Barriers both Noble and Arduous
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
6,358
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 Five
Fic Name : Barriers Both Noble and Arduous 5/?
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 will not do any good, you'd get a quarter at the most. Tolkien owns all the pretty elves.
Author's note : I will reiterate once again. This fic has no holds barred. The sex in future chapters will be explicit and probably not what anyone is expecting. I will put ‘warning zones’ in between the paragraphs which contain explicit sex. Then again, if you do not like NC17 you would not be reading this. A little explanation about Haldir’s title : In my universe, the ‘March Warden’ was not bestowed upon Haldir yet. He is a ‘Watch Warden’ right now, which means he is in charge of most things. Kind of like lieutenant to a captain. He will be promoted to March Warden eventually. In my usual gaming I have him always as Watch Warden simply because I like the title better. In this story, there’s a reason for everything. I know Haldir and Rumil are not in this one, there will be a couple of -transition- chapters as people gradually get closer one another.
Chapter Five
Elrohir was uncontainable when he was like this, especially when he was worried about Elladan. Erestor watched in concern as the young elf coerced the stable hands to get their horses ready quoting debts of many centuries past. Just what -had- Elrohir been learning? He scowled as he mounted his horse. Clearly he would have to have a talk withond’ond’s youngest son later. Right now, it appeared to be his job to keep an eye on him and make sure he did not get hurt. For the most part, Elrohir ignored the withering stares, he seemed intent on simply making it out of Imladris without his father seeing him.
The young elf had apparently many resources up his sleeve, and not ones that his father would approve of. Thus they had been able to leave without being noticed. It was likely a good thing that Elrond was currently involved in organizing a search party to notice the whereabouts of his other son.
So they were finally on the road with all due speed. Elrohir’s concentration was steady while Erestor’s mind began to wander. What if something had happened? He had not allowed himself to think about that until now. What if Glorfindel was indeed in danger…or worse? What if he was hurt? It wasn’t at all that he didn’t care, it was just that. Just that he couldn’t. He was not worried about the blonde at all. Glorfindel could take care of himself, he -had- killed a Balrog after all.
He followed closely behind Elrohir, noticing that the younger elf was not talking at all, simply intent upon the task. It was interesting, because Elrohir usually -always- chattered about something. Even the weather. Granted they were riding fast, but not quite in such a way that they could not speak with each other.
Elrohir’s tone and face had bunmiunmistakably clear when he dealt with the stable hands hours before. He had looked remarkably like his father and had handled the situation quite well. Erestor had not once had to step in. He was clearly very worried about Elladan, which was understandable, Elladan was his twin brother. They had a very clear bond through that.
His memory shifted to the evening that Elrohir had joked about learning from his brother and had instead kissed Erestor. The Advisor -hoped- that Elrohir had been joking, at any rate. He doubted Rivendell would recover should Elrohir have -not- been jesting. Elrond might be liberal in many things, but not when it came to his children. He was overly protective of them ever since Celebrian had traveled west. They were all he had in Arda.
Time went swiftly by as they rode, and light turned to darkness. The longer they spent riding forward the more anxious Erestor became. Deep in the night, Elrohir brought his horse up quickly and held up his hand for both to stop.
Erestor did as bidden, for he was not a master of the wild as the twins were. Elrohir swung off his steed and listened intently, bending down to study the ground. He examined such things that Erestor would have certainly passed by and walked up and down a clearing in the road. He picked up a bit of broken twig and then he frowned, reaching down into the brush to find an elvish arrow, still caked with blood. Black blood. Elrohir swore rather colorfully.
“They were attacked here.” Elrohir indicated the ground, waving the arrow about it as though it was a map of what had occurred. Erestor simply stared, not seeing anything other than a road. “Someone fell, but he was picked up.” He paced further down, studying the terrain as he went. “Their passage home was barred, they took flight.” Then he ran up the length of the road to jump up on a small boulder and squint into the darkness beyond. “We are far behind them. Two maybe three days. They were riding hard. We must hurry.”
With that he leapt back up on his steed and once again they were off, with a clearly baffled Erestor following close behind. He’d known that the twins were good rangers, but his dealings with them had always been inside Rivendell, not outside it. Time went by once again, leaving him to think as they rode. It was time for him to think about all that had gone before and what was leading up to this moment.
Riding like the wind as they were brought back memories that he would rather not have thought about but there was nothing to force them away now. Too much emotion was battling at his defenses.
