Title: Wooing an Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (manonb63@yahoo.com)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Word count: 335
Beta: Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Part 1:
Summary: Glorfindel wants to issue an invitation.
Authors Note: This is the start of a series of drabbles that involve predominately Erestor and Glorfindel, though will eventually include other pairings as the series progresses. Either out of madness, stupidity, or both, I decided to use both prompts (where given) that were posted on the Lotrallslash group on a daily basis: Prompts: 9 Nov 2006 - 'winter' and 'snow'.
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"Is it my imagination, or is winter particularly cold this year?"
Erestor looked up from his writing and gazed steadily at the golden-haired elf standing before his desk. He laid down his quill carefully, ensuring that no ink could drip on his otherwise pristine work.
"Tell me, Glorfindel," the advisor began, his voice tinged with sarcasm, "why do you consider it necessary to interrupt me with such an inane comment?" Erestor looked down and flicked off an imaginary piece of fluff from his black robe before returning his gaze to the now flushed-looking seneschal.
"It is never 'particularly' cold during winter in Imladris. Snow falls, yes, but nothing more. Elrond ensures this with Vilya, as you well know." Glorfindel began to squirm slightly under the intense gaze.
"Would you join me for a drink this evening?" he blurted out, and then inwardly kicked himself as he watched Erestor's eyebrows rise. He hadn't planned on being quite so blunt; he had hoped to gradually bring the subject up as a casual 'oh, by the way' sort of thing.
"I was wondering when you were going to ask me. What time, and where?" Glorfindel could only stare at Erestor, wondering if he had heard correctly.
"Glorfindel?"
"Hmm?"
"Shall we say, 9:00pm, in my chambers?"
"Excuse me?"
"For a drink, this evening?" Erestor watched, bemused, as various expressions flitted across the seneschal's face, before it settled to one of stunned disbelief.
"You are actually agreeing?" Glorfindel asked.
"I believe so, yes," Erestor replied calmly. "Now, unless there was anything else, I would like to return to my work. I shall see you later this evening." He picked up his quill and proceeded, with utter meticulousness, to write the remainder of the letter Elrond had asked him to do, yet fully aware that Glorfindel was still standing there.
After a few moments, the only other sound to be heard apart from the quill scratching on the paper was seneschal's footsteps as he exited from the room, and Erestor smiled.
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Title: Wooing an Elf Part 2
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Word count: 323
Beta: Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Summary: Glorfindel is a little frustrated.
Authors Note: The prompts uses were 10 Nov 2006 - 'spring' and 'rain'.
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Erestor was an enigma.
Since that one night, three months ago, when they first began having a drink together in the evenings, Glorfindel was no closer to knowing, let alone understanding, the dark-haired advisor. Any questions that were even vaguely personal were adroitly, yet casually, circumvented. It was proving to be a frustrating exercise for the re-born warrior.
Looking out the window, he gazed upon the profusion of flowers in the garden that heralded the arrival of spring in Imladris, flowers that were currently being bathed with the gentle rain that often accompanied the season.
"Something bothering you, mellonen?" Elrond's quiet voice interrupted the seneschal's musings.
"Erestor," he said absently, his gaze still on the garden below.
"I see."
Glorfindel turned. "Do you?"
Elrond smiled understandingly. "He can be…difficult," he said mildly.
"I do not think 'difficult' is the right word. I am thinking more in the lines of 'impossible'."
"He is merely being cautious."
"Cautious?" Glorfindel stared at Elrond. "Cautious of me?"
'He wonders as to whether you have an ulterior motive."
The last comment had Glorfindel completely flummoxed.
"Is my wanting to get to know him better an 'ulterior motive'?" he finally asked.
"In Erestor's eyes, possibly."
"But you are not certain."
Elrond shook his head. "No, but I have known him for much longer than you."
"Meaning?"
"I am…aware of various aspects about Erestor - things I am not about to divulge to you," he added, seeing the questioning look on Glorfindel's face. "It will be up to Erestor himself to tell you - if he chooses to."
Glorfindel pondered for a moment. "Very well," he said decisively. "I shall have to prove to Erestor that he has nothing to fear from me, but he will have to understand that I will not give up on my attempts to get to know him better."
One of Elrond's eyebrows rose slightly. "Do you think that wise?"
Glorfindel grinned. "Sometimes, mellonen, wisdom is over-rated."
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Elvish translations: mellonen - my friend
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Title: Wooing an Elf Part 3
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Word count: 366
Beta: Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Summary: Erestor faces an unwanted truth.
Authors Note: The prompts uses were 11 Nov 2006 - 'summer' and 'blizzard'.
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Erestor glared at the offending chess board. He had been beaten - again - by the most frustrating elf ever to set foot in Imladris.
"More wine?"
"No, thank you," Erestor huffed. He stood up and walked out the door leading to his balcony. Leaning with hands upon the rail, he stared out into the night. It was summer now, the nights mild, yet he felt the need to wrap himself in his robe, as if he were dressing for a winter blizzard, instead of the light tunic and leggings that many other elves favoured. Elves such as Glorfindel.
Except on Glorfindel, the leggings fit him like a second skin, emphasising the musculature of his legs. And his tunics were made of colours that only helped to accentuate those incredible blue eyes and golden hair. Erestor swallowed, his mouth salivating more than usual as he remembered the sight of seeing the seneschal sans tunic during training a few days ago. What he would give to run his hands over that glorious chest, pinching those delectable nipples, gradually moving down further and further…
Shutting his eyes tightly, Erestor took a few deep breaths, hoping they would help his unruly member to die down. He was at least thankful for this robe, for it hid anything untoward.
Sighing, Erestor turned to look inside the room, watching as Glorfindel put away the chess pieces. He was torn between regret of having agreed to meet up with Glorfindel for wine in the evenings and, lately, games of chess, and the thrill of being so close to the twice-born warrior. He thought it would be easy to keep the seneschal at arm's length, but it was becoming more and more difficult. Glorfindel was asking too many questions - questions Erestor found increasingly harder to avoid answering. Questions he had not wanted to hear in the first place. But Glorfindel was nothing if not persistent. He was stubborn to a fault, determined to find his way through the armour that Erestor had so carefully erected around himself - armour that was now slowly beginning to crack, for Glorfindel was surely and inexorably finding his way into Erestor's heart.
It was a complication the advisor did not want.
