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 
harder to suppress this desire. Because he had tasted those 
lips, and they were sweeter than honey itself... 

An intentional noise drew both elves attention to the side 
entrance to the library.  

Erestor was standing, after picking up the dropped book 
from the floor, cleaning nonexistent dust from it.  "Sorry 
to interrupt your class, but Lindir is waiting for Elrohir 
in the kitchen..."

"We have finished..."

"You have not corrected my mistakes..." Elrohir said 
seriously, gazing at his beloved who turned back to look at 
him with a tender smile lingering on his lips .

"I will check them this night and inform you tomorrow..."

"You have corrected Elladan´s today..." Elrohir did not 
want to leave. He was here, alone with his beloved 
Glorfindel, he had been all his and Erestor appeared. The 
young prince wanted to dismiss Erestor. And a sharp killing 
glance might have escaped his courteousness and willpower 
unconsciously. 

"He only wrote a page and a half..." Glorfindel explained 
patiently to his younger charge.. "Now go... Lindir is 
waiting for you... I will check this later..."

"Very well..." Elrohir sighed defeated, and after looking 
hatefully at Erestor he hurried of the room.

"I will think twice before interrupting..."

"You have not interrupted..." Glorfindel stated quietly, 
sitting in Elrohir´s empty place, lifting his gaze from the 
chaotic desk to face his dark haired friend.

"I think Elrohir would disagree with you" He chuckled and 
sat in front of his friend. "He is not making things easy 
is he?..." 

"Indeed he is not.... But neither is my heart..." 
Glorfindel sighed staring at his tangled fingers over the 
wooden desk. "I have told Elrond about my feelings for 
Elrohir...". The blond elder whispered. "I ... it was too 
much to bear ... this secret..."  He drew back to his chair 
as if seeking for security. He crossed his arms around his 
chest and looked at Erestor. "... I am very confused... I 
KNOW I should not be feeling this, yet I can not stop..." 
He shook his head defeated...

"What?..." Erestor asked quietly. 

"I am acting without thinking!... I found myself looking at 
him when I am sure he is not aware of it... and if I try to 
remember why I drew my gaze to him I can not remember 
it..."

"And... let me guess... you can not take him out of your 
mind? Nor your dreams?...". Erestor chuckled softly as his 
friend ran a nervous hand through his golden hair. "You are 
not confused Glorfindel... You are in love..." The dark 
haired elf leaned on to the desk to look better at his 
friend " It is easier to feel confused... That way you can 
avoid recognising your true feelings..."

"I know my feelings...I know what and how I feel everytime 
he is near... That is the problem!." He interrupted 
Erestor´s thinking.

"Then why do you keep hiding yourself behind this ... mask 
you have made... of being confused?"

"You know why. I have told you so..." Glorfindel  sighed 
heavily. " I do love him Erestor... More than life itself, 
but I will not find peace even in the Mandos Halls´ if I 
have him only to lose him..."

"Why would you lose him?...". Now it was Erestor´s turn to 
sigh at the image of his usually self-secure friend 
sheltering in the imaginary security of the wooden chair. 
"What did Elrond say?..." He asked quietly, as if trying to 
soothe the blond elf's insecurities. Erestor felt defeated 
in attempting to prove to Glorfindel that there was nothing 
wrong in feeling what he was feeling and for WHO he was 
feeling it. 

"He said he trusted me to do the right thing and what I 
considered best..." Glorfindel stated after some thinking. 
"How am I suppose to discern what the right thing is if I 
can not think clearly?..."He complained mostly to himself. 

"You should know there are some things that are not the 
reason's concern to decide ..."

"It might not be the one to decide but it is certainly 
playing a great deal in this whole matter..."

"I learned long ago that sometimes is best to play deaf 
ears to reason... and just act according to your 
feelings..." 

Glorfindel looked at him with knowing eyes. 

Erestor had had a battle of his own several years ago when 
Elrond married Celebrian... For a full year the Lord of 
Imladris had asked his beloved to understand the true 
reasons of his marriage. But the dark cloud of pain 
invading his broken heart blurred Erestor´s mind. It was 
the opposite aspect of the problem yet the same. 

Elrond had arranged everything with his wife-to-be and made 
it clear to his in law's that he and Celebrian would not 
share the same bedroom. Instead of sharing it with his 
rightful wife, the Lord of the house would share it with 
the owner of his heart, and he and his wife will only 
shared the same bed on the few occasions Galadriel´s mirror 
asked them to. Celebrian was as free as her husband to find 
a rightful lover, one who cherished her the way every one 
deserved to be cherished, and for some time she did back at 
her homeland until her lover married, and her husband took 
her to Mirkwood. But this did not help Erestor´s heart to 
relieve the pain, nor realise what Elrond was desperately 
trying to say. 

"Erestor?" 

A timid voice brought both silent elves back from their 
reverie. 

"Yes, Elladan?..." Erestor turned to face the young elf. 

"Are you going to go to the stables today?..." 

"Yes. I was about to... Do you wish to join me?..." He 
smiled at the oldest twin's grin. "Go get your cape and 
bring mine please" Both elder´s watched as Elladan left and 
Erestor looked at Glorfindel.  "Stop thinking and dare to 
start feeling..."

"As if it was an easy thing to do..."

"Worthy things are never easy to accomplish".

"You sound like Elrond sometimes..." The blond elder smiled 
as the mention of the Lord of the house brought a gleam to 
Erestor´s eyes. 

"I know... The sharing of centuries I suppose..." He smiled 
warmly and stood. " I will leave you to your work". 
Pointing to the scattered papers on the table he headed to 
the main door where Elladan appeared with both their capes. 

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Later that night Erestor entered Elrond´s study and found 
his lover as he often found him... completely immersed in 
his work He was concentrating so intently that he had not 
even realized the other elf's presence in the room. 

Erestor remained still, leaning on the closed door and 
watching worshipfully the unaware elf. No words could ever 
describe how beautiful Elrond looked to his eyes, what he 
really saw when he watched him like this, or in his sleep. 
How much desire and passion this particular elf  could 
provoke in him. How much lust and tender love he had found 
to give. And how much he wanted to give it away... give it 
away to this beautiful, lovely, creature...  

"Are you planning in staying there all night?..." Elrond 
mused lifting his head to face Erestor. "Or are you going 
to come closer?..." He asked seductively and smiled 
tenderly at Erestor´s playful indecision. "Sit, I will get 
us some Miruvor..." 

"I hope you are not planning on getting me drunk..." 
Erestor mused, approaching the burning fire in the crafted 
stonewall and sat on the olive green carpet as they used to 
on nights like this. 

"Will I have to?..." The Lord of Imladris handed the filled 
goblet to his lover, leaning over Erestor´s shoulder as he 
knelt behind him.

"You might..." Erestor purred closing his eyes as Elrond´s 
hands brushed the long dark hair off Erestor´s neck. 

"Nay... I want you sober..." Elrond´s faint whisper 
collided with the tender pale skin of his lover's neck. "I 
want you to feel... everything I will do to you..." Kissing 
the rushed beating line to the earlobe, the half - elf Lord 
slid one of his hands inside the other's robe and shirt 
feeling a hardening nipple under his fingers. With a 
teasing squeeze he caused his lover to moan faintly, 
melting backwards into greater contact.  "I do not think I 
will need to get you drunk... to get what I want...". He 
whispered sensually to the pointy ear, the words followed 
by an unexpected yet delightful lick.  

"What do you want?..." Erestor´s cracked voice asked.

"Ammin merna lle,  A´maelarain..." Elrond purred before 
nibbling Erestor´s pointy ear. He could felt the other 
elf's body trembling against him, as his mouth and tongue 
worshiped it's temporarily prisoner... The hand inside 
Erestor´s clothes moved to undo the buttons that still kept 
bare skin hidden. 

A little complaint escaped Erestor´s throat as the other 
elf's warm mouth stopped its pleasurable ministrations...

"You will have more..." The Lord of Imladris whispered 
between the butterfly kisses he was spreading all his way 
down to the collarbone. His hands worked Erestor´s clothes 
off, sliding the fabric gently off his shoulders and arms. 
"I promise..." The trace of kisses continued to the 
recently unveiled perfect shoulder... until a loving hand 
gently pulled his head up. Elrond´s lips were suddenly 
assaulted by Erestor´s in a hungry, passionate kiss. 
The Lord of Imladris could feel his pants gradually growing 
tighter, binding his needy flesh... He growled into the 
kiss as his lover's hands started to pulled his own clothes 
open...Erestor´s naked chest met his, somehow his lover had 
managed to face him during the kiss... And his strong hands 
were pulling their bodies together, pleading for closer 
contact...

The Lord of Imladris´ hands slid from the perfect shaped 
forms of Erestor´s back muscles to his bottom, and 
squeezing hard he drew their erections together. 

Both elves moaned in unison, as their arousals met. 

Erestor´s head had fell backwards in response to the 
pleasurable sensation, exposing the pale skin of that 
irresistible neck... Elrond´s mouth attacked the base of  
the neck, the junction between shoulder and neck itself and 
holding the whimpering body of his lover steady, he sucked 
hungrily until the distinctive mark of passion was born on 
the delicate skin of his beloved. 

Erestor´s loud, throaty moan made him shiver hard, in 
anticipation of the pleasure to come... 

The chief advisor of Imladris searched for his Lords mouth, 
claiming it for a greedy kiss... and with out breaking it 
he pulled his long time lover on top of him. 

Elrond´s fingers tangled in the other's dark mane... as he 
kissed his beloved possessively  until the lack of air made 
them apart... The half- elf Lord looked into Erestor´s eyes 
and, after placing an almost chaste kiss on his lips, he 
trailed his way down with the back of the tip of his 
tongue... until he bumped into the already dark, formed 
bruise... Elrond grinned mischievously at his previous work 
and licked the offensive mark as an animal would do to his 
submissive partner. "You are mine..." He stated selfishly 
between laps,  making Erestor´s shivering increase... 

The chief advisor's hands slid between the bodies and 
pressed against Elrond´s hardness making the Lord of 
Imladris moan loudly. "Take this off..." He panted almost 
incoherently... Increasing the pressure applied to his 
lovers groin... 

"Not yet..."Elrond gasped with difficulty while composing 
himself enough to continue his way down to Erestor´s 
nipples. They were incredibly hard... but became harder 
under the ministrations of his mouth and fingers.  While 
one provided pleasure, the other provided the right amount 
of pain... He knew what to do to push his lover beyond 
words... and he was going to do that...

The half- elf opened the other elf's pants and pushed his 
hand inside of them. 

Another throaty moan escaped Erestor´s mouth as Elrond´s 
fingers encircled his stiff member.  The thumb played on 
its tip, spreading the formed droplets alongside of it.  
Erestor´s body was quivering and he found himself unable to 
control it. He pushed incoherently  into the fingers as 
they moved up and down his full length. 

"Elrond..." He managed to say almost unintelligibly.  Only  
a warm mouth responded to his plea, it engulfed his penis, 
pulling it deep inside the other's throat.  Erestor could 
feel the strong grip holding him steady, preventing him 
from shaking too hard. 

Elrond managed to hold his lover steady enough with one 
hand. The other one found the opening of his own pants... 
he pulled them open to release his painfully swollen 
member. 

"Will ... Not ... hold it... long..." Erestor´s fractured 
voice managed to pant.

Elrond looked up, not releasing his lover's need and saw 
his beloved almost consumed by the passion of love 
making... For as much as the Lord Imladris wanted to taste 
his lover's release, he was aware of his own need. He could 
wait no more... 
He drew back and pulled his beloved's pants completely off, 
his own followed. And in less than a second he came to be 
on top of Erestor once again... 

The quivering body drew closer, asking to be invaded... 

The half- elf spread the pearly droplets forming on the 
head of his cock down it and without further advice he 
pressed into Erestor´s body, which arched off the green 
carpet beneath them. 

His desire proved greater than first expected... The warm 
passage welcoming him almost unmade him, Elrond had to 
tightly close his eyes to command himself to relax a 
little.  Slowly he started to move in and out his lover, 
causing delightful noises from him. 

With major self control the Lord of Imladris managed to 
imitate his moves on Erestor´s cock...

With the loud moan from his lover and the sensation of warm 
release between his fingers, Elrond´s thrusts increased in 
motion and depth, until his need was too much for him to 
control... 

Elrond collapsed over Erestor´s chest panting, almost 
desperately for air as two arms drew him close and held him 
protectively. 

It took several minutes for their breathing to become even 
again... and in those eternal  minutes they remained 
comfortably tangled on the green olive carpet of Elrond´s 
study floor...

TBC...



Title:   Falling into Temptation:   
Chapter/ Part: 8.

Author: Celebrian.
E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com
Web page: 
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Celebrianlotrsfanfiction
Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel    & Elrond / Erestor.   
Elladan also mentioned.
Rating: PG13?
Summary: Elrohir´s suspicions about his father's 
relationship with Erestor get almost confirmed. There is 
more. But I am not good at summaries and I do not want to 
give any spoilers away. ;o)
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: Amin mela lle: I love you. // Amin 
mela lle, beika Erestor: I love you too Erestor. // Mela 
en´ coiamin: Love of my life // Melamin / Meleth-Nîn: My 
love. // Lirimaer: Lovely one.// Ammin merna lle,  
A´maelarain: I want you, My beloved. // Quel du: Good 
night.
Feedback:  Please, Please!  I beg of you.  I will be 
eternally grateful   :o)   

Special thanks to Betas Emerald and Elaine :o)

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Erestor was the first one to move... His hand petted softly 
the dark hair cascading his lover's back as he placed an 
adoring kiss on the Lord of Imladris´ head.  "Amin mela 
lle..."  he whispered to the silky, dark hair. And a 
replying sweet kiss was placed on his chest... 

"Amin mela lle beika Erestor..." Elrond lifted his head 
from his comfortable, warm pillow and looked at his lover.  
"More than you can imagine Mela en´ coiamin" 

Erestor´s hands cupped Elrond´s face to draw his beloved 
closer into a sweet, tender kiss. 

Once apart, Elrond leaned back to give his beautiful lover 
a better look and smirked devilishly at the offensive 
bruise contrasting with the pale soft skin of Erestor´s 
collarbone. His fingers moved to pet the mark and bending 
carefully he kissed the purple bruise. 

"Fortunately it is winter..."Erestor mused.

"I will try to control myself next time..." Elrond kissed 
tenderly, the dark mark before rolling to lie next his 
lover, who moved closer and started to draw lazy forms over 
the Lord of Imladris´ bare chest. 

"I'd prefer to stop wearing décolletage in Summer than for 
you to stop doing that..." Smiling reassuringly he kissed 
his beloved and stretched over him to get his previously, 
disregarded goblet of wine.  He drunk a sip of Miruvor and 
offered the glass to Elrond, who with a slight movement 
rose to an almost sitting position.  Erestor pulled the 
dark braid off his lover's face and tucked it safely behind 
the pointy tip of his ear.  

"What is on your mind?" Elrond caressed Erestor´s absent-
minded expression after leaving the empty goblet aside. 

" I was remembering the first time we kissed after you 
married Celebrian..." He smiled at the memory of the sweet 
kiss that long ago had reassured their feelings better than 
words. 

"I had assumed I had lost you by that moment... And when I 
least expected it, you let me got close to you..." Elrond 
found Erestor´s hand and held it selfishly cradled in his, 
over his beating heart. "I am not sure if I would have been 
able to resist you pushing me away any more..." He looked 
into those expressive dark eyes and a bittersweet smile 
formed on his sad features. 

Erestor smiled and pressed his lips reassuringly over 
Elrond´s "My heart never let yours go... And never will. No 
matter what..." With out breaking eye contact Erestor 
assured his stressed lover tenderly while asking himself 
when would he learn to bit his tongue before speaking of 
the time Celebrian appeared in their lives?... Not 
everything in their hearts was fully healed... Even though 
the chief advisor of Imladris assured his lover and himself 
he had not kept any resentments nor wounds... deeply in his 
heart, he did... not to his beloved, but to her...She had 
taken away them something more important than Erestor was 
ever going to admit... His rightful place in Elrond´s 
life... He knew she was not guilty but she had been the 
reason for his almost departure to the undying Lands... Not 
their marriage... but Celebrian herself... 

"What brought those memories back to your mind?..." 

"I was trying to ease the uncertainty in Glorfindel´s 
heart... and it just came to my mind..." Erestor spoke 
freely assuming Elrond would know what he was referring 
to...

"How is he?..." 

"He claims to be confused... But I think he is afraid..." 

"He is afraid..." Elrond stated, his eyes lost in one of 
the dark corners of the room. 
" But we can not do anything to ease that fear... he would 
have to face it alone... and so will Elrohir...until they 
can face their uncertainties together..." 

"You have spoken with Elrohir. What did he say?..." 

" He is in love..." Elrond looked at his beloved... "You 
have seen him when he is around Glorfindel..." The house 
Lords´ smiled at the image of his youngest son admiring his 
blond tutor... "Despite the expected blushes and lack of 
words, you can see he is truly in love when you look into 
his eyes..."

"Glorfindel loves Elrohir... He will take care of him..."

"I know... That is why I do not oppose... Somehow this was 
meant to be... Elrohir had always been infatuated with 
Glorfindel... Even since he was a little baby he would 
prefer his arms over ours...including his mother's" 

"Celebrian was always distant... She was never with 
them..." Erestor´s body tensed at the remembrance of the 
golden haired Lady. Erestor had learned to stand almost 
everything when it came to her; but to see the twins asking 
desperately for their mother's attention and being 
constantly rejected, made him fume every single time...
Indeed they might have been over protective with them but 
all three of them needed to fill a very important and he 
would dare say impossible,  gap in their life. The one 
their mother should have filled. A tender kiss  on his 
still, captive hand brought him back to Elrond´s side. 

"Don't..." Elrond pleaded his lover, aware of the other's 
mind wandering. "They grew to be strong, decided young 
elves... Despite the absence of their mother... And we will 
not ruin this perfect evening discussing her lack of 
maternal instincts...We have vainly done so and I am not in 
the mood to do it again now...". The Lord of  Imladris 
looked sternly at Erestor. His only response was a sweet, 
adoring kiss. "Good to know you agree with me..." he 
chuckled pulling Erestor closer for a deeper kiss. 

"Yes... I do agree. This has been a wonderful night... and 
I want it to remain that way... So... What do you say if I 
go prepare us a nice, hot bath and take some Miruvor up to 
the bedroom?"

"That is a very interesting proposition..." He grinned and 
stood picking up his clothes and handing the respective 
ones to his lover. "You go get the Miruvor...and some fruit 
too" he added after some consideration. "I will put this 
papers away and be right up with you in less than a 
second..." 

"I doubt the less than a second part but... As I always 
say, it is worth waiting for you..." Erestor grinned at 
Elrond who came closer and cupped his face in his hands to 
kiss his chief advisor passionately. 

"I will not make you wait tonight Melamin..." The Lord of 
the house purred to the half open lips against his own, 
making the figure in front of him shiver. 

"I will hold you to that Meleth Nîn..." Erestor freed 
himself from the loving grip and headed to the door. 

"Ah... Wait... Can you take this to Glorfindel?... I think 
he might need the use of it..." Elrond picked a small 
bottle from his desk and handed it to Erestor who was 
waiting next to the door. "It is the sleeping elixir I 
promised him..."

" I will give it to him..." 

After stealing a last kiss from his beloved Elrond let him 
go... and returned to his desk to put the most important 
papers safe from any possible harm.

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

Erestor almost froze as he noticed Elrohir picking over the 
shelves of the extensive library. For how long the young 
elfling had been frolicking near his father's study?... Had 
he heard anything?... Maybe he had wanted to talk to Elrond 
and stopped himself because of the evident noises of love 
making...

Gathering all his self- control Erestor quietly approached 
his younger charge. 

"Still up Pen-Neth?..." The elder elf asked trying to 
appear as calm as usual.

"I need a book that Glorfindel asked Elladan and me to 
read... But I can not find it..." He looked at his dark 
haired tutor for a brief second and then turned his gaze to 
the book shelves once again.  "He is going to test us the 
day after tomorrow and I have only read the first part...". 
Elrohir sighed annoyed.

"What is the name of the book?..." 

"It speaks of Celebrimbor and Narvi. Elladan told me he had 
put  it on  its respective shelf yet I can not find it..." 
Elrohir looked at Erestor. "What was the reason for you to 
stay up this late?. You are usually one of the first to 
retire for bed once dinner is over..." he asked, playing 
puzzled, and had to suppress a smirk from forming on his 
features as Erestor tried to hide his uneasiness. 

"I got distracted speaking to your father, Pen-Neth... I am 
afraid I lost track of time..." The dark haired elder 
smiled awkwardly to his student and secured his telling 
gaze once again, on the safety of the shelves.  "Here it 
is..." He took the book from the highest part of the 
bookcase and handed it to Elrohir. The long dark hair 
covering the recent mark inflicted by his lover's mouth, 
had faintly brushed away, unveiling it to Elrohir´s quick 
eyes. 

"Thankyou ..." Elrohir grinned as his previous suspicions 
were utterly confirmed, and had to bite his tongue, not to 
give his recent discovery away ... 

"It is an extensive book, you better start your reading..." 
The elf Lord smiled at Elrohir tenderly.

"Yes... I will do that...Thankyou Erestor." The young 
prince smiled affectionately at his tutor and with this 
small gesture, Erestor was able to see the reason of his 
blond friend's problem... The young elfling was adoringly 
charming, his moves naturally graceful and his voice, a 
honeyed whisper to the ears... the dark haired tutor had 
seen Elrohir´s charms in action a few times when he caught 
the pair of lovebirds working, thinking they were alone... 

Glorfindel was lost...

"Elrohir!..." His youngest charge turned to face him 
cradling the book tightly against his chest. "Are you going 
upstairs?..." .  Erestor stepped forward closing the 
distance his student had recently created.

"Yes..." 

"Can you take this to Glorfindel on the way to your 
room?..." Erestor had to suppress a chuckle as Elrohir´s 
hands almost dropped the cradled book to take the offered 
small bottle. 

"What is it?..." Elrohir asked moving the transparent 
label, making the greenish liquid dance from one side of 
the container to the other.

"It is the sleeping elixir your father prepared for him... 
It will help him sleep..." 

"Ah... This will do him good, he had not been sleeping well 
this past days..."Elrohir´s eyes jumped from the dancing 
liquid to Erestor´s face who was listening amused to the 
youngster's words... "... so I have noticed...He looks 
tired... Do you not notice him tired?..." In his desperate 
effort to cover his out loud thinking Elrohir started to 
babble almost naming every single elf that had remarked 
that his beloved looked tired... 

"Yes... I have noticed..." Erestor assured quietly, smiling 
as he cupped his charge's shoulder, gently leading him to 
the main stairs which would lead him to the family 
bedrooms. "I am positive this will help..." 

Erestor grinned as he saw Elrohir rushing to his beloved's 
bedroom... He would help his blond friend clear the 
confusion in his mind and for the fear... well... He had 
fought a Balrog... What on Arda could possible make him 
fear a sweet elfling like Elrohir?... 
Erestor chuckled at his own thinking of a persistent, 
adorable Elrohir... and went to the kitchen for his 
beloved's fruit.

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Glorfindel was leaning against the head of his bed; his 
closed eyes allowed him to replay the past afternoon events 
more vividly...

* * * * * * * 
"It is already ruined..."Elrohir had complained, leaning 
into to Glorfindel´s  body bending next to his... 

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

"Mnnn... No...I do not think so..." Elrohir had lied 
looking innocently at him and Glorfindel had not cared, not 
cared at all... he  wanted Elrohir to came closer... so he 
had taken the quill and had carefully shook the excess of 
ink from it. Then leaning forward - and closer to the 
appealing  young elf - he  drew the correct symbol on the 
yellowy paper, despite the uncharacteristic shake in his 
pulse. 

"There..."Glorfindel had placed the quill in its place and 
leaned backwards, trying to avoid the aching proximity with 
the young elf's body. He had smiled tenderly at Elrohir and 
asked him to correct the other mistake... He would not have 
manage the trembling of his pulse to give the right form to 
the other symbol...

* * * * * *

Elrohir had lift his gaze from his writing to spy on him 
and he had not been able to change his object of admiration 
quickly enough... Elrohir had noticed him staring at him... 
Sighing heavily he had buried himself in the pages of his 
book.

* * * * * *

"You did not mention any length limit..." The young prince 
had grinned mischievously when Glorfindel had remarked the 
extent of his work. . 

"I think this will do Pen Neth..." He had  smirked amused 
at his smart charge. 

"I am not finished yet..." Elrohir had  drawn closer to 
him, setting his body on fire, as it always happened when 
the elfling was too near to him.

"Are you planning on translating the history of Arda into 
Dwarven?..." He had unsuccessfully  tried to ease the 
painful necessity of closeness.

"If that is what it takes to be near you...". Elrohir had 
purred seductively, staring into his eyes. Again, his 
student had used that honeyed voice he had used some nights 
ago when they cuddled next to the big fire in the 
Halls...Was Elrohir aware of the power of that melodic, 
entrancing purr?... 
How simple it would had been to kiss him right then, how 
easy it would had been surrendering to one of his more 
innocent desires...A kiss...A tender, loving kiss.  He had 
only needed to bend a couple of inches and Elrohir´s sweet 
mouth would have been his... Glorfindel´s mind had already  
played with this idea several times, getting this close to 
his youngest charge made his mind wander through places 
Glorfindel had never wanted to admit...but now... it was 
impossible to suppress the desire. Because he had tasted 
those lips, and they were sweeter than honey itself... 

He would have worshiped first the upper lip, to lovingly 
find the other one waiting below, as his hands tangled in 
that silky feathery dark hair draping over those slender 
shoulders... Glorfindel suppressed a faint moan from 
leaving his parted lips as the images of the first shared 
kiss with Elrohir came to his mind... The youngster's hot 
skin brushing whit his, playfully teasing him... He could 
perfectly remember the hard nipples pressing blatantly 
against his awakened flesh, crying of his beloveds 
arousal...the taunting lips gaining confidence with every 
slight movement of his tongue...

* * * * * * * 

Glorfindel´s head felt backwards as his hand moved to rest 
on his groin...His breathing becoming ever more erratic 
with arousal as past torturing sensations came to tease him 
with something he could not have... not yet at least...

 The palm of his hand gently rubbed the needy flesh under 
the fabric of his pants...he was getting harder and harder 
with every memory and his own touch...until something 
pulled him brusquely out of his trance... 

Someone had knocked on the door...

There it was again... a soft knock... somebody wanted to 
see him... 

Glorfindel cursed himself for the state he was in... and 
managed to recover his lost voice... "Coming..." he stated, 
as he gathered his large robe which was resting at the feet 
of the bed. That would cover his untaken care of need. 

"Elrohir?..." Glorfindel did not know whether to pull the 
young elfling inside, to his bed and let him do whatever he 
wanted to do to him; or to ask why was he up this late at 
night... The blond elder closed his eyes momentarily as the 
ambiguous ideas played in his mind.

"Are you felling well?..." The younger elf asked, his voice 
tinted with concern.

"Yes..."

"You are flushed!..." Elrohir free hand cupped the elder´s 
forehead... "And warm..."

"I am well Lirimaer... I ... was sitting next to the 
fire... that is all..." Glorfindel smiled reassuringly at 
his beloved, who was looking even more adorable than usual, 
frowning his brow in worry and staring at him... " I am 
well... What is it that you need at this hour of the 
night... You should be sleeping..."

"I am no child ..." Elrohir stated a little annoyed both 
because he had just sounded like an infant and because the 
object of his desire saw him like one. How was Glorfindel 
going to see him as a possible lover if he could not stop 
seeing him as a child?...

"I know..." The blond elder smiled reassuringly. 

"Erestor asked me to bring you this..." The young prince 
handled the little bottle to the blond elder.  Their hands 
rose briefly and both elves seemed to froze in time, their 
eyes locking together, watching at the other longingly 
until Glorfindel pulled his hand away from the heavenly 
contact. 

"Thankyou..."  Glorfindel, tried to focus on the small 
phial, he could not bear to look at Elrohir. It ached his 
body to know that he could not pull the youngster inside 
and worship his beloved with adoring kisses... The blond 
elder gazed at Elrohir... No... he could not... If he 
started kissing him tonight, he would not be able to 
stop... "You should go back to bed Lirimaer... It is 
late..." 

Elrohir melted at the hearing of the new adjective 
Glorfindel used to call him... Surely he had declared that 
Elrohir was lovely several times in the past but know, the 
single word seemed to have a whole different new meaning... 
Maybe it was the intonation in which was it said... Or 
maybe the elder´s eyes spoke a different language than the 
other times... Elrohir was not sure what the change really 
was... but he loved to hear him calling him that way...

"I will go to bed after you give me my goodnight kiss..." 
The dark haired prince purred seductively, looking for the 
other's reaction, and smiled when the mighty blond elder 
blushed pretty much like he did... 

Glorfindel bent, closing the distance between the two of 
them and kissed the elfling´s temple... as he usually did 
when he tucked the young one into bed. Then he looked at 
his young pursuer. Elrohir was gazing back at him in 
frustration and the blond elder had to suppress a smirk as 
his teasing kiss had disappointed his beloved Elrohir... 
"There ... you are set for bed now..." He smiled 
affectionately at his young love as this one tried to form 
a plausible excuse to get what he wanted. 

"That is all?..." Was the only thing Elrohir came out with 
as he stared impatiently at his blond tutor gazing back at 
him with both his arms crossed in his chest. "I know I 
promised I would wait ..." 

" Come here..." Glorfindel smiled lovingly and cupped 
Elrohir´s face in both his hands to tenderly kiss him.  

Elrohir whimpered at the surprise of the exquisite assault, 
his body trembled as Glorfindel´s lips brushed against his 
own for some seconds until the blond elf started to worship 
devotedly each one of them, the lower one first and the 
upper one a fraction of seconds later... The elder´s body 
was close, yet not touching his, and his warm breathing 
colliding with his own... in erratic gasps of air. Until 
the feathery like mouth moved away breaking the magical 
kiss...

"Was that better?" The elder elf whispered pressing his 
forehead with Elrohir´s to playfully brush the tip of their 
noses together... never releasing the youngsters flushed 
face...

"Mnnn?...Yes..." The prince of Imladris stated drowsily, 
opening his eyes to face at his beloved smiling lovingly at 
him. 

"Will you go to bed now?" His heart pounded faster, if 
this... surrendering to one of his purest desires made him 
feel like this... Glorfindel could not imagine what it 
would be to allow himself to love Elrohir´s body and let 
his own be loved too...

"Do I have too?..." Elrohir´s nose played against 
Glorfindel´s in a childish act that took a new different 
meaning to him... 

"Yes..." The blond elder purred before kissing the tip of 
Elrohir´s nose. "You do..." he smiled tenderly and after 
petted the elfling´s cheek he moved away from the prince's 
personal  space. 

"Alright..." Elrohir grinned charmingly at Glorfindel "Quel 
du Glorfindel..." and against his own will  he turned to 
leave... 

"Quel du, Lirimaer..."

The elder elf watched as his beloved pranced through the 
hallway to his own private chambers, and after turning one 
last time to see him timidly, the young elf entered his 
room leaving Glorfindel sighing with repressed desire...


TBC...




Title:   Falling into Temptation:   
Chapter/ Part: 9.

Author: Celebrian.
E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com
Web page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Celebrianlotrsfanfiction
Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel    &    Elrond / Erestor.   Elladan also 
mentioned.
Rating: PG13.
Summary:  Upset twins are comforted... (Mnnn... No, Not that way ;o)
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: Amin mela lle: I love you. // Amin mela lle, beika 
Erestor: I love you too Erestor. // Mela en´ coiamin: Love of my life // 
Lirimaer: Lovely one.// Ammin merna lle,  A´maelarain: I want you, My 
beloved. // Quel amrun: Good morning. Menelya: Friday. // Ada: Father/ 
Papa. 
Feedback:  Please, Please!  I beg of you.  I will be eternally grateful   :o)   

Special Thanks to Emerald and Elaine for the wonderful Beta work. :o)

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Glorfindel stepped out of his room and Erestor, who was heading to the 
dinning room, stopped to great his friend.

"Quel amrun Glorfindel" The dark haired elf smirked at the blond one 
"You slept well?..."

"Quel amrun Erestor..." The blond elder looked at his friend smiling as 
they made their way downstairs... 

"Did the elixir reach you last night?..." Erestor asked, chuckling softly. 

"Indeed it did..."  Glorfindel affirmed, looking ahead. "Although I must 
admit the carrier was not one of the ones I expected... I must thank you for 
that..." He turned to face at his dark haired friend. 

"You are welcome..." Erestor smiled. "Did he behave? Or did he give you 
a hard time?..."

"Ah... he always gives me a hard time... You know him... He can not stop 
been adorable..." The blond elder sighed ,defeated, as Elrohir´s door 
opened.  

"Quel amrun, Erestor... Glorfindel..." Elrohir sang happily as he stepped 
out of his private chambers. 

"Quel amrun Elrohir..." Erestor smirked as Elrohir blushed at the sight of 
the blond elf.  "How strange for you to be up this early in the morning..."

"I have not been able to sleep..." Elrohir stated after a flashed look to his 
beloved. 

"Bad dreams Pen-Neth?" Erestor smirked.

"No... I just couldn't..." 

The three elves walked quietly to the dinning room and there they waited 
for the missing ones to arrive.

Elrohir sat in his usual place in front of Glorfindel, Erestor at his father's 
side and Elladan facing him. Finally, when the five of them gathered 
around the table, the servants started to serve the food. 

Elrohir was famished, last night he had finished the contents of the fruit 
tray in his room, and later he had been too lazy to walked downstairs and 
prepare something to snack on.

"You seem rested Glorfindel... I must assume the elixir worked 
fine..."Elrond spoke to the blond elder.

"It did..."

"I will prepare you some more in the afternoon then... I assume you will 
be needing it..." The Lord of the house gazed at his younger son. "Shall I 
prepare some for you too Elrohir?..." 

"Ah?... You spoke to me Ada?..."  Elrohir lifted his gaze from the table's 
spot he was staring at. 

"You look tired... Have you not slept?..."

"Ah... No... I could not... I needed to read a book..." 

"Which book?..." Asked Elrond as he peeled a peach. 

"The one Glorfindel asked us to read"

"Have you finished it?..."Elladan asked after drinking his tea.

"No..." Elrohir did not really want to talk about this... He had tried all 
night to concentrate on the dammed book but it had been impossible, all 
he had in mind was Glorfindel´s lips against his own. And the regret of 
been so drowsy and overwhelmed not to ask for another kiss...He had only 
been able to read twelve pages...

"You read all night... You must be close to finishing it..." Elladan realised 
something was wrong and gave up his little interrogatory as his younger 
twin looked at him pleading to shut up.

"How many pages have you read?..." Glorfindel asked quietly, studying 
carefully the younger prince's expressions. 

"Some..." Elrohir looked at his plate blushing before facing his elder love. 
"I will finish it for tomorrow." * Somehow...*

"Elrohir has had some rough days..."  Elladan stated, defending his 
brother. "Maybe we can move the day of the test?..." 

Elrond´s head snapped from their sons to his blond friend and so did his 
lover's; this was indeed a tough decision for Glorfindel. 
Elrond was sure Elrohir had not read the book and would not be able to 
finish it for the next day, not to mention to answer questions about it...  If 
the blond elder gave the test Elrohir would not pass it... Yet he could not 
cancel and moved the time limit just because... 

"I will consider if Elrohir tells me how many pages he has read, or if he 
really thinks he will be able to end the appointed task for tomorrow..." The 
blond elder stared at his beloved, firmly yet lovingly as he always did with 
both his students. 

"Well... I am not sure I WILL finish it for tomorrow... but I can try..." 
Elrohir played with the corner of his napkin. 

"There is no point in you taking the test and failing...Pen-Neth" Glorfindel 
had to bite his tongue as he almost called Elrond´s littlest son Lirimaer in 
front of everybody... "I want you to learn... if you think you will not be 
able to learn what you need to pass tomorrow's test we can change the 
date... you have had some rough days as Elladan said..." he managed to 
continue... "But this will not become a routine... You two know I only 
change deadlines in special occasions. Only."

"We know..." Elrohir whispered looking at him adoringly... 

"Menelya, next week..." He looked at both the twins. " And it will not be 
moved from that day..."

"It can not... Or it will be too close with the one I am going to give 
them..." Erestor stated. 

" Another test?!...Of what?..."Elladan complained. "I have finished one 
book already... Can we not take a rest?... We are studying all the time!..."

"Well we can always leave some books for summer time..." Erestor stated 
severely. "Although that would cut off several of the outdoors activities..." 

Elrond´s head was now snapping from his lover to his oldest son... they 
were always quarrelling...not odd at all if you considered both their 
tempers... it was quite amusing to watch from the outside... 

"That is not what I meant... I said that we deserve a rest. Now... We have 
worked hard all winter... Ada?!" Elladan asked for his father's help.

"I will not meddle in this matter..." Elrond stated, raising a hand and 
slightly denying with his head both his son and lover, who stared at him 
waiting for him to speak. 

"Ada!". Elladan pouted. "This is not fair!..."

"You can rest while Elrohir finishes reading his book..." Glorfindel stated 
quietly trying to dissipate the oldest twin's distress.   

"I am tired of reading..." Elladan still pouted, now staring at his plate, 
while picking up his food.

"Summer is close Elladan... Sooner than you can imagine you will be able 
to ride and walk through the woods as you much like..."Elrond said 
soothingly to his son... He was the one suffering the most from been 
secluded in the house all winter. The weather was not usually like this... 
but this winter had been a very cruel one...the blizzards had closed all the 
paths and the forest was a treacherous place... 
Although the ring protected the entire valley it was not enough to stop the 
continuous snow storms... and Elrond was not going to use Vilya unless it 
was extremely necessary... It had been hard, but the worst had passed... 
Spring will come and with it, guests will start filling the house...

"Can I go upstairs?..."

"You have not finished your food yet..." Erestor remarked firmly.

"I am not hungry any more..." 

"Alright...But do not go out!"

Elladan sighed and left the table without looking at any of the ones he left 
behind.

The three elder and the youngest prince finished their breakfast quietly, 
Elrohir asked his father's permition to leave the table as soon as he 
finished his food, Glorfindel also left in a hurry leaving the two lovers 
alone...

"Will you talk to him or would you prefer that I do it?"  Elrond asked 
quietly to his beloved who was playing absentminded with his tea's  
spoon.

"No... I will"  Erestor pulled his gaze from the repetitive movements of his 
fingers moving the spoon and looked at Elrond, who was smiling with 
affectionate reassurance at him. 

The younger dark haired elf stood to leave and as he passed Elrond´s chair 
he felt a strong hold grabbing his arm. Erestor looked down at the seated 
half-elf and bent to kiss him softly on the lips. The Lord of Imladris´ 
fingers petted his check tenderly and then he let him go... to go find the 
upset elfling...

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Elrohir found his brother sitting next to the bubbly pool of water,  under 
the house. The same place he had found Glorfindel some days ago...

"I do not want to talk Elrohir..." Elladan warned without taking his eyes 
from the water at his feet. "Go chase Glorfindel or something..." 

"Elladan... Why are you speaking to me like that?".

"Is that not your new favourite pastime?... Follow our blond tutor 
around?..." The oldest twin looked angrily at his mirror image and smiled 
arrogantly. "Is that not?"

"Why are you been cruel to me?..." Elrohir sat next to his older brother 
and looked at him, avoiding his gaze. Elladan had managed to hurt him 
with his cruel statement but he always behaved like this when he was 
upset; the youngest prince was learning how to control his own temper 
when it came to these situations. Elladan always blurted out the first cruel 
thing he had in his mind and Elrohir needed to learn how to remain calm 
and reasonable. There was no use in the two of them killing each other 
with every misunderstanding they had. 

"I am sorry Elrohir, I did not mean what I said... I am just ... nervous..."

"You should probably avoid speaking with Erestor when you are 
nervous... you two always end up fighting about trivial things..."

"You consider trivial the fact that we have been reading, I do not know 
how many books for months without being able to leave the house?". 

"You did leave the house when you escaped to be with..." 

"Why did you come to speak to me?, to tell me you are on their side?!" 
The older brother interrupted. 

"No!. I am on no one's side... Is just that... well I do not understand why 
you are feeling so trapped... You go with Erestor to the stables every day, 
and help to pick up wood, and... you spend lots of time outdoors Elladan... 
I think there might be something more that you do not want to tell me..." 

"There is not."

"Elladan..." Elrohir pleaded. 

"Can I speak to Elladan alone, Elrohir?, Please?" Both twins instantly saw 
the intruder Erestor was looking at them. He had entered the room a few 
moments ago, his presence had been unnoticed under the constant sound 
of the falling water.   

"Yes..." Elrohir nodded and stood, leaving the other elves behind and he 
heard as Erestor thanked him...

The elven Lord approached his student and silently sat next to him.

"I am sorry I raised my voice at you Erestor..." Elladan mumbled almost 
incoherently.

"I am sorry I upset you ..." Erestor stated, making Elladan face him. "Why 
are you looking so surprised?!" The elven Lord laughed softly " I have 
certainly admitted my mistakes before..."

"You were not wrong... I had raised my voice at you... and I know it does 
not take much to make you angry." Elladan smiled bashfully. "Well you 
are not ..."

"I know I am not Glorfindel..." Erestor smiled at the uncertainty of his 
charge as he spoke what he had in mind. 

"Ah... Things would be boring if you were ... I would only have father to 
quarrel with..." The younger elf giggled, amused, forgetting momentarily 
his worries. 

"This is good. The first time I have seen you smiling in a long time..." The 
elder elf was pleased to see his charge calmed. 

"I smile..." Elladan assured sounding childlike.

"I see ... so you just never smile when I am around..." Erestor teased.

"No..."The prince of Imladris stifled a small nervous laugh. " Is just that I 
do not have to many reasons to smile lately..." He looked at his dark 
haired tutor studying him. 

"Why is that Pen-Neth?." 

"I..." The younger elf's face abruptly saddened as he started to play 
nervously with the sash of his robe, twitching it between his long fingers. 
"Well... I... I miss Elrohir... he is busy with his things and ... I feel lonely 
when I do not have him around...." Elladan sighed heavily. 

"You two are growing up, Elladan. You have to become accustomed to the 
changes, it will not be easy, but you will manage. Elrohir will find a 
partner and so will you... Each of you will want to spend time with them 
but that does not mean either of you will ever stop feeling what you feel 
for each other..." He smiled reassuringly at his young pupil. "You will not 
lose him..." 

"I know I will not lose him, but he will stop spending time with me to 
spend it with his significant other...He already does... and I will have no 
one ..." He looked at Erestor who was looking fondly at him "I am not 
jealous of him... I ..."

"Elladan..." Erestor whispered pulling the hair away from the oldest twin's 
face. "You will NEVER be alone... Elrohir might find a lover, but you will 
ALWAYS have him to listen to you or be there for you. As well as you 
will ALWAYS have your father, Glorfindel and me... There is no need for 
you to feel the way you do... Because we will never let you be alone... we 
all love you Pen-Neth., and you will always be able to count on us for 
anything..." the older elf sighed. "If you do feel lonely, and Elrohir is 
busy... you can always distract your mind with..."

"No books!..."

"I was not going to say books!..." The dark haired elder laugh heartily at 
his student's abrupt interruption. "I was going to tell you that whenever 
you fell lonely you can always spend some time with any of us..."

"Mnnn... But, Ada is always working in the study, Glorfindel... well, he is 
busy...and you..." Elladan looked at Erestor as he frowned, waiting for his 
description. "Well... why can you not be always like this?!..."

"You said it yourself Pen-Neth, you would get bored with two sympathetic 
tutors..."

"Yes... But I like you like this, too..." Elladan smiled timidly. 

"Well ... Thankyou..." Erestor smiled in amusement, making his young 
charge blush. "...You can spend time with me, Elladan, I might be harsh 
sometimes but ...It is who I am...Everybody can tell you I have a strong 
temper..."

"I know... and I know you love us..." He smiled shyly at the elder elf. 
"Thankyou Erestor..."

"You are welcome..." The dark haired elder smiled at his charge and 
patted Elladan´s back reassuringly before standing. "Now I better take you 
to the library... We do not want to upset Glorfindel do we?"

* I doubt he would be if I do not appear * Elladan thought to himself. 

After helping the other elf to stand they started their way to the library. 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 
At the same time in the library...

Glorfindel was staring through he window. His eyes lost somewhere in the 
distance. His hearing concentrated on the singing of the birds outside the 
house. He crossed his arms on his chest and sighed.

"Something worries you?." 

"I was listening to the birds" The blond elder turned to face his beloved 
who was standing near his desk, staring at the papers he had written the 
day before. "There were not many mistakes, in your writing... Only the 
first four pages had a couple of misspellings..."

Elrohir only smiled and sat quietly in his place.  

The blond elf silently approached his pupil and sat next to him. "You look 
troubled." Glorfindel said as he pulled Elrohir´s hair away from his face 
and tucked it carefully behind the alluring pointy ear. 

"I am well." The young prince tried unsuccessfully to reassure Glorfindel, 
as he fought not to cuddle into his beloved's tender touch. Elladan had 
insinuated that he chased their blond tutor around as if he were a dog... 
And here he was... not craving the tender, loving touch a dog would crave 
but the one a cat would certainly purr with ... and so would Elrohir if it 
were a little bit more intimate...  

" Then why the gloom in your eyes?."

The elder´s body was close to Elrohir´s, his lips whispering concerned 
words to the youngster's ears... Elrohir wanted to close the distance and 
kiss his beloved, but Elladan´s words still echoed in his mind.  "Elladan 
said something to hurt me..." He mumbled a little dizzy from the other's 
proximity.

"You know your brother does not think about what he says when he is 
upset... Lirimaer."  The prince of Imladris raised his gaze to look at the 
elder elf. "I am sure he did not meant whatever he said to you..." This was 
not the usual consolation Elrohir would have received from Glorfindel. It 
sounded similar, yet different to the dark haired elf's heart. Maybe it was 
the proximity of their bodies that mystified it. Or maybe the soft musical 
whisper soothing his despair instead of the usual tone of voice... It did not 
really matter... Elrohir liked the change of the elder´s improved soothing 
technique.

 Elrohir leaned on Glorfindel´s shoulder, and closing his eyes, he let the 
elder´s perfume invade his senses, making him even dizzier. The prince of 
Imladris loved this scent. It reminded him of all the nights he had slithered 
into his beloved's bedroom and snuggled in the security of his blond 
protector's  arms. How many times had Elrohir fallen asleep holding 
tightly the blond elf's hand to wake in the morning and find himself still 
cradling it selfishly.  Now that same hand was petting his cheek softly  as 
the honeyed whisper asked him if he wanted to go talk to his twin 
brother... The prince declined the offer with a slight movement of his head 
still resting on the elder´s shoulder.
 * I love you * Elrohir wanted to whisper but found himself so entranced, 
he could not find the words. Glorfindel´s breathing was somehow erratic 
and his body was faintly trembling. 

Despite his trance Elrohir was aware that they were still in the library and 
that in any moment anybody could find them. But he did not care, he did 
not want to move away. He wanted more... 

Elrohir pulled his head up from the safety of it's recent nest and with a 
shaky hand cupped the blond elder´s cheek.  Inducing the other to face 
him, the dark haired elf faintly kissed his beloved; his eyes remained 
closed and the kiss was only a sparkle in time but their lips had brushed 
and Glorfindel had not pulled away... nor resisted as he always did... 

When the prince of Imladris opened his eyes, he found a loving smile 
welcoming him to reality... as a tender hand petted his dark mane... 
Glorfindel was there... with him ... and he had not needed to chase him this 
time... he had approached by his own means... 

"You feel better now?" The blond elder whispered as his hand pulled the 
dark stray braids upon Elrohir´s shoulder. 

"Yes." Elrohir smiled at his beloved tenderly. Looking at Glorfindel he 
realized he would chase the golden haired elder as long as he needed to be 
chase because he loved him and he knew Glorfindel loved him too. Elrohir 
decided not to pay attention to Elladan´s, or anybody else's mean words. 
The young prince was strong-minded enough to work hard and win the 
elder´s heart. 


TBC...



Falling into Temptation.
Chapter/ Part: 10.

Author: Celebrian.
E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com
Web page: 
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Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel    &    Elrond / Erestor.   
Elladan also mentioned.
Rating: PG13.
Summary:  A chaotic morning.
Disclaimer: I don't own them   :o(    But they all live in 
my mind.
Warnings:  kinda funny I suppose... 	
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: Amin mela lle: I love you. // Amin 
mela lle, beika Erestor: I love you too Erestor. // Mela 
en´ coiamin: Love of my life // Lirimaer: Lovely one.// 
Ammin merna lle,  A´maelarain: I want you, My beloved. // 
Quel amrun: Good morning. Menelya: Friday. // Ada: Father/ 
Papa. // Mead: Sweet wine of fermented honey.
Feedback:  Please, Please!  I beg of you.  I will be 
eternally grateful   :o)   

* *  Special Thanks to Betas Emerald & Elaine :o)  * *

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

A soft murmur made them pull apart. Glorfindel drew back in 
his chair as Erestor and Elladan appeared through the side 
door. 

Erestor smirked as he saw his golden haired friend pulling 
away quickly from his beloved's side.  The dark haired 
tutor prompted a hesitant Elladan to step in the room. 

"Here I bring you your lost student..."

"I was about to go looking for you, Elladan..." The blond 
eldar looked at Elladan fondly and smiled reassuringly to 
his oldest charge. 

"He thought he could skip his class today." The dark haired 
tutor said playing fake gravity. 

"But we are going to draw maps today!" Glorfindel stated 
thrilled.

"And it is a very useful thing. Right?" Elladan asked 
frowning with both his arms crossed over his chest. 

"Of course it is..." Glorfindel rose from his chair and 
approached the two elves standing close to the door. 

"He likes maps ..." Erestor explain to Elladan who was 
looking at Glorfindel, as if the blond eldar had stated the 
task at hand would be the most enjoyable ever, "one of 
Glorfindel´s favourite types of work..."

"Indeed... It is quite interesting to draw maps, you need 
to be extremely precise" The golden haired eldar looked 
briefly at Erestor and then gazed his student once more. 
"Go fetch the maps on that shelf and find one you like."

"Alright..." Elladan nodded, still gloomy, heading to the 
appointed shelves with his brother.

"Get all you need to start, I will be right back." 

Both elder left the library and, after walking a 
considerable distance so the twins would not be able to 
listen, Erestor finally spoke.  

"Try to pay special attention to Elladan today, he misses 
Elrohir and he feels lonely" Erestor watched Glorfindel 
carefully as the golden haired eldar nodded. "I was 
thinking I might take both of them to the stables with me 
this afternoon."

"Yes. It will do them good to spend some time together." 
Glorfindel stated quietly.

"Do not dare blame yourself for this..."Erestor ordered 
firmly as he saw his friends self guilt darkening the 
momentary bliss on his features. "If it was not you Elrohir 
would have fallen for another elf... and he  would have 
been busy pursuing another instead of you... but this would 
have still be happening. They are only growing up. And we 
all know how susceptible Elladan is in the matters of the 
ones who love him"

"Yes... And since he has broken up with Firnloos he has 
been... "

The two elder stopped their conversation as they heard the 
beginning of a discussion not far away. After looking at 
each other they hurried to the library. As soon as they 
entered the elven tutors found their students, trying to 
rescue the now partially black maps from spilled ink. 

"I have told you to be careful Elrohir!...Look what you 
have done!" Elladan accused.

"I already said I was sorry! There is no need for you to 
yell at me!" 

"There is no need for anybody to raise their voices." 
Stated Glorfindel quietly as he and Erestor approached the 
messed desk. "Accidents do happen... Go clean your hands" 
The golden haired eldar stared at the desk, trying to 
figure out which object should be removed first.

"I am sorry Glorfindel..." Elrohir pouted. 

"It is alright Elrohir. Now, go clean your hands." Erestor 
could see the gloom filling Elrohir´s eyes as Glorfindel 
paid no heed to his apology, instead concentrating on the 
mess he and his brother had caused.

Both elflings left the room and their tutors behind as they 
headed to the kitchen.

Erestor watched the desk and took the small things away as 
Glorfindel took the robe, which had been obviously, used in 
the attempt to absorb some of the ink, off the map. The 
blond eldar sighed at the sight of a bigger mess under the 
piece of clothing.

"I can not move this. I will leave a trail of ink if I do."

"Mnnn... That glass vessel!..." The dark haired elf took 
the empty glass container and handed it to Glorfindel who 
made a bundle to squeeze into it. 

"Elrond will not be happy with this." The blond elf stated 
as he pulled a stray braid out his view. 

"It was an accident. Stay still" Erestor ordered as he 
smirked. "You have ink in your cheek" He said as he rubbed 
the ugly stain off his friend's pale skin. 

"It will match my hands I suppose..." He bitterly mused as 
he stared at his black fingers.

 "Yes..."Erestor giggled. 

The twins stopped at the entrance as they saw the elders 
that close. They were only taking care of the stain but 
somehow they seemed younger to the elflings eyes. Maybe it 
was the fact that elder elves were rarely that close to 
each other...unless they were lovers...or maybe it was 
because they were giggling as young elves do... Erestor was 
trying gleefully to remove the dark stain as he sniggered 
and Glorfindel was smirking, amused. 

"Stay still. Glorfindel." Erestor smiled. "There"

Elrohir envied and hated Erestor at that moment. He was 
touching HIS elf. Glorfindel was HIS. And he did not want 
anybody to touch him. Ever!. 
As the younger prince's irritation grew, his brother 
wondered if the two elves he was watching had been lovers 
in the past. Something twitched in his stomach, at his 
consideration, but he was not able to recognize why.

"Thankyou." Glorfindel smiled at Erestor and looked at the 
two young elves staring at them in awe. "You are back.."

"I will take this to the kitchen...And you do not touch 
your face!." The dark haired eldar commanded chuckling as 
he left the library with the glass vessel; containing the 
now, ruined piece of clothing. 

"We better start doing something. You two tidy the desk 
while I go wash my hands." Glorfindel left, and Elrohir´s 
eyes followed the blond eldar off the room. 

"Will you stare at the entrance until he comes back, or are 
you going to help me?" Elladan asked annoyed, making his 
twin face him. "You think they might have been lovers?" He 
asked puzzled as Elrohir took some clean maps from the 
floor. 

"NO." The younger elf tried vainly to control the tone of 
his voice. 

"You do not think so or you do not want to think so?" 
Elladan asked calmly.

Elrohir stared at his twin for some moments completely lost 
in his anger and suddenly stormed out of the room, leaving 
a surprised Elladan watching him disappear through the 
stone arcade.  

* * * * * * * * * * *

Elrohir entered Glorfindel´s room and stepped into the 
bathroom where the blond elf still worked to remove the 
remains of dark ink from his pale long fingers. 

"Elrohir what are you doing here?!. You should be down 
stairs helping your brother." Glorfindel stated seriously

"Have you slept with him?" The young prince inquired, 
making the serious elf stare at him, frowning in his 
confusion. "With Erestor. Have you ever bedded him?" 

"Elrohir, you are out of your place." Glorfindel stated 
firmly to his young charge as he reached for a towel to dry 
his still inky hands. 

"You are avoiding my question." The prince of Imladris 
stared angrily at the blond eldar, demanding an immediate 
answer.

"You are being childish Pen-Neth" Glorfindel warned quietly 
as he tossed the towel aside and look angrily at his 
beloved. "Now. Let us go downstairs and forget this ever 
happened." He passed next to the young elf, who crossed his 
arms over his chest whilst looking at him sternly.

"I will not leave this room, until you answer what I have 
asked you!"

Glorfindel turned to face the stubborn elfling and he saw 
mixed with the demanding features of his beloveds beautiful 
face, signs of an imminent pout being furiously held back. 
This image reminded Glorfindel that he was not dealing with 
a grown up elf, he was dealing with an elfling who has not 
reached his majority yet. And whose insecurities were 
surely increased by his inexperience in the field of love. 
"No." He stated after a deep sigh. "I have never bedded 
Erestor."

"Then why did you let him touch you?". The youngster's arms 
fell to his sides as his features combined misery with 
jealousy. "I want to be the only one to touch you!"

"You are." He affirmed, locking his gaze with Elrohir´s.

"No. I am not. You would not let me near you ." Warm, 
protective arms enfolded him soothing the distress away as 
soft calming kisses were spread on his hair. 

"You are near me now. And you were yesterday..." Glorfindel 
smiled lovingly at his beloved who had pulled his head up 
to face him. "...when we kissed..." the blond eldar smiled 
as Elrohir blushed. 

"Yes... but, I want..." Elrohir tangled his arms around the 
eldar´s neck. "I want to be with you Glorfindel..." His 
eyelashes fluttered unconsciously. 

* If you only could imagine how much do I have to fight the 
urge to pull you to my bed now... and love you...* "You 
promised you would wait..." The eldar´s whisper reminded 
him. The blond one, thought better to focus on the promise 
Elrohir had made the day before than trying to explain WHY 
they should wait. * Why should we wait?* He asked to 
himself as Elrohir hands slid inside of the neck of his 
robe, to pet teasingly the nape of his neck... His beloved 
was too young and fragile... and this whole scene had 
managed to prove this ... 

"And I will... but I do not want others to touch you...I 
want you to myself..."

"I am yours Elrohir. Have you not noticed yet?" The blond 
eldar smiled as Elrohir grinned pleased with that idyllic 
statement. "I am yours..." Elrohir kissed him possessively 
and Glorfindel allowed the young elf to hold him close, to 
posses him...even if it was only with a kiss.

 Finally air was claimed by their lungs... They looked at 
each other for some seconds and Glorfindel pulled away, 
taking Elrohir´s hand in his own. Silently, he leaded the 
younger one to the door and into the library.

The same mess was still on the floor and on the desk, and 
Elladan was nowhere to be seen. 

"Elladan?" Glorfindel called. 

"He is not here..." Elrohir whispered and looked at his 
beloved. "I might have left him... speaking to himself... I 
..." 

"You stay here... and please try to tidy that mess. I will 
go see where your brother is." The elder elf left after 
Elrohir´s quiet nod. 

* * * * * * * * 

He had searched the entire house and found no signs of 
Elladan. The oldest twin was a master when it came to 
hiding. He would only be found if he wished to be... 

Glorfindel entered the kitchen which was the last place 
Elladan would set a foot in. Too many maids together in one 
place he said, when Elrond punished him with kitchen 
duty... but the blond eldar decided to take a look 
anyway...

He only saw Erestor still holding the library vessel, 
cradled in his arms as he talked to one of the cooks. 

After nodding respectfully to the one he was speaking to, 
the dark haired elf approached his friend, watching him 
with a puzzled look. 

"What have they done now?" Erestor asked at Glorfindel´s 
troubled expression.

"I can not find Elladan. Have you not seen him?"

"Not since I left him in the library..."

"I have searched the entire house and there is no sign of 
him. I hope he has not gone out alone..."The golden haired 
elf said as he rubbed his temple in a worried mannerism. 

"I do not think he did... he is clever enough to know 
better. He will not enrage his father now that his 
reprimand is ending. How did you manage to lose Elladan?" 
Erestor asked amused and intrigued. 

"I left after you did, to go wash my hands and Elrohir 
followed some minutes after ... He appeared in the bathroom 
and when we came down Elladan was gone."

"Did he made a scene?..."Erestor looked at his friend who 
was quietly searching the place with his eyes.

"Who?" Glorfindel managed to say distracted.

"Elrohir." With the mention of the youngest prince name 
Erestor got Glorfindel´s full attention. "He was about to 
shout at me to step away from you when he saw us..."

"Are you planning on carrying that all day?" Glorfindel 
asked a little annoyed at the elf standing infront of him 
cradling the vessel as if it was an injured animal.

 These had been really long hours and they still had all 
day to survive the young prince's particular moods...

"I knew it... I should be more careful when the little one 
is around... If he is half the way his father is ..." 
Erestor spoke with genuine concern about the youngster's 
feelings. If he was half the way his father was, both 
Glorfindel and Elrohir would have to learn to deal with 
that. Peredhil men tended to be a little... possessive with 
their lovers. And sometimes both ends of the road suffered 
the consequences of that behaviour. Nothing Erestor could 
not manage, a couple of kisses and the right kind cuddles 
worked magic when it came to reassured his beloved. But 
Glorfindel could not use that kind of magic yet... nor he 
dared to...

"How am I?" Elrond asked, surprising his lover as he stood 
behind him, close yet not close enough for contact. Only 
the fabric of their clothes meet. 

"Then you blame ME for listening to the conversations of 
others..." Erestor complained bogusly as he turned to face 
his beloved who smiled tenderly, back at him.

"I was passing by..." The Lord of Imladris teased. Using 
the same excuse his lover had used when he had been the one 
caught listening to his private conversation with 
Glorfindel. The conversation in which Elrond had confessed 
the true nature of his feelings towards Erestor. "Why are 
you carrying that?" He asked as he poked the fabric on the 
vessel and recognised his son's robe. "What happened?"

"What do you want to hear first?" Erestor smiled. 

"I want to hear everything." Elrond ordered lightly as he 
watched the golden haired eldar rubbing his forehead 
nervously. "Are you well Glorfindel?" 

"I can not find Elladan..." The blond eldar´s heart was 
pounding furiously. There was no other way to explain how 
he had lost the oldest of Elrond´s sons but to reveal that 
Elrohir had followed him. And he did not want to reveal the 
younger one's actions, nor his. But there was no other way 
to explain what had happen.  

"Our elflings are rather excited today... I am afraid they 
have stressed Glorfindel" Erestor stated trying to help his 
blond friend. Surely Glorfindel would not want to tell 
Elrohir´s father that the young elf had followed him. Much 
less explain the nature of the conversation Glorfindel had 
had with the youngest prince. 

"What have they done?" Elrond addressed to both his lover 
and his golden haired friend. 

"To summarize... The twins had a quarrel or something like 
it, because Elrohir was troubled when he came to the 
library, then they spilt a gill of ink on a couple of maps, 
whilst I was discussing Elladan´s mood with Erestor ... " 
Glorfindel pointed to the bottom of the glass container in 
Erestor´s arms. "... and they have obviously used Elrohir´s 
robe to clean the mess... making it worse... "

"Come. Let us go to the library... We will wait for them 
there."

"Elrohir is supposed to be there. I left him cleaning the 
remains of the mess they had made in order to save the rest 
of the maps..." Glorfindel stated as they started their way 
to the library. "Give me this..." He took the glass vessel 
from Erestor´s hands and handed it to one of the nearest 
maidens. After thanking the young elf-girl he looked at 
Erestor.  "Someone might think you are in love Erestor..." 
He teased, making Erestor blush while his lover looked at 
him, suppressing a chuckle. 

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

Neither Elladan nor Elrohir were in the library. Some of 
the maps still lay on the stone floor. 

The still chaotic scene made the three elders sigh heavily. 

"We will wait for them here... They will come back ..." 
Elrond pronounced. 

Erestor and Glorfindel sat around the inviting fire while 
Elrond poured some wine into the crafted goblets.  

"Have you spoken to Elladan?" Elrond asked his lover as he 
handed him a goblet filled with mead after had handed 
another one to Glorfindel, who was sitting in front of him. 

"Yes. He is quite troubled. He misses Elrohir terribly and 
he is afraid he might lose him somehow. He feels lonely. We 
should pay more attention to him over the next couple of 
days."

"Yes... Especially since he lost Firnloos, it is never easy 
to lose the one you love or think you love..." Glorfindel 
agreed. 

"Especially at their age..." Erestor added. It seems like 
the end of the world when you lose the affection of the one 
you hold dearest ..."

"It always hurts... No matter the age you have. If you are 
in love, it is the end of the world to your heart.." Elrond 
added gloomily. 

"I have told him he can spend time with us when he is 
feeling lonely...We can ask for his help with  some trivial 
work..."

"Elladan would hate me if I asked him to help me remake the 
maps they have ruined. And I am afraid that is what I will 
be doing the next days..." 

" I am sure Elrohir will be happy to help you..." Erestor 
grinned playfully. 

"Speaking of Elrohir." The Lord of Imladris flipped his 
gaze, from his teasing lover, to his blond blushing friend 
sitting in front of him. "How is he?".  He asked avoiding 
Erestor´s perfect cue to torture the golden haired eldar. 
His friend had had a difficult day this far. He would not 
make it worst. For now...

"He is well... he was upset this morning  about something 
Elladan told him... but I believe he has already forgotten 
that... and then he mentioned that he had left his brother 
speaking to himself... but I did not pay much attention,  
as I needed to go search for Elladan."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *  
"Elladan? Are you in here?" Elrohir whispered as he popped 
his head through the door of the storage room, he had never 
liked that place and he doubted he ever would. Too dark and 
silent for his personal taste yet it seemed to be one of 
Elladan´s favourite hiding places. He had told Elrohir so, 
only under the promise that he would never shared his 
secret with the elder. No matter how bad the situation was 
Elrohir could never reveal this hiding place. "Elladan?"   

"Go away..." The distant voice ordered. 

"Please do not make me go in there. Come out and talk to 
me..."The younger prince pleaded. 

"What for?. You will leave me speaking alone again." 
Elladan recriminated from the security of the dark corner 
he was huddled in. 

"I am sorry Elladan... I did not mean to leave you talking 
to yourself. I was not really thinking... Please come 
out..." 

"No!"

"Very well..." Elrohir took a deep breath as if he was 
about to go under water and entered one of the rooms that 
had caused him nightmares when he was little. Elrohir 
smiled to himself at the memory of the blond eldar cradling 
him tightly on his arms soothing the bad dreams away... 
"There you are! You know I hate this place..." The younger 
brother complained as he sat next to his twin. 

"You did not have to enter." 

"Yes I did. You did not want to come out." 

"What do you want?." 

"I want to know why are you angry at me. I know I was  rude 
a few hours ago, but I did not mean to be, and I feel there 
is something else." He looked at his twin, batting his 
eyelashes. "Please. Tell me what is going on..." 

"You would already have noticed, if you were not eyeing 
Glorfindel all day." The oldest prince retorted dryly. 

"You know I can not help it Elladan." Elrohir blushed at 
this statement. Luckily the shadows of the room hid it. 

"You are following him all the time, speaking of him all 
the time, watching him... there are other things besides 
Glorfindel. I can understand you are in love with him. But 
you forgot about me..." He ended quietly. "I miss you..." 

"Oh. I am sorry." Elrohir embraced his brother tightly. So 
tightly he nearly choked him. 

"Can't breathe" Elladan gasped. 

"Sorry..." Elrohir giggled as he pulled Elladan´s hair away 
of his beautiful face.  "I love you Elladan. I would never 
forget about you!. I realised I might be little distracted 
pursuing Glorfindel."

"A little?!. You are not pursing, Elrohir. You are hunting. 
You have not seen yourself staring at him. You look at him 
as if he was your prey."

"I do want him Elladan. More than anything...And besides 
you were the one who told me to hunt him!" He slapped his 
twins shoulder. "You told me I gave him time to think..." 

"Well you are certainly not giving him much time to think 
now..." He chuckled. "I think he does love you. I have seen 
him watching you..." The oldest prince smiled reassuringly 
at his brother. 

"You have?! When?!" Elrohir asked excited. "Tell me"

"Lots of times. When he thinks neither of us is paying 
attention to him." Elladan smiled proudly. "But I saw him. 
Lots of times... and he did not notice me. But you... You 
should be more careful. Otherwise father is going to 
notice."

"I do try to avoid Glorfindel when father is around. I can 
not see him without being able to lose myself in his 
beauty..." The younger prince sighed dreamily.  "He is so , 
beautiful... the golden hair falling lazily down his 
back..."

"Oh no. Do not dare start now. You will make me run away 
from here if I have to listen to you one more time speaking 
of why you think Glorfindel is the most beautiful 
inhabitant of Imladris. We already did that...and we have 
disagreed..." He said thoughtfully. 

"Yes..." Elrohir smiled. "Erestor is quite attractive too 
but..." Elrohir bit his tongue so as not to reveal his 
brother what he had found. Not yet, Elrohir preferred to 
talk to his father before discussing his father's affairs 
with his twin. Elrohir did not know how he was he going to 
react. After all Elladan was the one more attached to their 
mother.

"But what?"

"I forgot... what I was going to say..." The youngest twin 
giggled nervously. 

"Are you two not supposed to be taking your class with Lord 
Glorfindel?". Lindir asked as he saw the twins sitting in 
the shadows of the storage room corner. 

"Eh... Yes... Is just that... We were ..." Elladan mumbled 
without really knowing what he was going to say. 

"Does he know you are here?"

"No..."Elrohir muttered ashamed. 

"Well. Then I recommend you to go back to your class if you 
do not want to get yourselves in trouble."

"Yes Lindir..." The twins spoke at unison and hurried off 
the room. 

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The twins entered the library and stopped at the entrance 
hesitatingly. They were all there. Erestor, Glorfindel and 
their father... They were in trouble. 

"Come... Please.". Both Glorfindel and Erestor moved their 
gazes to the main door as Elrond welcomed his hesitant 
sons. The two elflings were standing as if they wanted to 
run away from the room. 

"Ada...We..." Elrohir stopped as Elrond calmly raised his 
hand shushing him. 

"I do not want to hear any excuses. From either of you." He 
stared at both of them sternly. 

"But..."

"Elladan." The Lord of Imladris warned to his oldest son as 
he looked at him.  "I will be the one asking only the 
questions that need to be answered." Both his sons looked 
at him and then stared at the floor.   "You have spilled 
ink on two of our more useful maps, Elrohir´s robe was 
ruined in the attempt to save the documents. The library is 
a mess and I believe Glorfindel asked you to tidy it...how 
long ago?. An hour?!..."

"And a half..." muttered the youngest prince.

"We are sorry Ada... It is just that..."  Elladan was 
adding when he found himself interrupted by his father's 
deep voice. 

"What was so important as to trouble your tutor this way? 
... and to delay your class?!" 

"It is my fault... I said something I should have known 
would upset Elrohir and ..."

" No, Papa...It was my fault. I left Elladan speaking to 
himself and when I ... well I went to find him ..." The 
youngest prince interrupted his brother. 

"First. I can not imagine what could have been so important 
as to leave your brother speaking to himself. But that I 
will not ask about. What I want to know is much less 
complicated. Why have you two left the library when 
Glorfindel clearly asked you to stay here and clean this 
chaos you have created..."

"There is no simple answer to that Ada..." Elladan almost 
stepped back unconsciously as he met his father's irritated 
look. Elladan thought he would die of fear if he were an 
orc and had to face his enraged father in battle. He could 
kill the enemy with that piercing look. Elladan was happy 
he was his son... and not his enemy. "Well it is not simple 
to explain..."He muttered fearfully.

"Elrohir?. Can you explain what happened?"

Elrohir did not dare to look up from the square he was 
concentrating on. If he looked up he would look at 
Glorfindel and his father would notice. The stone square 
was safer... "No. Papa... I am sorry..." He whispered. 

"You have troubled Glorfindel the way you did for no reason 
then?!"

"Nay... There was a reason, Ada..." Elrohir babbled still 
staring at the stone square next to his father's feet. 

"We just...can not tell it to you ..."The oldest twin added 
uneasily.

Elrond raised both his eyebrows and stared at his children 
mutely. What could he say to that?. 

"And we are sorry we distressed Glorfindel... we did not 
mean to..."Elladan felt a little uncomfortable with the 
fact, that his dark haired tutor had been present for his 
father's admonishment to them... He was looking stern 
again, serious, as he always looked... Suddenly Elladan 
missed the smile Erestor let him see a few hours ago... 

"We will behave... We promise papa..." Elrohir mumbled 
shyly. Glorfindel was there... how was Elrohir going to 
convince the blond eldar that he was older enough to be 
with him if his father kept treating him like this in front 
of him...

"Do you have something you would like to say, Glorfindel?" 
Elrond asked. 

"No..." The golden haired elf shook his head slightly as he 
faced the Lord of the house. 

Elrohir´s heart broke in thousands of pieces... He had 
troubled his beloved and now Glorfindel was sad and 
stressed because of him... and Elladan... Ah... what would 
Elrohir not do to soothe Glorfindel´s worries away... 

"Well... I think there is nothing more to say then. You 
will clean that ..." The Lord of the house pointed the mess 
on the floor. "And you will start your class as soon as you 
finish with it. When you finish here, you two will go help 
Lindir in the kitchen and do what ever he needs you 
to...yes Elladan?!" Elrond stared at his older son 
menacingly as this one, bit his tongue not to complain. 
"Something you want to say?" 

"No papa... We will help Lindir..." The oldest twin managed 
to say unhappily.

"Good... Now start with that..." Elrohir and Elladan went 
to do as they were ordered and the dark haired elven Lord 
grasped the golden haired shoulder reassuringly. "Do you 
feel like dealing with them until the afternoon my friend?" 
He asked not so secretly that his children did not hear and 
he could almost feel Elrohir´s anxious peep at them while 
he tided the papers on the floor. " If either of them cause 
even minimal trouble, you send them to the study" He added 
after Glorfindel nodded. 

The dark haired elder had left the room and after taking a 
deep breath Glorfindel stood to help the twin brothers 
clean the mess it should have been cleaned hours ago... 

TBC...



Falling into Temptation.
Chapter/ Parts: 11-15.

Author: Celebrian.
E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com
Web page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Celebrianlotrsfanfiction so I 
can let you know when new chapters are up :o) ... or ...My web-site 
http://geocities.com/sabrinallo/index.html 
Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel    &    Elrond / Erestor.   Elladan also 
mentioned.
Rating: PG13.
Summary:  Elrohir makes little use of his new found secret regarding his 
father´s true relationship with his chief advisor and Elladan tries to give 
Elrohir a little nudge out of the door. 
 Disclaimer: I don't own them   :o(    But they all live in my mind.
Warnings: Angst I suppose.	
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.
-- *In Elrond´s reminiscence the twins are  31, that would make them 13 
according human standards *.--
Elvish Translations Ada: Father/ Papa.
Feedback:  Please, Please!  I beg of you.  I will be eternally grateful   :o)   

* * Thanks to Elaine and Emerald for the  beta and the wonderful     
additions to the story :o) * *

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Everything was running smoothly in the library... The twins had quietened 
down as soon as their father left the room, and did not cause any more 
trouble. 

Now the three elves were each concentrating hard on their work. Elrohir 
was drawing a map of the route from Lórien to Imladris, and Elladan one 
of the routes which get to Mirkwood forest, while Glorfindel remade one 
of the maps ruined in the morning. 
 
The blond eldar was distracted by a movement at a desk other than his 
own. Elrohir was briskly rubbing his arms. Glorfindel had felt the slight 
change of temperature as the fire started to die down, but he had been 
reluctant to leave the path he was drawing unfinished. So he had paid no 
attention to it.  The difference was that Elrohir was only wearing a thin 
shirt because his robe was unwearable after the attempt to save the maps 
on which the ink had fallen. 

After a deep sigh Glorfindel finally stood to add more wood to the ashes 
of the almost dead fire. 

Elrohir's eyes followed the blond eldar from the desk he was working at to 
the fireplace. He was adding wood to it. The younger prince sighed as he 
watched his beloved... 

Fortunately Glorfindel could not stay upset with him and Elladan for very 
long... He thought while he dreamed of the blond elf's lips...

"Can you pass me more ink?..." Elladan asked, concentrating on his work. 
After no reply, nor ink, he looked up and saw his brother staring dreamily 
at Glorfindel as he lit the fire. "ELROHIR!"

"What?..." The younger prince snapped back from his dreamland in which 
Glorfindel was lighting the fire so they could lay warmly next to it holding 
each other closely; and  looked at his brother. 

"INK"

"Oh ... Yes..." Elrohir smiled, ashamed for been caught out so easily, and 
handed the ink to Elladan. 

The two dark haired elves watching the whole scene from the side door 
had to suppress a chuckle at Elrohir´s obvious distraction. 

Elrond remembered a similar situation had occurred a few years ago on a 
spring day when Elrohir´s infatuation for his tutor had been fully revealed. 

* * * * * * * * 

They had been all sitting around a big natural stone ledge which served as 
their table for lunch  that day. The sun had been up in the sky and the party 
of elves had arranged their table under the shadowy protection of the 
branches of a short tree close to the riverbank. Elrond, Erestor, Glorfindel, 
Lindir, and the twins were enjoying some free time from their daily 
duties... Galdor had also been there... and Haldir...

"This is so peaceful. I enjoy the quietness of the forest but at the same it 
makes me miss the sound of the ocean nonetheless.", Galdor had stated.  

"I know what you  mean. Everytime I leave Imladris one of the things I 
miss the most is the sound of the waterfalls." Erestor had stated. 

"The trees... The tall ancient trees is what I miss the most..." Haldir had 
confessed dreamily, to himself more than for the others.
 
"Ada. Are Elrohir and me going to see the ocean soon?. I want to see it..." 
Elladan pleaded at his father. 

"You will see it Elladan..." Elrond had smiled at his oldest son's natural 
rush for the knowledge of unknown things and places. "I can not tell you 
how soon but you will."

"Do you miss something from Gondolin Glorfindel?...Something especial 
like the sound of the waterfalls or the ocean, or the trees of Lórien?" The 
oldest prince had inquired. 

"Maybe the reflection of the sun on the walls of the city. There was a high 
hill where you could watch the sunset and the special tonalities that the 
city took as it went down...until Ithil appeared to take it's place in the sky."

"What do you think you'll miss if you had to stay away from home?" 
Elrond had asked Elladan. 

"Mnnn... You." Elladan stated after some thinking "I would miss you Ada. 
And Erestor and Glorfindel and Lindir too..."  

With this statement the oldest prince had won a tender loving kiss placed 
on his head by a joyful father. 

"And you Elrohir?". Glorfindel had asked turning his gaze to his youngest 
pupil.

"Ah?..." Elrohir had blushed furiously while fidgeting frantically with the 
fabric of his light shirt. "What?... I...I..." Was the only sound he had been 
able to mumble. 

"It seems you have a young and adoring admirer. My friend." Haldir had 
mused outloud to the greater distress of the young elf-boy, whose face at 
that point was as red as a mature apple, his eyes had desperately sought  
help from his other tutor sitting next to him. Who, after chuckling  at both 
Haldir´s comment and Elrond´s perplexed raised eyebrow, had petted the 
young prince's back soothingly. And  Elrohir had sunk in to the protection 
of the dark haired eldar´s arms. 

While Glorfindel had been as baffled as Elrond with the younger prince's 
reaction. 

* * * * * * * *

Elrohir was leaning his upper body over Elladan´s map and staring 
dreamily at his beloved.

Glorfindel stood and smiled at the sudden change of Elrohir´s object of 
observation. Now the youngest prince seemed to be trying to memorize 
what his brother had drawn...

"Elrond!. Erestor!..." The blond eldar made a slight bow in salutation to 
the two observing elves.

At the knowledge that his father was in the same room Elrohir started to 
bite his lower lip nervously. *Had he noticed him staring at Glorfindel?*. 
The younger twin felt a kick on his leg and he gazed at Elladan who was 
looking intently at him and trying to tell him to loosen up. 

"Have they given you more trouble?" Elrond asked seriously as he and his 
lover approached the small group that gathered around Elladan´s desk. 

"They have behaved..."Glorfindel smiled lovingly at both his students who 
were looking at him, waiting for him to talk. 

"It is always good to hear that..."  The Lord of the House smiled proudly at 
his sons. 

"Are your students too busy Glorfindel?. I thought they might want to 
come with me to the stables to check on the horses..."

"But Papa told us to. Ouch!" Elrohir complained loudly at his brother 
kicked him on his leg. 

"Why are you kicking your brother Elladan?!" Elrond asked, pretending to 
be angry whilst in fact he was fighting not to laugh. "I do remember what I 
have said this morning. And you two WILL help in the kitchen later."

"Ada! There are too many maids there!" Elladan complained. "They ... 
giggle for no reason! ...It is very awkward..." The oldest prince frowned 
his forehead to emphasise his discomfort.

