The Dark Star of Gondolin
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
7,605
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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Title: The Dark Star of Gondolin
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Websites: Read updates and much more first at my livejournal: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ . Read my stories in an easy format at this archive: http://swoon.dreamelf.com/viewuser.php?uid=42 . Read all of my Erestor/Glorfindel only stories here: http://ressandfin.queencheetah.com/viewuser.php?uid=23
Beta: Patricia Pleasant aka slayer9649
Chapter: 8/?
Pairings: eventually Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: hermaphrodite, AU, slash, angst, mentions of a minor in a sexual situation
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Durel heals.
A/N: This story contains the idea of the ellian, a hermaphrodite elf. This chapter is a journal entry made by Glorfindel. Durel is approximately as old as a sixteen year old human.
I reached the gate and flung open the iron doors that barred the entrance to the garden. My breath failed me and I fell to my knees to crawl to the crumpled form lying like a broken bird upon my doorstep. My Durel, my star was still there.
He was there, bleeding and broken, but still there. I pulled him into my lap and held him gently for many moments as I collected myself. My mind was a chaos of thoughts and emotions I would sort out later. At this moment, I needed to think about my star. He needed me.
I whispered his name and gently cupped his face. He didn’t respond to me, and his eyes where closed and his breathing shallow and pained. His lips were parted in soft, labored breaths as I traced his face with my fingers. I sobbed but a moment over my star’s limp body before I slowly moved to my feet and carried my sweet angel into the house.
I laid him upon my bed…no, *our* bed after I sent for Arene. I held his hands in mine, studying them. They were bloodied and the nails were torn, as if he had beaten at the door for entrance for hours on end…which he probably had. My eyes passed over his body. He was so very, very thin, was my Durel from his long illness. I could encompass his entire waist with my hands and every rib protruded from his skin. His face had dirty tear trails running down his gaunt cheeks. I kissed each cheek and his forehead softly.
I heard Arene enter and I heard her cry of dismay as she saw the damage done to the dark child on my bed. She fluttered over and began to issue orders to her underling healers for hot water, bandages, and medicine. I let it all pass by me in a haze. All I could see was Durel’s sickly countenance. All I could hear was Durel’s wheezing breath and pained moans.
Hours later my darkling child was bandaged and medicated. Arene left the room with instructions to feed him the tea and broth she had left over the fire. Slowly, I stood from my place beside the bed and lay down beside Durel. I gently pulled the wasted body to mine so that I could hold my broken bird as he emitted scared whimpers in his sleep.
What an idiot. How could I have not seen the love he held for me? How could I have let my anger and jealousy lead me to such horrible extremes? I had nearly killed my dark star, my light on the darkest nights.
For many hours I held him as he slept. Occasionally, I would tip some of the liquids down his throat. He would cough and whimper, but I managed to get something down him. My mother appeared once, although I was too distracted to talk to her for much time. I remember telling her to put a halt to the orphanage for the moment. She was to inform the others in on the project that I was on a ‘personal holiday’ and that work would resume as soon as I ‘was back in commission’. I hated to stop work on the orphanage, but I hated the thought of loosing Durel more. The building could wait. The life of my star hung in the balance.
**********((Next Entry))***********
He awoke today, my little star. He usually woke barely coherent, but today he was completely lucid. His eyes fluttered open from their unnaturally closed position, and the first thing he did was try to speak my name. It came out as a hoarse, incomprehensible whisper, but I knew it was my name he spoke.
I leaned above him so he could see me without moving much. I stroked his head and leaned down to kiss his forehead as my tears wet his cheeks. He tried to talk, to sit up, but I would not allow it. He was still too injured to be moving. I gentled my darkling’s movements with soft touches and whispered words of love and devotion. His eyes betrayed his fright and nervousness. I told him that we would discuss things further when he felt better, and that for now he should simply know that I returned his love. I fed him the thin broth and the medicinal teas as Arene had instructed, and as I had done for many days now. Eating left him exhausted, and I settled him against the pillows and covered him with warm, soft blankets. I sung to my little one as he drifted back into his healing sleep, the small smile on his face telling me that I had a chance to make my star shine again.
