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melethen - my love

Gohen: Redemption

Beta: Ilye, Fimbrethiel

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Tirion, Aman, 2015

David has been gone for over six hours. I continue to watch the flame of the day candle inch lower. Dawn will approach soon, and I will light a new candle. By the time I do that, David will have returned.

I wipe the tears from my cheeks. Yes, he will come back to me, but he will smell of them.

At one point, Erestor had been a dear friend. Maglor... I had never known the famed Noldo, but I knew Maedhros. Erestor and Maglor had been my friends -- companions -- for the short time that all was well between us upon their return. Now, the two returned Elves were the things from my nightmares. I should have heeded Glorfindel's words when the Elda had spoken to me about David. Instead, I had laughed, brushing Glorfindel aside, telling him what David did and with whom he did it was none of my concern. We were not lovers; we were friends.

A week later, I woke beside the sleeping Man, my body still humming from the night's pleasures. I had not known at the time the agreement Glorfindel and Maedhros had made with their lovers and David. Had I known, I never would have bedded him, never fallen in love with him.

My bitter laugh, tinged with a sob, echoes in the silence of the room. I even lie to myself. I fell in love with him the moment he stepped from the ship to the dock. The jealousy was already making a home in my breast as I stood with the crowd, watching as he sucked at Maglor's throat with Erestor pressed against his back. I wanted him then, and by the time I had him in my bed, I would have agreed to anything to keep him there.

And agree I did.

I draw my legs to my chest and rest my forehead against my knees. The sheet that covers them smells of David's scent, which drives another dagger into my aching heart. I cannot blame him. No, I do blame him... Oh, I do not know whom I blame. All I know is, by the full moon of Ivanneth that year, David was kissing me sweetly and I was nodding, giving him permission to lay with Maglor and Erestor.

Tonight was the fourth Ivanneth since their return. I have endured each anniversary, smiling as David leaves my side to spend an evening at theirs. He always returns just as dawn breaks, smelling of lilies and spice, smelling of Erestor and Maglor.

I have grown to resent them, the two Elves who still keep my lover's heart. More tears fall, wetting the sheet, making it stick to my knees. I gaze at the smear of black over the white: my hair spread over the linens. I wonder, not for the first time, if David closes his eyes as I take him from behind and imagines that it is one of them. My hair is as long and as dark as theirs, and the thought haunts me -- even now.

The anger seethes just under the sorrow. We never discuss this yearly meeting of old lovers. He simply slips into bed, curling up behind me, and as I quietly weep, he falls into a deep, sated sleep. When he wakes, I am already dressed and in our courtyard, busying myself with some inane chore. He wakes, bathes, and we go about life.

Within a month, my sense of betrayal passes and I become my usual self.

Until the next Ivanneth moon.

I angrily wipe at the tears, but more come.

I know he kisses them.

I know he tastes them, swallows their seed as many times as he can.

I know he rests on hands and knees, allowing them into his body.

I do not know how I know; I simply do.

As I cry, I clench my hands into tight fists. My nails bite into my skin, drawing blood. I hiccough, my nose running, and I smear the blood over the damp sheets. I look around the room frantically, not quite sure why, and the sobs rack my body. The anger, resentment, bitterness and hurt fester, suffocating me with their intensity. It is a wound that I continue to scratch at.

Four years he has owned my heart, my soul, my body.

Four years I have shared his heart, his soul, his body.

Four years I have clung to my love for him, but the indignation I suffer for my understanding is now smothering that love.

There will not be a fifth Ivanneth moon.

David is mine, and I will share him no more.

The sky was just beginning to pinken with the first rays of dawn. The dark-haired Elf sat up in the bed, his nude body caressed by the cool morning breeze blowing through the open windows. His lover was just entering the room, his hair damp from a recent bath. He watched the sandy-haired Man strip his clothing, revealing bronzed, toned flesh under the cotton of his cloth.

His dark eyes followed the bronze figure as he mounted the bed, crawling in beside the Elf. Warm, soft hands touched his face, turned him to meet that steady hazel gaze. With that gentle touch, the resolve and determined resistance he'd built up bled out of him, just as it had every year past.

