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meretriculayup, it's that time again. 30 Kisses time.
theme 30: kiss
"Well?" Erestor demanded.
Glorfindel shoved at the door one last, futile time, then shook his head. "It's locked," he explained belatedly, realizing that Erestor wouldn't be able to see his gesture.
"When we get out, I am going to tan Lindir's hide," Erestor snarled. "Of all the infantile pranks...!"
"Don't beat him too badly," Glorfindel sighed. "I'm pretty sure this was Melpomaen's idea to begin with. Lindir would have just dumped something wet and slimy on you and run."
Erestor stopped grinding his teeth. It was an open secret that Melpomaen was his favorite of the youngsters running loose in Rivendell, and could consequently get away with things even Lord Elrond (should his dignity allow him) would think twice about doing. "I'll beat Lindir for being a bad influence," he said at last. "You can beat Melpomaen for not choosing his accomplices better when Lindir tells me whose idea it was."
"Fair enough," Glorfindel said, grinning in the total darkness of the linen closet when he and Erestor were trapped. He was fond enough of Lindir, but he had no reservations about using him as a lightning rod for Erestor's displeasure.
Silence fell.
"Hey, Erestor, I'll tell you a secret if you'll tell me one," Glorfindel finally offered, as much to break the uncomfortable quiet as for any ulterior motive.
"I'd rather play chess," Erestor replied.
"We seem to be lacking a chessboard. As well as light to see it by."
"Can't you picture it in your head?" Erestor asked, surprised.
"Well, I could," Glorfindel admitted cheerfully, "but I would cheat, and we'd spend more time arguing about where my pieces were supposed to be than moving them."
"You could just not cheat this time," Erestor suggested dryly.
"Then you'd win. I'm terrible at chess."
"You beat me about half the games we play," Erestor pointed out.
"Yes, because I cheat."
"And that doesn't bother you?"
Glorfindel shrugged, forgetting that Erestor wouldn't see it. "You're a better player, so I cheat. It's just leveling the playing field."
"Hmm." Erestor actually sounded amused, rather than annoyed. Glorfindel perked up slightly at the first hopeful sign he'd had in weeks.
"So, who was your first kiss?"
"EXCUSE ME?"
"We're sharing secrets, remember? I'll tell you who mine was," Glorfindel coaxed.
"That's none of your business!" Erestor huffed.
"Wait. You have been kissed before, right? I mean, I wasn't trying to rub salt in the wound or - "
"Yes, I have kissed, and been kissed, before," Erestor hissed.
"Oh, good. Mine was Ecthelion. It was my forty-fifth birthday present. He always was a cheap bastard."
Erestor snorted with laughter before he could stop himself. "Elrond."
"I'm Glorfindel, darling Counselor. If you confuse our names in bed, too, I'll be quite put out."
"No, you idiot, my first kiss was from Elrond. The first night I spent at Lindon. We met in the gardens while my parents were paying their respects to Gil-galad."
"Oh." Glorfindel carefully shut his mouth, grateful to the darkness for concealing the look of shock on his face. "Wait, so you and Elrond - "
"It was quite the whirlwind affair," Erestor said mildly. He waited a beat, then snapped, "Oh, for goodness' sake, I can hear your teeth clacking together from over here. I was curious, and Gil-galad wouldn't touch Elrond until he turned fifty, so he was looking for someone to experiment with."
"Until he turned fifty... how old were you?" Glorfindel yelped.
"Forty-three," Erestor replied smugly. "I was an early bloomer."
"You'd never know it to look at you," Glorfindel muttered under his breath. Erestor made an ominous-sounding cough, and he hurriedly continued, "First kiss from a female?"
"Galadriel," Erestor sighed, resigned.
"Galadriel? You lucky dog. She wouldn't give me the time of day."
"She used to come read over my shoulder in the library at Lindon when she wanted to make Celeborn jealous."
"Mine was Aredhel. She told me I reminded her of Celegorm," he added, disgruntled.
Erestor laughed. "It could be worse. You could have reminded her of Maedhros."
"Unlikely, considering his... 'attachment' to Fingon."
"That's my point."
"Oh." Glorfindel thought for a moment. "Most recent kiss?"
"Gildor. Not long after we first arrived here, before he decided he wanted to go wandering. You?"
