Against all odds

Chapter thirty-seven escalations

Elladan was shocked when someone unexpectedly threw him to the floor and he quickly turned. He gazed up at Lindir’s angry face and the amount of rage in the orbs took him aback. “Lindir?” Lindir stepped closer and now hovered over him. His eyes shot daggers at him and his voice was pure venom when he spoke. “You wrote them, why did you do that. I told you not to do that, I trusted you.”

Elladan quickly stood up. He was unable to believe this was Lindir. He had never seen Lindir like this. Never before had the elf lost his temper, let alone get this angry and Elladan felt a bit scared. But he refused to show it. “I know not what you’re talking about. I wrote no one.”
Lindir took an aim for him and only elven reflexes saved Elladan from getting hit in the nose. “Lindir, what’s gotten into you?” Another aim and Elladan grasped that arm as well, hoping Lindir would soon calm down. “Lindir, please, what is wrong? I wrote no one.”

“Your friend is right, my son. He didn’t write us. No one wrote us. We heard of your joy from passers by, travellers who have passed through here as well. Don’t take out your anger at your friends.” He cringed under Lindir’s glare and felt admired the twin was able to bear it.
“We left as soon as we heard. Do you really think we would not want to be present at your wedding? And please forgive me my manners before, I have not yet properly introduced us.”
He addressed Elladan, knowing Lindir needed some time to calm down. “My name is Quentalëndil and this is my wife Tyelcë. We are Lindir’s parents, come to wish him and his fiancée all the best.”
His wife stepped forward. “Lindir, darling, why did you not write us? I am so pleased you finally found happiness. Who is she, the girl that stole your heart?”

Lindir seemed to whither within himself and Elladan reached for him but he saw Glorfindelke hke his head. The look in the blue orbs told him to obey and keep his distance. /But Lindir…/

Glorfindel carefully walked forward and kneeled next to Lindir. “Come meldir, let me help you.” He looked up at the two concerned elves and found it hard not to glare at them. “Pray tell me why you’ve brought her? Or why you came at all? I thought Lindir was clear enough last time. He doesn’t wish to see you ever again.” He felt sorry for confusing Elladan like this, but right his his only concern was Lindir and if this escalated they might have a catatonic Lindir on their hands. “Well, do I get an answer or do I have to lock you up?”

Quentalëndil held out his hands, palms up, as a sign of peace. “Peace, Glorfindel. We came because we heard about Lindir’s upcoming wedding. Do you find it odd we would wish to see that or to welcome the beauty that has taken his heart?”
Glorfindel shook his head. “Nay I don’t, but you could have picked a better time to come. The wedding isn’t until another year.”
Quentalëndil smiled. “Oh, well, the travellers didn’t mention that. They merely stated our son was getting married. We figured time might be of the essence if we were to give our blessings to the couple. But now you must answer one of my questions, Glorfindel, for I fear my son is way to shaken to do that. I wish to learn about her.”
Glorfindel’s eyebrow rose at the word. He could feel Lindir started to shake and carefully handed the now standing elf to Elladan, knowing hiuch uch would calm him down.

Lindir immediately sagged against his body and Elladan held him close, soothing him, while he watched the scene with interest. The blond’s actions warned him to stay alert.

Glorfindel chose his words carefully. “You mean -him-, don’t you?”
Tyelcë shrieked and reached for the wall to support herself while her husband merely gaped. “What? Him? But that s…” s…”
Glorfindel waited for the inevitable, grateful for the fact he was here to prevent the worst.
Tyelcë shook her head. “Impossible. Lindir, you can’t marry a male. You can’t.”

