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Chapter 12
Title: The Wrong Path
Author: Erviniae
Chapter 12/?
Prompt: #45 “The Wrong Path”
For the Hall of Books challenge
Pairing: Erestor/Ecthelion, Erestor/Lothwen Glorfindel
Rating: PG to eventual NC-17
Warning: AU, Angst, M/M
Beta: Nikkiling
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.
Feedback: If you would be so kind.
Imladris, 1700 Second Age
"He avoids me." Glorfindel sighed heavily; watching once more as Erestor quickly exited the counsel chambers after the morning's meeting. Elrond patted one of Glorfindel's shoulders in a sympathetic gesture as he too walked by the returned Elf.
"Have you tried to confront him?" Elrond nodded at the Elves who were also exiting the chamber.
"Yes, but he always politely excuses himself from my presence to go to some unseen event of extreme import." Glorfindel took up his papers while following Elrond out into the hall.
Walking together until they stopped before Elrond's office, Elrond turned to him once more. "Perhaps Lothwen would be helpful to you?" He then excused himself to enter his doorway.
"Perhaps," was the unbelieving reply.
"I wish you the best," nodded Elrond in sympathy as he shut the door behind him.
"Humph," was the muttered reply.
Resuming his path towards the training fields, Glorfindel was deep in thought as he walked the familiar grounds before him. He was unaware of the beauty surrounding him: the flowers in bloom with their heady fragrance or the butterflies fluttering around them to drink of the sensuous nectar. The sound of an elfling giggling, however, stopped him in his tracks. He turned his head to follow the sound only to see Melpomaen chasing after dandelion seeds that his mother blew forth from their protective casing. The white fuzzy seedlings tickled the little one's nose and caught in his hair so that it looked speckled with white. Lothwen was laughing along with her son; enjoying his sweet innocence and exuberance for life.
Melpomaen ran Glorfindel's way after an errant and quite hard to catch seedling exuded his grasp, and in doing so banged sideways into the warrior's leg and promptly fell back onto his behind. As a pout began to form on his sweet face, he looked up to see it was Glorfindel whose hand began to help him up, and he immediately stopped his near pout. "There you go. You're all right." smiled Glorfindel as Melpomaen offered his shy thanks and took off once more after another espied target.
Lothwen came forward, still smiling as she inquired as to Lord Glorfindel's leg. Her face was flushed from her laughter, and the swell of her heaving breasts drew his eyes like a moth to a flame. Glorfindel respectfully looked away but not before his eyes took in the loveliness of the ellith before him. "Lady Lothwen," he bowed his head in greeting.
"Lord Glorfindel," she smiled, "I do hope you were not injured by my son's antics."
"Nay, my lady. I find them refreshing and delightful." He answered with sincerity into her lovely green eyes."I wonder if I could take but a moment of your time?"
"Of course, my lord, how may I help you?" She smiled as Glorfindel led her to a stone bench where she could still keep an eye open for her exuberant child.
"I do believe that my presence here in Imladris is more than disturbing to Erestor."
Lothwen sighed and spoke truthfully, "I have noticed as much, my lord, I do believe it pains him to see you, for he misses Ecthelion deeply..." here her eyes grew distant as if in deep thought. "I know that he and Lord Ecthelion were...close..." she paused discreetly while waiting for his reaction.
"You knew?" Glorfindel whispered not daring to speak the words aloud. The old laws were still vivid in his mind, along with the penalties they brought.
"One does not live long with someone and not come to know of their heart's desires." She answered in kind.
"He spoke of this?"
"Nay, my lord, he did not have to." She whispered while smiling at her son who was waving at her from a short distance.
"You are wise, dear lady, and kind." He smiled at her adding, "And please, call me Glorfindel."
"Only if you call me by my name," she smiled as she stood, brushing off her lilac colored dress.
Glorfindel smiled back, a slight blush to his handsome face. He clicked his heels together and half bowed to her. "Good day, Lothwen."
"Good day, Glorfindel." She blushed and left to retrieve her son.
As Lothwen turned to their son, Glorfindel stood his ground and watched her leave for some moments before he continued on with his desired path.
