Locked Doors
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Locked Doors
Title: Locked Doors
Author: Krit
Email: kritblack1@yahoo.ca
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel (Yes I am addicted, but then who isn’t)
Warnings: Slash, AU, PG-13 with very light hints of NC-17 (nothing graphic)
Disclaimer: Well, obviously they belong to Tolkien/ Tolkiens Estate as I am not original enough for my own characters (else I would be writing/publishing novels by now) so I use those belonging to other people. Don’t own, don’t profit and don’t have permission to play with – but I’m a rebel and can’t control myself.
Notes: All mistakes are mine and mine alone; I cling to them devotedly because for some reason I get a kick out of re-reading my work and laughing at my own stupidity *shrugs*.
Summary: One room, two elves and a locked door.
Notes: This is a snippet/one shot (using the age old cellar idea… gah, I am so un-creative). Posted with kind permission from and dedicated to Beckyboo, because I was inspired after readying her story ‘Unexpectedly’ (1st part) and I was badly bitten by a rabid muse and simply had to write this. All mistakes are mine and mine alone; I cling to them devotedly because for some reason I get a kick out of re-reading my work and laughing at my own stupidity *shrugs*.
Locked Doors
//This is absolutely ridiculous// was the thought that was currently bounding through Glorfindels mind as he kneeled in front of the large cellar door and tediously struggled to jimmy the lock that stood guard with an extremely thin knife. The lock, current bane of Glorfindels existence, ensured the safe keeping of Lord Elronds prized wine collection, but was presently preventing the Imladris Lord from indulging in said collection and since Erestor, the only elf with a key to the door, could not be found, Glorfindel had been ordered to find a way into the cellar and pilfer the desired beverage… or else. Knowing the ‘or else’ would entail a fit that would make the fall of Gondolin look pretty Glorfindel had dutifully gone down to the cellar and set about breaking in. Hearing the lock click softly he sighed in relief and, setting the small knife on the ledge to his right, pushed the heavy wooden door open, wondering, not for the first time, where Erestor and the blasted key had disappeared to. Normally the acerbic advisor was constantly underfoot, and only when you needed him was he no where to be found.
Pushing all thoughts of Erestor from his mind Glorfindel began to walk the aisles of wine, rum and other brews, looking for the name of the one wine Elrond so desperately wanted; ‘Orris Berry Cup’. So involved in his search, muttering “Orris ?xmmespmespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Berry” repeatedly under his breath he failed to hear the soft pad of feet as they entered the cellar and approached from behind.
“What, in the name of Varda, do you think you are doing in here Glorfindel?”
With a yelp Glorfindel whipped around to face the infuriated form of Erestor feeling his face flush in guilt even though he had done nothing wrong and replied with cool dignity. “I am merely collecting a bottle of wine for Elrond, at his request I might add, so if you would kindly show me where the ‘Orris Berry Cup’ is located I will be on my way.”
“That will not be necessary Lord Glorfindel, I have just finished speaking with Lord Elrond, to inquire as to whether if he needed anything before I retired for the evening, and he informed me of his wine craving so I simply acquired him a bottle from the kitchen stock.” Pausing he gave Glorfindel a look that implied he thought the blonde to have no more intelligence than a slug for not thinking to check the kitchen before continuing in his patronizing tone. “There was no need to burglarize the cellar.”
Glorfindel wasn’t sure what was worse, the formality of Erestors words, his superior attitude or the fact that he had spent the last twenty minutes fighting with a locked door for no reason what so ever. With his dignity firmly in place Glorfindel nodded, allowing a touch of haughtiness to enter his own tone. “Of course councilor, how remiss of me not to have realized that. If you will excuse me I will be retiring for the evening myself. Goodnight.” With that smooth dismissal Glorfindel swept past the black haired advisor and made directly for the door only to be brought up short when the blasted piece of wood refused to budge. He tried again just to make sure before bowing his head in defeat, forehead resting against the ancient oak. So much for his superb exit, now he had to wait for Erestor to catch up with him and unlock the blasted door. Turning he watched as Erestor languidly approached, his black robes dragging lightly on the floor behind him and cursed his misfortune.
“Something you needed Glorfindel?”
“Just the key, the door is locked.”
“Locked? Are you sure?” The widening of black-brown eyes and small worried frown that creased Erestors brow gave Glorfindel pause.
“I am positive Erestor, the door will not budge.”
“Hrmph. Well then I’m afraid that you will simply have to pick the lock again as I do not have the means to open it.”
