House and Home Series
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
4,217
Reviews:
12
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.
Old Meetings and New Beginnings
Title: House and Home~Old Meetings and New Beginnings
Fandom: LoTR
Author: Lynsey
Websites and Mailing List: See links under user information
Beta: None
Chapter: Ficlet
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: G
Warnings: Fluff
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: Written from prompt: Erestor finds out Glorfindel really is THE Glorfindel.
A/N: This series is not posted in timeline order. Go to here for a list of drabbles in order: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/94614.html
“I can’t believe you haven’t met my Seneschal yet!” Elrond said, guiding Erestor to the practice fields. “I could have sworn I saw the two of you together at some point, but I guess we should make a formal introduction anyway before the next meeting of the council.”
Erestor nodded as Elrond continued to babble. The councilor didn’t know why he hadn’t met the Seneschal yet either. From the talk around the House, the Seneschal was rather hard to miss. Bright, talkative, blond and…
Erestor stopped in his tracks as he saw his beautiful, delicate, sweet little Glorfindel being brutally attacked by a much larger and clearly experienced guard. Erestor’s hand went to the sword that didn’t exist as he started to sprint. His eyes were wide with terror.
Why wasn’t anyone doing anything? All these soldiers were standing around just watching as Glorfindel faced down an elf two times his size.
Before Erestor could even take five strides, his perfect, adorable little doll somehow managed to flip his much larger attacker over his shoulder.
Erestor once again froze in his steps. Glorfindel, tiny, sweet little Glorfindel, pulled a dagger out of nowhere and had the deadly blade at his assailant’s throat. Glorfindel halted in his movements, both elves completely immobile for a long moment. Glorfindel pulled back with a large smile, offering a hand up to the other elf.
“And that is what I’m looking for!” Glorfindel shouted, parade ground voice echoing across the gathered troops. “I want to see that maneuver from all of you before sunset, or you’ll be scrubbing latrines for the next week!”
There were groans of minor protest, but the troops paired off and started practicing. Glorfindel surveyed the various parings, nodding or yelling corrections in turn.
“Glorfindel!” Elrond called.
The blond turned, smile lighting up his features as he saw Elrond and Erestor. He jogged over with a happy lilt in his step.
Erestor still stood in disbelief. Was this…how could…what really….
“Erestor, this is my Seneschal, Glorfindel. Glorfindel, this is my new councilor I was telling you about, Erestor,” Elrond said with a grand gesture.
Erestor’s mouth worked, but nothing came out.
Glorfindel’s brow furrowed with puzzlement. “Elrond we already know each other,” the blond said with a small laugh in his voice. “We met the day Erestor arrived.” Glorfindel snorted and blushed a little bit. “We’ve been…courting,” the blond admitted with an embarrassed shrug.
Elrond glanced at Erestor, who still had yet to say anything. “I thought you said you hadn’t met my Seneschal yet.”
Erestor closed his mouth with a snap, and took a deep breath. “Glorfindel…I didn’t realize you…you were…”
“The Glorfindel,” the blond said quietly, almost sadly.
Elrond looked back and forth between the two elves, clearly uncomfortable. “I guess I’ll just leave you two alone. Have a wonderful evening.” The Lord high-tailed it out of the awkward situation.
“I guess we need to talk,” Glorfindel said. “I’ll just…turn training over to my second. I’ll be back in a minute.” The blond jogged over to one of the supervisors, leaving a still-speechless Erestor standing in bewilderment. The Seneschal spoke quietly to the other elf who nodded in agreement before Glorfindel jogged back over to Erestor.
“Let’s go,” Glorfindel gestured towards the House, shy and nervous.
All Erestor could do was nod stupidly.
It wasn’t long before they were in Erestor’s secluded quarters, the councilor not even remembering the walk there.
“Why…why didn’t you tell me?” Erestor asked, puzzled and feeling a little betrayed.
“Tell you what?” Glorfindel responded. He looked so very small where he had perched himself on one of Erestor’s large, leather chairs.
Erestor cleared his throat. He opened his mouth to snarl at the little blond at being kept in the dark, but his conscious stopped him before he could yell at Glorfindel for something that wasn’t really his fault. Erestor sighed and cleared his throat again. “Why weren’t you honest about who you where?”
“I never lied to you,” Glorfindel said, eyes full of honesty.
Erestor couldn’t refute him on that point. The blond had never outwardly lied about who he was and his place in the House. But… “You never lied, but you certainly led me on.”
