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Truth is a Whisper	By : farewell Category: -Multi-Age > General Views: 1305 -:- 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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BRIEF NOTE: I am so sorry this took so long to get out! I kind of dug myself a plot hole and then promptly fell into it, and then just when I found a way out of the cave, I um. concussed myself really badly. So I�ve been in the hospital a lot. Am very very sorry. But! I have three new chapters for any people left still reading this. Thanks to my reviewers (all seven of you! I love you guys!) Siobhan, if you�re still with me, I�m sorry I made you wait so long in the cold campsite. But hey! New chapters! *hands you new anti-forest-fire dura-flame campfire logs* *throws in chocolate elfies and marshmallows for good measure.* thanks also to Iamme for bugging me into getting my ass in gear, and for help on the next story. (yes there will be more!) Thanks to all! (okay, it was a not-so brief note. Sorry again.)

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A few days later found Elrohir lounging on Arryn�s bed, watching the redhead idly scribbling on a price of parchment. �What are you doing, Arryn?�
The elf in question started. �Beg pardon?�
The half-elf smiled. �What are you doing, mellon-nin?�
�Oh!� The other looked down, laughing a bit. ��Tis nothing. I am merely scribbling.�
Elrohir stood up curiously, and crossed the room to peer over his shoulder at the parchment. A horse was slowly taking shape, and with a start, he realized that it was Nattie. �This is very good,� he commented.
�Yes, the head turned out well. But then, it always does.� Arryn flicked the end of the quill. �The head always turns out run-in-the-wind gorgeous. The body tends to look like a block of wood.�
�It is a very good likeness.� Elrohir leaned down and wrapped his arms around the redhead. He gently kissed the other�s temple, slid his lips down to brush against his cheekbone, settled against the hollow under his jaw. Arryn rolled his head to the side to give Elrohir better access to his throat, and moaned quietly as Elrohir sucked gently, raising a dark red mark. Arryn turned in the chair, facing the Peredhel. He lifted his face, and kissed the other, opening his lips to allow the other entrance.
Elrohir responded to the kiss eagerly, lifting the other out of the chair, and slowly walking him backward into the bedchamber. Arryn wrapped his arms around his neck, and pulling their hips together. �Do you wish to take me?�
The dark-haired elf nodded fervently. �Oh yes.�
�I would give that to you. If you would take it.� Arryn looked at the other, watching for his reaction.
In response, Elrohir pushed the redhead against the wall beside the great window, grinding their hips together and plundering his mouth. �I want you,� he whispered against Arryn�s lips. �Oh, I want you so badly I ache.�
Something inside the redhead went cold at that pronouncement. Arryn felt detached, as if he could see his body reacting from another pair of eyes: could see himself automatically becoming submissive, automatically reaching down to strip off his shirt. /He wants me, but only for what I can give him./ His hope of a love was dashed. /He�s just like the Men./ Despair flooded through him, and he dropped the cloth to the floor, standing unresponsively. He stared at a spot behind Elrohir�s ear as the half-elf seductively began kissing the redhead�s neck. Elrohir lifted his head and looked at Arryn. He had to scrunch down a bit to get into view of the other�s impassive gaze.
�Arryn?� he asked tentatively. �What�s wrong? Did I do something�?�
The redhead looked up with dead eyes. �You said you wanted me; and you have me�will you not take what I offer?�
Elrohir could only look at him, confused. �But�you are so passive. Do you not enjoy it?�
Arryn shrugged, as if to say �it does not matter.�

