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Abandoned	By : ladymirfain Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2658 -:- 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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Abandoned Ch 7
The beaver cut through the water silently. He was seeking the perfect tree to finish his dam. Spying one that appeared to be appropriate, he headed for shore. Lumbering up the bank, he stopped and shook himself, sending water droplets spraying through the air. His pelt glistened like burnished mahogany. Laboring across the land to the tree, he sized it up, verifying that indeed, this was the crowning jewel for his creation. Grasping the trunk in both paws, he firmly held the tree and, baring his teeth, sank them in for the first bite. Confusion filled his mind at the metallic taste that filled his mouth.
"Lindir!" Elrond screamed, awoken from reverie as pain shot up his arm. Feeling the wetness of his blood running down his skin, he tried to pull away, but stopping all movement upon realizing that Lindir still had his teeth embedded into his skin. "Lindir, please, wake!" Elrond sobbed, the pain starting to make his head spin. "Lindir, release my arm." Fighting nausea, Elrond wondered why Lindir would do such a thing.
Snapping awake and releasing Elrond's arm, he quickly applied pressure to halt the bleeding. Choking on a sob, Lindir whispered, "I am sorry, milord. It was a dream. I know not what it means, but I have had it since�. I would understand if you sent me from your side." Dropping his head, Lindir stared at the bloodied sheets in fear and trepidation, worried that yet one more elf that he loved would toss him away. Holding himself rigid, he waited for the words that would crush him forever, tears beginning to make tracks down his cheeks.
Frozen with shock, Elrond watched as Lindir moved away from him, refusing to meet his eyes. Hearing his words, Elrond realized that Lindir expected him to leave too. "I am not your parents, my love. I would never leave you." he whispered into Lindir's ear, wrapping his arms around the tense form and placing small fevered kisses on his face and hair.
"Your arm�" broke through Elrond's concentration on the elf in his arms. Pulling back, he looked at what damage had been inflicted on him. "'Tis naught but a minor wound. Let me quickly clean it, then I would like to hear about this dream of yours." Cupping a hand under Lindir's face, he raised it, and planted a gentle kiss onto the minstrel's lips. Rising from the bed, he grabbed the supplies he would need and entered the bathing chamber and closing the door behind himself, he finally allowed the grimace of intense pain to show. Rummaging through his healing supplies, Elrond found the painkilling herb that had been concentrated into a liquid form and took a large swallow from the bottle. Pulling out strips of cloth, he realized that it was not going to be enough. He would need assistance, for the wound needed to be cleaned. Dropping his head against the cool stone wall, he resisted the temptation to knock it repeatedly against the hard surface. With a sigh, he pulled away and opening the door, called out, "Lindir, I need your assistance, please."
Starting at his lord's voice, Lindir hopped up and scurried over to assist his love in any way possible, filled with remorse that he had caused injury. Seeing the pale visage before him, he brought Elrond over to a chair and forced him to sit, dropping his head between his knees. "I will be right back. Do not move." Lindir turned and ran back into the other room. Stopping long enough to grab his outer robe and pull it on, he then sped to Erestor's room, only thinking of finding aid.
When a warm, wall of flesh halted his flight, Lindir was brought back to awareness of his surroundings. "Whoa there, Lindir. What seems to be the problem? Why the rush?" Elladan asked in concern.
Grasping Elladan's arm, Lindir tugged, saying, "Your father! He is injured. Please, you must help him. Hurry!" Turning, he lead Elladan back to Elrond's rooms, and opening the door, led the way to the bathing chambers where he had left Elrond.
"Ada! What has happened?" Dropping to his knees beside Elrond, Elladan took his father's hands in his and swiftly ran his eyes over his father's naked form. Eyes, widening in shock, Elladan saw blood streaming from a bite wound on his father's arm. "Ada? Who bit you?" Elladan asked quietly.
Elrond met his son's eyes. "What does it matter? I need you to clean and bandage this for me. Please." Turning his head, he spied Lindir standing next to Elladan with tears glistening in his eyes. Holding out his hand, he waited for his lover to respond.
Lindir stepped forward to take Elrond's hand, but catching sight of himself in the mirror, stopped. Looking at his lover with wide eyes, he mouthed that he needed to wash. The blood staining his face horrified Lindir. Turing to the wash basin, he swiftly washed his face, turned and started towards Elrond. A thought entered his head and he grinned half-heartedly, and left the room, returning moments later with Elrond's legging in his hand. Moving to Elrond's side, he asked Elladan, "Will you help me get these on him?"
Elladan had followed his father's line of sight when he held out a hand and had tensed, seeing the blood on Lindir's lips. Realizing that Lindir had been the one to inflict the bite, he had wanted to say something but from the squeeze his father gave his hands thought better of it. He would delve into this matter later. When Lindir asked him to help get the legging onto his father, Elladan lifted one of Elrond's feet, helping Lindir slide it into the leg. Repeating the process, he then helped Elrond to raise enough for Lindir to work the leggings up. Settling his father back onto the seat, Elladan watched in shock as Lindir swiftly tied the lacings over his father's burgeoning member. "Thank you, Lindir. That is one sight I do not need to see."
Turning back to his father, Elladan surveyed the damage. Realizing what would be needed, he rose and went to gather Elrond's supplies. Returning swiftly, he settled onto his knees beside his father and taking up the offending limb, cleaned it and swiftly began to wrap it in clean bandages. Finishing, he leaned back, saying, "There, that should fix it. Please, keep this dry, Father."
Elrond grinned at the lovely shade of green that Lindir's face had assumed as Elladan cared for the wound. Squeezing the hand firmly encased into his own, he tugged Lindir onto his lap. Whispering into Lindir's ear, "Please, do not worry. It will be fine now." Placing a gentle kiss on Lindir's lips, Elrond tensed to hear Elladan's gasp. "Now is not the time, Elladan."

Elladan was dumbfounded. He did not like to see the blonde elf in his father's arms, yet was happy that his father had found someone. He knew that his parents had not loved each other. Their marriage being one made for political reasons rather than matters of the heart, yet seeing another take his mother's place hurt. "Yes father." was all he managed to mutter, before rising and gathering up the supplies and returning them to their rightful places.
Closing the bathing chamber door behind him, Elladan made his way onto the balcony needing fresh air to clear his muddled mind. Stepping onto the cool stone, he let his gaze wander in the pre-dawn stillness. Movement at the stables caught his attention and turning his head, Elladan froze. "He is here," he whispered into the stillness. "He is here!" he cried loudly, turning and running from the room, making straight for the stables and the welcoming arms of his husband.
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