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Title: Falling into Temptation:
Chapter/ Part: 7
Author:
Celebrian.
E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com
Web page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Celebrianlotrsfanfiction
Pairing:
Elrohir/ Glorfindel & Elrond / Erestor. Elladan also mentioned.
Rating: R/
NC17.
Summary: Elrohir keeps his pursue on…
Disclaimer:
I don’t own them :o( But they all live in my mind.
Warnings: Angst.?
Author’s
notes: According to elvish majority
standards. An elf reaches adulthood at the age of 50 our 21 equivalent. So in
this story Elrohir and Elladan are between 40 and 41 elvish years. This would
make them 17 in human standards.
Elvish
Translations: Tua Amin: Help me. // Amin mela lle: I love you. // Lirimaer: Lovely one.// Ammin merna lle, A´maelarain: I want you, My beloved.
Feedback: Please, Please! I beg of you. I will be
eternally grateful :o)
Thanks
to my wonderful betas Emerald and Elaine…
:o)
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The twins
had been left alone for some moments, and they were perfecting their writings
skills… Sindarin and Quenia were not problems but other types still confused
them sometimes, and they were particularly annoyed since they were working with
Dwarven scripture right now…
“Elrohir?…”
“Yes?…”
Elrohir answered, still concentrating in his work until his brother came to
stand next to him and started to check his half written scroll… “Have you
finished?”
“No… I
think this one is wrong…” Elladan pointed to the miswritten letter. “This is
very boring…” He sighed.
“But it can
be very helpful.” Glorfindel stated as he entered the room. “Come… Let us check
what you have done”.
“I just
babbled…Could not think what I should write.”
Elladan sat in his place and his blond tutor took the barely written
parchment.
It
wrote…
“ (I am very, very, very, bored. I want
Spring to arrive, so I can go ride through the woods and have my fingers clean
of ink which will not clean out with soap and water…
Very bored…Very.) “
(I am
very, very, very, bored. I want Spring to arrive, so I can go ride through the
woods and have my fingers clean of ink which will not clean out with soap and
water…
Very
bored…Very.)
 
“In
“Interesting…”
Glorfindel mused smiling. “At least there are no mistakes…Now… Why don’t we try
something with more content?”
“I do not
know what to write. I am not in the mood to create poetry or a story and
besides it looks ugly in these signs…” Elladan leaned back in the chair and
sighed heavily.
“It does
not look ugly. It is different. You only have to give your eye time to get used
to it… If you can not think of anything why do not try to write one of your
favourite legends?”
“Alright…”
Elladan agreed, not very convinced.
The blond
eldar smiled at his charge and sympathetically slapped his back encouragingly.
Then he moved to check the younger twin’s work.
“How are
you doing Elrohir?” Glorfindel slightly leaned over Elrohir´s shoulder,
carefully trying not to disturb his writing, nor his student.
“I am close
to finishing…”
“This one
is wrong…” The tutor pointed to the same miswritten letter Elladan had pointed
to minutes ago. “And here is another one… Correct them under the miswritten
ones”.
“It will
ruin the document…”. He complained annoyed, making Glorfindel smile at his
youngest charge’s obsession with neatness.
“No. It
won’t, it will only be corrected…”
Elrohir looked up to see Glorfindel looking back at him.
“It is
already ruined…”He stated, leaning into closer contact with Glorfindel´s body
which was slightly bent next to him. The eldar´s perfume was making hise
se
all concerns about the precision of his work, instead he started to concentrate
on his tutor’s arms and calm breathing. He wanted to wrap himself in those
protective arms and snuggle in the crook of his chest.
“Corrections
do not ruin documents when you are studying… They help you learn…” The blond
eldar stated, lost in the depths of Elrohir green eyes. “Now… Do you remember
which was the correct symbol?…” He forced himself out of his trance.
“Mnnn… No…I
do not think so…” Elrohir lied, looking innocently at Glorfindel. He had
recognized the mistake as soon as his brother had pointed out to him, but he
knew that if he did not correct it, Glorfindel would. The blond eldar did not disappoint his expectations, he took the
quill and carefully shook the excess ink from it. Then leaning forward – and
closer to the unmoving young elf – he
drew a perfect symbol on the yellowy paper, despite the uncharacteristic
faint shaking in his pulse.
