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Nir-e-guren
Title-Nir-e-guren
Author-red_lasbelin (red_autumn@mail2gold.com)
Pairing- Erestor/??? Glorfindel/???
Rating- NC-17 or very hard R (I think)
Warnings-Character death, buckets of angst, slash, gore, suicide.
Disclaimer-I don't own them, Tolkien would die if he read this . . .
Archive- http://www.angelfire.com/moon2/khylea/authors/RedLasbelin.html
Anywhere else just ask, 99.9% of the time I'll say yes.
Beta-Keiliss. Any remaining mistakes are mine. (Mine...my love...my precious)
Summary-Erestor watches.
He had seen them. Seen them walk through the gardens as he stood watching from his balcony. Shrouded in the shadows, as always, Erestor watched. Watched as Glorfindel brushed a stray hair back into place for his companion. Each gentle touch he bestowed thrust daggers into Erestor, but what brought him to his knees in agony was the passionate kiss Glorfindel bestowed on the smiling face
Tears streamed from his brown eyes as he knelt on the cold floor.
'Cold floor?' Erestor thought. 'It is getting far more terrible than I thought...' By the time he was able to stand, they had moved to another part of the garden.
As he looked out at the darkening sky, the crisp Narbeleth air played with his dark hair, sending a shiver down his spine. All of a sudden, he was cold, ice cold.
Moving quickly inside, he peeled off his robes of office and donned his nightclothes. Then he buried himself under the covers of his huge bed. But as he lay there shaking, the scene of Glorfindel's lips descending replayed over and over in his distressed mind. The multiple covers he had piled up to fight away the bone-chilling cold seemed to wrap around him, slowly suffocating him. With a shuddering cry, he heaved the blankets off him and fled from the bed, tripping on a cover he had kicked off.
Erestor stayed where he was, trying to calm the wild pounding of his heart. In a last attempt, he thought of his nir-e-guren, of his soft gray eyes that would change according to his mood. He had known him for a very long time, and had loved him for at least half as long.
He had watched him grow, to love and lose loved ones and then he had watched him marry. He watched him try and heal his wife and had been there when he broke down after she left for Valinor. And now he watched him finally heal from the grievous pain in his life and Erestor had nothing to do with it. All the years he had spent by Elrond's side, for naught. He had never needed him, never loved him. No, he had not loved him; he loved his best friend instead.
Glorfindel. The name seemed to whisper in his ear. The golden Noldo was his closest friend. He had confided in him for years, even about his deepest secret, his love for his lord. And now? Now Glorfindel loved Elrond and Elrond him. All because Erestor could not tell Elrond three simple words. I love you.
Suddenly his body shook violently. He shared a close link with Elrond, as he was his sworn protector. Erestor loved this, as he felt so close to him, feeling his emotions. Now he cursed it with every breath in his body. He could *feel* it.
**The mouth moving over his chest, licking his nipples.**
Erestor hardened against his will. "No.." he breathed. "This *cannot* be happening!"
However the huskiness of his voice belied his words. Panicking, he scrambled to his feet hearing
**Elrond's whimper as Glorfindel placed butterfly kisses on his inner thigh.**
"NO!" He screamed, holding his hands over his pointed ears as if to stop it. "STOP IT!" He felt his heart beat wildly, too fast.
**Elrond moaned helplessly as a moist heat surrounded him.**
"Stop it...PLEASE!" His worse nightmare was coming true, Glorfindel and Elrond were binding and he was living every moment of it.
**Glorfindel inserted an oiled finger in the tight entrance**
"No, not this..." Erestor's chocolate eyes now had a look of desperation. Rushing over to the desk, he withdrew a long object from his drawer.
**When Glorfindel found the nub inside the body lying beneath him, he added another finger, stretching...**
He pulled the sheath from the mithril knife in his grasp. The full moon filtered through the rooms and added a wicked gleam to the metal.
**Judging the moans from Elrond, Glorfindel slipped a third finger into the warmth that just waited for his arousal.**
He drew a deep breath and dragged the knife along the tender part of his forearm. Warmth spread along his arm, feeling almost comforting in the coldness of the room. Wanting to feel, he did the same thing to the opposite arm. Crimson liquid contrasted sharply with his pale skin.
**Withdrawing all fingers and earning a whimper from the prostrate Elrond, he poured more oil on his hand and rubbed it on his aching length.**
Erestor's mouth was open in a silent scream, his body taunt in anticipation of the impalement. He raised his blood-drenched hands and brought them over his face, his body racking with muffled sobs.
