and NOW i am halfway done
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meretriculahurrah! doin' pretty good for a fandom I thought had died in my head. what can I say, those elves are too damn cute to ignore for long.
Glorfindel crept down the hall with unusual stealth, given that he generally announced his arrival from a good thirty feet away with loud, off-key whistling. He'd sustained what he had indignantly informed Elrond was nothing even close to a serious injury and had been confined by his mother-hennish lord to a week's worth of bed-rest. Glorfindel hated bed-rest. It was dull. Thus, as soon as dark fell, he made his escape from the Halls of Healing (which, aside from being boring as Erestor's minutes of council meetings, also smelled unpleasantly of some pungent herb) and headed for his rooms, from whence, once ensconced, nothing short of a siege could remove him.
The sound of an almost painfully tuneless lullaby distracted him from his quest, and Glorfindel paused outside the doorway of the twins' nursery, wondering which of the chamber maids could possibly have such a poor sense of pitch. It certainly wasn't one of Celebrian's ladies-in-waiting; they were all frighteningly accomplished and could sing beautifully, embroider tastefully, paint pretty little pastoral scenes, and speak several languages. On the whole, Glorfindel found ladies-in-waiting to be useless wastes of space, and preferred the chambermaids, who at least possessed some sort of viable skill. He doubted any of the fine elven ladies of Rivendell could scrub a floor.
Even for a chambermaid, the voice was low, and unfamiliar. Glorfindel's eyes brightened at the thought of a new chambermaid (and thus one he had not already despoiled, in the friendliest possible fashion, of her virtue), and pushed the door, left slightly ajar, open wider. He took in the sight before him, and his jaw dropped.
Erestor, Erestor the Dull, Erestor the Heartless, Erestor the Horrendously Supercilious and Annoying, was rocking one of the infant twins in his arms with an expression of outright adoration on his face. Even as Glorfindel watched, agape with shock, the dark-haired Counselor finished his lullaby, kissed the sleeping baby's forehead, and gently tucked him back into the cradle beside his twin. "Shh," he murmured, when the baby whimpered and made as if to stir, "you don't want to wake your brother, do you, Elladan?" He settled into a chair beside the cradle and began to swing the twins' bed slowly back and forth. The cranky twin - Glorfindel couldn't tell them apart, to tell the truth, but if Erestor said it was Elladan he was probably right - quieted down and began sucking his thumb, fast asleep.
Erestor smiled. He had a beautiful smile, really, Glorfindel observed. It was almost a pity he used it so seldom. But then, it was all the more attractive for its rarity, especially if Glorfindel and the baby twins were the only ones to have seen -
Glorfindel cut off this train of thought with a shake of his head, amused by his own flights of fancy. He crept off down the hall once more, as Erestor began singing again.
He really needed to find a new chambermaid. That would stop him from having strange ideas about how pretty Erestor was when he smiled.
in other news: less than two days. hahaha. ifnansuo will start her "not emo, don't like him" chant, I can now chime in with "don't care, not going." it'll be my new sutra. or something.
Glorfindel crept down the hall with unusual stealth, given that he generally announced his arrival from a good thirty feet away with loud, off-key whistling. He'd sustained what he had indignantly informed Elrond was nothing even close to a serious injury and had been confined by his mother-hennish lord to a week's worth of bed-rest. Glorfindel hated bed-rest. It was dull. Thus, as soon as dark fell, he made his escape from the Halls of Healing (which, aside from being boring as Erestor's minutes of council meetings, also smelled unpleasantly of some pungent herb) and headed for his rooms, from whence, once ensconced, nothing short of a siege could remove him.
The sound of an almost painfully tuneless lullaby distracted him from his quest, and Glorfindel paused outside the doorway of the twins' nursery, wondering which of the chamber maids could possibly have such a poor sense of pitch. It certainly wasn't one of Celebrian's ladies-in-waiting; they were all frighteningly accomplished and could sing beautifully, embroider tastefully, paint pretty little pastoral scenes, and speak several languages. On the whole, Glorfindel found ladies-in-waiting to be useless wastes of space, and preferred the chambermaids, who at least possessed some sort of viable skill. He doubted any of the fine elven ladies of Rivendell could scrub a floor.
Even for a chambermaid, the voice was low, and unfamiliar. Glorfindel's eyes brightened at the thought of a new chambermaid (and thus one he had not already despoiled, in the friendliest possible fashion, of her virtue), and pushed the door, left slightly ajar, open wider. He took in the sight before him, and his jaw dropped.
Erestor, Erestor the Dull, Erestor the Heartless, Erestor the Horrendously Supercilious and Annoying, was rocking one of the infant twins in his arms with an expression of outright adoration on his face. Even as Glorfindel watched, agape with shock, the dark-haired Counselor finished his lullaby, kissed the sleeping baby's forehead, and gently tucked him back into the cradle beside his twin. "Shh," he murmured, when the baby whimpered and made as if to stir, "you don't want to wake your brother, do you, Elladan?" He settled into a chair beside the cradle and began to swing the twins' bed slowly back and forth. The cranky twin - Glorfindel couldn't tell them apart, to tell the truth, but if Erestor said it was Elladan he was probably right - quieted down and began sucking his thumb, fast asleep.
Erestor smiled. He had a beautiful smile, really, Glorfindel observed. It was almost a pity he used it so seldom. But then, it was all the more attractive for its rarity, especially if Glorfindel and the baby twins were the only ones to have seen -
Glorfindel cut off this train of thought with a shake of his head, amused by his own flights of fancy. He crept off down the hall once more, as Erestor began singing again.
He really needed to find a new chambermaid. That would stop him from having strange ideas about how pretty Erestor was when he smiled.
in other news: less than two days. hahaha. if
nansuo will start her "not emo, don't like him" chant, I can now chime in with "don't care, not going." it'll be my new sutra. or something.
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Date: 2005-12-13 01:57 am (UTC)all together: dooooooooooon't caaaaaaaaaare, not goooooooooooing
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Date: 2005-12-13 05:21 am (UTC)Throw in fighting and magical skills, and famme fatale-ity, and you've got an instant Caladrielminica-Sue. XDDDDDD
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