Title: Falling into Temptation:
Chapter/ Part: 8.Author: Celebrian.
E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com
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Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel & Elrond / Erestor. Elladan also mentioned.
Rating: PG13?
Summary: Elrohir´s suspicions about his father's relationship with Erestor get almost confirmed. There is more. But I am not good at summaries and I do not want to give any spoilers away. ;o)
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: Amin mela lle: I love you. // Amin mela lle, beika Erestor: I love you too Erestor. // Mela en´ coiamin: Love of my life // Melamin / Meleth-Nîn: My love. // Lirimaer: Lovely one.// Ammin merna lle, A´maelarain: I want you, My beloved. // Quel du: Good night.
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Special thanks to Betas Emerald and Elaine :o)
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Erestor was the first one to move… His hand petted softly the dark hair cascading his lover's back as he placed an adoring kiss on the Lord of Imladris´ head. "Amin mela lle…" he whispered to the silky, dark hair. And a replying sweet kiss was placed on his chest...
"Amin mela lle beika Erestor…" Elrond lifted his head from his comfortable, warm pillow and looked at his lover. "More than you can imagine Mela en´ coiamin"
Erestor´s hands cupped Elrond´s face to draw his beloved closer into a sweet, tender kiss.
Once apart, Elrond leaned back to give his beautiful lover a better look and smirked devilishly at the offensive bruise contrasting with the pale soft skin of Erestor´s collarbone. His fingers moved to pet the mark and bending carefully he kissed the purple bruise.
"Fortunately it is winter…"Erestor mused.
"I will try to control myself next time…" Elrond kissed tenderly, the dark mark before rolling to lie next his lover, who moved closer and started to draw lazy forms over the Lord of Imladris´ bare chest.
"I'd prefer to stop wearing décolletage in Summer than for you to stop doing that…" Smiling reassuringly he kissed his beloved and stretched over him to get his previously, disregarded goblet of wine. He drunk a sip of Miruvor and offered the glass to Elrond, who with a slight movement rose to an almost sitting position. Erestor pulled the dark braid off his lover's face and tucked it safely behind the pointy tip of his ear.
"What is on your mind?" Elrond caressed Erestor´s absent-minded expression after leaving the empty goblet aside.
" I was remembering the first time we kissed after you married Celebrian…" He smiled at the memory of the sweet kiss that long ago had reassured their feelings better than words.
"I had assumed I had lost you by that moment… And when I least expected it, you let me got close to you…" Elrond found Erestor´s hand and held it selfishly cradled in his, over his beating heart. "I am not sure if I would have been able to resist you pushing me away any more…" He looked into those expressive dark eyes and a bittersweet smile formed on his sad features.
Erestor smiled and pressed his lips reassuringly over Elrond´s "My heart never let yours go… And never will. No matter what…" With out breaking eye contact Erestor assured his stressed lover tenderly while asking himself when would he learn to bit his tongue before speaking of the time Celebrian appeared in their lives?… Not everything in their hearts was fully healed… Even though the chief advisor of Imladris assured his lover and himself he had not kept any resentments nor wounds… deeply in his heart, he did… not to his beloved, but to her…She had taken away them something more important than Erestor was ever going to admit… His rightful place in Elrond´s life… He knew she was not guilty but she had been the reason for his almost departure to the undying Lands… Not their marriage… but Celebrian herself…
"What brought those memories back to your mind?…"
"I was trying to ease the uncertainty in Glorfindel´s heart… and it just came to my mind…" Erestor spoke freely assuming Elrond would know what he was referring to…
"How is he?…"
"He claims to be confused… But I think he is afraid…"
"He is afraid…" Elrond stated, his eyes lost in one of the dark corners of the room.
" But we can not do anything to ease that fear… he would have to face it alone… and so will Elrohir…until they can face their uncertainties together…"
"You have spoken with Elrohir. What did he say?…"
" He is in love…" Elrond looked at his beloved… "You have seen him when he is around Glorfindel…" The house Lords´ smiled at the image of his youngest son admiring his blond tutor… "Despite the expected blushes and lack of words, you can see he is truly in love when you look into his eyes…"
"Glorfindel loves Elrohir… He will take care of him…"
"I know… That is why I do not oppose… Somehow this was meant to be… Elrohir had always been infatuated with Glorfindel… Even since he was a little baby he would prefer his arms over ours…including his mother's"
"Celebrian was always distant… She was never with them…" Erestor´s body tensed at the remembrance of the golden haired Lady. Erestor had learned to stand almost everything when it came to her; but to see the twins asking desperately for their mother's attention and being constantly rejected, made him fume every single time…
Indeed they might have been over protective with them but all three of them needed to fill a very important and he would dare say impossible, gap in their life. The one their mother should have filled. A tender kiss on his still, captive hand brought him back to Elrond´s side.
