Title: Doren En Ind
Author: Anarane Narmalanya
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 38 ~~~
Warning: This chapter contains violence, read at your discretion.
Wrath
The councillor gasped as Glorfindel covered the distance between them, pressing his smaller frame into the cold stone of the wall. "Glorfindel!" Any further protests were silenced as full lips, both rough and demanding, covered his own.
What should have been an act of joy and affection, only inspired fear and terror into the defenceless councillor as Glorfindel roughly grasped at him and jerked him close. A knot of panic settled within the pit of his abdomen and Erestor began to thrash and claw.
This was wrong; this was all wrong.
The breath abruptly left his lungs as Glorfindel further crushed him with his bulk. Limp and overcome with exhaustion and shock, Erestor's head dropped back against the wall as the Elda pulled back.
His vigour abruptly returned, however, as Glorfindel grasped at the hem of nightshirt and began to dragged it up his thighs.
"No!" he protested weakly, pushing at the Elda's concrete chest; "Saes! Glorfindel saes!"
With an aggressive growl, Glorfindel nipped at his neck and clawed at his naked behind. One hand hooked beneath a soft thigh and Erestor yelped as he found himself launched across his bed; then with barely a second of recovery, Glorfindel's huge bulk settled upon him.
Dazed and disordered, Erestor's efforts to remove the Vanya were in Vain. Glorfindel rose to his knees, one hand restraining the councillor by his throat and the other grasping at a bare thigh. His fingertips lowered to Erestor's opening and the misty haze surrounding the councillor abruptly cleared.
"Nay!"
The warrior within resurfaced and with vigorous force, Erestor swung his fist, landing a square blow to the Elda's eye-socket. The warrior fell aside and the old councillor took advantage of his momentary weakness. With a bellow of outrage, he drove his knee into the Captain's unprotected groin, enjoying the raspy wheeze that left the crumpled warrior's lungs.
"You bastard!"
In an incensed fit of temper, the slighter elf grasped at the impaired warrior and threw him upon the ground.
"How! Dare! You!" Each word joyfully accentuated with a violent kick to the grunting Vanya's torso.
A fire so fierce settled within his abdomen and Erestor found himself relinquishing millennia of fury and pain upon his target with blow, after blow, after blow; insult, after insult, after insult.
After what appeared to be an eternity, the exhausted councillor stumbled back over the upturned corner of his rug and did not break his fall until he sat upon his bottom.
Panting, perspiring and wild with adrenaline, Erestor leant back against the sofa and wept.
~~~ TBC ~~~
Translation:
Saes: please