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HotGF Part 1
Author: Anu (anubeta@lycos.com)
Rating: R
Summary: Glorfindel's life, in his own words.
Warnings: Silmarillion-based.
Pairing: Glorfindel/Turgon.



Chapter Six:

By the time the first snows fell, it was I who was reading the book aloud and leaning on Ecthelion’s shins, while he braided my hair and helped me when I got stuck on some of the words. Even as I was learning to speak and to read from Ecthelion, as well as the virtues of friendship and honor; from Turgon I was learning statesmanship and horsemanship - the latter of which was much to my dislike.

When I had the words to tell them that I disliked horses because they reminded me of both men and wargs, Turgon seemed amazed that I had killed five of the beasts myself the year before he came for me. Ecthelion had his doubts, but I assured them it was true, and having learned honesty and truth from these two, they believed me in time.

Turgon also queried me endlessly over my oldest memories, those of my family. Beyond the hideous memory of burned buildings and dead silver eyes, there was enough quality memory left for him to determine that I may have been born in Gondolin during the time it was being built, or possibly in Dorthonion. He made guesses at my age, none of which I ever took to heart, saying ‘Turgon thinks me to be one hundred, so one hundred I am’. Thus I still consider myself as ageless, having grown up in a valley where there was no time or others.

Beyond the fact that he knew me to be an adult by how long ago I had been spotted by eagles less bold than the one who had borne him to my valley, we never pursued finding out anything solid of my past. It was enough that I was here, that I was alive, and that I was not alone.

I befriended Idril that fall, taking her out for walks and talking with her, and she allowed me to pursue her to get over my shyness. When the first frosts came we were the closest of friends, and it was with she that I shared my secret heart, and she shared hers with me. We were close friends, different from Ecthelion and I, for Ecthelion was Turgon’s friend before mine. It was she who taught me to understand familial relationships again, and without her kind patience I would never have understood. Somehow she knew how to tap into the long forgotten memories and call up the proper reactions and answers from me.

At the beginning of winter Turgon gave me my own set of rooms near Ecthelion’s, but I slept in his more often than not, despite his encouragements for me to get out and live on my own. At midwinter things came to a head when he stormed into the study where I was sitting alone, reading.

"Glorfindel."
"Yes?" I looked up from my book.

"You are to sleep in your own rooms from now on. People are beginning to talk. You are very beautiful, and it’s altogether too easy for rumors to spread that you are my consort."

I snorted softly, incredulous. "Mellon-nin, people would believe that? Of you?"
"Yes. I am not just a King, Glorfindel; I am a man as well. It would be entirely too easy to believe."

I hung my head. "I’m sorry." I apologized.

"Don’t be." He said, sitting next to me on another chair. "Perhaps it would help if you chose a lovely young man or maiden for company this winter? There are not many who would refuse you."

I just looked at him, confused.
"You don’t mean that...by the Valar Glorfindel, you really have no clue, do you?"
I kept up my steady gaze and raised a brow at his latest manifestation of odd behavior, genuinely ignorant.

He wrung his hands and got up. 'I’ll ask Ecthelion to...explain to you about...attractions and desires...all right?"

I stood as well. "What in Arda are you talking about, Turgon? I have no idea what you are referring to."

"Yes, well, um, ah, I know you don’t. That’s why Ecthelion is going to explain to you. As soon as I can find him." He replied, strangely edgy, and darted out the door before I could stop him. Shaking my head, I returned to my book and couch, concluding that Turgon was a genuinely strange man.

Ecthelion arrived within the hour, looking as dodgy as Turgon had. I felt like smacking him when he stuttered for the fifth time in a single sentence. I grabbed his arm and hauled him to Idril. If anyone could figure this out and explain it to me, she could. After patiently listening to Ecthelion’s stuttering version of what Turgon had asked, demanded and later ordered of him, she laughed.

Ecthelion fled and I was left in the capable hands of my closest friend to learn about the complexities of life. Needless to say, her explanation was thorough, brief and required no anatomical studies or demonstrations, and at the end of the hour I sat tied to a chair to keep from fleeing just as Turgon and Ecthelion had, quivering like a traumatized elfling.

