Chapter Thirty Seven-Home Again, Home Again, Jiggidy-Jig
We arrived in Eryn Lasgalen at the cave palace that Thranduil called home on the sixth of September. By this point I had my fill of travel by horseback and would've gladly traded my faithful steed for a couch. A soft fluffy couch that was easy on the buns, and supported my weary body in cozy comfort. I had no such luck. Glorfindel and I were ushered into the same rooms we had shared when we first came to Eryn Lasgalen. The moment we were left alone I flopped down on the bed and groaned theatrically.
"Oh, my butt. I don't think I can feel it any more. Tell me, is it still attached to my body?" I looked at Glorfindel with dramatic flair.
He smiled and came over to my side. Flipping my body over, he pushed his hands against my bottom, causing little jolts of pain to run through my body. As I winced he rubbed it gently, soothing the pain away.
"It appears to still be attached to your body melamin. Should I inspect you body for any other missing anatomy?" His hand slid between my legs, smoothing my dress over my thighs.
While love making was a favoured activity of mine, I was simply too sore to get physical at the moment.
"Baby I'm really not up to it at the moment. Could we please sleep a bit then see how I feel?" I rolled back over to face him.
His fingers twirled strands of my hair around as he looked into my eyes. "You are fatigued. I will let you rest and perhaps we will continue this later," he stroked my face and placed a gentle kiss on my lips.
I sighed, "Whatever caused Eru to braid our destinies together, remind me to thank him when I see him."
"I believe Eru already knows melamin. It is hard to believe that you have only been in my life for a year, as it seems we have been a part of each other for millennia," he said, running his hand down my arm.
I nodded, "I feel like I have been waiting for you in all my lives, and that's why I never settled. I knew I'd be with you sooner or later, and I knew you were worth the wait." I shifted uncomfortably as the ache in my legs and bottom asserted itself.
Glorfindel noticed my discomfort and reached down to take off my boots. "Let me soothe your pain, and you can rest for a few hours. The evening meal will not be called for a few hours, and that will give you enough time to sleep off the pain," he said softly.
He reached under my dress and untied my leggings that I wore underneath my dress for riding. He gently pulled them off and then placed my feet onto the bed, pushing my body around so my head was put on a pillow. I wriggled to help him and he stilled my body with a touch.
"Just remain relaxed. I will do all the work," he whispered in my ear.
I felt him roll me to my side and I stared at the stone wall while I felt him gently rub my legs and bottom, saying something in and Elvish dialect I didn't know, so softly I couldn't make it out. I felt warmth flood my sore areas and soon I was lulled into a deep sleep to help my body finish the healing process.
I remember falling into that soft darkness called sleep, feeling warm and cozy. Soon I was dreaming about mundane things. The day's ride, our telain in Lórien, walking through the streets of Minas Tirith, nothing out of the ordinary. The scenes changed and I found myself back in Vancouver. The way I saw the dreams changed as well. Usually I am an observer, watching myself in the dream or other people. This dream changed so that I was seeing everything from my own perspective. I was in my apartment looking for something. I seemed to be a bit panicked as I went from room to room, unable to find what I was looking for. The scene changed again, and I was walking the streets of Vancouver, still looking for whatever it was that I had lost. I checked out stores, hotel lobbies, I looked in buses and cabs, but to no avail. I just could not find what it was that I was looking for. I fell to the sidewalk sobbing silently, my body wracked with shuddering cries, unable to make a noise.
I awoke with a strangled cry, "Ehhhhh!" I still shook from the intensity of the dream.
Glorfindel sat up with me and wrapped his arms around my shaking body. "Shhh, shhh. It is all right melamin. You are safe. Was it a nightmare? What has frightened you?" he soothed me with his words as he stroked my hair and rubbed my back.
I looked into his eyes, "I dunno. Bad dream I guess. I was looking for something, and I couldn't find it. And I was so scared and upset…I cried but no sound would come out of my throat." The dream replayed in my mind. I guess I was still shaking because Glorfindel gently laid me back onto the bed and rubbed my arms and belly in calming circular motions.
"I am here for you. Just relax in my arms and let me ease you back into a restful sleep," he whispered in my ear.
Part of me didn't want to sleep, but as he whispered more words in the dialect I didn't understand, I soon fell back into a dreamless sleep.
Dinner that evening was not as sumptuous as when we had first visited Eryn Lasgalen, but it was still very nice. Thranduil did not insult me or try to stretch the conditions of my visit, nor did he seem unhappy about my marriage to Glorfindel. I guess he had accepted the terms of Elrond's agreement with him regarding what I would do for him. Dancing after the meal was a short affair for me, as I was still exhausted from the riding. Glorfindel and I made our apologies and retired early for the evening. Elrond asked if I needed his assistance, and I replied all I needed was a good night's rest. The twins gave me a cheery goodnight and were off to scour the premises for the evening's entertainment.
