The Fire Dance

Title: The Fire Dance

Author: DarkDreamer

Contact: href="mailto:DarkDreamer@wi.rr.com">DarkDreamer@wi.rr.com

Rating: R

Pairings: Glorfindel/Erestor, Thranduil/Elrond...Many others

Disclaimer: I do not own any elves, I make no money off this

Warnings: AU, Slash, Mpreg, Het

Summery: Trust is not always easy
to earn.



 The Fire Dance



Ch1...



Elrond swiftly entered Erestors study, snatched the quill from his
hand, then whipped it across the room...sinking it into the
portrait of
Gil-Galad...landing it right between the great kings eyes.



"Elrond!".



The elven lord rounded the desk, grabbed Erestor by the back of the
neck
and yanked him to standing "You are going and that is final! Do not
even
Think of hiding in here...I will escort you there myself if I have to!".



Erestor winced as he was walked down the hall "My lord daro...you are
hurting me".



Once they reached his chamber, Erestor twisted free "I think I am
perfectly capable of getting ready on my own".



Elrond lowered his head and sighed "I apologize old friend, Im a tad
stressed with the all the preparations".



Erestor rolled his eyes "Well I did offer to help, tis my job you know".



The elven lord smiled and nodded "I know, but I wanted to do this
myself, for Glorfindel".



The dark advisor sighed and opened his door "I will get ready, and
nai...I will be there, I swear".



Elrond turned, then stopped and looked over his shoulder "Be there
Erestor, he is your friend as well. It would mean allot to him that you
braved a gathering in his honor".



Erestor sighed and shook his head "It is the five year anniversary of
his return to us and you are having a Gondolien Fire Dance, I doubt
very much that my presence will be all that important, all his warriors
will be there and...and you know how I am with crowds".



Elrond smiled sympathetically "I will see you soon".



~*~*~



A few hours later, Elrond arrived at the clearing and furrowed his
brow.
Glorfindel was arranging some stones into a circle, then removed his
tunic, underlay, boots and leggings...remaining only in his loincloth,
then stepped within the circle.



Elrond slowly approached and tilted his head "Aye old friend, what is
this?".



Glorfindel quickly spun and held up his hands "Ah! Nay Elrond do not
enter!".



The elven lord took a step back and the seneschal sighed "It is a
bonding circle, whoever steps inside and the Valar approve, we shall be
bound".



Elrond quickly looked down to verify he had not breached the stones and
Glorfindel chuckled "Oh worry not, there are two signs that signify the
bonding was accepted".



The elven lord arched his brow and smiled "And they are?".



The seneschal looked around and moved closer "The bon fire will swell
frighteningly, and my bonded will brake the circle".



Glorfindel then shook his head "Though I doubt that anyone will bother
to
enter, since I have returned, no one has approached me in such a way,
and
when I approach them...I suddenly go from 'Glorfindel' to 'Lord
Glorfindel' and they act...I don't know...unworthy. I know that sounds
pretentious..."



Elrond held up his hand and nodded "Nay, it does not. I have seen what
you are speaking of. I have contemplated this many a night, and I have
worried over your lonelyness...for I Know you have been lonely these
past five years my friend".



Glorfindel sighed and rubbed his neck "Nai, I have been. I would love
to find a mate. Before I was returned, Mandos took me aside and warned
me about this. He said that others would look upon me as 'more then'
and I would suffer for it. He then told me that you would have a
celebration on the five mark of my return, and at that time, I was to
build a bonding circle and remain within until the one they had
foreseen for me entered".



Elrond arched his brow "They know who it is already?...eh, what am I
saying, of course they know".



The seneschal nodded and then smiled "You will need to announce this at
the start of the gathering. I will say this though, even though Mandos
himself told me this, I have my doubts. No one has shown interest
in me these past five years, why would a gathering change that".



Elrond shook his head and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder
"There will be elves attending from all the realms. Perhaps your mate
is not an Imladrien elf".



~*~*~



Erestor sighed as he rose from the bath, then gasped when he suddenly
heard drums
beating furiously, then stopping abruptly "Aye, that would be Elronds
que
for the welcoming speach...argh...I should be there already!".