"Why? Why?" I asked, near-sobbing. "That’s disgusting, why do they do it? Who would want to do such a thing?" Again she laughed, and gave me a discreet explanation of the pleasure involved in the act of reproduction, using my assumed self-releases as an example. Her explanation of same sex couplings was just as brief, and when she untied me from the chair to distract me with a brisk ride on horseback, I all but fled down to the stable, preferring my dreaded four-legged foes to ideas about simpering maidens.

By dinnertime I had forgotten most of the trauma of the afternoon, but at the meal both Turgon and Ecthelion avoided my eyes, embarrassed. Idril chattered to me about something mundane, like weaving or some such, but I was too busy picking at my food and trying not to think about the fact that Ecthelion and Turgon seemed as traumatized as I about the whole ordeal. I wondered briefly if Turgon minded his daughter having been the one to...explain things, but the look of relief on both their faces suggested otherwise.

As soon as the last course was done, I fled, as did the other two. Idril’s giggles chased us up the stairs, where we three fled in opposite directions, far less than dignified.

For a while the issue was carefully avoided, but Turgon was the one who brought it up again. We were out riding in the foothills when he said out of the blue "You know, if you get too lonely this winter you can always find yourself a companion." At my glare he said quickly "I’m just saying that because I want to be sure you know I have no claim over you."

I pulled even with him and looked at him out of the corner of my eyes as I said "What if I didn’t mind a claim over me by you?" He made no sign of having heard me, but I knew he had. He had been a good friend to me for a long time, and riding in the winter snow with him that day, I realized what I had meant in jest was really true. I wouldn’t mind in the least, anymore than that, I realized, I would like it. Probably too much.

I wondered vaguely if he returned my affections.
That winter I took no companion, and nor did he. It was as if we were testing one another, trying to guess at each other’s hearts without revealing our own. I spoke to Idril about it. As ever, she was full of good advice, which I took to heart. When the first buds appeared in spring, she suggested that I break the impasse.

I agreed, although it was against my better judgment, and for Idril’s sake I came to her on the day of the First of Spring and let her dress me for the feast. She trimmed my hair at the top of my hips; brushed and braided it out, then selected clothes for me of the extensive wardrobe her father had seen to that I owned. I asked her teasingly if she thought it was a bit strange that she was dressing up an elf much younger than herself to court her father. She hit me with the hairbrush and so I held my tongue.

I felt effeminate, having her dress me, but when she drug me in front of the mirror, I have to admit I looked good. My formal robe hung and fell just right, and I had finally gotten my new boots broken in. My hair shone in a long fall over my arms, and there was no trace of the wild clout-clad elfling left in the tall nobleman standing there in the mirror. I moved, and it was something of a shock to see myself as such a different person than I knew myself to be tucking his hair behind his ears, my habit even in wild years.

Idril appeared behind me, leaning on my shoulder. "You look wonderful. How can he not like you as you like him? Smile, Glorfindel, and you’ll have him." I looked uncertainly at her blue gray eyes in the mirror, apprehensive. She grinned. I worried.

Chapter Seven:

"No! Idril, I can’t go out there, please! The noble houses are there, and the people. I can’t!" I protested, hiding at the top of the stairs.

She scowled at me. "Get your ass out here Glorfindel, or I shall have to do something truly horrible to you in public with polite decorum."

I stepped forward, and hesitated. Hers was no simple threat; she both could and would do something horrible to me in public while smiling pleasantly and sipping wine, talking about this year’s harvests or about a new weaving pattern. "Now." Her tone was dark. Blushing, I leapt to her side and halfway hid behind her.

"You can’t escort me down the stairs hiding behind me, you fool." She teased, taking my hand. I straitened my shoulders and took her arm, leading her down the stairs with perfect grace that belied my emotional state. "You’ll be alright." She assured, petting my hand with hers. I calmed somewhat, and then we reached the apex of the stairs and everyone turned to stare. I clutched my friend’s hand very tightly and resisted the urge to close my eyes, growl savagely out of gritted teeth and flee back up to my rooms.

