Falling into Temptation

Falling into Temptation

Falling into Temptation.

Chapter/ Part: 12.

Author:
Celebrian.

E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com

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Pairing:
Elrohir/ Glorfindel & Elrond / Erestor. Elladan
also mentioned.

Rating: PG13.

Summary: Elrohir´s pursue continue

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

Warnings: None for this chapter.

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, Mela
en´ coiamin: I love you too, love of my life // Lirimaer: Lovely
one// Quel esta. Meleth-Nîn: Rest well, my Love.

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

 

* * Special thanks to Betas Emerald and Elaine
for doing such a wonderful job * *

 

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Glorfindel
entered Elrohir´s private chambers after knocking several times on the door.

 

“Elrohir?”
He asked as he noticed that the gloomy room was empty. Only a couple of candles
had been lit; obviously the elf in charge of that work had not passed through
the prince’s room yet. “Elrohir?” He insisted as he headed to the bathroom door
and sighed heavily at the sight he saw. Elrohir had fallen asleep in the
bathtub.

 

Quietly the
golden haired eldar approached the stone tube and knelt next to it. How
enticing the young one looked naked, only covered by the few little bubbles on
the surface of the water. Only part of his chest and a flexed knee were
exposed, his head was leaning gently on the stone wall.

 

Glorfindel
swallowed hard. And uncertainly he rose his hand to lovingly pet the elfling´s
pinkish cheek.

 

“Amin mela lle Elrohir…” He whispered carefully, not wanting
to wake the sleeping figure in the water. “Amin mela lle…”

 

Elrohir´s
face searched naturally for the source of pleasure, and his cheek followed the
tender touch as he moaned softly in his sleep. The other elf felt a hard shiver
run through his entire body, to directly end in his already aching member.

 

Glorfindel
sighed, and after taking a deep breath in, he gave his beloved a last greedy
look, gathering all his remaining willpower, he whispered his loved one’s name,
quietly, to wake him.

 

“Elrohir…”
He whispered as his hand played on the youngster’s face. “Elrohir…”

 

“Mnnn…”
Elrohir smiled still half sleep. “Glorfindel?…” The smile showing on his face
become a wide blissful grin when the green puppy eyes finally managed to focus
on the one he held most dear in his heart. “Mnnn… Hello…” He purred sleepily as
he closed his eyes to concentrate on the feather like touch on his cheek.

 

“Hello…”
Answered the smiling golden haired eldar.

 

“I fell
sleep.” The young prince purred childish like as he smiled at his beloved.

 

“I have
noticed…”Glorfindel nodded stopping his ministrations to the elfling´s
features. “Now…You better get out of there Lirimaer.” He stated as he stood
from the border he was sitting on and picked up the towel from the closest
wooden bench.

 

* Mnnn. No…You better come in here.* Elrohir
thought as the blond elf placed the towel on the border of the tub.

 

“Come out
or you will start freezing…” the elder elf warned as he picked the disregarded
attire from the floor and took it to the bedroom to drop it in the dirty
clothes basket, giving the young prince enough time to get out of the bathtub
and cover himself.

 

“What time
is it?. Have I missed dinner?” The young elfling asked as he walked near the
blazing fire to warm and dry his dripping body.

 

“No…”
Glorfindel´s voice trailed off as he ses eys eyes on his dearly loved one.
Elrohir´s soaked, dark hair trailed
down contrasting brusquely with the pale, delicate skin of his chest. The towel, arranged low around his waist
revealed a thin line of hair heading towards his navel or away from…. Appealing
little water droplets that begged to be licked covered his entire body. “…You
have not missed dinner Lirimaer. Are you feeling hungry?” he asked trying to
look nonchalant, and wistfully fighting to stop staring at Elrohir´s half naked
body.

 

“Very.” The
young elf affirmed as he peered at the empty fruit tray from where he was
standing, next to the fireplace.

 

“You can
bring some more fruit later.” Glorfindel smiled tenderly. “Now. You get dressed
and I will see you downstairs.”

