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The Dance On Water	By : redkiwi Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2174 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Glorfindel and Erestor lay slumbering, entwined within each others arms. The faint rays of Anor shone through the window, illuminating their naked forms. The songs of birds filtered in through the open window, and the sweet scent of the dewy earth and pines beyond the valley ebbed gently into the room.
Glorfindel slowly stirred into awaking, arms still encircled tightly around the sleeping body of Erestor, whose raven head lay tucked perfectly right up by his chest. Memories awakened of the ghost brushes from last night and lingering taste of the one wrapped within his arms, of their love making and greatest desires finally being realized. Glorfindel had never felt such peace at waking before.
The singing of the birds, just outside his window, barely penetrated to his precipitation, and he focused not on their chorus, but instead on the slight movement of the rise and fall of Erestor’s chest. Only the presence of his sleeping lover filled his consciousness, and Glorfindel let Erestor's essence fully enthrall him. He could get use to waking this way, very use to it.
With the gentlest of touch, he grazed a long finger lovingly against Erestor's lips, revealing at the softness of the full pink skin. He felt the love in his heart wash over his entire being, while he kept his gaze on his slumbering lover beside him.
Grey orbs finally blinked opened, locking glances with him.
"Good morning, my love." He whispered to Erestor, bringing his lips down to kiss the one beside him.
Erestor returned the kiss, smiling at the face that was more beautiful to him than anything he had ever seen. "Good morning." Erestor stated, gently moving his hair from his eyes. "Is the hour late?"
Glorfindel smiled at the waking beauty, gently helping his new lover move aside the long locks behind his ears. "I have not the slightest idea of the time, nor do I care."
Erestor tried to sit up, but Glorfindel's strong arms held him down, embracing him, beckoning him to linger longer in his embrace.
"Now that I have you, I do not want to let you go." Glorfindel brushed his whispers as gentle kisses along Erestor's ears, letting his long fingers smooth out the long tresses of raven silk.
Erestor allowed himself to fall back into the embrace, letting an uninhibited smile grace his face. "And I will not let you go as well."
Both held the embrace, letting the calm of the morning fill their senses, along with the smoothness and warmth of their skin and the softness of the bed. The silence that passed between them was comforting, their hearts were wound within a collective peace brought forth only by love's true admission.
Erestor's mind, ever spinning and searching for answers, had to ask the words he spoke to Glorfindel.
"Glorfindel?" Erestor whispered, "I am what you want?"
"You are exactly what I want, and what I crave for. The way you paint the world, Erestor, with
such emotion and mystique, it haunts me, pulls me ever to you. I want only you. I want to live my life now filling your heart with the love you have been missing, and I want to receive your love. Do not keep your beautiful emotions locked up anymore. Do not keep them hidden from me, and do not doubt what I freely offer to you."
Erestor tried not to let the tears fall and he had to squeeze Glorfindel with an embrace.
"I promise Glorfindel," Erestor fought back his emotions so he could speak his mind. "I promise to never bury myself within my heart again. I may have been hurt once, a pain for which I never thought I could recover, but you have proven otherwise."
Erestor exhaled, feeling the need to truly be honest with Glorfindel, and he decided to let him know all the pain he had felt, and why he had pushed him away with such fervor. He owed it to Glorfindel.
Erestor took a deep breath.
"I lost my family, Glorfindel. My wife and young son."
He confessed his most dark and painful secrets to him. "The one's I loved the most died in my arms, and yet I survived. The pain of the loss, it pulled me down, dragging me into such despair until I turned into the ice of my dead emotions. But you have awoken a passion in me, that I did not know I could ever recover. You have brought back a life that I thought I could never have again. And as such, I owe it to you to give you all that is my love, and all that is of me."
The kiss that followed spoke of their commitment to each other, and of the yielding to the call of their desires. Both let their tears fall freely, an expression of their acceptance of the bond they had forever sealed with one another.
They finally pulled away from the kiss, both knowing that the day's tasks would not wait. They moved together as they turned to walk to the private bathroom, knowing that they would have to great the day.
The bath was already drawn and they entered the warm water which was held in a large central stone bath. The two lovers caressed as they bathed in the warm water. The gentle touches, which spoke of love and deep affection, glided across their smooth bodies. Particular, delicate detail was paid to the different body parts as the bathing lovers bestowed their care upon each other by the tangible object of the scented soap which cleansed and softened their skin. Glorfindel's melodic humming crowned the sounds of the bath-water which stirred along with every movement the they made.
Erestor leaned back into the embracing arms of his lover, who held him close as he hummed that melody that Erestor had hummed so many nights before when he had been bathed by the golden candlelight in his office. He closed his eyes as he lost himself within that beautiful, yet haunting melody. Glorfindel's voice made the song tear into his heart, and he loved the way in which his lover's melodies rolled from his lips as it pierced through the silence.
