Learn isn’t to Justify,Understand isn’t to Forgive
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,695
Reviews:
4
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. Such genius belongs to Tolkin and suing me would be a colossal waste of time.
Warning: Contains slash (male/male relationship), mpreg (male pregnancy), blood play, some MINOR spoilers, violence, and probably a lot of other stuff. No likey, no ready!
To Learn isn’t to Justify, to Understand isn’t to Forgive
Chapter 1
CRASH!!!
Nearly jumping out of his skin, Erestor jerked his head towards the balcony. So absorbed was he in his work, he had completely failed to notice it had started to rain.
It’s not just raining, it’s pouring!
A shudder ran through him as he felt a tightening in his gut. He so loathed the rain. It was just so positively UNNATURAL! And the cold made his teeth ache…
CRASH!!!
“DAMN IT!!” Erestor screamed. Just as soon as his heart had begun to calm, in came that windbag Glorfindel, bringing the usual destruction of Erestor’s peace and quiet, slamming the door nearly off its hinges.
“Ah! My dear little councilor, how are we doing this fine day?” of course, Glorfindel knew of Erestor’s dislike of storms, all of Imladris did. And thus, he had found hours of enjoyment teasing the Chief Advisor.
“Gggrrrrrrr.”
“Awe, is widdle Ewester afwaid of the big bad wain cwouds?” cooed Glorfindel, making a sucky-fish face while he spoke. “Don’t wowwy, I’m hewe to pwotect you fwom those evil wain dwops.”
I’m going to kill him, I know I will!
“Glorfindel, unlike you I actually have important work to do. Did you come to pester me for a reason? Or did you just come to irritate me before you have to have your nappy changed you infantile lummox!!”
By the time Erestor finished, he was just shy of shouting.
“So nice to know I’m loved!” Glorfindel smiled as he continued as if Erestor had paid him the most high of compliments, “But I have not come on official duty. I was sitting and watching the rain, when I thought…”
“Shocking,” said Erestor in a deadpan voice.
Glorfindel went on without pause, “…why not come and visit Imladris’ favorite Chief Advisor and bring some cheer into his dreary life!”
With that Glorfindel leaned over and gave the now frothing councilor a peck on the cheek.
Glorfindel had a ten second head start, before a barrage of inkwells, scrolls, and other such items were sent flying at his head.
When Glorfindel entered Elrond’s office covered in bruises, cuts, and ink, Elrond could only sigh.
“Why must you torment Erestor, my friend? Especially on a day like today? You know how tense he becomes when it rains.”
It was an old argument, one that showed no signs of stopping anytime soon as Glorfindel gave his usual answer.
“Because I have to! Erestor is such an ice queen. He never smiles. He never laughs or talks. He is truly breathtaking to look at, but it is as if he has no heart at all! I have to do my best to get some reaction, even if it’s just to prove he is alive!! He could die at that desk and no one would notice till the flies had at him!!! And what kind of elf…or ANYTHING for that matter…is afraid of RAIN?!?”
Glorfindel flailed his arms as he ranted. Elrond, mean while, had long tuned out his friend’s ravings. Instead, he thought over if they should plant more roses or more lilies in the gardens this year.
Noticing Glorfindel was running out of steam, Elrond gave his usual reply.
“The Erestor kind. Look Glorfindel. Erestor has been a loyal member of my house for millennia. He works hard and I think he is allowed a few quirks without being harassed!”
Glorfindel continued to sulk.
“Sigh…can you at least try to get along with Erestor?”
“Oh, alright. But I still say there is something off about him.”
Glad to see that the argument was closed, for now at least, Elrond decided to have a bit of fun…
“You know Glorfindel. When I was an elfling, ellons would dip the pigtails of elleths they liked in ink…”
“I DO NOT LIKE THAT OLD CROW!!”
Elsewhere, a weary figure retired to a dark room, lit by only one candle. And all that could be heard was the soft sound of grinding…
TBC…
Warning: Contains slash (male/male relationship), mpreg (male pregnancy), blood play, some MINOR spoilers, violence, and probably a lot of other stuff. No likey, no ready!
To Learn isn’t to Justify, to Understand isn’t to Forgive
Chapter 1
CRASH!!!
Nearly jumping out of his skin, Erestor jerked his head towards the balcony. So absorbed was he in his work, he had completely failed to notice it had started to rain.
It’s not just raining, it’s pouring!
A shudder ran through him as he felt a tightening in his gut. He so loathed the rain. It was just so positively UNNATURAL! And the cold made his teeth ache…
CRASH!!!
“DAMN IT!!” Erestor screamed. Just as soon as his heart had begun to calm, in came that windbag Glorfindel, bringing the usual destruction of Erestor’s peace and quiet, slamming the door nearly off its hinges.
“Ah! My dear little councilor, how are we doing this fine day?” of course, Glorfindel knew of Erestor’s dislike of storms, all of Imladris did. And thus, he had found hours of enjoyment teasing the Chief Advisor.
“Gggrrrrrrr.”
“Awe, is widdle Ewester afwaid of the big bad wain cwouds?” cooed Glorfindel, making a sucky-fish face while he spoke. “Don’t wowwy, I’m hewe to pwotect you fwom those evil wain dwops.”
I’m going to kill him, I know I will!
“Glorfindel, unlike you I actually have important work to do. Did you come to pester me for a reason? Or did you just come to irritate me before you have to have your nappy changed you infantile lummox!!”
By the time Erestor finished, he was just shy of shouting.
“So nice to know I’m loved!” Glorfindel smiled as he continued as if Erestor had paid him the most high of compliments, “But I have not come on official duty. I was sitting and watching the rain, when I thought…”
“Shocking,” said Erestor in a deadpan voice.
Glorfindel went on without pause, “…why not come and visit Imladris’ favorite Chief Advisor and bring some cheer into his dreary life!”
With that Glorfindel leaned over and gave the now frothing councilor a peck on the cheek.
Glorfindel had a ten second head start, before a barrage of inkwells, scrolls, and other such items were sent flying at his head.
When Glorfindel entered Elrond’s office covered in bruises, cuts, and ink, Elrond could only sigh.
“Why must you torment Erestor, my friend? Especially on a day like today? You know how tense he becomes when it rains.”
It was an old argument, one that showed no signs of stopping anytime soon as Glorfindel gave his usual answer.
“Because I have to! Erestor is such an ice queen. He never smiles. He never laughs or talks. He is truly breathtaking to look at, but it is as if he has no heart at all! I have to do my best to get some reaction, even if it’s just to prove he is alive!! He could die at that desk and no one would notice till the flies had at him!!! And what kind of elf…or ANYTHING for that matter…is afraid of RAIN?!?”
Glorfindel flailed his arms as he ranted. Elrond, mean while, had long tuned out his friend’s ravings. Instead, he thought over if they should plant more roses or more lilies in the gardens this year.
Noticing Glorfindel was running out of steam, Elrond gave his usual reply.
“The Erestor kind. Look Glorfindel. Erestor has been a loyal member of my house for millennia. He works hard and I think he is allowed a few quirks without being harassed!”
Glorfindel continued to sulk.
“Sigh…can you at least try to get along with Erestor?”
“Oh, alright. But I still say there is something off about him.”
Glad to see that the argument was closed, for now at least, Elrond decided to have a bit of fun…
“You know Glorfindel. When I was an elfling, ellons would dip the pigtails of elleths they liked in ink…”
“I DO NOT LIKE THAT OLD CROW!!”
Elsewhere, a weary figure retired to a dark room, lit by only one candle. And all that could be heard was the soft sound of grinding…
TBC…