Falling into Temptation

Falling into Temptation


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Title: Falling into Temptation.

Chapter/ Part: II

 

Author: Celebrian.

E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com

Web Page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Celebrianlotrsfanfiction

Pairing: Elrohir/
Glorfindel & Elrond / Mnnn… I'm not gonna tell you…
Keep reading and you'll find out :o)

Rating: R / NC17

Summary: After the previous
night, Elrohir is having trouble concentrating on anything except his blond
tutor.

Disclaimer: I don't own
them :o( But they all live in my mind.

Warnings: A very ancient
being is tempted by a very young one. If the age issues bother you, stop here…
plus… explicit sex, (No Elrohir/ Glorfindel…Yet)

Author's notes: According to elvish majority standards. An
elf reaches adulthood at the age of 50 our 21 equivalent. So in this story
Elrohir and Elladan are between 40 and 41 elvish years. This would make them 17
in human standards.

Elvish Translations: Meleth
Nîn: My love. Naneth: Mother.

Feedback: Please, Please! I beg of you.

 

Thanks to my Betas Emerald
& Evian for doing such a wonderful work
:o)

 

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They had arrived to the main
house a couple of hours ago. Elrohir was now resting on his cosy bed,
daydreaming with Glorfindel´s lips, he closed his eyes and imagined them
brushing softly his own * I want you
here… kissing me again… * he sighed and opened his eyes at the noise of his
door been opened. Elladan hesitantly
stepped in.

 

"Are you sleeping
Elrohir?" The older brother whispered.

 

"No Elladan… What do you
want?" Elrohir´s voice sounded as usual, but he was aware of the hint of
reproach that lingered in it.

 

"I just wanted to know
how you were…"

 

"I am well. Glorfindel
found me just in time…" Suddenly the younger twin wanted his brother to
feel guilt, guilt for treating him the way he was treating him the last few
months.

 

"Just in time?"
Unsure of his welcoming in his brother's room, Elladan walked slowly to the
side of the bed Elrohir was curled in.

 

"I would have been dead
if it was not for him…" Elrohir muttered. "I do not want to speak of
my stupidity Elladan. What do you want?"
The elf pronounced from the space between the cover and his face looking
at his brother trying to rush an answer.

 

"I am sorry I made you
feel bad. I did not notice Glorfindel was in the room with us…" His voice
full of sorrow begged for his twin's absolution. "I would never do
something as cruel as that on purpose…I…"

 

"I know… but you need to
learn to be more cautious with your actions…It is not safe to be as impulsive
as you are."

 

"I know…"

 

"Father is right when he
says it could be deadly in battle. Not to mention you can cause severe pain to
the ones who are close to you…"

 

"I know…"

 

Elrohir smiled at his
brother's submissiveness. He looked as when they were very little and their
mother scolded him.

With Elrond he would question
every word, but with Celebrian he would look at his feet and nod, inconsolable
because he had disappointed his naneth. "Come here Elladan…" Elrohir
chuckled and pulled the covers open in invitation. "Why is it so hard for
me, to stay angry at you?" he mussed as Elladan slipped in next to him.

 

"Because I am
adorable?"

 

"Do not push your luck,
dear brother… You are still in no condition to joke…"

 

Elladan shifted under the
covers to face his twin brother. "Did Glorfindel say anything to you? He
was fuming when he left. And you know it is not easy to disturb him…"

 

"He was not angry. He
was worried…"

 

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

In the kitchen, the blond elf
stared at the white snowflakes falling from the sky, while wrapping between his
cold hands a cup filled with hot, steamy chocolate. He did not even notice when Elrond came to stand next to him,
until he placed a hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

 

"Elrond!…I am sorry, I
did not hear you…"

 

"It is not easy to catch
you daydreaming…" The Lord of the house remarked, amused as he sat in the
empty seat across the small table. "I have not thanked you yet, for
bringing Elrohir back and safe."

 

"You do not have to
thank, me. I will always take care of him… and Elladan and Arwen of course…
Your family is the closest thing I have to one."

 

"You are part of this family
Glorfindel. You will always be. No matter what…" Elrond placed the palm of
his hand over Glorfindel´s emphasizing his point.

 

"Thank you…" The
blond elf Lord smiled at the grey piercing eyes staring at him, trying to hide
his guilt. * You would not be saying this
if you knew that I love your youngest son the way I do…*

 

"Can I ask a favour from
you?" After Glorfindel´s nod, Elrond continued. "Can you try to find
out what is happening with Elrohir? He has been acting strange lately."

