House and Home Series

Title: House and Home~First Love
Fandom: LoTR
Author: Lynsey
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Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Ficlet
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG-13? Probably less.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: Written from prompt: Erestor realizes that he's in love with Glorfindel and kisses him the first time. Maybe after Erestor has been playing the piano again and Glorfindel has been sitting and listening.
A/N: Ellian = hermaphrodite elf


Erestor played the last drawn out cords of the song, letting the reverberation of the final notes echo throughout the room before letting his hands fall away from the keys.

“Another one? Please?”

Erestor chuckled lightly. “I don’t know, little one. It’s getting late. Won’t your parents get worried if you are out any longer?”

Glorfindel smiled sadly. “My parents…they died long ago.”

Erestor’s eyes softened. ‘Long ago’ couldn’t have been very ‘long ago.’ The beautiful, golden youngster couldn’t have been much past his majority, if even that. It was tragic for one so young to have lost both parents. “I’m…I’m sorry to hear that.”

Glorfindel shrugged elegantly. “It’s not your fault. I have made my peace with their passing.”

Trying to change the sad subject, Erestor said, “Well, surely you have a guardian waiting for you.”

“No. I care for myself,” Glorfindel smiled, running his hand along the thick embroidery of the pillow he sat upon. His smile was slightly mischievous, and little secretive.

Erestor looked a little shocked. Even young elves past their majority were often under the supervision of their parents for many years until they were truly ready to be on their own. The fact that this little blond beauty cared for himself was remarkable.

“Can I walk you home, at least?” Erestor offered, sliding the cover back over the keys.

Glorfindel smiled brightly, his little china doll face lighting up with pleasure. “I would love that.”

Erestor stood and held out his hand. Glorfindel placed his own, tiny hand in Erestor’s huge paw and let the bigger elf pull him to his feet as if he weighted nothing. Then again, maybe for one of Erestor’s bulk Glorfindel really did weigh nothing. The blond let the forward momentum of Erestor’s tug bring him close to the bigger elf’s chest. They were almost pressed together, the very edges of the fabric of their clothes brushed together. Glorfindel placed his hand on Erestor’s broad chest as he looked up at the bigger elf adoringly.

“Thank you,” Glorfindel said quietly, with a small smile. The petite elf took Erestor’s hand in a way that was both shy and bold at the same time. The bigger elf blushed lightly and tightened his hold on the tiny hand.

Erestor was confused when he felt the roughness of calluses on Glorfindel’s hands. Was the little one a harpist? Another musical instrument? A question for another day, perhaps.

They walked hand in hand to a part of the Last Homely House Erestor had yet to visit. It was obvious this was the barracks. Guards and soldiers walked back and forth down the hallways, greeting Glorfindel with strong hand clasps and shouted obscenities.

Erestor frowned at the outrageous actions of the guards. Surely they knew better than to act so unseemly toward one so young? His stern glares made any further run-ins with the soldiers short and hurried. Glorfindel only smiled indulgently and happily at his self-appointed ‘protector.’

They reached a door at the end of a long hallway in the barracks. Glorfindel fished a key out of his pocket and opened the door.

Standing uncertainly, they looked at each other rather shyly.

“Would you like to come inside?” Glorfindel asked quietly. He looked up at Erestor through lowered lashes that glowed gold in the light of a lamp in the hallway.

“I don’t believe that would be appropriate,” Erestor replied. Heart beating hard and fast, he brought one of Glorfindel’s little hands up to his mouth and pressed a long, lingering kiss to the back. The feel of soft, silky skin under his lips almost made him light headed. He wanted to kiss more, to see if those pink lips were as soft as his hand. If the skin of his neck would shiver and pulse as Glorfindel moaned and whispered his name.

Erestor gulped and brought his lips away from Glorfindel’s hand. He straightened, lightly caressing a small, strong wrist with his thumb. “Can we consider it an open invitation?”

Glorfindel smiled, a charming blush staining his cheeks. “Of course. Visit anytime you please.” He removed his hand from Erestor’s grip, bringing the caressed flesh to his lips as if to taste a passing whisper of Erestor’s lips. “Goodnight,” he said gently as he stepped inside his room and started to close the door.

“Goodnight,” Erestor nodded, watching the door close and hearing the quiet snick of the lock tumbling into place.

Erestor sighed heavily. By all that was holy, did that little beauty have to make being chivalrous so hard? After just a few meetings in the library and impromptu concerts at the piano and he was falling head-over-arse in love with a tiny little doll of an ellian. He could probably break the gentle thing just by glaring at him. He was trying to be a gentleman, but it was becoming harder every time he saw those beautiful eyes, that long, curling, spun gold hair, and that shy little smile.

Another sigh, and Erestor turned back the way he came. Maybe it was time to talk to Elrond about the adorable ellian that had stolen his heart.

He couldn’t wait much longer.