**"Do you want me?" Glorfindel asked, seductively as he positioned himself over the grasping hole exposed before him. "Yes." Elrond sighed, spreading his legs further. "Your wish is my command." With that Glorfindel entered him.**
Raising the knife, Erestor sliced across his carotid artery. Blood spewed, soaking his cream-colored robe. Sinking to the floor, he had no choice but to watch as
**Glorfindel took Elrond, who groaned at the feeling of being spilt upon Glorfindel's thick shaft. Glorfindel didn't stop until he was completely in. Then he paused, waiting for Elrond to adjust to his girth. Moments later, Elrond nodded and he began moving. Finding Elrond's pleasure spot, he aimed for it, needing to hear the delightful sounds issuing from the writhing Elrond.
As they moved in tandem, they felt something different. Their fea were fusing together. As Glorfindel neared his peak, he fisted Elrond, bringing him to the edge with him.**
The blood by now had almost completely spilled from his body and he felt a presence in the room. He was dressed in black from head to toe, drawing a feeble smirk from Erestor. He moved with an unworldly grace, stepping over the blood-soaked blankets surrounding the frail form.
"Erestor." His voice was deep and soothing, calming Erestor's fears at once. He opened his mouth and tried to speak but only a wheezing sound came forth. He tried again, this time with success.
"Have you come to take me?"
Namo looked sadly at Erestor, the burning black gaze making him shiver slightly. "Yes, I have." He was solemn and Erestor drew a deep, relieved breath. Then he noticed the vision of Glorfindel and Elrond had gone. At his surprised expression, Namo nodded gravely. Erestor managed a weak smile and held his bleeding arms out to Namo.
"Take me now please." Namo gathered Erestor's fea in his arms. But before he left, the vision appeared once more.
**Glorfindel thrust one last time into the willing body of Elrond, while stroking him. With a final cry, Glorfindel came in tune with Elrond, their fea one.**
With one final tear rolling down his face, Erestor's last words spilled from his cold lips. "Fare thee well, nir-e-guren."
And with that final benediction, his fea fled to Mandos
The End
Nir-e-guren – bane of my heart
Narbeleth - October
Author-red_lasbelin (red_autumn@mail2gold.com)
Pairing- Erestor/??? Glorfindel/???
Rating- NC-17 or very hard R (I think)
Warnings-Character death, buckets of angst, slash, gore, suicide.
Disclaimer-I don't own them, Tolkien would die if he read this . . .
Archive- http://www.angelfire.com/moon2/khylea/authors/RedLasbelin.html
Anywhere else just ask, 99.9% of the time I'll say yes.
Beta-Keiliss. Any remaining mistakes are mine. (Mine...my love...my precious)
Summary-Erestor watches.
He had seen them. Seen them walk through the gardens as he stood watching from his balcony. Shrouded in the shadows, as always, Erestor watched. Watched as Glorfindel brushed a stray hair back into place for his companion. Each gentle touch he bestowed thrust daggers into Erestor, but what brought him to his knees in agony was the passionate kiss Glorfindel bestowed on the smiling face
Tears streamed from his brown eyes as he knelt on the cold floor.
'Cold floor?' Erestor thought. 'It is getting far more terrible than I thought...' By the time he was able to stand, they had moved to another part of the garden.
As he looked out at the darkening sky, the crisp Narbeleth air played with his dark hair, sending a shiver down his spine. All of a sudden, he was cold, ice cold.
Moving quickly inside, he peeled off his robes of office and donned his nightclothes. Then he buried himself under the covers of his huge bed. But as he lay there shaking, the scene of Glorfindel's lips descending replayed over and over in his distressed mind. The multiple covers he had piled up to fight away the bone-chilling cold seemed to wrap around him, slowly suffocating him. With a shuddering cry, he heaved the blankets off him and fled from the bed, tripping on a cover he had kicked off.
Erestor stayed where he was, trying to calm the wild pounding of his heart. In a last attempt, he thought of his nir-e-guren, of his soft gray eyes that would change according to his mood. He had known him for a very long time, and had loved him for at least half as long.
He had watched him grow, to love and lose loved ones and then he had watched him marry. He watched him try and heal his wife and had been there when he broke down after she left for Valinor. And now he watched him finally heal from the grievous pain in his life and Erestor had nothing to do with it. All the years he had spent by Elrond's side, for naught. He had never needed him, never loved him. No, he had not loved him; he loved his best friend instead.