"Maybe you should think about that before you get into trouble." Elrond 
stated calmly, staring at his son. 

"Can we not help Erestor in the stables instead of kitchen duty?. Please?". 
Elladan looked pleadingly at his father, who turned to look at Erestor 
momentarily. 

"I have no problem..." The dark haired tutor confirmed.  "But if you 
misbehave. You will go directly and without questions to the kitchen." 
Erestor clarified, firmly staring at his pupils.

"We will be nice Erestor." Elrohir assured. 

*Is it possible for you not to be nice Lirimaer?* Glorfindel thought as he 
gazed momentarily at his beloved. "We are finished here for today." The 
golden haired eldar assured as he forced himself to look at his friends. 

"You do not need them to help you clean this?".

"No... I will manage..."

"I will help him. You go..."Elrond stated before his younger son could 
form any of the words he had in mind. He had to repress the smirk playing 
on his lips when the youngest elfling pouted involuntarily. 

"I will go get the coats..." Elladan leapt out of his chair and stormed out of 
the room. 

"I will go bring some tea." The golden haired elf Lord stated. 

Elrond, Erestor and Elrohir were left alone in the library... The young 
prince went back to his desk and sat to finish a border he was drawing on 
his map until his brother came back with the cloaks. Elrohir tried vainly to 
focus on the sheet of paper he was working on but instead his gaze kept 
jumping to his father and his lover. They were looking at Glorfindel´s 
half-finished map. And talking about their friend's drawing skills.  Elrohir 
looked at them carefully and wondered how had he been so foolish as not 
to realise before about their relationship. Their body language spoke of 
their true union to everyone who wanted to listen. 

"How come you are wearing a high neck shirt Erestor?". Elrohir asked, 
playing intrigued, and hardly managing to suppress the already formed 
smirk on his face when both his father and his lover snapped from the map 
they were concentrating on, to look at him. "You used to tell Elladan and 
me they were not comfortable when we needed new clothes..."

"Well... They are not Pen-Neth..."Erestor managed to say uneasily. 

"Then why are you wearing it?." Elrohir pierced both Erestor´s and his 
father's anxious glances, smiling ingenuously at them. 

"... I... do not know. I suppose it is the first thing I found this morning..."

"Ah... Well... You look nice in it... Does he not Ada?" The young elfling 
flipped from the panicked dark haired elf to the Lord of the house. 

"Eh...Yes... I have not really noticed..." Elrond managed to say after 
paying a quick look at his beloved. 

"I could not find yours Elrohir". Elladan yelled as he entered the room. 

"I will get it..." Elrohir smiled to the two elders and left with his twin 
brother. 

Both elves looked at each other anxiously.

"You are shaking Erestor." The Lord of Imladris assured. 

"So are you..." 

"Has he noticed?" Elrond asked puzzled to his lover. 

"I do not know" the dark haired elf tutor muttered. "Maybe it is time to 
talk to them... We have put this issue aside for far too long... It will be 
worse if they find out in another way. Yesterday night, when I left the 
study, Elrohir was outside searching for a book." 

"You have not told me that." Elrond accused lightly. "...I thought I might 
have heard a noise..." he thought outloud. 

"He acted normally! I paid no heed to it. If he had listened to anything he 
would have acted somehow different..." Erestor tried to reassure his better 
half as much as he tried to reassure himself of what he was saying. 

"Yes... I assume he would..." Elrond lost himself in Erestor´s dark eyes as 
he collected himself. "We might be over reacting." He smiled amorously 
at his beloved. "You DO look...NICE ...in that shirt..." He stated with a 
wicked smile playing on his features as he gave Erestor a full hungry look 
which made the other elf blush. 

"The twins are close..." Glorfindel informed, noticing the idyllic moment 
his friends were sharing, as he entered carrying a tray with tea as well as 
something to snack on and placed it in a small wooden table. 

"We are ready Erestor!..." Elladan yelled from the front door a fraction of  
a second later than the warning , as his father managed to pull away from 
Erestor´s entrancing eyes.

"I am coming..." Erestor glanced at  his elder love and followed the 
hurrying elflings. 

The blond eldar looked at his friend and smiled knowingly. 

"How many times have you saved us for being caught in an awkward 
situation?" Elrond mused heartily, smiling at his blond friend. 

"Ai... I stopped counting when the children were twelve..." The golden 
haired elf laughed. And so did Elrond.

"Thankyou" The dark haired elven Lord smiled gratefully at the other and 
took the offered steamy cup of tea. "Elrohir does not know anything. Does 
he?" 

"Not that I am aware of. Why?"

"Mnnn... Nothing... Must be my imagination playing with me..." Elrond, 
who was looking through the window, turned to face his friend. "Elrohir 
was watching you..." The elven Lord let a small giggle escape his mouth. " 
While you were adding wood to the fire... That reminded me of the time 
Haldir noticed -before all of us- the nature of  his feelings towards you..."  

"I remember...Nine years ago." 

"Yes...Nine years ago since we noticed, but I believe it is far longer that he 
has felt  that way." Elrond sat facing Glorfindel in one of the chairs around 
the little table that held the tea tray. "Even as a baby he would only stop 
crying in your arms."

"He and Elladan were adorable babies..." The golden haired eldar smiled 
at the remembrance of both infants in his arms. "But I can not be objective 
with this.. They will always be adorable to my eyes... And I am afraid they 
know that..."He chuckled. "And use it on their own behalf". 

"Yes. They know how to use their ...charms... with us, and which kind 
with who".  Elrond chuckled heartily. 

"They have grown to be magnificent young elves"

"Yes." Elrond smiled "I still do not understand how Celebrian was able to 
leave them the way she did." 

"She might have her reasons." Glorfindel said quietly. "Not every one is 
meant to be a parent."

"I know. But still I can not understand how she could abandon them", 
Elrond shook his head in disbelief. "How was she able to push them away 
the way she did... does, when she is here. They are not the ones to blame 
for our losses."

"Of course they are not. But you have to understand that Celebrian is very 
troubled and  alone. She, differently from you, has lost all possibility of 
being with the one she had chosen to share her heart with. She has to carry 
this burden, of a loveless marriage, alone. Her bed is empty either here at 
Imladris or Lórien. "

"She has the same freedom I have to find a rightful Lover Glorfindel." 
Elrond reproached childishly, making the blond eldar smile for he had 
sounded pretty much like his oldest son. 

"That is not the kind of emptiness I was referring about..." Glorfindel 
smiled tenderly at the Lord of Imladris. He was a mighty warrior and a 
mighty Lord but sometimes, he could not help but look as vulnerable as a 
small child. 
Speaking of the full round of the sun when Elrond had almost lost his 
beloved was one of the main reasons for such vulnerability showing. Only 
Glorfindel had been allowed to witness his pain and help him carry it. 
Referring to Celebrian... Elrond always looked vulnerable when this issue 
was the main topic of conversation and his lover was not in the same 
room. He would always blame himself; for taking away Erestor´s rightful 
place in his - their-, lives it was something he would never be able to 
endure.

"She could have the love of her children, yet she always manages to push 
them away."

"She can not let the twins love her because she is not ready to love. And 
for that, she first needs to feel she deserves to be loved."

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The three dark haired elves were standing at the entrance of the stables. 
Erestor was searching visually for the elf-boy he had been talking to the 
previous day. 

"You two go help brush the horses and I will be right back." The elder one 
ordered his pupils and with this the elven Lord left the twins alone.

"Since when are you so eager to work in the stables?." Elrohir asked 
annoyed at his brother  . 

"Do you prefer the kitchen?"

"Neither..." Muttered Elrohir throwing Elladan a brush. "I will have to 
spend a whole hour in the tub to get rid of the smell now."

"You can always ask for help..." The oldest prince teased. "Maybe 
...someone to help you cover yourself with soap..." he grinned. 

"He would not be interested." Elrohir sighed, bothered. 

"Are you sure?"

"I correct  myself. He might be interested but will never agree to do it."

"I am sorry... He will give up someday. Do not worry."

"But..."  The young prince muffled. "I do not know."

"What?". Elladan inquired intrigued.

"I can not wait much longer... I ... I am not myself Elladan." Elrohir 
whispered. 

" Why do you say that?"

"The ... feelings I have. They frighten me sometimes. I ... think things I 
have never thought before." He whispered conspiratorially to his brother 
over the back of the horse they were brushing. 

"Like?..."

"Ah... No... Forget it. Never mind..."

"Came on Elrohir! you can talk to me. I will not tell." He reassured his 
youngest twin. "And I promise not to laugh if it is something funny"

"I think of slipping into his bed in the middle of the night when everybody 
is sleep." Elrohir confessed.

"That is all?" The oldest elf raised his shoulders as if he could not see 
what the problem was. "You have DONE that your whole life!"

"Yes. But that is not all I want to do." Elrohir looked at his brother a little 
scared. "Yesterday I took the sleeping elixir father prepared for him, and 
when I was in my room, after I handed it to him, I could not stop thinking 
if he wouldn't notice if I ... entered the room and...lay with him and..." he 
trailed off, ashamed at his thinking. 

"Touch him?"

"Yes." Elrohir looked a little desperately at his brother, asking for some 
kind of advice. 

"That is quite normal Elrohir." Elladan smiled soothingly at his twin. "You 
only want to be with him."

"But. It is not good to ... touch... somebody in their sleep. I would never 
have thought of it Elladan. I would never dare hurt him." 

"You will not hurt him Elrohir. Listen. I have had the same kind of ... 
sensations and I know they are quite overwhelming and frightening. But... 
there is nothing wrong with them. You think you will not be able to 
control yourself from doing what you have in mind and you end up doing 
nothing." Elladan smiled confidently to his anxious twin. "Is this why you 
were so quiet at breakfast?"

"Mnnn... That and because I have not read the book... I saw him as soon as 
I stepped out of my room this morning and I thought I would kill myself 
before hurting him." Elrohir added after some consideration. 

"I believe you had this fantasy because Glorfindel..."Elladan looked 
everywhere as his brother frantically shushed him "... he would not let you 
touch him when he is awake... so you thought of an alternative 
possibility..."  he ended whispering. " ´Tis nothing Elrohir. Trust me."

"I do not know Elladan. Sometimes I think I might not be able to handle 
this. It is only getting worse."

"Maybe if you... touched yourself more often..." Elladan advised.

"ELLADAN!" Elrohir chided outraged. 

"What?! It might help you... bear... the waiting..." Elladan smirked at his 
still outraged brother. "Is not like you have never done it. Do not be such a 
prude Elrohir. It does help. You should try to do it more often."

"I think you have brushed that part already Elrohir." Erestor mused as the 
twins snapped to face him. "I would hurry if I were you. You still have 
five more steeds to work on before dinner. And I do suppose you will 
want to take a bath first." 

"Five more?!" Elladan cried. 

"Yes... Five more." The dark haired eldar smirked at his student's reaction. 
"I will be outside if you need me. Alright?."

 "We will never finish in time for dinner..." Elrohir whined. 

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Elrohir was in his room, stable work finally over for the day. The only 
thing left was the smell on his body and clothes. 

The young prince took the clothes off quickly, throwing the garments in a 
disregarded pile at the side of the tube and, once naked, sank in the steamy 
scented water. He closed his eyes, sighing with pleasure as the warm 
liquid surrounded his naked flesh, and leaned into the crafted stone wall.  
Glorfindel´s hands brushing his hair tangles free came immediately to his 
mind. He could almost feel the tender movement of his hands, pulling the 
few braids he had been wearing that day, the day he had rescued him. 

Running an unconscious hand across his chest, he remembered the brush 
of his beloved's naked flesh against his. How soft it had been to Elrohir´s 
awakened body, maybe if he had pushed things further back then... but he 
did not... and all he had now was the memory of the warm alluring contact 
of their heated bodies; crushing together during their passionate kiss.  
What wouldn't Elrohir give to have Glorfindel coming through his 
bathroom  door at that instant and taking him. Making love to him... All he 
craved was his touch, his loving tender touch... on his entire body...


Part 12

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Glorfindel entered Elrohir´s private chambers after knocking several times 
on the door.

"Elrohir?" He asked as he noticed that the gloomy room was empty. Only 
a couple of candles had been lit; obviously the elf in charge of that work 
had not passed through the prince's room yet. "Elrohir?" He insisted as he 
headed to the bathroom door and sighed heavily at the sight he saw. 
Elrohir had fallen asleep in the bathtub. 

Quietly the golden haired eldar approached the stone tube and knelt next 
to it. How enticing the young one looked naked, only covered by the few 
little bubbles on the surface of the water. Only part of his chest and a 
flexed knee were exposed, his head was leaning gently on the stone wall. 

Glorfindel swallowed hard. And uncertainly he rose his hand to lovingly 
pet the elfling´s pinkish cheek. 

"Amin mela lle Elrohir..." He whispered carefully, not wanting to wake 
the sleeping figure in the water. "Amin mela lle..." 

Elrohir´s face searched naturally for the source of pleasure, and his cheek 
followed the tender touch as he moaned softly in his sleep. The other elf 
felt a hard shiver run through his entire body, to directly end in his already 
aching member. 

Glorfindel sighed, and after taking a deep breath in, he gave his beloved a 
last greedy look, gathering all his remaining willpower, he whispered his 
loved one's name, quietly, to wake him. 

"Elrohir..." He whispered as his hand played on the youngster's face. 
"Elrohir..."

"Mnnn..." Elrohir smiled still half sleep. "Glorfindel?..." The smile 
showing on his face become a wide blissful grin when the green puppy 
eyes finally managed to focus on the one he held most dear in his heart. 
"Mnnn... Hello..." He purred sleepily as he closed his eyes to concentrate 
on the feather like touch on his cheek. 

"Hello..." Answered the smiling golden haired eldar. 

"I fell sleep." The young prince purred childish like as he smiled at his 
beloved. 

"I have noticed..."Glorfindel nodded stopping his ministrations to the 
elfling´s features. "Now...You better get out of there Lirimaer." He stated 
as he stood from the border he was sitting on and picked up the towel from 
the closest wooden bench.

* Mnnn. No...You better come in here.* Elrohir thought as the blond elf 
placed the towel on the border of the tub.  

"Come out or you will start freezing..." the elder elf warned as he picked 
the disregarded attire from the floor and took it to the bedroom to drop it 
in the dirty clothes basket, giving the young prince enough time to get out 
of the bathtub and cover himself.  

"What time is it?. Have I missed dinner?" The young elfling asked as he 
walked near the blazing fire to warm and dry his dripping body.

"No..." Glorfindel´s voice trailed off as he set his eyes on his dearly loved 
one. Elrohir´s  soaked, dark hair trailed down contrasting brusquely with 
the pale, delicate skin of his chest.  The towel, arranged low around his 
waist revealed a thin line of hair heading towards his navel or away 
from.... Appealing little water droplets that begged to be licked covered 
his entire body. "...You have not missed dinner Lirimaer. Are you feeling 
hungry?" he asked trying to look nonchalant, and wistfully fighting to stop 
staring at Elrohir´s half naked body.  

"Very." The young elf affirmed as he peered at the empty fruit tray from 
where he was standing, next to the fireplace. 

"You can bring some more fruit later." Glorfindel smiled tenderly. "Now. 
You get dressed and I will see you downstairs."

"I thought you might help me with... my hair?. It is quite tangled." Elrohir 
fluttered his eyelashes charmingly and pleadingly. "Please?..."

"Very well. I will help you untangle your hair. But first I have to go talk to 
Erestor." The golden haired one stated. 

"About?" Elrohir looked jealously at his lover to be. 

"Nothing important Lirimaer." The elder elf reassured the young one with 
a loving smile playing on his lips.  "You get dressed and I will come back 
to brush your hair as soon as I can." 

"Alright..." The prince of Imladris sighed in disagreement at Glorfindel´s 
leaving. 

"Alright." The elf grinned at his student's pout and left him to dress in the 
gloom of his room. 

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He had walked to the balcony entrance where his feet had led him and 
there he stood to gaze at Elbereth´s sparkling creations in the clear sky of 
the night. 

He had run away from his beloved's bedroom, hoping that at his return, 
this one had covered as much flesh as possible. He had barely handled 
seeing him with so little clothing on him. The young prince looked so 
appealing, Glorfindel had feared he would finally succumb to his carnal 
desires, but fortunately he did not. Elrohir was still too young and frail. He 
had proven so, that very morning with his jealous impulse. Erestor had 
only been helping Glorfindel clean the ink on his face and Elrohir could 
barely handle it. How was the young one going to act if Glorfindel proved 
to him that he had all rights to act like he had done or even more?. How 
was Elrohir going to act when Glorfindel could not handle his need any 
more and bedded him?. Would the jealousy and possessiveness increase, 
or would  it ease the prince's heart?...

"Glorfindel?" Erestor asked as he noticed his friend staring vaguely 
outside the window. "What are you doing here?"

"Hiding..." The blond elf mumbled intelligibly, only to himself.

"What?." Erestor stepped closer to stand next to his friend. 

"Nothing. You?" Glorfindel asked facing the dark haired elf. 

"I was heading to the study." The dark haired elven Lord smiled 
involuntarily making the other one chuckle softly. 

"It is most strange how after so many centuries and millennia we can still 
blush..."The elder elf mused. 

"One is never too old to blush..."Erestor giggled. "Besides it is not in our 
control to manage..."

"Indeed it is not." He smiled at Erestor. "I wish it were though..." 

"Elrohir is still taking his bath?"

"He is supposed to be dressing now." 

"Glorfindel?" The younger prince's voice interrupted pulling the elders' 
attention to the center of the hallway. Elrohir was standing there watching 
them, somehow resentfully. Wet locks soaked his recently put on shirt, 
making the thin fabric seem transparent. 

Suddenly Glorfindel did not know what was safer; seeing his beloved's 
skin through his clothes, blatantly teasing at him or  the bare flesh asking 
him for a tender touch. 

"Coming..."

"Change that shirt Elrohir. It is soaked." Erestor remarked to the younger 
twin. "You will get a cold if you do not" Erestor smiled tenderly at the 
young one's nod and after a small reverential bow to Glorfindel he 
continued his way to his beloved's study.

"Come." The blond eldar led the way to Elrohir´s room and there he 
signalled for Elrohir to sit in front of the fire while he went to pick the 
wooden comb from the dressing table and stood behind the young elf. 

After  attempting the untangling of a couple of braids  Glorfindel found 
the carpet at his feet drenched by the dipping dark mane. He shook his 
head slightly and smiled amused at Elrohir´s mania for not squeezing his 
hair after washing it, to remove the excess water. 

The golden haired elf placed the brush in the pocket of his robe, and bent 
gently over Elrohir´s shoulder. Taking both sides of the loose shirt 
between his fingers "Pull your arms up..." he politely ordered to Elrohir, 
who complied. With a swift move the piece of clothing passed over 
Elrohir´s head, leaving him bare chested. And with the same piece of 
fabric Glorfindel squeezed the damp locks of hair until the excess water 
was removed from them, tossing it aside he continued his previous task.

Elrohir kept his eyes closed as the comb ran gently through his hair. His 
breathing, unsuccessfully controlled, was picking up it's pace as he 
imagined his beloved bending to kiss his neck... He was still feeling dizzy 
from when Glorfindel pulled his shirt off, mere seconds ago... and the 
prince was still not able to tell how had he been able to keep his self 
control and not pull the blond elf to his own arms and lips. 

"Are you tired?" The eldar asked as he ran the brush along an already 
untangled braid. 

"Yes..." The prince of Imladris kept his eyes closed while enjoying the 
caring movements on his skull and hair. "I am not sure if I will manage to 
stay awake for dinner..." He mumbled.

"You are not feeling hungry any more?"

"Mnnn... Yes. But I am... sleepy." Elrohir ended after a big yawn had 
interrupted his speech. "Tired." He corrected himself after noticing the use 
of the same word from his childhood. 

"I can bring you some fruit, if you want." Glorfindel offered suppressing a 
small smirk at his beloved's obvious line of thinking. Elrohir looked even 
more kissable and huggable, like this, all SLEEPY as he had said. The 
elder elf wished he could wrap the other in his arms and cuddle with him 
under the soft covers of Elrohir´s bed, so the dawn could find them both 
sleeping in the protection of each other's arms.   

"Would you?" Elrohir pulled his head back to face Glorfindel who was 
standing behind him. 

"Red apples?" The blond elf suggested knowingly and smiled as soon as 
he got his answer in the young one's grin.  "Get yourself ready for bed..." 

After handing the wooden brush to his pupil Glorfindel headed to the 
door. When he was a few inches from it, he heard Elrohir calling for him. 
He turned, and to his own surprise, the dark haired elf had walked almost 
the same quantity of steps as him, closing the distance between them with 
each one. 

"Wait." Elrohir pleaded in a whisper, as he got to stand in front of him. 

Glorfindel could feel his entire body trembling at the proximity of the one 
he desired the most. Elrohir´s emerald green eyes were staring into his 
own lovingly.  

Slender, naked arms encircled his neck, drawing him closer to the prince's 
lips and body. His own arms came naturally to rest around Elrohir´s slim 
waist while their noses touched as they had done the night before. 

"I want my goodnight kiss now, please..." Elrohir whispered to 
Glorfindel´s half parted lips while his fingers mingled in the golden 
strands of his beloved's hair.

The elder elf bent forward to close the tiny space separating their lips. He 
could feel Elrohir´s grip tightening, pulling him closer to his own body 
and he let the young one do as he pleased, yet he did not allow himself  to 
do the same... Instead his arms remained loose around the other's waist.

Their breathing was starting to become erratic and their lips were starting 
to play roughly seeking desperately for the other's tongue. 

It was then, when they pulled apart to breathe that Glorfindel petted 
Elrohir´s hair longingly and stated he was going to get the apples. After 
shushing the muffled sound of a complaint with one last kiss, the blond 
eldar forced himself out of Elrohir´s embrace and out of the prince's room.  

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Erestor entered the study after a soft  voice beckoned him in. He 
approached the desk where Elrond was working in and sat in the empty 
chair of the other side. 

"Are these the parchments you wanted me to check?". Erestor asked as he 
flipped some papers 

"Yes." The Lord of Imladris answered quietly immersed in his work. "I 
would like to know your opinion...". He looked at his lover, who nodded 
and taking the papers with him went to sit near the fire. 

For at least an hour, both elves worked silently, concentrating on their 
tasks, until Elrond´s back needed a rest. 

The dark haired half-elven Lord stretched in his chair and with a faint sigh 
he relaxed in it. It was then when his eyes gazed his beloved's form 
snuggled in the comfort of his armchair, that he decided to give his eyes a 
rest, as well as his back.   There was not doubt that appreciating Erestor 
absorbed in his work was far more pleasant than staring at some written 
papers...  No doubt at all. 

Elrond stared silently at his lover as he flipped parchment after parchment. 
Erestor´s now dry hair was falling insistently between the concentrated elf 
and his reading while an unconscious hand worked to pull the playful 
braids back to their place, but the braids kept coming as if they craved for 
their owner's special attention. 

Another failed attempt at taming the naughty locks of hair bothering his 
lover made the Lord of the house leave his comfortable place, and walk 
quietly to approach the concentrating reading elf near the fireplace. 

His hands gently pulled the locks wandering on Erestor´s face to meet 
with the rest of them... Once the full mane of dark ebony hair was facing 
to him, Elrond formed in to braids the tresses which he considered could 
be the most annoying ones, and loosening his own hair from it's clip 
tucked them with it into the center of Erestor´s skull. 

"That should work." Elrond whispered to Erestor´s ear before kneeling 
next to him.  

"Now, YOU will get annoyed fighting your hair while you read." The 
younger elven Lord smiled tenderly at his lover while running his fingers 
through the recently freed hair. 

"I do not need the clip while I am admiring your beauty..." The Lord of the 
house smiled in satisfaction as his beloved could not help but blush.  "And 
I plan on doing so for the rest of the night. So, you can use it..." Elrond 
smiled lovingly and petted Erestor´s cheek. 

The dark haired elf-tutor opened his eyelids which had closed almost 
naturally when his lover's tender, amorous touch met his skin and cupping 
Elrond´s hand in his, Erestor  drew the long slender fingers to his lips, to 
devotedly kiss each one of them.
After he ended his ministrations on the fingers, he bent to continue his 
adoration on Elrond´s lips which gladly welcomed his own.
Neither lust nor need characterized this kiss; but love, the pure love that 
joined their hearts as one.  

When the kiss ended both elves looked into each other's eyes and there 
they lost themselves for endless seconds. 

"Amin mela lle Erestor."  

"Amin mela lle beika,  A´maelarain" Erestor felt Elrond´s lips brushing 
against his and he let the other kiss him for a while before his lips started 
to answer. "Amin mela lle..." 

A knock on the door distracted them, making Elrond growl softly to 
express his annoyance at the interruption.  This small noise won him a last 
tender kiss before he stood and went to open the door. 

"Is dinner ready?." The Lord of Imladris asked as he opened the oak 
crafted door and found his oldest son standing outside.  

"Yes.  Is Erestor here?. Lindir asked me to find him too, but..." 

"I am here Pen-Neth." Erestor stated standing from his seat and taking the 
parchments to placed them on Elrond´s desk.  

"Were you waiting for us?". Elrond asked casual as he stepped outside the 
study to wait for Erestor with his son. 

"No. Glorfindel and Elrohir have not appeared yet." Elladan stated a little 
annoyed. He seemed to be the only one who had not a soul to spend time 
with. Even his father and Erestor kept themselves company while they 
worked.  

"Well let us go wait for them then..." 

The dark haired elven Lords and the oldest prince headed to the dinning 
room to wait for the golden haired eldar.

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The room was darker when he returned, only one candle had been left lit. 
Glorfindel sighed as he noticed Elrohir´s resting figure lying curled up 
over the covers of his bed. The young one had fallen asleep. 

After placing the tray of fruit in its usual place, Glorfindel approached the 
bed. Standing next to it, the blond eldar stared in silent admiration at the 
calm figure curled up against the pillow. That image brought to his mind 
tender memories from only a couple of nights ago. Sighing heavily due his 
frustration, the mighty eldar went to the drawer and got a heavy coverlet, 
which he used to cover his beloved, who paid no heed to the heavy fabric 
which was placed to keep him safe from the coldness of the night. 

"Quel esta. Meleth Nîn." Glorfindel whispered after placing a chaste kiss 
on the prince's forehead and before leaving the room without looking at 
the several possibilities he left behind. 

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"I am sorry I am late." Glorfindel excused himself as he sat in his usual 
place of the table. "I went to take some fruit to Elrohir..." 

"He is not coming down?" Elladan asked anxiously, interrupting his 
golden haired tutor, even before his father could form a single sound on 
his vocal chords. 

"He fell asleep." Glorfindel stated, smiling tenderly at Elladan.

"We can start eating then!." The oldest prince stated most happily, making 
the three elder laugh heartily while he furiously blushed. 


Part 13

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He  found himself surrounded by unknown elves, they were all touching 
hungrily his naked body... 

His head fell back to rest on  the shoulder of the one taking him from 
behind while a deep cry escaped his lips as he reached climax in another 
ones´ warm mouth. 

His nipples were sucked hard by new mouths... He felt his body trembling 
violently as the wave of ecstasy left his body. 

The elf impaling him from behind thrusted harder at hearing of his cry and 
finished within a glimpse of a second later...

It finished... until it all began again... in the middle of the dizziness he felt 
himself thrown forward, his limp body caught in strong steady arms for 
some moments... a new cock found it's way within his sore flesh and 
inside his body, paying deaf ears to his muffled complaint, and a strong 
arm circled around his chest to make his body kneel in a parallel position 
with the strangers´, taking him almost brutally... 

Erestor managed to see between half open eyelashes that another mouth 
was about to take his flaccid member within it...

* * * * * * * * * * *

"NO!" Erestor screamed as he snapped awake from his nightmare to sit 
upright in the bed. "Don't!" He cried, frightened, as a tender hand came to 
soothe him, petting his back. 

"It is me, Erestor." Elrond´s most tender voice acknowledged. "¨It is 
me..."The Lord of Imladris moved closer to the trembling body of his 
lover and embraced him softly while petting the dark hair soothingly. 
"Shhh..."He shushed as he placed loving caring kisses on the head 
snuggled  up to his shoulder. "It was just a nightmare beloved... Shhh..."

Erestor could barely manage to breathe, the knot in his throat tightening at 
the sound of those words * Just a nightmare... *  If he could only speak 
with Elrond. Tell him that he did not panic as a small child with a bad 
dream, If he could only tell his lover his demons were real and not a mere 
product of his imagination...
Breathing irregularly, Erestor clutched the Lord of Imladris' neck, silently 
asking for protection, an imaginary and brief protection from the demons 
he could not send away. And might never be able to get rid of... 

Elrond tightened his fiercely protective hold on his lover's body, as the 
shaking did not seem to ease. He should have realised the nightmares 
would began again; they always return when spring is near and get even 
worse during the summers, yet the Lord of the house was hoping this time 
for it to be different, he was hoping for Erestor´s demons to leave him in 
peace at least, for a little longer... It was an endless process... that 
reappeared every time with more recurrence. They appeared with the 
coming of the spring to disappear once again with the coming of the 
fall...Yet, the worst thing was that he never got Erestor to share a word of 
the contents of the dreams  which frightened him so much. The only thing 
his younger lover would allow him to do is to hold him tight until he could 
manage to control the hard tremors.  "Shhh... It is alright ...Shhh...I have 
you now..."

Erestor´s breathing slowly was becoming even, though he still did not felt 
like pulling away from the protective embrace, nor it seemed Elrond was 
going to let him do so. He could feel the concern of his beloved as Elrond 
almost desperately tried to hold him steady. Erestor was not sure, but he 
thought Elrond might be trembling too. 

The chief advisor of Imladris cursed his dreams, his memories and 
himself. He was aware of the distress they provoked not only to himself 
but to his lover too. 

"I am sorry..." Erestor mumbled still snuggled into Elrond´s neck. "I can 
not manage this..."

"I know. And you have nothing to be sorry for Meleth-Nîn..."The Lord of 
the house kissed chastely the other's head. "I wish you would speak to 
me..."

"Not now, please..." They have had this conversation several times, the 
conversations in which Elrond would try to persuade him to speak of what 
frightened him, and the conversation in which Erestor would not comply 
... This conversation always ended in a  fight. "I need you now... I can not 
have this conversation now, please..." The hold around his body tightened 
protectively to be follow by a heavy sigh of  disagreement. 

"I can not help you if you do not talk to me. I know not what to do!". The 
half-elven Lord stated, frustrated. 

"Your arms are the only thing I need". Erestor pulled away from the 
shelter on Elrond´s neck to face him. "Please..." He begged, interrupting 
his lover's already formed complaint and smiled faintly when Elrond 
nodded, despite his disagreement with ending the discussion at that point. 

"Lie down..."The half-elven Lord commanded with a mere whisper. 

As Erestor complied, Elrond spooned behind his lover, embracing him 
close while tracing loving kisses across the dark mane of hair and his 
cheek. 

"Try to sleep... I will not let go of you..." * Ever again *After placing a 
last kiss on his lover's hair the elder elven Lord closed his eyes wearily 
and, as a million times he had done before, he tried to find a reason for 
Erestor´s nightmares, until the first rays of light appeared in the sky . 

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Elrohir stretched under the heavy fabric covering his body and as soon as 
he managed to focus his eyes he searched his room. Obviously he had not 
been able to stay awake to wait for Glorfindel. The tray of food was in its 
usual place and Glorfindel was not where Elrohir had planned him to be. 
The young elf looked at the empty side of the bed next to him and 
complained soundly to the cold air. 

"You are never going to get what you want if you fall sleep Elrohir." He 
admonished to himself as he sat against the head of the bed. "You had a 
good plan, but no... you had to fall asleep..."

Jumping from his bed, Elrohir went to get an apple from the tray. They 
were all deep red, obviously Glorfindel had saved Lindir the subsequent 
task of retrieving the green ones that always ended up discarded ...  Elrohir 
smiled at Glorfindel´s knowledge of his tastes and sighed... 

"Ah, I love you..." The young prince stated to the air in a whisper and bit 
the apple he had taken, considering it to be the most tempting one of the 
bowl.

He went to his bed once more where he sat to eat... Quietly he stared into 
the fire... and before he could think of it, he was leaving his room. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

Elrohir found himself standing in front of  Glorfindel´s bedroom door.  He 
looked hesitantly at the crafted piece of wood separating him from the 
object of his affection while his hand waited tentatively in the handle  
*Should I?, I want to... But would he send me away?... Mnnn... Perhaps, 
he will get mad at me for interrupting his dreams... but he has never did 
when I changed beds before... Well.. You did not have the same intentions 
in mind Elrohir... Yes... Ai... No... I will see him in the morning...* With a 
brisk movement the young elf turned his way back to his own chambers... 
and in half his way he turned once again... 

*Will not wait ´till morning...* The prince of Imladris opened the door 
resolutely and carefully so as not to wake his beloved, then he stepped in. 

He approached the bed until he was standing next to its empty side, and 
carefully; trying not to wake the snuggled, sleeping figure he slipped 
between the heavy coverlets and embraced Glorfindel. 

"Elrohir?" Asked Glorfindel, half awake. 

"Please do not send me away..." The dark haired elf supplicated in a 
whisper as he tightened his embrace pleadingly.  

"Are you still afraid of the thunder?..." The blond eldar teased playfully 
while petting the dark mane of hair falling down Elrohir´s back. 

The younger elf noticed a hard storm had unleashed itself, and it was 
roaring outside like an enraged Balrog, the  whistling of the rushing air 
passed through the closed windows making an annoying creepy noise 
which chilled his soul as well as his skin. 
Elrohir snuggled closer to the warm figure for a fraction of a second and 
then rose from the security of Glorfindel´s chest to face him. "If I say yes, 
would you let me stay?...". He purred teasingly. 

"Would you be nice and let me sleep?" Glorfindel smiled tenderly at his 
beloved who was actually considering his question... 

"I can be NICE and still not let you sleep..." Elrohir stated confidently and 
grinned as the other blushed furiously whilst his hand started to play lazily 
on Glorfindel´s chest. 

*Nicer than you already are?!* The golden haired elf  thought almost 
outloud, fortunately, he bit his tongue before giving life to any dangerous 
word. 
If he asked that question of Elrohir, Glorfindel was sure, the young one 
would mange to prove him that he actually could...   "I am sure you can 
Lirimaer..." The elder elf stated reassuringly, smiling warmly after he 
recovered his lost words.  Taking the slender, teasing hand in his own 
Glorfindel took it to his lips and kissed it lovingly. 
His heart and body melted as he pulled his gaze back to the youngster's 
face, to notice he was looking at him, unconsciously seductively between 
half open eyelids. "We should try to sleep..." he finally managed to say 
and smiled when his beloved grimaced in disagreement. 

*YOU made a promise!. Do not push things further...you will scare him 
and he will send you away!. Do you want that Elrohir.?! Certainly not... 
So you better behave!... Ah! Behave...As if it was an easy thing to do!... I 
can't... I WANT him! NOW!... Behave yourself... Do not ruin this too!...* 
"Alright..." Elrohir nodded, smiling, and slowly as not to make his beloved 
jump from the bed he bent to kiss Glorfindel. 

His lips found the other's already parted in expectation. Gently he 
dedicated several seconds to each one, tenderly caressing them with his 
own as his hands tangled in the golden mane of hair.  He felt Glorfindel´s 
arms slightly tightening his embrace as the kiss´ become deeper, and even 
more enticing. What would it take to break his beloved's will power?... His 
tongue slid in the other's mouth, taunting it's playmate with a seduction he 
never knew he had, Elrohir could see Glorfindel between fluttering 
eyelashes, his  eyes were closed, and small moans were being held back 
deep in his throat. Biting  Glorfindel´s lower lip he ended that kiss to lay 
an almost chaste one on the still parted, now swollen lips.  

The golden haired elf managed to finally open his eyes. But all he could 
see was Elrohir´s dark hair. The young elf was butterfly kissing his cheek. 
As  a soft whisper came to his hearing... * Amin mela lle...* Elrohir purred 
as he snuggled in his shoulder, petting his neck... *Amin mela lle, 
A´maelarain ... * 

"Amin mela lle beika Lirimaer..." Glorfindel purred as his hand petted the 
dark mane of hair cascading across his beloved's back... "Amin mela lle 
beika..."

Glorfindel closed his eyes as Elrohir snuggled closer, and his charge's 
need rubbed mockingly against his leg, setting his own on fire. He 
remained still, very still... he needed to manage this... He could not... take 
care of the painful need between his legs now... *Think of war... Think of 
ice...Think of puppies... Think of... For Elbereth´s sake Glorfindel... Since 
when do you find impossible to control your own instincts!*

The blond eldar almost moaned when Elrohir faintly moved brushing 
unwarily his need against his leg once more. 

"Glorfindel?... Are you sleep?" Elrohir asked in a whisper not moving 
from his nestle. 

"Not yet Lirimaer..." The elder elf managed to say after finding his vocal 
chords. * Not even the entire bottle of the elixir your father prepared 
would be able to make me sleep... *

"Will you tell them to be quiet for a little while? Until I fall asleep?..." 
Elrohir smiled against the eldar's neck flesh, at his own petition while his 
fingers draw incoherent figures on the other side of it.  

"I will ask them to be quiet for eternity if that is what you want me to 
do...". Glorfindel stated while placing an adoring kiss on Elrohir´s brow. 

"Mnnn... I know..." Mumbled a content, sleepy Elrohir in his arms.

Glorfindel kissed Elrohir´s head once again and then relaxed into the 
comfort of his pillow. He could not help but smile at the remembrance of a 
small Elrohir slipping in his bed in the middle of the night, or frightened 
because of storms much less important than the one of this night... 

He closed his eyes to picture better the memory of a stormy night coming 
to his mind... 

* * * * * * * *

It had been raining all day. And his daily chores had been delayed with the 
sudden storm harassing Imladris. 

Elrond had asked him to supervise that all necessary tasks  had been taken 
care off, and everything within the city  was perfectly secure for all its 
habitants.
He had finally  finished; after long hours of running from the east corner 
of the house to west and the south to north several times... 

While heading to his private rooms Glorfindel had suddenly stopped 
himself at the tenth step of the stairs to pay attention to the sound he 
thought he had heard... Yes...It had been a  whimper... 

 The blond elf stooped down and easily followed  the sobs over the raging 
thunders in yelling in the sky. The sound was becoming clearer with every 
step he took. 

There, behind a statue,  a small figure huddled trembling, covered by a 
green blanket.  

"Look what I have found here!..." The elder elf mused as he knelt infront 
of  the covered infant. 

"Glorfindel?" The six year old elf had opened a small hole between the 
sides of his cover, to peeped out at the blond elf kneeling in front of him 
and quickly embraced him tightly around the neck, with out releasing his 
blanket.

"Hello Elrohir..." The blond elf had smiled at the little one's  naïve fear 
while petting the boy's back soothingly.

"They are arguing again..." Elrohir had said hiding his face in Glorfindel´s 
neck 

"Yes... I have heard." Glorfindel had carefully stood to take Elrohir to a 
warmer place, he could still  clearly remember the cold wind blowing 
down the half sheltered hallway,  , "But they are only arguing among 
themselves, you have no reason to be afraid little one..."

Big wet green eyes had looked back at him pleadingly. "Can you not tell 
them to fight softly? They frighten me...The clouds will listen to you..."

"You think they will?"

"Yes..."Elrohir had whispered securely as his small hands clenched tightly 
around his neck still holding his favourite green blanket.

"Mnnn... I don't think they will...You see, When the clouds roar as scarily 
as they are roaring today is because they are very, very angry, so angry 
they are, that they won't even listen to their own words. And I am afraid 
that  they are screaming so loud... that not even if I tried my best I would 
be able to get their attention..."

"Your voice is pretty... Maybe if you talked to them they will stop arguing 
to listen to you..."

"We can try that... But I will need your help..."

"ok..."

"Ah!... There is my lost son..." Elrond approached and kissed Elrohir's 
head which was still snuggled in his friend's shoulder.

"He was hiding behind his favourite statue..."

"What were you doing down stairs Elrohir?." Elrond had asked, puzzled, 
making Glorfindel realized, just at that moment that it was indeed very 
strange that Elrohir had dared to go downstairs all by himself with all 
those thunder claps... If he had been with Elladan that would have been 
more likely but he had found only one twin and they were always together 
when they disappeared. 

"Elladan?." Glorfindel had asked, worried, of the infant elf's father, as this 
one petted his son's cheek lovingly. 

"He is with Erestor in my room...He appeared as soon as the thunder 
started to rumble... What are you doing up this late Glorfindel?". 

"I just finished settling everything there was needed to pass the storm with 
out drastic problems...". He had stated as his hand pulled the green 
coverlet closed over the small elf figure.

"We did not expect this...I am sorry I have made you do all this so 
suddenly..." 

"It needed to be done. Do not trouble yourself, my friend..." 

"Well now, as soon as Elrohir releases your neck, you can go take a well 
deserved hot bath..." Elrond had mused smiling at the image of his sleepy 
son snuggled against his neck. 

Little arms tightened as soon as Elrond had spoken those words, 
Glorfindel could remember the tension in the little body, which increased 
as the child's father stated that Erestor, was waiting only for him to start 
one of his and Elladan´s  favourite stories...

Soft hair had brushed the sensitive skin of his neck as Elrohir showed his 
intention of not moving an inch from his apparently comfortable position 
in the strong arms which held him protectively. 

"Do you not want to come with me?" Elrond had asked, whispering, as his 
son did not make a single move but to tighten his embrace even more.  

"No!..." Elrohir had cried clenching almost desperately to his  neck. 

"Glorfindel needs to rest Elrohir. You can see him tomorrow... Now come 
with me... You do not want Elladan to fall asleep before Erestor can start 
the story you like so much..."

"You go..."Elrohir defied from the security of his embrace. "I stay..."

"Elrohir!" The Lord of Imladris had warned his youngest sibling with that 
characteristic voice of his. 

"Glorfindel! I want to stay with him!..." Elrohir had retorted stubbornly 
tightening his arms as if he sensed his father was about to pull him away 
from the one who held him safely. "You go!...I stay!"

Elrond had arched an eyebrow in surprise. From Elladan he might have 
expected such blatant direct reaction, but Elrohir?... It was the first time 
the youngest twin defied his father... And neither the Lord of Imladris nor 
himself saw this reaction coming...

"Elrohir... Why do you not go with your father and Erestor and tomorrow I 
will see you at breakfast?... And later I can tell you and Elladan a nice 
story... or perhaps we can go swim..."

"I want to stay with you!..." The youngest prince had started to mumble 
between sobs, as tears formed in the corner of his eyes. He was tired...

Both elder elves looked at each other, knowing that if Elrond tried to even 
touch his son to take him with him, Elrohir would  start crying and would 
not have  stopped in Elbereth knows when... 

"It is alright Elrond... He can come..."

" You can not rest properly sleeping with Elrohir every  night..."

"Ah... It will pass... Elrohir will learn to sleep in his own bed once he is 
seven... yes?..." He had asked to the sleepy elf-child snuggled in his arms.

"No..." Elrohir had pouted from his arms. 

"Yes. You will..." Elrond had stated firmly as he petted his son's dark hair 
tenderly. Giving up with his last statement the previous discussion...But it 
seemed that Elrohir did not agree with the ending his father gave to the 
whole issue. For he cried...

"No!" 

"You will need to learn to sleep in your own room... Glorfindel can not 
have you jumping in his bed every night... He needs his privacy..."

"Why?" Elrohir had asked rubbing his eyes tiredly with a little hand. 

"Because someday he might not be alone..." Elrond tried to explain calmly 
and with this the small figure in his arms turned his head to be able to face 
him in inquiry. 

"But...You are mine...". Elrohir had stated firmly yet at the edge of starting 
a tantrum. He had  never stopped staring in his protector's eyes. As if 
making clear what he had said. 

The Lord of the house sighed defeated, and with the acknowledgment that 
he will not be able to win that argument that night, getting his youngest 
son's attention. 

"Glorfindel mine!" The small elf bawled determined almost defiantly to 
his father. 

"Yes..." Elrond sighed once again as he kissed good night his son's head. 
"He is yours..."

With that Elrohir had snuggled again yawning in his neck and playing 
with some stray locks of his hair he had fallen asleep before Glorfindel 
was able to reach his rooms...

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Opening his eyes Glorfindel saw at the sleeping figure against his body 
and pulled it selfishly closer. Elrohir moaned softly at the unexpected 
movement and his hand instinctively petted the creamy flesh his fingers 
instantly found, the prince's head was snuggled in his neck and shoulder 
like it had been that day... The only difference with the past was that 
now... Glorfindel could say he was and always will be Elrohir´s... 


Part 14

Elladan shifted in his bed. The light of Anor, still hidden on the horizon, 
left his room only at mercy of the few lit candles. Burying his face in the 
white surface of his pillow he complained soundly before he rolled over 
seconds later to be able to look at the ceiling of his room. 

He was feeling lonely again, but the one he imagined he would want to be 
sharing his bed with him was the not one he had expected. Firnloos was 
not the one he wanted by his side at that moment... 

His eyes closed as his right hand slid inside his sleeping pants... A soft 
moan escape his lips as his fingers softly encircled his already stiff penis, 
stroking it gently up and down its entire length. He remembered the other's 
naked upper body from swimming together in the waters of the Bruinen 
running through the valley ... His perfect white skin seemed to reflect the 
light of the sun. His dark mane of wet hair stuck against the flawless 
marbled skin... 

His hand started to move unconsciously faster as the different provocative 
images flooded his mind and senses...  

Suddenly his hand, moving faster on his aroused member became the 
other's, making, the fantasy more intense while bringing pleasure to his 
overheated flesh. 

Elladan was almost breathless, his hand moving naturally up and down 
made his body tense. Despite the great need of release the prince of 
Imladris kept stroking himself, while deep loud moans were born deep in 
his throat... 

The image of the other elf's mouth taking his need within him was what 
pushed him to the edge. 

Closing tightly his eyes Elladan fantasised the other elf greedily drinking 
the pearly seed of ecstasy leaving his body until he swallowed the last 
drop of it.

Growling throatily Elladan rested his hand tiredly on his groin. 

How did he come to feel this way?..."

Throwing the sheets to the empty side of the bed, Elladan felt the cold air 
of the dawn cooling drastically his wet pants and, complaining about such 
an unpleasant sensation against his heated skin, he jumped from his bed 
and headed to the bathroom to prepare a himself a bath... 

* Perhaps a cold one...* He thought as he placed his hand once again on 
his anew aroused cock. 

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Erestor woke with the tender caress of his lover's fingers on his bare chest. 
Elrond´s hand was drawing random figures against his skin while 
spooning behind him. 

The chief advisor of Imladris moved closer to allow his body greater 
contact with the naked chest against his back.

"Did I wake you?" Came the soft gentle whisper from behind him as the 
other drew closer as an answer to his body language petition for 
proximity. 

"I was not suppose to wake?" Asked Erestor sleepily snuggling in his 
secure nestle within the Lord of Imladris arms. 

 "It is still early A´ maelarain ... You can sleep for another hour if you 
want..." Elrond mumbled before placing an affectionate loving kiss on the 
other's cheek. 

"Mnnn... No... I think I prefer to enjoy your arms...".  The younger elf 
stated smiling contently. "It would do you good to try to sleep a little..." 

"I can not..." Mumbled Elrond weakly. 

"If you are going to start asking me about the nightmares I WILL go back 
to sleep." warned the snuggled elf. 

"Why is that you never discussed them with me?. I ... do not imagine what 
you can not talk to me. Is it about..."

"I do not want to talk about it..." Cut in Erestor before Elrond could finish 
his sentence.  

"Why?!" Asked the annoyed half-elf.

"Because there is nothing you can do. There is no need to try to find a 
solution where there is none to be found." 

Elrond stared at his lover who was moving away from him to rest on the 
other side of the bed. 

"I do not want to discuss this..."mumbled the suddenly awakened elf, 
staring at his fingers tightly clenching the sheet to his chest. 

"Erestor this is a recurrent thing. And they are obviously the same kind of 
nightmares. So perhaps I can help you somehow, I AM a healer after all..." 
He tried to explain peacefully, trying not to start what he saw it was 
coming. 

"You can not do more than you already do... Now; are you going to keep 
talking about this?." Asked the irritated elf clenching the sheet while 
staring his lover waiting for an answer which came as a muffled puff ... 
Erestor knew what was coming next so he decided to leave the warm bed. 

"If you could ONLY TALK to me!".... Elrond barked angrily while the 
other elf walked around the room gathering his clothing. "What are you 
doing?". He asked as his lover threw some clothes on his naked body. 
"Came back to bed Erestor..."he pleaded austerely. "It is too early to be 
arguing..."

"I am not the one who started it!. And THIS was NOT what I had in mind 
when I woke... BELIEVE me!" 

After his angry snap Erestor stormed out of the room, leaving his annoyed 
lover still in bed.   

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Erestor walked down the corridor and down the side stair, which would 
lead him to the warm natural streams under the house. He usually avoided 
that kind of places... not feeling comfortable with other's being able to see 
his naked body... But at that hour of the day it was very unlikely for any 
elf to be taking his bath there...  

He looked away when passing the stream where Celebrian had first 
threatened him... Ironically his beloved's favourite one... Now Erestor had 
chosen another favourite... It was a little smaller and the water was 
warmer. Not so many plants decorated the walls, but to him it was much 
more private... and somehow safer, although he never managed to 
determine from what... 

Turning to his left he crossed the stone crafted arcade. He looked around 
and made sure that no one was there. After taking off his clothes he dipped 
into the steamy water with a sigh of comfort. 

His body seemed to relax at the pleasant sensation of the water flowing 
around him, even though his body still needed to adapt to the new 
temperature he enjoyed the sensation nonetheless.  

He walked through the crystalline stream to the falls born on the wall and 
standing underneath it with closed eyes he let it soak him completely.  

His dark mane of hair fell heavy over his marble like back almost tangle 
free due the water constantly falling over it... Running both his hands 
across his face he moved to sit on the crafted bench beneath the water. 

Everything was starting again... The nightmares, Elrond´s annoyance at 
him for not sharing them. Soon, in the following, days his lover and 
Glorfindel would be trying to persuade him to drink a sleeping 
elixir...Erestor would not comply -as usual-. Glorfindel would start 
watching him closely, pretty much like Elrond... And... Celebrian would 
be back from Lórien...   

That was the worst one of all in the recurrent circle of his life... Celebrian.

The silver haired lady had ruined his life in more than one way...  Not only 
had she almost managed to make Elrond to hate him but she also... 

Erestor complained loudly to the air. He did not want to think about that. 
He had ordered himself not to a long time ago... He needed to leave it in 
the past. Otherwise he would not be able to bear living. 

It was already hard to see the faces of everybody who had known that 
other him still staring at him disapprovingly, * Do not complain Erestor. 
At least the whispers had almost stopped...*  he thought as his hand ran 
over the water surface forming little waves. Nobody wanted to infuriate 
the Lord of the House, and that was a sure topic to do so.

 So, everybody pretended the past never happened when he was around, 
and so they did when Erestor appeared. 

The dark haired elf sighed heavily. As he noticed Celebrian´s power over 
his relationship. She was not there. But somehow she managed to make 
them feel her presence... 

It was like if the Lady of Lórien had tattooed an important secret on his 
body. A secret which Erestor needed his lover not to find out... Always 
there, with him, irremovable from his mind as a tattoo is from its bearer's 
skin... the nasty secret he needed to keep away from Elrond´s knowledge, 
for his beloved's own protection... 

The little secret that never should be unveiled. And as a piece of clothing 
covering a tender part of someone's body from a lover, so Erestor´s lies 
acted like... For he did lie when he avoided Elrond´s questions... when he 
assured Elrond he had only acted as he did for pain and revenge... He 
lied... and his lies were his clothes, the only ones covering the truth, which 
had led him to do what he had done. The ones keeping always a 
significant part of himself hidden from the one who loved him. Keeping 
secret the reason of why he had become the person he was today. 

Celebrian forced him to bear this tattoo, she also gave him the clothes to 
cover it. And her work had been a truly keen one. For Erestor would never 
allow Elrond to remove THAT piece of clothing from his body... It would 
always be there as the only barrier that they needed to cross to be complete 
... 

"Erestor?" Called the distant voice bringing him back to reality. 

"Elladan?! What are you doing here?!". Erestor stated a little annoyed for 
the intrusion. He still could not manage any other but his lover to see him 
naked. "Hand me that towel. Please..." he asked pointing at the carefully 
placed towel waiting to be used in one of the crafted stone holes, trying 
not to sound angry. He was not really angry at Elladan... He was angry 
with himself... angry and frustrated as always for not being able to share 
his dreams with the one who cared the most about him...

"What are you doing here?" He asked as Elladan reached the towel and 
handed it to him furiously blushing. Erestor thought he had never seen 
Elladan blush like that... "What were you doing here?". 

"...I ... was walking and saw you and, since it is almost time for breakfast 
and you looked so distant, I thought you might wanted to know that..." 
Mumbled Elladan confusedly to Erestor while looking everywhere but at 
the naked body leaving the steamy water covered only, by the towel he 
had handed him.. 

"I will not attend breakfast today Elladan. Thank you nevertheless."

"Why?" The oldest prince asked, drawing his gaze to the elf in front of 
him and regretted his question as soon as he saw the other's tense face. 
"Eh... I should have not asked..." He said but in a whisper. 

"I am not hungry. Now you better get going or you will miss it." The eldar 
elf stated as he gathered his clothes from the bench he had left them on. 
Pulling his pants on to the still wet body ,and under the wrapped towel 
around his waist, he saw his older pupil almost running away from the 
stream.  

"Saurar". He reproached to himself as he realized he had troubled the 
young elfling. 

Erestor considered seriously the idea of spending the entire day locked up 
in some of the unvisited rooms of the house with only a book. There were 
certainly lots of them. 
But the idea died young as he recognized he would not be able to deal 
with his demons that day... 

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Elrond frowned when he entered the dinning room. Elladan was sitting 
alone at the table fidgeting with the sleeve of his robe. Preparations for 
breakfast had still not started so the room was as gloomy and sad as his 
son, with only the candles which remained lit at night illuminating it. 

"What are you doing here?. Elladan." Asked Elrond softly to his distracted 
son as a maid appeared through the kitchen door to start the usual 
preparations. 

"My Lord." After a slight bow the elf-girl continued with her task of 
lighting every candle in the room. It was especially dark that day due to 
the clouds carrying the rain...  

"Nothing, Papa. I just woke early..." the young elf declared gloomily. 

"Did you quarrel with your brother?". Asked Elrond as he took a seat at 
the empty place next to his son. 

"No." He answered . "I have not seen him since last night..."Elladan forced 
to add at the piercing glance his father was giving him. 

"Then why that sad look in your eyes?." Elrond asked, tenderly pulling the 
braids falling over his oldest son's face away. He could swear Elladan was 
about to cry... 

"Do you love me? Ada?." The young elfling asked on the edge of tears, 
looking almost desperately at his father. 

"Of course I love you Elladan." The Lord of Imladris affirmed most 
securely while cupping Elladan´s cheek in the palm of his hand. "Do I not 
let you know I love you?" He asked softly wondering if he might be not 
paying enough attention to his sons... 

"Yes..." Assured Elladan biting his lower lip almost to the point of hurting 
himself not to burst into tears as he crushed against his father's chest. "You 
do Ada..." Snuggling his face against his father's shoulder he started to sob 
as loving arms enfolded him as a bird would do with his brood to keep 
them safe and warm. 

"Why are you distressed Elladan?..." Elrond whispered to his son's dark 
hair while petting it soothingly. "Is there something I can do?" He asked, 
realising that his son, as his lover had chosen to do, would not reveal the 
source of his pain to him. A soft negative shake rubbed against his 
shoulder.

"Can I skip my classes today, papa?. I do not feel well..." The prince 
muttered as he leaned back to his own chair. He did not want to release his 
father but he did not want to cry as a child would either. And he had 
decided he was just doing that...  

"Yes. Of course you can." smiling lovingly Elrond looked at Elladan 
making sure his offspring was feeling at least a little better. "When ever 
you want to talk to me. You know I will listen. No matter what..."

"You have enough things on your mind Ada."

"None more important than you or your brother." The Lord of the Valley 
smiled in unison with the smile born on his son's lips. 

"I love you Ada." Elladan stated, smiling widely now. 

"I love you too. And you should know that!" Elrond told him in a mockery 
of a reproach. 

"It would be clearly demonstrated if you let me keep one of the horses 
about to be born..." Grinning mischievously the young elf giggled. 

"I will think about it..." The half-elf Lord stated after some consideration. 
He was indeed thinking of giving the baby horses to his sons. It was a rare 
case of twins and Elladan and Elrohir had been asking him to have them 
since they have found out about that...

Elrond smiled at the happy light in his son's eyes. After all the Lord of 
Imladris had decided to give the new born horses to his sons for their next 
birthday... It had been Erestor´s idea in fact; he had claimed it to be 
another responsibility for the twins, especially for Elladan who always 
seemed to need to have something to do... It was another way to keep 
them busy and over all other reasons happy... Elrond had teased Erestor 
telling him that HE was the first one when it came to spoiling both young 
elflings... and... he actually was the one who managed to get Elrond to do 
as the twins wished... 

Somehow that was his way to love them... although the twins never found 
out about it... 

"Really?" Asked an anxious Elladan. 

"I did not say I would. I said I would think about it." 

"Oh. I will behave I promise..." 

Elrond smirked with amusement, as fathers do when their children beam 
with happiness, just as Elladan beamed while promising a hundred and 
one things a minute -promises he would not be able to keep, If so the Lord 
of the house would start wondering if someone might have changed his 
son - just to convince him of something his lover had already done for him 
months ago... 

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Elrohir woke and took him little time to familiarise himself with the 
surroundings and, as soon as he did, a wide grin of success and realization 
formed on his rose petal lips. He had spent the night in the arms of his 
beloved and, although he wanted much more than to feel the strong arms 
wrapped around him he felt, at that moment he was happy, as happy as he 
had ever been. 

Glorfindel was still asleep,  the even moves of his chest told Elrohir so. 

The young elf tried to made up his mind between two ideas... 

The first was to snuggle closer and trace light soft kisses on to the pale 
neck so close to his mouth... the other, was to slightly move and reach his 
loved one's lips... So very difficult to decide between those so alluring 
thoughts, it took the youngest prince a moment of consideration... 

Having made up his mind Elrohir slowly moved to rest the weight of his 
body on his left arm while his right hand caressed the sleeping elf's face... 
he smiled, pleased, as barely audible sounds of pleasure escaped the still 
unconscious body. Moving his eyes from the alluring lips asking to be 
kissed, Elrohir turned his gaze to the breathing chest...up and down it 
moved gently and calmly, begging for a caress... bare, naked, chest... the 
princes hesitant hand placed itself in the middle of it... It was so warm and 
soft Elrohir wanted to bend and kiss it but before he could think more of it 
his hand had started to trace random patterns on the warm flesh... 

Elrohir thought that if there was someone he could thank for this mania of 
Glorfindel to sleep with only a pair of light pants on, he would... Because 
of him the prince had refused the sleeping nightshirts his mother wanted 
him and Elladan to use when they were younger... Obviously Elladan 
rejected them too, due his brother's choice not to wear them...  He almost 
giggled at the memory but his hand  asked him for more... it wanted to 
reach that aroused rosy bud... it wanted to feel its hardness under his 
fingers it wanted to pinch it and hear what kind of sounds he could rouse 
from his beloved who was still innocently sleeping... 

His fingers dared to take the challenge and travelled from the middle of 
the chest to the pectoral muscles, his fingers feathery like encircling it... 
softly moving over it... so close he was to the alluring aroused nub... 
Elrohir closed his eyes as the need of reaching for his own need 
increased... He felt he was about to come just from the simple action of 
caressing Glorfindel´s chest... *Elrohir? *. Asked a sleepy voice, snapping 
the prince's  eyes open. 

Glorfindel found himself suddenly awake as his beloved looked back at 
him, between half open  eyelids. Elrohir´s emerald eyes were darkened by 
arousal, his breathing was irregular and sensual to the eldar ears.  
Suddenly the golden haired elf found his own breath becoming uneven 
with the racing of his pulse... 

A knock on the door pulled them out of the shared trance, and Elrohir 
dropped his body to the empty, cold side of the bed....

"I will be right down Lindir..." Glorfindel stated, trying to regulate his 
voice to sound not as affected as the rest of his body. And after a brief 
second he looked at Elrohir who was trying to even his breathing and was 
holding his eyes close. He sighed and, although he knew he should not, he 
could not resist getting closer to the slim body and embracing Elrohir 
around his waist. 

Elrohir´s eyes opened to close once again as the blond elf's lips crushed 
against his own... Moaning loudly the young prince clasped his arms 
around the other's back, pulling him desperately closer, to reluctantly 
release him when Glorfindel pulled away, breathing unsteadily and 
looking almost afraid of what he had just done... Suddenly Elrohir felt the 
need to soothe all Glorfindel´s pointless distress away... 

"We need to get up..." Mumbled the blond eldar pushing the blankets with 
his feet to find his arm lightly caught up. He looked back at his beloved to 
find a caring smile drawn in his lips. 

"I will wait..." He said smiling tenderly and reassuring his lover and 
himself about his promise. "My body might not want me to, but... I will..." 
He ended looking away as his cheeks flushed.  

"Have I told you that I love you?..." Glorfindel asked brushing some stray 
locks of hair resting on his lover's naked chest, away and making the 
young elf blush even deeper while smiling shyly. 

"Mnnn... Not today..." Elrohir teased gazing at the other between fluttering 
eyelashes with a happy, pleased grin playing on his lips. 

" I love you." Glorfindel stated confidently staring into those so loved 
green eyes of his  beloved prince. 

"I love you too." Elrohir assured as his arms encircled the other's neck 
lovingly, resting his head in Glorfindel´s shoulder. 

"Do you remember a time you were little?."

Elrohir pulled away from the embrace to look puzzled at the other elf 
kneeling next to him. 

"You were six..."He continued smiling at the puzzled look of his beloved. 
"There had been a terrible storm and I have found you bundled behind 
your favourite statue..." Glorfindel noticed Elrohir remembering at least 
something because of the amused smile playing on his lips. "Do you by 
any chance remember what you were doing down stairs?. I forgot to ask 
you that night..."

"I was looking for you." Elrohir confessed blushing even more. "I 
remember waking with a thunder and going to your room but the door was 
open and you were not there... so I went downstairs... to go look for you..." 

Another knock on the door make them once again snap from their loving 
trance. And so Glorfindel rose from bed and went to open the door as 
Elrohir went hide to the bathroom. 

It was one of the maids, asking if he was going to have breakfast in his 
room. After telling the elf-girl he would be right down, Glorfindel looked 
into his now, empty bed. He sighed, knowing that from know on it would 
never be as empty as it once was. For even, if Elrohir was not going to 
eternally share it with him he would have the lovely and sensual memories 
bringing his loved one to him every night, those memories of his one true 
love, that true love that some day will almost certainly find another mate...  

Part 15

Elrohir and Glorfindel entered the room together. They had met again in 
the hallway when leaving their respective bedrooms after changing and 
refreshing themselves. Both elves stopped their light talk and mutual 
adoration as they noticed the Lord of Imladris's almost inquiring stare.  

"Quel amrun Elrond, Elladan..." The golden haired eldar finally broke the 
short but unbearable silence, while Elrohir only smiled at his father and 
Elladan, with a slight nod as his only salutation to them. 

"Well, we only need for Erestor to appear now." The Lord of the house 
mused out loud, mostly to himself as he moved to his rightful place at the 
head of the table. 

"He will not have breakfast today" Elladan declared staring at the piece of 
bread he was playing with. 

"Have you seen him?." Asked Elrond, trying to sound nonchalant. 

"Yes. He told me so..." Muttered Elladan uneasily, only looking up when 
hearing a long deep exhalation from his father's side. 

"Very well, we can start then" Elrond declared, before pulling the hair 
away from his face. He noticed Glorfindel looking worriedly at him, and 
with a single nod he assured his friend's thinking. 

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Glorfindel had left the twins alone in the halls of Fire discussing some 
ancient legends after making some last minute invented excuse. After 
knocking Elrond´s study door he was  beckoned to enter. 

"I was wondering how long it was going to take you." Elrond mused 
looking pretty much relieved from where he was standing next to the 
window.

"Nightmares again?". Asked the blond eldar whilst approaching the dark 
haired half-elf Lord. 

"Yes. And as always he would refuse to talk to me. All I seem able to do 
regarding this issue is upset him even more. If he only... "

"He would not discuss it with anybody who is not you nor me."

"What is it that he can not discuss with us?." Elrond asked to Glorfindel 
frowning. "I can understand that he might not feel comfortable telling me 
some things, but he has always talked to you. He trusts you more than 
anybody and if this thing haunting him will not allow him to open up with 
you, then he would not discuss it with no one."  

"I know... And it worries me too. This burden of his. Seems to be heavier 
by the years, and all the times I have asked all I got for an answer is that 
he could not tell me. I can see he wants too. But, he is never able to let a 
single word out of his mouth." 

"You do not know how it is when he wakes as if he had just seen Sauron 
himself." With that statement the Lord of Imladris got his friend to look at 
him stunned, for nobody was as reluctant as Elrond to mention that name 
in his house.  "I can not sit petting his back, soothing the distress away 
only to know that it will came back to torture him within the little time he 
gets to sleep again." He said desperately. 

"You need to soothe his pain away. YOU are the only one who can do 
that. And you know as well as me that although we do not like his silence 
we will not get him to talk." Noticing his friend's distress Glorfindel 
added. " He is safe within Imladris. Nothing will happen to him. Where is 
he now?"

"I do not know. I assume Elladan was the last to see him and from 
Elladan´s nervousness I assume Erestor might have raised his voice to him 
or something" 

"Well then you should go try to find him and calm him" Glorfindel´s 
words were meant as encouragement to his friend, who after all this years 
still feared his lover's rejections, bringing unwanted memories to Elrond's 
mind. "I will try to talk to him after the class with the twins. He will be 
fine." He assured emphasizing his words with a clasp on his friends´ 
shoulder. 

"I think I should believe you. You always end up being right." Elrond 
smiled weakly but fondly at his friend. "I do not know what would I do 
with out you, my friend." 

"You would have found out another way to solve things. As you always 
do... Now, I better go back." Said Glorfindel while heading to the door. "I 
hope not to find out that I have to remake more maps when I get to the 
library." 

"Ask Elrohir to help you." Elrond spoke smiling at his friend. "He is an 
excellent drawer." He declared matter-o-factly.   

Glorfindel turned on his heels to face at his old time friend, and saw 
nothing but trust in his eyes. He had trusted Elrohir´s heart to him and his 
words, somehow were reassurance that Elrond approved of their 
relationship. If that is what it was called.. "I think Elladan needs his 
brother more than I need him to help me with the maps. I will find 
something for them both to do...", smiling Glorfindel rose his gaze to bow 
reverentially at his friend before he left the study. 

Elrond grinned at the image of his younger son working hard to seduce his 
blond tutor and shook his head amused... * Wise choice Elrohir... Wise 
choice...* 

Closing the study door behind him the Lord of the house started his quest 
of finding his lover. 

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Later in the afternoon the twins were walking around the house heading 
nowhere in particular. 

"What is it Elladan?" Elrohir asked but in whisper.

"Nothing." The oldest brother muttered between his teeth. 

"You look sad."

"I am well Elrohir. Do not trouble yourself about me." 

"Is it Firnloos?. Do you miss him? " Elrohir was a master when it came to 
torturing someone to talk. A quality his brother did not like at all. 
Especially when Elrohir knew so well his decoy. 

"No." 

"It is alright if you do..." The youngest twin insisted.

"But I do not..." 

"Elladan..." 

"Elrohir.! I DO not miss HIM!" Elladan snapped annoyed. "The only one I 
miss is you. But, that is not the reason I feel bad today. Oh. Stop that!." 
Elladan chided vainly trying to sound annoyed, when his twin embraced 
him despite his oldest brother's attempts to push him away. "You can not 
hug me here Elrohir!. We are grown ups now."

"I do not care. YOU are my brother. You are distressed, and ...you are 
very huggable." Elrohir stated, giggling while petting his brother's dark 
mane soothingly.  "Now. Tell me why you are sad...yes?"

"I am not huggable!." Elladan complained.  "You make me sound like a 
stuffed toy from our childhood!"       

"They were cute." The youngest brother pulled away, finding his twin's 
hand to drag him along the terrace.  

"I am not cute either!. Where are we going?" Elladan asked as he realized 
they were going nowhere. 

"I do not know. Swimming?" 

"No... I do not want to swim..." Elladan frowned and shudder at the 
sudden memories of Erestor´s reaction while taking his bath.

"What is it?" Elrohir asked turning to face his brother. "You are pale." 

"Nothing. What is that?"

"Do not change the topic. You always avoid me when I ask you 
something..." 

"Shhh... That light?!. Coming from behind the tapestry..."Heading to the 
wall sized drapery Elladan lifted it away, revealing a hidden, half open 
door. 

"What is it?" Asked Elrohir pushing his brother a little so he could also 
see.

"A door..." Whispered the oldest twin amazed. "A hidden room..." 

"Why would a room be hidden?. Let us go in." Pushing his brother away 
Elrohir entered it, tugging his twin's sleeve encouragingly for him to 
follow his moves.

"I have never been here."

"You think Ada knows about this place?" Asked the younger elf  taking in 
the unknown surroundings. It was a very small room, one of the corners of 
the building structure, and despite it's small size it seemed to be 
wonderfully warm and comfortable. It was filled with two sofas covered 
by fluffy cushions, a big divan with a heavy coverlet resting at it's feet and 
a very little desk with only a couple of chairs. Three windows gave an 
almost perfect view to the falling cascades, one of them was now covered 
by a thick, heavy, dark blue curtain. 

It was a lovely setting for a secret & romantic encounter...   

"I do not know..." Answered Elladan still amazed, as he dared stepping 
deeper into the cosy room. 

"What are you two doing here?."

Both twins turned on their heels to see the tapestry falling behind Erestor´s 
figure. 

Elladan bit his lower lip, knowing he and Elrohir should not be there. 
What in Elbereth´s name had he done to enrage his dark haired tutor twice 
in one day?. 

"Should you not be taking your class with Glorfindel?". Asked the elf 
tutor calmly. 

"We... We. Were just walking. Erestor and...". The oldest prince mumbled 
insecurely as he swiftly looked away. 

"Papa let us skip our classes today, so , we were walking and Elladan saw 
a light coming from behind the tapestry...." Elrohir declared worriedly 
waiting for their reprimand. "You knew about this place?" He asked in a 
very soft voice. 

"Yes." The older elf stated "I come here to read or rest my mind when I 
need to. So does your father and Glorfindel...We are the only ones who 
know about this place and now, you know too."

"Why have we never seen it?. Papa never mentioned it to us." Elrohir 
insisted trying to get more information. 

"You did see it, but you might not remember it. You were but babies back 
then." The elf tutor smiled at the memory before concentrating on the 
oldest twin who was constantly staring at the floor. "Elladan?."

"Yes, Erestor?". The twin asked still staring at the stone floor. 

"Elrohir. Would you give us a moment?. I need to speak with Elladan 
alone." 

Nodding in puzzlement at the sudden change in his tutor's behaviour, the 
youngest elf looked briefly at his twin brother and left.

"Have a seat..." The elf tutor made a generic signal indicating for his 
student to pick any place he wanted. "Are you angry with me?" He asked 
sitting on the sofa opposite to the young elfling.      

"No." Elladan muttered wishing he could just leave the room.  "I am sorry 
I interrupted you. I promise I will not do it again..." * But please do not 
raise your voice again... please... *

"I had no right to treat you like I did this morning, and I wanted to 
apologize." The elder elf words were meant to soothe, to be sweet, 
charming and musical all at the same time. Yet they did not manage to get 
Elladan lifting his head from watching his nervous hands, playing almost 
frantically with each other. "Do you remember the other time we spoke 
about my strong temper?. Well, when summer approaches... I start having 
these... awful dreams which barely allow me to sleep..."

The young elf was now looking at him worriedly, Erestor smiled as he saw 
Elrond´s expression on Elladan´s face. They were so alike. "Anyway. I 
was saying, this dreams I have, are not nice and since they don't let me  
have a proper rest I might be a little more ... susceptible than usual when it 
comes to getting angry. What I am saying is, that neither you nor your 
brother have to take it personally. It will be most likely it has nothing to do 
with either of you. But I am afraid I will not be able to control it this 
summer as well as I did before. That is why I wanted to tell you this. So 
you know I did not get angry at you this morning and I am sorry I raised 
my voice at you."

"Are you feeling better now?" Elladan asked, concerned, still frowning his 
brow. 

"Yes." Erestor smiled tenderly at his worried student wondering how the 
elfling managed to switch from the earthquake elf he was into an 
extremely sweet and caring one.   

"Ada might prepare you something to sleep."

" He knows about the dreams." Erestor mumbled, smiling weakly, due to 
the memory of the morning's fight with his lover. "Now you need not to 
worry about me. I just told you so you understood my mood this 
morning."

"You would have not told me if it hadn't happened?."

"No. I already have Glorfindel and your father worrying about this dreams 
of mine. I would have never added you to the list if it were not necessary." 

"How do you know I will worry?" Elladan asked, puzzled. 

"Because you are Elladan. And the one I know cares more than he wants 
to admit about the ones he considered his family." Smiling at the innocent 
blush of his student's face Erestor rubbed the young elf's brow with a 
tender thumb.  "Now. Erase that concerned expression or you will make 
me regret I ever told you. That is much better." Erestor assured, pleased as 
Elladan smiled timidly. "Come. I need to do something now."

The pleasant touch suddenly finished, Erestor was waiting for Elladan, 
holding the tapestry open waiting for the young elf to pass through the 
door so he could close it behind them.  

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

"Please do not tell your brother what I told you. I do not want to upset him 
too." 

"I won't tell Erestor." A blissful smile played in his lips. "I promise." 

"Thank you." Smiled the elder elf who suddenly felt the young elfling's 
body crushing against his chest, giving him a tight and unexpected 
embrace. Smiling, amused by his student's swift actions Erestor hugged 
Elladan back. "Go find Elrohir now. I am sure he is wondering where you 
are by now." He murmured before placing a fatherly kiss on the other's 
head. "Go...". With a single nod and without looking at him, his charge 
rushed away down the hallway. 

"It seems you two have made up for what ever happened this morning."

The chief advisor of Imladris grinned at the sound of his beloved's deep 
voice. "Yes." His head fell backwards to rest on a safe shoulder while a 
strong arm encircled his chest under his left arm, the free hand worked the 
dark hair off his neck so his lover's soft lips could kiss the line of 
increasing pulse.  "Now I have only you to make up for raising my voice 
at, this morning and leaving the way I did..." 

"I would say I am sorry too but I am extremely interested in finding out 
what would you do to make up things to me..." Smirking naughtily, the 
Lord of Imladris rested his cheek against Erestor´s as he let his other arm 
encircle the slim body greedily and closely.  

"We are in the hallway A´maelarain." The younger elf warned, panting 
with uneven breaths. He found impossible to control his body once it was 
in his loved one's selfish grip. 

"We should enter the study perhaps?" Elrond asked playfully. 

Erestor only nodded as warm breath collided teasingly against the tip of 
his ear to be followed by a provoking lick that made him moan and 
tremble in the safe arms holding him close to Elrond´s body.

"Yes. I think we should enter..." Not releasing his lover Elrond turned the 
door clasp and kicked it open then caught it after they entered to close it 
behind them. "Amim mela lle. A´maelarain..." 

"Amin mela lle beika Elrond." His uneven breathing almost made the 
words get lost in the short trip to the other's ear. Turning the other so he 
could face him Elrond cornered his chief advisor against the door jamb. 
Eager arms encircled around his neck pulling his body forward, so it could 
be firmly pressed against Erestor´s crushed against the oak door. 

After looking intently into each other eyes for several seconds, the half-
elven Lord broke the mystical trance to bend and kiss the alluring lips 
waiting for his own.  Erestor´s hands had slid around his waist, pressing 
forward his lower body until their needs met, making them moan eagerly 
into the hungry kiss. 

Elrond's lips trailed their way, south heading to the pulsing artery rushing 
on the pale neck over the covered flesh.  The high neck hardly let him 
have bare flesh to kiss, his own fault for marking the flawless skin under it 
so evidently the past day; but they were alone now, and the shirt could be 
removed, the only one who could noticed the telling mark was the one 
who had greedily inflicted it during their love making.  The elder elf's left 
hand unbuttoned the first upper buttons  while the other pulled the 
annoying fabric out of his lips´ way. Elrond grinned over the other's 
bruised skin as needful moans left Erestor´s mouth. His hand slid through 
the half open line of buttons to run exploringly over the chief advisor's  
chest. 

"You might want to move a little lower, Ada."

Elrohir´s musical voice made both elder elves snap from their entrancing 
activity, pulling away form the other's arms, to stare nervously at where 
the sound had come from.  Elrohir´s head popped out from behind 
Elrond´s messy desk. He was obviously kneeling on the floor. But what 
was he doing there?

"Somewhere a regular shirt will cover...?" The young elf suggested 
amused from his place.    

"Elrohir?!" Asked the half-elven Lord shaken. Neither anger nor 
recrimination sounded in his voice, but concealed fear. The fear of his 
youngest son's possible reaction to his secret,  true love.

"I am sorry I did not meant to rattle you. But it would have not been right, 
for me to stay under the desk until you... finished." Beginning to stand in 
his place Elrohir chuckled at his father angry blushing and avoidance of 
his gaze. "Well. I better leave you two alone now."

"You are not going anywhere Elrohir. What were you doing there?". 
Asked Elrond puzzled and still shocked. "We need to talk." He stated after 
some moments rubbing nervously his brow before his son could form any 
answer.

"It is alright Papa, I will not tell Elladan if that is what is troubling you." 
Declared the young elf good-heartily.   

"Sit. Please." Elrond moved heading to where Elrohir had chosen to sit 
and took one of the empty places in front of his youngest son. Noticing 
that his lover had not mirrored his motions he glanced back to the door. 
"Come sit Erestor. Please."

"I am sorry I troubled you both, Ada. I did not mean too." 

"The one who seems not troubled at all is you Elrohir." The elflings´ 
father announced after making sure his lover had started his way to the 
empty chair next to him. The last thing Elrond thought he needed at that 
moment was for his beloved to go hide somewhere due to obvious guilt. 

"Well, I am not troubled Papa. I just want you and Erestor to be happy, 
and you do seem happy together." Elrohir could not help but to smile 
mischievously at the flashback of the scene he had just witnessed. 

"Since when have you known. Elrohir?" Asked Erestor quietly, as if 
scared of opening his mouth. 

"About a week...remember that time when I bumped into you?. When you 
were leaving Ada´s private rooms?." He explained after some seconds due 
to the puzzled look on both his father's and and his father's lover's face.  
"Well that got me thinking, and I only paid a little attention... It is not very 
hard to notice if you watch the right signs..."

"Such as?" Asked Elrond resting his head in one of his hands. Refreshing 
his memory for some sort of clue which could have told his son about his 
secret feelings.  

"Mnnn... the way you look at each other mostly..." He stated after taking 
some time to think. "Since when?..." The young elf asked out of curiosity. 
He actually wanted to ask how everything started too, since he had not 
been able to hear his parents love story when little... But he considered it 
might be too early to be asking that. And it was not like he was not going 
to have the opportunity after all. 

Elrond considered the question carefully, considering  the only two 
options to chose from. The truth or a lie. The truth might change Elrohir´s  
NOT TROUBLED mood to a very troubled one, after all Celebrian WAS 
his mother. "Lyndon. Some months before we started our way to Eriador 
and founded Imladris."  He decided to go with the truth, considering it 
better to try to talk through everything that was needed  that afternoon, or 
at least everything his son wanted to ask. The half-elf Lord could feel the 
fear of his lover increasing, at Elrohir´s quiet thinking. 

