Livin' On A Prayer
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,404
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Part 5
Title: Livin’ On a Prayer
Fandom: LoTR
Author: Lynsey
Websites and Mailing List: See links under user information
Beta: None
Chapter: 5/?
Pairings: Erestor/Lindir
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Domestic abuse
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: An aspiring musician and his husband are down on their luck and living the hard life. Can they hope to rise above as long as they have each other? Or will life fall apart around them.
It was late by the time they left the little restaurant. Full of good food and slightly sleepy, Elladan escorted Erestor outside.
“Would you like a ride home? We are awfully far from your work. I don’t know how far we are from your home…” Elladan paused, turning Erestor toward him so he could look in his eyes. “Unless, you don’t want to go home? I would be happy to take you too an inn for the night.”
Erestor shook his head. “I should go home. I need to talk to my husband.”
Elladan nodded regretfully. “Alright. At least let me pay for a carriage home.”
Erestor hesitated. It would take forever to get home from here. They’d come a long way in their wandering this night. “Fine. I need to get home.”
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It was almost dawn by the time Erestor arrived in the hired carriage. He was grateful he and Elladan had parted ways earlier. The carriage had dropped Elladan off where he was staying with a friend at one of the large and wealthy estates. The time alone had given Erestor the ability to think about what he was going to say to Lindir, if his husband was even home.
Erestor stepped out of the carriage with his bag of clothing over his shoulder. He still wore the fancy new clothing that Elladan had purchased for him. He didn’t know how he was going to explain that to Lindir.
The hut was quiet when he entered, but the lump on the bed proved his husband was there. Erestor sat his bag down on the floor as he shut and locked the door.
Lindir sat up, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. His face changed from sleepy to suspicious in a moment. “Where did you get those clothes?” his voice was still rusty from sleep.
Erestor suddenly felt extremely tired. He was used to being up all night at work anyway, but the emotional turmoil of the past several hours was beginning to take its toll.
“I thought you would ask something more along the lines of, ‘How does your face feel?’” Erestor said sarcastically.
“You know I never meant to hurt you,” Lindir whispered.
“That didn’t stop you from doing it,” Erestor retorted, cleaning up the pot of roast and used utensils from the night before.
Lindir scooted off the bed and went to his husband. He winced when he felt Erestor tense hard when Lindir embraced him from behind. The silvery-blond held the darkling for a little bit, hoping that Erestor would relax in his arms. “I’m sorry,” Lindir said, touching the bruised face and slightly swollen eye. He turned his husband to get a better look at his face. “I’m so sorry, beloved.”
Erestor looked down, and breathed deeply.
Lindir moved his hand from Erestor’s face to the front of the slivery tunic he wore. “Where did you get this?”
“A friend. From the bar.”
Lindir’s hand fisted in the material. “One of your friends that you entertained the other night?” The fist got tighter.
“Yes,” Erestor said in a small voice.
Lindir breathed hard and forced himself to let go of the material. “What did you have to do to get this? Did he touch you?”
Erestor’s eyes widened. “No. He’s just a friend.”
“These are awfully big favors for just a friend.” Lindir’s fingers found the silver necklace. “And what did you have to do for this?” Tears welled up in the blond’s eyes and spilled over. “Did you let him fuck you for this?”
“Lindir…don’t do this. It was a gift.”
“How can I possibly compete with this, Erestor?” Lindir said, voice starting to get louder. “How can I possibly compete with some high class lord buying you fortunes worth of clothes and jewelry.” His fist closed on the necklace and tried to rip it off, but the fine quality of the workmanship prevented him from doing so. It did succeed in jerking Erestor forward harshly. “Take this off. I don’t want you wearing another man’s gifts.”
Erestor jerked away from Lindir’s hold. “It’s not like that, Lindir. He’s just a friend. I don’t care that you can’t buy me expensive things. If I cared, then I never would have married you. I thought it was enough that we loved each other.”
“So did I,” Lindir said sadly. “But it appears that I was wrong.”
“You are being so…so…” Erestor struggled.
“So what, Erestor? What am I being?”
“So fucking stubborn! You’re not listening to anything I say!”
“Maybe it’s because I don’t believe anything you’re saying!”
“Why don’t you trust me?!” Erestor cried. “I have been faithful to you for years! I’ve never done anything to cause your distrust!”
“Until now!” Lindir yelled back.
“I work my ass off, paying the rent and putting food in your mouth when I’m going hungry while you go from job to job, always waiting for your big break. I’ve supported you and believed in you and,” here he picked up a dirty bowl and flung it against the wall, “cleaned up after you when I’m the one working all night. I cook, I clean, I have to stay up all day while you practice then work all night to pay for new fucking strings for your lute! I’m tired of being your fucking ray of sunshine. You’re nothing but fucking doom and gloom, and you can never be happy with what we got!”
