Love from the House of the Golden Flower
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Adult +
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The Talk
Chapter 4: The Talk
Rivendell, T.A. 605
Where we last left off…
“Harry,” Erestor started. “First we have to talk about the different kinds of love.”
“There are different kinds of love?” the little Elfling questioned, tilting his head to the side curiously.
“Yes. There is the love you have for your family and friends, and then the love you have for someone you want to marry,” the chief counsellor stated. “Though they are both strong, they are different.”
“Different how? I thought love was love…” Harry asked.
Erestor sighed.
“All right, I will have to use examples, I suppose,” the older Elf stated. “Now, think about how you feel about your ada, Elladan and Elrohir, Arwen, even myself…you would say you love all of us, right?’
Harry nodded.
“Think about the way you love Glorfindel. It is not the same way you feel about your family, is it?” Erestor prompted.
The little Elfling looked at him blankly.
“But…Glorfindel is my family,” he replied. “And I love him just the same.”
Erestor could feel a headache building.
“So you would kiss Elladan the way you kissed Glorfindel last night?” the older Elf asked.
Harry scrunched his little nose up cutely as he thought.
“Well, I kissed Glorfindel because that was what he wanted, and I wanted him to have what he wanted so he would be happy, because I love him. So I suppose if Elladan wanted to kiss me, and it would make him happy, I would…no, I do not think I would kiss him. Elladan is my brother. Brothers should not touch like that,” the little Elfling stated thoughtfully.
“Exactly,” Erestor approved. “So when you want to think about the difference between appropriate and inappropriate touching, think about the differences between what you would let Glorfindel do, and what you would let Elladan do. Brotherly touching – hugs, chaste kisses, cuddling – is usually acceptable. If someone touches you in a way that you would only want Glorfindel to, then it is not appropriate.”
“So it is not appropriate for Glorfindel to touch me that way, either?” Harry asked, confused.
“Once you are married, it will be appropriate,” the chief counsellor stated.
“You think Glorfindel and I will marry one day?” the little Elfling asked, green eyes wide and excited.
“You wish to marry Glorfindel, do you not?” Erestor asked.
“Yes!” Harry exclaimed, bouncing excitedly in Erestor’s lap once again. “He will be my stallion and I shall be his mare and we shall live together and touch appropriately and have many, many foals.”
The chief counsellor silenced him with a look and stilled his bouncing with a tight grip on that slim waist.
“Well, you always get what you want, so I suppose you and Glorfindel will indeed be getting married one day,” Erestor replied. “Not that he can ever say ‘no’ to anything you ask when you look at him with those big green eyes…”
“You are muttering again,” Harry pointed out helpfully.
“Now that you know the difference between different types of love…” Erestor began.
“The kind I feel for Elladan and the kind I feel for Glorfindel,” the little Elfling interrupted proudly.
“Yes, so what I am going to tell you about the kind of touching that creates babies can only be done with Glorfindel after you are married,” the older Elf stated seriously. “You have to promise me, otherwise I cannot tell you…”
“I promise, Erestor. Only with Glorfindel!” the innocent youth swore solemnly. “Besides, I do not think Glorfindel would like it if I made babies with anybody else.”
“Understatement of the millenium…” Erestor muttered. “I would hate to be the Elf that got you pregnant…We do have the saying ‘Glorfindel and the balrog’ for a reason…”
“Muttering again,” Harry pointed out.
“Yes, well, now that you have promised, I can explain the stallions and the mares to you,” the chief counsellor admitted. “You have to listen carefully, and tell me if there is anything you do not understand.”
Harry nodded seriously.
“Now, as you grow up a bit, your body will change and you will have certain…needs,” Erestor began, wincing at the incomprehending look in those large emerald eyes.
“Needs?” Harry asked. “Like eating and drinking and sleeping?”
“Not…quite so essential,” the older Elf admitted. “More like wants…”
“Like cake?” the little Elfling asked innocently. “Or strawberries?”
“I…suppose so,” Erestor caved. “Except, instead of food, you want a special kind of touch.”
