Falling into Temptation

Lord of Imladris looked at them


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Title: Falling into Temptation:

Chapter/ Part: 5

 

Author:
Celebrian.

E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com

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

Pairing:
Elrohir/ Glorfindel & Elrond / Erestor.

Rating: PG
/ PG13.

Summary: Twin bonding and a father son talk.

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

Warnings: Fluffy / Angst.?

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: Ada: Father/ Papa.

Feedback: Please, Please! I beg of you. I will be
eternally grateful :o)

 

 

Thanks to my wonderful Betas, Emerald
& Elaine. :o)

 

 

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The Lord of
Imladris looked suspiciously at his two friends, who stopped talking at the
sound of the door.

 

“It seems
you two are spending too much time with the twins…” Elrond mused while
approaching them near the fire.

 

“Why is
that?”

 

“They stop
talking and stare when someone intrudes upon their conversation…Just like you
did… Have you talked to Elrohir?” The Lord of the house asked Glorfindel,
suddenly changing the topic of conversation.

 

“I have not
the opportunity yet.” The blond elf stated trying to calm his nerves, praying
that they passed unnoticed. What was he doing lying to Elrond? What in the name
of the Valar had led him to this… Lying to one of his best friends!…Worse yet,
a lie, involving the youngest of his sons in such a delicate matter.

Glorfindel
felt the knot in his stomach tighten at his friend’s concern for his younger
son. The blond elf knew he was supposed to say something to ease that concern,
but how could he tell the young elf’s father that his son was in love with him
and that somehow Glorfindel, himself, had encouraged that love. In a normal
situation the blond eldar would have probably already confessed the problem, if
it were not for his guilty conscience…

 

“Elrohir
will be fine Meleth-Nîn… He is young and most youngsters do not want their
parents to know what is going on in their lives, sometimes even they don’t even
really know…” Erestor petted his lover’s back, trying to soothe his worry away.


 

“I know he
will but I wish he could trust me his problems…” Elrond sighed heavily.

 

“I will
talk to him the first opportunity I have…” Glorfindel murmured. He could not bear to see his friend worry
about one of his children and he certainly could not look at Elrond in the eyes
right now. “I better start my day’s chores …”

 

With a
slight bow, the blond eldar left the study, leaving the other elves embraced
near the fire.

 

“He is acting
strange too… and I think you know more than I do……” Elrond mumbled as Erestor´s
head snuggled in his shoulder to kiss his neck. “What do you know?” his voice
came husky and seductive while his arms enveloped his lover closer.

 

“Why should
I know something?…” Erestor´s mused timbre asked as his lips spread butterfly
kisses over the other’s neck and jaw line.

 

“You always
know…” with half open eyelids he teased.

 

“How nice
from you!… Yesterday I was not very…ORGANIZED,” he tried to imitate the Lord of
Imladris’ tone of voice, “…and now you imply I have enough free time to wander
around the house and listen through the walls?!” Playing outraged, Erestor
tried vainly to pull away from the strong loving grip.

 

“How did
you find out I was attracted to you?” Arching his eyebrows austerely, Elrond
watched his lover blush.

 

“THAT was
an accident!”

 

“You were
passing by…and you have never done anything like that before…” He teased.

 

“I WAS
passing by, and I have NEVER done anything like that … I only stopped when I
heard you saying my name… and I could not leave…” The dark haired elf Lord
managed to say in defence of his
behaviour.

 

Cupping the
embarrassed, blushing face in one hand, Elrond pulled Erestor to face him up
and kissed his lips softly, “I am glad you stopped to listen…”, the air of the
whisper brushed the dark haired elf’s lips faintly. “Otherwise we might not be
together right now…”

 

“Mnnn…I
believe we would...” Entranced by the proximity of their mouths Erestor
whispered to the alluring lips. Stepping closer into the embrace. “I believe we
would…”

 

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Elrohir was
sitting on his bed, playing unconsciously with the corners of one of the bed’s
big cushions that was resting on his lap. Meanwhile he remembered the past days
events…

 

 


“Elrohir…Please…”. Glorfindel had pleaded against his lips “You do not
know

…You
have lots of things to experience Pen-Neth… Only that experience will lead you
to true love.”

