Road to Redemption

Redemption (41-42/50)

Author: Gwaelinn
Beta: Patricia Pleasant aka slayer9649
Pairings: Lindir/Maglor, Erestor/Maedhros and others
Rating: NC-17-R overall
Warnings: Slash (m/m),
Time line: AU (not really connected to the actual timeline of the books)
Disclaimer: All characters and locations are the sole property of Professor Tolkien’s Estate. This is written only for pleasure and not for profit.
Author notes: The little plot bunny popped up while listening to Loreena McKennit’s The Old Ways. Somehow, the song just screamed ‘Maglor’.


Chapter 41


Although the walk to the twins’ suite was slow, that time passed quickly for the two elves, lost in quiet conversation. Elrohir only needed to stop to catch his breath a few times, the last being at the top of the main stairway. Haldir patiently waited for the younger elf to move on.


Elrohir heaved a sigh as they approached the common door to his and Elladan’s rooms. Haldir supported the tired elf as he pushed open the oak door (which had been re-placed already). Guiding the dark haired elf to a settee by the window, the guardian went to close the door and retrieve a glass of water from the sideboard. Elrohir sat with his face to the sun and his eyes closed.


The silver elf returned and perched on the edge of the settee. “Here,” he said gently, handing Elrohir the glass.


“Thank you,” Elrohir replied, setting the glass on a small end table and resting his head against the cushioned back. “This was not one of my more intelligent ideas, was it?”


Haldir chuckled and bestowed a caress to the ebony hair. “No, it was not. I do not understand your actions. You are a great warrior, for more than you sword ability. What happened to the warrior who knew his limits?” Blue eyes locked with steel ones.


Elrohir soon lowered his eyes and said nothing. What could he say that would not sound foolish and childish? He let his eyes drift closed again as he felt the gentle caress. He had butterflies swarming in his stomach; he wanted to feel that caress forever.


“Elrohir?” Haldir pressed, “Please. I need to know why you would do something so dangerous.” He was careful not to say stupid or foolish knowing the young twin already felt that way.


“I knew it was not poisoned. I really thought I could handle it.” Here he paused and sighed. “I was embarrassed that I let my guard down and got injured. I did not want Glorfindel to fuss, or you to think I was…less than capable.”


Haldir’s blue eyes went wide. He thought it had something to do with him, but that was not exactly what he expected. “Look at me.” The Silvan captain had to lift the twin’s chin with his fingers to make eye contact. Even then he found Elrohir’s eyes evasive. Leaning in to make certain they were face to face, the older warrior continued. “I can understand not wanting Lord Glorfindel to fuss. I have witnessed that before and I too would do anything to avoid it.” Elrohir could not stop the smile. “But what would make you think I would doubt your ability? You are one of the finest hand-to-hand warriors I have known, in all my centuries. You are more than capable; I mean, even Glorfindel has had his less than winning moments.” Haldir got the response he was looking for; Elrohir’s smile reached his eyes. At that moment, Haldir knew he was lost and the thought of leaving the beautiful young elf already pained him. Before his rational side knew what his emotional side was doing, warm lips brushed against warm lips. It was an almost chaste kiss but filled with feeling, the kind lovers often share. Pulling back just enough to gauge Elrohir’s reaction, Haldir was caught off guard when the younger elf reached around to the back of his neck and pulled the Lórien elf forward, this time holding the kiss longer. A tentative tongue ran over the seam of Haldir’s lips, looking for an invitation. It was not long before it was granted entrance and both elves moaned at the sensations caused by the questing tongue. Haldir slid a hand into the thick midnight hair while carefully leaning on his other. He was able to keep the close contact without worrying about adding further injury. Elrohir was comfortably reclined, Haldir’s powerful body hovering above. Soon the need to breathe caused the two to reluctantly part.


“You need to rest,” Haldir whispered against petal soft lips.


“I know.”


“Is there anything you need?”


“Only another kiss.” There was a twinkle in the twin’s eye. He pulled Haldir to him and kissed him soundly before relaxing into the comfort of the settee. Closing his eyes, as was normal for him, he fell into revere with smile upon kiss-swollen lips.


