The Wrong Path
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Adult ++
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Chapter 9
Title: The Wrong Path
Author: erviniae
Chapter 9/?
Prompt: #45 “The Wrong Path”
For the Hall of Books challenge
Pairing: Erestor/Ecthelion, Glorfindel
Rating: PG to eventual NC-17
Warning: AU, Angst, M/M
Disclaimer: All belongs to the esteemed Tolkien. I make no profit
in having fun with his wonderful universe.
Summary: Sometimes the wrong path is often the
Right one.
Feedback: If you would be so kind.
The Plan
Three months passed since the wedding of Erestor and Lothwen. They now resided within King Turgon’s Palace; as Erestor was now an advisor to the king. It was quite awkward for the two to live together. They were strangers who were thrown together to live as husband and wife. Erestor, thankfully, had much to do and was often in his little office or meeting with the other advisors or the king. Lothwen occupied herself with decorating their rooms and having lunches with the other advisor’s wives. She played the dutiful wife outside their rooms perfectly.
They had many dinners to attend as a couple as well. Such was one of the duties of an advisory position. Erestor was always polite to his wife and treated her with the utmost respect whether they were in public or in their own quarters. That is where the husbandly duties stopped: though they share a bed for sleeping; that was all that was done in it. And often Erestor could be found come morning, sound asleep on the couch in the sitting room, especially after a long night doing all the tasks awarded to the newest advisory council member-all the work no one else wanted to do, that is.
During the weekly meetings with the lords of the houses, the lovers were tortured by their inability to speak to one another unless it was called for. Ever the watchful eye of Salgant looked on, reveling in the anguish of the fated two. He liked nothing more than to see Ecthelion despair.
Preparations were being made for the feast of the First Day of Summer. This was a tradition in Gondolin. One that all in Gondolin gleefully awaited each year. There was much dancing and feasting in the city. From sunset to sunrise they celebrated the arrival of the warm weather, a renewal of the soul. Gone was the harshness of the winter months. Erestor was in the thick of the planning, running errands between the Houses; he was in charge of seeing that each House contributed in some form to the festivities. Though this task was often a hard and thankless one that was thrust upon the youngest council member, Erestor did it with joy for he knew that he would have to visit the House of the Fountain on official business and in doing so, would be able to lay eyes upon the one who held his heart.
Erestor had taken extra care of his appearance that morn. His hair shone brightly and hung loose over his shoulders to fall towards the small of his back. He dressed in blue leggings and matching tunic over a crisp white shirt. His cloak of blue was held in place by the clasp that was given to all advisors to show their station. His step was light as he opened the gates that led to the House of the Fountain. Knocking upon the door, he felt his pulse speed up in anticipation of seeing his love once more. His heart skipped a beat as the door swung open and a servant answered. “I have a meeting with Lord Ecthelion, is he within?”
“Aye, come in and wait and I will get him.” The servant walked down the hall and disappeared into a side door.
Looking up at the sound of sure footsteps, Erestor smiled fondly at the sight of Ecthelion walking down the hall. He wore brown leggings and a loosely laced green shirt that matched the hue of his eyes, which were now sparkling in delight and desire.
“Master Erestor, whatever is the reason for the pleasure of your visit?” Ecthelion tried to control the excitement in his voice.
“I am in need of your contribution for the feast, my lord.” He half bowed in respect.
“Please, come into my study,” Ecthelion gestured for him to go down the hall. Passing by him, Ecthelion closed his eyes breathing in the scent of his love.
After closing the door behind them, the lovers fell into a long suffered for embrace. Ecthelion rained kisses upon Erestor’s head and face and neck, until finally their lips met in a sensual kiss of their suppressed desires. Moaning rent the air as their bliss was palpable-the room alive with it. “I’ve missed you so much,” Erestor spoke between heated kisses.
“I ache for you each night and long for you every day,” Ecthelion answered as he held Erestor’s face in his hands while staring deeply into his eyes.
“I’ve made plans for us, a way out of this mess, do you trust me?”
