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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 looked up at the sound of the door opening and smiled broadly at Erestor. Though he had found Daerdion's company to be nothing less than pleasant, it still warmed something deep inside him to see his lover again. "Ai, you look tired, melda..." Lindir's cheeks pinked, and he threw a glance at Daerdion that was almost apologetic.
"Nay, it is well." The warrior briefly squeezed Lindir's hand, oblivious to the look of surprise on the bard's face. "We have already gathered all that we need for a picnic." Daerdion indicated the basket nearby along with a soft blanket for comfort. "Are you still able to get away?"
"Aye. I can and I will." Erestor made his way across the room to his closet. He ached to kiss his loved ones but he wasn't sure if such display would be taken well by any of them. // they need time. They have to get used to the situation//
Taking off his robe the Counselor changed. It was a strange feeling to know two pairs of eyes on his back while he did so. He put on his leggings, soft riding-boots and a black tunic. He stuck a knife into one boot and strapped on his sword before he rolled up a blanket and put on his coat. He wouldn't get out unarmed - the times had changed.
The two ancient elves helped Lindir onto Gil's back before Erestor climbed up behind the bard. They rode through the fields in the wide part of the valley, side by side, as close as was possible. Again and again the legs of the three rubbed against each other as they talked about this and that. With every move of his horse Lindir's body shifted against Erestor's and the Counselor found it more than tantalizing.
"This was my first visit in the bathhouse." he took on "And what do they ask? Master Erestor, where did you loose your toes? Oh, Erestor, what was the most glorious battle you have fought? We did not know that writing can do that to one's body. Nay. All they wanted to know about was the old rites, the Warrior's Way. And they stared at me as if it was a crime to perform it. Ai, Daer, we are outdated."
"You say that, love, as if you did not know already," Daerdion responded with a light laugh. "Do the young ones really know so little?" Seeing Lindir blush and look away, he felt a pang of regret for the thoughtless words. //I can hardly recall the last time I worried so much over someone besides 'Restor...// "Forgive me. Things that we once thought little of are now thought of as hidden and secret, and it is hard sometimes to see the world as the same place."
Lindir looked over at Daerdion skeptically but inclined his head. "It is... difficult. No one speaks of those rituals in anything but whispers. Naturally it is considered some dark secret." //And it seems that Erestor knows a good deal more than he was willing to say.//
"Aye. And what I wrote down about it - rules, proceedings, purpose - Elrond took it and locked it away in the secret part of the library." Erestor shook his head. "He made it perfectly clear that he does not wish me to push the subject, should it come up in conversation. I wonder why he did not forbid the practice?"
They had reached the place Erestor had chosen for their picnic. A remote corner, sheltered by cliffs and trees a wide patch of grass laid open in the sun, the little snow that had reached it had melted days ago.
"This is where I come when I need peace and hear my own thoughts instead of the chattering of others. Nobody ever gets here, or so I think. I can indulge in lazing in the sun, naked if I wish to without drawing shocked or pitiful stares." he asked Daerdion to help Lindir off the horse.
"Then why are we bothering with clothes?" Daerdion asked with a soft laugh as he helped Lindir down. He found an answering smile on the bard's lips and was caught off guard by how lovely the sight was. //Bewitching indeed. I can hardly think what he looked like before...// For a moment, the shadows beneath Lindir's eyes and the pallor of his flesh impressed themselves upon the warrior. //Whoever did this should pay dearly for what they have stolen.//
"oh, feel free to take off whatever you like and leave everybody jealously staring." Erestor watched the small interaction between Daer and Lindir with delight. Was he seeing right, that Lindir already stole his way into Daer's heart in his irresistible way? A broad grin settled on his face as he slid off the horse himself. "I for certain have to get rid of my shoes." action followed suit to his words and he frowned slightly. //I must stop pacing all day long.//
He took the basket himself and spread the blanket to make a table of sorts for them. "There is nothing fancy inside, but it should be enough to sate our appetites."
"I barely have one," Lindir answered when he looked at the food they were spreading out. None of it looked appetizing, really, though the fruit was fresh, the bread still warm and the cheese the finest in the kitchens.
"Only a little bit, melamin." Erestor studied Lindir's face: his eyes were still too deep sunken into the sockets and his cheeks by far too hollow. "If you don't eat, your ribs will poke through your tunic and ruin the fine fabric." With a twist of his wrist Erestor pulled out the knife from the shaft of one boot and cut up one apple.
Half of it he handed Daer although the warrior was certainly able to help himself. "You can be assured that Daer has picked only the best fruit." He thought for a moment - Lindir required more physical contact and Erestor hoped that the bard would eat a bit when he fed it to him.
