FIC: Forget the Long Goodbye (Epilogue)
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zhieTitle: Forget the Long Goodbye (Epilogue)
Author: Zhie
Rating: R (slash and het)
Characters: Erestor, Glorfindel, Feanor, Nerdanel, Elrond, Celebrian
Summary: An unexpected parting of ways.
Notes: Bunniverse compatible
Epilogue
“We have to talk.”
Erestor nodded and folded up the letter he had been rereading, placing it next to him on the sofa. “I know.”
Glorfindel shook his head and made a waving motion with his hand. “Oh, no, you have no idea what sort of night I have had. I had this horrible, terrible—no, not horrible.” Glorfindel paced as he ran a hand through his hair. “I had this... disturbing dream last night, and we have to talk about something now, before it becomes an issue.”
“About Feanor?”
“About... yes. How did you know?” asked Glorfindel. He slowed his steps and looked over his shoulder at his mate.
Erestor held up a letter. “I received this yesterday afternoon, while you were taking your nap.”
“Yes, the nap you neglected to wake me from.” Glorfindel snatched the letter away, but did not read it. He narrowed his eyes. “What else do you know?”
“Let me think... did your dream have me leaving you, and then you and Nerdanel having a baby in it?”
Glorfindel’s jaw hung open.
Erestor motioned toward a leather-bound journal on the table. “I was doing some... freeform writing I guess you could say. My thoughts must have bled into your dreams.”
Disbelieving, Glorfindel hurried to the table and grabbed the journal. He unwound the cording and flipped it open. He read a few lines, paged forward, paused, and slammed the journal shut. “You... Why did you write something so terrible? Is this what you are hoping for?”
“No!” exclaimed Erestor as the journal was thrown down on the table. “No, Fin, not at all. I just... it was therapy. Just therapy.”
“If you want therapy, come into the bedroom, and I will give you therapy,” grumbled Glorfindel as he walked away and leaned his arms on the back of one of the high chairs.
“Oh?” Erestor looked intrigued.
“Give you therapy so hard you will forget the names of every other lover you ever had,” continued Glorfindel to himself. “Might not be as endowed as your Feanor is, but I know how to use what I have.”
Erestor lightly laughed. “He is most certainly not ‘my’ Feanor. Here. Take a look.” He brought the letter to Glorfindel and stood behind him as it was unfolded. “His letter is... well, you can read it yourself.” Erestor wrapped his arms around Glorfindel's waist and rested his chin on Glorfindel's shoulder.
“I... expected something different,” said Glorfindel to himself as he read. The words were lovely, as they had been in his dream, but the meaning was different and the words themselves were different, too. It reminisced, it apologized, and it wished Erestor well. It even included a few words of praise for Glorfindel himself, and an invitation for both of them to visit as they saw fit.
There was a postscript on the bottom, and Glorfindel smiled. “Oh, how sweet. Those two are a perfect match,” he decided. “Oh, but what of Nerdanel?” he asked as he turned around and handed the letter back.
“Nerdanel remarried very shortly after Feanor’s death. I am sorry to say, I do not think the two of you have a future together.”
“Good. I mean, that part of the dream was alright, but... I really missed you,” he admitted, attempting not to whine. “If you ever, ever want to try that sort of therapy again – please, do it while I am awake.”
“Someone mentioned something about a different sort of therapy I should try instead—“
“Right this way,” announced Glorfindel as he grabbed hold of Erestor’s arm and yanked him out of the room, toward the bedroom that they shared in the First Homely House of Valinor.
-Happy April Fool's Day, Y'all-
Author: Zhie
Rating: R (slash and het)
Characters: Erestor, Glorfindel, Feanor, Nerdanel, Elrond, Celebrian
Summary: An unexpected parting of ways.
Notes: Bunniverse compatible
Epilogue
“We have to talk.”
Erestor nodded and folded up the letter he had been rereading, placing it next to him on the sofa. “I know.”
Glorfindel shook his head and made a waving motion with his hand. “Oh, no, you have no idea what sort of night I have had. I had this horrible, terrible—no, not horrible.” Glorfindel paced as he ran a hand through his hair. “I had this... disturbing dream last night, and we have to talk about something now, before it becomes an issue.”
