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Adult +
Chapters:
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8
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Yellow Lilies
Title: Yellow lilies.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Beta: Kei.
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor.
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: One elf’s musings beneath a summer sky with his intended.
Notes: This tiny ficlet follows ‘Questions and their answers’ it is not a sequel, but just perhaps another way in which it could have been written. Also, inspired by the piano piece ‘Genius and the thieves’ by Eluvium. Written to make you smile.
Yellow lilies.
Glorfindel paused in his stride and, with a thoughtful smile, took a moment to simply look upon the one he had declared would one day be his. Erestor, ever formal Erestor, was laying upon the fresh grass, looking up at the blue sky, a small smile upon his lips. He lay with knees bent, and with one hand resting behind his head and the other lazily running over the springy green grass beside him. It was rare to see Erestor so, and, of course, he needed to be a part of it.
Erestor let out an “oomph” as, apparently out of nowhere, a head came to rest upon his stomach, joining him in his mid afternoon cloud gazing. He groaned when he realised exactly who it was who had dared to do such a thing.
“’Tis a beautiful day, is it not, beloved?” asked Glorfindel, comfortable in his chosen spot.
“Glorfindel…” Erestor sighed in annoyance.
“We shall do such things when we are wed, I have decided.”
“Oh, not this again,” Erestor said, rubbing his temples.
“I can just see it. We will still be captain and chief advisor, but we will have our own home,” Glorfindel said with a nod, ignoring the groan from above. “We will spend sunny days together just like this, in our own garden.”
“Truly, Glorfindel, you have lost what little sense you had.”
“It will be a large garden,” Glorfindel continued. “There will be trees, so that when it is really warm we can sit as we are now, using their grand branches for shade.”
“Honestly, why do you persist?” Erestor asked.
“There will have to be a field behind our home, of course, for Asfaloth, so that he may stretch his legs when he wishes. And I will build his stable.”
“He is mad. Mad, mad, mad….” Erestor spoke to the clouds.
“In fact, I will build our entire home. Oh, you will love it, Erestor.”
“Mad, mad, mad, mad…”
“And when I come home from a hard day at the training fields, you will rush to greet me, peel away my tunic, and rub my sore shoulders…”
“Nay, he is not mad, he is insane!”
“….I will make our evening meals. With candles and all.”
“What did I do to deserve this? Honestly?!”
“Oh, and we will take to our garden afterwards and dance a slow dance beneath the stars.”
“You see the deluded fool I am accosted by?!” the advisor pleaded to the summer sky.
“It will be so romantic, Erestor. I will take such good care of you, and you of me.”
“Why do you never listen, Glorfindel?!”
“Oh, you will miss me when I leave for patrol, but I will leave small gifts and notes for you to find, and you will love me so for it,” Glorfindel mused as he adjusted the position of his head upon Erestor’s stomach, a blissful smile on his face.
“Glorfindel, we are not a couple!”
“I will build a small fence around our garden, and paint it your favourite colour….”
“We have never been a couple…”
“You will lie bare-chested in the sun and watch me plant dozens of flower beds, all for you…”
“We never will be a couple….”
“Now, red roses or yellow lilies?”
“Insufferable! You are insufferable!” Erestor flung his hands in the air, outstretched beseechingly to any gods that might be listening.
Glorfindel sighed almost sadly as a recurring shiver of doubt crept along his spine at Erestor’s show of….considerately less enthusiasm. “I wonder how much longer you will make me wait?” he asked in a quieter tone, though sounding as adamant and in love as ever. “You need only say yes once, just to one of my proposals. You don’t even have to say you love me too, you just have to say yes. Just once. Please?” Glorfindel asked as he looked up at Erestor who had fallen quiet.
Erestor sighed and slowly stood, being careful not to let Glorfindel’s blond head fall to the ground. “I am going to lunch.”
“Very well, beloved. I, I think I will stay here a moment longer. You have probably had your fill of me for today,” he said with a small and not completely convincing laugh. “Though, you will save me a seat beside you?”
Erestor did not answer, and Glorfindel nodded sadly, trying to smile once again as he looked up at the sky.
A short silence ensued thereafter, until Glorfindel unexpectedly heard Erestor call his name from a short distance, causing him to tilt his head to the side to listen.
“Glorfindel!”
He leaned up on one hand, “Yes, Erestor?”
Erestor smiled at this elf, this one who, for some reason, was marvellous and wanted him so very much. He cupped the side of his mouth with his hand, so that his words would travel true to the elf lying upon the fresh grass. “You will plant yellow lilies in our garden. I want yellow lilies!”
Such a smile.
