Spring In Rivendell
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Chapter 6
Title: Spring in Rivendell
Author: Lynsey
Beta: Spell-check
Chapter: 6/?
Pairings: Erestor/Elrond, Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: This chapter R-NC-17
Warnings: Slash, a rather rare view on elf sexuality, mpreg
Summery: It's spring time in the valley
Disclaimer: Don't sue. All I got are college loans, and this isn't
helping to pay them off.
Elrond walked the entire way to his rooms without glancing back to see if Glorfindel was following. He entered is rooms and went directly to the sleeping form on the bed. Glorfindel entered the room with trepidation, fearing what was to become of him. However, he couldn't resist noticing the limp that Elrond now walked with.
As Glorfindel entered, Elrond finally turned to address him from his position at the side of the bed. "On your knees," the Lord demanded.
Glorfindel immediately dropped to his knees where he stood in the middle of the room. Elrond left the bed and slowly circled around the golden haired elf kneeling before him.
“You seek to end my life for your own folly, my friend?” Elrond began.
“I would do anything to be with him. I love him.”
“You make his life miserable for CENTURIES and you have the AUDACITY say you love him?!” Elrond bellowed. The sleeping form on the bed murmured and rolled over, and Elrond lowered his voice. “How could you possibly love someone you treat as terribly as you do?”
“I have only recently realized what a fool I’ve been.”
“I fool you are still.”
“I will not argue with that. I am a fool, my Lord. That does not change the fact that I love him. That does not change the fact that we are destined for each other,” Glorfindel said defiantly.
Elrond grabbed the Elda’s golden locks and forced his head up to look into his eyes. They stood that way for a moment, and then Elrond roughly shoved the blond head away from him. He made his way over to the mantle above the fireplace and placed both hands atop it, head bowed. He shuddered slightly, and if Glorfindel had not been paying close attention he would have missed it. Elrond grabbed something off the mantle and threw it at Glorfindel. The warrior caught it instinctually, and looked at the dagger he now had in his hand.
“Do you truly love him with all your heart, Glorfindel?”
“Aye, my Lord.”
“Would you do anything for him?”
“Aye, my Lord.”
Elrond walked back to the kneeling Seneschal, and knelt in front of him. His eyes were closed and his head was still bowed. When he looked up, Glorfindel could see the silver tracks of tears running down the peredhil’s face. “Be good to my people Glorfindel,” he whispered as he lifted his head to bare his neck to the Balrog-Slayer.
“Elrond…what….?”
“You were willing to take my life out in the court yard, but here you hesitate when I freely give it?”
“You ask me to join the ranks of the KinSlayers?” Glorfindel returned the question with one of his own.
“You seemed to have no problem with that earlier.”
“I was in the heat of battle! I would have killed you while defending myself! That is more honorable than simply slaying you as you sit here like a sacrificial lamb!”
Glorfindel lifted the knife to Elrond’s throat, placing it above the pulsing artery. He started to press the blade into the tender flesh, but stopped as the first drop of blood trailed downwards. “Is this truly what you wish, Elrond?”
“I do not know why I bonded to Erestor. I am not destined to be with him like you are. I was destined to be alone for the remainder of my time on Arda. Yet here I am, blocking the bond you could share with your soul mate. I considered the possibility of a triad….” More tears ran down the dark-haired elf’s face. “Then I looked into your eyes….I saw my death Glorfindel. My foresight showed myself lying dead on the floor of this room with you hovering over me, a bloody dagger in your hand. What do you think the Valar are telling me, Glorfindel? I seem to think the message is fairly obvious. Now, please, get this over with before Erestor awakens. I gave him a sleeping draft. He should stay asleep long enough for you to claim him without causing him any pain. Do so quickly before he starts to fade….” Elrond paused. “The only thing I ask of you is that you take good are of my valley, and that you care for the child that he carries as your own.”
Glorfindel’s eyes became wider with every confession Elrond made. At the last part, Glorfindel dropped the knife from Elrond’s throat and let his hand hang at his side. “A child?”
“Aye,” Elrond whispered.
