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Title: Falling
into Temptation.
Chapter
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Author:
Celebrian.
E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com
Web page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Celebrianlotrsfanfiction
Pairing:
Elrohir/ Glorfindel
Rating: PG
13
Summary: After a cruel argument with Elladan,
Elrohir�s secret feelings for Glorfindel are revealed, in the attempt to avoid
the shame, he tries to escape to Loth
L�rien finding himself caught in the middle of a snowstorm.
Disclaimer:
I don�t own them :o( But they all live in my mind.
Warnings: Will become NC17. A very ancient being is
tempted by a very young one. If the age issues bother you stop here�
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: Pen-neth: Young
one. // Lirimaer: Lovely one.
// Lasbelin* :
Autumn. (name of Elrohir�s horse)
One of my betas made an allusion to the time terms used in this story.
Hours minutes or seconds� I suppose
elves had some kind of clock to calculate their time. Probably a sun clock ?�
Feedback: Please, Please! I beg of you.

Special Thanks
to my Wonderful Betas Emerald and Elaine.

Elrohir was
nearing the border of Imladris. A few more leagues and he would be able to find
the main road.
This was an
unsafe path for an elf to ride during the daylight, but at night the danger was
even worse. Perils increased greatly when a traveller wandered alone.
Elrohir had
never been away by himself, usually Elladan accompanied him, or Glorfindel, or
even Erestor, sometimes. The young elf
let a sigh escape his lips with a mockery of a smile lingering for a moment on
them, as he remembered what had brought him to this situation� to this dark,
lugubrious road in which the foliage barely allowed Ithil to illuminate his
way.
Once more
Elrohir sighed and tried, in vain, to concentrate in the sounds of his
surroundings.

* * * * * * * *

�Elladan�
Where were you? I have been looking for you!�
�You missed
me already? I only left for a couple of hours�� Mocking his brother�s anxiety.

�You said
you were going to be gone for less than an hour!� Frustrated, Elrohir looked at
Elladan.

�Calm down
Elrohir!� Taking his twin by his arms to shake him out of his tension. �Calm
down�and tell me what has happened.�

�Lindir came
looking for you. Father asked for you to help him with something in the
kitchen��

�Ai! Stop
babbling Elrohir. Spell it out!� Annoyed Elladan stepped back, releasing his
twin�s arms and started to pace from one side of the room to the other.

�You were
supposed to be here Elladan� You were grounded.�

�I am not
a child to be GROUNDED. I am 41 years
old!� speeding up his pace Elladan looked at Elrohir. �And besides I am
GROUNDED because of a little accident�

�You were
supposed to be in charge of those animals. How could you not notice a wolf
approaching that close?� Shaking his head in denial, the younger twin realised
that he already knew the answer to his own question.
Elladan had
been escaping with his new boyfriend, and usually, took the other elf with him,
whenever they had the opportunity to be alone. And to pasture the sheep was an
excellent opportunity to spend the afternoon in the clearings until the sun
went down. �Forget I asked. I know your
reasons�

�It was an
accident!� Exasperated Elladan threw a cold glance at Elrohir.

�It was
your responsibility!�

�What is
this? Now you are on their side? You
are speaking like them.� Elladan recriminated him, trying to create some guilt
in Elrohir�s mind.

�I am not
on their side. I just think they�� Elrohir�s words faded as he realised that
his brother would differ with him, and he was not going to create the perfect
reason for an argument. �Listen to me. Some hours ago, after Lindir came
looking for you, Father appeared�and you were not here�

�You told
him I was gone?!� outrage showing in Elladan�s face as he assumed his twin�s
disloyalty.

�I told him
I had not seen you.�

�You could
have invented some better excuse��

�I was
nervous� I could not think clearly. You know how father stares at you as if he
is reading your mind.� Elrohir�s eyes followed Elladan pacing nervously across
the big room. �Stay here Elladan. Do as
father says until he is no longer upset with you��

�I can not
live without his kisses Elrohir. I can not spend one day without seeing him.�

�If you
behave like a child, escaping every time you can, Father will continue treating
you like one� He would probably add more days to your penitence, now that he is
aware of your disobedience��

�You envy
me!� Were the only words Elladan could blurt. He knew he was behaving strangely
but he was certainly * NO CHILD *. The fact that Elrohir, laughed at his
words exasperated him more. His face was starting to warm up, giving his
features a reddish tone.

