The Wrong Path
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
23
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4,424
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6
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Ch. 16 Finding a Place
Title: The Wrong Path
Author: erviniae
Chapter 16/?
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.
Finding a Place
Melpomaen held onto his new bride as they watched Valinor come into view. Leaning back into her husband’s embrace, Fauniel gasped as large cliffs loomed before them. A pass in the cleft of rocks would lead them into their new life. He could feel her tremble and held onto her tighter as they drew nearer and nearer. They saw that at the base of those cliffs held an area of flat land whereupon dwellings stood. The ships easily began their slow entrance into the harbor.
The harbor was lined in a dazzling display of ships. By far this was the largest number of ships to have called upon the White Shores at one time. As with the ways of the Elves, the docking and disembarking ran smoothly and efficiently. At the base of every dock sat an Elf at a table taking count of all who came to Valinor: names, lineage, birthplace, occupation, all was recorded; all the better to find a loved one and learn of whom had not yet sailed. The mid-sized seaport village on the outskirts of Calacirya would serve as home to all returning Elves until further accommodations could be found. Most would join long lost family members and dwell amongst kin once more.
Melpomaen and Fauniel were overcome with both excitement and trepidation. This was at once so foreign to them. All their loved ones were still in Imladris, in Middle Earth, a world away. They felt as strangers here in a faraway land and indeed they were.
They were given a room at a cozy inn until they could find a place for themselves within this mysterious land. They spent their days exploring the village and acquainting themselves with the many Elves who dwelled there. Countless stories were exchanged over mead by candlelight each night, forging new friendships and various connections.
One such night saw Melpomaen and his bride beginning to enter their room as a voice called out from the dark. A she-Elf upon horseback rode up to them and easily dismounted to stand in front of them. Lowering her hood, Melpomaen and Fauniel gasped as they then both bowed low. “Please rise, there is no need for that here,” Celebrían smiled, as Melpomaen suddenly found himself in a gentle embrace.
“My lady, you look well.” He smiled brightly.
“I feel well.” Celebrían stated.
Hugging Fauniel next, the couple asked her inside to sit and talk. After gladly accepting a glass of wine, she sat with her back straight and her hands kneading her skirt. “How is my lord husband?” Her eyes shone with untold emotion.
“He is well, though weary, my lady, and sure to join us before long.” Here Melpomaen stood and rummaged in his pack. “Ah, here it is. “ He stated to no one in particular. “I have a letter from Lord Elrond for your eyes alone.” He handed her the letter and she took it gingerly, holding it to her breast with a shuddering sigh. She then lifted it to her nose and inhaled deeply. A smile broke over her face as the faintest trace of his scent invaded her very being. Memories caught her until she looked up once more.
“How are my sons?”
“They are well, my lady,” he smiled.
“And my daughter?” She barely whispered.
Melpomaen and Fauniel exchanged worried glances that did not go unnoticed by Celebrían. “Tell me truly, son of Erestor, what news of my daughter?”
“My Lady Arwen was with us as we made way to the Grey Havens. Though nearly a quarter of the way there, she suddenly turned and made her way back from whence we came. She bade me promise to keep going, that it was her life to choose that which she would…. I…am…sorry.” He found he could no longer look into his lady’s eyes for fear of seeing her pain. Fauniel laid a hand upon her husband’s arm in support.
“Please, Melpomaen, it is not your fault. My daughter knows her heart. This is her song to sing: hers and Estel’s. My heart shall ever grieve her…loss…” here her words faltered and she was quiet for sometime.
“I know… “ Her voice startled them, “ I know she will be happy and that is all I could ever wish for.”
“It is late, my lady, would you stay the night with us?” Fauniel stood to offer her lodging.
“Yes, thank you.” Celebrían answered politely.
“Please, our bedroom is through here, let me change the sheets and then you can…”
“Nay, Fauniel, the couch will suit me fine.” Both began to protest but she held up her hand to quiet them.
“Tomorrow I would ask if you would come and share my home with me. I am in need of a seneschal for the house I have had built for my husband’s return.” She looked hopefully to each and watched as they smiled at each other and nodded.
“We would be honored to reside in Elrond’s house once more,” Melpomaen bowed.
“Splendid!” Celebrían smiled wide.
***
The House of Elrond was located in a wooded area a day’s ride from the city of Tirion upon Túna. A gentle river flowed nearby of which sweet sprays of several waterfalls fell into it. Rocky outcrops enclosed the back of the house in multitude. It was in ways similar to Imladris and yet so very different. There were already many Elves living in the house and within the surrounding area whereupon flocks of sheep were kept alongside fertile farmlands. Melpomaen had taken one look and knew that Lord Elrond would at once become quite fond of his new home, for he knew he was. He was happy to be of service once more to the House of Elrond: Melpomaen and Fauniel had found their place amongst the Elves of Valinor.
