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phynckeTitle: The Heart’s Stronghold
Chapter: Two
Author: phyncke
Characters: Beleg/Glorfindel, Gildor, Erestor
Beta: aglarien1 (all errors are mine)
For: Ardor in August 2012
Email: jhfink@sbcglobal.net
Rating: NC-17 (slash)
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They are the property of JRR Tolkien and his estate. I have borrowed them for my own amusement and for yours, I hope.
Summary: Beleg and Glorfindel meet on the edge of Nevrast and form an attachment that will last through the Ages.
Chapter Two
They spoke of many things as they consumed their wine. Their two kingdoms, the state of Middle Earth and the evil of Morgoth, the Dark Lord, the ever present spectre who hung like a dark storm cloud over the lands. There was much they agreed on and they found they had much in common. It did not matter that they were of different races, they could talk freely and share ideas.
Beleg liked the soothing tone of Glorfindel’s voice and the light in his eyes when he said something amusing or funny. Glorfindel was impressed by the forthright nature of this elf, his earnestness. He was honest and deserved respect. There was also the small matter of his good looks. The Elda could not help but be attracted to Strongbow and found he wanted to prolong this time with him.
“Glorfindel, the wine is gone. This is a sad, sad state of affairs.”
The Elda tipped the bottle up and frowned. He did not want their time together to end and so would have to think of a reason to stay there. He dropped the bottle into the hay and pondered this dilemma.
Beleg murmured, “I am thinking of kissing you, Glorfindel. It has been on my mind for some hours now. The thought grows in my mind by the minute. And now that there is no wine to drink, I have no excuse or impediment to this pursuit.”
The wine must have loosened his inhibition, for the march warden could scarcely believe he had spoken out loud, the innermost yearning of his heart. This was not his usual way to be so bold, but the moon shone outside the window. That would be his explanation for it, Ithil’s madness.
“You may kiss me, Beleg. I am not averse to your attention and suit.”
The two elves turned toward each other on the wool blanket, illuminated by silver moonlight in the hayloft. Beleg leaned over to touch Glorfindel’s golden hair, smoothing it back from his forehead, tucking the errant locks behind his ear. Moving in yet closer, he could smell the wine on his companion’s breath. The first touch of their lips was soft, a hint of a kiss really, gentle and tentative. It was like his first kiss, though that was not so, as he was experienced in some matters of the heart.
Glorfindel opened his eyes and knew that the march warden was sparing him. He hoped to insight him to more passion and reached his hand up to draw Beleg back again.
“Let’s try again. Like this.”
This time the Elda controlled the kiss and brought their lips together with more force and vigor. He sighed, opening his mouth, allowing his tongue to seek entrance. He hoped that Beleg would give in to his demand and permit further liberties.
With a sigh, the march warden parted his lips and Glorfindel was treated to the delights within. Their tongues danced lustfully and Beleg lay back so the Noldor elf could align his body full on top of him.
Glorfindel let his hands comb through auburn hair and a soft moan escaped his throat.
They deepened the kiss, moving so that their pelvises fit snugly, feeling the beginnings of arousal beneath taut leggings. The golden haired elf could feel Beleg’s hands run along the muscles of his back and down to grip his firm buttocks. Strong hands caressed his ass and he undulated to create an erotic friction against his partner.
“You feel good, march warden. Very good.” Glorfindel whispered, pausing and planting soft kisses along Beleg’s strong jaw line. Their bodies fit together in harmony, both tall, both strong, both muscular, perfectly suited.
“Take off your tunic, Glorfindel. I want to feel your skin and touch you.”
Glorfindel complied with the command, tossing his shirt on the hay. The moonlight illuminated him in its glow as he appeared almost incandescent. Beleg let his hands run up the Noldo’s strong back and to the front, caressing two pert nipples to the peak of arousal. He pinched them softly, leaning in to take one into his mouth to suckle.
“Ahhh.” Glorfindel let his head fall back and immersed himself in the strong sensations. He could feel his cock harden to full arousal, straining against the cloth of his pants. He gripped Beleg’s shoulders. The Sinda’s mouth was the center of his world and he focused on that to the exclusion of all else. He wanted more, so much more.
Beleg enjoyed the sweet taste of Glorfindel, both sucking and licking his honeyed, sun- kissed skin. He could do this forever but wanted to explore other regions of this elf’s body and pushed him back on the plaid blanket.
“Let me pleasure you, Glorfindel. You will like it, I promise.”
“I am yours to command.”
Beleg pressed him down with the weight of his own body, swiftly kissing his lips and then using his hands and mouth to caress his way down his partner’s torso, pausing at his belly button to end at the pronounced bulge in his leggings. He reached down to pull off Glorfindel’s boots and kicked off his own into the surrounding hay. He rubbed his cheek against the Elda’s erection, through the fabric of his pants, feeling its heat. Turning his face, he inhaled the musky, erotic scent of lust, and began to unfasten the buttons that separated him from the object of his desire.
He released Glorfindel’s phallus from confinement and spit into his own hand, lubricating his palm and fingers. He stroked the hard cock firmly, almost roughly and felt Glorfindel writhe on the wool covered hay. Moans drifted up into the night air. He did not know Glorfindel’s past but hoped to be a part of his future, and would fulfill his every wish this night, providing pleasure and love.
