Falling into Temptation

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Part 14/?

Elladan shifted in his bed. The light of Anor, still hidden on the
horizon, left his room ont met mercy of the few lit candles. Burying his
face in the white surface of his pillow he complained soundly before he
rolled over seconds later to be able to look at the ceiling of his room.

He was feeling lonely again, but the one he imagined he would want to be
sharing his bed with him was the not one he had expected. Firnloos was
not the one he wanted by his side at that moment...

His eyes closed as his right hand slid inside his sleeping pants... A
soft moan escape his lips as his fingers softly encircled his already
stiff penis, stroking it gently up and down its entire length. He
remembered the other's naked upper body from swimming together in the
waters of the Bruinen running through the valley ... His perfect white
skin seemed to reflect the light of the sun. His dark mane of wet hair
stuck against the flawless marbled skin...

His hand started to move unconsciously faster as the different
provocative images flooded his mind and senses...

Suddenly his hand, moving faster on his aroused member became the
other's, making, the fantasy more intense while bringing pleasure to his
overheated flesh.

Elladan was almost breathless, his hand moving naturally up and down
made his body tense. Despite the great need of release the prince of
Imladris kept stroking himself, while deep loud moans were born deep in
his throat...

The image of the other elf's mouth taking his need within him was what
pushed him to the edge.

Closing tightly his eyes Elladan fantasised the other elf greedily
drinking the pearly seed of ecstasy leaving his body until he swallowed
the last drop of it.

Growling throatily Elladan rested his hand tiredly on his groin.

How did he come to feel this way?..."

Throwing the sheets to the empty side of the bed, Elladan felt the cold
air of the dawn cooling drastically his wet pants and, complaining about
such an unpleasant sensation against his heated skin, he jumped from his
bed and headed to the bathroom to prepare a himself a bath...

* Perhaps a cold one...* He thought as he placed his hand once again on
his anew aroused cock.

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Erestor woke with the tender caress of his lover's fingers on his bare
chest. Elrond´s hand was drawing random figures against his skin while
spooning behind him.

The chief advisor of Imladris moved closer to allow his body greater
contact with the naked chest against his back.

"Did I wake you?" Came the soft gentle whisper from behind him as the
other drew closer as an answer to his body language petition for
proximity.

"I was not suppose to wake?" Asked Erestor sleepily snuggling in his
secure nestle within the Lord of Imladris arms.

"It is still early A´ maelarain ... You can sleep for another hour if
you want..." Elrond mumbled before placing an affectionate loving kiss
on the other's cheek.

"Mnnn... No... I think I prefer to enjoy your arms...". The younger elf
stated smiling contently. "It would do you good to try to sleep a
little..."

"I can not..." Mumbled Elrond weakly.

"If you are going to start asking me about the nightmares I WILL go back
to sleep." warned the snuggled elf.

"Why is that you never discussed them with me?. I ... do not imagine
what you can not talk to me. Is it about..."

"I do not want to talk about it..." Cut in Erestor before Elrond could
finish his sentence.

"Why?!" Asked the annoyed half-elf.

"Because there is nothing you can do. There is no need to try to find a
solution where there is none to be found."

Elrond stared at his lovho who was moving away from him to rest on the
other side of the bed.

"I do not want to discuss this..." mumbled the suddenly awakened elf,
staring at his fingers tightly clenching the sheet to his chest.

"Erestor this is a recurrent thing. And they are obviously the same kind
of nightmares. So perhaps I can help you somehow, I AM a healer after
all..." He tried to explain peacefully, trying not to start what he saw
it was coming.

"You can not do more than you already do... Now; are you going to keep
talking about this?" Asked the irritated elf clenching the sheet while
staring his lover waiting for an answer which came as a muffled puff ...
Erestor knew what was coming next so he decided to leave the warm bed.

"If you could ONLY TALK to me!".... Elrond barked angrily while the
other elf walked around the room gathering his clothing. "What are you
doing?" he asked as his lover threw some clothes on his naked body.
"Came back to bed, Erestor..." he pleaded austerely. "It is too early to
be arguing..."

"I am not the one who started it!. And THIS was NOT what I had in mind
when I woke... BELIEVE me!"

After his angry snap Erestor stormed out of the room, leaving his
annoyed lover still in bed.

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Erestor walked down the corridor and down the side stair, which would
lead him to the warm natural streams under the house. He usually avoided
that kind of places... not feeling comfortable with other's being able
to see his naked body... But at that hour of the day it was very
unlikely for any elf to be taking his bath there...

He looked away when passing the stream where Celebrian had first
threatened him... Ironically his beloved's favourite one... Now Erestor
had chosen another favourite... It was a little smaller and the water
was warmer. Not so many plants decorated the walls, but to him it was
much more private... and somehow safer, although he never managed to
determine from what...

Turning to his left he crossed the stone crafted arcade. He looked
around and made sure that no one was there. After taking off his clothes
he dipped into the steamy water with a sigh of comfort.

