Author: WeepingNaiad
Part: 7/7 +Epilogue
Pairing: Gildor/Sídhiel (OFC), Gildor/Maglor
Rating: NC-17 for whole story
Summary:
This chapter is dedicated to the lovely Hareatic. She knows why!
internal thoughts be in italics
Chapter 7:
Iavas, Edge of Eryn Vorn, 141 F.A.
When Maglor showed her to the bedroom, she glanced around the cozy room. There was no door, so that the heat from the fire could reach the recesses of the room. As they moved, small motes of dust swirled in the air, glinting in Ithil’s beams from the skylight. She was surprised at the bed which nearly filled the entire room; expecting it to be small, it was instead, large, and covered with a warm woolen comforter in dark, jeweled colors.
Frowning, she turned to Maglor, “I should not take your bed… the furs before the fire will suffice.”
“Sídhiel, just rest. We will be comfortable. If you truly plan to leave in the morning, then you need as much rest as you can get. Here you will sleep well.” The dark elf embraced her once more and kissed her forehead. He pulled the comforter down and gently pushed her toward the bed. “Goodnight, my lady.”
Tugging once again at the rough tunic, Sídhiel decided that it would be warmer than nothing, so she climbed into the bed and pulled the coverings up to her chin. The softness of the sheets astonished her as she sunk into the comfortable bed, a sigh of delight escaping her lips. When she turned on her side and breathed in, a familiar scent wafted over her. Gildor had rested his head upon this pillow, for it smelled of him. The scent was warm and comforting; she burrowed her face into the pillow, wrapping its familiarity around her and was soon asleep.
Faron shook his head, only stopping his pacing to survey their small camp with briefly swept glances. He had always been a patient elf, but now waiting had grown painful. The memory of Doron, his grey eyes laughing, danced in front of the captain’s eyes. An acute longing was his ever present companion now that he had acknowledged his feelings and desires. Unfortunately for Faron, the object of those affections was far removed from him. It was the most uncomfortable he ever recalled being. At least I now understand the Lord and Lady better. No wonder they would argue but could never stray far from each other.
Two warm bodies snuggled together before the fire, one lost in thought, the other wanting to know why he was being ignored. Finally Gildor could take it no longer and moved on top of Maglor, pressing his lover down into the furs. In surprise, flint grey eyes flashed up to meet light grey. “Why are you not touching me, or talking to me? Have I angered you? Please tell me what is wrong. I do not like silence between us.”
Maglor moved to turn them both onto their sides, his strong arms wrapped around Gildor, wanting to reassure his lover. “Pen valthen nín, you have done nothing… I was only thinking of Sídhiel. She insists upon leaving in the morning. I am simply unsure if that is wise.” The dark elf leaned forward and brushed his lips tenderly against Gildor’s.
Gildor’s response was immediate as he deepened the kiss and bucked against the dark elf’s hips. He was already aroused and wanted more, so much more, and did not understand why he could not have it. It had only been a week, his long denied desire had no chance to be sated and the flames that burned hot within him whenever Maglor was near, had not cooled. “Let us not speak of her any longer… I want you… need you.” The blond tangled his hands in dark hair and pulled his lover close, nipping at the full bottom lip, teasing it with his tongue.
As much as he wanted to honor Sídhiel’s pain, his own desires were not easily denied, especially with an exuberant Gildor giving ideas to his nether regions. He groaned as he felt the strength of the blond’s need rubbing against him, and felt himself respond in kind. Before either knew what was happening, Maglor had stripped Gildor’s shirt from him and was caressing and rubbing the suddenly chilled flesh. There was nothing more sensuous than the blond’s movements and vocalizations when he was being touched, licked, and nibbled by the dark elf. Both ellyn were quickly engulfed by their unquenchable desire.
The shadows surrounded Sídhiel and there was no way forward that was not bleak and grey. With each step she took, the light behind her grew dimmer, her heart quailed and she stopped. As she turned, the visions behind her changed from warm spring days spent laughing with her family in Imladris, to long weeks traveling with Gildor, his teasing laughter warming her heart, until the last vision was of Gildor standing upon the shores of Middle-earth waving, as she drifted away from him in a white ship.
