Hello. Again. It's me...not much to say-Erestor has a moment (GET YOURSELVES SAFE) Elrond has a moment...poor Elrond. Estel cuteness. SEXY TIMES. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. It's not seriously adult yet but there are some references, and Erestor and Elrond have some fun...so...yes. ADULTISH. :D Tolkien owns it, not me ENJOY!
Elrond held him in place thought it wasn't necessary because Erestor didn't move, didn't struggle, didn't even kiss back really-but he didn't pull away or fight. When Elrond pulled away at last Erestor looked up at him through thick, wet lashes and pulled his wrists gently out of Elrond's grip.
"You kissed me" He muttered quietly.
Elrond lifted a brow and nodded "I did" he replied softly.
"Why?" Erestor asked quietly, in a voice shaking with heavily restrained and hidden emotions.
"Because" Elrond paused to think for a moment. His first instinct was to say something flower and poetic, but he didn't want any more compounded lies between them, so he put away his extreme concern and let his own emotions out from under the iron clad control he held over his own self.
Reaching up he laid a hand on Erestor's chest, stroking upwards to cup the side of his slender neck, brushing his thumb lovingly over the beautiful elf's cheek bone. "All I have wanted to do, with mounting desire, for years, is to kiss you, hold you, take you, have you" He said, when he reached his list he moved in and kissed along his neck toward his ear, pressing a kiss between each item on said list.
"To warm your icy hands" he said, giving one hand a gentle squeeze with his free hand, "To moisten your," he paused again and gave a very deliberate lick up the entire outer shell of Erestor's pointed ear "Your endlessly dry lips" he purred in his ear, feeling deep satisfaction at the soft groan he rent from Erestor's throat. Elrond dropped Erestor's hand and reached out for his hip, pulling the smaller councillor hard against his body, he couldn't help but smile as thin and shaking hands pressed palms flat, against his chest, one stroking ever so slightly up and down in encouragement.
Elrond looked down into brown eyes as he kissed back up towards his lips, pressing two kisses to the underside of his jaw, making his slow way back up towards his lips, he yanked Erestor flush against his body and then lifted the small councillor right off the ground, slamming their mouths together he took the three steps back across the office to lay Erestor across his desk.
Erestor hit back-first and gasped sharply for his breath as Elrond leaned over top of him, hands roaming all over his chest, from his hips back to his hair, he pressed ever so slightly, and ERestor was shocked to see this rough, sexual side of Elrond that the councillor would never have imagined in his lord.
Once again his thoughts ground to a halt as Elrond thrust his tongue into Erestor's mouth for the first time, though this time the gasp came from the elf lord-not Erestor, because Elrond was shocked to find that Erestor was even cold inside his mouth, his tongue was icy and strangely dry. Though the taste of the berry tea that Erestor drank almost to excess was undeniable.
At last, at long last, Erestor kissed him back as best he could, this, the second kiss of his entire life was exceedingly odd but endlessly pleasurable. He had always been fond of his lord, but he never imagined that these sorts of thoughts and feelings could be a reality for him, especially for his Lord, but they were very real. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do with his hands, so he left them on Elrond's chest, still and unmoving, he was too afraid and worried to move lest Elrond think him too demanding and greedy. He shocked himself out of his thoughts again by groaning aloud once more as Elrond moved back to his neck.
The half-elf pressed heated open mouthed kisses against the column of Erestor's neck and the darkling thought he was going mad with the heated tingles flying through his entire body, centring between his legs stoking a bonfire deep within him that he never in his life could have imagined. Unconsciously his fingers fisted and knotted in Elrond's pale blue/grey robe, and he tilted his head to the side, nervously resting his forehead against his companion's shoulder, to give Elrond as much access to his neck as possible.
Elrond thoroughly ravished Erestor's mouth until it was warm and he was sure that he would taste Erestor for the rest of his life. Once they were comfortably braced on the desk, he moved to taste the snow white flesh he had so long coveted. A smile curved his lips as Erestor began to more openly respond to him.
