Glorfindel's Darkest Hour

Chapter 20 - Claiming Haldir

By Morgana

       

"Erestor?" Glorfindel had indulged in a catnap during the evening and before going to sleep he had possessively folded his arms around his lover, forcing Erestor to stay. Sometime during the nap, Erestor had fallen asleep as well and now Glorfindel was enjoying waking up the raven-haired Elf by placing butterfly kisses on his lover’s lips. "Nîn bellas?" (My strength.)

Erestor’s eyes filled with awareness when they looked at Glorfindel. "Is something wrong, melamin?" What was it *this* time? Glorfindel’s mood swings had continued throughout the day and had made him weary.

"My back hurts… Would you… help me?" Looking pleadingly at Erestor, he pouted his lips. "Please?"

/Oh, I cannot possibly deny you./ Erestor smiled warmly. "Would you like a backrub then?"

Glorfindel looked at Erestor from beneath his golden eyelashes. Suddenly his mood darkened. "That is if you still want to touch me. I will be big and fat shortly, rather undesirable!"

"You...? Undesirable?"

Glorfindel suddenly bowed his head, and unexpectedly released Erestor, turning away from the dark-haired Elf.

Erestor instinctively knew what was going on in Glorfindel’s mind. "Melamin, I will always desire you!"

"Even when I am fat and…" Unable to finish, Glorfindel rubbed his distended abdomen. "It is still growing."

Erestor sighed, hearing that ‘it’ had slipped back in again. It was time to distract the distraught blond. "Here, let me." He piled pillows atop of one another and then eased Glorfindel into them, until he was lying half on his side, face first.

His breath caught when Erestor pushed his robes out of the way, easing them over his head. Turning his head to one side, Glorfindel wrapped his arms around the pillows, resting against them. Settled down comfortably, Glorfindel sighed blissfully when Erestor’s warm fingers rested against his skin.

Erestor picked up the phial of scented oil on the nightstand and let some of it flow into the palms of his hands. After warming the oil by rubbing his hands, he set out to massage Glorfindel’s neck. Soft mews, almost smothered by the pillows, gently floated through the room, telling him how much the blond enjoyed this. The sounds brought a radiant smile to Erestor’s face. He could literally feel Glorfindel relax beneath his fingertips.

Glorfindel’s mews turned into pleased purring. The warm hands moving over his back sent a tingling through his body. Being touched by his lover felt incredibly good. /It is amazing. My memories of my stay in Orthanc have nearly faded and images of Erestor have appeared instead. I crave his touch and I feel warm and cherished when he is around. He even wants to be a parent to my… ‘son’. Son -- monster is more like it./

"You are growing tense again," remarked Erestor, slightly displeased that his massage was losing its desired effects. Leaning in closer, he pressed a passionate kiss on a shoulder. "Don’t brood. Don’t feel burdened. Just enjoy the massage, the attention. I want you to relax for me."

Glorfindel sighed deeply, not wanting to disappoint his lover. Driving all distressing thoughts from his mind, he concentrated on the feel of Erestor’s hands on his back. "Aiya…" He couldn’t keep quiet when his lover worked on a particularly sore area.

This massage would work better with Glorfindel lying on his stomach, but Erestor was hesitant to suggest a change in position. Lying face down might be uncomfortable for a pregnant male. Erestor also didn’t want to spark any fading memories. Adding more oil, he gently worked on the tense muscles, which finally relented beneath his expert touch, losing their tension. The sigh that left the blond’s lips sounded different now. "Better?"

"Much better," said Glorfindel, his words muffled due to the pillows.

Erestor continued his ministrations, occasionally slipping in a kiss. The fact that Glorfindel completely trusted him made him feel honored. "Are you hungry?" The time for dinner had long passed, but he would be able to find something edible in the kitchens.

Glorfindel carefully considered the question and protested when Erestor stopped the massage. But he was hungry all right. Sitting upright, he looked over his shoulder. "I want some fruit."

"Not something more substantial?" The baby needed more than fruit to grow properly. Erestor tried again. "Maybe more of that cake? You seemed to like it earlier."

"And some warm milk? With honey?" suggested Glorfindel hopefully.