Her heart shattered at leaving him and she took a step backward, further into the darkness, and fell into the void. Starting, Sídhiel awoke and sat up. Her heart was pounding and she was panting lightly. Once she recalled her environs, she realized it had been a dream, nothing more. She pulled her knees to her chest and rested her cheek upon them. Sleep would not be forthcoming again and she resigned herself to waiting until daybreak, so that she could leave this place and walk away from her heart forever.
The half-elf’s eyes fluttered and closed, and she found herself drifting, her thoughts were a jumble and nothing coherent was coalescing in her mind. Soon soft sounds whispered past her ears and into her consciousness. Recognizing the noises, she felt drawn to them and threw back the covers. Before she knew what she was doing, she was standing in the doorway, watching as Maglor worshiped Gildor’s lithe form. As she stood, enrapt by the scene before her, she was transfixed, for the dark elf was adoring in his attentions to the blond.
Sídhiel stared, having never seen anything so sensual and compelling before. It was beautiful, as the dark hair slid along the plains and valleys of Gildor’s torso while Maglor was laving attention there. Watching the blond squirm and hearing him moan set her aflame, until he arched his back and cried out as his arousal was enveloped. To keep from calling attention to herself, she brought a fist to her mouth. Panting lightly, she leaned against the doorframe trying to stay still, but it grew harder to stay away as the scene became more intense. Finally, sudden realization dawned on the half-elf. She would never again have the opportunity to be with Gildor. That thought saw her begin to move forward until she was at Maglor’s side.
Maglor opened the vial and poured some oil into his palm. Though they had made love frequently, he still would not harm Gildor. His lover was too precious and everything felt so fragile that he did not wish to simply rut around in blind passion; he would make love to the blond. As he pressed a finger inside the clenching passage, he felt a touch on his shoulder. Startled, he turned and his eyes met deep blue, almost black ones, glinting in the firelight. Sídhiel knelt there, her face open, revealing all of her vulnerability and desire.
She whispered words that were barely audible, but their intent was clear. “Maglor, may I join you? One final time?” The second son of Fëanor was stuck by the need and anguish in those words. From the first time he met those eyes of deepest blue, Maglor had been intrigued. After questioning her and then learning her full tale, he felt guilt, yes, but he also felt protective, concerned, caring, and no small measure of desire for this Peredhel. It had happened so fast, but on reflection, the same had occurred with Gildor. The idea of her joining them set sparks down his spine. The question now was what did Gildor want and would he agree?
The blond had been lost amidst a sea of pleasure as his body was played like a fine instrument, Maglor well knowing each place that drove him mad with need. He was relaxed and ready as he began to be prepared until suddenly those long fingers stopped moving. Opening his eyes, he was surprised to see Sídhiel next to Maglor. She still wore naught but the dark elf’s old tunic, which had slipped off one shoulder. Her tousled hair revealed that she had just moved from the bed and her reverie. The flush creeping across her face had an obvious cause and it excited Gildor that he could be the reason. As she licked her lips, her heavy lidded eyes turned and met his gaze. In that moment, though no words were spoken, he knew what she wanted and he desired it as well.
Maglor leaned in to kiss Sídhiel, knowing that Gildor was watching and remembering their earlier conversation about her. Her lips were soft and sweet. She was pliant as she leant into him. He broke the kiss, which left his lips tingling. Moving swiftly, he bent down and claimed the blond’s lips, offering the taste of Sídhiel to his lover. He knew Gildor wanted her, he could read it in the smoldering depths of his eyes, but he asked anyway, “She wishes to join us, to feel you move within her, while I move within you… do you desire this?” The blond gasped and he hardened further, if that was possible. The thought was incredibly arousing and he could not form a coherent reply.
Gildor nodded, his eyes moving from flint grey up to deepest blue. Something in those eyes resonated within him and he wanted to touch her and kiss those full lips. Gesturing to Sídhiel, he opened his arms and she complied after tossing off the tunic and baring herself to hungry eyes. Before she could move to straddle Gildor’s torso, Maglor wrapped his arms around her and pulled her hard against him. He plundered her mouth and thrilled at the moans that escaped her lips. When she pulled away, she was panting lightly, her skin flushed, her eyes dark.
When Maglor released her, she turned and straddled the blond’s torso. Strong arms clasped around her waist and pulled her down. As their lips met, she sighed and eagerly opened, allowing Gildor to taste all of her, his tongue chasing after hers. She was in heaven once again, her mate’s arms encircling her while he was kissing her. The half-elf melted against Gildor, who began to writhe as Maglor began to prepare him once again.
