Vacation
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
3,045
Reviews:
16
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 20
Part 19…
After a few minutes just staring at each other Erestor breathed deeply before deciding that some course of action needed to be taken. Turning to the table situated at the center of the patio and, swallowing his pride, Erestor sat down.
“Shall we eat?” Motioning towards the chair opposite him Erestor waited anxiously for Glorfindel to respond, telling himself that if the blonde left he wouldn’t care while at the same time desperately wanting Glorfindel to sit down with him. Deciding he didn’t want to pressure the blonde he turned to inspect the table settings, quickly finding that there wasn’t a lot there to distract himself with. Glancing at the sound of footsteps he smiled softly as Glorfindel approached, tossing the table cloth he still carried across his shoulder aside. Erestor frowned as he watched the deep red fabric flutter to the ground, a sudden thought occurring to him.
“Do you not have prior dinner plans, Glorfindel?”
“No, I don’t.”
Erestor raised an eyebrow in question. “But I thought…”
“Almaravarion cajoled me into helping him set up for the dinner. I’m not quite certain how he managed to get me to agree but… I’m rather glad he did.”
Feeling awkward Erestor nodded in understanding and set about uncovering the serving dishes to reveal their dinner, inhaling thuth uth watering scents as they wafted up into the air, impressed with the dishes Almaravarion had selected for them.
Erestor reached for the large wooden spoon and offered it to Glorfindel first, inclining his head in acceptance when the blonde indicated he should help himself first. Lifting the bowl closets Erestor spooned a large helping of the fluffy rice, which had been lightly peppered and mixed with peas, onto the center of his plate to form a bed for the main dish. Digging the spoon back into the rice he passed the bowl to Glorfindel before picking up another spoon and moving on to the next dish. Taking a small helping of the mushrooms that had been grilled in an oil, garlic and herb vinaigrette he again passed the bowl to Glorfindel before moving on once more.
Lifting the main platter he sniffed appreciatively before spooning two servings onto the bed of rice. The fish had been carefully prepared and it was obvious that Lórien must have done some fancy begging to get the cook to make such a delicacy. First the fish had to be completely covered by a finely wrought tin wrapping that could be bent by even a child. It was then slow cooked, whole, in hot coals. Once well cooked it was removed and allowed to cool to the point of being able to touch it with bare hands. The trout was then removed of its head and tail, skinned and de-boned. It was then sliced into thick squares before having a thick sauce made from heated sugar rubbed into it. Next it was pan fried in butter at a low heat while the remainder of the sauce was thinned with more butter to be eventually drizzled over the fish before being served.
Glancing up he murmured a quite “thank you” as Glorfindel poured two glasses of white wine, having opened the bottle while Erestor was drooling over the fish. Waiting until Glorfindel had finished serving himself Erestor sipped at his wine, staring mesmerized at Glorfindels hands as he balanced the platter and transferred two servings of fish onto his own plate. For a warrior Glorfindels hands look incredibly smooth and soft.
Forcing himself to stop fantasizing about Glorfindels hands he spread a napkin across his lap and began eating, marveling at how comfortable it was to be sitting with Glorfindel, just the two of them, in silence. Before he had always felt the need to speak, say something to fill the silence and keep the blonde at a distance with barbs and biting remarks. Before he hadn’t wished to encourage his own feelings, but now… now perhaps it would be alright to see about developing something beyond distant friendship.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Manwë sighed and stood up, looking contrite as the small flock of wild life that had kept him company for most of the day scattered at his movement. Kneeling down he retrieved the pack that had contained his lunch, being forced to move the rabbit that had made the bag a bed in order to get it. “I’m sorry. If it was mine I’d leave it for you, but I need to return it.”
Taking the soft nose twitching as a sign of understanding Manwë bestowed one more stroke over ears and back before straightening and making his way back towards Imladris. It had been dark now for an hour and he still had another two to go before he would reach the house, but the moon was bright enough to guide his way and he had managed to avoid Lórien the entire day. Now all he needed to do was figure out away to continue avoiding the ‘Lindir Lecture’ he expected upon his return.
Perhaps he could sleep outside tonight.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Glorfindel studied Erestor over the rim of his glass, pondering the best way to ask what he was dying to know. They had finished dinner and had moved on to dessert, another delicacy prepared by Imladris’ kitchen. Dessert had consisted of sweet red pears from the orchard that had been sliced and canned last summer and left to soak in their own juices all winter. The pears were removed from the syrupy water and baked beneath a crunchy topping of butter, flour, sugar and cinnamon. The syrup had been thickened to just before the point of carmelization and set in a small dispenser, along with a separate, smaller jug, of cream, so that it could be poured atop the dessert for added sweetness. Just watching those small chunks of pear, dripping with sweet nectar, disappear into that tempting mouth was enough to drive him mad… and only served to encourage his arousal that had been plaguing him since he had sat down.
“Do you like me Erestor?”
Erestor paused, fork poised in midair, the sweetness of a pear covered in syrup just touching his lips. Lowering the fork he held it just above his bowl of dessert. “Of course.”
“No, I mean…” leaving his sentence hanging Glorfindel leaned forward and, stretching across the table towards an unmoving Erestor, wiped the small dollop of sticky sweetness that had been left on the advisors bottom lip. Watching Erestor watch him he brought his hand up to his own mouth and seductively sucked the digit into his own mouth, seeing Erestor lick his lips in response. “Do you *like* me?”
Swallowing hard Erestor set his fork down and curled his hands into fists, clutching at the napkin in his lap, and wondered where this up coming conversation would take them.
