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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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The next day passed slowly for the returning sentries, as well as for the inhabitants of Imladris. Elrohir had avoided Elladan, as well as avoiding everyone else, shutting himself away in his room, his sanctuary, where no one could seek him out.
Elrohir sat alone for most of the day, eyes closed to the horrid realization of knowing that he had dropped his standards so easily that last day, giving his brother exactly what he wanted, while taking it all like a debauched whore that he so wanted to believe and think that he was above.
Elladan had been right, there was no difference between the two of them, there was no such thing as freedom of will. He had acted solely on the betrayal of his body, on the gentle touches, passionate kisses, pain and pleasure that his brother had bestowed on him. He had made his mind forget who it was that was taking him, until he had actually enjoyed the sensations, enjoyed the orgasm that his brother's thrusts and hand were giving him, enjoying the caresses and cuts that stung as one across his body.
Tightly he squeezed his eyes shut, as his mind battled between what was worse, Elladan being right, or his body's betrayal over his rationale mind. He leaned back heavily onto his soft feather pillow wrapped beneath a silk cover of the deepest azure. Despite the pillow's softness, it brought no comfort to his heavy body, while he stared up at the silver material that made up the canopy of his bed. The crackling of the burning logs demanded his attention, shifting their position while they burned and turned to ash, but to Elrohir no external sound was able to break through his impermeable flow of thoughts, constantly mocking and ridiculing him since that past day.
He had always believed that loving one's brother was wrong, and with that sin his brother and he would bring ruin to the good name of their father. No longer would he be worthy of calling himself a scion of his illustrious family. Elrohir had always been a mindful individual, focusing on the views, opinions, and regards that others formed about him. Apart from the time he spent in his introversion, Elrohir liked to watch the elder elves that lived in the valley, modeling his conduct on the versed and ancient ones that he so admired. Surely they would find his actions appalling, he for certain did.
And then there was Legolas. He had been there, and had witnessed everything. How was he now to act around the one who had seen his brother ride him, while he shamefully had meet the thrusts and had climaxed at his own brother's hands?
Elrohir had thought that he had tasted affection within Legolas' kiss, but that was before Elladan had used him, had turned his body against him. But no, he couldn't blame Elladan, for the blame lay solely on himself. His cheeks burned scarlet under his shame and bitter tears threatened to surface. He checked them easily enough while his stream of thoughts continued to loop through his mind.
Elrohir would have continued spiraling down with his self-loathing thoughts, but a soft knock on his door snapped his attention away from his thoughts and back to the external world. He could tell by the pattern and rhythm of the knock, that it was neither his father nor Elladan who was rapping on his door.
"Elrohir, are you in?" Legolas' voice rang out, clear and luring and Elrohir found himself standing and walking from his bedchamber to the door before he realized it.
He opened his door to find Legolas there, eyes concerned and confused. They hadn't seen each other since yesterday, at dinner, where the three had avoided glances and words throughout the seemingly everlasting and awkward meal.
"Elrohir," Legolas began before Elrohir could speak any words. "I really must have a word with you, if you are willing, that is." His voice, that seemed a little shy and uncertain though full of remorse and yearning tugged at Elrohir. "Please, would you come with me to my chambers?"
Elrohir found himself nodding, having been drawn in by the gentle and worried expression on Legolas' face and the tonal qualities of his voice. With feet that seemed to walk of their own accord, he followed Legolas down the corridor where the guest suites were located. There within Legolas' room, the two sat by the lit fireplace opposite of each other on matching armchairs.
"What have you to say?" Elrohir asked, voice shaky under the fear that Legolas found him deplorable. 'But you are deplorable!' Elladan's voice laughed through his mind. Elrohir shook his head, trying to disperse that mocking voice within his mind.
As if he could read the thoughts and worries of Elrohir, Legolas leaned forward and gently spoke. "Elrohir, you need not worry. I will not speak of what I have learned. I could not do that to you." Legolas hoped that Elrohir would read the sincerity within his voice and eyes.
Elrohir didn't speak, but instead he lowered his head. He was ashamed of the tears that were forming within his eyes. He squeezed his eyelids tightly, trying his best to keep them from escaping. But try as he might, tears started rolling down his burning face, flushed slightly in his ashamed state. And then suddenly, he felt soft yet strong fingers cup his chin while another long and delicate finger brushed away his tears. Elrohir opened his eyes to see Legolas kneeling on the floor, face turned up to him full of compassion.
"I do not know how this happened, Elrohir." Legolas began, eyes staring directly into Elrohir's pain filled eyes. "Somehow, you have touched a part of me that I have buried deep within, a part of me that I have done my best to kill. I care about you Elrohir. My heart aches for you and I want you to find happiness."
Legolas couldn't believe he was saying these words, when not just a few weeks ago, he had ran from his own conflict.
