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Part Nine
Title: Beauty and The Beast
Author: Erynlinia
Type: FPS
Beta: Slayer9649, all other mistakes are mine.
Pairing: Erestor/Lindir
Rating: R, eventually NC-17
Warnings: Slash (m/m)
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made. This is purely for entertainment ONLY!
PART NINE
“Let go of me,” Lindir ordered, his voice cold and hostile.
“Can’t do that, we have to get ya out of here afore the traps go off,” one of the men laughed in delight.
“Traps?” The elf felt the urge to be sick but forced himself to remain as calm as he could.
Another man ran up and stopped before them.
“Last one is set, Garvon,” he said, out of breath.
The rusty-haired man that had hold of Lindir grinned and began to pull the elf back toward the trail.
Digging in his heels, Lindir spun and hit Garvon squarely in the face. Blood splattered and the sound of cartilage crunching was heard over the man’s pained cry. Others tried to grab at the fleeing elf but only received a vicious kick or numbing blow for their efforts.
The moment he was clear of the humans, Lindir raced for the cave.
~*~
Hearing cries and curses coming from the trail before them, Glorfindel urged his horse to a gallop. The elves in his squad drew their weapons as they followed closely behind their leader.
Glorfindel hesitated when he saw a white-haired elf race at full speed toward him. The seneschal clenched his jaw when he saw the group of men who chased Lindir. They brandished their weapons and cursed at the fleeing elf not paying any attention to the arrival of the Imladris elves.
Lindir glanced briefly at Glorfindel but did not pause as he veered off the trail.
With a single command, the elves rushed forward and cut off the humans’ pursuit.
~*~
“Erestor!!” Lindir shouted the moment he rushed through the door.
The Noldo, having sensed the Teleri’s distress, was already heading for him. He gasped when he saw the blood splattered on Lindir’s face and clothes.
“What happened?” asked Erestor, his hand gently caressing Lindir’s cheek.
“I am fine, the blood is not mine. They have come for you!” Lindir exclaimed, grabbing Erestor’s hands and pulling him toward the door.
“What?!”
“The humans! They want to kill you, they want to kill the creature they think is the beast!” Lindir was beginning to panic, as it seemed Erestor was caught in some sort of shock.
“Please, Erestor! We must hurry! Glorfindel has come; he will help us to escape the humans!”
For a moment, the dark-haired elf *was* in shock. That crippling voice thought to blame him for putting Lindir in danger. The humans would not have ventured up into this pass if it were not for Erestor’s presence.
/It is your fault the humans tried to hurt Lindir, it is your fault---/
“Erestor!” Lindir pleaded as he cradled his love’s face. “Come with me, Erestor. Now…please.”
Looking into those amethyst eyes, so filled with love, Erestor knew the time had come.
“Let us leave this place,” he smiled as he placed a brief kiss to Lindir’s lips.
~*~
“It’s none of yer business what we do up here!” Garvon yelled at the blonde elf.
“It *is* my business when you assault an elf under *my* protection!” Glorfindel gnashed his teeth. He wanted these humans to leave before he tracked down Lindir and Erestor.
“But we tried to rescue him…that beast had stole him that last storm!”
“Enough arguing!” Garvon shouted. “We have to get outta here before the traps go off!”
“What traps?” Glorfindel demanded.
“Black powder traps! I wanted to make sure we got that creature and got him good!! We don’t have much time.”
Glorfindel cursed vividly under his breath. Just as he was about to assign some scouts to track down Lindir, he heard Garvon shout in anger.
“They’re gettin’ away!!”
Glorfindel looked to where the human pointed and saw two figures scaling the far slope.
Suddenly there were two explosions and everyone took cover as debris and rocks flew about them. After a few moments, Glorfindel scanned the slope and saw most of it had slid from the impact and the two elves were not in sight.
“Quick!” Garvon yelled to his men. “Find me their bodies!!”
Glorfindel spun to his warriors, “We must find them first.”
~*~
Lindir held tightly to Erestor’s sleeve. The explosions had knocked them off their feet and they had slid down the hill until Lindir caught himself on an outcropping of rock and he managed to grab Erestor.
