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Chapter 9
Title: Abandoned chapter 9
Type: FPS
Author: Lady Mírfain (ladymirfain@earthlink.net)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Lindir/Elrond, Erestor/Glorfindel, Elladan/Orophin
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. They all belong to Tolkien. I am just borrowing them to play with. I promise to return them with smiles on their faces.
Beta: Krit
Notes: This was written for Lyric of Lorien as part of the Secret Friend Project for the Lindir yahoo group. She had requested a pairing of Lindir/Elrond with no shy Lindir and no fluff. It grew from there.
Summary: Lindir is found abandoned by his parents and it affects his life forever.
A/N: I have forgotten to include this prior to this chapter. The beaver dream was inspired by Darkladyd and Melyanna in one of our RPGs. I must pay homage to the strange way our minds work in the wee hours of the morning. Also, In this chapter the character of Carthôlion is owned by Tuxedo Elf and is used with her permission. Love you guys, bunches. Enjoy!
Abandoned Chapter 9
"Come, my love. Let us bathe the blood and the stench of our lovemaking from our bodies."
Taking Lindir's hand, Elrond led him to the sunken marble pool and opened the gates that would allow the fresh spring water to mingle with the water that was heated by fire and kept in immense vats located deep under Imladris. With the water now flowing into the tub, Elrond let go of Lindir's hand and grasped the bottle setting on the shelf next to the pool. Removing the stopper, he inhaled and sighed. "I love the smell of vanilla and lavender mixed, do not you, Lindir?" turning his head to smile at his lover. Turning back to the flowing water, Elrond allowed a large portion of the bath oil to pour out before setting the unstoppered vial on the wide ledge.
Lindir, shaken over what had happened, trembled visibly. Allowing Elrond to lead him to the tub, he kept his head lowered, his hair effectively hiding his face. Startled, he mumbled, "Aye," in response to his lover's question unable to meet his gaze. Tears were coursing down his cheeks. "I am sorry. I should leave." Turning towards the door, Lindir took three steps, before he was halted and spun, his mouth captured in a bruising kiss.
Elrond felt fear clutch his chest at Lindir's words. Desperately, he grabbed Lindir, spun him, and crushed their mouths together. Elrond tried to convey his desperate love for Lindir through their kiss, but when he released the other, knew he had failed. "Lindir, stay," was all he said, hoping it was enough for he knew not how to convince the elf otherwise.
Lindir held his body stiff in Elrond's embrace, fighting to keep from responding. When Elrond released him, he was able to keep from sobbing, but only with a supreme effort. Refusing to meet Elrond's gaze, Lindir hurried for the door, freezing with his hand on the door handle at Elrond's words. "I cannot," he whispered, trying to keep his voice steady without success. Then turning the handle, he left the room and fled to his chambers to collapse on his bed. Lindir sobbed for hours it seemed, until finally he drifted into a trouble sleep.
A maid entering to light the fire a few moments later, startled Lindir awake and he jumped to his feet. "Leave it," he saidrselrsely, his voice strained from the sobbing. Lindir then stood and watched her leave the room before turning to begin tossing clothing and supplies into a bag. Once he had packed what he would need, Lindir headed for the kitchens, hoping there would be sufficient supplies for him to take. Spying the freshly baked lembas, he stuffed enough into his bag to last for a month, grabbed a water skin, and headed for the main hall, fully expecting it to be empty.
Lindir froze in shock when he rounded the great staircase that faced the main doors. "Father, Mother?" he whispered, his face going white and he started to sway dangerously. He reached out for something, anything to steady himself, and was surprised when his mother rushed forward to help him.
"Lindir? Is it really you?" she cried, tears sliding down her pale cheeks at the sight of her son that she had presumed dead. Suddenly, she dropped in a dead faint at Lindir's feet.
Erestor and Glorfindel, coming down the stairs together, witnessed the incident, yet could hear no words. Seeing Lindir sway and watching the lady crumple, Glorfindel jumped the rail and landed gracefully next to them, helping Lindir to a seat before turning to pick the lady up and gently carry her into the Hall of Fire.
