Erestor was quickly becoming exasperated. His hair would not cooperate this morning; he was having no luck getting the waves under control so that he could finish his braids. “Aí, I will just throw it in a single braid while we are riding. If we do not leave immediately, we will miss their arrival!”
As Erestor stood, Glorfindel quickly reached behind him and grabbed two flower shaped mithril clips. Once the dark elf was standing, the Elda simply eased each clip into the wavy hair and lightly tugged the hair back and locked the clips. Erestor pouted mightily that his unruly hair had been so effortlessly tamed by the warrior; an apt analogy for his heart as well. Glorfindel lifted his mate’s chin and took the pouting, full lips in a deep kiss. “You know I prefer your hair unbound, so I would do what it takes to keep it that way, morvír nín.”
Erestor smiled at his beloved, his heart filled with joy and light; he again wondered what he had done to deserve the golden warrior. “Come along then. I do not want to be stuck in the back.”
Glorfindel just smiled fondly at his mate as he followed him out of their bedroom. He, too, was excited to see their iell once again, but Erestor was beside himself at the thought that his family would once again be whole. The last century had seemed a little too quiet for his taste and he knew that Sídhiel would remedy that situation post haste.
By the time they arrived, the bells were tolling and the pier was rapidly filling with elves. The white sails were already visible on the horizon. Erestor and Glorfindel met up with Elrond and Ereinion as well as Celebrían and Lothon. Celebrían fairly vibrated with excitement. After finally coming to terms with the loss of Arwen, she now needed to hold her sons in her arms once again. Erestor hugged her tightly, and smiled brightly at her countenance. He was gladdened that she had recovered from the news that she would not be reunited with her daughter until the rending of Arda.
“Gwathel nín, how are you and the little one doing?” Erestor asked as he wrapped his arm about her waist, turned to lightly kiss her cheek, and gently patted her slightly swollen belly.
Laughing with a light, tinkling sound, Celebrían replied, “We are well, not even a hint of morning sickness or tiredness this time around.” Looking over at her mate with vast love and devotion, she continued, “Mayhap the air here in Valinor is conducive to easier child bearing. It does seem as though every elleth I see is heavy with child.”
At that moment, Erestor felt Glorfindel stiffen behind him. He turned to see what was wrong, and caught a glimpse of Galadriel as she imperiously strode through the crowds toward them, Orophin and Rúmil trailing apologetically in her wake. Before she neared, Erestor moved back in order to allow Galadriel to greet her daughter and to remove Glorfindel from her direct line of sight. Erestor always marveled at how Galadriel could so easily rile his usually unflappable mate.
“Naneth! I was not sure you could come today.” Celebrían greeted her mother formally, with a light kiss to each cheek.
“Nonsense, child. I would not miss my grandsons’ arrival for anything.” Galadriel was tall and towered over the elves in the immediate vicinity. As she glanced around, she glared icily at Glorfindel, and did not spare her former law-son nor his mate her baleful stare, either. She had always been fond of the darkling elf, though, and Erestor received a sweet smile.
Ereinion laughed at Glorfindel’s discomfort. “Come, meldir. Surely after all this time, that one still does not get under your skin.” Elrond elbowed Gil-galad to shut him up. “Oww! Why did you do that?”
Erestor smiled, and teased, “Elrond, I see that discipline is sorely lacking in your household. Mayhap you need to take Gil back and deal with him soonest. I am certain I could loan you… mpmf!” Before he could finish, his mouth was covered by Glorfindel’s hand, and sky blue eyes were glinting mischievously at him.
Glorfindel whispered in his ear, “Watch what you reveal, melethron. You might find the tables turned when next we ‘play’.”
Erestor shivered at Glorfindel’s intent. He then licked at one of the fingers still covering his mouth. As Glorfindel’s grip loosened, Erestor guided a finger into his mouth with his tongue and sucked on it forcefully. The warrior’s eyes widened at the sensual display. As Glorfindel pulled his finger away with an audible pop, Erestor smirked and said, “That is exactly my desire, meleth.”
