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Too Much
Disclaimer: this installment is for the sole purpose of entertainment both the author and the readers.
I do not intent to make money of it, so please don't sue me.
All characters unless noted otherwise are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien.
It's Tolkien's fault. Had he given us more female Elves to work on....
As it is we must deal with what we have - not that we care. :-))
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: In the wake of Elrond's council solitary Erestor finds a new love ....and an old one returns unexpectedly.
Slight SM, lots of drama and some sex. Be warned and prepared...
Author's note: this is the result of an RPG, so not solely written by me but by Lady Phoenix as well.
Archieve: as long as we know: yes.
Feedback: YESSSSSS! It keeps us going!
Pairing: Erestor/Lindir, Erestor/OMC
Soaking wet he made his way inside, determined to find a way, not to let Lindir die because of his own foolishness. Without knocking he entered his rooms, leaving a wet trail in the halls.
Daerdion looked up from the volume he'd been idly leafing through, and his eyes widened in alarm. "'Restor, you're soaking!" He feel into the role of protector without thought and brought towels, beginning to strip away Erestor's tunic automatically.
Erestor dried off his face, a smile on his face. It felt incredibly good to have Daerdion fret over him. The elf felt only slightly uncomfortable with his marred torso bared and he quickly covered himself out of old habit.
"Falling ill yourself will help nothing," Daerdion reminded his husband firmly as he began to towel off dripping strands of raven hair.
"We don't get sick, love. My clothes may take more harm from it than I." Erestor reminded Daer gently. //nay, we don't...except for the fading-disease.//
"There is illness beyond the physical as you well know," Daerdion returned without hesitation. "Do not think that even long absence could make me blind to your heart.
//Ai, Daer' there was a reason why I fell for you!// Erestor blinked away a tear. Merciless as Daerdion was on the battle-field, the warrior kept a very tender core carefully sheltered yet open for Erestor to see.
Finally Daerdion ventured softly, "How does the bard fare?"
"Aiya! He will not live. I just dealt him the final blow." Erestor was glad he faced away from Daer, so his husband would not see the deep pain the subject caused him. "He'd rather die than not be bonded. there is nothing I could do..."
Had Lindir agreed to accept another solution, Erestor would have ventured to discuss this with Daer. If Daer were willing and could come to like Lindir, maybe some kind of ménage a trois would have been possible. But to his utter grief would Lindir choose death over anything less but a bond.
"That hardly sounds like you, 'Restor," Daer whispered gently. With one hand he firmly turned his husband to face him. "If the bard is so badly off as you say, then surely he is not thinking clearly. And something to upset him so greatly... Perhaps time is needed?"
"But time is the sole thing he has not!" Erestor exclaimed. "He is fading and doing so with an unknown speed, Daer'. He IS dying and for some reason I don't understand I seemed to keep him alive..." Erestor was frustrated. He had not wanted to discuss this with his husband, yet Daerdion had steered him directly towards the matter. //he has always done so, you should have known better.//
Erestor walked to the bed and slumped down on the soft mattress, inviting Daer with a pat to follow.
Though he did not wish to share his husband's love with anyone, Daer wished even less for Erestor to suffer so. //How well would he survive if the young one were to die?// "Indeed in his place... It is no easy thing being asked to share your love. Surely he would rather do that than live even the last of his days without it, though."
"The way you say this..." Erestor shook his head, "you make it sound as if love was like a loaf of bread and when you share it, there is less for each. Tell me, melamin:" Erestor searched Daer's face, a calloused hand cupped his husband's cheek. "Is that what you believe, what you feel? That I love you less because of him? That I would be less loyal, less passionate or less caring? Do you feel that I am failing you, my beloved husband?" Erestor did not believe so. He did not love those two elves less than he would have done with one of them!
"Nay, that is not what I believe." Daerdion smiled faintly at his husband. "I am no inexperienced youth though you seem to forget it. It is only that you do not see at times how precious you are. When one holds a beautiful jewel, even showing it to another is sometimes difficult. To give it away..."
He trailed off with a sigh. "But, then, it seems there is a bond between you and Lindir already. I do not know how this has come about, but if his life depends on you, surely you cannot turn from that duty even if he fights it."
With some difficulty, Daerdion suggested, "You must give him what strength you can. I will not pretend that this is easy for me, but I also will not stand in the way of healing. If you think that it would be less difficult, I will speak to the bard myself."
