Title: Falling into Temptation. 
 
Author: Celebrian. 
E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com 
Web page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Celebrianlotrsfanfiction 
Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel  
Rating: PG 13 
Summary: After a cruel argument with Elladan, Elrohir´s secret feelings for 
Glorfindel are revealed, in the attempt to avoid the shame, he tries to escape 
to Loth Lórien finding himself caught in the middle of a snowstorm.  
Disclaimer: I don't own them :o( But they all live in my mind. 
Warnings: Will become NC17. A very ancient been is tempted by a very young 
one. If the age issues bother you stop here...  
Author's notes: According to elvish majority standards. An elf reaches 
adulthood at the age of 50 our 21 equivalent. So in this story Elrohir and 
Elladan are between 40 and 41 elvish years. This would make them 17 in 
human standards. 
Elvish Translations: Pen-neth: Young one. // Lirimaer: Lovely one. // Lasbelin* 
: Autumn. (name of Elrohir´s horse)  
One of my betas made an allusion to the time terms used in this story. Hours 
minutes or seconds... I suppose elves had some kind of clock to calculate their 
time. Probably a sun clock ?... 
Feedback: Please, Please! I beg of you.  
 
Special Thanks to my Wonderful Betas Emerald and Elaine. 
 
 
Elrohir was nearing the border of Imladris. A few more leagues and he would 
be able to find the main road.  

This was an unsafe path for an elf to ride during the daylight, but at night the 
danger was even worse. Perils increased greatly when a traveller wandered 
alone.  

Elrohir had never been away by himself, usually Elladan accompanied him, or 
Glorfindel, or even Erestor, sometimes. The young elf let a sigh escape his lips 
with a mockery of a smile lingering for a moment on them, as he remembered 
what had brought him to this situation... to this dark, lugubrious road in which 
the foliage barely allowed Ithil to illuminate his way.  

Once more Elrohir sighed and tried, in vain, to concentrate in the sounds of his 
surroundings.  
 
* * * * * * * *  
 
"Elladan... Where were you? I have been looking for you!" 
"You missed me already? I only left for a couple of hours..." Mocking his 
brother's anxiety. 
 
"You said you were going to be gone for less than an hour!" Frustrated, Elrohir 
looked at Elladan.  
 
"Calm down Elrohir!" Taking his twin by his arms to shake him out of his 
tension. "Calm down...and tell me what has happened." 
 
"Lindir came looking for you. Father asked for you to help him with something 
in the kitchen..." 
 
"Ai! Stop babbling Elrohir. Spell it out!" Annoyed Elladan stepped back, 
releasing his twin's arms and started to pace from one side of the room to the 
other. 
 
"You were supposed to be here Elladan... You were grounded."  
 
"I am not a child to be GROUNDED. I am 41 years old!" speeding up his pace 
Elladan looked at Elrohir. "And besides I am GROUNDED because of a little 
accident" 
 
"You were supposed to be in charge of those animals. How could you not 
notice a wolf approaching that close?" Shaking his head in denial, the younger 
twin realised that he already knew the answer to his own question.  

Elladan had been escaping with his new boyfriend, and usually, took the other 
elf with him, whenever they had the opportunity to be alone. And to pasture 
the sheep was an excellent opportunity to spend the afternoon in the clearings 
until the sun went down. "Forget I asked. I know your reasons" 
 
"It was an accident!" Exasperated Elladan threw a cold glance at Elrohir.  
 
"It was your responsibility!"  
 
"What is this? Now you are on their side? You are speaking like them." Elladan 
recriminated him, trying to create some guilt in Elrohir´s mind.  
 
"I am not on their side. I just think they..." Elrohir´s words faded as he 
realised that his brother would differ with him, and he was not going to create 
the perfect reason for an argument. "Listen to me. Some hours ago, after 
Lindir came looking for you, Father appeared...and you were not here" 
 
"You told him I was gone?!" outrage showing in Elladan´s face as he assumed 
his twin's disloyalty.  
 
"I told him I had not seen you."  
 
"You could have invented some better excuse..." 
 
"I was nervous... I could not think clearly. You know how father stares at you 
as if he is reading your mind." Elrohir´s eyes followed Elladan pacing 
nervously across the big room. "Stay here Elladan. Do as father says until he 
is no longer upset with you..." 
 
"I can not live without his kisses Elrohir. I can not spend one day without 
seeing him." 
 
"If you behave like a child, escaping every time you can, Father will continue 
treating you like one... He would probably add more days to your penitence, 
now that he is aware of your disobedience..." 
 
"You envy me!" Were the only words Elladan could blurt. He knew he was 
behaving strangely but he was certainly * NO CHILD *. The fact that Elrohir, 
laughed at his words exasperated him more. His face was starting to warm up, 
giving his features a reddish tone. 
 
"What are you saying?!"  
 
Elladan turned to face the owner of the amused voice standing only a few 
steps away from him. " You envy that I had the courage to speak my 
feelings..."  
 
"I will not argue with you Elladan..." Leaving the room Elrohir announced that 
Elrond waited for his older son in his study as soon as he arrived from 
Elbereth´s knows where. He reproduced the exact same words his father had 
said; to his twin, as he stepped down the main stairs, which lead him to the 
library.  

Elladan was following him. 
 
"You are jealous of me...."  
 
Locating his book on one of the desks, Elrohir answered, not paying attention 
at all. He would not argue with Elladan. He would not please him this day. "I 
am not..." 
 
"Because you are not brave enough..." 
 
" I will not quarrel with you Elladan..." beginning to feel irritated, Elrohir tried 
to scan the book in his hands to find the chapter he had last read.  
 
"You are not brave enough to tell Glorfindel that you love him!" Cruelty tinted 
the harsh words leaving Elladan´s mouth. "Then you call ME a child."  
 
Elrohir swallowed hard, he could almost hear the sound in his throat "Shut up! 
Elladan!..." the raised voice commanded the older twin while Elrohir closed the 
book he held, staring intently at its brown, leather cover. 
 
"I saw you. The way you look at him when he is in the middle of a lecture, the 
way you blush when he looks at you, or when somebody mentions his name." 
Measuring Elrohir´s reaction to his words Elladan continued his successful 
torture. He would show him WHO was the CHILD in the matters of love. "The 
way you try to be near him all the time..." An angry "Shut up!" came from 
Elrohir´s direction but Elladan went on. "I SAW you... how you touched 
yourself and made yourself come with HIS name on your lips..." a victorious 
grin decorated his lips.  
 
With a sudden move Elrohir came to be in front of his older brother, hitting 
Elladan´s face with all the strength he had. He was enraged. Elladan did not 
think before he threw the corresponding hit to his brother's ribs. Punches flew 
through the air to find their final destination. The other's body. And in the 
middle of the fight both twins lost their senses of balance, crashing painfully 
on the stone floor.  
 
For long minutes they brawled, until strong hands pulled a fuming Elladan off 
Elrohir´s body. Elladan was struggling to get free of the firm grip that 
restrained him from hitting his twin, who was trying to rise to his feet.  
 
"STOP IT ! ELLADAN!" The one holding Elladan back said with an authoritative 
voice. "ENOUGH!" 
 
"Glorfindel will NEVER notice YOU. You are but a naïve little boy" A hard shake 
came from the one who was still restraining him. Elladan tried urgently to free 
himself from the firm grip. Noticing that his struggles were unsuccessful, his 
eyes focused on his brother to see him stepping back groggily, as tears ran 
down his snow-white, pale cheeks.  
 
"Elrohir..." Glorfindel´s sweetest voice called to the young elf whilst still firmly 
holding the other twin. Elladan twisted his head to match the familiar voice he 
had not been able to recognise, with the face. Praying to Elbereth that it was 
not whom he thought it was.  
 
"Glorfindel..." Elladan mumbled cautiously. But the elder elf did not break eye 
contact with his brother who had just stumbled into one of the desks, before 
turning to run from the room.  
 
"Elrohir!" was the last thing Elrohir heard before leaving the house.  
 
Glorfindel calling for him. 
 
 
* * * * * * * *  
 
A strange noise brought Elrohir´s attention back to reality.  

He was cold. It was snowing, and in his abrupt departure Elrohir had not 
considered the weather, or food, or anything. He had rushed to the stables, 
saddled his horse, and left, turning deaf ears to the warnings of the elf in 
charge of the stables. * There is going to be a snowstorm, Lord Elrohir. It is 
not safe for you to ride. Much less without the proper clothing...* He was 
right, the weather was turning worse with the passing of the seconds, and 
crossing the clearing ahead did not seem like a very good idea... The wind, 
without the protection of the trees to restrain its ferocity, was at least ten 
times crueller than on the road, or even more. Cursing with frustration, Elrohir 
checked his possibilities. Going back was out of the question; crossing the 
clearing seemed impossible, shivering as he was, Elrohir would fall from his 
horse with the first gust of wind that caught him off guard. But, on the other 
hand, he did not want to be found. Surely somebody was looking for him by 
now, and time was too precious to be wasting it seeking a refuge for the night.  
The blizzard hardly let him see a few steps a head in front of him. * This is 
useless * He would have to wait till the morning sun cleared his way.  
Elrohir spotted a big tree with thick foliage. That might help him a little. 
Dismounting from his horse, the young elf whispered to him to go find a 
refuge for himself.  

Elrohir sat close to the trunk, trying to catch some of its warmth, holding his 
legs to his chest and resting his chin on his knees. He closed his eyes, missing 
the warm fire of his bedroom.  
 
Hours had passed, and his body was getting colder, his hands, which had been 
reddish pink, were now white and frigid, like the rest of his body. His dark, 
silky hair was covered with frost.  

* Be brave Elrohir... The sun must be about to rise...it will warm you up *  
 
But more time passed and no ray of light came from the sky. How much time? 
To the frozen elf it seemed like hours, when actually it had been less than one. 
His body began to stiffen, his eyes could not remain open. He was falling 
asleep. 
 
The neigh of a horse forced Elrohir´s heavy eyes to open. Glorfindel was there. 
 
Dismounting Asfaloth with a swift movement the elder elf quickly approached 
the younger one. 
 
Although one part of Elrohir wanted to jump into his tutor's arms, to seek the 
warmth of his embrace, Elrohir managed to look away. "Go away..." He could 
hear himself muttered between chattering teeth. He would have stood, he 
would have run away, if he could only control his motions.  
 
Heavy fabric was placed on his shoulders and pinned at the crook of his neck. 
The hood was pulled up to partially cover his face. Glorfindel´s hands cupped 
Elrohir´s cheeks in them but the tender touch was painfully rejected when the 
younger elf pulled away, "Leave me alone..." 
 
With a sudden movement Elrohir found himself being carried towards Asfaloth. 
 
"You are coming with me..." Glorfindel whispered reassuringly to him. And not 
wanting, nor finding another way to show his disagreement, Elrohir only 
sighed deeply.  
 
Glorfindel sat behind him after rearranging the cape, so Elrohir was as covered 
as possible, then he pulled the slender figure to his own body to keep him 
warmer. After a few seconds of hesitation, the blond elf could feel Elrohir 
relaxing against his chest. 
 
"Lasbelin* I need to find her..."  
 
"She is at the camp. She is well."  
 
The arm holding Elrohir around his waist tightened, preventing him from 
falling, as Asfaloth began to march in a steady pace.  
 
Elrohir´s head snuggled into Glorfindel´s shoulder and, closing his eyes, he fell 
asleep.  
 
**************************** 
 
"Elrohir...wake up..." 
 
The sweet, yet unreadable, whisper said. Something Elrohir never heard 
before was behind that voice..."Elrohir..." The hand resting on his rib cage 
moved gently to wake him.  
 
"I am awake" 
 
"We are here."  
 
Only two guards came to assist them. One of them took Asfaloth´s reins to 
lead him to a dry, warm place. The other led them to their quarters for the 
night. 
 
Elrohir´s body was still frozen, he could not feel any part of it, his legs would 
not respond and it was impossible to calm the constant shivering. Glorfindel´s 
strong arms helped him off the horse and carried the slender body to a small 
wooden room.  

There was a big fire flickering in the center, a bunk bed next to it. A small 
table was accompanied by two wooden benches and a tub full with hot, 
steaming water that had been recently prepared.  
 
The elder elf placed Elrohir on the bedstead and removed his drenched 
clothes, his hands working quickly but smoothly. 
It was then that Elrohir realized he was quivering uncontrollably.  
 
"I am cold..." Elrohir said as the layers that seemed not to warm him before, 
left him one by one. His pale upper body was now naked.  
 
"I know..." was the only response he received. 
 
Glorfindel´s hands were now unlacing his boots and once they were off, he 
took Elrohir in his arms once more and placed him carefully in the scented 
water.  

The cold, damp body trembled furiously as the hot liquid made contact with his 
skin. It was as if a thousand pins were piercing his skin. 
Glorfindel´s hands could barely hold him steady while spilt water flooded the 
floor.  
 
"It is too hot!..." Elrohir found his attempt to stand frustrated by a strong, 
restraining grip "... It is too hot Glorfindel..." . The younger elf's now flushed 
face, caught the blond´s gaze pleadingly.  
 
"It is not hot..." The elder elf explained patiently to the pleading green puppy 
eyes. "... Your body is cold. It only has to warm up again..."  
 
As the spasms eased, allowing the young half-elf to remain still, his tutor 
worked to free Elrohir´s hair from its tangles. He poured warm water to soak 
the long braids cascading trough his back, and with delicate movements he 
combed the dark locks carefully so as not to pull a braid. 
 
After an hour in the hot tub the trembling had eased.  
 
"I think you should get out now". Leaving the comb on the bench, Glorfindel 
stood to grasp some towels that waited on the bed's rustic coverlet. Elrohir, 
who was waiting for them, wrapped the lower part of his body in one and with 
the other squeezed the excess water from his hair in front of the fire. He was 
tired. He would allow the fire to work it's magic, helping every single drop of 
water to evaporate from his marbled skin. He watched his long time tutor 
quietly. The blond elf paced from one side to the room to the other, tidying the 
discarded trousers Elrohir had left at the bottom of the tub. * He has said 
nothing to me. No chastising. No sermon. No sign of his anger. And the little 
he spoke was so cold and impersonal, that it did not allow me to read the 
feeling behind...I have never heard that tone of voice before. He should be 
really angry ... but why?. Was it the fact that I am in love with him?, or ...*  
 
"Try to rest Elrohir..." Glorfindel interrupted the young elf wonderings, without 
facing him.  
 
