Beauty And The Beast
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Part Four
Title: Beauty and The Beast
Author: Erynlinia
Type: FPS
Beta: Slayer9649, all other mistakes are mine.
Pairing: Erestor/Lindir
Rating: R, eventually NC-17
Warnings: Slash (m/m)
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made. This is purely for entertainment ONLY!
PART FOUR
Lindir did not know how long he slept. As he slowly stretched, he felt how warm the room was and saw that a fire crackled cheerfully in the fireplace. His clothes were hanging on the mantle drying and a tray of food was sitting on the table. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Lindir crawled out of bed and looked around, but he was alone. He poured a mug of water from the pitcher and drank it gratefully. Grabbing a piece of bread, he munched on it as he walked to the washroom.
He stopped, his head shaking in amusement at the tub of water drawn and waiting on him. It was still steaming and the fragrance of wildflowers gently filled the room. A robe hung nearby along with another tray, this one supplied with bandages and a healing salve. Lindir looked at his injured fingertips and smiled.
Erestor had noticed.
~*~
Leaning against the door, he could hear the sound of water gently sloshing against the tub. He closed his eyes, imagining the platinum-haired elf easing into the warm, scented water.
Did Lindir close those breathtaking lavender eyes in bliss as the warmth encompassed his body? Was he even now lying back, enjoying the bath? Or was he tense, nervous…wondering what was to become of him?
Erestor pushed himself away from the door and stormed silently to his room.
What was he doing eavesdropping like that?! It was bad enough he had stood over the bed and watched as the Teleri slept!
With a growl of frustration, Erestor plopped down at his desk and stared unseeingly at the parchments strewn haphazardly before him.
He had entered Lindir’s room earlier to start a fire to warm the chamber but found himself standing at the side of the bed. He did not know what compelled him other than he *needed* to be close to this new elf. So he just watched; Lindir’s even breathing soothed his battered soul, his mere presence a balm to his tortured heart.
Lindir continued to sleep, his closed eyes attesting to how tired he was. The blankets had slipped a bit and Erestor could see his pale lips parted ever so slightly. The firelight was caught in those magnificent white-gold tresses that lay as a curtain across the pillow.
Hesitantly, almost reverently, Erestor carefully reached out and touched a lock of it. The coolness surprised him and it was softer than anything he had ever felt before! As he trailed his fingers across the silkiness, he pulled back when he saw he left black soot in his wake.
/How dare you defile such a creature?! Your very presence taints him!/
Erestor turned and fled the room, his heart breaking at the truth to those words.
He had returned only to run the bath and bring food and other supplies the Teleri might need then hurried out of the room. The dark elf had closed the door and that is when he heard Lindir stir and wake.
He looked at his hands now. They were calloused, the nails ragged, and his skin unevenly darkened. He curled his fingers into fists and dropped his head onto the desk.
How could he even think a being as radiant as Lindir would not be repulsed by him?!
/You will set him free when the pass clears. You cannot keep him here against his will…that would only make him hate you all the more./
Sighing heavily, Erestor straightened back up, his gaze falling on the blank parchment.
Angrily, he grabbed the chunk of charcoal and fell upon the paper with renewed purpose.
~*~
Lindir could not stop the sigh of bliss as he settled into the warm water. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the tub. After several moments, he began to slowly wash up while his thoughts raced.
His host, obviously, was behind the comforts he had awoke to. For someone who did not want a guest, the Noldo was being a very gracious host…not counting locking him in his room!
Ducking under the water, Lindir rinsed his hair then stood and stepped out of the tub. He quickly dried with the large towel and wrapped the robe about himself. He walked back to the fireplace and sat down before it. Absently, he combed his fingers through his hair while it dried and resumed his thoughts.
Erestor. The dark elf never kept eye contact for long, preferring to hide behind that wild untamed mass of raven hair. The only feature visible were those glittering, dark eyes.
Lindir felt himself shudder and scooted closer to the fire.
Those eyes. Erestor’s words said one thing but those eyes said another.
Yes, the Teleri knew of the legend, how the kinslayer had been cursed by Melkor because the Noldo had refused his repugnant offer.
That had happened so very long ago…had Erestor been alone the entire time? The thought alone brought tears to Lindir’s eyes.
