Run with the wild horses.

Titlel: Run with the wild horses.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Beta: Kei
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor.
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Glorfindel wishes to run free, and two unlikely companions join him.
Notes: Inspired by a song called ‘Wild horses’ by Natasha Bedingfield. Some select lyrics used.


Run with the wild horses.


He stood mesmerized.

Silent and observing.

In awe and, in a strange way, deeply moved

There was Erestor, playing. There was no other word for it. Stern and untouchable, a cold and composed beauty, unmovable, smooth and pristine Erestor. Playing.

He’d never seen him this way before. His hair coming loose from its braids, his mouth curved in a wide smile as he ran back and forth. He wore naught but a loose, billowing shirt and dark leggings. He was bare of foot and had his arms flailed out as if to catch the wild beast that tarried and played with him.

‘Twas a part of the forest he had thought no others sough out and so was one he travelled to frequently. He was a solitary elf, so much that this description, which he at times cast over Erestor, seemed unfair. In fact he would admit that, to his shame, he was terribly miserable. He did not want to be that way, he did not want people to see him like that. But there were times where he could not bring himself to smile, or even pull himself from the safety of his thick quilt and soft pillows. He had his own reasons and, unfortunately, they were reasons of which all were aware. It was a claustrophobia of sorts; he wished to run and laugh in greener pastures, with a clean slate be free in a wide open space, to recklessly abandon himself and this damned solitude he had fenced himself into. But it was simply not so.

There was an open glade, a field surrounded by trees, large and green, tall and protective, in their natural state. The sky had never seemed more open. Though it was a cloudy night, just over this glade the sky was pitch and the stars luminous, lighting only the field and the two who played in it.

Erestor’s companion was a mighty steed, a stallion. White and grand, tall and proud, though youthful in his spirit, and oh so very playful. They danced around each other, this wild horse and Erestor, an untapped wild spirit. It was a game; at first it seemed they raced each other, and then it seemed as if they chased one another. Erestor held his arms out as he managed to cut the horse off at the end of the glade then backed away, hopping lightly as the horse advanced upon him. His laughter rang clear through the glade, echoing and ringing beautifully in Glorfindel’s ears. He was flushed of face, his chest heaved and there was a light sheen of sweat upon his brow and slim neck.

And see here, this was a strange thing. Throughout all his ponderings of Erestor, all of his daytime dreams and foolish farfetched wishes, Erestor had been the grand beauty, to be taken in his arms, to be doted upon, worshiped and laid upon silken sheets. He would be the one with the soft curves and arching back, bent in the ecstasy that he would give him. But seeing him now, he wished to weep and for Erestor to come to him, pull him into his arms, so that he could be comforted by this one who could throw caution to the wind under the light of the stars. This one who, who could jump head first, head long into the night, this one who could run with the wild horses.

A loud neigh sounded through the clearing, and he smiled as the great steed reared onto his hind legs, kicking his front hooves into the air, while his head and mane were thrown form side to side. And it was then that he was noticed.

Strangely enough, it was the horse that saw him first. Glorfindel gasped as the steed set off at a gallop towards him, only slowing to a trot and stopping just before him. Then, the strangest and most amusing of all things happened; the horse teased him.

He frowned as this rude creature butted his chest continuously, and none too softly either, with his forehead. His attention was caught by laughter from the clearing and he looked over to see Erestor watching him curiously, chuckling at how offended he had become with the animal that now mused his hair and snuffled into his ear.

“Hey now, stop that!” he protested.

It laughed at him, he was sure of it. The horse stamped his left hoof and neighed charmingly. And if he had thought the horse was laughing at him, it was nothing compared to the guffaw that came from Erestor as the horse then swiped his long tongue along Glorfindel’s cheek, dampening his hair and pride.

“Argh!” He wiped the saliva from his face with the sleeve of his princely tunic. “I mean, did you have to?!”

“Isn’t he wonderful?” A slightly breathless question was spoken.

