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Be My Valentines
Title: Be My Valentines
Author: Darkness_grows - angelfire_moongod@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing:. Glorfindel/Erestor
Summary: Lonely on Valentines, is there anything worst.
He sat staring out the window. Lost in thought to his loneliness. Valentines was once again upon them. Oh, how he hated that day, always alone, never with one to share the day with. There would be a feast tomorrow night as there was every year. Being the Chief advisor he had to attend. He hated sitting there for all to see. Seeing that he was again alone on this one-day meant for lovers, and he was with out one. With a sigh he returned to his work. Thinking about it would only make him more depressed. There was nothing he could do about it anyway. He just wished this year would be different, because to him it was. This year *He* had been returned to them. Oh how much he wanted him. Wanted him to be the one at his side, and to be the one that loved him. Mentally slapping him self for wanting what he knew he could not have. It was well into the night when he finished his work. Slowly he cleared his desk and headed to his chambers. Home to work. Work to home that was all he ever did. He was so tired of his mundane life. He did not know how much more he could stand. He wanted something more to life. At the moment he did not know what that was. So he sat at the table used for eating in his chambers. He sat there once again letting his thoughts wonder to *Him. * He knew that *He* would never be interested in him. He was nothing, no one, while *He* was a great warrior. He had been told that he was attractive, but when he looked into the mirror he did not see it he had been told that his eyes where beautiful. They looked ordinary to him. He sat there a while longer wishing and hoping, knowing it was stupid, but at the moment not caring. Eventually he got up and went to bed. Feeling so lonely and depressed.
It was Valentines Day. Oh, how he hated this day. He headed to his room to get ready for the feast. He did not want to go. He had begged Elrond to excuse him this year. Elrond just said no that it was his duty to attend. He told Elrond that no one would miss him. They would not ever now he was not there. He ignored the look his friend give him. No matter how many times Elrond told him he was beautiful he did not believe him that was what friends were suppose to do. He was not! He knew this, all the nights he spend sitting alone told him that he was not beautiful. If he was then he would not spend the time alone. He would have someone.
This day had been one of the worst days he could remember. Everywhere he looked was happy elves showing off what their mates and lover had giving them, flowers, candy, cakes, jewel, and poems of love. It was all making him sick. As he came to his chambers door in was with dread. He entered not wanting to get ready, just to lie down and sleep. Sleep and dream of the one he longed for. As he walked into his chambers he saw a beautiful robe lying on his bed with a note that read:
Please wear this token of my love. Please be my valentines on this night and many more to come. You are the most stunning creator to every walk on Arda. I have watched you on many of days. Watched how the sunlight bounced off your hair. Hair so attractive that the Valar themselves must be envious of. Eyes that are surly stars snatched from the heaven to shine so bight. Oh how I wish for you to be mine.
It was not signed who could have left it. It had to be a cruel joke. He would be laughed out of the feast. He could not wear it. No he would not be laughed at. But what if it was true. No, no one would want to love him there were to many more worthy elves. Why not wear it. No, they had always laughed at him. He knew it every time he entered a room everyone would stop talking. He would hear his name whispered in a conversation and then the elves stop talking the minute he came around a corner. He would wear it, if he had to go then yes he would wear it.
As he walked into the hall every elf in the chambers stop talking. He just stood a little straighter and walked to his place next to Lord Elrond. As he sat down Elrond lean over and told him how beautiful he looked. When he went to open his mouth to say something back he was stopped by the look that his friend give him and quietly said thank you. All throughout the meal elves were starring at him. He just knew they were talking about him and laughing. As the meal came to a close he made the decision to go back to his rooms. He just could not take anymore of this. So he leaned over to his friend and begged to be able to leave early. As soon as Elrond said yes he was up and out of the room. Trying hard to get back to his chambers before the tear started to come. Once in his chambers he let them fall. Though his tear filled eyes he saw the note lying on his bed. He got up and walked over to pick it up. He ripped it in to as many pieces as he could before throwing them in to the fire. After that he fall to his knee crying even harder not wanting to face tomorrow.
Elrond watch his friend leave. He could not for the life of him understand Erestor. He was the most beautiful elf in the land and he felt so unworthy of anyone. He just could not under stand him. He had to order him to go to the feast every year and every year Erestor would leave just after the meal. Half of Imladris thought he was snobbish, the other half thought him a vision. There were few that would not like the Advisor as a mate. Thou most of them were to scare to talk to him. He himself would have like to court the Advisor but he had learned long ago to not get into a relation will those under your command.