Lindir looked a little stunned, which swiftly turned into anger. “I sold my lute so we can have some money!”
“Too fucking late! We’re starving. We’re three months behind on rent, and the second I bring home some money it’s the end of the world.” Erestor threw his arms up in exasperation. “Why do you have to be so insecure?”
“Insecure? Insecure? I wonder why I’m insecure, with you coming home wearing another man’s clothes and jewelry.”
“Fucking hell, Lindir. It started way before that. It was like every few days you would be asking me why I was with you, why I wanted to stay with you. Every. Single. Time I would tell you the same thing, and I’m going to say it again. I love you. I did…I did all this shit,” he waved his hands in an all encompassing gesture, “for you. I didn’t even care. I would clean and cook and go hungry for you as long as I had to just to make you happy.” Erestor was quiet toward the end, crying softly. “Why…why can’t you just…trust me?”
Lindir was crying too. “I don’t deserve you.”
Erestor cried out in frustration. “That’s not the point! This is what I was talking about, the insecurity. Why can’t you just-just-just-”
“You should leave me. I’m just…I’m no good for you, Erestor. I’m just holding you down.”
Erestor let out a scream. “I love you, you imbecile! I don’t want to leave you. I just want you to love me.”
“I hurt you,” Lindir said, tears still falling down his cheeks. “Get out. Just go, before I do something stupid again.”
Erestor approached Lindir and flung his arms around him. “Don’t do this,” Erestor choked.
Lindir’s first reaction was to tense, then he made a decision that would change their lives forever. He grasped Erestor’s arms and flung him harshly to the ground. It would be better this way. He had to make Erestor leave him.
Erestor hit the floor with a hard thump, head hitting the floor with such force it bounced. Lindir watched almost impassively as Erestor gasped and cried out with pain.
This would make Erestor safe. It would make him leave. Give him something better.
“Lindir?” Erestor’s voice was panicked and pain-filled. Erestor cried out with pain as he tried to move, his head exploding with agony. He felt a sticky-wet feeling creeping down the side of already battered face.
The blond couldn’t stay here and watch as Erestor writhed on the floor in pain. Lindir grabbed his bag and left, sobbing quietly as he ran away from the life he didn’t have a prayer of saving.
TBC…
Fandom: LoTR
Author: Lynsey
Websites and Mailing List: See links under user information
Beta: None
Chapter: 5/?
Pairings: Erestor/Lindir
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Domestic abuse
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: An aspiring musician and his husband are down on their luck and living the hard life. Can they hope to rise above as long as they have each other? Or will life fall apart around them.
It was late by the time they left the little restaurant. Full of good food and slightly sleepy, Elladan escorted Erestor outside.
“Would you like a ride home? We are awfully far from your work. I don’t know how far we are from your home…” Elladan paused, turning Erestor toward him so he could look in his eyes. “Unless, you don’t want to go home? I would be happy to take you too an inn for the night.”
Erestor shook his head. “I should go home. I need to talk to my husband.”
Elladan nodded regretfully. “Alright. At least let me pay for a carriage home.”
Erestor hesitated. It would take forever to get home from here. They’d come a long way in their wandering this night. “Fine. I need to get home.”
******************
It was almost dawn by the time Erestor arrived in the hired carriage. He was grateful he and Elladan had parted ways earlier. The carriage had dropped Elladan off where he was staying with a friend at one of the large and wealthy estates. The time alone had given Erestor the ability to think about what he was going to say to Lindir, if his husband was even home.
Erestor stepped out of the carriage with his bag of clothing over his shoulder. He still wore the fancy new clothing that Elladan had purchased for him. He didn’t know how he was going to explain that to Lindir.
The hut was quiet when he entered, but the lump on the bed proved his husband was there. Erestor sat his bag down on the floor as he shut and locked the door.
Lindir sat up, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. His face changed from sleepy to suspicious in a moment. “Where did you get those clothes?” his voice was still rusty from sleep.
Erestor suddenly felt extremely tired. He was used to being up all night at work anyway, but the emotional turmoil of the past several hours was beginning to take its toll.
“I thought you would ask something more along the lines of, ‘How does your face feel?’” Erestor said sarcastically.
“You know I never meant to hurt you,” Lindir whispered.
“That didn’t stop you from doing it,” Erestor retorted, cleaning up the pot of roast and used utensils from the night before.
Lindir scooted off the bed and went to his husband. He winced when he felt Erestor tense hard when Lindir embraced him from behind. The silvery-blond held the darkling for a little bit, hoping that Erestor would relax in his arms. “I’m sorry,” Lindir said, touching the bruised face and slightly swollen eye. He turned his husband to get a better look at his face. “I’m so sorry, beloved.”
