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And There Was Trouble Taking Place	By : malinrana Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5077 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: And There Was Trouble Taking Place ch1

Rating: NC-17 eventually

Beta: I don�t know how I�ll ever be able to thank my lovely betas Vair�
and Fey� You are the best! A big thank you goes also to OrchydConstyne, who has
helped me with Elvish (Sindarin). All remaining mistakes are mine.

Cast: Erestor/Glorfindel (main pairing), Elrond, the twins, Haldir,
Legolas...

Warnings: AU, twincest (at least implied)

Summary: Erestor has been the quiet, reserved counsellor all his life
and then something happens to change that. Chaos and confusion follows.

Author�s note: All feedback is appreciated, flames are not.

Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me, and I am not making any money out of writing about them. Just doing this for fun.

Chapter 1

On the road to Imladris, Third Age 2622

A butterfly was sitting on an Eglantine stem; the sweet, intoxicating smell of
the wild rose having lured it and many other insects to come and feast on its
flowers. It lazily opened and closed its wings and moved closer to a dewy
blossom. Finally standing next to the flower, the butterfly uncoiled its
proboscis and drank the nectar from the rose. With its wings folded, their soft
crimson underside became visible and the colour was so similar to that of the
rose that it was almost impossible to separate the butterfly from it. The
topsides were deep green with pale pink dots on the outer edge; they looked
like strawberry milk had rained on them.

Erestor gasped in delight, wondering if the Valar had made the butterfly to
feed only on this flower, its colours fit it so perfectly. His gaze followed it
fly over to the next plant. Erestor had long ago shut out the low murmurs of
his travelling companions to concentrate on the beauty that surrounded him. As
Imladris� chief advisor he normally spent his days in the library or study and
had precious little time to enjoy what happened around him in the sunlight. His
surroundings by day were dusty old books and scrolls, not the lush green garden
around the Last Homely House. It was not Elrond�s fault; the Lord of Imladris
was no slave driver. Erestor simply tended to immerse himself in work so
completely he forgot the time. However, the garden benighted, that Erestor was very
familiar with. He knew all the nuances of Imladris� nature after dark -how the
scent of the flowers changed when the sun went down and the sound of the
waterfalls became louder. Each night after finishing his work, he took a stroll
down the narrow paths among the trees and plants admiring the peace and quiet
of the twilight and losing himself in the wonders of the starlit sky.

The company had come to an abrupt stop and Erestor looked up to see what the
reason was for that. Glorfindel, Elrond�s seneschal, had lifted his right arm
and thus effectively silenced the whole escort. Something was obviously amiss
and in a second a scout, a she-elf named Tar�, rode to meet with the group.

�My lord, there�s a pack of orcs ahead of us.� Tar� addressed her superior,
Glorfindel and gave a grin. �I counted 30 ugly mutts. If we change our
direction slightly to the east, they should pass us by without noticing. They
seem to be in a hurry.�

�Did you see any reason for the hurry? Did they have hostages?�

�There were no hostages as far as I could see. One orc was running inside a
defensive formation and it looked like he was carrying something that might be
important. He had a small, black pouch hanging around his neck. On the other
hand, perhaps they were just trying to get away from these woods as fast as
possible. Your reputation and the fact that the twins patrol these woods
regularly is sure to make any orc haste in its steps.�

�Purposeful orcs always make me nervous. As does the fact that they are so
close to Imladris� borders.� Glorfindel looked thoughtful and glanced at the
group he was escorting. �There are enough of us to take them down. Tar�, you
come with me, we will check out the situation again. Elladan, you are in charge
while we are gone. Do remember the little stream a small ways from here? Take
everybody there and get a few moments� rest. We might be forced to hunt some
orc tonight.�

Erestor watched the twins react to Glorfindel�s remark. Elladan�s face lit up
with anticipation as he looked to his younger twin brother, Elrohir. Ever since
orcs attacked their mother a little more than a century ago and she
subsequently left Middle-Earth to sail to Valinor, the twins had been chasing
down orcs and killing them on sight. It was clear they felt guilty for not
having come to the scene in time to help their mother and hence they had
dedicated their lives to avenging her fate. Erestor had discussed the situation
with Elrond, the twins� father, on several occasions and Elrond did not approve
of the crusade but stayed silent because his sons thought they needed that for
the moment. Erestor agreed with Elrond. They had both seen enough in their long
lives to know that not all the orc blood in the Middle-Earth could drown out
Celebr�an�s cries for help from the twins� memories, but Elladan and Elrohir
had to find it out themselves.