Erestor knew this came hard on Daerdion. "You are still the most amazing elf I've ever met!" he said lovingly, pulling Daer into a tight embrace.
"I would be very grateful if you'd try to talk some sense into Lindir, I seem to be a bit too biased." after a moment he ventured "But don't stay away for too long, you have duties to perform that cannot wait much longer." Erestor shivered with a pleasant wave of warmth spreading through his body.
"Of course." Daerdion rose, too nervous to catch the innuendo. His stomach fluttered at the thought of speaking to the creature who held his husband's heart as well. Soon enough he was standing before Lindir's door and knocked gently.
"Come," the soft response from within sounded.
Even the voice of the elf was somewhat pathetic, and Daerdion felt a jolt of sympathy. He pushed the door open and the warrior's brow furrowed at the sight of Lindir's slight, pale form against the sheets. The ragged wound lay exposed by the light shift falling from the bard's shoulder. //The poor thing...// Daerdion moved slowly over to Lindir's bedside. "Erestor thought it might be well if I spoke to you."
Lindir's eyes widened when he realized the identity of his visitor. "You... you are..."
"Daerdion." He inclined his head, bowing slightly out of respect. "Forgive my intrusion. I only felt that you should know the pain that Erestor's suffers. He loves you. I am thankful that his heart still beats for me... but it beats for you as well. You are falling from this world and into shadow, and I do not know if he can survive it. No, do not speak. There is no need for it now. Save your strength and speak to Erestor when he comes to you in the morning. He would welcome any word from you, most of all assurance of your love." Without another word, Daerdion spun on his heel and walked from the room, leaving Lindir alone once more with his thoughts.
~~~
When he stepped back into their room, Daerdion smiled at his husband. "He listened. I do not know if he truly understood, but he listened."
Erestor was utterly relieved. "Well, you have quite a reputation in making people do your bidding. Was a dagger enough or did you need your sword to make him?"
The Counselor had changed into a light robe and combed his damp hair to give a hopefully good impression. He was nervous when he now stood facing his husband, his eyes shining with love and expectation as he offered his hand.
"Beloved. Hervenn." On the nightstand were placed a ceremonial dagger, a small wooden bowl, to catch their mingling blood, and a vial with oil he had taken pains in finding one discretely. "We do not NEED this but I would want to reaffirm our bond, if you agree?"
"Ah... of course." Daerdion took off his outermost robes. The warrior wore only a pair of leggings and soft leather boots with that done. A network of scars canvassed his muscular chest, but he seemed unashamed of its look.
"You are still just as beautiful as I remembered you, Daerdion." Erestor smiled.
"My love, how could I deny you anything, especially when it is what I desire as well?" He stepped closer and then sat on the edge of the bed only to pull off his boots too. "I do not have words to speak of my love. I never have. We are warriors after all, and far more prone to action than dialogue, yes?"
"You don't need words, your actions speak loud and clear, beloved." Although Erestor felt comfortable in the presence of his husband, he was not as confident about his body. Biting his lip, the Counselor finally shrugged off his robe and slippers, standing in nothing but a loincloth.
By then, Daerdion stood naked. He had worn nothing beneath the discarded leggings and stood without shame before Erestor. Though he sensed Erestor's misgivings about the new scars, the new map of heroics over the man's skin, Daer only thought him beautiful. Had the moment between them not been so serious, he might have let desire get the best of him and tasted the skin his lips itched to re-learn.
Reaching for the dagger he cut his chest directly above his heart, catching a few droplets in the small bowl before he handed both to Daerdion. Soon he would taste the coppery tang of their mingled blood, would their bond be reaffirmed.
Daer repeated the motion with a smile and watched as the crimson flowed into the bowl before holding it out to Erestor. He remembered well their first bonding. It had been quiet too, serious but passionate, and they had fallen upon each other afterward with the fervor of new lovers. //We are that no longer... but certainly it has been far too long.//
Like at the first time Erestor felt an immense surge of happiness tinged with pride at the fact he'd been chosen by Daer. He sipped at the bowl, crimson staining his lips, liquid metal trickling onto his tongue before he held it out again.
He could feel their ancient bond throb with power as the magic of its renewal started to work.
"Yours, forever." he whispered.
