Affection
by Zhie
| Title: Affection Author: Zhie Rating: PG-13 at most Email: zhiester@gmail.com Word Count: 435 Summary: A series of near drabbles about Glorfindel’s return, and Erestor’s uncertainty. Characters: Glorfindel, Erestor, Lindir, Elrond, Gildor After the incident, Erestor hid himself away in his office. He had had quite enough of the outdoors for the day, and was certainly not about to listen to whatever sort of comments anyone desired to make regarding him. He was so concentrated upon his work that he did not take notice of the visitor who slipped into the room until a rose suddenly dropped down onto the page he was reading. Erestor turned around in shock, about to demand an explanation. When he looked up to see Glorfindel standing beside him, he lost his words. “I managed to salvage that one. I thought you might like it as a... souvenir or something.” “Uhm... thank you.” Erestor tried to think of something intelligent or witty to say. Instead, he blurted out with, “That was nice of you.” He wanted to bang his head against the desk immediately. Glorfindel looked a little uncomfortable, and Erestor wondered if he had somehow offended him. Before he could say anything more, the warrior spoke. “Until today, I... I thought you were with Lindir.” “With Lindir? Well, yes, I suppose sometimes I am,” replied Erestor. “He is a friend of mine.” “But just a friend?” asked Glorfindel. There was a hopeful tone to his voice, and Erestor pushed his chair back gently so that he could stand up and face Glorfindel as he nodded. “I saw you with him so often, I honestly thought they two of you were... courting or something.” “Oh, no! Not Lindir.” Erestor laughed uneasily. “He is only a friend.” “So... if not Lindir, then who?” wondered Glorfindel. Erestor swallowed hard, but found himself unable to answer. Glorfindel spoke for him. “I have a confession to make, and I should hope you do not think me mad after I do, but I have been... dreaming of you.” Uncertain blue eyes looked away as he continued. “They are strange, but... but wonderful. They always take place at night, but there is no darkness. The grass is… so vibrantly green, and—“ “—and we swim together in a pond, crystal clear, the water warm and the wind pleasant.” It was Erestor’s turn to look away, but Glorfindel brushed his fingertips against the counselor’s cheek, and they were once again looking at each other. “I have dreamed the same.” “I cherish every night, every moment I spend in slumber... but I awake alone and lonely.” Glorfindel once again gave Erestor that hopeful look, and this time, Erestor finally found his tongue. “Would you care to have dinner with me this evening?” Glorfindel smiled softly. “I would love to.” |