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Title: Wooing an Elf Part 4
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Word count: 281
Beta: Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Summary: Erestor becomes angry.
Authors Note: The prompts uses were 12 Nov 2006 - 'autumn' and 'flood'.
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The valley was carpeted by a flood of fallen leaves as autumn strengthened its hold.
"Why do you persist in asking me all these questions?"
Glorfindel took Erestor's hands between his own, surprised and a little pleased when the advisor did not pull away. "If I do not ask, how will I ever get to know you?"
Erestor found he had no answer to this, instead watching in abstract fascination as Glorfindel began rubbing the advisor's hands between his own.
"Your hands are a little cold, mellonen," Glorfindel remarked conversationally. "I trust you do not mind if I warm them for you?"
Erestor shook his head, though inwardly he was trembling. Having his hands enclosed by Glorfindel's was making him want other parts of him to be enclosed by those hands, especially one thing that was making itself felt…
"Are you all right?" Glorfindel's concerned blue gaze met the startled brown eyes of the advisor.
"Yes…yes, I am fine," Erestor stammered. "I was merely distracted…"
"By what?" Glorfindel asked softly.
"Oh…a…a report I must complete for Elrond." Erestor finished in a rush, trying to extricate his hands, only for Glorfindel to grasp them more firmly.
"I thought you said you had completed all your work," the seneschal said mildly.
"I did, yes, but I have realised that I have not, after all."
"You lie." Glorfindel looked at Erestor. "What were you truly thinking about?"
With a sudden burst of anger, Erestor ripped his hands from Glorfindel's grasp. "Enough of your questions! I grow weary of answering them!"
"Of not answering them, you mean." But the words were lost in a swirl of robes as the advisor stormed out of the room.
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Elvish translations: mellonen - my friend
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Title: Wooing an Elf Part 5
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Word count: 610
Beta: Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Summary: Erestor and Elrond talk.
Authors Note: The prompts uses were 13 Nov 2006 - 'pot' and 'kettle'.
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Elrond watched as Erestor carefully placed the kettle on its stand above the fire and, just as carefully, went back to his desk with the pot of tea in his hand.
It had been three weeks since Erestor had joined Glorfindel for wine and chess. The advisor had availed himself of every opportunity to avoid the seneschal and, in desperation, Glorfindel had turned to Elrond.
"He is avoiding me. Talk to him. Make him see that he can not continue like this," the warrior had said without preamble. Reluctantly, Elrond had agreed. Normally he would not interfere, having too much respect for both elves to meddle. But, truth be told, he was concerned about his friend. It was time, he felt, for Erestor to move on and admit his feelings.
So it was, two days later, that he found himself confronting Erestor and, seeing the advisor's pale face, decided the time for tact was past.
"Enough is enough," he said sternly. "You can not avoid Glorfindel until the ending of time." He saw Erestor's hand tremble slightly as the advisor, back at his desk, moved an ink pot from one spot to another, before returning it to its normal resting place.
"You need to let go of the past, mellonen," Elrond continued more softly. "Gil-galad would not have wanted you to mourn for so long."
"You still mourn Celebrían."
"That is different. Celebrían was the other half - still *is* the other half - of my fëa."
Erestor remained silent.
Elrond sighed. "You and he were lovers, Erestor, but no more than that. You know this as well as I. What concerns me most of all, mellonen, is the guilt you persist in carrying. What happened was no fault of yours."
"I could still have done something - anything - to have prevented it. I was close enough; I would have reached him in time." Erestor's words came out quickly, sharply.
"Then you would have been dead alongside him. Do not forget I was as close as you to our king, but in battle sometimes things happen so fast that one is unable to react in time."
"Did…did he know?" Erestor suddenly asked. "Did he give you Vilya for safe-keeping, or because he knew that…" Erestor swallowed. "Did Gil-galad know that his end had come?"
Elrond nodded, his gaze sorrowful.
"Then why did you not tell me!" Erestor fairly shouted the words. "Why did he not…?"
"Because he did not want you to know, for he knew what your reaction would be, and he did not want you to die needlessly. He cared for you a great deal, Erestor, but knew that there was someone else that would claim your heart completely."
Erestor stared at Elrond. "Are you suggesting that that someone is Glorfindel?"
Elrond did not reply, instead merely looked steadily at his friend.
Erestor's eyes widened slightly. "What have you foreseen?" he whispered, a frisson of fear beginning to curl around his heart. He was drawn to Glorfindel in such a way that made him suspect that the warrior was the other half of his fëa, and Erestor was afraid that Elrond would confirm his suspicion. That he was in love with Glorfindel was something that Erestor was beginning to accept, yet the advisor was clinging to the vain hope that what he was feeling would eventually die a natural death. That, in reality, he had no soul-mate.
Instead of answering, Elrond said, "You love him."
There was no response from the other elf.
"You can not continue shutting him out, Erestor. Nor, might I add, can you ignore your own feelings."
Erestor's only response was to wrap his arms around himself.
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Elvish translations: fëa - soul, spirit
mellonen - my friend
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Title: Wooing an Elf Part 6
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Word count: 356
Beta: Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Summary: Erestor refuses to admit to anything.
Authors Note: The prompt used was 14 Nov 2006 - 'earth'.
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A full year had passed, and the earth was once more blanketed with snow.
Erestor, against his better judgement, had resumed the nightly games of chess and wine with Glorfindel. They both now sat in silence, each of them nursing their goblets of wine. Their chess game was forgotten, neither of them having the inclination to continue.
"You still refuse to talk to me, Erestor," Glorfindel finally said, raising his eyes to meet those of the advisor.
Erestor looked away from the penetrating gaze. He knew what the seneschal meant. But he was afraid. And that fear was stopping him from saying what was in his mind, in his heart. He took a sip of his wine, but drank too quickly, and the wine went down the wrong way. Coughing and spluttering, he was vaguely aware of the goblet being removed from his hand as another rubbed him gently on his back. Finally, he ceased coughing.
"Better?" Glorfindel's voice was gentle.
"Yes, thank you," Erestor managed to bring out.
"I care for you a great deal, Erestor."
The advisor's head snapped up at that comment, his eyes widening.
"In fact, I not just care for you; I am in love with you." Glorfindel rose to his feet. "Which is why it hurts that you will not speak to me, why you will not let me know and understand you better. Why do you try and hide from me?" He sighed.
