... Since...” Trying to explain, he searched for words, but they didn’t come easily. “My body is waking up after so many years and I do not know what to do... Touching you feels wrong.”

“Why does it feel wrong? I assure you I greatly crave your touch.” Elrohir wrapped his arms loosely around Erestor’s waist, and as he lay down again, he pulled the dark haired Elf on top of him. Erestor’s erection now pressed against his thigh and a pleased smile surfaced on his face. “Your body is telling you that it is ready to take the next step.”

Erestor shivered. “But I am scared.” Lowering his eyes, a strangled sob left his throat. “It is true, I desire you, but it feels wrong.”

“It is not wrong; everything is right,” said Elrohir soothingly. Erestor rested his head on his chest and he tucked the other’s head beneath his chin. He could tell that Erestor’s arousal was fading, but the fact that the Noldorin Elf’s body was waking up encouraged him to pursue this relationship.

Erestor’s eyes widened, feeling one of Elrohir’s hands slip beneath the fabric of his robes to rest on his naked back. The touch brought tears to his eyes. “Pen-neth...”

“Hush now,” said Elrohir quickly. “Enjoy the feelings coursing through you, and in time we will explore them farther.”

Erestor managed to free his head and he made eye contact with the half-Elf. “Do you really want me? But why? And how?”

Elrohir realized his answer was very important to Erestor and he carefully considered his reply. “Melamin, I really want you, for I love you. I want to take away those feelings of shame and replace them with love and desire. During these last few days you have become increasingly important to me, and my love for you is still growing. I will keep your heart safe and give you mine in return. That is, if you will have me.”

Tears had been building in Erestor’s eyes and they now dripped down his chin, landing softly on Elrohir’s face. Elrohir’s words were soothing balm to his scarred soul. “I lack the words to describe how much I love you. I have felt ashamed and unworthy for so long that it is hard to change, but I will try. You give me the strength to carry on.”

Elrohir rubbed Erestor’s back with soothing strokes and felt how tension left the other’s body. Erestor relaxed and finally curled around him, blanketing him. “The mere fact that you are enjoying my touch now should tell you something, melamin. You are growing stronger and I have seen the changes taking place in you. You have opened up to me, and you are no longer hiding your fears and doubts from me. We will walk this road together, and I feel confident that in time we will be able to express our love physically.”

Erestor nodded against Elrohir’s chest. “I hope so. I dreamt of being with you in that way, but ugly memories always invaded those sweet dreams. I fear remembering their vile touch when we finally make love.”

“Do not worry about that, Arato-nîn. I will keep those memories away from you.”

Erestor cocked his head and stared deeply into Elrohir’s eyes. Seeing the determination in them, he whispered, “I trust you, pen-neth.”

Elrohir smiled and continued to stroke his lover’s back. “I won’t fail you.”

Erestor clung to Elrohir, hoping the half-Elf was right and that they would find a way to deal with his memories.

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Rohan

Haldir kept glancing at Lurtz and Legolas, trying to understand how an Elven Prince could accept one of Saruman’s creatures as his mate. Galadriel’s assurance that Lurtz could be trusted still puzzled him.

“Haldir, we will arrive at Helm’s Deep this eve,” said Rumil, who was walking next to his brother. “Our time together is coming to an end.”

Haldir looked at his brother, and startled at seeing darkness and defeat in Rumil’s eyes. “We cannot give up, Rumil. We must fight and keep our kin alive.”

Rumil nodded halfheartedly. “I know we won’t see the sun rise ever again. This will be our last night on Arda.”

Haldir grabbed his brother’s shoulder. “Don’t you dare give up, Rumil! We promised Orophin to return to ‘Lorien and –“ His voice faltered, thinking of Celeborn; he feared he would never lay eyes on his lover again.

Lurtz had overheard most of their conversation, and now exchanged a look with Legolas. “Despair is coming over them and it is more dangerous than a horde of attacking Uruk-Hai. They must find courage again.”

Legolas knew his mate was right, but he understood Rumil so well. “An oppressive feeling has come upon us. Like them, I can sense the approaching evil, and it clouds our minds.”

Lurtz’s eyes locked with Legolas. “Don’t give in to that feeling.”

“I will try,” said Legolas, giving his mate an adoring smile. “I have the best reason to survive the upcoming fight; you.”

Haldir looked over his shoulder at Lurtz after hearing the passion in Legolas’ tone and he found the Uruk-Hai blushing at the Prince’s words. Haldir averted his eyes. Seeing the love in their eyes made him pensive. Maybe Lurtz could be trusted; after all, Galadriel had said so.

Haldir squeezed Rumil’s shoulder and waited for his brother’s eyes to meet his. “Take heart, for not all is lost yet.”

Rumil felt strengthened, hearing the determination in Haldir’s voice. Straightening his shoulders, he tried to shake the sense of impending doom.

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Haldir, marching at the head of the ‘Lorien army, was the first to set eyes upon Helm’s Deep. The keep’s gates were closed and the walls filled with warriors. Narrowing his eyes, he made out Aragorn’s form.

Aragorn’s eyes sparkled with happiness, seeing the Elven army approach the keep. “Open the gates!” The Rohirrim hesitated momentarily, but complied when Gamling repeated the order.

Haldir’s red cloak had immediately drawn Aragorn’s attention and his heart leapt with joy, seeing the Guardian at the head of the army. He had felt depressed, knowing how small their chances were to defeat Saruman’s army, but his heart swelled with courage and hope at seeing Haldir’s cocky smile.

He started to run down the stairs when a murmur ran through the crowd.

“There’s an Uruk-Hai among them! Let’s kill the foul creature!” Other voices joined in. “We don’t want his kind in our keep! Kill him!”

Aragorn frowned; it was true. An Uruk-Hai marched among the Elven archers and at his side –

“Legolas!” Aragorn called out his friend’s name in joy and marched toward the blond. Narrowing his eyes, he found that Legolas’ hand rested on the Uruk-Hai’s shoulder. Why was that?

Gimli, having heard Aragorn’s call, rushed down the stairs. He would never openly admit it, but he had missed having Legolas close. Seeing the Uruk-Hai, he came to an abrupt hold in front of Legolas.

The crowd’s voice rose again. “Kill him! His kind is about to attack! We don’t want him here!”

Legolas tensed and his hand reached for his sword, ready to defend his mate.

“Haldir? Legolas?” Aragorn wasn’t sure whom to address first. He had felt alarmed at first, but realizing the Uruk-Hai’s hands weren’t tied and that the Elves allowed him to march with them calmed him.

Haldir stepped aside, letting Legolas address Aragorn.

Legolas’ face was as calm and serene as ever, but deep inside him his emotions raged. Protectively, he stepped in front of Lurtz. “Aragorn, Lurtz is a friend, an ally.”

Aragorn watched Legolas closely, reading his friend’s body language, which told him that the blond trusted the Uruk-Hai and was even willing to defend him. “We should talk in private.”

Legolas nodded. “That would be best.” His gaze traveled from Aragorn to Gimli and he smiled warmly. “It is good to see you again, master Dwarf. I was worried you had come to harm during my absence.” But Gimli’s expression turned cold and unfriendly and he realized it was because Lurtz had folded an arm around his waist. /Lurtz is staking his claim./ He understood his mate’s urge to declare him his own, but Gimli and Aragorn didn’t like it. “I have much to tell you.”

Aragorn grew worried at seeing the possessiveness in Lurtz’s eyes and he decided to focus on Haldir instead. He didn’t want to risk a fight with the Uruk-Hai when Legolas seemed to greatly care about the creature -- though only Elbereth knew why!

