Reading Between the Lines
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Adult ++
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Chapter 6
Title: Reading Between the Lines (6/?)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Orophin/Erestor, Glorfindel/Lindir
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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Orophin stood and brushed the loose pieces of leaves, grass, and dirt from his clothes. Looking in the direction that Erestor had stormed off to, he sighed. His mind was reeling. He thought he had him for a moment there, and then that.
What was causing him to be such a prude? Was he trying to keep up an authoritative air, or what? It did not matter; he was not willing to give up, not yet. He still had some time before he would be leaving and he planned to taste the spice on Erestor’s lips again.
He thought for a moment about his next move. Should he follow and continue trying to be romantic? Or should he leave him be and try again tomorrow? Or, maybe he should hunt him down, and tell him his intentions. No, that would not work. But hunting him down was not a bad idea. With a smile, he walked quickly in the direction Erestor had run off in, assuming the dark beauty would seek refuge in the library, amongst his books.
Arriving at the library only a few moments later, he bounded up the steps and went in. Poking his head in through the doorway, he looked around, but did not spot Erestor. He assumed he had hidden among the shelves. His eyes rested on another very fair elf, now seated at the desk Erestor normally occupied.
Walking over to him, he spoke, “Excuse me?”
“Yes?”
“My name is Orophin. I am a friend of Erestor’s. Is he around?”
“A pleasure to meet you. I am Melpomaen, Erestor’s assistant. And no, he has not returned yet. He took a break some time ago, so I assume he should return any moment. But one never really knows. He has been out of sorts lately.”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, well, you know. I think he is growing bored and restless. He keeps telling me of his desires to travel, but his lack of confidence to do so.”
“Hm. That is odd. He never mentioned it to me. But we have not been friends long, I assume he will eventually. Never mind. If he returns, will you tell him I was looking for him?”
“Of course. Good day.”
“Good day.”
Orophin looked around once more and frowned before leaving to continue his hunt.
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Erestor curled up on his bed, hugging his pillow into his chest. Fighting back the tears, he cursed himself. “I am such a stupid elf!” he exclaimed.
He let his mind wander, twirling in and out of random images. He remembered his dream and the beginnings of feelings he thought would not be returned. And the kiss, Orophin’s lips tasting of apple, and his lips like a touch of silk against his own. Why had he reacted so poorly?
Glorfindel, that is why. He sighed, the image of him riding out to patrol on his white horse, those golden locks swirling in the breeze behind him, filled his mind again. He was unable to shake him. His interests had been with Glorfindel for so long, even though the golden warrior passed him off without a thought at every turn. And he thought of Lindir. Glorfindel could have any elf he wanted, and Lindir was so strikingly fair, not to mention talented. Why would he cast off such a prize for a dark haired, unfriendly, overblown librarian?!
The tears fell without control. He could not change how he reacted to others. He had been teased most of his life, and out casted the rest of it. His attitude was, in plain words, a defense from pain. If he pushed everyone away, they could not hurt him. And that included Orophin. But why did he continue to pursue Glorfindel when his heart broke every time he turned away from him? And Orophin had done so much to gain his friendship, and that friendship had quickly turned into romantic interest. Why was he doing this to himself? Why could he not just accept what was given to him, the good things that happened to him?
Hugging the pillow tighter, he gave up fighting the tears and they flowed harder, becoming an outright sob.
“Someday I will understand why I do these things. Hopefully it will not be too late!”
He knew giving up Glorfindel was a must. But he did not know how to go about doing it.
Orophin! Of course! The tears slowed and he pushed himself up. Drying his soggy cheeks, he stared at the door and wondered if Orophin would still be interested after all of that. It was worth a try.
Tossing the pillow aside, he went to his wardrobe to gather a change of clothes. Picking new clothes and dressing would give him time to get the puffiness away from his eyes so no one would know he had been crying.
He could feel his pulse picking up, his heart throbbing out an even rhythm in his throat as his mind wandered again. What would he say? What would Orophin say?
Was he just using him?
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Orophin flopped down on the bed, exhausted from wandering around searching for the object of his desire. Bumping his brother as he did so, Haldir opened his eyes and looked over at him.
“I am trying to take a nap, you know?”
“Yes, I know.”
“Why are you not out chasing dark haired elves?”
“I tried. I almost succeeded. Then he shoved me off of him and ran away.”
“Did he bite your lip, too?”
“No. Why do you ask?”
“No reason. I just thought it would be funny if he had.”
“Will you be nice to me for five minutes?”
“I did that once. When you were a baby. But only because Ada threatened to put me across his knee if I did not.”
“Go figure, now you LIKE being put across the knees of elves!”
“Oh hush. That is not true. Although I do not mind putting Celeborn across MY knee!” He winked at Orophin, who burst out laughing.
“Thank you for the future nightmares, brother.”
