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Author's Chapter Notes:
Glorfindel has a dream and makes a confession.

internal thoughts be in italics

Chapter 6:

Ethuil, Imladris, 2818 T.A.

After dinner, Glorfindel and Elrond spent a quiet evening talking about the upcoming Council and playing chess. Elrond gave Glorfindel a slightly weaker sleeping draught and helped his friend to bed. “Do you want me to stay again tonight, meldir? I am glad to, but I know you prefer to be alone in the mornings.”

“I will be fine. This sludge of yours keeps the demons at bay,” Fin teased as he swallowed the draught in one gulp.

“As you wish. I will stay until you are fast asleep then.” Elrond leaned down and kissed the blonde’s forehead as he tucked a wayward strand behind his ear. Once Glorfindel’s breathing was slow and even, and his eyes lidded in reverie, Elrond doused the candles and quietly left the room.

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Glorfindel woke and looked around. He was somewhere familiar, but he knew not where. He was not in his rooms, nor was he even sure he was still in Imladris. It was very dark, as Ithil had already set, but still a long time until dawn. As he got up and walked to the balcony, he realized that he was in Gondolin, in his old room, the old familiar scents and sounds wafting in through the doors. He stood on the balcony and inhaled deeply of the strong floral scents coming from his gardens. He relished the comfort given him by these sensations.

He walked back into his room, intent on getting dressed and exploring more of his old home and maybe even finding Ecthelion, when he noticed that there was already a dark mass of hair fanned across his pillows. Oh, Thel, what I have planned for you! I missed you so, melethen. And how thoughtful of you, already on your stomach. He chuckled to himself.

Glorfindel got back into bed and threw the covers off the sleeping form. He gazed down at the alabaster skin and began to caress the hard muscle under the soft skin. The scent was tantalizing, and he was unable to resist leaning down and licking between the shoulder blades, and continuing down the strong back to the firm globes. He heard a soft moan and smiled. He crawled on top of his love and covered him with his own hardness. As he reached to move wavy, ebony hair aside, he began to nibble at the exposed ear while rubbing his erection gently in the cleft between those firm mounds. The low groan his ministrations elicited only further enflamed him, and he could not stop from grinding harder into the warm body beneath him. His hands roamed over taut flesh as he nibbled down a long neck, until he was suckling at the collar bone. The unique scent wafting through his nostrils caused his heart to skip a beat, and he bit down, and then laved the bruised skin with his tongue. He groped for the bottle of oil usually under his pillow and quickly uncorked it. “Oh, lirimaer, I know this is going fast, but I have missed you far too much to take as much care and time as usual,” he groaned, as exquisite tightness surrounded a single, well oiled finger. “I will make it up to you, meleth.” The pert bottom lifted and legs spread to give him easier access to the puckered opening, as sweet moans caressed his ears. His own desire was quickly swamping him, and he had to stop and breathe deeply for a few moments or he knew he would spend before he had even begun.

As three fingers were moving easily in the tight passage, he reached down and stroked his own member, oiling it liberally. He could not bear to hurt his love, yet he knew he was so inflamed with desire that this would not be a slow and easy taking. He took one last look at the round globes and flipped his love onto his back. “I want to see your face and kiss you as you scream my name, seron vell.” He slid between two strong, lithe thighs and leaned down to take ruby red lips in a bruising, desperate kiss, as he entered the velvet heat in one swift thrust. There was an audible gasp from his lover, and he thrust his tongue into the sweet cavern of his love. His heart was pounding in his ears but he would not move until his love was ready. When the dark haired beauty beneath him thrust upwards, he snapped his hips and pulled out almost completely. When he thrust in again, he knew he’d hit his mark from the scream that erupted from his love’s lips. He kept up that same pace, reveling in the screams and wanton abandon of his lover as he felt strong thighs grip his waist. “By Elbereth! You have never felt this good, melethen! What you do to me!” As he felt his release coming, he began stroking his lover’s hardness in time with his thrusts. “Come with me, lirimaer! Now!” Two souls raced across the night sky together in their completion, as his name was screamed loudly, and he cried out in a bliss he had never known before. Before he collapsed atop his darkling love, his soul’s mate, he gazed into deep, chocolate brown eyes. “Erestor?” he whispered, and passed out.

