Title: A Time for Everything
Author: Aprilmoon
Email: Aprilmoon08@yahoo.com
Pairing: Glorfindel/Melpomaen, Erestor/Lindir
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Sweetness with some angst
Disclaimer: They all belong to Tolkien.
A/N: This is for Keiliss who had wanted a Glorfindel/Melpomaen
pairing. So here it is and I hope she really likes it. Merry Belated
Yule sweetheart. I don't do sex scenes well, so forgive me. Took a lot
of Druidladyrn suggestions, if it doesn't read or sound right, then
that is my mistake. I take responsibility of any mistakes at this point.
Beta: Druidladyrn

A Time for Everything


Melpomaen turned to gaze out of the window at the storm. He loved the
rain, for it seemed to him, to be able to wash away all the troubles
of time and space. However, today it just seemed that it wasn't
washing them away, but only added to them. He rubbed his tired eyes,
and thought of times when the rain seems to be more calming than it
was now. He gazed out the window once more, and his eyes came to rest
on the one person who could sweep all his troubles away, and that was
Captain Glorfindel of the Imladris Guard. As beautiful as he was
deadly, Glorfindel would never again be Melpomaen's.

He and Glorfindel had a fight about the Captain escorting the elves
from Mirkwood. . Melpomaen had thought it was silly that Glorfindel
should travel that distance just to lead an escort of elves from one
realm to another when Mirkwood had perfectly good warriors. Glorfindel
had told him that he had his reasons for going. And when asked about
the reasons, Glorfindel had just said that he had his reasons for
going When Melpomaen had pressed Glorfindel to tell him, but the
golden warrior refused to explain, telling the younger elf those
reasons remained private and personal. He had felt that there was
something he needed to know, but Glorfindel had kept his mouth shut.
He knew better than to keep pushing.

Despite Glorfindel's discomfort, Melpomaen persisted, certain that
something important lay behind the decision. After tersely telling the
scholar that Lord Elrond had requested his presence, Glorfindel
refused to expand on the issue. Once again, Melpomaen begged his lover
to let him know his reasons. When Glorfindel's fist hit the table, he
knew he had gone too far. No further words passed between them, his
questioning had only driven Glorfindel into total silence Realizing he
fought a losing battle, Melpomaen stopped. He knew better than to
continue to push, understanding that something of magnitude must be in
the works. For once in his life, he feared what this would mean.
When Glorfindel returned six weeks later, Melpomaen had let his
jealously get the better of him. As the entire traveling party entered
the courtyard and came to a halt, he had been one of the first Elves
there to greet them. He had wanted to welcome Glorfindel back and
apologize for how he had acted before they parted. Protocol demanded,
however, that he wait for Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrian to give
official greetings before he addressed his personal desires.
Glorfindel dismounted, but rather than turning to Melpomaen, the
Captain moved to help one of the party dismount.

Melpomaen watched as Glorfindel assisted the other rider. The cloaked
and hooded figure appeared quite slender, although it moved fluidly
toward the Lord and Lady of Imladris. When the rider pushed back his
hood, a quiet gasp arose from the crowd. The younger Elf's head hurt
and he reeled at the vision before him. This visitor had to be one of
the most breath-taking Elves, besides Glorfindel, he had ever seen.
His heart sinking, Melpomaen watched long, lush ebony hair fall free
of the hood and down the Elf's back. Viewing the stranger from the
side, he saw how the dark tresses set off the pale perfection of
sculpted skin. He could only compare himself unfavorably to the
exquisiteness of this Elf, for it seemed the Valar surely must have
crafted this one in their own image. Full red lips appeared to beg for
kisses. High cheekbones set off the deep blue, almond-shaped eyes and
invited caresses. To call this Elf beautiful would do him a
disservice, for all there surely found him far beyond that description.

The elf bowed to Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrian, his hand over his
heart. As he rose, his gaze found Melpomaen. Despite his failing
spirit, Melpomaen could not tear his own away from the beautiful
creature before him. His thoughts whirled, believing Glorfindel had
fallen for this creature's charms and beauty. No longer would his
lover wish his company with such a one nearby. Failing miserably to
keep a composed front, Melpomaen felt certain Elrond had sent
Glorfindel to retrieve this Elf for a purpose. Surely, Glorfindel
would take him as a lover, for he could not see how any could resist
the allure this one exuded.

