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Road to Redemption	By : gwaelinn Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2137 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Road to Redemption (14-15/50)
Author: Gwaelinn
Beta: BookofNicodemus
Rating: NC-17-R overall
Pairings: Lindir/Maglor others to follow
Warnings: Slash (m/m), graphic description of sexual acts
Time line: AU (not really connected to the actual timeline of the books)
Disclaimer: All characters and locations are the sole property of Professor Tolkien�s Estate. This is written only for pleasure and not for profit.
Author notes: The little plot bunny popped up while listening to Loreena McKennit�s The Old Ways. Somehow, the song just screamed �Maglor�.
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Chapter 14

So, it was decided that Maglor would return to Imladris with Lindir and serve as a minstrel. A love-struck smile lit the silver-haired elf�s face every time he looked at Maglor. This could not get any better. Maglor was equally happy. He had given up hope for finding love long ago. He still did not understand how Il�vatar could be so generous; but he was not about to waist time dwelling on it. After they had broken their fast, the two elves began to break camp. Maglor packed what little he had. What he did not take was thrown on the fire. By the time everything was all packed, the sun had begun to set. They ate a modest meal, and curled together to sleep. They would set out for Imladris in the morning. It would be a long trip and they could not delay if there was any hope to cross the mountains before the winter snows.

�I can not express how happy I am.� Maglor whispered. Feeling the breath over his ear caused the smaller elf to shiver. The shivering gave way to a moan as a warm tongue licked the tip of said ear. The minstrel pressed back against his lover, turning his head slightly in a silent invitation. Maglor seized the opportunity and greedily sucked the delicate tip. Tremors coursed through both bodies as passion mounted.

�I had thought to wait until we were in a soft bed to have you again, but I find myself unwilling to wait.� Maglor whispered between nips.

�Have my now.� The sliver elf purred, �It will be some time before we encounter a soft bed. I could not wait so long to make love to you.�

Spooning behind his lover, the Noldo began to explore the supple body beneath his fingers. Lindir moaned as a ridged shaft pushed against his buttocks. Maglor wanted him, that much was obvious. The older elf let his hand stray down the sleek chest to play in the soft nest of curls at the base of a quickly growing erection. Lips moved from the ear to the soft flesh covering the collarbone. Lindir gasped at the assault. The minstrel attempted to turn in the embrace, wanting to face Maglor but the Noldo had other ideas.

�Stay as you are, my lovely one. Relax and let me tend to you.� Maglor slowly stroked the velvety shaft, quickly bringing to its full potential.

�Ahh�that�� Lindir was reduced to panting. �That feels so�aye Maglor I am about to�� Before the silver-haired elf could finish, a climax was ripped from him; he screamed his lover�s name. Maglor held the trembling body as Lindir rode out the waves of pleasure. Gently rolling the younger elf onto his stomach, the Noldo situated himself on his knees between the long legs. Leaning forward, he began to massage Lindir�s shoulders and back. The minstrel groaned. Due to the present position, Lindir missed the wicked and rather predatory glint in his lover�s eyes.

Maglor leaned forward and purred into the delectable ear. �How is this?� Lindir could do little more than groan his response. Maglor slowly began to move his hands down the back, kneading the muscles of the lower back. Sliding back a bit, the dark-haired elf began to massage the twin globes that teased him. Maglor placed a kiss to Lindir�s tailbone. Clever fingers continued to rub and stoke Lindir�s backside, gently spreading the soft mounds. Maglor groaned, as the tight pink entrance was laid bare. Shimmying down a bit further, the older elf spread the lean legs wide and ducked his head to sweep his tongue over the tempting opening. Lindir squirmed and moaned at the stimulation; spreading his legs even farther.

�You like that?� Maglor asked, letting his breath ghost over the quivering opening.

�Oh, yes.� Lindir panted.

�Do you wish me to do it again?� To emphasize his question, Maglor flicked the tip of his tongue just over the opening.

The younger elf gasped, �Yes, please�ahhh� Maglor ran his tongue from the minstrels cleft over the puckered skin and down to tease the sensitive sacs. At this point, Maglor�s arms pressed down on the back of Lindir�s thighs, effectively holding the squirming elf in place. Lindir thought he would die. His flaccid member already began to grow hard again. The friction caused by the blanket below him and the sweet warm tongue teasing him was more than he could stand.

�Saes.� He begged. �Saes, more�ahhh.� Lindir�s heart raced. All his pleading did nothing to expedite the situation. If anything, it caused Maglor to tease and taunt him more. �Melethron�I need� Ohhh..� Maglor�s� wicked tongue again circled the tight opening before the tip pushed its way past the guardian ring. If he could have, the minstrel would have jumped, but he was pinned in place and could do nothing but whimper, plead and accept the stimulation. Every sound and wiggle from Lindir sent a jolt of heat to Maglor� already throbbing groin. Reaching for the ever-present vial of oil, the Noldo coated his fingers and as his tongue thrust in and out, a finger was added. Lindir sighed and relaxed his body. It felt so perfect.

