Hey guys. :) I'm here to give something new a try...I was inspired with this when someone said that my version of Erestor was very different, over in the "Now he Appears" universe...so I thought...what if Erestor was COMPLETELY different then usual on the outside, but the same as always on the inside? I came up with Dark Erestor. I hope y'all enjoy, obviously it's seriously A/U :) I own nothing except a few random elves who are momentary at best =), and I hope you enjoy...not sure of pairings yet, though Erestor can get naughty :P so there may be multiples...ENJOY.
It was early morning, I had been awake for a good hour or so already, it was my custom to go for an early morning swim on fine summer's mornings. It wakes me up and makes me ready for my day. That morning had been a little bit colder then usual, so I was dressed and on my way to breakfast earlier then normal.
My normal path took me by Lord Elrond's office as he had a tendency to forget that it was breakfast time and that meant it was time to eat. It was our custom that I would peek my head in to see what he was up to.
This morning however, I heard voices on the other side of the door, Elrond's, and another male. Cool, calm, quiet, controlled and strange, even from behind the door that voice gave me a clear vision of it's owner. Elrond was telling him all about the running of Rivendell, and how things were done, where places were, what things needed to be done, and it seemed almost as if he was dictating duties to someone.
I knew that part of the reason that Galadriel and Celeborn...Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn...had come, was to give Elrond some extra staff members that they thought would benefit and flourish more in Rivendell then they would have the opportunity to in Loth Lorien...perhaps this was one of those men...Though I didn't know the nature of these people, I didn't assume they were important enough to be in counsel with Lord Elrond himself...
My musings were interrupted when that cool voice rose in volume and said, "Lord Elrond, is it customary for your people, particularly, your warriors, to lurk outside doors listening to conversations?"
My blood froze, and my hair seemed to stand on end and I gulped softly as I heard Elrond rise from his chair and cross the room, his customary three steps, the turn of the knob and I flashed the largest grin I could on my face "Morning!" I said, heartily, to cover my odd waves of nervousness.
Elrond laughed, "Glorfindel, I should have expected you, come in and meet my newest counselor" he said and pulled open the door, and the elf I saw, made me afraid. Something that I had so rarely felt before in full force.
"Hello, Seneschal..." I began but he nodded once.
"Glorfindel, leader of the army of Imladris, captain of the guard, royal guard. Good morning" he returned, in the same calm, nearly emotionless, totally level voice, his dark eyes levelled on my face, he didn't even blink once.
"Wow...a scholar who does his research, shocking" I couldn't help but bait him...counselor winding was one of my favourite hobbies, indulged by Elrond in spite of his amused glare.
"Then you must have very stupid scholar's" he shot back, without the slightest bit of humour in his voice.
My lips worked apart for half a moment as I floundered for something to say, saved at last by Elrond who held up his hands. "Galadriel thinks that Erestor would flourish here, she believes, and I do as well, that he would be able to replace Calandrion at length" he explained.
For some reason that amped up the level of fear coursing my veins, this else as chief counselor? Why should that fill me with this kind of emotion? Still he was staring at me without blinking but...that was not something I really thought should make me feel this way.
"Well, that would be fantastic, poor old Calandrion might actually have hope of retirement and sailing" I said, trying to keep the teasing joviality in my tone.
"Indeed...I do not think I will be to breakfast right away, Glorfindel, but perhaps we will see you there later though, as I would like to have Counselor Erestor set up as soon as quickly"
Erestor. That name...would stick with me for all of eternity, simply for the...odd flash of sharp steel I saw in his eyes when Elrond told me of his name.
"Erestor." I repeated, seeing that alarmed flash again. I nodded and we exchanged a look that I don't even think I understood.
Then I smiled broadly once again, bowed quickly and swept out, closing the door a sigh of relief escaped me that I didn't know existed, and I hurried as fast as I could to the great hall.
I sat down with my fellows at out usual table and my lieutenant looked at me with a half lifted brow "You look as if you've seen another balrog"
"Or something equally as frightening" Elrohir teased, lightly as he sat beside me.
I looked at them all. "Have you met the newest counselor yet?" I asked, quickly, trying to be casual.
"No...but Ada thinks he will be the largest asset he's had in a while" Elladan replied, munching on some piece of fruit or another.
"hmm" I replied, thoughtfully. Wondering why some part of my mind was suggesting that this strange elf must be a spy...or something.
"What about him?" my lieutenant asked after a long moment of my silence.
"He's...odd" I managed, after a moment.
"He's an advisor...Glorfindel, they're chronically odd" he replied with a shrug of one shoulder.
"not like that." I said, irritatedly.
"I mean, he hasn't made any grand orations which is sort of odd for a counselor but he's only been here for a couple of days, so I guess that might come." he continued onward.
I frowned, not any of these people were getting it and I sighed, tearing into a piece of toast I ignored them for the most part, and they wrote it off as a passing bad mood from a usually jocular warrior.
Several days passed and I got more and more irritated by each passing day, wishing to the world that this would end soon, each day I saw him, I saw more in him that I grew to distrust. A flash of a look in his eyes, a slight twitch to his hands at odd intervals, his tendency not to blink. He dressed in tight fitting black robes, that seemed like they were meant to show off what he wanted, but to hide at the same time. He was small, thin, lean, but beautiful regardless. He had perfect pale skin, dark eyes, that were rimmed ever so slightly with purple and blue bruisedness. His lips were a deep bruised pinkish plum colour, and he was more then graceful. But he always felt like he was...hiding, like he was putting on a show, letting people see what they wanted to see, but no one saw that he was hiding at all.
