Seasons of the elves 3
Summary: How these two elves saw each other in each season. Glorfindel/Erestor. Established Relationship.
Rated: PG-13
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer applied.
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AUTUMN
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Autumn was Erestor's favorite season. He didn't know why. Maybe because of the color of the leaves, spreading all over the valley like painting. He loved to look at the autumn leaves; however, he didn't have time to endure the beauty of the valley for long.
The harvest festival was approaching.
It's Erestor's duty to make sure all went well when the harvesting days came.
No surprised.
But still.
"You work too hard, counselor." Glorfindel sat across from him in his office while he was working, of course.
"How do you know? I may take a nap once in a while when you are not bothering me here."
Glorfindel could not say that he came to check on Erestor every hour, couldn't he? The golden lord pouted.
"You are always working every time I come here." Which was every hour. He added in his mind.
"What business are you in here?" Erestor changed the subject.
"I'll go scouting for a few days to make sure that everything will be alright for the upcoming event."
"Good." Erestor nodded his head in approval.
"Do you want me to check any area in particular?" The captain asked.
"I trust your judgment." Erestor replied.
"Really?"
"In your area of expertise." Erestor added.
"I happen to be an expert in many areas." Glorfindel teased.
"Right." The counselor mumbled sarcastically.
"Do you want anything?" Glorfindel smiled.
"Uhm... Could you please buy a bottle of Lavender oil from the south village?"
"Alright. Anything else?"
"Nay, just buy the oil for me and give it to me personally when you are back."
"Does this mean you wish me to come back safe and sound?"
"No." Erestor continued writing his letter without paying Glorfindel any attention.
"How considerate of you." Glorfindel chuckled. "I'll give it to you personally WHEN I come back, I promise."
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Glorfindel always kept his promise.
When he got back home in the middle of the night, four days later, the first thing after dismissing his soldiers, he went to Erestor's chambers and knocked on the door, loudly. When he was about to knock for the fifth time, the door was opened and a very piss counselor appeared. Glorfindel's further greeting was cut short when he saw the counselor's appearance.
The black hair was ruffle, the chocolate eyes were sleep deprived, and a blanket covered Erestor's body from shin to toes. Erestor looked the most unkempt he had ever seen, and very adorable too.
"Good morning, counselor!" Glorfindel greeted.
"This must be very important or else." Erestor gritted his teeth.
"Well, I'm back!" Glorfindel gave a package to Erestor. "Here, the souvenir. I told you that I'd give it to you personally WHEN I come back. I keep my promise."
Erestor glared dagger at the captain, speechless.
"Good night, captain."
"Wait!" Glorfindel hold the door that Erestor was closing.
"What?"
"Are you cold?"
"What?"
"You put the blanket around yourself. Are you cold? Are you.. not well?" The golden lord was concerned for his favorite counselor.
"Nay. You knocked at the door so loud. I thought there was something bad happened. I didn't have time to put on my robe." Erestor shrugged.
"Why you had to put on your robe?" Glorfindel was really confused.
"Because I sleep without my cloth on, idiot!" Erestor gritted his teeth. Why did he have to explain this to the idiot captain, he wondered.
"Oh, you mean you're naked under the blanket?" Glorfindel imagined Erestor's body under the blanket, and swallowed hard.
"Technically, I have my blanket. I'm not naked. Can I go back to bed now?"
"Is there someone in your bed?" Glorfindel narrowed his eyes.
"It's none of your business!" Erestor was getting angry again.
"Is it?"
"No!"
"No? No one in your bed or No, it's not by business."
"Both!"
"Good!" Glorfindel's grin stopped any further insult from the dark hair elf.
"What's with you?" Erestor was confused.
"Nothing." Still smiling. "Good night, counselor." With that, Glorfindel left the puzzled counselor and went to his own bed chambers.
"What's this all about?" Erestor mumbled.
