Title: Desires I Type: FPS Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au) Rating: PG Pairing: Elrond/? Warnings: Possible incest between father and son. If this not to your liking, please don’t read any further… Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Beta(s): Nienna Timeline: Totally AU, fitting in with no particular timeline, though it does take place after Celebrían’s departure… Notes: In short, the plot bunny attached itself to me like a leech and refused to let go until I wrote this… Summary: Elrond desires his son… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I watched him hungrily. The robes he wore were elegant and befitted his station, but covered the beautiful body I desired underneath. His head turned and his eyes, so like mine, rested upon my face, and he smiled. I smiled back, thankful that, over many millennia, I had learned to school my features so that none could know what I thought. My feelings for him were unnatural; I knew this. But it did not stop me from wanting him. My son… “Elrond?” I turned my head. Erestor appeared at my side and was staring intently at me. Then he turned his gaze to my son. “You desire him,” he said simply, and I could feel my jaw dropping in shock. I stared at my advisor. Had I been so obvious? If Erestor had noticed, then there was the possibility that others had as well. Mentally, I shivered, suddenly afraid. There I was, the powerful Lord of Imladris, lusting after his own son. I would surely be condemned not just by the elves under my rule, but by the Valar themselves. Erestor turned and regarded me gravely. “No one else knows,” he said quietly. I continued to stare at him, not trusting my voice. He spoke further, keeping his voice down so that only I could hear. “I do not condemn you, mellonen. Nor, I think, would anyone else.” I opened my mouth to reply, but my attention was caught by sudden laughter. My son was standing with Legolas, and my heart skipped a beat. Even I had to admit the Mirkwood Prince was looking particularly beautiful tonight. The blue tunic he wore brought out the colour of his eyes, and his hair fell like yellow silk down his back. My son was still smiling at whatever Legolas had said to him. He must have sensed me looking at him, for he turned his head once more in my direction, his gaze a little quizzical. I merely smiled and nodded my head slightly, then deliberately turned to look back at Erestor. “You need not worry, Elrond. He has no interest in bedding Legolas.” “What?” “Precisely that.” He held up his hand to still me. “He has no interest in bedding any elf except one.” I found my voice at last. “Since when have you been cognizant about my son’s sex life?” I asked amusedly. I was totally unprepared for Erestor’s answer. “Since I found out he desires you.” My voice failed me once again, and I felt the sudden need to sit down. Erestor seemed to sense this and guided me to some chairs against one of the walls. I sat down heavily, totally oblivious to anything else around me. Erestor drew a chair closer to me and sat down, partially obscuring the view of any curious onlookers. “How…how…?” I started to stutter, and Erestor placed his hand on my arm. “I have been watching him as I have been watching you. His eyes follow you everywhere as your eyes follow him. He takes every opportunity to be with you, and I know you have gone down to the training grounds to watch him, even spar with him.” He smiled. “And I asked him.” I shook my head and allowed myself a small smile. “You have always been direct and to the point, Erestor.” He inclined his head in acknowledgement. Then I sobered. “But it does not change the fact that he is my *son*,” I said softly. “You say you have been watching us. What makes you think that others have not done so as well and come to the same conclusion? No, my friend, this can not happen. Despite what you say, I *will* be condemned for trying to take my son to my bed.” “Yet your desire for him is eating away at you,” Erestor replied bluntly. “As it is your son, and it is doing neither of you any good. And as for being condemned…no, Elrond, you will not be. For it is time both you and he were healed.” “Healed?” I asked, stunned. “Healed of what?” Erestor looked at me for a long moment before finally asking, “Do you really not know?” I watched as Erestor rose from the chair and made his away across the room to where his lover, Glorfindel, stood. He turned to give me one final look, and then left the room, Glorfindel following behind. I sat there, alone, for some minutes more, trying to understand Erestor’s words. A shadow fell across me, and I looked up. “My lord?” Lindir’s face was full of concern. “Are you alright?” “Aye…just a little tired. I think I will retire for the night.” “But…I have composed a new song for tonight. Do you not wish to hear it?” I pretended to ponder for a moment before shaking my head. “You must forgive me Lindir. I am sure your composition is as beautiful as your others, but I do feel rather tired, and I fear the best place for me now is bed.” I rose, stumbling slightly, and felt Lindir’s steadying hand on my arm. “Shall I ask someone to accompany you to your rooms, my lord?” he asked solicitously. I