Tangled Web pt01

Title: Tangled Web 1/?
Author: Blue Gold
E-mail: bluegold@surfy.net
Beta: Beckyboo
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Celebrian, *Flinn/OMC, Flinn/Amrod, Amras/Amrod, Lindir/Melpomaen, Erestor/?
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A web is a strange thing with tangled lines all leading to the same point. Your path can be straight, you can go in circles for what seems an eternity or you can end up trapped, stuck forever in the grand design. This web goes beyond life, death, mortal, immortal, elven and half-elven to find one connection in the middle of it all and that connection is Erestor.
Disclaimer: I *sniff* do not any of the characters in this story. They are owned by Tolkien/Jackson.
Warnings: AU Angst, Mpreg, incest, child loss,
Authors Notes: *Despite the name Flinn is not an original char but for the sake of the story *Flinn* must remain *Flinn* for a while. Halda O’line is my own creation and another necessary plot piece that will be explained. AU as in me talking I took canon and pretended I didn’t know it! Deal!

Elrond and Erestor stood side by side, the Lord and his shadow, as the party from Mirkwood approached. Thranduil was the first to dismount, a wriggling bundle of muddy green in his arms. It wasn’t until he placed it down that they recognized it was a child, most likely Legolas, Thranduil’s son. Though they were surprised that Thranduil would take such a young child on such a journey.

Erestor barely noticed the child as he felt a tingling sensation in his arm. He shook his arm but the feeling did not pass. “My Lord…my arm it…”

“Do not even finish that statement,” Elrond hissed, feeling as if he were scolding a child instead of his Chief Advisor.

“Yes my Lord. Ow!’” Erestor exclaimed, smacking his arm and feeling a strange wetness. He lifted his sleeve and a small spider carcass fell out, leaving a bit of slime on his arm.

“I think it bit me.”

“Erestor, I’m warning you.”

“But it bit me!” Erestor hissed.

“There are 23 different species of spider in Imladris and none of them are poisonous so please stop.”

“What if it was rabid?”

“Erestor, spiders do not get rabid.”

“Elrond?” Celebrian asked as Thranduil had finally given up trying to keep Legolas from scurrying about the floor and under the approaching horses as the others of the party had caught up and dismounted.

“Get the Twins,” Elrond said as he was dragged forward by his Lady.

Erestor went into the house and found the Twins in their playroom stacking blocks and knocking them over with dragons.

“Yes Erestor?” Glorfindel said and Erestor blinked startled not having noticed the blond.

“Oh, I didn’t see you,” Erestor said with a faint blush.

“Hi, did you come to play with us?” Elrohir asked as Elladan was already leading him to a seat beside Glorfindel.

“No I came to bring you two to meet someone, ” Erestor started.

“Who?” The twins asked in unison.

“Prince Legolas of Mirkwood. He looks around your age.”

“You think he will want to play?”

”I’m sure of it,” Erestor said with a smile.

“Let’s go,” Elladan said tugging Erestor to the door as Elrohir attempted to pull Glorfindel to his feet.

Glorfindel grinned and stood slinging the child over his shoulder. Together they followed Erestor to the main yard where Thranduil was speaking with Elrond and Celebrian as Legolas scanned the ground and nearby shrubs. The Twins watched with interest and Elladan called out.

“What are you looking for?” Legolas’ head snapped up and waved the twins over. He whispered a few words to them and then all three children where scanning the ground. The parents smiled as the children all continued the strange search.

“King Thranduil, let me show you to your room,” Celebrian said when the adults shifted their focus from the children.

“Legolas?” Thranduil called.

“Coming Ada,” Legolas said but not before whispering to Elladan, the closest twin, who nodded.

“Sir?” Elrohir started.

“King Thranduil, Elrohir,” Elrond said with a smile as his son preformed a small bow.

”King Thandil, can Legolas come play?”

“He has to take a bath and eat first.”

“Okay, can he have lunch with us? You can come too,” Elrohir said quickly.

“That would be wonderful, what is your name?” Thranduil asked.

”Elrohir and that is my brother Elladan. And that’s E’stor.”

“I know Erestor. We were friends when he was as big as you are.”

“Wow, E’stor was little? Did he wear robes? Did you know Fin too?” Elrohir asked in rapid succession.