 

 

“I do love you Elrohir… more than
anything on the face of Arda” he had stated, looking into Elrohir´s eyes. The
night they first kissed. The night he saved Elrohir from dying frozen by the
inclemency of the weather. “I will wait
for you… I will wait for you to find out and experience everything you want or
need… and then… If you still feel what you are feeling at this moment…if you
still love me… Then I will be yours…”

 

 

Elrohir´s
mind played last night’s scene over and over against the one that happened two
nights ago, even the one in the Halls of Fire,
and something was not right … something did not fit right…

 

Why had
Glorfindel pushed him away so deliberately last night if he had told him he
loved him. That he would wait for him… Was he lying?. Elrohir did not think so.
He had looked into his eyes and he had seen nothing but love there. His actions
had been so adoring and caring… Why would he say he would wait if he was going
to push him away? He had not even touched Elrohir, to think he had used the
young elf…Elrohir shook his head as this crazy idea crossed his mind.
Glorfindel would never use him. Not him, nor any other. But he needed to check
all the possible reasons for such a sudden change of behaviour.

He had
insisted on the fact of … the age
difference between them… Was he afraid of what Elrond could say?… That was very
likely… Even Elrohir was unsure if his father would understand his feelings for
his blond tutor… But that could not be all… Elrohir ran an anxious hand through
his dark hair, pulling it away from his face. This was going to send him
insane… He did not want to doubt his beloved’s words… but they contradicted…
right?… Or maybe not… Glorfindel had not said he did not love him… he had said
he was too young and inexperienced… Elrohir frowned at this thought… Of course
he was inexperienced… he was waiting for him, and only him… What was he
supposed to do? To sleep with the first elf that crossed his way, only to…
Elrohir shook his head once again… That was not what Glorfindel was referring
too… Or was it?… Was this because he had not slept with anybody?… Maybe he had
added the word inexperienced to emphasize his idea. That Elrohir was young… A
young elf would by consequence be inexperienced because he had not lived enough
to…experience!. But what was Elrohir supposed to do?… Wait a hundred years to
feel Glorfindel´s lips once again over his own?… To hear him whisper seductive
love words to his ear … to feel his touch on his burning skin…

 

“Are you
feeling better?…” Elladan entered the room… and jumped onto the bed to lie next
his twin brother.

 

“No… Not
really… I think I might have a headache…” Elrohir stated, rubbing his forehead
insistently. “You?…”

 

“Pretty
much like yesterday…” Elladan snuggled in the cushion Elrohir held in his lap
and looked at his younger brother.

 

“Have you
seen him?…”. The younger twin petted his brother’s hair soothingly.

 

“I have not
left the house today…”Elladan denied with a soft movement of his head.

 

“Are you afraid
you might cross him in the corridors?…”

 

“Ah… I do
not want to see him today… nor tomorrow or the next day… but it will be easier
with time…”

 

“Why did
he?… What was the cause?”

 

“He had
fallen in love with his friend…” Elladan looked away.

 

“I am sorry
Elladan…”

 

“Maybe I
should listen to you next time… You never liked him…”

 

“You should
always listen to me… I might be the youngest… but I am definitely the wisest…”
Elrohir mocked his brother with a wide grin playing on his lips.

 

“So you
think…” Elladan laughed.

 

“I am!… You
always rush your actions! You need to think things through before doing them…”

 

“Mnnn… That
is your problem Elrohir…” He stated after considering his words. “You think too
much.”

 

“What do
you mean?” He asked puzzled.

 

“You give
your prey time to think! –By the way, I am referring to Glorfindel here, if you
did not notice…-“ With a playful slap on his brother’s head he continued. “You
let him know that you are thinking of him, and with this you give him time to
prevent your advances… Maybe if you acted more quickly you would catch him off
guard and you might steal a kiss from him… maybe more…” Elladan smiled as his
twin blushed. Elrohir was so extremely shy to Elladan´s eyes. Too much for his
own taste.

 

“I can not
jump into his arms and kiss him!. He would not like that… Besides I do not want
to steal a kiss from him… -not that I would complain- but… I want him to WANT
to kiss me…”

 

“You are
helplessly romantic!” He laughed, amused.

 

“There is
nothing wrong with that…”Elrohir muttered in his own defence.

 

“Of course
not…” Elladan smiled reassuringly to his younger brother. “Do you think
Glorfindel is romantic too?”

 

“As far as
I know…” He stated dreamily.

 

“As far as
YOU KNOW?!. What have you not told me Elrohir?!…”

 

“Nothing…”.
Elrohir avoided Elladan´s eyes wishing he had not said that. Now Elladan would
not stop until he got him to talk.

