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Ficlet: The End?
The End?
Title: The End?
Author:Githoniel
Part: 1/1
Pairing: E/G
Rating: G
Disclaimer:All elves belong to Mr. Tolkien!!!
Warning: sad thoughts
Beta: my alter ego
Summary: what happens when lovers grow apart over the centuries...
Authors Note: // = thoughts
„And have you seen the wonderful illustrations. Such great work.. oh, it’s such a shame that so many books of old were lost.”
Erestor stepped closer to Lindir and lay a hand on the young minstrels shoulder.
“Yes, such a fine art isn’t done anymore these days. Well, if you want, you can help me restore this one.”
“Oh, I really would love to Erestor...”
The advisor smiled. The young minstrels love for books rivaled his own. The two of them were so alike. It was always a pleasure to have Lindir’s company.
“Will you join us for dinner today and maybe play for us afterwards?” the dark advisor asked.
“Oh, ehm – I would love to, but... I ... I have a date.” the white haired elf stammered and blushed.
//How sweet!// Erestor thought.
“And maybe Glorfindel would prefer to have his lover for himself tonight..” Lindir continued with a broad grin. “Don’t let him wait too long Erestor. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
And with that, the minstrel left the library.
Erestor sighed. Yes. He would spend the evening alone with Glorfindel and he realized that this wasn’t actually something, he was looking forward to.
//When did this happen? Why does it feel like that?//
Slowly, Erestor made his way to the rooms he shared with Glorfindel for almost 3 centuries now. Reluctantly he opened the door.
//3 centuries, 3 centuries...// he repeated in his mind.
Glorfindel was already inside. The blond seneschal sat on the large divan in the sitting room and was polishing his sword. He didn’t even look up, when Erestor entered.
“I’m back.” the adisor said.
“Hello dear.” Glorfindel aswered in a casual tone. “How was your day?”
But before Erestor had a chance to answer the blond elf said: “Is it ok, when we have dinner in private tonight? The training was tiring today and I’m not in the mood for formal robes and the hall of fire.”
Erestor nodded and thought: //He isn’t really interested. I wonder, why he asks about my day at all.//
He walked into their sleeping room to change into something comfortable. He eyes fell on the large bed, he and Glorfindel shared. He sat on the mattress and touched the silken sheets. His eyes filled with longing.
//When was the last time, we made love? Really made love? Whenever we touch now, it’S just about seeing to his needs.//
He sighed and rose from the bed. By now a servant had brought dinner and set the table on the balcony. The summer sky over Imladris was changing from blue to a soft red color.
“A lovely night.” Glorfindel stated, when they sat at the table.
“Yes.” Erestor agreed.
Even though the food was delicious, the advisor found he could barely swallow it down. The lump that was forming in his throat hurt. He drank another glass of wine.
//Since when is the silence between us so awkward? Doesn’t he feel it too?//
But a look in his lover’s face told Erestor that Glorfindel was deep in thoughts and barely realized his presence.
Then the silence became too much to bear.
“We have a new book in the library. It’s about the history of Gondolin.”
Glorfindel nodded absentmindly.
“It’s a stunning piece of art. Maybe you want to come and see for yourself, Fin. – Fin?”
Glorfindel looked up. “What? Oh sorry Res, I was lost in thoughts.”
“Doesn’t matter.” Erestor said. “It was nothing of importance.”
They resumed eating.
//We have nothing in common. In our earlier years together he would come to the libary at times to keep me company, but now... And when I want to talk with him about the guards, weapons, patrols and such he sais that I don’t have the faintest idea what I’m talking about and he’s right with that...//
“Finished?”
Glorfindel’s voice shook Erestor from his thoughts and he realised, he had barely touched his dinner. Erestor nodded.
“Res, would you be mad, if I go to the armory now... I’ll be back in an hour or two. The twins asked me to show them the difference between a Lorien and a Mirkwood bow.”
“It’s ok. Go!” the darkhaired elf answered.
But when Glorfindel opened the door, Erestor had the feeling that he had to do something.
