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melethen - my love

Gohen: Redemption

Beta: Ilye, Fimbrethiel

chapter four

Prague, Kingdom of Bohemia, Winter of 1679

Glorfindel settled himself on the edge of the marble basin they used for bathing. His azure eyes scanned the opulent bathing room, a smile tugging at his lips as he drew the silver hairbrush through his golden locks. Though he remained beautiful and his body was sculpted from his years as a warrior for one king or another, he had begun to show age. His hair was long and thick, shimmering in the candlelight, and his features youthful in appearance, but Glorfindel could see it when he glanced into a mirror.

He chuckled to himself. He did not appear as Círdan had when he had last seen the Telerë; his face was still free from hair and the weight of the years only marred his smooth features marginally. Glorfindel did not truly care about his appearance. His only concern was Erestor's happiness, for when Erestor smiled at him, all was right with his world.

The Elda closed his eyes, slowly dragging the brush through the thick mass, humming a cheerful Irish ballad he had picked up a few years before. Erestor had taken him all over the continent, moving to a new city when their presence began to cause the locals to talk. They never stayed more than a decade in any one place, and never returned to cities before fifty years had passed. It was in their best interests.

The Inquisition had been keenly interested in them. Their relationship could not be one of open love, since the acts they performed were considered immoral and illegal. Religion, politics, disease and time were all factors that forced them to conform, to hide themselves or risk drawing attention to them. It weighed heavily upon Glorfindel's spirit, but he refused to let Erestor see that burden. His lover devised means to distract him, but there were moments when the long years threatened to suffocate him.

He continued to hum to himself, the sounds of Erestor in the outer room comforting him as he directed the servants delivering their meal.

A sudden clatter forced Glorfindel from his reverie and he looked down into the bottom of the basin. The silver hairbrush rested on the marble, glinting in candlelight. Glorfindel's heart sped and he stared in wide-eyed fear at the hairbrush. He had not dropped it.

He knew he had not dropped the brush.

The brush had simply... slipped through his hand.

Glorfindel pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes, forcing back the tears. He took several gulps of air, steadying himself before he reached down, his heart thundering in his chest. He reached down, his hand trembling slightly, and he touched the cool silver.

The Elda picked it up, feeling the solidity of the item in his hand.

It had begun.

Luxemburg, The Netherlands, Autumn of 1694

The weather was chill, but the room was glowing with the warmth of the fire. Erestor held out a dried piece of fruit, watching with hungry eyes as Glorfindel ate from his finger. The blond wrapped his tongue around Erestor's fingers, removing the sweet fruit from the digits, and smiling as he withdrew. Glorfindel's hair was untamed, his nude body golden in the firelight, and his cheeks still flushed from their lovemaking.

"You look like a debauched angel, love," Erestor said quietly, crossing the small space between them on his hands and knees.

Glorfindel smirked, his midnight blue eyes dancing in amusement. "You cannot possibly want to roll about on the floor again."

Erestor captured Glorfindel's lips and drank deeply. "I always want to roll about, whether it be on the bed, sofa or floor. To have you above me, thrusting into my body and claiming me all over again, is heaven in this dirty, worn out world."

The Elda moaned, his desire flaring as the vampire ravaged his lips. Erestor leaned back slightly, his dark eyes intent on Glorfindel's face. "What is it?" Glorfindel asked, smiling lazily at his lover.

"I am simply struck silent by the love I feel for you," Erestor whispered, reaching out to cup Glorfindel's cheek. His features darkened, though, as his fingers did not find the heated, slightly damp skin -- simply suddenly cold air. Erestor snatched his hand back, an iron vise of fear surrounding his heart. "When did this begin?" he demanded, standing up.

Glorfindel drew his knees up to his chest, resting his hands on his knees and his head upon his hands. He gazed into the fire, tears shimmering in his eyes. "About fifteen years now."

Erestor's mind replayed the last decade and realized they had been slowly moving west. "Why did you not tell me?" he hissed, crouching before Glorfindel's weary face. "You should have spoken to me, Glorfindel! How dare you keep this from me!"

