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Shadows of Rivendell	By : helfireclub Category: -Multi-Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 3375 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Shadows of Rivendell 1/5

Author: Genesis Grey (helfireclub@hotmail.com)

Pairings: Elladan/Elrohir, Elrond/Aragorn, Arwen/...

Rating: Overall, NC-17, but R for this chapter.

Summary: What if the Ring had never left Rivendell?

Disclaimer: Own nothing. Wish I did, but don�t.

Warnings: Incest. Quasi-non-consensual situations. BDSM. Some het content.

Author�s Notes: I used Rivendell rather than Imladris in this fic� because Shadows of Rivendell sounds cooler than ows ows of Imladris to me. This fic should be five chapters and an epilogue. Feedback is loved and adored, you'll be my new best friend. ;) Oh, thanks to Nethene and Rider for helping beta this!

Chapter 1

Elrond stared at the locked drawer of his desk. Inside the drawer lay a locked box. And inside the locked box lay the One Ring. He sighed and looked away. He had been convinced to allow the Ring to stay in Rivendell for its protection, despite his objections. He had been unable to tell the Council that he held the ring of air, Vilya, and feared it might be affected and corrupted by the Ring�s power. He had sworn to Gil-galad, and again to Galadriel and Cirdan, that he would never reveal the bearers of the Three, even among their own kin. Though many guessed why Rivendell and Lothlorien remained safe and secure from the growing darkness. And so he had been forced to accept the ruling of the Council, though he knew it would bring only folly.

Clasping his hands behind his back he walked to the window and looked out over the valley. The hobbits that had brought the Ring, a truehearted lot, had left earlier in the day to begin their journey back to their precious Shire. Bilbo and the dwarves were traveling with them as far as Bree. Elrond hoped for their safe journey. Middle-earth was becoming dark. In the distant east a dark shadow was growing, stretching ever toward them, demanding the return of what was once his. Sometimes, Elrond was sure he could feel the dark shadows even in Rivendell.

A seductive voice, so much like Vilya�s, spoke in his mind; wrapping around him soothingly as it called him to take the One Ring for himself. Shaking his head Elrond waited for the comforting feel of the ring of air to wrap around him again, protecting him from the corruption that so many had fallen pray to.

Isildur.

The name came unbidden and Elrond felt a great deal of pity. The man had never stood a chance against the Ring�s voice. It was too alluring for any man of mortal blood to deny. At moments he feared for himself. With a last look out the window he turned and walked from his study. No one, save himself, knew where the Ring was hidden; and even if they guessed such a logical place, Vilya would strike at them from afar before any harm could be done. Or so Elrond hoped.

As he left the room he noticed two elven maids locked in an embrace, their hands tearing at each other�s hair and ripping at the silken clothes, leaving light claw marks on the freshly exposed flesh. If not for the passionate sounds they were making Elrond would have thought they were brawling. He frowned a bit. Such things were not meant to be done or seenthe the middle of a corridor, but it was late and they truly did not seem to be disturbing anyone. He raised an eyebrow as he noted that both were married maids known for their fidelity to their mates.

Elrond sighed. He clasped his hands behind his back and turned from the sight and began walking through the halls. Ever since the Ring had been installed in Rivendell the elves and other creatures that dwelled there had been acting strangely. Even he had been doing things that seemed almost against his nature, but that somehow felt right to do. He trusted it was simply an overwhelming feeling of paranoia and caution that was settling over the valley and not the effect of the Ring.

So caught up in his own thoughts, was he, that Elrond didn�t notice the dark haired elven maid running from one of the side rooms until she collided with him.

�Oh, I�m sorry Father!� Arwen said with a giggle as she stepped back and smiled up at Elrond. He frowned slightly at the disheveled state of her appearance. Her long raven hair was messy and her skirt was slightly off as she pulled her dress up to cover her shoulders. There were dark marks forming on her neck that looked suspiciously as if they�d been made by teeth. She gave him a brilliant smile. �Father, you�re frowning.�

�What have you been doing, Arwen?� he asked with a pointed look at her neck.

Arwen smiled and cocked her head to the side. �Father, I know it hasn�t been that long,� she said, taking a step forward and leaning close to the elven lord. �And if it has, you should do something about it. I know mother wouldn�t mind. There are enough maids around here that would gladly take you to bed if you wished. Lords as well.� She grinned.

�Arwen,� Elrond said warningly. He did not appreciate being talked to in such a way by his darling daughter. She was one of the many who had been very strange for the past few days, and he noticed that neither Erestor nor Glorfindel had been able to look him in the eyes recently. He also noticed that it was Glorfindel�s room Arwen had just run from.

�Oh, I do love you father,� Arwen laughed as she leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss to Elrond�s lips. Something she had done since she was a child. But when her tongue flicked out and licked between his lips he pulled away.

�What are you doing?� Elrond said in surprise as he stepped away.

