Broken Promises by Zhie
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b2memB2MeM Challenge: I have a bunny here that is looking for a nice home: Erestor and Glorfindel in Gondolin, what would their friendship be like & how did they become friends? How would their dynamics work out? How did Erestor take Glorfindel's sacrifice? This can be a Gen fic, or slash, or het... just see where this bunny will take you. Have fun!
Format: ficlet
Genre: light humor until we realize there’s balrogs coming
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Dorky elves, suggestive comments
Characters: Glorfindel, Erestor, a cat that we can only assume knows how to run sideways on two legs
Pairings: Glorfindel/Erestor
Creators' Notes (optional): I saw this prompt and immediately ran away because I don’t need another Unforgettable on my hands. Then I came back, because Rhapsody knows my weakness. I feel there will be a sequel to this. A short sequel that does not exceed a hundred chapters.
Summary: Banter between Glorfindel and Erestor at an hour when people should be sleeping.
"I just want to let you know that the next time your little friend calls me 'Lady of the Golden Flower', I am going to break his nose."
Glorfindel really tried to keep himself from grinning. He failed miserably. "Ecthelion?"
"You have any other short friends intent on incurring my wrath?"
Momentarily, Glorfindel bit his tongue to keep from laughing. He had just arrived home after an evening out, drinking and playing cards with Rog and Egalmoth. Erestor had been with him earlier, but only briefly. After dinner, Erestor excused himself to listen to Salgant, and Ecthelion had followed shortly after. Glorfindel could only imagine the conversation that had ensued. While there was no true hatred between Erestor and Ecthelion, it was a known fact that Glorfindel and Ecthelion had been more than good friends in Valinor, grown closer during that fateful crossing of the ice, and grown apart when duties took time away from them in the lands they came to. The end of their relationship was evident during the early days in Nevrast, when Glorfindel met a bright-eyed, sharp-tongued Sinda who was as eager to learn of the lands across the sea as he was to know about Middle-earth.
"Are you laughing at me?" asked Erestor without looking up. He was in bed, and likely had been for a while from the position of the cat sleeping on his legs. There was a pile of letters on the nightstand, and a journal open in Erestor's lap, but it looked as if he was rereading it instead of writing new entries.
"My dearest, I would never laugh at you, only with you," spoke Glorfindel as he shrugged himself out of his jacket and tossed it over the back of a chair. "You must forgive me; I could not help but think it amusing that you would refer to Ecthelion as short."
Slowly Erestor tilted his head in Glorfindel's direction, his gaze slow to follow. He watched as Glorfindel pulled his shirt over his head and added it to the pile. "I have an idea. Next time we see Ecthelion, we can tell him what we were up to last night, and see if he changes his opinion on which of us is the ‘lady’ of the house."
Glorfindel was quick to sober. "I will speak to him about it." He left his trousers on and opened the second drawer of the dresser. From it he selected a fresh shirt and shook it out.
Erestor sat up a little straighter and set the journal aside, atop the letters. The crinkle of the paper alerted Glorfindel, who turned to see a confused expression on Erestor's face. "Are you going out again?" asked the Sinda.
"Duilin wanted to show me the preparations for the festival. I wanted to look things over before everyone starts to gather for the sunrise." Glorfindel looked a little sheepish as he continued with, "I actually expected to find you asleep when I returned, and I know you rarely make appearances at these Noldorin holidays--"
"Gondolin can have you for the next three days," stated Erestor. "Can I not have you for an hour?"
Glorfindel approached the bed and let the shirt slip from his fingers onto the floor. "Of course you can have me," he replied in a low voice as he lowered himself onto the bed, one knee on the mattress. Erestor was quick to shift the cat off of the bed before he grasped a fistful of golden hair and pulled Glorfindel down to silence him.
"If you wish, I can doze off and allow you to sneak away without feeling treasonous towards me," offered Erestor as they shared the gloaming hours together.
"Maybe I can pretend to have forgotten about my duties," Glorfindel suggested. "Or you could come with me today."
Erestor nuzzled Glorfindel's neck before he sighed. "You know that neither of those will happen." He gave Glorfindel a kiss on the neck before he rolled away to allow Glorfindel the ability to get up. "Go on; I am sure Duilin is mad as a rabid dog by now."
Glorfindel, instead of moving to get up, rolled towards Erestor and slung an arm over him. "I bet I could do it," he said sleepily. "Just stay here, keep the curtains drawn, pretend I thought it was the day after or--"
The contemplation was interrupted by a knock on the door. "My lord?” called out the voice of a nervous page. “There is a messenger from the King here; the ceremony is to begin in an hour and Lord Ecthelion was just here looking for you."
"Tell him I am not at home," Glorfindel mumbled as he buried his face against Erestor's shoulder.
"Go on, your lordship. You have your duties," said Erestor in a voice that was just as sleepy. "You know they are just going to keep knocking until you go out there.”
Glorfindel grumbled something as he was gently shoved back to his side of the bed. “You should come with me,” he said as he reached over the side of the bed and felt around for the shirt he had discarded earlier.
