Fic: Bling 4/5
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sbyteTitle: Second Ager and Tablero
Series: Bling
Author: Sbyte
Beta: Chloe Amethyst
Type: LOTR FCS
Characters: Glorfindel/Erestor, Lord Elrond, Lindir, Arwen, Elladan and Elrohir
Disclaimer: The world of LOTR belongs, in its entirety, to Master Tolkien and his heirs. This is simple fan fiction.
Warnings: Totally AU, Slash (male/male), Sex (spoken of, hinted at, but not described)
Summary: Drunken elves and match makers. Morning leads to questions, and surprise visitors.
Bling
Chapter 4: Second Ager and Tablero
Two nights passed before Glorfindel and Erestor spoke again. Everyone was leaving the dining hall when Lord Elrond invited Glorfindel to accompany him to the Hall of Fire. It was the end of the week, and there was to be tablero and Second Ager that night.
The first tablero game was between the twins, and Elladan won. However, he met his match when he challenged his sister. Arwen drank him under the table, and took home the victory. It was then that the young elves stood aside. The real play started when Lord Elrond took his seat at the table. He easily defeated Erestor and Glorfindel. However, victory against Lindir was a good deal harder to come by.
By the time Lord Elrond beat Lindir, he was totally trashed. Since he was a happy drunk, he decided to help one of his dear friends out. "Erestor, you have a good life here. You have a good job, excellent friends and a lovely place to call home."
Everyone smiled, including Erestor who was waiting for the ‘but’ in the sentence. He didn’t have to wait long.
Lord Elrond’s smile took on a slightly sly quality.
//Here it comes. //
"So, when are you getting married? It is long past due."
Erestor choked. Glorfindel stifled a smile...or tried to. The twins snickered. Lindir nodded enthusiastically. Arwen looked on expectantly.
Although it was destined to fail, and Erestor knew it, he tried to convince his lord that he was old enough to make such decisions for himself. "Lord Elrond, you do recall how old I am? Don’t you think it is about time to stop asking?"
Lord Elrond was unphased. "Erestor, do you recall how many millennia old I am? Don’t be cheeky. Answer the question. You need a mate."
Lindir piped up. "I’ve been telling him that for years."
After glaring at Lindir, Erestor replied, "I haven’t met anyone that interests me in that way; at least no-one who is available."
Lord Elrond drunkenly huffed. "Have you even been looking? I dare say you have not, otherwise you would have been happily bonded by now."
Erestor looked pleadingly. "Glorfindel, make him stop!"
Glorfindel shrugged. "I want to know too."
Lord Elrond turned to the entire table. "Tell me, who here thinks that there is a shortage of eligible elves in Imladris that are compatible with Erestor?"
The answer wasn’t what Erestor had hoped for. Elrohir said, "Actually, there are many elves that have shown interest in Erestor. To my knowledge, he has ignored all of their advances."
The smug look on his lord’s face made Erestor cringe.
Lindir cheerfully offered, "I could give you a few names."
"What attributes would you want in a mate?" asked Arwen.
Erestor looked at the ceiling and shook his head. If he didn’t answer her, the questions would get progressively worse. "Fine, I prefer a male. He must have a good body and..."
Elladan interrupted. "Be more specific. Do you mean lithe and willowy, ripped and muscular, tall, short, soft body, hard body..."
Erestor gave him a lopsided grin. "He should be a tall ellon with a ripped and muscular hard body."
Arwen mused, "That eliminates the office staff and house elves; perhaps a warrior then." This got the attention of Glorfindel.
The little group of friends all waited intently for Erestor to continue. None of them were completely sober and any advice given, highly suspect. As often happens, that didn’t stop them from volunteering it.
Erestor warmed to the subject. "He needs to be intelligent, yet not bookish. He must enjoy both physical and intellectual entertainment; riding in particular."
Elladan grinned evilly. "You like to ride?"
Being slightly inebriated, Erestor didn’t catch the double entendre. He answered, "Yes quite a bit, but don’t get the opportunity to as often as I’d like."
