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meretriculaI was inspired. By the take-home Calculus test I really don't want to do. =)
Glorfindel wandered down the halls of Rivendell in the general direction of his room. It was some obscenely early hour of the morning, a well-earned headache throbbed dully behind his temples, and a disgustingly smug grin had taken up residence on his lips. The latest in his series of conquests among the ladies-in-waiting had thrown him out for making one too many suggestive comments in his drunken haze, but it did little to dampen Glorfindel's cheer. He did so enjoy a challenge.
"If all the world and love were young, and truth in every shepherd's tongue," he sang softly to himself, "these pretty pleasures might - Good morning, Counselor Erestor!"
"Hmmm?" Erestor turned to stare at him blankly, and Glorfindel felt his good mood slipping away, replaced by worry. Erestor's cheeks were flushed, his hair disheveled, and his eyes strangely glazed over.
"Sweet Eru, Erestor, are you drunk?" Glorfindel demanded in disbelief. He'd never so much as seen Elrond's advisor slightly tipsy.
"Oh... good morning, Glorf..." Erestor swayed once and crumpled to the floor.
"Erestor!" Glorfindel immediately dropped to his knees beside the counselor. His breath was coming shallowly and too rapidly for comfort, and his forehead, when Glorfindel laid the back of his hand over it, was warm. Glorfindel cursed, all ladies-in-waiting forgotten, and scooped Erestor up into his arms, intent on carrying him to Elrond.
*
"Lord Elrond, are you awake?" Glorfindel yelled, pounding on his door. He was forced to stop briefly as his precarious one-armed grip on Erestor started to slip, and Elrond opened the door, sleep-tousled and furious.
"Strange as it may sound, Glorfindel, I was asleep... is that Erestor?"
"I don't know what's wrong with him," Glorfindel explained, biting his lip. "He collapsed in the middle of the hall. I thought he might be drunk..."
Elrond placed a slender hand on Erestor's flushed cheek to check his temperature, and rolled his eyes. "He's not drunk, Glorfindel, he's sick. Carry him into my spare bedroom, please. I keep most of my medical supplies in there."
Glorfindel obediently followed Elrond into the next room and set his light-weight burden down on the bed. Erestor tossed his head on the pillow, his hair tangling around his face. Feeling oddly compassionate, Glorfindel smoothed the messy locks behind Erestor's ears. "Will he be all right?" he asked, still looking down at Erestor instead of Elrond.
Elrond made a low sound of disgust. "In a week or so, if he rests properly. He always overworks, and he always gets sick, and then he always ruins his recovery trying to go back to work too soon." He sighed, and came to sit on the edge of the bed beside Glorfindel, gazing down at Erestor worriedly. "He never listens to me." He pressed his lips together, then leaned forward to kiss Erestor's forehead gently.
"More to you than to anyone else," Glorfindel laughed, an unfamiliar sensation building in the pit of his stomach. "But if you're sure he'll be fine, I should go get changed and get to work." Elrond glanced over at him, finally noticed that he was still wearing the previous night's outfit, and raised an eyebrow in eloquent silence. Glorfindel grinned sheepishly and turned to leave.
When he reached the doorway, he looked back. Erestor's eyes had opened, although they were still dazed, and he was mumbling nonsense - probably about the cleaning budget, Glorfindel thought uncharitably, annoyed for no real reason. As Elrond tried to press Erestor back down on the bed, the counselor's fever-bright eyes met Glorfindel's. Erestor smiled suddenly, and allowed Elrond to push his head down to the pillow. Glorfindel, abruptly aware that his heart was pounding, hurried out of the room.
"Um... Lord Elrond?"
Elrond looked up from his desk and smiled. "What can I do for you, Captain?"
Glorfindel twisted his hands together behind his back. "How is Erestor doing?" he blurted
"He'll be back to work in no time at all," Elrond said reassuringly. "You've seen him at meals yourself. He's as cranky and crabby and self-sufficient as ever."
"Oh. Um. Good."
Elrond waited, but Glorfindel did not continue. "Was there anything else you wanted to talk to me about, Glorfindel?"
"No! I mean, um, yes, sort of." Glorfindel took a deep breath, and finally rushed out, "I think I'm sick."
Elrond looked down to hide his smile, then got to his feet and walked around his desk to stand in front of Glorfindel. "What are your symptoms?"
"Well, I keep feeling short of breath, and my heart starts beating really hard, even when I haven't been exercising. And I feel dizzy sometimes, and I feel hot even when I know the temperature is perfectly normal. Oh, and one of the maids tells me I look flushed a lot of the time, like I have a fever."
"And those are all your symptoms?"
"I think so," Glorfindel said, puzzled by Elrond's stern look.
"Is there any common thread linking them together? Say, they all happen whenever you see a certain person?"
"How did you - " Glorfindel caught himself, went red, and looked at the floor.
"I can't diagnose you properly if you don't tell me everything," Elrond reprimanded him mildly. He placed his hands on Glorfindel's shoulders firmly and gazed straight into the blond's eyes. "Hmm. Well, do you want my professional opinion?"
"I wouldn't be here if I didn't," Glorfindel muttered sulkily.
Elrond's mouth twitched, and he stood on tip-toe to kiss Glorfindel's cheek. He would have aimed for the forehead, but even when Glorfindel was slouching, as he was at the moment, he couldn't reach. "I'm afraid it's a rather serious condition, although it's not fatal. I've no cure for you, my dear Captain."
"Hey! You're just going to say I have a serious condition and then tell me you can't treat it?"
Elrond laughed. "Oh, Glorfindel. I can't treat you for this." He caught Glorfindel's face between his hands, forcing the captain to look him in the eye. "Glorfindel, you're in love."
