Title: Doren En Ind
Author: Anarane Narmalanya (.uk)
Type: FCS
Characters: Erestor/Glorfindel
Warnings: angst,
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I hereby quote that I Anarane Narmalanya receive no profit for publishing LOTR Fan fiction. I do not own the characters (Except for Glorfael, Hathel and Meren) or make a profit.
Summary: Ecthelion and Erestor are twins. Glorfindel wants
Ecthelion, but the feeling isn't mutual. Erestor, however does want
Glorfindel. Glorfindel talks his father into an arranged marriage between the houses...Ecthelion is aware of Erestor's feelings, talks him into trading places with him at the wedding...and Glorfindel doesn't figure it out until the wedding night. The whole situation, of course, manages to bleed over into Imladris.
~~~ Chapter 2 ~~~
Mischief
~~~ The next morning ~~~
Erestor was sipping tea, his gaze settled far out of the window, when he heard his twin groan in discomfort. He looked over at his brother; who had, for some reason or another, removed his loincloth during the night and now lay sprawled across his bed.
"Old habits expire hard do they not gwador?" he asked with amusement, his answer in the form of a pained groan and further shifting. "I took the liberty of retrieving a healing draught for you, although you do not deserve it. It is beside you, so be careful you do not spill it,"
Ecthelion lifted his head with an aggrieved grimace, before hauling himself up against the headboard. He cradled the mug, and with one eye shut he took a tentative sip, immediately feeling its effects.
"Ai, pen neth you are truly amazing," he whispered with a relieved sigh.
"I know," Erestor replied smugly, grinning as his brother rolled his eyes, "awe... feeling sorry for oneself are we?" He teased, as his brother winced in pain.
"Shut up," Ecthelion replied, throwing a pillow at his brother.
"Now Ecthelion," Erestor scolded playfully, "That is most unbecoming behaviour of a young Lord of one of the great houses. But then, so is all of your behaviour,"
"Erestor," he grunted warningly. "I may be suffering, but I can still, without difficulty, pummel you into the ground."
The young apprentice grinned as he returned his silver stare to the outdoors, "It is raining heavily outside and this storm is vicious, It will not relent until the morrow I think. What are your plans today?"
Ecthelion flopped down onto the bed, with a great sigh. "Absolutely naught,"
Erestor smiled. He enjoyed these long, stormy days when his brother remained indoors and they sipped wine and exchanged hearsay from each side of their sectors.
There was a soft rap to the door, a second before it opened and their father entered, a scowl contorting his handsome face. His eyes settled on Erestor.
"Where is your brother?" he questioned sternly.
"I am here adar," the young elf grumbled as he left the bathing chamber and returned to his brother's plush bed.
Hathel's eyes narrowed as he looked over his oldest son's bedraggled countenance, before glancing at his youngest child.
"You slept in here?"
"Aye ada, 'Thel and I were sharing wine and memories before the hearth last night," Erestor answered smoothly.
Hathel's brow rose, "Then why is your brother suffering from overindulgence and you are not? And *why* is he completely unclothed?"
Ecthelion glared at his father.
"I am present adar,"
Before Hathel could respond to the barb, Erestor spoke. "I ceased drinking ada; you know what 'Thel is like,"
The young warrior winced before cradling his head within his hands.
"Hmm," Hathel pulled Erestor against his side, holding his son close, "Take example from your brother Ecthelion, I am proud of your skills and talents, but Erestor's obedience and control is one to be reckoned with,"
Ecthelion barely refrained from rolling his eyes. He had received this lecture more times than he could remember. "Yes adar," he murmured.
Hathel opened his mouth to speak, thought better of it and took his leave, mumbling about errant sons and shaking his head in exasperation.
The twins stared at one another until their father's footsteps had faded and then began to laugh, falling into one another's arms. "Ai, it is true you are a bad influence on me gwanunig," Erestor whispered as they finally faced one another upon his bed.
"I can be even worse," he whispered with mischief.
Erestor looked at his impish brother, his eyes narrowed in distrust. "What do you mean?"
Ecthelion wrapped his arm around his brother's shoulders. "Come with Glorfindel and I tomorrow evening,"
"Ecthelion!" Erestor exclaimed as he shoved at his twin's chest. "You have just now, received a rebuke from ada, barely a moment ago and already you seek to push the boat over the falls?"
"Aye, we are young Erestor. Tis our duty to aggravate our parents," Ecthelion gave him a roguish grin.
"If nanneth was here she would string you up by your-"
Ecthelion quickly covered his little brother's mouth.
"Do not use such profanity baby brother; it is immoral slipping from your innocent lips,"
Erestor scowled and pulled his hand away, "I am not a baby Ecthelion," he argued feebly.
"Come with me gwanunig, I wish to boast of my beautiful brother to my associates. You should not be so reclusive, it is unhealthy. Even adar agrees, come now. We will only drink a few; return together and adar will be none the wiser. What say you?"
Erestor bit his lip adorably, his expression wavering with his desire to obey his father, but also his desire to satisfy his demanding, other half. "I do not know 'Thel,"
"Well, if we are caught, adar will accuse me anyhow, so what does it matter?"
Erestor suddenly grinned. "Then we will just have to be certain we are not caught,"
Ecthelion clapped his brother on the back with an exclamation of joy, before clutching his head and leaning against his brother for sympathy. Erestor chuckled as he wrapped his arms around his twin.
"What am I going to do with you troublemaker?"
TBC
Translation:
Adar: father
Ada: dad
Gwador: brother
Gwanunig: twin
Nanneth: mother
Pen neth: little one