"Erestor, look at me, please." The advisor raised his head, his brown eyes almost fearful, and encountered Glorfindel's sorrowful gaze.
"I know you feel something for me, Erestor. I feel it, can almost touch it," the seneschal whispered. "I sense our fëar reaching out to each other, for they recognise their other halves, Erestor. Why can you not accept that? Why can you not admit what you feel for me? Why do you keep trying to push me away?" There was frustration now in Glorfindel's voice.
"Because I must," was Erestor's choked reply.
Glorfindel looked down at the elf sitting before him.
"I see," he said quietly, though he did not really see it at all.
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Title: Wooing an Elf Part 7
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Word count: 272
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Summary: Elladan is worried about Erestor.
Authors Note: The prompts uses were 10 15 Nov 2006 - 'lock' and 'keys', though I ended up using the word 'key' instead.
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"Maer aur, Erestor."
"Maer aur, Elladan."
Elladan eyed the advisor curiously. "Is something amiss?"
"No, pen-neth, there is not."
"There is, I can tell."
Erestor raised an eyebrow. "Really? How so?"
Elladan grinned. "Whenever Elrohir or I ask you a question you do not wish to really answer, you call us 'pen-neth'."
"I see. Then I shall need to be more careful in future." Erestor started to make his way to the library, only to have Elladan's voice stop him.
"Erestor…we all have noticed that you have not been yourself lately. We only wish to help." Elladan had come up to stand before the advisor. "We care about you, and if something has upset you, then we only wish to right it."
Erestor smiled gently. "There is nothing neither you, your brother, or anyone else needs to help me with. I am fine, truly. Now, there is much work to be done, and the sooner I can start, the better. Unless, of course, you wish to help me?"
Elladan had the grace to blush slightly. "Ah…I am afraid I have other duties waiting for me, Erestor."
"Oh? I wonder if those 'other duties' involve a certain archer currently visiting Imladris." There was a glint of humour in the advisor's eye.
The eldest twin was smiling broadly. "There is that possibility, yes."
"Then I shall not withhold you any further, *pen-neth*," Erestor said, placing emphasis on the last word.
Elladan watched as the advisor continued down the corridor to the library before entering inside. He made to leave, only to stop and stare as he heard the key turning decisively in its lock.
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Elvish translations: maer aur - good morning
pen-neth - young one
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Title: Wooing an Elf Part 8
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Word count: 379
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Summary: Elladan and Elrond talk about Erestor.
Authors Note: The prompts uses were 16 Nov 2006 - 'gaze' and eyes'.
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His gaze troubled, Elladan's immediate thought was to go to his father. There *was* something wrong, and he suspected his father had an idea as to what it might be. Making his way to his father's room, he rapped sharply on the door, impatiently waiting for his father to bid entrance.
Instead, he found himself face to face with his father, who had come to open the door himself. "Elladan?" he queried. "What is it?"
"Erestor. May I come in?"
"Of course." Elrond opened the door wide enough for his son to slip in, then closed it behind him.
"What is bothering Erestor? I spoke to him just now, but of course he insists there is nothing amiss. Then he went to the library and *locked* the door behind him."
Elrond rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was not surprised in the slightest when he heard his son's next question.
"Has it something to do with Glorfindel?"
"It both does, and does not, iónen."
Elladan was quiet for a moment, then his troubled gaze met the eyes of his father. "I seem to get the feeling…" Elladan stopped and appeared to consider his next words carefully. "They are drawn to each other, more than with other elves. They are meant to be together, are they not?"
Elrond smiled ruefully; his son showed at times the perceptiveness of his mother.
"Aye. Glorfindel has realised this and is willing to accept it, but it is Erestor who is holding back."
"Why?"
Elrond sighed. "It has much to do with Erestor's past. There are some things that our advisor refuses to let go of."
Elladan stared shrewdly at his father. "You seem to be telling more than you usually would do, Adar. Why?"
"Because I am tired of Erestor trying to push away that which is going to help him most of all."
"Glorfindel."
"Aye, Glorfindel."
"So what do you suggest we do?"
"I truly do not know at this time, Elladan. Nor can we really meddle, as much as we may want to. I have done so once, and am loathe to do so again. I can only trust that Glorfindel will finally get through to our stubborn advisor, but I fear that it may still take him some time."
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Elvish translations: Adar - father
iónen - my son
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Title: Wooing an Elf Part 9
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Word count: 265
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Summary: Elrond advises Erestor to start accepting.
Authors Note: The prompts uses were 17 Nov 2006 - 'gust' and 'smile'.
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A sudden gust of wind blew leaves across Erestor's path, startling him. He had been deeply engrossed in his thoughts, oblivious to his surroundings. Looking up, he realised he was walked further from the house than he thought. With a sigh, he turned around to walk back, only to find himself crashing into a solid figure.
"Elrond." Erestor's voice was filled with resignation.
"When are you going to finally acknowledge what is happening?"
"I am well aware of what is happening," Erestor said a little harshly.
"But you try to ignore it, hoping it will go away. It will not." Elrond's voice was uncompromising.
"He says he loves me, that our fëar are reaching out to each other. That I should admit I have feelings for him."
"You and Glorfindel are meant for each other, Erestor."
"Really? Since when do you have a mirror like the one Lady Galadriel has?"
Elrond shook his head. "You know as well as I that I have the gift of foresight; not as complete as Galadriel, but enough nevertheless."
"And you have foreseen that this would come about between Glorfindel and me?"
The lord of Imladris allowed a small smile. "I have, yes. Now it is coming to pass."
"You make it sound as if it is all inevitable."
"It is. It is something of which I am certain. And *you* can not deny it any longer. You know within yourself that Glorfindel is your soul-mate. Continue to ignore your feelings, and in the end you will suffer." Elrond's face grew sombre. "You must learn to forgive yourself, mellonen."
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Elvish translations: fëar - souls
mellonen - my friend
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Title: Wooing an Elf Part 10
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Word count: 195
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Summary: Erestor slowly falls apart.
Authors Note: The prompts uses were Nov 2006 - 'crack' and broken', and 19 Nov 2006 - 'pain' and 'scream'.
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Slowly, surely, the façade that Erestor had built around himself was beginning to crack. Erestor knew this, knew that it would not be long before it would be completely broken. And he was frightened, more than he had ever been before.