blinked. In truth, I was beginning to feel a little ill, but I did not want to worry the minstrel any further. “Nay, I will be fine. Go, play your song. But promise me you will play it after dinner tomorrow night, so that I may hear it.” The request pleased the minstrel, for a smile broke out on his face. “Of course, my lord! It would be my pleasure!” He made to go, and then stopped. “Are you sure you are…” I waved my hand at him. “Go,” I ordered. “I will be fine.” Watching Lindir finally leave, I sighed. ‘…time both you and he were healed…’ The words echoed in my head as a slipped out from the room, certain no one had seen me leave… To be continued in ‘Desires II’… ~~~ Elvish translations: mellonen – my friend Title: Desires II Type: FPS Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au) Rating: PG Pairing: Elrond/? Warnings: Possible incest between father and son. If this not to your liking, please don’t read any further… Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Beta(s): Nienna Timeline: Totally AU, fitting in with no particular timeline, though it does take place after Celebrían’s departure… Notes: In short, the plot bunny attached itself to me like a leech and refused to let go until I wrote this… Summary: Elrond desires his son… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next morning… It looked as if I was totally engrossed in the report I held in my hand. Yet my eyes stared unseeing at the parchment, my thoughts dwelling on the night before. Erestor’s words had refused to leave my mind, and I had woken up feeling tired and irritable. I had chosen not to join the others in the dining room, instead breaking my fast in my room. Afterwards I had dressed, not bothering with my usual robes, but choosing leggings and a tunic instead. My attire had raised a few eyebrows when I made my way down the corridor to my study, but I ignored them. Sighing, I tossed the parchment aside and rose from my chair. Making my way to the door, I slipped outside into a secluded part of the garden. I started down a small pathway that would lead me to a sheltered outcrop of rocks located near one of the smaller waterfalls. It was quiet and well hidden; it was because of this that I had chosen it as my refuge where I could come and think. I kept a supply of dried fruit and nuts there, as well as a cloak and blanket. Unfortunately, the pathway came close to the training grounds and, as I neared, I heard the sound of voices – my sons. I stopped to watch. It probably was the last thing I should have done, but I could not help myself. Both of them had removed their tunics, and their skin glistened with sweat from their exertions. My eyes fell on the one I desired, and my head was filled with the vision of my tongue swirling around his nipples, lapping at the sweat on his chest... I could almost taste the salt on my tongue, and my leggings suddenly became unbearably tight. I closed my eyes and turned away, determined to quickly leave the area. But fate decreed otherwise. “Adar? Is that you?” It was Elrohir. Sighing, I turned around only to be faced with the puzzled expression on his face. “What are you doing there?” he asked. In the meantime Elladan had joined him, and both sets of eyes were alight with curiosity. “Err…nothing, just going for a walk.” Elladan peered over my shoulder. “Where does this path lead?” he asked. I paused; I did not want to give away the location of my refuge. Elrohir sensed my reticence in answering and put a hand on Elladan’s shoulder. “It does not matter where this path leads, tôren. Come, let us spar some more.” I smiled gratefully, while inwardly giving a sigh of relief. I looked at my sons. Both wore the same expression on their face, part amusement, part concern. “Is everything alright, adar?” Elrohir asked quietly. I nodded. “I will leave you both to it,” I said and, turning sharply on my heel, I strode quickly down the path and out of their sight. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I stared down, watching as the water rippled outwards from where the stone had fallen through. Anor’s rays glinted on the surface, creating a myriad of colours. Normally I found it peaceful to look at the water, but peace eluded me this day. My mind refused to let go of the sight of my son, torso bare… Swearing softly, I went back underneath the overhang to where the store of dried fruit was. Preoccupied as my mind was, my stomach still made its presence felt, reminding me I had not eaten since that morning. As I reached into the bag my ears caught the sound of someone approaching, and my hand stilled. I held my breath, not daring to make a sound, hoping that whoever it was would not think to stop and look inside. I had a suspicion there were others who knew of the path, and possibly even used it, but at least they seemed to be unaware of my refuge. Every time I came here everything was exactly the same as I had left it, so no one knew I came here to escape. I had been fortunate so far; I only hoped my luck would continue. But as it had not been earlier that morning, luck was again not on my side. Someone was now standing at the entrance, and I turned around. It was *him*. I could see he had changed; he wore a