“Of course he was little, we all were, and he wore clothes much like you are wearing now. And I have never had the pleasure of meeting Fin?”

“ Glorfindel,” Elrond explained. Thranduil nodded but did not remove his focus from the child in front of him.

“So, Fin and E’stor can come so you have some big Elves to talk too. But they kiss each other,” Elrohir said making a face as Thranduil grinned, looking at Erestor who blushed.

“What about your parents?”

“Ada doesn’t have lunch, just tea. Nana brings Ada his tea.”

“Ah I see, well we must get cleaned up,” Thranduil said snatching Legolas up into his arms as he passed by his father, having resumed his search when Elrohir and Thranduil started to talk.

“Bye,” Elrohir called and the pair waved.

“What are they doing?” Erestor asked as the Twins continued to scour the ground.

“Searching,” Glorfindel said simply.

“For what?” He asked.

“Apparently a big leaf,” Glorfindel said as Elladan took one up off the ground and walked over to Elrohir who was standing on the stairs. Together they lifted something, wrapped it up in the leaf and tucked it into Elladan’s tunic.

“I will go tend to the escorts,” Glorfindel said noticing Elrond was not sure what to do with them past leading them to the stables. With a quick peck to Erestor cheek he was gone leaving the advisor with the twins.


“Ada, take a bath too,” Legolas said tugging on his father’s clothes.

“Are you saying I’m smelly?” Thranduil asked with a smile. Legolas played along and started covering his mouth and waving his hand to ward off the scent of his father. Laughing Thranduil started to strip. He ended up laughing, splashing, and playing with Legolas for over an hour, getting clean more of a by product of the play.

It wasn’t until Thranduil was rubbing Legolas dry with a large fluffy towel that he realized his son had no other clothes. Sighing he quickly dressed, ignoring his wet hair, and made for the door.

“Ada,” Legolas asked wide eyed, the towel swallowing his tiny form. “Where are you going?”

“We are going to get you some clothes,” Thranduil said placing a slightly wet and naked Legolas on his shoulders.

“Okay!” Legolas exclaimed patting his father’s head like a drum. The pair was directed by a servant to the twins quarters. Entering he found the twins chasing each other and a very frazzled looking Erestor dozing in a chair. Grinning Thranduil cleared his throat and Erestor snapped to attention, relaxing when he saw it was Thranduil.

“Um, we seem to have a problem here,” Thranduil said putting Legolas down as he squirmed, wanting to join the twins. “As you can see he has no clothes.”

“We have lots, come on!” Elladan said pulling Legolas into the other room along with Elrohir.

“Thank you,” Thranduil said as he and Erestor followed them into the other room.

“If you give me Legolas’ measurements I can pass them on to the tailor. He should have clothes for him in a few days.”

“That would be wonderful.”

“How is it that he has no clothes?” Erestor asked as Legolas pulled on some green leggings.

“You must know Legolas was not going to be on this trip. He took it upon himself to sneak in along the small cart of provisions and clothing and such we brought with us. We found him the first night we set up camp. But he would not go with te guards quietly and you know what a danger that could be. I sent word to the Queen and we continued.”

“I wonder where he would get such an idea.”

“Are you implying that I was such a handful?” Thranduil asked.

“I recall being dragged into some truly mad situations,” Erestor said shaking his head.

“We were young.”

“And foolish,” Erestor said though he had a smile on his face.

“Ada, you forgot my boots,” Legolas said, wriggling his bare toes.

“Well let’s go get them. I still have to comb my hair, only Erestor can pull off the untamed look well. Where is lunch?”

”Here,” Erestor said simply.

“Leglas, we found it,” Elladan said suddenly.

“Leg-O-lass,” Legolas corrected. “When I come back.”

Thranduil and Legolas returned just as the food trays did and the three children quickly took theirs to a corner where they started eating and whispering animatedly. Thranduil watched them, amused, then turned to Erestor. Noticing his friend was dozing off again he touched him lightly on the shoulder.

“Go rest. I will stay with the children.”

“But Glor…”

“Somehow I think it will be easier to rest without him,” Erestor blushed lightly and nodded, making his way to bed wondering why he was so tired in the first place.