Aragorn acted instinctively and buried Haldir in an embrace. His friend had no idea how glad he was to see him and his archers! Haldir tensed in his arms and Aragorn’s smile brightened when the Guardian finally gave in and returned the hug. Pulling back, he still caught a hint of surprise of being welcomed this warmly on Haldir’s face. “You’re most welcome, my friend.”

Haldir smiled, but his expression grew serious again when Théoden joined them. He stepped away from Aragorn and inclined his head, addressing the Lord of the Mark. “I bring word from Elrond of Rivendell. Long ago Men and Elves fought alongside each other and died together. I have come to honor that alliance.”

Théoden nodded, pleased, and then looked at Aragorn. He greatly appreciated the support, and wanted Aragorn to take command of the Elven army.

Aragorn understood and nodded. “Let us talk. Haldir, Legolas, follow me.” Although not invited, Lurtz followed as well. Aragorn was about to make a remark, when Legolas’ eyes met his, asking him to allow Lurtz to accompany them. Aragorn nodded once, wondering why he was agreeing to this; the monster was their enemy!

Aragorn, Gimli, Haldir, Legolas and Lurtz followed Théoden who led them into the great hall.

Legolas constantly remained close to his mate, never letting Lurtz out of his sight. He knew he had a lot of explaining to do, and hoped Aragorn and Gimli would accept his new mate.

 

Chapter Seventeen - Haldir

Edoras

Aragorn turned to face Legolas and tried to read the expression in his friend’s eyes. The fact that Lurtz was standing protectively behind Legolas, with his hand on the hilt of his sword, puzzled him. It almost seemed like the Uruk-Hai was ready to attack, should he even dare to look at Legolas in the wrong way. “Legolas, I think we deserve an explanation. Why did you bring the enemy inside these walls?”

Théoden, Gamling, Gimli and Haldir watched him closely, and Legolas fought hard to maintain his calm and controlled appearance. “I was injured when we fought Ugluk, and found shelter in a cave. I did not know Lurtz would be there as well. When I first laid eyes on him I feared for my life, but he had lost his memories and tended to my injuries. He took me to Rivendell, where Master Elrond gave him sanctuary. Even after his memory had returned he chose to stay and he helped us rescue Elrond when he was taken prisoner. Lurtz and I became lovers, and are now bound to each other.”

Aragorn stared at Legolas in shock. “Lovers? Bound to each other?” He couldn’t understand why anyone would trust a Uruk-Hai!

“I know how this must seem to you,” continued Legolas calmly, “but Lurtz is no longer the enemy. He gained my trust, and also Elrond and Glorfindel’s. After this war is over we will return to Imladris, and later we will travel to Mirkwood.”

Aragorn shook his head in disbelief and his gaze shifted from Legolas to Haldir. “And you agreed to the Uruk-Hai accompanying you?”

“The Uruk-Hai has a name,” sneered Lurtz. He was becoming fed up with Aragorn’s attitude toward him. “It never was my choice to become involved with these Elves, but for some reason my fate and theirs is intertwined.”

Haldir cleared his throat, remembering Galadriel’s words. “I also carry a message from the Lady of the Wood. She told me to trust Lurtz, and although I have doubts like you, I will obey her orders and give him the benefit of the doubt. It is not my place to judge the Lady’s ways, and neither is it yours.”

Aragorn’s gaze settled on Lurtz and the Uruk-Hai met his stare head-on. “Haldir spoke true. The Lady’s words are to be trusted, but I feel uneasy knowing a Uruk-Hai dwells within these walls.”

The voices outside grew louder, still demanding Lurtz was killed, and Aragorn sighed deeply, wondering how to calm the masses. Locking gazes with Legolas, he said, “You had better stay close to Lurtz at all times. I fear for his safety as long as he is inside the keep. They want his head.”

Legolas sighed softly. “They are afraid. So was I when Lurtz and I first met, but I learned to look farther than his appearance and realized he was a young soul, trying to find his way. The people of Rohan fear what they do not understand. Lurtz and I will prove to them that he is not a danger.”

Gimli, who had remained quiet until now, spoke. “Elf, you will need armor, and so does the Uruk-Hai.” He wasn’t going to question Legolas now when the Elf already seemed distressed, but he planned on talking some sense into his friend later. /If we survive the night, that is./

“Take them to the armory,” instructed Aragorn. Gimli nodded once and Aragorn watched the three of them leave the hall. Once they were out of sight, he addressed Haldir. “How could you allow the Uruk-Hai to join you?”

Haldir raised an eyebrow. “Even you would not go against the wishes of the Lady of the Wood. She was very specific that Lurtz was to join the army. I am the first to admit I had doubts when I learned of her decision, but now I find myself wondering if I did not judge too quickly. I have watched Lurtz closely these last two days, and he has been helpful and polite.”

“He seems very possessive of Legolas,” remarked Aragorn. “I do not like the way he watches Legolas’ every move.”

Haldir nodded, having noticed the same behavior, but with one difference. “I am not so sure it is possessiveness. It feels more like protectiveness.”

“I still do not like it,” rumbled Aragorn, but then straightened his shoulders and looked at Théoden. The time for battle was approaching and he needed to discuss strategy. “I will command the ‘Lorien army, and our arrows will take down their first lines.”

Théoden, who had not meddled when they had discussed Lurtz, now spoke.  “Haldir of ‘Lorien, we greatly appreciate any help you can offer.”

Haldir inclined his head. “We are proud to fight alongside Men one last time.” His gaze then shifted to Aragorn. “We know the odds and realize only a few of us will return to Lothlorien. We will take out as many of Saruman’s creatures as possible.”

Aragorn smiled, saddened, hoping the price wouldn’t be too high.

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Gimli watched Lurtz with growing amusement as the Uruk-Hai sorted through the weapons and coats of mail, trying to find one that would fit. Lurtz growled softly whenever he got stuck, trying to fit into them. The laughing expression in Legolas’ eyes only seemed to add to Lurtz’s frustration.

Gimli had watched them for several moments now and was beginning to wonder about them. Legolas moved about Lurtz with obvious ease and trust, and the Uruk-Hai’s eyes constantly lingered on the Elf, as if making sure that Legolas did not miraculously disappear on him. He hadn’t thought it possible, but hearing them banter was quite amusing.

Lurtz suddenly looked at him and Gimli’s first instinct was to let the grin fade from his face, but then the Uruk-Hai tossed him a coat of mail.

“Here, it is the shortest I could find.” Lurtz selected one for himself and managed to fit into it.

Gimli picked up the coat of mail and grumbled deep in his throat as he slipped into it. The metal rings hit the floor and he stared at it in dismay. “I cannot wear this!” Glancing at Legolas, he found the Elf smirking. He quickly removed the coat of mail and glared at the Uruk-Hai, who had now selected a broadsword from the pile of weapons.

Lurtz swung it several times, testing its balance. Feeling Gimli’s eyes on him, he looked over his shoulder at the Dwarf.

Gimli cleared his throat and looked at Legolas instead.  “We worried about you when you disappeared. We searched for some time, but we could not afford to linger.”

“I could not leave the cave and join you, for poison was burning me up and made it impossible for me to move.” Legolas trembled, recalling the pain he had been in.

“When I found him he was in a bad way,” added Lurtz, remembering that day as well. “He obviously did not trust me, but I thought he was the most beautiful creature I had ever met. I did not remember that we were enemies, and I cared for him.”

