House and Home Series
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
4,208
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Piano
Title: House and Home~Piano
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Websites: Read updates and much more first at my livejournal: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ . ALL my stories are archived at: http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875 . **To join my mailing list go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/ and join the group.
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Ficlet
Pairings: None
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel meet for the first time, and we discover Erestor’s past.
A/N: This is part of the “House and Home Series”. As of right now, this is the earliest story chronologically. The ellian is of my own making, and it implies that the elf is a hermaphrodite.
Erestor looked around the quiet Hall with the eyes of an old warrior, looking for every conceivable point of weakness that could be exploited by an enemy. He wandered idly from one end of the Hall of Fire to the other waiting to be introduced to the Lord of the Valley, Elrond. With a little luck (which he seemed to have in short supply) his petition to join the warriors here would be granted. He was tired of being a vagabond. It was time to call some place home.
His circles through the Hall brought him closer and closer to one of the centerpieces displayed against a wall. The black piano stood upon a raised dais that was draped in red fabric. Hesitantly, Erestor mounted the low dais and ran his hand over the smooth, gleaming wood. He lifted the cover that was situated over the keys. He smiled a little when he noticed that the ivory keys were coated in a thin layer of dust. No one had played this instrument in quite some time.
He glanced around surreptitiously, making sure that there was no-one to see him. He knew it would be hours before the Imladris Lord was free to meet with him, and he hoped that he would have enough time to indulge himself just a little.
The large elf seated himself on the piano bench, and used his sleeve to clean the dust from the keys. Was the instrument still in tune after being dormant for so long? He brought his hands to hover over the keys for a moment. They twitched, as if wanting to flee, and then lowered to play a chord.
He listened closely as he played several chords, then scales. The keys stuck a little and the tune was a bit off. Erestor lifted the huge cover on the instrument and began to tinker with the wires, strumming chords as he went to make sure he was on track. With the appropriate wires tightened or loosened, the piano was once again in tune.
The keys seemed to warm and become pliant under his hands, like the body of a lover. His fingers ran through scales once again, remembering patterns that they had learned long, long ago. Scales slowly turned into songs, one gliding seamlessly into the other. He closed his eyes, his body rocking back and forth in time to the songs.
Erestor lost himself in the beauty of playing. It had been so long since his hands had felt the ivory beneath them, since his foot had felt petal, and since his body have vibrated with sound.
He didn’t know for how long he had played. I had probably been hours, he supposed as he looked out the windows. He was startled by the sound of someone shifting their weight near him, and his head whipped around to see who had made the noise.
A small, golden-haired elf sat on the soft satin drapes that decorated the dais. His eyes were open very wide, and he looked so very, very young. His blond curls bounced around his shoulders and framed a lovely, delicate face. The elf was small in stature, and Erestor was certain that he would tower over the other elf by head and shoulders should they stand side by side. He was that unique mix of male and female that marked him as an ellian, and Erestor found he was quite attracted to the pretty little thing.
“I’m sorry if I disturbed you,” the other elf murmured quietly. “It was just so beautiful…I couldn’t help but stay and listen.”
Erestor smiled and slid the key-cover back in place. “How long have you been here?”
“Long enough to want to hear more.”
The large elf chuckled at this and turned to face the tiny elf more directly. “Does no one here play for you?” he asked, remembering the piano’s neglected state.
“No,” the golden elf said, shaking his head. “Elrond bought it long, long ago because it reminded him of someone special in his life. No one even knew how to play it, but he insisted on having one.”
Erestor’s face looked far away for a second, and a whimsical smile fleetingly appeared on his face. He shook his head and regarded the little elf on the floor. “And who might you be, pen-neth?”
The blond smirked at the use of the term ‘young one’. “I am Glorfindel.”
“Glorfindel?” Erestor frowned slightly. He could see why the elf’s parents would have chosen that name given the sun-blond curls in prominent display, but it was considered discourteous to name an elfling after a great hero of old.
