A/N: I will be using both the Quenya and sindarin names for the elves throughout the story. I will put them at the end of this chapter, for those who don't know, who is who. My best friend has helped me with this story. Anarin is an OMC. Now don't get me wrong I love Maedhros, he is one of my favorite character's, but for this story he needs to be the way I have him, for it to work.
Dis: Don't own
Warn: Don't like, don't read. Is an AU and has Inc.
Chapter two
It has been a month since Turukano woke up in bed with his father. A month since he bolted out of the room. A month since he stayed in his father's presence longer than a minute. A month and he's still wondering 'wha?'
Lying on his bed with his arm thrown across his eyes Turgon cried. He hates this. Why did it come to this? Why did it come to having to avoid his father at every turn? Why is life complicated? Rolling over Turgon closed his eyes and curled into a ball, trying to forget. All he saw though was his father's sad blue eyes.
Growling in frustration, Turukano sat up quickly and through the pillow across the room, knocking over a lamp. Grabbing the other pillow he threw that one too, except this time it slid across the desk knocking the papers off. He continued to throw things, hoping that would help, which in the end it didn't. He soon stopped when he realised it wasn't helping anything. Breathing heavily he got up and grabbed his swords. He walk to the door and yanked it open. Leaving his room he headed to the training ground to vent his frustration out on the dummies.
On his way outside Turukano paused by the doors of the throne room. The doors were slightly ajar and he looked in. Standing near the front by the throne was his younger brother and his Ada. They were talking in hushed tones about the going's on. Arakano was the one in charge of finding out what has happened. 'Who better than his little brother to look in on that. He's one of the best.' Turu thought as he stood there staring bluntly at his father.
As they were talking Nolofinwe's ear twitched and he looked up, silver blue met stormy grey. Fin let out a gasp and took a step towards his son. Their eyes still locked, everything seemed to stand still for Fingolfin.
The moment was soon broken as Arakano noticed his brother.
Smiling he called out "come and join us Turu." Turgon's eyes snapped to Argon's in an instance and shaking his head, he disappeared from view. Frowning Ara looked at his father whose head was down as he blinked back tears that threatened to spill. 'What in the name of the Vala is going on here?' Ara thought confusedly as he walked over to his Adar and wrapped his arms around him.
Nolo has cried so much this past month and no one knew why.
So after seeing his father break down Argon became suspicious of what's been happening. It may have something to do with his older brother Turgon, but he's not sure. Frowning Arakano rubbed his father's back soothingly.
He will figure this out even if he had to get the twins to help him, he would. Rubbing his father's back in soothing circles, Ara came up with a plan to discover the reason for all the tears his Ada is shedding. Although it wont be until he's done his research on the mysterious happenings. Right now he has his men looking in on the death of the soldier.
His eldest brother Findekano is still out looking for Celebrimbor, Curufin's son. There hasn't been word from him in over a week and a half. Which could be counted as a good thing, Argon guess', as he holds his father closer. Whispering soothingly in his ear.
(~*~)
Turgon made his way down to the training grounds where he can see some guards sparring. he watched them for a few minutes then went on his way to the practice ground that is not occupied.
Trying to figure out what has transpired between him and his father. Slowing his steps he frowned as he thought back to when his eyes met his father's. There was sadness in Fin's eyes, to which was cause by Turgon avoiding him. 'Oh I'm a horrible person' Turu thought as he buried his face in his hands as he remember that there was something else in his father's eyes. But what it is, is what scares Turukano.
Finally reaching the grounds Turukano set down his swords on the bench and took his shirt of. Folding it he set that down also on the bench. Tying his hair back he picked up his long 3 foot two-handed sword and swung it experimentally, putting it back and instead picking up his two 2 foot long one-handed swords. Deciding to use those for now he began…..well destroying the training dummies.
A while later...
Turukano was so focus on his task of venting his frustration that he didn't hear his cousin Finrod approach. Turu had since switched to his two-handed sword and has moved to the moving targets. In the process of doing a move his sword hit metal, scraping along the blade of another sword. Not missing a step the two cousin's started sparring.
