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Adult ++
Chapters:
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Chapter Three
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: Now that it’s the work week I don’t quite have as much time to write, but I promise to do my best to keep the wait as brief as possible. I adore every review and am very grateful for each!
Chapter Three:
A trap is was indeed. As they turned and spurred their horses on, ropes that had been hidden by forest debris suddenly sprung up and tripped the horses causing them to fall and their passengers to be deposited on the hard ground.
Before Erestor could blink, his companion had his sword at the ready. He himself had a pair of knives for close combat. They had not even seen the borders of Mirkwood! How could things already be going wrong?
The noise grew in intensity and Glorfindel knew that only one aggressor would be this loud in the woods.
“I wouldn’t raise your weapon, elf. You are hopelessly outnumbered and we would hate to have to hurt you.”
The warrior turned at the sound of the voice and found himself facing the blade of a sword. The blade was poor and rusty and looked long overdue for retirement. Holding its handle was a man who looked as ragged as his weapon. His face was tired and dirty. More men came into view and Glorfindel knew the speaker was right; sheer numbers outmatched them. Even the finest fighter cannot be everywhere at once.
“Why do you trap us?” Glorfindel asked, still ignoring the man’s demand that he lower his sword.
“That,” Came a powerful, commanding voice, with a tone on the edge of vocal dusk, approaching from the side, “has yet to be determined until your value can be surmised.”
Both elves turned to look at the man that was clearly the leader of this rag-tag bunch. He strode forward with utmost confidence far beyond what one would call arrogance. Unlike his followers, he wore an expensive looking fur cape over his clothes of deep burgundy. The sandy brown of the fur matched his brown hair and eyes.
Obviously, he kept most of their fortune to himself and spared nothing to the others in the same of loyalty and companionship.
“Who are you?” Glorfindel asked with uncovered rage in his voice.
He stood before them, unraveled by Glorfindel’s sword still drawn at the ready. “Forgive my manners,” he spoke, “such niceties are wasted on my kinsmen who live a more…rough lifestyle you might say. I am Kian, and I hale from no lands and give my loyalty to no king.” He laughed at his description of his group. “We live and take what we can. A simple life for simple men.”
A dark gaze was locked onto Glorfindel’s blue eyes and after a moment of tense silence, the man tore his gaze to the other elf they had caught.
Kian’s world would be forever changed. Dark eyes, deep as the night stared at him and almost seemed to peer into his very soul. Never had another looked at him in such a way and it he almost gasped in spite of himself. Not once had this man, who lived on the borders of civility, been taken over by another. In Erestor, though, he found something he thought was never meant for him and his heart wept at this fateful outcome.
For they may not have many rules in their unsophisticated world, but one they do obey is this: love between two of the same gender is strictly forbidden. Never can a man love another and Kian vowed that no one would know what had just happened in his heart during this momentary glance. Never.
“It would be proper,” the man said hesitantly after clearing his throat, “that you both introduce yourselves.”
Erestor thought he saw something beyond the normal sinister nature of the man, a feel he could not name. Looking at his feet, he decided not to make such eye contact with this Kian if it could be avoided.
“We are travelers seeking passage through these lands.” Glorfindel said when it was obvious Erestor was not going to talk, “You have no right to restrain us so.”
“Right? No, perhaps not, but we have you anyway. We shall find some profit from your capture.” Kian smiled. “Now, lower your sword or face the consequences. We can hurt you without killing you quite easily.”
Knowing he was outmatched, Glorfindel slowly complied. There would be other opportunities later.
“Names?” He asked again.
“I am Erestor and my friend is Glorfindel and we are not your enemy.” The advisor spoke and Kian was almost startled by his voice.
“Good, but we are yours, now come with us.” Kian turned and began walking towards a clearing in the woods with tents and fires. Clearly it was their camp and easily moveable. They had mastered the nomadic ways well.
Another man, one of the poor subordinates came forward leading the two horses with another. “They were not too badly injured in their fall, my Lord.”
“Excellent, let’s see what we have.”
The leader rummaged through their packs and halted quickly upon finding something very interesting. “Why now, who does this belong to?” He held up a beautiful robe, made with gold and find velvet. Only worn by one of great status. He brought the piece of clothing over to Glorfindel and held it up, “Oh, too small for you, blondie.” He snickered and walked in front of Erestor with almost a little reverence. “This must be yours. That would seem to make you one of great importance. Perhaps a Lord, or the son of a King? Perhaps a high member of an elven court? No matter, you shall be of great worth, I think.”
The dark elf could only look around the man with hopes of seeking some opportunity for escape. Man were all around, there were more here at the camp than in the woods. There would be no fleeing at this time.
“Tie them up! I will figure something out.”
Kian watched as the pair of elves were lead into one of the unoccupied tents. Still holding the robe, he walked into his own private tent and once he was alone he gazed at what he held. Holding it up to his nose, he smelled the floral fragrance it held.
The man found himself thinking lustful thoughts, and in his mind, evil thoughts that bring to him nothing but punishment and death. Furious, he threw the fabric as far as he could and fell to his knees.
“That elf,” he mumbled, “that elf has…possessed me with some sort of dark magic. I will not allow him to conquer me!”