He kissed downwards until he ran out of flesh on his neck and reached for the neck of his robes with slow and gentle fingers.
But Erestor felt panic in his chest-Elrond had been upset at the show on his arms, then what in the name of Mordor would Elrond think of his chest? Never mind his legs...He pushed his hands, hard, against Elrond's chest, shoving the half elf off of him, without giving pause to say anything he fled from the office as fast as he could.
Elrond was too shocked and worried to go after him, and so from his place near the door to his own office where he had ended up he watched ERestor fumble frantically wtih the lock and then ultimately run down the hall. "what have I done?" the stricken half-elf said aloud to himself, and then hung his head in shame.
Erestor ran all the way to his rooms and threw himself onto his bed, curling his knees to his chest he began to sob anew-all of the emotions of the evening attacking him all at once. His agony over his discovery, the thrill of Elrond's admission, the delicious pleasures that had swum all through his body. He pressed finger tips to his lips as he remembered the feeling of Elrond's mouth against his own, how wonderful it had felt to have Elrond in his mouth, hands on his body, lips on his neck, the soft feeling of the tip of Elrond's besieging tongue...it was all so much, and he knew it would all be shattered if Elrond ever found out how ugly he truly was.
Elrond for his part went into his own office for an hour, berating himself for being so forward with Erestor, perhaps he'd been too demanding, or too rough. But the councillor brought out a desperate, urgent side of him, he wanted him so very badly that it became near impossible to rein in his desires when Erestor was so vulnerable and so open to him. Which was of course the part that baffled him the most. Unknowingly mimicking Erestor he reached up and pressed his fingers to his lips as he tasted the tea that Erestor favoured above every other drink. He stroked his gentle fingers over his own bottom lip as he hang onto the feeling of Erestor against his mouth, the cold flesh under his lips, the thrumming of his neck vein underneath Elrond's over heated tongue. "Damn it" he murmured to himself, rubbing the palm of his hand over the surface of his own desk only added to his mental anguish and he pushed himself to his feet. With a hefty sigh he smoothed his long dark hair, his soft coloured robes and squared his shoulders, he knew that Erestor would never want to talk about it, probably ever again, so he returned to his family on the lawn with a fake smile plastered in place, as a certain misery overtook his own mind-all he could do was hope to the Gods that at least Erestor would want to at least return things to the way they had been.
All night long Elrond didn't see his councillor, and all night long Erestor stayed in his bedroom and alternated between staring off into silence, trying to work, and crying with confusion and hurt. Part of his mind was convinced that this was Elrond's pity, but part of him wondered if it was true. That part of his mind gradually won out as he replayed every touch, every kiss and every movement in his mind. Elrond was so passionate and Elebreth was he strong. Erestor clutched a pillow to his chest and buried his face in it as he recalled the coiling of Elrond's muscles as the half-elf had picked him up. He hugged the pillow tightly as he remembered the cut of his abs and pectorals under his fingers as he clutched to his chest. Those smooth warm hands on his neck, in his hair, over his arms. "Ugh" he said out loud and stood up throwing his pillow onto his bed he paced the room.