I focused on the act of simply breathing and fixed my eyes on an invisible spot above the heads of the semi-formally scattered nobles in the Great Hall. "Why do they stare so?" I whimpered out of clenched teeth. "Because we are very beautiful and graceful, and because you will win my father’s heart this night, that is why. Take no heed of them Glorfindel, I will be with you as long as you need me." She soothed softly for my ears alone as we reached the main floor.

Turgon was talking with a nobleman over by the fountain in the garden; I could see him through the opened doors. One look at his familiar profile and I relaxed. This was nothing more than an annual social event. Why then, was I so afraid? Perhaps because I’d spent most of my life living alone in complete and utter isolation? Yes, that must be it, I told myself sarcastically.

Idril poked me. "Stop being so rude to yourself." She said softly, amused. "How do you know I am?" I countered. She grinned and leaned close for ease in whispering. "You’re the only person I’ve ever met who talks to themselves, both in and out of their heads. Unfortunately, you also tend to beat yourself up, which I must intervene in, because you are far to good a friend to me to allow such debasement." She leaned away from me abruptly to greet a group of noblewomen who approached us, and I suffered their introductions and roving eyes, oddly comforted to have such a friend as to champion me from even myself.

I trusted her. If she’d protect me from myself, then she’d protect me from anybody, and if she said that her father returned my feelings but was just as constipated about showing them, then I believed her. If she thought it was a good idea for me to pursue him, then as far as I was concerned, it was. Idril had had my complete trust from the day she allowed me to seek her out as a friend instead of the opposite. Idril was wise. I was in awe of her.

"Well, hello then." The soft voice came from somewhere in the vicinity of my elbow, and looking down I saw it belonged to a slight maiden with a long train of golden waves. I looked at Idril nervously, for she was still attached to my arm but not paying much attention to me. "Hello." I managed to work out in a fairly normal voice. People who were able to sneak up on me were not high on my list of favorite things.

"I’m Adeline of the House of the Second Star. And you are?" She asked smoothly, her turquoise eyes roving my body.
"Glorfindel. Just Glorfindel." I told her.
"Oh. Well Glorfindel, are you the Lady Idril’s catamite? I wasn’t aware that she had taken one." There was insult in that, a barb at Idril’s purity and I noted it and held my tongue. "No, my good lady, I’m afraid I’m simply a guest of the King’s house."
"Ah." She replied, and began doing odd things with her tongue inside her mouth. I looked away, uncomfortable.

Idril eventually came around and rescued me from the overbearing presence of Adeline and a few of her companions. As she steered me into the massive formal dining hall for the feast, she whispered slyly "Don’t heed them. The House of the Second Star is full of pretty faces and empty minds." I took comfort in that, and led her to her seat.

I glanced over to see that Ecthelion was showing an avid interest in a particular young woman, and when he saw me looking at them he smiled and winked, before resuming his polite fawning at her feet. Turgon seemed distant again, as he had been lately. I worried for him. He didn’t look at me. I sent Idril a despairing look and she merely smiled enigmatically and resumed eating.

After the meal there was more socialization and dancing, which I stubbornly refused to join, by was pawed over anyway by the likes of Adeline and those of similar mind. Disgusted, I fled while Idril was claimed for a dance, having had enough of this ‘nobility’.

I was halfway up the main staircase when a hand on my upper arm brought me up short. I whirled with a glare that should have sent the person running. Turgon neither ran nor released my arm. "Glorfindel, where are you going?" He asked me. "Away." Was my surly reply.
"Why?"
"Them. They’re not nobility, they have hardly the restraint of animals." I fumed.
"Do not insult my guests." His tone was warning, but I could see by his eyes that he was amused. My mood softened. He laid his hand about my shoulders and I allowed the contact. "Come, or I fear you’ll disappoint all the young maidens, especially Adeline." He told me softly, conspiratorially.

