Posted: November 2003
Title: Golden Skin
Author: sandyg
Fandom: Tolkien
Genre: FCS
Characters: Elrond/Glorfindel
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own ‘em, and don't make profit from ‘em.
Author's Notes: Just a shorty one off piece... perhaps a companion piece to "Taming the Sorrow."
Summary: Elrond 1st person POV. When you miss your lover your mind fills in the details.

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Smooth golden skin.

I shook my head and twirled the rich black quill in my long fingers. More precisely the delicious rich smell of smooth golden skin distracted me from my feeble attempt at drafting an appendix to this extensive Last Alliance history.

My exhausted eyes examined the finely written sentences. So precise, so neat, so anal. A small mocking smile curved my thin lips. What sheer ego. Who would take the time to read an appendix on the exact structure of the complex knee joints used in Gil-galad's royal armor? Who cared?

A self-mocking sigh gusted free before I glanced at the brass and silver clock. 4:00am. Typical. Since I couldn't wrap myself around rich golden Elf flesh instead I huddled in my study, clutched my elegant quill and forced memories which no one would ever read from my ancient soul.

Leaning back in my favorite chair I tapped the quill against my thin lips and indulged in a lovely fantasy. My mind mused about sweet golden flesh stretched over firm, hard muscles. Flexing muscles draped across long bones forming a galaxy of enveloping grace. Yet it was a grace infused with great power, strength and compassion.

But what about the unique smell? Under the light melilot and vetiver soap my powerful lover favored there dwelled a tantalizing smell that no other living being possessed. A deep ancient scent, flavored with full notes of vast memory and terrible loss. Tragic yet heroic. A discreet bottom note, hovering almost at an undetectable level, also spoke of bitter battles and death. When I whispered my findings during a passionate embrace stubborn Glorfindel claimed I waxed fanciful about his smell just like a typical poet.

Ahh, but I knew better. My ancient senses were trained to detect such mysteries. Yet that's what I so enjoyed about my blunt, direct lover. I loved a paradoxical legend who scoffed at mystery and professed impatience at what he called stuff and nonsense. Yet my lover employed such so-called "stuff and nonsense" when he drug me back from a nearly final mourning.

I often wondered about that fateful day. When I confronted him about his amazing healing actions Glorfindel merely shrugged impatiently and claimed he followed his warrior's instincts. Personally I felt that my dear Glorfindel hid behind his image of a basic warrior. He knew far more about life than he ever revealed. But if such a casual attitude made Glorfindel feel more accepted among the living then I certainly wouldn't press him. No one who had passed into Mandos and returned could claim to be merely a "warrior." What delicious modesty.

Running my wet tongue over my lower lip I further indulged my sensory fantasy. Mmm, I adored skimming my tongue across his pulsing flesh. Feeling the smooth surface twitching under my skilled caress made me experience a sense of overwhelming devotion. Of course I held certain fleshy spots more dear than others. Knowing that a few quick tongue flicks placed against Glorfindel's sharp collarbones produced an instant erection pleased me no end. During our long nights pressed close I also discovered that little circular tongue sweeps just where Glorfindel's supple thighs met his exquisite torso drove him into incoherency. During his ardor he mewled like a happy newborn seeking a life-granting nipple. That innocent noise drove me mad for him.

Aii, a low moan escaped my tight throat. Enough. Rather than sit here and torment myself I decided why not escape into my comforting bed? At least there I could summon dreams of my golden lover into my unsettled mind. Setting down my quill I stared at the parchment resting on my desk. Before I really thought about my actions my long fingers impulsively gripped the upper left and right corners. Why save this nonsense?

Just before I made the tear I halted. No. Perhaps after I was but a distant memory some human would find use for this description. Then again perhaps not. Still, I could not bring myself to rip the parchment. Just tuck it away with all the other appendixes and leave it be.

4:13am. I rose from my chair and shook my head. Would my lovely Imladris grind to a halt if I didn't appear for 7:00 breakfast? What would everyone say if I remained curled in my feathery bed until, Elbereth forbid, noon? They'd think I was failing or depressed. Granted I felt depressed but this depression could not be conquered. It was the depression of knowing the Middle Earth I had long shepherded galloped toward its grand finale.

Gandalf's devastating disappearance alerted me to a horrible change. After telling Galadriel and myself where he traveled the feisty mage boldly confronted Saruman for final answers regarding that blasted evil Ring. Gandalf was not a fool. Since he sensed something wrong he alerted us about his mission. Now he fell silent. So did Saruman. Thus it finally begun, the days I had lived in dread of ever since that bitter Alliance.

Ahh, my old soul sensed matters would grow incredible ugly before the fateful conclusion. But this was already written in time's flow. Mandos' wife had already woven her all-knowing tapestry. All I could do now was advise, direct and watch.

Mmm, a soothing long stretched worked a nasty kink from my tight upper back muscles. Another mocking smile appeared on my lips. Dear brazen Glorfindel also hated my fatalistic attitude. Well of course he would; any Elf that had escaped his so-called final fate would act rebelliously. Glorfindel would fight anything, even death.

He certainly fought with me which made him, in most Elves' eyes, slightly insane. But I enjoyed his comforting defiance. After all, his defiance brought him to me. His delightful defiance bound us together. Glorfindel defined his defiance so I treasured my mate's defiance.

Although that was the truth I'd never confess that his duty to protecting Imladris almost crushed me. No, of course his well-trained captains couldn't perform the extensive monthly border patrol; only suspicious Glorfindel could conduct the task with the proper dedication. He refused to accept my desperate need for his companionship. I feared that if Glorfindel thought my need for him disrupted duty then it might be dangerous so I endured and suffered. If my lover needed to think me strong then so be it. I knew better and I accepted my ageless need.

After I snuffed out the flickering candles I padded over to my bedroom. Odd; did I leave candles burning? I didn't think so. Entering the softly glowing room I smiled in heartfelt delight. No, I hadn't lit any candles. But my sly Glorfindel had coaxed them into flame.

My tired eyes swept across the powerful male length sprawled in our bed. How delightful. How unexpected. How like my lover to slip past me and surprise me. His patrol supposedly ended tomorrow; obviously he had ridden like a Wraith to return to me. How I loved him.

My excited fingers swiftly undid the tie to my casual lounging robe. After these tormented days away from my lover now I could bask in his potent glory. I could let myself go. I could cease being the supposedly wise and perceptive Lord Elrond and simply become a male seeking pleasure with his most precious beloved.

I could feel loved and adored. And I cherished my Glorfindel for granting me his strong golden grace.

For now, before this wretched growing storm, I asked for nothing more.

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THE END

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