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meretriculayup, it's me. with another fic. It's ok if you hate me but i really can't think of a title for this at all and I want to post it on melethryn.net. all suggestions are welcome, and yes I do know the fic is sappier than... a maple tree in tapping season, or some other very sappy thing. Deal with it.
Elrond stood, arms crossed, and fixed his wayward seneschal with a look that would have made orcs quail. Glorfindel, bred of sterner stuff than Sauron’s minions, stared back… and sneezed.
Elrond sighed, and passed the miserable elf a handkerchief. "Dare I ask what precisely possessed you to go haring off in the middle of the winter for three days and acquire what appears to be a truly stunning case of pneumonia?"
"I thought elves didn’t get sick!" Glorfindel protested, sounding as though his nose were stuffed with cotton.
"Well, no, not normally. But then, *normal*, **sensible**, ***sane*** elves do not often spend three days wandering in the freezing rain! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!?"
Glorfindel winced, and sneezed again. "I had a fight with Erestor," he explained, although snuffled might have been a more precise term.
His lord rested his forehead in his hand. "I inferred that, given that Erestor was in an alarmingly bad temper for the three days before we found you. He threw a book at Elladan and an inkwell at Arwen, and the maids have yet to get the stains out of the library rug. However, that does not give me sufficient detail to discover why in the name of all the Valar you apparently lost your mind and left the house in the middle of a sleetstorm."
Glorfindel sneezed repeatedly, and sniffled ineffectually. "I brought up the subject of a bonding ceremony. He told me that it was the stupidest idea he’d ever heard."
Elrond blinked. "Yes, I can imagine where a disagreement might arise."
There was a bang and a heavy thud outside, and the door burst open. "You IDIOT!" Erestor yelled. "You halfwit, you numskull, you blockhead, you IMBECILE!"
Glorfindel sneezed yet again. "It’s wonderful to see you, too."
"You bastard son of an orc and a dwarvish whore! You… you…" Erestor reverted to Dwarvish, as the elven tongue lacked enough insults to suitably describe his feelings towards Glorfindel at the moment. After a few minutes of verbal abuse, he lapsed back into elvish. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?"
Glorfindel wiped his nose on Elrond’s handkerchief, and attempted to justify his venture into the wild. "I, um…"
"YOU IDIOT!" Erestor reiterated. He glared, and burst into furious tears. Glorfindel, understandably alarmed, made soothing noises and vaguely comforting gestures, but Erestor was having none of it. "If you EVER do that again I WILL KILL YOU!" He slapped Glorfindel and stormed out, still crying.
Glorfindel looked at Elrond plaintively. "I just don’t understand him sometimes."
Elrond shook his head, and suggested acerbically, "Blow your nose."
*
Arwen did not look up as Erestor entered the library, slamming the door behind him. "Come to throw another inkwell at me?" she inquired dryly.
When she was answered only by a hitching breath and what sounded suspiciously like a sniffle, she glanced over at the other elf, and was startled to see tears pouring down his face. He swiped uselessly at his eyes, sinking, suddenly weak-kneed, to the floor. "Erestor? Are you all right?"
"I’m fine," he snapped, desperately attempting to stifle his tears. "I’m…" Giving up, he buried his face in his arms and began sobbing in earnest.
"Erestor!" Her maternal instincts aroused, Arwen promptly forgot her annoyance and knelt to embrace him. "Whatever is wrong?"
"I’ve never been so frightened in my life," Erestor whispered. "He was so sick… and Elrond said he might… die…"
"Glorfindel is fine," she said soothingly. "He is absolutely fine, and Father says he will not even be sniffling in a week or so."
"He shouldn’t be able to scare me like this!" Erestor wailed. "I was so *angry* with him, and then he went and nearly got himself killed, and now I can’t be angry with him but it’s ALL HIS FAULT!"
She sighed. "What did he do this time?"
"He asked me to marry him!"
There was a fifteen-second pause, while Arwen processed this apparently egregious error. "And you were angry with him because…"
"We’ve lived together for over a thousand years, and he brings up marriage *now*?"
