Darthol i Aur: Enduring the Sunlight

Beta: Khylaren, Ilye

chapter ten

Erestor rested against Glorfindel's bare chest, his eyes closed as he listened to the steady rhythm of his lover's heart.

"He is much changed," Glorfindel said softly, stroking Erestor's hair tenderly.

"Aye," Erestor murmured. "Did he say when he would return?" Maglor had left the previous day for Lórien, seeking his cousin there. After spending a month with the family he had long thought lost to him, Maglor decided to try and rekindle those family ties that remained. It had eased Erestor's heart to see the bitterness and anger slowly fade from his sire's eyes, to see him romp and play with the twins and spar with Elrond. Celebrían had spent long hours speaking with the elder Noldo in the gardens, and Erestor had been able to put things to rest between the two of them. The Elf who had left Imladris was not the same Elf Erestor had known. His eyes were bright and a smile had been on his face.

Glorfindel shook his head. "No, but Elrond told him he was always welcome."

Erestor chuckled. "He did not think Elrond would accept him. I thought it was absurd; Elrond has been seeing to my needs for more years than I can recall."

The Elda shifted again, lifting Erestor's chin so that he could see into the dark eyes. "We need to discuss something Maglor spoke to me about before he took his leave, melethen."

"I am not sure I like where this is heading," Erestor said as he sat up, the sheet falling from their nude bodies.

Glorfindel smiled. "He spoke of... well, of if you would make me as you are."

Erestor shifted uncomfortably. "Is that what you desire?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper.

"It is not something you would desire to do, is it?" Glorfindel swept a lock of the dark hair back and stared intently at his lover's profile.

"No, it is not something I desire to do," Erestor said simply.

The blond leaned back against the headboard. "Would you tell me why?"

"I could not kill you," Erestor said. "I could not take all the light from your eyes, take that life from you. Not to mention, Elrond does not need two of us, living off of him and his wife. You would gain nothing from me making you as I am. You already will live the life of Arda, you are strong, and your spirit is one of the brightest I have seen." Erestor finally looked into Glorfindel's sapphire gaze. "Do you want me to do that to you?" he asked hesitantly.

Glorfindel shook his head. "I am in no hurry to meet my end a second time," he said, kissing Erestor lightly on the cheek. "We are of like minds."

Erestor's eyes darkened and he moved to kneel between Glorfindel's knees. "And I would miss tasting you," he said. "I could not feed from another of my kind. I would never taste your release as you filled me or warmed my blood with your love," he continued, leaning in to lap at Glorfindel's lips.

"You hunger," Glorfindel said, running his hands over the planes of Erestor's chest.

"Aye," Erestor breathed, moving down to Glorfindel's throat to nip and suckle at the flesh there.

Glorfindel took Erestor's shoulders in a firm grip and flipped the Councilor onto his back, with the Elda straddling Erestor's hips. "Then we do this my way," he said, bending down and kissing Erestor thoroughly. When Erestor was breathless, hard and squirming beneath him, Glorfindel pulled back. "I want you to fill me, melethron," he said, gently biting at Erestor's swollen bottom lip.

Erestor stared with wide eyes. "Why?"

"Because, I have felt you feeding from me while I have taken you; now I want to feel from the other side. Do you not want that?" Glorfindel asked, sitting back and rubbing his thumbs over Erestor's nipples.

"Aye, I do want you," Erestor said, his voice thick with desire.

Glorfindel smiled. "Good," he said and reached for the oil they now kept on the night table. He poured the fluid over and through his fingers, the oil dripping onto Erestor's arousal. Glorfindel stroked his lover's arousal, squeezing and teasing Erestor, each moan enflaming him further.

The Elda lifted himself up, quickly slicking his entrance. He took Erestor's shaft in hand again and sat back, slowly easing himself down upon Erestor's lap. Glorfindel let out a pained groan while Erestor growled and arched up into the hot body. They rested for a moment, and Glorfindel waited for the burning to pass. When he grew accustomed to Erestor's length, he sat up and impaled himself again, drawing a cry from his lover's lips.

