Love from the House of the Golden Flower

Chapter 6: Understanding
Rivendell, T.A. 605

Meanwhile…

Harry was walking towards Glorfindel’s chambers, thinking about all the questions he had to ask.

How was he supposed to make Glorfindel feel good? How did Glorfindel’s seed get inside him? Did they really have to be married in order to garden together? What about the Elves who liked to garden by themselves?

Harry sighed.

Growing up was so confusing…

Harry blinked as Glorfindel strode into the hallway, his face contorted in a mask of anger.

“That he dared spew such filth…” the blonde Elf was muttering. “He is lucky I did not run him through with my sword…”

“Run who through?” Harry interrupted curiously, big green eyes blinking up at the taller Elf.

“Harry…” Glorfindel trailed off, all anger leaving him at the sight of his innocent little love. “Nothing to concern yourself with…”

Harry nodded trustingly, knowing that Glorfindel would tell him if it was really important.

“Glorfindel…” Harry began. “I have a few questions I would like to ask. Erestor tried to explain, but he just confused me more.”

“You know I will answer any of your questions to the best of my abilities,” the blonde replied.

“Thank you!” Harry exclaimed, darting forward give Glorfindel a big hug. “Now, I have a lot of questions. Erestor says that when I wake up in the morning and the bedding is sticky, that it is because I felt good at night and my seed came out. He would not tell me how to make you feel good, though. How do I help you feel good?”

Glorfindel sputtered.

“H-Harry…” he began. “I…I do not think this is an appropriate discussion.”

Big green eyes looked up at him innocently, and Harry’s pouty lower lip began quiver.

“You said you would answer my questions!” he sniffled, tears beginning to pool at the corners of his eyes. “I just want to understand…”

“Do not cry,” Glorfindel whispered tenderly, wiping the tears from Harry’s face. “Let us go into my chambers to have this discussion, yes?’

“All right…” Harry responded softly, grabbing Glorfindel’s hand and leading him into the room. “Will you answer my questions now?”

“Let us get comfortable,” the blonde stalled, thinking furiously about what he was going to say.
Harry nodded, pushing Glorfindel onto the lounge and crawling onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around that strong neck and placed his head on one broad shoulder.

“Now?” the little Elfling prompted, big eyes staring up at him curiously.

Glorfindel sighed.

“Let us start at the beginning,” the blonde stated. “What did Erestor tell you?”

Harry scrunched his nose up cutely in thought.

“Well…there are different types of love, and I should not let anyone else touch me the way I let you touch me,” the Elfling stated seriously.

“That is a good start,” Glorfindel replied, possessively pulling his little love closer into his embrace.

“And once we are married…Erestor said we would eventually get married because you would not say ‘no’ to me,” Harry pointed out.

Glorfindel smiled down at him tenderly, brushing a lock of dark hair out of his pretty green eyes.

“Erestor is right about that. I will never tell you ‘no’ unless I feel it is for your own good,” the blonde admitted.

Harry smiled up at him happily, squirming a bit to cuddle closer. Glorfindel took a deep breath and reminded himself that Harry had no idea what he was doing to him…

“Well, once we get married, I will need a certain kind of touch,” Harry trailed off there. “Though I do not know quite what he meant. I am happy with hugs and kisses, and I do not
see what other kind of touch there is.”

“I will show you when the time is right,” Glorfindel promised.

The little Elfling nodded and smiled trustingly. Glorfindel was always so good to him…

“I will need a certain kind of touch, and you will plant your seed in me, and a baby will grow inside me for four seasons. But it will not need sun, because it grows on love,” Harry continued. “But…how does your seed get inside me? I do not understand that. And Erestor said that your seed would come out if I made you feel good. How should I do that?”

Glorfindel sighed, gathering his thoughts.

“Let us forget this talk about seeds,” he suggested. “Metaphors only seem to confuse you.”

Harry nodded, agreeing with whatever Glorfindel suggested.

“Now, as you grow up, your body will experience certain changes, and with these changes come certain urges,” Glorfindel explained. “Has hair begun growing on your body?”

“Underneath my arms a bit,” Harry admitted. “Elladan told me that was normal.”

“It is,” Glorfindel confirmed. “That is the beginning. Sometimes you might wake up with sticky sheets.”

“Mmhmm,” the Elfling agreed. “I thought I just wet the bed, but Erestor told me that it was my seed.”

“When you dream, sometimes your body takes over and relieves your urges while you are sleeping,” the blonde explained, rubbing Harry’s back comfortingly.

“Oh…” Harry stated, nose scrunching cutely as another thought occurred to him. “Do you mind that I dream about you?”

Glorfindel’s breath caught in his throat.

“I do not mind at all,” the blonde assured.

That was the understatement of his life.

“In fact, it makes me very, very happy,” Glorfindel told the Elfling in his lap.

Harry beamed at him brightly, leaning up for a chaste kiss on the lips.

“I am glad,” Harry stated happily, green eyes bright. “I only want to make you happy.”

“You do that just by smiling at me,” Glorfindel told him softly.

Harry gifted him with another beautiful smile at his words, resting his head once again on that broad shoulder.

“So what else changes?” Harry asked innocently.

“Well, you will come to want more and more hugs and kisses,” Glorfindel teased lightly.