The dark voice had nothing to say but a weak argument about how Erestor was too ugly and mutilated to ever be truly attractive. Chewing on his lower lip he undid the buttons to his robe, pulling it off he let down his hair and tied it up in a loose tail as he reluctantly moved to stand in front of his mirror, examining what he saw. His pale chest showed his sternum and his collar bones stuck out, there were small gaps between his ribs, his thin arms also showed his bones, not enough to be deadly or disgusting, but his thinness was rather prominent. He blinked sunken brown eyes at himself, looking at the criss-crossing network of scars and wounds across his chest, the writing on his stomach and lower chest glimmered in white ridges. The patch he'd once carved out of his shoulder the worst of anything, the scars that disappeared under the thin black breeches he wore under his robes down his prominent hip bones, which he knew continued down his thighs. He sighed heavily as he brushed a finger along one large pink scar and shuddered as goosebumps broke out across his flesh-he wondered half idly what it would feel like if Elrond traced the same path. His tongue flashed out and licked his still kiss-swollen lips as he traced the path again-suddenly aware of what he was doing he yanked his hand back and picked up an overly large sleeping shirt, jamming it on he tugged it down and cleared his throat, stomping back to his bed he picked up an old history book and threw himself onto his bed determined to put these silly fantasies out of his head once and for all. But what if Elrond really had meant everything he had said and done...the elf lord had started everything. He had spoken with such passion and surety, he had been so demanding and rough in such the right way, his strength and dominance and completely eliminated any place the dark voice had had in that place, in regards to those things, those feelings. He bit down on his bottom lip as he recalled Elrond`s grip on his wrists, glancing down he saw very light bruises on both, in the perfect shape of Elrond`s fingers.
Instead of being indignant and irritated at the marks a tiny smile took his lips and he chewed a little harder on the lower one. Now it wasn`t a lie. The voice couldn`t tell him it had never happened...Elrond truly wanted him, wanted him badly enough to risk hurting him. He licked his lips and sighed softly as he shook his head and tried to refocus on his book. What would Elrond think of him for just leaving like that, walking out without a word of explanation, without a single polite comment or excuse. Suddenly a huge thrill of guilt and horror filtered down his spine as he realized the true extent of what he had done. Squeezing his eyes shut he stood up, abandoning his book and went into his sitting room, lifting up the couch cushion, dwindling as fast as blinking his eyes into the dark tunnel of guilt, he picked up the dagger he kept there and walked mechanically back to his bedroom. He sunk into the corner, back against the wall and drew his leg up, pulling his pant leg up he carved Elrond's name into his leg, desperately wishing he could be a different person, or curl up and die on the spot.
Elrond spent the night with Galadriel and Celeborn, talking about history and the upcoming council meetings. He did everything he could in the world to distract himself from the disaster in Erestor's office. He was mildly concerned that his councillor was going to do something detrimental to himself, but he didn't think that Erestor would want to see him again, at least so soon. So he did his best to simply hope and pray that his lover...his friend, would pull through as he always did somehow.
The night was among the longest of his life and he surprised himself that when he got back to his rooms he almost immediately fell asleep.
He woke the next morning from a hellish nightmare, involving finding Erestor's bloodless body, all but eviscerated on the floor. His breath came quick and frightened and he gulped thickly. He rose feeling tired and confused, worried and desperate. Dressed as quickly as he could and headed down the hallway, throwing out a casual smile at anyone who waved or said anything to him he went into his office and waited the longest 4 seconds of his life before he shouldered into Erestor's office, "Erestor we should really..." he began but froze, to find the office empty.
"Oh good lord" he all but whimpered and then he turned around and ran out of his office. walking quickly down the hall he went into the breakfast room and smiled at his family. Sitting down he pressed a hand to Estel's shoulder as he sat down himself he looked around his family. "Good morning" he said with a soft smile.
"Mornin' Ada!" Estel called out bright and happy as he chomped on a piece of toast.
"Ada, What're you looking so wild eyed at?" Elladan called out softly, Elrohir smiled softly and waved around his mouthful of porridge.
Galadriel smiled brightly and sipped her juice as Celeborn nodded his head in politeness. "What are your plans today?" the golden elf lord asked warmly.
"I am not sure, I think I will spend the day reading and resting, I have not had a day off in a while" Elrond said, and Celeborn snorted in agreement.
"That sounds like a really good idea" he said with a soft smile.
After breakfast Elrond went to the little sitting room, just off his office, too terrified to do much else he didn't want his panic to bleed through to anyone else-but he had yet to see Erestor and he knew that he wouldn't find the quiet councillor until he was ready...or until the smell invaded his life. He clamped his eyes shut and took a long deep breath, letting it out he sighed heavily and selected one of his favourite old books he sat down in his overstuffed chair and curled his legs up underneath him, losing himself as best he could in the story.