"Don't…" Elrond pleaded his lover, aware of the other's mind wandering. "They grew to be strong, decided young elves… Despite the absence of their mother… And we will not ruin this perfect evening discussing her lack of maternal instincts…We have vainly done so and I am not in the mood to do it again now…". The Lord of Imladris looked sternly at Erestor. His only response was a sweet, adoring kiss. "Good to know you agree with me…" he chuckled pulling Erestor closer for a deeper kiss.
"Yes… I do agree. This has been a wonderful night… and I want it to remain that way… So… What do you say if I go prepare us a nice, hot bath and take some Miruvor up to the bedroom?"
"That is a very interesting proposition…" He grinned and stood picking up his clothes and handing the respective ones to his lover. "You go get the Miruvor…and some fruit too" he added after some consideration. "I will put this papers away and be right up with you in less than a second…"
"I doubt the less than a second part but… As I always say, it is worth waiting for you…" Erestor grinned at Elrond who came closer and cupped his face in his hands to kiss his chief advisor passionately.
"I will not make you wait tonight Melamin…" The Lord of the house purred to the half open lips against his own, making the figure in front of him shiver.
"I will hold you to that Meleth Nîn…" Erestor freed himself from the loving grip and headed to the door.
"Ah… Wait… Can you take this to Glorfindel?… I think he might need the use of it…" Elrond picked a small bottle from his desk and handed it to Erestor who was waiting next to the door. "It is the sleeping elixir I promised him…"
" I will give it to him…"
After stealing a last kiss from his beloved Elrond let him go… and returned to his desk to put the most important papers safe from any possible harm.
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Erestor almost froze as he noticed Elrohir picking over the shelves of the extensive library. For how long the young elfling had been frolicking near his father's study?… Had he heard anything?… Maybe he had wanted to talk to Elrond and stopped himself because of the evident noises of love making…
Gathering all his self- control Erestor quietly approached his younger charge.
"Still up Pen-Neth?…" The elder elf asked trying to appear as calm as usual.
"I need a book that Glorfindel asked Elladan and me to read… But I can not find it…" He looked at his dark haired tutor for a brief second and then turned his gaze to the book shelves once again. "He is going to test us the day after tomorrow and I have only read the first part…". Elrohir sighed annoyed.
"What is the name of the book?…"
"It speaks of Celebrimbor and Narvi. Elladan told me he had put it on its respective shelf yet I can not find it…" Elrohir looked at Erestor. "What was the reason for you to stay up this late?. You are usually one of the first to retire for bed once dinner is over…" he asked, playing puzzled, and had to suppress a smirk from forming on his features as Erestor tried to hide his uneasiness.
"I got distracted speaking to your father, Pen-Neth… I am afraid I lost track of time…" The dark haired eldar smiled awkwardly to his student and secured his telling gaze once again, on the safety of the shelves. "Here it is…" He took the book from the highest part of the bookcase and handed it to Elrohir. The long dark hair covering the recent mark inflicted by his lover's mouth, had faintly brushed away, unveiling it to Elrohir´s quick eyes.
"Thankyou …" Elrohir grinned as his previous suspicions were utterly confirmed, and had to bite his tongue, not to give his recent discovery away …
"It is an extensive book, you better start your reading…" The elf Lord smiled at Elrohir tenderly.
"Yes… I will do that…Thankyou Erestor." The young prince smiled affectionately at his tutor and with this small gesture, Erestor was able to see the reason of his blond friend's problem… The young elfling was adoringly charming, his moves naturally graceful and his voice, a honeyed whisper to the ears… the dark haired tutor had seen Elrohir´s charms in action a few times when he caught the pair of lovebirds working, thinking they were alone…
Glorfindel was lost…
"Elrohir!…" His youngest charge turned to face him cradling the book tightly against his chest. "Are you going upstairs?…" . Erestor stepped forward closing the distance his student had recently created.
"Yes…"
"Can you take this to Glorfindel on the way to your room?…" Erestor had to suppress a chuckle as Elrohir´s hands almost dropped the cradled book to take the offered small bottle.
