Barriers both Noble and Arduous

Fic Name : Barriers Both Noble and Arduous 1/?
Pairing : Glorfindel/Erestor, Haldir/Elladan in future chapters,
ng ng : NC17 eventually
Timeline : During the Third Age before the War of the Ring.
Synopsis : Erestor fights with the past, Glorfindel is wounded severely. Several factors complicate them getting together, but love blossoms amid the pain.
Disclaimer : I don't claim to own anything or make any money. Suing me will not do any good, you‘d get a quarter at the most. Tolkien owns all the pretty elves.

Barriers both Noble and Arduous
Chapter One

It was during the third age that time seemed to slow in Middle Earth for almost everyone except Erestor of Rivendell. There was always something to be done for diplomacy and tact. But on this particular nihe whe was doing nothing of the sort. He was up late again assisting Lord Elrond who had recently taken a fancy to bird watching, and had requested his advisor to aid him. His current project was categorizing the numerous flocks in Imladris and their migrating cycles. It was certainly not Erestor’s idea of fun, but it was something to take his mind off of the previous evening.

He was dressed in a light blue tunic, trimmed with gold and decorated with silver clasps. It was pulled over a pair of soft blue leggings which were carefully tucked into a beautiful pair of black boots. He prided himself on his attire which was always impeccable. His long dusky brown hair was carefully braided along the sides, and pulled back with a delicate blue silk ribbon. The elf rested his fingers in his hand with a sigh, feeling a headache impending. Erestor glanced at the candle on his desk which was just about burnt out. As he did so, there was a light knock on his door, and he glanced at it wearily, “Enter.”

Naturally, it was the last person in Middle Earth he wanted to see. Glorfindel of Gondolin. The golden haired warrior seemed to literally haunt Imladris for the time that Elrond had invited him to stay, dogging Erestor’s footsteps with constant questions about this or that trivial nonsense. Why on earth he had decided to enter the Advisor’s study at this time of night was something that the younger elf not not even dare contemplate, especially considering his actions the night before.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Erestor took in the fact that Glorfindel did look very nice that evening. He was dressed in black leggings with a silver and purple shirt, and wore no shoes as was the custom in Imladris at times. Erestor hated going around barefoot, however. The elder elf’s hair was unbraided and hung loose about his shoulders though still managed to keep in perfect condition. It was one of the Gondolin warriors’ most irritating traits. Erestor scowled at him, by way of greeting.

“I thought I might find you here.” The tall elven warrior smiled faintly as his eyes swept over the lithe, attractive form of Erestor. Glorfindel had always found Erestor’s figure agreeable, he was not exceedingly tall and pleasantly lean. His curves were in all the right places and his face held an striking beauty that was rarely remarked upon. He could see all of Erestor’s assets in one glance, and for the most part he liked that particular fact. Erestor hid nothing from the world except his heart. “Have you eaten lately?”

Why did it matter to Glorfindel? Erestor’s eyes narrowed even further, “I hardly think its any concern of yours as to whether or not I have partaken in nourishment. I’m very busy, so if you do not mind…” he waved towards the door. “I do not have time for idle chatter.”

Elrond had told him that he might find it difficult to entice Erestor away from his desk. In fact, the Lord of Imladris had warned him away altogether. The blonde elf sighed and shrugged his shoulders delicately. “I don’t mind.” With that he walked over to a chair on the other side of Erestor’s desk and sat indelicately in it, thus earning another glare.

“I do not remember inviting you to sit.” Erestor said between his teeth. In fact, nothing about Glorfindel pleased the advisor this late eve. His entire attitude was irritating the younger elf to no end. Glorfindel thought far too much of himself, and Erestor meant to make it clear that he was unwanted and unneeded. “Why are you here?”

“I wanted to talk about last night.” The blonde chewed the bottom of his lip, shifting in his chair slightly.

Erestor’s eyes knitted into a true scowl then. He did not even want to reflect on the eve prior to this let alone talk about it. Unfortunately his mind betrayed him and traveled back to the time that was currently the major cause of his ill feelings towards the other elf.

It was a typical night in Imladris, with its people making merry, telling stories and drinking wine and singing. This particular night, however, was different. Master Erestor had been drawn out of his study by the Lady Arwen and was finally amongst the crowd. He had been pressed to drink wine and relax for an evening which was a true rarity in Rivendell.

Erestor was not an elf who enjoyed frivolous merrymaking. Therefore, he was very surprised when Glorfindel had requested that dance. He had never even imagined dancing with the blonde elf before (Not that he would admit it), and especially not in public. He had been about to refuse when he had received a withering stare from Elrond. Resigned, Erestor had accepted. As he walked out on the floor with the elder elf, he reminded himself to ask Elrond what that had been about later.