“We fell in love, slowly but certainly,” continued Legolas with a smile on his face. “He even ran away from me, but I caught him and he has been my prisoner ever since.”

Gimli watched with growing surprise when Elf and Uruk-Hai moved toward each other to claim each other’s lips. He cleared his throat, hoping to break up their kissing. It was beyond him how Legolas could kiss an Uruk-Hai, but his eyes weren’t lying and it was really happening.

Legolas blushed weakly as he pulled away from Lurtz. “This is neither the time nor the place for it,” told he Lurtz, who slowly nodded his head. “We must concentrate on the upcoming fight.”

“And Haldir,” Lurtz reminded Legolas. He ignored Gimli’s curious expression and added, “I will stay close to him.”

Legolas nodded. “Aye, you had better do that. I will try to keep an eye on him as well.”

Gimli shook his head. The two of them were acting like lovebirds!

“I will join Haldir’s archers,” said Legolas, seemingly ignoring Gimli as well.

“Then I will join them too,” mused Lurtz. He had to be close to Haldir in order to keep him safe. Looking at his mate, he found that Legolas had chosen to wear armor and was now ready for battle.

Legolas’ eyes suddenly sought out Gimli’s and he walked over to the Dwarf. Lowering himself onto one knee, he said, “I understand that you are confused, and maybe even worried, but I can vouch for Lurtz. You can trust him.”

Gimli sighed deeply. “You have become a trusted friend since we started on this quest, and I will trust you now as well; but my heart warns me to remain alert.”

“As you should, for we are facing an overwhelming force of evil,” replied Legolas softly. “I merely ask of you not to judge Lurtz too quickly. When we first met at Elrond’s council we disliked each other as well. Later, we became friends. Please keep an open mind.”

“I will try,” said Gimli honestly. “But shivers run down my spine seeing him this close to you.”

“I trust Lurtz with my life - and my heart.” Legolas’ eyes pleaded with the Dwarf to give Lurtz this one chance. “He will not disappoint you.”

Gimli grumbled into his beard. “I will try. I cannot promise you more.”

“Thank you,” said Legolas, rising to his feet. Looking at his mate, he smiled warmly. “It will take time, but eventually they will understand.”

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Lurtz stood next to Legolas on the battlements, staring into the distance, where his sharp eyes made out the first battalion of Saruman’s army. Seeing Uruk-Hai march toward them, a strange feeling rose in his stomach. He welcomed his mate’s touch when Legolas rested his hand at the small of his back.

Legolas kept one eye on Lurtz and one on Haldir, who was standing a few feet away from them. Behind them, Aragorn was pacing, calling out commands. The heavens had opened and rain poured down on them. Several of the Rohirrim mumbled softly, frustrated that they had to fight this battle whilst a thunderstorm raged over their heads.

Looking at Aragorn, Legolas felt grateful that his friend had managed to calm the people of Edoras, who had demanded Lurtz’s head. They still looked at Lurtz with distrust and hate in their eyes, but that was to be expected.

Feeling eyes on him, Legolas cocked his shoulder and looked at Haldir. The Guardian appeared calm, but Legolas knew Haldir had to be nervous. Rumil was at his brother’s side and Legolas hoped Haldir would take comfort in having him close.

“Can you see anything?” Gimli felt frustrated, being locked behind the battlements.

Legolas smiled in spite of their dire situation. “There are thousands of them.”

“Let them come!” Gimli gritted his teeth. “I am ready for them.”

Lurtz leaned in closer and whispered into Legolas’ ear, “I will stay close to Haldir. Remain careful at all times. I know you will survive, but I do not want to see you come to harm.”

Legolas nodded once, signaling he understood.

At Aragorn’s command, the Elves raised their bows and aimed their arrows at the approaching army. Suddenly one arrow impacted in a Uruk-Hai’s chest and an ugly roar joined the whipping thunder. As the army stormed forward, Legolas released his arrows. The fighting had begun.

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Haldir’s mouth went dry as an explosion rocked the Hornburg. Somehow Saruman’s army had found a way to breach the walls, and was now pouring into the keep. He had exchanged his bow for his sword and was now doing his best to fight off the foul creatures. Every now and then, he looked at Lurtz and realized that the Uruk-Hai was mercilessly slaughtering his kin with nothing but contempt in his eyes. Whatever doubts he'd had faded, and he finally believed Galadriel when she said Lurtz could be trusted.

“Haldir, pull your men back; retreat!”

Hearing Aragorn’s voice, he was briefly startled. The sound of it pulled him from his concentration and for the first time he saw how many of his men had fallen. Shocked at finding so many dead, he briefly hesitated, and one Uruk-Hai used that to his advantage. A sword slashed his arm open and his eyes widened at the pain.

Lurtz moved as if in trance, recognizing the scene he had witnessed in Galadriel’s mirror. Charging ahead, he pushed an injured Haldir out of his way when another Uruk-Hai tried to cleave Haldir’s back in two.

Haldir was shoved into the mud and stared at Lurtz in amazement, realizing the danger he had barely escaped from.

Lurtz quickly took out the Uruk-Hai who had tried to attack Haldir in the back and then moved to the silver haired Elf. “How badly injured are you?”

“I can stand,” whispered Haldir, cradling his injured arm to his chest. He tried to continue to fight, but the pain made it hard for him to concentrate.

Lurtz quickly pulled Haldir behind his broad back when another sword almost buried itself in the Elf’s chest. He had to get Haldir out of here and into safety! Although he disliked to retreat from battle, he recalled Galadriel wanted Haldir safe. Grabbing Haldir’s waist, he pulled the protesting Elf along. “Stop fighting me!” Lurtz shook his head, being reminded of another struggling Elf. Glorfindel had fought him as well.

“I need to stay close to my men!” Haldir struggled when Lurtz pulled him deeper within the keep.

Lurtz searched for Legolas and found that his mate was yelling a number at the Dwarf, who, upon hearing the count, raised his axe to take out another Uruk-Hai. It looked like everyone was now retreating to the Great Hall and he pulled Haldir along, ignoring the Elf’s attempts to free himself of his hold.

Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli followed them inside and they ended up in the Great Hall. Théoden tried to maintain a regal posture, but the expression in his eyes revealed his shock at being defeated.

Legolas headed for Lurtz and sat on his heels as his mate lowered Haldir onto a chair. “Haldir, you are still alive.”

Haldir wondered about Legolas’ remark, and was about to react to it, when a loud banging sounded near the doorway. The Uruk-Hai were trying to force themselves a way inside.

“Ride out with me one last time,” said Aragorn, addressing Théoden, realizing the sun was about to rise. Remembering Gandalf’s promise he wanted to look at the east at the crack of dawn.

Théoden gave in after a few moments. “For honor and glory.”

Aragorn looked at Haldir, and, upon realizing his friend was injured, walked over to him. “You should stay here.”

“I will guard him,” said Lurtz firmly. So far he had managed to keep his word and he would make sure Haldir survived this battle.

Seeing Lurtz tend to Haldir’s injury, Aragorn let go of his doubts. The Uruk-Hai seemed honestly concerned for Haldir. “Find refuge deep within the keep and hold out until we return.”

Lurtz nodded once. He had already spotted a room with a doorway which he could defend in case their enemies found a way inside. “He is safe with me.”

Haldir stared at Lurtz in disbelief. Why was the Uruk-Hai acting this protectively? Seeking out Legolas’ eyes, he saw approval in the sapphire eyes.

Legolas rested one hand on Lurtz’s shoulder. “I will join them and return for you later.”

Lurtz mumbled his approval and then helped Haldir to his feet. “I will defend him until my last breath.”