The Elda groaned at his wanton husband, but he delighted in the promise in those brown eyes.
Legolas glimpsed the mountains peeking over the horizon as he leaned on the railing. “’Roh! ‘Dan! Come quickly! You can see Taniquetil now!”
Elrohir quickly walked to Legolas’ side and strained to see what he was pointing toward. Disappointed, he sighed. “Ah, for the eyes of the fully elven, meleth. I can not yet glimpse what you have seen.”
Thranduil strode up and strained to view what his youngest had seen. He had no better luck than Elrohir. “Worry not, pen neth, I can not make out what Legolas has seen, either. Mayhap he is teasing us?”
Elrohir put his arm about Legolas’ waist and moved closer, settling his head upon Legolas’ shoulder. “Maybe if I view things from this lower angle?”
Legolas tried to pull away, but his struggling instead turned him about such that his lips were aligned with Elrohir’s neck. He bit the exposed flesh lightly. Elrohir howled in mock pain and pinned Legolas’ arms to his side as he began to tickle the blond unmercifully.
Giggling, Legolas managed to gasp out, “’Dan! Please come save me from this wretch! ‘Dan!”
Elladan heard the joyful laughter of his mates, but he could not join them. He paced the aft deck, unable to give in to their joy, for his heart was heavy, laden with grief at the news that he must deliver.
Celeborn noticed Elladan’s pacing and went to comfort his grandson. He knew of the message that Elladan carried and did not envy him his task. “Elladan, try not to brood on this. You cannot change things by your misery.” Celeborn halted his grandson’s pacing by wrapping an arm about his shoulder. Instead of looking to the west and the rapidly appearing mountains, both ellyn looked east toward Middle Earth, contemplating all they had left behind.
When it became obvious that Elladan would not be drawn into their game, Elrohir stopped tickling Legolas. Once the blond regained his breath, the elf knight asked, “Whatever shall we do with ‘Dan, meleth nín?”
“I know not. We have all left so much behind and lost so many...” shaking his head at all the dear friends that were no longer with them, he continued, “and this is but a temporary state. It will all be well in the end. ‘Dan just needs to remember that.”
Looking up to the aft deck, Elrohir realized that Elladan was getting what he needed right now. He and Celeborn were standing together, their backs to the entire ship and, especially, to Valinor; there could not have been a more apt visual for how they were both feeling.
Círdan was first to step onto the pier; as he walked down the plank, a muted roar went up from the crowd. This eldest of the First Born had given so much to so many families, ensuring that their injured loved ones made it to the White Shores to heal; so that he was beloved by almost everyone, thus the large crowd on the pier. After Círdan’s understandable reception, the other passengers began to disembark. The first to follow was Galdor, Círdan’s loyal aide and longtime lover.
Gil-galad and Elrond moved forward quickly to greet Círdan and Galdor. They knew that Círdan already had a home in Tirion, but Ereinion wanted to spend some time with his foster father to get reacquainted after so many millennia apart. Elrond and Gil offered their home to the newly arrived pair while their home was being aired out and their belongings were being unpacked. Círdan graciously accepted. He, too, had been looking forward to catching up with old friends.
The parade of passengers continued as Glorfindel joined in chatting with Círdan. The Teleri had been the first to greet him on his return to Middle Earth from Mandos’ Halls, and they had been fast friends ever since.
Erestor was growing increasingly agitated as there was still no sign of Sídhiel. Glorfindel sensed his husband’s tension and moved to stand beside him. “Do not fret so. Knowing Sídhiel and the twins, they are probably plotting something even now. Relax. You will hold our iell in your arms again, soonest.”
