Title: Falling into Temptation:
Chapter/ Part: 7Author: Celebrian.
E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com
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Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel & Elrond / Erestor. Elladan also mentioned.
Rating: R/ NC17.
Summary: Elrohir keeps his pursue on…
Disclaimer: I don't own them :o( But they all live in my mind.
Warnings: Angst.?
Author's notes: According to elvish majority standards. An elf reaches adulthood at the age of 50 our 21 equivalent. So in this story Elrohir and Elladan are between 40 and 41 elvish years. This would make them 17 in human standards.
Elvish Translations: Tua Amin: Help me. // Amin mela lle: I love you. // Lirimaer: Lovely one.// Ammin merna lle, A´maelarain: I want you, My beloved.
Feedback: Please, Please! I beg of you. I will be eternally grateful :o)
Thanks to my wonderful betas Emerald and Elaine… :o)
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The twins had been left alone for some moments, and they were perfecting their writings skills… Sindarin and Quenia were not problems but other types still confused them sometimes, and they were particularly annoyed since they were working with Dwarven scripture right now…
"Elrohir?…"
"Yes?…" Elrohir answered, still concentrating in his work until his brother came to stand next to him and started to check his half written scroll… "Have you finished?"
"No… I think this one is wrong…" Elladan pointed to the miswritten letter. "This is very boring…" He sighed.
"But it can be very helpful." Glorfindel stated as he entered the room. "Come… Let us check what you have done".
"I just babbled…Could not think what I should write." Elladan sat in his place and his blond tutor took the barely written parchment.
It wrote…
" (I am very, very, very, bored. I want Spring to arrive, so I can go ride through the woods and have my fingers clean of ink which will not clean out with soap and water…
Very bored…Very.) "
(I am very, very, very, bored. I want Spring to arrive, so I can go ride through the woods and have my fingers clean of ink which will not clean out with soap and water…
Very bored…Very.)
"Interesting…" Glorfindel mused smiling. "At least there are no mistakes…Now… Why don't we try something with more content?"
"I do not know what to write. I am not in the mood to create poetry or a story and besides it looks ugly in these signs…" Elladan leaned back in the chair and sighed heavily.
"It does not look ugly. It is different. You only have to give your eye time to get used to it… If you can not think of anything why do not try to write one of your favourite legends?"
"Alright…" Elladan agreed, not very convinced.
The blond eldar smiled at his charge and sympathetically slapped his back encouragingly. Then he moved to check the younger twin's work.
"How are you doing Elrohir?" Glorfindel slightly leaned over Elrohir´s shoulder, carefully trying not to disturb his writing, nor his student.
"I am close to finishing…"
"This one is wrong…" The tutor pointed to the same miswritten letter Elladan had pointed to minutes ago. "And here is another one… Correct them under the miswritten ones".
"It will ruin the document…". He complained annoyed, making Glorfindel smile at his youngest charge's obsession with neatness.
"No. It won't, it will only be corrected…" Elrohir looked up to see Glorfindel looking back at him.
"It is already ruined…"He stated, leaning into closer contact with Glorfindel´s body which was slightly bent next to him. The eldar´s perfume was making him lose all concerns about the precision of his work, instead he started to concentrate on his tutor's arms and calm breathing. He wanted to wrap himself in those protective arms and snuggle in the crook of his chest.
"Corrections do not ruin documents when you are studying… They help you learn…" The blond eldar stated, lost in the depths of Elrohir green eyes. "Now… Do you remember which was the correct symbol?…" He forced himself out of his trance.
"Mnnn… No…I do not think so…" Elrohir lied, looking innocently at Glorfindel. He had recognized the mistake as soon as his brother had pointed out to him, but he knew that if he did not correct it, Glorfindel would. The blond eldar did not disappoint his expectations, he took the quill and carefully shook the excess ink from it. Then leaning forward – and closer to the unmoving young elf – he drew a perfect symbol on the yellowy paper, despite the uncharacteristic faint shaking in his pulse.
"There…"Glorfindel placed the quill in its place and leaned backwards, trying to avoid the now unbearable proximity with the young elf's body. He smiled tenderly at Elrohir. "You, correct the other one…"
* Ah… I do not think I can…* He smiled charmingly at Glorfindel and nodded.
With this Glorfindel moved to his own chair to read his book, giving his pupils the opportunity to work without any pressure on their appointed task.
When Elrohir lifted his gaze from his writing to spy on his tutor he found the blond eldar shifting his gaze quickly. Glorfindel was looking at him.
The blond elf Lord rested his temple on his hand sighing. * I am starting to have the self control of a human …* he sighed heavily, burying himself in the pages of his book.
"I've finished…" chided Elladan, an hour later, from his desk making Elrohir, who was completely concentrated in Glorfindel´s perfect features, go back to his work.