Of course Elrohir could read the underlined message of that sentence... * Go 
to sleep. Elrohir. Stop staring... * The prince of Imladris pulled the bed covers 
down to slip inside. * I made you hate me... * Staring into the red flames, 
blazing in front him, Elrohir pulled the heavy covers up as he sighed once 
more. * You hate me... *. His body still shaking in spite of the warm fabric 
around his body, the dark haired elfling tried vainly to control it, gripping the 
sheet to his chest.  
 
"Move over..." The still distant and unreadable voice said to him. 
 
The slender figure moved to the side allowing the blond Lord to slip into bed 
next to him.  
 
"Come here..." Naked arms pulled Elrohir´s body to a bare chest. Glorfindel 
had removed his damp shirt. "Better?" 
 
"You do not have to hold me..." A timid voice responded while snuggling into 
the warmth of the other's embrace.  
 
"You do not want me to hold you?" 
 
His voice was calm, yet it sounded as never before. "Yes... But you do not 
HAVE to." 
 
"I will keep you warm."  
 
For some moments Elrohir concentrated on the movements beneath his head. 
The rhythmic ups and downs of Glorfindel´s breathing rocked him gently, and 
the steady heart beat worked as the sweetest of all lullabies. He would have 
fallen asleep, if not for the turmoil in his mind.  
 
"Glorfindel?..." 
 
"Yes?" 
 
Elrohir left the security of his breathing pillow, to face at his tutor. "Do you 
hate me?"  
 
" No. I do not hate you Pen-neth."  
 
The conviction in Glorfindel´s hypnotizing voice was not enough proof for 
Elrohir´s ears so with out releasing the blond´s gaze he continued. "Why are 
you so quiet then?. You have not lectured me yet!"  
 
"I do not feel like scolding you, Elrohir. When I saw you there, covered by the 
snow... I thought..." Breaking eye contact, the elder elf looked away. "What 
you did was stupid." He ended.  
 
"I know..." The embarrassed voice assured, full of regret. 
 
"You scared me." Glorfindel´s blue eyes finally allowed his heart to show. 
Despair finally rose in them.  
 
"I am sorry." 
 
"Try to rest..." Glorfindel shook his head, showing his disapproval of Elrohir´s 
previous actions.  
 
The young elf rested his head on Glorfindel´s shoulder, while one arm circled 
the elder's chest. He would die if Glorfindel was going to hate him for his 
stupidity. Elrohir could not live with that.  
 
Minutes later, Glorfindel felt warm droplets falling on his skin. Elrohir was 
crying.  
 
"Elrohir?" Petting the dark mane of hair, Glorfindel tried to persuade his young 
charge to stop crying. "Elrohir please... Do not cry." His voice was the 
sweetest plea ever heard in the face of Arda. 
 
"I am sorry...but I can not live knowing that you hate me..." Elrohir sobbed, 
wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "I am sorry..." 
Glorfindel let a deep sigh escape his lips, causing the weeping figure wrapped 
in his arms to increase the pace of his tears. "I do not hate you" His hand 
instinctively came to pet the young elf's shoulder. "You have to believe me" 
 
"Then why do you feel so distant?" Elrohir moved once more to face the blue 
gaze of Glorfindel´s eyes. "You are here...". A timid hand found its place in 
Glorfindel´s heart. "Yet. you are not..."  
 
"Ai. Little one..." The blond elf Lord whispered, losing all the ability to hide his 
feelings. That control had been saving him from Elrohir´s innocent and 
unconscious seduction. His younger student was not aware that every 
movement, every soft word, every friendly touch, every smile, was a torture 
to his senses and his heart.  
 
Elrohir noticed the change, he remembered this look, but something deeper 
was shown in it, deeper that what he thought he distinguished the first time he 
paid attention. 

Love. But not the one a tutor felt for his pupil, but love of a lover who 
cherished the other. He could now clearly tell.  
 
The young elf bent, approaching those alluring lips that parted in expectation. 
Uncertain, his lips found Glorfindel´s, one part of him still feared he had 
misread his tutor's feelings, and that he would find himself pushed away; but 
that moment never came. Instead Elrohir found his way in to the warmth of 
Glorfindel´s mouth. The blond elf closed his eyes with a small cry of pleasure 
as Elrohir gained confidence and deepened the kiss, masterfully teasing his 
tongue, which, nearly as insecure as the younger´s, started to respond, 
welcoming the kiss.  

Glorfindel´s hands caressed Elrohir´s back, pressing them almost 
imperceptibly together, as their tongues danced a torturing hot dance. Burning 
flesh met burning flesh as the dark haired elf teasingly pressed his body 
against his tutor's. Their chests rubbed together, Elrohir´s hard nipples 
pressing against awakened flesh.  
 
Their lips parted only when the need for air become unbearable. 
 
Between half open eyelids Glorfindel could see Elrohir looking at him, as if 
trying to memorize every line of his features. His loving fingers joined the 
expedition, tracing the lines that defined his still parted lips. The image of 
those fingers in his mouth was so strong in his mind that he had to pull them 
away gently with his own, to place a sweet kiss on them, before placing the 
hand, back on his heart.  
 
"I love you..." Blue eyes pierced Elrohir´s green, pleading them not to speak. 
"I know what I am saying... I do love you."  
 
"You are too young lirimaer..." Breathlessly the elf Lord petted the elfling´s 
hair. 
 
"I know what I want Glorfindel... And it is you ..." 
 
"Elrohir..."  
 
"I want you, Glorfindel. I love you" The prince's hand started to caress the 
blond elf's cheek, ending the soft motion on his lips. They parted as a delicate 
thumb moved faintly on them.  

Glorfindel closed his eyes, forbidding himself to pull the tempting finger into 
his mouth and suck it, all his body hurt with need, a need, which will not be 
fulfilled this night.  

Featherlike lips pressed against his own rewarding his self control. Another 
moan of repressed desire left his lungs. These were indeed the most loving 
kisses Glorfindel had ever tasted in his all life but his hands gently worked to 
pulled the young elf away. 
 
"I thought... you were enjoying the kiss..." Puzzled eyes looked at him. "Did I 
do something wrong?..."  
 
"No. I was enjoying the kiss Elrohir" *From now own your lips will be the only 
ones I will remember and wish for * Glorfindel wanted to add, but he knew it 
would make it even more difficult to prove the point he was supposed to show. 
"This is not right..." 
He said, also trying to convince himself.  
 
"But I do LOVE you... Is that not enough?" 
 
"You need to experience a lot, Pen-neth." The elder elf pulled a dark strand 
behind the pointy ear. * Only then will you understand what you are offering 
me.*  

"In a few years from now, you will find that what you thought it was love was 
no more but the attraction of a student for his tutor" With a silent sigh he 
continued. "You might even regret that your first kiss was shared with an old 
elf like me, instead of with a young maid or boy, as young and fair as 
yourself."  
 
"You do not love me?" Heartbroken Elrohir pulled away from the warm 
embrace.  
 
"Elrohir..."  
 
Glorfindel´s pleading hand tried to hold Elrohir´s shoulder, only to find it 
shrugged away with a sudden movement. The dark haired elf cupped his face 
in his hands as tears started to run across his blushed features.  
 
"Ai. Elrohir... I do not know how not to hurt you...Please do not cry...My heart 
can not bare to see you cry..." Glorfindel´s words seemed to cause more pain 
in Elrohir´s soul, for the sobbing increased considerably. As the whimpering 
sounds grew deeper, so did Glorfindel´s ache. He truly could not bear to see 
Elrohir hurting. Every single tear that left those young, inexperienced eyes 
pained his heart to the point of despair.  
 
Impulsively, the blond elf moved closer pulling his trembling charge into a 
tight embrace.  
 
"No! I do not want you to hold me... it hurts to know that you will never love 
me... and your touch... is no more than a treacherous illusion of what I will 
never have..." 
 
Tightening his grip around the struggling elf in his arms Glorfindel managed to 
pull Elrohir´s cheek up to cover it with adoring kisses. When the struggles 
ceased he placed his lips against Elrohir´s in a reassuring kiss. "I do love you 
Elrohir... more than anything on the face of Arda" he stated, locking their 
gazes together.  
 
"Then why?...I..." 
 
Shushing the distress in the object of his affection's voice with another light 
kiss the blond Lord continued. "I will wait for you... I will wait for you to find 
out and experience everything you want or need... and then... If you still feel 
what you are feeling at this moment."  
 
"I will..." The anxious voice interrupted, making Glorfindel suppress a chuckle.  
 
"If you still love me... Then I will be yours..." 
 
Elrohir tightened his arms around his tutor's neck resting his head on his 
shoulder petting the straight, golden, hair, after kissing his cheek. 
 
* You will break my heart lirimaer... More than you can imagine...More than 
you can imagine...* 
 
Glorfindel held him tightly, suddenly not wanting to let him go. Because he 
was perfectly aware of what he had recently asked of his young charge. And, 
all of a sudden, he wanted to take all his words back. He did not wanted 
Elrohir to feel the lips, the touch or passion, of any but his own. 
 
 
TBC... 
 
Consulted sources:  
 
* "The Folly of Starlight" series. Footnotes chapter "Another Day" referring to 
Elvish majority standards. www.ithilas.com  
* The grey company. Phrase book. 
* Sindarin Dictionary, "The Sindarin Dictionary Project" Compiled by Didier 
Willies.


Title:   Falling into Temptation.   
Chapter/ Part:   II 

Author: Celebrian.
E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com 
Web Page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Celebrianlotrsfanfiction
Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel    &    Elrond / Mnnn... I'm not gonna tell 
you... Keep reading and you'll find out  :o)
Rating: R / NC17
Summary: After the previous night, Elrohir is having trouble concentrating 
on anything except his blond tutor. 
Disclaimer: I don't own them   :o(    But they all live in my mind.
Warnings: A very ancient being is tempted by a very young one. If the age 
issues bother you, stop here... plus... explicit sex, (No Elrohir/ 
Glorfindel...Yet)
Author's notes:  According to elvish majority standards. An elf reaches 
adulthood at the age of 50 our 21 equivalent. So in this story Elrohir and 
Elladan are between 40 and 41 elvish years. This would make them 17 in 
human standards.  
Elvish Translations: Meleth Nîn: My love.  Naneth: Mother.
Feedback:  Please, Please!  I beg of you.   

Thanks to my Betas Emerald & Evian for doing such a wonderful work   
:o)

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They had arrived to the main house a couple of hours ago. Elrohir was 
now resting on his cosy bed, daydreaming with Glorfindel´s lips, he closed 
his eyes and imagined them brushing softly his own * I want you here... 
kissing me again... * he sighed and opened his eyes at the noise of his door 
been opened.  Elladan hesitantly stepped in.  

"Are you sleeping Elrohir?" The older brother whispered. 

"No Elladan... What do you want?" Elrohir´s voice sounded as usual, but 
he was aware of the hint of reproach that lingered in it. 

"I just wanted to know how you were..." 

"I am well. Glorfindel found me just in time..." Suddenly the younger twin 
wanted his brother to feel guilt, guilt for treating him the way he was 
treating him the last few months. 

"Just in time?" Unsure of his welcoming in his brother's room, Elladan 
walked slowly to the side of the bed Elrohir was curled in.

"I would have been dead if it was not for him..." Elrohir muttered. "I do 
not want to speak of my stupidity Elladan. What do you want?"  The elf 
pronounced from the space between the cover and his face looking at his 
brother trying to rush an answer. 

"I am sorry I made you feel bad. I did not notice Glorfindel was in the 
room with us..." His voice full of sorrow begged for his twin's absolution. 
"I would never do something as cruel as that on purpose...I..."

"I know... but you need to learn to be more cautious with your actions...It 
is not safe to be as impulsive as you are."

"I know..."

"Father is right when he says it could be deadly in battle. Not to mention 
you can cause severe pain to the ones who are close to you..."

"I know..."

Elrohir smiled at his brother's submissiveness. He looked as when they 
were very little and their mother scolded him. 
With Elrond he would question every word, but with Celebrian he would 
look at his feet and nod, inconsolable because he had disappointed his 
naneth. "Come here Elladan..." Elrohir chuckled and pulled the covers 
open in invitation. "Why is it so hard for me, to stay angry at you?" he 
mussed as Elladan slipped in next to him. 

"Because I am adorable?" 

"Do not push your luck, dear brother... You are still in no condition to 
joke..." 

Elladan shifted under the covers to face his twin brother. "Did Glorfindel 
say anything to you? He was fuming when he left. And you know it is not 
easy to disturb him..."

"He was not angry. He was worried..." 

*********************
In the kitchen, the blond elf stared at the white snowflakes falling from the 
sky, while wrapping between his cold hands a cup filled with hot, steamy 
chocolate.  He did not even notice when Elrond came to stand next to him, 
until he placed a hand on his shoulder to get his attention. 

"Elrond!...I am sorry, I did not hear you..."

"It is not easy to catch you daydreaming..." The Lord of the house 
remarked, amused as he sat in the empty seat across the small table. "I 
have not thanked you yet, for bringing Elrohir back and safe." 

"You do not have to thank, me. I will always take care of him... and 
Elladan and Arwen of course... Your family is the closest thing I have to 
one." 

"You are part of this family Glorfindel. You will always be. No matter 
what..." Elrond placed the palm of his hand over Glorfindel´s emphasizing 
his point. 

"Thank you..." The blond elf Lord smiled at the grey piercing eyes staring 
at him, trying to hide his guilt. * You would not be saying this if you knew 
that I love your youngest son the way I do...* 

"Can I ask a favour from you?" After Glorfindel´s nod, Elrond continued. 
"Can you try to find out what is happening with Elrohir? He has been 
acting strange lately."

"Strange? In what manner?" Playing puzzled, the blond eldar asked feign 
concern. 

"I do not know. He spends most of his time studying, other than outside 
like the ones his own age. And now, he would not tell me what the reason 
of his argument with Elladan was." Exhaling a gust of air, Elrond 
materialized his worries. "He would probably talk to you. He has always 
told you everything. Even the secrets he did not dare to share with his 
mother or myself."   The dark haired elf looked back at his blond friend. 
"Can you please try to talk to him? He would not run away from you."

"I will talk to him."

*********************
Later that same day the twins were at the library in the middle of their 
lesson with Erestor. He was explaining the formal ways to request 
materials from other lands. Some example with Mirkwood...but Elrohir's 
mind was in what he considered the heart of Imladris: he wanted to run to 
Glorfindel´s arms. To be close to him, to spread light kisses all over his 
face to end in his lovely pale lips. To feel his arms around his body 
tightening as...