"What a shame." I huffed. "Come now, she could give you one night of passion, if nothing else. I think it would do you good. You have become entirely too stodgy lately for my tastes." The nerve of him. I ripped loose of his hold. "I want nothing to do with that woman or any other. I see no point in raising their hopes for something they shall never have. Do you want to know the truth of it?" I asked angrily.
"Yes Glorfindel, I want the truth." His voice was intense.
"No you don’t." I said, and fled up the stairs, angry with the spectators gathered in the main room, watching the action on the stair.

He gave chase and slammed me into the wall just around the corner, out of sight in the shadows and pinned me there bodily. "Yes I do. I will have the truth from you, even if I have to beat it out of you." He threatened, voice blowing warm on me, his body tucked close. I leaned into him. "The truth is that I don’t want them. Any of them. I never did. There was only one I ever wanted, from the day he first flew overhead on an eagle’s wings, even in the years when I waited him to come every single day, the hope that he would fly over again all I lived for. When he asked me to come with him, I did, and now that I’m here with him I cant figure out if he’s angry with me or afraid, and I’m starting to think it’s more the latter. Now, I dare you to tell me the truth." I told him defiantly, and an unreadable expression came into his eyes.

"You don’t want me Glorfindel. You, who are beautiful and young and strong and so very, very innocent, how could you possibly ever want me? I have a daughter older than you. I’m the king of a realm I built in the mountains. I’m a coward, Glorfindel, hiding away here, and you want me? I sincerely doubt you know what you’re asking for." I caught his face between my hands. "I know what I want Turgon, and nothing shall ever stop me from it."

"Tell me, tell me what you want." He rasped, eyes searching mine desperately.
"You. You forever, for as long as I live. I give you my heart and my body, for I owe them all to you already." I told him, my lips hovering over his, my eyes searching the depths of his changeable, wondrous eyes. He pulled his arms around me, held me close. "As I want you, Glorfindel. But I fear, I fear for you, I fear that this will cost you your heart and body, this ridiculous pursuit of such a man as me." He warned, and then bent his head and touched his lips to mine, warm and soft. He pulled back, and looked at me. We held one another at arm’s length a long moment, regarding one another, and then he whispered "This will be highly unseemly of me, but I find I cannot resist taking you off to my bed, right now, this very instant." I laughed at him, even as he took my hand and dragged me off to his room with shared joy in our hearts.

Chapter Eight:

He took me to his bed and lay me down, lying full length atop me, his weight pressing on my ribs and hips pleasantly. I relaxed under him, and wrapped my arms about his waist, kneading the long lean muscles in his back, spreading my legs and letting his settle between them. I wasn’t exactly sure what to do, Idril’s descriptions were pleasantly brief and I was in no mood to think of the sheer horror involved with her course of education.

I wanted to kiss him again, the last one had been nice, and so I leaned up and did so. His hands stroked my face and neck and I kissed him gently, opening my mouth and daring to lick his lips. He opened for me, and I was surprised but plunged ahead, more curious than afraid. His mouth was warm and wet, tasting faintly of wine and dinner and something else, something as unique and soothing as his smell, as his body. I liked it. I wanted some more.

I kissed his upper lip, licked along it, all down his mouth and jaws, inching my way toward his ears as he did the same to whatever I gave him to reach. I worked my way down the thick strong cords of his neck when i came to his shirt collar, i nipped him and pushed it aside to taste the warm skin of his collarbones. He moaned above me and moved off, kneeling between my legs and pulling his robes off over his head. I watched in fascination as he began to fumble with the buttons.

Well, I wanted to see. He’d have to get another shirt. I sat up and grabbed hold of the lapels, ripping it off with a satisfying noise. I gave it another jerk and it parted all the way down the front. I ran my hands over his chest, playing with his nipples, surprised by the sounds he made when I did. I jerked off my robes and shirt, him helping, and tried my own, continuing to play with his. It didn’t work until he reached for me and did it, then my skin grew hot and hungry under his touch, as if what wasn’t being touched was jealous of what was.

