Fin/Tur

A/N: I apologise for any spelling or grammar mistakes. I did my best to catch any. My best friend is my Beta for all my stories:).

Dis: Don't own LOTR

Warning: Inc. If you don't like don't read and any flames will be used to make s-mores. This is an AU

Sum: Turgon hides the fact he is gay, but when he is drunk all bets are off and he ends up in his Father's bed time after time.

Chapter one

Forbidden

The sun was beginning to peek over the walls of Hithlum, the city of the High King. The change of the guards was being over seen by Crown Prince Fingon to make sure they're no mishaps. Because just last week there was four guards that collapsed and are doing alright now that they've been able to rest, three guards who went home sick and are now in the healing house, two with grave injuries who are still in the healing house and one who died mysteriously just two days ago. So Fingon was there along with two healers checking each guard as they went home to sleep and checking the ones who replace the night guard. Fingon was the one in charge of over seeing the guard changes ever since those incidents happened. The High King is very concerned for his people's wellbeing and if those who keep the people safe are dropping from exhaustion, illness, injuries or dead there is a serious problem.

Fingolfin's youngest is looking in on all these mysterious occurences at the request of his father. Argon has been going around asking questions, doing some snooping. One of the times when he snooped around the barracks, he discovered the roster and the schedule for the patrols, the change of the guard ect. Were full and no one was getting breaks except the generals. He grabbed the originals and showed his father. Those lazy arses got severely punished for compromising people's lives. The High King was furious.

One mystery solved now it is just for the mysterious illness' that have popped up and not just in the guards, there have been other reports from the farmers and out lying villages about people falling ill suddenly. One minute they're fine the next they aren't. As for the injuries well that happens unfortunately in this land, what with orcs trying to rip their throats out and having to deal with the other elven races. But King Fingolfin still wants his son to investigate them. For there might be a time where one of the injuries is a mysterious one. As for the death of the one guard so far there hasn't been anymore, but the healers are on even more high alert as they do tests trying to figure out what killed the guard. Crown Prince Fingon was the one to tell the guards family of his death. That was one of the hardest things he ever had to do.

But as he stood there watching the guards change he kept an eye out for any funny business, the patrol which patrols the border next to Prince's Curufin, Celegorm and Celebrimbor's land galloped in. They had urgent news from the son's of Feanor. The Captain spotted Prince Fingon and rode up to him.

"My Prince," he bow from the back of his horse "I have some grave news about your second cousin Celebrimbor."

Fingon's eyes widen at that and motioned for the healers to finish up here, they nodded and he turned to the Captain and said "tell me."

"The prince Celebrimbor is missing, my Lord. He's been missing for four days, they just found out he is missing three days ago. Your cousin Prince Curufin is beside himself, he destroyed some of their belongings in his anguish. Lord Celegorm and Prince Huan his constant fury companion have left to search for him and Lord Curufin will be joining him as soon as he can, with their other trackers. But of course my Lord the only tracker's he truly trusts are family. They're hoping the High King will send someone to help in the search. My patrol and I can go back out there and start looking ourselves, we all adore Lord Celebrimbor." The Captain paused to draw breath and was about to continue when Fingon held up his hand. Quieting the Captain waited.

"That wont be necessary you guys need to go and rest. I will get the patrol who is heading out to take over that spot to keep an eye out for my second cousin. I'll let my father know. It was kind of you to offer but of you go now for your much need rest." Fingon smiled sadly at the patrol. The patrol who had already been cheeked over by the healer's head in. Fingon turned to the healer closest to him and says "I'm going to go and tell my father the news, finish up here and then you can go back to the healing house."

"Of course my Prince," he said bowing he watched the Crown Prince mount his horse and gallop to the palace.

(~*~)

The Palace cooks are busy in the kitchens readying breakfast for all the inhabitants. Bacon sizzling next to the eggs that are frying. The toast is toasting over the fire, ham is turning slowly over another fire and the breakfast wine has been selected and brought up. A salad is prepared and the buns are taken out of the oven. The smells soon permeated the air and mouths began to water. The kitchen staff hope the royal family enjoy breakfast just as much as they had enjoyed making it.

Elsewhere in the palace the servants are opening curtains, dusting, washing the floors and a couple of servants are carrying water up to the High King's bed chambers so they can get the bath ready for him when he wakes. But it is a long way to the bed chambers of the King and they rarely make it before he wakes up. This morning is no different.

Everywhere there was movement as all the inhabitants of the city of Hithlum woke up and greeted the new day. Wifes of the farmers have worked hard slaving over the ovens making breakfast for their husbands. The young elflings are running around laughing as they play. The farmer's with their eldest have been at work since dawn and now are coming in for breakfast. Smiling as they are soon greeted by their younger children. One farmer picks up his younger son and tosses him into the air only to catch him on the way back down. Laughing the elfling says "again Adar, again." The farmer smiles and looked at his older son who smiles back remembering when he was small and said the same thing to his father. So up went the elfling and peals of laughter reached the mother, she soon came to the door and smiled at the antics of her family.