TBC
Author: erviniae
Chapter 16/?
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.
Finding a Place
Melpomaen held onto his new bride as they watched Valinor come into view. Leaning back into her husband’s embrace, Fauniel gasped as large cliffs loomed before them. A pass in the cleft of rocks would lead them into their new life. He could feel her tremble and held onto her tighter as they drew nearer and nearer. They saw that at the base of those cliffs held an area of flat land whereupon dwellings stood. The ships easily began their slow entrance into the harbor.
The harbor was lined in a dazzling display of ships. By far this was the largest number of ships to have called upon the White Shores at one time. As with the ways of the Elves, the docking and disembarking ran smoothly and efficiently. At the base of every dock sat an Elf at a table taking count of all who came to Valinor: names, lineage, birthplace, occupation, all was recorded; all the better to find a loved one and learn of whom had not yet sailed. The mid-sized seaport village on the outskirts of Calacirya would serve as home to all returning Elves until further accommodations could be found. Most would join long lost family members and dwell amongst kin once more.
Melpomaen and Fauniel were overcome with both excitement and trepidation. This was at once so foreign to them. All their loved ones were still in Imladris, in Middle Earth, a world away. They felt as strangers here in a faraway land and indeed they were.
They were given a room at a cozy inn until they could find a place for themselves within this mysterious land. They spent their days exploring the village and acquainting themselves with the many Elves who dwelled there. Countless stories were exchanged over mead by candlelight each night, forging new friendships and various connections.
One such night saw Melpomaen and his bride beginning to enter their room as a voice called out from the dark. A she-Elf upon horseback rode up to them and easily dismounted to stand in front of them. Lowering her hood, Melpomaen and Fauniel gasped as they then both bowed low. “Please rise, there is no need for that here,” Celebrían smiled, as Melpomaen suddenly found himself in a gentle embrace.
“My lady, you look well.” He smiled brightly.
“I feel well.” Celebrían stated.
Hugging Fauniel next, the couple asked her inside to sit and talk. After gladly accepting a glass of wine, she sat with her back straight and her hands kneading her skirt. “How is my lord husband?” Her eyes shone with untold emotion.
“He is well, though weary, my lady, and sure to join us before long.” Here Melpomaen stood and rummaged in his pack. “Ah, here it is. “ He stated to no one in particular. “I have a letter from Lord Elrond for your eyes alone.” He handed her the letter and she took it gingerly, holding it to her breast with a shuddering sigh. She then lifted it to her nose and inhaled deeply. A smile broke over her face as the faintest trace of his scent invaded her very being. Memories caught her until she looked up once more.
“How are my sons?”
“They are well, my lady,” he smiled.
“And my daughter?” She barely whispered.
Melpomaen and Fauniel exchanged worried glances that did not go unnoticed by Celebrían. “Tell me truly, son of Erestor, what news of my daughter?”
“My Lady Arwen was with us as we made way to the Grey Havens. Though nearly a quarter of the way there, she suddenly turned and made her way back from whence we came. She bade me promise to keep going, that it was her life to choose that which she would…. I…am…sorry.” He found he could no longer look into his lady’s eyes for fear of seeing her pain. Fauniel laid a hand upon her husband’s arm in support.
“Please, Melpomaen, it is not your fault. My daughter knows her heart. This is her song to sing: hers and Estel’s. My heart shall ever grieve her…loss…” here her words faltered and she was quiet for sometime.
“I know… “ Her voice startled them, “ I know she will be happy and that is all I could ever wish for.”
“It is late, my lady, would you stay the night with us?” Fauniel stood to offer her lodging.
“Yes, thank you.” Celebrían answered politely.
“Please, our bedroom is through here, let me change the sheets and then you can…”
“Nay, Fauniel, the couch will suit me fine.” Both began to protest but she held up her hand to quiet them.
“Tomorrow I would ask if you would come and share my home with me. I am in need of a seneschal for the house I have had built for my husband’s return.” She looked hopefully to each and watched as they smiled at each other and nodded.
“We would be honored to reside in Elrond’s house once more,” Melpomaen bowed.
“Splendid!” Celebrían smiled wide.
***
The House of Elrond was located in a wooded area a day’s ride from the city of Tirion upon Túna. A gentle river flowed nearby of which sweet sprays of several waterfalls fell into it. Rocky outcrops enclosed the back of the house in multitude. It was in ways similar to Imladris and yet so very different. There were already many Elves living in the house and within the surrounding area whereupon flocks of sheep were kept alongside fertile farmlands. Melpomaen had taken one look and knew that Lord Elrond would at once become quite fond of his new home, for he knew he was. He was happy to be of service once more to the House of Elrond: Melpomaen and Fauniel had found their place amongst the Elves of Valinor.
TBC