Love from the House of the Golden Flower
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Harry Potter Crossovers › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter Crossovers › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
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24,446
Reviews:
37
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Currently Reading:
5
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I do not own Harry Potter or Lord of The Rings, and I do not make any money from these fictions.
The Stallions and the Mares
Rivendell, T.A. 605
The next afternoon…
“Erestor!” Harry shouted, running into the office of the chief counsellor.
“Harry,” Erestor sighed, setting aside some papers. “Please, what have I said about running in the hallways?”
“Not to do it?” Harry pouted, staring at him innocently with those big green eyes.
“And what were you doing?” the chief counsellor prompted, just managing to hold his stern resolve.
“Running in the hallways?” the Elfling sighed. “I am sorry. Forgive me?”
“As always,” Erestor muttered, crumbling at the trembling lower lip and threatening tears.
“You are the best!” Harry exclaimed, bouncing over to Erestor to plop down in his lap and give him a hug. “The best chief counsellor in the whole of Middle Earth.”
“What do you need now, little one?” Erestor asked, amused.
Harry sighed.
“I need advice,” he stated seriously.
“You have to tell me what is wrong before I can give you advice,” the older Elf pointed out when Harry did not continue.
“When I was in the bath, Naracion looked at me like I was food,” Harry told him. “And I told Glorfindel. And he got angry. And he tried to explain the differences between appropriate and inappropriate touching. And…”
“Breathe,” Erestor suggested. “You told Glorfindel that Naracion looked at you like you were food?”
“Well, Elladan and Elrohir are away on Ranger duties, and ada has been very busy lately,” Harry explained. “Besides, Glorfindel is very wise, and he always say I can talk to him about anything.”
“Harry…” the older Elf sighed. “You would have been better telling Lord Elrond.”
“Why?” the little Elfing asked curiously.
“Because Naracion is probably dead by now,” Erestor muttered to himself.
Harry laughed at him.
“Glorfindel is much too level-headed to do such a thing. Naracion only looked at me strangely,” the green-eyed youth pointed out.
“No matter how level-headed and calm Glorfindel usually is, he worships at the altar of your innocence…” Erestor trailed off, realizing that he probably should not have said that.
“Worships at the altar of my innocence?” Harry repeated, confused. “Is this why he stopped kissing me last night?”
“You kissed him?” the chief counsellor asked. “And he pushed you away?”
“Well…” Harry trailed off. “I kissed him, because I want him to be happy, but then he tried to put his tongue in my mouth. I did not like that much. It was wet.”
Erestor felt like banging his head against the nearest wall.
“It was wet?” he questioned. “You kissed Glorfindel of Gondolin, Lord of the House of the Golden Flower, and all you can say is ‘It was wet’?”
“Umm…yes?” Harry offered, staring up at him with those innocent emerald eyes.
“I pity him, once you truly understand what you can do to a male,” Erestor muttered, then sighed.
“What can I do?” the little Elfling asked, shifting in his lap to straddle him face-to-face.
“Things that you are too young to understand,” the chief counsellor stated, pushing down his own inappropriate reaction at the squirming.
He did not want Glorfindel to kill him, after all.
“Did Lord Elrond not explain to you about the stallions and the mares?” Erestor questioned.
“He tried, but it was confusing,” Harry admitted. “He said Glorfindel would demonstrate when the time was right.”
Erestor spluttered.
“Lord Elrond told you that Glorfindel would demonstrate to you about the stallions and the mares?” Erestor questioned incredulously.
“Well…no,” Harry admitted. “He muttered it to himself. Why do people always mutter to themselves when they try to explain things to me? I am an Elf, you know; I can hear you perfectly fine even if you are whispering.”
“I think we forget that sometimes,” Erestor muttered to himself.
“See…” Harry pointed out. “Muttering. I can hear you.”
Erestor sighed, not denying it.
“So you kissed Glorfindel, and it was wet, and then what..?” he prompted.
“And then we played chess. Glorfindel won, as usual,” Harry rolled his eyes.
“You played chess?” Erestor asked, disbelieving.
“And Glorfindel won,” the little Elfling repeated.
“And Glorfindel won,” Erestor sighed. “Harry…perhaps I should explain to you about the stallions and the mares.”
“Please do!” Harry replied, excitedly bouncing up and down in his lap.
“Harry!” the chief counsellor said sharply, putting his hands on those squirming hips to hold him still. “Perhaps it would be best if you sat in another chair for this discussion?”
“Why?” the little Elfling asked, lower lip trembling as it pouted. “You are comfortable and warm. I do not wish to sit in a cold, hard chair.”
“We have spoiled you,” the chief counsellor sighed. “All right, about the stallions and the mares…how much do you know?”
“Well, when a stallion loves a mare very much, he will ask the mare to marry him. Then, they will live together and touch appropriately, making love. Making love also makes babies,” Harry said seriously. “But I do not know what this appropriate touching is! No one will explain it to me.”
Erestor stared at the innocent little Elfling blankly. Lord Elrond was more overprotective than even he imagined…
“Erestor?” Harry questioned. “I love Glorfindel, and I would like to live with him, I think. How do I touch him appropriately to make love and babies?”
Erestor took a deep breath.