He watched as Glorfindel had come forward and introduced the new
arrival to their Lord and Master. Melpomaen could not longer bear the
pain and without a word, he pushed his way through those gathered and
fled, retreating to his quarters in certainty that Glorfindel would
seek him out to break off their relationship. He would rather not hear
the words that would cause him pain, but better that his love tells
him in private, instead of before the others. Perhaps he should do it
before Glorfindel did, for he did not wish to appear a complete fool.
He would release the Balrog Slayer before his ex-lover uttered those
words that would break his heart.

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Outside, Glorfindel introduced Erestor to the Lord and Lady. He sensed
their surprise at the new Elf's identity, though they only showed
polite interest. Glorfindel met Celebrian's gaze and nodded. This one
would end up under Elrond's wing, if the Lord of Imladris had anything
to say about it. He had to agree that many, including his rulers and
friends, found Erestor very handsome. When Melpomaen fled, Glorfindel
saw Erestor follow his path with his gaze, a frown of confusion
creasing his brow. Shaking away his worry, the seneschal responded
appropriately to Elrond's request to show Erestor to his new quarters.
Glorfindel bowed slightly. He would make certain to do this, then
caution Erestor regarding a certain pair of comely *peredhil* twins
who would undoubtedly seek him out.

Glorfindel felt Elrond's concerned gaze rest on him. His friend had
witnessed the fights Melpomaen had often instigated because of his
jealousy. Despite the younger Elf's wisdom in other matters, those of
the heart never failed to see him descend into fits of anger and hurt
if any hint of competition for Glorfindel's affection appeared. Often,
Glorfindel would seek out Elrond for advice, only to hear that the
peredhrel felt Melpomaen foolish for doubting Glorfindel's devotion.
Glorfindel had hoped that Erestor could bring them together, not drive
them apart.

Elrond returned his attention to his new subject. He had never seen
such beauty of form and spirit in an Elf. Only his wife, but not her
mother, or Glorfindel possessed it in such quality and quantity. He
would need to caution his subjects, especially his rather predatory
sons, about seeking Erestor out for casual liaisons.

"So, tell me, Master Erestor. Are you hungry? Or perhaps you would
prefer to rest before seeking something to eat?"

Erestor regarded him, those bright sapphire blue eyes trained on
Elrond with an intensity he had rarely seen. Deeper than Glorfindel's,
they seemed wells of wisdom and sincerity. A smile graces the lovely
face, seeming to brighten the lovely features even more. Despite his
obvious weariness, Erestor remained polite and courteous.

"I am quite tired, my Lord, and please, just call me Erestor. I would
prefer to bathe and eat in my new chambers, and then go to bed retire
early, for I would love to see the beauty of Imladris in the early
morning sunrise, and then spend some time with my Ada."

A hush followed this pronouncement, for none present had considered
the dark-haired Elf as more than a friend to Glorfindel. He smiled and
considered this new title for his seneschal. Glorfindel had been
rather quiet about his past relationships and Elrond had never
suspected a child from his old friend. Erestor dipped his head to the
Lord and Lady, then turned to Glorfindel and embraced him. The lord of
Imladris saved his questions for privacy, considering the implications
of what Erestor had revealed. Either Glorfindel had fostered Erestor
after something orphaned him or he had fathered the dark-haired Elf in
a casual involvement, something he could not see the Balrog slayer
doing. He glanced around at those gathered, seeing nothing but
approval on their faces, regardless of what the truth might prove, for
obviously Glorfindel had opened his heart to the younger Elf.

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Melpomaen had returned to the courtyard, intending to speak to
Glorfindel. He halted before entering, the words sticking in his
throat. Glorfindel embraced the Elf from Mirkwood, a pleased
_expression on his face.

The scholar turned to flee, but stopped at Elrond's _expression and
gesture to join the group welcoming Imladris' new inhabitant. With a
heavy heart, he made his way toward them, pasting a forced smile on
his face. He said all the appropriate things, but from the slight
frown on Elrond's face, he knew he had failed to fool his lord. All
the worst possibilities ran through his head as he avoided looking at
Glorfindel and focused on getting through this.