When Erestor had first entered the hall Elrond had not noticed at first that the entire hall had stopped talk all at once. When he did he looked to where everyone had looked and promptly forgot how to breathe. Standing at the entrance was the most exquisite view he had ever seen. Erestor had stood there in a beautiful robe of red silk, with red velvet trim. It took Elrond a moment to remember that he needed to breathe luckily Erestor had started to walk to their table. As Erestor had sat down Elrond had leaned over and told him how beautiful he looked. Upon seeing that Erestor was about to deny it he had giving him a look that said not to. So Erestor had just said thank you. All throughout the meal Elrond noticed that the elves in the hall could barely eat for watching Erestor. As the meal came to an end Erestor had leaned over to ask if he could leave. Seeing how uncomfortable he was Elrond had told him ok. He still could not see why Erestor did not see that he was the most stunning thing there.
He had watched him for months now. He knew tonight he would make his move. He had heard all the others talk about how cold and beautiful Erestor was. Erestor did not eat with the others in the dining hall, but he had found out that tonight he would be at the feast. He had the robe made weeks ago as a gift for this night. He had left it in Erestor’s chambers early and he could not wait to see him in it. He was sitting in the hall when Erestor walked in. Never had he seen a more exquisite sight than the vision before him. Erestor was a sight to be seen in the red silk robe with velvet trim. His long black hair pulled back from his face by braids entwine to form a flower at the back. As he walked to his seat Glorfindel could not keep his eyes from following him. When Erestor sit down and began to eat Glorfindel still could do nothing but watch him. As the meal was coming to a close he final was able to stop staring at him long enough to eat a little. When he looked back up it was to find that Erestor was leaving the hall headed back to his rooms. Jumping up from his chair the quickly walk out he as not going to miss his chance. He walked down the corridor to Erestor chambers.
Erestor heard a knock on his door. He slowly got up from the floor. Looking into the mirror to wipe the tears from his eyes he went to answer the door. As Erestor opened the door Glorfindel was once again at a loss for words. It was clear that Erestor had been crying. Glorfindel instantly took Erestor into his arms. Erestor did not think that there was anything more pleasurable then being in Glorfindel’s arms, but he did not fool himself he knew that Glorfindel probability had heard him crying and had came to see why.
Glorfindel slowly back Erestor in to the chambers and shut the door. He forced Erestor to look up at him. He had wanted to ask him why he had been crying, but the minute that Erestor looked up Glorfindel was lost. Slowly he dissented down taking Erestor’s lips in to a passionate kiss. As their lips meet a thousand sparks shot throw out Erestor going straight to his very soul. As Glorfindel tighten his arms around Erestor he was rewarded with a soft moan. Erestor had the feeling of complete contentment wash over him. As Glorfindel draw back he looked into Erestor’s beautiful star filled eyes and saw the other half of his soul. As he went to take Erestor’s lips again he asked.
“Erestor will you be my Valentine?”
Author: Darkness_grows - angelfire_moongod@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing:. Glorfindel/Erestor
Summary: Lonely on Valentines, is there anything worst.
He sat staring out the window. Lost in thought to his loneliness. Valentines was once again upon them. Oh, how he hated that day, always alone, never with one to share the day with. There would be a feast tomorrow night as there was every year. Being the Chief advisor he had to attend. He hated sitting there for all to see. Seeing that he was again alone on this one-day meant for lovers, and he was with out one. With a sigh he returned to his work. Thinking about it would only make him more depressed. There was nothing he could do about it anyway. He just wished this year would be different, because to him it was. This year *He* had been returned to them. Oh how much he wanted him. Wanted him to be the one at his side, and to be the one that loved him. Mentally slapping him self for wanting what he knew he could not have. It was well into the night when he finished his work. Slowly he cleared his desk and headed to his chambers. Home to work. Work to home that was all he ever did. He was so tired of his mundane life. He did not know how much more he could stand. He wanted something more to life. At the moment he did not know what that was. So he sat at the table used for eating in his chambers. He sat there once again letting his thoughts wonder to *Him. * He knew that *He* would never be interested in him. He was nothing, no one, while *He* was a great warrior. He had been told that he was attractive, but when he looked into the mirror he did not see it he had been told that his eyes where beautiful. They looked ordinary to him. He sat there a while longer wishing and hoping, knowing it was stupid, but at the moment not caring. Eventually he got up and went to bed. Feeling so lonely and depressed.
It was Valentines Day. Oh, how he hated this day. He headed to his room to get ready for the feast. He did not want to go. He had begged Elrond to excuse him this year. Elrond just said no that it was his duty to attend. He told Elrond that no one would miss him. They would not ever now he was not there. He ignored the look his friend give him. No matter how many times Elrond told him he was beautiful he did not believe him that was what friends were suppose to do. He was not! He knew this, all the nights he spend sitting alone told him that he was not beautiful. If he was then he would not spend the time alone. He would have someone.
This day had been one of the worst days he could remember. Everywhere he looked was happy elves showing off what their mates and lover had giving them, flowers, candy, cakes, jewel, and poems of love. It was all making him sick. As he came to his chambers door in was with dread. He entered not wanting to get ready, just to lie down and sleep. Sleep and dream of the one he longed for. As he walked into his chambers he saw a beautiful robe lying on his bed with a note that read:
Please wear this token of my love. Please be my valentines on this night and many more to come. You are the most stunning creator to every walk on Arda. I have watched you on many of days. Watched how the sunlight bounced off your hair. Hair so attractive that the Valar themselves must be envious of. Eyes that are surly stars snatched from the heaven to shine so bight. Oh how I wish for you to be mine.
