Title: Abandoned chapter 6-9
Type: FPS
Author: Lady Mírfain  (ladymirfain@gmail.com)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Lindir/Elrond, Erestor/Glorfindel
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me.  They all 
belong to Tolkien.  I am just borrowing them to play with.  
I promise to return them with smiles on their faces.
Beta: Krit
Notes: This was written for Lyric of Lorien as part of the 
Secret Friend Project for the Lindir yahoo group.  She had 
requested a pairing of Lindir/Elrond with no shy Lindir and 
no fluff.  It grew from there.
Summary: Lindir is found abandoned by his parents and it 
affects his life forever.


Abandoned ch 6

Erestor slipped from reverie at the feel of gentle fingers 
stroking his chest.  Blinking, he looked into the loving, 
azure gaze of his husband.  "Glorfindel, why do you wake 
me?  I do not need to be up for another hour at least."

Glorfindel smiled wistfully and leaned down to plant a 
gentle kiss on the dark councilor's lips.  "I leave for a 
two week patrol this morn.  I could not leave you without 
saying goodbye," he murmured against the ruby lips.

Wrapping his arms tightly around his love, Erestor sighed.  
"I wish you did not have to go.  I will miss you terribly."

"And I you.  That is why I woke you early.  I need 
something to help me last until I see you again."  
Glorfindel said in a voice filled with need, trailing his 
fingers suggestively down his beloved's chest in search of 
more… interested flesh.

"Lord Erestor! Lord Glorfindel!" a voice called at the 
door, followed by sharp, anxious knocking.

Slipping from the warm nest he and his lover were sharing, 
Erestor grabbed their robes and tossing one at the 
recumbent blond god on the bed, swiftly donned the other.  
"Cover yourself," he barked at his love.  Pausing long 
enough to admire the golden form rising gracefully from the 
quilts, Erestor turned and called, "what do you want, 
Elrohir?"  Glancing back to see that his husband was 
covered; Erestor swung the door open and glared at his 
former student.

"A party of elves has arrived from Lorien and I do not 
recognize any but the guards.  What should I do?  I can not 
find my brother and I do not wish to disturb my father," 
Elrohir said swiftly, clearly agitated.

Erestor turned to look at Glorfindel, who sighed and said, 
"Elrohir, please, go and inform Captain Silinde that I will 
not be joining the patrol as planned.  Return to the main 
hall, where we will meet you and greet the new arrivals 
together.  You were correct in not disturbing your father.”

Watching Elrohir nod and depart, Erestor closed the door 
and sighed.  "We must dress.  But, at least you will not be 
leaving me at this particular time.  Tonight, we can finish 
what you started."  Grinning at Glorfindel, he crossed to 
the bathing chamber to swiftly wash before dressing for the 
day.

Glorfindel opened the wardrobe to choose something to wear, 
wondering who would have arrived this early.  Deciding on 
formal robes, he removed both his and Erestor's before 
making his own way to the bathing chamber.

"Who do you think it is?" Erestor echoed Glorfindel's own 
thoughts as the Seneschal entered the room and handed him 
his clothing.

"The faster we get to the main hall, the faster we will 
know," Glorfindel said, turning to the basin to begin 
washing off the previous night's passion.  Swiftly, 
Glorfindel donned his formal robes of sapphire blue with 
gold embroidery of the flowers of his house.  Turning, he 
sucked in his breath at the beautiful image his mate 
presented.  Erestor was truly a vision; his formal robes a 
magnificent backdrop for his stunning looks.  The burgundy 
velvet glowing in the candlelight and accented by the 
silver ravens embroidered on the fabric to honor his 
favorite animal.  Moving to his love's side, he took his 
hand and led him to the door.  "Come; let us go see to 
these guests, before I ravish you where you stand."  
Glorfindel said, planting a kiss on the hand in his 
possession.

