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Chapter 8: TA 3018
Heaven Knows
Chapter 8: TA 3018
Dark times were upon them. The cursed ring resurfaced. Isildur’s bane lay on the stone dais not five feet from him. Erestor could feel the malice rolling from the ring as Anor’s light cast an eerie glow about it. Any thought that the gold band was an inanimate object fled the advisor’s mind as he heard it whisper, calling to any who would take it to its master.
Glancing around the council circle, Elrond’s chief counselor took in the eclectic group around him. All the free races were represented. Each of the elven realms had sent representatives, as did the dwarves and men of Gondor. Even the Shire had a member on this council. He could see the anxiety in the eyes of all present. Erestor could observe everyone silently and without detection from his seat. Everyone save his Lord who presided over the meeting and Elladan who sat to his father’s right.
Elladan had arrived in Imladris early that morning with the men of the South. His brother chose to remain with the rangers, making sure the southern border of Imladris remained clear of Sauron’s filth. Elladan brought the men before Elrond with all the poise and grace of the Elder of old; despite the dust from travel, he resonated with the power of kings. Erestor could hardly suppress his pride in the younger elf.
But pride gave way to desire when Elladan arrived for council, freshly bathed and in his formal robes. Erestor’s breath hitched as the vision of masculine beauty glided into the council glade and took his seat. Erestor now wished Elrohir had also returned for then the advisor would have taken the first seat to Elladan’s right. It would have afforded the raven-haired ellon the luxury of glancing at his hearts desire. Being able to look upon the one who stole his heart would have made the meeting a bit less stressful. As it was, Erestor had to resign himself to stare at…dwarves! The Valar could be so cruel at times.
“…the ring must be destroyed.” It sounded so easy, yet the whole situation was so very familiar; he had lived through it all once before.
“Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy…” Erestor sighed. The men of the south never changed. That mentality kept the ring whole in the first place.
Did Elladan just growl? “…Never trust an elf!” That did it; chaos ensued. Erestor closed his eyes against the arguing.
“I will do it; I will take the ring…” Erestor’s eyes snapped open at the softly spoke words. He looked to the young hobbit and smiled slightly. Hope was not lost. Slowly the words seeped through the anger and the hate, which clouded those present. In the silence that followed, Erestor’s heart skipped a beat as Estel stepped forward to offer protection. Would Elladan also offer to see the Ring Barer to Mordor? Cold dread flooded the advisor.
“And my bow,” Legolas said boldly. Erestor sank back into his chair. The elves were represented, no need of Elladan to step forward. Finally, Elrond declared nine walkers would embark for Mordor. Everyone drifted from the area, heading to refresh before a celebratory feast. Erestor had much to prepare yet could not bring his body to move. At the moment he felt every bit his 6379 years. He let his head rest against the back of his chair and closed his eyes.
Strong hands began to knead the tense shoulders, “Come meldir; let us find a more comfortable place to relax…and perhaps a glass of good wine.”
Erestor opened his eyes and tilted his head up to see the ellon standing behind his chair. He smiled at Elladan. “I still have things to oversee before the feast.”
“It is early and you look, well…spent.” Erestor choked, unable to rely and blushed. The twin chuckled. “Do not worry. I am sure no one noticed and when I am through, you will feel boneless. Now come with me.”
Erestor stood, suddenly feeling very flushed. Somehow no matter what Elladan said, it had a double meaning. The advisor knew that it was innocent, but he could not stop his body from responding to the alternate images. He took a calming breath as he walked with Elladan towards the advisor’s study, willing his body to behave.
Once the pair reached Erestor’s office, Elladan indicated Erestor should take a seat while he prepared a goblet of wine. “No, not in a chair,” he said as Erestor made to sit in the wingback. “On the pillows.” Erestor looked at Elladan questioningly but complied. Elladan joined his friend on the floor. “Here, enjoy this,” the peredhel said, handing the advisor his wine.
Elladan then moved behind Erestor and pushed the thick mass of raven-wing hair over one shoulder. Erestor’s heart began to beat faster. He took a long drink of wine. Soon strong hands again began to work on his tense shoulders. It felt heavenly. A sigh escaped before Erestor could stop it.
