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The Dance On Water	By : redkiwi Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2174 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Tolkien's world (Silmarillion/Lord of the Rings/Hobbit), nor the characters from it. No money is made from the writing of this story.

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Erestor continued his troublesome walk to Glorfindel's office. While he walked, he mentally prepared himself because he finally meant to confess his feelings to Glorfindel. It was maddness to continue on in this manner, locking his feelings up until he went numb with his missgivings. Erestor little wanted that fate. He had already lived within the twighlight of his dolor, and he had somehow managed to broke free it. He knew that now wanted the love of another. But confessing that love was much harder than he would have ever known.
His walk had ended and he was now at the closed door to Glorfidnel's office. Erestor knocked on it, gently at first, but after no response, his knock became louder. No response came, but Erestor could not be deterred. He opened the door and glanced inside. A quick scan of the cluttered room told Erestor that Glorfindel was not in.
Although Glorfindel was not in the office, Erestor lingered a moment, taking in the clutter and disarray that made him wonder how Glorfindel was able to find or complete anything within this room. He took the room in once more, and he caught the subtle traces of Glorfindel's unique scent of spice and deep musk that hung in the air around a desk that was pilled with papers and weapons. The scent was warm and welcoming and Erestor closed his eyes a moment, letting himself be swept within the glorious scents that reminded him so much of the one he loved.
Needing to find Glorfindel, he made himself leave the disorderly office, where he strangely felt like tarrying in. Erestor walked the area where the guards and soldiers were housed and trained, thinking that perhaps Glorfindel would be there. Through the various sounds of sword clashing with sword and grunts of determined voices, Erestor could make out Glorfindel's melodic voice. He heard that voice before he spotted him amongst some trainees.
Glorfindel was instructing the new recruits while deep in mock-battle. Erestor stole closer to the area to watch Glorfindel's beautiful and skilled movement as he was fending off multiple attackers. He was clad only in tight grey trousers, and as he moved, his chest muscles flexed and contorted exquisitely, exposed for all to see. In all of his might Glorfindel looked as one of the Valar to Erestor. The intoxicating sight rendered him into a stupor, and for many minutes he did not move.
Glorfindel mesmorized him, and he could feel the flame of arousal rise within him. Erestor tried to stop his growing arousal, but his body would not listen to what his mind tried to will it to do.
But as he watched, the mocking uncertainty of attraction crept into his mind when the doubts of rejection manifested themselves to him. Even if he did confess his attraction why could Glorfindel want him? How could he ever expect to attract someone as perfect as Glorfindel was?
Glorfindel was a warrior, mighty and valiant. How presumptuous was it for him to think that Glorfindel would ever find interest in him. How could Glorfindel? Erestor was nothing at all like the magnificent warrior that danced before his eyes. Erestor was a scholar, slender, un-muscular, and a complete opposite of Glorfindel. That compiled with their problematic history together all but sealed the fact that a relationship between the two of them was out of the question. He was a fool to even wish and yearn for Glorfindel.
Defeat and sadness ran through his mind as Erestor retreated away from the scene. The explanation and confession were forgotten as he hid himself away in the extensive library of Imladris. He climbed the stairs to the second story in the main room of the library and sat in a quite corner. He closed his eyes, to focus better on the aged smell of the old parchments, manuscripts and books that filled the rooms of the library.
Erestor had always loved the smell of old parchment and scribe's ink, and he let the comforting and familiar smells fill his senses. The tranquilizing effects of the aromas soon took hold of him, as he let his mind drift away from his worrisome thoughts.
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Glorfindel had just finished the training session when he spotted one of the twin sons of Elrond walking to the training area.
"Elrohir!"
Glorfindel greeted him. "Have you just returned? How are you? How was the fortnight that found you tracking our enemy?" He wiped the sweat away from his body before he pulled his tunic back on.
"We are well, Glorfindel. Elladan is now tending to the horses, since we have just returned. We were able to hunt and kill many of those foul creatures, but ever more would roam freely near our borders."
Elrohir paused awhile when he noticed that Glorfindel was taking in the grime and gore from their orc pursuit that still clung to his body and clothing.
