meretricula | six point six six seven percent to go!

(yup, more 30 Kisses)

"GLORFINDEL!"

Glorfindel looked up, only mildly curious, at Erestor's furious howl and the slam of the door as it was shut behind the advancing advisor. "Yes, dear?"

"YOUR MINION HAS SEDUCED MY SECRETARY! PRODUCE HIM FORTHWITH SO I MAY GUT HIM LIKE THE SNAKE HE IS!"

Glorfindel blinked. "I have minions?"

Erestor made a sound normally only emitted by boiling teakettles. "Get your blond minstrel friend out here this instant. I will discuss semantics with you after I castrate him."

"He's Elrond's minstrel when he's doing something useful, he's my minion whenever he annoys you," Glorfindel muttered under his breath. "I don't know where Lindir is, Erestor. Have you considered checking with Melpomaen?"

Erestor's face went red with badly suppressed rage. "How long have you known about them?"

"If you mean by 'them' the fact that they're sleeping together, about a week. They've hardly been the souls of discretion, darling."

"Very well," Erestor hissed. "But if that wretch of a hack songwriter breaks Melpomaen's heart, you are not sleeping in my bed, Glorfindel, do I make myself clear?"

"If Lindir breaks Melpomaen's heart, I will go and smash his fingers myself," Glorfindel said soothingly.

Erestor glared. "I am going to go find Melpomaen," he announced coldly, and stormed out of the room.

"Is he gone?" came a voice from under Glorfindel's desk.

"Yes, you half-wit," Glorfindel replied wearily. "Get out, please."

"You could have been a little more protective of your friend, you know," Lindir said as he crawled out from beneath the desk. "Offering to break my fingers wasn't very nice."

"I said I'd hide you from Erestor today. I never said anything about sacrificing my love-life for yours. Did you have to go and sleep with Melpomaen?" Glorfindel demanded. "Anyone else in the Valley would have been a safer choice. Mordor, Elrond would have been a safer choice."

"Yes," Lindir said dreamily. "His hair is like the night sky when the stars are out, and his skin is soft as silk and pale as cream. His eyes are bright as gemstones - I composed a song to them - "

"Shut up. Please. Hiding you from Erestor's wrath is one thing; listening to your trite love-ballads is another. And Melpomaen's eyes are brown."

"Such a plebeian word could never describe his orbs of delight!" Lindir protested passionately. "Say rather chestnut, mahogany, mere shades warmer and lighter than ebony..."

Glorfindel put his head on his desk and his hands over his ears. The things he went through for friendship.

*

Erestor slipped into bed beside Glorfindel long after his lover had turned in. Glorfindel nuzzled at him, half-asleep, before opening his eyes. "Did you talk to Melpomaen?" he asked, yawning.

"Mmm. Yes. For the moment, I shall leave Lindir's elfhood intact."

"Oh, good," Glorfindel sighed. "Imagine how much more unpleasant all those high-pitched love songs would be if he were singing soprano."

"Be quiet," Erestor ordered, and kissed him to enforce it.

"Is this going to be a problem?" Glorfindel mused, some time later, his arms wrapped securely around his lover as they curled up on messy sheets. "That my friend and your student are together, I mean."

"I don't think so," Erestor replied sleepily. "I was overreacting today. I'll try not to let them affect us too much."

"I like it when they affect us like this," Glorfindel remarked suggestively. Erestor groped behind his back for a pillow, whacked Glorfindel with it half-heartedly, and cuddled up against the blond as he dozed off to sleep.

It occurs to me that more of these snippets start with "GLORFINDEL" than is really proper. Alas, I don't really care. ^^;;