“Wet kisses?” the Elfling asked, nose scrunched up cutely. “Like the one you wanted last night?”

“Wet kisses and dry kisses and soft kisses and hard kisses,” the blonde told him. “All sorts of kisses. I will show you each and every one.”

Harry blinked up at him innocently.

“You are a very good teacher, Glorfindel,” he stated seriously. “Ada and Erestor only confused me, but you always make sure I understand.”

Glorfindel ran a gentle hand through Harry’s silky black hair.

“It is very important for us both that you understand,” the blonde replied. “Now, sometimes it feels good to kiss somewhere other than your lips.”

Harry tilted his head in thought.

“Like your cheek or forehead?” he asked cutely.

Glorfindel sighed in fond exasperation.

Then he leaned down to suck one delicately pointed ear into his mouth.

“Oh…” Harry breathed in pleasure. “Does it always feel that good?”

Glorfindel pulled back to place a chaste kiss on the ear he had just licked and nibbled.

“Better…” he whispered softly, blowing lightly and making Harry shiver.

“Can I do that to you?” Harry asked innocently.

“Eventually,” Glorfindel said with a smile. “Now, your ears are not the only part of your body that like kisses. In fact, after we are married, I promise to kiss every single part of your body.”

“Every single part?” the Elfling asked. “Even my feet?”

Glorfindel buried his face in that silky black hair, inhaling Harry’s sweet scent.

“Even your feet,” he promised.

“Even my belly button?” Harry persisted.

“Every single part,” Glorfindel stated again. “A promise is a promise.”

“Do you want me to kiss you everywhere too?” the Elfling questioned innocently.

“I only want you to do what you feel comfortable with,” the blonde replied.

“But if you kiss me everywhere, I should kiss you everywhere. It is only fair,” Harry pointed out.

“We will see,” Glorfindel stated.

“How will babies get inside me, Glorfindel?” Harry asked softly. “I want babies…”

“Have you ever gotten hard while you were awake, Harry?” the blonde asked his little love.

“Hard?” the Elfling asked curiously.

“Your penis,” Glorfindel clarified. “When you are awake, does it ever get hard?”

“Sometimes…” Harry admitted. “It is very uncomfortable. I do not like it.”

“Well, if you touch it when it is hard, it feels very good,” the blonde informed him. “But you and I are the only ones who are ever allowed to touch it, all right? No one else should touch you there – it is inappropriate.”

“I will not let anyone else touch me there. Promise,” Harry swore. “But what does that have to do with making babies?”

“I am getting there,” Glorfindel chuckled. “Now, if you touch your penis when it is hard, eventually you will orgasm, and your ejaculate come out. Sometimes your ejaculate is also called seed – that is what Erestor meant before.”

“It is sticky?” Harry questioned.

“Only when it dries,” the blonde replied. “Now, when we make love, I will stretch your opening and ejaculate inside you. Part of me mixes with part of you, and a baby is created from our love.”

“My opening?” the Elfling questioned. “Which opening? My mouth?”

Glorfindel groaned, trying to force the image from his mind. This was not the time…

“While ejaculating inside your mouth would be very pleasurable,” the blonde admitted. “That would not create a baby. I need to go here…”

At this, he pressed softly upon Harry’s bottom through his leggings.

Green eyes widened in astonishment.

“That would never fit!” he exclaimed.

“It will,” Glorfindel promised. “But I will have to stretch you very, very well first, because you are so tiny.”

“Oh…” Harry trailed off. “So, you will place your hard penis in there, and that will feel good?”

“For both of us,” the blonde answered. “Although you do not have to ejaculate in order to create our baby, I will always make sure you do. It is important that we both find pleasure.”

“I think I understand…” Harry trailed off. “But if I think of more questions..?”

“You can always come to me for answers,” Glorfindel reassured.

“You are the best,” the Elfling exclaimed, throwing himself forward to wrap his arms around Glorfindel’s neck.

The blonde Elf fell back upon the lounge, letting Harry tackle him in a big hug.

“I love you,” Glorfindel told the green-eyed Elf seriously. “More than the number of stars in the sky…”

“More than the water in the sea?” Harry questioned softly with a smile.

“And more with every breath you take,” Glorfindel swore, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to those soft lips. “I do not know what I would do without you.”

“I love you too,” the Elfling replied. “And I want to make you happy.”

“You do,” the blonde informed him. “Just being here, with me...”

Harry smiled at him brightly, laying his head down upon that strong chest.

“Can I sleep here tonight?” the Elfing asked softly, yawning.

It had been a long day, after all.

“Of course,” Glorfindel replied, running soothing hands through that silky hair.

“G’night,” Harry trailed off sleepily, the rise and fall of Glorfindel’s chest lulling him to slumber.

The blonde stared at the beautiful Elfling resting trustingly upon his chest, and he swore to forever protect that trust and innocence.

As he watched over Harry throughout the night, grey eyes rarely leaving that relaxed face, Glorfindel realized just how much trouble he was really in.

He truly did worship at the altar of Harry’s innocence, and he knew that he would never be able to say “no” to anything his little love truly wanted.

And worse, he would not mind his inability to refuse Harry anything, as long as Harry loved him back.

Glorfindel just loved him that much…

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Author’s Note: Please let me know what you think…*puppy dog eyes*