" So soon?" Asked his tutor approaching his oldest student. "What did you decide to write about?…"
"I invented something…" He looked at Glorfindel and handed him the sheet of paper.
"This is a very interesting story Elladan" Glorfindel congratulated reassuringly his student. "There are four mistakes…" He said after checking the text in hand. "Tell me where they are and I will let you free for the day…"
Elladan pointed two and then bit his lower lip frustrated when he could not find the other two. He looked at Glorfindel charmingly, pleading. "I can not see the other ones…". With Erestor this technique would never work, but with Glorfindel it was different… Elladan knew his plea had succeeded when the elf Lord smiled and took the quill.
"This letter has a little leg heading to your right… and this one… is backwards…" Glorfindel pointed, looking at his older charge, who was almost jumping off the chair. "Go, Go…". He chuckled softly as Elladan rushed out of the chair and room mumbling a Thankyou.
Glorfindel´s gaze shifted to the messed desk and found Elrohir looking at him… "Do you want to finish it tomorrow?" He asked at his younger charge.
"No… It is alright…" Elrohir smiled.
The blond eldar nodded and forced himself to break eye contact, instead he concentrated on tiding up the disordered desk; while the younger elf forced himself back to his own work.
Half an hour later Elrohir looked up and saw the blond elf holding his book in both his hands. But his eyes were lost somewhere else but it's contents… "Where are you?". He whispered.
"I am sorry…" The blond eldar reacted and a tender smile was born on his lips. " Have you finished?…" He stood from his place and approached Elrohir.
"No…". The young elf said, looking at several parchments spread on the desk.
"You have not?…" The blond elf asked puzzled while bending a little to check the still ink wet paper… "You have written twelve pages…" He flipped his gaze to Elrohir who was looking at him.
"You did not mention any length limit…" The young prince grinned mischievously.
"I think this will do Pen Neth…" The blond eldar smirked, amused by his student.
"I am not finished yet…" The younger elf drew closer to the eldar.
"Are you planning on translating the history of Arda into Dwarven?…" Glorfindel teased his beloved.
"If that is what it takes to be near you…". Elrohir purred seductively, staring into the depths of Glorfindel´s eyes, wishing his blond tutor would lean a little closer and press his lips against his own. He was controlling himself no to grab Glorfindel by his robe and pull him into a deep passionate kiss, like the one they had shared the first time they kissed. Elrohir had lost count of how many times - when Glorfindel bent to correct something - he had had this fantasy…
Glorfindel was hypnotized by his student's beauty… Ah… How simple it would be to kiss him… He only needed to bend a couple of inches and Elrohir´s sweet mouth would be his… Glorfindel´s mind had played with this idea several times, especially in the past two years, but now it was harder to suppress this desire. Because he had tasted those lips, and they were sweeter than honey itself…
An intentional noise drew both elves attention to the side entrance to the library.
Erestor was standing, after picking up the dropped book from the floor, cleaning nonexistent dust from it. "Sorry to interrupt your class, but Lindir is waiting for Elrohir in the kitchen…"
"We have finished…"
"You have not corrected my mistakes…" Elrohir said seriously, gazing at his beloved who turned back to look at him with a tender smile lingering on his lips .
"I will check them this night and inform you tomorrow…"
"You have corrected Elladan´s today…" Elrohir did not want to leave. He was here, alone with his beloved Glorfindel, he had been all his and Erestor appeared. The young prince wanted to dismiss Erestor. And a sharp killing glance might have escaped his courteousness and willpower unconsciously.
"He only wrote a page and a half…" Glorfindel explained patiently to his younger charge.. "Now go… Lindir is waiting for you… I will check this later…"
"Very well…" Elrohir sighed defeated, and after looking hatefully at Erestor he hurried of the room.
"I will think twice before interrupting…"
"You have not interrupted…" Glorfindel stated quietly, sitting in Elrohir´s empty place, lifting his gaze from the chaotic desk to face his dark haired friend.
"I think Elrohir would disagree with you" He chuckled and sat in front of his friend. "He is not making things easy is he?…"
"Indeed he is not…. But neither is my heart…" Glorfindel sighed staring at his tangled fingers over the wooden desk. "I have told Elrond about my feelings for Elrohir…". The blond eldar whispered. "I … it was too much to bear … this secret…" He drew back to his chair as if seeking for security. He crossed his arms around his chest and looked at Erestor. "… I am very confused… I KNOW I should not be feeling this, yet I can not stop…" He shook his head defeated…
"What?…" Erestor asked quietly.
"I am acting without thinking!… I found myself looking at him when I am sure he is not aware of it… and if I try to remember why I drew my gaze to him I can not remember it…"
"And… let me guess… you can not take him out of your mind? Nor your dreams?…". Erestor chuckled softly as his friend ran a nervous hand through his golden hair. "You are not confused Glorfindel… You are in love…" The dark haired elf leaned on to the desk to look better at his friend " It is easier to feel confused… That way you can avoid recognising your true feelings…"
"I know my feelings…I know what and how I feel everytime he is near… That is the problem!." He interrupted Erestor´s thinking.
