The Wrong Path

Title: The Wrong Path
Author: erviniae
Chapter 3/?
Prompt: #45 “The Wrong Path”
For the Hall of Books challenge
Pairing: Erestor/Ecthelion, Glorfindel
Rating: PG to eventual NC-17
Warning: AU, Angst, M/M
Disclaimer: All belongs to the esteemed Tolkien. I make no profit
in having fun with his wonderful universe.
Summary: Sometimes the wrong path is often the
Right one.
Feedback: If you would be so kind.

The moon and its secrets.


Evening was torture. Time moved as slowly as the river does when its banks freeze during winter. Trying hard not to appear as jittery as he felt, Erestor decided it would be best to spend the evening in his room so as to not draw a suspicious eye to himself. After tidying up, and after a long bath, he sat on the wide window seat while longing for the moon to rise. Wrapped in a warm bathrobe, he survived the nightly knocks at his door as one by one, each parent said their goodnights before retiring for their rest. His stomach felt as if it was doing combat training; his hands began to sweat, and his heart threatened to burst forth from his chest. Willing himself to calm down, he began the task of dressing for his rendezvous with his heart’s desire. Never did he think this day would come, or even be possible to achieve.

Deciding upon a simple dark tunic of deepest blue and leggings of black, he folded his sleek black hair into one thick plait and waited for quiet to settle about his house as well as the city itself. With stealth he made his way past his parent’s bedroom, down the winding stairs, through the kitchen and out to what may lie ahead. He knew his life was about to change and he found enchantment in the very prospect.

Ecthelion fared much the same. Though he knew well the consequences would be dire if they were to be found out. He began to doubt. What if he were imagining their attraction? What if this was a trap by another House to expose and ensnare him? Thinking back to the way Erestor’s hair had smelled; the quiver of his skin as they touched, brought all his confidence back quickly.

Standing in the line of trees out of view, Ecthelion watched as Erestor entered the training ground and he began to tremble. His legs felt weak. He was unsure they would work. Stepping out slightly, Erestor caught the movement and made his way to the line of trees. Stopping directly before
Ecthelion, he gave a nervous smile to which Ecthelion offered his hand to the beauty before him. A slender hand placed itself within his hesitantly, only to be held to guide him further into the surrounding wood.

They walked hand in hand for quite some time. Neither said a word but gave furtive glances to the other from time to time. Finally Ecthelion stopped, deeming them far enough away from prying eyes to just be who they were meant to be. Leaning back against a huge oak, one knee bent so as his foot lay against the rough bark, Ecthelion drew Erestor near him. Boldly, Erestor leaned his thigh against Ecthelion’s bent leg as strong yet gentle hands reached to caress his beautiful face. Ecthelion was at a loss for words. He just caressed the soft skin before him with such affection as to have Erestor lean into each caress, eyes closed and ruby mouth slightly open. Running his fingers against those luscious petal soft lips, Ecthelion found that he was very much aroused by this simple contact alone. As Erestor opened his eyes slowly, Ecthelion whimpered at the emotion he saw in them, for it was a passion that mimicked his own.

Erestor’s hands began to hesitantly explore Ecthelion’s face as well. Tracing the lord’s lips with his fingertips, he gasped at finding them suddenly drawn into the mouth before him. Ecthelion lovingly licked each one slowly, bringing such sparks of desire to Erestor, that he grew harder than he had ever imagined one could.

A hand caressed its way along Erestor’s jaw line, past a perfect ear and came to rest on the nape of his neck. Drawing him closer, Ecthelion forgot how to breathe as those petal soft lips inched ever nearer until they finally met in a sweet brushing of yearning. Soft, gentle kisses soon gave way to longer, more passionate needs. Leaning his body completely against Ecthelion brought their arousals into perfect contact as hands started to explore. Erestor ran his along that strong leg only to find it move to hold him in place around the waist. Hips automatically began rotating, pulsing against the other in a heated contact of want and need.

Tongues began to explore every crevice of a mouth, an ear, and a neck. Heavy breathing and soft moaning broke the silence of the tranquil night as the forbidden lovers became acquainted with each other under the moonlight.

Breaking their kiss, Ecthelion rested his forehead against Erestor’s. “So beautiful,” he whispered against swollen lips.

“Yes…you are,” breathed Erestor as he once more took the lord’s mouth in a searing kiss that went straight to their groins…igniting the fire within their core. Ecthelion groaned loudly in reply. His hands smoothed down Erestor’s back, past slim hips to grab the sweetest mounds, both hard and yet so soft. Putting his leg down, he pulled his love against him by his beautiful ass and together they ground lustfully against each other.

Erestor whimpered at the sudden contact and feeling overwhelmed with emotion, he shuddered with sensation- his hands instinctively going to the ties at Ecthelion’s leggings, then to his own, bringing their pulsating cocks together- flesh against flesh. It was wanton and desperate with pre-cum steadily slicking their glorious friction. Their kissing became frenzied, teeth biting lips, tongues being suckled as both felt the inevitable combustion start deep within their beings. Nothing else mattered at that moment…only what they were feeling, only what they were doing. Erestor’s head fell back as he let out a series of quick shuddering breaths as delicious whimpers left those exquisite lips.

Watching the beauty in his passions before him brought on the release of the lord of the fountain. He closed his eyes and let go such a moan when he came that Erestor found it the most erotic thing he had ever been witness to. Their stomach, hips and groins were covered in the thick cream of their spent passions as they stayed there holding onto one another, each with their head on the other’s shoulder. Turning heads to face each other, they shared gentle, loving kisses as the moon watched over them.

“If this is wrong,” whispered Erestor with love thick in his voice, “then let me be found guilty.”


TBC…


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