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The Surprise	By : matschristiana Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3411 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Surprise

II. The Silence
There was a knock on the door to the library. The handle clicked but the door didn't open. Erestor looked up from a scroll he read by the light of one candle. He closed his eyes for a moment. He didn�t wish to see anybody. He wished to be alone, to disappear into the air. How could he loose his self control so easily? He ruined one of the most expensive of Elrond's robes. His behavior was inexcusable.

The knock sounded again.

"Go away!" he snapped. He knew Glorfindel would come to speak with him. But the last thing he wished was to see him. He didn't know where all his anger had come from.

"It's me, Elrond," said the voice from the corridor.

Erestor sighed. His anger diminished. He stood up heavily and came to the door. He unlocked it and stepped back. He returned to his desk near the window. He heard the door opening and Elrond came in. The door closed. The silent footsteps came to him. He couldn't look at Elrond. He made a complete fool of himself and there was no excuse for him.

A gentle hand touched his shoulder. The advisor bowed his head and his heavy tresses covered his face. What should he say? How could he apologize?

"Erestor," Elrond addressed him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I know it's not enough... I'm sorry for what happened... I didn't mean to scare Elladan or Elrohir..."

To his surprise Elrond laughed quietly. Erestor looked at him at wonder and his eyes met a sparkling grey gaze. It was strange but Elrond wasn't angry.

"My sons have not been children for some time," although Erestor saw them like that. "The only one person you scared was Glorfindel..." Immediately he regreted his words because the anger flashed in usualy calm black eyes. Eresotr shook off the comforting hand and turned away. "I know you don't want to speak about it now..." ovedoved another chair to his friend.

Erestor rested his elbows on the table and put his face in his palms. Yes, he didn't wish to speak about it. But he owed Elrond an explanation. But how could he tell him what had happened? How could he tell him it happened because Glorfindel thought he had spent the night with Elrond. It would make him even a greater fool...

Elrond waited for Erestor to make his move. But he was not prepared for what happened next. At one moment he was looking at the tear-filled eyes and at the second Erestor huddled with his face buried in the soft fabric on his knees. Totally surprised he raised his hand and stroked the dark hair. He felt his friend trembling in the silent cry.

No, this was definitely not a simple quarrel.

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Arien was warming up the green valley for some time already and dried up the pools of water after yesterday's storm. The shine was reflected in the drops of dew in Elrond's gardens and in the crowns of the trees above the river. The blue sky promised a beautiful day.

But not everybody was in the mood to break into song. Surprised Elrond looked up as Erestor pushed away his untouched breakfast and stood up rashly. Then the black robes swished, the dark hair flew and his chief advisor disappeared. In the same time on the opposite side of the chamber appeared a tall golden-haired figure. Dark clouds ran on the fair forehead and the shine in blue eyes was gone. Even the gold tresses laid on his shoulders like listlessly. Glorfindel looked tired.

Glorfindel looked at the elves in the room and frowned. Erestor was not among them. He didn't know if it was good or not. He knew they should speak. He thought about it the whole night. But what should he tell him? Should he apologize? No, he did nothing wrong, he only made a mistake. He couldn't suspect that his friend an Elrond were lovers... And Erestor reacted too violently.

He crossed the chamber and stopped towering above the ruler of Imladris.

"Good morninglronlrond looked up at him. "Please, take a seat."

But the breakfast was the last thing on Glorfindel's mind. "Erestor, where is he?"

Elrond arched an eyebrow and pierced his friend with his gaze. "You want to talk to him?"

Absolutely in unelvish manner Glorfindel snarled some answer that could be count as his agreement. "So where is he?"

A long time Elrond held the blue eyes with his. Was it wise for them to speak now? There was yet too much anger in Erestor to go through the conversation calmly. And Glorfindel as well. He saw the pain in the dark-haired advisor's eyes. He was not sure whether Erestor would wish to speak with his friend.