Erestor for his part rose in the morning and chose one of his more faded robes, selecting his history book he pulled his hair back into its tight braid and exited out his patio doors heading on swift feet towards the gardens, desperate for some fresh air and fresh scenery. He wanted to avoid his office and the accompanying memories that went with it as long as possible. Finding a secluded spot he sat down on the ground and hugged himself tightly before he set to work reading.
He kept getting distracted as his treacherous brain kept asking what Elrond was doing, where he was, what he was feeling, what he was thinking. He looked up from his book and gazed off into space, wondering what would happen if he went to find him-he never would, but he wondered what would happen if he did. A tiny smile took his lips as he bypassed the darkness in his mind and dared to dream for just a moment. He imagined going right up to Elrond, climbing into his lap, pressing his whole body against his lord, and letting Elrond have his way with him. Or even better! Throwing himself into Elrond's bed, devoid of clothing of course, waiting for Elrond to come back, when he would find him he would be shocked of course, what a terrible licentious thing for a councillor to do, but his sacrificial posture would surely do as forgiveness for running out on him so quickly. He sighed softly as he imagined how Elrond would have him, probably in the same rough and gentle way as..."'Restor?" the voice broke through and Erestor's gaze came back to reality, a blush took his cheeks and he cleared his throat. Estel's little face loomed in his vision and he cleared his throat again.
"Estel" He said, and cleared his throat one more time closing his book and putting it in a relatively strategic place in his lap.
"Morning, Erestor, why weren't you at breakfast?" He asked as he plopped down on the ground next to him.
"I was not hungry" came the simple reply.
"Oh. ...why?" Estel asked, gently. He didn't think Erestor had eaten dinner the night before, so why wouldn't he be hungry?
"Because I simply was not...my mind was elsewhere" he said softly.
"I noticed! But you were smilin'! So was it a good elsewhere?" the little boy asked, in an excited hopeful whisper.
Erestor couldn't help but smile as his thoughts quickly returned to Elrond briefly "well sort of" he replied in the same shortened tone.
"Sort of? Why sort of?" he asked, in the way so irritatingly typical in children.
"Well, because while it was definitely a good thought, it could also have a very negative outcome, so I am afraid to think of the good outcome while being threatened with the thoughts of a negative one" he said softly
"oh...well...how does that even work?" Estel asked, confused and concerned.
"Well..." he broke off with a sigh.
"It works when it is all in regards to love" Erestor finally said, after Estel patiently looked at h im for long minutes, waiting for his intelligent tutor to explain further, it was his job after all and Estel would only persist until he was told.
"Love...oh! You have a girlfriend but you're afraid she'll be mad at you! Is that part of why you hurt yourself? 'cos she's super mean to you? That's mean, you should tell Ada, I am sure Ada would be able to help you." Estel babbled and Erestor blushed as all sorts of curious and insidious thoughts infected his mind. Why yes, yes, Elrond would be able to help him...
He opened his mouth to reply and for the third time in the course of less than that many days, his conversation with Estel was interrupted by a member of the royal family. "Estel, why is it you can always find Erestor and bother him while he's laying on the floor?" Elrohir asked gently.
Erestor shrugged his shoulders "He was not bothering me" Erestor said, suddenly wishing he could gag Estel as the little boy grinned conspiratorially up at his older brothers as Elladan joined his brother behind the tree.
"What are you grinning at little one?" Elrohir asked, as the two older boys flopped down in a little triangle around Erestor.
"'cos I know sommat you don't know" Estel sing songed at his brothers, smirking widely.
"Something, Estel, the word is something, and you most certainly do not" Erestor lectured sharply, hoping to instil some sort of silence in the little boy.
