Beauty And The Beast
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Part Five
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 FIVE
A/N: I am using Agie’s elf age guide as a reference to the twins; 15 would make them 5.4. *grins*
Over the next several days, the two elves fell into a routine. Lindir would wake to find a bath drawn and breakfast ready. His second morning he found Erestor had left him another robe, tunic, and set of leggings. He had grinned widely at the gesture, knowing without a doubt that the other elf craved companionship.
Most of the time, Erestor stayed away from the Teleri, however, he always appeared at dinner. Lindir found himself looking forward to this time, even though the Noldo was still solemn, gruff, and grouchy. When Lindir sang, or even read aloud from one of the books left for him, Erestor found himself spellbound.
The dark-haired elf could not help himself; Lindir’s mere presence was as a siren’s call to his soul! He would spend a short time basking in the attention the other elf bestowed upon him, pretending all was right in his world. The Teleri spoke to him as if he were a *regular* elf but Erestor would panic when those jewel-like eyes met his. He felt warmed and when Lindir smiled, he could almost believe he cared for him. Almost.
It was then that the voice would remind him of who, what, he was; of how undeserving he was of anyone like Lindir.
When the pain of the truth became unbearable, when Lindir’s kindness seem to mock him, that’s when the Noldo would storm from the room, locking himself away.
Erestor slammed the door shut, his wild gaze falling on the papers that he treasured! He closed his eyes and remembered the hurt look on Lindir’s beautiful face when he just now ran from the living room.
Then…he heard that ethereal voice raised in song. It was a song of hope, a song of determination…it was then Erestor knew he was lost.
He fell to his knees and wept bitter tears. He was afraid he had lost his heart; but he was more scared that the sentiment was not returned and that once the pass was clear…his heart would be gone forever.
~*~
Lindir sat in front of the fireplace, the last notes of the song fading from the air. He pulled his knees up close and rested his chin atop them while he tried to recall what had went so wrong this evening.
He had been pleased Erestor was beginning to spend more and more time with him, although he still kept his distance and continued to hide behind that matted curtain of hair.
Lindir had attempted to sneak a closer look at the elf, but all he could see was smudged, dark skin. Erestor flinched at the intense scrutiny and Lindir worried he would bolt right then.
Quickly, he began talking about Lord Elrond’s twin sons. They had recently turned fifteen and were mischievous little terrors. As he told of how the elflings put frogs in their ada’s bath, he saw Erestor smile.
Lindir felt his breath catch and his heart momentarily stop. He forced himself to continue speaking but his gaze remained fixed on Erestor. Those full lips, usually so harsh and grim, now curved softly, gracefully in a heart-wrenching smile. A simple smile that told of his loneliness and his longing to *belong*.
The night passed with more stories of the twins and when all had grown quiet, Lindir thought Erestor had fallen asleep.
Quietly, he made his way to where the Noldo sat and carefully placed his hand on Erestor’s. He called his name softly and was rewarded when those velvet brown eyes met his own briefly.
Erestor wanted to drown in those amethyst eyes and indeed, felt himself being pulled forward. He suddenly realized Lindir was touching him and he looked down to where their flesh met. Lindir’s flawless, elegant hand on his own filthy, beast-like one.
Launching himself to his feet, Erestor snapped, “Stay away from me!! Do not touch me again!”
Then he disappeared down the hall.
Lindir sighed and pulled his knees tighter to his chest. He had hoped that touch would have helped their relationship, to show Erestor he was not afraid of him…but it seemed to make it worse.
He still did not know why Erestor feared him! Lindir would never hurt him; surely, he could sense that!
Raising his head, he looked in the direction his host had fled. What *does* Erestor do all day? Why does he keep himself secluded?
He would make sure he asked Erestor the very next time he saw him.
~*~
The next morning Lindir awoke and realized something was very wrong. There was no breakfast sitting on the table and no bath drawn; Erestor had not been here.
Had he been that upset last night? Surely, an innocent touch would not have him in such a panic, would it? Well, the other elf *had* been alone all these many years and it could be he was unaccustomed to contact. Lindir planned on speaking with Erestor today and he would just have to add that subject to the list. He was not going to have the darkling run from him all the time!
~*~
Lindir roamed through the house calling for Erestor. He stoked up the fire in the fireplace and noticed the little stove was still cold. Nothing had been cooked on it since last night.
Now the minstrel began to worry. He headed down the hallway, searching rooms he had never been in before.