�What are
you saying?!�

Elladan
turned to face the owner of the amused voice standing only a few steps away
from him. � You envy that I had the courage to speak my feelings��

�I will not
argue with you Elladan�� Leaving the room Elrohir announced that Elrond waited
for his older son in his study as soon as he arrived from Elbereth�s knows
where. He reproduced the exact same
words his father had said; to his twin, as he stepped down the main stairs,
which lead him to the library.
Elladan was
following him.

�You are
jealous of me�.�

Locating
his book on one of the desks, Elrohir answered, not paying attention at all. He
would not argue with Elladan. He would
not please him this day. �I am not��

�Because
you are not brave enough��

� I will
not quarrel with you Elladan�� beginning to feel irritated, Elrohir tried to
scan the book in his hands to find the chapter he had last read.

�You are
not brave enough to tell Glorfindel that you love him!� Cruelty tinted the
harsh words leaving Elladan�s mouth. �Then you call ME a child.�

Elrohir
swallowed hard, he could almost hear the sound in his throat �Shut up! Elladan!�� the raised voice
commanded the older twin while Elrohir closed the book he held, staring intently at its brown, leather
cover.

�I saw you.
The way you look at him when he is in the middle of a lecture, the way you
blush when he looks at you, or when somebody mentions his name.� Measuring
Elrohir�s reaction to his words Elladan continued his successful torture. He
would show him WHO was the CHILD in the matters of love. �The way you try to be
near him all the time�� An angry �Shut up!� came from Elrohir�s direction but
Elladan went on. �I SAW you� how you touched yourself and made yourself come
with HIS name on your lips�� a victorious
grin decorated his lips.

With a
sudden move Elrohir came to be in front of his older brother, hitting Elladan�s face with all the strength
he had. He was enraged. Elladan did not think before he threw the corresponding
hit to his brother�s ribs. Punches flew through the air to find their final
destination. The other�s body. And in
the middle of the fight both twins lost their senses of balance, crashing painfully on the stone floor.

For long
minutes they brawled, until strong hands pulled a fuming Elladan off Elrohir�s
body. Elladan was struggling to get free of the firm grip that restrained him
from hitting his twin, who was trying to rise to his feet.

�STOP IT !
ELLADAN!� The one holding Elladan back
said with an authoritative voice. �ENOUGH!�

�Glorfindel
will NEVER notice YOU. You are but a na�ve little boy� A hard shake came from
the one who was still restraining him. Elladan tried urgently to free himself
from the firm grip. Noticing that his struggles were unsuccessful, his eyes
focused on his brother to see him stepping back groggily, as tears ran down his
snow-white, pale cheeks.

�Elrohir��
Glorfindel�s sweetest voice called to the young elf whilst still firmly holding
the other twin. Elladan twisted his head to match the familiar voice he had not
been able to recognise, with the face. Praying to Elbereth that it was not whom
he thought it was.

�Glorfindel��
Elladan mumbled cautiously. But the elder elf did not break eye contact with
his brother who had just stumbled into one of the desks, before turning to run
from the room.

�Elrohir!�
was the last thing Elrohir heard before leaving the house.

Glorfindel calling for him.

* * * * * * * *

A strange
noise brought Elrohir�s attention back to reality.
He was
cold. It was snowing, and in his abrupt
departure Elrohir had not considered the weather, or food, or anything. He had
rushed to the stables, saddled his horse, and left, turning deaf ears to the
warnings of the elf in charge of the stables. * There is going to be a
snowstorm, Lord Elrohir. It is not safe for you to ride. Much less without the
proper clothing�* He was right, the weather was turning worse with the
passing of the seconds, and crossing the clearing ahead did not seem like a
very good idea� The wind, without the
protection of the trees to restrain its ferocity, was at least ten times
crueller than on the road, or even more.
Cursing with frustration, Elrohir checked his possibilities. Going back was out of the question; crossing
the clearing seemed impossible, shivering as he was, Elrohir would fall from
his horse with the first gust of wind that caught him off guard. But, on the other hand, he did not want to
be found. Surely somebody was looking for him by now, and time was too precious
to be wasting it seeking a refuge for the night.
The
blizzard hardly let him see a few steps a head in front of him. * This is useless * He would have to wait till the morning sun
cleared his way.
Elrohir
spotted a big tree with thick foliage. That might help him a little.
Dismounting from his horse, the young elf whispered to him to go find a refuge
for himself.
Elrohir sat
close to the trunk, trying to catch some of its warmth, holding his legs to his
chest and resting his chin on his knees. He closed his eyes, missing the warm
fire of his bedroom.