Erestor watched Glorfindel slide up and down his shaft. His hunger became more acute every time Glorfindel came back down on him. Glorfindel's eyes were closed and he stroked himself; it was a glorious sight for the vampire. Erestor put his hands on Glorfindel's hips, stilling the Elf so that he could move their joined bodies backward until his back rested against the headboard. Glorfindel looked down at him, his head cocked in question. Erestor wrapped his arms around Glorfindel's slender waist and drew him towards him. "I wanted you closer," he whispered against Glorfindel's lips before sealing the Elda's mouth with his.

They rocked together, slowing their pace and drawing out the pleasure. Erestor was buried deeply inside his lover, and Glorfindel clung to Erestor's shoulders, his mouth possessed by the Noldo. Erestor moved one hand from Glorfindel's back to languidly stroke Glorfindel's erection. The Elda moaned, biting into the flesh of Erestor's shoulder as he trembled on the verge of release. "Now, Erestor," Glorfindel panted, his eyes closed and his brow resting against Erestor's shoulder. With the golden mane still held back in silver floral clips, Glorfindel's long, pale neck was exposed to Erestor.

Erestor licked a line from Glorfindel's ear to the base of his neck, and then sank his teeth into the tender flesh. Glorfindel bucked in momentary pain, but soon he was moaning and moving atop the Noldo. Erestor continued to stroke him, his grip more firm and he thrust up into Glorfindel's body. It was exquisite, and Erestor felt his body tense, followed by the release of his seed into his lover. Glorfindel's orgasm came swiftly, milky fluid spreading between their bodies. Erestor fed until well after their release, running his hand over Glorfindel's beck as he moved his softening member inside the Elda's slick passage.

Glorfindel lifted his head from Erestor's shoulder, his eyes heavy and his body pleasantly sore. Erestor pulled away from the small wound, licking the slowly seeping blood from his bite.

"Melin chen, Glorfindel," Erestor said, kissing Glorfindel's temple.

The Elda smiled and nuzzled into the crook of Erestor's neck. "Melin chen, Erestor."

Celebrían watched as Glorfindel and Erestor walked toward her where she sat beneath the tree. She smiled brightly at the two Elf-lords, happy that they had found happiness together. She had always known Glorfindel would bring the light back to Erestor's eyes, and she had to admit -- the Noldo had never looked so pleased and content.

"My Lady," Glorfindel said, bowing deeply to his Lord's Lady when they arrived at the tree. Erestor snorted and Celebrían laughed, her voice a pleasant tinkle in the early morning light. She motioned for Glorfindel to join her under the tree.

"Elrond and the twins are attempting to find us all a lovely way to break our fast this morning. Elrond promises fruits, cheese and tea, though I am sure Elladan will talk him into bringing along some sweet cakes." Celebrían looked up at Erestor, her pale eyes bright with cheer. "Should I assume you have eaten?"

"Aye, my Lady," Erestor said. "But, I believe I will join you and your family for a morning feast among the spring flowers," he added smiling at her.

Glorfindel held out his hand. "Nay, you will actually join us for a meal! My Lady, I do believe someone has taken the Erestor we know and love in the dead of night and replaced him! Perhaps he is swayed by the enjoyment you and your family have often shown in the cooks' talents. He never eats the meals I create. I do think I should feel slighted!"

Celebrían laughed again, covering her smile with her hand. "Lord Glorfindel, do stop! You will make my sides ache with laughter and I shall not want to eat!"

"'Tis better to ache with laughter than with--" Glorfindel began, but Erestor glared at him.

Erestor sat beside Glorfindel, his eyes narrowed as he looked upon his lover. "Do you have only one thought this time of day?"

Glorfindel smirked. "And what better time to think upon such a subject after you have so recently reacquainted me with it?" Glorfindel asked, winking at the Noldo. "Master Erestor, do not tell me you never think of such antics!"

