Beauty And The Beast
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
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2,839
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2
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Part Three
Title: Beauty and The Beast
Author: Erynlinia
Type: FPS
Beta: Slayer9649, all other mistakes are mine.
Pairing: Erestor/Lindir
Rating: R, eventually NC-17
Warnings: Slash (m/m)
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made. This is purely for entertainment ONLY!
PART THREE
Dark eyes widened impossibly big at the sound of his name coming from this stranger. Erestor’s heart froze. If he knew his name…how much more did he know?
He grew uncomfortable at the questions that shone from Lindir’s jeweled eyes. Erestor had grown accustomed to being treated with fear, revulsion, and hate! But this…..?
“Why are you here?!” he snarled, his unbraided hair covered his face. “You are trespassing!”
Lindir tried not to flinch at the outburst; he did not want to appear weak. Indeed, if this was the fabled elf before him, he wanted to learn more about him and he could not do that if he was cowering all the time.
“I beg your forgiveness. I was separated from my party and became lost in the storm. I stumbled upon your home completely by chance.”
“Lost?! Lost you say? How does one of the Firstborn become lost?!” Erestor spat caustically as he paced in front of the fireplace.
Why did he feel trapped in his own dwelling? He wondered angrily. This was HIS home, his domain!
“I am unaccustomed to such harsh traveling conditions,” Lindir admitted, his voice low. “I am a minstrel in Lord Elrond’s household…I was on my way back to Imladris.”
Erestor stopped and glared at the slightly smaller elf. His gaze dropped to the Teleri’s hands, to the long, graceful fingers – raw and covered with dried blood. He knew those injuries were received from digging through crusted over snow and ice. What had the elf been looking for?
Lindir did not know what to make of the dark elf’s behavior. One moment he was ranting and pacing like a caged animal and the next he was being studied by warm chocolate brown eyes.
“I-I apologize once more for my trespass, Master Erestor. Thank you for letting me warm myself…I will see if I can catch up to the others.”
Lindir did not know why, but he was reluctant to leave. Any sane elf would have raced away at Erestor’s initial appearance. Maybe that was it! He had been out in the cold too long!!
Erestor watched as Lindir turned to leave, letting the fur coverlet slide to the sofa. He saw the sadness in the minstrel’s amazing eyes and felt a pull at his soul.
Do not let him leave!
Erestor’s heart lurched sickeningly.
You know the pass will be closed for days! He will NOT find his travelling companions…all he will find is death!
Erestor tried to fight the conflicting emotions. It should not matter, everyone thought him a kinslayer…what was one more dead elf?
Suddenly, he realized how the Teleri had addressed him.
“What…did you call me?!” he demanded.
Lindir froze in mid stride and turned to face the Noldo.
“M-Master Erestor. You are he, are you not?” Lindir answered, seeing the confusion and fear flashing in those dark eyes.
“If I am? Did your family tell you about me?” he hissed, growing angry at the thought of being used as a scary bedtime story. “Did they tell you the tale?”
Lindir nodded, his hair picking up the firelight with the movement, briefly distracting Erestor. Those dark eyes hungrily watched the dancing lights, not able to remember when he had seen anything so beautiful.
“Every elfling has heard of you,” Lindir said softly, kindly.
“Are you afraid of me?” Erestor asked sadly.
“No, I am not.” Lindir was surprised to find it the truth. He was wary of the dark elf, but he was not afraid.
For a moment, Erestor was stunned. Part of him wanted to smile at the minstrel’s bravery, or foolishness, but bad habits bred over centuries unfortunately took over. No one could care about him! He was a kinslayer!
“You should be!” he growled as he grabbed Lindir by the arm and dragged him down the hallway. “You will pay for your trespass! Let Lord Elrond find another minstrel…you will stay as long as I deem fit!!”
Lindir’s eyes widened as Erestor opened a door and flung him inside. He stumbled and caught himself as he heard the door slam shut and the lock click into place.
Taking deep breaths to calm his racing heart, he looked about the room expecting to see a dungeon cell. Instead, he found himself in a room…a guest room. He found a candle, lit it, and began to examine his surroundings.
Although a thin layer of dust covered everything from non-use, the room was very neat. There was a small fireplace, empty of course, a chair, table, and a bed with fur blankets. Lindir noted there was even an adjoining washroom.
“What have I gotten myself into?” he asked himself quietly.
He had stumbled upon the legendary Erestor but he was not what he had expected. This darkling was, in fact, a puzzle.
Erestor had been upset, angry, but he had not hurt him. Even dragging him here, he had only used enough strength to make sure Lindir did not escape! His voice would growl and sneer but those dark brown eyes flashed between fear and confusion.
Yes, this was a puzzle…one he vowed to solve, but not now. Lindir’s entire body was aching and his eyelids drooped with exhaustion. Setting the candle on the table by the bed, he took off his wet boots, socks, cloak, and overtunic. He laid them over the chair and hurried to the bed, as the room was chilly.
Pulling the blankets up to his chin, he curled up comfortably and sighed. He quickly warmed up and a smile ghosted his features as he wondered what the new day would bring.