*Hervenn, do you mind if I hold him, just for a while?* he asked his husband. He did not want to destroy the delicate traces of friendly feelings between the two elves by thoughtlessly having one watch how he bestowed caresses upon the other.
*Do not think of it. Do as is necessary. I might be tempted myself if I did not think he would find it uncomfortable,* Daerdion replied with a smile.
Erestor laughed quietly *Do I need to be jealous already? It may not be as tempting, but you may hold me instead.*
Daerdion seemed oddly relaxed in the situation. But, then, after so long apart from his husband he felt nothing could truly be wrong so long as they were together. //Things are changed, but perhaps not for the worse.//
"Erestor is right, young one, you must keep your strength up. More than either of us you need the nourishment."
Lindir obediently took a bite from the fruit and tried to ignore how much it bothered him when Erestor spoke to his husband in a tongue he could not himself understand.
"Wait. Let me..." Erestor sat down besides Lindir and cradled the bard close to his body. Brushing a kiss onto Lindir's temple he whispered "Better? Now let me help you." he fed Lindir another slice of the apple before he turned his head, lips almost touching the delicate ear, his breath wafting across it. "I think he likes you."
//I hope so.// Lindir didn't want to cause problems for them. After all, he was the intruder. So long as Daerdion tolerated him, perhaps indeed liked him... He burrowed a bit more firmly against Erestor as if to affirm his place.
Louder he added "I am very glad that there seems to be no hate between the two of you." Indeed, Erestor had been extremely afraid of that scenario.
"Ai, it would be difficult indeed not to see what has led you to Lindir," Daerdion responded amiably. He caught the flush of the bard's cheeks and stifled a sigh. //Lovely indeed.// "I could never begrudge one who you hold so dear, melda."
Lindir looked up at the word, though he seemed almost amused. //The same endearment... strange...// "It is the same for me, 'Restor. If you trust him, how could I not?"
For a moment Erestor was truly speechless, something that only rarely happened to the well-versed elf. He was admittedly moved.
"This..." he cleared his throat, cursing that the emotion had caught there so audibly "This is a perfect moment, indeed."
Taking another deep breath he ventured "If this is how you feel about each other, I then have two requests: I was so tactful all day long, that I didn't even kiss Daer hello. I'm aching to do so if Lindir doesn't mind. Secondly, I would suggest that - for the time being - Lindir moves in to the rooms adjacent to mine. If none of you objects. After all...there will be ...sounds carried across..." he coughed. "Still I think it would be good for the three of us to be close, and it would ease my task of taking care of Lindir."
The bard flushed as if embarrassed by the idea. //And if you had taken better care of yourself, it would be unnecessary. It is little wonder you feel shame now.// Still, he nodded. "I should like that." //And to hear
them making love? To know that Daerdion is able to please him where I am too weak?// Lindir swallowed the pride that drew up the thought and smiled at his lover. "I would not have you give up affection for each other because I would not lose it myself. T'wouldn't be fair."
Erestor was proud. Lindir behaved like one would not expect from one so young. No, he had not been wrong in his judgment of Lindir's character.
Daerdion smiled his thanks and looked up to Erestor.
"I think it would be best if he was kept close to us. We wouldn't want someone trying to steal him away, after all."
"Certainly not!" Erestor exclaimed. "After all he is too sweet and too dear to allow such." //Lindir may soon learn he's getting more than he actually bargained for... I wonder how this all will end!// Erestor realized that the situation did not become any less complicated even if the tension did subside with every minute the three of them spent together. If Lindir refused Daer's potential affection, would Daer feel hurt?
"If you are a good elf and eat nicely, I promise to reward you later, Lindir." Erestor promised, offering Lindir a piece of bread. Somehow he had to spawn the young one's appetite!
The bard sighed, but he couldn't resist Erestor's gentle persistence. //He only wants to make sure that I'm well, after all. And when I am... when I am, perhaps things will be easier with us.// He took the bread and sank his teeth into it.
"Now, do I get my kiss any time soon or must I pull my rank upon you, Daer?" Erestor feigned impatience.
"Nay, not yet." Daerdion smiled invitingly at his husband and shifted forward until their lips touched.
He considered reserve but decided against it. //If Lindir wishes us all to share this, then we shall... but he needs to be prepared for what it means.// His tongue thrust deep into Erestor's mouth, and the warrior actually drove the eldest elf back a bit with the force of his kiss.
Lindir watched with something like shock as the scene unfolded only inches from his face. Somehow it had never occurred to him that Erestor might not be the one "in charge" of his relationship with Daerdion. If nothing else, the flow of command seemed malleable. He bit his lip. //Does he expect that of me?// The bard's certainty wavered. //I do not know if I could be like
that... if I could satisfy him...//
Erestor moaned softly, letting go of Daer to support his body against the force of the kiss. His other hand curled up against Lindir's chest, brushing fabric over a nipple as he pressed the youngest elf close to his body. It was always so easy to succumb to Daer! Although he often enough was in the mood to 'fight' for the upper hand, he enjoyed being dominated by his husband just as much.