Glorfindel and Tar� ride off. Erestor never got enough of looking at
Glorfindel; the head of Elrond�s security was a magnificent elf. He was taller
than any other Erestor had ever met and his body was uncommonly muscular for an
elf, emanating strength and vitality. Off duty, Glorfindel liked to wear the
colours of spring -greens and yellows- but today he was clad in a simple brown
tunic and black leggings. As always on patrol, he also wore a delicate chain
mail shirt made of mithril and his golden braid hung low on his back atop of
the silvery body armour. It looked like the sun was trying to outshine the
stars. A celestial war in motion on an elf�s back.

For all the admiration Erestor had for Glorfindel�s beauty, he felt no passion
or desire when looking at the great warrior. The broadness of Glorfindel�s
shoulders, the slimness of his waist, the apparent strength of his thighs...
Nothing. Nothing in Erestor stirred. He did not think anything of it. That was
the way things were and the way things had always been. He had never been in
love, never had a lover. Nevertheless, he was not complaining and if anyone had
asked him whether he was happy, he would have answered yes without hesitation.
And content he was. He had a family he loved in Elrond and his children�

�Let us not tarry.� Elladan motioned the small group forward, interrupting
Erestor�s thoughts. �Glorfindel will be back before long and we should be well
rested when he returns.�

Elrohir was leading them. Two of Imladris guards followed him and then came
Elladan and Erestor. The packhorses loaded with new additions to Elrond�s
library were never far from Erestor�s side. In addition, another two guards
were holding the back. The company was not of considerable size but they all
were capable of holding their own in battle and thirty orcs would pose no
threat to them if they approached wisely.

The small group came to the stream and Elladan placed a guard to keep watch
while the others rested and bathed. They were not in any immediate danger; the
silence of the surrounding woods assured them of that. Everyone could relax and
spend the few moments as they pleased.

Erestor walked over to one of the packhorses and took a huge volume of hobbit
history out of the saddlebags. So far, only a few hobbits had found their way
to Imladris, or Rivendell as it was called in the Common Speech, for hobbits
were not a roaming race. They were comfortable staying within their own realm,
but Elrond had felt that would change and had given Erestor the task to acquire
as many books as he could about the hobbits so they could broaden their
knowledge.

Sitting down on the ground gracefully and resting his back against the trunk of
a tree Erestor let the warm rays of the spring sun caress his face. They had
settled in a small clearing where trees sheltered them from the still slightly
chilling wind. When Erestor closed his eyes, he could hear the trees softly
whispering all around him and on top of that the joyous singing of a
nightingale. He knew what it looked like just hearing the rich and mellow
melody of its song. In his mind he saw a small, brown bird, quite ordinary in
its feather suit. This particular specimen of the nightingale was a secretive
bird which liked nothing better than to hide in the middle of an impenetrable
bush and thus to an average observer the secret of its colouring would go
unnoticed. Elves called the bird N�niel Merilin, the tearful nightingale,
because of the bright blue, tear-shaped patches beneath its eyes.

Erestor opened his eyes and carefully looked for the nightingale in the thicket
in front of him. He answered the bird with a soft call of his own, and it flew
to sit on his knee. For a moment, it seemed they were engaged in deep
conversation. Naturally, Erestor was not able to talk with birds or any other
animals but he knew what to listen for and hence could pretty accurately
translate the meaning of the bird�s song. This little one is quite talkative,
thought Erestor with mild amusement as he sent the bird on its way with a final
whistle and turned his attention to the large volume in his hands.

