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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
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1,639
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4
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I am your beacon in the dark
Author: Az
Email: az.ombie[at]gmail.com
Homepage: http://www.nad-no-ennas.net
16 - AN: sadly I think im gonna wrap this up soon. The muse has left the building, so to speak. Buuuuuuuut don’t worry, for those of you still reading, I might have changed the plot alot from the ooriginal idea, but I am going to end it with alot of smut atleast.
Betaed by; Erestor Junkie, the remaining mistakes are mine
Rating: R
Disclaimer: none of these characters are mine, sad but true.
Summary: the party arrives home, someone gets a sweet kiss & Amrod is put in a difficult dilemma.
Warnings: kissing?
Pairings: (over all) Amrod/Elured Maedhros/Fingon Maeglin/Maglor & Maeglin/Eöl implied
Wb 16 – I am your beacon in the dark
_____________
Finally they had reached home, the journey had seemed like torture for the ones making the distance. And they all wished they had never left home to begin with.
They greeted their respective families and the sons of Fëanor went to eat the prepared meal waiting for them. After the dinner was consumed in an awkward silence, Amrod fled the company and ran to the dungeon.
The prisoner lit up as he saw his keeper come down the sombre corridor with a torch. As the guard opened the heavy iron door, the prisoner smiled and stood up “Varlin, I was beginning to fear you would not come today”
“Fret not” Amrod said smiling back, “I will always return,” he said as he placed the torch in its holder in the cell “Idun, I have been thinking, I made arrangements for you to have a bath today? Or do you think that... that... I mean, if you want to I can remove your shackles and you can wash yourself if you do not want me in the room”
“A bath?” the prisoner repeated “that would be lovely”
Amrod banged on the cell door and the guard opened it, “I am taking the prisoner to the barracks to get cleaned up again.” he said with a firm voice
The guard nodded and stepped back, letting Amrod and the prisoner out, handing Amrod the chains that he should guide the prisoner to the barracks in. They worked as a team and this time they reached the barracks with much less embarrassment for the prisoner and in half the time.
_____________
Stripping the prisoner, Amrod watched the wounds and scars, there were more than the last time, and one of the deeper gashes looked infected. He gently pressed a finger against the alarming red area on the prisoners back “does this hurt?” he asked softly
The prisoner winched and nodded
“You must see a healer, I fear this is infected” Amrod said with a worried expression, “are you listening to me Idun?”
The prisoner nodded and smiled, “Why do you worry so?” he whispered.
Amrod blushed slightly, “Because I care,” he admitted softly, and tried to will his eyes from the young elf’s naked form, “Now,..” he cleared his throat “let me take these shackles off you.”
Amrod kneeled and removed the rest of the confining chains; then he stood up and took a step back “There, I shall wait over here, and you just take your time and have a hot bath.”
“Varlin?” the prisoner said, grabbing Amrod’s arm “Why do you care?” he asked with a hint of desperation in his voice “Please tell me, for I need to know, badly”
Amrod found himself looking directly into the prisoners beautiful eyes “I.. I..” he stuttered. And then he gently took a hold on the prisoner’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. It was a sweet kiss, a kiss of virgins, a kiss of innocence stolen. And when they broke from it Amrod smiled and blushed, seeing the baffled face upon the other “I think I might be in love with you,” he admitted
“Love?” the prisoner whispered, “You speak of love?”
“I do.” Amrod said and dropped his gaze to the floor, it had been wrong to kiss Idun, it had been wrong indeed; he had taken advantage of the prisoners trust. And now that it was destroyed, nothing could rebuild it. He would have to abandon his new friend here in the dungeons of his father’s stronghold. “Is that so hard to understand?”
“Yes, no..” the prisoner said, and with a trembling hand, he lifted Amrod’s face with two fingers, and leaned in for another little , “You are so kind to me,” he whispered against Amrod’s soft lips “and I do believe the impossible happened, I do believe I lost my heart here in this place of despair, lost my heart to you.”
“Now that we opened our heart to each other,” Amrod whispered, running a finger gently down over his beloveds face “I find it only fair we share our real names, my heart belongs to you, no matter your birth name.”
An awkward silence clouded the room and the prisoner looked down to the floor, holding both his hands in front of his groin, ashamed to let the other elf see the effect he had on him.
