Title: The Surprise Author: MatsChristiana Author's Email: matschristiana@seznam.cz Author's website: http://www.angelfire.com/vamp/matschristiana/homepage.htm Beta: Silverin, Zuzana Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel Rating: NC-17 Summary: One stormy night Erestor is wondering about his friend's interest in Lord Elrond which starts a fight. Within Glorfindel finds out that he didn't spend his passion night with the ruler of Rivendel. But who is his mysterious elf? A/N: Sequel The Chilly Comfort and Melting the ice (will come soon) The Surprise I. Stormy evening The night was dark as the depths of his eyes. The sky was ovecast by heavy clouds and crossed by lightenings which reminded him of passion in that eyes, their sheen was as reflections of burning candles on the fair elven skin. How smooth and silky was that skin as well as the dark tresses binding his arms... And last night it all belonged to him, to Lord Glorfindel. He underlaid his head by fine hand and looked at the fireplace. There he was, the object of his thoughts, sitting in a comfortable armchair. Noble features concentated while he read many pages of the book. Dark brown hair fell along his face on the violet-grey robe down to his hands. Delicate fingers caressed the spine of the book. He remembered very well their touch on his body... "Your turn," a cool voice suddenly disturbed him from his thoughts. He forced himself to avert his eyes and looked at his disturber. He sat at the other side of the game-table, his long-time friend, Erestor. With eyebrow arched in quiestion he waited for Glorfindel's reaction. What did he actualy want? Glorfindel lowered his eyes to the chessboard. They sat together nearby the window playing chess meanwhile outside there blew great guls. In the chamber there were also Elladan and Elrohir playing their harphs. They returned from another orc-hunt today. Glorfindel looked at the figure next to fireplace. He looked up and laid his eyes on the pair playing chess. He smiled slightly when he noticed Glorfindel's look. But then he lowered his eyes to the book again. "Could you stop staring at Elrond and play?" Erestor hissed. Chary to do it Glorfindel looked down at the playing- figures and made his move. Erestor sighed dramaticaly. "What's the matter with you today? You have not played so bad for centuries!" quickly he made his move and eyed his friend. Glorfindel forced himself not to give into his temptation to look at Lord Elrond again. Instead he tried to guess where their play was going. Erestor's fingers beating the table-desk confirmedh him that he had lost this game. He looked up at the black eyes opposite to him. "I'm sorry, I can't concentate," he apologized with smile. Erestor arched his eyebrow in guestion again. But there was no other sign of interest in his features. Glorfindel lingered for a while but then he leaned over the desk and whispered: "Did you know that Elrond had a quill and scroll tattooed above his heart? A very small in fact..." Satisfied he smiled when dark-haired elf's eyes widened and his hand popped to his chest where his heart was. Glorfindel nodded. "How... how do you know?" It was obvious Erestor tried not to show how affected he was. Even Glorfindel was surprised when he discovered that little tatoo last night. He had never noticed it. Again he laid his eyes on Elrond who continued reading unsuspected. "Promise it will stay only between us, at least at the meantime." Erestor took few deep breaths. So that was it! Now he understood why his friend was disatracted and unable to concentrate. Now he undestood his gaze while watching the ruler of Imladris. Erestor's eyes flashed but Glorfindel didn't notice because he was too occupied watching Elrond. Erestor tried to calm down his voice when speaking. "Are you sure?" he gritted his teeth. Glorfindel nodded with a smile. The last night was imprinted indelibly into his mind... It begun when he found his friend Erestor wandering down the dark coridors at the wakeful night. The idea of drinking down a few goblets of wine seemed to be perfect. Although Erestor expected Glorfindel to work one of his pranks on him or to challenge him to some verbal fight. But nothing like that happened, on the contrary in the comforting silence they accompanied each other lost in their own thoughts. Glorfindel felt many times that Erestor looked at him as if he was about to tell him something. But when their eyes met his eyes were lost to him, focusing on something at the distance, looking right through Glorfindel. Everytime he wished to ask what was