Glorfindel entered his chambers after helping to put the now inseparable trio to bed for their afternoon nap and grinned when he saw Erestor sprawled out on the bed. One arm draped lightly across his stomach, the other hanging off the side of the bed. The only thing covering his lover a light blue sheet that was barely draped across his legs. The slow rise and fall of his chest showed that he was still asleep.

Grinning, Glorfindel stripped off until he was as bare as Erestor. Slowly he climbed on top of the bed until he was hovering above his sleeping lover. So pale he had a glow in moonlight, rosy lips and the power to blush down to his navel. A discovery Glorfindel had been quite amused to make.

Settling between the splayed legs he was surprised Erestor was still asleep, but shrugged it off. He hadn’t had much sleep the night before and even a few hours with the twins could be quite exhausting when they were outside.

Glorfindel bent down to kiss the slightly parted lips and was rewarded with a sigh. Slowly awareness returned to Erestor’s eyes and he simply slipped one pale arm around Glorfindel. Glorfindel grinned wickedly into the kiss and lifted Erestor’s arm kissing it from elbow to fingers and back up again.

Erestor sighed as Glorfindel repeated the process on his other arm. he was content to let his lover do as he pleased, Erestor simply enjoyed the sensations.

“Are you sleeping?” Glorfindel asked wryly.

“No, I was simply allowing you to have your wicked way with me.”

“Well, if you insist,” Glorfindel sat taking Erestor’s hands and placing them over his head before moving to kiss his way down Erestor’s chest. He lazily dragged a tongue along a nipple causing Erestor to moan and squirm on the bed and Glorfindel moved to the other, biting lightly as his lover gasped.

Licking the nub gently he kissed his way down Erestor’s chest down to his navel. Looking up at his lover as he licked his way around the area then slowly dragged his tongue in and out of the indentation an indication of things to come.

Erestor was moaning, his hands still over his head flexing uncontrollably. Glorfindel dragged his tongue down, licking along Erestor’s hip bone and the Elf shuddered.

“Glorfindel please,” Erestor moaned.

“Hmm?” Glorfindel breathed as his tongue ran slowly down Erestor’s thigh, continuing to ignore his lover’s erection.

“Insufferable tease!” Glorfindel grinned knowing if Erestor could still form such coherent sentences he was by no way undone. Moving down to Erestor’s foot he stroked the Elf’s arch before lightly licking the bottom of Erestor’s foot.

Erestor shrieked pulling his foot away as he stifled his laughter. Glorfindel simply reached for the other foot ignoring his lovers squirming as again licked his arch. Erestor could hold it in no longer bursting out into laughter, trying to push Glorfindel away with his arms and legs.

Glorfindel tsk’d and pinned Erestor down to the bed. Their fingers interlaced on either side of Erestor’s head. Erestor’s laughter quickly died away as Glorfindel rubbed their erections together.

“In me,” Erestor whispered. Glorfindel kissed the tip of his nose and started to unlace one of his hands from Erestor’s. “No, now.”

Glorfindel nodded spreading Erestor’s legs with his own as he set a snail’s pace for entering his lover, not willing the risk to hurt his lover, finding it an interesting torment and a test of his endurance.

He had barely entered Erestor an inch before pulling out and repeated the process a little further each time. By the time he was fully sheathed inside Erestor sweat was rolling down both their chests. Erestor rotated his hips wanting his lover to move.

Glorfindel did not disappoint slowly pulling out of his lover and sinking back in just as slowly. “Oh Valar,” Erestor moaned, hardly believing Glorfindel could keep up this slow pace. But he continued the torture, slowly in and out rubbing his prostate on each thrust.

Whimpering, Erestor tried to increase the pace but with Glorfindel on top of him pinning his hands he could do little to change the situation. Then Glorfindel stopped all movement and Erestor’s eyes flew open never knowing he had even shut them. Before he could mouth a protest Glorfindel rocked and the world narrowed to blinded ecstasy as he came.

Glorfindel finally released his hands as he too came and Erestor wrapped his arms about his lover as he rode the waves of pleasure. Glorfindel slumping on top of him as he tried to catch his breath.

“Fin?” Glorfindel groaned in acknowledgement. “Fin air,” Erestor said with a roll of his eyes. Technically it was a lie but it always got him into his second favorite position in bed with Glorfindel. He smiled as Glorfindel slid out of him and flopped onto his back pulling Erestor against his chest.


