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Wanted you to know.
Title: Wanted you to know.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@hotmail.com)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor.
Summary: Glorfindel adores him, and Erestor knows it.
Notes: Silliness, fluff, slash. Not beta’d. I own nothing.
Wanted you to know.
Elrond did not even look up from the parchment he was so intently reading, as he blindly left his office and let himself into the neighbouring room without so much as a knock. As was his relationship with his chief of councillor‘s.
“Erestor,” he spoke. Again, not lifting his gaze from the paper. “I would have your opinion on this before I give it my signat-” Looking up, he paused, and then heaved a great sigh.
To see Glorfindel loitering in Erestor’s office was not an uncommon occurrence. To see the warrior leaning from his seat across the advisor’s desk, with one of the dark elf’s hands cradelled preciously in his own larger ones, was. It was pathetic, and sweet, and such a Glorfindel and Erestor thing to see.
He had to grin, apparently Erestor really could do his job one handed. He caught the advisor’s gaze, and laughed briefly and quietly when catching the annoyed yet amused, tolerating yet secretly adoring glint in those dark eyes. Erestor did not fool him, he fooled Glorfindel, and easily at that, but not him.
“When will you finally put him out of his misery?”
Glorfindel looked up, still stroking the hand he so loved, and sighed when meeting the sympathetic smile of his Lord.
“I know not what you speak of.” Erestor replied, before glancing to Glorfindel and giving his captive hand a terse shake. “Hand.”
The hand was released, with obvious regret on Glorfindel’s behalf, so that a golden powder could be sprinkled over the document Erestor had effortlessly been preparing with his one fee hand. Elrond shook his head with amusement as the warrior watched longingly when Erestor so gently blew over the drying ink.
Setting the paper down with clear approval, he looked up at his Lord, and merely sighed as his left hand was again pulled gently into rougher, larger hands to be softy stroked and kissed.
“Did you need me, Elrond?”
It was an odd picture, he looked between the two. Erestor, sitting up straight in his plush seat, professional, indifferent, and deathly amusing just as he was beautiful. And Glorfindel, slumped, pampering that slim hand, helpless, endlessly loyal, and so in love. He smiled, and shook his head once more, lips pressed tight. The document he had been reading, he had rolled up in his right hand, and now batted gently against his left.
“When you have a moment?” He nodded over to the open door, “my office.”
“Of course.”
Elrond turned to leave, but could not help glance once more to the warrior who’s lips pressed so lovingly to the so clever and passive councillor’s hand. He laughed, and levelled his good fiend with his gaze.
“Sleep with him. Valar, just sleep with him.” And he left them be.
Blinking with surprise, Erestor looked to the one who held his hand, who was in turn staring to where Elrond had just made his exit. The warrior turned to his prince, and smiled as dashingly as he was able, when feeling so very disarmed as he always would when with Erestor.
“I always liked him.”
Erestor groaned, and reached for a blank piece of parchment, readying to follow his Lord. This time, however, when he attempted to pull his hand free, he was met with some resistance. He looked to the warrior, somewhat surprised, before his hand was bashfully freed. He smiled politely for once, seeing an embarrassed flush tinge the blond’s neck.
“It’d be so nice,” he spoke quietly, touching the back of his warm neck, “just to know I wasn’t embarrassing myself for naught.” He smiled a little nervously, as Erestor stood there with parchment in hand, looking at him in that unreadable way. He took the smallest of steps away.
“Every morning, I tell myself I will not hound you today, that I will leave you be.” He shrugged, “it’s a fantasy of mine, I suppose, that you would come seek myself out instead.”
Erestor took the smallest of steps forward.
“I know, I play the fool. But my folly is heartfelt, and I strive to always be true.” He tapped his fingers on the side of the councillor’s large desk. “Just wanted you to know.”
He turned to leave, and was stopped by the softest of touches to his hand. Erestor gently pulled that large hand to him, and the body that came with it.
They both took the smallest of steps forward.
Glorfindel could only watch, and then smile, so softly and carefully that it was only just there, as Erestor lifted his hand to his soft pale lips, and brushed them together.
“I love…” Erestor spoke, all jesting and gentle wooing aside, “.. I love, how you love me.” He smiled then, and it was sweet and cheeky and even sexy. “Just wanted you to know.”
Glorfindel laughed, just once, both cautiously and in surprise, his eyes bright and his hand still held out slightly in front of him as Erestor took his parchment, grinned gorgeously over one shoulder, and followed Elrond.
Alone in his.. His what? His lovers, he tempters, his confounded, confusing, brilliant, maddening elf’s office. Alone in Erestor’s office now, the love of his life having just given him the smallest but heartiest of hopes, he stood. He didn’t know whether he was confused or elated. He decided elated was good.
“Well…” he spoke, and smugly too, though only to himself. He tapped his fingers again along the edge of the large desk, before giving it two proud and excited thumps, and strode out of the office, as light hearted, and in love, as he had been the very first moment he had laid eyes upon the darling tease.
“Well, well.”
OoOoO
In Elrond’s office, Erestor sat opposite his Lord, leaning back in his seat, one leg crossed over the other, as he perused the document Elrond had yet to sign. His Lord, sat now in his own seat, eyed his councillor knowingly from over the edge of yet another document.
“Bloody fools, the pair of you.”
Erestor did not look up.