Erestor nodded. He was about to leave their warm nest when Glorfindel reached out and took hold of his wrist, keeping him from leaving.

"You never told me what Elrond said when you informed him that I cannot perform my duties."

Erestor sighed, settled down again and looked deeply into Glorfindel’s eyes. "We talked. It turns out there might be a suitable replacement for you after all." He had phrased it carefully, not wanting to hurt the blond’s feelings. Glorfindel had to feel needed right now.

"Who is it?" Glorfindel tried not to feel hurt. He had thought it would take Elrond longer than this to find someone!

"Haldir of ‘Lórien," said Erestor with a smirk on his face. "He arrived some days ago in need of Elrond’s healing talents. Now that his wound has healed Haldir has agreed to stay and fill in for you."

Glorfindel didn’t know how he felt about that. "Haldir?" Haldir was a formidable warrior and had been Celeborn’s seneschal and confidant for millennia. The ‘Lórien Elf was a good choice and he couldn’t begrudge Elrond a fine replacement. "And how about *your* duties?"

"I will do some of the paperwork in here, or you can accompany me to my study. Some exercise would do you good."

"Aye, I have been sleeping an awful lot," agreed Glorfindel. He briefly considered accompanying Erestor to the kitchens, but then dismissed the idea; he was way too comfortably in their warm bed. "I should consult Elrond." His thoughts grew troubled again. "It is growing much faster than Elrond predicted."

"We do not know the details of Saruman’s spell," said Erestor thoughtfully. "The baby could be fully grown within a week, or it could take another turn of the moon. We just do not know what to expect."

Glorfindel cupped Erestor’s hand in his and placed it against the fabric of his robe so his lover could feel the growing bulge. "It has doubled in size since yesterday."

"May I… look at your stomach?" Erestor felt the distention and grew worried as well.

Glorfindel nodded hesitantly, lay down and unbuttoned his sleeping robe to reveal his abdomen. Guiding Erestor’s hand, he placed his lover’s fingers against his skin.

Erestor watched in amazement. Glorfindel was right; the baby’s development had sped up. Gently, he caressed the taut skin. Lying down, face to face with Glorfindel, he studied the heavily clouded eyes. "What worries you the most?"

Swallowing hard, Glorfindel whispered, "That he will tear me apart when he is ready to be born. An Uruk-Hai’s claws are sharp. I would probably survive, but…"

Erestor instinctively wrapped his arms around the trembling blond. "That will not happen, melamin. Once Elrond believes that the baby is fully developed he will act accordingly."

Glorfindel shivered violently. "And then the ordeal truly starts. My ‘son’ is part Uruk-Hai and I am tied to him for the rest of my life."

"Aiya, nîn ind, (my heart) we will raise him properly and being loved might bring out the best in him. Do not give up hope yet."

"Would you… Would you fetch Elrond for me? I want him to examine me. I need to know what to expect."

Erestor cringed. It was already late and Elrond had probably retired for the night. "I will fetch you something to eat first and then I will go see Elrond."

Reluctantly Glorfindel agreed. He would prefer it if Erestor fetched the healer now, but he also realized it was already late. "I am… scared." He hated to admit the truth. "I am afraid this monster will ruin our lives -- our love."

"He won’t," said Erestor firmly. "Now wait here for me. Don’t go to Elrond alone." Erestor placed a kiss on Glorfindel’s brow and then left the bed. After tucking the sheet around the blond’s form, he left the room and hurried to the kitchens. On his way over there, he fought back his tears. Glorfindel’s fears affected him as well.

       

After collecting fruits, cake and hot milk, Erestor hurried back to his rooms. Once inside, he quickly headed for the bed, placed the tray on the nightstand and slipped beneath the covers. Glorfindel’s big, blue eyes looked at him with a child-like, trusting quality. Leaning in closer, he mumbled, "I love you, melamin. And I love your son. You still need to think of a name for him."

Glorfindel briefly closed his eyes. /How do I name a monster?/

"Sit upright, nîn ind."

Glorfindel elbowed himself into a sitting position. Then Erestor placed the tray on his lap and Glorfindel studied the food items his lover had brought. The berries looked sweet and tasty and he tried some of them. "You are spoiling me."