Haldir stood and repositioned the bulge in his leggings. Looking about, he found the door leading to the washroom. He headed toward it with determined strides, emerging some time later with a sated look in his eyes and lacking the bulge.


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Rúmil and Orophin found their lovers plotting in Glorfindel’s office. Standing outside the door for a moment, the brothers silently agreed that they never wanted to be on the receiving end of Elladan or Glorfindel’s wrath.


“I want to pound that little son of a warg…”


“Do not insult the Queen so. She was a fine elleth.”


“Sorry,” Elladan muttered having the grace to look ashamed. A knock interrupted them.


“Come,” the Vanya called out. The silver-haired elves stepped into the office; Rúmil closing the door. “To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?”


“We wanted to offer alibis if necessary,” Rúmil said, sitting in a chair before the captain’s desk and propping up his feet. Glorfindel arched an eyebrow, but said nothing. “What wonderful things have you planned for the esteemed prince of Mirkwood?” Rúmil rocked back on the legs of his chair.


Orophin moved around the desk to sit on a corner, looking expectantly. “We would be more than happy to help in *lessons*,” the older brother said matter-of-factly.


“I am sure you would.” Glorfindel stood and reached across his desk. With no effort, he pushed Rúmil’s feet from his desk. The young warrior would have toppled backward to the floor if not for Elladan’s quick reflexes. The older twin was able to grab a flailing arm and help Rúmil regain his balance. The others laughed and Rúmil’s ear-tips turned pink.


Glorfindel continued, “We must be certain that the prince is treated with diplomatic courtesy. He is still Thrandul’s son.”


“Let us set it up as a training program, aimed to keep his skills keen while visiting. When is he leaving, anyway?”


“Not soon enough,” replied Glorfindel. “You have a good idea. We will start his training tomorrow just after breakfast. Elladan, you will spar with him until mid-morning.”


“Think you can last that long?” Rúmil piped in.


“I have more stamina than you can imagine,” the half-elf countered. Orophin made a face and Glorfindel rolled his eyes.


“If you are done defending you prowess, let us get this finished. I am sure there is something better we would all like to be doing.” The four elves brainstormed ideas and schedules until at last, they had one that would give the prince little time to cause problems. “Great. I will take this to Elrond later. I am sure you two have somewhere to be so please close the door on the way out.”


Elladan and Rúmil shared a knowing look. “Real subtle, Captain. Like we do not know what you want to discuss with Guardian Orophin,” Elladan said coyly.


“Discuss? I do not think there will be much discussing,” Rúmil added as Glorfindel stood menacingly.


Grabbing the cheeky elf by the collar, Elladan made for the door. “Come on, Rúmil, There is a matter I wish ‘discuss’ in depth in your rooms.” He swatted Rúmil’s posterior as they passed through the door.


Once the door was closed, Orophin slid off the edge of the desk and stood toe to toe with the Balrog slayer. “Was there something you wished to discuss?” he purred.


Glorfindel leaned forward. “It is more of a demonstration. As I recall, our picnic was interrupted. I would like to continue where we left off,” he cooed before capturing his lover’s lips in a searing kiss. Orophin reached for the laces of Glorfindel’s leggings. The golden haired elf fumbled around his desk blindly. Finding the object he wanted, a flip of the wrist send the dagger to the door. It lodged just above the latch, effectively ‘locking’ the door. Orophin smiled into the kiss at the ancient lord’s tactics.


“That was quite a demonstration, Captain,” the archer said, letting his hand glide over the other’s crotch.


“That was nothing, penneth,” the warrior growled. In another smooth movement, Glorfindel unlace Orophin’s leggings and slid both hands in the tight pants, grasping the soft mounds firmly. “There is much more I would show you. And perhaps, there are a few things you might demonstrate for me.”


Orophin moaned as one of his lover’s hands slid between his thighs, fingers brushing the backs of his sensitized sacks. Involuntarily, the younger elf spread his legs and pressed forward. He ground his hips against Glorfindel’s. Glorfindel in turn released the willing lips and attacked the shell of a perfect ear. Orophin dropped his head to the side as a wicked tongue licked and lapped its way down to the junction between neck and shoulder.