ohirohir was prevented from commenting by the knock on the chamber door. He dropped Arryn�s hand and went to answer it. He was surprised to see Glorfindel there, looking slightly amused as he spied how ruffled his lover�s son was. �Am I interrupting something?� He stifled a chuckle.
�Ah�� A glance at Arryn. �No. Nothing.� He turned back to the blonde lord. �What is the matter?�
Glorfindel caught the tension between the two young elves, and wondered at the cause, but wisely refrained from commenting. �Your father wishes to speak with you.�
Elrohir nodded curtly, and cast one last puzzled, longing look at the redhead, who hadn�t moved from where he stood at the window. He did not acknowledge it when the dark-haired elf left the room.
Glorfindel entered the room quietly. He shut the door with a muffled �snick� and crossed the room to stand behind Arryn. He didn�t speak�he didn�t know what to say. Finally he settles on, �Do you wish to tell me what happened?�
Arryn shook his head, not in denial, but in confusion. �I do not understand.�
Concerned, Glorfindel stepped around the othlf tlf to face him. What he saw made him freeze: Arryn�s face was streaked with tears.
And Glorfindel; famed warrior of Gondolin, Balrog Slayer, sung of in ballads and worshipped as a hero; was struck silent and immobile.
The redhead was hugging himself, clutching his own elbows, looking for all the world like a little lost child. His dark red hair was pulled back behind his ears in a tight braid, and his shirt was in a puddle on the floor.
/Move!/ Glorfindel commanded himself. /Look at him! He needs someone to comfort him!/ He cursed Elrohir for leaving as he forced his reluctant muscles into action. Stepping forward he slipped his arms around the other�s shoulders, hesitantly pulling him close.
Arryn kept his arms around himself, but he leaned into Glorfindel�s embrace, resting his head on the other�s shoulder. They stayed like that for a long time, Glorfindel calmly stroking the red hair, rubbing comforting circles on the other�s back.
When Arryn finally drew away, he was both calmer, and dry-eyed. Glorfindel felt awkward now, and he searched for something to say. Finally he cleared his throat, noticing that night had long since fallen. He bent swiftly to pick up the discarded shirt, holding it out to Arryn to put back on. He took the other�s hand and led him out of the house, up an obscured stair, to the roof.
There, he gestured for Arryn to sit, and he took a seat for himself on the wall�s edge. Arryn sank down across from him, not looking at the Elda. Uncomfortably, Glorfindel began. �I come here, sometimes. To hide.�
�Hide? Why would you need to hide?� The surprise in the young elf�s voice was evident.
Glorfindel shrugged. �Everyone needs to hide occasionally. Lord Elrond does, frequently. I also do, even more frequently. Everyone needs their own place to hide, a place where no one will bother them, or find them.� He cleared his throat again. �If you wish, you can use my hiding place until you find your own. I do not mind sharing.�
Arryn looked over now, smiling slightly. �That would be appreciated. I have a feeling I will have to hide a lot in this place.�
�It does get better, I can promise you that.� Glorfindel took a deep breath, letting silence fall between them before letting it out again in a long stream. �If you don�t mind my asking. What did you not understand? Earlier?� Glorfindel looked distinctly uncomfortable. Counseling distraught younglings was Elrond�s role, not his!
Arryn was glad for the darkness; it meant that he couldn�t see Glorfindel, nor he him. It gave him a feeling of freedom he had rarely felt. �Elrohir...� he began. �I think Elrohir wants to bed me. But he stopped. He said �You are so passive; do you not enjoy it?�� Arryn voice was almost desperate, the words pouring out. �Does he not know that I will not? That only in�in his position they enjoy it? I would give him that pleasure�why will he not take it?�
Glorfindel was silent for a moment, trying to sort out all that the elf had said. �You have�you have... done it before?� How could he feel like such a prude? He was thousands of years old; why could he not just say it? The elf felt Arryn�s gaze on him.
�Yes. I was a slave.� The elf�s answer was simple, matter-of-fact.
�And�you. You did not ever do it�and enjoyed it?� Glorfindel was more embarrassed over the stuttering than his bright blush.
Arryn�s gaze was bright and a bit amused at the dignified lord�s state. �I was never in the dominant position, so no, I never enjoyed it.� He seemed so sure of himself.
Finally Glorfindel realized what Arryn was talking about. �Just because you are not the dominant one does not mean you cannot gain pleasure from the act!�
He chuckled at Arryn�s surprised look. �You will gain much from a loving partner.� His smile faded as he saw the other�s distressed look. �What is the matter?�
�Can you show me?� The question was asked innocently, but it still rocked findfindel back on his heels. �Certainly not!� He cut off at the look on the younger elf�s face, and continued more gently. �I am bound to Elrond�I love him. I cannot bed you�I would never betray Elrond like that.� He half0smiled. �Besides, you will want Elrohir to teach you such things.�
�But can you not tell me what to expect?� Arryn�s voice was a mix of desperation, hope and apprehension.
�I�� Glorfindel faltered, his embarrassment coming into play again.
�Tell me of Lord Elrond,� Arryn urged. �Tell me how it is with you.�
The blonde smiled broadly. �Aye. That I can do.�

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Elrohir hesitantly entered his father�s study. He stood near the door, as if to keep an escape route available. His very posture spoke of his nervousness, his fidgeting hands told of his distress.
Elrond looked him up and down, and calmly gestured for his son to seat himself on the couch across from his desk. �What is the matter, ion-nin?� He stood and crossed over to the distraught elf. The lord caught the twisting hands in his own, holding them still. He held his gaze on their entwined fingers, knowing that his son would never speak if he felt he was being ed aed at.
�Arryn�� Elrohir hesitantly started. �Arryn and I�we were kissing, and... I thought he was enng ing it! It seemed like he was, and � then... he wasn�t. He just went completely passive, as if he.. as if he didn�t want my touch, or maybe just didn�t care.� He took a shallow breath. �Ada, when I asked if he was not enjoying it, he just shrugged� as if to say that it did not matter to him! His eyes were so empty, Ada! I do not understand!� Elrohir�s shoulders heaved, and he leant sideways to lay his head on the arm of the couch. �What did I do?�
Elrond sighed and got to his feet, feeling old. He sat next to his son and wrapped comforting arms around him. �Did Arryn ever tell you about his past?�
Elrohir shook his head. �I figured that he would tell me when he was ready.�
The ancient lord sighed again, and began to tell his son of Arryn�s past; how his family was so brutally slaughtered, and of the redhead�s own imprisonment. �Arryn did not say outright that he was used for sex, but judging by his reaction, they must have. The reaction he showed you may have been automatic�or you may have triggered a certain memory that made him freeze up.
Either way, the only way to help him is to slow down; let him set the pace. Ask him about it; let him know you will be there for him. Dealing with a rape in your past is a difficult thing, especially since he will have endured it on his own for so long. Don�t stop touching him unless he tells you to�but make sure he knows he can say �no�.� The lord shrugged helplessly. �You will have to feel your way, Elrohir. There is no method I can give you that will produce a ain ain result.�
Through all this Elrohir nodded, filing away his father�s advice. �I will, Ada. Thank you for telling me.�
Elrond shook his head. �I told Arryn to tell you this himself�but he may have been too afraid. Let him know you will not leave him�you won�t, will you?� He asked, suddenly worried.
�Never!� The young elf gasped. �Never.� He looked down at his hands. �I think I am falling in love with him, Ada.�
The Elda smiled. �GoNow;Now; I suggest you go find our dear redhead, and talk to him.�
�I will.� Elrohir bounced off the couch, and trotted to the door. Just before closing it behind him, he looked back at his father. �Thank you, Ada.�
Elrond nodded and waved his son away.
Elrohir walked swiftly to the kitchens. He would fetch himself and Arryn something to eat, and then he and the redhead would have a long, enlightening talk.

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