Beleg lay prone between the Noldor elf’s legs and applied his lips and tongue to the task of pleasuring his partner. He licked and sucked Glorfindel’s penis, lubricating it with his saliva and spittle. He enjoyed the taste and feel of the veins and ridges, paying attention to every detail. Rising up slightly, he flicked his tongue over the head teasing the tip.
“You undo me, Beleg. I cannot take more. End my torment.”
“You will withstand it, Glorfindel. There is much more, I vow.”
He sank his mouth on the Elda’s swollen erection and pressed his lips as he moved up and down, working in earnest now to bring him to culmination. He wanted Glorfindel to spend and to taste his salty seed. Beleg renewed his attentions more forcefully and felt his companion tense from the impending climax. Holding down Glorfindel’s hips, he pumped his mouth on him over and over again until he felt the surge into his throat. Swallowing every drop, he continued to caress and suck for some moments. The march warden rolled off the spent elf to lay beside him on the plaid blanket, lightly touching and caressing his hair and shoulders.
Glorfindel pressed against Beleg’s chest and suddenly kissed him with open mouth, pressing his tongue deep inside his partner’s mouth. He could taste his own discharge and prolonged the embrace as he enjoyed his own flavor. He felt wanton, satisfied and aroused all at the same time. They were not finished yet, he was sure of that. “I do believe I saw some saddle oil in the tack room. What say you to that?”
Beleg raised an eyebrow at Glorfindel’s whispered assertion. He had not thought about going any further but now it seemed that was a distinct possibility. “I should get that, you think?”
“I do think, Beleg Strongbow. They will never miss the small amount we have need of.”
The elf from Doriath stood up, his toes flexing in the scratchy hay as he admired his lover prone on the blanket. The Noldorin Elf lay with his muscular upper body exposed and his hair fanning out on the dark blue of the locally woven blanket.
“I will be right back. Don’t move.”
Beleg climbed down from the loft to go in search of the oil. It was darker below and it took a few moments for him to find the neatly labeled glass bottle. Glad of heart, he alighted the ladder and returned to Glorfindel, finding a different situation than what he had left.
The other elf was still on the blanket but had removed the rest of his clothing, and lounged completely naked in the shimmering moonlight. Beleg approached and dropped the oil on the blanket. He shucked his tunic off to toss it on top of the growing pile of clothing next to the blanket and slipped off his pants in the same manner.
“You are a beautiful sight, Beleg Strongbow. An impressive example of the Sindarin form...”
“I am glad you think so, Glorfindel. That means much to me.” He knelt on the edge of the blanket and took the oil in hand. “If you would allow me the honor…”
The Noldorin Elf turned to his side and looked back over his shoulder, presenting his backside in a tantalizing display. Beleg felt his lust surge and the blood rush to his arousal as he lay on the blanket behind Glorfindel.
He uncorked the oil and poured some on his palm, beginning to slowly and deliberately lubricate his cock with the viscous fluid. He poured more of the liquid and conscientiously prepared his partner for their love making by working the oil into his anus, parting his buttocks to do so.
Beleg could not find words for what he was feeling and so simply nuzzled his face into Glorfindel’s golden hued hair, moving close in behind him to bring their bodies together. His penis penetrated the muscular ring slowly as he guided himself into his lover’s pliant body. It felt so perfect, and right, as if this was meant to be for both of them.
Glorfindel raised his left leg at an angle, and moaned as his entrance was breached. He pushed back until the Sinda was seated fully within and panted, adjusting to the intrusion.
Beleg was well endowed and so waited some moments, caressing and soothing his partner. It took every ounce of his discipline to keep still, but he did, until there was some kind of indication that he could proceed.
“Beleg, Beleg, I am ready…” Glorfindel undulated against the muscular elf and tried to dispel his caution. He wanted to feel their love making and the pleasure that would follow.
Strongbow began to move his hips, slowly at first, carefully. He feared that he would hurt this elf by his actions as he had little practical experience in matters of the heart or passion. He did not want to cause pain through his movement or too much force.
“I will not break, march warden. Do not be afraid.” Glorfindel growled in slight frustration and Beleg felt assured that all was well, beginning to press harder with his hips and give freer reign to his pent up lust.
It felt so good to be surrounded by the Noldo’s warm heat, his tightness, and he could feel their spirits combine as their bodies joined. Soon, he was fairly driving into the welcoming body with abandon, nuzzling into his neck, biting him in possession. There would be marks from his teeth which could be covered by Glorfindel’s long, golden hair for discretion.
Glorfindel was yet again fully aroused, his cock fully erect against the blanket. He guided Beleg’s hand, imploring him to add this pleasure to their love making. The Sinda’s hand was still slick from the oil and so it fairly glided over the surface of his penis, stroking in time with the motions of his hips, almost sending his lover to climax too soon.
He would always remember their first time together, along the long path his life took, the many turns and consequences of choices later for ill or tragedy. This first time and the happiness of his spirit so combined with this elf. Beleg had never given himself to another in this way and so it was a new feeling, but frightening at the same time. He had no reservations as he opened his heart and mind to the golden haired Noldo and gave of his passion and love. There was much he did not know of this elf, but they had long lives to discover their secrets.
Glorfindel felt the love assail him, and Beleg’s honesty, the forthright nature of his fëa, but his past prevented him from fully opening his soul to the wonder of their coupling. He felt the shadow of love lost, the spirit of a love divided and still mourned for the girl and her icy passing. He wished to love Beleg but wishes do not always come true. For now his heart was a stronghold, walled and secure to all who called.
