Falling into Temptation

Falling into Temptation.

Chapter/ Part: 10.


Author:
Celebrian.

E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com

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Pairing:
Elrohir/ Glorfindel & ElronEresErestor. Elladan also mentioned.

Rating:
PG13.

Summary: A chaotic morning.

Disclaimer:
I don’t own them :o( But they all live in my mind.

Warnings: kinda funny I suppose…


Author’s
notes: According to elvish majority
standards. An elf reaches adulthood at the age of 50 our 21 equivalent. So in
this story Elrohir and Elladan are between 40 and 41 elvish years. This would
make them 17 in human standards.

Elvish
Translations: Amin mela lle: I love you. // Amin mela lle,
beika Erestor: I love you too Erestor. // Mela en´ coiamin: Love of my life //
Lirimaer: Lovely one.// Ammin merna lle,
A´maelarain: I want you, My beloved. // Quel amrun: Good morning.
Menelya: Friday. // Ada: Father/ Papa. // Mead: Sweet wine of fermented honey.

Feedback: Please, Please! I beg of you. I will be
eternally grateful :o)

 

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Special Thanks to Betas Emerald & Elaine :o) * *

 

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A soft
murmur made them pull apart. Glorfindel drew back in his chair as Erestor and
Elladan appeared through the side door.

 

Erestor
smirked as he saw his golden haired friend pulling away quickly from his
beloved’s side. The dark haired tutor
prompted a hesitant Elladan to step in the room.

 

“Here I
bring you your lost student…”

 

“I was
about to go looking for you, Elladan…” The blond eldar looked at Elladan fondly
and smiled reassuringly to his oldest charge.

 

“He thought
he could skip his class today.” The dark haired tutor said playing fake
gravity.

 

“But we are
going to draw maps today!” Glorfindel stated thrilled.

 

“And it is
a very useful thing. Right?” Elladan asked frowning with both his arms crossed
over his chest.

 

“Of course
it is…” Glorfindel rose from his chair and approached the two elves standing
close to the door.

 

“He likes
maps …” Erestor explain to Elladan who was looking at Glorfindel, as if the
blond eldar had stated the task at hand would be the most enjoyable ever, “one
of Glorfindel´s favourite types of work…”

 

“Indeed… It
is quite interesting to draw maps, you need to be extremely precise” The golden
haired eldar looked briefly at Erestor and then gazed his student once more.
“Go fetch the maps on that shelf and find one you like.”

 

“Alright…”
Elladan nodded, still gloomy, heading to the appointed shelves with his
brother.

 

“Get all
you need to start, I will be right back.”

 

Both elder
left the library and, after walking a considerable distance so the twins woulot bot be able to listen, Erestor finally spoke.


 

“Try to pay
special attention to Elladan today, he misses Elrohir and he feels lonely”
Erestor watched Glorfindel carefully as the golden haired eldar nodded. “I was
thinking I might take both of them to the stables with me this afternoon.”

 

“Yes. It
will do them good to spend some time together.” Glorfindel stated quietly.

 

“Do not dare
blame yourself for this…”Erestor ordered firmly as he saw his friends self
guilt darkening the momentary bliss on his features. “If it was not you Elrohir
would have fallen for another elf… and he
would have been busy pursuing another instead of you… but this would
have still be happening. They are only growing up. And we all know how
susceptible Elladan is in the matters of the ones who love him”

 

“Yes… And
since he has broken up with Firnloos he has been… ”

 

The two
elder stopped their conversation as they heard the beginning of a discussion
not far away. After looking at each other they hurried to the library. As soon
as they entered the elven tutors found their students, trying to rescue the now
partially black maps from spilled ink.

 

“I have
told you to be careful Elrohir!…Look what you have done!” Elladan accused.

 

“I already
said I was sorry! There is no need for you to yell at me!”

 

“There is
no need for anybody to raise their voices.” Stated Glorfindel quietly as he and
Erestor approached the messed desk. “Accidents do happen… Go clean your hands”
The golden haired eldar stared at the desk, trying to figure out which object
should be removed first.

 

“I am sorry
Glorfindel…” Elrohir pouted.

 

“It is
alright Elrohir. Now, go clean your hands.” Erestor could see the gloom filling
Elrohir´s eyes as Glorfindel paid no heed to his apology, instead concentrating
on the mess he and his brother had caused.

