AUTHORESS' NOTE: Hi everyone! I'm back! But this time, with another pairing in hand. I'm still thinking if I'm going to continue with my last story: "For the Passion of Thy Love." But I really really really want to write a story about my latest favorite slash pairing: Erestor and Glorfindel! Yaaay! I think I'll focus on this collection of short fics first. Well, this was supposed to be a collection of song fics, but since some nice person informed that it's already prohibited to use song materials from other artists (of which I really I had no idea, so I'm so sorry), I have to edit this chapter and delete the lyrics of the song. But, I strongly suggest you hear the song 'Fallin" by Tyler Ward first, or you can read the story while listening to the song, because it really adds a little drama. Well, I hope you will enjoy this one. And hopefully I could pull off the next story without using any song. I think I should change the title too, what do you think? Hmmm?

DISCLAIMER: I don't own LOTR

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Fallin'

A new captain has arrived. It was the news that greeted him upon his return from a meeting in Lothlorien. Glorfindel, lord of the House of the Golden Flower, hero of Gondolin, was reborn to serve Elrond Peredhel, and to aid them in their fight against the growing evil in Middle Earth.

A feast would be held in honour of this elf, a celebration for his return. All of Imladris was buzzing in excitement; elves were running to and fro, hastily making their way to perform their appointed tasks. Minstrels were practicing their music and tuning their instruments; Kitchen staffs were trying to out-do their selves, from the recipes up to the food presentation; The servants were busy decorating the Hall of Fire, making sure that it would justify its name.

While these goings-on happened, Erestor, Chief Advisor of Elrond, silently walked along the corridors of the Last Homely House, making his way towards his safe haven –his chamber, not giving any attention to the said celebration. Yes, he was the Chief Advisor, and he knew he should partake in this event. But he was so tired. Surely they won't object if he slept for the rest of the day. After all, even the most powerful elf deserved some rest and peace, right? And besides, he wasn't interested in joining any feast anyway. And he wasn't excited about this warrior reborn - not that he was ungrateful for the additional help, it's just that he was very much convinced that this elf, being an elf lord in Gondolin, was definitely a spoiled, boastful and arrogant elf. He would just be pissed with him. He might as well spend the rest of the day to relax and rest, so when the inevitable introduction came, he won't be too much cranky. Surely Elrond would let him be excused from the feast-

"Erestor?" A voice called as he was about to enter his room.

-Or not.

"Elrond." He replied as he closed his door again and faced his lord.

Elrond smiled broadly at him before pulling him in a hug, a gesture he gladly returned. "I'm glad for your safe return, mellon nin," Elrond said as they parted. "I hope your journey was uneventful?"

"Aye, it is. May I invite you for a drink?" Erestor offered as he was about to open his door again.

"Nay, nay, it's alright. I know you are tired. Just have some rest, for you will need it later tonight."

"Elrond –" Erestor was about to protest, but was cut-off by his lord's stern look.

"Erestor, you always find ways to escape from celebrations. But not this time. I wouldn't take no as an answer."

"But –"

"I want you to meet our new captain. I'm sure you will like him."

Erestor raised an eyebrow, but Elrond matched it with two. He sighed defeated and gave in.

"Alright, I'll be there tonight."

Elrond's smile was a triumphant one. "Perfect!" And with that, the lord of Imladris disappeared with a whirl of his robes, leaving Erestor to sulk .

'So much for my well-deserved peace,' Erestor thought as he entered his chambers.

...

EXTRAVAGANT. That's how one could describe the hall of fire tonight. Out of place. That's how one could describe Erestor tonight as he walked his way towards the balcony.

"Well, I must congratulate you, my friend, for succeeding in making yourself stand out tonight. Black robes, unadorned hair, sombre look amidst this colourful environment. Tsk, we won't surely lose you in the crowd." Elrod said as he suddenly appeared beside Erestor, matching the advisor's footsteps.

