Title: The Tears of my soul

Type: FPS

Author: zilah

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: M-preg, angst, AU NOT so nice Thranduil this time. I'm so sorry,

ladies. You know I love him, but this was necessary because of the plot.

Disclaimer: Sad but true: they are not mine. I just play with them. No one pays

me.

Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Legolas

Beta: Agie

Summary: Legolas and Glorfindel are betrothed to each other, but what happens

when the wedding finally should take place in Imladris?

Author's Notes: This plotbunny itched in my mind so long that I finally gave in

and started to write.

Thank you so much Agie, for your help with this story. Without you, I was lost.

Feedback: Yes please!

Enjoy,

zilah

The Sequel.

Erestor studied his reflection in the mirror, combing his hair at the same time.

He considered if he would braid them, but finally decided against it. He didn't

like the traditional braids, even if his position often demanded that he wear

them. But today was different; today, he wasn't Lord Erestor, Prince of

Mirkwood, but just plain Erestor. He wore beautiful crimson robes and the color

brought warmth to his otherwise pale skin. His eyes shone with anticipation. A

happy smile played on Erestor's lips and he hummed softly as he left his

chambers and walked to the practicing fields.

Erestor was still far from his destination when he saw two elves sparring. They

were an amazing sight; they both were equally tall and build like warriors. One

of them was raven-haired and his skin was pale, but the other's coloring was

just the opposite; he had golden hair and his skin was sun-kissed. The two elves

moved so fast that everyone who watched were awed of their skill. They had shed

their tunics away, wearing only leggings, and many admired openly their amazing

physique. Their skins glistened with sweat and two pair of blue eyes gleamed

with excitement.

Erestor smiled proudly as he followed the match between the father and the son,

and memories came back to his mind. His smile grew dreamy as the images of their

happiness ran trough his mind. Mel had been lovable elfling, a joy to everyone

around him, and Erestor loved him more than anything, except his beloved

hervenn. He had been happy with his little family and he hardly remembered any

more how hard the beginning of their love had been.

Erestor absently let his hand rest on his belly as he thought of the news he had

for Glorfindel. It had taken decades to forget the pain that he had been in when

Mel had been born, but finally Erestor had begun to dream of another child.

Another gift for Glorfindel, born from boundless love...

He stirred from his thoughts and looked at the still fighting elves. Neither of

them showed any visible signs of exhaustion and Erestor realized that the duel

would likely take several hours. He burned with need to tell his news to his

hervenn, and the long waiting wasn't acceptable.

//I have prepared myself for you, meleth nín.//

That did it. The golden-haired elf lost his focus for one second, and that was

enough for the raven-haired elf to strike the sword away from his grip. Soon,

the blond sat on the ground, his opponent's sword against his chest.

"Do you admit your defeat, Adar?" Melpomaen asked with breathless voice. His

face was lit in a victorious smile; this was the very first time he had

succeeded in beating his adar in swordplay.

"As if I could do anything else," Glorfindel grumbled, as Mel helped him to

stand. The elda turned around and looked at Erestor accusingly.

//You rascal! Why did you have to do that?// Echoed in Erestor's mind, but

Glorfindel's grin revealed that the elda wasn't really angry about his defeat.

"Congratulations, ion nín! I am so proud of you," Erestor smiled at his son.

"Thank you, Ada. I thought I never would succeed in defeating Adar. He is an

amazing warrior, and someday I will be just as good," Mel laughed.

"I am sure you will be, ion nín. Go home and take a bath. You need to get ready

for the evening. I want you to be at your best for your majority celebration, "

Glorfindel said to his son, but was looking at his hervenn. Erestor stared

shamelessly back, and let his appreciation of Glorfindel's half-naked state to

show in his eyes.

"I will. I am so glad that Daeradar (grand-father) Thranduil and Lindir made

their way here in time. But what about you and Ada? Won't you two come with me?"

Mel asked, frowning.

"We will come as soon as possible, but first I want to discuss something with

your ada, alone," Glorfindel assured his son, trying to ignore Erestor's staring

at him. It felt like a physical touch and he felt his body harden in response.

//So sorry!// Erestor said through their link, but the wicked smile on his face

revealed that he didn't regret his trick one bit.

Mel did as Glorfindel bid and left for his chambers. Glorfindel took Erestor's

arm and escorted him to his office in the barracks. As soon as they were inside,

Glorfindel locked the door, already planning a suitable punishment for his

shameless hervenn. He turned around and forgot to breathe.

Erestor had shed his clothing in record time and was now sitting naked on

Glorfindel's table. Dark eyes were now almost black with desire and Glorfindel

found himself melting under the smouldering gaze. All reasonable thoughts

disappeared; he took the few steps that separated them.

Erestor extended his arms and pulled Glorfindel closer, opening his leggings

with nimble fingers. The garment pooled at Glorfindel's ankles as the elda drew

Erestor into their first, earth-shattering kiss. Erestor moaned in surrender as

Glorfindel settled between his legs, slowly rubbing their arousals together. The

elda couldn't get enough of his hervenn, who squirmed under his hands so

deliciously. Agan and again he caressed Erestor's writhing body, wanting nothing

more than to bury himself within him.

