Isolation
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
4,462
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
1
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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.
Part 11
Part 11…
Lindir stirrrousroused from slumber by the insistent, niggling sensation that someone was staring at him. Blinking to bring his eyes into focus he angled his head to meet the probing silver-grey gaze of his bed partner.
“So it wasn’dreadream.” He smiled bashfully, as his cheeks turned red. He really had meant to say something more endearing, charming, sophisticated even, but no… he had to go and blurt out something stupid like that.
“No, no dream.” Was the gentle reply.
Elrond smias has his lover blushed thinking he had never seen anything as appealing or as beautiful as his naked lover was in the pre-dawn light. Lindirs skin had a honeyed glow that seemed to draw what little bit of light had been able to seep through the heavy drapes covering the windows. He had woken a few minutes ago and could not help but stared at the alluring elf in his arms, gently twirling a strand of silky auburn hair around his finger, waiting for Lindir to stir and wondering what he should say about their recent activities. It was not that he regretted taking the minstrel to bed, he was more worried about his sudden lack of decorum and ethics, you simply do not go about bedding members of your staff. Now that he had gone and done the unthinkable the question remained; what was what he was going to do about it now?
“Lindir… we need to talk.”
Lindir felt his heart skip a beat at Elrond serious tone. Oh please, oh please, oh please don’t let hegreegret last night. After years of yearning for the dark, magnificent elf Lord, to finally be granted his hearts desire only to have it taken away after one solitary night would be devastating. Telling himself that what ever his Lord and love decreed, fully expecting to be cast aside as a one time affair, he would accept and honor his decision.
“Lindir.” Elrond sat up, putting some distance between the two of them and interlaced his fingers, laying them across his lap. “Last night… I should not have… done what I did. It was inadvisable for someone of my position to bed a member of his staff and, until now, I have never done so.”
Lindir, who had sat up when Elrond had, nodded and stared fixedly at his lap, willing his tears not to fall. The pressure around his heart seemed to have doubled with every word spoken, and any moment now he was certain it would burst, shattering into a million pieces. Wouldn’t that be humiliating? To have collapsed and died of a broken heart, buck naked, in his Lords bed. Elves would be gossiping about it for centuries, but what would he care, he would be dead anyway.
“I can only see one solution to this dilemma…” Elrond paused and looked at the unspeaking elf at his side, taking in the dejected posture, before continuing. “I am afraid I will have to fire you… Erestor will just have to find someone else to assist him.”
Lindir jerked his head up and stared. He blinked. He opened his mouth but could only gape. He stared some more. Eventually he was able to convince his vocal cords to function. “You’re… firing me...?” His voice broke, trailing off in a forlorn whisper. Not only did Elrond regret their actions but he was being dismissed as well, oh could his life be any more pathetic?
“It’s the only solution I can co~g$ive of Lindir, unless we cease being lovers, which I frankly do not even wish to consider, or I cease being Lord of drisdris and that would be rather… impossible. Unfortunately, with a household as large as this any relationship we have will not go unremarked for long and as much as I would like to ignore propriety I cannot.” Realizing he was being presumptuous he tried to fix his error. “I… is this… acceptable to you Lindir? I mean, I seem to be making decisions and jumping to conclusions without even considering your feelings, I’m sorry. I would of course understand if you do not want to continue our association… there are after all no expectations and if you only want for this to be one night… that is, of course, fine.” Elrond was babbling, something he only rarely did and only when extremely nervous, as he evidently was now. Gritting his teeth so he would stop speaking he sat there, waiting for Lindir to respond.
… yo… you want to… keep me? That’s the only reason you’re firing me and not… not because you don’t want me?” Lindir could not keep the awe out of his voice and his smile lit up the whole room with its brilliance. “In that case, I happily resign my position as scribe and assistant… or I will just as soon as Master Erestor returns from his trip. That is if you can endure having an employee as a lover for a few more days my Lord?”
“I think I can manage, and Lindir…” Reaching across the distance separating their bodies Elrond ghosted his hand over the minstrels’ bare chest, rubbing the pad of his thumb over a rap har hardening nipple, eliciting a gasp from you younger elf. “When we are alone… call me Elrond.”
“Yes…*gasp*… Elrond.” Elrond claimed Lindirs lips in a heated kiss and the two lost themselves in each other until the sun had risen much higher and sounds of busy elves could be heard in the courtyard.