He had a feeling it was going to be a very long discussion…
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Author’s Note: Sorry, no Glorfindel in this chapter. But I could not resist some Erestor/Harry interaction…Besides, Harry needs someone to explain the stallions and the mares to him for real…Please let me know what you think…*puppy dog eyes*
The next afternoon…
“Erestor!” Harry shouted, running into the office of the chief counsellor.
“Harry,” Erestor sighed, setting aside some papers. “Please, what have I said about running in the hallways?”
“Not to do it?” Harry pouted, staring at him innocently with those big green eyes.
“And what were you doing?” the chief counsellor prompted, just managing to hold his stern resolve.
“Running in the hallways?” the Elfling sighed. “I am sorry. Forgive me?”
“As always,” Erestor muttered, crumbling at the trembling lower lip and threatening tears.
“You are the best!” Harry exclaimed, bouncing over to Erestor to plop down in his lap and give him a hug. “The best chief counsellor in the whole of Middle Earth.”
“What do you need now, little one?” Erestor asked, amused.
Harry sighed.
“I need advice,” he stated seriously.
“You have to tell me what is wrong before I can give you advice,” the older Elf pointed out when Harry did not continue.
“When I was in the bath, Naracion looked at me like I was food,” Harry told him. “And I told Glorfindel. And he got angry. And he tried to explain the differences between appropriate and inappropriate touching. And…”
“Breathe,” Erestor suggested. “You told Glorfindel that Naracion looked at you like you were food?”
“Well, Elladan and Elrohir are away on Ranger duties, and ada has been very busy lately,” Harry explained. “Besides, Glorfindel is very wise, and he always say I can talk to him about anything.”
“Harry…” the older Elf sighed. “You would have been better telling Lord Elrond.”
“Why?” the little Elfing asked curiously.
“Because Naracion is probably dead by now,” Erestor muttered to himself.
Harry laughed at him.
“Glorfindel is much too level-headed to do such a thing. Naracion only looked at me strangely,” the green-eyed youth pointed out.
“No matter how level-headed and calm Glorfindel usually is, he worships at the altar of your innocence…” Erestor trailed off, realizing that he probably should not have said that.
“Worships at the altar of my innocence?” Harry repeated, confused. “Is this why he stopped kissing me last night?”
“You kissed him?” the chief counsellor asked. “And he pushed you away?”
“Well…” Harry trailed off. “I kissed him, because I want him to be happy, but then he tried to put his tongue in my mouth. I did not like that much. It was wet.”
Erestor felt like banging his head against the nearest wall.
“It was wet?” he questioned. “You kissed Glorfindel of Gondolin, Lord of the House of the Golden Flower, and all you can say is ‘It was wet’?”
“Umm…yes?” Harry offered, staring up at him with those innocent emerald eyes.
“I pity him, once you truly understand what you can do to a male,” Erestor muttered, then sighed.
“What can I do?” the little Elfling asked, shifting in his lap to straddle him face-to-face.
“Things that you are too young to understand,” the chief counsellor stated, pushing down his own inappropriate reaction at the squirming.
He did not want Glorfindel to kill him, after all.
“Did Lord Elrond not explain to you about the stallions and the mares?” Erestor questioned.
“He tried, but it was confusing,” Harry admitted. “He said Glorfindel would demonstrate when the time was right.”
Erestor spluttered.
“Lord Elrond told you that Glorfindel would demonstrate to you about the stallions and the mares?” Erestor questioned incredulously.
“Well…no,” Harry admitted. “He muttered it to himself. Why do people always mutter to themselves when they try to explain things to me? I am an Elf, you know; I can hear you perfectly fine even if you are whispering.”
“I think we forget that sometimes,” Erestor muttered to himself.
“See…” Harry pointed out. “Muttering. I can hear you.”
Erestor sighed, not denying it.
“So you kissed Glorfindel, and it was wet, and then what..?” he prompted.
“And then we played chess. Glorfindel won, as usual,” Harry rolled his eyes.
“You played chess?” Erestor asked, disbelieving.
“And Glorfindel won,” the little Elfling repeated.
“And Glorfindel won,” Erestor sighed. “Harry…perhaps I should explain to you about the stallions and the mares.”
“Please do!” Harry replied, excitedly bouncing up and down in his lap.
“Harry!” the chief counsellor said sharply, putting his hands on those squirming hips to hold him still. “Perhaps it would be best if you sat in another chair for this discussion?”
“Why?” the little Elfling asked, lower lip trembling as it pouted. “You are comfortable and warm. I do not wish to sit in a cold, hard chair.”
“We have spoiled you,” the chief counsellor sighed. “All right, about the stallions and the mares…how much do you know?”
“Well, when a stallion loves a mare very much, he will ask the mare to marry him. Then, they will live together and touch appropriately, making love. Making love also makes babies,” Harry said seriously. “But I do not know what this appropriate touching is! No one will explain it to me.”
Erestor stared at the innocent little Elfling blankly. Lord Elrond was more overprotective than even he imagined…
“Erestor?” Harry questioned. “I love Glorfindel, and I would like to live with him, I think. How do I touch him appropriately to make love and babies?”
Erestor took a deep breath.
He had a feeling it was going to be a very long discussion…
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Author’s Note: Sorry, no Glorfindel in this chapter. But I could not resist some Erestor/Harry interaction…Besides, Harry needs someone to explain the stallions and the mares to him for real…Please let me know what you think…*puppy dog eyes*