"Celebrian's latest lady-in-waiting. Um. I can't remember her name."
"Minuial. I thought you gave up on her two years ago."
"I did."
"Oh."
Erestor heard a soft rustling, and then he felt Glorfindel's arm slide around his shoulders. "Hey, Erestor - "
"Did you mean it?" he asked abruptly.
"Did I mean what?" Glorfindel asked, confused.
"What you told me last year. About being - "
"Absolutely, totally, one-hundred-percent crazy in love with you," Glorfindel finished. "Yeah."
"Oh."
"Yeah." Glorfindel leaned over, feeling the warmth of Erestor's breath on his nose. He tilted his head a fraction of an angle, and moved the last few inches to seal his mouth over Erestor's.
Erestor sighed into the kiss, putting up remarkably little resistance. Just as his arms started to reach up to wrap around Glorfindel's neck -
"MERCIFUL MANWE!" came a shriek from the now-open door. "I'M SCARRED FOR LIFE!"
Glorfindel jerked back, then relaxed at the sound of footsteps rapidly heading away. "Look, Erestor, I'm - "
"CAPTAIN GLORFINDEL WAS KISSING COUNSELOR ERESTOR IN THE CLOSET!" echoed down the hall. The sound of a maid's gasp followed promptly after.
" - off to hold Lindir down so you can beat him to a bloody pulp," Glorfindel sighed, resting his forehead against Erestor's. "You don't have to say anything, I mean, I know we were in a closet and it was dark and you probably wouldn't have let me do that if you could see it coming - "
Erestor leaned up and kissed Glorfindel quickly. "It's all right. Go find Lindir. We can trade off holding him down. I'm sure you want to get a few punches in, too."
"Um. Right. Beatings." Glorfindel got to his feet and staggered off. "Oi! Lindir! Get back here! I need to kiss you! Dammit, I mean kill you! Or, wait..."
Erestor leaned back against the closet wall, eyes sparkling, and began to laugh.
theme 30: kiss
"Well?" Erestor demanded.
Glorfindel shoved at the door one last, futile time, then shook his head. "It's locked," he explained belatedly, realizing that Erestor wouldn't be able to see his gesture.
"When we get out, I am going to tan Lindir's hide," Erestor snarled. "Of all the infantile pranks...!"
"Don't beat him too badly," Glorfindel sighed. "I'm pretty sure this was Melpomaen's idea to begin with. Lindir would have just dumped something wet and slimy on you and run."
Erestor stopped grinding his teeth. It was an open secret that Melpomaen was his favorite of the youngsters running loose in Rivendell, and could consequently get away with things even Lord Elrond (should his dignity allow him) would think twice about doing. "I'll beat Lindir for being a bad influence," he said at last. "You can beat Melpomaen for not choosing his accomplices better when Lindir tells me whose idea it was."
"Fair enough," Glorfindel said, grinning in the total darkness of the linen closet when he and Erestor were trapped. He was fond enough of Lindir, but he had no reservations about using him as a lightning rod for Erestor's displeasure.
Silence fell.
"Hey, Erestor, I'll tell you a secret if you'll tell me one," Glorfindel finally offered, as much to break the uncomfortable quiet as for any ulterior motive.
"I'd rather play chess," Erestor replied.
"We seem to be lacking a chessboard. As well as light to see it by."
"Can't you picture it in your head?" Erestor asked, surprised.
"Well, I could," Glorfindel admitted cheerfully, "but I would cheat, and we'd spend more time arguing about where my pieces were supposed to be than moving them."
"You could just not cheat this time," Erestor suggested dryly.
"Then you'd win. I'm terrible at chess."
"You beat me about half the games we play," Erestor pointed out.
"Yes, because I cheat."
"And that doesn't bother you?"
Glorfindel shrugged, forgetting that Erestor wouldn't see it. "You're a better player, so I cheat. It's just leveling the playing field."
"Hmm." Erestor actually sounded amused, rather than annoyed. Glorfindel perked up slightly at the first hopeful sign he'd had in weeks.
"So, who was your first kiss?"
"EXCUSE ME?"
"We're sharing secrets, remember? I'll tell you who mine was," Glorfindel coaxed.
"That's none of your business!" Erestor huffed.
