Silent admiration,
I have watched from afar,
Your elegance as you take your place by your lord.
The beauty of those eyes,
Which are carved of bluest ice,
Which flare like sapphires but chill like the night.
I always fail to hold your gaze,
Have you any idea how it burns me,
How I fear your knowing gaze upon me?
The way I dream of amidst silk sheets and velvet cushions,
Or rough grass and sweetest dew.
And you speak with the purr of a lover,
With words clearly articulated but voice effortlessly husky.
I dream of your hair, the silky golden mane falling over your shoulders,
As you take me,
Sending painful pleasure through me,
Amidst silk sheets and velvet cushions,
Or rough grass and sweetest dew.
Glorfindel. Haldir had been mesmerised by the Eldar ever since he had laid eyes upon him. Haldir had always wondered at how the Eldar could have seen so much bloodshed and war yet still maintain his optimism and joy in life.
Glorfindel had always managed to look vulnerable – but as they said, do not judge a book by its cover – Glorfindel possessed a muscular, lean body, beautiful and masculine at the same time. Glorfindel also had a way of speaking, the voice of the Eldar was always husky and deep but hurtfully casual at the same time.
Glorfindel.
'Haldir,' Haldir nearly fell straight into the river in his shock.
'You look adorable when you are shocked,' the darkened skyline seemed to brighten up with Glorfindel's cheerful presence. The Eldar was standing just feet away from Haldir and Haldir had to admit that the older elf was indeed a warrior for his steps had not been heard at all.
'Tis not exactly funny,' Haldir regained his composure and he stood up from his crouching position to face the elf.
Glorfindel seemed slightly taken aback by the lack of good humor at the joke and to Haldir's intense pleasure, the cheeriness seemed slightly faded.
There was a quiet silence before Haldir coldly reached over, ignoring the fact that he was still naked from bathing and that droplets of dark crystal gleamed over his skin to get his clothing.
He was totally oblivious to the fact that Glorfindel was staring openly at him, appraising him like some predator, staring at the pale yet muscular body and admiring the way his thighs were strongly sculpted.
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Haldir tensed visibly as Glorfindel approached him near the fire. It was bad enough that both he and Glorfindel had somehow offended their respective lords enough to earn a trip to *I don't care where you both go so long as you don't disrupt order back at your homes* with Celeborn and Elrond both agreeing upon a month's of peace.
'Fruit?' Glorfindel cheerily offered as he knelt down beside the marchwarden, ignoring the signs of irritation.
'I prefer not,' it took all his courtesy and upbringing to force out a polite answer for Haldir very much wanted to chuck that piece of darn fruit at the smiling face. Glorfindel seemed to be unaffected by the coolness of the marchwarden.
'You'd starve soon, Elfling – I'd eat if I were you,' came the infuriating concerned reply.
'You are not me,' Haldir was biting back a really nasty reply as he shortly answered the Eldar.
'I would hate to see you starve,' Glorfindel persisted cheerily, seeming intent to force the berries he was holding down Haldir's throat, even if it took decades of persuasion and cheeriness.
'Well, I won't,'
'Did the fruit offend you?' Glorfindel displayed childishness as he pretended to be the berries, 'We didn't offend Haldir, Glorfy,' Glorfindel put on a high-pitched voice as he pretended to converse with the berries cheerfully. Haldir winced visibly, unable to tolerate the cheeriness and optimism.
'Glorfindel?'
'Yes?' a hopeful look appeared on the Vanya's face.
'I won't eat despite whatever you say,'
'Oh,' Haldir felt slightly guilty, he had apparently dampened the Eldar's cheerful mood. The smile had disappeared and a slight hurt look was there.
'So, stop trying,' Haldir turned away, refusing to see the hurt look on the beautiful face. Instead, he fiddled with the twigs on the ground casually before snapping one sharply and getting up abruptly. He could feel the Eldar's gaze behind him as he strode fast, determined to put as much distance as possible between them both.
He was settling himself against a low tree branch when he heard twigs snapping as Glorfindel carelessly made his way towards the tree.
'Haldir?'
'Yes?' he knew exasperation coated his voice.