Erestor's problem but every time he was held back by something in his mind. Instead of that he filled up his goblet with white wine. The drink proved to be more potent than he suspected. The last thing he remembered was that Erestor standing up to leave. Then Glorfindel fell asleep. He was woken up by hot mouth exploring his nape. He inclined his head to make a better access possible. He raised up his hands to delve his fingers into the long silky tresses embracing his body. Experienced hands stroked his chest while the lips slipped down to his collar bone and then to the shoulder and back. Their kisses were like touches of butterfly's wings even so they seemed to burn his skin. His body cried for more. And then those incredible lips moved up his nape to the tip of his ear. Intense pleasure flashed through his body to make him moan and widen his eyes. His body arched upwards and he rubbed his hips against his tormentor. Heavy breath caressed Glorfindel's ear. Experienced fingers took his chin and turned his head. For a moment in the light of a distant candle he caught the sight of dark eyes behind the same dark hair stroking his bare skin. He wanted to raise his hand to shift the tresses away but the elf bent down and joined their lips. They were hot and firm and experienced and surprisingly soft. And at that moment irresistible. They played with his lower lip. Then a tip of a velvet tongue touched the corner of his mouth. It slid down his bottom lip and darted out. Glorfindel closed his eyes. Silky fingers caressed his nape and moved down to his chest. They followed his pectoral muscle until they brushed the nipple. A wave of pleasure burst into his groin. The golden-haired elf took a sharp breath. The tongue immediately slid between his lips, slowly circled them until it shifted further and touched his teeth. And then it met Glorfindel's tongue. Glorfindel laid his hand on the silky shoulder from whence it stroked slender back under the soft hair to the curve of the hip. He growled when the elf released his lips. His chest was lifting in heavy breaths in the need of air. Light kisses dotted his jaw to the pointy ear where they stayed for a while caressing the curve of his ear. Gentle bite to its sensitive tip raised Glorfindel's hips again. He could feel the smile on that wicked lips which made his body burn with desire and clouded his mind. They slid down his nape and followed the hands to his chest. Thumbs teasingly circled his waiting nipples. Then the tongue licked one of them. Glorfindel gasped in surprise when hot mouth took it in. And while the tongue played with it, the second one was pinched by the fingers. Glorfindel threw his head back and moaned. Waved of pleasure joined in this groins and intensified. Elven free hand moved down on his ribs and slim waist to his hip. Meanwhile it stroked down his tight, hot mouth took the second nipple in. Golden-haired elf didn't stick at his nudity neither how he got into his bed, all of his thoughts were focused on the burning heat that the dark- haired elf evoked in him when that hand reached between his tights. Their lips met again in another long kiss wchich took his breath away. They silenced his passionate moan when their hard shafts touched and caressing fingers encircled them. He felt more gates of pleasure opening with every move of that hand that he didn't know so pleasurable. Glorfindel protested nearly despairing when the mysterious elf pulled away. But when he opened his eyes he could only gasp in surprise. He saw as the elf knelt above his throbbing member. An oily-wet palm stroked him and then the slender body decreased on him. He felt the tight hot depths opening slowly before him. It was more he could bear. He thrust in. His bounded mind barely noticed the painful moan when all of his lenght dived into that velvet body. Surprisingly strong hands grasped his waist to prevent him from moving. He tried to get through the curtain of dark hair covering the bent forward face this mysterious elf and embracing his slender body. But all his intentions were clouded when the elf started to move. Dark tresses flied as he threw his head back and moaned. A pure passion was presented to Glorfindel. Fascinated he raised his hands to caress the curve of the slender hips. His fingers moved over the muscles of the abdomen until they reached the chest. He noticed a little drawing above the wildly beating heart. He watched as the soft hand stroked the hard member but with every movement of their bodies it was more and more difficult to keep his eyes open. And when the hot