Title & Chapter Number: Fate's Mirror 17/?
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Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: do not own these characters, they are the property of Tolkien, and I am sure he would be horrified if he read this…
Warnings: This story is rated NC-17 and contains male slash pairings and explicit sexual content. If you find this offensive, or you are under-age, I strongly suggest you stop now.
Betas: Larian Elensar
Cast: Erestor, Glorfindel, Gildor, Thranduil
Timeline: SA
Spoilers: None
Summary: Set during the second half of the second age. Reincarnated Glorfindel returns to Lindon from the Halls of Mandos. Erestor and Glorfindel share an awkward moment on the road to love, Erestor lays plans for wooing Glorfindel.
Notes: I have yet to read the Unfinished Tales or History of ME, so I know there will be inaccuracies in this - so consider this AU.
December, 1701, Second Age, Imladris
Erestor was still reeling from the conversation he had with Gildor that morning as he walked down the halls of the Last Homely House. His mind swam with both fears and possibilities. If Gildor was correct, and Glorfindel really did love him, then… He paused in mid-stride, his eyes closed as he leaned on his staff. His heart nearly leapt out of his chest at the thought of it, the mere idea that Glorfindel could be his was almost more than he could bear. He was surprised by how he felt; but then he had never really been in love before. Of lovers, he had plenty; he had shared bed and body with both male and female many times in his long life. But his heart had never been shared, it was still untouched.
He had always believed that the Doom of the Noldor had been what had kept him from opening up to those who would have loved him. To be forever alone, his heart forever locked away from any whom would touch it, that was how the Doom effected him. Now, now he had a chance to break free of this curse to open his heart and know real love for the first time in his life.
He resumed his trip down the long halls to the kitchens. He had a very special plan he needed to set in motion; this would be a night for both he and Glorfindel to remember in ages to come.
~*~*~*~
Glorfindel paced fretfully back and forth in front of the large fireplace in his room. He mumbled to himself as he tried to find what words he should say to one of his dearest friends, to the one whom he had wanted almost everyday since his new life began. He paused in his gait holding out his hands as he imagined saying the words to Erestor for the first time. "Erestor," he began, "you and I…" He shook his head and muttered, "No, that is not right." He turned and resumed pacing and stopped again. "Erestor, your beauty has…" He shook his head again, harder this time. "Oh, by the Valar, no…" He placed his hands over his face and groaned. "Gods, I do not know the words, I am not a poet…"
He plopped down upon the carpet, sitting cross-legged and staring into the fire. "How do you tell your dearest friend that you are in love with him?" he asked the empty room.
A deep voice echoed in his mind, "How did you tell me?"
Glorfindel closed his eyes and whispered, "I did not. I was too afraid to ever say the words."
The deep voice answered, "Nay, meleth, that is not true. Your lips said volumes as you pressed them to mine. I knew what was in your heart the first time you kissed me."
"Ai, Ecthelion," Glorfindel whispered. "You and I were kindred spirits, alike in mind and temperament. Erestor is…"
"Oh, my golden one," the deep voice answered. "You forget who your love truly is. He is more than the somber advisor. He too is a warrior, a fire burns within him, it is merely buried beneath the façade he wears; he comes from the line of Fëanor, fire is in his blood. Find it, touch it, and he will be yours, as I was."
Glorfindel smiled as he opened his eyes, whispering to the empty room, "Yes, of course, mellonamin. You are correct as you always are." He rose from the floor, feeling calmer and more at peace than he had in years. He departed his chamber to seek out Erestor before attending to his duties for the day.
~*~*~*~
Erestor carefully instructed the kitchen staff to prepare a very special dinner of succulent roast vegetables, fresh bread, rich cheeses and roast meats, and decadent desserts for him and Glorfindel that night. The chambermaids were instructed to prepare his room with candles and fresh flowers, a fire in the hearth, fresh silk sheets upon his bed, and to restock the oils in his bath. He was on his way down the path to check the wine stock and select the perfect bottle for that evening.
As he rounded the corner he nearly crashed headlong into his love interest, who was apparently just as distracted as he was. He reached out and caught Glorfindel's cloak as his staff clattered to the ground.
Glorfindel caught Erestor by the arms and quickly pulled him to his chest, supporting the Noldo's weight when he felt him falter for just a moment. His breath caught in his throat as he looked down at Erestor, who he just then realized was a bit shorter than he was. "Erestor…" he said softly. "Are you all right?"
Erestor closed his eyes, cursing himself for his lack of attention and the awkward way he clutched Glorfindel's cloak. "I am so tired of not feeling like myself," he grumbled, "and I am so tired of that cursed staff!"
Glorfindel smiled gently, one hand coming up to caress the length of raven hair beneath it, the other hand travelling to the small of the Noldo's back. "I think you feel just fine," he answered, "I think you feel perfect, in fact."
Erestor turned his wide pewter eyes up to meet the Vanya's azure gaze. In that moment, he would have been happy to drown in Glorfindel's eyes. The awkward grip he had on Glorfindel's cloak relaxed and he opened his mouth to speak; but for the first time in his life, he could not find the words to say.
Glorfindel held Erestor in his arms so very gently, cradling him as if he were a precious jewel. "Erestor," he began. Then he remembered Ecthelion's words to him that morning, and instead of finishing his sentence, he pressed his lips to those of his friend instead.
Erestor gasped quietly as Glorfindel's lips descended upon his own, and as the warrior kissed him his hands traveled into his golden mane and he moaned quietly. Never in all his long life, with all his lovers, had he been kissed with so much passion, so much tenderness, so much… love. He returned the kiss in equal measure, trying to convey through it what he could not seem to express in words.
