Yule's Night Alone
by Marina
Title: Yule’s night alone Author Name: Aerwen aka Marina Contact Email: samthase@aon.at Beta Name: Lochtaer Main Characters: Erestor/Glorfindel Rating: R (though not much graphic) Genre(s): slash Word Count: 1921 Summary: Erestor gets wasted at the Yule’s night celebration over the fact that Glorfindel has not returned from a trip. Author’s note: The opinion of the wise elf about relationship is out of Plutarch’s translations of Aristotle’s ideas on this certain topic. Alas, I thought in the morning when I looked out of the windows of my chambers. Snow! I must say I always had a stronger liking for the winter months than for the hot summers. And one who has seen Imladris in deep winter will instantly understand my feelings. The trees, the bridges, the towers soon all would hopefully be piled up with snow. For me the winter solstice celebrations were not the same if there was no snow. Some decades ago my mind was fasting through several winters with little to no snow. How awfully empty and cold seemed the fires that were lit in the courtyards to celebrate. No, they had not given any warmth. Physically they had, but our hearts had been freezing. Now this year was different. My friend and often lover had set out to visit the Woodland Realm early in spring and so far had not returned to Imladris. I had been hoping through the last weeks to get message with the birds that he was on the way. Honestly, I must say, my mood had been dropping down into the abyss of my soul. Glorfindel usually sends messages to let us know his whereabouts. Not so this year. The poison of the snakes of jealousy was creeping under my skin and deep into my heart. As Elrond often stated, my overflowing fantasies were causing me troubles. When I closed my eyes I though to see him rolling around with ellyn in the hay or in his beds or in the forests – all things he should do with me and not with someone else. Of course I had no rights to ask him to be faithful because we never had been officially a couple, though I guess everyone knew we were sleeping with each other since many, many years. None of us had had the longing to bond with an elleth. This was easy to understand once one knows the customs of the elves. If one fell for an elleth he would court her and spoil her until she would bond with him. And then? Then all the passion was only used to produce offspring. I heard that the bonding of souls and the procreating was considered the most beautiful feelings an ellon could experience. Perhaps that was right, but I had longings to be put into the chains of marriage and then enjoy bodily love only once or twice in the long time of eternity. Instead, Glorfindel and I, just as well as many other elves, male or female, took comfort in their own gender. One wise elf once said, ages ago I guess and I have no memory of his name, that if two ellyn laid only lust with each other – nothing great would be achieved but beastlike mating. But if two ellyn lay in love or in deep respect for each other passion and wisdom of unknown power would be between them. But the wise elf also said, that if a male and a female elf fall for each other, deep in their minds there will mainly be the thought of procreation. I certainly must agree. Glorfindel and I had been great friends and founders of even greater and bigger ideas and deeds. Now, meanwhile, after having not seen Glorfindel for so many months and being strangled by jealousy I had more a feeling of lust in my loins then any thought of wisdom in my head. I stood still on the window and watched the thick snowflakes gently falling to the ground. Just weeks ago, when I stood there, the birches in front of my chambers had changed the color of their leaves into bright gold which appeared to be liquid in the wind against the cobalt blue skies. Now the mere thought of a night with him let me feel a tug beneath the belt of my leggings. I inhaled sharply while imagining his lips around my hard cock. I turned from the window and gave myself some relief. The days past and still there was no sign of Glorfindel. Every night I hoped to hear the large gates open and the hooves of his war horse trotting in, but nothing happened. Instead, every day seemed to be lifeless to me and boring. Of course I was more than busy with all the preparations for the Yule feast. Meanwhile, rain had washed some of the new snow away and instead of the nice white blankets on the ways we were walking through dirty slush. Younger elves were busy with piling up high beacons for the longest winter night and a variety of foods were prepared prior to the feast to come in the next days. The air was ripe with the scents of roasted meats of venison and pork. Barrels of ales and wines were rolled through the halls. Even though it tastes awesome once prepared, the odor of cooking cabbages and beets seemed to offend my nostrils. Mortals tend to think we live of air and miruvor and nibble once a day on some lembas bread. Oh no! How boring would that be? But how should they know better when we don’t mix and mingle with them nor spend time on explaining ourselves to them. I know that Glorfindel enjoyed to sport a mortal maiden once in a while and when she got boring to him, he still could enjoy her like an ellon. I tried their females too and it was nice. They are hot, tight and moist