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The next day was the beginning of the harvest festival. Everyone was in the field preparing themselves for the harvest. Elflings and elleth were responsible for picking up carrots, yams, potatoes, pumpkins and berries, while ellon were harvesting corn and wheat.
In the afternoon, Glorfindel found Erestor in the corn field with a full basket on his back.
"Here you are!" The captain called out. "I thought you were in the garden."
"I left Lindir and Mel to look after elflings there. The corn field needs more labor. Why were you looking for me?"
"Celebrian needs your help at the bonfire."
"Alright."
"Give me the basket." Glorfindel helped to unload the basket from Erestor's back.
"Thanks."
"Wait."
Suddenly, Erestor found Glorfindel's thumb wiping something from his cheek softly.
"Smudge"
"Uhm.. thanks."
Glorfindel thought he saw Erestor's face turning a shade of pink. He must have been hallucinating, he thought. He felt his steps were lighter with no reason. He humped a tune, Lindir's song, and continued Erestor's work before he was interrupted.
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Glorfindel and the other elves went to the clearing where the bonfire was preparing after putting their crops in the warehouse. They gained more produces than the last years. Some crop was brought to the bonfire to cook tonight.
Glorfindel arrived at the bonfire and his eyes darted out to find his favorite counselor. Erestor was in a corner of the clearing near a long table with many kinds of fruits on top of it. He was talking with a young maiden, Bellethiel, Celebrian's hand maiden. They looked very happy together. Erestor bowed his head and put the elleth's hand to his lips. The elleth giggled and curtsied beautifully before leaving the counselor.
"That's smooth." Glorfindel said while approaching the counselor.
"She's lovely." Erestor smiled lightly.
"Aye and she's very young." Glorfindel smirked.
"She's of age."
"Are you interested in her?"
"Why not?" Erestor raised his eyebrow. Glorfindel was acting oddly these couple days, he wondered.
"I just think you should be with someone your own age." Glorfindel shrugged.
"We are ancient, Glorfindel." Erestor sighed. "No one in Rivendell is as old as us."
Exactly!
"We'll be alone for the rest of our lives." Erestor shook his head.
"We have each other." There, he already said it. Glorfindel waited for Erestor's reaction.
"Right." Erestor shook his head in despair. "Lucky me."
Glorfindel just wanted to hit his own head, or better yet, Erestor's head for that matter. Why was the wisest counselor in middle-earth so dense?
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Harvest festival was last for a week. Everybody was exhausted, even elves had limitation.
On the last day, Glorfindel found his favorite counselor lying under a maple tree, sleeping soundly, with colorful leaves scattering around his body. Glorfindel sat down on the ground beside the sleeping elf and watched him sleep peacefully. When a red maple leaf fell to Erestor's hair, Glorfindel couldn't help himself but reach his hand to take the leaf away, and caressed Erestor's silky black hair softly.
They had known each other very long time he couldn't even count. After reborn, Glorfindel, the Balrog slayer, was worshiped like Valar himself. Everybody looked at him as a hero. Only Erestor was different.
Only Erestor dared to call him idiot. Only Glorfindel dared to piss of the counselor.
Glorfindel knew that one day they might have their own path, but now they had only each other. Ironically, time was not matter for elves, but time spending with Erestor was precious, and he wanted to spend his time with this dark haired elf as long as possible.
"What time is it? Does the bonfire begin?"
Erestor's mumble drew Glorfindel's attention to the counselor.
"Nay, you can sleep for a little more."
"Uhm, I just dozed off." Erestor tried to get up but the captain pushed him back.
"You are exhausted. Sleep more." Glorfindel said tenderly and lift Erestor's head to place on his laps. "I'll be here watching over you."
Erestor looked at the blue eyes that looked back at him softly.
"Thank you."
After making sure that Erestor was asleep, Glorfindel bent down and pressed a soft kiss to Erestor's forehead.
"I'll be with you always, I promise."
And he didn't see a small smile glazing over the sleeping elf's lips.
Yes, they would be together for a very long time.
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[..tbc..]
Luthorin :)