His body seemed to relax at the pleasant sensation of the water flowing
around him, even though his body still needed to adapt to the new
temperature he enjoyed the sensation nonetheless.

He walked through the crystalline stream to the falls born on the wall
and standing underneath it with closed eyes he let it soak him
completely.

His dark mane of hair fell heavy over his marble like back almost tangle
free due the water constantly falling over it... Running both his hands
across his face he moved to sit on the crafted bench beneath the water.

Everything was starting again... The nightmares, Elrond´s annoyance at
him for not sharing them. Soon, in the following, days his lover and
Glorfindel would be trying to persuade him to drink a sleeping
elixir...Erestor would not comply -as usual-. Glorfindel would start
watching him closely, pretty much like Elrond... And... Celebrian would
be back from Lórien...

That was the worst one of all in the recurrent circle of his life...
Celebrian.

The silver haired lady had ruined his life in more than one way... Not
only had she almost managed to make Elrond to hate him but she also...

Erestor complained loudly to the air. He did not want to think about
that. He had ordered himself not to a long time ago... He needed to
leave it in the past. Otherwise he would not be able to bear living.

It was already hard to see the faces of everybody who had known that
other him still staring at him disapprovingly, * Do not complain
Erestor. At least the whispers had almost stopped...* he thought as his
hand ran over the water surface forming little waves. Nobody wanted to
infuriate the Lord of the House, and that was a sure topic to do so.

So, everybody pretended the past never happened when he was around, and
so they did when Erestor appeared.

The dark haired elf sighed heavily. As he noticed Celebrian´s power over
his relationship. She was not there. But somehow she managed to make
them feel her presence...

It was like if the Lady of Lórien had tattooed an important secret on
his body. A secret which Erestor needed his lover not to find out...
Always there, with him, irremovable from his mind as a tattoo is from
its bearer's skin... the nasty secret he needed to keep away from
Elrond´s knowledge, for his beloved's own protection...

The little secret that never should be unveiled. And as a piece of
clothing covering a tender part of someone's body from a lover, so
Erestor´s lies acted like... For he did lie when he avoided Elrond´s
questions... when he assured Elrond he had only acted as he did for pain
and revenge... He lied... and his lies were his clothes, the only ones
covering the truth, which had led him to do what he had done. The ones
keeping always a significant part of himself hidden from the one who
loved him. Keeping secret the reason of why he had become the person he
was today.

Celebrian forced him to bear this tattoo, she also gave him the clothes
to cover it. And her work had been a truly keen one. For Erestor would
never allow Elrond to remove THAT piece of clothing from his body... It
would always be there as the only barrier that they needed to cross to
be complete ...

"Erestor?" Called the distant voice bringing him back to reality.

"Elladan?! What are you doing here?!". Erestor stated a little annoyed
for the intrusion. He still could not manage any other but his lover to
see him naked. "Hand me that towel. Please..." he asked pointing at the
carefully placed towel waiting to be used in one of the crafted stone
holes, trying not to sound angry. He was not really angry at Elladan...
He was angry with himself... angry and frustrated as always for not
being able to share his dreams with the one who cared the most about
him...

"What are you doing here?" He asked as Elladan reached the towel and
handed it to him furiously blushing. Erestor thought he had never seen
Elladan blush like that... "What were you doing here?".

"...I ... was walking and saw you and, since it is almost time for
breakfast and you looked so distant, I thought you might wanted to know
that..." Mumbled Elladan confusedly to Erestor while looking everywhere
but at the naked body leaving the steamy water covered only, by the
towel he had handed him..

"I will not attend breakfast today Elladan. Thank you nevertheless."

"Why?" The oldest prince asked, drawing his gaze to the elf in front of
him and regretted his question as soon as he saw the other's tense face.
"Eh... I should have not asked..." He said but in a whisper.

"I am not hungry. Now you better get going or you will miss it." The
eldar elf stated as he gathered his clothes from the bench he had left
them on. Pulling his pants on to the still wet body ,and under the
wrapped towel around his waist, he saw his older pupil almost running
away from the stream.

"Saurar". He reproached to himself as he realized he had troubled the
young elfling.

Erestor considered seriously the idea of spending the entire day locked
up in some of the unvisited rooms of the house with only a book. There
were certainly lots of them.

But the idea died young as he recognized he would not be able to deal
with his demons that day...

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Elrond frowned when he entered the dinning room. Elladan was sitting
alone at the table fidgeting with the sleeve of his robe. Preparations
for breakfast had still not started so the room was as gloomy and sad as
his son, with only the candles which remained lit at night illuminating
it.

"What are you doing here, Elladan?" Asked Elrond softly to his
distracted son as a maid appeared through the kitchen door to start the
usual preparations.

"My Lord." After a slight bow the elf-girl continued with her task of
lighting every candle in the room. It was especially dark that day due
to the clouds carrying the rain...

