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Down by the water	By : ladyazmodan Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3731 -:- 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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AN:, An extra long chapter � Happy Birthday EJ!!! *throws party*

Betaed by; Lisbet.

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You only see what your eyes want to see

How can life be what you want it to be

You're frozen

When your heart's not open

You're so consumed with how much you get

You waste your time with hate and regret

You're broken

When your heart's not open

Now there's no point in placing the blame and you should know I suffer the same

If I lose you

My heart will be broken
Madonna � frozen

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chapter 5 - Love is a bird, she needs to fly
( 2 years later)

Glorfindel stood in the kitchen, placing food on a tray. Absentmindedly, he knocked over the glass of milk, and an annoyed sigh slipped past his lips. Fine way to start a day, he thought to himself. There was a slim chance that this would actually work, if only he didn't pour the food all over himself. He started to pour a new glass of milk just as Figwit opened the door to the kitchen. Glorfindel fumbled but managed to save the glass from falling to the floor.
"Oh, I didn't know you were here, lord Glorfindel," the small advisor said and smiled. "Might I ask who you are making that lovely tray for?"
Glorfindel laughed. "Good morning to you too, Figwit," he said, as he placed the glass on the tray, and turned to face the other elf. �It is for Erestor."
"Really?" Figwit's eyes went impossibly big. "But.."
"My dear Figwit," Glorfindel answered with a sweet smile, "he is the spouse of my brother, there is nothing more to it, than I would like for him to join me for breakfast."
"It 'has' been a while since I saw him at the breakfast table," Figwit said thoughtfully.
"I know," Glorfindel responded. Actually no one had really 'seen' Erestor for as long as Arato had been in Rivendell. Glorfindel understood that Erestor was somewhat avoiding him, but he had also distanced himself from Elrond and the twins. And now Glorfindel was worried to say the least, and just maybe he could get the elusive elf to talk if he just pushed his own presence. As he knocked on the door, some of his previous bravery disappeared, but he put on a determined expression, and knocked harder. "Erestor?" he called.
Erestor stood with his back to the door on the other side. He didn't want Glorfindel to come in, and he didn't want to see anybody at all. He vaguely shook his head as Glorfindel kept calling for him.
"I know you are in there, Erestor. Please answer me."
"No," Erestor finally croaked. "I am not dressed yet," he lied.
"I have breakfast for you and Arato. But you need to open the door, my friend," Glorfindel said with a silky smooth voice, hoping to trick the elusive elf into opening the door. As Erestor's clammy hands fiddled with the lock on the door, the dark-haired elf wondered what on earth possessed him to even open the door. The door squeaked on its hinges, and slowly opened, and Glorfindel knew he had to be quick. He pushed himself half inside the room.
"Erestor," he said with a happy smile, "good morning! Look what I brought you."
Erestor took a step back and looked at the tempting tray of food. "It indeed looks delicious, Glorfindel," he admitted. But then he looked up at the elf. "Just place it on the table," he said while gesturing towards a small side table, and he himself made his way to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. His heart thundered madly. How he wished that the golden-haired elf would be gone, as if by magic when he opened the door again. Didn't he realise how dangerous it was for him to even be here? Glorfindel placed the tray where Erestor had asked him to, and sat down on a chair and waited. He didn't mind that the other elf seemed to take forever in the bathroom, he had time, more than enough actually. He couldn't help but wonder about where Arato was; it was early morning, and his brother really should have been here.
Erestor came out of the bathroom, but to his disappointment his wish had not been granted. Glorfindel was still there, sitting on a chair looking at him with those big confused and slightly accusing blue eyes. "Why are you still here?" he said, trying to sound annoyed, when actually he was only frightened.
"I figured we could have breakfast together," Glorfindel said softly, but upon seeing the mortified look on Erestor's face he quickly added, "I see that Arato is not here, so I thought I would keep you company this fine morn."
