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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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Erestor and Glorfindel walked into the counsel room a little late for the starting time that Elrond had called for. Green eyes instantly feel on the the pair, and Thranduil let a smile cross his face, accepting the fact that his friend was standing with Erestor. Both had matching sparkles of love shimmering in their eyes. There was nothing he could do to stop it, so accept it was all he could do.
Just as Thranduil was assessing the pair, Elrond too had turned and studied them, instantly knowing that his two friends had finally acted on their love with one another. He grinned to himself, at seeing the two so into each other. He wanted to speak with them both, but he realized that business must be conducted first, and he called the delegated to order to begin the morning's agenda.
The council progressed and much was agreed on without too much a hiccup from either side, which allowed the parties to conclude their business on a high note for both elven realms. After the meeting ended, just Elrond, Glorfindel and Erestor remained in the room, for Elrond's gaze had requested that they stay.
"You look well today, Glorfindel." Elrond smiled at his friend, gathering some remaining papers, and he paused to let Glorfindel ease the topic towards his new relationship.
"I am most well, as well as I have felt in a longtime." Glorfindel smiled back. "Thanks to all your care, I am here to serve the good people of Imladris, and am here to experience what I have wanted for so long."
Elrond looked on with the understanding of the love his two friends had finally decided to act on. "I am most pleased, my friends. May the joy of your relationship bring happiness to you both. A love for which you two have is not often found."
Knowing that a beautiful spring day was just outside the quarters, they exited the council room, each wanting the freedom of the gentle spring breezes on their skin. They headed down some steps that led into an oval garden. A large birch tree stood in the center of the garden, whose white branches stretched and budded with the gentle leaves under the warm spring sun. They were not alone when they entered, however. Thranduil was already enjoying the garden's solace.
"Thranduil." Elrond greeted him for the third time that day. "The meeting went well, I do believe." He seated himself by Thranduil.
Thranduil nodded, not really caring much to discuss their day's activities. His green eyes watched as Erestor and Glorfindel seated themselves opposite of him.
"How fairs Legolas?" Elrond did not expect an answer from Thranduil, whose silence on the matter confirmed his assumption. But a downturn of long elvish lashes against soft alabaster skin conveyed to Elrond that Legolas had discussed his attraction to his father. Green eyes, clouded with emotion, blinked briefly with hurt before ice covered the orbs, rendering them unreadable, even to the strong insight that Elrond had.
Elrond knew Thranduil well, and knew that he would not allow Legolas to act on his feelings. The prim side of Thranduil would never return that sort of love.
"We depart for the Greenwood tomorrow." Thranduil said, and he closed his eyes again, as a stream of wind blew across Imladris, down into the gardens, rustling the soft leaves and moving
their hair within it's crests. He felt sadness in his heart regarding the love that Glorfindel had found. A bittersweet ache swelled deep from within, but he did his best to dull it. He had to leave this valley, to escape so that he did not have to witness Glorfindel and Erestor's love.
"So soon?" Elrond questioned.
"I have been here long enough. The Greenwood calls to my soul. I need to return to my lands." Thranduil let his eyes flutter open, his smiling gaze rested on the new lovers.
"We will be sad to have you depart our valley, my dear friend." Glorfindel added. "My eternal gratitude for visiting me in one of my most darkest hours. I thank you for bringing your concern and care. Please know that your kindness and friendship means so much to me, and you helped heal my wounded soul."
"You can move me like no other, my dear Glorfindel." Thranduil let his gentle green eyes move to Erestor, before falling back on his once lover.
"Know that I only wish happiness and the best for you two." Thranduil ended his blessing with a genuine smile. "Now I must take my leave. I need to inform the Greenwood delegation of our departure." Thranduil then stood to leave.
"Thranduil." Elrond's voice stopped him. "Tonight we will hold a special banquet, one for which will celebrate our dear Glorfindel's recovery, our friendship with the Greenwood, and of all the good that there is in life."
Thranduil nodded, accepting the invitation before he left the three to themselves in the garden.
Elrond then too had to took his leave, needing to see to the banquet that they would have later that night. He left Erestor and Glorfindel alone to the gentleness of the late spring day.
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The banquet that night was joyful and table after table was filled with different fruits, vegetables and delicate desserts as befitting of any elven feast. The stars shone bright that night, twinkling like flaming candles in the sky. Ithil's glow cast the valley within it's beams, illuminating the people below.
Lindir led the minstrels in song. His long dark hair flowed down his back, mirroring the ripples of the melodies that rang from his lips. The twins sat on either side of Legolas, who unlike the last banquet, allowed the joy of the celebrations to ease his being, and he was for a change lighthearted and filled with joy. The three laughed and chatted as if they had no cares in the world, and as if they had been the best of friends all through their years.
Most everyone in Imladris was present that night, even Curumil regarded Glorfindel and Erestor, when he raised a toast at the sight of them together. His deep brown eyes twinkled, recalling the dream that Glorfindel had had so many nights ago, and he smiled at seeing that Glorfindel had indeed been able to break through the walls that held captive Erestor's heart captive.
He walked over to the pair, his friendly smile spread wide across his face. "My heart rejoices at seeing your strength as one with you again, Lord Glorfindel." He took a long drink of his wine, swirling the liquid in the cavern of his ancient mouth, savoring the sweet taste of the drink before turning his attention over to Erestor.