The Noldo looked down and saw the sheer rock face and the dozens of boulders and rocks that littered the bottom. He glanced back into the face of his beloved who was desperately trying to pull him up to relative safety. Erestor tried to swing his other hand up but found when moved, the loose shale and rock Lindir was on shifted.
“Reach up, Erestor! Grab my hand!” Lindir gritted through his teeth, not wanting to acknowledge the predicament they were in.
“I cannot…You must let go, Lindir.”
“Never!” the white-haired elf growled as he pulled with every bit of strength he possessed.
He froze when he felt the sleeve tear and he choked on a sob when he saw the acceptance in Erestor’s eyes.
“The Valar have blessed me by letting me share these last days with you,” Erestor whispered.
“I will go where you go,” Lindir vowed, silent tears streaking through the dirt on his face. “My heart is yours.”
“No! Live, my beautiful one…live.”
“Help will come, Erestor,” Lindir said even as he felt the ground shift yet again under him.
“I love you,” he smiled through his tears as he pulled a knife from his pocket.
“I will always love you, my dark one…Erestor, no!!” Lindir screamed in denial, trying to grab the Noldo’s other hand.
With a deft movement, Erestor cut the fabric Lindir was holding.
Lindir’s scream echoed through the pass as he watched in horror as Erestor tumbled down the slope. More rocks and dirt fell along with him and it was not long before Lindir’s tear blurred eyes lost sight of him.
Still screaming in denial, Lindir felt strong arms wrap around him.
Glorfindel felt his heart break, seeing the pain in his friend’s eyes. He held him to both comfort and to keep him from following his love. The seneschal rocked him in silence, knowing no words would help.
Suddenly, Lindir jumped to his feet and cursed. Glorfindel looked in the direction of the hate-filled gaze and saw the humans heading in the direction of Erestor’s fall.
“They will *not* touch him,” Lindir hissed.
“Come with me, Lindir. We will find him if we can and make sure he is never disturbed again.”
Lindir looked up at Glorfindel and wanted to break into tears again at the compassion he saw in the blue eyes. Taking a deep breath, he nodded and followed the seneschal back down the mountain.
~*~
“Couldn’t find him!” Garvon shouted in glee as the other elves arrived. “Too many rocks on top of him!”
Lindir paused for a moment before spotting something on the human’s belt.
“What…is that?!” he demanded, staring at the foot long section of raven hair.
“This?” the human asked, fingering his trophy. “This was all I could find…hanging out from between some rocks it was.”
Before Glorfindel could react, Lindir snatched the hair from the man’s belt, and hit him three times. The human crumpled to the ground in a bloody heap and Lindir turned away, cradling the hair to his chest.
It was Erestor’s…there was no doubt. How many times had he combed it? How many times did he get to run his fingers through the soft tresses? He could still hear Erestor’s sighs of pleasure…
“Get them out of here,” Lindir choked back tears, refusing to look at the humans.
Glorfindel ordered a small group of elves to make sure the humans left the pass and turned his attention back to Lindir.
“I am sorry I was too late, my friend.”
Lindir nodded in understanding, his gaze resting on the pile of boulders, shale, and dirt that was Erestor’s tomb.
“I loved him, Glorfindel,” he said, his voice heavy with grief. “He was such a kind soul, such a beautiful elf…you would have liked him.”
“I am sure I would have. He had to be a special elf to capture your heart.”
Lindir sobbed softly as Glorfindel held him, finally giving up his strong façade.
~*~
Pain…darkness…alone.
He choked back a cry but found his voice was gone as the pain of his heart consumed him. He did not know nor care where he was…all that mattered was his love was gone.
‘I loved him, I loved him,’ he repeated silently, hoping the memories would comfort him.
**Aye, my child, and he loves you. Your suffering will be over shortly. He loves you**
~*~
Spring was in full bloom and the elves of Imladris were in high spirits as they planned their feast…all but one.
Imladris’ chief minstrel had been excused from his duties. Since his return, he haunted the hallways of The Last Homely House and the gardens, a heartbroken specter who wondered why he still lived.
He found no joy in his music any longer, his thoughts and dreams filled with his lost love. Lindir could not sleep for each time he closed his eyes he could see Erestor sacrificing himself and falling down that sheer slope.