 

“I thought
you might help me with… my hair?. It is quite tangled.” Elrohir fluttered his
eyelashes charmingly and pleadingly. “Please?…”

 

“Very well.
I will help you untangle your hair. But first I have to go talk to Erestor.”
The golden haired one stated.

 

“About?”
Elrohir looked jealously at his lover to be.

 

“Nothing
important Lirimaer.” The elder elf reassured the young one with a loving smile
playing on his lips. “You get dressed
and I will come back to brush your hair as soon as I can.”

 

“Alright…”
The prince of Imladris sighed in disagreement at Glorfindel´s leaving.

 

“Alright.”
The elf grinned at his student’s pout and left him to dress in the gloom of his
room.

 

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He had
walked to the balcony entrance where his feet had led him and there he stood to
gaze at Elbereth´s sparkling creations in the clear sky of the night.

 

He had run
away from his beloved’s bedroom, hoping that at his return, this one had
covered as much flesh as possible. He had barely handled seeing him with so little
clothing on him. The young prince looked so appealing, Glorfindel had feared he
would finally succumb to his carnal desires, but fortunately he did not.
Elrohir was still too young and frail. He had proven so, that very morning with
his jealous impulse. Erestor had only been helping Glorfindel clean the ink on
his face and Elrohir could barely handle it. How was the young one going to act
if Glorfindel proved to him that he had all rights to act like he had done or
even more?. How was Elrohir going to act when Glorfindel could not handle his
need any more and bedded him?. Would the jealousy and possessiveness increase,
or would it ease the prince’s heart?…

 

“Glorfindel?”
Erestor asked as he noticed his friend staring vaguely outside the window.
“What are you doing here?”

 

“Hiding…”
The blond elf mumbled intelligibly, only to himself.

 

“What?.”
Erestor stepped closer to stand next to his friend.

 

“Nothing.
You?” Glorfindel asked facing the dark haired elf.

 

“I was
heading to the study.” The dark haired elven Lord smiled involuntarily making
the other one chuckle softly.

 

“It is most
strange how after so many centuries and millennia we can still blush…”The elder
elf mused.

 

“One is
never too old to blush…”Erestor giggled. “Besides it is not in our control to
manage…”

 

“Indeed it
is not.” He smiled at Erestor. “I wish it were though…”

 

“Elrohir is
still taking his bath?”

 

“He is
supposed to be dressing now.”

 

“Glorfindel?”
The younger prince’s voice interrupted pulling the elders’ attention to the center
of the hallway. Elrohir was standing there watching them, somehow resentfully.
Wet locoakeoaked his recently put on shirt, making the thin fabric seem
transparent.

 

Suddenly
Glorfindel did not know what was safer; seeing his beloved’s skin through his
clothes, blatantly teasing at him or
the bare flesh asking him for a tender touch.

 

“Coming…”

 

“Change
that shirt Elrohir. It is soaked.” Erestor remarked to the younger twin. “You
will get a cold if you do not” Erestor smiled tenderly at the young one’s nod
and after a small reverential bow to Glorfindel he continued his way to his
beloved’s study.

 

“Come.” The
blond eldar led the way to Elrohir´s room and there he signalled for Elrohir to
sit in front of the fire while he went to pick the wooden comb from the
dressing table and stood behind the young elf.

 

After attempting the untangling of a couple of
braids Glorfindel found the carpet at
his feet drenched by the dipping dark mane. He shook his head slightly and
smiled amused at Elrohir´s mania for not squeezing his hair after washing it,
to remove the excess water.

 

The golden
haired elf placed the brush in the pocket of his robe, and bent gently over
Elrohir´s shoulder. Taking both sides of the loose shirt between his fingers
“Pull your arms up…” he politely ordered to Elrohir, who complied. With a swift
move the piece of clothing passed over Elrohir´s head, leaving him bare
chested. And with the same piece of fabric Glorfindel squeezed the damp locks
of hair until the excess water was removed from them, tossing it aside he
continued his previous task.