Erestor's eyes were fixed on Daerdion's body. Ai, how he hungered for him! Already his arousal got the better of him at the sight of the elf he had shared many passionate nights with.
Daerdion drank the rest of the blood. It was metallic and tangy in his mouth, and he set the bowl aside when he'd finished. For the first time in what seemed like forever, he felt whole again. "Love..." Without hesitation, Daerdion dove forward and crushed Erestor's body to his own. The man was more than powerful enough to prove at least an apt match for Erestor's strength if not better him. Eagerly Daer's tongue drove into his husband's mouth as if to share the taste of the blood that bound them.
Erestor groaned when their hard bodies crushed against each other and responded eagerly to the kiss. Beyond the blood laid the taste of his lover's, a taste he had never forgotten and so long craved. His strong, rough hands slid across the muscular planes of Daer's back and tangled in long tresses of dark hair. Although the Counselor kept sparring on horseback whenever he had the time, his duties inside the house often kept him from doing so. He was no longer quite as firm and well-trained as was Daer. But he still enjoyed the rough hands, the display of strength and they dueled like in old times for the upper hand in their play until they fell onto the bed, laughing.
"'Tis going to be a very luxurious night - we even have a real bed this time. Ai, you feel wonderful, melethron!" Erestor rubbed his body along Daer's before he bowed to nip at a nipple. They had always been wild and rough in their lovemaking, as if every second could have been the last.
"A rare treat indeed." Daerdion rolled Erestor over onto his back and looked down at the elf as if seeing him for the first time. "It seems you have grown more beautiful since last I saw you, melda..."
"Do people know what a sweet liar they have in their ranks?" Erestor smiled back, being thankful that Daer would not give in to pity, that his husband would let him wear those scars as marks of a triumph, no matter how bitter.
He cupped Erestor's face briefly and then stole another kiss. At the same time, one rough hand snuck between their bodies to give Erestor a squeeze through the thin bit of cloth that still covered him.
A cry broke forth from Erestor's lips and he rocked his hips into the hand. He felt safe and loved in Daer's arms, knew that he could let go of the carefully exercised countenance and let show the savage warrior that once had been all he was.
"you make me whole, beloved." Long fingers threaded through Daerdion's mane until they suddenly fisted thick tresses and pulled the warrior's face towards Erestor's for another bruising kiss.
Daerdion returned the kiss with equal force. It was so easy, so smooth coming together with his husband once again. He almost ached from the sweetness of their passion whatver its fervor. A nimble tongue eagerly curled against Erestor's while the warrior tore away what little still covered his husband's body.
A breath later Daer lowered his body down against Erestor's and moaned into his lover's mouth at the sensation of it as he felt the elf's body melt against his again.
It was almost on instinct when Erestor's legs wrapped themselves around his lover's waist, hands sliding down Daer's sides, fingers curled against scarred skin, digging lightly into hard muscle.
His husband's body was in perfect shape, all hard muscles and supple skin, the hands rough in such intimately known way!
"Please, we have been waiting for so long....don't make me wait longer, Daer. Please..." Erestor hoped Daer would agree upon postponing foreplay.
"As if I could ever deny you," Daerdion responded in a breathless whisper. Indeed his own desire was far too advanced for many niceties. //We have time. We can share them later... go slowly...//
There had been times, he remembered (did he? vaguely, aye), when they had gotten together after desperate battles, so glad they both had survived that they had not even found the time to take off their armor. He laughed at the strangely blurred memory, remembering the rhythmical clanging of steel against leather.
"Laughing already? I have not yet begun." Daer smiled at the jest and grabbed some oil from the bedside. Soon slickened fingers were quickly loosening Erestor and lubing up his own cock. "It has been too long since I have taken you... I promise that you can have the honor next." Unable to hold back for more, Daerdion positioned himself and plunged forward with a groan. "Melda... my love... my..." Daerdion lost all thought as he slowly became one with his husband for the first time in what felt like an eternity.
Erestor's from tensed with the pain that was unavoidable after such a long time of abstinence and such curt preliminaries. Fingers dug deep into Daerdion's back as he threw back his head and regardless of consequences bucked upwards to meet his lover, welcome him home deep inside.
Daer groaned and met the thrust. He stayed his motion for a moment for both their sakes before he plunged ahead once again. "Perfect," he murmured to the bucking form of his husband beneath. It never failed to excite him having such control over the strong warrior, such power over Erestor's reactions.
