Isolation

Part 14…

Part 14

Erestor observed Glorfindels approach, critically scrutinizing all the little details, such as how the warrior measured his steps, how his hair was still slightly damp and disheveled, how he hesitated to make eye contact and there was a minute twitching of the pinky on his right hand which had always signaled that the blond was worried about something although his expression would rarely betray his thoughts. Glorfindel was worried. Erestor took note of all this in the space of a moment without his own expression changing, his famed mask of composure once again firmly in place.

“Erestor, about… the incident at the river.” Finally making eye contact Glorfindel fumbled for a moment at the stony mien and felt his heart sink with despair. “I should not have behaved that way, it was inconsiderate and juvenile. I was not thinking clearly and I would like to apologize for my behavior.” He paused, waiting for any change in Erestors countenance and finding none, he bowed his head and finished in a soft voice, “I am sorry.”

Silence reigned for long minutes before Erestor rose to his feet and approached the desolate figure standing before him, coming to a stand still with the tips of their toes almost touching, presenting Glorfindel a superb view of Erestors boot clad feet, which he reckoned where probably the most attractive feet he had ever seen, even though they were hidden by leather.

A gently spoken “Glorfindel” compelled the blond to raise his head from his riveting foot inspection and looked into the depth of Erestors eyes, seeing nothing there that even hinted at a glimmer of forgiveness. Opening his mouth to utter another apology he was thunderstruck when Erestor, moving quick as a cat, renderem spm speechless by pressing their lips together.

Erestor quickly took advantage of the fact that Glorfindels mouth was already open and swept his tongue into the moist cavern. Emboldened when, after a brief hesitation, Glorfindel hummed in appreciation and rubbed his own tongue against the one invading his mouth, Erestor wrapped his arms around the blond and pulled the battle hardened body against his own. After having kissed Glorfindel breathless, if the panting was any indication, Erestor extricated himself from the embrace he had instigated, taking pride in the fact that Glorfindel was none to sturdy on his feet, although making sure not to allow his emotion to show on his face.

“I’m going hunting for our dinner.” And with that, Erestor left, smirking to himself, leaving Glorfindel standing in a daze by the fire trying to figure out what had happened, what he had missed and why, in the name of the Valar, Erestor was leaving to go chase some smelly animal after having kissed his knees to water and not staying to finish what he had started instead. Flopping gracelessly to the ground Glorfindel stared moodily at the fire and brooded about his present state and the blasted elf that had left him there.


Lindir was fidgety; in fact he had been fidgety all day. After leaving Elronds chambers he had went to one of the many gardens located on the main grounds of Imladris to work on one of his partly finished compositions. So far he had gotten nothing done and had instead focused on the newest changes that had occurred in his monotonous and relatively uneventful life. Even thought Elrond had said that he wished to remain lovers Lindir was afraid to be too hopeful about where exactly this affair was leading. He had not seen his Lord all day and had in fact missed the evening meal so he would not encounter the half-elf and end up stuttering and blushing and inadvertently announce their private affairs to the whole of Imladris. He just wasn’t sure how to act around his new lover in public, wasn’t even sure how to act around him in private for that matter, and chose instead to seclude himself in the gardens under the guise of composing music and endeavored to organize his thoughts. Sighing in frustration he mutely bemoaned the fact the he was not a charming and eloquent courtier who would be more than capable of conducting himself in this situation. But he wasn’t, he was simply Lindir, minstrel of Imladris, who could sing and play lovely music but had gotten tongue-tied in almost every conversation he had ever partaken in. Pulled from his musings by a tall shadow falling across the pages of music he glanced up into the sparkling eyes of his lover and felt his cheeks go red, although he knew not why. Smiling timidly he watched Elrond settle on the grass beside him, deftly arranging his robes, and simply waited for the Lord to speak.


Part 15...


Erestor smiled brightly as he ghosted through the forest in search of small game. The kiss, although spontaneous, had definitely been one of his better ideas, he had not felt so light hearted and free in many years and he was almost dizzy with the feelings that had started to well up inside him. Feeling more light hearted then he could ever remember Erestor changed direction and headed towards the river, deciding that fish would be a delicious dinner instead of rabbit as he had originally intended.