 

Elrohir
kept his eyes closed as the comb ran gently through his hair. His breathing,
unsuccessfully controlled, was picking up it’s pace as he imagined his beloved
bending to kiss his neck… He was still feeling dizzy from when Glorfindel
pulled his shirt off, mere seconds ago… and the prince was still not able to
tell how had he been able to keep his self control and not pull the blond elf
to his own arms and lips.

 

“Are you
tired?” The eldar asked as he ran the brush along an already untangled braid.

 

“Yes…” The
prince of Imladris kept his eyes closed while enjoying the caring movements on
his skull and hair. “I am not sure if I will manage to stay awake for dinner…”
He mumbled.

 

“You are
not feeling hungry any more?”

 

“Mnnn… Yes.
But I am… sleepy.” Elrohir ended after a big yawn had interrupted his speech.
“Tired.” He corrected himself after noticing the use of the same word from his
childhood.

 

“I can
bring you some fruit, if you want.” Glorfindel offered suppressing a small
smirk at his beloved’s obvious line of thinking. Elrohir looked even more
kissable and huggable, like this, all SLEEPY
as he had said. The elder elf wished he could wrap the other in his arms and
cuddle with him under the soft covers of Elrohir´s bed, so the dawn could find
them both sleeping in the protection of each other’s arms.

 

“Would
you?” Elrohir pulled his head back to face Glorfindel who was standing behind
him.

 

“Red
apples?” The blond elf suggested knowingly and smiled as soon as he got his
answer in the young one’s grin. “Get
yourself ready for bed…”

 

After
handing the wooden brush to his pupil Glorfindel headed to the door. When he
was a few inches from it, he heard Elrohir calling for him. He turned, and to
his own surprise, the dark haired elf had walked almost the same quantity of
steps as him, closing the distance between them with each one.

 

“Wait.”
Elrohir pleaded in a whisper, as he got to stand in front of him.

 

Glorfindel
could feel his entire body trembling at the proximity of the one he desired the
most. Elrohir´s emerald green eyes were staring into his own lovingly.

 

Slender,
naked arms encircled his neck, drawing him closer to the prince’s lips and
body. His own arms came naturally to rest around Elrohir´s slim waist while
their noses touched as they had done the night before.

 

“I want my
goodnight kiss now, please…” Elrohir whispered to Glorfindel´s half parted lips
while his fingers mingled in the golden strands of his beloved’s hair.

 

The elder
elf bent forward to close the tiny space separating their lips. He could feel
Elrohir´s grip tightening, pulling him closer to his own body and he let the
young one do as he pleased, yet he did not allow himself to do the same… Instead his arms remained
loose around the other’s waist.

 

Their
breathing was starting to become erratic and their lips were starting to play
roughly seeking desperately for the other’s tongue.

 

It was
then, when they pulled apart to breathe that Glorfindel petted Elrohir´s hair
longingly and stated he was going to get the apples. After shushing the muffled
sound of a complaint with one last kiss, the blond eldar forced himself out of
Elrohir´s embrace and out of the prince’s room.

 

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Erestor
entered the study after a soft voice
beckoned him in. He approached the desk where Elrond was working in and sat in
the empty chair of the other side.

 

“Are these
the parchments you wanted me to check?”. Erestor asked as he flipped some
papers

 

“Yes.” The
Lord of Imladris answered quietly immersed in his work. “I would like to know
your opinion…”. He looked at his lover, who nodded and taking the papers with
him went to sit near the fire.

 

For at
least an hour, both elves worked silently, concentrating on their tasks, until
Elrond´s back needed a rest.

 

The dark
haired half-elven Lord stretched in his chair and with a faint sigh he relaxed
in it. It was then when his eyes gazed his beloved’s form snuggled in the
comfort of his armchair, that he decided to give his eyes a rest, as well as
his back. There was not doubt that
appreciating Erestor absorbed in his work was far more pleasant than staring at
some written papers… No doubt at all.

 

Elrond
stared silently at his lover as he flipped parchment after parchment. Erestor´s
now dry hair was falling insistently between the concentrated elf and his
reading while an unconscious hand worked to pull the playful braids back to
their place, but the braids kept coming as if they craved for their owner’s
special attention.

