The Wrong Path
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Ch. 13
Title: The Wrong Path
Author: erviniae
Chapter 13/?
Prompt: #45 “The Wrong Path”
For the Hall of Books challenge
Pairing: Erestor/Ecthelion, Glorfindel
Rating: PG to eventual NC-17
Warning: AU, Angst, M/M
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.
“Father?” The voice that spoke had the dulcet tones of a confident Elf. His appearance itself was quite soothing to the eye: a face that spoke of kindness, loyalty, and ease with one’s self. His eyes sparkled with life and joy. This Elf was someone that made all who came into his presence feel comfortable. It was of no surprise then, when Melpomaen was appointed seneschal of Imladris: An appointment that suited him well. It only added to the hospitality that was renown to all who entered the fair vale of Imladris.
Erestor looked up from his seated position behind his desk, and smiled at his only child. “Yes, Melpomaen?”
“An envoy from Lothlórien has arrived with guard. He has a message for Lord Elrond. Since Lord Elrond is presently unavailable, I thought you would be best able to meet with him, straight away?”
“Of course, will you take me to him?” Erestor stood and walked to his son’s side whilst speaking. After planting a small kiss of greeting on Melpomaen’s cheek, father and son walked together through the hall, robes silently flowing behind them, until they reached the reception room’s doorway.
Within stood two Elves, one the Counselor Celvandil, of whom Erestor was well acquainted: the other a tall, broad shouldered Galadhrim, wearing the familiar uniform of the guard of the Golden Wood. Bearing in mind that Melpomaen had seen to the visitor’s comforts correctly, Erestor smiled with pride. The two guests put down their drinks to greet the Chief Advisor of Imladris.
“Well met, Celvandil,” Erestor gave the usual greeting to the envoy from Lothlorien. Celvandil responded in kind.
“How long shall we have the pleasure of your company?” Erestor asked easily.
“As long as it takes for my missive to be completed.” Celvandil smirked, then added, “Oh, wherever are my manners, Lord Celeborn would have my head, this is Haldir, Captain of the Galadhrim, and my steadfast protector on the roads between our realms. “
Haldir greeted Erestor with the same familiar salutation between all elvenkind. “It is an honor to meet you, my lord.” Haldir inclined his head without taking his eyes off of Erestor’s.
“Well met, Marchwarden Haldir, may your stay here within our vale bring you much comfort.” Erestor inclined his head.
“Thank you.” Haldir replied with a voice as smooth as honey: A voice that sent a small shiver down Erestor’s spine. A sensation that Erestor had learned to immediately douse after all his years of chastity.
“If you would, Seneschal Melpomaen will show you to your quarters?” Erestor offered with the wave of an elegant hand towards his son. “Unless your visit is of the up- most importance?”
“It is of import, Counselor Erestor, though not so much that we can not rest first.” Celvandil answered.
“Very well, we shall meet again at dinner and convene in Lord Elrond’s study after we have dined. Do you have a need of an escort to find your way to the hall?”
“No, no, I do remember the way.” Celvandil nodded as he gestured towards Melpomaen to lead them to their quarters.
“Please, if you would follow me,” Melpomaen smiled while he held the door open for the two visitors from the Golden Wood.
“If you have need of anything at all, do not hesitate to call upon myself or any…” Melpomaen’s voice faded as the Elves walked down the hall and Erestor resumed his way to his office. Rounding the corner, he stopped to gaze out the open windows to watch the activity in the gardens below. He smiled fondly at the sound of the laughter of elflings chasing each other. He adored the time he had shared with Melpomaen while he was a child and felt blessed to have him in his life. As his eyes scanned the trees, he caught a glimpse of shimmering blue silk flashing like a bright sky against a canvas of green. It was Lothwen and she was speaking with …Glorfindel…who was leaning with his back against a tree while sharing an easy conversation with his wife. He watched transfixed as her head bent back and her sweet laughter soon followed. It was all so innocent and yet not so. Sighing heavily, Erestor turned and resumed his walk to his office. A foul mood had suddenly befallen him.