Arwen coughed lightly. "It *is* customary for elves to wait a number of years to propose, Erestor."
"A *thousand*?"
She sighed, and ignored him. "So, essentially your objection to his proposal was that he waited a millennium to make it?"
"I was accustomed to our relationship as it was," he muttered. "After a thousand years I rather assumed I would spend the rest of my life unmarried."
"Better late than never, I suppose… and what did you tell Glorfindel upon receiving your belated proposal? To go to the Halls and make certain the door hit him on his way out?"
Erestor turned red.
She muttered something best left unrecorded. "Well, then I suggest that you go and see him now, and tell him that you’ll marry him."
"Not until he apologizes," Erestor said stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest.
"For what!?"
"For almost dying of pneumonia!" He rubbed ineffectually at his nose with the back of his hand. Arwen scowled, and handed him a handkerchief.
"You are behaving ridiculously," she informed him crisply, "but that has never stopped you before, I suppose. I have given my advice; you may take it or not, as you see fit."
"Thank you," he said, with heavy sarcasm.
"You are welcome," she replied, unperturbed. "You may keep the handkerchief," she added as she got to her feet. "I will see you at dinner."
*
Erestor peered cautiously around the doorframe of the infirmarary. Seeing that his lover was very soundly asleep, he crept in and set down his assorted burdens.
Glorfindel’s favorite pillow went on the bed, within easy reach. The blond mumbled something in his sleep as the much-abused cushion was placed by his arm, and promptly hugged it tightly. Erestor struggled and failed to repress a smile.
He piled several books on the nightstand, and added an inkwell, a quill, and a stack of parchment. A look of concentration on his face, he arranged the items into an appropriate, aesthetically pleasing placement, and then set down a plate of pastries (honey cakes, Glorfindel’s favorite).
At last he finished his errand and bent over the blond with a tenderly concerned expression, one which naturally no one alive would have ever seen and remained in that condition for long. With a gentle hand he brushed the soft hair away from Glorfindel’s face, and examined the angry red scratches on his lover’s otherwise unscarred cheek.
"You hit like a girl."
Erestor jumped. "I beg your pardon?"
Glorfindel’s eyes remained shut. "You hit like a girl, all fingernails and no muscle."
He scowled, and crossed his arms over his chest defiantly. "You should be grateful I do, or you would be nursing a broken jaw as well as advanced pneumonia."
Glorfindel chuckled weakly, before breaking into a coughing fit. "I’m not especially worried." He turned onto his back and looked at Erestor directly. "Are you still angry with me?"
"Yes," Erestor retorted.
"Ah. But we are having a ceasefire until I’m back on my feet?"
"We could have it out now," Erestor offered.
"No, thank you, that is quite all right. Although I must admit, I’m still not entirely certain why we were fighting in the first place."
Erestor glared at him. "Try extreme insensitivity on your part."
"Insensitivity?" Glorfindel repeated in disbelief. "How was asking you to marry me *insensitive*?"
"’Oh, and by the way, Erestor, if you don’t have anything pressing this spring, would you like to have a bonding ceremony?’" Erestor quoted sarcastically. "Always so romantic, Glorfindel. While you were at it, why didn’t you explain that since we’ve been together so long, there was no real need to give me a ring? Or a *proper* proposal?"
Glorfindel stared. "You said no because I wasn’t *romantic* enough?"
Erestor remained silent.
"Erestor, you—you—you selfish, self-centered, cold hearted piece of warg bait! Do you have *any* idea—I will swear on any god you like, my heart stopped dead in my chest when you turned me down! I should beat you senseless and feed you whole to a Nazgul’s steed! You—" Glorfindel dissolved into a hacking fit. After almost a minute of ceaseless, breathless coughing, Erestor sat on the bed and held his lover up against him, stroking his back as he rode out the paroxyms.
"Shh, you’re still sick. We’ll discuss this when you’re better."
Glorfindel jerked back, looking up at his bewildered lover in fury. "We will discuss this NOW, Erestor. I do not know *what* you think, but I do not enjoy being laughed at and then flatly rejected for proposing marriage. I *love* you, you half-wit."
