Reading Between the Lines
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Adult ++
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Chapter 3
Title: Reading Between the Lines (3/?)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Orophin/Erestor, Glorfindel/Lindir (suggested)
Warnings: AU, sarcasm, bad pick up lines
Disclaimer: If they were mine I would be rich. Seeing as I am broke, they are obviously not mine. But good lord do they make dreams worth while!
Summary: Orophin's first visit to Imladris is fairly uneventful and boring until he stumbles upon a certain black haired advisor in the library. Now his goal is to win Erestor's heart before he heads home again.
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Erestor took another sip of the dark red wine, flipping to the next page in the book on his lap as he did. He was perfectly content spending a quiet evening alone, stretched out on his bed with a good bottle of wine and a decent book, even if he had read this book three times already.
His contented feeling was broken by a knock on the door. There was only one elf that could knock on that door tonight without upsetting him, and he was more than sure that was not the elf knocking. He tried to ignore the knock until the second one came, and it was louder. Closing the book and setting in down on the bed, he threw his legs over the side with a sigh and made his way to the door. He unlocked it and opened the door without looking.
“Good evening, Erestor,” Orophin smiled down to him. “Did you forget about our agreement?”
“What agreement?”
“That you would give me an answer at evening meal about spending the evening with me.”
“And my not showing up for evening meal was not answer enough?”
“No, it was not. Erestor, you need to know that I do not wish to give up becoming your friend. I think you need to give me a chance.”
“Oh, I do, do I? Very well. Enter.” He stepped out of the way and gestured for Orophin to enter. He did so, looking around at the room as he did. The furnishings were dark; grays, blacks, and maroons for the most part. He crinkled his nose, thinking it both tacky and depressing at the same time.
“So,” he began. “I see you like everything very dark.”
“It is soothing to me. What do you want?”
Taking a seat at a small table by the window, Orophin smiled and gestured for Erestor to sit across from him. “I wish to get to know you.”
Sitting down, Erestor glared at him. “What do you wish to know?”
“Well, first of all, what is that wine you are drinking and may I have some.”
Erestor looked to the table next to his bed and stared at the bottle for a moment. “I suppose. I do not know what it is, but it is good.”
“Hm. So I know you drink without thought, which is always something good to know about someone.”
Setting the bottle and two glasses down on the small table, Erestor went back to glaring at him. “You wish to be my friend but you insult me?”
“Only making things even, you insult me as much as you can.”
“But I do not wish to be your friend, there is a difference.”
“Ah, yes, but as I said before, you know little about me.”
“I know enough.”
“Then tell me what you know.”
“Well. I know you are a warrior. And you are Haldir’s younger brother. You seem to think very highly of yourself, as do most warriors. And I assume you try to bed every elf you meet… as do most warriors.”
“You do not know as much about warriors as you think. And even less about me. But that is the point of the evening, to get to know one another.”
“Then what do you want to know?”
“What do you do for fun?”
“I read.”
“Anything else?”
Erestor looked away. “I write sometimes.”
“What do you write?”
“I started a book.”
“What about?”
“You are not really interested.”
“Yes, I am, or else I would not ask. What is your book about?”
“History. I am writing a book of the history of Imladris. I thought it would be useful for lessons.”
“Very! And I would not mind reading it myself.”
“It would bore you.”
“Just because I am a warrior does not mean my interests lie only in warrior skills.”
“Then what do you do for fun?”
Orophin smiled. “I like to ride. And I have an interest in plants.”
“Plants?”
“Yes. I like to learn about various plants and their uses.”
“Interesting.”
“You think so?”
“Yes. You do not seem like the type interested in healing.”
“Not just healing. There are many plants out there and they have more uses than healing.”
Erestor stared at him for a moment. Swallowing hard, he asked, “What else do you want to know?”
“Do you have a mate? And I am not flirting, I am just curious.”
“No, I do not.”
“Have you ever?”
“No. I have not… I do not have much experience with relationships of that sort. Do you have a mate?”
“No.”
“Have you ever?”
“Almost, one time.”
“What happened?”
“He fell in battle. We never bound ourselves, but had planned to.”
“I am sorry. That must have been very hard for you.”
“At the time.”
“No longer?”
“I still think of him often, but I must move on.”
“That is true.”
“Tell me, Erestor, you have never had a mate, but are you interested in someone?”
He blushed hard and looked away again. “Yes.”
“May I ask who?”
“I am not sure I can trust you with that information.”
“I will not tell. Does he know?”
“I… I am not sure.”
“Have you never told him?”
“Not outright, no.”
“Why?”
“I… well. I do not think he wants me.”
“How do you know if you do not ask?”
