Fic: Fireside Aegnor/Glorfindel Rated: PG
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phynckeTitle: Fireside
Series: Light and Flame
Author: phyncke
Character(s): Aegnor/Glorfindel, Idril, Turgon, Galadriel, Finrod
Rating: PG
Beta(s): keiliss
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they are the property of JRR Tolkien and his estate, and I have borrowed them for my own amusement and for yours I hope.
Summary: The elves encamp at Mithrim just after Fingolfin arrives in Middle Earth. Aegnor and Glorfindel find their closeness continues.
Warnings: Kissing elves and implied slash.
The elves encamped in Hithlum gathered around the fire after a long day working, building enclosures, hunting and carving out an existence in Middle Earth. Food had been prepared and eaten with gusto, so now they enjoyed a bit of company and comaraderie. The flames glowed and lit up their beautiful faces, smooth complexions flushed from the heat of the blaze.
Aegnor reclined back and observed those around him, more subdued than usual. He leaned his back against a large log, feet to the fire, enjoying the warmth. He could remember not too long ago when he thought he would never feel such heat again, memories of ice, cold and endless night. But now he was here and he was warm. This was good.
Glorfindel was seated across the fire, talking animatedly to Turgon, articulating some point with spirit and emphasis. Idril sat next to her father and pretended to listen, but leaned on her hand, her elbow propped on her knee. She looked ready to nod off as her eyes closed, then opened a few times. Soon she would lean against her father, eventually falling completely asleep, her long, golden hair a curtain over her face.
Aegnor could hear Glorfindel's laugh, it rang clear and strong, full of mirth and joy. The light of life was strong in his eyes and the fire played with the many golden hues in his long hair, casting a shimmer around his face. He smiled from his place in the shadow. It was a comely face to be sure. He tucked that errant thought to the back of his mind.
“What are you thinking of, brother?” Artanis softly queried, following the trajectory of her sibling’s gaze. She intruded upon his contemplation, usually a welcome habit of hers. Finrod was to his left in discussion with their uncle.
“Nothing, my sister, nothing of import.”
“Oh, I doubt that very much.” She laughed. “You are brooding there.”
“I do not intend to.”
“It is not your way.”
Glorfindel looked up just then and a true delight took over his expression as he caught sight of Aegnor. His eyebrows lifted in a silent question and he inclined his head to the forest.
“I will see you tomorrow.”
His sister turned back to the fire and warmed her hands. She never seemed to get warm enough now.
“You will. Good night, Aika.”
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They walked companionably through the cool woods toward their tents.
“I saw you talking to Turgon.”
“I was, this is true.”
Aegnor did not want to ask what they spoke of, but he did want to know, hence the conundrum. Glorfindel said, “He said he has a place for me should I wish it, and so I must think about this. Your cousin has big plans.”
“Right.”
“He did not tell me what it all entailed, just that I would be a leader of elves and so forth.” Glorfindel gestured broadly. “That has a certain appeal, you know?”
“Sure.”
Aegnor did not know what to say to this and so said nothing much in reply. Moments later he found his back against a tree and was pressed against the bark by a very comely elf.
“YOU are the lord-of-the-one-word-answer…”
“True.” Aegnor smirked and tried to control his unruly thoughts at Glorfindel’s closeness.
“See?! There again.”
“I don’t know what to say, Glorfindel. I don’t like the idea that we will be parted. My Uncle and brother will need me to perform duties and that won’t mean going with Turgon.”
“Right.” Glorfindel frowned.
“Don’t fret. We have now and that is something.”
“True.”
“Now who is the lord-of-the-one-word-answer?” Aegnor laughed.
Glorfindel scowled, and then his gaze fell to look at his companion’s lush lips. Aegnor noticed the trajectory of his cousin’s glance and could guess at the turn of his thought. He did not know if Glorfindel wanted to kiss, but he wished to try and so leaned in to lightly brush their lips together.
He let his hands move up into the other elf’s hair. This way he could pull Glorfindel closer to deepen the kiss, to something a little more satisfying. He had kissed girls, but tonight, as he felt their lips meld and he teased his companion’s mouth open with his tongue, he knew this was something more, this was something he had never quite imagined.
They paused to breathe and rest with foreheads together. It occurred to Aegnor that anyone from the campfire could pass this way and might come upon them along the path to the tents.
“We should go to our tents…more privacy.”
“Will you rest with me tonight?”
“Yes.”
As they had been accustomed to, on the long march. Then it was for survival’s sake, to provide each other with body heat in that bitter cold, but now there was no need as Middle Earth was far more temperate. They had forged a bond of closeness during those years.
They walked on in the clear night, hand in hand, to find their rest.
