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Morning Daydream	By : Mel99Moe Category: -Fourth Age to Modern times and beyond > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1101 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4 Lovers

The recently promoted trainees stood before the King and accepted their gifts. Each one was given a dagger with a special rune carved upon the hilt, a reminder of the one thing they needed to work on the most. Antien accepted his gift and glanced at the rune. ‘Self-confidence’ was inscribed on his. It was true. Though he was very confident in many things, the one he needed to remember most was confidence in himself. Then he was gifted a bow, the most treasured weapon of Greenwood. Antien was indeed granted the position of palace guard along with his best friend Rhavaniel. Now would begin their last session of training before they started their new positions. Unfortunately, Glandur would not be his teacher this time.

Antien glanced around the grand ballroom. He hadn’t seen Glandur much so far this night. He was busy meeting some of the current palace guards who had many interesting stories to tell. Now he was feeling a little anxious as the night was coming to an end. After a quick look around, he found him by the wine table. Antien watched as he picked up two glasses. He turned and instantly locked eyes with him. Antien’s heart raced. Glandur looked so handsome in his warrior attire. His hair shone like gold against the contrast of his green tunic. Loose braids held his hair back from his face. It was a very relaxed look, different from how he usually seemed. Glandur approached him and handed him a glass.

“Congratulations once again, Antien. You will make a fine addition to the palace guard,” Glandur said.

“I could not have done it without your help,” Antien answered holding his glass up. Glandur did the same and they clinked glasses, each nodding his head.

Antien was even more nervous than he had been waiting to hear of his training status. Tonight he would tell Glandur his true feelings. He hoped he was right in his assumptions. They hadn’t connected on a personal level too often but when they did, it was the strongest most reassuring feeling in the world.

They spent the evening talking and getting to know each other much better. They told stories of their youth and of their families and friends. Antien swore Glandur to secrecy and told him about Rhavaniel and Prince Legolas, of how he thought they were made for each other. Glandur had a hard time believing him at first, especially after the scene on the training grounds when Rhavaniel had bested Legolas then gloated.

“How can you think they are meant to be together?” Glandur asked after some discussion.

“How can you not? It is that fire and determination that fuels a hidden love between them,” Antien answered passionately.

Glandur studied Antien’s features as he spoke. He was not old, not by elf standards but Antien was five hundred years his junior and brought out a youthfulness he had not felt in years. He caught Antien with his eyes. “And something I hope to find one day.”

Antien could not look away and became bold himself. “You never know when fate might just be around the corner.”

This is my chance, Glandur thought to himself. He would put it out there and hope Antien responded well. “Antien, I--”

A messenger interrupted him. “Word comes from the borders. We have received information about another attack on the way. All troops are needed by order of the King. Prepare to move out and pack heavy. This next wave may be ongoing. It could be quite a while before you are relieved of your duty,” said an anxious messenger.

“I’m sorry Antien, but I have to go. Duty calls,” Glandur said as he stood up from the table where they sat.

“What did he mean by ‘pack heavy’?” Antien asked.

“I will probably be gone no less than six months, maybe longer if the spiders and Orcs’ numbers have increased.”

Antien seemed to stare past him. Six months seemed a long time to be on patrol, but he knew the life of a border guard was not easy. For a brief second, he thought of what a life with Glandur would be like. He would be away quite often. Was that something he wanted? Was that something he could deal with, being away from the one he loved? Then the worst thing that could have happened did. Glandur gripped Antien’s forearm in an elvish handshake. There was no warmth or gentleness in this gesture. It was like two old friends saying goodbye.

“Again, congratulations, Antien. Maybe when I return we can get together for more conversation. I really enjoyed myself tonight. Unfortunately, I must go now. War does not wait for the warrior.” And with that, Glandur turned to leave the hall.