(~*~)
Finrod frowned when he saw his friend destroying the practice/training dummies and such so he stepped in. Drawing his own 2 and a half-foot long two-handed sword he waited til the opportune moment and swung his sword, so Turgon would hit it instead of the target he was aiming for. He watched as Turukano went smoothly from whacking targets to sparring with his favourite cousin. 'Man,' Findarato thought as he had to go on the defensive 'I'm glad he likes me. I wouldn't want to get on his bad side.'
The two elves fall into a sort of dance as they sparred. Findarato soon went on the offensive and pushed Turukano back some. They went back and forth like that for a while before Finrod decided to ask what's wrong.
"Turu my friend, what has you so tense and frustrated?" Findarato asked as the clang of their swords rang in the air. The sweat glistening on their bodies, (Finrod had taken his tunic off as well). Turgon doesn't answer for a long time as they danced around the training grounds. It wasn't until Turukano had Findarato running after his sword that he answered.
"I 'm confused, my cousin."
"Oh and why is that," Finrod replied as he brought his sword up just in time to block the over hand swing Turukano swung (when he saw his cousin had his sword in his hand) at him.
The clang of Turu's sword hitting Finrod's again was the answer he got as the cousin's danced in the dance of the swords. The only sounds heard were their breathing and the clang of the swords. On this went for a half hour or so as Tur continued to be silent. Finrod waited patiently, no point in pushing his cousin. The last time someone pushed Turgon, well lets just say they ended up in the healing house for 4 months.
As the cousin's have been sparring, guards had come and went, a messenger in the form of Carnister had come with a message from Findekano. And still Turgon was silent, though he did stop sparring.
Finrod watched his cousin in concern (staying ready just in case). "Turukano?" Jolting out of the stupor he had gone in Tur looked at his cousin and whispered "I'm a horrible person Arato." He went over to the bench where his other swords and shirt are.
"What? Why would you say that Turu?" Arato asked following his cousin over to bench. Placing a hand on his cousin's shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Turgon's hand shot up and took a hold of Finrod's and held it as he began to cry. Alarmed Finrod dropped his sword and pulled his cousin into a hug. "Oh my beloved, what is wrong? Please tell me," rubbing Turukano's back.
Burying his face into his cousin's chest he told Findarato everything. All be it, it came out all muffled and choked cause he's crying. This is what Finrod managed to decipher "Drunk, kissed, bed."
Blinking in confusion Finrod stood there holding his upset cousin, wondering 'what in the Vala's name?'
(~*~)
Meanwhile…
Carnistir had reached the palace and flew off his Stallion who side-stepped, as he ran up the stairs taking two at a time. Once he reached the top of the stairs he strode to the double doors and pushed them opened. The guards eyes followed him as he disappeared through them.
Pausing right inside the front doors, Caranthir looked around he soon noticed a servant and made his way over.
The servant was busy dusting the items on a table to notice one of the Prince's walk up to him. Until said Prince cleared his throat making the servant jump. Turning around the Servant stammered "m-my prince," while bowing "w-what can I do for you?". Carnistir studied the servant for a while before answering.
"Yes," Cara said in his deep voice, so deep in fact it felt like melted chocolate was running down your spine. The servant hid a shiver as Caranthir continued. "Where is the High King?"
"He would be in the rose garden my prince," The servant had gotten a hold of his voice and pointed in the direction he could go so he wouldn't have to walk back out and go around. Nodding Cara turned and swept off down the corridor and out the side door that leads to his Uncle's many gardens. Caranthir took a moment to looked around at the beautiful grounds that his green thumb of an Uncle has created. 'This paradise in a land full of hate and war,' Cara mused as he continued on to one of many rose gardens.
Growling Caranthir grumbled "Servants, and their crypt directions. 'He's in the rose garden.' Well what bloody damn one?" Stopping again Cara looked around for his King. He has a very important message for him from his son Findekano. 'On another note why am I messenger boy? Why wasn't it an actual messenger?' Cara thought grudgingly as he continued on his way in search of his Uncle. Looking in every damnable rose garden, well gardens for that matter as Caranthir remembered the conversation he had with Findekano before he came.
(~*~)
"You sent for me, my lord," Carnistir growled. Cara had met up with Fingon while out searching for his nephew. As of now though there hasn't been any leads and Tyelkormo is getting frustrated. Curufin had to be tackled just two days ago by the twins, so he wouldn't do anything stupid. He is no help to his son dead. Now here Caranthir stands in front of his cousin, who is looking at him with a sorrowful look on his face at the mockery of the formal 'my Lord'.