“Relax. All will be well, you will see. Estel will make sure of it.” Elladan said after a while.
“I wish I could be as sure as you. It is so familiar,” Erestor said quietly. “Rings of power have corrupted far more powerful beings than a hobbit. Even Mithradir will not take it.”
Elladan stilled his hands and leaned forward, pressing close to Erestor and speaking into the perfectly shaped ear, “Perhaps, therein lies the problem; those with power know it’s allure. Hobbits seem to have little knowledge, desire or use for ‘power’. It holds no appeal for them.” Wrapping his arms around his mentor and friend in a loose embrace, Elladan continued, “Promise me you will not give up hope?”
Erestor had never felt anything as wonderful as Elladan’s arms around him. His body responded to the younger elf’s closeness and the advisor wondered if the close proximity affected Elladan as well. He turned his head and there was a pair of ruby lips. All Erestor had to do was lean in a bit and claim them. He stared into eyes the color of summer storm clouds. Elladan’s tongue flicked to lick his lips forcing Erestor to swallow the moan that threatened to escape. Elladan reached up and tucked a stray lock of hair behind the advisor’s ear, letting his fingers glide over the sculpted cheek. The air was charged with an energy that could not be ignored or defused by anything…save…
“Lord Erestor? Are you in there?” The impatient knock startled both ellyn who seemed lost in some thought or dream. Elladan moved back and rose gracefully.
Erestor dropped his head and sighed in defeat. “Aye, I am here. Come.” He rose and faced the door.
“Oh, forgive the intrusion,” Melpomaen stuttered, unsure of what he might have interrupted.
Erestor shook off the apology. “What is it?”
“Umm, cook said that only three roast were delivered from the butcher although five were ordered. She wonders what she should do. There are three hams in the smoker and of course chickens…”
Erestor put up his hand to stop the flow of options. “I will see to it right away. Elladan, thank you for this brief respite.” With a nod of thanks to the Heir of Imladris, Erestor strode purposefully out the door, ignorant of the flushed elf he left behind. Elladan watched as the most beautiful elf in all Arda left him wanting, unknowingly, again.
TBC
Chapter 8: TA 3018
Dark times were upon them. The cursed ring resurfaced. Isildur’s bane lay on the stone dais not five feet from him. Erestor could feel the malice rolling from the ring as Anor’s light cast an eerie glow about it. Any thought that the gold band was an inanimate object fled the advisor’s mind as he heard it whisper, calling to any who would take it to its master.
Glancing around the council circle, Elrond’s chief counselor took in the eclectic group around him. All the free races were represented. Each of the elven realms had sent representatives, as did the dwarves and men of Gondor. Even the Shire had a member on this council. He could see the anxiety in the eyes of all present. Erestor could observe everyone silently and without detection from his seat. Everyone save his Lord who presided over the meeting and Elladan who sat to his father’s right.
Elladan had arrived in Imladris early that morning with the men of the South. His brother chose to remain with the rangers, making sure the southern border of Imladris remained clear of Sauron’s filth. Elladan brought the men before Elrond with all the poise and grace of the Elder of old; despite the dust from travel, he resonated with the power of kings. Erestor could hardly suppress his pride in the younger elf.
But pride gave way to desire when Elladan arrived for council, freshly bathed and in his formal robes. Erestor’s breath hitched as the vision of masculine beauty glided into the council glade and took his seat. Erestor now wished Elrohir had also returned for then the advisor would have taken the first seat to Elladan’s right. It would have afforded the raven-haired ellon the luxury of glancing at his hearts desire. Being able to look upon the one who stole his heart would have made the meeting a bit less stressful. As it was, Erestor had to resign himself to stare at…dwarves! The Valar could be so cruel at times.
“…the ring must be destroyed.” It sounded so easy, yet the whole situation was so very familiar; he had lived through it all once before.
“Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy…” Erestor sighed. The men of the south never changed. That mentality kept the ring whole in the first place.
Did Elladan just growl? “…Never trust an elf!” That did it; chaos ensued. Erestor closed his eyes against the arguing.
