Just Pretend
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Adult ++
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Just Pretend
Title: Just Pretend
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Website: http://www.livejournal.com/users/lynsey_schadegg/ and view my stories in an easy to read format at http://swoon.dreamelf.com/viewuser.php?uid=42
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/? (probably one more part, but there may be more)
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Warnings: Slash, sex with a smidgen of plot (ok, so there’s more plot than I thought there’d be)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Do not sue. All I got are college loans and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Glorfindel comes to Erestor with a problem. Erestor must face the unknown to help his friend.
A/N: I tried to write absolutely plot-less sex. It didn’t work. At all.
“Erestor?”
“Hmm?”
“You know just about everything that goes on around here right?”
Erestor raised his head from where it was cradled on the pillows of his couch to regard his friend. Glorfindel was seated on the edge of Erestor’s large chair with a distinctively nervous air about him. His hands gripped the wine glass tight enough to turn his knuckles white, and his knee bounced up and down at a fast pace. “I know much of what goes on in Imladris, yes.”
Glorfindel cleared his throat as Erestor looked at him expectantly. “I…well…would you know if…um…I need…um…fuck!” Glorfindel stood and slammed his wine glass down forcefully. The seneschal took himself to the balcony windows and stood with his back to the room. Erestor raised a curious eyebrow. It was rare that Glorfindel was ever this nervous about anything. It was even rarer for him to utter obscenities.
Erestor sat the rest of the way up and set his own wine glass down. “What do you need, Glorfindel?”
Glorfindel chuckled in a decidedly dispirited manner. “That would be the question of the hour wouldn’t it?” muttered the blond elf.
“Care to explain yourself?”
“Erestor-” Glorfindel spun to face his friend. “Erestor, I-” he let out a shuddering breath. “I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time, but…but I just…it just never seemed like a good time…Erestor, I’m gay,” he finished in a rush. He quickly turned around to look out of the window again.
Erestor’s eyebrows shot skyward. “And you are choosing to tell me this now because…?”
The warrior turned back around to face Erestor, and turned back to the window a few times before he walked back to the chair and threw himself onto it. He buried his face in his hands before he answered. “Do you know of any other ellon like I that reside in Imladris?” Glorfindel raised hopeful eyes to his friend.
“Why would you need to know-” Erestor took a good look into Glorfindel eyes and swallowed the rest of his sentence. He swallowed and sat back, a little stunned. “Oh,” was all he could think to say.
“Erestor-gods it’s been a long time…a very, very, very long time since I had a lover. I’m going to go insane if I don’t-I mean…I…” Glorfindel lowered his gaze. “I need to be loved again Erestor. The love of friends is not enough anymore.”
Erestor understood. Many elves took lovers as a way to sooth troubled souls or to ease the years before finding their life-mate. Erestor himself occasionally took lovers to ease the ache of lonely centuries. Each elleth that he bedded had been a friend, all of them seeking solace in the meeting of flesh. They had parted each time with good graces and a stronger friendship. Sadly, Erestor knew of no other ellon in Rivendell that shared Glorfindel’s preferences, and he also knew that there had never been any. Glorfindel had been without physical love for more centuries than Erestor cared to count.
“I’m sorry Glorfindel, but I know of no others with your preferences.”
Glorfindel sat unmoving for a moment, eyes fixed on the floor. “Thank you, my friend. I should be getting to bed,” with that he stood and left Erestor’s quarters. The advisor was still too confused to stop his friend, or do anything besides sit on his couch and ponder his friend’s quandary.
Erestor could not sleep that night. He stayed awake pacing the confines of his study, trying to think back on every ellon he had ever met. Had that one seemed slightly different than the others? Could this one have been of differing preferences? As morning came and flooded the room with weak sunlight Erestor came to a halt in his musings. He realized that he had never really known any elves that were outgoing about their homosexuality. Glorfindel was the first elf to actually tell him that he preferred the same gender, all others were just suspicions and gossip in the dark. The dark haired elf felt a very ponderous sense of sadness at his inability to find a lover for his friend of many centuries.
