House and Home Series
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
4,210
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.
Hand-To-Hand
Title: House and Home~Hand-to-Hand
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: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: Maybe…soft R?
Warnings: Implied slash, nothing explicit
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: A hand-to-hand combat session releases more demons than Erestor was prepared to deal with.
A/N: Part of the House and Home Series. Occurs after “Practice.”
“Lord Erestor?” asked a curious voice near the large elf’s elbow.
Erestor turned and looked down at the young elf standing next to him. “Yes, young one?”
“The other day, after you and Glorfindel sparred, I was wondering…well…how DOES someone beat Lord Glorfindel?”
Erestor laughed heartily. “You don’t.”
“But surely there is some way to beat him? I mean…besides…when he…died…and all…”
“The reason he died, the reason he lost that battle, is not in technique really. It was the simple fact that Glorfindel was tired. He was so exhausted that he could no longer keep his feet or think clearly. That was how the Balrog got the upper hand at that very last second.”
“Well, how would you beat him if he wasn’t tired?”
Erestor thought about that for a few minutes. “First, you would have to disarm him. Which that would mean that you would have to be faster than him long enough to score a direct hit, which is highly doubtful. Then, well, you would have to catch him.”
“Catch him?”
“Little one, Lord Glorfindel may be very brave, but he is not stupid. If he knows he can no longer cause you any damage, he runs. That’s the only way he could survive a fight unarmed. He’s too small to cause much damage with his fists for feet, and he knows that. He doesn’t have any weight to put behind his punches. Unless he’s fighting someone as small as himself, he doesn’t stand a chance.”
“But doesn’t he know how to fight hand to hand?”
“Of course he does. That doesn’t mean that it would be effective, however.”
“Can we see?”
Erestor hoisted an eyebrow.
“I mean, I’d like to see how you would defeat him if he were unarmed.”
It was not too much later that Erestor and Glorfindel were once again facing each other across the soft sand of a practice ring. This ring, however, was sunken into a stadium. The dirt was enclosed by high walls topped with risers for an audience. The audience was made up of trainees and many experienced soldiers as well. The high walls were there to dissuade either of the opponents from leaving the ring prematurely, or from others from interfering with the fight. In this case, it kept Glorfindel from being able to escape Erestor. The two opponents in the ring were naked and oiled to make gripping the other much more difficult.
Erestor stretched his neck and arms, giving Glorfindel time to get over his nervousness. His husband had been upset at the thought of fighting like this. Not because he was naked, but because he was enclosed and weaponless. He knew where his strengths lay: in speed, agility, and weapons. He could make anything into a weapon, and he truly needed them to have an advantage over his opponents. Glorfindel knew he was tiny, too tiny to face Erestor unarmed. He didn’t like this at all. Erestor, however, had thought it a good idea to show the trainees how to fight someone like Glorfindel, who was too fast to fight in a traditional manner. Glorfindel had agreed, albeit reluctantly.
After the crowd settled, a referee (which was rarely used as more than someone to start the match), signaled for the warriors to bow and begin the match. Glorfindel faced Erestor, and bowed. Erestor did the same.
The dark-haired elf wasted no time in lunging for the smaller body. Erestor had the advantage of reach and strength, and Glorfindel had speed.
Erestor would just have to make Glorfindel tired, and hoped that worked to his advantage.
Glorfindel dodged, just like Erestor knew he would. Erestor kept at it, lunging and chasing the smaller elf around the enclosed ring. Glorfindel took several flying leaps, and nearly succeeded in catching the top of the ring and escaping.
However, each time he was just a handbreadth too short, and he would have to run again as Erestor closed in. Erestor pondered that Glorfindel fought much like a falcon hunted: there was a very short and tremendous burst of energy on the falcon’s part, and then the bird was spent until it had rested for a long period of time. Erestor, however, was more like a wolf. A wolf would spend hours and hours doggedly hunting until its prey was too tired to run any more, then the wolf would have its meal.
