Title: Awaken (1/?)
Author: Samsara, sailorpyrosun@aol.com
Pairings: Elrohir / Elladan, Glorfindel / Elrond
Rating: PG thus far, will end as NC-17
Summary: Elrohir knows his feelings towards his brother is wrong, and the
idea of living life with an unreturned love bears a heavy burden on
Elrohir. Eventually forgetting all sense and values, Elrohir finds himself
buried in a military campaign that threatens to break all aspects of his
life and only one elf can bring him back from the edge of destruction.
Disclaimer: Rights to the plot belong to me. All other rights belong to
J.R.R. Tolkien and his son.
Notes: This is just a teaser. Feedback is requested... if not begged. This
will eventually, once finished be an entry for April's Archivist Challenge:
Make love, not war.
Awaken - Part One
Elrohir awoke with a start, his body trembling and his sheets sweaty. The growing storm passed around Rivendell's buildings with a fury, howling at every window and screeching into every door. Elrohir clung to his comforter as the storm rose, his mind racing with fright. It was not only the storm that had aroused his fear, but more so the nightmare that lead him to wake during the storm. Instead of thinking on it, Elrohir pushed the nightmare from his mind and got out of bed. It was after midnight in Rivendell and the entire house was sleeping. Elrohir passed through the halls in only his nightshirt, peering around every corner for ghosts. He didn't know where he was going, but somehow he had ended up outside his twin's door.
"How many times had this happened?" Elrohir thought to himself, disgusted.
"How many times have I been so frightened to end up on my Elladan's doorstep...I'm such a..." his thoughts trailed off as his glanced to either side of the hall. He began to amble back from the door, but stopped when he reached the windows. Leaves had brushed in through the windows and were dancing in a circle over the floor. Elrohir peered at the sight, his despair melting slowly away as he strode over to stand in between the leaves. His voice remained silent as he watched the leaves dance amidst the horror of the storm. Such a sight filled him with a warm hope. And then, as if realizing a wrong action, his hands fell limp at his sides.
" I am brooding fool yet," he murmured sullenly.
"What are you doing, Elr'hir?" a sluggish voice inquired from a doorway. Elladan was barely visible in the light, but his eyes glimmered with sleep. Elrohir gasped as first, but then blushed and turned away from his twin.
"Nothing..." Elrohir replied quietly. He was uncomfortable in front of Elladan now, somehow thinking that his twin would divorce him from their bond because of the blooming emotions in his chest. Elladan grinned and approached Elrohir.
"You cannot hide from me, brother. Did you have another nightmare?" Elladan asked, slinging an arm around Elrohir's waist.
"No," came the lie. Elrohir turned away from his twin, and began to walk in the opposite direction, his steps quick.
"Elrohir?" Elladan demanded after his disappearing brother. There came no reply and Elrohir simply stood watching him go.
"You're very bad, Elrohir," he scolded himself, " Always needy on your brother... it isn't proper, the way you feel, and you know it." His eyes rapidly filled with tears as he felt his fingers itch to hold Elladan. But these feelings were not allowed... indeed not. Wiping his eyes and promising to be strong, Elrohir passed into his rooms - resolving to stop the nighttime visits to his brother's room.
Awaken - Part One
Elrohir awoke with a start, his body trembling and his sheets sweaty. The growing storm passed around Rivendell's buildings with a fury, howling at every window and screeching into every door. Elrohir clung to his comforter as the storm rose, his mind racing with fright. It was not only the storm that had aroused his fear, but more so the nightmare that lead him to wake during the storm. Instead of thinking on it, Elrohir pushed the nightmare from his mind and got out of bed. It was after midnight in Rivendell and the entire house was sleeping. Elrohir passed through the halls in only his nightshirt, peering around every corner for ghosts. He didn't know where he was going, but somehow he had ended up outside his twin's door.
"How many times had this happened?" Elrohir thought to himself, disgusted.
"How many times have I been so frightened to end up on my Elladan's doorstep...I'm such a..." his thoughts trailed off as his glanced to either side of the hall. He began to amble back from the door, but stopped when he reached the windows. Leaves had brushed in through the windows and were dancing in a circle over the floor. Elrohir peered at the sight, his despair melting slowly away as he strode over to stand in between the leaves. His voice remained silent as he watched the leaves dance amidst the horror of the storm. Such a sight filled him with a warm hope. And then, as if realizing a wrong action, his hands fell limp at his sides.
" I am brooding fool yet," he murmured sullenly.
"What are you doing, Elr'hir?" a sluggish voice inquired from a doorway. Elladan was barely visible in the light, but his eyes glimmered with sleep. Elrohir gasped as first, but then blushed and turned away from his twin.
"Nothing..." Elrohir replied quietly. He was uncomfortable in front of Elladan now, somehow thinking that his twin would divorce him from their bond because of the blooming emotions in his chest. Elladan grinned and approached Elrohir.
"You cannot hide from me, brother. Did you have another nightmare?" Elladan asked, slinging an arm around Elrohir's waist.
"No," came the lie. Elrohir turned away from his twin, and began to walk in the opposite direction, his steps quick.
"Elrohir?" Elladan demanded after his disappearing brother. There came no reply and Elrohir simply stood watching him go.
"You're very bad, Elrohir," he scolded himself, " Always needy on your brother... it isn't proper, the way you feel, and you know it." His eyes rapidly filled with tears as he felt his fingers itch to hold Elladan. But these feelings were not allowed... indeed not. Wiping his eyes and promising to be strong, Elrohir passed into his rooms - resolving to stop the nighttime visits to his brother's room.