"Do not let the thoughts of others stop you from finding love or accepting love when someone offers it to you. You are a child of the Valar, and you deserve to be loved. Do not run from it. To be loved is life's most precious gift."
Those simple yet powerful words were like the breaking of mighty dam, unleashing the tears that now streaked freely down Elrohir's face. His strong body rocked with sobs that he could not control. How was it that Legolas did not judge him, but seemed to understand the turmoil he had been living by denying his heart? Here he was weak, and formed his thoughts and beliefs not by what was deep within his heart, but instead by what others around him whispered and believed.
"How?" he tried to form the words that were chocked back with his sobs.
"How could I understand and not judge you?" Legolas said the words for him while he wrapped his arms around him.
"Because Elrohir, whatever you feel and think about yourself, that is not how I view it."
Legolas squeezed the distraught Elrohir affectionately, showing that he truly meant the words that he spoke, while wondering if he could ever find the strength that Elladan had. Legolas wasn't too experienced with the feelings of love, but he couldn't deny the way his heart bleed. He stroked Elrohir's soft hair and he dejectedly added.
“Besides Elrohir, I too gave into your brother's whims. You were not alone in that."
"But, he, he is my brother." Elrohir managed to whisper before he collapsed into Legolas' comforting embrace.
Legolas continued to hug Elrohir, whispering soothing words while he brushed the tears away from his eyes. How could he ease the turmoil within Elrohir's mind, he wondered.
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Erestor was speaking with Elrond in his office, offering his advise with one of the letters that Thranduil had sent with Legolas. Their views were differing, which led to a deep debate between the lord of Imladris and his chief-advisor in response to the lines that were written on the letter with a fluid yet small hand. It was a messenger that broke their discussion, when she suddenly burst into the room, face flushed beneath her worry and hasty arrival.
"Excuse me of the sudden interruption, my Lord." She began as she caught her breath. "But I must tell you that some of the sentries will soon arrive, and they bid me bring this message. There has been a grave injury. You must go to the healing house now Lord Elrond. The sentries request your healing skills."
Alarmed Elrond ordered to the messenger. "Tell two of the healers to bring the injured to the healing house. I will see to them there."
She nodded and hurried to fulfill her commands.
"Erestor please question the sentries, for I need to prepare the healing herbs for the injured. Report to me in the healing house when you have learned of what befell them."
Erestor rose from the desk and made his way outside where he was to wait for the sentries to approach. The quick pace of his walk, and the pained look of worry told all that he passed that something was amiss. Entering the courtyard where the sentries would soon be arriving, Erestor spied Elladan seated on the steps before him, chin cupped within his hands.
"Have you learned of the news concerning the sentries?" Erestor asked as he approached him, noting the disarrayed expression that Elladan wore when he lifted his head to look at him.
"I have heard no news concerning the sentries, but looking at your face, Erestor, I can see that some sort of tragedy has occurred. Know you if it was the party that Glorfindel led out yesterday? Elrohir was supposed to report to him about the orc activity that we had come across. I hope they did not run into the orcs that he and I spotted while we were abroad."
"The messenger spoke not of whose patrol was attacked, nor of whom the injured were. I only know that the urgency and sorrow within her voice disclosed that death has struck this valley. Let us hope the death has not struck with a heavy hand this time."
Erestor's mind snapped into panic at hearing his own words. 'Dear Valar, let it not be Glorfindel they carry here, wrapped within a stained cloak, eyes unseeing, soul departed from this world.'
He turned back to Elladan, who seemed to bear the weight of the world on his shoulders. His already worried heart went out to him. "And what, my friend, would have you setting here, head laden beneath the grief of some problem?"
"It is nothing worth mentioning at the moment, for look, the sentries approach." Elladan rose while Erestor's concerned look moved away from him and onto the approaching party of elves. His heart skipped a beat when he noticed that Glorfindel's horse carried a rider across its back.
Erestor hurried to the approaching party. "Hurry! Get him to the healing house now!"
He cried unnecessarily to the two healers that Elrond had sent to bring the elves to the healing house. Erestor was stricken with panic and worry as he recognized the injured rider atop the horse to be none other then Glorfindel. He watched as the healers and Elladan carried Glorfindel and Cinodon away before he focused his attention to the sentries.
"Counselor Erestor." One began. "The storm, as you know, was terrible. Glorfindel had ordered that we take shelter since the forest we were crossing had become impossible to patrol in. As we were making our way to the shelter, Cinodon had become estranged within the chaos of the storm. Glorfindel went alone to find him, and the two must have been attacked by a pack of orcs. We found two dead orcs not far from where we finally located them. I am sad to say that when we finally found Glorfindel after the storm had relented and after a long search through out the night, he was unconscious in a pool of blood, and Cinodon lay dead beside him. That was almost a day ago, and he has been unconscious ever since."
