One Fine Day
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Adult ++
Chapters:
13
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7,503
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Beneath the Blue
Title: One Fine Day (9/ ?)
Chap Title: Beneath the Blue
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, implied others
Rating: PG-13 for now, possibly higher in later chapters
Disclaimer: Not mine. ::points to Tolkien:: His. I'm just having
fun, and no monetary profit is being made. Please don't sue. I'm
already hideously in debt thanks to college. All I've got is a
computer and a cat...and you're not getting the cat. But the comp
really isn't worth suing me for.
Warning: erm...slash, a bit of angst, DEFINITE AU, multi-part fic, coming up on the first major pit-stop.
Beta: Un-beta'ed (for now)
Summary: None know what the future may bring, least of all Erestor
Glorfindel walked along the beach next to Erestor, frustrated at the uncomfortable silence stretching between them. A silence that should rightfully be filled with gasps, moans, and sliding flesh…
This certainly wasn’t the reunion he had imagined…
//Then again,// he thought, //These aren’t exactly the circumstances I had ima – Ack!//
He found himself being jerked behind a boulder. “What –mmmph!“
“Shhh!” Erestor clapped a hand over his mouth and pointed.
Glorfindel blinked. Then snorted.
“You would think he could at least spend ONE day on land before going back out…” Erestor commented, watching as a small, white-haired elf in a pair of loose trousers pushed a flimsy skiff into the water.
Glorfindel nipped the palm over his mouth, gaining an immediate release. He felt Erestor shift away and mourned the loss. He wondered if perhaps he had been gone TOO long. They had both grown and changed while apart, and he began to fear that sadness and guilt would destroy what fragile threads of their relationship remained. Perhaps it would have been better for everyone if he had just stayed in Middle-Earth, or left his daughter in the care of the Avari and simply faded.
What kind of life will she have here? Even ignoring the fact that she was born out of what was essentially rape, he didn’t even know if there were other elflings near her age. Glorfindel felt his panic rise. //What if I have condemned her to loneliness? What kind of parent am I, to only think of my own comfort in keeping a weak promise, and spare no thought for the fate of the one who should be most precious to me. Surely she’ll hate me. Surely whatever she has done in a past life cannot have earned her ME for a parent. Surely..//
“Surely he cannot mean to sail all the way back to Middle-Earth on a piece of wood, can he?”
“What?” Glorfindel asked, incredulous. “No!”
“Then tell me what YOU think he is doing!” Erestor whispered back.
“Who?”
“Cirdan, lackwit!” Erestor shook his head. “Middle-Earth has evidently killed what few recall skills you ever had.”
The blond pulled a face. “Ok, you know what? You can kiss my ass. It’s been a really fucking shitty couple of millennia, so get the fuck – oh, he’s so gonna tip.”
Erestor looked at his companion in dismay. The tone hadn’t sounded all that pleasant until the very end, when Glorfindel had seemed to switch topics, but Erestor had absolutely NO idea what his lover had just ranted about. “I beg your pardon,” he asked cautiously.
“I said, he is going to tip,” Glorfindel repeated slowly, as if he were dealing with a particularly slow-witted child.
“Who?”
“Cirdan, lackwit. Remember?”
Erestor scowled at having his words parroted back. He looked back out to sea, seeing the small figure leaning over the side of his skiff. “What is he doing?”
Glorfindel snickered. “He is tipping. See? There he goes! He’s so gonna tip! He’s gonna tip, he’s gonna tip, he’sgonnatiphe’sgonnatip...”
A muffled curse followed by a mighty splash.
“HE TIPPED!” Glorfindel squealed, cackling with unconcealed glee.
Erestor shook his head, having barely smothered his own amusement. “’Tis shameful to laugh at another’s misfortune.” He watched their entertainment surface with a gasp.
The blond rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on, Erestor! You cannot tell me seeing the great Shipwright capsizing his own boat was not in the least bit amusing!”
The ebon-haired elf’s lips twitched.
Glorfindel snorted. “That is what I thought.”
A yelp drew their attention in time to catch the sea-dweller being pulled beneath the water’s surface.
“The hell?” Glorfindel muttered.
They moved closer to water’s edge, waiting tensely for the old elf to resurface. Erestor shot his companion a look, reaching for his sash. “How long has it been?”
“Four, maybe five minutes.”
Erestor nodded and slipped out of his robe. “I thought so.” He handed the heavy fabric to Glorfindel. “Stay here, I will go in after him.” He ran into the water.
“Like hell!” Glorfindel shucked his own clothes and dove in after him. He was impressed at how far ahead of him Erestor had already swum. The blond was reminded of an albino otter he had once seen streaking through the water. Sleek, powerful, beautiful in its deadliness.
Surfacing for air, he oriented himself. Spying the nearby skiff, he dove back under water, finally catching up with his lover, whose eyes were wide. He followed Erestor’s gaze. //Oh.//
Some forty feet ahead of them, two silvery forms twined around each other, kissing lazily, hair of milk white and foam green floating in the current.