It was amazing really how, after centuries of suppressing his emotions and carefully thinking everything through before taking action, that with one command from his Lord he could be transformed into a spontaneous giddy elf who was shamelessly throwing himself at Glorfindel. All in all he was quite satisfied with the course his life had unexpectedly taken. Reaching the river he moved along its banks until he found a spot where the river widened and a small pool of water had collected off to the side. Whistling softly under his breath he removed his tunic and rolled his leggings up past the knee and stepped into the water wading outwards until it reached just below his knees. Bending at the waist patiently waited until the fish came closer and with a quick darting motion snatched a large fish and with a jerk of a wrist tossed it onto the grassy bank. After having repeated the motion twice more he stepped back onto the bank, flicking away the water droplets which clung to his hands and forearms. Rolling his leggings back down over his damp legs he clasped his catch firmly in hand and began the trek back to camp, intending to gather more herbs and seasonings to flavor the fish with along the way, belatedly wondering what Glorfindel had been doing, thinking and planning in his absence, and even looking forward to what ever retaliation Glorfindel may have planned for.


Glorfindel meanwhile had not been idle in his thoughts, muddled though they may have been from being kissed senseless. He had come to the conclusion that Erestor had taken leave of his senses and was carefully constructing a devious plot to cause him to loose his mind, and considering his befuddled state had succeeding brilliantly. Shrugging his shoulders Glorfindel decided that whatever Erestors plans for him may be he would simply grab hold, enjoy the ride and endear himself so completely in the process that Erestor would never want to be rid of him, which was exactly what Glorfindel wanted. For some reason the Valar had blessed him with this second chance with Erestor and he was not going to forsake this opportunity for all of middle earth, not matter what was required of him.

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Lindir was beginning to get worried. Elrond had been sitting beside him for almost ten minutes and had yet to speak. All they had done so far was stare mutely at one another and Lindir was feeling pressured to speak and he could practically feel his tongue tying itself into knots at the prospect. Perhaps he should write out everything he wanted to say to the elf Lord prior to seeing him and compose it into a song or poem or some such drivel and then he could recite or sing the words his vocal chords refused to produce. He felt himself blush and averted his gaze from bewitching silver-grey and cleared his throat. Well if Elronds goal was to stare at him until he broke down and shattered the silence that was stretching out between them he had accomplished it.

"Ho.., hrm... how was dinner, my Lord?" There. He'd spoken first and now all he had to do was wait for Elrond to respond, hopefully with a lengthy description of how he had spent the evening which would give Lindir an opportunity to come up with something more to talk about. His question was met with silence and he began to fidget with his robe and scattered papers as Elrond continued to regard him in silence. When several minutes had passed without a whisper of response Lindir timidly spoke again. "My Lord? Did you... n..not enjoy dinner?" More silence and Lindir began to worry. Why was his Lord saying nothing?

"... Elrond?"

At his softly spoken name a smile spread across Elrond face, the corners of his eyes crinkling. Lindir sat, unmoving, as the smiling elf leaned towards him and pressed warm lips to his own. Pulling away, noses within an inch of each other, the two stared, one beaming happily the other looking slightly dazed.

"I was wondering when you would drop the title." Was the quiet reply and Lindir blushed again, ducking his head in embarrassment.

"I forgot" was directed at the ground and Elrond brushed a hand along the smooth pale cheek and, cupping Lindirs chin, tilted the reddened face back up for another sweet kiss.

"I know." Allowing himself to relax Lindir melted into the kiss, opening his mouth eagerly when Elronds tongue brushed against his lips, sighing when the soft tongue and lips where pulled back and away, opening his eyes to gaze adoringly at the dark haired vision in front of him, not caring that anyone could happen upon them in the middle of the gardens.

"Shall we retire?"

Nodding earnestly Lindir gathered his papers with a mal mal amount of fumbling, murmuring thankyou’s as his lover assisted him and, clutching his compositions and his harp, followed the tall stately figure of Imladris' Lord back to the house and the privacy of the bedchamber.

TBC...