The Dark Star of Gondolin
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
7,606
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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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: 9/?
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 tries to put together lost time, and feels confusion at what he awakens to.
A/N: This story contains the idea of the ellian, a hermaphrodite elf. This chapter is a journal entry made by Durel. Durel is approximately as old as a sixteen year old human.
I am finally well enough to write in my journal once more. I look over the entries that Glorfindel made in these pages and I can begin to put together what happened after I was taken to the garden gate. I…remember little of what happened after the gate closed behind me.
As I fell the ground, I went through several stages of emotion. First, all I knew was that I had never felt more violated in my life that the moment when Glorfindel touched me in anger. I was devastated. I felt betrayed by the only elf that truly meant anything to my miserable life.
Then, my anger turned upon myself. I was the one who had betrayed Glorfindel, not the other way around. I had brought this upon myself: Glorfindel’s terrible words and deeds, the pain of rejection, the banishment from the house.
Finally, I turned fearful, utterly terrified. Was I never to see Glorfindel again? Would my savior forsake me completely? I clawed at the door…for what purpose I do not remember. At the time, I was not thinking clearly enough to examine my actions. I screamed Glorfindel’s name, and I offered everything I was to be forgiven.
I do not know how long I beat at the iron with my fists, or how long I screamed to the deaf ears of the garden gate. At some point in my raving, I realized that this was it. Glorfindel was through with me. I would never see him again.
I collapsed onto the ground and wailed my pain into the darkening night sky, curling in on myself and the shards of my broken soul. At that point I gave up. There was nothing left of myself to survive. That is where my memory leaves me.
I look to the entries written in my Lord’s familiar hand, and I can piece together the days after he rescued me. My first real memory after collapsing was of my Lord hovering over me like the golden savior of every young maiden’s dream. He whispered words that I had never thought to hear fall from his lips. He spoke of his love for me, of how he had wronged me, of how much he worried about me. I thought for quite some time that I was in a dream. That something this wonderful could not possibly come true, not after what had happened between us. Not after the way he had treated me like street filth after he had found me with Turgon.
However, I have not woken from that miraculous dream. Each day I awake to the same declarations of everlasting love, just as I had always dreamed I would. I stare in wide-eyed wonder at the lips that utter these oaths and pledges. At one point, I reached up to feel those petal-soft lips as they moved under my fingers. Glorfindel smiled as I traced the rim of his mouth. He took my injured, but healing hand in his own and placed a kiss over my bandaged knuckles.
“Do not doubt me, little star,” he murmured quietly. “I have given you too much pain for you to trust me completely, but just know that I am terribly, terribly sorry for what I did to you. Words will never be enough proof of how horrible I feel for my actions, and I intend to do whatever it takes to win back your trust.” His eyes shed tears at that point. I knew not for what he wept, but I had the feeling it was for my beaten visage and haunted eyes. He bent over me and pulled my body close to his own, holding me as he cried. He stroked my hair and kissed my brow, cheeks, and eyelids when I blinked. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so very sorry,” he sobbed into my brittle hair. I didn’t know what to do or say to make things better, and it was at this point that I felt for the first time as young as I truly was. Always I had felt older, wiser than most, but at this moment there were no witty replies, no ideas, no plans. There was only uncertainty, and I felt my lack of years more acutely than ever before.
That was when I, too, cried. I cried for him, for myself, and for the position the Valar had forsaken us in.
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: 9/?
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 tries to put together lost time, and feels confusion at what he awakens to.
A/N: This story contains the idea of the ellian, a hermaphrodite elf. This chapter is a journal entry made by Durel. Durel is approximately as old as a sixteen year old human.
I am finally well enough to write in my journal once more. I look over the entries that Glorfindel made in these pages and I can begin to put together what happened after I was taken to the garden gate. I…remember little of what happened after the gate closed behind me.
As I fell the ground, I went through several stages of emotion. First, all I knew was that I had never felt more violated in my life that the moment when Glorfindel touched me in anger. I was devastated. I felt betrayed by the only elf that truly meant anything to my miserable life.
Then, my anger turned upon myself. I was the one who had betrayed Glorfindel, not the other way around. I had brought this upon myself: Glorfindel’s terrible words and deeds, the pain of rejection, the banishment from the house.
Finally, I turned fearful, utterly terrified. Was I never to see Glorfindel again? Would my savior forsake me completely? I clawed at the door…for what purpose I do not remember. At the time, I was not thinking clearly enough to examine my actions. I screamed Glorfindel’s name, and I offered everything I was to be forgiven.
I do not know how long I beat at the iron with my fists, or how long I screamed to the deaf ears of the garden gate. At some point in my raving, I realized that this was it. Glorfindel was through with me. I would never see him again.
I collapsed onto the ground and wailed my pain into the darkening night sky, curling in on myself and the shards of my broken soul. At that point I gave up. There was nothing left of myself to survive. That is where my memory leaves me.
I look to the entries written in my Lord’s familiar hand, and I can piece together the days after he rescued me. My first real memory after collapsing was of my Lord hovering over me like the golden savior of every young maiden’s dream. He whispered words that I had never thought to hear fall from his lips. He spoke of his love for me, of how he had wronged me, of how much he worried about me. I thought for quite some time that I was in a dream. That something this wonderful could not possibly come true, not after what had happened between us. Not after the way he had treated me like street filth after he had found me with Turgon.
However, I have not woken from that miraculous dream. Each day I awake to the same declarations of everlasting love, just as I had always dreamed I would. I stare in wide-eyed wonder at the lips that utter these oaths and pledges. At one point, I reached up to feel those petal-soft lips as they moved under my fingers. Glorfindel smiled as I traced the rim of his mouth. He took my injured, but healing hand in his own and placed a kiss over my bandaged knuckles.
“Do not doubt me, little star,” he murmured quietly. “I have given you too much pain for you to trust me completely, but just know that I am terribly, terribly sorry for what I did to you. Words will never be enough proof of how horrible I feel for my actions, and I intend to do whatever it takes to win back your trust.” His eyes shed tears at that point. I knew not for what he wept, but I had the feeling it was for my beaten visage and haunted eyes. He bent over me and pulled my body close to his own, holding me as he cried. He stroked my hair and kissed my brow, cheeks, and eyelids when I blinked. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so very sorry,” he sobbed into my brittle hair. I didn’t know what to do or say to make things better, and it was at this point that I felt for the first time as young as I truly was. Always I had felt older, wiser than most, but at this moment there were no witty replies, no ideas, no plans. There was only uncertainty, and I felt my lack of years more acutely than ever before.
That was when I, too, cried. I cried for him, for myself, and for the position the Valar had forsaken us in.