"That is a long time..." Elrohir stated in awe. He had considered his father 
and Erestor to be together for a long time but it turned to be much longer 
than the one he had calculated. The young prince had thought everything 
might have started due to his mother spending so much time in Lórien... 
Apparently he had skipped a few years... So, Celebrian must know about 
it. But... Lifting his gaze to look at his father, the young elf asked, "Why 
did you marry mother if you and Erestor were together?."

The Lord of the house blinked in surprise at the question. He had expected 
something like. Does mother know?, Where you not in love with mother 
when you married her?, Did you ever love mother?, but none of those 
seemed to be playing around his son's thinking at that moment. "Well..." 
There was no way to put what he needed to say in easy hearable words, it 
was not easy at all, to tell his youngest child that he had not been 
conceived as the product of his parents love, but from the mere need of 
heritage. 

"You married her only because you needed heirs?" The elfling asked 
matter-o-factly.

"Some futures are written, Elrohir, and the only thing we can do, is to 
adapt to them." Erestor finally dare to look into his charges´ deep green 
eyes staring attentively back at him. "Your father was meant to marry your 
mother as he was meant to have you and your brother. You see, the Valar 
might take important things from us several times, but somehow, they 
reward our strength by giving us greater things in return..."

"So. You do not regret Ada married mother?. Even knowing that you 
might never bind your heart to him?".

After swallowing hard, Elrond stared at his lover, waiting for an answer 
under the answer. Surely Erestor would not tell Elrohir that he actually 
regretted Elrond had married his mother so the Lord of Imladris 
concentrated on his lover body language and eyes, especially his beloved's 
expressive eyes. 

"No. I do not regret it Pen-Neth." The chief advisor stated without 
hesitation. 

"I would." Elrohir thought out loud, not understanding how a lover could 
be in peace with the other if he had bound his heart to another one. 
Considering this idea the young prince shivered, imagining his beloved in 
the arms of other but his, much less he could bear the idea of knowing 
Glorfindel´s heart might belong to another owner but him. No. Elrohir 
could never live knowing that... No matter what he will not be able to bear 
it.

"I can assure you, you would not."

"I do not understand..." Elrohir mumbled.

"Due to your father's marriage you and Elladan were born. I could never 
regret something that gave me such a marvellous present." Smiling at 
Elrohir´s grin he proceeded. "Watching you and your brother become the 
elves you are now and the ones you are going to be, with the passing of 
the years, is my reward. The best I could have ever received."

"Ada?. Is Elrohir there?" Came Elladan´s voice from behind the locked 
door.

"Elladan needs to know." Elrohir whispered so his twin could not hear 
him.

Elrond nodded before his son stood to hug Erestor. 

"Thank you Erestor." 

"Why are you thanking me for, Pen-Neth?." The elf tutor asked puzzled.

"For being you." Elrohir stated with one of his brighter smiles draw on his 
lips and after another knock on the door he went to met his twin waiting 
for him in the hallway.  

Looking to his side, the chief advisor of Imladris found his loved one 
staring adoringly and dreamily at him, and he could not help but to smile 
at Elrond´s abstraction. Dropping his hand Erestor let it find his lovers, 
their fingers tangled automatically. 

"It will never stop surprising me..." Elrond whispered in his adoration. 

"What?. Elrohir?"

"Mnnn. No, my feelings.". Smiling at his loved one's puzzled expression 
he continued. "Sometimes when I see you in your sleep or in my arms I 
think, that is the most I can love you. Yet I always find myself loving you 
even more..."Chuckling at his thinking Elrond blushed as he looked into 
Erestor´s green eyes. "You always make me fall in love with you all over 
again". Smiling at his beloved's blush, Elrond moved to kneel infront of 
the sitting elf, who bent to kiss him softly whilst cupping tenderly his face. 
Making the half- elf Lord feel as if he was in a fluffy cloud. 

TBC…

Falling into Temptation.
Chapter/ Part: 16.

Author: Celebrian.
E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com
Web page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Celebrianlotrsfanfiction (where 
new fic is archived first :o) or  
http://www.geocities.com/sabrinallo/index.html  
Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel    &    Elrond / Erestor.   Elladan also 
mentioned.
Rating: PG13
Summary:  
Disclaimer: I don’t own them   :o(    But they all live in my mind.
Warnings: Angsty I think…	
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: Amin mela lle: I love you. // Amin mela lle, beika 
Erestor: I love you too Erestor. // Mela en' coiamin: Love of my life // 
Lirimaer: Lovely one.// Ammin merna lle,  A'maelarain: I want you, My 
beloved. // Quel amrun: Good morning. Saurar: Foul. / Menelya: Friday. 
// Ada: Father/ Papa. // Mead: Sweet wine of fermented honey./ Kholiast 
elven card game consisting of a 1000 card deck, dice and a very difficult 
method of counting
	 points. A high elf favorite.
Feedback:  Please, Please!  I beg of you.  I will be eternally grateful   :o)   
Consulted recourses for this part: The grey company elvish words list.

* * Special thanks to Betas Emerald & Elaine :)  * *

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Elladan's heart pounded so rapidly as to leave him without breath 
momentarily, stopping at the hearing of the click which was supposed to 
unlock  his father’s study door. Staring impatiently at the door knob, he 
saw it moved and then the elf behind the oak door finally opened it to step 
out.

A heavy and disappointed sigh escaped his lips as he remembered to 
breathe again. 

“Something happened?” Elladan asked, trying to sound casually worried. 

“No, I was only talking to Ada and Erestor.” Elrohir declared with his 
usual happy, musical tone of voice.

“Why was the door closed?” The oldest twin inquired puzzled as he and 
his brother stepped down the corridor to the Halls of Fire. 

“Ah,… I don’t know… I used the other one to go in.” Mumbled the 
younger elf anxiously. He would have to learn how to lie from time to 
time. Sometimes it WAS necessary to be good at it. Elladan was right 
about that. 

“Was Erestor alright?” The question sounded more anxious than Elladan 
had meant it, but his brother seemed to be lost in his momentary 
appreciation of Glorfindel working on his maps. “He asked where you 
were…” Elladan offered once they had passed the library door unnoticed 
by the working blond elf.

“He did?” Elrohir could not help but beam with joy at his twin’s 
statement. “When?”.  

“When I went back to the library. Elrohir?…” Elladan interrupted his 
question, when he started to bite his lower lip in worry. 

“What?” Elrohir asked as he dropped himself next to the cosy fire burning 
in the middle of the practically deserted room. 

“You never answered my question.” 

“Sit.” The younger elf ordered whilst pulling his brother’s sleeve as he 
usually did when he wanted Elladan to follow his moves.  “What 
question?” 

“If you believed Glorfindel and Erestor might have been lovers in the 
past.” 

“No, they were not.” Elrohir answered, sure of his response.  “Glorfindel 
assured me they have been not” He added with an anxious smile. *terrible, 
terrible liar * He reproached himself.  “Why?” He asked puzzled while 
frowning his forehead to study his twin’s reaction. 

“I was just curious about it…” Fidgeting the sleeve of his tunic Elladan 
stared at the stone squares decorating the entire hall. “Are you going to be 
busy tonight?. I thought you might want to play Kholiast with me?” 

“You are acting weird.” Elrohir whispered, still studying his brother,  
unsuccessfully trying to find out what was going on with him. “There is 
something you are not telling me, what is it?” The serious inquiry lost 
almost all its seriousness when the younger twin bent almost parallel to 
floor level so he could look at his brother’s eyes. “Elladan?” 

“Would it not be easier to pull his face up, Pen Neth?” Erestor mused at 
Elrohir's posture from under the stone arcade of the Halls. Both elflings 
snapped  their heads up to face him. “Dinner is ready.” He announced and 
left the two brothers behind while muttering a *Do not be late * as he 
walked through the dark passage.  

Facing Elladan in inquiry once again Elrohir noticed his brother’s deep 
blush. And after a couple of minutes, words finally managed to leave his 
already opened mouth. “You like Erestor!”. He mumbled shocked, still 
staring at Elladan. He waited for his brother to chide him as usual, but no 
reply came from his brother’s mouth. “You do…” Still shocked Elrohir 
shook his head to clear his mind. 

“You think he might like me?” Elladan asked staring at his fidgeting 
fingers. “Or get to like me?” 

“But, but… Elladan. He IS ERESTOR!”. Not knowing what to say Elrohir 
stood from his place and started pacing in front of his twin almost 
frantically. How could Elladan had fallen in love with their father’s 
lover?… “Are you in love?” The young elf asked, stopping in one place as 
he realized his brother had not denied that he did LIKE Erestor, perhaps it 
was just that… Waiting fretfully for a reply Elrohir stared at his sibling in 
strong inquiry. 
 
“I think I might…” Elladan whispered uneasily. 

“You can not!” Elrohir practically yelled waving his hands frantically to 
emphasise his unexplained point. 

“Why?. You want him too?!” Snapping at his brother’s outrage regarding 
his recently discovered feelings Elladan stood swiftly from his place as he 
glared coldly at the younger dark haired half-elf. 

“You two are always fighting!” Elrohir blurted nervously, not really 
knowing what to say or do. He could not discuss his father’s secret with 
out permission, and he was also afraid of how Elladan might react if he 
found out the truth at that precise moment.  

“So?” The oldest twin asked raising both his shoulders. 

“Well… That!” Elrohir yelled. “You can not be in love with him.” 

“Why?. Are you the only one worthy of our tutors?. I know you are their 
favourite but I can make them like me too if I want.” Despite the fact that 
he was well aware that he had no chance with Glorfindel, Elladan decided 
to release his menace nonetheless.

“Elladan. They already like you.” The younger raven haired elf tried to 
explain more calmly avoiding the menacing words. “But Erestor is not for 
you.”  

“This is so typical of you Elrohir. When it comes to you. Everything is 
possible, but when it comes to me, nothing is.”

“I never said that!” The younger elf rebuked as he ran behind his brother 
who suddenly rushed out the room. “Elladan!” He called vainly, as his 
brother was not in sight when he crossed the end of the passage. 

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“Have you told them dinner was ready?.” Asked the Lord of the House 
after an annoyed puff of air managed to escape between his lips. 

Lifting his eyes from the point on the wall he had been staring at, lost in 
thought,  Erestor gazed at his annoyed lover waiting for his reply. “As 
soon as I left the study.” He offered calmly, avoiding the fact that Elrond 
already knew he had informed the twins. 

“What were they doing?” The golden haired elf asked pulling his body 
backwards to relax in the comfortable chair. 

“It seemed like Elrohir wanted to get some information out of Elladan.” 

“My Lord.” The hesitant voice of a maid interrupted Erestor's speech. 
“The food can not stay much longer on the fire or it will be ruined”. 

The elf-girl left to go get the trays of food, after her Lord’s nod. 

“Obviously they are not very hungry…” Elrond mused out loud. Glancing 
at his beloved, he smiled, suddenly forgetting the twin’s delay. As always, 
Erestor looked beautiful to Elrond eyes, but at that precise moment all the 
previous repressed desire in the half-elf Lord’s body made a warm shiver 
run across his spine to end in his groin.  

The Lord of the house rested his arm on the table, its palm up, silently 
asked his lover to join hands. 

Smiling fairly timidly, Erestor slid his own hand gently across Elrond's 
until their fingers automatically laced together. 

A few silent and comfortable moments were shared until the maid 
returned from the kitchen carrying a tray of steaming food. The aromatic 
smell of seasoned meat coming from the kitchen passages increased as she 
lifted the tray on the table.

Elrond's grip on his lover’s hand tightened as he sensed the imminent 
separation. . To Erestor that simple sign of affection or something even 
more intimate sometimes, were easy and natural if, before Glorfindel, but 
they were not certainly shared in public in a conscious way. Smiling 
relieved the Lord of Imladris thanked his loved one -for not retrieving his 
hand as he had meant to- caressing the inside of Erestor's wrist with a 
gentle thumb. 

Erestor melted at the surprisingly new ministration. How come Elrond had 
never done that before in all the years they spent together, was a mystery 
to the chief advisor, but he did not really care. The touch was tender, 
allowed  in public, and at the same time sensual and enticing. How Erestor 
wanted to bend over the little space of the table separating him from 
Elrond, and kiss those always desired lips, but he could not do so at that 
moment so he settled for stealing an adoring smile back.

“Thank you.” Elrond dismissed the young maid, gazing at Glorfindel on 
his other side. “Elrohir knows.” He offered after the elf-girl’s steps were 
no longer caught by his perception. 

“You spoke with him?.” The golden haired eldar spoke calmly despite the 
urgent need to know how his beloved had taken the news. “How did he 
take it?” 

“Rather well I dare say. He advised me to nibble Erestor lower down his 
neck, so a regular shirt would conceal the mark.

 Glorfindel almost choked  on the wine passing down his throat as a laugh 
threatened to came out from it at the same time. “What?!” He asked finally 
able to laugh heartily at Elrond's statement.

“The young one saw us… kissing in the study” The chief advisor 
explained whilst blushing. 

“He appeared from under my desk offering his *advice* and then he 
apologized for startling us. He claimed it would not have been right to 
have stayed where he was. I wonder what was he doing under my desk…” 
Elrond frowned while thinking of a possible explanation before he got 
distracted by the blond eldar’s soft laugh and his lover’s fingers seeking 
his own resting next to his plate. 

“Apparently he managed to find out a week ago.” Erestor offered. 

“Elladan?” Asked the golden haired elf with no mused timbre in his voice 
at that moment. “You need to talk to him. It will not be easy to keep the 
secret now that Elrohir knows. You know how they are.” He advised 
matter-o-factly before noticing his friend’s fingers playing lovingly 
together once again. “Not to mention that with the passing of the days you 
seem less able to keep your hands to your self. Chuckling and amused as 
the raven haired elves blushed in. synchrony Glorfindel started to serve 
some food on to the plates before it got too cold.  

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Glorfindel wandered the passageways near the kitchen trying to find 
Lindir before he went to bed. Otherwise he would have to wait till the next 
day to deliver Elrond's message. 

Leaning gently on one of the balcony rails surrounding the atriums of the 
house, he spotted the dark haired elf busy with one of the elf girls he 
preferred. Glorfindel could not really hear what Lindir was saying but the 
golden haired elf knew the other elf had succeeded when the maid 
encircled her arms around the other’s neck pulling the dark haired elf into 
a tender embrace. 

* Tomorrow it is. * Glorfindel thought as he left the lovers in well 
deserved privacy,  suddenly remembering the first maid he had been with. 
Till this day her melodious laugh was still present in his memory. The 
sweetest elf-girl he had ever been with. Smiling fondly at his memories 
the blond elf headed towards his rooms when a sudden shattering noise 
came from the storage room. 

Heading towards where the noise had come from the elder elf found the 
oldest twin kneeling on the floor picking up shards of two broken vessels. 
Sighing softly, Glorfindel approached Elladan who, at the moment, was 
too engrossed in the task at hand to notice him in the room

Elladan startled as another hand appeared from nowhere to pick a big 
piece of glass. Lifting his gaze up the younger elf saw a curtain of golden 
hair veiling the other’s face.  “I did not see the table.” He mumbled, a little 
ashamed of the mess he had caused. 

“It is indeed very dark in here.” The elder elf soothed as he pulled his hair 
away from his face to be able to look at the upset elfling. 

A relieved smile formed on the prince’s face as soon as he noticed he was 
not going to be reprimanded for his stupidity this time and a whimper of 
pain formed back in his throat as he moved his left hand.

“Let me see that.” 

“Mnnn, no, it is nothing.” The raven haired elf assured, slightly shaking 
his head before handing Glorfindel his own hand, knowing that his tutor 
would not give up on the matter until he had checked the injury. 

“It is nothing.” Elladan assured once again grimacing a little from the 
annoying pain as Glorfindel checked it carefully. “I will clean it as soon as 
I get things in order again…” He secured. “I do not want to upset Lindir 
too”.

“Come with me. I will clean this later” Standing from his crouching 
position, the elder elf waited for Elladan to follow. “Nobody comes here at 
this hour of the night anyway.” 

After a fruitless visit to the dispensary, both elves entered Glorfindel's 
private chambers. 

After some minutes of absentminded walking around the room, Elladan 
popped his head through the bathroom entrance to see Glorfindel opening 
a drawer and taking out a little phial of the liquid they used to mend the 
injuries  when he and Elrohir come home from playing around the valley. 
Usually several scratches ended adorning their bodies and this liquid did 
help them heal faster.

 “Here it is.” Glorfindel declared, pleased and cradling the small phial in 
his hand.

“I was hoping you would not find it.” Frowning, Elladan stared like a 
child at the small inoffensive glass bottle in his tutor’s hand. “That liquid 
burns worst than fire”. He complained, his frown relaxing as Glorfindel 
started to chuckle. 

“I know.” Amused the blond elf directed them both near the bed, asking 
with a silent signal for Elladan to sit on it. As soon as Elladan complied, 
he took the little cloth accompanying the phial in his hand and soaked it 
with the clear liquid. “But you, better than anyone else, should know that 
is does help the healing process.” 

“Unfortunately, I do...” Hissing when the soaked cloth made contact with 
the open cut of his hand, Elladan grabbed the bed coverlet tightly with his 
free hand so as not  jerk the injured one away from the elf healing it. 

“There you are.” The elder elf rose to an upright position and smiled at his 
young student blowing as gently as possible over the angry cut. After 
leaving the small bottle and piece of  cloth on his nightstand table, he sat 
next to young elfling. “You missed dinner.” He reminded the other calmly. 

“Was Ada upset at me?.” 

“And your brother…”. Glorfindel assured studying carefully the youngster 
elf who was becoming more upset with the passing of the seconds. “Did 
you two argue?.” 

“Yes.”

“May I know why?” The blond elf asked quietly, as he tangled his hands 
together in his lap.

The young prince smiled, that question was so Glorfindel he thought, 
amused. The elder elf was always polite and gentle and (one of Elladan's 
favourite qualities) not intrusive. He respected what he and Elrohir wanted 
to talk about, and what they didn’t. Not that the others did otherwise, but 
Glorfindel was somehow more … subtle in his questionings.  “Would you 
keep the secret if I tell you?”. He finally asked, biting his lip in worry, he 
knew the question was out of place with the elf he was about to talk to but 
nonetheless he needed to feel reassured.

“Yes.” A tender smile formed in the eldar’s face as he noticed the trustful 
and thankful smile on the oldest twin’s lips. 

“Alright…” Taking a deep breath as if he was about to dive in under water 
Elladan gained the courage to reveal the secret Elrohir had recently 
discovered, to Glorfindel. “I , feel … Mnnn, butterflies in my stomach 
when Erestor is around.” Elladan thought he might be in love with his dark 
haired tutor, but to be in love was a strong feeling and he was not ready to 
admit that –to himself, or others- yet. “And when I think of him too…you 
know…”

“And you have discussed this with Elrohir, when?.” He asked, sounding 
soothing and calming. None of his anxiety was displayed to the young elf 
confessing his heart to him. A young heart that will be broken once again, 
soon.  

“He noticed when Erestor came to tell us dinner was ready.” Elladan 
explained blushing noticeable at the mention of his tutor. “I think Elrohir 
does not think Erestor might like me… That way. ” He added after some 
hesitation. “You think it too?”. Waiting impatiently for his answer Elladan 
bit his lower lip once again, big green eyes suddenly watering at his 
blonds tutor’s thinking of his simple question. If Glorfindel considered he 
had no chance with the Noldor elf, then he probably had none. 

“I think nobody is exempt from falling in love…” The older elf reassured 
calmly after a long sigh, trying not to give false hope to his young student. 
Glorfindel knew he was not answering what Elladan had asked, but he 
could not really think of anything that would not break the elfling's heart 
nor give him false expectations. “Have you consider discussing this with 
Erestor?.” Smiling at the frown showing on Elladan's brow, the elder elf 
denied slightly with his head. “Of course you have not. I would not have 
either.” He mused out loud. 

“You think I should?.” 

“I think it is a possibility you should consider.” He offered quietly, hoping 
Elladan would not make up his mind and go talk to Erestor that same 
night, otherwise Erestor would have one of his panic attacks and would try 
to hide for an entire week somewhere he knows he will not be found. 
Glorfindel did not even want to think about the reaction he might have 
towards the young elf, the blond elf knew that the Noldor elf loved the 
twins more than his own life but a situation like this might make him fell 
cornered as a cat; who quickly senses the danger of the situation, 
retreating into his overprotected relationship with Elrond. 

Sighing, Glorfindel remembered how with Rumil's latest visits Elrond's 
feelings wavered on the edge of insecurity. He still seemed not able to 
bear seeing see his lover near the young Galadhrim for long periods of 
time. How would he feel when he found out about his son’s feelings 
towards his own lover, when he was so fearful of losing Erestor again.

“I will … consider the idea.” Elladan mumbled in the middle of a yawn, 
snapping Glorfindel from his own worries.  

“I also think you should consider of going to bed too.” Clucking 
Glorfindel petted the dark haired elf’s back. “You will think better after a 
good night of rest.” 

“Yes. I could not sleep well last night.” Elladan declared whilst standing 
to leave. “Ah, I have to clean the mess in the storage room first.” He 
remembered. 

“No. You go to sleep, now. I will take care of it… Do not worry about it.” 
He insisted as soon as he noticed Elladan's imminent complaint. 

They walked two doors down the hallway to Elladan's rooms. 

“Thankyou Glorfindel.” Elladan muttered bashfully. 

“You are very welcome Elladan.” The elder elf reassured with a confident 
smile as he embraced the young one caringly and planted a fatherly kiss 
on the elfling's brow. “Go to sleep. And try not to be late for breakfast 
tomorrow. Alright?.”

“Alright.” After gifting a last thankful smile to his confidant, Elladan 
entered his private chambers to find Elrohir at the edge of tears on the 
other side of the door.

TBC… 



Falling into Temptation.
Chapter/ Part: 17.

Author: Celebrian.
E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com
Web page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Celebrianlotrsfanfiction (where 
new fic. is archive first :o) or  
http://www.geocities.com/sabrinallo/index.html  
Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel    &    Elrond / Erestor.   Elladan also 
mentioned.
Rating: R
Summary:  
Disclaimer: I don’t own them   :o(    But they all live in my mind.
Warnings: Angsty at first, Fluffy at the end…	
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: Amin mela lle: I love you. // Amin mela lle, beika 
Erestor: I love you too Erestor. // Mela en' coiamin: Love of my life // 
Lirimaer: Lovely one.// Ammin merna lle,  A'maelarain: I want you, My 
beloved. // Quel amrun: Good morning. Saurar: Foul. / Menelya: Friday. 
// Ada: Father/ Papa. // Mead: Sweet wine of fermented honey.
Feedback:  Please, Please!  I beg of you.  I will be eternally grateful   :o) 

* * Special Thanks… Well, as usual to betas Elaine and Emerald, to new 
beta Gabriel. And special thanks to Cally for the naughty idea regarding 
Glorfindel, Elrohir and an oak door :) * *

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“Elladan?.” Asked Elrohir in a cracked voice. “Were you trying to…?” He 
could not end the sentence, for fear his twin would carry out his previous 
threat. *I can make them like me if I want * He had said, and although 
Elrohir trusted that Glorfindel would never hurt him, he could not help but 
feel betrayed by his brother’s possible treason. 

“Trying to what?.” The oldest twin asked frowning as he studied his 
brother on the edge of tears, completely at a loss as to what Elrohir was 
asking him about. 

“To… seduce him?”. Tears started to fall down the creamy cheeks and 
Elrohir's hands worked swiftly to wipe them away. 

“What? NO! Why would I do that?!” Outraged by his brother’s 
questioning, Elladan stared at the other, waiting for some kind of 
explanation. 

“You threatened you would!”. 

“So little you know me, Elrohir?!.” He chided even more outraged than 
before, moving towards his bed and throwing himself on it. “I was only 
talking to him.” He offered as he noticed his brother’s reluctance to 
believe his words. “And I hurt my hand so he healed it with that horrible 
liquid they used when we were little. I cannot believe that you of all others 
believed me capable of doing such a thing!”  

“Well. You seemed pretty serious Elladan! Not to mention angry!” Elrohir 
walked to the bed and slipped in next to his brother, facing him from the 
next empty pillow. “Did you tell him about Erestor?” He asked worried. 
“What did he tell you?” He added after his brother’s nod. 

“Nothing really. Just that I should consider talking to him.” 

“Will you?” 

“I do not know yet. I will think about it. Why? You think I should?” 

“Mnnn, yes.” Elrohir said, but in a whisper as he yawned whilst snuggling 
in the pillow “I will always be here for you Elladan, no matter what. I will 
always be your brother” he stated with a reassuring smile and taking his 
twin’s hand he surrendered reluctantly to slumber.  

Sighing and snuggling on his own pillow Elladan tried vainly to counsel 
sleep as memories and possibilities flooded his mind.  

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Elrond watched his lover moving around the room  not really doing 
something so important as to keep him from bed at that hour of night, not 
to mention away from him. 

“Erestor.” He called to the distracted elf, making the other turn anxiously 
to see him. “Are you coming to bed?” 

“I was thinking that I do not remember if I left the parchment you handed 
to me to read in a safe place. Perhaps I should go check it out, just to make 
sure nothing will happen to it.” He mumbled these rushed words as he 
threw his robe over his half naked body. Strong caring arms embraced him 
from behind as Elrond's head snuggled in the crook where neck and 
shoulder meet, nuzzling teasingly the soft tender flesh. 

“You gave it to me before we headed to the dinning room. Remember?” 
Elrond whispered quietly to the relaxing figure within his grip. “Now, 
unless you have something more important to do than to sleep in my arms, 
I suggest you come with me to bed.”

“You know, nothing can ever be more important than to be with you.” 
Whispered the Noldor elf calmly as his hand cupped the ones over his 
chest, holding him prisoner in Elrond's embrace. 

“Mnnn, I do not know…” Teased the half-elf clumsily directing his lover 
to their bed. “A little more wandering around the room and you would 
have me thinking that you did not want to sleep with me tonight.” 

Chuckling at his beloved’s faked gloom, Erestor shifted in the embrace to 
face the other. “You are going to make me say it.” He warned with a wide 
grin on his lips. 

“But we argued this morning. I certainly do not deserve it today.” Trying 
bogusly for his lover not to use his pet name Elrond frowned at the 
amused look on his loved one’s face.  “You will say it, no matter what I 
say or do. Right?” 

“You are my own beam of sunshine.” Pleased at the furious blushing he 
caused on his beloved’s features, Erestor petted Elrond's cheek to kiss ever 
so lovingly those desirable lips. “You deserved it today. Sunbeam.” He 
added, but in a whisper to the other’s lips as he moved away from the kiss. 
“I love you.” 

“I love you too.” Pressing their brows against each other, both elven Lords 
kissed once again before Elrond pulled away, smiling to the other so he 
was able to remove the intrusive robe Erestor had just put over his half 
naked body. “Lie down Moonbeam.” He teased with a grin. 

Slipping onto the bed next to his beloved, Elrond held the other 
protectively to his chest. “Let me hold you.” After petting the dark mane 
of hair cascading across his chest Elrond looked down at the quiet figure 
snuggled to his body. “What are you thinking A'maelarain?” 

“You realise that moonbeam and sunbeam never meet?” 

“What?” Asked Elrond laughing amused as his loved one pulled his head 
up to look at him.

“The moon and the sun partially meet in the sky. When one hides the other 
rises.” Erestor explained quietly whilst petting Elrond's bare chest, before 
giving it a quick kiss. 

“Perhaps, but even though they only meet for a few minutes, they can not 
exist with out each other. Just as I can not exist without you.” Caressing 
lovingly the other’s cheek he smiled.  

Erestor moved half on top of the resting figure, their bare chests meeting, 
awakening their bodies. He pressed gently his lips over Elrond's for a 
loving, caring, sensual  kiss. Elrond's mouth opened, giving permission for 
his tongue to find the others. His body naturally moved to be further on 
top of his long time lover, pressing their needs together. He could see 
between heavy lids Elrond's eyelashes fluttering closed seconds later as 
his arms desperately tried to embrace him closer. 

Smiling into the kiss, Erestor teased even more, biting Elrond's lower lip, 
sucking it gently; before the tip of his tongue trailed its way down Elrond's 
chin, neck and chest muscles. His lover’s moaning encouraged him to go 
on more.  His mouth cupped a pinkish bud, sucking it gently at first, to 
bite it ever as gently moments later when it was fully erect. 

The half-elf Lord’s body arched from the mattress he was resting on, 
begging silently for more. The Noldor elf’s lips found their way to the 
other nipple and imitated the same movements as before he brought the 
same, yet increased sensations of pleasure and need to the other’s shaking 
body.  

Moving teasingly down Erestor found light leggings in his way to the 
already aroused member. Smiling naughtily, he looked up at his waiting 
beloved, whilst his hand cupped the needy flesh still covered by the thin 
fabric. 

“Take them off.” Elrond managed to pant, in his aroused state. The image 
of his lover teasing him so masterfully, knowing exactly what to do to 
him, unmade him. Erestor made him lose control every single time he 
acted this way. It made Elrond want to be taken, Erestor could even make 
the elven Lord beg for it...

Smirking even more devilishly, Erestor denied this slowly by shaking his 
head, making the loose dark locks around his face dance gently. Bending 
slowly, his mouth took the heated flesh within it, swirling his tongue ever 
so gracefully around the swollen member he wet the light fabric of 
Elrond's pants as his mouth drove it deeper down his throat. After a few 
more sucks he hummed teasingly on the invasive flesh contained by his 
mouth. 

The half-elven Lord had to grab the sheets at the extremely teasing 
sensation. Elrond could feel a restraining hand pressing on his abdomen 
firmly, urging him to steady his trembling body, but he could not help it. 
The pleasure Erestor was giving to his body was much more than the Lord 
of Imladris could manage. The vibrations, the wet fabric, the warm cavity 
taking him deep made Elrond gasp his beloved’s name…

Erestor paid no attention to the musical warning of closure, instead his 
hand moved down from Elrond's belly to unfasten the opening of the 
pants. In its way up his mouth left the heated flesh, and as swiftly as a 
lightning he enclosed it once again, before the other could feel the 
annoying sensation of the cool air of the night hitting mercilessly the 
heated flesh.  Moving up and down Erestor increased the rhythm as he felt 
his lover closer to release. His hand settled once again on the naked belly 
moving unconsciously, desperately, to press Elrond's body steady as he 
found his release in the other’s throat.  

The Noldor elf swallowed eagerly his lover’s seed and moaned softly at 
the taste of it, until there was no more for him to take… 

Demanding hands grabbed him on the shoulders, asking Erestor to move 
upwards in the bed and so the chief advisor complied. 

Elrond's eyes opened as soon as he knew they would find his lover, a 
wide, pleased and relaxed smile played on his inviting lips as Erestor bent 
to kiss him all of a sudden, tenderly allowing him to taste the remnants of 
his own release in his loved one’s mouth. 

After mumbling his love to his beloved’s lips, Erestor snuggled on the 
half-elven Lord’s chest, allowing the so well known strong protective 
arms to enfold him lovingly. 

Several minutes passed before Elrond spoke, asking Erestor what was he 
thinking. 

“I thought you had fallen asleep.” The Noldor elf mused peacefully from 
his nestle.  

“Mnnn, no. I am only recovering.” The Lord of Imladris muttered 
contently making the other smile against his bare skin. 

“You should try to sleep. You stayed awake last night” * because of me * 
He added to himself. “Please try to get some rest.”        

Altered the next couple of paragraphs because it was hard to keep track of 
who was thinking what.


“I do not wish to sleep yet.” Elrond stated, resuming the tender petting on 
his beloved’s back. 

Erestor knew that he would not be able to rest even though his body 
needed to, he knew this was one of the nights in which he would spend the 
entire night awake, trying vainly to fool the nightmares from harassing his 
dreams. The nightmares attacked both during the day and the night yet 
Erestor preferred to deal with them when the light of Anor was still in the 
sky, it was less frightening … These were the nights Elrond would keep 
Erestor company, soothing any possible fear crawling into the other’s 
mind away with tender touches and loving words… 

Closing his eyes, Erestor alternated between the idea of ordering his lover 
to seek his well earned and deserved sleep, or the idea of saying nothing 
and letting him accompany Erestor for the major part of the night that the 
chief advisor knew he was going to be awake for due to the fear of  bad 
dreams. Moving up Elrond's body, Erestor snuggled into his beloved’s 
shoulder, silently pleading Elrond to keep him company for a little longer. 

Kissing the Noldor elf’s brow, the half-elf Lord tightened his embrace as 
he felt the insecurity in the other’s body. “Where have you been all day?” 
He asked trying to give the elf cradled in his arms something else to think 
about other than his despairing dreams. “I went to look for you in the 
eastern wing, but you were not there.”

“The twins found the place.” He muttered, fighting his slumber, he could 
not help but to feel secure in his lover’s arms. It felt as if he could not be 
harmed as long as he stayed cradled in them. 

“They did?” Frowning, the elven Lord asked gloomily.  

“Yes. They were there when I went back.”

“The questioned you about it?” 

“I would have not expected less from them. Although Elladan was rather 
quiet.” Erestor considered as he replayed the moment on his mind.

“He was upset this morning. I assumed it was because he had argued with 
you.”

“We did not argue, I raised my voice at him because he found me in the 
stream as I took my bath.” Snuggling closer to his lover, he complained to 
himself. “I still can not handle that kind of situation.” Mumbling, 
mortified Erestor closed his eyes.   

“You have not to trouble that much over it, A'maelarain. No harm has 
been done.”

Closing his eyes the chief advisor could not help but to feel those words as 
a stab in his heart. What if someday Elrond found out about his lies? What 
if someday he could not control himself and face Celebrian?… Erestor felt 
deep in his soul that his patience was leaving him when it came to her. 
“This time, but I can not assure you I would not hurt someone in the 
future.” 

“I KNOW you, Erestor. I know you are incapable of harming anyone” 

“I wish I could be as confident as you…” He mumbled sleepily as he gave 
up the conversation to fall asleep in the secure nestle of his beloved’s 
arms. 

Sighing deeply, Elrond snuggled his beloved closer to him and after some 
moments of his mind wandering, his eyes got lost somewhere on the 
ceiling of their room, transporting his mind to his own personal 
dreamland. 

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Glorfindel sat on his bed, knowing that he would not find rest that night; 
shifting over the clean linen of his bed could hardly be named as resting.  
It was not that early either, a couple of hours and he would have to prepare 
himself to attend breakfast, and talk to Elrond and Erestor. 

Sighing angrily to himself he stood from his empty bed, how could this 
have happened?, How could Elladan have fallen in love with Erestor?. 
Looking up for his clothes the eldar considered the possible ways to give 
the news without …

“No matter how you say it will be chaotic nevertheless…” He whispered 
to himself. 

Once dressed, he turned to seek his brush from the night table, but his eyes 
could not leave the empty and cold bed. Suddenly, he was feeling the need 
to sneak into Elrohir's room and crawl into bed to snuggle next to the 
young elfling. To feel the warm reassurance of his beloved’s body close to 
his own always managed to make problems seem less important than they 
really were. Elrohir's smile always managed to brighten up his life when 
Glorfindel felt himself tired, sad or worried, as he was at that precise 
moment. 

Shaking his head, the golden haired eldar moved swiftly to pick up the 
brush from the nightstand, and after brushing away every possible knot in 
his hair he rushed out of his rooms to the library.

Whilst passing Elrohir's bedrooms door he paused, not knowing whether 
to follow his heart, or his reasonable mind. 

His hand rested hesitantly on the oak door, deciding whether to knock or 
not when a lustful moan coming from inside made him move the hesitant 
palm away.

Jealousy suddenly mixed with need as he considered the idea of his loved 
one being with another. Perhaps the young elfling had considered his 
words and decided to take another lover. Swallowing hard he felt his self 
control leaving him quickly, as the only thing he wanted to do was to open 
the door and find out if Elrohir had company or not... He could surely find 
a believable reason for his intrusion…  

Closing his eyes, Glorfindel smiled to himself as he heard Elrohir's voice 
panting his name repeatedly, as if calling for him… 

Pressing his right hand and brow on the oak door he smiled, feeling as 
foolish as he had ever felt for his mistrust regarding the youngster’s 
feelings.  Yet as the sounds increased so did the flesh imprisoned in his 
leggings. 

The elfling calling his name in that lovely cadence made the blond eldar 
want to forget about his own inhibitions, so it would be him who brought 
pleasure to the young, inexperienced body he craved to kiss and touch… 
and pleasure to the edge of madness…

Glorfindel felt his mouth go dry as his aroused state increased with the 
moaning from inside the room, driving him practically unwise with need. 
His eyes tightly shut, and his fisted hands hanging tensely to the sides of 
his body fought not to rub the imprisoned swollen member crying for 
release. 

He needed to move from there, it was not impossible for some passing elf 
to find him shamelessly listening as Elrohir released himself, but he found 
himself unable to move. 

He was as weak as always when it came to Elrohir… Glorfindel found 
himself unable to think rationally, clearly and what worried him the most 
was that he was starting not to care. Perhaps this … waiting was useless… 
Perhaps he should surrender to his carnal desires, which after all were 
based on nothing but pure love and adoration…

A deep throaty moan came from the closed room, and the golden haired 
elf had to bite his lip not to moan too. How much he wanted to go inside 
and cradle the exhausted elf within his arms and cover him with loving 
kisses…

But instead he found himself resuming his walking to the library, running 
away as always when it came to the youngest prince…. Elrohir did not 
only make him feel week, he also made him feel scared. Scared of being 
irremediably hurt. 

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As soon as his breathing evened, Elrohir's attention focused on the 
hallway outside his room, how loud had he been moaning was now 
troubling him. Blushing and tugging his pants closed he peered his head 
out the door he had been leaning on whilst finding his release. Fortunately 
the corridor was empty as it always was at these early hours of the day… 

With a relaxed sigh, the young elfling shut the door and considered the 
idea of sleeping a little more, as the relaxation of his body drew him into a 
heavenly, light state… Yet his empty bed was not alluring enough as to 
make him lie on it. Instead, he walked towards the bathroom with a 
pleased smile playing on his face. He had come to the conclusion that after 
his bath he would slip into his beloved’s bed to wake him…  

* * * * * * * * * * * 

Elrohir tossed the towel on to the chair after squeezing the excess of water 
from his hair and left his chambers to go wake his beloved. Smiling 
devilishly to himself he considered different possible ways to wake 
Glorfindel, one of those involved his tongue and the other’s … Puffing, 
annoyed Elrohir turned on his heels as he peered through the eldar’s door 
and saw the empty unmade bed. Glorfindel was not there, only his 
sleeping leggings rested comfortably at the foot of the bed.

Heading downstairs, Elrohir peered carefully through the main door and 
grinned as he saw the blond elf sitting quietly next to the window, 
obviously staring at the last stars still shining away in the sky. He looked 
even more beautiful, when he was distracted like he was at this moment, 
quietly admiring the beauties of Arda…   

Smiling wickedly, Elrohir tiptoed near his loved one and embraced him 
from behind to kiss softly the other’s cheek. “Up so early?” The young 
prince purred to the pointy ear.

Glorfindel smiled at the courage of the young elfling. Obviously more 
brave than himself regarding his feelings. The eldar’s hands quickly 
moved to cup Elrohir's  as his head leaned backwards to rest on the raven 
haired elf’s chest. “I could not sleep.” He mumbled, tiredly pushing away 
the urge to seat Elrohir on his lap and kiss him…

“You are worried for Elladan.” The younger elf whispered gently whilst 
his fingers played with Glorfindel's. “I am worried too. No matter what 
happens, he will end up hurt.” 

“Come here.” Pulling gently on Elrohir's arms, the golden haired elf asked 
silently for the other to sit in front of him in the window seat. “I will talk 
to your father and Erestor today.” Glorfindel acknowledged, hoping 
Elrohir would not be angry at him for revealing Elladan's secret. 

“I was going to ask you if you considered I should tell them.” Smiling, 
relieved Elrohir sighed. “I knew not what to do… Elladan mentioned you 
advised him to talk to Erestor but I am not sure he will.” 

“Neither am I …” At the sensation of a warm hand cupping his own 
Glorfindel noticed he was actually looking at the stars, his eyes turned to 
face Elrohir smiling reassuringly back at him as if knowing what was 
going though his head. So many thoughts, so many insecurities and fears. 
All coming together in a big mix which made him feel saddened. 

“I can tell them if you are afraid Elladan will be mad at you. Eru knows I 
am a terrible liar…” Blushing Elrohir looked into his loved one’s blue 
eyes and there he allowed himself to be lost for several seconds until the 
musical voice brought him back to reality. 

“I appreciate that but I am afraid it would be best if I discussed this with 
them” Smiling at the raven-haired prince, Glorfindel petted Elrohir's face 
ever so gently, as if it was a rose petal. How was he able to feel such 
intense feelings towards the young elf?. Lust, tenderness, love, passion, 
desire… all this and more blossomed in his heart and body every time the 
youngest peredhil was near him. Even though he had tried to hide for 
years he found himself increasingly unable to do so with the passion of 
every second, every look and stolen glimpse of Elrohir's beauty. 

“You think Erestor might react somehow strangely.” 

Blinking at the assertion Glorfindel could do but nod. 

“I never really understood him well, I love him, but he is an extremely 
complex being and I feel he would not let anybody really know him or 
reach his heart. Well, except you and Ada…”

“But you and Elladan reached his heart A'maelarain. Believe me, more 
than you might ever imagine. He loves you both dearly…”  

Blinking in surprise, Elrohir grinned blissfully at the new adjective 
Glorfindel had called him. Turning to give his back to the elder elf, Elrohir 
moved closer and snuggled into Glorfindel's arms and chest. “I always 
knew he loved us, and since yesterday I have no doubt of it…” 

“Why since yesterday?” The golden haired elf asked quietly, whilst lazily 
petting the dark hair. 

“We talked about Ada's binding to mother, and what that meant to him, 
and what Elladan and I meant to him too.”

“What did he tell you?” 

“That we were the most marvellous presents he could have ever received.” 
Smiling happily, Elrohir snuggled his head closer into the eldar’s shoulder.   

“I can assure you, you are.” Kissing Elrohir's head, Glorfindel looked into 
the lightening sky, welcoming the sun soon to appear on the horizon. 
Cradling the prince in his arms, he smiled contentedly, suddenly feeling 
relieved, and strong enough to face the rest of what would be an 
exhausting day. 

TBC…



Falling into Temptation.
Chapter/ Part: 18.

Author: Celebrian.
E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com
Web page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Celebrianlotrsfanfiction (where 
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Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel    &    Elrond / Erestor.   Elladan also 
mentioned.
Rating: R
Summary: 
Disclaimer: I don’t own them :( But they all live in my mind.
Warnings: Angsty at first, Fluffy at the end…	
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: Amin mela lle: I love you. // Amin mela lle, beika 
Erestor: I love you too Erestor. // Mela en' coiamin: Love of my life // 
Lirimaer: Lovely one.// Ammin merna lle,  A'maelarain: I want you, My 
beloved. // Quel amrun: Good morning. Saurar: Foul. / Menelya: Friday. // 
Ada: Father/ Papa. // Mead: Sweet wine of fermented honey.
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Stopping himself at the entrance of the library, Erestor smiled at the image 
his eyes witnessed. Elrohir was snuggled closely to the eldar, who was 
lovingly holding the youngster close to his own body, as if he was silently 
feeding himself from Elrohir's youth, and love. Considering the idea of 
leaving as quietly as he had entered, Erestor stepped backwards. His body 
stumbled and crashed into Lindir, who was behind him. 

Glorfindel snapped his head around to where the muffled sound had come 
from, to see both elves holding each other, preventing themselves from 
falling. 

Elrohir turned his head lazily to look at the intruders, although he did not 
bother to pull away from his beloved’s arms.  Instead he snuggled closer. 
“Is breakfast ready?” He asked quietly. 

“Yes. It will be served within fifteen minutes.” Lindir acknowledged 
before turning to leave. “Excuse me”

“I am not hungry.” Elrohir muttered to Glorfindel hiding his face in the 
soft fabric of his loved one’s robe. He could not help the feeling of 
wanting to stay there with the blond eldar the entire day. Sitting wrapped 
in caring arms… 

“You did not eat last night.” Glorfindel reminded Elrohir, smiling as he 
noticed Erestor quietly leaving him alone with Elrohir. How come such a 
noble elf could have been destined to such a difficult life was a mystery to 
him. Erestor was one of the purest, gentlest beings he had ever known… 
He certainly did not deserve any of what had happened to him. 

“I’d rather stay here with you.” Elrohir said in a whisper as his lips came 
to be close to Glorfindel's “In your arms” He purred softly whilst his lips 
brushed softly with the eldar’s. “Kissing you…” 

Deepening the kiss, the elder elf drew Elrohir closer to his body. 
Memories of his name been moaned suddenly raced to his mind as well as 
his groin. 

Elrohir whimpered at the confidence of the kiss. It seemed as if Glorfindel 
had been starving and Elrohir's mouth was a luscious red fruit waiting to 
be tasted. Pressing harder his own chest to the blond elf’s, Elrohir moved 
to settle himself on Glorfindel's lap, facing the other. Both his legs 
straddled the captive body to the window frame as his hands roamed 
across the eldar’s back and up to the nape of his neck.    

Moaning into the kiss, Glorfindel moved even closer. His need was 
blatantly pressing against Elrohir's bottom, suddenly unable to push away, 
he pushed forward. His own mental image of the dark haired prince 
panting his name as he found his release was making him unable to 
control himself. His body paid no attention to his mind asking him wisely 
to stop, instead he tightened his grip around the youngster’s waist, pulling 
the other desperately closer. Elrohir's throaty moan against his lips made 
him tangle his fingers in the dark mane of hair, holding Elrohir's head 
steady to deepen the kiss ever more. 

Elrohir rubbed his bottom harder against his beloved’s ready flesh, 
wanting to feel ever closer to Glorfindel and tease the other to the point of 
despair. Unaware of whether he was having a beautiful dream, or whether 
he was awake, the raven haired elf managed to open his eyes to see dark 
blue eyes staring back at him. The lust in them made Elrohir shiver hard in 
anticipation of what might happen. “Glorfindel…?”. He panted, as if to 
make sure what he was feeling was real and not a mere product of his 
imagination. 

“I am here.” The elder elf assured, whilst petting the dark hair soothingly.

Bending closer to kiss the elder elf once again, Elrohir tightened his 
embrace around the golden haired elf’s neck fiercely, as if afraid someone 
might come to take his beloved away from him. It was then, at that precise 
moment, that a well known voice reached both aroused elves’ ears.     

Elrohir practically fell to the floor in his desperate attempt to stand as 
quickly as he could. Luckily his beloved caught him before it was too late. 

As soon as he was standing steady on the floor, he gazed up to see his 
father staring inquiringly at both of them. He probably had heard them on 
his way to the dining room. The hallway outside this particularly little 
library was the only way to get to the dining room from the family 
quarters. 

“Am I interrupting something?.” Elrond finally asked from his place near 
the door breaking the deadly silence.

“No!” Elrohir said, perhaps too loud for an elvish voice. “I was just…” He 
could not help but bite his lower lip when his father cocked his head 
slightly to the side encouraging an answer, or was it demanding one? The 
youngest prince was not sure. Anyway he needed to say something 
reasonable. “I was, just upset because last night I argued with Elladan…”   

“Is that why you two missed dinner?” the half-elven Lord asked lightly, a 
little amused by both his friend and son’s nervousness. “And, are you 
planning on having breakfast or are you going to skip that too?” after 
Elrohir's nodding to his first question he added flipping his gaze to his 
golden haired friend. 

“We will be there in a couple of minutes Elrond.” Glorfindel mumbled, as 
the opposite of Elrohir, perhaps in a too low voice. 

After a quick nod Elrond left both lovers alone once again. 

The elder elf pulled a stray braid of hair away Elrohir's eyes, drawing the 
youngster’s attention to him. “Are you well?” He asked tenderly as the 
prince’s eyes met his own. The scared look in his loved one’s eye made 
him regret his previous actions as quickly as the water of a river renews 
things. He embraced Elrohir protectively after a hesitant nod of the 
youngster’s head. 

Elrohir wrapped his arms around the eldar; not wanting to imagine what 
might have happened if his father had found out about them. He certainly 
did not want Glorfindel in trouble due his own stupidity. He had been the 
one to start things by climbing into the eldar’s lap and teasing him the way 
he had done, and he should have known better than to expose his golden 
haired love the way he had done. 

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Erestor looked up from the papers he was working on, in the process of 
stretching his tense neck, and saw Elrond staring out the window, with a 
worried expression showing on his face. 

“What is in your mind?” The chief advisor asked as he came to embrace 
his lover from behind. “What troubles you as to make you look so 
worried?” After kissing the dark mane of hair falling across Elrond's 
shoulders Erestor rested his chin on one of them, and nuzzled his head 
tenderly against Elrond's.

“Mnnn, nothing really.” The half-elven Lord answered but in a whisper as 
one of his hands came to pet his beloved’s cheek. “I am just, unsettled.” 
The feeling that something was about to happen in the course of the 
following day had not let him be at ease since he woke. Obviously, 
hearing his son making out with his best friend was not, as he had 
considered before, the reason for his anxiety. 

“Is it something you saw?” 

“No…” Shifting in the embrace Elrond faced his concerned lover. “I have 
the feeling something might happen though I can not see what…” Pressing 
his brow to Erestor's he closed his eyes, allowing his body to relax a little 
with the gentle hands stroking his back and hair. 

A knock on the door made them both complain. Erestor's body was 
prevented from moving away to attend to the door knock, when Elrond 
embraced him tightly burying his face in the dark hair. “Stay here.” He 
mewled.  

Erestor snickered whilst embracing his lover protectively. “We have 
already tried this Meleth- Nîn. And they never get tired of knocking the 
door.” 

“There is always a first time for everything.” Elrond purred from his nestle 
against Erestor's neck. Making his loved one snickered loudly. Smiling at 
the pleasant sound, he automatically tightened the embrace pulling Erestor 
closer to him. 

“Who is it?” The chief advisor of Imladris asked from Elrond's arms 
holding him lovingly captive. He smiled at the hearing of the eldar’s voice 
from behind the oak door. “Shall I beckon him to enter?” He asked Elrond 
who made no attempt of moving away. 

“I will not move.” Elrond's muffled voice warned stubbornly childlike.

 Nodding amused at his lover’s, not unusual determination he 
acknowledged Glorfindel to enter. 

The golden haired elf grinned at the sight his eyes saw as soon as he 
crossed the door. Apparently Elrond was in one of those days he was not 
going to allow Erestor to be too far away from him. It pained his heart to 
bring troubling news to them. It pained him to be the reasons to end an 
obviously enjoyable quiet moment between his friends were sharing. 

“What have they done?” Elrond asked from his nestle. 

“Nothing really” Glorfindel smiled gloomily. “But there is something you 
both need to know.” 

Pulling his head up at the hearing of those always problematic words, 
Elrond moved closer to his friend and asked him to sit in one of the arm 
chairs positioned in a circle. Looking back to his lover, he found he had 
followed him and was sitting next to him. 

“Something happened?” The raven haired elf asked quietly as he sat. 

“I am afraid so.” Glorfindel announced as he ran his hand nervously along 
his hair. 

Elrond crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for the eldar to speak. 
There was no use rushing Glorfindel when he was as upset as to frantically 
play with his hair. Perhaps he was anguished that he had heard him and 
Elrohir when heading to the dining room? But he had seemed pretty 
relaxed during breakfast. 

“Elladan confessed something to me last night that I think you two need to 
know about.” Elrond was straitening on his chair as he always did when he 
was about to hear ill news. 

“What has he done?” Asked Erestor in a whisper, afraid of what the oldest 
impulsive twin might have done for the eldar to be so distressed. 

“He thinks he has fallen in love.” The golden haired elf managed to say 
uneasily. 

“Elladan falls in love all the time Glorfindel. You know him…” Elrond 
mumbled a little amused, yet an internal warning told him Glorfindel was 
not ended revealing his oldest son’s secret.   

“Who has he fallen for, this time?” The chief advisor of Imladris inquired 
as he tried to search his mind for any clue that would lead him to any 
possible candidate, but he was unable to remember Elladan acting strange 
around anybody, and when he was not with Glorfindel, he and Elrohir 
accompanied him to the stables. “The stable’s elf-boy?” He chanced. 

“You.” The golden haired elf said quietly. “He told me he thinks he might 
be in love with you.” He explained, watching carefully both raven haired 
elves’ reactions. Elrond was trying to form some coherent words, which 
he did not seem able to find, and Erestor was still staring back at him 
disbelievingly. “That is why he and Elrohir missed dinner last night, they 
argued about this. Elrohir disapproved his… choice knowing of the 
situation, yet Elladan though Elrohir was only trying to bother him…”

“Because he does not know the real reason.” Elrond finally managed to 
say after a deep breath. “How serious is this Glorfindel?”

“I think is serious enough as for you to speak as quickly as possible with 
him. The less time you wait, the less time for Elladan's feelings to grow 
stronger.”  

“Where is he now?” Erestor asked. 

“We can not talk with him now Erestor.” The half-elven Lord 
acknowledged quietly as he turned to face his beloved, who was looking 
back at him.

“Why not? Glorfindel is right. The more time we waste the more we will 
hurt him.” Erestor's features were a mixture of a plea and worry. 

“Because I am sure Elrohir knows Glorfindel is here, and if Elrohir knows, 
then Elladan knows. It would not take him much to discover who 
informed us.” 

Sighing tiredly, the chief advisor nodded, understanding of his lover’s 
point of view. “So what do you recommend?” Staring at Elrond, he asked 
distressed.

“We wait for the right time.” 

“Like we did with Elrohir?” 

“THAT was an accident Erestor” The Lord of the Valley stated, rubbing 
his brow anxiously. 

“I do not think he will do anything rash … I recommended he talk to you 
about what he felt.” The golden haired elf acknowledged Erestor, whose 
eyes opened wide before he stood from his chair to pace near the chairs.

“And what I am supposed to do if he does so?”

“We will talk to Elladan before that happens Erestor.” The half-elven Lord 
assured calmingly.

“And what if not? What if he does say something, or do something? You 
know the situation I am in?”

“He will not.” 

“How can you be so sure about it?” 

“Because he is very much like you. He is shy when it comes to his real 
feelings.”

Erestor looked at Elrond, defeated, knowing his lover was right.  

“That was all I wanted you both to know. Now I think you only need to 
figure out the best way to sort things out.” Glorfindel said, rising from his 
chair, considering it best for Elrond and Erestor to have the rest of the 
conversation alone. 

“No. You stay. I … have things to do.” Erestor mumbled as he rushed out 
the study. 

Elrond raised both his hands, denying with his head. “He always runs…” 

“And you know why…” Glorfindel said softly. “I do think he has a point, 
as much similar to him as Elladan is, he is also impulsive …”

“I know, but I can not go right now, sit him down and tell him this.” 
Standing from the chair Elrond paced trough the study. 

“Not now, but do not delay things for much longer.” Moving to answer the 
soft knocking on the door he listened to the elf-girl’s bringing some news. 
“Galáril is arriving with a small party of elves.” He announced to Elrond 
as soon as the door was closed. 

Elrond frowned whilst looking at the eldar, then after some thinking, he 
nodded to himself. “Yes. I forgot he was coming. I also forgot to mention 
it to Elrohir.” Picking up his robe Elrond looked at the puzzled face of the 
golden haired elf guessing why Elrohir needed to be acknowledged of this 
particular arrival.  “Tywien is coming to study some things here at 
Imladris; she will spend some time with us while her father travels.” 

The blond elf nodded a false smiled drawing in his lips. “Elrohir will be 
glad to have his friend back.” He declared turning to leave. 

“Yes, I think he will…” Smiling at the eldar Elrond got closer to the other. 
“But not in the way you might be considering…” He whispered caringly 
and reassuringly.  “Come, let us go welcome them.” 

Leaving the study both elven Lords went to meet the visitors at the main 
hall.
  
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Elrohir watched his brother absent-mindedly polishing one of his favourite 
hunting knives. “Mind what you are doing Elladan, I do not want to run to 
go fetch Glorfindel because you sliced your hand… Again…” He added 
chuckling and taking the suddenly dangerous knife from Elladan's hands. 
A muffled *ah?* was the only complaint he got as his older bother stood 
from the floor and moved to stand near the window. 

Elrohir sighed, he knew Elladan was thinking of Erestor but he would not 
bring that topic to light again. Otherwise they would end up arguing like 
the night before. 

“It is not still, early for visitors to be arriving?” Elladan asked focusing his 
eyes in the approaching company of elves. 

“Yes.” Elrohir agreed as he stood, mirroring his twin’s moves.  “Eight? 
Small party isn’t it?” 

“Not really. Not at this time of the year…” The oldest brother mumbled 
distractedly, still staring outside the window. “Let us go see who they 
are.” Tugging Elrohir's sleeve he dragged the other to the door. 

“But I still have to finish…” 

“I will help you later.” The oldest elf assured, interrupting his brother’s 
speech whilst dragging Elrohir alone. 

Elrohir complained with a muffled puff of air and followed Elladan down 
the corridor to the main hallway. 

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Elrohir almost sighed when he saw his beloved standing so politely and 
correctly next to his father.  Self assured of every move he made, every 
word he said… So unlike when he was with Elrohir alone… 

The image melted Elrohir to the point of wanting to go and embrace his 
lover right there, mindless of the other ten elves gathering in the room. 
Glorfindel was beautiful and he was his… A long sigh escaped his lips 
when he recalled extremely vividly the previous closeness he had shared 
with the eldar. 

Elladan elbowed his brother and scolded him with his eyes, strongly 
shushing his twin.

Elrond smiled at his sons and asked them silently to approach to them. 

Both twins complied standing next to their father and tutor, nodding 
politely to the recently arrived elves.   

Elrohir blinked, noticed he knew one of these elves and smiled; glad he 
would get either a letter or some news of his long time friend…

“I am sorry it took us this long”, a feminine musical voice said as its 
owner approached the gathered elves at the centre of the hall whilst 
pulling the hood of her cape off. “I had to make sure Lasbelin* liked her 
new temporary home.” Her eyes glanced quickly at Elrohir who was 
smiling happily back at her. She stood next to her father, with a tall elf 
behind her. 

“You pamper that horse too much.” His father said, amused, as he 
embraced his only child caringly.

“Ada, please” She blushed noticeably as she pleaded with her father not to 
tease her in front of everybody. 

“I see you still care about animals.” Elrond said, smiling at the memory of 
the small elf-girl who made him tell her the names of every living creature 
they found on their walks through the forest when the twins needed to 
learn something or they simply went swimming when were but children. 

“Yes, my Lord. Very much” She acknowledged shyly.

Elladan shifted uncomfortably in his place suppressing the urge to roll his 
eyes. What was it with maids and this… shy, blushing, giggling thing? 
Did they consider it to be cute?! Turning his face slightly, he noticed 
Glorfindel silently warning him to behave, so he decided that staring at the 
floor would be much safer. 

“I assume you must all be tired, Lindir will lead you to your quarters, and 
I will see you at lunch, if not before.”

Glorfindel's mood was as terrible as Elladan's. The only difference was 
that the elder elf covered it masterfully, to the point of fooling all the ones 
who knew him. 

Elrohir's grin was bright and happy. “You never mentioned Tywien was 
going to come!” He reproached merrily to his father, who was discussing 
some light last minutes issues with his acquaintance. “How long is she 
going to stay?”

“Two years. Perhaps more” Elrond acknowledged quietly. “You will have 
enough time to catch up with her. Do not worry.” Chuckling at his 
younger son’s anxiety, his eyes went back to Glorfindel who was looking 
rather stressed at the moment, although he was hiding it very effectively. 

“Come Elladan.” Pulling his twin with him Elrohir disappeared into the 
same hallway as the recently arrived elves had previously.

TBC…




Falling into Temptation.
Chapter: (19/?)
 
Author: Celebrian.
E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com
Web page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Celebrianlotrsfanfiction 
(where new fic. is archive first :o) or  
http://www.geocities.com/sabrinallo/index.html  
Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel    &    Elrond / Erestor.   Elladan also 
mentioned.
Rating: R
Summary:  
Disclaimer: I don’t own them   :o(    But they all live in my mind.
Warnings: Angsty at first, Fluffy at the 
end…                                                           
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: Amin mela lle: I love you. // Amin mela lle, beika 
Erestor: I love you too Erestor. // Mela en' coiamin: Love of my life // 
Lirimaer: Lovely one.// Ammin merna lle,  A'maelarain: I want you, My 
beloved. // Quel amrun: Good morning. Saurar: Foul. / Menelya: Friday. 
// Ada: Father/ Papa. // Mead: Sweet wine of fermented honey.
Feedback:  Please, Please!  I beg of you.  I will be eternally grateful   
:o)   
~ * ~ Special thanks to betas, Emerald, Elaine & Gabriel for doing such 
a wonderful job :o) ~ * ~
 
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Elladan freed himself from his twin’s grip. Elrohir had been dragging 
him from the main entrance, through the hallway and he was getting 
tired of it. Actually he was tired of Elrohir's excitement regarding his 
*friend*. “I do not want to go.” He complained, stopping stubbornly in 
his place. 
 
“Oh, please. Now you are a little older, do you not understand girls can 
be fun to be with too? Besides she is not like…”
 
“The others. You’ve said it as many times as there are trees in the forest. 
I think you have made it perfectly clear.” The oldest twin interrupted, 
frowning at Elrohir. 
 
“Well, perhaps you will see I am right if you only…”
 
“I do not want to get to know her! She is a maid! Maids are annoying by 
nature! I frankly do not understand how you survive an hour talking to 
her.” Crossing his arms over his chest he waited for his brother’s reply. 
 
“She is nice. And you will see that, if you dare spend more than fifteen 
minutes with her.” Annoyed by Elladan's childish reaction towards his 
friend Elrohir resumed walking, heading alone to the chambers she had 
stayed in previously. 
 
He got to the main family hallway just in time to see her and Lindir 
entering the room. 
 
Popping his head through the doorway, Elrohir's eyes searched 
successfully for the well known figure. She was looking at the landscape 
from the balcony, breathing deeply with closed eyes. 
 
“What are you doing here, Elrohir?” Lindir asked, amused, as he 
arranged the last things in one of the drawers. 
 
“Can I come in?” The young prince asked somehow shyly, making his 
friend giggle. 
 
“You know you can.” Tywien smiled, whilst entering the room once 
again. 
 
“Everything is ready, my Lady. If you need anything, do not hesitate in 
asking any of the maids for it.” 
 
“Thank you, Lindir. And… you know you can call me by my name.” 
She smiled at the elder elf sweetly. 
 
Lindir nodded in agreement as he marvelled at how the little girl he used 
to take care of, with the twins had grown up to be the sweet, charming 
maid he was looking at that precise moment. His gaze flipped to Elrohir 
a couple of seconds later as he realized he was starting to stare. “I am 
sure Elrohir will aide you if there is something I forgot to arrange…” 
Lindir assured and after a polite bow he left the room. 
 
“Will I get a hug now?” She asked amusedly to her friend. 
 
Approaching her, the youngest prince embraced his friend carefully, as if 
not to hurt her. “I have missed you.” 
 
“I have missed you too, Elrohir. I have missed you terribly.” Pulling 
slightly away so as to face the other, she smiled at the raven haired elf. 
“There are not many elves I can speak with in Mirkwood. Not a single 
one actually…”
 
“My Lady?” An annoyed voice came from the still open door. 
  
“Alanthir” Pulling uncomfortably away from the embrace, Tywien 
looked at the elder elf. “This is Elrohir.” 
 
Alanthir bowed politely enough, even though he kept looking at Elrohir 
hatefully. “I have come to see if everything is in order, my Lady”.
 
“Yes. Thank you.” Forcing a false smile to her lips, she dismissed her 
father’s first man to his rest. She moved to close the door and once done 
Tywien turned to find Elrohir staring at her in puzzlement from the place 
he had chosen to sit on the bed. 
 
“Ada puts me under Alanthir’s care during our travelling or when he is 
not around.” Moving to the bed she took the cloak off and sat on the bed 
next to Elrohir. 
 
“Do you like him?” 
 
“Not in the same way you like Glorfindel. No.” Deliberately changing 
the topic of conversation, she grinned when noticing the raven haired 
elf’s blush. 
 
“You remembered?” Elrohir asked, chuckling shyly. 
 
“As if it was possible to forget you babbling for entire hours about him.” 
 
“But I did not *like* him *that* way then. Well, yes I did like him… but 
I think I did not love him … as I do now.” Blushing even deeper, Elrohir 
stared at his hands playing with each other. 
 
“Of course not… When I was around the last time, you did not consider 
the possibility of bedding him… and now, that idea does not seem to 
leave your mind.” 
 
Elrohir blinked and raised his eyes to look at her in complete 
astonishment. 
 
“So, I was right.” She said, laughing softly. 
 
“Have you learned to read minds while away?” The Imladris elf asked 
half teasing, half seriously. 
 
“He wants it too.” She whispered. “More than you can imagine it… But 
he is afraid. Now, more than before…” 
 
“Scared of what?” Elrohir frowned. “And why, even more now?” 
Glorfindel had surely not seemed afraid before breakfast. The young 
raven haired elf smiled as the memory returned once again to his mind. 
 
“Of losing you” 
 
“But, I give him no reason to think that way!” Elrohir complained. “I do 
love him.”
 
“I know.” She smiled. “I can feel your love for him in your heart. As 
well as I can feel his love for you in his, even though it is dimmed by the 
overwhelming power of his fears”  
 
“You really can sense it?” Elrohir frowned as he cocked his head slightly 
questioningly. “How? ” He added after her nodding, straightening 
himself. 
 
“Elrohir, you always knew I sensed things…”
 
“Yes, but never like this. It was only with animals… When…?” The 
raven haired prince questioned lightly, out of curiosity.  
 
“I do not remember clearly. Some years ago, but… it does not always 
happen. It is not something I can control.” 
 
“But you might, sometime?” 
 
“I do not know. But tell me how are things around the valley? I long to 
walk near the waterfalls again, see the old gardens, and ride among the 
ancient trees…” 
 
“Will your father’s first man let you?”   
 
“Since when has permission been an obstacle for us?” She grinned 
conspiringly. 
 
Elrohir smirked wickedly. “I would love for you to get along with 
Elladan. You would get along perfectly!” He whined, making her giggle. 
“You would!” 
 
“I seriously doubt that would ever happen. He hates me.” She smiled 
sadly. “But I cannot really remember doing anything to cause him to hate 
me as he seems to do.”
 
“Mnnn, Elladan is not very comfortable around maids…” Elrohir 
mumbled, embarrassed by that fact. “I think it is because of Mama’s 
behaviour towards us. I do not really know.” Elrohir shrugged.   
 
“Well, perhaps I will manage for him not to hate me this time.” She 
hoped, amused and making Elrohir laugh. 
 
A knock on the door interrupted their talking. And they both turned to 
see who it was she had beckoned in. 
 
“We still have things to do Elrohir.” Elladan mumbled unhappily. She 
had only been less than an hour and Elrohir had followed her around as 
if she had cast a spell on him. 
 
“Hello Elladan.” Tywien smiled. “Want to come in?” 
 
“We have things to do.” He barked, sounding pretty much like his father 
when annoyed. “I need my *brother* for a few seconds.” 
 
Elrohir frowned at his twin’s rudeness, yet Elladan decided to avoid the 
scolding referring to him. 
 
“I will see you later.” Elrohir assured as he stood. “You need to change 
anyway.” He smiled and after kissing her cheek, he followed his brother, 
hoping that what he thought he had heard was not a complaint. 
 
“Why do you have to be so rude and impolite to her?” The younger twin 
reproached his brother loudly. 
 
“You are polite enough for both of us, Elrohir. Believe me.” The oldest 
elf assured with a snort. “And you keep your *polite* manners with her. 
Glorfindel might think what I think” 
 
“And what is that you think Elladan?” 
 
“That you would sleep with her if you had the chance.” He stated 
without hesitation and stared at his brother. 
 
“And you think I had not enough chances this far?” Elrohir laughed. 
“She is my *friend*, Elladan. I love her dearly, yet not the way you like 
to think…” Heading to the hall where knives and swords were waiting 
for them to finish the cleaning task they had started, he sat on the floor, 
still annoyed by his twin’s lack of common sense. 
 
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Glorfindel lifted the tapestry and knocked on door. Erestor's voice 
beckoned him in. 
 
“Something happened?” Erestor asked from his place snuggled on the 
divan, a heavy coverlet covering him completely. 
 
“I woke you?” The elder smiled as he sat in an empty sofa. 
 
“No, I was only thinking.” The Noldor elf smiled back. “What is 
troubling you?” He asked quietly, sitting on the divan cross-legged. 
 
“Nothing, I was only seeking some peace.” Snuggling comfortably in his 
seat the blond elf avoided the other’s inquiring gaze. “Alanthir arrived, 
with a party of eight, and his daughter.” He commented casually, making 
Erestor smile. “Why do I see myself needing to repeat to you that I am 
not troubled?”
 
“Because you are, and you know I can notice it clearly.” Erestor smiled. 
“Does Elrohir know?” 
 
“Yes.” 
 
“Did he see her?” the raven haired elf pushed the issue a little further. 
 
“He and Elladan appeared when we were greeting them. Then he 
dragged Elladan with him to go welcome her privately I suppose…” 
Frowning at his own words he looked at Erestor who was suppressing a 
grin. “Do not dare say I might be jealous!” He warned.
 
“No, of course you might not be… You *are*” Erestor laughed softly. 
“When are you going to allow yourself to act on your feelings?”     
 
Glorfindel grinned at the memory of his beloved in his arms, teasing him 
ever so… irresistibly.
 
“Elrohir does love you. I think he loves you even more than he dares to 
think he does… And Tywien is only his friend…”
 
”When all this got beyond my ability to handle I told Elrohir I would 
wait for him to experience what ever he wished … I think it would be 
good for him good to experience the love of a maid…We can both see 
she is much a suitable mate for him than I am…”
 
“I seriously doubt Elrohir will agree with you on that… Nor will I … I 
cannot think of a better match for Elrohir than someone who loves him 
as you do. Has something happened…?” Erestor asked hesitantly, pretty 
much as the twins did when knowing they were meddling where they 
where not supposed to. “In the past…”
 
“You can ask freely Erestor.” The elder smiled. “You are my friend… 
And if what you are asking is that if I ever loved someone before the 
answer is yes. Yet, I never loved her as I love him…” He smiled sadly. 
“She was my best friend…” He looked up at Erestor. “When I see 
Elrohir with her, somehow, I see myself with Nimur. I loved her as a 
friend, and then I took her as my lover, after several years of innocent 
pure and true friendship I finally realized I wanted her in other ways 
too…”
 
“What happened?” 
 
“She died.” He said sadly. “No one knows of this, not even Elrond… and 
I …do not want Elrohir to know.” Looking up at Erestor's sad face he 
smiled dimly when the Noldor elf nodded. 
 
“I do understand your fears Glorfindel. But that you fell in love with her 
does not mean Elrohir will act like you did regarding Tywien…” Moving 
to approach his friend Erestor embraced Glorfindel tightly, not really 
knowing what to do or say to reassure the other. 
 
Glorfindel sighed as he allowed himself to sink in the embrace. “I 
know…” 
 
A muffled squeal made them pull apart to face the intruders who had just 
opened the door.
 
Erestor straightened up, as Glorfindel sat back again in the chair quietly.
 
“Were you looking for us?” Erestor asked of both his lover and Elrohir 
who were standing near the door looking strangely back at him and 
Glorfindel. 
 
“Are we interrupting some important conversation?” Elrohir asked 
frowning, avoiding the fact that he was referring to his father’s lover. 
 
“What is it that you needed?” Glorfindel asked calmly yet coldly before 
Erestor could form any words, drawing the youngest elf’s attention 
easily to himself.  
 
“Elladan and I wanted to know if there was something more you wanted 
us to do today. Or if we could have the rest of it to do as we please.” The 
youngest prince asked his dark haired tutor edgily. 
 
Erestor smiled at Elrohir. “You can take the rest of the day off.”
 
“I need to discuss something with you Erestor.” The elven Lord asked 
trying to push his unfounded jealousy away.  Of Elrohir that could be 
understandable to a certain point. His son, not knowing of the strong 
friendship bonding the elder and his lover, but he… he should know 
better as to control himself… 
 
Erestor nodded slightly and turned to look at Glorfindel who was still 
sitting quietly in his chair. Silently asking if he would be alright, after the 
slight nod of the eldar he walked towards his lover and left the small 
room with Elrond.
 
“You look distressed.” Glorfindel acknowledged still snuggled in his 
place. 
 
“I am annoyed, not distressed.” Elrohir frowned as he dropped himself 
on the divan Erestor had been sitting on but minutes ago. 
 
“What is annoying you?” The golden haired elf asked calmly. 
 
“Elladan and his silly prejudices. I can still not believe after all these 
years he is still jealous of her!” A muffled complaint escaped his lips as 
he puffed out the air, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why is he like 
this with maids? I can understand he prefers males to hang around with 
but why this silly thing of avoiding every maid that crosses his way. It is 
… just … silly! I agree with him sometimes. Some can be annoying but 
Tywien is not like the rest, she is more like us… and I am sure if  
Elladan dared spend but a couple of minutes with her he would like her 
too…”
 
“Why do you want Elladan to like her?” The blond elf asked trying not 
so effectively to push growing fears away. 
 
“Because she is my only friend!” The young prince chided frustrated to 
his blond tutor.
 
Unable to move and embrace his beloved, to soothe the stress in Elrohir's 
lovely face, Glorfindel played faintly with his hands. “Elladan has 
always been this way towards maids Elrohir. Even when you were little.” 
 
“I think it is mother’s fault.” The raven haired elf muttered, vaguely 
angry. 
 
Sighing Glorfindel stood from his safe chair and moved towards Elrohir. 
Sitting next to him, he embraced the young prince and kissed the raven 
hair soothingly. “He will like her when he understands how precious she 
is to you.” A sad smile was born on his lips as Elrohir cuddled closer to 
his body, seeking the calming warmth of the embrace. “He is old enough 
to understand that neither a friend nor a lover will ever replace a 
brother’s love and their need for each other.” 
 
Elrohir smiled and embraced his lover around his waist. “You always 
know what to say to me.” He whispered, lost in the loving arms.
 
*I love you…* Glorfindel wanted to say but found himself unable to. The 
words died in his throat as they were about to find their way out his 
mouth. Instead he petted the youngster’s back lovingly. 
 
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As soon as they entered the bedroom Erestor embraced his lover, 
surprising Elrond with his furtive attack from behind. His chin came to 
rest on the elven Lord’s shoulder after he kissed the pale cheek near it. 
 
“I see you are not longer upset at me.” Elrond smiled as he shifted his 
face enough to see Erestor's face. 
 
“Yes, I am.” He declared, smiling tenderly. “But I am also still in love 
with you…” 
 
“I am not jealous of Glorfindel, if that is what you are thinking.” The 
Lord of Imladris stated, trying also to convince himself of his statement. 
 
“I know.” Erestor assured amused and pleased by his lover’s 
possessiveness as he petted Elrond’s chest with his thumb. He was 
Elrond’s and only his. His lover claimed that every little scene he could 
not manage to handle was the perfect opportunity for Erestor to reassure 
him otherwise. 
 
Unable to help himself, Elrond pressed his buttocks against Erestor's 
erection; he suppressed the faint moan from leaving his lips as his pulse 
started to rise, turning his even breathing into a pleading pant. 
 
The chief advisor of Imladris kissed the raising line near his lips lovingly 
as his hand roamed Elrond’s chest, undoing the small buttons of his 
lover’s robe. “I love you…” He whispered as he moved down the falling 
clothes to the perfectly shaped shoulder.  
 
Elrond moaned softly as the kisses awakened his body, his head lolled 
backwards as his lips parted slightly due to the pleasurable ministrations 
he was receiving from his beloved. The Lord of Imladris looked down; 
Erestor was now teasing his nipples, with licks and small bites. 
 
The half-elf hands settled on the sides of his lover’s chest urging him up. 
His eyes found Erestor's as his hands slid to his back embracing him 
closer for a demanding kiss. “I will make love to you now.” He purred to 
his beloved’s parted lips as one of his hands moved to slide inside 
Erestor's pants to grab the round globe of one of his cheeks. 
 
Erestor whimpered softly as he pressed harder into the palm cupping his 
cheek. “You will?” He asked in a cracked voice as his eyes closed softly 
whilst Elrond’s mouth started to move on his exposed neck. 
 
“I will…” The elven Lord whispered to the beating line as he trailed his 
lips to the pointy ear. Holding his slightly trembling lover Elrond pushed 
them both back to the bed where he laid Erestor down. He climbed on to 
it after Erestor had slid to the middle of the bed and straddled the Noldor 
elf. Both his hands swiftly removed Erestor's shirt and pants as he bent to 
gently nibble his beloved’s chest. 
 
Moving further down Elrond concentrated on Erestor's thighs; teasing 
them with slight bites and licks before he got to his groin and aroused 
cock. Licking at first the tiny shiny droplets forming on the top of it he 
saw Erestor gripping the linen of their bed, fighting for his self control. 
Grinning with pleasure at his lover reaction Elrond moved away from the 
alluring flesh to the opening on his beloved’s body. Placing both his 
hands under Erestor's ass the elven Lord pushed Erestor slightly up to 
lick the small entrance pleading to be attended. 
 
Erestor moaned loudly as the teasing wet tongue made contact with the 
puckered entrance of his body, as he fought not to swirl madly in the 
mattress as his lover pushed him further in his pleasure. “Elrond… 
please…” Erestor panted in a cracked voice. “Do not… tease me so…” 
 
The half elf Lord grinned delighted as he flashed up to see his lover 
never abandoning his task. 
 
Erestor's hand moved to his, own aroused flesh and started to fondle it 
swiftly. The Noldor elf’s back arched from the bed as he heard his lover 
groan from beneath his body, pushing him to stroke himself faster, yet 
his hand was instantly pushed away. Pulling his head slightly up Erestor 
let it drop once again to the pillow as Elrond took him deep in his throat. 
 
Panting his lover’s name the younger elf pushed eagerly yet carefully 
into the welcoming mouth, his beloved’s hand settled on his hips as 
Elrond pleasured him to a maddening point.
 
 Swirling his tongue exactly the way Elrond knew would push his 
beloved to the edge, the elven Lord tasted his beloved’s release as it 
started to slide down his throat. 

Erestor collapsed practically out of breath on the pillow as his lover 
moved up to cradle him in his arms. The Noldor elf smiled as a loving 
kiss was pressed to his brow and moved closer into the caring arms. “I 
thought you were going to make love to me…” He reproached faintly 
with a contented smile playing on his lips. 

“And I will…” Elrond whispered to Erestor's silky hair. “That was only 
the overture…” He smiled at his beloved’s moan. 
 
TBC…


 
Falling into Temptation.
Chapter/ Part: 20.
 
Author: Celebrian.
E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com
Web page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Celebrianlotrsfanfiction 
(where new fic. is archive first :o) or  
http://www.geocities.com/sabrinallo/index.html  
Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel    &    Elrond / Erestor.   Elladan also 
mentioned.
Rating: R
Summary:  
Disclaimer: I don’t own them   :o(    But they all live in my mind.
Warnings: Angsty at first, Fluffy at the 
end…                                                           
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: Amin mela lle: I love you. // Amin mela lle, beika 
Erestor: I love you too Erestor. // Mela en´ coiamin: Love of my life // 
Lirimaer: Lovely one.// Ammin merna lle,  A´maelarain: I want you, 
My beloved. // Quel amrun: Good morning. Saurar: Foul. // Menelya: 
Friday. // Ada: Father/ Papa. // Mead: Sweet wine of fermented honey// 
Melui* elei : Sweet dreams
Feedback:  Please, Please!  I beg of you.  I will be eternally grateful   
:o)   
 
~ * ~ Special thanks to betas Elaine & Anu :) ~ * ~
 
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Elrond woke late in the afternoon after having fulfilled his promise and 
made love to Erestor, who was at the moment snuggled to his chest. 
 