He was surprisingly not tired as he made his way through his work day. Occasionally, Erestor peaked out his balcony window to see if he could catch a glimpse of blond hair on the training grounds. As night approached again, Erestor was starting to feel the stress of a sleepless night and long day of work and worrying. He took dinner in his chambers, and he had every intent on going to bed early. That was, until Glorfindel came to his door with tears on his cheeks.
Erestor let the warrior in and ushered him into the sitting room. He settled the larger elf on the couch he himself had been seated on the night before. He sat down beside him and did the only thing he could think of: he wrapped his arms around Glorfindel and pulled him into an embrace. Glorfindel buried his face in Erestor’s neck and cried. So many years. So much pain. No relief. It ate at the golden elf’s soul. There had never been anyone to comfort him after his nightmares. No one to hug and kiss after a long day training or arguing in council. He cried harder and pulled the smaller elf closer.
Erestor felt slightly silly, holding one of the greatest warriors of all time as he cried. However, something told him that the warrior desperately needed it. He stroked his hands through the blond hair and murmured words that were probably lost on the desolate elf he held. He pressed kisses to his forehead and cheeks intermittently, hoping to calm Glorfindel’s hysterics.
Erestor was stroking the soft hair beneath his hands when suddenly Glorfindel surged up and claimed his lips in a soul-stealing kiss. Erestor pulled back, startled. Glorfindel grasped Erestor’s head by sliding his hands into the raven tresses and taking a firm grip. “Please Erestor,” he begged, tears streaming down his cheeks unchecked. “Please. Just kiss me. That’s all I ask. Please. I need it so bad-” he broke off on a sob and pressed his lips to Erestor’s again in both desperation and hope.
Erestor pulled away again. “Glorfindel, I’m not-”
“I know just-just pretend. Pretend for me. I just need to kiss you,” he rested his forehead against Erestor’s, his eyes closed in pain. His breath shuddered in and out as more tears slipped out from underneath closed eyelids. “Just pretend.”
Erestor closed his eyes and swallowed hard. He closed his eyes tightly and after several false starts, pressed his lips to Glorfindel’s.
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Website: http://www.livejournal.com/users/lynsey_schadegg/ and view my stories in an easy to read format at http://swoon.dreamelf.com/viewuser.php?uid=42
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/? (probably one more part, but there may be more)
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Warnings: Slash, sex with a smidgen of plot (ok, so there’s more plot than I thought there’d be)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Do not sue. All I got are college loans and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Glorfindel comes to Erestor with a problem. Erestor must face the unknown to help his friend.
A/N: I tried to write absolutely plot-less sex. It didn’t work. At all.
“Erestor?”
“Hmm?”
“You know just about everything that goes on around here right?”
Erestor raised his head from where it was cradled on the pillows of his couch to regard his friend. Glorfindel was seated on the edge of Erestor’s large chair with a distinctively nervous air about him. His hands gripped the wine glass tight enough to turn his knuckles white, and his knee bounced up and down at a fast pace. “I know much of what goes on in Imladris, yes.”
Glorfindel cleared his throat as Erestor looked at him expectantly. “I…well…would you know if…um…I need…um…fuck!” Glorfindel stood and slammed his wine glass down forcefully. The seneschal took himself to the balcony windows and stood with his back to the room. Erestor raised a curious eyebrow. It was rare that Glorfindel was ever this nervous about anything. It was even rarer for him to utter obscenities.
Erestor sat the rest of the way up and set his own wine glass down. “What do you need, Glorfindel?”
Glorfindel chuckled in a decidedly dispirited manner. “That would be the question of the hour wouldn’t it?” muttered the blond elf.
“Care to explain yourself?”
“Erestor-” Glorfindel spun to face his friend. “Erestor, I-” he let out a shuddering breath. “I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time, but…but I just…it just never seemed like a good time…Erestor, I’m gay,” he finished in a rush. He quickly turned around to look out of the window again.
Erestor’s eyebrows shot skyward. “And you are choosing to tell me this now because…?”