Elladan felt him tense and tightened his hold, throwing the female a death glare. “Why don’t you just leave? You’ve harmed him enough, don’t you think.”
She glared back. “How dare you address me thus? He’s my son and I know what’s best for him.” She snorted. “You’re probably the one that’s planted this idea in his head in the first place. Well, Elrohir.”
“Elladan actually. Elrohir’s heart lies elsewhere.” Elladan saw Quentalëndil understood his words and he looked at him. Despite what was happening right now he could see a caring soul in him and he instinctively knew Lindir’s father would accept it.
But Tyelcë was another matter. “I don’t care whether you are Elladan or Elrohir. You, and your twin, will stay away from my son. Forever. Do I make myself clear? I will not allow anyone to plant those silly ideas in his head.”

She growled and grabbed Lindir’s wrist. “Come on, young one, to your room. I will see to it that they can’t hurt you anymore. And we’ll find you a nice comely she-elf to make you happy.”
Elladan wanted to stop her, but Glorfindel held him back. “Nay, wait.” He had seen a sudden change in Lindir. Normally he cringed when confronted with his mother and he had done so the last minutes. But just now something seemed to have snapped and Glorfindel could see anger sparkling to live. He knew it were the insults to Elladan that had caused it and he realised he had to it happen now. If he didn’t stop Elladan Lindir would never fully heal.

Quentalëndil threw Elladan an apologetic glance and made to follow them but then the unexpected happened.
Lindir snatched his arm from his mother’s death grip and stepped back, glaring at her.w daw dare you!”
Tyelcë cocked her head and smiled. “Lindir, come on, don’t make a scene.”
He snorted and Elladan noticed it sounded just like the ones she had uttered. “Was that you not making a scene? Well; then I have news for you: you gave a pour performance. You had no right to speak like that. He is Elladan Peredhel, Elrond’s son and heir to he throne of Imladris. Don’t you forget that, -mother-” The word was mocking and his glare intensified. “Leave, for there is no wedding, not fnothnother year. Come back then if you must, but I will not see you before.”
Tyelcë shook her head. “Lindir, I am sorry if my words upset you but you have clearly been bewitched or something. You are acting out of character and you know how we feel about marriage.”
Lindir nodded. “I have to continue the family line.” He snorted. “I’ve stopped caring about that millennia ago. When I turned 45 to be exact. I shall wed whomever I wish and I am pleased he wants me as well. And you’re right. I have been placed under a spell for he’s rather enchanting.”

He turned and walked back to Elladan and Glorfindel. He gratefully accepted the encouraging smile Glorfindel threw him and smiled weakly at Elladan who was staring at him in wonder and disbelief. “I’ve never seen you this…this…this strong.”
Linlauglaughed a bitter laugh. “Then why do feel so weak, frightened and cowardice?” His eyes showed his need and Elladan acted instantly, pulling him close and placing his lips on Lindir’s.

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Elrohir looked up when Legolas entered. He was about to ask the blond where he’d been but halted upon seeing the lost expression. Worried he walked towards him. “Legolas, what is wrong?”

Legolas was torn in two. He so much wanted to tell Elrohir his father deemed it safe for him to return but on the other hand he was tempted to never mention it, pretend it had never arrived. But he knew that would still have the same result. He would die. He sighed and shrugged, throwing himself down on the bed.

Elrohir’s worry increased now that the blond acted so strangely. Then he saw Legolas’ back shake as he cried. He had never seen Legolas cry. Legolas was too proud to cry. He gently sat down beside him and touched his shoulder. “Legolas, please, what’s wrong?” When the blond didn’t respond he tried again. “Please tell me. I guarantee it will make you feel better and I talk from personal experience, you know that. Please, you’ve always been there for me. Now let me comfort you?”

Legolas slowly turned and faced him. The emptiness of the eyes shocked Elrohir. He had seen that look once before. He felt a cold creep around his heart. “Legolas, tell me.” His voice sounded panicked and worried.

Legolas closed his eyes when he heard it. “Father send word.” Elrohir gasped and pulled him close. “What’s wrong? Is it about your nemesis?”
Legolas nodded. Unable to speak further he showed Elrohir the letter. The Peredhel read the note and smiled. “Legolas, you can go home. You finally get to show us around.”