"Which one of the options discussed before do you consider the best in 
this situation?" The dark haired tutor addressed to the younger brother.

*... Glorfindel´s lips on my neck kissing me...Ah...What would I give for a 
taste of your lips right now...*

"Elrohir!" Erestor raised his voice a little to snap his young charge out of 
his musings. 

"Sorry? What... what was the question?..." Elrohir asked startled and 
blushing, at a complete lost.

"Which of the options discussed before do you consider the best in this 
situation?" The elf Lord repeated his question waiting patiently for an 
answer he was sure he would never get. 

"Eh... Options?...Could you repeat them. Please?" 

"I can repeat them ..." Elladan tried in vain to help his brother. Erestor was 
not as patient as Glorfindel was, and he did not like them to get distracted 
when he was explaining.  

"Did you hear the situation to which you are supposed to apply the 
options? Then, obviously, you did not listen."  The obviously annoyed elf 
admonished. 

"I am sorry Erestor." 

"I know this is a boring subject, but you will find it very useful in the 
future. Elladan, could you make a summary of our class for your brother?"

Minutes later, when Elrohir was arguing with Elladan that his point of 
view was the best option to solve the hypothetical situation, he was 
distracted by Glorfindel´s lovely musical voice.  His brother was speaking, 
but he needed to find the source of such a charming sound.   Glorfindel 
crossed the stone entry with his father; they where talking softly but he 
could hear them perfectly.  Ah... That melodic voice was the perfect match 
for the perfect beauty who carried it. Elrohir almost trembled at the 
memory of the blond´s whisper against his sensitive ear. * The image of 
perfection... * Elrohir forced himself to face his twin, who fortunately was 
talking to Erestor allowing him to observe the blond elf a few more 
seconds... but when his eyes reached the place they had been standing 
before, he found them gone. Elrohir sighed frustrated, calling Erestor´s 
attention. 

"Are we boring you? Elrohir?"  Erestor said, causing the prince's head to 
snap in his direction to face him. 

"No!... I just... got distracted with ...a noise."

"A noise?..."

"I am sorry...I will pay attention... I promise"

"Very well..."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

Dinner was finally over. It had been torture. Elrohir did not dare to look at 
Glorfindel, for he knew that if he did, he would linger indefinitely on 
those exquisite features. The fact that he was sitting in front of him did not 
help at all. But instead, he managed to focus on Elladan´s chat. 

During winters dinners were quiet events, usually their father, Glorfindel, 
Erestor, Elladan and himself; no visitors or guest arrived until early 
springtime, unless it was an urgent matter, of course.  Like Galdor´s visit... 
he brought some important news from Cirdan and he would be staying a 
few more weeks at Imladris until the weather settled, allowing him to ride 
the now closed paths. 

How much the twins enjoyed these moments, these dinners where they 
were able to speak their minds with out the disapproving look on their 
mother's face. They were able to speak about orcs, hunting skills, battle 
strategies... with no one to shush them, on the contrary. Sometimes, the 
table members extended the talks to the meetings in the halls of Fire.  
They loved their mother, but they had to admit that when she stayed in 
Lórien, they were free... Well as much free as a young elf could be... even 
their father seemed in a better mood sometimes. 

Elrohir entered the Hall of Fire approaching the only source of light. He 
laid on the warm, flat paving stone and watched the playful shadowy, 
flickering forms that danced at an unsteady pace, from the wall to the 
ceiling. The shadows were being born only to die within less than a 
second. 
How he wished Glorfindel were here with him. Holding him close to his 
body, tangled in those strong arms Elrohir so much cherished...

************* 

Glorfindel stood at the great hall's entrance, pondering on following his 
feelings or going back the way he came...

He stood quietly under the ornate door frame, mussing at his young 
charge's beauty... 
He did seem older than his age, and he definitely was very mature for his 
short life. But not mature enough in the field of love since he has never 
showed interest in it, declining every suggestion or invitation that was 
made to him... no matter if it was a girl or a boy... Glorfindel had seen him 
pull them away with such a fine elegance...   

The blond elf stepped into the dark room without giving the idea a second 
thought.  "Would you allow me to take you away from your reverie for a 
few moments?"


The familiar sound made Elrohir´s eyes shut for a couple of seconds, 
reminding him once again his beloved's soft whisper against his ear...a 
weak smile forming on the corner of his lips...

"Unless you are expecting company of course..." Glorfindel knew there 
was nobody who Elrohir might be waiting. Elladan went to find his latest 
crush and his father had called the evening off.  Something deep in his 
heart told him he might be intruding... Maybe it was the false certainty 
that, in a not so distant future, the young beauty, who earlier declared his 
utterly pure love to him, would be desiring for the arms of another but 
his...
Big green eyes, lit by a joyous smile, found his own.

"Only you..." Elrohir sat in his place not leaving Glorfindel´s eyes in the 
process. "But I was not sure the Valar would grant me my wish..." The 
young prince could not suppress a victorious grin, as the pale, blond elf's 
cheeks blushed as consequence of his words. 

The elder elf sat a few steps away from Elrond´s younger son and looked 
up at the uncoordinated dance of shadows performing on the wall. 

Both elves remained speechless for several minutes; their hearts pounding 
faster and faster as different, appealing ideas crossed their minds...

They craved for the other's touch. Even the most innocent one... but none 
dared to move... 

The young elf imagined himself sitting in his tutor's lap, facing him, 
encircling him with his legs, slaughtering all possibilities of escape... his 
own lips trailing their way up alongside the soft skin of his neck to find 
other lips, and eventually the overwhelming sensation of his warm 
mouth...But instead, he rested his head in Glorfindel´s thigh, placing a 
hand in his knee.  He felt the body tensing at the sudden contact, only to 
feel it loosen up again to it's normal relaxed state.  
His eyelids fluttered as a gentle hand petted his hair soothingly tangling 
it's fingers between the dark locks. 

"What is it you wanted to talk to me?..." 

"Erestor mentioned to me you were distracted this afternoon, during his 
lecture..." 

"Ai... I was... I got distracted at the memory of your lips..." Elrohir purred, 
unaware of the tempting power of his voice, so enraptured he was by the 
soothing sensation of the ministrations to his hair.  Causing Glorfindel´s 
eyelids to shut lightly   "I told him I was sorry..." the voice came as a soft 
whisper. 

In another occasion the elf Lord might have said something, chastising 
Elrohir´s lack of attention, pointing the benefits of a well educated elf;  but 
this treacherous voice seemed to leave him without a coherent thought.  

"Also your father asked me to talk to you..." The blond elf managed to 
say... only to find his speech interrupted...

"If you mention that another person sent you to talk to me, you will make 
me believe that they are the only reason you came ..." 

Was not that the reason for his interruption of Elhoir's resting? Elrond had 
asked him to speak with his son. That was why he came looking for 
him...Was it not?

"Was that your ONLY reason?..." purred the figure resting on his lap.

Glorfindel thought it would be a good idea to run out off the room. If 
Elrohir kept using that tone of voice, he would be insane in less than 
minutes... It was driving him crazy with desire... The blond elf wondered 
if this was the same cadence Elrohir´s voice would have after he made 
love... resting in the protection of his lovers arms ... If it was not, it would 
be very close to...The head resting on his lap shifted... Elrohir was now 
looking at him waiting for an answer... Losing himself in the two emeralds 
of Elrohir´s eyes, Glorfindel realized that he, indeed, had came at Elrond´s 
request. But that was not the main reason of his interruption, it was merely 
the excuse to be near his young love, alone and in the bliss of his 
company.

"Glorfindel?..." 

"I ..." 

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Elrond entered his bedroom, only a couple of candles lit the place with a 
soft caress of glow besides the burning fire. 

A smile found it's home in Elrond´s lips as he acknowledged the figure 
standing close to the window. 

"Have I kept you waiting for long?..." 

"Waiting for you always has its rewards..." The slim figure approached the 
Lord of the house, standing closely in front of him.

"Is that so?" Elrond whispered sensually as the long fingers traced their 
way up through his chest to pass his shoulders and enclose his neck, 
pushing him to his own body.  

"Yes..." The elf spoke softly to the other's lips. "Always..." pressing their 
bodies closer the elf kissed the Lord hungrily, eliciting a deep moan as a 
responding tongue answered the kiss. 

Elrond felt the grip on his waist tighten as his lover lead him to the bed not 
breaking the kiss. He felt his body crushed into the mattress. Sitting on it, 
he welcomed the other elf to stand in front of him, between his parted legs, 
allowing them the proximity their bodies ached for. His robe was quickly 
thrown open and off his body, the shirt followed. 
After a passionate, ardent kiss, a cold hand faintly pressed his chest 
pulling him against the soft elven fabric of delicate sheets. 
Kisses were been traced down across his chest following the center line, 
marked by his muscles. Now the kisses stopped at his navel only to give 
pace at a wet hot tongue. After a full circle, it continued it's way down to 
the waist ... His trousers were pulled open swiftly revealing the full length 
of his arousal. 
His lover took him deeply into his mouth and throat, pulling Elrond´s cock 
in and out of his mouth at a steady speed. Elrond wriggled in spite of his 
lover's strong hold on his hips, as the overwhelming sensation of release 
invaded his senses. 
The warm source of pleasure did not linger in Elrond´s stiffed member. 
Instead traveled to the sacks under it, kissing them gently while running 
his finger alongside his thighs. 
His pants were pulled entirely off as the trace of kisses crossed his groin. 
His legs were flexed and pulled up. 
Again the strong hands held him firmly from his waist, pulling him to the 
edge of the bed. 
Elrond´s body arched from the mattress with a loud moan as his lover's 
tongue teased the puckered opening of his body. 
In the middle of his own noises, the half elf could hear as the other's elf 
trousers slipping down his body. 
Trembling with anticipation he forced his head up to find his lover 
bending over his chest to suck a hard nipple. His fingers tangled in the 
long, straight, silky hair, inducing that skilful mouth to his own. A muffled 
growl came from the other elf's lips intertwined with his. 
Without leaving Elrond´s eyes, the other elf drew back and, with a swift 
trust, entered the other's body.  
The Lord of Imladris felt his lover's member impaling his body with each 
trust, cold hands slid under his buttocks, his body was slightly lifted from 
the mattress and with this new angle his lover found the spot he was 
aiming for, making Elrond cry out of pleasure...his hands started to work 
his length rhythmically with his lover's strokes. 
Lusty eyes watched as his hand slid up and down. Elrond´s performance 
drew the other elf's motions to increase in speed and profundity pulling 
him to the edge. 
Arching his back, the pearly liquid of ecstasy spilled between his fingers.
The Lord of Imladris could fell his lover closer. 
Pulling his fingers up to his mouth Elrond tasted his own release, making 
the other elf throw his head back and end inside of him while crying out 
his name. 
After retrieving his member from Elrond´s body the other elf fell heavily 
on top of him. 

Petting adoringly the exhausted elf's back, Elrond whispered to him.  
"Come... Let us get into bed..."

"Mnnn... I will have to remove the rest of my clothes first..."  His partner 
complained while snuggling closer.

"Since when do you complain about removing your clothes?" Elrond 
chuckled.

"Since you exhausted me..."

"I? I exhausted you?..."

"You always do... Meleth Nîn..."  The elf whispered smiling against the 
soft skin of the half elf's neck.

Elrond cradled the elf in his arms, closer to his heart. He had learnt not to 
complain at his lover's random need of possessiveness and control. And 
the main fact was that he enjoyed it... He enjoyed when this particular elf 
took all his power away from him. These moments with him were the 
small amount of time he could feel free. "I will have to remove them, 
then..." He said, rolling gently the body on top of him to the mattress. 
After placing a tender kiss on the other lips, Elrond removed the rest of his 
clothing and they slipped into bed. 

His lover's back rested against his chest and Elrond´s hand was cradled 
selfishly against a beating heart. 

Elrond held the now submissive elf protectively, listening to his evened 
breathing. 

"These moments are the ones that make waiting for you worthy of my 
patience..." the other elf mumbled...

Elrond smiled and kissed the other's head, whispering softly to the silky 
hair. "I love you Erestor..."

"I love you too Meleth Nîn." Came the hushed whisper.

Erestor did not turn, but Elrond knew a blissful smile was playing on his 
lips. 

TBC...


Title:   Falling into Temptation:   
Chapter/ Part: 3

Author: Celebrian.
E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com
Web page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Celebrianlotrsfanfiction
Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel    &    Elrond / Erestor.
Rating: PG13
Summary: Not a regular morning.
Disclaimer: I don't own them   :o(    But they all live in my mind.
Warnings:  Angst? 
Author's notes:   According to elvish majority standards. An elf reaches 
adulthood at the age of 50 our 21 equivalent. So in this story Elrohir and 
Elladan are between 40 and 41 elvish years. This would make them 17 in 
human standards.
Elvish Translations:  Pen-neth: Young one.  //   Lirimaer: Lovely one.   
// Meleth Nîn: My love.  
Feedback:  Please, Please!  I beg of you.         

Special Thanks to my wonderful betas Emerald and Elaine.

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The sun was starting to rise, its rays  slowly illuminating the room...

Elrond woke as the elf still wrapped in his arms snuggled closer to him in 
his sleep. He smiled at the comfortable sensation of Erestor´s warm body 
against his own, and petting softly the locks of dark hair he bent softly to 
kiss him. 
Another smile was borne on his lips as an annoyed sound came out from 
his lover's appealing lips while shifting faintly in Elrond´s arms.. 

He loved the elf in his arms... He would never allow somebody or 
something to take him away from him... He would never put their 
relationship in danger again... Never... No matter how great the cost may 
seem... Nor his duties to others... 

********

" I am honoured My Lady... But it would not be fair to you, or your 
daughter if I take her as my wife..."  He had tried to reply... "My heart 
already has an owner..."

"Will HE give you heirs?..."  Galadriel only smiled at the discomfort of 
The Lord of Imladris, "You will need heirs Elrond Peredhil, your children 
will play a great role in the future of middle earth, and we can not afford 
to risk it..." The White Lady rounded on her prey as quietly as the most 
experienced predator... She knew what she was supposed to accomplish 
and she would not stop until she got it.  "You are not allowed to change 
the future the Valar have written for all of us, the consequences may be 
devastating... Some will have to make sacrifices and among those 
significant peoples are you and my daughter..."

"You will doom your child to a loveless marriage?"

"Do you not consider the cause worthy enough?"

"That is not what I have asked." With a penetrating look Elrond stared at 
Galadriel. "I will never be able to love her. My heart it is not mine to offer 
anymore"

"It is written...She will have to understand ..." quietly she answered. 

