When You Wish Upon A Star

When You Wish Upon A Star

Posted: December 28, 2007
Title: When You Wish Upon A Star
Author: Lady Mírfain
Type: FCS
Characters: Erestor/Melpomaen, Glorfindel/Haldir, Celebrian /Elrond
Rating: R
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. They all belong to Tolkien. I am just borrowing them to play with. I promise to return them with smiles on their faces.
Beta: Keiliss
Author's Notes: This was written for Aglarien as part of the Secret Santa Fic Exchange for the LOTR All Slash yahoo group. Enjoy it, sweetie.

Summary: A wish upon a star brings a heart's deepest desires to fruitation in Imladris.

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When You Wish Upon A Star

Writer: Leigh Harline; Lyrics: Ned Washington

When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires will come to you

If your heart is in your dreams, no request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star as dreamers do

(Fate is kind, she brings to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of their secret longing)

Like a bolt out of the blue, fate steps in and sees you thru
When you wish upon a star, your dreams come true

Prologue

The dark-haired elf followed his nightly ritual, preparing for bed before padding out to sit on his secluded balcony and make his nightly plea to the Valar. But tonight there were no stars. The dark clouds of the approaching winter storm filled the sky, shrouding the valley below in the deepest black. A single tear slipped from his bright green eyes as he stared at the sky overhead, a soft whimper escaping him. Every night for centuries he had made his plea. Maybe this was the sign that he should give up, that he should finally accept defeat.

But no! The clouds parted and a single ray from Eärendil’s light shone down on the sad face, making his hair shine in the sudden light. The elf brightened and swiftly sent his plea to the Valar. “Please, I am so tired of being alone. All around me, I see couples. I just want someone to love me for who I am and to see behind my mask. Please, will you send me someone?” He pleaded his plight as he had each and every night. Then, as if finally hearing his petition, a shooting star crossed the opening in the clouds before the icy wind blew it closed once more.

The elf smiled, then stood, his arms wrapping around his bare chest to ward off the chill, and stepped back into his room and closed the glass doors, leaving the curtains open so that he could watch the fury of the storm as it approached.

Erestor rose from behind his desk as the shouts of a party arriving from Lothlórien reached his ears. Rushing to knock on Elrond’s office door, informing him of the surprise arrival of guests, he then hurried to the housekeeper, setting her to arranging quarters for however many had arrived, knowing that they would be staying until spring. With the snow that was now flying, the roads between the realms would be impassable and all travel foolhardy.

After making all the arrangements he could without knowing numbers, and making sure a warm meal would be waiting for the elves, Erestor wrapped his fur-lined, emerald velvet cloak around his shoulders, pulling the hood up over his face before heading for the courtyard, meeting up with Elrond as he reached the main doors.

“After you, my friend,” Erestor said, opening the door for his lord and longtime friend. He followed the ruler of Imladris out into the blustery, snow filled wind to stand huddled in his cloak as the group of elves rode in to the courtyard that was rapidly filling with blowing snow.

“Welcome, friends. A warm meal is awaiting you in the dining hall. Your horses will be cared for, so do not worry about them,” Elrond said, his voice somehow projecting over the sounds of the storm. He greeted Haldir, captain of the guards for his wife’s parents, before opening the door to invite the travelers into the warmth of his home.

Erestor hung back, counting the members of the party, pleased that Glorfindel would have his husband at his side for the winter. “Hello Haldir. I will have a messenger sent to find your husband and let him know of your arrival,” he said as he instructed a servant to take Haldir’s bags up to Glorfindel’s rooms and had another run to find the head of Imladris’s forces, before turning to greet the rest of the party, to find his breath catching in his throat, words flying from his mind.

Haldir, seeing a look on Erestor’s face that he had never thought to see, grinned. “Meet Melpomaen. We are escorting him here as our new ambassador.” Haldir handed Elrond a scroll sealed with the royal seal of his lord and lady, then pulled the mousy elf forward. “Mel, meet Master Erestor and Lord Elrond.”