‘He does not want to be here alone,’ Lindir thought. ‘That is what causes him such pain!’
Wiping quickly at his eyes, the minstrel pulled the tray of food closer. His mind made up, he would not allow Erestor to be alone any longer!
After eating his breakfast, he resumed combing out his hair and began to sing. He sang softly, as his throat was still slightly raw from the cold air the day before but the words lifted his heart and strengthened his resolve.
~*~
Erestor stopped as Lindir’s voice reached his study. His fingers dropped the charcoal as the melody, the beautiful words wrapped around his heart. He wanted to weep for joy! He thought to never hear another elvish voice raised in song again and he never wanted it to end.
But it would end. When the pass cleared, Lindir would leave and he would be left alone again.
/Do not allow yourself to care, you will only be hurt!/
Standing quickly, Erestor left his study.
~*~
The banging on his door sounded like an explosion! Startled, Lindir jumped to his feet. Why was Erestor knocking? He had locked the room last night…why knock when he had the key??
When the ferocious banging continued, he hurried to open it before the door was knocked off its hinges.
He smiled when he saw Erestor, his ever present raven mane covering his features and lending a wild look to him.
~*~
Erestor was ready to demand the minstrel cease his singing. When he heard the door open, he reared back and readied to roar his command.
He froze when he saw Lindir smile in greeting. The Teleri’s hair was still damp from his bath and the large robe hung slightly off one shoulder. The amethyst eyes were clear and bright, free of any worries.
“Good morning, Erestor,” Lindir said. “Thank you so much for the meal, the fire…everything you did this morning.”
Not getting a response other than being stared at, Lindir looked closer and saw those brown eyes had softened.
“Erestor?” he said gently.
“I-I heard singing…” the dark elf answered in a whisper, as if unaware he had spoken aloud.
“I hope I did not disturb you. I apologize; I thought I was quiet enough. When I woke, I was just very happy and I tend to sing for no other reason than that.”
Happy? Was the minstrel kidding him? He was happy…here?! NO! The Teleri was joking with him! He *had* to be lying!
Seeing the turmoil about to erupt, Lindir grew concerned.
“Was there something you needed?” he asked cautiously.
Erestor opened his mouth to demand he never sing again but something stopped him.
“You do not have to stay in this room all the time!!” he yelled abruptly.
With that, Erestor spun away and disappeared back down the hallway. Lindir watched him go, one pale brow lifted in confusion.
~*~
Lindir spent the day exploring the living room and kitchen areas…he did not dare venture further down the hallways, as yet. Midday he did go back to his room and take a nap as he still felt drained from his ordeal in the snow. While he slept, he had the feeling he was being watched but the need for rest overcame any other worries.
As he stood in the living room, he wondered where Erestor was. Why did he not come out to see him? The dark elf had obviously come out of hiding as the fireplace was still burning brightly and Lindir found a couple books lying on the couch.
Was Erestor *avoiding* him?
Lindir moved to the kitchen as his stomach growled and began prowling for any foodstuffs. While he gathered what he needed for a small pot of soup, he replayed the event from earlier.
What had been Erestor’s true purpose for banging on his door? Surely, it had not been to let him know he was not confined any longer…and when did he unlock the door? For the briefest of moments, Lindir had seen anger in those eyes but it had gradually changed to wonder, then suspicion, and back to anger.
After placing the pot on the hanger in the fireplace, Lindir sat down on the couch to think.
‘Erestor has been alone all this time, hiding from those who have named him kinslayer.’
Lindir truly did not think he had killed an elf those many years ago…but even if he had, it could have been an accident. They were fighting a war and he knew how confusing battle could be, and they were fighting Melkor, a being known for his deceit and lies. What if…what if Melkor had killed the elf and placed the body where Erestor would be blamed? The Noldo had rejected the dark lord, of course Melkor would want him to pay.
He did not know how much time had passed, so lost in his thoughts he was. Sensing he was no longer alone, Lindir’s gaze found Erestor standing in the shadows; watching.
“Good evening,” Lindir smiled brightly, refusing to be intimidated by the Noldo’s silence. “I hope you do not mind, I prepared us some dinner.”
Erestor stared through the curtain of hair as Lindir stood to stir the pot of delicious smelling soup. The Teleri had put on his leggings and was wearing the robe he had left him this morning. As the minstrel reached out for the spoon, the robe slipped open revealing a bare shoulder. Erestor’s breath caught in his throat as he glimpsed the flawless skin stretched over lean, smooth muscle.
