Charade
Charade
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Charade.
Authors:
Cally/ Celebrian.
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Pairing:
Glorfindel/ Erestor
Rating:
NC17.
Summary:
are not always bad.
Disclaimer:
We don’t own them
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Warnings: RPG/ kind of fluffy and
Author’s
notes: Erestor had just reached his
majority a few years earlier than when this story takes place and he is
currently working in Elrond’s house as the chief librarian.
Elvish
Translations: Anor: Sun.//
Ithil: Moon.
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Erestor
frowned at the sound of horses and slowly lifted his gaze from the current book
he was reading. Gasping softly, his calm expression transformed. Was that
Glorfindel´s party? No, it could not be. It could not… swiftly the chief
librarian got to his feet and hurried along the terraces, through the pouring
rain to the stables, reaching them completely soaked as his eyes scanned for
the golden haired elf.
Shivering
at the cold burst of cold air that sliced through his wet garments and stroked
across his clammy skin, Glorfindel lifted his head. Dropping the brush, he
abandoned Asfaloth's coat as he saw Erestor´s panicked expression. One hand
absently picked up a spare blanket from his belongings, still mostly dry, and
wrapping it around Erestor´s shoulders, he questioned, "What is
wrong?"
“What are
you doing here? You were not supposed to return in four more months,” Erestor
babbled worriedly, staring inquiringly at the elder elf. “You were not supposed
to return so quickly,” he repeated almost reproachfully.
Glorfindel
raised his brow at that. "The hunting party was quite lucky and stumbled
upon quite a few elk." Turning from Erestor as he realized nothing was
truly wrong, he collected the brush, picking a few strands of hay from it,
before starting on Asfaloth's gleaming coat.
“Oh, but
you can not be here, this can not be happening,” Erestor whimpered softly and
distressfully, pacing almost frantically from one sid the the other. *How was
he going to explain to Glorfindel what he had said about him? The blond elf was
not even his friend. He will think him insane and childish for having invented
such a thing.*
"But I
am here, and it is happening," said Glorfindel, though he paid the elfling
as little attention as possible, humour and confusion laced his tone. He was
not sure what the young elf was saying, nor why he was saying it.
“I know,
it’s a catastrophe,” the Noldor elf whimpered once again, before softly moving
close to the blond one. “I need to ask you a favour,” Erestor sighed,
distressed as he hated to ask for help. He had always been sufficiently capable
as to be able to deal with his problems alone, this being one of the main
reasons for him to want to stay alone and unengaged to anyone. To be bound to
someone would only constrain him from doing his work and being able to dedicate
to it the time he usually did.
"*
trembling with the urge to laugh at Erestor´s words. The young elf was so
self-assured and independent; nearly to the point of coldness to others to be
certain he was left alone with his work.
“I have not
asked yet, but aye, I would need you to do me a favour,” he acknowledged,
straightening his quivering voice to a now dignified neutral tone as he
arranged the warm blanket over his shoulders so as to look at the other better.
“Now, will you make a fuss over it if I do ask or will you listen and consider
it?” he asked softly, looking carefully at Glorfindel, still not sure what he
was doing asking for help.
Glorfindel
sighed, arms crossing over his chest and he cocked his head to the side.
"Alright," he said after a long while. "I will listen... *
Gathering his belongings, he draped his bags over his shoulders. With his eyes
squinting against rain and wind he gripped Erestor´s upper arm, propelling him
back through the rain and towards the main house.
Arranging
his hair, which was currently sticking to his face, Erestor sighed in
annoyance. He was as cold as an ice cube.
What had possessed him to go meet Glorfindel through such cruel rain? He
shivered noticeably and glanced up to the blond elf, looking utterly miserable.
The rain having unnerved him to the point of wanting to go change at that
precise moment, and the fact that he needed a favour did not help at all.
“There you
are,” Nion chuckled at the image of his dripping son.
Erestor never liked to be caught up in the rain, and he always managed to look
like a wet annoyed cat when he did. “I take it you heard the news before I
could even deliver it, and hurried to meet him.” He glanced at Glorfindel and
bowed in greeting
Glorfindel
inclined his head politely, before glancing down at Erestor. "Shall I
leave you alone?" he questioned, though before Erestor could answer he was
stepping away. "Come to my chambers when you are done and we will...
talk."
