The Wrong Path
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
23
Views:
4,207
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 4
Title: The Wrong Path
Author: erviniae
Chapter 4/?
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.
A plan is forged.
Sneaking back into the house was no easy feat for Erestor. He found that he was continually humming and smiling. Chastising himself for singing once more, he held one hand over his mouth as he peered into the kitchen window to check if the way was clear. Sighing with relief he silently made his way through the darkened house and up the stairs to his room. Closing the door quietly behind him, he leaned against it as he closed his eyes whilst willing his heart to slow its rapid beat.
Smiling, he undressed for bed and cleaned up as well as he could, ridding his clothes of any evidence of his midnight excursion. He could barely sleep. He kept playing the night over in his mind again and again. A knocking at his bedroom door awoke him to the faint glow of the coming dawn. The door opened slightly as his mother’s face peaked into the room. “Erestor, time to awaken or you shall be late for your archery practice,” Eirien spoke softly to her only child.
Dressing quickly and hastily braiding his hair, Erestor ran down the stairs into the kitchen. Grabbing a glass of juice, he began to gulp it down as his mother pushed him to sit on the stool. “Your hair is quite the mess, here let me re-braid it for you.” Erestor began to protest but found his hair yanked a bit hard. He sat down quickly.
“I do not know where you went last night,” she began to whisper into his ear as he widened his eyes in fear and began looking around for his father.
Seeing her son’s ill ease, she gently kissed his cheek. “Your father has gone for the day, and you are most fortunate that it was I who heard you come home last night and not he. I do not know what you were doing or whom you were with, but I must warn you to be very careful my son, for the laws are strict not only in this house, but in this city as well.” Erestor looked guiltily at his mother, his cheeks ablaze with color. “I love you my son, but I can only do so much to protect you.” She smiled then as she finished his braid. “There, you look presentable once more.”
Erestor stood to embrace his mother. “Thank you, for everything.” He looked directly into her amber eyes as he spoke. She nodded as hers began to glisten with unshed tears. As the door shut behind him, she sank heavily to the stool he had just vacated and wept-for a mother always knows her child’s true heart.
……………………
Months passed and their love grew. To be apart caused physical pain to the lovers. They found the time to sneak away was too few and they rarely found a chance to exchange glances, let alone touches. Ecthelion grew restless in his suffering. It began to show in small ways to those closest to him. None noticed it more than his friend, Glorfindel of the Golden Flower.
Standing upon his terrace one night, Glorfindel watched as Ecthelion paced back and forth in his study for seemingly the hundredth time that night. “Thelion, peace! Stop your infernal pacing; whatever is on that small mind of yours?” Yelled Glorfindel as he came to stand in his friend’s path.
Stopping suddenly, Ecthelion went to stare out into the vastness of the night. Glorfindel shoved a glass of wine in his direction to which the darkling lord took it promptly and in one gulp disposed of its contents. “I need…I want… Oh, never mind,” sighed Ecthelion into the night air. Glorfindel turned to lean against the balustrade so as he now faced his friend.
“Come, I have known you since we were impetuous elflings, wrecking havoc upon our palaces, what troubles you-troubles me…will you not share your feelings with me?” Glorfindel reached his hand across to place on his friends arm in support.
“Oh! But that I could,” sneered Ecthelion, changing the subject quickly, “I know! I shall throw a party, yes, invite all the trainees, a sort of recompense for effort well spent, and that sort of thing, what do you say? I could invite the various lords as well, if they so see fit to join. Though I gather a few would not stoop so low as to mingle with the rank and file.” Ecthelion snorted in disdain for some of his “equals” and their pompous views of others below their station.
What are you hiding? Glorfindel thought to himself. “A party would indeed be a fitting respite for those we have in our care,” answered Glorfindel with reservation to his voice.
Ecthelion looked over sharply at the sound of doubt in his friend’s voice. “Here comes the nay saying, “ Ecthelion began to argue.
“I have no nay saying, Thelion, I just wonder how this will solve your problem that is forever in your eyes lately.”
Looking away, Ecthelion turned his head to the night air and let his eyes wander to where he knew Erestor’s house lay, and he let his heart dream of the one who held his heart as he suddenly sighed with intense longing.
