Breaking the Barriers
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
21
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Chapter 1
Title: Breaking the Barriers WIP
Author: balrog email: tarzanb101@yahoo.com
Type: FCS, M/M
Characters: (Estel)Aragorn/Legolas Glorfindel/Estel Legolas/Haldir
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I hold Tolkien in the utmost highest esteem. I borrowed his characters for this. The idea of the bonding enchantment is mine however.
Timeline: 2951 TA until Aragorn's death(or is it?)
Setting: Middle Earth and beyond
Warnings: Slash; Mpreg (in later chapters)
Spoilers:
Beta: ignoblebard and gypsy33_66 – with their dedication I would not have accomplished this story.
Dedication: I dedicate this story to all those who love Tolkien
Summary: Aragorn gets sick and so does Legolas. This puts in motion a tale of love and trust. Little does Aragorn know of his fate.
Feedback would be the most rewarding. This is my first fanfic. I would like to know what you think be it positive or negative.
// // indicate thoughts
BREAKING THE BARRIERS
1. 0
Estel stretched out on his bed while the morning brought a cool breeze into the room. Birds chirped outside. Life had never been better. He just had the best night's sleep in years. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and cramps began in his lower belly and worked their way up to his chest.
"What the..?" he grunted. The pain lasted only a moment.
Estel tried to stand but felt weak and shaky. This morning turned for the worst after that pain. As he went into the closet to get clean clothes to wear for the day, he hoped the pain would be the worst thing that happened to him. He planned to practice archery with Elladan and Elrohir. He admired his foster-brothers' spirit and the way they carried themselves but he could never figure out the grace of these two. Going out into the wild to fight the orcs that plagued this world was out of the question. It was too soon for him. Lord Elrond had told his sons that he was to be kept out of trouble. But then again that was hard for him to do. As he finished his morning routine, there was a knock on the door.
"Come" he said.
The door opened and his servant entered with his breakfast.
"Thank you, Mirgalen. You can straighten up after I'm gone." With that, the servant put his tray on a table on the balcony and left.
He munched on toast and apple juice, grabbed his bow from the corner of the room and headed for the practice fields behind the smithy. He encountered the brethren Elladan and Elrohir who had already started to practice archery. Their skill was legendary with the young elves that were there to learn.
He hurried up to the group. "Have I missed anything, yet?" Estel asked Elladan.
"No, we were all waiting for you," Elladan said.
Another pain washed over Aragorn. He grasped his belly with both arms and fell to the ground. Elrohir rushed up to him , "Estel, what's wrong?"
"I think my stomach as not gotten used to fresh juice in the morning. Can juice go bad?" His knees came up to his chest as another pain struck him.
"Elladan, run and fetch father," Elrohir said, "and hurry."
Elrohir placed Estel's head on his lap and stroked his hair. "What's happening?"
Master Elrond strode up with the head healer of his house in tow. The healer went to Estel and checked him out His eyes were clear, skin looked good, but there was a tender spot on his chest. Elrond told the twins to pick him up and bring him to the Houses of Healing.
The healers took off Estel's clothes, dressed him in a nightshirt, and placed him in a bed.
Pulling the covers snugly around the boy, the healer asked his Lord, "Has this happened before?"
"Yes, before I got out of bed this morning." Four heads turned at the answer that came from the bed. "But it passed quickly that time." He grabbed his mid section as another pain wracked his body.
"Elladan," Elrohir said, "let's go back to the field and finish up with the training. Adar, you will let us know what is wrong with him, won't you?"
"Yes, I will." Elrond looked back to the bed and helped the healer try to figure out what this was all about.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Elladan and Elrohir went back to the fields.
"Why don't we dismiss the students." Elrohir said. "I won't wait for Adar to come get us."
"I agree. He's our brother!" Elladan exclaimed.
They told the students that something came up. The twins dismissed them and returned to the Healing Houses. They entered the waiting room and waited.
One assistant entered the room with warm water and a few minutes later came out with the pail. It emitted a foul odor and some in the waiting room turned their noses up at the stench. A little later the head healer came out and said that they could come back in.
"I have done everything I could. but I don't know what is wrong with him. He needs rest. I gave him an herbal sedative. The pain is going to wear out his body. Master Elrond, could you see what is causing it now that I have stopped the convulsions?"
Master Elrond sat on the edge of the bed and placed his hand in mid air over his son's body. Closing his eyes, he traced his hand up and down. He looked at his sons and then the healer.
