Title: Dream or reality?
Type: FPS
Author: zilah (zilah_o_imladris@yahoo.com)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Sad but true: they are not mine. I just play with them.
No one pays me.
Warnings: None, this time
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, of course!
Beta: My dear Agie! Thank you so much!
Author's Notes: This story is written as birthday-present for my dear
Tena.
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel. And Zilah messing with them. Do you
really want to know more? If so, read ahead!
Feedback: I would be so happy if you tell me what you think.

Enjoy,

zilah

DREAM OR REALITY?

Glorfindel walked towards his chambers, completely exhausted but
content. He had worked hard to get Imladris' borders safe and now it
seemed that his efforts hadn't gone in vain. It had been months since
orcs or other foul creatures had dared to come even near to the lands
of the Last Homely House. Now he needed only a bath and maybe a good
meal to feel like an elf again.

Glorfindel opened the door but stopped in his tracks; someone had
been in his chambers. His gaze scanned trough the room, and his
thoughts raced. There were several candles lit around the room and
fresh flowers in a vase. Glorfindel thought that his room seemed much
warmer and more inviting with these little changes. Someone had
obviously put in much effort to cheer him up.

"Who in Arda…… this all was not done by servants……"

Glorfindel noticed that the door to his bathing chambers was slightly
ajar. He went to look, and smiled happily after noticing that a hot,
scented bath was waiting for him. Glorfindel didn't bother to wonder
anymore who it was that had done this all for him; first he would
enjoy this lovely surprise. He quickly shed his clothes and sat in
the tub, sighing with pleasure.

After long and enjoyable bath, Glorfindel stepped back to the living
room, and heard a knock on his door. He opened it, and saw the
servant in the corridor.

"Someone asked me to bring this tray for you, Lord Glorfindel," the
elf said with a bow. Glorfindel took the tray, almost forgetting to
thank the servant because he was so stunned. What did this all mean?
Who had done this all for him, and more importantly, why?

Glorfindel ate the delicious meal, which was made up of all his
favorite foods. He was happy that he didn't need to go to the Great
Hall for dinner; he was far too tired for that. After eating, he
headed straight to the bedroom and saw one more surprise.

His bed was made with the finest silken sheets and softest pillows,
and was now warm and inviting. Without thinking, Glorfindel removed
his robes and slipped under the blanket, completely naked. He could
only sigh with pleasure; the bed was exactly as comfortable as it had
seemed. It didn't take long before he was deep in slumber.

* * * *

Glorfindel was happy, but also confused, when the same treatment
started to be repeated every night. Every single evening, he found
candles and flowers in his rooms, and the bath and bed waiting for
him. A meal was brought to him every time he didn't go to the Great
Hall for the dinner.

Who cared for him so much that they bothered to do all this?
Glorfindel hadn't the slightest idea. He had lived in Imladris almost
two years now after returning from the Halls of Waiting, but there
hadn't been anyone special in his second life. Many had tried to
pursue him, but he wasn't interested of casual relationships, nor
that senseless hero-worshipping that only annoyed him. And still he
longed for something more than this: he wanted someone to love and
share his life with. But so far, no one of his many suitors had
touched his heart. Glorfindel was alone because the one he wanted
didn't love him.

Erestor, the chief councilor of Imladris. Beautiful beyond words, and
with great spirit. The fierce, raven-haired beauty had stolen
Glorfindel's heart at the very first moment they had met. But despite
his kindness, Erestor had never shown any signs of deeper feelings
towards him.

Oh aye, Glorfindel knew full well that his love would stay beyond his
reach forever. So, why he was once again dreaming about Erestor, even
if he knew his desire was impossible? Sometimes Glorfindel had even
dreamed of him standing beside his bed. Erestor always smiled at him,
and then leaned closer to kiss him. Glorfindel could almost feel
Erestor's tender kiss on his cheek…… he could almost hear the smooth
voice whispering to him:

"Sweet dreams, meleth nín……"

"I hoped that you weren't just a dream…… I hoped you were mine
forever…… Erestor nín……"

* * * *

Erestor stared at the slumbering Glorfindel, completely shocked. He
couldn't believe his ears. He had finally heard in Glorfindel's
sleepy mumblings those words he had wanted to hear for so long! He
had fallen in love with this beautiful elf at first sight. Erestor
had hidden his feelings, believing them hopeless. But the time went
on and Glorfindel hadn't taken a lover, despite his many admirers.
And lately the elda had began to seem tired and lonely.

