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Chapter 6: T.A.2509
Heaven Knows
Author: Gwaelinn
Type: FPS
Pairings: Erestor/Elladan
Rating: G to R in later chapters
Beta: Mistress Minx
Warnings: AU, Angst, Slash, potential character death
Summary: Two souls just cannot connect
Disclaimer: All characters and locations are the sole property of Professor Tolkien’s Estate. This is written solely for pleasure; no payment or profit has been made.
Notes: Written for the Celestial Bodies challenge at Tripledogdare
Heaven Knows
Chapter 6: T.A.2509
His eyes shone with a fire brighter than the Simiril set in Vingilótë’s bow. Anger and hated for the vile creatures that destroyed his mother burned white hot as he stared down his opponent. Metal against metal resonated through the clearing; sparks erupting as the weapons collided. Weariness overcame his opponent as the dark-haired ellon slashed forcefully, pressing forward till…
“I yield, hir nin!” the warrior cried between ragged breaths, his ability to keep his sword arm up, waning. Still Elladan pressed forward, deaf to the concession.
“Enough!” Erestor roared, coming to the training grounds after watching the peredhel ‘spar’. As he passed Glorfindel’s second he hissed his orders, “Clear the area and make it known that the training grounds are closed for the day.”
“But hir nin…” The glare Erestor threw caused the captain to stay his tongue. With Glorfindel accompanying Lady Celebrain to the Havens, Erestor oversaw the Captain’s business and Glorfindel’s second did not wish to be on the advisor’s bad side. He watched as Erestor strode to the center of the arena, clothed in a lightweight shirt and leggings and carrying his staff. In one quick motion, Erestor deflected the blow Elladan attempted to deliver on his now kneeling opponent. Glowing grey eyes met his defiantly.
“I said enough.” Elladan took but a step back, still in an attack stance. “You,” Erestor said to a couple of on-lookers, “help him up and leave.” Erestor never took his eyes off Elladan as the pair hesitantly approached and snatched their companion up. A whistle from Glorfindel’s second had the rest of the gathered elves on the move. Once they were alone, Erestor moved to stand across from the younger elf. He took up a fighting stance. “Now, fight!” he said menacingly.
Elladan lunged but Erestor was quicker and countered, easily deflecting the attack. “Is that the best you have?” the advisor taunted. Elladan growled and attacked again. This time Erestor not only blocked the blow, but delivered one of his own to the back of Elladan’s leg. The older twin stumbled. “Hurts does it not?” Again and again the peredhel lunged and attacked. Each time Erestor was ready. Soon, the moves began to get sloppy as Elladan’s anger burned out.
Near sundown, the younger warrior made one last attack, which resulted in Erestor disarming him and with a sweep of the great staff, dropped the exhausted elf to his knees. “Why?” he sobbed as he beat the ground. “Why her? It is not fair! I hate them!” Elladan beat the ground, “All of them! And Ada could not help her; he is supposed to be the greatest healer in Arda! Why could he not save her?” Erestor remained silent as he listened to Elladan rant. When grey eyes filled with such sadness turned to his, it took all of Erestor’s strength not to let his own tears fall. Silently, he approached the distraught figure, picking up the discarded sword as he went. Gathering their weapons in one hand, the chief advisor of Imladris hoisted the younger elf up by the waist. Elladan leaned into the supportive embrace and said no more as the two walked back to the main house. They spoke to none as they passed. Entering the suite of rooms the twins shared, Erestor dropped the weapons by the door, never relinquishing his hold on Elladan. He steered the dazed peredhel towards that bathing chamber. Setting Elladan on a stool, Erestor opened the taps and began to fill the large tub with warm water. Erestor added chamomile oil, quickly filling the room with its calming sent.
Elladan watched his father’s advisor with detached curiosity; he said nothing. Erestor knelt before the younger elf and removed his boots. Rising, he pulled Elladan to his feet and tugged at peredhel’s shirt, finally pulling it off the toned body. Elladan shivered against the chill in the night air. Erestor continued to undress his charge, finally removing dirt stained legging and guiding him to the deep tub. Elladan entered the warm water. Erestor pushed his shoulder gently to encourage the dark haired elf to sit. Elladan complied, though in a daze.
Elladan hardly registered the gentle yet firm hands that cleaned his body. However, a sigh escaped as he was encouraged to lean back and nimble fingers began to undo the intricate warrior braids. The young peredhel closed his eyes and lost himself to the tender ministrations. Hands that could wield a staff with deadly strength now washed his thick long hair with such gentleness. Long fingers combed through the silken mass and massaged his scalp. He sighed again, feeling the tension and anger ebb and slip from his weary body.
“The water grows too cool. Come, let us get you warm and dry.” Erestor held open a large towel. Elladan nodded and stood slowly. Moving to stand before the advisor, he let Erestor rub him dry. “Here, this will keep the cool night at bay.” Erestor helped the younger ellon into a sleeping robe and escorted him into the bedroom. Pulling back the covers, Erestor let Elladan get settled. In a motherly fashion, the elder elf tucked the twin in, leaning in to kiss the damp brow. “Be at peace, pen dithen. Rest and wake refreshed. All will be well.” Erestor stood and looked at the handsome face. He knew Elladan was exhausted and already sleep was pulling at him. With a final kiss, Erestor moved toward the door.
“Thank you,” floated softly to his ears just before Erestor closed the door. Walking briskly to his own quarters, Erestor entered his room quickly. Leaning against the closed door, the advisor slid to the floor, letting his own tears fall freely. The pain in his chest was nearly unbearable. Elladan hurt and there was nothing he could do to make it go away. Erestor sat there and sobbed till the warm rays of a new day touched his tear-streaked face.