Glorfindel took a deep, slightly shaking breath and stared into Erestor’s eyes. “I just wanted you to…to stay the same. I didn’t want you to treat me any different. I liked just being…” He tilted his head to the side and focused on the floor. “I just wanted to be another elf with a proper suitor. You just wanted me for…me. It was nice.” Glorfindel shrugged despondently.
“Why would it change because I know who you are?” Erestor’s brows furrowed in confusion.
Glorfindel looked at him with a small amount of disbelief. “Are you that dense? What do you think people want from me once they know who I am?” He hands flailed in a gesture of disgust. “They all want to be the one who…who owns me.” Glorfindel’s eyes were pleading. “I’m so, so tired of it. You weren’t like that. You courted me when you thought I was some young, awkward kid. You were patient and sweet and a perfect gentleman. I could trust you. I still…” he sighed and looked away. “I still trust you.”
Erestor looked down at the floor for several minutes, trying to calm his thoughts and sort through his feelings. “I…guess…” the dark haired elf lifted his head to look thoughtfully at Glorfindel. Despite knowing that this was the Glorfindel, the Balrog Slayer, the one who returned, one of the most renowned warriors on the planet…Erestor couldn’t see anything but a young, sweet, gentle elf that should be treated with the utmost of respect and…love. “I guess nothing has really changed, has it?”
Glorfindel smiled the bright, beautiful smile that melted Erestor’s heart and made his breathing speed up. Erestor took a few steps forward and knelt in front of the smaller elf. He took a small, and now that he thought about it, sword calloused hand, in his own large paws and kissed the back.
Glorfindel’s breath caught, thoroughly romanced and not knowing how to contain all the feelings he had swirling inside of him. “Oh, Erestor. I’m so sorry I led you on. I just didn’t want to loose this. All I want is to be with you.”
“I don’t want you to be a conquest,” Erestor said as he looked up at what was surely the love of his life. “I want you…I…never want to be apart from you. We’ve only known each other for a short time, but I already know that you would never, ever be just a notch in my bedpost. I…I love you too much for that.”
Glorfindel could hardly breathe.
Erestor swallowed thickly, and felt tears well in his eyes as he said the words that would change his solitary life. “Would you do me the honor of having your hand in marriage?”
Glorfindel let out his breath in a nervous and ecstatic, “Ooooh.” His hand shook and he felt tears falling from his own eyes. Glorfindel then spoke the one word that would change his own long, lonely life forever. “Yes.”
Fandom: LoTR
Author: Lynsey
Websites and Mailing List: See links under user information
Beta: None
Chapter: Ficlet
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: G
Warnings: Fluff
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: Written from prompt: Erestor finds out Glorfindel really is THE Glorfindel.
A/N: This series is not posted in timeline order. Go to here for a list of drabbles in order: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/94614.html
“I can’t believe you haven’t met my Seneschal yet!” Elrond said, guiding Erestor to the practice fields. “I could have sworn I saw the two of you together at some point, but I guess we should make a formal introduction anyway before the next meeting of the council.”
Erestor nodded as Elrond continued to babble. The councilor didn’t know why he hadn’t met the Seneschal yet either. From the talk around the House, the Seneschal was rather hard to miss. Bright, talkative, blond and…
Erestor stopped in his tracks as he saw his beautiful, delicate, sweet little Glorfindel being brutally attacked by a much larger and clearly experienced guard. Erestor’s hand went to the sword that didn’t exist as he started to sprint. His eyes were wide with terror.
Why wasn’t anyone doing anything? All these soldiers were standing around just watching as Glorfindel faced down an elf two times his size.
Before Erestor could even take five strides, his perfect, adorable little doll somehow managed to flip his much larger attacker over his shoulder.
Erestor once again froze in his steps. Glorfindel, tiny, sweet little Glorfindel, pulled a dagger out of nowhere and had the deadly blade at his assailant’s throat. Glorfindel halted in his movements, both elves completely immobile for a long moment. Glorfindel pulled back with a large smile, offering a hand up to the other elf.
“And that is what I’m looking for!” Glorfindel shouted, parade ground voice echoing across the gathered troops. “I want to see that maneuver from all of you before sunset, or you’ll be scrubbing latrines for the next week!”
There were groans of minor protest, but the troops paired off and started practicing. Glorfindel surveyed the various parings, nodding or yelling corrections in turn.
“Glorfindel!” Elrond called.
The blond turned, smile lighting up his features as he saw Elrond and Erestor. He jogged over with a happy lilt in his step.
Erestor still stood in disbelief. Was this…how could…what really….
“Erestor, this is my Seneschal, Glorfindel. Glorfindel, this is my new councilor I was telling you about, Erestor,” Elrond said with a grand gesture.