 

Both
elflings left the room and their tutors behind as they headed to the kitchen.

 

Erestor
watched the desk and took the small things away as Glorfindel took the robe,
which had been obviously, used in the attempt to absorb some of the ink, off
the map. The blond eldar sighed at the sight of a bigger mess under the piece
of clothing.

 

“I can not
move this. I will leave a trail of ink if I do.”

 

“Mnnn… That
glass vessel!…” The dark haired elf took the empty glass container and handed
it to Glorfindel who made a bundle to squeeze into it.

 

“Elrond
will not be happy with this.” The blond elf stated as he pulled a stray braid
out his view.

 

“It was an
accident. Stay still” Erestor ordered as he smirked. “You have ink in your
cheek” He said as he rubbed the ugly stain off his friend’s pale skin.

 

“It will
match my hands I suppose…” He bitterly mused as he stared at his black fingers.

 

“Yes…”Erestor giggled.

 

The twins
stopped at the entrance as they saw the elders that close. They were only
taking care of the stain but somehow they seemed younger to the elflings eyes.
Maybe it was the fact that elder elves were rarely that close to each
other…unless they were lovers…or maybe it was because they were giggling as
young elves do… Erestor was trying gleefully to remove the dark stain as he
sniggered and Glorfindel was smirking, amused.

 

“Stay
still. Glorfindel.” Erestor smiled. “There”

 

Elrohir
envied and hated Erestor at that moment. He was touching HIS elf. Glorfindel
was HIS. And he did not want anybody to touch him. Ever!.

As the
younger prince’s irritation grew, his brother wondered if the two elves he was
watching had beoverovers in the past. Something twitched in his stomach, at his
consideration, but he was not able to recognize why.

 

“Thankyou.”
Glorfindel smiled at Erestor and looked at the two young elves staring at them
in awe. “You are back..”

 

“I will
take this to the kitchen…And you do not touch your face!.” The dark haired
eldar commanded chuckling as he left theraryrary with the glass vessel;
containing the now, ruined piece of clothing.

 

“We better
start doing something. You two tidy the desk while I go wash my hands.”
Glorfindel left, and Elrohir´s eyes followed the blond eldar off the room.

 

“Will you
stare at the entrance until he comes back, or are you going to help me?”
Elladan asked annoyed, making his twin face him. “You think they might have
been lovers?” He asked puzzled as Elrohir took some clean maps from the floor.

 

“NO.” The
younger elf tried vainly to control the tone of his voice.

 

“You do not
think so or you do not want to think so?” Elladan asked calmly.

 

Elrohir
stared at his twin for some moments completely lost in his anger and suddenly
stormed out of the room, leaving a surprised Elladan watching him disappear
through the stone arcade.

 

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Elrohir
entered Glorfindel´s room and stepped into the bathroom where the blond elf
still worked to remove the remains of dark ink from his pale long fingers.

 

“Elrohir
what are you doing here?!. You should be down stairs helping bro brother.”
Glorfindel stated seriously

 

“Have you
slept with him?” The young prince inquired, making the serious elf stare at
him, frowning in his confusion. “With Erestor. Have you ever bedded him?”

 

“Elrohir,
you are out of your place.” Glorfindel stated firmly to his young charge as he
reached for a towel to dry his still inky hands.

 

“You are
avoiding my question.” The prince of Imladris stared angrily at the blond
eldar, demanding an immediate answer.

 

“You are
being childPen-Pen-Neth” Glorfindel warned quietly as he tossed the towel aside
and look angrily at his beloved. “Now. Let us go downstairs and forget this
ever happened.” He passed next to the young elf, who crossed his arms over his
chest whilst looking at him sternly.

 

“I will not
leave this room, until you answer what I have asked you!”

 

Glorfindel
turned to face the stubborn elfling and he saw mixed with the demanding
features of his beloveds beautiful face, signs of an imminent pout being
furiously held back.

This image
reminded Glorfindel that he was not dealing with a grown up elf, he was dealing
with an elfling who has not reached his majority yet. And whose insecurities
were surely increased by his inexperience in the field of love. “No.” He stated
after a deep sigh. “I have never bedded Erestor.”

 

“Then why
did you let him touch you?”. The youngster’s arms fell to his sides as his
features combined misery with jealousy. “I
want to be the only one to touch you!”

 

“You are.”
He affirmed, locking his gaze with Elrohir´s.