“Fin!” He was startled himself how desperate his voice sounded.
The seneschal turned around and looked at him in concern.
“Are... are you happy - with me?” Erestor whispered.
Glorfindel’s smile had always seemed blinding to the advisor and now it was not different.
“Of course I am, silly one.” Glorfindel’s smooth bariton reassured him. “You are not jealous of the twins, are you?”
Erestor shook his head. He wasn’t jealous. He knew Glorfindel would never betray him. Above all not with the twins, who were barely of age and like own sons to the seneschall as well as to him. No – it wasn’t jealousy Erestor felt, but loneliness. In all their years together, Erestor had never before felt so lonely at his lover’s side.
Glorfindel took a step closer and kissed the top of Erestor’s head.
“I’ll be back soon.”
And with that, he was gone.
Erestor stayed behind in their room and was lost to his dark thoughts. He never noticed how the servants came and left again.
//Why can’t it be again like it has been before. 3 centuries... I guess in every relation there are ups and downs and it’s normal that things change but still... what are 3 centuires, compared to eternity. But then again, we never spoke about binding....//
When Erestor realised that the moon was rising, he went to their cold and empty bed, but sleep wouldn’t come. Some hours later, Glorfindel crept inside the room and slipped under the covers. Erestor felt the warmth coming from the body next to him. He yearned to feel this warmth.
When he heard the seneschals breath coming in even regular intervals, he crawled closer to his sleeping lover, who lay on his side, face away from him. Glorfindel wore a nightshirt, but Erestor wanted, no, needed to feel the seneschals warm skin.
He snuggled up to the blond elf and reached with his right arm around him. His fingers ghosted over the soft skin of Glorfindel’s arm and softly touched the big calloused hand.
For a moment Erestor closed his eyes to savor the feeling of warm skin and a single tear ran down his cheek. He just wanted to pull his hand away again, when he felt Glorfindel’s fingers touching his, a thumb stroking the back of his hand softly.
Holding hands, both of them fell asleep.
The End (?)
Title: The End?
Author:Githoniel
Part: 1/1
Pairing: E/G
Rating: G
Disclaimer:All elves belong to Mr. Tolkien!!!
Warning: sad thoughts
Beta: my alter ego
Summary: what happens when lovers grow apart over the centuries...
Authors Note: // = thoughts
„And have you seen the wonderful illustrations. Such great work.. oh, it’s such a shame that so many books of old were lost.”
Erestor stepped closer to Lindir and lay a hand on the young minstrels shoulder.
“Yes, such a fine art isn’t done anymore these days. Well, if you want, you can help me restore this one.”
“Oh, I really would love to Erestor...”
The advisor smiled. The young minstrels love for books rivaled his own. The two of them were so alike. It was always a pleasure to have Lindir’s company.
“Will you join us for dinner today and maybe play for us afterwards?” the dark advisor asked.
“Oh, ehm – I would love to, but... I ... I have a date.” the white haired elf stammered and blushed.
//How sweet!// Erestor thought.
“And maybe Glorfindel would prefer to have his lover for himself tonight..” Lindir continued with a broad grin. “Don’t let him wait too long Erestor. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
And with that, the minstrel left the library.
Erestor sighed. Yes. He would spend the evening alone with Glorfindel and he realized that this wasn’t actually something, he was looking forward to.
//When did this happen? Why does it feel like that?//
Slowly, Erestor made his way to the rooms he shared with Glorfindel for almost 3 centuries now. Reluctantly he opened the door.
//3 centuries, 3 centuries...// he repeated in his mind.
Glorfindel was already inside. The blond seneschal sat on the large divan in the sitting room and was polishing his sword. He didn’t even look up, when Erestor entered.
“I’m back.” the adisor said.
“Hello dear.” Glorfindel aswered in a casual tone. “How was your day?”
But before Erestor had a chance to answer the blond elf said: “Is it ok, when we have dinner in private tonight? The training was tiring today and I’m not in the mood for formal robes and the hall of fire.”
