Fireworks.

Title: Fireworks.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor.
Notes: Un-beta’d, fluff.
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Erestor sees fireworks.

Fireworks.


“Erestor, please come with me.”

He stood in the entrance to Advisor’s office doorway, he did not lean upon the frame, nor did he stand there solemnly. He stood there, calm and quiet, a stark contrast to the ruckus coming from outside.

“Come with me, please.” He spoke again.

There was always such a kindness to Glorfindel’s voice that, unbidden as it was, a small and untried smile would at times touch his lips without his knowing. Glorfindel’s presence, or more precisely, the way in which Glorfindel would regard him, speak to him, look upon him, had always kindled an appreciation deep within him, alike to a gentle sigh or pleasing secret.

“Why?” He asked, already wanting to go, but reluctant.

“Because I want to see the fireworks with you.” He replied, remaining still and unmoveable in that door way, though in no way intrusive and as always with a serene patience.

Erestor sat behind his desk, looking for the moment away from Glorfindel and down to his hands which idly fiddled and turned over the quill he held. When meeting the other’s gaze once more, he smiled with the barest amount coyness that was easily supplemented by a feel of intrigue.

Glorfindel’s eyes widened momentarily, which caused him to smile with an embarrassment which he was inclined to bare before Glorfindel with surprising ease, when sharing a private notion with him which he considered both silly and woeful.

“I’ve never watched the fireworks before.”

“In that case, I insist.”

Erestor smiled gently as he stood, biting the side of his lip as he slowly approached Glorfindel, and made but one request.

“Can we not stand with others? They will see me jump.” Erestor shrugged and exhaled a small laugh.

“Of course, just the two of us.”

“Alright,” Erestor breathed again, feeling childish as he grinned with a mixture of coy flirtation and excitement.

Glorfindel had taken him to one of the smaller, rarely used bridges. Really only for beauty’s sake and a little way off from the gardens and openness of the Valley. Concealed from where most of Imladris stood to watch the show.

“So…where are the fireworks?” Erestor asked, craning his neck and looking over the tree tops.

Glorfindel chuckled to himself, and unconsciously placed a hand at the small of Erestor’s back as he stood closer.

“I imagine they are just setting up again, it will not be long.”

Noting the small shiver that ran through the advisor, he instantly ran his hand up and along the councillor’s slim back in concern.

“Are you cold? I should of told you to wear something a little thicker.” He spoke regarding the thin cloak Erestor had quickly donned when leaving the office.

Guiltily he now stood behind Erestor and rubbed the tops of his arms gently, trying to warm him with his closeness and soft touch.

“I-I am alright,” Erestor stammered.

“Here,” Glorfindel replied, reaching for the fastenings of his own fur lined cloak, “wear this, you will be warmer..”

“Oh no,” Erestor turned, “no, I wouldn’t want you to be cold also, I’ll be fine.”

“Well then,” Glorfindel spoke hesitantly, as if unsurely treading new ground he had much sought.

He gently turned Erestor’s shoulders so as to have him facing in the direction of where the display would soon begin. He pressed his body against Erestor’s back, and gathering the edges of his cloak, brought his arms around to cross over the front of Erestor’s shivering form.

“Is this alright?” He whispered with such a genuine gentlemanliness that Erestor had to smile despite his surprise and flushing delight.

“Yes, thank you, Glorfindel.”

“My pleasure,” he breathed back, his lips speaking directly into his ear due to the slight difference in height.

Erestor turned then, unsure and with his shoulder hunched up near to his chin as he met those blue eyes that reflected such tenderness. There was utter silence between them, and Erestor felt his heart skip a beat when Glorfindel’s eyes flickered down to his lips, then back up to his own dark gaze. The arms about him drew him closer, tightening the gentle hold around him. Glorfindel’s head lowered slightly, tilting to the side but a fraction, his intent - though respectfully slow - clear.

He did not recoil, in fact he saw those thin lips smile softly when he swallowed visibly, and briefly licked his lips nervously. The moment, and spell it seemed, was broken however with the sound of the sky cracking above them, turning a thousand different shades of shimmering lights.

He did jump, and he had felt the rumble of Glorfindel’s chest, his mirth that was dampened by the explosions above them, against his back. He gasped in awe at the magic - yes pure magic that he saw turn night to day for a few seconds at a time.

Glorfindel had never seen anything so breath taking, so beautiful and so enchanting as the lights playing across Erestor’s truly mesmerised features. This was a grown elf in his arms, with the heart of a saint, the body surely more fluid and graced than any of a dancer or archer. The smile of the most innocent touching sort, and the nature of one he felt born to be there, standing in his arms with a look of pure delight in his eyes from never having seen something as spectacular as fireworks before.