"Nothing, Papa. I just woke early..." the young elf declared gloomily.

"Did you quarrel with your brother?" Asked Elrond as he took a seat at
the empty place next to his son.

"No." He answered . "I have not seen him since last night..." Elladan
forced to add at the piercing glance his father was giving him.

"Then why that sad look in your eyes?." Elrond asked, tenderly pulling
the braids falling over his oldest son's face away. He could swear
Elladan was about to cry...

"Do you love me, Ada?" The young elfling asked on the edge of tears,
looking almost desperately at his father.

"Of course I love you, Elladan." The Lord of Imladris affirmed most
securely while cupping Elladan´s cheek in the palm of his hand. "Do I
not let you know I love you?" He asked softly wondering if he might be
not paying enough attention to his sons...

"Yes..." Assured Elladan biting his lower lip almost to the point of
hurting himself not to burst into tears as he crushed against his
father's chest. "You do, Ada..." Snuggling his face against his father's
shoulder he started to sob as loving arms enfolded him as a bird would
do with his brood to keep them safe and warm.

"Why are you distressed Elladan?..." Elrond whispered to his son's dark
hair while petting it soothingly. "Is there something I can do?" He
asked, realising that his son, as his lover had chosen to do, would not
reveal the source of his pain to him. A soft negative shake rubbed
against his shoulder.

"Can I skip my classes today, papa? I do not feel well..." The prince
muttered as he leaned back to his own chair. He did not want to release
his father but he did not want to cry as a child would either. And he
had decided he was just doing that...

"Yes. Of course you can." smiling lovingly Elrond looked at Elladan
making sure his offspring was feeling at least a little better. "When
ever you want to talk to me. You know I will listen. No matter what..."

"You have enough things on your mind, Ada."

"None more important than you or your brother." The Lord of the Valley
smiled in unison with the smile born on his son's lips.

"I love you, Ada." Elladan stated, smiling widely now.

"I love you too. And you should know that!" Elrond told him in a mockery
of a reproach.

"It would be clearly demonstrated if you let me keep one of the horses
about to be born..." Grinning mischievously the young elf giggled.

"I will think about it..." The half-elf Lord stated after some
consideration. He was indeed thinking of giving the baby horses to his
sons. It was a rare case of twins and Elladan and Elrohir had been
asking him to have them since they have found out about that...

Elrond smiled at the happy light in his son's eyes. After all the Lord
of Imladris had decided to give the new born horses to his sons for
their next birthday... It had been Erestor´s idea in fact; he had
claimed it to be another responsibility for the twins, especially for
Elladan who always seemed to need to have something to do... It was
another way to keep them busy and over all other reasons happy... Elrond
had teased Erestor telling him that HE was the first one when it came to
spoiling both young elflings... and... he actually was the one who
managed to get Elrond to do as the twins wished...

Somehow that was his way to love them... although the twins never found
out about it...

"Really?" Asked an anxious Elladan.

"I did not say I would. I said I would think about it."

"Oh. I will behave I promise..."

Elrond smirked with amusement, as fathers do when their children beam
with happiness, just as Elladan beamed while promising a hundred and one
things a minute -promises he would not be able to keep, If so the Lord
of the house would start wondering if someone might have changed his son
- just to convince him of something his lover had already done for him
months ago...

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Elrohir woke and took him little time to familiarise himself with the
surroundings and, as soon as he did, a wide grin of success and
realization formed on his rose petal lips. He had spent the night in the
arms of his beloved and, although he wanted much more than to feel the
strong arms wrapped around him he felt, at that moment he was happy, as
happy as he had ever been.

Glorfindel was still asleep, the even moves of his chest told Elrohir
so.

The young elf tried to made up his mind between two ideas...

The first was to snuggle closer and trace light soft kisses on to the
pale neck so close to his mouth... the other, was to slightly move and
reach his loved one's lips... So very difficult to decide between those
so alluring thoughts, it took the youngest prince a moment of
consideration...

Having made up his mind Elrohir slowly moved to rest the weight of his
body on his left arm while his right hand caressed the sleeping elf's
face... he smiled, pleased, as barely audible sounds of pleasure escaped
the still unconscious body. Moving his eyes from the alluring lips
asking to be kissed, Elrohir turned his gaze to the breathing chest...up
and down it moved gently and calmly, begging for a caress... bare,
naked, chest... the princes hesitant hand placed itself in the middle of
it... It was so warm and soft Elrohir wanted to bend and kiss it but
before he could think more of it his hand had started to trace random
patterns on the warm flesh...

Elrohir thought that if there was someone he could thank for this mania
of Glorfindel to sleep with only a pair of light pants on, he would...
Because of him the prince had refused the sleeping nightshirts his
mother wanted him and Elladan to use when they were younger... Obviously
Elladan rejected them too, due his brother's choice not to wear them...
He almost giggled at the memory but his hand asked him for more... it
wanted to reach that aroused rosy bud... it wanted to feel its hardness
under his fingers it wanted to pinch it and hear what kind of sounds he
could rouse from his beloved who was still innocently sleeping...

