Troglodytic
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
3,123
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part 12
Part 12…
The rain continued to pelt down ntlentlessly and Erestor blinked, watching in a hypnotized fashion as small beads of water trickled down the face of his rescuer, a face that was taunt with worry and very close to his own.
“Erestor…”
A whisper and Erestor watched the lines of worry fade away in relief, the furrowed brow smooth and those sweet little crinkles around blue, blue eyes ease.
Erestor slowly shrugged one shoulder and pulled his arm back, bending it at the elbow to ease himself upwards while his other hand pushed himself backwards and away from the warm body hovering above him, still refusing to break eye contact with the blonde.
Glorfindel didn’t move, instead staring at the dark, water drenched figure before him, inwardly reassuring himself that Erestor was fine while at the same time struggling to fight the choking feeling he had as a flood of emotions threatened to overwhelm him. Now that the danger had passed the fright of the situation was taking hold and mixing with relief to befuddle his senses, leaving him incapable of anything but staring.
Finally he cracked, and with a choking sound that was quickly cut short he reached forward and jerk Erestor towards him, clutching him to his chest, trying to convey without words his inner turmoil. Seconds ticked by in the silence as the rain continued to patter softly around and upon them before tentative arms rose up to snake around his sides and rest hesitantly against his back.
Glorfindel tightened his grip, tangling his hands in the soaked black tresses that lay plastered against fabric. Unable to actually caress the strands as he would have wanted, the black hair being too damp and tan fro from the chaotic motion of the river, he settled for a reflexive clutch-release motion.
Erestor closed his eyes and sagged into the strong embrace, resting his forehead against a wet shoulder, feeling warmth radiate through the material. His head lolled to the side until it settle comfortably into the curve where neck met shoulder, the gentle beat of a pulse fluttering lightly against the skin of his face.
/Glorfindel…/
TBC…
The rain continued to pelt down ntlentlessly and Erestor blinked, watching in a hypnotized fashion as small beads of water trickled down the face of his rescuer, a face that was taunt with worry and very close to his own.
“Erestor…”
A whisper and Erestor watched the lines of worry fade away in relief, the furrowed brow smooth and those sweet little crinkles around blue, blue eyes ease.
Erestor slowly shrugged one shoulder and pulled his arm back, bending it at the elbow to ease himself upwards while his other hand pushed himself backwards and away from the warm body hovering above him, still refusing to break eye contact with the blonde.
Glorfindel didn’t move, instead staring at the dark, water drenched figure before him, inwardly reassuring himself that Erestor was fine while at the same time struggling to fight the choking feeling he had as a flood of emotions threatened to overwhelm him. Now that the danger had passed the fright of the situation was taking hold and mixing with relief to befuddle his senses, leaving him incapable of anything but staring.
Finally he cracked, and with a choking sound that was quickly cut short he reached forward and jerk Erestor towards him, clutching him to his chest, trying to convey without words his inner turmoil. Seconds ticked by in the silence as the rain continued to patter softly around and upon them before tentative arms rose up to snake around his sides and rest hesitantly against his back.
Glorfindel tightened his grip, tangling his hands in the soaked black tresses that lay plastered against fabric. Unable to actually caress the strands as he would have wanted, the black hair being too damp and tan fro from the chaotic motion of the river, he settled for a reflexive clutch-release motion.
Erestor closed his eyes and sagged into the strong embrace, resting his forehead against a wet shoulder, feeling warmth radiate through the material. His head lolled to the side until it settle comfortably into the curve where neck met shoulder, the gentle beat of a pulse fluttering lightly against the skin of his face.
/Glorfindel…/
TBC…