“You don’t have the key?”
“That is what I just said, is it not?”
“Oh! Hmmm… so, you do not have the key?”
“Do you have a hearing impediment Glorfindel?”
“Oh no, no not at all… it’s just… I left the lock pick outside the door.”
This earned him a dark look before Erestor stalked up to him and, not bothering to move the blonde aside, reached around Glorfindel and tried the door for himself. Nothing happened, the door was indeed locked and it looked like they were be trapped in the cellar, together.
Sighing Erestor gave Glorfindel another glare, ignoring the dazed look that was directed back at him and turned to walk back into the main room of the cellar, a not so reassuring “Do not worry, Elrond will eventually come looking for me, I am essential to the running of Imladris.” floated back to the unmoving blonde.
Glorfindel remained by the door, his back pressed against the solid wood and watch as Erestor retreated, not daring to move from the safety of the exit point, no matter that the door was locked, it still presented him with a small sense of security. He must be delusional because he could have sworn that, as Erestor had reached around him to try the door his other hand had slipped around his waist and tweaked his left butt cheek. He stood there for several minutes and debated as to whether or not he really wanted to venture after the younger elf. Finally deciding that Erestor certainly couldn’t do anything overly outrageous while trapped in the cellar he moved towards the large room, stopping short when he caught site of his companion. Erestor was lounging on the floor, but what caused Glorfindel to hesitate was the fact that Erestor was naked from the waist up.
“Where is you’re robe?”
“I am sitting on it, this floor is filthy.” The ‘intelligence-of-a-slug’ look was once again directed at him and Glorfindel flushed, suddenly feeling incredibly stupid.
“Join me.” Shifting sideways Erestor made room on the black fabric for the blonde. Sitting himself beside the slender form Glorfindel looked everywhere but at the exposed chest and soft creamy skin.
“Shall we have a drink?” A single lifted eyebrow was the response to Glorfindels proposition and he quickly defended his suggestion. “It’s not like there is anything else to do while we wait to be rescued.”
‘Oh I beg to differ, Captain”. Erestors voice had dropped to a husky purr and the sound alone made Glorfindels heart race. When he stared into inky black eyes and saw the tidal wave of passion hiding in their depths his own passion flared and instead of moving away from the intoxicating presence he leaned forward to meet the advisor halfway as Erestor moved to kiss him.
~ Early the next morning ~
Glorfindel frowned as Erestor stirred in his arms and stood up to re-cover his naked form with clothing. Nudging Glorfindel he forced the blonde to move over so he could pick up his dirty robe, grimacing at the dirt and unmentionable stains that graced the black fabric; having been used as a bed for the previous night’s activities had not left it unscathed. Never the less he pulled it on; he only had to wear it as far as his rooms in any case, and gazed down at the glowering naked form of his lover.
“Just where do you think you’re off to? No one will be sent to look for us for at least another two hours as you are the only elf fanatical enough to be awake at this horrid hour.”
Bending to place a sweet kiss on Glorfindels mouth Erestor smiled a knowing, wicked little smile and pulled a key from the pocket of his robe. His smile widening into a grin at Glorfindels flabbergasted expression he turned towards the archway leading towards the locked cellar door. “Really Glorfindel, as much as I would fancy remaining in your arms to pass the morning I unfortunately have duties to that cannot be neglected. I shall see you at council later this afternoon. Oh, and Glorfindel,” pausing he turned around, a Cheshire smile dancing on his face, “please remember to close the door behind you.” And with that he was gone, a gaping Balrog slayer staring after him in disbelief.
~Late that night… ~
Glorfindel slipped stealthily through the shadowy corridor with one intent in mind. He had encountered Erestor several times through out the day, and each time the advisor had brushed him off, saying they would talk later, but later had never come. So now he was making his way to Erestors rooms with the intent of both talking to the wily advisor, /no key indeed!/ and also having his wicked way with that delightful body that could not be exorcise from his mind. Reaching the door that led into Erestors room he paused to gather his thoughts and slow his breathing. Judging that he was ready for the upcoming confrontation he carefully turned the handle and found the door locked. With an evil smile he pulled a small, slender knife from his sleeve and knelt so he was eye level with the lock, he was not going to let a locked door stand in his way. After a few moments there was a soft click and Glorfindel stood, pushing the door open enough so he could slip through. Really, if you can unlock one door, you can unlock them all. With that thought in mind and a feral smile on his face he stalked silently towards the bed and the sleeping form beneath the covers.
