Barriers both Noble and Arduous
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
6,357
Reviews:
40
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Four
Fix Name : Barriers Both Noble and Arduous 4/?
Pairing : Glorfindel/Erestor, Haldir/Elladan, Elohir/Erestor, Elrohir/Elladan, Haldir/Rumil . LOL. Elves, Elves, let there be elves!
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 amie pae 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 note : I apologize, I didn’t make the last paragraph of chapter 3 clear. I think I should have worded it this way :
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. Glorfindel licked his dry lips and tasted his own blood.
It was supposed to be simply Glorfindel’s ‘vision’ of Erestor. Not Erestor himself. Oopsies.J Now…On with the Madness! (Btw, I’m thrilled people are enjoying my little story!)
Adendum to Author's note : Thank you for pointing it out, I do know that Haldir's title is March Warden, but in this tale Haldir's title is Watch Warden. In later chapters it will be ICly explained. This is WAY before the fellowship. As far as beta reading goes. I don't make any money from my stories, so I don't see the need to make them perfect. I suppose that some people like to have things perfect, but I just wanted to let you know there's a method to my madness.:) Thank you for the offer!
Fic Name : Barriers Both Noble and Arduous 4/?
Pairing : Glorfindel/Erestor, Haldir/Elladan, Elohir/Erestor, Elrohir/Elladan, Haldir/Rumil . Elves, Elves, let there be elves!
Rating : NC17 (No holds Barred. Thus you are warned)
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 wnot not do any good, you'd get a quarter at the most. Tolkien owns all the pretty elves.
Author's note : I apologize, I didn’t make the last paragraph of chapter 3 clear. I think I should have worded it this way :
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. Glorfindel licked his dry lind tnd tasted his own blood.
It was supposed to be simply Glorfindel’s ‘vision’ of Erestor. Not Erestor himself. Oopsies.J Now…On with the Madness! (Btw, I’m thrilled people are enjoying my little story!)
Chapter Four
Erestor paced in his study, wearing the carpet thin. It had been about three days since the party left for Lothlorien and since then he had not been able to put Glorfindel out of his head. Everything went back to him. True they hadn’t spent a great deal of timeetheether, but he had always been a part of things in Rivendell and someone Elrond trusted. They were as different as the sun and the moon. Why then did he feel such remorse that the blonde was gone? By rights he should be very angry after the way he was treated on the dance floor.
He paused a moment to listen to a song an elf was humming to himself below his balcony and ran his hand through his hair for the tenth time in minutes. He was restless, and he needed something be distracted with. For some reason, books and scrolls would not work this time. Every so often his mind would drift to the moment when Glorfindel’s lips had pressed against his own and forced a reaction that had both horrified and thrilled him.
If he was really honest with himself he was worried. The world was not safe anymore, in fact it never had been and anything could happen between Rivendell and Lothlorien. Elrohir’s subsequent kiss had not helped matters, it had only served to awaken something he had long kept buried.
They had told him time and again, it was not his fault. He had been forced, he had made the kindest decision he could have made. He closed his eyes, and surging in the back of his mind long dead faces taunted him. Death or Pain. He still remembered their gleaming eyes and the saliva at their mouths. Those dark men of the north, bartering with their captors…. Her face as he had made his decision, so beautiful…had twisted with horror and grief as she had watched him, and she had never recovered. He remembered her begging him to come with her, trying to make him leave Arda, alas he had chosen to stay.
Why…Why was this coming up -now-? It had laid buried in his soul for centuries. Tied down under so many bricks that he had often been accused of having -no- heart or feeling. Packed in ice so thick that it would take a thousand dwarvish pickaxes to get through. It wasn’t true. He wished he could be like evee ele else. He wished…
“Erestor!” A shout came from the hall and a whirlwind burst into his chambers, panting heavy. “Erestor…” Elrohir gasped for breath, clutching at the back of a chair for a long moment as he attempted to get words out. His face was pale and his eyes wide with fear.
The Advisor’s eyebrows rose as he approached the young elf warily. “Elrohir? What in Valar’s name? You look like you’ve seen a ghost?”
Finally Elrohir managed to get it out. “His horse…his horse returned…riderless. Blood…” Panic caused the other’s words to get jumbled and it took a pair of calm hands to take both of his carefully and a soothing voice to calm the younger down.
“Breathe...That’s it.” Erestor said softly, attempting to remain as calm as possible. Elrohir had obviously had quite a shock. “Whose horse? What do you mean?”