Author’s Note:
Aika = short for Aikanaro or Aegnor, the Sharp Flame
The first in this series is here:
http://www.ofelvesandmen.com/Stories/P/Phyncke/LightAndFlame_Series/_StoryList.html
Series: Light and Flame
Author: phyncke
Character(s): Aegnor/Glorfindel, Idril, Turgon, Galadriel, Finrod
Rating: PG
Beta(s): keiliss
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they are the property of JRR Tolkien and his estate, and I have borrowed them for my own amusement and for yours I hope.
Summary: The elves encamp at Mithrim just after Fingolfin arrives in Middle Earth. Aegnor and Glorfindel find their closeness continues.
Warnings: Kissing elves and implied slash.
The elves encamped in Hithlum gathered around the fire after a long day working, building enclosures, hunting and carving out an existence in Middle Earth. Food had been prepared and eaten with gusto, so now they enjoyed a bit of company and comaraderie. The flames glowed and lit up their beautiful faces, smooth complexions flushed from the heat of the blaze.
Aegnor reclined back and observed those around him, more subdued than usual. He leaned his back against a large log, feet to the fire, enjoying the warmth. He could remember not too long ago when he thought he would never feel such heat again, memories of ice, cold and endless night. But now he was here and he was warm. This was good.
Glorfindel was seated across the fire, talking animatedly to Turgon, articulating some point with spirit and emphasis. Idril sat next to her father and pretended to listen, but leaned on her hand, her elbow propped on her knee. She looked ready to nod off as her eyes closed, then opened a few times. Soon she would lean against her father, eventually falling completely asleep, her long, golden hair a curtain over her face.
Aegnor could hear Glorfindel's laugh, it rang clear and strong, full of mirth and joy. The light of life was strong in his eyes and the fire played with the many golden hues in his long hair, casting a shimmer around his face. He smiled from his place in the shadow. It was a comely face to be sure. He tucked that errant thought to the back of his mind.
“What are you thinking of, brother?” Artanis softly queried, following the trajectory of her sibling’s gaze. She intruded upon his contemplation, usually a welcome habit of hers. Finrod was to his left in discussion with their uncle.
“Nothing, my sister, nothing of import.”
“Oh, I doubt that very much.” She laughed. “You are brooding there.”
“I do not intend to.”
“It is not your way.”
Glorfindel looked up just then and a true delight took over his expression as he caught sight of Aegnor. His eyebrows lifted in a silent question and he inclined his head to the forest.
“I will see you tomorrow.”
His sister turned back to the fire and warmed her hands. She never seemed to get warm enough now.
“You will. Good night, Aika.”
/-/
They walked companionably through the cool woods toward their tents.
“I saw you talking to Turgon.”
“I was, this is true.”
Aegnor did not want to ask what they spoke of, but he did want to know, hence the conundrum. Glorfindel said, “He said he has a place for me should I wish it, and so I must think about this. Your cousin has big plans.”
“Right.”
“He did not tell me what it all entailed, just that I would be a leader of elves and so forth.” Glorfindel gestured broadly. “That has a certain appeal, you know?”
“Sure.”
Aegnor did not know what to say to this and so said nothing much in reply. Moments later he found his back against a tree and was pressed against the bark by a very comely elf.
“YOU are the lord-of-the-one-word-answer…”
“True.” Aegnor smirked and tried to control his unruly thoughts at Glorfindel’s closeness.
“See?! There again.”
“I don’t know what to say, Glorfindel. I don’t like the idea that we will be parted. My Uncle and brother will need me to perform duties and that won’t mean going with Turgon.”
“Right.” Glorfindel frowned.
“Don’t fret. We have now and that is something.”
“True.”
“Now who is the lord-of-the-one-word-answer?” Aegnor laughed.
Glorfindel scowled, and then his gaze fell to look at his companion’s lush lips. Aegnor noticed the trajectory of his cousin’s glance and could guess at the turn of his thought. He did not know if Glorfindel wanted to kiss, but he wished to try and so leaned in to lightly brush their lips together.
He let his hands move up into the other elf’s hair. This way he could pull Glorfindel closer to deepen the kiss, to something a little more satisfying. He had kissed girls, but tonight, as he felt their lips meld and he teased his companion’s mouth open with his tongue, he knew this was something more, this was something he had never quite imagined.
They paused to breathe and rest with foreheads together. It occurred to Aegnor that anyone from the campfire could pass this way and might come upon them along the path to the tents.
“We should go to our tents…more privacy.”
“Will you rest with me tonight?”
“Yes.”
As they had been accustomed to, on the long march. Then it was for survival’s sake, to provide each other with body heat in that bitter cold, but now there was no need as Middle Earth was far more temperate. They had forged a bond of closeness during those years.
They walked on in the clear night, hand in hand, to find their rest.
Author’s Note:
Aika = short for Aikanaro or Aegnor, the Sharp Flame
The first in this series is here:
http://www.ofelvesandmen.com/Stories/P/Phyncke/LightAndFlame_Series/_StoryList.html
