The Wrong Path
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
23
Views:
4,205
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Wrong Path
Title: The Wrong Path
Author: erviniae
Pairing: none… yet, Erestor, Ecthelion, Glorfindel
Rating: PG to eventual NC-17
Disclaimer: All belongs to the esteemed Tolkien. I make no profit
In having fun with his wonderful universe.
Summary: Sometimes the wrong path is often the
Right one.
A/N: Erestor is around 20, or about the human age of 7.
Feedback: If you would be so kind.
411 First Age, Gondolin
Sitting beside the road that led to his house, the elfling watched as the elite of the warriors made their way through the third gates of the Hidden City. Erestor's eyes filled with awe at the shining armor of the warriors, while the herald’s held high the elaborate flags of the two houses that waved gently in the light breeze. The line of flautists that preceded them played a merry marching tune. Many came out of their houses to wave to the returning soldiers who were lead by Lords Glorfindel and Ecthelion.
The ball that Erestor held suddenly fell as he tried to join in the waving, only to roll in front of the massive stallions. Running out to retrieve his toy with no fear, as only an elfling would do, Erestor found that he was the cause of the sudden and efficient halting of the march homeward. Looking up, he gazed upon the bright helm of a smiling soldier. Long dark hair cascaded in waves beneath the helm and as the wearer dismounted gracefully before the young one, his cloak of deep blue swung over his shoulders to reveal the dazzling armor beneath it.
Erestor, frozen to his spot, could do nothing but stare at the warrior who seemed 10 feet tall to him. Suddenly, the warrior stooped down to this elfling's level so that he could talk to him personally.
Taking off his spiked helm, the warrior put it easily under one arm. Cascading waves of ebony fell unbound save for two braids next to each finely pointed ear. Eyes twinkling with mirth regarded the brave little one before him. A melodious tenor spoke to the elfling, “What is your name, young one?”
“My name is Erestor, what is your name?”
Ecthelion threw his head back and laughed at the child's unwavering spirit. Glorfindel sat upon his steed and laughed as well at the fearlessness of youth.
“My name is Ecthelion my pretty little one.” Smiled the lord of the fountain as he gently put a stray hair of the elfling’s back in place. Erestor smiled brightly at the magnificence before him.
“Why did you choose this moment to cross before my soldiers?” Ecthelion wondered.
“My ball, it ran away, and I do believe that your horse squished it.” Erestor replied with a look of melancholy.
Looking at the flattened toy, Ecthelion sighed and shook his head. “I do believe you are correct and I shall have to replace your ball with another, would that be to your pleasing, young Erestor?”
“Oh, yes, my lord!” The elfling beamed joyfully, his dark eyes filled with happiness.
Ecthelion then reached for his blue velvet pouch that was securely tied upon his sword belt and began to rummage through it only to produce two pieces of wrapped hard candies. He offered both to the little one before him, who smiled brightly and lunged forward to place a sweet kiss upon the warrior's cheek in return.
“Thank you so very much,” Erestor whispered and then hugged his new friend.
“You are most welcome my young Erestor.” Ecthelion then stood and bowed, replacing his spiked helm and making sure that Erestor was returned safely to the side of the road once more.
As Ecthelion mounted and resumed his march, Glorfindel grinned brightly. “So you have made another friend. You have such patience, Thel.”
Ecthelion shrugged his shoulders, “How could I not, was he not the sweetest elfling you have ever seen?” Glorfindel could do naught but agree with his friend.
Erestor ran towards the back of his house. Nearing the steps where his mother and father were relaxing in the afternoon sun, he began a joyful skipping and fell into his mother's waiting arms, hugging her tightly.
“Look nana, may I eat them?” He opened his hand to show her the candy therein.
“Who gave this to you, my son?” Questioned his father with curiosity.
Erestor's face suddenly revealed a look of such immense affection that his little cheeks reddened from blushing. “Ecthelion,” was the preoccupied reply.
Erestor's father's eyes widened in surprise, “The Lord of the Fountain?”
Shaking his head Erestor actually sighed dreamily, “I love him, when I grow up I am going to marry him.” Leaning against his mother, he was shocked as his father stood and grabbed him by his sleeves, the candy effectively knocked out of his hand in the process. Dragging Erestor into the house, his mother cried out and followed her family inside of their modest home.
Once inside, Erestor's father let go of his arms only to grab his chin tightly, bringing his son's gaze to his own.
“You must NEVER say such things again, do you hear me!” Hissed his father, spit flying from his mouth in ire. Chin trembling, Erestor began to cry.
“Males. Do. Not. Marry. It. Is. Forbidden.” He emphasized each word he spoke through clenched teeth.
Looking towards his mother for support, he saw that she too was crying. “Wh ... why is it wrong?” He stammered
.
“Because it is the wrong path! I never want to hear such things from your lips again, do you hear me?”
Erestor nodded, his mind spinning, “Why is love wrong?” He whispered.
“Love is not wrong, love between males is wrong… only males and females love each other and marry. Now go to your room until dinner is ready.”
“Y ... yes sir,” Erestor turned to go to his room, his shoulder's slumped in retreat. He just had his innocent little world blown apart.