 

"Strange? In what
manner?" Playing puzzled, the blond eldar asked feign concern.

 

"I do not know. He
spends most of his time studying, other than outside like the ones his own age.
And now, he would not tell me what the reason of his argument with Elladan
was." Exhaling a gust of air, Elrond materialized his worries. "He
would probably talk to you. He has always told you everything. Even the secrets
he did not dare to share with his mother or myself." The dark haired elf looked back at his
blond friend. "Can you please try to talk to him? He would not run away
from you."

 

"I will talk to
him."

 

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

Later that same day the twins
were at the library in the middle of their lesson with Erestor. He was
explaining the formal ways to request materials from other lands. Some example
with Mirkwood…but Elrohir's mind was in what he considered the heart of
Imladris: he wanted to run to Glorfindel´s arms. To be close to him, to spread
light kisses all over his face to end in his lovely pale lips. To feel his arms
around his body tightening as…

 

"Which one of the
options discussed before do you consider the best in this situation?" The
dark haired tutor addressed to the younger brother.

 

*… Glorfindel´s lips on my neck kissing
me…Ah…What would I give for a taste of your lips right now…*

 

"Elrohir!" Erestor
raised his voice a little to snap his young charge out of his musings.

 

"Sorry? What… what was
the question?…" Elrohir asked startled and blushing, at a complete lost.

 

"Which of the options
discussed before do you consider the best in this situation?" The elf Lord
repeated his question waiting patiently for an answer he was sure he would
never get.

 

"Eh… Options?…Could you
repeat them. Please?"

 

"I can repeat them
…" Elladan tried in vain to help his brother. Erestor was not as patient
as Glorfindel was, and he did not like them to get distracted when he was
explaining.

 

"Did you hear the
situation to which you are supposed to apply the options? Then, obviously, you
did not listen." The obviously
annoyed elf admonished.

 

"I am sorry
Erestor."

 

"I know this is a boring
subject, but you will find it very useful in the future. Elladan, could you
make a summary of our class for your brother?"

 

Minutes later, when Elrohir
was arguing with Elladan that his point of view was the best option to solve
the hypothetical situation, he was distracted by Glorfindel´s lovely musical
voice. His brother was speaking, but he
needed to find the source of such a charming sound. Glorfindel crossed the stone entry with his father; they where
talking softly but he could hear them perfectly. Ah… That melodic voice was the perfect match for the perfect
beauty who carried it. Elrohir almost trembled at the memory of the blond´s
whisper against his sensitive ear. * The
image of perfection… * Elrohir forced himself to face his twin, who
fortunately was talking to Erestor allowing him to observe the blond elf a few
more seconds… but when his eyes reached the place they had been standing
before, he found them gone. Elrohir sighed frustrated, calling Erestor´s
attention.

 

"Are we boring you?
Elrohir?" Erestor said, causing
the prince's head to snap in his direction to face him.

 

"No!… I just… got
distracted with …a noise."

 

"A noise?…"

 

"I am sorry…I will pay
attention… I promise"

 

"Very well…"

 

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Dinner was finally over. It
had been torture. Elrohir did not dare to look at Glorfindel, for he knew that
if he did, he would linger indefinitely on those exquisite features. The fact
that he was sitting in front of him did not help at all. But instead, he
managed to focus on Elladan´s chat.

 

During winters dinners were
quiet events, usually their father, Glorfindel, Erestor, Elladan and himself;
no visitors or guest arrived until early springtime, unless it was an urgent
matter, of course. Like Galdor´s visit…
he brought some important news from Cirdan and he would be staying a few more
weeks at Imladris until the weather settled, allowing him to ride the now
closed paths.

 

How much the twins enjoyed
these moments, these dinners where they were able to speak their minds with out
the disapproving look on their mother's face. They were able to speak about
orcs, hunting skills, battle strategies… with no one to shush them, on the
contrary. Sometimes, the table members extended the talks to the meetings in
the halls of Fire. They loved their
mother, but they had to admit that when she stayed in Lórien, they were free…
Well as much free as a young elf could be… even their father seemed in a better
mood sometimes.

 

Elrohir entered the Hall of
Fire approaching the only source of light. He laid on the warm, flat paving
stone and watched the playful shadowy, flickering forms that danced at an
unsteady pace, from the wall to the ceiling. The shadows were being born only
to die within less than a second.