“I will do it; I will take the ring…” Erestor’s eyes snapped open at the softly spoke words. He looked to the young hobbit and smiled slightly. Hope was not lost. Slowly the words seeped through the anger and the hate, which clouded those present. In the silence that followed, Erestor’s heart skipped a beat as Estel stepped forward to offer protection. Would Elladan also offer to see the Ring Barer to Mordor? Cold dread flooded the advisor.
“And my bow,” Legolas said boldly. Erestor sank back into his chair. The elves were represented, no need of Elladan to step forward. Finally, Elrond declared nine walkers would embark for Mordor. Everyone drifted from the area, heading to refresh before a celebratory feast. Erestor had much to prepare yet could not bring his body to move. At the moment he felt every bit his 6379 years. He let his head rest against the back of his chair and closed his eyes.
Strong hands began to knead the tense shoulders, “Come meldir; let us find a more comfortable place to relax…and perhaps a glass of good wine.”
Erestor opened his eyes and tilted his head up to see the ellon standing behind his chair. He smiled at Elladan. “I still have things to oversee before the feast.”
“It is early and you look, well…spent.” Erestor choked, unable to rely and blushed. The twin chuckled. “Do not worry. I am sure no one noticed and when I am through, you will feel boneless. Now come with me.”
Erestor stood, suddenly feeling very flushed. Somehow no matter what Elladan said, it had a double meaning. The advisor knew that it was innocent, but he could not stop his body from responding to the alternate images. He took a calming breath as he walked with Elladan towards the advisor’s study, willing his body to behave.
Once the pair reached Erestor’s office, Elladan indicated Erestor should take a seat while he prepared a goblet of wine. “No, not in a chair,” he said as Erestor made to sit in the wingback. “On the pillows.” Erestor looked at Elladan questioningly but complied. Elladan joined his friend on the floor. “Here, enjoy this,” the peredhel said, handing the advisor his wine.
Elladan then moved behind Erestor and pushed the thick mass of raven-wing hair over one shoulder. Erestor’s heart began to beat faster. He took a long drink of wine. Soon strong hands again began to work on his tense shoulders. It felt heavenly. A sigh escaped before Erestor could stop it.
“Relax. All will be well, you will see. Estel will make sure of it.” Elladan said after a while.
“I wish I could be as sure as you. It is so familiar,” Erestor said quietly. “Rings of power have corrupted far more powerful beings than a hobbit. Even Mithradir will not take it.”
Elladan stilled his hands and leaned forward, pressing close to Erestor and speaking into the perfectly shaped ear, “Perhaps, therein lies the problem; those with power know it’s allure. Hobbits seem to have little knowledge, desire or use for ‘power’. It holds no appeal for them.” Wrapping his arms around his mentor and friend in a loose embrace, Elladan continued, “Promise me you will not give up hope?”
Erestor had never felt anything as wonderful as Elladan’s arms around him. His body responded to the younger elf’s closeness and the advisor wondered if the close proximity affected Elladan as well. He turned his head and there was a pair of ruby lips. All Erestor had to do was lean in a bit and claim them. He stared into eyes the color of summer storm clouds. Elladan’s tongue flicked to lick his lips forcing Erestor to swallow the moan that threatened to escape. Elladan reached up and tucked a stray lock of hair behind the advisor’s ear, letting his fingers glide over the sculpted cheek. The air was charged with an energy that could not be ignored or defused by anything…save…
“Lord Erestor? Are you in there?” The impatient knock startled both ellyn who seemed lost in some thought or dream. Elladan moved back and rose gracefully.
Erestor dropped his head and sighed in defeat. “Aye, I am here. Come.” He rose and faced the door.
“Oh, forgive the intrusion,” Melpomaen stuttered, unsure of what he might have interrupted.
Erestor shook off the apology. “What is it?”
“Umm, cook said that only three roast were delivered from the butcher although five were ordered. She wonders what she should do. There are three hams in the smoker and of course chickens…”
Erestor put up his hand to stop the flow of options. “I will see to it right away. Elladan, thank you for this brief respite.” With a nod of thanks to the Heir of Imladris, Erestor strode purposefully out the door, ignorant of the flushed elf he left behind. Elladan watched as the most beautiful elf in all Arda left him wanting, unknowingly, again.
TBC