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chapter 10
Title: Erestor’s Gift (10/?)
Author: Aglarien (agie@aglarien.com)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Melpomaen
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Warning: None, except for fluff.
Summary: Erestor is sure Glorfindel forgot his begetting day, and Elrond meddles.
Author’s Note: Not a part of my usual Erestor/Glorfindel universe.
Chapter 10
Erestor hurried to his office, where he locked Glorfindel’s brooch away and sat at his desk. The last day had been such a whirlwind, he wanted to just sit for a while and think everything over so he would never forget it. He slowly thought about everything he and Glorfindel had said and done, from the time Glorfindel had found him in the garden just yesterday afternoon. Only yesterday afternoon, and his ordered life had been turned upside down. He giggled to himself in happiness.
Suddenly Erestor remembered Glorfindel telling him that he had had his brooch made a few months ago, but Sarnon had said it was centuries. Then Glorfindel really had been in love with him that long! He’d had their betrothal rings made, then the brooch. Sarnon must have made the wedding rings and Glorfindel’s brooch right after that. He removed his brooch from his cloak and laid it on the desk. Taking the wedding rings out of his pocket, he took them out of their pouch and placed them next to the brooch. Next, he got Glorfindel’s brooch and laid it with the rest.
One elbow resting on the desk, with his head propped up in his hand, Erestor sat and looked at the rings and brooches. One long finger traced their designs, moving over the flower petals and ravens, and he smiled. They were so beautiful, so perfect. Especially Glorfindel’s, with the raven sheltered within the flower, sleeping.
Now that they had the rings, they had to decide when and how they would wed. Erestor wondered if he had been silly wanting to wait. Did it really matter? Whenever they bonded, wouldn’t it be special and sacred? After this morning in the dining hall, he wasn’t all that sure he wanted a big celebration with all their friends. Now it seemed like it would only take away from how special it would be. He needed to talk to Glorfindel.
Erestor pinned his brooch back on his cloak, put the rings back in their pouch and back in his pocket, locked Glorfindel’s brooch back in his desk, and hurried out. In the hall, he turned around, reentered his office, unlocked his desk, took the box with Glorfindel’s brooch, and dashed to his rooms.
The carpenters had finished the new doorway and were just installing the new door between his room and Glorfindel’s. Erestor was pleased to see it nearly finished, and thanked the elves for their hard work. After enduring their congratulations and well wishes, Erestor put Glorfindel’s brooch in his wardrobe and left for his beloved’s office.
Erestor found Glorfindel seated at his desk working on schedules. He wrapped his arms around Glorfindel’s shoulders from behind the chair and said, “If I help you with those, can you take the rest of the day off from your duties, Glorfindel?”
“I can have my second take over for me, if you would like, love. Please say you have something extraordinarily pleasant planned for us.”
Erestor chuckled and moved around to sit on Glorfindel’s lap. “I want to talk to you.” He played with the collar of Glorfindel’s tunic. “Now that we have the rings, we have some things to decide, my love.”
“Aye, we do. Let’s get these schedules done, then we can go to one of our rooms and talk about it, all right?”
“The carpenters are finishing the door. If we have our noon meal in the dining hall, they will probably be done by the time we are finished,” Erestor said. “Glorfindel, do you realize it is less than one day since you woke me in the garden. It was only yesterday, and I feel ….I feel…”
“How do you feel, my love?” Glorfindel asked softly, taking one of Erestor’s hands and kissing it.
“I feel like my life will never be the same, like my world is turned upside down. I feel deliriously happy, in love, loved…did I say I was happy?”
“You are very loved, Erestor. I love you so much,” Glorfindel said. He wrapped his arms around Erestor and pulled him into a passionate kiss.
Erestor moaned and returned the kiss. When they finally broke apart, Erestor laid his head on Glorfindel’s shoulder. “I love you, Glorfindel, so much.”
“I love you, Erestor.”
Erestor crawled off his love’s lap, and they finished the schedules, then went to the dining hall for their meal. Only Lindir was at their table.
“Where is everyone, Lindir?” Glorfindel asked.
“I am not sure, but I suspect they are taking their meal together in Elrond’s private rooms. He wanted to speak to his children this morning. I have not seen Melpomaen, but I think he may be with them. He left with Elrond this morning,” the minstrel replied. “Did you notice that Elrond asked Melpomaen to sit next to him this morning? I wonder why?”
“Really?” Erestor raised his eyebrows. “I did not notice. How odd.”
Lindir laughed. “You were otherwise occupied this morning. I do not think you were noticing anything or anyone but Glorfindel, my friend.”
Erestor grinned. “If anything was wrong, Elrond would have called for us. I imagine we will find out this evening.”
During the meal, Erestor and Glorfindel were treated to more well-wishers and congratulations. Walking to their rooms afterwards, Erestor said, “If one more elf takes my arm or hand, Glorfindel, I swear to you they will fall off.”
“At least you are not having to suffer your back being slapped,” Glorfindel said, rotating his shoulder. “I hope we are done with all that now. Shall we go to my rooms, or yours?”
“It does not matter now that we have a connecting door, my love.”
