Title: Dawn Awakening
Author: SkyFire
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Elrond/Glorfindel
Summary: The morning after Sunset Confessions.
Series: Sequel to "Sunset Confessions."
Genre: Romance.
Warnings: None. Unless 'sap and fluff' needs a warning, in which case:
look out! ;P
Notes: Hmmm. Well, you know how Sunset Confessions was inspired by a
couple of lines from the fic I said it was a quasi-prequel for? This
isn't it. Actually, there are now two or three versions of that one; I
can't seem to decide how it should go. They all have basically the same
first chapter, but then the major deviations start. Anyways, *this* fic
was inspired by Sunset Confessions, and *should* come timeline-wise
between it and the other. *sigh* Dare you to try sort *that* fic-tangle
out!! ;P
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Dawn Awakening
By SkyFire
Glorfindel blinked sleepily as he slowly came awake in the dark just
after moonset and yet still before the first dim lightening of the sky
in the East. He lay there in bed for long minutes, staring up at the
unfamiliar ceiling, still too sleep-fogged to puzzle out where exactly
he was and how he had gotten there. Slowly, his senses cleared and he
found himself to be lying in a soft bed, someone's soft breaths warming
the skin of his neck even as he felt the solid warmth of a body beside
him, a leg over his own and an arm wrapped loosely about his waist.
Looking over, he saw the still-sleeping form of Imladris' lord, silky
black hair in disarray, spilling over the smooth, strong shoulders to
brush against Glorfindel's chest. The vacant look in Elrond's
heavy-lidded eyes told the blond Elf that his companion was still
asleep.
Reaching out a slender hand, Glorfindel brushed the dark strands back
from the long-beloved face, tucking them gently behind a slightly
rounded ear, then ran sensitive fingers ever so lightly down over the
face; over the high forehead, the strong nose, the full lips, still
slightly bruised and swollen from the night before.
In his sleep, Elrond smiled and nuzzled into the light touch with
incoherent mumbles of approval, of contentment.
Glorfindel smiled down at the sight. Never had he thought that it would
ever come to pass that they would... that he and Elrond... that they...
that he would say.... And that Elrond would love him in return.
One last sleepy mumble, then Elrond was blinking the sleep from his
eyes. He frowned at first, disoriented. It had been long and long
again since he had last shared his bed with anyone. Then the memory
came rushing back and he couldn't have stopped the smile from crossing
his face even if he had wanted to. He looked up, his eyes meeting
Glorfindel's in the darkness.
In the East, the first hints of pale grey false-dawn light were
beginning to tint the horizons, outlining the Misty Mountains.
"Glorfindel," Elrond said quietly, tentatively. He was slightly unsure
of how to act. He had absolutely no regrets over the previous night, as
it was something he had long desired, but he also had no idea how the
blond would see it. He smiled softly up at him. "Good morning."
"Good morning," Glorfindel said, meeting Elrond's gaze unflinchingly.
What he saw there warmed him deep inside. He saw no regrets there, no
guilt, nothing that would indicate that Elrond was anything but happy
with their changed relationship. Still, knowing he could be mistaken,
he still had to test his conclusions. The mantra 'I fought Balrogs and
Ringwraiths. IfoughtBalrogsandRingwraiths,' running through his
thoughts, he added, "Love."
//At least that was slightly more romantic than: 'my arm is falling
asleep,'// he thought to himself. Though the less-romantic sentiment
was true; Elrond was lying on his arm and it *was* mostly numb. He
flexed tingling fingers gingerly, trying to get the circulation flowing
in his arm.
Elrond smiled widely at the endearment, as well as the faint movements-
clumsy caresses? -from the hand he lay on. He kissed Glorfindel gently
on the lips, then again. "I love you," he said simply.
It was Glorfindel's turn to smile. "I love you, too," he said. His
free hand gently rubbed up and down the slender back. "I never thought
you would return my feelings for you-"
Pressing back into the caressing hand in a move somewhat feline in
nature, Elrond raised a questioning eyebrow. "Oh? Why? And I never
thought *you* would return *my* feelings. That is why I've kept silent
for so long."
The inside of the room was illuminated by the ever-brightening gray
light that came just minutes before the Sun rose over the horizon, the
light falling across the bed and the two figures twined together there,
half-under the covers, half-on them, entirely naked.
Pushing himself up slightly, Elrond pulled himself up Glorfindel's body
until he was in a more comfortable position for kissing him; lying
half-on the blond, looking down at the face on a level with his own.