War and death he knew, understood what the outcomes could be. But love was a different thing altogether. He realised now that what he had felt for Gil-galad was nothing in comparison to what he was feeling for Glorfindel. He felt as if it was consuming him, leaving him as helpless as a small elfling, his resistance gradually growing fainter as time passed.
Once more he had begun avoiding the seneschal, not even appearing at meal-times so he did not have to endure the sorrowful gaze of the one who was now so thoroughly ensconced in his heart, his mind.
The constant denial of his feelings for the re-born warrior was causing him pain, to the point where he was ready to scream. He knew that he could not continue like this.
It was time for him to choose - to continue on the path that he was on, or to finally accept the inevitable.
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Title: Wooing an Elf Part 11
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Word count: 209
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Summary: Erestor finally makes his move.
Authors Note: The prompts uses were 20 Nov 2006 - 'wrap' and 'gift'.
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With trembling fingers, Erestor began to wrap the brooch. It was simple thing, really, made up of golden flowers, their centres set with sapphires. Erestor had commissioned it from the jewel-smith, swearing the elf to secrecy so that no other would learn of it. The advisor only hoped that the recipient of the brooch would like - and, more importantly, accept - the gift.
Taking a deep breath, he then waited in trepidation for the appointed time when Glorfindel would knock at his door. Erestor closed his eyes, remembering the wariness in the seneschal's eyes when the advisor had extended his invitation for Glorfindel to once again partake in their nightly ritual of wine and chess. The look had shaken Erestor to his core.
He knew that Glorfindel had every right to be wary. For so long had Erestor avoided him that, on the rare occasions when the two had crossed paths, Glorfindel had been unfailingly polite in his greeting before continuing on his way, keeping the contact between the two of them as brief as possible.
Erestor sighed, then started as he heard the knock on his door. Willing his legs to move, he rose from his chair to open the door, admitting the warrior once more into his room.
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Title: Wooing an Elf Part 12
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Word count: 398
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Summary: Things do not work out as well as Erestor hopes.
Authors Note: The prompts uses were 21 Nov 2006 - 'corrupt' and 'innocent/innocence'.
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Glorfindel stood in the middle of room and waited for Erestor to close the door.
"How…how are you?" Erestor's voice was hoarse.
"I am well. And you?"
"I..." Erestor could not continue, but stared helplessly at the seneschal.
"You seem paler than usual, Erestor. Have you been to see Elrond? He mayhap can give you a tonic…"
"I need no tonic from Elrond," Erestor broke in. "I know what ails me." He looked at Glorfindel, capturing the other's gaze. "The cure I seek is called forgiveness," he said, approaching the seneschal. "And the only one who can give me this cure is you." His stopped in front of Glorfindel, his gaze never wavering.
"Will you give me this cure?" he whispered. "Will you forgive this stubborn elf for not realising what a fool he was, what he almost threw away?"
"And what was it that you almost threw away?" Glorfindel asked softly.
Erestor swallowed. "Your love."
The seneschal turned and walked towards the table, picking up one of the chess pieces that had already been arranged on the board.
There was a rustle of robes as Erestor rapidly approached Glorfindel. "Here," he said a little abruptly, pushing the small package towards the warrior.
A bemused smile played on Glorfindel's lips. "Do you now try and corrupt me with gifts, Erestor? I am no innocent to be blinded by such tactics."
A flash of anger crossed Erestor's face. "I do not seek to do anything, Glorfindel, except to ask for your forgiveness. Yes, this is a small gift for you, one I hope you will accept. I realise that I have erred, and seek merely to redress."
Glorfindel placed the chess piece back in its place. "I confess that I came here tonight in two minds, Erestor. One part of me wanted to be with you again, but the other part of me is tired of being made a fool of."
"I never meant to make a fool of you, Glorfindel. If there is a fool, then it is me."
"Nevertheless, I find this sudden change of heart a little hard to accept." Placing the small package on the table, he headed towards the door. Before he opened it, he turned.
"You will excuse me. I find I am not in the mood for games tonight." With these final words, the seneschal left, closing the door quietly behind him.
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Title: Wooing an Elf Part 13
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel; Elladan/Orophin (implied)
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Word count: 244
Beta: Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Summary: Elladan muses about hair colour.
Authors Note: The prompts uses were Nov 2006 - 'white' and 'platinum'.
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'Strange,' Elladan mused. The hair that was blowing in the breeze appeared almost white or even platinum. But sunlight often played tricks on ones eyes, making things appear different than they really were. Any further thoughts of hair colour soon disappeared as the owner of said hair - its actual colour blonde - turned and smiled at the eldest son of Elrond.
"What are you thinking of?" Orophin asked.
"How the sunlight changes the colour of your hair," Elladan replied, smiling at the Galadhel.
Orophin laughed. "Very profound thoughts, indeed. And what was your conclusion?"
Elladan shook his head. "It does not matter. It was merely a vain attempt on my part to try and not think of what is happening between two elves dear to me."
"Erestor and Glorfindel." Orophin placed his hand on Elladan's shoulder. "I take it they have not resolved anything?"
"No, unfortunately. It affects them both, but Erestor more so than Glorfindel. I wish I knew what I could do to help."
"Probably the best thing you can do is just be there should they need a friend. Whatever it is that divides them can only be resolved between themselves. As much as you wish to help, you could end up doing more harm than good."
Elladan sighed. "I know. But it does not make it any easier."
"No, it does not." Orophin's hand slid down to take Elladan's. "Come. Let me try and divert your thoughts to something more pleasant."
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Title: Wooing an Elf Part 14
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel; Elladan/Orophin (implied)
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Word count: 321
Beta: Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Summary: Preparations are underway for the midsummer feast.
Authors Note: The prompts uses were 23 Nov 2006 - 'feast' and 'thanks/thankful'.
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Elrond rose from his chair, thankful to have finally finished the last remaining details for the midsummer feast. Normally it was something Erestor did, but Elrond had given his advisor some well-earned rest. The Lord of Imladris frowned slightly. He had managed to get the story out of Erestor eventually, though it involved much self-recrimination on the other elf's part.
While he was pleased that Erestor had finally made the first move, he could understand Glorfindel's reticence. A week had passed since Erestor had approached Glorfindel, but so far the seneschal had not indicated one way or the other as to whether he was prepared to accept Erestor's change of heart.