Lindir snorted, the twins laughed and Arwen almost spewed wine. That is when Erestor caught the double meaning. "I meant horses!" he protested.
"Sure you did," came the reply from all around the table.
Lord Elrond had been listening, and carefully ticking off candidates. "Do you have a preference when it comes to hair color? What about the color of his eyes?"
Erestor pretended to think about it for a while. In reality, he didn’t care. "I think that I’d be more attracted to light hair. Blue or green eyes would be beautiful with light hair, so either of those shades."
As if on cue, Glorfindel reached for a wine bottle. Lord Elrond raised a speculative eyebrow, causing all to follow his gaze. Glorfindel realized that all eyes were on him, and smiled weakly.
Erestor bowed his head and chuckled. He hoped the warrior wasn’t easily embarrassed.
Arwen scooted a chair over and patted the seat. "Glorfindel, why don’t you come sit by me."
//Uh oh// thought Erestor.
Erestor whispered to Lord Elrond, "Eye candy, but I am not his type."
Lindir leaned back in his chair and mouthed ‘he’s the one’ and gave the thumbs up.
Arwen turned to Glorfindel and asked, "Who are you seeing right now? Do you have a lover at present?"
// Well done, Arwen. // thought Lord Elrond.
"I am not involved with anyone."
//Excellent.// thought both of the twins.
Lindir’s grin was wicked when he said, "Hearing that Erestor likes to ride got me to wondering. You enjoy riding, don’t you Glorfindel? Have you ridden with Erestor?"
Elrohir topped off Erestor’s glass which he downed in one go. The glass was filled again and the bottle left.
Glorfindel wasn’t as slow on the uptake as Erestor had been. "You like to ride, do you?"
"Er..."
"You should have told me. It would have been so much more enjoyable. The next time..."
The twins were cracking up. Everyone else looked at Erestor.
"There won’t be a next time! If you think that I am going to let you try that again, you have got to be out of your mind." Erestor blanched when he realized what he had said.
Glorfindel chuckled. "Perhaps it is for the best. The ring was so tight on my finger that it was two days before the feeling returned."
Arwen coughed uncontrollably.
"Er..."
While Elladan pounded on his sister’s back, Elrohir came to the rescue in a manner of speaking. "Glorfindel, why don’t you take Erestor for a stroll? I think he could use some fresh air."
Erestor’s eyes widened.
Lord Elrond said, "That is an excellent idea. I am certain that Erestor would like to escape."
To everyone’s utter amazement and enjoyment, Lord Glorfindel invited Erestor to go stargazing and he accepted. When they left taking the last bottle of Second Ager with them, nobody but Lindir knew what to say.
"It’s about time!"
-- -- -- --
Erestor was surprised when Lord Glorfindel went in the opposite direction from the gardens. Instead, he took Erestor’s hand and led him to the little rise in back of the smithy. There was a small trail, not often used, which led up to a low overhang. This is where Glorfindel stopped. Both elves stretched out under the starry sky and enjoyed the view. It was spectacular.
"Lord Elrond was right about one thing. I really wanted to escape. Volunteering you to go for a walk was out of line, though," Erestor said.
Glorfindel smiled softly. "Had I not wished to look at the stars with you, I would not have asked."
A thrill went through Erestor’s system. "In that case, I am glad you asked."
"Do you really like riding, Erestor?" asked Glorfindel.
"Yes."
Glorfindel asked, "Would you like to take a midnight ride?"
"No, I tend to get too rough to ride when drunk." Erestor grinned wickedly. "It isn’t fair to my mount."
Glorfindel nodded. "I tend to be gentler when drunk. My warrior instincts are relaxed, so my mount enjoys a lighter touch."
The two elves looked at one another appraisingly. Both of them were thinking the same thing. Should they, or shouldn’t they. Both hoped that the other would make the first move. When it didn’t happen, they started drinking again.
Each elf was thinking of the other, and not their alcohol consumption. After an hour or so, Erestor grinned goofily. "I think we have both had enough. We belong in bed before we pass out."
Glorfindel thought that silly grin to be enchanting. He answered, "I’ll walk you to your room."
