Drabbles by Tena

Drabbles

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Closer
Lonely
Silver
Sinful

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Posted: April 18, 2008
Title: Closer
Author: LK
Type: FCS
Characters: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing
Warnings: Slash
Beta: None, any mistakes are mine alone
Challenge: Daily Drabble - 3-24-06 word of the day "Closer"

Summary: Glorfindel is tired of waiting

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"No! Not this time, counselor!" Glorfindel nearly shouted as he snagged Erestor by the crook of his elbow when the dark elf turned to stalk down the hallway.

Spinning the other elf around to face him, Glorfindel’s eyes were flashing with anger and frustration as he growled, "You can deny it all you like, but we both know the truth."

"And what exactly would that be?" Erestor snarled back.

The anger evaporated from Glorfindel's face and his voice dropped low. "That you love me as much as I love you, and have since the day we met."

Erestor's eyes grew large with surprise and for a moment, he seemed frozen with shock. Finally, he blinked then started opening and closing his mouth, but he made no sound. Glorfindel could see that he desperately wanted to deny the bold statement, but the unmistakable truth was reflected in the darkling's eyes.

Grasping both of Erestor's arms, Glorfindel slowly pulled the reluctant elf toward him. Their bodies grew closer and closer, and the nearer they came to each other, the less Erestor fought against the inexorable pull.

Finally, their bodies were pressed up against one another, their faces nearly touching as their breath mingled.

"Is there truly any Elf you wish to be closer to than me, Erestor?" Glorfindel whispered against the other's soft ruby lips.

With a sigh of resignation, Erestor finally capitulated, "Nay, but . . . I do think you could manage to be closer still, 'Fin," Erestor told him softly, his meaning clear.

With a grin, Glorfindel closed the tiny distance between them and pressed his lips against Erestor's quivering mouth.

They both knew that later that night, when they were alone, they would cross the final threshold and be closer to one another than they had ever been before. For the moment, though, they were close enough.

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April 18, 2008
Title: Lonely
Author: LK
Type: FCGen
Characters: Elrond
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing.
Warnings: Angst, soul searching
Beta: None, I’m to blame for all mistakes
Author's Notes: Written for the Daily Drabble at LOTR all slash; the word for the day was “lonely”

Summary: The world without Elves.

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Elrond stood at the stern of the gray ship bearing him, Galadriel and the other Ring Bearers to a much-deserved rest in the Blessed Realm. He watched as the land they had just left receded until it was just a tiny speck on the horizon that only Elven eyes could see.

He was ready to leave, start his life anew, see his wife again and heal. Life here had been hard, full of responsibilities and heartache, not the least of which was leaving his children behind. True, the twins would follow with Celeborn, in time, but he would never see Arwen again and it was up to him to bear this news to Celebrian.

Indeed, life had been hard. His shoulders surely would have bowed under the immense pressure and obligation he had borne if he were not so proud . . . if he did not come from so noble a line . . . if he was not so stubborn.

That land growing more and more distant was home to him, though. He had left his mark, although he knew few would ever realize it. Epic events had occurred in Elrond’s lifetime, events he had influenced a bit, but the life of Men was too short to carry such stories as more than legend. Generations from now, folk would forget even the old stories, and his name would be lost to history completely, along with the name of every other Elf.

Soon, the idea that Elves walked the land of Men at all would be considered naught but a flight of fancy, or tales to tell children to entertain them.

How bleak those shores seemed to him now. Was it the season that made it so? Was his heart just too heavy with loss to see its raw beauty?

Nay, it was more terrible than that.

Without Elves, Middle-earth was a lonely place. Men would make their own marks; children would be born, live and eventually die. The Second Born would play and sing and, yes, the world would be wonderful . . . but there would always be something missing for them. They would be alone. There would be none to stand and watch the march of time for them and guard their fleeting lives. For Elrond saw now that one of the joys Elves had been given in their
difficult time in Middle-earth had been the gift of sharing Eru's creation with those so beloved by the Creator. They were Second Born, but not second loved by Him.
Yes, Middle-earth would be lonely . . . until the First Born and the Second Born were reunited -- in time.

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April 18, 2008
Title: Silver
Author: LK
Type: FCS
Characters: Elrond, Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing.
Warnings: Implied Slash
Beta: None, any mistakes are mine alone
Challenge: Daily Drabble - 3-26-06 word of the day "Silver"

Summary: Elrond spies something interesting.

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"Erestor . . . ?"

"Aye, Elrond?"

When he answered, Erestor sounded as if he was completely disinterested in anything other than his own thoughts. He was sitting at his desk with his left elbow propped on the surface, chin in his hand. He held a quill in his right hand as he doodled on a scrap of parchment. The fact that Erestor was engaged in anything so frivolous as *doodling* was odd enough, but the dreamy smile and thoroughly besotted expression on his face were downright perplexing. Ordinarily, Erestor was a staid and serious Elf, so this behavior was completely out of character for him.