"Tell you what, Erestor?" Glorfindel asked, his eyes narrowing. "We both knew it was inevitable. We were loving on borrowed time, and I did not want that time marred with regret. It is happening and there is naught we can do; just accept it!" Glorfindel shot up and stormed to the bathing room, but Erestor followed him.

"We do not have to simply accept it! Glorfindel, we continue to move westward." Erestor jumped in front of Glorfindel, grabbing his lover's face between his hands. "You will continue west," he said quietly, looking into Glorfindel's blue gaze.

Glorfindel tore away from him, the tears finally falling. "No! No, Erestor, I will not leave you! You cannot force me to go." The Elda shook his head, deep sobs coming from his slender frame. "You cannot send me away," he breathed out, his cheek slick with his tears.

The Noldo drew Glorfindel into a tight embrace, his own tears coming silently. "You must go," he said brokenly. "If you remain here, you will leave me forever. Go to Aman; go back to your family, your home."

"Go home?" Glorfindel pulled back slightly, staring down into the face he had loved for over an Age. "What happiness is there if you are not by my side?"

Erestor brushed the new tears from Glorfindel's cheeks, smiling sadly. "I would rather know you are safe and well in Aman, Glorfindel, than see you slip from me, never to be seen again by any. You will go, and you will go soon."

Glorfindel shook his head again, burying his face into the crook of his lover's neck. They slowly fell to the floor, Glorfindel curling around Erestor's body while the dark Elf stroked his hair and trembling back. The sadness of the golden warrior was palpable and Erestor soon found his own tears falling into the shimmering hair he would soon never see again.

The two, light and dark, remained on the cold floor, in a tight embrace, shedding tears that their time in this world together had ended.

Brest, France, Summer of 1696

Night had come, and the lovers lay in each other's arms. The night was warm, and they lay nude among the soft bedclothes. Erestor caressed Glorfindel's face, his eyes never leaving the fair visage. They had traveled for a month from their home in the Netherlands to this seaside village in France.

During the last few years, since Glorfindel's admission, the Elda had been restless. Only when that restlessness had become acute and Glorfindel was practically clawing at the walls did they leave for the sea. They had taken their time moving west, riding for five and six hour days, dining together, and making love wherever they could. Erestor would fight down the urge in the wake of their passion to hold Glorfindel tight, to forbid the heartsick Elda from leaving him.

But, he knew this was best.

"Will you not have me tonight?" Glorfindel asked. Though Erestor had always preferred to be taken by Glorfindel, they had switched positions as of late. Glorfindel insisted on feeling Erestor inside him, the possession he felt.

Erestor shook his head, a gentle smile on his face. "Nay, melethen. I will not."

Glorfindel sighed, disappointment written in his eyes. "Why do you deny me this?"

The Noldo let his hand drop to the mattress. "It would pain my heart."

"And mine is not pained?" Glorfindel pushed Erestor to his back, straddling the vampire's hips. "It is the last night, my darkness. You do not want to spend yourself in my body? Taste my life and love coursing through my blood? Know that, even in Aman, my life and my soul are ever yours?"

Erestor felt the tears fall from his eyes. "If I know that, I am afraid I will not be able to let you go," he said softly, rubbing the hollow of Glorfindel's hip with his thumb.

"When the sun rises," Glorfindel said, reaching behind his body and fondling Erestor's length, "I will sail from you. We have this moment left. Will you squander it?"

The dark Elf arched and moaned softly, his eyes closing slowly. "I am yours," he panted, his shaft filling quickly. He heard the bottle of oil open, the scent of lavender filling the room. A hot, slick hand stroked him, and he opened his eyes to see Glorfindel watching him intently.

"Do not look away," the golden one murmured, sitting up and positioning himself. Erestor's eyes remained focused on the azure gaze as Glorfindel slowly impaled himself; the Noldo sunk into tight, velvet warmth, taking a sharp breath in.