Legolas and Aragorn barricaded the door to the room Lurtz had chosen to hide in, and then joined Théoden and Gamling, who had retrieved their horses. They mounted quickly, and, whilst releasing a raw battle cry, charged at the sea of enemies.

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Haldir raised pain filled eyes and locked gazes with Lurtz. “Why are you doing this?”

Lurtz shrugged once while keeping a close eye on the barricaded door. He could hear the Uruk-Hai close in on them and he prepared for one final battle. “Galadriel asked me to keep you alive. She showed me your death in her mirror and I promised to look out for you.”

Haldir sucked in his breath. “Galadriel allowed you to look into her mirror?”

Lurtz nodded his head. “She seems to care a great deal about you.”

Haldir’s head still reeled from this information. /She wants to keep me alive for Celeborn!/

A low noise filled the air; Gimli was blowing the horn of Rohan. A loud roar followed and he heard several battle cries. Looking out of the window, he found a blinding light descending the hill with behind it thousands of riders. “We might survive after all.”

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Legolas’ heart nearly missed a beat, seeing Gandalf steer Shadowfax toward him. The Rohirrim had quickly dealt with what remained of Saruman’s army and had sent them running for Isengard. Gandalf immediately joined Théoden and Aragorn, and together they declared victory.

Legolas used that opportunity to steer Arod back into the keep, eager to check on Haldir and his mate.

“Wait for me!”

Looking over his shoulder, he found Aragorn catching up with him. Seeing concern in the Man’s eyes, he realized Aragorn worried about Haldir. He knew they were good friends, and signaled Aragorn to follow him. Together they made their way back to the hall, and after dismounting, they quickly pushed away the chairs they had used to barricade the door with.

“Lurtz? Haldir?” Legolas entered first and found his mate smiling smugly. Acting instinctively he threw himself into Lurtz’s open arms and hugged his mate close.

Haldir smiled amused, seeing love and relief in their eyes. Then he noticed Aragorn’s presence. “It is a minor wound and will heal quickly.”

“I should bind it,” said Aragorn in a concerned tone. He kept one arm folded around Haldir’s waist and turned slightly to face Lurtz. “I was wrong about you. Thank you for keeping Haldir safe.”

Lurtz smirked. “Elves,” he whispered, amused. “Why me?”

Legolas caught the hidden meaning and laughed warmly. “You saved my life, Glorfindel’s and now you can add Haldir’s name to that list as well.”

Aragorn frowned puzzled, but then concentrated on Haldir, whose wound was still bleeding. “Victory is ours,” he informed Haldir, who smiled, relieved.

Haldir allowed Aragorn to take control of the situation, and he resigned to the fact that Aragorn would continue to fuss over him until his wound had been taken care of. /Celeborn, love, I will return to you./

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Lurtz helped Legolas when his mate offered to look after the deceased ‘Lorien Elves. It was a task that caused him to grow depressed. So much beauty had been destroyed! But at the same time he felt immensely grateful that Legolas and Haldir had been spared.

Rumil had joined them as well, after checking on his elder brother and was now covering the dead bodies with their blue cloaks.

“The war is not over yet,” said Legolas, pained, closing the eyes of another Elven archer.

“Very true, my love, but we will face this horror together.” Lurtz rested a hand at the small of Legolas’ back and took comfort in that touch. Legolas leaned into his mate’s body and released hot tears that flowed down his face and dripped from his chin. “I cannot mourn their passing yet.”

“Take the time you need to deal with this pain,” said Lurtz, understanding obvious in his voice. “Draw strength and comfort from me.”

“Thank you,” whispered Legolas, closing his eyes. A soft lament for his fallen brethren left his lips, saying goodbye to the dead.

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Imladris

With every passing day Elrond felt his strength return. Glorfindel’s excellent care, the warm sun and the healing quality of the Bruinen quickened his recovery. Making love with the golden haired Elda was also helping him rebuild his strength.

/Elrond, the battle has been fought. Many of our kin died. Only a handful survived./

He was startled at hearing Galadriel’s voice in his mind and instantly sensed her sadness and pain. /I feel for them as well, but you know this sacrifice had to be made./

/I want to thank you for sending Lurtz on this mission. He managed to save Haldir’s life./

/My heart rejoices at hearing Haldir is alive, but it is also saddened by this great loss./ Galadriel’s presence retreated from his mind and Elrond’s eyes filled with tears. He had known the price would be high, but this high?

“Glorfindel? Melamin?” He called out for his lover, needing the blond’s support. But Glorfindel didn’t answer and the urge to be close to the Elda overwhelmed him.

Gritting his teeth, Elrond struggled to his knees. He had not attempted to walk yet and wasn’t sure his ankles had recovered enough to support him. Holding his breath in anticipation of pain, he slowly rose from the earth. He placed his hands against the trunk of an ash, needing its support.

“Glorfindel!” He had intended to call for his lover, but only a soft whimper left his lips as a throbbing ache spiraled up his legs, emanating from his ankles. The pain nearly took his breath away, and he froze, trying to stay on his feet.

A moment later the ache receded and Elrond sighed, relieved. Gauging the distance to the cottage, his courage faltered. He couldn’t cross that distance unaided!

Elrond carefully placed his right foot in front of his left. The bandages made his walk even more awkward, but he tried again, now letting go of the tree as he moved toward the cottage.

Sweat formed on his brow, and his breath came in spurts, taking another step. His hands trembled and he tried to reach for another tree, hoping it would support him.

“Glorfindel!” This time he called out louder and he grew hopeful that his lover had heard him. Shaking like a leaf, he held onto the trunk of the tree, waiting for his lover to appear in the doorway. “Glorfindel, please hear me!”

Attempting another step, tremors shook his body, but he was growing more confident now that the ache didn’t worsen. The pain was bearable.

Glorfindel rushed toward the half-Elf and his heart briefly stopped beating, seeing his lover in such pain. “What are you doing on your feet when you should be resting?”

“I can walk,” said Elrond in a shaky tone, “but I need your support.”

Glorfindel wrapped an arm around his lover’s waist and was severely tempted to carry him.

“Nay,” whispered Elrond, “I desire to walk.”

Glorfindel frowned in disapproval, but complied, steadying Elrond as they made their way into the cottage. He realized how important it was to the half-Elf to be able to walk again and didn’t voice his concern, opting to support Elrond in silence instead.

Elrond bit his bottom lip, concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other. Relief washed over him when he finally sat down and the pressure was removed from his ankles. “I think you no longer need to carry me, nîn bellas.”

Glorfindel sighed, regretfully. “I loved cradling you close to my chest. I will miss having you in my arms.” He knelt at Elrond’s side and gathered the half-Elf’s hands in his. “What made you try to walk?”

Elrond’s eyes became misty with tears. “The battle for Helm’s Deep has come to an end. Haldir survived, but many of the ‘Lorien Elves fell. The price was high.”

“You knew this would happen when you asked for volunteers.” Glorfindel placed kisses on the back of Elrond’s hands. “They knew they were marching to their doom. Honor their memory and keep their spirit alive.”

“They will never be forgotten,” vowed Elrond passionately. Growing quiet, his fingers found their way into Glorfindel’s locks and he found comfort in the touch.

Glorfindel cleared his throat, feeling nervous, seeing the expression in Elrond’s eyes. The half-Elf’s thoughts were still with their fallen brethren at Helm’s Deep and he opted for distraction. “Nîn ind, you walked unaided. You must be getting stronger.”

