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Chapter Thirty-Two: Artuile
Morning came quicker than anticipated but the golden rays of Anur revealed the events of the night before with her light. Glorfindel laid in bed with his eyes trained on the image before him. Elrilya's still form was stretched out before him, the blanket pulled halfway up her body and her dark tresses spread around her. She slept peacefully without a stressed or furrowed line showing on her face. Having spent the night without any sleep for fear of it all being a dream, Glorfindel stayed by her side all night with her body pressed against his.
By daylight it was apparent it was not a dream to Glorfindel and he finally settled comfortably in his bed with his mate. He could not believe they were finally together but it elated him even more to remind himself again and again that it was true. Bringing her closer to him, Glorfindel let his fingers slide through the strands of hair covering half of Elrilya's face to reveal her more to him. The strangest thing of their joining was the bond they now had, sharing every thought, emotion, idea, and sensation. Her thoughts were in his mind as were his in her own. Their continued coupling through the night proved much more powerful than ever now that they had their spiritual link between them.
With a deep sigh, Glorfindel contemplated his predicament in the following days. The next day he would be departing on his journey to Ondolindë and leaving Elrilya behind without him. He pondered how they would be on their own without the other nearby so soon after their binding.
His attention was taken away from his thoughts when he felt Elrilya shift under his arms as she awakened. Moments later, the warm gaze of Glorfindel's beloved looked upon him with new eyes. Elrilya's arm slipped around Glorfindel's torso as he brought her even closer to his chest. A contented sigh escaped both their lips as each relished the closeness they had.
"I felt your unease through my sleep," she mumbled sleepily to him as she nuzzled into the crook of his neck. "What is it that troubles you?"
"The journey I am to take is tomorrow and I do not wish to leave you here," he said as his hand traced down her back.
"Do we tell or not?" she asked. It was the question they both were contemplating.
"I do not know," Glorfindel said as he kissed her temple. "Turgon would have preferred a ceremony and feast to celebrate as some traditions follow but if we were to tell him, he would have one right away. Though, we do not have the time to plan one."
"I would not have one until our city is whole and all we care for will be with us," Elrilya added on to his thoughts. "While many are still away at the building of the secret city, we cannot have this be known."
Glorfindel sat up with a start as Elrilya slipped out of his arms and onto the bed with a plop. She looked up at him with startled and bewildered eyes.
"How do you know about Ondolindë?" he queried.
"It is difficult to keep secrets between one another now," Elrilya said with a sigh.
"Ah, yes," Glorfindel said, a little uneasy with the ability they shared intimately that left little to no privacy that he was used to and had expected to keep even after binding himself to another. "You must speak of it to no one else for now."
"Of course," she said with a nod. "Just as we are to not speak of our binding until the proper time."
"Though, if I asked Turgon to let you come with me..." Glorfindel alluded.
"Nay, he would not let me since I am not one who can be useful," she said with a shake of her head. "Many others who are bound leave their spouse behind to go to our future home."
"I know you speak the truth but it does not help quell my worrisome mind," he said with a sigh.
"Then I must do all in my power so that you will not despair while away," she said with an impish grin spreading across her face.
The blanket that had been covering her fell from her hand, showing all that Glorfindel had claimed the night previous. Before Glorfindel could say a word, Elrilya had his back to the mattress as she pressed herself against him with fiery kisses prickling the skin of his neck and chest.
"When was roughness your way?" he asked with a chuckle that turned into a low moan as her fingers wrapped around his hardening length.
"It must be your influence," she said as she once more took to her task of owning his body.
Glorfindel's mind reeled as Elrilya's hand began to move along his shaft, nestled in a bed of golden curls.
"Do not taunt me with minor play," he hissed through his teeth as he tried to entice her with his talk. "Can you not take me fully?"
"If you wish it then it shall be done," she whispered into his ear before pulling away from him.