Erestor attempted to quell his rising anxiety, but he could not. As the steady stream of elves continued, he had a gnawing in his gut that Sídhiel was not on this ship. Never having been one with the gift of foresight, Erestor had no idea where the insight came from, but, nonetheless, it continued to strengthen, and he grew increasingly certain that he would not hold his daughter again.
Celeborn strode gracefully down the plank, and his arms were immediately filled with his laughing daughter. He picked her up and twirled her around, only stopping when he realized that her waist was thicker than he expected. Upon setting her down, he glanced at her belly and realized that she was not only completely healed of her injuries, but she was pregnant by Lothon, her bonded soulmate. Celeborn felt warm tears of join slip down his cheeks. He had never dared to dream that his daughter would be so happy again. “Iell nín, you look positively radiant. I can see that Lothon has cared for you well these centuries. I am most pleased, pen vuin.”
She hugged him tightly again, and wrapped her arm about his while placing her other in Lothon’s. Glancing toward the gangway to see if Haldir would be joining them, she realized it would be awhile before the Marchwarden would be free from his brothers. “Ada? Where are my sons?”
Celeborn replied, “Never fear, they are on board and are well; there is some unpleasant news that Elladan must deliver. He has not yet gained the courage to disembark and give the message. Look, there they are now.”
The enormous crowds had begun to disperse and the chaos had died down somewhat. At that moment, three heads, two dark, one blond appeared over the railing of the ship. Elladan’s stomach knotted at what he must now do. He had put it off as long as possible, but they could not remain on the ship for all eternity. He would have to deliver the message. Steeling himself as though for battle, the elf warrior strode gracefully down the plank, followed by Elrohir and Legolas.
Before he could take two steps on the pier, he was hugged tightly and grabbed by both his parents. His joy at seeing his mother’s beautiful face full of light and laughter once again, quickly supplanted his previous mood. Hugging her tightly, he snuggled into her a moment before he realized that something was quite different about her. Pulling back and surveying her from arms’ length, he noticed that she was obviously pregnant. “Nana?”
Wrapping her arms about Elladan’s waist and pulling Elrohir to her, Celebrían replied, “Yes, melyth, I am going to have another iôn.” Unsure of the twins’ reaction, she continued, quietly, “Are you not happy for us? And for you? Do you not think this will strengthen the bonds of our family?”
Elrohir was the first to react for he was ever the rash one, ever prone to act before thinking. He hugged his mother tightly, and reached to clasp Lothon’s arm in approval. “Nana! Of course we are thrilled about this news. You just surprised us. In truth, we did not know what to expect. It never even crossed our minds that such joyous tidings could ensue.”
Elladan was surprised, but not displeased, for he could not remember his mother ever looking as happy as she did this day. It was at that moment that he realized how long she and his father had been trapped in their loveless marriage. He lightly kissed her cheek as he joined in the congratulatory hugs. “Nana, we are thrilled for you. It means so much to us that you are well and truly happy.” Turning to the fair haired ellon behind Celebrían, Elladan addressed his next words to Lothon. “Hannon le for taking such good care of our naneth. It is wonderful to see her so happy.” He, too, clasped Lothon’s arm in greeting. “Welcome to the family, Adar!” At that, the entire party laughed, glad that the tension had been eased.
Glorfindel held Erestor tightly against him to keep the darkling elf from running up the gangplank. “Stop struggling so. Let them have their reunion, then you can ask your questions. Our questions, meleth.”
Erestor realized that Glorfindel had him in a hold that he could not easily free himself from and that only strengthened his anxiety. The rational part of his brain was trying to calm his emotions so that he would not do something rash, but it was having little luck and Erestor was about to scream out in frustration when Elladan turned and met his eyes.
Freeing himself from his family, Elladan’s heart clenched as he locked eyes with Erestor. Steeling himself for the worst, he walked to the pair. Before he clasped Glorfindel’s arm, Elladan noticed that the Elda had his hands full restraining the advisor. Finally pulling free as Glorfindel relaxed his grip, Erestor stared into Elladan’s grey eyes and asked, “Elladan, where is Sídhiel? Where is Gildor? What has happened? Do you have news?” Glorfindel rested his hands on the dark elf’s shoulders, offering his strength and support.