THE END!!
Author: Krit
Email: kritblack1@yahoo.ca
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel (Yes I am addicted, but then who isn’t)
Warnings: Slash, AU, PG-13 with very light hints of NC-17 (nothing graphic)
Disclaimer: Well, obviously they belong to Tolkien/ Tolkiens Estate as I am not original enough for my own characters (else I would be writing/publishing novels by now) so I use those belonging to other people. Don’t own, don’t profit and don’t have permission to play with – but I’m a rebel and can’t control myself.
Notes: All mistakes are mine and mine alone; I cling to them devotedly because for some reason I get a kick out of re-reading my work and laughing at my own stupidity *shrugs*.
Summary: One room, two elves and a locked door.
Notes: This is a snippet/one shot (using the age old cellar idea… gah, I am so un-creative). Posted with kind permission from and dedicated to Beckyboo, because I was inspired after readying her story ‘Unexpectedly’ (1st part) and I was badly bitten by a rabid muse and simply had to write this. All mistakes are mine and mine alone; I cling to them devotedly because for some reason I get a kick out of re-reading my work and laughing at my own stupidity *shrugs*.
Locked Doors
//This is absolutely ridiculous// was the thought that was currently bounding through Glorfindels mind as he kneeled in front of the large cellar door and tediously struggled to jimmy the lock that stood guard with an extremely thin knife. The lock, current bane of Glorfindels existence, ensured the safe keeping of Lord Elronds prized wine collection, but was presently preventing the Imladris Lord from indulging in said collection and since Erestor, the only elf with a key to the door, could not be found, Glorfindel had been ordered to find a way into the cellar and pilfer the desired beverage… or else. Knowing the ‘or else’ would entail a fit that would make the fall of Gondolin look pretty Glorfindel had dutifully gone down to the cellar and set about breaking in. Hearing the lock click softly he sighed in relief and, setting the small knife on the ledge to his right, pushed the heavy wooden door open, wondering, not for the first time, where Erestor and the blasted key had disappeared to. Normally the acerbic advisor was constantly underfoot, and only when you needed him was he no where to be found.
Pushing all thoughts of Erestor from his mind Glorfindel began to walk the aisles of wine, rum and other brews, looking for the name of the one wine Elrond so desperately wanted; ‘Orris Berry Cup’. So involved in his search, muttering “Orris ?xmmespmespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Berry” repeatedly under his breath he failed to hear the soft pad of feet as they entered the cellar and approached from behind.
“What, in the name of Varda, do you think you are doing in here Glorfindel?”
With a yelp Glorfindel whipped around to face the infuriated form of Erestor feeling his face flush in guilt even though he had done nothing wrong and replied with cool dignity. “I am merely collecting a bottle of wine for Elrond, at his request I might add, so if you would kindly show me where the ‘Orris Berry Cup’ is located I will be on my way.”
“That will not be necessary Lord Glorfindel, I have just finished speaking with Lord Elrond, to inquire as to whether if he needed anything before I retired for the evening, and he informed me of his wine craving so I simply acquired him a bottle from the kitchen stock.” Pausing he gave Glorfindel a look that implied he thought the blonde to have no more intelligence than a slug for not thinking to check the kitchen before continuing in his patronizing tone. “There was no need to burglarize the cellar.”
Glorfindel wasn’t sure what was worse, the formality of Erestors words, his superior attitude or the fact that he had spent the last twenty minutes fighting with a locked door for no reason what so ever. With his dignity firmly in place Glorfindel nodded, allowing a touch of haughtiness to enter his own tone. “Of course councilor, how remiss of me not to have realized that. If you will excuse me I will be retiring for the evening myself. Goodnight.” With that smooth dismissal Glorfindel swept past the black haired advisor and made directly for the door only to be brought up short when the blasted piece of wood refused to budge. He tried again just to make sure before bowing his head in defeat, forehead resting against the ancient oak. So much for his superb exit, now he had to wait for Erestor to catch up with him and unlock the blasted door. Turning he watched as Erestor languidly approached, his black robes dragging lightly on the floor behind him and cursed his misfortune.
“Something you needed Glorfindel?”
“Just the key, the door is locked.”
“Locked? Are you sure?” The widening of black-brown eyes and small worried frown that creased Erestors brow gave Glorfindel pause.
“I am positive Erestor, the door will not budge.”
“Hrmph. Well then I’m afraid that you will simply have to pick the lock again as I do not have the means to open it.”