Unsure of what she was about to do, Glorfindel raised himself onto his elbows only to collapse again onto his back as he watched, as well as felt, Elrilya take him into her warm mouth. Her tongue twisted and licked along his organ as her lips smoothly moved over him as Glorfindel's breath quickened.
She drew upon him as her lips and tongue toyed with his sensations and he trembled as he felt himself pulled into her control, losing himself in the rapturous sensations she had racking his body. Seeing as Elrilya had not done this at all before was surprising to him that she somehow was so well talented at such attentions.
Glorfindel held her head as she moved, his fingers combing through her hair and massaging her head as she continually brought him closer to his peak. His breathing became ragged as she unrelentingly kept heightening the sensations until he was groaning with each stride. Finally he felt himself let go and a flurry of pleasurable shockwaves exploded in his mind and thoughts as she drank him greedily.
As he found himself waking from the overflow of delight, Glorfindel released his hold he had on her head as she stood in front of him. He found her staring down at him with a thoroughly amused yet victorious face. He smiled then pulled her quickly into his lap, his slick need becoming aroused once more and pressing against her stomach. It was only fair that he meet and maybe surpass what she had given him. All day he would see to that.
*
Glorfindel looked out at the sprawling valley before him as he stood upon the first makings of the white walls of Ondolindë. Indeed it reminded the Vanyarin lord of Tirion in Valinor all too much even in its beginning stages. Six years they had been toiling already but great progress had been made thus far and even before Glorfindel's group of reinforcements had arrived. He had soon learned that the Sindar that also compromised part of those who were building and working on the city had named the new home in their own tongue: Gondolin.
Upon his arrival to what was to be Ondolindë, Glorfindel and his group had been traveling eight days and it had been mid-morning when Glorfindel noted landmarks Turgon have given him as instructions to find the hidden entrance to the secret place of the city of Ondolindë. The Noldo king had refused to give out any written instructions or maps on how to journey to the lands of the east since he did not want too much information to fall into the hands of the Dark Lord. This city was to be the last battlement against the powers of evil, the last hope, if the Eldar were to fail in destroying Morgoth.
It had been hard for Glorfindel the first few months away from his beloved mate, Elrilya. Their last day and night together before his departure had been anything but chaste and innocent for they wanted to keep their loving fresh in their minds until they would meet again. Glorfindel could feel the warmth and love she sent his way over their connection even if it was muted a little due to their distance Though, somehow, their connection was stronger while they slept and many a vivid dreams of being together passed between them. Whenever he awoke, Glorfindel could almost feel his hair upon his face or her soft hands caressing his body but it seemed to diminish as he became more conscious. It was the dreams that kept him well in control of himself yet not depressed to be separated for so long. And here he was with more than half his term done. Soon they would have each other again.
Fiddling with his fingers and feeling smooth metal, Glorfindel glanced down at his hand to find two silver-crafted rings he had retrieved from the miners and jewelry crafters earlier that day. Once he returned he would bestow his gift to Elrilya of the smaller, silver ring to officially make their claim of one another. A charge of elation shot through him as he thought about the day that would come and he would be able to publicly declare their intentions that had already been secretly made and bound.
Taking a wide glance around the city growing beneath him, Glorfindel imagined in his mind how their ceremony would be upon the white-stone courtyards with flowers and vines colored and draped the walls while the fountains splashed a chorus of music echoing through the avenues. It indeed would be best to wait to have their ceremony here in the city so much like the one where they had met many dozens of years before.
Glorfindel stepped back from his balcony and once more entered his bedroom. The center of the city had been mostly worked on first including Turgon's halls and the Tower of the King, where Turgon would dwell. Glorfindel's new home, a grand house that seemed almost like a palace of his own, was in Turgon's first plans for the inner circle of the city that was high above other areas so that he had a wonderful view of the valley of Tumladen. The furniture and decoration was sparse since Glorfindel had little need to do those details right away but he also hoped to bring Elrilya into this place as a home for both of them so that she could call it hers as well as his. One day, he thought to himself, we will be here together as we should.