Erestor blushed; pleased that Glorfindel wanted him, and 
made a mental note to wear his outer robes this evening.  
"Come; let us go see who would have the audacity to wake 
this household before dawn.  Turning he led the way to the 
main hall, Glorfindel directly behind him.

Abandoned Ch 7

The beaver cut through the water silently.   He was seeking 
the perfect tree to finish his dam.  Spying one that 
appeared to be appropriate, he headed for shore.  Lumbering 
up the bank, he stopped and shook himself, sending water 
droplets spraying through the air.  His pelt glistened like 
burnished mahogany.  Laboring across the land to the tree, 
he sized it up, verifying that indeed, this was the 
crowning jewel for his creation.  Grasping the trunk in 
both paws, he firmly held the tree and, baring his teeth, 
sank them in for the first bite.  Confusion filled his mind 
at the metallic taste that filled his mouth.

"Lindir!" Elrond screamed, awoken from reverie as pain shot 
up his arm.  Feeling the wetness of his blood running down 
his skin, he tried to pull away, but stopping all movement 
upon realizing that Lindir still had his teeth embedded 
into his skin.  "Lindir, please, wake!" Elrond sobbed, the 
pain starting to make his head spin.  "Lindir, release my 
arm."  Fighting nausea, Elrond wondered why Lindir would do 
such a thing.

Snapping awake and releasing Elrond's arm, he quickly 
applied pressure to halt the bleeding.  Choking on a sob, 
Lindir whispered, "I am sorry, milord.  It was a dream.  I 
know not what it means, but I have had it since….   I would 
understand if you sent me from your side."  Dropping his 
head, Lindir stared at the bloodied sheets in fear and 
trepidation, worried that yet one more elf that he loved 
would toss him away.  Holding himself rigid, he waited for 
the words that would crush him forever, tears beginning to 
make tracks down his cheeks.

Frozen with shock, Elrond watched as Lindir moved away from 
him, refusing to meet his eyes.  Hearing his words, Elrond 
realized that Lindir expected him to leave too.  "I am not 
your parents, my love.  I would never leave you." he 
whispered into Lindir's ear, wrapping his arms around the 
tense form and placing small fevered kisses on his face and 
hair. 

"Your arm…" broke through Elrond's concentration on the elf 
in his arms.  Pulling back, he looked at what damage had 
been inflicted on him.  "'Tis naught but a minor wound.  
Let me quickly clean it, then I would like to hear about 
this dream of yours."  Cupping a hand under Lindir's face, 
he raised it, and planted a gentle kiss onto the minstrel's 
lips.  Rising from the bed, he grabbed the supplies he 
would need and entered the bathing chamber and closing the 
door behind himself, he finally allowed the grimace of 
intense pain to show.  Rummaging through his healing 
supplies, Elrond found the painkilling herb that had been 
concentrated into a liquid form and took a large swallow 
from the bottle.  Pulling out strips of cloth, he realized 
that it was not going to be enough.  He would need 
assistance, for the wound needed to be cleaned.  Dropping 
his head against the cool stone wall, he resisted the 
temptation to knock it repeatedly against the hard surface.  
With a sigh, he pulled away and opening the door, called 
out, "Lindir, I need your assistance, please."

Starting at his lord's voice, Lindir hopped up and scurried 
over to assist his love in any way possible, filled with 
remorse that he had caused injury.  Seeing the pale visage 
before him, he brought Elrond over to a chair and forced 
him to sit, dropping his head between his knees.  "I will 
be right back.  Do not move."  Lindir turned and ran back 
into the other room.  Stopping long enough to grab his 
outer robe and pull it on, he then sped to Erestor's room, 
only thinking of finding aid.

When a warm, wall of flesh halted his flight, Lindir was 
brought back to awareness of his surroundings.  "Whoa 
there, Lindir.  What seems to be the problem?  Why the 
rush?" Elladan asked in concern. 

