Spirits of Light
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Chapter 7
Spirits of Light
Chapter 7
Author: Frosty the Singing Ferret
Codes: Elrond, Arwen, Elros, OC, AU, M/F, Oral, N/C.
Rated: NC-17
Summary: A young elf studies under Elrond and falls for more than she realizes. Takes place pre-FOTR.
Author's Notes: I apologize for the lack of updates. It's my fault. I've been ill and then I had a lot of real life stuff to contend with. I'm still a little too busy to write right now, but I thought I'd update a piece of the story that I had already completed. Hopefully I can get back to it soon, and hopefully Elven and I haven't lost all our fans because of our absence. :)
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Elrond's eyes blinked open. He didn't move, instead taking a moment to adjust to where he was. The evening sky was visible to him through the roof of the building he was in. The air was humid and scented. As he moved his eyes, he could see plants surrounding him as he lay on the dirt floor. Frowning, he slowly sat up and blinked off the confusion in his mind. He was in the greenhouses. He had been teaching Cala and then...what? It was a blur, and he could think of no reason why he had been asleep on the floor of the nursery.
He sat silently and concentrated on his breathing, centering himself. This was not the first time this had happened. Last night he had found himself collapsed in his rooms, unable to recall getting there. His body had felt worn and exhausted, but he could think of no reason why this might have been. And now it had happened again.
Taking a deep breath, he placed his hands on the ground to push himself up. He stopped, though, when his finger touched something soft. Peering onto the moonlit floor, he saw what seemed to be a small, dark cloth on the ground. Elrond picked it up and stood, then held it up to get a better look. Raising an eyebrow, he felt himself go cold. It wasn't a simple rag. It was a pair of women's undergarments.
Quickly looking around the room, Elrond shoved the clothing into the pocket of his robes and made his way out the door.
Even the cool night air did nothing to quell his anxieties. He went straight to his rooms, locking the door behind him and taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Slowly he pulled out the women's undergarments and placed them on his bedside table. His eyes moved from the table to the mirror across from him. The darkness did not hide the flushed skin of his face.
His gaze lowered. A rush of cool air swept by him and he frowned, looking up at the window. It was closed.
Just as he was about to lie back, a voice came out of the dim. "What do you think of, Elrond?"
Elrond snapped his head around, peering into the dark room. The voice had been deep and familiar, but he could see no one. Perched on the edge of the bed, he asked calmly, "Who speaks?"
A movement caught Elrond's eye. He looked forward, to the mirror, and widened his eyes in surprise. "Dear brother," said the form that should have been Elrond's reflection, "You look as though you've seen a ghost."
"Elros," he hissed, tightening his fists. Elrond's twin smiled at him from the mirror, so similar and yet so distinct. "Why are you here?"
Eyes twinkling, he responded, "I decided that Mandos could wait. I am here to help you, Elrond."
"Help me with what?" he asked, lips pursed.
His dark gaze moved to the table beside his brother. "With that," he said, motioning to the slip of clothing that lay on it.
Elrond felt himself blanch. "You know who these belong to?"
"Of course," he replied, smiling, "They belong to that lovely young elf that you've been teaching. What is her name? Cala?"
"Cala," he breathed, beginning to understand. "I remember nothing. It's because of you, isn't it?"
"It is," he admitted, his smile widening, "It's a shame you do not remember. She's a fiery thing."
Elrond stood, his hands balling at his sides. "What have you done?"
Cocking his head, Elros replied, "I have done what you could not. Do not deny you have feelings for her, Elrond. It is more than obvious."
"It doesn't matter what I feel!" he growled, "What you have done is beyond reparation."
"I make no apologies," sighed Elros, rubbing his chin, "Tell me, Elrond, why do you not go after her yourself? I have watched you for a long while, and after years of being alone you finally have a young lady show an interest in being with you, yet you spurn her. Even with the desire you have, you do not make any advances. Why?"
"It doesn't matter why. I will share nothing with you." Taking a deep, angry breath, Elrond walked to the counter and poured himself a glass of wine. He could feel his brother's eyes upon him.
Elros did not budge from his line of questioning. "Is it because of Arwen?" he asked, watching Elrond. "Or, is it perhaps because of Celebrian?" Elros grinned when his brother halted the approach of the glass to his lips. "Yes, it's because of your wife."