Beleg felt their passion mount, increasing the pace and force of his movements. They closed in on the conclusion of their lust. He could feel the force of his climax gathering throughout his body and felt he might burst from it. He was hardly sensate of where he began and Glorfindel ended and felt they combined to one purpose, one life, one love. As he came, he thrust one final time, anointing the Noldo with his seed. He continued to stroke and caress Glorfindel until he felt the tell tale tension in his frame as the Elda also climaxed. His discharge was warm over Beleg’s hand and they both lay panting on the hay covered blanket.
/---/
The elves departed The Ravenshead Inn and Tavern the next day, with a lingering promise. Both must return to their lands and duties. Each had the burden of responsibilities to their kings to consider. They made a plan to meet at the third rise of the moon in a march warden cabin kept by Thingol’s people outside the Girdle of Melian, along the River Teiglin. There they would see if this was just a passing fancy or if they had something which could stand the test of time. They would keep each other in their hearts, and see what the future held.
/---/
Beleg worked with his usual industry, guarding Doriath’s borders with vigilance and attention. He was the chief of the march warden’s, skilled in defense and possessor of Belthronding, the finest bow in all the lands; the bow that only he could unleash in combat with deadly accuracy. His sword was the finest made and had magic in its metal. Anglachel, honed by special song, the song of sharpening. The blade held the intelligence of a sentient being and communicated with the one who wielded it. Mighty was Beleg Strongbow, and not one to be met by the fell creatures of the Dark Lord, Morgoth. They knew of him and quaked at his reputation.
There was always much to do, though their lands were protected by Melian the Maiar. They patrolled with constant attention and vigo, worried that her power might fail and they would be vulnerable to orcs and trolls or other dark monsters. These were perilous times and dangers imminent.
/---/
Glorfindel was occupied with such affairs as were of import in Vinyamar and Turgon’s court in these times. To own, he was somewhat distracted and willed the time to pass more quickly as he wished to see Beleg again and see which way his heart would follow. He had very much enjoyed their brief time together and felt that the march warden might heal him from his previous wounds and the sorrows of loss on the dread Helcaraxë. He felt her presence fade somewhat from his mind of late, and a lightness in his spirit when he thought of the archer. Could this be what he needed to renew love in his fëa? What then?
Turgon launched a plan to build a hidden city away in the mountains, where they could be safe from the perils of this age. He had been visited with visions from the Valar Ulmo and knew this path to be the right one. Parties of his people worked in the Encircling Mountains upon the Vale of Tumladen and built the jewel of Ondolinde. For now they stayed in Nevrast, as construction began.
Glorfindel provided logistical support for the operation, ensuring that food and protection was afforded to the work crews. He did so from Nevrast and would be able to travel to the Encircling Mountains with frequency and so at the third rise of the moon, would stop to spend some days with Beleg. He needed to figure out some reason to travel alone and head over to the march warden’s cabin along the River Teiglin. It was so busy with the planning and building, he was sure he would not be missed.
He could hardly wait for the time to pass but kept himself very busily occupied so he did not dwell on the past or future too much. No need to worry and or his mind might travel down perilous paths unbidden.
/---/
Beleg arrived at the cabin two days before the appointed time. Ithil was nearly full but not quite yet. He rode Fariel, his loyal mare, and led a pack horse stocked with provisions and supplies for the duration of their stay. There were some food supplies in the Sindar outpost but he did not know how fresh those were, and he wanted good food to eat and cook while he was here. He had gathered fresh produce, salted meats and other good fare for two hungry elves.
He left the horses to graze, taking a few trips in and out of the three room dwelling to stock the cabinets and cold storage. He had brought some wine, aged cheese and other treats to entertain. He had told Glorfindel that all the details would be taken care of and he need only appear at the agreed time. Beleg hoped that nothing had changed and that the Noldor elf would keep his promise to meet. They had much to discuss and the Sinda could not forget their time together in Nevrast. He thought of it often and pictured Glorfindel naked on that blanket. It would bring a flush to his cheek and a pull to his groin.
For now he prepared the cabin for the other elf’s arrival. He swept the floor and opened the shutters to air it out. It had not been inhabited for some years and so needed to be cleaned. He had brought fresh linens from his own home in Doriath and made the bed with those. He had fine sheets from the best maker and a hand made quilt. He knew the blankets stocked in the cabin to be course and itchy. He did not want that to abrade their skin. It had been worth the trouble to bring fresh bedding and see to their comfort.
The day was long gone when he finally finished his work. He took buckets to the well and watered the horses, settling them down for the night in the small barn. There was plenty of hay and oats for them and they would be warm for the night. These winter months were cold, but luckily this year there was no snow around these parts. The cabin was well insulated and had a heating stove, and plenty of wood split, stacked along the eastern wall. Beleg set the fire to burn for the night and heat up the rooms. He ate a quick dinner of cheese and bread and turned in, hoping that Glorfindel would arrive during the night.
/---/
“What do you mean, Glorfindel? You cannot leave. We are to head into the mountains from here.”
“Cousin, I am going to scout to the east and be sure no one spies on our movements. Secrecy is of the utmost importance now, as you well know.”
“I do know but I counted on you to make the journey with us.”
“I will meet you there. You will not miss me.” Glorfindel’s expression was stubborn and he would not be diverted from his plan. He would go to the east and that was it. Gildor would lead the supply party into the Encircling Mountains as they had planned.
“I suppose,” Gildor muttered.
“Do not be mad, cousin. All will be well. Fear not.” Glorfindel mounted his horse and squeezed Drago’s flanks. “I will be there before you know it.”