Grasping Elladan's arm, Lindir tugged, saying, "Your 
father!  He is injured.  Please, you must help him.  
Hurry!"  Turning, he lead Elladan back to Elrond's rooms, 
and opening the door, led the way to the bathing chambers 
where he had left Elrond.

"Ada!  What has happened?"  Dropping to his knees beside 
Elrond, Elladan took his father's hands in his and swiftly 
ran his eyes over his father's naked form.  Eyes, widening 
in shock, Elladan saw blood streaming from a bite wound on 
his father's arm.  "Ada?  Who bit you?" Elladan asked 
quietly.

Elrond met his son's eyes.  "What does it matter?  I need 
you to clean and bandage this for me.  Please."  Turning 
his head, he spied Lindir standing next to Elladan with 
tears glistening in his eyes.  Holding out his hand, he 
waited for his lover to respond.

Lindir stepped forward to take Elrond's hand, but catching 
sight of himself in the mirror, stopped.  Looking at his 
lover with wide eyes, he mouthed that he needed to wash.  
The blood staining his face horrified Lindir.  Turing to 
the wash basin, he swiftly washed his face, turned and 
started towards Elrond.  A thought entered his head and he 
grinned half-heartedly, and left the room, returning 
moments later with Elrond's legging in his hand.  Moving to 
Elrond's side, he asked Elladan, "Will you help me get 
these on him?"

Elladan had followed his father's line of sight when he 
held out a hand and had tensed, seeing the blood on 
Lindir's lips.  Realizing that Lindir had been the one to 
inflict the bite, he had wanted to say something but from 
the squeeze his father gave his hands thought better of it.  
He would delve into this matter later.  When Lindir asked 
him to help get the legging onto his father, Elladan lifted 
one of Elrond's feet, helping Lindir slide it into the leg.  
Repeating the process, he then helped Elrond to raise 
enough for Lindir to work the leggings up.  Settling his 
father back onto the seat, Elladan watched in shock as 
Lindir swiftly tied the lacings over his father's 
burgeoning member.  "Thank you, Lindir.  That is one sight 
I do not need to see."

Turning back to his father, Elladan surveyed the damage.  
Realizing what would be needed, he rose and went to gather 
Elrond's supplies.  Returning swiftly, he settled onto his 
knees beside his father and taking up the offending limb, 
cleaned it and swiftly began to wrap it in clean bandages.  
Finishing, he leaned back, saying, "There, that should fix 
it.  Please, keep this dry, Father."

Elrond grinned at the lovely shade of green that Lindir's 
face had assumed as Elladan cared for the wound.  Squeezing 
the hand firmly encased into his own, he tugged Lindir onto 
his lap.  Whispering into Lindir's ear, "Please, do not 
worry.  It will be fine now."  Placing a gentle kiss on 
Lindir's lips, Elrond tensed to hear Elladan's gasp.  "Now 
is not the time, Elladan."
Elladan was dumbfounded.  He did not like to see the blonde 
elf in his father's arms, yet was happy that his father had 
found someone.  He knew that his parents had not loved each 
other.  Their marriage being one made for political reasons 
rather than matters of the heart, yet seeing another take 
his mother's place hurt.  "Yes father." was all he managed 
to mutter, before rising and gathering up the supplies and 
returning them to their rightful places.

Closing the bathing chamber door behind him, Elladan made 
his way onto the balcony needing fresh air to clear his 
muddled mind.  Stepping onto the cool stone, he let his 
gaze wander in the pre-dawn stillness.  Movement at the 
stables caught his attention and turning his head, Elladan 
froze.  "He is here," he whispered into the stillness.  "He 
is here!" he cried loudly, turning and running from the 
room, making straight for the stables and the welcoming 
arms of his husband.

