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The Flow of Silver Water – Chapter 5
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.
NOTE: Now edited to remove beta notes. *Head-desk*
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.”
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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.
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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.
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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
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.
NOTE: Now edited to remove beta notes. *Head-desk*
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