“That way lies Doriath. Don’t think I don’t know what you are doing,” Gildor shouted as his cousin rode away. He heard laughter recede in the distance and stomped his foot. “Bugger.”
/---/
Beleg felt fingers in his hair and turned on the bed to see that Glorfindel was there, sitting on the quilt, looking down at him with a smile on his face.
“Don’t get up, Strongbow. I have to see to my horse but wanted to lay eyes on you before I went to the barn with Drago.”
He leaned down to plant a soft kiss on the march warden’s lips.
“You stay here and I will be back before you know it.” The Noldor elf rose from the bed and went outside again into the cold night air. He put his stallion into the third stall in the barn and got him hay and water to last until morning. He then took his pack and bedroll and returned to the cabin where Beleg lay waiting.
After stowing his gear, Glorfindel found some food. He was hungry after the long day’s ride and so ate some of the bread and cheese left out on the table. He drank a long draught of the cool, fresh water. He sat at the table and looked out the window, spying the near full moon shining over the river. He wondered if his heart was ready for this, ready to spend time with Beleg Strongbow. He had not been sure of coming and almost turned back at the last minute to rejoin Gildor and the others as they trekked to the mountains. Something made him come here to fulfill his promise. He would see this through and see if he could unlock the doors of his emotions and open love’s stronghold. Lariel and he had never spoken the words of love, or committed to each other, but she did linger with him, her passing so tragic. They had been good friends, if anything, or perhaps a love unfulfilled. He did not know, he truly did not know.
“Glorfindel, what are you doing out there?”
“I am coming to bed, right this moment.”
He blew out the lantern and ambled into the inner room, divesting of his clothes as he did. When he got to the bed, he slipped beneath the covers, behind Beleg, fitting their bodies together between the sheets. He sighed into his lover’s hair and murmured, “It is good to be here, Beleg. I have missed you.”
“And I you, Glorfindel. These months have been long.”
They fell into silence and enjoyed holding each other. One could hear the other breathing and soon they fell into slumber, hands entwined on the coverlet and bodies aligned and close together, as though they were made to fit together.
/---/
They spent the next few days together, making long slow love in front of the fire, cooking meals, reading poetry and doing such as companions might do in the winter when on holiday in a cabin. They talked much as they had opportunity to do and Glorfindel shared his feelings about Lariel whom he had lost on the dread Helcaraxë. This gave Beleg pause to wonder if he could ever have Glorfindel’s love, and caused doubt to assail his mind about the possibility for them to be together. How could he compete with the ghost of a girl who had died so tragically, in such dire circumstance? Did Glorfindel still have feelings for her? What did this mean? He found himself jealous of this girl and felt guilty having these feelings. Was she an impediment or were they free to be together? He did not know and was afraid to ask. He felt feelings bottle up inside and doubts gnaw at his innards.
Too soon their time was done and the elves had to return to their lives and duties, to their lands, their kings.
/---/
Glorfindel aided in the building of Gondolin, that fair city, and retreated there with Turgon’s people. He would not see Beleg again in Middle Earth. He never forgot his Strongbow and his light and shining countenance. He remembered him all his long life, indeed lives, for he returned to Arda reborn, to live a second time. He spent long years alone until after the end of the Third Age, when he sailed to the Blessed Realm to see if he would meet his love again. He had no doubts anymore and knew his feelings were true for the tall archer. He hoped to meet him again in the Undying Lands.
Beleg allied himself with Turin Turumbar to tragic consequence and was slain by him, mistaken for one of Morgoth’s foul creatures. He had never forgotten Glorfindel and held him in his heart always, and when he emerged to the verdant landscape of Valinor, he waited until he might see his golden haired elf once more.
/---/
Glorfindel sighed as Erestor accompanied him around the ballroom, filled with elves in their finery. Music played on the air and libation was poured for all in attendance. This party was hosted by the High King in Valinor and they had been invited as new arrivals.
“Everyone is here, Fingolfin, Finarfin, those of our Age. It is quite the thing. Tirion Society is well represented so you better behave tonight, Glorfindel. No shenanigans.”
“I will do my best, Erestor,” Glorfindel replied.
“See that you do.” The dark haired counselor sniffed.
Once he had returned to Valinor, Glorfindel had found Lariel happily bound and living with her mate so that question in his mind had been answered. She had moved on, and while they remained good friends, they had not been meant for each other. They had been drawn together by the harrowing experience of the Crossing and nothing more.
“That Elf is staring at you, mellonin. Do you know him?” Erestor asked.
Glorfindel looked across the dance floor to see the one he had lost looking intently at him. It was Beleg Strongbow, alive and hail.
“I do indeed, yes.” Glorfindel left Erestor behind to approach the Sinda, reaching for his hand and entwining their fingers.
“I hoped to find you, Glorfindel. Here at the end of all things.”
“I am here, Beleg and free of doubt and insecurity, if you will have me. I have missed you all this time and thought of you often.”
They kissed passionately in front of all those elves, without any reservation, causing gossip to fly amongst those gathered. Gildor smirked into his wine, having been there at their first meeting so long ago at The Ravenshead Tavern in Nevrast. He clearly recalled the darts, ale and flirtation amongst the mortals.
“I will have you, Glorfindel. I love you above all.”
And so it came to pass that they lived on into eternity together and beyond, happy together at last. Love’s stronghold was breached, the defense shattered by the strength of their love and time’s test surmounted.