Glorfindel chuckled and opened his door when they came to it. “Come, let us inspect our new door.”
The carpenters were finished and gone, and they walked through to Glorfindel’s bedroom. Erestor ran to the door and flung it wide open to his bedroom beyond. Walking back to Glorfindel, he wrapped his arms around the taller elf, and asked softly, “Promise me something, love?”
“Anything, my heart.” Glorfindel put his arms around Erestor’s waist and pulled his closer.
“Promise me the door shall never be a barrier between us. Even if it is closed, never knock on it. There is no door between us, and my rooms are as yours.”
“As mine are yours, my love. I promise the door shall never be a barrier. Shall we just leave it open?”
Erestor smiled. “Aye.”
Glorfindel kissed Erestor tenderly, then bent down and picked up his lover in his arms and carried him to the bed. “Aha, my shy little councilor, I have you now!”
Erestor giggled. “I thought I was your seductive, sexy little elf?”
“Well, that too,” Glorfindel laughed, and tossed the smaller elf onto the bed. He removed Erestor’s shoes and set them at the foot of the bed. “Off with your robes, love, so we can lay here comfortably and talk.”
When he had helped Erestor remove his robes, and the councilor lay in only his leggings and shirt, Glorfindel removed his boots and outer tunic. Sitting on the bed with his back against headboard, he pulled Erestor into his arms so that his lover rested comfortably on his lap, supported by the warrior’s arms. “Now, my love, you wanted to talk?”
“Aye, but this is so nice.” Erestor wrapped his arms around Glorfindel, laid his head on the large chest and sighed contentedly. “I never suspected it would feel so wonderful just to lie in someone’s arms and be held.”
“Hmmm…..nor I how wonderful it would feel to hold you.”
“I have been thinking, Glorfindel, about what I said last night….about wanting to wait until we were wed formally. I thought it would make it… special. But today, I have realized what it would be like. If the way everyone has been today is any indication of what would happen if we had a formal ceremony and celebration, I do not think I would like it very much.”
“Oh, thank the Valar!” Glorfindel said, dramatically.
Erestor chuckled. “I still want it to be special, but just for us. I do not like to be the center of attention, and I realized today that what I wanted to be a special and sacred moment would only be possible without all the formal ceremony. I want it to be just for us, Glorfindel, not for everyone else too. We can celebrate….later….with everyone.”
“I like that idea very much, love. I think our friends will understand. We will do whatever you want, Erestor.”
“What about what you want, my love?”
Glorfindel smiled, then whispered in Erestor’s ear, “All I want is you, love. Nothing else matters.”
Tbc….
Author: Aglarien (agie@aglarien.com)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Melpomaen
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Warning: None, except for fluff.
Summary: Erestor is sure Glorfindel forgot his begetting day, and Elrond meddles.
Author’s Note: Not a part of my usual Erestor/Glorfindel universe.
Chapter 10
Erestor hurried to his office, where he locked Glorfindel’s brooch away and sat at his desk. The last day had been such a whirlwind, he wanted to just sit for a while and think everything over so he would never forget it. He slowly thought about everything he and Glorfindel had said and done, from the time Glorfindel had found him in the garden just yesterday afternoon. Only yesterday afternoon, and his ordered life had been turned upside down. He giggled to himself in happiness.
Suddenly Erestor remembered Glorfindel telling him that he had had his brooch made a few months ago, but Sarnon had said it was centuries. Then Glorfindel really had been in love with him that long! He’d had their betrothal rings made, then the brooch. Sarnon must have made the wedding rings and Glorfindel’s brooch right after that. He removed his brooch from his cloak and laid it on the desk. Taking the wedding rings out of his pocket, he took them out of their pouch and placed them next to the brooch. Next, he got Glorfindel’s brooch and laid it with the rest.
One elbow resting on the desk, with his head propped up in his hand, Erestor sat and looked at the rings and brooches. One long finger traced their designs, moving over the flower petals and ravens, and he smiled. They were so beautiful, so perfect. Especially Glorfindel’s, with the raven sheltered within the flower, sleeping.
Now that they had the rings, they had to decide when and how they would wed. Erestor wondered if he had been silly wanting to wait. Did it really matter? Whenever they bonded, wouldn’t it be special and sacred? After this morning in the dining hall, he wasn’t all that sure he wanted a big celebration with all their friends. Now it seemed like it would only take away from how special it would be. He needed to talk to Glorfindel.
Erestor pinned his brooch back on his cloak, put the rings back in their pouch and back in his pocket, locked Glorfindel’s brooch back in his desk, and hurried out. In the hall, he turned around, reentered his office, unlocked his desk, took the box with Glorfindel’s brooch, and dashed to his rooms.
The carpenters had finished the new doorway and were just installing the new door between his room and Glorfindel’s. Erestor was pleased to see it nearly finished, and thanked the elves for their hard work. After enduring their congratulations and well wishes, Erestor put Glorfindel’s brooch in his wardrobe and left for his beloved’s office.
Erestor found Glorfindel seated at his desk working on schedules. He wrapped his arms around Glorfindel’s shoulders from behind the chair and said, “If I help you with those, can you take the rest of the day off from your duties, Glorfindel?”