But Estel was proud and smug that this little secret did not fall under what he had promised Erestor he wouldn't tell so he just continued to smirk, as Elrohir turned to him with a raised eyebrow and Elladan grinned lightly. "Really now? What sort of sommat do you know?" he asked, excitedly.
"Oh...just you know, sommat, that's kind of fun and sweet" Estel said teasingly.
"Come on Estel! You now have to tell us" Elladan said, a soft pout playing his lips.
Elrohir nodded, "Share with your brothers! We can help you with your secret, to appreciate it and enjoy it greatly" he said
"Ok...ready?": Estel said with a grin as Erestor bowed his head, preparing for yet more teasing and hard times.
"Yes!" The older two echoed together and Estel grinned bright.
" 'Restor has a girlfriend!" he squealed lightly, clapping his little hands.
Both of the older two looked at him with shocked expressions on their faces. "A girlfriend? A lover? Erestor! Really! You've defrosted your loins long enough to use them?" Elrohir teased, with a gentle punch to the shoulder.
"Do you even remember how it's done my friend?" Elladan said, laughing lightly.
"I thought you didn't appreciate the female form? At least that is what I thought I had heard, but again...maybe it's been so long you've changed teams" Elrohir pinged back.
Erestor sighed and forced a warm smile to his face, rolling his eyes and blinking away his tears as best he could. "The imaginations of little boys" he said, rolling his eyes as the older two got up, upon hearing the approach of some of their friends across the way.
"You really do know how to invent stories Estel" Elrohir said as they left quickly to catch up to said friends.
Estel frowned "I don't know why they're so mean to you Erestor" Estel said quietly, looking at his small hands guiltily.
"I would never want to make you feel extra badly, I thought they'd be happy for you the same as me...I'm sorry for being mean Erestor" he said quietly.
Erestor smiled softly and reached out, stroking two fingers across Estel's cheek "You wouldn't do it on purpose Estel, and they are not being mean little one, in their world, and in their minds, as in most peoples, it is only a joke. A friendly, silly camaraderie that should bond us closer together. Your brothers would never understand that it hurts me at all, they cannot imagine how those words would be painful at all" he lectured gently.
Estel noddedhis head, and they sat in quiet companionship for a few moments before Estel spoke. "Well, if you like this girl then I think you should probably say something to her, even if you're scared. I mean, you're already hurt and sad and stuff right? You're already scared of what she might say to you or do to you...so really, asking her can't really make things bad or worse-and if she likes you back, then maybe she can try and help you be happy." Estel said softly.
Erestor smiled at him sadly, once again Estel had seen and comprehended something that he would never have expected from him. "But it's really not that simple" Erestor said, gazing off into space for a few moments.
"Why?" Estel asked, predictably.
"Because sometimes adults..." he broke off, this was really something Elrond should be telling him...Elrond...damn it, he'd gone at least 3 minutes without thinking of the half-elf.
"Ooooh, you mean the things you do alone in the bedroom to make babies?" Estel asked gently.
Erestor cleared his throat and blushed. "well..." he trailed off and shrugged, weak, he knew but he really didn't want to discuss it.
"Are you worried about what you'll do?" Estel asked, confused.
"No...not really...I just...well my secret is difficult to explain" Erestor managed, again, knowing if he didn't provide the little boy with some information he would continue to ask until he got some.
"Oooh, I guess so huh? no one knows about your bleeding, and they might not promise not to tell so you can't really tell anyone because you don't want to have them catch you at it." Estel babbled.
Erestor cleared his throat one more time and nodded his head. There was silence between them again and he looked up as Estel hugged his arm tightly and stood up "I still think you should tell her, because once you tell her that you like her, she just might likle you enough to try and help, and maybe she can understand once you give her enough time to get to like you. It's only wounds...she might think of you like some kind of warrior...they get girls all the time...so you should at least give her a chance to try and like you, even though you do this stuff...you should at least let her try" he repeated, with absolutely no idea of the significance and weight of the statements he had made to Erestor, he pressed a sloppy kiss to the elf's cheek and ran away after his brothers.
