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One Fine Day	By : Nuinzilien Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7381 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Glorfindel woke, he woke alone. //He's already off to his stable-lad, no doubt.// He sighed and rolled from the bed. The previous night had been a blessing. He'd slept better than he had in millennia. The only way his world would have been more perfect was if he had woken with Erestor in his arms.
He trudged through his morning routine. It was only when he reached for the serving plates that the silence in the house sank in. "Mani?"
Nothing. "Mani-Mani, time to eat!"
Still nothing.
Growing annoyed, he began searching, cursing the architects of the house to impotence for creating so many hiding places. "Maniel, I am not playing hide and find right now. come out and wash up for breakfast!"
He frowned. "Maniel! ONE!"
Nothing.
"TWO!"
What was wrong here? Mani could be stubborn, but not *this* stubborn. He had never had to count all the way to three before!
"THREE!"
The silence settled in his gut, bringing along panic for company. He bolted for the door. "ERESTOR!" He ran down to the stables. "Erestor! Erestor, I cannot fi-" Had he not been so worried, the sight before him would have been adorable. There was Erestor in loose breeches and oversized tunic. Beside him, Mani sat on a mare, giggling as the bells on her saddle jingled merrily with the horse's every move.
Mani looked over and beamed. "Papi!" Lowered to the ground by Erestor, she ran over to him and bounced excitedly. "Papi! Papi, did you see?"
He placed his hand on her head for a moment. "Aye, I saw. But 'tis time for breakfast. Wash up."
Once Mani disappeared into the house, Glorfindel turned to Erestor, his fear having become white-hot anger. "Do NOT do that again." he hissed.
Erestor stepped back, startled by the threat in his voice. "Do what?"
"Take Maniel out of the house without my knowledge!"
"Oh... that." Erestor smiled. "You were sleeping so soundly, and she was up with the sun.. I thought you might like to have a sleep in, so-"
"So, Maniel is MY elfling! I will know where she is and who she is with at all times. Am I making myself understood?"
Erestor's cheeks flushed at Glorfindel's scolding tone. "Aye, you are. But-"
"Good." Glorfindel turned. "Tell your stable-lad I will reimburse him for the horses."
Stunned, confused, and more than a little hurt, Erestor watched him go. His shoulders slumped as he guided the mare to her stall.

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Glorfindel stared at the empty chair, oblivious to the excited chatter coming from his daughter. He sighed. He knew he'd been petty. Knew Erestor would never have put Maniel in danger. Terror at finding his daughter gone had turned to anger, resentment had bubbled up, and he had lashed out. Said things for no other reason than to hurt.
The walk back from the stable had given him time to clear his head and gain perspective. To be fair, Erestor had not truly done anything to deserve his ire. Glorfindel's jealousy over the mysterious stable-boy notwithstanding, the horses had been a thoughtful gift, and one he would normally have been quite appreciative of.
And he missed his horse. He'd moved with the times, rode in and driven machines whose speed even the mighty Nahar would have been hard-pressed to match. But nothing could beat the feel of muscle and sinew heaving and flexing - right. Breakfast.
"Papi, when will Mas'r 'Rest'r be home?"
He returned to the present and sighed quietly. "He did not say, Mani-love, but I am sure it will be soon."
He hoped it would be soon. It was difficult to apologize when the one you've wronged made himself scarce. The fiasco at the stables had been three days before, and Erestor had never returned home. He'd gone to Elrond.
The past two nights had been hellish. Mani's crabbiness and constant questions had grated on his already frayed nerves. She'd slept fitfully, and he'd slept not at all. Once breakfast was finished, Glorfindel cleaned, dressed, and herded Maniel down the neatly tended path to Elrond's door.
Time to swallow his pride and do a bit of groveling.

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The former residents of the Last Homely House were conspiring to drive him insane. That was the only explanation.
Celebrian had been in the garden, and had been entirely too happy to watch over her new favorite elfling...and then she'd prattled on for what seemed like hours, describing to him in excruciating detail how she'd gotten her lilies to be just the right shades of peach and lavender.
He'd wanted to scream that she was wasting his time. He'd wanted to turn and walk into the house. He'd stayed and smiled, feigning interest until she'd wound herself down and he could make good his escape.
Servants and residents alike had made it nigh impossible to find his Erestor, giving him contradictory information - if they'd given him any information at all. And now Elrohir stood in his way, his expression thunderous. "We need to talk."
"Later. Right now, I need to-"
"Nay, Glorfindel, you are not hearing me. We need to talk. Now."
Brow quirking at the imperious tone, Glorfindel gestured for him to lead on.
It was not long after they stepped into the empty storage room that Elrohir rounded on him. "Have you lost what is left of your mind, Captain?"
Goodness, he WAS in a snit, wasn't he? The twins never called him captain anymore. "I beg your pardon?"
"Aye, you had damned well *better* beg my pardon! For the last two months, I have denied myself insanely awesome morning sex by dragging my ass down to those stables to help Erestor catch and train those horses, and you think he is rolling in the hay with a STABLE-BOY?!"
Glorfindel looked stricken. "I-"
"There *is* no stable-boy! There never was!" Elrohir sighed. "Glorfindel... mellon...whatever is going on in your head that is making you think these things, you need to work it out, and you need to do it now, before-"
"Enough, penneth."
Both warriors turned to see Erestor standing in the doorway, Maniel propped on his hip. "Your point is made, Elrohir. And now, if I may, I would like to go home."
