The Majority Ball

Title: The Majority Ball.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel.
Rating: Mild R?
Notes: Un-beta’d, AU, Sash, romantic mush.
Disclaimer: I won nothing.
Summary: Erestor gives Glorfindel something he missed out on many years ago.

Side note: Dedicated to Chloe. Smile, and we‘ll smile with you.


The majority ball.
For Chloe.

Glorfindel sat with a distant and almost sad smile upon his lips as he watched the young Elladan and Elrohir happily discuss the much anticipated ball they would be attending that eve. A ball all looked forward to in their youth.

“It’s adorable isn’t it?” Erestor whispered into Glorfindel’s ear.

Glorfindel started; having been lost in though as he watched the youngsters before him, he had not heard his beloved come up behind him. He smiled as Erestor lifted his arm and wrapped it around his own shoulder; entwining their fingers. And sighed as the advisor rested his head beneath his chin, happily, he let his cheek rest against the councilor’s dark head of hair.

“Aye, it is” he sighed.

“You know, I remember my majority ball. All the males stood on one side of the hall, and all the females on the other…” he chuckled, “…Ai what precious memories.”

“Hmm,” the warrior replied.

“Tell me of your majority ball, I could just envision you all dressed up, and nervously asking a she elf to dance with you. Ai, how cute you must have been!” He laughed.

“I never went to my mine.” Glorfindel said after a heavy sigh.

“What?” Erestor replied quietly; a hint of disbelief in his voice as he lifted his head from his beloveds shoulder.

“I never went.” Glorfindel replied with a shrug.

“But, but it is a right of passage, everyone goes to their majority ball, even one as antisocial as I.”

“My father, did not agree. He thought it a waste of time for a young lord.”

“I am sorry to hear that, ‘tis a shame.”

Glorfindel smiled when seeing the genuine sadness and sympathy in his lovers features. He leaned forwards and brushed their lips together.

“I got over it long ago sweetness, and grew up all the same.”

“Hmm,” Erestor replied.

“Glorfindel!”

Both looked over to their Lord and friend, when hearing the beckoning call.

“Do I disturb anything?” Elrond asked; pausing in his stride when noticing what seemed to have been an intimate and quiet moment.

“Nay, what can I do for you my friend?”

“I was wondering if you could help me with a few decorations?”

“You, are hanging decorations?” Erestor asked with a raised brow.

“This year is special, my boys will be attending, and I want it to be just perfect,” he beamed.

Both Erestor and Glorfindel smiled back at the dedicated father, and stood, ready to offer their services.

“May I be of any help?” Erestor asked.

“Actually, ah, the only reason I asked Glorfindel is because I need his height.” Elrond shrugged. “Though…I would be grateful, if you would take these…” he looked at a selection of decorations he held with mild disgust, “…these, insufficient decorations away, whilst I bring out the good ones.”

“Elrond,” Glorfindel began in feigned disgust and rebuke, “have you been holding back the best trimmings all these years?”

“Only the best for my boys,” the lord grinned back.

Both advisor and Captain laughed at the half elf’s show of underhandedness, that could only ever come from proud and loving father.

~**~**~

Glorfindel watched the on goings before him with a fond smile. Elrond had out done himself, the hall looked marvellous, and he grinned when seeing the great Lord smile proudly as his sons bowed and asked for the hands of young maidens in a dance. The twins made quite an impression, on all. He had no doubt that they would soon become quite the heart breakers.

“Lord Glorfindel?”

The warrior turned when hearing his name called. He faced now one of the house attendants, who wore a somewhat mischievous smirk upon his lips.

“Yes, what can I do for you?”

“Lord Erestor bade me give you a message.”

“Which is?”

“Meet him in the gardens, your favourite glad.”

Glorfindel raised a brow in question, to which the attendant simply shrugged; his knowing smile still firmly in place.

“Very well.”

Glorfindel had made his way to his favourite glade, which just happened to have the most precious stream running through it and many a beautiful bud blooming there. But mostly, he enjoyed the privacy it provided, needless to say, he had brought Erestor there many a time.

He stepped through the brush and froze when his eyes laid upon the scene before him. The glade was lit up with twinkling lights that hung in small decretive lanterns from the branches of the surrounding trees. It looked as if the very stars had fallen from the sky, to surround and frame the perfect picture before him.

The decorations, he noted, were the ones that Elrond had requested Erestor dispose of earlier that day….Erestor.

He turned to his left when hearing the clearing of a throat, and felt his own constrict at what he saw. Erestor stood there, looking not his usual beautiful self, but utterly, handsome. Dashing even. His hair was pulled back in a simple pony tail. He wore dark boot and black velvety looking leggings. Which was all set off by the billowing silk shirt, that was a crisp white and contrasted painfully to the eye. He truly looked like a prince, all that was missing was his noble steed.

“Erestor?” He asked as he slowly stepped forwards.

Yet the advisor turned dream, did not answer. All that could be heard was the quiet tinkling of the stream running near by as Erestor continued to advance on him. He watched with no small amount of surprise as Erestor came to a halt before him, and bowed. All before taking one of the blond’s hands in his own and bringing it to his lips.

“I am Erestor, never have I seen one as enchanting as you. May I beg to hear your name, and perhaps, a dance?”

He couldn’t help it, he knew it was out of character for him, but he blushed, and even went as far as to bite his lip as a sudden coyness took over him. What nonsense! He had walked around naked in front of this elf an uncountable amount of times, yet now….now he felt his cheeks burn, and his lips curve upwards helplessly.