Similarly minded, Erestor rose and held out his hand. As they walked down the hall, there was much shushing and stifled laughter at nothing in particular. When they reached Erestor’s quarters, they both seemed to sober somewhat. Erestor was still very happy, but not completely trashed. He wasn’t of the mind to instigate much more than a friendly farewell.
Thankfully, Erestor had not locked his door. The rooms were dark, but the window was open and some moonlight shown through. It was bright enough to allow him to easily light a few candles. However, he never made it that far. He turned to tell Glorfindel good night, only to discover that he had followed him inside.
Glorfindel walked him backward and kicked the door closed. Glorfindel pushed Erestor against the wall and pinned his hands at the side of his head. Passion and lust were reflected in the warrior's blue eyes. Erestor gasped, but not out of fear. Both were aroused and the sexual tension palpable.
Outside his work environment, Erestor loved the unexpected and spontaneous things in life. A passionate Glorfindel pinning him against a wall certainly qualified. For a breathlessly singular moment, the elves just stared at one another. The moment passed, and passion won. Glorfindel crushed Erestor’s body against his own. There was no soft brush of lips or gentle caress. Glorfindel claimed Erestor’s mouth in a bruising kiss.
Erestor responded to the kiss, fully returning the passion and desire reflected in the warrior's touch. In the back of his mind, he knew that they had too much to drink, and that it would be a mistake to allow this to continue to its logical conclusion. However, the voice at the forefront of his mind was screaming ‘Oh Valar.’ This only grew louder and more insistent when Glorfindel ground his arousal into Erestor’s own.
Both elves were inebriated, but Erestor held on to a sliver of rational thought. Inwardly he sighed, resigned to behaving as he should rather than as he wished. It took more than a little effort, but he managed to push Glorfindel back a couple of steps.
"We have had too much to drink. When I mentioned bed earlier, it was with the intention of passing out." Actually, other thoughts had crossed his mind, but the warrior didn’t need to know that. "Come on. Since you are here, let me take you to bed before you pass out standing. I don’t think that I can carry you to the bed in this condition." As an afterthought, he added "Perhaps we can revisit this moment when we are sober."
Glorfindel insisted that he was sober as a judge, to which Erestor replied, "Sure you are. Either your tolerance for alcohol is lower than mine, or you had significantly more to drink." Erestor put his arm around Glorfindel, and the two carefully made their way toward the bedroom.
As sober as Glorfindel claimed to be, he stumbled. Erestor caught his weight, but wasn’t in good shape himself. Both lost their balance, and landed in a heap on the floor of the living area.
"Get off of me," huffed Erestor.
Glorfindel shifted position some, allowing Erestor to scoot out from under him. For a couple of minutes, they sat on the floor looking at one another and considering the situation that they found themselves in. There was no way that Glorfindel was going anywhere under his own power, and he was too heavy for Erestor in his current condition. Using the couch as leverage, Erestor managed to get up. Slowly, and with many grunts and groans, he managed to help Glorfindel onto the couch. That is where he passed out.
Erestor made it to his bed. After pulling off his boots, he lay down and didn’t wake till after breakfast. The first thing that he noticed was that he was fully clothed. Then he smelled the distinct aroma of liquor. He groaned with the realization that he had way too much to drink the night before. The only thing that he remembered was being teased, but he wasn’t clear what it had been about.
Erestor sat up and started pulling off his clothes in preparation for a long bath. He had headed that way when he heard a pitiful moan. This stopped him in his tracks. Quietly, he tip toed to the door of the bedroom and peeked out. His eyes widened when he saw a mass of blond hair and body parts. Immediately, he closed and leaned against the door. What had he done last night?
Instead of dressing and confronting the situation, Erestor went to the bathroom and shut the door. He had no idea who was on his couch, other than that he was a big blond. He went ahead and took a bath, which proved to be slightly calming. Then he went back to the bedroom and pulled on a shirt and leggings before peeking out into the living area once more. The blonde was still there. Putting it off just a little longer sounded like a good idea, so he returned to his dressing table and combed his hair. Finally, the blond elf started moving around. Sighing, he rose and headed toward the couch.