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: Now that it’s the work week I don’t quite have as much time to write, but I promise to do my best to keep the wait as brief as possible. I adore every review and am very grateful for each!
Chapter Three:
A trap is was indeed. As they turned and spurred their horses on, ropes that had been hidden by forest debris suddenly sprung up and tripped the horses causing them to fall and their passengers to be deposited on the hard ground.
Before Erestor could blink, his companion had his sword at the ready. He himself had a pair of knives for close combat. They had not even seen the borders of Mirkwood! How could things already be going wrong?
The noise grew in intensity and Glorfindel knew that only one aggressor would be this loud in the woods.
“I wouldn’t raise your weapon, elf. You are hopelessly outnumbered and we would hate to have to hurt you.”
The warrior turned at the sound of the voice and found himself facing the blade of a sword. The blade was poor and rusty and looked long overdue for retirement. Holding its handle was a man who looked as ragged as his weapon. His face was tired and dirty. More men came into view and Glorfindel knew the speaker was right; sheer numbers outmatched them. Even the finest fighter cannot be everywhere at once.
“Why do you trap us?” Glorfindel asked, still ignoring the man’s demand that he lower his sword.
“That,” Came a powerful, commanding voice, with a tone on the edge of vocal dusk, approaching from the side, “has yet to be determined until your value can be surmised.”
Both elves turned to look at the man that was clearly the leader of this rag-tag bunch. He strode forward with utmost confidence far beyond what one would call arrogance. Unlike his followers, he wore an expensive looking fur cape over his clothes of deep burgundy. The sandy brown of the fur matched his brown hair and eyes.
Obviously, he kept most of their fortune to himself and spared nothing to the others in the same of loyalty and companionship.
“Who are you?” Glorfindel asked with uncovered rage in his voice.
He stood before them, unraveled by Glorfindel’s sword still drawn at the ready. “Forgive my manners,” he spoke, “such niceties are wasted on my kinsmen who live a more…rough lifestyle you might say. I am Kian, and I hale from no lands and give my loyalty to no king.” He laughed at his description of his group. “We live and take what we can. A simple life for simple men.”
A dark gaze was locked onto Glorfindel’s blue eyes and after a moment of tense silence, the man tore his gaze to the other elf they had caught.
Kian’s world would be forever changed. Dark eyes, deep as the night stared at him and almost seemed to peer into his very soul. Never had another looked at him in such a way and it he almost gasped in spite of himself. Not once had this man, who lived on the borders of civility, been taken over by another. In Erestor, though, he found something he thought was never meant for him and his heart wept at this fateful outcome.
For they may not have many rules in their unsophisticated world, but one they do obey is this: love between two of the same gender is strictly forbidden. Never can a man love another and Kian vowed that no one would know what had just happened in his heart during this momentary glance. Never.
“It would be proper,” the man said hesitantly after clearing his throat, “that you both introduce yourselves.”
Erestor thought he saw something beyond the normal sinister nature of the man, a feel he could not name. Looking at his feet, he decided not to make such eye contact with this Kian if it could be avoided.
“We are travelers seeking passage through these lands.” Glorfindel said when it was obvious Erestor was not going to talk, “You have no right to restrain us so.”
“Right? No, perhaps not, but we have you anyway. We shall find some profit from your capture.” Kian smiled. “Now, lower your sword or face the consequences. We can hurt you without killing you quite easily.”
Knowing he was outmatched, Glorfindel slowly complied. There would be other opportunities later.
“Names?” He asked again.
“I am Erestor and my friend is Glorfindel and we are not your enemy.” The advisor spoke and Kian was almost startled by his voice.
“Good, but we are yours, now come with us.” Kian turned and began walking towards a clearing in the woods with tents and fires. Clearly it was their camp and easily moveable. They had mastered the nomadic ways well.
Another man, one of the poor subordinates came forward leading the two horses with another. “They were not too badly injured in their fall, my Lord.”
“Excellent, let’s see what we have.”
The leader rummaged through their packs and halted quickly upon finding something very interesting. “Why now, who does this belong to?” He held up a beautiful robe, made with gold and find velvet. Only worn by one of great status. He brought the piece of clothing over to Glorfindel and held it up, “Oh, too small for you, blondie.” He snickered and walked in front of Erestor with almost a little reverence. “This must be yours. That would seem to make you one of great importance. Perhaps a Lord, or the son of a King? Perhaps a high member of an elven court? No matter, you shall be of great worth, I think.”
The dark elf could only look around the man with hopes of seeking some opportunity for escape. Man were all around, there were more here at the camp than in the woods. There would be no fleeing at this time.
“Tie them up! I will figure something out.”
Kian watched as the pair of elves were lead into one of the unoccupied tents. Still holding the robe, he walked into his own private tent and once he was alone he gazed at what he held. Holding it up to his nose, he smelled the floral fragrance it held.
The man found himself thinking lustful thoughts, and in his mind, evil thoughts that bring to him nothing but punishment and death. Furious, he threw the fabric as far as he could and fell to his knees.
“That elf,” he mumbled, “that elf has…possessed me with some sort of dark magic. I will not allow him to conquer me!”
TBC