After listing to the recount of what had happened Erestor made his way to the healing house, his mind filled with sheer panic and worry over Glorfindel. Glorfindel couldn't die, he sobbed from within. It seemed to Erestor that his old haunts had come again to wreck havoc on his life. It was a curse for Erestor to care about anyone, for they always went away it seemed. It was his own stubborn actions that had forced Glorfindel out to that patrol. He shouldn't have been out in that storm and at the mercy of the orcs. He should have remained safe within Imladris, and perhaps even within his arms right now, if he had only but accepted Glorfindel's love.
"Do not think like that." Erestor's resolve snapped back at him. But his pessimistic tendencies chipped away at his firmness, and all of his anger kept pointing the blame of Glorfindel's injury to himself alone.
Erestor entered the healing room and watched as Elrond worked on Glorfindel's injuries. Elladan, who had studied healing under his father's tutelage, assisted his father and was cleaning the long and rigid wound that was cut into Glorfindel's side.
With heavy steps Erestor came to stand by Elrond's side, and he reported back to him what had happened to the group of sentries. The pale coloration of Glorfindel's complexion struck Erestor as frightful, and he could see just how dire Glorfindel's situation was. Concerned large eyes watched Elrond's every move while he tended to the very serious wound.
"Will he recover?" Erestor tentatively asked after standing in a trance-like silence.
"I am afraid his soul is already very close to Mandos, but I will do whatever is in my ability to heal him. His wounds are grave, but Glorfindel is a strong fighter who is known for his stubbornness. If anyone could recover from this wound, it would be Glorfindel."
Elrond continued to speak when he saw the spark of hope that shone through Erestor's deep grey eyes. "But, we most not let our hopes remain too high, as he may still pass away this very night. Only time will tell if he is to live." Elrond added at last, the sadness and worry unmistakable within his voice.
Elladan, who had been rinsing his blood stained hands, turned up to look at his father when he heard those words, concern etched deep into his face. "I will inform Elrohir, father."
Elrond nodded to his eldest who departed the room in silence, knowing just how close the twins were with Glorfindel. Intense apprehension rose within his thoughts at just how his sons would handle another death by the hands of orcs, before his mind snapped shut. Despite the distance of the years that separated him from his wife's tragedy, the bitter pain still tore at him. The pain
always seemed to pull him right back to that dreadful moment in time, and his own heart had never fully healed from that tragedy.
Erestor sighed as silent cold tears he cared not to check fell from his heavy grey eyes. He took a seat next to the Glorfindel, who looked as if death and he were one in the same in his slumber. Erestor vowed to keep a bedside vigil by the fighting Glorfindel.
Elrond had finished with bandaging the wound when a healer handed him an herbal tea that he gently coerced down Glorfindel's throat. He looked to Erestor, as he rested his hand on his shoulder.
“There is nothing left for us to do but wait.” Elrond stated, face as grave as the weight of both their worries.
Erestor didn't respond. He reached out his hand and gently touched Glorfindel's face. The skin was cold and ashen, and Erestor shuddered within.
"You love him but?" Elrond finally asked Erestor.
"I wish not to discuss this Elrond. This is not the time. Glorfindel lays here dying, and you wish to indulge in your curiosity with my personal life!"
"But if he lives, as he very well may, you will have to confront your fears. Can you try to allow yourself to love again?"
"I do not know Elrond." Erestor said.
Elrond motioned for Erestor to rise and he did so, reluctantly. The two departed from Glorfindel's healing room, allowing Glorfindel the restful peace he needed in which to heal.
"I do not like what you two are doing to each other. Your stubbornness and uncertainty is doing neither of you any good. I know it is hard to take a step into the unknown, but it is foolish to not even attempt that possibility. Erestor, you must open your heart, as this is no way to live. For too long have I seen you as a shadow of your former self emotionally. You use to be full of life and love. Erestor, it is time for you to let go of your hurt and pain so you can live and love again." Elrond paused when he saw the cold grey eyes warning him not to continue any further with the subject.
Elrond decided to comply and he concluded. "But, we will discuss this later once we know that Glorfindel will indeed survive, for if he does, then you will have to make a decision and follow through with whatever you decide."
Erestor shook his head, thoroughly annoyed with Elrond. Defying Elrond's request, he went back into Glorfindel's healing room, and he sat beside him. Glorfindel was so still and pale and his eyelids were closed in their healing sleep. Erestor forced his racing thoughts and anxiety to be restrained, and he instead focused on the shallow rise and falls of Glorfindel's chest as he struggled for each breath.
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Elladan hurried down the corridors from the healing wing, making his way to the hall where his brother's chambers were. He knew that he was the last person that Elrohir wanted to see today, but his brother deserved to know that Glorfindel was near death's door. He knocked loudly at his brother's door, but his rapping seemed to fall death to Elrohir's ears. Elladan did his best to keep his composure, but his brother's stubbornness to answer was frustrating him.