TBC…
Lindir stirrrousroused from slumber by the insistent, niggling sensation that someone was staring at him. Blinking to bring his eyes into focus he angled his head to meet the probing silver-grey gaze of his bed partner.
“So it wasn’dreadream.” He smiled bashfully, as his cheeks turned red. He really had meant to say something more endearing, charming, sophisticated even, but no… he had to go and blurt out something stupid like that.
“No, no dream.” Was the gentle reply.
Elrond smias has his lover blushed thinking he had never seen anything as appealing or as beautiful as his naked lover was in the pre-dawn light. Lindirs skin had a honeyed glow that seemed to draw what little bit of light had been able to seep through the heavy drapes covering the windows. He had woken a few minutes ago and could not help but stared at the alluring elf in his arms, gently twirling a strand of silky auburn hair around his finger, waiting for Lindir to stir and wondering what he should say about their recent activities. It was not that he regretted taking the minstrel to bed, he was more worried about his sudden lack of decorum and ethics, you simply do not go about bedding members of your staff. Now that he had gone and done the unthinkable the question remained; what was what he was going to do about it now?
“Lindir… we need to talk.”
Lindir felt his heart skip a beat at Elrond serious tone. Oh please, oh please, oh please don’t let hegreegret last night. After years of yearning for the dark, magnificent elf Lord, to finally be granted his hearts desire only to have it taken away after one solitary night would be devastating. Telling himself that what ever his Lord and love decreed, fully expecting to be cast aside as a one time affair, he would accept and honor his decision.
“Lindir.” Elrond sat up, putting some distance between the two of them and interlaced his fingers, laying them across his lap. “Last night… I should not have… done what I did. It was inadvisable for someone of my position to bed a member of his staff and, until now, I have never done so.”
Lindir, who had sat up when Elrond had, nodded and stared fixedly at his lap, willing his tears not to fall. The pressure around his heart seemed to have doubled with every word spoken, and any moment now he was certain it would burst, shattering into a million pieces. Wouldn’t that be humiliating? To have collapsed and died of a broken heart, buck naked, in his Lords bed. Elves would be gossiping about it for centuries, but what would he care, he would be dead anyway.
“I can only see one solution to this dilemma…” Elrond paused and looked at the unspeaking elf at his side, taking in the dejected posture, before continuing. “I am afraid I will have to fire you… Erestor will just have to find someone else to assist him.”
Lindir jerked his head up and stared. He blinked. He opened his mouth but could only gape. He stared some more. Eventually he was able to convince his vocal cords to function. “You’re… firing me...?” His voice broke, trailing off in a forlorn whisper. Not only did Elrond regret their actions but he was being dismissed as well, oh could his life be any more pathetic?
“It’s the only solution I can co~g$ive of Lindir, unless we cease being lovers, which I frankly do not even wish to consider, or I cease being Lord of drisdris and that would be rather… impossible. Unfortunately, with a household as large as this any relationship we have will not go unremarked for long and as much as I would like to ignore propriety I cannot.” Realizing he was being presumptuous he tried to fix his error. “I… is this… acceptable to you Lindir? I mean, I seem to be making decisions and jumping to conclusions without even considering your feelings, I’m sorry. I would of course understand if you do not want to continue our association… there are after all no expectations and if you only want for this to be one night… that is, of course, fine.” Elrond was babbling, something he only rarely did and only when extremely nervous, as he evidently was now. Gritting his teeth so he would stop speaking he sat there, waiting for Lindir to respond.
… yo… you want to… keep me? That’s the only reason you’re firing me and not… not because you don’t want me?” Lindir could not keep the awe out of his voice and his smile lit up the whole room with its brilliance. “In that case, I happily resign my position as scribe and assistant… or I will just as soon as Master Erestor returns from his trip. That is if you can endure having an employee as a lover for a few more days my Lord?”
“I think I can manage, and Lindir…” Reaching across the distance separating their bodies Elrond ghosted his hand over the minstrels’ bare chest, rubbing the pad of his thumb over a rap har hardening nipple, eliciting a gasp from you younger elf. “When we are alone… call me Elrond.”
“Yes…*gasp*… Elrond.” Elrond claimed Lindirs lips in a heated kiss and the two lost themselves in each other until the sun had risen much higher and sounds of busy elves could be heard in the courtyard.
TBC…