Shaking hands worked the laces on Glorfindel’s leggings free, releasing his bobbing erection. The older elf gasped as the restrictive clothing gave way. Orophin dropped to his knees and engulfed the throbbing member.


“Aiya, melethron,” Glorfindel moaned. Orophin licked up the underside then circled the tip. His hands slid Glorfindel’s legging to his ankles. Still wearing his boots, the pants could go no further. Orophin’s hands glided back up the powerful legs, one to fondle the soft sacks. The other ghosted over the round mounds to slip between them, searching for that most private entrance. Glorfindel thought his legs would give way under the pleasurable onslaught. Unfortunately, there was little he could do other than moan and whimper for more. *groan* “That feels divine,” he panted. The Vanya began to thrust into the moist cavity alternatingly pressing back to encourage the questing fingers. “You…ahhh…Are a…” He was unable to finish as a finger breached his guardian ring. Glorfindel threw his head back and cried out, his hands fisting in soft silver strands. The blond felt the pressure begin to build. A second finger joined the first and the pace quickened. Between the sucking and licking, the thrusting and scissoring, Glorfindel soon found himself exploding with the most powerful orgasm he could imagine.


Orophin stood and turned to the side. Gently, he coaxed the taller elf to brace himself against the desk. Glorfindel did not need further instruction. Impatiently he kicked his boots off as Orophin also removed boots and leggings. Coming up behind the great warrior, Orophin paused. “Is this acceptable to you?” he asked softly. He had not planned it this way, but he needed to be inside the beautiful elf.


“Take me. I am ready and needing you badly,” the golden warrior rasped, spreading his legs and bracing himself against the desk.


Orophin lined himself up and leaned over his heart’s desire. He paused again. “I do not take lovers lightly.” he whispered into a perfect ear. He reached around and gently grasped the newly wakening member.

“I do not want a one time experience. You have captured my heart and soul. Make love to me…now,” he ended with a gasp as his re-hardened flesh was teased further. Orophin looked around for something to easy his way, finding a jar of oil (used for softening leather) he quickly slathered his throbbing erection. A second gasp escaped him as Orophin sheathed himself in one fluid motion. The silver-haired elf waited only a moment before sliding back out and thrusting in again. The lovers moaned and gasped together, soft words of love and devotion whispered. The pace Orophin set was languid, almost to the point of frustration. He would bring the warrior to near climax and then stop all movement. He would begin to thrust and stroke again and stop. Glorfindel wanted to collapse, his legs quivered, his heart raced and the spikes of pleasure ripping through his body were electrifying. Suddenly stars burst before his eyes, his world spiraled away and a second orgasm coursed through his sated body. He cried out his lover’s name.


This was all Orophin could stand. His thrusts became erratic as he built his own pending release. “Glorfindel! Melethron.” The younger elf slumped against the strong back. His softened member slipped from the tight channel as they slid to their knees. Orophin held Glorfindel around the chest as the drained elf rested his forehead on the edge of his desk.


“That was incredible,” Glorfindel panted.


“I never thought it could feel that way. I felt like I was soaring with the stars,” the archer said, planting a loving kiss to the back of the golden head. “I will be yours for as long as you would have me,” he continued, hope evident in his voice.


“Then we must figure something out for I will not be parted from you. Let us retire to my chambers to clean up before our meal.” Glorfindel turned smiling eyes to his lover. They pulled on leggings and boots in a comfortable silence. Before removing the dagger from the door, Glorfindel pulled the slighter elf into an intense embrace, kissing him with all the love he felt. “You are mine now, Guardian of the Golden Wood.”


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That evening, Lindir and Maglor retreated to the young minstrel’s rooms. Lindir was ashamed of his behavior and nothing Maglor could say would make him feel any better.


“Why do you waste your time with me? I am no more than an elfling. I saw a friend hurt and forgot about the rest of my world. Forgot about the most important thing…*person* in my life. I am so sorry.” Lindir sobbed. Maglor held him tight; glad that his songbird was back in his arms. The couple had become reacquainted with each other and not just physically. He could feel their bond strengthen.