“Yes, Glorfindel. And you might be…”
“Erestor,” the large elf said as he extended his hand to Glorfindel. The blond placed his hand within Erestor’s meaty paw and shook it.
“Welcome to Imladris, Erestor.”
“Would you happen to know the Seneschal of this House?” Erestor queried.
Glorfindel grinned, as if he was hiding something. “I suppose you could say that I know him rather well.”
Erestor cleared his throat and ran his fingers over the wood of the piano. “Do you…uh…do you know if he is recruiting at the moment?” Erestor mentally crossed his fingers, hoping that there would be a place for him here.
“Oh, yes. He is always looking for new warriors.”
“Good, good,” Erestor swallowed and thanked the Valar for small favors.
A small page entered the hall and made his way over to the elves seated by the piano. “Master Erestor?” the little elfling asked, standing in front of the dark-haired elf.
“Yes, little one you are correct.”
“Lord Elrond is ready to see you now.”
“Thank you. I will be with you in a moment.”
The page turned to await the other elf at the entrance to the hall, and Erestor turned back to Glorfindel. “Where…um…where should I go if I wanted to see you again?” Erestor asked with a little blush.
Glorfindel smiled charmingly and answered, “Well, I’m all over really…but I do like to spend my evenings before dinner in the library.”
Erestor smiled and stood, offering his hand to the still seated elf. Glorfindel took it and stood next to the giant warrior. He had to crane his neck upwards to look at Erestor’s eyes. Otherwise, he was staring right into a broad, muscled chest. Which, he thought, was not really a bad thing.
“I’ll see you around, Erestor,” Glorfindel said with a small smile. “Thank you for the music.”
“You’re welcome, pen neth.”
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Elrond stood with his back to the door, enjoying the last of the fading light of the sun through the large windows of his office. He turned when he heard the door open, his usual calm, serene smile plastered on his face.
His smile faltered however when he saw who now stood in his office.
“Ah, little star. You’ve grown so big since I saw you last!” The large elf moved towards him and embraced the startled lord.
Elrond, dumbstruck, returned the gesture automatically. He pulled back and gazed at the well-remembered face. Slowly, an elated smile lit the elf-lords face and he threw himself into the warriors arms once again. “How did you come here? Why did you not use your real name when you requested an audience with me? I would have brought you here right away!”
The dark-haired elf sighed. “My star, if I were to use my given name I would have been cast from this land long ere someone brought me to you. I am Erestor now, and I will be Erestor until I am no longer able.”
Elrond nodded in understanding. “Alright, you will be Erestor.” He smiled again and veritably bounced in place, very unseemly behavior for a lord of his status. “I can’t believe you came here! I…I missed you…you were the closest thing I ever had to a father that I can remember…”
“I missed you too, little star. I have heard so many wonderful things about you. I hope your life has been fulfilling since I saw you last.”
Elrond’s eyes darkened. “There has been much grief, but there has also been much happiness.” He paused and shook his head to ward off old memories. “Will you stay here?”
“If you will let me.”
“Of course! There are so many things I could use your guidance on-”
“Elrond,” Erestor interrupted, “I came here to be a warrior, not an advisor.”
Elrond looked saddened. “Would you…consider becoming and advisor? For me?”
Erestor sighed. “You know I can’t resist you when you look at me like that.”
The Lord smiled happily and hugged the larger elf again. “Thank you! Thank you so much! I’ll have someone prepare some rooms for you. I’ll be right back.”
Elrond walked past Erestor and exited the room, only to stick his head back in a moment later. The smile on his face was contagious. “Welcome home, Ada Maglor,” he whispered happily.
“Thank you, ion-nin.” Erestor smiled and seated himself in a large chair to wait for Elrond’s return. He hoped that this haven for all would also become a haven for one such as him.