“There…”Glorfindel
placed the quill in its place and leaned backwards, trying to avoid the now
unbearable proximity with the young elf’s body. He smiled tenderly at Elrohir.
“You, correct the other one…”
* Ah… I
do not think I can…* He smiled charmingly at Glorfindel and
nodded.
With this
Glorfindel moved to his own chair to read his book, giving his pupils the
opportunity to work without any pressure on their appointed task.
When
Elrohir lifted his gaze from his writing to spy on his tutor he found the blond
eldar shifting his gaze quickly.
Glorfindel was looking at him.
The blond
elf Lord rested his temple on his hand
sighing. * I am starting to have the self control of a human …* he
sighed heavily, burying himself in the pages of his book.
“I’ve
finished…” chided Elladan, an hour later, from his desk making Elrohir, who was
completely concentrated in Glorfindel´s perfect features, go back to his work.
“ So soon?”
Asked his tutor approaching his oldest student. “What did you decide to write
about?…”
“I invented
something…” He looked at Glorfindel and handed him the sheet of paper.
“This is a
very interesting story Elladan” Glorfindel congratulated reassuringly his
student. “There are four mistakes…” He said after checking the text in hand.
“Tell me where they are and I will let you free for the day…”
Elladan
pointed two and then bit his lower lip frustrated when he could not find the
other two. He looked at Glorfindel charmingly,
pleading. “I can not see the other ones…”. With Erestor this technique
would never work, but with Glorfindel it was different… Elladan knew his plea
had succeeded when the elf Lord smiled and took the quill.
“This
letter has a little leg heading to your right… and this one… is backwards…”
Glorfindel pointed, looking at his older charge, who was almost jumping off the
chair. “Go, Go…”. He chuckled softly aladaladan rushed out of the chair and
room mumbling a Thankyou.
Glorfindel´s
gaze shifted to the messed desk and found Elrohir looking at him… “Do you want
to finish it tomorrow?” He asked at his younger charge.
“No… It is
alright…” Elrohir smiled.
The blond
eldar nodded and forced himself to break eye contact, instead he concentrated
on tiding up the disordered desk; while
the younger elf forced himself back to his own work.
Half an
hour later Elrohir looked up and saw the blond elf holding his book in both his
hands. But his eyes were lost somewhere else but it’s contents… “Where are
you?”. He whispered.
“I am
sorry…” The blond eldar reacted and a tender smile was born on his lips. “ Have
you finished?…” He stood from his place and approached Elrohir.
“No…”. The
young elf said, looking at several
parchments spread on the desk.
“You have
not?…” The blond elf asked puzzled while bending a little to check the still
ink wet paper… “You have written twelve pages…” He flipped his gaze to Elrohir
who was looking at him.
“You did
not mention any length limit…” The young prince grinned mischievously.
“I think
this will do Pen Neth…” The blond eldar smirked, amused by his student.
“I am not
finished yet…” The younger elf drew closer to the eldar.
“Are you
planning on translating the history of Arda into Dwarven?…” Glorfindel teased
his beloved.
“If that is
what it takes to be near you…”. Elrohir purred seductively, staring into the
depths of Glorfindel´s eyes, wishing his blond tutor would lean a little
closer and press his lips against his
own. He was controlling himself no to grab Glorfindel by his robe and pull him
into a deep passionate kiss, like the one they had shared the first time they
kissed. Elrohir had lost count of how many times - when Glorfindel bent to
correct something - he had had this
fantasy…
Glorfindel
was hypnotized by his student’s beauty… Ah… How simple it would be to kiss him…
He only needed to bend a couple of inches and Elrohir´s sweet mouth would be
his… Glorfindel´s mind had played with this idea several times, especially in
the past two years, but now it was harder to suppress this desire. Because he
had tasted those lips, and they were sweeter than honey itself…
An
intentional noise drew both elves attention to the side entrance to the
library.