At least that was what Elrond thought, until he looked a little closer at the hand holding the quill. The Lord of Imladris was finally beginning to understand why his chief advisor had been acting completely distracted all day.

"My friend, is that a silver ring on the index finger of your right hand?"

Without removing his chin from his palm, Erestor dropped the quill and splayed the fingers of the hand in question to examine them.

"Why, yes, I do believe it is, my Lord," he responded with a secret little grin.

"'Tis new, is it not?" Elrond asked, starting to grin.

Erestor breathed a happy sigh and said, "Very new. I just received it last night."

"Could it possibly be one of a set?"

"Indeed," Erestor was grinning now, too, and if Elrond were not mistaken, trying very hard not to giggle, which the counselor would consider most undignified.

"Would the mate to that silver ring be gracing the hand of a certain golden-haired Balrog Slayer?" Elrond asked, continuing to play the game.

"It would, indeed!" exclaimed the broadly smiling advisor.

"Matching silver rings worn on that finger are customarily considered to be betrothal rings, Erestor," The peredhel Lord reminded him, feigning a tone of admonishment.

"Aye, Elrond, that they are," a voice said from the doorway.

Turning around, Elrond was not surprised to see that Glorfindel had quietly joined them and was leaning casually on the door jam. Although he had answered his Lord's question, it was plain to see that the golden-haired Elf had eyes only for Erestor.

"Ah. I see," Elrond said, his grin very wide. "Well, this is wonderful news."

"Is it not, though?" Erestor said, apparently losing the fight not to giggle.

"Will the two of you be joining the rest of the House in the dining hall this evening to make the announcement?" Elrond asked as he backed toward the door to his own office. Glorfindel had begun to slowly advance toward the dark Elf and Elrond realized his presence would be completely forgotten in a moment. Prudently, he deemed it would be best to be absent for what he guessed was about to happen.

"Nay, Elrond. Not tonight," Glorfindel said as he took Erestor's hand and drew the darkling to his feet before slipping his arms around his waist. "We still have more celebrating to do in private. Tomorrow will be time enough for announcements."

"Yes. Of course," Elrond said, trying to suppress a smirk. Grasping the door handle, he withdrew to his office, pulling the door closed as he said, "I will have a supper tray sent to . . ."

"My chambers," Erestor said, his voice slightly breathless and a bit muffled, indicating that the lips of another were interfering with his attempt at speech.

Without another word, Elrond closed the door. He stood for a moment, listening to the soft sounds and sighs coming from the other room. He had been relieved when his best friends had finally stopped trying to deny that they belonged together. They were so completely opposite in appearance and temperament, yet so obviously perfect for each other. Until recently, they were the only ones who could not see it. Now that they had, they were obviously not holding anything back.

Smiling, the Lord of the Valley returned to his own desk to tidy up a bit before retiring to meet his own beloved for the evening meal. Several minutes later, he was striding down the hall and past the open door to Erestor's office, which was now empty. Customarily, betrothals lasted a year, but Eretor and Glorfindel were not slaves to custom. Idly, he wondered how long it would be until those silver rings were exchanged for gold.

"Not long at all, I would wager," he mused, chuckling to himself.

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April 18, 2008
Title: Sinful
Author: LK
Type: FCS
Characters: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing. Here’s the formal version: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warnings: Slashy SEX
Challenge: Daily Drabble - prompt: Sinful
Beta: None, those mistakes are all my own

Summary: Dessert

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Glorfindel's tongue slid up his lover's turgid arousal. He pretended to be solely interested in the white confection covering it by making a heartfelt, "mmmmmmmm" sound of delighted pleasure, but he might have saved himself the trouble. Even he would not have believed such poor acting, but Erestor was simply too far gone to notice his performance at all.

He had managed to acquire a bowl of rich buttery cream from the kitchens and had spent the last half hour covering various parts of his lover's body with it before systematically devouring the sweet fluff. Glorfindel had given as much attention to licking the delectable plate he had fashioned for himself as he had to the dessert itself. He could not decide which was more delicious, the sweet whipped cream he was licking or the flesh he was licking it from!

Erestor's cries of pleasure and wanton writhing upon the bed became more desperate, inflaming Glorfindel's own ardor to a fevered pitch. There was no doubt that this side of Erestor, this secret side, was his favorite. The taste and sight of the darkling Elf lost in passion was positively sinful!

With a feral growl, Glorfindel finally capitulated to the needful pleas of his lover and swallowed his arousal completely, mercilessly suckling and licking until Erestor cried out his completion. Just the sound of that sweet voice calling out his name was enough to send Glorfindel over the edge to his own release.

"You are a tease!" Erestor panted when he finally caught his breath enough to speak.

"And you are my favorite sinful indulgence!" was the reply.

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THE END

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