Erestor only blushed in reply.
“If you wish, I could ask him, if you tell me who it is.”
“No! Oh no, please, do not tell him!”
“Is he a friend of yours?”
“Not really, only someone I know from passing and work, really.”
“Do I know him?”
“Yes, I believe so. He is a warrior.”
“I do not know all the warriors on Arda, you know.”
“Yes, but… I am sure you at least know OF him.”
“Who is he?”
“Promise not to tell?”
“I do.”
“Glorfindel.”
“Really?”
“Yes, why do you act so surprised?”
“Oh, no reason! But he has a mate already, does he not?”
“In a way. He is not bound. And I understand things are not well between them.”
“Who is he with?”
“Lindir.”
“Hm. I did not expect that.”
“Why?”
“They don’t seem… right.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I do not know, Glorfindel seems like someone who would want an elf that is a little more… active. Not that Lindir is boring, mind you. He is just… very quiet. Reserved.”
“More so than me?”
“Oh yes. I do not see you as quiet, and certainly not reserved.”
Erestor smiled.
“Ah-ha! I have done it!”
“Done what?”
“I have made you smile!”
“What does that matter?”
“You remember the deal! If I make you smile at least once you must be my friend. And I have made you smile. So I do plan on spending more time with you from here out.”
“Oh, really, you must…”
“Uh-uh! That was the deal! And I am holding you to it! So we are friends now.”
“And what do we do as friends?”
Orophin looked him, confused. “What do you normally do with your friends?”
“I… well, we usually… oh, alright. I do not have any.”
“You have no friends?”
“No. Well, Elrond is a friend. He comes to play chess every now and then, and we talk a lot. But he is the only one.”
“So we shall follow his lead. I rather enjoy talking to you. And maybe I will even one day get you to speak in longer sentences. You do have a rather nice voice, it flows nicely.”
“And we will just talk?”
“I suppose. Although I have always wanted to learn to play chess. Will you teach me?”
“If you wish.” Erestor smiled again, but tried to cover it.
“I am doing well! A second smile! I saw that.” Orophin’s eyes twinkled playfully. Erestor looked at him and chuckled lightly at the goofy look on his face.
“That you are. I am very tired; may we continue this conversation tomorrow?”
“Of course.” Orophin stood and playfully bowed to Erestor. “It was nice speaking with you. Have a good rest.”
“The same to you, Orophin.”
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TBC…
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Orophin/Erestor, Glorfindel/Lindir (suggested)
Warnings: AU, sarcasm, bad pick up lines
Disclaimer: If they were mine I would be rich. Seeing as I am broke, they are obviously not mine. But good lord do they make dreams worth while!
Summary: Orophin's first visit to Imladris is fairly uneventful and boring until he stumbles upon a certain black haired advisor in the library. Now his goal is to win Erestor's heart before he heads home again.
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Erestor took another sip of the dark red wine, flipping to the next page in the book on his lap as he did. He was perfectly content spending a quiet evening alone, stretched out on his bed with a good bottle of wine and a decent book, even if he had read this book three times already.
His contented feeling was broken by a knock on the door. There was only one elf that could knock on that door tonight without upsetting him, and he was more than sure that was not the elf knocking. He tried to ignore the knock until the second one came, and it was louder. Closing the book and setting in down on the bed, he threw his legs over the side with a sigh and made his way to the door. He unlocked it and opened the door without looking.
“Good evening, Erestor,” Orophin smiled down to him. “Did you forget about our agreement?”
“What agreement?”
“That you would give me an answer at evening meal about spending the evening with me.”
“And my not showing up for evening meal was not answer enough?”
“No, it was not. Erestor, you need to know that I do not wish to give up becoming your friend. I think you need to give me a chance.”
“Oh, I do, do I? Very well. Enter.” He stepped out of the way and gestured for Orophin to enter. He did so, looking around at the room as he did. The furnishings were dark; grays, blacks, and maroons for the most part. He crinkled his nose, thinking it both tacky and depressing at the same time.
“So,” he began. “I see you like everything very dark.”
“It is soothing to me. What do you want?”
Taking a seat at a small table by the window, Orophin smiled and gestured for Erestor to sit across from him. “I wish to get to know you.”
Sitting down, Erestor glared at him. “What do you wish to know?”
“Well, first of all, what is that wine you are drinking and may I have some.”
Erestor looked to the table next to his bed and stared at the bottle for a moment. “I suppose. I do not know what it is, but it is good.”
“Hm. So I know you drink without thought, which is always something good to know about someone.”
Setting the bottle and two glasses down on the small table, Erestor went back to glaring at him. “You wish to be my friend but you insult me?”
