Barriers both Noble and Arduous

Fic Name : Barriers Both Noble and Arduous 8/?
Pairing : Glorfindel/Erestor, Haldir/Elladan, Elohir/Erestor, Elrohir/Elladan, Haldir/Rumil, Elrohir/Rumil. Viva La Amore! Elves, Elves, let there be elves!
Rating : NC17 (No holds Barred. Thus you are warned)
Timeline : During the Third Age before the War of the Ring.
Synopsis : Erestor fights with the past, Glorfindel is wounded severely. Several factors complicate them getting together, but love blossoms amid the pain.
Disclaimer : I don't claim to own anything or make any money. Suing me will not do any good, you'd get a quarter at the most. Tolkien owns all the pretty elves.
Author's note : Sorry I took so long to get chapter 8 up, I’ve been very very busy. I know that this chapter contains a few shockers. I know people were expecting one thing to be the case, but it was not. I decided that this would give the story a bit more of a unique twist to it and keep something for the two lovers to work out.

Chapter 8

Rumil’s head was flung back against the soft grass, his legs tightening around Elrohir’s waist. His hands were grasping at the dirt as his naked body was pleasantly tormented by the thrusts from his lover. He was beautiful, his hair shimmering in the moonlight, sweat glistening upon his forehead. Faster and faster they rolled together. Elrohir was taking his time, building up the moment. The two of them had a lot of frustrations to work out. “Ai….Elrohir…Saes…yes.” Rumil murmured, his body shuddering when the secret place inside of him was touched deliberately.

It was in this moment he could almost picture Haldir in Elrohir’s place, yet that was not fair. To fully conquer the demon, he needed to know who it was that gave him such pleasure. So, Rumil opened his eyes and gazed at elf who grinded carefully into him. They stared at each other, almost in awe. The passion they had kindled was born from their desire for what they could not have and yet in each other they had managed to sate it. It was not love, it had nothing to do with love.

Elrohir stopped, letting their bodies rock on their own for a moment, the vibrations shuddering through Rumil. He leant down and kissed his friend, taking those lips and claiming them, his tongue pressing within, willing Rumil to respond. Abandoning himself to it, the younger elf groaned softly, letting himself be thus ravaged, eager for it…needing it. His body begged for release, and yet Elrohir was no longer moving within him. Still hard…yes. Very hard. “Please…move.” Rumil begged as their lips parted. “Please I can’t stand it…”

Elrohir nodded gently kissing down Rumil’s jaw and resting his lips against his lover’s neck, biting a little as he moved almost all the way out, then came down hard again, causing a sharp cry from Rumil. He began pushing then, forcing himself to be slow…guiding himself in and out, grazing over the erogenous zone purposefully. Rumil’s eyes exploded with white light and he cried out, his body shuddering and arching. He opened his eyes and met those of another pair of eyes, those not of his lover, furious eyes. He cringed, and even as he felt Elrohir’s seed empty within him his world collapsed.

Haldir turned, and strode away from the scene. Leaning back on a tree, he breathed heavily. The site of Rumil underneath Elrohir had been more erotic than he could possibly have ever imagined. His breath hitched in his throat and sweat perspired down his cheeks. He was astounded to discover that he was also
-rock- hard. Not really astounded, he had always admired his brother, but had no idea that Rumil even thought of such things, let alone did them.

He ran his hand down his body to slide it into his leggings. Previously he would have sought Elladan, but they had both spoken about their relationship, and their feelings. Though they had originally meant to sate their desires earlier, something had been wrong, and Elladan had been the first to speak of it. They had talked before dinner and when they returned to the camp after thinking about it, the two had made the decision to end their relationship.
But now…now thoughts were colliding in his brain that he couldn’t fathom. He shivered, trying to force the vision of Rumil’s orgasm from his mind. He had been so beautiful…so graceful. Haldir had no idea where the rage in his heart had come from when he stumbled upon that scene.

