The Writ of Kat (sparkleblsm) wrote in sparkle_stories, @ 2009-01-08 18:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | fandom: lotr, rating: pg, type: slash |
Musing on Myself . PG
Fandom: LOTR. Erestor/Glorfindel
Words: 301
Disclaimer: Not mine, I wish.
Summary: Erestor muses about himself and his lover reassures.
I sat at the vanity, my fingers threaded in my hair as I tried to unbraid the solitary braid that chose tonight to be stubborn. I glanced up at the mirror, which sat across from me and I was struck for a moment.
I looked quite different for an elf, if I really thought about it.
I had the slim figure, which was much like all the other elder children, however the one thing I noticed quickly was my eyes. Others of the Noldorian line had grey eyes, which would darken to indigo; and here I sat with my brown eyes fading in black; my eyes looking like pools of liquid onyx.
Following the path of my reflection in the mirror I noticed how my skin was ivory, very much so. Most elves had a pale touch to their skin but I almost looked pure white, much like the snow of Imladris winters.
In that moment I felt different; feeling like an outsider among my own race.
The thoughts of inadequacy were chased from my mind as a much warmer arm slide across my chest, pale golden hair falling across my chest and a chin coming to rest on my shoulder.
A warm brush of fingers against my cheek and I turned to look into emerald green eyes with a fierce spark behind them. A soft kiss was bestowed upon my neck and the whispers of "...my beautiful elf..." made me smile as all my thoughts drifted away.
Such was the power that my lover had over me.
One simple phrase could end all my self-doubts, all of my inner questions. I guess this is how love can keep you whole, otherwise your doubt would destroy you.
It is love, pure and simple love.
That is what can become your everything.