Smiling, the elven Lord ran his hand along the smooth back, following 
the line of Erestor´s spine gently, watching his lover shiver, moaning 
softly and arching to his touch. Perhaps they could skip dinner, Elrond 
grinned.  
 
His other hand ran along the perfect arm lying idly above his chest, 
perfect pale fingers pressing over his heart as if making sure it would 
never stop beating.
 
“Is it dinner time already?” Erestor said, smiling sleepily at Elrond’s 
index finger tracing each of his own resting above the beating muscle. 
 
“We still have half an hour to make ourselves ready if we decide to join 
them.” Taking the slender hand, the half-elf Lord pulled it gently to his 
lips to kiss adoringly the tip of each finger.
 
“We should…” Whispered the Noldor elf from his nestle. “We have 
guests.”  
 
“They will still be here tomorrow…” Elrond suggested, absentmindedly 
pulling the tip of a finger between his lips, so his tongue could gently 
stroke it. 
 
Erestor smiled and looked up to face his lover who was making a lure of 
kissing his fingertips. “I have the impression you do not wish to attend 
dinner tonight.” He said in a helplessly throaty voice. 
 
The Noldor elf moaned quietly as his finger was pulled completely 
inside the wet cavity to be playfully taunted by the expert tongue. 
Opening his eyes he looked at Elrond between half open eyelashes as he 
tried to close the short distance between their bodies. 
 
Sliding the finger out of his mouth Elrond pulled his lover’s mouth to his 
own for a loving, passionate kiss.  “I wonder what gave you that 
impression” The elven Lord whispered to the parted lips jokingly, before 
biting Erestor´s lower one. 
 
“I think it was … my finger in your mouth.” Erestor explained, 
interrupted by a brush of Elrond’s lips over his own. “I am very 
perceptive…” He purred slowly, amused by the teasing as he climbed his 
beloved to straddle Elrond on the bed. 
 
“You are.” The half-elf Lord assured, grinning whilst his hands stroked 
alluringly the sides of Erestor´s body. 
 
Erestor smiled and bent to kiss and lick his lover’s chest, gently 
caressing his way down along the firm and gently marked muscles to his 
navel as he slid down to Elrond’s groin. 
 
Finding his lover’s arousal ready, he kissed the tip of it, cleaning the 
small droplet of seed forming at the top, before stretching mischievously 
over Elrond to the nightstand table. He brushed his chest across his 
lover’s, letting the elven Lord feel his erect nipples against the awakened 
sensitive chest. 
 
Erestor grinned, pleased, as Elrond ´s hand pressed lightly on his back, 
trying to gain further contact with his body. Pulling away, the raven 
haired Noldor elf kissed his beloved adoringly before he knelt in front of 
Elrond to open the small glass bottle containing the scented oil. Smiling 
at his lover, he poured a little amount of oil in to his right hand. 
 
Elrond arched up from the mattress, moaning softly, when the well 
known oily fingers made contact with his penis, gently moving up and 
down alongside it; Erestor got him harder with every stroke.  They 
moved so slow and torturingly gently that the elven Lord wanted to 
scream both from pleasure and frustration. 
 
“Erestor” he panted, pushing pleadingly and vainly against the fingers 
and the restraining hand resting on his abdomen. “Please A´maelarain 
...”
 
“I will let you move once you are inside me.” Erestor grinned, pleased 
with his teasing.  
 
Laughing delightedly, Elrond sat up and gently pulled Erestor to lay on 
the bed, straddling his lover with both his legs. “You were saying?” He 
asked brokenly whilst his fingers stroked himself in order to make them 
slippery so they could move to fondle Erestor´s erection. 
 
He slid down his beloved’s body slowly, never stopping the strokes as he 
settled his ready member against the small waiting opening. 
 
Erestor opened his legs wider as Elrond pushed them slightly up with his 
hand, revealing more evidently the small tight hole. “You want it now?” 
He asked throatily, teasing with the leaking tip of his cock the puckered 
opening, as his lover teased him before allowing him to enter him. 
 
Erestor could only whimper pleadingly, trusting eagerly to the pleasuring 
hand. 
 
Smiling at his lover Elrond pushed slowly inside Erestor until he was 
fully buried in him. “Do I have your permission to move?” He smirked 
devilishly to Erestor´s mouth as he brushed their lips together. 
 
Arching under Elrond, Erestor growled at the enticing words, his hands 
pressing on his lover’s rear as he silently asked him to start rocking. 
 
Elrond grinned pleased “I take that as a yes, beloved.” He whispered as 
he started to thrust, gently at first until the pace automatically increased 
to a maddening rhythm due to both lovers need. 
 
Unable to hold it any longer, Erestor came, moaning Elrond’s name as 
his arms embraced the elven Lord to his body, the spasms and the 
clenched muscles welcoming his lover, sent the other to find his release 
with only a couple of more thrusts.  
 
“Amin mela lle” Muttered the half-elven Lord burying his face on 
Erestor´s neck. “Amin mela lle A´maelarain” 
 
“Amin mela lle beika Moon beam” Panted Erestor, cradling Elrond 
closer to him. 
 
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“Elrohir?” Glorfindel called softly as he noticed Elrohir hurrying to the 
dinning hall.
 
Shifting on his heels at the always adorable voice, Elrohir smiled at 
Glorfindel, beaming to see him. His grin grew even wider when the eldar 
smiled affectionately back.  Waiting impatiently for the golden haired elf 
to be near him, Elrohir bounced faintly in his place as a child would do 
when waiting for his favourite candy. 
 
“I have practically not seen you all day.” He complained. 
 
“I suppose we were both busy.” Glorfindel smiled, tugging a stray braid 
of loose hair behind the pointy ear. The smile transformed into a glowing 
grin when Elrohir´s arms unexpectedly wrapped along his neck, 
embracing him tightly. His own arms wrapped along the slim waist as he 
petted Elrohir´s back slowly. * I have missed you* the young prince 
purred to his neck, nuzzling it timidly. “I have missed you too.” 
Glorfindel assured, kissing the dark mane of hair as his hand ran along 
the soft fabric of Elrohir´s tunic. “We shall head to the dinning halls 
now, or we will be late” 
 
“I’d rather stay here in the hallway with you” Elrohir whispered softly. 
“Like this”
 
Smiling Glorfindel stroked the silky hair adoringly and brushed butterfly 
kisses over the youngest twin’s hair.  “What about your friend? I am sure 
she is waiting for you…”
 
Sighing, Elrohir looked up, pouting slightly, his big green eyes staring 
sadly and puppy like at his beloved. “You are right.” The raven haired 
elf mumbled softly making the elder elf smile sweetly at him. 
 
“Come, we might have some time after dinner.” Glorfindel said softly as 
he started to lead the way, Elrohir´s long fingers tangled with his own as 
he did so. 
 
“I promised Tywien we would speak after dinner. Elladan has dragged 
me around the house with no purpose at all, the entire day.” Complaining 
with a soft sigh he looked at his loved one and moved closer, pressing 
his face to the soft fabric of the other’s robe as his head rested on 
Glorfindel´s shoulder.  “He annoys me so much, sometimes.” 
 
“Have you asked why he dragged you along?” The golden haired elf 
asked quietly, looking ahead, his mind not going back to the fact that 
Elrohir was going to meet his friend after dinner, *again*. 
 
“He kept saying that we had better get things done quickly so we will 
have more time tomorrow, but he has already planned the entire schedule 
for tomorrow too, and I barely have time to see you or her, and if I do 
not help him he will complain, and papa will find out and I will start 
being the one who does not help…” 
 
 
“I do not think your father will think that way. You always help.” 
Glorfindel assured soothingly. “I think Elladan only wants to spend some 
time with you. Perhaps if you ask him to join you and Tywien?” He 
offered realising that would be a really good thing for Elladan to be 
around, that would mean Elrohir would not to be alone with her all the 
time… *Elbereth what is wrong with me?* 
 
He asked to himself as he analyzed his line of reasoning. Since when did 
he fear Elrohir to be alone with others? Perhaps that would be best. For 
Elrohir to move on…to find a better match… He looked slightly down to 
face Elrohir as the young elfling was smiling, amused at him, the big 
cheery green eyes shining back at his ocean blue ones. “I am sorry, I got 
distracted.” Glorfindel blushed faintly, making Elrohir giggle softly as 
they reached the dinning halls, and Elrohir, after kissing his cheek 
moved in a hurry to sit in his place by his friend. 
 
That is what was wrong with him, he was in love, and was afraid he 
would lose his beloved. 
 
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Late in the middle of the night, Tywien was stroking Elrohir´s dark locks 
lazily as the youngest twin’s head rested on her lap after they had talked 
for several hours. 
 
“Are you asleep?” She asked softly. 
 
“No, I was thinking” Elrohir smiled softly, looking up at her. “Why is 
that you have never have been in love? Not even a crush…”
 
“I never said I hadn’t had a crush…” She blushed noticeably. 
 
“And that blush is telling me you still do.” Elrohir grinned. “It is not fair. 
I tell you everything.” the young elf whined in a mockery of outrage. 
“Who is he? Or is it a she?” Grinning Elrohir stared at Tywien for an 
answer. “I will not tell.” He assured. 
 
“Neither will I.” She giggled softly. 
 
“I thought you trusted me!” He chided. 
 
“You are the only one I would trust with such a secret, but I am not 
ready yet.” Looking pleadingly at Elrohir, she smiled softly. “Perhaps 
when I get over it myself I will be able to tell you?”
 
Elrohir sighed, not content at all but nodded, not wanting to distress his 
friend. “Are you afraid is it not mutual?” 
 
“I already know it is not.” Sighing softly, she smiled at Elrohir. “How 
did you find out Glorfindel had those kind of feelings for you?” 
 
“I kissed him.” Elrohir blushed and grinned at the memory. “And he 
kissed me back.”
 
“Do I get to listen to the story?” Tywien asked softly, leaning 
comfortably on the wall. 
 
“Elladan had escaped to be with his boyfriend and Ada found out, then 
he got upset with me for having not covered for him… Elladan followed 
me to the library and started saying nasty things to me, among them that 
Glorfindel would never love me and that I would never be brave enough 
to admit my feelings…” Elrohir took a pause to remember if he had 
missed anything, and then he sighed before he bit his lip to continue the 
story. “I remember Elladan saying that, and Glorfindel coming to get 
him off me. He caught me off my guard.” 
 
He clarified looking up, and smiled at the nod. “Anyway, Elladan kept 
screaming that Glorfindel would never love me, not knowing Glorfindel 
was the one behind him, holding him to stop him from hitting me and … 
I run away. I was trying to head to Lórien, not really knowing where to 
go and I was caught up in a blizzard… Glorfindel found me under a tree 
almost frozen and took me to one of the nearby camps. He bathed me 
and got me warm.” He took a much needed pause as the grin forming on 
his lips prevented him from speaking, making her giggle. 
 
“One of the best baths in your life, huh?” Tywien teased, making Elrohir 
blush. 
 
“Could have been better.” Elrohir chuckled. “Though, I was rather cold 
at the time. That was of course until he got in to bed with me to keep me 
warm. May I add, shirtless…” 
 
Smiling, she looked at Elrohir, wanting to hear more. “And what did you 
do?” 
 
“I asked him if he hated me, after having heard I loved him and during 
the light discussion about whether I believed him or not, I kissed him. 
And he kissed me back…” Elrohir smiled dreamily. “He promised he 
would wait for me to be ready, for me to find my true feelings regarding 
him…” 
 
“You already know how you feel regarding him” Tywien said softly 
stroking Elrohir´s hair gently. “And he is starting to know too…”  She 
sighed softly. 
 
“I do not know what to do to make him believe me… I do not know how 
to tell him, I try to show him but he always finds an excuse to run away.” 
The elven prince complained softly. “Sometimes I wonder if he is just 
marking time, hoping I will get tired of chasing him and give up on him”
 
“No, it is not that, he does love you” Tywien assured. “He is just afraid 
of hurting you in some way and he is also afraid that you will… leave 
him in the future.” She acknowledged softly before looking up at Elrohir 
who had just sat up and was now looking at her worriedly. 
 
Elrohir sighed, “I really do not know what to do anymore, I have told 
him, I have showed him…”
 
“My Lady?” Alanthir asked from the main door. “Does your father know 
you are out of your room at this late hour of the night?”  
 
“Yes Alanthir.” Tywien answered softly and simply, not enjoying at all 
the fact that this elf questioned her deeds like he did. She sighed as the 
elder elf left them alone again after having bowed politely to both her 
and Elrohir. “We had better go to our rooms.” She mumbled softly to her 
friend who was resting comfortably in her lap again. 
 
“Are you afraid of him?” Elrohir asked with a frown, looking up at 
Tywien as he sensed the pressure of the elder elf regarding his young 
friend. There was something about Alanthir Elrohir did not like at all, 
and that thing was beyond the fact that this elf had been rude to him 
since the first time he saw him.  
 
“No, I am only sleepy.” She smiled sweetly, resuming her previous task 
of stroking the silky hair cascading along her lap. 
 
“No, I mean … never mind. Come, I will escort you to your chambers.” 
He offered quietly, standing swiftly and offering a hand to Tywien who 
stood as promptly as him even though she was wearing a long dress. 
 
“You are still a gentleman, how charming.” She teased, tugging Elrohir´s 
hand to start walking.  
 
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“I wonder if he is still awake” Elrohir mumbled softly, staring at 
Glorfindel´s door whilst they passed it to get to the doors of her room. “I 
did not see him after he left the table and I have not wished him good 
night” He explained softly. “I think I have wished him good night every 
day since I could speak, as long as he was in Imladris.” Elrohir turned to 
look at the door rather sadly as he had missed the eldar. 
 
“He is still awake.” Tywien muttered softly to Elrohir as they reached 
her door. She could clearly feel Glorfindel´s sadness at the fact that he 
thought he was losing his beloved. “You should go wish him nice 
dreams.” She offered with a smile to Elrohir. 
 
“You think?” Elrohir bit his lip.
 
“Yes” She bent over to kiss Elrohir softly on the cheek before dismissing 
him towards Glorfindel´s door with a wave of her hand. Once Elrohir 
was on his way, Tywien opened the door and slipped into her room to 
sleep.
 
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Elrohir opened the door quietly and slid into the half illuminated room, 
to see Glorfindel´s head lifting slightly from the pillow to find out who 
the intruder was. 
 
“Elrohir?” The golden haired elf asked quietly though surprised. “I 
thought you were talking with Tywien.” 
 
“I was” Elrohir smiled, whilst moving closer to the bed and in 
consequence his beloved. “But she was tired and I escorted her to her 
chambers… and I remembered…I forgot to tell you something” He 
purred, climbing on to the empty side of the bed and curling up next to 
the elder elf’s body. 
 
“What?” Glorfindel asked softly, looking curiously at Elrohir as he 
embraced the young elf sweetly, feeling so content at having Elrohir 
there with him that he did not care that he might be seducing Elrohir 
with the tone of his voice and tender touches. 
 
“Good night” Elrohir purred, closing the distance between their lips. “I 
did not want to sleep with out having kissed you good night.” He 
whispered to the parted lips after he had brushed his own with 
Glorfindel´s. 
 
The blond elf nodded faintly before Elrohir´s lips closed the short 
distance, kissing him tenderly yet seductively enough to make him 
suppress a moan at the back of his throat. 
 
“Can I sleep here tonight?” The prince of Imladris looked between half 
open eyelids at his tutor, hoping only to spend the rest of the night in 
Glorfindel´s arms. “Will you make me say please?” He bit his lip, never 
knowing how seductive all he was doing was. 
 
“You can use some of my sleeping pants…” Glorfindel offered, after 
having swallowed hard at the perfect cue to start foreplay. “First 
drawer…”
 
“First drawer out of that closet” Elrohir smiled pointing at the piece of 
furniture as he ended the sentence. “I have seen you taking them from 
there many times before” Elrohir grinned, as the elder elf usually asked 
him to stay in the bed reading a book whilst he took a quick bath. 
 
Kissing Glorfindel feathery like on barely parted lips, Elrohir moved off 
the bed.
On his way to the drawer he undid the buttons of his robe and let it fall 
from his arms and body revealing the light sky blue shirt under it. 
Leaving the robe on a chair after having carefully folded it; he removed 
his shirt, letting it slip slowly over his chest and back, the black silky 
hair falling fluidly back to its place along the pale skin of his back, once 
the piece of fabric was finally removed to show the perfection of his slim 
body. 
 
The blond elf’s eyes followed Elrohir´s clothes gentle moves as they left 
his body, thankfully and alluringly revealing it to his eyes. Smiling back 
at Elrohir as the young elf went to the bathroom with his recently picked 
up garment of sleeping clothes, Glorfindel slid down his bed after having 
left his book on the small night table. Sighing softly, he prayed to 
Elbereth to be strong enough not to succumb to his carnal pleasures. He 
was perfectly aware of the possible harm he could cause Elrohir with his 
growing lust for the elfling, and he was also well aware how much he 
could hurt himself with all this…  
 
“What are you thinking?” The dark haired prince asked while climbing 
on to the bed again, eagerly snuggling beside his beloved. “You look 
worried or concerned.” 
 
“Nothing” Glorfindel smiled, kissing Elrohir´s brow tenderly though the 
young elf decided he did not wanted to be kissed there but on his lips as 
he cupped his cheek, leading his lips to the other’s, pressing them 
together for a tender loving kiss.
 
Gasping softly the younger elf parted reluctantly from the tempting lips. 
“I know what you are thinking” Elrohir smiled stroking Glorfindel´s face 
adoringly. 
 
“You do?” Glorfindel smiled.
 
“You were thinking… we should sleep now.” Elrohir smirked as 
Glorfindel chuckled softly and his hand caressed his loved one’s bare 
chest. “See, I can read your mind.” He teased. 
 
“I never said you couldn’t” Glorfindel assured, kissing Elrohir again, his 
fingers tangling gently among the dark silky locks s he pulled the young 
elf’s lips to his for a good night kiss. “Melui elei…” He whispered to the 
still parted lips, before settling back on his pillow again and embracing 
the cuddling elfling to him.  
 
“Melui elei A´maelarain…” Elrohir´s whispered to Glorfindel´s chest 
whilst his hand idly stroked over the eldar´s heart. Easily, in the 
protection of Glorfindel´s arms he fell asleep.
 
“Amin mella A´melarain…” Glorfindel whispered softly to the dark hair. 
“Amin mela lle” 
 
TBC …

 
Falling into Temptation.
Chapter/ Part: 21.
 
Author: Celebrian.
E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com
Web page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Celebrianlotrsfanfiction 
(where new fic. is archive first :o) or  
http://www.geocities.com/sabrinallo/index.html  
Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel    &    Elrond / Erestor.   Elladan also 
mentioned.
Rating: R
Summary:  
Disclaimer: I don’t own them   :o(    But they all live in my mind.
Warnings: Angsty at first, Fluffy at the 
end…                                                           
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: Amin mela lle: I love you. // Amin mela lle, beika 
Erestor: I love you too Erestor. // Mela en´ coiamin: Love of my life // 
Lirimaer: Lovely one.// Ammin merna lle,  A´maelarain: I want you, 
My beloved. // Quel amrun: Good morning. Saurar: Foul. // Menelya: 
Friday. // Ada: Father/ Papa. // Mead: Sweet wine of fermented honey// 
Melui* elei : Sweet dreams
Feedback:  Please, Please!  I beg of you.  I will be eternally grateful   
:o)   
 
~ * ~ Special thanks to betas Elaine & Anu :) ~ * ~
 
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Elrohir woke slowly, his eyes easily losing the glaze of sleep to look up 
at his beloved tutor sleeping peacefully, looking untroubled by the 
worries the day carried. Stroking Glorfindel´s cheek, Elrohir pressed a 
feathery kiss to the sweet, alluring lips before sliding out of the enticing 
bed. 
 
Glancing back, Elrohir smirked with accomplishment when his beloved 
complained in his sleep as he shifted in the bed and could not find the 
resting body by his side. 
 
Entering the bathroom, Elrohir prepared the bathtub, filling it with warm 
water and Glorfindel´s favourite essences, before moving back to the 
bedroom. 
 
Sitting by the still sleeping elf, Elrohir kissed the soft lips, continuing to 
the other’s cheek and ear until Glorfindel slowly woke with a muffled 
purr. 
 
“I have to go change.” Elrohir acknowledged softly to the recently kissed 
ear. 
 
Shifting practically under the younger elf’s arms, Glorfindel smiled at 
Elrohir, wanting to ask his loved one to stay yet unable to do so. “I will 
see you later.” He assured, stroking the black hair gently, before his 
thumb brushed the pale flesh of the prince’s cheek.   
 
Nodding, Elrohir bent to kiss the alluring lips calling silently to his own, 
before standing to leave.  If he kept kissing Glorfindel, he was not sure 
he would be able to keep his promise and not whine for a sweet, loving, 
intimate touch… “I will see you later.” He smiled as he stood to leave.
 
Groaning softly when the door closed behind the young elf, Glorfindel 
let his hand travel under the covers to gently and idly stroke his aching 
flesh, trapped in the confines of his sleeping pants. 
 
The temptation Elrohir represented for his soul and body was growing 
impossible to control with the passing of the days… with the passing of 
the seconds…  
 
Standing reluctantly from the bed, the golden haired elf went to the 
bathroom to start the daily routine with the preparation of his bath, only 
to find the tub ready, merely needing him in it. 
 
Shaking his head faintly, he smiled with amusement as Elrohir proved 
every day to be more and more familiar with his daily routines. Perhaps 
even more familiar with them than he was. 
 
The light pants fell to the cold marbled stone as he loosened the laces 
holding them to his waist and, taking a short step, he climbed into the tub 
and sat, sighing contentedly, in it. The lovely aromas of flowers and 
different trees flooded his senses as the water swirled with the movement 
of his body. Leaning back, he let his head rest on a towel placed at the 
edge of the bathtub for that precise purpose and his right hand 
unconsciously slid from the middle of his chest to his groin. 
 
His fingers gently wrapped along his throbbing erection and 
absentmindedly started to move up and down it’s entire length. Soft 
needful moans escaped his parted lips as he thought of none other than 
Elrohir. 
 
Speeding up the pace, he arched into his own hand, thrusting 
rhythmically into it; unable to help but imagine those sweet lips he had 
tasted not long ago wrapping around his heated flesh… the alluring 
hands exploring his body… Elrohir´s eyes meeting his, own darkened 
with pleasure…
 
Relaxing into the warm bath, the golden haired elven Lord sighed as the 
pearly coloured seed mixed with the scented water, thinking about 
nothing more than how much he craved to take Elrohir in his arms and 
love him without any inhibitions … 
 
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Elrohir entered the library and smiled when he found Tywien flipping 
the pages of a book. “Have you seen Elladan?” He asked softly so as not 
to startle his friend. “I had arranged to meet him, but I can not find him 
anywhere now.”
 
“No, I have not seen him since breakfast” She shook her head slowly and 
closed the book in her hands. “Do you want me help you look for him?”
 
“No, I have already looked everywhere for him twice…” Elrohir sighed 
softly and tiredly. “I was heading to the stables; do you want to join 
me?”
 
Tywien smiled and nodded. “Let me get my robe” she said, placing the 
book in it’s respective place and headed to her quarters accompanied by 
Elrohir, before heading to the stables. 
 
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Elladan sighed and shook his head as he noticed Elrohir wandering along 
the halls with his *friend*. When was he going to notice Tywien wanted 
more from him than mere friendship? All maids wanted something more 
than your *friendship*. Why would they try to look what they 
considered charming if they did not?
 
Taking the side door from the house, Elladan walked slowly to the 
stables, just feeling the barely warm breeze caressing his features as he 
did so… He smiled as he felt the spring reaching the valley. 
 
Walking around the stables, he managed to find his twin brother. As if he 
had been expecting something else other than what he saw, Elladan 
frowned as he also saw Tywien tending her own horse. Sighing, Elladan 
stepped back, hoping to pass unnoticed by both happy cheery elves and 
entered the first box his searching hand found open. Snorting, he slipped 
inside. His twin was so busy joking with his *friend* he would not even 
see a dragon flying over his own head. 
 
“What are you doing?” Erestor asked quietly, whilst brushing his horse, 
making the oldest twin spin in his place to face him. “Why are you 
hiding from your brother?” 
 
“Mnnn, I am not… well, yes I am… but… I…Where were you 
yesterday?” He ended questioning with a slight frown. 
 
“Busy” Erestor mumbled simply as he resumed his work, mindfully now 
paying much attention to Elladan, silently wishing for Elladan to leave 
with out bringing out the only topic Erestor did not want to talk about. 
 
“Erestor…” The oldest twin said hesitantly as he stepped closer to be on 
the other side of the horse Erestor was tending. “I need to talk to you. 
I…”
 
“I am busy at the moment.” The Noldor elf interrupted, turning to leave 
the brush on a nearby table. He could see Elladan biting his lip in his 
mind and he could clearly hear his foot twitching on the hay.  
  
“Do you think you might fall in love with me?” 
 
Erestor sighed and, after rubbing his brow he turned to face the insecure 
elfling waiting for his answer. “I would if I were not in love already.” He 
offered after considering carefully his words. 
 
Elladan´s face masked in a cloud of gloom as he forced himself not to 
cry in front of the Noldor elf. “You could have told me no. You did not 
have to lie.” He mumbled in an extremely stressed voice. 
 
“I am not lying to you.” Erestor assured carefully, trying not to upset the 
young elf more than he already was. 
 
“Erestor, in my entire life I do not remember that you have been with 
anyone! So you just better tell me you will never love me because it is 
just me! But do not lie!”
 
“He is not lying.” Came a soft voice from the entrance of the box. “He is 
my lover… We are lovers.” Elrond explained softly as he moved along 
the small crowded box. 
 
Elladan blinked and looked from his father to his dark haired tutor 
without understanding before he started to run out of the stables and into 
the woods, hearing his father calling for him.
  
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Elrohir dropped the brush as he ran behind his twin, reaching the door 
and losing Elladan´s figure as he entered the woods 
 
“He needs to be alone Elrohir.” Tywien said softly as she approached her 
friend. “He will be alright.” 
 
“But… It is night and …” Elrohir mumbled, staring into the shadows. 
 
“He will come back.” She held his hand to tug him gently inside again. 
 
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Erestor looked at Elrond angrily as he paced in the small box. “This is 
precisely why I asked you to speak with him before. This was what I did 
not want to happen!”
 
“Please do not dare scold me now.” Elrond stared at his lover. “Not 
now.”
 
Erestor sighed and nodded, looking outside to see Elrohir and Tywien 
standing at the entrance of the box. “In which direction has he gone?”
 
“The river” Elrohir offered quietly, watching his father. “Ada are you 
alright?” He asked, moving closer to embrace his father as he noticed the 
distress in the so well known grey eyes. 
 
“I will be fine, Elrohir…” The elven Lord assured, holding his youngest 
son closer to him and kissing the crown of Elrohir´s head.
 
“We will go look for him in a couple of hours if he does not come back 
to the house for dinner” Erestor said, as he walked outside the box 
leaving the rest of the elves inside. 
 
“I will go finish my chores” Tywien said softly, leaving father and son 
alone as she moved away to where the horses she and Elrohir where 
tending waited for them to return.
 
Elrohir looked worriedly at his father and smiled. “Do not worry Papa; 
Elladan will not be able to stay angry at you for a long time… He loves 
you as much as I do and I never manage to stay angry at you for more 
than two days…” He offered quietly, reassuring Elrond. 
 
Elrond smiled at Elrohir embracing him tightly. “I love you too Elrohir.” 
He whispered to the dark silky hair. “But I am afraid I have hurt your 
brother deeply and he will not forgive me this secret in two days… I 
wish it were so though”
 
“I will talk to him” 
 
“No. I am the one who needs to solve this. I thank you nonetheless” He 
said softly with a sad smile showing on his lips before releasing his son. 
“Now go back to your friend. I am sure you still have chores waiting for 
you as well as she” he kissed Elrohir´s brow and smiled at his youngest 
son dismissing him to go meet his friend.
 
Elrohir smiled and left, leaving his worried father behind.
 
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Erestor stared at his plate, as he could not pass a single piece of meat 
down his throat. Four hours had passed and Elladan had not appeared, at 
least no one had heard or seen him sneaking around the house as he 
usually did when he was upset.
 
Elrond also stared at his plate, although his gaze momentarily flipped to 
his worried lover. He hoped to receive a word of comfort or a glance that 
showed that his lover did not consider him guilty of causing Elladan´s 
departure. Not that he was not, but he needed Erestor not to be upset 
with him. Hard enough as it was to have Elladan hating him at the 
moment, he could not deal with an upset lover too. 
 
Tywien sighed softly as she observed the dark haired elven Lords. No 
one besides Glorfindel, Elrohir and herself seem to notice they were 
distressed; no one seemed to really care... Secrecies and untold deeds 
had closed the circle of friends… now the circle was trapping Elladan 
and Elrohir too… It had begun when they were little and other elves their 
young age had not wanted to share friendship with them, always pointing 
out they were weird… always mocking the absence of their mother… 
Pushing them away to the elder elves’ arms and loving care. 
 
That it was how she had met Elladan and Elrohir, during a morning fight 
near the river…
 
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Tywien had been sitting near the riverbank where there were lots of 
spring flowers and beautiful spring butterflies to see. Her parents had 
left once again on a diplomatic trip to Mirkwood, leaving her with close 
friends, though these friends never really cared about what she did or 
where she was when she was outside the house. Strange when she was 
only twelve years old. 
 
So there she had been, sitting near the river, when a group of unknown 
elves, some older and some younger than her, passed running near her 
and noticed the her sitting quietly. One of the youngest girls had 
stopped, tugging her brother’s hand clasping her own so she would not 
get lost, and had asked if Tywien could go play ball with them, claiming 
another player was needed. 
 
His brother had accepted with a smile and a nod, and after having 
introduced themselves, the young boy led the way to the clearing. 
 
There Tywien had played for an hour feeling as happy and accepted as 
she had never felt before. Suddenly she thought perhaps in that new 
beautiful valley she would have been able to make the friends she could 
not find in her other home near the sea. But every dream has to end, and 
so did Tywien´s when the elven boys and girls stopped their game to 
stare at two young identical children their age standing near a tree and 
watching the game silently. She had seen them around the gardens…
 
“Can we play?” The one who seemed a little taller had asked hesitantly 
holding his brother’s hand as the younger elf stood a step behind him. 
 
“We have already started the game.” One of the children offered coldly 
as they all gathered around the twin brothers. “What are you doing out 
here? Have you been walking in your garden and got lost?” He snorted.
 
“We were accompanying Glorfindel and we thought perhaps we could 
play.” Elrohir had said, stepping forward to stand equally next to his 
brother. 
 
“And why did you think that Elrohir, you know the answer is no.”
 
“Why can they not play?” She had asked, unable to understand the 
roughness of the ones she had been laughing and enjoying playing with. 
“We still will have equal teams…” 
 
“We do not play with pampered princes.” The annoying elfling 
announced with a snort. “Go back home, play with your mother. Oh, 
wait! She always escapes from you with the coming of the winter… she 
has left already.” he laughed, turning to go back to the ball game.
 
“Our ama had to go to Lórien! She has important things to do! She 
would never run away from us!” Elladan had chided angrily, fire 
blazing in his green eyes as he stared at the taller elf.
 
“I run away from you, and I only see you from time to time” The young 
elf offered mockingly. “I feel for your mother for having to deal with two 
spoilt brats like you and your brother.”
 
And with that Elladan had launched himself at this elf, throwing him to 
the grass and hitting him repeatedly. The situation had become ugly 
when the trapped elf managed to roll and straddle Elladan on the floor, 
and hit him. It was then that Elrohir had joined the fight to defend his 
own blood and flesh. 
 
And in the same way other elves had joined in too, biting both twins 
mercilessly as the opponents won in number and size. 
 
“Stop it!” Tywien pleaded loudly in her distress at the elder of the gang 
who looked up at her smirking, pleased at their work. 
 
“Why?” One of the girls had asked with a smirk, approaching her. 
“Because your parents abandoned you too? You should be grateful we 
allow you to play because Elariand has fancied you since we arrived.”
 
“Belebridien!”
 
“Well it is true, otherwise she would have never joined us would she? 
Perhaps out of  pity we had accepted you to play though…” The grin 
decorating her face was erased as she felt a slap directly on her cheek. 
 
It was then after some minutes of fighting that Glorfindel had appeared.
 
“What is happening here?” He had asked in a clear loud and angry 
voice. 
 
“They started it, Glorfindel. It was not our fault.” Elrohir had cried as 
he rushed to embrace his blond tutor as soon as he was released. And 
the eldar’s arms were always ready to hold the young and distressed 
elfling to him. 
 
“I do not care how this started nor I want to know whose fault it was.” 
He said evenly, staring at the troublesome elf who seemed to be leader of 
this group. It was not the first time these elves caused trouble within 
Imladris nor would it be the last. “I only want to believe it will be the 
last time I will find any of you in a situation of this nature. Now you all 
go back to your homes.” He ordered, and the young elflings quickly and 
gladly started to spread away from the clearing. Kneeling, he checked 
Elrohir´s  bruised eyes. checking them carefully as he smiled sweetly at 
his pupil. 
 
Elladan had approached, knowing his turn was next and frowned in 
annoyance when Glorfindel checked his own. “I am well.” He muttered 
between clenched teeth. 
 
“Well battered…” The elder elf had chuckled as he turned to look for 
Tywien. 
 
“Tywien” he called softly “You are coming with us.” 
 
“I was heading home My Lord, just the way you have told us.” She 
muttered looking at her feet as she turned to where the elder elf was 
kneeling. 
 
“Lord Elrond had sent me look for you. The elves you have been staying 
with had some urgent business in Lórien.” He explained softly as he 
approached to her. He carefully avoided the truth, that one of them had 
died in a hunting trip and the other had followed due to grief, which 
Tywien did find out until years later. 
 
How lonely she had felt that time, so desperate as to not know how she 
would find the will to come back during the night from her nightmares. 
She was desperate to know who would attend her when she had one of 
those awful nightmares she got… those nightmares of a young woman 
dying every time… That young elf woman she had never seen… A soft 
tender hand had pulled her face up and smiled at her tenderly as feather 
light fingers traced the sides of a blue eye where a nasty bruise was  to 
appear. 
 
“Elladan, Elrohir… Come we are going to the house now.” The golden 
haired eldar had called, smiling at her. “Do not worry. You will stay at 
the main house with us until your parents return.” He had said softly, 
before holding her hand tenderly to show the lead. Elrohir had swiftly 
grabbed the other and Elladan walked next to his brother, somehow still 
looking upset for having lost the fight. 
 
A clean marbled bathroom was the first room she was taken in with the 
twins. *We need to take care of those wounds* the blond elf had said, 
making Elladan unsettled and Elrohir pout. She had been still too upset 
and lost as to ask what was happening. 
 
“Where are your parents?” Elrohir had asked hesitantly, smiling 
sweetly.
 
“Travelling” She muttered as hesitantly as Elrohir had asked. 
 
“Will you stay with us?” The youngest brother had asked, hopefully of 
having a new friend besides his adored twin. “Will she stay with us 
Glorfindel?” Elrohir asked his tutor urgently as she had no response for 
him. “Can she stay? Papa will not mind and we have lots of rooms…” 
He offered excitedly.   
 
“The last time I checked I had only two boys Glorfindel.” Elrond smiled 
at the children, and frowned when he noticed the bruises on their faces 
and arms. 
 
Glorfindel laughed softly at his friend’s comment as he finally found the 
healing potion he was looking for. 
 
“They started Ada! It was not our fault.” Elladan complained at his 
father’s frown. “They told me and Elrohir mama went to Lórien because 
she wanted to get rid of us.” She remembered Elladan´s face at that 
moment, anguish and fear mixing in a noticeable pout and frown 
showing on his face, fearing those hurtful words to be true. 
 
“You know those things not to be true Elladan.” Erestor had offered as 
he entered the bathroom to check on them too. “Your mother loves you 
very much; she is only extremely busy in her homeland. Things call her 
there every winter.” He had smiled and ruffled the oldest twin’s hair 
caringly. 
 
Elladan´s pout disappeared making the frown gain a stern angry look. “I 
got to beat him too, and I would have won if the others had not saved 
him.” 
 
Elrond frowned, scolding his son whilst Erestor smiled at the young 
prince conspiringly. 
 
Kissing Elladan´s head, Elrond moved to Tywien who was looking at the 
stone square on the floor. 
 
“Elrohir I know to be quiet but you I am afraid I will have to ask this 
time, until I get to know you…” Elrond smiled sweetly at the young elven 
girl who looked up at him at the calming and friendly voice. “What 
happened to your eye?” He asked imitating Glorfindel´s movements over 
the already violet mark surrounding the blue eye. 
 
“They started it Ada!” Elladan repeated, trying to offer some help. 
 
“You have made that clear Elladan, now I want to hear Tywien.” He 
spoke softly to her. 
 
“They were being mean.” Tywien had muttered shyly and stubbornly, 
making clear she would not reveal more of the fight events.
 
The half-elf Lord nodded and took a cloth wet with the healing and 
disinfectant liquid Glorfindel handed him. “None of you should fight. 
Much less a pretty girl like you… What would your mother and father 
say if they saw you like this?” He teased. 
 
“They would be upset…” She said softly.
 
“Yes, they would…” Elrond said as softly as her. “Now let me tend 
that.” 
 
“It burns.” Elrohir warned, gripping tightly the eldar´s robe and 
frowning at the golden haired elf that was damping the cloth within his 
grip. 
 
“I can wait,” Elladan smiled at Erestor when he moved to grab another 
cloth to wet it too.   
 
Erestor smiled at Elladan and damped the cloth “Nice try Elladan, but 
you know perfectly well how to avoid this…”
 
“Not fighting…” Elladan replied in a singsong while shaking his head. 
 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 
 
Tywien sighed at the flood of memories and smiled at Elrohir who was 
looking at her puzzled. She had been trapped with them when little and 
as a young woman, and she knew perfectly well the reason for such a 
close circle. And was glad to have the opportunity to able to be in it 
again. They loved each other and took care of each other, no questions 
asked, no recriminations made. The relationships were based both in 
pure love and friendship. Nothing was asked in exchange but your love 
and care. 
 
The secrets were needed. The lies too, for there is no life which is base a 
hundred percent in the truth… there is no perfect life… but this life was 
enough for the ones living it, they were glad to share it and all the 
gathered there knew that secrets, even those so well kept as lies, did not 
last forever, someday they will find the way to reach the light, and that 
day would be another day they would have to get even closer to each 
other. Of course that is if they managed to pass the challenge the Valar 
had put them to… 
 
“Are you alright?” Elrohir asked softly pulling his friend away from her 
reverie. 
 
Tywien nodded with a sweet smile. “Elladan is well.” She assured 
Elrohir. “He only wants to be alone” 
 
TBC… 

 
Falling into Temptation.
Chapter/ Part: 22.
 
Author: Celebrian.
E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com
Web page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Celebrianlotrsfanfiction 
(where new fic. is archive first :o) or  
http://www.geocities.com/sabrinallo/index.html  
Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel    &    Elrond / Erestor.   Elladan also 
mentioned.
Rating: R
Summary:  
Disclaimer: I don’t own them   :o(    But they all live in my mind.
Warnings: Angsty at first, Fluffy at the 
end…                                                           
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: Amin mela lle: I love you. // Amin mela lle, beika 
Erestor: I love you too Erestor. // Mela en´ coiamin: Love of my life // 
Lirimaer: Lovely one.// Ammin merna lle,  A´maelarain: I want you, 
My beloved. // Quel amrun: Good morning. Saurar: Foul. // Menelya: 
Friday. // Ada: Father/ Papa. // Mead: Sweet wine of fermented honey// 
Melui* elei : Sweet dreams/ Atenio: Good Night. 
Feedback:  Please, Please!  I beg of you.  I will be eternally grateful   
:o)   
 
~ * ~ Special thanks to betas Elaine & Anu :) ~ * ~
 
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Walking along the hallways; searching for Elladan Elrond found Tywien 
standing before the cellar door. Her eyes were distant, and lost at some 
point on the tapestry she was facing…
 
“Tywien?” The elven Lord called softly not wanting to startle the distant 
elven girl. “Tywien…” He called again softly, now adding a gentle hand 
pressing on her shoulder to get her attention. 
 
“He feels so… lonely…” The blond girl shifted her head to face the 
elfling´s father. “So lonely and afraid that his entire life will feel the 
same…” She frowned slightly as she could still feel the void in Elladan´s 
heart and mind, torturing him and not letting him see that he did have 
elves that loved him and would always be by his side. “So much pain 
and fear…” She shook her head slowly. “He will need you” 
 
Elrond nodded at the statement, “I know…” He cooed softly. “I will talk 
to him…” 
 
“No, not now…in his future. He will need help” She sighed as she could 
not really explain what was going through her senses. “He will feel more 
lost than he already does and he will not be able to find a reason to been 
alive anymore… I … do not know what it is that will happen, but I know 
he will experience a pain so great as for him to want to depart to 
Mandos’ Halls” She acknowledged worriedly. 
 
“A battle?” The elfling´s father asked worriedly, as this had never come 
to his mind, nor crossed his heart, marking it with worry about that day 
to come. Why was it that he had not foreseen this and she had?
 
Tywien looked away the elven Lord’s face in concentration and her eyes 
glazed momentarily. A cold shiver ran along her spine as the same elven 
maid from her dreams came to torture her once again, dying in her mind, 
though it was not an expert arrow crossing her heart… this time a sharp 
knife cut her wrists. “So easy…” She whispered to the air of the night as 
her pupils shrank slightly to try to see better, even though the images 
played in her mind. A long cloak, the Lady’s face covered by it’s hood 
and only parts of the colour of her dress and hair were revealed when she 
fell on her knees to the floor. Tears spilling from the hooded face, and 
now a new colour was added to the image… red; as the blood emanated 
from her pale flesh easily taking the life away from her… 
 
“I do not know” She practically gasped as she faced the dark haired elf, 
the little colour on her face lost completely. “I can not see …”
 
“What is that you just saw?” Elrond asked hastily as her frightened 
features did nothing but worry him more. “Will something happen to my 
son?” He inquired, wanting to know whatever it might be. 
 
“It was not Elladan that I saw, my Lord. I know not who she is… she 
…” Tywien shook her head slowly. “Elladan needs to speak to you” She 
reminded Elrond softly with a weak smile lingering on her pale lips. 
 
Nodding slowly Elrond sighed softly as he noticed the weary sigh of the 
young maid in front of him. “We will discuss this other vision tomorrow, 
when you are rested” He smiled soothingly. “But remember that not 
everything we might be able to see is bound to happening. We are not 
bound to one fate. No one ever is…” 
 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 
 
Lindir stood in his place, not knowing if he should go back or continue 
on his way, as he found Elrond stroking the young maid’s cheek softly 
and tenderly. Her eyes were looking into the elf Lord’s as if seeking 
reassurance…
 
“Lindir” Elrond called as he recognized the dark haired elf behind them. 
“Do me a favour and escort Tywien to her chambers. Please.” He smiled 
again at the blond maid before he bent to press a chaste kiss to her brow. 
“I will be waiting for you tomorrow in my study to discuss this” He 
reminded her softly. And with a last smile he left Tywien to Lindir as he 
headed to talk to his oldest son.
 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 
Climbing the stairs, Elrond easily found Elladan curled up to one of his 
favourite corners and, moving slowly, he crouched by Elladan´s side. 
“Can I sit here?” He asked softly. 
 
“Why Ada?” The young elfling cried. “Why did you not tell us? Do you 
not trust your sons?” He sobbed before he wiped the tears away with the 
back of his hand. “Do you not trust *me*?”
 
Sighing softly Elrond sat by his son, bringing the shaking body to his 
own for a caring embrace. “It was not that simple Elladan, you do know 
I trust you and your brother… but …I was afraid you would despise me 
for taking a lover as I am bound to your mother…”
 
“Is that why mama always go to Lórien? Is it because of Erestor?” 
Elladan whimpered glancing up at his father, trying to find the answer to 
the eternal question of why Celebrian had abandoned him and Elrohir 
like she did, and even though he knew he had not been abandoned he 
could not help but to keep feeling that way concerning his mother. “Is 
that the reason mama hates us?”
 
“No, it is not…” The elven Lord kissed his son’s hair softly. “Your 
mother is a very busy elf with lots of things to do in her homeland, that is 
all…” He explained. “Celebrian knew of Erestor and I since we first 
discussed marriage and she chose to accept it as well as Erestor and I 
did” 
 
“Erestor was your lover before mama?” The young elf inquired curling 
up to his father’s embrace, feeling still upset with him, but above all 
needing the protection the well-known arms offered him. The same 
strong arms, which always managed to make all fears go away, no matter 
what. “You never told us Ada…” Elladan whimpered as his father 
nodded to his first question. “You should have told us…”
 
“I know… and I am sorry” the elf Lord whispered to his child’s dark 
hair. “I am sorry I hurt you. I never meant to…”
 
“Do you love him?” Elladan asked pressing his cheek to his father’s 
chest. “I know you do not love mama, but do you love Erestor?”
 
“Yes” Elrond replied simply and straightforwardly. “I do not think I 
would be able to live if he were not by my side” He confessed quietly.
 
“I do not understand why you married mother if you were in love with 
him, and now you are never going to be able to bind yourself to him” He 
shook his head slowly.
 
“He had to marry mama, Elladan” Elrohir stated as he sat at his father’s 
empty side. “We would have been never born if Ada had not married 
mother”
 
“But he will not be able to marry the elf he really loves now” Elladan 
replied, lifting his face from where it nestled on his father’s chest. “Wait, 
since when did you know?” He frowned. “You told Elrohir and not me?” 
He glanced up, hurt again. 
 
“I saw him kissing Erestor and I asked. Ada did not really want to tell 
me” Elrohir shook his head. “I just caught them with their hands on each 
other” He snickered. 
 
“And you did not tell me?” Elladan inquired outraged, “How could you 
not tell me something as important as this?” 
 
“I did not knew how you were going to react” Elrohir explained calmly. 
“The last time we differed over this kind of thing, I ended up to be 
trapped in a snowstorm” He shrugged. 
 
Elrond sat back against the wall as his sons had seemed to forget he was 
there too. Instead they were too busy arguing the matter between them, 
but this was a common thing for them. They sometimes forgot others 
were present. He just stayed quiet in case Elrohir or Elladan had any 
questions to ask him.
 
“Still, Elrohir, how could you have not told me about Ada and 
Erestor…? After what you knew, what you have found out?!” He 
reproached. 
 
“I told him not to tell you. Erestor and I wanted to discuss this issue with 
you but things… got rather complicated and we found ourselves in this 
situation.” Elrond sighed softly before he looked up at Elladan, “It was 
my fault and I am sorry Elladan, the last thing I would ever want is for 
me to cause you any harm in any way and I am well aware I did that by 
keeping this secret for so long now”
 
Elladan pouted softly and looked at his father. Elrond’s sad, troubled 
eyes looked just as Elrohir´s did when his twin was upset. “You should 
have told me, Ada, and Elrohir; we would have understood. We love you 
and we do know mama is always away and you never loved her… not as 
your lover anyway…” the oldest twin explained softly before embracing 
his father tightly. “I just wished you would have trusted us” He sighed 
softly, curling up into his father’s embrace as well as his twin did so.  
 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
 
“Are you felling well?” Lindir asked softly of the elven maid, as she had 
not spoken a word since they left Elrond’s side, nor had the scared look 
had left her eyes and features.  
 
“Yes” She smiled softly, snapping out of her reverie to look at the elder 
elf. “Yes. I am sorry Lindir, I was distracted” She tried to excuse herself. 
“It was not my intention to be disrespectful” 
 
“I am not offended My Lady. I am only concerned. You look like 
something is troubling you…” Lindir spoke softly and soothingly as they 
stopped before the door to Tywien´s chambers, taking a moment to 
appreciate the young maid’s beauty.  
 
“I am troubled, but no more than I have always been” She explained 
softly as the rather sad smile lingered on her lips. “I thank you for your 
concern nonetheless” She whispered softly to the dark haired elf, “I 
suppose I am more tired than anything else” She assured. “I will feel 
better tomorrow after a night sleep” 
 
Lindir nodded slowly, not believing Tywien´s words, but not willing to 
push the issue further. After all he was not even a friend to this beautiful 
creature.  “I will leave you to your rest then, if there is nothing you will 
need of me”
 
The young elf maid shook her head slowly. “Go to bed Lindir” She 
smiled amused, leaning toward the elder elf to press a chaste kiss to his 
cheek. “I wish you sweet dreams” She whispered before entering her 
room.
 
Lindir blinked before he smiled; suddenly figuring out why he had these 
butterflies teasing his stomach when he caught the sight of this particular 
elf.  “Atenio” He whispered to the closed door before leaving to his own 
chambers.
 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 
 
“Did you find him?” Erestor asked worriedly from his place on the 
balcony even before he stepped inside the study. “Was he alright?” 
 
“He was alright Erestor” Elrond assured softly, moving inside to sit on 
his chair by the fire. 
 
“Then why do you look so worried and upset?” The Noldor elf asked, 
moving to kneel before his lover on the carpet as his hands and arms 
rested on Elrond’s lap. “Is he angry at us?” 
 
“No, I do not think so. He is… upset we did not trust either him or 
Elrohir enough to tell them the truth.” Elrond murmured softly as his 
eyes glanced from the fire to his lover’s tender green ones. “Are you still 
angry at me?” He asked, stroking Erestor´s cheek longingly. 
 
Smiling sweetly Erestor shook his head slowly, taking the tender hand 
cupping his cheek in his own to place an adoring kiss to the palm. “You 
know I am not. I was only worried about Elladan. He does not think 
clearly when he is upset” 
 
“I should have listened to you” Elrond sighed. “You were right, about 
them needing to know this long ago…and I wish, I could have been able 
to tell them… ” He practically whispered wishing he could have given 
Erestor his rightful place in their family as once again he felt as if he was 
somehow betraying their feelings by hiding like they did. Erestor 
certainly deserved much more than all this, perhaps even a more faithful 
lover. A lover who be true to his feelings and true to the promise he had 
made one night in bed after making love...  
 
“It does not matter now” The chief advisor smiled up at his beloved. 
“Everything turned out fine, or at least with no great difficulties…” 
 
Nodding slowly, the elf Lord smiled. “Why do you always forgive me so 
easily? Especially when I make a mistake?” 
 
“Because you recognize you did make a mistake, because you are not 
perfect and everybody is doomed to be mistaken sometimes… and 
because I love you” The Noldor elf explained quietly and soothingly as 
he reached up to stroke Elrond’s face caringly. “You are always too hard 
on yourself. Someone needs to forgive you sooner than you usually do… 
and remind you that you are no more than an elf after all… as any of 
us…” 
 
“I can not make mistakes Erestor, I am an elf Lord” Elrond reminded his 
lover sadly. 
 
“The fact that your people think of you as the standard of perfection does 
not mean you have to stick to it. It does not mean you are, nobody is” 
Erestor reminded softly. “You need not to pressure yourself so much…” 
 
“I have you to remind me of that” Elrond grinned lovingly as he bent to 
press a kiss to Erestor´s brow. His hand cupped the Noldor elf’s cheek 
before his lips moved down to press a new kiss to Erestor´s lips. 
 
Grinning into the kiss Erestor nodded slowly. “You have me to remind 
you of that” He repeated softly into the loving kiss as his lips brushed 
softly across Elrond’s silky ones. “I love you, meleth-nîn” 
 
“I love you as well, A-maelarain” Came the muffled whisper as the elf 
Lord closed his eyes blissfully before pulling reluctantly away as the kiss 
found it’s end. “So much, words are not enough to express it” 
 
Wrapping his arms along Elrond’s body, snaking them teasingly among 
the chair and the warm form, the chief advisor of the city smiled 
adoringly at his lover. “Let us go to bed…” He mumbled softly as his 
fingers teased idly and absently the soft fabric of Elrond’s robe, before 
standing to offer a hand to the elf Lord who looked reluctant to leave his 
chair, or to be more specific, to move. “Come on” He pleaded bending to 
press a teasing kiss to the elf Lord’s lips. 
 
“Do I have to move?” Elrond purred into the kiss as his hands could not 
help but to slide along Erestor´s waist and body sides, urging his lover 
closer between his now parted legs for a deeper kiss.
 
“Yes” The dark haired elf purred back softly letting his breath collide 
with the moist lips.  
 
“Because I want to lie in bed with you and embrace you and kiss you 
until you fall asleep and get some decent rest…” 
 
“Mnnn, that was not what I had in mind…” The elf Lord complained 
pouting, making his beloved smiled back at him adoringly. 
 
“I am sure, whatever you have in mind can be arranged” Erestor purred 
between kisses leaning over the other’s body between the parted legs as 
he knelt before his beloved. 
 
“I do not think I want to move” Elrond pouted to the warm pleasuring 
lips before they left his own pleading for more, as the pout deepened it’s 
form on them. 
 
Erestor smiled and shook his head slowly as he looked at Elrond, his 
hand slowly reached to cup the soft cheek whilst his fingers stroked ever 
so gently the feathery-like pale flesh under them. His body moved 
forward and, before he even noticed, he found his lips pressing to 
Elrond’s once again, demanding, pleading, lusting for the other’s kiss.  
 
Moaning into the now deep kiss, Elrond tightened his hold on Erestor´s 
body as his arms drew the Noldor elf closer, wanting to feel his lover as 
close as possible as they were consumed by the overwhelming sensations 
of the kisses. 
 
Erestor purred into the kiss as he felt the elf Lord sliding across his seat 
to be closer to him, though the distance proved to be still far too much as 
Elrond ended up sliding from his chair to the floor; and as the same time 
Erestor felt his body being lowered onto the olive green carpet of the 
Lord of Imladris´ study.  
 
“Elrond” Erestor purred in anticipation as he felt the warm, slender body 
pressing blatantly against his, with the intimacy only lovers could 
accomplish. 
 
“Yes?” the half-elf teased, peppering butterfly kisses onto Erestor´s 
neck, which he had recently decided could be his perdition. The long, 
pale, perfect neck was always alluring to him, when either Erestor was 
dressed or naked he always found himself drawn to the perfect, smooth 
flesh. Moaning softly at the small whimpers his lover made whilst 
moving softly under him made him identify one of the things that made 
him weak when it came to this spot. 
 
Erestor´s reaction was… something he loved, something he craved to see 
over and over… “You are beautiful” He whispered almost in awe, 
nuzzling his chief advisor’s neck as the same time his fingers worked the 
buttons of Erestor´s robe open and away from the perfect body. 
 
Growling softly, the Noldor elf found himself pressing his chest to 
Elrond’s expert lips and tongue and wondering, at the back of his mind, 
how they have come to be so rushed with their actions with the passing 
of the years. Was it the fact that the twins knew and approved that made 
them feel free? No, it could not be that … It was more than freedom; it 
felt… as a rebellion perhaps. As if they were finally rebelling against the 
life that the Valar had imposed on them, and the proper ways they were 
supposed to act… It was as if they had tired of that and wanted to just 
be…  
 
“What are you thinking?” Asked Elrond in a very soft voice, towering 
over his lover who was sprawled on the green carpet of his study floor, 
before pressing an almost chaste kiss to the corner of Erestor´s lips, not 
sure if he should continue his ministrations or instead urge Erestor to 
speak what he had on his mind.
 
Smiling as if sensing his beloved’s indecision, Erestor embraced the elf 
Lord pulling him even closer to him, brushing their bodies together as 
his lips pressed to Elrond’s for a loving kiss. “That I love you” He 
whispered shifting his hips under the half-elf’s weight so their needs 
could brush together until a soft cry was muffled by their lips pressing 
together.   
 
“I do not doubt that you do… but that was not what you had on your 
mind” The Lord of Imladris whimpered, rocking teasingly his hips, 
allowing their groins to brush repeatedly. 
 
“How can you be so sure it was not?” The Noldor advisor asked 
brokenly, arching into his beloved’s body pleadingly.
 
“Because, when you are thinking that you love me… you usually look 
dreamy and now… you were looking puzzled” Elrond gasped, increasing 
the speeds of his moves involuntarily, grinning, smiling proudly by the 
fact of his lover was now smiling up at him. 
 
“I love you” Erestor murmured, moaning and writhing under Elrond as 
his hands cupped the round, perfectly sculpted cheeks through Elrond’s 
robe and pants, and groping the perfect rear encouragingly, he urged his 
love to press and brush even closer. 
 
Moaning softly, Elrond pushed into the taunting hands, growling in 
frustration as he wanted to feel his lover against his skin, not fumbling 
over his clothes. “I love you too” He whispered brokenly, as his hands 
worked Erestor´s robe and shirt fully open and away, before they started 
working on the laces of his lover’s pants. “Too… many… clothes” He 
murmured to the heated flesh as he spread loving, hungry kisses across 
Erestor´s chest and belly. 
 
“Too many” The chief advisor agreed, reaching to tug clumsily at 
Elrond’s robe before he growled frustratedly when the stubborn fabric 
decided not to do as his hands ordered it. 
 
Chuckling softly Elrond kissed the dark haired elf soothingly, before his 
own hands worked his robe off as well as his own shirt. 
 
The Lord of Imladris´ body curved instantly at the feel of gentle hands 
caressing his chest and sides before the long cold fingers pinched both 
his nipples to full hardness. Closing his eyes in pleasure, he let a muffled 
incoherent sound fall from his lips as he felt Erestor´s lips lightly closing 
over one of hard nubs to suck it tenderly. 
 
Gasping Elrond found himself embracing his chief advisor closer as 
more pleasured sounds escaped his parted lips. Feeling his love’s tongue 
wrapped around his nipple and sucking it as he was doing… made him 
shiver with need. “When, you do that…” Elrond sniggered softly, 
weakly. “You make me… think you mistake me for a sugar cube” He 
teased smiling blissfully as he felt Erestor´s lips twitch in a smile over 
the sensitive skin of his chest to be followed by an extensive hungry lap 
of the Noldor elf’s tongue. “Erestor” He gasped, trembling noticeably, 
brokenly and needfully in the other elf’s caring arms. 
 
“But you can be so much sweeter than a sugar cube, beloved” The chief 
advisor purred silkily, moving his ministrations to the twin nipple. 
 
“Erestor” He murmured as his eyes fluttered momentarily closed even 
though he did not recall having moaned the other’s name aloud. 
 
Pressing a teasing kiss to the moist skin, Erestor allowed Elrond to lean 
them both back again. His hips lifted from the carpet easily and naturally 
as soon as the half-elf’s hands and fingers had a firm grip of the waist of 
his pants. 
 
Gasping softly as he revealed Erestor´s perfect form, Elrond took a 
moment to admire his lover, wanting to fix that perfect image on the 
back of his mind for the rest of eternity.  
 
“Please” Erestor begged, looking at the elven Lord with lust darkened 
eyes which peered at Elrond from under hooded eyelashes, his hips 
bucked uncontrollably up at the feeling of a strong hand stroking his 
inner thigh, almost reaching the round twin sacks resting between his 
legs, making Erestor hold his breath for a moment as he tried to keep 
some of his composure. “Please” He whimpered once again, managing 
somehow to open his eyes to met Elrond’s grey ones.   
 
Smiling Elrond nodded slowly, hating to have to stop to take his pants 
off but well aware that he, himself, could not handle much more 
foreplay. 
 
Settling between Erestor´s parted legs, he stroked both inner thighs 
adoringly before one of his hands parted from the warm skin to reach for 
the small phial of oil kept in the small drawer of the table by the couch. 
This spot had been one of their favourites for centuries now and the oil 
was always in the drawer.  
 
Arching from the carpet needfully, Erestor moaned Elrond’s name softly 
followed by a plea before a second finger slipped inside his body and a 
third one followed seconds later, to gentle stroke the walls of the tight 
passage, stretching it for his beloved’s sex. “How much longer… will, 
will you make me plead?” He whimpered softly and pushing down in the 
attempt to allow the fingers deeper in him. 
 
“I am not sure” Elrond murmured throatily, as lost in Erestor´s rapture as 
he was overwhelmed by his deeds. “I like… too much… when you beg 
for me to take you…” 
 
“I thought you liked more… take me, than bluffing with the fact that you 
will” 
 
Growling at a complete lack of coherent thoughts Elrond pushed his 
fingers free and settled between Erestor´s legs, pressing the tip of his 
shaft to the stretched opening as his eyes locked with his lover’s. 
 
Unable to help the pleasure, the Noldor elf arched moaning from the 
green carpet as he allowed his lover’s sex fill him deeply. “You feel so 
good” He purred delighted, loving to be so close to the one he 
considered his soul mate. 
 
Once he could manage to regain some of his self control, the half-elf 
Lord started to rock slowly into the other’s body, slowly letting his flesh 
brush the tight walls welcoming him, slowly letting the tip of his sex 
sweep Erestor´s sweet spot. Loving the fact that he was able to leave his 
fluttering eyelids open enough so as to be able to watch Erestor 
completely lost in pleasure, a pleasure he was providing…
 
His hips speeded their pacing naturally as his hand gripped the chief’s 
advisor’s erection and rhythmically stroked it in time with the moves of 
his hips until he felt the warm seed spilling among his fingers, and his 
own body tensed before it relaxed into Erestor´s always caring arms. 
 
“You always do that” Elrond mused smiling adoringly to Erestor´s 
shoulder as he closed his eyes to concentrate on the soft kisses that were 
been placed on his ebony hair. 
 
“What?” The Noldor elf asked, absently stroking the elf Lord’s back 
soothingly.  
 
“Kiss my hair in that way…I like it… your hands soothing me… helping 
my body to relax again…” 
 
Smiling Erestor pressed a new kiss to the dark hair before he reached to 
the chair to tug a fluffy blanket and throw it over them both. 
 
“I take it we are staying here?” the half-elf sniggered, amused at his 
lover’s actions. It has been long time since they spent a night there… 
actually sleeping by the fire, the entire night…
 
“I recall you complaining that you did not want to move?” The younger 
elf teased lightly and amused, resuming the soothing moves on Elrond’s 
back and hair. 
 
“I did not…” He nodded pressing his brow to Erestor´s shoulder, “and I 
still do not want to… in fact I am perfectly confident, I will never want 
to move from your side…ever…”
 
“You won’t have to” Erestor assuredly, smiling and content with 
Elrond’s mellowed sleepy reply before he felt the soft well known lips of 
his beloved pressing against his own, gifting him with a sweet kiss.  
There they stayed, on the green carpet of Elrond’s study, the same carpet 
that have hosted them many times in the past was once again being their 
main ally when showing their love to each other. After a few loving 
kisses and tender caresses followed by renewed promises of eternal love 
both elves fell asleep tangled in an indistinctive mass that did not quite 
allow anyone who might see them to distinguish where one body started 
nor where the other ended…
 
TBC…



Falling into Temptation.
Chapter/ Part: (23/?)
 
Author: Celebrian.
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Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel    &    Elrond / Erestor.   
Elladan also mentioned.
Rating: R
Summary:  
Disclaimer: I don’t own them   :o(    But they all live in 
my mind.
Warnings: Angsty at first, Fluffy at the 
end…                                                       
    
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: Amin mela lle: I love you. // Amin 
mela lle, beika Erestor: I love you too Erestor. // Mela 
en´ coiamin: Love of my life // Lirimaer: Lovely one.// 
Ammin merna lle,  A´maelarain: I want you, My beloved. // 
Quel amrun: Good morning. Saurar: Foul. // Menelya: Friday. 
// Ada: Father/ Papa. // Mead: Sweet wine of fermented 
honey// Melui* elei : Sweet dreams/ Atenio: Good Night. 
Feedback:  Please, Please!  I beg of you.  I will be 
eternally grateful   :o)   
 
~ * ~ Special thanks to betas Elaine ? ~ * ~
 
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Shifting over Erestor´s robe, which was serving them as 
mattress along with the carpet under it, he hid his face 
from the waking sun on his lover’s back. Whilst snuggling 
closer, one arm tightened it’s hold slowly yet possessively 
on the chief advisor’s waist. 
 
Curling up closer to Elrond who was spooning behind him 
Erestor blinked slowly as he woke with the sound of the 
opening door. 
 
“Perhaps, it would be wise to lock the door next time?” 
Glorfindel offered quietly and good heartily as he moved 
inside to leave some papers on Elrond’s desk. A small smirk 
formed on his lips as he heard Elrond’s muffled complaint 
at the voice that had awoken him. Slowly, the Lord of 
Imladris´ face rose up from behind Erestor´s shoulder. 
 
Blushing, Erestor glanced over his shoulder to look at his 
lover smiling sweetly before his smiled was brushed away 
momentarily as his lips welcomed his lover’s over his own. 
“I think Glorfindel is right, we should be careful to lock 
the door,” he commented to Elrond, pushing a stray braid of 
black hair behind the half-elf’s ear. 
 
Growling softly, Elrond looked from Erestor to Glorfindel, 
trying to figure out the some words but instead he found 
himself absently tugging the blanket over Erestor´s body, 
covering selfishly his lover’s flawless chest.
 
Smiling in amusement at Elrond’s possessive reaction, 
Glorfindel headed to the door quietly, not wanting to 
interrupt more than he had already. “I will take breakfast 
to your chambers…” he offered quietly before closing the 
door behind him. 
 
Growling softly, Elrond rested his forehead on his chief 
advisor’s chest which muffled a new complaint. “Tired,” he 
whispered simply, not even wanting to form sentences so 
early in the morning. Though he did find strength to glance 
up as he heard Erestor´s soft laugh before a tender hand 
joined the musical sound stroking his silky hair. “Now you 
keep doing that and I will be even more tired,” Elrond 
warned snaking over his lover’s chest, sliding his hand 
under the cover to stroke the long ago faded muscles as he 
pressed a kiss to Erestor´s lips.
 
Purring softly, the Noldor elf’s arms came to encircle 
Elrond’s body, pressing his beloved closer as they kiss and 
entangle the bare limbs more intimately under the blanket. 
“Would you actually mind?” Erestor asked teasingly, 
spreading butterfly kisses along Elrond’s jaw line. 
 
“Not really…” the elf Lord murmured, lost in the other’s 
ministrations as his eyes fluttered closed. 
 
“Perhaps we could go to our chambers and fill the tub… and 
take a long bath…” he whispered invitingly as he leaned 
back to appreciate his lover’s beauty. 
 
“That would imply me moving…” Elrond complained, pretending 
to be annoyed. 
 
“Well, we can always tell Lindir to ask the maids to sweep 
the floor around us and clean the room while we take a 
nap…” he joked, shaking his head slowly. “Though, I think 
many would not appreciate finding us in such an intimate 
position.” 
 
“Oh, very well… you always end up being more cunning than 
me in diplomatic matters…” He sighed, defeated. “We can 
wear some light pants under the covers” he joked, shaking 
his head. 
 
Erestor sniggered softly and kissed the elf-Lord deeply, 
loving this private mood Elrond showed only to him and no 
one else. “I do not think I would like others to see you 
like this, nor would you like others to see me this way, so 
for the well being of the visitors I recommend we keep this 
innuendo to ourselves. ”
 
“Excellent idea,” he murmured, kissing Erestor deeply. “I 
do want to kill everyone that sets an eye on you and I do 
not know what I will do if they get to see you like this…” 
he purred as his eyes trailed over Erestor´s form 
reverentially and a haughty smile was born on his lips. 
 
Smiling tenderly the Noldor elf stroke his Lord’s cheek 
softly and adoringly. “The door is still open and Anor is 
starting to grace us with its light,” he murmured softly 
before Elrond placed a chaste kiss on his lips.
 
“Then, perhaps we should move to our chambers and take that 
bath you had in mind,” Elrond whispered alluringly, 
brushing his lips with Erestor´s once more before reaching 
for their clothes.
 
Smiling at his lover, the chief advisor wondered what has 
gotten into Elrond, it did not amaze him that he was so 
possessive with him, it did amaze him that Elrond did not 
wanted to hurry to start his chores this day as he would 
any other.  
 
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After breakfast Tywien escorted her father to where the 
elves comprising the small party that had recently arrived 
to Imladris waited for him to depart again. 
 
“Be sure to be careful, and do not stay in the gardens long 
after midnight, one never knows what might happen in the 
dark and the animals feel drawn to this place somehow, even 
wolves…” Alanthir babbled anxiously. “And, be close to 
Elrohir, he is a nice elfling and so is Elladan they will 
care of you in case of danger. If …”
 
“Ada,” she called softly and laughed softly whilst stroking 
her father’s back soothingly. “I will be alright,” she 
assured, giggling in amusement. “I am not an elfling 
anymore and you have done an excellent job of raising me so 
you have nothing to worry about.” Tywien grinned charmingly 
at Galáril who chuckled and embraced her tightly. “And, 
this is the part where you tell me how proud you are of 
me,” she teased, embracing her father back tightly and 
clinging child-like from his neck as her feet danced above 
the floor whilst his father playfully picked her up. 
 
“Oh, but I am proud of you,” he assured, letting his 
daughter stand on the ground again and smiling tenderly at 
her whilst caressing her cheek. “In fact, I could not be 
more proud of you, my dear daughter, because I think that 
would be an impossible thing.” He smiled as she blushed, 
reminding him of her mother. “You are our dreams come true, 
and if your mother were alive, she would be as proud of you 
as I am.”
 
“I love you Ada.” She smiled tenderly at her father 
embracing him tightly again and kissing his cheek. 
 
“My Lord, the horses are ready…” Alanthir acknowledged, 
softly stepping onto the patio where Galáril and Tywien 
were talking. 
 
Galáril looked at Tywien once more and smiled adoringly. 
“Sometimes I can not believe you have grown so fast,” he 
commented in awe, mostly to himself. “You remind me so much 
of your mother sometimes.” He shook his head slowly in 
disbelief, running a hand along her hair before glancing up 
at Alanthir who had cleared his throat, reminding him with 
that little noise it was time to depart Imladris. 
 
Continuing to walk with his daughter Galáril mounted his 
steed and looked down at her with a smile before he looked 
at Alanthir. “Take good care of her while I am gone, and 
yes I do know you are old enough to do it yourself, but 
what can I say, you will always be a little girl to my 
eyes,” he teased at her pout. 
 
“I will, my Lord,” Alanthir assured with a nod. 
 
“Have a nice and safe trip Ada.” She blushed before 
pressing a new kiss to her father’s cheek before stepping 
back with Alanthir.
 
 Having watched the small party depart and pass through the 
main gates of the last homely house of Middle Earth, Tywien 
felt her father’s first man’s eyes on her neck. Sighing 
softly, she smiled politely at him before excusing herself 
as she had to go meet Elrond. 
 
“Will you go see him?” 
 
“Excuse me?” she asked, shifting in her place to look at 
discourteous questioning. 
 
“Will my lady go and meet her friend? The prince of 
Imladris?” He almost mocked as he noticed the shocked 
expression on her face. 
 
“That is not of your concern Alanthir. My father might have 
asked you to take care of me but that does not imply you 
questioning my every move,” Tywien acknowledged icily. 
 
“I think, my lady has not understood.” The blond elf moved 
rapaciously to her side as he looked hungrily at her. “I am 
in charge of your wellbeing as well as any other matter 
that might come up regarding you. I am to be informed of 
the places you frequent as well as the possible 
relationships you might develop with the elves of the city. 
As your father warned, the gardens as well as other corners 
of the city are very dark and one might not know what 
danger can be waiting for such a young innocent maid as 
yourself.” He purred, delighted with the expression he had 
caused and, though he wanted desperately to caress the pale 
satin cheek, he managed to leave his hands clasped at his 
lower back. 
 
Blinking and confused by the words, she stared at the blond 
taller elf, containing the growing rage in her heart. “I am 
not your daughter, I am not, nor will I ever be your wife 
or your lover. I will only be the daughter of the elf you 
chose to serve, so do us both a favour and do not do 
anything so foolish as for my father to have a reason to 
want to kill you,” She threatened, trying to remain as 
nonchalant as she could. “Starting, by wanting to manage my 
life,” she hissed. “I will *never* allow anyone to do so, 
much less you.” She smiled politely as if nothing had 
happened before she continued on her way. 
 
Alanthir bit his lip in the effort not to follow and put 
the haughty elfling in her place, knowing perfectly well he 
could not do so in a public place. Instead he managed to 
control himself. “We will see about that,” he whispered to 
himself before heading the opposite way. “We will see about 
that…” 
 
Walking hurriedly, as if she could felt Alanthir walking 
just behind her, she bumped into Elladan who swiftly, yet 
politely pushed her away whilst glancing down at her. 
 
“Those green things on your face are called eyes, they help 
you see where you are walking and usually prevent you from 
bumping clumsily into other elves,” the oldest twin stated 
dryly, looking at her before frowning a little. “Are you 
cold?” he asked, puzzled as it was not cold enough as for 
her to be trembling. 
 
“Huh? No, I am not and I am sorry I did not, see you,” 
Tywien babbled softly, blushing slightly as this was 
probably the first time Elladan addressed to her since 
Elrohir declared her his best friend long ago. 
 
Elladan´s frown deepened as he studied her features 
carefully. What was with maids that they blushed so often 
and why was Tywien so anxious? “Are you alright?” he tried 
once again, not sure what had gotten into him as to 
actually be addressing her. What was this? Concern? He was 
not concerned about her, why was he asking?
 
“Yes.” She smiled and nodded at Elladan, “I am alright, and 
I am sorry, I did not see you before,” She apologized 
softly, before noticing Elrohir appearing behind Elladan 
and smiling beamingly at her.  
 
“Are you alright?” Elrohir asked, stepping forward and 
covering her cheek gently before checking her brow. “You 
are pale, isn’t she pale Elladan?” the youngest twin asked 
anxiously of his brother, who almost rolled his eyes before 
shrugging faintly whilst wondering how on earth he was 
supposed to know that. It was not as is he paid attention 
to the natural pale colour of the maid’s face. 
 
“I am alright Elrohir,” she giggled, batting her friend’s 
hand away her face. 
 
“Are you positive of that?” 
 
“Elrohir, stop fussing over it, she said she was alright,” 
Elladan stated matter-of-factly before crossing both his 
arms above his chest as his twin shot him a warning look. 
 
Sighing, Elrohir´s killing glance softened as he looked 
back at her. “Ada is waiting for you, he told me to remind 
you to go talk to him as soon as you could.” 
 
“I was heading there now, I was only whishing Ada a safe 
trip,” she commented.
 
“Excuse me,” Elladan mumbled before continuing his way, not 
wanting to be around for the futile conversation maids 
usually created.
 
Sighing Elrohir glanced at Elladan hatefully again even 
though his brother could not see him. “I will walk you to 
Ada´s study, I might be able to see Glorfindel if he is 
working in the library.” He grinned hopefully.  
 
Giggling softly, she nodded slowly. “He is not in the 
library, he is in his study now, with … Erestor but he is 
leaving now,” She acknowledged as they turned the corner of 
the hallway. 
 
“You do have to tell me how you do that, Ada has the same 
gift and he does not know how to explain it.” Elrohir shook 
his head, annoyed as his father was supposed to be able to 
explain even the impossible. 
 
Tywien laughed softly and pointed to the end of the hallway 
at the closing door and the Noldor elf disappearing down a 
different hallway from the one where they were walking. 
 
Elrohir laughed softly and nodded. “So you use your eyes! 
See, it was easy to explain!” He joked, amused at his own 
distraction. 
 
“Aye, sometimes I do use them.” She giggled, amused, and 
headed for Elrond’s door. “I will see you later?” she 
asked, and smiled at Elrohir´s nod. 
 
“Before lunch,” Elrohir called as she opened the door once 
beckoned in by his father, and he himself headed to his 
beloved’s private study. 
 
Entering Elrond’s study, Tywien moved forward to the half-
elf Lord’s desk. “My Lord.” She bowed politely in greeting 
before she glanced up at him. The fact that she had known 
this elf since she was little making her comfortable enough 
as not to see Elrond at the Lord of the valley but one of 
the elves that raised her when her parents were away. 
 
“Please sit,” Elrond said politely, signalling to one of 
the stuffed chairs by the fire, he himself taking the empty 
one. “How did you spend the night?” he asked softly and 
with concern, feeling the anxiousness on the other’s being 
and having noticed her to be upset the previous night after 
her vision as well. 
 
“I would dare say it was as any other my Lord, the usual 
nightmares and dreams,” she murmured softly, looking at 
Elrond.
 
“You looked afraid last night,” he commented fatherly like, 
looking carefully at her. “One of your visions frightened 
you, am I correct? Do you want to talk about it?” he asked 
softly after her confirming nod. 
 
“There is this maid… I can never see her face, I only see 
she is blond and she … dies every time,” Tywien explained 
worriedly and in distress.  
 
“Is she the same one you saw when you were little? In your 
dreams?” the Lord of Imladris inquired, trying to gather 
some more information that might help him in the future to 
calm the distress the young elfling was suffering regarding 
her visions. 
 
“Yes, but… it is not an arrow but a knife that causes her 
death now. She…offers her wrists to be cut in self 
sacrifice…when before, she did try to escape and find a way 
to survive…” She frowned at the image replaying over and 
over in her mind. “I do not understand,” she sighed, 
shaking her head slowly. “Why she does not try to save 
herself?” the elf girl asked, glancing up at Elrond as if 
the elf Lord would have the answer for her. 
 
“I do not know,” Elrond murmured softly. “I wish I knew but 
I do not, only you and her will be able to know why in the 
future, if you ever do.” He smiled reassuringly at her, 
leaning forward on his chair to see her better and cup both 
her hands on his own. “You see, we can foresee the future 
sometimes, but what we see can be changed by many other 
forces we do not know. Perhaps this maid you see in your 
dreams and visions will not die after all, perhaps 
something that will still come to pass will prevent these 
acts you keep seeing in your mind.” 
 
“But I do know she will die, I just know it.” She sighed 
defeatedly. “As I know how Elladan will feel and as I know 
how everybody feels…” She almost whimpered glancing up at 
Elrond locking her eyes with his. “My mind is so crowded 
sometimes I think I am going to go insane…” She trembled 
faintly, having Elrond stroke her hands reassuringly as he 
felt the small shivers. 
 
“You will not,” Elrond assured. “You are here for 
something, probably the same reason you have the visions.” 
 
“I do not want these images in my mind, yet I can not do 
more than try to cope with them.” She looked up sadly at 
the elf Lord. “I am tired of them. All I see is death and 
despair, how come I can not see anything comforting, why 
all has to be bad?” she asked tiredly, lowering her gaze to 
her hands tangled on her lap once again. “It is awful to 
wake in the middle of the night with a nightmare you know 
might be real in the near future and have no one to share 
it with; no one that will understand and just try to 
convince me it was only a bad dream…” She shook her head 
slowly, still looking to her hands though the image 
shadowed; before she lifted her face to see the elf Lord 
crouched before her, smiling soothingly and reassuringly up 
at her. 
 
“You are not alone,” he stated, determinedly looking into 
her eyes. “You still have a family here. My point is there 
are no strangers here and you can feel free to share your 
mind and the images that won’t let you rest with any of 
us,” he assured quietly. “I can assure you that that will 
ease your heart.” 
 
Sighing softly, the elven maid smiled dimly and nodded 
before she heard the door opening, and when she lifted her 
eyes from Elrond’s she saw Lindir and Erestor staring back 
at them. She could not help but to smile at the elves faces 
as Elrond stood and she followed the other move. Having 
found the Lord of Imladris kneeling before his son’s girl-
friend was not the image they had had in mind to find when 
they opened the door. 
 
“Remember you can come to me whenever you need it so, no 
matter what the time is,” Elrond assured, glancing at the 
girl standing shyly by his side, and smiling reassuringly 
at her as he pressed a tender hand to her shoulder. “No 
matter what,” he repeated, well aware of the maid’s free 
spirited soul. 
 
“I will.” She nodded once and smiled thankfully to one of 
the elves she considered as a second father. 
 
“Good, now I assume you would enjoy visiting the stables 
and farm?” he asked and grinned with pleasure when Tywien´s 
eyes brightened with happiness, which pushed the sadness 
filling her eyes momentarily away. “Lindir will escort you 
during the morning; I believe Elrohir had plans for both of 
you during the afternoon.” 
 
