The Wrong Path
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
23
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4,210
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6
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Chapter 7
Title: The Wrong Path
Author: erviniae
Chapter 7/?
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.
The Deal
Chapter 7
In all the months they had been lovers, not once had they seen the other fully naked. The opportunity never arose for them to be alone long enough nor safe enough to do so until now. As the door closed behind them, Ecthelion locked it at once. Erestor grinned and in two strides Ecthelion had him in his embrace. Lips met in the gentlest of kisses, hips pressed together as hands ran through silken hair. Ecthelion began to walk them backwards towards his bed, as the kisses became rougher, more necessary, tongues entwined in a lazy dance, breath harsh and panting.
“I need to feel your skin against mine,” Erestor whimpered against his lover's sweet lips. A growl was his reply. Laughing, Erestor broke free from their embrace as he eyed the bed.
“That, my lord, is a rather large bed.” He smiled while seductively biting his bottom lip as he slowly unfastened the clasps of his tunic.
Ecthelion gulped and stuttered, unable to take his eyes off the one before him. When Erestor stood in naught but his leggings, Ecthelion's heart threatened to burst from his very chest. Shaking his head he murmured while perusing the one before him, “so beautiful...Erestor, I...I love you with all that I am.”
Erestor found himself in the most sensual of kisses, which brought them both to their knees. “I love you, by all that is good and right, I love you,” whispered Erestor in answer as he cradled Ecthelion's head against his bare chest.
Neither remembered lying on the bed, nor removing the rest of their clothing. All they knew was that they were moving as one against the other with no clothing barring the way this time. Moans, sighs and declarations of love filled the air. Not an area of skin was left untouched or unkissed. Many times they spent themselves that night. Many times they came with the other's name on their lips. Finally, they were able to taste one another's essence, and in doing so they found that they could not get their fill.
As the morning hours came closer and closer they feel asleep within entwined arms and legs. They felt at peace and though they had not shared the ultimate intimacy yet; they felt happy and content in all that they were.
So it was with much surprise that they were awakened by a constant pounding at the bedroom door. “Ecthelion! Open this door at once!” Came a familiar voice.
Ecthelion jumped up and quickly began to dress, motioning for Erestor to do the same. “Hide!” he whispered in a frightened voice. “Coming!” He yelled back.
The pounding continued, harder this time. “Ecthelion!” Suddenly the door burst open to reveal Salgant along with six of his guards, some of whom were friends of his.
“How dare you break into my home!” Ecthelion yelled back as he grabbed a nearby dagger from his nightstand.
Salgant sneered. “Foolish Ecthelion, put down your filthy dagger from your disgusting hand.” Spit flew from the irate Elf’s mouth. “I see you have corrupted another one in your quest of perversion.”
Glorfindel, awakened by the commotion, ran down the hall and into Ecthelion's room with dread in his heart. “What is going on here?” He yelled.
Salgant turned around. “So, the Lord of the Fountain is here as well. Curiouser and curiouser this becomes.”
Glorfindel lunged for him but was stopped by four of Salgant's guards. “Unhand me now,” was the low growl from Glorfindel's throat, a very dangerous sound. The guards listened.
Erestor moved to stand next to Ecthelion, his tunic hastily clasped in the process. He held his chin high in defiance.
“I have no problem with you Lord Glorfindel….it is unfortunate that you are here.” Salgant trailed off.
“It is most fortuitous that I happen to be here, for I trust you not.” Glorfindel spat back.
Salgant laughed low, a rumbling sound that was a cross between thunder and contempt. “I have come here to see for myself what a trusted Elf has told me, one of your own household as well, Lord Ecthelion.”
Ecthelion’s eyes went wide and he stared in disbelief at the Elf before him. “Yes, look at me unbelieving if you so desire, but I assure you, there is at least one here that has nothing but disgust for you and I daresay…hate…at your disgusting behavior, your vile acts….”
In an instant Ecthelion had a hand around Salgant’s throat only to find himself being hit in the back of the head and pulled off by the guards in the room. Temporarily stunned, he slumped to the floor with Erestor immediately at his side. Salgant gulped at the venomous look given to him by Erestor.
An arrow nocked at his throat when trying to go to his friend’s aid, restrained Glorfindel. Just then another Elf walked into the room, it was Ecthelion’s most trusted servant, Tavor. An Elf he had grown up with. An Elf he trusted with his very household.
Tavor walked slowly up to Ecthelion and hit him across the face: blood flew from the cut he now sported in his lip. Erestor went to grab Tavor but found himself pulled back by his hair, forced to the floor with a harsh thud. “Tavor?” Ecthelion coughed in disbelief, questions in his eyes as he saw the hate shining back at him.
