Falling into Temptation

Title: Falling into Temptation:


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Title: Falling into Temptation:

Chapter/ Part: 4

 

Author:
Celebrian.

E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com

Web page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Celebrianlotrsfanfiction

Pairing:
Elrohir/ Glorfindel & Elrond / Erestor.

Rating:
PG13

Summary:
Elrohir wonders about the true nature of Erestor´s relationship with his
father. Glorfindel´s rationality is painfully winning over his heart.

Disclaimer:
I don’t own them :o( But they all live in my mind.

Warnings: Angs.

Author’s
notes: According to elvish majority
standards. An elf reaches adulthood at the age of 50 our 21 equivalent. So in
this story Elrohir and Elladan are between 40 and 41 elvish years. This would
make them 17 in human standards.

Elvish
Translations: Pen-neth: Young one. //
Lirimaer: Lovely one.

Feedback: Please, Please! I beg of you.

 

 

Special
thanks to my wonderful betas Emerald & Elaine. :o) This story would not
be the same with out their help. Thankyou girls!

 

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Some hours
later in sword practice…Elladan was unleashing his fury against Erestor´s
sword, while Elrohir sat pensive pretending to be watching their fictitious
fight.

 

“Be careful
you two… I do not want to loose nor my son nor my chief advisor…” A deep voice
at the main door got their attention. .

 

“Father!…I
have beaten Erestor!”

 

“You did?” Arching
an eyebrow, to express surprise Elrond looked at his lover staring at the stone
floor before facing him.

 

“He did…”
Erestor confirmed nodding with a successful smile at the wide grin in the
oldest twin’s face.

 

“You told
me, only one with great agility and strength could beat him…and I did, now I am
ready to face some orcs …We can go patrolling!…” Elladan assured anxious to his father.

 

“You have
not been able to defeat Glorfindel or me yet…when you and your brother do that.
We will consider…”

 

“That is no
fair!!! Elrohir will never beat Glorfindel!…” Elladan stated without paying
attention to his words, until he realized what he was about to say.
“…Glorfindel is too fast for him…” he ended hoping he had not made public his
brother’s secret crush…again.

 

The pensive
elf sitting in a corner threw his brother a killing glance.

 

“So is
Erestor, and you beat him…” Elrond said in Elrohir´s defence, playing dumb to
the tense situation Elladan had recently created for his brother.

 

“I was
distracted!” The dark haired elf stated not so quietly.

 

“Still
counts”. Elladan chided to his tutor proudly.

 

“Distracted?.
You should know better Erestor…” Elrond teased him.

 

“As if you
never got distracted in practice…” Staring hardly to Elrond the dark haired tutor
retorted, trying not to smirk at the Lord of Imladris shyly breaking eye
contact.



“Let us see
if you can beat me too…” Daring his son he smiled at the remembrance of shared
memories, The Lord of the house took his robe off and threw it to one side on
the floor and took the sword his lover was using.

 

Stepping
outside the stones square that had been settled as the fight zone, Erestor sat next to Elrohir. “What worries
you. Pen-Neth?” The dark haired tutor asked
after watching his skilful lover in combat with his son for some
moments.

 

“Do you
think Glorfindel is well?. Elrohir mumbled uncertain if his outspoken
concern revealed more than he really
wanted. “He left this morning and he has not came back yet…The weather is so
cruel”

 

“I am sure he
is well. He knows how to take care of himself.” Erestor tried to emphasise his
answer with a reassuring smile.

 

“I know…”
The young elf sighted heavily with worry. * But I still wish he was here…
so I could stop worrying about his safety *

 

Erestor´s
attention went back to the sword play. He watched his lover move from one side
to the other efficiently avoiding contact with his son’s sword.

 

Elladan was the twin most similar to their
father, he was a little stronger than Elrohir and his resistance in a fight was
superior to his brother’s too, whilst Elrohir was better at strategies and was
also very clever when it came to planning different tactics.

They both
had strong tempers and were very obstinate; Erestor found himself smiling at
the mental image of an obstinate Elrond. The difference between the two
brothers was clear to everybody’s eye.
Elrohir was subtle in the way he got the things he wanted, he charmed
his prey, and you would not be aware of his temper unless you provoked him.
Instead Elladauld uld always argue until he defeated his enemy, and this way he
got whatever his wish was granted.