“I can have my second take over for me, if you would like, love. Please say you have something extraordinarily pleasant planned for us.”
Erestor chuckled and moved around to sit on Glorfindel’s lap. “I want to talk to you.” He played with the collar of Glorfindel’s tunic. “Now that we have the rings, we have some things to decide, my love.”
“Aye, we do. Let’s get these schedules done, then we can go to one of our rooms and talk about it, all right?”
“The carpenters are finishing the door. If we have our noon meal in the dining hall, they will probably be done by the time we are finished,” Erestor said. “Glorfindel, do you realize it is less than one day since you woke me in the garden. It was only yesterday, and I feel ….I feel…”
“How do you feel, my love?” Glorfindel asked softly, taking one of Erestor’s hands and kissing it.
“I feel like my life will never be the same, like my world is turned upside down. I feel deliriously happy, in love, loved…did I say I was happy?”
“You are very loved, Erestor. I love you so much,” Glorfindel said. He wrapped his arms around Erestor and pulled him into a passionate kiss.
Erestor moaned and returned the kiss. When they finally broke apart, Erestor laid his head on Glorfindel’s shoulder. “I love you, Glorfindel, so much.”
“I love you, Erestor.”
Erestor crawled off his love’s lap, and they finished the schedules, then went to the dining hall for their meal. Only Lindir was at their table.
“Where is everyone, Lindir?” Glorfindel asked.
“I am not sure, but I suspect they are taking their meal together in Elrond’s private rooms. He wanted to speak to his children this morning. I have not seen Melpomaen, but I think he may be with them. He left with Elrond this morning,” the minstrel replied. “Did you notice that Elrond asked Melpomaen to sit next to him this morning? I wonder why?”
“Really?” Erestor raised his eyebrows. “I did not notice. How odd.”
Lindir laughed. “You were otherwise occupied this morning. I do not think you were noticing anything or anyone but Glorfindel, my friend.”
Erestor grinned. “If anything was wrong, Elrond would have called for us. I imagine we will find out this evening.”
During the meal, Erestor and Glorfindel were treated to more well-wishers and congratulations. Walking to their rooms afterwards, Erestor said, “If one more elf takes my arm or hand, Glorfindel, I swear to you they will fall off.”
“At least you are not having to suffer your back being slapped,” Glorfindel said, rotating his shoulder. “I hope we are done with all that now. Shall we go to my rooms, or yours?”
“It does not matter now that we have a connecting door, my love.”
Glorfindel chuckled and opened his door when they came to it. “Come, let us inspect our new door.”
The carpenters were finished and gone, and they walked through to Glorfindel’s bedroom. Erestor ran to the door and flung it wide open to his bedroom beyond. Walking back to Glorfindel, he wrapped his arms around the taller elf, and asked softly, “Promise me something, love?”
“Anything, my heart.” Glorfindel put his arms around Erestor’s waist and pulled his closer.
“Promise me the door shall never be a barrier between us. Even if it is closed, never knock on it. There is no door between us, and my rooms are as yours.”
“As mine are yours, my love. I promise the door shall never be a barrier. Shall we just leave it open?”
Erestor smiled. “Aye.”
Glorfindel kissed Erestor tenderly, then bent down and picked up his lover in his arms and carried him to the bed. “Aha, my shy little councilor, I have you now!”
Erestor giggled. “I thought I was your seductive, sexy little elf?”
“Well, that too,” Glorfindel laughed, and tossed the smaller elf onto the bed. He removed Erestor’s shoes and set them at the foot of the bed. “Off with your robes, love, so we can lay here comfortably and talk.”
When he had helped Erestor remove his robes, and the councilor lay in only his leggings and shirt, Glorfindel removed his boots and outer tunic. Sitting on the bed with his back against headboard, he pulled Erestor into his arms so that his lover rested comfortably on his lap, supported by the warrior’s arms. “Now, my love, you wanted to talk?”
“Aye, but this is so nice.” Erestor wrapped his arms around Glorfindel, laid his head on the large chest and sighed contentedly. “I never suspected it would feel so wonderful just to lie in someone’s arms and be held.”
“Hmmm…..nor I how wonderful it would feel to hold you.”
“I have been thinking, Glorfindel, about what I said last night….about wanting to wait until we were wed formally. I thought it would make it… special. But today, I have realized what it would be like. If the way everyone has been today is any indication of what would happen if we had a formal ceremony and celebration, I do not think I would like it very much.”
“Oh, thank the Valar!” Glorfindel said, dramatically.
Erestor chuckled. “I still want it to be special, but just for us. I do not like to be the center of attention, and I realized today that what I wanted to be a special and sacred moment would only be possible without all the formal ceremony. I want it to be just for us, Glorfindel, not for everyone else too. We can celebrate….later….with everyone.”
“I like that idea very much, love. I think our friends will understand. We will do whatever you want, Erestor.”
“What about what you want, my love?”
Glorfindel smiled, then whispered in Erestor’s ear, “All I want is you, love. Nothing else matters.”
Tbc….