Mine Always Part1/2
Title: Mine, always.
Author: Celebrian.
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Pairing: Glorfindel/ Erestor
Rating: R
Summary: Glorfindel´s past lover refuses to leave his beloved’s side and heart, even when he is nothing but a spirit wondering around the last homely house. What will this eerie teasing presence do when he discovers his always loyal lover to be interested in somebody else for the first time after he had died five hundred years ago?
Disclaimer: I don’t own them :o( But they all live in my mind.
Warnings: Angst/ Death issues
Author’s notes: Story submitted to the Melethryn Zine (http://www.melethryn.net/SkyFirePress/melethryn1-toc.html )
Elvish Translations: Atenio - Good night
Feedback: Is always rewarding.
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The dark haired elf entered one of the rooms that comprised the large library of Imladris. His study was meant to be connected to the last book-filled room at the end of the hallway, Erestor himself having asked for the most peaceful place to work and think. Even though this study was the furthest away from the rest of the library, he had also picked it for the beautiful, soothing landscape his eyes saw as he looked up from his desk.
And even though this was not the most luxurious room of all the ones he had been able to choose from, nor the largest one, he felt it was welcoming and cosy enough for him to want to spend entire days and nights in it.
Crossing the hallway connecting the rooms that comprised the library he reached the last one and, turning to his left, he opened the door to find his desk already swarming with parchments and maps and all that had gathered there in the brief time he slept during the night.
Sighing softly the chief advisor moved closer to the desk and, sitting on the stuffed chair, he started categorizing and ordering the papers that needed his attention first.
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Sighing softly, Glorfindel stepped off the bathroom ready to start a new day and, moving to the suddenly open doors heading to the balcony, he closed them, not wishing the chilly wind to make his room even more cold that it usually was.
Yawning into his hand sleepily, he shifted in his place as he noticed the doors crashing to the wall as if they had been unlocked again.
One of the panels of glass broke into a thousands pieces as the frame of one of the twin wings of the door collided to the wall briskly, yet the other seemed to have been stopped in it’s way to the opposite wall. And despite the increasing wind the door stayed held by the air as if by art of magic.
Staring at the immobile wing, Glorfindel closed his eyes slowly, wishing that somehow these things would stop happening to him, and somehow feeling safe knowing he had not been left behind.
Moving to the frozen door, the Elda held the frame and gently placed it by the wall, preventing the untouched glass from shattering as its twin recently had.
Crouching, he started to pick up the glass pieces, dropping them in a paper basket he kept by his desk and knowing he would have to blame himself again for having broken another door.
Glorfindel´s eyes lifted from his task at hand as he heard the soft click of the main door as it opened to reveal a worried Lindir entering his private chambers.
“Are you alright?” Lindir asked softly moving to crouch by Glorfindel and helping to pick up the shattered glass.
“Yes, I only forgot to lock the door.” Glorfindel smiled awkwardly at the dark haired elf. “Again,” he added, snorting softly to himself.
Lindir laughed softly. “Do not trouble yourself Glorfindel. We have lots of glass we can use to repair it,” he assured soothingly. “You have lots of things on your mind. It is only normal for you for you to miss the little things.”
Smiling awkwardly again, the elda went back to his task, silently picking up the pieces of glass as he considered once more the idea of telling Lindir what he thought, why these things always happened to him, but shaking his head faintly he remembered no one would believe his words.
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Glorfindel walked along the dark hallway of the library rooms, wanting to leave the papers he had recently finished checking on the new advisor’s desk so he could check them tomorrow at the first hour before Glorfindel handed them back to Elrond. Opening the door with out knocking he gasped as he noticed a dark haired elf still working, concentrating on the messy papers on his desk. “I am sorry. I thought…”
Lifting his gaze from the parchment he was reading Erestor looked at the golden haired elf and before he even noticed it, he was smiling to the other. “Is there something that I can do for you?” he asked softly and harmoniously.
The elder elf shook his head slowly, enthralled by the Noldor elf’s beauty. He had heard some comments regarding the new advisor’s looks but he had thought the other elves to be exaggerating. Apparently they were not. In fact, in his opinion, there was not word in the elvish or human language that would be fair to describe this creature’s beauty. All words seemed to be swallowed once you got to see the sparkly green emerald eyes contrasting with the dark hair around the pale, perfect face.
A crashing noise got both elves attention as one of the tapestries fell to the floor, causing a dull, muffled sound whilst meeting the cold marble.
Frowning slightly, the Noldor elf moved to the wall, finding the hooks perfectly attached to it and the tapestry’s loops in perfect state too. “Strange” he murmured to himself standing from his crouching position and folding the fallen fabric carefully in his arms as he walked to the nearest chair to leave it safely there until he was able to hang it again. “What can I do for you?” he asked the blond elf who was still staring at the folded fabric with a strange expression on his face.
“I am sorry.” Glorfindel blushed slightly, perhaps the first time he had blushed in decades. “I thought you might have been sleeping by now…You are Erestor? Am I correct?” he asked, making sure this was the new advisor.
Erestor smiled softly and nodding, he looked curiously at Glorfindel. “I am and you must be Glorfindel?” He frowned slightly as he waited for confirmation and smiled once again as he got it with a nod from the other’s head. “It is nice to meet you,” he said, practically in a whisper as it was his custom. “Please sit,” he offered, going back to his place. “Elrond had mentioned your work to me and that we are to work together sometimes. I was hoping to meet you soon,” he assured. “Can I offer you something to drink?”
The blond elf shook his head slowly, still a little dazzled by Erestor´s beauty though he did manage not to stare this time. “No thank, you,” he murmured as softly as the other had spoken. “As I was saying, I did not think I would find anyone here and I only meant to bring this for you to check tomorrow at the first hour,” he explained, handing the rolled papers to the dark haired elf. “I have just finished checking it, on the second sheet are my thoughts regarding the problem.”
Nodding slowly, Erestor leaned back in his chair and unrolled the scrolls, reading slowly and nodding again. “I will check it as soon as possible,” he said, glancing up.
“I did not mean to interrupt your work,” Glorfindel excused himself once more, only to find a reassuring smile forming on Erestor´s lips. “I do usually knock before entering a room,” he joked lightly.
“There is no problem,” Erestor certain once again, laughing softly. “It is past midnight, you could not possible know I was still here.”
“Oh, but I should have thought you might, I am usually found at my desk past midnight as well, and so is Elrond.” He sighed softly. “It is a miracle we manage to get some sleep sometimes. There is always something to do in Imladris.”
“I have noticed.” Erestor shook his head sighing softly. “I arrived but the day before yesterday and I have barely left the house. I think I have passed from my chambers to the study and that would be all I have seen of the last homely house.”
“If you would allow me; let me give you some advice? Take it easy,” he murmured after the Noldor elf’s nod. “Do not let the work consume your life. You might want to finish everything on your desk before the day ends and you might manage to do so, but before you can even notice it, you will find your desk brimming with work to do once again in a few minutes time.”
Erestor nodded, considering the words carefully. “I will keep that in mind,” he assured, looking at the golden haired eldar before him, offering a thankful smile.
Smiling back at the dark haired elf Glorfindel felt a cold shiver running along his spine and he felt as if a freezing hand was pressed to his neck squeezing tightly, warningly. “I will leave you to your work now,” he murmured softly, standing from his chair as he shivered slightly. “Atenio.” He bowed politely before leaving the room.
The shivers in his body increased as he felt the cold sensation overwhelming him with a freezing embrace as soon as he closed the door behind him.
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Looking at the door Erestor smiled, blushing slightly. He had never in his life felt this kind of attraction for another male. Glancing at the parchment resting on his desk he sighed softly and stood, yawning into his hand. Pinching the few lit candles off, he left his study, heading to his private chambers for a night of sleep.
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“What are you doing?” Glorfindel asked blinking the glaze from his eyes.
“Kissing your chest,” came the muffled replied, sending small puffs of warm breath to collide with his awakened skin.
“Why?”
“Why do you think?” Hénduil asked, but in a teasing purr as he pressed open mouthed kisses to the bare pale chest. “I know you are cold… I just want to warm you up.” He spoke softly to the warm skin his lips were teasingly kissing.
Closing his eyes, the golden haired elf surrendered to the pleasurable ministrations his long time lover was gifting him with. “This feels so real,” he whispered, amazed at the vivid sensation as the other’s fingers played along the waist of his sleeping pants. “You feel so real.” He breathed out softly as the soft lips encircled his nipple.
“Then it must be real,” the musical, enthralling voice answered simply, never stopping his ministrations on the other’s body as his hands slid inside the light pants and moving down, they slowly pushed the pants down Glorfindel´s body.
“It… can not be.” The golden haired eldar gasped as he felt the silky lips wrapping around his hard on. “Can’t,” he mumbled incoherently as his hips pushed upwards clumsily, moaning faintly into the air of the chilly night.
Thrusting deep into the warm and welcoming cavity, Glorfindel found his release not much time later, the expert lips and tongue knowing exactly what to do to push him to the edge.
Hénduil´s name fell from his lips as he managed to focus his eyes on his lover’s face, only to see him look back tenderly at him, before vanishing as it always did.
“I am real,” came the distant whisper as he woke.
Glancing around the darkness of his room, Glorfindel found himself alone. Reaching under the covers he found the sleeping pants still laced at his waist, though the evidence of his pleasure was clearly present in them as he felt the now sticky fabric pressing to his flaccid flesh.
Swallowing hard, the elda leaned back, unable to leave his bed at the moment. The experience had felt too real for him, making him wonder for a second if his lover might be alive, might still come out off the bathroom or cross the main door of his bedroom. But he knew it would never happen. Hénduil had left over five hundred years ago and all he had left now was a tender memory of what he had considered to be the most important elf in his life, the one he thought had really loved him.
Shifting in the bed Glorfindel pressed his face to the pillow, allowing the soft fabric to clean his tears away and tugging the coverlets over his trembling body he closed his eyes hoping the empty sensation he felt would eventually leave him with the passing of the years. And even knowing the long time he had lived with it, he still hoped it would go away. He could do no more than hope that things would change…
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Erestor glanced up from his book to see the darkening sky as he heard it rumble above him menacingly. Sighing softly, the Noldor elf closed his book carefully before standing from his place at the feet of his now favourite tree to head back to the house. Hiding the book among the thick fabric of his robes and tunic, he hoped the precious object would stay safe there, yet he knew the possibilities of it being soaked when he got to the last homely house where at least ninety percent. Hurrying through the thick vegetation of Imladris, he felt the first droplets of rain falling onto his dark, silky, always perfect hair and face.
