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Title: Elladan’s Light
Chapter: Chapter Three
Author: phyncke
For: Elladansgirl - Slashy Valentine 2013
Character(s): Elladan/Glorfindel, Elrond, Erestor/Lindir
Beta: khylea
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they are the property of JRR Tolkien and his estate, and I have borrowed them for my own amusement and for yours I hope.
Feedback: Much appreciated.
Summary: Elladan is given a journal and falls deeply in love. He mistakes a glance for amorous attention in the Hall of Fire and must sort things out. All is right in the end, have no fear.
Chapter Three
Glorfindel paced nervously in Celebrian’s garden. Anor was low to the West as sunset drew closer. He was early and seemed determined to walk until ruts appeared in the grass at his feet.
“You seem as nervous as I am, Glorfindel but do not worry. All will be well.”
Elladan stepped off the porch and towards his lover, dispelling any discomfort that might be between them or any nervousness. He possessed a deep voice though his tone was warm. He could not keep the affection from showing.
That night, in the fading light, Glorfindel looked majestic. His golden hair took on the hue of the setting sun and he was dressed simply in a white shirt and tan breeches as was suitable for a late Spring evening. It was warm but not hot and a rather pleasant evening. The elf from Gondolin was tall and well formed, with lean muscle and a battle honed physique.
Elladan would always remember that night down the long years of their subsequent courtship and marriage. They spoke little that evening and simply held hands, parting company about an hour later. He would always remember the way Glorfindel gazed at him, with a look of wonder and love in his expression. It made Elladan feel that he was surely loved and would so be for the rest of his life, just as he loved Glorfindel.
The trees rustled around them, whispering as the sun set
/---/
Could there be a happier Elf than I? I think not. I really do not think so. Glorfindel and I are to be wed on the morrow. How many years have I waited for this day? How much time has passed in this courtship between us? I know not. It feels like centuries though really it has been but a few years since first we realized we were meant for each other.
I can barely contain myself.
My father will perform the ceremony with all my family and friends in attendance in that very same garden we first walked in together. That was Glorfindel’s idea. I do believe he has the heart of a poet or an absolute romantic. The way he courted me so steadfastly and has stayed by my side. I could not ask for a more loyal or considerate lover.
I cannot believe that tomorrow, I will truly know him in every way possible. I am both nervous and excited about this.
I do not think I will sleep tonight and will look a fright at my very own wedding!
/---/
Glorfindel squatted by the fire, using the poker to coax more flames from the logs. He was in their new quarters now as Erestor had so efficiently arranged for all of their belongings to be packed, moved and unpacked this morning. Imladris’ Chief Counselor had even thought to arrange for wine as well as a fruit and cheese plate in their living room.
There had been a formal dinner but a newly wedded couple might not get to eat very much at their own event. A bite here, a nibble there – that would be the most. Their company would be sought after as their friends and family wished them well.
The door opened and Elladan entered the chamber, closing the door and leaning his back against the solid oak.
“Alone at last, my heart. Alone at last.”
Glorfindel stood. He had already changed out of his formal attire, donning comfortable sleeping pants and a loose shirt.
“It has been quite a day. You must be tired. Shall we rest?”
Elladan looked directly into Glorfindel’s eyes, a penetrating gaze full of meaning.
“The one thing I do NOT want to do is rest, Glorfindel. There will be little sleeping tonight. I will have you know that right now.”
The half elf practically stalked his newly wedded mate like a scented prey. Elladan was desirous of Glorfindel and would not be denied. Grey eyes appeared like storm clouds as he closed in on the golden haired elf.
“Indeed, my sweet. I did not mean to imply that we would sleep the night away.” Glorfindel laughed. “I simply meant you might like to take a moment and have some refreshment.”
“Time enough for that later, love. That will keep.” Elladan cupped Glorfindel’s chin and brought their lips together in a soft kiss full of promise and longing. He deepened their embrace and pausing to draw a quick breath, he let his fingers sift through the silken gold tresses of his lover’s hair and drew him close again. Their tongues tangled in a full ignition of their passion.
Elladan felt the buttons of his embroidered tunic come undone, as Glorfindel deftly loosened his dark blue wedding clothes. Once the last button was loose, strong hands slid the fabric off and over his shoulders. He shrugged letting it fall to the floor heedless of the fine material that now lay in a heap behind his feet. He would apologize to the seamstress next time he saw her.
