Falling into Temptation

Title: Falling into Temptation:


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Title: Falling
into Temptation:

Chapter/ Part: 8.

 

Author:
Celebrian.

E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com

Web page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Celebrianlotrsfanfiction

Pairing:
Elrohir/ Glorfindel & Elrond /
Erestor. Elladan also mentioned.

Rating:
PG13?

Summary:
Elrohir´s suspicions about his father’s relationship with Erestor get almost
confirmed. There is more. But I am not good at summaries and I do not want to
give any spoilers away. ;o)

Disclaimer:
I don’t own them :o( But they all live in my mind.

Warnings: Angst.?

Author’s
notes: According to elvish majority
standards. An elf reaches adulthood at the age of 50 our 21 equivalent. So in
this story Elrohir and Elladan are between 40 and 41 elvish years. This would
make them 17 in human standards.

Elvish
Translations: Amin mela lle: I love you. // Amin mela lle, beika Erestor: I love you too
Erestor. // Mela en´ coiamin: Love of my
life // Melamin / Meleth-Nîn: My love.
// Lirimaer:
Lovely one.// Ammin merna lle, A´maelarain: I want you, My
beloved. // Quel du: Good night.

Feedback: Please, Please! I beg of you. I will be
eternally grateful :o)

 

Special thanks to Betas Emerald and
Elaine :o)

 

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Erestor was
the first one to move… His hand petted softly the dark hair cascading his
lover’s back as he placed an adoring kiss on the Lord of Imladris´ head. “Amin mela lle…” he whispered to the silky, dark hair. And a replying sweet kiss was
placed on his chest...

 

“Amin mela lle beika Erestor…” Elrond lifted his head from his comfortable,
warm pillow and looked at his lover. “More
than you can imagine Mela en´ coiamin”

 

Erestor´s
hands cupped Elrond´s face to draw his beloved closer into a sweet, tender
kiss.

 

Once apart,
Elrond leaned back to give his beautiful lover a better look and smirked
devilishly at the offensive bruise contrasting with the pale soft skin of
Erestor´s collarbone. His fingers moved to pet the mark and bending carefully
he kissed the purple bruise.

 

“Fortunately
it is winter…”Erestor mused.

 

“I will try
to control myself next time…” Elrond kissed tenderly, the dark mark before
rolling to lie next his lover, who moved closer and started to draw lazy forms
over the Lord of Imladris´ bare chest.

 

“I’d prefer
to stop wearing décolletage in Summer than for you to stop doing that…” Smiling
reassuringly he kissed his beloved and stretched over him to get his
previously, disregarded goblet of wine.
He drunk a sip of Miruvor and offered the glass to Elrond, who with a
slight movement rose to an almost sitting position. Erestor pulled the dark braid off his lover’s
face and tucked it safely behind the pointy tip of his ear.

 

“What is on
your mind?” Elrond caressed Erestor´s absent-minded expression after leaving
the empty goblet aside.

 

“ I was
remembering the first time we kissed after you married Celebrian…” He smiled at
the memory of the sweet kiss that long ago had reassured their feelings better
than words.

 

“I had
assumed I had lost you by that moment… And when I least expected it, you let me
got close to you…” Elrond found Erestor´s hand and held it selfishly cradled in
his, over his beating heart. “I am not sure if I would have been able to resist
you pushing me away any more…” He looked into those expressive dark eyes and a
bittersweet smile formed on his sad features.

