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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,950
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4
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Title: Diplomatic Mission 3/?
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These are not my characters nor do I profit from their use.
Special Warnings: Slash
Beta: Larian Elensar
Cast: Erestor and Haldir
Timeline: Sometime before LOTR: FOTR
Archive: OEAM, NF
Author’s Note: What can I say? Erestor is arresting? OH, that was bad!
Spoilers: No
Summary: Haldir and Erestor settle things.
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DIP DIPLOMATIC MISSION
Chapter Three
Haldir arrived in Imladris and reported to a surprised Lord Elrond. The elflord took it in his stride though and sent the Lórien elf to Erestor to have him get him settled and set up meetings with Glorfindel. Haldir was nervous as he was led to Erestor’s office, very nervous indeed.
**
Erestor sat in his office, staring out the window and thinking of the elf in Lothlórien. He hadn’t managed to get much work done in the few days since he’d been home. All he’d thought about was Haldir’s kisses. And what it would be like to be in his arms and to have him….
He was never going to get anything done today. He might as well go back to his room and do what he hadn’t done so often since he entered puberty. When he opened the door to leave his office, there stood Haldir.
“Wh-YOU!”
And he slammed the door in Haldir’s face. Haldir knocked.
“Erestor, Lord Elrond sent me here. I am here to train the archers. He said for you to get me a place to stay and to arrange a meeting with Glorfindel.”
Erestor opened the door.
“Pardon me. I thought- I mean… why don’t you come in and sit down?” Erestor knew he was making a complete fool of himself yet again. Damn the hateful blond anyway.
Erestor managed to find Haldir a room as far away from his own as possible and he set up a meeting to discuss the training with a smirking Glorfindel. He tried not to look into Haldir’s blue eyes nor get close enough to touch him.
As soon as the Lórien elf left his office, Erestor sank down into his chair. Did the Valar hate him? Had he performed some unpardonable misdeed that he was being punished for? He closed his eyes and realized there was one part of his body that wasn’t angry at all. It was, in fact, very excited by Haldir’s presence. He slipped his hand inside his suddenly too hot robes, then jerked back. What was he doing? He was losing his mind, to even think of doing such a thing in the office next to Lord Elrond’s.
When Erestor had put Haldir in a room as far away as possible from his own, he had not counted on dinner with him at Lord Elrond’s table. He found that he had no appetite at all when placed directly across the table from his nemesis.
**
Haldir was about as happy as Erestor was. Erestor had barely spoken to him and would not look at him at all. He wanted to shake him or slap him; but most of all, he wanted to kiss him. He wondered if the months he was scheduled to be here were all going to be like this.
After dinner, he found himself wandering around the lovely city of Imladris. It was a beautiful city, fragrant with flowers and dappled with evening sunlight. It was a perfect city for lovers, he thought as he gazed at couples walking arm in arm here and there. That fact only made him even lonelier.
“Why are you really here, March-Warden?” Haldir turned and there stood Glorfindel. He looked amused, rather than the angry look that he expected.
“I am here to give your archers less-”
“No, not entirely. But then why?”
“I-”
“Give him some time. He’s shocked to see you here,” Glorfindel said as if they had already been discussing ‘him’.
“What are you talking about?” Haldir stood up straight, trying to look his most intimidating.
“Erestor.”
Haldir opened his mouth to protest and then closed it again. He didn’t say anything at all. Finally, he found his voice. “Erestor?”
Glorfindel laughed. “Son, only an Orc wouldn’t see how you look at him and he manages *not* to look at you.”
“You’re imagining things.” Haldir tired to sound like he meant it but it didn’t really come out that way.
“Give him some time. He’s spent a lot of time building that hard shell around himself and you won’t crack through it in a day, or maybe even a month. But I think if you ever do, he’ll be all you can handle and then some.”
Haldir blushed. “He won’t even let me close. He practically runs from me.”
“Are you serious about him? Do you care for him? He is not just another conquest for the dashing March-Warden?”
“No. He’s not like anyone I’ve ever met. He has no idea how beautiful he is. He’s brilliant, wise, and comely. And he has *no* idea at all,” Haldir answered heatedly.
Glorfindel was surprised by his vehemence. He smiled. This one would be perfect for his old friend. Just perfect.
**
Several weeks passed. Haldir and Erestor settled into a routine of ignoring one another. Or pretending to ignore one another. Both elves felt like they were aware of little but the other one.
They were seriously starting to wear and tear on everyone’s nerves. Even the ever patient, good-humored Glorfindel. He had suggested to Lord Elrond locking them in a bedroom and not letting them out until they were bound or had killed each other. He meant it and Lord Elrond was taking it seriously, though he did decide to go have a little talk with Erestor first.