Mel pushed the hood of his brown wool cloak back from his face, his hazel eyes gleaming brightly as he pulled his attention from his surroundings to the elves before him. “I am pleased to meet you, my lords. It is an honor to be here. I am awed by the beauty I find here,” he said to Elrond before turning to Erestor to greet him. A bright blush filled his cheeks and his mouth opened and closed silently before he ducked his head.

Haldir chuckled. “I have been telling him tales of you, Erestor, on our trip here, I am afraid. It would seem that I may have done you a disservice and scared the poor elf. Forgive me.”

Erestor simply cuffed Haldir upside the head before saying quietly to Melpomaen, “Follow me,” and leading the way to well appointed rooms three doors down from his own, on the other side of Glorfindel and Haldir’s chambers. Opening the door, he said, “These belonged to Nestadion before he sailed. Make any changes you desire. Just ask the housekeeper for whatever you need. Would you like to bathe first or eat?”

Mel looked at the raven haired elf who seemed to tower above him, even though he actually topped the Imladrian elf’s height by at least six inches. “A meal first, I think,” he finally managed to whisper in a quiet voice, his eyes moving back to the floor.

Erestor smiled and turned. “Then follow me and I will show you the way,” he said, before leading the way to the dining hall that was filled with the group from Lórien and the many that had come to greet them. The noticeable absences were Glorfindel and Haldir, but since he and Melpomaen had passed them heading for their chambers, it was not surprising.

Closing the door behind them, Glorfindel pulled Haldir into his arms and kissed him tenderly. The kiss rapidly turned heated and he swung his husband up into his arms and carried him to the bed. “I have missed you so much, love,” he said, covering Haldir’s body with his own. It only took moments before his husband’s toned body was bared to his gaze and their clothing littered the floor.

Haldir wrapped his arms around Glorfindel’s neck, pulling him down until their lips were only inches apart. “Make love to me. I need you,” he whispered, finally pulling Glorfindel’s head down the remaining inches before claiming his husband’s lips in a fiery kiss, trying to make up for the long months apart.

Soon, the only sounds that came from their rooms were the moans and gasps of the two lovers reacquainting themselves with each other. All that heard them smiled in happiness for the bright and shining Glorfindel and his staid and dependable husband.

Mel shyly followed the elf he had lived in awe of for so long. The realization that he would be working with him and be able to learn from the greatest councilor in the elven realms filled him with excitement. But he was also afraid. He was frightened that he would make a fool of himself here. That his lady had told him that he would excel here had given him confidence, a confidence that had fled as soon as he had been faced with his idol.

Mel’s liquid hazel eyes drank in the form of the councilor in his dark green robe striding before him, memorizing all the details of his clothing, not intending to copy him exactly, but to simply gain pointers in his own style of dress. Unintentionally, he asked quietly, “How do you stay so neat?” then slapped his hand over his mouth at what he had just revealed about himself. “I am sorry,” he muttered, blushing hotly, his eyes dropping to the floor again, missing Erestor’s grin.

“It is fine. I had just changed clothes and returned to my office to tidy up when your party arrived. Normally, I am very mussed by this time of day, my hair sticking up from running my hand through it in frustration,” Erestor explained quietly, liking the quiet elf but wondering how, being this shy, he had become a councilor.

He introduced him to the elves in the room that Melpomaen did not know before leading him to the head table, pulling a chair out for the elf to sit. He took the seat next to him, keeping up idle chatter, more or less with himself as Melpomaen was not saying anything at all. But his monologue stopped when the room fell silent in reverance as Elrond entered, his arm around the waist of a heavily pregnant Celebrían.

All eyes were on the Lady of Imladris, her glow of happiness shining on all elves in the room. As Elrond escorted her to the main table, she stopped and spoke to each of the Loríen elves as she passed them, pleased to see a reminder of home in her house again. But finally she sank into the chair Elrond held for her with a grateful sigh, the weight of her pregnancy tiring her. She smiled and waved back at her twin sons, smiling at her from where they were sitting with the elves they had met in Lórien, before greeting Melpomaen graciously, welcoming him to her home. “I hope that you enjoy your stay here. We will have to talk about our homeland sometime.”