He knew it worried the others when Elladan and he ventured off for weeks, determinedly fixated on justifying and avenging the wrong that had befallen their beloved mother, who was forever gone from the gardens and the sitting room where she frequented so often, forever gone from the valley of Imladris, and the golden woods of their grandparents, and seemingly gone forever from their lives. 'Time heals', he had been told, but so did action and revenge. Elrohir knew it was a somewhat childish reaction, but his heart was wounded, and through this he was finding some solace.
"Do not worry, for no harm came to us while we were scouting and fighting orcs. I wanted to inform you that he and I did kill a sizable number of those creatures. But the news is not as good as we would want, for there were tracks that indicated that a large number must have passed through before we had reached the area. We decided against pursuing them however, because we promised father that we would return within this week. How has everything been here?" He concluded as he and Glorfindel walked away from the training grounds.
"Just as it has been before the two of you left. And you are aware that you are a day too late to have returned within the fortnight that your father had requested of you."
Glorfindel chattered on about the events that had happened over the past two weeks for a moment, before he abruptly stopped. His mind drifted over the past week and the thoughts of Erestor that had consumed him during.
"You have stopped speaking, and I can read the discord that is etched across your face. What is amiss, Glorfindel?" Elrohir stopped as he gave his former tutor and good friend an empathetic look.
"It is just the news of the orcs which vexes me." Glorfindel lied, very well knowing that Elrohir would see right through his cover. Elrohir was bright, but never had really been one who was known for adamant prying, as his father and brother were notorious for, and Glorfindel hoped that he would not force the topic.
"You should go and refresh yourself since I am sure that you desire a warm bath to wash away the memories of the road. You do look a freight." Glorfindel moved the topic at hand, knowing that Elrohir would take his implication, and thus ending their conversation before any slips could be made.
"Yes, it is best not to carry the black blood of our foes within this sanctuary. I will be taking my leave now." Elrohir did not get the reputation for being the brighter of the twins purely from his knowledge of history, lore, or languages.
The two turned their separate ways and Elrohir headed for his rooms. He had covered half the distance when Elladan caught up to him, face smeared with blood and with dirt.
"My brother, we have visitors." Elladan said as he pointed to the area where the stables were located.
Elrohir glanced in the direction where he saw a strange elf dismount elegantly from a white steed. The stranger was clad in various shades of green overtoned with greys, which gave the clothing a mossy appearance reminiscent of an old forest. His long silver hair glimmered under the spring sun and was braided back in a complex, yet simplistic way behind his ears. Beside him, three other elves dressed similarly though with less decoration, also dismounted from their steeds. Their long brown hair was tied back with braids that indicated their status as elven guards.
Elrohir and Elladan smiled at the unknown stranger before them, an enchanting vision of elven perfection, and they approached the group of strangers. "Well meet, friends from afar."
They both politely greeted their guests, although the grime of their pursuits did nothing for first impressions.
"I am Elrohir, and this is my brother Elladan." Elrohir stopped speaking, and he waited for the group to identify themselves and state their purpose for their arrival to their valley.
"Greetings to you both, sons of Elrond. It is an honor to finally meet you. I come here as messenger, bringing greetings and letters from King Thranduil of Greenwood." The stranger placed an arm across his chest, bowing elegantly to the twins before he introduced himself. "I am Legolas of the woodland realm, and these are my escort."
"A pleasure to meet you as well Legolas son of Thranduil, for too have we heard your name though you dwell far from the place where we live."
Both twins stepped closer to Legolas, as they gestured to help show him to his lodgings. They had never met Legolas before, but they knew the names of the children of the King of Greenwood.
"Allow us to show you and your escort to your quarters. Then after you have refreshed yourself, you can deliver the messages from your father." Elladan and Elrohir were on either side of Legolas as they continued their walk to the main house of Elrond.
"This is your first journey from the Greenwood?" Elladan asked after a brief interlude of silence.
Elladen's keen eyes caught the intense stare his brother gave to Legolas, although Legolas seemed not to notice the stolen glances his brother made. A pain stung within his heart, when he interpreted the undertone that drove that stare.
'Think not of this, for whenever your brother's eyes catches that of another, will not your heart sting in agony as well?' he thought to himself while he continued to keep his face placid and eyes inscrutable.
