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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,106
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Chapter 2
Title: Uglyestor (2/2)
Author: Janalynn27
Type: FPS
Beta: Me, Myself, and I (all mistakes are mine if you can’t tell *sigh*)
Pairing: Erestor/Elrond
Rating: R, eventually
Warnings: Mean Elflings
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made.
Summary: Poor ugly Erestor leaves his home to find others like himself. Taken from Hans Christian Andersen’s The Ugly Duckling.
Author’s notes: This is for the Fairy Tale challenge for Erestor_lovers yahoo group.
Feedback: Greatly appreciated. janakabugsbunny@yahoo.com
Chapter 2
Erestor had been in The Healing House for three days. He had been offered his own private healing chamber but refused, he was so excited, seeing all those who came and went, every one of them dark-haired like him. Too long had Erestor been alone and he craved every little contact he received from the kind elves that made up The Last Homely House, especially its Lord. Everyday Lord Elrond would dine with him for every meal, bringing trays laden with the most scrumptious foods, his favorite being cheesecake. They would spend their time either reading to one another or playing a game of chess, which Elrond was, surprise to have to teach him. By the third game, Erestor was becoming quite a challenging opponent. Elrond had yet to ask where Erestor came from or of his past and Erestor was not ready to talk about it, too afraid that if he spoke of how his family despised him Elrond may look upon him differently.
It was almost time for the noon meal and Erestor was waiting impatiently for Elrond to appear with their meal. Lord Elrond’s presence was so comforting to Erestor and he seemed to genuinely like to spend time with him where no one ever had before. A sudden noise at the door to the Healing House made Erestor look up and he froze at what he saw.
Glorfindel cursed as he bumped his shoulder against the doorframe leading into the Healing House. He had just returned from patrol duty and he was in need of a little healing. He made it halfway into the room before he spied the dark-haired ellon (m. elf) looking quite frightened. Making his way to him to offer his help, Glorfindel frowned, the closer he came to the ellon the paler he became until he suddenly let out a squeak and slouched under the covers as if he was trying to hide.
He was just about to ask what was wrong when another dark-haired ellon launched himself into his arms, “OOF!!!! Mel!” Glorfindel hissed in pain.
Erestor peeked over the covers and looked on in shock as Melpomaen started kissing the gigantic golden-haired ellon all over his face. When there was not an inch of the warrior’s face that had not been kissed Melpomaen then proceeded to fuss over him, asking where he was hurt and how he got hurt and so on.
Glorfindel could still tell that the mysterious ellon was frightened and he was truly puzzled for it seemed that it was *his* presence that was frightening him so. Looking down at his hervenn (husband) he sighed at the fear and concern on his face. Caressing Mel’s face he said, “Meleth (Love), I am fine, just a scratch, nothing serious. A few stitches and I will be good as new.”
Melpomaen would continue to worry until he got Glorfindel back to their chambers and he could check him over from head to toe to make sure for himself, “I will believe that hervenn nín when I see for myself. Come, lets get your wound looked at so I can take you back to our chambers and get you out of your battle gear,” Mel said as he started to pull Glorfindel to one of the many tables that lined one of the walls in the room.
Erestor stared wide-eyed as little Mel dragged the gigantic golden-haired warrior after him and seeing the gentle, loving looks that the warrior was giving his hervenn. The fact that the golden-haired ellon was mated to a dark-haired ellon was surprising to say the least to Erestor.
Elrond came into the Healing House and when he saw how pale Erestor was he hurried to his side, “Mellon nín (My friend), what is wrong?”
Erestor looked up into the concerned eyes of his first true friend and tried to give him a reassuring smile, but before he was able to speak the warrior said from the other side of the room, “Elrond, I do believe I started your patient, I apologize, I did not mean to.”
Elrond arched a brow at Glorfindel, which caused the warrior to hunch his shoulders as if he had received a tongue-lashing. Erestor watched all of this and decided that he liked the golden-haired ellon and spoke up in his defense, “It is I who should apologize. You did nothing wrong. It is just that when I saw you coming into the chamber I thought that…well that is, always before when I met a blonde elf they always disliked me.”
Elrond sat down next to Erestor and took his hand in his, “Erestor what are you talking about? Why would they not like you?”
Erestor took a deep breath and knew that Elrond deserved to know the truth, he had given him nothing but kindness, a warm place to sleep, wonderful food, tended to his hurts, and given him his friendship. As Glorfindel got his cut looked to Erestor told them of his family and how he was the only dark-haired elf in his whole village and how he was ridiculed and disliked, even by his own Naneth (Mother) and siblings. He spoke of his quest to find those like him, finally ending up here, meeting the first dark-haired elves he had ever seen.
