Silver and Gold is the one where they actually have sex, if that's what you're looking for...
As for Erestor, there are a couple of times he comes close to admitting an attraction for Glorfindel, but then he pulls back every time, afraid of that who taboo thing that he himself keeps trying to assure Glorfindel is alright. The end of the Fluff'n'Stuff series has a bit of something in it, and there are a couple of other times that Erestor lets Glorfindel 'get away with' the sorts of things that only a couple would do (in 'Discovery', when Glorfindel smooches his cheek, he acts semi-disgusted, but he doesn't glare or run off or something, which, you'd think a straight guy would be more pissed at something like that; there's some things coming up in Unforgettable that are going to be questionable). The one where he's going to get closest to admitting it isn't written yet; I do have the poem written that goes with it but I don't know if the poem is archived anywhere really...
looks like I posted it in my LJ, almost two years ago...the basis of the story is going to be that it takes place right after the last alliance. Erestor was injured, but the only one who came to look after him in those days right after the war was Glorfindel, and so Erestor writes a poem and nearly is ready to accept things, but then Gildor shows up and renews his relationship with Glorfindel, thus, Erestor hides the poem and says nothing.
The Poem:
~Forbidden Desire~
If I kiss you, will you kiss back? Will your lips be sweet as wine? You remind me of the Eldar days Of honey and sunshine
If I touch you, will you touch me? Is your skin as soft as a peach? I know not why I think this way Of forbidden, out-of-reach
If I love you, will you love me? Am I simply just a fantasy? I think I’m only just a dream Of impossibility
You care for me and I for you Must there still be more? I fear to kiss, to touch, to love So simple these acts, yet so hard I’ve thought to take you in my arms To lie with you in the moonlit grass Be still in slumber with the warmth Of your skin at my back
(and yes, it's unfinished, that's just how it goes in the story)
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Date: 2007-03-27 06:40 pm (UTC)As for Erestor, there are a couple of times he comes close to admitting an attraction for Glorfindel, but then he pulls back every time, afraid of that who taboo thing that he himself keeps trying to assure Glorfindel is alright. The end of the Fluff'n'Stuff series has a bit of something in it, and there are a couple of other times that Erestor lets Glorfindel 'get away with' the sorts of things that only a couple would do (in 'Discovery', when Glorfindel smooches his cheek, he acts semi-disgusted, but he doesn't glare or run off or something, which, you'd think a straight guy would be more pissed at something like that; there's some things coming up in Unforgettable that are going to be questionable). The one where he's going to get closest to admitting it isn't written yet; I do have the poem written that goes with it but I don't know if the poem is archived anywhere really...
looks like I posted it in my LJ, almost two years ago...the basis of the story is going to be that it takes place right after the last alliance. Erestor was injured, but the only one who came to look after him in those days right after the war was Glorfindel, and so Erestor writes a poem and nearly is ready to accept things, but then Gildor shows up and renews his relationship with Glorfindel, thus, Erestor hides the poem and says nothing.
The Poem:
~Forbidden Desire~
If I kiss you, will you kiss back?
Will your lips be sweet as wine?
You remind me of the Eldar days
Of honey and sunshine
If I touch you, will you touch me?
Is your skin as soft as a peach?
I know not why I think this way
Of forbidden, out-of-reach
If I love you, will you love me?
Am I simply just a fantasy?
I think I’m only just a dream
Of impossibility
You care for me and I for you
Must there still be more?
I fear to kiss, to touch, to love
So simple these acts, yet so hard
I’ve thought to take you in my arms
To lie with you in the moonlit grass
Be still in slumber with the warmth
Of your skin at my back
(and yes, it's unfinished, that's just how it goes in the story)