“My pleasure! So what are your plans for the evening?”
“First of all, I want to hunt down some food. I missed mid day meal and am starving. Then I shall return to hunting down Erestor.”
“Will you be using the hounds?”
“Haldir! No. I will just use my mind.”
“Not planning on ever leaving Imladris, I see.”
He smacked Haldir with a pillow, the blow quickly being returned. The two brothers laughed painfully as they continued to pummel each other with soft things from around the room.
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“Lindir, why do you trust the words you hear over my words?”
“How can I not? It is not that I have only heard them from one elf! Everyone is talking about it! Do you have any idea how embarrassed I get when I walk into a room and everyone is whispering, and then stops when they see me?”
Glorfindel crinkled his nose and sighed. “You know there are plenty of gossips here and enough lies and rumors to keep them busy for the next century. You also know most of what they speak of his untrue! So why believe this one?”
“So you have not taken Melpomaen to your bed when I am not around?”
“Of course not! Why would I do such a thing?!”
“I am having a hard time believing you. You think I am blind. I am not! I see the way you look at him, and how he blushes in response.”
“That is not true! I hardly even notice when he is around!”
“Do you love me?”
“Of course! Lindir!” He stepped forward as Lindir turned his back on him, taking the smaller elf into his arms by the sides. Bending down slightly, he kissed gently along his neck and jaw line. “You know I love you, my beautiful song bird. You need not ask.”
Lindir shut his eyes and smiled, putting his hands on the arms wrapped around him and swayed along with Glorfindel ever so slightly. “And I love you, too, my golden one.”
“Then why are you so suspicious?”
“Because everyone wants you.”
“That is not true, either. That is actually rather impossible.”
“You stop elves in their tracks no matter how many times they have seen you.”
“And the only one I wish to win is you.”
Lindir smiled again and leaned his head back onto Glorfindel’s shoulder. “You have won that battle.”
The moment was suddenly broken by a knock at the door. Glorfindel sighed and silently released his love. Opening the door, he tried to hold back a gasp. “Melpomaen! How nice to see you!”
“Same to you. You are needed in the barracks.”
“Alright. Thank you.”
Melpomaen waited for a moment as Glorfindel kissed Lindir goodbye. He headed for the door and the two walked off down the hall together.
Crossing his arms across his chest, Lindir raised an eyebrow as he kept staring at the now closed door. “And if the rumors are not true, why did Melpomaen wait for you? What business does HE have at the barracks?!”
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TBC…
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Orophin/Erestor, Glorfindel/Lindir
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.
_________________________
Orophin stood and brushed the loose pieces of leaves, grass, and dirt from his clothes. Looking in the direction that Erestor had stormed off to, he sighed. His mind was reeling. He thought he had him for a moment there, and then that.
What was causing him to be such a prude? Was he trying to keep up an authoritative air, or what? It did not matter; he was not willing to give up, not yet. He still had some time before he would be leaving and he planned to taste the spice on Erestor’s lips again.
He thought for a moment about his next move. Should he follow and continue trying to be romantic? Or should he leave him be and try again tomorrow? Or, maybe he should hunt him down, and tell him his intentions. No, that would not work. But hunting him down was not a bad idea. With a smile, he walked quickly in the direction Erestor had run off in, assuming the dark beauty would seek refuge in the library, amongst his books.
Arriving at the library only a few moments later, he bounded up the steps and went in. Poking his head in through the doorway, he looked around, but did not spot Erestor. He assumed he had hidden among the shelves. His eyes rested on another very fair elf, now seated at the desk Erestor normally occupied.
Walking over to him, he spoke, “Excuse me?”
“Yes?”
“My name is Orophin. I am a friend of Erestor’s. Is he around?”
“A pleasure to meet you. I am Melpomaen, Erestor’s assistant. And no, he has not returned yet. He took a break some time ago, so I assume he should return any moment. But one never really knows. He has been out of sorts lately.”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, well, you know. I think he is growing bored and restless. He keeps telling me of his desires to travel, but his lack of confidence to do so.”
“Hm. That is odd. He never mentioned it to me. But we have not been friends long, I assume he will eventually. Never mind. If he returns, will you tell him I was looking for him?”
“Of course. Good day.”
“Good day.”
Orophin looked around once more and frowned before leaving to continue his hunt.
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Erestor curled up on his bed, hugging his pillow into his chest. Fighting back the tears, he cursed himself. “I am such a stupid elf!” he exclaimed.
He let his mind wander, twirling in and out of random images. He remembered his dream and the beginnings of feelings he thought would not be returned. And the kiss, Orophin’s lips tasting of apple, and his lips like a touch of silk against his own. Why had he reacted so poorly?
