Battle of the Heart
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,954
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
The faintest of breezes blew the light gauze of the sheer curtains inwards, reaching towards the lovers nestled in their warm cocoon of limbs. The horizon began with the faintest of red and orange glowing. Red, a bad omen, blood would be spilled this day. Shivering despite the warmth, Erestor had not slept last eve. His mind would not let him. He tried to think of the here and now, but his thoughts kept traveling to the future, to the “what ifs.” His stomach churned though not from hunger.
The one in his arms snuggled deeper, to which Erestor instinctively curled his arms tighter around him, stroking hair and kissing the head that was tucked under his chin. He inhaled the scent of the one in his arms, his husband, who smelled of leather, honey and the sun. He had held him all night like this, urging Glorfindel to sleep for his long journey that lay ahead.
They had retired early from the traditional dinner that was held for all warriors and their families on the eve of going to war. Many speeches were made, many toasts given, but Erestor and Glorfindel only had eyes for each other…one with his heart breaking, and one trying to comfort that breaking heart. Neither realized that Glorfindel’s name was being called…”Glorfindel…Glorfindel…” Elrond called for him to speak to all there since he was the one to lead the soldiers to war.
Glorfindel stood finally, surveying the room before him, all eyes were awaiting his speech. “My friends and brothers-in-arms, tomorrow we ride out to help defeat a threat to our land, a land belonging not only to the first-born, but to all who dwell within it. By the grace of the Valar, we will return to you as a victorious company, and our lands will be safe once more.” He lifted up his glass. “To our victory!” He drank of his wine as his warriors yelled their reply of “To Victory!”
Erestor brought his glass to his lips but could taste naught but bile. He faked a smile as Glorfindel sat next to him; already feeling the stirring of his blood that battle brought to a warrior. He kissed Erestor on the cheek and squeezed his hand, “come, let us retire to our rooms, I feel the need for comfort.”
Erestor stood and allowed himself to be led from the festivities, though he felt as if he were not in his body, but gazing upon the world from deep within himself, as though all were a fog and not real. It was not until they had undressed and he was indeed filled by his beautiful husband, that he came crashing back to reality. Tears fell unbidden from his eyes as they slowly made love, taking turns filling and being filled. It was only a few hours until dawn when Erestor proposed that Glorfindel find some rest. Glorfindel had gladly snuggled into his husband’s arms and was soon lightly snoring against Erestor’s chest.
Hearing the first chirping of the morning, as the birds awoke from their slumber, Glorfindel stirred. Yawning, he kissed Erestor’s chest, then looked up into the most beautiful brown eyes, eyes flecked with the hint of green. “You have not slept.” He stated not expecting an answer. Instead he sat up, kissing those red lips sweetly.
They were awkwardly quiet while their morning activities began. Helping Glorfindel bathe, they walked into the sitting room where Glorfindel’s brilliant golden armor stood. It was just a breastplate, gauntlets and shin guards, with a helmet of the same hue. A cloak of darkest indigo topped it off. Silently, Erestor helped him into his armor after he dressed in the undergarments of deepest blue. Tying the leather straps at the side of the breastplate, he stepped back, admiring the brilliance that was Glorfindel. Yes, this was his element. This is where he shone. Going to the desk, Erestor opened the top drawer, retrieving a gift. He returned to Glorfindel’s side and showed him his prize. It was a long lock of Erestor’s hair, the ends of which were bound by leather cording. “A favor, a talisman, what have you,” whispered Erestor as he tied it to the shoulder of the armor.
Glorfindel had unshed tears in his eyes at the gesture. “I shall treasure it always.” He whispered back tenderly.
Placing a slender hand on either side of Glorfindel’s face, Erestor pressed a deep, closed mouth kiss upon Glorfindel’s. Reaching up to return the gesture, Glorfindel placed his strong hands on either side of his husband’s face and kissed him back the exact same way. Strapping on his weapons, they stopped to kiss the same way once more. The kiss was of unspeakable love, though it would look to the casual observer as if almost a chaste kiss, it was anything but.
Together they walked to the courtyard holding hands all the way there. They met their lord and lady, as well as the magnificent sight of all the readying warriors and their families, all in various stages of saying their farewells. It was unusually quiet for so many a number that were in attendance. Elrond gave Glorfindel the warrior’s greeting, his hand over his heart with a bow and the mighty slayer responded in kind. He received a hug from Celebrian.
Lagion brought over Asfaloth, who snorted his greeting to his favorite rider and friend. Glorfindel affectionately rubbed his nose. Glorfindel gave the signal and all mounted their horses save him. Turning once more to Erestor, they grabbed each other’s faces again as they pressed their lips desperately together, smashing them, breathing heavily. Finally pulling apart so as only their brows touched, Glorfindel spoke for Erestor’s ears only. “I love you Erestor.”
“I love you Glorfindel.” Came the whispered reply as they kissed once more.
Finally mounting, Glorfindel moved his company out, looking back just before he was to move out of sight, through the gates. Their eyes locked. ‘I will be back.’ Glorfindel said into his husband’s mind.
‘I know you will.’ Erestor lied, as his answer back.
Once they were out of sight and on their way, whilst the families went back to their daily activities, Erestor found himself struggling to stay upright. Elrond and Celebrian walked towards their chief counselor in concern. Overcome, feeling his head spiraling, Erestor turned and vomited bile into a corner of the courtyard. He found himself unable to stop vomiting, though there was naught in his stomach. Celebrian and Elrond took hold of him as he slumped against them in his despair.