Erestor blinked. "I know you do. That’s not the *point*."
"Then what the hell *is* the point?"
"I’m not going to just be your little woman back home!" Erestor burst out with sudden passion. "I won’t be your wife, I won’t be your pet... it’s bad enough that every time anyone looks at us together they think I’m your mistress, I won’t take a patronizing pat on the head and marry you! I’m your lover, Glorfindel, and damn it to the Halls I am your partner. You take me for granted and so does everyone else and whenever I try to have some space of my own you and every single elf in the whole damned valley shake your heads and mutter something about ‘that time of the month.’ At least if I stay your little dish on the side I have *some* freedom to do as I choose. I am not a fighter and I am not a soldier, but being a scholar does not make me any less your equal and I cannot stand being taken for your cute little pet advisor anymore!"
Glorfindel could only sit, slack-jawed, stunned by the venom in his lover’s voice. "Who *said* that to you? I’ll kill him!"
"You’re doing it *again*!" Erestor snapped. "Every time you assume that I cannot do anything for myself, every time you try to wrap me up in silk and protect me from the world, you make me into something less than you and I *hate* it! I can take care of myself!"
"But... I like taking care of you."
"Then you should have proposed to one of the six dozen princesses madly in love with you, not to me," Erestor said flatly, and turned to leave. Standing in the doorway, he glanced back and was shocked to see his lover dissolve into tears. "Glorfindel?"
"Don’t leave me," he choked out. "Please, Erestor, don’t leave me, I couldn’t bear it, I’ll do anything just don’t leave me!"
Erestor’s expression shifted from alarmed to horrified as he hurried back to Glorfindel and hugged him tightly. "I’m not leaving you, I’m not, truly I’m not. I promise. I love you, you idiot."
"Promise?" Glorfindel asked, voice wavering unsteadily.
"Of course I promise. I already said that." He kissed the top of Glorfindel’s golden mane affectionately. "No more crying, it bothers me. You never cry."
"I’m sorry; I can’t help it, I was frightened. Erestor, I truly am sorry. I never meant to make you feel—inferior, or incapable, or anything like that. I’m not trying to treat you like a woman."
Erestor squeezed him reassuringly. "I know, dearheart, I know. It’s not your fault at all. *Please* stop crying?"
Glorfindel sniffled. "I’ll try."
"Shh, shh now. Go to sleep."
He grabbed Erestor’s wrist. "You won’t leave?"
Erestor smiled. "I won’t leave."
*
Elrond entered Glorfindel’s room in the House of Healing quietly, wary of disturbing the slowly recovering warrior’s sleep. A small smile touched his lips as he noted Glorfindel’s bedmate, also sound asleep. Erestor had not rested for worry since Glorfindel fled the Last Homely House into the heavy sleet, so Elrond was unsurprised to see that neither stirred.
Moving closer to check on his patient, Elrond noticed the tear tracks down Glorfindel’s face, and his unnaturally tight grip on the arms Erestor had wrapped around him. The dark-haired scholar, on the other hand, looked serenely content with his wayward lover securely in his arms, the top of the blond’s head tucked underneath his chin.
Elrond shook his head and laughed soundlessly. Erestor and Glorfindel were, without a doubt, the oddest couple in the valley, but they were also admittedly excellent entertainment.
*
"Glorfindel? Sweetheart, wake up. It’s time for dinner."
Glorfindel mumbled something indistinct and snuggled closer to Erestor.
"Glorfindel, I mean it. Get up."
"No."
"Glorfindel!" Erestor rolled his eyes in exasperation. "I’m hungry. Get off me."
"Mmm... I’m hungry too..."
"Ahhh... GLORFINDEL!" Erestor shoved ineffectually at his lover. "My neck is not a nutritious meal! Stop gnawing!"
"Tastes good."
"Thank you, but I want real food, and if you cause me to miss another meal I will move into the library."
Glorfindel sighed and sat up, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "Blackmail is illegal."