“Yes dear, yellow lilies.”
The End.
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Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Beta: Kei.
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor.
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: One elf’s musings beneath a summer sky with his intended.
Notes: This tiny ficlet follows ‘Questions and their answers’ it is not a sequel, but just perhaps another way in which it could have been written. Also, inspired by the piano piece ‘Genius and the thieves’ by Eluvium. Written to make you smile.
Yellow lilies.
Glorfindel paused in his stride and, with a thoughtful smile, took a moment to simply look upon the one he had declared would one day be his. Erestor, ever formal Erestor, was laying upon the fresh grass, looking up at the blue sky, a small smile upon his lips. He lay with knees bent, and with one hand resting behind his head and the other lazily running over the springy green grass beside him. It was rare to see Erestor so, and, of course, he needed to be a part of it.
Erestor let out an “oomph” as, apparently out of nowhere, a head came to rest upon his stomach, joining him in his mid afternoon cloud gazing. He groaned when he realised exactly who it was who had dared to do such a thing.
“’Tis a beautiful day, is it not, beloved?” asked Glorfindel, comfortable in his chosen spot.
“Glorfindel…” Erestor sighed in annoyance.
“We shall do such things when we are wed, I have decided.”
“Oh, not this again,” Erestor said, rubbing his temples.
“I can just see it. We will still be captain and chief advisor, but we will have our own home,” Glorfindel said with a nod, ignoring the groan from above. “We will spend sunny days together just like this, in our own garden.”
“Truly, Glorfindel, you have lost what little sense you had.”
“It will be a large garden,” Glorfindel continued. “There will be trees, so that when it is really warm we can sit as we are now, using their grand branches for shade.”
“Honestly, why do you persist?” Erestor asked.
“There will have to be a field behind our home, of course, for Asfaloth, so that he may stretch his legs when he wishes. And I will build his stable.”
“He is mad. Mad, mad, mad….” Erestor spoke to the clouds.
“In fact, I will build our entire home. Oh, you will love it, Erestor.”
“Mad, mad, mad, mad…”
“And when I come home from a hard day at the training fields, you will rush to greet me, peel away my tunic, and rub my sore shoulders…”
“Nay, he is not mad, he is insane!”
“….I will make our evening meals. With candles and all.”
“What did I do to deserve this? Honestly?!”
“Oh, and we will take to our garden afterwards and dance a slow dance beneath the stars.”
“You see the deluded fool I am accosted by?!” the advisor pleaded to the summer sky.
“It will be so romantic, Erestor. I will take such good care of you, and you of me.”
“Why do you never listen, Glorfindel?!”
“Oh, you will miss me when I leave for patrol, but I will leave small gifts and notes for you to find, and you will love me so for it,” Glorfindel mused as he adjusted the position of his head upon Erestor’s stomach, a blissful smile on his face.
“Glorfindel, we are not a couple!”
“I will build a small fence around our garden, and paint it your favourite colour….”
“We have never been a couple…”
“You will lie bare-chested in the sun and watch me plant dozens of flower beds, all for you…”
“We never will be a couple….”
“Now, red roses or yellow lilies?”
“Insufferable! You are insufferable!” Erestor flung his hands in the air, outstretched beseechingly to any gods that might be listening.
Glorfindel sighed almost sadly as a recurring shiver of doubt crept along his spine at Erestor’s show of….considerately less enthusiasm. “I wonder how much longer you will make me wait?” he asked in a quieter tone, though sounding as adamant and in love as ever. “You need only say yes once, just to one of my proposals. You don’t even have to say you love me too, you just have to say yes. Just once. Please?” Glorfindel asked as he looked up at Erestor who had fallen quiet.
Erestor sighed and slowly stood, being careful not to let Glorfindel’s blond head fall to the ground. “I am going to lunch.”
“Very well, beloved. I, I think I will stay here a moment longer. You have probably had your fill of me for today,” he said with a small and not completely convincing laugh. “Though, you will save me a seat beside you?”
Erestor did not answer, and Glorfindel nodded sadly, trying to smile once again as he looked up at the sky.
A short silence ensued thereafter, until Glorfindel unexpectedly heard Erestor call his name from a short distance, causing him to tilt his head to the side to listen.
“Glorfindel!”
He leaned up on one hand, “Yes, Erestor?”
Erestor smiled at this elf, this one who, for some reason, was marvellous and wanted him so very much. He cupped the side of his mouth with his hand, so that his words would travel true to the elf lying upon the fresh grass. “You will plant yellow lilies in our garden. I want yellow lilies!”
Such a smile.
“Yes dear, yellow lilies.”
The End.
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