Glorfindel looked at the dagger in his hand that now carried the small stain of blood from the wound on Elrond’s throat. Disgusted, he flung the object across the room where it hit the wall and fell with a clatter. “I have defied the Valar before.” He looked into Elrond eyes, and slowly raised a hand to touch the glistening tears that clung to pale cheeks. “And I will do so again.” He leaned down swiftly and possessed the peredhil’s lips with his own. When they broke for breath, he whispered against Elrond’s lips, “The Valar took your parents from you, then you brother. Then they take your wife so brutally, and do not even allow you the pleasure of having children with her to keep you company. Now they demand your life when you have finally found some resemblance of happiness? I will not allow it. If they are angered by this, then they can take their anger out on me, for it is my choice. I will not take from you what you so rightly deserve. I swear to give you all the happiness in Arda if I can, Elrond.” He once more pressed a small, sweet kiss to his Lord’s mouth. “Bind with me Elrond. I would like nothing more than to be with you and Erestor for eternity. Bind with me.”
“Aye,” Elrond said in a voice thick with tears. “But not now.”
Glorfindel cocked his head, looking upon his Lord curiously.
Elrond smiled a watery smile. “You wouldn’t believe what a mood killer seeing yourself die is.”
Glorfindel chuckled softly and held the slightly shivering form to his chest for a few minutes. Elrond gently pulled away with a sigh. “We should tend to the wounds we dealt one another,” he said, looking at the large bruises forming on the Seneschal’s neck. “And I fear I need another bath.”
They helped each other to stand, legs weakened from their prolonged battle and from kneeling for so long. Clumsily, they made it to the bathroom and sank onto the edge of the sunken tub to wait for it to fill. They cleaned each other softly, gently, and then rubbed the paste Elrond had used on Erestor earlier into their wounds. Glorfindel laughed quietly when he applied the balm to the bite wound on Elrond’s neck.
“Quite the little fire ball, isn’t he?” the golden warrior laughed.
“You have no idea.”
“I hope to have an idea, soon enough.” He looked up as a soft light infused the room, realizing that the sun had begun to rise. “Come, we should rest.”
They dried each other well, and made their way to the bedroom. They lay down on either side of the still sleeping ellian and held him close as they fell into reverie.
Author: Lynsey
Beta: Spell-check
Chapter: 6/?
Pairings: Erestor/Elrond, Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: This chapter R-NC-17
Warnings: Slash, a rather rare view on elf sexuality, mpreg
Summery: It's spring time in the valley
Disclaimer: Don't sue. All I got are college loans, and this isn't
helping to pay them off.
Elrond walked the entire way to his rooms without glancing back to see if Glorfindel was following. He entered is rooms and went directly to the sleeping form on the bed. Glorfindel entered the room with trepidation, fearing what was to become of him. However, he couldn't resist noticing the limp that Elrond now walked with.
As Glorfindel entered, Elrond finally turned to address him from his position at the side of the bed. "On your knees," the Lord demanded.
Glorfindel immediately dropped to his knees where he stood in the middle of the room. Elrond left the bed and slowly circled around the golden haired elf kneeling before him.
“You seek to end my life for your own folly, my friend?” Elrond began.
“I would do anything to be with him. I love him.”
“You make his life miserable for CENTURIES and you have the AUDACITY say you love him?!” Elrond bellowed. The sleeping form on the bed murmured and rolled over, and Elrond lowered his voice. “How could you possibly love someone you treat as terribly as you do?”
“I have only recently realized what a fool I’ve been.”
“I fool you are still.”
“I will not argue with that. I am a fool, my Lord. That does not change the fact that I love him. That does not change the fact that we are destined for each other,” Glorfindel said defiantly.
Elrond grabbed the Elda’s golden locks and forced his head up to look into his eyes. They stood that way for a moment, and then Elrond roughly shoved the blond head away from him. He made his way over to the mantle above the fireplace and placed both hands atop it, head bowed. He shuddered slightly, and if Glorfindel had not been paying close attention he would have missed it. Elrond grabbed something off the mantle and threw it at Glorfindel. The warrior caught it instinctually, and looked at the dagger he now had in his hand.
“Do you truly love him with all your heart, Glorfindel?”
“Aye, my Lord.”
“Would you do anything for him?”