“My name is Amrod” Amrod said with a little nervous tick of his hand, “I am the youngest of the sons of Fëanor, I am a prince in this stronghold,” he took a deep breath “I didn’t want you to know who I was because I knew of the grudge you hold to my family, but I speak the truth when I speak of love.. Meldir”
For long moments the prisoner said nothing, and Amrod could see he was thinking hard. He just wanted to put his arms around this skinny frame and bury his beloved in an embrace, but he had to face the possibility of a rejection now that the prisoner knew who he was, and he would take that rejection without any hard feelings.
“I am Elured” the prisoner finally whispered and then he looked up at Amrod, his eyes was impossible big and filled with fear and uncertainty “I am the eldest son of Dior, I am he your brothers seek, and if you betray my trust, then I know for true my heart has led me astray and I shall die with a curse on my lips”
“Oh” Amrod said, “I would never betray you... Elured” he whispered
______________________
That evening they had all gathered in the great hall, Nerdanel and Amrod waiting to hear about the wedding. Maedhros told the family that the wedding had been wonderful, and that Maeglin had finally found his way to Gondolin, and therefore had travelled there and not home with them.
Nerdanel noted Maglor’s discomfort by these words and made a mental note to speak with her son later in private, she had noted that Maglor seemed to have budding feelings, but also knew his heart and therefore suspected that he had been the force behind Maeglin’s step to leave.
After the wedding tale, their talk became more serious, and Caranthir cleared his throat “Maedhros, I have been waiting for your guidance in the matter of our prisoner from Doriath, without someone who is Fluent in the Sindarian language its hard to get an confession out of him”
Amrod stood up, and instantly regretted it as all eyes rested on him. “Maedhros, please listen,” he started with a slightly trembling voice, noting Caranthir’s angry frown on the other side of the table. “Please let the prisoner see a healer, I have seen the wounds on his torso, and more than one is infected, if he is not treated, they could get very serious”
Maedhros looked back and forth between his brothers, looking at Caranthir’s determined expression, and Amrod’s pleading eyes “A healer shall be taken to the prisoner, and you Caranthir shall not have more sessions with him until he is healed and well.” Amrod looked relived and Caranthir outraged, when Maedhros continued “you Amrod know the language of sindarin, so you are to join Caranthir as a translator when the prisoner is well”
Amrod sat down like a sack of potatoes, he opened his mouth to object but Maedhros hushed him with a move of his hand “It’s final”
-tbc-
Email: az.ombie[at]gmail.com
Homepage: http://www.nad-no-ennas.net
16 - AN: sadly I think im gonna wrap this up soon. The muse has left the building, so to speak. Buuuuuuuut don’t worry, for those of you still reading, I might have changed the plot alot from the ooriginal idea, but I am going to end it with alot of smut atleast.
Betaed by; Erestor Junkie, the remaining mistakes are mine
Rating: R
Disclaimer: none of these characters are mine, sad but true.
Summary: the party arrives home, someone gets a sweet kiss & Amrod is put in a difficult dilemma.
Warnings: kissing?
Pairings: (over all) Amrod/Elured Maedhros/Fingon Maeglin/Maglor & Maeglin/Eöl implied
Wb 16 – I am your beacon in the dark
_____________
Finally they had reached home, the journey had seemed like torture for the ones making the distance. And they all wished they had never left home to begin with.
They greeted their respective families and the sons of Fëanor went to eat the prepared meal waiting for them. After the dinner was consumed in an awkward silence, Amrod fled the company and ran to the dungeon.
The prisoner lit up as he saw his keeper come down the sombre corridor with a torch. As the guard opened the heavy iron door, the prisoner smiled and stood up “Varlin, I was beginning to fear you would not come today”
“Fret not” Amrod said smiling back, “I will always return,” he said as he placed the torch in its holder in the cell “Idun, I have been thinking, I made arrangements for you to have a bath today? Or do you think that... that... I mean, if you want to I can remove your shackles and you can wash yourself if you do not want me in the room”
“A bath?” the prisoner repeated “that would be lovely”
Amrod banged on the cell door and the guard opened it, “I am taking the prisoner to the barracks to get cleaned up again.” he said with a firm voice
The guard nodded and stepped back, letting Amrod and the prisoner out, handing Amrod the chains that he should guide the prisoner to the barracks in. They worked as a team and this time they reached the barracks with much less embarrassment for the prisoner and in half the time.
_____________
Stripping the prisoner, Amrod watched the wounds and scars, there were more than the last time, and one of the deeper gashes looked infected. He gently pressed a finger against the alarming red area on the prisoners back “does this hurt?” he asked softly
The prisoner winched and nodded
“You must see a healer, I fear this is infected” Amrod said with a worried expression, “are you listening to me Idun?”