Glorfindel woke and groaned. His head hurt. Instead of getting up, he closed his eyes against the sun and shuddered to think what he might have done the night before. Not often did he allow himself to become totally wasted, but obviously he had done just that.
It wasn’t long before his large body began to protest from laying half on, and half off of the couch. He cracked his eyes and groaned again. The sun was entirely too bright. It was then that he realized he was on a couch that was not his own. When he sat up and looked around, he was more than a little surprised. He recognized the room as Erestor’s, but had no idea what he was doing there.
Erestor walked out of his bedroom just as Glorfindel was getting up from the couch. Both elves looked at one another confused.
Erestor was the first one to ask the question on both their minds. "Do you remember anything about last night, Glorfindel?"
Glorfindel shook his head. "Not a thing. From the pounding in my head, I am going to take a wild guess and say that I drank too much. What did we do?"
"I haven’t a clue." Erestor shrugged and looked worried. "When I woke up, I smelled like a still." With some effort, a vague recollection of being pressed against the wall returned to Erestor. He bit his lip and blinked.
"What is it?"
"I seem to remember being crushed against the wall. Um...do you think that we...?"
"No. I wouldn’t have forgotten had we done that." Glorfindel racked his brain. If he and Erestor had, he certainly wanted to remember it. "Besides, I am fully clothed, and that surely wouldn’t be the case if we..."
"I suppose you are right." In little more than a whisper, Erestor added, "It isn’t something that I would wish to forget either. You smell as good as I did when I woke up. Why don’t you take a bath? I’ll find something for you to wear till you get to your own quarters."
That sounded good to Glorfindel. He pulled his belt off and started walking toward the bathroom shedding clothes as he went. While he soaked, Erestor began picking clothes up from the floor. He had just picked the belt up when there was a knock at the door. Erestor draped it over the arm of a chair before answering.
"Lord Elrond," greeted Erestor. "What a surprise."
"You missed breakfast, so I brought you a tray." Lord Elrond wagged his eyebrows. "How did the walk with Glorfindel go last night? Did you enjoy the night sky?"
The blank look on Erestor’s face told it all. Lord Elrond looked disappointed. "You don’t remember a thing from last night, do you?"
"I remember a little, but maybe you would like to fill me in while I am eating breakfast." Erestor replied.
"After everyone reached agreement that you and Glorfindel are meant for one another, you and he went for a walk under the stars." With a wink, he continued. "What you did afterward, I can only guess."
Glorfindel hadn’t heard Lord Elrond’s arrival. He left the bath, dried off and slung a towel around his hips. He chuckled to think what Erestor could have found that would fit him.
"What was that?" asked Lord Elrond.
//Hide Glorfindel! // Erestor tried to answer nonchalantly, but his face was panic stricken. "The wind probably just knocked something over."
"No, I don’t think so." Lord Elrond rose, and slowly made his way into the bedroom.
Suddenly, Lord Elrond stopped short and started grinning like a fool. Standing in the middle of the bedroom, dressed in nothing but a towel, was Glorfindel. "I see the walk went well."
"Um, this isn’t what it looks like," sputtered Erestor.
"It looks like you have an almost naked elf in your bedroom, and that he spent the night here. Is that wrong?"
Glorfindel fidgeted and smiled weakly. "Not exactly."
Lord Elrond beamed. "I am so happy for you both! I just knew that you two were right for each other." Erestor got a big hug, but Glorfindel backed up. He was a little too naked to be hugged by the Lord of the Valley. "Don’t worry about work today. Enjoy each other’s company. I’m off to tell Lindir!"
"But we aren’t..." Before Erestor finished, Lord Elrond was out the door.
The elves stood staring at the door for a moment, dumbfounded. Then it occurred to Erestor that there was something much nicer to stare at. There was a big blonde in a little towel. His face became predatory.
"All of Imladris knows that you slept here by now." Erestor walked toward Glorfindel in a matter that had him back treading. Without warning or hesitation, he grabbed the towel and threw it aside. "Everyone is about to think that we are lovers, and I’ll be damned if I make a liar out of Lord Elrond."
