Gondolin story, part the next
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zhieNext part of Unforgettable - aka the gondolin story
naughtiness ahead... R rating...
“Glorfindel, there is something I must say.”
It was nearing the end of the third week spent in the wilderness, tracking all possible leads to find Aredhel. Twice, Erestor had farspoken with Ecthelion, letting him know that they were not lost or captured. The other parties had long since returned to Gondolin, but the persistence of these three hunters far outlasted that of their peers. No stone was left unturned in their attempt to find the King’s sister.
The first few days had been awkward, but now things were surprisingly easy for the trio. During spare moments, Gildor stole kisses from Glorfindel, touching the young ellon in ways he had never been before. Soft, gentle caresses turned in a matter of days to nipping and biting, groping and grabbing, with the constant throaty laughter from the elf of Doriath.
Then, the inevitable happened. Erestor returned earlier than expected from a hunt. Both of his companions were in states of undress, with Glorfindel nearly naked and sprawled on the ground, panting and groaning wildly. His eyes were closed, and he did not hear Erestor’s return, did not see him or sense him. There was no way for him to, for he was overcome with the sensations he was feeling. On other occasions, Gildor had caused Glorfindel to climax using his mouth. This time was different, for Gildor merely glanced up for a moment to see the dark elf with the dark look before he removed his fingers from his mouth and plunged two of them deep inside of the blond.
It had been some sort of silliness for Gildor. When Glorfindel was sated and his ecstasy ebbed away, he was aghast to see Erestor hunched before the fire, skinning their meal. Gildor merely laughed, he often laughed. After that point, their activities were no longer hidden- in fact, as they began to eat, Gildor pulled Glorfindel onto his lap and halfway through dinner, slid his tongue along his ear and nipped it. Glorfindel’s face flushed, and he looked to Erestor, but the only reaction the dark elf had was to concentrate more on his supper.
Now, returning back to Gondolin after so long, Erestor sat with Glorfindel near a stream. Gildor had decided to bathe, and beneath the waterfall could not hear their words. The blond warrior looked to his friend, expecting disapproval. What he was told gave him a bit of a shock.
“I am happy for you, my friend, but I must warn you of something.”
“Erestor,” began Glorfindel, “I know what will happen if he and I do anything in public. Do not worry; we have discussed such things and will be discrete.”
“I do not doubt that,” smirked Erestor. “That is not my concern.”
Furrowing his brow, Glorfindel questioned, “What is your concern, then?”
“You must understand, I knew Gildor from the time he was first born. And, he is trouble. He is a wanderer, and fickle when it comes to love. Take care with your heart, Glorfindel.”
Tightening his lips together, Glorfindel simply looked away and nodded. He had the greatest desire to take hold of the dark ellon’s hand, to proclaim his love to him, how it was not Gildor who held his heart, but Erestor. Instead, he nodded again.
“You should know something else, my friend.” Erestor waited until Glorfindel looked back to him. “I know Gildor’s father.”
“Inglor,” nodded Glorfindel. “Was he a good ellon?”
This time Erestor looked away. “Glorfindel, Inglor is the mother-name of an ellon named Finrod.”
Glorfindel blinked. “I have an uncle named Finrod.”
“Yes,” said Erestor softly.
Inhaling sharply, Glorfindel mumbled, “Bloody fucking hell, he is my cousin.”
Erestor said nothing more, for Gildor had stepped upon shore.
- - -
“I will be leading another patrol out in a week’s time. Turgon is furious, and I cannot blame him. He did say that your search was to be commended,” Ecthelion informed the three elves he sat with. They were on Erestor’s private balcony, drinking wine and going over any possible clues they had found while outside of Gondolin.
“We did what we could,” said Gildor humbly.
Erestor drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair. “Perhaps it is rude of me to say, but why does he not try to contact her with his mind?”
“Not all siblings have a good connection to one another,” explained Glorfindel, then he bit his lip. “Or, so I have heard,” he finished.
Ecthelion nodded in agreement. “I remember that Artanis used to say that she could speak with Orodreth and Finrod, but that Aegnor and Angrod had their own special bond, and would only speak with each other.” He frowned, and turned to Glorfindel. “Are you alright? You look suddenly... ill.”
“Just a... a bit too much wine perhaps,” Glorfindel managed to say. “I think I shall retire for the night,” he said quickly as he stood.
“I should go as well.” Gildor hastily got to his feet and gave a little bow. “Please, I hope you enjoy your evening,” he said as he and Glorfindel left. “I know I will,” he added slyly, winking at Erestor.
Once the door was shut, Ecthelion turned his strange look from it and onto Erestor. “What was that about?”
“What was what?” Erestor refilled their goblets as Ecthelion sighed.
“You know what I mean.”
Erestor looked his friend dead in the eye and replied, “I have no idea what you are talking about.”
naughtiness ahead... R rating...
“Glorfindel, there is something I must say.”
It was nearing the end of the third week spent in the wilderness, tracking all possible leads to find Aredhel. Twice, Erestor had farspoken with Ecthelion, letting him know that they were not lost or captured. The other parties had long since returned to Gondolin, but the persistence of these three hunters far outlasted that of their peers. No stone was left unturned in their attempt to find the King’s sister.