Erestor pursued Glorfindel for what felt like hours, round and round the enclosed ring. Slowly, Glorfindel began to tire as his energy was used up in the bright burst of speed and skill that he used to evade his large husband. It took all his energy to twist out of the holds Erestor placed on him, and even then he could tell that Erestor was not using his full force. He was waiting for Glorfindel to exhaust himself.
Eventually, Glorfindel did become exhausted. His little body just did not have the energy stores that Erestor’s did. Glorfindel stood backed up against the wall of the ring, panting in fatigue and…fear. He had not felt like this since his death. In all the battles he had participated in, he had been able to fight on *his* terms. He rested when he was too tired to function properly, and he always had a weapon. Now…he was trapped. There was no where to go. He felt the heat of Erestor’s body slam into him and crush his body into the wall.
Fire…pain…crushed…TRAPPED…His mind ran in desperate circles as he screamed in terror.
After trapping Glorfindel against the wall, Erestor gave a sharp twist downward and had his husband pinned to the ground. He was about to shout in triumph when he heard the body underneath him scream. He was so startled that the jumped off of Glorfindel and was on defensive again, waiting for something to attack. Seeing that the area was clear, and that the audience seemed just as confused as he was, he looked at the prone from of the blond elf.
Glorfindel had curled in on himself and was screaming, over and over again. His body shook with physical and mental strain. Worried, Erestor knelt down and took Glorfindel in his arms. The first sobs escaped small elf, and Erestor called for the doors to be opened immediately. Without pausing to put on clothing he strode from the training arena with Glorfindel safely cradled against his chest.
It was but a few minutes before Erestor carried Glorfindel into their little cottage, and the large elf was glad that some friends were watching the children at the moment. It would scare them to see Glorfindel this way. It was scaring *him* to see Glorfindel like this.
Erestor placed the little elf on the floor and tried to gently gain his attention. It seemed as if he was lost in another time and place…Erestor was afraid of what time and place his beloved was trapped in. “Beloved, look at me. I’m here. I’m here for you. Look at me sweetheart. Baby, come on. Wake up.”
Glorfindel uncurled from his ball and turned tear-stained eyes to Erestor. He was still sobbing in fear, but he seemed to be in the here-and-now. Erestor peppered kisses all over Glorfindel’s face and stroked his cheek. “I’m here baby. I’m here.”
“I was…trapped…and I…couldn’t…move…I…oh, Gods…” Glorfindel said between sobs. “Please….don’t make me…do that again…please…I can’t…can’t be trapped...”
Erestor had tears of his own running down his cheeks now. What had he done? He had nagged Glorfindel into doing this, even though he knew his husband had not wanted to. Glorfindel had never spoken of his death to Erestor. Or anyone else as far as Erestor knew. He preferred to leave that part of his life behind, to forget it completely. Not so much different than Erestor himself.
“Tell me beloved. Tell me what happened. Talk to me.” Erestor pulled Glorfindel into his lap, feeling the sand of the sparring pit stuck to their bodies as they rubbed together.
“It has us trapped against the edge of the cliff,” Glorfindel said in a scared, tiny voice. “I was so tired. We all were. We had fought so hard for so long just trying to save the city, and then again trying to escape,” he sobbed again, his voice increasing in pitch. “We were trapped between the Balrog and the abyss. It was going to herd us over. I fought it,” he clenched his eyes shut in remembered pain and his body jerked. “I fought, but I was so tired. It grabbed me and crushed my body against the stones of the cliff. I don’t know how I did it, but I pushed off as hard as I could. I don’t remember much of the fight…it’s all so blurry…but at the last second I used everything I had and that beasts hold on me, and I flung us over the edge,” he buried is face in Erestor’s neck. “We fell for so long. I thought that I would never die. The fire burned me asunder. I was alive the entire way down. Then, we hit the bottom and I was crushed against the rocks. I died.” His voice was quiet now, scarcely a whisper. “I died.”
Erestor guiltily remembered how he had crushed his husband into the wall of the pit, even after seeing the fear in his eyes. He had only been concerned about winning. He had so badly wanted to win over his husband just once, that he had ignored Glorfindel’s plight.
