AN- Obvisouly do not read if you are not fond of slash. This is all I really have right now, it isn't a lot but I figured I should post it. The lone reviewer epxressed the concern of Lorien being the setting in the prolouge. Don't worry, I'm not a movie-only person. ^^ The story is going to further develope in Lothlorien, the prolouge is actually a later slice of the story.
PAIRINGS- Glorfindel/Erestor, Elladan/Elrohir(implied), Elrond/Celebrian, Rumil/Arwen
It was early morning, Arien's generous rays draping the valley of Imladris in a cloak of honeyed golden light. The tress shone as spires of pearl and silver in the warm light, the waterfalls sparkling blue. All of this Erestor observed with a fond eye as he stood atop the balcony of his private chambers, enjoying the pleasant breeze as it ruffled his unbound hair. The raven locks fell smooth and full to his slender waist, black as night and shinning as if dusted with the pristine powder of diamonds. Beautiful was a word that fell short in description of Elrond's chief advisor. With skin flawless as fresh cream, eyes of frosted sapphire, and ruby lips that hid a clever tongue, Erestor was likely the most gorgeous elf in all of Imladris, nay, in all of Arda!
"You, Glorfindel, are pathetic."
This was the phrase that Glorfindel had to repeat to himself in a low grumble in order to stop his masochistic fawning, for as Erestor admired the morning, Glorfindel admired Erestor. Their balconies faced one another high in Imladris' complex architecture and it was a daily thing for the two elves to speak across the gap of air that separated the secure stone of their balconies. In the early mornings or late evenings, Erestor perhaps brushing the braids from his hair and Glorfindel sipping his wine or other chosen alcohol, the two would discuss the day's events, or speak of memories or tales, or most often nothing at all. Sometimes they would simply sit and enjoy one another's company, close save for the chasm looming between their balconies.
Long the elves of Imladris had watched Elrond's chief advisor and seneschal become closer, and long had many known of the love that ran between them. It seemed only the two handsome creatures themselves were unaware of the other's affection.
For Erestor knew that he loved his golden-haired friend, but thought his love to be hopeless and without account. After all, Glorfindel was one of the most liked and lovely elves in all of Rivendell, why would he settle for the cold, aloof shadow of the valley's lord? His own beauty was a complete mystery to Erestor; he noticed not the lusty eyes that followed him or the admirers that came to the library simply to watch him go about his work. An angel, humans called him, for he was just as porcelain fair as those mythical beings.
Glorfindel, however, was ten fold aware of the Advisor's rare beauty, for it had been the first thing that had drawn him to the other elf. Being a dashingly handsome thing himself, of golden hair and strong body with eyes of sky blue, he had thought them a smart match. And a smart match he still thought them, in every aspect of body, mind, and soul. If only Erestor were not so distant…
"I see you are attentive as always this morning, eh Glorfindel?" Came Erestor's voice, breaking the crisp quiet of the dawn. The raven-haired elf had noticed Glorfindel's starring off into nothingness and decided it best to distract his friend from thoughts that, by the look upon his handsome face, were most troubling.
There was a snort from the Balrog slayer in response. "As always…" Glorfindel sighed and leant forward against the railing of his balcony. Sky blue met deep azure as their gazes locked, both entranced and both boldly unwilling to look away. "Have you finished organizing the envoy to Lothlorien?"
Erestor nodded, beginning to resurrect the tight braids that held his hair back during the day. "Of course, I have written to Haldir to ensure escort to Caras Galadhon from the borders just last night."
There was no enthusiasm in the advisor's tone, for dealings with Lorien's lurid marchwarden had been tedious at best. Haldir's lecherous and spontaneous nature was the exact opposite of Erestor's own silent withdrawal, and when the two were forced to cooperate there was always a clashing of intentions.
Glorfindel smirked, sensing the aggravation in his friend's tone and the minute tightness to his posture. It was often said that Glorfindel was the only elf alive that could decipher the beautiful Erestor's moods, though many often tried. The dark-haired elf was as stoic as stone and aloof despite any advance, one of his finest diplomatic traits.
"I'll bet that was fun, hmm?"
"Oh, remarkably so. I always enjoy Haldir's wanton words and devious attentions being pointed to my unfortunate person. He needs a mate." Erestor scoffed, flicking a finished braid over his shoulder. He flashed one of his softly radiant little smiles that were rare as flowers amongst dessert sands and disappeared within his chambers.
The fair-haired Noldor watched the sway of slender hips with a twitch of his narrow brows. "I will see you at the noon meal, that is if you manage to drag yourself from that warg's den of a study long enough to eat."
His tone was teasing, for annoying the dark haired beauty was something Glorfindel greatly enjoyed. He was so lovely when angered, after all.
"Why Glorfindel," The mocking honey sweetness of Erestor's tone sent the alarms off in Glorfindel's head. "We've a staff meeting in naught but five minutes. I shall see you there, or have you forgotten?"
Glorfindel cursed and looked down at his considerably less than presentable person, realizing that he was going to end up running in late for yet another early morning council meeting. He never remembered the damn things…
Swearing fluently in any language he knew, the golden haired elf disappeared into the dark solace of his chambers to scramble for a robe and a brush whilst Erestor finished his hair and departed his own chambers with his usual prepared eloquence.
