Tales of Love and Valour
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
9
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1,482
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3
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Dance with Me
Title: Dance with Me
Characters: Glorfindel/Ecthelion
Prompt: 10 - You seem to know a lot. More than is good for you, I guess.
Word Count: 673
Rating: PG13
Summary: It’s festival time in Gondolin.
Lioncourt - Thank you, I glad you liked it. There are many more to come!
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"Dance with me."
Glorfindel looked up to see Ecthelion holding his hand out and smiling warmly at him. His face was flushed from many hours of merry making, though he seemed untroubled by it. Glorfindel froze, staring at the proffered hand as if it would somehow harm him.
"I... I can't," he stuttered. "I'm sorry…"
He saw the disappointment and confusion cross Ecthelion's face, though he knew the fair Lord would not push him.
"As you wish," he said quietly, moving on all too quickly.
Glorfindel sighed. He wanted, truly wanted, to dance with Ecthelion. Yet the simple truth was – Glorfindel could not dance. On the dance floor his grace deserted him, taking his confidence along with it. Especially these days, when he held such a high social standing, he preferred not to embarrass himself. Those warriors he led would never look at him with respect again if they saw his bumbling, clumsy steps. He silently cursed his lack of skill in the arts, his despondency growing as he saw a young maiden accept Ecthelion’s invitation and the two made for the centre of the dancer’s circle.
From that moment on, the evening turned from one of pleasure into one of pure torture for Glorfindel. Ecthelion danced with Ellon and Elleth alike, taking each one on a dizzying whirl around the dance floor, while he sat with his drink at the edge.
Many approached him, for he was known and loved amongst the people of Gondolin, yet he had eyes only for the Lord of the Fountain. Even when in conversation with another, his eyes drifted to the graceful dancers.
**************
It was long past midnight when the revels finally came to an end. The festival would have continued for longer, but the moon was now hidden behind dark clouds and the feel of a storm was in the air. Slowly the crowd thinned as most Elves drifted back to their homes.
Glorfindel did not hurry, walking at an easy pace through the gardens to his house. He was unprepared for the sudden arrival of the storm, thinking he had time enough before it broke. Yet he was some minutes from the gates when the clouds tore apart, sending their load down to the ground.
Within moments he was soaked – his clothes sticking to his body, his long hair heavy and clinging to his face uncomfortably. He sighed, the rain on top of the poor evening was almost enough to convince him that the Valar were punishing him for something. Shaking his head, he sighed and trudged on, too wet now to worry about hurrying back.
Suddenly, his wrist was caught in a tight grip and he was pulled towards a firm body. He cried out and tried to pull away, but found he could not. Blinded by the torrential rain, he could not tell who his captor was, until a soft voice whispered in his ear.
“Dance with me.”
“Ecthelion,” he gasped as he was pressed firmly against the solid, if wet, body of the Elf he so desired. There was no reply, but the hand left his wrist and two arms slid around his waist, holding him close. Almost without thinking, he did the same.
They swayed gently, bodies pressed together as the rain continued to fall. The warmth coming from Ecthelion chased away the chill of the rain that Glorfindel had been feeling just moments ago.
He felt a soft breath near his mouth and then Ecthelion’s lips pressed against his. The kiss was gentle, tender and Glorfindel surrendered completely to it, his eyes half-closing in bliss as his lips parted to allow his companion entry, their tongues entwining almost instantly.
By the time the kiss ended, he was near breathless and had forgotten the rain.
“I knew you could dance,” Ecthelion smiled, pushing a strand of Glorfindel’s soaked hair out of his face.
“You seem to know a lot. More than is good for you, I guess,” Glorfindel replied, and chucked as he leaned in for another kiss.
END
Characters: Glorfindel/Ecthelion
Prompt: 10 - You seem to know a lot. More than is good for you, I guess.
Word Count: 673
Rating: PG13
Summary: It’s festival time in Gondolin.
Lioncourt - Thank you, I glad you liked it. There are many more to come!
******************
"Dance with me."
Glorfindel looked up to see Ecthelion holding his hand out and smiling warmly at him. His face was flushed from many hours of merry making, though he seemed untroubled by it. Glorfindel froze, staring at the proffered hand as if it would somehow harm him.
"I... I can't," he stuttered. "I'm sorry…"
He saw the disappointment and confusion cross Ecthelion's face, though he knew the fair Lord would not push him.
"As you wish," he said quietly, moving on all too quickly.
Glorfindel sighed. He wanted, truly wanted, to dance with Ecthelion. Yet the simple truth was – Glorfindel could not dance. On the dance floor his grace deserted him, taking his confidence along with it. Especially these days, when he held such a high social standing, he preferred not to embarrass himself. Those warriors he led would never look at him with respect again if they saw his bumbling, clumsy steps. He silently cursed his lack of skill in the arts, his despondency growing as he saw a young maiden accept Ecthelion’s invitation and the two made for the centre of the dancer’s circle.
From that moment on, the evening turned from one of pleasure into one of pure torture for Glorfindel. Ecthelion danced with Ellon and Elleth alike, taking each one on a dizzying whirl around the dance floor, while he sat with his drink at the edge.
Many approached him, for he was known and loved amongst the people of Gondolin, yet he had eyes only for the Lord of the Fountain. Even when in conversation with another, his eyes drifted to the graceful dancers.
**************
It was long past midnight when the revels finally came to an end. The festival would have continued for longer, but the moon was now hidden behind dark clouds and the feel of a storm was in the air. Slowly the crowd thinned as most Elves drifted back to their homes.
Glorfindel did not hurry, walking at an easy pace through the gardens to his house. He was unprepared for the sudden arrival of the storm, thinking he had time enough before it broke. Yet he was some minutes from the gates when the clouds tore apart, sending their load down to the ground.
Within moments he was soaked – his clothes sticking to his body, his long hair heavy and clinging to his face uncomfortably. He sighed, the rain on top of the poor evening was almost enough to convince him that the Valar were punishing him for something. Shaking his head, he sighed and trudged on, too wet now to worry about hurrying back.
Suddenly, his wrist was caught in a tight grip and he was pulled towards a firm body. He cried out and tried to pull away, but found he could not. Blinded by the torrential rain, he could not tell who his captor was, until a soft voice whispered in his ear.
“Dance with me.”
“Ecthelion,” he gasped as he was pressed firmly against the solid, if wet, body of the Elf he so desired. There was no reply, but the hand left his wrist and two arms slid around his waist, holding him close. Almost without thinking, he did the same.
They swayed gently, bodies pressed together as the rain continued to fall. The warmth coming from Ecthelion chased away the chill of the rain that Glorfindel had been feeling just moments ago.
He felt a soft breath near his mouth and then Ecthelion’s lips pressed against his. The kiss was gentle, tender and Glorfindel surrendered completely to it, his eyes half-closing in bliss as his lips parted to allow his companion entry, their tongues entwining almost instantly.
By the time the kiss ended, he was near breathless and had forgotten the rain.
“I knew you could dance,” Ecthelion smiled, pushing a strand of Glorfindel’s soaked hair out of his face.
“You seem to know a lot. More than is good for you, I guess,” Glorfindel replied, and chucked as he leaned in for another kiss.
END