She clung to him, her nails digging into his back. Pain was clearly etched on her visage, but it was nothing compared to what she would have had to endure. He knew what was to come once they were done…what he had agreed to… for her sake. Elrond would never forgive him. They leered, squabbling over who would be the first. At least she would be safe now. At least. He shuddered, holding her close. “Shhh, it will be alright.” He said softly as tears slipped down her cheeks. They were alone in this, and he was all that was between the elven women in his care, and the savage men of the north. He would have to endure what no elf had ever endured without losing themselves entirely in the pain. He would endure it because he had made a promise when they had left Imladris. He’d made a promise to keep her from harm. Erestor meant to keep that promise, whatever it took. Even if it meant sacrificing his soul.
The scars still remained on his wrists, which was why he always wore long sleeves.
***
They had stopped, it was impossible not to, their horses were exhausted. The orc party was still at least half a day behind them so they had time to rest. Glorfindel had been lain down carefully, his head resting against a makeshift pillow. Elladan bathed his cheeks and neck with cool water frostrestream he had found. He checked the bandage that had been placed over the Blonde’s wound. “Glorfindel…can you hear me?” He asked softly, stroking the elf’s cheek.
Glorfindel nodded, shivering a little. He struggled into a sitting position for he hated feeling so useless. The medication had begun to wear off a little and he could feel some of the right side of his body. Unfortunately that meant he could feel a lot of pain now. “What happened?” He asked accepting the off cup cup of water from another elf.
“You were wounded. Its alright now. Your head hurts because I had to make some quick stitches.”
“The others?”
“Everyone is fine. The orcs are pursuing us so we cannot rest long. You must get some sleep.”
“I cannot just sit here.” Glorfindel wearily shook his head. “I can see now.”
“My friend, you can only see from one eye, the other is swollen shut. Heed my words now.” Elladan’s voice was calm and firm, much like his father’s, causing Glorfindel to finally accept them and settle back down, sipping the water.
Why were the orcs pursuing them and how had they found out about their expedition anyway? Clearly worried the elf wiped his lips and calmed himself. He shifted a little, trying to find a comfortable position but there was no way that he could rest without something hurting. So much for a mighty Balrog Slayer. He sighed. He had been knocked down by an axe from an -orc-. How humiliating, after -all- he had been through. Certainly Erestor wouldn’t think much of him now. OH -why- was he thinking of -him- now. Elrond’s advisor would certainly have a few choice words for him, Glorfindel was sure.
Elladan was called away from his friend’s side to the edge of the clearing as he spoke with one of the scouts. Whispered words made their way back to their fallen comrade.
“They are closer than we anticipated.”
“What drives them? They move faster than they should.”
“We cannot move again yet, Glorfindel needs to rest. We shall have to make a stand. Set up a parameter and ready your bows when the time comes. For now, let us eat and rest. It will be a few hours yet.” Elladan’s voice was clear through the exchange, and so it was done. He returned to Glorfindel and crouched down to lay a hand on his shoulder. “You heard?”
“I did. How much time?”
“Three maybe four hours.” Elladan studied the elf’s wound. “I’ll stand by you. Do not fear.”
“Ean…”an…” He looked up at his friend. “There is something I need you to do, if I do not make it through this.”
“Don’t talk like that, of course you will. We will be prepared for the Horde this time. They surprised us before. Besides, I have a plan.” However, at the earnest look in Glorfindel’s eyes, Elladan relented. “Tell me.”
Glorfindel smiled faintly, “I need you to tell him. Just tell him. That he is worth far more than he knows. Far more. Tell him that I never took him for granted.”
It did not take a master of the heart to know who it was Glorfindel was speaking of. Elladan was rather learned in the ways of love and had seen the looks that passed between the two when each thought the other was not looking. “I shall.” Elladan smiled gently. “He will not think less of you.”
“Thank-you.” The blonde sighed and rubbed his aching head. Now all he could do was wait until the time came. He still had his daggers, he would not go down witho fig fight.
He looked up at the night sky and said a soft prayer to Elbereth.
Do not let him never know my love.
It was a futile wish, but one that he meant with all his heart.
****
To Be Continued...
Comments Welcome.
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"I've Got a Cunning Plan." --Baldrick
"The only thing that helps me maintain my slender grip on reality is the friendship I share with my collection of singing potatoes."-- Holly, Red Dwarf.
"Nice. Nice. Not THRILLING, but nice" -- Ceasar
"But wait...I can speak Entish." -- Ginger.