Turning, Elrond set down his glass and glared. "Why have you forsaken Mandos, Elros? What happiness is there in being a Houseless One?"
He smirked and waved a finger at him. "You will not change the subject on me. Let us speak of your wife."
"I will not talk of her with you," he replied bluntly.
"You know, Elrond, I have wandered this Earth as long as you have lived in it. Unlike you, though, I have not been isolated in the Kingdom of Elves." Elros paused and narrowed his eyes. "You ask me what happiness there is in being a Houseless One. I ask you what happiness there is in denying yourself a joy that even Celebrian would, I'm sure, understand. I will answer your question if you answer mine."
"I will see my wife in the Havens," he said softly.
"You have a chance for love not once, but twice. You should not treat it with such irrelevance."
He ignored the statement, instead saying, "I have answered your question. Now you must answer mine."
Elros smiled, then said, "I have the best of both worlds. My mortality is over, yet here I still remain. I have the ability to do whatever I wish and go wherever I want to go. Right now, I am taking infinite pleasure in using you to tease that little elf-girl into complete submission. The next time we see her I'll have her on her hands and knees screaming for me to hurt her just a little bit more."
"She thinks I'm doing this to her," replied Elrond, his voice shaking, "I will not allow it any longer."
Laughing, Elros said, "You can't stop me. I am only having fun, and believe me when I tell you that she is enjoying it just as much as I am." He paused, then pursed his lips and said, "Though I will admit she is confused. You do not treat her like a lover should."
His eyes widened as he looked away. "She must think I'm using her," he breathed, suddenly aware of what his interaction with her must have looked like.
"Stop denying that you want her, Elrond, and I'll think about backing off. You are, afterall, my brother." He grinned, then cocked his head. "Until then, though, I intend to have my fun."
"Leave her be, Elros. I will not allow this," he replied angrily, knowing full-well he may not have a choice in the matter.
"Go to sleep, Elrond," said Elros, smirking, "You'll need your rest."
He blinked, and in that fracture of a second Elros had disappeared from the mirror, leaving Elrond staring at his own reflection. He sat down on the bed slowly, his mind spinning.
There would be no rest tonight.
*
TBC
Chapter 7
Author: Frosty the Singing Ferret
Codes: Elrond, Arwen, Elros, OC, AU, M/F, Oral, N/C.
Rated: NC-17
Summary: A young elf studies under Elrond and falls for more than she realizes. Takes place pre-FOTR.
Author's Notes: I apologize for the lack of updates. It's my fault. I've been ill and then I had a lot of real life stuff to contend with. I'm still a little too busy to write right now, but I thought I'd update a piece of the story that I had already completed. Hopefully I can get back to it soon, and hopefully Elven and I haven't lost all our fans because of our absence. :)
*
Elrond's eyes blinked open. He didn't move, instead taking a moment to adjust to where he was. The evening sky was visible to him through the roof of the building he was in. The air was humid and scented. As he moved his eyes, he could see plants surrounding him as he lay on the dirt floor. Frowning, he slowly sat up and blinked off the confusion in his mind. He was in the greenhouses. He had been teaching Cala and then...what? It was a blur, and he could think of no reason why he had been asleep on the floor of the nursery.
He sat silently and concentrated on his breathing, centering himself. This was not the first time this had happened. Last night he had found himself collapsed in his rooms, unable to recall getting there. His body had felt worn and exhausted, but he could think of no reason why this might have been. And now it had happened again.
Taking a deep breath, he placed his hands on the ground to push himself up. He stopped, though, when his finger touched something soft. Peering onto the moonlit floor, he saw what seemed to be a small, dark cloth on the ground. Elrond picked it up and stood, then held it up to get a better look. Raising an eyebrow, he felt himself go cold. It wasn't a simple rag. It was a pair of women's undergarments.
Quickly looking around the room, Elrond shoved the clothing into the pocket of his robes and made his way out the door.
Even the cool night air did nothing to quell his anxieties. He went straight to his rooms, locking the door behind him and taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Slowly he pulled out the women's undergarments and placed them on his bedside table. His eyes moved from the table to the mirror across from him. The darkness did not hide the flushed skin of his face.
His gaze lowered. A rush of cool air swept by him and he frowned, looking up at the window. It was closed.
