That Don't Impress Me Much
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That Don't Impress Me Much
The war was over. The one ring was destroyed. The healing had begun. It was now time to renew land parched and broken by war. It was now time to rejuvenate battered spirits in turmoil from the loss of life brought by wounds of both heart and soul.
Glorfindel studied the dark haired councilor packing box after box of books, neatly labeling the top as to the contents before moving to the other. Legolas, Thranduil, and surprisingly the dwarf Gimli moved boxes as they were filled, piling them into the corner. They would eventually have the load shipped to the harbor to make its way to Valinor. Soon after, once the healing was done, they would follow their earthly possessions.
Imladris was emptied, and abandoned to time. Its inhabitants now helped the last of the once dark land of Mirkwood finish its last stages of healing. In preparation for the final move, Erestor was helping the organization of the library. Glorfindel had already organized the movement of weapons and the like, and now had free time on his hands to watch to object of his obsession.
Erestor was, and had always been in Glorfindel’s opinion, one of the greatest of all elven beauties. The way he packed the boxes was as much a work of art as the great tapestries that adorned the banquet hall. Simply watching him move could be mesmerizing.
Many years had the warrior sought Erestor’s affections. Many nights filled with chess games, wine, and innuendo had gotten him exactly nowhere with the dark beauty. He had tried everything: being subtle, being brash, flaunting his own beauty which was not inconsiderable, showing off his intelligence, and he had even sunk low enough to vaunt his substantial wealth and popularity in hopes of attracting the councilor. All to no avail. He had thought that he had been making a quite sufficient dent into the darkling’s defenses, but, after the Council, it seemed as if he were starting all over. All ground he had made slipped away, and the beauty was just as unattainable as he had always been.
As the three movers left for the day, Erestor continued to tidy loose ends around the library. Glorfindel took that opportunity take the councilor unawares, folding the smaller body into his embrace from behind. Erestor stiffened, and then relaxed as he realized who was holding him. “Glorfindel, let me go.”
The warrior buried his nose in purest of silky hair, inhaling the scent of sweetpea flowers and musk. “What has happened between us, my friend? You are now so cold to me, whereas before this war started you were beginning to warm. What has changed?”
Erestor pulled away and Glorfindel allowed it. The dark elf turned to face his pursuer, a look of trepidation on his face. “Glorfindel…I…don’t know how to say this, but….I found someone.”
Glorfindel frowned. “Someone what?”
“I fell in love, Glorfindel. During the council. I met someone, and he…” a dreamy look crossed Erestor’s face. “He is everything I could ever want in a mate.”
Glorfindel stood gobsmacked for quite sometime before he found his voice again. “Who?” was all he could choke out.
Erestor smiled and leaned back against the desk. “Do you really need to know? Isn’t it enough that I have found true love?”
“NO!” Glorfindel roared. “Who could you have possible found that is better than me? I’m handsome, athletic, funny, charming, intelligent, popular, and rich!”
“And a pompous, pretentious ass who thinks way to highly of himself.” Erestor pushed away from the desk and exited the library while Glorfindel stood staring at the door in disbelief.
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Glorfindel stood in front of the guest chambers where he knew Erestor resided. He once more ran the small comb through his hair, just to make sure it was perfect before sliding it into his sleeve. He knocked on the door, fully intending to apologize for his outburst earlier and begin again at winning the advisor’s heart. The door opened and Glorfindel nearly leered at the sensual vision in the doorway.
The dark elf’s hair was tousled, lips swollen from sleep. He wore naught but a very, very short bathing robe that hung to the middle of his thighs. Glorfindel tamped down the lust surging through him and asked to enter. Erestor glared but stepped back and allowed the blond to enter. He gestured to a chair in the sitting room and seated himself across from Glorfindel. “What do you want, Glorfindel?”
“I just...,” a sound from the direction of the bedroom stopped his train of thought. He glanced to the bedroom but could see nothing. He turned back to stare at Erestor. The rumpled hair and swollen lips were from more than simply sleeping. “He’s here?”
Erestor nodded. “Just say what you have to say and go.”
Glorfindel opened his mouth again only to shut it a second later when a deep, heavily accented voice resounded from the bed-chamber.
“Where’d ya go, lovie? It’s gettin col’ in ‘ere!” A smallish, heavily built frame now stood in the doorway, also draped in a bathing robe. His height caused the robe to actually touch the floor.
“I’ll be there in a minute, Gimli. Go back to bed.”
“THAT!?” Glorfindel pointed as he stood. “You gave up me for THAT?!?!”
Erestor, now furious, stood and moved in front of Glorfindel. “You,” he said, poking Glorfindel’s chest, “are a right bastard! I don’t care if you’re handsome! I don’t care if you’re smart! I don’t care if you’re rich! I want someone who will LOVE me, not keep me like some possession to be flaunted like every other. Quite frankly, you don’t impress me much. Now, GET OUT OF MY CHAMBERS!”
Glorfindel stared a moment longer at the couple, moving his eyes back and forth in between them. He slowly turned around and left the room, still not quite believing what he had just seen.
Erestor turned to his beloved dwarf and smiled. Gimli smiled back and they moved to the bedroom. Snuggled together on the bed, Erestor ran his fingers through the beard he had grown to love so much. “I need something to keep me warm at night,” he teased.