Smiling
awkwardly, Erestor nodded. “I will” He mumbled softly looking at his father
when Nion pushed him towards Glorfindel. *
am
am sure you missed him* he encouraged before leaving. Sighing Erestor
rubbed his brow and headed to the eldar´s room, not caring now about his wet
clothes but just wanting to tell Glorfindel what was happening.
Dusting his
hands off a few moments later, a hearty blaze now going in the hearth, he moved
to the second chair, positioned close to Erestor´s. "So what is this
favour you wish to ask me?" he questioned, though what he was truly on his
mind was Nion´s reaction to him.
Standing by
the fire Erestor let it warm his still cold, wet body and clothes, sighing
softly in defeat he nodded slowly as he commanded himself to speak. “I told my
father, you were my lover and we were to be bound soon,” he blurted out. In the
past he had found this was the easiest way to tell the truth.
Glorfindel
blinked in surprise before a soft laugh flitted through the room. "Why
Erestor, I knew not that you possessed a sense of humour."
Growling
softly in frustration, he stared at the blond elf, telling Glorfindel with his
eyes he was not joking. “It is not a joke, I did tell him that,” he murmured,
ashamed of his lie.
"Elbereth,
Erestor," he sighed, reading the truth in Erestor´s eyes. "Why would
you tell him such a thing?"
Sighing
softly, Erestor looked at the carpet beneath his feet as he could not stand the
look of reproach in the other’s eyes. He knew exactly what Glorfindel was
thinking of him and even though he tried to tell himself he did not care, his
heart knew better. “You were the only one I could think of,” he defended
himself. “He is not supposed to stay longer than a month or two and your party
was to return to Imladris after four more,” he explained softly.
"That
does not explain to me *why* you lied
about such a thing. It only means you thought you could get away with it."
“Because he
wants me to bind to someone, it does not matter who as long as he knows I am
noone one and I do have a partner to share my life with,” he almost mocked,
annoyed at having heard the speech way too many times in his life. “He thinks I
am too independent, even for my own good. Telling him I was engaged to someone
left him at ease as well as me…” he sighed softly. “I really enjoy my life as
it is and I do not wish to change it,” he explained glancing up at the elder
elf and finally daring to meet Glorfindel´s eyes.
Glorfindel
nodded slowly, slouching down in his chair to become more comfortable as booted
feet crossed at he heels. "Alright, that I can understand, and may have
even done the same had I been in your position. But I would also like to know
why in Arda you chose *me* for your
lover."
“I already
told you why *you*” Erestor looked at
Glorfindel, meeting the other’s eyes to make sure the other knew he was not
lying. “You were conveniently away,” he repeated quietly, even though he
questioned himself the same. “And your name was the first one that crossed my
mind”
Glorfindel
sighed and brushed away a good opportunity for teasing, instead attempting to
keep the conversation serious. "Alright, and the favour is to keep up this
charade until your father leaves?"
Erestor
nodded, thankful the other had understood. “Yes, though you have not to worry.
It is not like you will need to sleep in the same bed with me or anything. I
just want you to tell him we are together if you do come across him. And if you
see him, go the opposite way if possible”
Glorfindel
raised his brow as chuckle left his lips. "Have you ever had a lover
Erestor?"
Stiffening
in his place, Erestor assumed an unbiased position and once again shook his head
slowly. “No, but I am sure lovers do not spend every single minute of the day
together, and I thought that when I met my father you might be opportunely
busy”
Glorfindel
couldn't contain a snort. "Let us put it this way... were we truly so in
love that we would even considering being bound to the other, let alone doing
it... We would sleep together every night, same bed, likely naked and mating
like rabbits. Should I see you in the hall I do not believe I could keep my
hands off your tight little body long enough to turn around.... In short
Erestor, my hands would be constantly defiling your person at every
opportunity.”
“Well, but you see that can be in the other’s mind.