“With all that I am,” Erestor answered without wavering.
“The night of the feast, we shall leave Gondolin, you and I, take only what you need, I will take as much as we will need to live, together we will leave here and make a life for ourselves.” Ecthelion kissed Erestor deeply. “We will pass over the mountains and follow the river, all will be well.”
“What of my mother? Of Glorfindel...” questioned Erestor.
“That is a sacrifice we must make to be together.” Ecthelion stroked those high cheekbones with his thumbs.
“Lothwen?” Erestor worried.
“Leave her the wedding gifts, it will take care of her, none can take them away from her.”
Erestor nodded, “I will follow you wherever you go.”
Regretfully pulling away, Ecthelion took a pouch from his desk drawer and handed it to Erestor. “For the feast.” He smiled and kissed Erestor sweetly, pouring all the love he felt for him into that single kiss. Erestor shuddered in response, his body awakening to the desires Ecthelion brought out in him. Feeling Erestor’s reaction to their kiss, Ecthelion went down on his knees and quicker than Erestor could imagine, he had Erestor’s leggings down past his newly freed arousal. Ecthelion then engulfed his hardness in that incredibly soft and warm mouth of his. Grabbing the back of the chair for support, Erestor moaned heavily and immediately came into his lover’s eager mouth. Ecthelion drank of him as if it were nectar, an elixir of his love. He left not a drop on his lover’s body and as he stood he raised Erestor’s leggings back in place, effectively tying them as well.
Knowing that Ecthelion must be in the same state that he himself was in but a moment before, Erestor started to move to his knees but Ecthelion stayed him. “My love,” he took Erestor’s hand and moved it to the front of his leggings which were quite wet, “I have already spent because of your passions.”
Erestor smiled and rubbed Ecthelion’s groin, slipping a hand inside only to bring it back up to his lips and eagerly licking his fingers of his lover’s spilled essence. Ecthelion growled at the sight. “Now off with you, before we are found. In three nights we shall no longer have to hide our love.” Ecthelion kissed him passionately once again. Erestor smiled giddily as he went out the door.
His smile soon faded as he went to the last of the Houses on his list. The House of the Harp. After being let into the sitting room by a servant, Erestor started as Salgant snuck into the room from a secret door. Standing as was customary, Erestor half-bowed to the Lord of the Harp. “My, my, my, if it isn’t my law-nephew, whatever brings you here?”
Salgant walked over to his desk and sat upon the edge, his right leg swinging back and forth.
“My lord, I come on behalf of the Feast of Summer. I am to inquire as to your plans in participation of the event?” Erestor found it hard to meet the lord’s gaze. He was afraid Salgant could see the hate in his eyes for him.
“You are hmnn, and are you perchance going to the House of the Disgusting Filth of the Fountain?” sneered the uncle of his wife.
“My lord, I have been there this morn.”
“Alone?” Sneered Salgant.
“Aye, my lord,” Erestor whispered.
“Tsk, tsk, counselor. Did I not tell you to stay away from him?” He yelled.
“My lord, it was official business, it was my duty.” Erestor did his best to remain calm on the outside.
“Hmnn, that may very well be, but if I find out that you are with him ever again, I shall bring you and your repulsive lover before the very king!” Salgant had inched his way over towards Erestor who was eying the door warily.
Salgant delighted in Erestor’s discomfort in his presence. “I trust my niece is well?” He asked without any true caring as he threw a few coins Erestor’s way. Mere pittance compared to what the other Houses had contributed. Erestor stood and collected the few coins.
“Lothwen is well, my lord.” Erestor stood and bowed. “I bid you good day and thank you for your gift.”
Salgant turned around but called out before Erestor was able to leave. “So, when will you beget an heir?” Salgant sniggered as Erestor faltered for but a second, and then he continued out of that house as fast as he could.
TBC.....
Thank you to all who are reading this story. And thank you to those who comment.
