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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
It was early evening when Ivor had settled in a small room in the staff-wing of the main house. The contract he had worked out with the Sindarin assistant was more than satisfactory: they not only housed him, they would even pay him some money on top. Celefin had given him a set of clothes with a frown. His attire was not acceptable for one living at Imladris.
So now Ivorcheneb wore a tunic of dark crimson and light-gray leggings as he walked out onto the western terrace to watch the early winter-sunset. He wore his hair loose, flowing over his shoulder like a cascade of liquid mithril.
Only then did Ivor notice he was not alone. //Ah, the sword.// "M'Lord Daerdion. I beg your pardon - it was not my intention to intrude your contemplation." there was something about this elf Ivor couldn't grasp. Danger was part of it, no doubt. And even without any weapon near this would have been the illusionist's impression. True danger needed no weapon. The rest...? Ivor was intrigued yet he was reluctant to intrude further without explicit permission.
"Nay, you have not," Daerdion responded with a warm smile. "Listening to your song was actually pleasant distraction." Though he felt no jealousy for the time that Lindir and Erestor were sharing, it made it no less difficult not to be with them when all he wanted was to feel the comforting warmth of their presence.
"Tell me, what has drawn you to this place?"
"Oh, sunset, really. Much as I prefer to wander in the light of Ithil and Elbereth's stars, I still think nothing can be as spectacular as a sunset. It reminds me of us: it dies in the west only to be reborn in all its glory." Ivor casually covered the distance between the two. "And in general: the Mirkwoodian rumors about an ancient mad elf living at Imladris, screaming in Orcish and kept in chains yet giving counsel to the Lord of the Valley. For a moment -" he stopped short, reminding himself of the blade the elf carried. Ivor had no desire whatsoever to be fed that weapon by the warrior's hard hands. //when do you learn to think first and speak then? you'll never stay out of trouble this way!//
Daerdion cocked his head, but, though his hand twitched to find the hilt of his sword, he kept it still. "It is dangerous to speak of things which you do not know or understand. Has it never come to your mind that some rumors are merely that?" //I should not even waste my breath in debating such things. Surely it only lends more creedence to wild speculation.//
"It is well known that Mirkwood welcomes any opportunity to discredit Imladris and those who live here. Not only Sindar versus Noldor but Thranduil's personal grudge adds up to those tensions." Ivor answered lightly "Still such things should be taken with a grain of salt. After all....your husband matches well their description - no offense!" he was wise enough to take a slow step backwards "But he seems not to be a cripple and perfectly sane. So" Ivor cocked his head now "Why take offense in my words, my Lord?"
Daer smiled faintly at that. "Aye... you are right in that. And quite the silver-tongued devil to boot." He shook his head but then held a hand out.
Ivor grasped the hand offered and laughed lightly at the compliment. For a moment he had thought he might have to jump the railing. "It is part of my work that I carry gossip hither and thither. People want to hear such petty things. Here, like in any other place, I will collect all the chattering and carry it to the next place."
"I think it is well that you will be staying. If I may ask a favor of you...? Lindir has been ill, and while we are away, it would be easy for him to lose himself in his worries. Help him to keep his spirits up."
"That is no difficult task, my Lord! Your husband is wonderful company. Speaking of that..." Ivor arched one eyebrow, "Lindir told me that he is the bound mate of both you and the Counselor. I have to admit to find that difficult to believe. I never heard of such before." ah, if this was honestly true, it was a story worth telling! And to think that -despite all he had been told - such ancient elves were still performing sex! "I was always told that once you reached a certain age.... that when you are counted among the ancient ones.... well that carnal desires would have evaporated long since."
"I have lived many more years that you, I should venture... but I am far from beyond desire. I desire both of my loves with all that I am," Daer offered without any trace of shame. After all, he felt no shame for what he felt. He loved his husbands, wanted them. It was only natural. "Surely you cannot believe that even the oldest among us should choose to live without the warmth of another soul?"
"Nay, I never would! But being the good elfling I always tried to be, you believe in what your elders tell you. I was raised by Gildor Inglorion and his company of wandering elves and besides Gildor himself there was only one truly ancient elf among them - the one who had found me: Torang Thalonion. They both do not seem to feel such desires any more." Ivor hesitated for a moment "After all, I cannot see anybody wanting to spend much time with Torang - he is naught but bitterness and acid."
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Torang was indeed Erestor's baby-brother. Only an infant by the time Erestor arrived in Middle-Earth the mourning Noldo had not been able to give the child away. So Torang grew up in military camps and amidst all the carnage of the first Age. Erestor had spoiled the young one best that he could, tenderly loving him like a brother and a father at once. Although being considered an adult and years past his majority Torang had felt abandoned by his elder brother when Daerdion came into their life.
There had been vicious arguments between the brothers but Torang could only see that Daer stole away what Torang considered his: Erestor's love and affection. So he left in the year 112 of the first age. The brothers had scarcely met since then, Torang being an embittered, cold elf with a cruel streak and a never dying hate for Daerdion. - but all this Ivor did not know.