His fingers dared to take the challenge and travelled from the middle of
the chest to the pectoral muscles, his fingers feathery like encircling
it... softly moving over it... so close he was to the alluring aroused
nub... Elrohir closed his eyes as the need of reaching for his own need
increased... He felt he was about to come just from the simple action of
caressing Glorfindel´s chest... *Elrohir? * Asked a sleepy voice,
snapping the prince's eyes open.

Glorfindel found himself suddenly awake as his beloved looked back at
him, between half open eyelids. Elrohir´s emerald eyes were darkened by
arousal, his breathing was irregular and sensual to the eldar ears.
Suddenly the golden haired elf found his own breath becoming uneven with
the racing of his pulse...

A knock on the door pulled them out of the shared trance, and Elrohir
dropped his body to the empty, cold side of the bed....

"I will be right down, Lindir..." Glorfindel stated, trying to regulate
his voice to sound not as affected as the rest of his body. And after a
brief second he looked at Elrohir who was trying to even his breathing
and was holding his eyes close. He sighed and, although he knew he
should not, he could not resist getting closer to the slim body and
embracing Elrohir around his waist.

Elrohir´s eyes opened to close once again as the blond elf's lips
crushed against his own... Moaning loudly the young prince clasped his
arms around the other's back, pulling him desperately closer, to
reluctantly release him when Glorfindel pulled away, breathing
unsteadily and looking almost afraid of what he had just done...
Suddenly Elrohir felt the need to soothe all Glorfindel´s pointless
distress away...

"We need to get up..." Mumbled the blond eldar pushing the blankets with
his feet to find his arm lightly caught up. He looked back at his
beloved to find a caring smile drawn in his lips.

"I will wait..." He said smiling tenderly and reassuring his lover and
himself about his promise. "My body might not want me to, but... I
will..." He ended looking away as his cheeks flushed.

"Have I told you that I love you...?" Glorfindel asked brushing some
stray locks of hair resting on his lover's naked chest, away and making
the young elf blush even deeper while smiling shyly.

"Mnnn... Not today..." Elrohir teased gazing at the other between
fluttering eyelashes with a happy, pleased grin playing on his lips.

" I love you." Glorfindel stated confidently staring into those so loved
green eyes of his beloved prince.

"I love you too." Elrohir assured as his arms encircled the other's neck
lovingly, resting his head in Glorfindel´s shoulder.

"Do you remember a time you were little?"

Elrohir pulled away from the embrace to look puzzled at the other elf
kneeling next to him.

"You were six..."He continued smiling at the puzzled look of his
beloved. "There had been a terrible storm and I have found you bundled
behind your favourite statue..." Glorfindel noticed Elrohir remembering
at least something because of the amused smile playing on his lips. "Do
you by any chance remember what you were doing down stairs?. I forgot to
ask you that night..."

"I was looking for you." Elrohir confessed blushing even more. "I
remember waking with a thunder and going to your room but the door was
open and you were not there... so I went downstairs... to go look for
you..."

Another knock on the door make them once again snap from their loving
trance. And so Glorfindel rose from bed and went to open the door as
Elrohir went hide to the bathroom.

It was one of the maids, asking if he was going to have breakfast in his
room. After telling the elf-girl he would be right down, Glorfindel
looked into his now, empty bed. He sighed, knowing that from know on it
would never be as empty as it once was. For even, if Elrohir was not
going to eternally share it with him he would have the lovely and
sensual memories bringing his loved one to him every night, those
memories of his one true love, that true love that some day will almost
certainly find another mate...

*****
Part 15/?

Elrohir and Glorfindel entered the room together. They had met again in
the hallway when leaving their respective bedrooms after changing and
refreshing themselves. Both elves stopped their light talk and mutual
adoration as they noticed the Lord of Imladris's almost inquiring stare.

"Quel amrun Elrond, Elladan..." The golden haired eldar finally broke
the short but unbearable silence, while Elrohir only smiled at his
father and Elladan, with a slight nod as his only salutation to them.

"Well, we only need for Erestor to appear now." The Lord of the house
mused out loud, mostly to himself as he moved to his rightful place at
the head of the table.

"He will not have breakfast today," Elladan declared staring at the
piece of bread he was playing with.

"Have you seen him?" asked Elrond, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Yes. He told me so..." Muttered Elladan uneasily, only looking up when
hearing a long deep exhalation from his father's side.

"Very well, we can start then," Elrond declared, before pulling the hair
away from his face. He noticed Glorfindel looking worriedly at him, and
with a single nod he assured his friend's thinking.

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Glorfindel had left the twins alone in the halls of Fire discussing some
ancient legends after making some last minute invented excuse. After
knocking Elrond´s study door he was beckoned to enter.