TBC
The faintest of breezes blew the light gauze of the sheer curtains inwards, reaching towards the lovers nestled in their warm cocoon of limbs. The horizon began with the faintest of red and orange glowing. Red, a bad omen, blood would be spilled this day. Shivering despite the warmth, Erestor had not slept last eve. His mind would not let him. He tried to think of the here and now, but his thoughts kept traveling to the future, to the “what ifs.” His stomach churned though not from hunger.
The one in his arms snuggled deeper, to which Erestor instinctively curled his arms tighter around him, stroking hair and kissing the head that was tucked under his chin. He inhaled the scent of the one in his arms, his husband, who smelled of leather, honey and the sun. He had held him all night like this, urging Glorfindel to sleep for his long journey that lay ahead.
They had retired early from the traditional dinner that was held for all warriors and their families on the eve of going to war. Many speeches were made, many toasts given, but Erestor and Glorfindel only had eyes for each other…one with his heart breaking, and one trying to comfort that breaking heart. Neither realized that Glorfindel’s name was being called…”Glorfindel…Glorfindel…” Elrond called for him to speak to all there since he was the one to lead the soldiers to war.
Glorfindel stood finally, surveying the room before him, all eyes were awaiting his speech. “My friends and brothers-in-arms, tomorrow we ride out to help defeat a threat to our land, a land belonging not only to the first-born, but to all who dwell within it. By the grace of the Valar, we will return to you as a victorious company, and our lands will be safe once more.” He lifted up his glass. “To our victory!” He drank of his wine as his warriors yelled their reply of “To Victory!”
Erestor brought his glass to his lips but could taste naught but bile. He faked a smile as Glorfindel sat next to him; already feeling the stirring of his blood that battle brought to a warrior. He kissed Erestor on the cheek and squeezed his hand, “come, let us retire to our rooms, I feel the need for comfort.”
Erestor stood and allowed himself to be led from the festivities, though he felt as if he were not in his body, but gazing upon the world from deep within himself, as though all were a fog and not real. It was not until they had undressed and he was indeed filled by his beautiful husband, that he came crashing back to reality. Tears fell unbidden from his eyes as they slowly made love, taking turns filling and being filled. It was only a few hours until dawn when Erestor proposed that Glorfindel find some rest. Glorfindel had gladly snuggled into his husband’s arms and was soon lightly snoring against Erestor’s chest.
Hearing the first chirping of the morning, as the birds awoke from their slumber, Glorfindel stirred. Yawning, he kissed Erestor’s chest, then looked up into the most beautiful brown eyes, eyes flecked with the hint of green. “You have not slept.” He stated not expecting an answer. Instead he sat up, kissing those red lips sweetly.
They were awkwardly quiet while their morning activities began. Helping Glorfindel bathe, they walked into the sitting room where Glorfindel’s brilliant golden armor stood. It was just a breastplate, gauntlets and shin guards, with a helmet of the same hue. A cloak of darkest indigo topped it off. Silently, Erestor helped him into his armor after he dressed in the undergarments of deepest blue. Tying the leather straps at the side of the breastplate, he stepped back, admiring the brilliance that was Glorfindel. Yes, this was his element. This is where he shone. Going to the desk, Erestor opened the top drawer, retrieving a gift. He returned to Glorfindel’s side and showed him his prize. It was a long lock of Erestor’s hair, the ends of which were bound by leather cording. “A favor, a talisman, what have you,” whispered Erestor as he tied it to the shoulder of the armor.
Glorfindel had unshed tears in his eyes at the gesture. “I shall treasure it always.” He whispered back tenderly.
Placing a slender hand on either side of Glorfindel’s face, Erestor pressed a deep, closed mouth kiss upon Glorfindel’s. Reaching up to return the gesture, Glorfindel placed his strong hands on either side of his husband’s face and kissed him back the exact same way. Strapping on his weapons, they stopped to kiss the same way once more. The kiss was of unspeakable love, though it would look to the casual observer as if almost a chaste kiss, it was anything but.
Together they walked to the courtyard holding hands all the way there. They met their lord and lady, as well as the magnificent sight of all the readying warriors and their families, all in various stages of saying their farewells. It was unusually quiet for so many a number that were in attendance. Elrond gave Glorfindel the warrior’s greeting, his hand over his heart with a bow and the mighty slayer responded in kind. He received a hug from Celebrian.
Lagion brought over Asfaloth, who snorted his greeting to his favorite rider and friend. Glorfindel affectionately rubbed his nose. Glorfindel gave the signal and all mounted their horses save him. Turning once more to Erestor, they grabbed each other’s faces again as they pressed their lips desperately together, smashing them, breathing heavily. Finally pulling apart so as only their brows touched, Glorfindel spoke for Erestor’s ears only. “I love you Erestor.”
“I love you Glorfindel.” Came the whispered reply as they kissed once more.
Finally mounting, Glorfindel moved his company out, looking back just before he was to move out of sight, through the gates. Their eyes locked. ‘I will be back.’ Glorfindel said into his husband’s mind.
‘I know you will.’ Erestor lied, as his answer back.
Once they were out of sight and on their way, whilst the families went back to their daily activities, Erestor found himself struggling to stay upright. Elrond and Celebrian walked towards their chief counselor in concern. Overcome, feeling his head spiraling, Erestor turned and vomited bile into a corner of the courtyard. He found himself unable to stop vomiting, though there was naught in his stomach. Celebrian and Elrond took hold of him as he slumped against them in his despair.
TBC