Glorfindel rocked atop Erestor, his hands traveling over his own body. Erestor reached for Glorfindel's erection, but his hand was pushed away. "Nay," he breathed. "I will be alone for a very long time, and I desire this memory to be what sustains me while I am far from you." Glorfindel gripped his own length, stroking in time with his rocking. "I will lie in my cold bed, tears on my lashes as I touch myself, remembering the thickness of you, how you filled me so perfectly, and I will find my release with bittersweet happiness."

Erestor began to thrust up, offering himself a little more friction, though the movements were still slow. Glorfindel moaned, his thighs tensing and the fluttering of his passage warned Erestor of his release. Heavy, warm drops spattered over his belly and he watched Glorfindel draw out his orgasm as long as he could. The Elda slumped forward, nestling his face in Erestor's neck. Erestor held onto Glorfindel's hips, thrusting firmly into the slack body.

"Feed from me."

The command was raspy, thick with emotion, and Erestor could not refuse his lover. He bit gently, making the intimate connection he would long for. His climax came upon him quickly, Glorfindel's own lust and love spurring him upward to that peak. As his seed filled Glorfindel's body, a wave of intense loss and sadness washed through them. They clung to one another, crying softly, kissing each other thoroughly and memorizing every contour and sound, smell and movement.

It would have to last them forever.

Dawn came too soon. They dressed in silence. Erestor touched Glorfindel's cheek, offering him a watery smile. "I love you. You are my light and my life, my soul and all that is good about me."

Glorfindel's lips brushed his. "I love you, too. You are my darkness and my life, my soul and all that is wonderful about me."

They gazed into each other's eyes until the sun drenched their room, illuminating the golden warrior with her rays. They held hands and walked from the room, strolling through the streets to the wharf. The sea crashed, and the gulls shrieked above them. Erestor had purchased a small ship, knowing that the actual vessel meant little. They stood on the dock, still holding hands, eyes glistening with tears.

"I will come back for you," Glorfindel vowed, his voice firm even as the first tear left his eye. "Even if I have to do battle with the Valar themselves, I will come for you." The golden head dipped, and the yellow silk of Glorfindel's hair mingled with the dark satin of Erestor. A single kiss, deep and true, sealed Glorfindel's promise. When they parted, Glorfindel took Erestor's hand and placed a ring upon it. "I am Glorfindel of Gondolin, Chief of the House of the Golden Flower and lover of Erestor, Chief of the House of Elrond, and I pledge my fidelity, my love, and my heart to you. Even when the sea sunders us."

Erestor swallowed the lump in his throat and pulled a shimmering string from his pocket. He fastened the locket about Glorfindel's neck, and whispered his own words. "I am Erestor of Tirion, Chief of the House of Elrond and lover of Glorfindel of Gondolin, and I pledge my love, my heart, and my soul to you. Carry with you this small bit of me, to always know I am close, even when you cannot see me," he finished raggedly, embracing Glorfindel tightly. "I love you."

"I love you," the golden Elf whispered.

They parted again, and Erestor watched in despair as Glorfindel boarded the small boat. His dark eyes never left the golden figure until he was no more than a speck on the horizon. When he was certain Glorfindel could no longer see or hear him, Erestor crumpled to the rough dock and let a tortured, anguished scream erupt from his throat.

His light was gone.

Malaga, Spain, Winter of 1700

Maglor opened the door to his home and gasped. Erestor, who he had not seen for six centuries, stood on his doorstep. His old lover's eyes were dull and he was clad in all black. Erestor looked like death: pale, dark, and lost.

What Maglor noticed was that the younger Elf was not accompanied by his ever-present golden counterpart.

"Come inside, Erestor," he said softly, moving aside to let his heartbroken companion inside. Erestor walked by him in a daze, acknowledging nothing as he entered the heated home. Maglor gazed outside, scanning the estate as far as he could, hoping Glorfindel was merely lagging behind. When he did not see the blond head, nor sense the pure light of the Elda, he realized what he had feared had finally come to pass.