Series: Bling
Author: Sbyte
Beta: Chloe Amethyst
Type: LOTR FCS
Characters: Glorfindel/Erestor, Lord Elrond, Lindir, Arwen, Elladan and Elrohir
Disclaimer: The world of LOTR belongs, in its entirety, to Master Tolkien and his heirs. This is simple fan fiction.
Warnings: Totally AU, Slash (male/male), Sex (spoken of, hinted at, but not described)
Summary: Drunken elves and match makers. Morning leads to questions, and surprise visitors.
Bling
Chapter 4: Second Ager and Tablero
Two nights passed before Glorfindel and Erestor spoke again. Everyone was leaving the dining hall when Lord Elrond invited Glorfindel to accompany him to the Hall of Fire. It was the end of the week, and there was to be tablero and Second Ager that night.
The first tablero game was between the twins, and Elladan won. However, he met his match when he challenged his sister. Arwen drank him under the table, and took home the victory. It was then that the young elves stood aside. The real play started when Lord Elrond took his seat at the table. He easily defeated Erestor and Glorfindel. However, victory against Lindir was a good deal harder to come by.
By the time Lord Elrond beat Lindir, he was totally trashed. Since he was a happy drunk, he decided to help one of his dear friends out. "Erestor, you have a good life here. You have a good job, excellent friends and a lovely place to call home."
Everyone smiled, including Erestor who was waiting for the ‘but’ in the sentence. He didn’t have to wait long.
Lord Elrond’s smile took on a slightly sly quality.
//Here it comes. //
"So, when are you getting married? It is long past due."
Erestor choked. Glorfindel stifled a smile...or tried to. The twins snickered. Lindir nodded enthusiastically. Arwen looked on expectantly.
Although it was destined to fail, and Erestor knew it, he tried to convince his lord that he was old enough to make such decisions for himself. "Lord Elrond, you do recall how old I am? Don’t you think it is about time to stop asking?"
Lord Elrond was unphased. "Erestor, do you recall how many millennia old I am? Don’t be cheeky. Answer the question. You need a mate."
Lindir piped up. "I’ve been telling him that for years."
After glaring at Lindir, Erestor replied, "I haven’t met anyone that interests me in that way; at least no-one who is available."
Lord Elrond drunkenly huffed. "Have you even been looking? I dare say you have not, otherwise you would have been happily bonded by now."
Erestor looked pleadingly. "Glorfindel, make him stop!"
Glorfindel shrugged. "I want to know too."
Lord Elrond turned to the entire table. "Tell me, who here thinks that there is a shortage of eligible elves in Imladris that are compatible with Erestor?"
The answer wasn’t what Erestor had hoped for. Elrohir said, "Actually, there are many elves that have shown interest in Erestor. To my knowledge, he has ignored all of their advances."
The smug look on his lord’s face made Erestor cringe.
Lindir cheerfully offered, "I could give you a few names."
"What attributes would you want in a mate?" asked Arwen.
Erestor looked at the ceiling and shook his head. If he didn’t answer her, the questions would get progressively worse. "Fine, I prefer a male. He must have a good body and..."
Elladan interrupted. "Be more specific. Do you mean lithe and willowy, ripped and muscular, tall, short, soft body, hard body..."
Erestor gave him a lopsided grin. "He should be a tall ellon with a ripped and muscular hard body."
Arwen mused, "That eliminates the office staff and house elves; perhaps a warrior then." This got the attention of Glorfindel.
The little group of friends all waited intently for Erestor to continue. None of them were completely sober and any advice given, highly suspect. As often happens, that didn’t stop them from volunteering it.
Erestor warmed to the subject. "He needs to be intelligent, yet not bookish. He must enjoy both physical and intellectual entertainment; riding in particular."
Elladan grinned evilly. "You like to ride?"
Being slightly inebriated, Erestor didn’t catch the double entendre. He answered, "Yes quite a bit, but don’t get the opportunity to as often as I’d like."
Lindir snorted, the twins laughed and Arwen almost spewed wine. That is when Erestor caught the double meaning. "I meant horses!" he protested.