“Erestor,” called a not so distant voice, making him look to his right side and he could not help but smile beamingly when he noticed Glorfindel and his loyal mare making a turning off the main path as they headed to where he was. “You are soaked.” Glorfindel smirked at the alluring image of the dark haired counsellor dripping with water all over his hair and body. That small droplet lingering on Erestor´s lower lip made him centre his attention on the pale lips for a moment, before he focused on the gentle green eyes, blinking the raindrops away from his eyes from time to time.
“So are you,” Erestor pointed out cunningly, amused as his eyes followed the rain pouring down Glorfindel´s lovely features, the thin lines of water making his mind waver slightly as he felt his heart pounding faster in his chest.
“Aye, we both are.” Glorfindel laughed softly holding out an arm for Erestor, helping the dark haired beauty onto the back of his mare. “I assume you were heading to the house?” he asked, swallowing tightly as he felt the long careful arms of the other elf wrapping along his waist. He had not been this physically close to another elf in a long, long time. Well, he might have been, but it felt different with Erestor. He had not felt this guilt nor this tingling sensation in his entire body since before Hénduil, and he was not sure if it was even the same... He had cared for Hénduil but despite how hard he had tried, he had never loved as the other elf did, if he had he would have not been able to survive Hénduil´s passing as he did…
“I was,” Erestor murmured softly, fighting the urge to lean into the blond elf’s back and rest his chin on Glorfindel´s shoulder. Instead he made sure to hold himself steady, but stay at a relatively respectable distance, or at least as respectable as he could whilst riding the same horse, and eventually sliding closer to the other elf’s body in the saddle as Isilme started a steady pace.
Glorfindel´s eyes fluttered close as he felt the other’s chest press to his back, and finally daring to breath again he left a contented sigh escape his lips. He was loving the way he felt having Erestor so close, it felt so right, and natural...
Closing his eyes, the dark haired elf concentrated on the sweet sent of Glorfindel´s clothes, and a soft smile formed in his lips as he recognized his favourite fragrance on the elda. “Vanilla,” he murmured in a whisper as he came to realize what that sweet smell was.
“What?” Glorfindel asked absently, glancing over his shoulder to see the blushing face of the dark haired advisor, causing him to smile, though part of him could not help but notice how young Erestor could look sometimes.
“Vanilla,” Erestor repeated, as he knew there was no way he was going to get away without explaining what he had in mind. “Your perfume has a vanilla base…”
“Oh, yes,” Glorfindel laughed softly. “It is one of my favourite scents,” he assured before his eyes went back to the path, already eyeing the house from their place on the path.
Blushing deeply, Erestor was thankful the blond elf was now looking ahead and, sighing softly, his eyes focused on the house.
Helping Erestor down from his mare, Glorfindel glanced down at the soaked elf and smirked, shaking his head slowly. “You should go have a hot bath; otherwise you will get a cold.”
Sneezing softly, the chief advisor wrinkled his nose slowly before glancing up at Glorfindel. “I will,” he assured. “You should listen to your own advice and do the same,” he pointed out as he followed the dripping water on the blond elf’s features.
“I will, as soon as I make sure Isilme is warm in the stables. I will see you later.” He bowed politely before urging the horse to a steady gallop, wondering if Erestor would be interested in joining him for a night walk sometime.
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Pushing his hair absently behind his ear, Erestor studied the map carefully, cocking his head slightly to the side to watch the paper from another point of view, before he stood and watched it from even another one. “I do not think I can fix it,” he stated after some consideration. “I can remake it if you want.”
Glorfindel sighed softly and nodded. “I thought it might have no solution. I just wanted to have your opinion as well.”
“How did you spill the ink over the map?” the Noldor elf asked, puzzled after having seen Glorfindel work and not quite believing that the elda had forgotten to place the ink in a safe place. Not twice in the same week at least.
“I was distracted and pushed it with my other hand,” Glorfindel explained absently as he watched Erestor nod slowly, not quite believing his excuse regarding the map but thankful he chose not to ask more questions regarding it. “I was…wondering, if you would like to join me tonight? I usually go for a walk after dinner and I …” Sighing softly, Glorfindel’s as well as Erestor´s gaze moved to the window door heading to the small terrace, which slowly opened. Chewing his lip Glorfindel watched Erestor go close it as if it was a natural thing for the doors to open by themselves.
“I swear I had locked them,” Erestor murmured closing the doors again and making sure he locked them this time. “Luckily there was no wind, they would have broken otherwise.” He sighed softly, moving back to the blond elf’s side, and a small frown formed on his brow as he noticed Glorfindel´s lack of colour. “Are you alright?” he asked worriedly, pressing a tender palm to the elda´s cheek.
Smiling down at the chief advisor of the city, Glorfindel nodded slowly. “I am,” he assured as he noticed the concerned look lingering on Erestor´s features.
Sighing softly, Erestor nodded in agreement even though he did not believe Glorfindel to be alright. How could he, when he was still looking as if he had seen a ghost?
“I have to go now,” the elder elf snapped. “I have many papers and a map that need my attention today.”
“I told you, I can take care of the map if you want,” Erestor reminded softly, smiling sweetly at the eldar.
“Nay, I would rather be late for dinner and see you there than let you help me with the map and not see you at all,” he said, heading to the door.
Erestor blushed, *Where they flirting?* he asked himself puzzled, not sure of what his relationship with Glorfindel was going to end up being. “I will be there…”
Glancing back, Glorfindel smiled at Erestor and, bowing politely, he left the dark haired elf’s study, only to see a vessel falling from a not distant table to crash harshly to the floor.
Sighing he shook his head, determined to leave the past in the past, where it should have always been left. He had not felt this way in a long time and he had forgotten how much he missed loving in the way he thought he might end up loving Erestor...
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Moving to sit behind his desk once again, Erestor smiled when he heard the soft knocking on the door, half hoping it was Glorfindel who had forgotten to tell him something. He did not care much what the excuse was; he only knew he wanted the blond elf back with him. Even if it was only to sit by the window and be quiet.
“Come in,” he called softly, glancing at the opening door which revealed a blond elf different from the one he had in mind. Smiling at his saddening heart, he asked the unfamiliar blond elf to enter. In fact, Erestor thought he had never seen this elf before but then again, he had too little time in Imladris to know every single elf, even if the blond ones were not in the majority in this city.
Leaning back in his chair as the strange elf approached, he could not help but notice the materials of the robes and the braided hair. That fashion was only used in Gondolin, and the clothes were made with an old textile rarely used in the present time. “What is that I can do for you?” he asked politely, pushing his pointless wondering aside.
“I bring word from the craft-elf you ordered the pendant from. He has asked me to tell you that the pendant was impossible to do, but instead he prepared this…” He offered a small velvet package to the dark haired elf. “He has told me if you do not like it, that he can take the stone off intact and give it back to you.”
Taking the offered velvety bag, he opened it carefully to take out a white gold ring, a very simple band adorned with one main blue stone and crafted rivulets on the sides. “He had told me the pendant could be done, what was the problem?” he asked curiously, glancing at the blond elf before he went back to studying the ring. It was indeed a beautiful piece of jewellery.
“I do not know my Lord, he just handed me this and asked me to hand it to you in person.”
Nodding slowly, Erestor looked up the blond elf whilst his fingers played idly with the golden ring. “I do like it, but this is not the stone I left for the pendant”
“Is it not?” the blond elf asked, frowning. “I did not know. I was only told to bring Lord Erestor this.” He shrugged slightly.
“Perhaps I should discuss this with Gildor in person.” Erestor sighed softly, letting the white golden ring slid back into the safety of the little velvety bag before handing it to the other elf who shook one hand slowly, not wanting to take the ring again.
“You keep it until you talk to him. I think he will be there at seven or so, he had some things to do, if I am not mistaken.”
“Are you sure you would not rather take it back to him? This is a valuable piece of jewellery,” Erestor asked, concerned the other could be reprimanded if this one had committed a mistake in bringing the wrong item to him.
“I am sure my Lord.” The blond elf nodded.
“Very well, then you can go back to your chores.” The Noldor elf dismissed the blond elf politely as he placed the ring in his pocket, and watched the other elf close the door behind him. He remembered he had forgotten to ask him if he knew anything about Elrond’s hair clip, or if he could ask the jeweller to work faster on it. But as he opened the door practically as the blond elf had closed it, he found no one on the other side. The hallway and the following room were ghostly empty and only a cold breeze could be sensed in the air that made Erestor shiver hard as he brought both arms to rest crossed over his chest.
Sighing softly, the chief advisor entered the study again, slowly closing the door behind him and thankful the fire was roaring he moved towards it, as he considered how the elf had seemed to have vanished.
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“Thank you for having invited me to walk with you.” Erestor spoke softly as they walked along the barely illuminated hallway to their respective rooms which were in the same wing of the house. “It might have taken me a month or even more to see the waterfalls in the moonlight if not for your invitation.”
Glorfindel smiled and nodded. “I believe so too,” he laughed softly making the Noldor elf blush. “Though I have to admit this might actually be a good thing, for you to be so consumed by your work.”
“You are in no condition to speak, Glorfindel, not when I found you asleep over your desk in the middle of the morning wearing the same clothes of the day before.” Erestor chuckled softly and amused.
Laughing softly, Glorfindel blushed faintly, feeling extremely comfortable with this elf teasing him. “I might have fallen asleep last night, but I do attend all meals and *usually* put a stop to my chores after them.” Smiling at Erestor´s bogus annoyed expression regarding the scolding; he stopped in his place as they had reached Erestor´s chamber doors.
“You were saying my preoccupation for my work could be a good thing?” the chief advisor asked, frowning slightly and faking a concerned, inquisitive look before he gave up and smiled at the blond elf.
Glorfindel smirked and nodded as his ocean blue eyes met Erestor´s green ones. “Might be good; if you let me be the one tempting you to leave it undone.”
“Do you want to tempt me Glorfindel?” the Noldor elf asked with a husky voice, as he let the other elf pin him to the wall by moving impishly forward so his body was now both pressed to the wall and Glorfindel´s. Erestor felt long strong arms sliding along his waist as Glorfindel leaned slightly to cover his lips with his own.
Gasping softly into the kiss with surprise and awe at the new sensation, he purred softly against Glorfindel´s parted lips as both his arms snaked along the elda´s neck to bring Glorfindel closer, urging the other to deepen the kiss.