“I do not need an escort, I can manage alone,” she assured, 
moving to Lindir who was waiting for her by the door. “I am 
sure Lindir has more important things to do than make sure 
I will not bring more than one cat inside the house.” She 
grinned at the memory of having brought at least seven cats 
into her bedroom when very little. 
 
The three elves laughed softly at the memory and nodded in 
amusement. “That memory gives me even more reason for 
sending Lindir as your escort,” Elrond mused out loud, 
dismissing both elves politely before he turned his 
attention to his lover as the door closed. 
 
Moving close to Erestor, Elrond wrapped his arms around the 
Noldor elf’s waist and kissed him unhurriedly. “We should 
keep an eye on her,” he murmured to the pale lips. 
 
“She is still having those terrible nightmares?” Erestor 
asked in concern, pushing a stray lock of dark hair from 
his lover’s face to tug it behind the pointy ear. 
 
“I believe they are premonitions she can not decipher, more 
than nightmares,” Elrond worried, pressing his brow to his 
chief advisor’s. “And from what she mentioned, she can only 
see death and pain. It worries me. My own foresight is 
somehow balanced by the few moments of joy I manage to 
decode in the future, but to live with the images of 
constant pain and suffering in your mind must be something 
unbearable.” 
 
“We will all keep an eye on her Meleth Nîn,” Erestor 
assured soothingly, nuzzling his beloved’s nose tenderly, 
distracting Elrond from the troubling and at the moment, 
un-solvable thoughts. “We will make sure she is alright.” 
 
 
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Elrohir walked the small distance from his father’s study 
door to Glorfindel´s slowly, quietly, as if his light 
footsteps would spoil his surprise for the golden haired 
elf. Carefully his fingers curled around the knob and 
pushed it slowly and, opening the door as carefully as he 
had been walking before, he sneaked in. 
 
His eyes searched the room with a slight pout when he 
noticed his beloved not to be at his desk, yet a new smile 
formed on his lips when he noticed the blond´s form leaning 
slightly against the window as both careful hands held two 
maps pressed to the glass whilst the blond carefully 
compared them. 
 
Glorfindel´s frame was perfect as the pale light of the 
morning managed to slide inside the room across the glass 
and the eldar´s curves… Curves which were very clear the 
young elf’s eyes as the other was wearing no more than a 
light pair of pants and a simple shirt. 
 
Yes, he is beautiful, Elrohir almost sighed aloud though 
his mind was distracted again when his eyes caught the 
perfect sight of Glorfindel´s rear shamefully trapped in 
the confines of those pants… He could see the perfect form 
of the round globes under the fabric and all Elrohir could 
think about at the moment was his hands cupping and groping 
those perfect buttocks, as well as something else that made 
him blush both with desire and repressed need. 
 
His darkened eyes devoured the other elf’s figure slowly, 
as if trying to memorise every single curve with new eyes 
whilst his mind whispered to the rest of his body the 
several alluring ministrations that could be bestowed to 
Glorfindel´s taut body. 
 
Suppressing a purr as the heat in his body grew wildly, 
demandingly for him to pay attention to it, Elrohir moved 
forward until his arms wrapped possessively around the 
golden haired elf’s chest and his cheek rested on his 
beloved’s back whilst his own chest pressed fully against 
the other’s back. 
 
Glorfindel´s puzzled, angry response to the feel of strange 
arms folding him close turned his head in the embrace, and 
his features softened to welcome a tender smile when he 
noticed Elrohir was the one that had sneaked into his 
office with out him, having noticed. 
 
“Who else would do this to you?” Elrohir frowned a little 
as he glanced up at Glorfindel inquiringly. Who else would 
dare to touch his beloved in such intimate way if not him? 
 
The golden haired eldar smiled warmly and reassuringly at 
the elfling whose face looked much more serious than his 
enquiry had sounded. How could have he thought he could be 
able to push his feelings for Elrohir away? It was in 
moments like this, he realised his task had been futile 
from the very beginning when he determined to push his 
growing feelings away. “Nobody,” he assured, glancing over 
his shoulder to see the other smile and then rest his check 
on his back again. 
 
“Did I distract you?” the young elf asked from his hiding 
place on his loved one’s back as his body pressed 
instinctively closer to the other whilst his hands started 
to idly stroke the firm chest under them through the 
intrusive fabric of the thin shirt. 
 
 
Glorfindel swallowed a purr as he leaned back into the 
embrace, his chest heaved with quickening breaths as his 
heart started to pound faster and his eyes fluttered a 
little when his own body started to answer the other’s 
ministrations silently. What was Elrohir doing to him? He 
was only, touching him… innocently touching him… but there 
was more to the simple touch, it felt as if Elrohir was 
claiming him, as he always did … claiming him for his own 
and nobody else’s …
 
The young prince purred softly as the elder elf leaned 
submissively into his arms and against his body, and 
Elrohir felt his own body quiver, when the other’s rear 
pressed pleadingly against his, groin sending thousands of 
waves of pleasure to it as well as the rest of his body…
 
Something had changed for the young elf, the dreams and 
fantasies he had had his entire life were still alluring to 
him, yet this new position made him want something he had 
never really considered before. Something that would make 
Glorfindel his own, something that would allow him to take 
what he wanted whilst showing the other how he felt, what 
he did to him… Something Elrohir thought the blond would 
not enjoy… He had been wrong…Glorfindel felt so right in 
his arms, as compliant as never before and Elrohir soon 
found himself fascinated by this change… 
 
Needing to explore this new power found within himself, 
Elrohir nuzzled the increasing pulse on the eldar´s neck 
with his nose before he gently kissed it, having previously 
pushed the golden hair away with his right hand, for the 
other, the left one, was still exploring the firm chest 
whilst holding the other prisoner within the confines of 
his arms. 
 
The eldar´s eyes closed as a small whimper escaped his 
parting lips as the playful nose and lips were replaced by 
a probing tongue, he could feel the line of butterfly 
kisses being licked slowly up until the tip of that warm, 
moist tongue reached the lobe of his ear before it took it 
within Elrohir´s mouth as the young elf nibbled the flushed 
tip, making the eldar pressed his hands flat on the sides 
of the maps he was still holding against the window so they 
wouldn’t fall to the floor…
 
Smiling to the now wet ear Elrohir blew gently on it before 
he pressed his groin to the other’s buttocks, making the 
elf within his arms moan in what the dark haired half-elf 
decided was a silent plea. 
 
The prince’s left hand travelled from the middle of 
Glorfindel´s chest to an already hard nipple whilst the 
other slid down the other’s side and to the front of the 
blond´s waist line, allowing two playful fingers between 
the fabrics of the pants and the shirt…
 
“We… should…I…” Glorfindel babbled, pressing his rear to 
Elrohir´s groin absently, his mind madly battling with his 
body so as to be able to stop all this… but he was not, he 
could not stop this… not now…
 
“What?” Elrohir gasped brushing his need against the 
other’s buttocks teasingly as the maps finally made their 
way out of Glorfindel´s grasp against the window and to the 
floor.  
 
Growling needfully, Glorfindel arched into the young half-
elf’s body as one of his own hands reached back to press 
Elrohir´s hips closer to his body, preventing the other 
from moving away from him…
 
Moaning, Elrohir´s arms tightened their hold and his eyes 
closed in frustration as the knocking on the door repeated 
again yet in a louder form. 
 
Moving reluctantly away, the dark haired prince released 
the possessive hold on his beloved and allowed Glorfindel 
to attend to the door, whilst he picked the disregarded 
maps from the floor to leave them on the desk. Taking a 
deep breath, he ordered himself to calm down even though he 
knew he would have to go to his own chambers to find 
release before he was able to meet his brother to start 
their morning tasks. 
 
Leaning on the eldar´s desk Elrohir studied Glorfindel´s 
form as the blond hid as much as he could behind the door 
panel, and sighed softly when his eyes settled on the 
perfect rear again… he was hopeless, he thought to himself 
yet he was unable to stop his admiring staring. 
 
Having dismissed the maid, Glorfindel ordered himself to 
gather his little remaining self control before he closed 
the door behind the servant… What had Elrohir done before? 
Had he been aware of what he had been actually doing? He 
considered this to himself as he shifted in his place to 
face the young elf leaning on his desk and blinked once as 
he thought Elrohir might be staring at his rump while he 
was talking…sighing softly he ordered himself to calm down 
again, surely Elrohir would not be doing that, probably his 
fevered mind was tricking him and made him think Elrohir 
had lifted his eyes as soon as he turned. 
 
Smiling innocently Elrohir jumped from the desk he had 
finally decided to sit on and moved forward to where 
Glorfindel stood and leaning forward he closed the 
unbearable distance between their lips with an innocent 
chaste kiss before he smiled up again. “I better go back to 
my chores before Elladan goes insane because I have not 
appeared yet,” he acknowledged, softly moving to the door. 
“I will see you later,” he smiled before passing through 
it. “And Glorfindel… make sure to wear your robes when you 
leave the study.” He grinned naughtily. “I am not sure I 
would like others to see what I have just seen,” he stated 
possessively with a grin before he finally left, leaving a 
speechless elf behind. 
 
TBC…
 
Falling into Temptation.
Chapter/ Part: (24/?)
 
~ * ~ Special thanks to betas Elaine ? ~ * ~
 
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They walked the distance from the house to the stables 
quietly, enjoying the chirping of the birds and the green 
leaves growing on the trees with the coming of the spring, 
as well as the sound of the waterfalls.
 
Lindir frowned as he noticed a couple of stable elves 
rushing inside. “I wonder what is happening?” he thought 
out loud as he watched the elves disappearing behind the 
wooden doors. 
 
“We do not have to wonder, come on,” Tywien urged, grabbing 
the dark haired elf’s hand and tugging him gently along 
with her. 
 
Smiling in amusement, Lindir´s steps quickened with 
Tywien´s as he felt the light tugging. 
 
“Come on,” she urged, slipping between the open wooden 
wings forming the stable doors and easily noticing the 
gathered elves. Moving closer she stood on her toes, 
squeezing Lindir´s hand for support, to peer at the very 
pregnant mare about to give birth to her sons.  “Aw, she is 
about to have her babies,” she smiled, still enthralled by 
the image. 
 
Lindir´s gaze softened noticeably as he was easily as 
enthralled as Tywien, though for an entirely different 
reason. His eyes suddenly found themselves travelling from 
the wavering feet on tiptoe trying to hold herself high 
enough to see the unsettled mare, climbing up along her 
slim, perfect figure until his slightly darkened eyes found 
the blond pale hair and the lines of her face. The pale 
cheek, the perfect upright nose, those alluring lips 
inviting him with every single word that left them to kiss 
her slowly and lazily as his hands caressed every part of 
her flawless body that they found themselves upon… 
 
Elladan tugged his brother’s hand as they entered the 
stables, their future horses were about to be born and they 
had to be there to welcome them to Arda. It was known that 
horses imprinted on faces sometimes, and that they are 
often only loyal to those that have helped them from birth… 
though he stopped in his place as he got close to the small 
crowd, as Elrohir managed to get to the front of the 
gathered elves. Elladan saw that Lindir´s hand was tangled 
with Tywien´s and his thumb was drawing incoherent patterns 
over the back of the maid’s hand. 
 
Arching an eyebrow that made him look very much like his 
father, Elladan smirked, what was it that this maid wished? 
Elrohir, Lindir… his father from time to time and even 
Erestor and Glorfindel were captivated by her. What was it 
that everybody liked about her? The oldest twin was not 
blind; he could see her obvious beauty and pale delicate 
features matching the sure to be soft and silky blond hair. 
But, besides that he could not see what they did, she 
seemed a regular maid… 
 
Elladan was jolted out of his reverie as Elrohir called for 
him from inside the box, one of the horses was already 
coming out of his mother and this was meant to be his, as 
he was also a first born. Perhaps his father and the others 
treated her as the daughter they would never have… perhaps 
that was what they saw in her… a cute girl to take care of… 
Yes, he thought that could be, and it did made sense. After 
all, his father had already found heirs in him and his 
brother and, as long as things were as he had been told 
when little, Erestor would never be able to get pregnant. 
 
Leaning on the wooden wall by Elrohir´s side Elladan 
chuckled at his crazy idea though the quiet chuckles were 
becoming a potential fit of laughing. 
 
“Elladan!” Elrohir scolded, elbowing his brother who was 
almost crying between his giggles. 
 
“I am sorry.” Elladan stifled a laugh under the palm of his 
hand as a tear fell down his cheek before he burst out 
laughing again, this time leaving the box to try to calm 
himself. 
 
Moving to one of the empty ones he sat on a bale of hay 
whilst trying to be as quiet as he could and taking deep 
breaths he managed to relax a little. Standing to leave 
again, wanting to see his future horse for the first time 
he bumped into Lindir´s slightly taller frame while the 
other stepped inside, the well known disapproving look 
showing in the hazel eyes. 
 
“You are not going to go back there unless you can control 
yourself. The fact that you are able to see this is a gift 
that should not be taken lightly,” the elder elf barked, 
spearing Elladan with his eyes. 
 
“I said I was sorry, Lindir,” Elladan almost growled at the 
pose the other had assumed. He was not a child any more why 
did everyone treat him as one? 
 
Sighing, the taller elf nodded and shook his head, and let 
the oldest twin go back to the other box. With a tired sigh 
he leaned on the side of the box to see the small horse 
falling to the floor, before he smiled with amusement at 
the disgusted grimace on Tywien´s face. Then she hissed 
when the small animal tried to stand only to fall clumsily 
again. 
 
Elrohir assured the foal he was going to be alright, though 
his face showed he was not sure of that fact either, while 
he mentally tried to encourage the clumsy horse to stand on 
his feet. Elladan instead, just watched the still wet horse 
carefully, following his every move with his eyes as if 
knowing helping him now would only be hurting him in the 
future. 
 
Sighing softly, the elves taking care everything went 
alright with the delivery shook their heads when it seemed 
the second foal was stuck, and would need help to get out 
or risk dying in his mother’s womb. The fact that the first 
one was still unable to stand was not a good sign either. 
They moved to help the one fighting to be able to breathe 
for the first time, while thinking all three horses might 
have to be put down before the nightfall. 
 
Elladan crouched by the small wiggling horse and stroked 
his nose soothingly whilst whispering reassuring words to 
him. He then asked him to try again and with a swift move 
the small animal stood clumsily but steadily in his place 
while his nose search for the oldest twin’s hands idly. “He 
will be alright,” he assured as he heard Elrohir´s worried 
gasp, before his eyes shifted to his brother’s horse who 
was now lying on the floor fighting to get up and managing 
to do so after a few tries. 
 
Smiling happily he glanced at Elrohir and the young maid 
standing by his twin. “I believe we can start thinking 
about names?” he asked, grinning at the elves in charge as 
these elves would know if the foals were going to survive. 
 
“Yes, I assume you can,” one of them chuckled, shaking his 
head while setting the place for the new borns to spend the 
night with their mother. The rest of the elves started to 
clear the place in order to continue with their chores and 
give the animals the needed privacy they needed to rest.  
 
Elrohir grinned and leaned against his friend’s body, 
resting his head on her shoulder. “I can not imagine how 
Papa must have felt when Elladan and I were born,” he 
sighed. “I think I was unable to breathe until now,” he 
chuckled. 
 
Elladan laughed, shaking his head in amusement. “Wait to 
have your children then,” he joked, double meaning plain in 
his voice and lingering in the amused tone. “Will I be the 
one picking you up from the floor when you have fainted?” 
 
Elrohir smirked at Elladan, well aware of what he was 
saying and, glancing up, he smiled at Tywien. “Will I have 
children?” he asked with a lovely smile, wanting to know if 
his best friend could see something in his future he still 
had no knowledge of. After all, his father had managed to 
have descendants despite being in love with another male. 
 
“Not that I know of,” she smiled reassuringly at Elrohir to 
silently let him know that all she saw in his future was 
Glorfindel and no one else. “Although…I do sense life in 
the future… in *your* future to be more exact,” she pointed 
out to Elladan, who snorted as she had been expecting him 
to do. 
 
“You do?” he asked, arching an eyebrow in disbelief, 
believing she was joking with him. 
 
“It is somewhat blurry, but yes I can sense unborn life in 
your future…” she assured with a nod as she moved to stand 
by Lindir who was now waiting for her at the door, silently 
but clearly letting her know they should continue on their 
way. “I will see you later,” she smiled at Elrohir before 
leaving the place with her escort. 
 
Elrohir nodded and smirked, pleased at Elladan´s future. 
“So… do you have any particular maid in mind?” he teased, 
pleased with the fact he had finally found something he 
could use to tease his brother. Elladan could be stubborn 
sometimes, but to Elrohir´s eyes he was the only one he 
would go to for help or comfort with a doubt. He was still 
his older brother and no matter what, he would always adore 
him. Laughing at Elladan´s snort he set upon the task of 
helping his twin to ensure all was perfect for the new 
foals’ first night in Arda.
 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 
 
Coming out of his study for the first time in the entire 
day, Glorfindel looked around as if someone would notice 
what had happened hours earlier in the privacy of his work 
place. He felt as if Elrohir´s touch had been imprinted on 
his body with fire and he was now aching for more, he ached 
to have that body pressing against his own, as well as to 
feel it naked within his arms while the moist lips trailed 
different patterns on his naked body. 
 
Shivering at the mental image, the blond elf started on his 
way to the Bruinen, needing the cold water of the river to 
help cool down both his body and his feelings regarding the 
princeling. And he had to wonder, while he walked, when did 
he lose the self-control and will that were so distinctive 
of his personality? What had Elrohir done to him for him to 
fall so hard for the younger Peredhil? 
 
Glorfindel still felt as if he did not know what had 
happened to him. It was not long ago that he was holding 
that charming baby in his arms and now Elrohir, he had 
recently… well, he had done more than kiss and tease. He 
had successfully seduced him, and the elda was now finding 
himself unable to put a stop to the elfling´s actions, he 
was unable to say they should stop due to his better 
judgement being dimmed by the love in his heart.  
 
Running an anxious hand along his hair, the golden haired 
elf moved to the side of the pool, testing the water with a 
finger and, finding it to be colder than he had expected, 
he moved into the little crevice through which one could 
enter the mountain and smiled as he noticed that Elrond was 
relaxing there as well. 
 
“It is most strange to see you here,” Glorfindel mused 
aloud as he approached the smaller pool with warm, 
constantly running water. 
 
“Erestor decided I should relax when I said I was going to 
kill all advisors but him.” The elf Lord grinned before 
sighing pleasantly as he felt the warm water gently washing 
over his naked body.   He opened his eyes to face his 
friend. “You look different.” He frowned a little as he 
studied the well known features and his mind tried to 
decode what the change was.  Had Glorfindel finally slept 
with Elrohir? 
 
“Not yet,” Glorfindel assured, whilst sitting by the 
natural tub. 
 
“Not yet what?” the elf Lord asked puzzled as he looked up 
at the blond.
 
“We have not slept together yet, that was what you were 
wondering…” the blond murmured, wearily. “And I am 
different because I do feel different… I do not know what 
has changed though.” He sighed softly.
 
“Get in,” Elrond said softly, noticing the other’s visible 
distress. “It seems you need as much relaxing as I do.” 
 
Sighing softly, Glorfindel nodded absently and stood from 
the spot by the tub he had been sitting. He removed the 
clothes covering his body, allowing them to pile up on one 
of the rock crafted benches meant just for that, before he 
slid into the warm water, whilst a contented sigh escaped 
his lips. 
 
Looking carefully at the elda, Elrond studied the well 
known features carefully and once again remembered that he 
had had more than one reason to be jealous of Glorfindel 
when he had helped Erestor through difficult times. 
Glorfindel was indeed something out of the face of Arda, he 
looked almost as if he had his own natural glow and the elf 
Lord could not think of a more caring soul than his friend. 
 
“What are you thinking?” the golden haired elf asked 
wearily, daring to face Elrond’s eyes. It was in moments 
like this that he wished his friend to be just that and not 
also the father of the one he loved, the one he secretly 
desired in his dreams. 
 
“I was remembering how terribly jealous I was when you and 
Erestor could barely part after you helped him through that 
dreadful year,” the dark haired elf commented, relaxing 
into the water and smiling at his friend. “I knew you were 
helping him and that you would have never hurt me, but I 
could not help but hate it when he chose to spend his time 
with you instead of me…the way he looked for you when he 
needed to be comforted or felt insecure…” Elrond smiled 
tenderly at the elda. “Still, today he would rather have 
your company than mine when something has upset him, or his 
dreams start to chase him during the winters…” 
 
“Are you telling me you are still jealous?” Glorfindel 
asked a little bit amused before laughing softly at the 
quiet, defeated nod. 
 
“I cannot help it.” The elf Lord blushed a little. “I 
think, it is mostly because you knew what to do, how to 
reach to him, to help him and, you might not notice but 
there is a connection between you two. It is as if you 
protect each other somehow. I do not quite know how to put 
it into words.” 
 
“He is my friend. As you are Elrond.” Glorfindel spoke 
softly glancing at his oldest friend. “You are my family,” 
the golden haired elf resumed with a shrug.   
 
Nodding once Elrond smiled at Glorfindel. “I really do hope 
you find what Erestor and I have found long ago… I know 
nobody, who deserves it more than you do,” he assured. “Do 
you want to tell me what is troubling you?” the half-elf 
Lord ended up asking at the weak smile on the other’s lips. 
“I will try to be as impartial as possible if it does 
involve Elrohir,” he offered softly.
 
“I just do not know what to do,” the blond muttered in 
thought. “I do love Elrohir, as I never loved anyone before 
but… I do not know. I tried so many times to tell myself it 
was not right, that he was too young among other reasons 
and now none of those excuses seem to be enough when I see 
him…” he explained, glancing up hesitantly as he suddenly 
remembered it was, after all, the elfling´s father that he 
was confessing this to but, when finding Elrond’s calm 
understanding expression, he stared at his hands and 
considered where he should continue. “You do know I have 
not had a serious lover since Gil Galad, the others, even 
if I cared for them were no more than a passing moment 
and…the fact Tywien is here does not help either…” He ended 
pushing a stray blond lock of his face. 
 
Taking a deep breath the half-elf considered carefully the 
spoken words as his mind travelled back in time to when 
they were living in Lyndon, even before he or Glorfindel 
had met Erestor. And only now, Elrond noticed the effect 
the king’s dismissive actions towards the blond elf had had 
long ago. “Are you afraid that whatever you might come to 
built with Elrohir will became what you had with Ereinion?” 
the Lord of Imladris asked quietly, as if scared to spook 
his friend away. 
 
Glorfindel closed his eyes at the name and nodded slowly. 
“In a way I think I am…” he murmured. “I… to the current 
day I still do not know how things deteriorated so quickly, 
I remember us being happy until everything changed, and it 
got to the point I barely wanted to leave my bed in the 
morning because I knew I would get up, and something would 
happen that would make us fight…” The blond remembered 
painfully, closing his eyes as the images rushed to his 
mind as the waterfalls fell from the high peaks.  “As I was 
lucky in the field of friendship, it turns out to be the 
exact opposite when it came to love.” He shook his head 
sadly. “I did not give myself the opportunity to love as a 
lover many times before and those few I got… more than 
hurt.” He managed after swallowing hard. “I… all this, 
frightens me,” he recognised, defeated.
 
“History does not have to repeat itself,” Elrond soothed 
compassionately, noticing only now, how many things the 
blond had been dealing with this past months and perhaps 
even years. “Elrohir is not and will never be Ereinion, 
Glorfindel. He might be stubborn and demanding but he does 
*love* you with all his heart. Anyone can see that when he 
looks at you… I am positive he will rather die than to 
treat you or hurt you any of the ways the king did.” 
 
“I never really understood how he was able to tell me he 
loved me.” Glorfindel sighed shaking his head. “And I will 
never know what possessed me to believe him and allow him 
to treat me the way he did. But you are right; Elrohir is 
not and will never be Ereinion. Perhaps I should let my 
fears go away and dare to give love another try…” 
 
The elf Lord smiled softly to the other as he clasped the 
blond´s hand reassuringly, hoping his friend would dare to 
fully feel what he already felt towards Elrohir, with no 
fear. What had happened with the king was water long passed 
under the bridge, but it seems Glorfindel was still 
frightened about it… Gil Galad, had indeed loved the blond, 
in his very special way, Elrond was sure he had. Though, 
the relationship that had first begun as a blossoming 
sportive love soon turn into an inferno for both of them. 
The king always tired and stressed regarding his duties, 
had no other to take out his rage against than the only one 
whom truly knew him; his lover, and so Glorfindel had had 
to deal with several humiliations while in court as well as 
during the meetings when his ideas differed from the king’s 
own.  And, even though Glorfindel had never spoken of this 
to him, it was known to him that the king took what he 
wanted when he wanted it, never really caring of his lover 
and being too used of having all he wanted when he wanted 
it, no questions ask. “Give yourself a chance,” he 
whispered soothingly, smiling reassuringly when the other 
glanced up at him.  
 
Nodding slowly, Glorfindel smiled thankfully at Elrond, 
grateful the elf Lord had been able to be the friend he 
always was to him, even though the one they were discussing 
was his own son. 
 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 
 
It was late at night and Elrohir waited impatiently by the 
terrace windows. If someone noticed the few candles still 
lit in his room, they would come asking if everything was 
alright and he could not really have that, not this night. 
 
“You got it?” he asked, closing the glass panel behind the 
hooded figure gracefully sliding between the open doors. 
 
“Of course I did,” Tywien grinned pushing the hood off her 
head and moving to the blanket Elrohir had prepared by the 
fire, carefully settling the glass bottles there before 
unlacing the cloak she was wearing and leaving it on a near 
chair. “Did you have any doubts I would?” She smirked as 
the younger twin sat taking one of the bottles to sniff the 
contents carefully. 
 
“Considering the he way looks at you, I should have not,” 
Elrohir grinned teasingly, leaving the bottle aside as she 
sat by him whilst blushing deeply.
 
“I need no help to get what I want,” the elven maid 
acknowledged proud of that fact.  
 
“Oh, I am sure of that. Though I am also sure he would have 
loved to help anyway,” Elrohir stated, smiling innocently 
at his friend. 
 
“So much talking is making me believe you were not able to 
get the rest we needed to prepare our drinks? Which, may I 
add was the easiest to get?” 
 
Snorting softly the young twin reached for a bag made of a 
transparent fabric, setting it in the middle of the blanket 
before he got a salt cellar and the small glasses. “With 
out any help, I may add.” He grinned proudly and 
conspiratorially, making her giggle quietly. “What do we 
need this for anyway?” he asked, picking a lemon from the 
bag whilst carefully studying the fruit in his hand. 
 
“Our drinks. Allright let me see… Oh, I forgot the knife,” 
she bit her lip in thought as it was not possible to sneak 
in the kitchen again with out being noticed.  
 
“Here” Elrohir said, reaching out to rifle inside a drawer 
before sitting back and handing her a small pocket knife. 
 
“Thank you,” she smiled before starting to cut a lemon into 
small, almost equal parts before cleaning the acid juice 
from the shiny blade and putting the knife down. “Now, fill 
those to the top.” 
 
“I think I have never used these kind of glasses.” Elrohir 
frowned studying the small glass in his hand before filling 
it to the top and moving to do the same with the empty one. 
 
“I believe they are small due to the quantity of alcohol in 
the drink. You can not have more than that or you would get 
drunk in no time.” 
 
Snorting softly, the young elf sat comfortably in his spot. 
“I have never gotten drunk in my life and I am not planning 
on starting now,” he smirked, taking the small glass and 
carefully watching it. “I can handle a few drinks. I am not 
a baby. Who did you drink with back in Mirkwood? Was it the 
one you have the crush on?” he asked curiously, well aware 
maids were not supposed to drink unless it was during 
dinner or on special occasions.  
 
“No, I… went to the kitchen once. And it was very late at 
night so I saw a maid drinking something and it seemed 
strange the way she had her drink. So I asked and, she 
taught me.” Tywien explained avoiding the young elf’s eyes. 
“Alright, now, to have this drink you should first lick the 
salt from the back of your hand, have the drink in one shot 
and then suck the piece of lemon,” she explained, settling 
a little salt on the back of her hand.
 
“Salt, alcohol, lemon?” he asked, arching an inquiring 
eyebrow. “That does not make much sense. Are you positive 
you remember correctly?”
 
“Of course I do,” the blond maid shook her head slowly as 
the memory came back to her swiftly. “Perhaps this is not 
such a good idea.” She sighed, facing her friend. 
 
“I promise not to ask anything embarrassing after you get 
drunk,” Elrohir stated seriously with a reassuring nod 
making her laugh softly and reminding him how refreshing it 
was to hear that laugh. He loved to hear her laugh, Elladan 
would never believe him, but it was somehow refreshing to 
have a maid around sometimes. “Ladies first,” he smirked, 
handing her a glass. 
 
“Ladies do not drink,” she reminded him, amused, licking 
the salt her other hand was holding before drinking the 
contents of the glass swiftly and sucking the lemon whilst 
her eyes shrunk slightly at the great amount of alcohol. 
“Your turn,” she murmured, trying to recover the 
momentarily lost voice, feeling her throat on fire. 
 
Staring at his glass, Elrohir followed the maid’s previous 
moves, though a coughing fit attacked him as the harsh 
liquid slid along his throat.
 
“The salt!” she reminded him while taking his hand up to 
Elrohir´s lips. “This will teach you to trust my memory.” 
She giggled as the other moaned delighted as he felt the 
mixed flavours in his mouth. 
 
Laughing softly Elrohir nodded. “This is very good,” he 
babbled, too busy serving another round. 
 
And so, time passed whilst Elrohir and Tywien had a few 
drinks and shared warm memories and future plans. Not much 
longer than an hour later, the door made it’s 
characteristic clunking noise, making both young elves turn 
to face at the intruder of their privacy, finding a not at 
all pleased Elladan staring at both of them. 
 
“What are you doing?” Elladan asked moving to the blanket 
whilst pinning Elrohir to his spot. 
 
“You want to have a drink with us?” Elrohir babbled 
blurrily, smiling up at his brother before serving a new 
round of drinks. “Tis good,” he assured clumsily passing 
the filled glass. 
 
Elladan sighed and took the offered glass, sniffing the 
clear liquid, he looked at Tywien warningly as he crouched 
by his brother, allowing Elrohir to snuggle up to his chest 
as he left the drink on the floor again.  
 
“I love you.” Giggling drunkenly, the younger twin stated 
while he wrapped his arms around his brother’s body and 
buried his face on Elladan´s chest. 
 
Embracing his brother tightly, Elladan stroked the shaking 
back as Elrohir seemed for some reason to be unable of stop 
snickering before he glanced at her warningly as he noticed 
she was looking at them. The fact that she avoided his eyes 
after meeting them, made the oldest prince to feel a little 
better. 
 
“I think, I had better go to my private chambers…” she 
babbled, not really daring to face Elladan at that moment. 
She did not think she could bear to have those angry, 
distrusting eyes piercing her own. 
 
“Yes, I think so too,” Elladan hissed, rocking Elrohir 
tenderly and dismissing her from his thoughts before his 
twin emerged from within the embrace to hold her hand, 
steadying her from moving away. 
 
“She is staying,” Elrohir stated, meeting her eyes and 
squeezing her hand reassuringly, making her look at him.  
 
“As you wish, but in the morning do not come crying to me 
because you have done something foolish,” the oldest 
brother warned, standing angrily and jealously from his 
place as she not only was clever enough to push him always 
away, but to have Elrohir at her side all the time. 
 
“Wait,” she pleaded, reaching out to grab Elladan´s hand, 
making the oldest elf’s head snap to face her, and 
relenting her hold on his hand. “Why do you not join us?” 
she offered hopefully as she studied the disbelieving look. 
What was it that made Elladan distrust her so much? She 
hated to see him looking at her like that. If there was 
someone on the face of Arda that could manage to make her 
feel guilty even with out having done a thing, which was 
this elf. It was understandable he did not trust any woman 
after their mother abandoned them so blatantly, but she was 
not Celebrian and it hurt to carry a burden she was not 
guilty of it at all. “Please?”
 
Elladan looked carefully at her, her voice, her features… 
her awkward smile… What did she want? Was this a new 
strategy to prove to Elrohir he was only a stubborn elf? A 
strategy to push him further away from his brother’s side?
 
“You are wasting your time,” Elrohir babbled, emptying a 
newly refilled glass, murmuring silently to himself that 
his brother was even more stubborn than a donkey sometimes. 
 
“Alright,” came Elladan´s reply, accompanied by a wide 
grin. He would stay. He would prove them wrong, even if it 
was only to take care his younger brother would not do 
anything he would regret in the morning. Moving to the 
empty space by the fire he sat and looked as Elrohir lay 
down on the carpet, curling up to her lap as his arms 
wrapped along her waist and his head rested on her thigh. 
And something Elladan had never noticed before caught his 
attention this time, as Tywien´s fingers soothingly stroked 
the dark mane of hair cascading along her legs to have 
Elrohir purring like a kitten in no time. She loved his 
brother, but she was not in love with him…
 
“I did not mean to get him drunk,” she explained, feeling 
obliged to give some kind of explanation to Elrohir´s older 
twin.  
 
“How many did he have?” Elladan asked shaking his head 
slowly at the sight of his drunk brother curled up on the 
maid’s lap and demanding with each purr for the tender 
strokes in his hair not to cease yet.
 
“Good… ni..g…ht.”
 
“What?” she asked, frowning in concentration as she bent a 
little to hear the slurred words from closer and hopefully 
more clearly. 
 
“Glory… night… have to… tell… night…kiss…”  
 
“You will see him in the morning, try to sleep a little 
now,” she asked quietly, wishing to calm him enough with 
her voice for Elrohir to fall asleep before smiling back at 
him. Elrohir glanced up at her with a sweet sleepy smile 
and settling back in the nestle of her lap, passing out 
instantly. 
 
“That,” Elladan started to speak as he looked up to face 
her again, “is why he never drinks,” he stated dryly, 
taking Elrohir´s abandoned drink and swiftly emptying the 
glass, grimacing noticeably. “And this does not even taste 
good.” 
 
“It’s because you are suppose to accompany that with salt 
and lemon,” the young maid explained quietly.  
 
Frowning, he looked back at her. “What do you mean?” 
 
Carefully so as not to wake the elf resting curled up to 
her, she reached for the still filled glass and the 
required elements as Elrohir managed to deal with the 
sudden lack of soothing caresses to his hair by complaining 
quietly in his sleep. “salt, drink, lemon,” she explained, 
before demonstrating how that alcohol beverage should be 
drunk. “Easy.”
 
Taking a deep breath, Elladan imitated her moves before he 
settled the emptied glass on the blanket with e muffled 
sound.
 
“Better?” 
 
“You will not get me drunk though,” he joked for the first 
time, with her peering up once he had managed to stop 
grimacing and starting to fill the glasses again. “I can 
handle more than four glasses of this.”
 
“Does that mean I will have to go back to the cellar to get 
more?” she asked, amused. Frowning at him, she waited for 
her answer.         
 
Laughing, Elladan shook his head, “You will make me believe 
that you do want me to be drunk.” He smirked, naturally 
meeting her eyes to find something glowing in them, 
something he did not recognise.  
 
“Glorfindel?” Elrohir called to the air, moving a little 
until the tender moves on his hair were resumed. 
 
“Is it true, that you see things? Sense them, as my father 
does?” the oldest brother inquired carefully, well aware 
these were delicate topics of conversations. Especially, 
for those having the visions. 
 
Nodding slowly, Tywien looked at the sleeping elf and 
sighed. “Sometimes, I see things, other times I only sense 
them.”
 
“As when you told me I was going to have children? Do you 
sense that?” Elladan asked puzzled and needing to know what 
had been that about. He didn’t was to admit that the 
statement had scared him a little as he knew better than to 
give up one of this gifted elf’s visions. 
 
“I did not say you were going to have children. I only said 
I sensed unborn life in your future,” she clarified 
quietly, glancing up to meet his eyes. 
 
“But, what does that mean? To me it means I will get 
someone pregnant and she might not get to have the baby,” 
he stressed, shaking his head and wishing for some kind of 
explanation. 
 
“That might actually be it. But we never know what the 
future has prepared for us, so my premonitions might end up 
meaning nothing with the passing of the days… let us say, 
you do meet this maid but lose that one chance you had to 
take the path in your life that I sensed, then my words 
will end up being nothing…”
 
“So all depends on my actions,” the oldest twin concluded 
and run a hand along his ebony hair when she nodded. “Then 
what did I do for Firnloos to sleep with another one when 
he was still with me?” 
 
“The future within a couple is a thing of two paths, not 
just one…and I think, no matter what he thinks you might 
have done, that does not justify his actions…It is a matter 
of respect but that is something males do not usually 
understand.” Shaking the thought out of her head, she met 
Elladan´s eyes. “You still want him,” the elven maid smiled 
sadly, averting her eyes. “Perhaps, I can help you get his 
attention back,” she offered quietly and sensing the 
other’s curiosity, she leaned back against the chair behind 
her. “There was a girl back in Mirkwood who had a boy-
friend. She was in love with him, but the fact was that he 
was in love with another girl. He believed so for a year or 
so until she was courted for a new candidate, and then he 
realised his true feelings regarding her…” 
 
“And how does this story apply to me?” the oldest twin 
asked, sprawling over his side of the blanket and resting 
his head on his arm to peer at her from there. 
 
“Well, he might want to be with you again if he thinks you 
are with somebody else. He…” She cut her own speech at the 
following words, not sure she should be talking of this 
with a male, much less Elladan. “He is not very pleased 
with his current lover, and he was watching at you today in 
the stables.” 
 
“He was?” He grinned, suddenly interested in whatever 
*this* maid could have in mind. “So, what are you saying? 
Exactly?” 
 
“If you pretend to have a new lover, his instincts will 
tell him to try and see if he can get you back.” 
 
“What makes you so sure? How are you so aware of how male’s 
instincts work?” he asked, arching an inquiring eyebrow, 
which made him look as charming as his father. 
 
“I grew up among males, and, from time to time I do use my 
eyes,” she joked, cocking her head to the side as she 
recalled Elladan´s not long said reproach. 
 
“Why...,” the oldest twin found his question to be 
interrupted as his brother squirmed under his blanket 
curling up closer to her whilst calling for his beloved. 
“Will Glorfindel ever be with him? Can you see or sense 
something regarding that?” he asked, puzzled as to why the 
elda was making his brother wait. Elladan was positive the 
blond was in love with Elrohir but he was not sure he liked 
his brother to have a broken heart if that was not going to 
work, and time would only make the future pain worst. 
 
“Glorfindel, Glorfindel loves him as he has never loved in 
his life. That is one of the main reasons he is taking all 
this so slowly…” she assured the worried twin, after 
Elrohir wiggled in his place when hearing his loved one’s 
name. “He is also very afraid he will get hurt…He, suffered 
fairly in his past relationship…and I think he fears he 
would again if he dares follow his feelings as that one 
time.”
 
“Elrohir will kill himself before hurting him, how can he 
not notice that?” the dark haired elf asked, almost 
outraged. 
 
“He can not help it Elladan, his perception is blurred by 
fear,” she assured reaching to rest the palm of her hand 
over the other elf’s. “He does love your brother as he 
never thought he could…” 
 
Looking up, the raven haired elf found himself accepting 
her touch and entwining his fingers with hers while 
wondering why his name had sounded unique coming from her 
lips. “I love Glorfindel, but he better not hurt my 
brother.” He sighed before yawning. 
 
“Why do you not lie down and try to rest a little? You look 
tired.”
 
“I am tired,” Elladan murmured, wrinkling his nose sleepily 
and making her smile as he did when he noticed her curving 
lips. 
 
“Then you should try and sleep some,” she offered sweetly. 
 
“What about you?” he asked looking at the sound asleep elf 
on her lap. 
 
“I can not move at the moment,” Tywien giggled softly 
glancing down at Elrohir. “I will go to my chambers when he 
wakes…”
 
Shaking his head Elladan sat and stood, moving close and 
gripping his brother he easily picked Elrohir up in his 
arms to settle him on the bed, and sighed when Elrohir 
complained of being cold. Sliding by his brother, he 
wrapped his arms along the shivering body whilst kissing 
the dark locks tenderly, protectively. 
 
“Tywien?” Elrohir called in his sleepy, drunken state. “You 
kicked her out?” He frowned at Elladan as he focused his 
glazed eyes. “She is *my* friend and I love her!”
 
“I am here,” she assured moving by the bed with her cloak 
gathered in her arms. “You need to rest, so you can be able 
to see Glorfindel in the morning.”
 
“He won’t want me too… he… is always pushing away…” Elrohir 
pouted to the point of sniffling. “Stay,” he demanded 
tugging her arm while pleadingly looking at her with puppy 
eyes. “You stay.” 
 
Elladan nodded as she met his eyes and smiled when she bit 
her lip in thought. “It is alright,” he guaranteed with a 
nod and settled back in his spot behind his brother whilst 
she climbed onto the bed to lie down on it as well, once 
again, receiving the snugly form of her friend in her arms. 
What was it that Elrohir found so alluring in her arms? he 
asked himself, though he pushed his question away telling 
himself Elrohir had partly found the mother he had never 
had in her, while relaxing into his place on the bed and 
swiftly falling asleep. 
 
TBC… 
 
Falling into Temptation.
Chapter/ Part: 25.
 

~ * ~ Special thanks to beta Elaine ? ~ * ~
 
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Glorfindel knocked the door several times, getting no reply 
from the other side and, despite all reasonable thoughts of 
not being worried, he found his heart starting to miss a 
few beats when neither Elrohir nor Elladan seemed to be 
anywhere. It was awfully rare for the twins to miss 
breakfast, well, that was unless they had had a fight, but 
if so, he was fairly positive Elrohir would have come to 
him as he had all the previous times he was upset. 
 
Opening the door after a new knock, his breath caught in 
his lungs at the sight…
 
The missing elflings were curled up in Elrohir´s bed under 
the heavy warm blankets, revealing only their legs, though 
the brothers were not alone for Tywien was snuggled between 
them both. 
 
Swallowing hard, he took in the scene of his beloved 
spooning behind her while his arm wrapped around her body 
to rest on Elladan´s belly. His face was lost in the blond 
wavy hair … one of her legs, revealed from under the 
blanket was tangled with Elladan´s as well, and as well as 
Elrohir´s arm, her own was wrapped around the oldest twin 
as her head rested on Elladan´s chest. 
 
Shaking his head, he closed his eyes tightly as his hands 
fisted at the sides of his body. All this time, he had been 
right, this was what Elrohir needed, not him … so many 
things ahead in the young elf’s future, he had been a fool 
to think Elrohir could have actually be wanting to be only 
with him… 
 
“Glorfindel?” Erestor asked, moving close to the blond to 
gasp at the image of the snuggled up elves on the bed, and 
his mind could not stop wondering what had happened there 
during the night. Had the three of them? No that could not 
be… Realizing the elda had seen the same thing, he look at 
Glorfindel, whose face could not even dare to cover up the 
hurt and betrayal on those pale features. 
 
The golden haired elf looked as if his world had just 
fallen into pieces… “Glorfindel…” he murmured, wishing to 
say something to help with the pain in the other’s heart. 
“They surely fell asleep after a few drinks…” he offered 
quietly, noticing the other was not registering his words. 
 
“Can you please see to them? I… need, I have something I 
must attend to,” the golden haired elf mumbled clumsily 
before storming off the room with out even waiting for 
Erestor´s reply.  
 
Elladan managed to focus his eyes and noticed the 
distressed counsellor standing at their door. Blinking, he 
raised his head slowly, finding himself not able to move in 
the least, trying to see where Glorfindel was, but he was 
nowhere to be seen, but, he was sure he had heard the 
blond´s voice before… 
 
Complaining in his sleep, Elrohir rolled to his side, 
curling up under the blanket and yawning before he 
complained again, loudly as he felt a pinch on his 
shoulder. “Elladan!” he chided sleepily. Why was his twin 
bothering him when he was not even awake yet? “Let me 
sleep,” he mumbled. 
 
“I believe you have too much to order and clean for you to 
be sleeping late,” the Noldo elf stated dryly, staring 
warningly at the bed as he crossed his arms over his 
chest.  
 
The younger Peredhil´s eyes opened wide at the well known 
voice and his terrified eyes met his brothers as his head 
snapped to the side. 
 
“I think, Glorfindel might have seen us as well,” the older 
brother warned quietly tightening the embrace on the 
slightly younger maid as soon as he felt her move in the 
embrace. 
 
Gasping in horror, Elrohir stumbled out off the bed, almost 
falling as his feet tangled with the messed up blankets and 
coverlets. And before he could even notice, he was standing 
before Erestor who was looking icily down at him. “Please 
Erestor it is not what it seems,” he pleaded, shuffling in 
his place desperately as the advisor seemed more than 
reluctant to let him pass the door. 
 
Sighing softly, the dark haired elf shook his head slowly, 
showing his disappointment to the younger Peredhil and 
slowly moved to the side. “He went that way,” he helped, 
pointing to the southern hallway. “Try the springs and if 
not, the main waterfalls.”
 
Nodding absently, Elrohir stormed out off the bedroom, 
hoping he would find Glorfindel. He had to explain that 
whatever the thought, it was not right. That what he had 
seen was only them sleeping and nothing else… but he knew 
what his lover had thought and he also knew his heart had 
broken at the sight. 
 
Sighing, he stopped after having checked the springs with 
no luck, and he felt his own heart aching at the thought of 
Glorfindel’s pain being due to something that was not even 
true. Rubbing his brow anxiously he started running again, 
though this time he headed to the main waterfalls as 
Erestor had suggested, hoping he would be more lucky this 
time and would be able to dissuade whatever doubt his lover 
had.
 
“This room needs to be cleaned up,” Erestor pointed to the 
blanket on the floor and the discarded items resting on it. 
“Get up, clean that, and be ready to be summoned to 
Elrond’s study soon,” he stated, knowing this was way 
beyond his control to cover up.  
 
Sighing as Erestor closed the door behind him, Tywien stood 
from the bed before she went to kneel by the blanket and 
started to pick up some things. 
 
Almost growling at the scared look on the maids face, 
Elladan moved to kneel by her, not sure of why he was so 
unsettled regarding her being upset. “Ada will not be harsh 
on you,” he assured quietly. “He could never be, I do not 
see why he would start now.”
 
“It is, just, that he will inform my father about this… and 
I do not want him to know…He still thinks I have never 
tasted a single drop of alcohol yet…”the elven maid 
explained stressfully. “He will never believe this was my 
idea.” 
 
The oldest twin frowned, resting on his heels while 
wondering what else did this maid hide from her father. Not 
that he would ever admit this to Elrohir out loud, but the 
few things he was starting to discover were as Elrohir had 
been saying all this time. She was rather, interesting…
 
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“Do you think they have slept together?” Elrond asked with 
a serious frown as his lover had finished retelling the 
previous events. 
 
“No, I think not. For what I got to see they had a few 
drinks and then fell asleep… nothing else. They were all 
dressed and cuddled up together but then the fire was 
almost extinct and the room was cold.” 
 
“This was the last thing Glorfindel needed to see,” the elf 
Lord growled, distressed. “Just yesterday, I told him he 
could trust Elrohir not to sleep with anyone else if he 
dared to be with him, and today he finds him in bed with 
his friend and his brother. Why is it that Elbereth allows 
such terrible things to happen to us? Has he not had 
enough? Has he not been alone for long enough now? All 
these misunderstandings!” he complained angrily.   
 
“Elrohir will talk to him Elrond,” the Noldo elf assured 
soothingly. “As you told Glorfindel yesterday, he is not 
Gil Galad. He will explain and they will both see it was 
nothing to worry about.” 
 
“Still, Erestor why is that these things happen? Why 
*always* to any of us?” 
 
Sighing, the dark haired elf moved close to his lover, 
gathering Elrond in his arms. “The good thing about 
misunderstandings, is that they are just that… and the 
right words will always clear them up if the soul speaking 
them is untainted,” he explained, meeting Elrond’s eyes 
whilst caressing the other’s back quietly, knowing his 
beloved had more in mind that Glorfindel´s own problem at 
the moment. “Look at us,” he continued, “We have been 
through so much pain and we are still together,” he 
reminded wisely. “If they love each other half as much as 
we do, they will manage to solve this in no time.”
 
Resting his head on the other’s shoulder, Elrond embraced 
his beloved tightly, closing his eyes “I love you 
A´maelarain,” he whispered to the clothed shoulder. “More 
than anything.” he said before his head rose and his lips 
pressed to his lover’s.   
 
“I love you as well,” the chief advisor smiled adoringly, 
pressing his brow to Elrond’s before he parted at hearing 
the knock on the door. “I will tell them to come as soon as 
they are done.”
 
Sighing at the lack of contact, the elf Lord moved to his 
chair as the Noldo elf opened the door to reveal an 
expressionless Alanthir behind it. 
 
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After hours of unsuccessful  searching, Elrohir knocked on 
the door of his father’s study to find as soon as he opened 
it both his brother and Tywien were inside and looking 
utterly miserable. 
 
“Nice of you to decide to join us, Elrohir,” Elrond 
beckoned his son forward to stand with his older brother 
and his friend. “Now who will be the one explaining what 
happened last night?” he interrogated with a calm voice 
whilst leaning to sit on the edge of his desk. 
 
“Nothing happen Ada,” the younger twin explained 
stressfully. “We only talked and had a few drinks before we 
fell asleep.”
 
“We could have fallen asleep in the Hall of Fire if we had 
been there instead. It was only a coincidence we were in 
Elrohir´s room.” Elladan added calmly, having passed his 
father’s questioning far more than was needed.  
 
“You are all grown ups now, so I will go directly to the 
point.” He took a deep breath and faced the three unsettled 
elflings before him. “From the social point of view your 
actions are more than reproachable but I would be a 
hypocrite to claim things such as sex out of a marriage or 
binding do not happen every day…”
 
“*Nothing* happened Ada,” Elrohir repeated, almost whining. 
 
“It is not what might have happened the previous night but 
what might happen in the future Elrohir, this time you were 
not as drunk as to do anything you might regret but 
Elbereth knows if you will be so lucky the following time? 
What would have happened if either of you had slept with 
her and she had gotten pregnant?” he asked truthfully 
watching carefully for their reactions. “Those accidents 
are more than common, and more marriages than you imagine 
are born from this careless mistake. If you are ready to 
deal with the responsibilities a mistake as big as that one 
can lead to then go ahead and drink as much as you wish. If 
not I recommend you are more careful of what you do the 
next time.”
 
“We only had a few drinks, and the only one drunk was 
Elrohir,” Elladan stated calmly though a little bit annoyed 
his father considered them as irresponsible as he was 
making them sound. “And even though I see your point, I do 
not quite agree with it.”
 
Crossing his arms over his chest as determinedly as his 
oldest son Elrond glared at Elladan. “What is that you do 
not agree with?”
 
“First, I know how to drink and I have never in my life 
gotten myself drunk. Second, I think it is more than unfair 
that sex between a male and a female is censored before 
marriage, and third as you said we are all grown ups and we 
know better than to do anything as big as to create a life 
in such a casual way. Elrohir loves Glorfindel, I am still 
dealing with the fact that I had been left for a clumsy 
inelegant elf and she, well, I do not know her much but for 
what I can see she is cleverer than to allow anyone to do 
anything to her than she does not want.”
 
Elrond’s frown deepened noticeably as he considered the 
words and even though he knew his oldest son to be more 
cunning that he showed, he could still not help but to be 
surprised at the speech. Not even Erestor would have 
managed to reply so cunningly to his previous warnings so 
swiftly, well Erestor would, but besides his beloved there 
was none that came to his mind.  “I do hope you are right,” 
was the only thing Elrond could think to say. After all, 
the elflings were not elflings any more, they were grown 
ups now, and all they could do now was to learn from their 
mistakes and consider the warnings their elder mentioned to 
them…
 
Tywien could not help to stop staring at the oldest twin, 
had that one been the same Elladan she knew? Yes, he was, 
she thought as the dark haired half-elf turned to see her 
and smile reassuringly at her. *This* was him…
 
“Ada?” Elrohir asked, noticing his father was not going to 
scold them further, thanks to his twin’s eloquent speech. 
“Do you know of any place Glorfindel can be hiding from 
me?” he asked as soon as Elrond looked at him. “He saw us 
all, sleeping in my bed this morning and I think he might 
have misunderstood what he saw because we were all covered 
with a blanket but I have looked everywhere and I have not 
been able to find him.”
 
“Have you tried the streams and the main waterfalls?” he 
asked quietly, taking pity on his troubled son and at 
Elrohir´s nod, he sighed shaking his head. “If not there, 
he might be in our resting room, but if he is hiding from 
you as you say then I doubt he is there.”
 
“He is not there either, I checked there as well,” the 
youngest prince worried sadly. “And Asfaloth is in the 
stables so he has not left Imladris either.”  
 
“Then I do not know,” the elfling’s father said 
sorrowfully, shaking his head. “I am sorry, I can not help”
 
Sighing Elrohir looked at the floor at the edge of tears, 
he would die if Glorfindel did not listen to him. “Can I go 
look for him now? Are we finished here?” he asked and at 
his father’s nod he headed to the door hearing Elladan and 
Tywien behind him and thankful his brother would help him 
in his search, as unfortunately Tywien still had to meet 
Alanthir who had requested to have a few words with her as 
soon as the Lord of Imladris finished with them.      
 
“Good luck,” the oldest twin murmured as soon as they 
crossed the door. 
 
“Thank you, I think I need all luck I can get.” She smiled 
awkwardly sensing that Alanthir’s scolding would not end up 
as well as Elrond’s. “I will meet you both later.” she 
muttered even as she walked away them worriedly. 
 
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Minutes later she opened the door of her bedroom and, as 
she had been expecting, he was already there, waiting for 
her by the window. 
 
“What is that you wanted to tell to me?” she asked, 
inexpressively moving to stand by the drawer on the exact 
opposite of the room from his. 
 
Laughing softly, he looked over his shoulder predatorily 
before he strolled forward to where she was standing. “More 
important is what you are going to do for me to keep the 
truth from your father’s ears.” He grinned, pleased with 
the look on her face. 
 
“I will do nothing, for any truth that will come from your 
lips will surely be a distortion of the facts, if it is not 
directly a simple lie.”
 
“What did those princes do to you?” Alanthir asked, moving 
even closer, almost pressing his body to hers as he pinned 
her against the drawer, before quickly gripping her arm 
when she tried to move away. “So this is what you wanted? 
This was the reason for you to be so eager to visit this 
valley…”
 
“Let go of my arm,” she ordered coldly, staring warningly 
at him. 
 
“I see, you only relate with those in power, such as the 
sons of a Lord or the daughters of a king. Well, I tell you 
what. You will be mine whether you want it or not. Your 
father will bless our marriage as soon as he returns,” he 
assured. 
 
“Not in a million years will I accept to marry you, and 
take my word he will *never* consent to that as long as I 
refuse.”
 
Growling in frustration, he rolled her in her place and 
pushed her against the wall harshly, causing her brow to 
bleed as a cut was made just in the thin line were hair and 
brow meet. “Then I might have to start considering taking 
what I want…” he hissed to her ear while pressing his groin 
to her rear. “It is up to you.” 
 
Whimpering at the tight grip on her arms as Alanthir’s hold 
tightened even more, marking the pale skin under her dress, 
she closed her eyes as suddenly for the first time since 
she was little she felt vulnerable. 
 
Growling again as he had had absolutely no reply from her, 
he pulled back and away before he gripped her wrist and 
tugged her along. “You will soon reconsider, I am positive 
of that,” he assured, straightening her dress by her 
shoulders and frowning at the hiss of pain escaping her 
lips. “Things will be much easier as soon as you notice you 
already belong to me, instead of frolicking around with 
spoiled brats as you usually do. We will go to the healing 
house now, and if you tell what happened here, mind my 
words that I will not doubt be raping you as soon as the 
opportunity presents itself. I might prefer you to realize 
how much I want you but I will not doubt be taking my 
revenge if you betray me.”
 
Still confused on the sudden change she had witnessed in 
Alanthir, she let the other lead her to the door. She had 
thought this elf to be only annoying and horrible, but she 
had been wrong in thinking him powerless to set a hand on 
her. 
 
“Good,” he smiled, pleased at the submissive behaviour and, 
opening the door, he led the way to the healing house, 
though as soon as they reach the healing halls, Alanthir’s 
pleased face straightened as he noticed the annoying 
princes to be leaving the place as well. 
 
“What happened?” Elrohir frowned, moving close to his 
friend in no time to gently push away the lock of golden 
hair barely covering the gash on her forehead. 
 
“She fell,” Alanthir assured with a sigh. “I try to warn 
her about going to walk in the cellar with no light but she 
would not listen,” he explained quietly. 
 
Frowning at the explanation, Elladan decided to move 
forward as well, soon noticing something was not right. Why 
was this elf suddenly giving them an explanation when he 
had never addressed them before, and the few times he 
spared them a look had only been to made clear for them to 
stay out of his way and hers. And, why, was Tywien looking 
at the floor? Not even when Erestor caught them she had 
lowered her gaze. “Please, go get our father? We will make 
sure a healer takes care of the cut while you return,” he 
offered politely and serenely.  
 
“Nay, there is no reason to bother the Lord of the house. 
Someone else can take care of this,” the elder elf assured 
with a nod while tugging her further in and past the twins 
who had now decided to follow them.  
 
“I insist, father has always taken care of any of us since 
very little, and I am positive he will regret not being 
able to tend to this as well,” Elladan insisted carefully. 
 
Elrohir looked from his brother to the obviously annoyed 
elf, at a complete loss as to what was happening there, 
positive he had missed something but not knowing what. “Do 
you wish for me to go get papa?” he asked finally, looking 
at his friend who finally dared to look up and nod. 
 
“Please?” she asked softly, barely finding her voice as she 
felt the grip of Alanthir’s hand on her shoulder tightening 
noticeably. 
 
After a silent nod Elrohir hurried off from the healing 
hall to his father’s study, knowing as well as Elladan 
something to be seriously wrong. 
 
“Ada, can you, please come to the healing house? Tywien cut 
her brow and she is there with Alanthir but there is 
something wrong… and I do not know what,” he babbled 
altogether as he had run there as soon as he was out of the 
cold elf’s sight. 
 
Elrond and Erestor, who were silently working on their 
respective manuscripts look at each other before they 
quickly stood to follow Elrohir, sensing the elfling´s 
distress and haste. 
 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * 
 
The oldest brother almost sighed with relief as his twin 
appeared with both his father and Erestor. A healer was 
already cleaning the angry cut and nothing more had come 
from Alanthir’s lips so far, as the inexpressive elf stood 
by the bed while the healer worked. 
 
“What happened?” Elrond asked, moving by the bed to examine 
the cut himself as he had when she was little and frowning 
at it.
 
“She fell,” Alanthir replied before she could form any 
word, making the elf Lord look carefully at him.  
  
“He pushed me against a wall and I hit my head against it 
in the process. He said if I told anyone that he would hurt 
me even further,” she stated, looking hatefully at her 
father’s first man. 
 
Alanthir almost growled at the confession, he thought he 
had proved his point and made her fear him enough as to 
remain quiet, but he had been wrong. “She is lying, why 
would I do that?” he asked calmly, trying to cover his 
frustration. 
 
“Because you want to have me and I will not comply?” Tywien 
offered, standing to face him. “Because you are tired of 
asking my father for my hand with no positive result?” 
 
“You think more of yourself than you really are,” Alanthir 
snorted tensely, feeling all those present staring at him. 
“She is lying, will you believe a maid who acts as a slut 
would do, instead of a man who has had the trust of her 
father for so long? She is not what she seems to be,” he 
assured icily.  
 
“We believe her because, despite everything, we know she 
will never lie to us, much less on such an important 
matter,” Erestor spoke softly, wishing to push this 
disgusting elf to the wall and beat him senseless for 
having upset her with his words. “As you have said 
appearances are not always what elves are, but we do know 
her much more than you will ever will.”
 
Elrond looked at his lover, well aware of his irritated 
state, knowing and regretting that word still had that 
effect on him, knowing it was his fault Erestor reacted 
like that despite the fact that he was just as outraged as 
he was regarding this stranger’s words. “Please take him to 
the cell, we will discuss this with Alanthir when he 
returns and he will be the one to decide what to do with 
you. I could banish you from Imladris at this precise 
moment, but as a father I know I would like to see any 
possible attacker of my sons and make the final decision 
regarding him.”
 
“You will pay for this,” Alanthir hissed as the bigger elf 
took him by the arm to lead him away to the cell that would 
be his home for the following months. 
 
Bringing Tywien into his arms, Elrond embraced her 
reassuringly, swiftly noticing the slight gasp as she 
snuggled in his arms. “We will not let him close to you any 
longer. Do not worry about him,” he asked, pressing a 
tender kiss to her hair. 
 
Whimpering softly despite her strong will, she pressed her 
face to the warm robe, feeling Elrond’s arms tightening 
soothingly around her back and making her go back in time 
to when she was little and upset regarding a bad dream… 
Those strong arms were one of the first to cradle her close 
and sooth any distress away whilst cooing tender words to 
her as he rocked him in his arms. Erestor and Glorfindel 
had also taken care of her, but the elf Lord has always 
felt a little more of a father to her when her own was 
away. “I am alright,” she assured, taking a deep breath and 
parting from the caring arms. 
 
“Still, the healer will check on you,” the elf Lord pointed 
out firmly, beckoning the female healer to step closer. 
 
“I am truly alright, nothing a warm bath will not solve,” 
she reassured, though she sighed softly as the elven Lord 
frowned warningly at her, making her quietly follow the 
healer to a private part of the house. 
 
“Erestor, please write a letter to Alanthir retelling what 
happened. Elrohir, Elladan, keep her company and escort her 
to her rooms if she so wants it when they have finished 
checking on her,” he asked before retiring himself to go 
talk to the guards. He did trust his people but he still 
wanted to make sure they were careful with this elf as he 
felt unsettled regarding him. There was something about 
Alanthir that he did not like and it was not the fact that 
he was as cold as an ice cube; it was something he still 
did not know. 
 
“Go look for him,” Elladan muttered as he noticed his still 
worried twin. “He has to be somewhere within the house if 
Asfaloth is still in the stables.”
 
Shaking his head Elrohir sighed, “I do not want to leave 
her alone now. She will never say it but she is upset.” 
 
“There is no need for either of you to stay,” came the 
voice from the other room and from behind the dressing 
screens. “I am alright.”
 
“We know,” Elrohir assured shaking his head and looking at 
Elladan, “see, this is what I meant when I said she was as 
stubborn as you are.”
 
“I heard that,” she called, scolding her friend amusedly. 
“I am, honestly, alright. You should be worried for him 
instead of me. Now, go look for him. Don’t sigh, just go,” 
she stated, suppressing a hiss as the healer touched an 
already bruised area of her shoulder. 
 
Chuckling at Elrohir’s outraged yet defeated expression, he 
shifted his brother in his place and gave him a little 
push. “She is right; you should go and try finding him.”
 
Sighing, beaten, Elrohir headed to the door and out the 
healing wing to continue his search, once again remembering 
to hate the fact that he had hurt his beloved. 
 
“Does that hurt?” the healer asked her quietly while moving 
her arm gently, making her shoulder rotate slowly and 
frowning when she whimpered. “You will not be able to make 
any efforts with this arm for a couple of days,” she 
stated, checking the other bruises until she was done 
applying the healing salve to them and telling her she 
could dress again. She left the small examination box to go 
get a few herbs that would help with the pain when she 
needed to sleep. 
 
Nodding, she stood from the examinations table were she was 
sitting and a muffled whimper escaped her lips when she was 
reminded by a quiet move she could not quite use her right 
arm for a few days. Slowly and carefully, so as not to 
cause any necessary pain, she managed to set the upper part 
of her dress in place. 
 
Elladan, who had been quietly standing in the other room, 
started to pace as he waited and suddenly found himself 
stopping by the door jamb as he noticed the figure behind 
the dressing screen standing from the table gracefully. His 
breath caught up in his throat as he noticed the upper 
naked form illuminated by the candles from behind the 
screen, creating a perfect feminine figure in the form of a 
shadow against the pale ochre colour of the screen. 
 
He knew he should have turned away before, but the only 
thing that managed to make him look away was the imminent 
sound of steps coming from the hallway. 
 
Sighing, she gave up trying to button the only upper button 
of her dress and left the small cubicle to find the healer 
that had tended to her whilst considering the clothes she 
would have to wear until she was able to button her own 
clothes properly. “Elladan?” she asked puzzled as to what 
he was doing still there when she saw him standing near the 
door and looking outside. 
 
Shifting in his place he smiled warmly at her, “Are you 
done?” 
 
“No, I still have to… I thought you were gone already,” she 
commented, still surprised that the elf had stayed there. 
 
Shrugging a little, Elladan moved inside the other room and 
stood by her and pointed to the dress she was holding 
closed with one hand at her neck. “May I?” he asked 
quietly, referring to the button and carefully pushed her 
blond hair to her back as he carefully pushed the only 
button holding the dress to her body into it’s hole.  His 
eyes could not help but to travel along the parted fabric 
opening, loose and revealing part of her back. “I thought 
you might like some company,” he commented as she turned to 
look at him with a disbelieving look. “And before you say 
so, I know you are alright.” He grinned.  
 
Shaking her head with amusement, she smiled up at the 
oldest twin. “I am sorry but I am finding it a little bit 
difficult believing that you want to accompany me when one 
of your favourite tasks was going the exact opposite way I 
went.” 
 
“You are not turning out to be what I thought, you are… 
nice,” he concluded not believing he was actually saying 
this, especially to her.  
 
Laughing softly she smiled at Elladan again, shaking her 
head. “Well, thank you and do not worry, I will not say you 
just said so to me.”
 
“Good, because I would never acknowledge it,” he laughed, 
lifting his gaze to see the healer coming back with a pot 
of salve and some herbs. 
 
“Use these three times a day and the bruises will soon be 
gone, and use these if the pain does not let you rest at 
nights or whenever you need the pain to go away.” 
 
Nodding, Tywien took the offered items and gathered them 
carefully while nodding again when the healer asked her to 
return within two days to see the evolution. And following 
Elladan´s lead she left the healing halls to leave the 
gathered objects in her room. 
 
“I was going to go check on the horses, do you wish to join 
me?” Elladan asked, cocking his head to the side to look at 
her and he smiled when she nodded, never believing he could 
have ever say he was actually starting to enjoy a maid’s 
company. 
 
TBC…
  
Falling into Temptation.
Chapter/ Part: 26.
 
~ * ~ Special thanks to beta Elaine ? ~ * ~
 
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It was late at night and Erestor headed to the kitchens to 
check on dinner, not at all wishing to have his lover 
complaining about anything today. Elrond had been more than 
fussy this past week, not to mention anxious and edgy he 
considered, while brushing a dark lock of hair out of his 
eyes as it clumsily fell before them as he turned the 
corner of the hallway and saw a well known party of elves 
moving among the shadows created by the candles.  
 
“Erestor,” Celebrian smiled in greeting as she politely 
bowed to the chief advisor. “So long since I last saw you.” 
 
“My Lady,” he bowed politely, though he had already started 
to feel sick as he usually did when Celebrian was close. 
“Haldir, Rumil…” he greeted as well, bowing to each of the 
Lórien elves politely. 
 
“We were not expecting you, but I am sure your chambers are 
ready to be occupied as usual,” he assured the silver 
haired lady who smiled as if sweetly at him. Averting his 
eyes, he wondered how someone could manage to be so 
deceiving as she was, and he did have to give her credit 
for being good at that.  
 
“Oh, how unsettling, I did send a message announcing our 
arrival,” she sighed, stressed. “Either it got lost on its 
way or Elrond preferred not to mention it to you. Not to 
upset you of course…after all we had not planned to be in 
Imladris for three more days”
 
Nodding, Erestor suppressed the urge to reply to the 
pushing comment. “I am positive Elladan and Elrohir will be 
pleased, having their mother close,” he assured, hoping 
Celebrian would notice how terribly the twins still needed 
her. 
 
Nodding absently, she glanced back, ordering the rest of 
the party to leave her bags in her bedroom, murmuring she 
would be right there. “I only hope they do not intend 
getting me to go on a picnic with them again.” She 
grimaced, as she had had more than a hard time saying no to 
her children. 
 
Avoiding the dry comment, Erestor looked ahead, “I shall 
continue with my chores now,” he stated, starting to move 
unceremoniously away, not needing to pretend any longer as 
they had been left alone in the hallway.  
 
“Do not worry about informing Elrond, I will do so right 
now,” she acknowledged, grinning as she saw the dark haired 
elf leave saying no word. She knew, even though Erestor 
never mentioned a word or expressed it any other way before 
her; he hated her close to the half elven Lord. And she 
found her delight in torturing the Noldo elf, even if at 
the end she never got to do what she said she would. 
 
As soon as he sensed that she was no longer staring at the 
back of his neck, Erestor took a deep breath and closed his 
eyes. A new nightmare was about to begin…
 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * 
 
Haldir noticed Rumil´s eager eyes scanning in a detached 
way the place and sighed, shaking his head annoyed and 
worried. “You know how unlikely it is for Erestor is to be 
near Celebrian, and we have just crossed the door of her 
bedroom, Rumil. He will not be around…” he stated dryly, 
padding forward and absently ordering with a wave of his 
hand for his younger brother to do as well. “Honestly, I 
thought you had grown out of this idyllic thing you had 
with Erestor. Otherwise I would have never accepted 
bringing you here again.”
 
Rumil snorted at the tone of voice and eyed his older 
brother carefully. “You should really try to stop from 
using the older brother excuse to interfere with my life, 
Haldir.” 
 
“I *am* your older brother,” the taller blond reminded 
while shifting in his place to pin the other with a stare. 
“And I will speak my mind if I think something you are 
doing is going to get you hurt. You will crash your head to 
the wall again; he has already told you he did not want 
you. Besides, you have seen him with Elrond. They are soul 
mates. ”  
 
“Elrond does not deserve him,” the younger elf muttered, 
almost pouting as he tried to cover up the fear irradiating 
from his every pour. 
 
“But he is the one Erestor has chosen to love and fuck 
every night, and for the rest of their lives. Get it in 
your mind before you get hurt much, brother. Your feelings 
are not returned and never will be… Move on with your life 
and try finding someone that will make you happy,” the 
guardian of Lórien said harshly, trying to avoid the 
hurtful expression Rumil was casting back at him. Sighing 
annoyed and tired, he moved forward to embrace his very 
much younger brother tightly. “I would rather be the one 
been cruel to you than to let you be hurt worse by other’s 
deeds,” he whispered to the pale hair. 
 
“I can’t help but feel this way,” Rumil sniffled, burrowing 
his face in his oldest brother’s shoulder.  “I know he will 
never give up on Elrond, but I still need to see him and 
make sure he is alright… that he is as well as he can.”
 
Sighing again, Haldir started to walk whilst embracing his 
brother close to him in the process. “Let us go relax and 
prepare for dinner,” he whispered to the silky hair, trying 
to soothe the younger elf, knowing no matter what he said 
or did, Rumil would never stop feeling that way for 
Erestor. 
 
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“Are you so bored, you had come to do what you claimed you 
never would?” Firnloos sneered as he leaned on the rail to 
look at Elladan and his new girlfriend. “Or is it lonely?” 
he asked evilly, looking at her dismissively.  
 
“Neither,” Elladan replied easily, looking up from the 
horse’s coat as he stopped brushing it. “I only got tired 
of the bad company, I think,” he stated with a grin as he 
smiled politely to his former lover.  
 
“Oh, but you did not consider me bad company when you were 
inside me and you could do nothing but whimper my name over 
and over,” the younger elf smirked. 
 
“I am not positive what the reason is for this kind of 
behaviour. But I wish not to be around it any longer. So 
either you both stop fooling around now, or I will leave,” 
Tywien stated, a bit annoyed and looking at Firnloss. 
“Besides, why do you care what he does or does not do? You 
are no longer his partner and as far as I know, you are not 
even his friend.” 
 
The younger elf frowned at the comment which not only 
sounded harsh, but left the speaker as calm as the waters 
of a pond in the middle of the summer, and he almost 
growled when he found that Elladan was about to chuckle. 
 
“I think,” Elladan started quietly, whilst resting one arm 
over the steeds back. “I think, that your boyfriend does 
not approve of the fact that you are here, talking to us…” 
Elladan pointed out at the departing elfling. 
 
“Well, he might have a point,” Tywien considered out loud. 
“Considering it would not be the first time he cheated on 
someone, would you not have doubts too?” she asked, 
innocently glancing at Elladan, who smirked back at her 
before she smiled at Firnloos. “You better go talk to him, 
he might be confused,” she offered sympathetically. 
 
Watching his former lover walk away a bit annoyed, Elladan 
chuckled and shook his head. “My, Elrohir was right. You 
are one of the kind,” he mused looking at her, never before 
having heard a maid, better yet, a lady refer to someone 
that way. Not in public at least. 
 
“Well, thank you.” She grinned laughing softly and looking 
at Elladan. “You still want your revenge do you not?” she 
asked, moving closer to the steed and caressing his nose. 
 
“I am not positive I want to be with him again now. I had 
thought I did, but I am not longer sure…” Elladan said 
whilst, moving to sit on a bale of hay. “But I can not deny 
it will make me feel a bit better to have him interested in 
me, and being the one to say ‘no’.”
 
“The question is if you will be able to do so; when the 
time comes,” she said softly, before whispering something 
to the steed. 
 
“I will,” the oldest prince assured with a nod, confident 
he cared no more for this elf. Firnloos had been a lovely 
distraction and good bed partner but if the word lover 
needed to be applied with its all meanings to him, then 
Firnloos was probably the worst around. 
 
“Good. He does not deserve you,” she assured, glancing over 
her shoulder and smiling reassuringly at Elladan, who 
locked eyes with her and smiled back. 
 
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“Well, well, well,” the Lórien elf grinned whilst moving to 
the inner parts of the natural stream under the house. 
“Look who I have come to cross in my walk,” he murmured, 
smirking as the golden haired elda glanced up from the 
water to look back at him before standing. “It was most odd 
not to see you present for dinner. Erestor’s absence was 
normal considering Celebrian´s arrival… he tends … to 
vanish when she is here. But you, my dear friend… were very 
much missed,” he purred, moving close to the other blond to 
brush a finger over the smooth fabric of Glorfindel´s 
robes. 
 
Looking down, Glorfindel stared at the teasing finger 
briefly before he looked up again to meet Haldir´s eyes 
blankly.
 
“Ah, let me see… problems in paradise?” the Lórien blond 
teased. “You honestly did not believe a princeling´s 
infatuation to be more than that, did you?” He frowned and 
smirked shaking his head slowly. “You did…” He grinned and 
rested his right hand on Glorfindel´s left shoulder whilst 
lowering his shaking head in amusement. “Ah, Glorfindel; 
you are indeed naïve,” he mused. 
 
“Is that what you do to a *friend* when he is feeling 
depressed? Or this is only what you do to someone that has 
rejected you more times than you would like to register?” 
the golden haired elf retorted, well aware that Haldir was 
the last thing he needed to have happen on the worst day of 
his life, and not at all in the mood to deal with the 
Lórien guardian’s sarcasm at the moment. 
 
Laughing softly, the younger elf leaned close to the other, 
letting his lips linger near to Glorfindel with out 
touching them. “I always offered relief…and right now, you 
seem like you need some…” he purred softly and seductively, 
whilst noticing the change in the golden haired elf’s 
breathing. 
 
Elrohir froze at the image, and his body wavered a bit in 
it’s place as he noticed Haldir´s lips to be practically 
brushing his beloved’s. How could Glorfindel let the other 
get so close? How could he do this to him?! “Glorfindel?” 
he called, trying to remain as calm as possible, knowing 
part of this situation might be his fault and not really 
able to remain in his place and not to go push that blond 
imitation of an elf that was boldly wrapping his arms along 
his beloved’s shoulder. Glorfindel was *his*. Why was 
Haldir so close and embracing him, and *why* was the golden 
haired elf doing nothing about it?! “What is going on?” he 
inquired steadily. 
 
“What does it seem is going to happen, princeling?” the 
Lórien elf asked mockingly. 
 
“Nothing was going to happen,” Glorfindel assured stepping 
back from Haldir´s arms and looking at the floor, before he 
heard approaching footsteps and Elrohir was standing by 
him. Daring to look up, Glorfindel met the green, tender 
yet troubled eyes he so much adored, and could not help but 
remember why he had been escaping his loved one the entire 
day.  
 
“We need to talk,” Elrohir said softly, wishing to reach 
out to caress Glorfindel´s cheek but unable to as Haldir´s 
mocking and piercing eyes were settled on them. 
 
Snorting Haldir shook his head amused at the image. “Why is 
that you are looking at me so?” he asked as innocently as 
he could. “Do you think you are his first time? Do you 
think this one would have been *our* first time?”
 
“I do not care what this would have been because I am more 
than aware it could have never competed with what I have to 
offer him… So now, if you are kind enough as to let us 
speak in private,” the young prince asked quietly, and 
locked his eyes with the blond Lórien elf. 
 
“You are not what you think you are, princeling,” the 
guardian warned, noticing the tone of Elrohir´s voice. “You 
are playing with fire, trying to seduce an elda. You think 
you know him, you think you know what he would like you to 
do to him… But do you truthfully believe an inexperienced 
creature such as yourself if going to be able to satisfy a 
creature who has been living for millennia?” 
 
“This is enough,” Glorfindel sighed, noticing things were 
going out of hand. He could no longer stay quiet, besides 
for better or for worst he needed to speak to Elrohir, 
never minding the fact he still felt unable to face 
whatever Elrohir might have to say regarding the previous 
night or them… 
 
“I know, no matter what I get to be for Glorfindel, I will 
always be much more than you. For if the number of times 
your name had been pronounced by his lips has something to 
do with how much he cares for you…” Elrohir grinned pleased 
with the elder elf’s face. “It is not necessary to say have 
I never heard your name fall from his lips yet…” he said 
softly, enjoying more than he thought he would the other’s 
annoyed, hurt face as Haldir turned to leave the stream. 
“And Haldir, stay away from my lover.” He grinned again 
when the blond almost cursed under his breath. 
 
“That was unnecessary,” Glorfindel murmured whilst moving 
to sit on the stone bench by the water. 
 
“I do not think it was,” Elrohir stated with a frown, 
moving to sit by his beloved. “Well, alright, perhaps it 
was, but his attitude did not help at all. And to be honest 
I had to refrain myself from getting between you two and 
telling him to take his hands off you,” the young elf 
confessed, looking carefully at the blond who was still 
concentrating on the water. “What you saw this morning, was 
no more than that,” he stated, sighing softly. “We had a 
few drinks and we all fell asleep very early.” 
 
“Elrohir, you have nothing to explain. I told you to do the 
best you could for you and I can not think of anyone better 
for you,” the elda murmured painfully, still not daring to 
look at his beloved.
 
“But I do not want her to be my lover, I want you,” Elrohir 
stated. “I want only *you* Glorfindel,” he almost whispered 
as his hand reached to take one of the blond elf´s one. 
 
“I told you I will wait, and I meant what I said. You do 
whatever you have to do and when you are sure of what you 
want, and if it is still me. Then I will be here for you.”
 
“But I can not do whatever I want,” the younger elf chided 
frustrated. “I want *you* Glorfindel. I do not know how 
else to tell you that I love you, that I want to be with 
you for the rest of my life. How do you want me to say it? 
Tell me and I will,” he assured, pushing his hand free and 
standing to look at Glorfindel, who still had not dared to 
glance up. “You know, sometimes I think you are only making 
time with your excuses… Time for me to get tired of 
pleading you to be with me, time for me to give us up and 
leave you alone… Is that it? Is that what you are doing? 
Are you are only tiring me so I will leave you alone and 
your conscience will be clear from causing me any pain?”
 
