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A Lonely Love
Title: A Lonely Love
Author: Erviniae
Contact: pmir64@yahoo.com
Part: 1/?
Pairing: Erestor/OMC, Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: This chapter PG to eventual NC17
Disclaimer: The elves belong to the esteemed Tolkien. I am just having some fun with them.
Timeline: 3.A.
Warning: slash, AU, angst
Beta: my grammar/spell check button and me
Summary: Erestor finds himself lost in a loveless marriage
Authors Note: A little plot that would not leave me be!
Feed back: If you would be so kind.
Chapter 1
Loneliness swept over him. It gnawed at the pit of his stomach, threatening to spill into his chest. He stood in the recesses of the lively hall, a hall filled with elves merrymaking, or dancing, glee written on all of their faces, though not his. He was alone though he stood in this magnitude of bodies. Yes, he was physically there. But no one came up to him unless they needed him for something that they themselves could not find an answer to. At times like these when the loneliness was palpable inside him, he wished to melt into the walls, to fade away.
He was never a loud elf; most passed him by out of fear or indifference. He truly was approachable, just painfully shy, except where his counsel was needed, or if one showed an interest in history or pursuits of intellect in any of its forms. Then, his eyes would light up and he could speak for hours on any subject that wouldst interest him. Not that any cared to listen, none save Elrond, that is. In Elrond, he had found a lover of lore and the two could converse for hours over trivial, mundane, matters to most, though not to the two.
Elrond, was not shy, and he had many friends and acquaintances. He would entertain well into the night. In Celebrian, he had found his soul mate; she was much like Elrond, for both had exuberance for life. Elrond, naturally, had little time for his friend, Erestor; he only had time for his chief advisor. The twins had come along and though they adored his stories, he knew it only a matter of time before they grew to dread the time they had to spend in their studies with him.
Of course, there was Glorfindel, he immediately became a favorite of Imladris and rightly so. He infected all around him with his laughter and life. It even reached Erestor, though Glorfindel tended to veer towards fellow warriors or his Lord and Lady. Not to shy, boring advisors.
The most ironic hand the Valar dealt Erestor was that he was actually wed to a handsome, enigmatic, exuberant, warrior elf. An elf that all loved to be around, for he was handsome and the life of any party. Combined with his new best friend, Glorfindel, the two were constantly surrounded by adoring elves.
Their marriage was for political gain, at a time when such liaisons were necessary. At first, he and Carandhol were happy together despite their differences. It was new to them and Erestor, being a beautiful elf, met his husband's physical desires, but not his warrior needs. Carandhol pretended to be interested in Erestor's musings, but soon grew tired of his mate's studiousness and shyness around others. Carandhol craved attention and being in noisy crowds telling bawdy jokes, or card games, or anything other than Erestor's interests.
Erestor tried for years to fit in with Carandhol's friends, but he never felt comfortable and his husband did little to make him feel welcome with his friends. Though wed, they had never bonded to each other. Carandhol was never ready for that step. “Just as well,” thought Erestor over time.
They still shared rooms together and even slept together, but only at Carandhol's convenience. Erestor craved touch so much sometimes that he would give into any advance that Carandhol would throw his way. Which was mostly when Caradhol was inebriated, or bored.
Carandhol was not faithful to Erestor either. He would sleep with whomever he chose to. Erestor knew this and since they were unbound, and thankfully, he could not sense these liaisons, he had no choice but to deny it to himself. He knew others looked upon him with pity or perhaps disgust; he did not care for he had grown used to it. One saving grace was that at least Carandhol was as discreet as possible with his liaisons.
He looked over at said elf now. Carandhol was in the middle of a small group of elves, of who included Glorfindel, and they were laughing heartily with Elrond and Celebrian.
Elrond noticed Erestor and motioned for him to join the small group. Erestor could deny his Lord nothing and slowly made his way over to the merriment. Carandhol glanced over and continued his story.
"Erestor, my friend, please join us," urged Elrond.
"Th-thank you my lord,” answered Erestor shyly.
"Wine meldir?" asked Celebrian.
"Y-yes, thank you my lady," bowed Erestor as she handed him a cup of their finest wine.