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The next days were filled with discussions among Celvandil, Elrond and Erestor. It was always a pleasure to have the Lorien advisor visit. He was intelligent and spoke his mind easily in council. In leisure, he frequented the library by day and the Hall of Fire by nightfall. Haldir visited Imladris’ barracks during the day and honed his skills beside those of Lord Glorfindel. In the evening he joined the company to be had in the Hall of Fire as well as that of Celvandil, himself: for on occasion he and Celvandil shared the pleasures of a warm body in a soft bed.
It was on one such occasion that Erestor saw Celvandil take Haldir’s hand and after pulling him in for a passionate kiss, he led the Galadhrim into his room, but not before seeing Erestor’s stunned face in the hallway. Smiling brightly, Celvandil then nodded his good night to the counselor before being pulled through the doorway. Erestor stood still, his shock evident in his posture and on the look upon his ageless face. He felt that familiar prick of fear fill his belly: the fear of being caught in such an act. He immediately felt catapulted back to a different time and a different place where he was the one getting caught and Ecthelion the one standing beside him. ‘Ecthelion’ the name gnawed at his heart, the pain always at the ready to be unleashed, no matter how long or how hard he kept it hidden. Dizziness threatened to take him as he leaned against the wall for support. Slowly he crept down the hallway, afraid of passing the door where the lovers had entered: afraid of what was happening within. Sins and debauchery, yes, he was sure of it-for he too once shared that secret with another. How he made it to his quarters that night, he was still unsure, for his head was reeling in memories and uncertainties.
The next day brought about more talks between Erestor, Elrond and Celvandil. Celvandil was not the only one to notice Erestor’s sudden change of mood. He barely looked Celvandil’s way and when he spoke, it was brusque and with as short an answer that warranted politeness. At times, Elrond had to resist the urge to glare at his counselor and long-time friend.
Celvandil nodded once in agreement and signed his name along with Elrond and Erestor’s to the document that would procure a lending of scribes to Lothlórien for an age; to help with the re-inking of the histories of The Golden Wood. Celvandil then gathered his missives in hand.
“Master Erestor? A word if I may?” Celvandil hurriedly said as Erestor turned to leave the meeting room.
“Of course,” Erestor answered formally.
Melpomaen in the meantime summoned Elrond, leaving the two counselors alone. Elrond excused himself and left the room in a swish of plum robes.
“Erestor, I sense unease from you and I fear it is from what was witnessed by you last eve between myself and Marchwarden Haldir.” Celvandil was never one to back down from any slight.
Erestor shifted uncomfortably from foot-to-foot, unable to speak, but finally gave a near imperceptible nod.
“My friend, please… look at me?” Pleaded Celvandil. Slowly, Erestor looked up and into the Lórien advisor’s owlish eyes. For a moment, the beauty of the ageless face before him awed Celvandil. Erestor’s loveliness was intoxicating. A comely visage with eyes of darkest night that harbored a look of haunted emotions: Celvandil garnered that there was quite a tale hiding behind them.
“You should offer more discretion in your affairs, Celvandil, for if another but I happened upon you last eve, there could be much trouble for you and Haldir.” Erestor whispered while his eyes moved nervously as if they were speaking of some revolting transgression.
“Why would there be difficulty, my friend?” Celvandil was clearly confused. “We have done nothing in the wrong?”
“Not …nothing in the wrong?” Erestor was truly bewildered. Looking around the room, Erestor then closed the distance between them, afraid of any wayward ears. “It is forbidden.”
Coming closer than was necessary, Celvandil took this moment of closeness to take in the exquisiteness and the scent of his longtime associate. “Erestor, male unions are not prohibited, surely you know of this?” Celvandil gave an incredulous look.
Suddenly blushing in mortification, Erestor took a step backward while cocking his head to one side, that fall of glossy hair cascading to the right. “W…when?”
Gently directing Erestor to a chair behind him, and after handing the counselor a glass of water, Celvandil crouched before him. “I have always known of its acceptance, and though rare, it is not forbidden.” All the color drained from Erestor’s face now.