TBC…
After a few minutes just staring at each other Erestor breathed deeply before deciding that some course of action needed to be taken. Turning to the table situated at the center of the patio and, swallowing his pride, Erestor sat down.
“Shall we eat?” Motioning towards the chair opposite him Erestor waited anxiously for Glorfindel to respond, telling himself that if the blonde left he wouldn’t care while at the same time desperately wanting Glorfindel to sit down with him. Deciding he didn’t want to pressure the blonde he turned to inspect the table settings, quickly finding that there wasn’t a lot there to distract himself with. Glancing at the sound of footsteps he smiled softly as Glorfindel approached, tossing the table cloth he still carried across his shoulder aside. Erestor frowned as he watched the deep red fabric flutter to the ground, a sudden thought occurring to him.
“Do you not have prior dinner plans, Glorfindel?”
“No, I don’t.”
Erestor raised an eyebrow in question. “But I thought…”
“Almaravarion cajoled me into helping him set up for the dinner. I’m not quite certain how he managed to get me to agree but… I’m rather glad he did.”
Feeling awkward Erestor nodded in understanding and set about uncovering the serving dishes to reveal their dinner, inhaling thuth uth watering scents as they wafted up into the air, impressed with the dishes Almaravarion had selected for them.
Erestor reached for the large wooden spoon and offered it to Glorfindel first, inclining his head in acceptance when the blonde indicated he should help himself first. Lifting the bowl closets Erestor spooned a large helping of the fluffy rice, which had been lightly peppered and mixed with peas, onto the center of his plate to form a bed for the main dish. Digging the spoon back into the rice he passed the bowl to Glorfindel before picking up another spoon and moving on to the next dish. Taking a small helping of the mushrooms that had been grilled in an oil, garlic and herb vinaigrette he again passed the bowl to Glorfindel before moving on once more.
Lifting the main platter he sniffed appreciatively before spooning two servings onto the bed of rice. The fish had been carefully prepared and it was obvious that Lórien must have done some fancy begging to get the cook to make such a delicacy. First the fish had to be completely covered by a finely wrought tin wrapping that could be bent by even a child. It was then slow cooked, whole, in hot coals. Once well cooked it was removed and allowed to cool to the point of being able to touch it with bare hands. The trout was then removed of its head and tail, skinned and de-boned. It was then sliced into thick squares before having a thick sauce made from heated sugar rubbed into it. Next it was pan fried in butter at a low heat while the remainder of the sauce was thinned with more butter to be eventually drizzled over the fish before being served.
Glancing up he murmured a quite “thank you” as Glorfindel poured two glasses of white wine, having opened the bottle while Erestor was drooling over the fish. Waiting until Glorfindel had finished serving himself Erestor sipped at his wine, staring mesmerized at Glorfindels hands as he balanced the platter and transferred two servings of fish onto his own plate. For a warrior Glorfindels hands look incredibly smooth and soft.
Forcing himself to stop fantasizing about Glorfindels hands he spread a napkin across his lap and began eating, marveling at how comfortable it was to be sitting with Glorfindel, just the two of them, in silence. Before he had always felt the need to speak, say something to fill the silence and keep the blonde at a distance with barbs and biting remarks. Before he hadn’t wished to encourage his own feelings, but now… now perhaps it would be alright to see about developing something beyond distant friendship.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Manwë sighed and stood up, looking contrite as the small flock of wild life that had kept him company for most of the day scattered at his movement. Kneeling down he retrieved the pack that had contained his lunch, being forced to move the rabbit that had made the bag a bed in order to get it. “I’m sorry. If it was mine I’d leave it for you, but I need to return it.”
Taking the soft nose twitching as a sign of understanding Manwë bestowed one more stroke over ears and back before straightening and making his way back towards Imladris. It had been dark now for an hour and he still had another two to go before he would reach the house, but the moon was bright enough to guide his way and he had managed to avoid Lórien the entire day. Now all he needed to do was figure out away to continue avoiding the ‘Lindir Lecture’ he expected upon his return.
Perhaps he could sleep outside tonight.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Glorfindel studied Erestor over the rim of his glass, pondering the best way to ask what he was dying to know. They had finished dinner and had moved on to dessert, another delicacy prepared by Imladris’ kitchen. Dessert had consisted of sweet red pears from the orchard that had been sliced and canned last summer and left to soak in their own juices all winter. The pears were removed from the syrupy water and baked beneath a crunchy topping of butter, flour, sugar and cinnamon. The syrup had been thickened to just before the point of carmelization and set in a small dispenser, along with a separate, smaller jug, of cream, so that it could be poured atop the dessert for added sweetness. Just watching those small chunks of pear, dripping with sweet nectar, disappear into that tempting mouth was enough to drive him mad… and only served to encourage his arousal that had been plaguing him since he had sat down.
“Do you like me Erestor?”
Erestor paused, fork poised in midair, the sweetness of a pear covered in syrup just touching his lips. Lowering the fork he held it just above his bowl of dessert. “Of course.”
“No, I mean…” leaving his sentence hanging Glorfindel leaned forward and, stretching across the table towards an unmoving Erestor, wiped the small dollop of sticky sweetness that had been left on the advisors bottom lip. Watching Erestor watch him he brought his hand up to his own mouth and seductively sucked the digit into his own mouth, seeing Erestor lick his lips in response. “Do you *like* me?”
Swallowing hard Erestor set his fork down and curled his hands into fists, clutching at the napkin in his lap, and wondered where this up coming conversation would take them.
TBC…