Hidden Love
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
3,537
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 2
Title: Hidden Love (2/19)
Author: Janalynn27
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made.
Beta: Patricia Pleasant aka slayer9649, Thanks a bunch! Any other mistakes are of my making.
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel love each other but are afraid to let the other know, for fear of rejection.
Timeline: 2610 TA, a hundred years after Celebrían passes into the west. The rest is AU.
Feedback: It is greatly appreciated, this being my first story in Tolkien’s wonderful world of Middle-Earth.
Author's note: When Erestor and Glorfindel are mindspeaking it is accentuated by 'dialogue'.
Chapter 2
Glorfindel woke to find a sleeping Erestor draped over him like a blanket. He could feel Erestor’s breath on his neck and his legs were on either side of his. Glorfindel lay there basking in the warmth that was Erestor. He stayed as still as he could, not wanting to wake him, not knowing when he would get to hold Erestor like this again. All too soon Glorfindel noticed that the sky was lightening and he began to hear the camp stir. He knew that Erestor would not want to be found draped over him like this so he was just preparing to wake him when Erestor nuzzled his neck and sighed as he woke.
Erestor was so warm and comfortable; he did not remember when he had slept so well. Then he realized that he was laying on something hard and warm and smelled just like Glorfindel. Suddenly Erestor clambered off of Glorfindel and stood breathing hard.
Glorfindel sat up quickly to hide how aroused he was; the last thing he wanted was for Erestor to see how he affected him. Erestor’s reaction to their closeness only confirmed what Glorfindel knew, Erestor did not desire him, did not love him.
“Glorfindel, I…sorry, I did not mean to lay on you like that,” Erestor stammered. When he realized whom he was laying on his body became on fire and Erestor panicked. He could only hope Glorfindel hadn’t felt his erection.
“Erestor, there is nothing to apologize for. You kept me quite warm. Are you feeling better?” he asked as he stood up and turned to fold up the blanket.
“Aye, thank you for the help last night,” Erestor said. Mentioning that he needed to relieve himself, Glorfindel told him he would go and check with Elrond and the wounded.
Erestor was kneeling down at the stream washing his face when a feeling of unease came over him, “Glorfindel.”
Erestor was half way back to camp when he heard the cries of the sentries. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a sword coming at his head. Deftly Erestor ducked and turned while taking out his knife and buried it in the orc’s neck. Making his way stealthy forward he heard fighting breaking out all around him. Suddenly an orc came at him from the side. Circling each other, Erestor stabbed once, twice, and the third time brought the orc down. By the time Erestor made it to the heart of the camp he had killed three more orcs; all he could think of was finding Glorfindel. Seeing Elrond not far from him he knew that Glorfindel would be close by. Blocking an orc’s blow, Erestor knocked the orc down and stabbed it’s black heart. He just got to his feet when he spotted Glorfindel who was engaged in a fight with two orcs. Relief flooded Erestor when he saw that Glorfindel was still alive then it was replaced with horror as he watched a huge orc coming at Glorfindel’s back. Not wasting any thought or time, Erestor grabbed the dagger out of his boot, throwing it hand over end he watched as it pierced the orc’s back, severing it’s spinal cord.
Glorfindel took down the second orc when he turned to find a wide-eyed orc only a couple of feet from him. He then watched as it fell forward face down, saw the dagger protruding from it’s back, and knew immediately who it belonged to, “Erestor,” he breathed. He looked up to find Erestor breathing hard, staring at him across the camp. By the time they managed to get to one another what was left of the orcs were fleeing.
Looking him up and down for injuries Glorfindel then pulled Erestor into his arms, “Erestor, you are safe.”
Erestor closed his eyes and savored the feel of Glorfindel’s arms about him. He drank in his warmth and fought the tears that threatened to fall. His beloved was safe.
Reality came flooding back to Glorfindel when he heard the moans of pain coming from the injured elves around them. He let go of Erestor and looked around to see blood and death. They had lost some warriors in this attack.
Erestor, feeling his pain, placed his hand on Glorfindel’s back, giving him what comfort he could in a time like this. When Glorfindel turned to look at Erestor with tears falling down his face, Erestor’s finally broke free.