"I don't know." This puzzled the group that had up gathered around the bed. "I have never encountered this before. It seems like something from his heritage is doing this. I have fostered each and every one of the sons of Isildur and have never encountered this before." He got up from the bed and went to the window. He turned and said, "I think I know someone who can tell me what this is."
Elrond stared out of the window his eyes unfocused for several minutes. Turning back to his sons, he said, "Lord Glorfindel may know what to do."
Elladan pursed his lips and looked skeptically at his father. "He is the Balrog Slayer, but you are our best healer. What can he do? He is good under arms, but I see nothing here to slay."
"He was in Valinor more recently than any other person here," Elrohir answered him, his eyes lighting up eagerly, "We do not know why only Glorfindel, of all the elves who have been to Mandos, was allowed to come back to Middle-earth. Father? Do you think, perhaps...?"
Elrond held up his hand to stem the questions. " It may have been for this reason. We shall see. I have spoken to Glorfindel in Lothlórien and he will be here as soon as he can." He added to himself, 'I hope Estel can hold on that long.'
Elrond went back to the window and looked out over the garden. Remembering that Estel's coming of age was next month! At the thought, Elrond turned around and looked at the young man in the bed, musing, 'I wonder?'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Estel felt something trickling down his throat and his body began to relax. Vaguely, he felt his legs being straightened out in a warm bed and a blanket pulled up to his chest.
He saw a garden studded with trees, an elf leaning against one with his arms crossed. His long blond hair was braided at the sides and pulled back, away from his flawless face. In his sea blue tunic, he looked like royalty. The beauty and majesty of this elf overwhelmed him!
Did he dream this elf? The warmth that came to his face made him flush. Estel knew that the elf would become someone important in his life.
But there was something wrong with this picture. Estel did not have foresight! Or did he?
'Was this what foresight was like?' he wondered.
But at the sight of this elf, Estel 's feet took on a life of their own. He had to see what this elf looked like up close. He walked across the field not taking his eyes off the beautiful elf. He took off his white tunic and lay down on the blanket. He propped himself up on his left arm, crossed his feet at the ankles and patted the blanket. As he lay naked, unbearable warmth crept up Estel 's loins. But this elf felt like no stranger. It seemed as if he had known this elf his whole life.
tbc
Author: balrog email: tarzanb101@yahoo.com
Type: FCS, M/M
Characters: (Estel)Aragorn/Legolas Glorfindel/Estel Legolas/Haldir
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I hold Tolkien in the utmost highest esteem. I borrowed his characters for this. The idea of the bonding enchantment is mine however.
Timeline: 2951 TA until Aragorn's death(or is it?)
Setting: Middle Earth and beyond
Warnings: Slash; Mpreg (in later chapters)
Spoilers:
Beta: ignoblebard and gypsy33_66 – with their dedication I would not have accomplished this story.
Dedication: I dedicate this story to all those who love Tolkien
Summary: Aragorn gets sick and so does Legolas. This puts in motion a tale of love and trust. Little does Aragorn know of his fate.
Feedback would be the most rewarding. This is my first fanfic. I would like to know what you think be it positive or negative.
// // indicate thoughts
BREAKING THE BARRIERS
1. 0
Estel stretched out on his bed while the morning brought a cool breeze into the room. Birds chirped outside. Life had never been better. He just had the best night's sleep in years. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and cramps began in his lower belly and worked their way up to his chest.
"What the..?" he grunted. The pain lasted only a moment.
Estel tried to stand but felt weak and shaky. This morning turned for the worst after that pain. As he went into the closet to get clean clothes to wear for the day, he hoped the pain would be the worst thing that happened to him. He planned to practice archery with Elladan and Elrohir. He admired his foster-brothers' spirit and the way they carried themselves but he could never figure out the grace of these two. Going out into the wild to fight the orcs that plagued this world was out of the question. It was too soon for him. Lord Elrond had told his sons that he was to be kept out of trouble. But then again that was hard for him to do. As he finished his morning routine, there was a knock on the door.
"Come" he said.
The door opened and his servant entered with his breakfast.
"Thank you, Mirgalen. You can straighten up after I'm gone." With that, the servant put his tray on a table on the balcony and left.
He munched on toast and apple juice, grabbed his bow from the corner of the room and headed for the practice fields behind the smithy. He encountered the brethren Elladan and Elrohir who had already started to practice archery. Their skill was legendary with the young elves that were there to learn.
