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zhieI could keep going, but it would be into Gildor/Glorfindel... and I don't know if...
okay, 22690 now... and... *side steps away from the Erestor/Glorfindel lovers*
nm, final answer, 23026
Damn, that's almost a thousand more since I started the post... I should write Gildor more often. *ducks*
Gildor whistled his way up the stairs from the Hall of Fire. He returned to the house from the stable and meant only to stop in for a moment to see if Glorfindel had gone there after their fight. Instead, he was dragged (not unwillingly) into a conversation about the oddities of genealogy. When the music began, he politely offered to dance a few tunes with some of the ladies who had come without partners, and followed this by taking the stage himself for a few songs.
He left with a bottle of red wine and two glasses, and stopped in the kitchen to gather strawberries, a bowl of sugar, and a large slice of cheesecake. When he reached Glorfindel’s room, he had to set the tray on the floor of the hall while he unlocked the door. “Oh, lover... are you in there?”
“Mmmhhhhnnn... go away...”
Gildor chuckled softly to himself and bent down to pick up the tray. “I brought your favorite.”
“Cheesecake will not dig you out of your hole.”
“Not that, silly, me.” Gildor kicked the door closed behind him, and in the near darkness managed to set the tray on the table near the bed. There was always a single candle lit at the bedside. “Cheesecake with strawberries.” He picked up one of the small, ripe berries and bit off just the tip of it. “Mmm... want some?”
“I want to sleep.” Glorfindel yanked one of his many pillows over and covered his head with it.
Gildor sat down on the edge of the bed and slid a hand under the covers. “I came to apologize. I know that you and Erestor have been friends for a very long time, and I should be more sensitive to that. You need to accept that he and I will never be best of friends, but I shall try to tolerate him for your sake.” He touched Glorfindel’s leg and ran his fingers along the blond’s thigh. “Forgive me?”
Slowly, Glorfindel removed the pillow and sat up in bed. “Where is the cheesecake?”
“Right there. I brought wine, too.” Gildor took hold of the bottle, which was already uncorked, and poured half a glass for each of them. “Cheers.”
“I guess I can call a truce for cheesecake.” Glorfindel reached for the plate, but Gildor pulled it away.
With a cheeky smirk, Gildor knelt on the bed between Glorfindel’s legs and scooped a bite of cheesecake onto the fork. He lifted it to his own lips and placed it in his mouth, then set the fork on the plate leaned forward to use his hand to pull Glorfindel into a long kiss. When it was over, it was Glorfindel who was swallowing the cheesecake. “More?”
“Mmm... please...”
okay, 22690 now... and... *side steps away from the Erestor/Glorfindel lovers*
nm, final answer, 23026
Damn, that's almost a thousand more since I started the post... I should write Gildor more often. *ducks*
Gildor whistled his way up the stairs from the Hall of Fire. He returned to the house from the stable and meant only to stop in for a moment to see if Glorfindel had gone there after their fight. Instead, he was dragged (not unwillingly) into a conversation about the oddities of genealogy. When the music began, he politely offered to dance a few tunes with some of the ladies who had come without partners, and followed this by taking the stage himself for a few songs.
He left with a bottle of red wine and two glasses, and stopped in the kitchen to gather strawberries, a bowl of sugar, and a large slice of cheesecake. When he reached Glorfindel’s room, he had to set the tray on the floor of the hall while he unlocked the door. “Oh, lover... are you in there?”
“Mmmhhhhnnn... go away...”
Gildor chuckled softly to himself and bent down to pick up the tray. “I brought your favorite.”
“Cheesecake will not dig you out of your hole.”
“Not that, silly, me.” Gildor kicked the door closed behind him, and in the near darkness managed to set the tray on the table near the bed. There was always a single candle lit at the bedside. “Cheesecake with strawberries.” He picked up one of the small, ripe berries and bit off just the tip of it. “Mmm... want some?”
“I want to sleep.” Glorfindel yanked one of his many pillows over and covered his head with it.
Gildor sat down on the edge of the bed and slid a hand under the covers. “I came to apologize. I know that you and Erestor have been friends for a very long time, and I should be more sensitive to that. You need to accept that he and I will never be best of friends, but I shall try to tolerate him for your sake.” He touched Glorfindel’s leg and ran his fingers along the blond’s thigh. “Forgive me?”
Slowly, Glorfindel removed the pillow and sat up in bed. “Where is the cheesecake?”
“Right there. I brought wine, too.” Gildor took hold of the bottle, which was already uncorked, and poured half a glass for each of them. “Cheers.”
“I guess I can call a truce for cheesecake.” Glorfindel reached for the plate, but Gildor pulled it away.
With a cheeky smirk, Gildor knelt on the bed between Glorfindel’s legs and scooped a bite of cheesecake onto the fork. He lifted it to his own lips and placed it in his mouth, then set the fork on the plate leaned forward to use his hand to pull Glorfindel into a long kiss. When it was over, it was Glorfindel who was swallowing the cheesecake. “More?”
“Mmm... please...”
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Date: 2010-11-11 10:35 am (UTC)- Erulisse (one L)
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