Antien stood there a moment, not moving and wondering what might have happened if they weren’t interrupted. Maybe it was for the better. Maybe he was mistaken about Glandur. Of course he was. This was only infatuation. Surely Glandur did not feel the same way. Antien looked back at the table where they were sitting. “I guess that’s it then,” he said to himself. He realized he left his new dagger lying next to his empty wine glass; the one Glandur brought him, the same one he slowly sipped from as they spoke of their personal lives. He picked up the dagger and examined it before sheathing it.

“Self-confidence.” he said reading the rune. “Self- confidence,” he said again. Suddenly, Antien stood a little taller. “Self-confidence,” he said once more, this time a little louder and a little bolder. “Confidence in myself. Yes, that’s it,” he spoke aloud leaving a couple elves within earshot to wonder if he had lost his mind. Antien felt their eyes on him and turned to look at them with a smile. “If I don’t do this now, I might very well regret it.”

The two by standers gave Antien confused looks then turned to each other and shrugged their shoulders.

“That’s exactly my point,” Antien said to them. He sheathed his dagger and took off, leaving the grand hall to carry out his mission.

He burst through the doors and looked left then right. He caught sight of a particular blond head just disappearing around a corner and took off in a sprint to follow. A few more corners and a few more sprints and Antien finally caught up to Glandur. He put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. Glandur turned around. “Antien, what are you . . .”

“My rune,” he said, out of breath.

Glandur thought he misunderstood him. “Your what? Did you forget something?”

Antien smiled and laughed and Glandur looked at him as if he were drunk. “The rune on my dagger says self-confidence. That’s why it is there, to remind us of what we need to work on most. Tell me . . . what did yours say? You never told me.”

Glandur wrinkled his brow and questioned Antien’s sanity, but he went along anyways since he seemed determined. “Mine said ‘Trust.'”

Antien looked around and noticed that there were a few too many ears about, so he motioned for Glandur to follow him to a small alcove between doors. When he was sure he had a private moment he spoke. “I am taking this opportunity to work on my weakness,” he said and then took a hold of Glandur’s arm. Then he took a deep breath. “You have helped me so much over the past few weeks and . . .” he paused and tried to swallow but his mouth was as dry as cotton. “. . . and I feel like I have gotten to know you very well as a friend. But . . .” Now he lifted his eyes to meet Glandur’s. “But now I need to tell you how I really feel, and if this hurts our friendship then so be it. If I don’t tell you before you leave for the borders then . . .”

Glandur suddenly gripped Antien’s arm and pulled him close, stopping his rambling. He brought his face close to Antien’s and looked deep into his eyes. “I wanted to tell you too,” Glandur whispered, his lips just inches away from Antien’s.

Antien was stunned, almost speechless. “Tell me what?” he asked, his voice wavering.

“No . . . no, you started the conversation and you are the one who needs to work on his self-confidence,” Glandur teased. “Go on then, what is so important that it could not wait until I returned from the borders?”

“From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I have wanted you,” Antien said looking like a frightened chipmunk in a trance. Then he closed his eyes and shook his head. “No, that’s not what I was going to say. Well, in a way yes but . . . well, what I was going to tell you was that . . .,” he said stumbling over his own words.

Glandur’s heart soared with joy at that moment. So he was right in assuming that Antien had felt the same connection. And now look at him, he thought. He’s so nervous he can’t get the words out.

Antien was still rambling when Glandur captured his lips and kept him from digging a bigger hole for himself. It was a simple kiss of just lips on lips but it spoke volumes. There were no words to explain the feeling. They felt the connection and reveled in its warmth and spark. Finally, Glandur released Antien and came back to gaze into his eyes. “You were saying?”

“Do I really need to say anything more?” Antien said.

Glandur smiled and tapped Antien’s dagger, which hung at his side. “Self-confidence,” he jested.

Antien looked down and took a hold of Glandur’s hand. “I want to be with you and I want you to be with me. I don’t know what may come of this, but I care for you a great deal, much more than as a friend.”