Gildor moaned into Sídhiel’s mouth when Maglor’s stroking fingers left him. The half-elf then felt warm, calloused hands tugging on her arse and she realized the dark elf’s intent. Breaking the kiss, she moved back and with Maglor’s aid, she slid effortlessly down upon the blond. A worshipful gasp left her lips simultaneously with Gildor’s. She was home.
As she arched up and slid back down, Gildor moaned. Maglor had slid into him in one slow stroke. The blond arched into the duel sensations, of being filled and filling. Sídhiel’s warm, moist depths welcomed him and he thrust upward and back. Soon, the trio found a rhythm and the sound of flesh upon flesh echoed through the small cottage. Maglor was ever the attentive and caring lover and he knew when Gildor was close. Instead of speeding his thrusts, he slowed and made them long and deliberate as he pulled Sídhiel up against him. The changed angle tightened the half-elf around the blond and his clenching threatened to cause the dark elf to spend too soon. Holding tight to his own release, Maglor reached down and began to stroke Sídhiel, feeling where Gildor entered her, the slide in and out matching his own thrusts. Their tongues tangled in a breath stealing kiss, and the blond writhed as he watched. His head spun as he felt fingers stroke him, as he was thrusting inside Sídhiel. All the sensations were becoming too intense and he felt his release begin to coil low in his groin.
As she was stroked and fondled, Sídhiel could hold off her orgasm no longer. The peak neared, her whole body tightened and then she soared, carrying Gildor, who brought Maglor with him. The three crested, and for a brief instant Gildor and Sídhiel both experienced intense pain as they were shattered and remade, the ecstasy of their newly formed bond erasing all memory of that pain.
The three elves’ fëar streaked through the heavens, bound as one, twining and twirling around each other amongst the stars. When they returned to themselves, Sídhiel collapsed, sated and boneless atop Gildor’s chest. Strong arms reached to hold her tightly while Maglor removed himself and toppled to the blond’s side, his leg thrown possessively over the others’. Once some capability for thought returned, she realized where she was and what had just happened. Sídhiel tried to move away, but Maglor caught and held her. The intense joy she felt mere moments ago only served to remind her more acutely of what she was walking away from on the morrow.
Tears slid down her cheeks as sobs threaten to burst from her lips. She struggled to get away, but was held fast. The dark elf tugged her to him and pressed her close, allowing her to hide her face. Maglor was once again shielding her within his embrace, letting her cry as she needed. She felt herself drifting away, nothing tethering her to this place. Worried, she tried to gather her composure, but she could not. She felt as though she was becoming insubstantial and would soon fade into nothingness. Her eyes grew heavy and she rested her head against Maglor’s strong chest, the thrum of his heart soothing. As she drifted to sleep, lulled there by desperate need, she heard her name.
The intensity of his orgasm left Gildor momentarily stunned. He was certain he felt a brief moment of pleasure so intense that it felt like pain, as though he was being torn apart, reshaped, and reformed, but he shook his head. That was impossible. That would mean that he was bound to Maglor… and Sídhiel. That name lingered in his head, reverberating, echoing until there was nothing except those three syllables. Gildor’s eyes flew open, and he bolted up. Sídhiel! Oh, Gods! His lover, his friend, his mate was leaving!
“Sídhiel?” With a gentle touch he tried to get the sobbing half-elf’s attention. He remembered all of it now, but how had he come to have no memory of the one who held his heart? “Please look at me.”
Maglor watched the emotions flash across Gildor’s face. The blond remembered. He smiled at that, but he worried for what would happen now. Would he be alone once again?
The soft call which contained so much emotion, registered, and Sídhiel turned her tear streaked face to Gildor. The expression there caused her to gasp aloud. He remembered! When he opened his arms, Maglor released her and she threw herself at her mate, her heart flying.
Gildor clasped her tightly and buried his face in her neck breathing in her scent, which now mingled with his own and Maglor’s, creating a heady concoction that had his head spinning. He whispered soothing words into the riotous curls and rubbed his hands down her sides and back. Maglor pressed himself into Sídhiel’s side and wrapped his arms about them both, desperate to keep the connection that he had just gained.