Gimli laughed and pulled his beloved elf tighter to him, grateful for every second he could spend with this beautiful soul. He was even more thankful for the Valar’s permission to cross the sea to Valinor. The dwarf kissed his elf’s head. “I love you, too,” he smiled.
Glorfindel studied the dark haired councilor packing box after box of books, neatly labeling the top as to the contents before moving to the other. Legolas, Thranduil, and surprisingly the dwarf Gimli moved boxes as they were filled, piling them into the corner. They would eventually have the load shipped to the harbor to make its way to Valinor. Soon after, once the healing was done, they would follow their earthly possessions.
Imladris was emptied, and abandoned to time. Its inhabitants now helped the last of the once dark land of Mirkwood finish its last stages of healing. In preparation for the final move, Erestor was helping the organization of the library. Glorfindel had already organized the movement of weapons and the like, and now had free time on his hands to watch to object of his obsession.
Erestor was, and had always been in Glorfindel’s opinion, one of the greatest of all elven beauties. The way he packed the boxes was as much a work of art as the great tapestries that adorned the banquet hall. Simply watching him move could be mesmerizing.
Many years had the warrior sought Erestor’s affections. Many nights filled with chess games, wine, and innuendo had gotten him exactly nowhere with the dark beauty. He had tried everything: being subtle, being brash, flaunting his own beauty which was not inconsiderable, showing off his intelligence, and he had even sunk low enough to vaunt his substantial wealth and popularity in hopes of attracting the councilor. All to no avail. He had thought that he had been making a quite sufficient dent into the darkling’s defenses, but, after the Council, it seemed as if he were starting all over. All ground he had made slipped away, and the beauty was just as unattainable as he had always been.
As the three movers left for the day, Erestor continued to tidy loose ends around the library. Glorfindel took that opportunity take the councilor unawares, folding the smaller body into his embrace from behind. Erestor stiffened, and then relaxed as he realized who was holding him. “Glorfindel, let me go.”
The warrior buried his nose in purest of silky hair, inhaling the scent of sweetpea flowers and musk. “What has happened between us, my friend? You are now so cold to me, whereas before this war started you were beginning to warm. What has changed?”
Erestor pulled away and Glorfindel allowed it. The dark elf turned to face his pursuer, a look of trepidation on his face. “Glorfindel…I…don’t know how to say this, but….I found someone.”
Glorfindel frowned. “Someone what?”
“I fell in love, Glorfindel. During the council. I met someone, and he…” a dreamy look crossed Erestor’s face. “He is everything I could ever want in a mate.”
Glorfindel stood gobsmacked for quite sometime before he found his voice again. “Who?” was all he could choke out.
Erestor smiled and leaned back against the desk. “Do you really need to know? Isn’t it enough that I have found true love?”
“NO!” Glorfindel roared. “Who could you have possible found that is better than me? I’m handsome, athletic, funny, charming, intelligent, popular, and rich!”
“And a pompous, pretentious ass who thinks way to highly of himself.” Erestor pushed away from the desk and exited the library while Glorfindel stood staring at the door in disbelief.
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Glorfindel stood in front of the guest chambers where he knew Erestor resided. He once more ran the small comb through his hair, just to make sure it was perfect before sliding it into his sleeve. He knocked on the door, fully intending to apologize for his outburst earlier and begin again at winning the advisor’s heart. The door opened and Glorfindel nearly leered at the sensual vision in the doorway.
The dark elf’s hair was tousled, lips swollen from sleep. He wore naught but a very, very short bathing robe that hung to the middle of his thighs. Glorfindel tamped down the lust surging through him and asked to enter. Erestor glared but stepped back and allowed the blond to enter. He gestured to a chair in the sitting room and seated himself across from Glorfindel. “What do you want, Glorfindel?”
“I just...,” a sound from the direction of the bedroom stopped his train of thought. He glanced to the bedroom but could see nothing. He turned back to stare at Erestor. The rumpled hair and swollen lips were from more than simply sleeping. “He’s here?”
Erestor nodded. “Just say what you have to say and go.”
Glorfindel opened his mouth again only to shut it a second later when a deep, heavily accented voice resounded from the bed-chamber.
“Where’d ya go, lovie? It’s gettin col’ in ‘ere!” A smallish, heavily built frame now stood in the doorway, also draped in a bathing robe. His height caused the robe to actually touch the floor.
“I’ll be there in a minute, Gimli. Go back to bed.”
“THAT!?” Glorfindel pointed as he stood. “You gave up me for THAT?!?!”
Erestor, now furious, stood and moved in front of Glorfindel. “You,” he said, poking Glorfindel’s chest, “are a right bastard! I don’t care if you’re handsome! I don’t care if you’re smart! I don’t care if you’re rich! I want someone who will LOVE me, not keep me like some possession to be flaunted like every other. Quite frankly, you don’t impress me much. Now, GET OUT OF MY CHAMBERS!”
Glorfindel stared a moment longer at the couple, moving his eyes back and forth in between them. He slowly turned around and left the room, still not quite believing what he had just seen.
Erestor turned to his beloved dwarf and smiled. Gimli smiled back and they moved to the bedroom. Snuggled together on the bed, Erestor ran his fingers through the beard he had grown to love so much. “I need something to keep me warm at night,” he teased.
Gimli laughed and pulled his beloved elf tighter to him, grateful for every second he could spend with this beautiful soul. He was even more thankful for the Valar’s permission to cross the sea to Valinor. The dwarf kissed his elf’s head. “I love you, too,” he smiled.