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Comfort and Betrayal
Comfort and Betrayal
Author:Githoniel
Part: 1/1
Pairing: Erestor/Lindir, Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer:All elves belong to Mr. Tolkien!!!
Warning: AU, slash, tears
Summary: Being unhappy and lonely in his relationship with Glorfindel, Erestor makes a severe mistake.... Sequel to “The End?” (http://githoniel2005.livejournal.com/30210.html#cutid1)
Authors Note: // = thoughts
Erestor was staring at the ceiling. He felt cold despite the warm sheets and blankets surrounding him. Next to him, Lindir sighed and turned in his sleep.
//How could I let this happen? How did it come that far?// Erestor was close to despair and tried to get straight everything that had occured that night.
***
The evening had been a pleasant one. Lindir and Erestor had finished restoring the ancient Gondolin book and the outcome was marvellous.
“You are such an artist, when it comes to books. It looks as if its brand-new, when two weeks ago it was close to crumble to dust.”
“Hannon-lle. But you were a great help, mellon-nîn. There are some more books that need restoration. If you are really interested, I can show you how to do it... That is, if you have the time between performing in the hall of fire and composing the next masterpiece....”
Lindir chuckled. “I really would love to. I like spending time with you...”
Erestor somewhat enjoyed the adoring gaze he received from the white-haired minstrel. Once Erestor had been Lindirs tutor and he had always liked the quiet boy. It was Erestor, who had dicovered Lindir’s incredible talent in playing the harp and had advised his parents, to let him become a minstrel after his coming of age.
During these last years, they had become close friends and even though Lindir was only few decades past his majority – nothing in comparison to Erestors 3 and a half millenia – they were much alike.
They had continued to chat over a cup of mulled wine or two until the sun had long set.
“Aiya, Lindir... it has become late. I’m sorry I was keeping you here in the library that long. I am selfish. Surely you wanted to spend the evening with a friend?”
“But I did, mellon-nîn. I really enjoyed our time together this evening. Will you walk me to my quarters?”
Erestor nodded. Together they walked through the dark and silent corridors of the last homely house.
“Maybe it’s I, who was selfish. After all I kept you from being with your lover tonight.”
The darkness that surrounded them kept Lindir from seing Erestor’s smile leaving his face and so he continued airily: “Oh, how great it must feel to be with the one you love, to find the other half of your soul, the one to share your heart with... Getting to know him, every fibre of his being, every unspoken thought.... Ah, Erestor – I know I’m still considered very young but I can only hope, love will come my way soon, a love so splendid and great like yours and Glorfindels and...”
A sob prevented Lindir from finishing his thought.
“Erestor?”
The dark advisor turned away and tried to wipe away his tears quickly.
“Are you crying, mellon-nîn?”
“No, Lindir... I... I..”
“You are! Do you need someone to talk to? Let’s get inside my room and have a tea together.”
Lindir shoved Erestor through the door to his quarters and made the advisor sit down on the sofa close to the fireplace. Whilst the dark haired elf calmed down some, he quickly prepared some tea, the fragrant aroma filling the air soon.
“I hope you like jasmin tea?”
“My favourite.”
Lindir handed Erestor a cup and sat down next to him.
“And now tell me what has happened? Was ist something Glorfindel did?”
“No, actually he did nothing... I... I am just not that sure anymore, whether he IS my soulmate. I don’t even know anymore if he still loves me? I feel us drifting apart every day a bit more and there’s nothing I can do to prevent it.”
Tears now formed in the advisors eyes again.
“I feel so... helpless, Lindir... helpless and lonely.”
To see his friend like that gnawed at Lindirs heart and he drew Erestor in a comforting embrace. To be close to someone again was exactly what the advisor needed that moment and he soaked up the warmth coming from the white-haired elf while letting his tears fall freely.
“Shh, everything will be well... everything will be right... I’m always there for you – you can always come to me...”
Lindir’s mouth was so close to his ear, Erestor could feel the young elf’s breath on his neck with every comforting word. Just a subtle moving of the head and they were looking deep in each others eyes. No one could ever tell afterwards, who started this, but after a moment of hesitation, they found their lips locked in a passionate kiss.
