Strange Love

BY : Dragonlover1986
Category: -Multi-Age > Threesomes/Moresomes
Dragon prints: 4711
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Category: Lord of the Rings
Rating: R
Couples: Elrond/?, Elladan/Elrohir/? & Glorfindel/Erestor
Warnings: Major (Tw)incest, AU, Blood, Angst, Torture, implied Rape & My First fic with explicit Sex
Chapter: 1
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien, Plot © by me

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The rain was cold. But something was even colder. Elrond stood on the balcony of his office, praying for his sons’ safe return… again. A shiver ran down his spine, but only partly because of the cold of the weather. It ran also because of the cold his sons radiated whenever he saw them. He had tried so often to warm them, but with no avail. Their mother’s broken body staid in their memory and froze their hearts. Years had past since she sailed, but not the feeling it had given them. The feeling of helplessness, the feeling of guild. He knew it were those feelings that drove them to hunt for orcs, yet he could not help them. They clung to those feelings, even after Celebrian had tried to tell them she did not blame them. Even after he had tried to persuade them. They rarely where at home now and if they where, they where cold and distant. It had been ages since they last laughed and even longer since they had made merry.
“Elrond?” Glorfindel touched his friend’s shoulder. “You should come inside. You could get sick if you stay out here longer.”
The shoulders of the dark-haired elf slumped forward. He looked broken. “I know Glor, but at least when I’m sick I can imagine that they stay. That they care…”
“Oh, Elrond…” Glorfindel pulled him into a tight hug. “Of course they care! They just need time to deal with what has happened. You know that. Now come inside.” He gently removed the soaked robes of his Lord and after rolling him into a fluffy blanket placed him in front of the fire.
“Hannon le, Glorfindel.” Elrond looked up at his Seneschal. “Sometimes you’re the best that could happen to me.”
“Only sometimes?” Glorfindel joined him on the furs. “Elrond, I may remind you I am ALWAYS the best that could happen to you.”
“No, you’re not.” Elrond freed an arm and grabbed a pillow to rest his head on. The arm disappeared inside the warm cocoon again and he continued: “After the first prank of my Ion, You were the worst that could have happened to me.” He smiled weakly. “I wish they would pull it again, just so I would know they are over what happened.”
“Give them time, mellon-nin. They will get over it. Until then, just remember that they love you.”

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Elrond stared out of his window. The rain still poured from the sky. Four months had passed since he had last seen his sons. Of course he had heard the rumors, rumors whispered in silent corners of the last Homely House. Apparently they had overrun a large settlement of orcs in the Misty Mountains and had slaughtered everything. Now worry nagged at his mind. What if they were wounded? It would be a six days journey to the nearest settlement and four days longer to the nearest Elven settlement. Could they make that journey when one of them was wounded? He would have send Glorfindel to meet them and – if necessary – to aid them, but Glorfindel had taken the week of to fully enjoy his honeymoon. As had Erestor, forced by a husband who had every intent to enjoy his ‘License-to-make-love-all-day-long’ as said husband had put it. And he really used it. No one had seen them for days.
Elrond sighed and turned his attentions on the letter before him again. It was from Galadriel and she had asked if he could come for a visit. He truly wondered why for nothing important had happened and but an half year ago there had been a meeting of the White Council. She never needed to see him that often. Maybe she was still upset about what happened to Celebrian? He sighed again and started to write an answer.

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“I’m not sure you should go with such a small escort, Elrond.” Glorfindel and Erestor had emerged from their rooms at the end of the week and both now were in Elrond’s office trying to persuade him to take more gaurds with him.
“Fifteen should be enough and I can defend myself.” Elrond looked at his longtime friends.
“We know that, but the orc activity has increased. We merely worry for you.” Erestor laid his hand on his Lord’s arm.
“Erestor is right. The mountain passes are infested with orcs, not to mention there have been trollsightings.” Glorfindel paced up and down the study. “If you don’t want more guards at least take more archers with you.”
Elrond sighed and nodded. He really was not in the mood for arguments.

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And so the lord of Rivendell was off with seventeen guards, not forseeing a terrible recurrence of the past.


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