Wrong Step

Wrong Step

Posted: May 12, 2006
Title: Wrong Step
Author: Arthvaineth
Type: FCS
Characters: Erestor
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Only fiction, fiction only.
Beta: Larian Elensar

Summary: Erestor was torn.

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Erestor was drunk. He was lying on his bed. A golden haired elf helped him take off his robe, his boots, unbutton his shirt and pull it off over his head. Finally he unlaced Erestor's leggings. Now a half naked, drunk elf was lying in front him. He swallowed hard when he looked at that beautiful body. The flat abdomen. Those tiny little nipples on the pale white chest. Cherry ripe lips. A slightly pinkish cheek. 'How sexy of this elf.' The golden haired elf thought. Suddenly, he felt his leggings tighten. He knew what that meant, he should leave this room as soon as possible, however he couldn't resist Erestor's beauty. He couldn't control himself. He started taking off his tunic and his boots. The leggings were the last thing he took off. His manhood stood proudly in the air.

Erestor moaned when he felt a weight on the bed. Then he felt someone working on his leggings. His mind was misted by the wine. He sight was blurred, he only saw shiny golden hair. He smiled. Once Erestor's leggings were off, the other started working on his phallus. He cupped Erestor's balls with one hand and the other hand grabbed his penis. He licked the beneath the penis, from the base to the head. He circled his tongue around the head. Erestor moaned louder when he swallowed the whole manhood. He sucked and licked. He repeated and repeated. Erestor's breath became faster. He was almost there, he couldn't stand long with what the other did to him. He was too soon to come. However, the warm mouth left him before he came and Erestor groaned. Abruptly he felt his butt being lifted and placed on the other's thighs. The other positioned himself. His ready-to-go penis was aimed at the opening. He tried to find some oil but it was too late. He couldn't wait anymore. He grabbed his member and guided it to the ring of muscle. When he was ready, he pushed it in without any pause. Erestor cried out in pain during the penetration. He was unprepared, he was not been touched for almost a month.

The golden haired elf seemed to know about the other's pain. He stopped after he got through the tight muscle. He waited for Erestor to adjust. But that challenged his patience. Everyone had their limits and he was over his. He couldn't stand this anymore; he started to thrust into the other. He held up those perfect round globes and thrust harder and harder. Nothing could hide his animalistic desire. Erestor was having difficulty breathing and started begging for his release. When the golden haired elf heard the request, he grabbed Erestor's penis and stroked with his rhythm. Within a minute, the blonde elf groaned as he spent himself inside. Then Erestor followed, he spilled on the other's hand and cried out a name.

"GLORFINDEL!"

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Sunlight came through the window. Erestor blocked the light with his hand when he opened his eyes. He saw a shadow in front of the window. He couldn't really see the face because the other's back was to him. But it didn't matter because he knew who it was. He smiled.

"Glorfindel." Erestor called out the name without thinking. The shadow walked toward the bed when he heard the call. When the other got closer, his smile was fading. His tried to catch his breath while his heart beat faster. His body and hands were shaking. His eyes opened wild when he realised who stood in front of him. This was not Glorfindel, his lover. It was Legolas. Suddenly he couldn't believe what he saw and what he did last night. Last night was great but sinful.

"It was me." Legolas said before Erestor could say anything. "I'm sorry about last night. I..."

"Could you please just leave." Erestor cut in and spoke in a very low voice without any eye contact with Legolas. Legolas sighed and left the room. Suddenly, Erestor felt his life becoming awful. He shouldn't have come here. He shouldn't have accepted the invitation from the Mirkwood King. He was invited as a guest tutor to the King's young counsellors for a month. He should have taken the advice from Glorfindel. Now, he hated and blamed himself. But that was just the beginning of his terrible day. There was something else waiting for him.

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"Master Erestor, are we going to have a test next week?" A student raised his hand and asked. "What is it about?"

"It is only the skill of the negotiation," Erestor explained. "both on paper and verbal. Is that clear?"

"Aye." The class answered.

"Well then, the class is finished for today. See you next week. Study well." He bowed to his students. " Garo arad vaer. " (Have a good day .)

"I hope you do have a good day as well." A voice came from the entrance when Erestor was sorting his papers on the table. He looked at the door way and found that Thranduil was leaning on the door frame, his arms crossed in front of his chest. 'I'm not.' He said to himself.

"I did not see you for the whole morning and lunch, where have you been?"

"You were looking for me?" Erestor smiled.

"Could it be said that I can't come to see my future counsellors?" Thranduil teased. "And yes, I came to see you." He walked toward Erestor. "I have a guest who would like to see you."

"A guest?" The counsellor frowned.

"He is waiting in my study." Erestor got up and walked in front of Thranduil. Before the King moved, he was surprised by what he smelled. A special scent came from Erestor's body. He frowned and worry filled his heart. He recognised this scent. He knew to whom this scent belonged. He knew his son might get in trouble or his son was already in trouble.

