Love from the House of the Golden Flower
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Harry Potter Crossovers › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter Crossovers › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
6
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24,458
Reviews:
37
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Currently Reading:
5
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Confrontations
Chapter 5: Confrontations
Rivendell, T.A. 605
Meanwhile…
“Glorfindel,” Naracion sneered as the beautiful blonde Elf entered his office. “How may I help you?”
“Get up,” the elf-lord commanded.
“Why should I do that?” the dark-haired Elf asked defiantly. “You are not Lord Elrond. I do not have to follow your orders.”
“Because I do not normally kill those sitting down, and Harry deserves to believe you had a fighting chance,” Glorfindel snarled. “Now get up before I force you up.”
Black eyes widened in shock. Glorfindel never lost his temper.
Ever.
Naracion stood, tightening his hands into fists.
“And why are you going to kill me, my lord?” he questioned. “I have done nothing wrong.”
“You wish to teach him everything? He may be an innocent, but he has good instincts. Harry knew enough to tell me that you made him uncomfortable,” the blonde explained, stalking forward to wrap his hand around Naracion’s neck and pin him to the wall.
The dark-haired Elf flailed his feet and arms, trying desperately to breath.
“I d-did not t-touch h-him,” he gasped weakly.
Glorfindel gave him a disgusted look and dropped him to the floor.
“But you wanted to,” he contradicted. “You wanted to.”
“So do you,” Naracion pointed out with a sneer. “That makes you just as bad as me.”
“And yet I do not make him uncomfortable, and you do,” Glorfindel countered.
A cruel smirk twisted Naracion’s thin lips.
“You do not make him uncomfortable because he trusts you. Loves you. Worships you. If you asked him to get on his knees, open his mouth, and suck your…” Naracion was cut off by a harsh blow to the jaw.
“You will never speak of him in such a disrespectful manner again,” Glorfindel ordered, trembling
in his anger. “You will never look upon him in lust again. In fact, you will never look upon him ever again. Lord Elrond will have you replaced as his tutor.”
“You are losing it,” Naracion murmured softly, wincing at the pain. “Does he bring out your temper so?”
Glorfindel just stared at his sprawled form with cold grey eyes and turned to leave the room.
“If he ever complains to me again that you have made him uncomfortable, you will lose much more than your job,” was his parting remark before his slipped out the door.
“Love-struck fool,” Naracion muttered, dragging himself up from the floor.
Loving Harry made Glorfindel both vicious and soft at the same time...
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A few hours later…
“Lord Elrond, you have been amiss in your duties as a father,” Erestor stated without preamble as he entered the chambers of his lord. “Do you wish to know of the discussion I just had with your youngest?”
“Surely,” Lord Elrond replied.
“He has no concept of inappropriate touching or the differences between familial and romantic love, and after our recent discussion he believes that Glorfindel will have to garden in him to give him babies!” Erestor ranted.
Lord Elrond sighed.
“You used the seed metaphor, did you not?” he questioned lightly. “Harry does not deal well in metaphors, and as I know that Glorfindel will not take advantage of his innocence, I thought it best to leave all explanations of such a matter to him.”
“In other words, you tried to explain marriage and sexual intercourse, he frustrated you with his endless questions and misunderstandings, and you left it all up to Glorfindel to deal with because you know that he will scare all of the other suitors away?” Erestor commently wryly.
“Exactly,” Lord Elrond answered. “You did the same, I imagine?”
“I tried to explain, but I fear I just confused him more,” Erestor admitted. “I sent him to Glorfindel.”
The elf-lord chuckled lightly.
“Poor Glorfindel,” Elrond stated wryly. “I fear it will be a long time until he takes Harry in matrimony. He does not wish to corrupt his innocence, you know.”
“And do not tell me you did not plan that,” Erestor muttered. “It is probably the reason why Harry believed babies can appear out of thin air if you hug enough. Now he just thinks a baby plant will grow inside him if he loves it enough.”
Lord Elrond choked.
“What I would not give to witness the coming conversation…” he stated humorously.
The Lord of Rivendell and his chief adviser exchanged a knowing glance.
“Spying?” Erestor suggested.
“I prefer to call it invisible chaperoning,” Elrond responded primly. “Harry is my youngest son, after all.”
“So if they begin gardening, you are going to interfere?” Erestor asked.
Lord Elrond blinked at him, disbelieving.
“G-gardening?” he choked. “You do not think Glorfindel…?”
“If Harry sits on his lap, and starts talking about marriage and babies and love, all the while bouncing up and down excitedly, Glorfindel may give in… It would take a will of diamond not to,” his chief adviser claimed.
“It is a good thing you have a will of diamond,” Lord Elrond smirked. “Else Glorfindel would probably be skewering you on his sword right now.”
This time Erestor was the one who choked.