“Oh!” Harry exclaimed excitedly. “Like hugs and snuggles and kisses! But Glorfindel already gives me those if I ask, and there are not any new babies around…Are there?”
The last bit was said suspiciously, as if Harry thought Erestor stole his babies out of thin air as they miraculously appeared after a bit of hugging…
“No, no babies,” Erestor reassured. “Believe me, you will know.”
“I will?” Harry asked, confused.
“Yes, because the babies will be made inside of you,” the advisor explained carefully. “And they will grow inside of you for a full four seasons before being ready to meet the rest of the world…”
“Inside of me?” was the incredulous response. “How do they get there?”
“Glorfindel will put them there when he plants his seed inside you,” Erestor responded.
“But…” Harry trailed off. “Planting seeds? He has to garden inside me?”
Erestor was going to murder Lord Elrond…
“No,” he replied slowly. “Have you ever woken up from a really nice dream in the morning, and your sheets are sticky?”
“I thought I just wet the bed,” Harry admitted with a blush.
Strangle the Lord of Rivendell, with his bare hands…
“Yes, well, that is actually your seed. It comes out when you feel really, really nice,” Erestor explained.
“So I have to make Glorfindel feel really, really nice so he can plant his seed inside me? And then the seed will grow for a year, and then babies will appear? How do baby plants grow without sun?” Harry questioned innocently.
“T-they grow off love,” Erestor managed, hoping Harry would not have any more questions. “Do you understand now?”
“Not really…” Harry trailed off. “How do I make Glorfindel feel good? And how does the seed get inside me?”
“Those…those are questions that I think Glorfindel would like to answer,” Erestor finally stated, giving up.
Glorfindel was on his own with that one. Erestor had tried.
Which was a lot more than a certain Lord of Rivendell could say…
“All right,” Harry nodded, clambering from his position on Erestor’s lap. “I am going to ask him right now.”
Erestor stared as that cute little bottom bounced out of his office.
“I better murder Lord Elrond now, because I am going to be dead myself once Glorfindel realizes what I have done,” he muttered to himself nervously, standing to find Harry’s irresponsible father…
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Author’s Note: Please let me know what you think…*puppy dog eyes*
Rivendell, T.A. 605
Where we last left off…
“Harry,” Erestor started. “First we have to talk about the different kinds of love.”
“There are different kinds of love?” the little Elfling questioned, tilting his head to the side curiously.
“Yes. There is the love you have for your family and friends, and then the love you have for someone you want to marry,” the chief counsellor stated. “Though they are both strong, they are different.”
“Different how? I thought love was love…” Harry asked.
Erestor sighed.
“All right, I will have to use examples, I suppose,” the older Elf stated. “Now, think about how you feel about your ada, Elladan and Elrohir, Arwen, even myself…you would say you love all of us, right?’
Harry nodded.
“Think about the way you love Glorfindel. It is not the same way you feel about your family, is it?” Erestor prompted.
The little Elfling looked at him blankly.
“But…Glorfindel is my family,” he replied. “And I love him just the same.”
Erestor could feel a headache building.
“So you would kiss Elladan the way you kissed Glorfindel last night?” the older Elf asked.
Harry scrunched his little nose up cutely as he thought.
“Well, I kissed Glorfindel because that was what he wanted, and I wanted him to have what he wanted so he would be happy, because I love him. So I suppose if Elladan wanted to kiss me, and it would make him happy, I would…no, I do not think I would kiss him. Elladan is my brother. Brothers should not touch like that,” the little Elfling stated thoughtfully.
“Exactly,” Erestor approved. “So when you want to think about the difference between appropriate and inappropriate touching, think about the differences between what you would let Glorfindel do, and what you would let Elladan do. Brotherly touching – hugs, chaste kisses, cuddling – is usually acceptable. If someone touches you in a way that you would only want Glorfindel to, then it is not appropriate.”
“So it is not appropriate for Glorfindel to touch me that way, either?” Harry asked, confused.
“Once you are married, it will be appropriate,” the chief counsellor stated.
“You think Glorfindel and I will marry one day?” the little Elfling asked, green eyes wide and excited.
“You wish to marry Glorfindel, do you not?” Erestor asked.