Closing his eyes at the harsh yet pained words, Glorfindel 
swallowed tightly. He was not sure he could bear Elrohir 
talking to him like this. It was not that it reminded him 
of what he had suffered in the past but the fear of Elrohir 
coming to be as abusive as his former lover was in the 
future, if they ever got to be lovers… 
 
Perhaps it was him, after all. Perhaps he was the one 
getting on other’s nerves and causing them to scream back 
at him.   
 
 “I am doubting you love me as you said that night… that 
you might want me or find me desirable…” the younger elf 
sighed in distress, shaking his head sadly. “That is the 
only you make me feel when you push me away…” He bit back a 
whimper… “Is that it? Am I right Glorfindel? You lied to 
me?” he inquired almost pleadingly to the other. But no 
reply came; instead the blond only tangled the long pale 
fingers over his lap again. Not a word said, not a glance 
cast…
 
Hearing the hurt sigh, Glorfindel closed his eyes whilst 
listening to Elrohir leave. He had been a fool by not being 
able to say a word, by not telling Elrohir he did love him, 
more than he could ever imagine… sighing into the steamy 
air the blond elf stood and pressed his brow to the wall. 
If he could only erase the pain of both their hearts, if he 
could only turn back time and change their actions 
everything would be so different now…
 
But, did he truly want things to have been different? Did 
he want Elrohir to be able to look at him as if he had no 
right at all? ... Was he ready to lose the sweet adoring 
smile and kisses those tender lips could gift him with?
 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * 
 
Hours had passed and Elrohir was now starting to despair. 
Had he done right in chiding the way he did to the Elda? 
Had he managed to push him away? … Had he finally lost his 
beloved with such possessive actions?
 
Whimpering, the youngest twin closed his eyes and buried 
his face in his pillow. It was now past midnight and 
knowing Glorfindel he would never dare to come to talk him 
at this hour. Why was it so complicated for the blond elf 
to trust him? He questioned in thought, what was it that 
scared Glorfindel so much as to not let him accept the 
untainted, unconditional love Elrohir had to offer him?
 
*Elrohir?* suddenly the quiet, hesitant voice coming from 
the door caused Elrohir to sit, and his eyes gleamed with 
thankfulness when he noticed the golden haired beauty to be 
standing shyly between the practically closed doors. “I am 
awake” he smiled, wishing to run to Glorfindel´s arms but 
managing to wait to listen to whatever the other might want 
to say to him. 
 
Smiling sweetly, Glorfindel nodded and entered the younger 
half-elf’s bedroom and, closing the door behind him, he 
walked forward to the bed. “I am sorry, I acted this way,” 
he said shyly, sitting on the edge of the bed and tangling 
his fingers together to rest them over his lap. “I know I 
hurt you and I know it is not an excuse but fears seem to 
overwhelm me sometimes, and, I am unable to act either for 
good or bad regarding someone I care about. Someone I 
love,” he assured, daring to look at the dark haired elf. 
“I can’t seem to do more than to remain still and let the 
other say whatever he wants, or think whatever he wants, 
that I will not react…” He sighed softly, remembering too 
well what he had lived with his past lover. “I had told 
myself I would never take another lover again after my last 
one. Not a serious one at least,” He smiled sadly and tried 
to find the right words to continue his speech. “I …” He 
started and hesitantly stopped to feel a warm hand covering 
his tangled ones whilst rubbing a reassuring thumb over it. 
 
“Someone hurt you,” Elrohir whispered softly, hating the 
fact that someone might have caused any pain to his loved 
one. “And you are afraid, I will too.” he ended, trying to 
hide the pain in his voice. 
 
“I thought and I would never find anyone I would trust 
enough to want to be with for more than a couple of hours, 
but now that I have I am afraid history might repeat 
itself...” he cut himself short to look at Elrohir in the 
eye. “I suffered a lot, and even though I *know* you will 
never treat me like that I, sometimes can not help but to 
push you away. When I saw you in bed this morning ...” 
 
“That was nothing,” Elrohir soothed, hating to look at the 
usually self secure blond being so vulnerable. Yet glad 
Glorfindel was opening to him. “We were only sleeping.”
 
“I know, but I could not consider that idea at the time and 
it took me more than a few of your spats to understand it,” 
he murmured whilst blushing a bit, and smiling as Elrohir 
blushed too. 
 
“Tell me what he did to you,” the youngest Peredhil asked 
quietly whilst reaching up to cup Glorfindel´s cheek in his 
hand and brush a loving thumb over the taut skin. “Tell me 
how he hurt you and I will make sure I will never do it to 
you.”
 
“He lied to me,” Glorfindel started slowly, following the 
tender hand and granting himself the pleasure of closing 
his eyes to better enjoy the contact. “And with time, the 
tender words turned to always been harsh…the touching 
uncaring…” 
 
“Why did you let him hurt you?” Elrohir asked broken 
heartily and looking adoringly at the blond. “Why did you 
not leave him?” 
 
“I thought I was in love,” replied the golden haired Elda 
simply, and opened his eyes to smile sadly at the Peredhil. 
“And later on, his words felt true. Anytime he raised his 
voice, I could not help but think it had been my fault 
somehow… It took me centuries to realize it was not. And 
now, I look at you and I know that what my heart feels is 
nothing more, nothing less that unconditional love and I am 
afraid if I dare feel it I will end up been hurt somehow.” 
He sighed, distressed. “You have to understand I *know* you 
will never hurt me on purpose but you also have to 
understand I never thought I could be hurt that much in the 
past either.” Glorfindel tried to explain his best, hoping 
he had made some sense of his troubled words. “Do you still 
want me?” he asked hesitantly, knowing he had put the young 
one through much more than any other lover might need as 
proof of love, and well aware his every pushing away hurt 
the Peredhil deeply. “Even though I have proved myself to 
be so foolish as to hurt you the way I did; and to be as 
closed minded as to let my fears take over and make me push 
the one I love the most, away from me like I did?”
 
“I love Glorfindel. Even though I thought of you to be 
perfect when I was little, I know now it was a foolish 
idolization… I love you when you are closed minded and 
foolish and whatever else you think you might be… I love 
you. And as I said before, I do know my feelings to be 
real…” he assured with a warm smile lingering on his lips 
as his hand squeezed the elda´s hand. “To my eyes, and 
heart, you will *always* be perfect because there is no 
possible flaw my love for you can not override.” 
 
Leaning forward, he covered his beloved’s lips with his own 
for a sweet, adoring kiss, loving the way the elda´s arms 
wrapped along his waist pleadingly, asking him to move 
closer to the other’s body as Glorfindel´s lips parted when 
his tongue pleaded for permission.  
 
Tangling his fingers in the golden mane, Elrohir purred at 
the small moans starting to escape Glorfindel´s parted 
lips. And slowly and reverentially, as he would touch a 
bird, he lowered Glorfindel to lie over the coverlets of 
his bed. 
 
Never stopping the tender, yet inquisitive kiss, Elrohir 
straddled his lover on the bed and, pressing his chest to 
the elder elf’s, he rested over the slightly bigger body. 
 
Losing himself in the kiss, the golden haired elf embraced 
Elrohir tightly whilst the kiss deepened. And he could not 
help but to mewl delighted when the youngster’s body 
started to rub ever so faintly against his own. 
 
Breaking the kiss for air, Elrohir´s lips travelled to the 
other’s neck, spreading small butterfly kisses all over the 
taut flesh whilst his lover’s hands caressed every inch of 
his back. Then they surprisingly passed the line of his 
waist to grope the perfect round globes of his rear covered 
by the fabric his pants. “Glorfindel,” he gasped pressing 
back into the teasing hands before his own reached down and 
slid the thin shirt the blond was wearing up, to unveil the 
smooth chest which his eager lips soon granted with 
millions kisses. 
 
Closing his eyes in delight, the elder elf arched into the 
eager lips, and could not help but moan when a wicked 
tongue snaked out to lick an already erect nipple. Managing 
to raise his head only as far as was necessary; Glorfindel 
thought he could be unmade right at that moment, as the 
pinkish nub disappeared between Elrohir´s lips. “Elbereth,” 
he panted, allowing his head to fall back down as his lips 
parted in delight and his body arched. 
 
“I want to make love to you,” Elrohir breathed softly, 
meeting the elda´s eyes. “Do not deny me this night, 
A´maelarain,” he pleaded, sliding up the perfect body 
beneath him to press a sweet kiss to the now swollen lips. 
“Let my body love you as my heart does.”
 
Whimpering softly, the blond felt his hips bucking 
unconsciously up, to press to the elfling´s groin as he 
moaned faintly before kissing Elrohir deeply yet gently. “I 
want to make love *with* you,” he breathed to the parted 
lips as he noticed the Peredhil´s closed lids. “I love 
you.” He bowed heartily. “So very much, my heart aches when 
you are not near.”
 
Fluttering his eyelids open the youngest prince smiled 
devotedly at his lover and lowered his lips to 
Glorfindel´s. “I love you as well beloved. So much, you 
could never imagine,” he said reverentially whilst feeling 
tender hands sliding along his back, and pulling the thin 
shirt covering his upper body up. He could barely believe 
this was not a dream and that Glorfindel was actually 
removing his shirt, and, from time to time, when bliss 
swept over him in a wave, he felt as if about to wake up to 
his lonely bed. But he was not alone, not this time… The 
love of his life was with him, and he was not going to let 
him run away from him again. 
 
“What do you want?” Elrohir asked in a purr, as long, 
feathery like fingers hovered over the awakening skin of 
his naked back. 
 
“Should I not be the one asking you that?” the golden 
haired elf smirked, amused at the question and could not 
help to kiss his beloved again when Elrohir blushed. It had 
always been torture to hold back his kisses when Elrohir 
blushed just like this, and now he was pleased to find out 
those moments were finally gone. 
 
Panting softly the young elf locked his eyes with 
Glorfindel´s and shook his head slowly. “Nay, I know what I 
want. I want to know what *you* want.”
 
“What do you want?” the elder elf asked playfully and with 
curiosity whilst stroking the dark locks of hair. 
 
“I want to make you happy, I want to give you pleasure…” 
Elrohir purred quietly kissing the bare chest beneath his 
lips. “I want to take you; I want you to take me…I want to 
love you until you realise you can not live with out me by 
your side…”
 
“I already did,” Glorfindel replied smiling lovingly. “I 
have fallen into temptation long ago Pen Neth, with one of 
your tender smiles and loving glances… It was then when I 
realised, I could never, be able to live with out them…with 
out you.”
 
Elrohir closed his eyes, feeling tears forming behind his 
lashes as he heard his fondest wish come true. He knew 
Glorfindel loved him, he had always known it but, Elbereth, 
he had never known how much, he had never known Glorfindel 
felt so strongly for him, and he had never quite believed 
it possible. Hearing the Elda finally speak his heart to 
him was a bliss he never thought he could overcome…
 
Taking in a steadying breath, Elrohir´s damp lashes 
fluttered open, tears crystallizing on the tips and he 
suddenly surged upwards, crushing his lips to Glorfindel´s 
with a muffled moan of pleasure, this been the only way he 
found to react from his previous blissful trance. “I love 
you,” he whispered between deepening kisses and brushes of 
their bodies, before he pushed away to straddle Glorfindel 
to the bed at the same time as his hands reached for the 
elda´s. Placing them on the sides of his hips he gently, 
urged them to start sliding the soft fabric of his pants 
down.
 
The elder elf gasped as he was able to see his lover in his 
full bloom, he knew Elrohir was gorgeous but he never 
thought watching him like this, through lover’s eyes would 
be as if watching a fantasy came to life. The youngest twin 
was no less than perfect … “You are beautiful, Meleth Nin,” 
he worshiped as the palms of his hands brushed the smooth 
hips and thighs. 
 
Blushing, Elrohir smiled tenderly and, stepping out of his 
pants, he knelt by the blond, and slowly his fingers 
started to undo the lacings tying the other’s pants closed 
and he could not help but to moan as he saw his lover’s 
erection springing free from its confines. 
 
Taking a moment to appreciate the view, he smiled tenderly 
at the other, whilst his fingers teased a now naked thigh. 
“I am nothing, compared to you melamin,” he whispered, 
lowering his head to kiss Glorfindel again and thinking as 
always before he could never get tired of those lips 
against his own. “And now that I have you in my bed, naked 
as I often saw you in the springs at night, I do know why I 
did not push things further before…It would have never been 
this perfect.”
 
The golden haired elf felt his entire body aching and 
though desire and lust were noticeable feelings, he could 
also sense something, he had never felt before… Something 
he knew was love. 
 
Suddenly, the whispered words brought him back to reality 
and he soon found himself nodding to them before a wave of 
pleasure brushed over him when the shy fingers started to 
explore his hardening sex. 
 
The tip of the careful digit ran the line of the beating 
vein on his cock, from bottom to top, before it pressed 
over the small pearly droplet forming on the head of his 
member. And his eyes opened wide when the tip of that 
finger, carrying the droplet of his seed, ended between 
Elrohir´s lips. 
 
“I always knew you should taste good,” the youngest prince 
stated, delighted with the unmade elf on his bed.  
 
Closing his eyes tightly, Glorfindel clenched his hands on 
the coverlets and hoped he would be able to last… he hoped 
his years of experience would help but he also knew a 
single word from those lustful lips would make him come 
with not a bit of hesitation. It was not the touches itself 
that had him at the brink of climax, but the fact that it 
was *his* prince who was the one inflicting them. 
 
Feeling his own shaft twitch needfully, Elrohir whimpered 
softly before a tender hand brushed his naked thigh, 
getting his attention. 
 
“Lay down with me?” Glorfindel asked softly, urging his 
beloved to lie beside him by pulling gently on one slightly 
clenched hand. 
 
Once Elrohir was next to him, he shifted on his place to 
rest on his side and his lips soon found their home in the 
young elf’s as the palm of his hands caressed as much flesh 
as it found on its way. “May I?” he asked, but in a whisper 
as the tips of his fingers brushed Elrohir´s lower belly, 
and he smiled reassuringly at the young one’s nod. 
 
Elrohir felt secure fingers wrap along his erect shaft and 
whimpered softly, bucking up to them in need. Thinking of 
Glorfindel´s fingers touching him was enough to make him 
come, and now he was actually been touched by the object of 
his desire and affection he was hoping it would not be too 
soon… He needed to control himself… but it was so very hard 
to do so as he felt the gentle digits moving along the 
thick flesh between his legs and, from time to time, 
squeezing at the head, making him moan, begging wordlessly 
for more. 
 
Starting to shiver with need, the dark haired elf wrapped 
his fingers along the weeping shaft pressing with his thigh 
and, moving slowly to rest on his side as well as 
Glorfindel, he kissed his lover deeply. As both their hands 
worked only to bring them both the most pleasure they 
could. 
 
Whimpers and muffled kissed moans escaped their lips as 
they stroked each other to release, which came to both of 
them as a sating wave of warm, love and pleasure… It might 
have not been what either of them had thought for their 
first time, but for now this was more than enough… 
 
Wiping his sticky hand on the coverlet, Elrohir moved close 
to the blond, and wrapping a possessive arm along the pale 
chest, he whispered his love to the parted lips whilst 
pulling a blanket over them both. Wanting even more; now 
that he had been allowed to express his feelings, but also 
knowing, they had all their lives ahead them…
 
TBC… 
 
 
  
Falling into Temptation.
Chapter/ Part: (27/?).
 
~ * ~ Special thanks to beta Elaine ? ~ * ~
 
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“I thought your touch would feel similar to my own, but it 
felt so different…” Elrohir purred moments later, eagerly 
curling up closer and tenderly kissing the blond´s brow. 
“It felt so much more right than my own hand…”
 
Smiling blissfully, the blond elf looked up enough for 
Elrohir´s lips to be able to caress his own, and he moaned 
delightedly when the swollen lips wrapped over his 
possessively, kissing, as the wicked tongue slid between 
his eagerly parting ones. 
 
Moaning as if responding to Glorfindel´s whimpers, the dark 
haired elf lifted his leg to rest it over the blond´s 
groin, which to his delighted surprise was growing erect 
again. “You are growing hard again,” he purred into the 
kiss as a teasing hand travelled along the other’s back to 
the perfect buttocks.  
 
“I wonder whose fault that is,” the blond smirked, 
delighted to see the innocent expression. 
 
“I can stop, if you want me to,” Elrohir teased before he 
grinned. “Alright, I can not lie about that,” he snickered 
“I am weak regarding you, beloved,” he assured, pressing a 
hard, demanding kiss to the alluring lips he seemed unable 
to tire of as his entire body pressed against Glorfindel´s, 
letting his lover feel his own growing erection. 
 
“Good, for I am weak regarding you too,” came the soft 
reply as the Elda felt teasing fingers dwell on the cleft 
that formed between his rounded cheeks. “Do not tease me 
so,” he pleaded, biting back the urge to push back. 
 
“It is not teasing as long as you let me do what I have in 
mind…” the youngest twin replied, looking at his lover arch 
under his ministrations as muffled, helpless whimpers fell 
from his mouth. “Will you let me?”
 
“How could I deny you?” Glorfindel replied, closing his 
eyes as the teasing digit finally found it’s way among the 
globes of flesh to tease the entrance of his body with 
small circles and make him moan shamelessly in 
anticipation. “Are you sure?” he managed to ask brokenly, 
knowing he could deny no longer a thing to the youngest 
Peredhil. 
 
“I know what to do, but, I am still afraid I might hurt 
you,” the young elf finally confessed.
 
“You won’t Meleth Nin,” Glorfindel assured, almost 
promising. “I will tell you if something does not feel 
good,” he reassured, looking at the hesitant expression. 
 
“You promise?” Elrohir asked softly, leaning forward for a 
tender kiss as he pressed his groin to the golden haired 
elf’s, and smiled when the elda nodded, whispering a 
reverential *I promise* 
 
Smiling into the kiss, the young elf whispered reverential 
words to every patch of skin his lips found as his fingers 
kept teasing the small opening until the blond was swirling 
under his touch. “I believe… we will be needing oil…” 
Elrohir smirked, as he reluctantly parted only to find 
Glorfindel´s arms reaching out for him. “I will be back 
soon,” Elrohir smiled adoringly, feeling even better than 
he ever imagined from having Glorfindel´s arms seeking for 
him, for his body… “I promise,” he whispered to the golden 
haired elf’s lips before parting, as his beloved complained 
with a muffled whimper. 
 
Heading to the bathroom Elrohir went to the small cabinet 
filled with scented oils and, chewing his lip, he wondered 
which one to take. The lavender was his favourite, but then 
he consider it to be a bit strong for his lover’s tender 
skin and, brushing the tip of his finger along the bottles 
he decided that the vanilla scented one was just 
perfect…that one had always left a very soft scent on his 
skin the times he had used it, and it seemed just as 
delicate as his lover’s body.
 
As he hurried back to his room, Elrohir found himself 
looking at his own naked body, in front of a large mirror 
to one side of the large bathroom and he smiled, even 
blushing a little. He knew things would never be the same 
from this night on, as he would no longer be alone, he 
would have a mate… a mate he was determined to keep for the 
rest of his life…
 
“I thought you might have changed your mind,” Glorfindel 
pouted softly as Elrohir moved to the bed cradling the 
small phial among his fingers, and he could not help but 
smile beamingly when the young Peredhil shook his head with 
a grin. How had he been able to deny himself this? How had 
he been able to deny them both the pleasures of their 
touches and kisses? 
 
Grinning at the elf sprawled in his bed Elrohir beamed with 
happiness and he almost had to pinch himself, to make sure 
this was not a treacherous dream… 
 
So many times had he dreamt of the golden hair resting on 
his pillow when he woke, of that lovely body by his own as 
he woke from an unpleasant dream… and now, Glorfindel was 
there, and the blond was all his… “Never,” he smiled, 
climbing on to the bed and crawling to his lover, he 
wrapped his arm along Glorfindel´s body. “I love you,” he 
whispered, lowering his lips for a tender kiss. “And I am 
going to prove it to you,” he half joked with a wicked 
smirk as he brushed the tip of his tongue over his 
beloved’s swollen lip. 
 
Taking a pillow, he pushed it under Glorfindel´s hips, 
having previously asked the elda to raise his hips for him. 
And, whispering his lover to relax, he settled between the 
parted legs, as the blond glanced back at him with a tender 
smile. “Will be easier for me…” Elrohir explained softly 
before he bent to give a thoughtful bite to the ripe rear 
that his eyes seemed to find more than distracting. “Mine,” 
he grinned at the red mark of his teeth on the pale flesh 
and, lapping it, he reached for the oil bottle. 
 
Growling, the golden haired Elda pressed his temple to the 
pillow and closed his eyes as he felt the naughty tongue 
eagerly lapping his buttock before he felt strong, oiled 
hands sliding along his back, in perfect expert moves as 
Elrohir massaged it. Elrond’s teaching was patent in each 
move. 
 
The gentle strokes on his back and rear went on for a 
while, causing his entire body to relax, and only minutes 
later Glorfindel noticed the tender hands had concentrated 
on his buttocks, squeezing, and groping in a more teasing 
manner than before. 
 
“May I?” Elrohir asked as the muffled moans increased and 
his oiled finger teased the opening of Glorfindel´s body. 
And with more ease than he was expecting, he pushed his 
index finger into the warm passage, burying it deeply 
within with the blond´s approving nod. “You are so tight,” 
Elrohir mused aloud but in a soft whisper as he carefully 
leaned to kiss the hollow of his lover’s back and, 
stretching the passage as much as he could, he added a 
second digit to it. 
 
Closing his eyes in delight, the blond elf purred softly as 
his hips instinctively pushed up to meet the teasing 
fingers, and eagerly welcomed a third one a few seconds 
later. *Does that feel good?* the young prince asked softly 
to him. And Glorfindel could do no more than purr and nod. 
 
Later on, as the teasing digits explored the tight passage, 
Glorfindel moaned eagerly when the tip of one finger 
brushed his prostate and he felt swift hands hold his hips 
steadily as his rear pushed up absently trying to get 
further contact with it. 
 
“Soon beloved…” Elrohir whispered soothingly brushing, 
silky fingers over the other’s waist, trying to distract 
his lover from the retracting digits. 
 
“Are you sure?” the elda asked brokenly, glancing back over 
his shoulder to meet self secure green eyes, and Elrohir´s 
smile answering his question; Glorfindel soon found himself 
smiling back even as he arched welcomingly against 
Elrohir´s body carefully sprawling over his back… pressing 
flatly and temptingly over him…  
 
“I love you,” Elrohir whispered to the awaiting lips before 
pressing his own to his lover as the tip of his shaft 
teased the already stretched opening. “Are *you* sure?” he 
asked moving faintly his hips, to let the other know he was 
ready. 
 
“More than ever,” the golden haired elf replied, lost in 
the sensations his lover created for him, and feeling the 
thick, hot flesh slowly yet pleasantly impaling him, until 
Elrohir was buried to the rim. 
 
Both elves took a minute to enjoy this, this being together 
for the first time, being bound to each other through such 
intimate liaison. Until, whispering his love to 
Glorfindel´s pointy ear, Elrohir slowly and lovingly 
started to thrust almost hesitantly into the tight passage 
whilst letting his shaft stroke the clenching walls with 
each move…  “You are mine… Glorfindel… Nobody will ever… 
hurt you again…” the prince vowed as he kept the loving 
motions. 
 
Swallowing tightly, the blond reached back to rest a gentle 
hand on the perky rear and he could not help but go through 
the library of memories swarming his mind to try to 
remember a similar time to this one. A similar lay, as some 
would say… and he found none… lots had been similar; but 
the love they were sharing was unique. 
 
They growled, moaned and whimpered as they rocked in 
unison, craving for what was still to come, their hands 
seeking out under the blessing of the candlelight for a 
patch of skin to caress… their lips… sought for each 
other’s in the shadows of the room… 
 
With the passing of endless minutes, both elves found their 
climax, one’s actions triggering the other’s as promises of 
everlasting love were finally shared…
 
“I do not want to move,” Elrohir breathed softly, as he 
rested his brow on the blond´s shoulder. “Ever…”
 
“You do not have too,” the golden haired elf assured softly 
as a sated blissful grin found its home on his lips. 
 
Smiling, Elrohir closed his eyes after having pressed a 
kiss to the sweaty back, and resting his head on his 
beloved’s back, he allowed them both to enjoy their 
closeness as long as the night was still ruling the sky… 
 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 
 
Raising his eyes from the book with the natural click the 
door knob made when twisted, the elf Lord saw his lover 
finally entering their bedroom. Apparently Erestor had 
already heard the news and started to hide in his favourite 
*holes* “I thought you would be coming to bed early 
tonight,” Elrond said calmly, pushing his own issues aside 
and trying to see why the Noldo elf reacted in such an 
extreme way when Celebrian visited them. “In fact, I 
thought you would be already in bed when I got to it,” he 
said softly, closing the book and resting it on his lap. 
 
“I got distracted,” Erestor mumbled absently whilst 
starting to strip from his daily garments. 
 
Nodding with resignation, the half elf looked at the 
undressing elf and sighed softly whilst sliding down the 
covers. “May I ask with what? Or should I ask who?” 
 
Shifting in his place, the chief advisor shot a warning 
glance at his lover though, soon noticing Elrond’s 
distress, he himself sighed and calmed. “I am sorry, but I 
went to the eastern garden and lost track of time,” he 
explained softly. “And before you think otherwise, yes I 
was alone…” he said quietly, shifting in his place again 
and grabbing his sleeping pants he pulled them on swiftly 
before he climbed into the bed and settled on his side. 
 
“Why is that you hide like this Erestor? You do know you 
make me dislike her visits even more with you reacting like 
this to them. Do you not?” Elrond asked, troubled as he 
looked at Erestor snuggling to the complete opposite side 
of their bed and, realising he would have no reply from the 
other elf, he left his book on the small table on his side 
of the bed and blew the small lamp out. 
 
“Will you stay all the way over there?” the elf Lord asked 
endless minutes later, as he had already settled on his 
side and the younger elf had not yet made any move that 
would let him know Erestor would finally relax and get 
closer to him. He could certainly deal with Erestor wishing 
some space, but the Noldo elf was practically falling from 
the bed. 
 
“I am tired Elrond, I only wish to try to sleep a couple of 
hours before I have to get up…” the advisor replied 
wearily, with a tint of sadness on his voice as he had 
noticed the longing in the other’s voice clearly. But, as 
whenever Celebrian was close to them, his heart 
automatically froze a little, making him unable to 
physically respond to such simple situations as this one.   
 
“I am not telling you to climb over me Erestor; I am asking 
you to get a bit closer. You seem like you are going to 
fall from the bed,” the half-elf finally snapped. 
 
Shifting under the covers, the advisor moved to Elrond’s 
side and looked at the other in the eye. “Better?” he 
asked, a bit annoyed, meeting Elrond’s matching eyes. “Will 
you let me sleep now?” 
 
Sighing with distress, Elrond nodded silently, wishing to 
reach out and say he was sorry but unable to do so at the 
moment. Why was it that Erestor changed so much while 
Celebrian was with them? He always ended up missing his 
lover at the end, as Erestor would choose to disappear 
alone more than share time with him. 
 
Watching Erestor fall asleep, Elrond swiftly followed, 
though not much time later he woke with a scared yelp and 
shake of the bed to see the dark haired elf waking from a 
nightmare. 
 
Reaching out automatically, the dark haired half-elf placed 
a caring hand over the bare chest only to find his lover 
shrug at the touch and look at him as if he were death 
itself. “It is me Erestor,” he acknowledged softly and 
soothingly. “It was a nightmare.” 
 
“It was not a nightmare,” the advisor chided angrily, 
standing from his spot and moving to the chair where his 
clothes rested.
 
“Erestor, it *was* a nightmare, you were sleeping.” Elrond 
assured distressedly, leaving the bed as well and following 
his lover’s moves. “Please come back to bed,” he pleaded, 
already knowing that was not going to happen.  
 
“I want to be alone,” Erestor cut his beloved short. “Leave 
me alone Elrond, I am not in a good mood and will say 
something I will regret later,” he asked whilst shrugging 
again, as he felt a hand grabbing his arm tightly, 
obviously worriedly.  
 
“Erestor?” Elrond inquired with a disbelieving frown at the 
shrug. It has been long time since his loved one reacted 
like this to him, and it still felt as if a blade was being 
buried into his heart. But the advisor did not care about 
his pain, for Erestor swiftly fled out of their room, 
slamming the door behind him and leaving a shocked lover 
behind. 
 
* * * * * * * * * * * *
 
Erestor wondered along the dark passages, and even though 
he was able to look ahead, all his eyes could see at the 
moment were the faces of the ones that had ruined his life 
long ago. He shivered as if he could still feel those 
filthy hands blatantly touching his body, and he almost 
screamed when he felt the intrusive flesh taking him hard 
and deep. It was not a dream; it was something that had 
truly happened to him. 
 
With the passing of the years, the dark haired elf had come 
to remember a bit more of the past events, and even though 
he still saw flashes he was able to pull them together to 
get a bigger image of it. Which Erestor was no longer sure 
was the healthiest of things anymore. It was something that 
was slowly driving him crazy…
 
He could barely stand Celebrian before, but now he only 
wished for her to suffer half of what he had been through, 
half of the pain that he felt as he refused to head to 
Mandos because of his broken heart. He wished for her to 
pay… 
 
Shifting through the hallways, the dark haired advisor 
headed to the weapon’s room and, taking, a random quiver 
and some arrows, he headed to the practice yard where he 
fired at speed into the marked blank until his quiver was 
empty.  
 
“Marvellous aim,” Haldir murmured from his spot in the 
shadows and raised both his hands in a truce as the dark 
haired elf shot him a warning glance. “It seems to me you 
are more than *troubled* enough for me to be picking on you 
at the moment,” he said quietly and moved closer to the 
Noldo. “I would ask if you are alright, but it is rather 
obvious you are not,” the Lórien elf said honestly, and 
closely looked at the other. 
 
“What do you want Haldir?” Erestor asked, moving to 
retrieve the practice arrows. “I have long left your 
brother alone, why do you even bother talking to me?” he 
spat angrily. “Let me be.” 
 
Frowning in worry for the enraged elf, Haldir watched 
Erestor go as the other disappeared among the shadows of 
the trees, obviously wishing to be alone, despite Haldir 
thinking otherwise.  
 
Walking soon become running and Erestor rapidly found 
himself climbing up the river to the main waterfalls, that 
noisy place being the only one that managed to ease his 
troubled mind. Hopefully the murmurs once whispered into 
his ears would be muffled by the raging water as it fell. 
 
As high as he could get up the mountain he climbed, trying 
hard not to make a misstep that would make him fall into 
the heart of the river, before he sat on the very edge of 
the last rock, to see the raging water fall at his side, 
soaking him wet.
 
He could see the entire valley from there, even Elrond’s 
bedroom window. *Their* bedroom window… the twin’s rooms 
were also visible from there, well their windows at least… 
and he had to wonder what was Elrohir doing with the light 
still on so early in the morning… Sighing and feeling 
relieved, he closed his eyes and let the sound of the 
roaring water falling by his side and the wet breeze soothe 
him, as nothing else could… and, allowing himself to become 
lost in them, he curled up on the wet rock to watch the 
fading stars. 
 
“Erestor?” Elrond called, almost panicking as he saw his 
lover curled up on the edge of the rock which hung 
precariously over the cliff, and his heart would have 
stopped beating if he could have recovered his pulse since 
the time his eyes had settled on the resting figure.  What 
was Erestor doing there?! He asked himself and his mind 
could only think of one reply that he did not dare to think 
about. “Erestor?” he called again, trying to beat the sound 
of the water, and he worried even more as his lover raised 
his head wearily to look at him. Erestor looked tired and 
weary of the years that lay heavily on his shoulders. 
“Please come here…” he pleaded. “Please…”
 
Sighing softly, the advisor looked at his hands and felt 
guiltier than he already did regarding his beloved. Not he 
had only been harsh to him when he woke, but he was now 
scaring Elrond to death by making him think he wanted to 
kill himself; because, despite all the things Erestor told 
himself, he himself was not sure whether he was trying to 
leave to fate what he, himself, sometimes did not feel able 
to do. 
 
Standing carefully and heavily, for his clothes were 
entirely soaked, the chief advisor walked as gracefully as 
he could over the grey stones until worried, loving arms 
enfolded him in a tight embrace that barely allowed him to 
breathe. 
 
“I am alright,” the Noldo elf mumbled with exhaustion, but 
soothingly, as his own arms wrapped along his lover’s warm 
body. “I am alright…”
 
“You could have fallen into the void, Erestor,” Elrond 
reproached angrily pulling slightly back from the embrace 
and making sure the other was not injured. “What were you 
trying to do?! For Elbereth’s sake, Erestor, you know that 
rock could fall anytime. Is that what you want? To die?” he 
reproached, as a mix of emotions swirled through his heart 
and mind before he wrapped his arms tightly along Erestor´s 
body again. 
 
 “I could not think, and … the sound of the water relaxes 
me… it… muffles my inner voices somehow…” the advisor 
babbled guiltily. “I did not mean to scare you…” he 
whispered honestly, meeting his lover’s fretted eyes as he 
started to feel cold. 
 
“Let us go inside and change you into warm clothes,” the 
half-elf soothed, wrapping his own robe around the Noldo 
elf’s body even as he started to lead the way back to the 
house. 
 
“I am sorry …I was harsh… to you … this morning…” the chief 
advisor shivered, despite Elrond’s warm body practically 
wrapped around his own. “I did not... mean to be mean to 
you…”
 
“It is alright Meleth Nîn, I have already forgotten that; 
but next time you need to listen to the sound of the water 
to relax, sit by the tub and open the tap,” the elf Lord 
joked despite his worry as his fingers gently and 
possessively brushed over Erestor´s pale throat, and he 
smiled as he heard the small chuckle. 
 
“I am sorry,” whispered the Noldo elf again, looking with 
puppy-guilty eyes at his loved one before Elrond nodded and 
kissed him softly, letting him silently know everything was 
alright now. Slowly due to Erestor´s shivers, both elves 
managed to get to the house, and hopefully soon Erestor 
would be immersing in warm, steamy water that would make 
the unpleasant shivers go away… 
 
TBC…
 
Falling into Temptation.
Chapter/ Part: (28/?).
 
- Special thanks to Beta, Elaine ? -
 
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Elrohir yawned in his sleep as he curled up closer, and a 
small smiled formed on his lips as he sensed the relaxed 
figure by his side. Glorfindel was still there with him, 
sleeping by his side. The young twin’s arms wrapped even 
more possessively around the elda´s resting figure as if he 
would never let go again.
 
Blinking his sleepiness away, he looked at Glorfindel with 
caring eyes and, pressing even closer, he brushed a soft 
kiss over the slightly parted lips. *How could they hurt 
you before?* he asked himself watching the noble elf sleep. 
How had Gil Galad been able to neglect Glorfindel the way 
he had done?
 
Smiling into the kiss, the Elda slowly woke to find his 
former charge almost on top of him. “I wish I could wake 
like this for the rest of my life,” he whispered, embracing 
Elrohir closer and tangling his fingers in the dark mane as 
he brought the young elf closer for a kiss. 
 
“Be careful what you wish for,” the youngest Peredhil 
teased, brushing the tips of his fingers over the pale 
cheek as he admired his sleeping lover. “I might actually 
grant you your wish,” he murmured before pressing a new 
kiss to Glorfindel´s lips. “Do not even dare say we should 
go slow;” he smirked reading the golden haired elf’s mind. 
“We have been slow all this time, we need to regain some.”
 
“So your suggestion would be?”
 
“You never leaving my bed again would be a good start,” 
Elrohir grinned smugly and naughtily, making Glorfindel 
chuckle softly. “There are so many things I yet need to 
learn,” he smiled, cuddling into the waiting arm that 
enfolded his body as soon as he leaned forward to rest his 
head on Glorfindel´s shoulder. 
 
“Then I shall make sure to tutor you in the field of love 
making as well,” purred the blond, kissing Elrohir´s head 
tenderly before big green eyes twinkled back him. “I love 
you,” he murmured, enthralled by the bright orbs, causing 
his lover to smile brightly as Elrohir caressed his bare 
chest with absent fingers. 
 
“I love you as well Glorfindel,” smiled the young prince, 
pressing a kiss to the other’s chest and, growling softly 
at the insistent sound on the door, he reached for the 
sheet to cover Glorfindel greedily before he glanced at the 
opening door. “You will never wait until I tell you you can 
enter right?” he asked Elladan, a bit annoyed.  
 
Stopping in his place as soon as he crossed the door 
Elladan hummed and grinned widely, happy with his twin’s 
progress regarding the object of his affection. “I might 
have to learn from now on, I would never wish to interrupt 
anything you might be doing…” He snickered, noticing his 
tutor blushing swiftly. “Nor see for that matter,” he 
joked, grimacing a little before he smiled again. 
 
“What is that you needed to tell me?” Elrohir asked with a 
sigh whilst sensing his lover tensing slightly with 
Elladan´s presence. 
 
“Actually I was looking for Glorfindel, something told me I 
might found him here if not in his room,” he said, grinning 
a little and looking at the golden haired Elda. “I would 
have never interrupted, if it had not been important,” he 
specified truthfully, leaning on the open door and looking 
at the happy couple lounging in bed. Aye, he wished he had 
someone to hold during the night and to wake to in the 
mornings… “Ada told me to find you and to ask you to take 
care of his meetings during the morning. That he would 
either see you in his study after lunch, or he would send 
for you as soon as he could. That he needed to talk to 
you.”  
 
“Did he tell you what he needed to talk to me about? 
Alright, I will see to that then,” he nodded, smiling 
gently at Elladan before the oldest twin bowed and closed 
the door behind him. 
 
“I guess this spoils my keeping you in my bed,” Elrohir 
complained with a small pout not letting his lover move yet 
as he wrapped a leg over the elda´s. 
 
Smiling at the possessive behaviour, the elder elf wrapped 
his arms around the young body. “What if I promise I will 
make it up to you tonight, as soon I can get away from any 
possible unimportant situation that tedious life can 
present me with?” 
 
“You better;” smirked Elrohir before kissing Glorfindel 
deeply and reluctantly, letting the other free. 
 
Chuckling softly, the blond pressed a new swift kiss to 
Elrohir´s lips and hurried off the bed, too worried as to 
what might have happened to feel tempted to stay longer in 
bed. Elrond not attending the morning meetings was not an 
event that took place often, and Glorfindel could only 
think of one reason for the half elf to fault his duty; 
Erestor. 
 
“We will make sure to be able to stay in bed next time,” 
the blond said softly, leaning to lazily kiss his lover as 
he stole a caress from Elrohir´s fingers. “I love you,” he 
assured, brushing his nose against the dark haired elf’s 
and smiled sweetly before leaving. “I should be in my study 
for the most part of the day,” he informed, leaving before 
he delayed himself more, and feeling guilty for leaving 
Elrohir alone after their first time of lovemaking, but 
sometimes there was no choice in the matters at hand. 
 
Growling softly as the door closed, Elrohir shifted in his 
bed, pressing his face to the pillow the blond had used, 
and grinning sillyly, he considered the idea of already  
missing his beloved when he had left less than a second 
ago. “You are impossible Elrohir,” he laughed quietly to 
himself, embracing the pillow and losing himself in 
Glorfindel´s sweet perfume.
 
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“I am not going to drown myself in the tub, Elrond; you can 
go to the meetings, the others must be annoyed enough with 
me not attending already, as for you not to attend either,” 
Erestor muttered as he glanced at his beloved kneeling by 
the tub. “I will be alright, Meleth Nín. I promise,” he 
assured, leaning against the side of the tub and resting 
his chin on the border to look at the elven Lord. 
 
“You better be; I have no idea what would I do with out 
you,” the elf Lord said, smiling kindly as Erestor reached 
out to push a dark lock of hair off his face.
 
The advisor thought he could almost read the half elf’s 
mind, he could see his lover did not believe him when he 
said he was not going to kill himself. 
 
“I really wish you could trust me, and tell me what is 
wrong in your life. I am not saying I will be able to solve 
it, but at least I would be able to try help.” 
 
Noticing the pain and uselessness reflected in Elrond’s 
voice, Erestor moved closer to embrace his lover whilst 
pressing a soaked cheek to the other’s. “You do help 
a´maelarain. If it were not for your love I would not be 
here now…”
 
“Sometimes I feel that is not enough any more, with the 
passing of the winters I see you get worse. And there is 
nothing I can do to stop you from …secluding yourself until 
the spring…   No matter what you want to believe, I know 
you are not happy,” he murmured to his beloved’s hair as he 
brushed a worried hand along it. 
 
“But I am happy,” the advisor reproached with a small pout 
before he cupped the other’s face. “I swear I could not be 
happier, I have you, Glorfindel and the twins, how can you 
think I am not happy? That you are not enough?”
 
“Because otherwise I would not have found you where I did 
today,” Elrond stated with a distressed sigh, noticing this 
conversation, as all their previous ones, was going 
nowhere. “The water is cold,” he smiled soothingly. “Let us 
get you to bed.”  
 
Nodding, the younger elf stood from the tub to feel a 
smooth towel wrap around his body, as protective arms 
guided him out the water and suddenly, not caring he would 
soak Elrond as well, he wrapped his arms around the half-
elf’s neck and embraced him tightly, feeling the strong 
arms responding to his embrace, urgently holding both him 
and the towel.
 
 He loved it when Elrond held him like this; somehow it 
seemed as if the rest of Arda stopped existing, to leave 
only them; and their own world. “Sometimes, I wish we were 
on a deserted island, just you and me,” he mused out loud 
as he relented his hold on his beloved.  
 
“That’s an interesting idea,” smirked Elrond, looking at 
the Noldo as Erestor dried the droplets of water off his 
body and wrapped the towel around his waist. Perhaps, they 
should take some time to themselves… he considered. Not an 
island, but perhaps a quiet day, in the forest, by the 
waterfalls… just him, Erestor, some food and the sun before 
it was replaced by the moon… Not a bad idea at all. 
“Tomorrow.”
 
“Tomorrow what?” The Noldo smiled, moving to the bedroom 
and climbing into the bed before he discarded the towel 
into a basket by the bedside with a practiced throw. 
 
“We should take the day off tomorrow; go for a ride, some 
swimming…we could bring some food with us and eat by the 
river, like we used to do when we first met.”   
 
“That sounds good,” Erestor nodded sleepily with a soft 
smile. “I would love to spend an entire day with you 
alone,” he said softly before his body finally let go, 
allowing him to fall asleep after a day and half. 
 
“Then you will have me for an entire day for yourself,” 
vowed the elf Lord, moving to the bed and taking off his 
robe to snuggle by the sleeping elf and, with a small sigh, 
he carefully brushed a finger over the pale check. “What 
would I ever do if I lost you again?” he pondered silently, 
thanking Elbereth that Haldir had informed him of Erestor´s 
destination this morning. He would have never found him if 
the Galadhrim had not indicated the other’s location to 
him.
 
* * * * * * * * * * * *
 
“Come in,” the Lord of Imladris beckoned, as he recognised 
the long known knock on the door, to see his friend 
stepping in quietly when noticing Erestor still asleep in 
his arms. “I found him, lying on the edge of the main 
waterfall, soaked and so lost within himself he could not 
hear me until I was but mere feet from him.” He swallowed 
hard at the idea. 
 
“Did he try to?” Glorfindel asked disbelievingly, moving 
closer and sitting at the foot of the bed. 
 
“He claims not to, but I am not so sure. He knows the rock 
he was lying on to be weak and to be ready to fall at any 
time. I just do not know what to do anymore. He would not 
talk to me, Glorfindel,” Elrond murmured distressedly, 
looking at his sleeping lover worriedly and stroking a dark 
braid gently before his eyes found Glorfindel´s again. 
 
“I doubt he would tell something to me either, but I will 
try talk to him.” he assured, seeing the thankful, relieved 
nod Elrond gave him. “I have lost the count of times I 
found him lost in his thoughts, only to be told he was only 
thinking, when he looked as if he was seeing Mandos’ Halls 
itself.”
 
“He is scared, but he would not let me know of what. And no 
matter how much attention I pay, I can not find what it is 
that scares him so. I can not help him Glorfindel and it 
has been years after years he is like this, he is only 
getting worse.”
 
“Nothing will happen Elrond, we will keep him watch at all 
times,” the blond assured soothingly, pressing the palm of 
his hand over his friend’s leg reassuringly.  “The more 
worried you became, the less rational you behave. And he 
needs you to be there for him, he needs you to be patient 
as you have been all these years…” 
 
“It is hard to be patient when all I see is him getting 
worse, I can not bear to lose him again Glorfindel. I need 
him with me…” the elf Lord explained, quieting down when he 
felt the slight move as Erestor settled on his arms before 
he glanced up sleepily. 
 
“You had to worry Glorfindel too?” the Noldo complained 
softly, though snuggling closer to the warm loving figure 
beside him. 
 
“Why would you not tell us what worries you so much?” the 
elder elf asked quietly, trying a new approach. They had 
asked endless times what was going on, but he realized they 
had never tried asked why he could not speak about it. “It 
is obvious every winter increases your distress, why not 
share it and try to lessen your soul of it? Even if we can 
not do a thing about it, speaking of it alone, should be 
relief enough…”
 
Shifting in the comfort of Elrond’s arms, Erestor sat on 
his side of the bed tugging the sheets up to cover part of 
his chest, “I do not wish to talk about me anymore.”
 
“You never speak of yourself, Erestor,” Elrond chided 
frustratedly, making a point of the matter, “That is the 
problem, a maelarain. Please talk to us, we are worried and 
we do not know how to help any more.”
 
Looking at Elrond and Glorfindel, the advisor had to look 
down at his hands, desperately gripping the sheets closer. 
He wanted to ease their minds and hearts as much as he 
wanted to ease his own, but he could not. He could not risk 
the twins, nor Elrond and Glorfindel. For he knew if he 
said a simple word about what had happened to him, then 
Celebrian would find a way to harm them. He had learnt to 
know her, and it had been a painful lesson. “I can’t,” he 
muttered guiltily. “Please do not ask me anymore, it only 
makes it worse. “I will be alright, and I will not kill 
myself. I swear. But do not torture me like you do most 
winters, please.”
 
“We do not want to harass you with inquires, but your 
actions concern us. And I must say, despite the fact that I 
believe your words, I fear for the day your mind will feel 
so crowded as not to let you think coherently. And, wanting 
to escape the internal voices, you would attempt to climb 
to the waterfall again, and fall. You knew it was a 
dangerous place, and yet you climbed there,” Glorfindel 
pointed out, having noticed the danger of the rock before 
hand on one of the scouting patrols. 
 
Erestor felt his breath caught up in the centre of his 
chest, suddenly he was feeling trapped, and at the same 
time unable to move.  “I always go there, and it is not as 
lose as it seems to be,” he muttered between gritted teeth, 
rocking and starting to fiddle with the fabric of the 
sheet. “It is not as dangerous as it seems.” He nodded, 
convincing himself of that fact as much as he was trying to 
convince both his beloved and his best friend, whilst 
shifting his head to look at Elrond, who was sighing as he 
usually did when Erestor distressed him. 
 
“I want that rock demolished by tomorrow night,” growled 
Elrond, standing, and powerless at the fact of Erestor 
having a habit of climbing there, and he could not help but 
to wonder what other escapades of his lover’s he was 
missing, whilst considering removing any sharp objects from 
their room. He was not sure of what to think any more.
 
“Would you be calm, if either Elladan or Elrohir would like 
to ´rest´ there?” the golden haired Elda asked quietly, 
moving to Elrond’s place and cupping Erestor´s hand in his 
own gently to stretch the clenched fingers as he had, long 
ago, done. “Or Elrond? Or myself? Why?” He asked noticing 
the faint shake of head denying his previous inquiries. 
 
“I see your point, but I did not tried to kill myself,” 
Erestor said in distress, squeezing Glorfindel´s hand as he 
felt the lack of oxygen starting to make it’s notice within 
his body and making him dizzy. He saw his beloved sitting 
away from them, on a chair in the corner of the room, and 
he had to look away when it occurred to him that Elrond was 
finally realising he was worth nothing. After all, he had 
been right, he never spoke of himself, he had lost the 
ability to share when it came to many of his nightmares and 
fears. “I said I was sorry,” he muttered at the point of 
tears and looked up at Glorfindel for any kind of support, 
was the Elda tired of him as well, now? Had he finally 
managed to stress the both of them to the point of giving 
up on him?
 
Sensing the distress in his friend’s voice, Glorfindel 
nodded, wrapping his arms around Erestor lovingly, as he 
had done not so long ago. “It is alright, it should be us 
who are sorry. We should know better as to torture you with 
questions you do not want to answer.”
 
“I can not, it does not matter if I want to, or not. I just 
can’t. I truly do not wish to cause more pain, but I can 
not talk about this.” 
 
Biting back his scream, Elrond stood and left the room. He 
needed some air, as he was about to shake Erestor to make 
him talk. Feeling useless was not one of his strengths, 
much less when it came to his family.
 
Tightening his hold on the Noldo, Glorfindel sighed softly, 
hoping Elrond would be able to deal with the upcoming 
summer, with out snapping, for Erestor´s sake. 
 
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Elrohir looked outside his bedroom window again and sighed, 
noticing the moon to be high in the sky. He had last seen 
Glorfindel after lunch, but had had no more news about him 
during the rest of the day. Putting on his robe, he stood 
and left his room and, crossing the hallway, he opened the 
elda´s door to peer inside. Was it possible Glorfindel had 
fallen asleep? But no, he was not there, and the room still 
had Lindir´s touch. Everything was tidy and in place. 
 
*Elrohir?* A familiar voice called him from not far away 
and closing the door, the youngest twin noticed his father 
to be walking towards him. “Have you seen Glorfindel Ada?” 
he asked worriedly, not sure of what had happened with the 
Elda, he had promised to return to him after dinner, yet he 
had not appeared for dinner at all. 
 
“I saw him early this afternoon. Why?” Elrond asked with a 
small frown, noticing something different within his son 
though he was not sure what. 
 
“I need to talk to him,” the youngest Peredhil said, not 
wishing to give their actions away yet not willing to lie 
to his father. Not when there was no reason at all to do 
so. He was sure of his actions and he was not planning on 
hiding his love.  
 
“He might be with Erestor,” Elrond said quietly, knowing 
the golden haired elf would not leave Erestor alone in the 
state he was and, sighing softly, the half-elf Lord cursed 
himself privately for having let his nerves get the best of 
him again. 
 
“You look upset. Is everything alright?” Elrohir asked with 
a small frown, moving closer to his father and resting a 
hand on Elrond’s arm as if to make sure the other was aware 
he was talking. “Ada?”
 
“Yes, I am only tired.” The elven Lord smiled and nodded 
before he pressed a kiss to Elrohir´s brow. “I will ask 
Glorfindel to come along your room before he heads to bed.”
 
Nodding at his father’s weary smile, Elrohir could not help 
but worry further, he was not usually up so late at night, 
much less still fully dressed. Something felt wrong. With a 
small sigh, he headed back to his dormitory where, standing 
by the fire, he waited for the soft knock to sound on his 
door, hoping Glorfindel to want to stay there with him that 
night.   
 
TBC…
 
Falling into Temptation.
Chapter/ Part: (29/?).
 
- Special thanks to Beta, Elaine-
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Walking around the house in no particular direction, 
Elladan frowned slightly at the faint sound of careful 
footsteps. Considering his position, he headed to the room 
his father used to keep store Gil Galad´s weapons, among 
many others that had been left by important elves with the 
passing of the years. Even the sword Glorfindel had used to 
slay the Balrog was there, all darkened by the fire of the 
evil creature yet as sharp as the day it was forged. 
 
It would not be the first time someone tried to steal 
something from that place. With a small sigh he pushed the 
doors open and he smiled at the sight. “Be careful with 
that, it is still sharp,” he warned as Tywien shifted a 
sword to see the inscription on it. 
 
“This was Gil Galad´s first sword, right?” she asked with a 
small frown. “The one Cirdan had gifted him with?”
 
 Nodding, the oldest twin moved forward into the room until 
he was checking his grandsire’s sword. “I really like this 
one, I am not sure if I would go to battle with it, but I 
would love to use it in the training field someday.”
 
“Perhaps you should try it then.” 
 
“I already asked Ada, he said there was no use in trying it 
when I would not be using it in battle, besides he does 
have a good point, it´s not as strong and lasting as the 
elvish swords. This one can be broken with a good strike,” 
he explained, brushing careful fingers over the blade 
before he looked at her moving to a bow and a set of 
arrows. 
 
“Ada´s, when he stayed in Lórien. It was a present from 
Galadriel and Celeborn, even before he married Celebrian.” 
 
“Your mother,” she said softly turning to look at him and 
noticing the pain in Elladan´s eyes as he nodded. 
 
“I am no longer sure I like to call her that,” he said 
bitterly, moving along the room to see Gil Galad´s armour. 
“What were you doing here?” he asked, changing the topic 
and glancing over his shoulder. “This is no place for a 
maiden, you can get hurt here.”
 
“I am used to being around weapons Elladan, I was raised 
among males,” she reminded with a small shrug. “I do know 
better than to not respect the danger they can represent. 
Besides, I am not completely clueless. I have learnt to use 
a bow.”  
 
Biting back a chuckle at the serious tone, the dark haired 
elf turn to face her trying not to smirk. “Who taught you?” 
he asked, wondering who might be trying to win her heart as 
he knew not many would want to train a maid for battle. 
 
“A friend back in Mirkwood, he also taught me some basics 
of how to use a knife. But I am not very fond of blades 
unless it is only to appreciate their handcraft. And yes, I 
am rather good at it.”
 
“I am sure you are,” Elladan smiled softly at her, as if 
not wanting to discourage her. Of course she had been told 
so, one of the main tactics when training someone was to 
reassure them they were good, and if this ´friend´ indeed 
tried to seduce her then he must have said she was probably 
the best trainee in Mirkwood.   
 
“You do not believe me,” she said, amused and stepping 
closer to Elladan to look at the oldest prince with a 
mischievous, defying glance. 
 
Looking slightly down at her, the dark haired elf chuckled 
softly; he had seen that look many times before. Especially 
from Elrohir when his brother felt stubborn enough to 
actually feel he could defeat him in a friendly match. “You 
want to prove it?” he asked with a small disbelieving frown 
to her increasing outrage. 
 
“I have nothing to prove,” Tywien smirked confidently and 
proudly. “I know I am good. Though, if you want, I can show 
you.”     
 
 Laughing softly, Elrond’s first born shook his head 
faintly before he moved to lead her out. “Now, I do have to 
see how good you are.” He smiled at her whilst placing his 
hand on her back and leading her outside. “Come, I have the 
impression that if we linger here for long, you will have 
Glorfindel teaching you how to sword fight soon.” 
 
She looked at him, and the snaky reply died on her lips as 
she noticed the soft smile lingering on Elladan´s lips. She 
had no seen him smile like that before, and she liked it 
too much to change his mood. She had had Elladan hating her 
for so long; she did not want to see that again. Ever. 
 
Tywien was well aware the oldest twin would never notice 
her the way she wanted to be noticed, but she was more than 
willing to develop this possible friendship growing between 
them. 
 
“Maids are not supposed to be fighting,” Elladan smiled 
softly at her as a protective feeling swept over him. 
 
“No, we are supposed to stay in our homes learning things 
we will never be able to apply to anything useful.” She 
sighed, looking ahead as they walked along the hallway 
towards the main gathering room where some elves still 
lingered being entertained by the current story teller. 
 
“Now, I would have thought you knew better, any kind of 
knowledge is worth learning,” he teased, leaning on the 
doorframe and watching her again after having checked on 
the present storyteller. Not one of his favourites.  
 
“You would not think the same if you were a female,” Tywien 
said bitterly, meeting Elladan´s eyes. “You often called me 
weak and useless and annoying. If not with those words, 
then with others.” She sighed, noticing the puzzled and 
taken aback look the half elf was giving her. “Woman are a 
burden only because males want it so. We could do much 
better if given the chance.”  
 
Frowning a little Elladan bit back a gasp at the statement, 
“You are not a burden, and it is more than our duty to take 
care of all of you. I suppose we want to do it so you won’t 
have to see the ugliness of Arda.” He sighed, wishing she 
would look at him. “Fair creatures such as yourself should 
not be exposed to those kind of dangers,” he soothed before 
he realized what he had said. She was indeed a fair 
creature, she was ´cute´ for a maid, but since when did he 
consider her fair? 
 
“We should not, but if exposed, we would have a better 
chance to survive than if knowing nothing at all. I know my 
mother would have…” the blond maid shook her head, pushing 
the dark ideas back, to the obscure side of her mind. “And 
besides, anything that seems perfect is more than 
questionable. I do not want to live in a dream-world,” she 
started saying, until her words died when she realized hers 
was not a dream-world, but one of nightmares. The visions 
were coming to her more regularly, not letting her sleep 
properly, torturing her mind with images she did not 
comprehend, and might be never be able to. “I am tired,” 
she sighed softly, making Elladan look at her with 
puzzlement, and wishing to be able to fight her own demons 
and visions with a real weapon. “I did not sleep well last 
night,” she smiled tenderly, sorrowfully. 
 
“Come then, I will walk you to your rooms.” The oldest twin 
smiled softly back and nodded, leading the way. 
 
He looked at her whilst she thanked him, and bowed politely 
to him before she entered her private chambers, closing the 
door behind herself. And it was only then, when he realized 
there was something terrible wrong with him. The impossible 
had happened; he was starting to enjoy a maid’s company. 
 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 
 
Glorfindel was weary and tired when he left Elrond’s 
chambers. He had spend most of the afternoon talking 
nonsense to Erestor hoping the other would quickly forget 
his lover’s snap, and reassuring him Elrond still loved 
him. In some ways, the Noldo and himself were similar, they 
were so reluctant to accept the idea of the remote 
possibility that they were loved, or even deserved to be 
loved. 
 
The realization made the Elda stop in front of Elrohir´s 
door with a small gasp. Was it possible that Erestor had 
gone through what he had been? Through a similar form of 
abuse? It did not precisely need to be mental? What if 
someone? But no, why would he not tell them about it? Why 
cover for the abuser? It did not make much sense. It was 
known that many did not want others to know of a fact such 
as that, but… Erestor would have trusted them. Someone. 
 
Raking an anxious hand through his now loose hair, the 
blond haired elf knocked on his beloved’s door, hoping 
Elrohir was still awake. He needed to see that smile that 
could light up a room, he needed those green eyes to look 
at him and help him forget about the rest of the world for 
the night. Opening the door when beckoned, Glorfindel 
smiled, noticing Elrohir to be standing by the fire. “I was 
not positive I would find you awake this late.”   
 
“I was waiting for you,” the youngest twin shrugged. “I got 
a bit worried as the hours passed and you did not come to 
me, as you said you would.” Elrohir blushed deeply. *Now 
you are sounding like a recriminating wife,* he thought 
bashfully. “I get worried easily regarding you.” 
 
“I was with Erestor, he was not feeling well and your 
father could not stay with him,” he explained moving closer 
to wrap his arms around Elrohir´s slender figure, resting 
his chin on the prefect shoulder, and a small pleased sigh 
escaped his lips involuntarily when Elrohir returned the 
embrace. How could a simple embrace unburden his mind this 
way? “Sometimes I do wonder if you are not a Maia that had 
cast a spell on me,” he said fondly with a small smile as 
he sank deeper in the protective embrace. 
 
“I wish I was. I would not have had to wait so long to have 
you like this.” Elrohir chuckled brushing a caring hand 
over the elda´s back. “What is that worries you so much?” 
he asked, sensing the remaining tension in the perfect body 
his arms held dearly. “What is wrong with Erestor?”
 
“It is spring again, and you know he gets upset when 
summers approach.”
 
“That does not answer my question, but I take it that you 
can not actually tell me. So I will not ask,” he assured as 
the blond pulled out of his arms slightly to look at him. 
“You are my father’s friend after all. There will be many 
things you will not be able to tell me.”
 
“Can I stay with you tonight?” Glorfindel asked pleadingly 
to his lover, as Elrohir had many times before asked him. 
 
Nodding, the youngest Peredhil smiled and, taking 
Glorfindel´s hand, he led him to the bed. Standing by the 
side he started to undress his lover carefully. “Have you 
eaten?”
 
“No, but I am not hungry. I just want to lie down with you, 
and have you close.”  
 
“Can I trust you to behave?” Elrohir teased smiling at the 
other’s bashful smile before he pushed the elda´s shirt up 
over his head and off before he continued with the laces of 
Glorfindel´s pants, letting them fall to the floor. “Get 
into bed,” he ordered lightly taking the puddle of clothes 
from the bed and floor. Having left them on the nearest 
chair, he blew out the last candles and, taking his own 
nightshirt off, he got into bed, letting Glorfindel embrace 
him with his arms. 
 
Both elves remained quiet in the darkness and the small 
amount of moonlight that managed to enter the bedroom. 
Listening to their breathing and their heart beats, both 
elves fall asleep feeling complete by only being in each 
other’s arms. 
 
* * * * * * * * * * * *
 
“Glorfindel?” Erestor called as he clutched closer to the 
resting figure by him as he woke from a nightmare. 
 
“Hmm, no.” Elrond replied sleepily as he woke up, “Wrong 
elf a´maelarain,” he whispered, stroking Erestor´s hair 
soothingly. “Another nightmare?” he asked, meeting 
Erestor´s eyes as the other glanced up at him. Erestor had 
been fully asleep when he had arrived and he had not had 
the heart to wake him, he look so peaceful in the blond´s 
arms that they just changed places. And with the passing of 
the hours, sleep had finally taken him too. 
 
“Don’t,” said Elrond firmly as he felt Erestor trying to 
push out of the embrace. Why was that he let Glorfindel 
hold him after a nightmare and never him? “Erestor,” he 
complained softly with a sigh as the Noldo did manage to do 
as he wanted. “Do you want me to go get him?” the half-elf 
asked, defeated by the idea of his beloved someday finding 
comfort or security in his arms as he had once done. 
 
“No,” Erestor muttered, moving to his side of the bed and 
curling up again, wanting to be alone, wanting to leave the 
bed and be able to relive the flashbacks on his own. But 
now, with Elrond thinking he wanted to kill himself, that 
possibility was more than remote. 
 
“Can I help?” Elrond tried again, finally getting Erestor 
to see him. Though, suddenly he was not happy to notice 
that look, this look never meant anything he wanted to 
hear. 
 
“Just make sure not to touch me,” the advisor spoke 
quietly, feeling his own pain growing, at the sight of his 
dejected lover. “Especially if I fall asleep again.” 
 
He had been right; he did not want to hear this. “Do *I* 
hurt you?” the elven Lord asked, trying to keep his voice 
even, he would never forgive himself for hurting Erestor in 
any way again. 
 
“No, I… just… I need you close but I can not stand physical 
contact with… the nightmares.” 
 
“But you do let Glorfindel near…” Elrond thought out loud. 
 
“He is not my lover,” Erestor explained quietly and 
carefully looking at Elrond. He did not want Elrond to 
know, he was still afraid of him touching him when 
Celebrian was near, when she could know. When she could 
realize she could still hurt him again, when she realized 
she still had power… He could not let that happen, and if 
he let Elrond near, he would never be able to hide his 
love, not stay away from him as he did every winter. 
 
*He is not my lover,* The words seemed to sound over and 
over in Elrond’s mind as he tried to figured out what was 
on the edge of his coherent thought. “Somebody abused you,” 
he thought out loud fretfully, only to be horrified when he 
noticed Erestor´s terrified look. “ 
 
“No, I was not. I just… do not, can not … the nightmares 
are too awful. I was not raped. I just get jumpy.” He 
nodded, fidgeting with the sheets and trying to remain 
coherent, he needed to. If he ran away, then Elrond would 
know he was lying and he could not afford that. He could 
not risk him or the twins, or Glorfindel. “I would have 
told someone if I had been raped Elrond,” he tried to joke 
dismissively. 
 
*I do not think you would, not when you are trembling like 
a colourless leaf, and much less when I never mention the 
word *rape* myself* the elven Lord worried, wondering why 
Erestor was not able to share the painful memories with 
him. He might not be able to help much, or kill the ones 
that had hurt him but he could, at least, have an idea of 
how to react around him. How to try not to hurt him, or…  
“When?” 
 
“Never, because it never happened.” The advisor jumped off 
the bed and headed to the chair where his clothes were 
waiting for him, just like the night before. Though this 
time, he felt strong arms holding him steady from his 
frantic movements and pushed him back to a tight embrace as 
Elrond led him back to the bed. “I do not want to get back 
to the bed,” he chided like a scared elfling. “Let me go,” 
he practically sniffled. He did not want Elrond to know. 
 
“You will not leave this room tonight, much less any other 
time in this state. Now get into bed,” Elrond ordered, 
holding Erestor steady against his own body. “I have never 
had you followed, nor followed you myself. But I *will* be 
your shadow if I think you to be in danger. And right now, 
you are a danger to yourself. So I will not let you go.”
 
“Do not ask me to speak,” the Noldo pleaded brokenly, 
losing the last of his current will, feeling his lover’s 
arms tightening their hold on him. 
 
“I won’t, just get into bed.”
 
With a nod, the dark haired advisor got into bed as he had 
been commanded and, snuggling under the covers, he looked 
at Elrond sitting on a chair by the bed. He wanted Elrond 
to be close to him, to hold him. But he knew he would not 
be able to handle it. “Please do not tell anyone,” he 
begged.
 
Feeling too confused and puzzled at the moment, Elrond just 
nodded. He needed some time to digest the news. There were 
so many pieces of the puzzles that had been scrambled for 
so long; he found it odd that only now he was starting to 
be able to solve it. “Sleep,” he said with a soothing tone 
and tender smile, needing to share this news with their 
mutual friend. Perhaps Glorfindel would have an idea who 
might have been the one to hurt Erestor in the past. And if 
this elf or human was someone on Arda, then he would make 
sure to find him, and make him pay. “Sleep beloved, I will 
just sit here and watch over your nightmares and dreams.” 
 
TBC…
 
Falling into Temptation.
Chapter/ Part: (30/?).
 
- Special thanks to Beta, Elaine And Sunny -
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He had attended breakfast, as it was expected of him. His 
wife had returned to the land, and he was expected to be 
seen with her from time to time. His friendship with the 
Lord of the Golden Wood was also important in this matter, 
and he would not disrespect him, nor his daughter. 
 
None had seemed to be awake, or able to join them, so he 
had had to dine only with his wife. If he could actually 
call that eating; as he had barely managed to sip his tea. 
Turning at the end of the hallway, he headed to 
Glorfindel´s study and, opening the door with out even 
knocking, he looked at the empty room. Growling with 
distress, he headed to the other’s bedroom, doubting to 
find him there, though when he was about to enter a small 
sound caught his attention, making him turn his attention 
to Elrohir´s chambers doors. 
 
Walking towards the room behind him, he placed a hand on 
the doorknob, only to retrieve it seconds later and knock 
instead. 
 
* * * * * * * * * * * *
 
“Not now,” Elrohir growled quietly in complaint as he 
parted from the kiss to meet the now awake blue orbs. “Not, 
now…” he almost pleaded to the Valar as his thigh brushed 
over his beloved’s morning erection, causing the blond to 
moan softly. 
 
But the Valar seemed not to hear any of the lover’s pleas, 
for the sound repeated sooner than expected.  
 
“Oh, alright,” Elrohir complained parting from the embrace 
and getting a light robe before he opened the door to find 
an illegible mask on his father’s face. 
 
“When, were you planning on telling me?” Elrond asked, 
casting a furious look to both his son and his friend. 
 
*Well, not so unreadable,* thought Elrohir as he fought the 
urge to shuffle his feet and instead looked up to meet his 
father’s gaze. The same one he had been trying to avoid all 
these years since he was little. “There was nothing we had 
to tell you, Ada,” Elrohir said quietly before he looked 
behind him as he heard the muffled sound of clothes near 
the bed, and smiled softly as Glorfindel moved towards him, 
having put his pants on. “Though, we would have liked to 
share the news with you in a different situation.”
 
“You knew of this Elrond,” the Elda stopped his friend from 
replying to Elrohir´s innocent, romantic comment. Which; 
despite all previous characteristics was no more than the 
truth. “You know I love him,” he assured when seeing the 
distressed expression and only then he could tell there was 
something more to the half elf’s outburst. “How is 
Erestor?” 
 
Swallowing hard Elrond met the blond´s eyes. He had had all 
night to deal with the fact of someone hurting Erestor the 
way his lover had silently admitted. “I need to discuss 
something with you.” He tried to cover the worried, anxious 
tone his voice carried, but something must be wrong because 
Elrohir was still looking at him, like a threatened puppy 
whilst clutching to Glorfindel´s hand possessively. He was 
tempted to say, you can keep it, as he had often done with 
some of the small animals Elrohir found hurt in the woods 
and remembering about Glorfindel´s past with GG he wondered 
on the truth of his thought. In a way, the Elda was as a 
bird with a broken wing, he might fight like a wolf in the 
battle field, but he could be as delicate and tender as a 
small bird. “You take good care of him,” he smiled to 
Elrohir who raised his eyes to look at him puzzled. 
 
“Should you not be saying that to me?” Glorfindel chuckled 
quietly at Elrond’s fond smile before he moved to get the 
rest of his clothes. 
 
“I already did,” the elf Lord smiled and sighed softly. “I 
will wait for you in your study,” he said, leaving the 
lovers alone to their morning goodbyes. He could still 
remember the days he had to wait all day to be able to see 
Erestor again, and he suddenly hoped their goodbyes not to 
last as long as his own had. 
 
* * * * * * * * * * * *
 
“I am sorry I snapped that way,” Elrond said quietly as the 
blond entered his study and his shifted to see him with an 
apologetic look. “I am very concerned and I did not mean to 
take it out on either of you.” 
 
“It is alright, Elrond,” Glorfindel soothed, moving closer 
to the window where his friend was standing. “We did mean 
to share this with you, but it all happened so quickly…” he 
explained before he stopped as Elrond smiled and raised his 
hand to silence him. 
 
“I do not need you to explain anything to me; I told you I 
trusted you and I still do,” he assured, clasping 
Glorfindel´s shoulder in reassurance. “You are one of the 
few I would trust with out even considering the possibility 
of deceit.” 
 
Nodding once, the golden haired Elda smiled back at his 
Lord. “Regarding Erestor, it occurred to me that he might 
have been abused in that period of time he stayed apart 
from us.” He spoke quietly careful to see his friend’s 
reaction, though Elrond only sighed. 
 
“I think he was raped.” Elrond nodded. “And I think it 
might have been that same night. I saw him.” The elf Lord 
practically whispered, not even wanting to think of the 
fact he could have stopped those elves, if they had been 
the ones to hurt his lover as he thought they did. “I 
think, they might have drugged him somehow… and…” He shook 
his head disbelievingly. “I have been thinking about this, 
the entire night Glorfindel. And I feel I am going insane. 
I need to know how to help, and he will not tell me how. 
Why would he be defending someone who raped him? Shame? Why 
did he not told me when I accused him that morning, when I 
first called him a whore?!” 
 
“Did he tell you this?” the blond asked, sitting on the 
window seat and looking up to see Elrond starting to pace 
as usual when anxious and trying to solve a puzzle. 
 
“He did not deny it, and when I asked about it, he went as 
pale as snow whilst blabbering he had not been raped. Why 
could he not tell either of us? I … I can not understand 
it,” he said whilst stopping his pacing, and turning to 
look into Glorfindel´s azure eyes, pleading for some kind 
of answer. 
 
“I do not know,” replied the Elda quietly, wishing he could 
help. “He might have many reasons to be quiet, reasons, 
neither of us can imagine. But never underestimate shame. 
You never know how it can bury within one if you are 
abused.” 
 
Moving closer, Elrond sat by Glorfindel on the window seat 
and noticed the blond looking at the tangled fingers 
resting on his own lap. The half-elf knew the blond had 
kept many things from him as well, regarding his 
relationship with the high king. “Why did you not tell me?” 
he inquired, hurt the other had not been able to trust in 
him until now. 
 
“There was nothing to say, we were lovers and … I let him 
into my bed, I never asked him to stop or anything of the 
sort. We are both to blame, not just him,” Glorfindel 
explained before he himself stood, as the vulnerability 
crawled back along his spine at the memory of uncaring 
touches, and wine scented breath colliding over his neck as 
the king took what he wanted. “I am a warrior, I could have 
done something. I did not. So it was my fault as well, he 
might have hurt me, but I let him.” 
 
“Why?” Elrond asked shaking his head, as if wanting to 
shake some ideas out off it. It suddenly seemed so very 
crowded he could barely think what he wanted to say next. 
 
“Because I loved him, and at the end, I felt … sometimes I 
felt he did it to remind me I belonged to none other than 
him. I just let him do it, so I would not lose him. I was 
not clueless about his harem, as everyone thinks, I do know 
he fucked a different elf every night before, and if, he 
came back to me. But what hurt the most was him telling me 
he had only been busy when I could smell his fling from ten 
feet away.”
 
“But this is not the point, we are talking about Erestor. 
Not me,” he said determinedly, pushing his past away as he 
had done before. “What are you planning on doing? You can 
not keep him watch twenty four hours a day.” 
 
“I can not?” Came the disbelieving reply from the elf Lord 
as he stood from his place to move to Glorfindel´s desk, 
checking the paper work. 
 
“You know, you can not. He had always managed to escape 
from us and will continue to do so. So unless you plan on 
locking him in a dungeon, we should think of a useful 
plan.” 
 
“I know,” muttered the elf Lord as. “Now, that Elladan 
seemed to have grown up, I have to deal with my own lover 
sneaking of the house instead,” he said softly, and 
sarcastically. 
 
* * * * * * * * * * * *
 
Tywien walked along the side of the river, just watching 
the different kinds of flowers and animals that had found a 
home in Imladris. She used to love walking along the wild 
paths of the valley, but now she could not help but to feel 
unease at being alone in the middle of nowhere. 
 
Reaching one of the twin’s favourite childhood playing 
spots, she walked over the small pier to the edge. The 
twinkling stones under the shallow water enthralled her, 
making her slip off her slippers to wet her feet in the 
warming water. 
 
Following a fish with her eyes, she leaned forward before 
she yawned into her hand. 
 
“Still tired?” came the not so distant voice, as Elladan´s 
horse made its way through the bushes, letting the rider 
dismount. 
 
“If you keep appearing like this, I might start thinking 
you are following me,” she teased good heartily at the 
oldest twin who snorted theatrically, making her smile 
again. “Come sit with me, the water is lovely.” 
 
Taking up the invitation, the eldest prince moved forward, 
taking off his boots and sitting by her side whilst sinking 
his feet in the crystalline water. She was right, it was 
lovely. “You look tired,” he pointed out quietly, noticing 
the shadows under her eyes before he watched the water pool 
around his feet. Had it always been that shallow? When he 
was a child it reached past his ankles.
 
“I am tired; I was not able to sleep much last night.” 
 
“Why is it that you can not sleep? Is it because of the 
premonitions?” he asked curiously and carefully, looking at 
her nodding slowly. “Have you talked to Ada about it? He 
might help, perhaps some sleeping potion? Or tell you what 
he does when the visions are too overwhelming?”
 
“I have talked to him, and he did gave me a tonic to help 
me sleep, but sometimes I would just rather not take 
anything,” she explained, staring at the flowing water. 
“Nightmares and dreams seem more vivid if I do. And I am 
not able to wake up easily…”
 
Nodding, Elladan chewed his lower lip in concentration as 
he looked at the flowing water and the small and not so 
small fish swimming around lazily. 
 
“This seems to be a popular place,” Celebrian practically 
whispered as she quietly moved towards the river, trying to 
avoid Elladan´s gasp of surprise. “I think Lindir was 
looking for you,” she said softly to Elladan whilst sitting 
by Tywien´s other side. “Something about those… horses of 
your and your brother? The twin ones?” 
 
“What about them? Something happened?” he asked worriedly, 
knowing they were still very young.
 
“I would not really know,” Celebrian said dejectedly with a 
small shrug, sitting in her place and letting her legs rest 
to the side under her dress, whilst Elladan stood to leave. 
 
“I will see you later,” he assured Tywien, regretting he 
had to leave, though glad his mother seemed willing to keep 
the distressed maiden company for a while. Mounting his 
steed, he looked at the image. The two elven woman, sitting 
on the edge of a pier, one dangling her feet in the water, 
the other slightly leaned towards the first. And as 
Celebrian spoke her first words to Tywien, Elladan realized 
he had never seen his mother this mellow before. 
 
Shaking the ideas out of his head, he nudged the flank of 
his horse and headed to the stables where he hoped nothing 
was amiss. 
 
Spotting Elrohir brushing his own baby horse, he sighed in 
relief, knowing everything was alright. Elrohir would never 
be that calm if something was amiss. Surely Celebrian must 
have heard wrong. “Hmm, out of the bedroom, and… alone,” he 
said, amusedly looking around, “I assume father stole 
Glorfindel from you?” he joked lightly, moving into the 
stall and starting to pamper his own horse, who moved 
closer to greet him, as if he already knew him. 
 
“Yes, he did,” Elrohir complained with a small pout, having 
wished to spend some more time with his lover, alone, and 
in bed. “He also snapped when finding out, we had finally 
surrendered to our carnal desires and been together.”
 
“He did?” The oldest twin, asked a bit amused by the choice 
of words.
 
“Yes, but he realised we knew what we were doing, or 
anything a father could realise when acknowledging his son 
or daughter was having sex, or… about to, and… I think 
everything is alright. I would have not given up Glorfindel 
though. No matter how big his tantrum would have been.” 
Elrohir chuckled and glanced up at his twin who was 
laughing as well. They were not supposed to know, or admit 
it, but they did know their father to throw many tantrums 
over little things. Such as not wanting to eat when a food 
was too spicy, or not wanting to go out at all, not when 
they had agreed they would at determined hour and they were 
late. It was then, when Erestor appeared to appease the 
mighty outraged Lord of Imladris, by either justifying the 
other´s tardness, or… reappearing from the kitchen with a 
new plate of food when only ´family´ was dinning. 
“Elladan?” he asked, stopping the brushing, and focusing on 
his twin, who also stopped to look at him, as he did 
whenever he mentioned the other´s name with that tone of 
voice. “Do you think, Erestor is alright?” 
 
“I have honestly not seen him act any differently than any 
other upcoming spring we have already lived through,” he 
replied honestly. “Why? Do you think we should be worried 
about him?” 
 
“I am not sure, I mean. He has papa… but, now Ada seems to 
be worried, and you know that mood he gets when he is not 
able to solve something?” he asked, to see Elladan nod back 
at him. “I think, he might not know how to help?” 
 
“Even the best of the healers is unable to help when it 
comes to one close to him,” Elladan said softly with a nod. 
“We should check on Erestor when we finish here, and see if 
he is doing fine.”
 
“Yes, if we can find him…” Elrohir mused going back to his 
work, “He is smarter than a mouse, when it comes to hiding 
within the house. He even beats us.” Elrohir chuckled as 
they had been always found, sooner or later. “We could ask 
Tywien to help us, if we can not find him on out own, she 
will sense where he is.” 
 
Shaking his head Elladan sighed softly, “Nay, she was 
tired. I think it would be better not to ask her that.” 
 
Peering curiously up, Elrohir smirked a little at the 
concerned sigh. “I take you have seen her today?” 
 
“Yes, I just left her with mother on the pier. By the way, 
do you ever remember mother being mellow with someone 
before? I thought she might not like males in general but 
after all, I have never seen her mellow with a maiden 
either. She is not even nice with her hand maids.” 
 
“How come you are speaking like this, Elladan? You always 
shushed me up when I brought this topic up before. What 
made you change your mind?” Elrohir asked with a small 
frown, and wondering if Celebrian had, yet again, done 
something else to hurt his brother. 
 
“She did nothing,” the oldest brother replied with a shake 
of his head as if reading Elrohir´s mind. “I suppose, I 
just… lost most of the faith I had in her changing 
regarding us,” he said painfully. “I think; she never 
wanted us…” He sighed not truly wishing to discuss the 
topic. 
 