 

“No. I am
not. You would not let me near you .” Warm, protective arms enfolded him
soothing the distress away as soft calming kisses were spread on his hair.

 

“You are
near me now. And you were yesterday…” Glorfindel smiled lovingly at his beloved
who had pulled his head up to face him. “…when we kissed…” the blond eldar
smiled as Elrohir blushed.

 

“Yes… but,
I want…” Elrohir tangled his arms around the eldar´s neck. “I want to be with
you Glorfindel…” His eyelashes fluttered unconsciously.

 

* If you only could imagine how much do I have
to fight the urge to pull you to my bed now… and love you…* “You promised
you would wait…” The eldar´s whisper reminded him. The blond one, thought
better to focus on the promise Elrohir had made the day before than trying to
explain WHY they should wait. * Why
should we wait?* He asked to himself as Elrohir hands slid inside of the
neck of his robe, to pet teasingly the nape of his neck… His beloved was too
young and fragile… and this whole scene had managed to prove this …

 

“And I
will… but I do not want others to touch you…I want you to myself…”

 

“I am yours
Elrohir. Have you not noticed yet?” The blond eldar smiled as Elrohir grinned
pleased with that idyllic statement. “I am yours…” Elrohir kissed him
possessively and Glorfindel allowed the young elf to hold him close, to posses
him…even if it was only with a kiss.

 

Finally air was claimed by their lungs… They
looked at each other for some seconds and Glorfindel pulled away, taking
Elrohir´s hand in his own. Silently, he leaded the younger one to the door and
into the library.

 

The same
mess was still on the floor and on the desk, and Elladan was nowhere to be
seen.

 

“Elladan?” Glorfindel called.

 

“He is not
here…” Elrohir whispered and looked at his beloved. “I might have left him…
speaking to himself… I …”

 

“You stay
here… and please try to tidy that mess. I will go see where your brother is.”
The elder elf left after Elrohir´s quiet nod.

 

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He had
searched the entire house and found no signs of Elladan. The oldest twin was a
master when it came to hiding. He would only be found if he wished to be…

 

Glorfindel
entered the kitchen which was the last place Elladan would set a foot in. Too
many maids together in one place he said, when Elrond punished him with kitchen
duty… but the blond eldar decided to take a look anyway…

 

He only saw
Erestor still holding the library vessel, cradled in his arms as he talked to
one of the cooks.

 

After
nodding respectfully to the one he was speaking to, the dark haired elf
approached his friend, watching him with a puzzled look.

 

“What have
they done now?” Erestor asked at Glorfindel´s troubled expression.

 

“I can not
find Elladan. Have you not seen him?”

 

“Not since
I left him in the library…”

 

“I have
searched the entire house and there is no sign of him. I hope he has not gone
out alone…”The golden haired elf said as he rubbed his temple in a worried
mannerism.

 

“I do not
think he did… he is clever enough to know better. He will not enrage his father
now that his reprimand is ending. How did you manage to lose Elladan?” Erestor
asked amused and intrigued.

 

“I left
after you did, to go wash my hands and Elrohir followed some minutes after … He
appeared in the bathroom and when we came down Elladan was gone.”

 

“Did he
made a scene?…”Erestor looked at his friend who was quietly searching the place
with his eyes.

 

“Who?”
Glorfindel managed to say distracted.

 

“Elrohir.”
With the mention of the youngest prince name Erestor got Glorfindel´s full
attention. “He was about to shout at me to step away from you when he saw us…”

 

“Are you
planning on carrying that all day?” Glorfindel asked a little annoyed at the
elf standing infront of him cradling the vessel as if it was an injured animal.

 

These had been really long hours and they
still had all day to survive the young prince’s particular moods…

 

“I knew it…
I should be more careful when the little one is around… If he is half the way
his father is …” Erestor spoke with genuine concern about the youngster’s
feelings. If he was half the way his father was, both Glorfindel and Elrohir
would have to learn to deal with that. Peredhil men tended to be a little...
possessive with their lovers. And sometimes both ends of the road suffered the
consequences of that behaviour. Nothing Erestor could not manage, a couple of
kisses and the right kind cuddles worked magic when it came to reassured his
beloved. But Glorfindel could not use that kind of magic yet… nor he dared to…

 

“How am I?”
Elrond asked, surprising his lover as he stood behind him, close yet not close
enough for contact. Only the fabric of their clothes meet.

