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 clothing. 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.
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“Adore? Ha, not quite.” Erestor watched as he slowly turned the tangled mass of gold into a respectable fall of long, wavy hair. “Put up with, rather.”
“Adore.” Glorfindel said firmly, giving the brush back to him. “And no, one drunken, lustful night doesn’t make us lovers. We could walk away from this, remember it as a great night and I go back to exploring the possibilities life has to offer and you go back to loving Elrond from afar.”
There was a weighted pause after he finished, and Erestor guessed what he did not say. But he was never good at letting things go, unraveling a stray thread from a rug until he had a pile of thread on his lap and no rug in sight.
“Just say it.”
Glorfindel shook his head and sat on the messy bed. His robes were wrinkled, but they still looked good on him, Erestor noticed, rich green with darker thread, embroidered patterns and highlights of gold. “I promised I’d leave it alone, as you told me.”
“He will sail soon and be reunited with his wife. And what place will there be for me? No space, except trusted friend and advisor, as always.” The words left his mouth, hung in the air with bitterness and self-pity, and Erestor closed his eyes and leaned against the vanity table. His head really did hurt.
Silence. He listened to the noisy bustle of palace life outside the guestroom door. It was late in the morning, and he was sure that he had things he needed to do, but the hangover made remembering impossible.
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Date: 2014-08-28 12:14 am (UTC)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 clothing. 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.
“Adore? Ha, not quite.” Erestor watched as he slowly turned the tangled mass of gold into a respectable fall of long, wavy hair. “Put up with, rather.”
“Adore.” Glorfindel said firmly, giving the brush back to him. “And no, one drunken, lustful night doesn’t make us lovers. We could walk away from this, remember it as a great night and I go back to exploring the possibilities life has to offer and you go back to loving Elrond from afar.”
There was a weighted pause after he finished, and Erestor guessed what he did not say. But he was never good at letting things go, unraveling a stray thread from a rug until he had a pile of thread on his lap and no rug in sight.
“Just say it.”
Glorfindel shook his head and sat on the messy bed. His robes were wrinkled, but they still looked good on him, Erestor noticed, rich green with darker thread, embroidered patterns and highlights of gold. “I promised I’d leave it alone, as you told me.”
“He will sail soon and be reunited with his wife. And what place will there be for me? No space, except trusted friend and advisor, as always.” The words left his mouth, hung in the air with bitterness and self-pity, and Erestor closed his eyes and leaned against the vanity table. His head really did hurt.
Silence. He listened to the noisy bustle of palace life outside the guestroom door. It was late in the morning, and he was sure that he had things he needed to do, but the hangover made remembering impossible.
“Unrequited love is a safety net, you know.”