"Then why do you keep hiding yourself behind this … mask you have made… of being confused?"
"You know why. I have told you so…" Glorfindel sighed heavily. " I do love him Erestor… More than life itself, but I will not find peace even in the Mandos Halls´ if I have him only to lose him…"
"Why would you lose him?…". Now it was Erestor´s turn to sigh at the image of his usually self-secure friend sheltering in the imaginary security of the wooden chair. "What did Elrond say?…" He asked quietly, as if trying to soothe the blond elf's insecurities. Erestor felt defeated in attempting to prove to Glorfindel that there was nothing wrong in feeling what he was feeling and for WHO he was feeling it.
"He said he trusted me to do the right thing and what I considered best…" Glorfindel stated after some thinking. "How am I suppose to discern what the right thing is if I can not think clearly?…"He complained mostly to himself.
"You should know there are some things that are not the reason's concern to decide …"
"It might not be the one to decide but it is certainly playing a great deal in this whole matter…"
"I learned long ago that sometimes is best to play deaf ears to reason… and just act according to your feelings…"
Glorfindel looked at him with knowing eyes.
Erestor had had a battle of his own several years ago when Elrond married Celebrian… For a full year the Lord of Imladris had asked his beloved to understand the true reasons of his marriage. But the dark cloud of pain invading his broken heart blurred Erestor´s mind. It was the opposite aspect of the problem yet the same.
Elrond had arranged everything with his wife-to-be and made it clear to his in law's that he and Celebrian would not share the same bedroom. Instead of sharing it with his rightful wife, the Lord of the house would share it with the owner of his heart, and he and his wife will only shared the same bed on the few occasions Galadriel´s mirror asked them to. Celebrian was as free as her husband to find a rightful lover, one who cherished her the way every one deserved to be cherished, and for some time she did back at her homeland until her lover married, and her husband took her to Mirkwood. But this did not help Erestor´s heart to relieve the pain, nor realise what Elrond was desperately trying to say.
"Erestor?"
A timid voice brought both silent elves back from their reverie.
"Yes, Elladan?…" Erestor turned to face the young elf.
"Are you going to go to the stables today?…"
"Yes. I was about to… Do you wish to join me?…" He smiled at the oldest twin's grin. "Go get your cape and bring mine please" Both eldar´s watched as Elladan left and Erestor looked at Glorfindel. "Stop thinking and dare to start feeling…"
"As if it was an easy thing to do…"
"Worthy things are never easy to accomplish".
"You sound like Elrond sometimes…" The blond eldar smiled as the mention of the Lord of the house brought a gleam to Erestor´s eyes.
"I know… The sharing of centuries I suppose…" He smiled warmly and stood. " I will leave you to your work". Pointing to the scattered papers on the table he headed to the main door where Elladan appeared with both their capes.
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Later that night Erestor entered Elrond´s study and found his lover as he often found him… completely immersed in his work He was concentrating so intently that he had not even realized the other elf's presence in the room.
Erestor remained still, leaning on the closed door and watching worshipfully the unaware elf. No words could ever describe how beautiful Elrond looked to his eyes, what he really saw when he watched him like this, or in his sleep. How much desire and passion this particular elf could provoke in him. How much lust and tender love he had found to give. And how much he wanted to give it away… give it away to this beautiful, lovely, creature…
"Are you planning in staying there all night?…" Elrond mused lifting his head to face Erestor. "Or are you going to come closer?…" He asked seductively and smiled tenderly at Erestor´s playful indecision. "Sit, I will get us some Miruvor…"
"I hope you are not planning on getting me drunk…" Erestor mused, approaching the burning fire in the crafted stonewall and sat on the olive green carpet as they used to on nights like this.
"Will I have to?…" The Lord of Imladris handed the filled goblet to his lover, leaning over Erestor´s shoulder as he knelt behind him.
"You might…" Erestor purred closing his eyes as Elrond´s hands brushed the long dark hair off Erestor´s neck.
"Nay… I want you sober…" Elrond´s faint whisper collided with the tender pale skin of his lover's neck. "I want you to feel… everything I will do to you…" Kissing the rushed beating line to the earlobe, the half – elf Lord slid one of his hands inside the other's robe and shirt feeling a hardening nipple under his fingers. With a teasing squeeze he caused his lover to moan faintly, melting backwards into greater contact. "I do not think I will need to get you drunk… to get what I want…". He whispered sensually to the pointy ear, the words followed by an unexpected yet delightful lick.
"What do you want?…" Erestor´s cracked voice asked.