"I was wondering how long it was going to take you." Elrond mused
looking pretty much relieved from where he was standing next to the
window.

"Nightmares again?" asked the blond eldar whilst approaching the dark
haired half-elf Lord.

"Yes. And as always he would refuse to talk to me. All I seem able to do
regarding this issue is upset him even more. If he only... "

"He would not discuss it with anybody who is not you nor me."

"What is it that he can not discuss with us?." Elrond asked to
Glorfindel frowning. "I can understand that he might not feel
comfortable telling me some things, but he has always talked to you. He
trusts you more than anybody and if this thing haunting him will not
allow him to open up with you, then he would not discuss it with no
one."

"I know... And it worries me too. This burden of his. Seems to be
heavier by the years, and all the times I have asked all I got for an
answer is that he could not tell me. I can see he wants too. But, he is
never able to let a single word out of his mouth."

"You do not know how it is when he wakes as if he had just seen Sauron
himself." With that statement the Lord of Imladris got his friend to
look at him stunned, for nobody was as reluctant as Elrond to mention
that name in his house. "I can not sit petting his back, soothing the
distress away only to know that it will came back to torture him within
the little time he gets to sleep again." He said desperately.

"You need to soothe his pain away. YOU are the only one who can do that.
And you know as well as I that although we do not like his silence we
will not get him to talk." Noticing his friend's distress Glorfindel
added. "He is safe within Imladris. Nothing will happen to him. Where is
he now?"

"I do not know. I assume Elladan was the last to see him and from
Elladan´s nervousness I assume Erestor might have raised his voice to
him or something."

"Well then you should go try to find him and calm him," Glorfindel´s
words were meant as encouragement to his friend, who after all this
years still feared his lover's rejections, bringing unwanted memories to
Elrond's mind. "I will try to talk to him after the class with the
twins. He will be fine." He assured emphasizing his words with a clasp
on his friends´ shoulder.

"I think I should believe you. You always end up being right." Elrond
smiled weakly but fondly at his friend. "I do not know what would I do
without you, my friend."

"You would have found out another way to solve things. As you always
do... Now, I better go back," said Glorfindel while heading to the door.
"I hope not to find out that I have to remake more maps when I get to
the library."

"Ask Elrohir to help you." Elrond spoke smiling at his friend. "He is an
excellent drawer." He declared matter-o-factly.

Glorfindel turned on his heels to face at his old time friend, and saw
nothing but trust in his eyes. He had trusted Elrohir´s heart to him and
his words, somehow were reassurance that Elrond approved of their
relationship. If that is what it was called.. "I think Elladan needs his
brother more than I need him to help me with the maps. I will find
something for them both to do..." smiling Glorfindel rose his gaze to
bow reverentially at his friend before he left the study.

Elrond grinned at the image of his younger son working hard to seduce
his blond tutor and shook his head amused... * Wise choice Elrohir...
Wise choice...*

Closing the study door behind him the Lord of the house started his
quest of finding his lover.

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Later in the afternoon the twins were walking around the house heading
nowhere in particular.

"What is it Elladan?" Elrohir asked but in whisper.

"Nothing." The oldest brother muttered between his teeth.

"You look sad."

"I am well Elrohir. Do not trouble yourself about me."

"Is it Firnloos?. Do you miss him?" Elrohir was a master when it came to
torturing someone to talk. A quality his brother did not like at all.
Especially when Elrohir knew so well his decoy.

"No."

"It is alright if you do..." The youngest twin insisted.

"But I do not..."

"Elladan..."

"Elrohir! I DO not miss HIM!" Elladan snapped annoyed. "The only one I
miss is you. But, that is not the reason I feel bad today. Oh. Stop
that!." Elladan chided vainly trying to sound annoyed, when his twin
embraced him despite his oldest brother's attempts to push him away.
"You can not hug me here Elrohir! We are grown ups now."

"I do not care. YOU are my brother. You are distressed, and ...you are
very huggable." Elrohir stated, giggling while petting his brother's
dark mane soothingly. "Now. Tell me why you are sad... yes?"

"I am not huggable!." Elladan complained. "You make me sound like a
stuffed toy from our childhood!"

"They were cute." The youngest brother pulled away, finding his twin's
hand to drag him along the terrace.

"I am not cute either!. Where are we going?" Elladan asked as he
realized they were going nowhere.

"I do not know. Swimming?"

"No... I do not want to swim..." Elladan frowned and shudder at the
sudden memories of Erestor´s reaction while taking his bath.

"What is it?" Elrohir asked turning to face his brother. "You are pale."

"Nothing. What is that?"

"Do not change the topic. You always avoid me when I ask you
something..."

"Shhh... That light?!. Coming from behind the tapestry..." Heading to
the wall sized drapery Elladan lifted it away, revealing a hidden, half
open door.