Gildor had questions and wanted answers, but Sídhiel’s response was quiet. “Nay… morning… talk… hold me.” She was happier than she had been in far too long. The toll of two decades of travel and searching, and then the last week’s painful reality had completely exhausted her. Now she could not resist sleep any longer; her body was sated and warm and she was encircled by strong arms. Reverie quickly swamped her and she was lost to dreamless sleep.
Maglor reached to push silken golden strands from Gildor’s forehead. Their eyes met and their love and devotion shone brightly. “Shhh. We have time now, meleth. Sleep.” As their arms entwined, sleep quickly claimed them both and they joined Sídhiel in reverie.
Lord Irmo stood over the trio and smiled, the first genuine smile he had shown in a few weeks. He had been so angry with Estë when he learned what she had done, but looking down on the bonded mates, he knew he would have to accept that her way had worked where his had failed. He sighed. He did not relish returning and listening to her crow about this, even though they would probably end up in bed enjoying each other throughout the night.
Sídhiel awoke and took a moment to remember where she was. As her eyes fixed upon Gildor’s sleeping visage, a huge smile lit her face and joy bubbled up inside her almost to overflowing. She lifted a hand to her mouth to keep from waking her lovers. But she could not refrain from caressing the blond’s face. At the soft touches, light grey eyes returned to awareness and blinked to clear them. A bright smile met the sleepy eyes and Gildor covered her hand on his face with his own, leaning into the gentle touch.
As he began to speak, Sídhiel pressed a finger to his lips and shook her head as she whispered, “Shhh… do not wake Maglor.” When Gildor kissed her finger, she had to kiss him back. His pink lips were soft and inviting and after thinking she would not ever have this chance again, she was not going to waste time looking back.
Marveling at how differently things had turned out than she imagined just a few short hours ago, Sídhiel snuggled into Gildor’s side and felt Maglor shift against her. She was warm, but not only physically, she was complete. The half-elf breathed deeply and began to speak, wanting to convey to Gildor so many emotions. “I believe I understand now why you could not forget Maglor. He is so much more than I could ever have imagined.”
Gildor turned his head and looked at the two dark haired bodies. He wondered how this had happened, but he did not dare voice his concerns. He feared that he would wake and be alone, having lost them both. It was a deep-seated insecurity and the one that had kept him guarding his heart for so long. He feared being abandoned. Shifting, he turned on his side and pulled Sídhiel close while reaching for Maglor. “How is this even possible, Sídi?”
Meeting his eyes, she softly answered, “You belonged to him and he to you. It was meant to be.”
“You know of what I speak. How are we three possible?”
“I know not, meleth nîn. I only wish for you to be happy, that he makes you thus, fills my heart. That I can share in it with you and have found another, was beyond my imagining.” Her eyes sparkling, she quirked her lips and teased, “Should we move to the bed for another round?”
Gildor nuzzled her neck and laughed lightly, “I thought you were sleep deprived, meleth.”
She giggled, “I think my deprivation from you is far more severe.” Unable to contain a large yawn, she covered her mouth before continuing, “But rest does seem to be calling most insistently. Just hold me?”
“With pleasure, my sweet.”
Sídhiel sat leaning against a tree at the edge of the clearing; the chill of the morning was slowly giving way to Anor’s heat as she watched her two lovers spar. Though her sword fighting skills were non-existent and the long knives that others used were beyond her ability, she had learned much from watching her Adar as he trained new recruits. Knowing Gildor’s skill with his sword caused her a few moments of anxiety when they began, until Maglor demonstrated that he was equally, if not more, capable.
It was an intense session and Sídhiel found herself breathless with fear more than a time or two. The skill of the two ellyn was extraordinary, as neither managed to skewer or behead the other time and time again. They were well matched and their grace and power was exhilarating to watch. When they both finally relented and the two shirtless elves walked to her side, she quickly stood to offer each some cool water. Her heart was pounding in her chest and it no longer did so from fear, but from the vision of the two of them, both sweaty and aroused.
