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Cold
Title: Cold
Author: Cheysuli ( cheysuli@gvtc.com )
Rated: R
Pairing: Eventual Glorfindel/Erestor
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Genre: Mystery/Supernatural
Summary: Erestor doesn't like the cold. Eventual Slash.
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Erestor shivered slightly as a chill breeze drifted in through openopen window. He frowned, giving the elf that sat across from him a half-hearted glare. "Must you let all the heat out, Elrond? It's the middle of winter!" he said, standing and moving away from the twin desks.
Elrond watch curiously as his chief advisor moved his work over to a corner table. "Really, Erestor. You are no more susceptible to the cold than any other elf," he said in amusement, shuffling his papers retureturning to the day's reports.
Erestor scowled. "Just because the cold doesn't affect me doesn't mean I have to like it," he muttered, reorganizing his paperwork. After a few moments, his quiet complaints faded away and the only sound in the library was the faint scratch of quills and rustling of parchment.
About half an hour passed before Elrond pushed away the last report and stood, stretching, from his desk. "I'm going to turn in, Erestor; do you want me to close the window?" he asked, grinning.
Erestor just waved absentmindedly for him to leave, never once looking up from his work.
Elrond shook his head, laughing softly. With one last glance at the night sky through the still open window, he turned and left the library.
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It was hours later, when the moon was beginning his decent, when Erestor felt a chill slither down his spine. He frowned in confusion, sure that he wasn't near close enough to the window to feel a stray draft. He ignored the feeling and returned to his book, having long since finished his paperwork.
The slight rustle of cloth drew his attention and he lowered his book, glancing towards the source of the sound. He stared, his eyes wide, at the cloaked figure that stood before him.
He really should have had Elrond close the window.
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"Is Erestor not up yet," Glorfindel asked as he took his place at the breakfast table. "He is usually here before I am," he continued, glancing at Erestor's empty chair.
Elrond shrugged. "I haven't seen him since last night," he said, buttering his toast. "It was rather late when I went to bed and he was still up. Perhaps he simply overslept," he continued, not completely convinced. Erestor never overslept.
Glorfindel frowned, glancing once more at Erestor's place before turning to welcome Ellaand and Elrohir as they entered the dining room. He saw the twins pause in confusion as they noticed Erestor's absence, having never been awake before the advisor before.
"Where's Erestor?" Elrohir asked, cocking his head. Elladan looked curiously at his father, waiting for the answer.
Elrond shook his head, mild concern beginning to show in his eyes. "I believe he is still asleep."
The twins looked at each other, their disbelief obvious. "Do you want us to go wake him?" Elladan asked, already moving towards the door. Elrohir followed, not waiting for his father to speak.
Elrond and Glorfindel watched silently as the twins left. "I'm sure he is fine, my friend," Elrond said, placing a gentle hand on Glorfindel's shoulder.
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The twins walked quickly towards Erestor's chambers, not paying any attention to their surroundings as they argued between themselves. "I'm sure he is fine, Ro!" Elladan said, waving his arms. "He simply overslept and we finally have something new to tease him about!"
Elrohir shook his head, glaring at his brother. "Erests nes never late for anything, Dan, and you know it. Not even for the unimportant things. Aren't you the least bit concerned?"
Elladan laughed, pulling his brother to a halt as they reached the advisor's door. "You're over-reacting, brother," he said, pus ope open the half closed door and stepping into the room. "What, do you think he slipped and... fell..." He trailed off, staring in shock at the state of the room. "Valar."
Elrohir paled and pushed past his brother, kneeling next to the crumpled form that lay near the door. "Go get Ada!" he said, feeling frantically for a pulse. Not hearing a sound from his brother, he turned to glare at the shaking Elladan. "Go!"
Elrohir's shout brought Elladan out of his shock and he turned and bolted out the door. Elrohir turned his attention to Erestor, sighing in relief as he felt the faint and erratic heartbeat. "Stay with me, Erestor," he whispered, stroking the advisor's blood-soaked hair. "Please stay with me."