Mel smiled at her. “Thank you, my lady. I would like that very much.” He was beaming when he looked at the maid who set his meal before him, thanking her.

Erestor beckoned the maid and whispered instructions to her for a meal that would keep to be delivered to Glorfindel’s sitting room, along with a bottle of fine wine, before he turned to his own meal.

When everyone was finished eating, Elrond rose to his feet once again and warmly welcomed the group from Lórien, telling them that he hoped they would feel at home here for the winter months, before helping his wife to stand and leaving the room, his arm once more around her waist.

Erestor sighed, then turned to Melpomaen. “If you would like to retire, I will show you to your room once more,” he offered, waiting for Melpomaen to respond before rising to his feet.

Mel nodded in response to Erestor’s words, stifling a yawn before rising as well and following the councilor from the dining hall. When they reached his rooms he blushed, realizing that he did not know what to say, so he mumbled a thank you.

Erestor simply opened the door, then said, “If you need anything, there is a bell pull by the door. A maid will come and bring you anything you would need. If there is nothing else, I will leave you now.” At Melpomaen’s shake of his head, Erestor smiled, saying, “Sleep well. I will meet you at breakfast,” then left Melpomaen to go to his office to finish up his paperwork.

When his desk was finally cleared of the day’s work, he rose and headed for the door, stopping suddenly to return to his desk. He opened the side drawer, pulled out a leather case and carried it into the office across the hall. He set it in the middle of the desk before looking around the office which was so like his own, then, closing the door behind him, went to his own rooms.

Once again, he prepared for bed then went to his balcony door to follow his centuries’ old ritual, but he met with a snag. The door would not open. It was frozen fast. At first he was concerned and a frown marred his brow, until suddenly a beaming smile broke out across his face as he realized that it was the Valar telling him that he no longer needed to wish upon Eärendil’s star. And the smile did not fade as he slept, dreams of a no longer faceless elf gracing his sleep.

Mel sighed as he sank into the luxuriously scented, frothy water. The steam was billowing from the room in waves as he had left the door open as well as the balcony window, enjoying the fresh air. He quickly scrubbed his skin and hair before sinking back to simply relax, enjoying his new and richly appointed surroundings.

Mel closed his eyes, thinking upon his arrival in Imladris and how everyone had greeted him so warmly. But it was a pair of green eyes that caused the most surprise, for thoughts of the raven haired councilor caused a stirring between his legs. Mel’s hand moved down to grip his length, stroking it almost absently as he thought back on every single word spoken between the two of them. In his mind, he could see the councilor’s face and hear his voice. Soon Mel’s breath was coming in gasps and moans, as his hand sped up until, suddenly, he cried, “Erestor!” and spilled into his bathwater.

The shock of having such erotic dreams about his idol, Mel put down to hero worship as he rose from the cooling water and dried himself. He slipped beneath the covers of his bed, naked and shivering from the chill, wishing he had someone to hold him and tell him that everything would work out. The last thought on his mind was how nice Erestor had been today and that he couldn’t wait to speak with his idol again on the morrow. He drifted into reverie with a bright smile upon his lips, a smile that did not fade as dreams of him and a faceless elf, locked in each other’s embrace, played out.

As the weeks passed, the two councilors were only able to meet up for meals and in the council chambers. Things were growing hectic in their lives, one was learning a new job and home, the other was dealing with a houseful of bored elves. Each night, however, the two were together in their dreams, Mel still unsure if his dream elf was his idol or not, Erestor trying hard not to release his desires with the vision of his dream elf in his mind.

But when they met in public, Erestor soon began to believe that the Valar had forsaken him after all. Melpomaen would not meet his eyes, speaking hardly two words to him. That the elf was articulate and forceful in the council chambers had shocked Erestor the first time he had beheld it, realizing that Melpomaen, too, wore a mask which intimidated many of the realm’s inhabitants.