There was a storage closet that held some foodstuffs, but no Noldo elf. Lindir went to the next room and stopped short. This was Erestor’s bedroom. He frowned at the Spartan furnishings; one nondescript bed, one dresser, and one wardrobe. No tapestries, no rugs, no personal touches. He noticed there was a bathroom attached but it, too, was lacking in warmth.
Feeling himself grow more and more anxious, Lindir exited and went to the last room. He hesitated at the door, the sensation he should not be here almost overpowering, but he was here to find Erestor!
Taking a deep breath, Lindir turned the handle and stepped inside the room. His mouth hung open in shock. The chamber was bathed in warm light that reached into every recess. However, what truly captured Lindir’s attention were the dozens and dozens of drawings! They covered the walls, the desk, and even the floor! Pieces of charcoal, pots of ink, and quills littered the room and Lindir was careful where he stepped.
This was where Erestor must spend all of his time! Lindir gazed in wonder at the drawings. Many were of scenery or events that must have happened in Erestor’s life. Yes, there was the battle with Melkor; where Erestor had been cursed and this pass where he now made his home.
There were pictures depicting caravans, both human and elven, animals of the area; brief glimpses into Erestor’s solitary existence. Lindir stopped when he came across what looked like a portrait…but it was not of any creature he recognized.
The hair was long, wild, and matted, hiding the subject’s face. The hands were almost claw-like as they clasped the cloak. He stared at the creature’s eyes, dark eyes that blazed with loneliness and pain.
Lindir dropped the paper back to the desk when he realized this was Erestor’s self-portrait! This was how the Noldo viewed himself…no wonder he shied away from Lindir!!
Feeling as if he better understood what motivated Erestor, Lindir dropped that thought as his eye caught another, more recent portrait. He brought a hand to his mouth to keep from crying out as he looked into his own face.
Erestor had drawn him, but it was more than that! He had caught the love for life in Lindir’s eyes and the gentleness in his soul, every detail every nuance captured for all to see. Lindir felt his throat tighten as he came to understand that Erestor *did* care for him. It was right there before him, proof of the Noldo’s interest in him.
Suddenly, he heard a noise and looked up to see Erestor at the open doorway.
Erestor’s heart froze when he saw the Teleri in his study and the picture he was holding. When Lindir looked up at him with tears in his eyes, Erestor panicked! He knew and was horrified! By the Valar!
Lindir walked closer to him, painfully aware he had trespassed into Erestor’s personal space.
“I apologize…I was looking for you and-“
Erestor snatched the picture from Lindir’s hands, inadvertently knocking the minstrel backwards. Before he could catch his balance, Lindir stumbled on a chair and fell.
//See, you cannot be with him! You will only bring him pain!//
Seeing the shock in Erestor’s eyes, Lindir tried to let him know he was unharmed but the dark-haired elf had spun and fled again.
“Erestor, no!!” Lindir yelled after him as he hurried to his feet to follow.
~*~
Erestor stopped briefly when he was outside and leapt up into his hiding place. He ignored the tears as the pain in his chest was too keen.
He had hurt Lindir! He *was* only a beast!!
Curling up into a ball, he gave in to despair.
~*~
Lindir raced into the icy wind, calling out for Erestor.
“Erestor, please! Do not run from me. I did not mean to intrude in your study!! The pictures are beautiful! Erestor!! Please!”
Where could he have gone? He was not that far behind him when they ran out of the house, but there was no sign of the Noldo.
Growling from behind caused Lindir to freeze. Slowly, he glanced back and saw a warg stalking closer to him.
“Oh, Valar,” he breathed. He would not make it to the house in time, this he knew, but nonetheless had to try.
As the warg leapt forward, a dark form suddenly appeared between them. The creature never slowed, instead biting into the new prey.
Lindir screamed in denial as the warg grabbed Erestor by the shoulder and shook hard. He saw the Noldo’s sword fall to the ground and he raced forward.
Erestor’s hands were clenched into the warg’s throat, trying to dig in to crush its windpipe.
Suddenly, a Teleri battle cry rent the air as Lindir raised the sword and brought it down onto the creature’s neck. It dropped Erestor and Lindir’s next stroke separated its head from its body.
Hurrying to the darkling, Lindir assisted him to his feet.
“You should have made your escape!” growled Erestor.
“I was not going to leave you,” Lindir answered, looking worriedly at the blood racing from Erestor’s wound.
“I do not ask for your help!”
“That does not matter…you are getting it anyway,” the Teleri answered firmly.
Before Erestor could argue again, the loss of blood caught up with him and he felt himself fall into strong, lithe arms.
