The Wrong Path
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
23
Views:
4,218
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Ch. 15
Title: The Wrong Path
Author: erviniae
Chapter 15/?
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.
A/N: Some movie verse in this chapter. This is a transition chapter and melancholy as well. Sorry that it is so short.
Feedback: If you would be so kind.
I AM SORRY IT HAS TAKEN ME SO LONG TO UPDATE!
They had come to an understanding. Melpomaen and Erestor spoke with Lothwen of all that their son now knew of his parents’ lack of perfection. Lothwen was relieved yet embarrassed at their plight. She begged forgiveness of her son, grabbing his tunic front and pulling him to her. He had pulled his mother to her feet and wiped away her tears. Lifting her chin so that she should look into his eyes, he told her that nothing could ever change the love he has for her or for Erestor; that he was honored to be their child. To him, nothing would change. His parents were never demonstrative of anything but respect to one another, and he knew that this would always be there for him to see.
Lothwen and Glorfindel continued to love. They were discreet as was Erestor’s only wish, that and the wish to never see them entangled again. The jealousy yet there, though not acted upon any longer. Lothwen went around their apartments with a lighter step now, often humming a pleasant melody. She would always put her family first in all things public; still performing her role as Erestor’s wife when protocol called for her presence.
Melpomaen had since moved into apartments of his own, and was courting a sweet Elf-maiden, Fauniel, a daughter to one of Imladris’ lesser advisors, and with whom the seneschal had grown up. They had ever been fast friends and constant companions so it was only natural that their love began to mature as they did.
Erestor continued to fulfill his duties for Imladris, his relationship with the returned Glorfindel still strained. He knew he still harbored resentment for Glorfindel. What was most surprising to him was that he did so not so much due to his liaison with Lothwen, but the very fact that he was deemed worthy to return to Arda while Ecthelion was not. That and because every time he saw Glorfindel, he was reminded of his lost love, he was not able to repress his thoughts when Ecthelion’s best friend was ever a reminder of what he once was and of whom he had lost his heart too.
Lately, other thoughts began to creep into his mind as well. Knowing that all Elves that perished would one day be returned to Aman, he could not help wondering if
perhaps time had lessened Ecthelion’s feelings for him. Did he find new love while he awaited Erestor’s sailing? Such thoughts sent him into a near panic: manifesting itself in sleepless nights and stomach ailments. The affects of which began to show on his face-as if he began to age just a little quicker each day. Lothwen worried for him. She often heard him pacing the floor at night or watched as he sat on their balcony, staring into the night for hours upon end.
All would soon erupt further into chaos. The nine were sent on their mission in hopes of destroying the one ring, and Arwen was near inconsolable. Her worry over Estel consumed her. Erestor seemed the only one able to console her during this time-for he knew of her heartache keenly.
Elrond, afraid of losing Arwen, insisted that she make passage on one of the last ships to sail away from Middle Earth towards Aman, were kith and kin shall reside for all of eternity. The time of the Elves was waning while the time of Man was drawing near.
Melpomaen was given the task of escorting Arwen on her journey towards the Grey Havens. Fauniel stood by his side, newly wed, for just the night before in a fast ceremony surrounded by friends and family, they pledged their love for each other and bound.
Those staying behind, watched from stairs and windows as the party left for their trip towards the sea. Erestor hugged his son tightly, placing a sealed letter into his hands. “Please give this to Ecthelion, of the House of the Fountain, when chance you meet.” Melpomaen gave his word and stashed the note in his pack.
“Take care of him.” Erestor spoke as he placed a kiss upon Fauniel’s cheeks.
“I swear it,” she smiled at her husband’s father.
Lothwen slid beside Erestor and grabbed his hand tightly for support. Together they watched their only son depart until they could see naught of the party anymore. The next few days were hard on all that were left behind. Imladris became so much quieter, only enough Elves remained to keep her running as efficiently as possible. So it was with much surprise and sadness when Arwen returned, without escort, to confront her father.
Later she would tell Erestor that she demanded that Melpomaen continue on; for it was her burden alone that she carried with her, her cause and no one else’s.
Though relieved that his son and new daughter would be safe, his heart grieved along with Elrond’s for the enormity that was Arwen’s choice of humanity, which was ultimately death. Elrond could take little more; Erestor knew it for true, for his lord’s eyes could no longer hide his pain.
