Silver and Gold

Glorfindel stretched his arms above him and took in the room. He didn’t have any windows in his rooms, but he preferred it that way, for he liked to nap midday and didn’t like the room to be too bright for it. Blinking as he turned to the left, and then to the right, he sat up in panic in the darkness.

“Erestor?” he called out, pulling the tangle of sheets and blankets from his body. There was no answer as he tumbled from the bed and stumbled to the table, fumbling to light a candle. His hands found something else before finding the flint – something flat. Glorfindel picked up the book and flipped through it, squinting at it in the darkness. He smiled when he saw the violet ink and Erestor’s smooth writing, and the notes of what had transpired the previous night.

Letting out a deep sigh, for he had feared for a moment he had only dreamed the encounter, Glorfindel made his way into the washroom. Now that his senses were coming back to him, he realized from the ache in his body that the events that had occurred were most definitely not a dream.

Dressing simply in a pair of loose fitting pants, Glorfindel wandered back through the hallway, hearing humming as he traveled. Entering the library, he found Erestor sitting upon the padded stool, sorting through a stack of books. “Good morning, Wilwarin,” said Glorfindel softly, moving behind Erestor to embrace him.

Erestor smiled, but questioned, “Butterfly?”

“Yes, but you’re more beautiful,” said Glorfindel.

“Why a butterfly?”

“You’ve always reminded me of one,” admitted Glorfindel, rubbing Erestor’s shoulders. “In Gondolin, you were so eager to learn, you were like a caterpillar, eating up all of the knowledge you could find. When I found you again, you had sheltered yourself, built a cocoon. I hoped for many long years that one day you would break out of that shell. After Elrond left, after we learned of this bond we shared, I watched as you slowly began to free yourself, but I did not want to press things. You’ve slowly unfolded your wings through the years we’ve spent together, Wilwarin, I am happy you finally let me teach you to fly.”

“I like flying,” smirked Erestor, his eyes closed and body relaxed at Glndelndel’s touch.

Grinning, Glorfindel crouched down a little more so that he could wrap his arms around Erestor and place his cheek against his lover’s back. “Perhaps another flying lesson can be arranged.”

“Later. I think my wings are going to fall off if you don’t allow ime ime to rest,” said Erestor. He looked around the desk and asked, “Where do you keep your quills and ink? I must make a few notes before I begin this task.”

Glorfindel strayed one hand down to the bottom desk drawer and opened it, reaching inside without looking. He pulled out a box and casually opened it, then paused.

“Something the matter?” asked Erestor.

“No, nothing, I…” Glorfindel slide his fingers alohe fhe feathers, and Erestor looked down to see what was going on. Covering the box swiftly, Glorfindel shied away and stood up, tapping the box with the fingers of one hand.

“What have you got?” wondered Erestor.

“It’s a pen,” said Glorfindel, wishing he hadn’t.

Erestor scratched the side of his neck, perplexed. “Can I use it, then?”

Glorfindel uncovered the box and looked inside again. “Yes, but…”

“But what?”

Covering the box once more, Glorfindel explained, “It’s a bit silly, really. I know that all you use for pens are peacock feathers, I do not recall why but I know there was a reason.”

“I like the wt oft of them,” said Erestor, following Glorfindel around the room with his eyes.

“There you are,” said Glorfindel, continuing, “Every one I saw you use was black, or dark colored at least. Very solemn and dignified, but always black. Understandably so, the peacock tends to be a bird of that color, or the tail is, at least. However, I happened upon a peacock one day that was golden, a little orangey as well, and he was so kind to drop two feathers for me.” Glorfindel handed the box to Erestor shyly. “I had meant to give it to you before, but the time never came for it, and it always seemed too trivial.”

Erestor pulled the lid off to find a feathered quill made with twin golden peacock feathers. The nib was golden as well, not the steel he was used to using. “You made this,” he stated, taking it from the box. It was lighter than he imagined it could be, and the feathers glittered in the light. “It is remarkably beaul.”ul.”

“I guess you like it, then,” Glorfindel said. He was standing against a bookshelf, looking a little embarrassed and a little proud that his gift was so well received.

“I love it.” Erestor set the quill down on the desk and stood up, approaching Glorfindel. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Lifting a hand to stroke Glorfindel’s cheek, Erestor leaned closer and met Glorfindel’s lips, coaxing the younger elf to relax. Just as Glorfindel began to place his hands upon Erestor’s hips, the dark elf took hold of his lover’s wrists and pinned them up above against the shelves of books. “You said something about… flying lessons,” purred Erestor, rubbing himself against Glorfindel in a most uousuous manner before nipping at the bare throat that presented itself.

“Oh… Erestor…” groaned Glorfindel, fighting to kiss his love once more. He was granted this, but only after torture long enough to arouse him. “Flying… falling… I will do whatever you ask of me…” he panted as they broke for air. “Forever. Always.”

Gliding his hands down along muscled arms, Erestor sighed as he embraced the blonde elf and was nuzzled and cuddled in return, tears pricking at his eyes. “I love you, Glorfindel,” said Erestor softly into his lover’s ear as they held one another.

Snuggling closer, Glorfindel whispered, “And I, you, Erestor.”

~End~


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