"My dear cousin," Findekano sighed as he went to stand in front of the middle son of Feanor. "Please no formalities here, we're family." Placing a hand on his cousin's shoulder in a friendly manner. Dark eyes bore into his and a shiver crawled up Fingon's spine. 'Caranthir has interesting effects on people' Findekano thought as he tilted his head. He study his cousin while waiting for him to say something. (There is something about Caranthir that intrigues Fingon).
Carnistir tensed at the touch from his older brother Maitimo's favourite, suppressing the urge to curl his finger's around Fingon's neck and steal a kiss. Instead he took a step back and cleared his throat and replied with a bit of a sneer "as you wish, Findekano." Mentally kicking himself for that last word, Caranthir inwardly cringed as it came out as a purr. If Fingon noticed he didn't show it.
"What did you want of me dear cousin?" Caranthir asked with a growl trying to cover up that bit of flirting.
Smiling Fingon held out his hands in a placating gesture and went "I have a message for my father and I wish for….."
Cara cut him off with a wave of his hand "whoa, whoa, whoa hold on a damn minute here. I'm not a damn messenger, use a fucking messenger…." On and on he went in this train, Fingon waited patiently for him to finish. It wasn't until Caranthir spun back towards Fingon with his hand raised that Fingon reacted. He lifted his hand and grabbed a hold of Cara's, yanking him to him. Pulled off of his feet, Cara crashed into his cousin. They ended up on the ground.
Growling Fingon said very calmly "I'm asking you cause I trust you to deliver it and I don't think of you as a messenger, I…." Findekano was cut of by a searing kiss. Before he could really react though Caranthir pulled away and stood up.
"What's the message then?" he said acting like he hadn't just kissed his brother's favourite. Flustered Fingon sat up and looked quizzically at Carnistir, wondering what that was all about. He was about to ask him when Cara growled again, which went straight to Fingon's groin. 'Oh boy what is wrong with him tonight?' Findekano thought.
"Well, I thought this was an urgent message?" Cara smirked down at his cousin who is still sitting on the ground. Fingon glared as he pushed himself up into a standing position.
Standing once more in front of his smirky cousin he replied "it is."
Fingon frowned and walked forward a few steps. He grabbed the front of Caranthir's tunic, pulling him close he said "Why'd you kiss me and then act like you hadn't?"
Scowling Carnistir said nothing as he waited for his cousin to get him the message so he could get out of here. Before he pounced on Fingon and ravished him right here, right now. 'Oh why does he have to be so close?' Cara thought.
When Findekano realised that his cousin wasn't going to answer he sighed. "Fine," he walked over to the table (he had let go of his cousin's tunic) and picked up the letter to his father. Putting the last touches on it Fingon walked back over to Caranthir and held it out to him. "Here it is, take it and go."
Caranthir's scowl turn to a frown as he took the letter from Fingon. Trying to discern what has gone on in this tent. He watched as his cousin turned to walk away. 'Oh know he doesn't,' Cara's hand shot out and grabbed Findekano's wrist.
Frowning Fingon turned back to his cousin to tell him to 'Fuck off' when lips crashed onto his. Taken off guard Fingon gripped Carnistir's arm with his free hand. Cara licked along Fingon's bottom lip and rubbed his thumb on the inside of Findekano's wrist. Fingon gasped at the sensation and his mouth was soon invaded by Caranthir's tongue. He gripped the arm tighter, drowning in Cara's passionate fire.
Not used to this kind of passion, Fingon melted into his cousin and slowly responded. 'In fact,' he thought as he lost himself in the kiss 'He has never felt passion before, lust yes, passion no…..until now.' He held on for dear life as he continued to drown in the fire of Carnistir's passion. Fingon can feel Caranthir's heat as he is thoroughly kissed. With Maedhros it is different, his kisses are 'I take what I want and there is nothing you can do about it.'
'Oh Mandos' hall's, Russandol is going to kill me,' Caranthir thought as he curled his arm around Fingon's waist and pulled him closer, melding their bodies together. 'We all know Findekano is off-limits and yet I'm still kissing him. How come I can not stop? What is this spell he has upon me.' He thought as he plunged his tongue into the warm depth of Findekano's mouth once again.