The warrior turned back around to face Erestor, and turned back to the window a few times before he walked back to the chair and threw himself onto it. He buried his face in his hands before he answered. “Do you know of any other ellon like I that reside in Imladris?” Glorfindel raised hopeful eyes to his friend.
“Why would you need to know-” Erestor took a good look into Glorfindel eyes and swallowed the rest of his sentence. He swallowed and sat back, a little stunned. “Oh,” was all he could think to say.
“Erestor-gods it’s been a long time…a very, very, very long time since I had a lover. I’m going to go insane if I don’t-I mean…I…” Glorfindel lowered his gaze. “I need to be loved again Erestor. The love of friends is not enough anymore.”
Erestor understood. Many elves took lovers as a way to sooth troubled souls or to ease the years before finding their life-mate. Erestor himself occasionally took lovers to ease the ache of lonely centuries. Each elleth that he bedded had been a friend, all of them seeking solace in the meeting of flesh. They had parted each time with good graces and a stronger friendship. Sadly, Erestor knew of no other ellon in Rivendell that shared Glorfindel’s preferences, and he also knew that there had never been any. Glorfindel had been without physical love for more centuries than Erestor cared to count.
“I’m sorry Glorfindel, but I know of no others with your preferences.”
Glorfindel sat unmoving for a moment, eyes fixed on the floor. “Thank you, my friend. I should be getting to bed,” with that he stood and left Erestor’s quarters. The advisor was still too confused to stop his friend, or do anything besides sit on his couch and ponder his friend’s quandary.
Erestor could not sleep that night. He stayed awake pacing the confines of his study, trying to think back on every ellon he had ever met. Had that one seemed slightly different than the others? Could this one have been of differing preferences? As morning came and flooded the room with weak sunlight Erestor came to a halt in his musings. He realized that he had never really known any elves that were outgoing about their homosexuality. Glorfindel was the first elf to actually tell him that he preferred the same gender, all others were just suspicions and gossip in the dark. The dark haired elf felt a very ponderous sense of sadness at his inability to find a lover for his friend of many centuries.
He was surprisingly not tired as he made his way through his work day. Occasionally, Erestor peaked out his balcony window to see if he could catch a glimpse of blond hair on the training grounds. As night approached again, Erestor was starting to feel the stress of a sleepless night and long day of work and worrying. He took dinner in his chambers, and he had every intent on going to bed early. That was, until Glorfindel came to his door with tears on his cheeks.
Erestor let the warrior in and ushered him into the sitting room. He settled the larger elf on the couch he himself had been seated on the night before. He sat down beside him and did the only thing he could think of: he wrapped his arms around Glorfindel and pulled him into an embrace. Glorfindel buried his face in Erestor’s neck and cried. So many years. So much pain. No relief. It ate at the golden elf’s soul. There had never been anyone to comfort him after his nightmares. No one to hug and kiss after a long day training or arguing in council. He cried harder and pulled the smaller elf closer.
Erestor felt slightly silly, holding one of the greatest warriors of all time as he cried. However, something told him that the warrior desperately needed it. He stroked his hands through the blond hair and murmured words that were probably lost on the desolate elf he held. He pressed kisses to his forehead and cheeks intermittently, hoping to calm Glorfindel’s hysterics.
Erestor was stroking the soft hair beneath his hands when suddenly Glorfindel surged up and claimed his lips in a soul-stealing kiss. Erestor pulled back, startled. Glorfindel grasped Erestor’s head by sliding his hands into the raven tresses and taking a firm grip. “Please Erestor,” he begged, tears streaming down his cheeks unchecked. “Please. Just kiss me. That’s all I ask. Please. I need it so bad-” he broke off on a sob and pressed his lips to Erestor’s again in both desperation and hope.
Erestor pulled away again. “Glorfindel, I’m not-”
“I know just-just pretend. Pretend for me. I just need to kiss you,” he rested his forehead against Erestor’s, his eyes closed in pain. His breath shuddered in and out as more tears slipped out from underneath closed eyelids. “Just pretend.”
Erestor closed his eyes and swallowed hard. He closed his eyes tightly and after several false starts, pressed his lips to Glorfindel’s.