‘Stop it! You are only reacting this way because you have been alone, too long! He would not be attracted to you, a cursed kinslayer! Besides, the idea of being attracted to an ellon may be repulsive to him!!’
Taking a deep breath, Erestor made a note to find Lindir some extra clothes. He knew the Teleri had washed his other things and they were even now hanging on his bedroom’s fireplace mantle, hence the lack of shirt.
Standing to his full height, Lindir tilted his head slightly and smiled again at Erestor. He had no idea the sight he presented with the firelight behind him, his hair shining as a golden halo about him.
He frowned slightly, sensing pain from the dark elf. Indeed, Erestor placed his hand over his heart and clutched tightly at the fabric of his tunic. Lindir caught himself before he walked to the darkling. Instead, he went to the kitchen and dug through the cabinets until he found two bowls.
Erestor was spellbound as he watched Lindir move gracefully about his home. How easy it would be to imagine having this forever!
He blinked rapidly when he realized Lindir was dipping him up a bowl of soup, too.
“I am not hungry!” he snapped, feeling guilty he had not prepared his guest dinner.
“It is not much, but I am not too bad a cook,” Lindir grinned, ignoring the outburst. “I realize I am an *unwanted* guest so I will do my best to not be a burden.”
‘Unwanted?’ Erestor thought wryly. ‘Not hardly.’
Lindir took his bowl of soup and settled in front of the fireplace to eat. He watched through hooded eyes as Erestor tentatively took the other bowl and retreated to the far end of the couch.
‘He acts as though he is afraid of me,’ Lindir thought as he blew on his soup to cool it.
Erestor averted his eyes, the sight of Lindir’s pursed lips sending his senses reeling.
/He will leave! Do not open yourself to the pain! He could not care for you, kinslayer!/
Swallowing hard, Erestor closed his eyes and tried to regain some sort of control.
Lindir felt the pain wash across him in waves and he looked up quickly to see Erestor’s head slumped forward, his hair hiding his features.
‘Distract him,’ he thought. ‘Get his mind off whatever is torturing him!’
“Mmmm, not too bad,” Lindir said after taking a bite of his dinner. “But it does not compare to Imladris’ cook! She makes the best meals, but my favorite is dessert! There is a strawberry cheesecake that is so rich, so decadent, it goes beyond words to describe!”
Lindir fought back a smile as he felt Erestor relax and even begin to eat his soup. So he continued to talk about life in Imladris; his friends, his work, the gardens. He noticed how the Noldo refused to meet his gaze but listened to every word that he said.
Hours passed and Lindir was beginning to grow tired. He stood up to gather their bowls and noticed Erestor still held his firmly.
“I will put that away,” Lindir offered with a smile.
Hesitantly, he handed it to him and in the exchange their fingers touched. Erestor pulled back as if burned, dumping both bowls to the floor.
Simultaneously, the elves bent down to retrieve them but only succeeded in hitting their heads against each other. Erestor cursed and Lindir gasped at the impact, his hand coming up to his forehead.
For a brief moment, Erestor forgot everything except that Lindir was hurt. He gently clasped the minstrel’s face in his hands, his brown eyes softened with concern.
“I am truly sorry, Lindir. Are you alright?”
Lindir looked up in shock as he felt himself lean into the warmth of Erestor’s hands. The worry in the Noldo’s eyes touched him and he felt his heart pound rapidly against his chest.
Suddenly remembering himself, Erestor released the Teleri as if burned.
“You do not have to waste your time preparing me any food!! I told you I was not hungry!!” Erestor shouted then marched furiously down the hallway.
“Now what brought that on?” Lindir wondered as he rubbed his forehead once more before picking up the bowls. He grinned widely. “For someone not hungry, he sure ate every bit of it!”
Quickly reviewing the evening, Lindir became more and more convinced Erestor was afraid of him. But why? And what was the reason behind all the grouchy moods?
He could still feel Erestor’s hands on his cheeks, he could still hear his deep voice in his head. The dark elf *wanted* companionship, he did not want to be alone…again the puzzle.
“And that, my dear Noldo, is something I intend on finding out. Beginning tomorrow!”