How could the Valar be that cruel? He wondered often. Erestor had spent so much time alone and being reviled…only to find happiness for a few short weeks and to have it torn away.
Coming to his favorite place in the garden, Lindir stopped when he saw a scroll on the bench. Hesitantly, he unrolled it and almost dropped it upon seeing what it contained.
It was the picture Erestor had drawn of him, the one he found the day the warg attacked him! How did it get here?!
Lindir looked around, thinking Glorfindel had managed to salvage some items from Erestor’s old home. No one else was there so he stared back at the parchment, his fingertips gently tracing along the lines…lines his Erestor had put there.
By the Valar! It hurt, it hurt so much!! Lindir wept silently.
“The portrait does not do you justice,” a familiar voice said.
Lindir spun and saw a figure detach itself from the shadows of the tree.
It could not be!! But it was! The glossy black hair was shorter, falling just past his shoulders, but it was those chocolate eyes, shiny with tears that drove Lindir to his knees.
“Please do not torment me!” Lindir choked. “Why would the Valar punish me so, for loving you as much as I do?”
The Teleri gasped when strong arms pulled him close. “The Valar are not punishing you…they are rewarding us. Will you not look at me, Lindir?”
Slowly, Lindir looked up into eyes he thought he would never see again on Arda. His hand came up to pull the face closer as he inhaled the elf’s scent.
“It *is* you,” Lindir choked. “I-I saw you fall, how –“
“I do not know how long I was in blackness…but I awoke near my old home in the mountains and knew I was to join you here.”
Hearing that voice and feeling those arms around him, Lindir burst into tears once more and buried Erestor in his embrace.
“My dark one, it is you, you have come back to me!” he sobbed joyfully.
“Aye…I came back to you, my love,” Erestor smiled through his tears, cradling Lindir closely to his body.
~*~
The feast came and the chief minstrel was still excused from his duties; this time as he was bound to his mate.
Glorfindel and Lord Elrond watched as the newly bound elves danced and danced, their eyes full of love and the joy of knowing they were together…forever.
THE END
Author: Erynlinia
Type: FPS
Beta: Slayer9649, all other mistakes are mine.
Pairing: Erestor/Lindir
Rating: R, eventually NC-17
Warnings: Slash (m/m)
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made. This is purely for entertainment ONLY!
PART NINE
“Let go of me,” Lindir ordered, his voice cold and hostile.
“Can’t do that, we have to get ya out of here afore the traps go off,” one of the men laughed in delight.
“Traps?” The elf felt the urge to be sick but forced himself to remain as calm as he could.
Another man ran up and stopped before them.
“Last one is set, Garvon,” he said, out of breath.
The rusty-haired man that had hold of Lindir grinned and began to pull the elf back toward the trail.
Digging in his heels, Lindir spun and hit Garvon squarely in the face. Blood splattered and the sound of cartilage crunching was heard over the man’s pained cry. Others tried to grab at the fleeing elf but only received a vicious kick or numbing blow for their efforts.
The moment he was clear of the humans, Lindir raced for the cave.
~*~
Hearing cries and curses coming from the trail before them, Glorfindel urged his horse to a gallop. The elves in his squad drew their weapons as they followed closely behind their leader.
Glorfindel hesitated when he saw a white-haired elf race at full speed toward him. The seneschal clenched his jaw when he saw the group of men who chased Lindir. They brandished their weapons and cursed at the fleeing elf not paying any attention to the arrival of the Imladris elves.
Lindir glanced briefly at Glorfindel but did not pause as he veered off the trail.
With a single command, the elves rushed forward and cut off the humans’ pursuit.
~*~
“Erestor!!” Lindir shouted the moment he rushed through the door.
The Noldo, having sensed the Teleri’s distress, was already heading for him. He gasped when he saw the blood splattered on Lindir’s face and clothes.
“What happened?” asked Erestor, his hand gently caressing Lindir’s cheek.
“I am fine, the blood is not mine. They have come for you!” Lindir exclaimed, grabbing Erestor’s hands and pulling him toward the door.
“What?!”