"What is it?…" Elrohir asked moving the transparent label, making the greenish liquid dance from one side of the container to the other.
"It is the sleeping elixir your father prepared for him… It will help him sleep…"
"Ah… This will do him good, he had not been sleeping well this past days…"Elrohir´s eyes jumped from the dancing liquid to Erestor´s face who was listening amused to the youngster's words… "… so I have noticed…He looks tired… Do you not notice him tired?…" In his desperate effort to cover his out loud thinking Elrohir started to babble almost naming every single elf that had remarked that his beloved looked tired…
"Yes… I have noticed…" Erestor assured quietly, smiling as he cupped his charge's shoulder, gently leading him to the main stairs which would lead him to the family bedrooms. "I am positive this will help…"
Erestor grinned as he saw Elrohir rushing to his beloved's bedroom… He would help his blond friend clear the confusion in his mind and for the fear… well… He had fought a Balrog… What on Arda could possible make him fear a sweet elfling like Elrohir?…
Erestor chuckled at his own thinking of a persistent, adorable Elrohir… and went to the kitchen for his beloved's fruit.
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Glorfindel was leaning against the head of his bed; his closed eyes allowed him to replay the past afternoon events more vividly…
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"It is already ruined…"Elrohir had complained, leaning into to Glorfindel´s body bending next to his…
"Corrections do not ruin documents when you are studying… They help you learn…" The blond eldar had stated, lost in the depth of Elrohir green eyes. "Now… Do you remember which was the correct symbol?…" He had forced himself out of his trance.
"Mnnn… No…I do not think so…" Elrohir had lied looking innocently at him and Glorfindel had not cared, not cared at all… he wanted Elrohir to came closer… so he had taken the quill and had carefully shook the excess of ink from it. Then leaning forward – and closer to the appealing young elf – he drew the correct symbol on the yellowy paper, despite the uncharacteristic shake in his pulse.
"There…"Glorfindel had placed the quill in its place and leaned backwards, trying to avoid the aching proximity with the young elf's body. He had smiled tenderly at Elrohir and asked him to correct the other mistake… He would not have manage the trembling of his pulse to give the right form to the other symbol…
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Elrohir had lift his gaze from his writing to spy on him and he had not been able to change his object of admiration quickly enough… Elrohir had noticed him staring at him… Sighing heavily he had buried himself in the pages of his book.
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"You did not mention any length limit…" The young prince had grinned mischievously when Glorfindel had remarked the extent of his work. .
"I think this will do Pen Neth…" He had smirked amused at his smart charge.
"I am not finished yet…" Elrohir had drawn closer to him, setting his body on fire, as it always happened when the elfling was too near to him.
"Are you planning on translating the history of Arda into Dwarven?…" He had unsuccessfully tried to ease the painful necessity of closeness.
"If that is what it takes to be near you…". Elrohir had purred seductively, staring into his eyes. Again, his student had used that honeyed voice he had used some nights ago when they cuddled next to the big fire in the Halls…Was Elrohir aware of the power of that melodic, entrancing purr?…
How simple it would had been to kiss him right then, how easy it would had been surrendering to one of his more innocent desires…A kiss…A tender, loving kiss. He had only needed to bend a couple of inches and Elrohir´s sweet mouth would have been his… Glorfindel´s mind had already played with this idea several times, getting this close to his youngest charge made his mind wander through places Glorfindel had never wanted to admit…but now… it was impossible to suppress the desire. Because he had tasted those lips, and they were sweeter than honey itself…
He would have worshiped first the upper lip, to lovingly find the other one waiting below, as his hands tangled in that silky feathery dark hair draping over those slender shoulders… Glorfindel suppressed a faint moan from leaving his parted lips as the images of the first shared kiss with Elrohir came to his mind… The youngster's hot skin brushing whit his, playfully teasing him... He could perfectly remember the hard nipples pressing blatantly against his awakened flesh, crying of his beloveds arousal…the taunting lips gaining confidence with every slight movement of his tongue…
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Glorfindel´s head felt backwards as his hand moved to rest on his groin…His breathing becoming ever more erratic with arousal as past torturing sensations came to tease him with something he could not have… not yet at least…
The palm of his hand gently rubbed the needy flesh under the fabric of his pants…he was getting harder and harder with every memory and his own touch…until something pulled him brusquely out of his trance…
Someone had knocked on the door…
There it was again… a soft knock… somebody wanted to see him…
Glorfindel cursed himself for the state he was in… and managed to recover his lost voice… "Coming…" he stated, as he gathered his large robe which was resting at the feet of the bed. That would cover his untaken care of need.