 

Erestor
smiled and pressed his lips reassuringly over Elrond´s “My heart never let
yours go… And never will. No matter what…” With out breaking eye contact
Erestor assured his stressed lover tenderly while asking himself when would he
learn to bit his tongue before speaking of the time Celebrian appeared in their
lives?… Not everything in their hearts was fully healed… Even though the chief
advisor of Imladris assured his lover and himself he had not kept any
resentments nor wounds… deeply in his heart, he did… not to his beloved, but to
her…She had taken away them something more important than Erestor was ever
going to admit… His rightful place in Elrond´s life… He knew she was not guilty
but she had been the reason for his almost departure to the undying Lands… Not
their marriage… but Celebrian herself…

 

“What
brought those memories back to your mind?…”

 

“I was
trying to ease the uncertainty in Glorfindel´s heart… and it just came to my
mind…” Erestor spoke freely assuming Elrond would know what he was referring
to…

 

“How is
he?…”

 

“He claims
to be confused… But I think he is afraid…”

 

“He is
afraid…” Elrond stated, his eyes lost in one of the dark corners of the room.

“ But we
can not do anything to ease that fear… he would have to face it alone… and so
will Elrohir…until they can face their uncertainties together…”

 

“You have
spoken with Elrohir. What did he say?…”

 

“ He is in
love…” Elrond looked at his beloved… “You have seen him when he is around
Glorfindel…” The house Lords´ smiled at the image of his youngest son admiring
his blond tutor… “Despite the expected blushes and lack of words, you can see
he is truly in love when you look into his eyes…”

 

“Glorfindel
loves Elrohir… He will take care of him…”

 

“I know…
That is why I do not oppose… Somehow this was meant to be… Elrohir had always
been infatuated with Glorfindel… Even since he was a little baby he would
prefer his arms over ours…including his mother’s”

 

“Celebrian
was always distant… She was never with them…” Erestor´s body tensed at the
remembrance of the golden haired Lady. Erestor had learned to stand almost
everything when it came to her; but to see the twins asking desperately for
their mother’s attention and being constantly rejected, made him fume every
single time…

Indeed they
might have been over protective with them but all three of them needed to fill
a very important and he would dare say impossible, gap in their life. The one their mother should have filled. A
tender kiss on his still, captive hand
brought him back to Elrond´s side.

 

“Don’t…”
Elrond pleaded his lover, aware of the other’s mind wandering. “They grew to be
strong, decided young elves… Despite the absence of their mother… And we will
not ruin this perfect evening discussing her lack of maternal instincts…We have
vainly done so and I am not in the mood to do it again now…”. The Lord of Imladris looked sternly at Erestor. His only
response was a sweet, adoring kiss. “Good to know you agree with me…” he
chuckled pulling Erestor closer for a deeper kiss.

 

“Yes… I do
agree. This has been a wonderful night… and I want it to remain that way… So…
What do you say if I go prepare us a nice, hot bath and take some Miruvor up to
the bedroom?”

 

“That is a
very interesting proposition…” He grinned and stood picking up his clothes and
handing the respective ones to his lover. “You go get the Miruvor…and some
fruit too” he added after some consideration. “I will put this papers away and
be right up with you in less than a second…”

 

“I doubt
the less than a second part but… As I always say, it is worth waiting for you…”
Erestor grinned at Elrond who came closer and cupped his face in his hands to
kiss his chief advisor passionately.

 

“I will not
make you wait tonight Melamin…” The Lord of the house purred to the half open
lips against his own, making the figure in front of him shiver.

 

“I will
hold you to that Meleth Nîn…” Erestor freed himself from the loving grip and
headed to the door.

 

“Ah… Wait…
Can you take this to Glorfindel?… I think he might need the use of it…” Elrond
picked a small bottle from his desk and handed it to Erestor who was waiting
next to the door. “It is the sleeping elixir I promised him…”

 

“ I will
give it to him…”

 

After
stealing a last kiss from his beloved Elrond let him go… and returned to his
desk to put the most important papers safe from any possible harm.

 

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Erestor
almost froze as he noticed Elrohir picking over the shelves of the extensive
library. For how long the young elfling had been frolicking near his father’s
study?… Had he heard anything?… Maybe he had wanted to talk to Elrond and
stopped himself because of the evident noises of love making…

 

Gathering
all his self- control Erestor quietly approached his younger charge.

 

“Still up
Pen-Neth?…” The elder elf asked trying to appear as calm as usual.

