Just Pretend
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Adult ++
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Chapter 3
Title: Just Pretend
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Websites: Read updates and much more first at my livejournal: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ . Read my stories in an easy format at this archive: http://swoon.dreamelf.com/viewuser.php?uid=42 . Read all of my Erestor/Glorfindel only stories here: http://ressandfin.queencheetah.com/viewuser.php?uid=23
Beta: Patricia *hugs*
Chapter: 3/?
Pairings: Glorfindel/Erestor
Rating: NC-17 overall
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Glorfindel comes to Erestor with a problem. Erestor must face the unknown to help his friend.
Erestor regarded the vase of flowers adorning his desk. The blooms were still closed in tight buds and the petals were still tightly wrapped around each other. Each silken blade was touched with the deepest of red that seemed to glow in the light from the leaded window behind the advisor. Why Glorfindel had given him an entire vase full of red moss roses still in bud he did not know. He assumed this was so that he could enjoy them as they bloomed. He grinned a crooked, happy grin thinking about the blond captain.
Things were definitely…strange between them. He held no animosity or anger toward the captain. No, nothing but joy was to be had in the presence of his long-time friend. It was, however, odd in the extreme to think he was falling in love with the other elf. After all, he felt no physical attraction to Glorfindel. Granted, Glorfindel was a beautiful elf and he could admit that freely, but he could not find the blond anything other than aesthetically pleasing. There was no lust, no hunger. There was only deep and abiding love. The kind of love that he thought that one day he would attribute to a beautiful she-elf.
Again, it was odd.
Erestor pondered his predicament. Glorfindel, if he was willing to take this relationship further, would expect physical love to come into play. However, Erestor did not feel as if he could allow their romance to come to that sort of conclusion. Despite all his attempts at warning Glorfindel to guard his heart, he felt as if his admonitions had been brushed away to the passing wind. The captain’s eyes alit with an emotion too much like adoration and passion when they met Erestor’s. His touches were all too familiar upon Erestor’s body. The advisor was amiable to the small, comforting touches bestowed upon him by the captain, but he became anxious and timid when the petting became too heavy.
Quandaries. Most definitely.
How could they possibly uphold a relationship based solely on how they felt toward one another? How could a relationship without physical closeness even be possible?
Would Glorfindel be willing to have such a relationship with him? He assumed that the captain would want something much more than, “I love you,” to solidify their relationship. But, how could he possibly make love to Glorfindel when he found the thought of laying with other male adverse?
But, in return, how could he possibly live the rest of his life without Glorfindel’s love?
Erestor sighed and turned from the flowers to the window. He was distracted, and work was slowly piling up into unmanageable amounts atop the desk and surrounding tables. Papers, charts, letters, and other odds and ends went ignored while the councilor entertained his thoughts and musings. His eyes traveled over the endless lines of the lead that held a myriad of glass fragments together.
He nearly jumped as he heard the door to his office suddenly open. The dark elf swung around in his chair to face the intruder, and smiled happily as he realized it was Glorfindel who had entered the office.
“Glorfindel!” Erestor exclaimed happily. He rose from his chair to greet his friend, and Glorfindel embraced him as they met in the middle of the office.
“Do you like the flowers?” Glorfindel said with his face buried in dark tresses that smelled of almonds and lavender.
“They are beautiful. I cannot wait to watch them bloom.”
“Good,” said the warrior as he took Erestor’s mouth in a gentle kiss. Erestor reciprocated automatically after many weeks of being courted by the other elf. It was comforting to be held in Glorfindel’s arms like this. Even the kiss was nice. However, Erestor was more interested in simply being with the blond. Knowing him, talking to him, spending time with him: these were the things that Erestor loved. He loved Glorfindel for his honor, his sweetness, and his soul. There was no other for him, Erestor knew. But, how could he trap Glorfindel into a relationship where there would never be any physical aspect? He couldn’t. It would be selfish and unreasonable.
“I missed you,” Erestor said before he could stop himself. He nearly banged his head on the bookshelves. He was trying to keep Glorfindel at a distance, and then he went and said something like that?
“I missed you, too,” Glorfindel said with a grin in his voice, “regardless that I just saw you this morning at breakfast.”
Erestor smiled and urged Glorfindel to sit on the large, worn black leather sofa that stood underneath another set of windows in his office. The wood was scuffed from ages of use, and the leather was cracked and tearing in places. Erestor had placed pillows over the largest of the cracks to hide them. The pillows themselves were not much better to look at as they had been made by Arwen during her first attempts at sewing, but they made Erestor smile to remember how proud the little elfling had been to present her garishly colored, lumpy, and lopsided pillows to her “Uncle E’ster.”
They settled into the warm embrace of the old couch and the blanket that had been draped of the arm was pulled over them. They were not cold, nor was it even truly fall yet, but the blanket (another of young Arwen’s creations) brought back warm and happy memories to both of them. Snuggled on the couch, Erestor sighed contentedly. How could he ever give this up?
Maybe…maybe he could talk to Glorfindel. Tell the blond how he was feeling. Glorfindel was, after all, his best friend. They had given and taken advice from one another for centuries, and there was no reason to stop now. Maybe he could learn for certain how Glorfindel felt instead of guessing, and, if Glorfindel felt the same as he, they could devise some kind of plan for their future.
Delighted at his plan, Erestor snuggled deeper into Glorfindel and the crocheted blanket.
Yes, this was bliss.
TBC...