Abandoned Ch 8


Upon hearing the shout echoing from the Last Homely House, 
Orophin smiled gently.  His plans to sneak into his 
husband's room to wake him had been ruined, yes.  But the 
joy of having him in his arms again would make up for any 
disappointment.  Not wanting to wake any of the grooms, he 
opted to take care of the tired horses himself; waiting for 
the footsteps that would tell him his love had arrived.  

Grinning at the sound of his husband's running feet, 
Orophin pretended not to notice as he stepped out of the 
stall and headed for the feed room.  His breath was knocked 
out of him as he was tackled from behind and brought to the 
dirt floor.  Rolling, he looked up into Elladan's happy 
face and without a word, brought their lips together in a 
searing kiss, pouring all his love and longing into it.

"I have missed you so very much."  Orophin's face was 
flushed and darkened by desire as Elladan panted the words.

"I have missed you as well, my love, and could not wait to 
see you again."  Orophin wrapped his warrior arms tightly 
around the well muscled body of his mate to hold him close, 
relishing the feel of the hard flesh against his own.  
Feeling another hardness, he grinned wolfishly, "I see that 
you are not the only thing to be joyous at my return."  He 
then crushed their mouths together in a bruising kiss, 
telling Elladan without words how much he missed and wanted 
him.

Elladan rose to his feet shakily and offered his hand to 
Orophin.  When they both were standing, he wrapped an arm 
tightly around his mate's waist and guided him back to the 
house and their rooms.

Orophin shut the door quietly behind them and turned to be 
greeted by the sight of his husband swiftly removing his 
clothing.  Chuckling, he reached out and snagged the prince 
by the waist and jerked his naked form against him.  "A bit 
impatient, are we?" Orophin whispered against the ruby 
lips, already swollen from his kisses.  "Undress me."

Before the words had finished leaving Orophin's lips, the 
eager hands of his love were fumbling with buttons, ties, 
and laces with a dexterity belied by the trembling of his 
limbs.  As the cool morning air, let in by the open 
windows, hit the heated flesh of his chest, his nipples 
hardened and were immediately attacked by a questing mouth.  
He hissed as teeth were scraped over their sensitized flesh 
and sighed as a tongue laved away the pain.  Guiding them, 
Orophin backed his husband up to the bed, smiling at the 
prince's squeak of surprise as his legs hit the mattress 
and he fell back onto it.

Elladan looked up at his husband from the bed; then reached 
up to pull the galadhrim down as well.  Sitting up, he 
moved to remove the dust coated boots and the travel 
stained leggings, freeing his mate to his gaze.  "Have me." 
He pleaded, sighing with disappointment as his lover shook 
his head no, and yet knowing his wish to be filled would be 
granted soon enough.  

No words were spoken, no words were needed as the two 
bodies rubbed against each other and questing hands and 
lips remapped the unforgotten and much love flesh of their 
mate.

"Please," was all Orophin could manage to say to his 
husband.  His mind was lost in a haze of desire and he knew 
he would not last much longer.  A loving smile graced his 
lips as the deceptively slender hand of his mate grasped 
the vial of oil on the nightstand and opened it.  He spread 
his legs invitingly, pleading with his eyes for the 
fulfillment he had missed these past two years.  When he 
was taken into the heat of his husband's mouth, his back 
arched off the bed and he bit his lip to keep from spending 
so soon.

"Let it go, my love.  You are so tense." Elladan purred 
around the flesh in his mouth, wanting to taste the sweet 
nectar of his light and joy.  He dipped a finger into the 
oil and brought it to the puckered opening that promised 
such bliss, heat and trust.  Lightly, he traced the outline 
of the opening to his husband's body before sliding the 
lone digit inside.  Twisting it, he slid it in and out of 
the tight passage, fear of hurting his beloved forefront in 
his mind.  He moved his mouth faster on the hard flesh 
while at the same time working a second digit into the 
tight heat.  Crooking his fingers, he found the nub that 
had his husband arching off the bed with a moan of pure 
lust.  Hands, roughened by millennia of wielding bow and 
sword, twined in his hair to keep his mouth in place, not 
that it was needed.  Elladan worked even harder on the 
rigid member in his mouth and pulling his fingers out, 
returned with three, scissoring them and preparing the 
tight channel to accept his needy flesh.  Stroking his 
husband's pleasure spot, he felt the tightening and 
swelling of the rock hard staff in his mouth and hummed 
around it.