“I’m sorry my love. I’m so sorry. I burden you with my selfish ways far too often. I have hurt you far too many times to ever been forgiven again. I am adept at hurting others. It seems that I don’t know how to control myself. You know I love you…right?” he pleaded. He pulled back from their embrace to look Glorfindel in the eyes.
The usually sweet, kind eyes were clouded over with grief and pain. Erestor shut his eyes and leaned his forehead against Glorfindel’s. “This time I have done irreparable harm. I should not have in my keeping something so wonderful and pure as you. I can do nothing but break you.”
Glorfindel didn’t say anything for a long time, and Erestor was afraid, very afraid of losing his most beloved husband.
“When I was in the Halls,” Glorfindel said in a whisper that Erestor had to strain to hear. “I had time to heal, but I had not healed completely before the Valar called upon me to once again take up sword and shield and return to Middle-Earth. They knew this, but they gave me a promise. They told me that, some day, I would find a husband that would be the light of my world. They told me that, with him, I would face my worst fears, and I would complete my healing in his arms.”
Erestor looked into Glorfindel’s eyes again. He saw the pain, the fear…but…there was something he missed the first time. It was forgiveness. Erestor sobbed quietly and held Glorfindel to him as tightly as he could without breaking him.
They stayed locked in that embrace for a long time, sitting on the floor of their living room, naked, and covered in sand, oil, and tears. Eventually, Glorfindel tilted his head up and brushed his lips over Erestor’s. The large elf responded to the kiss. He gently, oh so gently, moved his lips against his husband’s, never deepening it but still showing his love and passion just the same. Glorfindel was the one that pulled back, and he whispered against Erestor’s mouth, “Heal me, my husband. Show me your love. Heal me.”
They had never made love so sweetly or so slowly as they did that night, not even on their wedding night when Glorfindel had given his virginity to Erestor. It was so slow, that they felt they hardly moved, but the love between them made it seem so much more intense than ever before. If it was possible, their love deepened to a whole new, unexplored depth.
Many miles away, several golden figures stood upon an ancient mountain…and smiled.
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: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: Maybe…soft R?
Warnings: Implied slash, nothing explicit
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: A hand-to-hand combat session releases more demons than Erestor was prepared to deal with.
A/N: Part of the House and Home Series. Occurs after “Practice.”
“Lord Erestor?” asked a curious voice near the large elf’s elbow.
Erestor turned and looked down at the young elf standing next to him. “Yes, young one?”
“The other day, after you and Glorfindel sparred, I was wondering…well…how DOES someone beat Lord Glorfindel?”
Erestor laughed heartily. “You don’t.”
“But surely there is some way to beat him? I mean…besides…when he…died…and all…”
“The reason he died, the reason he lost that battle, is not in technique really. It was the simple fact that Glorfindel was tired. He was so exhausted that he could no longer keep his feet or think clearly. That was how the Balrog got the upper hand at that very last second.”
“Well, how would you beat him if he wasn’t tired?”
Erestor thought about that for a few minutes. “First, you would have to disarm him. Which that would mean that you would have to be faster than him long enough to score a direct hit, which is highly doubtful. Then, well, you would have to catch him.”
“Catch him?”
“Little one, Lord Glorfindel may be very brave, but he is not stupid. If he knows he can no longer cause you any damage, he runs. That’s the only way he could survive a fight unarmed. He’s too small to cause much damage with his fists for feet, and he knows that. He doesn’t have any weight to put behind his punches. Unless he’s fighting someone as small as himself, he doesn’t stand a chance.”
“But doesn’t he know how to fight hand to hand?”
“Of course he does. That doesn’t mean that it would be effective, however.”
“Can we see?”
Erestor hoisted an eyebrow.
“I mean, I’d like to see how you would defeat him if he were unarmed.”
