The Wrong Path
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
23
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4,209
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6
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Chapter 6
Title: The Wrong Path
Author: erviniae
Chapter 6/?
Prompt: #45 “The Wrong Path”
For the Hall of Books challenge
Pairing: Erestor/Ecthelion, Glorfindel
Rating: PG to eventual NC-17
Warning: AU, Angst, M/M
Disclaimer: All belongs to the esteemed Tolkien. I make no profit
in having fun with his wonderful universe.
Summary: Sometimes the wrong path is often the
Right one.
Feedback: If you would be so kind.
Discovery
Chapter 6
Glorfindel found that he could not move. The sight before him took his breath away. At first he thought he was mistaken and that the one entwined in the lovers' embrace with Ecthelion was some maiden, but he knew it was not. He knew who it was. He felt repulsed because that is what he was told to feel all his life. Looking once more he found that there was a loveliness to what he was witnessing: Ecthelion cradled the one on his chest reverently and in turn was being embraced in tenderness. It was a beautiful sight to behold. It stirred something in him. He knew what he was observing- it was love.
Fear overtook his senses then. If the lover's were found out it would end in disaster. He could not think. What should he do? What could he do? Warn them? Protect them? He felt a strange urge to do so, as if they were vulnerable and not trained warriors. But it was not war they would need saving from, but far worse. It was from prejudice and judgment. He knew what had happened to Ecthelion's first male lover. They all thought it was banishment. He had overheard those who had done the deed for the council. They were drunk and in the local inn and were talking in a corner when Glorfindel had happened by. Being drunk they thought they were speaking in low tones; Glorfindel heard every word they spoke. They had killed the guard and buried him far outside the city gates.
Turning to leave and to clear his mind, Glorfindel tripped over his own feet, falling to his knees with a thud. The lovers opened their eyes being startled. Putting a finger to Erestor's lips, Ecthelion urged his silence. Nodding, Ecthelion disentangled himself from Erestor, hastily tied his leggings as did Erestor and stood facing the door. Glorfindel was slowly getting to his feet silently cursing for being so clumsy.
“Glorfindel?” Ecthelion questioned his friend.
Closing his eyes, Glorfindel stood and faced his friend. “I, I forgot the missive and I...um, came back and I saw...” he stammered.
“You saw what?” Ecthelion panicked now.
“He saw us.” Erestor came to stand next to his lover, not willing to play this charade.
“Aye,” was the only answer from Glorfindel.
Ecthelion rushed to the door and locked it, inwardly cursing himself for not doing so earlier.
“Fin, we need to talk.” Glorfindel nodded and sat in one of the chairs by the desk. The missive lying on the floor, forgotten.
Ecthelion sat across from the Lord of the House of the Golden Flower, his friend, and sighed while running a hand through his hair. Erestor moved to stand behind Ecthelion, laying a slender hand upon his shoulder in a show of support. Instinctively, Ecthelion grabbed the hand offered him, bringing it to his lips for a kiss, before reluctantly letting it return to his shoulder. “Glorfindel, Erestor and I were meant to be together, no matter what our law says, this... this cannot be wrong.” Erestor squeezed his shoulder.
“I can not believe that love can be wrong, my lord. Though I know of the importance of keeping our love a secret in this city of ours.” Erestor spoke directly into Glorfindel's eyes.
“I fear for you Ecthelion, for if you are found out, Erestor shall pay dearly.”
“I will be banished with him if that is so.” Ecthelion replied.
“No, not banishment,” Glorfindel paused, “but death.”
“Nay, that is absurd!” Ecthelion began to protest even as he grabbed Erestor's hand tightly.
“No, for I know of this to be true,” Glorfindel spoke.
“What are you saying?” Came the whispered reply from Ecthelion. Fear shown in his eyes at the sudden realization that his youthful lover of ages past may not have been banished at all. Cocking his head to the side, Ecthelion's eyes sought Glorfindel's in explanation.
