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Too Much
Disclaimer: this installment is for the sole purpose of entertainment both the author and the readers.
I do not intent to make money of it, so please don't sue me.
All characters unless noted otherwise are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien.
It's Tolkien's fault. Had he given us more female Elves to work on....
As it is we must deal with what we have - not that we care. :-))
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: In the wake of Elrond's council solitary Erestor finds a new love ....and an old one returns unexpectedly.
Slight SM, lots of drama and some sex. Be warned and prepared...
Author's note: this is the result of an RPG, so not solely written by me but by Lady Phoenix as well.
Archieve: as long as we know: yes.
Feedback: YESSSSSS! It keeps us going!
Pairing: Erestor/Lindir, Erestor/OMC
Lindir stood frozen. His tentative knocks had gone unanswered, and the bard had feared something might be wrong. The site of Erestor lying across Daer's legs, of the reddened flesh, made him step back, eyes wide.
"F-forgive me," he managed to stammer before hastily flinging the door shut and fleeing back to the relative safety of his own bed.
At first Erestor found himself unable to react. The spanking had left him exposed, raw in any aspect - far beyond the mere physical and now the intrusion was....colder than a bucket of water.
He laid unmoving, arousal gone, as he tried to pull back up all those defenses Daer had just peeled off so carefully. Erestor moaned. "Was that Lindir?" he finally managed to ask.
"Yes," Daerdion replied sadly. He carefully helped Erestor to his feet. "You should go and speak to him. I do not believe he is used to such things." It saddened Daer that whatever progress had been made in helping the boy to accept him had likely been destroyed. //Young ones are not taught any longer of the things one can endure beyond pain...//
"Ai, Valar!" Erestor groaned. "It is never going to be easy, is it?" He had no idea what to say. A shaky hand loosened his hair and he shook it free, then walked to his closet where he picked a sleeping-robe and put it on. He was playing for time, aye. Time he needed to compose himself.
"'Tis too early..."
Usually he would have an hour or two to slowly become Erestor again and he now found it impossible to become 'normal' within moments. He would be raw and open still and Lindir's words might do more damage than the bard might guess. He opened the door to his young lover's rooms, not daring to enter for various reasons.
"Would you mind to come over here?" he asked gently as he could. He would not face Lindir alone, not in his actual state. Not when he could get angry too easily. Erestor needed Daer both to protect and control him.
Hesitantly Lindir rose from his bed and stepped into the dim light of his lover's room. He saw over Erestor's shoulder that Daerdion remained on the bed though he now wore a robe as well. "I-I did not mean to intrude," he stammered. "I woke, and found it difficult to find sleep again. I only thought to speak with you..."
Erestor nodded. "Why don't you sit? This may take a few moments, pen-neth." he waited until Lindir had chosen a place, while he himself preferred to stand for obvious reason.
"What you saw was probably not what really happened. Rest assured that Daerdion would not do anything that might harm me." //yet he would hurt me well // Was he making sense at all?
"It...it would have been better to tell you in advance, but....well, I forgot. I'm sorry. But we would like to explain to you what you don't seem to understand." Erestor offered.
"I... I know that you must... have consented, but... but why?" Lindir asked. He sat in a chair near to the bed and seemed utterly at a loss about what he'd witnessed.
"To start, young one, do you truly believe that I would harm Erestor?" Daerdion inquired softly. "That I would do anything to truly injure him?"
"I would not have thought-"
"Ah. But now?"
Lindir bit his lip. //And is it really injury if Erestor has consented?// "Now... I am... less certain."
"He never would!" Erestor said vehemently. //calm yourself! You are of no help when you get angry.// He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Lindir flinched at his lover's sharp tone. He wanted to protest, to remind Erstor that he had no reason to trust the other man to begin with. He knew it would only offend Erestor more, to create more trouble between them, and his grip seemed tenuous enough on the man's affections. The bard looked down, chastised, and let Erestor continue.
"Lindir, I don't know if you are even able to understand for you lack experience. Nay," Erestor stopped the young one from protesting. "'Tis not because of your youth, but because of the peaceful times you grew up in. I have spent ......" the Counselor did a rough count in his mind, "some four thousand years in constant battle, Daer more or less his whole life. Pain has been an integral part of that. And pain can be quite....liberating. I need it, sometimes." He spread his arms in a helpless gesture.
//And I cannot even give you pleasure.// Lindir nodded. He felt strangely numb. After all, what more could be done or said. All he could do was accept or lose the only person that truly meant anything to him.
"Aye," he finally managed in a soft whisper. "I... will be... more careful in the future."
"what?" Erestor whispered. He stared at Lindir, glanced at Daer and then to the ground. //he doesn't understand... you're going to loose him: he's scared and appalled and he just can't understand. You're going to loose him!// his jaw worked and his hands opened and closed while he tried to fight back the sickening blow.
"Excuse me." he hurried into his small bathroom and leant against the closed door.
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//get a grip, Erestor! You must fix this!// Ai, but the fear squeezed his heart so painfully! What irony: instead of finding relief from his burdens, the pile had even grown bigger and heavier. He splashed cold water into his face, dried it and braided his hair. He needed to restore some dignity to get through this.
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Finally he emerged the room and stopped at Daer's side to caress his husband's face before he stood facing Lindir once again.
"Lindir, I -" //sweet Elbereth! Help me to say the right things with the right words!// Erestor swallowed, "I don't WANT you to be more careful! I want you to UNDERSTAND or at least to try and accept me. Us." he sighed: Lindir looked small, lost and miserable. "And I'd rather you were not sitting on that stool like you are being scolded. Let us try to explain. Come!" the last word was spoken with all his love and warmth. Erestor extended his hand to guide Lindir to the enormous four-poster-bed. "I wish there was a way to make you believe that Daer... that he feels for you, that he honestly cares for you and never ever would harm you, Lindir."
