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The Dance On Water	By : redkiwi Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2174 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Elladan and Elrohir had spent the morning showing Legolas around the valley of Imladris. Although their guest had been most interested and enthused with seeing and learning the history and sights of the valley of Imladris, Legolas yearned for something more during his visit here.
In his attempts to decipher the twins, Legolas had caught the signs of an underlying conflict that echoed between the two, undulating as if it were a great wave that crashed and rolled across a strong but battered and breaking shoreline. Having two brothers of his own, Legolas knew that what ever tore at the twins was something that he had never experienced with his own siblings. However, the conflict that resonated between the two touched a piece of his own torment buried and locked deep inside his heart.
'It could not be the same.' Legolas thought to himself, studying the twins while they strolled around the valley.
Now that it was midday, they had stopped near one of the many waterfalls that surrounded the Last Homely House to eat the small picnic that they had brought. Soon, they sat laughing and eating with the tensions of the morning forgotten with each passing hour.
Elrohir could only just look and think of Legolas. He was unable to keep the strange, yet very seductive Legolas from his mind. Elrohir had never felt the desire of another before, that wasn't his brother. This delighted Elrohir, and it brought him great comfort. Elladan was wrong. He was fully in control of his mind when it came to love.
Legolas, who was not blind to the eye of interest and attraction, studied Elrohir as he tried to determine what he should do with him. He could tell that Elrohir studied him. His eyes were steadfast on him, and this excited Legolas.
Elladan too studied his brother and Legolas, and the strong attraction that radiated between the two surged like an electricity between them. It was far too transparent, and it bothered and burned within Elladan's mind. He grew angry and his jealousy raged within.
"We have tarried here for too long." Elladan suddenly announced, annoyed with the company and setting. "Let us return back to the house."
"And what would you suggest we do there?" Elrohir rolled from his side onto his stomach, eyes level with his brother's. His dark eyes glared in warning.
"What does it matter what we do or do not do?" Elladan rose from the ground, ignoring his brother's warnings, stretching his agile body. Legolas and Elrohir too rose. The tension between the three was intense.
"Set your eyes on the western sky." Legolas informed the twins of the impending storm. "We should do as Elladan has suggested, or we will be caught in the storm."
To the west, the sky was dark and with their far seeing eyes and their far hearing ears, the group could see and hear the pine trees bowing down beneath the might of the wind. The distant thunder followed shortly, chased by mighty lightning.
“Are you afraid of the storm?" Elladan snickered again, back turned from the dark threatening sky. "Or have you the sense?" His eyes gleamed at Legolas.
"Know you not the wraith of nature?" Legolas moved closer to Elladan, whose eyes were
unreadable, save for the shimmer of amusement that shone from the depths of those deep grey eyes.
Angered and annoyed by his brother's antics, Elrohir stepped between the two. "Let us just return home. Father would not be pleased to know that we have kept a guest out within the elements."
"This is far from over." Elladan warned to Elrohir who was busy packing their belongings.
"Indeed it is not." Legolas took the basket from Elrohir's hands, placing it back onto the ground, whose blades of young tender grass blew as if it were a slight green wave in the gusts of the strong wind.
"You wish to stay out here?" Elladan was briefly taken aback, but he smiled to the one before him.
"You seemed surprised?" Legolas settled himself back onto the ground, face uplifted to the increasingly darkening sky.
"Nothing surprises my brother." Elrohir stated as he too seated himself onto the ground, defeated and exasperated. "Instead, he prides himself on his ability to appall others."
"I see." Legolas closed his eyes as the wind picked up in intensity, blowing stray leaves into their hair and across the river's waves and grassy earth on which they lay.
"Now tell me, do you really see?" Elladan's face hovered above Legolas. Bright silver-speckled green eyes looked into his own green-speckled grey eyes.
"I assume you wish to be the one to open my eyes." Legolas' irritated voice mocked Elladan. 'Far too predictable.' He sighed from within.