Elrond smiled weakly. “I will practice daily. I look forward to finally being able to walk and run again.” Seeing Glorfindel’s disappointment, he added, “And you may still carry me – on occasion.”

Glorfindel grinned. “Right now I want to carry you into the bedroom.”

Elrond seemed to consider Glorfindel’s remark and then inclined his head. “You have my permission to carry me to our bed,” he said teasingly.

Glorfindel didn’t waste any time and pushed his hands beneath Elrond’s knees and back. “Tomorrow we will go for a short walk, but you must promise me not exhaust yourself. I want to be close when you try to walk again.”

“I promise,” whispered Elrond in an doting tone, whilst Glorfindel carried him into the bedroom for another round of passionate lovemaking.

 

Chapter Eighteen - After the war

Lothlorien...Calas Galadhon. Haldir couldn’t believe he was finally home again.

Fighting Sauron’s army had taken its toll on him, but he took great comfort in the fact that Rumil had survived as well. His brother was still at his side, and together they had seen Aragorn being crowned king and married to Arwen. His friend had finally accepted his destiny. He had always known Aragorn was destined for great things, and the Man hadn’t disappointed him.

The final war had been brutal, but he and his friends had survived. Legolas and Lurtz had watched each other’s backs, keeping the other from harm, and were now on their way to Mirkwood where they would settle down.

Gimli had decided to stay at Gondor, and Haldir had to admit the Dwarf had gained his respect. Gimli had warned him several times during that last battle, alerting him when the enemy was closing in on him unnoticed.

And now he had finally returned home. The beauty of Calas Galadhon took his breath away as the rays of the sun covered it in a golden glow.

“I heard Galadriel already left,” said Rumil, who had talked to a messenger sent by Lord Celeborn.

Haldir’s heart contracted once. “Then he is alone now.”  He urged Rumil and the handful of archers that had survived to hurry, and then he broke into a run, seeing Celeborn’s silver form appear in front of the mallorn. No longer paying attention to the Elves surrounding him, he flung himself in Celeborn’s arms, embracing his lover tightly.

Celeborn’s throat tightened, seeing Haldir. Lost for words, he showed his relief and joy by returning the hug, slowly stroking Haldir’s silver hair. Long moments later, he finally found words to express his feelings. “I have missed you, Haldir.”

Haldir’s eyes swam with tears and he pulled back to closely study the Lord of the Wood. A haunted expression lay in Celeborn’s eyes, and sadness and solitude clung to the ancient Elf. “You are hurting because Galadriel left.”

Celeborn nodded once. “She was part of my life for so long. And I was afraid you would not survive the war, never to return to me. My heart nearly died when Galadriel left, but I am slowly feeling alive again now that I am holding you in my arms.”

Haldir blushed slightly at hearing Celeborn’s words. “My heart still bleeds for our kin who died in battle, but –“ Haldir moistened his lips. “Did you know Galadriel asked Lurtz to keep me safe during the battle at Helm’s Deep?”

Celeborn nodded his head. “I did. When she allowed Lurtz to look into her mirror, I watched over his shoulder from a distance. Only her promise that Lurtz would look after you stopped me from forbidding you to go to Edoras.”

Haldir suddenly realized that several Elves were watching them, some with surprise in their eyes, others with a secret knowledge which they had kept to themselves whilst Galadriel had been amongst them. “Celeborn...” Haldir’s voice slowly faded away, uncertain how to ask his lover what this meant.

“I do not plan to hide my love for you now that Galadriel is sailing for Valinor,” said Celeborn smugly.

Rumil chuckled softly. “Anyone with eyes in their head knew that the two of you were in love. You were never able to hide it.”

Celeborn laughed as well, giving Rumil a wink. “It was a well known secret then?”

Rumil nodded firmly. “A -very- well known secret.”

Celeborn looked about and studied the Galadhrim who had gathered around them. On most faces he saw joy and approval, but a few seemed reluctant to accept that not only Galadriel warmed their Lord’s heart, but Haldir as well.

Realizing he had nothing to lose, Celeborn pulled Haldir close and placed a kiss on his lover’s sweet lips. “How I have missed you...” He breathed the words into Haldir’s mouth, who eagerly returned the kiss. “But now I have you back.”

“And I will never leave you again,” vowed Haldir, feeling utterly content at having Celeborn close. He would never understand why Galadriel had chosen to leave, and although he would miss her, he felt thankful as well. She had given Celeborn the chance to claim him openly. “Your heart is safe with me.”

Celeborn smiled warmly. “I know it is.” Haldir was in his arms, right where he belonged.

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“The time has come to leave,” said Glorfindel, packing their personal belongings into a bag. Looking at Elrond, he found that the half-Elf was walking toward him. Elrond’s walk was still a bit awkward, but the bandages were gone and the pain had left. Elrond needed to exercise his ankles, and Glorfindel lovingly massaged his dark-haired lover’s limbs each evening before they turned in to sleep.

Elrond came to a stop behind the blond and wrapped his arms around the Elda’s waist. During these last few weeks their love and bond had grown stronger, and both now realized they could no longer live without the other. Their bond had become unbreakable.

“Glorfindel, will you share my bedroom when we return to the last Homely House? I need you close at all times.” Elrond pressed his body closer to Glorfindel’s, deeply inhaling his lover’s musky scent.

A smile surfaced on Glorfindel’s face. “Of course I will share your rooms, melamin.” Turning in the embrace, he folded his arms around Elrond’s waist and simply stared deeply into the half-Elf’s eyes. “Are you looking forward to returning to Imladris?”

“Aye, I am,” said Elrond slowly. “I have missed my sons.” Though Elladan and Thranduil had visited frequently he had barely seen Elrohir. “And I still worry about Erestor.”

Glorfindel licked his lips. “The last time Elladan visited, he told me that Erestor was getting better. The fact that Elrohir moved into Erestor’s rooms might have something to do with that. Whenever I visited Erestor, his rooms felt cold and lifeless. Elrohir’s presence should have a healing effect on Erestor.”

“I will talk to Erestor,” said Elrond softly. “Elrohir hinted that Erestor felt like he had betrayed my trust by falling in love with him.”

Glorfindel inclined his head. “In that case your assurance might help.”

“I hope so.” Elrond leaned in closer and brushed the blond’s lips. “Thank you for taking me here. These last few weeks were divine.”

Glorfindel’s smile grew even smugger. “I have loved having you to myself.” He regretted having to share Elrond with the rest of Imladris upon their return.

“But the nights will always belong to you,” said Elrond, reassuringly. “At night, I am yours.” Now that he had found this love, he would never let it slip away again.

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“Ada is coming home today,” said Elladan in a thoughtful tone as he watched Thranduil bend forward to slip into his leggings. Stretching lazily in bed, he grinned. Thranduil had proven to be quite a resourceful lover, and their love was deepening. What had started out as a mostly physical attraction was now gaining a spiritual and emotional depth as well.

“We should welcome him home then.” Thranduil finished getting dressed and walked back to the bed where his young love shamelessly flaunted his naked body. “Did you speak to Elrohir and Erestor recently?”

“I did.” Elladan couldn’t help being worried about Erestor. The raven-haired advisor still made a withdrawn impression, and was only at ease when Elrohir was close.

Thranduil looked out of the window and raised an eyebrow. “Elrond and Glorfindel are early.”

Elladan jumped to his feet and stared out of the window as well. His father and Glorfindel had just entered the courtyard! “Way too early!” He wasn’t even dressed yet! Elladan quickly slipped into burgundy robes and stepped into soft leather boots. “We are late!”