Both their lips pressed together and their tongues duelled for dominance, though the chief advisor found it much more enjoyable to let his partner take the lead in the kiss, enjoying the submissive role more than he ever thought he would.
Pressing his brow to Erestor´s, Glorfindel smiled as he noticed the dark beauty’s closed eyes and playfully nuzzled Erestor´s nose before he pressed a new, almost chaste kiss to the now somewhat swollen alluring lips.
“That was tempting,” the dark haired elf purred, smiling as his eyelashes fluttered open to reveal passion darkened green eyes.
“Indeed, it was.” Glorfindel smiled, unable to help but to press closer to the other’s body, wining with this deed a gasp from Erestor´s lips as his own need pressed into the Noldor elf’s one.
Erestor trembled hard as he felt a harsh cold surrounding him and a hard tug on his hair that almost made his head jerk to the side.
“What is it?” Glorfindel asked frowning worriedly, and pushing away to look at Erestor better.
“Nothing,” Erestor sighed softly crossing the arms over his chest once again. “I am just cold…” He shook his head. “I am sorry,” he whispered, as he noticed Glorfindel´s concerned features.
“Are you sure? There was nothing else?” The blond elf asked worriedly as he could have sworn that Erestor´s expression had been of pain seconds ago.
“Yes.” Erestor smiled, blushing slightly as he nodded. “I am alright,” he assured. “I must be tired.” He shrugged slightly, having no explanation for what he had felt and knowing that the excuse of having felt as if someone had giving his dark locks a hard tug would sound as if he was only trying to get away from the situation. “I am sorry,” he mumbled again, looking at his arms on his chest.
Sighing softly, Glorfindel moved closer again and, gently cupping the dark haired elf’s chin in his fingers, he urged Erestor to look up until their eyes could meet each other. “You have nothing to apologize for,” he said, smiling reassuringly. “You should go get some sleep,” he murmured, stroking the soft, pale cheek tenderly, before kissing it softly. “I will see you tomorrow,” he assured, before pulling back and letting Erestor open the door to his chambers.
“Sweet dreams,” Erestor murmured softly before entering his room, and having closed the door behind him, he leaned against it cursing himself in every language he knew for his childish reaction. Since when was he so susceptible to the cold weather? Since when did he become so nervous when kissed?
Reaching inside his pocket absently, he frowned as he noticed something he had forgotten he had placed there. Taking the small bag out, he took the ring and placed it on his finger. The blond elf having told him again that the craft-elf had made it for no one in particular and having no particular interest in it, he was planning on giving it to the first elf that liked it.
It fitted perfectly on his finger. The white gold and the stones made the perfect combination, as though the ring found it’s place on his finger. Erestor felt suddenly tired and closing his eyes he felt himself falling asleep.
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Glorfindel opened his robe and threw it uncaringly onto the chair before tugging the shirt out off the waistline of his pants.
Letting the shirt slid of his body above his head he glanced at the door as he heard it opening. “Erestor?” he asked, frowning in disbelief as he acknowledged the dark haired elf entering his chambers with out having knocked and who was now moving catlike towards him. “Erestor?” he asked once again, frowning as the Noldor elf came to stand before him and two slender arms wrapped around his waist, pulling Glorfindel closer to the other body. Before the elda could manage to ask any question he found his lips been assaulted by Erestor´s demanding ones.
Whimpering into the kiss, Glorfindel slid his arms almost hungrily around the other elf’s body, pressing the dark haired elf closer to him as he deepened the kiss.
The whimpers, moans and muffled sounds mixed in the air as both elves pressed desperately closer to each other as they deepened the kiss, feeling as if both had been starving for the other.
“Elbereth,” Glorfindel panted as he broke the kiss, desperately needing air.
“Take me,” came the husky voice as Erestor kissed and bit the pale flesh of his lover’s neck and chest. “I want you to take me now.”
Glorfindel growled softly, arching into the hands, lips and tongue as he absently wondered how the other knew exactly where to touch, lick or bite to make him burn with need and desire.
“Deep…Hard… Fast…” he purred, tracing a straight line along the middle of Glorfindel´s chest to his navel, licking around it until the tip moved down until it found the restraining pants. “That is how I want you inside me,” he purred, glancing up and smirking with pleasure when his lover’s urgent hands hauled him up to clumsily push his shirt off and lead him to the bed, making him collapse onto the soft mattress inelegantly.
Not wanting to waste more time, the Noldor elf removed his pants at the same time as Glorfindel did so, and moaned when the blond elf covered his slimmer body with his own as he pressed up, brushing their bodies together whilst parting his legs welcomingly.
Glorfindel growled both with need and astonishment, not quite able to discern Erestor´s change of behaviour but unable to put a stop to the situation to think about it. Taking the offered phial of oil, Glorfindel uncorked it easily and coated his fingers with the clear scented liquid before pushing one finger inside the tight passage. The situation was such that he was not able to let him tease his lover as he usually might have done.
Closing his eyes in pleasure with a pleased moan, Erestor pushed onto the slippery finger eagerly before he welcomed a second and a third one to stroke the tight walls of the untouched passage. “So long…” he moaned hoarsely, needfully.
Gasping with pleasure Glorfindel set his fingers free before he pushed his hard on into the taut body. Moaning softly, he buried himself in Erestor as his own body arched and he was unable to stop a growl escaping his lips and finding it’s home in the night air of the room.
Growling, Erestor pushed onto the hard flesh impaling him deeply before he was able to open his eyes. “You call *this* deep?” he dared the blond elf mischievously as he clenched the walls of his passage tightly around the other’s shaft.
“I have yet to start, Erestor,” the elda murmured with a passion filled voice as he started to rock into his lover, his erection slowly stroking the tight walls around it as he slid in and out the dark haired beauty’s body. Smirking with devilry at Erestor´s soft gasps and moans he lowered his body to be able to press his lips to the pale chest and shoulder to kiss them softly. “You were saying…” he purred, pleased with the submissive position the other elf had suddenly adopted.
Erestor´s body could not help but to lie there, letting Glorfindel do as he pleased with him, as he was only able to feel. Either the touches or the hot shaft sliding inside him, or the tempting swollen lips… he was only able to feel and react to the sensations. “Please,” he managed to babble incoherently as he writhed on the bed. “I need you.”
Taking pity on the moaning elf, he started to thrust deeply and swiftly into the warm body, finding with one of the thrusts Erestor´s prostate, and from then on, each thrust was addressed to the small hidden gland which would bring the dark haired elf the most pleasure.
Whimpering and arching into the mattress the Noldor elf whimpered again before moaning loudly into the air. It was more than a century since he had felt this way, and he would not be able to last much longer.
Growling loudly at the feeling of warm seed being spilled between their bodies, Glorfindel arched almost painfully and filled his lover with his seed. Erestor´s name fell smoothly; almost naturally from his lips as his climax overwhelmed him in waves of dizziness and warm feelings until they finally took him over. “Erestor” he whispered tiredly and panted for air.
Snorting softly, the chief advisor smirked as he opened his eyes to look at the golden haired elf, still deeply buried in his body. “Nay, love.” He smiled lifting a hand to stroke Glorfindel´s cheek softly.
Blinking in confusion, the elder elf focused his eyes on the Noldor elf’s ones; locking them together before a breath of apprehension and skepticism fell from his lips as they parted fearfully. “Hénduil?” he asked, still in disbelief as he noticed the well known zealous hazel eyes of his past, long time dead lover instead of Erestor´s tender shy green ones looking back at him.
Erestor´s lips twitched in an unusual, rather wicked, smirk for the counselor’s always soft tender features before he cocked his head to look better at his lover. The proud full smirk lingered on the alluring, bruised lips before the counselor’s head lolled limply to the side in the pillow.
“Erestor?” Glorfindel called, frightened that the Noldor elf was injured, if he was still in that body, as he assumed two souls could not occupy the same shell. Whimpering softly, Glorfindel noticed the candles of the room had been blown out by a cold breeze leaving only the candlesticks by the glass window to light the place.
Pulling gently out off Erestor´s inert body, Glorfindel stared in awe at the glass panels of the doors as elvish words were drawn perfectly in the steamed up crystal.
Mine, always…
Mine, always…
Mine, always…
Mine, always…
Mine, always…
Mine, always…
Mine, always…
Mine, always…
Mine, always…
And the words kept forming slowly until they covered both glass panels with the cyclic warning and reminder; *Mine, always* before Glorfindel´s stunned eyes were suddenly torn from the words to the mirror which shattered as if someone had punched a fisted hand into the middle of it.
Sighing softly, he closed his eyes stressfully as his arms tightened around Erestor´s empty figure whilst rocking the Noldor elf soothingly. “I am sorry,” he whispered, well aware that Erestor had never consented to this. “I am sorry.”
Sliding down the bed, Glorfindel cradled Erestor´s body in his arms and, stroking the smooth skin of the Noldor elf’s chest softly, he pulled the coverlets over them both, thinking of a way to explain whatever might have happened.
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Blinking sleepily, Erestor opened his eyes slowly to see the rising sun on the horizon and, managing to get an arm out from under the covers, he placed a hand on his brow to rub his fingers insistently over it. His breath caught in his chest as he noticed another body spooning behind him, and a gasp of surprise fell from his lips as he noticed they were both naked.
He shifted to see who the other person was and a small whimper formed in his throat as his rear pressed into the mattress. *What had he done?* He frowned in concentration as he could not recall his own actions the previous night, and a rather peculiar soreness originated in the small ring of muscle nestled between his cheeks.
“Erestor?” Glorfindel asked, blinking the glaze of his eyes away swiftly as he looked worriedly at his partner.
“What happened?” Erestor asked, shifting even more under the covers to get a better look at the golden haired elf’s face. “What? I can not remember how I ended up here, and… I … we…”
The elder elf sighed softly and nodded slowly. “Yes,” he confirmed, not needing to clarify the meaning of his words.
The chief advisor’s frown deepened with puzzlement. “How? The last thing I remember is you kissing me in the hallway and then going to my room… How did I end up here?” he asked almost desperately. “Tell me!” he inquired angrily as all he was getting from the blond elf was a guilty, puzzled look.
“I do not know,” Glorfindel spat anxiously, making the dark haired elf stand quickly from the bed to gather his clothes. “Erestor please,” he mumbled, not knowing what he was really pleading for.
Shaking his head with distress, Erestor got into his clothes, hissing slightly as the pants tightened around the sensitive flesh of his rear and, closing his eyes with pain, he bit back the tears. He liked Glorfindel, as he had never liked a male in the long years of his life but the last thing he wanted was not to be able to remember their first time together.