It was then that Erestor had begun to bring these little gifts for
Glorfindel, wanting to cheer him up. And sometimes, when he was sure
that Glorfindel was already deep in sleep, he had dared to go and
whisper his good nights to him, and even kiss him.

Despite his shock, Erestor managed to sneak away without waking
Glorfindel, but his heart was in complete turmoil. After a sleepless
night, he sent Elrond a message and took the day off. He knew he
couldn't concentrate on his work, not now when he had so much to
think about.

* * * *

Glorfindel climbed into his bed and as usual, enjoyed its comfort.
But his heart was sad. Was it really so, that there was no one for
him? Was it really so, that no one really wanted him, the real him,
not the famous Balrog-slayer? He tossed and turned, and this time it
took quite a long time before he slept.

"Sweet dreams, meleth nín."

"I hoped that you weren't just a dream…… I hoped you were mine
forever…… Erestor nín," Glorfindel whispered again, this time so
quietly that Erestor barely heard him.

"I am real, meleth nín…… I am real, if you just want me to be."

Glorfindel shifted restlessly, thinking that his dream was far too
real this time. He needed to stop this hopeless longing before he
went mad. He struggled to open his eyes.

* * * *

The vision he saw before his very eyes took his breath away. It was
Erestor, standing beside his bed; it was, and still it wasn't. This
elf wasn't the stern chief councilor of Imladris. No, this was a
beautiful but shy elf who seemed very young, and almost vulnerable.
And all this made him even more tempting in Glorfindel's eyes.

"I want you to be real," he whispered, without believing his luck. He
didn't care anymore if this was real or a dream. He only knew that he
had to have this elf and make him his. And then Erestor granted his
wish. He shed his robes and stood before him, naked and beautiful.

Glorfindel extended his hand and Erestor came closer. He wept with
joy when they finally made love, just as deliciously as he had always
dreamed of.

* * * *

Glorfindel woke slowly, trying to grasp his lover beside him, but his
hands reached only emptiness.

"Erestor? Meleth? Where are you?" he called, but no one appeared. He
rose quickly, thinking that maybe he would find his lover in the
bathroom, but the outcome of his search was devastating: he was
alone.

Whoever had been with him last night had gone and left him.

With chilling sureness, Glorfindel knew that there never will be
another. He loved his beautiful dream lover, more than he had ever
loved anyone. Desperate, Glorfindel sank to the floor and began to
cry, more hopelessly than he had ever done.

He didn't hear the door opening. Suddenly Erestor just was there, and
Glorfindel found himself staring into dark, worried eyes.

"What is wrong, meleth? Tell me…… you break my heart when you cry like
that," Erestor said gently, feeling tears in his own eyes, too.
Glorfindel's misery was too much for him to bear. He thought that
they both were finally happy.

"I thought that you were only a dream. I just…… it was too much. I
have loved you for so long, Erestor. From the very first moment I saw
you, I knew that there would never be another for me."

Erestor wept now in earnest, and he cradled Glorfindel in his arms,
kissing him all over again.

"I wish I had known that, meleth nín! This isn't a dream, I swear to
you. I was just fetching breakfast for us. I thought you were still
sleeping. Forgive me, meleth. I will be yours always, if you want me
to be," Erestor finally said, his voice thick with emotion.

"Are you? Are you really? Bind with me then, bind with me now,"
Glorfindel whispered. He didn't want to wait anymore; not even one
single moment. He wanted to be sure that Erestor would really be his,
forever and always.

* * * *

And so it happened that those two sealed their love with unbreakable
bonds and vows. Glorfindel found that the special treatment Erestor
had started for him never stopped. But best of them all was that now
his beautiful raven-haired hervenn was always waiting for him.

FIN.