I appreciate it all. :)
Lothwen- Blossomed maiden
Eirien - Daisy
Calimion- Bright son
Author: erviniae
Chapter 9/?
Prompt: #45 “The Wrong Path”
For the Hall of Books challenge
Pairing: Erestor/Ecthelion, Glorfindel
Rating: PG to eventual NC-17
Warning: AU, Angst, M/M
Disclaimer: All belongs to the esteemed Tolkien. I make no profit
in having fun with his wonderful universe.
Summary: Sometimes the wrong path is often the
Right one.
Feedback: If you would be so kind.
The Plan
Three months passed since the wedding of Erestor and Lothwen. They now resided within King Turgon’s Palace; as Erestor was now an advisor to the king. It was quite awkward for the two to live together. They were strangers who were thrown together to live as husband and wife. Erestor, thankfully, had much to do and was often in his little office or meeting with the other advisors or the king. Lothwen occupied herself with decorating their rooms and having lunches with the other advisor’s wives. She played the dutiful wife outside their rooms perfectly.
They had many dinners to attend as a couple as well. Such was one of the duties of an advisory position. Erestor was always polite to his wife and treated her with the utmost respect whether they were in public or in their own quarters. That is where the husbandly duties stopped: though they share a bed for sleeping; that was all that was done in it. And often Erestor could be found come morning, sound asleep on the couch in the sitting room, especially after a long night doing all the tasks awarded to the newest advisory council member-all the work no one else wanted to do, that is.
During the weekly meetings with the lords of the houses, the lovers were tortured by their inability to speak to one another unless it was called for. Ever the watchful eye of Salgant looked on, reveling in the anguish of the fated two. He liked nothing more than to see Ecthelion despair.
Preparations were being made for the feast of the First Day of Summer. This was a tradition in Gondolin. One that all in Gondolin gleefully awaited each year. There was much dancing and feasting in the city. From sunset to sunrise they celebrated the arrival of the warm weather, a renewal of the soul. Gone was the harshness of the winter months. Erestor was in the thick of the planning, running errands between the Houses; he was in charge of seeing that each House contributed in some form to the festivities. Though this task was often a hard and thankless one that was thrust upon the youngest council member, Erestor did it with joy for he knew that he would have to visit the House of the Fountain on official business and in doing so, would be able to lay eyes upon the one who held his heart.
Erestor had taken extra care of his appearance that morn. His hair shone brightly and hung loose over his shoulders to fall towards the small of his back. He dressed in blue leggings and matching tunic over a crisp white shirt. His cloak of blue was held in place by the clasp that was given to all advisors to show their station. His step was light as he opened the gates that led to the House of the Fountain. Knocking upon the door, he felt his pulse speed up in anticipation of seeing his love once more. His heart skipped a beat as the door swung open and a servant answered. “I have a meeting with Lord Ecthelion, is he within?”
“Aye, come in and wait and I will get him.” The servant walked down the hall and disappeared into a side door.
Looking up at the sound of sure footsteps, Erestor smiled fondly at the sight of Ecthelion walking down the hall. He wore brown leggings and a loosely laced green shirt that matched the hue of his eyes, which were now sparkling in delight and desire.
“Master Erestor, whatever is the reason for the pleasure of your visit?” Ecthelion tried to control the excitement in his voice.
“I am in need of your contribution for the feast, my lord.” He half bowed in respect.
“Please, come into my study,” Ecthelion gestured for him to go down the hall. Passing by him, Ecthelion closed his eyes breathing in the scent of his love.
After closing the door behind them, the lovers fell into a long suffered for embrace. Ecthelion rained kisses upon Erestor’s head and face and neck, until finally their lips met in a sensual kiss of their suppressed desires. Moaning rent the air as their bliss was palpable-the room alive with it. “I’ve missed you so much,” Erestor spoke between heated kisses.
“I ache for you each night and long for you every day,” Ecthelion answered as he held Erestor’s face in his hands while staring deeply into his eyes.
“I’ve made plans for us, a way out of this mess, do you trust me?”
