I need to NOT go to oneword.com anymore
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zhieThis is what today's word led to... is there a oneword support group for people who can't stop writing once the 60 seconds is up? I need their number.
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Clad only in a thin, dark robe, the one he had been complimented on, Erestor boldly knocked on the door. His hand trembled, but at least that could not be discovered, at least not at the moment.
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At dinner he had made a fool of himself. A right fool, he decided, and poured another glass of wine only to empty it down his throat. "Every village needs an idiot," he mumbled, and poured more wine.
He heard the knock on the door, but was cautious to answer it. More than likely it was Elrond, here to scold him that his words and actions had been inappropriate. In less than a day, he had managed to flip the house upside down.
When Cirdan suggested Imladris as the destination for the long-forgotten hero of Gondolin, Glorfindel agreed, having no concept of where things were nor who anyone was. He had arrived early this morning, and after offending the stable hands and the blacksmiths, he also managed to upset a few gardeners.
Then there was Elrond's court. The ellin were disbelieving of his tale, the ellyth were wary of his words, and the seneschal had, seemingly, no use for him. The only one who had appeared at all friendly was the chief of Elrond's council. When they were introduced and the dark, lithe elf bowed and smiled to him, Glorfindel had an instant friend. Or, so he had imagined.
Then came dinner, a somewhat notorious affair that would no doubt be spoken of for years to come. In Gondolin, community meals were normally rowdy events, with much merriment to be had. Glorfindel, thinking it was his presence that was causing the solemn air, attempted to liven things up.
His first mistake was to suggest a song while the wine was being poured. The rollicking tune he chose was apparently not as well known as it had been in Gondolin, for no one sang along. Mistake two came when the chief counselor appeared late.
By then Glorfindel had stopped singing, and frowned when he took a good look at the counselor. When asked what was wrong, he replied that he did not know why the counselor was wearing such stuffy-looking formal attire when the long, black robe he had been wearing earlier had looked much better.
Erestor had looked mortified, and had mumbled something about the fact that surely Glorfindel was mistaken, that he could not have been the one, for he was working, all day, very diligently, and without break, and would never been wearing anything less formal than what he currently had on, at least not in public.
Upon realization that Erestor had probably sneaked away from his desk to go to the pond for a swim where Glorfindel had seen him in the robe he referred to, the golden elf smiled, and winked. And then, just as Erestor looked relieved and about to sit down, Glorfindel gave him a pat on the rear, just as he would have to Ecthelion or any of his other brethren, to reassure them that all was well. This, however, proved to be the final straw.
He was practically yanked from his chair and dragged by Elrond to the hallway, where the lord of the valley in a kind but terse voice explained to Glorfindel that perhaps the weary traveler would like his dinner in private tonight instead.
And so he was here. Alone. Alone, just as he had been in the Halls of Waiting only a month ago. Alone, and lonely, and wishing he had not sailed back to Middle-earth.
Another knock brought Glorfindel back to the present. He sighed and set the empty goblet aside on the table before standing up.
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Erestor shifted onto his other foot, looking down the corridor nervously. After what had happened at dinner, he lost his appetite, and retreated before Elrond had returned to the Great Hall. In his room, he spent time thinking. He hoped Elrond had not reprimanded Glorfindel too harshly, and had a feeling that the peredhel had asked Glorfindel to leave dinner. This was confirmed for him when a knock came at his door and he opened it to find a maid from the kitchen with two trays. One she left with Erestor, and the other she told him was for Lord Glorfindel.
Barely any of his food was touched, and Erestor undressed to turn in early. When he spied the robe from his secret escape to the pond earlier in the day draped over a chair, he tentatively picked it up and held it before him.
He smiled, recalling how he had been complimented by the new resident of the valley. In all his years in Lindon, and all his time in Imladris, no one had paid him any mind, except to ask his advice or else for help on something. No one ever invited him to tea, or asked him to chat, or to play a game of chess, or listen to music in the Hall of Fire, and least of all, no one had ever said to him how handsome he looked.