TBC...
Author: erviniae
Pairing: none… yet, Erestor, Ecthelion, Glorfindel
Rating: PG to eventual NC-17
Disclaimer: All belongs to the esteemed Tolkien. I make no profit
In having fun with his wonderful universe.
Summary: Sometimes the wrong path is often the
Right one.
A/N: Erestor is around 20, or about the human age of 7.
Feedback: If you would be so kind.
411 First Age, Gondolin
Sitting beside the road that led to his house, the elfling watched as the elite of the warriors made their way through the third gates of the Hidden City. Erestor's eyes filled with awe at the shining armor of the warriors, while the herald’s held high the elaborate flags of the two houses that waved gently in the light breeze. The line of flautists that preceded them played a merry marching tune. Many came out of their houses to wave to the returning soldiers who were lead by Lords Glorfindel and Ecthelion.
The ball that Erestor held suddenly fell as he tried to join in the waving, only to roll in front of the massive stallions. Running out to retrieve his toy with no fear, as only an elfling would do, Erestor found that he was the cause of the sudden and efficient halting of the march homeward. Looking up, he gazed upon the bright helm of a smiling soldier. Long dark hair cascaded in waves beneath the helm and as the wearer dismounted gracefully before the young one, his cloak of deep blue swung over his shoulders to reveal the dazzling armor beneath it.
Erestor, frozen to his spot, could do nothing but stare at the warrior who seemed 10 feet tall to him. Suddenly, the warrior stooped down to this elfling's level so that he could talk to him personally.
Taking off his spiked helm, the warrior put it easily under one arm. Cascading waves of ebony fell unbound save for two braids next to each finely pointed ear. Eyes twinkling with mirth regarded the brave little one before him. A melodious tenor spoke to the elfling, “What is your name, young one?”
“My name is Erestor, what is your name?”
Ecthelion threw his head back and laughed at the child's unwavering spirit. Glorfindel sat upon his steed and laughed as well at the fearlessness of youth.
“My name is Ecthelion my pretty little one.” Smiled the lord of the fountain as he gently put a stray hair of the elfling’s back in place. Erestor smiled brightly at the magnificence before him.
“Why did you choose this moment to cross before my soldiers?” Ecthelion wondered.
“My ball, it ran away, and I do believe that your horse squished it.” Erestor replied with a look of melancholy.
Looking at the flattened toy, Ecthelion sighed and shook his head. “I do believe you are correct and I shall have to replace your ball with another, would that be to your pleasing, young Erestor?”
“Oh, yes, my lord!” The elfling beamed joyfully, his dark eyes filled with happiness.
Ecthelion then reached for his blue velvet pouch that was securely tied upon his sword belt and began to rummage through it only to produce two pieces of wrapped hard candies. He offered both to the little one before him, who smiled brightly and lunged forward to place a sweet kiss upon the warrior's cheek in return.
“Thank you so very much,” Erestor whispered and then hugged his new friend.
“You are most welcome my young Erestor.” Ecthelion then stood and bowed, replacing his spiked helm and making sure that Erestor was returned safely to the side of the road once more.
As Ecthelion mounted and resumed his march, Glorfindel grinned brightly. “So you have made another friend. You have such patience, Thel.”
Ecthelion shrugged his shoulders, “How could I not, was he not the sweetest elfling you have ever seen?” Glorfindel could do naught but agree with his friend.
Erestor ran towards the back of his house. Nearing the steps where his mother and father were relaxing in the afternoon sun, he began a joyful skipping and fell into his mother's waiting arms, hugging her tightly.
“Look nana, may I eat them?” He opened his hand to show her the candy therein.
“Who gave this to you, my son?” Questioned his father with curiosity.
Erestor's face suddenly revealed a look of such immense affection that his little cheeks reddened from blushing. “Ecthelion,” was the preoccupied reply.
Erestor's father's eyes widened in surprise, “The Lord of the Fountain?”
Shaking his head Erestor actually sighed dreamily, “I love him, when I grow up I am going to marry him.” Leaning against his mother, he was shocked as his father stood and grabbed him by his sleeves, the candy effectively knocked out of his hand in the process. Dragging Erestor into the house, his mother cried out and followed her family inside of their modest home.
Once inside, Erestor's father let go of his arms only to grab his chin tightly, bringing his son's gaze to his own.
“You must NEVER say such things again, do you hear me!” Hissed his father, spit flying from his mouth in ire. Chin trembling, Erestor began to cry.
“Males. Do. Not. Marry. It. Is. Forbidden.” He emphasized each word he spoke through clenched teeth.
Looking towards his mother for support, he saw that she too was crying. “Wh ... why is it wrong?” He stammered
.
“Because it is the wrong path! I never want to hear such things from your lips again, do you hear me?”
Erestor nodded, his mind spinning, “Why is love wrong?” He whispered.
“Love is not wrong, love between males is wrong… only males and females love each other and marry. Now go to your room until dinner is ready.”
“Y ... yes sir,” Erestor turned to go to his room, his shoulder's slumped in retreat. He just had his innocent little world blown apart.
TBC...