“Glorfindel’s horse.” Elrohir babbled. “Its back in Imladris. No rider. It was wounded by an arrow, but he made its way back. Gods...Erestor. Elladan…Something terrible has happened. Father won’t let me go down there. I have to get to my brother. I have to…”
Erestor felt his heart lurch. Glorfindel…no. It wasn’t possible. It had to be some kind of mistake. Some kind of visual error. He took a steady breath and laid both hands on Elrohir’s shaking shoulders. “Easy now, you must of course pay heed to your father. I will go see what is happening.”
“Pay heed!” Elrohir’s eyes flashed with rage as he struggled in Erestor’s grasp, pulling away roughly. “How can you stand there like that when my brother could be lying helpless somewhere! And Glorfindel probably dead! Valar help me, you really are as cold as they come Erestor! I’ll be damned to Mordor if I’m going to stand here and wait for you to find out what is going on. I came to see if you wanted to come with me. I thought perhaps you -cared- about Glorfindel, in spite of that ice wall you call a heart. I care about my brother, and I’m not going to wait around for answers. I don’t care what -you- or my father say.” With that blurted out, the furious young elf stormed away, leaving Erestor stunned for a few moments.
He certainly couldn’t let Elrohir go off on his own, not if e wae was trouble about, and who would stop the youngest son of Elrond? He could get himself hurt as well! “Elrohir!” Erestor cried out and found his feet moving after the other. He had let one travesty occur in the House of Elrond, and he was certainly -not- going to allow another.
****
They were moving again, fast. He was being held within Elladan’s strong arms, in front of him on his horse. They had not stopped moving since the last time he had swum back into consciousness in a haze of pain. He found that one eye was focusing, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that indeed his vision, if not completely whole, was back. However, he could not open both eyes. His mouth was dry, and he couldn’t feel the right side of his face. In fact, he was having problems feeling nearly the whole right side of his body. He glanced down to see that all limbs were at least intact, and his hearing was fine.
“Tis the medicine.” Elladanr said quickly when hlt Glt Glorfindel squirm in his arms. “Nothing to worry about, just lie still.”
“Are they behind us still?” Glorfindel’s voice croaked softly.
“Yes, they are not far behind, but our steeds are fast.”
“They cannot run forever.”
“Rest easy, my friend. I will get us all to safety.” Elladan said softly. The elder twin was clearly the most dedicated of the two, having been a ranger and heafor for most of his life. He shot a glance over to the others, who were tired, but faring well. The arrow that had been in his leg was gone, but the wound remained untreated. There was simply no time.
“Where are we headed?”
“Lothlorien, but it will take time. A long time. We cannot go back, the way is barred. You must hold on.”
Glorfindel sighed, the fingers of his left hand squeezing into Elladan’s hair. He could not feel the pain as much as before, but he knew it was there. They had given him something to deaden it. Again, his mind’s eye held the vision of the one that he remained on this earth for. His heart however, grew cold as he was clear of mind enough now to know that Erestor was probably not even -thinking-about him. What cruel twist of fate had guided him to fall in love with someone who could not love.
So onward they rode.
***
Haldir and Rumil glanced at each other, each frowning. They had been riding for weeks now, to meet the party from Rivendell. Galadriel had bidden them to do so without stating exactly why. Something wasn’t right about this whole situation and it did not sit well with the Watch Warden of Lorien. He pursed his lips as he was oft wont to do. “Yes, Rumil. We are on the right road.“ He replied to his brother’s recent question. Do you not remember the last time we went to Rivendell?”
Rumil wrinkled his nose, yes, he remembered it well, thus he was not at all pleased at the fact that they would soon -be- there. Or at the very least, he would have to deal with the extremely irritating bane of his existence. Elladan of Rivendell. He hadn’t really been asked to accompany Haldir, but no one had told him he couldn’t and so they had left Orophin in charge and been on their way. They bore a message with Galadriel’s response to the message Elrond was sending them. It was typical of her really. Galadriel did not like to waste time.
The sun was setting in the west as they kept on, night creeping up between them. The brother’s rode in silence as they usually did. Haldir did not speak much, and Rumil seemed to many to be his literal shadow. Deep down, there were reasons for it to be so, and neither brother was willing to admit them. Rumil bit his lip, his ears slightly twitching. He was sensing something. Something near.
“What is it?” Haldir asked his younger brother, turning to look carefully at him
“I
“In the distance…hoofbeats. They are moving fast, like the wind.”
Haldir never ceased to marvel at Rumil’s ability to sense things farther away than most elves would. What the younger elf heard was probably more than two or three days away, but that was his gift. Haldir nodded and clicked his heels against his steed to speed them further ahead. “Let us make haste, I think we shall not camp tonight.”
“Agreed.” Rumil nodded softly. Inwardly he was glad for that. The last thing he wanted was to spend another sleepless night lying by the side of the road at Haldir’s side.