different pair of leggings and, with them, a sheer undertunic, allowing me to see the well muscled chest underneath. He was a tempting sight, and I swallowed. “Forgive me,” he said. “I confess I was curious to find out where the path would lead to.” “And now you know.” I sighed. “I always wondered where you disappeared to,” he said softly. He looked around him before his gaze settled on me once again. “I promise I will not reveal it to anyone else,” he continued, beginning to walk towards me. “I understand you need to be able to escape occasionally; this seems to be the perfect place.” He stopped in front of me and raised his hand. My eyes widened as he gently touched my cheek with his finger. “I think we need to talk,” he said solemnly. To be continued in ‘Desires III’… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elvish translations: adar – father tôren – my brother Title: Desires III Type: FPS Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au) Rating: PG Pairing: Elrond/? Warnings: Possible incest between father and son. If this not to your liking, please don’t read any further… Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Beta(s): Nienna Timeline: Totally AU, fitting in with no particular timeline, though it does take place after Celebrían’s departure… Notes: In short, the plot bunny attached itself to me like a leech and refused to let go until I wrote this… Summary: Elrond desires his son… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Where is your brother?” I asked desperately. He raised an eyebrow, a trait he no doubt inherited from me. “He is trying to convince a certain wood-elf that he is as good an archer as he, but no doubt failing dismally. Few can match Legolas’ prowess with the bow and arrow.” “Ah…good…yes…very good.” I seemed to have lost the ability to speak coherently. “Adar?” That word. That reminder of who he was – who *I* was. His father. One who should not be entertaining lustful thoughts about his son. “What is it you wished to talk about?” I asked. “Us.” That one word hung ominously in the air, almost oppressively. “Us?” I whispered faintly, afraid of where this would lead. “Us,” my son reaffirmed. His hand dropped, and he gazed into my eyes, but I could discern no real emotion in them. My son was hiding his feelings well; much better than I. “I wish I were as strong as you.” His words took me by surprise; his next words even more so. “Have you ever regretted your choice?” I was silent, remembering asking Elros the same question just before he died. His answer had been emphatic. “No,” he had replied. “I made the best choice for me, as you did for yourself. I would not have been happy as one of the Eldar, any more than you as a mortal. In so many things we were alike, except for this. No, there are no regrets, Elrond, none. And as I have not regretted my choice, do not regret yours. You were meant to be one of the Eldar, tôren, as I was meant to be mortal.” He had smiled then, and I had returned it, not really knowing what I could say. I looked at my son. “No, no regrets,” I said, knowing the words to be true. “Though sometimes it has been difficult. After seeing Gil-galad die all I wanted was to join him; I could not imagine my life without him. But my path was different to his, and I lived.” I had made no secret to my family that Gil-galad had been my lover; it was not something I was ashamed of. “Then you met Naneth…” “Yes. She helped to bring light back into my life, and brought with it gentleness and peace. I did not believe that I could love another after Gil-galad, but your mother proved me wrong. I was honoured when she agreed to be my wife. And she gave me you, your brother, your sister.” “You blame yourself, though, for her leaving.” I looked steadily at my son. “I blame myself for many things; for not providing her with more guards, for not going with her, for agreeing to let her go in the first place…for not doing enough to heal her…” “But she faded, nevertheless.” His tone was not accusatory, yet I still winced slightly at his words. “Yes, she did, despite my best efforts. Her only recourse was to sail to the Undying Lands. I can only hope she was able to find the peace there that she could not here.” I closed my eyes briefly before reopening them. “And you?” I asked. “Why do you and your brother persist in hunting down every orc in Middle- earth?” “Because of what those foul beasts did to her,” he snarled. “Those ‘foul beasts’ that attacked your mother are long since dead. You and your brother made sure of that. But putting your lives at risk to kill more of them is not going to change what happened. I do not want to lose either of you…” My voice trailed off as he grasped my face between his hands. “Then give me a reason to stop,” he whispered. “I know you have been watching me, I can sense when your eyes are upon me…do you feel that same thing I feel for you? Please, tell me…” I looked into his eyes and I gasped, my legs threatening to buckle underneath me. He was no longer hiding his emotions. I could see fear, love…and desire. To be continued in ‘Desires IV’… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elvish translations: adar – father naneth – mother tôren – my brother