Thranduil laughed, amused. “Only a moment ago you were unwilling to leave the bed!”

But Elladan paid his lover no more attention, heading for his father’s rooms. “Ada! Glorfindel!”

Elrond stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder. “Elladan!” After turning about, he opened his arms and caught Elladan in them. “It is good to be home.” Elrond buried his oldest son in a warm hug.

“I missed you too,” whispered Elladan into Elrond’s robes.

Elrond looked up at Thranduil after placing a kiss on the top of his son’s head. “Thranduil.”

“Elrond.” For one brief moment Thranduil didn’t know what to do, but then he drew in a deep breath and added, “I hope I ruled Imladris to your satisfaction. Erestor and Elladan have also helped.”

Elrond nodded thankfully. “I am sure you did well.”

“Would you like me to escort you to your rooms?” asked Elladan, eagerly.

“I want to talk to Elrohir and Erestor first,” said Elrond. “I can rest later.” The trip back home had tired him, and it would be a while before his old stamina returned.

Elladan reluctantly released Elrond from the embrace. “Tread carefully, Ada. Although Erestor seems to be getting better, he still looks haunted.”

“I will be careful,” Elrond assured Elladan, and then turned to address Glorfindel. “Can you take our things to my  rooms? I want to talk to Elrohir and Erestor in private.”

Glorfindel nodded and signaled for Elladan and Thranduil to join him. Their expressions told him that they were curious to learn how Elrond was really doing, and he wanted to assure them that the half-Elf was recovering.

Elrond caressed a golden lock and gave Glorfindel a look filled with longing. “Tonight...” he hinted.

Glorfindel smiled warmly. Yes, during the night Elrond belonged to him, and he would make love to his dark haired half-Elf until the crack of dawn.

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The knock on the door startled Erestor. It couldn’t be Elrohir. The young half-Elf had left only minutes ago to fetch lunch from the kitchen. /And Elrohir does not knock any more./ Elrohir felt quite at home in his rooms and moved about with confidence and ease.  “Enter...”

Elrond pushed the door open and entered slowly, giving Erestor a chance to get used to his unexpected presence. “Erestor, mellon-nîn.” He inclined his head in greeting, and noticed the slightly startled expression in the other’s eyes.

“Elrond...” Erestor stared at Elrond; he had been under the impression that Elrond and Glorfindel would return home later than this and he had hoped to mentally prepare himself for the confrontation. Lowering his eyes, he stared at the floor, and his hands twitched convulsively.

Elrond frowned at seeing Erestor’s distress. “Erestor? Please calm down.” He slowly advanced on his old friend and gently claimed the other’s hands. “Why won’t you look at me?”

“I feel I betrayed your trust. Elrohir was my student and -- “

Elrond cut him short. “Elrohir reached maturity many years ago, and, like Elladan, he is free to choose his mate. And he chose well.” He hoped his words reassured Erestor. He disliked seeing Erestor this upset. “You never betrayed my trust, mellon-nîn.”

Erestor still didn’t meet his gaze and Elrond placed two fingers beneath his advisor’s chin, forcing the other to look at him. “I always hoped you would find love, and I admire you for finding the courage to try again after what happened to you. You are a very brave soul, Erestor.” Seeing Erestor was about to laugh bitterly, he shushed the Elf by resting a finger against his lips. “I mean it. You are very brave.”

The embittered laugh never echoed through the room, and Erestor tentatively searched Elrond’s eyes. “I never thought you would accept me as your son’s lover.”

“You should know me better than that,” said Elrond, disapprovingly. “Is that why you never visited?”

Erestor nodded weakly. “I lacked the courage to face you.”

“I trust that has now changed?” Elrond hoped he had gotten through to Erestor.

“I am beginning to understand,” admitted Erestor softly. Movement near the doorway attracted his attention, and he released a relieved sigh at seeing Elrohir enter.

The twin placed the tray, filled with food items, on a table and headed for Elrond. “Ada! Why did you not let us know you had already arrived?” Locking his arms around Elrond’s waist, he pulled his father close. “How are your ankles? Does it hurt to walk? And where is Glorfindel?”

“Too many questions,” laughed Elrond, tousling his youngest son’s hair. “You look well, Elrohir.” He had expected to find his son looking tired and mentally exhausted, but Elrohir radiated joy and love.

“Erestor has everything to do with that.” Elrohir let go of his father and joined Erestor, brushing away the black locks that hid the elder Elf’s face from view. “Stop hiding, Arato-nîn.”

Elrond smiled approvingly at hearing the endearment. “Erestor, Elrohir is right. There is no need to hide. I hope the two of you will be happy.”

Sensing Erestor’s unease, Elrohir said, “Ada, now I know why you always locked Erestor in your study and spent your evenings in his company and Glorfindel’s. If I had known what a treasure Erestor was, I would have stolen him away from you a long time ago. In future Erestor will spend his evenings with me, though. I am sure Glorfindel will find ways to make up for your loss.”

Erestor looked at Elrohir at hearing those words. Elrohir was claiming him in front of Elrond! His eyes darted nervously, waiting for Elrond’s reaction.

Elrond smiled, pleased. “Why should I begrudge you the company of your love, Elrohir, when I crave having mine close?” Realizing the time had come to give them some privacy Elrond moved back to the doorway. “Take good care of each other. “

“We will,” said Erestor and Elrohir simultaneously, and it brought a smile to their faces.

Elrond smiled privately as he closed the door behind them, certain that Erestor and Elrohir loved each other.

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Elrohir claimed Erestor’s right hand and cradled it within his own, gently rubbing the soft skin. “You heard Ada. He approves of our love.” He hoped his father’s words had eased Erestor’s mind. “He does not think you betrayed his trust and he wants us to be happy.”

During the last few days, Erestor had become more responsive to his touches, and Elrohir now hoped to take another step. “I want you as my mate, my lover, my heart. Do you accept me?”

Erestor trembled. “Elrohir, do not bind yourself to me in that way.”

“But I want to be with you. I have had ample time to think about our relationship, and I want to be with you.” Elrohir placed the palm of his hand against Erestor’s cheek, seeing tears lurk in the dark eyes. “Do not cry anymore, Arato-nîn, and let me love you.” Elrohir licked his lips and then claimed Erestor’s, instigating a slow kiss.

Erestor moaned, surprised, at feeling Elrohir’s hands slip beneath his robes to stroke his back. These last few days he had grown used to his lover’s touch on his bare skin, and now butterflies teased his insides. “Elrohir, what are you doing to me?”

Elrohir reluctantly released Erestor’s lips and placed his hands on either side of his lover’s head, whilst looking into Erestor’s eyes. “I can no longer envision a life without you, your love. I refuse to lose you to insecurities and doubts, and therefore I ask; will you make love with me? Will you let me touch you and show you that love has returned to your heart?”

Erestor nervously cleared his throat. “Elrohir, you do not know what you are asking.” He had only just grown used to his lover’s touch and the sensual kisses, and doubted he was ready to make love.

“Do not allow your fears to keep you back, Arato-nîn. You said you trust me, and you know I would never hurt you. What holds you back?”

Erestor’s nervousness increased, seeing the determined expression in Elrohir’s eyes. “I am afraid I will disappoint you. I do not want to lose you because-“

“You won’t disappoint me, and you will never lose me. My heart is yours as long as I live.”

“But pen-neth, what if the memories of that night get the better of me and I panic?” Erestor averted his eyes. “I am not sure I can take that step.”