'You're not offended, are you?' Glorfindel seemed so genuinely concerned that Haldir shut his eyes for a second before shaking his head. He watched the Eldar make his way back to the fire and seat himself there, silently watching the flames lick at the air.
*How could I ever really get angry at you, Glorfindel?*
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Dawn was still hours away, Haldir calculated meticulously as he leapt lightly off the tree branch and made his way towards the river. He had taken a look at the apparent sleeping figure of Glorfindel – Glorfindel apparently even smiled cheerfully in his sleep – and had shuddered – another 28 more days with that cheerful seneschal.
The river was silent, the waters idly flowed by, leaves and twigs carried along. He needed a bath, Haldir realised. The fiery passion in his dreams had left him perspiring and drenching his own shirt.
He was unbuttoning his shirt when he saw Glorfindel – the golden mane of the Eldar loose upon his shoulders.
'Don't mind if I join you?' at least the horrible optimism was lessened into mere courtesy as the Eldar asked.
'Nay – the river belongs to all,' Haldir shortly replied as he continued stripping until he stood, naked, in the shallow waters. He however purposely ignored the Eldar's presence as he splashed water over his own body, cooling the fiery heat. He heard Glorfindel enter the river but merely stopped for a second and then resumed bathing.
When he finished, he dressed quickly and left the river.
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Haldir's face darkened considerably as he heard Glorfindel singing as the elf made his way back. It did not help that the song was so joyous and bright that Haldir felt slightly sick at the thought of the middle earth harbouring so much joy.
'Did you sleep well?' came the inevitable question – Haldir knew that Glorfindel would be so sprightly and happy that he would probably inquire after Haldir's health and so on.
'Quite well, thank you,' Haldir formally answered.
'Then we shall go on aimlessly then,' Glorfindel seemed pleased at the idea of travelling around aimlessly but Haldir only fidgeted restlessly, he had always been one who took orders and knew his goal or destination but this freedom was not suiting him well.
'North, south, east or west?' came another inevitable question after less than half an hour's of riding.
'Glorfindel?' Haldir needed this favour desperately.
'Yes, Haldir?' Glorfindel mocked him slightly and turned to face him.
'Can you just take control of everything – just plan the whole journey yourself and just give me orders?' Haldir begged wearily as he buried his face in his hands, trying not to look at the radiant smile on Glorfindel's face.
There was silence – Haldir had no idea what Glorfindel was going to say in response.
A smooth hand gently covered his and pulled his away from his face as Glorfindel gazed at him, for once with no cheeriness, just plain concern.
'What ails you, pen-nenth?' Glorfindel asked softly.
'This journey,' Haldir tried to minimise space for Glorfindel to ask more things.
'And what about this journey?'
'You and I both offended our lords, perhaps humiliation at being sent away ails me?' Haldir suggested.
*Oh, you have no idea if this is a punishment or Elrond and Celeborn's gift to me*
'You feel humiliation? Why, I see this as a holiday, as a month of rest and play – perhaps if you did not burden your soul that much, the skies would be clearer,' Glorfindel offered simply.
And so thus the longest-ever-no-sarcasm conversation between the two elves ended.
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'Flowers?' Glorfindel brightly shoved the stalks of wild flowers he had gathered during the resting time at Haldir. Weary eyes softened into memory as Haldir for once did not push away the gift but threaded his fingers among the stalks of fragrance.
'I liked to see flowers in gold – Galadriel used to fascinate me whenever she allowed me to place flowers among her hair as an Elfling,' Haldir mumbled incoherently as for once, he slipped his hand into the Balrog Slayer's and pulled the other elf closer.
Glorfindel could have pulled back if he was uncomfortable with the closeness but he merely went as close as Haldir wanted and smiled indulgently as he felt Haldir slide a flower through his golden hair, laughing in delight as the sunlight caught the golden hair and gleamed beautifully.
'Lirimaer,' Haldir laughed delightfully as he took in for the first time, the breath-taking beauty of the Balrog Slayer.
Glorfindel had no idea what made him do it but his hands reached up and grasped the marchwarden's shoulders before leaning closer and pressing his lips against the marchwarden's in a chaste kiss.
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Review, ok? It's my first go at Glorfindel/Haldir slash.
How will Haldir react to this kiss? If I don't get at least five reviews, I swear I shan't update. =)
I have watched from afar,
Your elegance as you take your place by your lord.