Erestor nodded and thought: //He isn’t really interested. I wonder, why he asks about my day at all.//
He walked into their sleeping room to change into something comfortable. He eyes fell on the large bed, he and Glorfindel shared. He sat on the mattress and touched the silken sheets. His eyes filled with longing.
//When was the last time, we made love? Really made love? Whenever we touch now, it’S just about seeing to his needs.//
He sighed and rose from the bed. By now a servant had brought dinner and set the table on the balcony. The summer sky over Imladris was changing from blue to a soft red color.
“A lovely night.” Glorfindel stated, when they sat at the table.
“Yes.” Erestor agreed.
Even though the food was delicious, the advisor found he could barely swallow it down. The lump that was forming in his throat hurt. He drank another glass of wine.
//Since when is the silence between us so awkward? Doesn’t he feel it too?//
But a look in his lover’s face told Erestor that Glorfindel was deep in thoughts and barely realized his presence.
Then the silence became too much to bear.
“We have a new book in the library. It’s about the history of Gondolin.”
Glorfindel nodded absentmindly.
“It’s a stunning piece of art. Maybe you want to come and see for yourself, Fin. – Fin?”
Glorfindel looked up. “What? Oh sorry Res, I was lost in thoughts.”
“Doesn’t matter.” Erestor said. “It was nothing of importance.”
They resumed eating.
//We have nothing in common. In our earlier years together he would come to the libary at times to keep me company, but now... And when I want to talk with him about the guards, weapons, patrols and such he sais that I don’t have the faintest idea what I’m talking about and he’s right with that...//
“Finished?”
Glorfindel’s voice shook Erestor from his thoughts and he realised, he had barely touched his dinner. Erestor nodded.
“Res, would you be mad, if I go to the armory now... I’ll be back in an hour or two. The twins asked me to show them the difference between a Lorien and a Mirkwood bow.”
“It’s ok. Go!” the darkhaired elf answered.
But when Glorfindel opened the door, Erestor had the feeling that he had to do something.
“Fin!” He was startled himself how desperate his voice sounded.
The seneschal turned around and looked at him in concern.
“Are... are you happy - with me?” Erestor whispered.
Glorfindel’s smile had always seemed blinding to the advisor and now it was not different.
“Of course I am, silly one.” Glorfindel’s smooth bariton reassured him. “You are not jealous of the twins, are you?”
Erestor shook his head. He wasn’t jealous. He knew Glorfindel would never betray him. Above all not with the twins, who were barely of age and like own sons to the seneschall as well as to him. No – it wasn’t jealousy Erestor felt, but loneliness. In all their years together, Erestor had never before felt so lonely at his lover’s side.
Glorfindel took a step closer and kissed the top of Erestor’s head.
“I’ll be back soon.”
And with that, he was gone.
Erestor stayed behind in their room and was lost to his dark thoughts. He never noticed how the servants came and left again.
//Why can’t it be again like it has been before. 3 centuries... I guess in every relation there are ups and downs and it’s normal that things change but still... what are 3 centuires, compared to eternity. But then again, we never spoke about binding....//
When Erestor realised that the moon was rising, he went to their cold and empty bed, but sleep wouldn’t come. Some hours later, Glorfindel crept inside the room and slipped under the covers. Erestor felt the warmth coming from the body next to him. He yearned to feel this warmth.
When he heard the seneschals breath coming in even regular intervals, he crawled closer to his sleeping lover, who lay on his side, face away from him. Glorfindel wore a nightshirt, but Erestor wanted, no, needed to feel the seneschals warm skin.
He snuggled up to the blond elf and reached with his right arm around him. His fingers ghosted over the soft skin of Glorfindel’s arm and softly touched the big calloused hand.
For a moment Erestor closed his eyes to savor the feeling of warm skin and a single tear ran down his cheek. He just wanted to pull his hand away again, when he felt Glorfindel’s fingers touching his, a thumb stroking the back of his hand softly.
Holding hands, both of them fell asleep.
The End (?)