Glorfindel could see the flush rise on Elladan’s cheek and the hint of red present in his dark brown, shoulder length locks. The contrast of his pale skin to his hair had always intrigued Glorfindel. This combined with the sumptuous red of his lips made the son of Elrond irresistible. They were of a height to one another and so when the Gondolindrim leaned in to press their mouths together again, there was no need to bend down; they were perfectly matched in every way.
Elladan did not remember how they got to the bed. They must have moved there for they both lay on the soft down coverlet, face to face, caressing each other. Glorfindel slid his partner’s undershirt off over his head so that he could feel his heated skin and well formed muscles. His fingers explored and kneaded. He had dreamed about touching Elladan in this way and so relished every dip and ripple on his well-sculpted abdomen.
“Glorfindel, I must confess that I have no experience in matters of love making. I hope that you know what to do.”
This gave the famed Balrog Slayer pause for while he had lived through many ages, he had never intimately known another elf. In preparation for this wedding night, he had studied some well-hidden erotic texts in the library of Imladris, garnering as much knowledge as he could on the subject. He did not have first hand experience himself. He cleared his throat and looked vaguely uncomfortable but could not lie to Elladan. It would be an ill beginning to their marriage.
“I have not known another, my love but I am sure we can figure out what to do. I have studied the subject extensively.”
Glorfindel did not add that Erestor had taken him aside to explain the importance of lubrication to the process, gifting him with a bottle of scented oil. Gildor had also sought him out and explained the subtleties of love making in truly raucous fashion over a bottle of Dorwinion the night before their ceremony. Glorfindel felt adequately briefed for what was to happen. He knew that preparation was essential for the comfort of his mate and basically knew where everything went.
Elladan trusted Glorfindel implicitly and looked intently at his mate as he lay back on the pillows, slipping off his leggings to fully expose his lithe body on the bed.
“Well, I would like you to make love to me, Glorfindel. That would give me pleasure on our first night together.”
Glorfindel shucked off his shirt and pants and brought his now naked body close to Elladan. Their skin made contact and they pressed their hips together, allowing their erections to touch and create a heated friction.
The son of Elrond could not resist touching his golden mate, kneading his muscular shoulders and torso. He could feel warmth on his smooth skin as he massaged Glorfindel with strong fingers. He worked his way down to his love’s waist and tentatively touched his long, hard cock. Unsure of what to do, but wanting to give him pleasure, he stroked the firm phallus with movements of his hand. He knew how to pleasure himself and so applied that knowledge to pleasing his mate. He even spit on his hand so that it glided more easily over the veined surface of his lover’s arousal. Glorfindel seemed to enjoy his attentions as his breath quickened and his eyes closed. He moaned softly and moved his hips in time with the strokes.
After a while, Glorfindel reached for Elladan’s wrist, signaling that he should stop what he was doing. The Gondolin elf did not want to spend too soon and Elladan was getting him very excited. Glorfindel pushed Elladan back on the bed and began to kiss his way down his lover’s body, beginning with a soft kiss to his lips and then working along with touches of his lips and tongue. He paused at pert nipples, suckling and biting, teasing them into full arousal and then moved down over the flat of Elladan’s stomach and pelvis.
When he got to his goal, Elladan’s fully aroused cock, he did not hesitate but took it immediately into his mouth and sucked on the root of his mate’s desire. He enjoyed the musky flavor and ran his tongue along the surface, pumping his mouth over the length. He could hear Elladan moan and felt him flex his hips and so knew that his ministrations were causing a pleasurable reaction. He renewed his assault; running his tongue along the length of his love’s penis to the tip, then slowly engulfed him with his warm, wet mouth. He enjoyed the taste and texture of Elladan’s penis, at once smooth, musky and textured with veined ridges all at once.
“I am going to spend.” Elladan groaned as he felt the climax build and his body tightened.
Glorfindel redoubled his efforts on his mate’s arousal to increase his mounting pleasure, wanting him to lose control and find release. He held Elladan’s hips to the bed as he moved his mouth over and over the heated flesh and felt the rush of climax come. Relaxing his throat, he drank down the expulsion of seminal fluid, tasting the salty flavor on his tongue. He continued to lick and suckle on Elladan’s hard length until all was clean and the half elf lay in a relaxed spent heap on the bed.
“Oh, oh, oh.” Elladan expelled as he lay there.