The prisoner nodded and smiled, “Why do you worry so?” he whispered.
Amrod blushed slightly, “Because I care,” he admitted softly, and tried to will his eyes from the young elf’s naked form, “Now,..” he cleared his throat “let me take these shackles off you.”
Amrod kneeled and removed the rest of the confining chains; then he stood up and took a step back “There, I shall wait over here, and you just take your time and have a hot bath.”
“Varlin?” the prisoner said, grabbing Amrod’s arm “Why do you care?” he asked with a hint of desperation in his voice “Please tell me, for I need to know, badly”
Amrod found himself looking directly into the prisoners beautiful eyes “I.. I..” he stuttered. And then he gently took a hold on the prisoner’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. It was a sweet kiss, a kiss of virgins, a kiss of innocence stolen. And when they broke from it Amrod smiled and blushed, seeing the baffled face upon the other “I think I might be in love with you,” he admitted
“Love?” the prisoner whispered, “You speak of love?”
“I do.” Amrod said and dropped his gaze to the floor, it had been wrong to kiss Idun, it had been wrong indeed; he had taken advantage of the prisoners trust. And now that it was destroyed, nothing could rebuild it. He would have to abandon his new friend here in the dungeons of his father’s stronghold. “Is that so hard to understand?”
“Yes, no..” the prisoner said, and with a trembling hand, he lifted Amrod’s face with two fingers, and leaned in for another little , “You are so kind to me,” he whispered against Amrod’s soft lips “and I do believe the impossible happened, I do believe I lost my heart here in this place of despair, lost my heart to you.”
“Now that we opened our heart to each other,” Amrod whispered, running a finger gently down over his beloveds face “I find it only fair we share our real names, my heart belongs to you, no matter your birth name.”
An awkward silence clouded the room and the prisoner looked down to the floor, holding both his hands in front of his groin, ashamed to let the other elf see the effect he had on him.
“My name is Amrod” Amrod said with a little nervous tick of his hand, “I am the youngest of the sons of Fëanor, I am a prince in this stronghold,” he took a deep breath “I didn’t want you to know who I was because I knew of the grudge you hold to my family, but I speak the truth when I speak of love.. Meldir”
For long moments the prisoner said nothing, and Amrod could see he was thinking hard. He just wanted to put his arms around this skinny frame and bury his beloved in an embrace, but he had to face the possibility of a rejection now that the prisoner knew who he was, and he would take that rejection without any hard feelings.
“I am Elured” the prisoner finally whispered and then he looked up at Amrod, his eyes was impossible big and filled with fear and uncertainty “I am the eldest son of Dior, I am he your brothers seek, and if you betray my trust, then I know for true my heart has led me astray and I shall die with a curse on my lips”
“Oh” Amrod said, “I would never betray you... Elured” he whispered
______________________
That evening they had all gathered in the great hall, Nerdanel and Amrod waiting to hear about the wedding. Maedhros told the family that the wedding had been wonderful, and that Maeglin had finally found his way to Gondolin, and therefore had travelled there and not home with them.
Nerdanel noted Maglor’s discomfort by these words and made a mental note to speak with her son later in private, she had noted that Maglor seemed to have budding feelings, but also knew his heart and therefore suspected that he had been the force behind Maeglin’s step to leave.
After the wedding tale, their talk became more serious, and Caranthir cleared his throat “Maedhros, I have been waiting for your guidance in the matter of our prisoner from Doriath, without someone who is Fluent in the Sindarian language its hard to get an confession out of him”
Amrod stood up, and instantly regretted it as all eyes rested on him. “Maedhros, please listen,” he started with a slightly trembling voice, noting Caranthir’s angry frown on the other side of the table. “Please let the prisoner see a healer, I have seen the wounds on his torso, and more than one is infected, if he is not treated, they could get very serious”
Maedhros looked back and forth between his brothers, looking at Caranthir’s determined expression, and Amrod’s pleading eyes “A healer shall be taken to the prisoner, and you Caranthir shall not have more sessions with him until he is healed and well.” Amrod looked relived and Caranthir outraged, when Maedhros continued “you Amrod know the language of sindarin, so you are to join Caranthir as a translator when the prisoner is well”
Amrod sat down like a sack of potatoes, he opened his mouth to object but Maedhros hushed him with a move of his hand “It’s final”
-tbc-