Glorfindel. The name seemed to whisper in his ear. The golden Noldo was his closest friend. He had confided in him for years, even about his deepest secret, his love for his lord. And now? Now Glorfindel loved Elrond and Elrond him. All because Erestor could not tell Elrond three simple words. I love you.
Suddenly his body shook violently. He shared a close link with Elrond, as he was his sworn protector. Erestor loved this, as he felt so close to him, feeling his emotions. Now he cursed it with every breath in his body. He could *feel* it.
**The mouth moving over his chest, licking his nipples.**
Erestor hardened against his will. "No.." he breathed. "This *cannot* be happening!"
However the huskiness of his voice belied his words. Panicking, he scrambled to his feet hearing
**Elrond's whimper as Glorfindel placed butterfly kisses on his inner thigh.**
"NO!" He screamed, holding his hands over his pointed ears as if to stop it. "STOP IT!" He felt his heart beat wildly, too fast.
**Elrond moaned helplessly as a moist heat surrounded him.**
"Stop it...PLEASE!" His worse nightmare was coming true, Glorfindel and Elrond were binding and he was living every moment of it.
**Glorfindel inserted an oiled finger in the tight entrance**
"No, not this..." Erestor's chocolate eyes now had a look of desperation. Rushing over to the desk, he withdrew a long object from his drawer.
**When Glorfindel found the nub inside the body lying beneath him, he added another finger, stretching...**
He pulled the sheath from the mithril knife in his grasp. The full moon filtered through the rooms and added a wicked gleam to the metal.
**Judging the moans from Elrond, Glorfindel slipped a third finger into the warmth that just waited for his arousal.**
He drew a deep breath and dragged the knife along the tender part of his forearm. Warmth spread along his arm, feeling almost comforting in the coldness of the room. Wanting to feel, he did the same thing to the opposite arm. Crimson liquid contrasted sharply with his pale skin.
**Withdrawing all fingers and earning a whimper from the prostrate Elrond, he poured more oil on his hand and rubbed it on his aching length.**
Erestor's mouth was open in a silent scream, his body taunt in anticipation of the impalement. He raised his blood-drenched hands and brought them over his face, his body racking with muffled sobs.
**"Do you want me?" Glorfindel asked, seductively as he positioned himself over the grasping hole exposed before him. "Yes." Elrond sighed, spreading his legs further. "Your wish is my command." With that Glorfindel entered him.**
Raising the knife, Erestor sliced across his carotid artery. Blood spewed, soaking his cream-colored robe. Sinking to the floor, he had no choice but to watch as
**Glorfindel took Elrond, who groaned at the feeling of being spilt upon Glorfindel's thick shaft. Glorfindel didn't stop until he was completely in. Then he paused, waiting for Elrond to adjust to his girth. Moments later, Elrond nodded and he began moving. Finding Elrond's pleasure spot, he aimed for it, needing to hear the delightful sounds issuing from the writhing Elrond.
As they moved in tandem, they felt something different. Their fea were fusing together. As Glorfindel neared his peak, he fisted Elrond, bringing him to the edge with him.**
The blood by now had almost completely spilled from his body and he felt a presence in the room. He was dressed in black from head to toe, drawing a feeble smirk from Erestor. He moved with an unworldly grace, stepping over the blood-soaked blankets surrounding the frail form.
"Erestor." His voice was deep and soothing, calming Erestor's fears at once. He opened his mouth and tried to speak but only a wheezing sound came forth. He tried again, this time with success.
"Have you come to take me?"
Namo looked sadly at Erestor, the burning black gaze making him shiver slightly. "Yes, I have." He was solemn and Erestor drew a deep, relieved breath. Then he noticed the vision of Glorfindel and Elrond had gone. At his surprised expression, Namo nodded gravely. Erestor managed a weak smile and held his bleeding arms out to Namo.
"Take me now please." Namo gathered Erestor's fea in his arms. But before he left, the vision appeared once more.
**Glorfindel thrust one last time into the willing body of Elrond, while stroking him. With a final cry, Glorfindel came in tune with Elrond, their fea one.**
With one final tear rolling down his face, Erestor's last words spilled from his cold lips. "Fare thee well, nir-e-guren."
And with that final benediction, his fea fled to Mandos
The End
Nir-e-guren – bane of my heart
Narbeleth - October