Glorfindel had passed from their world.


	Navigation multi-story arcs previous next Translations melethen - my love		Gohen: Redemption Beta: Ilye, Fimbrethiel chapter four Prague, Kingdom of Bohemia, Winter of 1679 Glorfindel settled himself on the edge of the marble basin they used for bathing. His azure eyes scanned the opulent bathing room, a smile tugging at his lips as he drew the silver hairbrush through his golden locks. Though he remained beautiful and his body was sculpted from his years as a warrior for one king or another, he had begun to show age. His hair was long and thick, shimmering in the candlelight, and his features youthful in appearance, but Glorfindel could see it when he glanced into a mirror. He chuckled to himself. He did not appear as Círdan had when he had last seen the Telerë; his face was still free from hair and the weight of the years only marred his smooth features marginally. Glorfindel did not truly care about his appearance. His only concern was Erestor's happiness, for when Erestor smiled at him, all was right with his world. The Elda closed his eyes, slowly dragging the brush through the thick mass, humming a cheerful Irish ballad he had picked up a few years before. Erestor had taken him all over the continent, moving to a new city when their presence began to cause the locals to talk. They never stayed more than a decade in any one place, and never returned to cities before fifty years had passed. It was in their best interests. The Inquisition had been keenly interested in them. Their relationship could not be one of open love, since the acts they performed were considered immoral and illegal. Religion, politics, disease and time were all factors that forced them to conform, to hide themselves or risk drawing attention to them. It weighed heavily upon Glorfindel's spirit, but he refused to let Erestor see that burden. His lover devised means to distract him, but there were moments when the long years threatened to suffocate him. He continued to hum to himself, the sounds of Erestor in the outer room comforting him as he directed the servants delivering their meal. A sudden clatter forced Glorfindel from his reverie and he looked down into the bottom of the basin. The silver hairbrush rested on the marble, glinting in candlelight. Glorfindel's heart sped and he stared in wide-eyed fear at the hairbrush. He had not dropped it. He knew he had not dropped the brush. The brush had simply... slipped through his hand. Glorfindel pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes, forcing back the tears. He took several gulps of air, steadying himself before he reached down, his heart thundering in his chest. He reached down, his hand trembling slightly, and he touched the cool silver. The Elda picked it up, feeling the solidity of the item in his hand. It had begun. Luxemburg, The Netherlands, Autumn of 1694 The weather was chill, but the room was glowing with the warmth of the fire. Erestor held out a dried piece of fruit, watching with hungry eyes as Glorfindel ate from his finger. The blond wrapped his tongue around Erestor's fingers, removing the sweet fruit from the digits, and smiling as he withdrew. Glorfindel's hair was untamed, his nude body golden in the firelight, and his cheeks still flushed from their lovemaking. "You look like a debauched angel, love," Erestor said quietly, crossing the small space between them on his hands and knees. Glorfindel smirked, his midnight blue eyes dancing in amusement. "You cannot possibly want to roll about on the floor again." Erestor captured Glorfindel's lips and drank deeply. "I always want to roll about, whether it be on the bed, sofa or floor. To have you above me, thrusting into my body and claiming me all over again, is heaven in this dirty, worn out world." The Elda moaned, his desire flaring as the vampire ravaged his lips. Erestor leaned back slightly, his dark eyes intent on Glorfindel's face. "What is it?" Glorfindel asked, smiling lazily at his lover. "I am simply struck silent by the love I feel for you," Erestor whispered, reaching out to cup Glorfindel's cheek. His features darkened, though, as his fingers did not find the heated, slightly damp skin -- simply suddenly cold air. Erestor snatched his hand back, an iron vise of fear surrounding his heart. "When did this begin?" he demanded, standing up. Glorfindel drew his knees up to his chest, resting his hands on his knees and his head upon his hands. He gazed into the fire, tears shimmering in his eyes. "About fifteen years now." Erestor's mind