The beauty of those eyes,
Which are carved of bluest ice,
Which flare like sapphires but chill like the night.
I always fail to hold your gaze,
Have you any idea how it burns me,
How I fear your knowing gaze upon me?
The way I dream of amidst silk sheets and velvet cushions,
Or rough grass and sweetest dew.
And you speak with the purr of a lover,
With words clearly articulated but voice effortlessly husky.
I dream of your hair, the silky golden mane falling over your shoulders,
As you take me,
Sending painful pleasure through me,
Amidst silk sheets and velvet cushions,
Or rough grass and sweetest dew.
Glorfindel. Haldir had been mesmerised by the Eldar ever since he had laid eyes upon him. Haldir had always wondered at how the Eldar could have seen so much bloodshed and war yet still maintain his optimism and joy in life.
Glorfindel had always managed to look vulnerable – but as they said, do not judge a book by its cover – Glorfindel possessed a muscular, lean body, beautiful and masculine at the same time. Glorfindel also had a way of speaking, the voice of the Eldar was always husky and deep but hurtfully casual at the same time.
Glorfindel.
'Haldir,' Haldir nearly fell straight into the river in his shock.
'You look adorable when you are shocked,' the darkened skyline seemed to brighten up with Glorfindel's cheerful presence. The Eldar was standing just feet away from Haldir and Haldir had to admit that the older elf was indeed a warrior for his steps had not been heard at all.
'Tis not exactly funny,' Haldir regained his composure and he stood up from his crouching position to face the elf.
Glorfindel seemed slightly taken aback by the lack of good humor at the joke and to Haldir's intense pleasure, the cheeriness seemed slightly faded.
There was a quiet silence before Haldir coldly reached over, ignoring the fact that he was still naked from bathing and that droplets of dark crystal gleamed over his skin to get his clothing.
He was totally oblivious to the fact that Glorfindel was staring openly at him, appraising him like some predator, staring at the pale yet muscular body and admiring the way his thighs were strongly sculpted.
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Haldir tensed visibly as Glorfindel approached him near the fire. It was bad enough that both he and Glorfindel had somehow offended their respective lords enough to earn a trip to *I don't care where you both go so long as you don't disrupt order back at your homes* with Celeborn and Elrond both agreeing upon a month's of peace.
'Fruit?' Glorfindel cheerily offered as he knelt down beside the marchwarden, ignoring the signs of irritation.
'I prefer not,' it took all his courtesy and upbringing to force out a polite answer for Haldir very much wanted to chuck that piece of darn fruit at the smiling face. Glorfindel seemed to be unaffected by the coolness of the marchwarden.
'You'd starve soon, Elfling – I'd eat if I were you,' came the infuriating concerned reply.
'You are not me,' Haldir was biting back a really nasty reply as he shortly answered the Eldar.
'I would hate to see you starve,' Glorfindel persisted cheerily, seeming intent to force the berries he was holding down Haldir's throat, even if it took decades of persuasion and cheeriness.
'Well, I won't,'
'Did the fruit offend you?' Glorfindel displayed childishness as he pretended to be the berries, 'We didn't offend Haldir, Glorfy,' Glorfindel put on a high-pitched voice as he pretended to converse with the berries cheerfully. Haldir winced visibly, unable to tolerate the cheeriness and optimism.
'Glorfindel?'
'Yes?' a hopeful look appeared on the Vanya's face.
'I won't eat despite whatever you say,'
'Oh,' Haldir felt slightly guilty, he had apparently dampened the Eldar's cheerful mood. The smile had disappeared and a slight hurt look was there.
'So, stop trying,' Haldir turned away, refusing to see the hurt look on the beautiful face. Instead, he fiddled with the twigs on the ground casually before snapping one sharply and getting up abruptly. He could feel the Eldar's gaze behind him as he strode fast, determined to put as much distance as possible between them both.
He was settling himself against a low tree branch when he heard twigs snapping as Glorfindel carelessly made his way towards the tree.
'Haldir?'
'Yes?' he knew exasperation coated his voice.