The first time that the pair had come head to head in an argument, even Lord Elrond had been quelled, moving his chair as far away from the pair as possible. Erestor could not remember what it had been over, mayhap some trivial incident involving the visiting contingent. He did remember the outcome, however. It had been brutal, with neither he nor Melpomaen backing down. Each was shooting sparks at the other from eyes burning with the passion of their beliefs. Chairs had been shoved back to crash upon the floor; fists supporting them upon the table as each leaned closer to drive their point home. It was Glorfindel’s growled, “Just kiss already,” that finally silenced them, the argument suddenly forgotten as each face went scarlet with embarrassment at the vocalization their thoughts.

Erestor snarled at Glorfindel then slammed from the room to go throw himself into his office chair. When Mel entered a few minutes later to apologize for his part in the fiasco, he noticed something he never thought to see from such a strong elf. He noticed tears rolling down Erestor’s cheeks. Frozen for a moment, Mel shook himself then rushed to Erestor’s side, wrapping his arms around him and holding him tightly. “What is the matter? Did I do something to upset you so greatly?” he asked in concern.

But the response he obtained silenced him with shock. Well, it silenced him at any rate, for his mouth was claimed in a deep and passionate kiss, one such as he had wanted to share with Erestor for weeks now. And it curled his toes, causing him to crawl into the smaller elf’s lap and bury his hands in the silky hair. No words were said when finally they both rose to their feet and left the office, the door closing behind them. They did not touch. They gave no indication at all as to what they were doing, or where they were going, until they reached the hallway containing the doors to both of their rooms. Pausing outside of his room, Mel looked at Erestor in uncertainty, praying that he understood correctly. Erestor simply reached out, grasped his hand, and pulled him along to his own rooms.

Mel sighed once the door to Erestor’s chambers had been closed and locked behind them and he could not help but rest his cheek against the strong shoulder, his eyes falling closed as he realized that he was where he wanted to be, where he was supposed to be.

Erestor lifted Melpomaen’s chin with a finger, to look deep into the hazel eyes which sparkled with an emotion he could not read. “I have waited for this day for so long, Melpomaen. Are you sure it is what you want?” At Melpomaen’s nod, Erestor sighed in relief and led him through into the bedroom, suddenly unsure hands beginning to fumble on clasps. “I… I will not be able to let you go, ever, if we do this,” Erestor admitted to his soon to be lover.

Mel gasped, and bright, tear-filled eyes lifted to Erestor. “I do not want you to let me go, ever,” he admitted shyly, then bent his head to claim Erestor’s lips in a sweet kiss. His own hands began working at the fastenings of Erestor’s robes until the pale flesh of his chest was bared to his gaze and mouth, and Mel bent his head, capturing a rosy nub between his lips, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.

Erestor moaned as the hot mouth encased his nipple and his hands worked overtime in ridding them of their layers of clothing. Soon, he was pressing Melpomaen back against the bed, but stopped. He pulled back, lifted Melpomaen’s head, and stared deep into his eyes. “I mean this. If we do this, it will be forever. I do not do this lightly. You are my first.” He was afraid to give voice to his emotions however, for he felt it was too soon.

Mel lightly kissed his lips, gripped Erestor’s awakening and insistent tool, and whispered, “Then marry me, and make it official.” He never expected Erestor to pull away, to go stand on the other side of the room. And he felt tears well in his eyes. “I am sorry. I should not have spoken. Forgive me.”

But Erestor would have none of that. “I want nothing more than to marry you, Melpomaen, for I love you. But I need to know how you feel about me first.” His serious eyes, full of all the love in his heart, were trained on the taller, mousy haired elf, his breath held as he waited for a response.

Mel’s eyes widened, not having expected those words from Erestor. But they were what he needed to hear, and he beamed a blinding smile. “I love you, too. I have worshipped you from afar as the greatest councilor ever, someone that I wanted to be just like. But now that I have met you, I no longer want to be like you. Instead, I want to share my life with you. Please, say you will marry me.”

