Current mood:

hungry

HotGF Part 2
Author: Anu (anubeta@lycos.com)
Rating: R
Summary: Glorfindel's life, in his own words.
Warnings: Silmarillion-based.
Pairing: Glorfindel/Turgon.



Chapter Sixteen:

I returned several times that week, to see my bidding done, that Maeglin might not go astray from the plans I had described. He never took action, despite his maliciousness and innuendoes, and I was above lowering myself to plead with him, or worse, to attract him purposely. It was all I could stomach to encourage him.
In two weeks, the bought time was up, and I took Idril with me to a second meeting at Rog's house. There it was decided that Ecthelion must return to Turgon his daughter, and I must go back to Turgon and release my own opinion of matters before him, and be welcomed back as an errant lover, to see to Idril's security, as Maeglin's attention had not wavered from her to me, as had been hoped.

The following morning, Maeglin brought the swords, finished and wrapped in soft leather, to my home. I notified Ecthelion that tonight we would return to the palace.

I spent the day at rest in my study, with Idril reading at my knee, her favorite place as of late. I did not wish to admit Turgon that he was right, because in my mind he was very wrong, to place Maeglin in higher esteem than I. But as Galdor had said to me as we left the night before; "Who else can bend their knees if not the King's own?"

At midafternoon Idril and I each went to our rooms, and I bathed and dressed in my finest. The women of my house also dressed in their finest, and took up the banners they had made as gifts to our king, having thoughtfully noted that the ones tied to the tower pinnacles were grown threadbare. The men bore gifts of the cooking by their ladies and lamps to light the way, and when Idril appeared with an entourage of maidens to attend her, we left the house in regal grace for Ecthelion's by twilight.

He came to his door, also dressed finely, and we walked together to the palace at the center of the city.

The People came out to watch, and threw flowers in our path, and sang. Every event was a celebration, they were glad to have another occasion to do as they pleased. Amredeth, my steward, filled me in on the story passing among them, and I laughed to hear such foolishness being spread instead of our true purpose - to deceive the King into our control. They were saying that the King's lover and his daughter had fallen in love, and were cast out in the King's anger, but when his wrath had cooled they were invited to return to his grace, that their love might be sheltered and honored.

By the time we reached the palace, they had heard of it, for news traveled fast in our city, and were in the gardens, waiting with Turgon at their head, Maeglin at his right hand.

"Turgon, my King." Ecthelion knelt, and Turgon laid a hand on his head. Ecthelion lifted up his face, and Turgon withdrew his hand.

"Why have you come?" He asked.

"I bring you thy daughter, see you that she is well and unharmed."

"I see her." Turgon said, and she stepped forward, hands extended in greeting. He took them, then embraced her.

"See also, your lover returns." Ecthelion said, rising to his feet and removing himself from between Turgon and I.

I did not take one knee before him, but two, and grasped his hand and held it to my face. "My Lord and King." I said, kissing his palm. I noticed Ecthelion was looking away, granting me honor despite my self-debasement. "I have brought you food and drink, that you may welcome your daughter home. I have also tapestries to adorn your house, and a gift to restore me to thy favor."

I gestured to the boy who held the swords, and he brought them to me, and laid them, wrapped, in my hands. I opened the leather, and revealed the shining metal, for once not hating Maeglin's utter existence, if he could create things of such beauty.

"This, my Lord," I said as I drew out his sword from its sheath and laid it in his open hands, "is Glamdring," Ignoring his awe for the present, as he probably itched to test it, he allowed me to tie the sheath to his belt, and I handed the old sword and sheath to the boy behind me. "And his brother, Orcrist." This one I tied to the belt of Maeglin as he held the second sword he had made. Maeglin smirked down at me kneeling at his feet; I did not look at him.

"And this," I said, presenting the third, hilt-first, to Idril, "is a my gift to your daughter, Hadhafang." She took it with a half-bow to me.