The melody Glorfindel hummed was a song of pain, of loss, but Erestor knew the words rolled on to end in love, peace, and hope. He had been wounded in the past, but the love Glorfindel gave him last night, the caresses he had bestowed on him, and his gentle words had moved Erestor to knowing that his life was going to be something much more beautiful now.
For so long he had been use to accepting no one's support or aid to get by the difficult moments in his life, but now, he knew his life was going to be so different. He was in love, involved in a
complicated relationship with someone that years ago, he would have never thought he would have feelings for.
His love for Glorfindel no longer brought him any worry, but it now brought the reassuring feelings of a better tomorrow and a happier disposition on life. His jaded heart felt awakened, renewed, rekindled with the embers of the love that was freely given to him from Glorfindel. He leaned back even further into his lover's arms as the soulful song was ending.
"My love." Glorfindel's speaking voice was just as rich and melodic as his singing voice was. "Let us just neglect our duties and stay within each other's arms all day."
"I would love to Glorfindel, but a counsel has been called by Elrond, and as chief of his advisors, I must attend." Grey eyes peered into Glorfindel's. "Will you be attending?"
Glorfindel smiled, thinking of walking with Erestor's hand in his own into the counsel room for everyone to see. "I do not see why I could not. I have been released after all. Yes, I think I will go, especially if it means witnessing your wit match that of Thranduil."
"Thranduil…" Erestor hissed aloud when he said his name. "Yes, he is the very reason that Elrond has called this meeting for. We need to discuss some ongoing matters with his realm, but I would not imagine the meetings be too tedious."
Erestor let his face fall into disdain when he continued to think about Thranduil, his obvious annoyance with him was etched across his face.
Glorfindel could sense the jealousy that dwelled within Erestor's heart over Thranduil, and comfortingly stated with an embrace.
"Oh come now, Erestor. Thranduil is my dear friend, and is nothing more to me any longer. My heart no longer yearns for him in the manner for which it does for you."
"I know, Glorfindel. I know." Erestor noted to check his possessiveness over him.
A kiss was shared, and they both rose from the bath. Just as the gentleness and caring that was bestowed while bathing, both took pleasure in drying each other off and brushing each others hair.
Erestor watched, sitting on Glorfindel's bed, as he dressed. He selected a light blue tunic with slate grey leggings and his boots of leather. Glorfindel looked stunning, as he always did.
"Would you like to wear something of mine?" Glorfindel asked of him, holding up a garment of the deepest azure with silver threading.
"Do not be silly Glorfindel." Erestor said, his laughter ebbing out any harshness in his tone. "It would look most wrong on me, the color is just not right." He rose from the edge of the bed he had been sitting on, winking at Glorfindel with a sly smile, before he left his chambers, darting down the empty hall in nothing but his towel around his waist.
Glorfindel followed Erestor from this chambers, into his rooms that were not too far from his own. "Ah Erestor," he laughed when he had shut the doors behind him. "I would have never imagined that I would ever witnessed you running down our halls in such a state."
"Well, learn to expect the unexpected about me, my dear Glorfindel. I might be prim, but I do know how to have fun after all."
Erestor said before he dressed himself in a dark purple tunic, with black leggings and dark boots.
"No formal robes today?" Glorfindel asked surprised.
"Not today, no. This is a council of friendship. I do not think Thranduil would feel slighted if I show up as such. Now, I just need to stop by my office and collect the documents I had been going over for this meeting. Care to join me?"
Glorfindel nodded and both walked side by side down the halls of Imladris for the first time.

Thranduil had awoken early that morning and despite the long day that was before him, he opted to forgo breakfast, intent instead to pass the early morning alone in the solace within the forgotten garden. He had sat, watching as the late night stars had faded into dawn, allowing their dimming light to ease his soul. The garden was wound in shadow, clinging to the trees, rolling across the pond, shrouding the stone benches.
Despite the earliness of the morning, Thranduil was not weary. Sleep had been too disheartening that night, since Thranduil felt the order of his life spin out of control. He knew he had stated what was true about a love that could not be, but his heart was pained nonetheless. He thought of all the people in Greenwood who would do anything to earn Legolas' love, but yet it had been him who had captured his son's heart.
He let his eyes fall on his hands, and he stared at his fingernails and his un-ringed fingers. As mighty as he was, he felt in turmoil, afraid that Legolas would never enjoy his company anymore. He was afraid that Legolas would no longer want to seek him out.