Glossary
Artuile: early morning
Chapter Thirty-Two: Artuile
Morning came quicker than anticipated but the golden rays of Anur revealed the events of the night before with her light. Glorfindel laid in bed with his eyes trained on the image before him. Elrilya's still form was stretched out before him, the blanket pulled halfway up her body and her dark tresses spread around her. She slept peacefully without a stressed or furrowed line showing on her face. Having spent the night without any sleep for fear of it all being a dream, Glorfindel stayed by her side all night with her body pressed against his.
By daylight it was apparent it was not a dream to Glorfindel and he finally settled comfortably in his bed with his mate. He could not believe they were finally together but it elated him even more to remind himself again and again that it was true. Bringing her closer to him, Glorfindel let his fingers slide through the strands of hair covering half of Elrilya's face to reveal her more to him. The strangest thing of their joining was the bond they now had, sharing every thought, emotion, idea, and sensation. Her thoughts were in his mind as were his in her own. Their continued coupling through the night proved much more powerful than ever now that they had their spiritual link between them.
With a deep sigh, Glorfindel contemplated his predicament in the following days. The next day he would be departing on his journey to Ondolindë and leaving Elrilya behind without him. He pondered how they would be on their own without the other nearby so soon after their binding.
His attention was taken away from his thoughts when he felt Elrilya shift under his arms as she awakened. Moments later, the warm gaze of Glorfindel's beloved looked upon him with new eyes. Elrilya's arm slipped around Glorfindel's torso as he brought her even closer to his chest. A contented sigh escaped both their lips as each relished the closeness they had.
"I felt your unease through my sleep," she mumbled sleepily to him as she nuzzled into the crook of his neck. "What is it that troubles you?"
"The journey I am to take is tomorrow and I do not wish to leave you here," he said as his hand traced down her back.
"Do we tell or not?" she asked. It was the question they both were contemplating.
"I do not know," Glorfindel said as he kissed her temple. "Turgon would have preferred a ceremony and feast to celebrate as some traditions follow but if we were to tell him, he would have one right away. Though, we do not have the time to plan one."
"I would not have one until our city is whole and all we care for will be with us," Elrilya added on to his thoughts. "While many are still away at the building of the secret city, we cannot have this be known."
Glorfindel sat up with a start as Elrilya slipped out of his arms and onto the bed with a plop. She looked up at him with startled and bewildered eyes.
"How do you know about Ondolindë?" he queried.
"It is difficult to keep secrets between one another now," Elrilya said with a sigh.
"Ah, yes," Glorfindel said, a little uneasy with the ability they shared intimately that left little to no privacy that he was used to and had expected to keep even after binding himself to another. "You must speak of it to no one else for now."
"Of course," she said with a nod. "Just as we are to not speak of our binding until the proper time."
"Though, if I asked Turgon to let you come with me..." Glorfindel alluded.
"Nay, he would not let me since I am not one who can be useful," she said with a shake of her head. "Many others who are bound leave their spouse behind to go to our future home."
"I know you speak the truth but it does not help quell my worrisome mind," he said with a sigh.
"Then I must do all in my power so that you will not despair while away," she said with an impish grin spreading across her face.
The blanket that had been covering her fell from her hand, showing all that Glorfindel had claimed the night previous. Before Glorfindel could say a word, Elrilya had his back to the mattress as she pressed herself against him with fiery kisses prickling the skin of his neck and chest.
"When was roughness your way?" he asked with a chuckle that turned into a low moan as her fingers wrapped around his hardening length.
"It must be your influence," she said as she once more took to her task of owning his body.
Glorfindel's mind reeled as Elrilya's hand began to move along his shaft, nestled in a bed of golden curls.
"Do not taunt me with minor play," he hissed through his teeth as he tried to entice her with his talk. "Can you not take me fully?"
"If you wish it then it shall be done," she whispered into his ear before pulling away from him.
