Mortal Sin
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Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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4
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Chapter Two
Title: Mortal Sin
Author: Elvensong
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel are courting lovers. When they run into trouble during a diplomatic mission, will tragedy take away their chance at eternity together?
A/N: Thank you for all the wonderful reviews. Since I am getting nailed with a snowstorm right now, I might as well have some good come of it and write. Please enjoy and I would be grateful for some feedback.
Chapter Two:
Being a fine warrior and champion guardian, Glorfindel was overseeing all the necessary packing. He made sure that they were set with everything that could possibly be needed during such a perilous journey to Mirkwood. A hatchet for splitting firewood, salts for cooking, twine and ropes for anything unexpected and of course, a fully stocked medical kit were soon tucked away in packs.
In Elrond’s option, one very important thing was still lacking.
“Glorfindel, you are not almighty, no matter how much you may think so. You need to bring some warriors to accompany you!” The Lord fumed.
The blond was not going to listen. “We do not need them. Going in with force is not how one journeys into the dark forests of Mirkwood. It is better with a small party and silence than many and having every spider know where you are. I have to admit,” he said rubbing his neck, “Erestor is quite skilled at fighting and I am not half bad myself. We will be much better off sneaking about under their very noses.”
“I could order that you take a party with you.”
“But you won’t.” Glorfindel said confidently. His Lord’s only response was a sigh and a departure.
Meanwhile, Erestor was preparing for the meeting itself with Thranduil’s court and the inevitable yelling and arguing that would result from his visit. The King would more than likely be upset that all he got for his troubles was a visit from an advisor, but neither Imladris nor Lothlorien could afford to spare numbers from their own forces to give aid to the wood-elves. Darkness was lurking in Middle Earth.
The advisor packed his best robes, hoping that a powerful appearance may give some advantage.
That afternoon the horses were ready with their supplies and Elrond came into the courtyard to see them off. The two travelers were both dressed in tunics with light jackets, durable and comfortable for riding.
“Journey well, my friends, and best of luck to you, Erestor. May your skills bring a calm between our lands that has been a long time lacking.” The Lord placed his hand on his heart and gave them the traditional farewell salute.
Glorfindel mounted Asfaloth, “We shall return soon!” He smiled and rode through the archway and out of the Last Homely House.
After a few moments of silence on the road, Glorfindel figured it was time to break the ice. “So, Erestor, how are you planning to get old Thranduil to listen to you? He can be quite difficult if the rumors are true.”
“I’ll get near him the old fashioned way.” Erestor replied quietly.
The warrior nodded, not having any idea what “the old fashioned way” meant. “So you’re going to?”
The advisor turned, “I’ll marry into his family. I hear his son, Prince Legolas, is quite beautiful and sought after by many.”
“WHAT!” The Balrog Slayer nearly fell off his horse. An accomplishment few enemies could achieve, but the sly advisor could do with only a few words.
“How are we going to avoid boredom if we cannot have fun on our trip?” Erestor asked matter-of-factly. “I was joking.” A sly smile crept onto his face
Glorfindel could only smile back in response, unsure, but he would be keeping a close eye on the Mirkwood Prince when they were in Mirkwood.
The companions rested on the boarders of Imladris. The night was kind to them, bringing no harsh winds or uncomfortable cold. The stars shone brightly down on the two elves and they spent their night in companionable silence snacking on fruits and gazing up at the heavens…until their gaze landed on each other.
Glorfindel moved closer to his love and kissed him soundly and before long Erestor found himself pinned under the warrior’s weight. Having Erestor exactly where he wanted gave Glorfindel even more force in his passion and the advisor worried that his clothes would be ripped. It became a mute issue, though; as soon they were in a pile away from the two lovers and the blond found a use for the oil he had discretely packed for their nights alone on the trail.
When morning arrived they ate some rations and were soon continuing their trek. It was still early when they left the outer borders of their homeland and went out into the wilds away from Elrond’s keep.
The day was starting off quiet and the woods were comforting until Glorfindel began to hear what almost sounded like scratching noises from the ground nearby.
“What is that?” Erestor questioned. As the horses emerged from the small patch of woods they had been walking through the source of the noise revealed itself. “Why, it’s a mouse!” Glorfindel exclaimed, surprised by this creature. It followed the elves’ horses with strong determination. It was brown on top with splashes of white on its belly. Bright black eyes gazed up as if waiting for something.
“What are you doing, little one?” The blond asked taking some lembas from his pouch and tossing down a couple crumbs.
The advisor sighed, “He is waiting to be spoiled by you, that’s what.”
After bidding farewell to their small follower, the pair continued in their journey.
The afternoon turned hot and the wide open plain they were passing through gave little opportunity for shelter under the bright sun. Finally, some woods appeared on the horizon and they turned that way to travel under the cool boughs of the trees. After having only entered those woods a moment ago, they quickly felt something was terribly wrong.
“The trees speak ill to us.” Erestor whispered, slowing his horse down to get a better feel for their environment.
The warrior nodded and subconsciously reached for the hilt of his sword. Years and, in fact, two lifetimes of experience were coming into play and it did not take long for Glorfindel to know what they had ventured into.
“We’ve walked into an ambush.” He said with all the force he could and still keep quiet. When they heard the snapping of braches and twigs from all sides giving away sudden movement by an unseen group, he knew there was no more need for secrecy and his next words were yelled in warning.