Erestor smiled sweetly and bent to kiss along Glorfindel’s jawline. "What’s a little extortion among friends?" He reached the blond’s earlobe and bit down, smirking when Glorfindel yelped. "Now get up, you sluggard."
The blond climbed out of bed and staggered out of the room, muttering, "Bully."
Erestor chuckled. "I abuse because I care." Slipping an arm around Glorfindel’s waist, he supported the blond down the corridors to the Great Hall.
Conversation ground to a halt when the two entered the hall. Glorfindel blushed slightly as Erestor helped him to his chair, then sat beside him. "I see you are feeling better, Glorfindel," Elrond commented amusedly.
Glorfindel nodded solemnly. "Thanks to your most excellent care, my lord."
As talk resumed around the hall, Elrond added, "And will I be seeing a ring on your finger any time soon, Erestor?" Glorfindel winced, and braced for the horrific storm of destruction that was one of Erestor’s temper tantrums.
"Actually, now that you bring up the subject, I have an announcement to make," Erestor replied. He got to his feet.
"As I am certain that all the gossipmongers in the audience have noticed, Glorfindel and I have been together for several centuries now. Seeing that he has miraculously escaped death yet again, it seems that I am stuck with him for the foreseeable future." He waited for the laughter to subside, then continued. "I cannot think of a more appropriate time to make this arrangement official." He turned and dropped to one knee before Glorfindel, who stared at him in outright shock. "I love you, Glorfindel. I will never stop loving you, and I will *never* leave you. Will you marry me?"
Dead silence reigned in the hall as Erestor and Glorfindel looked at each other, Erestor in nervous stillness, Glorfindel frozen with surprise.
"Well, what do you think?" Glorfindel demanded at last, and shot to his feet, hauling Erestor with him, to kiss him passionately in full view of the entire hall. He pulled away only long enough to add, "I love you, too, you half-wit. Of course I’ll marry you."
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Elrond stood, arms crossed, and fixed his wayward seneschal with a look that would have made orcs quail. Glorfindel, bred of sterner stuff than Sauron’s minions, stared back… and sneezed.
Elrond sighed, and passed the miserable elf a handkerchief. "Dare I ask what precisely possessed you to go haring off in the middle of the winter for three days and acquire what appears to be a truly stunning case of pneumonia?"
"I thought elves didn’t get sick!" Glorfindel protested, sounding as though his nose were stuffed with cotton.
"Well, no, not normally. But then, *normal*, **sensible**, ***sane*** elves do not often spend three days wandering in the freezing rain! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!?"
Glorfindel winced, and sneezed again. "I had a fight with Erestor," he explained, although snuffled might have been a more precise term.
His lord rested his forehead in his hand. "I inferred that, given that Erestor was in an alarmingly bad temper for the three days before we found you. He threw a book at Elladan and an inkwell at Arwen, and the maids have yet to get the stains out of the library rug. However, that does not give me sufficient detail to discover why in the name of all the Valar you apparently lost your mind and left the house in the middle of a sleetstorm."
Glorfindel sneezed repeatedly, and sniffled ineffectually. "I brought up the subject of a bonding ceremony. He told me that it was the stupidest idea he’d ever heard."
Elrond blinked. "Yes, I can imagine where a disagreement might arise."
There was a bang and a heavy thud outside, and the door burst open. "You IDIOT!" Erestor yelled. "You halfwit, you numskull, you blockhead, you IMBECILE!"
Glorfindel sneezed yet again. "It’s wonderful to see you, too."
"You bastard son of an orc and a dwarvish whore! You… you…" Erestor reverted to Dwarvish, as the elven tongue lacked enough insults to suitably describe his feelings towards Glorfindel at the moment. After a few minutes of verbal abuse, he lapsed back into elvish. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?"
Glorfindel wiped his nose on Elrond’s handkerchief, and attempted to justify his venture into the wild. "I, um…"
"YOU IDIOT!" Erestor reiterated. He glared, and burst into furious tears. Glorfindel, understandably alarmed, made soothing noises and vaguely comforting gestures, but Erestor was having none of it. "If you EVER do that again I WILL KILL YOU!" He slapped Glorfindel and stormed out, still crying.