 

“I tell YOU
everything!…” Elladan sat expectantly facing his twin. “He kissed you?”. He
watched as Elrohir´s face changed colours, from a marble winter white to a
reddish pink spring rose. “He did!…”

 

“I kissed
him… and he kissed me back.” Elrohir stated hesitatingly. “Please Elladan… Be
careful with this… This not only involves me, I do not know how father would
react and I do not want Glorfindel to have any troubles because of me.”
Pleading his brother Elrohir, spoke his concern. “THINK before you speak…
Please…Promise me you will think before opening your mouth…”

 

“I promise
Elrohir… I will cut my tongue out before I reveal this secret to anyone… Not
even the worst torture would make me reveal it…” Elladan´s seriousness made
Elrohir giggle and he started to giggle too. “You can trust me…”

 

“Thankyou…”
Elrohir smiled and hugged his brother tightly. He knew Elladan would do his best
to keep his secret safeter ter all he never meant any harm, the secrets just
seemed to slip out of his mouth involuntarily.

 

“Come in!”.
Elrohir told to the one knocking at the door and his father appeared quietly as
it opened.

 

Elrond´s
heart filled with joy at the sight of his two sons. They were the light in the
dark tunnel his life was. Them, his lover and his best friend.

 

“Am I
interrupting some kind of twin bonding? Or anything?” he asked
light-heartedly.

 

“Mnnn… Yes…
But that’s fine… We can modify it a little and make father / sons bonding…”.
Elladan´s enthusiastic comment made Elrond snigger.

 

“I am
honoured to know that you still want to spend time with your father… That is
rather out of the ordinary for elves your age.” He sat at the foot of the bed.

 

“You know,
we love you papa…” Elladan assured with his most charming, sugary, childish
voice.

 

“What are
you going to ask Elladan?…”. Elrond looked intently at his older son, amused by
the outraged expression on his face. “I fear you when you use that bee charming
voice…”

 

“Father!…”
Elladan chided accusingly, making Elrohir giggle.

 

Elrond
calmed his distressed son, laughing softly. “ I do know you love me… and I love
you two too.” He smiled lovingly at his older son, Elladan was the one causing
trouble all the time, and making him cranky, but he was also the one who needed
to be reassured that he was loved. Elrond had decided long ago that his
misbehaviour was only another way to get everybody’s attention, it was the best
way he had to prove they loved him, For someone who is not loved, is not
punished or reprimanded, nor is corrected or guided. He knew that.

 

“Speaking of
bonding…When the spring comes, you can come hunting with us…That would
be nice.” Elrohir´s timid voice finally added. “It is long time past since you
last joined us…”

 

“Mnnn… I
know. I promise I will do my best this season.
Maybe I can go a couple of days instead of Erestor or Glorfindel…”

 

“I do not
think Glorfindel would have any problems with that… So you and Erestor could
have some time… to spend with us…” Elrohir said watching carefully his father’s
reaction.

 

“I do not
think he would have…” Elrond looked puzzled at Elrohir and smiled; blaming his
imagination for the hint of insinuation, of knowledge he thought he heard in
Elrohir´s voice. “And I could use some days in the wild…”

 

“Me too… I
am tired of this weather. The snow is so thick you can not see ten feet in
front of you. It is practically impossible to get out of the house.”

 

“I think
Erestor was going to check some things at the stables. Why do not you go help
him?”

 

“Erestor?…”
Elladan frowned his brow not very convinced that he wanted to go with Erestor
now. “He will find some chore to keep me out of trouble, and I am too tired to
do anything… ah… but I do want to go to the stables…”

 

“It will be
hard, to avoid hard labours…” Elrond guaranteed.

 

“Use the
honey charming voice and flutter your eyelashes like a soaked puppy” Elrohir
suggested giggling.

 

“Ah… He is
immune… and I think Glorfindel is getting immune too …” he sighed, getting up
from the bed. “I do not know why. Surely I am not less adorable than when I was
little…”

 

“Of course
not brother…” Elrohir assured, mocking him while Elrond covered his face,
amused and laughing.

 

Elladan
looked at his twin brother with a mockery of irritation in his face. “I will be
nice and stop this conversation here… Only because you are not feeling well.”
He was approaching to the door. “I will visit you later…”

 

When
Elladan crossed the door and closed it behind him Elrond lifted his head to
face Elrohir.