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Websites: Read updates and much more first at my livejournal: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ . Read my stories in an easy format at this archive: http://swoon.dreamelf.com/viewuser.php?uid=42 . Read all of my Erestor/Glorfindel only stories here: http://ressandfin.queencheetah.com/viewuser.php?uid=23
Beta: Patricia Pleasant aka slayer9649
Chapter: 8/?
Pairings: eventually Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: hermaphrodite, AU, slash, angst, mentions of a minor in a sexual situation
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Durel heals.
A/N: This story contains the idea of the ellian, a hermaphrodite elf. This chapter is a journal entry made by Glorfindel. Durel is approximately as old as a sixteen year old human.
I reached the gate and flung open the iron doors that barred the entrance to the garden. My breath failed me and I fell to my knees to crawl to the crumpled form lying like a broken bird upon my doorstep. My Durel, my star was still there.
He was there, bleeding and broken, but still there. I pulled him into my lap and held him gently for many moments as I collected myself. My mind was a chaos of thoughts and emotions I would sort out later. At this moment, I needed to think about my star. He needed me.
I whispered his name and gently cupped his face. He didn’t respond to me, and his eyes where closed and his breathing shallow and pained. His lips were parted in soft, labored breaths as I traced his face with my fingers. I sobbed but a moment over my star’s limp body before I slowly moved to my feet and carried my sweet angel into the house.
I laid him upon my bed…no, *our* bed after I sent for Arene. I held his hands in mine, studying them. They were bloodied and the nails were torn, as if he had beaten at the door for entrance for hours on end…which he probably had. My eyes passed over his body. He was so very, very thin, was my Durel from his long illness. I could encompass his entire waist with my hands and every rib protruded from his skin. His face had dirty tear trails running down his gaunt cheeks. I kissed each cheek and his forehead softly.
I heard Arene enter and I heard her cry of dismay as she saw the damage done to the dark child on my bed. She fluttered over and began to issue orders to her underling healers for hot water, bandages, and medicine. I let it all pass by me in a haze. All I could see was Durel’s sickly countenance. All I could hear was Durel’s wheezing breath and pained moans.
Hours later my darkling child was bandaged and medicated. Arene left the room with instructions to feed him the tea and broth she had left over the fire. Slowly, I stood from my place beside the bed and lay down beside Durel. I gently pulled the wasted body to mine so that I could hold my broken bird as he emitted scared whimpers in his sleep.
What an idiot. How could I have not seen the love he held for me? How could I have let my anger and jealousy lead me to such horrible extremes? I had nearly killed my dark star, my light on the darkest nights.
For many hours I held him as he slept. Occasionally, I would tip some of the liquids down his throat. He would cough and whimper, but I managed to get something down him. My mother appeared once, although I was too distracted to talk to her for much time. I remember telling her to put a halt to the orphanage for the moment. She was to inform the others in on the project that I was on a ‘personal holiday’ and that work would resume as soon as I ‘was back in commission’. I hated to stop work on the orphanage, but I hated the thought of loosing Durel more. The building could wait. The life of my star hung in the balance.
**********((Next Entry))***********
He awoke today, my little star. He usually woke barely coherent, but today he was completely lucid. His eyes fluttered open from their unnaturally closed position, and the first thing he did was try to speak my name. It came out as a hoarse, incomprehensible whisper, but I knew it was my name he spoke.
I leaned above him so he could see me without moving much. I stroked his head and leaned down to kiss his forehead as my tears wet his cheeks. He tried to talk, to sit up, but I would not allow it. He was still too injured to be moving. I gentled my darkling’s movements with soft touches and whispered words of love and devotion. His eyes betrayed his fright and nervousness. I told him that we would discuss things further when he felt better, and that for now he should simply know that I returned his love. I fed him the thin broth and the medicinal teas as Arene had instructed, and as I had done for many days now. Eating left him exhausted, and I settled him against the pillows and covered him with warm, soft blankets. I sung to my little one as he drifted back into his healing sleep, the small smile on his face telling me that I had a chance to make my star shine again.