Glorfindel looked at Elrond plaintively. "I just don’t understand him sometimes."
Elrond shook his head, and suggested acerbically, "Blow your nose."
*
Arwen did not look up as Erestor entered the library, slamming the door behind him. "Come to throw another inkwell at me?" she inquired dryly.
When she was answered only by a hitching breath and what sounded suspiciously like a sniffle, she glanced over at the other elf, and was startled to see tears pouring down his face. He swiped uselessly at his eyes, sinking, suddenly weak-kneed, to the floor. "Erestor? Are you all right?"
"I’m fine," he snapped, desperately attempting to stifle his tears. "I’m…" Giving up, he buried his face in his arms and began sobbing in earnest.
"Erestor!" Her maternal instincts aroused, Arwen promptly forgot her annoyance and knelt to embrace him. "Whatever is wrong?"
"I’ve never been so frightened in my life," Erestor whispered. "He was so sick… and Elrond said he might… die…"
"Glorfindel is fine," she said soothingly. "He is absolutely fine, and Father says he will not even be sniffling in a week or so."
"He shouldn’t be able to scare me like this!" Erestor wailed. "I was so *angry* with him, and then he went and nearly got himself killed, and now I can’t be angry with him but it’s ALL HIS FAULT!"
She sighed. "What did he do this time?"
"He asked me to marry him!"
There was a fifteen-second pause, while Arwen processed this apparently egregious error. "And you were angry with him because…"
"We’ve lived together for over a thousand years, and he brings up marriage *now*?"
Arwen coughed lightly. "It *is* customary for elves to wait a number of years to propose, Erestor."
"A *thousand*?"
She sighed, and ignored him. "So, essentially your objection to his proposal was that he waited a millennium to make it?"
"I was accustomed to our relationship as it was," he muttered. "After a thousand years I rather assumed I would spend the rest of my life unmarried."
"Better late than never, I suppose… and what did you tell Glorfindel upon receiving your belated proposal? To go to the Halls and make certain the door hit him on his way out?"
Erestor turned red.
She muttered something best left unrecorded. "Well, then I suggest that you go and see him now, and tell him that you’ll marry him."
"Not until he apologizes," Erestor said stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest.
"For what!?"
"For almost dying of pneumonia!" He rubbed ineffectually at his nose with the back of his hand. Arwen scowled, and handed him a handkerchief.
"You are behaving ridiculously," she informed him crisply, "but that has never stopped you before, I suppose. I have given my advice; you may take it or not, as you see fit."
"Thank you," he said, with heavy sarcasm.
"You are welcome," she replied, unperturbed. "You may keep the handkerchief," she added as she got to her feet. "I will see you at dinner."
*
Erestor peered cautiously around the doorframe of the infirmarary. Seeing that his lover was very soundly asleep, he crept in and set down his assorted burdens.
Glorfindel’s favorite pillow went on the bed, within easy reach. The blond mumbled something in his sleep as the much-abused cushion was placed by his arm, and promptly hugged it tightly. Erestor struggled and failed to repress a smile.
He piled several books on the nightstand, and added an inkwell, a quill, and a stack of parchment. A look of concentration on his face, he arranged the items into an appropriate, aesthetically pleasing placement, and then set down a plate of pastries (honey cakes, Glorfindel’s favorite).
At last he finished his errand and bent over the blond with a tenderly concerned expression, one which naturally no one alive would have ever seen and remained in that condition for long. With a gentle hand he brushed the soft hair away from Glorfindel’s face, and examined the angry red scratches on his lover’s otherwise unscarred cheek.
"You hit like a girl."
Erestor jumped. "I beg your pardon?"
Glorfindel’s eyes remained shut. "You hit like a girl, all fingernails and no muscle."
He scowled, and crossed his arms over his chest defiantly. "You should be grateful I do, or you would be nursing a broken jaw as well as advanced pneumonia."
Glorfindel chuckled weakly, before breaking into a coughing fit. "I’m not especially worried." He turned onto his back and looked at Erestor directly. "Are you still angry with me?"