A smart match indeed.
PAIRINGS- Glorfindel/Erestor, Elladan/Elrohir(implied), Elrond/Celebrian, Rumil/Arwen
It was early morning, Arien's generous rays draping the valley of Imladris in a cloak of honeyed golden light. The tress shone as spires of pearl and silver in the warm light, the waterfalls sparkling blue. All of this Erestor observed with a fond eye as he stood atop the balcony of his private chambers, enjoying the pleasant breeze as it ruffled his unbound hair. The raven locks fell smooth and full to his slender waist, black as night and shinning as if dusted with the pristine powder of diamonds. Beautiful was a word that fell short in description of Elrond's chief advisor. With skin flawless as fresh cream, eyes of frosted sapphire, and ruby lips that hid a clever tongue, Erestor was likely the most gorgeous elf in all of Imladris, nay, in all of Arda!
"You, Glorfindel, are pathetic."
This was the phrase that Glorfindel had to repeat to himself in a low grumble in order to stop his masochistic fawning, for as Erestor admired the morning, Glorfindel admired Erestor. Their balconies faced one another high in Imladris' complex architecture and it was a daily thing for the two elves to speak across the gap of air that separated the secure stone of their balconies. In the early mornings or late evenings, Erestor perhaps brushing the braids from his hair and Glorfindel sipping his wine or other chosen alcohol, the two would discuss the day's events, or speak of memories or tales, or most often nothing at all. Sometimes they would simply sit and enjoy one another's company, close save for the chasm looming between their balconies.
Long the elves of Imladris had watched Elrond's chief advisor and seneschal become closer, and long had many known of the love that ran between them. It seemed only the two handsome creatures themselves were unaware of the other's affection.
For Erestor knew that he loved his golden-haired friend, but thought his love to be hopeless and without account. After all, Glorfindel was one of the most liked and lovely elves in all of Rivendell, why would he settle for the cold, aloof shadow of the valley's lord? His own beauty was a complete mystery to Erestor; he noticed not the lusty eyes that followed him or the admirers that came to the library simply to watch him go about his work. An angel, humans called him, for he was just as porcelain fair as those mythical beings.
Glorfindel, however, was ten fold aware of the Advisor's rare beauty, for it had been the first thing that had drawn him to the other elf. Being a dashingly handsome thing himself, of golden hair and strong body with eyes of sky blue, he had thought them a smart match. And a smart match he still thought them, in every aspect of body, mind, and soul. If only Erestor were not so distant…
"I see you are attentive as always this morning, eh Glorfindel?" Came Erestor's voice, breaking the crisp quiet of the dawn. The raven-haired elf had noticed Glorfindel's starring off into nothingness and decided it best to distract his friend from thoughts that, by the look upon his handsome face, were most troubling.
There was a snort from the Balrog slayer in response. "As always…" Glorfindel sighed and leant forward against the railing of his balcony. Sky blue met deep azure as their gazes locked, both entranced and both boldly unwilling to look away. "Have you finished organizing the envoy to Lothlorien?"
Erestor nodded, beginning to resurrect the tight braids that held his hair back during the day. "Of course, I have written to Haldir to ensure escort to Caras Galadhon from the borders just last night."
There was no enthusiasm in the advisor's tone, for dealings with Lorien's lurid marchwarden had been tedious at best. Haldir's lecherous and spontaneous nature was the exact opposite of Erestor's own silent withdrawal, and when the two were forced to cooperate there was always a clashing of intentions.
Glorfindel smirked, sensing the aggravation in his friend's tone and the minute tightness to his posture. It was often said that Glorfindel was the only elf alive that could decipher the beautiful Erestor's moods, though many often tried. The dark-haired elf was as stoic as stone and aloof despite any advance, one of his finest diplomatic traits.
"I'll bet that was fun, hmm?"
"Oh, remarkably so. I always enjoy Haldir's wanton words and devious attentions being pointed to my unfortunate person. He needs a mate." Erestor scoffed, flicking a finished braid over his shoulder. He flashed one of his softly radiant little smiles that were rare as flowers amongst dessert sands and disappeared within his chambers.
The fair-haired Noldor watched the sway of slender hips with a twitch of his narrow brows. "I will see you at the noon meal, that is if you manage to drag yourself from that warg's den of a study long enough to eat."
His tone was teasing, for annoying the dark haired beauty was something Glorfindel greatly enjoyed. He was so lovely when angered, after all.
"Why Glorfindel," The mocking honey sweetness of Erestor's tone sent the alarms off in Glorfindel's head. "We've a staff meeting in naught but five minutes. I shall see you there, or have you forgotten?"
Glorfindel cursed and looked down at his considerably less than presentable person, realizing that he was going to end up running in late for yet another early morning council meeting. He never remembered the damn things…
Swearing fluently in any language he knew, the golden haired elf disappeared into the dark solace of his chambers to scramble for a robe and a brush whilst Erestor finished his hair and departed his own chambers with his usual prepared eloquence.
A smart match indeed.
