MORE 30 Kisses!
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meretriculaDon't like this one, though. I'm not sure why. Probably because Erestor and Glorfindel don't get to interact.
Elrond looked out the window of his office and sighed. The sky was a miserable shade of gray, and precipitation that couldn't decide whether it wanted to be fog, drizzle or a very light snow-flurry only added to the general gloom. Glorfindel, unsurprisingly, was late for a meeting. Glorfindel hated rain - hated any weather that wasn't sunny, really - but worst of all, he loathed the uncertain, waiting feeling that accompanied wet, cloudy days. Better an honest thunderstorm, he would always say, scowling. Working with him in bad weather was an unholy bitch.
Just as Elrond began to contemplate the wisdom of adjourning for a very lengthy lunch break, Glorfindel wandered into the office, whistling the tune to an extremely bawdy drinking song. He was even in tune. Elrond stared. "Ah, good morning, Glorfindel."
"Good morning, Elrond!" Glorfindel replied genially. "Shall we get to work on that armory budget?"
Now Elrond was starting to suspect that Glorfindel had either been kidnapped and impersonated, or possessed. He practically needed to hold the blond warrior at swordpoint to get him to so much as look at a ledger sheet. He claimed that the numbers gave him a headache. "You seem rather... chipper... this morning, Glorfindel."
"And why shouldn't I be?" Glorfindel asked merrily. "It's a beautiful day!"
Elrond glanced out the window again, just to check whether he had hallucinated the view earlier. It was still gray, wet and cold.
Before he could test his captain of the guard for fever or demonic residue, Melpomaen, Erestor's assistant, burst into the room. "Lord Elrond, you have to come now! Master Erestor is sick!"
Elrond immediately rose, alarmed. "Whatever is the matter with him?"
"He was late this morning - late! Master Erestor! - and now he isn't working on the correspondence with Lothlorien, he just keeps staring out the window and sighing! He must be sick!"
Glorfindel looked up from the budget sheet in front of him. "He was perfectly healthy earlier this morning... even energetic, I'd say." One eyebrow tilted upwards suggestively.
"Ah," Elrond said eloquently. That solved a number of mysteries, really.
"Here's your budget," Glorfindel added, dropping the scribbled-out sheet of parchment in front of Elrond. "I think I might go visit Erestor for lunch." He kissed both Elrond and Melpomaen on the cheek in an overflow of excess affection, and waltzed out, singing to himself.
"Lord Elrond?" Melpomaen asked, gazing after Glorfindel in confusion.
"Just sit down and don't think about it," Elrond sighed. He picked up the budget and scanned it quickly. All seemed to be in order, wonder of wonders... wait, since when was scented massage oil part of the armory stock? "GLORFINDEL!"
*
"What in the name of Iluvatar...?" Celeborn muttered to himself as he looked over the latest packet of official documents from Rivendell.
"What's the matter, dear?" his wife inquired, leaning over his shoulder to examine the letter in his hands.
It was a sheet of paper completely covered with doodles of Glorfindel's name inside hearts of varying sizes.
"It looks like Erestor's handwriting, but..."
"Oh. That," Galadriel interrupted. "Don't worry about it, darling. It's not important."
"But - "
She cut him off with a kiss. "Really, darling," she repeated, settling into his lap. "Don't worry about it."
As he generally did in such situations, Celeborn decided to simply take his wife's advice. After all, he had more pressing matters to attend to.
Elrond looked out the window of his office and sighed. The sky was a miserable shade of gray, and precipitation that couldn't decide whether it wanted to be fog, drizzle or a very light snow-flurry only added to the general gloom. Glorfindel, unsurprisingly, was late for a meeting. Glorfindel hated rain - hated any weather that wasn't sunny, really - but worst of all, he loathed the uncertain, waiting feeling that accompanied wet, cloudy days. Better an honest thunderstorm, he would always say, scowling. Working with him in bad weather was an unholy bitch.