Throwing on a robe, he ran out to his balcony and strained to hear,
but could not make out a word. Looking out, he noticed how everyone was
dressed casually, even Elrond was warring just a normal tunic and
leggings. The shy advisor watched for a few, then saw Glorfindel, clad
in nothing but his loincloth, dancing within a stone circle, his arms
passionately stretched out and waving about his head as though he were
beckoning Anar to join him in his merriment. His hips swayed and thrust
to the heavy drumming, his thighs flexing, his taut arse clenching with
his head thrown back and Erestor sighed as he thought 'Aye, he really
was from a more
primitive and passionate time'.



Erestor suddenly blinked, then furrowed his brow as he drew his hand to
his mouth. He then rolled his eyes and sighed as he wiped his bottom
lip "Wonderful, now Im a drooling fool".



The advisor swiftly dressed, stood before the long mirror and brushed
his hair. As he looked at his reflection, he sighed and shook his head
as he smoothed the underlay with his hands, then turned to leave his
chamber
and whimpered "I hate crowds" then hurried down the hall.



~*~*~



As the evening went on, Elrond watched as Glorfindel laughed, chatted
and danced...yet not one warrior or visiting elf even
tried to enter the circle, in fact, as they talked, they all stood a
good three steps back. Elrond looked around and then sighed when
he noticed a dark shadow leaning against a tree.



The elven lord waggled his finger, then inwardly chuckled as the shadow
slumped some and began to approach. Erestor shook his head as he walked
over "Nai my lord?"



Elrond smiled when he noticed that his advisor was dressed in only
leggings and an underlay, then snorted "Still only black ay? Well,
cheer up Erestor, be glad that I only requested your presence. I could
have had Elladan and Elrohir drag you out there to dance".



Erestor rolled his eyes "I doubt that, for right now, they are
doubling up on the very drunk prince of Mirkwood, Elladan had his hand
down the front of his leggings as Elrohir was kissing his neck the last
I looked".



Elrond shook his head "Wonderful, where is Thranduil?"



The advisor smiled "He has been getting steadily closer and closer to
Rumil, they were actually holding hands when I saw last".



Elronds eyes flew wide "Oh nay...wh...where is Haldir".



Erestor chuckled and pointed "The march warden has been chatting with
Lindir for over an hour. My lord, I came. May I leave now...saes?"



Elrond smiled and nodded "Very well, but at least go and let Glorfindel
know that you came".



The dark advisor looked over and cringed, the blond warrior was
laughing and chatting with about seventeen warriors and he couldn't
help
but notice that Glorfindel was panting and sweaty from dancing.



Erestor slowly made his way over. The warriors seemed to be gathered to
one side of the circle, so Erestor  approached from behind and
swallowed
hard as he looked at the perfect view of Glorfindels rock hard
backside, muscled thighs and broad back.



Taking a deep breath, the shy advisor gently spoke out "Glorfindel?"



The worriers continued to carry on loudly and Erestor realized he was
not going to be heard unless he got closer. Suddenly, everyone stilled
when the fire surged as though someone had thrown a few oil lamps into
it,
then quickly turned and looked at the great slayer with gaped mouths
and
wide eyes. Feeling a slender finger tap him on the shoulder blade,
Glorfindel swallowed hard when he heard a soft "Glorfindel?"



The seneschal slowly turned around and dropped his jaw "Bl...blessed
Valar...Er...Erestor?"



The shy advisor bit his lip...the sudden silence was deafening and for
some reason everyone was starring at him. Thinking he had obviously
done something wrong, he nervously stepped back, then proceeded to trip
on one of
the rocks and landed flat on his arse. As he scrambled to stand and
flee, his foot kicked one of the stones and everyone gasped when they
saw that the circle was now broken.



Elrond slowly walked up to the stunned Lord and smirked as Glorfindel
repeated over and over in shock "I am bound to Erestor...I am
bound...to Erestor?...Erestor...quiet little Erestor...I am not...not
bound to a warrior...I am bound to...to Erestor..."



Elrond stepped forward and shook the seneschal "Glorfindel, Erestor was
not here when I made the announcement. He has no idea what just
happened, he does not know that you two are now bound".



Glorfindel blinked, looked in the direction his new mate fled and one
of his warriors placed his hand on his shoulder "My lord Glorfindel, go
after him".



The golden warrior took a wobbly step forward, then took off full force
for the last Homely House.



TBC...................................





Translations:

Nai -------------------- Yes

Daro ------------------ Stop