"Are you alright?" Erestor asked when he saw Thranduil was still standing.

"Fine. I am fine." The King answered with smile and they headed to his study. On the way, Thranduil lapsed into deep thought. He felt something dreadful would happen.

"Thranduil, you just passed your study." Erestor's speech brought him back to reality. He looked back over his shoulder and turned his way back to where Erestor was standing.

"I'm sorry. My thoughts were wandering." Thranduil apologised when he opened the door. The King stepped in and his guest stood up and met him. Erestor stopped dead when he saw the guest of Thranduil.

"Glorfindel..." Erestor mumbled.

"Erestor!" Glorfindel cried out his lover's name and walked to him impatiently. Subconsciously, Erestor stepped back with his fear. Lucky enough, Glorfindel didn't figure this out and pulled him into his embrace. "Do you know how I missed you?" Glorfindel placed a kiss on the other's cheek.

"Glorfindel." Erestor slightly pulled away from him. "Thranduil is here." He spoke softly.

"Well," Thranduil shrugged. "I shall give both of you privacy."

"Show me to your room." Glorfindel said excitedly when he looked into the other's eyes. Erestor said nothing and walked back to his room with his lover.

Thranduil watched them out of his sight. "It's time." He talked to himself and then walked toward Legolas' room.

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When the door was locked Glorfindel cradled Erestor in his strong arms. "I missed you, Erestor." He said softly when he buried his head on the other's neck. Then he fell silent.

"So did I." It seemed they enjoyed the moment of silence but not. Both of them were thinking. It was a good thing they were hugging because you never see the other's face nor see each other's expression.

'It wouldn't have happened.' Glorfindel thought to himself when he found out there was another scent on his beloved's body. He wondered who was it and what Erestor had done in his absence.

'Should I tell him?' Erestor's thoughts were chaos since the first second he had seen Glorfindel in Thranduil's study. Suddenly, he slightly pulled away from Glorfindel because he felt his heartbeat was going faster. He could not let his golden haired warrior know about this. At least not at this moment. "Well," He looked into Glorfindel's eyes and smiled. "I take it you are tired from the long trip?" He turned his back and walked further into his room and Glorfindel followed. "Would you like to have a bath before dinner?" He looked back over his shoulder.

"It sounds good!" A big smiled hung on Glorfindel's face but his mind was not.

The counsellor sat on the chair in front of the dressing table after he showed Glorfindel the bathroom. He looked at the mirror and felt dirty. He could not dare to look at the mirror anymore. He turned around and now he faced his bed. However, it was even worse. The pictures of last night came to his mind one by one. He could hear his begging and his moaning. He could see how he enjoyed the joining from his own face. He shook his head and tried to get rid of those images. Yes, he would enjoy that moment if THAT had been Glorfindel. But the fact is, it had not been his lover.

Meanwhile, Thranduil reached his son's room. He knocked on the door and found it unlocked. He opened the door and knocked again. "Legolas?" He peeked into the room when he heard no response.

"I am here." Legolas showed up behind the door abruptly.

"I thought you were not here. You door is unlocked." Thranduil stepped inside and he looked anxiously.

"What's happened, father?"

"I think we need to talk." He placed his hand on Legolas' shoulder and walked with him to the divan. They sat down and Thranduil looked more serious. "Tell me, son," He took a deep breath and continued. "what did you do to Erestor last night?"

Legolas' eyes shot up at his father king. 'How does he know this?' A question popped up in his mind.

"How did I know about this, you might think." Thranduil shook his head when he saw a blush on his son's face. "I smelled your scent on his body." Legolas would like to protest but he had nothing to say. "I'm afraid Glorfindel noticed this too."

"Glorfindel is here?" Legolas sounded shocked. "Does he know about this?" He asked nervously.

"I don't know." Thranduil sighed. "Son, do you know you are in trouble?"

The prince said nothing but bit his lower lip. "No." He said sombrely. "I have to tell him." Then he stood up sharply.

"Wait!" Thranduil grabbed his son's wrist and pulled him down on the sofa. "Are you crazy?" Thranduil asked gruffly. "Are you going to tell Glorfindel 'Oh friend, I took your lover to bed last night. I'm sorry.'?" Thranduil didn't take his gaze from Legolas' eyes and continued. "Did you intend to take advantage of Erestor?"

"Of course not!" Legolas shook his head. "I just couldn't resist his beauty. I couldn't take my eyes off his body. I just couldn't..." He started sobbing and buried his head into his father's chest. "I'm sorry, father."

Thranduil soothed his son's hair and spoke gently. "I'm not the one to whom you owe an apology. But now it is not a good time."

"What should I do now?" Legolas looked at his father with his eyes which filled of tears.

