Title & Chapter Number: Secret Love 2: Duck!! or Revenge of the Snowball 1/1
Author(s): - Author's Index
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not making any money. JRR Tolkien estate owns the lot. The only thing I own is my soul.
Warnings: none..implied slash tis all
Betas: Hawk . . . thank you hun!!
Cast: Erestor, Elrond, Elrohir, Elladan (cameo Glrofindel)
Timeline: 500 years after Celebrian has left
Spoilers: Nope
Summary: Erestor finds himeself in his bedroom...how did he get there?
Notes: None
The first thing I realise as I open my eyes is that I am no longer outside in the gardens but in my own room. The winter sunlight shines brittle yellow though the large windows but as I twist my head to see the snow still falling outside, my head begins to pound yet again. What had happened for me to be here? The last thing I remember was being in a snowball fight with the twins and Glorfindel. I smile at the memory. The twins had caught us truly off our guard and had pelted us with at least a dozen snowballs before we had chance to retaliate.
Raising my hand to my head to see if rubbing would ease the pain, I become fully aware of a huge lump on my forehead. I wince as I prod it gently as a sharp ache shoots through my skull. It was then that my bedroom door opened. Ella and Elly shyly peek around the door.
"Can we come in, Erestor?"
I smile at them, trying to ignore my headache as I carefully wiggle my way up to a sitting position. The room spins and I fall back to find pillows have been placed behind me as cool hands guide me.
I shut my eyes and try to ignore that the room is still spinning, despite the fact I couldn't see it, and I groan at the nausea. I feel miserable, I feel sick, and I wish the room would stop turning.
"Can you ever forgive us, Erestor?"
"We didn't mean it. The snowball was an accident!"
"Honest!"
I slowly open an eye to see the twins, both faces full of chagrin.
"I didn't realise that I had a stone in the snow." Elrohir whispers.
Elladan looks at Elrohir in annoyance.
"Look, I told you. It was my fault. My snowball hit him!" Elladan spat.
"Was not!"
"Was too!"
"Boys! I do not think that it matters who did what. It was an accident and you are both sorry. Now leave poor Erestor. He has had enough of your antics today." Came the dulcet tones of someone who, just at hearing his voice, made my heart beat faster. That in itself did not improve my headache at all!
I watch as Elladan and Elrohir turn to see their father enter the room. With shooing motions of his long elegant fingers, Ella and Elly hang their heads and glance at me. I try to smile back to reassure that this was but a temporary thing but I think it came out as a grimace because they winced.
"Sorry." Elrohir murmurs.
"Yes, sorry Erestor."
And both the Peredhil twins slunk out of the room to leave Elrond and me alone. I feel shame to be seen so weak while in his presence and I look away from him as he sits down on my bed, the mattress bends down with his reassuring weight.
"Now, how is my patient?" his soft voice enquiries, humour in his tone that made me glance at his face.
A small smile lay on those delicious lips and I inwardly sigh. I will never know what it will be like to kiss those lips, never be able to feel what it is like to be held in those arms. Being so near and yet so far is far more torture than the dizziness and sickness I feel. But he will never know.
"I feel like I have been hit by a cave troll. I have a splitting headache and every time I try to move the room spins." I reply, trying not to sound like a whining child.
Lord Elrond nods and leans over to a glass of water beside the bed. Grasping a small leaf, he places it into the water and the leaf dissolves instantly. Grasping the glass and swirling the contents Elrond gives me the goblet.
"Drink this."
I eye the murky coloured water suspiciously.
"Drink!" Elrond commands and I cannot disobey the one person who holds my heart.
Taking the glass, I swallow the contents whole and shiver in response.
"THAT was disgusting!" I mutter, giving the glass back to my love, who chuckles at me.
"You are as bad as the boys! Now rest dearest friend. I will stay here for a while."
I cannot help but blush as my groin begins to tighten. Elrond? Staying here while I sleep? I unconsciously grip the covers and pull them up higher over my chest.
"Are you cold? You look quite flushed? Here . . ."
I watch in slow motion as Elrond raises his hand and places it against my forehead and I cannot help but wince despite the intense fluttering in my stomach. It was then I felt warmth gently soothe my skin and the pain lessen significantly. I shut my eyes in relief while his hand is cool against my skin despite the warmth I feel and I sigh in contentment. The pressure dissipated as my lord gently drops his hand from my forehead, drifting a glancing caress over my cheek, which makes me startle and pull back. My eyes fly open to see my secret love gaze at me, seeming tenderness in those dark brown eyes. His dark hair tumbles around his shoulders, free from braid used for guests. How I long to bury my face in that hair, too.....
"I have always wondered . . . For centuries you have stayed by my side Erestor. Never asking for anything for yourself. Giving me your all. Why?"
My stomach suddenly tightens into a knot as I am brought abruptly out of my reverie. What is he asking? As if he can read my mind, Elrond smiles gently at me and places his hand on mine.
"Why did you never find a mate Erestor?" Elrond murmurs, "You have been such a loyal companion and counsellor."
I smile weakly, embarrassment and timid horror that my secret may have been discovered but I hide behind my mask. My only solace was that despite my love not being reciprocated, I could be near him as his trusted advisor . . . and that trust I treasured with all my heart.
"I do what I can my lord. I live to serve."
Elrond chuckles, true humour in his dark eyes.
"And serve to live? After all these years, I swear you were holding a secret that no one knew. Would you tell me your secrets, Erestor, as I have told you mine?" he murmurs but the drug takes its effect and I slowly feel increasingly woozy. Elrond's thumb gently strokes the palm of my hand, making my body react despite my struggling hold on reality.
"I would tell you anything sire. You only have to ask." I hear my voice but it seems so far away. My eyes flutter as sleep slides over my body like a lover, warm . . . comforting.
"Do you love someone, Erestor? Did any elf hold your heart?" I heard my beloved whisper and I struggle to smile at the question. I cannot refuse to answer. My hold over my own mind has weakened and I cannot hold the truth aside despite my struggle. My lips move against my wishes.
"Yesss." I sigh, my body heavy against the softness of the bed. Sleep . . . got to sleep . . .cannot stay awake any . . . longer . . .
"Who?" Came the distant voice, so reassuring, so full of love.
"Yoooouuuuuuu."
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