Title:
The Flow of Silver Water
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Pairing: Glorfindel/Ecthelion
Beta: Eni
Rating: R
Summary: Returned to life without warning or
reason, Ecthelion seeks to make the most of life while awaiting
his destiny.
Chapter
5
He
continued to stroke, his aching flesh responding eagerly to
the touches. Suddenly a hand came to rest on his, stopping his
movements. Opening his eyes, Glorfindel realised to his shame
that Ecthelion was awake and had caught him bringing himself
pleasure.
“Ecthelion,
I…” He tried to speak but was cut off as his lover
rolled over, straddling him and catching his lips in a searing
kiss. Reassured that Ecthelion was not displeased, Glorfindel
wrapped his arms around his lover and pulled him closer.
“I
was unsure the time was right,” Ecthelion whispered when
their lips parted. “Forgive me.” Reaching between
them, his hand teased Glorfindel’s hard flesh, causing
the golden-haired Elf to moan in delight. Raising his body slightly,
Ecthelion slipped out of the sleeping pants and swiftly rid
Glorfindel of his too before pressing their now-naked bodies
back together.
Flesh
met flesh and Ecthelion hissed in pleasure at the intensity
of the feeling, gazing down and smiling at Glorfindel.
“I
love you.” They were simple words, yet ones that filled
Glorfindel’s heart with untold joy.
“As
I love you,” he murmured, reaching up and letting his
hands run over the smooth planes of Ecthelion’s chest.
“So much…” His hands travelled downwards,
caressing his lover’s strong thighs and then moving inwards,
to tease his arousal. “Please…”
He
did not need to say more. Ecthelion bent, placing soft kisses
on Glorfindel’s torso, working his way up to his neck
and cheek towards his ear. “Have you oil?” he whispered,
nipping on the sensitive skin gently.
Looking
slightly embarrassed, Glorfindel nodded and pointed to a nearby
drawer where he had kept a bottle sitting these past weeks,
in hope that this moment was inevitable.
Ecthelion
saw the look but said nothing, torn between amusement and guilt.
Instead he pulled the bottle out, flipping the hinged top open
and letting the sweet scent flood the room. Sitting back, he
moved off Glorfindel, spreading his lover’s legs so that
he could rest between them and poured a small amount of the
sweet-smelling oil over his fingers. With slow, careful motions
he pushed a single finger into his lover’s body.
Glorfindel
gasped at the intrusion, arching slightly off the bed in response.
Ecthelion smiled at this and moved his finger around to bring
Glorfindel the beginnings of pleasure. He had always been sensitive;
though it seemed to Ecthelion that he was more sensitive now
than he had ever been before.
“Are
you well, love?” he whispered, leaning down to kiss Glorfindel
even as he continued his ministrations.
“Yes…”
Glorfindel smiled up at him, his whole face alight with joy.
“It has simply been a very long time since I was touched
so… certainly not in this life.”
His
words came as such a surprise to Ecthelion that he ceased was
he was doing and stared at Glorfindel. “How can that be?
You said you had taken bed mates since rebirth.”
“Aye,”
Glorfindel agreed, “I did. But…” he paused,
seeking the right words before he looked directly into his lover’s
eyes. “Only you, Ecthelion… only you.”
The
quiet admission touched Ecthelion deeply, so deeply that he
could not give voice to the overwhelming emotion that he felt.
All he could do was kiss Glorfindel again, pouring all his feelings
into that simple gesture.
A
long moment passed in silence, before Ecthelion once again sat
up. Covering his arousal with oil, he raised Glorfindel’s
legs, resting them carefully on his shoulders. He paused only
a moment before pushing carefully into the waiting body, making
sure to go slowly to avoid pain and bring pleasure to them both.
Ecthelion
groaned as he was enveloped by tight heat, which only increased
the deeper he went. His hands rested on Glorfindel’s back,
steadying them both as he moved. “Feels good,” he
murmured, his eyes half-closing in pleasure. “So good,
Glorfindel.”
His
answer came in the form of a moan as Glorfindel gave himself
over completely to the long-missed feeling of Ecthelion inside
him. For so long he had desired this, and now, at last, it was
coming true. “More,” he pleaded, trying to push
closer to Ecthelion. “I have missed you so… missed
this so.”
“As
have I,” Ecthelion replied, answering the plea and beginning
to move within the tight body. “No more thinking now;
just feel.” With those words he thrust deeply into Glorfindel,
making the golden-haired Elf cry out in delight as his core
was touched. His arms wrapped around Ecthelion as the other
moved, his speed increasing with every thrust as a love and
a longing older than the walls that surrounded them overtook
the two lords.
Soft
moans and sounds of pleasure were all that could be heard as
their bodies joined in love and passion, strengthening their
love and reaffirming their commitment to one another in this
new life. What had been still was, would always be.