“It’s a trap!”
TBC
Author: Elvensong
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel are courting lovers. When they run into trouble during a diplomatic mission, will tragedy take away their chance at eternity together?
A/N: Thank you for all the wonderful reviews. Since I am getting nailed with a snowstorm right now, I might as well have some good come of it and write. Please enjoy and I would be grateful for some feedback.
Chapter Two:
Being a fine warrior and champion guardian, Glorfindel was overseeing all the necessary packing. He made sure that they were set with everything that could possibly be needed during such a perilous journey to Mirkwood. A hatchet for splitting firewood, salts for cooking, twine and ropes for anything unexpected and of course, a fully stocked medical kit were soon tucked away in packs.
In Elrond’s option, one very important thing was still lacking.
“Glorfindel, you are not almighty, no matter how much you may think so. You need to bring some warriors to accompany you!” The Lord fumed.
The blond was not going to listen. “We do not need them. Going in with force is not how one journeys into the dark forests of Mirkwood. It is better with a small party and silence than many and having every spider know where you are. I have to admit,” he said rubbing his neck, “Erestor is quite skilled at fighting and I am not half bad myself. We will be much better off sneaking about under their very noses.”
“I could order that you take a party with you.”
“But you won’t.” Glorfindel said confidently. His Lord’s only response was a sigh and a departure.
Meanwhile, Erestor was preparing for the meeting itself with Thranduil’s court and the inevitable yelling and arguing that would result from his visit. The King would more than likely be upset that all he got for his troubles was a visit from an advisor, but neither Imladris nor Lothlorien could afford to spare numbers from their own forces to give aid to the wood-elves. Darkness was lurking in Middle Earth.
The advisor packed his best robes, hoping that a powerful appearance may give some advantage.
That afternoon the horses were ready with their supplies and Elrond came into the courtyard to see them off. The two travelers were both dressed in tunics with light jackets, durable and comfortable for riding.
“Journey well, my friends, and best of luck to you, Erestor. May your skills bring a calm between our lands that has been a long time lacking.” The Lord placed his hand on his heart and gave them the traditional farewell salute.
Glorfindel mounted Asfaloth, “We shall return soon!” He smiled and rode through the archway and out of the Last Homely House.
After a few moments of silence on the road, Glorfindel figured it was time to break the ice. “So, Erestor, how are you planning to get old Thranduil to listen to you? He can be quite difficult if the rumors are true.”
“I’ll get near him the old fashioned way.” Erestor replied quietly.
The warrior nodded, not having any idea what “the old fashioned way” meant. “So you’re going to?”
The advisor turned, “I’ll marry into his family. I hear his son, Prince Legolas, is quite beautiful and sought after by many.”
“WHAT!” The Balrog Slayer nearly fell off his horse. An accomplishment few enemies could achieve, but the sly advisor could do with only a few words.
“How are we going to avoid boredom if we cannot have fun on our trip?” Erestor asked matter-of-factly. “I was joking.” A sly smile crept onto his face
Glorfindel could only smile back in response, unsure, but he would be keeping a close eye on the Mirkwood Prince when they were in Mirkwood.
The companions rested on the boarders of Imladris. The night was kind to them, bringing no harsh winds or uncomfortable cold. The stars shone brightly down on the two elves and they spent their night in companionable silence snacking on fruits and gazing up at the heavens…until their gaze landed on each other.
Glorfindel moved closer to his love and kissed him soundly and before long Erestor found himself pinned under the warrior’s weight. Having Erestor exactly where he wanted gave Glorfindel even more force in his passion and the advisor worried that his clothes would be ripped. It became a mute issue, though; as soon they were in a pile away from the two lovers and the blond found a use for the oil he had discretely packed for their nights alone on the trail.
When morning arrived they ate some rations and were soon continuing their trek. It was still early when they left the outer borders of their homeland and went out into the wilds away from Elrond’s keep.
The day was starting off quiet and the woods were comforting until Glorfindel began to hear what almost sounded like scratching noises from the ground nearby.
“What is that?” Erestor questioned. As the horses emerged from the small patch of woods they had been walking through the source of the noise revealed itself. “Why, it’s a mouse!” Glorfindel exclaimed, surprised by this creature. It followed the elves’ horses with strong determination. It was brown on top with splashes of white on its belly. Bright black eyes gazed up as if waiting for something.
“What are you doing, little one?” The blond asked taking some lembas from his pouch and tossing down a couple crumbs.
The advisor sighed, “He is waiting to be spoiled by you, that’s what.”
After bidding farewell to their small follower, the pair continued in their journey.
The afternoon turned hot and the wide open plain they were passing through gave little opportunity for shelter under the bright sun. Finally, some woods appeared on the horizon and they turned that way to travel under the cool boughs of the trees. After having only entered those woods a moment ago, they quickly felt something was terribly wrong.
“The trees speak ill to us.” Erestor whispered, slowing his horse down to get a better feel for their environment.
The warrior nodded and subconsciously reached for the hilt of his sword. Years and, in fact, two lifetimes of experience were coming into play and it did not take long for Glorfindel to know what they had ventured into.
“We’ve walked into an ambush.” He said with all the force he could and still keep quiet. When they heard the snapping of braches and twigs from all sides giving away sudden movement by an unseen group, he knew there was no more need for secrecy and his next words were yelled in warning.
“It’s a trap!”
TBC