Unsure of what she was about to do, Glorfindel raised himself onto his elbows only to collapse again onto his back as he watched, as well as felt, Elrilya take him into her warm mouth. Her tongue twisted and licked along his organ as her lips smoothly moved over him as Glorfindel's breath quickened.
She drew upon him as her lips and tongue toyed with his sensations and he trembled as he felt himself pulled into her control, losing himself in the rapturous sensations she had racking his body. Seeing as Elrilya had not done this at all before was surprising to him that she somehow was so well talented at such attentions.
Glorfindel held her head as she moved, his fingers combing through her hair and massaging her head as she continually brought him closer to his peak. His breathing became ragged as she unrelentingly kept heightening the sensations until he was groaning with each stride. Finally he felt himself let go and a flurry of pleasurable shockwaves exploded in his mind and thoughts as she drank him greedily.
As he found himself waking from the overflow of delight, Glorfindel released his hold he had on her head as she stood in front of him. He found her staring down at him with a thoroughly amused yet victorious face. He smiled then pulled her quickly into his lap, his slick need becoming aroused once more and pressing against her stomach. It was only fair that he meet and maybe surpass what she had given him. All day he would see to that.
*
Glorfindel looked out at the sprawling valley before him as he stood upon the first makings of the white walls of Ondolindë. Indeed it reminded the Vanyarin lord of Tirion in Valinor all too much even in its beginning stages. Six years they had been toiling already but great progress had been made thus far and even before Glorfindel's group of reinforcements had arrived. He had soon learned that the Sindar that also compromised part of those who were building and working on the city had named the new home in their own tongue: Gondolin.
Upon his arrival to what was to be Ondolindë, Glorfindel and his group had been traveling eight days and it had been mid-morning when Glorfindel noted landmarks Turgon have given him as instructions to find the hidden entrance to the secret place of the city of Ondolindë. The Noldo king had refused to give out any written instructions or maps on how to journey to the lands of the east since he did not want too much information to fall into the hands of the Dark Lord. This city was to be the last battlement against the powers of evil, the last hope, if the Eldar were to fail in destroying Morgoth.
It had been hard for Glorfindel the first few months away from his beloved mate, Elrilya. Their last day and night together before his departure had been anything but chaste and innocent for they wanted to keep their loving fresh in their minds until they would meet again. Glorfindel could feel the warmth and love she sent his way over their connection even if it was muted a little due to their distance Though, somehow, their connection was stronger while they slept and many a vivid dreams of being together passed between them. Whenever he awoke, Glorfindel could almost feel his hair upon his face or her soft hands caressing his body but it seemed to diminish as he became more conscious. It was the dreams that kept him well in control of himself yet not depressed to be separated for so long. And here he was with more than half his term done. Soon they would have each other again.
Fiddling with his fingers and feeling smooth metal, Glorfindel glanced down at his hand to find two silver-crafted rings he had retrieved from the miners and jewelry crafters earlier that day. Once he returned he would bestow his gift to Elrilya of the smaller, silver ring to officially make their claim of one another. A charge of elation shot through him as he thought about the day that would come and he would be able to publicly declare their intentions that had already been secretly made and bound.
Taking a wide glance around the city growing beneath him, Glorfindel imagined in his mind how their ceremony would be upon the white-stone courtyards with flowers and vines colored and draped the walls while the fountains splashed a chorus of music echoing through the avenues. It indeed would be best to wait to have their ceremony here in the city so much like the one where they had met many dozens of years before.
Glorfindel stepped back from his balcony and once more entered his bedroom. The center of the city had been mostly worked on first including Turgon's halls and the Tower of the King, where Turgon would dwell. Glorfindel's new home, a grand house that seemed almost like a palace of his own, was in Turgon's first plans for the inner circle of the city that was high above other areas so that he had a wonderful view of the valley of Tumladen. The furniture and decoration was sparse since Glorfindel had little need to do those details right away but he also hoped to bring Elrilya into this place as a home for both of them so that she could call it hers as well as his. One day, he thought to himself, we will be here together as we should.
Glossary
Artuile: early morning
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