Closing
his eyes, Glorfindel clutched Ecthelion close, nearly overwhelmed
by the emotions coursing through him. His breath came in ragged
gasps as he rocked softly, urging his lover in deeper.
Holding
Glorfindel tightly, Ecthelion moved steadily as his pleasure
built. He wished the perfection of the moment could last forever,
though he knew it could not. He groaned as his release built
and wrapped his hand around Glorfindel’s arousal, determined
that they should find their climaxes together.
Glorfindel’s
eyes opened as he felt his lover’s hand on his hard flesh
and he looked up at Ecthelion, his eyes glazed with desire.
His whispered Ecthelion’s name and saw the other smile
from atop him, his desire clearly equal to his own.
“Glorfindel!”
Ecthelion’s cry came as suddenly as his release and he
spilled inside of his partner, gasping with the force of the
release. Not a moment later he felt warm seed cover his hand
as his own name echoed throughout the room.
Gasping
for breath, Ecthelion slowly rolled off Glorfindel, pulling
him into his arms and kissing his forehead. “I definitely
should not have waited so long,” he murmured, smiling
in amusement.
“It
was well worth the wait,” Glorfindel chuckled. Contentedly
he laid his head on Ecthelion’s chest. “Have I mentioned
that I love you?”
Ecthelion
let his fingers stray over Glorfindel’s chest as he held
him and laughed lightly. “Just minutes ago, but I will
gladly hear it again!” He smiled gently. “And in
case you missed it the first time… I love you too.”
*******************
It
had been the last step in truly becoming a couple again. Every
day since then had been full of wonder as he watched Ecthelion
becoming ever more comfortable in his new life, aided by the
same people who had helped him when he first returned.
He
was glad when Ecthelion began to form true friendships with
others in the realm – in particular, the minstrel Lindir.
A mutual love of music was the basis for their friendship and
Lindir encouraged Ecthelion to write music again as well as
joining him and the other minstrels in public performances.
Before
long a comfortable routine had formed and Glorfindel was at
last able to let go of much of the pain of the past that had
been haunting him since his return. It helped more that he could
ever explain to sit at home on a quiet evening, with Ecthelion
by his side, and talk about Gondolin, sharing memories both
good and bad.
All
noticed the change in Glorfindel and were overjoyed by it. For
too long there had been a shadow about him - now there was only
light.
In
this way, several years passed. It was a peaceful time for Middle-earth
and while there was always the lingering concern about the reason
behind Ecthelion’s rebirth, they were able to push it
aside for the sake of enjoying this second chance. Elrond took
it upon himself to relocate the residents of the rooms next
to Glorfindel and install a door in the wall, giving the two
Lords far more space and enabling them to create a haven in
which both felt at home.
As
far as Glorfindel was concerned, life was just about perfect.
****************
It
was a warm autumn afternoon, nearly half a century after Ecthelion’s
rebirth, when the first hint of change made itself known.
Returning
from a slow and long walk in the gardens, the couple neared
the house just in time to see a tall Elf in green and brown
travelling garb being ushered into the main hall by Erestor.
“Where
is he from?” Ecthelion asked, looking at the Elf. “I
do not recognise the style of clothing.”
“He
has come from the Greenwood, King Thranduil’s realm.”
Glorfindel replied. “That is unusual - the Elves there
do not often associate with those outside their woods.”
A worried frown formed on Glorfindel’s brow. “I
fear that whatever news this messenger bears, it is not good.”
Ecthelion
smiled gently. “We do not know that yet. “Though
you know as well as I that peace rarely lasts. If it has reached
its end, then I am still grateful for this many years.”
“This
I know,” Glorfindel replied, “and I agree with you,
though I cannot help but wish it would last forever, naïve
as such thoughts might seem.”
Leaning
close, Ecthelion lightly kissed his lover. “It is not
naïve, only natural, especially for those of us who have
seen so much strife already. Come, let us go and see what we
can find out, rather than worrying needlessly.”
Glorfindel
nodded and the hurried towards the entrance, heading for Erestor’s
office. While it was far too soon to expect Elrond to know anything
- he would still be in conference with the messenger - Erestor
might have some idea as to what was behind the unexpected visit.
************
The
councillor looked up as the two warriors entered his office
and put aside the unwound scroll before him. “Good afternoon,”
he greeted his friends. “What brings you here?”
“We
saw the messenger arrive from Greenwood,” Glorfindel replied,
“and wondered if you might know what it is about. You
know as well as I that visits from their wood are rare.”
Erestor
nodded and looked serious. “As I am sure you have guessed,
the news is not favourable.” Looking up, his expression
darkened further. “I do not yet have the details, but
I fear that what I have been told is enough to cause unrest.
The Greenwood is under attack.”
END
CHAPTER 5
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