Elladan’s reply was quiet and strained, “They did not sail with us.”
There was no response from Erestor, not one single word. His face froze, expressionless, as a growing numbness crept outward from his broken heart. Glorfindel felt the ice begin to claim his husband, and fearing the worst, he turned Erestor’s face to him, and kissed him, while murmuring against the unresponsive lips, “I love you, morvír nín. I am still here and have not left you. Do not leave me.”
The crowd of elves had grown completely silent at Elladan’s words, and none could take their eyes from the scene. Elladan continued as he reached into his tunic, “They gave me these… Please forgive me for bearing such tidings!”
Glorfindel turned to the Peredhel and took the offered letters and wrapped package. “Do not fear, pen neth, you are not to blame for the news you bring.” He sighed, but never released his grip on Erestor. “Hannon le for bringing these. Do you know why?”
Elladan shook his head. “Nay, truly I do not. It took me some time to come to grips with the news myself.” Turning to his twin, he asked, “Tôr? Do you have any idea why?”
Elrohir shook his head, “Not really. It was most confusing, as Sídhiel seemed excited when they arrived at the Havens, but something must have happened… I know not what. I do know they had quite a row that night. The next morning Gildor announced they were not coming with us and that was that. No reason or explanation was given.”
//Take me home, Fin. I need to leave this place.//
Glorfindel turned to his friends, and quietly spoke. “Please, do not grieve for us. Enjoy your togetherness and I will let you know how we fare.” Glorfindel and Erestor slowly walked away, their heads tilted towards each other.
The group of elves were subdued as they watched the pair leave. There were no words that could possibly comfort them at this moment. Celebrían wanted to run to Erestor and hug him tightly, but she did not, realizing that he needed to be alone with Glorfindel to find his solace.
Once the pair arrived at their large cottage nestled in the forested foothills, Erestor wearily dismounted and led Naurion into his stall in the small stable. His chocolate brown eyes met azure blue, and with no words necessary, the darkling elf was taken in a firm embrace and lightly kissed. As he relaxed into the gentle kneading of his back, the Elda deepened the kiss. //Meleth, we will get through this together. I suspect that their letters will reveal all we need to know. I love you.//
Erestor sighed at the tender ministrations. He again marveled at how fortunate he was to have Glorfindel at his side for eternity. Even though his heart ached at the thought that he would not see his beloved daughter again, he could at least take refuge in the knowledge that his golden warrior would always be at his side, supporting and loving him.
Once Glorfindel had managed to convince Erestor that it would be better if he ate something before reading the letters, dinner was over in short order. As Glorfindel finished cleaning the dishes, Erestor went to draw them a bath. Tipping copious amounts of jasmine and vanilla oils, two of Sídhiel’s favorite scents, into the bath, the darkling elf inhaled deeply as his thoughts drifted to memories of his iell...
Their first meeting, when she burst into the little cabin and looked at him so fearfully, as he was re-sheathing his knives; when she dared to lock he and Glorfindel into her bedroom. He smiled at that memory. How furious he’d been at her! The first Imladris Games, when she cheered him on to victory in two competitions. When she and Lindir had run away and joined a caravan of humans; his heart clenched as he remembered his fear of losing her. Then the bittersweet memory of her majority celebration… she was still so young and had become a beautiful young lady who he was so proud of, but it had hurt when she revealed that she would leave Imladris for Rohan in the spring. It was at that point in his remembrance that Erestor realized that from that day forward, Sídhiel had been steadily pulling away from him, setting all the events in motion that culminated with him being in Valinor and she not. He fell to his knees and wrapped his arms tightly around himself. He had not been prepared to lose her.