The End
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Chapter: Two
Author: phyncke
Characters: Beleg/Glorfindel, Gildor, Erestor
Beta: aglarien1 (all errors are mine)
For: Ardor in August 2012
Email: jhfink@sbcglobal.net
Rating: NC-17 (slash)
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They are the property of JRR Tolkien and his estate. I have borrowed them for my own amusement and for yours, I hope.
Summary: Beleg and Glorfindel meet on the edge of Nevrast and form an attachment that will last through the Ages.
Chapter Two
They spoke of many things as they consumed their wine. Their two kingdoms, the state of Middle Earth and the evil of Morgoth, the Dark Lord, the ever present spectre who hung like a dark storm cloud over the lands. There was much they agreed on and they found they had much in common. It did not matter that they were of different races, they could talk freely and share ideas.
Beleg liked the soothing tone of Glorfindel’s voice and the light in his eyes when he said something amusing or funny. Glorfindel was impressed by the forthright nature of this elf, his earnestness. He was honest and deserved respect. There was also the small matter of his good looks. The Elda could not help but be attracted to Strongbow and found he wanted to prolong this time with him.
“Glorfindel, the wine is gone. This is a sad, sad state of affairs.”
The Elda tipped the bottle up and frowned. He did not want their time together to end and so would have to think of a reason to stay there. He dropped the bottle into the hay and pondered this dilemma.
Beleg murmured, “I am thinking of kissing you, Glorfindel. It has been on my mind for some hours now. The thought grows in my mind by the minute. And now that there is no wine to drink, I have no excuse or impediment to this pursuit.”
The wine must have loosened his inhibition, for the march warden could scarcely believe he had spoken out loud, the innermost yearning of his heart. This was not his usual way to be so bold, but the moon shone outside the window. That would be his explanation for it, Ithil’s madness.
“You may kiss me, Beleg. I am not averse to your attention and suit.”
The two elves turned toward each other on the wool blanket, illuminated by silver moonlight in the hayloft. Beleg leaned over to touch Glorfindel’s golden hair, smoothing it back from his forehead, tucking the errant locks behind his ear. Moving in yet closer, he could smell the wine on his companion’s breath. The first touch of their lips was soft, a hint of a kiss really, gentle and tentative. It was like his first kiss, though that was not so, as he was experienced in some matters of the heart.
Glorfindel opened his eyes and knew that the march warden was sparing him. He hoped to insight him to more passion and reached his hand up to draw Beleg back again.
“Let’s try again. Like this.”
This time the Elda controlled the kiss and brought their lips together with more force and vigor. He sighed, opening his mouth, allowing his tongue to seek entrance. He hoped that Beleg would give in to his demand and permit further liberties.
With a sigh, the march warden parted his lips and Glorfindel was treated to the delights within. Their tongues danced lustfully and Beleg lay back so the Noldor elf could align his body full on top of him.
Glorfindel let his hands comb through auburn hair and a soft moan escaped his throat.
They deepened the kiss, moving so that their pelvises fit snugly, feeling the beginnings of arousal beneath taut leggings. The golden haired elf could feel Beleg’s hands run along the muscles of his back and down to grip his firm buttocks. Strong hands caressed his ass and he undulated to create an erotic friction against his partner.
“You feel good, march warden. Very good.” Glorfindel whispered, pausing and planting soft kisses along Beleg’s strong jaw line. Their bodies fit together in harmony, both tall, both strong, both muscular, perfectly suited.
“Take off your tunic, Glorfindel. I want to feel your skin and touch you.”
Glorfindel complied with the command, tossing his shirt on the hay. The moonlight illuminated him in its glow as he appeared almost incandescent. Beleg let his hands run up the Noldo’s strong back and to the front, caressing two pert nipples to the peak of arousal. He pinched them softly, leaning in to take one into his mouth to suckle.
“Ahhh.” Glorfindel let his head fall back and immersed himself in the strong sensations. He could feel his cock harden to full arousal, straining against the cloth of his pants. He gripped Beleg’s shoulders. The Sinda’s mouth was the center of his world and he focused on that to the exclusion of all else. He wanted more, so much more.
Beleg enjoyed the sweet taste of Glorfindel, both sucking and licking his honeyed, sun- kissed skin. He could do this forever but wanted to explore other regions of this elf’s body and pushed him back on the plaid blanket.
“Let me pleasure you, Glorfindel. You will like it, I promise.”
“I am yours to command.”
Beleg pressed him down with the weight of his own body, swiftly kissing his lips and then using his hands and mouth to caress his way down his partner’s torso, pausing at his belly button to end at the pronounced bulge in his leggings. He reached down to pull off Glorfindel’s boots and kicked off his own into the surrounding hay. He rubbed his cheek against the Elda’s erection, through the fabric of his pants, feeling its heat. Turning his face, he inhaled the musky, erotic scent of lust, and began to unfasten the buttons that separated him from the object of his desire.
He released Glorfindel’s phallus from confinement and spit into his own hand, lubricating his palm and fingers. He stroked the hard cock firmly, almost roughly and felt Glorfindel writhe on the wool covered hay. Moans drifted up into the night air. He did not know Glorfindel’s past but hoped to be a part of his future, and would fulfill his every wish this night, providing pleasure and love.
Beleg lay prone between the Noldor elf’s legs and applied his lips and tongue to the task of pleasuring his partner. He licked and sucked Glorfindel’s penis, lubricating it with his saliva and spittle. He enjoyed the taste and feel of the veins and ridges, paying attention to every detail. Rising up slightly, he flicked his tongue over the head teasing the tip.