 

“I need a
book that Glorfindel asked Elladan and me to read… But I can not find it…” He
looked at his dark haired tutor for a brief second and then turned his gaze to
the book shelves once again. “He is
going to test us the day after tomorrow and I have only read the first part…”.
Elrohir sighed annoyed.

 

“What is
the name of the book?…”

 

“It speaks
of Celebrimbor and Narvi. Elladan told me he had put it on its respective
shelf yet I can not find it…” Elrohir looked at Erestor. “What was the reason
for you to stay up this late?. You are usually one of the first to retire for
bed once dinner is over…” he asked, playing puzzled, and had to suppress a
smirk from forming on his features as Erestor tried to hide his uneasiness.

 

“I got
distracted speaking to your father, Pen-Neth… I am afraid I lost track of
time…” The dark haired eldar smiled awkwardly to his student and secured his
telling gaze once again, on the safety of the shelves. “Here it is…” He took the book from the
highest part of the bookcase and handed it to Elrohir. The long dark hair
covering the recent mark inflicted by his lover’s mouth, had faintly brushed
away, unveiling it to Elrohir´s quick eyes.

 

“Thankyou
…” Elrohir grinned as his previous suspicions were utterly confirmed, and had
to bite his tongue, not to give his recent discovery away …

 

“It is an
extensive book, you better start your reading…” The elf Lord smiled at Elrohir
tenderly.

 

“Yes… I
will do that…Thankyou Erestor.” The young prince smiled affectionately at his
tutor and with this small gesture, Erestor was able to see the reason of his
blond friend’s problem… The young elfling was adoringly charming, his moves
naturally graceful and his voice, a honeyed whisper to the ears… the dark
haired tutor had seen Elrohir´s charms in action a few times when he caught the
pair of lovebirds working, thinking they were alone…

 

Glorfindel
was lost…

 

“Elrohir!…”
His youngest charge turned to face him cradling the book tightly against his
chest. “Are you going upstairs?…” . Erestor stepped forward closing the distance his student had
recently created.

 

“Yes…”

 

“Can you
take this to Glorfindel on the way to your room?…” Erestor had to suppress a
chuckle as Elrohir´s hands almost dropped the cradled book to take the offered
small bottle.

 

“What is
it?…” Elrohir asked moving the transparent label, making the greenish liquid
dance from one side of the container to the other.

 

“It is the
sleeping elixir your father prepared for him… It will help him sleep…”

 

“Ah… This
will do him good, he had not been sleeping well this past days…”Elrohir´s eyes
jumped from the dancing liquid to Erestor´s face who was listening amused to
the youngster’s words… “… so I have noticed…He looks tired… Do you not notice
him tired?…” In his desperate effort to cover his out loud thinking Elrohir
started to babble almost naming every single elf that had remarked that his
beloved looked tired…

 

“Yes… I
have noticed…” Erestor assured quietly, smiling as he cupped his charge’s
shoulder, gently leading him to the main stairs which would lead him to the
family bedrooms. “I am positive this will help…”

 

Erestor
grinned as he saw Elrohir rushing to his beloved’s bedroom… He would help his
blond friend clear the confusion in his mind and for the fear… well… He had
fought a Balrog… What on Arda could possible make him fear a sweet elfling like
Elrohir?…

Erestor
chuckled at his own thinking of a persistent, adorable Elrohir… and went to the
kitchen for his beloved’s fruit.

 

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Glorfindel
was leaning against the head of his bed; his closed eyes allowed him to replay
the past afternoon events more vividly…

 

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“It is already ruined…”Elrohir had complained,
leaning into to Glorfindel´s body
bending next to his…

 

“Corrections do not ruin documents when you are
studying… They help you learn…” The blond eldar had stated, lost in the depth
of Elrohir green eyes. “Now… Do you remember which was the correct symbol?…” He
had forced himself out of his trance.