Placing her on a sofa, Glorfindel was shocked to note that the male elf that was with the lady had not moved from his spot. What shocked him even more was that he recognized the elf from his time spent in Lothlórien when the twins and Arwen were small. "Carthôlion! How fare you, my friend? I have not seen you for many an age." Finally, actually looking at the warrior standing at the foot of the stairs, Glorfindel gasped in shock.
Erestor had rushed down the stairs to kneel in front of Lindir, taking the cold, trembling hands in his own. His concern at spying the traveling bags in Lindir's possession was deep. "Lindir, what is it? What is wrong?" Looking up into the youngster's face, Erestor cried out at the dead look in the pale mistral's eyes. Erestor rose and, settling on the bench beside Lindir, pulled him into his lap, wrapping his arms around him, much as he had done with Arwen when she had been small. Stroking Lindir's hair, Erestor crooned softly to him and rocked him in his arms.
Carthôlion stood affixed to his spot. "Lindir?" he whispered, unable to believe his eyes. With a loud clatter, his wooden crutch fell to the floor from nerveless fingers and he crumpled to the floor, unable to support himself. His eyes never leaving the figure Erestor held on his lap, Carthôlion began to cry softly. "Lindir," he sighed and dropped his head into his hands and his shoulders began to shake from the force of the sobs that were torn from him.
Elrohir quickly moved to the aid of the fallen elf, yet wondered how he could help him. He quickly dropped down beside him and wrapped his arms around the shaking frame.
This was how his father found them.
Elrond, concern for Lindir gnawing at his breast, had bathed half-heartedly, dressed, and then gone looking for Lindir. When his rooms proved empty, Elrond had run towards the main doors, knowing that Lindir planned to leave Imladris.
He slid to a stop upon seeing Lindir held by Erestor, his son comforting a sobbing elf on the floor and Glorfindel just visible within the Hall of Fire. "What is the meaning of this?" Elrond asked, his voice filled with unshed tears.
Type: FPS
Author: Lady Mírfain (ladymirfain@earthlink.net)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Lindir/Elrond, Erestor/Glorfindel, Elladan/Orophin
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. They all belong to Tolkien. I am just borrowing them to play with. I promise to return them with smiles on their faces.
Beta: Krit
Notes: This was written for Lyric of Lorien as part of the Secret Friend Project for the Lindir yahoo group. She had requested a pairing of Lindir/Elrond with no shy Lindir and no fluff. It grew from there.
Summary: Lindir is found abandoned by his parents and it affects his life forever.
A/N: I have forgotten to include this prior to this chapter. The beaver dream was inspired by Darkladyd and Melyanna in one of our RPGs. I must pay homage to the strange way our minds work in the wee hours of the morning. Also, In this chapter the character of Carthôlion is owned by Tuxedo Elf and is used with her permission. Love you guys, bunches. Enjoy!
Abandoned Chapter 9
"Come, my love. Let us bathe the blood and the stench of our lovemaking from our bodies."
Taking Lindir's hand, Elrond led him to the sunken marble pool and opened the gates that would allow the fresh spring water to mingle with the water that was heated by fire and kept in immense vats located deep under Imladris. With the water now flowing into the tub, Elrond let go of Lindir's hand and grasped the bottle setting on the shelf next to the pool. Removing the stopper, he inhaled and sighed. "I love the smell of vanilla and lavender mixed, do not you, Lindir?" turning his head to smile at his lover. Turning back to the flowing water, Elrond allowed a large portion of the bath oil to pour out before setting the unstoppered vial on the wide ledge.
Lindir, shaken over what had happened, trembled visibly. Allowing Elrond to lead him to the tub, he kept his head lowered, his hair effectively hiding his face. Startled, he mumbled, "Aye," in response to his lover's question unable to meet his gaze. Tears were coursing down his cheeks. "I am sorry. I should leave." Turning towards the door, Lindir took three steps, before he was halted and spun, his mouth captured in a bruising kiss.