TBC
Author: Erynlinia
Type: FPS
Beta: Slayer9649, all other mistakes are mine.
Pairing: Erestor/Lindir
Rating: R, eventually NC-17
Warnings: Slash (m/m)
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made. This is purely for entertainment ONLY!
PART THREE
Dark eyes widened impossibly big at the sound of his name coming from this stranger. Erestor’s heart froze. If he knew his name…how much more did he know?
He grew uncomfortable at the questions that shone from Lindir’s jeweled eyes. Erestor had grown accustomed to being treated with fear, revulsion, and hate! But this…..?
“Why are you here?!” he snarled, his unbraided hair covered his face. “You are trespassing!”
Lindir tried not to flinch at the outburst; he did not want to appear weak. Indeed, if this was the fabled elf before him, he wanted to learn more about him and he could not do that if he was cowering all the time.
“I beg your forgiveness. I was separated from my party and became lost in the storm. I stumbled upon your home completely by chance.”
“Lost?! Lost you say? How does one of the Firstborn become lost?!” Erestor spat caustically as he paced in front of the fireplace.
Why did he feel trapped in his own dwelling? He wondered angrily. This was HIS home, his domain!
“I am unaccustomed to such harsh traveling conditions,” Lindir admitted, his voice low. “I am a minstrel in Lord Elrond’s household…I was on my way back to Imladris.”
Erestor stopped and glared at the slightly smaller elf. His gaze dropped to the Teleri’s hands, to the long, graceful fingers – raw and covered with dried blood. He knew those injuries were received from digging through crusted over snow and ice. What had the elf been looking for?
Lindir did not know what to make of the dark elf’s behavior. One moment he was ranting and pacing like a caged animal and the next he was being studied by warm chocolate brown eyes.
“I-I apologize once more for my trespass, Master Erestor. Thank you for letting me warm myself…I will see if I can catch up to the others.”
Lindir did not know why, but he was reluctant to leave. Any sane elf would have raced away at Erestor’s initial appearance. Maybe that was it! He had been out in the cold too long!!
Erestor watched as Lindir turned to leave, letting the fur coverlet slide to the sofa. He saw the sadness in the minstrel’s amazing eyes and felt a pull at his soul.
Do not let him leave!
Erestor’s heart lurched sickeningly.
You know the pass will be closed for days! He will NOT find his travelling companions…all he will find is death!
Erestor tried to fight the conflicting emotions. It should not matter, everyone thought him a kinslayer…what was one more dead elf?
Suddenly, he realized how the Teleri had addressed him.
“What…did you call me?!” he demanded.
Lindir froze in mid stride and turned to face the Noldo.
“M-Master Erestor. You are he, are you not?” Lindir answered, seeing the confusion and fear flashing in those dark eyes.
“If I am? Did your family tell you about me?” he hissed, growing angry at the thought of being used as a scary bedtime story. “Did they tell you the tale?”
Lindir nodded, his hair picking up the firelight with the movement, briefly distracting Erestor. Those dark eyes hungrily watched the dancing lights, not able to remember when he had seen anything so beautiful.
“Every elfling has heard of you,” Lindir said softly, kindly.
“Are you afraid of me?” Erestor asked sadly.
“No, I am not.” Lindir was surprised to find it the truth. He was wary of the dark elf, but he was not afraid.
For a moment, Erestor was stunned. Part of him wanted to smile at the minstrel’s bravery, or foolishness, but bad habits bred over centuries unfortunately took over. No one could care about him! He was a kinslayer!
“You should be!” he growled as he grabbed Lindir by the arm and dragged him down the hallway. “You will pay for your trespass! Let Lord Elrond find another minstrel…you will stay as long as I deem fit!!”
Lindir’s eyes widened as Erestor opened a door and flung him inside. He stumbled and caught himself as he heard the door slam shut and the lock click into place.
Taking deep breaths to calm his racing heart, he looked about the room expecting to see a dungeon cell. Instead, he found himself in a room…a guest room. He found a candle, lit it, and began to examine his surroundings.
Although a thin layer of dust covered everything from non-use, the room was very neat. There was a small fireplace, empty of course, a chair, table, and a bed with fur blankets. Lindir noted there was even an adjoining washroom.
“What have I gotten myself into?” he asked himself quietly.
He had stumbled upon the legendary Erestor but he was not what he had expected. This darkling was, in fact, a puzzle.
Erestor had been upset, angry, but he had not hurt him. Even dragging him here, he had only used enough strength to make sure Lindir did not escape! His voice would growl and sneer but those dark brown eyes flashed between fear and confusion.
Yes, this was a puzzle…one he vowed to solve, but not now. Lindir’s entire body was aching and his eyelids drooped with exhaustion. Setting the candle on the table by the bed, he took off his wet boots, socks, cloak, and overtunic. He laid them over the chair and hurried to the bed, as the room was chilly.
Pulling the blankets up to his chin, he curled up comfortably and sighed. He quickly warmed up and a smile ghosted his features as he wondered what the new day would bring.
TBC