"Elrohir?…" Glorfindel did not know whether to pull the young elfling inside, to his bed and let him do whatever he wanted to do to him; or to ask why was he up this late at night… The blond eldar closed his eyes momentarily as the ambiguous ideas played in his mind.
"Are you felling well?…" The younger elf asked, his voice tinted with concern.
"Yes…"
"You are flushed!…" Elrohir free hand cupped the eldar´s forehead… "And warm…"
"I am well Lirimaer… I … was sitting next to the fire… that is all…" Glorfindel smiled reassuringly at his beloved, who was looking even more adorable than usual, frowning his brow in worry and staring at him… " I am well… What is it that you need at this hour of the night… You should be sleeping…"
"I am no child …" Elrohir stated a little annoyed both because he had just sounded like an infant and because the object of his desire saw him like one. How was Glorfindel going to see him as a possible lover if he could not stop seeing him as a child?…
"I know…" The blond eldar smiled reassuringly.
"Erestor asked me to bring you this…" The young prince handled the little bottle to the blond eldar. Their hands rose briefly and both elves seemed to froze in time, their eyes locking together, watching at the other longingly until Glorfindel pulled his hand away from the heavenly contact.
"Thankyou…" Glorfindel, tried to focus on the small phial, he could not bear to look at Elrohir. It ached his body to know that he could not pull the youngster inside and worship his beloved with adoring kisses... The blond eldar gazed at Elrohir… No… he could not… If he started kissing him tonight, he would not be able to stop… "You should go back to bed Lirimaer… It is late…"
Elrohir melted at the hearing of the new adjective Glorfindel used to call him… Surely he had declared that Elrohir was lovely several times in the past but know, the single word seemed to have a whole different new meaning… Maybe it was the intonation in which was it said… Or maybe the eldar´s eyes spoke a different language than the other times… Elrohir was not sure what the change really was… but he loved to hear him calling him that way…
"I will go to bed after you give me my goodnight kiss…" The dark haired prince purred seductively, looking for the other's reaction, and smiled when the mighty blond eldar blushed pretty much like he did…
Glorfindel bent, closing the distance between the two of them and kissed the elfling´s temple… as he usually did when he tucked the young one into bed. Then he looked at his young pursuer. Elrohir was gazing back at him in frustration and the blond eldar had to suppress a smirk as his teasing kiss had disappointed his beloved Elrohir… "There … you are set for bed now…" He smiled affectionately at his young love as this one tried to form a plausible excuse to get what he wanted.
"That is all?…" Was the only thing Elrohir came out with as he stared impatiently at his blond tutor gazing back at him with both his arms crossed in his chest. "I know I promised I would wait …"
" Come here…" Glorfindel smiled lovingly and cupped Elrohir´s face in both his hands to tenderly kiss him.
Elrohir whimpered at the surprise of the exquisite assault, his body trembled as Glorfindel´s lips brushed against his own for some seconds until the blond elf started to worship devotedly each one of them, the lower one first and the upper one a fraction of seconds later... The eldar´s body was close, yet not touching his, and his warm breathing colliding with his own… in erratic gasps of air. Until the feathery like mouth moved away breaking the magical kiss…
"Was that better?" The elder elf whispered pressing his forehead with Elrohir´s to playfully brush the tip of their noses together… never releasing the youngsters flushed face…
"Mnnn?…Yes…" The prince of Imladris stated drowsily, opening his eyes to face at his beloved smiling lovingly at him.
"Will you go to bed now?" His heart pounded faster, if this… surrendering to one of his purest desires made him feel like this… Glorfindel could not imagine what it would be to allow himself to love Elrohir´s body and let his own be loved too…
"Do I have too?…" Elrohir´s nose played against Glorfindel´s in a childish act that took a new different meaning to him…
"Yes…" The blond eldar purred before kissing the tip of Elrohir´s nose. "You do…" he smiled tenderly and after petted the elfling´s cheek he moved away from the prince's personal space.
"Alright…" Elrohir grinned charmingly at Glorfindel "Quel du Glorfindel…" and against his own will he turned to leave…
"Quel du, Lirimaer…"
The elder elf watched as his beloved pranced through the hallway to his own private chambers, and after turning one last time to see him timidly, the young elf entered his room leaving Glorfindel sighing with repressed desire…
TBC…