“Penneth, melethron. I love you more than life. I feared to lose you; there is much that should deny me the honor of your love. I would fade if you were to leave me. But know that you will always have a place in my arms and my heart…no matter what.”


Words of reassurance and love led to gentle kisses and soft caresses. Soon, however, the fire began to flare and the lovers were engulfed in their passion. That night they realized that vows or no, they were eternally bound in mind, heart and soul.


TBC

Chapter 42


And so it was that the day for the Summer festival and belated welcoming feast arrived. Erestor and Lindir busied themselves with the preparations. The dark haired advisor directed and re-directed, set-up and tore down, decorated and redecorated. The house staff chuckled as Erestor rushed about as the proverbial chicken with its head cut off. It was fortunate that Elrond’s chief advisor was well liked and respected for the cooks and servants took his periodic agitation in stride. Erestor stopped, only briefly, at the entrance to the Hall of Fire. Closing his eyes, he let Lindir’s sweet voice calm his frayed nerves.


Lindir and his fellow musicians practiced long hours, preparing for the feast. Lindir worked extra hard for he wished his lover to be impressed. The bard was finding it difficult to be partnered with one of Arda’s most renowned minstrels. Furthermore, since the night he found Maglor in Maedhros’ rooms, Lindir and Maglor were never far apart. The silver haired minstrel wanted to assure his lover that there was nothing to fear; Lindir would not make the same mistake twice. Unbeknownst to the two, there was often a sulking shadow following them.


Elladan and Rúmil made certain that Legolas had little time or energy to meddle in the affairs of others. The young prince even seemed to accept his ‘punishment’ with some amount of humility. However, things are usually not as they seem. The cold glint in the fair prince’s eyes was the give-away, but with everyone wrapped up in festival preparations, no one noticed.

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“Would you *stop* already!” an exasperated Elrohir cried. “I am fine; you heard Adar.”


“I know, muindor.” Elladan laid a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “I only want you to rest some before tonight.” A devilish smirk graced the handsome face. “I am sure you do not wish to be too exhausted to properly entertain a certain March Warden, would you?” The younger twin blushed and threw a pillow at his presumptuous other half. Dodging the attack, Elladan sat on the side of his brother’s bed and sobered. Something troubled the younger twin.


Elrohir let out a sigh. “What am I to do?”

An infamous eyebrow rose question. “Did you not pay attention when Ada had his little talk to us before our majority? First you kiss and caress and then…I thought you have done this before.”


The younger elf rolled his eyes. “I am not talking about *that*. Please, ‘Dan, I really need your help.”


This was serious. Elladan wrapped a protective arm around his brother. “What troubles you so?”


“He is going to leave, eventually. How will I get by if I follow these feelings I have?” Pleading eyes looked up. “My heart will surely break when he leaves.”


“I assume you speak of Haldir."


*nod*


“Ro, are your feelings so strong for him? You have only just recently spent time with him.”


“Aye, I have always had a bit of a crush on him. Now that I have been able to spend some quality time with him, I find myself looking for any excuse to be with him. I want to deepen the relationship, but…”


“You are afraid.” Another nod. “What is it that you fear? I am sure he would return your feelings and he is an honorable elf, despite the rumors.”


“I trust his fidelity. I only can not bear the thought of being so far from my heart’s desire.” He held up a hand to stay his brother’s next comment. “I am not cut out for long distance relationships. I am not like Ada. I would pine away.” Nervous fingers played with the hem of his tunic.


Elladan embraced the forlorn elf. “Just enjoy tonight, Ro. Come morning we will sort this all out. We will think of something, I promise.” A knock interrupted the tender moment. Elrohir quickly wiped at his eyes that had begun to release tears as Elladan went into the other room to answer the door.


“Ah, Haldir, come in.” The dark haired elf moved aside. Glancing into the bedroom, he sent all the compassion he had to his brother.


Haldir looked between the two. “Am I interrupting something?” He looked to Elladan, concern evident in his eyes.


