Authors Note: This came into my head after a 10 hour shift at my work, I'm not sure where it's going but it has DEFINITE potential. Few things, Characters may be -slightly- A/U and the timeline is TOTALLY messed up.(Messed up in the sense that events are going to happen totally out of sequence or possibly with my own sequence) but only because I think it might be more fun that way! I don't own ANYTHING at all. That belongs to the wonderful wonderful Tolkien, definitely not me. Borrowing for a brief period of time. So...Glorfindel and Erestor seem to need this...Why? Ask the muse that put it in my head when I lay exhausted after afore mentioned work shift...ENJOY!
There was no number, no way, no real knowledge. No one had picked up a pen and written down the date. No one had held a ceremony or a feast. I had simply walked in one day, engaged in conversation with my comrades about battle tactics and perimeter defences and there he was. I had never really considered myself any sort of elf in particular, I had never had any serious lovers-trysts in my youth. Silly engagements coming off the high of battle. Sometimes with men, sometimes with women. Nothing had ever been of particular interest to me. But on this afternoon, in the half filtered light of a window, shadowed by the fluttering curtain, I saw him. His soft pale skin decorated by his long dark hair. It was braided delicately but not for any purpose other then to keep it from his eyes. His eyes were downcast, gazing at a document being shown him by one of the junior advisors. He wore a simple black, faded robe that did no justice to his body, but roused every peak of interest in my soul. I wanted to know-not in an animalistic, sexual sort of way but in a...what was laying underneath, was he as thin and underfed as I imagined him to be? His thin, sculpted face said he would be...but I wanted to know for sure. As we walked by, I couldn't stop myself from turning my head, taking in his black shapeless shape, his long hanging hair, and the flash of his hands as he trailed a finger down the document. I noted with a smile that his fingers were stained with black ink, blue ink and a soft streak of red that disappeared underneath his billowy sleeve. Blinking my eyes I shook my head and tried to turn my attention bac kto the conversation I had been having originally...but all thought had been lost...Why...and how in the name of the Valar, had I not seen him before?