“Yes!” Harry exclaimed, bouncing excitedly in Erestor’s lap once again. “He will be my stallion and I shall be his mare and we shall live together and touch appropriately and have many, many foals.”
The chief counsellor silenced him with a look and stilled his bouncing with a tight grip on that slim waist.
“Well, you always get what you want, so I suppose you and Glorfindel will indeed be getting married one day,” Erestor replied. “Not that he can ever say ‘no’ to anything you ask when you look at him with those big green eyes…”
“You are muttering again,” Harry pointed out helpfully.
“Now that you know the difference between different types of love…” Erestor began.
“The kind I feel for Elladan and the kind I feel for Glorfindel,” the little Elfling interrupted proudly.
“Yes, so what I am going to tell you about the kind of touching that creates babies can only be done with Glorfindel after you are married,” the older Elf stated seriously. “You have to promise me, otherwise I cannot tell you…”
“I promise, Erestor. Only with Glorfindel!” the innocent youth swore solemnly. “Besides, I do not think Glorfindel would like it if I made babies with anybody else.”
“Understatement of the millenium…” Erestor muttered. “I would hate to be the Elf that got you pregnant…We do have the saying ‘Glorfindel and the balrog’ for a reason…”
“Muttering again,” Harry pointed out.
“Yes, well, now that you have promised, I can explain the stallions and the mares to you,” the chief counsellor admitted. “You have to listen carefully, and tell me if there is anything you do not understand.”
Harry nodded seriously.
“Now, as you grow up a bit, your body will change and you will have certain…needs,” Erestor began, wincing at the incomprehending look in those large emerald eyes.
“Needs?” Harry asked. “Like eating and drinking and sleeping?”
“Not…quite so essential,” the older Elf admitted. “More like wants…”
“Like cake?” the little Elfling asked innocently. “Or strawberries?”
“I…suppose so,” Erestor caved. “Except, instead of food, you want a special kind of touch.”
“Oh!” Harry exclaimed excitedly. “Like hugs and snuggles and kisses! But Glorfindel already gives me those if I ask, and there are not any new babies around…Are there?”
The last bit was said suspiciously, as if Harry thought Erestor stole his babies out of thin air as they miraculously appeared after a bit of hugging…
“No, no babies,” Erestor reassured. “Believe me, you will know.”
“I will?” Harry asked, confused.
“Yes, because the babies will be made inside of you,” the advisor explained carefully. “And they will grow inside of you for a full four seasons before being ready to meet the rest of the world…”
“Inside of me?” was the incredulous response. “How do they get there?”
“Glorfindel will put them there when he plants his seed inside you,” Erestor responded.
“But…” Harry trailed off. “Planting seeds? He has to garden inside me?”
Erestor was going to murder Lord Elrond…
“No,” he replied slowly. “Have you ever woken up from a really nice dream in the morning, and your sheets are sticky?”
“I thought I just wet the bed,” Harry admitted with a blush.
Strangle the Lord of Rivendell, with his bare hands…
“Yes, well, that is actually your seed. It comes out when you feel really, really nice,” Erestor explained.
“So I have to make Glorfindel feel really, really nice so he can plant his seed inside me? And then the seed will grow for a year, and then babies will appear? How do baby plants grow without sun?” Harry questioned innocently.
“T-they grow off love,” Erestor managed, hoping Harry would not have any more questions. “Do you understand now?”
“Not really…” Harry trailed off. “How do I make Glorfindel feel good? And how does the seed get inside me?”
“Those…those are questions that I think Glorfindel would like to answer,” Erestor finally stated, giving up.
Glorfindel was on his own with that one. Erestor had tried.
Which was a lot more than a certain Lord of Rivendell could say…
“All right,” Harry nodded, clambering from his position on Erestor’s lap. “I am going to ask him right now.”
Erestor stared as that cute little bottom bounced out of his office.
“I better murder Lord Elrond now, because I am going to be dead myself once Glorfindel realizes what I have done,” he muttered to himself nervously, standing to find Harry’s irresponsible father…
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Author’s Note: Please let me know what you think…*puppy dog eyes*