Erestor made his own noise of discontent. “We can have dinner once you finish with all of the singing and speeches,” he suggested. He gave another light shove, finally dislodging Glorfindel from the bed. “I know you – if you do not go, you are going to regret it later. If I go, I will just complain about it the entire time.”
“I know, I know.” Glorfindel yawned and stretched before he found a pair of unwrinkled trousers to put on. He paused at the doorway and turned to look at Erestor, still sprawled in the bed.
“Something wrong?” Erestor asked after Glorfindel spent more than a moment with his hand on the handle of the door.
“No, just a… nothing,” corrected Glorfindel. “Weird feeling or som—“ His hand lifted away from the handle and he stepped closer to the bed. “You remember where that secret passage is that I told you about, right?”
Very slowly, Erestor sat up. “The one in Penlod’s house? Where he keeps his wine cellar?” guessed Erestor, in a voice that clearly told Glorfindel he had no idea how this was relevant at half past three in the morning.
“No. The one Idril built. The one that leads out of Gondolin.”
“The one you told me not to tell anyone about.” Erestor gave a single, concerned nod. “Why do you bring that up now?”
Glorfindel twisted the simple gold band on his finger as he approached the bed and knelt onto it again. “No reason,” he lied as he tried to chase the strange premonition from his head. “You know where it is, though, if you had to get to it, right?”
Erestor nodded again. “Of course.” He stretched up as Glorfindel leaned down. Normally, Glorfindel’s kisses were quick, but this time he lingered even after the knocking began again at the door. “You better go,” advised Erestor as the page called to him again. “Have a Happy Tarnin Austa,” he offered.
“Alright.” Glorfindel retrieved his jacket from the chair. He paused again at the door. “See you at dinner,” he said hastily before he left.
Erestor slid back down into the bed. If the odd exchange had not served to keep him up, the ugly red light that suddenly harkened something other than morning would. The cat hissed as Erestor rose from the bed and pulled back the curtain to reveal the enemy circling in the sky above. “Liar,” he scolded the portrait of Glorfindel as Erestor hurried to retrieve his bow.
Endnotes: I was going to go with “If you could foresee your own death, would you really want to?” for the summary, but I felt as if it would ruin it. Except, y’know, balrog kind of ruined it without any help from me, so… I’ll see what I can do for a part two.
Bonus shoutout: If you've not been to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Format: ficlet
Genre: light humor until we realize there’s balrogs coming
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Dorky elves, suggestive comments
Characters: Glorfindel, Erestor, a cat that we can only assume knows how to run sideways on two legs
Pairings: Glorfindel/Erestor
Creators' Notes (optional): I saw this prompt and immediately ran away because I don’t need another Unforgettable on my hands. Then I came back, because Rhapsody knows my weakness. I feel there will be a sequel to this. A short sequel that does not exceed a hundred chapters.
Summary: Banter between Glorfindel and Erestor at an hour when people should be sleeping.
"I just want to let you know that the next time your little friend calls me 'Lady of the Golden Flower', I am going to break his nose."
Glorfindel really tried to keep himself from grinning. He failed miserably. "Ecthelion?"
"You have any other short friends intent on incurring my wrath?"
Momentarily, Glorfindel bit his tongue to keep from laughing. He had just arrived home after an evening out, drinking and playing cards with Rog and Egalmoth. Erestor had been with him earlier, but only briefly. After dinner, Erestor excused himself to listen to Salgant, and Ecthelion had followed shortly after. Glorfindel could only imagine the conversation that had ensued. While there was no true hatred between Erestor and Ecthelion, it was a known fact that Glorfindel and Ecthelion had been more than good friends in Valinor, grown closer during that fateful crossing of the ice, and grown apart when duties took time away from them in the lands they came to. The end of their relationship was evident during the early days in Nevrast, when Glorfindel met a bright-eyed, sharp-tongued Sinda who was as eager to learn of the lands across the sea as he was to know about Middle-earth.
"Are you laughing at me?" asked Erestor without looking up. He was in bed, and likely had been for a while from the position of the cat sleeping on his legs. There was a pile of letters on the nightstand, and a journal open in Erestor's lap, but it looked as if he was rereading it instead of writing new entries.
"My dearest, I would never laugh at you, only with you," spoke Glorfindel as he shrugged himself out of his jacket and tossed it over the back of a chair. "You must forgive me; I could not help but think it amusing that you would refer to Ecthelion as short."
Slowly Erestor tilted his head in Glorfindel's direction, his gaze slow to follow. He watched as Glorfindel pulled his shirt over his head and added it to the pile. "I have an idea. Next time we see Ecthelion, we can tell him what we were up to last night, and see if he changes his opinion on which of us is the ‘lady’ of the house."
Glorfindel was quick to sober. "I will speak to him about it." He left his trousers on and opened the second drawer of the dresser. From it he selected a fresh shirt and shook it out.
Erestor sat up a little straighter and set the journal aside, atop the letters. The crinkle of the paper alerted Glorfindel, who turned to see a confused expression on Erestor's face. "Are you going out again?" asked the Sinda.
