Troglodytic
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
3,112
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Troglodytic
Title: Troglodytic
Author: Krit
Email: kritblack1@yahoo.ca
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, others most assuredly… not sure who yet…
Rating: Uh…. PG – NC-17 would be my guess
Warnings: Slash, AU, NC-17 most likely
Disclaimer: Well, obviously they belong to Tolkien/ Tolkiens Estate as I am not original enough for my own characters (else I would be writing/publishing novels by now) so I use those belonging to other people. Don’t own, don’t profit and don’t have permission to play with – but I’m a rebel and can’t control myself.
Notes: All mistakes are mine and mine alone; I cling to them devotedly because for some reason I get a kick out of re-reading my work and laughing at my own stupidity *shrugs*.
Summary: Can a reclusive advisor often thought to be cold find true love? Perhaps, with a little help from the Valar. (Thanks go to Estelle for the summary – couldn’t have done it with out you *hugs*)
Prologue
The hair at the back of his neck prickled, alerting him to the inquisitive eyes on him. Icy, cold, heartless… the whispered words stung as they reached him, echoing repeatedly in his mind, finally becoming silent, settling in his heart and weighing upon his soul.
Resolutely keeping his gazed fixed on the performers located at the center of the crowded hall he refused to allow his despair to show, eventually slipping silently from the assembly to return to his private suite. The soft rustle of cloth resonated through the deserted corridor as the thick fabric of his black robe brushed continually against his legs and dragged lightly against the floor.
Reaching the door to his rooms he entered, quickly closing it behind him and leaning heavily against the cool wood, reveling in its solidity. Breathing slowly he willed the minute trembling to leave his body and gradually unclenched his hands from tightly balled fists. Exhaling forcefully he ran one hand through his thick black hair in an agitated display before placing it over his eyes to rub at the insistent ache that had settled there, attempting to soothe away the pain and calm himself further.
Pushing away from the door he moved further into the room, taking a small amount of solace from the darkness, penetrated only by the soft rays of moonlight shining in through the arched balcony doors and tall glass windows. Solitude. A balm to his troubled soul, the one thing he had come to crave and rely on in recent years.
It had become more and more clear to him over the last century or so that his last remaining hope that he was meant for someone, that there was one upon this earth who would see past the outer layering to the elf inside, was dwindling. The thought that not even the Valar would condemn his heart and soul to endure eternity alone had long ago lost its optimism and had since joined the other dreams in a discarded heap that he no longer acknowledged. Standing at the center of his silent room, surrounded by solid stone and glass, furniture and mementos and beloved books he made a solemn vow. No more would whispered remarks wound, inquisitive stares unnerve or gossip trouble him. Here, now, in the ghostly quiet of his room with pale strips of moonlight caressing the floor to form a small pool upon the bottom edges of his robe, he gave up. No tears were spilled, no outward sign was given as he allowed his eyes to drift shut and the last, small flame of hope to diminish and flicker out.
He was alone now, for all eternity.
TBC...
Author: Krit
Email: kritblack1@yahoo.ca
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, others most assuredly… not sure who yet…
Rating: Uh…. PG – NC-17 would be my guess
Warnings: Slash, AU, NC-17 most likely
Disclaimer: Well, obviously they belong to Tolkien/ Tolkiens Estate as I am not original enough for my own characters (else I would be writing/publishing novels by now) so I use those belonging to other people. Don’t own, don’t profit and don’t have permission to play with – but I’m a rebel and can’t control myself.
Notes: All mistakes are mine and mine alone; I cling to them devotedly because for some reason I get a kick out of re-reading my work and laughing at my own stupidity *shrugs*.
Summary: Can a reclusive advisor often thought to be cold find true love? Perhaps, with a little help from the Valar. (Thanks go to Estelle for the summary – couldn’t have done it with out you *hugs*)
Prologue
The hair at the back of his neck prickled, alerting him to the inquisitive eyes on him. Icy, cold, heartless… the whispered words stung as they reached him, echoing repeatedly in his mind, finally becoming silent, settling in his heart and weighing upon his soul.
Resolutely keeping his gazed fixed on the performers located at the center of the crowded hall he refused to allow his despair to show, eventually slipping silently from the assembly to return to his private suite. The soft rustle of cloth resonated through the deserted corridor as the thick fabric of his black robe brushed continually against his legs and dragged lightly against the floor.
Reaching the door to his rooms he entered, quickly closing it behind him and leaning heavily against the cool wood, reveling in its solidity. Breathing slowly he willed the minute trembling to leave his body and gradually unclenched his hands from tightly balled fists. Exhaling forcefully he ran one hand through his thick black hair in an agitated display before placing it over his eyes to rub at the insistent ache that had settled there, attempting to soothe away the pain and calm himself further.
Pushing away from the door he moved further into the room, taking a small amount of solace from the darkness, penetrated only by the soft rays of moonlight shining in through the arched balcony doors and tall glass windows. Solitude. A balm to his troubled soul, the one thing he had come to crave and rely on in recent years.
It had become more and more clear to him over the last century or so that his last remaining hope that he was meant for someone, that there was one upon this earth who would see past the outer layering to the elf inside, was dwindling. The thought that not even the Valar would condemn his heart and soul to endure eternity alone had long ago lost its optimism and had since joined the other dreams in a discarded heap that he no longer acknowledged. Standing at the center of his silent room, surrounded by solid stone and glass, furniture and mementos and beloved books he made a solemn vow. No more would whispered remarks wound, inquisitive stares unnerve or gossip trouble him. Here, now, in the ghostly quiet of his room with pale strips of moonlight caressing the floor to form a small pool upon the bottom edges of his robe, he gave up. No tears were spilled, no outward sign was given as he allowed his eyes to drift shut and the last, small flame of hope to diminish and flicker out.
He was alone now, for all eternity.
TBC...