walls contracted around him and he heard the sensual cream filling the quiet of his chamber Glorfindel felt the fire gathering in one place of his lower body burst forth to the every part of him. Behind the closed eyelids he could see thousands stars dancing like the great fireworks. He didn't know if he could bear such intense feeling which hadn't allowed him to take a breath and had stopped the beating of his heart... In the morning the dark-haired elf was gone. The only thing that assured Glorfindel it hadn't been all a dream was the heavy scent of their love-making. He induced a clouded vision of the slender body, dark tresses and deep eyes he caught sight of. It took him a while until he identified his mysterious elf. Erestor watched his friend with wide eyes when he finished his story and announced he was sure that the one and only Lord Elrond had been his mysterious visitor. Glorfindel smiled satisfied. He expected this news would be a shock for his cool friend. But there was something else written in those huge dark eyes he didn't recognise immediately because he looked again at the ruler of Imladris. Erestor's fair features blushed on his high cheek bones. "And are you so sure?" he snarled at Glorfindel who looked at him in surprise. Golden-haired elf nodded. Of course he was sure. Who else than Lord Elrond had the courage to enter his chambers uninvited? Who else had such unbound passion inside? He could feel it when he had met Elrond for the first time. He saw it when Elrond married Celebrķan. And now Celebrķan was gone... So why couldn't Elrond..." "And what if I tell you that you are wrong? That Lord Elrond did not enter your chambers last night," Erestor continued with his quiet voice which was dangerous enough for the most of the Imladris' elves to go off his way. Black eyes narrowed and pierced the blue pools opposite him. Glorfindel on the other hand never minded him. "Do you suggest that I imagine things?" he was put up back his friend didn't believe him. "Do you think I do not deserve HIM?" With one irate movement Erestor threw off the white and black playing-figures of the table. Had it ever been important what he thought? Every time Glorfindel had to argue with him even though he was wrong. Oh, he was so stubborn! Sometimes Erestor had even thought of beating a little common sense into his golden head. Angry Erestor stood up so his chair keeled over. Elladan and Elrohir stopped playing harphs in wonder to listen to yet another quarrel between their former tutors. Even Elrond looked up. Glorfindel and Erestor often argued but this time it didn't seem to be a simple quarrel. Erestor's patience reached its peak. Erestor rested his hands on the table, leaned over to his friend and yelled: "You were so drunk you don't know who you slept with!" Glorfindel looked in surprise as Erestor's fair skin beamed until the shining light around him was nearly palpable. Black eyes flashed with dangerous fire, dark tresses flew around angry face. He had never seen his friend loosing his self control to this degree. Many times Erestor was cross with him after some inappropriate prank. But this time the whole streght of his elven being piled up around him... Frightened the golden-haired elf watched as Erestor, all flying black robes, came to Lord Elrond who observed them carefully. He grabed his arm and pulled him from the armchair. He draged the ruler in front of Glorfindel. Without any word he clutched his robe and tore it apart. Completely thunderstruck Glorfindel watched as Erestor pushed Elrond close to him and yelled again: "See, nothing! Nothing!" Then he turned and left quickly. A long time sounded furious slam in Glorfindel's ears. He could only stare at that door, motionless. A long while passed until Lord Elrond made a move to cover his bare chest. "What is it supposed to mean? What did you do to him this time?" Elrond asked. Wide blue eyes looked up at him. Behind them puzzled pieces of thoughts flickered. None tatoo... Elrond... That had not been Elrond... How did Erestor know?... Why was he so angry? Maybe... maybe Erestor and Elrond?... But who was his mysterious elf? II. The Silence There was a knock on the door to the library. The handle clicked but the door didn't open. Erestor looked up from a scroll he read by the light of one candle. He closed his eyes for a moment. He didn“t wish to see anybody. He wished to be alone, to disappear into the air. How could he loose his self control so easily? He ruined one of the most expensive of Elrond's robes. His behavior was inexcusable. The knock sounded