Legolas raised his eyes to Elrohir’s and the begging in them made the twin cringe. He had never seen Legolas like this. “Legolas?” Maybe he had changed his mind and didn’t wish to take them anymore.

Legolas sobbed like a child against his shoulder and he wished he knew what to do or say to make him feel better. /Humour. He’s always used humour on me./
“Maybe you should write your father and warn him half of Imladris is coming with you. For I refuse to go without Elladan, which means Lindir is coming as well, even if I have to drag them both there by their hairs. And that will probably result in ata and Erestor wanting to come as well, for they love Lindir’s voice too much to be parted of it for too long. And where they go, Glorfindel goes. With an entire army, I might add. Imagine the sight of the Mirkwood guards when we approach their trees, all those Imladrian warriors, with Elrond’s family riding upfront, lead by you. Can you see their faces?”

It worked for Legolas started grinning. “I can. Thank you, I needed that. But I’m not looking forward to going home and telling ata about you. I’ve never realised but he won’t approve.”
Elrohir fingered a lock. “Don’t worry about it. Go home and forget me.”
Legolas’ head snapped up at an alarming rate. “Nay, never. Elrohir, I love you. I meant every word I ever said to you. My heart beats for you. How can you ask me to go home and forget you?”

His anger suddenly faded and he sagged back to him. “My fate is sealed.” His voice was resigned and Elrohir shook him. “Legolas, what are you talking about? You’re scaring me. What is wrong with you? You look like nana.”
His voice walledlled with pain but it wasn’t an old pain; it was a new one. When he had spoken the words it wasn’t his mother’s face that filled his mind’s eye, but Legolas’. He could already see Legolas death and suddenly recognized the signs. Legolas was already fading. “Nay, Legolas, nay. I won’t let you fade. I didn’t do this so you could die.” He shook him hard.

Legolas smiled meekly. “Didn’t stop me from losing my heart to you.” His hand cupped Elrohir’s face and his smile widened. “I will die, whether I stay here and forsake my family or go and abandon you. I prefer to die in your arms though.”
Elrohir shook him once more and suddenly the blond’s body went limp in his arms. “No, Legolas, no, you can’t fade, you can’t die.”

His only thought was to get help and he only knew of one person to do that. His father.
Without wasting time he dashed through the corridors. He didn’t look at his surroundings and failed to notice the elves before him a tur turned another corner. He ran straight into Elladan, kissing Lindir. They yelped as a force suddenly knocked them down.
Elrohir muttered something unintelligible, scrambled to his feet and took off again.
One look to Elladan and Lindir pulled him to his feet, following the running twin, dragging Elladan behind him.
Glorfindel followed suit and broke into a run himself. This was an unexpected turn of events.

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“Will you relax? Your tension is making me edgy.ElroElrond sighed. “I would love to, melmë, but I can’t. I’ve got the feelings things are no longer under my control and” Erestor effectively silenced him and guided his lover to their bed. “I think I know just how to make you loosen up.” He smiled wickedly and Elrond shook his head. “What did I do bringing you back?” Erestor grinned, enjoying the tease. “You got yourself into trouble.”
“How true. But I’m afraid I’m not in the mood today. Not with Legolas like this, did you see the look on his face? And then there’s Lindir. I’ve got the uncanny feelings things are about to” He stopped mid-sentence when Erestor pushed him on the bed and started to strip. “To…to” His eyes were fixed on the body before him and every movement Erestor made went straight to his groin. Rational thought was becoming difficult. “to…eh...to…erm...what was I saying?”

Erestor smiled and settled on his lap, a wicked glitter in his eyes. Slowly he started working on Elrond’s robes and one by one they left the taller elf’s body.
Elrond stared at his lover in rapture. Erestor continued to amaze and surprise him and he wondered what his lover would do next. But right now he didn’t care. All that mattered was the elf straddling him.