Elrond sighed. He hoped that the upcoming feast and the presence of other elves would provide the right sort of environment for Erestor and Glorfindel to meet up and not feel uncomfortable.
Walking to the open window, he smiled when he saw his eldest son with Orophin. The two were proving to be inseparable during the Galadhel's stay at Imladris, much to Elrohir's chagrin. He had seen very little of Elladan since Orophin's arrival from Lothlórien. However, Elrond did not expect for it to last for long, not if a certain scribe had his way. He fully expected for Lothvaen to approach Elrohir during the midsummer feast to express his more than fleeting interest in the younger Peredhel.
His interest was suddenly taken by the arrival of two elves into the gardens below him - Glorfindel and Erestor. They seemed to be talking to each other, which Elrond took to be a good sign. Then Glorfindel left, heading towards the barracks, leaving the dark-haired advisor staring after him. Elrond could not see Erestor's face from where he was but, judging from the expressions on Elladan's and Orophin's faces, something positive had happened.
Turning away from the window, Elrond found he was looking forward to the feast with greater enthusiasm than before.
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Title: Wooing an Elf Part 15
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel; Elladan/Orophin (implied); Elrohir/Lothvaen (implied)
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Word count: 325
Beta: Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Summary: Orophin is compared to a cat.
Authors Note: The prompts uses were 24 Nov 2006 - 'nap' and 'stuffed'.
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"I feel as stuffed as that goose was," Orophin groaned.
Elladan's face showed no sympathy. "That will teach you to eat so much."
Orophin's response was only to groan again, his hand on his stomach.
"Perhaps you should take a nap." The suggestion came from Lothvaen, currently sitting on Elrohir's lap. Elladan was not sure who was more surprised - himself by the fact that the seemingly shy scribe had made a move on his brother; Elrohir by the fact that Lothvaen was actually interested in him; or Lothvaen himself for being so forward. The only one who seemed unsurprised by the turn of events was his father, who was sitting back in his chair and sipping miruvor, a relaxed and happy smile on his face.
However, the best part, in Elladan's mind, had been the arrival of Glorfindel and Erestor together to the feast, both seemingly at ease with each other. He remembered the look of happiness that had graced the features of the advisor after Glorfindel had, that afternoon, invited Erestor to be his partner at the midsummer feast. He only hoped that things between the two would continue to improve. His musings came to an abrupt halt by the slightly petulant sounding voice of the Galadhel next to him.
"I am *not* a cat; cats nap, elves do not."
Lothvaen, however, did not appear insulted by Orophin's tone. "Then why is it you have the appearance of a well-fed cat, hmm? Much like the one that resides near the kitchens, happily taking the scraps given it by all and sundry."
"He does have a point there," Elladan said mildly.
Orophin gave him a sour look. "Trust you to take his side."
Elladan smiled. "I take no sides. I merely corroborate what Lothvaen has been saying."
"That is taking sides, in my book," Orophin huffed.
"Then mayhap I should show you whose side I would like to be on."
Orophin smiled. "Mayhap you should."
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Title: Wooing an Elf Part 16
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Word count: 365
Beta: Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Summary: Glorfindel and Erestor finally start to talk.
Authors Note: The prompts uses were 25 Nov 2006 - 'explain' and 'excuse'.
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"Thank you."
Glorfindel turned to look at the advisor. "For what?"
"For inviting me to be your partner at the feast."
"There was no one else I wanted to take with me."
"Truly?"
"Erestor," Glorfindel began, taking one of the advisor's hands in his own, "I have missed our evenings together; I have missed *you*. In the last week I have had much time to think, and I confess to feeling a little ashamed of my behaviour towards you when you tried to make amends. Will you forgive me?"
"Aye, though I do not believe you have any need to ask for my forgiveness. I understand why you reacted the way you did; I think I would have been no different had our positions been reversed." Erestor reached into the pocket of his robe and pulled out a small package - the same package that he had tried to give to Glorfindel a week ago. "Will you still accept this?"
"Open it for me, if you would."
Though finding the request a little strange, Erestor did as he was bid. Removing the wrappings, he held out the brooch to Glorfindel. "I had it commissioned…I think the jewel-smith made a fine job in attempting to replicate the flower of your house…you *do* like it, do you not?" Erestor gazed a little worriedly at the seneschal, whose face was impassive.
"'Tis beautiful, Erestor, and I shall be pleased to wear it. But what I truly desire from you is something you have been determined not to give, despite what it has been telling you. I am prepared to give you my heart, Erestor. Will you give me yours?"
The advisor carefully laid the brooch on the table. "I must explain some things to you first. I seek not to find an excuse for any of my actions, but I hope you will allow me to tell you why I have not been as…forthcoming with my feelings."
"Then let us find somewhere so that we may talk in private." Glorfindel rose and offered Erestor his hand, which the advisor took. They both left the feast, unaware of the look of approval on Elrond's face as he watched them leave.
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Title: Wooing an Elf Part 17
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Word count: 281
Beta: Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Summary: A confession is made.
Authors Note: The prompt used was 26 Nov 2006 - 'hiss'.
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"I do not know where to begin."
Glorfindel gave a gentle smile. "The beginning, perhaps?"
Erestor sat down on his bed, his gaze on the floor rather than on the elf who was calmly surveying him from a nearby chair.
"You know I was originally part of Gil-galad's court in Lindon."
"Aye. You were an advisor to the King."
"I was. I was also Gil-galad's lover." Erestor raised his head and levelled his gaze at Glorfindel.
The seneschal was silent for a moment, before replying, "I was not aware of this. I take it this was not common knowledge?"
"Elrond knew; he was my closest friend. There will have been those who may have suspected; if they did, they never acknowledged it." Erestor fell silent.
"Is that all? Is that why you have been trying to push me away?"
Erestor shook his head.
"What else is there?"
The dark-haired elf remained silent, and Glorfindel gave a hiss of exasperation.
"Is it so difficult to tell me?"
"Yes," came the whispered reply.
"Erestor, you tell me you wish to explain things to me, yet you are, once more, being reticent. I grow weary of this. My heart, my soul aches for you, but I refuse to play this game with you any more."
"I play no game, Glorfindel!"
"Then tell me! Do not waste time trying to find the right words, for then I can truly wait until eternity before I finally hear them. Please, Erestor," Glorfindel pleaded, "tell me. Whatever it is, surely it can not be as bad as you think it to be."