**
“Erestor, I wish to talk to you.” Elrond stood in the doorway to his office.
Erestor felt horrible. He hadn’t slept well since Haldir had invaded his home. He looked in the mirror this morning and noticed how pale he looked. He really didn’t want to talk to Lord Elrond too. He opened the door.
Elrond came right to the point. “Talk to Haldir.”
Erestor’s jaw dropped. “My Lord?”
“Talk to him. He came here for you. Talk to him before we kill you both.”
“But-”
“No buts. Go find him and talk to him.”
Haldir was at the archery range. He had been working with the youngest archers all morning and was tired and sweaty. He was surprised, even shocked to see Erestor.
“What can I do for you, my friend?” He smiled warmly at Erestor even though he had butterflies in his stomach just from seeing the slender dark-haired elf.
“I suppose we need to talk.” Erestor looked as though he’d rather kiss a dwarf though.
“What about?” Haldir told his young charges that they were done for the morning and turned back to Erestor. He wondered how just looking at the other elf could make his body respond so quickly.
Erestor began walking toward footbridge. Haldir followed him. When they came to the middle of the bridge, they stopped and leaned over the rail, looking down into the water.
“Why did you come to Imladris, Haldir?” He sounded both angry and sad at the same time.
“I came to train archers.”
“What other reason? That idea has been bandied about for years without anything being done about it. Why now?”
Haldir did not want to tell Erestor why. He had the feeling that the sad faced elf would just turn away.
“Tell me why, Haldir.”
“Lord Celeborn said I should stop moping around over you and come talk to you.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Erestor stopped moving, stopped breathing. Did Haldir say what he thought he said?
“Thinking about me?”
“I told you it wasn’t about just taking you to my bed. I meant it.”
Erestor knew he had thought of Haldir every day, no, every hour since the March-Warden had stalked out on him.
“Maybe we should start all over then?” Erestor said and was alarmed when Haldir laughed but he did like the sound.
“I was thinking of how we did start…” Haldir smiled and Erestor blushed. “Perhaps we might eat dinner in my room instead this time and actually get to know one another.”
Erestor smiled at Haldir, a real genuine smile. “I’d like that, though I fear I’m not very exciting.”
The day was hours too long, but evening came. Erestor changed clothes three times before he realized they were all somber blacks and blues pro probably would look the same to Haldir anyway. He had washed and braided his thick, dark hair and worn his best black tunic, with a navy blue overtunic and black suede leggings. His soft black boots went on last.
He knew he was acting like a she-elf waiting to be courted, but he had not done this in many years. He was nervous. Was he courting Haldir? Could anything sound more frivolous? But it was not frivolous, not to him. This was serious, very serious. He just hoped that he didn’t do anything to make Haldir run off this time.
It did, of course, occur to him that he and Haldir might make love. That part of the evening he couldn’t let himself think about yet. He just pushed it to the back of his mind.
Dinner was cold meats, cheeses and fresh bread with a bottle of Elrond’s best wine, compliments of the elflord himself. Both of them were nervous and said very little through dinner, though they did manage to drink quite a bit of wine.
After dinner, Haldir suggested they sit out on the balcony as the sun set, and it was a beautiful example of a sunset through the trees. Erestor wished that they were sitting closer together. He was so intent upon the sunset and so lost in thought, he was startled when Haldir reached over and took his hand. He was even more startled when the Lórien elf leaned over and kissed him very gently on the lips.
Haldir’s lips were so soft and the kiss so gentle that Erestor thought he might melt. He reached a hand up and laid his palm against the other elf’s cheek. Haldir pulled back and smiled at him.
“I have something for you. Lord Celeborn said you would like it.” He went into his room and returned with the elven history book that Celeborn had given him for Erestor.
Erestor was speechless. The book was an exquisitely written and drawn history of the Last Alliance of Elves and Men. What Haldir didn’t know was that the volume had been written and illustrated by Erestor himself at the bequest of the High King who had perished before he ever saw it. Neither Erestor nor Elrond had been able to keep the book after it was finished.
Now it was a cherished gift for the simple reason that Haldir gave it to him. He looked up at the other elf with unshed tears glistening in his eyes.
“You have no idea how much this means to me.”
“Will you tell me about it?” Haldir asked, it being obvious that there was more to the story than he knew.
Erestor told him about the commission and about the day the High King perished. They sat there side by side, Haldir with an arm around Erestor, and ed led long into the night about the past. When Erestor grew sleepy, Haldir walked him to his room and kissed him gently yet again before he opened the door and bade him goodnight.