Hours had
passed, and his body was getting colder, his hands, which had been reddish
pink, were now white and frigid, like the rest of his body. His dark, silky
hair was covered with frost.
* Be
brave Elrohir� The sun must be about to rise�it will warm you up *

But more
time passed and no ray of light came from the sky. How much time? To the frozen
elf it seemed like hours, when actually it had been less than one.
His body
began to stiffen, his eyes could not remain open. He was falling asleep.

The neigh
of a horse forced Elrohir�s heavy eyes to open. Glorfindel the there.

Dismounting
Asfaloth with a swift movement the elder elf quickly approached the younger
one.

Although
one part of Elrohir wanted to jump into his tutor�s arms, to seek the warmth of
his embrace, Elrohir managed to look away.
�Go away�� He could hear himself muttered between chattering teeth. He would have stood, he would have run
away, if he could only control his motions.

Heavy
fabric was placed on his shoulders and pinned at the crook of his neck. The
hood was pulled up to partially cover his face. Glorfindel�s hands cupped Elrohir�s cheeks in them but the
tender touch was painfully rejected when the younger elf pulled away, �Leave me
alone��

With a
sudden movement Elrohir found himself
being carried towards Asfaloth.

�You are
coming with me�� Glorfindel whispered reassuringly to him. And not wanting, nor
finding another way to show his disagreement, Elrohir only sighed deeply.

Glorfindel
sat behind him after rearranging the cape, so Elrohir was as covered as
possible, then he pulled the slender figure to his own body to keep him warmer.
After a few seconds of hesitation, the blond elf could feel Elrohir relaxing
against his chest.

�Lasbelin*
I need to find her��

�She is at
the camp. She is well.�

The arm
holding Elrohir around his waist tightened, preventing him from falling, as
Asfaloth began to march in a steady pace.

Elrohir�s
head snuggled into Glorfindel�s shoulder and, closing his eyes, he fell asleep.

****************************

�Elrohir�wake
up��

The sweet, yet unreadable, whisper said.
Something Elrohir never heard before was behind that voice��Elrohir�� The hand resting on his rib cage moved
gently to wake him.

�I am
awake�

�We are
here.�

Only two
guards came to assist them. One of them took Asfaloth�s reins to lead him to a
dry, warm place. The other led them to their quarters for the night.

Elrohir�s
body was still frozen, he could not feel any part of it, his legs would not
respond and it was impossible to calm the constant shivering. Glorfindel�s strong arms helped him off the
horse and carried the slender body to a small wooden room.
There was a
big fire flickering in the center, a bunk bed next to it. A small table was
accompanied by two wooden benches and a tub full with hot, steaming water that
had been recently prepared.

The elder
elf placed Elrohir on the bedstead and
removed his drenched clothes, his hands working quickly but smoothly.
It was then
that Elrohir realized he was quivering uncontrollably.

�I am
cold�� Elrohir said as the layers that seemed not to warm him before, left him
one by one. His pale upper body was now
naked.

�I know��
was the only response he received.

Glorfindel�s
hands were now unlacing his boots and once they were off, he took Elrohir in
his arms once more and placed him carefully in the scented water.
The cold,
damp body trembled furiously as the hot liquid made contact with his skin. It
was as if a thousand pins were piercing his skin.
Glorfindel�s
hands could barely hold him steady while spilt water flooded the floor.

�It is too
hot!�� Elrohir found his attempt to stand frustrated by a strong, restraining
grip �� It is too hot Glorfindel�� . The younger elf�s now flushed face, caught
the blond�s gaze pleadingly.

p clp class=MsoNormal>�It is not
hot�� The elder elf explained patiently to the pleading green puppy eyes. ��
Your body is cold. It only has to warm up again��

As the
spasms eased, allowing the young half-elf to remain still, his tutor worked to free
Elrohir�s hair from its tangles. He poured warm water to soak the long braids
cascading trough his back, and with delicate movements he combed the dark locks
carefully so as not to pull a braid.

After an
hour in the hot tub the trembling had eased.

�I think
you should get out now�. Leaving the comb on the bench, Glorfindel stood to
grasp some towels that waited on the bed�s rustic coverlet. Elrohir, who was
waiting for them, wrapped the lower part of his body in one and with the other
squeezed the excess water from his hair in front of the fire. He was tired. He
would allow the fire to work it�s magic, helping every single drop of water to
evaporate from his marbled skin. He watched his long time tutor quietly. The
blond elf paced from one side to the room to the other, tidying the discarded
trousers Elrohir had left at the bottom of the tub. * He has said nothing to
me. No chastising. No sermon. No sign of his anger. And the little he spoke was
so cold and impersonal, that it did not allow me to read the feeling behind�I
have never heard that tone of voice before.
He should be really angry � but why?. Was it the fact that I am in love
with him?, or �*

�Try to
rest Elrohir�� Glorfindel interrupted
the young elf wonderings, without facing him.