 

“Then you
blame ME for listening to the conversations of others…” Erestor complained
bogusly as he turned to face his beloved who smiled tenderly, back at him.

 

“I was
passing by…” The Lord of Imladris teased. Using the same excuse his lover had
used when he had been the one caught listening to his private conversation with
Glorfindel. The conversation in which Elrond had confessed the true nature of
his feelings towards Erestor. “Why are you carrying that?” He asked as he poked
the fabric on the vessel and recognised his son’s robe. “What happened?”

 

“What do
you want to hear first?” Erestor smiled.

 

“I want to
hear everything.” Elrond ordered lightly as he watched the golden haired eldar
rubbing his forehead nervously. “Are you well Glorfindel?”

 

“I can not
find Elladan…” The blond eldar´s heart was pounding furiously. There was no
other way to explain how he had lost the oldest of Elrond´s sons but to reveal
that Elrohir had followed him. And he did not want to reveal the younger one’s
actions, nor his. But there was no other way to explain what had happen.

 

“Our
elflings are rather excited today… I am afraid they have stressed Glorfindel”
Erestor stated trying to help his blond friend. Surely Glorfindel would not
want to tell Elrohir´s father that the young elf had followed him. Much less
explain the nature of the conversation Glorfindel had had with the youngest
prince.

 

“What have
they done?” Elrond addressed to both his lover and his golden haired friend.

 

“To
summarize… The twins had a quarrel or something like it, because Elrohir was
troubled when he came to the library, then they spilt a gill of ink on a couple
of maps, whilst I was discussing Elladan´s mood with Erestor … ” Glorfindel
pointed to the bottom of the glass container in Erestor´s arms. “… and they
have obviously used Elrohir´s robe to clean the mess… making it worse… “

 

“Come. Let
us go to the library… We will wait for them there.”

 

“Elrohir is
supposed to be there. I left him cleaning the remains of the mess they had made
in order to save the rest of the maps…” Glorfindel stated as they started their
way to the library. “Give me this…” He took the glass vessel from Erestor´s
hands and handed it to one of the nearest maidens. After thanking the young
elf-girl he looked at Erestor. “Someone
might think you are in love Erestor…” He teased, making Erestor blush while his
lover looked at him, suppressing a chuckle.

 

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Neither
Elladan nor Elrohir were in the library. Some of the maps still lay on the
stone floor.

 

The still
chaotic scene made the three elders sigh heavily.

 

“We will
wait for them here… They will come back …” Elrond pronounced.

 

Erestor and
Glorfindel sat around the inviting fire while Elrond poured some wine into the
crafted goblets.

 

“Have you spoken
to Elladan?” Elrond asked his lover as he handed him a goblet filled with mead
after had handed another one to Glorfindel, who was sitting in front of him.

 

“Yes. He is
quite troubled. He misses Elrohir terribly and he is afraid he might lose him
somehow. He feels lonely. We should pay more attention to him over the next
couple of days.”

 

“Yes…
Especially since he lost Firnloos, it is never easy to lose the one lov love or
think you love…” Glorfindel agreed.

 

“Especially
at their age…” Erestor added. It seems like the end of the world when you lose
the affection of the one you hold dearest …”

 

“It always
hurts… No matter the age you have. If you are in love, it is the end of the
world to your heart..” Elrond added gloomily.

 

“I have
told him he can spend time with us when he is feeling lonely…We can ask for his
help with some trivial work…”

 

“Elladan
would hate me if I asked him to help me remake the maps they have ruined. And I
am afraid that is what I will be doing the next days…”

 

“ I am sure
Elrohir will be happy to help you…” Erestor grinned playfully.

 

“Speaking
of Elrohir.” The Lord of Imladris flipped his gaze, from his teasing lover, to
his blond blushing friend sitting in front of him. “How is he?”. He asked avoiding Erestor´s perfect cue to
torture the golden haired eldar. His friend had had a difficult day this far.
He would not make it worst. For now…

 

“He is
well… he was upset this morning about
something Elladan told him… but I believe he has already forgotten that… and
then he mentioned that he had left his brother speaking to himself… but I did
not pay much attention, as I needed to
go search for Elladan.”

