STORY TITLE: BLOWING VALAROMA
CHAPTER TITLE: BENEDICTION
RATING: NC-17 For Whole Story; 14A for This Chapter.

WARNINGS: Slash implied but not actualized. Mention of male anatomy but no overt description.

SUMMARY: Oromë and Celegorm (Tyelkormo) have a heart-to-heart discussion.




Oromë hesitated in the bedroom doorway and dropped his head, trying with every high moral fibre of his being to not look at the young Elf lying naked and aroused, fondling himself upon Oromë’s bed. Better not to let any feeling of lust overcome him. Better to wait and see if love would come eventually.

“Please”, the Elf begged him. “Stay and help me”.

“Tyelkormo!” Oromë cried and, forgetting not to look at him, he turned around. “Dear Gods! Do not tempt me to do that which is wrong!” he said out loud, not meaning to put his feelings into words.

“Is it wrong to wish for a comforting presence when I am in turmoil?” cried Tyelkormo. “I ask nothing else of you! What is the harm?”

“Do you not?” asked Oromë. “You have already asked to live here with me. As for harm – “

“Do you want me to take it back? Am I so hateful for asking it of you because it feels more like home to me here, even after one day, than does my own?” The young Elf began to sob, balling his hands into fists and rubbing his eyes, his prior erection now deflated.

Oromë felt his knees growing as weak as Tyelkormo’s penis and approached the bed, flopping himself down next to the Elf and placing his large hands upon the young, solidly muscled shoulders. “Please do not cry, my love”, the Vala whispered, and turned the Elf around to face him. “I am sorry that I said what I did. I was confused by my own conflicted emotions”. He hugged Tyelkormo to his chest and placed a kiss upon the young Elf’s forehead. “You are not hateful, nor do I wish for you not to live here. In fact, I would love to have your company. I would love nothing more than to teach you the skills of hunting on foot through these woods, or on horseback with bow and arrows strung upon your back and a faithful hound at your side; or show you the thrill of riding flat out through the countryside, giving your horse his head and the two of you flying over fence and stream, feeling the splendid caress of the wind in your hair. I would teach you how to handle exquisite weaponry of Aulë’s manufacture: the knives, swords and javelins that can be used not only for combat, but also for hunting”.

As Oromë talked while propped up on one elbow, he was gently smoothing Tyelkormo’s tousled hair with his other hand, and the Elf listened to him with rapt attention, his bright blue eyes staring into the Vala’s deep brown ones, feeling greatly soothed by Oromë’s words. He sighed happily as Oromë talked about the paths they would roam together within the woods, and of the pheasant and deer they would hunt, and of the lessons in archery, knife-throwing and sword-fighting that the mighty Vala would teach to his young protégé.

When Oromë finished speaking he looked into the eager, shining eyes of the young Elf before him and he saw there beyond the craving of attention a deep respect and a bond beginning to develop between them. He leaned forward and kissed the Elf lightly on the forehead again. “I shall go and have one of the handmaidens take some of my old hunting costumes to the tailor’s in Tirion to have some proper clothing made for you. In the meantime, I will go and fetch your trousers so that at least you will have those to wear for now. I do believe that they have been washed and pressed. You may have to wait for a shirt to wear, as none of mine will surely fit you. But here is one you can put on for the time being”, and Oromë handed Tyelkormo a soft white linen shirt from his cupboard.

Tyelkormo jumped off of the bed and slipped it on over his head. It hung down to his knees and the ends of its sleeves drooped over his hands. Oromë rolled them up for him and laced the shirt’s ties at the chest so that it would not slip off of his shoulders. “There!” the Vala pronounced. “Now at least you are partially dressed. I shall go and fetch your trousers for you now”. He turned to leave the room, but Tyelkormo stopped him once again.

“Why did you leave me to stay naked for half a day?” he asked frankly.

Oromë sighed deeply and turned to face him. “You have been frank and open with me”, he said, “and I shall reply in the same manner to you”. He approached Tyelkormo and took both of the Elf’s hands. “I think you are very lovely”, he said, “and I felt a great attraction to you the moment I saw you. I will not deny it. I wanted the pleasurable experience of seeing you as Eru had made you, in your own beautiful form. The sight of you reminded me of the Firstborn that I had laid eyes on for the first time at Cúivenen, all naked and glorious in their beauty. That was a special time. The time of a great miracle and it was a sight that was granted to me that I shall never forget. I love you, Tyelkormo, as I loved all of the Elves when I saw them for the first time. You brought light and an uplifting sense of hope into my house and you filled it with the gloriousness of your golden youth. You have made my heart soar just by allowing me to look at you, and when you asked me if you could live with me I felt happiness such as I have not felt since that fateful day when I chanced upon Cúivenen. I don’t know if you understand what I am trying to say. Most of what I feel I cannot put into adequate words. But Tyelkormo, please know that I, as a lonely old Vala, look forward with much joy to the times we shall experience together. Now come, and after you are fully dressed, we shall ride to your father and mother’s house, to let them know of your wishes and to ask their permission as a formality, for you to come here to live with me”.

Tyelkormo’s face held an expression of a mixture of emotions, but the primary one that surfaced was the appreciative joy for that which the Vala had offered him. He ran forward and threw his arms around Oromë and then stretched upwards to press a kiss softly upon the Vala’s lips. When he broke away from the kiss he stepped back from the surprised Oromë. “Thank you”, he said. “I think I love you, too”.