The next six days were filled with meetings between Thranduil, Glorfindel, Elrond and myself. We outlined the treaties and trade agreements and produced the documents for Thranduil to sign if he wished to participate. We had added provisions for trade between the human settlements near Eryn Lasgalen and Thranduil advised he would have his people clear the way with the mortals in charge. Thranduil was interested in the layout of the UN-style Council I had outlined in Minas Tirith, and paid close attention to the workings of the security force. Seeing as how there was still a minor threat from the dark creatures that had survived the original onslaught earlier in the year, he wanted to know if the security forces could be called on to assist in eliminating said threat. I told him he would have to apply to the Council, of which he was a member, and if there was a consensus, it would be a go. The terms and conditions of the Council and security force were acceptable to Thranduil and he seemed pleased with what I had brought him. He was so pleased at my efforts, he let me and my party go early, with the promise I would be back in three months for an update. I gave a 'told-you-so' look to Glorfindel who had been on alert the entire time we were in the company of the King. You can only tell an elf so many times that Thranduil was just misguided and he wasn't an ogre. Sometimes the truth is a hard swallow.
We left Eryn Lasgalen on the thirteenth of September for the ride home to Imladris. I was given a thank-you gift for the work I had done on his behalf from Thranduil. It was a delicately jewelled bracelet. I gave Thranduil a suspicious look and he laughed it off. He told me that I had achieved more than his expectations and he wanted to reward me for a job well done. I made him swear in front of all the Elves in our entourage that there were no ulterior motives, such as cheating a neighbouring realm out of goods and/or services, and that he would continue to act in good faith. He thought that was funny and said so, but swore the promise anyway. I told him my ethics would not allow for anything less than honourable behaviour, and as long as we conducted business in such a manner, I would be happy to continue our arrangement. I think Thranduil got a kick out me being the ethics police.
The ride home took another nine days. Never was I so glad to see a place, as I was to see Imladris. Home at long last. Of course, we no longer had Arwen with us, as she had returned to Minas Tirith with her new husband Estel, now known as Elessar King. The twins were now in residence, but as they were still a part of the Dúnedain patrols and would ride out with them, they may not be around for long. Elrond was unhappy about losing his daughter to a mortal life, but Arwen had given him numerous assurances that her and Estel would visit soon and visit often, as Arnor was the realm in which Imladris resided. I was ecstatic that I was going to be moving into Glorfindel's rooms. Elrond had told Glorfindel that when I became pregnant, he would give us the apartments in the southwest wing, which included four bedrooms, a sitting room, study and private bathing chambers. Apparently there was a small room that could double as a playroom when the children became mobile. Children. The thought that I would bear Glorfindel's children filled me with happiness, as I felt I had come full circle. I had gone from caring for other people and their children, to having my own and caring for them. Well almost. I had to get pregnant first.
Glorfindel ushered me into his, no, our rooms in a rather flamboyant manner. He carried me across the threshold and into the bedroom, depositing me gently onto the bed. I was laughing giddily and telling him not to throw his back out, as I would need him limber later on, when I spotted my backpack from Earth sitting in the corner of the room. Glorfindel followed my gaze.
"I took the liberty of having all your possessions moved into these rooms while we were away. I hope you do not mind?" he stroked my arm.
"No, not at all. I mean, we've been bonded for four months and thirteen days, and we've been married for three months and sixteen days; so it's only logical that you sent word to have my things moved," I paused, "That's what you did, right?"
Glorfindel laughed, "Yes, that is what I did. I sent a message from Lórien before we left for Edoras. Now, shall we inaugurate the bed?" His hand slid up under my dress and his nimble fingers united my leggings. His look changed from light hearted to desire as he stroked my belly.
I felt a surge of passion and I wriggled out of my leggings and started to untie the back of my dress. Glorfindel quickly came to my aid and soon I was naked and lying in the middle of the bed.
"I need you," I whispered urgently.
Glorfindel took off his clothing and crawled on top of me, trailing kisses up my body to my mouth. He kissed me deeply and stroked my nether regions, paying close attention to my sensitive button in between the folds of my labia, and dipping in and out of my core. I panted into his mouth as he stroked me to unbearable excitement. Just as I was about to crest, he stopped and I felt him guide his member to my opening.
"Just go fast," I panted, "I'm almost there and I need to come so bad!"
He pushed in quickly and I groaned at the intrusion, but wriggling eased the pressure and Glorfindel began to pump in earnest. I kissed any skin that came into range of my lips and ran my hands up and down his sculpted chest, while I pulled my legs higher, wrapping them around his back. Glorfindel pumped harder as I squeezed him with my pelvic muscles.
"Melamin, this will not last long if you continue that," he gasped.
"I don't care, I need to come," I panted.
I felt the first tingles of my climax and then Glorfindel stroked my bud, and I flew over the edge. My body shook with my climax and I cried out, as Glorfindel continued to thrust erratically. He went into his orgasm, and I felt his release as he shook, groaning loudly. He fell on top of me and then rolled of to my side.
"That was a good inaugural event. But I believe we will have to best that performance later. I know we can do better," he teased.
I lightly punched his arm, "Yeah, like that'll be such hard work."
Glorfindel kissed me and then pulled up an afghan blanket and put it over us while we napped off our ecstasy. I fell asleep wrapped in my husband's arms, in my new home.