*************
"You always wake first..." The sleepy voice complained while stretching 
under the sheets. Erestor shifted to look at Elrond. "What are you 
thinking?" aware of the pain reflected in Elrond´s eyes.

"Nothing important..." Elrond smiled trying to hide the bitterness his 
memories caused him. "You slept well?"

"Yes. But do not try to avoid my question..."

"Nothing you should worry about Meleth Nîn..." The Lord of Imladris 
found the tress of hair he was playing with quietly pulled away while 
Erestor sat to get a better look at his lover. Elrond looked at him 
pleadingly, but he knew Erestor would not stop till he knew the reason of 
his pain. "Only memories... Painful memories."

"You can ease your heart with me...I prefer your worried expression to this 
one...", caressing Elrond´s cheek, Erestor smiled at him tenderly. "You 
seem hopeless..."

"No... I am not hopeless, and never will be if you remain by my side..." 
cupping his lover's hand over his own cheek the Lord of Imladris 
murmured. 

"Stop thinking about that..." Knowing what particular memory was 
troubling his beloved, Erestor kissed the worries loving and tenderly away. 
"It is the past...and I thought I had proved to you that I can not live without 
you..."

"I am sorry..."

"I do not blame you for your decision anymore, Meleth Nîn. Why do you 
keep this internal torture?" 

"I took all your rights away from you. Rights you deserved and I would 
like you to have. You are the owner of my heart... you should be wearing 
that ring. Not her. I can not ... believe I..." Elrond hushed as strong arms 
folded him protectively. 

"Shhh... I do not need a ring... for I am sure of your heart and that is all 
that matters to me. You LOVE me and that is all I need.". Petting the 
troubled elf in his arms soothingly. "I do know you love me..." 

Elrond leaned into the embrace, trying to forbid the tears forming in the 
corner of his eyes. He had cried few times in his long life, but any time he 
remembered how close he was from loosing the love of his life he could 
not hold them back.

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Glorfindel shifted, uncomfortable in his bed. This was the second day he 
could not counsel sleep. He closed his eyes, replaying again and again last 
night's events.

****************
"If you mention that another person sent you to talk to me, you will make 
me believe that they are the only reason you came ...Was that your ONLY 
reason?..."

Elrohir had asked with the most sensual and enthralling voice Glorfindel 
had ever heard. He could not discriminate if it was the voice itself or his 
own feelings for the young elf speaking louder. 

"...I..." trying to find a way out from his answer Glorfindel looked up to 
see Galdor entering the room. 

"I am sorry I was not aware that you were here..."

"Can we assist you with something, my dear friend?" He had managed to 
say politely to the surprised, uncomfortable elf.

"No. I was only cold and this is the warmest room...but I will leave you to 
your business" 

"No need for that. We were only discussing some small problems..."

"Come joined us Galdor. The warmth of fire is a very pleasant sensation 
after the cold temperature of the other rooms. And as Glorfindel said we 
were not talking about  anything of great importance."

Glorfindel looked at Elrohir still resting comfortably in his lap and then 
back to Galdor, who after a moment of hesitation approached. He sat a 
few steps away from them.  And at Elrohir´s request the Haven's elf 
started to re-tell his last journey to the undying lands. 

The prince of Imladris did not move, he remained in Glorfindel´s lap until 
the story ended, and then he retired to his own chambers after claiming to 
be tired. 

Galdor did not say a word about the situation, but for his early reaction as 
he entered the room and saw the young boy staring at his blond tutor with 
such intensity and his tutor's response to those loving green eyes. 
Glorfindel was more than positive that the messenger from the west had 
noticed their feelings for each other. 

*****************

How could he let this happen? Why was he incapable of controlling his 
feelings?  Elrohir was so young... and inexperienced, it is normal he could 
not. But  he.? How could he lose his self control under the advances of an 
elfling?

Not wanting to give these torturing ideas a second thought, Glorfindel 
jumped out of bed and started his morning routine. 

Maybe Erestor could take his turn with the boys and he could go for a 
walk. To clear his mind, or at least try.


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Elrohir woke, hearing a dull noise in his room.  Lifting his head to find its 
source, he saw Lindir adding wood to the almost extinguished fire.  He let 
it fall again to the pillow with a heavy sight. 

"Good morning Lindir..."

"Good morning young Elrohir..."  Lindir spoke while adding the last 
pieces of wood to the fire. "How did you sleep?"

"Ah... well, ...I suppose..." Elrohir doubted.  

"Some distressing dream?"  The older elf stood next to the bed. 

"No..." Elrohir smiled at Lindir´s concerned expression. "No, I slept well." 
He assured. "Have you woken  Elladan? Or is he already awake?" 

"Your brother did not seem to have slept in his room. The bed is 
untouched, and the fire dead."

"Father is going to kill him..." 

"Your father has not awoken yet."

"Maybe I can find him before father does, and grounds him for the rest of 
his life..."  Elrohir jumped from his bed, got dressed quickly and stormed 
out of the room. 

*******************

Elrohir passed Glorfindel´s room down the corridor and wondered if 
Glorfindel would be sleeping.  The prince of Imladris smiled at the 
attractive image of  his own arms wrapped safely around the blond 
sleeping elf. Sighting at the memory of the previous night Elrohir felt he 
might have been wrapped around his beloved now if not for the 
unfortunate interruption of Galdor. 

Ah... How much had he wanted to tell Galdor to leave. Or just remain 
silent, but he hated to see Glorfindel so uncomfortable.  Besides, he would 
find a second chance. 


*******************
Knocking Elladan´s new sweetheart's  bedroom door, he heard some 
hurried noises. 

The door opened and the young black haired elf appeared, his chest naked. 

"Sorry to interrupt but I need to find my brother." 

"He is not here..."

"He is not?" surprised Elrohir looked past the younger boy to find another 
in his bed, but not his brother.  "He found out?"

"We talked... last night." 

Elrohir left. He needed to find his brother. 

* Elladan´s favourite places. Think Elrohir. Where does he hide when he 
is upset? ... The watch tower *  

Going back the way he came, Elrohir headed to the tower. He bumped into 
Erestor who was leaving his father private chambers. 

"Why the hurry Pen neth?" Erestor said amused at his younger charge's 
rush.

"I..." Elladan was right, he was terrible when it come to inventing excuses.  
His dark haired tutor's gaze was piercing his for an answer. "I need to find 
Elladan..." Elrohir finally whispered quietly so his father would not hear.  
"He argued or something with his boyfriend, and Lindir told me he had 
not slept in his room last night."

"Have you checked the tower? That seems to be his favourite  hiding 
place."

"I was heading there..."

"I will help you look for him if you not find him there." 

"Thankyou Erestor." Elrohir smiled at his tutor and suddenly wanted to 
ask him why was he always so firm. He was good to him and Elladan, and 
Elrohir knew he loved them as much as Glorfindel, Lindir or sometimes 
even like his father but he was always so rigid.  The only time Elrohir 
remembered seeing him loosen up was one late night when he found him 
with his father in the study. They were talking sitting on the floor carpet 
next to the fire. He was smiling broadly and listening to his father's 
amusing story with such a delight, as if he were listening to the most 
precious words he had ever heard. 

Elrohir stopped his way to the tower turning on his heels to look 
suspiciously at Erestor leaving his father's chamber doors behind him.

Was Erestor something more to his father than a friend and 
advisor?...Waking his father was not the task you assign to a high 
counsellor... Suddenly Elrohir found himself doubting of his father's true 
relationship with his seneschal. Mixed feelings formed in him heart, but 
shaking his head Elrohir pushed them away momentarily. He needed to 
find Elladan. 

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Erestor entered the dinning room where breakfast was going to be served 
this day and any other until spring time, and approached  Glorfindel who 
was daydreaming in his own world, again. 

"Good morning Glorfindel." Erestor said amused at his long time friend's 
distraction, making the blond elf snap quickly out of his wondering. 

"Good morning Erestor." 

"Should I worry about your dreaminess? Or is it a passing condition?"  He 
mussed at the blond eldar.

"I hope it is passing..." Glorfindel smiled at his friend. "How did you 
sleep?" Erestor could not restrain the twitch forming on the corner of his 
lips, barely preventing a smile. "I see..."

"You?"

"I could not find rest. Which reminds me... Could you take charge on my 
lessons with the twins? I need to go for a walk." 

"It is no problem. I have plenty of free time with this weather. But I am 
afraid the boys would not be in condition for their classes today. Anyway I 
will try to keep them busy. I will find some hard labours to distract them 
from their amorous problems." 

"What happened?" Glorfindel asked concerned. But not for Elrohir really, 
he seemed alright the last time he saw him. 

"It seems Elladan broke up with his boyfriend last night."

"Sometimes I wish they had remained little. Do you remember how easy it 
was to make them smile again after something had made them sad?" 

"Yes..." Erestor smiled sitting next to Glorfindel. "I remember..."

"Elrohir is talking to Elladan?"

"He collided with me when I was leaving Elrond´s room. He was heading 
to the tower. But don't worry I told him to tell me if he did not find his 
brother there"  Erestor noticed the change of light in Glorfindel´s eyes at 
the mention of the younger prince's name. What was that?. He would have 
to pay attention. 
Erestor was aware of the youngster's feelings for his blond tutor but he had 
never noticed that they might be returned. 

"Good morning." Elrond said as he entered the room and sat on the head 
of the table in his usual place. "They have not came down yet?"

"Elladan broke up with his boyfriend last night, and Elrohir went to talk to 
him. But neither of you is aware of it. "

"Ah... Sometimes I wish they had remained little..." The Lord of Imladris 
looked puzzled at his friends as they broke out chuckling. 

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Elrohir entered inaudibly the small room to find his twin brother sitting 
under a closed window. He was crying, and from the appearance of his 
face he had been crying for a long time.  
Slowly Elrohir sat next to him. 

"You want to talk?" 

He asked, and received a weak shake of Elladan´s head as the only 
response.  
Elrohir´s arm circled Elladan´s shoulders pulling him into a peaceful 
embrace.  The sobbing figure snuggled on his shoulder seeking 
desperately for his brother's comfort. 

"I was a fool..." Elladan muttered after a long moment.

"You were not. You were in love." Petting his brother's dark hair.

"I should have not trusted him like I did. I should have known better..."

"If you had not trusted him you would have not been able to love him. 
Those two things go together. You can not love someone you do not 
trust."

"Ai... Can you spare me your logic now, Elrohir? Please? I am not in the 
mood."

They remained embraced silent in the tower for long time, the pale 
sunlight finally illuminated every corner of the small room. 

Erestor entered the room to find Elladan resting in Elrohir´s lap. He 
noticed the trace of tears in the pale flesh of his checks, but said nothing. 

"Here you are."

Elladan sat leaning on the wall. The last thing he needed was Erestor mad 
at them so early in the morning. 

"Are you two planning to spend the rest of the day here or will you come 
down to take your lessons?"

"I am sorry Erestor. I held Elrohir here. Tell Glorfindel we will be in the 
library within a few seconds "

"Glorfindel asked me to take his class this morning."

"Why?". Elrohir exclaimed, unable to contain his anxiety. "Something 
happened?"

"He wanted to go for a walk. Now hurry. I will be waiting for you in the 
Halls of Fire."

"Sword practice?!" Elladan asked exited.

"Yes..."Erestor answer with a smile on his lips. Maybe it was not so hard 
to make them smile after all. Even if it was only for a short period of time. 
Erestor moved away from the doorway and let the twins pass before him 
and watched them walk ahead. 

They were so alike. Yet so different.


TBC...
 




Title:   Falling into Temptation:   
Chapter/ Part: 4

Author: Celebrian.
E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com
Web page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Celebrianlotrsfanfiction
Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel    &    Elrond / Erestor.
Rating: PG13
Summary: Elrohir wonders about the true nature of Erestor´s relationship 
with his father. Glorfindel´s rationality is painfully winning over his heart. 
Disclaimer: I don't own them   :o(    But they all live in my mind.
Warnings:  Angs. 	
Author's notes:   According to elvish majority standards. An elf reaches 
adulthood at the age of 50 our 21 equivalent. So in this story Elrohir and 
Elladan are between 40 and 41 elvish years. This would make them 17 in 
human standards.
Elvish Translations:  Pen-neth: Young one.  //   Lirimaer: Lovely one.   
Feedback:  Please, Please!  I beg of you.         


Special thanks to my wonderful betas Emerald & Elaine.  :o)  This story 
would not be the same with out their help. Thankyou girls!

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Some hours later in sword practice...Elladan was unleashing his fury 
against Erestor´s sword, while Elrohir sat pensive pretending to be 
watching their fictitious fight. 

"Be careful you two... I do not want to loose nor my son nor my chief 
advisor..." A deep voice at the main door got their attention. .

"Father!...I have beaten Erestor!"

"You did?" Arching an eyebrow, to express surprise Elrond looked at his 
lover staring at the stone floor before facing him.  

"He did..." Erestor confirmed nodding with a successful smile at the wide 
grin in the oldest twin's face. 

"You told me, only one with great agility and strength could beat 
him...and I did, now I am ready to face some orcs ...We can go 
patrolling!..."  Elladan assured anxious to his father.

"You have not been able to defeat Glorfindel or me yet...when you and 
your brother do that. We will consider..." 

"That is no fair!!! Elrohir will never beat Glorfindel!..." Elladan stated 
without paying attention to his words, until he realized what he was about 
to say. "...Glorfindel is too fast for him..." he ended hoping he had not 
made public his brother's secret crush...again. 

The pensive elf sitting in a corner threw his brother a killing glance.

"So is Erestor, and you beat him..." Elrond said in Elrohir´s defence, 
playing dumb to the tense situation Elladan had recently created for his 
brother.

"I was distracted!" The dark haired elf stated not so quietly.  

"Still counts". Elladan chided to his tutor proudly.

"Distracted?. You should know better Erestor..." Elrond teased him. 

"As if you never got distracted in practice..." Staring hardly to Elrond the 
dark haired tutor retorted, trying not to smirk at the Lord of Imladris shyly 
breaking eye contact.
	
"Let us see if you can beat me too..." Daring his son he smiled at the 
remembrance of shared memories, The Lord of the house took his robe off 
and threw it to one side on the floor and took the sword his lover was 
using.

Stepping outside the stones square that had been settled as the fight zone,  
Erestor sat next to Elrohir. "What worries you. Pen-Neth?" The dark 
haired tutor asked  after watching his skilful lover in combat with his son 
for some moments.