Glorfindel crawled up his lover’s body and kissed his lips, softly at first and then with more force, letting their tongues mate. Elladan could taste his own essence and moaned softly with how erotic that was. Their embrace was carnal and lustful as Glorfindel touched his love to continue their passionate play.
“I need to prepare you for our love making. I have oil and it will ease the passage.” He urged Elladan to turn over and reached for the crystal vial that Erestor had given him. Gildor had told him to prepare both his lover and himself for the lovemaking and so he would take every precaution to ensure his mate’s comfort.
He felt himself grow more aroused as he looked at the perfect shape of Elladan’s buttocks. They were round yet shaped with musculature and well formed. His mate had a warrior’s body and was not soft though he had a stockier build, being more of the Edain than of the Eldar in physique. He had a light dusting of hair on his chest and under his arms, which Glorfindel found delightful.
“I am ready. Glorfindel. You can touch me there. I welcome your attentions.”
Glorfindel caressed the cheeks of Elladan’s arse before parting them to apply oil to the tight ring of muscle. He worked the slick fluid both without and within, probing with gentle fingers, with gradually increasing pressure. He did not want to hurt his lover but needed to get him ready for what was about to happen. Gildor had told him to press in with as many as three fingers to stretch the opening. This would simulate the entrance of his phallus. The Wanderer had also explained that if Glorfindel touched Elladan a certain way inside, he would give him the utmost pleasure by stimulating his pleasure spot.
He moved his well oiled fingers in and out of Elladan’s sphincter, feeling the muscle loosen.
“That is it, relax Elladan. Relax.”
“I have to admit, it feels good and yet odd at the same time.” Elladan had never been touched in this manner before. His only experience had been with self-pleasure and bringing himself to climax. This was all new to him.
Glorfindel nuzzled and kissed Elladan’s neck, biting him occasionally as he worked at preparing him. He heard his lover gasp and felt him arch convulsively beneath his own heated body to hear the fervent whisper.
“Do that again, Glorfindel. That was stunning. I felt that all over my body.”
The Gondolin elf tried to repeat the exact motion and felt a corresponding reaction in Elladan. He had found the center of his desire, the nerve endings within him to give him that pleasure.
Glorfindel inserted a third finger inside his lover and stretched him more, hoping to ease the way for their lovemaking. Gildor had been very explicit on his account. The more one prepared one’s lover for the act itself, the easier and more pleasurable it would be for him. It was important to take time to do this and he did not want Elladan to feel any discomfort.
He could move his digits in and out with ease now and felt that Elladan was suitably prepared.
“I think you are ready, love. I think it will be easiest if you are on your knees or on your side.” Glorfindel nipped his shoulder and withdrew his hand. He poured oil on his hand and coated his arousal until it was slick. It felt good to stroke himself for he was so very aroused and sensitive.
Elladan had moved to his side, facing away from Glorfindel, waiting on the coverlet and in his mind, anticipating their joining. He had imagined this moment many times over the years but now that it was here, he did not have words to say that seemed eloquent enough.
“I love you, Glorfindel.”
“As I love you, Elladan.” Glorfindel lay behind the half elf and parted his buttocks. Gildor had said to move with surety and not go slowly as might be the instinct. He paused at the ring of muscles and then pressed in with an even thrust of his hips. He stopped when he was fully seated within his lover, pausing to allow Elladan to adjust to the invasion of his cock. He nuzzled into his dark hair to whisper, “Are you well, love? I don’t want to cause you pain.”
Elladan’s feelings were indescribable at being joined with Glorfindel. He gripped the fabric and nodded, only able to do that in response. He hoped his mate would understand.
Glorfindel felt his lover’s positive answer and began to move slowly in and out of his body. Elladan felt hot and wet and incredibly tight. Neither elf had ever known this kind of closeness before and knew that this sealed their love forever, knitting their hearts as one. They could hear the vows that they had spoken wrap around them as they made love, and the entwining of their fëar together for all eternity.
Elladan pushed back with each thrust of Glorfindel’s hips and felt pleasure expand throughout his body. His own cock was now hard once again and he touched himself, stroking his own arousal in time with their motion. Their bodies moved in synchronicity, as though they had always been together. They knew each other for the first time that night but there was a familiarity born of an ageless love.
Glorfindel knew he would not last very long. He was too keyed up and felt this too deeply. He increased the pace and tempo of their lovemaking, pressing in with more force and vigor. Reaching around Elladan’s torso, he teased and pinched his lover’s nipples to heighten his pleasure. His movements became frenzied now and he lost himself more to their passion.