(~*~)
Jerking out of his thoughts Cara finally located his Uncle. Walking up to him he went down on one knee and said "my King."
"My dear nephew," Nolofinwe said as he placed a hand on Caranthir's head "What brings you here?"
"Your son has sent me with a message for you on the progress in our search for my nephew Celebrimbor," Caranthir replied before standing up, the King's hand sliding down to his shoulder. When Cara looked at his Uncle he started in shock at the sadness he saw in his eyes. "Un…" He stopped himself and looked around to see if there was anyone in the vicinity, when he didn't see or hear anyone Cara continued "Uncle?"
Fin smiled sadly at his nephew and said "I'm fine Carnistir, what's the message from my son?" Caranthir frown but didn't press, instead he plunged his hand into his pocket and pulled out the message. He looked in concern at his Uncle (which is not a usual thing that Cara does) as he handed it to Fin.
This is what Findekano wrote…..
Ada;
We have yet to find Celebrimbor, it is frustrating. But we aren't giving up, he will be back with us soon. I just wanted to let you know that we are all fine and alive. I know how you worried yourself sick when I went after Maitimo without letting anyone know. But that is not why I wrote.
The reason is, one of my scouts came back with interesting news and a possible lead as to Celebrimbor's where abouts. It has to do with the Sinda. He tells me that it looks like they are planning to make war with us. And he says that they were bragging about having kidnapped one of the princes.
Now we don't know how true that is, but we're going to check it out. I'll let you know more about any attack, if it is true that they plan on making war with the Noldor. So you can be ready. My dear cousin Caranthir will be letting the other's know, the dear blond cousin's who aren't helping in the search.
I hope I find you well. Love you Ada, my world
Your loving son;
Findekano.
Fingolfin sat down on the bench and frowned, he read the letter again and wondered 'why would his father's friend want to make war on his best friend's people. One would think that he would be overly upset at the news and offer his help in bringing down the one who started this all in the first place. But noooo he decides to make it more difficult on Finwe's family. Well wont he be surprised when he meets a force that wont crumble.'
Caranthir waited for his Uncle to give him a reply or something. He is still burning with curiosity about why there is sadness in Fin's eyes that has nothing to do with what is going on, or Grandfather's death. It is something more, but he waited as patiently as he could until the King got up and motioned for him to follow him. They headed back to the palace and went inside to the High King's office.
Walking to his desk Fingolfin sat down and pulled a piece of parchment to him and picked up a quill he wrote a reply.
My beloved son;
It does my heart good to hear that all of you are alright. That does not bode well, I really hope that where ever my nephew is he is ok. And I really hope you can find him. The Sinda are not very bright if they want to mess with the Noldor. It is like waking a sleeping dragon, like your Grandfather use to say.
Here Fin paused to wipe away the tears that started to fall.
Caranthir jolted in surprise he has never seen his Uncle cry before.
Soon enough though Fin continued writing.
I a wait further news of your search and on the movement of the Sinda. Please be careful my son, my brave one. I don't want to lose you, like it seems I'm los…..
Shaking himself and scratching out that last bit he brought the letter to a close.
I hope to see you all soon, with Celebrimbor safe and sound. Give everyone hugs and kisses from me. Give an extra one to Curufin…of course when you see them. I don't know if you've met up with any others. Everything is alright here I…..
Again he stopped himself.
Well anyway….
I love you my beloved son, my brave one
Be safe and come back to me all of you.
Ada.
After he signed it he rolled it up and used his insignia ring, pressing it into the wax. Holding it out to Caranthir to take, who's standing there with a concerned look on his face. Fingolfin shook his head and getting up placed an arm around his nephew's shoulders and gave him a squeeze.
"Caranthir my nephew," Fin whispered.
"Huh," he answered turning to look at his Uncle.
"Here's the reply," he held it out to him again. This time Caranthir took it.
"Right," he said absent-mindedly, he left soon after.
(~*~)
After Carnistir left Fingolfin stood there deep in thought. There's got to be some way to approach his son and not have him run off with some damnable excuse. As he stood there his mind wandered to the day a month ago. A small smile appeared on his face, shivering as he remembered Turukano's hands as they glided up his sides.