“I know.”
The End.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@hotmail.com)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor.
Summary: Glorfindel adores him, and Erestor knows it.
Notes: Silliness, fluff, slash. Not beta’d. I own nothing.
Wanted you to know.
Elrond did not even look up from the parchment he was so intently reading, as he blindly left his office and let himself into the neighbouring room without so much as a knock. As was his relationship with his chief of councillor‘s.
“Erestor,” he spoke. Again, not lifting his gaze from the paper. “I would have your opinion on this before I give it my signat-” Looking up, he paused, and then heaved a great sigh.
To see Glorfindel loitering in Erestor’s office was not an uncommon occurrence. To see the warrior leaning from his seat across the advisor’s desk, with one of the dark elf’s hands cradelled preciously in his own larger ones, was. It was pathetic, and sweet, and such a Glorfindel and Erestor thing to see.
He had to grin, apparently Erestor really could do his job one handed. He caught the advisor’s gaze, and laughed briefly and quietly when catching the annoyed yet amused, tolerating yet secretly adoring glint in those dark eyes. Erestor did not fool him, he fooled Glorfindel, and easily at that, but not him.
“When will you finally put him out of his misery?”
Glorfindel looked up, still stroking the hand he so loved, and sighed when meeting the sympathetic smile of his Lord.
“I know not what you speak of.” Erestor replied, before glancing to Glorfindel and giving his captive hand a terse shake. “Hand.”
The hand was released, with obvious regret on Glorfindel’s behalf, so that a golden powder could be sprinkled over the document Erestor had effortlessly been preparing with his one fee hand. Elrond shook his head with amusement as the warrior watched longingly when Erestor so gently blew over the drying ink.
Setting the paper down with clear approval, he looked up at his Lord, and merely sighed as his left hand was again pulled gently into rougher, larger hands to be softy stroked and kissed.
“Did you need me, Elrond?”
It was an odd picture, he looked between the two. Erestor, sitting up straight in his plush seat, professional, indifferent, and deathly amusing just as he was beautiful. And Glorfindel, slumped, pampering that slim hand, helpless, endlessly loyal, and so in love. He smiled, and shook his head once more, lips pressed tight. The document he had been reading, he had rolled up in his right hand, and now batted gently against his left.
“When you have a moment?” He nodded over to the open door, “my office.”
“Of course.”
Elrond turned to leave, but could not help glance once more to the warrior who’s lips pressed so lovingly to the so clever and passive councillor’s hand. He laughed, and levelled his good fiend with his gaze.
“Sleep with him. Valar, just sleep with him.” And he left them be.
Blinking with surprise, Erestor looked to the one who held his hand, who was in turn staring to where Elrond had just made his exit. The warrior turned to his prince, and smiled as dashingly as he was able, when feeling so very disarmed as he always would when with Erestor.
“I always liked him.”
Erestor groaned, and reached for a blank piece of parchment, readying to follow his Lord. This time, however, when he attempted to pull his hand free, he was met with some resistance. He looked to the warrior, somewhat surprised, before his hand was bashfully freed. He smiled politely for once, seeing an embarrassed flush tinge the blond’s neck.
“It’d be so nice,” he spoke quietly, touching the back of his warm neck, “just to know I wasn’t embarrassing myself for naught.” He smiled a little nervously, as Erestor stood there with parchment in hand, looking at him in that unreadable way. He took the smallest of steps away.
“Every morning, I tell myself I will not hound you today, that I will leave you be.” He shrugged, “it’s a fantasy of mine, I suppose, that you would come seek myself out instead.”
Erestor took the smallest of steps forward.
“I know, I play the fool. But my folly is heartfelt, and I strive to always be true.” He tapped his fingers on the side of the councillor’s large desk. “Just wanted you to know.”
He turned to leave, and was stopped by the softest of touches to his hand. Erestor gently pulled that large hand to him, and the body that came with it.
They both took the smallest of steps forward.
Glorfindel could only watch, and then smile, so softly and carefully that it was only just there, as Erestor lifted his hand to his soft pale lips, and brushed them together.
“I love…” Erestor spoke, all jesting and gentle wooing aside, “.. I love, how you love me.” He smiled then, and it was sweet and cheeky and even sexy. “Just wanted you to know.”
Glorfindel laughed, just once, both cautiously and in surprise, his eyes bright and his hand still held out slightly in front of him as Erestor took his parchment, grinned gorgeously over one shoulder, and followed Elrond.
Alone in his.. His what? His lovers, he tempters, his confounded, confusing, brilliant, maddening elf’s office. Alone in Erestor’s office now, the love of his life having just given him the smallest but heartiest of hopes, he stood. He didn’t know whether he was confused or elated. He decided elated was good.
“Well…” he spoke, and smugly too, though only to himself. He tapped his fingers again along the edge of the large desk, before giving it two proud and excited thumps, and strode out of the office, as light hearted, and in love, as he had been the very first moment he had laid eyes upon the darling tease.
“Well, well.”
OoOoO
In Elrond’s office, Erestor sat opposite his Lord, leaning back in his seat, one leg crossed over the other, as he perused the document Elrond had yet to sign. His Lord, sat now in his own seat, eyed his councillor knowingly from over the edge of yet another document.
“Bloody fools, the pair of you.”
Erestor did not look up.
“I know.”
The End.