'You're not offended, are you?' Glorfindel seemed so genuinely concerned that Haldir shut his eyes for a second before shaking his head. He watched the Eldar make his way back to the fire and seat himself there, silently watching the flames lick at the air.
*How could I ever really get angry at you, Glorfindel?*
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Dawn was still hours away, Haldir calculated meticulously as he leapt lightly off the tree branch and made his way towards the river. He had taken a look at the apparent sleeping figure of Glorfindel – Glorfindel apparently even smiled cheerfully in his sleep – and had shuddered – another 28 more days with that cheerful seneschal.
The river was silent, the waters idly flowed by, leaves and twigs carried along. He needed a bath, Haldir realised. The fiery passion in his dreams had left him perspiring and drenching his own shirt.
He was unbuttoning his shirt when he saw Glorfindel – the golden mane of the Eldar loose upon his shoulders.
'Don't mind if I join you?' at least the horrible optimism was lessened into mere courtesy as the Eldar asked.
'Nay – the river belongs to all,' Haldir shortly replied as he continued stripping until he stood, naked, in the shallow waters. He however purposely ignored the Eldar's presence as he splashed water over his own body, cooling the fiery heat. He heard Glorfindel enter the river but merely stopped for a second and then resumed bathing.
When he finished, he dressed quickly and left the river.
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Haldir's face darkened considerably as he heard Glorfindel singing as the elf made his way back. It did not help that the song was so joyous and bright that Haldir felt slightly sick at the thought of the middle earth harbouring so much joy.
'Did you sleep well?' came the inevitable question – Haldir knew that Glorfindel would be so sprightly and happy that he would probably inquire after Haldir's health and so on.
'Quite well, thank you,' Haldir formally answered.
'Then we shall go on aimlessly then,' Glorfindel seemed pleased at the idea of travelling around aimlessly but Haldir only fidgeted restlessly, he had always been one who took orders and knew his goal or destination but this freedom was not suiting him well.
'North, south, east or west?' came another inevitable question after less than half an hour's of riding.
'Glorfindel?' Haldir needed this favour desperately.
'Yes, Haldir?' Glorfindel mocked him slightly and turned to face him.
'Can you just take control of everything – just plan the whole journey yourself and just give me orders?' Haldir begged wearily as he buried his face in his hands, trying not to look at the radiant smile on Glorfindel's face.
There was silence – Haldir had no idea what Glorfindel was going to say in response.
A smooth hand gently covered his and pulled his away from his face as Glorfindel gazed at him, for once with no cheeriness, just plain concern.
'What ails you, pen-nenth?' Glorfindel asked softly.
'This journey,' Haldir tried to minimise space for Glorfindel to ask more things.
'And what about this journey?'
'You and I both offended our lords, perhaps humiliation at being sent away ails me?' Haldir suggested.
*Oh, you have no idea if this is a punishment or Elrond and Celeborn's gift to me*
'You feel humiliation? Why, I see this as a holiday, as a month of rest and play – perhaps if you did not burden your soul that much, the skies would be clearer,' Glorfindel offered simply.
And so thus the longest-ever-no-sarcasm conversation between the two elves ended.
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'Flowers?' Glorfindel brightly shoved the stalks of wild flowers he had gathered during the resting time at Haldir. Weary eyes softened into memory as Haldir for once did not push away the gift but threaded his fingers among the stalks of fragrance.
'I liked to see flowers in gold – Galadriel used to fascinate me whenever she allowed me to place flowers among her hair as an Elfling,' Haldir mumbled incoherently as for once, he slipped his hand into the Balrog Slayer's and pulled the other elf closer.
Glorfindel could have pulled back if he was uncomfortable with the closeness but he merely went as close as Haldir wanted and smiled indulgently as he felt Haldir slide a flower through his golden hair, laughing in delight as the sunlight caught the golden hair and gleamed beautifully.
'Lirimaer,' Haldir laughed delightfully as he took in for the first time, the breath-taking beauty of the Balrog Slayer.
Glorfindel had no idea what made him do it but his hands reached up and grasped the marchwarden's shoulders before leaning closer and pressing his lips against the marchwarden's in a chaste kiss.
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Review, ok? It's my first go at Glorfindel/Haldir slash.
How will Haldir react to this kiss? If I don't get at least five reviews, I swear I shan't update. =)