While he was standing there a servant walked by and paused at seeing his King standing there with a very goofy expression. Not sure if he should say anything he hesitantly said questioningly "my King?"
Nolofinwe jumped nearly out of his skin as he focused on the servant who was standing there with a confused look on his face. They stood there staring at each other for a while, then Fin replied "I'm fine Anarin, just thinking." Smiling at the elf Fingolfin shooed him on his way.
Smiling back at his King, Anarin (who isn't surprised that the King knows his name. He knows everyone's names) bowed and continued on down the corridor with his load of sheets. Turning around Nolofinwe went back into his office and closed the door, so he could plan his next move to get near his son.
Meanwhile…..
Turgon and Finrod are just coming in from the practice grounds all covered in grim from their sparring then wrestling. It had started raining so they're all covered in mud and such. Finrod is still puzzled about what Tur had said. But not quite sure what he could do besides be there for him like always.
They headed to the baths to get cleaned up, Findarato scrubbed his cousin's back while giving him a little massage to loosen his muscles more. That is when Finrod noticed how tense his cousin really is. He sets aside the scrubber after they're both clean and just massages his cousin. Watching as Turukano's head falls back against Finrod's chest as he slowly relaxes.
After a half an hour of being in the bath and soaking they got out. Soon in Turukano's room with food that a servant brought they start a game of chess.
(~*~)
Fingolfin had left his office 2 minutes before the cousin's came out of the baths and had seen them as they headed down the hall to Turgon's rooms. He had planned to talk with his son, but that is going to have wait now as Fin watched the two disappear into his son's room.
Sighing Fingolfin turned and headed to the dinning hall to have supper, Argon was already there. He smiled when his Ada came in, to which Fin smiled back. Arakano's smiles where always infectious, but then again his youngest always had an infectious way about him. He has always been the happy-go-lucky type, and you can't help but be happy to. Well if you every need cheering up Arakano is the one you go to.
"So it's just you and me huh Ada," Ara said.
"I do believe it is my son," Nolofinwe replied as he bent down and placed a kiss on his son's cheek. Smiling at his father, glad to see him in a better mood then he was earlier Argon began telling his father more of what he has found out.
Through out the meal of a new chicken and rice dish with roasted vegetables and a delectable tomato/cheese sauce, Arakano relayed his findings.
Finding one: most of the injuries have been caused by the scuffles they have with the orcs and the run ins with the Sindar. But there were two guards with injuries that weren't caused by those afore mentioned reasons. And they weren't accident's either. They were deliberately caused, someone is out to sabotage the guards and put the people's lives at risk. Well more at risk then they already are.
"My men and I are still looking in on the causes, we should find the person behind them soon," Arakano said as he put a forkfuls of food in his mouth.
Finding two: the death of the guard, that was a disgruntled lover
Finding three: illness' well that is still an ongoing mystery. The healers are doing all they can in taking care of the ones who are sick and making sure no one else falls ill. As best as they can of course.
Listening intently the King frowned in concern as his son talked. 'Are we ever going to have peace?' he thought as he slid the fork out of his mouth and chewed.
Soon enough though his son fell quiet and they finished the meal in silence. With the meal over and the food taken away the two elves parted ways. Arakano out to get some investigating in before dark and Fingolfin to the sitting room (one of many) with a glass of apple wine.
(~*~)
Much later Fin got up and looked out the window, it was dark. Stretching he set his book down on the table and left the sitting room. He knew a servant had been there for his wine glass was gone. He headed in the direction to his rooms and ran into his nephew Finrod.
"Oop sorry uncle," Findarato said swaying a bit, "I think I had too much to drink," *giggling* he then leaned towards his uncle and said in a whisper (or what he thought was a whisper) "did you know that there are pink bugs on your face."
Frowning Fingolfin replied thoroughly confused "Really? Wait what?"
But Finrod didn't answer him as he had already continued on to the rooms he'll be staying in giggling the whole way. Standing there dumb founded Fin didn't move until the door to the room closed. Then shaking himself he went on his way.
Pausing out side of his rooms, he pondered maybe now would be a good time to talk to his son. Turning on his heel he went to his son's rooms instead. When he got there, he raised his hand to knock on the door when it opened suddenly and he yanked in.