For example, when you go to the hall for dinner I could stay working late and
when we go to sleep I could come to your room or you to mine. The room itself
is indifferent, and then either of us could return to our own, no one has to
know,” he reasoned chewing his lip in thought. “It is a matter of coordination,
you tell me *I have to go to the stables*
so I stay away from the stables, inventing an important task or something”
Glorfindel
sighed, not quite understanding the babbled words, and he moved to crouch
beside Erestor´s chair. "Do you want to know why this would not
work?" he questioned softly, and at Erestor´s hesitant look he slid his
palm up the inside of Erestor´s thigh, feeling Erestor nearly jump a foot.
"That is why. You cannot accept an intimate touch from me. No one will believe
we are lovers."
Sighing
softly, the Noldor elf covered his face in both his hands before he pushed his
now dry hair away from his face. “That is why I said we should stay away from
each other during the days, we can claim to be busy during the days, too busy
as to the point of only been able to meet to sleep together and then we
wouldn’t,” he explained softly, looking down into Glorfindel´s eyes, locking
his own green ones with the ocean blue.
Glorfindel
sighed, one hand gently brushing against the tunic clad thigh. The misery in
Erestor´s eyes urged him to agree. "And those few times when we are
together, alone and someone comes in. What then Erestor? It would not look good
for the both of us to be on opposite sides of the room."
Wrinkling
his nose softly Erestor considered the idea carefully, trying not to flinch at
the other’s touch, he was not at all used to have someone so close to him,
though he came to notice it did not bother him as much as he thought it would.
“First, they should not come in uninvited, plus doors can be locked. Second, I
could sleep on a couch or something and then if someone comes in I could slide
into the bed with you, or say I was only going to get a glass of milk or
something?” he speculated out loud, hoping his wits would help him out of the
mess he had gotten himself into too.
"And
if it is the twins?" Glorfindel questioned. "They do not knock, and
would they not find it odd that there are pillows and blankets on the
couch?"
“Lock?
to forget that pof hof his plan.
"Lock
the door?" he repeated raising his brow. "That could suffice I
suppose. “How about this as an argument then?"
Leaning closer, he captured Erestor´s lips in a deep kiss, feeling the young
elf flinch and instinctively pull away.
“What?
Why?” The librarian asked, blinking in confusion and sinking his entire body in
the protection of the stuffed chair, only to feel more trapped with Glorfindel
crouching before him. “Why did you do that?” He managed to ask in a trembling
voice as the kiss had taken him completely by surprise.
Glorfindel
stood. "Because Erestor; despite your ideas, your plans and your scheming,
your father is staying for three months. No kisses and no touches between us
will strike everyone as awfully strange."
“So what
are you suggesting? That we do share a bed?” Erestor asked, frowning and
following Glorfindel´s moves and standing. “I am trying to do this as easiest
as I can for both of us. I know it was stupid but I am now trying to do my best
and for your information, my calculations have always worked fine. If followed
correctly”
Glorfindel
swept Erestor a mock bow. "As you wish, melme. We
shall try it your way for now." Tugging his tunic over his head, he threw
it into the hamper, his fingers then moving to his leggings, unlacing the
knots.
“Thank
you,” Erestor mumbled absently before heading to the door. “I will leave you to
your rest now,” he murmured, peering over his shoulder at the undressing elf
before he closed the door behind him. Glorfindel was indeed dazzling.
Nion
waited for his son in Erestor´s rooms, knowing the young one had slept here
while Glorfindel was gone. Ai, but it must have been lonely without his lover,
and he did not blame Erestor for changing rooms, he did not think he could
sleep in his rooms without his wife to share their bed.
“
quarters. “What can I do for you?” he asked anxiously letting the blanket slid
from his shoulders as he moved by the fire to dry the rest of his clothes.
Nion
smiled, reaching out to gentle clasp his son’s hand. "I merely wanted to
know how you are feeling. I wish to make sure you are happy with Glorfindel,
that you did not talk yourself into being happy with him while he was
gone."
Ada
might have thought I felt while I was growing up with only books and old
parchments as friends, I was happy,” he assured warmingly
smiling at his father and feeling even guiltier now he had lied.