Unbeknownst to the three below, Erestor stood at the balcony window to his office, watching the scene before him in the field. His hand instinctively went to his stomach as he suddenly felt the spread of jealousy begin within.
Erestor sat heavily upon his chair. He was deep in thought. He held his head in his hands while resting his elbows on the ancient polished oak of his desk. Why was he feeling naught but ill towards the returned Glorfindel? He had not wronged him. In truth, he had been a friend not only to Ecthelion, but to himself as well. He stood by them when Salgant came to task. He deserved nothing but respect from Erestor, so why could he not give it to him.
The pain of losing Ecthelion began to eat away at his resolve since Glorfindel returned to serve their home...his home..."Ada..Ada, ADA!" Erestor's head whipped up from its resting position as his son tugged hard at his robed sleeve.
"Were you sleeping, ada?" asked a flush-faced Melpomaen as Erestor opened his arms gesturing for his son to climb onto his lap. Erestor kissed the sun-warmed head and breathed in the smell of sunshine that surrounded his son from his play outside. Lothwen had followed Melpomaen into her husband's office as well.
"I was not sleeping; just lost in thought," Erestor replied as he kissed his son's head once more.
Melpomaen seemed satisfied with that answer and opened the top drawer of his father's desk where there was kept an ever ready supply of parchment and a few hard candies that Melpomaen favored. Taking out a candy, he asked Erestor to open it for him, which he promptly did.
"Ada, we played catch the seedlings! Nana blew them all over the field and she said that maybe one day a tree will grow where it fell! Wouldn't that be ever so wonderful?" Erestor grinned at his son's enthusiasm for every small thing in life.
"That would indeed be wonderful." Erestor smiled. Melpomaen then leaned back against his father's chest, all the while swinging his foot to and fro.
"You must come and wash up before dinner, Melpomaen." Lothwen gestured for him to come to her.
"And you must study your lessons as well," added Erestor.
"I will, ada. Bye." Melpomaen turned around, grabbed Erestor's face with his sticky hands, and placed an equally sticky and quite wet kiss upon his father's cheek.
Making a face, Erestor wondered how one piece of candy could make one little elfling such a sticky mess.
Lothwen smiled her goodbye as their son skipped by her and out into the hall towards their quarters.
"Lothwen?" Erestor called after her.
"Yes, my lord?" she turned her attentions back to her husband.
"Do you regret this marriage?" Erestor asked, looking deep into her eyes.
Taken aback by such an abrupt question, Lothwen became visibly upset and knew not how to answer him. "M-my lord, may we speak of this at another time? I fear our son shall get into naught but mischief unless I follow him."
"Of course," Erestor whispered, "of course."
Lothwen nodded, "Thank you." Then she disappeared through the doorway. Her hurried steps could be heard echoing down the hall.
While bathing Melpomaen, Lothwen sat in a chair near the tub while her son played with his wooden boats. Her mind was adrift in the replaying of her day. That question from Erestor was wearisome...she had never thought such a thing before. Her life was what it was. As it always had been. She was ever dutiful and ever grateful for everything she had. Her life with Erestor was safe and quiet. She had no doubts that she had love for him, and he for her. Though that love was not a romance, it was comfortable and respectful; a love between friends. That they shared a child together was a blessing to both, of this she had no doubt. Lately, however, she had begun to feel different around the reborn Glorfindel. She felt alive! And she felt lust, of that she was most sure. Around him she felt like a blushing maiden and this new feeling she liked... very much so. The attention she was receiving from Glorfindel was invigorating. She knew she was plain for an Elf-maid, but around him she felt beautiful and desirable and very much married. She suddenly startled as water was splashed her way, quickly bringing her out of her musings and into the present.
"Okay, little fish, out you go!" She picked him up and wrapped him in a warm fluffy towel, trying to dry his hair. He easily wiggled out of her grasp and ran naked into the other room and straight into his father's legs. Erestor pretended to glare at him but failed to do so as Melpomaen fell into a fit of laughter with Erestor quickly joining him.
"Really, you two." Lothwen shook her head with her hands on her hips which only served to cause father and son to laugh even more. Erestor picked up the squirming child and proceeded to take him to his bedroom to dress him in time for dinner.
Neither spoke again of the question put forth by Erestor that day...not until a time many years later...