“Aye, my Lord.”
Elrond walked back to the kneeling Seneschal, and knelt in front of him. His eyes were closed and his head was still bowed. When he looked up, Glorfindel could see the silver tracks of tears running down the peredhil’s face. “Be good to my people Glorfindel,” he whispered as he lifted his head to bare his neck to the Balrog-Slayer.
“Elrond…what….?”
“You were willing to take my life out in the court yard, but here you hesitate when I freely give it?”
“You ask me to join the ranks of the KinSlayers?” Glorfindel returned the question with one of his own.
“You seemed to have no problem with that earlier.”
“I was in the heat of battle! I would have killed you while defending myself! That is more honorable than simply slaying you as you sit here like a sacrificial lamb!”
Glorfindel lifted the knife to Elrond’s throat, placing it above the pulsing artery. He started to press the blade into the tender flesh, but stopped as the first drop of blood trailed downwards. “Is this truly what you wish, Elrond?”
“I do not know why I bonded to Erestor. I am not destined to be with him like you are. I was destined to be alone for the remainder of my time on Arda. Yet here I am, blocking the bond you could share with your soul mate. I considered the possibility of a triad….” More tears ran down the dark-haired elf’s face. “Then I looked into your eyes….I saw my death Glorfindel. My foresight showed myself lying dead on the floor of this room with you hovering over me, a bloody dagger in your hand. What do you think the Valar are telling me, Glorfindel? I seem to think the message is fairly obvious. Now, please, get this over with before Erestor awakens. I gave him a sleeping draft. He should stay asleep long enough for you to claim him without causing him any pain. Do so quickly before he starts to fade….” Elrond paused. “The only thing I ask of you is that you take good are of my valley, and that you care for the child that he carries as your own.”
Glorfindel’s eyes became wider with every confession Elrond made. At the last part, Glorfindel dropped the knife from Elrond’s throat and let his hand hang at his side. “A child?”
“Aye,” Elrond whispered.
Glorfindel looked at the dagger in his hand that now carried the small stain of blood from the wound on Elrond’s throat. Disgusted, he flung the object across the room where it hit the wall and fell with a clatter. “I have defied the Valar before.” He looked into Elrond eyes, and slowly raised a hand to touch the glistening tears that clung to pale cheeks. “And I will do so again.” He leaned down swiftly and possessed the peredhil’s lips with his own. When they broke for breath, he whispered against Elrond’s lips, “The Valar took your parents from you, then you brother. Then they take your wife so brutally, and do not even allow you the pleasure of having children with her to keep you company. Now they demand your life when you have finally found some resemblance of happiness? I will not allow it. If they are angered by this, then they can take their anger out on me, for it is my choice. I will not take from you what you so rightly deserve. I swear to give you all the happiness in Arda if I can, Elrond.” He once more pressed a small, sweet kiss to his Lord’s mouth. “Bind with me Elrond. I would like nothing more than to be with you and Erestor for eternity. Bind with me.”
“Aye,” Elrond said in a voice thick with tears. “But not now.”
Glorfindel cocked his head, looking upon his Lord curiously.
Elrond smiled a watery smile. “You wouldn’t believe what a mood killer seeing yourself die is.”
Glorfindel chuckled softly and held the slightly shivering form to his chest for a few minutes. Elrond gently pulled away with a sigh. “We should tend to the wounds we dealt one another,” he said, looking at the large bruises forming on the Seneschal’s neck. “And I fear I need another bath.”
They helped each other to stand, legs weakened from their prolonged battle and from kneeling for so long. Clumsily, they made it to the bathroom and sank onto the edge of the sunken tub to wait for it to fill. They cleaned each other softly, gently, and then rubbed the paste Elrond had used on Erestor earlier into their wounds. Glorfindel laughed quietly when he applied the balm to the bite wound on Elrond’s neck.
“Quite the little fire ball, isn’t he?” the golden warrior laughed.
“You have no idea.”
“I hope to have an idea, soon enough.” He looked up as a soft light infused the room, realizing that the sun had begun to rise. “Come, we should rest.”
They dried each other well, and made their way to the bedroom. They lay down on either side of the still sleeping ellian and held him close as they fell into reverie.