The hunter's with their hunting hounds are leaving the city to bring back wild game for the butcher's. The butcher's have a lot of beef, pork, poltery meat they are just low on the wild meat. The head of the kitchens had sent word that the Prince Argon is wanting wild boar for supper. So out head the hunter's and their faithful hounds to bring back wild boar as well as the other kinds of wild game.

The Merchants are setting out their ware's all around the city, soon the market place's will opened. The Farmer's market is coming at the end of the week. The city is soon alive with the sounds of a very busy and productive day.

(~*~)

In the palace there are two occupants who have yet to stir. They're curled around each other sleeping peacefully. Worn out from their earlier activities. Even when the sun shine on them they don't wake. Fingolfin snuggled deeper into Turgon's chest, burying his face. Turgon throw's his arm over his eyes and turns his head away from the blinding light. Father and son continue to sleep nestled together. It isn't till four and a half hours later when Tur stirs. Stretching he yawned, then rubbing the sleep out of his eyes Turgon yawned again. He is still tired and doesn't want to get up. Smiling contentedly he let his hands to fall and when one lands on a shoulder that is not his, his eyes widen.

'What the hell?' Turgon thought as he looked at the head on his chest 'Why am I in my father's bed?' Panic flared in him as he tried to figure out what happened. 'Oh I don't remember a thing that happened last night. Oh by the Vala my head hurts...I think I'm going to be sick,' with that thought he pushed his father's head off his chest and bolted to the bathroom.

When he came out Fingolfin was sitting up in bed and Turgon could see that like him his father was naked. 'Oh man, oh man, oh man' Tur thought as he pulled on his hair.

Yawning Fin looked up blinking sleepily at his son and said "Morning."

Tur started and looked over and said eloquently "huh."

Fingolfin smiled at his son and pushed himself up he walked over to him. "Morning my beloved," he replied placing his hands on Tur's waist. Blushing Tur to a step back so his father's hands fell to his side and looked quickly away, embarrassed with himself for openingly staring at his father.

"Turgon," Fin purred and wrapped his arms around his son, who hadn't noticed his father stepping close again. Laying his head on his son's shoulder Fin sighed. 'Oh no, oh no, oh no. No, no, no, no,' Turgon who is now beyond panicking, unwound his father's arms from his waist and ran. Grabbing his clothes as he went, yanking his pants on in the process (doing this wierd hop as he did) and bolted out the door.

"Turgon wait," Fingolfin ran after his middle son, but by the time he got to the door Turgon was gone. Standing there in all his naked glory Fin started to cry, tears slid down his cheeks. Servants who passed by minded their own business and didn't look at the High King for that was a no, no. In his heart Fin knew this would happen, but he loved his son for so long he just thought that...urgh it doesn't matter what he thought, Fingolfin wont see his son any time soon. The tears flowed freely down his cheeks as he slowly turned away and walked back into his room the door closing behind him. Fingolfin threw himself on his bed and cried into a pillow.

(~*~)

The King had loved his son more than he should for a long time since Aman actually. Where he was pretty sure his love for his son would diffidently not be allowed. So he kept it hidden, but last night when he came across his son drunk and talking to the wall as if it was Fingon, it all changed. Burying his face in the pillow he remembered what happened.

This was the first time Fin has ever seen his son drunk and it worried him. He walked over to him and taking Trugon's arm placed it around his neck. Then wrapping his own arm around his son's waist, Fingolfin pulled his son up.

"Come my son, let's get you to your room," Fin said. Turgon's head lolled to one side and he was still babbling nonsense to Fingon who isn't there. Fin frowned at some of the stuff coming out of his son's mouth. A lot of this he has never heard about. Like his eldest going off and mud wrestling with Maedhros and some other things. He'll have to deal with later, now his first priority is Turgon. Who was looking at him with lust filled eyes. Fingolfin frowned trying to figure out why his son was looking at him like that when Turgon spun suddenly so now they're face to face and kissed him. It was sloppy and wet which was expected cause he's drunk.

Shocked Fingolfin placed his hands on Tur's shoulders intent on pushing him away. So he can tell him 'he should lie down and rest. To sober up before he does something he'll regret,' but he doesn't get a chance to say anything. Because before he could Turgon had found a sensitive spot on his neck after kissing his way there. He was nibbling on it and running his tongue over it which sent shivers down Fin's spine. All thought of objecting flew out of the King's mind as he gripped his middle son's shoulders and moaned.