Before Erestor could find the page where he had left the book last time,
cheerful sounds coming from the stream distracted him. The twins had undressed
and Elladan was running after Elrohir shouting and splashing water everywhere.
Erestor had seen them grow from tiny creatures the size of a miruvor jug to the
beautiful warriors they were now and because of that, they would forever remain
elflings to him. They would get away with more than others would and Erestor
would always feel the need to protect them. Despite the grief they felt for
their mother, their joyous nature had not disappeared as it often did with
life�s responsibilities and disappointments. With each other, they acted like
children; constantly jesting and playing pranks and it seemed the grim side of
their personalities was reserved for orcs only. Both twins were trained as
fighters but Elrohir�s more gentle nature manifested itself in the art of
healing. He studied with their father, a fabled healer, while Elladan received
training in warfare and strategy from Glorfindel.

All their lives the twins had been inseparable; and it did not cause any shock
or surprise when they reached adulthood and chose to remain with each other.
They had taken other lovers, quite a lot of them, but never separately. The
twins were a package and whoever wanted them had to take them both. Most their
admirers wanted them that way and they had a reputation of being resourceful
and attentive lovers and thus the queue at the door to their chambers seemed
never-ending. It was no wonder; the twins were a lot like their father, with
long auburn hair and tall, slim bodies and when you looked into their deep
green eyes, you saw the sinful things they promised. Smiling to the twins
Erestor returned his attention to the tome and started reading.

When Erestor lifted his gaze from the book, the shadows of the trees had grown
longer and there was no Glorfindel or Tar� in sight. Looking around everyone
seemed quite at ease and Erestor assumed everything was as it should be. He
decided to check his weapons for the time being. He should have done that
earlier but reading about the events concerning The Wandering Years of Hobbits
from an authentic source had intrigued him so much that the weapons and the
coming battle had slipped his mind.

�Elladan, do you think we need to worry about Glorfindel or Tar�?� Erestor knew
well enough that if anyone was able to take care of himself it would be
Glorfindel, the Balrog Slayer, but still he felt he needed to make sure.

�Nay, I can hear their names in the sighs of the trees and they are on their
way here. In a hurry I might add, so we should get ourselves ready for a fight.�
Everyone was all set and the group decided to take everything including the
packhorses with them. Erestor would stay a little behind defending their
precious books.

His sword in place, Erestor was attaching the belts of throwing knives to his
thighs when Glorfindel and Tar� rode to them.

�Hurry! The orcs are coming after us. We killed a couple to annoy them and they
are heading this way. Erestor, you take the horses and guard them. Tar� and
Aneirin, you climb that tree and take out as many as you can with arrows.
Twins�� Glorfindel continued giving out orders and everyone took their
positions.

Elrohir could feel the warmth of his brother next to him. They always fought
thus, guarding each other�s back. They moved in unison, never letting the other
one get out of reach. If their enemy was weak enough, they made a dance out of
it, linking their left arms and using only one sword each in their right hands.
Their movements were economical, fluent, and precise like they were
choreographed. Their reputation was travelling fast ahead of them. The twins
were deadly and all of Middle-Earth knew it.

The first two arrows shot from the tree hit their targets precisely. Two more
orcs went down before they knew what was happening. The orc group had lessened
to 24 before the skirmish even began properly.

Glorfindel killed two orcs with arrows before he needed to switch to swords; he
was always the first to fight in close contact. He wanted to show his brave
elves -as he called the members of Imladris� guards- the meaning of courage and
duty in every battle. He rushed to a group of orcs, attacking them like a blond
whirlwind, slicing off heads as he went.

Every elf was doing their job. Orcs were falling down faster than they could
say �Master of Mordor� to pray to their dark lord. The group of foul beasts was
diminishing swiftly and it looked like the encounter was going to be over
without trouble.