Glorfindel, that is why. He sighed, the image of him riding out to patrol on his white horse, those golden locks swirling in the breeze behind him, filled his mind again. He was unable to shake him. His interests had been with Glorfindel for so long, even though the golden warrior passed him off without a thought at every turn. And he thought of Lindir. Glorfindel could have any elf he wanted, and Lindir was so strikingly fair, not to mention talented. Why would he cast off such a prize for a dark haired, unfriendly, overblown librarian?!
The tears fell without control. He could not change how he reacted to others. He had been teased most of his life, and out casted the rest of it. His attitude was, in plain words, a defense from pain. If he pushed everyone away, they could not hurt him. And that included Orophin. But why did he continue to pursue Glorfindel when his heart broke every time he turned away from him? And Orophin had done so much to gain his friendship, and that friendship had quickly turned into romantic interest. Why was he doing this to himself? Why could he not just accept what was given to him, the good things that happened to him?
Hugging the pillow tighter, he gave up fighting the tears and they flowed harder, becoming an outright sob.
“Someday I will understand why I do these things. Hopefully it will not be too late!”
He knew giving up Glorfindel was a must. But he did not know how to go about doing it.
Orophin! Of course! The tears slowed and he pushed himself up. Drying his soggy cheeks, he stared at the door and wondered if Orophin would still be interested after all of that. It was worth a try.
Tossing the pillow aside, he went to his wardrobe to gather a change of clothes. Picking new clothes and dressing would give him time to get the puffiness away from his eyes so no one would know he had been crying.
He could feel his pulse picking up, his heart throbbing out an even rhythm in his throat as his mind wandered again. What would he say? What would Orophin say?
Was he just using him?
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Orophin flopped down on the bed, exhausted from wandering around searching for the object of his desire. Bumping his brother as he did so, Haldir opened his eyes and looked over at him.
“I am trying to take a nap, you know?”
“Yes, I know.”
“Why are you not out chasing dark haired elves?”
“I tried. I almost succeeded. Then he shoved me off of him and ran away.”
“Did he bite your lip, too?”
“No. Why do you ask?”
“No reason. I just thought it would be funny if he had.”
“Will you be nice to me for five minutes?”
“I did that once. When you were a baby. But only because Ada threatened to put me across his knee if I did not.”
“Go figure, now you LIKE being put across the knees of elves!”
“Oh hush. That is not true. Although I do not mind putting Celeborn across MY knee!” He winked at Orophin, who burst out laughing.
“Thank you for the future nightmares, brother.”
“My pleasure! So what are your plans for the evening?”
“First of all, I want to hunt down some food. I missed mid day meal and am starving. Then I shall return to hunting down Erestor.”
“Will you be using the hounds?”
“Haldir! No. I will just use my mind.”
“Not planning on ever leaving Imladris, I see.”
He smacked Haldir with a pillow, the blow quickly being returned. The two brothers laughed painfully as they continued to pummel each other with soft things from around the room.
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“Lindir, why do you trust the words you hear over my words?”
“How can I not? It is not that I have only heard them from one elf! Everyone is talking about it! Do you have any idea how embarrassed I get when I walk into a room and everyone is whispering, and then stops when they see me?”
Glorfindel crinkled his nose and sighed. “You know there are plenty of gossips here and enough lies and rumors to keep them busy for the next century. You also know most of what they speak of his untrue! So why believe this one?”
“So you have not taken Melpomaen to your bed when I am not around?”
“Of course not! Why would I do such a thing?!”
“I am having a hard time believing you. You think I am blind. I am not! I see the way you look at him, and how he blushes in response.”
“That is not true! I hardly even notice when he is around!”
“Do you love me?”
“Of course! Lindir!” He stepped forward as Lindir turned his back on him, taking the smaller elf into his arms by the sides. Bending down slightly, he kissed gently along his neck and jaw line. “You know I love you, my beautiful song bird. You need not ask.”
Lindir shut his eyes and smiled, putting his hands on the arms wrapped around him and swayed along with Glorfindel ever so slightly. “And I love you, too, my golden one.”
“Then why are you so suspicious?”
“Because everyone wants you.”
“That is not true, either. That is actually rather impossible.”
“You stop elves in their tracks no matter how many times they have seen you.”
“And the only one I wish to win is you.”
Lindir smiled again and leaned his head back onto Glorfindel’s shoulder. “You have won that battle.”
The moment was suddenly broken by a knock at the door. Glorfindel sighed and silently released his love. Opening the door, he tried to hold back a gasp. “Melpomaen! How nice to see you!”
“Same to you. You are needed in the barracks.”
“Alright. Thank you.”
Melpomaen waited for a moment as Glorfindel kissed Lindir goodbye. He headed for the door and the two walked off down the hall together.
Crossing his arms across his chest, Lindir raised an eyebrow as he kept staring at the now closed door. “And if the rumors are not true, why did Melpomaen wait for you? What business does HE have at the barracks?!”
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TBC…