Erestor ate some cake before Glorfindel moved onto it and then leaned back, sipping tea, which he had brought for himself. He hoped his lover had calmed down and that they could see Elrond in the morning, instead of having to drag the half-Elf out of his bed at this late hour.

Glorfindel focused on the food. Erestor was comfortingly rubbing circles on his back, after having slipped his hand beneath the fabric of his robes. The skin on skin contact soothed him like it usually did. "Aren’t you fed up with being stuck in bed with me?"

Erestor couldn’t keep his face straight and burst out chuckling. "Ah, nîn ind, I won’t ever tire of having you in my bed."

"The way you say it, it sounds…"

"Seductive? Inviting?" Erestor raised a hand and traced the outline of Glorfindel’s lips with a fingertip. "Here, have another berry." Unceremoniously, he pushed the fruit past the blond’s lips.

Glorfindel mumbled something unintelligible and then tried to glare at Erestor. He completely failed and burst out in a brilliant smile instead. "I love you…" Leaning in closer, he claimed Erestor’s lips. "So much…"

Erestor desperately wanted to make love to Glorfindel, but he knew instinctively that he would be moving too fast. They had to settle for kisses and touches.

After Glorfindel had devoured his cake and sipped his hot milk, Erestor disposed of the tray and signaled for the blond to lie down again. He raised an arm and invited his lover to snuggle up to him.

Glorfindel reacted at once, moving in and settling comfortably in his lover’s arms. Involuntarily his hand came to rest on his abdomen. /I want this gone. I do not want to give birth to this monster. I…/ His thoughts faltered, feeling Erestor’s hand settle atop of his. Raising his head, he met Erestor’s gaze, reading the love in the dark eyes.

"Everything will be well, I promise," said Erestor passionately.

But Glorfindel didn’t share his lover’s optimism.

       

Elrond had seated himself in a comfortable chair next to the fire that was blazing in a corner of his rooms. Haldir was moving through his quarters, putting away the few personal belongings he had brought with him. With amazement he finally realized that Haldir had just moved himself and his things into his rooms. A grin surfaced on his face. The silver-haired Elf was somewhat of an enigma to him.

"You are watching me," said Haldir, turning around to catch Elrond’s gaze. "Do you find me pleasing to the eyes?"

"Very pleasing," replied Elrond in a similar smug tone as Haldir’s. "Would you sit with me for a moment? There is something I want to discuss with you."

Haldir nodded and seated himself opposite Elrond. Curiously, he watched his new lover. Something obviously troubled the half-Elf and he hoped he could somehow help.

"I talked to Erestor," started Elrond, catching a sparkle of recognition in Haldir’s eyes. "I assume you and Erestor met?"

"Aye, I met him during his visits to Lothlórien."

Elrond plunged into the deep, realizing he had to be honest with Haldir. "Erestor and Glorfindel are expecting a child." There was no need to inform Haldir about the abduction and Saruman’s vile actions directed at Glorfindel.

Haldir raised an eyebrow. Male pregnancy was extremely rare. He had heard about it only once or twice. "That is highly exceptional."

"Aye, it is. And it is the very reason why Glorfindel cannot perform his duties. Therefore I am in need for a seneschal, and you offered." He trembled; what if Haldir had changed his mind and wanted to return to the Golden Wood? What if the Galadhrim didn’t want to stay with him?

"And I am still offering you my services," said Haldir, inclining his head. He easily read the fears and doubts in Elrond’s eyes. /He thinks I am leaving after all./ In time, Elrond would hopefully realize that he was a man of his word.

"How will Celeborn and Galadriel react? Wouldn’t they prefer for you to return to them?"

"I doubt they will begrudge me my happiness, but you are right. I should contact them and obtain their formal permission. I will write them a letter, asking for their approval." He had served the Lord and Lady for many millennia and looked upon them as his parents, as his real parents had abandoned him and his brothers. Celeborn and Galadriel had always told him that they wanted him to be happy.

Elrond nodded once. He would feel more confident once Celeborn and Galadriel had agreed to this plan. Abandoning this topic for now, he pointed at Haldir’s brush and comb, which had found their way onto his dressing table. "I assume this is your way of telling me you would like to share my rooms with me?"

Haldir grinned and demonstratively licked his lips. "Aye."