Erestor’s knees went weak and he sat heavily on the side of the bed, his eyes still locked on Melpomaen’s face. “I…. I want to wait until our wedding night to make love then,” he whispered, his hand reaching out to stroke the soft flesh of Melpomaen’s chest. “Let us dress and go speak with Elrond now. I do not want to wait.”

Elrond was shocked to say the least when the pair came to him, hand in hand, short minutes later, and informed him that they wanted to be wed as soon as everything could be arranged. But upon seeing the mutual love in their eyes, he realized suddenly that what Galadriel had told Haldir, and which he in turn had told his husband, was true. These two elves were soul mates. “It will be as you wish. Four days hence, you will be wed.”

Four days later, all of Imladris and the visitors from Lórien gathered in the courtyard, the winter storm having passed, the sun now shining brightly and warmly down upon the happy couple. They repeated time honored vows to each other, pledging their love and devotion for the rest of eternity, then finally they heard the words they had wanted. “You are married. Kiss your husband and seal your vows.”

Their first kiss as a married couple was something that all who witnessed it would not forget. For the first time in most of their memories, the sun and the moon were both visible to bless this union of souls. And the merrymaking was joyous and rowdy. The wine and the food flowed freely. The musicians, led by Lindir, played long into the night. And the Lorien elves and Imladrian elves made merry, dancing the long hours until the dawn.

As soon as they could make their escape, the newly weds left their wellwishers and made their way to Erestor’s chambers, where Melpomaen’s things had been added. Mel swung Erestor up into his arms to carry across the threshold, setting him on his feet next to the sitting room table where their wedding supper had been laid out. But Mel was not hungry for food.

“I am famished, my love. I would feast upon you, now,” he said, a loving smile upon his lips as he led Erestor into the bedroom. Mel’s hands, suddenly sure and unwavering, began to peel the layers of Erestor’s wedding finery from his form. Soon, his husband was bared to his gaze, and he picked him up, stretching him out on the bed, then he straightened and swiftly shed his own clothing.

When Mel stretched out on top of Erestor, his lips but a hair’s breadth from his husband’s, he stopped. “Is this what you want, too?” he whispered in a needy, husky voice. He held his breath, for his body was so taut with desire he felt he would explode. But he would not press Erestor faster than his mate wanted to go. They had their lifetimes to share together now.

Erestor simply spread his legs, locking them behind his new husband’s back. “Oh Mel. I have wanted this since before you arrived in Imladris. Take me, husband. Join our souls together.” Erestor brought his hands up to rest on Mel’s shoulders lightly, his hips grinding them together as best he could. He needed his husband desperately. “Hurry,” he pleaded with him.

Mel took the vial of oil resting on the nightstand, greasing his fingers and moving to prepare his husband. That he was going to get to take Erestor, when he had believed it would be the other way around, made his hands tremble. “I am afraid that I will hurt you,” he admitted to his mate, even as he slipped the first digit inside. He knew what to do, having spoken with Glorfindel and Haldir about it. And soon he had Erestor stretched and ready for him.

Erestor whimpered when Mel removed his fingers, leaving him feeling empty. “Fill me, Mel. I feel so empty now.” He no longer cared that he sounded needy. All he wanted was to have his husband buried deep inside. But when he was finally breached for the first time, he screwed up his face in confusion. “It feels….. uncomfortable,” he said, his hands on Mel’s shoulders as he tried not to push his new husband away. “Finish with me quickly,” he pleaded, suddenly screaming when Mel thrust for the first time and hit something deep inside. He was reeling now from the pleasure. “Do it again! Do it again!” he began begging, not wanting the intense feelings to stop.

Mel threw his head back, his shoulders straining with the effort to keep himself off his husband as he let himself go, thrusting deeply into his mate. This was not a time for long, slow loving. This was a fulfillment of their desire for each other, which was burning out of control and needed to be completed before they were nothing but a pile of cinder. Mel started to reach for Erestor to take him in hand, but discovered there was no need.