"Yip," left the King's lips as he was pulled into a hard chest and kissed sloppily. All thought went whoosh out of his head as he melted against his son. 'This is what he wanted' Nolofinwe thought as his hands buried in Turgon's hair, deepening the kiss.
A minute had not passed and already Fin was shirtless and robe less and his son's hands were all over him once more followed by his tongue. 'oh that wicked tongue,' Fin thought as a moan left his lips. So lost in thought it took Fin awhile to realise Turgon was undoing his leggings with his teeth. His knees nearly gave out from under him, but strong hands were holding him up when his erection sprang free of its confines.
Smirking Turukano made his way back up his father's body. He kissed, licked, nipped and nibble his way up then back down spending special attention to certain spots. The nipples, belly button to name a few.
When he reached the King's waist though he ignored his father's need and nibbled instead on the sensitive skin of Fin's hips. Burying his hands into Turgon's hair, Fingolfin tried to get his son's mouth on his straining erection. But Turgon growled deep in his throat and squeezed his father's arse, telling him who is in charge. Fingolfin squeaked.
Turukano stood up stopping his exploration of his father's body. He looked at his father through hooded eyes, waiting for his father to open his eyes (which had shut in frustration). When he did, silver blue looked into stormy gray. They gazed at each other for ever it seemed when all of a sudden Turgon scooped his father up into his arms "yip," escaped Fin's lips again as he wrapped his arms around his son's neck and pouted.
When Turu deposited his father on the bed he noticed the pout. "What's wrong my love?" he purred
"You have too much clothes on," Nolofinwe said tugging on Turgon's tunic. Smiling and kissing his father he reached up and ripped his shirt off, which was followed shortly by his leggings. Covering his father with his body, both hissing at the contact. Fin arched into his son and wrapped his long legs around his waist, pulling his son closer. Hoping Turgon got the hint.
He got the hint alright as his eyes closed in bliss and he purred into the shapely ear "All in good time my love, all in good time." Licking the tip he pulled it into his mouth and suckled on it.
"Oh," Fingolfin mewled in pleasure. Turukano grinned around the tip and gave it a last lick before moving to the King's neck. Suckling there for a while he soon moved down and paused over the left nipple. Blowing on it, smiling when his father gasped and withered underneath him. Fingolfin's hands gripped his son's shoulders as Turgon's mouth closed over his nipple.
Soon both elves were lost in ecstasy as Turgon explored his father's body. Still in his drunken haze Turukano made his way down, pausing above the Kings need before engulfing it. Fingolfin shivered, opening his eyes so he could watched his son give him a blowjob. His first one ever. Burying his hands in his son's hair he let out all sorts of sounds in pleasure. Turgon grinned and continued to get the King to make them.
He knew his father was close when the grip in his hair tighten and soon his mouth filled with his father's seed. He swallowed it all, licking his father's shaft to get it all. Smacking his lips and purring seductively "delicious." He crawled his way back up his father and pressed his mouth to Fingolfin's.
Tasting himself in his son's mouth Fingolfin chased Turgon's tongue. When Turgon pulled back to look into his father's eyes, Fin asked sleepily "what about you? I could…"
"Shh, my love go to sleep. I'm fine." he purred kissing him again
"But.." Fin tried.
"It's ok really my love, see." Turukano shifted so his father could see that he was covered in his cum.
'O' Nolofinwe's mouth went.
"Now my love sleep." Turgon purred kissing him a last time before settling next to Fingolfin, pulling the covers over them. He wrapped his arm around Fin's waist and pulled him close. Closing his eyes Turgon's breath slowly evened out. Fingolfin watched his son for a moment before snuggling and whispered.
"Please don't avoid me, it pains me when you do. I love you." he laid his head on Turu's chest and closed his eyes and followed him into slumber.
(~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~)
Fingolfin (Fin) - Nolofinwe, Nolo
Fingon - Findekano, Kano
Turgon (Tur) - Turukano, Turu
Argon - Arakano, Ara
Maedhros - Maitimo, Russandol
Caranthir (Cara) - Carnistir, Morifinwe
Celegorm - Tyelkormo
Finrod - Findarato, Arato