New Love
folder
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
25
Views:
3,231
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
1
Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
25
Views:
3,231
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
1
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.
Part Twenty-four
Part Twenty-four
At the main table sat some of the wisest and fairest elves of middle-earth, along with other races who had gathered in the House of Elrond. Glorfindel was seated at Elrond’s right and Gandalf had taken Erestor’s usual seat at Elrond’s left. Because the visitors from distant lands had all joined the feast this night, the Imladiris and Mithlond twins were seated at one of the side-tables with the warriors, Nórdithen and Gondithen felt much more comfortable with their surroundings than in the previous night when they had been seated with the high lords of the valley.
When Erestor took his seat he tried to ignore Glorfindel; he looked around the room and noted all those gathered, surveyed the elves serving the meal to make sure everything was going according to his planning and made sure all the table setting at the high table were correct. As he looked at the table his eyes were caught by the dish being set in the middle of the table, Glorfindel had been correct, roasted quail was his favorite dish and it looked splendid. Erestor took a drink of his wine as Elrond made an opening speech and welcomed all to the feast. When he sat down the hall erupted into talking laughing and eating.
Erestor enjoyed his meal, it was rare that quail was served in the Last Homely House and he ate and drank his fill as everyone did that night. Every time he took a drink of his wine a steward would come along and fill it so Erestor had no idea how much he had actually consumed. Little did he know this had been planned by Glorfindel before hand. He knew Erestor had a hard time holding his liquor, unlike most elves, and he planned to take full advantage of that fact. All is fair in love and war he reminded himself when he began to fell a little guilty.
Glorfindel noticed his plan was working and Erestor seemed to be loosening up. He was actually laughing at something Gandalf had said, his clear rich laugh sounded like tiny bells to Glorfindel’s ears and he could not wait to have Erestor laughing and smiling at him like that.
When the feast was over, the party adjourned to the Hall of Fire. Glorfindel timed his exit so he was walking along side Erestor once again. When the dark haired elf stumbled over his own feet Glorfindel quickly reached an arm out to steady him and to his surprise Erestor did not pull away. He grabbed Glorfindel’s arm and held onto it for the remainder of their short journey to the hall. Glorfindel’s euphoria was short lived however when Erestor let go of his arm and walked away to find a seat without acknowledging the blond.
Erestor was feeling a little tipsy, and took the nearest seat he could find. He plopped down on a cushioned bench beside a large blond warrior from Mirkwood who had accompanied Prince Legolas to Imladiris.
“Hello, Master Erestor,” a sultry voice whispered in his ear, “I have thought about you often since my last visit.”
“Do I know you?” Erestor asked without looking up.
“Don’t you remember me, I must admit my feelings are hurt. I thought I had put up a better performance than that, maybe this will refresh your memory.” With that the Mirkwood Elf grabbed Erestor and pulled him close. He was just about to call out for the mystery elf to unhand him when his lips were caught in a hard, demanding kiss. Erestor tried to pull away, but he was unsteady because of the alcohol and could not get his bearings.
Glorfindel was disappointed as he watched Erestor walk away. He had thought the councilor would be all over him, just like the first time he had seen him drunk, but Erestor had pulled away and was now sitting by some dumb oaf of an elf from Mirkwood. He kept an eye on the two as he made his way further into the hall and looked for a quiet spot where he could spend the night observing Erestor. His view was obstructed for a moment as he rounded a pillar, he came around the other side and his blood ran cold as he saw Erestor and the Mirkwood elf locked in a heated kiss until he noticed Erestor struggling.
“Get your hands off my husband!” he bellowed as he ran to throw the blond off of Erestor.
At the main table sat some of the wisest and fairest elves of middle-earth, along with other races who had gathered in the House of Elrond. Glorfindel was seated at Elrond’s right and Gandalf had taken Erestor’s usual seat at Elrond’s left. Because the visitors from distant lands had all joined the feast this night, the Imladiris and Mithlond twins were seated at one of the side-tables with the warriors, Nórdithen and Gondithen felt much more comfortable with their surroundings than in the previous night when they had been seated with the high lords of the valley.
When Erestor took his seat he tried to ignore Glorfindel; he looked around the room and noted all those gathered, surveyed the elves serving the meal to make sure everything was going according to his planning and made sure all the table setting at the high table were correct. As he looked at the table his eyes were caught by the dish being set in the middle of the table, Glorfindel had been correct, roasted quail was his favorite dish and it looked splendid. Erestor took a drink of his wine as Elrond made an opening speech and welcomed all to the feast. When he sat down the hall erupted into talking laughing and eating.
Erestor enjoyed his meal, it was rare that quail was served in the Last Homely House and he ate and drank his fill as everyone did that night. Every time he took a drink of his wine a steward would come along and fill it so Erestor had no idea how much he had actually consumed. Little did he know this had been planned by Glorfindel before hand. He knew Erestor had a hard time holding his liquor, unlike most elves, and he planned to take full advantage of that fact. All is fair in love and war he reminded himself when he began to fell a little guilty.
Glorfindel noticed his plan was working and Erestor seemed to be loosening up. He was actually laughing at something Gandalf had said, his clear rich laugh sounded like tiny bells to Glorfindel’s ears and he could not wait to have Erestor laughing and smiling at him like that.
When the feast was over, the party adjourned to the Hall of Fire. Glorfindel timed his exit so he was walking along side Erestor once again. When the dark haired elf stumbled over his own feet Glorfindel quickly reached an arm out to steady him and to his surprise Erestor did not pull away. He grabbed Glorfindel’s arm and held onto it for the remainder of their short journey to the hall. Glorfindel’s euphoria was short lived however when Erestor let go of his arm and walked away to find a seat without acknowledging the blond.
Erestor was feeling a little tipsy, and took the nearest seat he could find. He plopped down on a cushioned bench beside a large blond warrior from Mirkwood who had accompanied Prince Legolas to Imladiris.
“Hello, Master Erestor,” a sultry voice whispered in his ear, “I have thought about you often since my last visit.”
“Do I know you?” Erestor asked without looking up.
“Don’t you remember me, I must admit my feelings are hurt. I thought I had put up a better performance than that, maybe this will refresh your memory.” With that the Mirkwood Elf grabbed Erestor and pulled him close. He was just about to call out for the mystery elf to unhand him when his lips were caught in a hard, demanding kiss. Erestor tried to pull away, but he was unsteady because of the alcohol and could not get his bearings.
Glorfindel was disappointed as he watched Erestor walk away. He had thought the councilor would be all over him, just like the first time he had seen him drunk, but Erestor had pulled away and was now sitting by some dumb oaf of an elf from Mirkwood. He kept an eye on the two as he made his way further into the hall and looked for a quiet spot where he could spend the night observing Erestor. His view was obstructed for a moment as he rounded a pillar, he came around the other side and his blood ran cold as he saw Erestor and the Mirkwood elf locked in a heated kiss until he noticed Erestor struggling.
“Get your hands off my husband!” he bellowed as he ran to throw the blond off of Erestor.