TBC...
Author: Cheysuli ( cheysuli@gvtc.com )
Rated: R
Pairing: Eventual Glorfindel/Erestor
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Genre: Mystery/Supernatural
Summary: Erestor doesn't like the cold. Eventual Slash.
______________________________
Erestor shivered slightly as a chill breeze drifted in through openopen window. He frowned, giving the elf that sat across from him a half-hearted glare. "Must you let all the heat out, Elrond? It's the middle of winter!" he said, standing and moving away from the twin desks.
Elrond watch curiously as his chief advisor moved his work over to a corner table. "Really, Erestor. You are no more susceptible to the cold than any other elf," he said in amusement, shuffling his papers retureturning to the day's reports.
Erestor scowled. "Just because the cold doesn't affect me doesn't mean I have to like it," he muttered, reorganizing his paperwork. After a few moments, his quiet complaints faded away and the only sound in the library was the faint scratch of quills and rustling of parchment.
About half an hour passed before Elrond pushed away the last report and stood, stretching, from his desk. "I'm going to turn in, Erestor; do you want me to close the window?" he asked, grinning.
Erestor just waved absentmindedly for him to leave, never once looking up from his work.
Elrond shook his head, laughing softly. With one last glance at the night sky through the still open window, he turned and left the library.
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It was hours later, when the moon was beginning his decent, when Erestor felt a chill slither down his spine. He frowned in confusion, sure that he wasn't near close enough to the window to feel a stray draft. He ignored the feeling and returned to his book, having long since finished his paperwork.
The slight rustle of cloth drew his attention and he lowered his book, glancing towards the source of the sound. He stared, his eyes wide, at the cloaked figure that stood before him.
He really should have had Elrond close the window.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Is Erestor not up yet," Glorfindel asked as he took his place at the breakfast table. "He is usually here before I am," he continued, glancing at Erestor's empty chair.
Elrond shrugged. "I haven't seen him since last night," he said, buttering his toast. "It was rather late when I went to bed and he was still up. Perhaps he simply overslept," he continued, not completely convinced. Erestor never overslept.
Glorfindel frowned, glancing once more at Erestor's place before turning to welcome Ellaand and Elrohir as they entered the dining room. He saw the twins pause in confusion as they noticed Erestor's absence, having never been awake before the advisor before.
"Where's Erestor?" Elrohir asked, cocking his head. Elladan looked curiously at his father, waiting for the answer.
Elrond shook his head, mild concern beginning to show in his eyes. "I believe he is still asleep."
The twins looked at each other, their disbelief obvious. "Do you want us to go wake him?" Elladan asked, already moving towards the door. Elrohir followed, not waiting for his father to speak.
Elrond and Glorfindel watched silently as the twins left. "I'm sure he is fine, my friend," Elrond said, placing a gentle hand on Glorfindel's shoulder.
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The twins walked quickly towards Erestor's chambers, not paying any attention to their surroundings as they argued between themselves. "I'm sure he is fine, Ro!" Elladan said, waving his arms. "He simply overslept and we finally have something new to tease him about!"
Elrohir shook his head, glaring at his brother. "Erests nes never late for anything, Dan, and you know it. Not even for the unimportant things. Aren't you the least bit concerned?"
Elladan laughed, pulling his brother to a halt as they reached the advisor's door. "You're over-reacting, brother," he said, pus ope open the half closed door and stepping into the room. "What, do you think he slipped and... fell..." He trailed off, staring in shock at the state of the room. "Valar."
Elrohir paled and pushed past his brother, kneeling next to the crumpled form that lay near the door. "Go get Ada!" he said, feeling frantically for a pulse. Not hearing a sound from his brother, he turned to glare at the shaking Elladan. "Go!"
Elrohir's shout brought Elladan out of his shock and he turned and bolted out the door. Elrohir turned his attention to Erestor, sighing in relief as he felt the faint and erratic heartbeat. "Stay with me, Erestor," he whispered, stroking the advisor's blood-soaked hair. "Please stay with me."
TBC...