“Only making things even, you insult me as much as you can.”
“But I do not wish to be your friend, there is a difference.”
“Ah, yes, but as I said before, you know little about me.”
“I know enough.”
“Then tell me what you know.”
“Well. I know you are a warrior. And you are Haldir’s younger brother. You seem to think very highly of yourself, as do most warriors. And I assume you try to bed every elf you meet… as do most warriors.”
“You do not know as much about warriors as you think. And even less about me. But that is the point of the evening, to get to know one another.”
“Then what do you want to know?”
“What do you do for fun?”
“I read.”
“Anything else?”
Erestor looked away. “I write sometimes.”
“What do you write?”
“I started a book.”
“What about?”
“You are not really interested.”
“Yes, I am, or else I would not ask. What is your book about?”
“History. I am writing a book of the history of Imladris. I thought it would be useful for lessons.”
“Very! And I would not mind reading it myself.”
“It would bore you.”
“Just because I am a warrior does not mean my interests lie only in warrior skills.”
“Then what do you do for fun?”
Orophin smiled. “I like to ride. And I have an interest in plants.”
“Plants?”
“Yes. I like to learn about various plants and their uses.”
“Interesting.”
“You think so?”
“Yes. You do not seem like the type interested in healing.”
“Not just healing. There are many plants out there and they have more uses than healing.”
Erestor stared at him for a moment. Swallowing hard, he asked, “What else do you want to know?”
“Do you have a mate? And I am not flirting, I am just curious.”
“No, I do not.”
“Have you ever?”
“No. I have not… I do not have much experience with relationships of that sort. Do you have a mate?”
“No.”
“Have you ever?”
“Almost, one time.”
“What happened?”
“He fell in battle. We never bound ourselves, but had planned to.”
“I am sorry. That must have been very hard for you.”
“At the time.”
“No longer?”
“I still think of him often, but I must move on.”
“That is true.”
“Tell me, Erestor, you have never had a mate, but are you interested in someone?”
He blushed hard and looked away again. “Yes.”
“May I ask who?”
“I am not sure I can trust you with that information.”
“I will not tell. Does he know?”
“I… I am not sure.”
“Have you never told him?”
“Not outright, no.”
“Why?”
“I… well. I do not think he wants me.”
“How do you know if you do not ask?”
Erestor only blushed in reply.
“If you wish, I could ask him, if you tell me who it is.”
“No! Oh no, please, do not tell him!”
“Is he a friend of yours?”
“Not really, only someone I know from passing and work, really.”
“Do I know him?”
“Yes, I believe so. He is a warrior.”
“I do not know all the warriors on Arda, you know.”
“Yes, but… I am sure you at least know OF him.”
“Who is he?”
“Promise not to tell?”
“I do.”
“Glorfindel.”
“Really?”
“Yes, why do you act so surprised?”
“Oh, no reason! But he has a mate already, does he not?”
“In a way. He is not bound. And I understand things are not well between them.”
“Who is he with?”
“Lindir.”
“Hm. I did not expect that.”
“Why?”
“They don’t seem… right.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I do not know, Glorfindel seems like someone who would want an elf that is a little more… active. Not that Lindir is boring, mind you. He is just… very quiet. Reserved.”
“More so than me?”
“Oh yes. I do not see you as quiet, and certainly not reserved.”
Erestor smiled.
“Ah-ha! I have done it!”
“Done what?”
“I have made you smile!”
“What does that matter?”
“You remember the deal! If I make you smile at least once you must be my friend. And I have made you smile. So I do plan on spending more time with you from here out.”
“Oh, really, you must…”
“Uh-uh! That was the deal! And I am holding you to it! So we are friends now.”
“And what do we do as friends?”
Orophin looked him, confused. “What do you normally do with your friends?”
“I… well, we usually… oh, alright. I do not have any.”
“You have no friends?”
“No. Well, Elrond is a friend. He comes to play chess every now and then, and we talk a lot. But he is the only one.”
“So we shall follow his lead. I rather enjoy talking to you. And maybe I will even one day get you to speak in longer sentences. You do have a rather nice voice, it flows nicely.”
“And we will just talk?”
“I suppose. Although I have always wanted to learn to play chess. Will you teach me?”
“If you wish.” Erestor smiled again, but tried to cover it.
“I am doing well! A second smile! I saw that.” Orophin’s eyes twinkled playfully. Erestor looked at him and chuckled lightly at the goofy look on his face.
“That you are. I am very tired; may we continue this conversation tomorrow?”
“Of course.” Orophin stood and playfully bowed to Erestor. “It was nice speaking with you. Have a good rest.”
“The same to you, Orophin.”
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TBC…