***
Erestor sighed and turned around to look at the young minstrel, who was sleeping soundly next to him. They had made love after that – passionately, almost desperately clinging to each other, devouring each other... Erestor couldn’t quite explain this sudden need to dominate the younger elf, this hunger for the tender body... The minstrel spotted now some most interesting bruises on his soft skin and a bite mark at his throat.
//He will be sore in the morning.// Erestor thought and hoped, he hadn’t hurt his young and to some degree inexperienced friend.
A look out of the window told the advisor, that the sun would rise in a few hours. He couldn’t stay here, couldn’t be found in Lindir’s bed come morning... //What do I tell Glorfindel? He may never know what had happened tonight...//
Sneaking out would have been an easy thing but Erestor didn’t want Lindir to wake up alone come morning, feeling he had been used.
//But isn’t that exactly what I did?//
Still he wouldn’t hurt Lindir in that way.
Sitting up on the mattress, Erestor stroked the white hair, which he found incredibly soft beneath his fingertips, whispering the young elfs name softly. Lindir opened this eyes and smiled at him. To his utmost amazement ‘innocent’ was the word, that crossed Erestors mind right then, even though just a few hours before, he had seen the blue orbs dark with lust and desire...
“Lindir... I... have to leave.”
“Yes, you have...”
Erestor grabbed his robe and got up. Quickly he dressed and fingercombed his dark mane.
Looking back he found the minstrel watching him...
“I don’t regret what happened tonight, Erestor.”
The advisor swallowed hard.
“I... I don’t know... what to say... Lindir, I... you... ”
“Don’t say anything just now. We will talk another time. Go now.”
The dark elf nodded and left the minstrel’s room without looking at the young elf one more time. Once the door had closed behind the advisor, the innocent smile turned into a sad look of longing and Lindir let himself fall face first into the pillows and wept softly.
The End?
Translations:
Hannon – lle... thank you
Mellon-nîn.... my friend
Author:Githoniel
Part: 1/1
Pairing: Erestor/Lindir, Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer:All elves belong to Mr. Tolkien!!!
Warning: AU, slash, tears
Summary: Being unhappy and lonely in his relationship with Glorfindel, Erestor makes a severe mistake.... Sequel to “The End?” (http://githoniel2005.livejournal.com/30210.html#cutid1)
Authors Note: // = thoughts
Erestor was staring at the ceiling. He felt cold despite the warm sheets and blankets surrounding him. Next to him, Lindir sighed and turned in his sleep.
//How could I let this happen? How did it come that far?// Erestor was close to despair and tried to get straight everything that had occured that night.
***
The evening had been a pleasant one. Lindir and Erestor had finished restoring the ancient Gondolin book and the outcome was marvellous.
“You are such an artist, when it comes to books. It looks as if its brand-new, when two weeks ago it was close to crumble to dust.”
“Hannon-lle. But you were a great help, mellon-nîn. There are some more books that need restoration. If you are really interested, I can show you how to do it... That is, if you have the time between performing in the hall of fire and composing the next masterpiece....”
Lindir chuckled. “I really would love to. I like spending time with you...”
Erestor somewhat enjoyed the adoring gaze he received from the white-haired minstrel. Once Erestor had been Lindirs tutor and he had always liked the quiet boy. It was Erestor, who had dicovered Lindir’s incredible talent in playing the harp and had advised his parents, to let him become a minstrel after his coming of age.
During these last years, they had become close friends and even though Lindir was only few decades past his majority – nothing in comparison to Erestors 3 and a half millenia – they were much alike.
They had continued to chat over a cup of mulled wine or two until the sun had long set.
“Aiya, Lindir... it has become late. I’m sorry I was keeping you here in the library that long. I am selfish. Surely you wanted to spend the evening with a friend?”
“But I did, mellon-nîn. I really enjoyed our time together this evening. Will you walk me to my quarters?”
Erestor nodded. Together they walked through the dark and silent corridors of the last homely house.