Elrond’s groin tightened, seeing the pink tip of moist flesh slide along those full lips. "I suggest you write that letter now."

Haldir inclined his head. "I will." After rising from the chair, he headed for Elrond’s desk, sat down behind it like he owned it, took up the quill and began to write.

Elrond chuckled. He definitely liked his lover’s cockiness and his desire mounted. Tonight he wanted to possess the silver-haired Elf like Haldir had never been possessed before. It was time to return last night’s favor.

       

Elrond hadn’t bothered to dress again after taking a bath. He looked out of the window, but made sure no one caught him naked. Staying in the night’s shadows, his gaze drifted to the window that belonged to Erestor’s rooms. He was pleased that everything seemed to be working out for them, as well as for him. Haldir was truly exquisite; a lovely treat that he wanted to savor tonight.

Haldir stepped into the bedroom, licking his lips when Ithil’s beams outlined the half-Elf’s lean body. He had felt Elrond’s gaze on him when writing his letter and he was experienced enough to realize what Elrond wanted tonight. That was the main reason why he had physically prepared himself for some fierce love making after he had taken his bath.

Hearing Haldir approach, Elrond turned around to look at his naked, silver-haired lover. Haldir was built sturdier than he was and the Galadhrim was slightly shorter, but not by much. Elrond cocked his head, leaned in closer and pressed his lips against Haldir’s.

Haldir surrendered willingly when Elrond’s arms came up behind his back, pulling him close. Their erections brushed and he helplessly thrust against his lover, knowing it would be a while before Elrond would grant him release.

"I want you," whispered Elrond possessively. Tonight, he wasn’t in the mood for much foreplay. "I want to bury myself inside your body and make you scream my name."

Haldir swayed in Elrond’s arms at the intensity in the half-Elf’s voice. "Then take me. Take me in whatever way you wish."

Elrond’s eyes flashed with fire, hearing those words. "I will make you mine tonight, Haldir of ‘Lórien. You will never want another lover again." His fingertips trailed down the silver-haired Elf’s spine before his hands settled on the firm buttocks. Rubbing the two mounds of flesh, he pressed Haldir close to him.

Haldir panted. His eyes were hooded when they made contact with Elrond’s. "I knew you would claim me. I already prepared myself for you."

Those words sent a flash of desire through Elrond’s groin, making him growl possessively. "Turn around for me, nîn-naur. (My fire.)" His voice was remarkably steady when Haldir turned away from him. Slowly, his hands slid down Haldir’s arms, forcing his lover to bend forward. After guiding the silver-haired Elf’s hands to the wall, Haldir willingly parted his legs for him.

Haldir’s breathing sped up, realizing Elrond wanted to take him here and now. Placing the palms of his hands against the wall, he stood widespread, wriggling slightly to gain a more comfortable position. Bowing his head, he waited for Elrond to claim him. He had never felt this excited before and his hard member, still untouched, hung heavy between his legs.

Elrond parted the firm buttocks and teased the opening before letting a finger slide inside. Haldir was already slick and stretched. "Ah, nîn-naur, tell me you want to be taken."

Even in this vulnerable position, Haldir couldn’t help but grin. Would his words heighten Elrond’s desire? Oh, he hoped so! "I want you to take me… and take me hard. Possess me, make me yours. Mark me!" Wriggling his butt, he looked over his shoulder. "Take me now!" He trembled, seeing the predatory grin on the half-Elf’s lips. Elrond remained quiet, but Haldir already felt the blunt head of his lover’s arousal pressing against his entrance. "In one thrust… Please."

Elrond obeyed eagerly. After pushing past the guardian muscle, he continued to slide inside, burying himself completely. "Aiya, you are tight, nîn-naur!" Panting softly, he attained a firm hold on Haldir’s hips before beginning to thrust.

Groaning, Haldir briefly closed his eyes. The pleasure that spiraled through his body was making him dizzy. Elrond’s first thrust took him by surprise, making him moan loudly. Throwing back his head, he managed to look at the half-Elf. Elrond’s brow was furrowed with concentration, as his dark-haired lover forced himself a way into his willing body again… and again. "Ai!" He whimpered softly when Elrond managed to stroke the hidden gland, bringing him unspeakable pleasure.