**Note: In the language of flowers, a red moss rose still in bud means “Confession of Love.”
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Websites: Read updates and much more first at my livejournal: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ . Read my stories in an easy format at this archive: http://swoon.dreamelf.com/viewuser.php?uid=42 . Read all of my Erestor/Glorfindel only stories here: http://ressandfin.queencheetah.com/viewuser.php?uid=23
Beta: Patricia *hugs*
Chapter: 3/?
Pairings: Glorfindel/Erestor
Rating: NC-17 overall
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Glorfindel comes to Erestor with a problem. Erestor must face the unknown to help his friend.
Erestor regarded the vase of flowers adorning his desk. The blooms were still closed in tight buds and the petals were still tightly wrapped around each other. Each silken blade was touched with the deepest of red that seemed to glow in the light from the leaded window behind the advisor. Why Glorfindel had given him an entire vase full of red moss roses still in bud he did not know. He assumed this was so that he could enjoy them as they bloomed. He grinned a crooked, happy grin thinking about the blond captain.
Things were definitely…strange between them. He held no animosity or anger toward the captain. No, nothing but joy was to be had in the presence of his long-time friend. It was, however, odd in the extreme to think he was falling in love with the other elf. After all, he felt no physical attraction to Glorfindel. Granted, Glorfindel was a beautiful elf and he could admit that freely, but he could not find the blond anything other than aesthetically pleasing. There was no lust, no hunger. There was only deep and abiding love. The kind of love that he thought that one day he would attribute to a beautiful she-elf.
Again, it was odd.
Erestor pondered his predicament. Glorfindel, if he was willing to take this relationship further, would expect physical love to come into play. However, Erestor did not feel as if he could allow their romance to come to that sort of conclusion. Despite all his attempts at warning Glorfindel to guard his heart, he felt as if his admonitions had been brushed away to the passing wind. The captain’s eyes alit with an emotion too much like adoration and passion when they met Erestor’s. His touches were all too familiar upon Erestor’s body. The advisor was amiable to the small, comforting touches bestowed upon him by the captain, but he became anxious and timid when the petting became too heavy.
Quandaries. Most definitely.
How could they possibly uphold a relationship based solely on how they felt toward one another? How could a relationship without physical closeness even be possible?
Would Glorfindel be willing to have such a relationship with him? He assumed that the captain would want something much more than, “I love you,” to solidify their relationship. But, how could he possibly make love to Glorfindel when he found the thought of laying with other male adverse?
But, in return, how could he possibly live the rest of his life without Glorfindel’s love?
Erestor sighed and turned from the flowers to the window. He was distracted, and work was slowly piling up into unmanageable amounts atop the desk and surrounding tables. Papers, charts, letters, and other odds and ends went ignored while the councilor entertained his thoughts and musings. His eyes traveled over the endless lines of the lead that held a myriad of glass fragments together.
He nearly jumped as he heard the door to his office suddenly open. The dark elf swung around in his chair to face the intruder, and smiled happily as he realized it was Glorfindel who had entered the office.
“Glorfindel!” Erestor exclaimed happily. He rose from his chair to greet his friend, and Glorfindel embraced him as they met in the middle of the office.
“Do you like the flowers?” Glorfindel said with his face buried in dark tresses that smelled of almonds and lavender.
“They are beautiful. I cannot wait to watch them bloom.”
“Good,” said the warrior as he took Erestor’s mouth in a gentle kiss. Erestor reciprocated automatically after many weeks of being courted by the other elf. It was comforting to be held in Glorfindel’s arms like this. Even the kiss was nice. However, Erestor was more interested in simply being with the blond. Knowing him, talking to him, spending time with him: these were the things that Erestor loved. He loved Glorfindel for his honor, his sweetness, and his soul. There was no other for him, Erestor knew. But, how could he trap Glorfindel into a relationship where there would never be any physical aspect? He couldn’t. It would be selfish and unreasonable.
“I missed you,” Erestor said before he could stop himself. He nearly banged his head on the bookshelves. He was trying to keep Glorfindel at a distance, and then he went and said something like that?
“I missed you, too,” Glorfindel said with a grin in his voice, “regardless that I just saw you this morning at breakfast.”
Erestor smiled and urged Glorfindel to sit on the large, worn black leather sofa that stood underneath another set of windows in his office. The wood was scuffed from ages of use, and the leather was cracked and tearing in places. Erestor had placed pillows over the largest of the cracks to hide them. The pillows themselves were not much better to look at as they had been made by Arwen during her first attempts at sewing, but they made Erestor smile to remember how proud the little elfling had been to present her garishly colored, lumpy, and lopsided pillows to her “Uncle E’ster.”
They settled into the warm embrace of the old couch and the blanket that had been draped of the arm was pulled over them. They were not cold, nor was it even truly fall yet, but the blanket (another of young Arwen’s creations) brought back warm and happy memories to both of them. Snuggled on the couch, Erestor sighed contentedly. How could he ever give this up?
Maybe…maybe he could talk to Glorfindel. Tell the blond how he was feeling. Glorfindel was, after all, his best friend. They had given and taken advice from one another for centuries, and there was no reason to stop now. Maybe he could learn for certain how Glorfindel felt instead of guessing, and, if Glorfindel felt the same as he, they could devise some kind of plan for their future.
Delighted at his plan, Erestor snuggled deeper into Glorfindel and the crocheted blanket.
Yes, this was bliss.
TBC...
**Note: In the language of flowers, a red moss rose still in bud means “Confession of Love.”