Not paying attention to the hand restraining his arm, Erestor hurried out off Glorfindel´s bedroom and into his own, wanting to take a bath before he had to start his chores of the day, because no matter what happened he could not let his work be neglected.
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Sitting in his chair, Erestor stared outside the window of his study. His eyes were lost somewhere in the green of the tree’s leaves and their slow dancing under the gentle wind, before he noticed his own hand, holding idly a quill, started to move with out him wanting it so.
Sighing, he put the quill down and held the trembling hand in the other one. For how long he had been staring blankly outside was a mystery to him, though it must have been for a long time, as his arm was completely numb and the sky had been covered with a dark cloak and thousands of little twinkling lights.
“Just go to bed, Erestor,” he mumbled to himself tiredly, pushing slowly away from the chair as he stood.
Taking the discarded robe from the back of his chair, he left his study.
As soon as he closed the door behind him, the chief advisor felt the familiar chilly sensation enveloping him once again before it suddenly left him. Blinking, he tried to focus his eyes in the dark hallway, but they were not cheating him, it was a light… a bright sphere of light floating in the middle of the dark.
Frowning, the Noldor elf could not help but draw closer. His natural curiosity for all the kinds of phenomena in Arda having nothing to do with his actions this time. Instead, he felt the need to follow the shiny sphere as it moved away from him; he felt he was not able to stop walking even if he had the will to try…
Having followed it along hallways and passages, the dark haired elf continued his chase as the appealing, mysterious orb disappeared showing him where he should follow it next...
“Erestor?” Lindir called as he noticed the advisor walking abstractedly along the corridor, but the chief advisor did not seem to notice him for he changed directions as soon as he got to the end of the passage. Unable to help himself, Lindir wondered what Erestor might want to do in the watching tower, but considered it was none of his concern. He thought that the elf Lord might be heading to meet a lover in the old watching tower of the house, then he continue his way to his own chambers.
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Standing by the window of the main library Glorfindel´s attention was caught by an ink container falling from the closest desk to the floor almost at his side.
The black liquid spilled swiftly along the marbled floor as it formed a black pool by the golden haired elf’s feet. “You have my attention now,” he murmured in irritation to the air, looking around. “What is that you want of me?” he asked, considering his question to be rather empty after what the ghost had written on his window. After what he had done…“What do you want now?” he asked calmly, knowing the Noldor elf to be safe as long as he, himself was not near him.
DaedEdaedEdEdaedE
DaedEdae
Glorfindel studied the letters. It did not make sense at all; those were not even words, only letters. Crouching by the puddle of ink the blond elf stared at the drawn letters carefully, trying to make some sense of them…
daedE daedE daedE
daedE daedE
It was a same pattern that seemed to repeated over and over. Distracted by lightening appearing from nowhere in the sky, Glorfindel glanced back at the glass window and his heart missed a beat as he saw his former lover’s ethereal form standing by the puddle of ink
His head snapped to look over his shoulder, only to find the air of the cold night and the darkness of the room. Blinking, he hurried his eyes to look once again at the window, and a gasp of fear and despair escape his parted lips as he rushed out off the room.
For the warning or threat could have not been clearer.
*E dead* it read backwards in the glass.
He was going to kill Erestor.
Hurrying along the dark halls, the elda collided with Lindir, who could always be found in the dark halls of the last homely house during the nights.
“Are you alright, Glorfindel?” Lindir asked softly and soothingly, holding both of the blond elf’s arms gently.
“Where is Erestor? Have you seen him tonight?”
Lindir frowned worriedly at Glorfindel´s unusually rushed actions but nodded. “He was heading to the unused watching tower…” he announced, watching his friend carefully. “Glorfindel are you alright?” he asked once again, as he had never seen the elda acting this way. “You are worrying me. You look as if you have seen a ghost.”
The golden haired elf locked eyes with Lindir for less than a second before he hurried along the corridors towards the old, unused tower.
Opening the wooden door, the blond elf froze at the entrance at the image of Erestor standing at the edge of the window frame…
The dark hair flew around the advisor’s body with the speeding wind as the fabric of his robe agitated around his body, making the thin form dance at the wind’s will. His head was slightly lolled to the side as if he was staring at a perfect magnificent piece of art, and though his attention was focused on some spot in the dark, his arms fell limply to both sides of his body, loose, and swinging from time to time with the roaring of the wind.
“Erestor” Glorfindel whispered softly so as not to startle the dark haired elf as he moved forward. “Stay still…” he pleaded, even though he was sure the chief advisor could not hear him…
“This…” Erestor whispered glancing over his shoulder to look at Glorfindel with big hazel colored eyes, pinning the eldar to his spot with a warning stare, “Is what happens when you hurt me…”
“I did not mean to hurt you,” the blond elf assured softly, trying to soothe Hénduil´s rage.
“I am not blind…” Erestor´s voice mumbled, distorted both by the wind and some other cause Glorfindel did not recognize. “I saw you flirting with him… I saw the longing in your eyes…I saw you kissing him in the hallway.”
“I am sorry,” Glorfindel murmured, not wanting to upset this *entity* any further with any actions.
Laughing softly, Erestor glanced once again at the dark now stormy night. “Mine, always…” he whispered, before stepping into the air and falling, disappearing out off Glorfindel´s sight.
Gasping, Glorfindel launched himself at the window and, looking down between the golden locks hitting his face furiously due the increasing speed of the wind; he discern the Noldor elf’s form hanging from one of the intricate adornments of the roof. Erestor´s robes have seemed to have tangled around it on the short fall, though it did not seem that sculpture would be able to be able to hold the heavy body for much longer.
Leaning as far as he could out off the window, he grasped the dark haired elf’s robe. “Erestor please take my hand…” he pleaded as he felt the sculpture breaking and the smooth fabric of the other’s robe sliding from his fingers. “Elbereth, I can not reach you,” he murmured to himself, trying to stretch even further and almost falling himself in the attempt, when strong hands tugged at his own robes to get him back inside and held him steady as Erestor´s head shifted to smile back at him longingly and adoringly even when a wickedest trace lingered in it.
“Only mine,” Erestor´s lips whispered with Hénduil´s mind, as one hand reached out to stroke Glorfindel´s cheek.
Taking advantage of the situation, the blond elf gripped the soft hand and arm tugged the hanging elf’s form to him. “I will not let you die,” he assured steadily, staring into the hazel eyes.
“You can not save him, as you could not save me,” he mocked, laughing.
Hissing as he felt the chief advisor slipping out off the firm grip he was applying to Erestor´s arm, Glorfindel tightened his hold and noticed the familiar ring on the advisor’s finger. He freed one hand to take it off. He soon regretted having done so as Erestor´s eyes changed from hazel to the usual green tonality and he felt the other’s body to slip even more away from him as the statue crumbled further and Erestor started to realize what was happening. “I will not let go,” Glorfindel assured steadily, getting Erestor´s attention with his tone and tightening his grip even more in a reassuring way. “I need you to shift and take my other hand. I will not let go of you,” he assured once again steadily.
Whimpering softly, the Noldor elf tried to climb as much as he could as he held onto Glorfindel´s arms. “I can not,” he murmured, trying to climb the sloping roof as he felt the hard and merciless rain start to hit his body.
“Yes, you can,” the blond elf said, closing his eyes slightly to find Erestor´s through the curtain of water falling around them, which was making things only worse than they already were. “Do not dare give up on me Erestor,” he warned, scolding teasingly. “I am holding you and will not let you fall,” he reassured, tugging the soaked body slightly up
Erestor´s eyes met Glorfindel´s reassuring ones and with a mental nod, for he did not actually move his head, he tried to climb as much as he could until he was able to wrap his arms along the elda´s neck. Something in the blond elf’s eyes made him not want to fall…something; he was not sure what it was, made him want to stay close the blond elf…
“I have you,” Glorfindel whispered to Erestor´s ebony hair as he wrapped his arms around the thin body, tugging the Noldor elf closer at the same time as he considered how he could get Erestor to back inside with out letting the other go. “You will have to climb over me and get to the window frame, once you are holding onto it I can tug you inside again.”
“I will hurt you,” Erestor raised his usually quiet voice so the other could hear him above the roaring wind as he clung closer to the strong body and arms holding him safe.
“You will not,” Glorfindel assured, urging the dark haired elf to do as he had said and before either could notice Erestor was hanging from the frame of the window instead of the elda´s body and Glorfindel was able to help the other inside again.
Wrapping his arms desperately around the eldar´s neck, Erestor clung to the other desperately as he soon realized what would have happened if he fell from that high onto the waterfalls beneath that window.
Elrond stopped at the door and frowned slightly at the soaked, trembling elves. “What?” he asked as Glorfindel gathered Erestor´s frightened figure tightly and safely in the nest of his caring arms. Though any question about to be formed by his lips at the moment faded when Glorfindel glanced up from the dark hair he was whispering to, to meet his eyes with a faint shake of head clearly asking him to leave any possible question for later.
Having passed out of a shocked state, Lindir moved forward into the small room, as he had been standing by his Lord all this time. Lindir himself had been the one to inform Elrond of Glorfindel´s rushed and strange behavior, and taking one of the old blankets from the bottom of the pile to avoid the dust that might have gathered in them, he placed it on Glorfindel´s shoulders.
Smiling softly at Lindir, Glorfindel nodded thankfully at the dark haired elf and wrapped the blanket over both himself and Erestor, never letting the younger, trembling elf leave his arms.
“You both need to get warm, let us go down to the hot streams,” Elrond murmured, not wanting to upset Erestor even more than he already was with the concern in his voice.
“I think, I will go to my chambers now,” the chief advisor murmured with a choked voice, pushing gently away from Glorfindel who did not release his hold on him, instead he embraced him closer.
Glorfindel glanced down as he felt Erestor´s hands clenching on his shirt and wavering slightly in his arms. “He needs to lie down. I will see he is alright Elrond. We can speak in the morning, and clear whatever doubt you might have of what you saw…”
“I did not …try to kill myself,” Erestor babbled tiredly, feeling his strength going away, leaving him weak and about to pass out. “I did not, I just… do not remember how I got there,” he murmured wearily, glancing at the elf Lord from his spot in the elda´s arms, snuggling closer as his body gave in to the trembling.
“He needs to rest now, we will talk of this tomorrow, though I assure you he is telling the truth,” Glorfindel spoke quietly, looking Elrond in the eyes before starting to lead the way to Erestor´s chambers.
Author: Celebrian.