“Are you and Haldir…?” Erestor found his voice falter.
“Are we coupled? Oh no, no, my friend, we just enjoy a tryst from time to time.” Celvandil smiled wickedly as he stood.
“If you would excuse me….” Erestor stood and before Celvandil had a chance to stop him, Erestor swiftly exited the room. Deciding against a pursuit, Celvandil just sighed heavily. He was genuinely perplexed by what had just transpired between them.
Elves blurred past him as he nearly ran out of the main house, down a small flight of stone steps that leant to a rarely used path whereupon Erestor now ran. Throwing his heavy office robe off, he continued in leggings and shirt only while not even breaking into a sweat. The beauty around him went unseen as his emotions whirled in a cacophony of images that barraged his every thought. His long hair wild behind him, long, lean legs deftly propelled him closer to his destination; a quiet place of sanctuary behind the highest of Imaldris’ waterfalls. He edged around the perilous edge of wet rock, nearly losing his footing due to the spray of the fall upon his boots and body. One last step took him along the narrow ledge diagonally until he was now behind the fall—the thunderous roar of the water almost deafening and yet soothing to his soul.
Catching his breath, he leaned against the damp rock wall and then froze. Sounds of passion carried quietly yet distinctly; echoed throughout the small enclosure. Turning his head to the left he had to take control of himself as his vision adjusted to the darkness within the cave. There, upon the floor, lay Lothwen, her face flushed, breasts heaving with each breath she took as Glorfindel, obviously sated, lay upon her, his head nestled against the soft pillows of her body while she lovingly stroked his golden hair: Their legs entwined in a passionate lover’s embrace. Erestor closed his eyes to the intimate scene that played before him and with nary a sound, easily stole out the way he had come in without the lovers ever knowing he was ever there.
TBC…..
Celvandil-animal lover
Thank you so much to everyone who has given me feedback! It means so much to me.
Sorry it has been taking me so long between chapters...RL is often very busy.
*hugs to all*
Erviniae
Author: erviniae
Chapter 13/?
Prompt: #45 “The Wrong Path”
For the Hall of Books challenge
Pairing: Erestor/Ecthelion, Glorfindel
Rating: PG to eventual NC-17
Warning: AU, Angst, M/M
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.
“Father?” The voice that spoke had the dulcet tones of a confident Elf. His appearance itself was quite soothing to the eye: a face that spoke of kindness, loyalty, and ease with one’s self. His eyes sparkled with life and joy. This Elf was someone that made all who came into his presence feel comfortable. It was of no surprise then, when Melpomaen was appointed seneschal of Imladris: An appointment that suited him well. It only added to the hospitality that was renown to all who entered the fair vale of Imladris.
Erestor looked up from his seated position behind his desk, and smiled at his only child. “Yes, Melpomaen?”
“An envoy from Lothlórien has arrived with guard. He has a message for Lord Elrond. Since Lord Elrond is presently unavailable, I thought you would be best able to meet with him, straight away?”
“Of course, will you take me to him?” Erestor stood and walked to his son’s side whilst speaking. After planting a small kiss of greeting on Melpomaen’s cheek, father and son walked together through the hall, robes silently flowing behind them, until they reached the reception room’s doorway.
Within stood two Elves, one the Counselor Celvandil, of whom Erestor was well acquainted: the other a tall, broad shouldered Galadhrim, wearing the familiar uniform of the guard of the Golden Wood. Bearing in mind that Melpomaen had seen to the visitor’s comforts correctly, Erestor smiled with pride. The two guests put down their drinks to greet the Chief Advisor of Imladris.
“Well met, Celvandil,” Erestor gave the usual greeting to the envoy from Lothlorien. Celvandil responded in kind.
“How long shall we have the pleasure of your company?” Erestor asked easily.