"You should have seen Carandhol, he looked like a wild beast, slaying orc after orc, I think they saw that red hair of his flailing about and took off running in the opposite direction!" teased Glorfindel.
All laughed and Erestor feigned a smile. Carandhol smirked at Glorfindel as only those who share similar memories can do.
"Master Erestor, I bet you are entertained for hours with Carandhol's patrol stories and antics!" grinned Glorfindel into Erestor's eyes.
Carandhol smiled at Erestor though his eyes told a different story. "Yes, quite, hours of stories," muttered Erestor to the balrog slayer. This seemed to please his husband.
Elrond and Celebrian gave each other knowing looks. "Ah, listen, my love," said Celebrian into Elrond's gray eyes, "They are playing a lover's dance." "Shall we?" and she held out her hand to her husband who eagerly took it.
"Please excuse us," he crooned as they walked to the dance floor.
"Cara, let us find some ellith to dance with," urged Glorfindel.
Erestor felt a stab of that loneliness hit his stomach. Carandhol quickly looked at Erestor, for what? Approval?
"Oh, forgive me Erestor," blushed Glorfindel into Erestor's eyes. Erestor nodded and the hurt was seen deep in those chocolate eyes. Glorfindel quickly looked away feeling guilty.
"D- do you wish to dance Carandhol?" asked Erestor hopefully into his husband's green eyes.
"Yes, I do," stated Carandhol, adding, "Come Fin, let us find those ellith."
Erestor felt a stabbing in his chest and a spray of electricity within his body, as he immediately grew heated. He turned on his heel and headed out to his rooms.
Glorfindel stared at his friend in amazement-that was not right of him to do that in front of his husband.
"Erase that worried look, meldir, he cares not," stated Carandhol matter of factly.
Somehow Glorfindel did not think this was so.
Erestor walked briskly to their rooms. Closing the door behind him, he immediately went to the bathroom and started a bath for himself. He disrobed and sank into the beautifully carved tub, letting the water caress his skin and his wounded soul. He pulled his knees to his chest as he hugged them tightly whilst rocking back and forth. A low wail emanated from deep within. He began to sob and shake, he felt so very alone and unwanted.
TBC...
Carandhol - red-head
meldir- male friend
Author: Erviniae
Contact: pmir64@yahoo.com
Part: 1/?
Pairing: Erestor/OMC, Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: This chapter PG to eventual NC17
Disclaimer: The elves belong to the esteemed Tolkien. I am just having some fun with them.
Timeline: 3.A.
Warning: slash, AU, angst
Beta: my grammar/spell check button and me
Summary: Erestor finds himself lost in a loveless marriage
Authors Note: A little plot that would not leave me be!
Feed back: If you would be so kind.
Chapter 1
Loneliness swept over him. It gnawed at the pit of his stomach, threatening to spill into his chest. He stood in the recesses of the lively hall, a hall filled with elves merrymaking, or dancing, glee written on all of their faces, though not his. He was alone though he stood in this magnitude of bodies. Yes, he was physically there. But no one came up to him unless they needed him for something that they themselves could not find an answer to. At times like these when the loneliness was palpable inside him, he wished to melt into the walls, to fade away.
He was never a loud elf; most passed him by out of fear or indifference. He truly was approachable, just painfully shy, except where his counsel was needed, or if one showed an interest in history or pursuits of intellect in any of its forms. Then, his eyes would light up and he could speak for hours on any subject that wouldst interest him. Not that any cared to listen, none save Elrond, that is. In Elrond, he had found a lover of lore and the two could converse for hours over trivial, mundane, matters to most, though not to the two.
Elrond, was not shy, and he had many friends and acquaintances. He would entertain well into the night. In Celebrian, he had found his soul mate; she was much like Elrond, for both had exuberance for life. Elrond, naturally, had little time for his friend, Erestor; he only had time for his chief advisor. The twins had come along and though they adored his stories, he knew it only a matter of time before they grew to dread the time they had to spend in their studies with him.
Of course, there was Glorfindel, he immediately became a favorite of Imladris and rightly so. He infected all around him with his laughter and life. It even reached Erestor, though Glorfindel tended to veer towards fellow warriors or his Lord and Lady. Not to shy, boring advisors.