“I suppose not, but…” The youngest Peredhil swallowed his 
question, before his brother’s eyes encouraged him to 
speak. “Why can she not try know us now? We are her only 
children after all, and even if I do not wish for her to be 
like Ada, or Erestor… I would … I would like to have a 
mother… Even now, I would like it very much…”
 
Sighing softly, Elladan left the brush and moved towards 
Elrohir, wrapping his arms around his twin´s body, gently 
and silently trying to soothe the distress away. “I would 
like that too, but… something within myself tells me we are 
never to have one… And I know it is not the same, but you 
*will* always have an older brother who will adore you, for 
the rest of our lives and beyond.” He smiled softly as the 
other glanced up with smiling eyes. “Which brings me to the 
topic, being your older brother and all. Should I scare 
Glorfindel a little, and give him the ‘do not dare hurt my 
little brother’ speech?” he asked, smirking and already 
knowing the answer.
 
“I do not think, he ever will.” Elrohir grinned embracing 
Elladan and, pressing a kiss on his twin´s cheek, he led 
the way out of the stall. “Let us go check on Erestor now, 
otherwise we will continue to talk, and one of us is going 
to end up in tears for sure, and I am not planning on doing 
that today!” 
 
TBC…
 
Falling into Temptation.
Chapter/ Part: (31/?).
 
- Special thanks to Beta, Elaine –

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“You seem awfully tired, dear,” Celebrian said softly, 
almost charmingly, as she pushed a blond lock of hair out 
of Tywien´s face. 
 
“I am tired my Lady, I was not able to rest well.” 
 
Frowning, the Lórien lady assumed a worried expression. 
“How come not?” 
 
“I am not able to sleep, not without nightmares.” 
 
“Have you discussed this with the healers? Or perhaps, 
Elrond?” Celebrian asked quietly, knowing her husband to 
have a soft spot for this girl, just as he did with the 
twins.
 
“I did. The nightmares are supposed to cease with the tonic 
he gave me. You need not worry about me, I will be 
alright,” Tywien assured with a soft smile, as she glanced 
to the side. 
 
Nodding, the silver haired maiden smiled softly. “Do not 
ever doubt coming to me if you need to talk, no matter the 
hour. I do not like to see such an adorable face covered by 
the gloom of tiredness. Somehow, it does not seem right.” 
 
Turning her head, Tywien looked at Celebrian and smiled 
softly, wondering in the back of her mind about the Lórien 
lady’s kindness towards her. It was well known that 
Celebrian did not do anything without profit. And this was 
perhaps the first time she had even bothered talking to her 
in all the years she had been at Imladris before. “I thank 
you for your kindness,” the younger maid said politely and 
quietly, unable to help but blush at the other’s gaze, who 
smiled back at her, before returning her gaze to the water.
 
  * * * * * * * * * * * *
 
Elrohir looked around the room, realising he had not been 
there in a long time, probably Elladan hadn’t either. 
Everything was as he remembered; the tapestries, the vases, 
the bed… Smiling, he looked at his twin, who might be 
remembering either the same, or another part of their 
childhood, when they sneaked into his father’s bedroom when 
playing hide and seek, or whenever they were allowed in the 
large bed to be retold a story. 
 
Erestor would usually sit in the chair, and listen 
contentedly from his place as Elrond’s voice transported 
them all to a different land, and a different reality in 
which sometimes everything was possible. Glorfindel had 
joined them too on occasions, when Elrohir had not been 
willing to let the elda´s hand go, and had sat in the same 
bed, letting him crawl into his lap, and snuggle.
 
“We were lucky,” Elladan said softly meeting his brother’s 
eyes, which smiled their agreement back at them as he 
remembered his father’s safe arms wrapping around him 
during a storm, or even Erestor´s when Elrond had been too 
busy to accompany them during awful days and nights. 
 
And the oldest twin was positive Glorfindel would have also 
held him protectively if Elrohir would have let him do so. 
Well, Elrohir might have let him, as he never really done 
or said anything when the elda addressed only him, but his 
brother’s eyes spoke more accuracy than his lips could. And 
Elladan knew Elrohir had been able to push him to the floor 
is he dared take up more time than necessary with his 
favourite tutor. He even frowned when Glorfindel spoke with 
Tywien for long periods of time. Elladan chuckled privately 
at the image of his little nine year old brother pouting 
whilst climbing into Glorfindel´s lap, getting the elda´s 
attention swiftly, and an always ready hug. 
 
“What are you doing here?” Lindir asked quietly from his 
place in the chair, as he noticed the twins appearing from 
the bedroom, knowing he had not beckoned them to enter and 
neither would have Erestor with out his knowledge, as the 
Noldo was sitting by him.
 
“We wanted to talk to Erestor,” Elladan said quietly and 
smiling softly at the dark haired elf who glanced back to 
look at them, with a tender smile. He had many times 
considered Erestor hated them, when the other had given 
them tons of homework, or was strict with them; how 
mistaken he had been… 
 
“That possible?” the youngest Peredhil asked looking at 
Lindir, silently asking, if not ordering the other to leave 
them alone. 
 
Looking at Erestor, who nodded, Lindir stood from the 
chair, gathered his book and headed to the door, “I will 
stay in the bedroom,” he said quietly, knowing better than 
to disobey either of his Lord’s orders. 
 
*Something, ´is´ wrong,* the oldest brother considered, as 
it seemed Erestor was not to be left alone. “Nobody seems 
to be sleeping around Imladris lately,” Elladan joked 
lightly, pulling a chair closer and sprawling on it 
comfortably, whilst Elrohir chose to lean on the rail. “You 
look tired,” he smiled at Erestor´s puzzled look, “I just 
came across Tywien and she looked tired as well.”
 
“I just have to deal with the usual nightmares,” he 
reminded Elladan quietly, almost forgetting Elrohir´s 
presence, as the youngest brother was not ´officially´ 
informed of his bad dreams. 
 
“What are these dreams about?” Elrohir asked softly from 
his place, whilst studying his tutor carefully, trying to 
read why his father and lover worried so much when Erestor 
started having these dreams, besides the obvious symptoms 
showing on the Noldo’s body.  
 
“Nothing important,” Erestor dismissed the conversation as 
swiftly as he could. He did not want the twins worrying 
over him too. “You need not to worry over me; I know your 
father and Glorfindel to be worried, but they over react. I 
will be alright, I always am,” he assured trying to look as 
best as he could at the moment. 
 
“You do not seem alright now,” Elladan pointed out quietly, 
though firmly. “And it is clear you are not to be left 
alone,” he said, cocking his head in Lindir´s direction 
back in the bedroom. “We might help, if you let us.”
 
“I do not need help Elladan, I am alright,” the advisor 
reassured, standing from his place and moving to the other 
side of the balcony. “Now, you have no more important 
things to do than sitting here on the balcony when the day 
is so beautiful? A ride perhaps?” he offered, knowing that 
usually caught the oldest twin’s fancy.  “The lake must be 
wonderful today.” 
 
“Aye, a ride near the lake will be nice indeed.” Elladan 
smiled standing from his chair and moving to the rail near 
the Noldo, he smiled up at the rather sad features. “I 
think it will suit you well,” he added mischievously, 
willing to help Erestor shake off Lindir´s vigilance as the 
other could be worst than a guardian dog sometimes. Lindir 
was a good elf, but to Elladan´s opinion he was a bit … 
conservative and implacable sometimes.  
 
Elrohir chuckled at Erestor´s amused and puzzled look, 
whilst moving closer to his brother and tutor. “See, this 
is what he does to me all the time!” he joked at the tone 
his oldest twin had used: the one that said, “Come on! We 
can feel free for a couple of hours, no Ada, no house… just 
us and the beauties of Arda and most likely some scolding 
from the elders when we return home later than we are 
supposed to.” 
 
Doubting the fact of leaving his quarters that day, Erestor 
looked from one twin to the other, their features were a 
mix of a plea, and that old mischievous look that made one 
believe they could manage the impossible if they so wanted 
it.
 
“It will be fun,” Elrohir encouraged quietly, noticing 
their tutor’s hesitation to decide.  
 
“Alright,” Erestor nodded with a chuckle, he had never 
really been able to say ‘no’ to the twins, and he was not 
going to stop the tradition now. Plus, he could use a 
moment by the lake, riding slowly under the blossoming 
flowers of those trees and the soothing sound of water... 
Water… on the other hand; he considered his beloved not to 
be as approving of this little escape as himself, after it 
had seemed he wished to commit suicide. 
 
“Good,” Elladan grinned. “You change, and I will go prepare 
our horses,” Elladan stated, pleased with his answer and 
already heading to the door. “Elrohir, stay and show 
Erestor to the stables, I fear after so much time studying 
the corners of the library might have made him forget where 
they are,” he joked good heartily, making the Noldo snort 
and himself a bit happier at the illusion of having 
recovered a bit of the usual Erestor back.
 
As soon as he crossed the door to the hallway, a firm grip 
tugged of his arm and he shifted to see a not at all 
pleased Lindir staring back at him. Lindir, he had 
completely forgotten about the other in his haste to take 
Erestor out of that crowded place. It might have not been 
crowded with elves, but somehow he could sense it was more 
than elves itself that Erestor was trying to escape from. 
It was himself, and Elladan knew there was no better to 
avoid oneself than to have good company and to be 
distracted. Not that Lindir was not good company, but he 
was a bit… quiet for the oldest twin’s taste, but then he 
had usually clashed with Lindir due to this. Their 
personalities were so different they were always having 
what could be considered staring duels. Like the one they 
were having at the present moment. 
 
“You father put me in charge of Erestor´s care, and he is 
not suppose to go out. He was not feeling well before and 
your father…” 
 
“My father will understand his lover has agreed to this, 
and he will also see as well as I do, that a ride under the 
fresh afternoon air will help Erestor feel a bit better,” 
the oldest twin replied dryly as soon as Lindir retrieved 
the hand gripping his upper arm. “And yes, before you 
mention it, I noticed that he is not to be left alone for 
some reason I have yet to find out; that is why I asked 
Elrohir to stay with him, and bring him to the stables. We 
will not leave him alone Lindir. Do not fret,” Elladan 
assured with a tint of amusement in his voice at the look 
of such a worried elf. “Sometimes I think you worry too 
much.”  
 
“And sometimes I think you do not worry enough,” replied 
the elder elf wryly whilst he glanced up at his Lord’s 
oldest son. He did not consider Elladan was aware of the 
many casualties that behaviour of his could cause… Someday 
he would come to regret his carefree actions and there was 
nothing Elrohir nor any other elf would be able to do to 
help him solve it. He felt that not even Elrond would be 
able to undo whatever foolish thing Elladan did that time. 
 
“Is there something you want to discuss with me Lindir?” 
Elladan asked coldly, staring at the dark haired elf 
warningly. They had many times ended up on the brink of an 
argument, and he always wondered if this was the day they 
would finally have one. 
 
“No,” Lindir replied simply, though he was obviously biting 
his thoughts back. “But you will go inform your father of 
your ride. I do not care for your actions at all, but since 
he entrusted Erestor´s care to me, I want to be left out of 
this little plot. If something happens to him then the 
fault will be only yours…” he said clearly before turning, 
and leaving an astonished Elladan behind. 
 
Growling the oldest twin shifted in his place, and then 
headed for the other side of the building. 
 
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“Come in” Elrond mumbled from behind his desk as the door’s 
muffled sound indicated someone expecting to be attended on 
the other side and, glancing up from his papers, he noticed 
his oldest son entering the study. “Something happened?” he 
asked swiftly, disbelieving Elladan´s willing presence 
there, as his oldest son would rather be there only when 
needing a scolding. 
 
“No, I am ´behaving´ if that is what you are asking 
though,” the oldest twin said softly before smiling 
charmingly at his father, who smiled back whilst leaning 
back in his chair to look at him better. 
 
“Your concepts of behaving and mine usually differ. But I 
will not go there now,” the elf Lord said softly, wishing 
to relax if only for a little while. “What did you want to 
tell me?” he asked before standing to go prepare himself a 
cup of tea. 
 
“I visited Erestor, with Elrohir. And we considered he 
needs some fresh air. So we are going to take him for a 
ride with us. We are going to be near the lake I think,” 
Elladan informed at Lindir´s wish. “Lindir fretted when he 
found out and wanted me to inform you of this.” 
 
Elrond’s world seemed to tremble. Lake, water, his lover 
able to avoid the twin’s whenever they got distracted… it 
was not safe. Not as safe as Lindir´s ever-watchful, if 
discrete, presence. “I rather he stayed with Lindir, 
Elladan. He was not feeling well yesterday, and you know he 
has these nightmares that do not let him rest,” he 
explained quietly, not wishing to upset his son by any 
means. He had already done so with Elrohir, and he did not 
want to address his problems to where they had no reason to 
be addressed at all. 
 
“He agreed to come with us, and he seemed happy to spend 
some time outside. Whatever the problem is, you cannot lock 
him in a mithril cage so he will not hurt himself.” 
 
“You have no idea what you are talking about Elladan,” the 
half elf Lord replied wearily. “No idea at all…” He would 
do more than lock his lover in a gilded cage, if that was 
what it was needed to keep him safe. He knew it was not 
always wise, or the best method to proceed regarding this 
situations. But as selfish as it was, he could not afford 
losing Erestor again, he would not be able to bear a second 
with the knowledge he would not have those lovely eyes 
smile at him every night. He would do that, and much more 
to keep his lover from hurting himself anymore. 
 
“Do not let him out of your sight at any moment,” he said 
seriously and gravely, meeting Elladan’s eyes, his son able 
to read when he was being serious. “Not for one second.” 
 
“I will not.” Elladan bowed with a determined nod. 
 
Watching Elladan close the door, Elrond turn to continue 
with his tea and cursing under his breath he shook his 
head, with the new information he had gathered he had 
forgotten his promise of a day by the lake… 
 
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Saddling his mare, Erestor glanced up at the oldest twin as 
Elladan pranced by their side. “And it was me who was the 
one who had forgotten their way to the stables.” He snorted 
finishing the last rein, making Elladan chuckle. 
 
“I thought, we might need some food,” the oldest Peredhil 
announced with a grin, having picked up as many treats as 
he was allowed to from the kitchen. “Many will have no 
desert tonight!” 
 
Riding his horse, Elrohir rolled his eyes. “What is it with 
you and treats?” 
 
“I like sugar,” Elladan stated, mounting his own steed as 
Erestor rode his mare, a mare his father had presented him 
with not long ago. Shiny black coat and yellow eyes that 
matched the owner’s rarely sparkling ones. It was a 
beautiful animal, never to mention unique…
 
“Shall we?” the advisor asked, glancing from side to side, 
and urging his horse to the waterfall’s path as the twins 
nodded. He knew Elladan had lied, that the treats were only 
an excuse he had found not to have to tell them he had 
talked to Elrond, but at the moment Erestor did not really 
care; he was feeling a bit alive again. Hearing the singing 
of the birds and feeling the blossoming the spring carried 
within it wrapping around him as they made their way into 
the forest was soothing to his soul. And that was exactly 
what he needed, to feel peace for a while.  
 
* * * * * * * * * * *   
 
Having left both his brother and Erestor in their 
respective rooms, Elladan suddenly felt lonely whilst 
heading to his own. Elrohir would bathe; change and head to 
Glorfindel´s room and Erestor had his father, when he only 
had a cold empty bed to go back to every night. Entering 
the slightly illuminated chambers, he strolled forward and 
once in the bathroom, he pulled the tap open, letting the 
water run free until the tub was filled. Taking his clothes 
off tiredly, he threw them into the corner of the rather 
small room, and wearing only his pants, he sat by the 
window. The night was lovely, as the day had been, and 
Ithil shone bright on the horizon as the crickets’ tuned 
their usual melody not so far beyond his window. 
 
With a sigh, he stood from the window seat, and wrapping a 
light robe over his shoulders, he headed to the library, 
recalling he had yet to pick a book to help him sleep that 
night. The sight before him made him stop in his place, as 
he noticed Lindir sitting on the couch with a blond head 
resting on his lap. The dark haired elf’s hand was 
carefully petting the blond hair, whilst staring at the 
fire, and hearing the soft ´thank you,´ Elladan knew who 
the blond was. 
 
Shaking himself out of his daze, he went back the way he 
had come, with no book in hand but a haunting feeling in 
his heart that he was sure instead of helping him sleep 
would manage to keep him awake all night. 
 
TBC…

 
 
Falling into Temptation.
Chapter/ Part: (32/?).

Author: Celebrian.
Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel & Elrond / Erestor. Elladan also mentioned.
Rating: R/ NC17
Summary: 
Disclaimer: I don’t own them :o( But they all live in my mind.
Warnings: Angsty at first, Fluffy at the end… 
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.
Slowly getting back on track, so please be kind and patient with the author if 
you feedback to her J
Elvish Translations: Amin mela lle: I love you. // Amin mela lle, beika Erestor: 
I love you too Erestor. // Mela en´ coiamin: Love of my life // Lirimaer: Lovely 
one.// Ammin merna lle, A´maelarain: I want you, My beloved. // Quel amrun: Good 
morning. Saurar: Foul. // Menelya: Friday. // Ada: Father/ Papa. // Mead: Sweet 
wine of fermented honey// Melui* elei : Sweet dreams
Feedback: Please, Please! I beg of you. I will be eternally grateful :o) 
- Special thanks to Beta, Elaine -

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Elrond shifted as quietly as he could in the bed and looked to his side as if 
needing to make sure Erestor was still there. And as soon as his eyes caught 
sight of his lover, he could not help but smile softly, wishing he was able to 
curl up closer with out making Erestor jump from their bed, thinking him to be 
someone he was not. 


Settling himself on his side, he studied the perfect sleeping features, and his 
smile grew a bit more at the beautiful view. Erestor was a stunningly beautiful 
elf, and he was more than lucky the other had noticed him in the past. It was 
still a mystery to him what had made Erestor fall for him, but they had both 
agreed, long ago, it had been love at first sight. 


It seemed ironic now, to consider that he had met Erestor while the other had 
been lost in the labyrinth like hallways of Gil Galad´s palace. And it seemed 
even more ironic now that he had rescued the Noldo from falling when that letter 
had slipped of his hand. Perhaps he was not allowed to rescue Erestor more than 
once… 


“What are you thinking?” Erestor asked sleepily as he woke to his beloved’s 
scrutinising gaze. 


Startled at the words, Elrond smiled softly and reached forward to push a dark 
lock of hair back to place. “I am thinking that we should take the day off.” 
“You could take the day off,” Erestor corrected, embracing his pillow closer 
before he yawned into his hand. “You have not let me go to my study in two days 
now,” he reminded his Lord. He was the chief advisor and there were things only 
he could check on. 


A small pout formed on the elf Lord’s lips as he met Erestor´s eyes pleadingly. 
“Please?” he asked softly again, wishing he could use a more ´persuasive´ 
tactic. “You spent the day with the twins yesterday. I deserve one myself too.” 
Smirking, the Noldo chuckled before he shook his head. “Ah, a´maelarain,” he 
said softly, smiling tenderly at the other. “Why is that I can never refuse 
you?” 


“Because I am adorable,” Elrond grinned as he stated matter of factly, carefully 
leaning forward to press a chaste kiss on the corner of Erestor´s lips; a kiss 
that set his contact starved body on fire. 


“Aye, you know you are and you take advantage of my weakness regarding it,” 
Erestor teased shyly, tangling his hand in the dark locks and leading Elrond’s 
lips to his own for a ´real´ kiss. 


Almost shining with happiness, the elf Lord pressed his brow to the other’s 
briefly before he pulled to rest on his own side again. “We will go get some 
food, a blanket, some wine…and it will be only us for the entire day. Like in 
the old times…” 


Smiling at the memories, Erestor nodded, “But tomorrow, I go back to my chores,” 
he stated, looking at Elrond steadily and grinning when the other nodded. “Let 
us go then, we should not be wasting such a lovely day.” 


Rolling his eyes as if annoyed, and reluctant to get up from their shared 
nestle, the elf Lord stumbled to the floor, wondering in the back of his mind 
how Erestor´s mood could swing so easily. He seemed happy now, to him at least… 
Of course; he was the best actor in the entire house when it came to lying, or 
hiding something, but Elrond never thought he would not be able to read his 
lover, he never knew himself not able to know what was going on in Erestor´s 
mind… Not like now. 


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Looking up from the scattered papers on his desk, Glorfindel smiled at the sight 
of Elrohir entering his study and prancing towards him, almost reminding him of 
when the youngest Peredhil escaped another class to sneak into the study for a 
short visit, or a silly question. 


*Not an elfling,* he thought absently as a tender hand cupped his face to shift 
it slightly so Elrohir´s lips could cover his own as the dark haired half-elf 
sat on the edge of his desk. *Not anymore…*


Closing his eyes, he responded to the kiss as his hand gently slid along the 
firm thigh to the curve of Elrohir´s rear and waist as the kiss deepened, making 
his beloved moan faintly into it and sending a wave of heat through his entire 
being.


Feeling the long fingers sliding on his hair to keep his head steady as the kiss 
continued did not help either, he was starting to grow hard by the minute. 
“Everybody knocks,” Elrohir mumbled sensing the stiffness that was suddenly 
created between them as his beloved tensed. 


“You father does not,” Glorfindel replied still too lost in the sensations as to 
actually push away the kiss, “your brother does not either.”


“Leaving,” Elrohir mumbled softly before managing to break from the kiss and 
heading to the door. 


The Elda looked at the dark haired elf, after a blink, dizzy enough as to not be 
quite aware of what had been going on, though managing to focus on the other 
who, instead of leaving, as stated, was locking the door and returning to him. 
Sitting on the edge of his desk and bending to kiss him again; torturingly 
softly yet deeply enough, as to make him moan with repressed need. 


His hands once again stroked the firm thigh as it climbed to the round rear, 
though as it settled there, he gently lead Elrohir to stand between his legs and 
lean on the edge of his desk. 


The young prince straightened up, at the feel of his lover’s hand sliding up his 
body, making him arch backwards and purr even when the cold fingers snaked 
between the folds of his tunic and shirt. Glorfindel´s brow pressed on his 
stomach, and his own hands help him steady himself on the desk. 


The hands sliding between the shirt and the small of his back pressed a bit 
more, as they moved up along his skin, lifting the annoying fabric away, and the 
small wave of cold air colliding with his now bare belly was soon replaced but 
the tingling sensation of expectation, when the golden haired elf’s lips kissed 
the taut flesh reverentially. 


Soon, the wicked lips trailed a loving line of butterfly kisses down, to the 
waistline of his pants, which his lover’s hands were already unlacing, to let 
them fall and form a small puddle around his ankles. 


The elder elf growled appreciatively in the back of his throat at the sight of 
Elrohir´s erection and, bending slightly, he let his tongue brush over the 
shaft’s leaking head, as his fingers encircled it; holding it steady so his 
mouth and throat could take it within them. 


Elrohir shivered at the moan that made him stir with need and, glancing down, he 
watched between hooded lids as his beloved took him fully. He could see his 
shaft disappear between those alluring lips to reappear within seconds, 
glistening with saliva and precum as the pacing increased, making him believe 
that the next time that mouth took him, it was the time he was going to come. 
But apparently, those were not Glorfindel´s plans, as when the other sensed his 
release, he slowed down making him growl in need and distress.


There was the soothing hand again, caring fingers brushing along his side, 
making him mewl like a needful cat even as he thrust idly into the hot mouth.
Taking pity at the image of his unmade lover, Glorfindel brushed the same 
fingers that had lingered on Elrohir´s waist across the soft sacks dancing 
rhythmically with each trust, whilst sucking as harder and as deeper as he 
could. If the moan leaving Elrohir´s lips was any indication of how he was 
feeling at the moment, then he must be doing a good job. 


Clenching his fingers around the wooden desk, Elrohir moaned loudly, too loudly 
perhaps for the place they had chosen to do this, but he was unable to cover yet 
another moan as he felt his climax sweeping over his entire body as he came into 
Glorfindel´s eager mouth. 


Trembling, he kicked his pants away and straddled the blond in his chair, 
wrapping both his legs around Glorfindel´s thighs as his arms encircled the 
other’s neck and his brow pressed to the perfect shoulder. He could barely 
breathe, though he managed to smile, against the soothing and comforting arms 
that swiftly embraced him. “I have never lasted that long,” he confessed softly, 
sending hot air to the pale neck close to his lips. 


Smiling softly, Glorfindel stroked the dark hair and held Elrohir closer to him, 
even as he tried to stop a lustful shiver from being noticed. “Did you enjoy 
it?” he asked softly, nuzzling lovingly the ebony hair, before he pressed a 
tender kiss to the perfect ear. 


“You know I did.” Elrohir grinned, though he blushed a little. “I have never… it 
felt… intense. I have never felt so … high before,” he tried to explain what 
Glorfindel had made him feel with words. He had usually stroked himself to 
release, and had had great climaxes thinking of his tutor. But none of those had 
been like this one. Not even the time he had finished inside his beloved. 
Smirking at the soft purr, Glorfindel wondered on Elrohir´s thoughts, and he 
suddenly wished they were in bed so he could snuggle his lover until the other 
was asleep. 


“Why was this so different from all other times?” Elrohir asked curiously and 
shyly as he snuggled closer, “Asides from you doing it, that is.”
“Hmm, and who have done this before I could?” Glorfindel teased.


“No one!” Elrohir almost giggled, knowing his tutor to be kidding. “You know 
what I meant,” he murmured, kissing the pale neck softly before nuzzling it 
gently. 


“Yes I know what you meant,” Glorfindel soothed softly, absently offering more 
flesh to kiss while bending his head slightly to the side. “It was different 
because we let the climax build up instead of letting your body come as soon as 
it was ready.”


“So, the longer you hold onto your orgasm the more the pleasure you get out of 
it?” Elrohir asked, kissing his way to Glorfindel´s chest, as his fingers worked 
the buttons of the other’s robe open. 


“Basically yes,” the golden haired elf purred at the feel of warm lips brushing 
over his chest as his lover rocked faintly on his lap, teasing Glorfindel´s 
erection before sliding down between the blond´s legs as his fingers worked the 
rest of the buttons of the other’s robe open before they settled over the bulge 
under the pants, making him growl. 


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


Arching an eyebrow, Elladan stopped himself from entering the study when a soft 
moan made its way to his ears. Well, at least he *had* found Elrohir, he 
considered with a sigh before turning to leave, more than aware his brother 
would not be coming out of Glorfindel´s study anytime soon. 
Raking a hand through his dark mane, he headed to the nearest terrace, and then 
climbed down the stairs to the gardens. It was a beautiful day again, and the 
coming of the spring made its presence in the soft fresh air of the late 
morning. 


Considering his options, he realized he had no idea of what he wanted to do, 
asides not feeling the way he did. That image, of Tywien resting her head on 
Lindir´s lap, had haunted him all night for some reason, until he fell asleep, 
and it came back to him as soon as he woke. Not to mention of course, the dream 
in which he was cornering her against a wall before he kissed her. 


What kind of dreams were these? Since when did he dream about maids? And most 
importantly, since when did he dream of kissing them? 


“Elladan?” a distant voice called as he took the path to head to the bridges. 
And raising his head, he grinned at the sight of his grandfather. 


“Atada!” he almost squealed, hurrying towards his grandfather’s horse and party. 
“What are you doing here?!” he asked with surprise whilst Celeborn dismounted 
from his steed to embrace him tightly. 


“Can I not visit my kin?” The silver haired elf Lord laughed delightedly at the 
oldest twin’s surprise and embraced him tightly. “Elbereth, but you are even 
taller than the last time I saw you.” 


“You saw me practically two years ago, of course I am taller,” Elladan replied a 
bit childishly whilst smiling at the blond. “Are you going to stay with us for a 
while?” he inquired hopefully. “The summer? You could return to Lórien with 
mother when the summer ends.”


“We will see, Elladan,” Celeborn laughed musically, amused by the young 
Peredhil´s enthusiasm. “I have yet to decide how long will I stay, but I can 
assure you it is at least a couple of months.” 


Grinning in glee, Elladan embraced his grandfather tightly again, too happy to 
do otherwise. 


Laughing softly again, the silver haired elf embraced Elladan tightly before he 
looked at his grandchild curiously. “Now tell me something,” he started, waving 
his hand for the rest of the party to continue their way to the stables and the 
house. His grandson would always be more important than protocol or anything, 
and he knew Elrond would not take any offence at him arriving a couple of 
minutes after the entire party. “How is that such an excellent hunter as 
yourself was not able to see us until we were practically by your side?” 


Elladan blushed furiously both at the compliment and the easiness he had been 
caught unguarded. “I was thinking,” he acknowledged to the other’s curious eyes. 
“Hmm, and would what you were thinking about might by any chance have been a 
maid? Or perhaps a boy?” he asked, finding his answer in the deeper blush. 


“Well, sort of,” Elladan confessed looking down as they started to walk at the 
side of the path again. “We should head to the house, so you can change and 
bath. Ada is not home but you can see him tonight if you have anything important 
to discuss with him.”


The idea of Elrond taking a break made the blond elf frown a little; Elrond 
never took time off, and when he did, it was because he could no longer handle 
something, and the peace and quiet helped his mind relax and think clearly. 


Though soon enough he looked at the dark haired elf by his side again, Elladan 
was swift when wanting to change a subject, “There is nothing important I need 
to discuss with your father, I am here only for a visit,” he assured with a 
smile. “So, who is this girl or boy that was distracting you so much?”


“I am not positive it is her, herself that is distracting me or the fact that 
she is a girl. I do not like maids,” he stated as if reminding himself of that 
fact and looking the other in the eyes for support. “I never did, I just… like 
her. I think.” 


“One does not have to like either boys or maids when it comes to personal 
relationships. Preferences will always exist but, in the end what truly matters 
is what your heart wants, and how it feels when near someone you care about,” 
Celeborn stated quietly. “If you feel your heart fluttering in your chest when 
you are near her and not others, then it might be trying to tell you something, 
even if she is a girl.”


“But I have never liked maids,” Elladan remembered, a bit troubled and still 
confused. 


“There is always a first time for everything,” the silver haired elf reminded 
kindly, whilst stopping to look carefully at Elladan. “For some of us, there is 
no black and white in the matters of personal relationships as there is for 
others. Some of us can find the company of either males and females comfortable 
when some can only find only one of them to be the right one.”

 
“But, I know no one with those preferences. All elves I know, either like maids 
or males. I do not know anyone that would feel comfortable with both. Well, 
there is Ada, he married mother after all. But, I do not think he *enjoys* it.” 
“You know me,” the Lórien elf said softly, a bit amused at the look Elladan gave 
him.


“Would you enjoy the company of a male?” the oldest twin asked, almost in awe at 
the latest discovery. 


“I know I would, as I did in the past.” Celeborn nodded with a chuckle before 
embracing Elladan closer by the shoulder, trying to reassure the young elf. “Do 
not act rashly but try feeling instead of thinking. The heart can lead us to 
heartbreaks, but the mind is treacherous enough as to make us lose the 
opportunities to meet that one, that might be truly special to us.” 


“Thanks Atada.” Elladan smiled at Celeborn feeling a little bit relieved. He had 
not discussed this matter with anyone and, besides Elrohir´s insinuations, he 
knew of no one who might be aware of his ´interest´ in his brother’s friend. It 
might have been because no one asked what was going on in his life, or might 
have been the fact that everything seemed crazy at Imladris lately. Erestor not 
feeling well, Glorfindel and Elrohir, his father, the visit of his mother, he 
himself feeling this and now the visit of his grandfather. It might have been 
because everything was been hectic, as it might have been the fact he did not 
like to discuss his feelings at all. He had been caught unguarded this time, but 
somehow it did not matter as he started to feel less confused and, most 
importantly, not alone regarding these new sensations he had started to feel. 


TBC


Falling into Temptation. 
Chapter/ Part: (33/?)
Author: Celebrian.
Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel, Elrond / Erestor & Elladan/ OFC.
Rating: R
Summary: 
Disclaimer: I don’t own them :o( But they all live in my mind.
Warnings: Angsty at first, Fluffy at the end… 
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.
Small cakes = treat, similar to our every day cookies. 
Elvish Translations: Amin mela lle: I love you. // Amin mela lle, beika Erestor: 
I love you too Erestor. // Mela en´ coiamin: Love of my life // Lirimaer: Lovely 
one.// Ammin merna lle, A´maelarain: I want you, My beloved. // Quel amrun: Good 
morning. Saurar: Foul. // Menelya: Friday. // Ada: Father/ Papa. // Mead: Sweet 
wine of fermented honey// Melui* elei : Sweet dreams
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Erestor took a deep breath, as if he had forgotten what fresh air smelled like. 
In some way this was true, as the air his lungs had been consuming all these 
past years was the air of loneliness and silent grief. He could not share his 
problems with Elrond, and that was perhaps the worst thing of all; to keep this 
secret, this secret that was consuming him as candle wax is consumed by its 
flame. 


Looking to the side, as the fear crawled over him at the idea of being consumed 
by hate and loathing when his little reason was finally overwhelmed by this 
burning sensation within himself, he could not help but smile at the sight of 
Elrond preparing their little resting place for the rest of the day. 


“There is no wind, A'maelarain,” he chuckled, moving closer to offer yet another 
rock to the elf Lord as he settled them on the corners of the blanket. 


“There will be by the afternoon, and then we will not have to trouble ourselves 
doing this,” Elrond stated seriously, concentrating on his task of settling the 
rocks before he crawled to the still unsecured corner. 


Smirking again at the sight, Erestor sat on his heels to look at his lover still 
busy with the new task of placing the basket with food on the other corner, 
under the shade of the tree. 


“All settled now,” the half elf stated proudly, checking on his work before 
swift arms attacked him, wrapping around his chest and pulling him back to sit 
and lie down on the blanket before the Noldo snuggled up to him. 


“All settled now,” Erestor purred contently from his nestle as Elrond’s arms 
embraced him protectively and loving lips pressed a kiss to his hair. 


“Indeed,” the elf Lord purred happily back whilst his beloved’s fingers traced 
incoherent patterns over the fabric of his shirt. “We should do this more 
often.” He smiled happily pulling the other even closer in his arms. 


“We should,” the advisor agreed quietly, absently remembering their first picnic 
They had known each other for at least a month when, on one of his free days, 
Elrond appeared in the library asking him out for the day. He had stated that he 
was meant to go to the lake with Glorfindel but something important had come up 
and the Elda had not been able to accompany him and he hated going alone. 


Erestor had quickly accepted of course, having had a crush on Elrond since the 
first time they had met, and they had both left for the stables in order to get 
their horses ready. To his surprise back then, Elrond had already known he owned 
a horse when it was most odd for a simple scribe such as he was to be able to 
support anyone but himself on such a simple salary.


They had reached the lake an hour later and again, to his surprise, Elrond had 
prepared not only food and a blanket but also some of the finest wine. 


He had not suspected a thing, not even with the tell-tale glasses his lover 
would use even now when inviting him somewhere apart to share some ´time´ alone. 
Elrond had been adoringly romantic, and they had both listened to the other as 
if nothing else mattered in the world; again, the fact neither of them was able 
to tear their eyes from the other did not manage to tell Erestor of Elrond’s 
interest in him. He had been so convinced someone like Elrond would never notice 
him, he was not even able to read the signs and convinced himself otherwise when 
he dared believe the other might actually be trying to tell him something. 


Late, during the late afternoon, the advisor had turned his head slightly, as it 
rested on his arm to caught the half elf leaning his weight on one of his 
shoulder and looking at him intently. He had smiled, while his eyes met those 
lovely grey ones piercing his own, and the hope that that might be the moment he 
was hoping for died, when Elrond smiled back at him and leaned back to his 
place. He had again thought that Elrond wanted him for a friend. 


The rest of the day had been spent mostly in silence as it seemed neither of 
them dared to do much more than appreciate the other’s presence. 


“What made you change your mind that day?” Erestor asked quietly snuggling 
closer to the warm body against his own. “Our first day out, alone… together.” 
Erestor reminded with a small purr as his beloved hummed, not sure of what he 
was talking about, and delved his fingers into his ebony hair to caress the 
scalp under it gently with lazy, soothing motions. “We were lying together in 
the blanket, and when I opened my eyes, I saw you looking at me. I thought you 
wanted to kiss me, but you never did,” Erestor said softly, shifting slightly in 
the embrace to meet the half elf’s open eyes, which smiled affectionately back 
at him. 


“Did you want me to?” Elrond teased, already knowing the answer as his hand 
settled on the small of his advisor’s back. They had already discussed this 
before, but he would never tire of the different perspectives of their shared 
life. 


Nodding Erestor smiled and leaned back, resting his check on Elrond’s shoulder 
as he wrapped a possessive arm around the other. “I remember myself trying to 
think if I might have done something wrong, something that might have stopped 
you from kissing me, but I could not remember anything.”


“Well, I wanted to kiss you back then, as I want to now,” he added truthfully. 
“But back then, I was afraid I might have read you wrong and you would push me 
away, I feared that was not what you really wanted and then you might have not 
wanted to see me again. I could not have that. I could not seduce you if I was 
not able to get near you.”


The Noldo chuckled at the seriousness of the other’s tone and shook his head 
faintly. “I was already seduced, A'maelarain, I could not help but melt every 
time you were near. I just did not know how to express it.” 


“So… you listened through the walls. To find out if I was interested too.” 
“I did not!” the advisor chided, outraged and amused as the strong arms held him 
close so he could not move away. 


“That´s correct you were passing by…” Elrond teased with a nod. 


“I was. And I accidentally heard Glorfindel mentioning my name, so I could not 
help but to pay attention whilst I walked and I stumbled into one of the 
statues…” he blushed.


“Aye, you must have been paying attention.” Elrond laughed softly, shaking his 
head and stroking his lover’s cheek soothingly. He loved to see Erestor blushing 
like he did long ago, it reminded him of the time he was able to soothe the 
other’s heart, when Erestor would come to him when upset. “I remember you were 
flushed red when we got outside with Glorfindel, and trying to pick up all the 
papers you had dropped as hurriedly as you could.” 


“I was hoping you had not seen me, I did not wanted to create an embarrassing 
moment for either of us. You were discussing something personal with your 
friend, and …” Erestor blushed a bit more at the memories and hid his face on 
Elrond’s neck. “I did not want you to think I was listening to you on purpose.” 
Elrond purred as the warm breath collided with his skin when Erestor spoke to 
his neck and smirked a little at the same memory, he knew his lover had not 
found out that on purpose but it was still too cute to see Erestor blush. 


“Glorfindel and I, were not discussing the matter, he was literally scolding 
me,” he acknowledged softly closing his eyes a little as feathery like lips 
brushed absently over the sensitive flesh. 


“He was right you know; it was their loss,” Erestor said whilst nuzzling the 
other’s neck and wining encouraging purrs from his lover. Elrond had been 
considered elf enough to be fucked back then, but not elf enough to have a 
relationship with. It had been hard for him, to be accepted within the court and 
some still ended not considering him elf enough to be among them. Luckily now, 
things were more easy for him regarding that issue... 


“Only you would know,” Elrond smiled tenderly as Erestor´s bright green eyes met 
his own. He swore he could still see that sparkle of innocence he had long ago 
seen, there, hidden between the happiness, pain and knowledge his beloved had 
gained with the passing of the years of his lengthy life. Love shone bright in 
them as well, and a great amount of fear and pain lingered, clinging to that 
hopeful feeling that warmed his advisor’s heart. “Sometimes I think; I should 
thank them. After all, they helped me see what I truly wanted in a lover. 
Somehow they helped me find you.”


“I am not who I was,” Erestor said quietly and sadly when Elrond´s voice 
repeated in the back of his mind, he only needed to see himself in the mirror to 
know what the other looked in a lover. 


“Nor am I, I have changed in ways we would never imagine, and you still love 
me.” He looked at Erestor intently as if wanting to see the other felt otherwise 
towards him, making Erestor smile. “I cannot say my feelings for you changed 
from then to the present time. In fact they have, I love you even more now… and 
I know for sure I could never survive without you by my side. That is something 
I did not know back then.” 


Smiling at the advisor’s dreamy smile, Elrond cupped Erestor´s cheek gently, 
urging the Noldo to lean slightly for a kiss, sweetly silencing Erestor before 
his lover started thinking, and troubling himself again. 


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Elladan headed to the kitchens for a snack, something sweet hopefully. Something 
that would cheer him up a little. Sugar usually helped, though he stopped in the 
entrance as he noticed Tywien in the kitchen. Did he want to meet with her now? 
He considered looking at her carefully as he would the enemy before deciding his 
next move when she turned to see what the cluttering behind her was, and her 
eyes intercepted him on their way to the sink where one maid was dropping a 
casserole. 


She smiled at him, and the oldest twin thought he was about to melt. “What are 
you doing here?” he asked, moving forward, unable to escape now he had been 
caught. “Lindir put you to work already?” he asked, trying to make his words 
sound like a joke, and failing noticeably. He truly wanted to ask about what he 
had accidentally witnessed last night. Was he setting himself for yet another 
deception from her?


“No, I came of my own free will,” she replied softly to Elladan who started to 
prepare himself some tea. “I was bored, so I decided to come prepare something 
to eat.” 


“Anything good to eat? I am hungry but I do not quite know what I want.” 
“Everything here, is good, Master Elladan,” one of the maids teased the oldest 
twin, amused when he gave her an apologetic smile. “You should know that your 
father wishes for us to keep all kinds of food within the kitchens, at all 
times.” 


“Yes, I know,” Elladan admitted bashfully to the older maid in charge of the 
kitchens before he moved to the table where Tywien was having her tea. “But that 
was not what I meant,” he added blushing a little. 


Giggling, the blond haired maid nodded absently, knowing what Elladan had wanted 
to say, having known the young elf since the day he was born. “I believe this is 
ready, my lady.” 


Tywien stood and, carefully moving to the counter, she looked at the small 
cakes, before she smiled at the maid, who told her that the cakes looked very 
good and tasty. 


“They only need to be tasted by Master Elladan,” the head maid said quietly 
helping Tywien place the small still warm cakes in a plate. “He has been the one 
approving of all sweets within the kitchen since he was three.” 


Biting back a giggle, Elrohir´s friend glanced at Elladan back at the table. He 
was blushing furiously but he did smile back at her. Carrying the plate, she 
offered one to the one who had helped her bake them, before she headed to the 
table holding the plate before Elladan´s eyes. “I promise, they do taste good,” 
she guaranteed. 


“Hmm, how can you tell when you had had none yet?” the half elf inquired, 
arching a curious eyebrow before he did take one. They were still warm and they 
actually smelled really good. “What am I about to eat?” he asked again, 
pretending not to be very willing to try the pastry. 


“Small cakes flavoured with lemons, oranges and cloves,” she said, placing the 
plate on the table and sitting on her chair again, whilst watching at Elladan 
expectantly. 


“Alright, but if I do get food poisoning, I will blame you with Ada,” he 
complained teasingly, making her roll her eyes and the old cook snort before 
leaving them alone in the kitchen. 


“Oh, shut up and try it.” Tywien giggled waving her hand for Elladan to eat. 
“So?” she inquired anxiously as Elladan chewed. 


“Hmm, yes… the taste is fairly alright,” he joked, eating the rest of the cake 
and, smirking at the dejected puppy eyes, he reached for another one. “The best 
I had since I can remember,” he stated, eating a second small cake and smiling 
at her rather proud grin. “I did not know you knew how to cook.” 


“There were not many things I could do back at Mirkwood, and cooking is a nice 
way to keep my mind off other things.” 


“What kind of things?” the oldest twin asked quietly before sipping his tea and 
reaching for another cake. They were truly the best he had had in long time. And 
the best part of it, they were really sweet. 


“My dreams mostly.” Tywien reached for a small cake herself. 


Elladan smirked again at the image of a ´Lady´ dunking the cake in her tea 
before giving it a bite, and apparently she noticed he was amused by the action 
for she blushed a lovely shade of pink. Taking another sip of his tea he looked 
at the different patterns showing in the cakes. Some were heart shaped when 
others were meant to be leaves. Other ones were square with printing inside, and 
others of diamond form wore thin lines within them. “What do you dream about?” 
A bit surprised by the question, she looked up at Elladan again and considered 
her answer. “Things. I am not sure what they are I just see… things in my 
dreams; and sometimes, when I am awake as well.” 


“But, what are they so upsetting if they are no more than images?” 


“Because I know, someday, somehow they will become real even if I am not there 
to witness them.” She spoke softly as a cloud of gloom overtook her. 


“Everything alright?” Lindir asked entering the kitchens and noticing the tense 
silence. 


Elladan sighed and glared absentmindedly at Lindir before he turned to continue 
with his tea again. Better let her deal with the obnoxious elf. He always ended 
up in some kind of quarrel and he was not in the mood right now. Apparently, he 
was not able to have tea in peace either now. 


“Yes, Lindir,” Tywien smiled softly to the elder elf with a nod. 


Nodding slowly, the dark haired elf walked towards the table looking at the 
small cakes, trying to ignore the quiet half elf sitting on the chair by the 
wall. “I did not know Míriel was going to prepare small cakes,” he mused, taking 
one and moving towards the main counter to start writing his list.


“Actually, she helped me do them.” The young elf lady smiled softly at Lindir 
whilst the other tried the cake and made a small sound of pleasure in the back 
of his throat, making her grin. 


“Delicious,” Lindir assured with a nod, finishing his treat and starting on his 
list. 


“Want to go for a ride?” the oldest twin asked her, getting her attention back 
and starting to stand. 


“Hmm, yes of course,” Tywien nodded standing up herself, “Let me clean this up 
and I will join you.” 


“It is alright,” Lindir said from his place with out even raising his eyes from 
the paper he was writing on, “I will clean that when I finish this, go have 
fun.”


“Are you sure?” 


“He said he will,” Elladan nodded holding her hand and dragging her along gently 
as he would Elrohir. “Where should we go?” he asked crossing the main door, and 
avoiding paying attention to Lindir´s distant snort. 


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Elrohir was lacing the back of his robe when Glorfindel moved to answer the 
urgent knock. The Elda prevented his body from being seen by standing between 
the open door and himself. Elrohir could only hear an anxious ramble and turning 
slightly, he noticed Glorfindel nodded twice before entering. 


“I have to go,” the golden haired elf explained hurriedly, moving along the 
study and, gathering his sword and knives from the table, he glanced at the 
puzzled elfling. “If your father comes back before I do, inform him I had to 
leave for the west border. I will be back as soon as I can,” he babbled already 
moving to the door. 


“Wait, what happened?” Elrohir asked hurrying to his lover’s side. “I can help.”
“Yes, you can,” Glorfindel nodded pining Elrohir to his place with a cold 
warning stare, “Stay here and tell your father what I said when he gets back. 
Make sure Elladan does not go near that border either,” he said whilst 
disappearing to change his clothes into the proper battle ones before he headed 
to the stables, where the other elves were already preparing to aid the injured 
party. 


Blinking, the youngest Peredhil looked at the empty place, dumbfounded, before 
he growled softly. He was no child to be left behind, and if things were so bad 
that Glorfindel had to run to the heart of danger, then he was entitled to help.


TBC


Falling into Temptation. 
Chapter/ Part: (34/?)
Author: Celebrian.
Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel, Elrond / Erestor & Elladan/ OFC.
Rating: R
Summary: 
Disclaimer: I don’t own them :o( But they all live in my mind.
Warnings: Angsty at first, Fluffy at the end… 
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.
Small cakes = treat, similar to our every day cookies. 
Elvish Translations: Amin mela lle: I love you. // Amin mela lle, beika Erestor: 
I love you too Erestor. // Mela en´ coiamin: Love of my life // Lirimaer: Lovely 
one.// Ammin merna lle, A´maelarain: I want you, My beloved. // Quel amrun: Good 
morning. Saurar: Foul. // Menelya: Friday. // Ada: Father/ Papa. // Mead: Sweet 
wine of fermented honey// Melui* elei : Sweet dreams
Feedback: Please, Please! I beg of you. I will be eternally grateful :o) 
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Glorfindel met Haldir and Celeborn on the stables, he had no idea the elven Lord 
was visiting them, but he certainly was glad to see him there at the moment.

“How bad is the situation?” Celeborn asked, mounting his steed and riding by 
Haldir´s side when Glorfindel joined them in the line. 

“It was a scouting party, ten dead at least, and the orcs managed to take refuge 
before we got there. Apparently they knew every move and attacked when the place 
was short of guards due to the change of shifts.” 

“Orcs are growing wilder and smarter with the passing of the years,” the silver 
haired guardian commented. “It does not surprise me that they have been waiting 
the perfect time to attack. They seem to have learnt for the right moment to.” 

The elf Lord looked at the golden haired Elda checking on the rest of the elves, 
nodded when the other looked at him, and they started on their way to the 
border, hoping the situation was not as bad as one of the survivors had said. 

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Elrohir found his mother in her private gardens and he hurried among the rose 
bushes towards her, making her glare up at him inquiringly. “Have you seen 
Elladan?” he asked worriedly.

“Does it seem like I follow each one of you around to find out what you are 
doing?” Celebrian replied bitterly, standing and glaring at her youngest son 
coldly before she looked at her aids, ignoring the hurt look in Elrohir`s eyes. 

“I think your brother was with your friend, master Elrohir,” one of the youngest 
aids said quietly, not sure she was allowed to speak, but when Elrohir pinned 
her in her place she looked at the grass trying to remember where had she seen 
them. “In the stables. They were picking up their horses, I assume they must 
have gone for a ride.” 

Nodding to the young girl, Elrohir smiled and muttered his thanks before he 
started on his way to the stables. Once he got his horse ready, he would find 
Elladan, and together they would go help protect the borders of their home. 

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“We should be going back,” Tywien said softly, looking at Elladan who was lying 
on the grass, stargazing whilst the horses took a break and pastured no far away 
from them. 

Shifting his head slightly, Elladan smiled at her as she sat by his side, 
carefully folding the skirt of her dress so she would not have much trouble when 
standing later, nor would it get too wrinkled. “Bored?” he asked softly, resting 
a lazy hand on his chest as he smiled softly at her. Elbereth, he could still 
not believe he could find her so attractive and appealing… Now he was 
considering she looked even more beautiful under the starlight! Hopeless, he was 
definitely hopeless… 

“No, but we are pretty far away the house; and it is dinner time.” She spoke 
softly as her eyes smiled silently at him, “Your father might start getting 
worried if you do not appear for dinner. And so will Elrohir and Glorfindel and 
Erestor. ” 

“Hmm, yes they will. They worry too much though; there is not much that can 
really happen to any of us within the borders of the valley.” 

“They worry because they care, it would be much worst they didn’t at all,” she 
said softly, looking up when Elladan raised a finger pointing at the sky. “A 
falling star,” she smiled closing her eyes and making a wish before she opened 
them again to find Elladan looking back at her, with a look she had never seen 
on him before. 

“What did you ask for?” he asked quietly, making her blush a little and shake 
her head. 

“Now, if I told you, it would not come true.” She smirked before getting 
distracted by the sound of an approaching horse. 

Elladan sat in his place and looked around, wondering who could be in that part 
of the valley so late at night, before he noticed his brother’s steed between 
the trees as his brother approached to them. He stood then, almost panicking at 
the idea of Elrohir riding so late in the night and alone, “What is it?” he 
asked urgently. “Erestor?” he fretted for some reason. “Ada?” he tried again at 
the shake of his brother’s head. 

“Orcs are attacking one of the borders, Glorfindel, Atada and Haldir went to 
make sure there are no more casualties, Glorfindel sent me to tell you not to 
get anywhere near there, and if I found Ada, to inform him of what was going 
on.” 

“Have you find Ada?” Elladan asked, whistling for his and Tywien`s horses which 
returned at once to their masters. 

“No, I think he left early this morning, with Erestor I assume. I have not found 
him either.” 

Nodding, Elladan mounted his mare and looked for Tywien to do the same. “We 
should find them, then.”

“No, I want to go to the border.” Elrohir shook his head stubbornly and looked 
Elladan in the eye, his twin always had managed to read his needs with out him 
having to express them with words. Elladan would understand by just looking at 
him. 

“Glorfindel will be alright Elrohir; he knows what he is doing,” the blond 
haired lady assured as soothingly as she could to the distressed elf. “You 
should find your father and inform him of this in case he needs to take further 
precautions. You must stay within the city as Glorfindel asked you.” 

Looking from his brother to the young maid, Elladan felt caught between a wall 
and a sword, knowing she was right, but also feeling his brother’s need to make 
sure his beloved was alright. 

“I ´have´ to,” the youngest Peredhil tried to explain, shaking his head. 

“You will only make things worse, Elrohir,” she warned before looking at 
Elladan. “Glorfindel will be alright, you must do as he said.” 


“I can not.” Elrohir shook his head one last time, starting to worry now that if 
things were so bad as for Tywien to try to dissuade him from going, then he had 
even more reason to disobey the previous command and be by Glorfindel´s side. 
Burying his heels in the flanks of his horse, he started his way to the border, 
he could not wait now. Not even Elladan´s plea would make him waste more time.

“Find my father and inform him of the situation,” Elladan said, hating having to 
leave her to go back alone but never considering taking her with him. 

“Elladan, he is making a mistake,” she said, distressed. 

“I know, but it is his choice.” Elladan nodded letting his horse move closer to 
hers and clasping her hand. “Hurry back, don’t stop for anything, and stay 
inside until we are back,” he said softly before looking up to meet her puzzled 
eyes. Raising his own hand which was resting over hers and with her nod, he 
urged his steed to follow his brother`s mare, also knowing this was a mistake, 
but it was obviously one that was meant to happen no matter what. 

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

Erestor left the bathroom to gather his night robes when Elrond called him back 
from the water, and he smirked to himself as Elrond always managed to call him 
back even before he had been able to go anywhere. “Yes?” he asked quietly, 
shifting to look at the elder elf resting his chin on the rim of the stone 
crafted tub. 

“Hurry back,” Elrond smiled dreamily at his beloved who smiled softly back at 
him and left to pick up his robe before getting in the water with him. That was 
quick, he smiled to himself as Erestor returned minutes later. “Now get into the 
water with me,” he smiled moving in the tub and leaving enough space for Erestor 
between his legs. 

“Hmm, do you promise I will be able to take my bath?” Erestor mused and smiled 
at the innocent look whilst sliding into the steamy scented water and settling 
against his beloved. 

“I can not promise anything, I have not made up my mind yet.” The elf Lord 
smirked to himself reaching for the sponge and starting to wash his advisor’s 
taut chest. 

The minutes passed and Erestor allowed himself to relax in the warm water, 
despite any teasing, caring ministrations. “How did you know where to find me?” 
he asked “The other day, at the waterfall, how did you know I was there?” 

“Haldir,” Elrond replied simply continuing to massage Erestor`s hair whilst 
washing it as well. 

“Haldir?” Erestor frowned handing his lover a jar filled with water so he could 
wash the soap away his ebony hair. 

“Yes, he came looking for me that morning, and said he had met with you in the 
yard, and that you did not look good.”

“And you might want to make sure I was alright?”

“Yes,” Elrond nodded even though Erestor could not see him. 

“I thought he did not care for anything or anyone besides his brothers,” the 
dark haired advisor mused out loud, closing his eyes as he felt the clear water 
falling over his face and leaning against Elrond’s back again when the other was 
done cleansing his hair. 

“My chief advisor should know better than to judge elves just for what they let 
us see,” the elf Lord said sleepily, resting his head on the edge of the tub on 
a well arranged towel, closing his eyes and enjoying having Erestor close to 
him. 

“I am not judging,” the Noldo replied quietly, closing his eyes as well and 
enjoying having Elrond’s arms around him in the intimacy of their shared bath. 
“I just find it odd he worried about my welfare, when he himself threatened to 
kill me if I ever went near his brother again. Well, he did have a point for 
wanting me away of Rumil then...”

“You do know Rumil still fancies you, do you not?” Elrond asked curiously after 
a small tired sigh, peering at the other his arms held dearly. 

“He does not Elrond; he barely talks to me now or looks at me, for what is 
worth.” 

“He might not address you directly or look at you when you are aware, but 
believe me, he is still interested in you. I have known him since he was a 
child, and I know that look he has whenever you are around. You might not notice 
because you got used to it already, but it is still there. He still thinks you 
would be better without me,” Elrond murmured. “And he might be right,” he 
sighed, rubbing a soaked hand over his tired eyes, considering the issue again. 

“Can we not end the night in peace?” Erestor asked, shifting within the embrace 
and looking at his beloved with puppy eyes. “I do not want to discuss any of 
them,” he said pleadingly as the half elf raised his hand to caress his cheek. 
“I am with you because I love you. I could not be anywhere else. I would not 
belong.” 

Smiling softly, Elrond nodded, “I am grateful for your love, though I am still 
not sure I deserve it,” he whispered before pressing his lips to Erestor`s in an 
almost chaste kiss. 

“Why do you think you do not deserve to be loved, a´maelarain? Asides the 
grumpiness, and the stubborn character and…” Erestor chuckled when noticing the 
small frown followed by an arched eyebrow when Elrond cocked his head to look at 
him with amusement. 

“Thank Elbereth you are trying to reassure me,” Elrond said softly, smirking and 
letting his fingers drift along with one damp lock of ebony hair. 

“I would not lie to you; you are a very difficult elf, yes. But, I do love you 
more than life itself… and I like to be around to be the one managing to change 
those frowns you get when you are upset; or to pamper you by getting you a new 
plate of food when you find something you do not like on the one the maid served 
you…” 

“I know you love me, Erestor,” Elrond spoke softly, lost in the intense eyes 
looking lovingly back at him. “But I think, that on the last day of my life, I 
will still be wondering what on Arda did I do to deserve you.” 

“Not everything has to have a reason, or meaning. Some things happen just 
because…” The advisor smiled at the half elf tenderly and leant for a sweet 
kiss, as the back of his fingers brushed against the blushed cheek. “Love hardly 
ever has a reason,” he whispered before looking at the bathroom door when 
hearing a knock on the main bedroom door. 

Growling softly, the elf Lord closed his eyes and pressed his brow to Erestor`s 
shoulder. “We just got to the house, what is so important for someone to be 
knocking at this hour on our bedroom door?” he complained. 

“I do not know, but we should find out,” the Noldo murmured, pressing a new kiss 
to the dark hair and brushing his fingers over Elrond’s shoulder he stood from 
the bath. “Finish your bath, I will go attend to the door and see if it is 
urgent or not.” 

Nodding, Elrond watched his lover go and, smiling to himself, he let his entire 
body submerge in the water and muffle any possible outside sounds. 

Closing the robe around his waist, the chief advisor opened the oak doors to see 
Tywien standing there, looking back at him in an urgent manner. “Elrohir?” 

Shaking her head she sighed, “Well, yes… and no…” she rubbed her brow a little 
trying to find the words to explain. “A message came from the one of the borders 
and Glorfindel attended to it, apparently Celeborn and Haldir are with him. 
Elrohir … followed, and Elladan as well,” she informed quietly. 

Erestor`s eyes widened at the new information and nodded, “Alright…” he said 
absently, dismissing her and nodding to himself as he tried to figure out how to 
tell Elrond this and how they should react to it. “Alright, go rest now, I will 
take care of this.”

“Do you need me to do something else?” 

“No, or yes… go find Lindir and inform him about the situation as well, make 
sure the healing house is ready to receive the inured. Ask him to do that,” 
Erestor said still thinking, and looking briefly at her he noticed her nod and 
leave before he himself went back inside to the bathroom to see Elrond leaving 
the tub. 

“What is it?” the elf Lord asked with a frown, and reached for a towel that soon 
wrapped along his waist; he knew that face, and Erestor was giving him that 
rather frightened look that meant he had to tell him bad news. “Tell me,” he 
ordered firmly though lightly whilst drying his body. 

“There has been a situation with one of the borders. Glorfindel, Celeborn and 
Haldir seemed to have gone to attend to it…” 

“Many injured? Dead?” Elrond inquired, moving past Erestor to find some clothes, 
sleep and tiredness soon forgotten at the sight of the new task at hand. 

“Elrohir followed and so did Elladan,” the chief advisor informed quietly, 
carefully looking at his Lord who shifted in his place to look disbelievingly 
back at him before the other started hurrying to find his clothes. 

“You stay here, and make sure everything is in order, I will go try find them; 
and bring them back,” Elrond stated determinedly. 

“Glorfindel will bring them back, Elrond,” Erestor assured, starting to look for 
his own clothes, and trying to reassure himself the twins would be back sound 
and safe. “Celeborn is there too.”

“I have no doubt of that, but they will have to hear me before they set a foot 
in the house again. What on earth where they thinking following them?! They are 
no way near ready to fight an orc together! What made them think they could go 
near a battle?!” 

Getting his pants on, Erestor watched as Elrond reached for his cloak and rubbed 
his brow worriedly. He wished he could be as positive as he sounded about his 
previous statement. 

“Erestor,” Elrond said making the Noldo snap from his daze whilst dressing and 
looking back at him. “They will be alright, and you will be able to scold them 
before you can even imagine it,” he assured moving to his lover and kissing 
Erestor`s lips. “Make sure everything is ready when we get back.”

Nodding absently, Erestor reached and grabbed the sleeve of Elrond’s tunic 
tugging the other back slightly. “Stay safe,” he whispered simply meeting the 
grey eyes inflexibly. 

Finding something inexplicable in Erestor`s eyes, Elrond only nodded before he 
continued his way and, leaving the room, he went to pick up his sword from his 
study, ordering a maid to go inform the stable boys to have his horse ready for 
when he got there… 

TBC…

Falling into Temptation. 
Chapter/ Part: (35/?)


Author: Celebrian.
Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel, Elrond / Erestor & Elladan/ OFC.
Rating: R
Summary: 
Disclaimer: I don’t own them :o( But they all live in my mind.
Warnings: Angsty at first, Fluffy at the end… 
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.
Small cakes = treat, similar to our every day cookies. 
Elvish Translations: Amin mela lle: I love you. // Amin mela lle, beika Erestor: 
I love you too Erestor. // Mela en´ coiamin: Love of my life // Lirimaer: Lovely 
one.// Ammin merna lle, A´maelarain: I want you, My beloved. // Quel amrun: Good 
morning. Saurar: Foul. // Menelya: Friday. // Ada: Father/ Papa. // Mead: Sweet 
wine of fermented honey// Melui* elei : Sweet dreams
Feedback: Please, Please! I beg of you. I will be eternally grateful :o) 
~ Special thanks to Beta, Elaine J ~

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Elrond reached the battle field within an hour, his horse exhausted as it moved 
among the injured and the smouldering remains of the fires. He frowned at the 
sight, this could not be happening, not so close to the house. They would have 
to reverse it and make those monsters move back to the mountains, no matter 
what. 


“Where are my sons?” he asked, addressing one of the soldiers, who glanced up in 
surprise.


“I do not know, my Lord, I have not seen them.” 


Nodding in distress, Elrond continued on his way to the main tent as hurriedly 
as he could and rubbed his brow when finding no one there. 


The door of the tent opened soon enough, and both the twins and Haldir entered 
the refuge. “What happened?!” he asked worriedly, moving towards Elladan and 
quickly examining the injury to his shoulder before tearing the fabric of his 
tunic and shirt apart easily to check the angry wound. 


“It was not poisoned, my Lord,” Haldir assured. “That was the first thing we 
checked.” 


Frowning at the hiss Elladan gave, Elrond nodded at Haldir thankfully before he 
looked at Elrohir questioningly as he lead his first born to the nearest chair 
and sat him there while he went to pick up some supplies to cleanse the injured 
area. “Elrohir?” he asked, as Elrohir had not taken in his cue to speak. “Are 
you injured?” 


“I am well papa,” the youngest Peredhil almost whispered, leaving his sword 
aside and sitting by Elladan. “I am sorry, Elladan.” 


“I will be alright,” Elladan smiled reassuringly to his little brother before 
his father pressed a cloth to the bloody path of opened flesh, making him hiss 
and glare at the other. 


“I will leave you now, I might be needed elsewhere.” Haldir bowed politely to 
the Peredhil before he left to meet his Lord and Glorfindel. Now that the 
´children´ had been reunited with their father he could stop babysitting them 
and get back to work. 


“Thank you Haldir,” the elf Lord muttered whilst sighing as he saw the now clean 
wound. “You will need some stitches. I hope you are happy with your deeds now. 
Hopefully the scar will remind you to think instead of trying something you are 
not ready for.”


“I will be alright, Ada. No need to fuss over it,” Elladan said, sighing and 
growling a little as he lowered his eyes to the injury. It did look bad. “Plus 
everyone needs a first battle injury, right?” 


“No, not everyone, and most importantly, if you do get injured then it should be 
because of something of great importance not a simple scout as this, much less 
when you are not prepared even to face only one orc between the both of you. Now 
come,” he stated, urging his oldest son up and moving towards the exit. “We are 
going to patch you up. Elrohir go ask Glorfindel if the injured are ready to be 
taken home, and hurry,” he added after a few seconds, knowing his youngest well 
enough to know he might be distracted easily around Glorfindel. 


Biting his lower lip, Elrohir nodded and left the tent silently, without 
glancing back. He could still not believe Glorfindel had looked at him that way, 
nor that he had raised his voice at him, and it was hurting more than he could 
have ever imagined. Of course he had been stupid, but he could still not handle 
the fact of Glorfindel acting as he if was just another soldier who had 
disobeyed him. 


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


Back in the healing house, the injured were being taken care of and Elrond was 
carefully sewing the patches of lost skin together. 


“This hurts more than the arrow itself!” Elladan almost whined as the needle 
penetrated his slightly numb skin once again. 


“Stay still, Elladan,” Elrond growled as he worked, trying to make the smallest 
stitches he could. 


“Can you not let it heal by itself?” Elladan asked, looking up at Erestor with 
puppy eyes as the advisor made his way to the private part of the healing house, 
and soon after Tywien followed. She was really not supposed to be there, to see 
him half naked, but he did not care at all. In fact, it was reassuring to see 
her smiling softly back at him. 


“Perhaps you should use more numbing salve?” Erestor tried, gaining a glare from 
his lover who momentarily stopped his work. 


“I should be sewing this without any unguent at all,” growled the elf Lord in 
distress, and went back to his work swiftly. He did not want to take it out on 
Erestor, who had nothing to do with his vulnerability at having been useless 
when it came to preventing this. It was a private burden now, and Erestor had 
enough of his own. 


Noticing the ´mood´ his lover had gotten into, Erestor simply smiled at Elladan 
reassuringly, before he glanced to the side to where Elrohir was practically 
hiding in an arm chair. 


“I need clean cloths,” Elrond growled as more blood left the wound, and Elladan 
hissed. “Erestor,” he called wondering what was delaying the other from 
accomplishing his order and as soon as he managed to move his eyes from the 
injury he saw the cloths been handed to him. 


Elrohir looked at the scene and, unable to take it anymore, he rose to his feet 
and left, muttering between his teeth he would be in his room for the rest of 
the day, and even though that was where he headed, he ended up taking a complete 
different path. 


“Can either one of you follow him?” The oldest twin glared at his father as the 
words left his mouth, Elrond though continued to concentrate on the stitches. 
“I will go talk to him,” Erestor said calmly with a nod. “Tywien can help here,” 
he smiled to the young elf maiden reassuringly; her staying would surely 
diminish Elladan´s possible whining to at least a fifty percent possibility.


“I’ll aid Elrond in whatever he needs,” she nodded, looking at Erestor before 
she went back to look at Elladan, and moved closer when Elrond growled that he 
needed assistance..


With her nod, Erestor left the room to go seek for Elrohir. He could imagine 
what might have upset the youngest twin and if so then he would need to talk to 
someone. 


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


The chief advisor found Elrohir sitting on a rock near the hot water ponds under 
the house, where both the golden haired Elda and Elrohir would pick to hide from 
the rest of the world and be alone with their thoughts. “You still covered in 
orc blood,” he pointed out, sitting by the youngest elfling. 


“I do not care.”


“What happened?” the advisor tried; watching Elrohir shrug and almost sniffle 
before he wrinkled his nose with the back of his hand. “You argued with 
Glorfindel?”


“He was so upset, Erestor,” Elrohir finally dared to look into the advisor’s 
eyes. “He has never raised his voice at me, no matter how stupid I was, and now 
he yelled at me,” he finally sniffled. “I know I acted stupidly, but I… just, I 
was worried something might happened to him.” 


“He will get hurt from time to time Elrohir, he is a warrior,” Erestor spoke 
softly, soothingly. “It is what he does, he fights, gets hurt and comes back 
home. Sometimes it is not easy to wait here while you think of him out there, 
and the possibility of him dying but, you have to trust your lover will do his 
best to return to you safe…You have seen Glorfindel fight, you know the chances 
of him dying are small…”


“He can still die. He did once, did he not?” 


“He fought a Balrog.” The advisor smiled gently at the urgent tone, pointing the 
fact out. “And that was something he would have never done if he had a choice.” 
“He had a choice.” Elrohir pouted stubbornly, considering his point.


“Aye, but you would most likely not be here if he had chosen to save himself,” 
the Noldo reminded. “You would have never been born, and you would not have 
fallen in love…” 


“Why is it, that everything we do comes to choices?” Elrohir asked, annoyed. “Is 
there nothing we do not get to chose? Anything that has no consequences?” 


“I do not think so,” the chief advisor whispered in reply, whilst thinking of 
his own choices. “I think, everything will have a consequence for us because we 
care for things, we act upon something in order to either get or modify a 
situation… it is a chain… sometimes we get the desired results sometimes… we do 
not..” 


Sighing, the youngest twin stared at the water again and rested his chin on his 
knees. “Are you trying to use pretty words to remind me to think before I act?” 
he asked with a muffled breath, smiling a little as he heard Erestor chuckle. 
“Yes, I am afraid so.” The advisor smiled and petted the blood covered hair. 
“And you did not let me remind you Glorfindel does love you, and even if he did 
get upset at you, it was probably because he feared something could happen to 
you. Nothing more.” 


“But he will think I am stupid and naïve now. He will start considering I am 
young, foolish and that everything might be wrong…You know him better than me, 
Erestor, you know how his mind works.” 


“Hmm, just make sure to remind him what drove you to do that. And let him rant 
for a little bit…” Erestor thought out loud. “Just agree with what he says; I 
think his words will be true. In this case, most of them at least. Say you will 
not do it again, and if he leaves, let him go. He will return to you when he is 
more calm. Probably apologize, even.”


“But, I can not promise I will not do it again, because if it feels half the way 
it felt this time, I will not be able to think again.” 


“Ah, but that would be another time, and by then you will probably be ready to 
face a battle yourself.” 


“Would that not be lying?” Elrohir frowned, suspiciously peering at the advisor. 
“Consider it as a slight modification of the truth. Plus, you will not be doing 
´the same´ again, because it would be another battle, another time…” 


“That ´is´ cheating.” Elrohir smirked, amused. 


“I was young too, and I had to deal with the only one I ever loved going to a 
possible death whenever he had to leave. I know how it feels, and I also know 
you cannot help yourself from doing stupid things sometimes. I would be dim 
witted not to consider these things anymore.”


“What did you do?” Elrohir asked, now curiously looking at his father’s lover. 
“Not only soldiers go to battles, and war. They also need healing experts and 
scribes to record some specific things into paper. They also need messengers… 
but for what matters, I offered myself for recording tasks once… your father got 
utterly angry at me, I think he stopped talking to me for a day or so until he 
realized I was still going to go, so he just resigned himself… years passed, and 
another battle came. I had promised, after the first one had ended, that I would 
stay ´home´ and that I would believe he was going to be alright and all, but 
whenever I thought between the possibilities of losing months with out seeing 
him if he did die, or not being able to be there if he got injured. I had to go… 
it was all I could think of.” 


“And did Ada get upset? The second time?”


“Oh, absolutely. But it also passed within a day.” Erestor smiled, remembering 
those times. 


“How did you stop worrying?” 


“I did not,” the Noldo replied, shaking his head. “I never will… but he does not 
go often to the battle field now, and during the Last Alliance, I had to stay 
within Imladris. 


I was needed here and it was impossible for me to join him on the battlefield. 
It was then when I realized I had only to trust and believe he would be alright. 
And that he would come back safe. You yourself will have to realize of the same 
thing someday.” He smiled as Elrohir frowned. “Hope is the last thing you should 
ever give up,” he said softly. “Now go have a bath. I can not stand orc blood, 
it is disgusting,” he said whilst standing up and helping Elrohir. 


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


Elladan sighed as he was covered with a clean tunic. He hated to use clean 
clothes over a blood covered body, not that he had ever been covered in orc 
blood, but he had still been injured and covered with mud. Pretty much the same 
thing, it was still dirt. All he really wanted was to go back to his room, have 
a bath and lie down for a while. Sleep a little perhaps. “Can I go now?” he 
asked his father, who was closing the tunic over his chest. 


“Yes you can,” Elrond sighed, waving his hands a little in the air in defeat. 
“Just be careful not to wet the injured area, if you are going to bath.” 
“Alright Ada,” Elladan said with a nod, looking at his father and smiling. He 
was currently changing from angry disapproving father mode to caring and 
overprotective, as he had the other times he had gotten hurt. “It is not that 
bad papa, it will heal soon.” 


“I know, but you should still have never gone there.” Elrond sighed before he 
carefully embraced his oldest son and kissed his head. “Go rest now, you must be 
tired. Lindir might help you with your bath, could you go look for him Tywien, 
please?”


“No, I will be alright, I think he was busy. I will ask Elrohir for help if I 
need it.” 


“Alright,” the elf Lord nodded looking into the healing halls. “I will go see if 
they need something now that you are alright. Please rest some, do not be 
restless as you usually are when you are hurt. The stitches might open if you 
use any kind of effort.”


“I will behave Ada,” Elladan assured with a charming smile, watching his father 
smile and leave with a new nod of his head. 


“Do you want me to prepare you a bath?” asked the soft voice from behind him as 
he caught the sound of glass phials being ordered on the right shelves, and 
Elladan shifted to watch the slim figure standing on her toes to reach the 
highest one. “I do not want to trouble you anymore than I have already,” he said 
softly as his eyes got lost in the pale curly hair. 


“It is alright, I am no longer needed here. And Elrohir will need to talk to 
Glorfindel when he returns. Lindir is making sure he has the proper food 
prepared for the injured and your father is needed here…” She shrugged and 
looked at the oldest twin matter-of-factly. 


“You forgot to mention Erestor,” he smirked softly, making her smile whilst 
stretching a hand that pointed to the door and into the hallway. 


“I did not forget him; I just have no idea what he will be doing.” 


“And I was starting to believe you could see what we would all be doing within 
the day.”


“I do not need to ´see´ everything,” she said, peering at him from the corner of 
her eyes. “I only need to be attentive sometimes.” 


TBC…


Falling into Temptation.
Chapter/ Part: (36/40)


Author: Celebrian.
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Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel -*- Elrond / Erestor -*- Elladan/ OFC -*- 
Haldir/Celeborn mentioned. 
Rating: NC17
Summary: 
Disclaimer: I don’t own them :o( But they all live in my mind.
Warnings: Angsty at first, Fluffy in the middle, HET content (mild I think), 
ANGST at the end. Character death (Not OMC.) Suicidal thoughts. Violence. 
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: Amin mela lle: I love you. // Amin mela lle, beika Erestor: 
I love you too Erestor. // Mela en´ coiamin: Love of my life // Lirimaer: Lovely 
one.// Ammin merna lle, A´maelarain: I want you, My beloved. // Quel amrun: Good 
morning. Saurar: Foul. // Menelya: Friday. // Ada: Father/ Papa. // Mead: Sweet 
wine of fermented honey// Melui* elei : Sweet dreams
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Glorfindel came to the house late at night, still covered in mud and dry orc 
blood. Having made sure most the elves they had brought back that day were 
healing properly, he strolled to his chambers where he dropped his stained sword 
over a chest and headed to the bathroom to start his bath. 


He had been awful to Elrohir, yelling him the way he had done. He had called him 
irresponsible and naïve… But, it was hard to remember Elrohir`s age when he 
could act so maturely while with him. 


Letting the filthy clothes fall to the floor, he stood naked in front of the tub 
as it filled with clear water and, moving towards the mirror, he started to undo 
the clasps of the clips holding his hair. His hair, which was currently a mess 
of tangles; he would have never imagined he would need to hurry to the battle 
field that way, and he had not been able to properly prepare himself for it. 
“Do you need help?” the soft hesitant voice asked from the entrance to the 
bathroom and, looking at the reflection in the mirror, he saw Elrohir standing 
there, uncertain whether to move closer and looking like the princeling he was 
again. 


Noticing Glorfindel´s indecision, the dark haired elf did move closer and 
reached up to Glorfindel´s fingers, pushing them away from a clip and started to 
get rid of them himself. He worked silently, concentrating on the gorgeous 
golden hair for minutes, until the sound of the water filling the tub announced 
it was near the rim of it already. “Are you still mad at me?” he asked softly, 
looking at the azure eyes looking back at him through the mirror, before 
Glorfindel shook his head in denial. 


“I am sorry I raised my voice at you,” the Elda said quietly, watching Elrohir 
move to turn off the taps and pour some scented soap into the water. “I am not 
the same on the battle field, that I am here. I can not be…” he tried to 
explain. “If I were, I would not be able to fight at all.”

 
Moving closer to the youngest Peredhil, he cupped Elrohir`s cheek gently. “It is 
not excuse enough I know, but I panicked when I saw you and your brother there. 
You are not near ready for that sort of thing yet.” 


“We never will be to your eyes, or Ada´s,” Elrohir whispered back, cupping 
Glorfindel´s hand and kissing it gently. “But we will spar enough as so neither 
of you will have to worry about us getting hurt. We will not scare you that way 
again,” he vowed with a nod of his
head. 


Smiling softly, Glorfindel bent a little and pressed his lips to Elrohir`s, 
gently kissing him and not daring to touch his face in case he stained the 
marbled looking cheeks. 


Smiling into the kiss, the dark haired elf moved slightly closer, letting an arm 
wrap around the slim waist and, pulling his lover closer, he deepened the kiss, 
making the other moan in the back of his throat before Glorfindel reluctantly 
pulled away.


“I need a bath,” the blond elf blushed a little, feeling his body responding to 
the kiss and his beloved’s embrace. 


“You do,” Elrohir nodded thoughtfully, letting his eyes scan the perfect body 
before him. “And I will help,” he smirked innocently. 


* * * * * * * * * *


Elladan came out the bathroom with no more than a towel around his waist and, 
looking on the bed, he found his favourite pair of pants waiting for him. 
Sighing, he dropped himself on the bed and closed his eyes. The stitches were 
itchy and all he wanted to do was scratch them, but knew better than to have his 
father scolding him because he did so. 


He had slept all day and now was fully awake, bored and with no idea of what he 
wanted to do besides finding her. “Well, that is a start, ain´t it?” he said to 
himself, sitting up and managing to pull his pants on, before he picked up a 
shirt and a tunic. Shoes were easy and soon he was ready to leave. His hair had 
been somewhat problematic to comb with only one hand, but he had managed 
nonetheless, and it was now proudly shining in the candle light as he walked 
along the hallways towards the stairs to the garden. 


As soon as he got downstairs and his feet were reached the grass, he heard soft 
voices coming from his mother’s gardens and, concentrating a bit more, he could 
recognize to whom they belonged. 


Daring to enter the plant covered walls, he found a group of elven maids sitting 
under a bower, comfortably leaning against each other, smiling and some even 
giggling quietly whilst Celebrian discussed something with Tywien, before the 
second nodded. 


“Alright,” Celebrian stated with a charming smile, “We shall hear the story of 
the silmaril, and if I am not mistaken, you Lairë are the one to retell it the 
best. Please do us the honours,” she said musically before managing to brush her 
fingers with Tywien`s resting on the bench. “Is there something that you need 
Elladan?” she asked even before she shifted to look at her oldest son. 


“I was only walking mother,” Elladan replied shyly from his place, wishing to 
ask if he could stay and hear the story too, but knowing better than to push his 
naneth when she was glaring at him that way. 


“On your way then.” The silver haired Lady waved her hand dismissingly before 
she glared at the maids whispering to each other, she was more than aware that 
at least a couple of her staff had a crush on at least one of the twins. 
“Yes Nana,” Elladan muttered, leaving the place swiftly and heading to the 
stables before he considered and walked again, returning to the house. 