"What is it?" Asked Elrohir pushing his brother a little so he could
also see.

"A door..." Whispered the oldest twin amazed. "A hidden room..."

"Why would a room be hidden?. Let us go in." Pushing his brother away
Elrohir entered it, tugging his twin's sleeve encouragingly for him to
follow his moves.

"I have never been here."

"You think Ada knows about this place?" Asked the younger elf taking in
the unknown surroundings. It was a very small room, one of the corners
of the building structure, and despite it's small size it seemed to be
wonderfully warm and comfortable. It was filled with two sofas covered
by fluffy cushions, a big divan with a heavy coverlet resting at it's
feet and a very little desk with only a couple of chairs. Three windows
gave an almost perfect view to the falling cascades, one of them was now
covered by a thick, heavy, dark blue curtain.

It was a lovely setting for a secret & romantic encounter...

"I do not know..." Answered Elladan still amazed, as he dared stepping
deeper into the cosy room.

"What are you two doing here?."

Both twins turned on their heels to see the tapestry falling behind
Erestor´s figure.

Elladan bit his lower lip, knowing he and Elrohir should not be there.
What in Elbereth´s name had he done to enrage his dark haired tutor
twice in one day?.

"Should you not be taking your class with Glorfindel?" Asked the elf
tutor calmly.

"We... We. Were just walking. Erestor and...". The oldest prince mumbled
insecurely as he swiftly looked away.

"Papa let us skip our classes today, so , we were walking and Elladan
saw a light coming from behind the tapestry...." Elrohir declared
worriedly waiting for their reprimand. "You knew about this place?" He
asked in a very soft voice.

"Yes." The older elf stated, "I come here to read or rest my mind when I
need to. So does your father and Glorfindel...We are the only ones who
know about this place and now, you know too."

"Why have we never seen it? Papa never mentioned it to us." Elrohir
insisted trying to get more information.

"You did see it, but you might not remember it. You were but babies back
then." The elf tutor smiled at the memory before concentrating on the
oldest twin who was constantly staring at the floor. "Elladan?"

"Yes, Erestor?" The twin asked still staring at the stone floor.

"Elrohir. Would you give us a moment? I need to speak with Elladan
alone."

Nodding in puzzlement at the sudden change in his tutor's behaviour, the
youngest elf looked briefly at his twin brother and left.

"Have a seat..." The elf tutor made a generic signal indicating for his
student to pick any place he wanted. "Are you angry with me?" He asked
sitting on the sofa opposite to the young elfling.

"No." Elladan muttered wishing he could just leave the room. "I am
sorry I interrupted you. I promise I will not do it again..." * But
please do not raise your voice again... please... *

"I had no right to treat you like I did this morning, and I wanted to
apologize." The elder elf words were meant to soothe, to be sweet,
charming and musical all at the same time. Yet they did not manage to
get Elladan lifting his head from watching his nervous hands, playing
almost frantically with each other. "Do you remember the other time we
spoke about my strong temper? Well, when summer approaches... I start
having these... awful dreams which barely allow me to sleep..."

The young elf was now looking at him worriedly, Erestor smiled as he saw
Elrond´s expression on Elladan´s face. They were so alike. "Anyway. I
was saying, this dreams I have, are not nice and since they don't let
me have a proper rest I might be a little more ... susceptible than
usual when it comes to getting angry. What I am saying is, that neither
you nor your brother have to take it personally. It will be most likely
it has nothing to do with either of you. But I am afraid I will not be
able to control it this summer as well as I did before. That is why I
wanted to tell you this. So you know I did not get angry at you this
morning and I am sorry I raised my voice at you."

"Are you feeling better now?" Elladan asked, concerned, still frowning
his brow.

"Yes." Erestor smiled tenderly at his worried student wondering how the
elfling managed to switch from the earthquake elf he was into an
extremely sweet and caring one.

"Ada might prepare you something to sleep."

"He knows about the dreams." Erestor mumbled, smiling weakly, due to the
memory of the morning's fight with his lover. "Now you need not to worry
about me. I just told you so you understood my mood this morning."

"You would have not told me if it hadn't happened?."

"No. I already have Glorfindel and your father worrying about this
dreams of mine. I would have never added you to the list if it were not
necessary."

"How do you know I will worry?" Elladan asked, puzzled.

"Because you are Elladan. And the one I know cares more than he wants to
admit about the ones he considered his family." Smiling at the innocent
blush of his student's face Erestor rubbed the young elf's brow with a
tender thumb. "Now. Erase that concerned expression or you will make me
regret I ever told you. That is much better." Erestor assured, pleased
as Elladan smiled timidly. "Come. I need to do something now."

The pleasant touch suddenly finished, Erestor was waiting for Elladan,
holding the tapestry open waiting for the young elf to pass through the
door so he could close it behind them.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

"Please do not tell your brother what I told you. I do not want to upset
him too."