"Do you think Glorfindel is well?. Elrohir mumbled uncertain if his 
outspoken concern  revealed more than he really wanted. "He left this 
morning and he has not came back yet...The weather is so cruel"

"I am sure he is well. He knows how to take care of himself." Erestor tried 
to emphasise his answer with a reassuring smile. 

"I know..." The young elf sighted heavily with worry. * But I  still wish he 
was  here... so I could stop worrying about his safety *

Erestor´s attention went back to the sword play. He watched his lover 
move from one side to the other efficiently avoiding contact with his son's 
sword.

 Elladan was the twin most similar to their father, he was a little stronger 
than Elrohir and his resistance in a fight was superior to his brother's too, 
whilst Elrohir was better at strategies and was also very clever when it 
came to planning different tactics. 
They both had strong tempers and were very obstinate; Erestor found 
himself smiling at the mental image of an obstinate Elrond. The difference 
between the two brothers was clear to everybody's eye.  Elrohir was subtle 
in the way he got the things he wanted, he charmed his prey, and you 
would not be aware of his temper unless you provoked him. Instead 
Elladan would always argue until he defeated his enemy, and this way he 
got whatever his wish was granted. 
Every day that passed they looked more to their father...

* * * * * * * * * * * *  
Elrohir watched his brother's desperate attempt to defeat their father and 
he smiled at the almost impossible task. Their father was too fast for them 
and he indeed had caught Erestor distracted, obviously concerned for the 
quietness of the younger twin sitting at the side. Elrohir shifted faintly his 
head to watch his dark haired tutor. 
Erestor did not look back at Elrohir. He was too absorbed in the elves 
practicing in the fighting square. 
The image of Erestor leaving his father's private chambers, that morning 
started Elrohir thinking...
Erestor has been friends with his father since before Elrohir and Elladan 
were born but so was Glorfindel and their relationship was not the same. 
As a small child and not so often the times he had surprised his father with 
Glorfindel they... spoke and laugh and make jokes, but... something was 
different. 
For as long as he could remember Erestor was the one in charge of waking 
his father every morning, he planned his agenda for the day, he sat at 
Elrond´s right hand at the table when Celebrian was not in Imladris, and 
the few times she was in Imladris he would take the left side next to The 
Lord of the house, usually occupied by Glorfindel. 
He never seemed to leave his father's side. Erestor only left the city when 
he needed to check the border patrols, or carry out some other task that 
was his responsibility as chief advisor to the city. Was their relationship 
based on nothing but friendship? Elrohir felt he that might have started to 
imagine things. This had been like this all his life... Why should something 
have changed now? Or was he so blind that he did not notice?. 
The youngest prince looked at his tangled hands... And there was also his 
mother... But then she was never there ... She had stayed in Lórien for full 
years or more since the twins were six, leaving him and Elladan alone in 
the loving care of their father and his acquaintances.  Erestor, Glorfindel 
and Lindir. 
* They have raised   us...* Elrohir realized as he looked at Erestor, who 
this time, looked back at him, puzzled by the look he found in his big 
green eyes. THEY had always been here for them and something in his 
heart told the young prince, they will always be.

"Still worried for Glorfindel?"

"No... Well yes I am worried. But that was not what I was just thinking." 
Elrohir smiled warmly at his tutor and looked at his father finally making 
Elladan drop his sword with a clean hit. 

"I am afraid you are not going to face orcs for quite some time..." Elrond 
teased his oldest son, giving him his sword back. "Elrohir, why so quiet?" 

"He IS quiet." Elladan remarked lifting the discarded weapons from the 
floor as Erestor stood to help. 
 
"No particular reason father..." Smiling he rose to help the others picking 
the different instruments from the floor. 

"Well you two go get a warm bath. We are suppose to have dinner within 
two hours."

"Shall we take these to their places Erestor? Or are we going to use them 
tomorrow?" Elladan asked, holding some weapons in his arms trying hard, 
not to drop a single one. 

"Put them in their places..." As his two young charges left he added. "I do 
not want Lindir scolding me because of a disorderly house. Elrond 
chuckled with this last comment attracting his lover's gaze to him. 
"Pleased to amuse you My Lord..."

"He is right, you are not very...organized. You never were."

"Well...You should know about that..." Erestor said fondly looking 
intently into the Lord of Imladris' grey eyes.

"Come..." They started to walk side by side. "We need a bath too."

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Elrond was leaning comfortably in the bath tub, his arm around Erestor´s 
chest embracing him closer to his own. His hand drew random patterns 
over his lover's wet, soapy torso with a sponge. 
Erestor leaned his head contentedly on Elrond´s shoulder and found a 
sweet, adoring kiss being placed on his cheek. Shifting slightly his head, 
the way affectionate ministration was coming, he found his lips assaulted 
with a tender brush of his lover's over his own. 
Elrond´s hand cupped Erestor´s face, caressing gently his cheek with a 
thumb. Their eyes met and a loving smile playing on their lips spoke of 
their mutual love. Words were not needed. Sometimes they did not seem 
to convey their meanings... It was in times like this, that the lovers opted 
for the protective sensation of a warm, tender embrace. 

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Elrohir had not seen Glorfindel all day. He had left early in the morning 
and Elrohir was not sure he had came back, but it was worth trying to find 
him. The young elf searched all Glorfindel´s favourite resting places. The 
search finally paid off when he saw the blond elf sitting on a rock next to 
the pool of water below the house. 
This was one of Elrohir´s favourite places too. Most of the flowers that 
grew here were not found anywhere else in Imladris. To live they needed 
the constant humidity provided by the natural warm water, emanating 
from a crack in the mountain.
The elder elf sat there, pensive, staring into the crystalline water at his 
feet. He was bare chested, hugging his legs with both his arms, and damp 
hair running all along the length of his back. The disregarded shirt rested 
at his side as well as his boots. Elrohir felt his heart was going to leap out 
of his rib cage for it was beating so loudly and fast that he almost needed 
to sit in his place and concentrate on his breathing.  Glorfindel was 
beautiful, the most beautiful elf in the face of Arda and probably Valinor 
too, to Elrohir´s eyes. 

"It seems, that spending all day in the wild was not enough time for your 
thoughts..." Elrohir whispered as he approach to sit next to the blond eldar, 
snapping Glorfindel out off his trance. 

"Indeed it was not..." He saw at his young charge sitting next to him for a 
moment and then he turned his gaze back to the steamy water at his feet.

"I can listen if you want to talk..." The young prince stated timidly.

"I know I can count on you Pen-Neth" Glorfindel smiled at the young elf. 
"And I am grateful for that but this... I can not discuss with you."

Elrohir looked up as the blond elf avoided his eyes and looking directly at 
him and that strange behaviour helped confirm Elrohir´s suspicions. He 
had always known that Glorfindel was an insightful creature, but he had 
never had problems sharing his ideas with his young student. Maybe this, 
he could not discuss with Elrohir because he was  part of the problem. 
Was Elrohir the cause of the war Glorfindel´s intellect was desperately 
trying to win over his heart? ...The young elf had never really thought 
about the moral and ethical contradictions and doubts his declaration 
would create in his tutor's heart or mind. Especially if he felt the same way 
Elrohir did... he had said he loved him. He had assured him so. And 
Elrohir had also sensed the strong feeling in every tender soothing touch. 
His lips and his beautiful eyes had left no scope for doubt either.  

Elrohir wanted to erase all worries away from that beautiful face, but he 
did not know how to do so. The only thing that came to his mind was to 
hold the distressed elf tightly against him, embrace him and kiss all 
worries away. But this was not his right...           * yet *... instead Elrohir 
placed his hand over Glorfindel´s, and after a few seconds the dark haired 
prince felt long fingers tangling with his own, he looked the interlaced 
fingers holding his hand steady but hesitant; as if the other did not dare to 
allow such proximity. Elrohir melted at the uncertainty of the eldar 
towards the innocent touch, for he had always been determined in every 
decision Elrohir had seen him take.
The prince of Imladris smiled tenderly, and with his free hand cupped 
Glorfindel´s cheek to caress it gently. He bent closely and his lips brushed 
a soft tentative kiss over the porcelain skin of the free cheek, looking up 
he saw Glorfindel´s  eyelashes starting to flutter open to see him, but 
Elrohir acted before giving them more time. He  kissed the blond elf once 
more. And with each tender seductive kiss, he trailed his way to parted 
lips. Elrohir, kissed the upper lip feathery like first, and then the lower 
one.

"Elrohir...Please..." * I am not... strong enough...to push you away any 
more...*   Glorfindel´s whisper pleaded against the young elf's lips.  "You 
do not know..."

"I do know I love you ..." Elrohir said reassuringly looking into 
Glorfindel´s blue eyes. "Why is it so hard for you to believe it?..." with a 
whisper the young prince asked while pulling an ignored strand of blond 
hair away from the eldar´s face. 

With a sight Glorfindel looked away from the loving green eyes waiting 
for an answer. * I can not have your heart only to know that I will lose it 
when you realized that what you thought it was love it was not 
Lirimaer...* instead the blond elf manage to say. "You have lots of things 
to experience Pen-Neth... Only that experience will lead you to true love."

"You say I am not old enough to know what love is?...". Hurt the young 
prince looked at his tutor. 

"...Yes..." Glorfindel muttered covering the reflection of his own pain in 
his voice. 

"Did experience and time help you find love? True love?..."

"Yes... once..." The blond elf commanded himself to maintain eye contact. 
He needed to hurt Elrohir, to push him away somehow...it was for his own 
good. * and as you started loving me you will start hating me...Meleth Nîn 
*

"Who?..."  The  forced sound came out of the youngster's lips. Did Elrohir 
really want to hear this?. Did he want to know the name of that one who 
once held Elrohir´s most longed treasure? the elder's heart? "No... I do not 
want to know". He looked down at the crystalline water. "I do not want to 
know..."

"Elrohir..." Glorfindel whispered holding back the urgency of comforting 
the one true love his life had led him too.

"I... will go to bed now..." Elrohir stood and left quickly the natural steam 
with tears in his eyes. The fluttering butterflies in his stomach stopped to 
leave a torturous aching hollow. Suddenly he was feeling sick.

Glorfindel rested his chin on his knees, and with the passing of the hours 
he tried to convince himself that hurting the young prince will be the best 
for both of them. 
" Indeed the best..." he whispered to himself.

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* * * * * * * 

In the morning Erestor entered the study to find Glorfindel staring out the 
window. 

"You missed breakfast..."

"I was not hungry..." The blond eldar answered, still lost in the white 
falling ice. 

"Strange..." 

"What is strange?." The blond elf finally turn to face his friend.

"That was what Elrohir told Lindir..." Erestor said carefully watching the 
other's reaction.

"It is not strange, it is a coincidence..." Glorfindel walked near the blazing 
fire to warm himself up a little. 

"Did you two argue?" Erestor held his friend's stare. "He always loose his 
appetite when he argues with you..."

"Something like that..." He answered cautiously, not liking where the 
conversation was heading. Had Erestor noticed?  He had been careful not 
to show his feelings for his young charge, but he was not very sure he had 
succeeded.  Sometimes it was hard to avoid staring at that beautiful young 
elf in their daily lessons, and lately it was almost impossible. 

"Have you broken his heart?..." Erestor approached the startled blond elf. 
"Yes... I have noticed..." He smiled at the other elf's questioning 
expression. 

"Elrond?..." Glorfindel managed to ask apprehensively. 

"No..." The dark haired elf denied, barely shaking his head. "Do you love 
him?"

"Yes..." Playing nervously with his hands Glorfindel concentrated on the 
sound of the burning wood keeping the fire alive. The same sound that in 
the last two lonely nights in his room reminded him of Elrohir resting in 
his arms. Both times... in the tent, and in the Halls of Fire he had 
concentrated unsuccessfully on the same sound.  "More than I would like 
to love anybody..." 

"Then why have you broken his heart?"

"If you know me so well to find out such a hidden secret you should know 
the answer to that question."

"I do... Do you?" With uncharacteristic serenity Erestor asked.

"How come you are so forward to say some things and so complicated to 
say others?..." Glorfindel´s annoyance provoked a little smile on Erestor´s 
lips who was still waiting for an answer. "He needs to find someone his 
own age... or at least close to it..." 

"I see...Now the real reason..." A reassuring smile encouraging the blond 
elf graced in Erestor´s face.

"He is so young and inexperienced...How can he define his feelings?. 
How?..." A heavy sigh of frustration escaped his lips. "...I would die of 
grief if I had him, only to loose him ..." he ended, defeated. 

"If it is worth something I do not think what Elrohir is feeling for you is a 
passing feeling...He has always loved you... He has choose you over all of 
us several times in his childhood, even his own father ... It was only a 
matter of time for that love to evolve into something more deep and 
intense..." 

"You are not helping Erestor..." Glorfindel stated running his hand 
through his hair in nervous mannerism. 

"Yes I am..."The dark haired elf smiled proudly. "I believe I am...He 
wants you to be his partner and lover Glorfindel... It is not enough for him 
to adore you from a distance anymore... Deep in your heart you know the 
nature of his feelings as well as he does "

The muffled crack of the door interrupted them. Both elves gazed at the 
opening door to see The Lord of Imladris entering. 

TBC...


Title:   Falling into Temptation:   
Chapter/ Part: 5

Author: Celebrian.
E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com
Web page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Celebrianlotrsfanfiction
Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel    &    Elrond / Erestor.
Rating: PG / PG13.
Summary:  Twin bonding and a father son talk. 
Disclaimer: I don't own them   :o(    But they all live in my mind.
Warnings:  Fluffy / Angst.? 	
Author's notes:   According to elvish majority standards. An elf reaches 
adulthood at the age of 50 our 21 equivalent. So in this story Elrohir and 
Elladan are between 40 and 41 elvish years. This would make them 17 in 
human standards.
Elvish Translations:  Ada: Father/ Papa.
Feedback:  Please, Please!  I beg of you.  I will be eternally grateful   :o)       


Thanks to my wonderful Betas, Emerald & Elaine. :o)


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The Lord of Imladris looked suspiciously at his two friends, who stopped 
talking at the sound of the door.

"It seems you two are spending too much time with the twins..." Elrond 
mused while approaching them near the fire. 

"Why is that?" 

"They stop talking and stare when someone intrudes upon their 
conversation...Just like you did... Have you talked to Elrohir?" The Lord 
of the house asked Glorfindel, suddenly changing the topic of 
conversation. 