"Oh" Erestor said, not sure what to say. To dismiss Arato's brother would spell trouble, but to let him stay would most likely do the same. "It is very kind of you, to think of me."
"There is no need to flatter me so," Glorfindel said with a warm smile. "All I want is to share this tray of food with you." He picked up the tray and placed it on the little round dining table next to the balcony. "Like we used to do, remember?" Oh, this was a sneaky trick, he knew. But he had to get through to the other elf somehow. And it apparently worked. Erestor sat down opposite him, and reached out for some food.
Looking at the normally stunningly beautiful elf, Glorfindel frowned. "Erestor? May I ask you something?" he said softly.
"Like what?" Erestor said, and looked up at Glorfindel. Studying Erestor, Glorfindel was sure in his assumption, the dark-haired elf had been crying recently. His eyes were all puffy and red, and the grace that normally surrounded this magnificent elf was gone. He seemed animated and flat.
"Are you happy, Erestor?"
"Ha-Happy?" Erestor whispered, and shot Glorfindel a pleading look. "But of course I am happy. My beloved Arato has returned to me."
"I see," Glorfindel said with a smile. "I just wanted to make sure. We used to be friends, you know� Before�" He took a deep breath. "Before all this."
Erestor nodded and when silence returned to the room, he pushed his loose hair behind his ears, and Glorfindel's eyes squinted, noting large bruises along the slender pale neck. But he wisely decided not to comment on it now.
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Erestor and Glorfindel had finished their meal in a rather uncomfortable silence. And right after he had left his brother�s chambers, Glorfindel went straight to Elrond�s office. Elrond looked up from his papers, and smiled a welcome at the Balrog slayer. "Glorfindel, what a nice surprise, what brings you here this fine morn?"
"Erestor, my lord," Glorfindel said as he closed the door. "I need to speak with you. Our dear friend has me worried."
"After the terrible advice I gave you the last time, you still seek my council?" Elrond said, a little puzzled.
"You couldn't have possibly known that it would turn out like that. What were the odds?" Glorfindel said and offered a friendly smile. "I had breakfast with Erestor this morning, and I saw disturbing marks on his skin." Glorfindel avoided Elrond�s surprised expression. "I am not accusing anybody," he added quickly, "but I would be much more relaxed if you would take a look at it."
Elrond rested his chin on his fingertips and looked deep in thought. "All right, I have never known you to be one to see ghosts, so I shall go see Erestor later, if it will ease your mind, my friend."
"Thank you," Glorfindel said and nodded to his lord. "I will come back tomorrow, then." "You do that, Glorfindel," Elrond said.
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Later that evening when Elrond knocked at the door of Arato and Erestor's chambers, Erestor opened the door, and Elrond walked inside.
"My lord," Erestor said with a surprised tone.
"Erestor," Elrond said and rested a hand on his counsellor�s shoulder.
Arato looked up from his book, and let the pipe slip from his lips. "My lord Elrond, what brings you here this evening, is something amiss?" he asked calmly.
"Nay, Arato, I am only here to steal away your husband for a little while. I need to discuss something with him that cannot wait till the morning," Elrond said, feeling Erestor tense under his grip.
"Oh," Arato said as if he understood.
"Erestor, come along, let us go to the office," Elrond said and firmly guided the elf out the door. They walked along the corridor and into Elrond�s office.
Erestor looked confused at the lack of papers everywhere. "What is the emergency, my lord?"
"No emergency," Elrond said and locked the door behind them. "Please sit down, Erestor, and let me explain this late night abduction."
Erestor sat down with his hands in his lap and looked up at Elrond, who started to pace the room.
"You see, Erestor, Glorfindel came to me today with the most incredible story, but never the less, I promised him to take a look at you. And this is the reason why I brought you here."
Erestor paled. "Story? What story?"
"About your bruises on your skin," Elrond answered. "Glorfindel claimed it looked like marks from fighting, and I honestly cannot understand why he would claim such a thing, but never the less, I intend to put his mind at ease."
The lord of Imladris looked down at Erestor. "So, strip."
"Excuse me?" Erestor croaked.
"Forgive me, I really meant it in the most professional way" Elrond smiled a fatherly smile and said, "please remove your clothing and let me examine your skin, Erestor."