Erestor was
standing, after picking up the dropped book from the floor, cleaning
nonexistent dust from it. “Sorry to
interrupt your class, but Lindir is waiting for Elrohir in the kitchen…”
“We have
finished…”
“You have
not corrected my mistakes…” Elrohir said seriously, gazing at his beloved who
turned back to look at withwith a tender smile lingering on his lips .
“I will
check them this night and inform you tomorrow…”
“You have
corrected Elladan´s today…” Elrohir did not want to leave. He was here, alone
with his beloved Glorfindel, he had been all his and Erestor appeared. The
young prince wanted to dismiss Erestor. And a sharp killing glance might have
escaped his courteousness and willpower unconsciously.
“He only
wrote a page and a half…” Glorfindel explained patiently to his younger
charge.. “Now go… Lindir is waiting for you… I will check this later…”
“Very
well…” Elrohir sighed defeated, and after looking hatefully at Erestor he
hurried of the room.
“I will
think twice before interrupting…”
“You have
not interrupted…” Glorfindel stated quietly, sitting in Elrohir´s empty place,
lifting his gaze from the chaotic desk to face his dark haired friend.
“I think
Elrohir would disagree with you” He chuckled and sat in front of his friend.
“He is not making things easy is he?…”
“Indeed he
is not…. But neither is my heart…” Glorfindel sighed staring at his tangled
fingers over the wooden desk. “I have told Elrond about my feelings for
Elrohir…”. The blond eldar whispered. “I … it was too much to bear … this
secret…” He drew back to his chair as
if seeking for security. He crossed his arms around his chest and looked at
Erestor. “… I am very confused… I KNOW I should not be feeling this, yet I can
not stop…” He shook his head defeated…
“What?…”
Erestor asked quietly.
“I am
acting without thinking!… I found myself looking at him when I am sure he is
not aware of it… and if I try to remember why I drew my gaze to him I can not
remember it…”
“And… let
me guess… you can not take him out of your mind? Nor your dreams?…”. Erestor
chuckled softly as his friend ran a nervous hand through his golden hair. “You
are not confused Glorfindel… You are in love…” The dark haired elf leaned on to
the desk to look better at his friend “ It is easier to feel confused… That way
you can avoid recognising your true feelings…”
“I know my
feelings…I know what and how I feel everytime he is near… That is the
problem!.” He interrupted Erestor´s thinking.
“Then why
do you keep hiding yourself behind this … mask you have made… of being
confused?”
“You know
why. I have told you so…” Glorfindel
sighed heavily. “ I do love him Erestor… More than life itself, but I
will not find peace even in the Mandos Halls´ if I have him only to lose him…”
“Why would
you lose him?…”. Now it was Erestor´s turn to sigh at the image of his usually
self-secure friend sheltering in the imaginary security of the wooden chair.
“What did Elrond say?…” He asked quietly, as if trying to soothe the blond
elf’s insecurities. Erestor felt defeated in attempting to prove to Glorfindel
that there was nothing wrong in feeling what he was feeling and for WHO he was
feeling it.
“He said he
trusted me to do the right thing and what I considered best…” Glorfindel stated
after some thinking. “How am I suppose to discern what the right thing is if I
can not think clearly?…”He complained mostly to himself.
“You should
know there are some things that are not the reason’s concern to decide …”
“Ight
ght
not be the one to decide but it is certainly playing a great deal in this whole
matter…”
“I learned
long ago that sometimes is best to play deaf ears to reason… and just act
according to your feelings…”
Glorfindel
looked at him with knowing eyes.
Erestor had
had a battle of his own several years ago when Elrond married Celebrian… For a
full year the Lord of Imladris had asked his beloved tdersderstand the true
reasons of his marriage. But the dark cloud of pain invading his broken heart
blurred Erestor´s mind. It was the opposite aspect of the problem yet the same.