"And good evening, Erestor. You look most well this evening." He had been studying his long time acquaintance, noting the glow that seemed to emit from his core which told him that the two had finally accepted their.
Erestor smiled back, and both he and Glorfindel greeted him.
"Have you had any more dreams that I could assist you with Glorfindel?"
Curumil looked down into his wine glass, the liquid was gone and only the empty bottom greeted him back.
Glorfindel hugged Erestor close, letting his smile reveal all that was in his heart. "I have not, but should I ever, I promise to come seek your assistance again."
Erestor raised a curious eyebrow, a little amused at the alluded dream.
Curumil came closer to Erestor, having followed the tangents of his thought process, rambling on about their time in Lindon when Erestor was but an elfling, and of the work he did alongside his mother. Erestor listened on with amusement, as it was always the same old stories and chatter with Curumil. He gave an apologetic look to Glorfindel, who seemed engrossed with the history, taking great interest with learning just a little more about Erestor's past.
Curumil only stopped talking when he went to take another drink from his goblet, only recalling then that it was empty after no liquid poured out of it. He frowned, suddenly preoccupied with the wine instead of the pair of lovers and his tales of old.
"If you will excuse me," Curumil turned his steps towards the wine. "I need a refill it seems. It is not often that I let myself indulge in this sweet nectar and I had long forgotten just how wickedly delicious this drink can be." He inclined his head politely, excusing himself for another refill.
Glorfindel let his gentle laughter ring out. He had always held Curumil in the highest of regards and enjoyed his eccentricities.
"And just what dream would have you seek out Master Curumil for an interpretation?" Erestor let a playful teasing smile follow his question.
"Ah, just a dream about love." Glorfindel tried to keep a straight face, admitting to Erestor that he had sought advice from Curumil on that topic.
"A dream interpretation about love, say you?" Erestor tried to picture the conversation, but knew that Curumil was very wise with ever sound advice. It was Curumil who had served as tutor to Erestor, and it was he who had taught him all he knew about lore.
"Well, I could not go to you, now could I?" Glorfindel teased Erestor. "But from now on, I promise that I will have only you analyze my everything." He let a suggestive look cross his face.
"Ah, most certainly, and I shall give you a most thorough explanation and analysis, down to every minute detail."
"I look forward to that. How about tonight?" Glorfindel winked.
"Only if you feel up for it." Erestor seductively drank from his wine glass, keeping his gaze fixated Glorfindel.
Glorfindel felt his loins pull to fire. How he wanted to just grab Erestor right at that moment and make the sweetest of love to him over and over. But the party was just starting and as one of the guests of honor, he was bound to stay.
And as the guest of honor, Glorfindel found that others were making their way to him, engaging
him in talk, expressing their joy that he was well. Soon he was apart from Erestor, who was now deep in conversation with the twins and Legolas.
As the night drew longer into its hours, Glorfindel found himself standing by Thranduil. He had just finished conversing with Gildor and with Curumil, and had strangely kept his distance from him all through the night. Glorfindel decided to seek him out, knowing that this was his last night in their valley.
"My friend, I really hate that you have to leave us so soon." Glorfindel frowned a little, letting his sadness shine transparent as he regarded Thranduil.
"I hate to leave as well, but I wish not to interfere or be in the way. But the stronger pull I feel to return to Greenwood is why I leave. My home calls to me."
"And how are you Thranduil?"
"As well as I can be, perplexed though." Thranduil was always forthcoming with Glorfindel, as he wasn't with anyone else.
"About Legolas? Did he confide in you?"
"He did." Distressed green eyes unveiled the hurt deep within Thranduil. "It is me who has driven him away. He has confused his love, and thinks that it is me that his heart desires and burns for."
"You?" Glorfindel was shocked to learn of this revelation.
"It is true. I told him what I deemed best, that he has my love as his father forever, but that I can not condone such a love. I do not feel the same tug that his heart does. I do not love him, like that. I may have hurt him with this truth, but I said what must be said. He will grow to understand this, with time."
"I trust your judgement Thranduil and I agree, he will accept what he can not have in time." He gave his friend a encouraging hug. With a smile, Glorfindel then changed the subject, giving Thranduil a taste of his own medicine for once.
"And tell me, Thranduil, will it take me almost dying again for me to see your face again?"
Thranduil smiled, the bond between his friend was special to him. "Please come to the Greenwood sometime, Glorfindel. Bring Erestor along. Have a romantic getaway if you will." Thranduil's mischievous green eyes twinkled, and impish smile spread across his face.
Glorfindel agreed, a visit to the Greenwood would be something that he and Erestor would have to do.
He let his eyes travel over to Erestor, suddenly wanting to be right back by his side. The look that Thranduil was giving him told him to go back to him, and he did just that.
And finally, it was just the two of them alone, standing on one Imladris' many balconies. The music from the party continued on in the distance, but to both, there were no other sounds but just that of each other. Glorfindel let the stars fill his eyes, holding Erestor close, who in turn gazed up at the stars with his lover.
"The stars have never seemed so bright. They shine like diamonds in the sky." He took Erestor's hand in his own.
"The stars do seem brighter tonight than on any other night I have seen before. I look forward to many nights sharing the stars with you."
They pair held each other, long into the night, under the blazing stars of the late spring night. And when finally the pull to retire brought them to their room, they found themselves in the deepest of embraces, sharing their love again, as if it were again their very first time.
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