Elrond, feeling Haldir tremble, wrapped his arms around the silver-haired Elf and pulled him away from the wall until Haldir was standing upright. A wicked grin spread on his face, rolling an erect nipple between his fingertips. One hand stole down to his lover’s groin and he fondled the sac, teasingly rubbing the smooth flesh.

Haldir was abandoned to Elrond’s thrusts. Now that the angle had changed, his lover constantly brushed against his sweet spot and he yelped helplessly. "Don’t… want to… come yet."

"You won’t." Elrond squeezed hard at the base of his lover’s hard flesh. The Galadhrim helplessly rocked against him, trying to increase the speed of his thrusts. "Ah, nîn-naur, I think I forgot to mention that I have excellent stamina. You are in for a *long* ride."

Haldir’s eyes widened as Elrond obliged him, taking him hard and deep. But the position left much to be desired. "Can we… move this… to the… bed? Floor… Chair?" He wasn’t sure his legs would support him much longer. Spirals of ecstasy made his heart thunder madly.

Elrond considered the request. "Aye, let us move this to the bed." He regretted pulling out of his lover’s body, but he did, and guided Haldir to the bed. "On your back, melme." (Love.)

Haldir quickly sat down. He had grown flustered, realizing Elrond would make this last… long.

Placing his hands on Haldir’s shoulders, the half-Elf pushed his lover onto his back. A vulnerable expression appeared in the hazel eyes and he smiled reassuringly. "I said I would make you scream my name… and I keep my promises."

Trembling, Haldir let Elrond manhandle him until he was flat on his back. He followed Elrond's instructions when the half-Elf told him to bend his knees and lift his feet into the air. He shivered with anticipation, seeing his dark-haired lover lean in closer. The soles of his feet now rested against Elrond's chest, exposing him.

Elrond smiled possessively and positioned himself at his lover’s slick opening. He effortlessly slid inside, sheathing himself to the hilt, always carefully monitoring his lover’s reactions.

Haldir released a passionate yelp at Elrond’s next thrust. The half-Elf’s hard flesh constantly stroked his sweet spot and in his unfulfilled need, Haldir clawed at the sheets.

Elrond looked at the silver-haired Elf beneath him, who was biting his bottom lip in order to control some of his moans, and found him utterly beautiful. But the sensation wasn’t intense enough. He wanted to hear Haldir scream. Driving himself in harder, he almost pulled out, and then plunged back in again, setting a fast and somewhat brutal pace.

Haldir curled his trembling fingers around his hard member, stroking in rhythm to Elrond’s thrusts. He reached release too quickly, screaming at last. His eyes widened and then focused on Elrond’s dark ones. "El… rond!" He screamed, finally finding release.

Elrond closed his eyes momentarily, feeling his lover’s inner muscles clench him. "Ah, so sweet, Haldir… so tiiiii….aarg…" Coming hard, he found release deep inside his lover’s body. Collapsing onto Haldir’s legs, he parted them, so he could blanket his lover’s body. Shakily, he pressed a demanding kiss on Haldir’s lips. "I… made you…scream," he panted, slightly breathless.

Haldir smiled tiredly. "I finally know… why you…are never on… the bottom." None of his lovers had made him feel like this and he wrapped his arms and legs around Elrond, displaying a similar possessiveness.

Elrond pulled out slowly and then rolled them onto their sides, face to face. A film of sweat had formed on Haldir’s brow and he brushed back a strand of damp hair. "You are rather passionate yourself, nîn-naur." While stroking the damp hair, he leaned in closer, touched his lips to Haldir’s, and parted his teeth invitingly.

Haldir accepted, letting himself be lured inside the moist cavern. Their tongues danced passionately and a deep sigh of content satiation flowed into Elrond’s mouth.

Elrond smiled knowingly. He quickly pressed another kiss onto Haldir’s lips and then tucked his lover’s head under his chin. "Rest now…" He would clean them up later; it was now time to rest and hold one another.

Haldir smiled against his lover’s chest. "I love you, Elrond Half-Elven."

Elrond sighed blissfully and then pressed a kiss on the top of Haldir’s head. "And I love you, nîn-naur."

They rested in silence; their need for words gone.

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