With a shout, Orophin exploded into Elladan's mouth and his 
husband proceeded to drink him dry.  Tugging on the 
chestnut hair in his hands, he pulled Elladan up to join 
their lips in a heated kiss.  He groaned as he felt his 
husband's rigid flesh enter him, the feelings of love and 
contentment welling up to suffocate him.  He wrapped his 
legs around Elladan's waist and urged him to move.

Elladan needed no second urging and began to thrust.  He 
tried to keep it gentle, yet the pent up longing for his 
mate was fast over taking him and he began to pound into 
the willing, writhing body below him.  Grasping his 
husband's reawakened flesh, he stroked his mate in time 
with his swift hard thrusts, rushing them both to 
completion.

Tumbling over the edge once again, Orophin came, shouting 
Elladan's name in his bliss, grasping his husband roughly 
to center himself.  Sapped of all strength, he fell back 
limply onto the mattress, a boneless puddle of sated elf.

Feeling his husband's seed flood between their bodies and 
the dark channel clench around him, Elladan knew he could 
hold back no longer.  Screaming his husband's name, he let 
loose and poured his essence into his mate's sated body 
before collapsing on top of him.  Gently pulling out, he 
rolled them onto their sides and rested his head on his 
lover's chest.  With a sigh, he murmured sleepily, "I am 
glad you are home, Orophin." before drifting off to sleep, 
content in the embrace of his love.     

Abandoned Chapter 9

A/N: I have forgotten to include this prior to this 
chapter.  The beaver dream was inspired by Darkladyd and 
Melyanna in one of our RPGs.  I must pay homage to the 
strange way our minds work in the wee hours of the morning.  
Also, In this chapter the character of Carthôlion is owned 
by Tuxedo Elf and is used with her permission.  Love you 
guys, bunches.  Enjoy!



"Come, my love.  Let us bathe the blood and the stench of 
our lovemaking from our bodies."  

Taking Lindir's hand, Elrond led him to the sunken marble 
pool and opened the gates that would allow the fresh spring 
water to mingle with the water that was heated by fire and 
kept in immense vats located deep under Imladris.  With the 
water now flowing into the tub, Elrond let go of Lindir's 
hand and grasped the bottle setting on the shelf next to 
the pool.  Removing the stopper, he inhaled and sighed.  "I 
love the smell of vanilla and lavender mixed, do not you, 
Lindir?" turning his head to smile at his lover.  Turning 
back to the flowing water, Elrond allowed a large portion 
of the bath oil to pour out before setting the unstoppered 
vial on the wide ledge.  

Lindir, shaken over what had happened, trembled visibly.  
Allowing Elrond to lead him to the tub, he kept his head 
lowered, his hair effectively hiding his face.  Startled, 
he mumbled, "Aye," in response to his lover's question 
unable to meet his gaze.  Tears were coursing down his 
cheeks.  "I am sorry.  I should leave."  Turning towards 
the door, Lindir took three steps, before he was halted and 
spun, his mouth captured in a bruising kiss.

Elrond felt fear clutch his chest at Lindir's words.  
Desperately, he grabbed Lindir, spun him, and crushed their 
mouths together.  Elrond tried to convey his desperate love 
for Lindir through their kiss, but when he released the 
other, knew he had failed.  "Lindir, stay," was all he 
said, hoping it was enough for he knew not how to convince 
the elf otherwise.