With an unintelligible scream, Erestor arched up off the bed, impaling himself further on his husband’s hot and pulsing flesh as he exploded between them, his seed scalding their skin. It was as if something had broken inside him and his hips kept jerking, his passage spasming around the length buried within. When he heard Mel’s roar and felt a burning, liquid heat fill him, he finally calmed, able to sink back against the mattress and pull his husband down upon him. “Wow,” was all he could put voice to as they lay there cuddled together, Mel still buried inside of Erestor.

Epilogue

The one ring had been destroyed, and the rulers of the elven realms were sailing from these shores with most of their people, Arwen had wed Aragorn and Elrond hated leaving her behind, but his time had come to leave. All that kept him from wilting in despair was the promise of the four standing on the docks who had said they would remain until Aragorn and Arwen had both passed before they sailed. Elladan, Elrohir, and their families were standing beside their grandparents and father. Both were excited to be finally getting to see their mother again, even as the melancholy filled them at having to say goodbye to their sister.

Erestor stood wrapped in Melpomaen’s embrace, tears streaming down his cheeks as he said good bye to his friends. He had been torn, trying to decide what to do. But finally, he, Melpomaen, Haldir, and Glorfindel had all agreed to remain in Imladris with the remainder of the elves and not sail until Arwen had left the land of the living. He hugged Elrond, Elladan, and Elrohir once more, then kissed Galadriel’s cheek before going once more to Mel’s side, burying his face in to the strong chest that had comforted many tears.

Mel turned, pulling Erestor with him as the ship cast off, nodding to the other pair, knowing that they would understand. He led his husband to Cirdan’s home, and lay in the bed with him held tightly in his arms. “We will join them in time, I promise you this, my love. But first we have a duty to our lord and lady to see their child and grandchildren safe.” Erestor nodded against Mel’s chest, knowing that he could be weak and spineless in his husband’s comforting arms.

The long years passed, many of the elves moving to Ithilian, while the quartet remained alone in Imladris. But one day it was decided that they should move. Erestor felt the need to be much closer to Arwen, as if a foreboding weight had settled on his mind, and they packed up the remainder of what needed to be moved and set off for Gondor. When they arrived, they were greeted by Eldarion, who, even though happy to see them, had a sad expression on his face.

“We are in time?” Erestor asked, hugging the young man tightly. “I felt that something was soon to come to pass.” The prince led them to the room where his father lay dying and his mother sat, unmoving, clutching Aragorn’s gnarled hand between her own. She looked up when they entered, a weak smile on her lips, and thanked them for coming, her hand reaching out for Melpomaen. Mel moved to her side and wrapped his arms around her, allowing her to break down and sob into his shoulder much as she had when a child.

Erestor pressed a kiss to the face of the child that he had taught so long ago, then said his goodbyes to the wise king of men and pulled the sheet up over his face. Turning to Glorfindel and Haldir with tears in his eyes, he asked them to inform Aragorn’s council of his death. He then held out his arms to Eldarion, offering comfort to him in his grief.

They supported the family as Aragorn was laid to rest with his forefathers, then journeyed to Lothlórien with Arwen, all the elves having long since left the once magical woods. The four sat with Arwen, sharing memories of the many inhabitants of Imladris and Lórien as she slowly faded away from them. And finally they laid her to rest on a hill beneath the fading mellyrn, building a cairn over her. Then they mounted their horses and rode to Ithilian, informing those there of her passing, before heading for the shore.

They helped Legolas, Gimli and the myriad of elves there to build the last boat to leave Middle Earth, finally setting sail to go home. As Erestor watched the familiar shore fade from sight, he leaned back in his husband’s embrace, a look of contentment on his face. As the night sky bloomed above them, Erestor smiled to see Eärendil’s light leading them home. And he sent up a silent prayer of thanks for the many blessings and years of love he had been granted. For when you wish upon a star, your dreams will come true.

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THE END

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