Let Me Sing You A Song Of Love

Let Me Sing You A Song Of Love

Posted: January 4, 2008
Title: Let Me Sing You a Song of Love
Series: Lindir's Life
Author: Laur Melyanna
Type: FCS
Characters: Erestor/Lindir
Rating: G
Disclaimer: LOTR copyright is not mine. We all know that.
Beta: Nikkling Beta read this for me AS USUAL! Lol. Thank you!
Author's Notes: I hope you do know I love you, I don’t just use you for sex, oops…that’s the hot guy in thong on the corner, as a beta, I mean lol.

Summary: Lindir is ready to give it all, Erestor is not ready to receive it.

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They were locked in a gentle embrace, arms loose around each other, but bodies firmly pressed close. Each elf had their lips pressed to the other’s neck, ushering twin kisses upon pale and tan skin.

It was like holding spring time in his arms; the fresh and bright light of Lindir’s soul was that to Erestor. To Lindir, his lover could not be less than a mix of all seasons; intense and overwhelming as the summer, calm and patient as the autumn, rigorous and stern as winter…lovely and gentle as the spring. The minstrel had always been far too reserved with his heart but now the misery of no hope or love was over. He had opened the doors to his soul and dived in deep into the intoxicating mystery that Erestor was.

Nowhere could be seen an ellon so plainly in love, and although he did not hold back in demonstrating his affection, he knew his dark lover was reserved and discreet, perhaps even hesitant on how to show his feelings. Or so it was how he had always let it pass off until that day.

“Let me sing something to you” He whispered gently against Erestor’s ear, pulling back from their warm embrace. His body tingled with satisfaction at the appreciative look the advisor cast down on him, and Lindir smiled at the curiosity born in those dark blue eyes.

“What kind of song, Lindir?”

“A song of love” The pale haired elf’s smiled broadened as he took a folded piece of parchment from the folds of his tunic. “Of my love for you.” He tilted his head, watching the older elf’s countenance stiffen and his eyes lose the blissful glow it had up until then to be taken by one of discomfort. It was the first blow, thrust deep into his heart. Lindir kept his smile, wider even, although hesitation shone in his own eyes as he stepped back to fetch his lap harp.

“Sit, Erestor, I think you will like it.” He swung his mass of white hair over one shoulder so it would not distract him while singing. Sitting on the opposite side of his bed from where Erestor settled, Lindir straightened his robes under him and adjusted on the bed before plucking the strings of his harp with a playful ease, almost as if it were a habit rather than a skill.

He took a deep breath and proceeded to sing, his pitch starting off for just the briefest of seconds before it became the smooth flow of crystalline sounds that was the young bard’s voice. Erestor was entranced by the song- he would never be able to feel detached to anything Lindir composed- but to his ears the melody sounded haunting more than endearing. The words were the most beautiful he had ever heard, the deepest statement of love anyone had ever given him. He adored his musician, but the advisor knew better than to think his feelings mirrored those that were being sung to him. He would never willingly hurt this elf; he would grow to care for him just the same one day, he expected, but it was not so now. It made him uncomfortable to have to react to such a declaration with honesty and yet without hurting his loving elf.

As the song died down, Erestor realized Lindir was staring intently at him, a hollow expression in his eyes of sadness and betrayal. It was only when the dark haired elf saw a silvery tear gliding down the smooth cheek he so loved to kiss that he realized his mask had been torn away and he had hurt his lover.

“Lindir…”

The young elf stood, putting away his harp and preparing to leave the room in complete silence, but Erestor quickly blocked his path, strong hands holding onto those slender arms. “Lindir, please, do not do this! You act as if I disdained you.”

“No…but you are not ready. And I cannot wait.” Why not, Erestor might have asked, but he knew Lindir’s mind. The minstrel would be carved with this disappointment and he would be blind to see real love in Erestor’s eyes even when it was there,; he would be deaf to hear it in the advisor’s voice even when it was whispered to him.

“I will leave you then, but do not think ill of me. Please talk to me about this again. Tomorrow, please.”

The younger elf took a deep breath, straightening his slumped shoulders and ridding his face of any vulnerable emotion. The only remaining sign that a single second had passed since they had parted from that heart warming embrace was the dried streak of a tear. “No, stay. I am going to leave.” He freed himself of Erestor’s hold and walked past the elf, opening the door. He was held back once more as a hand rested on top of his over the knob, and a tall body stood against his back, making Lindir’s eyes flutter.

“Meet me tomorrow?” The deep tone was whispered into the pale elf’s ear, a shiver running through the length of his body, which only served to thicken the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach and the ache in his chest. He looked over his shoulder into Erestor’s pleading eyes. “I am leaving.” He said once more and took the final step out of the door, the sound of footfalls dying almost as soon as they begun. Lindir was gone

The advisor needed no explaining now. Lindir was leaving for good, out of his arms, of his sight…of this realm. “No…” The pained whisper barely reached his own ears. All Erestor wished right now was that Lindir would sing him a song of love again.

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THE END

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