Growing angry at the distance between them he pulled Erestor closer and claimed his lips. Erestor answered his passion, his hands never ending the caresses and unbuttoning.
Elrond sighed when his member was finally released and involuntarily he bucked against his lover. Erestor smiled. “That eager?”

He placed some loving kisses on Elrond’s chest. He had wanted to make Elrond claim him, but seeing the need in Elrond’s eyes he changed his plans. He knew Elrond would never ask for it, but he was going to get it. “Turn around.”

In a haze Elrond complied, never once wondering why Erestor requested him to do so.
Feeling the sheet rub his sex he tried to create more friction, but Erestor’s hands settled on his hips, keeping him from moving about too much. About to ask Erestor what he wanted he gasped as a tongue started licking the entrance to his body. “Erestor?”

Erestor ignored him and continued his ministrations. He knew Elrond craved it; his entire body was tense and begging for it. Somehow he knew Elrond was ready to take him and he blanketed Elrond, burying his face in the silken strands. “I want to bring you pleasure. Will you let me?”

Elrond was unable to move due to the tight hold Erestor had unconsciously placed him in. He twisted his head a little, causing his hair to caress Erestor’s face. The moans that entered his hearing were music to his ears. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to do it because you feel you have to.”
Erestor smiled and silenced him with a kiss. “I want to. But not without your consent.”
Elrond smiled lovingly at him. “That you always have.”
Erestor’s eyes turned wicked and Elrond swallowed, wondering if those had been the wrong words. Instinctively he knew Erestor was the kind of lover to do impulsive and unexpected things. Elrond knew Erestor was bound to enter a council one day and claim him there. The image of it made him shudder in anticipation and he hungrily claimed Erestor’s lips.

Erestor abandoned his mouth and started lavishing Elrond’s neck and hair, while positioning himself. He entered slowly, antagozingly slow to Elrond and yet he found it heightening his spirit. Every thrust was slow and careful, bringing him closer and closer, without allowing him to reach his orgasm.
“Ai… Erestor…more…harder…pllllllease.”
Erestor grinned at his begging lover but shook his head. “Nay, I promised to bring you pleasure and ecstasy only.” He could see his lover was close, had been close, and reached for his member, stroking it and speeding up, but only a fraction.

About to reach his peak Elrond saw the door fly open and Elrohir ran into the room. “Ata, Erestor, I need your help, it’s Legolas and…”

Elladan and Lindir were right behind him, stopping dead when they saw what they were interrupting. Elladan blushed and tried to leave, pulling Lindir along, but Glorfindel had already entered and ran into them. All three elves fell to the floor in a loud thud. They had a hard time getting themselves up for they didn’t want to look over at the bed.

Elrohir was oblivious to the present actions and continued his talk, already standing next to the bed. “Please you have to come. I’ve only saw that look in nana and she left and I don’t want Legolas to fade and I...”

Elrond was having a difficult time, he couldn’t scream out his pleasure now and Erestor was making it rather hard. His lover had not noticed the arrival of the others and continued his actions and ministrations, his face buried in Elrond’s hair.
Elrond’s face contorted when he was about to receive a shattering orgasm. “Melmë, we’ve got companyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy”

Looking up at those weird words Erestor’s face became one of shock when he saw a babbling Elrohir standing next to the bed and noises behind him informed him the twin wasn’t alone.
He wanted to pull out but Elrond’s orgasm brought him there too. He fell down on his lover, burying his face in the now moist hair and sheets and pillows, trying to smother his pleasure cry. /Next time I lock the door./
If Elrohir hadn’t been here, so obviously oblivious he wouldn’t have bothered but Elrohir was too delicate for such foolish actions.