"Not your eyes, for already I sense you see. Though, I am not sure to what extent your sight is robbed by blindness, or by your tedious search for the implicit truth."
Legolas, who was tiring fast with Elladan's game, continued along with him nonetheless however. He sighed rather loudly before he responded.
"I have never indicated that I am hindered by my "blindness", and that whatever truth there is in this world, it is all but exhausted to me now. I can assure you that I seek after that no longer. The only thing, I must admit, is that perhaps I grow bored here by lack of stimulus."
Elladan didn't respond, but instead he leaned forward and he pressed a kiss to Legolas' lips, which instantly opened, accepting the kiss. He accommodated Elladan's tongue, allowing him to press it within his mouth.
Elladan pressed harder against his lips, wrapping his tongue around Legolas' tongue, while his hands kneaded the shoulders beneath him. He leaned his body nearer to the one beneath him, pressing his bulging erection closer to Legolas' erection.
Legolas was excited, but he was willing to drag out his evasions, and he pulled back, smiling with his wicked and swollen lips. His green eyes gleamed, and he didn't protest when Elladan pulled him back into another kiss.
Elrohir shook his head and he turned from the scene. His anger towards his treacherous brother boiled within his mind, while he watched the choppy waves of the Bruinen River. Of course Elladan would have to involve Legolas within their feud, as if their relationship was not complicated enough. He sighed and angrily tossed a stone into the choppy river, cursing his brother's name within his mind.
Elladan rolled away from Legolas, and he turned to his twin who sat with his back to him. "Come join us, my brother. Do not tell me that you wish to watch the river when the true flood is here on the banks."
Elrohir did not stir nor did he answer Elladan, but he instead kept his back to both Elladan and Legolas.
Elladan's heart yearned while he watched his brother sit with his back to him. "Elrohir, do you not hear me?"
"This grows old." Legolas rose, ready to leave the brothers alone to the storm, and alone to themselves. Annoyance was coming over him, and he was afraid that he had read the whole situation wrong. "If this is your explicit truth, then I will seek my amusement elsewhere."
"Stop!" Elrohir suddenly spoke, angered by Legolas' sudden and cold assessment. "No one denies the will of my brother so easily."
His sudden alliance with Elladan bewildered his mind, exciting him as he watched the curious smiles that spread across Legolas' handsome face, and his own brother's face.
"Not even you?" Legolas' curiosity had been stirred. Could it be that the beautiful twins were more like him than he thought. 'But would they be bold enough to include me within their play?' His thoughts wondered.
"Pray, tell me what your brother's hand has done to you?"
"If you really want to know, then how could we deny you?" Elrohir whispered as Elladan approached Legolas from behind, pressing a dagger against his throat.
"Will you humor us, oh Prince of Greenwood, or would you leave us alone to our own amusements?"
Elladan's offer was little left to the imagination, as the dagger pressed a little deeper, sending a trickle of blood down the pale throat. His bulging erection pressed Legolas from behind, and his heart pounded within his chest.
"How could I not when you offer yourselves to me in such an intriguing way?"
Legolas suddenly grabbed hold of Elladan's wrist, twisting the arm around as he spun out from the embrace. The dagger now lay across the width of Elladan's throat, slightly pressing in, causing a slight stream of scarlet to trickle down his own skin.
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Erestor watched, detached as he saw the storm approach. He had learned that Glorfindel had volunteered to lead the group of sentries on the border patrol from the other counselors who were seated with him in the council room. He focused his attention not on the reports that the speaking counselor debated on, but instead his thoughts drifted to Glorfindel. His anxiety compiled with the pain that traveled down his arm caused him to ignore the present council and issues that Gilnir was so diligently presenting regarding Greenwood's responses.
During councils, Erestor was always attentive and interested, no matter how mundane they were,
but his mind was far too heavy to focus on anything today. He kept his thoughts on Glorfindel's safety, and he hoped that he was out of the direct path of the storm. The storm he feared not, but he knew that the storm would complicate the group's patrol while in dangerous territory.