E-mail: celebrian_lotr@livejournal.com
Web page: http://www.livejournal.com/users/celebrian_lotr/ & http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Celebrianlotrsfanfiction
Pairing: Glorfindel/ Erestor
Rating: R
Summary: Glorfindel´s past lover refuses to leave his beloved’s side and heart, even when he is nothing but a spirit wondering around the last homely house. What will this eerie teasing presence do when he discovers his always loyal lover to be interested in somebody else for the first time after he had died five hundred years ago?
Disclaimer: I don’t own them :o( But they all live in my mind.
Warnings: Angst/ Death issues
Author’s notes: Story submitted to the Melethryn Zine (http://www.melethryn.net/SkyFirePress/melethryn1-toc.html )
Elvish Translations: Atenio - Good night
Feedback: Is always rewarding.
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The dark haired elf entered one of the rooms that comprised the large library of Imladris. His study was meant to be connected to the last book-filled room at the end of the hallway, Erestor himself having asked for the most peaceful place to work and think. Even though this study was the furthest away from the rest of the library, he had also picked it for the beautiful, soothing landscape his eyes saw as he looked up from his desk.
And even though this was not the most luxurious room of all the ones he had been able to choose from, nor the largest one, he felt it was welcoming and cosy enough for him to want to spend entire days and nights in it.
Crossing the hallway connecting the rooms that comprised the library he reached the last one and, turning to his left, he opened the door to find his desk already swarming with parchments and maps and all that had gathered there in the brief time he slept during the night.
Sighing softly the chief advisor moved closer to the desk and, sitting on the stuffed chair, he started categorizing and ordering the papers that needed his attention first.
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Sighing softly, Glorfindel stepped off the bathroom ready to start a new day and, moving to the suddenly open doors heading to the balcony, he closed them, not wishing the chilly wind to make his room even more cold that it usually was.
Yawning into his hand sleepily, he shifted in his place as he noticed the doors crashing to the wall as if they had been unlocked again.
One of the panels of glass broke into a thousands pieces as the frame of one of the twin wings of the door collided to the wall briskly, yet the other seemed to have been stopped in it’s way to the opposite wall. And despite the increasing wind the door stayed held by the air as if by art of magic.
Staring at the immobile wing, Glorfindel closed his eyes slowly, wishing that somehow these things would stop happening to him, and somehow feeling safe knowing he had not been left behind.
Moving to the frozen door, the Elda held the frame and gently placed it by the wall, preventing the untouched glass from shattering as its twin recently had.
Crouching, he started to pick up the glass pieces, dropping them in a paper basket he kept by his desk and knowing he would have to blame himself again for having broken another door.
Glorfindel´s eyes lifted from his task at hand as he heard the soft click of the main door as it opened to reveal a worried Lindir entering his private chambers.
“Are you alright?” Lindir asked softly moving to crouch by Glorfindel and helping to pick up the shattered glass.
“Yes, I only forgot to lock the door.” Glorfindel smiled awkwardly at the dark haired elf. “Again,” he added, snorting softly to himself.
Lindir laughed softly. “Do not trouble yourself Glorfindel. We have lots of glass we can use to repair it,” he assured soothingly. “You have lots of things on your mind. It is only normal for you for you to miss the little things.”
Smiling awkwardly again, the elda went back to his task, silently picking up the pieces of glass as he considered once more the idea of telling Lindir what he thought, why these things always happened to him, but shaking his head faintly he remembered no one would believe his words.
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Glorfindel walked along the dark hallway of the library rooms, wanting to leave the papers he had recently finished checking on the new advisor’s desk so he could check them tomorrow at the first hour before Glorfindel handed them back to Elrond. Opening the door with out knocking he gasped as he noticed a dark haired elf still working, concentrating on the messy papers on his desk. “I am sorry. I thought…”
Lifting his gaze from the parchment he was reading Erestor looked at the golden haired elf and before he even noticed it, he was smiling to the other. “Is there something that I can do for you?” he asked softly and harmoniously.
The elder elf shook his head slowly, enthralled by the Noldor elf’s beauty. He had heard some comments regarding the new advisor’s looks but he had thought the other elves to be exaggerating. Apparently they were not. In fact, in his opinion, there was not word in the elvish or human language that would be fair to describe this creature’s beauty. All words seemed to be swallowed once you got to see the sparkly green emerald eyes contrasting with the dark hair around the pale, perfect face.
A crashing noise got both elves attention as one of the tapestries fell to the floor, causing a dull, muffled sound whilst meeting the cold marble.
Frowning slightly, the Noldor elf moved to the wall, finding the hooks perfectly attached to it and the tapestry’s loops in perfect state too. “Strange” he murmured to himself standing from his crouching position and folding the fallen fabric carefully in his arms as he walked to the nearest chair to leave it safely there until he was able to hang it again. “What can I do for you?” he asked the blond elf who was still staring at the folded fabric with a strange expression on his face.
“I am sorry.” Glorfindel blushed slightly, perhaps the first time he had blushed in decades. “I thought you might have been sleeping by now…You are Erestor? Am I correct?” he asked, making sure this was the new advisor.
Erestor smiled softly and nodding, he looked curiously at Glorfindel. “I am and you must be Glorfindel?” He frowned slightly as he waited for confirmation and smiled once again as he got it with a nod from the other’s head. “It is nice to meet you,” he said, practically in a whisper as it was his custom. “Please sit,” he offered, going back to his place. “Elrond had mentioned your work to me and that we are to work together sometimes. I was hoping to meet you soon,” he assured. “Can I offer you something to drink?”
The blond elf shook his head slowly, still a little dazzled by Erestor´s beauty though he did manage not to stare this time. “No thank, you,” he murmured as softly as the other had spoken. “As I was saying, I did not think I would find anyone here and I only meant to bring this for you to check tomorrow at the first hour,” he explained, handing the rolled papers to the dark haired elf. “I have just finished checking it, on the second sheet are my thoughts regarding the problem.”
Nodding slowly, Erestor leaned back in his chair and unrolled the scrolls, reading slowly and nodding again. “I will check it as soon as possible,” he said, glancing up.
“I did not mean to interrupt your work,” Glorfindel excused himself once more, only to find a reassuring smile forming on Erestor´s lips. “I do usually knock before entering a room,” he joked lightly.
“There is no problem,” Erestor certain once again, laughing softly. “It is past midnight, you could not possible know I was still here.”
“Oh, but I should have thought you might, I am usually found at my desk past midnight as well, and so is Elrond.” He sighed softly. “It is a miracle we manage to get some sleep sometimes. There is always something to do in Imladris.”
“I have noticed.” Erestor shook his head sighing softly. “I arrived but the day before yesterday and I have barely left the house. I think I have passed from my chambers to the study and that would be all I have seen of the last homely house.”
“If you would allow me; let me give you some advice? Take it easy,” he murmured after the Noldor elf’s nod. “Do not let the work consume your life. You might want to finish everything on your desk before the day ends and you might manage to do so, but before you can even notice it, you will find your desk brimming with work to do once again in a few minutes time.”
Erestor nodded, considering the words carefully. “I will keep that in mind,” he assured, looking at the golden haired eldar before him, offering a thankful smile.
Smiling back at the dark haired elf Glorfindel felt a cold shiver running along his spine and he felt as if a freezing hand was pressed to his neck squeezing tightly, warningly. “I will leave you to your work now,” he murmured softly, standing from his chair as he shivered slightly. “Atenio.” He bowed politely before leaving the room.
The shivers in his body increased as he felt the cold sensation overwhelming him with a freezing embrace as soon as he closed the door behind him.
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Looking at the door Erestor smiled, blushing slightly. He had never in his life felt this kind of attraction for another male. Glancing at the parchment resting on his desk he sighed softly and stood, yawning into his hand. Pinching the few lit candles off, he left his study, heading to his private chambers for a night of sleep.
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“What are you doing?” Glorfindel asked blinking the glaze from his eyes.
“Kissing your chest,” came the muffled replied, sending small puffs of warm breath to collide with his awakened skin.
“Why?”
“Why do you think?” Hénduil asked, but in a teasing purr as he pressed open mouthed kisses to the bare pale chest. “I know you are cold… I just want to warm you up.” He spoke softly to the warm skin his lips were teasingly kissing.
Closing his eyes, the golden haired elf surrendered to the pleasurable ministrations his long time lover was gifting him with. “This feels so real,” he whispered, amazed at the vivid sensation as the other’s fingers played along the waist of his sleeping pants. “You feel so real.” He breathed out softly as the soft lips encircled his nipple.
“Then it must be real,” the musical, enthralling voice answered simply, never stopping his ministrations on the other’s body as his hands slid inside the light pants and moving down, they slowly pushed the pants down Glorfindel´s body.
“It… can not be.” The golden haired eldar gasped as he felt the silky lips wrapping around his hard on. “Can’t,” he mumbled incoherently as his hips pushed upwards clumsily, moaning faintly into the air of the chilly night.
Thrusting deep into the warm and welcoming cavity, Glorfindel found his release not much time later, the expert lips and tongue knowing exactly what to do to push him to the edge.
Hénduil´s name fell from his lips as he managed to focus his eyes on his lover’s face, only to see him look back tenderly at him, before vanishing as it always did.
“I am real,” came the distant whisper as he woke.
Glancing around the darkness of his room, Glorfindel found himself alone. Reaching under the covers he found the sleeping pants still laced at his waist, though the evidence of his pleasure was clearly present in them as he felt the now sticky fabric pressing to his flaccid flesh.
Swallowing hard, the elda leaned back, unable to leave his bed at the moment. The experience had felt too real for him, making him wonder for a second if his lover might be alive, might still come out off the bathroom or cross the main door of his bedroom. But he knew it would never happen. Hénduil had left over five hundred years ago and all he had left now was a tender memory of what he had considered to be the most important elf in his life, the one he thought had really loved him.
Shifting in the bed Glorfindel pressed his face to the pillow, allowing the soft fabric to clean his tears away and tugging the coverlets over his trembling body he closed his eyes hoping the empty sensation he felt would eventually leave him with the passing of the years. And even knowing the long time he had lived with it, he still hoped it would go away. He could do no more than hope that things would change…
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Erestor glanced up from his book to see the darkening sky as he heard it rumble above him menacingly. Sighing softly, the Noldor elf closed his book carefully before standing from his place at the feet of his now favourite tree to head back to the house. Hiding the book among the thick fabric of his robes and tunic, he hoped the precious object would stay safe there, yet he knew the possibilities of it being soaked when he got to the last homely house where at least ninety percent. Hurrying through the thick vegetation of Imladris, he felt the first droplets of rain falling onto his dark, silky, always perfect hair and face.