TBC
Fauniel- S. Cloud, daughter
Author: erviniae
Chapter 15/?
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.
A/N: Some movie verse in this chapter. This is a transition chapter and melancholy as well. Sorry that it is so short.
Feedback: If you would be so kind.
I AM SORRY IT HAS TAKEN ME SO LONG TO UPDATE!
They had come to an understanding. Melpomaen and Erestor spoke with Lothwen of all that their son now knew of his parents’ lack of perfection. Lothwen was relieved yet embarrassed at their plight. She begged forgiveness of her son, grabbing his tunic front and pulling him to her. He had pulled his mother to her feet and wiped away her tears. Lifting her chin so that she should look into his eyes, he told her that nothing could ever change the love he has for her or for Erestor; that he was honored to be their child. To him, nothing would change. His parents were never demonstrative of anything but respect to one another, and he knew that this would always be there for him to see.
Lothwen and Glorfindel continued to love. They were discreet as was Erestor’s only wish, that and the wish to never see them entangled again. The jealousy yet there, though not acted upon any longer. Lothwen went around their apartments with a lighter step now, often humming a pleasant melody. She would always put her family first in all things public; still performing her role as Erestor’s wife when protocol called for her presence.
Melpomaen had since moved into apartments of his own, and was courting a sweet Elf-maiden, Fauniel, a daughter to one of Imladris’ lesser advisors, and with whom the seneschal had grown up. They had ever been fast friends and constant companions so it was only natural that their love began to mature as they did.
Erestor continued to fulfill his duties for Imladris, his relationship with the returned Glorfindel still strained. He knew he still harbored resentment for Glorfindel. What was most surprising to him was that he did so not so much due to his liaison with Lothwen, but the very fact that he was deemed worthy to return to Arda while Ecthelion was not. That and because every time he saw Glorfindel, he was reminded of his lost love, he was not able to repress his thoughts when Ecthelion’s best friend was ever a reminder of what he once was and of whom he had lost his heart too.
Lately, other thoughts began to creep into his mind as well. Knowing that all Elves that perished would one day be returned to Aman, he could not help wondering if
perhaps time had lessened Ecthelion’s feelings for him. Did he find new love while he awaited Erestor’s sailing? Such thoughts sent him into a near panic: manifesting itself in sleepless nights and stomach ailments. The affects of which began to show on his face-as if he began to age just a little quicker each day. Lothwen worried for him. She often heard him pacing the floor at night or watched as he sat on their balcony, staring into the night for hours upon end.
All would soon erupt further into chaos. The nine were sent on their mission in hopes of destroying the one ring, and Arwen was near inconsolable. Her worry over Estel consumed her. Erestor seemed the only one able to console her during this time-for he knew of her heartache keenly.
Elrond, afraid of losing Arwen, insisted that she make passage on one of the last ships to sail away from Middle Earth towards Aman, were kith and kin shall reside for all of eternity. The time of the Elves was waning while the time of Man was drawing near.
Melpomaen was given the task of escorting Arwen on her journey towards the Grey Havens. Fauniel stood by his side, newly wed, for just the night before in a fast ceremony surrounded by friends and family, they pledged their love for each other and bound.
Those staying behind, watched from stairs and windows as the party left for their trip towards the sea. Erestor hugged his son tightly, placing a sealed letter into his hands. “Please give this to Ecthelion, of the House of the Fountain, when chance you meet.” Melpomaen gave his word and stashed the note in his pack.
“Take care of him.” Erestor spoke as he placed a kiss upon Fauniel’s cheeks.
“I swear it,” she smiled at her husband’s father.
Lothwen slid beside Erestor and grabbed his hand tightly for support. Together they watched their only son depart until they could see naught of the party anymore. The next few days were hard on all that were left behind. Imladris became so much quieter, only enough Elves remained to keep her running as efficiently as possible. So it was with much surprise and sadness when Arwen returned, without escort, to confront her father.
Later she would tell Erestor that she demanded that Melpomaen continue on; for it was her burden alone that she carried with her, her cause and no one else’s.
Though relieved that his son and new daughter would be safe, his heart grieved along with Elrond’s for the enormity that was Arwen’s choice of humanity, which was ultimately death. Elrond could take little more; Erestor knew it for true, for his lord’s eyes could no longer hide his pain.
TBC
Fauniel- S. Cloud, daughter