Elrond had
arranged everything with his wife-to-be and made it clear to his in law’s that
he and Celebrian would not share the same bedroom. Instead of sharing it with
his rightful wife, the Lord of the house would share it with the owner of his
heart, and he and his wife will only shared the same bed on the few occasions
Galadriel´s mirror asked them to. Celebrian was as free as her husband to find
a rightful lover, one who cherished her the way every one deserved to be
cherished, and for some time she did back at her homeland until her lover
married, and her husband took her to Mirkwood. But this did not help Erestor´s
heart to relieve the pain, nor realise what Elrond was desperately trying to
say.
“Erestor?”
A timid
voice brought both silent elves back from their reverie.
“Yes,
Elladan?…” Erestor turned to face the young elf.
“Are you
going to go to the stables today?…”
“Yes. I was
about to… Do you wish to join me?…” He smiled at the oldest twin’s grin. “Go
get your cape and bring mine please” Both eldar´s watched as Elladan left and
Erestor looked at Glorfindel. “Stop
thinking and dare to start feeling…”
&;
;
“As if it
was an easy thing to do…”
“Worthy
things are never easy to accomplish”.
“You sound
like Elrond sometimes…” The blond eldar smiled as the mention of the Lord of
the house brought a gleam to Erestor´s eyes.
“I know…
The sharing of centuries I suppose…” He smiled warmly and stood. “ I will leave
you to your work”. Pointing to the scattered papers on the table he headed to
the main door where Elladan appeared with both their capes.
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Later that
night Erestor entered Elrond´s study and found his lover as he often found him…
completely immersed in his work He was concentrating so intently that he had
not even realized the other elf’s presence in the room.
Erestor
remained still, leaning on the closed door and watching worshipfully the
unaware elf. No words could ever describe how beautiful Elrond looked to his
eyes, what he really saw when he watched him like this, or in his sleep. How
much desire and passion this particular elf
could provoke in him. How much lust and tender love he had found to
give. And how much he wanted to give it away… give it away to this beautiful,
lovely, creature…
“Are you
planning in staying there all night?…” Elrond mused lifting his head to face
Erestor. “Or are you going to come closer?…” He asked seductively and smiled
tenderly at Erestor´s playful indecision. “Sit, I will get us some Miruvor…”
“I hope you
are not planning on getting me drunk…” Erestor mused, approaching the burning
fire in the crafted stonewall and sat on the olive green carpet as they used to
on nights like this.
“Will I
have to?…” The Lord of Imladris handed the filled goblet to his lover, leaning
over Erestor´s shoulder as he knelt behind him.
“You
might…” Erestor purred closing his eyes as Elrond´s hands brushed the long dark
hair off Erestor´s neck.
“Nay… I
want you sober…” Elrond´s faint whisper collided with the tender pale skin of
his lover’s neck. “I want you to feel… everything I will do to you…” Kissing
the rushed beating line to the earlobe, the half – elf Lord slid one of his
hands inside the other’s robe and shirt feeling a hardening nipple under his
fingers. With a teasing squeeze he caused his lover to moan faintly, melting
backwards into greater contact. “I do
not think I will need to get you drunk… to get what I want…”. He whispered
sensually to the pointy ear, the words followed by an unexpected yet delightful
lick.
“What do
you want?…” Erestor´s cracked voice asked.
“Ammin merna lle,
A´maelarain...” Elrond
purred before nibbling Erestor´s pointy ear. He could felt the other elf’s body
trembling against him, as his mouth and tongue worshiped it’s temporarily
prisoner… The hand inside Erestor´s clothes moved to undo the buttons that
still kept bare skin hidden.
A little
complaint escaped Erestor´s throat as the other elf’s warm mouth stopped its
pleasurable ministrations…
“You will
have more…” The Lord of Imladris whispered between the butterfly kisses he was
spreading all his way down to the collarbone. His hands worked Erestor´s
clothes off, sliding the fabric gently off his shoulders and arms. “I promise…”
The trace of kisses continued to the recently unveiled perfect shoulder… until
a loving hand gently pulled his head up. Elrond´s lips were suddenly assaulted
by Erestor´s in a hungry, passionate kiss.