~tbc~
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These are not my characters nor do I profit from their use.
Special Warnings: Slash
Beta: Larian Elensar
Cast: Erestor and Haldir
Timeline: Sometime before LOTR: FOTR
Archive: OEAM, NF
Author’s Note: What can I say? Erestor is arresting? OH, that was bad!
Spoilers: No
Summary: Haldir and Erestor settle things.
~~~
DIP DIPLOMATIC MISSION
Chapter Three
Haldir arrived in Imladris and reported to a surprised Lord Elrond. The elflord took it in his stride though and sent the Lórien elf to Erestor to have him get him settled and set up meetings with Glorfindel. Haldir was nervous as he was led to Erestor’s office, very nervous indeed.
**
Erestor sat in his office, staring out the window and thinking of the elf in Lothlórien. He hadn’t managed to get much work done in the few days since he’d been home. All he’d thought about was Haldir’s kisses. And what it would be like to be in his arms and to have him….
He was never going to get anything done today. He might as well go back to his room and do what he hadn’t done so often since he entered puberty. When he opened the door to leave his office, there stood Haldir.
“Wh-YOU!”
And he slammed the door in Haldir’s face. Haldir knocked.
“Erestor, Lord Elrond sent me here. I am here to train the archers. He said for you to get me a place to stay and to arrange a meeting with Glorfindel.”
Erestor opened the door.
“Pardon me. I thought- I mean… why don’t you come in and sit down?” Erestor knew he was making a complete fool of himself yet again. Damn the hateful blond anyway.
Erestor managed to find Haldir a room as far away from his own as possible and he set up a meeting to discuss the training with a smirking Glorfindel. He tried not to look into Haldir’s blue eyes nor get close enough to touch him.
As soon as the Lórien elf left his office, Erestor sank down into his chair. Did the Valar hate him? Had he performed some unpardonable misdeed that he was being punished for? He closed his eyes and realized there was one part of his body that wasn’t angry at all. It was, in fact, very excited by Haldir’s presence. He slipped his hand inside his suddenly too hot robes, then jerked back. What was he doing? He was losing his mind, to even think of doing such a thing in the office next to Lord Elrond’s.
When Erestor had put Haldir in a room as far away as possible from his own, he had not counted on dinner with him at Lord Elrond’s table. He found that he had no appetite at all when placed directly across the table from his nemesis.
**
Haldir was about as happy as Erestor was. Erestor had barely spoken to him and would not look at him at all. He wanted to shake him or slap him; but most of all, he wanted to kiss him. He wondered if the months he was scheduled to be here were all going to be like this.
After dinner, he found himself wandering around the lovely city of Imladris. It was a beautiful city, fragrant with flowers and dappled with evening sunlight. It was a perfect city for lovers, he thought as he gazed at couples walking arm in arm here and there. That fact only made him even lonelier.
“Why are you really here, March-Warden?” Haldir turned and there stood Glorfindel. He looked amused, rather than the angry look that he expected.
“I am here to give your archers less-”
“No, not entirely. But then why?”
“I-”
“Give him some time. He’s shocked to see you here,” Glorfindel said as if they had already been discussing ‘him’.
“What are you talking about?” Haldir stood up straight, trying to look his most intimidating.
“Erestor.”
Haldir opened his mouth to protest and then closed it again. He didn’t say anything at all. Finally, he found his voice. “Erestor?”
Glorfindel laughed. “Son, only an Orc wouldn’t see how you look at him and he manages *not* to look at you.”
“You’re imagining things.” Haldir tired to sound like he meant it but it didn’t really come out that way.
“Give him some time. He’s spent a lot of time building that hard shell around himself and you won’t crack through it in a day, or maybe even a month. But I think if you ever do, he’ll be all you can handle and then some.”
Haldir blushed. “He won’t even let me close. He practically runs from me.”
“Are you serious about him? Do you care for him? He is not just another conquest for the dashing March-Warden?”
“No. He’s not like anyone I’ve ever met. He has no idea how beautiful he is. He’s brilliant, wise, and comely. And he has *no* idea at all,” Haldir answered heatedly.
Glorfindel was surprised by his vehemence. He smiled. This one would be perfect for his old friend. Just perfect.
**
Several weeks passed. Haldir and Erestor settled into a routine of ignoring one another. Or pretending to ignore one another. Both elves felt like they were aware of little but the other one.
They were seriously starting to wear and tear on everyone’s nerves. Even the ever patient, good-humored Glorfindel. He had suggested to Lord Elrond locking them in a bedroom and not letting them out until they were bound or had killed each other. He meant it and Lord Elrond was taking it seriously, though he did decide to go have a little talk with Erestor first.