Glorfindel frowned. //Underwater sex? No fair! I suppose having a Vala as your lover could have its perks, but how is he not drowning? Wait…gills? Niiiiice….// He saw the Vala’s lightly webbed fingers reaching for his captive’s trousers, and looked away. //Oookay, I think I’ve seen enough. We can definitely say he’s in no danger of drowning.//
He grabbed the startled Erestor and began swimming for air. Unable to resist, he took one last look back…and immediately faced forward, blushing and secretly impressed. //Who knew?//
Erestor broke the surface and coughed, gasping for breath. He glared at his un-asked-for savior, wiping hair from his eyes. “You made me swallow sea water!”
“How were you holding your breath that long?”
“I was not. I surfaced just before you arrived.”
“Oh.” Glorfindel blushed brighter. “So…er…what do you make of that?”
Erestor shook his head. “Make of what? I saw nothing…and so did you.”
The blond thought for a moment, then nodded. “Works for me. Now, shall we go back to shore? Personally, I have no desire to be in the water when Nothing gets excited.”
“Valid point.” Erestor started swimming, Glorfindel following quickly behind.
On the shore, they donned their clothing, Erestor discretely peeking at his companion. Glorfindel had most definitely lost weight over the years, and there was an odd starburst shaped scar on the back of his shoulder. //Curious. The only other scar I remember is the one from the Balrog’s whip.//
“Glorfindel?”
“Hmm?” The warrior looked over at him, fastening the button at his neck.
“Where did you get that scar on your shoulder?”
Glorfindel’s fingers stilled. “Oh. Yes. A long story, really.” His smile was bright with false cheer. “Well, then, shall we go?”
//Well,// Erestor thought to himself. //I suppose that is that, then.// He returned the smile. “Yes, I suppose it is getting late, and you are no doubt tired from your long journey.”
Glorfindel nodded. “Aye, and I miss my girl. She must be ready to collapse by now.”
Erestor chuckled silently. “She is an elfling. She should have boundless energy, and then some.”
Glorfindel sighed in mock resignation. “Alright, I am the one ready to drop. SHE is most likely soaking up every bit of attention she can get, and starting her reign of terror as we speak.”
Erestor scoffed and crossed his arms. “Surely this is not MY elfling you speak of, Glorfindel o’ Imladris. MY elfling is innocence incarnate.”
The blond’s smile was weary.
Erestor took pity. “You really are asleep on your feet, aren’t you, my friend?” He wrapped an arm around the other elf’s waist. “Come, then. Let us get your elfling, and get you to bed.”
~~ tbc ~~
Chap Title: Beneath the Blue
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, implied others
Rating: PG-13 for now, possibly higher in later chapters
Disclaimer: Not mine. ::points to Tolkien:: His. I'm just having
fun, and no monetary profit is being made. Please don't sue. I'm
already hideously in debt thanks to college. All I've got is a
computer and a cat...and you're not getting the cat. But the comp
really isn't worth suing me for.
Warning: erm...slash, a bit of angst, DEFINITE AU, multi-part fic, coming up on the first major pit-stop.
Beta: Un-beta'ed (for now)
Summary: None know what the future may bring, least of all Erestor
Glorfindel walked along the beach next to Erestor, frustrated at the uncomfortable silence stretching between them. A silence that should rightfully be filled with gasps, moans, and sliding flesh…
This certainly wasn’t the reunion he had imagined…
//Then again,// he thought, //These aren’t exactly the circumstances I had ima – Ack!//
He found himself being jerked behind a boulder. “What –mmmph!“
“Shhh!” Erestor clapped a hand over his mouth and pointed.
Glorfindel blinked. Then snorted.
“You would think he could at least spend ONE day on land before going back out…” Erestor commented, watching as a small, white-haired elf in a pair of loose trousers pushed a flimsy skiff into the water.
Glorfindel nipped the palm over his mouth, gaining an immediate release. He felt Erestor shift away and mourned the loss. He wondered if perhaps he had been gone TOO long. They had both grown and changed while apart, and he began to fear that sadness and guilt would destroy what fragile threads of their relationship remained. Perhaps it would have been better for everyone if he had just stayed in Middle-Earth, or left his daughter in the care of the Avari and simply faded.
What kind of life will she have here? Even ignoring the fact that she was born out of what was essentially rape, he didn’t even know if there were other elflings near her age. Glorfindel felt his panic rise. //What if I have condemned her to loneliness? What kind of parent am I, to only think of my own comfort in keeping a weak promise, and spare no thought for the fate of the one who should be most precious to me. Surely she’ll hate me. Surely whatever she has done in a past life cannot have earned her ME for a parent. Surely..//
“Surely he cannot mean to sail all the way back to Middle-Earth on a piece of wood, can he?”
“What?” Glorfindel asked, incredulous. “No!”
“Then tell me what YOU think he is doing!” Erestor whispered back.
“Who?”
“Cirdan, lackwit!” Erestor shook his head. “Middle-Earth has evidently killed what few recall skills you ever had.”