Erestor seemed most satisfied with this, as he smirked and seemed to hold back the chuckle that bubbled in his throat. He raised his brow, waiting for an answer.

“Glorfindel, my name if Glorfindel.” He replied quietly after shaking his head, and continued to smile uncontrollably.

“Such a beautiful name suits you well. I beg thee, dance with me?”

Glorfindel simply nodded, and allowed Erestor to pull him to the centre of the glade. Through instinct he let his hand rest upon Erestor’s hip, though he was reminded who it was that was doing the romancing when Erestor gently removed it and placed it upon his shoulder. So that he could rest his own slender hands on the warrior’s waist.

Erestor laughed at the surprised look on the warrior’s fair face, when the minstrels that sat hidden amongst the branches of the trees began to sing a warm and reverberant melody.

Erestor watched, feeling blooming twilight in his chest, and the shimmer or stardust in his eyes, as Glorfindel looked for all the world, as an innocent and youngling just teetering on adulthood, as his eyes danced about the glade with bright and stunning blue awe.

“They move Erestor,” he whispered.

The lantern that could be seen between the trees both in the distance and close, indeed moved. Up and down, side to side, some swinging and some in a steady gait. In truth, they were carefully concealed elves walking and perched with lanterns and candles. But to Glorfindel’s wide-eyed and briefly precious returned innocence, it was magic.

Erestor leaned so that his lips brushed just against the blond’s ear.

“See how I move the stars for you? See how I make them dance and sing, just for you?”

“I see,” Glorfindel breathed in wonder.

“That is but the beginnings of what I would do for you,” he continued in a whisper, “do you see how the shimmer and seethe? Do you know why?”

“Why?” Was the barely audible reply, by now they had stopped their gentle swaying, and simply stood close in a warm and whole circle.

“Because you, downcast their loveliness. They fear and reach for your blinding radiance. You are their predecessor, and you will shine on, long after they have burnt out. On earth, in heaven, in my heart.”

“Oh Erestor,” he breathed as he lent his temple against his lovers, closing his eyes and breathing in the moment; committing its every taste and sound, scent and feel, to his memory for all the remaining days of the world that he had at once fallen in love with.

They had not noticed, but the gentle voices from above them had ceased their gentle serenity. Those gifted voices, were now silenced as they looked on with tears in their eyes, as they witnessed a moment in its mot pure, most perfect. They watched as a tear fell from the Golden Lord’s eye, just as he rested his head on the silk clad shoulder of his love. In a silent, unspoken and unlooked for agreement, they left, as did the ones holding the flickering lights amongst the trees. Now two elves remained, in a single embrace, pure and true. So that again, only the charming tinkling chime of the stream could be heard, and only the light from the immortal and forever young children, glimmered through the trees.

“Let me walk you to your rooms, Glorfindel.”

Glorfindel lifted his head from his beloveds shoulder, and laughed around the wetness of his eyes. Erestor was following through with this farce, much to his delight. He sighed as Erestor took his hand and lead him through the trees; amazed, that after all these years, he had finally attended his majority ball. There was no room for question, it had been well worth the wait.

When coming to their rooms Glorfindel raised a brow as Erestor did not cross the threshold. And he resisted the urge to cover his mouth with his hand to hide his delighted smile as Erestor lifted his free hand and brought it to his lips like a true gentleman.

“Glorfindel, I this night will live on in my dreams, for the rest of my days.”

“As will it mine,” he whispered in a suddenly strained voice. At that moment, the world was wonderful.

He blinked slowly with a touch of a smile as Erestor stood closer, so that they were nearly nose to nose.

“If it were still mine, I would give my heart to touch those lips with mine own.”

“Mayhap the holder of such brilliance will allow you this one discretion.” Glorfindel grinned back.

Erestor hummed as a wide smile graced his features.

“perhaps I will,” he murmured before touching their lips together in a gentle but no small kiss, that would of brought Glorfindel to his knees, had he not been leaning upon his door.

When they pulled apart Glorfindel had a glimpse at the utterly devious grin Erestor sported before he leanes to brush his lips once again, against the warrior’s ear in a hushed whisper.

“This is where you invite me in for a night of unsolicited deflowering.”

Glorfindel snorted and leaned his brow against Erestor’s shoulder, giggling for all he was worth. But of course, he stepped back, and allowed Erestor into the rooms they had shared for many a year.

That night, Erestor had taken Glorfindel. It was not a frequent reverse of roles between them, but that night it had been needed and perfect. Glorfindel had gasped and shuddered, sighed and moaned, cried and begged. That night Erestor had owned and loved him. When they lay spent afterwards, they ignored the glorious rays of the moon that spilled into their chamber, and the twinkling and serene stars above that watched them. That night, they saw only each other.

Entwined they lay, either murmuring softly, kissing sweetly, or simply looking at one another. Grinning as they knew that one looking back at them, loved them with more enthuse and bounty that could be dug up from any deep core or reached from any high peek.

“You know…” Glorfindel began in a soft voice as he lay leaning up on one elbow, mirroring Erestor‘s relaxed and reclined position as he rest his head in the palm of his hand and toyed with Erestor’s fingers with his other free digits. “I do believe I have been waiting for my majority ball all these years.”

“A coincidence, for I do believe that I have been waiting for you all of mine.”

The sweet sentiment earned him a deep and abiding kiss, they snuggled down into the soft sheets, and each others arms, and there and thereafter, outshone the jealous stars and envious moon.

The End.