Glorfindel just nodded, watching painfully as Ecthelion gasped. His body began to shake. Not knowing what was wrong, Erestor went to the table which held some sort of liquor and glasses; filled a glass with the dark and thick fruity smelling liquid and handed it to Ecthelion who eagerly took it and drank it down. Erestor did not interrupt to ask what was wrong. He knew Ecthelion would tell him in time.
“Thel, if I found you so easily, what would stop anyone else from doing so? You must be cautious.” Glorfindel replied with genuine concern.
“I thought we were being discreet.” He sighed heavily.
“Will you betray us?”
“Never would I betray you, but I will not play a part in your deception. Do not ask this of me.” This time Glorfindel stood and began pacing the floor. He stopped suddenly and stood before Erestor as he looked directly into those brown eyes. “Do you love him?”
“With all that I am.” Erestor replied easily and with unwavering eye contact; his chin held up defiantly.
Glorfindel closed his eyes sighing heavily while shaking his head. “Good...good. I pray you never have to prove this.”
“I will stand before King Turgon himself and profess my love if needed.”
Glorfindel came closer and grabbed Erestor's shoulder in a tight grip. “I pray it never comes to that.”
“Can you not stop seeing each other?” Glorfindel suddenly asked.
“Never!” Came the duel reply.
“I fear there will be naught but trouble for your future, my friend.” Glorfindel replied sadly. “I feel tired, I need to lie down.” They watched as Glorfindel headed for the door, unlocking it, he looked back upon the pair and continued through the door. He made his way to one of Ecthelion's many guest rooms and collapsed upon the soft bed.
Erestor turned to Ecthelion with fear in his eyes. “Will he betray us?”
Ecthelion drew Erestor against his broad chest as they embraced tightly. “Never, he is an Elf of the highest honor, his word is his bond.”
Placing hands on either side of Erestor's face, Ecthelion looked with intense love and devotion into his lover's eyes before pressing their lips together in a sweet kiss which quickly became desperate in its desire. “Come, sleep in my bed this night, for I desire to awaken with you in my arms.”
Erestor nodded his agreement, he wanted nothing more in his life at that moment but to feel the comforting embrace of the one who held his heart.
TBC.......
Author: erviniae
Chapter 6/?
Prompt: #45 “The Wrong Path”
For the Hall of Books challenge
Pairing: Erestor/Ecthelion, Glorfindel
Rating: PG to eventual NC-17
Warning: AU, Angst, M/M
Disclaimer: All belongs to the esteemed Tolkien. I make no profit
in having fun with his wonderful universe.
Summary: Sometimes the wrong path is often the
Right one.
Feedback: If you would be so kind.
Discovery
Chapter 6
Glorfindel found that he could not move. The sight before him took his breath away. At first he thought he was mistaken and that the one entwined in the lovers' embrace with Ecthelion was some maiden, but he knew it was not. He knew who it was. He felt repulsed because that is what he was told to feel all his life. Looking once more he found that there was a loveliness to what he was witnessing: Ecthelion cradled the one on his chest reverently and in turn was being embraced in tenderness. It was a beautiful sight to behold. It stirred something in him. He knew what he was observing- it was love.
Fear overtook his senses then. If the lover's were found out it would end in disaster. He could not think. What should he do? What could he do? Warn them? Protect them? He felt a strange urge to do so, as if they were vulnerable and not trained warriors. But it was not war they would need saving from, but far worse. It was from prejudice and judgment. He knew what had happened to Ecthelion's first male lover. They all thought it was banishment. He had overheard those who had done the deed for the council. They were drunk and in the local inn and were talking in a corner when Glorfindel had happened by. Being drunk they thought they were speaking in low tones; Glorfindel heard every word they spoke. They had killed the guard and buried him far outside the city gates.
Turning to leave and to clear his mind, Glorfindel tripped over his own feet, falling to his knees with a thud. The lovers opened their eyes being startled. Putting a finger to Erestor's lips, Ecthelion urged his silence. Nodding, Ecthelion disentangled himself from Erestor, hastily tied his leggings as did Erestor and stood facing the door. Glorfindel was slowly getting to his feet silently cursing for being so clumsy.