Just as he was about to lie back, a voice came out of the dim. "What do you think of, Elrond?"
Elrond snapped his head around, peering into the dark room. The voice had been deep and familiar, but he could see no one. Perched on the edge of the bed, he asked calmly, "Who speaks?"
A movement caught Elrond's eye. He looked forward, to the mirror, and widened his eyes in surprise. "Dear brother," said the form that should have been Elrond's reflection, "You look as though you've seen a ghost."
"Elros," he hissed, tightening his fists. Elrond's twin smiled at him from the mirror, so similar and yet so distinct. "Why are you here?"
Eyes twinkling, he responded, "I decided that Mandos could wait. I am here to help you, Elrond."
"Help me with what?" he asked, lips pursed.
His dark gaze moved to the table beside his brother. "With that," he said, motioning to the slip of clothing that lay on it.
Elrond felt himself blanch. "You know who these belong to?"
"Of course," he replied, smiling, "They belong to that lovely young elf that you've been teaching. What is her name? Cala?"
"Cala," he breathed, beginning to understand. "I remember nothing. It's because of you, isn't it?"
"It is," he admitted, his smile widening, "It's a shame you do not remember. She's a fiery thing."
Elrond stood, his hands balling at his sides. "What have you done?"
Cocking his head, Elros replied, "I have done what you could not. Do not deny you have feelings for her, Elrond. It is more than obvious."
"It doesn't matter what I feel!" he growled, "What you have done is beyond reparation."
"I make no apologies," sighed Elros, rubbing his chin, "Tell me, Elrond, why do you not go after her yourself? I have watched you for a long while, and after years of being alone you finally have a young lady show an interest in being with you, yet you spurn her. Even with the desire you have, you do not make any advances. Why?"
"It doesn't matter why. I will share nothing with you." Taking a deep, angry breath, Elrond walked to the counter and poured himself a glass of wine. He could feel his brother's eyes upon him.
Elros did not budge from his line of questioning. "Is it because of Arwen?" he asked, watching Elrond. "Or, is it perhaps because of Celebrian?" Elros grinned when his brother halted the approach of the glass to his lips. "Yes, it's because of your wife."
Turning, Elrond set down his glass and glared. "Why have you forsaken Mandos, Elros? What happiness is there in being a Houseless One?"
He smirked and waved a finger at him. "You will not change the subject on me. Let us speak of your wife."
"I will not talk of her with you," he replied bluntly.
"You know, Elrond, I have wandered this Earth as long as you have lived in it. Unlike you, though, I have not been isolated in the Kingdom of Elves." Elros paused and narrowed his eyes. "You ask me what happiness there is in being a Houseless One. I ask you what happiness there is in denying yourself a joy that even Celebrian would, I'm sure, understand. I will answer your question if you answer mine."
"I will see my wife in the Havens," he said softly.
"You have a chance for love not once, but twice. You should not treat it with such irrelevance."
He ignored the statement, instead saying, "I have answered your question. Now you must answer mine."
Elros smiled, then said, "I have the best of both worlds. My mortality is over, yet here I still remain. I have the ability to do whatever I wish and go wherever I want to go. Right now, I am taking infinite pleasure in using you to tease that little elf-girl into complete submission. The next time we see her I'll have her on her hands and knees screaming for me to hurt her just a little bit more."
"She thinks I'm doing this to her," replied Elrond, his voice shaking, "I will not allow it any longer."
Laughing, Elros said, "You can't stop me. I am only having fun, and believe me when I tell you that she is enjoying it just as much as I am." He paused, then pursed his lips and said, "Though I will admit she is confused. You do not treat her like a lover should."
His eyes widened as he looked away. "She must think I'm using her," he breathed, suddenly aware of what his interaction with her must have looked like.
"Stop denying that you want her, Elrond, and I'll think about backing off. You are, afterall, my brother." He grinned, then cocked his head. "Until then, though, I intend to have my fun."
"Leave her be, Elros. I will not allow this," he replied angrily, knowing full-well he may not have a choice in the matter.
"Go to sleep, Elrond," said Elros, smirking, "You'll need your rest."
He blinked, and in that fracture of a second Elros had disappeared from the mirror, leaving Elrond staring at his own reflection. He sat down on the bed slowly, his mind spinning.
There would be no rest tonight.
*
TBC