Just as Elrond began to contemplate the wisdom of adjourning for a very lengthy lunch break, Glorfindel wandered into the office, whistling the tune to an extremely bawdy drinking song. He was even in tune. Elrond stared. "Ah, good morning, Glorfindel."
"Good morning, Elrond!" Glorfindel replied genially. "Shall we get to work on that armory budget?"
Now Elrond was starting to suspect that Glorfindel had either been kidnapped and impersonated, or possessed. He practically needed to hold the blond warrior at swordpoint to get him to so much as look at a ledger sheet. He claimed that the numbers gave him a headache. "You seem rather... chipper... this morning, Glorfindel."
"And why shouldn't I be?" Glorfindel asked merrily. "It's a beautiful day!"
Elrond glanced out the window again, just to check whether he had hallucinated the view earlier. It was still gray, wet and cold.
Before he could test his captain of the guard for fever or demonic residue, Melpomaen, Erestor's assistant, burst into the room. "Lord Elrond, you have to come now! Master Erestor is sick!"
Elrond immediately rose, alarmed. "Whatever is the matter with him?"
"He was late this morning - late! Master Erestor! - and now he isn't working on the correspondence with Lothlorien, he just keeps staring out the window and sighing! He must be sick!"
Glorfindel looked up from the budget sheet in front of him. "He was perfectly healthy earlier this morning... even energetic, I'd say." One eyebrow tilted upwards suggestively.
"Ah," Elrond said eloquently. That solved a number of mysteries, really.
"Here's your budget," Glorfindel added, dropping the scribbled-out sheet of parchment in front of Elrond. "I think I might go visit Erestor for lunch." He kissed both Elrond and Melpomaen on the cheek in an overflow of excess affection, and waltzed out, singing to himself.
"Lord Elrond?" Melpomaen asked, gazing after Glorfindel in confusion.
"Just sit down and don't think about it," Elrond sighed. He picked up the budget and scanned it quickly. All seemed to be in order, wonder of wonders... wait, since when was scented massage oil part of the armory stock? "GLORFINDEL!"
*
"What in the name of Iluvatar...?" Celeborn muttered to himself as he looked over the latest packet of official documents from Rivendell.
"What's the matter, dear?" his wife inquired, leaning over his shoulder to examine the letter in his hands.
It was a sheet of paper completely covered with doodles of Glorfindel's name inside hearts of varying sizes.
"It looks like Erestor's handwriting, but..."
"Oh. That," Galadriel interrupted. "Don't worry about it, darling. It's not important."
"But - "
She cut him off with a kiss. "Really, darling," she repeated, settling into his lap. "Don't worry about it."
As he generally did in such situations, Celeborn decided to simply take his wife's advice. After all, he had more pressing matters to attend to.
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Date: 2005-12-20 01:04 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-02-02 08:08 pm (UTC)Besides! It was only a suggestion. I hardly want to force you into writing things you aren't comfortable with. Like, um, het, eheh.
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Date: 2006-02-03 03:06 am (UTC)hehe. I should really get over the het thing. Sooner or later I'll probably be having het sex, not just writing about it...
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Date: 2006-02-12 08:35 am (UTC)Yeah, it's a bit concerning that you have such an aversion to it. I myself am bored stiff by it. Perhaps it's because it represents the norm, and fandom-wise we just like to hunt out something a little different (not to mention unobtainable since I'm quite certain that neither of us are going to have a sex change any time soon).
Or it could just be that kissing boys are sexy. Pure *cough* and simple. Sort of related: have you ever seen Y tu mama tambien or something like that? I have no Spanish skills, I'm sorry.
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Date: 2006-02-12 12:46 pm (UTC)I shall remain unattainable and asexual until I find the man (or woman) who can make me change my mind and flirtatious ways! HURRAH!
I saw it with my MOTHER. ~shudders~
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Date: 2006-03-05 09:23 am (UTC)...see previous comment regarding trips to England/Massachusetts.
Oh dear lord, that must have been interesting! Massive hugs of sympathy from this corner. Oh yes.
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Date: 2006-03-05 06:56 pm (UTC)i was FOURTEEN. I'm now scarred for life.