How he wished Glorfindel were
here with him. Holding him close to his body, tangled in those strong arms
Elrohir so much cherished…

 

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

 

Glorfindel stood at the great
hall's entrance, pondering on following his feelings or going back the way he
came…

 

He stood quietly under the
ornate door frame, mussing at his young charge's beauty…

He did seem older than his
age, and he definitely was very mature for his short life. But not mature
enough in the field of love since he has never showed interest in it, declining
every suggestion or invitation that was made to him… no matter if it was a girl
or a boy… Glorfindel had seen him pull them away with such a fine
elegance…

 

The blond elf stepped into
the dark room without giving the idea a second thought. "Would you allow me to take you away
from your reverie for a few moments?"

 

 

The familiar sound made
Elrohir´s eyes shut for a couple of seconds, reminding him once again his
beloved's soft whisper against his ear…a weak smile forming on the corner of
his lips…

 

"Unless you are
expecting company of course…" Glorfindel knew there was nobody who Elrohir
might be waiting. Elladan went to find his latest crush and his father had
called the evening off. Something deep
in his heart told him he might be intruding… Maybe it was the false certainty
that, in a not so distant future, the young beauty, who earlier declared his
utterly pure love to him, would be desiring for the arms of another but his…

Big green eyes, lit by a
joyous smile, found his own.

 

"Only you…" Elrohir
sat in his place not leaving Glorfindel´s eyes in the process. "But I was
not sure the Valar would grant me my wish…" The young prince could not
suppress a victorious grin, as the pale, blond elf's cheeks blushed as
consequence of his words.

 

The elder elf sat a few steps
away from Elrond´s younger son and looked up at the uncoordinated dance of
shadows performing on the wall.

 

Both elves remained
speechless for several minutes; their hearts pounding faster and faster as
different, appealing ideas crossed their minds…

 

They craved for the other's
touch. Even the most innocent one… but none dared to move…

 

The young elf imagined
himself sitting in his tutor's lap, facing him, encircling him with his legs,
slaughtering all possibilities of escape… his own lips trailing their way up alongside
the soft skin of his neck to find other lips, and eventually the overwhelming
sensation of his warm mouth…But instead, he rested his head in Glorfindel´s
thigh, placing a hand in his knee. He
felt the body tensing at the sudden contact, only to feel it loosen up again to
it's normal relaxed state.

His eyelids fluttered as a
gentle hand petted his hair soothingly tangling it's fingers between the dark
locks.

 

"What is it you wanted
to talk to me?…"

 

"Erestor mentioned to me
you were distracted this afternoon, during his lecture…"

 

"Ai… I was… I got
distracted at the memory of your lips…" Elrohir purred, unaware of the
tempting power of his voice, so enraptured he was by the soothing sensation of
the ministrations to his hair. Causing
Glorfindel´s eyelids to shut lightly
"I told him I was sorry…" the voice came as a soft whisper.

 

In another occasion the elf
Lord might have said something, chastising Elrohir´s lack of attention,
pointing the benefits of a well educated elf;
but this treacherous voice seemed to leave him without a coherent
thought.

 

"Also your father asked
me to talk to you…" The blond elf managed to say… only to find his speech
interrupted…

 

"If you mention that
another person sent you to talk to me, you will make me believe that they are
the only reason you came …"

 

Was not that the reason for
his interruption of Elhoir's resting? Elrond had asked him to speak with his
son. That was why he came looking for him…Was it not?

 

"Was that your ONLY
reason?…" purred the figure resting on his lap.

 

Glorfindel thought it would
be a good idea to run out off the room. If Elrohir kept using that tone of
voice, he would be insane in less than minutes… It was driving him crazy with
desire… The blond elf wondered if this was the same cadence Elrohir´s voice
would have after he made love… resting in the protection of his lovers arms …
If it was not, it would be very close to…The head resting on his lap shifted…
Elrohir was now looking at him waiting for an answer… Losing himself in the two
emeralds of Elrohir´s eyes, Glorfindel realized that he, indeed, had came at
Elrond´s request. But that was not the main reason of his interruption, it was
merely the excuse to be near his young love, alone and in the bliss of his
company.

 

"Glorfindel?…"

 

"I …"

 

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

 

Elrond entered his bedroom,
only a couple of candles lit the place with a soft caress of glow besides the
burning fire.

 

A smile found it's home in
Elrond´s lips as he acknowledged the figure standing close to the window.

 

"Have I kept you waiting
for long?…"

 

"Waiting for you always
has its rewards…" The slim figure approached the Lord of the house,
standing closely in front of him.