“You should be dead, not Torech!” Hissed the servant as Ecthelion visibly flinched at the name of his once lover. “I am his brother!” Again Tavor hit Ecthelion hard across his face. Erestor struggled against his captor; a growl emanating from deep within him at the sight of his beloved being treated so.
“Yes, my lord,” sneered Tavor with contempt, “you did not even know that he was my kin! All these long years I vowed to get you back for the death of my youngest brother, and when I saw you take this other innocent into your clutches, I could stand it no more! You cannot get away with your repulsive behavior. You corrupted my brother and…and he was the one to pay!” Tavor’s voice steadily rose to deafening levels as he spoke. Leaning forward to hit Ecthelion once more, he found his hand grabbed by Salgant. After all, he was only a servant and Ecthelion a lord….
“Enough!” Salgant yelled. After motioning for Tavor to leave, the door was closed and Salgant stood before the two lovers’ that were forced to the floor. “I have a proposition for you…” laughed Salgant, “actually, it is an order. Erestor will marry my niece Lothwen for I need to get rid of that burden set upon me, and Ecthelion, you will not go near him again. If I find you alone together, I will bring you both before Turgon, understood?”
“You may not order me about like a servant!” Ecthelion hissed as blood dripped anew from his reopened cut when he spoke.
“Oh, dear, perverse Ecthelion, “ laughed Salgant, “you are in no position to argue.” Here Salgant paused, “or you will see your lover dead.”
“I will never marry your niece!” Erestor argued.
“Oh silly elfling, you will do as I say or else your parents shall be childless.”
Salgant then turned his attentions to Glorfindel. “Tis really a pity you are here, but if you speak of this to anyone—I will declare you an aberration as well!” Glorfindel growled and started to protest until the point of the arrow pressed slightly into his throat.
“Well, now that all that is settled” smiled Salgant wickedly, “I shall tell Lothwen of her betrothal, and inform King Turgon of the upcoming nuptials. He does love a wedding ceremony.” With that Salgant went through the door before letting them go. He wasn’t stupid. The three watched as one by one the guards followed Salgant out, dagger looks were thrown to those once considered friends. Silence rent the air for there was nothing that could be done to change this situation. Nothing at all.
TBC….
Tavor- Woodpecker
Torech- Lair
Lothwen- Blossomed maiden
Author: erviniae
Chapter 7/?
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.
The Deal
Chapter 7
In all the months they had been lovers, not once had they seen the other fully naked. The opportunity never arose for them to be alone long enough nor safe enough to do so until now. As the door closed behind them, Ecthelion locked it at once. Erestor grinned and in two strides Ecthelion had him in his embrace. Lips met in the gentlest of kisses, hips pressed together as hands ran through silken hair. Ecthelion began to walk them backwards towards his bed, as the kisses became rougher, more necessary, tongues entwined in a lazy dance, breath harsh and panting.
“I need to feel your skin against mine,” Erestor whimpered against his lover's sweet lips. A growl was his reply. Laughing, Erestor broke free from their embrace as he eyed the bed.
“That, my lord, is a rather large bed.” He smiled while seductively biting his bottom lip as he slowly unfastened the clasps of his tunic.
Ecthelion gulped and stuttered, unable to take his eyes off the one before him. When Erestor stood in naught but his leggings, Ecthelion's heart threatened to burst from his very chest. Shaking his head he murmured while perusing the one before him, “so beautiful...Erestor, I...I love you with all that I am.”
Erestor found himself in the most sensual of kisses, which brought them both to their knees. “I love you, by all that is good and right, I love you,” whispered Erestor in answer as he cradled Ecthelion's head against his bare chest.
Neither remembered lying on the bed, nor removing the rest of their clothing. All they knew was that they were moving as one against the other with no clothing barring the way this time. Moans, sighs and declarations of love filled the air. Not an area of skin was left untouched or unkissed. Many times they spent themselves that night. Many times they came with the other's name on their lips. Finally, they were able to taste one another's essence, and in doing so they found that they could not get their fill.
As the morning hours came closer and closer they feel asleep within entwined arms and legs. They felt at peace and though they had not shared the ultimate intimacy yet; they felt happy and content in all that they were.
So it was with much surprise that they were awakened by a constant pounding at the bedroom door. “Ecthelion! Open this door at once!” Came a familiar voice.
Ecthelion jumped up and quickly began to dress, motioning for Erestor to do the same. “Hide!” he whispered in a frightened voice. “Coming!” He yelled back.
The pounding continued, harder this time. “Ecthelion!” Suddenly the door burst open to reveal Salgant along with six of his guards, some of whom were friends of his.