Lindir held his body stiff in Elrond's embrace, fighting to 
keep from responding.  When Elrond released him, he was 
able to keep from sobbing, but only with a supreme effort.  
Refusing to meet Elrond's gaze, Lindir hurried for the 
door, freezing with his hand on the door handle at Elrond's 
words.  "I cannot," he whispered, trying to keep his voice 
steady without success.  Then turning the handle, he left 
the room and fled to his chambers to collapse on his bed.  
Lindir sobbed for hours it seemed, until finally he drifted 
into a trouble sleep.

A maid entering to light the fire a few moments later, 
startled Lindir awake and he jumped to his feet.  "Leave 
it," he said hoarsely, his voice strained from the sobbing.  
Lindir then stood and watched her leave the room before 
turning to begin tossing clothing and supplies into a bag.  
Once he had packed what he would need, Lindir headed for 
the kitchens, hoping there would be sufficient supplies for 
him to take.  Spying the freshly baked lembas, he stuffed 
enough into his bag to last for a month, grabbed a water 
skin, and headed for the main hall, fully expecting it to 
be empty.  

Lindir froze in shock when he rounded the great staircase 
that faced the main doors.  "Father, Mother?" he whispered, 
his face going white and he started to sway dangerously.  
He reached out for something, anything to steady himself, 
and was surprised when his mother rushed forward to help 
him.

"Lindir?  Is it really you?" she cried, tears sliding down 
her pale cheeks at the sight of her son that she had 
presumed dead.  Suddenly, she dropped in a dead faint at 
Lindir's feet.

Erestor and Glorfindel, coming down the stairs together, 
witnessed the incident, yet could hear no words.  Seeing 
Lindir sway and watching the lady crumple, Glorfindel 
jumped the rail and landed gracefully next to them, helping 
Lindir to a seat before turning to pick the lady up and 
gently carry her into the Hall of Fire.  

Placing her on a sofa, Glorfindel was shocked to note that 
the male elf that was with the lady had not moved from his 
spot.  What shocked him even more was that he recognized 
the elf from his time spent in Lothlórien when the twins 
and Arwen were small.  "Carthôlion!  How fare you, my 
friend?  I have not seen you for many an age."  Finally, 
actually looking at the warrior standing at the foot of the 
stairs, Glorfindel gasped in shock.

Erestor had rushed down the stairs to kneel in front of 
Lindir, taking the cold, trembling hands in his own.  His 
concern at spying the traveling bags in Lindir's possession 
was deep.  "Lindir, what is it?  What is wrong?"  Looking 
up into the youngster's face, Erestor cried out at the dead 
look in the pale mistral's eyes.  Erestor rose and, 
settling on the bench beside Lindir, pulled him into his 
lap, wrapping his arms around him, much as he had done with 
Arwen when she had been small.  Stroking Lindir's hair, 
Erestor crooned softly to him and rocked him in his arms.

Carthôlion stood affixed to his spot.  "Lindir?" he 
whispered, unable to believe his eyes.  With a loud 
clatter, his wooden crutch fell to the floor from nerveless 
fingers and he crumpled to the floor, unable to support 
himself.  His eyes never leaving the figure Erestor held on 
his lap, Carthôlion began to cry softly.  "Lindir," he 
sighed and dropped his head into his hands and his 
shoulders began to shake from the force of the sobs that 
were torn from him.

Elrohir quickly moved to the aid of the fallen elf, yet 
wondered how he could help him.  He quickly dropped down 
beside him and wrapped his arms around the shaking frame. 

This was how his father found them.

Elrond, concern for Lindir gnawing at his breast, had 
bathed half-heartedly, dressed, and then gone looking for 
Lindir.  When his rooms proved empty, Elrond had run 
towards the main doors, knowing that Lindir planned to 
leave Imladris.  
He slid to a stop upon seeing Lindir held by Erestor, his 
son comforting a sobbing elf on the floor and Glorfindel 
just visible within the Hall of Fire.  "What is the meaning 
of this?"  Elrond asked, his voice filled with unshed 
tears.

TBC