Elrond sighed inwardly, noticing the inattentiveness from his chief advisor who sat by his side in the council room. He was fairly certain that Erestor's mind was on Glorfindel. With his keen senses, Elrond could smell the metallic quality of blood that came from Erestor. Flashbacks that were triggered by the smell of the blood entered his mind from his past dealings with Erestor.
Elrond seriously worried about his two friends. They were two of the most stubborn individuals that he had ever met before in his life. Their pointless tortures were doing neither of them any good. He was definitely going to have a word with Erestor after the council.
Elrond's attention was suddenly snapped back as he realized that his counselor had been addressing him. Having not heard the report for several moments, he had no idea how to respond. Quickly collecting his wits, Elrond had to say something.
"Counselor Gilnir, we should continue to explore this topic at the next scheduled council. Please prepare another report and if any decisions are to be made, I will make them then. If no on else has any issues to address, then I declare today's meeting over."
Elrond glanced around at his seated counselors, whom he then dismissed. He grabbed hold to Erestor's arm before he could leave. "I would like to speak with you Erestor."
"Of course Elrond." Erestor honestly did not feel like speaking with Elrond, but the look on Elrond's face told him that he would not be able to defy his lord's wish to converse.
"Let us talk in my study then. We will have less of a chance for interruptions there."
Elrond led Erestor to his personal chambers into his comfortable and splendid sitting room. Since the storm had caused the spring day to be rather chilly, the large fireplace had been lit to warm the room.
Erestor seated himself on one of the divans that were situated near the welcoming warmth from the hearth. Before Elrond sat he poured both himself and Erestor a glass of wine, and after he had handed Erestor his wine goblet he sat on the twin divan that was opposite of Erestor. They both sipped their wine while they listened to the ferocious sounds of the storm, simultaneously with that of the soft and spontaneous crackles and bursts of the burning logs from the fireplace.
Elrond hoped that the wine and atmosphere would have a calming effects on Erestor. If that didn't work, he was sure he could find words to ease his friend's pain.
"I was most surprised to learn this morning that Glorfindel had led the border patrol." Elrond began. "I found out from some of the guards. Glorfindel had told me nothing of his plans on leaving this morning. Did he mention his intentions to you?" Elrond led Erestor to the desired subject that he wanted to address with him.
Erestor mentally groaned while he drained the remaining liquid in his wine glass. He knew that Elrond wanted to know exactly what had occurred between the two of them last night. It really wasn't any of Elrond's business, but he felt that he always had to be involved in all of his friends' affairs. Once Elrond's curiosity was sparked, nothing could stop the determined lord from having his wish of knowing every minuet detail in any situation. Erestor knew that Elrond would stubbornly keep at him until he spoke of what had occurred that night.
"Perhaps some more wine?" Elrond reached for Erestor's glass as he rose from the divan. Moments later he had returned the now filled goblet to Erestor and was once again seated on the plush divan.
"No, he did not inform me that he would personally be leading the patrol this day." Erestor reclined back onto the comfortable divan while he focused on the sounds that clashed within the room. He would just shut Elrond out, since he really didn't fell like discussing his feelings or actions with Glorfindel to Elrond.
Elrond studied Erestor while he sat on the divan. The soft light from the fireplace caused Erestor's skin to glow sensuously, and Elrond couldn't help but voyeuristically watch as the golden light danced across the handsome features of his occasional lover.
The two of them had had a casual relationship for a while now, although both knew that nothing would ever result from it. Neither of them had completely allowed themselves to fall in love with the other. They only simply enjoyed the intimacy that such encounters produced to warm their aching and wounded hearts. Elrond had been the first to initiate their casual relationship, since he had always been attracted to the Erestor. He let himself muse over his desires and of Erestor, while he slowly sipped his wine:
He had known Erestor from the time that he was born, since Erestor had been the son of one of the counselors and lore-masters for Gil-galad. Elrond had been a counselor to the High-King, and he knew Erestor's father well. Erestor had grown to be exceptionally intelligent, and thus had become one of Gil-galad's researchers, working beneath the lore-masters.