"I won't tell Erestor." A blissful smile played in his lips. "I
promise."

"Thank you," smiled the elder elf who suddenly felt the young elfling's
body crushing against his chest, giving him a tight and unexpected
embrace. Smiling, amused by his student's swift actions Erestor hugged
Elladan back. "Go find Elrohir now. I am sure he is wondering where you
are by now." He murmured before placing a fatherly kiss on the other's
head. "Go..." With a single nod and without looking at him, his charge
rushed away down the hallway.

"It seems you two have made up for whatever happened this morning."

The chief advisor of Imladris grinned at the sound of his beloved's deep
voice. "Yes." His head fell backwards to rest on a safe shoulder while a
strong arm encircled his chest under his left arm, the free hand worked
the dark hair off his neck so his lover's soft lips could kiss the line
of increasing pulse. "Now I have only you to make up for raising my
voice at, this mornind led leaving the way I did..."

"I would say I am sorry too but I am extremely interested in finding out
what would you do to make up things to me..." Smirking naughtily, the
Lord of Imladris rested his cheek against Erestor´s as he let his other
arm encircle the slim body greedily and closely.

"We are in the hallway A´maelarain." The younger elf warned, panting
with uneven breaths. He found impossible to control his body once it was
in his loved one's selfish grip.

"We should enter the study perhaps?" Elrond asked playfully.

Erestor only nodded as warm breath collided teasingly against the tip of
his ear to be followed by a provoking lick that made him moan and
tremble in the safe arms holding him close to Elrond´s body.

"Yes. I think we should enter..." Not releasing his lover Elrond turned
the door clasp and kicked it open then caught it after they entered to
close it behind them. "Amim mela lle. A´maelarain..."

"Amin mela lle beika Elrond." His uneven breathing almost made the words
get lost in the short trip to the other's ear. Turning the other so he
could face him Elrond cornered his chief advisor against the door jamb.
Eager arms encircled around his neck pulling his body forward, so it
could be firmly pressed against Erestor´s crushed against the oak door.

After looking intently into each other eyes for several seconds, the
half-elven Lord broke the mystical trance to bend and kiss the alluring
lips waiting for his own. Erestor´s hands had slid around his waist,
pressing forward his lower body until their needs met, making them moan
eagerly into the hungry kiss.

Elrond's lips trailed their way, south heading to the pulsing artery
rushing on the pale neck over the covered flesh. The high neck hardly
let him have bare flesh to kiss, his own fault for marking the flawless
skin under it so evidently the past day; but they were alone now, and
the shirt could be removed, the only one who could noticed the telling
mark was the one who had greedily inflicted it during their love
making. The elder elf's left hand unbuttoned the first upper buttons
while the other pulled the annoying fabric out of his lips´ way. Elrond
grinned over the other's bruised skin as needful moans left Erestor´s
mouth. His hand slid through the half open line of buttons to run
exploringly over the chief advisor's chest.

"You might want to move a little lower, Ada."

Elrohir´s musical voice made both elder elves snap from their entrancing
activity, pulling away form the other's arms, to stare nervously at
where the sound had come from. Elrohir´s head popped out from behind
Elrond´s messy desk. He was obviously kneeling on the floor. But what
was he doing there?

"Somewhere a regular shirt will cover...?" The young elf suggested
amused from his place.

"Elrohir?!" Asked the half-elven Lord, shaken. Neither anger nor
recrimination sounded in his voice, but concealed fear. The fear of his
youngest son's possible reaction to his secret, true love.

"I am sorry I did not meant to rattle you. But it would have not been
right, for me to stay under the desk until you... finished." Beginning
to stand in his place Elrohir chuckled at his father angry blng ang and
avoidance of his gaze. "Well. I better leave you two alone now."

"You are not going anywhere Elrohir. What were you doing there?" Asked
Elrond puzzled and still shocked. "We need to talk." He stated after
some moments rubbing nervously his brow before his son could form any
answer.

"It is alright Papa, I will not tell Elladan if that is what is
troubling you." Declared the young elf good-heartily.

"Sit. Please." Elrond moved heading to where Elrohir had chosen to sit
and took one of the empty places in front of his youngest son. Noticing
that his lover had not mirrored his motions he glanced back to the door.
"Come sit Erestor. Please."

"I am sorry I troubled you both, Ada. I did not mean to."

"The one who seems not troubled at all is you Elrohir." The elfling's
father announced after making sure his lover had started his way to the
empty chair next to him. The last thing Elrond thought he needed at that
moment was for his beloved to go hide somewhere due to obvious guilt.

"Well, I am not troubled Papa. I just want you and Erestor to be happy,
and you do seem happy together." Elrohir could not help but to smile
mischievously at the flashback of the scene he had just witnessed.

"Since when have you known. Elrohir?" Asked Erestor quietly, as if
scared of opening his mouth.