Erestor looked down, and breathed deeply.
Lindir moved his hand from Erestor’s face to the front of the slivery tunic he wore. “Where did you get this?”
“A friend. From the bar.”
Lindir’s hand fisted in the material. “One of your friends that you entertained the other night?” The fist got tighter.
“Yes,” Erestor said in a small voice.
Lindir breathed hard and forced himself to let go of the material. “What did you have to do to get this? Did he touch you?”
Erestor’s eyes widened. “No. He’s just a friend.”
“These are awfully big favors for just a friend.” Lindir’s fingers found the silver necklace. “And what did you have to do for this?” Tears welled up in the blond’s eyes and spilled over. “Did you let him fuck you for this?”
“Lindir…don’t do this. It was a gift.”
“How can I possibly compete with this, Erestor?” Lindir said, voice starting to get louder. “How can I possibly compete with some high class lord buying you fortunes worth of clothes and jewelry.” His fist closed on the necklace and tried to rip it off, but the fine quality of the workmanship prevented him from doing so. It did succeed in jerking Erestor forward harshly. “Take this off. I don’t want you wearing another man’s gifts.”
Erestor jerked away from Lindir’s hold. “It’s not like that, Lindir. He’s just a friend. I don’t care that you can’t buy me expensive things. If I cared, then I never would have married you. I thought it was enough that we loved each other.”
“So did I,” Lindir said sadly. “But it appears that I was wrong.”
“You are being so…so…” Erestor struggled.
“So what, Erestor? What am I being?”
“So fucking stubborn! You’re not listening to anything I say!”
“Maybe it’s because I don’t believe anything you’re saying!”
“Why don’t you trust me?!” Erestor cried. “I have been faithful to you for years! I’ve never done anything to cause your distrust!”
“Until now!” Lindir yelled back.
“I work my ass off, paying the rent and putting food in your mouth when I’m going hungry while you go from job to job, always waiting for your big break. I’ve supported you and believed in you and,” here he picked up a dirty bowl and flung it against the wall, “cleaned up after you when I’m the one working all night. I cook, I clean, I have to stay up all day while you practice then work all night to pay for new fucking strings for your lute! I’m tired of being your fucking ray of sunshine. You’re nothing but fucking doom and gloom, and you can never be happy with what we got!”
Lindir looked a little stunned, which swiftly turned into anger. “I sold my lute so we can have some money!”
“Too fucking late! We’re starving. We’re three months behind on rent, and the second I bring home some money it’s the end of the world.” Erestor threw his arms up in exasperation. “Why do you have to be so insecure?”
“Insecure? Insecure? I wonder why I’m insecure, with you coming home wearing another man’s clothes and jewelry.”
“Fucking hell, Lindir. It started way before that. It was like every few days you would be asking me why I was with you, why I wanted to stay with you. Every. Single. Time I would tell you the same thing, and I’m going to say it again. I love you. I did…I did all this shit,” he waved his hands in an all encompassing gesture, “for you. I didn’t even care. I would clean and cook and go hungry for you as long as I had to just to make you happy.” Erestor was quiet toward the end, crying softly. “Why…why can’t you just…trust me?”
Lindir was crying too. “I don’t deserve you.”
Erestor cried out in frustration. “That’s not the point! This is what I was talking about, the insecurity. Why can’t you just-just-just-”
“You should leave me. I’m just…I’m no good for you, Erestor. I’m just holding you down.”
Erestor let out a scream. “I love you, you imbecile! I don’t want to leave you. I just want you to love me.”
“I hurt you,” Lindir said, tears still falling down his cheeks. “Get out. Just go, before I do something stupid again.”
Erestor approached Lindir and flung his arms around him. “Don’t do this,” Erestor choked.
Lindir’s first reaction was to tense, then he made a decision that would change their lives forever. He grasped Erestor’s arms and flung him harshly to the ground. It would be better this way. He had to make Erestor leave him.
Erestor hit the floor with a hard thump, head hitting the floor with such force it bounced. Lindir watched almost impassively as Erestor gasped and cried out with pain.
This would make Erestor safe. It would make him leave. Give him something better.
“Lindir?” Erestor’s voice was panicked and pain-filled. Erestor cried out with pain as he tried to move, his head exploding with agony. He felt a sticky-wet feeling creeping down the side of already battered face.
The blond couldn’t stay here and watch as Erestor writhed on the floor in pain. Lindir grabbed his bag and left, sobbing quietly as he ran away from the life he didn’t have a prayer of saving.
TBC…