FIC: Forget the Long Goodbye (3/6)
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zhieTitle: Forget the Long Goodbye (3/6)
Author: Zhie
Rating: R (slash and het)
Characters: Erestor, Glorfindel, Feanor, Nerdanel, Elrond, Celebrian
Summary: An unexpected parting of ways.
Notes: Bunniverse compatible
“Can we be perfectly honest with one another?”
Erestor poured a second glass of brandy. “I certainly hope so.”
“I never expected you to show up here.”
The glass had been lifted, but Erestor lowered it, holding it just elevated above the table. “To be perfectly honest, neither did I.”
“Oh?” The other Elf frowned and leaned forward in his chair. It was leather, very new, but very comfortable. A pure white hound raised her delicate neck and leaned her head against her master’s leg until he patted her and scratched behind her ears. “You must have had a fight.”
“Not really. It was… disheartening,” admitted Erestor. “Naro, he just…” Erestor sighed and took a sip of his drink. “I just wanted to talk to him about it. That was how it started. Then, he started to ask questions.”
“What sort of questions?” implored Feanor.
Erestor shook his head. “The first one was whether or not I still love you. Then he—“
“What did you say?” he interrupted.
Erestor paused with his mouth open. “I said yes,” he confessed. “I said yes, and it all went rather badly from there. He just sat and sulked and made no attempt to really listen. Every explanation was cut into with another question. For someone who spent two lives chasing after me, he certainly made no attempt to hold on.”
“Maybe he thought your mind was already made up,” suggested Feanor. “Or… maybe he knew how you really feel. Or do you love him more than you love me?”
“Oh, no more questions,” grumbled Erestor. “No more fucking questions.” He gulped down the remainder of his drink and reached for the bottle.
“Leave it.” The sharp command made the dogs’ ears twitch, but Erestor took hold of the bottle anyhow. Feanor pushed himself up out of his chair and snatched away the bottle and the glass. “You have had enough tonight.”
“Who made you my keeper?” demanded Erestor as he followed behind Feanor, who took the bottle back to the shelf with the others. “I will drink when I damn well want to.”
“Drinking until you are drunk is not something I am going to tolerate this time around.” Feanor placed the items down and turned. “I suppose he let you?”
“Sometimes,” said Erestor warily.
Feanor nodded. “No more of that.” He reached up and touched Erestor’s cheek. “I like you best when you are sober.”
“Hmmph,” was the only reply.
“So, you do still love me, then?”
Erestor closed his eyes and nodded.
“Do you forgive me?”
Another nod.
“Is it too early for me to suggest we retire to my bed for the night?”
Erestor sighed. “It has been a long and trying day. I… need to rest,” he said carefully. “I do not know if I can promise more than that.”
“I understand,” agreed Feanor.
They were in the bed, stripped naked, limbs entangled, in under ten minutes. Across the street, a figure stood watching. Discretely leaned against a tree, Glorfindel had stared through the open windows for over two hours.
When sleep had not come, he gathered up a few items and set off to track Erestor. Asfaloth was faster than Thay, and Glorfindel found himself falling back more than once to keep from being discovered.
He questioned his sanity in coming here. Perhaps he hoped it would out turn out differently, or perhaps he just had to see for himself. Whatever the reason, he had watched them, from the familiar greeting on the porch to the drinks in the sitting room, to the bedroom, where they were now clinging to one another.
Glorfindel knew at that point he should have gone, but he stayed. He watched their rough play, the disheveling of sheets and the dimming of the light in the room as some of the candles were blown out. Two silhouettes now moved in tandem, the taller one dominating, the younger one so passionate. He tried to make himself look away at the moment, at that very moment, when he should have turned away, but he did not. And…
And… there was nothing. No terrible pain, no horrible emotion, just nothing. A slight headache, but that he accounted for due to not eating in the all of the hours since finding the letter hidden in Erestor’s desk early the day before. He had one fleeting thought – Erestor is mine! – but it dissipated as the word was replaced is and reality slowly sunk in.
