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Questions and their answers.
Title: Questions and their answers.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Beta: Kei.
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Questions and thier answers.
Questions and their answers.
Such a contradiction. He was experiencing the most tantalizing of pleasure, yet, at the same time, was frustrated and in need.
Glorfindel had discovered a new place, just behind Erestor’s right ear, along the hairline of his dark mass that, when kissed just so, would cause the councillor to sigh very softly. Yet Erestor could not entirely enjoy this pleasure, for something was amiss. He wanted to speak, to talk to and get to know his lover.
Glorfindel would come to his rooms each night, or Erestor would give in to the need to be touched and travel to his, and they would make love until the early hours of the morning. But they would never speak, no matter how much Erestor would probe and bait. Glorfindel would listen, would show, Erestor supposed, that in some way he cared, yet there was never more than that.
“So, what were you like as a child?” was another random question that went unanswered, as Glorfindel silenced him with a kiss before continuing his trail down the lithe body. “Were you a rascal? I imagine that you were…”
Nothing.
“What was it like, growing up as a young Lord?”
Erestor sighed, but persisted.
“Tell me of your childhood friends.”
The warrior’s tongue circled his navel.
“Your parents?”
Glorfindel pulled loose the laces of Erestor’s leggings.
“Your favourite food?”
The leggings were shimmied down.
“Favourite colour?”
Pulled off and discarded upon the floor.
“When were you first kissed?”
Glorfindel began his trail of sweet kisses anew.
“Your favourite flower?”
Those lips followed along the line of Erestor’s ankle, up to his calf.
“I bet you were bawdy, a fan of wine, in your adolescence.”
The inside of his knee was graced with many a gentle kiss and even a soft lick.
“Your parents must have been so proud of you when you became Captain for the first time.”
The blond ran his hands along the outside of Erestor’s legs as his lips travelled up those soft and creamy thighs.
“What was it like to die?” Erestor asked in a softer tone, and noted how the kisses ceased for a moment, before continuing their trail.
“Are the halls of Mandos as cold as history tells?”
The kisses became quicker, more irritated.
“And being reborn?”
Glorfindel’s lips met the delicate line of thigh and groin.
“When did you first fall in love?”
Seeing that Glorfindel was apparently no longer listening, Erestor sighed and laid his head back, giving in to the silence and the bittersweet pleasure offered to him. Glorfindel looked up, and also sighed.
“I was a quiet child, believe it or not.” he began, and Erestor’s head lifted from the pillow to listen intently.
“I could be a rascal, I suppose.” A small smile touched his lips. “My mother always said so anyway.”
Erestor smiled.
“It could be…lonely at times, growing up as a young Lord in a large house. Though all the house staff were very kind to me, and they would talk to me often and allow me to help them when I had naught else to do.”
Erestor leaned up on one elbow, giving Glorfindel, who was now resting his head against the inside of his thigh, his full attention.
“I had one good friend as a child, my very best. His name was Ecthelion.”
“Of the Fountain?” Erestor asked quietly.
“Mm. My parents were…they were kind, and loving. I miss them still.” He said this quietly, then continued to indulge his beloved.
“My favourite food is cherries, my favourite colour is green. I was first kissed by a young girl called Thelsa when I was a few years shy of my majority.”
He looked up and swatted Erestor on the thigh when the councilor made a brief sound of amusement.
“My favourite flower is, and always will be, the golden flower. I hope one day to see her bloom again.”
Glorfindel closed his eyes as Erestor’s hand threaded through his hair.
“And I’ll have you know I was quite the young gentleman when younger,” he said, smiling as Erestor chuckled. “Save for when Ecthelion and I did indeed find our way into the wine cellars.” And he chuckled himself when Erestor laughed aloud.
“And yes, my parents were proud. I remember, my father had tears in his eyes when I received my sash and sword at the ceremony,” he said quietly. He looked up as Erestor sat up. The advisor looked down at him, stroking the blond hair of the head that lay in his lap.
“To die was…”
“You don’t have to.”
“To die was hell, Erestor. It hurt.”
“I am sorry, I should not have asked you that.”
“It’s alright. And Mandos, aye, it was cold, blessedly so. ‘Tis a place of healing, Erestor, a place to look upon your past life and make peace with it.”
“I had no idea,” Erestor whispered, looking down lovingly while continuing to stroke those golden locks.
“Being reborn was….frightening. But in a strange way…” His face took on a wistful expression. “In a strange way, it was also beautiful.” He looked up then into the warmest and most welcoming gaze he had ever known. So very, very loving. He sat up and faced Erestor.
“The first time I fell in love? Well, I was met at the gates, you will remember, by our Lord and Lady. I was greeted and honoured and, through all the hustle and bustle about me, I spotted one elf who was watching me with an air of intrigued amusement as I tried to keep up with all the elves who insisted upon shaking my hand.”
Erestor smiled, leaning back on one hand as he tilted his head to the side, listening.
“Ai, what a beauty. I felt at that moment… not lust, I did not hear fireworks, it was no great exaggeration. But what I did feel was ….utter justice.”
“Justice?” Erestor asked.
“Aye, I...I didn’t want to come back. Do not tell anyone, but I didn’t. I was at peace and, I had thought, closer to being reunited with my loved ones, but instead I was sent back here, to a place full of turmoil, the birthplace of my nightmares. But then I saw you, Erestor. And all of a sudden, I did not mind. Found it fair, even. That is the first time I fell in love.”
Erestor sat there, overwhelmed, his throat constricted. He had had no idea. No idea at all.
“I hope that satisfies you…?”
“No more talking, no more talking,” Erestor whispered shakily, pulling him forwards and kissing him deeply and with such need. They lay back down and, at the same time, laid all questions and doubts to rest.
No more talking, it was not needed. No more talking.
