Barriers both Noble and Arduous

Fic Name : Barriers Both Noble and Arduous 3/?
Pairing : Glorfindel/Erestor, Haldir/Elladan, Elrohir/Erestor (sort of), Elrohir/Elladan (sort of).
Rating : NC17
Timeline : During the Third Age before the War of the Ring.
Synopsis : Erestor fights with the past, Glorfindel is wounded severely.
Several factors complicate them getting together, but love blossoms amid the pain.
Disclaimer : I don't claim to own anything or make any money. Suing me will not do any good, you'd get a quarter at the most. Tolkien owns all the pretty elves.
Author's n: I : I am really excited by the good reviews I have been getting for this story, I‘m glad you like my portrayal of Erestor. I hope that I live up to your expectations, and ple do do comment.:)


Chapter Three

He stumbled from the bed, feeling absolutely horrid. Pain lashed at his forehead like a thousand goblins were hammering at the entrance to Imladris. Elves usually -didn’t- get sick but for some reason he was feeling like his insides wanted to be on the outside. After a while of steadying himself the feeling gradually washed away and he began to breathe normally again.

What in Arda had all that been about? He’d never woken up in the middle of the night before. Thankfully it was gone quickly and he was beginning to feel normal again, though very much unsettled.

His hands shook and he stared at them carefully. A vision rose in his mind. Glorfindel. Damn the elf. He had haunted his footsteps while he remained in Rivendell, and now he was haunting his dreams since he had left!

It had only been a little more than a day or two for goodness sake! They were probably not far from the borders of Imladris. Erestor ground his teeth. Why did he have to have these thoughts -now-? Annoyed, he stalked out of his rooms in his night robe and strode towards the library. At least there he might find some peace.

Unfortunately. Peace was not to be had. For Elrohir was stretched out leisurely on one of the sofas, his robe half open while lazily reading a book that had certainly -not- been a title Erestor had supplied to the library. Of the twins, Elrohir who was usually the more demure, until hertedrted to speak. He was a dedicated sculptor and musician, unlike his warrior brother. He was a storyteller, and a bard and he had been present when Glorfindel had taken complete advantage of his close proximity to Erestor.

“Merry Night, Erestor.” he looked up from his pages. “What brings you here so late, and looking your most somberness, even.” Elrohir seemed to delight in teasing him about his strict nature and Erestor scowled at Elrond’s youngest son.

“I see I shall have to seek solace elsewhere. Good night.” he said between his teeth and made to turn.

“Oh, ease up, Master Erestor. Do.” Elrohir sat up and stretched. “I was just funning. What’s wrong? You look like something the orc dragged in.”

“OH -thank- you for your fine assessment of my attributes, Elrohir.” Erestor said dryly. “If something were wrong, you would be the last person I would discuss it with. Don’t you have a maiden to entertain?”

Elrohir laughed merrily in that annoyingly cheerful way he had, “I’m all out of maiden’s tonight.” he winked. “I’ve been reading a most interesting book. Have you taken a look at it?”

Erestor eyed the tome warily, yes…he -had- seen the book and more of its like. He had also thought they had all been removed from the library shelves, though they seemed to always find their way back. Erotic tales of a lovestruck nonsense, certainly not fhe fhe faint of heart for they were tales of elvish males, and Elrohir had no business reading such nonsense. “I hardly think that your father would approve of such reading material.” Erestor’s nose crinkled.

“OH I find it -fascinating-. Did you know that an elf male can be fully pleasured by…” Elrohir began and then his voiced died down at Erestor’s withering stare. “I’m sure Elladan knows more about this than I…perhaps I should ask him.”

“You will do nothing of the sort.” Erestor snapped. Children.

“You kissed Glorfindel the other night. What was it like?” Elrohir pressed the matter, his eyes gazing up at his father’s advisor innocently. Mostly innocently, anyway. Erestor knew better.

“I did -not- kiss Glorfindel. -He- kissed -me-. There’s a difference. As to what it was like it was…” Erestor had been about to say it had been the most awful moment of his life but for some reason his heart flip-flopped and he felt weak. His legs betrayed him then and the advisor sat heavily onto the couch next to Elrohir. “You should not be asking me these things. Its not proper.” he decided, glaring at the young elf.

Elrohir pouted. “I shall have to find out myself then. Perhaps I can practice on Elladan! I’m sure he’d like that. He gets kisses all the time, you know.”

“NO you will -not- practice on Elladan!” Erestor glowered at Elrohir. “He is your brother, for goodness sake. Have some sense.”

“Oh come -on-. Please tell me. What is it like to kiss another male? I know all about kissing maidens. But…” Elrohir’s eyes widened. “Hm…” Then a devilish glint flashed in his eyes and suddenly he pounced Erestor. The more agile elf had already pinned the startled advisor before he could make an effort to get away. “If I can’t practice on Elladan, I may as well practice on someone I know.”