I knew it, and I saw it, but no one else seemed to, and it grew frustrating, adding to my irritation. Everyone else saw him as a counselor, cold and capable in the meeting rooms, the library, the debates in the hall of fire at night. He almost always won the debates proving his worth and ability as a counselor. But it wasn't terribly out of the ordinary for one...and because of his skill it won him admiration and respect, jealousy certainly but...people admired him more for it...and that bothered me.
Everyone else had taken to teasing me about my predilection towards hatred for him. I tried to take it with a smile and a shrug but I spent too much time trying to convince them it was true...and then one night they saw, we all saw a glimpse of something that I knew had always been there.
Elrohir, my lieutenant and I were headed towards the hall of fire, intent on a drink and some time to unwind before the former two headed off on a border patrol, and I committed myself to a week of early morning meetings.
As we walked through the gardens we heard a voice, it was one of the younger trainee's. That token trainee-who's father is a warrior, who's grandfather is a warrior...who believes it will happen for him in the blink of an eye. He wasn't even that good, but I was willing to see him through his training because he had enough skill to make it...eventually. But his rather noble connections-however remote- gave him that youthful attitude of deserving anything he wanted. Another thing I was willing to put up with as long as it wasn't directed towards me.
It was my policy not to interfere with the actions of the young trainee's so long as they weren't threatening the dignity of my troops or Imladris as a whole...their antics were no more irritating then the pranks My Lord's sons had played in their youth. They pestered young scribes, got drunk and made fools of themselves with young women and men. Took lovers as some men change shirts, but that never bothered me.
This time was no different at first, and as we heard his words, we shared a silent laugh and some pity for the poor squire or messenger or house attendant who had been trapped by the prideful elfling. "I think, that your being so new to Imladris must be hard for you, counselor" he was saying.
My heart froze, and I dared to edge closer and peek around the edge of a bush to see what was going on.
My heart dropped now completely, he had Erestor, the new counselor, backed up against a stone statue, one hand braced beside his head above his shoulder, the other teasing up his arm.
I opened my mouth to interrupt as Elrohir and my lieutenant looked as well, watching with amusement. They didn't seem to feel the static electrical feeling that swept around the clearing.
We saw Erestor act then, he grabbed the young elf's wrist and dragged him closer to whisper in his ear, though we could hear every whispered word with erotic clarity. "two things, you should know, young-ling" he hissed. The tip of his pink tongue scraped along the full, pointed length of the younger's ear as he finished speaking. His long, ink stained fingers worked their way down, to disappear into the young man's breeches.
"The...th...the first?" he stuttered out, his own hand shooting out for Erestor's shoulder, though Erestor ducked hard so they reversed positions and the young man was slammed, back first against the statue. His hidden hand moving, constantly.
"I am too old for you" Erestor hissed, as he blew cold air over his wet ear, laving his tongue down his ear again and then down his neck, stopping to nip, sharply, midway up.
Every move was bang on, Erestor was talented, that damned tongue appeared one more time and I couldn't stop the shudder up my spine, and I knew my companions were no better off. The cold hard edge in Erestor's voice made it somehow worse and I knew that we all three wished to be under his mouth, so talented in so many arena's.
The young trainee whimpered in undisguised pleasure and he pressed himself hard to Erestor's body, encouraging the movement of the unending hand.
"The second?" he whimpered after a moment.
I licked my lips and I could feel Elrohir breathing in short, sharp, gasps as my lieutenant pressed his hand to his mouth to keep his own breaths inside.
Erestor wrapped his free hand around the young elf's throat and squeezed sharply, throwing him hard against the statue as his hidden hand worked harder.
The trainee choked and gasped for breath and I felt like I should move, I should help, but as his head spasmed backwards and his hands clenched on Erestor's shoulders, I could tell, that the tiny little sounds he managed to make, were in pleasure and so I refrained as best I could. "The second, and most important, that you should spread to your friends," with every clause he squeezed both his hands in rhythmic patterns. "Is that You. Couldn't. Handle. Me." Erestor snarled in his young face.
He tightened both of his grips, his visible knuckles going white, belying to the slackjawed three of us voyeurs the delightful pressure that young elf must be experiencing. Moments later, the arching of his back and the wild twitching of all of his limbs signaled to us the inevitable, nigh unbelievable release. The release so powerful he gasped once and slumped in Erestor's grip.
Erestor himself, snorted once with what seemed to be disgust, and simultaneously, he dropped the slack, unconscious body to the ground and slid his hand back to view.
He bent gracefully to the ground and swiped his hand three times through the wet grass. Rising slowly, with a soft, tantalizing roll of his hips he pulled out a handkerchief and began to wipe his fingers clean. Unknowingly (or as I suspected, quite knowingly) he was torturing the three of us as he carefully wiped each, long, perfect, finger one after the other, returning the digits to their perfect condition.
Each of us couldn't look away, and I couldn't help but wonder if the other two felt as guilty and dirty as I did. But the thrill charging from every nerve ending in my body was worth every bit of it.
His cleaning task done, he bent to a nearby bench, retrieved some papers, a quill and a bottle of ink, fixed it in his arms and walked away, not even bothering to shoot another glance at the young trainee.
I looked at the other two, and they looked back at me-their eyes said it all, they believed me now...whether they believed it all wasn't my problem...but now they had to admit he wasn't a counselor the same as any other.