"Go to take a bath and prepare for dinner with them." Thranduil wiped the tears with his thumb. "Just pretend nothing happened until it's time. Do you understand?"

"Yes, father."

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Erestor's mind was blank and he stared at nothing. Glorfindel looked at him with doubt from the bathroom. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and then walked toward Erestor. "It's you turn." He placed a kiss on the other's forehead which brought him back from his thoughts. Erestor smiled and nodded. Then he headed to the bathroom. Suddenly, anger built up in Glorfindel's heart. He bit his lip and held his fist when he looked at the bed.

According to plan, Legolas pretended nothing had happened but the atmosphere was tense among them. Uneasily, the dinner was finished and Thranduil invited Glorfindel for a drink in his study. However, Glorfindel excused himself due to his tiredness.

"It's good to see you again, Legolas." The blonde elf said with joy and gave Legolas a hug. 'It's you.' He thought. 'You are a very good pretender.' He patted the prince's back lightly and bid him goodnight.

When Glorfindel and Erestor got back to the room, Erestor closed the door behind them. Just the second the door was locked, Glorfindel pulled the counsellor by force into the middle of the room. He held Erestor tight by grabbing his arms. Anger shown on Glorfindel's face.

"You're hurting me, Glorfindel." Erestor struggled.

"I am hurting you," Glorfindel raised his eyebrows. "or you hurt me last night?" He sounded wroth.

"Glorfindel..." Erestor swallowed hard.

"How long did you plan to deceive me?" Glorfindel grabbed him even harder. "How could you betray me?" He yelled at the shivering elf.

Erestor didn't know what he should say. Tears flew freely from his eyes now. He was in pain. It was not only the physical, but also mental and especially at the word 'betray'.

"It was Legolas, wasn't it?" Glorfindel questioned the frightened counsellor. "I smelled him on you." He sneered and loosed Erestor. "I'm now going to seek him." He stomped toward the door.

"No!" Erestor ran after him and stopped him by catching his wrist.

"No?" Glorfindel raised his eyebrows again. "You are worried that I'll kill your new lover, aren't you?" He said contemptuously then he put Erestor aside and Erestor fell on the floor. When Glorfindel saw Erestor was on the floor, he tried to get him up but he was stopped by his pride. He ignored the elf on the floor and walked out of the room. When he stepped over the threshold, there was someone blocking his way. Thranduil was stood in front of him.

"You are not going anywhere else but my study."

"Oh!" Glorfindel exclaimed. "It seems you know what happened! Then get out of my way."

"I won't let you go to Legolas' room unless you talk with me."

"Talk?" Suddenly, Glorfindel tried to punch Thranduil's face. Thranduil caught his fist before it reached him. And now, the gorgeous face of the king was angry. He forcefully pulled Glorfindel away from Erestor's room and dragged him to his study.

Thranduil pushed Glorfindel inside then he secured the door. Once the door was closed, no one would know what happened inside.

Toward mid-night, Legolas paced in his room uneasily and Erestor still sat on the floor where he was left. Suddenly, the door opened and Glorfindel came in. Erestor stood up at once and tried to talk to his lover. However, Glorfindel made no response and walked toward his belongings.

"Glorfindel," Erestor spoke with his tumbling voice. "what are you doing?" He knew the answer but he hoped that he was wrong.

"It's over." Glorfindel spoke coolly.

"What did you say?" Again, the onyx liked orbs were filled with tears. The golden haired lord didn't reply. He picked up his belongings and left the room. Erestor thumped on the floor and cried out loud. "GLORFINDEL!"

In the intervening time in Legolas' room, the prince was crying and trembling in his father's arms. It was he who had destroyed the relationship between Erestor and Glorfindel. He was the one who hurt his friends. He cried and prayed for the Valar to save their over two millenniums bond. He would pay for that regardless of any cost. "Please..." That was the last word he said before he fell asleep. Thranduil sighed and carried his son to bed. He covered him well then headed to Erestor's room. He knew that Erestor needed his presence as Legolas had.

He wasn't surprised the room was quiet but there was something he never imagined. The room was empty. He looked around the room and found no Erestor in sight but a letter on the desk.

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"My King," One of the students raised he hand and asked. "where is master Erestor? He told us we have a test today."

"Well," The King tried to manage a smile on his face. "He has something important to do and he is gone."

"Will he come back?" A young girl who sat in the front row asked.

"May be. I can't answer for him."

"My King, what do you mean?"

"I mean," He took a deep breath. "no test and no class for today." The students cheered when they heard they had no class and no test. All of them ran out of the classroom after they bid the king goodbye.

From the day when both Glorfindel and Erestor left Mirkwood, no one saw them in the woodland realm again. You might able to meet the golden haired lord in Rivendell but not the raven haired counsellor. Nobody knew where he was, not even Thranduil.

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THE END

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