A promise

Title: A promise.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor.
Rating: PG15
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: A promise made.
Notes: Un-beta’d, and inspired by the talented Nems, and this beautiful picture she posted earlier this evening: http://www.livejournal.com/users/necchan/60134.html#cutid1 I hope you don’t mind me writing this Nems, I dedicate it to you, anyway. XX

A promise.


He began to panic as the elf following him showed no sign of desisting in his pursuit. A genuine fear began to churn in his stomach as his angry words - grounded out through clenched teeth - became louder and increasingly irate. He felt his eyes sting with threatening tears as he desperately made his way up the garden path, pulling his robe that was partly torn and hanging from one shoulder, back into place.

He hadn’t meant to lead him on, at least, not this far. Glorfindel was supposed to of been there. He was supposed to of seen them, to become overwhelmed by a jealous rage, and in a manner of words, finally stake his claim over him. But the warrior had not passed through the gardens that night, as he did every other night to make his ways to the training grounds for his rotation of midnight patrol. And so, he had not been there to deter the one who - who he had led to believe that something was to come of his false flirtations.

“Come back here I am not finished with you!”

Erestor whimpered, and gave way to a brisk jog once finally making his way into the winding halls of the homely house. He was looking for only one door, his door, he had to be there, he simply had to.

“It always is a little slut isn’t it!” Was called from behind him, and daring to look over his shoulder he quickened his pace when noticing his pursuer close. “Do you think it kind to play with another’s feelings like that? Do you?!”

When finally at the warrior’s doors he frantically knocked, unable to stop the trembling of his hands and the tears of fright that now dampened his cheeks. “Glorfindel!” He called out in a weakly voice, both unsteady and desperate.

“Come here and face me you whore!”

Just as the enraged elf gained on him, the chamber doors opened and Erestor entered hastily, steeling away to the far end of the bedchambers.

“Erestor?” Glorfindel asked in shock as the darkling elf flew past him, and was surprised further as another elf sought entrance to his chambers, paying him no heed at all. He would have none of this though, he stopped this anonymous elf with a strong and forceful push to the chest, keeping him at the entrance of his quarters.

“What is this?!” He demanded, and rightfully so.

“Glorfindel he - he…just make him go, please…” he pleaded, cowering from the corner of the room.

It was then that Glorfindel noticed the tear tracks, the torn clothing, and the look of utter fear in the young elf’s eyes. His own widened, and turning back to the elf he held at bay, he regarded him with such a ferociousness that he, with both fists bunched in the elf’s tunic, slammed him against the wall. His normally clear blue eyes were dark with anger - his most predatory and animal like side afire with sudden and untapped rage.

“What did you do?” He hissed, and when the other elf did not reply he again, by the front of his tunic pulled him forwards and then slammed him back against the wall with a shocking and bruising force. “What did you do?!” He bellowed.

“Nothing that he had not already consented to!” The other yelled back, neither cowering away, or provoking the temporarily maddened elf before him.

Glorfindel turned to Erestor, who stood with shoulders hunched and hands clasped before him, looking as young as his years. “Erestor?”

“I….I am sorry, I had not meant for it to go so far, I just…I didn’t like it when he touched me and you where not there, you were supposed to be there!” He chocked out.

Regarding the elf he held steadfastly once more, there was a fire glowering dangerously in his eyes. “You touched him? He is but a child! Not even at his majority!”

The other elf blinked, stunned by the revelation. He turned to Erestor and spat out his next words. “Yet something else the slut has lied to me about!”

“How dare….” Glorfindel did not finish his sentence, and settled for winding the elf with a swift punch to the stomach. “Name,” he demanded in a low voice, to the elf who was now gasping and clutching at his stomach. “Name!” He barked.

“Leniel,” he gasped, before being forcefully pushed out of the rooms he had followed the temping young scribe to.

“Leniel, I have your name, approach him again and I will do more than wind you.”

Leniel staggered away, leaving Glorfindel and Erestor alone in the warrior’s quarters. As soon as the door was closed, Erestor flew into those protective arms, and buried his face into the warrior’s bare chest. What Erestor had not known, was that earlier that afternoon Glorfindel had received injury to his leg in a sparing match, and had to therefore, forgo head point of patrol that night. But even as he stood there in nothing but sleeping pants, Erestor paid no attention to his attire or his slight limp, and was simply glad to be in his protectors arms.

Glorfindel held the slim elf tenderly close, murmuring soft words and gently stroking a large, reassuring hand up and down his trembling back and frame. “Shh now, come, tell me what happened, its alright now.”

“Y-you were not there, and I thought…I know it was terrible what I did to him…”

“What you did to him?” Glorfindel repeated, frowning as he held Erestor back slightly, studying his watery dark eyes.

“I..” his voice was now quieter, and sounded in its barest sound, ashamed. “I did lead him on….I let him kiss me and…” Erestor swallowed when feeling the hands that clutched his shoulders tighten significantly, “….I never meant for it to go so far though, I swear!” He cried, trying to draw closer to the warrior, but unable to as he was held at bay, “You were supposed to see us and be jealous,” tears slid down his cheeks, and despite his genuinely sorry countenance, the warrior grew only more angered. “But you were not there…and I didn’t know how to stop him…”

“How could be so dense Erestor!” He yelled, making the young elf flinch in his grasp. “Gods Erestor how could you be so foolish! Do you know how dangerous that was?!” He shook him without realising, only startling the dark elf further.