 

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“Elladan?
Are you in here?” Elrohir whispered as he popped his head through the door of
the storage room, he had never liked that place and he doubted he ever would.
Too dark and silent for his personal taste yet it seemed to be one of Elladan´s
favourite hiding places. He had told Elrohir so, only under the promise that he
would never shared his secret with the elder. No matter how bad the situation
was Elrohir could never reveal this hiding place. “Ellada


 

“Go away…”
The distant voice ordered.

 

“Please do
not make me go in there. Come out and talk to me…”The younger prince pleaded.

 

“What for?.
You will leave me speaking alone again.” Elladan recriminated from the security
of the dark corner he was huddled in.

 

“I am sorry
Elladan… I did not mean to leave you talking to yourself. I was not really
thinking… Please come out…”

 

“No!”

 

“Very
well…” Elrohir took a deep breath as if he was about to go under water and
entered one of the rooms that had caused him nightmares when he was little.
Elrohir smiled to himself at the memory of the blond eldar cradling him tightly
on his arms soothing the bad dreams away… “There you are! You know I hate this
place…” The younger brother complained as he sat next to his twin.

 

“You did
not have to enter.”

 

“Yes I did.
You did not want to come out.”

 

“What do
you want?.”

 

“I want to
know why are you angry at me. I know I was
rude a few hours ago, but I did not mean to be, and I feel there is
something else.” He looked at his twin, batting his eyelashes. “Please. Tell me
what is going on…”

 

“You would
already have noticed, if you were not eyeing Glorfindel all day.” The oldest
prince retorted dryly.

 

“You know I
can not help it Elladan.” Elrohir blushed at this statement. Luckily the
shadows of the room hid it.

 

“You are
following him all the time, speaking of him all the time, watching him… there
are other things besides Glorfindel. I can understand you are in love with him.
But you forgot about me…” He ended quietly. “I miss you…”

 

“Oh. I am
sorry.” Elrohir embraced his brother tightly. So tightly he nearly choked him.

 

“Can’t
breathe” Elladan gasped.

 

“Sorry…”
Elrohir giggled as he pulled Elladan´s hair away of his beautiful face. “I love you Elladan. I would never forget
about you!. I realised I might be little distracted pursuing Glorfindel.”

 

“A
little?!. You are not pursing, Elrohir. You are hunting. You have not seen
yourself staring at him. You look at him as if he was your prey.”

 

“I do want
him Elladan. More than anything…And besides you were the one who told me to
hunt him!” He slapped his twins shoulder. “You told me I gave him time to
think…”

 

“Well you
are certainly not giving him much time to think now…” He chuckled. “I think he
does love you. I have seen him watching you…” The oldest prince smiled
reassuringly at his brother.

 

“You have?!
When?!” Elrohir asked excited. “Tell me”

 

“Lots of
times. When he thinks neither of us is paying attention to him.” Elladan smiled
proudly. “But I saw him. Lots of times… and he did not notice me. But you… You
should be more careful. Otherwise father is going to notice.”

 

“I do try
to avoid Glorfindel when father is around. I can not see him without being able
to lose myself in his beauty…” The younger prince sighed dreamily. “He is so , beautiful… the golden hair
falling lazily down his back…”

 

“Oh no. Do
not dare start now. You will make me run away from here if I have to listen to
you one more time speaking of why you think Glorfindel is the most beautiful
inhabitant of Imladris. We already did that…and we have disagreed…” He said
thoughtfully.

 

“Yes…”
Elrohir smiled. “Erestor is quite attractive too but…” Elrohir bit his tongue
so as not to reveal his brother what he had found. Not yet, Elrohir preferred
to talk to his father before discussing his father’s affairs with his twin.
Elrohir did not know how he was he going to react. After all Elladan was the
one more attached to their mother.

 

“But what?”

 

“I forgot…
what I was going to say…” The youngest twin giggled nervously.

 

“Are you
two not supposed to be taking your class with Lord Glorfindel?”. Lindir asked
as he saw the twins sitting in the shadows of the storage room corner.

 

“Eh… Yes…
Is just that… We were …” Elladan mumbled without really knowing what he was
going to say.

 

“Does he
know you are here?”

 

“No…”Elrohir
muttered ashamed.

 

“Well. Then
I recommend you to go back to your class if you do not want to get yourselves
in trouble.”

 

“Yes
Lindir…” The twins spoke at unison and hurried off the room.

 

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The twins
entered the library and stopped at the entrance hesitatingly. They were all
there. Erestor, Glorfindel and their father… They were in trouble.