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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 will not do any good, you'd get a quarter at the most. Tolkien owns all the pretty elves.
Author's note : I will reiterate once again. This fic has no holds barred. The sex in future chapters will be explicit and probably not what anyone is expecting. I will put ‘warning zones’ in between the paragraphs which contain explicit sex. Then again, if you do not like NC17 you would not be reading this. A little explanation about Haldir’s title : In my universe, the ‘March Warden’ was not bestowed upon Haldir yet. He is a ‘Watch Warden’ right now, which means he is in charge of most things. Kind of like lieutenant to a captain. He will be promoted to March Warden eventually. In my usual gaming I have him always as Watch Warden simply because I like the title better. In this story, there’s a reason for everything. I know Haldir and Rumil are not in this one, there will be a couple of -transition- chapters as people gradually get closer one another.
Chapter Five
Elrohir was uncontainable when he was like this, especially when he was worried about Elladan. Erestor watched in concern as the young elf coerced the stable hands to get their horses ready quoting debts of many centuries past. Just what -had- Elrohir been learning? He scowled as he mounted his horse. Clearly he would have to have a talk withond’ond’s youngest son later. Right now, it appeared to be his job to keep an eye on him and make sure he did not get hurt. For the most part, Elrohir ignored the withering stares, he seemed intent on simply making it out of Imladris without his father seeing him.
The young elf had apparently many resources up his sleeve, and not ones that his father would approve of. Thus they had been able to leave without being noticed. It was likely a good thing that Elrond was currently involved in organizing a search party to notice the whereabouts of his other son.
So they were finally on the road with all due speed. Elrohir’s concentration was steady while Erestor’s mind began to wander. What if something had happened? He had not allowed himself to think about that until now. What if Glorfindel was indeed in danger…or worse? What if he was hurt? It wasn’t at all that he didn’t care, it was just that. Just that he couldn’t. He was not worried about the blonde at all. Glorfindel could take care of himself, he -had- killed a Balrog after all.
He followed closely behind Elrohir, noticing that the younger elf was not talking at all, simply intent upon the task. It was interesting, because Elrohir usually -always- chattered about something. Even the weather. Granted they were riding fast, but not quite in such a way that they could not speak with each other.
Elrohir’s tone and face had bunmiunmistakably clear when he dealt with the stable hands hours before. He had looked remarkably like his father and had handled the situation quite well. Erestor had not once had to step in. He was clearly very worried about Elladan, which was understandable, Elladan was his twin brother. They had a very clear bond through that.
His memory shifted to the evening that Elrohir had joked about learning from his brother and had instead kissed Erestor. The Advisor -hoped- that Elrohir had been joking, at any rate. He doubted Rivendell would recover should Elrohir have -not- been jesting. Elrond might be liberal in many things, but not when it came to his children. He was overly protective of them ever since Celebrian had traveled west. They were all he had in Arda.
Time went swiftly by as they rode, and light turned to darkness. The longer they spent riding forward the more anxious Erestor became. Deep in the night, Elrohir brought his horse up quickly and held up his hand for both to stop.
Erestor did as bidden, for he was not a master of the wild as the twins were. Elrohir swung off his steed and listened intently, bending down to study the ground. He examined such things that Erestor would have certainly passed by and walked up and down a clearing in the road. He picked up a bit of broken twig and then he frowned, reaching down into the brush to find an elvish arrow, still caked with blood. Black blood. Elrohir swore rather colorfully.
“They were attacked here.” Elrohir indicated the ground, waving the arrow about it as though it was a map of what had occurred. Erestor simply stared, not seeing anything other than a road. “Someone fell, but he was picked up.” He paced further down, studying the terrain as he went. “Their passage home was barred, they took flight.” Then he ran up the length of the road to jump up on a small boulder and squint into the darkness beyond. “We are far behind them. Two maybe three days. They were riding hard. We must hurry.”
With that he leapt back up on his steed and once again they were off, with a clearly baffled Erestor following close behind. He’d known that the twins were good rangers, but his dealings with them had always been inside Rivendell, not outside it. Time went by once again, leaving him to think as they rode. It was time for him to think about all that had gone before and what was leading up to this moment.
Riding like the wind as they were brought back memories that he would rather not have thought about but there was nothing to force them away now. Too much emotion was battling at his defenses.