Every day
that passed they looked more to their father…

 

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Elrohir
watched his brother’s desperate attempt to defeat their father and he smiled at
the almost impossible task. Their father was too fast for them and he indeed
had caught Erestor distracted, obviously concerned for the quietness of the
younger twin sitting at the side. Elrohir shifted faintly his head to watch his
dark haired tutor.

Erestor did
not look back at Elrohir. He was too absorbed in the elves practicing in the
fighting square.

The image
of Erestor leaving his father’s private chambers, that morning started Elrohir
thinking…

Erestor has
been friends with his father since before Elrohir and Elladan were born but so
was Glorfindel and their relationship was not the same.

As a small
child and not so often the times he had surprised his father with Glorfindel
they… spoke and laugh and make jokes, but… something was different.

For as long
as he could remember Erestor was the one in charge of waking his father every
morning, he planned his agenda for the day, he sat at Elrond´s right hand at
the table when Celebrian was not in Imladris, and the few times she was in Imladris
he would take the left side next to The Lord of the house, usually occupied by
Glorfindel.

He never
seemed to leave his father’s side. Erestor only left the city when he needed to
check the border patrols, or carry out some other task that was his
responsibility as chief advisor to the city. Was their relationship based on
nothing but friendship? Elrohir felt he that might have started to imagine
things. This had been like this all his life… Why should something have changed
now? Or was he so blind that he did not notice?.

The
youngest prince looked at his tangled hands… And there was also his mother… But
then she was never there … She had stayed in Lórien for full years or more
since the twins were six, leaving him and Elladan alone in the loving care of
their father and his acquaintances.
Erestor, Glorfindel and Lindir.

* They
have raised us…* Elrohir realized as he looked at
Erestor, who this time, looked back at him, puzzled by the look he found in his
big green eyes. THEY had always been here for them and something in his heart
told the young prince, they will always be.

 

“Still
worried for Glorfindel?”

 

“No… Well
yes I am worried. But that was not what I was just thinking.” Elrohir smiled
warmly at his tutor and looked at his father finally making Elladan drop his
sword with a clean hit.

&;
;

“I am
afraid you are not going to face orcs for quite some time…” Elrond teased his
oldest son, giving him his sword back. “Elrohir, why so quiet?”

 

“He IS
quiet.” Elladan remarked lifting the discarded weapons from the floor as
Erestor stood to help.

“No
particular reason father…” Smiling he rose to help the others picking the
different instruments from the floor.

 

“Well you
two go get a warm bath. We are suppose to have dinner within two hours.”

 

“Shall we
take these to their places Erestor? Or are we going to use them tomorrow?”
Elladan asked, holding some weapons in his arms trying hard, not to drop a
single one.

 

“Put them
in their places…” As his two young charges left he added. “I do not want Lindir
scolding me because of a disorderly house. Elrond chuckled with this last
comment attracting his lover’s gaze to him. “Pleased to amuse you My Lord…”

 

“He is
right, you are not very…organized. You never were.”

 

“Well…You
should know about that…” Erestor said fondly looking intently into the Lord of
Imladris’ grey eyes.

 

“Come…”
They started to walk side by side. “We need a bath too.”

 

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Elrond was
leaning comfortably in the bath tub, his arm around Erestor´s chest embracing
him closer to his own. His hand drew random patterns over his lover’s wet,
soapy torso with a sponge.

Erestor
leaned his head contentedly on Elrond´s shoulder and found a sweet, adoring
kiss being placed on his cheek. Shifting slightly his head, the way
affectionate ministration was coming, he found his lips assaulted with a tender
brush of his lover’s over his own.

Elrond´s
hand cupped Erestor´s face, caressing gently his cheek with a thumb. Their eyes
met and a loving smile playing on their lips spoke of their mutual love. Words
were not needed. Sometimes they did not seem to convey their meanings… It was
in times like this, that the lovers opted for the protective sensation of a
warm, tender embrace.