“Maybe it’s I, who was selfish. After all I kept you from being with your lover tonight.”
The darkness that surrounded them kept Lindir from seing Erestor’s smile leaving his face and so he continued airily: “Oh, how great it must feel to be with the one you love, to find the other half of your soul, the one to share your heart with... Getting to know him, every fibre of his being, every unspoken thought.... Ah, Erestor – I know I’m still considered very young but I can only hope, love will come my way soon, a love so splendid and great like yours and Glorfindels and...”
A sob prevented Lindir from finishing his thought.
“Erestor?”
The dark advisor turned away and tried to wipe away his tears quickly.
“Are you crying, mellon-nîn?”
“No, Lindir... I... I..”
“You are! Do you need someone to talk to? Let’s get inside my room and have a tea together.”
Lindir shoved Erestor through the door to his quarters and made the advisor sit down on the sofa close to the fireplace. Whilst the dark haired elf calmed down some, he quickly prepared some tea, the fragrant aroma filling the air soon.
“I hope you like jasmin tea?”
“My favourite.”
Lindir handed Erestor a cup and sat down next to him.
“And now tell me what has happened? Was ist something Glorfindel did?”
“No, actually he did nothing... I... I am just not that sure anymore, whether he IS my soulmate. I don’t even know anymore if he still loves me? I feel us drifting apart every day a bit more and there’s nothing I can do to prevent it.”
Tears now formed in the advisors eyes again.
“I feel so... helpless, Lindir... helpless and lonely.”
To see his friend like that gnawed at Lindirs heart and he drew Erestor in a comforting embrace. To be close to someone again was exactly what the advisor needed that moment and he soaked up the warmth coming from the white-haired elf while letting his tears fall freely.
“Shh, everything will be well... everything will be right... I’m always there for you – you can always come to me...”
Lindir’s mouth was so close to his ear, Erestor could feel the young elf’s breath on his neck with every comforting word. Just a subtle moving of the head and they were looking deep in each others eyes. No one could ever tell afterwards, who started this, but after a moment of hesitation, they found their lips locked in a passionate kiss.
***
Erestor sighed and turned around to look at the young minstrel, who was sleeping soundly next to him. They had made love after that – passionately, almost desperately clinging to each other, devouring each other... Erestor couldn’t quite explain this sudden need to dominate the younger elf, this hunger for the tender body... The minstrel spotted now some most interesting bruises on his soft skin and a bite mark at his throat.
//He will be sore in the morning.// Erestor thought and hoped, he hadn’t hurt his young and to some degree inexperienced friend.
A look out of the window told the advisor, that the sun would rise in a few hours. He couldn’t stay here, couldn’t be found in Lindir’s bed come morning... //What do I tell Glorfindel? He may never know what had happened tonight...//
Sneaking out would have been an easy thing but Erestor didn’t want Lindir to wake up alone come morning, feeling he had been used.
//But isn’t that exactly what I did?//
Still he wouldn’t hurt Lindir in that way.
Sitting up on the mattress, Erestor stroked the white hair, which he found incredibly soft beneath his fingertips, whispering the young elfs name softly. Lindir opened this eyes and smiled at him. To his utmost amazement ‘innocent’ was the word, that crossed Erestors mind right then, even though just a few hours before, he had seen the blue orbs dark with lust and desire...
“Lindir... I... have to leave.”
“Yes, you have...”
Erestor grabbed his robe and got up. Quickly he dressed and fingercombed his dark mane.
Looking back he found the minstrel watching him...
“I don’t regret what happened tonight, Erestor.”
The advisor swallowed hard.
“I... I don’t know... what to say... Lindir, I... you... ”
“Don’t say anything just now. We will talk another time. Go now.”
The dark elf nodded and left the minstrel’s room without looking at the young elf one more time. Once the door had closed behind the advisor, the innocent smile turned into a sad look of longing and Lindir let himself fall face first into the pillows and wept softly.
The End?
Translations:
Hannon – lle... thank you
Mellon-nîn.... my friend