�Now�saes�I�ahhh�hmmm�ready�now.�

�Not yet, my love. I love to see you writher in such a wanton way. Your moans set my body on fire.� A second finger was added and Maglor maneuvered into a kneeling position. Scissoring his fingers and bestowing nips and kisses to Lindir�s backside, the dark-haired elf was able to coax Lindir to his hands and knees.

�Aye, you are beautiful.� Maglor said inserting a third finger.

As the young elf moaned and thrust back against the invading digits, Maglor slicked his erection. Quickly removing his fingers, he slid his member into the willing body, not giving Lindir a chance to miss the thrusting fingers. Thrusting forward at an alarmingly slow pace, the older elf reached below and with his oil-slicked hand grasped Lindir�s weeping shaft. Stroking it with the same languid pace, Maglor brought his other arm around the panting chest and slowly lifted the smaller elf to his knees. Lindir let his head fall back onto Maglor�s strong shoulder. In the stillness of the night, the only sound was a roar of the ocean and the impassioned cried of the lovers as the found completion together. Maglor held his lover tight as they rode out pleasure surging through their bodies. Carefully lowering the silver-haired elf to his knees, Maglor gently removed his member. Gabbing a nearby cloth, the Noldo cleaned his member and his lover�s backside before rolling to the side, pulling Lindir with him. That was how they fell asleep; Maglor spooned behind his silver lover, both elves smiling.

******

Morning came and promised a glorious day for travel. Quickly dressing, the two elves ate a cold breakfast, packed up the bedrolls and left the cave. A surprise awaited them. Lindir looked at Maglor in disbelief as the Noldo looked at a tall figure holding the reigns of an exquisite steed.

�You�re journey will be long as it is. This is a gift to you. He will carry you swiftly to your destination and outrun any harm in your path.�

The elves approached the magnificent animal. The stranger was elf-like, though taller and broader than even Glorfindel. He was rugged looking and carried a great bow. There was a twinkle in his eye that spoke of mischief and daring. Neither elf spoke a name, but both knew who it was that gifted them the horse�Tulkas.

�Well, you do have to mount them if you are to get anywhere.� The Vala chuckled at the stunned elves. �Come on now, up you go.� Helping both elves to mount, the Vala smiled and smacked the horse�s flank. The great beast surged forward like the wind. The journey home had begun.

Redemption (15/?)

So it was that the two elves began their journey to Imladris. They rode swiftly during the day and spent their evenings sharing stories of their pasts, and warm embraces. They had only traveled for four days when they came upon Gildor and his company. Maglor reluctantly let Lindir persuade him to stay with the caravan for the night. They were well received, and if the golden lord recognized Maglor, he made no comment about it. In the morning, the bards prepared to move on.

�Have a safe journey,� Gildor said, looking up to the mounted elves, �and know that you are always welcome among my people�both of you.�

Lindir thanked the lord as Maglor nodded in respect. A gentle nudge on the flank and the horses were off.

That night, when they had come to a stop, Maglor seemed withdrawn.

�Meldir?� Lindir sat next to the quiet elf. Maglor hung his head and that worried Lindir even more. �What troubles you so? Please tell me.�

Maglor sighed, �Gildor knew who I was�I know he never said anything, but he knew. Still he welcomed us. I do not understand.� Finally looking at his lover, the Noldo�s eyes held confusion.

Wrapping Maglor in an embrace, Lindir whispered, �It has been a long time, elves change - you have changed. It can be seen in your eyes. Gildor is a wise and honorable elf�he would not give judgment without knowing the whole story.�

Maglor leaned into the embrace before continuing. �I would like to go to Lothlorien.� Lindir pulled away to stare at the Noldo. Not giving himself a chance to back down, Maglor continued, �There is one there whom I and my brothers brought sadness to directly�Celeborn of Doriath. I need to see him, see if he can forgive me. I also would like to see that woman again.� Maglor turned pleading eyes to the young minstrel. �Please?�

Lindir pushed Maglor�s head to rest on his shoulder. �If you feel you must confront that part of you past, then I will stand by you. Still, would it not be better to see Elrond first?�

�No. Celeborn is Elrond�s father-in-law. I do not want his love for his daughter�s husband to affect his feelings. I want to know he forgives me because he does, not because he wished to make Elrond happy.�

�Then we head to the Golden Wood tomorrow. Come, rest. I will hold you in your sleep. You are not alone in this.�

Stealing a soft kiss, Maglor lay down, pulling Lindir with him. �I know.�

******

When morning came, they headed toward Lothlorien. With the swift pace of Tulkas� horse, they made it there in nearly half the time it should have taken. The guardians met them at the boarder. Maglor kept his hood up and let Lindir do the talking.