“Much,” Erestor replied snuggling up to his lover, tracing a finger down the sweat dampened chest. Glorfindel captured the hand and gave it a kiss.

”Thranduil is interesting, how did you two come to be friends?” Erestor blinked staring at Glorfindel. “You fell asleep love,” Glorfindel said, discarding the towel and pulling on leggings. “It’s nearly dinner.”

Erestor blinked and lazily climbed out of bed stretching before plodding into the bathroom. “Well?” Glorfindel asked not ten minutes later when Erestor returned.

“Two outcasts, even one of royal standing will fast make a friendship,” Erestor said remembering he had been the only child not fearful of Oropher and Thranduil had been the only one not to consider him too weak to be a friend.

“Is that all there was?” Glorfindel asked grinning.

Erestor sighed. “He told you.”

“Seems you were always the diplomat.”

“I was a child that did not know any better and luckily for me Oropher was not an ogre to children at least.”

“But what did happen, Thranduil only told me the after effects.”

“I was being molested by some children because even though we were of the same age I looked years younger. I was pale and thin then,” at Glorfindel’s raised brow he amended, “paler and thinner. Anyway Thranduil jumped in the fray and defended me. He got a cut lip and a torn formal tunic for his trouble. Not moments after that he was pulled towards the palace by his guard who warned of the beating he would receive. Naturally, I followed.”

“Yes naturally,” Glorfindel said trying to imagine a young Erestor chasing a guard and an equally young Thranduil.

“So of course they would not let me in. So I took matters into my own hands and climbed into the lowest window after climbing a helpful shrub. I landed in a heap in a hall and hearing footsteps fled into the first room I saw. It happened to be the throne room, I think there were some meeting occurring but I spotted Oropher and instantly connected him to Thranduil. Though the similarities were not as striking as in Thranduil and Legolas, they were there. So I marched right up to Oropher and tugged on his robes.”

“You tugged on his robes?” Glorfindel asked his jaw agape.

“He was standing and I was short for my age as I already stated,” Erestor said starting to braid his lover’s hair. “He asked me if I was lost, ah yes the visitors were from the gray havens he thought me to be one of their children.”

“And you said.”

“No I had come to speak to him about his son. And I told him how Thranduil had saved me, I’m quite sure I added a dragon or two, and that he should not be punished and that I would like to play with him, if it was alright.”

“What happened then?” Glorfindel asked as he pulled out one of Erestor’s slippers instead of his own boots.

“He stared me down, surely full grown Elves had cowed at such a look but I found it reminiscent of my own father. I admitted to the lack of dragons but still insisted that Thranduil was not at fault and would much like to play with him again. Then he dashed all my hopes.”


“By interjecting the logic of an adult. What if Thranduil had no desire to be friends with me? He was much older and he was a Prince.”

“Much older?”

“Three years, but I did not look my age. Oropher may have thought it a decade difference. Which might as well be an age when dealing with children.”

“So what did you do?”

“I did what any self respecting child would do: I started to cry and made to run off, quite sure that I would never have any friends because I was so small. But I did not get far. Oropher caught me and kneeled so he was at eyes level and asked me why I was so sure Thranduil wanted to be my friend. I’m quite sure my answer shocked him and he had Thranduil brought in and we were nearly inseparable after that,” Erestor concluded opening the door so they could go to dinner.

“But what was your answer?” Glorfindel asked slipping an arm around his lover’s waist as they walked to the dining hall.

“Oh that,” Erestor said avoiding looking at Glorfindel. “I told him he was the first child to help me instead of throw rocks at me with the others.”

“Why would they…”

“I was small an easy target? I had dark hair, which quite strange in Mirkwood, I had no mother, the list goes on an on, but it does not matter as they brought me closer to the best friend I’ve ever had.”

“How old were you?”

“15,” Erestor said as he entered the dining hall and Glorfindel stopped the line of questions seeing his lovers mood had changed from amused embarrassment to sadness. He held his tongue in check though he desperately wanted to ask about his mother and the dark haired origins he had never given much thought to as they were common place in Imladris. Instead he kissed his lover’s raven hair as he sat down at the table. Erestor smiled slightly at the tender touch and Glorfindel relaxed.

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