"Why don't you take me then? I said I am ready for you," Erestor purred, knowing

full well where Glorfindel's thoughts were. He could feel the heat that grew

within his mate through their bond. In the next moment he moaned as Glorfindel

made sure that he spoke the truth. Before Erestor even realized, the fingers

withdrew and Glorfindel took him with one, smooth movement.

"Oh... aye... aye...just like... that..." Erestor panted, as Glorfindel gripped

his hips and began to move. He felt so full; full of Glorfindel and his love.

Not even several decades together had diminished the joy they felt every time

they made love. Glorfindel was mesmerized by his mate's beauty and the rapture

he could see on his face, as he continued his thrusts. He had fallen in love

with a young and shy elf, but even more he loved his Erestor as he was now: a

full-grown elf who was confident and beautiful beyond words. He forgot

everything else but the bliss that only Erestor could give him. Their moans and

gasps echoed around, as they continued their journey towards completion.

Together they found release, one after the other, until warm happiness and

satisfaction was left.

"I... I think I cannot stand..." Glorfindel finally sighed and leaned heavily

against the table, still pressing Erestor's now languid body against his own.

How he wanted to be just here, buried deep inside his hervenn, forever. "Oh,

Erestor nín... how I love you," Glorfindel whispered, and moaned with loss as

their bodies finally relaxed and separated. Mesmerized, he watched as Erestor

lay down on the table, stretching like a cat. He was sure that he would never

look at Erestor in this way, sated and still flushed with their passion.

"Does this mean that I am forgiven my distracting you in a...critical moment?"

Erestor grinned lazily.

"Maybe we can reach an agreement if you told me why you did it? You know full

well that Mel will never let me forget my defeat," Glorfindel chuckled.

"Let him be. He will forget it soon, when I tell my news," Erestor said softly,

smiling up to the blue eyes that shone for him so lovingly. He was happy;

happier than he had ever been. And now he would give his beloved hervenn the

most precious gift imaginable.

"I am sorry, meleth nín. I just couldn't wait to tell my news."

"And what is it, if I may ask?" Glorfindel asked again, wondering why his mate

suddenly seemed even more beautiful to him. Erestor actually glowed.

"Do you remember when I forbade for you to paint the walls of Mel's old room?"

Erestor asked with a coy smile on his face. He knew that Glorfindel had to

remember that particular incident, because it has been one of the very few

fights between Mel and Erestor. Mel had wanted his room's walls to be something

else than the childish murals, but Erestor had been adamant; the room would stay

as it was. Finally, they had found the solution and Mel had received his very

own chambers on the other side of the corridor.

Glorfindel was confused, but answered nonetheless, " I do. But what it has to do

with..."

"It has everything to do with my news, meleth nín.... because it seems that the

room will receive one more occupant." Erestor slowly took Glorfindel's hand and

placed it on his belly. With the blissful smile he whispered, "Do you feel this,

meleth nín? I am awaiting another son."

Glorfindel stared his hervenn as if he had never seen him before. He had thanked

Valar every day that they had given him Erestor and Mel, and now... Slowly,

Glorfindel drew him into his arms and held him tightly. Tears of happiness

streamed freely from his eyes.

"Oh Erestor... my sweet love. I just cannot even begin to describe how happy you

have made me. You are my whole world; you and our children." They stayed like

that for along time. Glorfindel finally stirred from their blissful stupor and

started to fuss over his precious hervenn.

"Are you all right, meleth nín? That table cannot be very comfortable for you to

sit. Are you cold? Let me help you to dress," Glorfindel said, but was cut short

when Erestor burst out with amused laughter.

"What is so funny, meleth nín? This is a serious..."

"And that was the reason I dragged you in this office to spend some... quality

time with you. I knew that as soon as I told you, you would spoil me rotten."

Glorfindel blushed crimson when he remembered how he had taken Erestor just mere

moments ago. He had been none too gentle, but Erestor didn't seem to mind;

instead, he had begged for more. He knew that Erestor wasn't some fragile flower

but a strong elf who was also a capable warrior. Suddenly, Glorfindel realized

that this time, everything would be different. This time he would be able to

share Erestor's pregnancy and pamper him and the child. The thought filled him

with warm happiness.

"I admit I might have... overreacted. I hope you don't think me a complete

fool," he said sheepishly, after seeing that Erestor's face was lit in an amused

smile.

"Oh no...not at all. At least, you are *my* very own fool. I love you, you

know," Erestor chuckled and cupped Glorfindel's face, almost drowning in the

depths of blue eyes. The kiss they shared spoke volumes about soul-deep love.

They finally dressed and Glorfindel gently escorted his mate to the house. The

Anar herself shone straight into their hearts.

FIN. I mean it. Really, Really FIN this time!

Hope you enjoyed the journey as much as I. Thank you to all of you for your

support and FB. You have no idea how much they mean to me.

zilah