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Glorfindel had not been oblivious to the curious looks that
accompanied Erestor's pronouncement. He had seen Melpomaen's look and
knew he must address his rather unique situation to prevent rumors and
any further distress on his lover's part. He took a deep breath,
praying his reputation and the respect he had garnered in Imladris
would not fail him or Erestor.

"I feel I owe Erestor and the people of Imladris an explanation.
Erestor knows, but all should be aware of our relationship. I have two
other children besides him with a good friend. In the past, a good
friend who lived in one of the outlying areas and I decided we would
like to have children." He held up his hands.

"Before anyone questions why we did not marry, I will explain. Nassi
and I did not love each other except as friends. She had bound herself
to another she-Elf and my heart had been given to an *ellon*, making
children impossible. We like each other enough that we believed it
would work. She and her mate would raise the little ones and I would
visit frequently enough for them to know me as their father. I found
her an excellent mother and a wonderful friend. When she and her mate
sailed, our other children had already established themselves in other
realms. As the youngest, Erestor has come to live here with me. We
have kept our children's lineage a secret, not wishing to tempt fate
in an uncertain time."

Celebrian stepped forward. "But why would you do that Glorfindel?"
Glorfindel took a deep breath, trying to form the words he needed to
make them understand. Somehow, he felt he might hurt someone's
feeling, but the history had to known.

"Unlike his mother and me, Erestor has proven a very gentle soul.
Nassi and I chose the warrior path our entire lives, often fighting
beside each other over time. His brother and sister chose to follow
our profession, but not Erestor. Indeed, he seemed almost frail when
born. The other two came into this world fighting, but Erestor has
always been quiet and thoughtful, full of life, yet gentle and
inquisitive. Too gentle to live the warrior's life." He shook his
head. "We doubted any would understand our need to have children
without marriage. Though not unheard of, bonds between like genders
have ever caused some to look askance at the partners. Neither of us
wished to enter a loveless marriage and this solution seemed the best,
though we realized we would have to be discreet."

Pausing, he looked around at his audience. "Other things worked
against us speaking openly of our relationship. I cared deeply for
Nassi as a friend and she felt the same about me, trusting each other
as only comrade-in-arms can do. She and her mate lived apart as
Nassi's heritage, half Avari and half Noldo, tended to make others
shun her. Erestor takes his appearance from her in his coloring and
features, only his eyes and cheekbones reflecting my parentage." He
grinned. "That and the family jewels."

"ADA!!!!" Erestor could not believe his father had just said *that.*
Talk about embarrassing. It was bad enough to hear his brother talk
about it, but his father. That just seemed to make his skin crawl.

"Sorry, *pen-neth*," Glorfindel replied, more than a little smugly.
Erestor might be full of life, but at times he tended toward entirely
too much seriousness for Glorfindel's tastes. Erestor crossed his arms
in silent protest, but Glorfindel just smiled. How quickly Erestor had
gone from gangly adolescent to graceful adult! Still, he had been
overjoyed when the young one decided to remain in Arda at his side.
Glorfindel just looked over at him and smiled. He could not believe
that his baby was growing up so fast, but not so fast that he still
could not savor what was before him. If he had to do this alone, then
he would. Unspoken, he vowed to keep his child safe and unharmed.

Glorfindel looked over at Melpomaen, expecting his lover to join the
ranks of those who had turned away upon learning of the children, so
many had done so, making the first two feel less than nothing. They
had proven themselves stronger and had gone on to forge lives for
themselves. Not so with Erestor. From the first sight of his delicate
son, Glorfindel had believed him a child of the fairy realm. Gentle,
kind, and loving, he had resembled nothing more than a tiny butterfly
breaking free of its cocoon. He appeared frail and weak, and had an
extremely mild disposition most of the time. Erestor had worried both
his parents, being more in touch with nature and his surroundings than
other Elves.

Nassi and he had determined to protect their last child at any cost,
yet they could not lie to him about his origins. They concocted a
story that Nassi's mate had died, her sister coming to live with her
to help raise the children. This allowed her beloved to remain with
her and let Glorfindel visit as a good friend of Nassi's dead mate.
None questioned the story and their lives had gone on quietly.

