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Touching Tomorrow	By : ErestorandFin Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4612 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.

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Title: Touching Tomorrow - Part Two

Beta: keiliss

Contact: legolaslovesaragorn@yahoo.co.uk or glorfindelanderestor@yahoo.co.uk

Pairing: Erestor/?

Rating for this chapter: PG

Warnings for this chapter: Very Au, implied M-preg, implied violence

Disclaimer: Don’t own these elves, sadly.

Please R/R, feedback would be most appreciated.

Chapter 2
After dressing my little warrior in clean blue leggings and pale green tunic I leave him in his room, playing with his little action men, while I get his coat and shoes, as well as his small umbrella, because it might rain.

“You ready, angel?” I call, and I can hear him running along the corridor, his small feet making light, thumping sounds.

He smiles brightly at me as he allows me to bundle him up, for his human heritage means he can catch chills. Standing, I pick up the sandwiches I made him, as well as my keys and money, putting it all in a small shoulder bag. I take his podgy little hand in my own much bigger one.

“To the park then, little guy” I say cheerfully, closing the door behind us, not seeing Rodoniel smile and begin to climb down the stairs, clinging to the rail, for the steps are huge to him.

Turning, I see him climbing slowly down the treacherous stairs, and my heart flutters madly as I see the accident ready to happen.

“Rodoniel! Darro!” I call, rushing down the stairs just in time for as I call he takes a step, but, being distracted by me, he slips.

Catching his hand as he loses his balance, I pull him close, enveloping him in my tight embrace. His small head tucks under my chin as I rock him gently, my breathing erratic as I blink away the tears of fright.

“Don’t you ever do that to me again Rodoniel, you scared me so much,” I whisper to him, stroking his black locks gently, taking deep breaths.

I stand up, still holding him, and I slowly carry him down the stairs. I cannot risk another fright like that.

At the bottom I carefully put him down, and as I rise I feel a sharp tug on my hair for a little hand still has it enclosed in its tight grip.

“Nana…I’m sorry,” Rodoniel whispers, turning his tear stained face up to look at me, and wiping his nose on his sleeve.

“I...I didn’t mean to scare you…I just wanted to show you I could climb down them. I’m sorry...” he whimpers, letting go of my hair and clinging tightly to my leg, made difficult because of the skirt.

“Oh darling….” I whisper, taking his small hand from my leg and squeezing it gently.

“I’m not mad at you, I was just worried…dry your tears.” I smile softly, wiping his eyes with a tissue.

“Smile for me, little chick, and let us go. You do want to go to the park don’t you?” I ask, and he smiles for me, a lot happier at the mention of one of his favourite places.

Nodding, he begins to walk forward, dragging me by my hand, and I follow, both of us walking along the streets together. The park is not far away, and it does not take us long before we are at the entrance and he is eagerly pointing to his favourite spot, the play area.

“Can I go and play Nana, can I?” he asks, bobbing up and down impatiently, almost bouncing.

“Well...” I say, looking over the area, which is almost empty, but then I see another little figure hurtling full speed at us.

“Damien!” Rodoniel squeals, looking up at me eagerly. As I nod he lets go of my hand, running to greet his friend. I sigh, watching the two play together, when suddenly I feel a hand rest on my shoulder, and I jump, quickly moving away from the touch.

“You’re in your own world again, Erestor.” The words are quietly spoken, and I relax, turning to greet my only friend.

“Christine, you frightened me!” I exclaim, walking with my red haired friend to the bench.

“Surly you knew I was here already?” she replies logically as we sit down.

“Well….yes, but I could not see you, how could I know you were behind me?”

Christine grins apologetically, and we fall into silence as we watch the children.

“How are you, Erestor?” she asks me quietly, breaking the silence.

“I’m fine,” I murmur, avoiding her eyes, uncomfortable. I feel she wants to ask something else, but I am saved from further questioning as Rodoniel and Damien come running towards us.

“Nana I’m hungry!”

“Mom, I want some lunch!” They wail in unison, standing before us, hands on tummies.

Christine and I exchange a look, and I fish out the sandwich from my bag, as Christine does the same. I hand the sandwich to Rodoniel, and he climbs into my lap to eat it, watching Damien as he climbs into Christine’s, accepting his lunch eagerly. They are soon chatting away as they devour their food, dropping crumbs all over us.

“Ai, such mucky pups!” I scold teasingly, rolling my eyes at Christine in amusement.

“Where ever they get it from, I don’t know… it must be from their fathers’ side.”

I pale at this, and Christine looks stricken.

“Oh Erestor, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to mention him.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I say quickly, forcing a fake smile onto my face.

“You two done?” Christine asks, falsely cheerful for their sakes as she pulls out two small treats from her bag, giving one to each child.

“There you go, darlings. You may go and play now, but try not to get too dirty,” she says, laughing at the thankful expression on both childrens’ faces.

“Thanks, mom”

“Thank you Damien’s Mom,” Rodoniel murmurs shyly, before running off to where Damien is waiting, both huddling together as they decide what to do first.

“How are you really?” Christine asks worriedly, gently laying a hand over mine as I look away.

“I’m fine Christine, don’t fret yourself,” I lie, but I can tell she doesn’t believe me.

Soon, we begin to talk again, falling into our normal pattern as we watch over our children.
Neither of them was aware, however, that they themselves were being watched…

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The afternoon wind begins to chill and I decide it’s time for us to be going. Rodoniel will need to wash, and I have to get the dinner on.

“Namárië Christine, I will see you tomorrow, as always.”