"Yes, this is the first time that I have travelled from my woodland home. So far, I have liked what I have seen on my journey. I like Imladris. I find your valley peaceful with all of its natural beautiful." Legolas smiled as he glanced at Elladan and Elrohir.
He had heard that the two were similar in appearance, and now that he had finally seen them in person he realized just how identical the two were. 'Identical exteriorly, though only a fool would not want to know your differences and dissimilarities. In time I pray that I will be able to tell you two apart.' Legolas thought to himself.
Despite the dirt and dried black blood that stained their tunics and leggings, Legolas could easily see the beauty of the twins that was hidden beneath the grime. Both were tall, with long dark brown hair braided and styled in the same warrior fashion. Their grey eyes, which were the highlight of their handsome faces, held sparkles of greens, a trait inherited from their mother whose sharp green eyes were legendary. Strong facial features smeared with dirt and blood, showed the mortal heritage of the two as did their incredible shoulder span and musculature. Identical beyond comparison, yet Legolas noticed that deep within their eyes, a dissimilar light was reflected within the two sets. Legolas couldn't explain to himself just what he saw within the differing reflections, but intrigue was struck within his mind and wonderings, captivated fully by their bewitching eyes.
"After I have delivered the messages and rested awhile, I would like to explore this valley more." Legolas continued speaking after he had studied the twins, knowing that only by spending time with the two would he better understand the haunting lights within their eyes.
"Have you just returned from some errand or journey?" Legolas couldn't help but ask the twins, his curious mind always seeking after knowledge.
"My brother and I have spent the last two weeks pursuing and slaughtering the foul orcs that roam the area near our lands. We have vowed to never cease our pursuit until every last one of them has died." Elrohir forced back the bitter tears that always threatened to surface when he thought about what had happened to his mother by the hands of the orcs.
Legolas chose not to respond, recalling what had happened to the Lady Celebrian, so the three continued in silence until they entered the house of Elrond.
Remembering Legolas' words Elladan turned to him. "We would gladly show you around Imladris, if you would want us to. There are many sights and things to see and do in our valley, many secrets worth discovering." He offered enthusiastically nodding to his brother, his contempt masked behind his mirth.
Legolas' reply was personified in a gentle nod, his eyes fixated and steadfast upon the twins. The group had now entered the guest wing where Legolas and his escort would stay.
"I hope this room is to your liking."
Elrohir opened a large double door, which was stained in a rich deep mahogany and carved with intricate designs of flora and fauna interlace. The doors opened inwardly to reveal a luxuriously welcoming room generously furnished with grey-blue plush covered wooden furniture whose wood was matched with the same dark stain of the doors. The wood was polished and reflected every light from the room across its smooth surface. Elrohir walked through the room where he opened yet another set of doors that led into the bedchamber of the guest suite.
Elladan and Legolas followed behind the younger twin into the next room that contained a large bed canopied with a translucent pearly blue material that shimmered slightly in difference with every glance one gave to it. The bedspread was fashioned with matching material, layered above a darker blue cloth of linen. The whole bedspread was then trimmed with a smooth blue satin edge that beckoned one's hand to slowly roam along its smooth straight course along the side of the bed. Numerous matching pillows were placed near the headboard that spanned upwards and was carved in the fashion of a leafless tree, whose branches reached upwards to the canopy sky. A large armoire, numerous bookshelves, a divan with matching armchairs, and a large desk furnished the rest of the room. A curtain made of the same shimmering material as the canopy danced lazily with the wind that blew in from the large open balcony door.
"Such a fine room." Legolas thought as he turned to Elladan and Elrohir. "Thank you for your hospitality." He smiled at the two before he walked further into the room. "I look forward to when you will share the secrets of your valley with me."
"Good. We will leave then, for we are sure you wish to refresh awhile. We will be back soon to guide you to our father's office where you may deliver the messages. Until then, Legolas. Those of your party still need to be shown their quarters, so we shall see to that now."
Elladan and Elrohir then left Legolas alone, so that they could tend to the other Greenwood Elves.
Legolas watched as they walked away before he entered into the bathroom where he drew himself a bath. He leaned back into the refreshing water allowing his tired body to rest before his meeting with the Lord of Imladris.
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