It wasn't as if he hid it, at least, not at first. Quite a number of times he had dressed in what he had thought were tasteful selections that accentuated the best qualities of his form. This was until one day when Elrond made the comment about the practicality of a robe with particularly long sleeves. After that, Erestor only wore very plain and practical things.
When he had readied himself for bed, he had brushed his hair out in a very impractical manner, leaving it unbraided and hanging down his back. He slipped into the dark robe, and went to the mirror. And smiled.
Then the smile faltered and faded, and tears slipped down his cheeks. He wiped them quickly so they would not ruin his robe. 'I am handsome,' he whispered to his reflection. It seemed until now, he had not realized, and no one else had noticed. No one, except for Glorfindel.
The new, mysterious ellon, the one known only by his deeds in songs long since unsung, intrigued Erestor upon first sight. His words at dinner shocked him at first, and his actions were completely unexpected. However, they were not altogether unwelcome, Erestor realized. Glorfindel had meant what he said and did in friendship, and tying the belt of the robe around his waist, Erestor decided he would return that friendship.
He was less and less certain about his decision as he came closer and closer to the room assigned to Glorfindel. Perhaps he was wrong about his conclusions. His first knock had gone unanswered, and the second seemed as if it would as well. As Erestor hurriedly turned to leave, he heard the door open.
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The last one Glorfindel expected to see was Erestor. Bowing his head, he sighed. "I am sorry I offended you," he offered before Erestor had a chance to scold him as Elrond had. "The customs here are unfamiliar to me and-"
Glorfindel paused and looked up, taking in Erestor's nervousness, and his change of attire. "I.. is.." Erestor swallowed. "Does this really look good on me?"
"Good?" Glorfindel looked somewhat offended. "I would call it better than good." Sobering momentarily, he asked, "You are not offended then?"
"I.. I wanted to thank you for your compliment," said Erestor in a rush. A blush crept into his cheeks as he realized he was standing in the doorway of Glorfindel's chambers, barefooted, in nothing but the robe. He was about to excuse himself, but another compliment came his way.
"Your hair is lovely like this." Glorfindel reached his hand out and drew his fingers through the midnight mass, stopping abruptly. "Sorry."
"You.. you can touch it if you like," Erestor offered.
Glorfindel's hand brushed through the black tresses once again. "Forgive me; it has been so long since I had the ability of contact with anyone else. Everyone here is so.. cold. As if unliving; like how it was for me in death."
"They will warm up to you in time," assured Erestor, his eyelids drooping a little. "They are cautious about accepting outsiders."
"But you are not." Glorfindel drew back his hand as Erestor reopened his eyes. "Why?"
Erestor shrugged.
"Oh, come now, there must be a reason. Are your parents more like you are, or more like the rest of the valley?"
Sadly, Erestor said, "I do not know. They were dead before I was three. I spent my early years in the orphanage in Lindon until I was old enough to work."
Immediately, Glorfindel could fill in the rest of the story. "So you had no family, no one to comfort you, no one to praise your deeds or to tell you how handsome you are." At the last comment, Erestor blushed again. It was probably the wine that brought the words to his lips, yet he said them anyway. "You are simply starving for someone to reach out to you."
"I should leave," Erestor said suddenly as the truth came to light in such a raw way. He tried to step back, but Glorfindel took hold of him suddenly, grasping behind his elbows and pulling him near.
"Please," begged Glorfindel, "do not go. Do not run away after coming this far. Can you not see, I am just as hungry as you are for someone to reach out to me."
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Clad only in a thin, dark robe, the one he had been complimented on, Erestor boldly knocked on the door. His hand trembled, but at least that could not be discovered, at least not at the moment.
---
At dinner he had made a fool of himself. A right fool, he decided, and poured another glass of wine only to empty it down his throat. "Every village needs an idiot," he mumbled, and poured more wine.
He heard the knock on the door, but was cautious to answer it. More than likely it was Elrond, here to scold him that his words and actions had been inappropriate. In less than a day, he had managed to flip the house upside down.