“You undo me, Beleg. I cannot take more. End my torment.”
“You will withstand it, Glorfindel. There is much more, I vow.”
He sank his mouth on the Elda’s swollen erection and pressed his lips as he moved up and down, working in earnest now to bring him to culmination. He wanted Glorfindel to spend and to taste his salty seed. Beleg renewed his attentions more forcefully and felt his companion tense from the impending climax. Holding down Glorfindel’s hips, he pumped his mouth on him over and over again until he felt the surge into his throat. Swallowing every drop, he continued to caress and suck for some moments. The march warden rolled off the spent elf to lay beside him on the plaid blanket, lightly touching and caressing his hair and shoulders.
Glorfindel pressed against Beleg’s chest and suddenly kissed him with open mouth, pressing his tongue deep inside his partner’s mouth. He could taste his own discharge and prolonged the embrace as he enjoyed his own flavor. He felt wanton, satisfied and aroused all at the same time. They were not finished yet, he was sure of that. “I do believe I saw some saddle oil in the tack room. What say you to that?”
Beleg raised an eyebrow at Glorfindel’s whispered assertion. He had not thought about going any further but now it seemed that was a distinct possibility. “I should get that, you think?”
“I do think, Beleg Strongbow. They will never miss the small amount we have need of.”
The elf from Doriath stood up, his toes flexing in the scratchy hay as he admired his lover prone on the blanket. The Noldorin Elf lay with his muscular upper body exposed and his hair fanning out on the dark blue of the locally woven blanket.
“I will be right back. Don’t move.”
Beleg climbed down from the loft to go in search of the oil. It was darker below and it took a few moments for him to find the neatly labeled glass bottle. Glad of heart, he alighted the ladder and returned to Glorfindel, finding a different situation than what he had left.
The other elf was still on the blanket but had removed the rest of his clothing, and lounged completely naked in the shimmering moonlight. Beleg approached and dropped the oil on the blanket. He shucked his tunic off to toss it on top of the growing pile of clothing next to the blanket and slipped off his pants in the same manner.
“You are a beautiful sight, Beleg Strongbow. An impressive example of the Sindarin form...”
“I am glad you think so, Glorfindel. That means much to me.” He knelt on the edge of the blanket and took the oil in hand. “If you would allow me the honor…”
The Noldorin Elf turned to his side and looked back over his shoulder, presenting his backside in a tantalizing display. Beleg felt his lust surge and the blood rush to his arousal as he lay on the blanket behind Glorfindel.
He uncorked the oil and poured some on his palm, beginning to slowly and deliberately lubricate his cock with the viscous fluid. He poured more of the liquid and conscientiously prepared his partner for their love making by working the oil into his anus, parting his buttocks to do so.
Beleg could not find words for what he was feeling and so simply nuzzled his face into Glorfindel’s golden hued hair, moving close in behind him to bring their bodies together. His penis penetrated the muscular ring slowly as he guided himself into his lover’s pliant body. It felt so perfect, and right, as if this was meant to be for both of them.
Glorfindel raised his left leg at an angle, and moaned as his entrance was breached. He pushed back until the Sinda was seated fully within and panted, adjusting to the intrusion.
Beleg was well endowed and so waited some moments, caressing and soothing his partner. It took every ounce of his discipline to keep still, but he did, until there was some kind of indication that he could proceed.
“Beleg, Beleg, I am ready…” Glorfindel undulated against the muscular elf and tried to dispel his caution. He wanted to feel their love making and the pleasure that would follow.
Strongbow began to move his hips, slowly at first, carefully. He feared that he would hurt this elf by his actions as he had little practical experience in matters of the heart or passion. He did not want to cause pain through his movement or too much force.
“I will not break, march warden. Do not be afraid.” Glorfindel growled in slight frustration and Beleg felt assured that all was well, beginning to press harder with his hips and give freer reign to his pent up lust.
It felt so good to be surrounded by the Noldo’s warm heat, his tightness, and he could feel their spirits combine as their bodies joined. Soon, he was fairly driving into the welcoming body with abandon, nuzzling into his neck, biting him in possession. There would be marks from his teeth which could be covered by Glorfindel’s long, golden hair for discretion.
Glorfindel was yet again fully aroused, his cock fully erect against the blanket. He guided Beleg’s hand, imploring him to add this pleasure to their love making. The Sinda’s hand was still slick from the oil and so it fairly glided over the surface of his penis, stroking in time with the motions of his hips, almost sending his lover to climax too soon.
He would always remember their first time together, along the long path his life took, the many turns and consequences of choices later for ill or tragedy. This first time and the happiness of his spirit so combined with this elf. Beleg had never given himself to another in this way and so it was a new feeling, but frightening at the same time. He had no reservations as he opened his heart and mind to the golden haired Noldo and gave of his passion and love. There was much he did not know of this elf, but they had long lives to discover their secrets.
Glorfindel felt the love assail him, and Beleg’s honesty, the forthright nature of his fëa, but his past prevented him from fully opening his soul to the wonder of their coupling. He felt the shadow of love lost, the spirit of a love divided and still mourned for the girl and her icy passing. He wished to love Beleg but wishes do not always come true. For now his heart was a stronghold, walled and secure to all who called.