"He left a while ago. I don't know where he is now."
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Erestor looked up from the scrolls he tried to read. Soft footsteps were approaching the library quickly. He knew them, all too well. The doorhandle clicked and the door opened.

"Erestor!" a silent call sounded in the library.

The doors were shut and the footsteps continued through the chamber. He heard them approaching his study. They stopped in front and t was was silence for some time. And then there was a knock.

When nothing happened, the knock was repeated, this time more loudly. Erestor stared at the closed door. What did Glorfindel want from him? He didn't wish to speak with him. He could not. The handle clicked but the door didn't open.

"Erestor, I wish to speak with you!"

A long silence continued until Glorfindel tried again. "I don't understand why you are so angry. I wish merely to speak to you. If I offended you yesterday, I'm sorry, but I didn't know that you and Elrond..."

In that time the door opened so quickly that the rest of his sentence stopped in his throat. In the fair face opposite of him the dark eyes glared, so dark that the darkness that Balrog took him was the land of the lights. Black hair livened by the movement of the door was falling down on the dark robe.

"It still surprises me how you could lead your house for such a long time. Your judgement is better and better... I do NOT wish to speak with you, about nothing. Leave!" The blue eyes disbelievingly stared at his friend who hissed at him like he was the lowest orc and then he slamed the door shut.

Erestor leaned against the closed door. His blood boiled in his veins altough he didn't know exactly why. He was angry, with the golden-haired elf because he drove him mad, with himself because he allowed it. Again the black eyes filled with silver tears. If only Glorfindel's mistake hadn't broken his heart and the wound hadn't bled with every other word. He wiped his eyes. He should be used to it after such a long time!

Glorfindel stared at the closed door. What was the matter with Erestor? Why was he so mad? Could it affect him so much that he thought Elrond had slept with him? He couldn't know they were lovers... When he thought about it for the whole night, he realized that although he considered Erestor his friend, he knew a little about him. Most of his time the chief advisor of Lord Elrond spent in the library and his study. To tell the truth he had no idea what his workload has been. He knew that all letters, every new scroll and book passed through his hands. So many times Glorfindel found that Erestor knew nearly everything about Imladris, including his every move. Erestor stood inconspicuously behind Elrond, discussing all the important matters with him. His work was to be seen everywhere and nowhere.

Glorfindel always knew him as a cold inconspicious elf. They had some fights at the beginning but after that they managed quite well. Even sometimes Glorfindel asked himself if Erestor had been able to feel their friendship. His fair face was like marble, emotionless, unreadable. Only the dark eyes flared with his inner flame yet cold at the same time. He had seen a smile on his face only few times, when the young prince Legolas came for a visit to Imladris. It was a mysterious how the young wooden elf reached him where everyone else failed. Glorfindel caught himself in surprised that he watched his friend at those precious moments. It was like he had seen a different elf.

Many times he tried to get under his skin, he tried to get some emotion to his features. And at one time he thought he had succeeded when he made him angry with his pranks. But soon Erestor took ahold of the control in their quarrels. And Glorfindel was annoyed by his cold logic. He had never lost his self control... until yesterday. Glorfindel was shocked by the force of his anger. But although he repeated their conversation from every side in his mind he didn't find a sufficient reason for Erestor's behavior. That old well-known Erestor would explain him he was wrong and Elrond was his lover and not Glorfindel's...

He shrugged. He had to speak with Erestor to make things clear. But it seemed that Erestor didn't want to discuss anything. Why was that? Did it torment him that he lost his nerve? He still didn't... Glorfindel had to find a chance to speak with him.

A few days passed without any progress. It seemed Erestor always avoided him. They never met in solitude. Precisely they rarely met in one room. There was an exeption - sessions at Elrond's study. But even then Erestor disappeared before it ended and he did not notice Glorfindel when he addressed him. The doors to his study were locked, at all times the whole days and nights.
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