again. "Go away!" he snapped. He knew Glorfindel would come to speak with him. But the last thing he wished was to see him. He didn't know where all his anger had come from. "It's me, Elrond," said the voice from the corridor. Erestor sighed. His anger diminished. He stood up heavily and came to the door. He unlocked it and stepped back. He returned to his desk near the window. He heard the door opening and Elrond came in. The door closed. The silent footsteps came to him. He couldn't look at Elrond. He made a complete fool of himself and there was no excuse for him. A gentle hand touched his shoulder. The advisor bowed his head and his heavy tresses covered his face. What should he say? How could he apologize? "Erestor," Elrond addressed him. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I know it's not enough... I'm sorry for what happened... I didn't mean to scare Elladan or Elrohir..." To his surprise Elrond laughed quietly. Erestor looked at him at wonder and his eyes met a sparkling grey gaze. It was strange but Elrond wasn't angry. "My sons have not been children for some time," although Erestor saw them like that. "The only one person you scared was Glorfindel..." Immediately he regreted his words because the anger flashed in usualy calm black eyes. Eresotr shook off the comforting hand and turned away. "I know you don't want to speak about it now..." He moved another chair to his friend. Erestor rested his elbows on the table and put his face in his palms. Yes, he didn't wish to speak about it. But he owed Elrond an explanation. But how could he tell him what had happened? How could he tell him it happened because Glorfindel thought he had spent the night with Elrond. It would make him even a greater fool... Elrond waited for Erestor to make his move. But he was not prepared for what happened next. At one moment he was looking at the tear-filled eyes and at the second Erestor huddled with his face buried in the soft fabric on his knees. Totally surprised he raised his hand and stroked the dark hair. He felt his friend trembling in the silent cry. No, this was definitely not a simple quarrel. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Arien was warming up the green valley for some time already and dried up the pools of water after yesterday's storm. The shine was reflected in the drops of dew in Elrond's gardens and in the crowns of the trees above the river. The blue sky promised a beautiful day. But not everybody was in the mood to break into song. Surprised Elrond looked up as Erestor pushed away his untouched breakfast and stood up rashly. Then the black robes swished, the dark hair flew and his chief advisor disappeared. In the same time on the opposite side of the chamber appeared a tall golden-haired figure. Dark clouds ran on the fair forehead and the shine in blue eyes was gone. Even the gold tresses laid on his shoulders like listlessly. Glorfindel looked tired. Glorfindel looked at the elves in the room and frowned. Erestor was not among them. He didn't know if it was good or not. He knew they should speak. He thought about it the whole night. But what should he tell him? Should he apologize? No, he did nothing wrong, he only made a mistake. He couldn't suspect that his friend an Elrond were lovers... And Erestor reacted too violently. He crossed the chamber and stopped towering above the ruler of Imladris. "Good morning," Elrond looked up at him. "Please, take a seat." But the breakfast was the last thing on Glorfindel's mind. "Erestor, where is he?" Elrond arched an eyebrow and pierced his friend with his gaze. "You want to talk to him?" Absolutely in unelvish manner Glorfindel snarled some answer that could be count as his agreement. "So where is he?" A long time Elrond held the blue eyes with his. Was it wise for them to speak now? There was yet too much anger in Erestor to go through the conversation calmly. And Glorfindel as well. He saw the pain in the dark-haired advisor's eyes. He was not sure whether Erestor would wish to speak with his friend. "He left a while ago. I don't know where he is now." . . . . . . . . . . . . . Erestor looked up from the scrolls he tried to read. Soft footsteps were approaching the library quickly. He knew them, all too well. The doorhandle clicked and the door opened. "Erestor!" a silent call sounded in the library. The doors were shut and the footsteps continued through the chamber. He heard them approaching his study. They stopped in front and there was silence for some time. And then there was a knock. When nothing happened, the knock was