At this point, Turgon took my hands and pulled me up from my knees to my feet, and continued holding them in welcome. "Dine with me." He said, face shining with joy. I nodded to him in acceptance, and the people cheered as we went inside the King's halls.

After the meal, he drew me aside in the hall outside the dining room. "Has your return meant what I think it has?" He asked guardedly.

I bowed my head, not meeting his eyes, lest he see the lie in them. Let him think it shame. "I have spent time with Maeglin during the making of these swords," I touched the hilt of Glamdring, next to his hip. "And I have found that you were right, Turgon."

His hand came to rest against my cheek. "Then have no shame. Our fight is done, fights between us are only to be expected for staying together so long, or so Maeglin says." Whatever tenderness I'd felt building toward renewing our relationship was at this point chilled by that other's name. "Now Glorfindel," Turgon said, and kissed me. "Let us lie together as we have in the past, lovers only, with naught but trust between us."

I met his eyes and smiled, responding to his next kiss as he wrapped his arms around me. My heart felt coldened and empty, but I knew it would warm with our bond reaffirmed. "Yes, my love." I said quietly, enfolding him with my arms.

The sword Maeglin had made came between us, and we both pushed it away, him habitually, I fiercely.
Chapter Seventeen:

News came not often to Gondolin, and when it came, it was usually brought by the guards from the gate, who had gotten it from the eagles on Crissaegrim, or from the eagles themselves by way of landing on Ard-Galen and delivering their messages before taking flight once more.
It was seven years since Dagor Bragollach when we received word in the Hidden Kingdom of stirrings in the world outside.

Meadhros, son of Feanor had perceived the threat of Angband, and it's seeming dormancy, and knew there was trouble to come, and that it was not unassailable, for he had heard of the quest of Beren and Luthien. Thus he sent forth word all over Beleriand of standing to fight alongside him, but here his father's legacy undid his work, and there were some in regions of our world that would not heed him unto battle, and forebade their people from following also.

Upon this word Turgon acted not, and when word came that Meadhros had driven all the orcs out of the North, Turgon and Maeglin said to one another in my presence in the drawing room, "He has attacked too soon." And, "Surely now Morgoth has all the warning he needs."

I said nothing, as I was keeping scribe duty for them, and as Maeglin had once pointed out to me with spite, this required no speech. Loath though I was to obey Maeglin, I must to keep Turgon's favor, and besides, I had nothing to add that was unsaid.

Word came then, that Meadhros and Fingon had joined forces and made plans set for Midsummer, but of this Turgon said nothing to neither Maeglin nor I.
Chapter Eighteen:

A week before Midsummer Eve, I woke early, and watched him sleep, his hands draped lazily over his chest, rising with each movement.
I woke him by gently kissing each fingertip, for I loved him still with all my heart, and even were he blind, deaf and dumb I would not desert him for Maeglin's sake.

He smiled gently at me, and I gave him a kiss that started with easy abandon, and ended in fire. His hands on me turned hungry, arousing, and I arched and quivered with need, as he saw fit to bestow. He gave me release with his mouth, then turned me onto my belly and applied it liberally before sliding home inside me, pressed full length against my back.

We moaned in symphony, sympathy, as he rocked us slowly until my arousal built again, then took us both over together, screaming one another's names in a waterfall of kisses.

We lay together after, looking out the window at the sky, side-by-side, sweat drying.

"Turgon." I said quietly.

"Glorfindel."

Do you love Maeglin more than me? Do you give him this, what only you have ever given me? Do you think we did him wrong, so long ago? Is he really as bad as I think he is? Is he worse?

It was too much to say, so I didn't say enough. "I love you."

"I love you too." He took my hand clumsily.

We were silent for a long time. I thought he'd fallen asleep, almost did myself.

"Glorfindel." Softly, unsure.

"Yes?"

"I won't let my brother die." He said.

I knew what he was talking about, but I hadn't the faintest idea what he meant. Had we grown so far apart?

"I know." I replied.

He fell asleep then, and we didn't get out of bed until noon.