�Mae Govannen, Orophin. May we take shelter in your woods?�

The guardian laughed at the formal tone. �You are welcome here, minstrel; but pray tell, who is your companion?�

Taking that as his cue, Maglor lowered his hood and looked the Silvan elf in the eyes. �I am Gaerlinn (Sea-song). I am a minstrel, like Lindir.�

Orophin looked between the two and smiled. �Come, you can rest in the talans tonight. Tomorrow I will guide you to the city. I am sure the Lady would like to see you again, Lindir.�

Nodding his thanks, Lindir dismounted. Maglor followed suite. They unburdened their horses and let them roam free for the night. They were certain the animals would reappear come morning.

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Flashback - First Age.

The frightened elflings did not understand what they had done to make the adults so angry. They also did not understand why their father never returned to them, or why their mother locked herself in her room. All they knew was that they were afraid. They had been found by the Sons of Feanor, huddled together in a darkened corner of their nursery. When someone tried to seperate them, one of the twins lashed out and bit the elf on the forearm. Letting out a scream, the older elf raised his hand to strike the impudent youngling. The blow never fell.

�Leave them be!� A voice said from behind the menacing elf.

�Go away Maglor. You have no business here.�

�You will not touch the elflings.� A young dark-haired elf growled as he came to stand between the twins and their attacker.

�These pups are Elwing�s spawn. They hold no use to us; even she abandoned them�the little half-breeds.� With a chilling laugh, Curufin glared at the two frightened children. �Let us see how they fair in the wilds!� He commanded to his followers. �Let them fend for themselves.� The group laughed.

�No!� Maglor shouted. �They will die!�

�And your point, *little* brother?� It was true. Although Maglor was older, he was quite a bit smaller of stature than most of his brothers. He ignored the insult.

Maglor took a deep breath and faced off with his brother. �I will not allow their fate to be the same as Elured and Elurin.� The young Noldo held his ground as his much larger brother advanced.

�You are soft.� Curufin sneered. �A coward. You have not the will or the courage to stand by the oath you took!�

�These little ones did not stand in our way! They do not deserve our wrath.� Maglor pleaded.

�Stand aside, Maglor. I will be damned before I let the offspring of Earendil live!�

�What is going on in here?� A voice boomed. Another large Noldo entered the nursery. He looked past the others and found two pair of steel-grey eyes staring fearfully at him.

Curufin turned to the new elf. �They are Earendil�s brats� he spat.

�As I can see. What have you done with their mother?� The elf eyed the small group suspiciously.

�We did nothing to the witch! She threw herself out the window into the sea, and took the gem with her.�

�No!� A small voice screamed, as one of the elflings attempted to attack Curufin. Maglor was quicker and caught the distraught elfling.

�Shhh, little one, all will be well,� he said softly as he held the small form to his chest. Within a heartbeat, the second elfling scooted toward his brother and what seemed to be a protective embrace. Maglor looked at his older brother. �Maedhros, they mean to take them and leave them in the wilds; just like the sons of Dior.�

Pulling himself to his full height, which dwarfed all present, Maedhros stepped beside Maglor. �The children stay here. Their people will find and tend to them,� he hissed, daring the others to oppose him. Curufin glared at his brother. Maedhros might have been oldest, but he had no stomach for battle anymore.

The furious Noldo pushed past Maedhros. �This is not over, *brother*. We will see what Celegorm and Caranthir say of the brats� fate.� With that he stormed from the room, taking his followers with him. Worry clouded Maedhros� eyes.

�Maglor, quickly pack a few of their belongings. We take them with us. I do not trust to leave them here. Our brothers are driven by blood-lust and will do whatever it takes to see these little ones dead.� Maglor nodded and after extracting himself from the small arms, he began to throw clothing and a few toys and books into a pack. The twins watched, with fear still shining in their eyes. Shouts and the clang of metal drew closer. The boys began to tremble, and tears flowed freely down their cheeks.

�Quickly, we must go, NOW! The rest are coming. We cannot stand against our brothers.� Maedhros hoisted one of the elflings onto his hip, sword in hand. Maglor grabbed the other and followed his oldest brother from the room.

�Quiet now little one, we must find safety.� Small arms wrapped around Maglor�s neck and a little head tucked itself in the crook of his shoulder. At that moment, a bond was formed.

End flashback - Third age.

*******

�Elrond. Elrond!� The golden warrior glanced at Elrond�s chief counselor with concern. The warrior moved forward and put a hand on his Lord�s shoulder. Elrond turned with a start.

�Forgive me my friends.� He smiled, and finished pouring the wine he had gone to the side-table to get in the first place.

�Did you have a vision?� Glorfindel asked carefully.

�No, only a fleeting memory. Now, where were we? Ahh yes, Erestor, you were telling us about your first crush.�

�I most certainly was not!� The dark-haired counselor said indignantly. Elrond and Glorfindel laughed at the blush that crept over the striking face.
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