"Melethen?" the Man asked quietly.

Lindir smiled, wiping a lone tear from his cheek. "I am all right."

"Have you slept at all tonight?" David asked.

The Elf shook his head.

"You wept."

The Elf nodded his head.

"Why?" David whispered, kissing Lindir's lips softly.

"On these nights it seems as if you will never be mine," Lindir admitted, turning away from David.

He forced Lindir to face him. David looked up into his lover's eyes. "I am forever yours, though I may be theirs for one day out of a turning of this world."

"Why must you be theirs at all?" Lindir nearly sobbed.

David sighed. "Does it bother you so much that you cannot give us one night? One night, when you have all the others?"

"Maedhros cannot enjoy sharing his brother with you and Erestor," Lindir accused.

"And yet he does not stop us. If you want me to stop these yearly visits with them, Lindir, just say so and I will. I love you, even more than I love them. I never thought it was possible, but there you have it. I love you more than I love them." David sighed, staring down at his folded hands. "I will not sleep with them next year if it upsets you so much."

Lindir let out a savage cry as he pushed David onto his belly. "They have had you. I know you. You do not take them; no one takes them other than Maedhros and Glorfindel, but they take you. There is nothing of you that is mine, David!"

David did not protest, just remained still under Lindir's weight.

"Say something! Not your body, not your heart, not your love! None of it is mine alone," Lindir cried.

"I have offered to stop the yearly tryst, Lindir, if you would simply tell me to. You have not asked, and I will not offer it. Ask me."

Lindir snarled. "Why should I have to ask? You should want me, David, as I want you! I do not allow any other to touch my body, why do you?"

"Because I love them and they love me," David answered.

The Elf's soft hair brushed David's back as he bowed his head. "I want you for my own," Lindir whispered. His eyes moved to the table beside the bed where a shallow dish sat over a warmer. The candle had died long before, but the oil would still be warm. He reached over, dipping two fingers into the liquid. "I want to be the only one to touch you here," he hissed, sliding two fingers into David's passage, knowing how sore his lover would be.

David called out, drawing his legs under him and inching away from Lindir's intrusive fingers. "No, Lindir. Not now. I ache."

Lindir pressed down on David's back, preventing him from moving any further from him. He moved his fingers inside David, scissoring them, spreading him, feeling the slickness of other fluids. "I know you ache. You ache for days following your tryst. I have humored you for four years; I will humor you no more. Tell me to go, and I will. I will walk from this house and not return. If you do not tell me to leave, then spread your legs and ask me to take you."

The fingers continued to piston in and out of his body, and David bit his lip to keep from crying out. He was hard already, his sac sore from becoming aroused so soon after an orgasm. David could not tell Lindir to leave. He loved the Elf deeply and did not want to lose him. Erestor and Maglor would understand; their yearly night of bodily pleasure would have to cease. He took in a shaky breath and parted his thighs. "Will you take me?" he asked, his cheeks flushed painfully as he asked.

Lindir withdrew his fingers, gathering more oil onto them and adding the lubrication to his length. He was not as thick as many Elves, but he was long. He positioned himself behind David and thrust forward, penetrating him completely in one smooth movement. He felt David's muscles spasm around his shaft as the Man screamed to the dawn. Lindir did not wait, but pounded into David mercilessly.

David clutched at the sheets, burying his face in the pillow, as the force of Lindir's thrusts rocked him. His cock throbbed in time with his backside, and he wanted to reach under him, stroke his erection in the same frantic pace with which Lindir took him. He didn't dare, though, waiting instead for Lindir to offer him the release.

The Elf dug his fingers into David's hips, pulling David almost violently back as he pushed forward. His orgasm came too quickly, but Lindir let go, allowing his release to consume him in a wave of red-hot emotion. David was his.