As Glorfindel spoke, Melpomaen hung his head, shame written on his
face. They had parted acrimoniously and the reception the younger Elf
had met Glorfindel with had been anything but warm. The Balrog
slayer's heart sank, for he felt certain Melpomaen had believed
Erestor his lover. How could he have such little faith in him? It
frustrated Glorfindel to no end.

. Silence hung over the group after Glorfindel finished. He took a
deep breath, then saw Erestor's smile. Elrond and Celebrian seemed
taken aback at his tale, but when he asked permission to settle
Erestor in his quarters, Elrond recovered and gave his leave. The
Captain and Erestor gathered the few belongings Glorfindel's son had
brought, and then made their way to Glorfindel's quarters.

Once they reached Glorfindel's chambers, Erestor moved inside and let
his cat out of her cage. A fond smile graced the Balrog slayer's face
as he contemplated this very different son, so unlike himself and
Nassi. Erestor unpacked the cat's box for waste, and then filled it
with fresh sand Glorfindel had gathered earlier. The cat made use of
it at once, and then followed her friend about the large quarters.
Erestor had reminded his father of a cat at times, ever adventurous,
his inquisitive mind increasing as he grew older. Not quite into his
majority at forty-seven summers, Erestor seemed to have no end to what
he wanted to discover.

Given his status in Elrond's house, Glorfindel lived in rooms spread
out over three levels. At the bottom, the main living area, including
a room for meals as well as reading and entertaining opened onto the
ground level. Just above this, his sleeping quarters, comprised of two
bedrooms, a large sunroom, and a study, looked out across the valley.
A smaller, top level held his many weapons he had received over the
centuries as gifts as well as the easel and canvases for his painting
and small pieces of sculpture and carvings he had gathered after his
rebirth.

Everywhere one looked, one found beautiful jewel tones in fabrics that
utilized only the richest silks and softest velvets. Despite this,
none could say Glorfindel's tastes ran to the overly lavish or gaudy
and no clutter marred it lush appearance. Erestor's gasp had
Glorfindel chuckling. The master bedroom, decorated in deep greens and
vibrant gold echoed his ancient Gondolin home. In the center of the
room, his huge bed stood, green velvet curtains embroidered with
wildlife scenes.

"No battle scenes?" Erestor asked as he studied the fabric.
Glorfindel shook his head.

"Nay, I would rather have serenity when I rest than the conflict I
have lived with over two lifetimes."

Glorfindel had decided to help Erestor take his things up the stairs
to his new chambers, and while doing so he wondered what his son had
brought with him. The staff had brought the many crates and trucks
that the party had brought with them, and to Glorfindel they seemed to
weight something close to a ton. After unpacking he had decided that
for now they would put the extra trunks in the extra bedroom until he
could clean out the upper most level to accommodate the pieces, or he
could simply could buy a new bed for Erestor to sleep in where they
could put the trunks underneath his bed. When he thought of that, it
seemed to make more sense than anything else and he didn't have to
give up his art space. Glorfindel thought this was a most brilliant idea.

"Erestor, what exactly did you bring with you?"

"I brought all my clothes, and books, and personal toiletries, along
with my art supplies, and everything else."

Glorfindel sighed. If he had allowed it, Erestor would have brought
all of Mirkwood with him. A not so subtle growl from his midsection,
which Erestor's echoed, reminded Glorfindel of their empty stomachs.
He rose and went in search of a maid, who hurried off to do his
bidding. They would eat in their quarters, taking their first meal
with Elrond and his family in the morning. Tonight he would spend with
Erestor alone.

Glorfindel knew that Elrond would allow him time to acquaint Erestor
with the household and lands. He preferred that his son have someone
he knew show him Imladris instead of spending hours alone or with
strangers. His sole regret stemmed from the desire to include
Melpomaen in this endeavor. Yet from the hurt and unhappy look he had
received from the scholar left doubt in his mind that he would find an
amicable reunion with his lover. In their stormy relationship, he had
ever worried that one day Melpomaen would put an end to it. Erestor's
arrival seemed to have brought this to a head. Indeed, his son found
him staring off into space, consumed with distress and worry.
Sensitive and caring, Erestor sat beside his father on the steps,
leaning against him to show his support.