His thoughts meandered over the years they had shared together; of the youthful life Legolas had brought to him, of laughter, fun, and pure joy. Legolas could bring out the truest of smiles in Thranduil, and his heart lamented, knowing that forever those days were now gone. Legolas would leave his side for good, and he would go on to many adventures. He knew this to be his fate. He just hoped his son could find real love, and to allow the hold that he had on his heart to forever dissipate.
Moving from his reverie, Thranduil saw Anor had been slowly rising. The beams were chasing the dimness of the night away, and the morning had broken. The sunrise was a glorious one. The sky was painted awash in the most vibrant of colors, and Thranduil could do other but smile.
"Everything burns much brighter for us." Thranduil let his voice ring out, addressing the fog and the trees alone.
Smiling at the mourning dove who called his song off in the distance, Thranduil rose, knowing the day was here at last. He knew he had a meeting to attend and wondered if afterwords he should seek Legolas out. His paternal instincts made him wonder and worry about him. Those thoughts had kept him awake and restless all through the night.
Slowly, as if in reluctance to return to the halls of Imladris, he tarried on the stone steps, taking in the gloom of the garden below him. His mind could linger ever on what bothered him most, refusing to fade until he was left silent, cold and dejected.
With steps he took as if in reverie, he found himself back in the halls of of the Last Homely House, mouthing back greetings to those who passed him by.
"My friend, I have been calling your name for awhile now." Thranduil was snapped into being when Elrond placed his hand on his shoulder.
Elrond was before him, brown eyes shining with concern. "You were not present at the breakfast
table. Are you alright this new morning?"
Thranduil let Elrond's face come into view. His features were genuine as a long-time friend who cared about his wellbeing.
"It is a beautiful new day, and the sunrise has left me in musing." Thranduil smiled at Elrond, excusing himself back to his his chambers, citing the preparation for the counsel. Thranduil turned, and was gone.
Elrond lingered where Thranduil had left him, taking in all that had passed in Imladris these last couple of months. So observed in thought was Elrond, that Gildor had to pull him from deep within his mind.
Together they walked into the counsel room, and Elrond was surprised that Erestor was absent. Erestor was always the first to arrive on counsel days. He turned his gaze to another counselor, who had finished arranging the chairs.
He returned Elrond's gaze with a shrug, also noticing the anomaly. Elrond decided to let it go, but deep in the back of his mind, he wondered if just perhaps something had transpired between Glorfindel and Erestor.
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Just after breakfast, Elrohir and Elladan found Legolas sitting alone in his guest room. They had missed him at the breakfast table, and brought him fruits and berries. While Legolas ate his late breakfast, they sat talking, listening as their friend opened up about the exchange that had occurred with him and Thranduil. Although they understood the actions that Thranduil had made, they felt sadness that Legolas had to lock away his truest of desires.
Legolas had reflected on the words, of the love he had seen in his father's eyes, a love that shone of the care of a parent and nothing more.
'It is just as well.' He thought, 'just as well that it ends now, before things get really out of control and wrong.'
Surprisingly, his heart was not as heavy laden as he thought it would have been. He felt relief.
His father did not hate him, but his love had been rejected. Legolas was numb, and his mind and heart were pained. The dull of the hurt could not be willed away, and oh how it stung him, worse than anything he had ever experienced before.
He could completely understand Elladan's earlier behavior now, why he had been so jaded, and so cold. But he would be strong. He would respect his father's decision and focus his mind on his new role as guard of Greenwood. Surely if he did this, he would grow to learn to love another, and heal his wounded heart.
"When will you depart, Legolas?" Elrohir asked, deciding to change the subject for Legolas' sake.
"We will leave once a few matters have been settled in the counsel meetings. My father was requested to attend one today. Apparently there are matters that need addressed between our realms. I am not too sure of what however. I stay out of all political affairs."
"Same here, Legolas. " Elladan nodded, "I have to admit, the thought of you leaving our valley brings me sadness. We may have started off on a rocky beginning, but I have really grown to care about you as a dear friend in just these short weeks."
Legolas smiled, feeling much the same way for Elladan. " I will miss you two as well. The friendship you have given me, I will never forget. I know our paths will cross again, and I hope more often than not."
"Perhaps we could journey to the Greenwood and see your home Legolas."
"I would like that. I am sure I can take some leave to show you my forest and my home. Greenwood is old and full of many secrets. I know you two would love it."
Elladan and Elrohir nodded in unison, enthusiasm shining from their eyes. "We would love to meet the rest of your family Legolas, and to roam your forest. Perhaps we could even relive that one day, that we spent on the shores of the Bruinen river."
Legolas let a smile cross his face. "I think that can be arranged."
Elladan's eyes smiled. "Perhaps we should journey back to the shores of the river, and have one last afternoon together."
They all liked that idea and prepared to spend the day together along the shores of the river, to enjoy their little remaining time together.
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