It was not too much later that Erestor and Glorfindel were once again facing each other across the soft sand of a practice ring. This ring, however, was sunken into a stadium. The dirt was enclosed by high walls topped with risers for an audience. The audience was made up of trainees and many experienced soldiers as well. The high walls were there to dissuade either of the opponents from leaving the ring prematurely, or from others from interfering with the fight. In this case, it kept Glorfindel from being able to escape Erestor. The two opponents in the ring were naked and oiled to make gripping the other much more difficult.
Erestor stretched his neck and arms, giving Glorfindel time to get over his nervousness. His husband had been upset at the thought of fighting like this. Not because he was naked, but because he was enclosed and weaponless. He knew where his strengths lay: in speed, agility, and weapons. He could make anything into a weapon, and he truly needed them to have an advantage over his opponents. Glorfindel knew he was tiny, too tiny to face Erestor unarmed. He didn’t like this at all. Erestor, however, had thought it a good idea to show the trainees how to fight someone like Glorfindel, who was too fast to fight in a traditional manner. Glorfindel had agreed, albeit reluctantly.
After the crowd settled, a referee (which was rarely used as more than someone to start the match), signaled for the warriors to bow and begin the match. Glorfindel faced Erestor, and bowed. Erestor did the same.
The dark-haired elf wasted no time in lunging for the smaller body. Erestor had the advantage of reach and strength, and Glorfindel had speed.
Erestor would just have to make Glorfindel tired, and hoped that worked to his advantage.
Glorfindel dodged, just like Erestor knew he would. Erestor kept at it, lunging and chasing the smaller elf around the enclosed ring. Glorfindel took several flying leaps, and nearly succeeded in catching the top of the ring and escaping.
However, each time he was just a handbreadth too short, and he would have to run again as Erestor closed in. Erestor pondered that Glorfindel fought much like a falcon hunted: there was a very short and tremendous burst of energy on the falcon’s part, and then the bird was spent until it had rested for a long period of time. Erestor, however, was more like a wolf. A wolf would spend hours and hours doggedly hunting until its prey was too tired to run any more, then the wolf would have its meal.
Erestor pursued Glorfindel for what felt like hours, round and round the enclosed ring. Slowly, Glorfindel began to tire as his energy was used up in the bright burst of speed and skill that he used to evade his large husband. It took all his energy to twist out of the holds Erestor placed on him, and even then he could tell that Erestor was not using his full force. He was waiting for Glorfindel to exhaust himself.
Eventually, Glorfindel did become exhausted. His little body just did not have the energy stores that Erestor’s did. Glorfindel stood backed up against the wall of the ring, panting in fatigue and…fear. He had not felt like this since his death. In all the battles he had participated in, he had been able to fight on *his* terms. He rested when he was too tired to function properly, and he always had a weapon. Now…he was trapped. There was no where to go. He felt the heat of Erestor’s body slam into him and crush his body into the wall.
Fire…pain…crushed…TRAPPED…His mind ran in desperate circles as he screamed in terror.
After trapping Glorfindel against the wall, Erestor gave a sharp twist downward and had his husband pinned to the ground. He was about to shout in triumph when he heard the body underneath him scream. He was so startled that the jumped off of Glorfindel and was on defensive again, waiting for something to attack. Seeing that the area was clear, and that the audience seemed just as confused as he was, he looked at the prone from of the blond elf.
Glorfindel had curled in on himself and was screaming, over and over again. His body shook with physical and mental strain. Worried, Erestor knelt down and took Glorfindel in his arms. The first sobs escaped small elf, and Erestor called for the doors to be opened immediately. Without pausing to put on clothing he strode from the training arena with Glorfindel safely cradled against his chest.
It was but a few minutes before Erestor carried Glorfindel into their little cottage, and the large elf was glad that some friends were watching the children at the moment. It would scare them to see Glorfindel this way. It was scaring *him* to see Glorfindel like this.
Erestor placed the little elf on the floor and tried to gently gain his attention. It seemed as if he was lost in another time and place…Erestor was afraid of what time and place his beloved was trapped in. “Beloved, look at me. I’m here. I’m here for you. Look at me sweetheart. Baby, come on. Wake up.”