 

Another
failed attempt at taming the naughty locks of hair bothering his lover made the
Lord of the house leave his comfortable place, and walk quietly to approach the
concentrating reading elf near the fireplace.

 

His hands
gently pulled the locks wandering on Erestor´s face to meet with the rest of
them… Once the full mane of dark ebony hair was facing to him, Elrond formed in
to braids the tresses which he considered could be the most annoying ones, and
loosening his own hair from it’s clip tucked them with it into the center of
Erestor´s skull.

 

“That
should work.” Elrond whispered to Erestor´s ear before kneeling next to
him.

 

“Now, YOU
will get annoyed fighting your hair while you read.” The younger elven Lord
smiled tenderly at his lover while running his fingers through the recently
freed hair.

 

“I do not
need the clip while I am admiring your beauty…” The Lord of the house smiled in
satisfaction as his beloved could not help but blush. “And I plan on doing so for the rest of the night. So, you can
use it…” Elrond smiled lovingly and petted Erestor´s cheek.

 

The dark
haired elf-tutor opened his eyelids which had closed almost naturally when his
lover’s tender, amorous touch met his skin and cupping Elrond´s hand in his,
Erestor drew the long slender fingers
to his lips, to devotedly kiss each one of them.

After he
ended his ministrations on the fingers, he bent to continue his adoration on
Elrond´s lips which gladly welcomed his own.

Neither
lust nor need characterized this kiss; but love, the pure love that joined
their hearts as one.

 

When the
kiss ended both elves looked into each other’s eyes and there they lost
themselves for endless seconds.

 

“Amin mela lle Erestor.”

 

“Amin mela
lle beika, A´maelarain” Erestor felt
Elrond´s lips brushing against his and he let the other kiss him for a while
before his lips started to answer. “Amin
mela lle…”

 

A knock on
the door distracted them, making Elrond growl softly to express his annoyance
at the interruption. This small noise
won him a last tender kiss before he stood and went to open the door.

 

“Is dinner
ready?.” The Lord of Imladris asked as he opened the oak crafted door and found
his oldest son standing outside.

 

“Yes. Is Erestor here?. Lindir asked me to find
him too, but…”

 

“I am here
Pen-Neth.” Erestor stated standing from his seat and taking the parchments to
placed them on Elrond´s desk.

 

“Were you
waiting for us?”. Elrond asked casual as he stepped outside the study to wait
for Erestor with his son.

 

“No.
Glorfindel and Elrohir have not appeared yet.” Elladan stated a little annoyed.
He seemed to be the only one who had not a soul to spend time with. Even his
father and Erestor kept themselves company while they worked.

 

“Well let
us go wait for them then…”

 

The dark
haired elLordLords and the oldest prince headed to the dinning room to wait for
the golden haired eldar.

 

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The room
was darker when he returned, only one candle had been left lit. Glorfindel
sighed as he noticed Elrohir´s resting figure lying curled up over the covers
of his bed. The young one had fallen asleep.

 

After
placing the tray of fruit in its usual place, Glorfindel approached the bed.
Standing next to it, the blond eldar stared in silent admiration at the calm
figure curled up against the pillow. That image brought to his mind tender
memories from only a couple of nights ago. Sighing heavily due his frustration,
the mighty eldar went to the drawer and got a heavy coverlet, which he used to
cover his beloved, who paid no heed to the heavy fabric which was placed to
keep him safe from the coldness of the night.

 

“Quel esta. Meleth Nîn.” Glorfindel whispered after placing a
chaste kiss on the prince’s forehead and before leaving the room without
looking at the several possibilities he left behind.

 

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“I am sorry
I am late.” Glorfindel excused himself as he sat in his usual place of the
table. “I went to take some fruit to Elrohir…”

 

“He is not
coming down?” Elladan asked anxiously, interrupting his golden haired tutor,
even before his father could form a single sound on his vocal chords.

 

“He fell
asleep.” Glorfindel stated, smiling tenderly at Elladan.

 

“We can
start eating then!.” The oldest prince stated most happily, making the three
elder laugh heartily while he furiously blushed.

 

TBC…