Glorfindel wandered down the halls of Rivendell in the general direction of his room. It was some obscenely early hour of the morning, a well-earned headache throbbed dully behind his temples, and a disgustingly smug grin had taken up residence on his lips. The latest in his series of conquests among the ladies-in-waiting had thrown him out for making one too many suggestive comments in his drunken haze, but it did little to dampen Glorfindel's cheer. He did so enjoy a challenge.
"If all the world and love were young, and truth in every shepherd's tongue," he sang softly to himself, "these pretty pleasures might - Good morning, Counselor Erestor!"
"Hmmm?" Erestor turned to stare at him blankly, and Glorfindel felt his good mood slipping away, replaced by worry. Erestor's cheeks were flushed, his hair disheveled, and his eyes strangely glazed over.
"Sweet Eru, Erestor, are you drunk?" Glorfindel demanded in disbelief. He'd never so much as seen Elrond's advisor slightly tipsy.
"Oh... good morning, Glorf..." Erestor swayed once and crumpled to the floor.
"Erestor!" Glorfindel immediately dropped to his knees beside the counselor. His breath was coming shallowly and too rapidly for comfort, and his forehead, when Glorfindel laid the back of his hand over it, was warm. Glorfindel cursed, all ladies-in-waiting forgotten, and scooped Erestor up into his arms, intent on carrying him to Elrond.
*
"Lord Elrond, are you awake?" Glorfindel yelled, pounding on his door. He was forced to stop briefly as his precarious one-armed grip on Erestor started to slip, and Elrond opened the door, sleep-tousled and furious.
"Strange as it may sound, Glorfindel, I was asleep... is that Erestor?"
"I don't know what's wrong with him," Glorfindel explained, biting his lip. "He collapsed in the middle of the hall. I thought he might be drunk..."
Elrond placed a slender hand on Erestor's flushed cheek to check his temperature, and rolled his eyes. "He's not drunk, Glorfindel, he's sick. Carry him into my spare bedroom, please. I keep most of my medical supplies in there."
Glorfindel obediently followed Elrond into the next room and set his light-weight burden down on the bed. Erestor tossed his head on the pillow, his hair tangling around his face. Feeling oddly compassionate, Glorfindel smoothed the messy locks behind Erestor's ears. "Will he be all right?" he asked, still looking down at Erestor instead of Elrond.
Elrond made a low sound of disgust. "In a week or so, if he rests properly. He always overworks, and he always gets sick, and then he always ruins his recovery trying to go back to work too soon." He sighed, and came to sit on the edge of the bed beside Glorfindel, gazing down at Erestor worriedly. "He never listens to me." He pressed his lips together, then leaned forward to kiss Erestor's forehead gently.
"More to you than to anyone else," Glorfindel laughed, an unfamiliar sensation building in the pit of his stomach. "But if you're sure he'll be fine, I should go get changed and get to work." Elrond glanced over at him, finally noticed that he was still wearing the previous night's outfit, and raised an eyebrow in eloquent silence. Glorfindel grinned sheepishly and turned to leave.
When he reached the doorway, he looked back. Erestor's eyes had opened, although they were still dazed, and he was mumbling nonsense - probably about the cleaning budget, Glorfindel thought uncharitably, annoyed for no real reason. As Elrond tried to press Erestor back down on the bed, the counselor's fever-bright eyes met Glorfindel's. Erestor smiled suddenly, and allowed Elrond to push his head down to the pillow. Glorfindel, abruptly aware that his heart was pounding, hurried out of the room.
"Um... Lord Elrond?"
Elrond looked up from his desk and smiled. "What can I do for you, Captain?"
Glorfindel twisted his hands together behind his back. "How is Erestor doing?" he blurted
"He'll be back to work in no time at all," Elrond said reassuringly. "You've seen him at meals yourself. He's as cranky and crabby and self-sufficient as ever."
"Oh. Um. Good."
Elrond waited, but Glorfindel did not continue. "Was there anything else you wanted to talk to me about, Glorfindel?"
"No! I mean, um, yes, sort of." Glorfindel took a deep breath, and finally rushed out, "I think I'm sick."
Elrond looked down to hide his smile, then got to his feet and walked around his desk to stand in front of Glorfindel. "What are your symptoms?"
"Well, I keep feeling short of breath, and my heart starts beating really hard, even when I haven't been exercising. And I feel dizzy sometimes, and I feel hot even when I know the temperature is perfectly normal. Oh, and one of the maids tells me I look flushed a lot of the time, like I have a fever."
"And those are all your symptoms?"
"I think so," Glorfindel said, puzzled by Elrond's stern look.
"Is there any common thread linking them together? Say, they all happen whenever you see a certain person?"
"How did you - " Glorfindel caught himself, went red, and looked at the floor.
"I can't diagnose you properly if you don't tell me everything," Elrond reprimanded him mildly. He placed his hands on Glorfindel's shoulders firmly and gazed straight into the blond's eyes. "Hmm. Well, do you want my professional opinion?"
"I wouldn't be here if I didn't," Glorfindel muttered sulkily.
Elrond's mouth twitched, and he stood on tip-toe to kiss Glorfindel's cheek. He would have aimed for the forehead, but even when Glorfindel was slouching, as he was at the moment, he couldn't reach. "I'm afraid it's a rather serious condition, although it's not fatal. I've no cure for you, my dear Captain."
"Hey! You're just going to say I have a serious condition and then tell me you can't treat it?"
Elrond laughed. "Oh, Glorfindel. I can't treat you for this." He caught Glorfindel's face between his hands, forcing the captain to look him in the eye. "Glorfindel, you're in love."
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Date: 2006-02-26 06:55 pm (UTC)...you're lucky I'm in Maine. Or all of Boston would be deafened. As it is, there are only about ten people within a 20 mile radius of me, so they are the only ones in torment.
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