Erestor stood opposite him, and any semblance of courtesy and ability of speech fled from him. He was again grim, immobile and unsmiling and very much out of place, lost as to what to do.

“I was walking - I always take a walk at night. And I heard this one neighing and galloping through the trees. We have been at it for the best part of an hour now.”

“Is he your horse?” Glorfindel asked quietly, trying, trying so hard to simply talk to another.

“Nay, oh nay. He is clearly wild.”

“Of course,” Glorfindel said, trying not to roll his eyes at his own stupidity.

“I think he likes you,” Erestor said as the horse pulled at the fabric of Glorfindel’s tunic with his teeth and laughed as the warrior was once again graced with an almost dog like lick to the cheek. “He wants you to come and play.”

“Play?”

“Play with us, come.”

Before he knew it, he was being pulled along into the glade by Erestor, the steed excitedly leading them.

“Now what?” Glorfindel asked when they came to a standstill.

“We let him make the first move.”

The horse eyed them both, stamped his hooves, reared up on his back legs, neighed and then cantered back and forth before them. Challenging them, mocking them.

Erestor leaned over and spoke from the corner of his mouth, “You’re not going to let him talk to us like that, are you?” And Glorfindel actually smiled.

“Come on.” Erestor took his hand and pulled him along, countering the horse’s every move. The usually stoic advisor laughed as the steed neighed playfully and turned to run in the other direction.

They followed the steed and soon enough, without realising it, Glorfindel was laughing along at the absurdness of their play. At times the horse would turn and chase them, and Glorfindel had actually roared, roared with laughter as Erestor squealed in a most undignified way and fell upon the ground. He had helped him up, laughing in the exuberant way where one has no control over facial expressions and is short of breath.

They had come to a standstill again, them against the horse. The horse’s coat was developing a healthy sheen to it, and he snorted and tossed his head while they panted and wiped their brows, wide grins still upon their lips.

Glorfindel stood behind Erestor, grasping his shoulders as if to use the advisor as a body shield, something that had left Erestor in fits of laughter during their play. Upon feeling hands tugging at the front of his tunic that Glorfindel looked down to see Erestor’s hands blindly pulling at his clothes.

“Take this off...” he panted, without taking his eyes off of the horse before them. “You will be cooler.”

It was indeed a warm night, so Glorfindel found himself tugging at his outer tunic, to be left only in a loose, casual shirt, as was Erestor. He threw the tunic absently to one side, and they stood, panting and eyeing the most mischievous of creatures before them.

A pat to the side of the warrior’s thigh. “Boots, take them off,” Erestor said.

Quickly Glorfindel removed his boots, and his smile seemed to brighten as his bare feet came into contact with the damp grass. It was then, with breath short, feet bare, a smile upon his face, and in the company of this one other that he felt, in some small way, connected again for the first time to the earth, to this damn horse, and to this elf. Erestor. This elf, whom he would never have suspected of being so….alive, so….so capable of emitting such basic but joyous feelings within him again. He would have continued this trail of thought, had their steed and new friend not decided to charge once again.

Laughing just like young boys, they dashed.

“Left!” Glorfindel cried, and pulled Erestor to his side, allowing the steed to pass them and to win that time, but also throwing both off them off balance.

They fell to the ground with a thump, howling with laughter at their shameful lack of grace. Erestor lay in heap upon the warrior, tears streamed down both of their cheeks as they attempted to pull each other up. Boneless they were, as they attempted to stand, only to fall to the ground again as their feet tangled and slid upon the damp grass.

The horse trotted back and forth before them.

“Condescending donkey,” Glorfindel muttered amongst his chuckles, and Erestor, who had only just gotten to his feet, collapsed once more in a fit of hysterics.

“Up!” Glorfindel laughed as he hooked his arms beneath Erestor’s and pulled the chuckling advisor to his feet. “You cannot give in, we can’t let him make an ass of us!”