He hurried up to the group. "Have I missed anything, yet?" Estel asked Elladan.
"No, we were all waiting for you," Elladan said.
Another pain washed over Aragorn. He grasped his belly with both arms and fell to the ground. Elrohir rushed up to him , "Estel, what's wrong?"
"I think my stomach as not gotten used to fresh juice in the morning. Can juice go bad?" His knees came up to his chest as another pain struck him.
"Elladan, run and fetch father," Elrohir said, "and hurry."
Elrohir placed Estel's head on his lap and stroked his hair. "What's happening?"
Master Elrond strode up with the head healer of his house in tow. The healer went to Estel and checked him out His eyes were clear, skin looked good, but there was a tender spot on his chest. Elrond told the twins to pick him up and bring him to the Houses of Healing.
The healers took off Estel's clothes, dressed him in a nightshirt, and placed him in a bed.
Pulling the covers snugly around the boy, the healer asked his Lord, "Has this happened before?"
"Yes, before I got out of bed this morning." Four heads turned at the answer that came from the bed. "But it passed quickly that time." He grabbed his mid section as another pain wracked his body.
"Elladan," Elrohir said, "let's go back to the field and finish up with the training. Adar, you will let us know what is wrong with him, won't you?"
"Yes, I will." Elrond looked back to the bed and helped the healer try to figure out what this was all about.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Elladan and Elrohir went back to the fields.
"Why don't we dismiss the students." Elrohir said. "I won't wait for Adar to come get us."
"I agree. He's our brother!" Elladan exclaimed.
They told the students that something came up. The twins dismissed them and returned to the Healing Houses. They entered the waiting room and waited.
One assistant entered the room with warm water and a few minutes later came out with the pail. It emitted a foul odor and some in the waiting room turned their noses up at the stench. A little later the head healer came out and said that they could come back in.
"I have done everything I could. but I don't know what is wrong with him. He needs rest. I gave him an herbal sedative. The pain is going to wear out his body. Master Elrond, could you see what is causing it now that I have stopped the convulsions?"
Master Elrond sat on the edge of the bed and placed his hand in mid air over his son's body. Closing his eyes, he traced his hand up and down. He looked at his sons and then the healer.
"I don't know." This puzzled the group that had up gathered around the bed. "I have never encountered this before. It seems like something from his heritage is doing this. I have fostered each and every one of the sons of Isildur and have never encountered this before." He got up from the bed and went to the window. He turned and said, "I think I know someone who can tell me what this is."
Elrond stared out of the window his eyes unfocused for several minutes. Turning back to his sons, he said, "Lord Glorfindel may know what to do."
Elladan pursed his lips and looked skeptically at his father. "He is the Balrog Slayer, but you are our best healer. What can he do? He is good under arms, but I see nothing here to slay."
"He was in Valinor more recently than any other person here," Elrohir answered him, his eyes lighting up eagerly, "We do not know why only Glorfindel, of all the elves who have been to Mandos, was allowed to come back to Middle-earth. Father? Do you think, perhaps...?"
Elrond held up his hand to stem the questions. " It may have been for this reason. We shall see. I have spoken to Glorfindel in Lothlórien and he will be here as soon as he can." He added to himself, 'I hope Estel can hold on that long.'
Elrond went back to the window and looked out over the garden. Remembering that Estel's coming of age was next month! At the thought, Elrond turned around and looked at the young man in the bed, musing, 'I wonder?'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Estel felt something trickling down his throat and his body began to relax. Vaguely, he felt his legs being straightened out in a warm bed and a blanket pulled up to his chest.
He saw a garden studded with trees, an elf leaning against one with his arms crossed. His long blond hair was braided at the sides and pulled back, away from his flawless face. In his sea blue tunic, he looked like royalty. The beauty and majesty of this elf overwhelmed him!
Did he dream this elf? The warmth that came to his face made him flush. Estel knew that the elf would become someone important in his life.
But there was something wrong with this picture. Estel did not have foresight! Or did he?
'Was this what foresight was like?' he wondered.
But at the sight of this elf, Estel 's feet took on a life of their own. He had to see what this elf looked like up close. He walked across the field not taking his eyes off the beautiful elf. He took off his white tunic and lay down on the blanket. He propped himself up on his left arm, crossed his feet at the ankles and patted the blanket. As he lay naked, unbearable warmth crept up Estel 's loins. But this elf felt like no stranger. It seemed as if he had known this elf his whole life.
tbc