Nion
sighed, drawing his son into a tight hug. "I do hope so, Erestor. You
deserve a lover, a family of your own. I know you were happy with the way
things were… But I also know you were not complete, not without someone to
share it with."
Sighing
softly, Erestor embraced his father, still at a complete loss for what those
words meant but unable to question his father about them. If he did
luxury he could not afford. “I want to take a bath and change, I am still cold.
Will I see you at dinner?” Erestor asked, smiling hopefully. “Perhaps we could
dine in your room? I love to see the valley when it rains and we can not do so
from the dinning hall.” He smiled charmingly knowing Glorfindel would be
attending dinner there tonight.
Nion
nodded, pressing a kiss to Erestor´s forehead. "Of course my son, relax
and I will take care of things. I am sure Elrond can spare Glorfindel for one
night."
“Oh, I
think Glorfindel would prefer to rest tonight, having been in the road the entire
time…” Erestor murmured anxiously.
Nion
laughed and ruffled Erestor´s hair affectionately. "Nonsense, no matter
how tired one is, they always have time for their betrothed."
“But he did
look tired” Erestor assured softly, not knowing what else to say and smiled
once again when his father pressed a new kiss to his brow after murmuring he
would bothboth him, and Glorfindel later.
Sighing, he
closed his eyes and rubbed worriedly his forehead, wondering why all this was
happening to him, wondering why had Glorfindel had to return earlier?
Sauntering
into Erestor´s chambers, Glorfindel halted just inside the door, his eyes
hungrily raking over the nude figure as Erestor´s towel lay draped over the bed
and he stood in front of the wardrobe, pursuing clothes for the evening.
Having
heard the noise Erestor flinched and went gather the towel covering the lower
half of his body as he wrapped it around his waist before glancing at the blond
intruder. “I know now where Elladan and Elrohir learnt to enter other’s room
with out knocking,” he half joked half scolded as he
moved to gather his chosen clothes.
Glorfindel
leaned against the door, crossing his arms over his chest as he slowly pursued
Erestor´s body. "We are betrothed Erestor, you have no need to hide from
me."
“Before
other’s eyes we might but just because of a lie you will not get to see me
naked,” he acknowledged softly, grinning a challenge to the other before he
headed to the bathroom to change into his formal clothes.
Glorfindel
snorted softly and crossed to the bed, stretching out across the covers, his
arms crossed beneath his head as he waited for Erestor to return.
Sighing
Erestor returned to his chambers to see the elder elf sprawled on his bed. He
smiled at the alluring image before he moved to comb and braid his hair before
the mirror. “You do look tired,” the Noldor elf murmured softly glancing over
his shoulder as he plaited a lock of hair.
Glorfindel
sighed absently. "I am… why don't you come over here and wake me up,
hmm?"
“I think we
should be going now, unless you’d rather go to sleep?” the Noldor elf mumbled,
leaving the silver comb on the drawer and standing by the bed to look at
Glorfindel, deliberately avoiding the previous comment. “I can tell him you
fell asleep and I had not the heart to wake you.”
Glorfindel
snorted. "Haven't the heart to wake me is right." he pouted,
reluctantly standing from the comforting warmth to wrap his arm around
Erestor´s waist.
Tensing
against the almost caring arm, Erestor pushed slightly away the contact before
he noticed what he was doing. “It is not you,” he whispered, knowing he might
have hurt the other by flinching away after so insignificant a touch.
Glorfindel
sighed, meeting Erestor´s eyes evenly. "Tell your father the truth, Erestor."
“I can
not,” Erestor sighed, pulling away worriedly before sitting on a chair. “He
will not leave me alone in a millennia knowing what I have come to and he will
not stop bugging me until I am truly engaged to someone… he, he does love me
but he thinks I *need* someone to be
with me and he is wrong… I do not know how to let him know that, he would not
understand.”
"Erestor,"
he said firmly. "How do you think he will feel when he finds out that this
is not real?" he questioned, raising his brow. "Tell him, Erestor and
lessen the blow now. It won't work."
“I was
thinking I could tell him we had a fight, but if he…” He sighed softly,
wrinkling his nose in thought. “If he thinks me able to *relate* to others he might leave me alone, it would be easier,” he
explained, shaking his head slowly. “I do not expect you to understand it; it
is not your problem really.”