I became suddenly aware that I was very hard. I reached down and checked to see if he was. He was hot in my hand through the fabric of his pants, thick and heavy like my own. I caressed him idly and he moaned. I replied in kind without thinking, and his hands slid off my bare chest to my aching member. I threw his shirt off him with my free hand, and then began work on his pants, tearing some of the fastenings. I wanted it, and I wanted it now. Time for slow and easy later.

He likewise made haste in removing mine, and when they were down and his hands were on me, I cried out loudly. Then it was his turn to yell as my hands found the hard, sleek upward curve of his erection. I looked at it in awe for a moment, and then began caressing his thighs with one hand, still holding my prize. He got the message and began rubbing my belly, reluctant to let me go to pull his pants off. We let go at the same time and jerked them off quickly, then returned to the bed and lay side by side. I reached for him again, cupping his balls in one hand and heat in the other. So much like my own, so very different. I loved him already, and it was natural that I decided that I liked this very much.

I began to pull in gliding strokes the same way I always had my own, and got the favor returned. With a soft gasp, I did to him my favorite tricks, and he did to me his. I learned that he liked it a little rough, and that he liked to be squeezed tight. I could have come just from him looking at me, but this was a much better way to do it. We both were ready and our mouths met as our hands sped up, until we were thrusting and bumping our knuckles together. I came in his hand, my shout lost as his brilliant tongue tangled with mine in the heat of our shared mouth.

He came next, sticky heat splashing my hand. He moaned long and loud into my mouth and I couldn’t resist the urge to laugh satedly. He smiled tiredly at me, and massaged my softening member with what was in his hand, rubbing my belly. I rubbed his thighs, feeling comforted. At last, I thought, at last.

I curled against his body to rest, lying awake in his scent and warmth that had suddenly taken new meaning. He held me close, and I rubbed his thighs and buttocks in slow circles until I fell asleep, my hand slack on his hip, sticky and comfortable.

Chapter Nine:

I woke to his eyes. I smiled. "Hello."
He smiled back tenderly. "Hi."
"It’s not morning, is it?"
"No."
"Oh."

I readjusted myself in his arms, and then looked at him again. "I want to do that again. It was wonderful."
"Me too. Want to try something more this time?"
I was awed. "There’s more than that?"
He laughed. "Of course, Glorfindel. Didn’t Idril explain it to you?"
"Umm...no, not really." I didn’t want to think about what she had taught me.
"May I touch you where I want for a moment?"
I shrugged. My body was all his, for him alone.

I felt his hand on my thigh shift to my buttocks. He watched my eyes carefully as he reached between them. I felt his fingertip come to rest on the opening there. "I would go inside you...there." He whispered softly, breath wafting sweetly over my skin. I thought about that for a moment.

"It would hurt a bit, I think. If it will fit, then let's try it." I suggested at last.
"It will hurt, but only a little. I’ll make good for you, I promise. There’s a place inside that feels wonderful when it is touched."
I was intrigued. "Really?"

"Yes. May I show you?" He was very sweet, asking me constantly. Ever curious, I agreed. He reached over to the bedside table and handed me a small bottle of oil. I looked at it a moment, then at him, questioning. "Oil. To make it easier." He explained. I gave it back to him, looking at him solemnly."I’ll never knowingly hurt you, Glorfindel, I swear it. Tell me if do?" He said, laying his palm against my jaw. I kissed his hand. "I trust you.' I replied, heartfelt. He looked as if he would cry for a moment, and kissed me gently, fiercely.

His finger left my cleft for a moment and when it returned it was slick and wet. He pressed gently, which didn’t feel too bad, or entirely exciting, just...different. His fingertip slipped inside and his eyes sought mine, brows furrowed. "Okay?" he asked. I nodded, focusing on the feel of him and the slight burn of the foreign object. He pressed deeper, and his finger stroked for a moment, questing. I sighed and became rock hard in an instant when his finger brushed over something absolutely incredible. "Nice. Oh yes, very good." I mumbled when I could speak again.