Ada = Daddy
Ion-nin = My son
Pen-neth = Young one
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Websites: Read updates and much more first at my livejournal: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ . ALL my stories are archived at: http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875 . **To join my mailing list go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/ and join the group.
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Ficlet
Pairings: None
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel meet for the first time, and we discover Erestor’s past.
A/N: This is part of the “House and Home Series”. As of right now, this is the earliest story chronologically. The ellian is of my own making, and it implies that the elf is a hermaphrodite.
Erestor looked around the quiet Hall with the eyes of an old warrior, looking for every conceivable point of weakness that could be exploited by an enemy. He wandered idly from one end of the Hall of Fire to the other waiting to be introduced to the Lord of the Valley, Elrond. With a little luck (which he seemed to have in short supply) his petition to join the warriors here would be granted. He was tired of being a vagabond. It was time to call some place home.
His circles through the Hall brought him closer and closer to one of the centerpieces displayed against a wall. The black piano stood upon a raised dais that was draped in red fabric. Hesitantly, Erestor mounted the low dais and ran his hand over the smooth, gleaming wood. He lifted the cover that was situated over the keys. He smiled a little when he noticed that the ivory keys were coated in a thin layer of dust. No one had played this instrument in quite some time.
He glanced around surreptitiously, making sure that there was no-one to see him. He knew it would be hours before the Imladris Lord was free to meet with him, and he hoped that he would have enough time to indulge himself just a little.
The large elf seated himself on the piano bench, and used his sleeve to clean the dust from the keys. Was the instrument still in tune after being dormant for so long? He brought his hands to hover over the keys for a moment. They twitched, as if wanting to flee, and then lowered to play a chord.
He listened closely as he played several chords, then scales. The keys stuck a little and the tune was a bit off. Erestor lifted the huge cover on the instrument and began to tinker with the wires, strumming chords as he went to make sure he was on track. With the appropriate wires tightened or loosened, the piano was once again in tune.
The keys seemed to warm and become pliant under his hands, like the body of a lover. His fingers ran through scales once again, remembering patterns that they had learned long, long ago. Scales slowly turned into songs, one gliding seamlessly into the other. He closed his eyes, his body rocking back and forth in time to the songs.
Erestor lost himself in the beauty of playing. It had been so long since his hands had felt the ivory beneath them, since his foot had felt petal, and since his body have vibrated with sound.
He didn’t know for how long he had played. I had probably been hours, he supposed as he looked out the windows. He was startled by the sound of someone shifting their weight near him, and his head whipped around to see who had made the noise.
A small, golden-haired elf sat on the soft satin drapes that decorated the dais. His eyes were open very wide, and he looked so very, very young. His blond curls bounced around his shoulders and framed a lovely, delicate face. The elf was small in stature, and Erestor was certain that he would tower over the other elf by head and shoulders should they stand side by side. He was that unique mix of male and female that marked him as an ellian, and Erestor found he was quite attracted to the pretty little thing.
“I’m sorry if I disturbed you,” the other elf murmured quietly. “It was just so beautiful…I couldn’t help but stay and listen.”
Erestor smiled and slid the key-cover back in place. “How long have you been here?”
“Long enough to want to hear more.”
The large elf chuckled at this and turned to face the tiny elf more directly. “Does no one here play for you?” he asked, remembering the piano’s neglected state.
“No,” the golden elf said, shaking his head. “Elrond bought it long, long ago because it reminded him of someone special in his life. No one even knew how to play it, but he insisted on having one.”
Erestor’s face looked far away for a second, and a whimsical smile fleetingly appeared on his face. He shook his head and regarded the little elf on the floor. “And who might you be, pen-neth?”
The blond smirked at the use of the term ‘young one’. “I am Glorfindel.”
“Glorfindel?” Erestor frowned slightly. He could see why the elf’s parents would have chosen that name given the sun-blond curls in prominent display, but it was considered discourteous to name an elfling after a great hero of old.