It was not signed who could have left it. It had to be a cruel joke. He would be laughed out of the feast. He could not wear it. No he would not be laughed at. But what if it was true. No, no one would want to love him there were to many more worthy elves. Why not wear it. No, they had always laughed at him. He knew it every time he entered a room everyone would stop talking. He would hear his name whispered in a conversation and then the elves stop talking the minute he came around a corner. He would wear it, if he had to go then yes he would wear it.
As he walked into the hall every elf in the chambers stop talking. He just stood a little straighter and walked to his place next to Lord Elrond. As he sat down Elrond lean over and told him how beautiful he looked. When he went to open his mouth to say something back he was stopped by the look that his friend give him and quietly said thank you. All throughout the meal elves were starring at him. He just knew they were talking about him and laughing. As the meal came to a close he made the decision to go back to his rooms. He just could not take anymore of this. So he leaned over to his friend and begged to be able to leave early. As soon as Elrond said yes he was up and out of the room. Trying hard to get back to his chambers before the tear started to come. Once in his chambers he let them fall. Though his tear filled eyes he saw the note lying on his bed. He got up and walked over to pick it up. He ripped it in to as many pieces as he could before throwing them in to the fire. After that he fall to his knee crying even harder not wanting to face tomorrow.
Elrond watch his friend leave. He could not for the life of him understand Erestor. He was the most beautiful elf in the land and he felt so unworthy of anyone. He just could not under stand him. He had to order him to go to the feast every year and every year Erestor would leave just after the meal. Half of Imladris thought he was snobbish, the other half thought him a vision. There were few that would not like the Advisor as a mate. Thou most of them were to scare to talk to him. He himself would have like to court the Advisor but he had learned long ago to not get into a relation will those under your command.
When Erestor had first entered the hall Elrond had not noticed at first that the entire hall had stopped talk all at once. When he did he looked to where everyone had looked and promptly forgot how to breathe. Standing at the entrance was the most exquisite view he had ever seen. Erestor had stood there in a beautiful robe of red silk, with red velvet trim. It took Elrond a moment to remember that he needed to breathe luckily Erestor had started to walk to their table. As Erestor had sat down Elrond had leaned over and told him how beautiful he looked. Upon seeing that Erestor was about to deny it he had giving him a look that said not to. So Erestor had just said thank you. All throughout the meal Elrond noticed that the elves in the hall could barely eat for watching Erestor. As the meal came to an end Erestor had leaned over to ask if he could leave. Seeing how uncomfortable he was Elrond had told him ok. He still could not see why Erestor did not see that he was the most stunning thing there.
He had watched him for months now. He knew tonight he would make his move. He had heard all the others talk about how cold and beautiful Erestor was. Erestor did not eat with the others in the dining hall, but he had found out that tonight he would be at the feast. He had the robe made weeks ago as a gift for this night. He had left it in Erestor’s chambers early and he could not wait to see him in it. He was sitting in the hall when Erestor walked in. Never had he seen a more exquisite sight than the vision before him. Erestor was a sight to be seen in the red silk robe with velvet trim. His long black hair pulled back from his face by braids entwine to form a flower at the back. As he walked to his seat Glorfindel could not keep his eyes from following him. When Erestor sit down and began to eat Glorfindel still could do nothing but watch him. As the meal was coming to a close he final was able to stop staring at him long enough to eat a little. When he looked back up it was to find that Erestor was leaving the hall headed back to his rooms. Jumping up from his chair the quickly walk out he as not going to miss his chance. He walked down the corridor to Erestor chambers.
Erestor heard a knock on his door. He slowly got up from the floor. Looking into the mirror to wipe the tears from his eyes he went to answer the door. As Erestor opened the door Glorfindel was once again at a loss for words. It was clear that Erestor had been crying. Glorfindel instantly took Erestor into his arms. Erestor did not think that there was anything more pleasurable then being in Glorfindel’s arms, but he did not fool himself he knew that Glorfindel probability had heard him crying and had came to see why.
Glorfindel slowly back Erestor in to the chambers and shut the door. He forced Erestor to look up at him. He had wanted to ask him why he had been crying, but the minute that Erestor looked up Glorfindel was lost. Slowly he dissented down taking Erestor’s lips in to a passionate kiss. As their lips meet a thousand sparks shot throw out Erestor going straight to his very soul. As Glorfindel tighten his arms around Erestor he was rewarded with a soft moan. Erestor had the feeling of complete contentment wash over him. As Glorfindel draw back he looked into Erestor’s beautiful star filled eyes and saw the other half of his soul. As he went to take Erestor’s lips again he asked.
“Erestor will you be my Valentine?”