Throughout his long years, Maglor had indulged his physical needs on occasion, but usually with females, because most human men did not entice him. Now that he had Gildor again and Sídhiel as well, he found himself insatiable and was often powerless from his desire. The long sparring session had left him completely mindless with lust, and Sídhiel’s flushed cheeks and darkened eyes had him near to losing control. Suddenly Maglor had her pinned to a tree, pressing his muscled body against hers as he whispered huskily in her ear, “You obviously like what you see… what is it you want?” His need was strong and it took much restraint to keep from simply throwing one or both of his lovers to the clearing floor and ravishing them.
Gildor felt the passion as well and pressed his body against Maglor’s back while they both waited for her answer. Sídhiel trembled, but not from fear. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes, now dark as night. When she answered, her voice was steady but low, “You...” Her eyes locked briefly with each pair. “Both of you… at once.” If it was possible, the tension in the clearing rose to a fever pitch as Maglor gathered her up in his arms and pivoted into Gildor for a soul searing kiss. Sídhiel was between them and wrapped her arms about their necks as they plundered each others’ mouths. She leaned up and joined the kiss, demanding entry. It was not gentle, nor tender, but served to stoke the fires in them to new levels, and all were panting when they finally pulled away.
Before she realized what was happening, Sídhiel was on the bed having her clothes removed as she and Gildor embraced and kissed. What was to come had her shivering with anticipation and need and she was an easy accomplice to her ravishment. As she lifted her hips to allow her leggings to be tugged off, she bumped up against Gildor’s arousal. His groans at the contact made clear that he was as aroused as she. Soon they were naked and she was pressed firmly between two strong bodies, both grinding against her. Their combined heat grew in intensity and soon they were engulfed in flames of passion. She found herself straddling Maglor and sunk gratefully down upon him. Both moaned in contentment as she leaned in for another breathless kiss.
“So good… so sweet,” he murmured against her lips and thrust lightly up into the wet heat.
She felt cool liquid pour down her cleft and shivered. Maglor felt her tremble and ran strong hands along her sides and back, to soothe and calm. “Shhh… breathe with me, meleth. Relax.”
Sídhiel felt herself calming and she easily relaxed as her lips met Maglor’s. She closed her eyes and felt Gildor preparing her. Breathing with Maglor and staying calm, she was soon ready and felt warm hands upon her hips. As she was breached, she gasped and her eyes flew open to meet dark grey ones filled with love. As Gildor slowly filled her, Maglor shifted and all three moaned aloud in complete wonder. When both shafts filling her touched, they groaned, “Gods!”
Her head spun and soon Gildor was thrusting into her, meeting Maglor’s every upward push. She was rocking on her knees with each stroke, groaning at the sensory overload. Intense sensations exploded through her when Gildor reached around and began to touch her, stroking in rhythm until they were a single unit moving together, a concert of moans, sighs, groans, and movement. Sídhiel felt filled beyond imagining and the upward climb had many peaks, each one short and intense, but never a complete fall, as each served to propel her higher until finally her entire body tensed and she shattered, shouting her completion as every muscle clamped down and she fell, insensate for a moment. Her orgasm was so intense, that coupled with the tightening of her body, both ellyn came at the same exact moment.
Every nerve ending screamed, it was so sensitive and Sídhiel twitched and tried to pull away, groaning, “Too much… too much.” Though both Maglor and Gildor were sated and boneless, they understood and carefully withdrew, still pulling a long moan from her lips. As she collapsed back onto the bed, Sídhiel felt a spark within, but sleep claimed her almost instantly and she thought no more of it.
Neither ellon wished to move, so they rearranged the tangle of limbs and hair and snuggled down, Maglor’s strong arms embracing all, as they too, drifted into reverie.
Faron paced the encampment down to shore. The waiting was harder than anything he had done before. Two weeks of idle time had come as an almost unwelcome respite, but the others had taken advantage and enjoyed their time, while he could only think on Doron and worry for him. The horses were allowed to run, while the other elves braved the cool surf and were now lying on the beach drying in the weak autumn sun. The captain smiled at them as he stared into the west. He had never felt the call, and had been more than eager to stay with his Lord and Lady, but as he stood staring, he felt it: the first stirrings of longing. Valinor. The feeling grew and he knew that it would eventually overwhelm him if he fought it. Luckily, they were no more than a year away from departing, no matter what happened. He prayed that their party would leave this place whole.