 

"Is that so?"
Elrond whispered sensually as the long fingers traced their way up through his
chest to pass his shoulders and enclose his neck, pushing him to his own
body.

 

"Yes…" The elf
spoke softly to the other's lips. "Always…" pressing their bodies
closer the elf kissed the Lord hungrily, eliciting a deep moan as a responding
tongue answered the kiss.

 

Elrond felt the grip on his
waist tighten as his lover lead him to the bed not breaking the kiss. He felt
his body crushed into the mattress. Sitting on it, he welcomed the other elf to
stand in front of him, between his parted legs, allowing them the proximity
their bodies ached for. His robe was quickly thrown open and off his body, the
shirt followed.

After a passionate, ardent
kiss, a cold hand faintly pressed his chest pulling him against the soft elven
fabric of delicate sheets.

Kisses were been traced down
across his chest following the center line, marked by his muscles. Now the
kisses stopped at his navel only to give pace at a wet hot tongue. After a full
circle, it continued it's way down to the waist … His trousers were pulled open
swiftly revealing the full length of his arousal.

His lover took him deeply
into his mouth and throat, pulling Elrond´s cock in and out of his mouth at a
steady speed. Elrond wriggled in spite of his lover's strong hold on his hips,
as the overwhelming sensation of release invaded his senses.

The warm source of pleasure
did not linger in Elrond´s stiffed member. Instead traveled to the sacks under
it, kissing them gently while running his finger alongside his thighs.

His pants were pulled
entirely off as the trace of kisses crossed his groin. His legs were flexed and
pulled up.

Again the strong hands held
him firmly from his waist, pulling him to the edge of the bed.

Elrond´s body arched from the
mattress with a loud moan as his lover's tongue teased the puckered opening of
his body.

In the middle of his own
noises, the half elf could hear as the other's elf trousers slipping down his
body.

Trembling with anticipation
he forced his head up to find his lover bending over his chest to suck a hard
nipple. His fingers tangled in the long, straight, silky hair, inducing that
skilful mouth to his own. A muffled growl came from the other elf's lips
intertwined with his.

Without leaving Elrond´s
eyes, the other elf drew back and, with a swift trust, entered the other's
body.

The Lord of Imladris felt his
lover's member impaling his body with each trust, cold hands slid under his
buttocks, his body was slightly lifted from the mattress and with this new
angle his lover found the spot he was aiming for, making Elrond cry out of
pleasure…his hands started to work his length rhythmically with his lover's
strokes.

Lusty eyes watched as his
hand slid up and down. Elrond´s performance drew the other elf's motions to
increase in speed and profundity pulling him to the edge.

Arching his back, the pearly
liquid of ecstasy spilled between his fingers.

The Lord of Imladris could
fell his lover closer.

Pulling his fingers up to his
mouth Elrond tasted his own release, making the other elf throw his head back
and end inside of him while crying out his name.

After retrieving his member
from Elrond´s body the other elf fell heavily on top of him.

 

Petting adoringly the
exhausted elf's back, Elrond whispered to him.
"Come… Let us get into bed…"

 

"Mnnn… I will have to
remove the rest of my clothes first…"
His partner complained while snuggling closer.

 

"Since when do you
complain about removing your clothes?" Elrond chuckled.

 

"Since you exhausted
me…"

 

"I? I exhausted
you?…"

 

"You always do… Meleth
Nîn…" The elf whispered smiling
against the soft skin of the half elf's neck.

 

Elrond cradled the elf in his
arms, closer to his heart. He had learnt not to complain at his lover's random
need of possessiveness and control. And the main fact was that he enjoyed it…
He enjoyed when this particular elf took all his power away from him. These
moments with him were the small amount of time he could feel free. "I will
have to remove them, then…" He said, rolling gently the body on top of him
to the mattress. After placing a tender kiss on the other lips, Elrond removed
the rest of his clothing and they slipped into bed.

 

His lover's back rested
against his chest and Elrond´s hand was cradled selfishly against a beating
heart.

 

Elrond held the now
submissive elf protectively, listening to his evened breathing.

 

"These moments are the
ones that make waiting for you worthy of my patience…" the other elf
mumbled…

 

Elrond smiled and kissed the
other's head, whispering softly to the silky hair. "I love you
Erestor…"

 

"I love you too Meleth
Nîn." Came the hushed whisper.

 

Erestor did not turn, but
Elrond knew a blissful smile was playing on his lips.

 

TBC…