�Don�t be so prudish. I was only playing,� Arwen said with a shrug as she walked past her father before turning again. �Anyway, have you seen Estel? I�m afraid he�s ridden out with the Dunedain again and I worry that he�s going to get hurt.�

�He has not ridden out again,� Elrond answered, though he gave no further comment.

�Hmm, then I will continue to look for him. Thank you,� Arwen smiled seductively as she turned and walked down the hall, her hips swaying in a way that attracted Elrond�s eyes until he forced himself to look away. He was worried about the way Arwen was acting. It was not unusual for younger elves to be extremely promiscuous and experimental, but at her age he would have thought she�d past that phase. Not to mention her intense attraction for Estel should have curtailed a want for any other.

With a frown Elrond turned and continued down the hall, walking toward his room. He noticed the shy way Glorfindel slunk out of his room and chose not to acknowledge it. Arwen was old enough to make her own decisions about lovers. Though Valar help the elven lord if he ever hurt Arwen.

As Elrond entered his own room there was a rustle of movement. He shut the door and lit one of the nearby lanterns, throwing some more wood on the fire as he noticed the growing chill in the room. The movement echoed through the room again and Elrond looked over his shoulder at the foot of his bed.

�Father?� Estel asked. He had moved into a sitting position and was now rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He was naked except for a sheet around his waist. There was the clink of metal as he moved to stand and walk toward the elven lord. The chain that held him to the bed went taut as he moved in Elrond�s direction. �Why?� he asked in confusion at his inability to go further. He shook his dark head, knowing he would get no answer. �How long have I been asleep?�

�Most of the day, my son,� Elrond answered as he walked over and pulled Estel into a hug. He felt bad chaining his foster son to the bed and denying him clothes. But he was afraid the boy would run off with the Dunedain if he didn�t and he would not chance any of his children being hurt. These were dark times. And in dark times radical measure needed to be taken.

�I�m so tired,� Estel mumbled, relaxing into Elrond�s arms. The elven lord pulled him over to sit on the bed. The manacle attached to Estel�s ankle clanked loudly as the chain became slack again. Elrond stroked the dark coarse hair and down the muscular back as he whispered calming words into the rounded ear.

�Yes, I know you are,� Elrond said soothingly as he rubbed circles over the tanned back. �The sleeping draught I gave you with your dinner last night is rather powerful. You will feel tired for a while.�

�Why?� Estel managed to ask again as he began to fall asleep on his foster father�s shoulder.

�I worry about all my children and you have run away to hunt orc with the Dunedain against my wishes before and been hurt. I�ll not have that happen again. You will stay safe in Rivendell even if I must chain you here,� Elrond replied as Estel shut his eyes and let out a tired sigh, slumping into a restless sleep. �Good child,� he said affectionately as he lay the boy down on the bed and pulled a blanket over him. For a moment it occurred to him that he was over reacting, that it was cruel to keep Estel chained to the foot of his bed, naked and drugged. But it was the only way to keep the boy safe. Right?

A knock on the door disturbed Elrond�s thoughts and hee ane and walked to the doorway. �What is it?� he asked as he opened the door and found Erestor standing outside. The elf quickly averted his eyes to keep from looking into Elrond�s.

�It�s your sons, my lord,� Erestor said nervously. �They�re brawling in the library.�

�What?� Elrond hissed, already moving past Erestor and making his way toward the library. The twins had always been a bit of a handful, even though they�d mellowed considerably at their age. But they hadn�t fought in a way that had been called to his attention in over a thousand years and only once before that. He moved with all the speed his dignity would allow, pushing through a crowd of elves that had gathered in the library doorway, and found his sons rolling over one another. Punches were flying and books were falling.

�Elladan! Elrohir! What in the name of the Valar do you think you�re doing!?�

For a moment it looked as if they weren�t going to stop, as if they hadn�t even heard their father. But at last they gave him identical surprised looks as Elrohir rolled on top of Elladan, his hands firmly locked on his brother�s throat. �Father?� they said in unison.

�Both of you get to your rooms!� Elrond ordered. They didn�t move and Elrond feared he would have to physically separate them, but after what seemed like an eternity Elrohir let got of his twin�s neck and stood up, slowly backing away. �Now!� Elrond snapped as the younger twin gave him a pitiful look and left the library, followed by Elladan.

Elrond closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He had no idea what had gotten into his sons. It couldn�t be the Ring, he decided. They were acting far too petty for its evil to be affecting them. At least he hoped it wasn�t the Ring. Vilya soft voice soothed such thoughts from his mind. Opening his eyes and turning, he frowned at the crowd of gathered elves still blocking the doorway. Most looked away and moved, quickly dispersing under the glare of the elven lord. Some looked annoyhat hat the fight had been broken up.

Elrond pursed his lips. Yes, everyone in Rivendell was acting quite strange.
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