Sídhiel found herself pleasantly warm and relaxed in the hot spring as she sat on the side of the pool and watched Gildor and Maglor wrestling to see who could dunk who. Her eyes softened and she lifted her face to Anor, allowing it to caress and warm her. Suddenly she stiffened, it had become far too quiet. They were up to something, but she was too late. As she opened her eyes, she was grabbed and tossed into the depths of the pool amid loud laughter.
Spluttering with indignation, she surfaced and glared at her lovers. “You two behave like elflings!” A full pout formed, “I was so comfortable!”
Maglor laughed and swam up behind her, wrapping arms about her while pressing their bodies together tightly, as he whispered sensuously, “No elfling could make you feel as we do, melethron.”
Arching back against the tight embrace, she glared playfully at Gildor but moaned at the look in his eyes and suddenly she was overwhelmed. “Aye, I love you both so much, damn you!” Maglor pulled her head back for a soul searing kiss while her blond lover marked her neck. She was dizzy when they released her, and the world swam as she was crushed between two strong needs when they began devouring each other. Breathless, she did manage to gasp out, “Not here. My back still aches from yesterday.”
The trio were soon on dry land, and though all were dripping and there was a chill in the autumn air, they cared not. Sídhiel was quickly thrown over Maglor’s shoulder as, laughing, they raced for the little cottage.
Cannith sighed. He and Doron had agreed, they would return together. It was no use attempting to gain entry into this place. The enchantment preventing them was too strong. Neither party had any success by the time they had met up on the opposite side of the forest. Though they were both in agreement, it was no less galling to his pride. He may not be a wood elf, but in the time that he had been traveling with this party, he had learned much and allowed himself to feel that he was at least fairly accomplished at wood craft for a Teler, but he had to concede he was defeated by a forest.
Doron had noticed Cannith’s mood, but he was eager to return to Faron and had already dealt with his own sense of failure. He knew the lady would never be upset with them and hated to disappoint the lord, but in his heart he knew they were together, so he was less concerned than he would have been otherwise. “All will be well, mellon nín, so do not fear. Let us return with the greatest of haste and maybe the Lord and Lady will be there waiting with Faron.”
As Sídhiel shouldered her pack, she turned back to gaze at the auburn haired ellon still standing in the doorway of the little hut; the cottage that had come to mean so much to her in such a brief time. Taking a deep steadying breath, she marshaled her emotions and began to follow Gildor, but she found she could not leave. Not yet.
Throwing the pack on the ground, and oblivious to Gildor’s shout, she ran back to Maglor and embraced him. “I will not beg you again, but there is something you must know before we leave.” Dark eyes looked down at her and the barest hint of a smile quirked his pale lips.
“What argument can you now give that I have not already heard countless times, from not only your lips, but from Gildor’s as well? Speak meleth nín, for your lord grows impatient to take his leave.”
Although he tried to hide it, she caught the flash of pain that was quickly hidden behind a perfectly impassive mask. “You must read me…” anticipating his refusal, she continued quickly. “Please? There is no other way for you to believe what I say… you will understand when you do.”
Even though he was sending Sídhiel away, Maglor could still refuse her nothing, so he relented to her request, even as he doubted the wisdom of his action. Leaning down, his forehead touched hers, and it became clear. Two fëar shared her body. She carried a son! No, not just a son, his son. Overcome with emotion, he staggered back and grabbed the door for support.
“What will I tell him, my lord? That you cared more for your pride than you cared for him? Stay here unto the ending of Arda for all I care.” Anger and bitterness crept into her voice. “But know this, you will have a son who deserves to know his father.” She turned away, unable to keep the tears from coming. “I know the pain of never knowing my parents. Would you do that to your son?” Strong arms reached for her, but she shrugged them off. “I want nothing more from you in this place… It is your choice alone. Do as you will. But you will always have a place with us.”
Quickly walking away, she reached to grab her pack as she passed it, and made her way to Gildor’s side. Sídhiel wiped the tears away and squared her shoulders; as she looked into light grey eyes filled with the same pain she felt, she knew they would manage to survive this, together.
Translations:
Iavas – autumn
Eryn Vorn – (dark forest) forest by the sea in western Minhiriath
Ithil – moon
pen valthen nín – my golden one
ellon, ellyn – male elf, male elves
fëa, fëar -- soul, souls
meleth – love
meleth nín – my love
Anor – sun
Adar – father
melethron – lover (male)
mellon nín – my friend
Teler – sea-faring elf