Of course
Elrohir could read the underlined message of that sentence� * Go to sleep.
Elrohir. Stop staring� * The prince of Imladris pulled the bed covers down
to slip inside. * I made you hate me� * Staring into the red flames,
blazing in front him, Elrohir pulled the heavy covers up as he sighed once
more. * You hate me� *. His body still shaking in spite of the warm
fabric around his body, the dark haired elfling tried vainly to control it,
gripping the sheet to his chest.

�Move
over�� The still distant and unreadable voice said to him.

The slender figure moved to the side allowing
the blond Lord to slip into bed next to him.

�Come
here�� Naked arms pulled Elrohir�s body
to a bare chest. Glorfindel had removed his damp shirt. �Better?�

�You do not
have to hold me�� A timid voice responded while snuggling into the warmth of
the other�s embrace.

�You do not
want me to hold you?�

His voice
was calm, yet it sounded as never before. �Yes� But you do not HAVE to.�

�I will
keep you warm.�

For some
moments Elrohir concentrated on the movements beneath his head. The
rhythmic ups and downs of Glorfindel�s
breathing rocked him gently, and the steady heart beat worked as the sweetest
of all lullabies. He would have fallen asleep, if not for the tul inl in his
mind.

�Glorfindel?��

�Yes?�

Elrohir
left the security of his breathing pillow, to face at his tutor. �Do you hate
me?�

� No. I do
not hate you Pen-neth.�

The
conviction in Glorfindel�s hypnotizing voice was not enough proof for Elrohir�s
ears so with out releasing the blond�s gaze he continued. �Why are you so quiet
then?. You have not lectured me yet!�

�I do not
feel like scolding you, Elrohir. When I saw you there, covered by the snow� I
thought�� Breaking eye contact, the elder elf looked away. �What you did was stupid.� He ended.

�I know��
The embarrassed voice assured, full of regret.

�You scared
me.� Glorfindel�s blue eyes finally
allowed his heart to show. Despair finally rose in them.

�I am
sorry.�

�Try to
rest�� Glorfindel shook his head,
showing his disapproval of Elrohir�s previous actions.

The young
elf rested his head on Glorfindel�s shoulder, while one arm circled the elder�s
chest. He would die if Glorfindel was going to hate him for his stupidity.
Elrohir could not live with that.

Minutes
later, Glorfindel felt warm droplets falling on his skin. Elrohir was crying.

�Elrohir?�
Petting the dark mane of hair, Glorfindel tried to persuade his young charge to
stop crying. �Elrohir please� Do not cry.� His voice was the sweetest plea ever
heard in the face of Arda.

�I am
sorry�but I can not live knowing that
you hate me�� Elrohir sobbed, wiping
his eyes with the back of his hand. �I
am sorry��
Glorfindel
let a deep sigh escape his lips, causing the weeping figure wrapped in his arms
to increase the pace of his tears. �I
do not hate you� His hand instinctively came to pet the young elf�s shoulder.
�You have to believe me�

�Then why
do you feel so distant?� Elrohir moved once more to face the blue gaze of
Glorfindel�s eyes. �You are here��. A timid hand found its place in
Glorfindel�s heart. �Yet. you are not��

�Ai. Little
one�� The blond elf Lord whispered, losing all the ability to hide his
feelings. That control had been saving him from Elrohir�s innocent and
unconscious seduction. His younger
student was not aware that every movement, every soft word, every friendly
touch, every smile, was a torture to his es aes and his heart.

Elrohir
noticed the change, he remembered this look, but something deeper was shown in
it, deeper that what he thought he distinguished the first time he paid
attention.
Love. But
not the one a tutor felt for his pupil, but love of a lover who cherished the
other. He could now clearly tell.

The young
elf bent, approaching those alluring lips that parted in expectation. Uncertain, his lips found Glorfindel�s, one
part of him still feared he had misread his tutor�s feelings, and that he would
find himself pushed away; but that moment never came. Instead Elrohir found his
way in to the warmth of Glorfindel�s mouth.
The blond elf closed his eyes with a small cry of pleasure as Elrohir
gained confidence and deepened the kiss, masterfully teasing his tongue, which,
nearly as insecure as the younger�s, started to respond, welcoming the kiss.
Glorfindel�s
hands caressed Elrohir�s back, pressing them almost imperceptibly together, as
their tongues danced a torturing hot dance. Burning flesh met burning flesh as
the dark haired elf teasingly pressed his body against his tutor�s. Their chests
rubbed together, Elrohir�s hard nipples pressing against awakened flesh.