Erestor released a heavy sigh when they reached the comfort of the balcony. He stared at the moonlit gardens of Imladris for a moment, finding comfort in the darkness ahead. He then tilted his head a little to look at his friend, who stood beside him, back leaning at the balustrade.

"You only said that I should attend the feast. You didn't mention what I should wear and what I should look."

Elrond raised an eyebrow before he slowly took a sip from his wineglass. "Last time I check, the feast is in the Hall of Fire, not in the balcony."

Erestor's smile broadened a little as he turned around and leaned his back against the balustrade, mimicking Elrond's position.

"Last time I check, this balcony is still a part of the Hall of Fire."

And that was when he saw him. A sight that glued his gaze inside the hall. There, standing with his back facing him, was an elf dressed in white robes that seemed to shimmer on its own; his golden hair flowed smoothly, like silk, upon his back; he stood tall, that there would be no mistaking of the prowess and nobility that he possessed.

The look of awe from Erestor's face did not go unnoticed by Elrond, so he followed his friend's gaze. As soon as he found out what it was that seemed to strike his quiet advisor, a knowing smile formed on his lips.

Elrond walked towards the golden elf, blocking Erestor's view in the process. Erestor watched Elrond's back as the lord of Imladris made his way towards the hall. His brows furrowed when his lord stopped just behind the golden elf. The latter turned around to face Elrond, but Erestor could still not see his face, for Elrond and the mystery elf were of the same height.

Elrond then turned around and caught Erestor's eyes. The peredhel walked towards him, a mischievous smile on his lips, his gaze never releasing that of Erestor's. They stared at each other for a moment: one scheming, one confused. Erestor looked past Elrond's shoulders, then his eyes widened, his body stiffened and his hand shook in sudden nervousness when he noticed that the golden elf was walking right behind Elrond.

Erestor took a deep breath, and then slowly released it. He repeated the process until he finally convinced himself to calm down. 'Calm yourself, calm yourself, he's just another elf, why are you acting as such?' Erestor berated himself as the two elves neared him.

Elrond stopped right in front of Erestor, and his smile was so annoying Erestor was itching to wipe it off of the peredhel's face.

"I think a proper introduction is in order. Erestor, I want you to meet our new captain – Glorfindel." Elrond stepped aside, finally revealing the face of that mysterious elf. "Glorfindel, this is my chief advisor – Erestor."

Handsome… glorious… words couldn't fully describe the vision in front of him. Perfect… never did he imagine that he would meet someone so… perfect: those deep blue eyes, which seems to see the depth of his soul. That nose, so perfect he felt the urge to trace his finger on it. Those enticing lips, curved in a smile that made his knees tremble. It took a lot of his will power not to fall on his knees upon seeing that ethereal face. And when the golden elf spoke, he heard a song that he never heard before – a sweet music that would always be in his heart.

"Mae govannen, Master Erestor. It is a pleasure to meet you," and the golden elf inclined his head to the side, never breaking eye contact.

...

"The pleasure is mine, Lord Glorfindel. I welcome you to Imladris," Erestor managed to reply and inclined his head in return, though he averted his eyes, for he believed that his heart would burst if he continued to hold those intense gaze.

The sound of a thousand bells rung through his ears as Glorfindel laughed merrily.

"Truly? Well there's only one thing to do to prove your words," Glorfindel declared before looking at Elrond. I am very much inclined to accept his offered welcome."

"Offer? I didn't –" Erestor tried to protest, but was cut-off by Elrond.

"By all means, Glorfindel. This is your feast, you should enjoy every bit of it."

And with that, Glorfindel took Erestor's hand and firmly but gently dragged the stunned elf towards the hall. Despite his shock, he still managed to look back at Elrond, whose large grin matched that of Glorfindel.

'Oh, you just wait Elrond, I'll definitely get back to you. And when I do, you won't be able to grin like that. Ever. Again.'