"Yes," Erestor retorted.
"Ah. But we are having a ceasefire until I’m back on my feet?"
"We could have it out now," Erestor offered.
"No, thank you, that is quite all right. Although I must admit, I’m still not entirely certain why we were fighting in the first place."
Erestor glared at him. "Try extreme insensitivity on your part."
"Insensitivity?" Glorfindel repeated in disbelief. "How was asking you to marry me *insensitive*?"
"’Oh, and by the way, Erestor, if you don’t have anything pressing this spring, would you like to have a bonding ceremony?’" Erestor quoted sarcastically. "Always so romantic, Glorfindel. While you were at it, why didn’t you explain that since we’ve been together so long, there was no real need to give me a ring? Or a *proper* proposal?"
Glorfindel stared. "You said no because I wasn’t *romantic* enough?"
Erestor remained silent.
"Erestor, you—you—you selfish, self-centered, cold hearted piece of warg bait! Do you have *any* idea—I will swear on any god you like, my heart stopped dead in my chest when you turned me down! I should beat you senseless and feed you whole to a Nazgul’s steed! You—" Glorfindel dissolved into a hacking fit. After almost a minute of ceaseless, breathless coughing, Erestor sat on the bed and held his lover up against him, stroking his back as he rode out the paroxyms.
"Shh, you’re still sick. We’ll discuss this when you’re better."
Glorfindel jerked back, looking up at his bewildered lover in fury. "We will discuss this NOW, Erestor. I do not know *what* you think, but I do not enjoy being laughed at and then flatly rejected for proposing marriage. I *love* you, you half-wit."
Erestor blinked. "I know you do. That’s not the *point*."
"Then what the hell *is* the point?"
"I’m not going to just be your little woman back home!" Erestor burst out with sudden passion. "I won’t be your wife, I won’t be your pet... it’s bad enough that every time anyone looks at us together they think I’m your mistress, I won’t take a patronizing pat on the head and marry you! I’m your lover, Glorfindel, and damn it to the Halls I am your partner. You take me for granted and so does everyone else and whenever I try to have some space of my own you and every single elf in the whole damned valley shake your heads and mutter something about ‘that time of the month.’ At least if I stay your little dish on the side I have *some* freedom to do as I choose. I am not a fighter and I am not a soldier, but being a scholar does not make me any less your equal and I cannot stand being taken for your cute little pet advisor anymore!"
Glorfindel could only sit, slack-jawed, stunned by the venom in his lover’s voice. "Who *said* that to you? I’ll kill him!"
"You’re doing it *again*!" Erestor snapped. "Every time you assume that I cannot do anything for myself, every time you try to wrap me up in silk and protect me from the world, you make me into something less than you and I *hate* it! I can take care of myself!"
"But... I like taking care of you."
"Then you should have proposed to one of the six dozen princesses madly in love with you, not to me," Erestor said flatly, and turned to leave. Standing in the doorway, he glanced back and was shocked to see his lover dissolve into tears. "Glorfindel?"
"Don’t leave me," he choked out. "Please, Erestor, don’t leave me, I couldn’t bear it, I’ll do anything just don’t leave me!"
Erestor’s expression shifted from alarmed to horrified as he hurried back to Glorfindel and hugged him tightly. "I’m not leaving you, I’m not, truly I’m not. I promise. I love you, you idiot."
"Promise?" Glorfindel asked, voice wavering unsteadily.
"Of course I promise. I already said that." He kissed the top of Glorfindel’s golden mane affectionately. "No more crying, it bothers me. You never cry."
"I’m sorry; I can’t help it, I was frightened. Erestor, I truly am sorry. I never meant to make you feel—inferior, or incapable, or anything like that. I’m not trying to treat you like a woman."
Erestor squeezed him reassuringly. "I know, dearheart, I know. It’s not your fault at all. *Please* stop crying?"
Glorfindel sniffled. "I’ll try."
"Shh, shh now. Go to sleep."
He grabbed Erestor’s wrist. "You won’t leave?"
Erestor smiled. "I won’t leave."