"My thoughts are not in dispute. I question whether you can think of nothing more entertaining but your... well, that is not something appropriate to discuss before our Lady," Erestor said, averting his eyes.

Glorfindel pouted. "Those antics are foremost in mind, my Lord. I have not performed such acts since..." Glorfindel seemed to think for a moment, but Erestor answered for him.

"Since the sun rose, Glorfindel, you twit!" Erestor tossed a handful of grass at Glorfindel.

"Your sharp wit has always amused me so," Glorfindel said as he dusted the green fronds from his tunic. "And with props, no less."

Celebrían was bent in two, laughing loudly. "Stop!" she managed between giggles.

Erestor glared at Glorfindel. "You will cause her to have vapors, and that will displease Elrond. Especially when he hears about what our choice for a conversational topic was."

"Come now, Erestor," Glorfindel said, running his hand over Erestor's leather-clad thigh. "The Lady is merely enjoying our company. It is not so hot nor is her dress so binding as to cause vapors!"

"Glorfindel!" Erestor cried, shooing the Elda's hand from his person. "Do not speak in such a way. You have the manners of a goat."

Glorfindel cocked his head to the side. "A goat? That is not what you said earlier. You seemed very pleased with my manners then," Glorfindel teased, chuckling as Celebrían continued to laugh at them.

Erestor threw another handful of grass at Glorfindel and looked back toward the house, his relief at seeing Elrond and his sons approach apparent on his features. "Now, behave yourself, Glorfindel; and my Lady, please cease your chortling!"

The blond leaned close to his Lady. "Continue your display of appreciation for my wit, my Lady, and pay the crow no mind."

Celebrían stood, brushing the dirt and grass from her skirts, her face flushed from all her mirth. "There is never a dull moment in Imladris with a crow and a peacock to amuse their Lady." She cast a fond smile at the two Elves before she ran off to greet her husband and sons, her silver hair shining in the afternoon light.