He sat back, watching his seed drip slowly from David's abused opening. The small pucker of flesh was red and swollen, smeared with oil and semen, but a self-satisfied smile crossed Lindir's face as he stared at the creamy fluid slipping down the crevice of David's backside. He then noticed David was trembling, his heavy cock visible between his spread legs and tightly drawn sac. "You want release."

"Yes," David replied hoarsely.

Lindir smiled, sitting back at the foot of the bed. "Turn around and kneel in front of me."

David moved slowly, wincing as he pulled a muscle the wrong way. He knelt in front of his lover, hard and aching.

"Touch yourself," Lindir commanded in a low voice, his eyes flashing in the early morning light.

The Man swallowed visibly, lifting his hand and wrapping it around his cock. He stroked himself slowly at first, gaining speed the longer he took to reach completion.

"Spread your legs more, and lean back some," Lindir instructed, his eyes focused on the motion of the hand over hard flesh.

David flushed in shame, doing as his lover wanted. He parted his thighs further, and when he leaned back on one hand while the other continued to pump at his erection, he knew the adjusted position offered Lindir a view of his sac and the occasional drip of seed from his backside. It was embarrassing, but also arousing, and his shaft throbbed with a more acute need.

"Come for me," Lindir whispered in the stillness of the bedroom, and he crept closer to David's quivering form. "I want to see you come with my name on your lips."

David's eyes were half-closed as he stared down at Lindir, those pale grey eyes so fascinated by David pleasuring himself. With his words, though, a dam broke in him and a scream ripped through his throat as his essence covered his hand and belly. "Lindir!" David panted, his hand resting just below his softening sex. He gasped when Lindir's tongue lapped at the head of his cock, cleaning the tip of the creamy fluid. David watched through a sated haze as Lindir dutifully licked the seed from his body, leaving tender kisses after an area was cleaned of all cream.

David collapsed finally, his legs protesting their cramped position. Lindir slithered up his body, purring softly with a triumphant grin on his lips. "You are mine," he proclaimed quietly.

"I am yours," David replied.

"No more trysts."

"No more," David agreed.

Lindir nuzzled David's jaw. "I love you, David."

David embraced Lindir, holding the Elf close to his body. "I love you, Lindir."

And the dawn broke.