“As long as it takes for my missive to be completed.” Celvandil smirked, then added, “Oh, wherever are my manners, Lord Celeborn would have my head, this is Haldir, Captain of the Galadhrim, and my steadfast protector on the roads between our realms. “
Haldir greeted Erestor with the same familiar salutation between all elvenkind. “It is an honor to meet you, my lord.” Haldir inclined his head without taking his eyes off of Erestor’s.
“Well met, Marchwarden Haldir, may your stay here within our vale bring you much comfort.” Erestor inclined his head.
“Thank you.” Haldir replied with a voice as smooth as honey: A voice that sent a small shiver down Erestor’s spine. A sensation that Erestor had learned to immediately douse after all his years of chastity.
“If you would, Seneschal Melpomaen will show you to your quarters?” Erestor offered with the wave of an elegant hand towards his son. “Unless your visit is of the up- most importance?”
“It is of import, Counselor Erestor, though not so much that we can not rest first.” Celvandil answered.
“Very well, we shall meet again at dinner and convene in Lord Elrond’s study after we have dined. Do you have a need of an escort to find your way to the hall?”
“No, no, I do remember the way.” Celvandil nodded as he gestured towards Melpomaen to lead them to their quarters.
“Please, if you would follow me,” Melpomaen smiled while he held the door open for the two visitors from the Golden Wood.
“If you have need of anything at all, do not hesitate to call upon myself or any…” Melpomaen’s voice faded as the Elves walked down the hall and Erestor resumed his way to his office. Rounding the corner, he stopped to gaze out the open windows to watch the activity in the gardens below. He smiled fondly at the sound of the laughter of elflings chasing each other. He adored the time he had shared with Melpomaen while he was a child and felt blessed to have him in his life. As his eyes scanned the trees, he caught a glimpse of shimmering blue silk flashing like a bright sky against a canvas of green. It was Lothwen and she was speaking with …Glorfindel…who was leaning with his back against a tree while sharing an easy conversation with his wife. He watched transfixed as her head bent back and her sweet laughter soon followed. It was all so innocent and yet not so. Sighing heavily, Erestor turned and resumed his walk to his office. A foul mood had suddenly befallen him.
---
The next days were filled with discussions among Celvandil, Elrond and Erestor. It was always a pleasure to have the Lorien advisor visit. He was intelligent and spoke his mind easily in council. In leisure, he frequented the library by day and the Hall of Fire by nightfall. Haldir visited Imladris’ barracks during the day and honed his skills beside those of Lord Glorfindel. In the evening he joined the company to be had in the Hall of Fire as well as that of Celvandil, himself: for on occasion he and Celvandil shared the pleasures of a warm body in a soft bed.
It was on one such occasion that Erestor saw Celvandil take Haldir’s hand and after pulling him in for a passionate kiss, he led the Galadhrim into his room, but not before seeing Erestor’s stunned face in the hallway. Smiling brightly, Celvandil then nodded his good night to the counselor before being pulled through the doorway. Erestor stood still, his shock evident in his posture and on the look upon his ageless face. He felt that familiar prick of fear fill his belly: the fear of being caught in such an act. He immediately felt catapulted back to a different time and a different place where he was the one getting caught and Ecthelion the one standing beside him. ‘Ecthelion’ the name gnawed at his heart, the pain always at the ready to be unleashed, no matter how long or how hard he kept it hidden. Dizziness threatened to take him as he leaned against the wall for support. Slowly he crept down the hallway, afraid of passing the door where the lovers had entered: afraid of what was happening within. Sins and debauchery, yes, he was sure of it-for he too once shared that secret with another. How he made it to his quarters that night, he was still unsure, for his head was reeling in memories and uncertainties.
The next day brought about more talks between Erestor, Elrond and Celvandil. Celvandil was not the only one to notice Erestor’s sudden change of mood. He barely looked Celvandil’s way and when he spoke, it was brusque and with as short an answer that warranted politeness. At times, Elrond had to resist the urge to glare at his counselor and long-time friend.
Celvandil nodded once in agreement and signed his name along with Elrond and Erestor’s to the document that would procure a lending of scribes to Lothlórien for an age; to help with the re-inking of the histories of The Golden Wood. Celvandil then gathered his missives in hand.