**
“Erestor, I wish to talk to you.” Elrond stood in the doorway to his office.
Erestor felt horrible. He hadn’t slept well since Haldir had invaded his home. He looked in the mirror this morning and noticed how pale he looked. He really didn’t want to talk to Lord Elrond too. He opened the door.
Elrond came right to the point. “Talk to Haldir.”
Erestor’s jaw dropped. “My Lord?”
“Talk to him. He came here for you. Talk to him before we kill you both.”
“But-”
“No buts. Go find him and talk to him.”
Haldir was at the archery range. He had been working with the youngest archers all morning and was tired and sweaty. He was surprised, even shocked to see Erestor.
“What can I do for you, my friend?” He smiled warmly at Erestor even though he had butterflies in his stomach just from seeing the slender dark-haired elf.
“I suppose we need to talk.” Erestor looked as though he’d rather kiss a dwarf though.
“What about?” Haldir told his young charges that they were done for the morning and turned back to Erestor. He wondered how just looking at the other elf could make his body respond so quickly.
Erestor began walking toward footbridge. Haldir followed him. When they came to the middle of the bridge, they stopped and leaned over the rail, looking down into the water.
“Why did you come to Imladris, Haldir?” He sounded both angry and sad at the same time.
“I came to train archers.”
“What other reason? That idea has been bandied about for years without anything being done about it. Why now?”
Haldir did not want to tell Erestor why. He had the feeling that the sad faced elf would just turn away.
“Tell me why, Haldir.”
“Lord Celeborn said I should stop moping around over you and come talk to you.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Erestor stopped moving, stopped breathing. Did Haldir say what he thought he said?
“Thinking about me?”
“I told you it wasn’t about just taking you to my bed. I meant it.”
Erestor knew he had thought of Haldir every day, no, every hour since the March-Warden had stalked out on him.
“Maybe we should start all over then?” Erestor said and was alarmed when Haldir laughed but he did like the sound.
“I was thinking of how we did start…” Haldir smiled and Erestor blushed. “Perhaps we might eat dinner in my room instead this time and actually get to know one another.”
Erestor smiled at Haldir, a real genuine smile. “I’d like that, though I fear I’m not very exciting.”
The day was hours too long, but evening came. Erestor changed clothes three times before he realized they were all somber blacks and blues pro probably would look the same to Haldir anyway. He had washed and braided his thick, dark hair and worn his best black tunic, with a navy blue overtunic and black suede leggings. His soft black boots went on last.
He knew he was acting like a she-elf waiting to be courted, but he had not done this in many years. He was nervous. Was he courting Haldir? Could anything sound more frivolous? But it was not frivolous, not to him. This was serious, very serious. He just hoped that he didn’t do anything to make Haldir run off this time.
It did, of course, occur to him that he and Haldir might make love. That part of the evening he couldn’t let himself think about yet. He just pushed it to the back of his mind.
Dinner was cold meats, cheeses and fresh bread with a bottle of Elrond’s best wine, compliments of the elflord himself. Both of them were nervous and said very little through dinner, though they did manage to drink quite a bit of wine.
After dinner, Haldir suggested they sit out on the balcony as the sun set, and it was a beautiful example of a sunset through the trees. Erestor wished that they were sitting closer together. He was so intent upon the sunset and so lost in thought, he was startled when Haldir reached over and took his hand. He was even more startled when the Lórien elf leaned over and kissed him very gently on the lips.
Haldir’s lips were so soft and the kiss so gentle that Erestor thought he might melt. He reached a hand up and laid his palm against the other elf’s cheek. Haldir pulled back and smiled at him.
“I have something for you. Lord Celeborn said you would like it.” He went into his room and returned with the elven history book that Celeborn had given him for Erestor.
Erestor was speechless. The book was an exquisitely written and drawn history of the Last Alliance of Elves and Men. What Haldir didn’t know was that the volume had been written and illustrated by Erestor himself at the bequest of the High King who had perished before he ever saw it. Neither Erestor nor Elrond had been able to keep the book after it was finished.
Now it was a cherished gift for the simple reason that Haldir gave it to him. He looked up at the other elf with unshed tears glistening in his eyes.
“You have no idea how much this means to me.”
“Will you tell me about it?” Haldir asked, it being obvious that there was more to the story than he knew.
Erestor told him about the commission and about the day the High King perished. They sat there side by side, Haldir with an arm around Erestor, and ed led long into the night about the past. When Erestor grew sleepy, Haldir walked him to his room and kissed him gently yet again before he opened the door and bade him goodnight.
~tbc~