"Sure you did," came the reply from all around the table.
Lord Elrond had been listening, and carefully ticking off candidates. "Do you have a preference when it comes to hair color? What about the color of his eyes?"
Erestor pretended to think about it for a while. In reality, he didn’t care. "I think that I’d be more attracted to light hair. Blue or green eyes would be beautiful with light hair, so either of those shades."
As if on cue, Glorfindel reached for a wine bottle. Lord Elrond raised a speculative eyebrow, causing all to follow his gaze. Glorfindel realized that all eyes were on him, and smiled weakly.
Erestor bowed his head and chuckled. He hoped the warrior wasn’t easily embarrassed.
Arwen scooted a chair over and patted the seat. "Glorfindel, why don’t you come sit by me."
//Uh oh// thought Erestor.
Erestor whispered to Lord Elrond, "Eye candy, but I am not his type."
Lindir leaned back in his chair and mouthed ‘he’s the one’ and gave the thumbs up.
Arwen turned to Glorfindel and asked, "Who are you seeing right now? Do you have a lover at present?"
// Well done, Arwen. // thought Lord Elrond.
"I am not involved with anyone."
//Excellent.// thought both of the twins.
Lindir’s grin was wicked when he said, "Hearing that Erestor likes to ride got me to wondering. You enjoy riding, don’t you Glorfindel? Have you ridden with Erestor?"
Elrohir topped off Erestor’s glass which he downed in one go. The glass was filled again and the bottle left.
Glorfindel wasn’t as slow on the uptake as Erestor had been. "You like to ride, do you?"
"Er..."
"You should have told me. It would have been so much more enjoyable. The next time..."
The twins were cracking up. Everyone else looked at Erestor.
"There won’t be a next time! If you think that I am going to let you try that again, you have got to be out of your mind." Erestor blanched when he realized what he had said.
Glorfindel chuckled. "Perhaps it is for the best. The ring was so tight on my finger that it was two days before the feeling returned."
Arwen coughed uncontrollably.
"Er..."
While Elladan pounded on his sister’s back, Elrohir came to the rescue in a manner of speaking. "Glorfindel, why don’t you take Erestor for a stroll? I think he could use some fresh air."
Erestor’s eyes widened.
Lord Elrond said, "That is an excellent idea. I am certain that Erestor would like to escape."
To everyone’s utter amazement and enjoyment, Lord Glorfindel invited Erestor to go stargazing and he accepted. When they left taking the last bottle of Second Ager with them, nobody but Lindir knew what to say.
"It’s about time!"
-- -- -- --
Erestor was surprised when Lord Glorfindel went in the opposite direction from the gardens. Instead, he took Erestor’s hand and led him to the little rise in back of the smithy. There was a small trail, not often used, which led up to a low overhang. This is where Glorfindel stopped. Both elves stretched out under the starry sky and enjoyed the view. It was spectacular.
"Lord Elrond was right about one thing. I really wanted to escape. Volunteering you to go for a walk was out of line, though," Erestor said.
Glorfindel smiled softly. "Had I not wished to look at the stars with you, I would not have asked."
A thrill went through Erestor’s system. "In that case, I am glad you asked."
"Do you really like riding, Erestor?" asked Glorfindel.
"Yes."
Glorfindel asked, "Would you like to take a midnight ride?"
"No, I tend to get too rough to ride when drunk." Erestor grinned wickedly. "It isn’t fair to my mount."
Glorfindel nodded. "I tend to be gentler when drunk. My warrior instincts are relaxed, so my mount enjoys a lighter touch."
The two elves looked at one another appraisingly. Both of them were thinking the same thing. Should they, or shouldn’t they. Both hoped that the other would make the first move. When it didn’t happen, they started drinking again.
Each elf was thinking of the other, and not their alcohol consumption. After an hour or so, Erestor grinned goofily. "I think we have both had enough. We belong in bed before we pass out."
Glorfindel thought that silly grin to be enchanting. He answered, "I’ll walk you to your room."