"It is
my problem." he said softly. "You made it so when you lied abme.
me.
And if you think for one moment that your father will leave you alone when we
'fight'... you are wrong, Erestor. Tell him now and tell him how you feel, or
learn to accept my touches without jumping a foot in the air and paling three
different shades of white."
Erestor
laughed softly, blushing slightly and nodded slowly before glancing shyly up at
the blond elf. “It is not you, as I said before, I am
not used to having anyone touch me in any way. It is… hard for me to be close
to anyone, mostly because I am always surrounded by inanimate objects.” He
sighed again, now standing anxiously, what was he doing actually talking about
himself with Glorfindel? This was certainly something he had not had in mind to
do. “It is never easy,” he murmured, ending his rambling right there and
staring out of the window at the raging sky.
"Come
over here." he commanded gently, waiting until Erestor moved back in front
of him. "Touch me."
Erestor
raised his brow in question at the blond elf standing determinedly in front of
him and, sighing softly, he told himself it was alright to touch Glorfindel, it
was as if petting his cat’s back. It was harmless… Slowly raising his hand, he
poked Glorfindel´s chest gently with his index finger. “There” He murmured
softly, seriously as he had touched the other. That was the best he could have
managed to do this far.
Glorfindel
laughed softly, and slowly reached out, not wishing to scare Erestor. Gripping
the young elf's wrists he brought his hands back to his chest, pressing
Erestor´s palms flat against it. "Do not be afraid," he murmured
soothingly, guiding Erestor´s hands up and down his body.
The Noldor
elf almost gasped at the warm sensations arising in his body as his hands
explored Glorfindel´s chest. Concentrating on the moves, he let them trail over
the firm muscles gently and slowly, even thoug
fluttered slightly until their lids were half closed.
Biting back
a purr of pleasure, Glorfindel consciously loosened his muscles, his eyes
closing as he simply enjoyed the feel of Erestor´s hands on him. Though
unbidden, thoughts came to his head, remembering Erestor´s naked body, the
fantasies he had had about the young elf rushed back to his mind.
Swallowing
hard, the dark haired elf retrieved his hands slowly before he stepped back to
look better at the blond elf, and he fought back the urge to cup Glorfindel´s
cheek in the palm of his hand and lean forward to kiss the perfect lips. “We
should go now,” he murmured, not sure of what might happen if they stayed but
not ready to find out yet.
Glorfindel
sighed and nodded, carefully sliding his arm around Erestor´s waist, waiting
patiently for him to do the same thing.
Knowing
what was expected of him, the librarian slid his arm carefully along
Glorfindel´s waist, slowly letting his hand stroke the blond´s lower back as it
settled, telling himself that this was only a matter of practice and nothing
more, it was only matter to get used to it and he was determined to try to do
his best, as usual.
Gently
cupping Erestor´s cheek, he guided the younger elf's head to his shoulder,
waiting for the stiffness to leave the other’s body before heading from the
room.
*
ask, but instead he relaxed against the other’s body as much as he could,
trying to trust that Glorfindel knew what he was doing. Because
he had no clue.
Glorfindel
smiled, pressing an affectionate kiss into Erestor´s hair as they stepped into
his father’s room.
Erestor
smiled at his father and moved to hug him tightly. “
before, but I never actually introduced you. This is my father” He smiled at
the blond elf before smiling tenderly at his adored father.
Glorfindel
smiled at the younger elf, clasping his arm in a warriors greeting. "Well
met Nion." he greeted absently, tenderly pulling
Erestor back into his arms.
“It is most
unusual to see Erestor near someone with out flinching away,” he sniggered
softly, offering both elves a seat. “The only creatures he let close to him
back home were his cats,” he sighed softly, content his son had managed to get
through his fears.
“
sitting in his place. “I am sure Glorfindel does not care about that,” he
babbled softly, reaching for the napkin.
Glorfindel
laughed, pressing a kiss to Erestor´s shoulder before settling into his own
spot, absently laying the napkin across his lap. "I am sure I do
care," he corrected, turning wicked eyes from Erestor to
him?"