Soon the pleasure was overriding any discomfort and he lost himself in the long missed sensation of being full, being complete - and pleasured beyond imagination. They met in a hard rhythm, so intimately known that his body did not need a single second to remember.
Daer was where he belonged, felt exactly the way he had always and did all the right things to him. Millennia of separation were being shoved aside with every powerful thrust of Erestor's husband's body.
Well-used to his lover's silence, Daerdion knew to look for other reactions. He watched instead the flush over Erestor's skin and the way his eyes squeezed shut with each rough stroke. "'Restor... I want you to feel this. Each move, it is all for you... for you, love..." A calloused hand slid down to wrap around Erestor's cock, and he pumped it quickly with each shift forward of his own hips.
Erestor had to remind himself of breathing, for he seemed to forget everything with the intensity of the sensations coursing through him. Daer's voice, rough with lust, speaking of his undying love soothed his soul and the calloused hand, firm around his cock finally undid him.
Sheltered in the honey-golden curtain of his husband's mane his body convulsed as he came and came, so hard it almost hurt, forcing a strangled cry from him as something snapped deep inside his existence.
~~~
He had not been alive all those years! Daerdion's return had reminded him of who he was: a warrior. The world had grown mellow during the third age, those battle-worn elves of old had become obsolete relics, suspiciously stared at, followed by disgusted whispers about forgotten rituals. Now Erestor's pride was awoken anew.
It had been the warriors whose cries and laughter reverberated in the very air of Middle Earth, whose sweat and tears and blood had soaked the grounds. They had always paid the price for the freedom of the peoples roaming this earth, and willingly so. There was nothing to be ashamed of! The new day would see him with returned pride - he would not hide any longer from foolishly oblivious stares and ignorant whispers from elves who had no idea of the cost of their comfortable lives, personal peace and freedom. The warriors were heroes, had always been and they deserved respect!
~~~
The sound of Erestor's laughter echoed through the room, a sound so pure of joy, so completely devoid of bitterness Imladris had not heard from him before.
"Cum for me, my beloved! Give me all you have." Erestor encouraged his husband to let go, to find release.
Daerdion smiled, the expression fleeting. He was too needy to worry long about how he looked and forged ahead, losing himself in the heat of Erestor's body. Finally Daer let out a hoarse shout and buried himself deep. An expression of utmost desire stole over Daerdion's features as he spent himself inside his husband.
Moments later, Daer curled up comfortably against Erestor's side and wrapped his arms around the familiar form. "Never again will I leave you. Not for long, in any case."
"I insist." Erestor chuckled quietly, then sighed "After all, you have come to guard our borders. The attacks will grow heavier and there is only a handful left here who still remember what war means. This age has been so peaceful - our kin has grown mellow. The heroes of today know how to strung a lute, not a bow." the subject brought back memories of the attack on the Great East Road and he prepped his head up on one elbow, toying with a strand of Daer's hair.
"Can you imagine an arrow piercing my mithril chainmail-armor?" Erestor gave Daerdion a short description of what had happened, the attacker himself and Elrond's diagnosis.
"Ah... I had wondered at the cause of his illness." Daerdion fell silent himself, lost in thought. He wanted the sweetness of their reunion to linger, but the bard was a troubling thought to him as well. No doubts lingered in Daerdion's mind that Erestor still loved him. Their bond affirmed, he felt comfortable in that at least.
Thoughts of Lindir brought back restlessness and a pang of guilt. //by the Valar, they even call me by the same name! they are so different and yet so alike. What shall I do?// The thought of the bard being alone and cold in the dark of the night hurt Erestor and his heart yearned to comfort the young one.
"Erestor... as much as I desire to hold you to myself..." Daerdion turned his husband's face toward him and smiled gently. "Lindir needs you more than I at the moment. If you wish to go to him, I will be here when you return. Tomorrow... tomorrow I would like to speak with him once more myself. Tonight, he should feel the same certainty I do about the constancy of your love."
Erestor wrapped his limbs around his lover. "You are the most generous, kindest and wisest elf I have ever met! I hope he will see that as clear as I do." still he was reluctant to leave, wanted to enjoy their reunion a bit longer. //you will have the rest of your eternity and Lindir needs to heal!// so he stood after a moment, brushing another kiss onto Daer's delicious lips. "I love you. I will never abandon you!"
TBC...
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