A gentle smile graced the noble face. “Oh no. I was just leaving.” He crossed the threshold and turned momentarily. “Uh, might you know where I can find that beautiful brother of yours?”


The Silvan chuckled, “I believe he is in our room preening.”


“Well then, excuse me. I think I shall go and offer my assistance,” Elladan said with a wink. He looked past the other elf and gave his brother an encouraging smile before closing the door.


Haldir turned. His instincts and intuition were well honed and he knew something was not right. Before he could speak, he found his arms filled with a mass of lean muscle. Eager lips pressed his with a passion that sent shocks through the guardian’s body. He moaned as a questing tongue demanded entrance and, being no fool, the silver haired elf obliged. His arms came up around Elrohir’s back, pulling the warm body closer. One hand rested on the small of the back as the other moved up to stroke the soft silken hair.


Elrohir’s hands were pressed against the powerful chest before one moved to cup the back of Haldir’s head, effectively deepening the kiss. The sable haired elf poured all his befuddled emotions into the kiss. His other hand caressed and traced the muscles hidden beneath the tunic. His finger brushed a nipple, causing Haldir to gasp.


When the need for air finally drove them apart, the March Warden pulled back just enough to smile and ask, “What, pray tell, did I do to deserve such a greeting?” Elrohir blushed at his sudden boldness, cast his look down and attempted to pull away. Haldir would have none of it. Quickly tightening his grip about the twin’s waist he held fast to the fleeing elf. “What is it, pen muin(dear one)?”


Elrohir only shook his head and rested his cheek against Haldir’s thrumming heart. “Please, tell me what troubles you so. It pains me to see you so upset. Have you and your brother fought or have I done something to cause hurt?”

At that last comment, Elrohir looked up in wide-eyed shock. He carefully reached up and caressed the soft cheek and put on, what he hoped was, a convincing smile and replied, “No, of course you have done nothing. It is a trivial matter.” His voice faltered, “Nothing of importance.”


Haldir leaned in to kiss the belying lips. The younger elf readily parted his lips to allow Haldir’s tongue to taste him. His body hummed with desire and Haldir’s answered in kind. Haldir walked him back until his legs encountered a large reading chair. Maintaining the kiss, the taller elf managed to turn them around and dropped into the chair, pulling Elrohir down as well. Breaking from the kiss to gasp for air, the dark haired elf found himself sitting sideways across the March Warden’s legs. The kiss re-engaged causing the heat to build. Hands began to stroke and pull at clothing, desperate to feel warm skin. Elrohir turned to wrap his arms around Haldir’s neck as he felt a hand slide up between his thighs. It came to rest at his groin. The Silvan elicited a moan as his thumb idly caressed the swollen mound it encountered. The twin was delirious with passion. His body ached for the strong warrior who held him.


Working of their own accord, nimble fingers began the arduous task of undoing the clasps of the March Warden’s tunic. Managing to expose a smooth column of flesh, the ebony haired elf pulled out of the kiss and began to nibble and lick his way along the strong jaw line, down the neck and finally coming to rest, or rather suckle, at the soft spot at the junction between the neck and shoulder. Haldir let his head rest on the high back, allowing his partner better access. As the Silvan elf’s body was assaulted in the most divine way, his hands were far from idle. One hand had managed to un-tuck the younger twin’s shirt and was presently drawing patterns on the warm back. His other hand went from soft caresses to gentle massaging of the rock hard shaft now straining within Elrohir’s leggings. Elrohir squirmed at the sensation, moaning his desire. Leaving its present toy, and chuckling at the mewl of protest, Haldir grabbed the twin’s shirt hem. In one fluid motion, breaking contact for a mere second, he pulled the shirt up and over, dropping it onto the floor.


