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The Chilly Comfort	By : matschristiana Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4889 -:- 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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1: 1: *amy* - well, somebody must be the evil one in this story and I chose the twins. I think this chapter will bring you some new answers...

*kirameki* - I'm glad you like my story. I knew that the pairing Legolas/Erestor was not frequent so I tried to change it a bit. But this story was meant as a little prequel to The Surprise (about Erestor) and The Two Hearts (about Legolas). Yes, English is not my mother tongue so I apologize for all my mistakes.

*seelenspiel* - thank you. Here comes the chapter 5.

A/N 2: I know this chapter is a short one but I think it brings some unexpected news.

A/N 3: My great thanks for beta to Leigh!

The Chilly Comfort

Chapter five - True Feelings
The afternoon went by quite easily to Legolas' surprise. When he arrived to the meadow where Glorfindel and his men usually trained their skills he was stratled by the crowd fo the elves. Lady Celebr�an made from the little competi aft afternoon's feast and joined all inhabitants of Elrond's house in. And that was good for him. Elladan nor Elrohir distracted him with their propositions and touches although he felt their eyes on him.

Evening dinner was served outside, under the dark sky glimmering with stars. Legolas hoped he would have a chance to speak with Erestor again. But the dark-haired elf didn't show himself in the afternoon neither in the evening. And Legolas need to talk to him. He looke aroundir air and dark elves were engaged in the merry conversationes and singing. He steped away from the group he sat and listened Lindir's poetry. Could he disappear unnoticed?

In the time he took another step back he felt few looks on him. He looked in their directions. But the only one he saw was the questioningly arched eyebrow of golden-haired Glorfindel. He shook his head. That was unbelievable! Everybody watched his steps. Everybody wanted to know " his little secret".

He turned away and made towards the house. He heard whispers behind him which forced him to smile. Actually it was funny. The gossip could spread so fast and everybody was willing to believe it! When he went out of the sight he started to run. He would gladly join this charade but the decision was not his. When he thought about his situation this evening he found out that he could sleep in one of the dark free room for the guests. But he wished to talk to Erestor. He wished to apologize.

He turned the corner to the tangle of the dark corridors and halted for a while and listened to if he would hear any steps. But there was silence in the house. Still finding the way to Erestor's chamber was difficult for him but this time not impossible. In the end he stepped in front of the right door. He took few deep breaths and then he knocked. He waited but nothing happened. So he tried again.

Nobody responded therefore he depressed the handle. It clicked and the door opened. Sheepishly he looked inside. The chambers were dark, the windows closed. "Erestor!" he called quietly. But nothing responded. Evidently Erestor had not arrived yet. Could he wait for here?

Legolas shut the door behind himself and looked around the chamber. Everything was on its place how he remebered, even the scrolls and quills lay in the same spot as yesterday. He approached the window and opened it. A balmy night wind blew into the room and carried even a quiet tones of harphs and singing. Legolas took a breath. It smelled of summer flowers from the garden. He lit the candle in the holder on the table near the window and took a seat in the armchair by the fireplace. He raised his knees to his chest and embraced them. Huddled up in the armc he he listened to the melodies sounded from outside.
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"What are you doing here?" a snarl awoke him. His eyes were caught by the unbelievable black gaze. Legolas blinked few time to focus his sight. The chamber was dark again, the candle he lit evidently burnt out. And he fall asleep during the waiting... He quickly extricated from the armchair.

"I'm sorry, I wished to talk to you but you were not here," he tried to smile apologeticaly.

"Indeed?" Erestor's quiet voice sounded dangerously. The dark-haired advisor moved and approached him. He halted so close nearly touching him. "So what is it this time?"

Legolas trembled. Yet he doubted. Were the rumors about Erestor true or were they only gossips as were created about him today? Something has to be truth, a voice in his mind told.

"I wanted to apologize," Legolas whispered.

"Really? Why?"

Surprised by his courage Legolas watched as his hand raised and the tips of his fingers touched the slim nape where he hurt it at the afternoon. Erestor jerked as burnt and stepped back. But the cold eyes suspiciously never averted from the prince. "I didn't mean to hurt you," Legolas said.

Erestor nodded. "Is it all?"

But the prince shook his head. "No. I also want to apologize about the morning. I'm sorry if I offended you..." Words stopped in his throat when a strange flame flared in those dark eyes. "Do you not want me to talk about it?" he whispered.

"Oh no, of course you can continue," Erestor snarled.

Legolas shifted the warning in the quiet voice away and approached the dark-haired elf. "What did I do? Why are you angry with me?" he seeked the answers in the black eyes. But Erestoshedshed him aside.

"I'm not about to talk about it!"

But Legolas' hand grasped at Erestor's arm surprisingly quickly to turn him back to face him. "But I want to know!"

"It's not your bussines! Wasn't your mistake! Stop! The end!" the dark elf raised his voice.

"No end! You are angry with me and I want to know why," the prince didn't want ive ive Erestor a change to brush him off.

Erestor tried to release his arm from the grasp but Legolas hold him firmly. "Release me!"

"Answer!" the prince replied.

"I'm not going to confess to you," again the tried to make himself free.

But the flash in the black eyes betrayed what Erestor didn't. Legolas whispered surprised: "You are afraid." The dark-haired advisor petrified and his eyes widened.

"Stop it! Go away!" he hissed at the prince who smiled slightly.

"You are scared!" Legolas repeated. "So the cold-hearted Erestor is actually feeling..."

A painful slap ended his sentence. "Stop it, I warn you!"

"Otherwise what?" Legolas lifted his chin offensively although he felt the print of Erestor's palm appearing on his face. "What do you fear, Erestor? Me?"

With his free hand Erestor took the prince's arm and pulled him closer. The black eyes found their impenetrability in the blink of eye and the fair face found its mask. Erestor's lips moved closer to the pointed ear. And the quiet voice whispered: "You? You got under my skin, Legolas, and I don't like it." The prince trembled subconsciously when those hot lips caressed the curve of his ear. "No, it's not you whom I fear but me. I made a mistake when I tried to help you. You are too atractive and unfortunately I'm not blind." Erestor's hand released his arm and stroked his shoulder until it moved to the back. "I'm not any better then those elves you run away from whether you think it. No, my sweet Legolas, I would not care about you too. I wouldn't be able to love you because I lost my heart long ago. It would be only a lust." Legolas closed his eyes and trembled again when the lips nibbled the tip of his ear. "You don't deserve that. That's why I fear myself, that next time I wouldn't force myself to run away. I fear my weakness. You can never come here again. I will not help you any longer." He stroked the prince' arm again down to the wrist. He released his arm from the trembling grasp and put a cold thing on the palm he hold. "You have your answer and I also found you a key. Leave now!"
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