“You cannot know for certain until you tried.” Elrohir held his breath involuntarily, praying that Erestor would find the courage to try. It would be a major step toward healing. “Please, Erestor, do not be afraid.”

Erestor sighed deeply. “Pen-neth, if you want me, you can have me. I merely pray I won’t disappoint you.” Erestor’s hands had turned clammy as his nerves raged out of control. “Do you want to do this now?”

“Not right now,” said Elrohir, trying to calm Erestor’s nerves. “Let me choose the moment?”

Erestor nodded tentatively. /Elbereth, please do not let me panic. I do not want him to turn away and leave me. I need him!/

Elrohir saw the fear in Erestor’s eyes and settled for a tight hug. /Tonight, Arato-nîn. We will make love tonight./

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Erestor relaxed when Elrond, Glorfindel, Thranduil and Elladan joined them in the dining room. Their chat and bantering made him let down his guard and he watched Thranduil, surprised at the Elf’s mellow attitude. Elladan had warmed Thranduil’s heart, and gone was past bitterness.

Glorfindel complied when Elrond asked the Elda to play the flute, and all grew quiet, listening to the hauntingly beautiful melody. Every now and then, Elrohir’s eyes sought out his, and Erestor smiled warmly at the young half-Elf.

Dinner came to an end, and Thranduil and Elladan were the first to excuse themselves. Erestor noticed Elrond’s knowing expression when Elladan pulled Thranduil along. It was obvious who was in charge of that relationship, and the knowledge made him giggle.

Elrohir looked at Erestor in surprise, hearing the Noldorin Elf giggle. Had he ever hear that particular sound before? He instantly liked it and decided he wanted to hear it more often.

A servant appeared in the doorway and nodded once. Ah, everything was ready then. Elrohir looked at his father and said, “Ada, the journey must have tired you. You should rest. Erestor and I will retire now for the night. We will see you at breakfast?”

Elrond tried to hide his smile, knowing Elrohir well enough to realize his youngest was up to something -- and it probably involved Erestor. “You aare becoming just as bad as Glorfindel. He is constantly fussing over me as well. Aye, you had better retire now.”

Erestor was still laughing softly. Against all odds, he felt calm and relaxed as he rose from his chair to fall in step beside Elrohir.

Elrohir noticed Erestor’s relaxed mood and wrapped an arm around the elder Elf. “I am glad they are back. I missed Ada and Glorfindel.”

Erestor agreed. “It is a pleasure to have them back.”

Elrohir fought hard to remain calm now that they were approaching Erestor’s rooms. Pushing the door open, he let Erestor enter first and he prayed fervently that Erestor wouldn’t panic.

Erestor halted in his tracks, staring at his room in amazement. A sea of scented candles radiated a warm and enchanting light, and the sweet fragrance of sandalwood and lavender filled his rooms. Rose petals covered the floor, and the open window allowed in the moon’s silver beams.

“Elrohir?” Erestor’s voice trembled as he looked at the young half-Elf standing behind him.

“I hope you like it,” said Elrohir shyly. Biting his bottom lip, he waited for Erestor to say something. Had he gone overboard or did Erestor think it romantic? He had never been this nervous before.

“It is beautiful,” whispered Erestor, taken aback that Elrohir had gone to such great lengths to create a romantic atmosphere in his rooms.

“And I want you to know that there is no pressure. Just say no when you feel uncomfortable. Nothing has to happen tonight, but-“

“But you hope it will,” finished Erestor for him.

“Aye, I do.” Elrohir raised his right hand and gently touched Erestor’s lips. “You mean so much to me and I hope...” His voice faltered.

Erestor couldn’t deny him, and after taking Elrohir’s hand, he pulled the half-Elf into his rooms. The door closed behind them and Erestor’s gaze lingered on the bed, covered with soft, silk sheets. A single rose rested on the pillow, a testimony to Elrohir’s love for him. Only a few hours ago he had been afraid that he would never be able to express the full extent of his love, but now he was growing hopeful. “Show me what it is like to make love.”

“Erestor, I have never been with a male before. This is new to me as well.” Noticing Erestor’s surprise, Elrohir smiled, amused. “You are not the only one feeling nervous.”

For some reason Elrohir’s admission made Erestor feel even more relaxed. “Then we will learn together.”

Elrohir slowly leaned in closer and claimed Erestor’s lips. Parting his teeth, he invited Erestor to explore his mouth. Erestor accepted the invitation, and their tongues curled around each other in a gentle, long caress.

Pulling back slightly, Elrohir smiled. “Amin mela lle, Arato-nîn.”

“Aiya, pen-neth...” Word eluded him and he settled for another kiss. Elrohir responded eagerly and pressed his body against his. Erestor’s eyes widened, realizing he was reacting to Elrohir’s closeness. His groin stirred in eager anticipation.

Elrohir smiled knowingly, feeling Erestor’s hardened flesh against his thigh. All evening long he had been nervous, afraid that Erestor wasn’t ready after all, but now his confidence returned. Holding Erestor’s hand in his, he led his lover to the bed.

Erestor quivered with need and desire, barely believing he was reacting this passionately. He had expected to freeze and panic when Elrohir made his move, but his body hummed with warmth and the only thing he could think of was kissing Elrohir again and slowly exploring the half-Elf’s body with his fingertips.

Surprise showed in Erestor’s eyes and Elrohir smiled encouragingly. “May I undress you?”

Erestor suddenly wavered, remembering the scars his body carried. “Pen-neth –“

“Do not feel ashamed, Erestor.” Elrohir once more tensed, realizing Erestor faced another test. Rubbing Erestor’s knuckles, he waited patiently for the other to reach a decision.

“Aye, you may.” Erestor briefly closed his eyes, puzzled that he had found the courage to go through with this. He had never thought he would.

“Thank you for trusting me,” said Elrohir, realizing how hard this was on Erestor. His fingers slowly unbuttoned the robes, and he watched them slide down the alabaster skin until they pooled at Erestor’s feet. “Beautiful,” he whispered honestly.

Erestor blushed weakly, standing in front of Elrohir. “I am not beautiful.”

“But you are!” Elrohir brought his arms up behind Erestor’s back, and caressed the soft skin whilst pulling the elder Elf closer. “Let me love you,” he whispered against Erestor’s lips.

Erestor barely managed a nod. His mouth had gone dry and he stared entranced at Elrohir, whose hands now caressed his sides. His breath caught when Elrohir knelt in front of him. Soft hands and lips trailed down his stomach, down his thighs, and unable to keep quiet any longer, he released a soft whimper.

Elrohir smiled wickedly. Licking his lover’s skin, he rose to his feet again, this time encountering two hardened nipples that begged for his touch. Lapping at one and then the other, he delighted in hearing Erestor’s passionate moans.

Erestor’s eyes widened as Elrohir folded both arms around him and then lowered him onto the bed. Rose petals were crushed beneath him and released their sweet fragrance.

Elrohir took hold of the rose and placed it on Erestor’s chest. He’d had the thorns removed, not wanting to accidentally hurt his lover. His fingers wrapped around the stem and he slowly dragged the soft petals over Erestor’s skin. “Beautiful.” Looking at Erestor, he dared the other to deny it.

Lost for words, Erestor stared at his lover. Elrohir’s eyes had turned a dark shade of brown and he could see red specks inside the iris. Elrohir was kneeling at his side, and he appreciated that the half-Elf didn’t try to straddle him. That would most certainly trigger bad memories.

His hands shook violently when they reached for Elrohir’s robes, slowly removing them. He wanted to see his young lover naked.