“The humans! They want to kill you, they want to kill the creature they think is the beast!” Lindir was beginning to panic, as it seemed Erestor was caught in some sort of shock.
“Please, Erestor! We must hurry! Glorfindel has come; he will help us to escape the humans!”
For a moment, the dark-haired elf *was* in shock. That crippling voice thought to blame him for putting Lindir in danger. The humans would not have ventured up into this pass if it were not for Erestor’s presence.
/It is your fault the humans tried to hurt Lindir, it is your fault---/
“Erestor!” Lindir pleaded as he cradled his love’s face. “Come with me, Erestor. Now…please.”
Looking into those amethyst eyes, so filled with love, Erestor knew the time had come.
“Let us leave this place,” he smiled as he placed a brief kiss to Lindir’s lips.
~*~
“It’s none of yer business what we do up here!” Garvon yelled at the blonde elf.
“It *is* my business when you assault an elf under *my* protection!” Glorfindel gnashed his teeth. He wanted these humans to leave before he tracked down Lindir and Erestor.
“But we tried to rescue him…that beast had stole him that last storm!”
“Enough arguing!” Garvon shouted. “We have to get outta here before the traps go off!”
“What traps?” Glorfindel demanded.
“Black powder traps! I wanted to make sure we got that creature and got him good!! We don’t have much time.”
Glorfindel cursed vividly under his breath. Just as he was about to assign some scouts to track down Lindir, he heard Garvon shout in anger.
“They’re gettin’ away!!”
Glorfindel looked to where the human pointed and saw two figures scaling the far slope.
Suddenly there were two explosions and everyone took cover as debris and rocks flew about them. After a few moments, Glorfindel scanned the slope and saw most of it had slid from the impact and the two elves were not in sight.
“Quick!” Garvon yelled to his men. “Find me their bodies!!”
Glorfindel spun to his warriors, “We must find them first.”
~*~
Lindir held tightly to Erestor’s sleeve. The explosions had knocked them off their feet and they had slid down the hill until Lindir caught himself on an outcropping of rock and he managed to grab Erestor.
The Noldo looked down and saw the sheer rock face and the dozens of boulders and rocks that littered the bottom. He glanced back into the face of his beloved who was desperately trying to pull him up to relative safety. Erestor tried to swing his other hand up but found when moved, the loose shale and rock Lindir was on shifted.
“Reach up, Erestor! Grab my hand!” Lindir gritted through his teeth, not wanting to acknowledge the predicament they were in.
“I cannot…You must let go, Lindir.”
“Never!” the white-haired elf growled as he pulled with every bit of strength he possessed.
He froze when he felt the sleeve tear and he choked on a sob when he saw the acceptance in Erestor’s eyes.
“The Valar have blessed me by letting me share these last days with you,” Erestor whispered.
“I will go where you go,” Lindir vowed, silent tears streaking through the dirt on his face. “My heart is yours.”
“No! Live, my beautiful one…live.”
“Help will come, Erestor,” Lindir said even as he felt the ground shift yet again under him.
“I love you,” he smiled through his tears as he pulled a knife from his pocket.
“I will always love you, my dark one…Erestor, no!!” Lindir screamed in denial, trying to grab the Noldo’s other hand.
With a deft movement, Erestor cut the fabric Lindir was holding.
Lindir’s scream echoed through the pass as he watched in horror as Erestor tumbled down the slope. More rocks and dirt fell along with him and it was not long before Lindir’s tear blurred eyes lost sight of him.
Still screaming in denial, Lindir felt strong arms wrap around him.
Glorfindel felt his heart break, seeing the pain in his friend’s eyes. He held him to both comfort and to keep him from following his love. The seneschal rocked him in silence, knowing no words would help.
Suddenly, Lindir jumped to his feet and cursed. Glorfindel looked in the direction of the hate-filled gaze and saw the humans heading in the direction of Erestor’s fall.
“They will *not* touch him,” Lindir hissed.
“Come with me, Lindir. We will find him if we can and make sure he is never disturbed again.”
Lindir looked up at Glorfindel and wanted to break into tears again at the compassion he saw in the blue eyes. Taking a deep breath, he nodded and followed the seneschal back down the mountain.