The next thing Fingolfin knew he was in his son's arms and being carried to the nearest bedroom which ironically was his. Soon he was deposited on the bed with Turgon on top of him kissing him passionately. He responded just as exuberantly. Fingolfin slid his hands into Turgon's hair and chased his tongue. Turgon soon claimed dominance and ripped his father's shirt off. He licked his lips before he covered one of Fin's nipples. The King moaned at what his son was doing to him. This was better than what he had pictured it would be like. Turgon's one hand which wasn't occupied was making its way down to the leggings to...

A knock on the door jolted Fingolfin out of his thoughts. Pushing himself up Fin wiped the tears away and asked "Who is it?" Trying to keep the fact that he been crying out of his voice and the fact that he's aroused by his thought's. Thinking about something disgusting Fin shuddered, he was relieved to see it go down. 'Well,' he thought 'it probably wont be coming up again.' (He thought of his older brother Feanor getting it on with a balrog).

"It is Fingon, my King," Fingon answered.

Getting up Fin put on a robe and walked over to the wash basin by the bed and splashed water on his face trying to hide any remnants of his tears. When he deemed himself presentable he called "enter." The door opened and in walked the crown prince, his eldest.

"Ada," Fingon uttered as soon as the door closed. He stepped up to his father and wrapped his arms around him in a hug. "What is wrong?" his report can wait for a bit. Fingolfin hugged his son back and kissed him on the cheek as he released him. Walking to the window Fin sighed, wrapping the robe around him tighter he looked out the window. He stayed silent for this was between him and Turgon.

"Father?" Fingon asked concern lacing his voice taking a step towards his father. Fingolfin shook his head.

"It's nothing Fingon," he answered "Now is there something you wanted?"

Frowning at his father's odd behaviour Fingon dropped the subject and replied "Yes, yes there was. The patrol came back with news from The realm of Celegorm and Curufin. Celebrimbor is missing."

Fingolfin's head snapped up so fast that Fingon thought it would come off. He spun around and asked worried, " when did they noticed him gone?"

"Three days ago, father" Fingon answered "Celegorm and Huan are tracking him. Curufin is beside himself with worry. He told the patrol that he was heading out himself as soon as he can he wanted to just run out there with out anything and find his son, but Celegorm convince him that he needed to be prepared. He would be no help to his son if he died in the process of searching for him. Their men told ours to let you know Ada. Well there exact words where 'Tell the High King he is his nephew after all.' They are hope we'll send people out to look for Celebrimbor as well."

"Of course," The King answered his mind already had who he would send. Fin looked at his eldest and asked "will you go my son? You did rescue Maedhros when no one else could." No time to dilly dally Fingolfin knew best to just get to the point for Curufin wont thank him for not acting quickly.

Nodding his head and smiling Fingon answered "As you wish father. I shall get ready and leave right away."

"Oh my beautiful boy," Fingolfin stepped away from the window and pulled Fingon into a brief embrace. Kissing him on his temple he said "Be safe my son."

"I will Ada, I will." returning the hug Fingon bowed and left the room.

"I love you my eldest, my brave one." Fingolfin called after his son.

"I love you too my father, my world." came the reply.

Fingolfin turned back to the window and looked out at the beautiful garden and not seeing any of it. Alone once more the tears came back and were spilling down his cheeks. He knew it, he knew this was going to happen and yet he didn't stop it. Sighing Fin knew in his heart that he couldn't have stopped it, he had wanted his son for so long. Brushing the tears angrily away he left the window (the curtain dropping back into place) and went into the bathroom shutting the door. Standing in front of the mirror He stared at himself. His eyes are all puffy and red, there's saddness in his blue eyes instead of the sparkle that is usually there. He needs to talk to his son, but Fingolfin has a feeling that is going to be easier said than done.

Soon enough a servant knocked on the door and entered at The King's soft reply. Bowing carefully for he was carrying the water. The other buckets were behind him on the floor. The other two servants had left them there. He drew a bath for the King and then left closing the door behind him. The servant did notice the King was sad but it is none of his business why. One of the rules for working at the palace is 'what you see or hear pertaining to the royal family you take to your grave.'

As soon as the servant had left Fin walked up to the bath and stepped in the robe fell to the floor. 'A good long soak should do wonders' he hoped. This is going to be along day. He will have to see his eldest off, he has a meeting, and a mess of other things. Being King is not it is all it's cracked up to be.

(~*~)

Meanwhile...

Turgon ran all the way to his room, ignoring all he passed. As soon as he was through the door he flung himself on his bed (his clothes falling to the floor) "what have I a done?" Turgon groaned, "it must not happen again." As he laid there Tur vowed he would never touch another drop of wine again.

Oh if only that was true...