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Darthol i Aur: Enduring the Sunlight

Beta: Khylaren, Ilye

chapter six

He had watched the Elf for most of the day. Tall, slender, pale hair and a rosy blush. When the Elf moved about, Erestor was not far from him, tracking him through the grounds of Imladris. He slowly stalked, his hunger raging in him, and he watched. The sweet smell of the Elf caused him to salivate as he stood in the shadows. Any moment now, the Elf would walk to a darker area of the yard and Erestor could take him.

"Erestor?"

The dark Elf spun around. It had been ages, literally, since anyone had been able to sneak up on him. He stared into the confused eyes of Glorfindel.

"Why are you following Lindir about?" the Elda asked.

Erestor's eyes darted to the minstrel and the hunger welled up in him again. It was then he realized he had been hunting the Elf! "I... I need to find Elrond," he said, walking quickly from the bewildered Glorfindel.

After the evening meal, Glorfindel made his way to Erestor's rooms. He tried to slow his heart as he knocked, but he knew it was useless. Erestor opened the door, his eyes clear and cheeks flushed, and invited Glorfindel in.

"Glorfindel." Erestor walked to the hearth and sat near the warmth of the fire.

"Erestor, I am worried about you," Glorfindel said, kneeling close to his friend. "Elrond and Celebrían are leaving for Mirkwood in the morning."

Erestor nodded, staring into the flames.

Glorfindel sighed. "What will you do?"

"I will do as I have done every other time they travel: I will hunt in the woods." Erestor shifted away from the Elda and Glorfindel frowned.

"But, you seek out our Lord and Lady almost every night, Erestor," the Balrog-slayer said, moving closer again.

Erestor's bottomless gaze settled on him. "How do you know that?"

Glorfindel smiled. "You are not the only one who watches."

"So it seems," Erestor said, looking back to the fire. "Aye, I do go to them every night."

"Why? Lady Celebrían had told me you visited every three days..." Glorfindel said, sitting himself comfortable on the wood floor. He liked being close to the Noldo; it comforted him.

Erestor shrugged. "The hunger is strong as of late. They have been most accommodating."

Glorfindel nodded. "Will the blood of animals sustain you?"

"It will. I will have to hunt more often, that is all," Erestor said, his eyes slowly moving to Glorfindel's face. "I have survived long on the blood of animals; I will survive this."

The blond ran his thumb over the inside of his wrist, his cheeks flushing under Erestor's gaze. "I-- Erestor, would you allow me to replace them during their journey?" he asked quickly before he lost his nerve.

Silence descended in the room, and it was only when the silence became uncomfortable that Glorfindel looked up. Erestor's black eyes were wide, and he was so still. Glorfindel met the gaze, unblinking and open to the penetrating eyes.

"No, Glorfindel, I will not allow it," Erestor finally said, quickly averting his eyes.

Glorfindel's eyes narrowed and he felt a stab of anger run through him. "Why?"

Erestor sighed. "I cannot do that to you."

"Yet you do it to them!" Glorfindel said, his voice rising.

"They are different!" Erestor shot back, standing up and glaring down at Glorfindel.

"How?" the Elda demanded, standing as well.

Erestor flung his hand up. "They just are."

"Do it; now. Once, Erestor, and then I will not press the issue. Once they are gone, if you cannot come to me, then I will not come to you. But, do it once. Do not deny me the closeness you have with them because of some notion of nobility you have!" Glorfindel said.

"No."

"Do it!"

"No!"

Glorfindel drew his dagger and quickly dragged it across the tender skin of his wrist. He gasped, and the blade fell to the floor as the blood dripped freely down his hand. "Yes," he ground out, holding his arm toward the wide-eyed Noldo.

"Glorfindel, do not tempt me!" Erestor pleaded, his eyes focused of the splash of red on Glorfindel's wrist.

The blond Elf walked toward Erestor. "Drink."

Erestor shook his head, his face a mask of fear.

"Why do you fear me?" Glorfindel asked, still offering his wrist.

"I fear I will not stop," Erestor whispered as he fell to his knees, drawing Glorfindel's slashed wrist to his lips.

Glorfindel shuddered as the wet heat of Erestor's mouth covered the wound. He watched through half-lidded eyes as Erestor tasted him for the first time and he felt himself harden in his leggings. The Elda moaned softly and wondered if the vampire's bite could be any more erotic than what he did now.