Glorfindel found him that way, and sank to his knees to hold his mate and comfort him. Crooning softly in the darkling elf’s ear, the Elda worked hard to pull Erestor from his misery. “Morvír nín, please… do not assume that she is never coming home. Let us read her letters first. Please.”
Stricken brown eyes looked into normally azure blue ones, darkened with pain, as Erestor whispered, “Fin? I... I am...” he sighed deeply, “I do not think I can do this.”
“Of course you can. We can, because we are together. Come, let us bathe in this water that will make us smell as though we have visited a brothel. Could you have used any more oil, vuin nín?” Glorfindel lightly teased Erestor, although he, too, enjoyed the aroma of Sídhiel’s favorite oils, if not quite in this almost overwhelming amount.
Erestor stood and began undressing, and even managed to smile slightly at the Elda’s teasing. “And just how would you know what a brothel smelled like? I thought you did not sample females, ever.”
Glorfindel chuckled as he stripped his clothes off and slid into the warm water, sighing as the heat relaxed his tense muscles. “I did not say I sampled the wares, but there was nothing to keep me from being the main course.”
Erestor gaped at his mate, completely shocked at this revelation, as he joined him in the water. “You... when? Why? After all these years, and I am just now learning this about you?”
The Elda smiled brightly, glad to have momentarily distracted Erestor from thoughts of Sídhiel. “You remember that I am an elf with... needs...” Glorfindel grabbed Erestor and pulled him into his lap, relishing the feel of the darkling elf’s silken skin rubbing against him, “and none but you have ever been able to quench the fire in me.” He kissed the ruby lips lightly, and continued, “So, of course, I would avail myself of whatever method was at hand to relieve my discomfort.” He shrugged. “One mouth is much like any other.” Seeing brown eyes narrow dangerously, he quickly amended, “unless it is your incredibly talented mouth upon me, meleth nín. To that, there is no compare.”
Erestor relented and moved away after lightly nipping at the Elda’s chin. Glorfindel watched, entranced, as the darkling elf submerged and pulled back up, flipping his wavy, ebony hair over his shoulders. Stray drops slid slowly down the firm chest, slipping idly by a small brown nub. The Elda licked his lips, he was so tempted to follow that water droplet with his tongue! “Gods! Erestor! The things you do to me!”
Erestor smiled innocently, “I? Do something to you? Whatever do you mean?” He then stretched languidly and lathered his entire body with a soapy cloth, before turning half lidded eyes to his leering mate. The dark elf loved feeling that possessive stare on him. “Wash my back... please?”
Glorfindel quickly grabbed the cloth and lifted the ebony curtain, gently placing it over Erestor’s shoulder. Reverently, he soaped the rippling muscles and began to massage them firmly, wresting soft sighs of pleasure from ruby lips. “Are there other muscles that require my attention?” Glorfindel whispered.
The Elda always knew what Erestor needed, whether it be soft, tender loving or hard, fast sex. Quickly turning so that his arousal was obvious, he huskily replied, “Oh, yes, melethron. There is one muscle in particular that needs your attention desperately.”
Glorfindel hungrily grabbed his mate and pulled the slick body against his chest, seizing ruby lips in a plundering kiss. Reaching out to the ledge, he groped for the jar of thick cream kept for this purpose, as this salve did not readily dissolve in water. Taking a small dollop of the viscous substance, he slicked the turgid arousal before him and began to see how quickly he could make the dark elf come undone. The blond had always been an attentive lover throughout his life, insuring that he never took his release before his lover, but Erestor inspired in him an overwhelming need to give pleasure for the sheer joy of holding the darkling elf’s sated and boneless form in his arms.