 

“Come…
Please.”. Both Glorfindel and Erestor moved their gazes to the main door as
Elrond welcomed his hesitant sons. The two elflings were standing as if they
wanted to run away from the room.

 

“Ada…We…”
Elrohir stopped as Elrond calmly raised his hand shushing him.

 

“I do not
want to hear any excuses. From either of you.” He stared at both of them
sternly.

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“But…”

 

“Elladan.”
The Lord of Imladris warned to his oldest son as he looked at him. “I will be the one asking only the questions
that need to be answered.” Both his sons looked at him and then stared at the
floor. “You have spilled ink on two of
our more useful maps, Elrohir´s robe was ruined in the attempt to save the
documents. The library is a mess and I believe Glorfindel asked you to tidy
it…how long ago?. An hour?!…”

 

“And a
half…” muttered the youngest prince.

 

“We are
sorry Ada… It is just that…” Elladan
was adding when he found himself interrupted by his father’s deep voice.

 

“What was
so important as to trouble your tutor this way? … and to delay your class?!”

 

“It is my
fault… I said something I should have known would upset Elrohir and …”

 

“ No,
Papa…It was my fault. I left Elladan speaking to himself and when I … well I
went to find him …” The youngest prince interrupted his brother.

 

“First. I
can not imagine what could have been so important as to leave your brother
speaking to himself. But that I will not ask about. What I want to know is much
less complicated. Why have you two left the library when Glorfindel clearly
asked you to stay here and clean this chaos you have created…”

 

“There is
no simple answer to that Ada…” Elladan almost stepped back unconsciously as he
met his father’s irritated look. Elladan thought he would die of fear if he
were an orc and had to face his enraged father in battle. He could kill the
enemy with that piercing look. Elladan was happy he was his son… and not his
enemy. “Well it is not simple to explain…”He muttered fearfully.

 

“Elrohir?.
Can you explain what happened?”

 

Elrohir did
not dare to look up from the square he was concentrating on. If he looked up he
would look at Glorfindel and his father would notice. The stone square was
safer… “No. Papa… I am sorry…” He whispered.

 

“You have
troubled Glorfindel the way you did for no reason then?!”

 

“Nay… There
was a reason, Ada…” Elrohir babbled still staring at the stone square next to
his father’s feet.

 

“We
just…can not tell it to you …”The oldest twin added uneasily.

 

Elrond
raised both his eyebrows and stared at his children mutely. What could he say
to that?.

 

“And we are
sorry we distressed Glorfindel… we did not mean to…”Elladan felt a little
uncomfortable with the fact, that his dark haired tutor had been present for
his father’s admonishment to them… He was looking stern again, serious, as he
always looked… Suddenly Elladan missed the smile Erestor let him see a few hours
ago…

 

“We will
behave… We promise papa…” Elrohir mumbled shyly. Glorfindel was there… how was
Elrohir going to convince the blond eldar that he was older enough to be with
him if his father kept treating him like this in front of him…

 

“Do you
have something you would like to say, Glorfindel?” Elrond asked.

 

“No…” The
golden haired elf shook his head slightly as he faced the Lord of the house.

 

Elrohir´s
heart broke in thousands of pieces… He had troubled his beloved and now
Glorfindel was sad and stressed because of him… and Elladan… Ah… what would
Elrohir not do to soothe Glorfindel´s worries away…

 

“Well… I
think there is nothing more to say then. You will clean that …” The Lord of the
house pointed the mess on the floor. “And you will start your class as soon as
you finish with it. When you finish here, you two will go help Lindir in the
kitchen and do what ever he needs you to…yes Elladan?!” Elrond stared at his
older son menacingly as this one, bit his tongue not to complain. “Something
you want to say?”

 

“No papa…
We will help Lindir…” The oldest twin managed to say unhappily.

 

“Good… Now
start with that…” Elrohir and Elladan went to do as they were ordered and the
dark haired elven Lord grasped the golden haired shoulder reassuringly. “Do you
feel like dealing with them until the afternoon my friend?” He asked not so
secretly that his children did not hear and he could almost feel Elrohir´s
anxious peep at them while he tided the papers on the floor. “ If either of
them cause even minimal trouble, you send them to the study” He added after
Glorfindel nodded.

 

The dark
haired elder had left the room and after taking a deep breath Glorfindel stood
to help the twin brothers clean the mess it should have been cleaned hours ago…


 

TBC…