Erestor
blushed deeply and looked pleadingly at his father even though his father was
grinning as wickedly as the blond elf. Sighing in distress, he leaned back in
his chair, knowing no matter what he said, his father would speak.
“Well, he
was usually a quiet child, pretty much as he is now. Instead of going outside
to play with the rest of the elflings around our house, he would sneak into the
library and hide under a desk with several books. Sometimes he stayed there for
entire days and nights, even forgetting his meals,” he pointed out, glancing at
his always thin son who obviously still forgot now as an adult. “And pity the
poor soul that tried to pull him away his hiding place or his books.” He sighed
softly, shaking his head in amusement.
Glorfindel
hands together in affection as he soothingly rubbed the back of the Noldor
elf’s hand.
“He was a
very reserved child, perhaps too reserved, but we did not find a way to change
that, and he toddled around the house with his precious books cradled as
treasures in his arms. He told us he was having fun with his reading and we
finally give in to his wishes. As we usually do.”
but one can not stay upset at him for longer than hour or deny him something.”
He smiled at his son. “So, there you have something you might want to be
careful with, don’t underestimate his charms. I dare say he is able to get
whatever he wants from even the most reluctant elf,” he murmured affectionately
and conspiratorially to the golden haired elf.
Glorfindel
laughed softly and met his 'lover’s' eyes, squeezing his hand in affection.
"I dare say you are right about that. No matter how preposterous the idea,
he gets his way."
Erestor
blushed furiously and sank deeply in his chair, hoping his father would stop
the retelling there. He did not think he could turn a worst shade of red than
the one already covering his features. “
up at his father with wide eyes, not wanting his father to speak what he
thought the other had in mind.
Glorfindel
smirked, leaning over to press a kiss to Erestor´s cheek. "Do nret ret so
love, we are to be bound, surely you can allow me to know about your
past."
Sinking
further down in the chair he sighed when his father shook his head slowly. “He
does not believe me nor his mother when we say this, but he
looked so adorable curled up naked on the main table.” He laughed softly
as he looked adoringly at his son. “The sun warmed the place during the early
afternoon so when it was time for his nap and the other elflings played
outside, he took all his clothes off and climbed to the table with his stuffed
bear and fell asleep, as if he was in the most comfortable bed on the face of
Arda”
Glorfindel
covered his mouth with one hand, muffling his laughs, though his shoulders gave
the tell-tale shake and tears started to glisten in his eyes.
Crossing
arm arms on his chest Erestor leaned back to the chair. “Do you realise I will
have him teasing me with that for at least a thousand years?” Erestor scolded
his father lightly, glaring at the blond elf from under warning hooded eyelids
before he heard his father chuckling as well. “I do not know what is that you
find funny, it was a nice place and it was warm to sleep, very quiet…” he
mumbled shaking his head slowly in defeat.
Regarding
Erestor with lustful eyes he purred softly, "I have a table in my
room." he teased, though truthfully, he admitted to himself, he would not
mind in the least if Erestor wanted to curl up naked, as long as he was around
to see it.
Erestor
cocked his head to the side and smiled mockingly, though teasingly at the
eldar.
Rubbing his
tongue against his lower lip, he purred softly, "Anytime you wish,
beloved."
“I think I
have long passed that phase of my life.” The Noldor elf smiled softly after
thanking his father who had handed him his dessert. Looking down he grinned as
he noticed it was one of his favourites.
Picking his his fork, Glorfindel sliced his piece of pie, noticing the cooks had given each
of them something different. For Nion had received
apple pie, he had received blueberry pie, and Erestor chocolate cake.
Erestor
took a bite of his cake and almost moaned as he felt the soft chocolate melting
in his mouth. Playing slowly with the curls of chocolate adorning the top of
the cake, he chopped a new small piece before he let it slide between his lips
to his mouth.
Glorfindel
laughed softly as he took another bite, his eyes fixed firmly on Erestor´s
face, thinking it close to how the young elf would look in the throws of
passion.
“I do wish
I could eat this more often, but then I remember if I do it would not taste as
good as if I didn’t,” he murmured softly, smiling at Glorfindel sweetly, before
absently offering a bite of his pie to the other, holding the fork near
Glorfindel´s lips so the other could see what he was talking about.