“With all that I am,” Erestor answered without wavering.
“The night of the feast, we shall leave Gondolin, you and I, take only what you need, I will take as much as we will need to live, together we will leave here and make a life for ourselves.” Ecthelion kissed Erestor deeply. “We will pass over the mountains and follow the river, all will be well.”
“What of my mother? Of Glorfindel...” questioned Erestor.
“That is a sacrifice we must make to be together.” Ecthelion stroked those high cheekbones with his thumbs.
“Lothwen?” Erestor worried.
“Leave her the wedding gifts, it will take care of her, none can take them away from her.”
Erestor nodded, “I will follow you wherever you go.”
Regretfully pulling away, Ecthelion took a pouch from his desk drawer and handed it to Erestor. “For the feast.” He smiled and kissed Erestor sweetly, pouring all the love he felt for him into that single kiss. Erestor shuddered in response, his body awakening to the desires Ecthelion brought out in him. Feeling Erestor’s reaction to their kiss, Ecthelion went down on his knees and quicker than Erestor could imagine, he had Erestor’s leggings down past his newly freed arousal. Ecthelion then engulfed his hardness in that incredibly soft and warm mouth of his. Grabbing the back of the chair for support, Erestor moaned heavily and immediately came into his lover’s eager mouth. Ecthelion drank of him as if it were nectar, an elixir of his love. He left not a drop on his lover’s body and as he stood he raised Erestor’s leggings back in place, effectively tying them as well.
Knowing that Ecthelion must be in the same state that he himself was in but a moment before, Erestor started to move to his knees but Ecthelion stayed him. “My love,” he took Erestor’s hand and moved it to the front of his leggings which were quite wet, “I have already spent because of your passions.”
Erestor smiled and rubbed Ecthelion’s groin, slipping a hand inside only to bring it back up to his lips and eagerly licking his fingers of his lover’s spilled essence. Ecthelion growled at the sight. “Now off with you, before we are found. In three nights we shall no longer have to hide our love.” Ecthelion kissed him passionately once again. Erestor smiled giddily as he went out the door.
His smile soon faded as he went to the last of the Houses on his list. The House of the Harp. After being let into the sitting room by a servant, Erestor started as Salgant snuck into the room from a secret door. Standing as was customary, Erestor half-bowed to the Lord of the Harp. “My, my, my, if it isn’t my law-nephew, whatever brings you here?”
Salgant walked over to his desk and sat upon the edge, his right leg swinging back and forth.
“My lord, I come on behalf of the Feast of Summer. I am to inquire as to your plans in participation of the event?” Erestor found it hard to meet the lord’s gaze. He was afraid Salgant could see the hate in his eyes for him.
“You are hmnn, and are you perchance going to the House of the Disgusting Filth of the Fountain?” sneered the uncle of his wife.
“My lord, I have been there this morn.”
“Alone?” Sneered Salgant.
“Aye, my lord,” Erestor whispered.
“Tsk, tsk, counselor. Did I not tell you to stay away from him?” He yelled.
“My lord, it was official business, it was my duty.” Erestor did his best to remain calm on the outside.
“Hmnn, that may very well be, but if I find out that you are with him ever again, I shall bring you and your repulsive lover before the very king!” Salgant had inched his way over towards Erestor who was eying the door warily.
Salgant delighted in Erestor’s discomfort in his presence. “I trust my niece is well?” He asked without any true caring as he threw a few coins Erestor’s way. Mere pittance compared to what the other Houses had contributed. Erestor stood and collected the few coins.
“Lothwen is well, my lord.” Erestor stood and bowed. “I bid you good day and thank you for your gift.”
Salgant turned around but called out before Erestor was able to leave. “So, when will you beget an heir?” Salgant sniggered as Erestor faltered for but a second, and then he continued out of that house as fast as he could.
TBC.....
Thank you to all who are reading this story. And thank you to those who comment.
I appreciate it all. :)
Lothwen- Blossomed maiden
Eirien - Daisy
Calimion- Bright son