AN- shrug Just love and slash and sex. Again…
DISCLAIMER- The inspiration, the genius, the beauty all belongs to Tolkein. Only the typos are mine.
"What is this? To live…. To be alive. Is not it a most remarkable thing? Why do we fear it, Erestor, why do we hide from it?" The noldo stopped in his pacing, sun-kissed hair falling as rivulets of gold over his broad shoulders as he turned just so, to lock his gaze of summer sapphire onto his dark-haired kin.
As silent as night and just as shimmering beautiful, Erestor sat. Long, long hair of midnight raven framed his gorgeous slender body. The alabaster of his skin was as softly radiant as the deep, frosted azure of his eyes. He spoke not a word as Glorfindel stepped closer to him.
"What are you so afraid of, Erestor?"
Silence greeted him.
"Why do you hide from yourself, from your life?"
A flutter of sweeping black lashes, and a flicker of such sad and lovely eyes.
Glorfindel smiled softly. To see sadness in those eyes, to see anything, was a privilege. "I would give back to you your life."
Those eyes that he so loved snapped quickly to him, wide, sooty lashes brushing downy cheeks.
"Let me… Erestor, let me see you. Let me feel you. I love you."
There was silence, winter, and laughter and spring all at once. There was summer and warm winds, and the first fall of the leaves in autumn. There, in those eyes, was every beautiful thing Glorfindel had ever before seen. There was hope… There was love.
Erestor's rosy lips parted to give him the benefit of returned words, and he had to kiss them. He simply had to. The words were lost into his own mouth as Glorfindel swept his tongue through the warm, sweet cavern of his love's mouth as it had been unconsciously opened to him. His hands were vagabond. They closed over supple white arms and lifted the smaller elf up against him.
The touch of their bodies together was like fire. It was like dying, Glorfindel thought, it was like reaching some place he had never been. Some place where everything together fit perfectly and every touch was bright. But it was gone when Erestor wrapped a long, slender leg over his and freed his arms to twine them round Glorfindel's neck. That perfect place was gone, and he was back again, in the imperfect mortal world of Arda, where there was suffering and dying and pain…
Yet as Erestor gasped his name when the kiss broke, and his beautiful back arched up against him, Glorfindel knew a glory in that imperfect world that was impossible in any perfect place. As he lowered them back over the divan and those wintry sapphire eyes were melting and smoldering, and that white skin was bared beneath his hands, Glorfindel knew every perfect thing that could exist.
He knew love, and he knew passion... and he knew this beautiful, gorgeous elf beneath him, whose once sad eyes were full of love and desire; whose hands were touching him, whose lips made him cry out in ecstasy. And when he took the quivering body beneath his he had lost himself, but found such tenderness in his heart that it shocked him. He moved with Erestor, moved within him, and touched every hidden crevice of his body and his spirit.. He felt the essence of his lover's soul flow through his hands.
He felt such pleasure that he was overwhelmed.
And afterwards as they slept, Glorfindel wept. Crystal tears fell onto the raven hair that his hands were buried into, woke his lover, and rolled over his own bronzed skin. Soft lips stroked the tears away and smoothed his sobs into nothingness. He lay back against the pillows, and Erestor gave him a smile so beautiful and full of love that he nearly rose up again. There they lay, two magnificent creatures entwined, made radiant by love and satisfaction, and more alive then they had ever been.
"What is this? To live…. To be alive. Is not it a most remarkable thing? Why do we fear it, Erestor, why do we hide from it?" The noldo stopped in his pacing, sun-kissed hair falling as rivulets of gold over his broad shoulders as he turned just so, to lock his gaze of summer sapphire onto his dark-haired kin.
As silent as night and just as shimmering beautiful, Erestor sat. Long, long hair of midnight raven framed his gorgeous slender body. The alabaster of his skin was as softly radiant as the deep, frosted azure of his eyes. He spoke not a word as Glorfindel stepped closer to him.
"What are you so afraid of, Erestor?"
Silence greeted him.
"Why do you hide from yourself, from your life?"
A flutter of sweeping black lashes, and a flicker of such sad and lovely eyes.
Glorfindel smiled softly. To see sadness in those eyes, to see anything, was a privilege. "I would give back to you your life."
Those eyes that he so loved snapped quickly to him, wide, sooty lashes brushing downy cheeks.
"Let me… Erestor, let me see you. Let me feel you. I love you."
There was silence, winter, and laughter and spring all at once. There was summer and warm winds, and the first fall of the leaves in autumn. There, in those eyes, was every beautiful thing Glorfindel had ever before seen. There was hope… There was love.
Erestor's rosy lips parted to give him the benefit of returned words, and he had to kiss them. He simply had to. The words were lost into his own mouth as Glorfindel swept his tongue through the warm, sweet cavern of his love's mouth as it had been unconsciously opened to him. His hands were vagabond. They closed over supple white arms and lifted the smaller elf up against him.
The touch of their bodies together was like fire. It was like dying, Glorfindel thought, it was like reaching some place he had never been. Some place where everything together fit perfectly and every touch was bright. But it was gone when Erestor wrapped a long, slender leg over his and freed his arms to twine them round Glorfindel's neck. That perfect place was gone, and he was back again, in the imperfect mortal world of Arda, where there was suffering and dying and pain…
Yet as Erestor gasped his name when the kiss broke, and his beautiful back arched up against him, Glorfindel knew a glory in that imperfect world that was impossible in any perfect place. As he lowered them back over the divan and those wintry sapphire eyes were melting and smoldering, and that white skin was bared beneath his hands, Glorfindel knew every perfect thing that could exist.
He knew love, and he knew passion... and he knew this beautiful, gorgeous elf beneath him, whose once sad eyes were full of love and desire; whose hands were touching him, whose lips made him cry out in ecstasy. And when he took the quivering body beneath his he had lost himself, but found such tenderness in his heart that it shocked him. He moved with Erestor, moved within him, and touched every hidden crevice of his body and his spirit.. He felt the essence of his lover's soul flow through his hands.
He felt such pleasure that he was overwhelmed.
And afterwards as they slept, Glorfindel wept. Crystal tears fell onto the raven hair that his hands were buried into, woke his lover, and rolled over his own bronzed skin. Soft lips stroked the tears away and smoothed his sobs into nothingness. He lay back against the pillows, and Erestor gave him a smile so beautiful and full of love that he nearly rose up again. There they lay, two magnificent creatures entwined, made radiant by love and satisfaction, and more alive then they had ever been.