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 FIVE
A/N: I am using Agie’s elf age guide as a reference to the twins; 15 would make them 5.4. *grins*
Over the next several days, the two elves fell into a routine. Lindir would wake to find a bath drawn and breakfast ready. His second morning he found Erestor had left him another robe, tunic, and set of leggings. He had grinned widely at the gesture, knowing without a doubt that the other elf craved companionship.
Most of the time, Erestor stayed away from the Teleri, however, he always appeared at dinner. Lindir found himself looking forward to this time, even though the Noldo was still solemn, gruff, and grouchy. When Lindir sang, or even read aloud from one of the books left for him, Erestor found himself spellbound.
The dark-haired elf could not help himself; Lindir’s mere presence was as a siren’s call to his soul! He would spend a short time basking in the attention the other elf bestowed upon him, pretending all was right in his world. The Teleri spoke to him as if he were a *regular* elf but Erestor would panic when those jewel-like eyes met his. He felt warmed and when Lindir smiled, he could almost believe he cared for him. Almost.
It was then that the voice would remind him of who, what, he was; of how undeserving he was of anyone like Lindir.
When the pain of the truth became unbearable, when Lindir’s kindness seem to mock him, that’s when the Noldo would storm from the room, locking himself away.
Erestor slammed the door shut, his wild gaze falling on the papers that he treasured! He closed his eyes and remembered the hurt look on Lindir’s beautiful face when he just now ran from the living room.
Then…he heard that ethereal voice raised in song. It was a song of hope, a song of determination…it was then Erestor knew he was lost.
He fell to his knees and wept bitter tears. He was afraid he had lost his heart; but he was more scared that the sentiment was not returned and that once the pass was clear…his heart would be gone forever.
~*~
Lindir sat in front of the fireplace, the last notes of the song fading from the air. He pulled his knees up close and rested his chin atop them while he tried to recall what had went so wrong this evening.
He had been pleased Erestor was beginning to spend more and more time with him, although he still kept his distance and continued to hide behind that matted curtain of hair.
Lindir had attempted to sneak a closer look at the elf, but all he could see was smudged, dark skin. Erestor flinched at the intense scrutiny and Lindir worried he would bolt right then.
Quickly, he began talking about Lord Elrond’s twin sons. They had recently turned fifteen and were mischievous little terrors. As he told of how the elflings put frogs in their ada’s bath, he saw Erestor smile.
Lindir felt his breath catch and his heart momentarily stop. He forced himself to continue speaking but his gaze remained fixed on Erestor. Those full lips, usually so harsh and grim, now curved softly, gracefully in a heart-wrenching smile. A simple smile that told of his loneliness and his longing to *belong*.
The night passed with more stories of the twins and when all had grown quiet, Lindir thought Erestor had fallen asleep.
Quietly, he made his way to where the Noldo sat and carefully placed his hand on Erestor’s. He called his name softly and was rewarded when those velvet brown eyes met his own briefly.
Erestor wanted to drown in those amethyst eyes and indeed, felt himself being pulled forward. He suddenly realized Lindir was touching him and he looked down to where their flesh met. Lindir’s flawless, elegant hand on his own filthy, beast-like one.
Launching himself to his feet, Erestor snapped, “Stay away from me!! Do not touch me again!”
Then he disappeared down the hall.
Lindir sighed and pulled his knees tighter to his chest. He had hoped that touch would have helped their relationship, to show Erestor he was not afraid of him…but it seemed to make it worse.
He still did not know why Erestor feared him! Lindir would never hurt him; surely, he could sense that!
Raising his head, he looked in the direction his host had fled. What *does* Erestor do all day? Why does he keep himself secluded?
He would make sure he asked Erestor the very next time he saw him.
~*~
The next morning Lindir awoke and realized something was very wrong. There was no breakfast sitting on the table and no bath drawn; Erestor had not been here.
Had he been that upset last night? Surely, an innocent touch would not have him in such a panic, would it? Well, the other elf *had* been alone all these many years and it could be he was unaccustomed to contact. Lindir planned on speaking with Erestor today and he would just have to add that subject to the list. He was not going to have the darkling run from him all the time!
~*~
Lindir roamed through the house calling for Erestor. He stoked up the fire in the fireplace and noticed the little stove was still cold. Nothing had been cooked on it since last night.
Now the minstrel began to worry. He headed down the hallway, searching rooms he had never been in before.