Elrond was horrified and angry that a Naneth could treat her own Elfling in such a fashion. Squeezing Erestor‘s hand he said, “You were very brave to leave your home at such a young age mellon nín. Imladris is your home now if you would accept my offer and stay? You no longer need to feel unwanted.”
By then Glorfindel’s arm was bandaged and he walked forward, “I would be honored to call you my friend,” he said with a bow.
Tears sprang to Erestor’s eyes and he blinked them back and smiled, “I would very much like to be your friend and to stay here in Imladris.”
Elrond beamed and knew that he had finally found the one that would walk by his side the rest of his days, but he also knew that Erestor was still very young and needed time to truly know his self-worth.
The following year Erestor found himself happier than he ever thought he could be. Once his leg was healed Elrond asked what he would like to do and Erestor had said that he loved knowledge, learning new things. So that is how he became a scribe, soaking up everything the senior scribes would teach him and advancing rather quickly. But the most important thing, the most special of all to Erestor, was his friendship with Elrond. They had spent the majority of their time together since Erestor’s arrival in Imladris, either working or for leisurely pursuits.
That was why Erestor was walking to Elrond’s chambers, for it had become routine for him to join Elrond for the evening meal in his private chambers which Glorfindel and Mel were also frequent guests. Erestor thought of Elrond and longed for something more, something that he had never dared dream of, love. Oh, he knew that Elrond loved him, he had told him often, making sure that Erestor knew of how important his friendship was to him, but Erestor longed for the love that one would give to a beloved one. Erestor shook his head, even though he did not think of himself has homely or someone to dislike anymore, thinking that he deserved the love of a Lord seemed way out of Erestor’s reach.
Entering Elrond’s chambers he frowned when he did not see dinner set upon the table near the balcony where they usually ate their supper, “Elrond?”
“I am in here mellon nín,” called Elrond from his bedchamber.
Erestor walked through the chamber door only to come to an abrupt halt. Looking around he stared in awe at the hundred candles that lit the room with their glow. There were vases full of various flowers, giving the chamber a sweet smell. But the most amazing sight that Erestor beheld with his wide-eyes was Elrond standing next to a bed resplendent in deep burgundy silk sheets. Elrond himself was draped in a deep red-wine velvet robe that seemed to flow about him as he slowly made his way to stand in front of his soon-to-be mate. Erestor gulped, “Elrond?”
Elrond smiled and raised his hand to caress Erestor’s cheek, “The moment I laid eyes upon you I knew that you were the one that I was waiting for, the one that I could love and be loved in return. Saes (Please) tell me that you love me like I love you.”
Erestor’s eyes filled with tears that soon brimmed over to fall down his ivory cheeks. Elrond’s word pierced their way through Erestor, straight to his heart and soul, filling them to overflowing. Turning his head so he could place a kiss into Elrond’s palm he then smiled and said, “My heart and soul is and always will be yours.”
Elrond trembled at those precious words. This past year had been the longest of Elrond’s life. He had to watch as Erestor became even more beautiful as he grew into the confident ellon he was always destined to be. He knew that he probably should give Erestor more time but for once Elrond was going to be selfish and take what he so very much wanted. Wrapping his hand around the back of Erestor’s neck, Elrond pulled him forth for their first kiss, devouring the sweetest lips in all of Arda.
Erestor moaned and leaned into the kiss, throwing his arms about Elrond shoulders so he could press up against him, letting him know that this was what he truly wanted.
Elrond swung Erestor up into his arms and carried him to the bed that would become theirs, no longer would he sleep alone. Slowly he reverently slipped the clothing from Erestor, praising him as every inch was revealed to him, tasting the velvety skin with his lips.
Erestor arched up into each touch, each kiss, until his body was on fire, and he willingly let the flames consume him, letting Elrond claim him, giving him his all and accepting what he was offered in return. Slowly he was prepared and taken, shown the heights of passion that their love could take them. Over and over again he was brought over the edge until they both were spent, lying entangled amid the rumpled sheets, clinging together, basking in their love.
That night they became one, never would there be anyone or anything that could put asunder that which the Valar blessed them with, the purest of bonds. Erestor was truly home, never again to wander alone, for he would always walk hand in hand with his mate to the ending of time and beyond.
And so it was that all that beheld the raven-haired ellon praised the ethereal beauty of the Lord of Imladris’ mate. Word of his beauty was spread from realm to realm until it finally reached that of his former village. Tales of his quest to find a home for himself and how he became the mate of the most revered elf in all of Arda reached the ears of a Naneth and her children. Deep down in a corner of her heart, she harbored a tiny speck of regret for the child that she had never loved. A single tear she let fall at the thought of the ion (son) she never gave herself the chance to know. Looking over her shoulder she sighed as her other children sat, sulking at the knowledge that their baby brother had found such happiness and that he was the mate of a great Lord. Quite put out were they, for never had they thought it possible that they would ever envy their Uglyestor.