When we did, he and I took a quick breakfast, over which he told me to set my house in order, and to be ready for a summons this evening. I looked at him carefully, but there were no clues and he wouldn't say any more about it. I did not press him, but did as he asked.

At twilight, a messenger came to my door. I was ready, having been dressed and pacing since the sun began to set. I left with him.

I found the palace at assembly, all the Lords of all the Houses, both minor and major, were present but for myself and Rog, who came in the door even as I did. We bowed to Turgon, and took our seats.

"Lords of the Houses of Gondolin. You are aware that war is stirring outside the walls of our city. You are also aware that my brother, my only living relative, is to be present at what promises to be a bloody battle. You know as well as I what I plan to do by the calling of this council. I ask that the minor houses and my regent stay behind as I march to war at my brother's side, this Midsummer."

Turgon broke off at this point and looked at Ecthelion beside me, then met my eyes, taking up two cloaks of scarlet - the markings of captains. "Ecthelion of the Fountain, Glorfindel of the Golden Flower - will you serve as my captains?"

"Of course, my Lord." Ecthelion said, leaving his chair to kneel at Turgon's feet.

"Yes, My King." I said, and knelt beside Ecthelion.

"My dearest friend." Turgon said softly as he fitted Ecthelion's on him.

Then it was my turn, and the heavy garment swept regally onto my back even as he whispered, "You know I would not otherwise ask, my love."

"I live for you." I said, letting my tone echo the statement of this morning, that he be minded of it. His hands clasped the pin at my collarbones gently.

"Now rise, my Captains." He commanded us, and we did so, bowing to him before we took our seats.

"The rest of you who will, I ask you to set your affairs in order and ride with me at dawn tomorrow. We will meet at the Gates."

He bowed slightly to the assembled Lords; and left, Maeglin dragging at his heels, arguing in low tones that he be allowed to go along. With no more reason to stay, now that Turgon's brief word with us was done, we each separately set out for our homes. I avoided Ecthelion, Rog and Galdor, because I did not wish to be congratulated for my shaming, even with the best wishes in their hearts.

Chapter Nineteen:

The dawn was brisk and cold, both my breath and my horse's frosted the air. The men of my house walked afoot beside me, and we gathered a distance from the Gates, where the other Lords and houses waited.
Presently Turgon came, the disobedient Maeglin trailing along, and behind them the women of the city.

Silently, he led us out through the Gates, the guards standing aside. As we crossed Ard-Galen, our women thronged at the walls, a choking garden of beauty. Pennants and laces waved in the air in silent farewell, and stoically there were no tears, even though they knew not if we would return.

Idril stood at the head of them, but did not wave, lest Maeglin, who rode near Turgon, misunderstand. I gave her a final salute that did her justice without being weak. She saluted me back - one hand over her heart - then palm toward me. 'My love to you.' 'My heart goes with you.'

I turned to see who was looking, and beyond Maeglin's sneer, was Turgon's grateful, sad smile.

By noon we had left Echoriath, and by sunset, the main part of Crissaegrim lay before us, treacherous terrain at night - thus our leaving early to allow its travel by day. We made camp within sight of the eagles' roosts.

The end of the second day put Crissaegrim and the eagles behind us.

The third day put us into the river valley, and there on the banks of the Sirion we made formation, by Turgon's design. He was foremost, I at his left, Ecthelion at his right, and Maeglin behind him and between us, our hosts with us. Rog, Duilin, Egalmoth, and Galdor rode in the center and behind, as pleased them, and thus we made another day.

The fourth day we slowed our pace, as we wanted to be well rested for battle, so we did not go far that day, or the next.

That evening, after the men had settled and the hour was late and quiet, I stole down to Turgon's camp. He slept in his bedroll in the midst of his men, so I was cat-footed as I crept up on him, and silenced him as I shook him awake. It was not hard, then, to sly him out of the encampment and deep into the brush.

We kissed feveredly among the pines, decided we were too close to camp, and chased one another deeper into the forest over and over again. We were within hearing range of the river when one of our kisses got further than the point where we usually decided to run further, and he fell atop me in the thick pine needles.