There was a storage closet that held some foodstuffs, but no Noldo elf. Lindir went to the next room and stopped short. This was Erestor’s bedroom. He frowned at the Spartan furnishings; one nondescript bed, one dresser, and one wardrobe. No tapestries, no rugs, no personal touches. He noticed there was a bathroom attached but it, too, was lacking in warmth.
Feeling himself grow more and more anxious, Lindir exited and went to the last room. He hesitated at the door, the sensation he should not be here almost overpowering, but he was here to find Erestor!
Taking a deep breath, Lindir turned the handle and stepped inside the room. His mouth hung open in shock. The chamber was bathed in warm light that reached into every recess. However, what truly captured Lindir’s attention were the dozens and dozens of drawings! They covered the walls, the desk, and even the floor! Pieces of charcoal, pots of ink, and quills littered the room and Lindir was careful where he stepped.
This was where Erestor must spend all of his time! Lindir gazed in wonder at the drawings. Many were of scenery or events that must have happened in Erestor’s life. Yes, there was the battle with Melkor; where Erestor had been cursed and this pass where he now made his home.
There were pictures depicting caravans, both human and elven, animals of the area; brief glimpses into Erestor’s solitary existence. Lindir stopped when he came across what looked like a portrait…but it was not of any creature he recognized.
The hair was long, wild, and matted, hiding the subject’s face. The hands were almost claw-like as they clasped the cloak. He stared at the creature’s eyes, dark eyes that blazed with loneliness and pain.
Lindir dropped the paper back to the desk when he realized this was Erestor’s self-portrait! This was how the Noldo viewed himself…no wonder he shied away from Lindir!!
Feeling as if he better understood what motivated Erestor, Lindir dropped that thought as his eye caught another, more recent portrait. He brought a hand to his mouth to keep from crying out as he looked into his own face.
Erestor had drawn him, but it was more than that! He had caught the love for life in Lindir’s eyes and the gentleness in his soul, every detail every nuance captured for all to see. Lindir felt his throat tighten as he came to understand that Erestor *did* care for him. It was right there before him, proof of the Noldo’s interest in him.
Suddenly, he heard a noise and looked up to see Erestor at the open doorway.
Erestor’s heart froze when he saw the Teleri in his study and the picture he was holding. When Lindir looked up at him with tears in his eyes, Erestor panicked! He knew and was horrified! By the Valar!
Lindir walked closer to him, painfully aware he had trespassed into Erestor’s personal space.
“I apologize…I was looking for you and-“
Erestor snatched the picture from Lindir’s hands, inadvertently knocking the minstrel backwards. Before he could catch his balance, Lindir stumbled on a chair and fell.
//See, you cannot be with him! You will only bring him pain!//
Seeing the shock in Erestor’s eyes, Lindir tried to let him know he was unharmed but the dark-haired elf had spun and fled again.
“Erestor, no!!” Lindir yelled after him as he hurried to his feet to follow.
~*~
Erestor stopped briefly when he was outside and leapt up into his hiding place. He ignored the tears as the pain in his chest was too keen.
He had hurt Lindir! He *was* only a beast!!
Curling up into a ball, he gave in to despair.
~*~
Lindir raced into the icy wind, calling out for Erestor.
“Erestor, please! Do not run from me. I did not mean to intrude in your study!! The pictures are beautiful! Erestor!! Please!”
Where could he have gone? He was not that far behind him when they ran out of the house, but there was no sign of the Noldo.
Growling from behind caused Lindir to freeze. Slowly, he glanced back and saw a warg stalking closer to him.
“Oh, Valar,” he breathed. He would not make it to the house in time, this he knew, but nonetheless had to try.
As the warg leapt forward, a dark form suddenly appeared between them. The creature never slowed, instead biting into the new prey.
Lindir screamed in denial as the warg grabbed Erestor by the shoulder and shook hard. He saw the Noldo’s sword fall to the ground and he raced forward.
Erestor’s hands were clenched into the warg’s throat, trying to dig in to crush its windpipe.
Suddenly, a Teleri battle cry rent the air as Lindir raised the sword and brought it down onto the creature’s neck. It dropped Erestor and Lindir’s next stroke separated its head from its body.
Hurrying to the darkling, Lindir assisted him to his feet.
“You should have made your escape!” growled Erestor.
“I was not going to leave you,” Lindir answered, looking worriedly at the blood racing from Erestor’s wound.
“I do not ask for your help!”
“That does not matter…you are getting it anyway,” the Teleri answered firmly.
Before Erestor could argue again, the loss of blood caught up with him and he felt himself fall into strong, lithe arms.
TBC