“Erestor,” called a not so distant voice, making him look to his right side and he could not help but smile beamingly when he noticed Glorfindel and his loyal mare making a turning off the main path as they headed to where he was. “You are soaked.” Glorfindel smirked at the alluring image of the dark haired counsellor dripping with water all over his hair and body. That small droplet lingering on Erestor´s lower lip made him centre his attention on the pale lips for a moment, before he focused on the gentle green eyes, blinking the raindrops away from his eyes from time to time.
“So are you,” Erestor pointed out cunningly, amused as his eyes followed the rain pouring down Glorfindel´s lovely features, the thin lines of water making his mind waver slightly as he felt his heart pounding faster in his chest.
“Aye, we both are.” Glorfindel laughed softly holding out an arm for Erestor, helping the dark haired beauty onto the back of his mare. “I assume you were heading to the house?” he asked, swallowing tightly as he felt the long careful arms of the other elf wrapping along his waist. He had not been this physically close to another elf in a long, long time. Well, he might have been, but it felt different with Erestor. He had not felt this guilt nor this tingling sensation in his entire body since before Hénduil, and he was not sure if it was even the same... He had cared for Hénduil but despite how hard he had tried, he had never loved as the other elf did, if he had he would have not been able to survive Hénduil´s passing as he did…
“I was,” Erestor murmured softly, fighting the urge to lean into the blond elf’s back and rest his chin on Glorfindel´s shoulder. Instead he made sure to hold himself steady, but stay at a relatively respectable distance, or at least as respectable as he could whilst riding the same horse, and eventually sliding closer to the other elf’s body in the saddle as Isilme started a steady pace.
Glorfindel´s eyes fluttered close as he felt the other’s chest press to his back, and finally daring to breath again he left a contented sigh escape his lips. He was loving the way he felt having Erestor so close, it felt so right, and natural...
Closing his eyes, the dark haired elf concentrated on the sweet sent of Glorfindel´s clothes, and a soft smile formed in his lips as he recognized his favourite fragrance on the elda. “Vanilla,” he murmured in a whisper as he came to realize what that sweet smell was.
“What?” Glorfindel asked absently, glancing over his shoulder to see the blushing face of the dark haired advisor, causing him to smile, though part of him could not help but notice how young Erestor could look sometimes.
“Vanilla,” Erestor repeated, as he knew there was no way he was going to get away without explaining what he had in mind. “Your perfume has a vanilla base…”
“Oh, yes,” Glorfindel laughed softly. “It is one of my favourite scents,” he assured before his eyes went back to the path, already eyeing the house from their place on the path.
Blushing deeply, Erestor was thankful the blond elf was now looking ahead and, sighing softly, his eyes focused on the house.
Helping Erestor down from his mare, Glorfindel glanced down at the soaked elf and smirked, shaking his head slowly. “You should go have a hot bath; otherwise you will get a cold.”
Sneezing softly, the chief advisor wrinkled his nose slowly before glancing up at Glorfindel. “I will,” he assured. “You should listen to your own advice and do the same,” he pointed out as he followed the dripping water on the blond elf’s features.
“I will, as soon as I make sure Isilme is warm in the stables. I will see you later.” He bowed politely before urging the horse to a steady gallop, wondering if Erestor would be interested in joining him for a night walk sometime.
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Pushing his hair absently behind his ear, Erestor studied the map carefully, cocking his head slightly to the side to watch the paper from another point of view, before he stood and watched it from even another one. “I do not think I can fix it,” he stated after some consideration. “I can remake it if you want.”
Glorfindel sighed softly and nodded. “I thought it might have no solution. I just wanted to have your opinion as well.”
“How did you spill the ink over the map?” the Noldor elf asked, puzzled after having seen Glorfindel work and not quite believing that the elda had forgotten to place the ink in a safe place. Not twice in the same week at least.
“I was distracted and pushed it with my other hand,” Glorfindel explained absently as he watched Erestor nod slowly, not quite believing his excuse regarding the map but thankful he chose not to ask more questions regarding it. “I was…wondering, if you would like to join me tonight? I usually go for a walk after dinner and I …” Sighing softly, Glorfindel’s as well as Erestor´s gaze moved to the window door heading to the small terrace, which slowly opened. Chewing his lip Glorfindel watched Erestor go close it as if it was a natural thing for the doors to open by themselves.
“I swear I had locked them,” Erestor murmured closing the doors again and making sure he locked them this time. “Luckily there was no wind, they would have broken otherwise.” He sighed softly, moving back to the blond elf’s side, and a small frown formed on his brow as he noticed Glorfindel´s lack of colour. “Are you alright?” he asked worriedly, pressing a tender palm to the elda´s cheek.
Smiling down at the chief advisor of the city, Glorfindel nodded slowly. “I am,” he assured as he noticed the concerned look lingering on Erestor´s features.
Sighing softly, Erestor nodded in agreement even though he did not believe Glorfindel to be alright. How could he, when he was still looking as if he had seen a ghost?
“I have to go now,” the elder elf snapped. “I have many papers and a map that need my attention today.”
“I told you, I can take care of the map if you want,” Erestor reminded softly, smiling sweetly at the eldar.
“Nay, I would rather be late for dinner and see you there than let you help me with the map and not see you at all,” he said, heading to the door.
Erestor blushed, *Where they flirting?* he asked himself puzzled, not sure of what his relationship with Glorfindel was going to end up being. “I will be there…”
Glancing back, Glorfindel smiled at Erestor and, bowing politely, he left the dark haired elf’s study, only to see a vessel falling from a not distant table to crash harshly to the floor.
Sighing he shook his head, determined to leave the past in the past, where it should have always been left. He had not felt this way in a long time and he had forgotten how much he missed loving in the way he thought he might end up loving Erestor...
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Moving to sit behind his desk once again, Erestor smiled when he heard the soft knocking on the door, half hoping it was Glorfindel who had forgotten to tell him something. He did not care much what the excuse was; he only knew he wanted the blond elf back with him. Even if it was only to sit by the window and be quiet.
“Come in,” he called softly, glancing at the opening door which revealed a blond elf different from the one he had in mind. Smiling at his saddening heart, he asked the unfamiliar blond elf to enter. In fact, Erestor thought he had never seen this elf before but then again, he had too little time in Imladris to know every single elf, even if the blond ones were not in the majority in this city.
Leaning back in his chair as the strange elf approached, he could not help but notice the materials of the robes and the braided hair. That fashion was only used in Gondolin, and the clothes were made with an old textile rarely used in the present time. “What is that I can do for you?” he asked politely, pushing his pointless wondering aside.
“I bring word from the craft-elf you ordered the pendant from. He has asked me to tell you that the pendant was impossible to do, but instead he prepared this…” He offered a small velvet package to the dark haired elf. “He has told me if you do not like it, that he can take the stone off intact and give it back to you.”
Taking the offered velvety bag, he opened it carefully to take out a white gold ring, a very simple band adorned with one main blue stone and crafted rivulets on the sides. “He had told me the pendant could be done, what was the problem?” he asked curiously, glancing at the blond elf before he went back to studying the ring. It was indeed a beautiful piece of jewellery.
“I do not know my Lord, he just handed me this and asked me to hand it to you in person.”
Nodding slowly, Erestor looked up the blond elf whilst his fingers played idly with the golden ring. “I do like it, but this is not the stone I left for the pendant”
“Is it not?” the blond elf asked, frowning. “I did not know. I was only told to bring Lord Erestor this.” He shrugged slightly.
“Perhaps I should discuss this with Gildor in person.” Erestor sighed softly, letting the white golden ring slid back into the safety of the little velvety bag before handing it to the other elf who shook one hand slowly, not wanting to take the ring again.
“You keep it until you talk to him. I think he will be there at seven or so, he had some things to do, if I am not mistaken.”
“Are you sure you would not rather take it back to him? This is a valuable piece of jewellery,” Erestor asked, concerned the other could be reprimanded if this one had committed a mistake in bringing the wrong item to him.
“I am sure my Lord.” The blond elf nodded.
“Very well, then you can go back to your chores.” The Noldor elf dismissed the blond elf politely as he placed the ring in his pocket, and watched the other elf close the door behind him. He remembered he had forgotten to ask him if he knew anything about Elrond’s hair clip, or if he could ask the jeweller to work faster on it. But as he opened the door practically as the blond elf had closed it, he found no one on the other side. The hallway and the following room were ghostly empty and only a cold breeze could be sensed in the air that made Erestor shiver hard as he brought both arms to rest crossed over his chest.
Sighing softly, the chief advisor entered the study again, slowly closing the door behind him and thankful the fire was roaring he moved towards it, as he considered how the elf had seemed to have vanished.
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“Thank you for having invited me to walk with you.” Erestor spoke softly as they walked along the barely illuminated hallway to their respective rooms which were in the same wing of the house. “It might have taken me a month or even more to see the waterfalls in the moonlight if not for your invitation.”
Glorfindel smiled and nodded. “I believe so too,” he laughed softly making the Noldor elf blush. “Though I have to admit this might actually be a good thing, for you to be so consumed by your work.”
“You are in no condition to speak, Glorfindel, not when I found you asleep over your desk in the middle of the morning wearing the same clothes of the day before.” Erestor chuckled softly and amused.
Laughing softly, Glorfindel blushed faintly, feeling extremely comfortable with this elf teasing him. “I might have fallen asleep last night, but I do attend all meals and *usually* put a stop to my chores after them.” Smiling at Erestor´s bogus annoyed expression regarding the scolding; he stopped in his place as they had reached Erestor´s chamber doors.
“You were saying my preoccupation for my work could be a good thing?” the chief advisor asked, frowning slightly and faking a concerned, inquisitive look before he gave up and smiled at the blond elf.
Glorfindel smirked and nodded as his ocean blue eyes met Erestor´s green ones. “Might be good; if you let me be the one tempting you to leave it undone.”
“Do you want to tempt me Glorfindel?” the Noldor elf asked with a husky voice, as he let the other elf pin him to the wall by moving impishly forward so his body was now both pressed to the wall and Glorfindel´s. Erestor felt long strong arms sliding along his waist as Glorfindel leaned slightly to cover his lips with his own.
Gasping softly into the kiss with surprise and awe at the new sensation, he purred softly against Glorfindel´s parted lips as both his arms snaked along the elda´s neck to bring Glorfindel closer, urging the other to deepen the kiss.