 

“Mnnn… No…I do not think so…” Elrohir had lied
looking innocently at him and Glorfindel had not cared, not cared at all…
he wanted Elrohir to came closer… so he
had taken the quill and had carefully shook the excess of ink from it. Then
leaning forward – and closer to the appealing
young elf – he drew the correct
symbol on the yellowy paper, despite the uncharacteristic shake in his pulse.

 

“There…”Glorfindel had placed the quill in its
place and leaned backwards, trying to avoid the aching proximity with the young
elf’s body. He had smiled tenderly at Elrohir and asked him to correct the
other mistake… He would not have manage the trembling of his pulse to give the
right form to the other symbol…

 

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Elrohir had lift his gaze from his writing to
spy on him and he had not been able to change his object of admiration quickly
enough… Elrohir had noticed him staring at him… Sighing heavily he had buried
himself in the pages of his book.

 

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“You did not mention any length limit…” The
young prince had grinned mischievously when Glorfindel had remarked the extent
of his work. .

 

“I think this will do Pen Neth…” He had smirked amused at his smart charge.

 

“I am not finished yet…” Elrohir had drawn closer to him, setting his body on
fire, as it always happened when the elfling was too near to him.

 

“Are you planning on translating the history of
Arda into Dwarven?…” He had unsuccessfully
tried to ease the painful necessity of closeness.

 

“If that is what it takes to be near
you…”. Elrohir had purred seductively, staring into his eyes. Again, his
student had used that honeyed voice he had used some nights ago when they
cuddled next to the big fire in the Halls…Was Elrohir aware of the power of
that melodic, entrancing purr?…

How simple it would had been to kiss him right
then, how easy it would had been surrendering to one of his more innocent
desires…A kiss…A tender, loving kiss.
He had only needed to bend a couple of inches and Elrohir´s sweet mouth
would have been his… Glorfindel´s mind had already played with this idea several times, getting this close to his
youngest charge made his mind wander through places Glorfindel had never wanted
to admit…but now… it was impossible to suppress the desire. Because he had
tasted those lips, and they were sweeter than honey itself…

 

He would have worshiped first the upper lip, to
lovingly find the other one waiting below, as his hands tangled in that silky
feathery dark hair draping over those slender shoulders… Glorfindel suppressed
a faint moan from leaving his parted lips as the images of the first shared
kiss with Elrohir came to his mind… The youngster’s hot skin brushing whit his,
playfully teasing him... He could perfectly remember the hard nipples pressing
blatantly against his awakened flesh, crying of his beloveds arousal…the
taunting lips gaining confidence with every slight movement of his tongue…

 

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Glorfindel´s head felt backwards as his hand moved to rest on his
groin…His breathing becoming ever more erratic with arousal as past torturing
sensations came to tease him with something he could not have… not yet at
least…

 

The palm of his hand gently rubbed
the needy flesh under the fabric of his pants…he was getting harder and harder with
every memory and his own touch…until something pulled him brusquely out of his
trance…

 

Someone had
knocked on the door…

 

There it
was again… a soft knock… somebody wanted to see him…

 

Glorfindel
cursed himself for the state he was in… and managed to recover his lost voice…
“Coming…” he stated, as he gathered his large robe which was resting at the
feet of the bed. That would cover his untaken care of need.

 

“Elrohir?…”
Glorfindel did not know whether to pull the young elfling inside, to his bed
and let him do whatever he wanted to do to him; or to ask why was he up this
late at night… The blond eldar closed his eyes momentarily as the ambiguous
ideas played in his mind.

 

“Are you
felling well?…” The younger elf asked, his voice tinted with concern.

 

“Yes…”

 

“You are
flushed!…” Elrohir free hand cupped the eldar´s forehead… “And warm…”

 

“I am well
Lirimaer… I … was sitting next to the fire… that is all…” Glorfindel smiled
reassuringly at his beloved, who was looking even more adorable than usual,
frowning his brow in worry and staring at him… “ I am well… What is it that you
need at this hour of the night… You should be sleeping…”

 

“I am no
child …” Elrohir stated a little annoyed both because he had just sounded like
an infant and because the object of his desire saw him like one. How was
Glorfindel going to see him as a possible lover if he could not stop seeing him
as a child?…

 

“I know…”
The blond eldar smiled reassuringly.

