My Fanfiction +++
sky was black with the barest hint of purple tinted clouds. A storm
had gathered and would soon vent its fury on the residents of
Imladris. There was a bite in the air as it was the end of autumn. Everyone was safely tucked in his or her beds, with the
exception of a precious few.
elves who had not turned in for the night were Prince Legolas
Thranduilion and Chief Councilor Erestor. They were sitting in the
latter's quarters, playing a game of chess. Low murmurs or the
scrape of the pieces on the wooden board could barely be heard over
the keening cry of the wind. Erestor, listening to the despairing
sound, shivered slightly.
"It's seems Arda is wishing to tell us its sorrow this night," he
commented, moving his rook as he spoke.
"Mayhap, indeed," was the only reply he received from his opponent.
Legolas contemplated his next move, and Erestor took the opportunity
while refilling his glass to look at the prince. The dancing
firelight caught his gold mane and transformed his tan skin to
something beyond words - he seemed to be made of molten gold. For
the millionth time he was brought to the realization of how
different they were.
'Opposites,' Erestor mused, twirling the cordial in the cup. 'Day
and Night, Anor and Ithil.' He was thrown out of his reverie by
Legolas's voice telling him that it was his move.
After due consideration he moved a pawn to counteract Legolas's
knight and studied the prince. Their friendship had not been easy,
considering how seldom they had been given the opportunity to enjoy
each other's company over the years.
Legolas had been quite young when they first met, but his love of
literature had gained the interest of the Chief Councilor. From that
time forward late night talk of lore and books, interspersed with
closely fought games of chess, had become, for them both, the focal
point of Legolas's visits. The negotiations, which were the official
purpose of these sojourns and of which Erestor had become quite
fond, soon became of secondary importance.
spite of his best efforts, Erestor felt drawn to Legolas. The words
'in love' came to mind, but he ruthlessly pushed them down. After
all, Legolas was a Prince and a warrior while he was just a
Councilor, no matter how elevated his position might seem. With a
bitter twist of his mouth, he looked down at his hands. They were
smooth, many of the calluses he had acquired during his warrior
years had disappeared after years of welding a quill in place of a
Legolas interrupted his deep and dark thoughts concerning his hands
perusal of the board took longer as his mind wasn't on the game at
hand, focusing instead on the prince calmly sitting across from him.
He finally moved his queen, choosing to take the offensive. Using
the guise of watching his opponent's face, he continued to study
Legolas had a very open face, but Erestor knew it was only a variant
of his own mask. Behind the facade of innocence and youth, Legolas
possessed a cunning mind to rival his own. The dark blue eyes hid
secrets from him, one of the traits making Legolas so intriguing to
Erestor. Many an elf's mask had fallen under the sheer force of his
will, but Legolas still remained a mystery. His form was angelic
appearing - hair seemingly spun of gold, creamy skin and blue eyes -
and few looked beyond that and rather chose the surface appearance.
This was quite similar to his own situation, now that Erestor
thought about it. General consensus had it that he was a recluse
with a fierce cold anger and was to be avoided at all costs. Cold
and calculating was how he seemed, while Legolas appeared light and
pure. But there are layers to everyone and even lovers seldom reach
the innermost core of another's fea.
Unknowingly, he had picked up one of Legolas's defeated pawns and
was rolling it between his slender fingers. Over and over the
fingers twirled the piece, sometimes slowing with the pace of his
thoughts or speeding up as did the turmoil that was his organized
mind. This time, however, he noticed when Legolas moved and was able
to counteract him quickly.
Just as Legolas was about to take his turn at the game the window
blew open under the force of the storm that had been growing
steadily wilder through their game. While Erestor's head was turned
towards the window, Legolas moved his piece and stood.
"I'll get it."
Erestor sat unmoving but still watching him out of the corner of his
eye. Legolas moved with such grace and reminded him of a large
feline. He closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair.
"Have you moved yet?" Erestor asked absently after a moment.
was startled when he heard the much-desired voice seem to come from
"Yes, and I believe it is checkmate." The words were whispered in
his ear, warm breath ghosting over the sensitive tip.
Willing his emotions back under control again, he looked down at the
chessboard. His carefully protected king was trapped. Much like his
heart, he thought with a quirk of his lips.
very much seems that it is. Would you like to play one more game to
let me avenge myself?" Erestor asked, turning his head to glance at
Legolas from the corner of his eye.
"No, I fear that I must retire for the evening." He brushed a finger
across Erestor's jaw line. "And I could tell that your mind was far
from the game tonight."
"Was it that apparent?" Erestor smiled self-deprecatingly.
Legolas strode over to the door leading into the corridor. Erestor
followed and leaned against the doorframe, watching as Legolas
turned to say goodnight. Erestor could immediately tell something
was different by Legolas's body language. Nothing really prepared
him for Legolas leaning in closer, tilting his head up slightly as
Erestor was taller by two inches.
Frozen for some reason he could not comprehend, Erestor watched as
the mouth inched nearer. By reflex he closed his eyes and felt the
soft brush of Legolas's lips. The kiss ended almost as soon as it
began, but it brought a flare of hope to Erestor's doubting heart.
He felt Legolas move away and gently cup his chin.
"Goodnight, Erestor." Legolas's voice had deepened slightly and
retained a solemn air. Erestor met his eyes. It hadn't been his
first kiss, and he had certainly experienced better, but somehow a
flush crept across his cheeks. In lieu of his usual cold facade, he
found himself -much to his dismay- stammering his farewell.
Legolas gave him a cryptic smile and turned, leaving Erestor
standing in his doorway with a slightly dazed expression. His
fingertips rose to rest on his lips for a moment, then he seemed to
shake himself, and withdrew into the room with a smile on his face.
he prepared for bed, Erestor felt an excitement that he had rarely
experienced as he waited for the new day to come. A day in which
feelings could be told and love expressed.