Elrond had always found Erestor to be attractive, but Elrond had been infatuated with Gil-galad back then. Then Erestor had left the lands of Lindon for Eregion, despite the deep rift between the two realms that had resulted over the forging of the rings and the trusting of Sauron. It was in Eregion that Erestor had found his love and had married. Erestor had made a rather happy, but short-lived life for himself in the city of Ost-in-Edhil, where he served as a researcher for Lord Celebrimbor.
Unfortunately, Erestor's happy life had been cut short due to the war that Sauron had waged against the Elven smiths of that region. The city and the realm had been destroyed when it fell to Sauron. Gil-galad had sent Elrond to aid the smiths, despite the tensions that the two lands shared. In the end, Elrond was able to save Erestor, whom he had found badly wounded, but tragically he was unable to save neither his wife nor his young son.
The loss and tragedy of the war with Sauron had been great with the fall of Eregion. Elrond had to retreat with what little survivors remained of the Noldor from that land. He had welcomed them all to help him found Imladris as a refuge for the weary and for those who longed for serenity. Elrond had brought Erestor with him to the hidden valley in which Imladris would be built.
Although Elrond was busy with overseeing the construction of the refuge and organizing the labour, he often checked on the healing process of his old friend. Erestor had slowly recovered from his physical wounds, but the emotional wounds were far too much for him. Elrond easily could sense that his friend was dying from his grief, as the signs of fading were all evident. It was with sheer determination that Elrond had kept Erestor from fading. However, although Erestor was no longer fading, he had tried to end his life when he had slit his writs with a pair of daggers. It had taken all of the skill of Elrond as well as several other healers to keep Erestor's fea from traveling to the Halls of Mandos.
As time moved ever forward, the grief and pain had somehow subsided, but Erestor had retreated within himself. Erestor had constructed impenetrable defenses to insure that his heart and soul would never be wounded again. Though he proved an excellent counselor to Elrond, Erestor was distant and detached in all other aspects of life. It pained Elrond to see Erestor in such a state, but there was nothing that he could do to fully heal him.
It had been Elrond who had first sought Erestor out, and despite Erestor's reluctances, he had finally allowed himself to find comfort in Elrond's arms. And over the years, what had once been only sporadic, slowly intensified with Celebrian's sailing to the West. Both had found comfort in each other's arms, but they both knew that neither of their hearts were completely in it. Elrond was still in love and yearned for Celebrian, and Erestor simply was not in love with Elrond, as his emotions had been caged and locked away. Their relationship had never grown from just the casual few times that they sought each other out over the years.
Out of his reflections, Elrond admired the beauty of Erestor as he continued to watch him recline. He loved the silken long raven locks that his fingers never grew tired of running through. He could lose himself within those deep captivating eyes, spending countless moments staring into those enigmatic grey orbs.
The light from the fire danced across Erestor's handsome facial features. Those slender eyebrows that arched so temptingly to Elrond, that nose, and those full and sensuous lips called to him.
Elrond loved the feel of that slender and lithe body under him, and the way that Erestor's smooth and delicious skin felt when they made love. He loved Erestor's bittersweet taste as he often found himself yearning for those kisses, and that intimacy with him.
Elrond knew that he could love Erestor, if only Erestor would just let him. But Elrond's mind scolded what his heart told him, and he reminded himself that Celebrian was still there for him, far beyond the sea.
Elrond rose from the divan, as his wine glass was once again empty. Instead of refilling his glass though, he leaned over the still form of Erestor and gently caressed the silken strands of dark hair. Identical grey orbs peered at him from heavily lashed eyelids, and Erestor's lips parted slightly as to protest. Elrond seized the opportunity and placed a kiss to the lips below him. Elrond knew that words could always come later, as right now Erestor needed a distraction to ease his heart and soul.