"Ammin merna lle, A´maelarain..." Elrond purred before nibbling Erestor´s pointy ear. He could felt the other elf's body trembling against him, as his mouth and tongue worshiped it's temporarily prisoner… The hand inside Erestor´s clothes moved to undo the buttons that still kept bare skin hidden.
A little complaint escaped Erestor´s throat as the other elf's warm mouth stopped its pleasurable ministrations…
"You will have more…" The Lord of Imladris whispered between the butterfly kisses he was spreading all his way down to the collarbone. His hands worked Erestor´s clothes off, sliding the fabric gently off his shoulders and arms. "I promise…" The trace of kisses continued to the recently unveiled perfect shoulder… until a loving hand gently pulled his head up. Elrond´s lips were suddenly assaulted by Erestor´s in a hungry, passionate kiss.
The Lord of Imladris could feel his pants gradually growing tighter, binding his needy flesh… He growled into the kiss as his lover's hands started to pulled his own clothes open…Erestor´s naked chest met his, somehow his lover had managed to face him during the kiss… And his strong hands were pulling their bodies together, pleading for closer contact…
The Lord of Imladris´ hands slid from the perfect shaped forms of Erestor´s back muscles to his bottom, and squeezing hard he drew their erections together.
Both elves moaned in unison, as their arousals met.
Erestor´s head had fell backwards in response to the pleasurable sensation, exposing the pale skin of that irresistible neck… Elrond´s mouth attacked the base of the neck, the junction between shoulder and neck itself and holding the whimpering body of his lover steady, he sucked hungrily until the distinctive mark of passion was born on the delicate skin of his beloved.
Erestor´s loud, throaty moan made him shiver hard, in anticipation of the pleasure to come…
The chief advisor of Imladris searched for his Lords mouth, claiming it for a greedy kiss… and with out breaking it he pulled his long time lover on top of him.
Elrond´s fingers tangled in the other's dark mane… as he kissed his beloved possessively until the lack of air made them apart… The half- elf Lord looked into Erestor´s eyes and, after placing an almost chaste kiss on his lips, he trailed his way down with the back of the tip of his tongue… until he bumped into the already dark, formed bruise… Elrond grinned mischievously at his previous work and licked the offensive mark as an animal would do to his submissive partner. "You are mine…" He stated selfishly between laps, making Erestor´s shivering increase…
The chief advisor's hands slid between the bodies and pressed against Elrond´s hardness making the Lord of Imladris moan loudly. "Take this off…" He panted almost incoherently… Increasing the pressure applied to his lovers groin…
"Not yet…"Elrond gasped with difficulty while composing himself enough to continue his way down to Erestor´s nipples. They were incredibly hard… but became harder under the ministrations of his mouth and fingers. While one provided pleasure, the other provided the right amount of pain… He knew what to do to push his lover beyond words… and he was going to do that…
The half- elf opened the other elf's pants and pushed his hand inside of them.
Another throaty moan escaped Erestor´s mouth as Elrond´s fingers encircled his stiff member. The thumb played on its tip, spreading the formed droplets alongside of it. Erestor´s body was quivering and he found himself unable to control it. He pushed incoherently into the fingers as they moved up and down his full length.
"Elrond…" He managed to say almost unintelligibly. Only a warm mouth responded to his plea, it engulfed his penis, pulling it deep inside the other's throat. Erestor could feel the strong grip holding him steady, preventing him from shaking too hard.
Elrond managed to hold his lover steady enough with one hand. The other one found the opening of his own pants… he pulled them open to release his painfully swollen member.
"Will … Not … hold it… long…" Erestor´s fractured voice managed to pant.
Elrond looked up, not releasing his lover's need and saw his beloved almost consumed by the passion of love making… For as much as the Lord Imladris wanted to taste his lover's release, he was aware of his own need. He could wait no more…
He drew back and pulled his beloved's pants completely off, his own followed. And in less than a second he came to be on top of Erestor once again…
The quivering body drew closer, asking to be invaded…
The half- elf spread the pearly droplets forming on the head of his cock down it and without further advice he pressed into Erestor´s body, which arched off the green carpet beneath them.
His desire proved greater than first expected… The warm passage welcoming him almost unmade him, Elrond had to tightly close his eyes to command himself to relax a little. Slowly he started to move in and out his lover, causing delightful noises from him.
With major self control the Lord of Imladris managed to imitate his moves on Erestor´s cock…
With the loud moan from his lover and the sensation of warm release between his fingers, Elrond´s thrusts increased in motion and depth, until his need was too much for him to control…
Elrond collapsed over Erestor´s chest panting, almost desperately for air as two arms drew him close and held him protectively.
It took several minutes for their breathing to become even again… and in those eternal minutes they remained comfortably tangled on the green olive carpet of Elrond´s study floor…
TBC…