~The End~
Author: Janalynn27
Type: FPS
Beta: Me, Myself, and I (all mistakes are mine if you can’t tell *sigh*)
Pairing: Erestor/Elrond
Rating: R, eventually
Warnings: Mean Elflings
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made.
Summary: Poor ugly Erestor leaves his home to find others like himself. Taken from Hans Christian Andersen’s The Ugly Duckling.
Author’s notes: This is for the Fairy Tale challenge for Erestor_lovers yahoo group.
Feedback: Greatly appreciated. janakabugsbunny@yahoo.com
Chapter 2
Erestor had been in The Healing House for three days. He had been offered his own private healing chamber but refused, he was so excited, seeing all those who came and went, every one of them dark-haired like him. Too long had Erestor been alone and he craved every little contact he received from the kind elves that made up The Last Homely House, especially its Lord. Everyday Lord Elrond would dine with him for every meal, bringing trays laden with the most scrumptious foods, his favorite being cheesecake. They would spend their time either reading to one another or playing a game of chess, which Elrond was, surprise to have to teach him. By the third game, Erestor was becoming quite a challenging opponent. Elrond had yet to ask where Erestor came from or of his past and Erestor was not ready to talk about it, too afraid that if he spoke of how his family despised him Elrond may look upon him differently.
It was almost time for the noon meal and Erestor was waiting impatiently for Elrond to appear with their meal. Lord Elrond’s presence was so comforting to Erestor and he seemed to genuinely like to spend time with him where no one ever had before. A sudden noise at the door to the Healing House made Erestor look up and he froze at what he saw.
Glorfindel cursed as he bumped his shoulder against the doorframe leading into the Healing House. He had just returned from patrol duty and he was in need of a little healing. He made it halfway into the room before he spied the dark-haired ellon (m. elf) looking quite frightened. Making his way to him to offer his help, Glorfindel frowned, the closer he came to the ellon the paler he became until he suddenly let out a squeak and slouched under the covers as if he was trying to hide.
He was just about to ask what was wrong when another dark-haired ellon launched himself into his arms, “OOF!!!! Mel!” Glorfindel hissed in pain.
Erestor peeked over the covers and looked on in shock as Melpomaen started kissing the gigantic golden-haired ellon all over his face. When there was not an inch of the warrior’s face that had not been kissed Melpomaen then proceeded to fuss over him, asking where he was hurt and how he got hurt and so on.
Glorfindel could still tell that the mysterious ellon was frightened and he was truly puzzled for it seemed that it was *his* presence that was frightening him so. Looking down at his hervenn (husband) he sighed at the fear and concern on his face. Caressing Mel’s face he said, “Meleth (Love), I am fine, just a scratch, nothing serious. A few stitches and I will be good as new.”
Melpomaen would continue to worry until he got Glorfindel back to their chambers and he could check him over from head to toe to make sure for himself, “I will believe that hervenn nín when I see for myself. Come, lets get your wound looked at so I can take you back to our chambers and get you out of your battle gear,” Mel said as he started to pull Glorfindel to one of the many tables that lined one of the walls in the room.
Erestor stared wide-eyed as little Mel dragged the gigantic golden-haired warrior after him and seeing the gentle, loving looks that the warrior was giving his hervenn. The fact that the golden-haired ellon was mated to a dark-haired ellon was surprising to say the least to Erestor.
Elrond came into the Healing House and when he saw how pale Erestor was he hurried to his side, “Mellon nín (My friend), what is wrong?”
Erestor looked up into the concerned eyes of his first true friend and tried to give him a reassuring smile, but before he was able to speak the warrior said from the other side of the room, “Elrond, I do believe I started your patient, I apologize, I did not mean to.”
Elrond arched a brow at Glorfindel, which caused the warrior to hunch his shoulders as if he had received a tongue-lashing. Erestor watched all of this and decided that he liked the golden-haired ellon and spoke up in his defense, “It is I who should apologize. You did nothing wrong. It is just that when I saw you coming into the chamber I thought that…well that is, always before when I met a blonde elf they always disliked me.”
Elrond sat down next to Erestor and took his hand in his, “Erestor what are you talking about? Why would they not like you?”
Erestor took a deep breath and knew that Elrond deserved to know the truth, he had given him nothing but kindness, a warm place to sleep, wonderful food, tended to his hurts, and given him his friendship. As Glorfindel got his cut looked to Erestor told them of his family and how he was the only dark-haired elf in his whole village and how he was ridiculed and disliked, even by his own Naneth (Mother) and siblings. He spoke of his quest to find those like him, finally ending up here, meeting the first dark-haired elves he had ever seen.
Elrond was horrified and angry that a Naneth could treat her own Elfling in such a fashion. Squeezing Erestor‘s hand he said, “You were very brave to leave your home at such a young age mellon nín. Imladris is your home now if you would accept my offer and stay? You no longer need to feel unwanted.”