"Duilin wanted to show me the preparations for the festival. I wanted to look things over before everyone starts to gather for the sunrise." Glorfindel looked a little sheepish as he continued with, "I actually expected to find you asleep when I returned, and I know you rarely make appearances at these Noldorin holidays--"
"Gondolin can have you for the next three days," stated Erestor. "Can I not have you for an hour?"
Glorfindel approached the bed and let the shirt slip from his fingers onto the floor. "Of course you can have me," he replied in a low voice as he lowered himself onto the bed, one knee on the mattress. Erestor was quick to shift the cat off of the bed before he grasped a fistful of golden hair and pulled Glorfindel down to silence him.
"If you wish, I can doze off and allow you to sneak away without feeling treasonous towards me," offered Erestor as they shared the gloaming hours together.
"Maybe I can pretend to have forgotten about my duties," Glorfindel suggested. "Or you could come with me today."
Erestor nuzzled Glorfindel's neck before he sighed. "You know that neither of those will happen." He gave Glorfindel a kiss on the neck before he rolled away to allow Glorfindel the ability to get up. "Go on; I am sure Duilin is mad as a rabid dog by now."
Glorfindel, instead of moving to get up, rolled towards Erestor and slung an arm over him. "I bet I could do it," he said sleepily. "Just stay here, keep the curtains drawn, pretend I thought it was the day after or--"
The contemplation was interrupted by a knock on the door. "My lord?” called out the voice of a nervous page. “There is a messenger from the King here; the ceremony is to begin in an hour and Lord Ecthelion was just here looking for you."
"Tell him I am not at home," Glorfindel mumbled as he buried his face against Erestor's shoulder.
"Go on, your lordship. You have your duties," said Erestor in a voice that was just as sleepy. "You know they are just going to keep knocking until you go out there.”
Glorfindel grumbled something as he was gently shoved back to his side of the bed. “You should come with me,” he said as he reached over the side of the bed and felt around for the shirt he had discarded earlier.
Erestor made his own noise of discontent. “We can have dinner once you finish with all of the singing and speeches,” he suggested. He gave another light shove, finally dislodging Glorfindel from the bed. “I know you – if you do not go, you are going to regret it later. If I go, I will just complain about it the entire time.”
“I know, I know.” Glorfindel yawned and stretched before he found a pair of unwrinkled trousers to put on. He paused at the doorway and turned to look at Erestor, still sprawled in the bed.
“Something wrong?” Erestor asked after Glorfindel spent more than a moment with his hand on the handle of the door.
“No, just a… nothing,” corrected Glorfindel. “Weird feeling or som—“ His hand lifted away from the handle and he stepped closer to the bed. “You remember where that secret passage is that I told you about, right?”
Very slowly, Erestor sat up. “The one in Penlod’s house? Where he keeps his wine cellar?” guessed Erestor, in a voice that clearly told Glorfindel he had no idea how this was relevant at half past three in the morning.
“No. The one Idril built. The one that leads out of Gondolin.”
“The one you told me not to tell anyone about.” Erestor gave a single, concerned nod. “Why do you bring that up now?”
Glorfindel twisted the simple gold band on his finger as he approached the bed and knelt onto it again. “No reason,” he lied as he tried to chase the strange premonition from his head. “You know where it is, though, if you had to get to it, right?”
Erestor nodded again. “Of course.” He stretched up as Glorfindel leaned down. Normally, Glorfindel’s kisses were quick, but this time he lingered even after the knocking began again at the door. “You better go,” advised Erestor as the page called to him again. “Have a Happy Tarnin Austa,” he offered.
“Alright.” Glorfindel retrieved his jacket from the chair. He paused again at the door. “See you at dinner,” he said hastily before he left.
Erestor slid back down into the bed. If the odd exchange had not served to keep him up, the ugly red light that suddenly harkened something other than morning would. The cat hissed as Erestor rose from the bed and pulled back the curtain to reveal the enemy circling in the sky above. “Liar,” he scolded the portrait of Glorfindel as Erestor hurried to retrieve his bow.
Endnotes: I was going to go with “If you could foresee your own death, would you really want to?” for the summary, but I felt as if it would ruin it. Except, y’know, balrog kind of ruined it without any help from me, so… I’ll see what I can do for a part two.
Bonus shoutout: If you've not been to
b2memsupport yet, go there! I wish I'd have known this existed back during the bingopocalypse. Lots of helpful people and support. Check it out!
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Date: 2015-03-02 07:27 am (UTC)I don't normally read slash, especially Elven slash, but I'm working my way out of my comfort zone. I'm glad I did here - this made me believe the relationship could work, even though I don't ship it myself. It was very well done - and the premonition at the end gave me chills. I'm glad Erestor got out, for sure...O_O
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Date: 2015-03-03 09:45 pm (UTC)Light humor and balrogs - Well, there's a new combination.
You really got in there and did it fine!
"I just want to let you know that the next time your little friend calls me 'Lady of the Golden Flower', I am going to break his nose." Oh yes! Go Zhie.
Thanks for getting "b2mem". off to a great start for me.
Hope the cat made it through the tunnel.
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