inside and once you are done they are so proud to have been laid by an elf. I remember some camp followers ages ago, who really made me comfortable in cold nights. In the end, after all those experimental years I preferred and dreamed of a decent elf, feeling his strong hands on my slender hips and his tongue on my ass. Yule’s night approached and the snow was gone. Totally disappointed, because I think the feeling of that night is not coming through, when there is no snow, and also because I was going to spend that special night alone, I buried myself deep in my office, redrawing maps and writing some soulless, meaningless poems for the upcoming feast. I partially had thought to woo Lindir a bit so he would come into my bed. When I remembered that he and I had tried this before and we simply did not match because he too preferred to be more on the passive side during the act, I changed my mind. Sun set early – which was not surprising, since Yule’s night is on the darkest and longest night of the year and it does not matter whose reckoning one looks at. While the mortals hid in their huts and cottages, worrying over spooks and bad things to come in that night, we elves were ready for a feast beyond description. Food was carried into the big hall, dancers and singers entertained us while we stuffed ourselves with ham, venison, beets, breads and cabbage of all kinds and washed it all down with wine and ale and some with even harder drinks. I normally watch what I eat, but not so that night. Some say, especially Elrond, that good food and drink is the best substitute for a lover. Well, I may not always agree but definitely did on this night. I loaded a smoked and cooked knuckle of pork on my plate, added bread and cabbage – latter one had been cut and salted and had rested in wooden barrels until cooked and served. I forked it down without enjoying, simply gulping it down greedily. Since I felt not full enough I went for another plate but took this time from the variety of smoked fish, I think it was trout, salmon and eel, and then added horseradish, dill sauces and berries to it. Since fish like to swim, I offered myself several decent goblets of wine, mostly from the dry and warm lands of Rhun. Finally very full and also in a cosy state of mind due to the wine, ale and brandies I joined the fire burning outside, recited some boring poems praising the night, which were loudly applauded by from the elves of Imladris. I joined Melpomaen and one of the twins and drank some more with them before finally, way after midnight deciding to call it a night and retiring to my chambers. As I opened the door to the stairwell, I was hit by the warm air inside and all the alcohol got into my system. Instant dizziness and drowsiness caught me and I had to hold on to the hand railing to make it upstairs. Twice I stopped to catch a breath, burped, and only at the second go I made it up the first floor. I tripped over a large moose head belonging to an old and moth eaten fur, which some forsaken elleth must have put there for decoration and fell face forward down. For a moment I considered of staying there, especially since I felt that the fur was rather soft – for a moose. Instead I climbed to my feet, must have taken me longer than under normal conditions and breathed hard. I burped again, swore that I would not drink and eat that much at the next feast, which would be summer solstice. Climbing up to the next floor appeared even harder to me than the first flight of stairs. Finally up where I belonged to I had troubles to coordinate my feet and staggered into one of those nice marble statues of Glorfindel. I hugged it and kissed it and sighed over the fact that this had been my closest moment of getting laid by him since months. I took my emerald green cloak off and threw it over the statue. “Don’t look at me that way!” I argued with it, “At least you won’t stay cold that way!” I am glad that I never lock my chambers. That night, I would not have been able to find the keyhole ever. Twice I missed the door handle and then finally made it into my room. What did I care about neatly folding my clothes? I shook my boots off and heard some glass shattering, I dropped my leggings simply to the ground, tore my tunic open somehow and tumbled to my bed. “Long did it take you to come upstairs.” “What? Who…you?” Strong arms grabbed me and threw me down on my very own bed. I was too drunk to fight back. Hands instantly roaming over my body partially aroused me in my wasted state of mind. My feelings were so intense that I only wanted to be taken from whoever was in my bed. When I was turned around and felt a hard and hot cock piercing me slowly and then thrusting finally into me, which sent me nearly over the edge of my bed, I did not even care. To my dismay I passed out. The next morning I woke thirsty and sick. I could have emptied the Bruinen in one deep swallow. Dwarves must have entered my head and had begun to swing hammers on to my brain. But I saw with a certain happiness that it had started snowing again. Blond elf in my bed? I shook my head, but it hurt. “Ai Elbereth, you are awake! Let’s make up for your pass out last night!” Glorfindel’s voice was too loud. He was home and now that I was instantly awake and sober, I would get him to make up for all that I missed the last months. |