When Cirdan suggested Imladris as the destination for the long-forgotten hero of Gondolin, Glorfindel agreed, having no concept of where things were nor who anyone was. He had arrived early this morning, and after offending the stable hands and the blacksmiths, he also managed to upset a few gardeners.
Then there was Elrond's court. The ellin were disbelieving of his tale, the ellyth were wary of his words, and the seneschal had, seemingly, no use for him. The only one who had appeared at all friendly was the chief of Elrond's council. When they were introduced and the dark, lithe elf bowed and smiled to him, Glorfindel had an instant friend. Or, so he had imagined.
Then came dinner, a somewhat notorious affair that would no doubt be spoken of for years to come. In Gondolin, community meals were normally rowdy events, with much merriment to be had. Glorfindel, thinking it was his presence that was causing the solemn air, attempted to liven things up.
His first mistake was to suggest a song while the wine was being poured. The rollicking tune he chose was apparently not as well known as it had been in Gondolin, for no one sang along. Mistake two came when the chief counselor appeared late.
By then Glorfindel had stopped singing, and frowned when he took a good look at the counselor. When asked what was wrong, he replied that he did not know why the counselor was wearing such stuffy-looking formal attire when the long, black robe he had been wearing earlier had looked much better.
Erestor had looked mortified, and had mumbled something about the fact that surely Glorfindel was mistaken, that he could not have been the one, for he was working, all day, very diligently, and without break, and would never been wearing anything less formal than what he currently had on, at least not in public.
Upon realization that Erestor had probably sneaked away from his desk to go to the pond for a swim where Glorfindel had seen him in the robe he referred to, the golden elf smiled, and winked. And then, just as Erestor looked relieved and about to sit down, Glorfindel gave him a pat on the rear, just as he would have to Ecthelion or any of his other brethren, to reassure them that all was well. This, however, proved to be the final straw.
He was practically yanked from his chair and dragged by Elrond to the hallway, where the lord of the valley in a kind but terse voice explained to Glorfindel that perhaps the weary traveler would like his dinner in private tonight instead.
And so he was here. Alone. Alone, just as he had been in the Halls of Waiting only a month ago. Alone, and lonely, and wishing he had not sailed back to Middle-earth.
Another knock brought Glorfindel back to the present. He sighed and set the empty goblet aside on the table before standing up.
---
Erestor shifted onto his other foot, looking down the corridor nervously. After what had happened at dinner, he lost his appetite, and retreated before Elrond had returned to the Great Hall. In his room, he spent time thinking. He hoped Elrond had not reprimanded Glorfindel too harshly, and had a feeling that the peredhel had asked Glorfindel to leave dinner. This was confirmed for him when a knock came at his door and he opened it to find a maid from the kitchen with two trays. One she left with Erestor, and the other she told him was for Lord Glorfindel.
Barely any of his food was touched, and Erestor undressed to turn in early. When he spied the robe from his secret escape to the pond earlier in the day draped over a chair, he tentatively picked it up and held it before him.
He smiled, recalling how he had been complimented by the new resident of the valley. In all his years in Lindon, and all his time in Imladris, no one had paid him any mind, except to ask his advice or else for help on something. No one ever invited him to tea, or asked him to chat, or to play a game of chess, or listen to music in the Hall of Fire, and least of all, no one had ever said to him how handsome he looked.
It wasn't as if he hid it, at least, not at first. Quite a number of times he had dressed in what he had thought were tasteful selections that accentuated the best qualities of his form. This was until one day when Elrond made the comment about the practicality of a robe with particularly long sleeves. After that, Erestor only wore very plain and practical things.
When he had readied himself for bed, he had brushed his hair out in a very impractical manner, leaving it unbraided and hanging down his back. He slipped into the dark robe, and went to the mirror. And smiled.