“Yes, Glorfindel. And you might be…”
“Erestor,” the large elf said as he extended his hand to Glorfindel. The blond placed his hand within Erestor’s meaty paw and shook it.
“Welcome to Imladris, Erestor.”
“Would you happen to know the Seneschal of this House?” Erestor queried.
Glorfindel grinned, as if he was hiding something. “I suppose you could say that I know him rather well.”
Erestor cleared his throat and ran his fingers over the wood of the piano. “Do you…uh…do you know if he is recruiting at the moment?” Erestor mentally crossed his fingers, hoping that there would be a place for him here.
“Oh, yes. He is always looking for new warriors.”
“Good, good,” Erestor swallowed and thanked the Valar for small favors.
A small page entered the hall and made his way over to the elves seated by the piano. “Master Erestor?” the little elfling asked, standing in front of the dark-haired elf.
“Yes, little one you are correct.”
“Lord Elrond is ready to see you now.”
“Thank you. I will be with you in a moment.”
The page turned to await the other elf at the entrance to the hall, and Erestor turned back to Glorfindel. “Where…um…where should I go if I wanted to see you again?” Erestor asked with a little blush.
Glorfindel smiled charmingly and answered, “Well, I’m all over really…but I do like to spend my evenings before dinner in the library.”
Erestor smiled and stood, offering his hand to the still seated elf. Glorfindel took it and stood next to the giant warrior. He had to crane his neck upwards to look at Erestor’s eyes. Otherwise, he was staring right into a broad, muscled chest. Which, he thought, was not really a bad thing.
“I’ll see you around, Erestor,” Glorfindel said with a small smile. “Thank you for the music.”
“You’re welcome, pen neth.”
************************************
Elrond stood with his back to the door, enjoying the last of the fading light of the sun through the large windows of his office. He turned when he heard the door open, his usual calm, serene smile plastered on his face.
His smile faltered however when he saw who now stood in his office.
“Ah, little star. You’ve grown so big since I saw you last!” The large elf moved towards him and embraced the startled lord.
Elrond, dumbstruck, returned the gesture automatically. He pulled back and gazed at the well-remembered face. Slowly, an elated smile lit the elf-lords face and he threw himself into the warriors arms once again. “How did you come here? Why did you not use your real name when you requested an audience with me? I would have brought you here right away!”
The dark-haired elf sighed. “My star, if I were to use my given name I would have been cast from this land long ere someone brought me to you. I am Erestor now, and I will be Erestor until I am no longer able.”
Elrond nodded in understanding. “Alright, you will be Erestor.” He smiled again and veritably bounced in place, very unseemly behavior for a lord of his status. “I can’t believe you came here! I…I missed you…you were the closest thing I ever had to a father that I can remember…”
“I missed you too, little star. I have heard so many wonderful things about you. I hope your life has been fulfilling since I saw you last.”
Elrond’s eyes darkened. “There has been much grief, but there has also been much happiness.” He paused and shook his head to ward off old memories. “Will you stay here?”
“If you will let me.”
“Of course! There are so many things I could use your guidance on-”
“Elrond,” Erestor interrupted, “I came here to be a warrior, not an advisor.”
Elrond looked saddened. “Would you…consider becoming and advisor? For me?”
Erestor sighed. “You know I can’t resist you when you look at me like that.”
The Lord smiled happily and hugged the larger elf again. “Thank you! Thank you so much! I’ll have someone prepare some rooms for you. I’ll be right back.”
Elrond walked past Erestor and exited the room, only to stick his head back in a moment later. The smile on his face was contagious. “Welcome home, Ada Maglor,” he whispered happily.
“Thank you, ion-nin.” Erestor smiled and seated himself in a large chair to wait for Elrond’s return. He hoped that this haven for all would also become a haven for one such as him.
Ada = Daddy
Ion-nin = My son
Pen-neth = Young one