The blond pulled a face. “Ok, you know what? You can kiss my ass. It’s been a really fucking shitty couple of millennia, so get the fuck – oh, he’s so gonna tip.”
Erestor looked at his companion in dismay. The tone hadn’t sounded all that pleasant until the very end, when Glorfindel had seemed to switch topics, but Erestor had absolutely NO idea what his lover had just ranted about. “I beg your pardon,” he asked cautiously.
“I said, he is going to tip,” Glorfindel repeated slowly, as if he were dealing with a particularly slow-witted child.
“Who?”
“Cirdan, lackwit. Remember?”
Erestor scowled at having his words parroted back. He looked back out to sea, seeing the small figure leaning over the side of his skiff. “What is he doing?”
Glorfindel snickered. “He is tipping. See? There he goes! He’s so gonna tip! He’s gonna tip, he’s gonna tip, he’sgonnatiphe’sgonnatip...”
A muffled curse followed by a mighty splash.
“HE TIPPED!” Glorfindel squealed, cackling with unconcealed glee.
Erestor shook his head, having barely smothered his own amusement. “’Tis shameful to laugh at another’s misfortune.” He watched their entertainment surface with a gasp.
The blond rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on, Erestor! You cannot tell me seeing the great Shipwright capsizing his own boat was not in the least bit amusing!”
The ebon-haired elf’s lips twitched.
Glorfindel snorted. “That is what I thought.”
A yelp drew their attention in time to catch the sea-dweller being pulled beneath the water’s surface.
“The hell?” Glorfindel muttered.
They moved closer to water’s edge, waiting tensely for the old elf to resurface. Erestor shot his companion a look, reaching for his sash. “How long has it been?”
“Four, maybe five minutes.”
Erestor nodded and slipped out of his robe. “I thought so.” He handed the heavy fabric to Glorfindel. “Stay here, I will go in after him.” He ran into the water.
“Like hell!” Glorfindel shucked his own clothes and dove in after him. He was impressed at how far ahead of him Erestor had already swum. The blond was reminded of an albino otter he had once seen streaking through the water. Sleek, powerful, beautiful in its deadliness.
Surfacing for air, he oriented himself. Spying the nearby skiff, he dove back under water, finally catching up with his lover, whose eyes were wide. He followed Erestor’s gaze. //Oh.//
Some forty feet ahead of them, two silvery forms twined around each other, kissing lazily, hair of milk white and foam green floating in the current.
Glorfindel frowned. //Underwater sex? No fair! I suppose having a Vala as your lover could have its perks, but how is he not drowning? Wait…gills? Niiiiice….// He saw the Vala’s lightly webbed fingers reaching for his captive’s trousers, and looked away. //Oookay, I think I’ve seen enough. We can definitely say he’s in no danger of drowning.//
He grabbed the startled Erestor and began swimming for air. Unable to resist, he took one last look back…and immediately faced forward, blushing and secretly impressed. //Who knew?//
Erestor broke the surface and coughed, gasping for breath. He glared at his un-asked-for savior, wiping hair from his eyes. “You made me swallow sea water!”
“How were you holding your breath that long?”
“I was not. I surfaced just before you arrived.”
“Oh.” Glorfindel blushed brighter. “So…er…what do you make of that?”
Erestor shook his head. “Make of what? I saw nothing…and so did you.”
The blond thought for a moment, then nodded. “Works for me. Now, shall we go back to shore? Personally, I have no desire to be in the water when Nothing gets excited.”
“Valid point.” Erestor started swimming, Glorfindel following quickly behind.
On the shore, they donned their clothing, Erestor discretely peeking at his companion. Glorfindel had most definitely lost weight over the years, and there was an odd starburst shaped scar on the back of his shoulder. //Curious. The only other scar I remember is the one from the Balrog’s whip.//
“Glorfindel?”
“Hmm?” The warrior looked over at him, fastening the button at his neck.
“Where did you get that scar on your shoulder?”
Glorfindel’s fingers stilled. “Oh. Yes. A long story, really.” His smile was bright with false cheer. “Well, then, shall we go?”
//Well,// Erestor thought to himself. //I suppose that is that, then.// He returned the smile. “Yes, I suppose it is getting late, and you are no doubt tired from your long journey.”
Glorfindel nodded. “Aye, and I miss my girl. She must be ready to collapse by now.”
Erestor chuckled silently. “She is an elfling. She should have boundless energy, and then some.”
Glorfindel sighed in mock resignation. “Alright, I am the one ready to drop. SHE is most likely soaking up every bit of attention she can get, and starting her reign of terror as we speak.”
Erestor scoffed and crossed his arms. “Surely this is not MY elfling you speak of, Glorfindel o’ Imladris. MY elfling is innocence incarnate.”
The blond’s smile was weary.
Erestor took pity. “You really are asleep on your feet, aren’t you, my friend?” He wrapped an arm around the other elf’s waist. “Come, then. Let us get your elfling, and get you to bed.”
~~ tbc ~~