One orc turned and started running from the fight. Elrohir saw it guarding
something tightly against its chest and remembered Tar� had mentioned a black
pouch earlier. Unfortunately, the twins were too far to take the creature down.
They could not let it escape with whatever it was protecting. Elrohir was about
to tell Elladan they had to chase the orc when he noticed that Erestor was
already taking care of it.

The counsellor had been keeping his valued books safe with gusto. More than one
orc had met their fate from Erestor�s knives and now he targeted the running
orc with deadly intent. Elrohir nudged Elladan who also turned to look.
Erestor�s moves were relaxed, unhurried, and fast as a lightning. He grabbed a
knife from his thigh, took aim, and threw. The orc started to turn around
hearing the quiet swoosh coming towards it and the knife hit it in the side of
the neck, effectively cutting its artery and killing it on impact. The heavy
corpse fell to the ground with a thud.

Unlike most elves, Erestor did not use a bow. Instead, he had his throwing
knives, created especially for him millenia ago by a legendary dwarven master.
The blades were of Mithril and as such practically eternal. Because Mithril was
too light to be the only material of the knives, their handles were carved from
the tusk of an oliphaunt and balanced with a lead weight inside them. Erestor
had once shown the twins his knives and at the time, they had thought they were
holding the most beautiful weapons in Middle-Earth in their hands. The handles
were in the shape of leaves and vines of ivy, and the same pattern continued
engraved on to the blades. If the last image you had facing death was one of
Erestor�s knives before it hit you between the eyes, in the twins� opinion it
was not an ugly way to go.

Glorfindel delivered the killing blow to the orc in front of him and turned to
see how the others were faring. All of the enemy had been slain and his
warriors were unscathed. He saw Erestor leave his place next to the packhorses
and walk toward the huge orc lying on the ground. Glorfindel felt dread rising
in him as he watched Erestor getting closer to the body. Erestor was holding a
sword and he was more than capable of taking care of himself; still that was
not enough. Glorfindel started to call out to Erestor to stop when he realized
that he heard a very faint, sorrowing melody in the air around him. He looked
at the twins and saw that they heard the tune too. Only Erestor seemed
oblivious to it.

The world around them started to change. The sky grew darker, the green of the
leaves deeper, and what had been a bright spring day turned to a stormy, gloomy
afternoon. A strong crosswind gushed through the trees, pulling and pushing
them with it until it seemed the trees were either trying to grab Erestor or
shying away from him in horror.

When Erestor had about twenty paces to go a pale pink glow rose from the ground
next to the orc. Every step Erestor took the song in the air got louder and the
glow brighter. Glorfindel wanted to stop the counsellor, wanted to shout to him
not to go forward, but could not do it. He felt glued to the ground and when he
opened his mouth, no sound came out. No one moved but Erestor. By the time he
stood next to the dead orc, the song sounded almost unbearably loud.

Erestor picked up something from the forest floor, and the music transformed to
a hymn so touching Glorfindel thought it came straight from Aman. He saw the
glow envelope Erestor and for a moment, the whole forest around them was only
made of crimson light and beautiful, enchanted sound. The song gradually grew
distant and then faded almost entirely. The pink glow started to diminish and
it seemed Erestor absorbed it, the blush moving into him. Glorfindel was not
afraid for Erestor anymore; the memory of the music still hung in the air and
it filled him with calm.

�Glorfindel, look at this!� Erestor shouted and the spell was broken.

Glorfindel walked over to the counsellor and saw a rose quartz in his palm. It
looked very common as if nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened.

�The creature carried this. I also found a velvet pouch; I think the quartz was
in it. Maybe it is of some value. Should we take it to Elrond?�

Looking at Erestor Glorfindel felt something in his chest move for the first
time in all his years. The object had made the advisor glow delicately from the
inside and the result to Glorfindel was disastrous. He fell for Erestor and it
felt like his heart had been ripped out of his body and crushed inside the pink
precious stone Erestor held in his palm.

TBC...
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