Suddenly, Erestor drew back with a cry and stared up at Glorfindel, crimson smeared across his pale lips. "You cannot come here again," he managed.

The blond wrapped his wrist with a handkerchief, staunching the blood. "Why?"

"You risk your life offering me your blood, Glorfindel," Erestor said, rubbing the ruby fluid from his lips.

"You do not injure Elrond or Celebrían, why should you injure me?" Glorfindel asked, leaning against the tall bedpost.

Erestor drew his knees to his chest. "Please, do not offer again," he said, his eyes locked on a lone floorboard.

"The offer has been made. You know where to find me." Glorfindel bowed slightly and then walked from the room, his arousal throbbing and his heart sore. Was he so terrible? Did Erestor not desire him as he had thought?

Erestor waited for a long time after Glorfindel left before he stood. His head still spun from the drink he had taken from the bleeding wrist. Glorfindel was as sweet and potent as Erestor had thought, but the need to bite -- to possess -- had risen in him and he could not risk hurting the Elda.

He loved him, how could he want to hurt him?

The Noldo walked quickly from his rooms and into the main yard. He removed his robe, standing nude in the light of the stars, and sprinted off into the woods. His senses stretched out before him, seeking prey. Anything, everything, he needed to quell the hunger.

Before long he scented a large buck. His eyes adjusted quickly to the night and his mind moved to a more animalistic mentality. He hunted the buck, tracking him, prowling and stalking until the animal stopped for a drink of water at a pond.

Erestor sprung on the deer, gave chase when it darted off, and brought it down with a deadly swipe of his clawed hand. On the leaf-packed floor of the Imladrian wood, Erestor bent his head and bit deep into the throat of the buck.

He drank, feeling the heartbeat quicken and then slow... then stop.

And still he hungered.

Still he wanted Glorfindel; he still tasted him.

He lifted his vermilion colored face to the sky and howled. He cried his sadness and anger and self-loathing to Elbereth. When his voice broke, tears fell down his face and he sat back on his heels, weeping over the corpse of the fallen buck.

He was no more than an animal.