repeated, this time more loudly. Erestor stared at the closed door. What did Glorfindel want from him? He didn't wish to speak with him. He could not. The handle clicked but the door didn't open. "Erestor, I wish to speak with you!" A long silence continued until Glorfindel tried again. "I don't understand why you are so angry. I wish merely to speak to you. If I offended you yesterday, I'm sorry, but I didn't know that you and Elrond..." In that time the door opened so quickly that the rest of his sentence stopped in his throat. In the fair face opposite of him the dark eyes glared, so dark that the darkness that Balrog took him was the land of the lights. Black hair livened by the movement of the door was falling down on the dark robe. "It still surprises me how you could lead your house for such a long time. Your judgement is better and better... I do NOT wish to speak with you, about nothing. Leave!" The blue eyes disbelievingly stared at his friend who hissed at him like he was the lowest orc and then he slamed the door shut. Erestor leaned against the closed door. His blood boiled in his veins altough he didn't know exactly why. He was angry, with the golden-haired elf because he drove him mad, with himself because he allowed it. Again the black eyes filled with silver tears. If only Glorfindel's mistake hadn't broken his heart and the wound hadn't bled with every other word. He wiped his eyes. He should be used to it after such a long time! Glorfindel stared at the closed door. What was the matter with Erestor? Why was he so mad? Could it affect him so much that he thought Elrond had slept with him? He couldn't know they were lovers... When he thought about it for the whole night, he realized that although he considered Erestor his friend, he knew a little about him. Most of his time the chief advisor of Lord Elrond spent in the library and his study. To tell the truth he had no idea what his workload has been. He knew that all letters, every new scroll and book passed through his hands. So many times Glorfindel found that Erestor knew nearly everything about Imladris, including his every move. Erestor stood inconspicuously behind Elrond, discussing all the important matters with him. His work was to be seen everywhere and nowhere. Glorfindel always knew him as a cold inconspicious elf. They had some fights at the beginning but after that they managed quite well. Even sometimes Glorfindel asked himself if Erestor had been able to feel their friendship. His fair face was like marble, emotionless, unreadable. Only the dark eyes flared with his inner flame yet cold at the same time. He had seen a smile on his face only few times, when the young prince Legolas came for a visit to Imladris. It was a mysterious how the young wooden elf reached him where everyone else failed. Glorfindel caught himself in surprised that he watched his friend at those precious moments. It was like he had seen a different elf. Many times he tried to get under his skin, he tried to get some emotion to his features. And at one time he thought he had succeeded when he made him angry with his pranks. But soon Erestor took ahold of the control in their quarrels. And Glorfindel was annoyed by his cold logic. He had never lost his self control... until yesterday. Glorfindel was shocked by the force of his anger. But although he repeated their conversation from every side in his mind he didn't find a sufficient reason for Erestor's behavior. That old well-known Erestor would explain him he was wrong and Elrond was his lover and not Glorfindel's... He shrugged. He had to speak with Erestor to make things clear. But it seemed that Erestor didn't want to discuss anything. Why was that? Did it torment him that he lost his nerve? He still didn't... Glorfindel had to find a chance to speak with him. A few days passed without any progress. It seemed Erestor always avoided him. They never met in solitude. Precisely they rarely met in one room. There was an exeption - sessions at Elrond's study. But even then Erestor disappeared before it ended and he did not notice Glorfindel when he addressed him. The doors to his study were locked, at all times the whole days and nights. III. The Admission The day was beautiful. Guilty to stay inside. Erestor left his study and went down to the gardens. It was spring and everything flourished. The trees burst into fresh-green leaves and flowers. The grass was still cold but pleasurably caressed his bare feet. The flowerbeds were full of colourful flowers, yellow, blue, white and red, and a light wind brought their scents