Erestor inwardly sighed, but he accepted Elrond's kiss and invitation. Perhaps laying with Elrond would distract his mind for a while. He found it odd though, that he had no problem laying with Elrond, but when Glorfindel had offered himself to him he had turned him down.
Of course he wasn't in love with Elrond. There was no worry that his heart would break if someone else caught Elrond's eye. With Glorfindel it was different. To know the touch and taste of Glorfindel only to know that he had moved onto another would kill him, he believed. He loved Glorfindel and because of that, he didn't want to correlate pain with the one who made his heart warm, who filled his dreams with beauty and life.
Erestor didn't protest, although he felt like a hypocrite when Elrond captured his hands and led him into his bedchamber, as the storm raged on outside.
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The storm had intensified throughout the group's ride towards the shelter. The thick fog, heavy winds, and torrential rain were causing considerable difficulties for the group to stay together. The brilliant and terrible flashes of lightning lit the sky, while the deafening thunder roared and shook the earth around them. Glorfindel yelled for his sentries to stay close together, above the heavy winds and between the sounds of lightning and thunder that crashed through the sky. Panic was flashing through his mind and he seriously worried about the safety of his soldiers. As leader of the patrol it was his duty to make sure that all the sentries made their way to the shelter.
Through the thick fog and heavy rain, Glorfindel could slightly make out the distant outline of the shelter. He motioned and yelled for his sentries to continue onward as he stopped and counted their numbers. He would not enter the shelter until the very last of them was out of the storm.
Glorfindel scanned his surroundings as the last of the sentries had passed him. The number that had passed him did not match up with the number that had set out with him that morning however. One of his sentries had become lost in the storm.
Glorfindel called to the last sentry who had passed him to alert him that he would search for the missing sentry. He handed his horse to a nearby guard, deciding that he would search on foot. Carefully he retraced the steps that the group had made on their way towards the shelter. He strained his sharp senses as he tried to see, or hear the missing sentry. But the intense nature of the storm veiled and obscured all but the immediate near, leaving Glorfindel to believe that the search would be in vain until the storm died down. But as any good captain, Glorfindel would not leave one of his sentries alone to the storm. If there was a way, Glorfindel would use it to find the lost sentry.
He continued his search eastward, all the while scanning the territory that surrounded him. The heavy fog that blanketed the ground and wrapped itself around the trees obscured from Glorfindel whatever tracks there may have been from the missing sentry. A strong gust of wind blew the stinging cold rain into Glorfindel's face. He paused as he focused his mind with the trees, hoping that their ancient voices would aid him in his search and lead him to the missing sentry. However, their voices were lost within the wind, muffled and confused until their familiar language was incomprehensible to his elven ears.
A little disoriented, Glorfindel continued to move forward until he found himself falling. He had tripped over something that he had missed under the thick fog. He moved to the area in which the obtrusion lay and felt with his hands what it was.
"By the Valar!"
His scream was lost as it was carried away with the strong wind and violent flash of lightning. Through the thick fog, Glorfindel could feel the form of a body. He instantly knew that the figure was indeed his lost sentry. Glorfindel raised the still figure above the fog and quickly checked his breathing and pulse.
"You are alive, but what happened?"
Glorfindel asked himself while he continued to check over the sentry whom he recognized as Cinodon. Glorfindel could tell that he was severely injured, and was unconscious. He looked around his surroundings, trying to locate whatever had attacked Cinodon. The storm was beginning to die down, but Glorfindel could not make out any enemy that may be lurking around him. He carefully lifted the Cinodon, but stopped suddenly as he heard the sound of movement in the underbrush to his left despite the heavy sounds of the storm.
Glorfindel did not se the flash of metal that cut into his side, and he fell to the wet earth.
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