TBC....
Author: Erviniae
Chapter 12/?
Prompt: #45 “The Wrong Path”
For the Hall of Books challenge
Pairing: Erestor/Ecthelion, Erestor/Lothwen Glorfindel
Rating: PG to eventual NC-17
Warning: AU, Angst, M/M
Beta: Nikkiling
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.
Feedback: If you would be so kind.
Imladris, 1700 Second Age
"He avoids me." Glorfindel sighed heavily; watching once more as Erestor quickly exited the counsel chambers after the morning's meeting. Elrond patted one of Glorfindel's shoulders in a sympathetic gesture as he too walked by the returned Elf.
"Have you tried to confront him?" Elrond nodded at the Elves who were also exiting the chamber.
"Yes, but he always politely excuses himself from my presence to go to some unseen event of extreme import." Glorfindel took up his papers while following Elrond out into the hall.
Walking together until they stopped before Elrond's office, Elrond turned to him once more. "Perhaps Lothwen would be helpful to you?" He then excused himself to enter his doorway.
"Perhaps," was the unbelieving reply.
"I wish you the best," nodded Elrond in sympathy as he shut the door behind him.
"Humph," was the muttered reply.
Resuming his path towards the training fields, Glorfindel was deep in thought as he walked the familiar grounds before him. He was unaware of the beauty surrounding him: the flowers in bloom with their heady fragrance or the butterflies fluttering around them to drink of the sensuous nectar. The sound of an elfling giggling, however, stopped him in his tracks. He turned his head to follow the sound only to see Melpomaen chasing after dandelion seeds that his mother blew forth from their protective casing. The white fuzzy seedlings tickled the little one's nose and caught in his hair so that it looked speckled with white. Lothwen was laughing along with her son; enjoying his sweet innocence and exuberance for life.
Melpomaen ran Glorfindel's way after an errant and quite hard to catch seedling exuded his grasp, and in doing so banged sideways into the warrior's leg and promptly fell back onto his behind. As a pout began to form on his sweet face, he looked up to see it was Glorfindel whose hand began to help him up, and he immediately stopped his near pout. "There you go. You're all right." smiled Glorfindel as Melpomaen offered his shy thanks and took off once more after another espied target.
Lothwen came forward, still smiling as she inquired as to Lord Glorfindel's leg. Her face was flushed from her laughter, and the swell of her heaving breasts drew his eyes like a moth to a flame. Glorfindel respectfully looked away but not before his eyes took in the loveliness of the ellith before him. "Lady Lothwen," he bowed his head in greeting.
"Lord Glorfindel," she smiled, "I do hope you were not injured by my son's antics."
"Nay, my lady. I find them refreshing and delightful." He answered with sincerity into her lovely green eyes."I wonder if I could take but a moment of your time?"
"Of course, my lord, how may I help you?" She smiled as Glorfindel led her to a stone bench where she could still keep an eye open for her exuberant child.
"I do believe that my presence here in Imladris is more than disturbing to Erestor."
Lothwen sighed and spoke truthfully, "I have noticed as much, my lord, I do believe it pains him to see you, for he misses Ecthelion deeply..." here her eyes grew distant as if in deep thought. "I know that he and Lord Ecthelion were...close..." she paused discreetly while waiting for his reaction.
"You knew?" Glorfindel whispered not daring to speak the words aloud. The old laws were still vivid in his mind, along with the penalties they brought.
"One does not live long with someone and not come to know of their heart's desires." She answered in kind.
"He spoke of this?"
"Nay, my lord, he did not have to." She whispered while smiling at her son who was waving at her from a short distance.
"You are wise, dear lady, and kind." He smiled at her adding, "And please, call me Glorfindel."
"Only if you call me by my name," she smiled as she stood, brushing off her lilac colored dress.
Glorfindel smiled back, a slight blush to his handsome face. He clicked his heels together and half bowed to her. "Good day, Lothwen."
"Good day, Glorfindel." She blushed and left to retrieve her son.
As Lothwen turned to their son, Glorfindel stood his ground and watched her leave for some moments before he continued on with his desired path.
Unbeknownst to the three below, Erestor stood at the balcony window to his office, watching the scene before him in the field. His hand instinctively went to his stomach as he suddenly felt the spread of jealousy begin within.