Both their lips pressed together and their tongues duelled for dominance, though the chief advisor found it much more enjoyable to let his partner take the lead in the kiss, enjoying the submissive role more than he ever thought he would.
Pressing his brow to Erestor´s, Glorfindel smiled as he noticed the dark beauty’s closed eyes and playfully nuzzled Erestor´s nose before he pressed a new, almost chaste kiss to the now somewhat swollen alluring lips.
“That was tempting,” the dark haired elf purred, smiling as his eyelashes fluttered open to reveal passion darkened green eyes.
“Indeed, it was.” Glorfindel smiled, unable to help but to press closer to the other’s body, wining with this deed a gasp from Erestor´s lips as his own need pressed into the Noldor elf’s one.
Erestor trembled hard as he felt a harsh cold surrounding him and a hard tug on his hair that almost made his head jerk to the side.
“What is it?” Glorfindel asked frowning worriedly, and pushing away to look at Erestor better.
“Nothing,” Erestor sighed softly crossing the arms over his chest once again. “I am just cold…” He shook his head. “I am sorry,” he whispered, as he noticed Glorfindel´s concerned features.
“Are you sure? There was nothing else?” The blond elf asked worriedly as he could have sworn that Erestor´s expression had been of pain seconds ago.
“Yes.” Erestor smiled, blushing slightly as he nodded. “I am alright,” he assured. “I must be tired.” He shrugged slightly, having no explanation for what he had felt and knowing that the excuse of having felt as if someone had giving his dark locks a hard tug would sound as if he was only trying to get away from the situation. “I am sorry,” he mumbled again, looking at his arms on his chest.
Sighing softly, Glorfindel moved closer again and, gently cupping the dark haired elf’s chin in his fingers, he urged Erestor to look up until their eyes could meet each other. “You have nothing to apologize for,” he said, smiling reassuringly. “You should go get some sleep,” he murmured, stroking the soft, pale cheek tenderly, before kissing it softly. “I will see you tomorrow,” he assured, before pulling back and letting Erestor open the door to his chambers.
“Sweet dreams,” Erestor murmured softly before entering his room, and having closed the door behind him, he leaned against it cursing himself in every language he knew for his childish reaction. Since when was he so susceptible to the cold weather? Since when did he become so nervous when kissed?
Reaching inside his pocket absently, he frowned as he noticed something he had forgotten he had placed there. Taking the small bag out, he took the ring and placed it on his finger. The blond elf having told him again that the craft-elf had made it for no one in particular and having no particular interest in it, he was planning on giving it to the first elf that liked it.
It fitted perfectly on his finger. The white gold and the stones made the perfect combination, as though the ring found it’s place on his finger. Erestor felt suddenly tired and closing his eyes he felt himself falling asleep.
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Glorfindel opened his robe and threw it uncaringly onto the chair before tugging the shirt out off the waistline of his pants.
Letting the shirt slid of his body above his head he glanced at the door as he heard it opening. “Erestor?” he asked, frowning in disbelief as he acknowledged the dark haired elf entering his chambers with out having knocked and who was now moving catlike towards him. “Erestor?” he asked once again, frowning as the Noldor elf came to stand before him and two slender arms wrapped around his waist, pulling Glorfindel closer to the other body. Before the elda could manage to ask any question he found his lips been assaulted by Erestor´s demanding ones.
Whimpering into the kiss, Glorfindel slid his arms almost hungrily around the other elf’s body, pressing the dark haired elf closer to him as he deepened the kiss.
The whimpers, moans and muffled sounds mixed in the air as both elves pressed desperately closer to each other as they deepened the kiss, feeling as if both had been starving for the other.
“Elbereth,” Glorfindel panted as he broke the kiss, desperately needing air.
“Take me,” came the husky voice as Erestor kissed and bit the pale flesh of his lover’s neck and chest. “I want you to take me now.”
Glorfindel growled softly, arching into the hands, lips and tongue as he absently wondered how the other knew exactly where to touch, lick or bite to make him burn with need and desire.
“Deep…Hard… Fast…” he purred, tracing a straight line along the middle of Glorfindel´s chest to his navel, licking around it until the tip moved down until it found the restraining pants. “That is how I want you inside me,” he purred, glancing up and smirking with pleasure when his lover’s urgent hands hauled him up to clumsily push his shirt off and lead him to the bed, making him collapse onto the soft mattress inelegantly.
Not wanting to waste more time, the Noldor elf removed his pants at the same time as Glorfindel did so, and moaned when the blond elf covered his slimmer body with his own as he pressed up, brushing their bodies together whilst parting his legs welcomingly.
Glorfindel growled both with need and astonishment, not quite able to discern Erestor´s change of behaviour but unable to put a stop to the situation to think about it. Taking the offered phial of oil, Glorfindel uncorked it easily and coated his fingers with the clear scented liquid before pushing one finger inside the tight passage. The situation was such that he was not able to let him tease his lover as he usually might have done.
Closing his eyes in pleasure with a pleased moan, Erestor pushed onto the slippery finger eagerly before he welcomed a second and a third one to stroke the tight walls of the untouched passage. “So long…” he moaned hoarsely, needfully.
Gasping with pleasure Glorfindel set his fingers free before he pushed his hard on into the taut body. Moaning softly, he buried himself in Erestor as his own body arched and he was unable to stop a growl escaping his lips and finding it’s home in the night air of the room.
Growling, Erestor pushed onto the hard flesh impaling him deeply before he was able to open his eyes. “You call *this* deep?” he dared the blond elf mischievously as he clenched the walls of his passage tightly around the other’s shaft.
“I have yet to start, Erestor,” the elda murmured with a passion filled voice as he started to rock into his lover, his erection slowly stroking the tight walls around it as he slid in and out the dark haired beauty’s body. Smirking with devilry at Erestor´s soft gasps and moans he lowered his body to be able to press his lips to the pale chest and shoulder to kiss them softly. “You were saying…” he purred, pleased with the submissive position the other elf had suddenly adopted.
Erestor´s body could not help but to lie there, letting Glorfindel do as he pleased with him, as he was only able to feel. Either the touches or the hot shaft sliding inside him, or the tempting swollen lips… he was only able to feel and react to the sensations. “Please,” he managed to babble incoherently as he writhed on the bed. “I need you.”
Taking pity on the moaning elf, he started to thrust deeply and swiftly into the warm body, finding with one of the thrusts Erestor´s prostate, and from then on, each thrust was addressed to the small hidden gland which would bring the dark haired elf the most pleasure.
Whimpering and arching into the mattress the Noldor elf whimpered again before moaning loudly into the air. It was more than a century since he had felt this way, and he would not be able to last much longer.
Growling loudly at the feeling of warm seed being spilled between their bodies, Glorfindel arched almost painfully and filled his lover with his seed. Erestor´s name fell smoothly; almost naturally from his lips as his climax overwhelmed him in waves of dizziness and warm feelings until they finally took him over. “Erestor” he whispered tiredly and panted for air.
Snorting softly, the chief advisor smirked as he opened his eyes to look at the golden haired elf, still deeply buried in his body. “Nay, love.” He smiled lifting a hand to stroke Glorfindel´s cheek softly.
Blinking in confusion, the elder elf focused his eyes on the Noldor elf’s ones; locking them together before a breath of apprehension and skepticism fell from his lips as they parted fearfully. “Hénduil?” he asked, still in disbelief as he noticed the well known zealous hazel eyes of his past, long time dead lover instead of Erestor´s tender shy green ones looking back at him.
Erestor´s lips twitched in an unusual, rather wicked, smirk for the counselor’s always soft tender features before he cocked his head to look better at his lover. The proud full smirk lingered on the alluring, bruised lips before the counselor’s head lolled limply to the side in the pillow.
“Erestor?” Glorfindel called, frightened that the Noldor elf was injured, if he was still in that body, as he assumed two souls could not occupy the same shell. Whimpering softly, Glorfindel noticed the candles of the room had been blown out by a cold breeze leaving only the candlesticks by the glass window to light the place.
Pulling gently out off Erestor´s inert body, Glorfindel stared in awe at the glass panels of the doors as elvish words were drawn perfectly in the steamed up crystal.
Mine, always…
Mine, always…
Mine, always…
Mine, always…
Mine, always…
Mine, always…
Mine, always…
Mine, always…
Mine, always…
And the words kept forming slowly until they covered both glass panels with the cyclic warning and reminder; *Mine, always* before Glorfindel´s stunned eyes were suddenly torn from the words to the mirror which shattered as if someone had punched a fisted hand into the middle of it.
Sighing softly, he closed his eyes stressfully as his arms tightened around Erestor´s empty figure whilst rocking the Noldor elf soothingly. “I am sorry,” he whispered, well aware that Erestor had never consented to this. “I am sorry.”
Sliding down the bed, Glorfindel cradled Erestor´s body in his arms and, stroking the smooth skin of the Noldor elf’s chest softly, he pulled the coverlets over them both, thinking of a way to explain whatever might have happened.
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Blinking sleepily, Erestor opened his eyes slowly to see the rising sun on the horizon and, managing to get an arm out from under the covers, he placed a hand on his brow to rub his fingers insistently over it. His breath caught in his chest as he noticed another body spooning behind him, and a gasp of surprise fell from his lips as he noticed they were both naked.
He shifted to see who the other person was and a small whimper formed in his throat as his rear pressed into the mattress. *What had he done?* He frowned in concentration as he could not recall his own actions the previous night, and a rather peculiar soreness originated in the small ring of muscle nestled between his cheeks.
“Erestor?” Glorfindel asked, blinking the glaze of his eyes away swiftly as he looked worriedly at his partner.
“What happened?” Erestor asked, shifting even more under the covers to get a better look at the golden haired elf’s face. “What? I can not remember how I ended up here, and… I … we…”
The elder elf sighed softly and nodded slowly. “Yes,” he confirmed, not needing to clarify the meaning of his words.
The chief advisor’s frown deepened with puzzlement. “How? The last thing I remember is you kissing me in the hallway and then going to my room… How did I end up here?” he asked almost desperately. “Tell me!” he inquired angrily as all he was getting from the blond elf was a guilty, puzzled look.
“I do not know,” Glorfindel spat anxiously, making the dark haired elf stand quickly from the bed to gather his clothes. “Erestor please,” he mumbled, not knowing what he was really pleading for.
Shaking his head with distress, Erestor got into his clothes, hissing slightly as the pants tightened around the sensitive flesh of his rear and, closing his eyes with pain, he bit back the tears. He liked Glorfindel, as he had never liked a male in the long years of his life but the last thing he wanted was not to be able to remember their first time together.