Elrohir looked from Glorfindel to Erestor and nodded. "Fine. But you are welcome here any time." He gave the golden warrior a 'look', and disappeared down the hall.
Erestor moved past Glorfindel, headed toward the front entrance.
Glorfindel followed behind, wondering how exactly to broach the subject of his stupidity. He took a deep breath. "Erestor..."
The former advisor raised his hand for silence. "Later."
Glorfindel dropped the subject, shamelessly grateful for the reprieve. He hurried forward and pulled the door open.
And such is how Glorfindel spent his day, preparing tea and dinner, all but waiting on Erestor's every whim. Evening came, bringing Maniel's bedtime with it. Exhausted from the exciting day, she went down with minimal fuss, leaving the two adults finally alone, nothing to distract them.
They stared at each other, the silence nearly unbearable. Glorfindel opened his mouth.
"I am sorry."
He blinked. Well THAT was unexpected. "You are?"
"Aye." Erestor sighed. "You were born and raised here. Despite how long you spent across the sea, I always assumed you still considered Aman as home. It never occurred to me that you would not immediately feel safe here." He sat across from Glorfindel and reached out, taking his hands and squeezing them gently. "When we parted at the stables, I was very very confused. I needed to speak with someone who might be able to tell me where I had gone amiss."
"So you went to Elrohir."
He shook his head. "Nay, Elrohir could tell me what it was like to be over there, but he always had his bonded with him. I spoke to Celeborn."
"And?"
"And a lesser elf would have broken under such strain."
Silence hung between them. Wishing there were something - anything! - to break the tension, Glorfin
del stared at their entwined hands. "I almost stayed behind."
Erestor blinked. Of all the possible responses to his apology, that was not one he expected. "O-oh?"
His blond companion nodded. "When we parted on that beach, I expect to only stay for 20 years, maybe 30 if Elessar proved long-lived. But then Arwen disappeared." He sighed. "The twins refused to make their final choices until they knew what became of her. So I stayed, both to fulfill my duty to serve Elrond's line, and to provide him closure when I finally met him again. But we were there for 4,000 years. Saw the rise and fall of mighty empires, sights that both amazed and terrified me. Erestor, I saw the race of Men leave Ea and travel the stars... and all I could think of was that I would have gladly traded it all to be with you. But it had been so long, and there was no bond between us. Aye, I know that was my choice... I thought the separation would be easier that way..."
Erestor shook his head. "It was not."
"Nay, you are right there. Near the end, I began to wonder if there was any reason for me to sail at all. After 4,000 years with naught but a promise holding us together... Any sane elf would have assumed I was not going to return and moved on. I intended to stay in Middle-Earth until I faded."
"What changed your mind?"
"Maniel. These are dangerous times in the East. Men have created weapons that can burn the flesh from your bones between one breath and the next, weapons that poison the air and leave the land uninhabitable for the next 20,000 years. I did not want that for her. When we sailed, I fully expected to find you happily bonded to another, and could only hope we might at least be able to become friends again."
Erestor cracked a smile. "Many expected me to."
"Why didn't you?"
"Hope."
Glorfindel shook his head, bemused. "Hope."
"It seems absurd, I know. But in the end, I was right. You returned to me."
He snorted. "Somehow, I doubt this is anything like what you expected."
Erestor chuckled. "Aye, you are right about that. I am not certain exactly what I expected. Perhaps I thought we could just pick up where we left off, like when you returned from your longer patrols."
"That would have been nice."
"Nice, but unrealistic. We have both grown older and wiser. And suspicious."
Glorfindel looked away at that, ashamed.
"There was never a stable-boy, Glorfindel... or anyone else."
He sighed. "Aye, Erestor, I know."
"Then why?" Erestor finally began to express his frustration. "What made you think I would wait 4,000 years for you to return, just to dally with a servant right under your nose?"
Glorfindel rubbed at his eyes. "I don't know! This entire time I have been wondering why and sane being would wait 4,000 years with nothing but a maybe."
"You did," Erestor pointed out.
"Aye, but none could accuse me of being sane. But *you* are! When I came here and found you still waiting for me, I wanted to spend the rest of eternity making it up to you, and making you happy." He took a sip of his tea. "But I had not realized how much I had changed, and how much of myself had been devoted to just surviving. It was harder than I expected, adjusting to the quiet life again. And it seemed the longer I stayed, the more awkward we felt, and the more miserable you became." He sighed. "The reason I thought you had sought happiness elsewhere is because I truly could not have blamed you if you had."
Erestor topped of their drinks. "Well, I did have the odd offer or two over the years. Most were bright-eyed youths who, while undoubtedly passionate and sincere in their flatter, would not have been alive long enough to remember that Aiglos was not the only spear Ereinion Gil-Galad was known for."
Glorfindel snorted. "Or the most terrifying."
Erestor nodded. "Quite so. But I felt that going any younger would border on pedophilia." He sipped his tea and curled in his chair again. "Other than youthful declarations of everlasting love, and a few propositions from Feanor - which I could not take seriously, as they only occurred when he was on the outs with his lady - not many dared approach me. They knew my heart lay elsewhere."
"Does it still lay there?" Glorfindel asked softly.
Erestor sighed and walked over to where Glorfindel curled on the lounger. He sat and reached out, stroking his cheek. "Silly warrior... it never left."
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