“Farewell Erestor…Please take care of yourself my friend.”

Nodding at her, I promise I will, before going to collect Rodoniel.

“Time we must leave, angel” I call to him, and reluctantly he leaves his games to come to my side, clothes caked with mud and crumbly leaves in his ebony hair.

“Oh you...” I fuss, brushing out the leaves the best I can.

“Come then young man, let’s get you home and washed, hmm?” I smile down at him, taking his little hand.

“Bye Damien!” he screams over his shoulder, waving his other hand at his friend.

I lead him out of the park, glad to see the roads are not too busy as we walk along the streets, the weather growing more and more chilling at each twisted corner - the days are short indeed during fall in New Orleans.

The darkness is descending quickly, the orange streetlamps not enough to hold it back, only succeeding in casting an eerie glow over our skin. I am relived to find we are back at the flat, and once more I carry Rodoniel up the stairs.
~He followed them silently as they left, hiding from them in dark shadows that matched his mood as he traced their footsteps. He knew just where to hide and how to avoid being noticed - this was not the first time he had followed them, and surely it would not be the last, for he had to know everything. What he had learned so far had displeased him greatly, but he would not be satisfied until he knew it all.

He watched them as they walked down a deserted street, the darkness clawing in on them much as the anger clawed at his mind, until at last he could see them no more, and then turning, he was gone in a swirl of long blond hair. ~

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“Here we are, angel, let’s get some lights on and get warm shall we?” I ask cheerfully as I open the door, flicking the light switch. The sharpness of the lights dazzles out eyes after the dim glow of the streetlamps.

“Look at you, you’re positively filthy!” I exclaim, looking him over in the stronger light.

“That’s it, into the bath with you mister! Go on, go and undress and I’ll run it for you,” I cluck, shooing him into his bedroom as I turn on the water.

“And don’t even think of leaving your clothes on the floor, put them in the basket please,” I add from the bathroom, smiling to myself as I hear him pick the clothes up from where he had left them – on the floor.

Testing the water with my hand, I add some very aptly named bubble bath, the froth rising high.

“Come on Rodoniel, before it gets cold” I call to him, walking through to fetch him.

“But Nana… I can’t find my ships!”

“In, in, in!” I order, placing a hand on his shoulder and directing him to the door. “I’ll bring your ships, ok darling?” I add softly - I add softly - whatever authority I had when I used to keep the twins in order, I have since lost.

Nodding, he scurries from the room as I open his cupboard, easily finding the ships he sought, out of his reach on a high shelf. Picking them up, I quickly return to the bathroom as I hear a splash, indicating that Rodoniel has climbed in.

I grin as I see him, the water probably only coming to his middle, but the bubbles reaching easily to his chest, and he has bubbles smeared on his face.

“Hello,” he grins, pulling the bubbles down over his chin.

“Who’s that in my bath? And where’s my little angel gone?” I ask in mock confusion, peering at him intensely.

“Look Nana, it’s me!” he giggles, as I sit down on the floor so I can reach him.
“My, my, so it is!” I exclaim in surprise as he wipes off the bubbly beard.

“I never recognized you, that beard had me fooled alright”

He grins, and splashes about with his little boats.

“Turn around then darling, and I’ll wash your hair while you play,” I tell him, picking up his shampoo and raising an eyebrow at the ‘No More Tears’ logo emblazoned across the front ; I couldn’t remember Rodoniel ever crying because of stingy eyes.

I gently work the liquid through his hair, humming to myself as he sails his ships around the bath.

“Eyes closed,” I warn, before pouring a jug of warm water over his head, being careful to keep it from his eyes and ears as much as I can.

“Right darling, your hair’s done .Now you need to wash.”

“If I do it Nana, will you read to me?” he asks sweetly, for I always end up reading him a page or two from our current book.

“Of course I will,” I promise with a grin, reaching up and plucking the book from the towel drawer. I open it to where it was bookmarked, at the beginning of chapter four. He had picked this one himself, and despite my concerns that he would not understand it, he seems to love it.

“Chapter four: the Alethiometer.”

I read clearly and slowly to him, marveling at how he swallows the story eagerly while he washes, hanging onto every word. He shows remarkable understanding for a child of his age, probably his elven genes kicking in, for although his body grows with the slow pace of the firstborn, the slightly chubby figure was accounted for by his human heritage. He may only be quarter-human on his Adar’s side, but you can still see the subtle differences.

Looking up from the book, I see Rodoniel staring at me, enthralled by the picture I am painting, long finished washing.

“Done then angel, all nice and clean?” I ask, marking the page as I close the book, putting it down as I rise, earning me a pleading moan of disappointment.

“Out with you, we don’t want you going wrinkly do we?” I ask, helping him out of the bath, and handing him a white fully towel. I rub him down as he grumbles about the story.

“Be good and let me dress you and I’ll read to you when you take your nap,” I bargain, leading the little form to his bedroom, dressing him quickly in clean clothes. He stands there obediently, tired by his activities which have only just caught up with him.

“Up you go…” I lift him into the crib, gently tucking him in. Although he is worn out, and although I weave away, his hand darts out and grabs mine very tightly, clinging bruisingly in the way only a child who wants something can. I wince, biting my lip, and he releases his grip, looking up at me apologetically.

“Stay...please… you said you’d read to me…”

“Ok darling, but just for a little while,” I say softly, pulling up my chair and sitting down.

Picking up his book I begin to read it to him once more, watching him grow sleepier and sleepier.
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