Erestor sat there for a long moment and then stood, abandoning his book in the grass under the tree he walked on terrified, nervous legs towards Elrond's office. He knocked once and waited for some sort of hail, hoping against hope that Elrond was actually in there, he let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding in when he heard a distracted call to 'Enter' in Elrond's deep and enchanting voice.
He gulped thickly, filled from head to toe with dread as he pushed open the door and walked in. He froze on the doorstep, locking the door without looking behind him, watching Elrond the whole time. The half elf glanced up from his book, distracted, and then his head snapped up as he fully acknowledged who precisely, was in his office.
"Erestor" he gasped and leapt to his feet. Grey eyes shaded with emotion he moved to speak, to apologize, to beg, anything but Erestor shook his head ever so slightly.
"Again" the councillor said, in that dark and desperate voice, this time not tinted with the sharp emotional turmoil of the night before.
Elrond's brows knit together and he narrowed his eyes ever so slightly.
"Again" Erestor repeated softly, his hands shook slightly but he gulped and reared his chin.
Elrond took in a long deep breath, assured of Erestor's meaning he took four steps across the carpet and grabbed Erestor around the waist, yanking him hard against his body he kissed him once again, deeply, passionately. He shoved his tongue deeply into Erestor's mouth and knotted his fists in the baggy black robes, he shoved him backwards into the chair and kneeled on either side of his hips, effectively pinning him in place.
Erestor's kisses were sloppy, clumsy fumblings at first but Elrond taught him and guided him until the councillor fell into his rhythm. He ravished and tasted his whole mouth and his hands wandered freely over Erestor's chest and stomach. After an eternity Elrond moved from Erestor's mouth and yet again took his neck, instead of simple kisses he began to nip and nibble, using his teeth to rouse Erestor beyond anything the scholar had ever dreamed possible. He could only clutch at Elrond's shoulders he did his best to pretend he wasn't there, not wanting to push or upset the tall lord.
At last Elrond forced himself away, breaking off with gentle, sealing kisses he took Erestor's lips several more times and snuggled into the chair next to him as best he could. "Why?" he asked gently, after a long moment of stroking Erestor's face lovingly.
"I...don't know...I just...I was scared last night and I...I have been so alone...for so long, and I've...I've never." he whispered quietly, not sure of how to admit the truth.
"It is alright Erestor, I can tell" Elrond said, immediately aware that it was the wrong thing to say.
Erestor stiffened up and nodded his head once "Forgive me I will try to..." but Elrond cut him off, fingers curling in his hair.
"No. Erestor. Please. I know you have suffered in this way of thinking for a great deal of time so I cannot simply change it with my own words and assurances. And I apologize to you for not watching my words more carefully, But please" His fingers curled around the back of his neck and tightened ever so slightly. Not painfully but with a desperate urgency.
"Please do not apologize. IN the silence of these rooms, and the darkness of our privacy, I want you to let everything and anything go, if you have to cry or scream or yell or be angry or sad...Then you do it. I will always be here for you. In this silent room, together, you will never have to hide from me again" Elrond spoke in his low voice, laced with passion and dripping with urgency and honesty.
Erestor gulped lightly and wiped a few tears from his eyes. "I will do my utmost to hold to that, if you make me a promise of your own" Erestor said softly. He bore up all his courage and reached out to grasp Elrond's warm, smooth hand in his own-he twined their fingers together he squeezed gently, resting his face against Elrond's warm shoulder he leaned up and pressed a soft, nervous kiss to his cheek.