*
Elrond entered Glorfindel’s room in the House of Healing quietly, wary of disturbing the slowly recovering warrior’s sleep. A small smile touched his lips as he noted Glorfindel’s bedmate, also sound asleep. Erestor had not rested for worry since Glorfindel fled the Last Homely House into the heavy sleet, so Elrond was unsurprised to see that neither stirred.
Moving closer to check on his patient, Elrond noticed the tear tracks down Glorfindel’s face, and his unnaturally tight grip on the arms Erestor had wrapped around him. The dark-haired scholar, on the other hand, looked serenely content with his wayward lover securely in his arms, the top of the blond’s head tucked underneath his chin.
Elrond shook his head and laughed soundlessly. Erestor and Glorfindel were, without a doubt, the oddest couple in the valley, but they were also admittedly excellent entertainment.
*
"Glorfindel? Sweetheart, wake up. It’s time for dinner."
Glorfindel mumbled something indistinct and snuggled closer to Erestor.
"Glorfindel, I mean it. Get up."
"No."
"Glorfindel!" Erestor rolled his eyes in exasperation. "I’m hungry. Get off me."
"Mmm... I’m hungry too..."
"Ahhh... GLORFINDEL!" Erestor shoved ineffectually at his lover. "My neck is not a nutritious meal! Stop gnawing!"
"Tastes good."
"Thank you, but I want real food, and if you cause me to miss another meal I will move into the library."
Glorfindel sighed and sat up, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "Blackmail is illegal."
Erestor smiled sweetly and bent to kiss along Glorfindel’s jawline. "What’s a little extortion among friends?" He reached the blond’s earlobe and bit down, smirking when Glorfindel yelped. "Now get up, you sluggard."
The blond climbed out of bed and staggered out of the room, muttering, "Bully."
Erestor chuckled. "I abuse because I care." Slipping an arm around Glorfindel’s waist, he supported the blond down the corridors to the Great Hall.
Conversation ground to a halt when the two entered the hall. Glorfindel blushed slightly as Erestor helped him to his chair, then sat beside him. "I see you are feeling better, Glorfindel," Elrond commented amusedly.
Glorfindel nodded solemnly. "Thanks to your most excellent care, my lord."
As talk resumed around the hall, Elrond added, "And will I be seeing a ring on your finger any time soon, Erestor?" Glorfindel winced, and braced for the horrific storm of destruction that was one of Erestor’s temper tantrums.
"Actually, now that you bring up the subject, I have an announcement to make," Erestor replied. He got to his feet.
"As I am certain that all the gossipmongers in the audience have noticed, Glorfindel and I have been together for several centuries now. Seeing that he has miraculously escaped death yet again, it seems that I am stuck with him for the foreseeable future." He waited for the laughter to subside, then continued. "I cannot think of a more appropriate time to make this arrangement official." He turned and dropped to one knee before Glorfindel, who stared at him in outright shock. "I love you, Glorfindel. I will never stop loving you, and I will *never* leave you. Will you marry me?"
Dead silence reigned in the hall as Erestor and Glorfindel looked at each other, Erestor in nervous stillness, Glorfindel frozen with surprise.
"Well, what do you think?" Glorfindel demanded at last, and shot to his feet, hauling Erestor with him, to kiss him passionately in full view of the entire hall. He pulled away only long enough to add, "I love you, too, you half-wit. Of course I’ll marry you."
please don't flame me. save it for when I actually post it somewhere. Feel free to make constructive suggestions though!
PS: Sylvie-you know you want to beta. You know you do. Love ya, babe!
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Date: 2003-12-26 05:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-26 04:50 pm (UTC)"Ahhh... GLORFINDEL!" Erestor shoved ineffectually at his lover. "My neck is not a nutritious meal! Stop gnawing!"
hehe.
Here, you'll like this...
http://www.ansereg.com/what_tolkien_officially_said_abo.htm
What Tolkien Officially Said About Elf Sex ;^)
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Date: 2003-12-27 02:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-27 03:57 pm (UTC)... *smirks at Elf sex essay* See, Elves just wanna have fun...
Sylvie xxx