replayed the last decade and realized they had been slowly moving west. "Why did you not tell me?" he hissed, crouching before Glorfindel's weary face. "You should have spoken to me, Glorfindel! How dare you keep this from me!" "Tell you what, Erestor?" Glorfindel asked, his eyes narrowing. "We both knew it was inevitable. We were loving on borrowed time, and I did not want that time marred with regret. It is happening and there is naught we can do; just accept it!" Glorfindel shot up and stormed to the bathing room, but Erestor followed him. "We do not have to simply accept it! Glorfindel, we continue to move westward." Erestor jumped in front of Glorfindel, grabbing his lover's face between his hands. "You will continue west," he said quietly, looking into Glorfindel's blue gaze. Glorfindel tore away from him, the tears finally falling. "No! No, Erestor, I will not leave you! You cannot force me to go." The Elda shook his head, deep sobs coming from his slender frame. "You cannot send me away," he breathed out, his cheek slick with his tears. The Noldo drew Glorfindel into a tight embrace, his own tears coming silently. "You must go," he said brokenly. "If you remain here, you will leave me forever. Go to Aman; go back to your family, your home." "Go home?" Glorfindel pulled back slightly, staring down into the face he had loved for over an Age. "What happiness is there if you are not by my side?" Erestor brushed the new tears from Glorfindel's cheeks, smiling sadly. "I would rather know you are safe and well in Aman, Glorfindel, than see you slip from me, never to be seen again by any. You will go, and you will go soon." Glorfindel shook his head again, burying his face into the crook of his lover's neck. They slowly fell to the floor, Glorfindel curling around Erestor's body while the dark Elf stroked his hair and trembling back. The sadness of the golden warrior was palpable and Erestor soon found his own tears falling into the shimmering hair he would soon never see again. The two, light and dark, remained on the cold floor, in a tight embrace, shedding tears that their time in this world together had ended. Brest, France, Summer of 1696 Night had come, and the lovers lay in each other's arms. The night was warm, and they lay nude among the soft bedclothes. Erestor caressed Glorfindel's face, his eyes never leaving the fair visage. They had traveled for a month from their home in the Netherlands to this seaside village in France. During the last few years, since Glorfindel's admission, the Elda had been restless. Only when that restlessness had become acute and Glorfindel was practically clawing at the walls did they leave for the sea. They had taken their time moving west, riding for five and six hour days, dining together, and making love wherever they could. Erestor would fight down the urge in the wake of their passion to hold Glorfindel tight, to forbid the heartsick Elda from leaving him. But, he knew this was best. "Will you not have me tonight?" Glorfindel asked. Though Erestor had always preferred to be taken by Glorfindel, they had switched positions as of late. Glorfindel insisted on feeling Erestor inside him, the possession he felt. Erestor shook his head, a gentle smile on his face. "Nay, melethen. I will not." Glorfindel sighed, disappointment written in his eyes. "Why do you deny me this?" The Noldo let his hand drop to the mattress. "It would pain my heart." "And mine is not pained?" Glorfindel pushed Erestor to his back, straddling the vampire's hips. "It is the last night, my darkness. You do not want to spend yourself in my body? Taste my life and love coursing through my blood? Know that, even in Aman, my life and my soul are ever yours?" Erestor felt the tears fall from his eyes. "If I know that, I am afraid I will not be able to let you go," he said softly, rubbing the hollow of Glorfindel's hip with his thumb. "When the sun rises," Glorfindel said, reaching behind his body and fondling Erestor's length, "I will sail from you. We have this moment left. Will you squander it?" The dark Elf arched and moaned softly, his eyes closing slowly. "I am yours," he panted, his shaft filling quickly. He heard the bottle of oil open, the scent of lavender filling the room. A hot, slick hand stroked him, and he opened his eyes to see Glorfindel watching him intently. "Do not look away," the golden one murmured, sitting up and positioning himself. Erestor's eyes remained focused on the azure gaze as Glorfindel slowly impaled himself; the Noldo sunk into tight, velvet warmth, taking