She clung to him, her nails digging into his back. Pain was clearly etched on her visage, but it was nothing compared to what she would have had to endure. He knew what was to come once they were done…what he had agreed to… for her sake. Elrond would never forgive him. They leered, squabbling over who would be the first. At least she would be safe now. At least. He shuddered, holding her close. “Shhh, it will be alright.” He said softly as tears slipped down her cheeks. They were alone in this, and he was all that was between the elven women in his care, and the savage men of the north. He would have to endure what no elf had ever endured without losing themselves entirely in the pain. He would endure it because he had made a promise when they had left Imladris. He’d made a promise to keep her from harm. Erestor meant to keep that promise, whatever it took. Even if it meant sacrificing his soul.
The scars still remained on his wrists, which was why he always wore long sleeves.
***
They had stopped, it was impossible not to, their horses were exhausted. The orc party was still at least half a day behind them so they had time to rest. Glorfindel had been lain down carefully, his head resting against a makeshift pillow. Elladan bathed his cheeks and neck with cool water frostrestream he had found. He checked the bandage that had been placed over the Blonde’s wound. “Glorfindel…can you hear me?” He asked softly, stroking the elf’s cheek.
Glorfindel nodded, shivering a little. He struggled into a sitting position for he hated feeling so useless. The medication had begun to wear off a little and he could feel some of the right side of his body. Unfortunately that meant he could feel a lot of pain now. “What happened?” He asked accepting the off cup cup of water from another elf.
“You were wounded. Its alright now. Your head hurts because I had to make some quick stitches.”
“The others?”
“Everyone is fine. The orcs are pursuing us so we cannot rest long. You must get some sleep.”
“I cannot just sit here.” Glorfindel wearily shook his head. “I can see now.”
“My friend, you can only see from one eye, the other is swollen shut. Heed my words now.” Elladan’s voice was calm and firm, much like his father’s, causing Glorfindel to finally accept them and settle back down, sipping the water.
Why were the orcs pursuing them and how had they found out about their expedition anyway? Clearly worried the elf wiped his lips and calmed himself. He shifted a little, trying to find a comfortable position but there was no way that he could rest without something hurting. So much for a mighty Balrog Slayer. He sighed. He had been knocked down by an axe from an -orc-. How humiliating, after -all- he had been through. Certainly Erestor wouldn’t think much of him now. OH -why- was he thinking of -him- now. Elrond’s advisor would certainly have a few choice words for him, Glorfindel was sure.
Elladan was called away from his friend’s side to the edge of the clearing as he spoke with one of the scouts. Whispered words made their way back to their fallen comrade.
“They are closer than we anticipated.”
“What drives them? They move faster than they should.”
“We cannot move again yet, Glorfindel needs to rest. We shall have to make a stand. Set up a parameter and ready your bows when the time comes. For now, let us eat and rest. It will be a few hours yet.” Elladan’s voice was clear through the exchange, and so it was done. He returned to Glorfindel and crouched down to lay a hand on his shoulder. “You heard?”
“I did. How much time?”
“Three maybe four hours.” Elladan studied the elf’s wound. “I’ll stand by you. Do not fear.”
“Ean…”an…” He looked up at his friend. “There is something I need you to do, if I do not make it through this.”
“Don’t talk like that, of course you will. We will be prepared for the Horde this time. They surprised us before. Besides, I have a plan.” However, at the earnest look in Glorfindel’s eyes, Elladan relented. “Tell me.”
Glorfindel smiled faintly, “I need you to tell him. Just tell him. That he is worth far more than he knows. Far more. Tell him that I never took him for granted.”
It did not take a master of the heart to know who it was Glorfindel was speaking of. Elladan was rather learned in the ways of love and had seen the looks that passed between the two when each thought the other was not looking. “I shall.” Elladan smiled gently. “He will not think less of you.”
“Thank-you.” The blonde sighed and rubbed his aching head. Now all he could do was wait until the time came. He still had his daggers, he would not go down witho fig fight.
He looked up at the night sky and said a soft prayer to Elbereth.
Do not let him never know my love.
It was a futile wish, but one that he meant with all his heart.
****
To Be Continued...
Comments Welcome.
LOL. Now you know who taught Estel.
If you like LOTR Slash. Why not try roleplaying?
http://www.lordsoftheslashed.com/forum/
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"I've Got a Cunning Plan." --Baldrick
"The only thing that helps me maintain my slender grip on reality is the friendship I share with my collection of singing potatoes."-- Holly, Red Dwarf.
"Nice. Nice. Not THRILLING, but nice" -- Ceasar
"But wait...I can speak Entish." -- Ginger.
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