8. 7. Love Conquers All
Prompt: Climbing a tree(thanks perkyandproud!)
Erestor was angry—and hurt. He thought Glorfindel truly wanted a relationship with him. The advisor had been so taken by surprise he had faltered and asked for time to think. Two weeks had passed since that night and Glorfindel seemed to have lost interest in Erestor. The warrior spent his time with the guardians, especially the handsome Marchwarden. Erestor felt his chest tighten as he looked out across the tops of the great Malorn trees. Perhaps he was being foolish. They had become friends, but why would the golden lord, so full of new life, want with a jaded old elf who had to “think” about a relationship opportunity with such a stunning elf. What must the Elda think! He had sent the Imladris Captain a note earlier in the day, asking they meet. Erestor had then arranged a picnic dinner and commandeered this very secluded talan for the night. He had not asked for a response, he had not thought he needed one. Now he began to grow angry with himself for so foolishly assuming. Of course Glorfindel would not have waited —why should he! The Noldo tugged at his tunic.
“Fine,” he thought while fighting back the tears that threatened to spill, “I have lived this long without companionship; I do not need him or anyone else for that matter.” Unfortunately neither his fëa nor his heart truly believed it. Still, he had his dignity. He squared his shoulders, set his jaw, and took one last glance across the treetops.
At that moment a sound--his name--whispered in the candlelight, made him turn. All anger and doubt fled as he looked at the pale, shaking form emerging from the ladder. Glorfindel climbed through the opening, crawling onto the floor unable to stand. He was panting and his beautiful golden mane clung to the perspiration on his forehead.
Erestor rushed forward and slid to his knees. He tried to see what injury his beloved sustained that would have left him in such a state. “Meleth,” he exclaimed, the endearment falling naturally from his lips, “what has happened?”
“Heights,” Glorfindel panted. “I am afraid of heights—ever since I fell off the cliff I cannot stand heights. Especially wide open ones. That is why my rooms are always on the ground floor, why my talan here is on a lower branch, near the trunk. Forgive me.” Glorfindel bowed his head, afraid to see the disgust in Erestor's eyes. The mighty warrior and remade lord, brought low by a mere ladder climb. He had stood at the bottom for nearly two hours trying to get his nerves under control. He had even thought to send Haldir in his stead to ask Erestor to meet Glorfindel elsewhere. However, the Elda knew that Erestor had gone to great lengths and expense to arrange this meeting; he did not want to disappoint the elf who had captured his heart. Yet, here he was, over three hours late, in such disarray, and admitting to so childish a fear. Why would a strong, confident, fearless elf like Erestor now want with him? The truth was out; Glorfindel of the Golden Flower was a coward.
Erestor wasted no more time and pulled his beloved warrior into a tight embrace, holding firm till the strong body trembled no more. “You have nothing for which to apologize.” He whispered into a perfectly pointed ear. “You should have sent word. Come, let us move to more comfortable surroundings for you.”
There was no mock in the advisor’s words, no condemnation. Glorfindel stole a look and became lost in the rich pools of the chocolate brown eyes. Keeping eye contact he replied, “I wish to waste no more time and since I have no great desire to go down that ladder right now, I would rather we stayed put. And I think I know the perfect way to keep my mind from dwelling on our present location.” With that he leaned in and claimed his first kiss of the night.
The chief councilor melted into the warm lips pressed against his and when he felt the questing tongue opened to meet it. The kiss was gentle yet filled with desire. When the need for air finally drove the would-be lovers apart, Erestor’s heart was in his throat. Taking a deep breath he leaned forward and whispered into the Elda’s ear, “It might take more than just a kiss to keep you distracted.” To emphasize his point, Erestor nipped the sensitive ear before claiming the ruby lips in a heated kiss full of promise.
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