"I have not the opportunity yet." The blond elf stated trying to calm his 
nerves, praying that they passed unnoticed. What was he doing lying to 
Elrond? What in the name of the Valar had led him to this... Lying to one 
of his best friends!...Worse yet, a lie, involving the youngest of his sons in 
such a delicate matter.  
Glorfindel felt the knot in his stomach tighten at his friend's concern for 
his younger son. The blond elf knew he was supposed to say something to 
ease that concern, but how could he tell the young elf's father that his son 
was in love with him and that somehow Glorfindel, himself, had 
encouraged that love. In a normal situation the blond eldar would have 
probably already confessed the problem, if it were not for his guilty 
conscience... 

"Elrohir will be fine Meleth-Nîn... He is young and most youngsters do 
not want their parents to know what is going on in their lives, sometimes 
even they don't even really know..." Erestor petted his lover's back, trying 
to soothe his worry away. 

"I know he will but I wish he could trust me his problems..." Elrond 
sighed heavily. 

"I will talk to him the first opportunity I have..." Glorfindel murmured.   
He could not bear to see his friend worry about one of his children and he 
certainly could not look at Elrond in the eyes right now. "I better start my 
day's chores ..." 

With a slight bow, the blond eldar left the study, leaving the other elves 
embraced near the fire. 

"He is acting strange too... and I think you know more than I do......" 
Elrond mumbled as Erestor´s head snuggled in his shoulder to kiss his 
neck. "What do you know?" his voice came husky and seductive while his 
arms enveloped his lover closer.

"Why should I know something?..." Erestor´s mused timbre asked as his 
lips spread butterfly kisses over the other's neck and jaw line. 

"You always know..." with half open eyelids he teased. 

"How nice from you!... Yesterday I was not very...ORGANIZED," he 
tried to imitate the Lord of Imladris' tone of voice, "...and now you imply I 
have enough free time to wander around the house and listen through the 
walls?!" Playing outraged, Erestor tried vainly to pull away from the 
strong loving grip.

"How did you find out I was attracted to you?" Arching his eyebrows 
austerely, Elrond watched his lover blush.

"THAT was an accident!"

"You were passing by...and you have never done anything like that 
before..." He teased. 

"I WAS passing by, and I have NEVER done anything like that ... I only 
stopped when I heard you saying my name... and I could not leave..." The 
dark haired elf Lord managed  to say in defence of his behaviour. 

Cupping the embarrassed, blushing face in one hand, Elrond pulled 
Erestor to face him up and kissed his lips softly, "I am glad you stopped to 
listen...", the air of the whisper brushed the dark haired elf's lips faintly. 
"Otherwise we might not be together right now..."

"Mnnn...I believe we would..." Entranced by the proximity of their mouths 
Erestor whispered to the alluring lips. Stepping closer into the embrace. "I 
believe we would..."

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Elrohir was sitting on his bed, playing unconsciously with the corners of 
one of the bed's big cushions that was resting on his lap. Meanwhile he 
remembered the past days events...


   "Elrohir...Please...". Glorfindel had pleaded against his lips "You do not 
know
...You have lots of things to experience Pen-Neth... Only that experience 
will lead you to true love."


"I do love you Elrohir... more than anything on the face of Arda" he had 
stated, looking into Elrohir´s eyes. The night they first kissed. The night 
he saved Elrohir from dying frozen by the inclemency of the weather.  "I 
will wait for you... I will wait for you to find out and experience 
everything you want or need... and then... If you still feel what you are 
feeling at this moment...if you still love me... Then I will be yours..."


Elrohir´s mind played last night's scene over and over against the one that 
happened two nights ago, even the one in the Halls of Fire,  and something 
was not right ... something did not fit right... 

Why had Glorfindel pushed him away so deliberately last night if he had 
told him he loved him. That he would wait for him... Was he lying?. 
Elrohir did not think so. He had looked into his eyes and he had seen 
nothing but love there. His actions had been so adoring and caring... Why 
would he say he would wait if he was going to push him away? He had not 
even touched Elrohir, to think he had used the young elf...Elrohir shook 
his head as this crazy idea crossed his mind. Glorfindel would never use 
him. Not him, nor any other. But he needed to check all the possible 
reasons for such a sudden change of behaviour. 
He had insisted on the fact  of ... the age difference between them... Was 
he afraid of what Elrond could say?... That was very likely... Even Elrohir 
was unsure if his father would understand his feelings for his blond tutor... 
But that could not be all... Elrohir ran an anxious hand through his dark 
hair, pulling it away from his face. This was going to send him insane... 
He did not want to doubt his beloved's words... but they contradicted... 
right?... Or maybe not... Glorfindel had not said he did not love him... he 
had said he was too young and inexperienced... Elrohir frowned at this 
thought... Of course he was inexperienced... he was waiting for him, and 
only him... What was he supposed to do? To sleep with the first elf that 
crossed his way, only to... Elrohir shook his head once again... That was 
not what Glorfindel was referring too... Or was it?... Was this because he 
had not slept with anybody?... Maybe he had added the word 
inexperienced to emphasize his idea. That Elrohir was young... A young 
elf would by consequence be inexperienced because he had not lived 
enough to...experience!. But what was Elrohir supposed to do?... Wait a 
hundred years to feel Glorfindel´s lips once again over his own?... To hear 
him whisper seductive love words to his ear ... to feel his touch on his 
burning skin... 

"Are you feeling better?..." Elladan entered the room... and jumped onto 
the bed to lie next his twin brother. 

"No... Not really... I think I might have a headache..." Elrohir stated, 
rubbing his forehead insistently. "You?..."

"Pretty much like yesterday..." Elladan snuggled in the cushion Elrohir 
held in his lap and looked at his younger brother.

"Have you seen him?...". The younger twin petted his brother's hair 
soothingly. 

"I have not left the house today..."Elladan denied with a soft movement of 
his head.

"Are you afraid you might cross him in the corridors?..."

"Ah... I do not want to see him today... nor tomorrow or the next day... but 
it will be easier with time..."

"Why did he?... What was the cause?"

"He had fallen in love with his friend..." Elladan looked away.

"I am sorry Elladan..." 

"Maybe I should listen to you next time... You never liked him..."

"You should always listen to me... I might be the youngest... but I am 
definitely the wisest..." Elrohir mocked his brother with a wide grin 
playing on his lips.

"So you think..." Elladan laughed. 

"I am!... You always rush your actions! You need to think things through 
before doing them..." 

"Mnnn... That is your problem Elrohir..." He stated after considering his 
words. "You think too much."

"What do you mean?" He asked puzzled. 

"You give your prey time to think! -By the way, I am referring to 
Glorfindel here, if you did not notice...-" With a playful slap on his 
brother's head he continued. "You let him know that you are thinking of 
him, and with this you give him time to prevent your advances... Maybe if 
you acted more quickly you would catch him off guard and you might 
steal a kiss from him... maybe more..." Elladan smiled as his twin blushed. 
Elrohir was so extremely shy to Elladan´s eyes. Too much for his own 
taste. 

"I can not jump into his arms and kiss him!. He would not like that... 
Besides I do not want to steal a kiss from him... -not that I would 
complain- but... I want him to WANT to kiss me..."

"You are helplessly romantic!" He laughed, amused. 

"There is nothing wrong with that..."Elrohir muttered in his own defence.

"Of course not..." Elladan smiled reassuringly to his younger brother. "Do 
you think Glorfindel is romantic too?"

"As far as I know..." He stated dreamily. 

"As far as YOU KNOW?!. What have you not told me Elrohir?!..."

"Nothing...". Elrohir avoided Elladan´s eyes wishing he had not said that. 
Now Elladan would not stop until he got him to talk.

"I tell YOU everything!..." Elladan sat expectantly facing his twin. "He 
kissed you?". He watched as Elrohir´s face changed colours, from a 
marble winter white to a reddish pink spring rose. "He did!..."

"I kissed him... and he kissed me back." Elrohir stated hesitatingly. "Please 
Elladan... Be careful with this... This not only involves me, I do not know 
how father would react and I do not want Glorfindel to have any troubles 
because of me." Pleading his brother Elrohir, spoke his concern. "THINK 
before you speak... Please...Promise me you will think before opening 
your mouth..." 

"I promise Elrohir... I will cut my tongue out before I reveal this secret to 
anyone... Not even the worst torture would make me reveal it..." Elladan´s 
seriousness made Elrohir giggle and he started to giggle too. "You can 
trust me..." 

"Thankyou..." Elrohir smiled and hugged his brother tightly. He knew 
Elladan would do his best to keep his secret safe, after all he never meant 
any harm, the secrets just seemed to slip out of his mouth involuntarily.

"Come in!". Elrohir told to the one knocking at the door and his father 
appeared quietly as it opened. 

Elrond´s heart filled with joy at the sight of his two sons. They were the 
light in the dark tunnel his life was. Them, his lover and his best friend. 

"Am I interrupting some kind of twin bonding? Or anything?" he asked 
light-heartedly.   

"Mnnn... Yes... But that's fine... We can modify it a little and make father / 
sons bonding...". Elladan´s enthusiastic comment made Elrond snigger. 

"I am honoured to know that you still want to spend time with your 
father... That is rather out of the ordinary for elves your age." He sat at the 
foot of the bed. 

"You know, we love you papa..." Elladan assured with his most charming, 
sugary, childish voice.

"What are you going to ask Elladan?...". Elrond looked intently at his 
older son, amused by the outraged expression on his face. "I fear you 
when you use that bee charming voice..."   

"Father!..." Elladan chided accusingly, making Elrohir giggle. 

Elrond calmed his distressed son, laughing softly. " I do know you love 
me... and I love you two too." He smiled lovingly at his older son, Elladan 
was the one causing trouble all the time, and making him cranky, but he 
was also the one who needed to be reassured that he was loved. Elrond 
had decided long ago that his misbehaviour was only another way to get 
everybody's attention, it was the best way he had to prove they loved him, 
For someone who is not loved, is not punished or reprimanded, nor is 
corrected or guided. He knew that. 

 "Speaking of  bonding...When the spring comes, you can come hunting 
with us...That would be nice." Elrohir´s timid voice finally added. "It is 
long time past since you last joined us..."

"Mnnn... I know. I promise I will do my best this season.  Maybe I can go 
a couple of days instead of Erestor or Glorfindel..." 

"I do not think Glorfindel would have any problems with that... So you 
and Erestor could have some time... to spend with us..." Elrohir said 
watching carefully his father's reaction.

"I do not think he would have..." Elrond looked puzzled at Elrohir and 
smiled; blaming his imagination for the hint of insinuation, of knowledge 
he thought he heard in Elrohir´s voice. "And I could use some days in the 
wild..."

"Me too... I am tired of this weather. The snow is so thick you can not see 
ten feet in front of you. It is practically impossible to get out of the house."

"I think Erestor was going to check some things at the stables. Why do not 
you go help him?"

"Erestor?..." Elladan frowned his brow not very convinced that he wanted 
to go with Erestor now. "He will find some chore to keep me out of 
trouble, and I am too tired to do anything... ah... but I do want to go to the 
stables..." 

"It will be hard, to avoid hard labours..." Elrond guaranteed. 

"Use the honey charming voice and flutter your eyelashes like a soaked 
puppy" Elrohir suggested giggling. 

"Ah... He is immune... and I think Glorfindel is getting immune too ..." he 
sighed, getting up from the bed. "I do not know why. Surely I am not less 
adorable than when I was little..." 

"Of course not brother..." Elrohir assured, mocking him while Elrond 
covered his face, amused and laughing.  

Elladan looked at his twin brother with a mockery of irritation in his face. 
"I will be nice and stop this conversation here... Only because you are not 
feeling well." He was approaching to the door. "I will visit you later..." 

When Elladan crossed the door and closed it behind him Elrond lifted his 
head to face Elrohir.

"Are you feeling better?..."

"No. Not really. I can not think of food yet." Elrohir looked at his father. 
He knew him and he knew he was worried. " I am well papa... Do not 
worry about me. You have enough work with Elladan."

"Indeed I have..." Elrond chuckled lightly. "Very much work... " He 
looked at his son's green eyes, and he noticed that the usual sparkle that 
lived in them was very soft this day, softer than he had noticed in a long 
time. Maybe as soft as when his first cat died...   Elrohir was eight. He 
cried a whole week, only Glorfindel's arms would soothe away the pain of 
the lost momentarily. Then Glorfindel had started to teach him and 
Elladan how to ride, and he started to forget... that, and the fact that 
Erestor had found him another cat.  

"Ada?..."

"I am sorry..."

"What were you thinking about?..." 

"I remembered when you were little... and you lost your first pet. You 
have the same gloom in your eyes... " Elrond lifted his hand and caressed 
his youngest son's cheek tenderly. "You are sad."

" I am not feeling well...That is all." The young elf tried to avoid the topic. 

"You can trust me Elrohir.... I would like to know what is happening to 
you." 

"You would never understand..." Elrohir mumbled weakly.  

"I was young once too..." He assured his son smiling at Elrohir´s 
insecurity. 

"I know... but this... my feelings are... it is very complicated... even for 
me... I do not think I can explain it to you or anybody..."

"This has to do with matters of the heart?..."

"Yes..." The young elf stared at his hands playing with the fluffy cushion. 
"There is this... elf... I... he..."

"It is alright Elrohir... You do not have to say anything you do not wish 
to...I will listen to whatever you want to speak of" 

"Well... I love him... so much... sometimes it hurts deeply in my heart. 
And when I see him... all I want to do is kiss him..." * and love him * he 
thought to himself. 

"Does he know about your feelings?" He knew the answer to his question, 
all three of them had noticed the true nature of Elrohir´s feelings a long 
time ago, but nonetheless he asked quietly.

"Yes... But...Mnnn...He...  He told me he loved me too, that he will wait 
for me..." Elrohir lifted his gaze from the big cushion he was concentrating 
on. "He is a little older..."

"How much older?" Elrond frowned his eyebrows to emphasize his 
question, although he knew perfectly well how much older his blond 
friend was from his son. 

"...eh... a little..." The nervous elf calmed when his father asked what was 
the problem if this... elf had promised to wait. Elrohir found himself in the 
disjunctive to tell his father what had really happened the previous night, 
but decided it was not an option. His father would jump to conclusions and 
find out that the elf Elrohir was referring to was his long time blond 
friend. "I do not want to wait!" He ended.  Elrohir was not lying. He did 
not want to wait,  and obviously he took his father by surprise because he 
had started laughing heartedly. 

"Of course you do not want to wait..." Elrond managed to say between his 
giggles. "Nobody wants to wait at your age. But if you think this particular 
elf worthy of you, and you are sure that he is the one you love, you will 
wait. Love is not an easy thing to achieve, you have to work hard but 
subtly to get it."