His tongue curled around Daer's, welcoming the intrusion and savoring his husband's taste and inhaling his scent: leather, weapons' oil, pinewood and an edge of danger. Erestor found himself hardly able to separate his reactions and channel them into a physical reply that would only include Daer. It was confusing he thought.
"Hmmm.....if this is the result, I should delay things more often with
you!" the ancient elf gasped as they broke the kiss.
"If you did, I think I should stop being so forgiving." Daer's voice held the dark promise of something indefinable, and he drew back at last with a smile.
Erestor couldn't suppress a shiver at the words. Lindir wouldn't understand _that_. How should he, after all? Erestor shook off the thought. There would be enough time to deal with that later.
"Ah, 'Restor, you know that I can deny you nothing." Noting the look on Lindir's face, he fought for the proper words to explain his thoughts on the situation. "I do not seek to offend with my actions, but I will not deny my feelings, nor would I expect it from you."
Lindir swallowed and nodded. "Of course," he answered somewhat tremulously. What he felt verged more on self-doubt that any worry about Erestor's affections.
"I am not offended." //Only beginning to realize that I may not be what Erestor wants no matter what he thinks of me now.//
"What ails you, pen-neth?" Erestor couldn't help but notice the growing tension in Lindir's body ever since he'd started to cradle him in his arms. "Are we going too fast?" he stroked the dark-blond hair, brushed it away from a delicately pointed ear to press his lips against it.
"We want you to enjoy yourself, yet we seem to fail doing so. Lindir?"
Erestor inquired. They would need to express their thoughts much more openly in this constellation until they all knew how to properly read each other.
Lindir flushed and glanced at Daerdion only to look back at Erestor. "It... it is only..." //If this is to work, we must speak truthfully. There can be no lies or there is no hope regardless.//
Erestor cocked his head slightly, patiently waiting for Lindir to sort his thoughts, his black eyes attentively watching.
Lindir swallowed his pride and finally managed, "I fear that you think something of me, see me differently than I am somehow, melda. I am not strong or bold. I... I can never... I watch the two of you, and I know that... that I could never be... be the same..."
"I wouldn't expect you to be like Daer. You are who you are, Lindir and I can see that very well. I have quite an idea about you: you are my sweet, delicate, delicious minstrel." Erestor said softly. He shifted the young one in his embrace so that he could look into Lindir's blue eyes.
"Let me tell you that I think you are much stronger than you seem to know - I've seen many perish with a wound less grave than yours but you keep fighting and I'm very proud of you! There is other braveness than that on the battle-field - it is very brave to speak of your fears as you do right now" he kissed Lindir softly on the full lips.
"As for being afraid that you wouldn't be... how shall I put this?.... not be enough, not being what I...want or need: have I not trembled at the very touch of your hand, love? Did I not lose myself at the mere sound of your voice? Your view? That you are who you are is what drew me to you. Never doubt yourself or your qualities, beloved!" with those words Erestor kissed Lindir again, tongue brushing against the seam of the bard's lips, gently, softly requesting entrance, wanting to make Lindir understand that he could be sweet and gentle as well with the young one as he could be hard and rough with his husband.
For his part, Daerdion found himself more moved than bothered by the tenderness. He watched as Lindir finally relaxed and accepted the embrace and sighed with his own relief. The last thing the three of them needed was for Lindir to doubt his place. //We must all have our own space for this to have a hope of working.// He was Erestor's husband, and that left Lindir immediately at a disadvantage in the way of position. //He feels at odds, and it's no wonder.//
Lindir's lips parted beneath Erestor's, and he clung to the larger elf's body. //He knows... and he does want me... as I am...// The bard felt his heart beat faster, his body flush from even the comparably innocent kiss.
Erestor sent thanks to Varda when he felt Lindir's body melt against his. He couldn't help but compare Lindir to a delicate butterfly and he was afraid of crushing the young one somehow - mentally or physically. But his arms tightened firmly around Lindir's slim form, internally wincing at the feel of bones too prominent under too pale, too cold yet soft skin.
The kiss was sweet and nothing but a promise. When it ended - far too soon for Erestor's taste - he whispered "It will all be fine, love. In a short while it will all be fine, I promise."
Daerdion quietly offered the bard another slice of fruit and the rest of the meal passed in companionable silence broken by the occasional sporadic conversation. Things seemed easier somehow than they had been with all the cards set out on the table. By the time the day was mostly gone, Lindir's belongings were safely housed in the room next door.
TBC...
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