Not paying attention to the hand restraining his arm, Erestor hurried out off Glorfindel´s bedroom and into his own, wanting to take a bath before he had to start his chores of the day, because no matter what happened he could not let his work be neglected.
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Sitting in his chair, Erestor stared outside the window of his study. His eyes were lost somewhere in the green of the tree’s leaves and their slow dancing under the gentle wind, before he noticed his own hand, holding idly a quill, started to move with out him wanting it so.
Sighing, he put the quill down and held the trembling hand in the other one. For how long he had been staring blankly outside was a mystery to him, though it must have been for a long time, as his arm was completely numb and the sky had been covered with a dark cloak and thousands of little twinkling lights.
“Just go to bed, Erestor,” he mumbled to himself tiredly, pushing slowly away from the chair as he stood.
Taking the discarded robe from the back of his chair, he left his study.
As soon as he closed the door behind him, the chief advisor felt the familiar chilly sensation enveloping him once again before it suddenly left him. Blinking, he tried to focus his eyes in the dark hallway, but they were not cheating him, it was a light… a bright sphere of light floating in the middle of the dark.
Frowning, the Noldor elf could not help but draw closer. His natural curiosity for all the kinds of phenomena in Arda having nothing to do with his actions this time. Instead, he felt the need to follow the shiny sphere as it moved away from him; he felt he was not able to stop walking even if he had the will to try…
Having followed it along hallways and passages, the dark haired elf continued his chase as the appealing, mysterious orb disappeared showing him where he should follow it next...
“Erestor?” Lindir called as he noticed the advisor walking abstractedly along the corridor, but the chief advisor did not seem to notice him for he changed directions as soon as he got to the end of the passage. Unable to help himself, Lindir wondered what Erestor might want to do in the watching tower, but considered it was none of his concern. He thought that the elf Lord might be heading to meet a lover in the old watching tower of the house, then he continue his way to his own chambers.
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Standing by the window of the main library Glorfindel´s attention was caught by an ink container falling from the closest desk to the floor almost at his side.
The black liquid spilled swiftly along the marbled floor as it formed a black pool by the golden haired elf’s feet. “You have my attention now,” he murmured in irritation to the air, looking around. “What is that you want of me?” he asked, considering his question to be rather empty after what the ghost had written on his window. After what he had done…“What do you want now?” he asked calmly, knowing the Noldor elf to be safe as long as he, himself was not near him.
DaedEdaedEdEdaedE
DaedEdae
Glorfindel studied the letters. It did not make sense at all; those were not even words, only letters. Crouching by the puddle of ink the blond elf stared at the drawn letters carefully, trying to make some sense of them…
daedE daedE daedE
daedE daedE
It was a same pattern that seemed to repeated over and over. Distracted by lightening appearing from nowhere in the sky, Glorfindel glanced back at the glass window and his heart missed a beat as he saw his former lover’s ethereal form standing by the puddle of ink
His head snapped to look over his shoulder, only to find the air of the cold night and the darkness of the room. Blinking, he hurried his eyes to look once again at the window, and a gasp of fear and despair escape his parted lips as he rushed out off the room.
For the warning or threat could have not been clearer.
*E dead* it read backwards in the glass.
He was going to kill Erestor.
Hurrying along the dark halls, the elda collided with Lindir, who could always be found in the dark halls of the last homely house during the nights.
“Are you alright, Glorfindel?” Lindir asked softly and soothingly, holding both of the blond elf’s arms gently.
“Where is Erestor? Have you seen him tonight?”
Lindir frowned worriedly at Glorfindel´s unusually rushed actions but nodded. “He was heading to the unused watching tower…” he announced, watching his friend carefully. “Glorfindel are you alright?” he asked once again, as he had never seen the elda acting this way. “You are worrying me. You look as if you have seen a ghost.”
The golden haired elf locked eyes with Lindir for less than a second before he hurried along the corridors towards the old, unused tower.
Opening the wooden door, the blond elf froze at the entrance at the image of Erestor standing at the edge of the window frame…
The dark hair flew around the advisor’s body with the speeding wind as the fabric of his robe agitated around his body, making the thin form dance at the wind’s will. His head was slightly lolled to the side as if he was staring at a perfect magnificent piece of art, and though his attention was focused on some spot in the dark, his arms fell limply to both sides of his body, loose, and swinging from time to time with the roaring of the wind.
“Erestor” Glorfindel whispered softly so as not to startle the dark haired elf as he moved forward. “Stay still…” he pleaded, even though he was sure the chief advisor could not hear him…
“This…” Erestor whispered glancing over his shoulder to look at Glorfindel with big hazel colored eyes, pinning the eldar to his spot with a warning stare, “Is what happens when you hurt me…”
“I did not mean to hurt you,” the blond elf assured softly, trying to soothe Hénduil´s rage.
“I am not blind…” Erestor´s voice mumbled, distorted both by the wind and some other cause Glorfindel did not recognize. “I saw you flirting with him… I saw the longing in your eyes…I saw you kissing him in the hallway.”
“I am sorry,” Glorfindel murmured, not wanting to upset this *entity* any further with any actions.
Laughing softly, Erestor glanced once again at the dark now stormy night. “Mine, always…” he whispered, before stepping into the air and falling, disappearing out off Glorfindel´s sight.
Gasping, Glorfindel launched himself at the window and, looking down between the golden locks hitting his face furiously due the increasing speed of the wind; he discern the Noldor elf’s form hanging from one of the intricate adornments of the roof. Erestor´s robes have seemed to have tangled around it on the short fall, though it did not seem that sculpture would be able to be able to hold the heavy body for much longer.
Leaning as far as he could out off the window, he grasped the dark haired elf’s robe. “Erestor please take my hand…” he pleaded as he felt the sculpture breaking and the smooth fabric of the other’s robe sliding from his fingers. “Elbereth, I can not reach you,” he murmured to himself, trying to stretch even further and almost falling himself in the attempt, when strong hands tugged at his own robes to get him back inside and held him steady as Erestor´s head shifted to smile back at him longingly and adoringly even when a wickedest trace lingered in it.
“Only mine,” Erestor´s lips whispered with Hénduil´s mind, as one hand reached out to stroke Glorfindel´s cheek.
Taking advantage of the situation, the blond elf gripped the soft hand and arm tugged the hanging elf’s form to him. “I will not let you die,” he assured steadily, staring into the hazel eyes.
“You can not save him, as you could not save me,” he mocked, laughing.
Hissing as he felt the chief advisor slipping out off the firm grip he was applying to Erestor´s arm, Glorfindel tightened his hold and noticed the familiar ring on the advisor’s finger. He freed one hand to take it off. He soon regretted having done so as Erestor´s eyes changed from hazel to the usual green tonality and he felt the other’s body to slip even more away from him as the statue crumbled further and Erestor started to realize what was happening. “I will not let go,” Glorfindel assured steadily, getting Erestor´s attention with his tone and tightening his grip even more in a reassuring way. “I need you to shift and take my other hand. I will not let go of you,” he assured once again steadily.
Whimpering softly, the Noldor elf tried to climb as much as he could as he held onto Glorfindel´s arms. “I can not,” he murmured, trying to climb the sloping roof as he felt the hard and merciless rain start to hit his body.
“Yes, you can,” the blond elf said, closing his eyes slightly to find Erestor´s through the curtain of water falling around them, which was making things only worse than they already were. “Do not dare give up on me Erestor,” he warned, scolding teasingly. “I am holding you and will not let you fall,” he reassured, tugging the soaked body slightly up
Erestor´s eyes met Glorfindel´s reassuring ones and with a mental nod, for he did not actually move his head, he tried to climb as much as he could until he was able to wrap his arms along the elda´s neck. Something in the blond elf’s eyes made him not want to fall…something; he was not sure what it was, made him want to stay close the blond elf…
“I have you,” Glorfindel whispered to Erestor´s ebony hair as he wrapped his arms around the thin body, tugging the Noldor elf closer at the same time as he considered how he could get Erestor to back inside with out letting the other go. “You will have to climb over me and get to the window frame, once you are holding onto it I can tug you inside again.”
“I will hurt you,” Erestor raised his usually quiet voice so the other could hear him above the roaring wind as he clung closer to the strong body and arms holding him safe.
“You will not,” Glorfindel assured, urging the dark haired elf to do as he had said and before either could notice Erestor was hanging from the frame of the window instead of the elda´s body and Glorfindel was able to help the other inside again.
Wrapping his arms desperately around the eldar´s neck, Erestor clung to the other desperately as he soon realized what would have happened if he fell from that high onto the waterfalls beneath that window.
Elrond stopped at the door and frowned slightly at the soaked, trembling elves. “What?” he asked as Glorfindel gathered Erestor´s frightened figure tightly and safely in the nest of his caring arms. Though any question about to be formed by his lips at the moment faded when Glorfindel glanced up from the dark hair he was whispering to, to meet his eyes with a faint shake of head clearly asking him to leave any possible question for later.
Having passed out of a shocked state, Lindir moved forward into the small room, as he had been standing by his Lord all this time. Lindir himself had been the one to inform Elrond of Glorfindel´s rushed and strange behavior, and taking one of the old blankets from the bottom of the pile to avoid the dust that might have gathered in them, he placed it on Glorfindel´s shoulders.
Smiling softly at Lindir, Glorfindel nodded thankfully at the dark haired elf and wrapped the blanket over both himself and Erestor, never letting the younger, trembling elf leave his arms.
“You both need to get warm, let us go down to the hot streams,” Elrond murmured, not wanting to upset Erestor even more than he already was with the concern in his voice.
“I think, I will go to my chambers now,” the chief advisor murmured with a choked voice, pushing gently away from Glorfindel who did not release his hold on him, instead he embraced him closer.
Glorfindel glanced down as he felt Erestor´s hands clenching on his shirt and wavering slightly in his arms. “He needs to lie down. I will see he is alright Elrond. We can speak in the morning, and clear whatever doubt you might have of what you saw…”
“I did not …try to kill myself,” Erestor babbled tiredly, feeling his strength going away, leaving him weak and about to pass out. “I did not, I just… do not remember how I got there,” he murmured wearily, glancing at the elf Lord from his spot in the elda´s arms, snuggling closer as his body gave in to the trembling.
“He needs to rest now, we will talk of this tomorrow, though I assure you he is telling the truth,” Glorfindel spoke quietly, looking Elrond in the eyes before starting to lead the way to Erestor´s chambers.