~*~
“Couldn’t find him!” Garvon shouted in glee as the other elves arrived. “Too many rocks on top of him!”
Lindir paused for a moment before spotting something on the human’s belt.
“What…is that?!” he demanded, staring at the foot long section of raven hair.
“This?” the human asked, fingering his trophy. “This was all I could find…hanging out from between some rocks it was.”
Before Glorfindel could react, Lindir snatched the hair from the man’s belt, and hit him three times. The human crumpled to the ground in a bloody heap and Lindir turned away, cradling the hair to his chest.
It was Erestor’s…there was no doubt. How many times had he combed it? How many times did he get to run his fingers through the soft tresses? He could still hear Erestor’s sighs of pleasure…
“Get them out of here,” Lindir choked back tears, refusing to look at the humans.
Glorfindel ordered a small group of elves to make sure the humans left the pass and turned his attention back to Lindir.
“I am sorry I was too late, my friend.”
Lindir nodded in understanding, his gaze resting on the pile of boulders, shale, and dirt that was Erestor’s tomb.
“I loved him, Glorfindel,” he said, his voice heavy with grief. “He was such a kind soul, such a beautiful elf…you would have liked him.”
“I am sure I would have. He had to be a special elf to capture your heart.”
Lindir sobbed softly as Glorfindel held him, finally giving up his strong façade.
~*~
Pain…darkness…alone.
He choked back a cry but found his voice was gone as the pain of his heart consumed him. He did not know nor care where he was…all that mattered was his love was gone.
‘I loved him, I loved him,’ he repeated silently, hoping the memories would comfort him.
**Aye, my child, and he loves you. Your suffering will be over shortly. He loves you**
~*~
Spring was in full bloom and the elves of Imladris were in high spirits as they planned their feast…all but one.
Imladris’ chief minstrel had been excused from his duties. Since his return, he haunted the hallways of The Last Homely House and the gardens, a heartbroken specter who wondered why he still lived.
He found no joy in his music any longer, his thoughts and dreams filled with his lost love. Lindir could not sleep for each time he closed his eyes he could see Erestor sacrificing himself and falling down that sheer slope.
How could the Valar be that cruel? He wondered often. Erestor had spent so much time alone and being reviled…only to find happiness for a few short weeks and to have it torn away.
Coming to his favorite place in the garden, Lindir stopped when he saw a scroll on the bench. Hesitantly, he unrolled it and almost dropped it upon seeing what it contained.
It was the picture Erestor had drawn of him, the one he found the day the warg attacked him! How did it get here?!
Lindir looked around, thinking Glorfindel had managed to salvage some items from Erestor’s old home. No one else was there so he stared back at the parchment, his fingertips gently tracing along the lines…lines his Erestor had put there.
By the Valar! It hurt, it hurt so much!! Lindir wept silently.
“The portrait does not do you justice,” a familiar voice said.
Lindir spun and saw a figure detach itself from the shadows of the tree.
It could not be!! But it was! The glossy black hair was shorter, falling just past his shoulders, but it was those chocolate eyes, shiny with tears that drove Lindir to his knees.
“Please do not torment me!” Lindir choked. “Why would the Valar punish me so, for loving you as much as I do?”
The Teleri gasped when strong arms pulled him close. “The Valar are not punishing you…they are rewarding us. Will you not look at me, Lindir?”
Slowly, Lindir looked up into eyes he thought he would never see again on Arda. His hand came up to pull the face closer as he inhaled the elf’s scent.
“It *is* you,” Lindir choked. “I-I saw you fall, how –“
“I do not know how long I was in blackness…but I awoke near my old home in the mountains and knew I was to join you here.”
Hearing that voice and feeling those arms around him, Lindir burst into tears once more and buried Erestor in his embrace.
“My dark one, it is you, you have come back to me!” he sobbed joyfully.
“Aye…I came back to you, my love,” Erestor smiled through his tears, cradling Lindir closely to his body.
~*~
The feast came and the chief minstrel was still excused from his duties; this time as he was bound to his mate.
Glorfindel and Lord Elrond watched as the newly bound elves danced and danced, their eyes full of love and the joy of knowing they were together…forever.
THE END