Then the smile faltered and faded, and tears slipped down his cheeks. He wiped them quickly so they would not ruin his robe. 'I am handsome,' he whispered to his reflection. It seemed until now, he had not realized, and no one else had noticed. No one, except for Glorfindel.
The new, mysterious ellon, the one known only by his deeds in songs long since unsung, intrigued Erestor upon first sight. His words at dinner shocked him at first, and his actions were completely unexpected. However, they were not altogether unwelcome, Erestor realized. Glorfindel had meant what he said and did in friendship, and tying the belt of the robe around his waist, Erestor decided he would return that friendship.
He was less and less certain about his decision as he came closer and closer to the room assigned to Glorfindel. Perhaps he was wrong about his conclusions. His first knock had gone unanswered, and the second seemed as if it would as well. As Erestor hurriedly turned to leave, he heard the door open.
---
The last one Glorfindel expected to see was Erestor. Bowing his head, he sighed. "I am sorry I offended you," he offered before Erestor had a chance to scold him as Elrond had. "The customs here are unfamiliar to me and-"
Glorfindel paused and looked up, taking in Erestor's nervousness, and his change of attire. "I.. is.." Erestor swallowed. "Does this really look good on me?"
"Good?" Glorfindel looked somewhat offended. "I would call it better than good." Sobering momentarily, he asked, "You are not offended then?"
"I.. I wanted to thank you for your compliment," said Erestor in a rush. A blush crept into his cheeks as he realized he was standing in the doorway of Glorfindel's chambers, barefooted, in nothing but the robe. He was about to excuse himself, but another compliment came his way.
"Your hair is lovely like this." Glorfindel reached his hand out and drew his fingers through the midnight mass, stopping abruptly. "Sorry."
"You.. you can touch it if you like," Erestor offered.
Glorfindel's hand brushed through the black tresses once again. "Forgive me; it has been so long since I had the ability of contact with anyone else. Everyone here is so.. cold. As if unliving; like how it was for me in death."
"They will warm up to you in time," assured Erestor, his eyelids drooping a little. "They are cautious about accepting outsiders."
"But you are not." Glorfindel drew back his hand as Erestor reopened his eyes. "Why?"
Erestor shrugged.
"Oh, come now, there must be a reason. Are your parents more like you are, or more like the rest of the valley?"
Sadly, Erestor said, "I do not know. They were dead before I was three. I spent my early years in the orphanage in Lindon until I was old enough to work."
Immediately, Glorfindel could fill in the rest of the story. "So you had no family, no one to comfort you, no one to praise your deeds or to tell you how handsome you are." At the last comment, Erestor blushed again. It was probably the wine that brought the words to his lips, yet he said them anyway. "You are simply starving for someone to reach out to you."
"I should leave," Erestor said suddenly as the truth came to light in such a raw way. He tried to step back, but Glorfindel took hold of him suddenly, grasping behind his elbows and pulling him near.
"Please," begged Glorfindel, "do not go. Do not run away after coming this far. Can you not see, I am just as hungry as you are for someone to reach out to me."
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Date: 2006-05-08 09:00 pm (UTC)Athos
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Date: 2006-05-09 03:22 am (UTC)*squishes*
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Date: 2006-05-09 03:47 am (UTC)I was almost in tears myself when Erestor confronted himself in the mirror. Damn. That was just damned poignant.
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Date: 2006-05-09 07:50 am (UTC)I am such a mush.
Please Zhie, can I have some more?
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Date: 2006-05-09 07:53 am (UTC)*Raises eyebrow* Or have you forgotten I know where you live! And Work! And where your friends live! And...and...and...Ahh! More!
~DarkDreamer
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Date: 2006-05-09 01:47 pm (UTC)I wanted to cry, too, when Erestor saw himself in the mirror. I was afraid Glorfindel had run off Erestor toward the end but when he said he wanted someone to reach out to him, too....*sigh*
Very heartbreaking and beautiful. We must have more!!!!
**huggles**
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Date: 2006-05-09 11:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-10 12:33 am (UTC)or perhaps people have noticed this already..