Elladan received Glorfindel’s loving with his spirit open. He had not felt any pain as he was entered and now as their lovemaking peaked and reached its apex, he could not help the tears that coursed down his cheeks. He could feel another orgasm building and his body tensed as the pleasure mounted.
“Glorfindel, I am so close.”
Glorfindel sensed the tension in Elladan and continued to thrust with powerful movements of his hips. He was losing control and could feel the climax build in his body. With three last strokes, he released deep inside his lover, calling his name aloud.
Elladan had also spent his seed over his own hand and now lay panting with Glorfindel still embedded inside him. Their first time together had been staggering and he reached for the cloth conveniently located on the bedside table. He wiped up the mess he had made and tossed the towel to the floor while Glorfindel withdrew from his body. The son of Elrond turned to face his mate and plant soft kisses on his cheek and mouth, finally pulling back to simply look at his love with grey eyes full of love.
“You are well, Elladan?” Glorfindel asked.
“More than well, I would say.” Elladan laughed. “I am the happiest elf in the world.”
“I am glad. I love you more than I can express.”
“I think you just expressed it very eloquently.”
Glorfindel blushed, though he was smiling, and rested back on his pillow, stifling a small yawn. Elladan caressed his face and murmured.
“Now we can rest, my love but later I will return the favor in full measure. Agreed?”
“Agreed. I would like that very much.”
The two elves hunkered down under the covers, to sleep entwined, until such time as they would awaken, have sustenance and make love again, long into the night.
/---/
Much can be said for married life, I must say. Glorfindel is a considerate and thoughtful mate and he fulfills my every desire and need. He is most beautiful and I find I think of him constantly, when he is near, and even when he is not. It is very distracting. I must have a care as to what I am about and not let an orc get the better of me.
I am sitting here as I write and Glorfindel is sleeping. I can see him there in the bed. His hair is fanned out on the pillow like a molten gold waterfall. It shimmers in the lantern light and gives him a magical aspect.
I am very lucky to have his love and will endeavor to always deserve it. I know he loves me so very much as do I, him.
(to be continued...)

Chapter: Chapter Three
Author: phyncke
For: Elladansgirl - Slashy Valentine 2013
Character(s): Elladan/Glorfindel, Elrond, Erestor/Lindir
Beta: khylea
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they are the property of JRR Tolkien and his estate, and I have borrowed them for my own amusement and for yours I hope.
Feedback: Much appreciated.
Summary: Elladan is given a journal and falls deeply in love. He mistakes a glance for amorous attention in the Hall of Fire and must sort things out. All is right in the end, have no fear.
Chapter Three
Glorfindel paced nervously in Celebrian’s garden. Anor was low to the West as sunset drew closer. He was early and seemed determined to walk until ruts appeared in the grass at his feet.
“You seem as nervous as I am, Glorfindel but do not worry. All will be well.”
Elladan stepped off the porch and towards his lover, dispelling any discomfort that might be between them or any nervousness. He possessed a deep voice though his tone was warm. He could not keep the affection from showing.
That night, in the fading light, Glorfindel looked majestic. His golden hair took on the hue of the setting sun and he was dressed simply in a white shirt and tan breeches as was suitable for a late Spring evening. It was warm but not hot and a rather pleasant evening. The elf from Gondolin was tall and well formed, with lean muscle and a battle honed physique.
Elladan would always remember that night down the long years of their subsequent courtship and marriage. They spoke little that evening and simply held hands, parting company about an hour later. He would always remember the way Glorfindel gazed at him, with a look of wonder and love in his expression. It made Elladan feel that he was surely loved and would so be for the rest of his life, just as he loved Glorfindel.
The trees rustled around them, whispering as the sun set
/---/
Could there be a happier Elf than I? I think not. I really do not think so. Glorfindel and I are to be wed on the morrow. How many years have I waited for this day? How much time has passed in this courtship between us? I know not. It feels like centuries though really it has been but a few years since first we realized we were meant for each other.
I can barely contain myself.
My father will perform the ceremony with all my family and friends in attendance in that very same garden we first walked in together. That was Glorfindel’s idea. I do believe he has the heart of a poet or an absolute romantic. The way he courted me so steadfastly and has stayed by my side. I could not ask for a more loyal or considerate lover.
