Title:
Dance with Me
Fandom: LOTR
Characters: Glorfindel/Ecthelion
Prompt: 10 - You seem to know a lot. More
than is good for you, I guess.
Word Count: 673
Rating: PG13
Summary: It’s festival time in Gondolin.
"Dance
with me."
Glorfindel
looked up to see Ecthelion holding his hand out and smiling
warmly at him. His face was flushed from many hours of merry
making, though he seemed untroubled by it. Glorfindel froze,
staring at the proffered hand as if it would somehow harm
him.
"I...
I can't," he stuttered. "I'm sorry…"
He saw
the disappointment and confusion cross Ecthelion's face, though
he knew the fair Lord would not push him.
"As
you wish," he said quietly, moving on all too quickly.
Glorfindel
sighed. He wanted, truly wanted, to dance with Ecthelion.
Yet the simple truth was – Glorfindel could not dance.
On the dance floor his grace deserted him, taking his confidence
along with it. Especially these days, when he held such a
high social standing, he preferred not to embarrass himself.
Those warriors he led would never look at him with respect
again if they saw his bumbling, clumsy steps. He silently
cursed his lack of skill in the arts, his despondency growing
as he saw a young maiden accept Ecthelion’s invitation
and the two made for the centre of the dancer’s circle.
From that
moment on, the evening turned from one of pleasure into one
of pure torture for Glorfindel. Ecthelion danced with Ellon
and Elleth alike, taking each one on a dizzying whirl around
the dance floor, while he sat with his drink at the edge.
Many approached
him, for he was known and loved amongst the people of Gondolin,
yet he had eyes only for the Lord of the Fountain. Even when
in conversation with another, his eyes drifted to the graceful
dancers.
**************
It was
long past midnight when the revels finally came to an end.
The festival would have continued for longer, but the moon
was now hidden behind dark clouds and the feel of a storm
was in the air. Slowly the crowd thinned as most Elves drifted
back to their homes.
Glorfindel
did not hurry, walking at an easy pace through the gardens
to his house. He was unprepared for the sudden arrival of
the storm, thinking he had time enough before it broke. Yet
he was some minutes from the gates when the clouds tore apart,
sending their load down to the ground.
Within
moments he was soaked – his clothes sticking to his
body, his long hair heavy and clinging to his face uncomfortably.
He sighed, the rain on top of the poor evening was almost
enough to convince him that the Valar were punishing him for
something. Shaking his head, he sighed and trudged on, too
wet now to worry about hurrying back.
Suddenly,
his wrist was caught in a tight grip and he was pulled towards
a firm body. He cried out and tried to pull away, but found
he could not. Blinded by the torrential rain, he could not
tell who his captor was, until a soft voice whispered in his
ear.
“Dance
with me.”
“Ecthelion,”
he gasped as he was pressed firmly against the solid, if wet,
body of the Elf he so desired. There was no reply, but the
hand left his wrist and two arms slid around his waist, holding
him close. Almost without thinking, he did the same.
They swayed
gently, bodies pressed together as the rain continued to fall.
The warmth coming from Ecthelion chased away the chill of
the rain that Glorfindel had been feeling just moments ago.
He felt
a soft breath near his mouth and then Ecthelion’s lips
pressed against his. The kiss was gentle, tender and Glorfindel
surrendered completely to it, his eyes half-closing in bliss
as his lips parted to allow his companion entry, their tongues
entwining almost instantly.
By the
time the kiss ended, he was near breathless and had forgotten
the rain.
“I
knew you could dance,” Ecthelion smiled, pushing a strand
of Glorfindel’s soaked hair out of his face.
“You
seem to know a lot. More than is good for you, I guess,”
Glorfindel replied, and chucked as he leaned in for another
kiss.
End
So
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