"Do you love him?" Erestor asked softly.

"Yes, and I do believe now he hates me." Glorfindel desired nothing
more than to curl into a ball. Yet he could not, for Erestor needed
his strength in this new situation.

"Ada, I might not have reached my majority yet, but I do understand
your loneliness. I am lonely too at times, and hope to find that
special someone someday. If you love him, go to him and tell him.He
might not know what he means to you."

Glorfindel felt ever so proud of his child. Erestor seemed wise beyond
his years, yet with an innocence that spoke volumes. The depth of his
love for his child he doubted he could ever express in words. Whoever
received Erestor's love should cherish it as a precious gift. The
ancient Elf knew he had been blessed to have Erestor and his sibling's
in his life.

Glorfindel rested his head on Erestor's with a sigh. "Aye, perhaps you
have it right."

He clasped his son's hand for a moment, and then shifted. "This may
not take long," he said, rising and turning to offer a hand to
Erestor. He moved to the door, but when he opened it, the object of
his affection stood there, a large tray of food balanced in his hands.

"I hope you do not mind me bringing this? I wanted to apologize. I.I
made assumptions as I often do. Something I must work on. Will you
forgive me?" Melpomaen asked, unable to meet Glorfindel's gaze.
The Balrog slayer took the tray from his lover, setting it on the
nearby table, and then pulling the slender Elf into the room. After he
closed the door, he embraced his dear Melpomaen, leaning back to raise
the downcast face. With a tender kiss, Glorfindel silently vowed he
would do what he could to make things right. He gazed into the large
dark eyes, wet with tears, and felt his own burn.

"I am not angry with you. I forgive you and. ask that you give me the
same. I should have told you about Erestor and the others. I love you
and want you to accept all of me. That includes my family, no matter
how strange it may seem," he told Melpomaen.

Melpomaen's face lit up with a beautiful smile. "Of course! I accept
all of you and everything in between. I love you, too, and extend the
same forgiveness you have given me." After another sweet kiss,
Glorfindel released his lover and together with Erestor, they set up
the dinner.

"Will you not dine with us?" Glorfindel asked, seeing the question in
Erestor's eyes. "Cook prepared more than enough for two here and you
know I will never eat all these sweets." He indicated the heavy pastry
that lay in the center of the table. "Besides, I would prefer Erestor
not eat too many of them either and it's a shame to have them go to
waste."

Erestor just rolled his eyes at the comment. He wasn't an Elfling
anymore and shouldn't be treated like one. If he wanted to eat nothing
but sweets then he should be given leave to do so. Melpomaen saw the
look in Erestor's eyes at the comment as well, and remembered his own
mother doing the same thing.

Glorfindel caught Erestor rolling his eyes at the comment and
Melpomaen's commiserating look. He stifled laughter, not wanting to
offend either one of them.

"Ada, I am no Elfling," Erestor protested. "If I wish to stuff myself
with sweets, I should be able to!"

A quiet knock at the door brought their attention to the closed
portal. Melpomaen answered it, finding Lindir and Gildor outside. The
two held extra dishes, silverware, and a bottle of wine. Their
eyebrows rose at seeing Melpomaen, and then Gildor shoved the items at
Melpomaen and dragged away Lindir, his brother, before any of the
room's occupants could say anything.

"It seems that I have guardian elves looking after me," said Melpomaen
softly.

Glorfindel smiled warmly at him. His eyes glittered with mirth and
something else he would not say aloud.

Melpomaen seemed amazed at Erestor's intelligence. The two had started
up a conversation, while Glorfindel went to retrieve something from
another room. He seemed to know so much about so many things. He then
knew that Elrond was going to have a wonderful time teaching Erestor
for his last two required years before exams were administered to see
where he scored. Erestor had told him that he would like to become a
healer and maybe also a diplomat, but wasn't really sure about the
second. No matter what he would choose, Melpomaen felt he would have
no problem accomplishing anything he set his mind to. After dinner
ended, and they had had their dessert, Glorfindel had shown Erestor
where the bathing chamber was so he could bathe and dress for bed.
Melpomaen wasn't really sure if Glorfindel was going to help bathe the
child, but was relieved when he didn't. Not that he really thought he
would do it, but Glorfindel seemed to be treating Erestor as if was
more like twenty than the forty some odd years of life experience. He
was actually glad when he came downstairs after a few minutes.