Bright green eyes full of the same long-hidden love met his own grey
ones, then they kissed again, the kisses short things at first, a mere
brushing together of lips, slowly lengthening, until-
"Elrond," Glorfindel said, voice muffled by the kisses he could not help
but give and recieve. The circulation was quickly returning in a rush
of small pinpricks to his newly-freed arm.
"Yes?" came the equally distracted reply.
"I have to go now," the golden-haired Elf-lord said.
The kisses stopped abruptly. "What? Why?"
"Elrond, it is nearly dawn. I must ride out on patrol, remember?"
"Oh," said the dark-haired half-Elf. He looked out at the false-dawn
and glared at the horizon. "It is too soon, Melethron. Far too soon."
Glorfindel nodded in agreement. "Yes, it is. But I will be back this
afternoon or evening, and I *will* be here with you again tonight... if
you still want me...?"
Elrond rolled his eyes at the thought, a small smile gracing his lips.
"I will not abandon you for doing your assigned duties, Love," he said.
He sat up after giving the blond another brief kiss. "We both have work
to do today, and as much as I would like to do nothing more than lie
here with you all day, it is time for me to rise as well. I will see
you later on today when you return with the reports, and back here
tonight, then?"
Glorfindel smiled at his new lover, nodding. "Yes," he said.
Reluctantly, he slid to the side of the bed, then stood. He stretched
widely, unashamed of his nakedness, then looked around for something for
him to wear on the short trek back to his rooms to get dressed. He saw
his own clothing and Elrond's scattered over the floor between the bed
and the open door that led into Elrond's study. He shook his head, a
small smile upon his lips as he remembered how it got there. Quickly,
he gathered his clothes together.
"Here," Elrond said from beside him when he had finished. He held a
silken robe in one hand, holding it out to his new lover.
Glorfindel took the offered robe, wrapped it about himself, tying the
sash at his waist. One more last quick kiss, then he turned and walked
from the room, clothes bundled together under one arm.
Elrond stood there in his room, facing the closed door, for many long
minutes, lost in pleasant memories from the night before. Then, as
dawn's first golden rays peeked over the horizon, he shook himself and
moved to wash and dress. As he had told Glorfindel, they both had work
to do that day.
But the nights were their own.
END
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Author: SkyFire
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Elrond/Glorfindel
Summary: The morning after Sunset Confessions.
Series: Sequel to "Sunset Confessions."
Genre: Romance.
Warnings: None. Unless 'sap and fluff' needs a warning, in which case:
look out! ;P
Notes: Hmmm. Well, you know how Sunset Confessions was inspired by a
couple of lines from the fic I said it was a quasi-prequel for? This
isn't it. Actually, there are now two or three versions of that one; I
can't seem to decide how it should go. They all have basically the same
first chapter, but then the major deviations start. Anyways, *this* fic
was inspired by Sunset Confessions, and *should* come timeline-wise
between it and the other. *sigh* Dare you to try sort *that* fic-tangle
out!! ;P
Feedback: Please?
Archiving: Melethryn. Others: Not without permission- ask! ;)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never were. Never will be. Send Elf-clones!!
;oD
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Dawn Awakening
By SkyFire
Glorfindel blinked sleepily as he slowly came awake in the dark just
after moonset and yet still before the first dim lightening of the sky
in the East. He lay there in bed for long minutes, staring up at the
unfamiliar ceiling, still too sleep-fogged to puzzle out where exactly
he was and how he had gotten there. Slowly, his senses cleared and he
found himself to be lying in a soft bed, someone's soft breaths warming
the skin of his neck even as he felt the solid warmth of a body beside
him, a leg over his own and an arm wrapped loosely about his waist.
Looking over, he saw the still-sleeping form of Imladris' lord, silky
black hair in disarray, spilling over the smooth, strong shoulders to
brush against Glorfindel's chest. The vacant look in Elrond's
heavy-lidded eyes told the blond Elf that his companion was still
asleep.
Reaching out a slender hand, Glorfindel brushed the dark strands back
from the long-beloved face, tucking them gently behind a slightly
rounded ear, then ran sensitive fingers ever so lightly down over the
face; over the high forehead, the strong nose, the full lips, still
slightly bruised and swollen from the night before.
In his sleep, Elrond smiled and nuzzled into the light touch with
incoherent mumbles of approval, of contentment.
Glorfindel smiled down at the sight. Never had he thought that it would
ever come to pass that they would... that he and Elrond... that they...
that he would say.... And that Elrond would love him in return.