He couldn’t really think now, so he didn’t try. His fingers found his erection and released it from his leggings. They glided over it, catching a bit of silver liquid from the tip. He closed his eyes and let his hand work its way up and down his aching shaft. Never before had he needed release like this. Never before had he been unable to control it. He fell back against the tree, rocking his hips up into his hand…again and again. He imagined Rumil…just in the position that Elrohir had taken him in, imagined himself in Elrohir’s place before he even realized what he was doing. Slowly he built himself up until he finally released his seed and then sank down to a sitting position. He sighed softly as he wiped his hand on the ground, and shuddered a few times, relacing his leggings. It was impossible, utterly impossible. He shook his head. He would have to talk to Rumil, for new new Rumil had seen him there. What was he going to say to him? Haldir had never been able to talk to anyone except Elladan.

A soft voice coughed, “Haldir?” Rumil stepped into the light.

***

Erestor put his head against Glorfindel’s shoulder while the elder elf stroked his hair. He hardly knew where to begin, let alone tell the story. He looked back into the other elf’s eyes, unsure now. “It was a long time ago. Are you sure you want to hear this?” he swallowed.

“Yes.” Glorfindel nodded. “Yes, Its alright.” he soothed the younger elf, who trembled nervously in his arms.

“I don’t think…I don’t think I can tell you everything. Not yet.” Erestor gave a soft sigh, his fingers reaching up to play with Glorfindel’s soft blonde hair.

So, Erestor did have feelings for him, he had always known this, but the scribe’s fingers playing with his hair were a clear indication that there was hope for them. If only he could get over the past. Glorfindel’s own hand stilled and rested at the base of Erestor’s neck. “You don’t have to, Erestor. I am here, and I will not think less of you.”

“You will.” Erestor said softly. “I cannot begin at the beginning and go through the whole tale, I cannot relive it again, not now. Maybe not ever.” His eyes hardened and he stare away from the elder elf. “We were captured, when I was bringing her from Lorien to Rivendell. I was in charge, I picked the wrong road. Only five of us survived the battle to be put in chains. Celebrian, and three others, as well as myself you do not know. The orcs made us march north, where they traded us as slaves to men. Men who…” he paused and licked his lips, his throat suddenly very dry. “Evil men.”

Glorfindel began to rub the back of Erestor’s neck gently, soothingly. “Its alright.”

“No…let me continue.” Erestor sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. “Celebrian was the eldest of us all, and the most beautiful. There was another female and two males. They brought us out that night and forced us to disrobe. We stood before them as the dogs decided whom we were to go with. We were separated from the other three, I do not know their fate. It haunts me still. Celebrian and I were taken together to a keep north of Rohan and close to Mordor. I will never forget it.

“The keep’s lord was a man named Eirik. A tall and thin man with dark hair and a thick beard. His eyes are emerald green and he had a scar upon his neck. He had a wife and children, no use for slaves and yet he was glad to keep us. Me, he found my uses right away. He put me to work in his archives. A foul and musty place. Celebrian he coveted. He tried to woo her, to win her heart for he knew of the ways of elves. He did not want her to die. He wanted her to bear his child. But…Celebrian loved Elrond, she was Elrond’s wife, and would never fall in love with a human. He had a very bad temper, this man. One night, she made him so angry that he came down to where I was. He demanded why he shouldn’t just take her and be done with it, he slapped me and I did not fight back. I told him she would likely die, as would any elf taken by force. He took my chin between his fingers and stared hard at me.

Why should I let her live then if she is no use to me? Why not take her now and be done with it?

“My mind raced, I needed to get his attention away from Celebrian. I needed to…I needed to save her. The man wanted a half-elven child. I…”

Erestor closed his eyes. “I negotiated with him, ending by offering myself. I knew he wanted a half-elven child. I said that I would make his wife pregnant if he let us go. All I could think about is getting Celebrian out of there. I didn’t think about what would happen. I…didn‘t even think about the human woman. I didn’t even think about the child. I was desperate. I didn’t know that he made her watch…I didn’t know…what he planned to do afterwards.” Erestor began to tremble. “He promised that he would let us go if I made his wife pregnant.” then his voice became very quiet. “If I fucked her, and in turn let him take me.”