“Master Erestor? A word if I may?” Celvandil hurriedly said as Erestor turned to leave the meeting room.
“Of course,” Erestor answered formally.
Melpomaen in the meantime summoned Elrond, leaving the two counselors alone. Elrond excused himself and left the room in a swish of plum robes.
“Erestor, I sense unease from you and I fear it is from what was witnessed by you last eve between myself and Marchwarden Haldir.” Celvandil was never one to back down from any slight.
Erestor shifted uncomfortably from foot-to-foot, unable to speak, but finally gave a near imperceptible nod.
“My friend, please… look at me?” Pleaded Celvandil. Slowly, Erestor looked up and into the Lórien advisor’s owlish eyes. For a moment, the beauty of the ageless face before him awed Celvandil. Erestor’s loveliness was intoxicating. A comely visage with eyes of darkest night that harbored a look of haunted emotions: Celvandil garnered that there was quite a tale hiding behind them.
“You should offer more discretion in your affairs, Celvandil, for if another but I happened upon you last eve, there could be much trouble for you and Haldir.” Erestor whispered while his eyes moved nervously as if they were speaking of some revolting transgression.
“Why would there be difficulty, my friend?” Celvandil was clearly confused. “We have done nothing in the wrong?”
“Not …nothing in the wrong?” Erestor was truly bewildered. Looking around the room, Erestor then closed the distance between them, afraid of any wayward ears. “It is forbidden.”
Coming closer than was necessary, Celvandil took this moment of closeness to take in the exquisiteness and the scent of his longtime associate. “Erestor, male unions are not prohibited, surely you know of this?” Celvandil gave an incredulous look.
Suddenly blushing in mortification, Erestor took a step backward while cocking his head to one side, that fall of glossy hair cascading to the right. “W…when?”
Gently directing Erestor to a chair behind him, and after handing the counselor a glass of water, Celvandil crouched before him. “I have always known of its acceptance, and though rare, it is not forbidden.” All the color drained from Erestor’s face now.
“Are you and Haldir…?” Erestor found his voice falter.
“Are we coupled? Oh no, no, my friend, we just enjoy a tryst from time to time.” Celvandil smiled wickedly as he stood.
“If you would excuse me….” Erestor stood and before Celvandil had a chance to stop him, Erestor swiftly exited the room. Deciding against a pursuit, Celvandil just sighed heavily. He was genuinely perplexed by what had just transpired between them.
Elves blurred past him as he nearly ran out of the main house, down a small flight of stone steps that leant to a rarely used path whereupon Erestor now ran. Throwing his heavy office robe off, he continued in leggings and shirt only while not even breaking into a sweat. The beauty around him went unseen as his emotions whirled in a cacophony of images that barraged his every thought. His long hair wild behind him, long, lean legs deftly propelled him closer to his destination; a quiet place of sanctuary behind the highest of Imaldris’ waterfalls. He edged around the perilous edge of wet rock, nearly losing his footing due to the spray of the fall upon his boots and body. One last step took him along the narrow ledge diagonally until he was now behind the fall—the thunderous roar of the water almost deafening and yet soothing to his soul.
Catching his breath, he leaned against the damp rock wall and then froze. Sounds of passion carried quietly yet distinctly; echoed throughout the small enclosure. Turning his head to the left he had to take control of himself as his vision adjusted to the darkness within the cave. There, upon the floor, lay Lothwen, her face flushed, breasts heaving with each breath she took as Glorfindel, obviously sated, lay upon her, his head nestled against the soft pillows of her body while she lovingly stroked his golden hair: Their legs entwined in a passionate lover’s embrace. Erestor closed his eyes to the intimate scene that played before him and with nary a sound, easily stole out the way he had come in without the lovers ever knowing he was ever there.
TBC…..
Celvandil-animal lover
Thank you so much to everyone who has given me feedback! It means so much to me.
Sorry it has been taking me so long between chapters...RL is often very busy.
*hugs to all*
Erviniae