Unattainable
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
3,192
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
1
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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 2
Part 2…
Erestor fixed his steadfast gaze on King Thranduil and wished for the umpteenth time in as many minutes that the stately, over dressed windbag would be kind enough to shut his mouth and leave them all in peace. Alas, it was not to be. Thranduil continued to drone on and on about some pointless political matter, one that would no doubt be brought up, discussed and settled at the counsel meeting on the morrow. But Lord Elrond was humoring the King, although Erestor was beginning to suspect that Elrond wasn’t really listening to the blond nuisance as his eyes had taken on a slightly far off look. Erestor knew that look, it was the one that indicated Elrond was busy contemplating another matter, such as how much alcohol he could imbibe that would block out the Mirkwood Kings babble and still not adversely affect his conduct the next day. This left Erestor the unappealing duty of actually having to listen to Thranduil. How he despised these political gatherings, they took so much longer than should be strictly necessary. Personally he was of the opinion that, had the rulers of Lothlorien, Mirkwood and Imladris left such things in his capable hands, everything would be running much more smoothly and they all, himself included, could have more leisure time. Instead he was forced to sit around and listen to pompous windbags and their paltry problems. So it was with some relief that Erestor glanced up and saw Galadriel gliding to a stop beside their small group and, smiling serenely, forced Thranduil into silence.
“My dear King, do you not think is wise to await the counsel meeting tomorrow to discuss such political matters? This evening’s gathering is held with the intent of allowing everyone to relax and enjoy themselves.” And with that said the refined Lady of the Golden Wood snatch Elrond right out from under Thranduil’s nose and proceeded to drag him towards the musicians, obviously intending to make him dance. Leaving Erestor face to face with a visibly peeved blond Royal. It was during times such as these that Erestor wished he could just toss his cool headed self –control off the balcony and Thranduil along with it. Instead Erestor folded his hands together demurely and prepared himself for a lengthy tirade concerning how there was no respect now-a days for royalty. At least before Galadriel’s intervention Elrond would have been forced to suffer with him, but noooo…… he was off dancing and laughing and being the life of the party, leaving Erestor on his own. Perhaps if he drank a little more wine he could pawn off any erratic behavior on alcohol… there by having an excuse for tossing the Mirkwood whiner out the window.
“A… err… hem. Erestor?”
Yanking himself from the amusing picture of Thranduil laying in a rose bush, preferably on with larger than average thorns that would inevitably find their way into his royal back side, Erestor fixed his dark gaze upon Glorfindel, stoutly ignoring the look of irritation that crossed over Thranduil’s golden face.
“Yes, Glorfindel, what can I do for you?”
Glorfindel froze! Oh, how to answer that. True he’d come over here with the intent of wooing Erestor, but having absolutely no idea how to do so. Now that he was here, he found himself to be at a loss as to what to say. The silence seemed to stretch for decades, broken only by Thranduil’s annoyed sigh. Erestor frowned and cocked his head to one side, which Glorfindel found to be inexplicable adorable. He quirked his eyebrow, even more adorable. And what did the golden warrior do? The renowned slayer of Demons stood there like a dumb mute, unable to say a single word, and started to panic. What to say, what to say…all his charm and ability to speak to anyone about anything had vanished. He was tongue tied is a way he hadn’t been since… well… ever actually.
Finally deciding he had stood there, gazing into Erestor’s beautiful eyes like a simpleton for long enough, Glorfindel plastered a wide, full tooth smile on his face, that was rather glaring in it’s intensity, and ignoring Erestor’s shocked look and Thranduil’s widened eyes, grabbed the counselors fine boned wrist and proceeded to drag him out of the dining hall and down into the gardens.
Erestor fixed his steadfast gaze on King Thranduil and wished for the umpteenth time in as many minutes that the stately, over dressed windbag would be kind enough to shut his mouth and leave them all in peace. Alas, it was not to be. Thranduil continued to drone on and on about some pointless political matter, one that would no doubt be brought up, discussed and settled at the counsel meeting on the morrow. But Lord Elrond was humoring the King, although Erestor was beginning to suspect that Elrond wasn’t really listening to the blond nuisance as his eyes had taken on a slightly far off look. Erestor knew that look, it was the one that indicated Elrond was busy contemplating another matter, such as how much alcohol he could imbibe that would block out the Mirkwood Kings babble and still not adversely affect his conduct the next day. This left Erestor the unappealing duty of actually having to listen to Thranduil. How he despised these political gatherings, they took so much longer than should be strictly necessary. Personally he was of the opinion that, had the rulers of Lothlorien, Mirkwood and Imladris left such things in his capable hands, everything would be running much more smoothly and they all, himself included, could have more leisure time. Instead he was forced to sit around and listen to pompous windbags and their paltry problems. So it was with some relief that Erestor glanced up and saw Galadriel gliding to a stop beside their small group and, smiling serenely, forced Thranduil into silence.
“My dear King, do you not think is wise to await the counsel meeting tomorrow to discuss such political matters? This evening’s gathering is held with the intent of allowing everyone to relax and enjoy themselves.” And with that said the refined Lady of the Golden Wood snatch Elrond right out from under Thranduil’s nose and proceeded to drag him towards the musicians, obviously intending to make him dance. Leaving Erestor face to face with a visibly peeved blond Royal. It was during times such as these that Erestor wished he could just toss his cool headed self –control off the balcony and Thranduil along with it. Instead Erestor folded his hands together demurely and prepared himself for a lengthy tirade concerning how there was no respect now-a days for royalty. At least before Galadriel’s intervention Elrond would have been forced to suffer with him, but noooo…… he was off dancing and laughing and being the life of the party, leaving Erestor on his own. Perhaps if he drank a little more wine he could pawn off any erratic behavior on alcohol… there by having an excuse for tossing the Mirkwood whiner out the window.
“A… err… hem. Erestor?”
Yanking himself from the amusing picture of Thranduil laying in a rose bush, preferably on with larger than average thorns that would inevitably find their way into his royal back side, Erestor fixed his dark gaze upon Glorfindel, stoutly ignoring the look of irritation that crossed over Thranduil’s golden face.
“Yes, Glorfindel, what can I do for you?”
Glorfindel froze! Oh, how to answer that. True he’d come over here with the intent of wooing Erestor, but having absolutely no idea how to do so. Now that he was here, he found himself to be at a loss as to what to say. The silence seemed to stretch for decades, broken only by Thranduil’s annoyed sigh. Erestor frowned and cocked his head to one side, which Glorfindel found to be inexplicable adorable. He quirked his eyebrow, even more adorable. And what did the golden warrior do? The renowned slayer of Demons stood there like a dumb mute, unable to say a single word, and started to panic. What to say, what to say…all his charm and ability to speak to anyone about anything had vanished. He was tongue tied is a way he hadn’t been since… well… ever actually.
Finally deciding he had stood there, gazing into Erestor’s beautiful eyes like a simpleton for long enough, Glorfindel plastered a wide, full tooth smile on his face, that was rather glaring in it’s intensity, and ignoring Erestor’s shocked look and Thranduil’s widened eyes, grabbed the counselors fine boned wrist and proceeded to drag him out of the dining hall and down into the gardens.