3. 2. Racing Horses
Prompt: A Horse Race (thanks sbyte!)
Asfaloth was a fine stallion. The horse had been a gift from Círdan, but many wondered if the horse had not really come from Oromë. The creature had unusual stamina and was fearless. He was the perfect steed for one as mighty as Glorfindel. The Elda looked resplendent on his mount and evil fled when he rode toward them; he was as a Vala.
Erestor continued to brush his mare. She nickered and threw her head about. She was still young and spirited. Erestor chuckled. “See something of interest?” he asked her softly. The horse tossed her head again and stomped at the ground, anxious to be out in the pasture with the fine white stallion. “You and every other mare here, little one.” Erestor continued softly, “Desired by all--like his rider.” The mare nudged the elf with her head as if to say, ‘Like you?’ Erestor finished her grooming and lead her out of the stables.
Glorfindel approached his friend. “She seems high strung today. Perhaps you should take her for a hard ride.” He smiled his dashing smile.
Erestor looked at the blond and his heart skipped a beat. They had become friends over the centuries but deep inside, the advisor always wished it were more. However, like the fine white stallion, the Elda was desired by so many; all more attractive and deserving than Erestor. “It is a pleasant day for a ride. What do you say, girl?” Erestor addressed his horse. She however was too busy parading before the stallion to pay attention to the elf. She flipped her tail and tossed her mane. Erestor sighed but mounted anyway. “Come on; let’s run some of that energy out of you.” The mare however had other ideas and none included leaving Aslof’s presence.
“It seems she needs some encouragement,” Glorfindel said with a laugh. “What say you to a little race, mellon nin?” Aslof pawed the ground. He liked that idea; let’s see what the mare was made of.
Erestor looked at the Elda. “It would hardly be a race. Your stallion can easily out run my mare.”
“I am not so sure he wants to. It would be good for them and perhaps we could put a little wager on the table for ourselves?”
The advisor’s heart beat quickened and he struggle to respond calmly. “What did you have in mind?”
“We ride to the river and back. Winner claims a boon of his…or her,” the Elda amended when Erestor’s mare snorted, “choosing.”
There was something unreadable in the warrior’s eye, but it made Erestor’s heart flutter and his member stir. He shifted on the horse. “Very well, to the river and back.” Without waiting for a response, Erestor nudged his mare who took off like the wind, leaving a surprised Aslof in her wake.
Glorfindel laughed and patted the stallion’s neck. “What do you think, friend? Are they not a magnificent sight?” Alsof shook his mane in agreement. Erestor seemed so free. His unbound hair flew in dark waves behind him. He had shed his robes and now wore snug leggings and a lightweight tunic. Glorfindel imagined the relaxed brow and dazzling smile that surely graced the beautiful face. His blood began to race and desire for the handsome Noldo erupted. He had fancied Erestor for decades, but feared destroying their friendship. Now, however, it was hard to hide his feelings. So, with new resolve to breech the matter at the conclusion of the race, the remade warrior let Aslof loose. The mighty steed bolted forward in pursuit of his prize. The stallion understood the winner got something; he knew what he wanted. He hoped his rider would follow his lead.
There never was a doubt who would win, but it felt wonderful to ride like the wind nonetheless. The elves dismounted and walked the horses into the stable.
“Congratulations Aslof!” Erestor said to the stallion. The stallion nickered then returned his attention to the gray mare. If the elves would only afford them some privacy, Aslof would claim his boon.
“What about me?” Glorfindel said with a mock pout.
“What about you? The horse won the race. It is not like you had anything to do with it.” Erestor countered coyly.
Glorfindel stepped close to his long time friend, close enough that he could feel the heat radiating off the other’s body. “I am part of the winning team and therefore entitled to a boon, my dear councilor.”
Erestor shivered as the Elda’s breath caressed his skin. He felt his knees go weak as Glorfindel’s powerful form overshadowed him. Could his wildest fantasy actually come to pass? Would he finally know what it felt like to be kissed by his one desire? The Noldo thought he would swoon.
The two stood but a breath apart for what seemed like an eternity. Neither saying anything. Finally Erestor broke the silence. “What would you ask for your boon?” he whispered.
Erestor was so close, so welcoming, and so desirable. All Imladris’ captain had to do was lean down a bit and capture the warm, soft ruby lips. But, for the first time in either of his lives, Glorfindel’s courage failed him. Stepping back from the slightly shorter elf, he cleared this throat…
Erestor’s heart thundered in his chest as Glorfindel moved away. His hope faltered and a pain filled his chest as he heard Glorfindel’s strained voice name the boon. Schooling his features, the Chief advisor responded, “Very well, I will report to the weapons room at first light. You will have your inventory before sunset.” With a swirl of his unbound hair, Erestor strode purposefully from the courtyard.
From their place in Aslof’s stall, the two horses shook their heads and snorted at Glorfindel as if to say, “What were you thinking?”