Well, Erestor wasn't really a child anymore. Once he hit majority he
would have every available elf from Lindon to Gondor breaking down his
door for his favors. He had a weird feeling the twins wanted to be the
first to be able to taste the exotic elf. He wondered it this was the
reason Glorfindel had not brought Erestor before hand? Erestor was
very beautiful, and wondered how that would play out with Glorfindel
being around to scare off potential mates for his son. Melpomaen
thought he was thinking too far with this. He didn't even know what
Erestor's preference was and he already had him being courted by all
the males in every elven realm this side of Mordor. A blush spread
over his face. Once again he had assumed because Glorfindel had chosen
in such a way, his son would as well.

Glorfindel had come back down to spend some time with Melpomaen while
Erestor was bathing. He had a smile on his face, and when Melpomaen
looked up the stairs he could see Erestor's cat sitting on the top
step staring down at them, just daring them to come up.

"She seems quite protective of him for such a small thing." Melpomaen
offered.

"Do not underestimate his cat Tela. Last time I was in visited
Mirkwood and made a move towards Erestor when he fell off his horse
she attacked me. Remember those red marks on my thigh? Well, they came
from her. It took his mother having to pick up the little demon with
fur, and wrap and secure her in a cloak it so I could get to my son to
see to his injuries. I would have kicked it from Mirkwood to Lorien if
I didn't think Erestor would have been overly upset with me,"

Glorfindel admitted with a wry twist of his lips. Melpomaen just
looked at him in disbelief and then started to laugh. He could not
believe that the famed Balrog Slayer could be taken down by a cat, and
a small one at that. He could not believe a small cat could cause such
injury to the famed Balrog slayer. Glorfindel just looked at him
looked askance with a `just you wait and see for she will do it to you
to' _expression. Melpomaen just smiled and snuggled up close to
Glorfindel. With a mischievous smile, Melpomaen pulled Glorfindel down
beside him, and then snuggled into his arms. Glorfindel gladly
embraced his lover, aware how much he had missed being with Melpomaen.
Not just the sex, but the warmth of affection and understanding they
shared.

He had missed this when he was gone, and was hoping that maybe they
had moved passed the anger and his stupidity for them to engage in
some make-up sex together.

"You are a good father, Glorfindel. I am sure you would not have done
that to his cat. She means well and you know it."

"She might have meant well, but it bloody hurt. That cat and me are
going to have some issues and I just know it. But maybe if you are
here she won't try anything. She tends to be placid around large
numbers of people, except she doesn't like dwarves or hobbits and I
could never figure that out."

"Could it be how short or hairy they are?" Melpomaen ventured, then
the image of the feline attached to a hairy foot or beard got the best
of them. Hearty laughter erupted from Glorfindel, Melpomaen's giggles
accompanying them. As if she could understand their mirth, the cat
rose, her tail in the air, and stalked to the bathroom door.
Upstairs, the bathing chamber's door opened. Glorfindel excused
himself, padding up the stairs to see how Erestor fared. He wanted to
settle his son in before turning to other pleasant pursuits. Thoughts
of being with Melpomaen lent a smile to his face. Erestor returned it
with a tired one of his own as he pulled on his sleeping pants and
tunic. Glorfindel turned down the daybed's covers, and though Erestor
did not require it, tucked him in.

"Goodnight, Ada. Thank you," Erestor said quietly, his eyes glazing
with fatigue. The cat jumped up, curling against her master with purrs
of satisfaction. Glorfindel pursed his lips and decided not to fight
this battle. He bent down to press a soft kiss to Erestor's forehead,
and then rose. Erestor's eyes had unfocused in reverie and his father
quietly with the promise of loving Melpomaen on his mind, Glorfindel
hurried back downstairs. He prayed that Erestor would sleep through
the night, for he planned to mend the troubled spots in his
relationship with Melpomaen this night. Sweeping Melpomaen into his
arms, he carried the smaller Elf upstairs to his room, glad that his
son slept in the spare one next door. He laid Melpomaen on the bed,
and then joined him, covering him with kisses as he undid the tiny
buttons of his lover's robes. How he wanted to feel that silky skin
beneath his hands!