As Erestor moaned against his lips, Glorfindel continued long firm strokes while teasing brown nubs with the other hand. Reaching for another dollop of the cream, Glorfindel coated two fingers and after sliding Erestor up, reached under him and gently inserted one finger into the puckered opening. Erestor gasped, “Close…” That spurred the blond to insert another finger and aim for his love’s pleasure center. As he stroked the dark elf firmly, both inside and out, Erestor shouted his release and his milky essence coated their chests and stomachs. A satisfied smile appeared on the Elda’s face as Erestor collapsed onto him. He would never tire of giving his love pleasure. Taking a clean cloth, he gently removed the soap and stickiness from the pale skin, allowing his mate time to recover.
As the tender ministrations helped ease Erestor back to earth, he lifted his head from Glorfindel’s shoulder and stared, amazed, into azure blue eyes. “Gods, you so easily undo me, seron vell.” Those eyes twinkled at him and soft lips brushed against his forehead. “I need you, maethoren valthen. Love me?”
Glorfindel growled in response and captured ruby lips, nipping lightly. “I do, morvír nín, for all eternity. You are my heart and soul.” Reaching for yet more of the salve, the blond began to tease Erestor’s softened arousal. As he was coaxing the darkling elf back to hardness, he leaned down and nibbled lightly at brown nubs, and then up to the graceful sweep of Erestor’s neck, continuing up to a lightly pointed ear tip. Erestor began to writhe and moan at the sensations. Glorfindel used more salve and began to prepare his love with great care. Fin was determined he would be tender with his love for that was what Erestor needed at the moment.
As three well lubed fingers moved easily inside the tight passage, Glorfindel removed his fingers and, grasping Erestor by his firm globes, he stretched them apart as he lifted and then gently impaled the dark elf on his rock hard shaft. Both elves gasped and stilled, until warm chocolate brown eyes locked onto darkened azure blue ones, when Erestor began to slide up and down, taking himself on Glorfindel. As the awkward angle prevented Erestor from getting the greatest sensation, Glorfindel slid down lower and pressed his feet flat on the tub. He then pulled the dark elf down until he was completely engulfed in the white hot clenching sheath. Erestor’s back arched at the sensation, and the Elda was able to unerringly hit his pleasure sensation with each slide down. “Close... Touch yourself, meleth... Come with me.”
Erestor grabbed his still slick arousal and hissed as he brushed the overheated flesh. With long firm strokes, he was rapidly undone, his balls drawn up tight until they both climaxed together, their fëar joining and streaking through the sky as one. Erestor collapsed onto Glorfindel’s chest where he was held tightly, both elves needing the closeness as their fear separated, leaving them both breathless and slightly bereft from the loss of oneness.
As their breathing slowed, and their heartbeats returned to normal, no longer beating as one, Glorfindel brushed his lips over Erestor’s sweat dampened forehead. “I love you, seron vell.”
“I love you, too, meleth nín. We should probably leave this tub before the water gets any colder.”
The Elda chuckled quietly. “As you wish, but you may have to carry me. I do believe you have worn me out.”
Erestor playfully shoved Glorfindel’s shoulder as he tried to stand and step out of the tub, but he found, belatedly, when he ungracefully collapsed back down on the blond, that his legs were still too unsteady to hold him. Groaning as the dark elf fell on him, Glorfindel held Erestor gently. “Are you well?”
“Aye, I am most fine, just that it is most obvious that it is you that has worn me out.”
Smiling widely as he picked up the darkling elf and arose from the water, his eyes twinkling, he replied, “I live to serve.”
After drying, Glorfindel quickly sank into the large bed, and luxuriated in the coolness of the silky sheets and the press of the mattress against his tired back. He couldn’t suppress a loud sigh, and Erestor turned to watch him. Tossing the wet towels on the bathroom floor, the darkling elf joined his mate, sliding under the sheets to rub their bare skin together. “You are hurting, meleth?”
“No, but my back is most grateful for the bed. It has been a tense day.”
“Turn over then and let me see what I can do about that aching back.”