Dawn was breaking, and Glorfindel turned to leave. There was nothing for him here, and he walked away quickly back to where he had left Asfaloth. He walked so fast, in fact, that he walked right into an Elleth who had been standing not more than twenty paces from where he had stood the past few hours.
They both lost their balance and stumbled to the ground. Immediately, Glorfindel rushed to help her stand up again.
“Bastard,” she muttered under her breath once they were both on their feet.
“Beg your pardon?” asked Glorfindel a little confrontationally.
The irritated Elleth pushed back her hood and glared in the direction of the house. “My idiot husband. Ex-husband,” she corrected herself. She muttered something else, and then turned to walk away.
Glorfindel glanced at the house, and then followed. “Excuse me.” When he received no answer, he walked faster and took hold of her arm, forcing her to turn and look at him. “I assume your idiot ex-husband is the recently returned Feanor?”
A glare was directed toward Glorfindel. “How many other idiot ex-husbands do you know of?”
“At least one,” he said without batting an eye. “Look, I want to apologize for knocking you down. I really should have looked where I was going.”
“Apology accepted.”
“Can I… can I buy you breakfast or something?” he asked. “I mean, to make up for knocking you down. You look like you could use some coffee, I know I could use some—“
“If you are a writer or a reporter looking for a story, the answer is no,” she said, jerking her arm away.
“No, no,” Glorfindel assured her. “Nothing like that. You see… I know about idiot husbands myself, because… well, you know that other one that was in there with your idiot? Well, he and I… we… we were… we used to be…”
Nerdanel pursed her lips and nodded. “I understand.” She slipped her arm through one of Glorfindel’s and nodded her head in the direction of a side street. “I know a little place that makes great pancakes, if you are interested.”
Author: Zhie
Rating: R (slash and het)
Characters: Erestor, Glorfindel, Feanor, Nerdanel, Elrond, Celebrian
Summary: An unexpected parting of ways.
Notes: Bunniverse compatible
“Can we be perfectly honest with one another?”
Erestor poured a second glass of brandy. “I certainly hope so.”
“I never expected you to show up here.”
The glass had been lifted, but Erestor lowered it, holding it just elevated above the table. “To be perfectly honest, neither did I.”
“Oh?” The other Elf frowned and leaned forward in his chair. It was leather, very new, but very comfortable. A pure white hound raised her delicate neck and leaned her head against her master’s leg until he patted her and scratched behind her ears. “You must have had a fight.”
“Not really. It was… disheartening,” admitted Erestor. “Naro, he just…” Erestor sighed and took a sip of his drink. “I just wanted to talk to him about it. That was how it started. Then, he started to ask questions.”
“What sort of questions?” implored Feanor.
Erestor shook his head. “The first one was whether or not I still love you. Then he—“
“What did you say?” he interrupted.
Erestor paused with his mouth open. “I said yes,” he confessed. “I said yes, and it all went rather badly from there. He just sat and sulked and made no attempt to really listen. Every explanation was cut into with another question. For someone who spent two lives chasing after me, he certainly made no attempt to hold on.”
“Maybe he thought your mind was already made up,” suggested Feanor. “Or… maybe he knew how you really feel. Or do you love him more than you love me?”
“Oh, no more questions,” grumbled Erestor. “No more fucking questions.” He gulped down the remainder of his drink and reached for the bottle.
“Leave it.” The sharp command made the dogs’ ears twitch, but Erestor took hold of the bottle anyhow. Feanor pushed himself up out of his chair and snatched away the bottle and the glass. “You have had enough tonight.”
“Who made you my keeper?” demanded Erestor as he followed behind Feanor, who took the bottle back to the shelf with the others. “I will drink when I damn well want to.”
“Drinking until you are drunk is not something I am going to tolerate this time around.” Feanor placed the items down and turned. “I suppose he let you?”