The Lord of
Imladris could feel his pants gradually growing tighter, binding his needy
flesh… He growled into the kiss as his lover’s hands started to pulled his own
clothes open…Erestor´s naked chest met his, somehow his lover had managed to
face him during the kiss… And his strong hands were pulling their bodies together,
pleading for closer contact…
The Lord of
Imladris´ hands slid from the perfect shaped forms of Erestor´s back muscles to
his bottom, and squeezing hard he drew their erections together.
Both elves
moaned in unison, as their arousals met.
Erestor´s
head had fell backwards in response to the pleasurable sensation, exposing the
pale skin of that irresistible neck… Elrond´s mouth attacked the base of the neck, the junction between shoulder and
neck itself and holding the whimpering body of his lover steady, he sucked
hungrily until the distinctive mark of passion was born on the delicate skin of
his beloved.
Erestor´s
loud, throaty moan made him shiver hard, in anticipation of the pleasure to
come…
The chief
advisor of Imladris searched for his Lords mouth, claiming it for a greedy
kiss… and with out breaking it he pulled his long time lover on top of him.
Elrond´s
fingers tangled in the other’s dark mane… as he kissed his beloved
possessively until the lack of air made
them apart… The half- elf Lord looked into Erestor´s eyes and, after placing an
almost chaste kiss on his lips, he trailed his way down with the back of the
tip of his tongue… until he bumped into the already dark, formed bruise… Elrond
grinned mischievously at his previous work and licked the offensive mark as an
animal would do to his submissive partner. “You are mine…” He stated selfishly
between laps, making Erestor´s
shivering increase…
The chief
advisor’s hands slid between the bodies and pressed against Elrond´s hardness
making the Lord of Imladris moan loudly. “Take this off…” He panted almost
incoherently… Increasing the pressure applied to his lovers groin…
“Not
yet…”Elrond gasped with difficulty while composing himself enough to continue
his way down to Erestor´s nipples. They were incredibly hard… but became harder
under the ministrations of his mouth and fingers. While one provided pleasure, the other provided the right amount
of pain… He knew what to do to push his lover beyond words… and he was going to
do that…
The half-
elf opened the other elf’s pants and pushed his hand inside of them.
Another
throaty moan escaped Erestor´s mouth as Elrond´s fingers encircled his stiff
member. The thumb played on its tip,
spreading the formed droplets alongside of it.
Erestor´s body was quivering and he found himself unable to control it.
He pushed incoherently into the fingers
as they moved up and down his full length.
“Elrond…”
He managed to say almost unintelligibly.
Only a warm mouth responded to
his plea, it engulfed his penis, pulling it deep inside the other’s
throat. Erestor could feel the strong
grip holding him steady, preventing him from shaking too hard.
Elrond
managed to hold his lover steady enough with one hand. The other one found the
opening of his own pants… he pulled them open to release his painfully swollen
member.
“Will … Not
… hold it… long…” Erestor´s fractured voice managed to pant.
Elrond
looked up, not releasing his lover’s need and saw his beloved almost consumed
by the passion of love making… For as much as the Lord Imladris wanted to taste
his lover’s release, he was aware of his own need. He could wait no more…
He drew
back and pulled his beloved’s pants completely off, his own followed. And in
less than a second he came to be on top of Erestor once again…
The
quivering body drew closer, asking to be invaded…
The half-
elf spread the pearly droplets forming on the head of his cock down it and
without further advice he pressed into Erestor´s body, which arched off the
green carpet beneath them.
His desire
proved greater than first expected… The warm passage welcoming him almost
unmade him, Elrond had to tightly close his eyes to command himself to relax a
little. Slowly he started to move in
and out his lover, causing delightful noises from him.
With major
self control the Lord of Imladris managed to imitate his moves on Erestor´s
cock…
With the
loud moan from his lover and the sensation of warm release between his fingers,
Elrond´s thrusts increased in motion and depth, until his need was too much for
him to control…
Elrond
collapsed over Erestor´s chest panting, almost desperately for air as two arms
drew him close and held him protectively.
It took
several minutes for their breathing to become even again… and in those eternal minutes they remained comfortably tangled on
the green olive carpet of Elrond´s study floor…
TBC…
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