Reaching for the vial on the bedside table, Erestor poured some of the sandalwood scented oil onto the Elda’s back, causing a hiss from him as cool oil met warm flesh. “Shhh. I will make it all better.” He began kneading the tense muscles, rubbing and pressing each spot until he felt the tension ebb away from under his strong, sure hands. The Elda’s groans were quickly replaced by sighs of contentment as each tired muscle was massaged into putty.
“Hannon le, meleth nín.” Glorfindel rolled to his back and gathered the darkling elf in his arms and tucked the ebony covered head under his chin. “Shall we read the letters now, or do you wish to wait until the morning?”
“Being here with you, now, I have the strength. Let us see what our wayward child has to say for herself.”
As the first rays of Anor brushed his face, Glorfindel stirred, rubbing his eyes blearily. Reaching for his mate, he found only empty bed. Sitting up, he looked about their bedroom, until his eyes lit upon Erestor’s dark form staring out the window. “Meleth? It is early for you to be up. Come back to bed, I am cold.”
The dark elf turned, and walked slowly back to join his mate under the coverlet on the large bed. Glorfindel hissed as cold feet were placed under him and Erestor smiled, wickedly. “Oh, such lovely warmth.”
Adjusting them into his favorite position with his mate held fast in his arms and his head tucked under the Elda’s chin, Glorfindel smiled broadly. “How do you fare this morn?”
Erestor snuggled closer and held fast. “I am well. I dreamt of Gildor and Sídhiel being here with us.” A dreamy smile lit his face, as he said, “And there was something else in the dream…”
“Oh, really? And are you going to tell me or just leave me hanging here, wondering?”
“You were quite adorable actually.” Erestor teased.
“Me? Adorable? Whatever are you going on about?”
“We were laughing while watching your antics…” The dark elf was thoroughly enjoying drawing out his tale.
“Stop teasing or you will suffer for it.” Glorfindel began flexing his fingers against the ribs under his hand, threatening.
Erestor stiffened. “Aíya! Stop! I will not be able to finish if I am laughing.”
Relenting, the blond relaxed and pulled his mate back down against his chest. “Continue then, and be swift about it. You are wearing down my patience.” He huffed with mock anger.
“Very well. Even now the vision makes me smile and lightens my heart…”
In warning, the Elda growled.
Erestor sighed, but continued. “You were crawling through the salon, your hair and clothes were a mess and you were giggling.”
“Giggling? I do not giggle.” Glorfindel interrupted.
Erestor looked up into sky blue eyes and smiled brightly, “Oh, but you did. And your prey giggled back.”
“Argh! You are trying to drive me mad! Just out with it, or the fingers of doom shall begin their assault!”
Laughing, Erestor relented. “You were crawling through the salon after a dark haired elfling, meleth nín. I am certain he was our grandson for Gildor and Sídhiel and another that I could not see were standing with me, thoroughly enjoying your antics, especially when you captured the babe and swung him about in your arms. Such laughter and light filled my heart. It is as though Lord Irmo himself was reassuring me that they are fine and we will have a growing family to look forward to.”
Leaning down to lightly kiss ruby lips, Glorfindel smiled. “Then we shall hang on to your vision and their promise to come to Aman as soon as their search is ended. Rest now. It is still early and I should like more sleep, morvír nín.”
As the soulmates drifted back into slumber, Lord Irmo smiled at his work, gladdened that he had delivered the needed message. He brushed ebony locks from the dark one’s fair face and disappeared.
Translations:
morvír nín – my dark jewel
gwathel nín – my sworn sister
naneth – mother
meldir – my friend (male)
melethron – lover
meleth – love
pen neth – young one
meleth nín – my love
iell – daughter
iell nín – my daughter
pen vuin – dear one
Ada – daddy
Nana – mommy
melyth – loves
iôn – son
morvír nín – my dark jewel
Tôr – brother
vuin nín – my dear
seron vell – beloved
maethoren valthen – my golden warrior