“And I care for you also,” Glandur answered. “I too felt something when I first saw you. I put my feelings aside as we trained, but they were always there just below the surface. I only hoped that you felt the same way.”

Antien lifted his face. “That is exactly what I was trying to tell you.”

Glandur leaned in once more and kissed Antien, this time with more passion and this time Antien responded to him. Then they pulled apart once more.

“I hate to do this now Antien, but I really must go. But if I had my way, I would not leave you anytime soon,” Glandur said.

Antien glanced to Glandur’s side. “And what of your rune, ‘Trust?’ Do you trust that I will be here waiting for you when you return?”

“I do Antien. I trust you whole heartedly,” Glandur said, his fingers trailing along Antien’s jaw before drawing him in for one final kiss. And with that, he was off to gather his supplies and leave for the border. Antien had never felt as elated as he did now. He had found his self-confidence and possibly the love of his life.

* * *

The next six months should have passed quickly for an elf and especially for an elf in his final training session, but for Antien, it dragged on and on. He kept telling himself that nothing lasted forever, which was an odd thing for an immortal elf to say in the first place. Soon, word reached the city that the troops were returning. Antien kept his news a secret until he was sure it was real. Just as he promised, Glandur returned to him and Antien was waiting. They took their relationship slow and steady . . . at first, but they knew they loved each other and confessed their love quickly. They were inseparable and eventually Antien told Rhavaniel his good news. She was so happy for him, though it came at a time of despair for her. Legolas had invited her to a dance, which she accepted. Then she found out that he only did this because of his rather rude friend who was interested in her.

Antien told Glandur what happened to his friend, but Glandur only shook his head. “I’m telling you, those two are like oil and vinegar.”

“And I’m telling you that you should never question my premonition,” Antien argued.

Glandur said nothing more on the subject. Antien was very confident in his predictions and he would never give up on Rhavaniel and Legolas.

* * *

A few more years passed, some of the most wonderful years either elf had ever experienced. Tonight was Legolas’ maturity celebration and of course, Antien and Glandur were there. And just as Antien predicted, Rhavaniel was finally with the young Prince. Glandur never doubted him again after that.

It had been a wonderful evening. They both danced with Rhavaniel as well as each other and were in need of a break. Antien used this as an excuse to lure Glandur outside and to the gardens. They walked along hand in hand, but separated when they saw an approaching couple. Finally, they found a quiet secluded spot and stood beneath a beautiful beech tree. After a while, their conversation changed course.

“Why must we hide our outward feelings towards one another?” Glandur questioned. They did not go out of their way to hide their affection, but they were careful how much they let show. “I do not care what others might think. It will not hurt our status. Besides, you are in the palace and I am at the borders. It will not get in the way of our work. It is not fair to either of us to hide our love any longer.”

Antien could tell this hurt his lover. Maybe he was right and maybe it was time to take this relationship to the next step. He took a deep breath and swore he would not stumble on his words as he did the last time they had this kind of a conversation.

“Then let us not hide it any longer, my love,” Antien said. “But if we are going to do this, then let us do it right. Let us claim our love right here, on this night. I freely give you my soul. There is no other who makes me feel so complete. Glandur, bind to me this evening, so that our love may be blessed by the Valar. I love you and I want to be with you for all eternity.”

Glandur took Antien into his arms. “Yes . . . yes my love. I freely give you my soul this night to be blessed by the Valar. You are all I have ever wanted, all I have ever dreamed of and nothing has felt more right. I love you now and forever until the last grain of sand is turned into ash.”

And so, on that beautiful moonless star-filled night, somewhere deep within the forest of Greenwood, beneath an ancient beech, Antien and Glandur bound to each other, to never be apart and to love one another for eternity. Antien never again doubted his own confidence and Glandur’s trust never wavered. They were soul mates and lived every day to its fullest. Never again did they hide away their love. Never did they feel lonely. They were truly blessed by the Valar because theirs was a love like no other.

The End…
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