The first few days had been awkward, but now things were surprisingly easy for the trio. During spare moments, Gildor stole kisses from Glorfindel, touching the young ellon in ways he had never been before. Soft, gentle caresses turned in a matter of days to nipping and biting, groping and grabbing, with the constant throaty laughter from the elf of Doriath.
Then, the inevitable happened. Erestor returned earlier than expected from a hunt. Both of his companions were in states of undress, with Glorfindel nearly naked and sprawled on the ground, panting and groaning wildly. His eyes were closed, and he did not hear Erestor’s return, did not see him or sense him. There was no way for him to, for he was overcome with the sensations he was feeling. On other occasions, Gildor had caused Glorfindel to climax using his mouth. This time was different, for Gildor merely glanced up for a moment to see the dark elf with the dark look before he removed his fingers from his mouth and plunged two of them deep inside of the blond.
It had been some sort of silliness for Gildor. When Glorfindel was sated and his ecstasy ebbed away, he was aghast to see Erestor hunched before the fire, skinning their meal. Gildor merely laughed, he often laughed. After that point, their activities were no longer hidden- in fact, as they began to eat, Gildor pulled Glorfindel onto his lap and halfway through dinner, slid his tongue along his ear and nipped it. Glorfindel’s face flushed, and he looked to Erestor, but the only reaction the dark elf had was to concentrate more on his supper.
Now, returning back to Gondolin after so long, Erestor sat with Glorfindel near a stream. Gildor had decided to bathe, and beneath the waterfall could not hear their words. The blond warrior looked to his friend, expecting disapproval. What he was told gave him a bit of a shock.
“I am happy for you, my friend, but I must warn you of something.”
“Erestor,” began Glorfindel, “I know what will happen if he and I do anything in public. Do not worry; we have discussed such things and will be discrete.”
“I do not doubt that,” smirked Erestor. “That is not my concern.”
Furrowing his brow, Glorfindel questioned, “What is your concern, then?”
“You must understand, I knew Gildor from the time he was first born. And, he is trouble. He is a wanderer, and fickle when it comes to love. Take care with your heart, Glorfindel.”
Tightening his lips together, Glorfindel simply looked away and nodded. He had the greatest desire to take hold of the dark ellon’s hand, to proclaim his love to him, how it was not Gildor who held his heart, but Erestor. Instead, he nodded again.
“You should know something else, my friend.” Erestor waited until Glorfindel looked back to him. “I know Gildor’s father.”
“Inglor,” nodded Glorfindel. “Was he a good ellon?”
This time Erestor looked away. “Glorfindel, Inglor is the mother-name of an ellon named Finrod.”
Glorfindel blinked. “I have an uncle named Finrod.”
“Yes,” said Erestor softly.
Inhaling sharply, Glorfindel mumbled, “Bloody fucking hell, he is my cousin.”
Erestor said nothing more, for Gildor had stepped upon shore.
- - -
“I will be leading another patrol out in a week’s time. Turgon is furious, and I cannot blame him. He did say that your search was to be commended,” Ecthelion informed the three elves he sat with. They were on Erestor’s private balcony, drinking wine and going over any possible clues they had found while outside of Gondolin.
“We did what we could,” said Gildor humbly.
Erestor drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair. “Perhaps it is rude of me to say, but why does he not try to contact her with his mind?”
“Not all siblings have a good connection to one another,” explained Glorfindel, then he bit his lip. “Or, so I have heard,” he finished.
Ecthelion nodded in agreement. “I remember that Artanis used to say that she could speak with Orodreth and Finrod, but that Aegnor and Angrod had their own special bond, and would only speak with each other.” He frowned, and turned to Glorfindel. “Are you alright? You look suddenly... ill.”
“Just a... a bit too much wine perhaps,” Glorfindel managed to say. “I think I shall retire for the night,” he said quickly as he stood.
“I should go as well.” Gildor hastily got to his feet and gave a little bow. “Please, I hope you enjoy your evening,” he said as he and Glorfindel left. “I know I will,” he added slyly, winking at Erestor.
Once the door was shut, Ecthelion turned his strange look from it and onto Erestor. “What was that about?”
“What was what?” Erestor refilled their goblets as Ecthelion sighed.
“You know what I mean.”
Erestor looked his friend dead in the eye and replied, “I have no idea what you are talking about.”
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Date: 2006-04-25 07:30 pm (UTC)Oli..x
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Date: 2006-04-25 08:20 pm (UTC)*blinks* ficlet? *giggles*
;) That's right you're new to these parts..
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direct link to the rest of Unforgettable so far... http://pounce.dreamelf.com/viewstory.php?sid=397
(Unforgettable is story number twenty of what will eventually be about two hundred and fifty stories woven together to make a comfy purple fluffy bunny quilt.. no actual bunnies will be harmed in the making of this quilt...)
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Date: 2006-04-25 09:39 pm (UTC)you're right...I am new to all this. I'm going visiting ...to queencheetah.com and pounce realm
*waves*
Oli...x
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Date: 2006-04-26 01:22 am (UTC)Erestor is so cool--I luvs him....
Gildor is annoyingly naughty!