Then the incorrigible elf leant forward and took Erestor’s lips as they hung open in shock. It was the second time in 48 hours that he had been kissed without his leave! The young elf’s tongue pressed within himrcinrcing a response from the beleaguered advisor, his fingers clutching at Erestor’s robe. Good Valar, if anyone walked in and saw this! Elrond would have his head.

Not that it wasn’t pleasant, mind you. Erestor found himself enjoying the contact as much as the purring youngling in his lap did. The hormones of youth were quickly taking control of the current situation and if he did not do something

-soon-. “Elrohir…” he managed a shaky breath r thr the young elf finally released him, still kissing his jaw, and his neck.

“Mmm?” Elrohir murmured, snuggling up against Erestor like a content kitten. “You taste good.” he said softly, leaning his head against the elder elf’s chest.

Erestor sighed and relented, letting his arms wrap around the younger elf. Something was obviously bothering Elrohir as much as it was bothering him. He soon realized that all the energy displayed by Elrond’s youngest son had nothing whatsoever to do with him and after a while a hand reached up to gently stroke the soft hair. “What is the matter?”

“Somethings wrong out there.” Elrohir whispered, his fingers playing at the fabric of Erestor’s robes. “I couldn’t sleep. I kept feeling him. Elladan.”

“I couldn’t sleep either.” Erestor admitted, but because he had felt similar emotions regarding Glorfindel. Why? He was not bonded to the elder elf. In fact, he didn’t even -like- Glorfindel. He could understand Elrohir’s worry though, twins shared a special bond.

“He will come back, won’t he?” Elrohir looked up at Erestor with a faint touch of tears behind his eyes. Clearly the young elf had been worrying half the night. Erestor nodded softly.


“Of course he will…of course they will. Do not worry so.”

“May I sleep with you tonight?” Elrohir blurted the words out without really thinking, probably. “We don’t have to do anything, but I can’t go back to my room right now. Please?”

We don’t have to do anything. Erestor almost laughed at the irony of that comment. He would never even -dream- of touching Elrohir had the elf not pounced him just now. One transgression in the House of Elrond was enough. Two would certainly not see him favored. “I do not think that is a good idea.” he shook his head. For his sanity, and for the sake of their current emotions. “Why don’t we just rest here, and I’ll read something to you? Perhaps it will help you sleep?”

He felt very old then because Elrohir’s eyes lit up at the idea and he soon made himself comfortable on the couch. “I’d like that. Something exciting please, and no dreary bird research. I’ve had just about enough of father‘s new hobby.”

Erestor smirked, “No dreary bird research, I promise.” He selected a tale and likewise made himself comfortable, careful to keep his distance from the other elf. Elrohir’s kiss had been pleasant…but he was not…

He was not Glorfindel.

“Erestor?” Elrohir smiled a little slyly from his side of the couch as the advisor began to read.

“Yes?”

“I liked kissing you. You’re very good at it.” He said with a cheeky smile and then leaned into the pillows, listening contently to the story and ignoring the glare he received after that comment.

As his voice went through the tale his mind could not help settling upon a certain blonde warrior, his heart filled with worry for reasons he did not understand.

******

Elladan worked quickly, for Glorfindel had already lost a lot of blood. The blonde was writhing fthe the pain, and shivering from cold. He had draped several cloaks over him but the pale elf’s teeth were still chattering. “I can’t see … my eye.” Glorfindel moaned a little as he reached out. “Erestor? Is that you?”

Erestor? Elladan frowned a little as he worked to stitch the wound in the side of Glorfindel’s head. “No, tis Elladan, my friend.” He spoke softly and gently. “We are not in Rivendell.” And this made it imperative that Glorfindel remain -quiet-. “Quiet down now. Ali, ar, are you finished with that medication yet?”

He was often considered to be the calmer of the twins. The better to have around in a crisis.

“Very soon, My lord.” The female elf ranger said softly as she grounded the root into the wooden dish as quickly as possible.

“Erestor…” Glorfindel moaned as the deft fingers of Elrond’s eldest son worked quickly. Dark thoughts plagued the blonde elf’s mind as he slipped in and out of consciousness. Things that had not been said, actions that had been done at the wrong moments. Things he regretted. Things he wanted to say and do. Things he wanted to see. Most of all, he wanted the elf he loved. Yes…loved. He’d come to realize it centuries ago, but had done nothing about it until recently. Erestor had just seemed so cool, so aloof. Untouchable. Until the recent evening and Glorfindel had tasted the lips previously forbidden to him.

Pain wracked his body as Elladan touched a most tender nerve and he nearly blacked out again. “Oh no you don’t.” Elladan said sharply, “Stay with me now. Just about done. Alisiel! Now…” He ignored the pain in his leg where he had been shot, Glorfindel was the one who needed the most attention before they could ride again. The horde was not far behind, and the chase was on. They had been unprepared for the attack, but so far no one had been lost.

Their voices were fading away, as though they were coming from a far off place. Only one face kept him conscious, one vision. Erestor was calm and proud, stroking his cheek gently, willing him to remain in this earth. Cool fingers were placed against his warm head, some kind of medication. He licked his dry lips and tasted his own blood.

To Be Continued…

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