“Sometimes,” said Erestor warily.
Feanor nodded. “No more of that.” He reached up and touched Erestor’s cheek. “I like you best when you are sober.”
“Hmmph,” was the only reply.
“So, you do still love me, then?”
Erestor closed his eyes and nodded.
“Do you forgive me?”
Another nod.
“Is it too early for me to suggest we retire to my bed for the night?”
Erestor sighed. “It has been a long and trying day. I… need to rest,” he said carefully. “I do not know if I can promise more than that.”
“I understand,” agreed Feanor.
They were in the bed, stripped naked, limbs entangled, in under ten minutes. Across the street, a figure stood watching. Discretely leaned against a tree, Glorfindel had stared through the open windows for over two hours.
When sleep had not come, he gathered up a few items and set off to track Erestor. Asfaloth was faster than Thay, and Glorfindel found himself falling back more than once to keep from being discovered.
He questioned his sanity in coming here. Perhaps he hoped it would out turn out differently, or perhaps he just had to see for himself. Whatever the reason, he had watched them, from the familiar greeting on the porch to the drinks in the sitting room, to the bedroom, where they were now clinging to one another.
Glorfindel knew at that point he should have gone, but he stayed. He watched their rough play, the disheveling of sheets and the dimming of the light in the room as some of the candles were blown out. Two silhouettes now moved in tandem, the taller one dominating, the younger one so passionate. He tried to make himself look away at the moment, at that very moment, when he should have turned away, but he did not. And…
And… there was nothing. No terrible pain, no horrible emotion, just nothing. A slight headache, but that he accounted for due to not eating in the all of the hours since finding the letter hidden in Erestor’s desk early the day before. He had one fleeting thought – Erestor is mine! – but it dissipated as the word was replaced is and reality slowly sunk in.
Dawn was breaking, and Glorfindel turned to leave. There was nothing for him here, and he walked away quickly back to where he had left Asfaloth. He walked so fast, in fact, that he walked right into an Elleth who had been standing not more than twenty paces from where he had stood the past few hours.
They both lost their balance and stumbled to the ground. Immediately, Glorfindel rushed to help her stand up again.
“Bastard,” she muttered under her breath once they were both on their feet.
“Beg your pardon?” asked Glorfindel a little confrontationally.
The irritated Elleth pushed back her hood and glared in the direction of the house. “My idiot husband. Ex-husband,” she corrected herself. She muttered something else, and then turned to walk away.
Glorfindel glanced at the house, and then followed. “Excuse me.” When he received no answer, he walked faster and took hold of her arm, forcing her to turn and look at him. “I assume your idiot ex-husband is the recently returned Feanor?”
A glare was directed toward Glorfindel. “How many other idiot ex-husbands do you know of?”
“At least one,” he said without batting an eye. “Look, I want to apologize for knocking you down. I really should have looked where I was going.”
“Apology accepted.”
“Can I… can I buy you breakfast or something?” he asked. “I mean, to make up for knocking you down. You look like you could use some coffee, I know I could use some—“
“If you are a writer or a reporter looking for a story, the answer is no,” she said, jerking her arm away.
“No, no,” Glorfindel assured her. “Nothing like that. You see… I know about idiot husbands myself, because… well, you know that other one that was in there with your idiot? Well, he and I… we… we were… we used to be…”
Nerdanel pursed her lips and nodded. “I understand.” She slipped her arm through one of Glorfindel’s and nodded her head in the direction of a side street. “I know a little place that makes great pancakes, if you are interested.”
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Date: 2009-04-02 05:30 am (UTC)...
still cuddling lambie and sad.
And still going to be sad every time I read your Ress and Fin now.
That said, I think you capture Glorfindel really well. The emptiness. I... baw. I kind of did want him to fight harder. After all the angst they went through to end up together, and then how happy they were... it kind of makes me ;-; that it so easily and quickly collapses and is gone.