Mortal Sin

Title: Mortal Sin
Author: Elvensong
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel are courting lovers. When they run into trouble during a diplomatic mission, will tragedy and another’s obsession take away their chance at eternity together?
A/N: Finally, after a very long break from writing, I am happy to debut my newest piece of fiction. I hope to update regularly and will value all feedback offered. Thank you for reading.

Chapter One:

The Valar, Erestor decided, hated him sometimes. After a long, hard day when he could just about tell what type of wood made up the top of his desk, Elrond would come storming through and drop another pile of work on top of the one Erestor had nearly completed. His Lord’s timing could not be better, the counselor thought to himself, as he watched Elrond walk away down the corridor as swiftly as he had come.

Evening was approaching, and most sane elves were packing up their working tools and preparing for a relaxing night, but Erestor sat at his desk and debated. Now or later? He could stay late this night and finish everything and get a jump on tomorrow, but there was one obstacle that stood in his path to an 18 hour workday.

“Erestor!”

A large, loud obstacle named Glorfindel. In the doorframe stood the reborn warrior, no doubt waiting for the dark elf to pack up and join him for dinner. He came in wearing a loose blue tunic and brown leggings, his hair still slightly damp from the baths. No doubt he was just coming from a hard workout with his trainees.

“I will be along in a moment, Glorfindel. Please proceed without me.”

Now, that line had worked on the warrior the first few times he had used it, but it no longer deterred or distracted the blond. Instead, it had the opposite effect because now Glorfindel was half-sitting on his desk and hovering over him like some possessed bumblebee.

“My dear, do you honestly think that I would believe you would be right along when I see a fresh pile of untouched work on your desk? Come, your day is done and it is time to eat. If you do not have regular meals, I shall soon be able to see through you!”

That much, Erestor had to admit, was true. He was a thin little elf, always had been, but with long work hours and frequently skipped meals, he was even lighter than he should be. Sometimes it seemed that his long, thick black hair weighed more than he did. As slight as he was, though, he was not weak and an elf would only consider Erestor so until the advisor’s sharp wit had him completely unarmed. No elf was totally invincible, though, and the advisor knew this was an argument lost before it had begun.

“I will come.” He conceded.

As they walked towards the dining hall, Erestor thought it funny that his resolve for work had been so chipped away by Glorfindel. It seemed only yesterday that the famous and proud warrior had come to him on a summer’s night and asked to court him. To say that Erestor was shocked would have been an understatement and his initial reaction was to politely decline. But, something in the elf standing before him with hope in his shining blue eyes called to him and he found himself accepting. Later, he thought he would allow the grand elf to go through his phase with courting him and then, when Glorfindel found how much work and duty overtook everything else in Erestor’s life, he would become bored and move on.

Erestor’s plan did not quite work as expected. Instead, for nearly 20 years they had been together. Sharing relaxing days of rest and experiencing joyous holidays. Of course, the nights together were the best part of all, but a secretive elf like Erestor would never admit to such acts.

His mind was snapped out of revere when they arrived at the dining hall and the social center of Imladris. Lindir was already at work charming the elves there with his beautiful voice and exquisite harp playing.

As Chief Counselor, Erestor’s place at the table was at Lord Elrond’s side. The half-elf smiled when he saw his friend enter and sit beside him. Before Glorfindel came into his life, Erestor’s seat would often remain empty at mealtime, but now a fun-loving, life-loving blond sat next to Erestor keeping the dark elf in place and already eying what was for dessert.

“Erestor, I’m glad to see you here this evening.” Elrond said with a smile.

Turning in his seat to face his Lord, Erestor returned the smile, “Any particular reason, My Lord?” Elrond reached for his wine glass. “I have been receiving many messages from Thranduil.” Erestor nodded, he had prepared many of the replies to the realm of Mirkwood. “They have become concerned that the elven lands are not taking their plight seriously.”

“I see, My Lord.”

Soups and breads were served along with pieces of fruit. “Perhaps an emissary would calm their nerves and assure them that they are not alone. Lothlorien and ourselves are so tightly bound, I could see their thoughts of abandonment.”

Erestor sipped at his drink, “Whom did you have in mind to go?”

“Only an elf in a position of authority could be taken seriously. Honestly, I was thinking of asking you to make the journey if you are willing.”

Glorfindel nearly chocked on his bread, “What? Elrond, this is quite a dangerous trek you’re asking of Erestor. Forgive me, dear one, but you are not a battle trained warrior.” Before the blond could even drink down his wine, a small blade was against his throat. “No, I may not be very “battle trained”, as you so delicately put it, but I can still handle myself when it comes to sword and arrow.”

“Does this mean you will journey to Mirkwood, my friend?” The dark elf put away his knife. “I serve at your pleasure, My Lord. If you wish me to go and calm the Wood-Elf King’s nerves, I will happily oblige.”

Elrond nodded and released a sigh at Erestor’s agreement. If anyone could keep other realms at ease, it was his gifted Chief Advisor. “You will depart in a week with whatever provisions you need, my friend. Thank you for taking on this challenge. There is no one I trust more.”

When dinner ended, Erestor returned to his rooms, but not alone. Glorfindel did not let his love out of his sight. They did not live together yet, but the blond spent a great deal of time in Erestor’s chambers. After so long and so many perils in life, the reborn elf was not quick to jump into a serious commitment and Erestor seemed content in their status and never had pushed for a formal bonding. One day, though, Glorfindel believed they would take that serious and eternal step together.

“So, you are going to go off into the wilds of Mirkwood. The spiders and darkness permeating that land does not frighten you?”

“Of course it does,” Erestor said with a sigh, “I would be quite the idiotic advisor if I said there was nothing concerning me about this trip. Sometimes, though, duty gives one little choice and we have enough to worry about without a war erupting between elven lands. I will perform my task for Imladris.”

Appearing taller than ever, Glorfindel came forward, “Do not ever presume to lecture me about duty, Erestor, I know sacrifice in the name of honor and responsibility.”

“I apologize.” Erestor said sincerely. “You will not change my mind, my love.” Meeting eye to eye, they kept their gaze locked on each other. “I would never think that I could change your mind, but there is something in my control, beautiful one.”

“Oh yes?” Erestor questioned.

“I am coming with you.” Glorfindel said simply, with no room for argument. “Now come here, beloved. I need to know what I am risking my life to protect.” The advisor came forward silently and graced his love with a seductive smile. Standing on the tip of his toes in order to bring his height up to the blond’s, Erestor kissed Glorfindel with the same passion and precision he showed in everything he did.


TBC