 

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Elrohir had
not seen Glorfindel all day. He had left early in the morning and Elrohir was
not sure he had came back, but it was worth trying to find him. The young elf
searched all Glorfindel´s favourite resting places. The search finally paid off
when he saw the blond elf sitting on a rock next to the pool of water below the
house.

This was
one of Elrohir´s favourite places too. Most of the flowers that grew here were
not found anywhere else in Imladris. To live they needed the constant humidity
provided by the natural warm water, emanating from a crack in the mountain.

The elder
elf sat there, pensive, staring into the crystalline water at his feet. He was
bare chested, hugging his legs with both his
arms, and damp hair running all along the length of his back. The disregarded
shirt rested at his side as well as his boots. Elrohir felt his heart was going
to leap out of his rib cage for it was beating so loudly and fast that he
almost needed to sit in his place and concentrate on his breathing. Glorfindel was beautiful, the most beautiful
elf in the face of Arda and probably Valinor too, to Elrohir´s eyes.

 

“It seems,
that spending all day in the wild was not enough time for your thoughts…”
Elrohir whispered as he approach to sit next to the blond eldar, snapping
Glorfindel out off his trance.

 

“Indeed it
was not…” He saw at his young charge sitting next to him for a moment and then
he turned his gaze back to the steamy water at his feet.

 

“I can listen
if you want to talk…” The young prince stated timidly.

 

“I know I
can count on you Pen-Neth” Glorfindel smiled at the young elf. “And I am
grateful for that but this… I can not discuss with you.”

 

Elrohir
looked up as the blond elf avoided his eyes and looking directly at him and
that strange behaviour helped confirm Elrohir´s suspicions. He had always known
that Glorfindel was an insightful creature, but he had never had problems
sharing his ideas with his young student. Maybe this, he could not discuss with
Elrohir because he was part of the
problem. Was Elrohir the cause of the war Glorfindel´s intellect was
desperately trying to win over his heart? …The young elf had never really
thought about the moral and ethical contradictions and doubts his declaration
would create in his tutor’s heart or mind. Especially if he felt the same way
Elrohir did… he had said he loved him. He had assured him so. And Elrohir had
also sensed the strong feeling in every tender soothing touch. His lips and his
beautiful eyes had left no scope for doubt either.

 

Elrohir
wanted to erase all worries away from that beautiful face, but he did not know
how to do so. The only thing that came to his mind was to hold the distressed
elf tightly against him, embrace him and kiss all worries away. But this was
not his right… * yet *…
instead Elrohir placed his hand over Glorfindel´s, and after a few seconds the
dark haired prince felt long fingers tangling with his own, he looked the
interlaced fingers holding his hand steady but hesitant; as if the other did
not dare to allow such proximity. Elrohir melted at the uncertainty of the
eldar towards the innocent touch, for he had always been determined in every
decision Elrohir had seen him take.

The prince
of Imladris smiled tenderly, and with his free hand cupped Glorfindel´s cheek
to caress it gently. He bent closely and his lips brushed a soft tentative kiss
over the porcelain skin of the free cheek, looking up he saw Glorfindel´s eyelashes starting to flutter open to see
him, but Elrohir acted before giving them more time. He kissed the blond elf once more. And with
each tender seductive kiss, he trailed his way to parted lips. Elrohir, kissed
the upper lip feathery like first, and then the lower one.

 

“Elrohir…Please…”
* I am not… strong enough…to push you away any more…* Glorfindel´s whisper pleaded against the
young elf’s lips. “You do not know…”

 

“I do know
I love you …” Elrohir said reassuringly looking into Glorfindel´s blue eyes.
“Why is it so hard for you to believe it?…” with a whisper the young prince
asked while pulling an ignored strand of blond hair away from the eldar´s face.


 

With a
sight Glorfindel looked away from the loving green eyes waiting for an answer. *
I can not have your heart only to know that I will lose it when you realized
that what you thought it was love it was not Lirimaer...* instead the blond
elf manage to say. “You have lots of things to experience Pen-Neth… Only that
experience will lead you to true love.”

 

“You say I
am not old enough to know what love is?…”. Hurt the young prince looked at his
tutor.