The End.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Beta: Kei.
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Questions and thier answers.
Questions and their answers.
Such a contradiction. He was experiencing the most tantalizing of pleasure, yet, at the same time, was frustrated and in need.
Glorfindel had discovered a new place, just behind Erestor’s right ear, along the hairline of his dark mass that, when kissed just so, would cause the councillor to sigh very softly. Yet Erestor could not entirely enjoy this pleasure, for something was amiss. He wanted to speak, to talk to and get to know his lover.
Glorfindel would come to his rooms each night, or Erestor would give in to the need to be touched and travel to his, and they would make love until the early hours of the morning. But they would never speak, no matter how much Erestor would probe and bait. Glorfindel would listen, would show, Erestor supposed, that in some way he cared, yet there was never more than that.
“So, what were you like as a child?” was another random question that went unanswered, as Glorfindel silenced him with a kiss before continuing his trail down the lithe body. “Were you a rascal? I imagine that you were…”
Nothing.
“What was it like, growing up as a young Lord?”
Erestor sighed, but persisted.
“Tell me of your childhood friends.”
The warrior’s tongue circled his navel.
“Your parents?”
Glorfindel pulled loose the laces of Erestor’s leggings.
“Your favourite food?”
The leggings were shimmied down.
“Favourite colour?”
Pulled off and discarded upon the floor.
“When were you first kissed?”
Glorfindel began his trail of sweet kisses anew.
“Your favourite flower?”
Those lips followed along the line of Erestor’s ankle, up to his calf.
“I bet you were bawdy, a fan of wine, in your adolescence.”
The inside of his knee was graced with many a gentle kiss and even a soft lick.
“Your parents must have been so proud of you when you became Captain for the first time.”
The blond ran his hands along the outside of Erestor’s legs as his lips travelled up those soft and creamy thighs.
“What was it like to die?” Erestor asked in a softer tone, and noted how the kisses ceased for a moment, before continuing their trail.
“Are the halls of Mandos as cold as history tells?”
The kisses became quicker, more irritated.
“And being reborn?”
Glorfindel’s lips met the delicate line of thigh and groin.
“When did you first fall in love?”
Seeing that Glorfindel was apparently no longer listening, Erestor sighed and laid his head back, giving in to the silence and the bittersweet pleasure offered to him. Glorfindel looked up, and also sighed.
“I was a quiet child, believe it or not.” he began, and Erestor’s head lifted from the pillow to listen intently.
“I could be a rascal, I suppose.” A small smile touched his lips. “My mother always said so anyway.”
Erestor smiled.
“It could be…lonely at times, growing up as a young Lord in a large house. Though all the house staff were very kind to me, and they would talk to me often and allow me to help them when I had naught else to do.”
Erestor leaned up on one elbow, giving Glorfindel, who was now resting his head against the inside of his thigh, his full attention.
“I had one good friend as a child, my very best. His name was Ecthelion.”
“Of the Fountain?” Erestor asked quietly.
“Mm. My parents were…they were kind, and loving. I miss them still.” He said this quietly, then continued to indulge his beloved.
“My favourite food is cherries, my favourite colour is green. I was first kissed by a young girl called Thelsa when I was a few years shy of my majority.”
He looked up and swatted Erestor on the thigh when the councilor made a brief sound of amusement.
“My favourite flower is, and always will be, the golden flower. I hope one day to see her bloom again.”
Glorfindel closed his eyes as Erestor’s hand threaded through his hair.
“And I’ll have you know I was quite the young gentleman when younger,” he said, smiling as Erestor chuckled. “Save for when Ecthelion and I did indeed find our way into the wine cellars.” And he chuckled himself when Erestor laughed aloud.
“And yes, my parents were proud. I remember, my father had tears in his eyes when I received my sash and sword at the ceremony,” he said quietly. He looked up as Erestor sat up. The advisor looked down at him, stroking the blond hair of the head that lay in his lap.
“To die was…”
“You don’t have to.”
“To die was hell, Erestor. It hurt.”
“I am sorry, I should not have asked you that.”
“It’s alright. And Mandos, aye, it was cold, blessedly so. ‘Tis a place of healing, Erestor, a place to look upon your past life and make peace with it.”
“I had no idea,” Erestor whispered, looking down lovingly while continuing to stroke those golden locks.
“Being reborn was….frightening. But in a strange way…” His face took on a wistful expression. “In a strange way, it was also beautiful.” He looked up then into the warmest and most welcoming gaze he had ever known. So very, very loving. He sat up and faced Erestor.
“The first time I fell in love? Well, I was met at the gates, you will remember, by our Lord and Lady. I was greeted and honoured and, through all the hustle and bustle about me, I spotted one elf who was watching me with an air of intrigued amusement as I tried to keep up with all the elves who insisted upon shaking my hand.”
Erestor smiled, leaning back on one hand as he tilted his head to the side, listening.
“Ai, what a beauty. I felt at that moment… not lust, I did not hear fireworks, it was no great exaggeration. But what I did feel was ….utter justice.”
“Justice?” Erestor asked.
“Aye, I...I didn’t want to come back. Do not tell anyone, but I didn’t. I was at peace and, I had thought, closer to being reunited with my loved ones, but instead I was sent back here, to a place full of turmoil, the birthplace of my nightmares. But then I saw you, Erestor. And all of a sudden, I did not mind. Found it fair, even. That is the first time I fell in love.”
Erestor sat there, overwhelmed, his throat constricted. He had had no idea. No idea at all.
“I hope that satisfies you…?”
“No more talking, no more talking,” Erestor whispered shakily, pulling him forwards and kissing him deeply and with such need. They lay back down and, at the same time, laid all questions and doubts to rest.
No more talking, it was not needed. No more talking.
The End.