What Happened Last Night?
Erestor woke up slowly, his
head pounding in a painful fashion. He tried to remember what he drank last
night to cause a hangover the like of which he hadn't experienced in ages.
The first thing he noticed was that the bed sank in strange places. Opening
one eye slowly, he next realized the decor was quite different to the warm,
vibrant colours he had painstakingly picked out for his own rooms.
He was just on the edge of moving past the fuzziness in his mind, when a
large, tanned arm wrapped around his middle firmly and drew him back into a
very warm embrace. Quicker than thought, Erestor elbowed the Elf in the
stomach, hard, and then tried to break free of the tight grip while becoming
aware of a string of loud curses from a familiar voice.
Pausing, Erestor tilted his head upwards, sharply reminded of how short he
was in comparison to many Elves and looked into darkened blue eyes, which
were slit with irritation before recognition settled in and they opened
wide in shock. In a few seconds he absorbed the blonde hair, deliciously
tousled and spilling over bare golden skin, before he was released hastily
and they both scooted back on each side of the bed as far as they could go,
though the bed wasn’t that big, so they couldn’t move far.
"What are you doing here?"
“I could ask the same of you, Glorfindel.” Erestor’s voice was curt, he was
clearly trying to process exactly what went on here, but it was difficult to
think with the headache and the strange surroundings. He was sure that he
had gone to bed alone. He eyed the blonde across from him. Glorfindel and he
had been friends for a very long time, but this was something he never
expected to see, and for which he had no explanation. “First things first,
where are we?”
“I think this is your room, but I’m not sure. The room that was assigned to
me wasn’t like this,” Glorfindel said after giving a slow look around.
Erestor blinked, finally remembering where he was. Gondor. He was part of
the entourage that had accompanied Elrond to Arwen’s wedding.
“All right, next question – how did we end up here?”
Glorfindel looked dumbfounded at this, and Erestor sighed. How much had they
had to drink anyway? It wasn’t supposed to be one big blur. He grasped at
one small thread of memory. Oh god, did they really do that? He remembered
slick skin sliding against skin and he looked over at the blonde.
“Did we do what I think we did?”
“Dear, we are naked in the same bed and it appears there are quite a few
bottles on that table over there.”
Erestor turned, wincing slightly. Glorfindel had the grace to look abashed
“I remember you coming to me after the wedding dinner, wanting to just
talk,” the warrior offered, gathering the blanket around his waist a little
closer. “You were upset. Something about Elrond?”
Erestor noted the small movement, but did nothing other than raising an
eyebrow. “Ah yes, I saw him on the balcony - he looked so tired, so sad,
Glor. And he wouldn’t talk to me; he just said he wanted to be alone. He’s
losing Arwen forever, I didn’t think it was good for him to be alone like
“Well that explains the discussion we had on fading. And Valinor. But I
thought that was because that is our next step of the journey. You were
nervous about that, I could tell. It’s probably the reason why there were
all these bottles of wine.” There was definitely a twinkle in Glorfindel’s
blue eyes at this, and Erestor felt the need to defend himself from the
“I didn’t have to urge you on to drink if I remember correctly. Though I
will admit I always held my liquor better than you. It showed.” He kept his
face completely clean of emotion, knowing that Glorfindel’s lightheadedness
was a vulnerable area to probe.
“Are you insulting my bed skills? I don’t remember any complaints at the
time. In fact, I recall a lot of ‘yes’ and ‘oh more please!’
Now Glorfindel had him at that, Erestor thought. Once the mining activities
in his head had finished, the rest of the memories became clearer. It had
been an amazing night. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was their own
curiosity that had landed them in this situation. He remembered the kisses
that started clumsily and hastily before melting into something slower,
something more sensual.
Glorfindel’s hands on him; hands that wandered under clothes, brushing over
his chest, tweaking his nipples and then cupping and spreading his cheeks.
There had been a big scramble for oil, he hadn’t packed it, but they settled
for the ever-useful hand salve. Erestor had held onto Glorfindel tightly as
their bodies met and he remembered saying those words, and telling him in
between kisses to thrust harder.
Erestor stopped himself, knowing that after a little while longer he’d
embarrass himself again. Well, not like it doesn’t get worse than this in a
way... “Er, Res?” Glorfindel’s voice broke through his thoughts and he
opened eyes he didn’t know he had closed to focus on him. “I hate to
interrupt, but I have to take a piss. Where…?”
“I think it’s just around the corner over there.” He pointed and smothered a
chuckle as Glorfindel momentarily looked bewildered as he tried to work out
how he was going to get up, seeing he would have to let go of the coverlet.
He didn’t hide the confusion well enough.
“Glor, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before, obviously.”
Erestor received a wilt-wither look before the warrior shrugged and got up
off of the bed, passing him. He twisted around slightly to admire Glorfindel
while he was still in sight before getting out of bed himself and collecting
up the clothing that had ended up in piles about the room. Slipping into a
clean undershirt and leggings, Erestor had pulled out a brush to tackle his
hair when Glorfindel returned.
“Thank you, much better now,” the blonde commented, picking up his own
clothes as well. He grimaced in distaste at the thought of running around
the palace wearing wrinkled day-old clothes, but it had to be done. “What
are we going to do about this?”
There was a note of worry in Glorfindel’s voice that he couldn’t hide. They
had been friends for the longest time, and worked well together – but
this…this could change everything.
Carefully, Erestor considered his response before replying. “I’m not sure
there’s anything to be done here. We are friends, aren’t we?”
“Yes, of course. This wouldn’t change that,” Glorfindel answered without
hesitation, before pulling on his decorative robe. They had all dressed up
in formal robes for the wedding which obviously made sneaking back into his
own rooms that much harder.
“Would one night make us lovers? We’ve never really looked at each other
like that before in all of this time and I don’t want our friendship to
change. Surely if we were meant to be lovers we’d have done this sooner?
Perhaps not needed all of the alcohol either…”
“Now, now, I’ve always found you attractive. And I know that you adore me…”
Glorfindel snatched the brush from Erestor’s hand and started brushing his
own hair, which had become quite tangled as the night had progressed. “And I
know how you feel about Elrond,” he added, seriously. “I don’t want to come
in between that, I never have.”
“No, I know that. Believe me, I really do. I honestly think…after all of
this, maybe we should just stay friends? I don’t think we should follow down
“Yes, I agree. Though it was lovely as long as it lasted – all of one
night?” Glorfindel teased, before leaning to give him a light kiss on the
lips. Erestor kissed him back, resting a hand on the bright gold hair,
before pulling back and smiling up at him. “I do hope you find someone,
Glorfindel. You deserve someone as good as you.”
“Me? Oh, I will, eventually. Don’t worry about it. Now, seeing as I am
beautiful again, I’m going to have to leave. Unless we want to give the
elves here something to talk about to Valinor and beyond.” Glorfindel rolled
his eyes, giving Erestor one last hug before starting to walk away.
“What?” He was already half way out the door at this point, but he turned
around to look back at Erestor, who grinned mischievously and commented,
“You’ve got a nice ass.”
“Thank you.” The warrior’s face was quite calm, but when he continued
walking, he added another slight wiggle just for Erestor’s benefit, knowing
he was watching.
“Get out of here!” Elrond’s chief advisor said, laughing loudly and shaking
his head. He wasn’t sure if he should be afraid of life in Valinor or if
Valinor should rather be afraid of them.