	Navigation multi-story arcs previous next Translations melethen - my love melin chen - I love you		Darthol i Aur: Enduring the Sunlight Beta: Khylaren, Ilye chapter ten Erestor rested against Glorfindel's bare chest, his eyes closed as he listened to the steady rhythm of his lover's heart. "He is much changed," Glorfindel said softly, stroking Erestor's hair tenderly. "Aye," Erestor murmured. "Did he say when he would return?" Maglor had left the previous day for Lórien, seeking his cousin there. After spending a month with the family he had long thought lost to him, Maglor decided to try and rekindle those family ties that remained. It had eased Erestor's heart to see the bitterness and anger slowly fade from his sire's eyes, to see him romp and play with the twins and spar with Elrond. Celebrían had spent long hours speaking with the elder Noldo in the gardens, and Erestor had been able to put things to rest between the two of them. The Elf who had left Imladris was not the same Elf Erestor had known. His eyes were bright and a smile had been on his face. Glorfindel shook his head. "No, but Elrond told him he was always welcome." Erestor chuckled. "He did not think Elrond would accept him. I thought it was absurd; Elrond has been seeing to my needs for more years than I can recall." The Elda shifted again, lifting Erestor's chin so that he could see into the dark eyes. "We need to discuss something Maglor spoke to me about before he took his leave, melethen." "I am not sure I like where this is heading," Erestor said as he sat up, the sheet falling from their nude bodies. Glorfindel smiled. "He spoke of... well, of if you would make me as you are." Erestor shifted uncomfortably. "Is that what you desire?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper. "It is not something you would desire to do, is it?" Glorfindel swept a lock of the dark hair back and stared intently at his lover's profile. "No, it is not something I desire to do," Erestor said simply. The blond leaned back against the headboard. "Would you tell me why?" "I could not kill you," Erestor said. "I could not take all the light from your eyes, take that life from you. Not to mention, Elrond does not need two of us, living off of him and his wife. You would gain nothing from me making you as I am. You already will live the life of Arda, you are strong, and your spirit is one of the brightest I have seen." Erestor finally looked into Glorfindel's sapphire gaze. "Do you want me to do that to you?" he asked hesitantly. Glorfindel shook his head. "I am in no hurry to meet my end a second time," he said, kissing Erestor lightly on the cheek. "We are of like minds." Erestor's eyes darkened and he moved to kneel between Glorfindel's knees. "And I would miss tasting you," he said. "I could not feed from another of my kind. I would never taste your release as you filled me or warmed my blood with your love," he continued, leaning in to lap at Glorfindel's lips. "You hunger," Glorfindel said, running his hands over the planes of Erestor's chest. "Aye," Erestor breathed, moving down to Glorfindel's throat to nip and suckle at the flesh there. Glorfindel took Erestor's shoulders in a firm grip and flipped the Councilor onto his back, with the Elda straddling Erestor's hips. "Then we do this my way," he said, bending down and kissing Erestor thoroughly. When Erestor was breathless, hard and squirming beneath him, Glorfindel pulled back. "I want you to fill me, melethron," he said, gently biting at Erestor's swollen bottom lip. Erestor stared with wide eyes. "Why?" "Because, I have felt you feeding from me while I have taken you; now I want to feel from the other side. Do you not want that?" Glorfindel asked, sitting back and rubbing his thumbs over Erestor's nipples. "Aye, I do want you," Erestor said, his voice thick with desire. Glorfindel smiled. "Good," he said and reached for the oil they now kept on the night table. He poured the fluid over and through his fingers, the oil dripping onto Erestor's arousal. Glorfindel stroked his lover's arousal, squeezing and teasing Erestor, each moan enflaming him further. The Elda lifted himself up, quickly slicking his entrance. He took Erestor's shaft in hand again and sat back, slowly easing himself down upon Erestor's lap. Glorfindel let out a pained groan while Erestor growled and arched up into the hot body. They rested for a moment, and Glorfindel waited for the burning to pass. When he grew accustomed to Erestor's length, he sat up and impaled himself again, drawing a cry from his lover's lips. Erestor watched Glorfindel slide up and down his shaft. His hunger became more acute every time Glorfindel came back down on him. Glorfindel's eyes were closed and he stroked himself; it was a glorious sight for the vampire. Erestor put his hands on Glorfindel's hips, stilling the Elf so that he could move their joined bodies backward until his back rested against the headboard. Glorfindel looked down at him, his head cocked in question. Erestor wrapped his arms around Glorfindel's slender waist and drew him towards him. "I wanted you closer," he whispered against Glorfindel's lips before sealing the Elda's mouth with his. They rocked together, slowing their pace and drawing out the pleasure. Erestor was buried deeply inside his lover, and Glorfindel clung to Erestor's shoulders, his mouth possessed by the Noldo. Erestor moved one hand