Melpomaen had never felt so much desire as he felt at that very
moment. Glorfindel had started to such the tips of his ears, and he
could believe the sensation that was running through his body at that
very moment. Those sword and bow roughened hands traveled down his
neck to run along his spine and gently knead his buttocks. Melpomaen
moaned and flexed his hips, wanting more.

Gods, did it feel good to have Glorfindel's hands on him again. He
could feel the Slayers lips travel down his body, and it felt so good.
Melpomaen let his hands roam up and down Glorfindel's body stopping at
places to pinch and tweak along the way, and hearing the mewls that
seemed to drop so easily from his lips. He could feel the muscles in
Glorfindel's body as his hands traveled down to the promise land.
Melpomaen could feel the hardened velvet shaft ready and waiting to be
sheathed into a willing body and Melpomaen wanted to be that body. His
own arousal begged for attention, making Melpomaen whimper with need
and thrust against a heavily muscled thigh.

. As much as Glorfindel's body urged haste, he wanted to properly
prepare his lover. Each moment they shared, he savored. Wordlessly, he
begged for entry into the sweet body. The sweet features, flushed with
desire, spurred him on. With an experienced hand, Melpomaen sought the
lightly scented oil Glorfindel kept in his bedside table to soften his
hands after sparring. The younger Elf opened the vial, pouring a small
amount into his hand to warm.

Glorfindel watched as Melpomaen prepared himself to be taken by the
Balrog Slayer. He could not pull his eyes away from his lover, who was
dribbling oil between his thighs and pushing his fingers inside his
passage to prepare him for Glorfindel. Gods, the site was the most
erotic thing he had every seen in his life. Melpomaen pinched his
nipples and touched himself while pushing another finger into his
passage to stretch himself. He could not believe how beautiful it was.
"Touch me," he begged, and then hissed with pleasure, his eyes nearly
closing at the sensation of warm, slippery fingers enclosing his
arousal. Fascinated, he watched his lover use the other hand to dip in
and out of that tight space in time to the movement on his turgid flesh.

Melpomaen had judged that he had prepared himself enough for
Glorfindel, and waited until his lover was close enough for him to
grab and pull him down on top of himself. He captured his lover's lips
in a searing kiss while positioning his lover's arousal at his
entrance. Glorfindel pushed into his lover, and received a pleasured
moan for his effort.

"Now?" he whispered against Melpomaen's lips.

"Now," came the husky reply.

It had been too long since they had made love, and the feel of his
lover's body was going to be his undoing. He pushed in inch by
agonizing inch until he was fully sheathed into the tight entrance. He
just savored the feeling of being inside his lover, and could not for
the life of him remember when it felt so good. He could feel his lover
starting to push upwards to encourage him to start moving, but he
didn't want to harm his young love. When his lover had ensured him
that he was ready he started off with a slow and soft pace, that soon
speed up to hard and quick thrust. Before either of the two elves knew
what was happening they were reaching their peaks within minutes.
Their coupling had been short and quick, but neither minded. All that
mattered right now was that they loved each other, and they were back
in each others arms again. Melpomaen just caressed Glorfindel's face
for a moment while trying to catch his breath. Gradually, Glorfindel
relaxed, his body still thrumming with his orgasm. Melpomaen's body
continued to clench around his erection, prolonging the orgasm. The
Balrog slayer raised his head, giving Melpomaen a tender kiss.

They both laid there for a moment and spoke softly about anything,
everything, and nothing in general. They stayed there the rest of the
night soon falling asleep in each others arms. Gradually, Glorfindel
relaxed, his body still thrumming with his orgasm. Melpomaen's body
continued to clench around his erection, prolonging the orgasm. The
Balrog slayer raised his head, giving Melpomaen a tender kiss.