“How dare you break into my home!” Ecthelion yelled back as he grabbed a nearby dagger from his nightstand.
Salgant sneered. “Foolish Ecthelion, put down your filthy dagger from your disgusting hand.” Spit flew from the irate Elf’s mouth. “I see you have corrupted another one in your quest of perversion.”
Glorfindel, awakened by the commotion, ran down the hall and into Ecthelion's room with dread in his heart. “What is going on here?” He yelled.
Salgant turned around. “So, the Lord of the Fountain is here as well. Curiouser and curiouser this becomes.”
Glorfindel lunged for him but was stopped by four of Salgant's guards. “Unhand me now,” was the low growl from Glorfindel's throat, a very dangerous sound. The guards listened.
Erestor moved to stand next to Ecthelion, his tunic hastily clasped in the process. He held his chin high in defiance.
“I have no problem with you Lord Glorfindel….it is unfortunate that you are here.” Salgant trailed off.
“It is most fortuitous that I happen to be here, for I trust you not.” Glorfindel spat back.
Salgant laughed low, a rumbling sound that was a cross between thunder and contempt. “I have come here to see for myself what a trusted Elf has told me, one of your own household as well, Lord Ecthelion.”
Ecthelion’s eyes went wide and he stared in disbelief at the Elf before him. “Yes, look at me unbelieving if you so desire, but I assure you, there is at least one here that has nothing but disgust for you and I daresay…hate…at your disgusting behavior, your vile acts….”
In an instant Ecthelion had a hand around Salgant’s throat only to find himself being hit in the back of the head and pulled off by the guards in the room. Temporarily stunned, he slumped to the floor with Erestor immediately at his side. Salgant gulped at the venomous look given to him by Erestor.
An arrow nocked at his throat when trying to go to his friend’s aid, restrained Glorfindel. Just then another Elf walked into the room, it was Ecthelion’s most trusted servant, Tavor. An Elf he had grown up with. An Elf he trusted with his very household.
Tavor walked slowly up to Ecthelion and hit him across the face: blood flew from the cut he now sported in his lip. Erestor went to grab Tavor but found himself pulled back by his hair, forced to the floor with a harsh thud. “Tavor?” Ecthelion coughed in disbelief, questions in his eyes as he saw the hate shining back at him.
“You should be dead, not Torech!” Hissed the servant as Ecthelion visibly flinched at the name of his once lover. “I am his brother!” Again Tavor hit Ecthelion hard across his face. Erestor struggled against his captor; a growl emanating from deep within him at the sight of his beloved being treated so.
“Yes, my lord,” sneered Tavor with contempt, “you did not even know that he was my kin! All these long years I vowed to get you back for the death of my youngest brother, and when I saw you take this other innocent into your clutches, I could stand it no more! You cannot get away with your repulsive behavior. You corrupted my brother and…and he was the one to pay!” Tavor’s voice steadily rose to deafening levels as he spoke. Leaning forward to hit Ecthelion once more, he found his hand grabbed by Salgant. After all, he was only a servant and Ecthelion a lord….
“Enough!” Salgant yelled. After motioning for Tavor to leave, the door was closed and Salgant stood before the two lovers’ that were forced to the floor. “I have a proposition for you…” laughed Salgant, “actually, it is an order. Erestor will marry my niece Lothwen for I need to get rid of that burden set upon me, and Ecthelion, you will not go near him again. If I find you alone together, I will bring you both before Turgon, understood?”
“You may not order me about like a servant!” Ecthelion hissed as blood dripped anew from his reopened cut when he spoke.
“Oh, dear, perverse Ecthelion, “ laughed Salgant, “you are in no position to argue.” Here Salgant paused, “or you will see your lover dead.”
“I will never marry your niece!” Erestor argued.
“Oh silly elfling, you will do as I say or else your parents shall be childless.”
Salgant then turned his attentions to Glorfindel. “Tis really a pity you are here, but if you speak of this to anyone—I will declare you an aberration as well!” Glorfindel growled and started to protest until the point of the arrow pressed slightly into his throat.
“Well, now that all that is settled” smiled Salgant wickedly, “I shall tell Lothwen of her betrothal, and inform King Turgon of the upcoming nuptials. He does love a wedding ceremony.” With that Salgant went through the door before letting them go. He wasn’t stupid. The three watched as one by one the guards followed Salgant out, dagger looks were thrown to those once considered friends. Silence rent the air for there was nothing that could be done to change this situation. Nothing at all.
TBC….
Tavor- Woodpecker
Torech- Lair
Lothwen- Blossomed maiden