It was very dark; I could barely see the contours of his face. I knew what he wanted, but it was not possible here, having nothing to ease the way. We didn't often have oral sex only, and this night it took some time before he was convinced I'd rather not just take him in hand, so I propped him against a tree, nuzzled his belly while unlacing his pants, and trapped his leg between mine.

With his hard cock freed and pointing darkly upward, I swallowed it with relish, not bothering to open my eyes, as it was too dark to see anything anyway, not that there was much to see. He moaned loudly and petted my hair all the while, and I rutted against his shin hungrily. When he came, gasping, I swallowed, and came thickly in my leggings.

He slid slowly down the tree, and took me in his arms. I tucked him back in as we sat there in the quiet. I was asleep when he shook me, getting up. I whimpered, and reached out for him as he stood, clinging to one of his legs when I found it. "Shh." He soothed. "It will look suspicious, my love, if we return together. I would not cause scandal."

I nodded and released him, seeing the wisdom of his statement. He bent down and tilted my chin up, kissing me again, then set off toward the camp.

I waited until a count of three hundred, and then set out after him.

All the way back when he had gone, the forest had been relatively quiet. Now, as I walked, it was quieter, yet soft steps kept coming behind me. I was being stalked, and knew better than to stop and alert it that I knew. What was it? I kept walking, listening carefully. Whatever it was, it walked on two legs. I kept walking, and then suddenly, it stopped.

I stopped too, and looked up into the trees. Dark eyes leaned into mine, less than a foot away.

"Maeglin." I said, somewhat relieved.

"You didn't hear me chasing you both. Neither of you were paying attention." He rebuked.

I blushed.

He leaned closer. "I can smell him on your breath." He said. "Mmmm."

I drew my knife. "You remember what I said before."

He smiled. "Better run on home to bed, Fin. Dawn comes early."

Then, with a flash of white teeth like a knife blade, he was gone.

I was cold all the way back to camp, and when I crawled into my warm bedroll, I shivered for long after.

Chapter Twenty:

On the sixth day, we took shelter in the foothills near the Sirion, and struck camp. For Turgon there was a tent, that he might have room to divine his purposes, but the rest of us slept out on the open ground near our horses in groups of houses.
I waited, once again, until all was dark and quiet, then crept into Turgon's camp. A border guard saw me, but said and did nothing, he knew I was trustworthy. Turgon's tent was dark and cold when I pushed aside the door flaps and padded in.

He lay curled in his blankets in the middle of the floor. I lay down beside him and put an arm around his waist. "Glorfindel?" He asked.

"Who else?" I asked, amused.

He smiled. "Was hoping you'd come."

I kissed him, he returned it. We lay together and kissed for a while, he pulled me under his blankets with him and undressed me. He reached for a bottle of oil at one point; I playfully licked his arm, his neck. He laughed, and the soft sounds of our loving continued.

I grunted and rubbed myself against his chest, up on my hands over his head, his fingers sliding in and out of me with slow thrusts. He leaned up and licked my belly, as his fingers vanished from my anatomy. I gasped when he raised me up, his hands on my hips, and lowered me down again so that he pierced me deeply.

I rode him in the fury of our copulation, cries involuntary, yet hushed by one another's mouths and hands. The laughter spilled over whatever dams we placed against it, however. I was laughing in gasps as I spurted on his belly, the warm fire of his own seed racing through me comfortingly.

He tucked me back against his chest, and I hid my face in his neck and chuckled. Tomorrow we would go to battle, tomorrow we might die. So far, we were having the best end party of the night. I didn't really fear death in his arms; nor he, I was sure, in mine.

We kissed for nearly and hour after, before I left, with a last few touches to his face and soft, wet, final kisses.

As I stepped amid the men of his hosts scattered around the tent to sleep, I realized they were awake and felt my happiness plummet a little.

They had heard.

And Maeglin would like to see me shamed, I thought. He doesn't even need to try, I do it all on my own.