	Navigation multi-story arcs previous Translations melethen - my love		Gohen: Redemption Beta: Ilye, Fimbrethiel epilogue Tirion, Aman, 2015 David has been gone for over six hours. I continue to watch the flame of the day candle inch lower. Dawn will approach soon, and I will light a new candle. By the time I do that, David will have returned. I wipe the tears from my cheeks. Yes, he will come back to me, but he will smell of them. At one point, Erestor had been a dear friend. Maglor... I had never known the famed Noldo, but I knew Maedhros. Erestor and Maglor had been my friends -- companions -- for the short time that all was well between us upon their return. Now, the two returned Elves were the things from my nightmares. I should have heeded Glorfindel's words when the Elda had spoken to me about David. Instead, I had laughed, brushing Glorfindel aside, telling him what David did and with whom he did it was none of my concern. We were not lovers; we were friends. A week later, I woke beside the sleeping Man, my body still humming from the night's pleasures. I had not known at the time the agreement Glorfindel and Maedhros had made with their lovers and David. Had I known, I never would have bedded him, never fallen in love with him. My bitter laugh, tinged with a sob, echoes in the silence of the room. I even lie to myself. I fell in love with him the moment he stepped from the ship to the dock. The jealousy was already making a home in my breast as I stood with the crowd, watching as he sucked at Maglor's throat with Erestor pressed against his back. I wanted him then, and by the time I had him in my bed, I would have agreed to anything to keep him there. And agree I did. I draw my legs to my chest and rest my forehead against my knees. The sheet that covers them smells of David's scent, which drives another dagger into my aching heart. I cannot blame him. No, I do blame him... Oh, I do not know whom I blame. All I know is, by the full moon of Ivanneth that year, David was kissing me sweetly and I was nodding, giving him permission to lay with Maglor and Erestor. Tonight was the fourth Ivanneth since their return. I have endured each anniversary, smiling as David leaves my side to spend an evening at theirs. He always returns just as dawn breaks, smelling of lilies and spice, smelling of Erestor and Maglor. I have grown to resent them, the two Elves who still keep my lover's heart. More tears fall, wetting the sheet, making it stick to my knees. I gaze at the smear of black over the white: my hair spread over the linens. I wonder, not for the first time, if David closes his eyes as I take him from behind and imagines that it is one of them. My hair is as long and as dark as theirs, and the thought haunts me -- even now. The anger seethes just under the sorrow. We never discuss this yearly meeting of old lovers. He simply slips into bed, curling up behind me, and as I quietly weep, he falls into a deep, sated sleep. When he wakes, I am already dressed and in our courtyard, busying myself with some inane chore. He wakes, bathes, and we go about life. Within a month, my sense of betrayal passes and I become my usual self. Until the next Ivanneth moon. I angrily wipe at the tears, but more come. I know he kisses them. I know he tastes them, swallows their seed as many times as he can. I know he rests on hands and knees, allowing them into his body. I do not know how I know; I simply do. As I cry, I clench my hands into tight fists. My nails bite into my skin, drawing blood. I hiccough, my nose running, and I smear the blood over the damp sheets. I look around the room frantically, not quite sure why, and the sobs rack my body. The anger, resentment, bitterness and hurt fester, suffocating me with their intensity. It is a wound that I continue to scratch at. Four years he has owned my heart, my soul, my body. Four years I have shared his heart, his soul, his body. Four years I have clung to my love for him, but the indignation I suffer for my understanding is now smothering that love. There will not be a fifth Ivanneth moon. David is mine, and I will share him no more. The sky was just beginning to pinken with the first rays of dawn. The dark-haired Elf sat up in the bed, his nude body caressed by the cool morning breeze blowing through the open windows. His lover was just entering the room, his hair damp from a recent bath. He watched the sandy-haired Man strip his clothing, revealing bronzed, toned flesh under the cotton of his cloth. His dark eyes followed the bronze figure as he mounted the bed, crawling in beside the Elf. Warm, soft hands touched his face, turned him to meet that steady hazel gaze. With that gentle touch, the resolve and determined resistance he'd built up bled out of him, just as it had every year past. "Melethen?" the Man asked quietly. Lindir smiled, wiping a lone tear from his cheek. "I am all right." "Have you slept at all tonight?" David asked. The Elf shook his head. "You wept." The Elf nodded his head. "Why?" David whispered, kissing Lindir's lips softly. "On these nights it seems as if you will never be mine," Lindir admitted, turning away from David. He forced Lindir to face him. David looked up into his lover's eyes. "I am forever yours, though I may be theirs for one day out of a turning of this world." "Why must you be theirs at all?" Lindir nearly sobbed. David sighed. "Does it bother you so much that you cannot give us one night? One night, when you have all the others?" "Maedhros cannot enjoy sharing his brother with you and Erestor," Lindir accused. "And yet he does not stop us. If you want me to stop these yearly visits with them, Lindir, just say so and I will. I love you, even more than I love them. I never thought it was possible, but there you have it. I love you more than I love them." David sighed, staring