TBC…………
Eirien - Daisy
Author: erviniae
Chapter 4/?
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.
A plan is forged.
Sneaking back into the house was no easy feat for Erestor. He found that he was continually humming and smiling. Chastising himself for singing once more, he held one hand over his mouth as he peered into the kitchen window to check if the way was clear. Sighing with relief he silently made his way through the darkened house and up the stairs to his room. Closing the door quietly behind him, he leaned against it as he closed his eyes whilst willing his heart to slow its rapid beat.
Smiling, he undressed for bed and cleaned up as well as he could, ridding his clothes of any evidence of his midnight excursion. He could barely sleep. He kept playing the night over in his mind again and again. A knocking at his bedroom door awoke him to the faint glow of the coming dawn. The door opened slightly as his mother’s face peaked into the room. “Erestor, time to awaken or you shall be late for your archery practice,” Eirien spoke softly to her only child.
Dressing quickly and hastily braiding his hair, Erestor ran down the stairs into the kitchen. Grabbing a glass of juice, he began to gulp it down as his mother pushed him to sit on the stool. “Your hair is quite the mess, here let me re-braid it for you.” Erestor began to protest but found his hair yanked a bit hard. He sat down quickly.
“I do not know where you went last night,” she began to whisper into his ear as he widened his eyes in fear and began looking around for his father.
Seeing her son’s ill ease, she gently kissed his cheek. “Your father has gone for the day, and you are most fortunate that it was I who heard you come home last night and not he. I do not know what you were doing or whom you were with, but I must warn you to be very careful my son, for the laws are strict not only in this house, but in this city as well.” Erestor looked guiltily at his mother, his cheeks ablaze with color. “I love you my son, but I can only do so much to protect you.” She smiled then as she finished his braid. “There, you look presentable once more.”
Erestor stood to embrace his mother. “Thank you, for everything.” He looked directly into her amber eyes as he spoke. She nodded as hers began to glisten with unshed tears. As the door shut behind him, she sank heavily to the stool he had just vacated and wept-for a mother always knows her child’s true heart.
……………………
Months passed and their love grew. To be apart caused physical pain to the lovers. They found the time to sneak away was too few and they rarely found a chance to exchange glances, let alone touches. Ecthelion grew restless in his suffering. It began to show in small ways to those closest to him. None noticed it more than his friend, Glorfindel of the Golden Flower.
Standing upon his terrace one night, Glorfindel watched as Ecthelion paced back and forth in his study for seemingly the hundredth time that night. “Thelion, peace! Stop your infernal pacing; whatever is on that small mind of yours?” Yelled Glorfindel as he came to stand in his friend’s path.
Stopping suddenly, Ecthelion went to stare out into the vastness of the night. Glorfindel shoved a glass of wine in his direction to which the darkling lord took it promptly and in one gulp disposed of its contents. “I need…I want… Oh, never mind,” sighed Ecthelion into the night air. Glorfindel turned to lean against the balustrade so as he now faced his friend.
“Come, I have known you since we were impetuous elflings, wrecking havoc upon our palaces, what troubles you-troubles me…will you not share your feelings with me?” Glorfindel reached his hand across to place on his friends arm in support.
“Oh! But that I could,” sneered Ecthelion, changing the subject quickly, “I know! I shall throw a party, yes, invite all the trainees, a sort of recompense for effort well spent, and that sort of thing, what do you say? I could invite the various lords as well, if they so see fit to join. Though I gather a few would not stoop so low as to mingle with the rank and file.” Ecthelion snorted in disdain for some of his “equals” and their pompous views of others below their station.
What are you hiding? Glorfindel thought to himself. “A party would indeed be a fitting respite for those we have in our care,” answered Glorfindel with reservation to his voice.
Ecthelion looked over sharply at the sound of doubt in his friend’s voice. “Here comes the nay saying, “ Ecthelion began to argue.
“I have no nay saying, Thelion, I just wonder how this will solve your problem that is forever in your eyes lately.”
Looking away, Ecthelion turned his head to the night air and let his eyes wander to where he knew Erestor’s house lay, and he let his heart dream of the one who held his heart as he suddenly sighed with intense longing.
TBC…………
Eirien - Daisy