Erestor’s mouth worked, but nothing came out.
Glorfindel’s brow furrowed with puzzlement. “Elrond we already know each other,” the blond said with a small laugh in his voice. “We met the day Erestor arrived.” Glorfindel snorted and blushed a little bit. “We’ve been…courting,” the blond admitted with an embarrassed shrug.
Elrond glanced at Erestor, who still had yet to say anything. “I thought you said you hadn’t met my Seneschal yet.”
Erestor closed his mouth with a snap, and took a deep breath. “Glorfindel…I didn’t realize you…you were…”
“The Glorfindel,” the blond said quietly, almost sadly.
Elrond looked back and forth between the two elves, clearly uncomfortable. “I guess I’ll just leave you two alone. Have a wonderful evening.” The Lord high-tailed it out of the awkward situation.
“I guess we need to talk,” Glorfindel said. “I’ll just…turn training over to my second. I’ll be back in a minute.” The blond jogged over to one of the supervisors, leaving a still-speechless Erestor standing in bewilderment. The Seneschal spoke quietly to the other elf who nodded in agreement before Glorfindel jogged back over to Erestor.
“Let’s go,” Glorfindel gestured towards the House, shy and nervous.
All Erestor could do was nod stupidly.
It wasn’t long before they were in Erestor’s secluded quarters, the councilor not even remembering the walk there.
“Why…why didn’t you tell me?” Erestor asked, puzzled and feeling a little betrayed.
“Tell you what?” Glorfindel responded. He looked so very small where he had perched himself on one of Erestor’s large, leather chairs.
Erestor cleared his throat. He opened his mouth to snarl at the little blond at being kept in the dark, but his conscious stopped him before he could yell at Glorfindel for something that wasn’t really his fault. Erestor sighed and cleared his throat again. “Why weren’t you honest about who you where?”
“I never lied to you,” Glorfindel said, eyes full of honesty.
Erestor couldn’t refute him on that point. The blond had never outwardly lied about who he was and his place in the House. But… “You never lied, but you certainly led me on.”
Glorfindel took a deep, slightly shaking breath and stared into Erestor’s eyes. “I just wanted you to…to stay the same. I didn’t want you to treat me any different. I liked just being…” He tilted his head to the side and focused on the floor. “I just wanted to be another elf with a proper suitor. You just wanted me for…me. It was nice.” Glorfindel shrugged despondently.
“Why would it change because I know who you are?” Erestor’s brows furrowed in confusion.
Glorfindel looked at him with a small amount of disbelief. “Are you that dense? What do you think people want from me once they know who I am?” He hands flailed in a gesture of disgust. “They all want to be the one who…who owns me.” Glorfindel’s eyes were pleading. “I’m so, so tired of it. You weren’t like that. You courted me when you thought I was some young, awkward kid. You were patient and sweet and a perfect gentleman. I could trust you. I still…” he sighed and looked away. “I still trust you.”
Erestor looked down at the floor for several minutes, trying to calm his thoughts and sort through his feelings. “I…guess…” the dark haired elf lifted his head to look thoughtfully at Glorfindel. Despite knowing that this was the Glorfindel, the Balrog Slayer, the one who returned, one of the most renowned warriors on the planet…Erestor couldn’t see anything but a young, sweet, gentle elf that should be treated with the utmost of respect and…love. “I guess nothing has really changed, has it?”
Glorfindel smiled the bright, beautiful smile that melted Erestor’s heart and made his breathing speed up. Erestor took a few steps forward and knelt in front of the smaller elf. He took a small, and now that he thought about it, sword calloused hand, in his own large paws and kissed the back.
Glorfindel’s breath caught, thoroughly romanced and not knowing how to contain all the feelings he had swirling inside of him. “Oh, Erestor. I’m so sorry I led you on. I just didn’t want to loose this. All I want is to be with you.”
“I don’t want you to be a conquest,” Erestor said as he looked up at what was surely the love of his life. “I want you…I…never want to be apart from you. We’ve only known each other for a short time, but I already know that you would never, ever be just a notch in my bedpost. I…I love you too much for that.”
Glorfindel could hardly breathe.
Erestor swallowed thickly, and felt tears well in his eyes as he said the words that would change his solitary life. “Would you do me the honor of having your hand in marriage?”
Glorfindel let out his breath in a nervous and ecstatic, “Ooooh.” His hand shook and he felt tears falling from his own eyes. Glorfindel then spoke the one word that would change his own long, lonely life forever. “Yes.”