**To be continued…**
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Pairing : Glorfindel/Erestor, Haldir/Elladan, Elohir/Erestor, Elrohir/Elladan, Haldir/Rumil . LOL. Elves, Elves, let there be elves!
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 amie pae 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 note : I apologize, I didn’t make the last paragraph of chapter 3 clear. I think I should have worded it this way :
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. Glorfindel licked his dry lips and tasted his own blood.
It was supposed to be simply Glorfindel’s ‘vision’ of Erestor. Not Erestor himself. Oopsies.J Now…On with the Madness! (Btw, I’m thrilled people are enjoying my little story!)
Adendum to Author's note : Thank you for pointing it out, I do know that Haldir's title is March Warden, but in this tale Haldir's title is Watch Warden. In later chapters it will be ICly explained. This is WAY before the fellowship. As far as beta reading goes. I don't make any money from my stories, so I don't see the need to make them perfect. I suppose that some people like to have things perfect, but I just wanted to let you know there's a method to my madness.:) Thank you for the offer!
Fic Name : Barriers Both Noble and Arduous 4/?
Pairing : Glorfindel/Erestor, Haldir/Elladan, Elohir/Erestor, Elrohir/Elladan, Haldir/Rumil . Elves, Elves, let there be elves!
Rating : NC17 (No holds Barred. Thus you are warned)
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 wnot not do any good, you'd get a quarter at the most. Tolkien owns all the pretty elves.
Author's note : I apologize, I didn’t make the last paragraph of chapter 3 clear. I think I should have worded it this way :
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. Glorfindel licked his dry lind tnd tasted his own blood.
It was supposed to be simply Glorfindel’s ‘vision’ of Erestor. Not Erestor himself. Oopsies.J Now…On with the Madness! (Btw, I’m thrilled people are enjoying my little story!)
Chapter Four
Erestor paced in his study, wearing the carpet thin. It had been about three days since the party left for Lothlorien and since then he had not been able to put Glorfindel out of his head. Everything went back to him. True they hadn’t spent a great deal of timeetheether, but he had always been a part of things in Rivendell and someone Elrond trusted. They were as different as the sun and the moon. Why then did he feel such remorse that the blonde was gone? By rights he should be very angry after the way he was treated on the dance floor.
He paused a moment to listen to a song an elf was humming to himself below his balcony and ran his hand through his hair for the tenth time in minutes. He was restless, and he needed something be distracted with. For some reason, books and scrolls would not work this time. Every so often his mind would drift to the moment when Glorfindel’s lips had pressed against his own and forced a reaction that had both horrified and thrilled him.
If he was really honest with himself he was worried. The world was not safe anymore, in fact it never had been and anything could happen between Rivendell and Lothlorien. Elrohir’s subsequent kiss had not helped matters, it had only served to awaken something he had long kept buried.
They had told him time and again, it was not his fault. He had been forced, he had made the kindest decision he could have made. He closed his eyes, and surging in the back of his mind long dead faces taunted him. Death or Pain. He still remembered their gleaming eyes and the saliva at their mouths. Those dark men of the north, bartering with their captors…. Her face as he had made his decision, so beautiful…had twisted with horror and grief as she had watched him, and she had never recovered. He remembered her begging him to come with her, trying to make him leave Arda, alas he had chosen to stay.
Why…Why was this coming up -now-? It had laid buried in his soul for centuries. Tied down under so many bricks that he had often been accused of having -no- heart or feeling. Packed in ice so thick that it would take a thousand dwarvish pickaxes to get through. It wasn’t true. He wished he could be like evee ele else. He wished…
“Erestor!” A shout came from the hall and a whirlwind burst into his chambers, panting heavy. “Erestor…” Elrohir gasped for breath, clutching at the back of a chair for a long moment as he attempted to get words out. His face was pale and his eyes wide with fear.
The Advisor’s eyebrows rose as he approached the young elf warily. “Elrohir? What in Valar’s name? You look like you’ve seen a ghost?”
Finally Elrohir managed to get it out. “His horse…his horse returned…riderless. Blood…” Panic caused the other’s words to get jumbled and it took a pair of calm hands to take both of his carefully and a soothing voice to calm the younger down.
“Breathe...That’s it.” Erestor said softly, attempting to remain as calm as possible. Elrohir had obviously had quite a shock. “Whose horse? What do you mean?”
