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For two days they did nothing but sleep and soak in
hot water. Elrond was wise enough to let them recover and adjust first.
Instead he had long talks with Glorfindel who told the
Half-Elf about his wondrous journey with two utterly wise yet fully ignorant
Istari.
“I can’t believe this!” Elrond laughed hard.
“My Lord, I assure you it is true! Gandalf was fully
convinced that a river was no obstacle and that water was as good to walk on as
was the flat ground he stood on. So he took a big step before I could say
anything and – he was gone!” Glorfindel gestured to stress his own surprise.
“By the Valar!”
“I had to dive and rescue him. Otherwise the first
Istar would not have survived the first week in Middle-Earth.”
“Why did Manwe send such ignorant minds?” Elrond was
truly at a loss.
“Honestly, my Lord, I don’t think any other would have
fared better. Their knowledge is great but only in those matters where they are
experienced. They need to get accustomed to their bodies, to the carnal aspects
of their new form, then we will – hopefully – find they are truly who we hoped
they would be.” Glorfindel sounded convinced. The long journey had soothed his
first worries quite a lot because the conversations with the two incarnated
minor spirits had revealed their immense knowledge.
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At the same time Gandalf decided he was no longer fed
up with Saruman but was missing him badly. He walked over to the room he knew
his friend occupied and stepped in. Saruman stood at the window and let his
gaze sweep across Rivendell.
“Curumo.” Gandalf whispered. Ah, even this felt so
good! To say his beloved’s true name.
Saruman slowly turned around, a smile lighting up his
face “Olorin! Beloved…” the two met in the middle of the room where they
embraced. For a long time they stood like that, enjoying the long-missed
closeness.
“I missed you, beloved.” Whispered the smaller
Gandalf.
“Yes.”
“I would like to sleep in your arms, Curumo. I feel so
terribly deprived – this solitude is maddening!”
“I know. Be my guest, beloved.”
“Thank you. But first I will go and see Glorfindel. We
will meet at dinner, dear friend.” Gandalf reluctantly broke the embrace and
set out to find their guide of weeks. He knew that Saruman was too proud to
admit any lack of knowledge so he had decided to take it upon himself to
inquire what he wanted to know, what Saruman certainly wanted to know just as
well.
After asking and searching for quite a while he found
the Noldo in the company of some other elves.
“Hail, Gandalf! I see you feel better by now. How can
I help you?” Glorfindel greeted the wizard kindly and introduced him to the
others. Once the pleasantries were exchanged, Gandalf came to the point without
further ado:
“I wonder if you can explain me how to have sex. You
see, Saruman and I are very close and we thought we should engage in that
ecstatic play. But we need advice. Would you be so kind and explain to us how
it is done properly?” Gandalf asked politely.
Glorfindel blushed while all the others present stared
at Gandalf.
“That – errrrm – that is not exactly an appropriate
subject for company, Gandalf.” The elven Lord said when he had gotten a grip.
“I am not sure if I can properly explain to you what you want and need to know.
Your intent is – well- quite peculiar so to speak.” Glorfindel rose, obviously
flustered and walked into the large house of Elronds, Gandalf following suit.
They ended up in a small study
where Glorfindel closed the door firmly once they were in and made sure they
were alone.
“You cannot know, but that was highly compromising,
Gandalf.”
“I’m sorry… what did I do wrong?” the wizard was truly
contrite.
“Well, first: sex is nothing to discuss in public.
It’s simply a matter of politeness. Secondly – and that is indeed the greater
faux-pas – your question implied that I engage in such things myself.”
Glorfindel was still very nervous.
“I thought everybody did so!” Gandalf was at a loss.
They had seen it happening everywhere all the time before they had come to
Middle Earth.
“You don’t understand! You and Saruman – you are both males.
Usually sex is a matter of two persons of the opposite sex. Male and female.”
Gandalf’s face fell. They had come with such complete
misconception?! Not even this form of union should be granted to them?
“The other way is… not considered to be normal. It
is…rare. It is nothing to admit freely. You asking me about such encounters
implies that I engage in same-gender activities myself. There will be gossip.”
“Oh, I see. I am sorry. I did not want to put you into
a bad light in front of others. But…you say ‘usually’ – doesn’t that mean there
IS a way to be together, even if we are males?”
“Of course!”
“Oh, by the Valar! For a moment I had feared… why do
you laugh?”
“You look so relieved!” Glorfindel smiled.
“You cannot understand.”
“Try to explain it to me.” Glorfindel sat down in a
chair.
Gandalf tried to make the elf understand what it had
been like before, how they had always been in contact with each other and how
they had loved each other since the beginning of time. “We suffer terribly from
the constant separation. We – we never thought of the shape of our bodies being
any reason for contempt or even mean hindrance to any of our plans. If –
please, if you cannot give us the information we need, maybe you know somebody
else who can?” Gandalf was desperate. In their ignorance none of them had
thought of difficulties like this!
“What I tell you now, will not be told to anybody
else.” Glorfindel said seriously.
“I promise!”
“I can help you. Still I don’t want others to know.
This is an important rule: NEVER tell a third person that you know about
somebody who does this. Maether-meleth (warrior-love) is usually done in
secret.”
“I will not. I give you my word. And of course will I
instruct Saruman.”
“Well. There is not too much to learn but first of all
you should learn about your own body. Find out what you like. Touch yourself
and learn what kind of touches you enjoy most. Chances are that another male will
like the same.”
“Um-hmm. Touch me – like what? I wash myself but –
well, it’s not too exciting, honestly.” Gandalf asked further.
“Caress yourself. Gently touch yourself, preferably
your face, neck and body. Pay attention to your nipples – you may be amazed at
the sensations touching your nipples may cause. And you will then soon find
that your penis requires a LOT of attention. But
you will lear that yourself. Once you know what you like, you can try to find
out what your partner enjoys. Then you may come back to me and I will tell you
about the next steps. Take your time, Gandalf. This is nothing to hasten by.”
Glorfindel became more confident while he talked.
“I will. Thank you so much, my friend!” Gandalf was
happy and couldn’t wait to tell Saruman the news.
“Oh, and Gandalf: if your dick makes a mess, that is
completely normal and part of the
act. Nothing to worry about.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Gandalf was truly at a loss,
not knowing what Glorfindel meant. // you’ll find that out soon, I suppose//
TBC...