He grinned as Erestor’s frame jerked and flinched against him, backing into him and his hold as the louder of the explosions above took him by surprise. He felt it his heart’s right, to wrap his arms more securely around Erestor’s body, and for his head to dip downwards, as he pressed a simple but lingering kiss, to Erestor’s cheek.

The last firework erupted above them, having flown into the air almost silently as a small inverted fallen star, only to expand into many against the heavens above with a colossal burst. It was as the sound died away to an echo and the sky’s light began to fade that Erestor looked back over his shoulder at him.

No sound came after that, save for the sound of distant cheering. Erestor looked at him with what seemed slight wonder and, Glorfindel resisted the urge to ask if that had been his first kiss.

“Was that alright?” He whispered again, and was heard clearly now in the quietness there after.

Erestor nodded his acquiescence, half turned in the warrior’s arms, but still snugly held against him.

“They have stopped,” he finally spoke, not knowing what else to say.

Glorfindel smiled broadly, and even chuckled softly. “Do you like it?”

“I love it,”

“I am glad,” Glorfindel breathed. “I imagine they are setting up again.”

“So, it is not over yet?” Glorfindel shook his head no and Erestor smiled. “Then we are both glad.”

Erestor turned back, facing to where the next round of fireworks would take place. But as he did so, he took the arms that wrapped around him gently, and pulled them tighter around his middle as he leaned back against the warrior. Glorfindel only too gladly enveloped the lithe figure against him, resting his head upon Erestor’s shoulder.

Somewhere beneath the folds of his cloak, his hands had found Erestor’s, and their fingers lightly brushed along the one another’s, entwining briefly, only to disengage and touch in an almost ticklish manner.

“May I just say,” Glorfindel began in an impossibly tender voice, “that you are the single most perfect thing in my world?”

He felt as well as heard Erestor take a shuddering breath, and as Erestor began to respond - again turning only slightly in their warm embrace - the sky lit again with a thousand lights, and Erestor’s words were lost amongst the gay explosions.

“What?” Glorfindel chuckled when the sound died down.

Erestor immediately dropped his gaze and made to turn away, an embarrassed smile upon his lips at the unfortunate and amusing interruption, and in being asked to repeat such words again.

“No, please?” Glorfindel encouraged with a slightly pleading tone, “I would hear what it is you said.”

“I…” Erestor began, looking directly over his shoulder so as to face Glorfindel. And it was then that the warrior noticed the lovely pink tinge to the advisor’s cheeks and nose from the cold night air.

“Please?” He whispered.

Erestor licked his lips, and with a few fingers that had found their way from beneath the folds of warmth, he with a bending gesture, beckoned Glorfindel to stretch his neck so as to receive the advisor’s words whispered into his ear. He did as he was bidden, and smiled with eyes closed at what he heard spoken in the faintest of voices.

“I dream of you.”

His smile could not of been any more besotted, any more loving, as Erestor then hid his face in the crook of the warrior’s neck and shoulder.

“And I whisper you name in my mind a hundred times a day.”

Erestor pulled away from his hiding place, and beamed up at the warrior without preamble. “I like that,” he replied, his hand now experimentally touching Glorfindel’s cheek.

The warrior yielded to the soft caress, leaning into his touch. The sky burst above them and he opened his eyes to smile when feeling Erestor jump slightly in surprise.

That Erestor loved fireworks, was a new revelation to them both. And Glorfindel wished for nothing more, than to watch Erestor in his delight. He turned Erestor in his arms, and when the sky blazed, he could see the unabashed smile upon the advisor’s more than comely face, and it was dazzling.

It was when feeling Erestor again stir in his arms slightly, that he loosened his hold some. He closed his eyes and sighed, when feeling Erestor’s soft lips gently press against his cheek. They only opened again when he could feel Erestor’s unsteady breath ghost closer to his lips. What he saw then was Erestor trying to gain the courage to kiss him, kiss him fully.

Turning Erestor in his arms, he crossed the distance, tilting his head to an angle, cupping Erestor’s slim neck, and finally touching those trembling petals with his own steady, wanting lips. A brief and gentle kiss was it, their very first. He smiled gently when hearing Erestor let go of his breath, utterly melded into Glorfindel’s hold of him.

“Fireworks,” he breathed, and Glorfindel smiled.

“They will start again soon, my sweetling.”

“Nay,” Erestor spoke, and reached for another less virginal kiss.

When they parted again, with less breath and a firmer hold on one another, Erestor opened his eyes to smile upon the one who held him so close.

“Fireworks,” he spoke again, and captured Glorfindel’s smiling lips once more.


The End.