"About a week...remember that time when I bumped into you? When you were
leaving Ada´s private rooms?" He explained after some seconds due to the
puzzled look on both his father's and and his father's lover's face.
"Well that got me thinking, and I only paid a little attention... It is
not very hard to notice if you watch the right signs..."

"Such as?" Asked Elrond resting his head in one of his hands. Refreshing
his memory for some sort of clue which could have told his son about his
secret feeling
"
"Mnnn... the way you look at each other mostly..." He stated after
taking some time to think. "Since when?..." The young elf asked out of
curiosity. He actually wanted to ask how everything started too, since
he had not been able to hear his parents love story when little... But
he considered it might be too early to be asking that. And it was not
like he was not going to have the opportunity after all.

Elrond considered the question carefully, considering the only two
options to chose from. The truth or a lie. The truth might change
Elrohir´s NOT TROUBLED mood to a very troubled one, after all Celebrian
WAS his mother. "Lyndon. Some months before we started our way to
Eriador and founded Imladris." He decided to go with the truth,
considering it better to try to talk through everything that was needed
that afternoon, or at least everything his son wanted to ask. The
half-elf Lord could feel the fear of his lover increasing, at Elrohir´s
quiet thinking.

"That is a long time..." Elrohir stated in awe. He had considered his
father and Erestor to be together for a long time but it turned to be
much longer than the one he had calculated. The young prince had thought
everything might have started due to his mother spending so much time in
Lórien... Apparently he had skipped a few years... So, Celebrian must
know about it. But... Lifting his gaze to look at his father, the young
elf asked, "Why did you marry mother if you and Erestor were together?."

The Lord of the house blinked in surprise at the question. He had
expected something like: Does mother know? Where you not in love with
mother when you married her? Did you ever love mother? but none of those
seemed to be playing around his son's thinking at that moment. "Well..."
There was no way to put what he needed to say in easy hearable words, it
was not easy at all, to tell his youngest child that he had not been
conceived as the product of his parents love, but from the mere need of
heritage.

"You married her only because you needed heirs?" The elfling asked
matter-o-factly.

"Some futures are written, Elrohir, and the only thing we can do, is to
adapt to them." Erestor finally dare to look into his charges´ deep
green eyes staring attentively back at him. "Your father was meant to
marry your mother as he was meant to have you and your brother. You see,
the Valar might take important things from us several times, but
somehow, they reward our strength by giving us greater things in
return..."

"So. You do not regret Ada married mother? Even knowing that you might
never bind your heart to him?"

After swallowing hard, Elrond stared at his lover, waiting for an answer
under the answer. Surely Erestor would not tell Elrohir that he actually
regretted Elrond had married his mr sor so the Lord of Imladrionceoncentrated on his lover body language and eyes, especially his
beloved's expressive eyes.

"No. I do not regret it Pen-Neth." The chief advisor stated without
hesitation.

"I would." Elrohir thought out loud, not understanding how a lover could
be in peace with the other if he had bound his heart to another one.
Considering this idea the young prince shivered, imagining his beloved
in the arms of other but his, much less he could bear the idea of
knowing Glorfindel´s heart might belong to another owner but him. No.
Elrohir could never live knowing that... No matter what he will not be
able to bear it.

"I can assure you, you would not."

"I do not understand..." Elrohir mumbled.

"Due to your father's marriage you and Elladan were born. I could never
regret something that gave me such a marvellous present." Smiling at
Elrohir´s grin he proceeded. "Watching you and your brother become the
elves you are now and the ones you are going to be, with the passing of
the years, is my reward. The best I could have ever received."

"Ada? Is Elrohir there?" Came Elladan´s voice from behind the locked
door.

"Elladan needs to know." Elrohir whispered so his twin could not hear
him.

Elrond nodded before his son stood to hug Erestor.

"Thank you Erestor."

"Why are you thanking me for, Pen-Neth?" The elfor aor asked puzzled.

"For being you." Elrohir stated with one of his brighter smiles draw on
his lips and after another knock on the door he went to met his twin
waiting for him in the hallway.

Looking to his side, the chief advisor of Imladris found his loved one
staring adoringly and dreamily at him, and he could not help but to
smile at Elrond´s abstraction. Dropping his hand Erestor let it find his
lover's, their fingers tangled automatically.

"It will never stop surprising me..." Elrond whispered in his adoration.

"What? Elrohir?"

"Mnnn. No, my feelings." Smiling at his loved one's puzzled expression
he continued. "Sometimes when I see you in your sleep or in my arms I
think, that is the most I can love you. Yet I always find myself loving
you even more..." Chuckling at his thinking Elrond blushed as he looked
into Erestor´s green eyes. "You always make me fall in love with you all
over again." Smiling at his beloved's blush, Elrond moved to kneel
infront of the sitting elf, who bent to kiss him softly whilst cupping
tenderly his face. Making the half- elf Lord feel as if he was in a
fluffy cloud.

*****
TBC in part 16/?...