 

“Erestor
asked me to bring you this…” The young prince handled the little bottle to the
blond eldar. Their hands rose briefly
and both elves seemed to froze in time, their eyes locking together, watching
at the other longingly until Glorfindel pulled his hand away from the heavenly
contact.

 

“Thankyou…” Glorfindel, tried to focus on the small
phial, he could not bear to look at Elrohir. It ached his body to know that he
could not pull the youngster inside and worship his beloved with adoring
kisses... The blond eldar gazed at Elrohir… No… he could not… If he started
kissing him tonight, he would not be able to stop… “You should go back to bed
Lirimaer… It is late…”

 

Elrohir
melted at the hearing of the new adjective Glorfindel used to call him… Surely
he had declared that Elrohir was lovely several times in the past but know, the
single word seemed to have a whole different new meaning… Maybe it was the
intonation in which was it said… Or maybe the eldar´s eyes spoke a different
language than the other times… Elrohir was not sure what the change really was…
but he loved to hear him calling him that way…

 

“I will go
to bed after you give me my goodnight kiss…” The dark haired prince purred
seductively, looking for the other’s reaction, and smiled when the mighty blond
eldar blushed pretty much like he did…

 

Glorfindel
bent, closing the distance between the two of them and kissed the elfling´s
temple… as he usually did when he tucked the young one into bed. Then he looked
at you young pursuer. Elrohir was gazing back at him in frustration and the
blond eldar had to suppress a smirk as his teasing kiss had disappointed his
beloved Elrohir… “There … you are set for bed now…” He smiled affectionately at
his young love as this one tried to form a plausible excuse to get what he
wanted.

 

“That is
all?…” Was the only thing Elrohir came out with as he stared impatiently at his
blond tutor gazing back at him with both his arms crossed in his chest. “I know
I promised I would wait …”

 

“ Come
here…” Glorfindel smiled lovingly and cupped Elrohir´s face in both his hands
to tenderly kiss him.

 

Elrohir
whimpered at the surprise of the exquisite assault, his body trembled as
Glorfindel´s lips brushed against his own for some seconds until the blond elf
started to worship devotedly each one of them, the lower one first and the
upper one a fraction of seconds later... The eldar´s body was close, yet not
touching his, and his warm breathing colliding with his own… in erratic gasps
of air. Until the feathery like mouth moved away breaking the magical kiss…

 

“Was that
better?” The elder elf whispered pressing his forehead with Elrohir´s to
playfully brush the tip of their noses together… never releasing the youngsters
flushed face…

 

“Mnnn?…Yes…”
The prince of Imladris stated drowsily, opening his eyes to face at his beloved
smiling lovingly at him.

 

“Will you
go to bed now?” His heart pounded faster, if this… surrendering to one of his
purest desires made him feel like this… Glorfindel could not imagine what it
would be to allow himself to love Elrohir´s body and let his own be loved too…

 

“Do I have
too?…” Elrohir´s nose played against Glorfindel´s in a childish act that took a
new different meaning to him…

 

“Yes…” The
blond eldar purred before kissing the tip of Elrohir´s nose. “You do…” he
smiled tenderly and after petted the elfling´s cheek he moved away from the
prince’s personal space.

 

“Alright…”
Elrohir grinned charmingly at Glorfindel “Quel du Glorfindel…” and against his
own will he turned to leave…

 

“Quel du, Lirimaer…”

 

The elder
elf watched as his beloved pranced through the hallway to his own private
chambers, and after turning one last time to see him timidly, the young elf
entered his room leaving Glorfindel sighing with repressed desire…

 

 

TBC…