	Navigation multi-story arcs previous next		Darthol i Aur: Enduring the Sunlight Beta: Khylaren, Ilye chapter six He had watched the Elf for most of the day. Tall, slender, pale hair and a rosy blush. When the Elf moved about, Erestor was not far from him, tracking him through the grounds of Imladris. He slowly stalked, his hunger raging in him, and he watched. The sweet smell of the Elf caused him to salivate as he stood in the shadows. Any moment now, the Elf would walk to a darker area of the yard and Erestor could take him. "Erestor?" The dark Elf spun around. It had been ages, literally, since anyone had been able to sneak up on him. He stared into the confused eyes of Glorfindel. "Why are you following Lindir about?" the Elda asked. Erestor's eyes darted to the minstrel and the hunger welled up in him again. It was then he realized he had been hunting the Elf! "I... I need to find Elrond," he said, walking quickly from the bewildered Glorfindel. After the evening meal, Glorfindel made his way to Erestor's rooms. He tried to slow his heart as he knocked, but he knew it was useless. Erestor opened the door, his eyes clear and cheeks flushed, and invited Glorfindel in. "Glorfindel." Erestor walked to the hearth and sat near the warmth of the fire. "Erestor, I am worried about you," Glorfindel said, kneeling close to his friend. "Elrond and Celebrían are leaving for Mirkwood in the morning." Erestor nodded, staring into the flames. Glorfindel sighed. "What will you do?" "I will do as I have done every other time they travel: I will hunt in the woods." Erestor shifted away from the Elda and Glorfindel frowned. "But, you seek out our Lord and Lady almost every night, Erestor," the Balrog-slayer said, moving closer again. Erestor's bottomless gaze settled on him. "How do you know that?" Glorfindel smiled. "You are not the only one who watches." "So it seems," Erestor said, looking back to the fire. "Aye, I do go to them every night." "Why? Lady Celebrían had told me you visited every three days..." Glorfindel said, sitting himself comfortable on the wood floor. He liked being close to the Noldo; it comforted him. Erestor shrugged. "The hunger is strong as of late. They have been most accommodating." Glorfindel nodded. "Will the blood of animals sustain you?" "It will. I will have to hunt more often, that is all," Erestor said, his eyes slowly moving to Glorfindel's face. "I have survived long on the blood of animals; I will survive this." The blond ran his thumb over the inside of his wrist, his cheeks flushing under Erestor's gaze. "I-- Erestor, would you allow me to replace them during their journey?" he asked quickly before he lost his nerve. Silence descended in the room, and it was only when the silence became uncomfortable that Glorfindel looked up. Erestor's black eyes were wide, and he was so still. Glorfindel met the gaze, unblinking and open to the penetrating eyes. "No, Glorfindel, I will not allow it," Erestor finally said, quickly averting his eyes. Glorfindel's eyes narrowed and he felt a stab of anger run through him. "Why?" Erestor sighed. "I cannot do that to you." "Yet you do it to them!" Glorfindel said, his voice rising. "They are different!" Erestor shot back, standing up and glaring down at Glorfindel. "How?" the Elda demanded, standing as well. Erestor flung his hand up. "They just are." "Do it; now. Once, Erestor, and then I will not press the issue. Once they are gone, if you cannot come to me, then I will not come to you. But, do it once. Do not deny me the closeness you have with them because of some notion of nobility you have!" Glorfindel said. "No." "Do it!" "No!" Glorfindel drew his dagger and quickly dragged it across the tender skin of his wrist. He gasped, and the blade fell to the floor as the blood dripped freely down his hand. "Yes," he ground out, holding his arm toward the wide-eyed Noldo. "Glorfindel, do not tempt me!" Erestor pleaded, his eyes focused of the splash of red on Glorfindel's wrist. The blond Elf walked toward Erestor. "Drink." Erestor shook his head, his face a mask of fear. "Why do you fear me?" Glorfindel asked, still offering his wrist. "I fear I will not stop," Erestor whispered as he fell to his knees, drawing Glorfindel's slashed wrist to his lips. Glorfindel shuddered as the wet heat of Erestor's mouth covered the wound. He watched through half-lidded eyes as Erestor tasted him for the first time and he felt himself harden in his leggings. The Elda moaned softly and wondered if the vampire's bite could be any more erotic than what he did now. Suddenly, Erestor drew back with a cry and stared up at Glorfindel, crimson smeared across his pale lips. "You cannot come here again," he managed. The blond wrapped his wrist with a handkerchief, staunching the blood. "Why?" "You risk your life offering me your blood, Glorfindel," Erestor said, rubbing the ruby fluid from his lips. "You do not injure Elrond or Celebrían, why should you injure me?" Glorfindel asked, leaning against the tall bedpost. Erestor drew his knees to his chest. "Please, do not offer again," he said, his eyes locked on a lone floorboard. "The offer has been made. You know where to find me." Glorfindel bowed slightly and then walked from the room, his arousal throbbing and his heart sore. Was he so terrible? Did Erestor not desire him as he had thought? Erestor waited for a long time after Glorfindel left before he stood. His head still spun from the drink he had taken from the bleeding wrist. Glorfindel was as sweet and potent as Erestor had thought, but the need to bite -- to possess -- had risen in him and he could not risk hurting the Elda. He loved him, how could he want to hurt him? The Noldo walked quickly from his rooms and into the main yard. He removed his robe, standing nude in the light of the stars, and sprinted off into the woods. His senses stretched out before him, seeking prey. Anything, everything, he needed to quell the hunger. Before long he scented a large buck. His eyes adjusted quickly to the night and his mind moved to a more animalistic mentality. He hunted the buck, tracking him, prowling and stalking until the animal stopped for a drink of water at a pond. Erestor sprung on the deer, gave chase when it darted off, and brought it down with a deadly swipe of his clawed hand. On the leaf-packed floor of the Imladrian wood, Erestor bent his head and bit deep into the throat of the buck. He drank, feeling the heartbeat quicken and then slow... then stop. And still he hungered. Still he wanted Glorfindel; he still tasted him. He lifted his vermilion colored face to the sky and howled. He cried his sadness and anger and self-loathing to Elbereth. When his voice broke, tears fell down his face and he sat back on his heels, weeping over the corpse of the fallen buck. He was no more than an animal.