Haldir’s member twitched at the alluring sight on his lap. “Aye, you are beautiful.” He whispered. “So strong, so…” Words failed him. Using his right hand to support Elrohir’s back, the blond began his oral assault. He kissed the hollow of the neck, moving up to lick and suck a delicate ear-tip. All the while, his other hand traversed the lean chest, stopping on occasion to play with a rosy nipple. Elrohir was beside himself and would have felt embarrassed had he not felt Haldir’s own erection pressing against his bottom. The thought alone cause a groan. Growing bored with the stiff nipples, Haldir let his hand drop back to rub the rippled abdomen and finally returning to the matter between the twin’s legs. Elrohir’s movements were agonizing as each move rubbed and pressed against his own arousal and he growled at the sensation. Long fingers made short work of the laces barring the way to the velvety rod. Elrohir arched and groaned as his leggings became loose and a warm hand began to investigate the inviting flesh. The March Warden’s powerful hand carefully pulled the weeping shaft free of its confines and began to stroke it languidly. Dark gray eyes turned to storm as the fire inside built; it was all the twin could do to not spend himself right then. The nipping and sucking on his ear and the stroking of his heated flesh had him undone. Haldir thought he had never seen so wondrous a sight as the lean elf being unmade on his lap. He had had lovers before, but never had one responded so to his ministrations. Shifting slightly, Haldir slid Elrohir’s the leggings off, leaving them where they fell. The younger elf now lay bare and the guardian’s hungry eyes devoured him. A sudden flurry of desire swept through the Lórien elf. His lips and hands seemed to be everywhere at once. One hand returned to pump Elrohir’s throbbing member, a wicked thumb grazing the weeping head causing the elf to purr and gasp, thrusting into the warm hand. How he managed it, the dark haired elf will never know, but at some point in his lust filled daze, the younger twin managed to undo all the clasps and pushed the Warden’s shirt from his shoulders. He began his attack on the neck again in earnest until the pressure between his legs grew to explosive proportions. With a cry and Haldir’s name on his lips, the son of Elrond gave in to the most incredible orgasm of his life. If he ever doubted about seeing stars, he was a believer now. His body shook and he gasped for air. Looking into his lover’s eyes, he saw self-satisfaction and desire. Without his leggings, the bulge nestled under his backside was far more stimulating and as the final waves of pleasure subsided, Elrohir felt the heat begin to stir again.


Sliding a hand between them, the dark elf undid the laces and pushed the leather apart, freeing the most magnificent elfhood he had ever seen. Wrapping his hand around it, he began to pump quickly, sliding his thumb over the slit, milking the pre-cum from the heated flesh. Now it was Haldir’s turn to be unmade. Having this beautiful creature, naked and writhing on his lap, stroking his shaft and kissing every inch reachable, Haldir threw his head back, panting and groaning, begging for more. Not wanting the March Warden to spend in his hand, the twin directed the guardian’s still cum-covered hand to his backside, encouraging the digits between to search for the hidden entrance. Haldir needed no further coaxing. Finding what he searched for, he slid one finger beyond the puckered opening. The young elf gasped and clung to Haldir. A hand wrapped almost painfully in flaxen hair, a demanding hand continued to fondle engorged flesh. Haldir inserted a second finger and crooked it, finally finding the bundle of nerves that ripped a cry from the other elf. Becoming impatient, Elrohir turned, dislodging the fingers thrusting into him, and straddled the warrior’s thighs. Aligning himself over his lover’s shaft, he settled down, impaling himself on the pulsing heat. He hissed at the stretching sensation and stilled. After a moment, he looked lovingly into Haldir’s eyes and began to move up and down, gradually picking up his pace. Haldir grasped the elf that rode him and held him close, burying his face in the ginger scented tresses. He could feel Elrohir’s reawaked flesh slide against his stomach. In a sudden explosion of light, the two elves reached completion together and held each other tightly as they rode out the waves of pleasure together.


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A lone figure paced behind the stables. He was waiting for someone to whom he owed a favor. He had been caught in bed with another’s wife and was indebted to the one who kept his mouth shut. It was time to pay up it seemed and now he waited anxiously. The young apothecary carried a small pouch of Belladonna, deadly nightshade, a powerful poison found in Harad. He knew not what it was for and preferred it stay that way. A lean figure, cloaked in green emerged from shadows.


“I have that which for which you asked,” he stammered. The other nodded and moved to take down his hood. The apothecary's eyes went wide.


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