down at his folded hands. "I will not sleep with them next year if it upsets you so much." Lindir let out a savage cry as he pushed David onto his belly. "They have had you. I know you. You do not take them; no one takes them other than Maedhros and Glorfindel, but they take you. There is nothing of you that is mine, David!" David did not protest, just remained still under Lindir's weight. "Say something! Not your body, not your heart, not your love! None of it is mine alone," Lindir cried. "I have offered to stop the yearly tryst, Lindir, if you would simply tell me to. You have not asked, and I will not offer it. Ask me." Lindir snarled. "Why should I have to ask? You should want me, David, as I want you! I do not allow any other to touch my body, why do you?" "Because I love them and they love me," David answered. The Elf's soft hair brushed David's back as he bowed his head. "I want you for my own," Lindir whispered. His eyes moved to the table beside the bed where a shallow dish sat over a warmer. The candle had died long before, but the oil would still be warm. He reached over, dipping two fingers into the liquid. "I want to be the only one to touch you here," he hissed, sliding two fingers into David's passage, knowing how sore his lover would be. David called out, drawing his legs under him and inching away from Lindir's intrusive fingers. "No, Lindir. Not now. I ache." Lindir pressed down on David's back, preventing him from moving any further from him. He moved his fingers inside David, scissoring them, spreading him, feeling the slickness of other fluids. "I know you ache. You ache for days following your tryst. I have humored you for four years; I will humor you no more. Tell me to go, and I will. I will walk from this house and not return. If you do not tell me to leave, then spread your legs and ask me to take you." The fingers continued to piston in and out of his body, and David bit his lip to keep from crying out. He was hard already, his sac sore from becoming aroused so soon after an orgasm. David could not tell Lindir to leave. He loved the Elf deeply and did not want to lose him. Erestor and Maglor would understand; their yearly night of bodily pleasure would have to cease. He took in a shaky breath and parted his thighs. "Will you take me?" he asked, his cheeks flushed painfully as he asked. Lindir withdrew his fingers, gathering more oil onto them and adding the lubrication to his length. He was not as thick as many Elves, but he was long. He positioned himself behind David and thrust forward, penetrating him completely in one smooth movement. He felt David's muscles spasm around his shaft as the Man screamed to the dawn. Lindir did not wait, but pounded into David mercilessly. David clutched at the sheets, burying his face in the pillow, as the force of Lindir's thrusts rocked him. His cock throbbed in time with his backside, and he wanted to reach under him, stroke his erection in the same frantic pace with which Lindir took him. He didn't dare, though, waiting instead for Lindir to offer him the release. The Elf dug his fingers into David's hips, pulling David almost violently back as he pushed forward. His orgasm came too quickly, but Lindir let go, allowing his release to consume him in a wave of red-hot emotion. David was his. He sat back, watching his seed drip slowly from David's abused opening. The small pucker of flesh was red and swollen, smeared with oil and semen, but a self-satisfied smile crossed Lindir's face as he stared at the creamy fluid slipping down the crevice of David's backside. He then noticed David was trembling, his heavy cock visible between his spread legs and tightly drawn sac. "You want release." "Yes," David replied hoarsely. Lindir smiled, sitting back at the foot of the bed. "Turn around and kneel in front of me." David moved slowly, wincing as he pulled a muscle the wrong way. He knelt in front of his lover, hard and aching. "Touch yourself," Lindir commanded in a low voice, his eyes flashing in the early morning light. The Man swallowed visibly, lifting his hand and wrapping it around his cock. He stroked himself slowly at first, gaining speed the longer he took to reach completion. "Spread your legs more, and lean back some," Lindir instructed, his eyes focused on the motion of the hand over hard flesh. David flushed in shame, doing as his lover wanted. He parted his thighs further, and when he leaned back on one hand while the other continued to pump at his erection, he knew the adjusted position offered Lindir a view of his sac and the occasional drip of seed from his backside. It was embarrassing, but also arousing, and his shaft throbbed with a more acute need. "Come for me," Lindir whispered in the stillness of the bedroom, and he crept closer to David's quivering form. "I want to see you come with my name on your lips." David's eyes were half-closed as he stared down at Lindir, those pale grey eyes so fascinated by David pleasuring himself. With his words, though, a dam broke in him and a scream ripped through his throat as his essence covered his hand and belly. "Lindir!" David panted, his hand resting just below his softening sex. He gasped when Lindir's tongue lapped at the head of his cock, cleaning the tip of the creamy fluid. David watched through a sated haze as Lindir dutifully licked the seed from his body, leaving tender kisses after an area was cleaned of all cream. David collapsed finally, his legs protesting their cramped position. Lindir slithered up his body, purring softly with a triumphant grin on his lips. "You are mine," he proclaimed quietly. "I am yours," David replied. "No more trysts." "No more," David agreed. Lindir nuzzled David's jaw. "I love you, David." David embraced Lindir, holding the Elf close to his body. "I love you, Lindir." And the dawn broke.