“Glorfindel, I am so sorry,” Erestor whispered.
TBC
Author: Janalynn27
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made.
Beta: Patricia Pleasant aka slayer9649, Thanks a bunch! Any other mistakes are of my making.
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel love each other but are afraid to let the other know, for fear of rejection.
Timeline: 2610 TA, a hundred years after Celebrían passes into the west. The rest is AU.
Feedback: It is greatly appreciated, this being my first story in Tolkien’s wonderful world of Middle-Earth.
Author's note: When Erestor and Glorfindel are mindspeaking it is accentuated by 'dialogue'.
Chapter 2
Glorfindel woke to find a sleeping Erestor draped over him like a blanket. He could feel Erestor’s breath on his neck and his legs were on either side of his. Glorfindel lay there basking in the warmth that was Erestor. He stayed as still as he could, not wanting to wake him, not knowing when he would get to hold Erestor like this again. All too soon Glorfindel noticed that the sky was lightening and he began to hear the camp stir. He knew that Erestor would not want to be found draped over him like this so he was just preparing to wake him when Erestor nuzzled his neck and sighed as he woke.
Erestor was so warm and comfortable; he did not remember when he had slept so well. Then he realized that he was laying on something hard and warm and smelled just like Glorfindel. Suddenly Erestor clambered off of Glorfindel and stood breathing hard.
Glorfindel sat up quickly to hide how aroused he was; the last thing he wanted was for Erestor to see how he affected him. Erestor’s reaction to their closeness only confirmed what Glorfindel knew, Erestor did not desire him, did not love him.
“Glorfindel, I…sorry, I did not mean to lay on you like that,” Erestor stammered. When he realized whom he was laying on his body became on fire and Erestor panicked. He could only hope Glorfindel hadn’t felt his erection.
“Erestor, there is nothing to apologize for. You kept me quite warm. Are you feeling better?” he asked as he stood up and turned to fold up the blanket.
“Aye, thank you for the help last night,” Erestor said. Mentioning that he needed to relieve himself, Glorfindel told him he would go and check with Elrond and the wounded.
Erestor was kneeling down at the stream washing his face when a feeling of unease came over him, “Glorfindel.”
Erestor was half way back to camp when he heard the cries of the sentries. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a sword coming at his head. Deftly Erestor ducked and turned while taking out his knife and buried it in the orc’s neck. Making his way stealthy forward he heard fighting breaking out all around him. Suddenly an orc came at him from the side. Circling each other, Erestor stabbed once, twice, and the third time brought the orc down. By the time Erestor made it to the heart of the camp he had killed three more orcs; all he could think of was finding Glorfindel. Seeing Elrond not far from him he knew that Glorfindel would be close by. Blocking an orc’s blow, Erestor knocked the orc down and stabbed it’s black heart. He just got to his feet when he spotted Glorfindel who was engaged in a fight with two orcs. Relief flooded Erestor when he saw that Glorfindel was still alive then it was replaced with horror as he watched a huge orc coming at Glorfindel’s back. Not wasting any thought or time, Erestor grabbed the dagger out of his boot, throwing it hand over end he watched as it pierced the orc’s back, severing it’s spinal cord.
Glorfindel took down the second orc when he turned to find a wide-eyed orc only a couple of feet from him. He then watched as it fell forward face down, saw the dagger protruding from it’s back, and knew immediately who it belonged to, “Erestor,” he breathed. He looked up to find Erestor breathing hard, staring at him across the camp. By the time they managed to get to one another what was left of the orcs were fleeing.
Looking him up and down for injuries Glorfindel then pulled Erestor into his arms, “Erestor, you are safe.”
Erestor closed his eyes and savored the feel of Glorfindel’s arms about him. He drank in his warmth and fought the tears that threatened to fall. His beloved was safe.
Reality came flooding back to Glorfindel when he heard the moans of pain coming from the injured elves around them. He let go of Erestor and looked around to see blood and death. They had lost some warriors in this attack.
Erestor, feeling his pain, placed his hand on Glorfindel’s back, giving him what comfort he could in a time like this. When Glorfindel turned to look at Erestor with tears falling down his face, Erestor’s finally broke free.
“Glorfindel, I am so sorry,” Erestor whispered.
TBC