I cannot believe that tomorrow, I will truly know him in every way possible. I am both nervous and excited about this.
I do not think I will sleep tonight and will look a fright at my very own wedding!
/---/
Glorfindel squatted by the fire, using the poker to coax more flames from the logs. He was in their new quarters now as Erestor had so efficiently arranged for all of their belongings to be packed, moved and unpacked this morning. Imladris’ Chief Counselor had even thought to arrange for wine as well as a fruit and cheese plate in their living room.
There had been a formal dinner but a newly wedded couple might not get to eat very much at their own event. A bite here, a nibble there – that would be the most. Their company would be sought after as their friends and family wished them well.
The door opened and Elladan entered the chamber, closing the door and leaning his back against the solid oak.
“Alone at last, my heart. Alone at last.”
Glorfindel stood. He had already changed out of his formal attire, donning comfortable sleeping pants and a loose shirt.
“It has been quite a day. You must be tired. Shall we rest?”
Elladan looked directly into Glorfindel’s eyes, a penetrating gaze full of meaning.
“The one thing I do NOT want to do is rest, Glorfindel. There will be little sleeping tonight. I will have you know that right now.”
The half elf practically stalked his newly wedded mate like a scented prey. Elladan was desirous of Glorfindel and would not be denied. Grey eyes appeared like storm clouds as he closed in on the golden haired elf.
“Indeed, my sweet. I did not mean to imply that we would sleep the night away.” Glorfindel laughed. “I simply meant you might like to take a moment and have some refreshment.”
“Time enough for that later, love. That will keep.” Elladan cupped Glorfindel’s chin and brought their lips together in a soft kiss full of promise and longing. He deepened their embrace and pausing to draw a quick breath, he let his fingers sift through the silken gold tresses of his lover’s hair and drew him close again. Their tongues tangled in a full ignition of their passion.
Elladan felt the buttons of his embroidered tunic come undone, as Glorfindel deftly loosened his dark blue wedding clothes. Once the last button was loose, strong hands slid the fabric off and over his shoulders. He shrugged letting it fall to the floor heedless of the fine material that now lay in a heap behind his feet. He would apologize to the seamstress next time he saw her.
Glorfindel could see the flush rise on Elladan’s cheek and the hint of red present in his dark brown, shoulder length locks. The contrast of his pale skin to his hair had always intrigued Glorfindel. This combined with the sumptuous red of his lips made the son of Elrond irresistible. They were of a height to one another and so when the Gondolindrim leaned in to press their mouths together again, there was no need to bend down; they were perfectly matched in every way.
Elladan did not remember how they got to the bed. They must have moved there for they both lay on the soft down coverlet, face to face, caressing each other. Glorfindel slid his partner’s undershirt off over his head so that he could feel his heated skin and well formed muscles. His fingers explored and kneaded. He had dreamed about touching Elladan in this way and so relished every dip and ripple on his well-sculpted abdomen.
“Glorfindel, I must confess that I have no experience in matters of love making. I hope that you know what to do.”
This gave the famed Balrog Slayer pause for while he had lived through many ages, he had never intimately known another elf. In preparation for this wedding night, he had studied some well-hidden erotic texts in the library of Imladris, garnering as much knowledge as he could on the subject. He did not have first hand experience himself. He cleared his throat and looked vaguely uncomfortable but could not lie to Elladan. It would be an ill beginning to their marriage.
“I have not known another, my love but I am sure we can figure out what to do. I have studied the subject extensively.”
Glorfindel did not add that Erestor had taken him aside to explain the importance of lubrication to the process, gifting him with a bottle of scented oil. Gildor had also sought him out and explained the subtleties of love making in truly raucous fashion over a bottle of Dorwinion the night before their ceremony. Glorfindel felt adequately briefed for what was to happen. He knew that preparation was essential for the comfort of his mate and basically knew where everything went.
Elladan trusted Glorfindel implicitly and looked intently at his mate as he lay back on the pillows, slipping off his leggings to fully expose his lithe body on the bed.
“Well, I would like you to make love to me, Glorfindel. That would give me pleasure on our first night together.”
Glorfindel shucked off his shirt and pants and brought his now naked body close to Elladan. Their skin made contact and they pressed their hips together, allowing their erections to touch and create a heated friction.