from Glorfindel's back to languidly stroke Glorfindel's erection. The Elda moaned, biting into the flesh of Erestor's shoulder as he trembled on the verge of release. "Now, Erestor," Glorfindel panted, his eyes closed and his brow resting against Erestor's shoulder. With the golden mane still held back in silver floral clips, Glorfindel's long, pale neck was exposed to Erestor. Erestor licked a line from Glorfindel's ear to the base of his neck, and then sank his teeth into the tender flesh. Glorfindel bucked in momentary pain, but soon he was moaning and moving atop the Noldo. Erestor continued to stroke him, his grip more firm and he thrust up into Glorfindel's body. It was exquisite, and Erestor felt his body tense, followed by the release of his seed into his lover. Glorfindel's orgasm came swiftly, milky fluid spreading between their bodies. Erestor fed until well after their release, running his hand over Glorfindel's beck as he moved his softening member inside the Elda's slick passage. Glorfindel lifted his head from Erestor's shoulder, his eyes heavy and his body pleasantly sore. Erestor pulled away from the small wound, licking the slowly seeping blood from his bite. "Melin chen, Glorfindel," Erestor said, kissing Glorfindel's temple. The Elda smiled and nuzzled into the crook of Erestor's neck. "Melin chen, Erestor." Celebrían watched as Glorfindel and Erestor walked toward her where she sat beneath the tree. She smiled brightly at the two Elf-lords, happy that they had found happiness together. She had always known Glorfindel would bring the light back to Erestor's eyes, and she had to admit -- the Noldo had never looked so pleased and content. "My Lady," Glorfindel said, bowing deeply to his Lord's Lady when they arrived at the tree. Erestor snorted and Celebrían laughed, her voice a pleasant tinkle in the early morning light. She motioned for Glorfindel to join her under the tree. "Elrond and the twins are attempting to find us all a lovely way to break our fast this morning. Elrond promises fruits, cheese and tea, though I am sure Elladan will talk him into bringing along some sweet cakes." Celebrían looked up at Erestor, her pale eyes bright with cheer. "Should I assume you have eaten?" "Aye, my Lady," Erestor said. "But, I believe I will join you and your family for a morning feast among the spring flowers," he added smiling at her. Glorfindel held out his hand. "Nay, you will actually join us for a meal! My Lady, I do believe someone has taken the Erestor we know and love in the dead of night and replaced him! Perhaps he is swayed by the enjoyment you and your family have often shown in the cooks' talents. He never eats the meals I create. I do think I should feel slighted!" Celebrían laughed again, covering her smile with her hand. "Lord Glorfindel, do stop! You will make my sides ache with laughter and I shall not want to eat!" "'Tis better to ache with laughter than with--" Glorfindel began, but Erestor glared at him. Erestor sat beside Glorfindel, his eyes narrowed as he looked upon his lover. "Do you have only one thought this time of day?" Glorfindel smirked. "And what better time to think upon such a subject after you have so recently reacquainted me with it?" Glorfindel asked, winking at the Noldo. "Master Erestor, do not tell me you never think of such antics!" "My thoughts are not in dispute. I question whether you can think of nothing more entertaining but your... well, that is not something appropriate to discuss before our Lady," Erestor said, averting his eyes. Glorfindel pouted. "Those antics are foremost in mind, my Lord. I have not performed such acts since..." Glorfindel seemed to think for a moment, but Erestor answered for him. "Since the sun rose, Glorfindel, you twit!" Erestor tossed a handful of grass at Glorfindel. "Your sharp wit has always amused me so," Glorfindel said as he dusted the green fronds from his tunic. "And with props, no less." Celebrían was bent in two, laughing loudly. "Stop!" she managed between giggles. Erestor glared at Glorfindel. "You will cause her to have vapors, and that will displease Elrond. Especially when he hears about what our choice for a conversational topic was." "Come now, Erestor," Glorfindel said, running his hand over Erestor's leather-clad thigh. "The Lady is merely enjoying our company. It is not so hot nor is her dress so binding as to cause vapors!" "Glorfindel!" Erestor cried, shooing the Elda's hand from his person. "Do not speak in such a way. You have the manners of a goat." Glorfindel cocked his head to the side. "A goat? That is not what you said earlier. You seemed very pleased with my manners then," Glorfindel teased, chuckling as Celebrían continued to laugh at them. Erestor threw another handful of grass at Glorfindel and looked back toward the house, his relief at seeing Elrond and his sons approach apparent on his features. "Now, behave yourself, Glorfindel; and my Lady, please cease your chortling!" The blond leaned close to his Lady. "Continue your display of appreciation for my wit, my Lady, and pay the crow no mind." Celebrían stood, brushing the dirt and grass from her skirts, her face flushed from all her mirth. "There is never a dull moment in Imladris with a crow and a peacock to amuse their Lady." She cast a fond smile at the two Elves before she ran off to greet her husband and sons, her silver hair shining in the afternoon light.