“If you had not turned me away then none of this would of happened at all!” He yelled back, his words however, sounding somewhat weaker than Glorfindel’s.

Erestor grew wary, as he saw a different light in Glorfindel’s eyes, one he did not recognise or much like at that moment.

“So that is what it comes down to, hmm?” He began in a low voice, and then nodded, “alright,” he nodded, “if it will keep you from being so inconceivably stupid in the near future I will give you what you want,” he continued, as he slowly backed Erestor against a wall.

“I don’t understand..” he began, but gasped when suddenly Glorfindel’s lips were upon him.

The kiss was harsh, not at all as he imagined it to be like, and he frowned at the sheer pressure of it. Backed completely against the wall he quickly drew breath as Glorfindel’s lips travelled harshly to his throat where he was then bitten and kissed rashly.

“N-no wait, this isn’t…” he began in a whisper, trying to hunch his shoulder up to his ear as he closed his eyes against the unfamiliar sensation.

“What?” Glorfindel growled, his face still hidden in the younger elf’s neck as his hands travelled down to cup at the scholars shapely behind, and not at all gently. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Erestor began to push away against the bare, muscular chest, but was no match for the strength the warrior possessed. “Stop it..” he whimpered.

“Why? This is what you were waiting for, what you have temptingly offered me for so long…why the change of heart?” He husked, still abusing the soft flesh of Erestor’s neck as he with ease, pulled one of Erestor’s thighs up and to the side of his own waist.

Erestor trembled, he had never known this side of Glorfindel before, and even when turning away the rather forceful advances of Leniel earlier that night, he had never been quite this afraid. “You are not yourself..” he whispered, still attempting to push away the warrior’s bulk, even as he desperately tried to stand on both feet again.

“How do you know that?! Hmm? You don’t know me Erestor, that is precisely the point!”

“No, I know you, I love you!” Erestor now sobbed, looking pleadingly to the warrior in dismay when noting how his words seemed to of only fanned his ire.

“You love me so much that you would give what is mine away to a stranger? Perhaps he was right, perhaps you are nothing but a little slut!” And with that, he with both hands, tore the front of the dark elf’s robe in near two, so as the fabric hung now below his shoulders. Again he pressed forwards, intent on the soft creamy flesh so newly unveiled to him, but stopped as a scream, followed by a sob, left Erestor’s lips.

“Stop it you are scaring me!”

As if a fog had cleared, he was able to now see how Erestor’s frame shook from his heaving sobs and utter terror. His clothes were torn, his cheeks were flushed and wet, and his bare shoulders were shrouded only partly by disarray dark locks that had become tussled from such heavy handed treatment.

He felt his anger at once disappear, and felt ashamed at how he had only added to Erestor’s previous fright that eve. With hands now gentle, he tried to pull the fabric that was now beyond repair, back over those shaking shoulders, and once again drew Erestor close in nothing but a tender embrace.

“I am sorry,” he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

After a few moments, Erestor’s sobs became nothing more than the odd hiccup and sniff as he was held against that broad, warm body, with this nothing but gentle intent.

“I should not of…you know that I would never hurt you, you know that, right?”

After a pause, Erestor nodded against the chest, and barely noted when he was eased to sit down upon the side of the bed. He watched, as Glorfindel riffled through his draws, and reached out to take the night shirt that was handed to him.

Wordlessly, Glorfindel turned his back, giving Erestor all the privacy he needed o change.

“I’m done,” was the barely there voice that signalled for him to turn back around. And when he did, he felt as if he could weep. Standing there, in one of his own night robes, Erestor truly looked as young as his years, though still with an unearthly beauty he had always retained.

“Climb in,” he offered as he pulled back the sheets, and was glad that Erestor showed no fear, nervous hesitance maybe, but no fear, when climbing in beside him.

He pulled him close, and willingly did Erestor move into that protective circle of arms. They lay there for a long time to come, not sleeping, but neither speaking. Gently Glorfindel would place a kiss upon the dark head of hair that rested beneath his chin, even as his hands soothingly rubbed up and down the young elf’s back. Finally, after many more long quite moments, the silence was broken.

“Glorfindel?…..I love you, Glorfindel.” Spoke the quietest of all voices.

He sighed, and tightened his hold on the dark beauty that melded so perfectly into his arms.

“I know,” he spoke gently, again kissing Erestor’s dark crown, “and in a few years time, I will return those words, I promise.”

Erestor looked up sadly to him then, and with the softest of touched he brushed the backs of his fingers against a pale smooth cheek. “I will not touch a child in passion Erestor, I know I scared you tonight, and I know it is only a matter of a few years, but I can not do it. Now come,” he eased Erestor’s head back against his chest, “sleep a while.”

After a few more quiet moments, Erestor spoke again, in nothing but a whisper, “you promise?”

“I promise.”

The End.