Erestor took a deep breath before looking at Glorfindel.
"I am to blame for Gil-galad's death."
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Title: Wooing an Elf Part 18
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Word count: 672
Beta: Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Summary: Erestor's story continues.
Authors Note: The prompts used were 27 Nov 2006 - 'moist' and 'tongue'.
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Glorfindel stared at the advisor. "What?"
"I am to blame for Gil-galad's death."
"I do not understand. The King was struck down by Sauron himself. No-one would have been able to save him. I know this from Elrond. He was not far from Gil-galad; he saw what happened. Do you not think that Elrond wishes he could have done something?" Glorfindel shook his head. "Have you truly carried this blame upon yourself all this time?" he asked.
Erestor's eyes were moist with unshed tears.
"Not even Elrond knows this," he whispered.
"Knows what?"
"Gil-galad and I argued the night before the battle. I was of the belief that he was…" Erestor's voice faltered, and then he took a deep breath before continuing. "I was of the belief that he was my soul-mate, and was trying to convince Gil-galad of this. I wanted us to bond that night, before the battle. Of course, he was of a different opinion. I refused to believe him when he said that he was no more my soul-mate as I was his. I continued to argue with him, plead with him; however, he was adamant. Then I begged him not to be at the frontline, but to direct his army from behind. I knew he would be a target, and in my selfishness I wanted to protect him. He laughed, calling me a fool. 'A king must always lead his army', he had said to me. 'If he does not, then how can his men take courage if he can not show courage himself?'" Erestor paused, his tongue licking his lips which had become dry. "I can not forget his words, Glorfindel. They haunt me, torment me, reminding me constantly of what a fool I was. Gil-galad was right in calling me that. And in the end I believed that Gil-galad made sure he was at the very front of his army, just to spite me, because he was angry with me." Erestor fell silent, his gaze once more directed away from Glorfindel.
"I do not believe you are to blame for the King's death, Erestor. It was a dangerous time then, and I can understand that you let your emotions rule your head. I know that feeling all too well."
"Do you?" There was a hint of bitterness in Erestor's voice.
"I watched my lover die in Gondolin."
Erestor's head turned towards Glorfindel. "You had a lover?"
Glorfindel snorted. "Did you think me chaste in my former life, Erestor? I can assure you I was not, though I was not as promiscuous as many of the stories about me imply. I only had the one, and I watched as he drowned, close enough to try and help him, yet in the end too far."
"Ecthelion."
"Aye, Ecthelion. I saw he was in trouble, but I was fighting myself and, despite my best efforts, I could not reach him in time. By the time I fought my way through, it was too late. I spent much time reflecting in Mandos' Halls, asking myself time and again whether I could have changed anything, somehow reached him sooner. It was Námo himself who finally convinced me that there was nothing I could have done. Ecthelion was meant to die that day - as was I. And Gil-galad was meant to die when he did."
"I know."
"Excuse me?"
"Elrond…Elrond told me that Gil-galad knew his time had come, that he would die."
Glorfindel looked steadily at Erestor, but the advisor's gaze was elsewhere. "How long have you known this?"
"For almost two years."
"For almost two years? And yet, despite knowing this, you continued to believe you were to blame?" Glorfindel sat there, stunned.
Erestor turned his head towards Glorfindel, the smile was mirthless. "I can not rid myself of this guilt, Glorfindel. Despite of what I now know, I can not help what I feel."
Glorfindel rose from the chair and strode towards Erestor, determination on his face. "Then it shall be up to me to convince you otherwise."
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Title: Wooing an Elf Part 19
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Word count: 485
Beta: Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Summary: Glorfindel begins his attack.
Authors Note: The prompts used were 28 Nov 2006 - 'succumb' and 'tempt/temptation'.
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Erestor shrank back slightly as the seneschal approached.
"I will not allow this 'guilt' of yours ruin what we could have together, Erestor. You are *my* soul-mate as I am yours. You know this, despite your attempts to deny it. I love you, and I dare you to sit there and tell me that you do not love me. You may have loved Gil-galad, but he was never meant for you, and he was right in telling you this. I loved Ecthelion, but I knew even then that he was not the other half of my fëa." By now Glorfindel was standing in front of Erestor, cupping the advisor's chin in his hand so that he could not look away. But it did not stop Erestor from trying, nevertheless.
"I am sorry," he finally said, a little unsteadily.
"Sorry?" Glorfindel snorted. "I find sorry is too easy a word to say, but very difficult to mean. Are you truly sorry, Erestor? Sorry for the frustration you have put me through? Sorry for being the fool you claim to be and allowing this ridiculousness to continue?" Glorfindel stepped away, allowing his hand to drop, but Erestor kept his resolve and continued to look at the golden-haired warrior.
"I am tired of words, Erestor," Glorfindel said firmly. "I find they are no longer good enough. If you are sorry, then I want you to show me."
"Show you?" Erestor's eyes widened. "I do not understand…"
"Yes, you do, melethen."
"Do not call me that!"
"Why not?" Glorfindel asked softly. "You are my love, my heart."
"I do not feel worthy."
"Enough!" Glorfindel shook his head. "Where has the real Erestor gone?"
The advisor looked at the golden-haired warrior with a puzzled expression on his face. "What do you mean?"
"Where is the sharp-tongued, quick-witted advisor who, with a mere word, could make an elf feel like an idiot? The mischievous elf who had helped the twins when they were elflings to play tricks on their unsuspecting father? The besotted - aye, definitely besotted," Glorfindel said as he espied the almost comically horrified expression on Erestor's face, "who had allowed a little elfling by the name of Arwen to get away with more than she should have? Where has he gone, Erestor?"
"The elf you speak of had not found himself in the position of having found his soul-mate and, when he had found him, only to be assailed by guilt and doubts."
"Then you finally admit we belong together."
"Aye. I can no longer deny it. I love you Glorfindel." Erestor took a step forward, then another, till he was standing before the seneschal, and Glorfindel could see the other elf was trembling slightly.
Then Erestor did what he had wanted to do for a long time, and that was to succumb to the temptation of finally kissing the elf who had become the keeper of his heart.
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Elvish translations: melethen - my love
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Title: Wooing an Elf Part 20
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Word count: 538
Beta: Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Summary: Glorfindel tries to convince Erestor.