TBC
Author: Erynlinia
Type: FPS
Beta: Slayer9649, all other mistakes are mine.
Pairing: Erestor/Lindir
Rating: R, eventually NC-17
Warnings: Slash (m/m)
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made. This is purely for entertainment ONLY!
PART FOUR
Lindir did not know how long he slept. As he slowly stretched, he felt how warm the room was and saw that a fire crackled cheerfully in the fireplace. His clothes were hanging on the mantle drying and a tray of food was sitting on the table. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Lindir crawled out of bed and looked around, but he was alone. He poured a mug of water from the pitcher and drank it gratefully. Grabbing a piece of bread, he munched on it as he walked to the washroom.
He stopped, his head shaking in amusement at the tub of water drawn and waiting on him. It was still steaming and the fragrance of wildflowers gently filled the room. A robe hung nearby along with another tray, this one supplied with bandages and a healing salve. Lindir looked at his injured fingertips and smiled.
Erestor had noticed.
~*~
Leaning against the door, he could hear the sound of water gently sloshing against the tub. He closed his eyes, imagining the platinum-haired elf easing into the warm, scented water.
Did Lindir close those breathtaking lavender eyes in bliss as the warmth encompassed his body? Was he even now lying back, enjoying the bath? Or was he tense, nervous…wondering what was to become of him?
Erestor pushed himself away from the door and stormed silently to his room.
What was he doing eavesdropping like that?! It was bad enough he had stood over the bed and watched as the Teleri slept!
With a growl of frustration, Erestor plopped down at his desk and stared unseeingly at the parchments strewn haphazardly before him.
He had entered Lindir’s room earlier to start a fire to warm the chamber but found himself standing at the side of the bed. He did not know what compelled him other than he *needed* to be close to this new elf. So he just watched; Lindir’s even breathing soothed his battered soul, his mere presence a balm to his tortured heart.
Lindir continued to sleep, his closed eyes attesting to how tired he was. The blankets had slipped a bit and Erestor could see his pale lips parted ever so slightly. The firelight was caught in those magnificent white-gold tresses that lay as a curtain across the pillow.
Hesitantly, almost reverently, Erestor carefully reached out and touched a lock of it. The coolness surprised him and it was softer than anything he had ever felt before! As he trailed his fingers across the silkiness, he pulled back when he saw he left black soot in his wake.
/How dare you defile such a creature?! Your very presence taints him!/
Erestor turned and fled the room, his heart breaking at the truth to those words.
He had returned only to run the bath and bring food and other supplies the Teleri might need then hurried out of the room. The dark elf had closed the door and that is when he heard Lindir stir and wake.
He looked at his hands now. They were calloused, the nails ragged, and his skin unevenly darkened. He curled his fingers into fists and dropped his head onto the desk.
How could he even think a being as radiant as Lindir would not be repulsed by him?!
/You will set him free when the pass clears. You cannot keep him here against his will…that would only make him hate you all the more./
Sighing heavily, Erestor straightened back up, his gaze falling on the blank parchment.
Angrily, he grabbed the chunk of charcoal and fell upon the paper with renewed purpose.
~*~
Lindir could not stop the sigh of bliss as he settled into the warm water. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the tub. After several moments, he began to slowly wash up while his thoughts raced.
His host, obviously, was behind the comforts he had awoke to. For someone who did not want a guest, the Noldo was being a very gracious host…not counting locking him in his room!
Ducking under the water, Lindir rinsed his hair then stood and stepped out of the tub. He quickly dried with the large towel and wrapped the robe about himself. He walked back to the fireplace and sat down before it. Absently, he combed his fingers through his hair while it dried and resumed his thoughts.
Erestor. The dark elf never kept eye contact for long, preferring to hide behind that wild untamed mass of raven hair. The only feature visible were those glittering, dark eyes.
Lindir felt himself shudder and scooted closer to the fire.
Those eyes. Erestor’s words said one thing but those eyes said another.
Yes, the Teleri knew of the legend, how the kinslayer had been cursed by Melkor because the Noldo had refused his repugnant offer.
That had happened so very long ago…had Erestor been alone the entire time? The thought alone brought tears to Lindir’s eyes.
‘He does not want to be here alone,’ Lindir thought. ‘That is what causes him such pain!’