"Promise me that you will never restrain yourself out of fear for me. I may be fragile but I can assure you I am very capable of saying no if I cannot handle anything. I would n ever want you to change anything about yourself or your desires because you fear my reaction. I will say no when I cannot handle some thing, but your advanced experience, and long nurtured desires dictate that you are the practical leader. Your caring nature and willingness to concede indicates to me that you very well..." Erstor continued but Elrond didn't hear most of it. He watched him speak, amused, astonished and falling ever deeper in love. He watched his face as he laid out his case, his deep brown eyes, his demeanour, his intelligence and capability glowed within him. And as he spoke he was entirely shocked at how beautiful and wonderful Erestor still existed in his full and honest condition, underneath the tarnished exterior that grasped him in his grief.
"Do you promise?" Erestor finished, by asking solemnly and with a touch of the steely tone he usually reserved for the council chambers.
"I would not want to hurt you" Elrond said in a careful tone, goading Erestor on purpose in an attempt to bring out the churlish councillor he so desperately wanted to love.
When he next spoke, walking the border between the new curious, frightened, desirous, councillor he was coming to love, and the fake and cold councillor that he had once known. Erestor once again drew all his courage to him and turned in his seat, pressing himself shyly against Erestor, drawing a deep, sexual groan from Elrond's desperate throat. "There will be nothing you can do to stop yourself from hurting me at times, but in this dark silence, in our private quiet, in which I give you freely all my trust, all my soul, everything I have. You can and must only be yourself, and if you do hurt me, then here, in this dark, and in this silence, you can heal me in whatever way you think is best" he said, in a voice full of determination, and nervous curiosity.
Elrond growled again and rubbed against him, wrapping arms around his waist he pulled him, hard against his chest and pressed his lips against Erestor's again, this time the councillor pushed back with more energy than he had before, winding arms around Elrond' shoulders, he ended up in his lap, facing him, while Elrond slid hands over his whole body this time-the sides of his thighs, up his back, down his chest, over his hips, he kept his hand neatly above his waist line, instinctively knowing that Erestor wasn't ready for that just yet.
He tore from his mouth at random intervals to utterly devour his neck, along his jaw, both ears. This time, Erestor surrendered, and the sounds that he was renting from Erestor's lips drove the half-elf wild. A particularly wanton moan caused another growl from Elrond's throat and since he had long undone the long dark hair of his companion, he threaded his fingers through it and yanked hard, pulling Erestor's beautiful head back, exposing his throat, Elrond bit it a little more roughly then before and Erestor's lips parted in a soft groan, fingers spasming in the shoulder of Elrond's robe.
"Elrond" he gasped quietly, his breath coming in short, desperate spurts he gulped thickly, trying to make sense of his thoughts.
"Erestor" Elrond growled in his ear, grip still tight on his hair, he pulled his head sideways and moved in to attack his hear-when a knock sounded at the door.
"Elrond? Still reading?" Celeborn's voice sounded through the door and Erestor's eyes widened as he leapt off Elrond's lap and fell unceremoniously on the floor. Elrond looked at him and his own eyes widened in shock, neither man was ready for the world to know of their relationship.
Erestor scrambled to his feet and tried to re-braid his hair on quick fingers as Celeborn tried the door knob, it rattled in its lock and Elrond cursed silently as he straightened in his chair and tugged his robes to cover the more then obvious area between his legs. "Not really" he called through.
"Ah, well I was wondering if I could discuss something with you" the other lord called back.
"Ah..yes...well...jsut give me a moment" Elrond said and stood up rolling his shoulders, he shot a look at Erestor who scooped up Elrond's forgotten book and made a desperate attempt to make it look like he was leafing disinterestedly through it.
When he had stalled the other lord as long as he could, and Erestor was seemingly occupied innocently in the corner-Condemn all the gods in the world for Erestor was damned irresistible when he was being coy and innocent-Elrond shook his head to rid himself of that thought as he unlocked and pulled open the door to admit Celeborn.
Erestor looked up briefly from his book, his mind wondering over the wonderful morning he'd been having...and though the darkness lurked at the edges of his being he couldn't help but feel a soft thrill of happiness, of joy, and excitement. Maybe his silence wouldn't have to imprison him with his imperfections alone anymore...