Author: Gwaelinn
Type: FPS
Pairings: Erestor/Elladan
Rating: G to R in later chapters
Beta: Mistress Minx
Warnings: AU, Angst, Slash, potential character death
Summary: Two souls just cannot connect
Disclaimer: All characters and locations are the sole property of Professor Tolkien’s Estate. This is written solely for pleasure; no payment or profit has been made.
Notes: Written for the Celestial Bodies challenge at Tripledogdare
Heaven Knows
Chapter 6: T.A.2509
His eyes shone with a fire brighter than the Simiril set in Vingilótë’s bow. Anger and hated for the vile creatures that destroyed his mother burned white hot as he stared down his opponent. Metal against metal resonated through the clearing; sparks erupting as the weapons collided. Weariness overcame his opponent as the dark-haired ellon slashed forcefully, pressing forward till…
“I yield, hir nin!” the warrior cried between ragged breaths, his ability to keep his sword arm up, waning. Still Elladan pressed forward, deaf to the concession.
“Enough!” Erestor roared, coming to the training grounds after watching the peredhel ‘spar’. As he passed Glorfindel’s second he hissed his orders, “Clear the area and make it known that the training grounds are closed for the day.”
“But hir nin…” The glare Erestor threw caused the captain to stay his tongue. With Glorfindel accompanying Lady Celebrain to the Havens, Erestor oversaw the Captain’s business and Glorfindel’s second did not wish to be on the advisor’s bad side. He watched as Erestor strode to the center of the arena, clothed in a lightweight shirt and leggings and carrying his staff. In one quick motion, Erestor deflected the blow Elladan attempted to deliver on his now kneeling opponent. Glowing grey eyes met his defiantly.
“I said enough.” Elladan took but a step back, still in an attack stance. “You,” Erestor said to a couple of on-lookers, “help him up and leave.” Erestor never took his eyes off Elladan as the pair hesitantly approached and snatched their companion up. A whistle from Glorfindel’s second had the rest of the gathered elves on the move. Once they were alone, Erestor moved to stand across from the younger elf. He took up a fighting stance. “Now, fight!” he said menacingly.
Elladan lunged but Erestor was quicker and countered, easily deflecting the attack. “Is that the best you have?” the advisor taunted. Elladan growled and attacked again. This time Erestor not only blocked the blow, but delivered one of his own to the back of Elladan’s leg. The older twin stumbled. “Hurts does it not?” Again and again the peredhel lunged and attacked. Each time Erestor was ready. Soon, the moves began to get sloppy as Elladan’s anger burned out.
Near sundown, the younger warrior made one last attack, which resulted in Erestor disarming him and with a sweep of the great staff, dropped the exhausted elf to his knees. “Why?” he sobbed as he beat the ground. “Why her? It is not fair! I hate them!” Elladan beat the ground, “All of them! And Ada could not help her; he is supposed to be the greatest healer in Arda! Why could he not save her?” Erestor remained silent as he listened to Elladan rant. When grey eyes filled with such sadness turned to his, it took all of Erestor’s strength not to let his own tears fall. Silently, he approached the distraught figure, picking up the discarded sword as he went. Gathering their weapons in one hand, the chief advisor of Imladris hoisted the younger elf up by the waist. Elladan leaned into the supportive embrace and said no more as the two walked back to the main house. They spoke to none as they passed. Entering the suite of rooms the twins shared, Erestor dropped the weapons by the door, never relinquishing his hold on Elladan. He steered the dazed peredhel towards that bathing chamber. Setting Elladan on a stool, Erestor opened the taps and began to fill the large tub with warm water. Erestor added chamomile oil, quickly filling the room with its calming sent.
Elladan watched his father’s advisor with detached curiosity; he said nothing. Erestor knelt before the younger elf and removed his boots. Rising, he pulled Elladan to his feet and tugged at peredhel’s shirt, finally pulling it off the toned body. Elladan shivered against the chill in the night air. Erestor continued to undress his charge, finally removing dirt stained legging and guiding him to the deep tub. Elladan entered the warm water. Erestor pushed his shoulder gently to encourage the dark haired elf to sit. Elladan complied, though in a daze.
Elladan hardly registered the gentle yet firm hands that cleaned his body. However, a sigh escaped as he was encouraged to lean back and nimble fingers began to undo the intricate warrior braids. The young peredhel closed his eyes and lost himself to the tender ministrations. Hands that could wield a staff with deadly strength now washed his thick long hair with such gentleness. Long fingers combed through the silken mass and massaged his scalp. He sighed again, feeling the tension and anger ebb and slip from his weary body.
“The water grows too cool. Come, let us get you warm and dry.” Erestor held open a large towel. Elladan nodded and stood slowly. Moving to stand before the advisor, he let Erestor rub him dry. “Here, this will keep the cool night at bay.” Erestor helped the younger ellon into a sleeping robe and escorted him into the bedroom. Pulling back the covers, Erestor let Elladan get settled. In a motherly fashion, the elder elf tucked the twin in, leaning in to kiss the damp brow. “Be at peace, pen dithen. Rest and wake refreshed. All will be well.” Erestor stood and looked at the handsome face. He knew Elladan was exhausted and already sleep was pulling at him. With a final kiss, Erestor moved toward the door.
“Thank you,” floated softly to his ears just before Erestor closed the door. Walking briskly to his own quarters, Erestor entered his room quickly. Leaning against the closed door, the advisor slid to the floor, letting his own tears fall freely. The pain in his chest was nearly unbearable. Elladan hurt and there was nothing he could do to make it go away. Erestor sat there and sobbed till the warm rays of a new day touched his tear-streaked face.