“About Feanor?”
“About... yes. How did you know?” asked Glorfindel. He slowed his steps and looked over his shoulder at his mate.
Erestor held up a letter. “I received this yesterday afternoon, while you were taking your nap.”
“Yes, the nap you neglected to wake me from.” Glorfindel snatched the letter away, but did not read it. He narrowed his eyes. “What else do you know?”
“Let me think... did your dream have me leaving you, and then you and Nerdanel having a baby in it?”
Glorfindel’s jaw hung open.
Erestor motioned toward a leather-bound journal on the table. “I was doing some... freeform writing I guess you could say. My thoughts must have bled into your dreams.”
Disbelieving, Glorfindel hurried to the table and grabbed the journal. He unwound the cording and flipped it open. He read a few lines, paged forward, paused, and slammed the journal shut. “You... Why did you write something so terrible? Is this what you are hoping for?”
“No!” exclaimed Erestor as the journal was thrown down on the table. “No, Fin, not at all. I just... it was therapy. Just therapy.”
“If you want therapy, come into the bedroom, and I will give you therapy,” grumbled Glorfindel as he walked away and leaned his arms on the back of one of the high chairs.
“Oh?” Erestor looked intrigued.
“Give you therapy so hard you will forget the names of every other lover you ever had,” continued Glorfindel to himself. “Might not be as endowed as your Feanor is, but I know how to use what I have.”
Erestor lightly laughed. “He is most certainly not ‘my’ Feanor. Here. Take a look.” He brought the letter to Glorfindel and stood behind him as it was unfolded. “His letter is... well, you can read it yourself.” Erestor wrapped his arms around Glorfindel's waist and rested his chin on Glorfindel's shoulder.
“I... expected something different,” said Glorfindel to himself as he read. The words were lovely, as they had been in his dream, but the meaning was different and the words themselves were different, too. It reminisced, it apologized, and it wished Erestor well. It even included a few words of praise for Glorfindel himself, and an invitation for both of them to visit as they saw fit.
There was a postscript on the bottom, and Glorfindel smiled. “Oh, how sweet. Those two are a perfect match,” he decided. “Oh, but what of Nerdanel?” he asked as he turned around and handed the letter back.
“Nerdanel remarried very shortly after Feanor’s death. I am sorry to say, I do not think the two of you have a future together.”
“Good. I mean, that part of the dream was alright, but... I really missed you,” he admitted, attempting not to whine. “If you ever, ever want to try that sort of therapy again – please, do it while I am awake.”
“Someone mentioned something about a different sort of therapy I should try instead—“
“Right this way,” announced Glorfindel as he grabbed hold of Erestor’s arm and yanked him out of the room, toward the bedroom that they shared in the First Homely House of Valinor.
-Happy April Fool's Day, Y'all-
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Date: 2009-04-02 04:31 pm (UTC)I WAS PWNED.
I will declare it loudly to all the world.
I, Brittany/Lalaith, have been pwned in a hardcore manner by Zhie. I am not ashamed.
*giggle fit*
You know, I don't know how I forgot the date or didn't make the connections last night. Looking back (after a good night's sleep ;p) it really should have been a warning light in the back of my mind.
Marty IMed me this morning and was all floored with me but was all 'Maybe this is a huge elaborate prank' and I check the FList and sure enough, there's a final post and I just... oooooh.
Congratulations, Zhie dear. Best prank in a loooong time.
That could certainly make for some strange dreams. ...what if one of 'em watched a lame soap opera while the other napped? 'Passions' would make for weird dreams, too.
*snuggles and giggles and OH,SNAPS at self*
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Date: 2009-04-02 06:38 pm (UTC)May
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Date: 2009-04-02 06:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-03 01:22 am (UTC)I just kept reading, thinking naw... she wouldn't do this to us... to them!
You've redeemed yourself... however, I think we all deserved a nice hot smexy scene there.
*sniff, sniff*
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Date: 2009-04-03 01:29 am (UTC)I read it.
You snuck me in with the... 'het' disclaimer.
You dirty fink.
Please tell me why I want to move to Alaska?