Authors Note: The prompt used was 29 Nov 2006 - 'ignore'.
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"Is that a start?" Erestor asked as he finally broke the kiss.
Dazedly Glorfindel stared at the advisor. "A start to what?" he asked a little stupidly.
Erestor smiled softly. "To show that I am sorry."
"Oh…ah…yes…yes, I suppose that would be a start. A very nice start."
"Nice?"
"'Tis a beginning, Erestor. But we can not ignore what brought us to this. You say you still feel guilt over Gil-galad's death. This has to stop."
Erestor stepped away, sadness evident in his eyes. "How?" he asked simply.
"We speak to Elrond."
The dark-haired elf sighed. "Elrond and I have spoken on numerous occasions about the king's death, Glorfindel. I do not believe talking to him again will assuage what I feel."
"You said yourself Elrond did not know the full story. I think it is time that he did. What I can not understand is why you did not do so a lot earlier. He would have told you that Gil-galad did what a king should do, lead his army. He did not do it out of spite or anger against you. Oropher was no different; he led his army to what was, in the end, death."
"He did not have an argument with his lover the night before."
"No, he had an argument with his son the night before."
Erestor stared at Glorfindel. "Thranduil tried to stop him?"
"Of course he did. He tried to reason with his father, tried to get him to follow Gil-galad's plan, but Oropher had always been stubborn. He refused to listen. But I know for a fact that Thranduil does not consider himself guilty for his father's death. He did what he could to try and persuade Oropher but, ultimately, the decision was Oropher's, not his. He knew it then, he knows it now." Glorfindel stepped closer to Erestor. "The simple fact is this - you could not have changed Gil-galad's mind. This is what I tell you now; this is what Elrond will tell you when you speak to him. The fact that Gil-galad was aware his time had come only adds weight to the argument that you are *not* to blame."
Glorfindel stepped away slightly, a bemused expression on his face. "How can someone who is seen to be so logical have such an illogical notion?" He shook his head. "I confess I find it a little difficult to comprehend that you chose to continue - nay, even begin to believe - such an idea."
"You consider me a fool, then." Erestor's voice was flat.
"No, melethen. An elf with a ridiculous notion that needs to be laid to rest, yes, but never a fool."
Erestor stayed silent, as if weighing his options. Finally, he sighed. "Very well, I shall go and speak to Elrond."
"*We* go and speak to Elrond. From now on, we do things together," Glorfindel said firmly.
An eyebrow quirked on Erestor's face. "Does that include helping me with the paperwork?"
Glorfindel flushed slightly. "Ah, maybe not that," he admitted, a rueful smile on his face. "After all, I do not expect you to help me on the training field."
"No?" Erestor smiled. "I may surprise you, you know."
Glorfindel laughed. "I have no doubt you will."
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Elvish translations: melethen - my love
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Title: Wooing an Elf Part 21
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elladan/Orophin, Elrohir/Lothvaen
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Word count: 333
Beta: Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel approach Elrond, while Lothvaen makes an interesting pronouncement.
Authors Note: The prompts used were 30 Nov 2006 - 'nibble' and 'lips'.
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Elrond raised his head when he heard the two elves approaching him. He noted the look of trepidation on Erestor's face, but was heartened to see the look of love and concern on Glorfindel's. It was apparent to him that, finally, Glorfindel had managed to break through the walls that the advisor had built around himself and that the two of them had reached some sort of understanding. However, that did not explain the look that was on Erestor's face, and he fastened his gaze on his advisor.
"Is there somewhere where we can speak privately?" Glorfindel asked quietly, all too aware of the curious eyes that were starting to look in their direction. Erestor kept his eyes averted from Elrond's probing gaze; instead, he began to nibble on his lips worriedly.
Elrond nodded. "We will go to my study; we will not be disturbed there." Quickly the three elves left, their departure being noted by nearly all the elves at the midsummer feast.
"Do you think all is well?" Orophin asked, turning to speak to Elladan.
There was a small pause before Elladan replied. "I hope so," he said slowly.
"Whatever it is, it has dragged on for too long," Elrohir broke in. "It pains me to see Erestor so."
"It pains us all, tôren. But Glorfindel will help him through."
"Glorfindel?" Elrohir asked.
"They belong together." This statement was from Lothvaen, still sitting comfortably on the younger twin's lap. "Have you not noticed?"
"Actually," Elrohir responded a little dryly, "the only thing I have really noticed is a certain scribe who has made himself exceedingly comfortable on my lap without actually telling me why he was there."
"Because I want to be here. And you have not objected thus far, or you would have long since pushed me off."
"He has you there, tôr dithen," Elladan smirked.
"Not that little," Lothvaen responded, shifting slightly. "I would say the opposite, actually."
Elrohir flushed a dull red as Elladan and Orophin laughed aloud.
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Elvish translations: tôr dithen - little brother
tôren - my brother
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Title: Wooing an Elf Part 22
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Word count: 351
Beta: Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Summary: Erestor begins his confession to Elrond and receives a surprise.
Authors Note: The prompts used were 1 Dec 2006 - 'icicle' and 'cold'.
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"Sit down," Elrond instructed, retrieving a bottle of wine and some goblets.
Erestor and Glorfindel both sat, the advisor immediately beginning to twist his fingers on his lap. He glanced briefly at Glorfindel, who gave him a reassuring smile. "I feel cold," Erestor whispered. Glorfindel leaned over and placed his hand on one of the advisor's. He frowned slightly; Erestor's hand *was* cold, almost like an icicle.
"You will be fine," he whispered back, using both his hands to rub some warmth back into those of the advisor.
After pouring each of them some of the wine, Elrond sat down behind his desk. "Now, begin."
Erestor took a deep breath. "You know most of the story about Gil-galad and I, but not all. What I need to tell you is what happened the night before the battle."
Elrond took a sip of his wine before placing the goblet on his desk. His fingers in a steeple, the Lord of Imladris sighed. "If you are going to tell me about the argument you had with Gil-galad that night, I already know about it."
"You do?" Erestor could only stare at Elrond, dumbfounded. "He told you?"
"Yes, he told me." Elrond took another sip of his wine. "When I said that it was time you forgave yourself, I meant for everything. The fact you argued with Gil-galad, the fact that you could not have saved him, the fact that you have been foolish enough to carry this so-called guilt for millennia for no reason except your determination to make yourself suffer over virtually nothing!" Elrond had half-risen out of his chair, his voice rising at the same time. Taking in the stunned expressions on the elves before him, he gave an irritated sigh and sat back down again.