"Wait!" Erestor demanded as he tried to release his hands from Glorfindel's grip. He would try to stop in place every now and then, but Glorfindel could not be deterred. The lithe advisor was no match with the Golden warrior.

They continued their advances towards the dance floor, and Glorfindel only stopped when they were already in the middle of the crowd. Glorfindel's abrupt halt brought Erestor tumbling towards him. The golden elf turned around quickly so that he could hold Erestor within his arms as the raven elf found himself pressed against strong and muscular chest.

Glorfindel smiled gently at the stunned elf looking up at him. Slowly, he slid his hands on Erestor's and wrapped it around his neck. Erestor blinked, and he was suddenly brought out of his stupor.

"I don't know how to dance!" Erestor exclaimed distraughtly as he attempted to pull back his hands, but Glorfindel held on to them tightly, keeping them upon his neck.

"Then just follow me," he cajoled, staring intently down at the advisor, never leaving his gaze as he gently rested his own hands upon the advisor's hips. And follow Erestor did, as Glorfindel took the lead.

...

Thump Thump… Thump Thump…

Day and night danced with each other. Hushed whispers joined the music as the pair swirled around the danced floor, caught up within their own world, enveloped within their own magical moment. As this moment happened, the only thing that Erestor heard was the furious beating of his heart.

Thump Thump… Thump Thump…

Nothing else mattered. Neither one noticed the approving looks of those watching. Neither one saw the satisfied smiles of their spectators. Neither one heard the words uttered in agreement of how perfect they were together.

Thump Thump… Thump Thump…

...

The whole night went on with the two of them surprisingly inseparable. They danced together, ate together, conversed together, laughed together, or just simply kept each other company.

And when the party was over, Glorfindel offered Erestor to walk with him to his chambers, of which the latter accepted. They walked through the corridors in a comfortable silence. No words were spoken. No words were needed.

"Thank you, Lord Councillor, for the wonderful evening. I greatly enjoyed your company." Glorfindel said when they reached Erestor's door.

"I still think I didn't offer you a dance as a sign of my welcome." Erector retorted –the desired stern effect was lost for he couldn't help the blissful smile on his lips.

Glorfindel laughed at that, and the butterflies at Erestor's stomach flew anew.

"Indeed you didn't. But I saw no regret in your eyes anyway."

Erestor couldn't deny that, and he couldn't stop the small blush that crept up his cheeks. He bowed down his head in futile attempt to hide his embarrassment.

Glorfindel chuckled at that, and he took the liberty to put his forefinger under the councillor's chin to gently tilt his head up. Then his thumb gently caressed Erestor's cheek.

"I really had a good night. And I'm looking forward to many more nights like this one on the future."

Intense blue eyes held adorable green ones and the next thing Erestor knew was those soft lips were pressed against his cheek.

"Good eve, councillor, until tomorrow," Glorfindel said, and he turned to walk from the hallway towards his own chambers.

"G-good eve, captain," Erestor managed to stammer, but Glorfindel heard it clearly.

The blonde stopped and looked back to give Erestor one more charming smile before continuing his walk.

...

Erestor just kept on staring at the retreating elf, his hand touching his cheek, relishing the tingling sensation of the kiss.

It was not until the blonde rounded up the corridor that Erestor entered his chamber. He closed the door, leaned back against it, slowly slid down for his knees became weak and his heart pounding furiously inside his chest, and continued smiling like a ninny.

He hated parties, was not interested in attending feasts, and ignored celebrations. But for once, he was thankful that he let Elrond to persuade him in attending this one, for on this particular night… he met Glorfindel. Instead of regret, he found happiness… he found a friend… he found light… he found love…

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Erestor found himself falling in a pit, with nothing to hold on to, with nothing to stop his descend. But for some odd reason, he didn't mind, he wasn't afraid, and so he let himself fall, enveloped in feeling of warmth, sunshine, and rightness of it all

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