Wiping quickly at his eyes, the minstrel pulled the tray of food closer. His mind made up, he would not allow Erestor to be alone any longer!
After eating his breakfast, he resumed combing out his hair and began to sing. He sang softly, as his throat was still slightly raw from the cold air the day before but the words lifted his heart and strengthened his resolve.
~*~
Erestor stopped as Lindir’s voice reached his study. His fingers dropped the charcoal as the melody, the beautiful words wrapped around his heart. He wanted to weep for joy! He thought to never hear another elvish voice raised in song again and he never wanted it to end.
But it would end. When the pass cleared, Lindir would leave and he would be left alone again.
/Do not allow yourself to care, you will only be hurt!/
Standing quickly, Erestor left his study.
~*~
The banging on his door sounded like an explosion! Startled, Lindir jumped to his feet. Why was Erestor knocking? He had locked the room last night…why knock when he had the key??
When the ferocious banging continued, he hurried to open it before the door was knocked off its hinges.
He smiled when he saw Erestor, his ever present raven mane covering his features and lending a wild look to him.
~*~
Erestor was ready to demand the minstrel cease his singing. When he heard the door open, he reared back and readied to roar his command.
He froze when he saw Lindir smile in greeting. The Teleri’s hair was still damp from his bath and the large robe hung slightly off one shoulder. The amethyst eyes were clear and bright, free of any worries.
“Good morning, Erestor,” Lindir said. “Thank you so much for the meal, the fire…everything you did this morning.”
Not getting a response other than being stared at, Lindir looked closer and saw those brown eyes had softened.
“Erestor?” he said gently.
“I-I heard singing…” the dark elf answered in a whisper, as if unaware he had spoken aloud.
“I hope I did not disturb you. I apologize; I thought I was quiet enough. When I woke, I was just very happy and I tend to sing for no other reason than that.”
Happy? Was the minstrel kidding him? He was happy…here?! NO! The Teleri was joking with him! He *had* to be lying!
Seeing the turmoil about to erupt, Lindir grew concerned.
“Was there something you needed?” he asked cautiously.
Erestor opened his mouth to demand he never sing again but something stopped him.
“You do not have to stay in this room all the time!!” he yelled abruptly.
With that, Erestor spun away and disappeared back down the hallway. Lindir watched him go, one pale brow lifted in confusion.
~*~
Lindir spent the day exploring the living room and kitchen areas…he did not dare venture further down the hallways, as yet. Midday he did go back to his room and take a nap as he still felt drained from his ordeal in the snow. While he slept, he had the feeling he was being watched but the need for rest overcame any other worries.
As he stood in the living room, he wondered where Erestor was. Why did he not come out to see him? The dark elf had obviously come out of hiding as the fireplace was still burning brightly and Lindir found a couple books lying on the couch.
Was Erestor *avoiding* him?
Lindir moved to the kitchen as his stomach growled and began prowling for any foodstuffs. While he gathered what he needed for a small pot of soup, he replayed the event from earlier.
What had been Erestor’s true purpose for banging on his door? Surely, it had not been to let him know he was not confined any longer…and when did he unlock the door? For the briefest of moments, Lindir had seen anger in those eyes but it had gradually changed to wonder, then suspicion, and back to anger.
After placing the pot on the hanger in the fireplace, Lindir sat down on the couch to think.
‘Erestor has been alone all this time, hiding from those who have named him kinslayer.’
Lindir truly did not think he had killed an elf those many years ago…but even if he had, it could have been an accident. They were fighting a war and he knew how confusing battle could be, and they were fighting Melkor, a being known for his deceit and lies. What if…what if Melkor had killed the elf and placed the body where Erestor would be blamed? The Noldo had rejected the dark lord, of course Melkor would want him to pay.
He did not know how much time had passed, so lost in his thoughts he was. Sensing he was no longer alone, Lindir’s gaze found Erestor standing in the shadows; watching.
“Good evening,” Lindir smiled brightly, refusing to be intimidated by the Noldo’s silence. “I hope you do not mind, I prepared us some dinner.”
Erestor stared through the curtain of hair as Lindir stood to stir the pot of delicious smelling soup. The Teleri had put on his leggings and was wearing the robe he had left him this morning. As the minstrel reached out for the spoon, the robe slipped open revealing a bare shoulder. Erestor’s breath caught in his throat as he glimpsed the flawless skin stretched over lean, smooth muscle.