He chuckled and kissed me, stroking the spot and my cock simultaneously again. I whimpered, not wanting to leave him hard after I was spent. He got the message and stopped caressing me, withdrawing his finger. "I would like to be in you, but I’m not sure we’re ready for that. M’not sure you are." He said, kissing me. I leaned into the kiss. "I can do it. I wont stop loving you just because we do or don’t do this. It’s up to you."
He looked at me a long time, and I realized he was weighing himself, not me. "You do understand that once we do this that we are bound, in the common laws of marriage?"
"Yes. I know this. I am not afraid to bind to you. I do it willingly and knowingly."
He sighed heavily. "You honor me too much, nin ind. I accept."

I smiled sadly at him, touched, and reached up to caress his face with my hands. He answered by stroking my face, and I could feel his fear, he was so very, very afraid. I held him close a moment, his head on my chest, just holding him and loving him. And then I pulled his face up for a kiss. It was time, at last, to seal our hearts and make us one. A matched set. Two of a kind. A whole being.

I was the strong one that night, leading him. Shaking as he was, he met me halfway, and I met him wholeheartedly. He stretched me gently, taking his time, and I oiled the hard shaft that would so soon be inside me, kissing the tip close mouthed, lovingly. It was a gesture of acceptance and approval for everything involved in this deed.

We looked into one another’s eyes as he slid inside, the gray depths swallowing me up even as he filled me to overflowing. I knew it was right then, with him hilted in me, and although it hurt a little, I gave him the kiss that gave him power to seek his release. Gripping my hips and plunging hard and fast into the spot that felt like lightning now, he grunted and thrust, seeking his release without leaving my eyes.

I could feel when he was close, twitching and swelling, pounding relentlessly as he took my erection into his palm. We cried out together, and I felt warmth in me and on me, and then his weight was on my chest, his hair over my face and I fought to breathe, inhaling the scent of his hair with every breath.

When I could breathe and think again, slick with sweat, he lifted his head from my chest and looked at me. I smiled and said, "You have a cleft in your chin. I never noticed that before." Amusement lit up his eyes and he kissed me, sliding free of my body below. When our kiss broke, he laid his face along mine as he shifted to lay full length beside me, rolling over my left thigh to do so. I curled into his arms and kissed his neck, cuddling my body into my favorite place in Arda to sleep; his arms.

Chapter Ten:

Morning dawned bright and hot. I opened my eyes to sunshine on Turgon, a rather pleasant view. It highlighted the smooth contours of his arms and legs and flanks, curling around his navel and gracing his member with the lightest of kisses. His cheekbones were brightened, lashes shining white instead of silvery black. I stretched to let the sun claim more of my bare skin and kissed his lips lightly.

I lay simply looking at him for an hour before he woke. He kissed my neck, yawned and stretched, then returned his gaze to my eyes. "How do you feel?" he asked. I assessed myself. I was a bit sore, generally sleepy, warm and comfortable. "Good. Very good." I told him truthfully. He grinned, never a more mischievous sight. "Feel up to taking me this time?" he offered. I kissed him, and sat up. "Perhaps after I return." He looked at me curiously and I sighed exasperatedly at him. His face lit up in understanding a moment later when the demands of his bladder caught up with him as well, and he shot out of bed and fairly raced me to the bathroom. It wasn’t a problem to share, but it was very distracting and I finally gave up and slapped him on the shoulder to make him quit teasing me. I headed for the bedroom, swaggering my bare rear extra for his benefit, calling seductively "Come on, that’s enough."

He chased me into the bed and tackled me in the sheets.
We wrestled for a while, wrecking the bed even more, and then things grew serious, as kissing became sensual licks and nips. I learned about nipples, what incredible things they were, and that I could almost make Turgon come from playing with them alone.

Almost. He was very determined that I should spend my seed in him. I saw no reason not to oblige. His opening wasn’t as tight as mine, despite being similar in structure and purpose, and it stretched more quickly and needed less oil. He knelt on his hands and knees while I entered him. I pressed just inside and paused for him to adjust, drawing on my memories of last night. He surprised me entirely by pushing back so that suddenly there was no resistance and I slid home in one stroke. I shouted in bliss and worry and lust, and he moaned reassuringly in heady arousal.