through the valley. The sun was shining and the sky was bright blue, without clouds like... Erestor's eyes widened in surprise. The halted just in time to stop himself from running into the figure that appeared all of a suden. He was looking into the grey eyes of the ruler of Imladris who smiled at him. He greeted with a nodof his head. Without hesitation Elrond caught him and linked their arms. "Beautiful day, isn't it, Erestor? It surprised me to see you outside," Elrond said and barely noticing Erestor's reluctance as he escorted him back to the gardens. "Do you need something important? Or you just decided to join me?" Erestor asked and hoped it would be the first alternative. It would give him a chance to work more. At the last days it seemed to him he had had less duties which could take away his thoughts from the fateful evening. "No," Elrond smiled. "I hoped you would join me." Erestor arched his eyebrow in question. "We will go to see others near the river. It's a beautiful day and a short holiday won't do any harm," Elrond answered and quickly added when Erestor tried to object: "Everybody has a holiday, even you." Erestor swallowed his objection. "Is it necessary for me to go to the river? I'd rather stay here," he halted when they were about to leave the gardens. Elrond turned to him with a serious expresion on his face. "Enough, Erestor. Why are you trying to escape? Did Glorfindel do something so terrible to ruin your friendship? I know he tried to speak to you because he wished to clear up the situation..." "Clear up? Do you advocate him?" the dark eyes narrowed. "No. I came to you as a friend who can not watch this anymore. You were friends, weren't you? Does Glorfindel really deserve as much as your listening to him? Will you not try at least?" "We made a mistake, both of us. And although you all think I have no feelings his words hurt me, more than you can emagine. He always hurt me again adn again since the time he came to the valley and he never knew." "You never mentioned anything..." Elrond was speachless. "Well, what should I have said?" Erestor snarled at him. "Should I be the greatest fool? You know I've never begged for anything. But I was tempted to go to him and beg for his favour he gave to others. Oh, yes. Why that consternation? I loved him, since the begining, for centuries. But I have my pride. I will not beg, never!" He grimaced bitterly when he noticed the stream of thoughts and memories that mirrored in the grey eyes of Lord Elrond. "So, you have your answer I owed it you. And I hope you realize how difficult it is for me to let him speak to me..." And then when Elrond still couldn't find any words, he added: "You wished to go to the river." The ruler of Imladris nodded slowly. All that Erestor revealed him was more than surprising. He watched the fair face. He always acknowledged his cool beauty and he remembered the days when he tried to reach behind that cold mask. But he didn't succeeded. He thought nobody could reach that heart of ice except young princ of Wooden Realm. And for all the time since the golden-haired elf appeared, Erestor's heart beat for him. For all those centuries his dark-haired advisor suffered and nobody noticed. Elrond knew that even he wounded that heart when he laid with Glorfindel for some time. "I'm so sorry," Elrond whispered. "So am I," Erestor replied. "I will accompany you but don't press me to speak to him. I can't do it... not yet." In silence Erestor followed Elrond down the forest path to the river. From far he could hear merry laugh and songs mixed with the whisper of the wind in the crowns of the trees and the bubbling of the river. And than he saw them - fair and dark elves with light hearts. They dived to the foamy waves of the river, they danced and sang on the meadow. And then he laid his eyes on the well-known figure. The sun warmed his body on the stone in the middle of the river which stream played with the golden tresses. Behind the closed eyelids clouded impressions of the fatal night slipped. He wished he had known his mysterious elf. It seemed so clear to him but it was not. And withal he was sure he knew those dark eyes. He still sensed their gaze... He opened his eyes and turned his head to the riverbank where the elflings played. Most of the elves of Elrond's house wer here near the river. An afternoon picknick was a welcomed interruption of the routine. He had to be among them, his mysterious elf. He sensed his eyes on himself. Glorfindel looked around. Under the trees he saw Lord Elrond coming and to his surprise also Erestor. He