Beleg felt their passion mount, increasing the pace and force of his movements. They closed in on the conclusion of their lust. He could feel the force of his climax gathering throughout his body and felt he might burst from it. He was hardly sensate of where he began and Glorfindel ended and felt they combined to one purpose, one life, one love. As he came, he thrust one final time, anointing the Noldo with his seed. He continued to stroke and caress Glorfindel until he felt the tell tale tension in his frame as the Elda also climaxed. His discharge was warm over Beleg’s hand and they both lay panting on the hay covered blanket.
/---/
The elves departed The Ravenshead Inn and Tavern the next day, with a lingering promise. Both must return to their lands and duties. Each had the burden of responsibilities to their kings to consider. They made a plan to meet at the third rise of the moon in a march warden cabin kept by Thingol’s people outside the Girdle of Melian, along the River Teiglin. There they would see if this was just a passing fancy or if they had something which could stand the test of time. They would keep each other in their hearts, and see what the future held.
/---/
Beleg worked with his usual industry, guarding Doriath’s borders with vigilance and attention. He was the chief of the march warden’s, skilled in defense and possessor of Belthronding, the finest bow in all the lands; the bow that only he could unleash in combat with deadly accuracy. His sword was the finest made and had magic in its metal. Anglachel, honed by special song, the song of sharpening. The blade held the intelligence of a sentient being and communicated with the one who wielded it. Mighty was Beleg Strongbow, and not one to be met by the fell creatures of the Dark Lord, Morgoth. They knew of him and quaked at his reputation.
There was always much to do, though their lands were protected by Melian the Maiar. They patrolled with constant attention and vigo, worried that her power might fail and they would be vulnerable to orcs and trolls or other dark monsters. These were perilous times and dangers imminent.
/---/
Glorfindel was occupied with such affairs as were of import in Vinyamar and Turgon’s court in these times. To own, he was somewhat distracted and willed the time to pass more quickly as he wished to see Beleg again and see which way his heart would follow. He had very much enjoyed their brief time together and felt that the march warden might heal him from his previous wounds and the sorrows of loss on the dread Helcaraxë. He felt her presence fade somewhat from his mind of late, and a lightness in his spirit when he thought of the archer. Could this be what he needed to renew love in his fëa? What then?
Turgon launched a plan to build a hidden city away in the mountains, where they could be safe from the perils of this age. He had been visited with visions from the Valar Ulmo and knew this path to be the right one. Parties of his people worked in the Encircling Mountains upon the Vale of Tumladen and built the jewel of Ondolinde. For now they stayed in Nevrast, as construction began.
Glorfindel provided logistical support for the operation, ensuring that food and protection was afforded to the work crews. He did so from Nevrast and would be able to travel to the Encircling Mountains with frequency and so at the third rise of the moon, would stop to spend some days with Beleg. He needed to figure out some reason to travel alone and head over to the march warden’s cabin along the River Teiglin. It was so busy with the planning and building, he was sure he would not be missed.
He could hardly wait for the time to pass but kept himself very busily occupied so he did not dwell on the past or future too much. No need to worry and or his mind might travel down perilous paths unbidden.
/---/
Beleg arrived at the cabin two days before the appointed time. Ithil was nearly full but not quite yet. He rode Fariel, his loyal mare, and led a pack horse stocked with provisions and supplies for the duration of their stay. There were some food supplies in the Sindar outpost but he did not know how fresh those were, and he wanted good food to eat and cook while he was here. He had gathered fresh produce, salted meats and other good fare for two hungry elves.
He left the horses to graze, taking a few trips in and out of the three room dwelling to stock the cabinets and cold storage. He had brought some wine, aged cheese and other treats to entertain. He had told Glorfindel that all the details would be taken care of and he need only appear at the agreed time. Beleg hoped that nothing had changed and that the Noldor elf would keep his promise to meet. They had much to discuss and the Sinda could not forget their time together in Nevrast. He thought of it often and pictured Glorfindel naked on that blanket. It would bring a flush to his cheek and a pull to his groin.
For now he prepared the cabin for the other elf’s arrival. He swept the floor and opened the shutters to air it out. It had not been inhabited for some years and so needed to be cleaned. He had brought fresh linens from his own home in Doriath and made the bed with those. He had fine sheets from the best maker and a hand made quilt. He knew the blankets stocked in the cabin to be course and itchy. He did not want that to abrade their skin. It had been worth the trouble to bring fresh bedding and see to their comfort.
The day was long gone when he finally finished his work. He took buckets to the well and watered the horses, settling them down for the night in the small barn. There was plenty of hay and oats for them and they would be warm for the night. These winter months were cold, but luckily this year there was no snow around these parts. The cabin was well insulated and had a heating stove, and plenty of wood split, stacked along the eastern wall. Beleg set the fire to burn for the night and heat up the rooms. He ate a quick dinner of cheese and bread and turned in, hoping that Glorfindel would arrive during the night.
/---/
“What do you mean, Glorfindel? You cannot leave. We are to head into the mountains from here.”
“Cousin, I am going to scout to the east and be sure no one spies on our movements. Secrecy is of the utmost importance now, as you well know.”
“I do know but I counted on you to make the journey with us.”
“I will meet you there. You will not miss me.” Glorfindel’s expression was stubborn and he would not be diverted from his plan. He would go to the east and that was it. Gildor would lead the supply party into the Encircling Mountains as they had planned.
“I suppose,” Gildor muttered.
“Do not be mad, cousin. All will be well. Fear not.” Glorfindel mounted his horse and squeezed Drago’s flanks. “I will be there before you know it.”