Erestor sat heavily upon his chair. He was deep in thought. He held his head in his hands while resting his elbows on the ancient polished oak of his desk. Why was he feeling naught but ill towards the returned Glorfindel? He had not wronged him. In truth, he had been a friend not only to Ecthelion, but to himself as well. He stood by them when Salgant came to task. He deserved nothing but respect from Erestor, so why could he not give it to him.
The pain of losing Ecthelion began to eat away at his resolve since Glorfindel returned to serve their home...his home..."Ada..Ada, ADA!" Erestor's head whipped up from its resting position as his son tugged hard at his robed sleeve.
"Were you sleeping, ada?" asked a flush-faced Melpomaen as Erestor opened his arms gesturing for his son to climb onto his lap. Erestor kissed the sun-warmed head and breathed in the smell of sunshine that surrounded his son from his play outside. Lothwen had followed Melpomaen into her husband's office as well.
"I was not sleeping; just lost in thought," Erestor replied as he kissed his son's head once more.
Melpomaen seemed satisfied with that answer and opened the top drawer of his father's desk where there was kept an ever ready supply of parchment and a few hard candies that Melpomaen favored. Taking out a candy, he asked Erestor to open it for him, which he promptly did.
"Ada, we played catch the seedlings! Nana blew them all over the field and she said that maybe one day a tree will grow where it fell! Wouldn't that be ever so wonderful?" Erestor grinned at his son's enthusiasm for every small thing in life.
"That would indeed be wonderful." Erestor smiled. Melpomaen then leaned back against his father's chest, all the while swinging his foot to and fro.
"You must come and wash up before dinner, Melpomaen." Lothwen gestured for him to come to her.
"And you must study your lessons as well," added Erestor.
"I will, ada. Bye." Melpomaen turned around, grabbed Erestor's face with his sticky hands, and placed an equally sticky and quite wet kiss upon his father's cheek.
Making a face, Erestor wondered how one piece of candy could make one little elfling such a sticky mess.
Lothwen smiled her goodbye as their son skipped by her and out into the hall towards their quarters.
"Lothwen?" Erestor called after her.
"Yes, my lord?" she turned her attentions back to her husband.
"Do you regret this marriage?" Erestor asked, looking deep into her eyes.
Taken aback by such an abrupt question, Lothwen became visibly upset and knew not how to answer him. "M-my lord, may we speak of this at another time? I fear our son shall get into naught but mischief unless I follow him."
"Of course," Erestor whispered, "of course."
Lothwen nodded, "Thank you." Then she disappeared through the doorway. Her hurried steps could be heard echoing down the hall.
While bathing Melpomaen, Lothwen sat in a chair near the tub while her son played with his wooden boats. Her mind was adrift in the replaying of her day. That question from Erestor was wearisome...she had never thought such a thing before. Her life was what it was. As it always had been. She was ever dutiful and ever grateful for everything she had. Her life with Erestor was safe and quiet. She had no doubts that she had love for him, and he for her. Though that love was not a romance, it was comfortable and respectful; a love between friends. That they shared a child together was a blessing to both, of this she had no doubt. Lately, however, she had begun to feel different around the reborn Glorfindel. She felt alive! And she felt lust, of that she was most sure. Around him she felt like a blushing maiden and this new feeling she liked... very much so. The attention she was receiving from Glorfindel was invigorating. She knew she was plain for an Elf-maid, but around him she felt beautiful and desirable and very much married. She suddenly startled as water was splashed her way, quickly bringing her out of her musings and into the present.
"Okay, little fish, out you go!" She picked him up and wrapped him in a warm fluffy towel, trying to dry his hair. He easily wiggled out of her grasp and ran naked into the other room and straight into his father's legs. Erestor pretended to glare at him but failed to do so as Melpomaen fell into a fit of laughter with Erestor quickly joining him.
"Really, you two." Lothwen shook her head with her hands on her hips which only served to cause father and son to laugh even more. Erestor picked up the squirming child and proceeded to take him to his bedroom to dress him in time for dinner.
Neither spoke again of the question put forth by Erestor that day...not until a time many years later...
TBC....