“Glorfindel’s horse.” Elrohir babbled. “Its back in Imladris. No rider. It was wounded by an arrow, but he made its way back. Gods...Erestor. Elladan…Something terrible has happened. Father won’t let me go down there. I have to get to my brother. I have to…”
Erestor felt his heart lurch. Glorfindel…no. It wasn’t possible. It had to be some kind of mistake. Some kind of visual error. He took a steady breath and laid both hands on Elrohir’s shaking shoulders. “Easy now, you must of course pay heed to your father. I will go see what is happening.”
“Pay heed!” Elrohir’s eyes flashed with rage as he struggled in Erestor’s grasp, pulling away roughly. “How can you stand there like that when my brother could be lying helpless somewhere! And Glorfindel probably dead! Valar help me, you really are as cold as they come Erestor! I’ll be damned to Mordor if I’m going to stand here and wait for you to find out what is going on. I came to see if you wanted to come with me. I thought perhaps you -cared- about Glorfindel, in spite of that ice wall you call a heart. I care about my brother, and I’m not going to wait around for answers. I don’t care what -you- or my father say.” With that blurted out, the furious young elf stormed away, leaving Erestor stunned for a few moments.
He certainly couldn’t let Elrohir go off on his own, not if e wae was trouble about, and who would stop the youngest son of Elrond? He could get himself hurt as well! “Elrohir!” Erestor cried out and found his feet moving after the other. He had let one travesty occur in the House of Elrond, and he was certainly -not- going to allow another.
****
They were moving again, fast. He was being held within Elladan’s strong arms, in front of him on his horse. They had not stopped moving since the last time he had swum back into consciousness in a haze of pain. He found that one eye was focusing, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that indeed his vision, if not completely whole, was back. However, he could not open both eyes. His mouth was dry, and he couldn’t feel the right side of his face. In fact, he was having problems feeling nearly the whole right side of his body. He glanced down to see that all limbs were at least intact, and his hearing was fine.
“Tis the medicine.” Elladanr said quickly when hlt Glt Glorfindel squirm in his arms. “Nothing to worry about, just lie still.”
“Are they behind us still?” Glorfindel’s voice croaked softly.
“Yes, they are not far behind, but our steeds are fast.”
“They cannot run forever.”
“Rest easy, my friend. I will get us all to safety.” Elladan said softly. The elder twin was clearly the most dedicated of the two, having been a ranger and heafor for most of his life. He shot a glance over to the others, who were tired, but faring well. The arrow that had been in his leg was gone, but the wound remained untreated. There was simply no time.
“Where are we headed?”
“Lothlorien, but it will take time. A long time. We cannot go back, the way is barred. You must hold on.”
Glorfindel sighed, the fingers of his left hand squeezing into Elladan’s hair. He could not feel the pain as much as before, but he knew it was there. They had given him something to deaden it. Again, his mind’s eye held the vision of the one that he remained on this earth for. His heart however, grew cold as he was clear of mind enough now to know that Erestor was probably not even -thinking-about him. What cruel twist of fate had guided him to fall in love with someone who could not love.
So onward they rode.
***
Haldir and Rumil glanced at each other, each frowning. They had been riding for weeks now, to meet the party from Rivendell. Galadriel had bidden them to do so without stating exactly why. Something wasn’t right about this whole situation and it did not sit well with the Watch Warden of Lorien. He pursed his lips as he was oft wont to do. “Yes, Rumil. We are on the right road.“ He replied to his brother’s recent question. Do you not remember the last time we went to Rivendell?”
Rumil wrinkled his nose, yes, he remembered it well, thus he was not at all pleased at the fact that they would soon -be- there. Or at the very least, he would have to deal with the extremely irritating bane of his existence. Elladan of Rivendell. He hadn’t really been asked to accompany Haldir, but no one had told him he couldn’t and so they had left Orophin in charge and been on their way. They bore a message with Galadriel’s response to the message Elrond was sending them. It was typical of her really. Galadriel did not like to waste time.
The sun was setting in the west as they kept on, night creeping up between them. The brother’s rode in silence as they usually did. Haldir did not speak much, and Rumil seemed to many to be his literal shadow. Deep down, there were reasons for it to be so, and neither brother was willing to admit them. Rumil bit his lip, his ears slightly twitching. He was sensing something. Something near.
“What is it?” Haldir asked his younger brother, turning to look carefully at him
“I
“In the distance…hoofbeats. They are moving fast, like the wind.”
Haldir never ceased to marvel at Rumil’s ability to sense things farther away than most elves would. What the younger elf heard was probably more than two or three days away, but that was his gift. Haldir nodded and clicked his heels against his steed to speed them further ahead. “Let us make haste, I think we shall not camp tonight.”
“Agreed.” Rumil nodded softly. Inwardly he was glad for that. The last thing he wanted was to spend another sleepless night lying by the side of the road at Haldir’s side.
**To be continued…**
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