But he could not deny the truth…
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Author’s Note: Another short chapter. I just wanted to get these scenes out of the way before moving onto more Glorfindel/Harry…Please let me know what you think…*puppy dog eyes*
Rivendell, T.A. 605
Meanwhile…
“Glorfindel,” Naracion sneered as the beautiful blonde Elf entered his office. “How may I help you?”
“Get up,” the elf-lord commanded.
“Why should I do that?” the dark-haired Elf asked defiantly. “You are not Lord Elrond. I do not have to follow your orders.”
“Because I do not normally kill those sitting down, and Harry deserves to believe you had a fighting chance,” Glorfindel snarled. “Now get up before I force you up.”
Black eyes widened in shock. Glorfindel never lost his temper.
Ever.
Naracion stood, tightening his hands into fists.
“And why are you going to kill me, my lord?” he questioned. “I have done nothing wrong.”
“You wish to teach him everything? He may be an innocent, but he has good instincts. Harry knew enough to tell me that you made him uncomfortable,” the blonde explained, stalking forward to wrap his hand around Naracion’s neck and pin him to the wall.
The dark-haired Elf flailed his feet and arms, trying desperately to breath.
“I d-did not t-touch h-him,” he gasped weakly.
Glorfindel gave him a disgusted look and dropped him to the floor.
“But you wanted to,” he contradicted. “You wanted to.”
“So do you,” Naracion pointed out with a sneer. “That makes you just as bad as me.”
“And yet I do not make him uncomfortable, and you do,” Glorfindel countered.
A cruel smirk twisted Naracion’s thin lips.
“You do not make him uncomfortable because he trusts you. Loves you. Worships you. If you asked him to get on his knees, open his mouth, and suck your…” Naracion was cut off by a harsh blow to the jaw.
“You will never speak of him in such a disrespectful manner again,” Glorfindel ordered, trembling
in his anger. “You will never look upon him in lust again. In fact, you will never look upon him ever again. Lord Elrond will have you replaced as his tutor.”
“You are losing it,” Naracion murmured softly, wincing at the pain. “Does he bring out your temper so?”
Glorfindel just stared at his sprawled form with cold grey eyes and turned to leave the room.
“If he ever complains to me again that you have made him uncomfortable, you will lose much more than your job,” was his parting remark before his slipped out the door.
“Love-struck fool,” Naracion muttered, dragging himself up from the floor.
Loving Harry made Glorfindel both vicious and soft at the same time...
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A few hours later…
“Lord Elrond, you have been amiss in your duties as a father,” Erestor stated without preamble as he entered the chambers of his lord. “Do you wish to know of the discussion I just had with your youngest?”
“Surely,” Lord Elrond replied.
“He has no concept of inappropriate touching or the differences between familial and romantic love, and after our recent discussion he believes that Glorfindel will have to garden in him to give him babies!” Erestor ranted.
Lord Elrond sighed.
“You used the seed metaphor, did you not?” he questioned lightly. “Harry does not deal well in metaphors, and as I know that Glorfindel will not take advantage of his innocence, I thought it best to leave all explanations of such a matter to him.”
“In other words, you tried to explain marriage and sexual intercourse, he frustrated you with his endless questions and misunderstandings, and you left it all up to Glorfindel to deal with because you know that he will scare all of the other suitors away?” Erestor commently wryly.
“Exactly,” Lord Elrond answered. “You did the same, I imagine?”
“I tried to explain, but I fear I just confused him more,” Erestor admitted. “I sent him to Glorfindel.”
The elf-lord chuckled lightly.
“Poor Glorfindel,” Elrond stated wryly. “I fear it will be a long time until he takes Harry in matrimony. He does not wish to corrupt his innocence, you know.”
“And do not tell me you did not plan that,” Erestor muttered. “It is probably the reason why Harry believed babies can appear out of thin air if you hug enough. Now he just thinks a baby plant will grow inside him if he loves it enough.”
Lord Elrond choked.
“What I would not give to witness the coming conversation…” he stated humorously.
The Lord of Rivendell and his chief adviser exchanged a knowing glance.
“Spying?” Erestor suggested.
“I prefer to call it invisible chaperoning,” Elrond responded primly. “Harry is my youngest son, after all.”
“So if they begin gardening, you are going to interfere?” Erestor asked.
Lord Elrond blinked at him, disbelieving.
“G-gardening?” he choked. “You do not think Glorfindel…?”
“If Harry sits on his lap, and starts talking about marriage and babies and love, all the while bouncing up and down excitedly, Glorfindel may give in… It would take a will of diamond not to,” his chief adviser claimed.
“It is a good thing you have a will of diamond,” Lord Elrond smirked. “Else Glorfindel would probably be skewering you on his sword right now.”
This time Erestor was the one who choked.
But he could not deny the truth…
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Author’s Note: Another short chapter. I just wanted to get these scenes out of the way before moving onto more Glorfindel/Harry…Please let me know what you think…*puppy dog eyes*