forgot his dream in the moment long-haired she-elves surrounded Elrond. Erestor sat under the chestnut tree, aside from the others. Maybe Glorfindel could try to speak to him again. He had to admit he had missed Erestor's friendship. Erestor held his breath when Glorfindel's fair body slipped into the water and without mistake headed in his direction. He looked around. Elrond was lead away from him in cheerful conversation, Elladan tried to drown his brother. Erestor didn't want to go through another conversation with tha golden- haired elf but nobody was near to hepl him. Quickly he stood up a disappeared into the forest. He was not ready to speak with Glorfindel. Not now, a few moment after he had told his secret to Elrond. He felt too vulnerable. He didn't manage to built his cold wall around himself as quickly after he destroyed it not so long ago. If he met the golden-haired elf everything would become clear. And he was not ready for rejection. He followed the river upstream in the shadows of the trees. The chatter of the elves quieted until it died out. A comforting silence surrounded him when he sat on the stone at the riverbank. He raised his knees to his chest, embranced them and put his head on them. The black eyes stared at the foamy waves of the river which sang a quiet song. Chirrups of the forest's birds and whispers of the wind in the crowns of the trees entered his heart like a healing balsam. Glorfindel watched his friend who sat without movement by the river. Long dark tresses flew in a light wind from the water. His dark robe fell around his slender body and its edge became wet everytime a bigger wave burst into the stone he sat on. Erestor was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice Glorfindel approaching to him nor when he sat beside him. Until a light touch on Erestor's shoulder brought him back to reality. He turned his face away from the water and his big dark eyes laid on the well-known face. Glorfindel held his breath in surprise. It seemed like he saw his friend's fair face for the first time. For the first time in the depths of the dark eyes he could see everything Erestor hid. He could read it now like an opened book. Nothing stayed hidden, there was a great pain and sorrow but also a deep love. Carefully Glorfindel raised his hand and his fingertips touched Erestor's face. The dark eyes filled with tears and closed. A hot drop slipped from underneath the trembling lashes. Many centuries they spent together and Glorfindel never noticed what Erestor had felt. Never once came to his mind to seek a beating heart under the cold facade. And now he suddenly had that heart put in his hands, fearing his answer, greading rejection. Slightly Glorfindel stroke the fair skin on the high cheekbone and then his fingers moved into the dark tresses and caressed the curve of pointed ear. The black eyes opened faltering. Of all the elves of Rivendel, Erestor was the last one Glorfindel would seek his mysterious elf in. And yet he was glad it was him and none other. He slowly bent forward and joined their lips. "You should have told me, Erestor," Glorfindel whispered. In wonder Erestor stared at bright blue eyes. Was it really happening? Was it possible that Glorfindel didn't turn away from him? Would be possible their feelings would be mutual some day? At the moment Erestor smiled, the fair face lost its cool mask. And Glorfindel gasped for breath. Disbelievingly he stroked that face. How was the dark-haired elf beautiful! The black eyes lost their pungency and let Glorfindel's attention fix upon the beautiful features . "I can tell you now," Erestor replayed quietly and raised his hand to caress the gold tresses. He pushed them behind elegant pointed ear. Glorfindel held his breath. Erestor's quiet voice sounded so soft, so seductive. Gentle fingers caressed the curve of his ear. Before him there was totaly different Erestor. Glorfindel's heart throbbed like little bird pounding with its wings to the walls of its cage and every moment was closer to the dark-haired elf. Will Erestor say that words? "I love you, Glorfindel," Erestor whispered. "Erestor..." golden-haired elf took a breath and took the fair face into his hands. He wished he could say something more. But if he had had any idea, it was gone when the hot lips pressed to his. He felt pulled into the kiss that took his breath away. "Will you not make sure you found the right elf?" Erestor whispered to his lips. "No," answered Glorfindel and slightly brushed his lips over Erestor's. "I know that." Yes, this time he was sure. The End.