I pulled back and began to stroke, my body adapting automatically to desire. He pushed back in encouragement, and ground out the words "Harder. Faster." in a breathless, throaty voice. I had no arguments and when I reached under him to be sure he reached his peak as well, my hand merely joined his. I came first, throwing my head back, my voice long gone from my conscious control by that point, rutting helplessly and grinding into him as he came, pushing his hips forward in the throes of climax and tightening on me nearly unbearably.

His knees and arms buckled beneath him and I stayed atop him, laying full length over his back, still inside his heat and sighed, licking his shoulder satedly before nuzzling into the nape of his neck and drifting into sleep.

When I woke, it was midafternoon and the heat of sunlight on the mounded blankets over me was slowly baking me alive. I was tempted to kick them off and sleep all day, but if Turgon was up and going about his kingly duties after all that, then the least I could do was go to the library and read for what was left of the day.

I got up and sighed at the heaviness in my limbs. I was tired...from sleeping. I bathed and dressed, brushing out the tangles in my long hair and glaring at my smug-looking self in the mirror. He looked arrogant and pleased, bearing an ‘I’ve just fucked the king’ look. I could have sworn he stuck his tongue out at me when I turned away. As a parting shot, I threw the hairbrush at him as I went out the door.

Despite feeling tired enough to sleep a few more hours, I hummed a cheery tune on my way to the library. Pausing at Turgon’s closed study door where he was undoubtedly busy, I decided to go see Idril, tell her the good news.

Breakfast first, my stomach reminded me. I went downstairs and not only wheedled a cook into feeding me, but had to sneak out to leave the massive platter unfinished, lest she tie me to the chair and force-feed me. I went back upstairs and head for Idril’s rooms.

She’d be thrilled, of course, and Ecthelion would likely give me one of his mysterious amused smiles when he found out. She was there, the door to her sitting room open. I walked inside to see her seated on the vanity in her bedroom, having her hair done by a maidservant.

"You people eat too much, too often." I complained, flopping onto Idril’s bed, taking liberties as I pleased, at ease with my closest friend. "You’ll make me fat!" I complained, eyeing my stomach.

She laughed airily and sailed over, the maiden braiding her hair following behind. Poking me in the stomach she teased "Somehow I doubt that you could ever be fat, Glorfindel. You just need to go horseback riding more often." I fell off the bed and sprawled on the floor in mock horror. "Oh no! Not the horses! Please!" she aimed a kick at me and I caught her ankle amid the flying skirts.

"Oh look, what is this?" I asked, inching my fingers up her ankle and calf, tickling mercilessly. "Why, I believe it's a celebrindal!" She laughed at me and thrust said foot in my face. "Kiss it and I’ll forgive you." she demanded, sounding very much like an older sister. I obliged and she fell across her bed in a mock faint, the servant girl giving up and letting the long hair fall. "Oh my! Such an achievement I have made today girls! I’ve gotten a kiss from the hot blonde one, and it was ever so romantic!" she fluttered her eyelashes in mockery of the girls who practically threw themselves at me.

I looked at her a moment, silent, and then we both burst into laughter. The exasperated handmaiden stomped off to wait by Idril’s dressing table, scolding "That boy is a bad influence on you my Lady, if I may say so." Idril laughed harder, and pointed at me. I rolled to my knees and stood, sauntering out all the while swinging my rear exaggeratedly at her as I walked out...and froze in the doorway.

For there stood Turgon, a silly smirk on his face that plainly said 'if you’re not on or near our bed in one minute, I’ll fuck you where you stand'. With a sheepish grin, I ran past him and he followed me much more dignifiedly to the bedroom.

Another wild round left us panting, sprawled atop the mussed covers of the unmade bed, laughing even as the sweat of passion dried on our skin. It was a happy time, that first day of seventy years of blissful paradise with him, and we laughed. Together.