One last sleepy mumble, then Elrond was blinking the sleep from his
eyes. He frowned at first, disoriented. It had been long and long
again since he had last shared his bed with anyone. Then the memory
came rushing back and he couldn't have stopped the smile from crossing
his face even if he had wanted to. He looked up, his eyes meeting
Glorfindel's in the darkness.
In the East, the first hints of pale grey false-dawn light were
beginning to tint the horizons, outlining the Misty Mountains.
"Glorfindel," Elrond said quietly, tentatively. He was slightly unsure
of how to act. He had absolutely no regrets over the previous night, as
it was something he had long desired, but he also had no idea how the
blond would see it. He smiled softly up at him. "Good morning."
"Good morning," Glorfindel said, meeting Elrond's gaze unflinchingly.
What he saw there warmed him deep inside. He saw no regrets there, no
guilt, nothing that would indicate that Elrond was anything but happy
with their changed relationship. Still, knowing he could be mistaken,
he still had to test his conclusions. The mantra 'I fought Balrogs and
Ringwraiths. IfoughtBalrogsandRingwraiths,' running through his
thoughts, he added, "Love."
//At least that was slightly more romantic than: 'my arm is falling
asleep,'// he thought to himself. Though the less-romantic sentiment
was true; Elrond was lying on his arm and it *was* mostly numb. He
flexed tingling fingers gingerly, trying to get the circulation flowing
in his arm.
Elrond smiled widely at the endearment, as well as the faint movements-
clumsy caresses? -from the hand he lay on. He kissed Glorfindel gently
on the lips, then again. "I love you," he said simply.
It was Glorfindel's turn to smile. "I love you, too," he said. His
free hand gently rubbed up and down the slender back. "I never thought
you would return my feelings for you-"
Pressing back into the caressing hand in a move somewhat feline in
nature, Elrond raised a questioning eyebrow. "Oh? Why? And I never
thought *you* would return *my* feelings. That is why I've kept silent
for so long."
The inside of the room was illuminated by the ever-brightening gray
light that came just minutes before the Sun rose over the horizon, the
light falling across the bed and the two figures twined together there,
half-under the covers, half-on them, entirely naked.
Pushing himself up slightly, Elrond pulled himself up Glorfindel's body
until he was in a more comfortable position for kissing him; lying
half-on the blond, looking down at the face on a level with his own.
Bright green eyes full of the same long-hidden love met his own grey
ones, then they kissed again, the kisses short things at first, a mere
brushing together of lips, slowly lengthening, until-
"Elrond," Glorfindel said, voice muffled by the kisses he could not help
but give and recieve. The circulation was quickly returning in a rush
of small pinpricks to his newly-freed arm.
"Yes?" came the equally distracted reply.
"I have to go now," the golden-haired Elf-lord said.
The kisses stopped abruptly. "What? Why?"
"Elrond, it is nearly dawn. I must ride out on patrol, remember?"
"Oh," said the dark-haired half-Elf. He looked out at the false-dawn
and glared at the horizon. "It is too soon, Melethron. Far too soon."
Glorfindel nodded in agreement. "Yes, it is. But I will be back this
afternoon or evening, and I *will* be here with you again tonight... if
you still want me...?"
Elrond rolled his eyes at the thought, a small smile gracing his lips.
"I will not abandon you for doing your assigned duties, Love," he said.
He sat up after giving the blond another brief kiss. "We both have work
to do today, and as much as I would like to do nothing more than lie
here with you all day, it is time for me to rise as well. I will see
you later on today when you return with the reports, and back here
tonight, then?"
Glorfindel smiled at his new lover, nodding. "Yes," he said.
Reluctantly, he slid to the side of the bed, then stood. He stretched
widely, unashamed of his nakedness, then looked around for something for
him to wear on the short trek back to his rooms to get dressed. He saw
his own clothing and Elrond's scattered over the floor between the bed
and the open door that led into Elrond's study. He shook his head, a
small smile upon his lips as he remembered how it got there. Quickly,
he gathered his clothes together.
"Here," Elrond said from beside him when he had finished. He held a
silken robe in one hand, holding it out to his new lover.
Glorfindel took the offered robe, wrapped it about himself, tying the
sash at his waist. One more last quick kiss, then he turned and walked
from the room, clothes bundled together under one arm.
Elrond stood there in his room, facing the closed door, for many long
minutes, lost in pleasant memories from the night before. Then, as
dawn's first golden rays peeked over the horizon, he shook himself and
moved to wash and dress. As he had told Glorfindel, they both had work
to do that day.
But the nights were their own.
END
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