"Elrohir!" He called through the heavy wooden door to the one that he sincerely wished would never be separated from him. Elladan paused a moment, waiting to see if his brother would respond to his call, before he continued with the rest of the message.
"I have news concerning Glorfindel. He has been badly injured. If you want to know the details, then I suggest you open your door."
Elladan really didn't feel like yelling in the quite corridors of the family residence, even though he doubted his brother would answer his door until he left. He pressed his ear against the door, straining his hearing to know if Elrohir was responding to his words.
On the other side of the door, Elladan could not make out any sounds. Finally, he put his hand on the doorknob, pulling it open, surprised that the door hadn't been locked. Feeling like he was intruding on his brother's privacy, Elladan stepped into his brother's study. He walked further into the room where he stopped at a spot that allowed him to peek into his brother's bedchamber. He could hear the sounds of the dying fire in the hearth, but he couldn't tell if Elrohir was within the chamber or not.
Shaking his head at his sudden timidity, Elladan strode within his brother's bedroom. He was fairly surprised that his twin was nowhere within the room. Elladan stood puzzled, wondering where his brother could have gone. Elrohir always retreated away to his rooms when he was distressed, and the lack of his brother's presence was unsettling to him.
Cheeks burned when Elladan's mind suddenly deduced where his brother could be. Hastily, he made his way to the guest wing to Legolas' door. Once at the door he knocked upon it loudly, before pressing his ear to see if he could decipher any sounds that came from the guest suite.
Elladan stood back from the door when he heard the sounds of footsteps approach.
"Elladan?" Legolas wasn't entirely surprised to see him at his door. He instantly noticed the anger that was written on his face as well as something else that he couldn't make sense of.
"If Elrohir is here, I must speak with him." Elladan firmly stated to Legolas who gazed at him questionably. "Tell him that something terrible has happened that he must know of."
Realizing that Elladan had something important to reveal to them, Legolas opened the door wider, allowing the twin brothers to face each other.
"Speak, tell me what has happened." Elrohir also noticed the worry that was held within Elladan's face.
Elladan swallowed his jealousy, glaring a little to Legolas before he turned to his brother, whose wary eyes radiated many emotions, though were void of affection towards him. Elrohir's eyes sent a chill down his spine, and he shuddered before he began to speak.
"Glorfindel was wounded badly by orcs, my brother. Even though Father has tended to him, there is no certainty that he will survive this night."
Elrohir sprinted past Elladan, leaving behind Legolas and Elladan. When he reached the healing wing, the first person he saw was his father, talking in a hushed voice to two other healers. Elrohir waited for his father to finish before he approached him.
"Father, how is he?" The emotional mess he had been in from earlier caused tears to reform within his eyes once more.
Elrond placed a comforting pat on Elrohir's shoulder before he answered his question. "Glorfindel is severely injured. His wounds have been treated and he is resting. Orcs attacked and one of the
sentries from his unit died. If you must, you may see him." Elrond pointed to the room where Glorfindel lay, unconsciously.
Elrohir entered the room, surprised to see that Erestor sat by Glorfindel's bedside. Erestor didn't seem to notice his presence, or if he did, he failed to acknowledge it. Elrohir wasn't sure which one it was, so he made a slight cough to announce his presence to Erestor. When Erestor finally made eye contact with him, he moved closer to Glorfindel, taking in his state for the first time.
"Will evil ever stop ruining our lives?" Elrohir finally asked, voice raw with his emotion that he didn't bother masking to Erestor. He looked then at Erestor, who was intently watching Glorfindel. Elrohir was curious as to why he was still in Glorfindel's healing room. And then he saw it, written plainly across Erestor's face, reflected vividly within his deep grey eyes. 'He is worried?' He thought.
Elrohir hadn't known that Erestor cared at all for Glorfindel. 'When did this happen?' he wondered.
Erestor turned his attention back to Elrohir, fully aware that Elrohir had been scrutinizing him. He instantly noticed that Elrohir's eyes were red, as if he had been crying for some time. His brow seemed furrowed with tension and mirrored the expression that he had seen Elladan wear earlier in the day.
"Do you wish to talk, Elrohir?" Erestor pointed to a set that was near to where he sat.
"There is no need." Elrohir answered, not wanting to enlighten Erestor about his relationship with Elladan. He could never face Erestor again if were to learn of his shame.
"Anyways, I should leave Glorfindel to rest, and I did leave Legolas in the middle of a conversation that I should get back to now." He quickly turned to leave, breath caught while he hoped that Erestor wouldn't insist on speaking with him.
Erestor only just nodded at Elrohir's words, too distracted with Glorfindel to assert his support to the obviously hurting elf.
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