 

“…Yes…”
Glorfindel muttered covering the reflection of his own pain in his voice.

 

“Did
experience and time help you find love? True love?…”

 

“Yes…
once…” The blond elf commanded himself to maintain eye contact. He needed to
hurt Elrohir, to push him away somehow...it was for his own good. * and as
you started loving me you will start hating me…Meleth Nîn *

 

“Who?…” The
forced sound came out of the youngster’s lips. Did Elrohir really want
to hear this?. Did he want to know the name of that one who once held Elrohir´s
most longed treasure? the elder’s heart? “No… I do not want to know”. He looked
down at the crystalline water. “I do not want to know…”

 

“Elrohir…”
Glorfindel whispered holding back the urgency of comforting the one true love
his life had led him too.

 

“I… will go
to bed now…” Elrohir stood and left quickly the natural steam with tears in his
eyes. The fluttering butterflies in his stomach stopped to leave a torturous aching
hollow. Suddenly he was feeling sick.

 

Glorfindel
rested his chin on his knees, and with the passing of the hours he tried to
convince himself that hurting the young prince will be the best for both of
them.

“ Indeed the
best…” he whispered to himself.

 

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In the
morning Erestor entered the study to find Glorfindel staring out the window.

 

“You missed
breakfast…”

 

“I was not
hungry…” The blond eldar answered, still lost in the white falling ice.

 

“Strange…”

 

“What is
strange?.” The blond elf finally turn to face his friend.

 

“That was
what Elrohir told Lindir…” Erestor said carefully watching the other’s
reaction.

 

“It is not
strange, it is a coincidence…” Glorfindel walked near the blazing fire to warm
himself up a little.

 

“Did you
two argue?” Erestor held his friend’s stare. “He always loose his appetite when
he argues with you…”

 

“Something
like that…” He answered cautiously, not liking where the conversation was
heading. Had Erestor noticed? He had
been careful not to show his feelings for his young charge, but he was not very
sure he had succeeded. Sometimes it was
hard to avoid staring at that beautiful young elf in their daily lessons, and
lately it was almost impossible.

 

“Have you
broken his heart?…” Erestor approached the startled blond elf. “Yes… I have
noticed…” He smiled at the other elf’s questioning expression.

 

“Elrond?…”
Glorfindel managed to ask apprehensively.

 

“No…” The
dark haired elf denied, by shy shaking his head. “Do you love him?”

 

“Yes…”
Playing nervously with his hands Glorfindel concentrated on the sound of the
burning wood keeping the fire alive. The same sound that in the last two lonely
nights in his room reminded him of Elrohir resting in his arms. Both times… in
the tent, and in the Halls of Fire he had concentrated unsuccessfully on the
same sound. “More than I would like to
love anybody…”

 

“Then why
have you broken his heart?”

 

“If you
know me so well to find out such a hidden secret you should know the answer to
that question.”

 

“I do… Do
you?” With uncharacteristic serenity Erestor asked.

 

“How come
you are so forward to say some things and so complicated to say others?…”
Glorfindel´s annoyance provoked a little smile on Erestor´s lips who was still
waiting for an answer. “He needs to find someone his own age… or at least close
to it…”

 

“I see…Now
the real reason…” A reassuring smile encouraging the blond elf graced in
Erestor´s face.

 

“He is so
young and inexperienced…How can he define his feelings?. How?…” A heavy sigh of
frustration escaped his lips. “…I would die of grief if I had him, only to
loose him …” he ended, defeated.

 

“If it is
worth something I do not think what Elrohir is feeling for you is a passing
feeling…He has always loved you… He has choose you over all of us several times
in his childhood, even his own father … It was only a matter of time for that
love to evolve into something more deep and intense…”

 

“You are
not helping Erestor…” Glorfindel stated running his hand through his hair in
nervous mannerism.

 

“Yes I
am…”The dark haired elf smiled proudly. “I believe I am…He wants you to be his
partner and lover Glorfindel… It is not enough for him to adore you from a
distance anymore... Deep in your heart you know the nature of his feelings as
well as he does ”

 

The muffled
crack of the door interrupted them. Both elves gazed at the opening door to see
The Lord of Imladris entering.

 

TBC…