Elrond felt fear clutch his chest at Lindir's words. Desperately, he grabbed Lindir, spun him, and crushed their mouths together. Elrond tried to convey his desperate love for Lindir through their kiss, but when he released the other, knew he had failed. "Lindir, stay," was all he said, hoping it was enough for he knew not how to convince the elf otherwise.
Lindir held his body stiff in Elrond's embrace, fighting to keep from responding. When Elrond released him, he was able to keep from sobbing, but only with a supreme effort. Refusing to meet Elrond's gaze, Lindir hurried for the door, freezing with his hand on the door handle at Elrond's words. "I cannot," he whispered, trying to keep his voice steady without success. Then turning the handle, he left the room and fled to his chambers to collapse on his bed. Lindir sobbed for hours it seemed, until finally he drifted into a trouble sleep.
A maid entering to light the fire a few moments later, startled Lindir awake and he jumped to his feet. "Leave it," he saidrselrsely, his voice strained from the sobbing. Lindir then stood and watched her leave the room before turning to begin tossing clothing and supplies into a bag. Once he had packed what he would need, Lindir headed for the kitchens, hoping there would be sufficient supplies for him to take. Spying the freshly baked lembas, he stuffed enough into his bag to last for a month, grabbed a water skin, and headed for the main hall, fully expecting it to be empty.
Lindir froze in shock when he rounded the great staircase that faced the main doors. "Father, Mother?" he whispered, his face going white and he started to sway dangerously. He reached out for something, anything to steady himself, and was surprised when his mother rushed forward to help him.
"Lindir? Is it really you?" she cried, tears sliding down her pale cheeks at the sight of her son that she had presumed dead. Suddenly, she dropped in a dead faint at Lindir's feet.
Erestor and Glorfindel, coming down the stairs together, witnessed the incident, yet could hear no words. Seeing Lindir sway and watching the lady crumple, Glorfindel jumped the rail and landed gracefully next to them, helping Lindir to a seat before turning to pick the lady up and gently carry her into the Hall of Fire.
Placing her on a sofa, Glorfindel was shocked to note that the male elf that was with the lady had not moved from his spot. What shocked him even more was that he recognized the elf from his time spent in Lothlórien when the twins and Arwen were small. "Carthôlion! How fare you, my friend? I have not seen you for many an age." Finally, actually looking at the warrior standing at the foot of the stairs, Glorfindel gasped in shock.
Erestor had rushed down the stairs to kneel in front of Lindir, taking the cold, trembling hands in his own. His concern at spying the traveling bags in Lindir's possession was deep. "Lindir, what is it? What is wrong?" Looking up into the youngster's face, Erestor cried out at the dead look in the pale mistral's eyes. Erestor rose and, settling on the bench beside Lindir, pulled him into his lap, wrapping his arms around him, much as he had done with Arwen when she had been small. Stroking Lindir's hair, Erestor crooned softly to him and rocked him in his arms.
Carthôlion stood affixed to his spot. "Lindir?" he whispered, unable to believe his eyes. With a loud clatter, his wooden crutch fell to the floor from nerveless fingers and he crumpled to the floor, unable to support himself. His eyes never leaving the figure Erestor held on his lap, Carthôlion began to cry softly. "Lindir," he sighed and dropped his head into his hands and his shoulders began to shake from the force of the sobs that were torn from him.
Elrohir quickly moved to the aid of the fallen elf, yet wondered how he could help him. He quickly dropped down beside him and wrapped his arms around the shaking frame.
This was how his father found them.
Elrond, concern for Lindir gnawing at his breast, had bathed half-heartedly, dressed, and then gone looking for Lindir. When his rooms proved empty, Elrond had run towards the main doors, knowing that Lindir planned to leave Imladris.
He slid to a stop upon seeing Lindir held by Erestor, his son comforting a sobbing elf on the floor and Glorfindel just visible within the Hall of Fire. "What is the meaning of this?" Elrond asked, his voice filled with unshed tears.