Title: Courting an Elf Part 14 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elladan, Elrohir Rating: PG Summary: Elladan and Elrohir talk. 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: 292 Beta(s): Aglarien Author’s note: The prompts used were 19 Dec 2006 – ‘saddle’ and ‘fish’ ************************ Legolas had been right. Elladan had been outside, pacing the courtyard, his face showing irritation as his brother appeared. “Finally,” he had snapped, leaving Elrohir stunned. They had ridden in silence for the first hour, but whatever it was that was bothering Elladan was making the silence uncomfortable. Finally Elrohir could not take it any more. “What is wrong, tôren?” he asked quietly. “Should there be something wrong?” Elladan responded testily. Elrohir shifted slightly in his saddle. “This is not like you, Elladan. Has it something to do with the missive you received yesterday?” Watching Elladan flinch made Elrohir realise that he had hit upon the truth. “Was it from Orophin?” Elladan did not reply immediately but, when he did, Elrohir could hear the sadness in his brother’s voice. “Aye, it was from Orophin. He writes that he has met someone else and thinks himself in love.” Elladan turned to look at his brother. “I thought he cared about me,” he whispered. Elrohir reached out and clasped his brother’s arm. “I have no doubt he did,” he said carefully. “But mayhap he did not care as much for you as you did for him.” “You suspected, did you not?” Knowing he could not lie to his brother, Elrohir nodded. “And father, too,” he said. Elladan said nothing, but turned his gaze to the path before them. “Shall we try and catch some fish later for our dinner?” The change in subject did not surprise Elrohir. He knew from past experience that his brother, when he did not wish to speak of something unpleasant, would change the topic. But Elrohir also knew that when Elladan was ready, he would speak of it again. He just needed the time to deal with it first. ************************ Elvish translations: tôren – my brother *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Title: Courting an Elf Part 15 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel Rating: PG Summary: Elrond and Erestor remember. 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: 395 Beta(s): Aglarien Author’s note: The prompts used were 20 Dec 2006 – ‘home’ and ‘hearth’; 21 Feb 2007 – ‘anniversary’; 6 Mar 2007 – ‘nana/naneth’; 7 Mar 2007 – ‘ion’; 9 Apr 2007 – ‘miruvor’ ************************ “When do you expect your sons to return home?” Elrond raised his head from the report he was reading and regarded his advisor. “Within the day, hopefully. I have been able to mind-speak with Elrohir; they have not met with anything untoward.” “But?” Sighing, the elven lord placed the parchment on the desk before him. “Elladan has had word from Orophin. While Elrohir was not able to go into detail, it seems Orophin has found someone new, and this has upset his brother.” “You are not surprised by this,” Erestor said. Elrond shook his head. “Unfortunately, no. I had suspected for some time that it would come to this. My ion sometimes gives his heart too readily and pays the price for it.” Moving towards the hearth, Erestor stoked the fire before rising and facing Elrond once more. “He will soon realise that Orophin was not the elf for him. In the meantime, we can ease the pain he feels.” “True, mellonen, true.” He rose from his chair and made his way to the small table standing before the fire. “Join me?” he asked, motioning to the miruvor and goblets. Knowing what this day was, Erestor nodded. “This anniversary is always difficult for you.” It was a statement rather than a question, and Elrond smiled weakly. “It is difficult for all of us. It is the day my children lost their Naneth, I my wife.” “You did not lose your wife, Elrond. She still lives, though it is in the Undying Lands. Even now she waits for you, your children. And always she lives here,” Erestor said, pointing to the place in Elrond’s chest where the elven lord’s heart beat. “She is not lost, nor forgotten. Just sadly missed.” Elrond’s eyes shone with unshed tears. “Hannon le, Erestor,” he said quietly. Erestor’s voice was brusque. “There is no need to thank me, Elrond.” “I know. But I do, anyway.” He poured some of the miruvor into the goblets, then handed one of them to the advisor. “How goes it between you and Glorfindel?” Erestor gave a small shrug. “Well enough, I suppose.” “Meaning?” The dark-haired elf sighed. “Leave it be, Elrond. I know you worry and only wish to help, but it is between Glorfindel and me.” Elrond looked at Erestor gravely. “Very well, but should you wish to talk, I am willing to listen.” ************************ Elvish translations: hannon le – thank you ion – son mellonen – my friend Naneth – Mother *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Title: Courting an Elf Part 16 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel Rating: PG Summary: The twins return home, and Glorfindel and Erestor exchange words. 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: 456 Beta(s): Aglarien Author’s note: The prompts used were 21 Dec 2006 – ‘reunion’ and ‘family’; 13 Jan 2007 – ‘sudden/suddenly’; 14 Jan 2007 – ‘danger’; 17 Feb 2007 – ‘entice’; 29 Mar 2007 – ‘quiet’; 4 Mar 2007 – ‘lock’ ************************ The twins returned later that day and enjoyed a quiet reunion with their family. Arwen was especially pleased to have her brothers home. All too often she feared for them, knowing their penchant for jumping into danger with little regard for their own safety. Erestor and Glorfindel watched the small family. This particular day was always filled with sadness; no matter how much time had passed, Celebrían was keenly missed as much now as she was the day she sailed. Suddenly Glorfindel felt something, a whisper of a touch, and turned to look at Erestor. The advisor had a lock of Glorfindel’s hair between his fingers. The seneschal raised an eyebrow enquiringly, but Erestor merely smiled and continued to twirl the lock. Finally he spoke. “I love your hair, Glorfindel. I love the feel of it; I love the colour…melethron valthen.” Erestor’s voice had dropped to a seductive whisper. “Can I entice you to have dinner with me in my rooms tonight?” Glorfindel swallowed. There was a sensual look about Erestor that made the seneschal forget everything else around him. “And what happens after dinner?” he managed to rasp out. “There is only one way to find out,” Erestor purred. Glorfindel was feeling unsure. One part wanted to accept without question, but the other part wanted to know what had brought about this change. “Glorfindel?” Erestor laid his hand on the seneschal’s arm, bringing him back to the present. “Forgive me, melethen, I am afraid my thoughts were elsewhere.” Glorfindel smiled at Erestor. “What were you thinking about?” Taking one last look at Elrond and his children, Glorfindel drew the advisor further back down the corridor. “I find myself confused, Erestor. One moment you wish for nothing to happen, the next moment you behave like a wanton. What is it to be, Erestor? Do you want me to take you to bed, to ravish you? Or do you wish to remain chaste till we bond? Either way, I need to know. We can not continue in this vein.” The advisor recoiled slightly at Glorfindel’s words. “I thought you would want to spend some time alone with me,” he snapped. “And yes, pleasure you as well, should you have desired it.” Glorfindel studied the irate elf before him. “Why should it only be about pleasuring me?” he asked quietly. “Do you not think I would like to pleasure you, for us to pleasure each other?” “I do not wish to continue this ‘discussion’, Glorfindel,” Erestor said coldly. “If you do not wish to have dinner with me, then fine. Now, if you will excuse me, I have some work to complete.” In a swirl of robes Erestor was gone, leaving Glorfindel to stare at his retreating back. ************************ Elvish translations: melethen – my love melethron valthen – my golden lover *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*