By then Glorfindel’s arm was bandaged and he walked forward, “I would be honored to call you my friend,” he said with a bow.
Tears sprang to Erestor’s eyes and he blinked them back and smiled, “I would very much like to be your friend and to stay here in Imladris.”
Elrond beamed and knew that he had finally found the one that would walk by his side the rest of his days, but he also knew that Erestor was still very young and needed time to truly know his self-worth.
The following year Erestor found himself happier than he ever thought he could be. Once his leg was healed Elrond asked what he would like to do and Erestor had said that he loved knowledge, learning new things. So that is how he became a scribe, soaking up everything the senior scribes would teach him and advancing rather quickly. But the most important thing, the most special of all to Erestor, was his friendship with Elrond. They had spent the majority of their time together since Erestor’s arrival in Imladris, either working or for leisurely pursuits.
That was why Erestor was walking to Elrond’s chambers, for it had become routine for him to join Elrond for the evening meal in his private chambers which Glorfindel and Mel were also frequent guests. Erestor thought of Elrond and longed for something more, something that he had never dared dream of, love. Oh, he knew that Elrond loved him, he had told him often, making sure that Erestor knew of how important his friendship was to him, but Erestor longed for the love that one would give to a beloved one. Erestor shook his head, even though he did not think of himself has homely or someone to dislike anymore, thinking that he deserved the love of a Lord seemed way out of Erestor’s reach.
Entering Elrond’s chambers he frowned when he did not see dinner set upon the table near the balcony where they usually ate their supper, “Elrond?”
“I am in here mellon nín,” called Elrond from his bedchamber.
Erestor walked through the chamber door only to come to an abrupt halt. Looking around he stared in awe at the hundred candles that lit the room with their glow. There were vases full of various flowers, giving the chamber a sweet smell. But the most amazing sight that Erestor beheld with his wide-eyes was Elrond standing next to a bed resplendent in deep burgundy silk sheets. Elrond himself was draped in a deep red-wine velvet robe that seemed to flow about him as he slowly made his way to stand in front of his soon-to-be mate. Erestor gulped, “Elrond?”
Elrond smiled and raised his hand to caress Erestor’s cheek, “The moment I laid eyes upon you I knew that you were the one that I was waiting for, the one that I could love and be loved in return. Saes (Please) tell me that you love me like I love you.”
Erestor’s eyes filled with tears that soon brimmed over to fall down his ivory cheeks. Elrond’s word pierced their way through Erestor, straight to his heart and soul, filling them to overflowing. Turning his head so he could place a kiss into Elrond’s palm he then smiled and said, “My heart and soul is and always will be yours.”
Elrond trembled at those precious words. This past year had been the longest of Elrond’s life. He had to watch as Erestor became even more beautiful as he grew into the confident ellon he was always destined to be. He knew that he probably should give Erestor more time but for once Elrond was going to be selfish and take what he so very much wanted. Wrapping his hand around the back of Erestor’s neck, Elrond pulled him forth for their first kiss, devouring the sweetest lips in all of Arda.
Erestor moaned and leaned into the kiss, throwing his arms about Elrond shoulders so he could press up against him, letting him know that this was what he truly wanted.
Elrond swung Erestor up into his arms and carried him to the bed that would become theirs, no longer would he sleep alone. Slowly he reverently slipped the clothing from Erestor, praising him as every inch was revealed to him, tasting the velvety skin with his lips.
Erestor arched up into each touch, each kiss, until his body was on fire, and he willingly let the flames consume him, letting Elrond claim him, giving him his all and accepting what he was offered in return. Slowly he was prepared and taken, shown the heights of passion that their love could take them. Over and over again he was brought over the edge until they both were spent, lying entangled amid the rumpled sheets, clinging together, basking in their love.
That night they became one, never would there be anyone or anything that could put asunder that which the Valar blessed them with, the purest of bonds. Erestor was truly home, never again to wander alone, for he would always walk hand in hand with his mate to the ending of time and beyond.
And so it was that all that beheld the raven-haired ellon praised the ethereal beauty of the Lord of Imladris’ mate. Word of his beauty was spread from realm to realm until it finally reached that of his former village. Tales of his quest to find a home for himself and how he became the mate of the most revered elf in all of Arda reached the ears of a Naneth and her children. Deep down in a corner of her heart, she harbored a tiny speck of regret for the child that she had never loved. A single tear she let fall at the thought of the ion (son) she never gave herself the chance to know. Looking over her shoulder she sighed as her other children sat, sulking at the knowledge that their baby brother had found such happiness and that he was the mate of a great Lord. Quite put out were they, for never had they thought it possible that they would ever envy their Uglyestor.
~The End~