The start of something new
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
5
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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.
Chapter two.
It had been a long hard journey to Imladris, especially for an elf who was not use to riding, but the time he was able to spend with Erestor made it all worth it. During the journey the two had became great friends, but still Lindir wanted more. He had falling deeply in love with the dark haired elf, but as of yet he had not seen that Erestor returned his feelings. Since making it to the Hidden Valley they had had little time to spend together, but at least once a week the two meet for a friendly game of chess and some friendly talk. As they were doing this evening, As always Lindir took extra care with his appearance, but a this night he thought that maybe tonight he would tell Erestor his feeling and see what happened. Upon hearing a knock on the door went to he opened it. Erestor busted through the door excited beyond anything Lindir had ever seen. Wondering what had his friend, and secret love, so windup he asked, “What has you so happy this evening?”
“He is coming here, HERE, I can not believe it, He has been returned, and is coming here,” Erestor told Lindir as he tried very unsuccessfully to keep from jump around.
“Who is coming, Who has been returned,” Lindir asked?
“Glorfindel, The Balrog Slayer, can you believe it, My uncle, Ecthelion, and him were best friends, My Ada use to tell me stories of the two when I was growing up.” Falling down upon Lindir’s bed he add dreamily, “do you think his is as gorgeous as his drawings, can you believe it, one of our most legendary hero is coming here, I can not wait to meet him.”
“Neither can I, ” Lindir replied sarcastically which was lost on his friend as he just laid there with a dreamily expression on his face.
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Lindir sit watching the display in front of him with barely controlled anger. The fame Balrog Slayer had come, that night there was going to be a celebration in honor of his return. His secret love, Erestor, had spend all day getting ready and now stood in a circle of quickly growing admirers of that, that Balrog Slayer, that arrogant self-center Balrog Slayer. Linger had only talked to him once and personal could not see how he could have killed the Balrog for being dimwitted. The Balrog must have slipped, that’s it and fell down and by sheer luck, sorry sheer bad luck caught the blonde's hair pulling him to his death also, and how the Valar thought he could protect their Lord was beyond him. Lord Elrond must have angered the Valar at some point and is now being punished. That was the only thing Linder could think he was not even that cute either, Lindir thought to him self. Having taking about all he could stand he grabbed the nearest bottle of wine and headed out the door.
“He is coming here, HERE, I can not believe it, He has been returned, and is coming here,” Erestor told Lindir as he tried very unsuccessfully to keep from jump around.
“Who is coming, Who has been returned,” Lindir asked?
“Glorfindel, The Balrog Slayer, can you believe it, My uncle, Ecthelion, and him were best friends, My Ada use to tell me stories of the two when I was growing up.” Falling down upon Lindir’s bed he add dreamily, “do you think his is as gorgeous as his drawings, can you believe it, one of our most legendary hero is coming here, I can not wait to meet him.”
“Neither can I, ” Lindir replied sarcastically which was lost on his friend as he just laid there with a dreamily expression on his face.
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Lindir sit watching the display in front of him with barely controlled anger. The fame Balrog Slayer had come, that night there was going to be a celebration in honor of his return. His secret love, Erestor, had spend all day getting ready and now stood in a circle of quickly growing admirers of that, that Balrog Slayer, that arrogant self-center Balrog Slayer. Linger had only talked to him once and personal could not see how he could have killed the Balrog for being dimwitted. The Balrog must have slipped, that’s it and fell down and by sheer luck, sorry sheer bad luck caught the blonde's hair pulling him to his death also, and how the Valar thought he could protect their Lord was beyond him. Lord Elrond must have angered the Valar at some point and is now being punished. That was the only thing Linder could think he was not even that cute either, Lindir thought to him self. Having taking about all he could stand he grabbed the nearest bottle of wine and headed out the door.