Elrohir´s mind wondered who had seduced whom. Erestor or his father? 
He had to bite his tongue not to ask  

"But I want you to be sure of yourself. Of your feelings. I do not want you 
to do anything if you are confused. Do not rush things. You might think 
it's love but find out otherwise in the future..."

* What is this? A favourite phrase of your times to restrain young elves? I 
KNOW what I want and it is him. I am not infatuated I LOVE HIM * 
Elrohir wanted to scream but instead he nodded. * Why does everybody 
assume that I do not know what I feel. Nobody will ever be better than me 
to find that out *  "I promise I won't do anything unless I am sure it is 
what I want..."

Elrond smiled at his son. "You can always talk to me... Never doubt it... 
No matter what the SUBJECT is. Alright?" 

"Alright..."

"Good... Now are you going to come down or are you going to spend what 
is left of the day here?"

"I will be here... I want to be alone for a while..."

"Very well... I will leave you to your thinking then..." The Lord of 
Imladris stood and before accomplishing his word he kissed his youngest 
son's temple after pushing the rebellious braids away the youngsters face. 
"I love you Elrohir"

"I love you too Ada..."


TBC...



Title:   Falling into Temptation:   
Chapter/ Part: 6

Author: Celebrian.
E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com
Web page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Celebrianlotrsfanfiction
Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel    &    Elrond / Erestor.   Elladan also 
mentioned.
Rating: PG 13.
Summary:  Glorfindel muses about his love for his youngest charge and 
Elrohir is missing for breakfast. 
Disclaimer: I don't own them   :o(    But they all live in my mind.
Warnings:  Angst.? 	
Author's notes:   According to elvish majority standards. An elf reaches 
adulthood at the age of 50 our 21 equivalent. So in this story Elrohir and 
Elladan are between 40 and 41 elvish years. This would make them 17 in 
human standards.
Elvish Translations: Tua Amin: Help me. // Amin mela lle: I love you. // 
Lirimaer: Lovely one.// Ada: Father/ Papa.
Feedback:  Please, Please!  I beg of you.  I will be eternally grateful   :o)       

Thanks to my wonderful betas Emerald and Elaine...  :o)
Some of the ideas you will find in this chapter, are the product of 
brainstorm mails with beta Emerald. So credits should go to her too. 
Thankyou!


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Glorfindel was sitting next to the library fire in one of the big leather 
chairs that were placed at the sides of the warm fireplace. There were three 
chairs to one side and another three to the other, and in the center of every 
small circle a small wooden table to hold a goblet of wine, or more books.  
This was meant to keep the readers warm during their studies or literary 
gratification in winter.  

The blond elf shifted uncomfortably in the relaxing chair, he could not 
stop thinking about Elrohir, about how he had been cruel to the young elf 
the night before with his ambiguous statement. 
Shifting once more around the cushions, he gave up his reading, or staring 
at the written pages, because he had not been able to concentrate on the 
meaning of the words, and with a heavy sigh the blond eldar closed the 
book and placed it on his lap.
He had let Elrohir believe that he had had another important elf in his life, 
when the truth is that the only one who had ever inflamed his heart has 
been his younger student, even if what the eldar had shared with Elrohir 
was nothing but a passionate kiss.   * I love you * the young elf had 
declared... and Glorfindel did not doubt that Elrohir had not considered the 
magnitude of his words, nor had he felt otherwise, but what he was not 
sure was if this was an everlasting feeling, or something of the moment, an 
infatuation so common in elves his age.  

Erestor had told him that he believed the youngster's feelings were not 
mere fascination but Glorfindel still had his doubts.  And there was also 
the young elf's father, one of his best friends. He certainly did not want to 
lose his friend, he did not want to lose anybody. Elrond´s family, 
Glorfindel considered as his own even when he knew they were not, and 
Imladris was the only place he had ever felt at home. 
Not to mention Elrond´s possible reaction to the news that Glorfindel 
loved his youngest son in other ways but the one expected, the one Elrond 
had had allowed him to do. The blond eldar was supposed to love Elrohir 
like a father loves his son. Not like Glorfindel did, with this terrible need 
of holding Elrohir close when he slept, this need to corner the young elf 
against the wall to trail adoring kisses all over his pale cheeks leading in 
the end to the so tempting lips, this need of hearing the musical voice 
whispering to him romantic promises of eternal love.  This need... that at 
this moment was killing him, making the blond eldar feel weak, as weak 
as he never felt before in his whole life. 

Glorfindel dropped his head heavily on his hand, covering his face, 
defeated. He was in love. 

"Tua amin Elbereth ..." he mumbled, overcome by the truth. "Please... 
Help me bear this... I am not this strong...". The words trailed off as the 
anguish evoked undesired tears to fill his eyes and close his throat. The 
blond eldar took a deep breath in, as if he could not breathe well, he wiped 
his eyes with the back of his hand and rose from the comfortable chair. 
Taking the book with him he headed to his private chambers whilst trying 
to compose himself. 

He passed Elrohir´s room, hesitating to knock at the door and ask his 
young charge if he was feeling better. A lame excuse for a  brief sight of 
Elrohir´s  beauty... but at this time Elrohir would probably be asleep and 
Glorfindel reasoned that he would not bother the young elf more than he 
already had. He would have to control his impulses.

Once in front of his room door the blond eldar looked back at the empty 
shadowy hallway. Bending slightly his head Glorfindel closed his eyes 
and forbade himself once again to go and knock Elrohir's door. Finally, he 
entered his room.

The book slipped from the fingers that were holding it securely, to crash 
against the stone floor. 

Elrohir was there.   Lying in the eldar´s bed, on top of the covers, snuggled 
in Glorfindel´s pillow. He was asleep. 
 
Glorfindel rubbed his eyes at this vision. Could this be a trick of his 
mind.? Had he come so far as to be imagining his beloved sleeping 
peacefully in his bed? He had certainly dreamt about it... but Elrohir was 
never there when he woke. And now he could see the young elf's figure, 
been caressed by the dancing shadows of a shimmering fire. But this time, 
it was not a dream. He was awake. 

Glorfindel picked up the discarded book and closed the door behind him. 
Looking once more at young prince sleeping unaware of his presence, the 
elder elf sat quietly in the chair next to the fireplace and stared hungrily at 
the figure resting on his bed. 
How he wanted to go, lie next to his beloved and cradle him in his arms 
till dawn.
 How he wanted to feel the silky dark hair tickling playfully against his 
face, how he wanted to feel Elrohir´s arms enfolding him as if he would 
never let his prey go... But instead he remained in his chair, watching the 
relaxed sleeping figure in his bed. 

He stared at Elrohir longingly, both joy and sadness invading his pained 
heart. And he realized that he needed to be near Elrohir, he needed him to 
breathe, to live. It did not matter anymore if this cost him the young elf's 
love, no matter if he had to see him in other arms than his own, as long as 
Elrohir was happy. It would always be less painful than not see him at all.  
Watching Elrohir peacefully resting, Glorfindel became conscious that he 
would depart from this life once again if he was not allowed near his 
beloved, and this time it would be more painful and slow for his departure 
would be due a broken heart. 

Long hours passed, and the blond eldar remained in his place, guarding the 
young elf's dreams. Suddenly the resting figure moved, pulling the long 
legs up trying to snuggle closer to the pillow. 

Glorfindel sighed and rose from his warm place next to the fire and came 
close to the bed. Reaching for the silky-smooth cover at the foot of it, he 
covered Elrohir quietly so as not to wake him. An annoyed muffled noise 
escaped the young elf's lips, but long fingers quickly gripped the soft and 
cosy fabric Glorfindel was covering him with. Shifting comfortably under 
the new source of warmth, Elrohir snuggled his head deeper into the 
pillow. 

Glorfindel observed Elrohir´s perfect features, longing to kiss them softly, 
longing to move that loose strand of hair lingering on Elrohir´s cheek. But 
his hand did not move from the side of his body, nor did he bend to kiss 
the sleeping elf.

 He went back to his chair. And there he snuggled in as best as he could, 
crossing his arms over his chest.  

* * * * * * * * * * * 

Elrohir woke, it took him a few moments to realise where he was and to 
remember why he was there. He sighed heavily, frustrated, for even if the 
sun had not appeared yet, he knew he had slept several hours, and that 
Glorfindel had not come to bed yet. 
Considering the idea of going search for his tutor, Elrohir shifted in bed to 
face the fireplace and there, he saw him. Glorfindel was asleep in the 
chair. The beautiful ocean blue eyes were lost somewhere in his dreams, 
and his arms crossed over his chest moved faintly with his relaxed 
breathing.

The young prince pulled the cover up to his neck, snuggling in 
Glorfindel´s pillow and looked at the sleeping figure in the chair next to 
the still, blazing fire. Lights and shadows played over the eldar features 
making him look even more beautiful and appealing to Elrohir´s eyes. 
Closing his eyes momentarily, the tender elf took a deep breath in to 
inhale the remains of the eldar´s perfume from the pillow.  Glorfindel had 
always smelt like spring grass mixed with the coming of the summer to 
Elrohir, even though his favourite perfume was made from fruits and 
flower petals...

The prince of Imladris pulled the coverlet off him and stood at the side of 
the bed. Quietly, not to startle his beloved, he approached the sleeping 
figure. Glorfindel was beautiful... 

"Amin mela lle Glorfindel..." Elrohir whispered quietly as an uncertain 
hand rose to pet lovingly the eldar´s cheek. He pulled the loose lock of 
blond hair away from the elf's face and placed it behind the pointy ear. 
Tonight he would settled with this small sign of affection although he 
wanted to kiss his tutor awake instead. With his light touch Glorfindel 
woke.

"Elrohir..." The blond eldar mumbled, still half asleep.

"Come to bed with me..." Elrohir pleaded. "You can not rest properly in 
this chair..." With Glorfindel´s heavy sigh of apprehension towards 
Elrohir's suggestion he tried to reassure him. "I promise I will behave if 
that is what you are afraid of... Please?..." He pleaded most charmingly, 
batting his eyelashes. "Please..." He offered his hand to his beloved, who 
after some moments of consideration  took it hesitantly. 

Elrohir lead Glorfindel to his own bed, and crawling to the other side of it, 
he allowed his dearly loved one to slip next to him.

The prince of Imladris bent over Glorfindel and cupped the eldar´s cheek 
in his palm, he smiled lovingly at the scared elf under him, and kissed him 
tenderly on the lips before snuggled against the eldar´s chest, encircling it 
with a restraining arm. He fell asleep once again, this time lulled with the 
even movement of the other's breathing... and some moments later so did 
Glorfindel. 

 * * * * * * * * * * * 

A loud sound on the door pulled Glorfindel away from his dreamland to 
find Elrohir´s body tangled with his own. * It was not a dream...* he 
thought as he petted the dark mane falling disregarded over his chest. A 
louder knock made Elrohir complain, half sleep, shifting in the blond 
eldar´s loving embrace. 

"Glorfindel?..." 

Elrohir´s snapped upright at the recognition of his father's voice at the 
other side of the door. Glorfindel´s hands covered his mouth quickly, 
preventing the already formed words of panic from leaving his lips. The 
dark haired elf looked at the blond one as this one retrieved slowly his 
hand from the covered mouth. An index finger warned Elrohir to remain 
silent.

"Glorfindel?... Are you there?" The now annoyed Lord Imladris barked at 
the door.

"Coming..."

Elrohir looked at his beloved puzzled. There was no way he could open 
the door without Elrond noticing his son in the bed, in other rooms maybe, 
but not this one. The bed was the first sight you had in the entire bedroom. 
Glorfindel signalled Elrohir to go to the bathroom. And with this both 
elves stood as quietly as possible and did what they had silently agreed. 
The young prince had almost reached the bathroom entrance, when he 
turned to see Glorfindel one last time and realized his cloak had been 
unnoticed and was lying at the foot of the bed. Elrohir had no chance to 
warn his beloved, and he was a couple of steps of Glorfindel´s hiding 
place. His father would notice his clothes on his friend's bed, Elrohir was 
sure of that,  so with the agility of a cat he hurried to the bed, took his 
cloak and he heard the muffled noise of the door as it opened. 

"Have you seen Elrohir?" The Lord of Imladris asked, subtly searching his 
friend's chamber for some indication of his younger son's presence. "He 
did not appear for breakfast and he was not in his room when Lindir went 
to wake him..." 

"No... I have not seen him..." Elrond´s penetrating glare froze his heart and 
soul, 
* Was he was doubting of him?*. He surely had reason to, but *was he 
aware of it?. *

"You have not changed?..." Elrond remarked. 

"I came up from the library very late and I was tired... I have not slept in 
days..." He mumbled as much of the truth as possible.  

"You do not look very good. You are pale..." Elrond arched one eyebrow 
as he noticed a movement under the bed. Something was swiftly pulled 
out of his sight.  "Come see me before you start your day and we will go 
to the dispensary to find something that will help you council your 
dreams... If you happen to see my son... tell him I wish to speak with 
him." 

"I will..." 

With a slight nod the Lord of the house left the blond eldar´s private 
chambers. 

Breathing deeply Glorfindel rested against the now closed door and when 
he dared to open his eyes, he saw Elrohir´s head appearing from under the 
bed to be followed by the rest of his body. 

"We did not noticed my robe on the bed..."Elrohir explained at the puzzled 
gaze of his tutor. "Father would have noticed...". The prince dropped the 
piece of fabric on the bed once more and turned to face his beloved, 
chuckling heartily. Now it was his turn to be puzzled.

"What am I doing hiding you under my bed, Lirimaer?..." Glorfindel 
mused still chuckling, he shook his head from side to side not wanting to 
believe his recent juvenile actions...  "Not even in my youth I have hidden 
somebody under my bed..."

"Did you hide them in the bathroom?..." Elrohir smiled seductively at the 
blond eldar while he approached to hug Glorfindel tightly.

"No..."Glorfindel told him, pulling the slender body closer to his own. "I 
told them to hide behind the curtains..." he smiled at the green eyes that 
looked up at him jealously and petted Elrohir's cheek reassuringly. "We 
had better start our day..." he smiled and pulled out the loving embrace, 
leaving an almost pouting elfling behind him.

"Glorfindel..."

"Yes?..." He asked picking up his attire for the day. 

"I will not hurt you..." With this small phrase Elrohir got the eldar´s full 
attention. "I know you think I am too young to understand the meaning of 
love but... I do love you... I can not help feeling this way every time I see 
you... I..."