* * * * * * * * * *


“Yes?” Erestor answered from the other side of the door, glancing up from his 
papers and smiling as Elladan appeared. “How are you feeling? Should you not be 
resting?” he asked worriedly, standing and moving closer to the oldest twin who 
looked rather miserable. 


“I am alright, I am only bored.” The young prince shrugged soon, regretting he 
did so at the tight itch he felt on his shoulder. “Everyone is busy and I do not 
want to be alone. Since you usually hide here during mother’s visits, I thought 
I could hide with you for a while?” 


“Of course,” the chief advisor smiled. “I am about to finish with those papers 
in a couple of minutes, would you like to play a game?”


“Do you have time? Would Ada not be waiting for you?”


“I convinced him to have a nap,” the advisor said, moving to the desk and 
finishing his papers. “He was tired. I believe he will sleep through the night.” 


“You want me to prepare the board then?” Elladan asked cheerfully. 


“You know where it is.” Erestor nodded, glancing up briefly and smiling at the 
prince, “I will be finished with this soon.” 


Nodding, Elladan started to prepare the game, setting the pieces on the board 
and sitting on one side of the table, as he waited for Erestor to finish with 
his task. 


“Done,” he smiled, standing up and moving towards the table. 


“Will you let me win?” Elladan smirked, making the advisor raised his eyes from 
the board and look at him amusedly. 


“Only in your dreams,” Erestor chuckled. “Your turn,” he stated having moved a 
piece. 


* * * * * * * * * *


Celebrian looked over the rail and watched the water fall for some minutes 
before her eyes settled on the slim figure by her side, “Beautiful is it not?” 
“It is,” Tywien answered with an absent nod. “I have missed Imladris so much 
these past years. It is not the same to live away from the sound of running 
water after you spend most your childhood in such a place.”


“I know, I can not help but miss my home as well when I visit here,” the silver 
haired lady said quietly, moving closer to the young maid. 


“But this ´is´ your home, my Lady,” Tywien replied, looking back at Celebrian as 
the other placed a hand on her shoulder, after having pushed blond locks of hair 
away from her shoulder above the neckline of her robe. She could feel the cold, 
silky fingers brushing as if absently over the patch of skin where shoulder and 
neck met and, glancing up, she met the Lórien Lady’s eyes. 


“It is not home, just another place…” 


“You would find a home here, if you…” She was silenced by a quiet ´shhh´ and a 
brush of a thumb over her cheek as the other closed the small distance between 
them to press a kiss on her cheek as the swift hand snaked under her hair to cup 
the nape of her hair. “What …?” she asked, not daring to move from her place. 
“I thought it was rather obvious by now,” Celebrian smirked, brushing her 
fingers over the sensitive flesh. 


“I think we should be heading back, my Lady,” Tywien answered, frozen in her 
place. This was after all the Lady of the valley and she had more power than 
they all knew she had. 


“Should we?” Celebrian asked with a nonchalant tone whilst retrieving her hand 
and studying the other’s reactions. “Why?”


“Because it is late, and I am not comfortable anymore.”


“You never were that I could remember; what changed now? You were only going 
along with my invitations so you would not have problems with the ´Lady´ of the 
valley you were currently living in, but not because you ´wanted´ to do so. I 
know you do not like me, and quite frankly I do not care, you will once you 
start knowing me. I am not as stern as I seem.” 


“It is not that,” answered Tywien quietly, looking at the water just to avoid 
the piercing eyes. 


“Elladan?” Celebrian laughed. “He is the clumsiest elfling around, not to 
mention the least… how to put it… charming? He would have no idea of what to do 
with you, if I locked you both in a room for an entire day.”


“He is much more than what you like to see, if you would only give him a chance 
to be around you for a couple of minutes you would see that your sons are 
exceptional creatures.” 


“I see…” The Lórien Lady smiled in realization. “I see now why you agreed to 
spend all this time with me. It was because of them, you thought you could 
actually talk me into knowing them,” she said amusedly.


“They are your children, and they still love you. It is not too late to claim 
that love.” 


Snorting, Celebrian closed the cloak around her neck. “I never cared for 
children, I never wanted my own…I could not care less of what they do. As for 
me, they will only be just somebody else.” 


“How can you say such things? You gave birth to them, they offer you love…they 
ask of nothing in return.” 


“We all ask things in return. Not to go further, look at yourself. You are only 
here to make me listen to you about them,” Celebrian pointed out, smirking and 
shaking her head. “I refuse to listen anymore,” she practically whispered, 
walking away and disappearing among the ancient trees. 


* * * * * * * * * *


Tugging on Glorfindel´s hand, Elrohir lead the Elda to the bed and, smiling at 
his lover, he crawled over him, until their bodies were in a parallel position 
on the bed. “I believe I have not been able to say I love you today,” he 
whispered to the welcoming lips, as his own pressed against Glorfindel´s in a 
tender kiss, letting his tongue delve inside the warm cavity as his body pressed 
down, letting the blond wrap his arms around his waist, pulling him closer; 
making him moan into the kiss. “I love you,” he purred as they parted for air, 
before he nibbled Glorfindel´s perfect neck, sucking on the tender flesh until 
he was able to draw blood out of the tiny pores.


Growling at the sensation of possessive lips forming a circle on a patch of 
skin, Glorfindel reached out to grip Elrohir`s shirt and, pushing it up and off, 
his hands soon found smooth skin and his entire body was happy with his new 
discovery. He would never tire of having Elrohir naked in his bed with him; 
ever. “Take off your pants,” he pleaded, feeling his erection pressing upwards 
to meet his beloved’s through the fabric of the towel and pants. 


“No foreplay?” the princeling asked, amused yet obeying his former tutor’s 
request. 


Glorfindel pressed both his hands on the sides of Elrohir`s body, and slid them 
down the perfect curves of his hips and rear before he leant forward to push a 
hard nipple between his lips. “You touched every inch of me, while you bathed 
me,” he reminded between licks and gentle bites whilst his mind recalled the 
soapy hands sliding along his chest, and arms, before moving to his thighs and 
later on private parts. 


“Hmm, I did.” The dark haired elf smirked delightedly and arched to the wicked 
mouth whilst his eyelashes fluttered in pleasure. 


“You did,” Glorfindel whispered to wet skin as his fingers pinched the other 
nipple, making Elrohir moan before he managed to shift them both, rolling the 
youngest Peredhil in the bed and ending on top. “Shall we remove towel?” he 
inquired, rocking his hips so their shafts met through the annoying fabric and, 
at Elrohir`s throaty affirmation, swift hands slid between them, tugging the 
towel off. 


“Better,” Elrohir murmured, holding Glorfindel in his arms and pulling him 
closer whilst his legs wrapped along the other’s waist. “Much better, ” he 
nodded, kissing the Elda deeply and passionately as their erections met. 


“Would you let me take you?” the golden haired elf asked to Elrohir`s pointy ear 
before he nipped on it, lapping the bite seconds later. 
“I ´insist´ you do,” Elrohir gasped. 


Smirking, Glorfindel nodded and reached for the bottle of oil under the pillows. 
“Have you ever tried having your own fingers inside you?” 


“No. I tried but… it felt weird to do it myself.”


Nodding, the Elda looked into the green eyes. “You sure?” he asked lovingly. 
They did not have to do this, he could still wait if Elrohir was not ready for 
this kind of love making yet. But Elrohir`s eyes smiled at him, whilst the other 
nodded. 


Uncorking the phial of oil, he let some drip onto his fingers, and as his lips 
found his lover’s, he let his index finger form small soothing circles around 
the tight ring of muscle. “I love you,” he whispered into the kiss, pressing the 
tip of the digit inside, feeling the clenching walls urging him deeper, and he 
had to close his eyes at the sensation. He could barely imagine what it would 
feel like to have this tight body around him. 


“I love you,” he whispered again, stretching his beloved. Elrohir was relaxed 
and willing under him, and that proved trust and love better than any words 
could. 


The dark haired elf felt a second finger join the first, and despite his 
anticipation of feeling awkward, all he could feel was increasing pleasure until 
a splash of ecstasy took him by surprise, making him moan loudly to the air. 
“Elbereth,” he gasped, pressing down onto the impaling fingers. 


Smiling delightedly, the blond continued to push his fingers against the other’s 
prostate adding a third one in the process as his lips pressed soothing kisses 
over Elrohir`s chest. Soon, he felt his own body unable to last much longer and, 
retrieving his hand, he searched for the oil in the bed, spreading as much as 
possible over his arousal with a few strokes, then he pressed the head of it to 
the stretched passage. He was about to ask again, if Elrohir was sure he wanted 
this, but before he could even think of moving his lips to actually make the 
question, Elrohir`s hips pushed down, making his shaft slide into the clenching 
channel. 


Driven by lust and love, the Elda looked intently at the other with darkened 
eyes and pushed the rest of the way, sheathing himself fully in his lover. 
“Yes,” Elrohir purred, arching and wrapping his legs around Glorfindel´s waist, 
bringing him deeper within himself. He had dreamt so much about this, he could 
barely believe he truly had his beloved inside him. That Glorfindel was finally 
taking him. “Yes, please…more…” 


Closing his eyes, the golden haired elda let his body take charge, and as his 
hips started to thrust, his hands held Elrohir`s rear slightly up so his shaft 
would aim for the other’s prostate. Apparently he found it; as Elrohir started 
to make the most delightful noises he had ever heard. He allowed himself to 
become lost in them, in his lover’s body, in what they had until they both 
moaned and came at the same time. 


He collapsed over his lover, pressing his brow to Elrohir`s shoulder and smiled 
to the skin his lips were pressing against to, as loving lips peppered kisses 
over his hair. “I love you,” he smiled, looking up sated and finding Elrohir`s 
mouth for a devoted kiss. 


“Love you,” the princeling replied, kissing Glorfindel back, wishing they could 
remain the way they were for the rest of their lives. 



TBC...

Falling into Temptation.
Chapter/ Part: (37/40)


Author: Celebrian.
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Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel -*- Elrond / Erestor -*- Elladan/ OFC -*- 
Haldir/Celeborn mentioned. 
Rating: NC17
Summary: 
Disclaimer: I don’t own them :o( But they all live in my mind.
Warnings: Angsty at first, Fluffy in the middle, HET content (mild I think), 
ANGST at the end. Character death (Not OMC.) Suicidal thoughts. Violence. 
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: Amin mela lle: I love you. // Amin mela lle, beika Erestor: 
I love you too Erestor. // Mela en´ coiamin: Love of my life // Lirimaer: Lovely 
one.// Ammin merna lle, A´maelarain: I want you, My beloved. // Quel amrun: Good 
morning. Saurar: Foul. // Menelya: Friday. // Ada: Father/ Papa. // Mead: Sweet 
wine of fermented honey// Melui* elei : Sweet dreams
Feedback makes muses happy. Happy muses make happy authors, happy authors write 
faster… ;o)
~ Special thanks to Elaine for the beta J ~


~ * ~


The festival was loud outside; the sound of music filled practically the entire 
valley. Soft, whimsical… good to anyone’s heart who was willing to listen to it. 
But Elladan was, unfortunately, not in the mood for it. Not at the moment at 
least. 


“Elladan?” 


The oldest twin heard the whisper coming from the hallway and lowering his head, 
he made himself as small as possible. He did not want this, did not want to have 
to talk to anyone about anything at the moment. He just wanted to be miserable 
for a while. He wanted to be as he was rightfully feeling. For over a month now, 
he had been trying to be around her and she had done no more than be the lovely 
friend she was to Elrohir, nothing more… at this rate she was closer to be 
Lindir´s girl than his own. Elbereth, even Lindir was better than him when it 
came to matters of the heart. Elrohir had hardly paid any attention to him after 
he and Glorfindel had come to be on good terms again. And his mother, well … his 
mother had been avoiding him as usual. His father and Erestor seemed to be in 
their own world, as if there was something they were hiding, something no one 
else would understand… 


Perhaps he was being selfish, wanting someone to notice he was not feeling well, 
perhaps it was asking too much…


“Elladan?” 


“Go away,” he muttered between pouting lips, curling up further into the corner 
he had randomly picked. 


“Are you alright?” Tywien asked, easily finding the oldest twin by following his 
voice. 


“What are you doing here?” Elladan asked, glancing up blankly at her. “You 
should be at the festival, dancing with… I do not know… someone, Lindir 
perhaps…” 


“I wanted to dance with you, but you left,” she said softly, sitting by him and 
looking at him reassuringly. 


“I was bored,” he lied. 


Nodding she looked outside the window, at the blue sky above them and the rays 
of sun peering though the white clouds. “I know, I know this might not be of 
much comfort. But, I would be more than proud to have a son who is even the half 
elf you are now, one day.”


Looking up at her, he sighed and shook his head. “I spent so much time learning 
to dance, hoping one day I would be good enough so I could ask her to dance with 
me in one festival, and she would at least be proud of how good I was. I thought 
if she could not be interested in the same things I like then; perhaps I could 
be interested in one of the things she likes, so we would have had something in 
common, but … she almost laughed at me when I asked her if she would dance with 
me… I cannot be good enough for her to like me at least a little, if she does 
not even notices me.”


Sighing, Tywien nodded, considering her words. “You are good, more than good…”
“Then why doesn’t she like me? Why does she avoid me as if she were ashamed of 
me?”


“I do not know,” she replied softly. “But I do know you are one of the most 
wonderful souls I ever met, and if she took at least a minute and spent it with 
you, she would be able to see it as clearly as I do.”


Blushing a little, Elladan looked down. He was still not convinced of that, but 
he could not help but blush at hearing it from her lips. It meant so much more 
than he was willing to admit at that moment. 


Smiling at the slight blush, she cocked her head in a questioning manner. “Would 
you come down, and dance with me? Or will you make me plead?” she teased. “Or… 
drag you downstairs as you usually do with Elrohir or myself?” she asked with an 
amused smirk. “I could do both you know, you might be bigger and stronger, but I 
still have my methods.” 


“You do?” he asked, amused at the mere thought of her dragging him around the 
house and considering the fact of he himself doing as told; and looking up, he 
smiled at her. “I am still wondering about making you plead,” he joked, making 
her roll her eyes and giggle, before she stood up. 


“Come on,” she stated, tugging Elladan´s tunic and arm until the other was up on 
his feet. “You are going to dance with me; you have not made me practice with 
you all this time for nothing, have you? You should let others see how good you 
are.” 


“Even if the one I wanted to impress does not care at all?” He sighed a little 
with disappointment, following her only to stop in his place while she did the 
same, turning to look into his eyes.


“Even so,” she said quietly, placing her hand on his chest, just above his 
heart. “Stop doing things to be accepted, because they have already accepted 
you. Even if you do not yourself…” meeting his eyes, she smiled, feeling the 
warmth of Elladan´s body through the smooth fabric her hand was pressing 
against. “Many love you, but you will not see that until you start loving 
yourself. And realize what we all did long ago.” 


“What did you all realize?” he asked, frowning a little, and pretending to be 
suspicious. 


Laughing softly, she shook her head slightly. “You just like me saying it over 
and over don’t you?” she teased, petting his chest tenderly and leaning over to 
kiss his cheek softly. “You are wonderful,” she whispered, unable not to stay 
close to him for a couple of seconds before she smiled again and started tugging 
on his hand. “Let us go now, I still want to dance.” 


Blinking his daze away, Elladan looked at her as she actually did drag him along 
the hallway. She *had* kissed him, on the cheek, but still… and she did tell him 
he was wonderful… staying in his place it was not hard to stop her from walking 
too, and tugging her easily back to him, he gently cornered her against the 
nearest wall. She was looking up at him in puzzlement, and he knew he might be 
committing the worst mistake ever if she did not like him the same way, but he 
had to know. Leaning over carefully, he brushed his lips against hers in a 
gentle kiss before her hands pressed against his shoulders, as if wanting to 
make him pull away, but unable to actually do so. 


“No” Tywien whispered, trying to pull back only to find the wall, but Elladan 
did stop and looked at her tenderly. 


“Why not?” 


“Because I will end up hurt.” 


“I will not hurt you,” Elladan whispered, meeting her eyes and brushing careful 
fingers over the blond hair cascading down her face, pushing it away from the 
marble like skin. 


“Not on purpose, but you will,” she said, looking down and away from Elladan´s 
dangerous eyes. 


“No I will not, I promise,” he said huskily, letting his fingers ghost over her 
cheek, making her close her eyes, surrendering slowly to the faint motions. 
“You just want to be with me because I make you feel better, but if I do stay 
with you even for a brief period of time, then who will make ´me´ feel better?” 
she asked, meeting his eyes again. 


“Elrohir?” Elladan asked jokingly, with a small frown before he sighed, moving 
away and waving his arms a little in distress. “It was a joke,” he said, looking 
back at her as she looked away. “Why are you assuming I will hurt you? I thought 
you knew me by now. If you do, then you should know better.” 


“Elbereth, it is not that Elladan, but…” Tywien covered her eyes in distress.
“But what?” he asked coldly. 


“I have feelings for you, and you can not possible know what you want now, after 
only a couple of months of knowing me. You hated me a couple of months ago! How 
can you pretend that I can trust this is what you truly want? And you are not 
doing it because of the simple fact of feeling alone? I am not saying you will 
do this on purpose, but if you do so, then I will get hurt because I am in love 
with you,” she practically blurted out before she could realize what she had 
really said, and looked at him like a trapped rabbit. “I have enough pain in my 
life already, I cannot and will not handle more.” she whispered, before she 
started her way to the stairs. 


Gasping, Elladan looked at her go and, reacting after several seconds, he 
hurried to her and gripping her arm he made her shift in her place to face her. 
Her eyes were tearful and her cheeks where flushed, she looked just like she had 
one of the times he had caught her in the halls of fire in the middle of the 
night after one of her dreams and his heart seemed to stop at the amount of pain 
he found in them. 


“Am I interrupting something?” a voice from not faraway asked mockingly, making 
the eldest twin glance over his shoulder before he looked back at Tywien when 
she shrugged herself out of his grasp. 


“It is not meant to be,” she whispered, shaking her head leaving the place, and 
Elladan behind. He had gotten what he had been seeking and she hoped deep in her 
heart it would distract him from herself, for she was starting to feel weak and 
vulnerable when near him; and she would end up giving in the next time he was 
down and depressed. 


“What do you want?” the Imladris prince asked, annoyed at the interruption, 
turning to meet the intruder. 


“Well, I saw you leaving and thought we could… talk.” Firnloss smirked, moving 
closer to Elladan. “May we talk?” he inquired, letting a finger brush over the 
silver buttons of the oldest twin’s tunic. 


Frowning, Elladan looked down at the teasing fingers and then back at his ex-
lover. “And what would you want to talk about?” 


“I think that is rather obvious,” Firnloss smiled softly. 


“No, it is not to me. But then you said yourself I was rather dumb. So you might 
need to explain it clearly to me. In simple words?”


“You are not dumb… I just… I was upset,” the slightly older elf apologized. “I 
had no right to call you that.” 


“No, you had not,” Elladan said, shaking his head. “As you have no right to be 
doing this now.” 


“I miss you. I want us to have what we had.”


“And why would I want that?” Elladan frowned, stepping away. “Why, when all you 
did was lay with me so you could say you were sleeping with one of your Lord’s 
sons? Why would I go back with you if you cheated on me?”


“Because we all make mistakes, you should know that well enough Elladan. Do not 
pretend to be perfect with me, I know you better than you think, and you are far 
from it.” 


“Indeed, I am. But you will not be the one helping me perfect myself in any 
field I would be interested in. I might have in the past, but now the further 
away from me you are, the better. So go back to your boyfriend and do not even 
think of entering the main house this way again,” he warned. “And do not even 
consider the idea of getting near her either,” he added, pinning the other in 
his place with a cold stare, worthy of his father’s genes. “I know you, more 
than you think. And you will be sorry if you hurt her in any way.” 


Elladan watched Firnloss leave the place with an outraged look on his face; and, 
rubbing both hands over his face, he sighed, trying to figure out what had just 
happened. He hated when things moved this fast, he was not able to consider them 
and, even if he was not used to considering things much, he had to think about 
all this. 


* * * * * * * * * * 


She had just woken up, tears were lingering in the corners of her eyes but that 
was not abnormal for her waking after a ´nap.´ Reaching up to clean them before 
they could fall, she noticed the blanket covering her body, and her hands 
clutched it against herself. Looking at the desk in the middle of the room, she 
smiled softly at the dark haired elf sitting behind it and looking back at her. 
Erestor had obviously heard her moving on the couch. “I … I am sorry I 
interrupted your privacy this way. I just… needed to talk to you and I knew you 
would eventually come here. I meant to wait for you, not to fall asleep on the 
couch.”


Smiling softly, the chief advisor shook his head slowly. “There is no problem. 
Who are you hiding from?” he asked with a hint of amusement lingering in his 
voice at the memories of her and the twins hiding in his office when they were 
elflings, whilst trying to push away from his mind the plain distress showing on 
her face and the tears about to fall.


“I do not think I know anymore,” she replied with a weak smile, not sure if she 
was hiding from Elladan or her own feelings this time. 


Nodding, the Noldo stood up and moved to a chair near the couch, and sitting on 
it, he looked at her. “You said you wanted to talk to me?” he asked, to see her 
nod silently and fidget with the blanket. 


“I wanted to ask you something,” Tywien said quietly, gazing up at Erestor. “It 
is something personal,” she added, noticing the puzzlement increasing on the 
advisor’s features. 


The advisor nodded, silently as well, curious as to what the question would be. 
He would normally be worried about it, about the possibility of discussing 
something regarding himself but this time the despair showing on her face was 
something he remembered too well, and if a couple of questions would help ease 
it, then he would answer them. 


“If you had been able to know how things would turn out to be before you knew 
Elrond? If you knew… what would… happen?” she asked, meeting his eyes so he 
would know what she was referring about and could see him shifting in the chair 
uncomfortably already. “If you knew what would happen after you gave into your 
feelings and accepted being with him, would you still do the same? Would you act 
upon them, even if you knew something terrible wrong would happen to you later 
on?”


Leaning back in his chair, Erestor frowned in thought. He had not actually 
considered what would he had done if the information about his future had been 
revealed to him when he still had a choice. “I would,” he nodded, looking back 
up, at her after several minutes consideration. “I do not think I could have 
done otherwise, not even if I knew what would happen later on. Love is not a 
candle you can light and blow out when you want. It is something that lasts and 
burns inside you until it consumes you. This is, of course, if we are talking 
about real love,” he added, seeing her nod. “It is not something that will go 
away with time; you can try hiding from it, yes. But to what avail? Seeing them 
with someone else? And regretting it for the rest of your life because you were 
afraid of getting hurt?” he asked rhetorically. “I will put it this way;” he 
said takinf some time to consider his next words. “I would rather have a minute 
in Elrond’s arms and die, than not have known what that felt at all and living 
with out knowing what pain truly is.” 


Smiling at him, she looked at her hands and nodded. “Thank you Erestor,” Tywien 
met his eyes again thankfully. 


“You’re welcome,” he replied with a nod of his head and standing along with her, 
before he smiled at the shy hug and hugged her back paternally. “Remember, you 
can hide here any time you want,” he whispered to her hair, before meeting her 
eyes to make sure that Tywien knew he meant his words. 


“Your heart is kind Erestor,” she said quietly, moving back and taking the 
blanket off her shoulders before folding it carefully and leaving it on the 
couch again. “And even though the Valar will continue to test you, you will 
still stand up to it and defeat it. No matter how great the test will seem,” she 
assured. “Trust those who you love now, they will never let you down. Ever.”
Frowning with puzzlement, Erestor cocked his head a little at her. Did she know 
something about him? Something that would happen? Had she seen it? “What?” he 
asked, needing to at least try to understand. 


“I can not say more than that,” she smiled softly at him. “Elrond is right, the 
future is not written, and even what I see in my mind changes with the passing 
of time. You must remember my words though, they will never stop loving and 
believing in you.” 


Music was still playing outside and Elladan leaned on the window; he had been 
searching for an hour. Sighing, he wondered where she could be hiding so that he 
could not find her. He had searched the oddest of the places with no luck and 
now, standing there, he could hear faint voices, almost a whisper, from 
Erestor´s study. Frowning, he got closer and tried to hear to whom those voices 
belonged and, as soon as he was close to the office, he saw Tywien leaving. “I 
looked everywhere for you,” he said quietly, standing in his place while she did 
the same before she smiled. She stood on her toes and brushed her lips over his, 
making him close his eyes in bliss. “What happened?” He looked at her, puzzled 
by the sudden change. 


“I love you,” she said simply, with a smile.


TBC… 

Falling into Temptation.
Chapter/ Part: (38/40)


Author: Celebrian.
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Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel -*- Elrond / Erestor -*- Elladan/ OFC -*- 
Haldir/Celeborn mentioned. 
Rating: NC17
Summary: 
Disclaimer: I don’t own them :o( But they all live in my mind.
Warnings: Angsty at first, Fluffy in the middle, HET content (mild I think), 
ANGST at the end. Character death (Not OMC.) Suicidal thoughts. Violence. 
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: Amin mela lle: I love you. // Amin mela lle, beika Erestor: 
I love you too Erestor. // Mela en´ coiamin: Love of my life // Lirimaer: Lovely 
one.// Ammin merna lle, A´maelarain: I want you, My beloved. // Quel amrun: Good 
morning. Saurar: Foul. // Menelya: Friday. // Ada: Father/ Papa. // Mead: Sweet 
wine of fermented honey// Melui* elei : Sweet dreams
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~ * ~


‘Autumn’


Looking out the window, Elrond smiled at the sight of his sons, Elladan and 
Elrohir, sparring just under his window. Glorfindel fighting them both off 
easily, whilst Tywien sat under the shadow of a tree carefully paying attention 
to all of their moves…


“Elrond?” Erestor asked quietly from the working desk, leaning back in the 
chair; and noticing his lover’s distraction, he smiled to himself. “Would you 
rather join them? We can continue with this in the night time, when Imladris is 
asleep, or at least most elves are…” he offered, standing and moving close to 
his lover, resting his chin on the half-elf’s shoulder to look the unfolding 
scene in the yard. 


“No, I rather we finished now and had the night for ourselves.” The elven Lord 
sighed taking his beloved’s hands and wrapping Erestor´s arms around his own 
waist. “I was distracted by Elladan´s laugh, I don’t recall ever seeing or 
hearing him as happy as he is now.” 


Chuckling as he heard Elladan laugh delightedly again, the chief advisor nodded 
slowly. “It is wonderful how love can reassure us all.”


“You make it sound as if you needed to be reassured,” Elrond said, shifting his 
head a little to see at the Noldo behind him. 


“Hmm, I did. So did you, if I remember correctly?” the advisor teased, kissing 
his Lord’s neck and nuzzling the dark hair out of the way of his lips. 


Purring quietly Elrond smiled to himself, “I never needed reassurance Erestor, I 
do not know where you get that kind of information.” He practically whispered 
playing to be outraged. 


“Elladan reminds me of you when you were younger, insecure when alone, but 
stronger than any of the Valar if someone is by his side to remind him of that…” 
“But we did Erestor, all the time. We still do...” Elrond mused out loud, 
leaning in the caring arms comfortably, considering leaving the papers for later 
and just sitting on the couch to hold Erestor as they waited for their tea. 


“He needs more than just us… as we both did.” Erestor smiled as the oldest twin 
gave up, leaving Glorfindel and Elrohir alone to spar and moving to his 
girlfriend’s side, sitting there and resting his head on her lap as if 
exhausted. He let her caress his hair and face lovingly with a smile while 
commenting on something they could not hear from where they where. “He needs to 
know he is worthy of love instead of believing the ones who do love him do so 
just because they have to.” 


Watching his son beam in the distance, Elrond smiled. “Well, I think that is a 
lesson he is happy to learn.” 


Chuckling, Erestor nodded and studied the scene once again before he unwrapped 
himself from the half-elf and went back to the table, really wishing to be done 
with the work before the night hit the valley; hoping this time, Elrond would 
dine with him instead of in the main halls. 


* * * * * * * * * * 


“The bath is ready,” Tywien said, leaving the bathroom and walking towards 
Elladan who was clumsily tugging on his shirt. 


“Slowly,” she reminded with a giggle, letting her fingers work the buttons 
undone. “See,” she said, revealing his chest and letting her hand smooth along 
it gently once the entire shirt was open. 


“I hate these shirts,” Elladan said, pretending to pout at her as pushed the 
shirt off his shoulders and tossed it towards a basket, aiming perfectly. He 
didn’t like the shirts much indeed, though he loved the fact of her always 
helping when he pretended to be annoyed with the buttoning. 


“But you look so handsome in them,” she said, opening a drawer and laying out a 
dress to wear to dinner for herself. 


“Elbereth, the things I do for you!” the oldest twin laughed and kissed her bare 
shoulder whilst embracing her over the large towel covering her body. “Are you 
getting fat?” he asked absently, placing a hand over her stomach.


“Well, that is just so polite of you to ask, Elladan,” Tywien chided, amusedly 
pulling away the inspecting hand to look at him as he blushed. “You are lucky I 
have a hard time getting upset at you, otherwise I would not talk to you for a 
week with a comment like that.” She laughed. 


“It is an honest question, plus if you ´are´ that would not mean you would stop 
being beautiful.” He beamed a smile at her. 


“Ah, I believe I told you too many times how truly charming you are.” She smiled 
and got closer to kiss him softly on the lips. “Go have your bath now, or we 
will be late. I do not want your mother upset again.” 


“She lives to be upset, it does not matter whether we get late or not, she will 
still glare at us when we get to the dining halls. This brings me to another 
topic…” the oldest twin purred, brushing his fingers through the blond hair as 
he brought her closer into his arms, pressing her body against his own and 
holding the towel covering her precariously between them. “Would you bath with 
me?” 


“I already took my bath,” she breathed to Elladan´s lips before she kissed him 
softly. “Minutes ago…”


“Hmm, yes, but I was not able to join you then,” he murmured into the kiss 
lovingly whilst starting their way backwards to the bathroom. “I missed you 
today.” 


“I spent the day with you meleth nin.” She smiled, noticing they had reached the 
side of the tub. “You are impossible to deny, and the worst is that you know 
it,” she teased, holding the towel with one hand and unlacing Elladan´s pants 
with the other; letting them pool around the other’s feet. “Get into the water,” 
she ordered wickedly. 


Watching her lover do as commanded, she let the towel fall to the floor and 
followed him into the bath, getting comfortable between her lover’s legs. 
“The water is lovely,” he whispered to her ear before he pressed a light kiss to 
the tip. “´You´ are lovely.” He smiled, letting his fingers trail a random path 
along the side of her body to her hip before they returned over the smooth skin 
of her belly until they were circling a nipple. 


“Does this mean you are not going to behave?” Tywien asked amusedly in a slow 
surrendering purr while caressing Elladan´s thigh as she sat closer to feel the 
hard shaft pressing on her bottom. 


“I ´always´ behave,” the oldest twin replied huskily, shifting her in the water 
to sit her on his lap so she was facing him and, wrapping his arms around her 
body, he brought her close for a deep passionate kiss. 


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


“Have you seen my hairclip?” Elrond asked his lover, whilst rummaging around the 
hairclips container. 


“Which one?” Erestor asked buttoning his nightshirt, moving to search the box 
too. 


The sight of his beloved in a nightshirt instead of formal robes made Elrond 
frown. “Going to bed early again?” he asked, biting back a frustrated sigh. 
“Yes, I am tired. I want to try reading something that will distract me. This 
one?” The Noldo picked a perfect rosebud hairclip from the bottom of the box and 
showed it to Elrond. 


“You had been skipping dinner for over two weeks now, Erestor. Is it not time 
you got over Celebrian, and be who you are when she is not around?” he said, 
taking the hairclip, a bit annoyed his lover was deserting him again for dinner. 
He moved to the mirror to place the clip on a braid. “I miss you,” he said, 
realizing he had snapped for no good reason at all.


“I will still be here when you get back,” the chief advisor offered, moving to 
button Elrond’s robe tenderly. “I promise I will not fall asleep this time, we 
can have some tea when you get back?”


“If you are only trying to avoid Celebrian, and you are not tired, perhaps we 
could go for a short walk? We spent the entire day indoors; I would really like 
to see the waterfalls tonight? Ithil is shining bright and the air is warm from 
the day.” Smiling as he could read the answer in Erestor`s green eyes, Elrond 
kissed his lover softly, cupping his face in both hands. “I will see you soon 
then,” he whispered.


Watching the door close, Erestor looked around the room and decided he better 
get dressed and out of there before he even thought of lying down for a while. 
If he did, he would most likely end up falling asleep for sure. The nightmares 
had increased, and they were literally leaving him with out any possibility of 
rest during the nights. Naps, which had been so useful in the past, seemed a far 
away dream now, as there was no time for him to even dare try think of one with 
so much work to be done. 


Buttoning his tunic, he picked up one of his favourite everyday robes and headed 
to the library. He would focus on the task of getting a new book for tonight, 
for when the nightmares woke him again. Yes, that should keep him busy until 
Elrond finished dinner. 


Entering the library, he walked towards the shelves, and carefully studied the 
volumes, knowing by heart what each contained. 


“I was starting to believe your presence within the house was no more than a 
name by this point,” Celebrian said from her place by the fire as she relented 
the hold on her book. “I barely see you anymore, Erestor,” she complained, 
standing to move slowly towards the Noldo. “Not that I saw you often before… but 
still, one would have thought you would never leave Elrond’s side and yet… my 
poor husband has to dine alone every single night.” 


“I do not mind whether you see me or not, I am still by Elrond’s side, and will 
be as long as he wants me with him,” he replied coldly, trying to sound as 
distant as possible, knowing better than to give into old memories. “Apparently 
you have proven long ago that it would take more than infidelity to take me from 
his side. I wonder if I should be thankful to you for proving Elrond would love 
me even if I tried to be my worst.” 


Shaking her head amusedly, the Lórien Lady leaned against a table and smiled 
sadly at the chief advisor. “You are like a drug Erestor, one of those that 
humans use to pretend their world is not as decadent as it is. Though, just 
because you create the illusion does not mean you are needed, or real. Elrond 
knows he would be alone if he pushes you away, and he is so frightened by that 
concept now that he does not even dare try looking for someone better. He 
´settles´ for you…” 


Picking up a book, the dark haired elf tried not to think back, not to believe 
her words but, despite him knowing the truth, he still wondered; what if she was 
right? What if Elrond was losing the opportunity to find someone who deserved 
him, because of him lingering so selfishly by his side? “I do not understand why 
you continue talking to me about this issue Celebrian; I know that the only 
thing to leave your lips is ill advice tinted with self loathing and hate.” 
“Pity,” she pouted slightly in mockery as her eyes pierced the advisor’s. “I 
liked it when you were scared of me, I still think you are… you are only getting 
very good at hiding it,” she whispered, walking towards the other, circling him 
as if Erestor were her prey. “Do I have to remind you what I can do?” she 
whispered, before her eyes shot to the entrance of the private library and she 
smiled before she looked at the advisor mischievously. “She knows…” she 
whispered to Erestor in secrecy. 


Looking up to the entrance as well, Erestor felt the dread of warning in his 
heart, and meeting the shocked and aware eyes he suddenly felt unable to react. 
“They must be waiting for you at the dinner table,” he said softly to Tywien who 
was looking back at him in a way Erestor could not describe. 


“No, no, no,” Celebrian smiled, prancing towards the intruder and, taking the 
book from her arms, she put it down on a table before she took her arm to lead 
the other towards the Noldo. “This is something quite unique, nobody has ever 
found out about my plan before. I must admit I am rather proud of how it turned 
out, it took a long time to find the right elves and time.” She smiled at 
Erestor. “I did make sure they were ´pretty´ after all, did I not?” She glared 
at the advisor when he was about to snap. “I have someone else to play with now, 
Erestor. It is not only you I can harm,” she reminded, petting Tywien`s blond 
hair as a mother would. “I wonder how Elladan would feel, knowing you let me 
hurt his precious lover.” 


“You will not hurt her,” Erestor smiled calmly. “If you do, there will be no 
more reason for me to remain quiet.” 


“There will always be a reason as long as ´your´ family is alive. The thing is, 
how much are you willing to risk? If I do hurt her, would you keep quiet so I 
would not hurt Elladan and Elrohir? Elrond? Glorfindel? Because you know I can.”
“You can not,” Tywien said, shaking her head, moving away uncomfortably. “The 
pain you caused Erestor will be nothing to what you will have to deal in the 
future. You will find no more strength in his silence; everything will soon come 
to light.”


“Do not talk to me in riddles; I have my mother for that.” The silver haired 
Lady sighed “You two belong to me, if you do not as I say, your loved ones will 
be hurt,” she warned, meeting their eyes, knowing she could not deal with a 
second one knowing her secret. “Elladan still longs for a mother, and you are 
just a poor substitute of what he could have had if I had loved him. Remember 
that,” she said, before she walked out of the place to head for the dining 
halls. 


Feeling a comforting hand on her shoulder, Tywien looked up and smiled sadly at 
Erestor before the strong arms wrapped around her in comfort, and her own 
embraced the Noldo. She was scared now, probably as she had never been in her 
entire life. She knew something bad was about to happen, even if she could not 
yet see what. 


“Would you go back to Mirkwood? Take Elladan and Elrohir with you for some time, 
Glorfindel could escort you?” he asked, looking into her eyes as his hand stroke 
the blond hair tenderly. “It is no longer safe here. Nor is Loth Lórien, I am 
afraid.” 


“I will stay, and they will be alright,” she assured. 


“Are you done with the book?” Elladan asked, moving into the room as a small 
frown formed on his brow at the sight of his lover in Erestor´s arms. Their 
looks were strange as well, as if they were sharing something no one else would 
ever be aware of. “Dinner will get cold,” he acknowledged. 


Nodding, Erestor let go of her and smiled. “I will put the book to a safe 
place,” he assured, noticing Elladan´s hand holding hers as soon as she was 
close. “Go have dinner before it gets cold,” he dismissed the elflings with a 
smile and, gathering the books; he disappeared into the next room. 


“Something I missed?” Elladan asked, starting their way to the dinning room. 
“I was speaking about a disturbing vision to Erestor,” she lied quietly, and 
tightened her hold on her beloved’s hand. “Can we skip dinner, I am not hungry 
tonight. I would rather we go to our chambers. Or are you hungry?” she asked, 
glancing up. 


“No, I can eat some fruit in our bedroom,” the oldest prince assured, caressing 
her back caringly. “You did not tell me about this vision, did it happen when 
you were coming here?” he asked, and sighed softly at her nod. “I will go tell 
Ada we will skip dinner, wait here.” He kissed her brow gently and moved into 
the dinning halls, explaining what had happened to his father and, going back to 
her side, they went to their room, where they would hopefully lie down for a 
while, and she would feel a bit better. 


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


Shifting in the bed restlessly, Tywien dreamt yet again of the murder she had 
been seeing since she was a child. She woke up panting slightly from the 
nightmare and looked to her side to find Elladan still asleep and, looking down 
at her stomach, she caressed the slightly round form that it had adopted before 
she lay down again, snuggling up to her lover.


“Something wrong?” Elladan asked sleepily, wrapping an arm around her and 
tightening his hold reassuringly. He was used to dealing with her nightmares 
now; they had shared their bed practically since the first time they had slept 
together. “Another nightmare?” 


“Yes,” she whispered, looking up now that she had managed to wake him. “Don´t 
let go of me tonight,” she pleaded, resting her head on his shoulder. “Please.” 
“I will never let go of you, you know that,” Elladan said, mostly still asleep 
whilst he leant to kiss her brow. “You are an unique flower in the garden of my 
life, I will never stop caring for you.” 


Smiling at that, she caressed his face adoringly. “Promise me you will never 
forget I love you? No matter what happens? And that you will try to be happy, no 
matter what?”


“I promise,” Elladan said reassuringly, knowing just how much the nightmares 
affected her. “I promise I will be alright.” 


Nodding, she kissed his lips tenderly and caressed his bare chest. Closing her 
eyes briefly she rested her head on his shoulder once again and, watching him 
falling back asleep, she prayed to Elbereth he would fulfil that promise, for 
she would not be around to make sure he did. 


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


“My, Elladan, I thought she had kidnapped you again!” Elrohir teased, peering 
into his brother’s bedroom to find his brother folding some clothes on a chair. 
“How long will you keep me waiting?!”


“Just as much as you made me wait when Glorfindel turned out to be more 
interesting than I was!” Elladan retorted with a grin. 


“At least he does not make me fold my clothes. Well, he does, but not that much 
anymore,” Elrohir mused, moving by his brother’s side to check on the clothes, 
knowing he was only ordering them because they were brand new and he had just 
received them from the tailors. “The way things are progressing between you two, 
I should be having nieces and nephews soon enough. Ada might not be very happy 
about being a grandfather though, he will start complaining he is not old enough 
to be grandfather at one point or the other…” he chuckled, suddenly realizing 
his brother had stopped his fussing over the clothes. “Elladan?” He frowned a 
little placing a hand on his twin’s shoulder. 


“I think she might be pregnant,” the oldest brother confessed, looking at the 
other seriously. “She is getting, well, fat,” he whispered, knowing he would be 
in trouble if overheard. “And, it is not the chubby kind of fat, her stomach is 
getting this lovely round shape and I swear it grows by the day.” 


“Did you ask her? She must know, perhaps she should check with the healers, or 
ask Ada.”


“I told her I would go with her to the healers, but she said it was not 
necessary and that she would know if she was with child.” He sighed 
distressedly, sitting on the chair by his clothes. “I am ninety percent positive 
she is, but she keeps saying she is not. It confuses me.” 


“You think she might be scared?” the youngest twin frowned, crouching before his 
brother and resting his arms on the other’s knees. “Perhaps she thinks Ada will 
be upset? After that speech of his?” 


“I do not know. But,” the oldest brother reached into his pocket to take a small 
but richly decorated wooden box. Opening it, he showed the matching rings to his 
brother. “I will ask her to bind with me whenever I see the time is right. She 
has been acting strange lately and, whenever I want to say something, she is 
either called by someone or gets distracted from whatever we are talking about…”
“I noticed she was acting different, I just could not point to what it was,” 
Elrohir said, admiring the rings. “These are lovely, Elladan, she will love 
them.” He beamed up at his brother. “I can be a matchmaker now; I was the first 
to tell you that you would like her if you gave her a chance.” 


Grinning at his little brother, Elladan pocketed the rings again. “Did you? I 
have no recollection of that,” he joked, pretending to think, before chuckling 
at Elrohir`s snort. 


“I am glad she makes you happy, Elladan. I could not have wished for a better 
match for you.”


“Are you planning on binding with Glorfindel? Eventually?” Elladan asked 
curiously, knowing his brother was very much in love with their tutor, and he 
actually found it a bit odd that Elrohir had not asked yet. From Glorfindel that 
could take years, but Elrohir was a bit quicker than that with the things he 
wanted. 


“I… I would love to, but I think he is still testing us, I think he believes I 
am too young for him still, and he is waiting for this to just fade… If I ask 
now, he will reject me,” the youngest Peredhil said gloomily, pressing his brow 
to his arms, still resting on the other’s knees. “I will not be able to handle 
it, if he says no.” 


Nodding, Elladan petted his twin’s hair. “I know, believe me I do.” He sighed, 
dreading exactly the same thing. 


“You two ready for sparring or have you changed your minds?” Glorfindel asked 
from the doorjamb, smiling at the twin brothers embracing each other. It was 
always refreshing to see Elladan and Elrohir together, to see the very basis of 
their brotherhood lasting through the years. 


“We are always ready to spar with you!” Elladan jumped up, grinning at 
Glorfindel. “No better encouragement than trying to beat you in a sparring 
lesson” 


Chuckling, Elrohir smiled at his lover and moved close to wrap his arms around 
the elda´s waist. “I gave up on beating him in a fight long ago. I don’t know 
why; I always get distracted,” he purred softly, rising slightly on his toes to 
be able to kiss Glorfindel´s cheek. 


“Hmm, I wonder why…” Elladan said jokingly, getting his sword and going to the 
hallway, he passed the cuddling elves. “I will wait for you in the yard.” 
Smiling softly at his beloved, Glorfindel wrapped his arms around the slimmer 
waist and pulled him closer for a slow, leisured kiss. “I love you,” he 
whispered to the parted, slightly swollen lips as the kiss ended. 


“I love you too,” Elrohir whispered, caressing Glorfindel´s face adoringly, 
wondering if Glorfindel would escape him if he did ask the question. 


“Elladan is waiting for us,” the blond whispered back, pressing a last kiss to 
Elrohir`s lips and, pulling reluctantly away, he lead the way to the training 
yard. 

TBC...

Falling into Temptation.
Chapter/ Part: (39/40)


Author: Celebrian.
E-mail: Sorry, no mail due the amount of spam and viruses I am getting. Please 
refer to the LJ for feedback. Thankyou. 
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Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel -*- Elrond / Erestor -*- Elladan/ OFC -*- 
Haldir/Celeborn mentioned. 
Rating: NC17
Summary: 
Disclaimer: I don’t own them :o( But they all live in my mind.
Warnings: Angsty at first, Fluffy in the middle, HET content (mild I think), 
ANGST at the end. Character death (Not OMC.) Suicidal thoughts. Violence. 
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: Amin mela lle: I love you. // Amin mela lle, beika Erestor: 
I love you too Erestor. // Mela en´ coiamin: Love of my life // Lirimaer: Lovely 
one.// Ammin merna lle, A´maelarain: I want you, My beloved. // Quel amrun: Good 
morning. Saurar: Foul. // Menelya: Friday. // Ada: Father/ Papa. // Mead: Sweet 
wine of fermented honey// Melui* elei : Sweet dreams
Feedback makes muses happy. Happy muses make happy authors, happy authors write 
faster… ;o)


~ Special thanks to Elaine for the beta J ~


~ * ~
Looking up from his papers, the elf Lord caught the eye of his lover, sitting on 
the desk by the window. Though instead of working as he would usually see him, 
Elrond noticed Erestor to be staring outside into the distance of the night. 
Frowning a little, he silently stood from his sitting place and walked towards 
the Noldo. 


Erestor continued to stare into the distance, unaware of any sounds the Lord of 
Imladris could be making as he crossed the room. ´Erestor, ´ the soft voice 
accompanied a tender hand that rested on the Noldo´s shoulder, startling him a 
little, making him turn and smile " I was distracted,” he excused himself whilst 
watching Elrond move a chair close to sit by his side. 


“You seem to have been distracted for months now, A maelarain,” the elder elf 
said with a tender and caring voice. “I wish you would let me help.” 


“You can not help me Elrond, no one can. We have discussed this already.”


“We did, many times. And you still do not trust me enough to confide in me about 
whatever troubles you this much.” Elrond let a small sigh leave his lips as his 
right hand reached to cup his advisor’s which was resting on the desk. Why was 
Erestor trembling? he wondered inwardly as he started to rub the anxious elf’s 
knuckles. “You are escaping me again,” he said with hurt in his voice after a 
couple of minutes with no reply from his lover. “I miss you. And it worries me… 
I want to help and I do not know how. I feel lost without you in my life…” 
Looking up from the papers on the desk, Erestor smiled softly at his beloved 
and, leaning slightly, he managed to brush his lips against Elrond’s in a loving 
almost chaste kiss. “I am still in your life, beloved, and I am not planning on 
leaving you alone, there is no need for you to worry about that. I love you,” 
the chief advisor reminded him, locking his eyes with Elrond’s grey ones to make 
sure his lover saw the truth in his own. 


The Noldo could see the well known longing in the grey eyes and berated himself 
for being unable to satisfy it. He was still not able to make that transition 
between past and present, he was still not able to believe touching or being 
with Elrond as a rightful lover, would not induce Celebrian to hurt anyone. It 
was alright by him if she wanted to hurt him, as he hardly believed she could 
find a way to punish him that would top her past attempt, but Erestor was 
positive, he would not be able to handle any possible pain caused to the ones he 
loved. “We should continue with this so we can go for our nightly walk.” He 
smiled and caressed Elrond’s perfectly smooth cheek with the palm of his hand 
and, after watching Elrond nod, trying to mask his disappointment and kissing 
his brow, he watched the elf Lord move back to his desk to finish work. And 
Erestor continued to try focus on his own as well. 


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


“Perfect aim,” the silver haired Lady cheered from her spot as she watched an 
arrow hit the center of the target, as the guardian turned to watch her with 
annoyed, puzzled eyes. “No wonder you are one of Ada´s favourites.” She smiled, 
gracefully moving closer to the galadhrim.


“My Lady,” Haldir bowed politely before he picked another arrow, half hoping she 
would soon get bored and would leave him to his practice. 


“I came to ask that favour you owe me Haldir,” she said, tangling her fingers in 
front of her dress as she waited for Haldir`s full attention which she had as 
soon as she finished speaking those words. “As I was saying, I came to ask that 
favour from you,” she repeated looking at the guardian with piercing eyes, 
trying to remind him of his place. “You know what is at stake so I will assume 
you know the consequences by now, and I’ll move straight to what I want you to 
do. I want you to go to the cliff tomorrow and use an orc arrow I will give you 
to kill Tywien,” she said simply, wondering at the fact she was not at all 
disturbed by speaking her mind out loud. Finding it somehow liberating instead, 
she smiled. “She knows something of great importance to me, and I need to make 
sure she will not mention it to a soul.” 


“No,” the galadhrim said simply, looking at her disgustedly. “I will not kill 
one of our kin, much less someone who cannot defend themselves.” 


“I assume this is your final word on the matter?” she asked coldly, glaring at 
the silver haired elf in front of him, wishing she could add him to her list as 
well, but knowing better than to let her rage take the best out of her. Knowing 
she would be discovered if she pushed things further. 


“It is,” Haldir nodded once as he continued to glare at her, wondering if she 
would be able to find someone else to do the job or if she would realize what 
she was really asking of him. 


“I would consider finding a new home at Imladris if I were you, I am no longer 
positive you will be welcomed in Loth Lórien after my mother finds out about 
your little interlude with my father.” She smiled softly. “Oh, and I hope your 
brothers can take good care of themselves without you around, we never know when 
accidents could happen to those we love.” 


A hand clenched around his bow, and he stared at her leaving, disbelief and 
hatred showing in his eyes, though as a good warrior he soon snapped himself 
from the cloud of hate and headed to the house. He needed to talk to Elrond; he 
needed to call his brothers to Imladris, no matter how. He also needed to 
contact Celeborn and warn him about what his daughter had in mind to do. 


Being banished from his home was something that Haldir would grieve about, but 
be able to deal with eventually. Seeing either his brothers or Celeborn hurt was 
something he knew he would not take as well. And it was until that day; he 
himself was not sure what he would be able to do if pushed to his limits. 


He could not say he would not harm, or even kill his own kin if someone hurt his 
family. 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 


She knew it was still morning, but the light of the sun had yet not been able to 
reach the deepest places of the forest surrounding Imladris, making the entire 
place look as it would at the coming the night. The birds seemed to have stop 
singing and the sound of the waterfalls had died in her mind minutes ago… 
Looking around her, she noticed she was in a clearing, and looking behind her, 
she noticed the hooded elven figure. Bow and arrows were now gone from the 
figure’s back and Tywien stood in her place to try figure out what had changed 
this time. 


The knife shone as it was unsheathed, and she could almost feel the pain in her 
wrists as the blood started to flow. She knew it was her now, she could see 
herself falling to the grass as life slowly slipped away from her… though 
looking up through teary eyes at her attacker, she was finally able to see her 
face…


Gasping as she sat up, she looked around the room, disorientated until she was 
able to see Elladan sitting upright to soothe here. Shaking her head, she pushed 
away the tender words and touches and started to pace the room, almost unaware 
of the rest of the world. What was she supposed to do now? She had seen her, she 
knew who her killer was; was she supposed to tell this to somebody? Would 
somebody believe her, beside possibly Erestor?


“It was only a nightmare, A´maelarain, please come back to bed,” the oldest twin 
pleaded with his lover, a bit hurt she had pulled away from him. In the time 
they had been together, she had never rejected him, not even with the worst of 
her nightmares or visions. 


Standing up, Elladan placed both his hands on her shoulders, stopping her from 
continuing her pacing and, after she looked into his eyes, her arms wrapped 
tightly around his body as she started to cry. 


“Shhh, come here,” he whispered, caressing her hair and back soothingly. “It is 
alright now; I will not let anything bad happen… Shhh” 


Minutes later, Tywien followed Elladan to the bed and, snuggling up to him, she 
tried not to continue crying. Somehow, she always knew this was going to happen, 
but now that she had seen it so accurately, she knew it was going to happen 
soon. All that she could think of was that she would have to leave the only elf 
she ever loved more than her own life behind. “I love you Elladan,” she said 
quietly between sobs as she tried to calm herself. 


“I love you too,” the dark haired prince whispered back, stroking her hair 
whilst he cooed quietly. “I love you too,” he repeated, wishing there was 
something more he could do to take her pain away. 


* * * * * * * * * * 


In the morning she woke to an empty bed, looking to Elladan´s side, her breath 
caught in the middle of her chest as she noticed the small box waiting by a 
spray of jasmine on Elladan´s pillow. There was also a small peace of folded 
parchment that would most likely be a note for her. 


Reaching over with a shaky hand, she took the piece of paper and opened it. The 
note read; 


´Might have been only me, afraid of you saying no. But I feel all the times I 
tried to give you this, something happened. I want you to have it no matter what 
the answer is going to be. I drew it while thinking of you, and the smiths were 
able to make it come to life. It is yours now.


I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to make you as happy as 
possible and beyond, I want to go to sleep with you in my arms and I want to 
wake up to your kisses… You made me find out what love was, will you now let me 
love you for the rest of my life? Will you bind with me?

                                          E ~ ´


After minutes staring at the small perfectly crafted box with tearful eyes, she 
finally dared reach for it, and as she opened it, her heart clenched painfully 
in her chest at the sight. There were two perfectly crafted Mithril rings 
inside, one smaller than the other, the small one wore the loveliest pattern she 
would have ever seen, and scripted on the inside was a declaration of eternal 
love, followed by her beloved’s name. 


´Will you bind with me?´ came the voice from the balcony doors, making her eyes 
snap to where Elladan was standing and, even though she knew what she had to 
answer, an entire different line fell from her lips as she whispered she would. 
Smiling beamingly, Elladan hurried to the bed and, snuggling into the open arms 
waiting for him, he kissed her softly on the lips as his hand caressed her 
cheek. “I love you…” he said between kisses, smiling as he pulled away to brush 
a tear away. “I hope these are from happiness,” he teased, kissing the trail the 
tears left on her cheeks. 


“They are,” Tywien half lied, as this was both the most happy day she could ever 
think of living, and the worst she had ever seen in her nightmares. “I love 
you,” she whispered, touching Elladan´s face with the tips of her fingers, 
needing to make sure he was still there and smiling again as Elladan held her 
hand gently to slide the ring onto her finger. 


“I even got the size right,” the Peredhil beamed happily before he kissed her 
hand devotedly. 


“You did,” she smiled, holding Elladan´s hand in her own as she reached for the 
other ring, and slid it onto Elladan´s finger. “These are lovely, Elladan,” the 
blond elf Lady praised sincerely. 


Smiling, Elladan kissed the tip of her nose and stood to get the door, as he 
assumed it was Lindir bringing their breakfast. 


TBC… 

Falling into Temptation.
Chapter/ Part: (40/40)


Author: Celebrian.
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Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel -*- Elrond / Erestor -*- Elladan/ OFC -*- 
Haldir/Celeborn mentioned. 
Rating: NC17
Summary: 
Disclaimer: I don’t own them :o( But they all live in my mind.
Warnings: Angsty at first, Fluffy in the middle, HET content (mild I think), 
ANGST at the end. Character death (Not OMC.) Suicidal thoughts. Violence. 
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: Amin mela lle: I love you. // Amin mela lle, beika Erestor: 
I love you too Erestor. // Mela en´ coiamin: Love of my life // Lirimaer: Lovely 
one.// Ammin merna lle, A´maelarain: I want you, My beloved. // Quel amrun: Good 
morning. Saurar: Foul. // Menelya: Friday. // Ada: Father/ Papa. // Mead: Sweet 
wine of fermented honey// Melui* elei : Sweet dreams
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faster… ;o)


~ Special thanks to Elaine for the beta J ~


~ * ~


“Elrohir?” Tywien called from the door as she noticed the youngest Peredhil to 
be sitting with Glorfindel in the gardens. She hated to interrupt them, but she 
felt the timeline of her life starting to reach its end, and she needed to make 
sure the letters were safe. “I am sorry to interrupt, but would it be possible 
to talk to you?”


Frowning a little in worry at the hidden urgency in her voice, Elrohir stood 
from his place in the Elda´s arms and headed towards her. 


Bowing to Glorfindel, Tywien turned to face Elrohir as they started to walk out 
of the golden haired elf’s hearing range. 


“Anything amiss?” 


“I need to ask a favour of you,” she said, bitter sweetly looking from the 
letters in her hand to Elrohir, who nodded slowly. “I need you to hand this one 
to Elladan, tomorrow or at the dawn of the next day, ” she pointed to the date 
marked parchment sealed with wax. “This one is for you, and it explains when you 
should hand him the second one. That has no date nor markings besides his name 
on it.”


“I do not like this,” the dark haired elf frowned, looking at her. “Why can you 
not give them to him? There is something not right with this,” he said, 
suspiciously looking at her pleading eyes. “Are you going to leave my brother?” 
he asked disbelievingly, pinning her in her place with a warning look. “Has this 
something to do with Erestor?” he inquired confusedly. She had been acting weird 
for the last few weeks and all she did some days was sit with Erestor in the 
library and read, or simply watch to the fire. “I do not understand.” He sighed 
softly after a couple of seconds, shaking his head and looking down, ashamed 
that he had snapped at her. 


“I would never hurt Elladan on purpose, Elrohir; you should know that better 
than any other. I love him.” 


“And you are going to bind with him,” the young Peredhil said with a nod, 
realizing his accusations sounded even more stupid if he in fact thought of 
them. “I am sorry I suspected you, but you have not been talking to anyone 
lately besides Erestor, and he would refuse tell any of us what is that might be 
troubling you.” 


“I asked him to keep silent. Erestor is not to blame, Elrohir, he is a very kind 
soul and is only doing as I pleaded him to do,” she said softly, looking into 
Elrohir`s eyes. “Would you do this favour for me? It is very important and I 
cannot confide in anyone else. I promise you will understand soon.”


Taking the letters she was pleading for him to take, he nodded slowly. “I still 
do not understand. Nor I am happy as how you are handling whatever it is you 
are. I am your friend, and Elladan considers you his life, and very own heart. 
We would do our best to try and help. I will make sure to hand these to Elladan 
as you ask,” he vowed, knowing he was not going to get any more information than 
that already spoken, and embracing her back gently, he let her go and disappear 
within one of the entrances of the house. 


“Something amiss?” Glorfindel asked as Elrohir had before while the youngest 
Peredhil walked towards him examining the letters he carried. 


“She would not tell me, but aye, I think there is something amiss. She handed me 
these to give to Elladan on specific dates and she said I would soon understand 
why she might have been acting oddly, and why she asked me to deliver the 
letters instead of doing it herself.” He sighed, sitting again as his eyes 
continued to stare at the papers in his hands, wishing he was able to read them 
without breaking the seals. “Her nightmares increased this last month, Elladan 
told me so, and she secluded herself with Erestor, and now she asks me this?” He 
looked up to meet the ocean blue eyes, now worried as well. “Do you think she 
might know something Ada does not? I have had this odd feeling something will 
happen, but I can not tell what or when. Do you think she might have seen 
something?”


“I do not know, but if she did, why would she not tell us so we can take the 
rightful precautions?” Glorfindel wondered out loud, letting his mind try to 
solve the puzzle without luck. “Come, you said she talked to Erestor, we should 
probably talk to him and see what he knows.” 


* * * * * * * * * * 


“Come in,” Elrond’s voice called out as he finished serving their tea and handed 
Erestor a cup. 


“We need to talk to Erestor, Ada,” Elrohir said, stepping into the room, not 
really caring they might be interrupting as his beloved closed the door behind 
him. 


Arching an eyebrow as Elrohir sat by his lover on the couch, Elrond looked 
puzzled at Glorfindel, who was more patiently walking towards him. “May I ask 
what is that you need to talk to Erestor so urgently about?” 


“Tywien,” Glorfindel spoke before Elrohir did, knowing best how to deal with 
Elrond with out having him screaming back at you in less than a second. “We all 
know she has been acting strangely for the last couple of weeks, she said to 
Elrohir she had confided in Erestor, so we wanted to ask you if her confession 
revealed something dangerous, perhaps for herself?” he asked, now turning his 
attention to the dark haired advisor who had left his tea and was now assuming a 
slightly cold façade. 


“He gave me these letters for Elladan, and when I asked why would she not able 
to deliver them himself, she just replied she would never hurt Elladan on 
purpose, she did not directly refute my question, she avoided it. Ada, there is 
something wrong. I can feel it.” 


“Give me those,” Elrond said, taking the letters, opening the first one that was 
supposed to be opened at dawn by his son. Reading it silently, he cursed to 
himself. How had they been able to miss this? Had they been so blind? “She does 
not think she will be alive after tonight, did she said anything that could be 
related to suicide to you, Erestor?” he asked leaving the letters on the desk as 
he stood, along with the others. “We need to find her,” he said simply after his 
lover shook his head whilst obviously thinking, perhaps trying to recall the 
memories. 


“But she was going to bind with Elladan, why would she want to kill herself, it 
does not make sense!” the dark haired prince almost whined in distress. The more 
they considered things, the less they made sense. And even before he could 
finish his complaint, Erestor was storming out of the room, leaving them all 
looking at the closing door with stunned eyes. 


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


Looking around the trees, Tywien sighed softly before she took the hood of her 
cloak off her head. It was a cold night, and as she had heard in her nightmare, 
no birds nor any form of life seemed to be making any kinds of sound around her. 
It was not morning as she had thought in her dream, it was twilight, and Arda 
seemed to have stopped living around where she was standing. 


Closing her eyes as she heard a twig break behind her, she turned to see the 
hooded figure that had tortured her since her earliest memories, the same one 
that made her climb into her father’s bed in the middle of the night… the same 
one that cause her to cry in the dark… It was real, it had always been real, and 
despite how many times she had been told her nightmares and visions were not all 
meant to happen, she always knew this one was… It was real, and it was her 
destiny…


Turning to face the menacing figure, she saw a perfect pale hand pushing the 
hood away to reveal the Lórien Lady’s face marble-like face. Celebrian was 
smiling, but as she saw the other’s face in it’s entirety, the smile seemed a 
bad imitation of what an artist might have tried to craft into a stone before he 
discarded the piece due to the lack of expression. 


Looking at Celebrian standing before her, Tywien stared into the cold eyes. She 
would have spoken, told the silver haired Lady she did not have to do this, that 
there was a difference between planning what she had done, to actually killing 
one of her own kin; but finding no more than coldness and hate, she realised her 
words would be futile. “You could have been loved, if you would have only 
allowed them to.” 


“I do not care of what they could offer me, I never did, never will.” The Lórien 
elven Lady looked down at the dim light that reflected from her knife. “They 
will never find out either way, the way you have been acting over the past weeks 
will make them believe you took your own life. Who knows, perhaps the nightmares 
became stronger, and not even the love of your husband-to-be was enough to keep 
you with us…” She shrugged a little. “I am not planning to say much really, I 
will have fun hearing what they assume.” She smiled. 


“They will find out, Celebrian, that is what you cannot see, and know that you 
are not only killing me, but your son’s offspring as well. Not one but three 
lives will end at your hand, and I would like to say one day you will realize 
what you are going to do, but I doubt you ever will.” Looking down at the grass, 
Tywien raised both her hands slowly, letting the sleeves of her cloak slide back 
up her arms before she took a steadying breath and faced her killer again. “My 
nightmares end here, but your dream world will crumble away from you before with 
a blink of the eye.” And as the last words left her lips, Tywien felt the knife 
slicing her wrists deeply. The blood started to flow out off her veins and, as a 
tear dropped from the corner of her eye, she let herself fall to the ground in a 
kneeling position. 


Closing her eyes, she tried to think of Elladan, of the times he had held her in 
his arms, of his laugh, of those silly jokes he told only to her because nobody 
else found them amusing… and life flew away from her, the dizziness caused her 
to fall to the side until she was lying on the grass. 


“Tywien,” Elladan gasped as he reached the small clearing, almost enclosed by 
the canopy the trees formed. Moving urgently closer to her, he frowned and 
sobbed as he noticed the pool of blood, and swiftly his hands reached to press 
against the mortal cuts. “No,” he cried as he noticed the blood continue to flow 
from her wrists almost mockingly, reminding him there was nothing he could do 
now. “Why?! Why did you do this?” he sobbed, gathering her in his arms, 
balancing the weak head in his arms as he tried to grip tightly around her 
wrists, not willing to let her go. “Why, I love you. Do not leave me, please... 
Please…I love you,” he cried, pressing his brow to hers as he rocked them both. 
“Please…I need you.”


“I… love …you Elladan… always… will….” she managed, closing her eyes briefly as 
more tears appeared in them before she looked into her lover’s eyes, needing the 
strength and the reminder of why she had let go of her life with out a fight; 
and those grey glassy eyes soon reminded her why. She loved him more than she 
did her own life… 


“Stay with me, Ada will heal you… and everything will be alright, you only need 
to be strong…” Elladan said, vainly trying to find the strength to pick her up 
and get her to the house though something within himself told him that it was 
too late. 


“Love…y…” was the last she was able to mumble before Mandos finally took her to 
his halls, promising nights and days with out any more nightmares, and the 
chance to see her one and only lover in her dreams from now on...


“No! No! You can’t leave me! Don’t leave me! No!” Elladan cried as he tightened 
his hold on her, “Elbereth please no, please…”he sobbed against her neck as he 
rocked her dead body on his arms. “Please… come back,” he whispered. “Please…”


* * * * * * * * * * 


“Elrond,” Haldir called forgetting about titles and protocols, as he noticed 
Elladan carrying Tywien in his arms as he crossed the gardens whilst a shiver 
ran along his spine telling him the worst had happened. He had come to talk to 
the Lord of the Valley after having considered, whilst writing the warnings to 
his brothers and his Lord, and had decided informing Elrond about what Celebrian 
had ´asked´ him to do for her was probably the best he could do. 


Of course, Elrond was Celebrian´s husband but, as the Galadhrim had hoped, the 
elf Lord had listened to him and trusted that so many years of Celeborn trusting 
him with the protection of the borders would be enough for his word to be at 
least considered. 


Haldir still had no idea what Elrond thought or if he had believed him at all, 
but at least he had let him explain without interruptions or telling him that 
could not be truth. 


“Elbereth,” the dark haired elf said but in a whisper as he saw Elladan climbing 
the stairs before he disappeared into the house, and he himself hurried to meet 
his son. What Haldir had told him was still trying to make its way into his mind 
and brain. 


Following the maid’s direction, Elrond and Haldir made their way to Elladan´s 
room. There was no need to open the door, for it had been left ajar. The elf 
Lord stopped in the entrance at the sight of his crying son and the body of the 
one that would have soon been his wife lying as if asleep on the bed whilst the 
young prince clung to her hand. 


Their clothes were almost covered in blood, and Elladan´s face had a few smudges 
as well, all Elrond could assumed was his son had wiped away the tears after 
trying to hold her wrists to prevent the flow of blood. “Elladan,” he said as 
softly and as sympathetically as he could whilst resting a hand on the prince’s 
shoulder to find it shrugged away. 


“Elladan please,” the half elf Lord repeated quietly, trying to reach for his 
son again to find the shrug of his son’s body moving away as if it had been 
burnt whilst Elrohir and Glorfindel halted in the doorway along with Haldir. 
Moving towards the bed, Elrohir crouched by his twin next to the chair and 
resting his head on his brother’s lap he tried to give some of the comfort 
Elladan would need. Words would not do, nothing would take the pain Elladan was 
feeling now away; nothing except the passing of the years. Wiping away a tear, 
Elrohir looked at her open, vacant eyes before he had to look away, unable to 
match this elf with the lively and mischievous maid he had known. Suddenly 
things did not make sense. She might have been troubled, but she had looked 
happy, she was smiling as never before and now she killed herself?

 
Hearing a small gasp coming from the door, Elrond noticed a glimpse of ebony 
hair disappearing behind Glorfindel and looking back at his son, the elf Lord 
considered going to look for his lover. Knowing Erestor, it would not be strange 
for the Noldo to be blaming himself for something, even if she had not told him 
a word of any possible plans. 


Seeing Glorfindel nod at him reassuringly, Elrond knew the golden haired elf 
would stay with his son and send for him if Elladan woke from his disbelieving 
state. 


* * * * * * * * * * 


Having left his son’s chambers minutes ago, Elrond walked along the hallways 
towards the private reading room in the library, where a maid had informed him, 
the advisor had entered and another sight took him by surprise. “Erestor?” he 
asked as calmly and soothingly as he could, whilst trying to try to get closer 
to his lover who was currently cornering Celebrian against the shelves of a 
wall. 


Looking to the floor he could see several fallen books, and their flushed faces 
let him know they had been struggling. 


“He is insane! He wants to kill me!” the silver haired Lady cried to her 
husband, pleading for some kind of help as the small knife the advisor was 
pressing against her pale neck started to cut the tender, pale flesh with its 
pressure and Erestor´s arm held her still against the books. “Please.” She 
started to cry. 


“You never heard us plead, why should I listen to you again?” the Noldo hissed.
“Elrond,” Celebrian whimpered looking at the half elf only to feel her attacker 
pressing her even more firmly against the shelves and books. 


“Erestor, whatever it is, we can talk about it, whatever she did is not worth 
banishment,” Elrond said, trying to reason with his beloved. He moved closer and 
stopped when Erestor´s head snapped to pin him in his place. “We can talk about 
it.”


“She is the one that needs to talk, not me.”


“Do something!” Celebrian screamed to Elrond as the other stopped in his place. 
“Shut up!” Erestor hissed, staring at her. “Tell him what you did, tell him how 
you killed her and your grandsons, tell him how well you planned to have me 
raped and make it look as if I had chosen to be with those elves.”


Arching an eyebrow, the elf Lord stared from Erestor to Celebrian, whose face 
was now covered in tears whilst droplets of blood started to fall from the small 
cut on her throat. “Erestor,” he whispered pleadingly, needing to get his lover 
away and safe from the danger he was putting himself in. He would not be able to 
intervene between Celeborn and Galadriel if something should happen to 
Celebrian. He would not be able to prevent them from banishing Erestor if he 
hurt her. “Erestor, please, she might be a murderer but I ´know´ you. And you 
are not. You will not be able to live if you do this.”


“I was not able to live after she sent those elves to rape me! I kept fearing 
someday you would find out and she would finally hurt you or the twins. Do you 
think I kept it to myself for fun?!” the chief advisor now screamed to his lover 
in pain and suppressed impotency. “Do you think I did not need to tell you? She 
said she would hurt you, and the twins and Glorfindel and when Tywien found out, 
she killed her! She could not afford two knowing what she had done and she would 
remind me what she could do,” he tried to explain, locking his eyes with 
Elrond’s grey, shocked ones. 


“That is a lie, I could never,” she found herself stopped from talking when the 
arm across her chest pressed even more firmly, hurting her. 


“She is not worth it, Erestor,” Elrond whispered, moving hesitantly closer to 
the struggling elves until he was side by side with his beloved. He could feel 
the fear radiating from the Noldo´s body. He could feel the distress. “Give me 
the knife please.” He looked into the green eyes when Erestor´s face turned 
enough for their eyes to meet. “Please.”


Trembling Erestor stared at Celebrian once again before he started to remove the 
knife from her neck to hand it to Elrond. “She is a murderer.” He said to the 
elf Lord before pulling away to see Celebrian launching herself at him starting 
to hit him the best way she could before Elrond held her pulling her away. “That 
is all she is.” He said again looking sadly at her before he himself disappeared 
through the balcony doors. 


“I will have you banished from any elven city before you can even blink!” the 
Lórien elf Lady screamed at the retreating elf to feel a shake on her shoulders, 
and she remembered Elrond was still behind her. Starting to cry desperately, she 
turned and buried her face in Elrond’s robe. “He is going to kill me,” she 
sobbed over and over before a strong grip on her arm pushed her away. 


“That would be certainly more than what you deserve, but I will not let you ruin 
his life again, nor any one else’s if I can help it.” Tugging her through the 
door, he crossed the hallways and main library, heading to her private chambers. 

“How can you believe him? He is delusional, and he almost killed me,” she cried, 
pretending not to understand. “How can love make you so blind? How can you not 
see he only wants me away because he hates me, he always did.”


“Because I know him and I know you, he has never hurt anyone but himself while 
you are hurting everyone that surrounds you, starting with your own children, 
and your own father. I know you asked Haldir to kill her and sent a letter to 
Galadriel when he refused. You also told him you would do it yourself.” He let 
her stand before her chamber doors and stared at the concealed fear. “I remember 
the cut on your finger and the glass that was not on the table centuries ago and 
the traces of powder on it as well. I remember how you took me to the kitchens, 
and how casually Erestor was not far away from there in a practically open space 
with those elves. You might have taken me for a fool for many years, Celebrian, 
but I do not think I will be able to believe a word you say ever again,” he said 
trying to remain cool and diplomatic instead of simply wrapping his hands on the 
slightly blood tainted neck and squeezing until there was no more life in the 
lithe body. “You will stay in your chambers until I am able to contact Celeborn, 
you are not to see the twins or anyone but your maids of honour, and a guard 
will be watching the entrance to your chambers and the balcony doors.” 


“You are a fool Elrond,” she shook her head sadly as a mockery of a smile formed 
on her lips. “If you believe I did all those things, then how can you know I 
will not get rid of Erestor as well? After all, I have nothing to lose now.” 


He had believed everything Erestor had said, all the missing pieces of the 
puzzle had fallen into place as Erestor had spoken to him of the things he had 
not been able to see all this years, but hearing this words from Celebrian´s own 
lips made his blood boil in rage and hate. She was even proud of being the elf 
she was, and confident enough to dare threaten him. “I am not Erestor; he will 
never be able to hurt you. No matter what he did, he would never finish it. I am 
not him, and I ´can´ make you disappear and get away with it,” he said, only for 
her ears. “Do not underestimate me, Celebrian. Running an entire city is not 
always a pleasant task and despite whatever you may believe, I have terminated 
several elven lives. One more would not be much of a difference to the count.” 
He deliberately avoided the fact that those lives were about to depart for 
Mandos and none of the healers could ease or cure the wounds of the injured 
soldiers. “I am not him,” he said, opening the door for her to enter, before 
closing it behind her as she did. After ordering one of the maids that was 
approaching to make sure the Lady of the house did not leave her chambers 
without him knowing, Elrond headed to check with Glorfindel which were the most 
discrete escorts he could find to guard Celebrian´s doors. 


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Walking back to his son’s room, Elrond rubbed his brow worriedly. How was he 
going to handle a hurting son and lover? Dealing with Erestor alone was 
exhausting and he had to wonder if he would be able to comfort them both.

 
Hearing Elrohir calling for him, Glorfindel or Erestor, the half elf Lord 
hurried along the hallway until he came to stop in a halt at Elladan´s door. 


Entering the room slowly, he looked around, finding broken furniture and vessels 
on the carpet and stone floors along with the sharp shards of a large mirror. 


“Ada,” Elrohir whimpered, crying from the bathroom door, at a complete loss as 
to what to do. He had tried to get near his brother to comfort him as best as he 
could, but all Elladan had done was walk away, darkly tightening his hold on the 
shard of mirror his hand was gripping. 


“Elladan, give me that,” Elrond said calmly though firmly as Glorfindel halted 
behind Elrond as well. 


“She was pregnant…” Elladan stared at his father with utter pain showing in his 
red from crying eyes as new tears formed in them. “She was happy. And now they 
are all dead.”


“Then you have to live for them,” Elrond said, trying to remain calm again, 
praying not to lose his son as well. 


“I have nothing to live for! She was the only one who made me feel life was 
worth living and now she is gone and my child too. Do you understand how is to 
know you were about to have a son or a daughter and know they died before you 
could even behold them with your eyes?!” he screamed, trembling and tightening 
the grip on the mirror that made his hand drip blood, he stared questioningly at 
his father waiting for some kind of answer. “You would never know. None of you 
would.” 


“You are right, we do not know, and I do not want to find out what it is to lose 
a son. Elladan, please give me that. She would not have wanted this from you. 
She would have wanted you to live.” 


“Elrond; the letters,” Glorfindel reminded quietly, not moving an inch from his 
place, afraid he would push Elladan into doing something none of them would be 
able to stop. 


Frowning, Elrond reached for his pocket and took the opened letter, the one that 
was labelled to be delivered that same night and offered it to Elladan. “This 
belongs to you.”


Looking suspiciously at his father, the oldest twin moved carefully closer to 
him and grabbed the letter from the offering hand before he swiftly stepped away 
again. He tainted the yellowy parchment with blood as he opened it, but his 
heart almost stopped as his eyes recognised the delicate writing on it. 


Even more tears formed in his eyes before they freely flowed down his cheeks as 
he read. The mirror in his hand fell next to him, and he collapsed onto his 
knees sobbing hard, covering his face. “I do not understand,” he cried out 
desperately, pleading for someone to make sense of things. “Why?” he asked 
again, as his father’s arms wrapped protectively around his shaking form. “Why 
Ada, why?” 


Closing his eyes tightly, Elrond rested his head against Elladan´s hair, holding 
him as tears started to fall from his own eyes. 


“I do not know what I did wrong.” Elladan clung to his father as he would when 
little and upset. “I do not understand.” 


“You did nothing wrong, Elladan, and she did love you.” 


“Then why did she kill herself?” Elladan asked, shaking hard again as the words 
escaped his lips. “She should have stayed. She should not have left me.” 


“Many times, we do not understand why we have to lose the ones we love, or why 
they act the way they do. But that it was not for us to try help or decide. We 
can only believe what happened, happened for a greater reason,” Elrond tried to 
soothe; more than aware his words would mean nothing to his aching son at this 
point. “Losing someone we love is not often rewarded, but we do have to believe 
there is a reason behind it,” he said, trying to remember his own pain and the 
losses he had had in his lengthy life. 


Continuing to cry, Elladan clung desperately to his father whilst Elrohir cried, 
held in Glorfindel´s arms. 


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* * * * * * * * * 


Having left Glorfindel and Elrohir watching Elladan, who had finally fallen 
asleep after the body had been removed from his room, Elrond walked through the 
gardens towards his room, needing to have a bath and hopefully talk to Erestor 
as well. 


Raking a tired hand through his hair, he noticed a glimpse of someone in the 
private gardens where he and Erestor had first talked and he himself had come to 
realize that Erestor had been telling the truth the whole time. He had truly not 
remembered what had happened that night. “Come with me Erestor, it is a cold 
night to spend outside,” the elf Lord spoke quietly, startling the Noldo as he 
moved forward to see the trail of dried tears on his cheeks. 


Sitting by his lover, Elrond tangled his hands on his lap and stared at the 
grass. 


“I am sorry.” Erestor mumbled, ashamed he had not been able to stop Celebrian 
from hurting someone else. 


Shaking his head dismissively, the half-elf turned his eyes to his tangled 
hands, too confused to actually speak about what had happened that day. Instead, 
he started to cry, unable to hold the sobs back anymore. 


Looking at his beloved, Erestor carefully moved closer, wrapping a hesitant arm 
along the other’s back, still fearing Elrond would pull him away angrily after 
having kept this secret from him for so long; after him being unable to talk 
when he should have. Instead, the half-elf collapsed against his chest, crying 
hard and desperately as the pleading hands clenched his robes. 


Tightening his arms around the other, Erestor pressed his face against Elrond’s 
hair as he rocked his lover soothingly and lovingly, realizing this was the time 
when he would have to help Elrond be strong instead of the other way around. 


The End


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