Lindir sat uneasily on the bed between Erestor and Daerdion and finally cast his eyes up at the other elf. "It is not that... that I wish to think badly of you-"
"No. I know that. You simply do not know me. You have no reason yet to trust me." Daer captured and held the boy's gaze for a beat. "With your permission, I would prove to you that I am not all fire and pain. Will you let me?"
The bard slowly nodded, though his eyes widened when Daerdion leaned in and gently pressed their lips together. The gesture was too sweet and soft to be considered anything but warm, though, and Lindir's eyes at last fluttered closed. Indeed as the pressure against his lips grew firmer, it was Lindir who took the embrace a step further and parted his lips in invitation.
Erestor gasped softly as he watched. He was delighted to see that Lindir responded positively to Daer's little 'demonstration'. He smiled as his hand lightly trailed down Lindir's back, showing he agreed with what was happening. //maybe we should tell him what Daer suggested about our bond. We cannot wait until he fully trusts Daer...//
When their lips parted once again, Daer smiled at the bard. "Sweet Lindir... I swear that I would not harm you. Nor 'Restor. He is my world, and you... well, it is no great feat to see why you hold his heart." His smile broadened at the sight of the blush that colored the younger elf's pale cheeks. Looking over Lindir's shoulder, he tilted his head. "Would you like to ask him now, or shall we wait?"
Ai, how they were still in sync! Erestor had always marveled at how one knew the other's thoughts. "I would not want to nourish a hope only to see it shattered once we talk to Elrond." Erestor said reluctantly. "Yet we cannot wait until Lindir falls in love with you." the black-haired counselor threaded his fingers through Lindir's hair "Though I suggest you ask him It was your idea and it would further clarify how you feel about him."
Daerdion nodded. Turning Lindir's face so that the bard looked to him again, he began, "I have been thinking much of what we should do. You know that things cannot continue as they have been. It is painful for you being separated, and we both suffer to see that. If you were to be included in our bond, if you were to be part of it with us... then we could both give you strength."
Before Lindir could speak, Daerdion continued, "As 'Restor says, we have not yet spoken to Elrond. There may be no way to share our bond. If there is... if there is a way for us all to truly share our love, would you have it? I have come already to care for you. In time... I do not think any could help but love you, sweet one. Though I know you do not yet feel such for me, I would hope that in time that too might change."
Too awed for a moment even to think of a reply, Lindir finally whispered, "I... I would have it. Can we... speak to Elrond? Soon?"
Erestor let go a breath he had not realized he'd held it in the first place. The relief he felt was immense, especially after a few moments earlier the loss of the bard had seemed inevitable.
"Tomorrow if Erestor will," Daerdion responded with a laugh that bespoke much relief at Lindir's reply. "What say you, melda? Shall we talk with your lord?"
"Of course." Erestor replied. Much as he wanted to run to Elrond's quarters immediately, he knew it had to wait a bit longer. "Right after we've broken the fast in the morning we shall go and seek his advise."
He shifted a bit, uneasily so, and embraced Lindir "I cannot speak for others, though I must say you make this old elf very, very happy, my sweet Lindir." with the tension leaving him quickly Erestor only now felt how tired he truly was.
"As for now, I suggest we try to get some sleep. The bed is wide enough for all of us, isn't it? And I would appreciate some salve on my backside."
Daerdion laughed softly at that. "Not so tough as you once were."
"Imladris can do that to you." Erestor muttered good-naturedly. "Besides: when I came back to my senses, my Lord thought I was safer around others without a weapon in my hands. But that is a long, dark story and no subject for tonight."
He'd already laid the salve out on the nightstand, though, and produced it. It was Lindir to whom he handed the vial, though. "Here. I shall let you tend him for your touch is far softer than mine."
The bard smiled and shifted in the bed, drawing Erestor forward by one hand. "Lie down. You have given me more than care enough, and it is high time that I return the favor."
"How can I oppose the joint love and care of the two of you?" Erestor laughed. He did as he was told, pulling up the nightshirt so that his buttocks were laid bare. Feeling so much in high spirits he wiggled his ass just a bit. He was looking forward to this first night with both his beloved elves in his arms. "One can impossibly be any luckier than I am." he muttered.
"At least until you must sit through meetings or some such tomorrow," Lindir pointed out as he rubbed the salve carefully over the reddened expanse of Erestor's ass. "That, I fear, will be no pleasant moment."
Erestor sighed, truly relishing the gentle touch of his young lover. "I will be healed by tomorrow. Or at least that was always our understanding."
The hour late, Lindir set the salve aside as soon as he'd finished and moved to lie on one side of Erestor. He saw Daerdion curling up on the other and smiled. "I like this better. We are all together... no worries..." The bard sighed and pressed a soft kiss of goodnight to Erestor's lips. "I do not wish to go back to being alone now."
"I am glad you don't. This is indeed a wonderful constellation." one arm around Lindir's shoulder, the other around Daer, Erestor kissed his husband good-night. "I hope you will be as happy." he laid back finally. "I shall have my banner altered...." he muttered, drifting into sleep and reverie.
Erestor had been knighted by Gil-galad shortly before he had been taken captive by Sauron. It was the lowest rank of nobility and not even inheritable. He had chosen a crow and a sword on crimson background. Although Daer had seemed lost to him for millennia, Erestor had felt the need to pay reverence to his husband.
In front of the main house of Imladris was a place where all banners of the houses and nobles present in the vale were mounted on white poles. Erestor's banner was among them.
It seemed a good idea to cross a flute with the sword now. The world should know the three of them were an item.
TBC...
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