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As awareness returned to him, Glorfindel groaned at the stickiness covering his abdomen. He was in his bed, alone, in Imladris. It was just a dream. As he got up, he scrubbed at the tears sliding through his tightly squeezed eyelids. But he quickly collapsed to his knees as the entire dream replayed in his mind. Thel! What has happened to me, seron vell? Were we not truly in love? Why is it that I was in Gondolin, but with another? Please, melethen, forgive me! I am being driven to madness by this conflict between my heart dreaming of brown eyes and my head holding onto green ones.

Elrond found him like that. He sat down and pulled his dear friend to his chest as Glorfindel sobbed. “Meldir, I should have stayed last night. These dreams are quickly overtaking your ability to cope with them even after a sleeping draught. You must confront your past and move on. There is no going back, and you know this.”

Glorfindel looked at Elrond and sobbed, “I can no longer do this. This was the worst dream, not because I watched Thel die, but because I betrayed him.”

“What are you talking about, meldir? You never betrayed Ecthelion. You both died defending your people and your city.”

“No. I have betrayed his love. I was in Gondolin making love, but not to Thel! Do you not understand? I was making love to Erestor in the bed Thel and I shared!” Glorfindel cried.

Elrond tightly held his friend against his chest and consoled him, “It is no betrayal when you find your soul mate, meldir. Erestor must be the one. That is the only answer as to why these dreams plague you. Your faér is struggling to bond, to join its mate, yet you keep fighting it. I do not believe you will get better until you let go of Gondolin and live here and now.”

Glorfindel pushed his disheveled hair out of his face and looked at his friend from red rimmed eyes. “Maybe, but I fear that I have dealt too much hurt to Erestor to ever win him back. I was so afraid of letting Thel go, that I shoved Erestor aside. When he professed his love for me, I threw it away. I lied to him. I told him that he was nothing more than another notch on my scabbard. You see,” he sighed, tears running freely down his face, “I was ruthless. I convinced him that I just wanted to brag about bedding him, add the Chief Counselor of Imladris to my conquests. That my sexual prowess and reputation were all I cared about. I was quite successful in convincing him that he meant nothing to me. I was terrified of him and what he represented, so I ensured he would never come near me again.”

Elrond gasped in horror. He had known things had gone badly between his two friends, but neither had ever spoken of what had occurred. He knew Erestor had been hurt; practically everyone did. The advisor had become aloof and icy in his demeanor, and he took every opportunity to be away from Imladris, but Elrond had no idea how cruel Glorfindel had been. “Aí! What have you done? If you can ever get him to look at you with something besides hate in his eyes, it will be a miracle.”

“Maybe his forgiveness is my path to healing. After what I did, I can expect nothing more.” Glorfindel’s shoulders sagged with the weight of his realization.

“Well, that may be likely, but love is an amazing force, especially between soul mates. The Valar gifted you a mate to your féa, they may yet provide another avenue for you to be together.” Elrond hoped that this was so. He knew that Erestor had never been the same and now he understood why. He was surprised how strong his advisor was. Many elves had faded for lesser betrayals.

“Let me draw you a warm bath and I will bring you breakfast. I will inform Aurvellas that exhaustion has overtaken you and that I have relieved you of your duties for a few days to give you time to recover.” The healer in Elrond took over, realizing the truth behind his words. His friend had a serious revelation last night and needed time to process it.

Elrond rose from the floor and efficiently prepared the bath for his friend. He sniffed the many vials of oil and settled upon a soothing lavender and chamomile scented one, and poured a generous quantity in the running water. Once the large sunken tub was over half filled, he went to retrieve Glorfindel, who still had not moved from the floor beside his bed. “Come along, mellon nín. Let me help you out of your clothes and into the tub.”

When Elrond reached to help his friend stand, he found that Glorfindel was trembling. It was obvious the Elda was drained from his dream and the ensuing discussion. Once Elrond had aided Glorfindel in disrobing and gotten him settled into the tub he asked, “Will you need my aid to wash your hair?”

“Nay, I will be fine,” he sighed as he sank into the warm water. “Hannon le, Elrond. I am unable to face anyone right now. There are others that I have hurt as well, but none more than Erestor. I need some time alone to think.”

TBC

Translations:
Ethuil – late spring
meldir – my friend (male)
melethen – my love
lirimaer – lovely one
meleth – love
seron vell – beloved
féa – soul
hannon le – I thank you
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