Similarly minded, Erestor rose and held out his hand. As they walked down the hall, there was much shushing and stifled laughter at nothing in particular. When they reached Erestor’s quarters, they both seemed to sober somewhat. Erestor was still very happy, but not completely trashed. He wasn’t of the mind to instigate much more than a friendly farewell.
Thankfully, Erestor had not locked his door. The rooms were dark, but the window was open and some moonlight shown through. It was bright enough to allow him to easily light a few candles. However, he never made it that far. He turned to tell Glorfindel good night, only to discover that he had followed him inside.
Glorfindel walked him backward and kicked the door closed. Glorfindel pushed Erestor against the wall and pinned his hands at the side of his head. Passion and lust were reflected in the warrior's blue eyes. Erestor gasped, but not out of fear. Both were aroused and the sexual tension palpable.
Outside his work environment, Erestor loved the unexpected and spontaneous things in life. A passionate Glorfindel pinning him against a wall certainly qualified. For a breathlessly singular moment, the elves just stared at one another. The moment passed, and passion won. Glorfindel crushed Erestor’s body against his own. There was no soft brush of lips or gentle caress. Glorfindel claimed Erestor’s mouth in a bruising kiss.
Erestor responded to the kiss, fully returning the passion and desire reflected in the warrior's touch. In the back of his mind, he knew that they had too much to drink, and that it would be a mistake to allow this to continue to its logical conclusion. However, the voice at the forefront of his mind was screaming ‘Oh Valar.’ This only grew louder and more insistent when Glorfindel ground his arousal into Erestor’s own.
Both elves were inebriated, but Erestor held on to a sliver of rational thought. Inwardly he sighed, resigned to behaving as he should rather than as he wished. It took more than a little effort, but he managed to push Glorfindel back a couple of steps.
"We have had too much to drink. When I mentioned bed earlier, it was with the intention of passing out." Actually, other thoughts had crossed his mind, but the warrior didn’t need to know that. "Come on. Since you are here, let me take you to bed before you pass out standing. I don’t think that I can carry you to the bed in this condition." As an afterthought, he added "Perhaps we can revisit this moment when we are sober."
Glorfindel insisted that he was sober as a judge, to which Erestor replied, "Sure you are. Either your tolerance for alcohol is lower than mine, or you had significantly more to drink." Erestor put his arm around Glorfindel, and the two carefully made their way toward the bedroom.
As sober as Glorfindel claimed to be, he stumbled. Erestor caught his weight, but wasn’t in good shape himself. Both lost their balance, and landed in a heap on the floor of the living area.
"Get off of me," huffed Erestor.
Glorfindel shifted position some, allowing Erestor to scoot out from under him. For a couple of minutes, they sat on the floor looking at one another and considering the situation that they found themselves in. There was no way that Glorfindel was going anywhere under his own power, and he was too heavy for Erestor in his current condition. Using the couch as leverage, Erestor managed to get up. Slowly, and with many grunts and groans, he managed to help Glorfindel onto the couch. That is where he passed out.
Erestor made it to his bed. After pulling off his boots, he lay down and didn’t wake till after breakfast. The first thing that he noticed was that he was fully clothed. Then he smelled the distinct aroma of liquor. He groaned with the realization that he had way too much to drink the night before. The only thing that he remembered was being teased, but he wasn’t clear what it had been about.
Erestor sat up and started pulling off his clothes in preparation for a long bath. He had headed that way when he heard a pitiful moan. This stopped him in his tracks. Quietly, he tip toed to the door of the bedroom and peeked out. His eyes widened when he saw a mass of blond hair and body parts. Immediately, he closed and leaned against the door. What had he done last night?
Instead of dressing and confronting the situation, Erestor went to the bathroom and shut the door. He had no idea who was on his couch, other than that he was a big blond. He went ahead and took a bath, which proved to be slightly calming. Then he went back to the bedroom and pulled on a shirt and leggings before peeking out into the living area once more. The blonde was still there. Putting it off just a little longer sounded like a good idea, so he returned to his dressing table and combed his hair. Finally, the blond elf started moving around. Sighing, he rose and headed toward the couch.