Glorfindel moaned quietly into the kiss; never had one tasted so sweet. He deepened the kiss, striving for more, needing, wanting more of this wondrous Noldo he held in his arms. He groaned quietly as he felt Erestor's fingers tangle in his hair and he fought the urge to crush him to his chest, to touch every inch of his beautiful body. He felt so good, smelled so good, tasted so good; he could not believe he had waited so long to do this.
"Echem!"
Glorfindel and Erestor separated as their moment of bliss was interrupted by the sound of their Lord clearing his throat. Erestor started to step back and was caught by the elbow by Glorfindel as he started to falter. He was, in that moment, profoundly grateful for the warrior's presence or he would have fallen backward into the brush and snow.
"Lord Elrond," he began nervously. "I… we…"
"My Lord," Glorfindel took over for him. "Please excuse the lack of decorum, but when I found Erestor in my arms I was unable to resist."
Elrond placed his hand over his mouth and stifled a chuckle that nearly escaped, and cleared his throat again.
Erestor blurted out, "I was not paying attention to where I was going, I was… preoccupied. I came around the corner and crashed into poor Glorfindel and dropped my staff. Glorfindel was kind enough to keep me from tumbling into the brush."
"Ah, yes… poor Glorfindel, that was kind indeed." His lips twitched as he struggled not to smile. "I see. Well, it is understandable that you would react in such a way, Glorfindel." He coughed again, still trying to conceal his mirth. "Please forgive me for such an untimely intrusion, but I am afraid I must see Erestor immediately, and I believe Gildor needs your assistance in the armory."
Glorfindel bowed his head. "Yes, my Lord. I will see to Gildor right away."
Elrond bent down and retrieved Erestor's staff and returned it to him. "I will see you in my office when you are able, Erestor." He smiled and turned on his heel, heading back up the path toward his chambers. He was able to contain his laughter until he was well out of earshot of the two lovers, however, many wondered what the cause of their Lord's laughter was as he walked through the Last Homely House.
Erestor looked up at Glorfindel as he leaned on his staff. A kind smile spread across the Vanya's lips as he bowed his head, and he reached out and caressed his golden mane once more.
Glorfindel struggled to contain the tremor in his voice, "I take my leave of you, my Lord. Though I do hope we can continue this at a later date?"
Erestor answered softly, "Yes, I would like that."
Glorfindel smiled charmingly. "Until later then." He took up Erestor's free hand, and placed a soft kiss upon it and turned to go back down the path toward the barracks.
Erestor ambled up the path back toward Elrond's quarters when he realized he had forgotten to ask Glorfindel to have dinner with him. He turned around; his voice trailing off as he called him, realizing the warrior was already gone.
~*~*~*~
Erestor sat at his desk in his office, signing an elegantly written invitation to dinner for Glorfindel. He dusted it with fine sand, gently brushed it off and folded it, sealing it and handing it to his assistant. "Place this under Lord Glorfindel's door please."
Melpomaen took the invitation and bowed his head. "Right away, my Lord."
Erestor watched his young assistant leave and he turned and looked out the window. Melpomaen was ever diligent, always making himself available even on his days off.
It was late afternoon, the evening meal would be served soon in the large dining room, and he wondered where Glorfindel was at that moment. He leaned back in his chair. Glorfindel would be returning to his rooms to bathe and dress for dinner within the hour, and he would find the invitation waiting for him.
His business with Lord Elrond that morning had been a bit awkward, but his old friend and Lord had done his best to pretend nothing had occurred. It appeared Gildor's return to Lindon via Eregion would be delayed until early summer. Lord Elrond was sending him and his followers to Greenwood with supplies to aid in the building of flets and the fortification of Oropher's realm. Gildor would assist in training new troops of young elves having just entered their majority to replace the warriors and archers Oropher had lost in the assault on Greenwood years ago.
He was relieved that Elrond did not instruct Glorfindel to go with Gildor, but he feared the warrior would still offer to. A sudden pang of jealousy stabbed at his heart when he thought of Glorfindel going to Greenwood and seeing Thranduil again. He did have to admit the Prince was of a bewitching beauty, but the thought of Thranduil trying to tempt the warrior back into his bed made his blood boil.
He rose from his chair and grasped his staff as he made his way back to his chamber to prepare for dinner that night.
~*~*~*~
Glorfindel made his way up the path toward his quarters to bathe for dinner. It appeared Lord Elrond was having dinner in the main hall that night so their nightly ritual of dinner in his private quarters was suspended. Gildor had informed him of Elrond's request that he travel to Greenwood, and he had to admit, for a brief moment he wished he was going with him so that he could see Thranduil once more. However, after the kiss he shared that morning with Erestor, he would not leave Imladris now for anything in the world. He was on the verge of having what he wanted for so long and his heart skipped at the thought of it.
Upon arriving at his chamber door, he espied the parchment sticking out from underneath it. He opened the door, retrieved the note, and closed the door behind him, opening it and reading it as he tossed his cloak upon a chair. He recognized Erestor's elegant penmanship immediately and saw that it was an invitation to dinner in his chamber. He smiled and placed the invitation upon his dressing table and began to unbutton his tunic. He realized he should bring something. Flowers seemed inappropriate; this was no maid he was wooing. Wine, that was it, he would go down and select a bottle of wine to bring.
In many of their long after-dinner conversations, Erestor had regaled him with his love of the grape. They discussed horticulture, cooperage, fermentation, harvesting, and many other wine related topics. While it may appear he had not really been listening, he actually was, and he had learned much about the art of wine making, as well as the art of choosing the right wine for the right occasion from his friend.
He gathered up his cloak and headed back out to the cellar to select a bottle of wine he thought Erestor would like, a smile gracing his lips as he quickly departed the main house.
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