The son of Elrond could not resist touching his golden mate, kneading his muscular shoulders and torso. He could feel warmth on his smooth skin as he massaged Glorfindel with strong fingers. He worked his way down to his love’s waist and tentatively touched his long, hard cock. Unsure of what to do, but wanting to give him pleasure, he stroked the firm phallus with movements of his hand. He knew how to pleasure himself and so applied that knowledge to pleasing his mate. He even spit on his hand so that it glided more easily over the veined surface of his lover’s arousal. Glorfindel seemed to enjoy his attentions as his breath quickened and his eyes closed. He moaned softly and moved his hips in time with the strokes.
After a while, Glorfindel reached for Elladan’s wrist, signaling that he should stop what he was doing. The Gondolin elf did not want to spend too soon and Elladan was getting him very excited. Glorfindel pushed Elladan back on the bed and began to kiss his way down his lover’s body, beginning with a soft kiss to his lips and then working along with touches of his lips and tongue. He paused at pert nipples, suckling and biting, teasing them into full arousal and then moved down over the flat of Elladan’s stomach and pelvis.
When he got to his goal, Elladan’s fully aroused cock, he did not hesitate but took it immediately into his mouth and sucked on the root of his mate’s desire. He enjoyed the musky flavor and ran his tongue along the surface, pumping his mouth over the length. He could hear Elladan moan and felt him flex his hips and so knew that his ministrations were causing a pleasurable reaction. He renewed his assault; running his tongue along the length of his love’s penis to the tip, then slowly engulfed him with his warm, wet mouth. He enjoyed the taste and texture of Elladan’s penis, at once smooth, musky and textured with veined ridges all at once.
“I am going to spend.” Elladan groaned as he felt the climax build and his body tightened.
Glorfindel redoubled his efforts on his mate’s arousal to increase his mounting pleasure, wanting him to lose control and find release. He held Elladan’s hips to the bed as he moved his mouth over and over the heated flesh and felt the rush of climax come. Relaxing his throat, he drank down the expulsion of seminal fluid, tasting the salty flavor on his tongue. He continued to lick and suckle on Elladan’s hard length until all was clean and the half elf lay in a relaxed spent heap on the bed.
“Oh, oh, oh.” Elladan expelled as he lay there.
Glorfindel crawled up his lover’s body and kissed his lips, softly at first and then with more force, letting their tongues mate. Elladan could taste his own essence and moaned softly with how erotic that was. Their embrace was carnal and lustful as Glorfindel touched his love to continue their passionate play.
“I need to prepare you for our love making. I have oil and it will ease the passage.” He urged Elladan to turn over and reached for the crystal vial that Erestor had given him. Gildor had told him to prepare both his lover and himself for the lovemaking and so he would take every precaution to ensure his mate’s comfort.
He felt himself grow more aroused as he looked at the perfect shape of Elladan’s buttocks. They were round yet shaped with musculature and well formed. His mate had a warrior’s body and was not soft though he had a stockier build, being more of the Edain than of the Eldar in physique. He had a light dusting of hair on his chest and under his arms, which Glorfindel found delightful.
“I am ready. Glorfindel. You can touch me there. I welcome your attentions.”
Glorfindel caressed the cheeks of Elladan’s arse before parting them to apply oil to the tight ring of muscle. He worked the slick fluid both without and within, probing with gentle fingers, with gradually increasing pressure. He did not want to hurt his lover but needed to get him ready for what was about to happen. Gildor had told him to press in with as many as three fingers to stretch the opening. This would simulate the entrance of his phallus. The Wanderer had also explained that if Glorfindel touched Elladan a certain way inside, he would give him the utmost pleasure by stimulating his pleasure spot.
He moved his well oiled fingers in and out of Elladan’s sphincter, feeling the muscle loosen.
“That is it, relax Elladan. Relax.”
“I have to admit, it feels good and yet odd at the same time.” Elladan had never been touched in this manner before. His only experience had been with self-pleasure and bringing himself to climax. This was all new to him.
Glorfindel nuzzled and kissed Elladan’s neck, biting him occasionally as he worked at preparing him. He heard his lover gasp and felt him arch convulsively beneath his own heated body to hear the fervent whisper.
“Do that again, Glorfindel. That was stunning. I felt that all over my body.”
The Gondolin elf tried to repeat the exact motion and felt a corresponding reaction in Elladan. He had found the center of his desire, the nerve endings within him to give him that pleasure.