Had it been anyone but Glorfindel, things might not have occurred the way they had. All that would have occurred was a dance, and that would have been that. He could still recall the feel of the blonde’s hands upon his hips as they had boldly caressed him. Erestor snapped his mind from the memory. “There is nothing to discuss. Kindly shut the door on your way out.”

Glorfindel’s countenance shifted then to frustration, as he matched Erestor’s glare. The elder elf did not anger easily but at the moment he was becoming decidedly annoyed and trying very hard to hide it, and his words were harsher than he meant them to be. “You responded whether you like it or not, /Master/ Erestor. I came to tell you I was sorry for taking advantage of the position I’d been offered. I could not resist.”

“An apology, well well, from the great Balrog slayer himself. I’m truly touched.” Erestor’s voice dripped with sarcasm as his fingers grasped the water goblet on his desk tightly for support. “Your apology is accepted. Now be gone. I do not wish to discuss this further.”

His mind was rebelling against him, drifting back towards the awful scene in the Hall of Fire. Glorfindel leaning down and kissing him, in front of -everyone-. He could not force the memory of the subtle feel of Glorfindel’s lips upon his. Clear was the recollection of the pressure of the elder elf’s tongue, and how it had made him feel. Such a surprise had -not- been welcome, and he had been totally unprepared to deal with the surge of passion that had seemed to overtake his body. -Everyone- had seen it. Everyone had witnessed his folly. They had also seen him pull away abruptly and slap Glorfindel’s face soundly. That would absolutely be the last time he visited the Hall of Fire. Erestor had stormed off the dance floor, back to his sanctuary despite hearing Elrond call his name. It was the first time he had ever ignored a command from his Lord.

Glorfindel ran his hand through his hair, really Erestor was -impossible-. Elrond had warned him when he had first revealed his intentions, and so far he had not made an impression upon the other elf that was anything favorable. It seemed that everything he did only served to make the other elf more and more irritated with him.

“Erestor, I…” he began, raising his eyes to meet the other’s.

“Glorfindel, what part of ‘Go away’ don’t you understand?” Erestor spoke almost between his teeth as he continued to glare at the blonde. “I wish to be alone.”

Patience, Elrond had said that it would take a lot of patience to win over Erestor. He had voiced disproval at every turn, but the warrior could not get Erestor out of his blood. Glorfindel -wished- he had that particular virtue…patience. Right now, the younger elf was driving him insane. He could not possibly have read the signals -that- wrong. Erestor had responded, and responded favorably. His hands had even wandered up and down the elder elf’s back. It had not been a simple kiss. It had been exquisite…it had lifted him onto his toes. Why was Erestor being so difficult?

“I have to go to deliver a message to Lothlorien in a couple of days.” he said quietly. “I do not wish to leave with this between us. Come…walk with me? Besides. You need something to eat.” He warred with his own feelings to keep his voice calm and steady.

Go for a walk? Erestor’s eyebrows raised, and he stared at Glorfindel, stupefied. A -walk-? So he could be fondled in the darkness in some corridor where no one could see if he struggled? “I think not.” Erestor snapped. “Find someone else to bother.” Deep down he wanted to accept, but the old defenses had kicked in, the old walls that trapped him. Even after all these years, he was still trapped by memories.

Glorfindel’s patience finally snapped and he surged to his feet. “Very well. Stay here then. But I am not going to leave without first doing this….”

Within moments he was on the other side of Erestor’s desk, startling the younger elf so much that he had not time to resist. With gentle fingers he took the advisor’s chin and lifted it up. The blonde lowered his head and captured Erestor’s lips once again. This time…it was no partially chaste kiss. This time he sought more, his tongue pressuring the younger elf’s lips apart with ease. This time, he was not met with resistance.

Erestor gave a small gasp of surprise when he felt himself responding -again-, passion flared between them like wild fire. The room felt heavy around him and he needed something to steady his body. Fortunately, Glorfindel was in a position to do so. The hungry kiss lasted long, their fingers entwining together. His breathing became rapid and heady.

It was spinning rapidly out of control, more touches from the elder elf’s fingers were sending all conscious thoughts from Erestor’s mind. Then his lips were released and the blonde kissed along his jaw line to his neck, resting his head there a moment as he nuzzled against the advisor. “When I return, we are going to talk, whether you like it or not.” The warrior declared softly. “Think on this, my lovely one. How this makes you feel, how -I- make you feel. I am not giving up.”

And with that, he was gone and Erestor was left in his own space, gasping for breath and wondering what had just happened.

To Be Continued…

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