Elrohir complied happily, removed his robes and dropped the garments to the floor. They made skin-on-skin contact, and both moaned at the exquisite sensation.  Elrohir’s hands settled on Erestor’s shoulders, massaging the tense muscles there.

Erestor surprised himself by reaching for Elrohir and wrapping his arms around him. Pulling Elrohir close, he forced the half-Elf to lie down beside him. Arms and legs became a tangled mess when he touched his lips to Elrohir’s, trying to pull him as close as possible.

The sudden passion that had appeared in Erestor’s eyes fed Elrohir’s and his hands traveled lower. Slowly, giving Erestor a chance to say no, he curled his fingers around his lover’s erection, stroking slowly.

An ecstatic expression shone from Erestor’s dark eyes at feeling Elrohir’s touch. “Pen-neth-“

“Hush, do not talk. There is no need for words.” Elrohir smiled, instigating another kiss, and pre-ejaculate dripped from the head of the other’s erection.

“It has been so long,” whispered Erestor. He felt torn between weeping in joy and laughing in relief. For so long he had been afraid to take this step, and now that he lay in his lover’s arms, he wanted more. He moaned, dismayed, when Elrohir stopped his caresses and sat upright, looking at him.

“Will you make love to me?” Elrohir dotingly looked at Erestor. “Will you claim me as your own?”

Erestor swallowed nervously. “Pen-neth, I do not know if I can.”

“Your body says you can.” Erestor was still hard, and his lover’s body arched toward him. “I want you to take me.”

Erestor abruptly sat upright as well, staring deeply into Elrohir’s eyes. “There will be pain.”

“Nay, there will be pleasure,” said Elrohir firmly. “Your touch will only bring me ecstasy.”

Seeing the confidence in Elrohir’s eyes, Erestor found he wanted to make love as well, but – Could he follow through? What if dark memories surfaced? “Are you sure?”

Elrohir nodded. “I am sure. Make love to me, Arato-nîn.”

Erestor enfolded his young lover in a tight embrace, kissing him passionately and bruising soft lips in the process. “I want to make love to you as well,” he whispered passionately. “What do I do next?”

Elrohir uncovered a small flask from beneath the pillow and opened it. After taking Erestor’s hand in his, he covered the elder’s Elf’s fingers with oil. Pulling Erestor along, he lay down on his back and parted his legs so his lover could settle between his thighs. “Touch me.”

Erestor couldn’t hide the tremors that coursed through him as he placed one finger at the entrance to Elrohir’s body. He maintained eye contact, ready to pull away at the first notion of discomfort on Elrohir’s face, but the half-Elf stared at him in rapture when his finger probed deeper within his lover’s passage.

Elrohir’s eyes widened in pleasure when Erestor’s fingertip touched a spot inside him that made him squirm in want. Elladan had told him what to expect, and he had never felt more thankful that they were able to talk about everything. At least now he felt prepared, and knowing what was about to happen took away most of his nervousness. “Do it again,” he whispered hoarsely.

Erestor tried to aim for the same spot and Elrohir wiggled beneath him, trying to move closer to him. “Is it pleasurable?” He knew his question sounded stupid, but Elrohir’s reaction intrigued him. He had only felt pain that night – but no, he wasn’t going to think about that dark cave and –

“Arato-nîn?” Elrohir grew worried, seeing the dark and haunted expression in Erestor’s eyes.

Erestor shook his head, angrily chasing away those horrid memories. He was with Elrohir now and they loved each other. There would be no pain, only pleasure.

Seeing Elrohir’s worried look, Erestor soothed him. “’Tis nothing.” Removing his finger from Elrohir’s body, he smiled weakly at seeing the disappointment in the half-Elf’s eyes.

“Add more oil,” said Elrohir, relieved that the memories hadn’t taken a hold on Erestor.

Erestor complied and returned with two fingers, once more aiming for that spot that made Elrohir whimper again.

Elrohir arched his back, trying to guide Erestor whilst the elder Elf’s fingers probed his passage. “Erestor? Arato-nîn? Make love to me?”

Erestor wavered, but Elrohir acted at once. He took hold of the flask and poured oil onto his hands.

Erestor blinked; Elrohir was rubbing the oil onto his erection. “Pen-neth, I-“ Elrohir pulled him on top of his body and his lover wrapped his fingers around his erection. Suddenly he was positioned at the entrance to his lover’s body, and when Elrohir raised his hips unexpectedly, the head of his erection easily slid past the guardian muscle. Stunned, he looked down at where their bodies were now joined. Elrohir pulled him close, wrapped his legs around his waist and held him close.

Searching Elrohir’s face for any signs of pain, Erestor only saw rapture and ecstasy in the half-Elf’s eyes. “Am I hurting you?” He was afraid to move. In the back of his head, painful memories tugged at his awareness, but he refused to admit them.

“Hurting me?” Elrohir smiled giddily. “Erestor, I never felt like this before and I want more. Will you move? I am about to come and I do not want to leave you behind.” He rocked his hips slightly, and gasped at the sensation washing over him.

Seeing the need in Elrohir’s eyes, Erestor thrust experimentally, concerned he could accidentally hurt his lover. Small moans of passion tumbled from Elrohir’s lips at his next thrust. Whilst touching his lips to his lover’s, Erestor established a rhythm. Fears and doubts were discarded as he lost himself in this ancient motion.

Elrohir clung to Erestor, meeting each of his lover’s thrusts with one of his own. Unable to hold back any longer, his body tensed before release swept through him.

A creamy liquid splashed onto his stomach and Erestor released a strangled yelp, as spasms contracted around his erection. Staring at Elrohir with big eyes, he reached orgasm as well, holding onto the half-Elf while sweet tremors vibrated through his body. Exhausted, he collapsed atop of Elrohir.

Holding Erestor tightly, Elrohir smiled. He stroked the long, black hair and listened to Erestor pant. /I suppose you surprised yourself,/ mused Elrohir pleased.

“I cannot believe I... We-“

“You made love to me, melamin.” Elrohir moaned softly as Erestor pulled back. “I enjoyed feeling you inside me.” Stunned disbelief stared back at him from Erestor’s dark eyes. “I am so proud of you, Arato-nîn.”

A blush spread over Erestor’s face. “I did not think I could do that. You made the difference, pen-neth. I could only take this step because it was you; I trust you.”

Elrohir nodded, realizing the truth in Erestor’s words. He reached for a corner of the sheet and cleaned them up. “Come here, melamin. I want to hold you through the night.”

But Erestor shook his head. “Nay, let me hold you instead.” He managed to take hold of the blanket tucked away at their feet and covered their cooling bodies with it. Wrapping his arms around Elrohir, he relished holding the half-Elf this close without feeling afraid or intimidated.

Elrohir glanced up at Erestor and saw the pleased smile on the elder Elf’s face. “Things have changed, have they not?”

“-I- have changed, I think,” mused Erestor, feeling sleep sneak up on him. “I am no longer afraid.”

“Good,” said Elrohir, smugly. “And now I am sure you are mine.”

Erestor smiled. “I love you as well, pen-neth.” Not receiving a witty reply, he peeked at Elrohir and found that the half-Elf’s eyes had closed. “Sleep, pen-neth. Tonight I will watch over you and guard your dreams.”

But Elrohir no longer heard his promises, sound asleep now. Erestor marveled at the half-Elf in his arms. “You made me accept my fears and doubts and helped me overcome them. You are the most precious gift ever given to me. I will protect and love you as long as I live, and I will never let you go.”

Pressing a kiss on the tangled hair, Erestor felt truly content for the first time in centuries.

 

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