"Wait. You have been kissed before, right? I mean, I wasn't trying to rub salt in the wound or - "
"Yes, I have kissed, and been kissed, before," Erestor hissed.
"Oh, good. Mine was Ecthelion. It was my forty-fifth birthday present. He always was a cheap bastard."
Erestor snorted with laughter before he could stop himself. "Elrond."
"I'm Glorfindel, darling Counselor. If you confuse our names in bed, too, I'll be quite put out."
"No, you idiot, my first kiss was from Elrond. The first night I spent at Lindon. We met in the gardens while my parents were paying their respects to Gil-galad."
"Oh." Glorfindel carefully shut his mouth, grateful to the darkness for concealing the look of shock on his face. "Wait, so you and Elrond - "
"It was quite the whirlwind affair," Erestor said mildly. He waited a beat, then snapped, "Oh, for goodness' sake, I can hear your teeth clacking together from over here. I was curious, and Gil-galad wouldn't touch Elrond until he turned fifty, so he was looking for someone to experiment with."
"Until he turned fifty... how old were you?" Glorfindel yelped.
"Forty-three," Erestor replied smugly. "I was an early bloomer."
"You'd never know it to look at you," Glorfindel muttered under his breath. Erestor made an ominous-sounding cough, and he hurriedly continued, "First kiss from a female?"
"Galadriel," Erestor sighed, resigned.
"Galadriel? You lucky dog. She wouldn't give me the time of day."
"She used to come read over my shoulder in the library at Lindon when she wanted to make Celeborn jealous."
"Mine was Aredhel. She told me I reminded her of Celegorm," he added, disgruntled.
Erestor laughed. "It could be worse. You could have reminded her of Maedhros."
"Unlikely, considering his... 'attachment' to Fingon."
"That's my point."
"Oh." Glorfindel thought for a moment. "Most recent kiss?"
"Gildor. Not long after we first arrived here, before he decided he wanted to go wandering. You?"
"Celebrian's latest lady-in-waiting. Um. I can't remember her name."
"Minuial. I thought you gave up on her two years ago."
"I did."
"Oh."
Erestor heard a soft rustling, and then he felt Glorfindel's arm slide around his shoulders. "Hey, Erestor - "
"Did you mean it?" he asked abruptly.
"Did I mean what?" Glorfindel asked, confused.
"What you told me last year. About being - "
"Absolutely, totally, one-hundred-percent crazy in love with you," Glorfindel finished. "Yeah."
"Oh."
"Yeah." Glorfindel leaned over, feeling the warmth of Erestor's breath on his nose. He tilted his head a fraction of an angle, and moved the last few inches to seal his mouth over Erestor's.
Erestor sighed into the kiss, putting up remarkably little resistance. Just as his arms started to reach up to wrap around Glorfindel's neck -
"MERCIFUL MANWE!" came a shriek from the now-open door. "I'M SCARRED FOR LIFE!"
Glorfindel jerked back, then relaxed at the sound of footsteps rapidly heading away. "Look, Erestor, I'm - "
"CAPTAIN GLORFINDEL WAS KISSING COUNSELOR ERESTOR IN THE CLOSET!" echoed down the hall. The sound of a maid's gasp followed promptly after.
" - off to hold Lindir down so you can beat him to a bloody pulp," Glorfindel sighed, resting his forehead against Erestor's. "You don't have to say anything, I mean, I know we were in a closet and it was dark and you probably wouldn't have let me do that if you could see it coming - "
Erestor leaned up and kissed Glorfindel quickly. "It's all right. Go find Lindir. We can trade off holding him down. I'm sure you want to get a few punches in, too."
"Um. Right. Beatings." Glorfindel got to his feet and staggered off. "Oi! Lindir! Get back here! I need to kiss you! Dammit, I mean kill you! Or, wait..."
Erestor leaned back against the closet wall, eyes sparkling, and began to laugh.
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Date: 2006-02-28 03:04 am (UTC)The trick is to think in terms of your opponent, and not of yourself. You have to separate yourself from the game; you're only moving the pieces to protect your king and capture that of your adversary, and you must do this in accordance to your opponent's moves and motives.
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Date: 2006-02-28 12:12 am (UTC)Much more fun than my homework. X3
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