"N-No" Erestor said, "I refuse, that Glorfindel sees things is none of my business."
"Then there is really no harm in letting me examine you, now is there?" Elrond said with a sly smile.
"I..I.." Erestor stuttered, but in the end he started to unbutton his robe, and stood up in all his naked glory. "You win," he whispered. Ignoring the vision that met him, Elrond let his hands probe the skin, and wincing every time Erestor yelped when he pushed a sore spot.
"Enough," Elrond whispered. "Put your clothes back on."
And as the advisor pulled his robe up again and started to button it, Elrond walked over to his desk, visibly disturbed by his findings. "Do you mind explaining this to me?" he said softly.
"The bruises?" Erestor whispered, knowing that this had to be what Elrond meant.
"Aye."
"Arato and I�enjoy playing," Erestor said with a little weak blush. "This is why I did not want you to see this, and why I do not think Glorfindel should jump to conclusions. The golden lord assumes too much. This is but a case of me and my husband enjoying to play master and servant in our bed." Erestor knew he was lying through his teeth, but he had no choice really.
"Oh" Elrond said, and now it was his time to blush. "I never intended to meddle in your marital affairs."
"I had hoped I could avoid this rather awkward situation," Erestor said. "Now do you need me for more? Or can I return to my chambers?"
"Oh, you can leave," Elrond said and gestured towards the door. "And Erestor? I am sorry for all of this."
"Don't think about it," Erestor said with a cocky smile as he left. All the way back to his chambers, Erestor's mind raced. Glorfindel had noticed, and he had actually gone to Elrond. How should he really feel about this? A part of him was glad that the golden elf cared enough to see, but on the other hand he was very upset with him. Why had he meddled? This could turn out very unpleasant for all, but mostly for him. And when he opened the door to his chambers, seeing Arato's angry gaze, he knew it was about to get very unpleasant for him indeed.
"So?" Arato said, "What did he want?"
"He just needed my signature for a document," Erestor said, smiling casually.
"Really?" Arato said with a dangerously softly voice. "Are you lying to me, Erestor?"
"No!" Erestor said and moved to sit on the armrest of Arato's chair. "You are my beloved husband, I would never lie to you."
"Is that so?" Arato said and looked up at Erestor, running his fingers down over the other elf�s cheek and down to the collar of his robe. "Then why is your robe not buttoned correctly?"
Erestor tried his hardest not to pale, and smiled reassuringly. "I must have done that this morning."
"No," Arato said, "I noted this today. Earlier it was buttoned perfectly, so why is it crooked now, Erestor 'dear'?"
"Surely your memory must be playing tricks on you," Erestor said, less convincingly than before.
"My memory is absolutely spotless." The golden elf squinted his eyes suspiciously. "Weren't you a bit eager to follow him?"
"He is my lord!" Erestor yelped as Arato pushed him off the armrest. "Please, Arato, I cannot deny my lord my counsel when needed."
"Or a quickie in his office?"
"No! Nothing like that!" As Arato stood up, Erestor crawled on his back, crabwise, across the floor in a futile attempt to get away from his husband.
"Get on your feet," Arato barked and with a forceful pull yanked Erestor to his feet. "Why are you always aggravating me? What have I ever done to you, that justifies this kind of behaviour from your side?"
Erestor blinked and looked at Arato for the smallest indicator of what he wanted him to do, anything that could tip him off would help, but to Erestor's horror, Arato only revealed one thing, distrust. And when the back of his husband's hand made impact, it really didn't surprise him, nor did the pain that spread, red hot, over his skin. Erestor spit a little and watched blood drip to the floor between his feet. He guided a trembling hand to his mouth and ran it across his lips, and when he removed the hand again it was covered in blood, making Erestor all cross-eyed.
"Maybe that will teach you not to lie," Arato spat.
Erestor looked up at Arato wide-eyed, as he slowly backed away from his husband. "This will show," he said with a voice slurred from his now swollen lip.
"Silence!" Arato hissed. "Why do you keep forcing me to discipline you like a child?"
"I.. don't," Erestor breathed. He had wanted to say more, but the second punch came down harder than the first, and all he could muster was a sound.
"On your knees, Erestor. You might be a ruthless child inside, but you are still my mate, so do what you are best at."
Erestor dropped to his knees with an un-ceremonial thud when his knees hammered painfully hard against the wooden floor. He would do whatever it took for Arato to stop being cross with him. With trained fingers he freed his husband�s erection, and kissed the head, keeping his eyes closed. Feeling Arato's fingers curl up in his hair painfully tight, he knew it was time to move, and he opened his mouth, letting the swollen member slip past his lips. Erestor rested his hands on Arato's hips, but his hands were quickly swatted away.
"Keep them on your back," Erestor heard Arato's voice purr. Purring was good he decided, and so he knew that at least he was doing something right. But soon Arato started to thrust inside Erestor's mouth, and all Erestor could do was concentrate on not gagging too much. He held his hands on the small of his own back, his knuckles white from squeezing, trying not to lose his balance with nothing to hold on to. Hearing Arato's breathing speed up, he allowed himself to open his eyes momentarily, before he shut them tightly again, waiting for what he knew to be inevitable, and when it came he almost choked, but somehow kept it all inside, clamping his lips down hard, forcing himself to swallow. He didn't want to anger Arato any more.
"Erestor," Arato said softly, gently pulling his husband to his feet. Arato leaned in and kissed Erestor on the forehead. He couldn't help but notice that the dark-haired elf winced a little, but he just smiled and whispered, "You did very well. Now go and clean up before you join me in the bed. You are sticky."
Erestor just nodded as he slowly opened his eyes, looking at Arato. He couldn't believe he had gotten off that easy. Was this really it? But the satiated look in the blue eyes of his husband told Erestor that the storm was over.

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