"Do you now finally accept that Glorfindel is your soul-mate?"
Erestor gave a small nod.
"Answer me! You have sorely tested my patience and that of Glorfindel's over the last two years; at least have the courtesy to reply properly."
"Yes, I have." Erestor's voice was quiet, but determined.
"Good. Now, when is the betrothal?"
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Title: Wooing an Elf Part 23
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Word count: 403
Beta: Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this.
Feedback: Yes please…
Archiving: Library of Moria; Melethryn; OEAM; Glorfindel Group Archive; Elves, Warriors and Scribes Archive; otherwise, please ask
Summary: Erestor puts his foot down.
Authors Note: The prompt used was 2 Dec 2006 - 'mountains'.
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Both elves stared at Elrond in shock.
"Excuse me?" Glorfindel managed to splutter. "Betrothal? Do you not think you are being a little hasty?"
A knock on the door stopped Elrond from replying. "Enter!" he barked.
The door opened cautiously to reveal Elladan. "Is everything all right, Adar?" he asked. "We heard you shouting and…"
"Everything is fine, Elladan. The three of us were just discussing betrothal details."
Elladan's eyes widened. Taking in the embarrassed expression on Glorfindel's face and the mutinous one on Erestor's, he decided the easiest thing to do was to make a strategic withdrawal. He pasted a large smile on his face. "Then there is nothing to worry about! I will leave you to sort out the details. Do not worry," he added, as Glorfindel and Erestor's heads turned towards him, "I shall not say a word. I will leave it to you to make the announcement." He closed the door and leaned against it, the previously fake smile replaced by a genuine grin. If the look on Erestor's face was anything to go by, then the betrothal announcement was going to be a long time in coming.
Elrond rose from behind his desk and walked to the window, staring into the distance at one of the many mountains that helped to protect Imladris.
"Elrond?" Erestor asked quietly, but there was a hint of underlying steel in his voice. "Do you not think you are…preempting things a little? I have only just managed to reconcile myself to…"
"Glorfindel has, in effect, been courting you for the last two years," Elrond stated resolutely.
The seneschal stared. "I have?"
Elrond turned. "Have you not?"
"He has not. All that has occurred has been the meeting of two elves over wine and chess, in friendship, nothing more. Glorfindel has not stated he was courting me, nor has he asked to do so. If anything, the courtship begins now. We may be soul-mates, but I will not be pushed." Erestor rose from his chair. "Now, if you will excuse me, I would like to retire." He began making his way to the door, then turned. "Are you coming, Glorfindel?"
Glorfindel, totally bewildered, looked at the advisor. "Coming? Oh…of, course." The seneschal followed Erestor out of the room, but not before glancing at Elrond. The elf stood at the window, an enigmatic smile on his face.
As the door closed, Elrond's smile broadened. "Finally!"
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Elvish translations: Adar - daddy
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Title: Wooing an Elf Part 24
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Word count: 221
Beta: Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this.
Feedback: Yes please…
Archiving: Library of Moria; Melethryn; OEAM; Glorfindel Group Archive; Elves, Warriors and Scribes Archive; otherwise, please ask
Summary: The courtship finally begins.
Authors Note: The prompts used were 3 Dec 2006 - 'curse' and 'bless/blessings'.
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"Did you mean what you said?"
"Meant what?" Erestor asked absently, his mind on Elrond's strange behaviour.
"That our courtship begins now."
Erestor stopped. "Well, does it not?"
Glorfindel took a deep breath before replying. "I can not help but think that Elrond had a point - that I had been, in fact, courting you for the last two years. It is just that we have not called it as such."
"Do not even start on that. I shall reiterate what I told Elrond - you never asked me if you could court me, nor did I ever say you could. End of discussion." Erestor continued down the corridor, muttering under his breath.
"What did you say?"
"I said: 'A curse on Elrond for his meddling'," Erestor stated bluntly.
Glorfindel raised an eyebrow. "A curse? That is being a little harsh, melethen," he said mildly.
"Well, I am not about to shower him with blessings, now am I?"
"I do not see why not. I consider it a blessing that you have finally opened up your heart and accepted that we belong together. If it took Elrond and his 'meddling' to help do that, then so be it."
Erestor looked at the elf that had captured his heart. "I suppose there is that," he admitted grudgingly.
Glorfindel smiled. "Then let our courtship begin."
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Elvish translations: melethen - my love
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Title: Wooing an Elf Part 25
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Word count: 296
Beta: Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this.
Feedback: Yes please…
Archiving: Library of Moria; Melethryn; OEAM; Glorfindel Group Archive; Elves, Warriors and Scribes Archive; otherwise, please ask
Summary: Elrond confesses to Elladan.
Authors Note: The prompts used were 4 Dec 2006 - 'disrobe' and 'wrapping'.
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Elrond began to disrobe. It had been a long day but, in the end, a successful one in his eyes. Erestor had finally taken that step and was allowing Glorfindel to court him properly. He was in the process of wrapping a robe around himself when there was a knock at his door. Elrond knew without opening that it would be his eldest.
"You may come in, Elladan."
The elder twin stepped inside the room, a rueful smile on his face. "I will not even ask how you knew it was me."
"Considering your interest in what has been happening between our advisor and seneschal, I would be a fool not to know," Elrond responded.
"Are they betrothed?" Elladan asked.
Elrond shook his head. "No, not yet."
"Then why did you say before you were discussing betrothal details?"
"To spur Erestor into action. I knew full well they would not betroth themselves to each other straight away; there is the small matter of a courtship to go through first. Even though Glorfindel and Erestor had been seeing each other for the last two years, it was not a true courtship."
"I do not understand. To spur Erestor into action? How?"
"He has accepted Glorfindel into his heart, his life. It was he who stated that 'the courtship begins now'."
Elladan looked at his father, a bemused smile on his face. "Would it not have been easier to tell them they should start courting?"
Elrond grinned. "And miss out on their reactions? Allow your father a little amusement, ionen. And it brought back the Erestor we all have grown to love. I think this courtship will provide some fireworks that will rival those of Gandalf."
Elladan began to laugh, and was soon joined by his father.
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Elvish translations:
ionen - my son
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TBC in "Courting an Elf" here.