Glorfindel woke and groaned. His head hurt. Instead of getting up, he closed his eyes against the sun and shuddered to think what he might have done the night before. Not often did he allow himself to become totally wasted, but obviously he had done just that.
It wasn’t long before his large body began to protest from laying half on, and half off of the couch. He cracked his eyes and groaned again. The sun was entirely too bright. It was then that he realized he was on a couch that was not his own. When he sat up and looked around, he was more than a little surprised. He recognized the room as Erestor’s, but had no idea what he was doing there.
Erestor walked out of his bedroom just as Glorfindel was getting up from the couch. Both elves looked at one another confused.
Erestor was the first one to ask the question on both their minds. "Do you remember anything about last night, Glorfindel?"
Glorfindel shook his head. "Not a thing. From the pounding in my head, I am going to take a wild guess and say that I drank too much. What did we do?"
"I haven’t a clue." Erestor shrugged and looked worried. "When I woke up, I smelled like a still." With some effort, a vague recollection of being pressed against the wall returned to Erestor. He bit his lip and blinked.
"What is it?"
"I seem to remember being crushed against the wall. Um...do you think that we...?"
"No. I wouldn’t have forgotten had we done that." Glorfindel racked his brain. If he and Erestor had, he certainly wanted to remember it. "Besides, I am fully clothed, and that surely wouldn’t be the case if we..."
"I suppose you are right." In little more than a whisper, Erestor added, "It isn’t something that I would wish to forget either. You smell as good as I did when I woke up. Why don’t you take a bath? I’ll find something for you to wear till you get to your own quarters."
That sounded good to Glorfindel. He pulled his belt off and started walking toward the bathroom shedding clothes as he went. While he soaked, Erestor began picking clothes up from the floor. He had just picked the belt up when there was a knock at the door. Erestor draped it over the arm of a chair before answering.
"Lord Elrond," greeted Erestor. "What a surprise."
"You missed breakfast, so I brought you a tray." Lord Elrond wagged his eyebrows. "How did the walk with Glorfindel go last night? Did you enjoy the night sky?"
The blank look on Erestor’s face told it all. Lord Elrond looked disappointed. "You don’t remember a thing from last night, do you?"
"I remember a little, but maybe you would like to fill me in while I am eating breakfast." Erestor replied.
"After everyone reached agreement that you and Glorfindel are meant for one another, you and he went for a walk under the stars." With a wink, he continued. "What you did afterward, I can only guess."
Glorfindel hadn’t heard Lord Elrond’s arrival. He left the bath, dried off and slung a towel around his hips. He chuckled to think what Erestor could have found that would fit him.
"What was that?" asked Lord Elrond.
//Hide Glorfindel! // Erestor tried to answer nonchalantly, but his face was panic stricken. "The wind probably just knocked something over."
"No, I don’t think so." Lord Elrond rose, and slowly made his way into the bedroom.
Suddenly, Lord Elrond stopped short and started grinning like a fool. Standing in the middle of the bedroom, dressed in nothing but a towel, was Glorfindel. "I see the walk went well."
"Um, this isn’t what it looks like," sputtered Erestor.
"It looks like you have an almost naked elf in your bedroom, and that he spent the night here. Is that wrong?"
Glorfindel fidgeted and smiled weakly. "Not exactly."
Lord Elrond beamed. "I am so happy for you both! I just knew that you two were right for each other." Erestor got a big hug, but Glorfindel backed up. He was a little too naked to be hugged by the Lord of the Valley. "Don’t worry about work today. Enjoy each other’s company. I’m off to tell Lindir!"
"But we aren’t..." Before Erestor finished, Lord Elrond was out the door.
The elves stood staring at the door for a moment, dumbfounded. Then it occurred to Erestor that there was something much nicer to stare at. There was a big blonde in a little towel. His face became predatory.
"All of Imladris knows that you slept here by now." Erestor walked toward Glorfindel in a matter that had him back treading. Without warning or hesitation, he grabbed the towel and threw it aside. "Everyone is about to think that we are lovers, and I’ll be damned if I make a liar out of Lord Elrond."