Glorfindel inserted a third finger inside his lover and stretched him more, hoping to ease the way for their lovemaking. Gildor had been very explicit on his account. The more one prepared one’s lover for the act itself, the easier and more pleasurable it would be for him. It was important to take time to do this and he did not want Elladan to feel any discomfort.
He could move his digits in and out with ease now and felt that Elladan was suitably prepared.
“I think you are ready, love. I think it will be easiest if you are on your knees or on your side.” Glorfindel nipped his shoulder and withdrew his hand. He poured oil on his hand and coated his arousal until it was slick. It felt good to stroke himself for he was so very aroused and sensitive.
Elladan had moved to his side, facing away from Glorfindel, waiting on the coverlet and in his mind, anticipating their joining. He had imagined this moment many times over the years but now that it was here, he did not have words to say that seemed eloquent enough.
“I love you, Glorfindel.”
“As I love you, Elladan.” Glorfindel lay behind the half elf and parted his buttocks. Gildor had said to move with surety and not go slowly as might be the instinct. He paused at the ring of muscles and then pressed in with an even thrust of his hips. He stopped when he was fully seated within his lover, pausing to allow Elladan to adjust to the invasion of his cock. He nuzzled into his dark hair to whisper, “Are you well, love? I don’t want to cause you pain.”
Elladan’s feelings were indescribable at being joined with Glorfindel. He gripped the fabric and nodded, only able to do that in response. He hoped his mate would understand.
Glorfindel felt his lover’s positive answer and began to move slowly in and out of his body. Elladan felt hot and wet and incredibly tight. Neither elf had ever known this kind of closeness before and knew that this sealed their love forever, knitting their hearts as one. They could hear the vows that they had spoken wrap around them as they made love, and the entwining of their fëar together for all eternity.
Elladan pushed back with each thrust of Glorfindel’s hips and felt pleasure expand throughout his body. His own cock was now hard once again and he touched himself, stroking his own arousal in time with their motion. Their bodies moved in synchronicity, as though they had always been together. They knew each other for the first time that night but there was a familiarity born of an ageless love.
Glorfindel knew he would not last very long. He was too keyed up and felt this too deeply. He increased the pace and tempo of their lovemaking, pressing in with more force and vigor. Reaching around Elladan’s torso, he teased and pinched his lover’s nipples to heighten his pleasure. His movements became frenzied now and he lost himself more to their passion.
Elladan received Glorfindel’s loving with his spirit open. He had not felt any pain as he was entered and now as their lovemaking peaked and reached its apex, he could not help the tears that coursed down his cheeks. He could feel another orgasm building and his body tensed as the pleasure mounted.
“Glorfindel, I am so close.”
Glorfindel sensed the tension in Elladan and continued to thrust with powerful movements of his hips. He was losing control and could feel the climax build in his body. With three last strokes, he released deep inside his lover, calling his name aloud.
Elladan had also spent his seed over his own hand and now lay panting with Glorfindel still embedded inside him. Their first time together had been staggering and he reached for the cloth conveniently located on the bedside table. He wiped up the mess he had made and tossed the towel to the floor while Glorfindel withdrew from his body. The son of Elrond turned to face his mate and plant soft kisses on his cheek and mouth, finally pulling back to simply look at his love with grey eyes full of love.
“You are well, Elladan?” Glorfindel asked.
“More than well, I would say.” Elladan laughed. “I am the happiest elf in the world.”
“I am glad. I love you more than I can express.”
“I think you just expressed it very eloquently.”
Glorfindel blushed, though he was smiling, and rested back on his pillow, stifling a small yawn. Elladan caressed his face and murmured.
“Now we can rest, my love but later I will return the favor in full measure. Agreed?”
“Agreed. I would like that very much.”
The two elves hunkered down under the covers, to sleep entwined, until such time as they would awaken, have sustenance and make love again, long into the night.
/---/
Much can be said for married life, I must say. Glorfindel is a considerate and thoughtful mate and he fulfills my every desire and need. He is most beautiful and I find I think of him constantly, when he is near, and even when he is not. It is very distracting. I must have a care as to what I am about and not let an orc get the better of me.
I am sitting here as I write and Glorfindel is sleeping. I can see him there in the bed. His hair is fanned out on the pillow like a molten gold waterfall. It shimmers in the lantern light and gives him a magical aspect.
I am very lucky to have his love and will endeavor to always deserve it. I know he loves me so very much as do I, him.
(to be continued...)