"Elrohir..." Glorfindel eyes pleaded for forgiveness, if he could turn back 
time he would erase the previous night to write it all over again.

"No... Please..." Elrohir cut in the other's words. " Last night I came here 
to tell you...that..." 

For a timeless moment Glorfindel could not help but fear the young elf's 
next words... 

"... you told me you would wait for me... and... I have decided to wait for 
you as well... I will wait all the time you need to realize that my feelings 
are real... and not a mere fantasy as you might think..."

Glorfindel smiled at his young charge. Somehow this statement made him 
fall harder for the youngster.  "Thankyou Lirimaer...". The young elf 
smiled at him and approached hesitantly to kiss him softly on his lips. And 
apprehensively he left the room leaving his beloved watching him go.  

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 
* * * * * * * 

Glorfindel knocked at Elrond´s study door. And a deep voice beckoned 
him to enter. 

A knot formed in his throat as he saw the Lord of Imladris talking with his 
younger son, obviously questioning him about where the young elf had 
spend the night.  

"Glorfindel... Come in..." Elrond accentuated his invitation with a slight 
movement of his hand. "Are you feeling well my friend?..." he asked 
concerned. "You look even paler than the last time I saw you..." 

"I am well..." He managed to say,  trying to be in command of his 
treacherous nerves. "I can come back later if you need to talk..." His gaze 
flipped from the Lord of the house to Elrohir. 

"That will not be necessary... I was only asking Elrohir to inform any of us 
were is he going to spend the night if it is not in his room."

"I am sorry I worry you Ada..." Elrohir´s uncomfortable eyes stared at his 
tangled fingers. Glorfindel was so close, and he did not dare to face him 
even for a brief instant. If he did he would leave  their secret fully 
uncovered to his father's eyes. 

Glorfindel´s heart broke hearing his beloved assuming full responsibility 
for something he was also part of. 

"Today you will help in the kitchen in your free time...and tomorrow you 
will help Erestor in the stables..."

"Yes Ada..."Elrohir mumbled looking at his feet.

"Go now... Erestor and Elladan are waiting for you to start your lessons."

Elrohir turned to leave and his eyes met Glorfindel's for a brief moment, 
that brief moment filled his heart with joy again and it reminded him his 
punishment was worth spending the night in Glorfindel´s arms. 

The Lord of Imladris observed carefully the pair's reactions and he noticed 
the burning fire of longing mixed with the tenderness of pure love in their 
eyes. 

They were both in love, there was no doubt about that, anymore. 

"It does not amaze me that he does not speak with me... What does 
surprise me is that he would not talk to you either..." Elrond lifted his gaze 
from the parchments he was organizing on his desk. "So..."Elrond 
continued, not giving time for any comment to his previous statement, as 
he rose from his chair and walked close to the blond eldar. "You can not 
sleep?" 

"No..."

"Come..." Elrond lead their way to the dispensary and Glorfindel followed 
quietly next to him. "For how long have you not been able to sleep?..."

"Some days now..." 

"Do you feel tired?" 

"Yes..."

"You feel tired during any particular moment of the day?" 

"No... I just can not sleep."

"Had something happened?..." He looked at his friend suspiciously. " 
Something that might worry you... somehow..." 

* Your son... * He denied Elrond´s question with his head. Glorfindel did 
not want to talk. Here he was... lying again to one of his best friends. He 
had hidden from Elrond that his son had been safely embraced part of the 
night and that in the morning he was still there with him... He did not want 
to lie again. 

"Mnnn... You can not connect this sudden change to anything at 
all?...Strange...Usually there is a connection between a fact and the lack of 
sleep..."

The blond elf managed to shake slightly his head. He was feeling dizzy 
and he did not dare watch his friend's eyes. He had betrayed Elrond´s trust 
in one of the most important aspects of all, his family. And here he was 
trying to help him, worrying for him, Ah... Glorfindel did not deserve this 
attention, he might have sometime in the past, but definitely not now...

"Glorfindel?... Where are you?..." He asked concerned, frowning his 
eyebrows. "I assure you  this is starting to worry me... You confess you 
can not sleep at night... you seem to daydream most part of the day..."

"I am sorry Elrond... I am only tired... That is all..."

"If I did not know you better I would think you are in love..." He studied 
the blond eldar getting even paler and turned to search the dispensary for 
the herbs needed to prepare the sleeping elixir. 

Glorfindel felt the dizziness flood his senses, he felt he was going to faint, 
this was even worse than how he had felt when Elrond went asking for 
Elrohir in his room, He had thought he would die then... He was 
mistaken...  

 "I am in love with Elrohir..." 

He blurted with out thinking. He could not live like this, without being 
able to look his friend in the eyes, lying all the time. The pressure was too 
much. He could barely handle it this past days... and he knew it would 
only get worse with time. 

The Lord of Imladris turned and his gaze pierced the blond haired elf. 

"I ... could not help it happening..." 

"He spent the night with you?..." Elrond´s features were cold as the ice 
itself, no sign of emotion showed on them, making the blond eldar tremble 
ahead of the probable reaction of his long time friend.

"Yes... and he was there this morning, when you came looking for him..." 

Instead of yelling or recriminating at the blond eldar, Elrond leaned on one 
wooden table to look at Glorfindel quietly as if waiting for a confession. 

" Nothing happen... I only held him in his sleep..." Glorfindel assured the 
young elf's father. 

"He is young Glorfindel..." The Lord of Imladris stated after breathing in 
deeply. "Too young...and fragile"

"I know..."The other eldar muttered.

Elrond sighed heavily. "There is nothing I can do to prevent this from 
happening if this develops into mutual love. Neither can I make you stop 
loving my son nor will I be able to change Elrohir´s heart if your feelings 
are returned... I will not say I agree because he is too young and 
vulnerable and I will not say I do not agree because I know the 
transparency of your heart. I will only trust YOU to do the right thing and 
decide what is best." 

The dark haired elven lord recomposed himself and looked at Glorfindel 
one last time before going back to his search. "I will bring this when it is 
ready..." With this he dismissed the blond eldar who left quietly.

 Elrond turned to see the golden hair faintly flew on the air as Glorfindel 
crossed the door frame and sighed.  He was grateful Glorfindel had been 
able to speak with him, somehow this acknowledgment had greatly eased 
the Lord of Imladris' heart, he knew it must have been terribly hard for his 
friend to take that decision, but this helped Elrond to corroborate what he 
already knew. The fact that he had confessed about  Elrohir spending  the 
night, and part of the morning with him, confirmed that he could trust his 
friend.


TBC...


Title:   Falling into Temptation:   
Chapter/ Part: 7

Author: Celebrian.
E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com
Web page: 
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Celebrianlotrsfanfiction
Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel    &    Elrond / Erestor.   
Elladan also mentioned.
Rating: R/ NC17.
Summary:  Elrohir keeps his pursue on...
Disclaimer: I don't own them   :o(    But they all live in 
my mind.
Warnings:  Angst.? 	
Author's notes:   According to elvish majority standards. 
An elf reaches adulthood at the age of 50 our 21 
equivalent. So in this story Elrohir and Elladan are 
between 40 and 41 elvish years. This would make them 17 in 
human standards.
Elvish Translations: Tua Amin: Help me. // Amin mela lle: I 
love you. // Lirimaer: Lovely one.// Ammin merna lle,  
A´maelarain: I want you, My beloved.
Feedback:  Please, Please!  I beg of you.  I will be 
eternally grateful   :o)   

Thanks to my wonderful betas Emerald and Elaine...  :o)

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The twins had been left alone for some moments, and they 
were perfecting their writings skills... Sindarin and 
Quenia were not problems but other types still confused 
them sometimes, and they were particularly annoyed since 
they were working with Dwarven scripture right now... 

"Elrohir?..." 

"Yes?..." Elrohir answered, still concentrating in his work 
until his brother came to stand next to him and started to 
check his half written scroll... "Have you finished?"

"No... I think this one is wrong..." Elladan pointed to the 
miswritten letter. "This is very boring..." He sighed. 

"But it can be very helpful." Glorfindel stated as he 
entered the room. "Come... Let us check what you have 
done". 

"I just babbled...Could not think what I should write."  
Elladan sat in his place and his blond tutor took the 
barely written parchment. 

It wrote...  

"  (I am very, very, very, bored. I want Spring to arrive, 
so I can go ride through the woods and have my fingers 
clean of ink which will not clean out with soap and 
water...
Very bored...Very.) "

(I am very, very, very, bored. I want Spring to arrive, so 
I can go ride through the woods and have my fingers clean 
of ink which will not clean out with soap and water...
Very bored...Very.)

"Interesting..." Glorfindel mused smiling. "At least there 
are no mistakes...Now... Why don't we try something with 
more content?" 

"I do not know what to write. I am not in the mood to 
create poetry or a story and besides it looks ugly in these 
signs..." Elladan leaned back in the chair and sighed 
heavily. 

"It does not look ugly. It is different. You only have to 
give your eye time to get used to it... If you can not 
think of anything why do not try to write one of your 
favourite legends?"

"Alright..." Elladan agreed, not very convinced. 

The blond elder smiled at his charge and sympathetically 
slapped his back encouragingly. Then he moved to check the 
younger twin's work. 

"How are you doing Elrohir?" Glorfindel slightly leaned 
over Elrohir´s shoulder, carefully trying not to disturb 
his writing, nor his student.  

"I am close to finishing..." 

"This one is wrong..." The tutor pointed to the same 
miswritten letter Elladan had pointed to minutes ago. "And 
here is another one... Correct them under the miswritten 
ones".

"It will ruin the document...". He complained annoyed, 
making Glorfindel smile at his youngest charge's obsession 
with neatness. 

"No. It won't, it will only be corrected..."  Elrohir 
looked up to see Glorfindel looking back at him.

"It is already ruined..."He stated, leaning into closer 
contact with Glorfindel´s body which was slightly bent next 
to him. The elder´s perfume was making him lose all 
concerns about the precision of his work, instead he 
started to concentrate on his tutor's arms and calm 
breathing. He wanted to wrap himself in those protective 
arms and snuggle in the crook of his chest. 

"Corrections do not ruin documents when you are studying... 
They help you learn..." The blond elder stated, lost in the 
depths of Elrohir green eyes. "Now... Do you remember which 
was the correct symbol?..." He forced himself out of his 
trance.

"Mnnn... No...I do not think so..." Elrohir lied, looking 
innocently at Glorfindel. He had recognized the mistake as 
soon as his brother had pointed out to him, but he knew 
that if he did not correct it, Glorfindel would.  The blond 
elder did not disappoint his expectations, he took the 
quill and carefully shook the excess ink from it. Then 
leaning forward - and closer to the unmoving young elf - he  
drew a perfect symbol on the yellowy paper, despite the 
uncharacteristic faint shaking in his pulse. 

"There..."Glorfindel placed the quill in its place and 
leaned backwards, trying to avoid the now unbearable 
proximity with the young elf's body. He smiled tenderly at 
Elrohir. "You, correct the other one..."

* Ah... I do not think I can...*   He smiled charmingly at 
Glorfindel and nodded.

With this Glorfindel moved to his own chair to read his 
book, giving his pupils the opportunity to work without any 
pressure on their appointed task. 

When Elrohir lifted his gaze from his writing to spy on his 
tutor he found the blond elder shifting his gaze quickly.  
Glorfindel was looking at him. 

The blond elf  Lord rested his temple on his hand sighing. 
* I am starting to have the self control of a human ...* he 
sighed heavily, burying himself in the pages of his book.

"I've finished..." chided Elladan, an hour later, from his 
desk making Elrohir, who was completely concentrated in 
Glorfindel´s perfect features, go back to his work.

" So soon?" Asked his tutor approaching his oldest student. 
"What did you decide to write about?..."

"I invented something..." He looked at Glorfindel and 
handed him the sheet of paper. 

"This is a very interesting story Elladan" Glorfindel 
congratulated reassuringly his student. "There are four 
mistakes..." He said after checking the text in hand. "Tell 
me where they are and I will let you free for the day..."

Elladan pointed two and then bit his lower lip frustrated 
when he could not find the other two. He looked at 
Glorfindel charmingly,  pleading. "I can not see the other 
ones...". With Erestor this technique would never work, but 
with Glorfindel it was different... Elladan knew his plea 
had succeeded when the elf Lord smiled and took the quill.  

"This letter has a little leg heading to your right... and 
this one... is backwards..." Glorfindel pointed, looking at 
his older charge, who was almost jumping off the chair. 
"Go, Go...". He chuckled softly as Elladan rushed out of 
the chair and room mumbling a 'Thank you.'  

Glorfindel´s gaze shifted to the messed desk and found 
Elrohir looking at him... "Do you want to finish it 
tomorrow?" He asked at his younger charge. 

"No... It is alright..." Elrohir smiled.  

The blond elder nodded and forced himself to break eye 
contact, instead he concentrated on tiding up  the 
disordered desk; while the younger elf forced himself back 
to his own work.

Half an hour later Elrohir looked up and saw the blond elf 
holding his book in both his hands. But his eyes were lost 
somewhere else but it's contents... "Where are you?". He 
whispered. 

"I am sorry..." The blond elder reacted and a tender smile 
was born on his lips. " Have you finished?..." He stood 
from his place and approached Elrohir.

"No...". The young elf said, looking at  several parchments 
spread on the desk. 

"You have not?..." The blond elf asked puzzled while 
bending a little to check the still ink wet paper... "You 
have written twelve pages..." He flipped his gaze to 
Elrohir who was looking at him. 

"You did not mention any length limit..." The young prince 
grinned mischievously. 

"I think this will do Pen Neth..." The blond elder smirked, 
amused by his student. 

"I am not finished yet..." The younger elf drew closer to 
the elder.

"Are you planning on translating the history of Arda into 
Dwarven?..." Glorfindel teased his beloved.

"If that is what it takes to be near you...". Elrohir 
purred seductively, staring into the depths of Glorfindel´s 
eyes, wishing his blond tutor would lean a little closer  
and press his lips against his own. He was controlling 
himself no to grab Glorfindel by his robe and pull him into 
a deep passionate kiss, like the one they had shared the 
first time they kissed. Elrohir had lost count of how many 
times - when Glorfindel bent to correct something -   he 
had had this fantasy...

Glorfindel was hypnotized by his student's beauty... Ah... 
How simple it would be to kiss him... He only needed to 
bend a couple of inches and Elrohir´s sweet mouth would be 
his... Glorfindel´s mind had played with this idea several 
times, especially in the past two years, but now it was