a sharp breath in. Glorfindel rocked atop Erestor, his hands traveling over his own body. Erestor reached for Glorfindel's erection, but his hand was pushed away. "Nay," he breathed. "I will be alone for a very long time, and I desire this memory to be what sustains me while I am far from you." Glorfindel gripped his own length, stroking in time with his rocking. "I will lie in my cold bed, tears on my lashes as I touch myself, remembering the thickness of you, how you filled me so perfectly, and I will find my release with bittersweet happiness." Erestor began to thrust up, offering himself a little more friction, though the movements were still slow. Glorfindel moaned, his thighs tensing and the fluttering of his passage warned Erestor of his release. Heavy, warm drops spattered over his belly and he watched Glorfindel draw out his orgasm as long as he could. The Elda slumped forward, nestling his face in Erestor's neck. Erestor held onto Glorfindel's hips, thrusting firmly into the slack body. "Feed from me." The command was raspy, thick with emotion, and Erestor could not refuse his lover. He bit gently, making the intimate connection he would long for. His climax came upon him quickly, Glorfindel's own lust and love spurring him upward to that peak. As his seed filled Glorfindel's body, a wave of intense loss and sadness washed through them. They clung to one another, crying softly, kissing each other thoroughly and memorizing every contour and sound, smell and movement. It would have to last them forever. Dawn came too soon. They dressed in silence. Erestor touched Glorfindel's cheek, offering him a watery smile. "I love you. You are my light and my life, my soul and all that is good about me." Glorfindel's lips brushed his. "I love you, too. You are my darkness and my life, my soul and all that is wonderful about me." They gazed into each other's eyes until the sun drenched their room, illuminating the golden warrior with her rays. They held hands and walked from the room, strolling through the streets to the wharf. The sea crashed, and the gulls shrieked above them. Erestor had purchased a small ship, knowing that the actual vessel meant little. They stood on the dock, still holding hands, eyes glistening with tears. "I will come back for you," Glorfindel vowed, his voice firm even as the first tear left his eye. "Even if I have to do battle with the Valar themselves, I will come for you." The golden head dipped, and the yellow silk of Glorfindel's hair mingled with the dark satin of Erestor. A single kiss, deep and true, sealed Glorfindel's promise. When they parted, Glorfindel took Erestor's hand and placed a ring upon it. "I am Glorfindel of Gondolin, Chief of the House of the Golden Flower and lover of Erestor, Chief of the House of Elrond, and I pledge my fidelity, my love, and my heart to you. Even when the sea sunders us." Erestor swallowed the lump in his throat and pulled a shimmering string from his pocket. He fastened the locket about Glorfindel's neck, and whispered his own words. "I am Erestor of Tirion, Chief of the House of Elrond and lover of Glorfindel of Gondolin, and I pledge my love, my heart, and my soul to you. Carry with you this small bit of me, to always know I am close, even when you cannot see me," he finished raggedly, embracing Glorfindel tightly. "I love you." "I love you," the golden Elf whispered. They parted again, and Erestor watched in despair as Glorfindel boarded the small boat. His dark eyes never left the golden figure until he was no more than a speck on the horizon. When he was certain Glorfindel could no longer see or hear him, Erestor crumpled to the rough dock and let a tortured, anguished scream erupt from his throat. His light was gone. Malaga, Spain, Winter of 1700 Maglor opened the door to his home and gasped. Erestor, who he had not seen for six centuries, stood on his doorstep. His old lover's eyes were dull and he was clad in all black. Erestor looked like death: pale, dark, and lost. What Maglor noticed was that the younger Elf was not accompanied by his ever-present golden counterpart. "Come inside, Erestor," he said softly, moving aside to let his heartbroken companion inside. Erestor walked by him in a daze, acknowledging nothing as he entered the heated home. Maglor gazed outside, scanning the estate as far as he could, hoping Glorfindel was merely lagging behind. When he did not see the blond head, nor sense the pure light of the Elda, he realized what he had feared had finally come to pass. Glorfindel had passed from their world.