 

“Are you
feeling better?…”

 

“No. Not
really. I can not think of food yet.” Elrohir looked at his father. He knew him
and he knew he was worried. “ I am well papa… Do not worry about me. You have
enough work with Elladan.”

 

“Indeed I
have…” Elrond chuckled lightly. “Very much work… “ He looked at his son’s green
eyes, and he noticed that the usual sparkle that lived in them was very soft
this day, softer than he had noticed in a long time. Maybe as soft as when his
first cat died… Elrohir was eight. He
cried a whole week, only Glorfindel’s arms would soothe away the pain of the lost
momentarily. Then Glorfindel had started to teach him and Elladan how to ride,
and he started to forget… that, and the fact that Erestor had found him another
cat.

 

“Ada?…”

 

“I am
sorry…”

 

“What were
you thinking about?…”

 

“I
remembered when you were little… and you lost your first pet. You have the same
gloom in your eyes… “ Elrond lifted his hand and caressed his youngest son’s
cheek tenderly. “You are sad.”

 

“ I am not
feeling well…That is all.” The young elf tried to avoid the topic.

 

“You can
trust me Elrohir…. I would like to know what is happening to you.”

 

“You would
never understand…” Elrohir mumbled weakly.


 

“I was
young once too…” He assured his son smiling at Elrohir´s insecurity.

 

“I know…
but this… my feelings are… it is very complicated… even for me… I do not think
I can explain it to you or anybody…”

 

“This has
to do with matters of the heart?…”

 

“Yes…” The
young elf stared at his hands playing with the fluffy cushion. “There is this…
elf… I… he…”

 

“It is alright
Elrohir… You do not have to say anything you do not wish to…I will listen to
whatever you want to speak of”

 

“Well… I
love him… so much… sometimes it hurts deeply in my heart. And when I see him…
all I want to do is kiss him…” * and love him * he thought
to himself.

 

“Does he
know about your feelings?” He knew the answer to his question, all three of
them had noticed the true nature of Elrohir´s feelings a long time ago, but
nonetheless he asked quietly.

 

“Yes…
But…Mnnn…He… He told me he loved me
too, that he will wait for me…” Elrohir lifted his gaze from the big cushion he
was concentrating on. “He is a little older…”

 

“How much
older?” Elrond frowned his eyebrows to emphasize his question, although he knew
perfectly well how much older his blond friend was from his son.

 

“…eh… a
little…” The nervous elf calmed when his father asked what was the problem if
this… elf had promised to wait. Elrohir found himself in the disjunctive to
tell his father what had really happened the previous night, but decided it was
not an option. His father would jump to conclusions and find out that the elf
Elrohir was referring to was his long time blond friend. “I do not want to
wait!” He ended. Elrohir was not lying.
He did not want to wait, and obviously
he took his father by surprise because he had started laughing heartedly.

 

“Of course
you do not want to wait…” Elrond managed to say between his giggles. “Nobody
wants to wait at your age. But if you think this particular elf worthy of you,
and you are sure that he is the one you love, you will wait. Love is not an
easy thing to achieve, you have to work hard but subtly to get it.”

 

Elrohir´s
mind wondered who had seduced whom. Erestor or his father? He had to bite his
tongue not to ask

 

“But I want
you to be sure of yourself. Of your feelings. I do not want you to do anything
if you are confused. Do not rush things. You might think it’s love but find out
otherwise in the future…”

 

* What
is this? A favourite phrase of your times to restrain young elves? I KNOW what
I want and it is him. I am not infatuated I LOVE HIM * Elrohir wanted to scream but
instead he nodded. * Why does everybody assume that I do not know what I
feel. Nobody will ever be better than me to find that out * “I promise I won’t do anything unless I
am sure it is what I want…”

 

Elrond
smiled at his son. “You can always talk to me… Never doubt it… No matter what
the SUBJECT is. Alright?”

 

“Alright…”

 

“Good… Now
are you going to come down or are you going to spend what is left of the day
here?”

 

“I will be
here… I want to be alone for a while…”

 

“Very well…
I will leave you to your thinking then…” The Lord of Imladris stood and before
accomplishing his word he kissed his youngest son’s temple after pushing the rebellious
braids away the youngsters face. “I love you Elrohir”

 

“I love you
too Ada…”

 

 

TBC…