Glorfindel uncurled from his ball and turned tear-stained eyes to Erestor. He was still sobbing in fear, but he seemed to be in the here-and-now. Erestor peppered kisses all over Glorfindel’s face and stroked his cheek. “I’m here baby. I’m here.”
“I was…trapped…and I…couldn’t…move…I…oh, Gods…” Glorfindel said between sobs. “Please….don’t make me…do that again…please…I can’t…can’t be trapped...”
Erestor had tears of his own running down his cheeks now. What had he done? He had nagged Glorfindel into doing this, even though he knew his husband had not wanted to. Glorfindel had never spoken of his death to Erestor. Or anyone else as far as Erestor knew. He preferred to leave that part of his life behind, to forget it completely. Not so much different than Erestor himself.
“Tell me beloved. Tell me what happened. Talk to me.” Erestor pulled Glorfindel into his lap, feeling the sand of the sparring pit stuck to their bodies as they rubbed together.
“It has us trapped against the edge of the cliff,” Glorfindel said in a scared, tiny voice. “I was so tired. We all were. We had fought so hard for so long just trying to save the city, and then again trying to escape,” he sobbed again, his voice increasing in pitch. “We were trapped between the Balrog and the abyss. It was going to herd us over. I fought it,” he clenched his eyes shut in remembered pain and his body jerked. “I fought, but I was so tired. It grabbed me and crushed my body against the stones of the cliff. I don’t know how I did it, but I pushed off as hard as I could. I don’t remember much of the fight…it’s all so blurry…but at the last second I used everything I had and that beasts hold on me, and I flung us over the edge,” he buried is face in Erestor’s neck. “We fell for so long. I thought that I would never die. The fire burned me asunder. I was alive the entire way down. Then, we hit the bottom and I was crushed against the rocks. I died.” His voice was quiet now, scarcely a whisper. “I died.”
Erestor guiltily remembered how he had crushed his husband into the wall of the pit, even after seeing the fear in his eyes. He had only been concerned about winning. He had so badly wanted to win over his husband just once, that he had ignored Glorfindel’s plight.
“I’m sorry my love. I’m so sorry. I burden you with my selfish ways far too often. I have hurt you far too many times to ever been forgiven again. I am adept at hurting others. It seems that I don’t know how to control myself. You know I love you…right?” he pleaded. He pulled back from their embrace to look Glorfindel in the eyes.
The usually sweet, kind eyes were clouded over with grief and pain. Erestor shut his eyes and leaned his forehead against Glorfindel’s. “This time I have done irreparable harm. I should not have in my keeping something so wonderful and pure as you. I can do nothing but break you.”
Glorfindel didn’t say anything for a long time, and Erestor was afraid, very afraid of losing his most beloved husband.
“When I was in the Halls,” Glorfindel said in a whisper that Erestor had to strain to hear. “I had time to heal, but I had not healed completely before the Valar called upon me to once again take up sword and shield and return to Middle-Earth. They knew this, but they gave me a promise. They told me that, some day, I would find a husband that would be the light of my world. They told me that, with him, I would face my worst fears, and I would complete my healing in his arms.”
Erestor looked into Glorfindel’s eyes again. He saw the pain, the fear…but…there was something he missed the first time. It was forgiveness. Erestor sobbed quietly and held Glorfindel to him as tightly as he could without breaking him.
They stayed locked in that embrace for a long time, sitting on the floor of their living room, naked, and covered in sand, oil, and tears. Eventually, Glorfindel tilted his head up and brushed his lips over Erestor’s. The large elf responded to the kiss. He gently, oh so gently, moved his lips against his husband’s, never deepening it but still showing his love and passion just the same. Glorfindel was the one that pulled back, and he whispered against Erestor’s mouth, “Heal me, my husband. Show me your love. Heal me.”
They had never made love so sweetly or so slowly as they did that night, not even on their wedding night when Glorfindel had given his virginity to Erestor. It was so slow, that they felt they hardly moved, but the love between them made it seem so much more intense than ever before. If it was possible, their love deepened to a whole new, unexplored depth.
Many miles away, several golden figures stood upon an ancient mountain…and smiled.