Their lips
parted only when the need for air become unbearable.

Between
half open eyelids Glorfindel could see Elrohir looking at him, as if trying to
memorize every line of his features.
His loving fingers joined the expedition, tracing the lines that defined
his still parted lips. The image of those fingers in his mouth was so strong in
his mind that he had to pull them away gently with his own, to place a sweet
kiss on them, before placing the hand, back on his heart.

�I love
you�� Blue eyes pierced Elrohir�s green, pleading them not to speak. �I
know what I am saying� I do love you.�

�You are
too young lirimaer�� Breathlessly the elf Lord petted the elfling�s hair.

�I know
what I want Glorfindel� And it is you ��

�Elrohir��

�I want
you, Glorfindel. I love you� The prince�s hand started to caress the blond
elf�s cheek, ending the soft motion on his lips. They parted as a delicate
thumb moved faintly on them.
Glorfindel
closed his eyes, forbidding himself to pull the tempting finger into his mouth
and suck it, all his body hurt with need, a need, which will not be fulfilled
this night.
Featherlike
lips pressed against his own rewarding his self control. Another moan of
repressed desire left his lungs. These were indeed the most loving kisses
Glorfindel had ever tasted in his all life but his hands gently worked to
pulled the young elf away.

�I thought�
you were enjoying the kiss�� Puzzled eyes looked at him. �Did I do something
wrong?��

�No. I was
enjoying the kiss Elrohir� *From now own your lips will be the only ones I
will remember and wish for * Glorfindel wanted to add, but he knew it would
make it even more difficult to prove the point he was supposed to show. �This
is not right��
He said,
also trying to convince himself.

�But I do
LOVE you� Is that not enough?�

�You need
to experience a lot, Pen-neth.� The elder elf pulled a dark strand behind the
pointy ear. * Only then will you understand what you are offering me.*
�In a few
years from now, you will find that what you thought it was love was no more but
the attraction of a student for his tutor� With a silent sigh he continued.
�You might even regret that your first kiss was shared with an old elf like me,
instead of with a young maid or boy, as young and fair as yourself.�

�You do not
love me?� Heartbroken Elrohir pulled away from the warm embrace.

�Elrohir��

Glorfindel�s
pleading hand tried to hold Elrohir�s shoulder, only to find it shrugged away
with a sudden movement. The dark haired
elf cupped his face in his hands as tears started to run across his blushed
features.

�Ai.
Elrohir� I do not know how not to hurt you�Please do not cry�My heart can not
bare to see you cry�� Glorfindel�s
words seemed to cause more pain in Elrohir�s soul, for the sobbing increased
considerably. As the whimpering sounds
grew deeper, so did Glorfindel�s ache.
He truly could not bear to see Elrohir hurting. Every single tear that
lefose ose young, inexperienced eyes pained his heart to the point of
despair.

Impulsively,
the blond elf moved closer pulling his trembling charge into a tight
embrace.

�No! I do
not want you to hold me� it hurts to know that you will never love me� and your
touch� is no more than a treacherous illusion of what I will never have��

Tightening
his grip ar the the struggling elf in his arms Glorfindel managed to pull
Elrohir�s cheek up to cover it with adoring kisses. When the struggles ceased
he placed his lips against Elrohir�s in a reassuring kiss. �I do love you
Elrohir� more than anything on the face of Arda� he stated, locking their gazes
together.

�Then
why?�I��

Shushing
the distress in the object of his affection�s voice with another light kiss the
blond Lord continued. �I will wait for you� I will wait for you to find out and
experience everything you want or need� and then� If you still feel what you
are feeling at this moment.�

�I will��
The anxious voice interrupted, making Glorfindel suppress a chuckle.

�If you
still love me� Then I will be yours��

Elrohir
tightened his arms around his tutor�s neck resting his head on his shoulder
petting the straight, golden, hair, after kissing his cheek.

* You will break my heart lirimaer� More
than you can imagine�More than you can imagine�*

Glorfindel
held him tightly, suddenly not wanting to let him go. Because he was perfectly
aware of what he had recently asked of his young charge. And, all of a sudden,
he wanted to take all his words back. He did not wanted Elrohir to feel the
lips, the touch or passion, of any but his own.

TBC�

Consulted
sources:

�
�The
Folly of Starlight� series. Footnotes chapter �Another Day� referring to Elvish
majority standards. www.ithilas.com
�
The
grey company. Phrase book.
�
Sindarin
Dictionary, �The Sindarin Dictionary Project� Compiled by Didier Willies.
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