Title: Courting an Elf Part 1 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrohir/Lothvaen, Elladan/Orophin Rating: PG Summary: The courtship becomes official. Genre: Romance Warnings: None Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Word count: 327 Beta(s): Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649) Author’s note: The prompts used were 5 Dec 2006 – ‘sticky’ and ‘syrup’; 2 Mar 2007 – ‘honey’. ************************ The next morning saw the elves gradually appearing in the dining hall to break their fast. Elrond watched as Elrohir and Lothvaen entered the hall, and he smiled as he saw the still slightly stunned expression on his younger son’s face. Lothvaen, on the hand, had a very smug look about him. Elrond had no illusions as to what had happened between the two, and was pleased the scribe had taken the chance to approach his son. Next to enter were Elladan and Orophin. There was an air of sadness surrounding the two elves; Orophin was due to leave later that morning to return to Lothlórien. Elrond knew that for the next few days his eldest son would be melancholy. Elladan would not admit it, but he cared deeply for the Galadhel; however, Elrond was concerned that Orophin’s feelings for his son were not the same. Only time would tell. Erestor came next, but he was on his own. Where was Glorfindel? Elrond was certain that the two elves had not spent the night together – their relationship was still a little too fragile for that. But he had expected the two to enter the dining room together. Was Erestor still resisting? Elrond sighed and wiped his fingers on his napkin, sticky from the syrup he had poured onto his honey cakes. A murmur rose as Glorfindel entered the hall, carrying a dark red rose. Approaching Erestor, he bowed slightly before offering the flower to the advisor. All eyes watched avidly as Erestor accepted the rose, his face suffusing in colour till it almost matched the bloom he held in his hand. Embarrassed, he laid the flower next to his plate while the seneschal sat down in the empty chair next to him. Elrond smiled broadly. By accepting the flower, Erestor had signalled that he had officially agreed to being courted by Glorfindel. Satisfied, Elrond leaned back in his chair. He couldn’t wait for the fireworks to begin. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Title: Courting an Elf Part 2 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel Rating: PG Summary: Glorfindel comes up with a strange request. Genre: Romance Warnings: Sexual innuendo Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Word count: 352 Beta(s): Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649) Author’s note: The prompts used were 6 Dec 2006 – ‘twirl’ and ‘dance’; 12 Dec 2006 – ‘sword’ and ‘sheath’ ************************ “Care to dance?” Erestor stared at Glorfindel. “Excuse me? Did I just hear you ask me to dance?” “You did,” Glorfindel responded gravely. The dark-haired advisor managed – only just – to stifle a sigh of irritation. “Glorfindel, it may have escaped your notice, but we are in my room, playing chess. There is no music to speak of. To what, pray tell, do you wish to dance to?” “Does there need to be music to dance?” “It would help.” The sarcasm was now evident in Erestor’s voice. “Ah, melethen, I need no music to dance to. However, if it will please you, I can hum a tune as I twirl you around the table.” Erestor sat back in his chair and eyed the seneschal. “You did not tell me you were…musical.” Glorfindel gave a slight shrug to his shoulders. “You never asked. There is much about me that you do not know. Just imagine, melethen, how much fun you will have finding out all my hidden talents.” “Really,” Erestor drawled. “Somehow, though, I get the feeling that your definition of talent and mine will differ greatly.” “Are you suggesting that I have no talents to speak of?” Glorfindel leaned forward to look intently at the advisor. Now it was Erestor’s turn to shrug. “Well, admittedly, you are excellent with your sword.” Glorfindel smiled. “Sword, Erestor? Which ‘sword’, specifically, were you referring to?” It took a moment for Erestor to understand what Glorfindel meant. When it finally sank in, he looked sharply at the seneschal, who was once again relaxing in his chair with apparent nonchalance. “You know very well what I am referring to,” the advisor snapped a little angrily. Glorfindel merely grinned. “Oh, I do know. But I promise you, melethen, you will soon find out what my other ‘sword’ is capable of doing, and where exactly I will sheath it.” Rising from his chair, he went over to Erestor and placed a gentle kiss on the top of his head. “Maer fuin, melethen. I shall see you in the morning.” Whistling, the seneschal left the room, leaving Erestor in stunned silence. ************************ Elvish translations: maer fuin – good night melethen – my love *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Title: Courting an Elf Part 3 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel Rating: PG Summary: Erestor has unruly thoughts. Genre: Romance Warnings: None Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Word count: 354 Beta(s): Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649) Author’s note: The prompts used were 7 Dec 2006 – ‘birth’ and ‘challenge’ ************************ Sighing, Erestor tried to concentrate on the report he was writing. However, it was proving difficult as Glorfindel’s words from the week before were continuing to haunt him. The seneschal had made no further reference to that night, for which Erestor was thankful. He was not going to admit to the golden-haired warrior, but he wanted very much to find out what Glorfindel’s other ‘sword’ was capable of, and wondered how long it would be before it would finally eventuate. Erestor threw down his quill. He was not going to get any work done at this rate, not with his thoughts teasing him. A walk was in order, he decided, anything to try and distract him and rid him of his unruly thoughts. Making his way outside, he took a deep breath and looked around him. Despite the warm summer days, everything was still green and lush. “How goes it, Erestor?” The advisor turned to see Elrond walking down the path towards him. “How goes what, Elrond?” he asked in return. “If you refer to the courtship, I can not help but think that giving birth to a balrog would probably be a lot easier.” “You exaggerate,” Elrond said mildly. “However, I can see that your courtship would be a challenge.” Erestor could only nod in agreement. “You are afraid.” The advisor turned to look at Elrond. “Am I so obvious?” “Glorfindel is a warrior, Erestor. Nothing you can say or do will ever change that. He is sworn to protect me, my family and, in turn, all those that reside here.” Elrond’s mien was sombre. “You know that Sauron has not truly been defeated. The One Ring still exists, though its whereabouts remain hidden – for now. But I fear it will soon reappear and, when it does, Sauron’s power will once more grow. Then all the peoples of Middle-earth will need to join if we are to have any hope of destroying Sauron once and for all.” Erestor was quiet for a moment. “I know,” he finally responded. “But I do not wish to think about that, not just yet. I can not.” *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*