“That way lies Doriath. Don’t think I don’t know what you are doing,” Gildor shouted as his cousin rode away. He heard laughter recede in the distance and stomped his foot. “Bugger.”
/---/
Beleg felt fingers in his hair and turned on the bed to see that Glorfindel was there, sitting on the quilt, looking down at him with a smile on his face.
“Don’t get up, Strongbow. I have to see to my horse but wanted to lay eyes on you before I went to the barn with Drago.”
He leaned down to plant a soft kiss on the march warden’s lips.
“You stay here and I will be back before you know it.” The Noldor elf rose from the bed and went outside again into the cold night air. He put his stallion into the third stall in the barn and got him hay and water to last until morning. He then took his pack and bedroll and returned to the cabin where Beleg lay waiting.
After stowing his gear, Glorfindel found some food. He was hungry after the long day’s ride and so ate some of the bread and cheese left out on the table. He drank a long draught of the cool, fresh water. He sat at the table and looked out the window, spying the near full moon shining over the river. He wondered if his heart was ready for this, ready to spend time with Beleg Strongbow. He had not been sure of coming and almost turned back at the last minute to rejoin Gildor and the others as they trekked to the mountains. Something made him come here to fulfill his promise. He would see this through and see if he could unlock the doors of his emotions and open love’s stronghold. Lariel and he had never spoken the words of love, or committed to each other, but she did linger with him, her passing so tragic. They had been good friends, if anything, or perhaps a love unfulfilled. He did not know, he truly did not know.
“Glorfindel, what are you doing out there?”
“I am coming to bed, right this moment.”
He blew out the lantern and ambled into the inner room, divesting of his clothes as he did. When he got to the bed, he slipped beneath the covers, behind Beleg, fitting their bodies together between the sheets. He sighed into his lover’s hair and murmured, “It is good to be here, Beleg. I have missed you.”
“And I you, Glorfindel. These months have been long.”
They fell into silence and enjoyed holding each other. One could hear the other breathing and soon they fell into slumber, hands entwined on the coverlet and bodies aligned and close together, as though they were made to fit together.
/---/
They spent the next few days together, making long slow love in front of the fire, cooking meals, reading poetry and doing such as companions might do in the winter when on holiday in a cabin. They talked much as they had opportunity to do and Glorfindel shared his feelings about Lariel whom he had lost on the dread Helcaraxë. This gave Beleg pause to wonder if he could ever have Glorfindel’s love, and caused doubt to assail his mind about the possibility for them to be together. How could he compete with the ghost of a girl who had died so tragically, in such dire circumstance? Did Glorfindel still have feelings for her? What did this mean? He found himself jealous of this girl and felt guilty having these feelings. Was she an impediment or were they free to be together? He did not know and was afraid to ask. He felt feelings bottle up inside and doubts gnaw at his innards.
Too soon their time was done and the elves had to return to their lives and duties, to their lands, their kings.
/---/
Glorfindel aided in the building of Gondolin, that fair city, and retreated there with Turgon’s people. He would not see Beleg again in Middle Earth. He never forgot his Strongbow and his light and shining countenance. He remembered him all his long life, indeed lives, for he returned to Arda reborn, to live a second time. He spent long years alone until after the end of the Third Age, when he sailed to the Blessed Realm to see if he would meet his love again. He had no doubts anymore and knew his feelings were true for the tall archer. He hoped to meet him again in the Undying Lands.
Beleg allied himself with Turin Turumbar to tragic consequence and was slain by him, mistaken for one of Morgoth’s foul creatures. He had never forgotten Glorfindel and held him in his heart always, and when he emerged to the verdant landscape of Valinor, he waited until he might see his golden haired elf once more.
/---/
Glorfindel sighed as Erestor accompanied him around the ballroom, filled with elves in their finery. Music played on the air and libation was poured for all in attendance. This party was hosted by the High King in Valinor and they had been invited as new arrivals.
“Everyone is here, Fingolfin, Finarfin, those of our Age. It is quite the thing. Tirion Society is well represented so you better behave tonight, Glorfindel. No shenanigans.”
“I will do my best, Erestor,” Glorfindel replied.
“See that you do.” The dark haired counselor sniffed.
Once he had returned to Valinor, Glorfindel had found Lariel happily bound and living with her mate so that question in his mind had been answered. She had moved on, and while they remained good friends, they had not been meant for each other. They had been drawn together by the harrowing experience of the Crossing and nothing more.
“That Elf is staring at you, mellonin. Do you know him?” Erestor asked.
Glorfindel looked across the dance floor to see the one he had lost looking intently at him. It was Beleg Strongbow, alive and hail.
“I do indeed, yes.” Glorfindel left Erestor behind to approach the Sinda, reaching for his hand and entwining their fingers.
“I hoped to find you, Glorfindel. Here at the end of all things.”
“I am here, Beleg and free of doubt and insecurity, if you will have me. I have missed you all this time and thought of you often.”
They kissed passionately in front of all those elves, without any reservation, causing gossip to fly amongst those gathered. Gildor smirked into his wine, having been there at their first meeting so long ago at The Ravenshead Tavern in Nevrast. He clearly recalled the darts, ale and flirtation amongst the mortals.
“I will have you, Glorfindel. I love you above all.”
And so it came to pass that they lived on into eternity together and beyond, happy together at last. Love’s stronghold was breached, the defense shattered by the strength of their love and time’s test surmounted.
The End
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