Erestor turned in his grasp, using the warrior’s arms and shoulders as an anchor to steady himself once more.

“You know,” he began through his laughter, “it‘s been a while since anyone has made me laugh so. Your company is a pleasure, Glorfindel.”

It hit him right at his centre. Erestor wouldn’t have known what those words could possibly mean to him. As much was obvious from the somewhat surprised look the advisor gave him when tears filled those grateful blue eyes.

“I am?” he managed to ask.

“Aye, you are rather charming, wonderful even,” Erestor said in a softer tone, swallowing when he saw how truly vulnerable the at times standoffish and moody Captain was.

“Thank you for saying that,” Glorfindel said with a small nod, clenching his jaw and blinking quickly against the sudden rush of emotion he felt.

Erestor frowned in sympathy and sudden affection and, without thinking, tilted his head up and impulsively pressed their lips together.

Glorfindel gasped quietly, but did not pull away. Their lips stayed closed. It was, on Erestor’s behalf, an urgent show of concern, support and even possession, but, most of all, affection. Yes, affection. Just as Glorfindel regained his senses and raised his hands to hold Erestor to him and began to move his lips in a real kiss, an almighty neigh sounded in the clearing. They grinned at each other upon realising how rude they had been. They pulled apart and, with equal and positively evil smirks, split up and slowly circled their new friend on opposite sides. The horse tossed his head and snorted with pleasure, and their game began anew.

The light of near dawn crept over the tree tops, they had finished their games some while ago and now lay upon the ground, watching the last of the stars veil themselves. Their friend stood beside them, giving only a brief, tired flick of his tail every now and then. They lay in silence, the cool grass beneath them having tempered their heated skin a while before.

Glorfindel licked his lips and nervously, without looking away from the multi-coloured sky above him, let his hand slowly inch across the grass. Upon finding Erestor’s hand, he was glad that the councilor did not look away from the sky, for he would not have known what to say in explanation. He was even more pleased when those slim fingers loosely entwined with his own. In fact he smiled broadly.

Just as the new day greeted them, distant sounds of neighing could be heard within the forest. Their companion was immediately alert, and they sat up, too, listening as he responded. They were spared a nudge each, another sloppy kiss for the warrior who groaned, and then the stallion was gone. Between the trees he ran, and they listened to the sound of whinnies and neighing as they grew fainter and fainter.

They looked at one another, then wordlessly stood and headed back home. Luckily the house had not yet stirred, so they could make their way silently through the halls still loosely holding hands, as Glorfindel noted with absolute pleasure.

When it came time to go their separate ways, Erestor stopped, pulled Glorfindel close by the shirt and playfully let his nose rub against the blond’s before pressing their lips ever so lightly together. He winked as he pulled away, whispered a few words, “I will come to you later,” turned, and left. And it was a long time before Glorfindel thought to move from that spot.

His day passed torturously slowly, and he did not see Erestor. When night fell, though, he felt his excitement grow in almost childish anticipation. As it grew later, he simply lounged around in his rooms, getting up to pace every now and then. He wore only leggings and a shirt, just as he had last night. No shoes, no tunic.


He moved around his room, lightly drumming against the sides of his thighs with his hands as he once again peered out of his window. It was getting late, very late. Last night he had been restless, so he had decided to walk the grounds until weariness took him. Tonight he would wait here; he had said he would come, and so he would wait.

He sat upon the edge of his bed now, staring at the door to his chambers, a sad expression etched on his features as doubt crept up on him. It was very late. Was it all sympathy? He would die if it were naught but sympathy.

Just as all his hopes had become centered upon that one door, a quiet knock sounded from the outside. And, of all the foolish things, he could not stand up to answer it. After a second knock he got to his feet and let his hand rest upon the handle. He opened the door. Erestor.

His smile could have outshone any constellation.

Erestor stepped forwards, cupped the warrior’s helplessly smiling face and gently brushed their lips together before speaking.

“Come, let us go run with the wild horses.”

The End.


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