"I am loath to leave you, yet I would not crush you," he murmured,
preparing to withdraw and lay beside Melpomaen.

"Nay, you will not. Just roll to your side. I do not want you to go
yet," the scholar protested.

With a grin, Glorfindel did just that. Though he would have wished the
interlude to last longer, hope had blossomed in his heart. He had his
Melpomaen back and perhaps now they could move on past the doubts and
insecurities. Pulling the coverlet over their cooling bodies, he
tucked the dark head under his chin and wrapped Melpomaen around him
for the night.

Many Years Later

Melpomaen couldn't believe his luck. He and Glorfindel had been bonded
for fifty years now, and he still could not believe it. Erestor had
blossomed even further into a most bewitching beauty, and he had been
right about the suitors. They had seemed to come from near and far
just to meet him, and try their luck with him. He had been surprised
when a large group of men from Gondor had made a special trip to
Imladris just to meet Erestor. They had said it was for trade
negotiations, but the way they were looking at Erestor spoke volumes.

Glorfindel had thought of locking him up until he was bonded, but
because Erestor was past his majority he couldn't do that, so he just
growled at people all the time when they came to close to his son.
He and Glorfindel had never had children for the obvious reasons, they
were both male, but having the ability to help raise Erestor the last
few years before his majority had been fun. The two had become fast
friends, and Erestor had accepted his discipline as he did his
fathers. He loved Glorfindel's other two children just as much, and
they had accepted Melpomaen in their lives and hearts as well Anyone
who made their adar happy found favor in their eyes.

Once Galdor and Laereth found their mates, they made Glorfindel and
Melpomaen grandfathers in a short span of years. Time continued to
roll on and still Erestor felt no call to his heart. Though many
pursued him, he found none that he could call his own. Heartache
followed each failed attempt and for a while, he stepped away from any
further relationships with anyone but his family.

It had broken Melpomaen's and Glorfindel's heart every time it had
happened, more so with Glorfindel for Erestor was his baby, and it
surprised them when it was Lindir who had told Erestor of his love for
him. Erestor had been a little hesitant when Lindir told him of his
love, but soon had fallen once again, but this time into Lindir's
arms. The minstrel had been there to catch him within his arms. He
would not lay with Erestor until they were bound. When they finally
had bound themselves in wedded bliss Lindir had found the most
wonderful gift Erestor had given him was his innocence and his love.
Each painful end made Glorfindel ache for his beautiful son. Through
it all, Lindir offered his friendship and at last, his heart.

Glorfindel carefully watched Elrond's minstrel, seeing the honest
emotion in those pale eyes as they followed Erestor about Imladris. He
would not pressure his son, but he sensed the sincerity behind
Lindir's declaration. When Lindir asked permission to court Erestor,
Glorfindel readily extended it, praying his dearest child would find
love with the sweet musician. Ten years of patient courtship paid off
and Erestor accepted Lindir as his mate. They had waited to seal the
bond physically and Lindir felt doubly blessed with Erestor's love and
his innocent passion.

Elrond presided over the bonding ceremony, Celebrian at his side.
Glorfindel held Melpomaen's hand, glad he had done this with his dear
scholar so many years ago. He must send word to Nassi, though he knew
he would have to wait until he finally sailed to see her again. Lord
Cirdan had offered to send a letter with the next ship that sailed
though he had no way of knowing if she received the missive. Erestor
begged Glorfindel and asked Elrond to travel to Lorien after his
bonding, for he had longed to see the Golden Wood since his childhood.
The Lord of Imladris gave his blessing, sending along an escort to
keep the pair safe. Once they returned, Glorfindel proceeded to share
what illuminations he had of his family, Erestor included. Few and
precious, Lindir had felt honored that Glorfindel would accept him
into the family so thoroughly.

That night, as they sat in the living room, companionably sipping wine
and talking, Melpomaen realized his blessings. Galdor, Laereth, their
children, Erestor, and Lindir clustered around Glorfindel, enraptured
with his stories. Melpomaen realized these people made up his family.
A family, he loved as dearly as his Glorfindel, his gift from the
Valar. He had come to accept that one found love in many different
packages, not only the ones believed right, but all of them.

The End.