“For that was what it was. She didn’t want me, she loved her husband, as evil as he was. I tried to make it enjoyable, but it was…it was rape, Glorfindel. I took her, like she was a brood mare. I planted my seed within her to save us both. It was not love, it was nothing to do with love. “ His voice became cold and distant. “I let him take me then, I didn’t know she was there. I did not know he had forced Celebrian to watch. To destroy her for refusing him, to make her unable to be anyone’s lover ever again.”

“I thought he would immediately release us when his wife became pregnant…but he had become obsessed with me. He said he would keep me as his, that I would breed a new race for his people to mingle with and become more powerful. I was trapped, and he knew it. But…something about him kept me tied to him, he could manipulate my body so that I enjoyed our encounters.

Erestor shuddered, “I did not want to die, I had to make sure that somehow Celebrian escaped. She had become more and more withdrawn and quiet, never revealing what she had seen or knew.

“So months passed, and Elrond had finally discovered where we were being held and marched a force to the keep to bargain for our lives. Eventually, the human released us, knowing he had no choice. Celebrian had remained untouched and went back to Elrond, but completely destroyed. She would not let him touch her again, eventually she had to go west as she was traumatized by the encounter. It was my fault she became that way, had I known…had I paid more attention and realized what kind of a man he was. Had I just found a way to kill him instead of negotiating…Celebrian would not have gone west, leaving Elrond here.”

Erestor sighed and looked back at Glorfindel. “So now you know. I have a child by a human woman who I raped. I do not know their fate. I never went back. I could not bring myself to go there, it would be going back to him. It would be admitting that I liked what had happened between us. And, Valar help me, Glorfindel. I did.”

Glorfindel stared for a long time at the younger elf in his arms, disbelief in his eyes. No wonder Erestor had closed his body to all others, he could not imagine…a child? But how could Erestor have left a half-elf alone to be raised by evil humans? He could not have done so. “You did not…leave him.”

“I spoke nothing of it for a long time until Celebrian told Elrond.” Erestor’s voice became cold and hard. “Elrond and I argued for a long time about it, I did not want to know my child. Elrond had my child taken to Lothlorien, where he lives now. I do not even know his name, and do not want to know. For a long time, Elrond tried to get me to change my mind, but I will never do so. The child lives now with elven parents.”

“You did leave him.” Glorfindel brought a hand up to his forehead and felt the beginnings of an awful headache coming on. “Erestor…” he drew his hand from the younger elf.

“And now you despise me too.” Erestor made as if to rise, but Glorfindel was quicker and his hand shot out to prevent the elf.

“You’re not going anywhere, and do not put words into my mouth.” Glorfindel snapped. “First of all, what you did was to save another, what I find hard to believe…is that you left an innocent life within the hands of those people. How could you do that? That is not the Erestor I know. What did he say to you? That man. You’re not telling me everything.”

“Let me go.” Erestor tugged at his arm, his eyes flashing at the blonde. It was true, there was more. A lot more.

“You went back to him didn’t you?” Glorfindel hissed, suddenly seeing it, the reason why Erestor was the way he was. “What did he say?”

Glorfindel didn’t understand, he wouldn’t understand in a million years. “Please…don’t.” Erestor struggled as the elder elf’s fingers dug into his arm. In a violent move the younger elf wrenched away, springing back. “Now you know.” He stood, several feet away from the wounded elf. “So do us both a favor, Glorfindel. Stay away from me. I do not want anyone to touch me, ever again.” Then he was gone.

The elf let out a long sigh. Yes, he did know, but not everything. There was something Erestor wasn’t telling him. His mind worked over the details that the advisor had sketchily provided. It all pointed to one thing. Erestor had fallen for his human captor. He had negotiated the price of saving Celebrian from the man, but at what cost? Erestor’s own happiness? An innocent child. It did not make sense.

One thing was for sure, he did not think any less of Erestor. He wanted him still, and felt strongly for the younger elf. He wanted to find a way to ease his pain, to make everything right.


TBC…

FOOTNOTE : Since its been so long since I’ve written a chapter, there may be discrepancies. Sorry if there are. Anyway, I decided against having Erestor take Celebrian, it didn’t make sense.

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