The most ironic hand the Valar dealt Erestor was that he was actually wed to a handsome, enigmatic, exuberant, warrior elf. An elf that all loved to be around, for he was handsome and the life of any party. Combined with his new best friend, Glorfindel, the two were constantly surrounded by adoring elves.
Their marriage was for political gain, at a time when such liaisons were necessary. At first, he and Carandhol were happy together despite their differences. It was new to them and Erestor, being a beautiful elf, met his husband's physical desires, but not his warrior needs. Carandhol pretended to be interested in Erestor's musings, but soon grew tired of his mate's studiousness and shyness around others. Carandhol craved attention and being in noisy crowds telling bawdy jokes, or card games, or anything other than Erestor's interests.
Erestor tried for years to fit in with Carandhol's friends, but he never felt comfortable and his husband did little to make him feel welcome with his friends. Though wed, they had never bonded to each other. Carandhol was never ready for that step. “Just as well,” thought Erestor over time.
They still shared rooms together and even slept together, but only at Carandhol's convenience. Erestor craved touch so much sometimes that he would give into any advance that Carandhol would throw his way. Which was mostly when Caradhol was inebriated, or bored.
Carandhol was not faithful to Erestor either. He would sleep with whomever he chose to. Erestor knew this and since they were unbound, and thankfully, he could not sense these liaisons, he had no choice but to deny it to himself. He knew others looked upon him with pity or perhaps disgust; he did not care for he had grown used to it. One saving grace was that at least Carandhol was as discreet as possible with his liaisons.
He looked over at said elf now. Carandhol was in the middle of a small group of elves, of who included Glorfindel, and they were laughing heartily with Elrond and Celebrian.
Elrond noticed Erestor and motioned for him to join the small group. Erestor could deny his Lord nothing and slowly made his way over to the merriment. Carandhol glanced over and continued his story.
"Erestor, my friend, please join us," urged Elrond.
"Th-thank you my lord,” answered Erestor shyly.
"Wine meldir?" asked Celebrian.
"Y-yes, thank you my lady," bowed Erestor as she handed him a cup of their finest wine.
"You should have seen Carandhol, he looked like a wild beast, slaying orc after orc, I think they saw that red hair of his flailing about and took off running in the opposite direction!" teased Glorfindel.
All laughed and Erestor feigned a smile. Carandhol smirked at Glorfindel as only those who share similar memories can do.
"Master Erestor, I bet you are entertained for hours with Carandhol's patrol stories and antics!" grinned Glorfindel into Erestor's eyes.
Carandhol smiled at Erestor though his eyes told a different story. "Yes, quite, hours of stories," muttered Erestor to the balrog slayer. This seemed to please his husband.
Elrond and Celebrian gave each other knowing looks. "Ah, listen, my love," said Celebrian into Elrond's gray eyes, "They are playing a lover's dance." "Shall we?" and she held out her hand to her husband who eagerly took it.
"Please excuse us," he crooned as they walked to the dance floor.
"Cara, let us find some ellith to dance with," urged Glorfindel.
Erestor felt a stab of that loneliness hit his stomach. Carandhol quickly looked at Erestor, for what? Approval?
"Oh, forgive me Erestor," blushed Glorfindel into Erestor's eyes. Erestor nodded and the hurt was seen deep in those chocolate eyes. Glorfindel quickly looked away feeling guilty.
"D- do you wish to dance Carandhol?" asked Erestor hopefully into his husband's green eyes.
"Yes, I do," stated Carandhol, adding, "Come Fin, let us find those ellith."
Erestor felt a stabbing in his chest and a spray of electricity within his body, as he immediately grew heated. He turned on his heel and headed out to his rooms.
Glorfindel stared at his friend in amazement-that was not right of him to do that in front of his husband.
"Erase that worried look, meldir, he cares not," stated Carandhol matter of factly.
Somehow Glorfindel did not think this was so.
Erestor walked briskly to their rooms. Closing the door behind him, he immediately went to the bathroom and started a bath for himself. He disrobed and sank into the beautifully carved tub, letting the water caress his skin and his wounded soul. He pulled his knees to his chest as he hugged them tightly whilst rocking back and forth. A low wail emanated from deep within. He began to sob and shake, he felt so very alone and unwanted.
TBC...
Carandhol - red-head
meldir- male friend