‘Stop it! You are only reacting this way because you have been alone, too long! He would not be attracted to you, a cursed kinslayer! Besides, the idea of being attracted to an ellon may be repulsive to him!!’
Taking a deep breath, Erestor made a note to find Lindir some extra clothes. He knew the Teleri had washed his other things and they were even now hanging on his bedroom’s fireplace mantle, hence the lack of shirt.
Standing to his full height, Lindir tilted his head slightly and smiled again at Erestor. He had no idea the sight he presented with the firelight behind him, his hair shining as a golden halo about him.
He frowned slightly, sensing pain from the dark elf. Indeed, Erestor placed his hand over his heart and clutched tightly at the fabric of his tunic. Lindir caught himself before he walked to the darkling. Instead, he went to the kitchen and dug through the cabinets until he found two bowls.
Erestor was spellbound as he watched Lindir move gracefully about his home. How easy it would be to imagine having this forever!
He blinked rapidly when he realized Lindir was dipping him up a bowl of soup, too.
“I am not hungry!” he snapped, feeling guilty he had not prepared his guest dinner.
“It is not much, but I am not too bad a cook,” Lindir grinned, ignoring the outburst. “I realize I am an *unwanted* guest so I will do my best to not be a burden.”
‘Unwanted?’ Erestor thought wryly. ‘Not hardly.’
Lindir took his bowl of soup and settled in front of the fireplace to eat. He watched through hooded eyes as Erestor tentatively took the other bowl and retreated to the far end of the couch.
‘He acts as though he is afraid of me,’ Lindir thought as he blew on his soup to cool it.
Erestor averted his eyes, the sight of Lindir’s pursed lips sending his senses reeling.
/He will leave! Do not open yourself to the pain! He could not care for you, kinslayer!/
Swallowing hard, Erestor closed his eyes and tried to regain some sort of control.
Lindir felt the pain wash across him in waves and he looked up quickly to see Erestor’s head slumped forward, his hair hiding his features.
‘Distract him,’ he thought. ‘Get his mind off whatever is torturing him!’
“Mmmm, not too bad,” Lindir said after taking a bite of his dinner. “But it does not compare to Imladris’ cook! She makes the best meals, but my favorite is dessert! There is a strawberry cheesecake that is so rich, so decadent, it goes beyond words to describe!”
Lindir fought back a smile as he felt Erestor relax and even begin to eat his soup. So he continued to talk about life in Imladris; his friends, his work, the gardens. He noticed how the Noldo refused to meet his gaze but listened to every word that he said.
Hours passed and Lindir was beginning to grow tired. He stood up to gather their bowls and noticed Erestor still held his firmly.
“I will put that away,” Lindir offered with a smile.
Hesitantly, he handed it to him and in the exchange their fingers touched. Erestor pulled back as if burned, dumping both bowls to the floor.
Simultaneously, the elves bent down to retrieve them but only succeeded in hitting their heads against each other. Erestor cursed and Lindir gasped at the impact, his hand coming up to his forehead.
For a brief moment, Erestor forgot everything except that Lindir was hurt. He gently clasped the minstrel’s face in his hands, his brown eyes softened with concern.
“I am truly sorry, Lindir. Are you alright?”
Lindir looked up in shock as he felt himself lean into the warmth of Erestor’s hands. The worry in the Noldo’s eyes touched him and he felt his heart pound rapidly against his chest.
Suddenly remembering himself, Erestor released the Teleri as if burned.
“You do not have to waste your time preparing me any food!! I told you I was not hungry!!” Erestor shouted then marched furiously down the hallway.
“Now what brought that on?” Lindir wondered as he rubbed his forehead once more before picking up the bowls. He grinned widely. “For someone not hungry, he sure ate every bit of it!”
Quickly reviewing the evening, Lindir became more and more convinced Erestor was afraid of him. But why? And what was the reason behind all the grouchy moods?
He could still feel Erestor’s hands on his cheeks, he could still hear his deep voice in his head. The dark elf *wanted* companionship, he did not want to be alone…again the puzzle.
“And that, my dear Noldo, is something I intend on finding out. Beginning tomorrow!”
TBC