“Glorfindel?” Ecthelion questioned his friend.
Closing his eyes, Glorfindel stood and faced his friend. “I, I forgot the missive and I...um, came back and I saw...” he stammered.
“You saw what?” Ecthelion panicked now.
“He saw us.” Erestor came to stand next to his lover, not willing to play this charade.
“Aye,” was the only answer from Glorfindel.
Ecthelion rushed to the door and locked it, inwardly cursing himself for not doing so earlier.
“Fin, we need to talk.” Glorfindel nodded and sat in one of the chairs by the desk. The missive lying on the floor, forgotten.
Ecthelion sat across from the Lord of the House of the Golden Flower, his friend, and sighed while running a hand through his hair. Erestor moved to stand behind Ecthelion, laying a slender hand upon his shoulder in a show of support. Instinctively, Ecthelion grabbed the hand offered him, bringing it to his lips for a kiss, before reluctantly letting it return to his shoulder. “Glorfindel, Erestor and I were meant to be together, no matter what our law says, this... this cannot be wrong.” Erestor squeezed his shoulder.
“I can not believe that love can be wrong, my lord. Though I know of the importance of keeping our love a secret in this city of ours.” Erestor spoke directly into Glorfindel's eyes.
“I fear for you Ecthelion, for if you are found out, Erestor shall pay dearly.”
“I will be banished with him if that is so.” Ecthelion replied.
“No, not banishment,” Glorfindel paused, “but death.”
“Nay, that is absurd!” Ecthelion began to protest even as he grabbed Erestor's hand tightly.
“No, for I know of this to be true,” Glorfindel spoke.
“What are you saying?” Came the whispered reply from Ecthelion. Fear shown in his eyes at the sudden realization that his youthful lover of ages past may not have been banished at all. Cocking his head to the side, Ecthelion's eyes sought Glorfindel's in explanation.
Glorfindel just nodded, watching painfully as Ecthelion gasped. His body began to shake. Not knowing what was wrong, Erestor went to the table which held some sort of liquor and glasses; filled a glass with the dark and thick fruity smelling liquid and handed it to Ecthelion who eagerly took it and drank it down. Erestor did not interrupt to ask what was wrong. He knew Ecthelion would tell him in time.
“Thel, if I found you so easily, what would stop anyone else from doing so? You must be cautious.” Glorfindel replied with genuine concern.
“I thought we were being discreet.” He sighed heavily.
“Will you betray us?”
“Never would I betray you, but I will not play a part in your deception. Do not ask this of me.” This time Glorfindel stood and began pacing the floor. He stopped suddenly and stood before Erestor as he looked directly into those brown eyes. “Do you love him?”
“With all that I am.” Erestor replied easily and with unwavering eye contact; his chin held up defiantly.
Glorfindel closed his eyes sighing heavily while shaking his head. “Good...good. I pray you never have to prove this.”
“I will stand before King Turgon himself and profess my love if needed.”
Glorfindel came closer and grabbed Erestor's shoulder in a tight grip. “I pray it never comes to that.”
“Can you not stop seeing each other?” Glorfindel suddenly asked.
“Never!” Came the duel reply.
“I fear there will be naught but trouble for your future, my friend.” Glorfindel replied sadly. “I feel tired, I need to lie down.” They watched as Glorfindel headed for the door, unlocking it, he looked back upon the pair and continued through the door. He made his way to one of Ecthelion's many guest rooms and collapsed upon the soft bed.
Erestor turned to Ecthelion with fear in his eyes. “Will he betray us?”
Ecthelion drew Erestor against his broad chest as they embraced tightly. “Never, he is an Elf of the highest honor, his word is his bond.”
Placing hands on either side of Erestor's face, Ecthelion looked with intense love and devotion into his lover's eyes before pressing their lips together in a sweet kiss which quickly became desperate in its desire. “Come, sleep in my bed this night, for I desire to awaken with you in my arms.”
Erestor nodded his agreement, he wanted nothing more in his life at that moment but to feel the comforting embrace of the one who held his heart.
TBC.......