Dutifully
leaning forward, Glorfindel wrapped his lips around Erestor´s fork, giving a
soft moan of pleasure as he tasted the cake, savouring it as his tongue darted
out, licking away the last bits clinging to the utensil.
Laughing
softly, Erestor smiled at the eldar, “You just proved my point.” He grinned as
he resumed eating his desert, though his eyes flickered from time to time to
the blond elf.
Glorfindel
sighed softly, continuing to eat his own desert, though his eyes continually
flickered to Erestor and the chocolate cake.
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Later on,
after some more light talk and a few jokes and stories both Erestor and
Glorfindel left Nion´s chambers, in order to head to
*their* own. “I hope you have not
have been too bored tonight,” Erestor said, smiling shyly at Glorfindel as they
walked along the hallway.
Glorfindel
laughed softly, his hand draped comfortably across Erestor´s hip. "I had a
wonderful time," he assured with an impish gleam in his eyes.
“Which you
will never retell to a single soul if you want to remain alive,” Erestor
pointed out, grinning teasingly as he glanced over his shoulder at the blond
elf.
Glorfindel
stuck out his lower lip in Erestor´s direction. "Do you know how dearly,
people would pay to hear that story?"
“You are
not so needy for money as far as I know as for you to have the need to retell
it,” Erestor pointed out, stopping before the eldar´s door. “Nor that one or
any of the others you heard tonight,” he warned, locking his eyes with
Glorfindel´s.
Glorfindel
continued to pout as he led the way into his rooms. "And what will you
give me if I keep it to myself?"
style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“A kiss?”style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'> Erestor asked, softly smiling amused at the
teasing.
Glorfindel´s lips curled. "And where would I get my kiss?"
Leaning
forward Erestor almost brushed Glorfindel´s lips before he pressed a kiss to
the eldar´s cheek, soft tender and sweet, not to mention teasing before he
pulled away again. “Good night” He whispered snaking from his place between the
door and the other´s body as he headed to his
chambers.
Glorfindel
poked his head through the door to find Erestor receding down the hall and he
called loudly. "You'll have to do better than that, love. If you'll recall
I never agreed to the deal!" Smirking as Erestor turned around; he licked
his lips and retreated back inside his room.
“I know”
Erestor murmured to himself as he continue his way to his rooms smirking,
amused and puzzled by the rare feelings he had found in his heart when kissing
Glorfindel. Even though it had been a chaste kiss, it had felt extremely right
to him.
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* * * * * * * *
Glorfindel
left his rooms an hour or so before he knew Erestor would arise, smirking to
himself as he slipped into the younger elf's rooms and into his bed, sliding up
behind him under the covers.
Purring
softly at the warm sensation behind him, Erestor naturally snuggled into it,
his entire body fitting perfectly against the other’s.
Sliding his
hands over Erestor´s stomach, he blew teasingly against the younger elf's neck,
tickling the skin lightly.
Purring
softly, Erestor´s lips twitched in a smile before he tried unsuccessfully to
spit the soft air away and, rolling in the embrace, he blinked slowly to find
Glorfindel in his bed. Staring at the other, he just waited for the
explanation.
Glorfindel
blinked innocently. "Why are you looking at me so, beloved? Is it not natural
for lovers to share a bed?"
“Funny,”
Erestor murmured in a neutral tone with a mocking grin. “What are you doing
here?” he asked, yawning into his hand. His attention was caught momentarily by
his lack of need to flinch away from this elf, before he concentrated on the
blue eyes again.
Glorfindel´s
lips curved upwards as he absently pushed back a lock of unruly dark hair.
"Well it just wouldn't be right if you father caught us in separate
beds."
“I see, so
you just snuck into my bed to prevent that.” Erestor looked carefully into the
blue eyes and smiled. “How thoughtful,” he teased, shifting
onto his side again and embracing his pillow. “I am long past the stage
of my life where I need my father to come wake me,” he babbled, muffling a yawn
in his hand as he closed his eyes, wondering what was this
sensation he was feeling at the moment.