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"T'was what I always thought of him," Daerdion agreed, giving the younger elf a measured stare.
"Ah, you know him, then?" Ivor said with genuine surprise. //why be surprised? The few ancient ones roaming Middle-Earth certainly know each other - they probably have some secret society and what not.// Gildor's troupe had never said anything but it had been obvious that even these were uncomfortable with their sour comrade.
"Do you know, then, who he is to your new master?" It seemed odd, almost too much coincidence. //But then what have these past weeks been if not strange? There is an odd wind indeed blowing through Middle Earth.//
"Nay, I do not. I find it amazing that he should be anything to anybody! Don't get me wrong!" Ivorcheneb hurried to add "It is not that I am ungrateful - I owe him my life, after all. Still, he never tried or allowed to be seen as - well - some kind of father to me." By the time the elfling had been aware enough of his own story, Ivor - in search of a father-figure - had tried to befriend his savior: to no avail. Even for the little one Torang had had naught but harsh words to give. The elfling seemed to stem from the Sindar and those Torang hated with special fervor, even refusing to learn their tongue. "But before I drop more bricks, I shall be grateful if you enlighten me, Daerdion."
"He is your new lord's younger brother. I believe that you are rather accurate in your summation of him. He was quite put out when Erestor turned his attention to me, loathed me for the loss of his brother's time." Daerdion shook his head sadly. "He holds to things which should be let go and his heart is darker for it. It has been long years since I set eyes on him." //Thankfully.//
"Ai! Then the Lord Counselor should be -" Ivor stopped in mid-sentence. //think! would he really be glad to hear of Torang? Gildor and his group come here frequently and then Torang always stays behind.// "Nay. Maybe I should not touch such a subject. Thank you for the information, Lord Daerdion."
Ivor remembered Erestor's cold demeanor and he briefly wondered if those two brothers were indeed so different after all.
"Now, about the subject we discussed in the first place: this exceptional bonding of yours: I have never heard anything the like. All stories always have one dead in the wake of forming another bond, yet the three of you live. Ah, what tale that is going to be!" Ivor was anxious to hear about it.
"There is little to the tale that is not rather private," Daer explained patiently. He didn't mind speaking of the bonding, though he refused to explain the process itself.
"Oh. I see..." Ivor was disappointed. It did not sound like he would get any information. But to his delight Daerdion continued to tell him how it came to the bonding.
"Erestor and I were long separated, we each believed the other dead. After so many years, he finally found another to share his heart with... and then I happened to arrive in Imladris. It was joyous and confusing at once.
"Since Lindir had been wounded, was weak already, it all struck him hard. Whatever jealousy I might have felt for his holding Erestor's heart was easy to banish when I met him. You've seen his light, his beauty. I saw easily why my husband cared for him so. It would not do to treat him as a common concubine. We spoke to Lord Elrond after a time about the possibility of the bonding. Thankfully for us all it worked. I fear that things are still not entirely settled between us, but they will be in time."
"Now if this is not a testimony of real deep love!" Ivor exclaimed happily after a moment's silence. "You had every right to claim him as yours alone, yet you didn't. You knew it would have broken your husband's heart. My Lord, I respect you even more now!" Ivor bowed deeply. He had first been a bit disappointed to miss the rather saucy details, but this story was too beautiful, too deep to need such.
"It is amazing that one so war-worn as you still has a heart that deserves to be called so. Your husbands are both extremely lucky elves, I may say." Ivor's eyes reflected the moonlight as if they had an own source of light - so excited was he. "Just one question, please: was it dangerous to try?" Ivor thought as much but he wanted some confirmation. Ah, this would be a story worth telling!
"Aye. I believe Lord Elrond thought us rather foolish to even attempt it," Daerdion agreed. "But he understood well enough thankfully. I could not let Erestor be hurt, and to claim him and leave Lindir behind... I fear it would have killed him, and I could not be part of that." It bothered Daerdion even that they were leaving the young man behind for their travels.
"Oh, I wish I were talented enough to make a song out of this!" Ivor sighed dramatically. An elf like Daerdion, who was so deeply in love that he would rather share than insist on his right was a rare thing! "Maybe Lindir will? Is his voice really so wonderful as everybody says? I hope he will recover quick enough so I can listen to his voice." he had already heard others tell about Lindir's almost divine talent and Ivor honestly hoped to listen to the beautiful minstrel.
"I have not heard him sing. I long to as well," Daer replied wistfully. "That is why you must care for him while we are away. See that he does heal, that he does not give in to his sadness." The warrior's gaze fixed intently on the magician. "He has a great darkness to fight, and even with our strength, he will need his heart to be light if he is to survive."
"since our desire in that is the same..." Ivor grinned. "And because you are the most amazing, honorable elf I have been lucky to meet I shall do my best to have him light-hearted, m'Lord."
Realizing the hour, Daer drew back and bowed shallowly. "If you will excuse me, my friend, I think that I should be back to my husbands."
"I bid you a good night and my respects to them." Ivor bowed and, having a plan already, headed for the library to fill in some gaps.
TBC...
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