LotR Fiction
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Topic: LoTR Slash
This I wrote for the New Year. Written under the name TopKat, it's a holiday fic containing my favorite elves, Erestor and Glorindel. Rating: R?

Another Year

Another year. What was a measly year to an elf? An immortal? Erestor concealed a sigh as another elf came to him asking for guidance. Where to place the ribbons? What color ribbons should be placed upon the main table? What wine would be best for the prefestival festival? Erestor wished he could oversee all the preparations himself, but he was only one elf. So he did all he could and delegated the rest of it to the household staff.

He looked furtively both ways down the hall and slipped into the nearest empty room. He closed the door behind him and grimaced at the cluttered room. Empty of elves at least. It looked to be some kind of weapons' storage room. No wonder it was empty; no elf was thinking of battle this eve. His mouth quirked. Not battle on the battleground, between the sheets maybe. He stepped further into the room and picked up a sword. It was sharp and gleamed under his gaze. At times during this day he had wanted to behead more than one elf. The door behind him swung open and he spun, sword at the ready.

Glorfindel smiled at the raven-haired elf before him. He had spied Erestor darting into the small storage room from around the corner. He had been keeping a concerned eye on the advisor all day and he had been slightly worried to see him go into a room full of sharp, pointy instruments of war. He held out both hands, palms up to show his apparent helplessness. Erestor lowered his borrowed weapon and fixed him with an unreadable look.

Erestor lowered his sword. Only Glorfindel. Only Glorfindel? His mind laughed at him. Maybe marking each individual year was important. It would help him to keep track of his hopeless obsession with one of his closest friends. Glorfindel was his forbidden fruit. His unattainable goal. He wondered at his presence before him. Did he not have his own duties to attend to?

"Lord Glorfindel. What is it that you seek?"

Glorfindel lowered his already husky tones, "Why, I am looking for you, fair Erestor." He shut the door behind him and leaned against it. He gave the black robe clad elf a thorough once over and licked his lips. Eyes as fathomless as midnight narrowed at him and the advisor's spine straightened and locked into place.

"If you are quite finished, Lord Glorfindel, I have business to attend to." Erestor came toward him, clearly expecting him to move aside so that he could exit the tiny room. Glorfindel did not move. He grinned down at the scowling elf, quickly grabbed him, and pinned him to the door. Erestor hit the door with a gasp.

Glorfindel nuzzled into sweet smelling silky hair. Erestor had the longest, blackest hair in all of Middle Earth. He was so beautiful, so exotic. He whispered into a sharply pointed ear, "And who will you be bringing in the new year with, Master Erestor? Is there some lucky elf that would have the right to protest me holding you against my body this way? Some elf that has claim to the heat of your body?" He placed a kiss behind that ear on soft skin.

Erestor hissed as he felt Glorfindel place a kiss below his ear. Why did the warrior torment him so? He had teased him for years. Just when he thought Glorfindel was over his game playing, he would start up again. Keeping him on edge and aware of the blonde's every move in his presence.

"Glorfindel!" he uttered in a strangled voice. "Please, do not play so. Some elf not as jaded as I will take you seriously one day. Release me, so that I can go about my way."

Glorfindel sighed heavily. "I would have you take me seriously, Master Elf." He drew back to stare into pretty eyes, "I would help you mark another year."

Erestor stared back through narrowed eyes, "Alright, Lord Glorfindel. I will call this bluff. At midnight, come to my rooms and help me mark this year." He placed a slender hand in the middle of his friend's broad chest and pushed him gently, but firmly away. Glorfindel's hands fell from his body and he turned aside, opening the door and slipping out into the hallway.

Glorfindel stared at the slightly ajar door. Slowly, a smile crossed his face. Then a grin. Then a full out laugh. Had Erestor really just granted what had become his most fervent wish over the long millennia? The advisor thought he had called him on a joke, but how wrong he was. He would be there at the stroke of midnight. Waiting for his sweet advisor. He spun around in place and blew a kiss to the now empty room. This would be a celebration to remember. He, to, exited the room and set out to complete his part in the preparations.

Erestor stood in the shadows and watched with great satisfaction the many elves dancing, laughing, and making merry. It had been a struggle but all had been ready for the festival kickoff. He could rest easy from here on out. He watched the twins dance with every available elf and each other. He watched Elrond watch his sons with a father's pride. All was well there. His gaze turned to Glorfindel, who stood at Elrond's side listening to whatever he was speaking of.

A bell rang out and a hush fell over the crowd. All elves began to make their way to the courtyard in order to get a good view of the awe provoking fireworks of Mithrandir. It was near to midnight. Time for him to take his leave of these festivities. Erestor blended into the darkness and headed along deserted halls to his chambers. As he suspected, they were empty as always. He had been right. Glorfindel was just a lovely tease who did not make good on his promises. The advisor moved silently around his room, readying himself for bed. He heard a great cheer go up and several loud pops. It was midnight. Still, no Glorfindel. What did he expect? The festivities would go on until the early morning hours. He blew out the candle by his bed and climbed in. he fluffed his pillow and settled on his side, back to his locked door.

Glorfindel hurried through the silent halls, heading toward Erestor's rooms. His heart beat fast. He was late and he cursed under his breath. He had been waylaid by many a noble elf maiden and elf Lord, begging a dance, a kiss, but it had been the pleas of a tiny blond elfing that had stayed his course. He was a sucker for elflings and now he would be punished for his soft heart.

He arrived at his destination and tried the door. Locked. He resisted the urge to bang his head against the sturdy door. He would just have to resort to slightly more shady means of entry. He took the clip from his hair and worked it carefully in the keyhole. He listened for the soft hitch of the door unlocking and smiled at its sound. He twisted the knob and pushed the heavy door open, grateful for Elrond's dedication to the daily upkeep of the house. The door opened and closed silently.

Glorfindel made his way over to Erestor's large bed. He gazed down at he still figure and sighed with longing. Beautiful was his friend. He disrobed quickly and slipped into the bed behind the unaware elf. He moved aside the heavy curtain of black silk and kissed the naked nape. Erestor moaned and turned toward him, eyes still hazy. He blinked adorably at Glorfindel.

"A dream for I know my door was locked. Sweet vision, I have longed for you many a night."

Glorfindel kissed him softly, "No dream, dear Erestor, but a beggar at your feet. Please, allow me this moment, a drop in the pond, of what my heart really yearns for."

Erestor realizing this was no dream, pulled back slightly, "Do not play with me, Glorfindel, because I could not bear it if this was a game."

The blond halted his words with the light touch of a finger to full cherry lips, "If you would let me, I would help you mark each year, Erestor, each day."

Erestor smiled and said, "Let us start with this one. Happy New Year, Glorfindel."

Glorfindel smiled a wicked smile and replied, "It is about to be much more than happy, Little Fire."