Glorfindel had finally managed to get himself off the floor and grabbed Elrohir by the shoulders. “Out of here. You can tell me what’s wrong, but we are getting out of here.”
Elrohir shook himself free. “Nay, I need ata. Ata please you have to come.” He tugged at his father’s hair the way he had when he was little, but it had little effect. Both elves were still under the influence of their passion waves. Elrond never had such an experience before and he would enjoy more of this. /But then I’ll lock the door./
Elrohir wanted his father to come now and he pulled at his arm, dragging him out of bed. “Ata, you have to come.”

The sudden movement caused Erestor to fall off Elrond, pulling out rather unexpected and too rashly. Elrond yelped at the pain that slashed through him at that, stunned to find the ground coming closer. Elladan had averted his eyes and now practically ran from the room. He definitely did not wish to see his father making out. “It will take years for this to erase from my mind. Ai, Elrohir.” Lindir pulled his beloved close. “I don’t think Elrohir even realises they were…ehm…at it.”

Glorfindel hastily approached Elrond and kneeled down. “Meldir, are you all right?”
Elrond looked up, his eyes still clouded in passion and ecstasy. “Why…did…you…not…stop…them?”
He was panting hard and accepted Glorfindel’s hand to help him up, hissing when he felt the pain. /No repeat any time soon./ He saddened at the thought and glared at Elrohir for causing it.

Erestor scrambled of the bed and now stood beside his lover, looking rather worried. Glorfindel happily noted his nakedness didn’t seem to matter. “Elrohir, I hope you have a very good explanation for this?”
Elrohir nodded frantically. “Didn’t you listen? Legolas is fading and he needs help. Please, ata, you must come with me.” Again he started pulling but Erestor jerked him right back. “Not like this we aren’t. It might not matter to you but I do believe others will take offence when they see us naked.”
He grabbed their clothes together, handing Elrond his. This made Elrond snap back to the present and he hastily put them on. “I do believe we have to place a bolt on our door, melmë.”

Exiting the room he bumped into Elladan and Lindir. “You’re getting lax, Elladan, if you can no longer catch your brother.” He noted the reddening cheeks and smiled satisfied. He had to suffer just now and he wanted a little payback.

Heading in the right direction he saw two strange elves coming his way. “Glorfindel, will you deal with those strange elves. I believe Elrohir wants me somewhere fast.”
But before Glorfindel had reached the party one of the elves had already stepped before the elvenlord. “Lord Elrond, it is a honour we finally meet.”
Elrond inclined his head. “Thank you, but I am in a bit of a hurry and…”
She nodded. “Of course, my lord. I just thought I’d introduce myself. I’m Lindir’s mother, you see, Tyelcë is the name and we came here because we heard he getting married.”
Elrond gave a curt nod. “He is, now please excuse me.”

Still the woman did not stand aside. “I was hoping you could take a look at my son. He seems to have been placed under some spell or something.”
The elf next to her seized his attempts to pull her back and addressed Elrond in stead. “Please, my lord, forgive her. She knows not what she says.”
She snorted. “Yes I do. It’s weird, unnatural and nothing for our son. How will he provide for heirs? Not when he’s fucking a male, which is”
“Enough!”

Elrond’s voice cut through the air. He glared at the woman in front of him and pulled Erestor closer. “I assure you your son is under no spell, though I doubt you’ll believe me considering who my lover is.” He placed a loving kiss on Erestor’s cheek and continued. “My son Elladan and Lindir have wished to wed and I welcome it.”
“But, my lord, they need heirs.”
His voice turned to ice, which warned any elf to stop their actions. “Two things. One: we are elves and not likely to die. Two: I value love above the need of heirs or anything else.”

He brushed past her. “And if you’ll excuse us.” He cast one quick look at Glorfindel who nodded. He would take care of them.

End chapter 37
TBC

Translations
Quentalëndil history lover
Tyelcë agile one

Note:
I hadn’t planned on bringing up Lindir’s parents but the ending I originally had seemed wrong so I deleted it. Means more chapters though.