“You don’t have the key?”
“That is what I just said, is it not?”
“Oh! Hmmm… so, you do not have the key?”
“Do you have a hearing impediment Glorfindel?”
“Oh no, no not at all… it’s just… I left the lock pick outside the door.”
This earned him a dark look before Erestor stalked up to him and, not bothering to move the blonde aside, reached around Glorfindel and tried the door for himself. Nothing happened, the door was indeed locked and it looked like they were be trapped in the cellar, together.
Sighing Erestor gave Glorfindel another glare, ignoring the dazed look that was directed back at him and turned to walk back into the main room of the cellar, a not so reassuring “Do not worry, Elrond will eventually come looking for me, I am essential to the running of Imladris.” floated back to the unmoving blonde.
Glorfindel remained by the door, his back pressed against the solid wood and watch as Erestor retreated, not daring to move from the safety of the exit point, no matter that the door was locked, it still presented him with a small sense of security. He must be delusional because he could have sworn that, as Erestor had reached around him to try the door his other hand had slipped around his waist and tweaked his left butt cheek. He stood there for several minutes and debated as to whether or not he really wanted to venture after the younger elf. Finally deciding that Erestor certainly couldn’t do anything overly outrageous while trapped in the cellar he moved towards the large room, stopping short when he caught site of his companion. Erestor was lounging on the floor, but what caused Glorfindel to hesitate was the fact that Erestor was naked from the waist up.
“Where is you’re robe?”
“I am sitting on it, this floor is filthy.” The ‘intelligence-of-a-slug’ look was once again directed at him and Glorfindel flushed, suddenly feeling incredibly stupid.
“Join me.” Shifting sideways Erestor made room on the black fabric for the blonde. Sitting himself beside the slender form Glorfindel looked everywhere but at the exposed chest and soft creamy skin.
“Shall we have a drink?” A single lifted eyebrow was the response to Glorfindels proposition and he quickly defended his suggestion. “It’s not like there is anything else to do while we wait to be rescued.”
‘Oh I beg to differ, Captain”. Erestors voice had dropped to a husky purr and the sound alone made Glorfindels heart race. When he stared into inky black eyes and saw the tidal wave of passion hiding in their depths his own passion flared and instead of moving away from the intoxicating presence he leaned forward to meet the advisor halfway as Erestor moved to kiss him.
~ Early the next morning ~
Glorfindel frowned as Erestor stirred in his arms and stood up to re-cover his naked form with clothing. Nudging Glorfindel he forced the blonde to move over so he could pick up his dirty robe, grimacing at the dirt and unmentionable stains that graced the black fabric; having been used as a bed for the previous night’s activities had not left it unscathed. Never the less he pulled it on; he only had to wear it as far as his rooms in any case, and gazed down at the glowering naked form of his lover.
“Just where do you think you’re off to? No one will be sent to look for us for at least another two hours as you are the only elf fanatical enough to be awake at this horrid hour.”
Bending to place a sweet kiss on Glorfindels mouth Erestor smiled a knowing, wicked little smile and pulled a key from the pocket of his robe. His smile widening into a grin at Glorfindels flabbergasted expression he turned towards the archway leading towards the locked cellar door. “Really Glorfindel, as much as I would fancy remaining in your arms to pass the morning I unfortunately have duties to that cannot be neglected. I shall see you at council later this afternoon. Oh, and Glorfindel,” pausing he turned around, a Cheshire smile dancing on his face, “please remember to close the door behind you.” And with that he was gone, a gaping Balrog slayer staring after him in disbelief.
~Late that night… ~
Glorfindel slipped stealthily through the shadowy corridor with one intent in mind. He had encountered Erestor several times through out the day, and each time the advisor had brushed him off, saying they would talk later, but later had never come. So now he was making his way to Erestors rooms with the intent of both talking to the wily advisor, /no key indeed!/ and also having his wicked way with that delightful body that could not be exorcise from his mind. Reaching the door that led into Erestors room he paused to gather his thoughts and slow his breathing. Judging that he was ready for the upcoming confrontation he carefully turned the handle and found the door locked. With an evil smile he pulled a small, slender knife from his sleeve and knelt so he was eye level with the lock, he was not going to let a locked door stand in his way. After a few moments there was a soft click and Glorfindel stood, pushing the door open enough so he could slip through. Really, if you can unlock one door, you can unlock them all. With that thought in mind and a feral smile on his face he stalked silently towards the bed and the sleeping form beneath the covers.
THE END!!