Word count: 1140/1140
Pairings: Glorfindel/?, Lindir/?
Warnings: nothing up to now
Summary: A simple April Fool joke has far worse consequences than Glorfindel intended.

AN: Not betaed, because if I get it betaed I need about 36237 years to get it posted, meaning never. besides I don't think my English is so bad that it is unreadable.


Glorfindel quickly pulled his hands away as the pile of documents was slammed onto his desk, at the place where his fingers had been just a moment ago. Raising his eyes to his attacker he instantly drew back even more as he saw the elf glaring at him, eyes burning with a cold fire.

Lindir turned away from him just a moment later and left the room without a second glance, robes flying. All Glorfindel could do was to stare after him, mouth opened wide in astonishment.

"I thought you were friends?" the elf on the other side of the room inquired, staring at the door with the same astonishment as his companion.

Glorfindel shook his head in confusion. "We were. I mean… we are friends. At least I think so…"

"If you are… why is Lindir trying to cripple you with a pile of documents on..." Erestor bent forward to pick up one of the papers, casting a quick glance on it, "... the egg production rate of our hens. What do you have to do with that anyway?"

Glorfindel pulled up his shoulders, shrugging off the question. "I don't know," Glorfindel answered the first question, feeling completely at loss about the whole matter. "There's absolutely no reason why he should act like that. It's not like we argued about anything recently. We had a pretty good time together at the pub just a few days ago." He tore his gaze away from the door he had been staring at and looked helplessly at Erestor. "I have no idea."

"Milk?" Erestor asked, leafing through the documents Lindir had brought. "First eggs, now milk... Cheese! I always thought you were the captain of the guard, why are the agricultural products of any business to you?"

"No idea," Glorfindel answered, getting annoyed with the advisor's interest in his documents. "Erestor! Please! What did I do to him?"

"How should I know?" Erestor still scanned Glorfindel's papers. "Now look at this!" He burst out laughing, pointing to one of them. "Seriously. Why do you get them? Shouldn't it be my job to take care of-"

He was cut of abruptly as Glorfindel angrily bent forward and jerked everything out of Erestor's hands. "Could you please concentrate on the matter at hand? What could possibly have happened to Lindir to piss him off like that?"

"Well, what did you do to him?" Erestor asked forthright. "You need to have done something or Lindir wouldn't be like this. He certainly isn't angry with me"

"But I did absolutely nothing to him. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. Save for..." Glorfindel's voice trailed off, his brow furrowed in deep thought, as something came to his mind.

"Save for what?" Erestor inquired, urging Glorfindel to continue to speak.

"I played an April Fool prank on him, but that certainly wasn't anything he'd need to be so upset about. He's used to that kind of things; we do it all the time." Glorfindel slowly shook his head, lost in his thoughts.

"Well..." Erestor waited for Glorfindel continue, but the blond was still staring at the door, wondering what the hell had happened. "What did you do?" he finally asked, drawing Glorfindel out of his daydreams.

"What I did? Nothing bad, really." He started to giggle softly as he thought back to that day. "I pretended to be in love with him. I followed him around the whole day, told him how much I loved him and that I wanted to marry him." A grin appeared in Glorfindel's face. "He really believed it. He was so pissed when I told him it was all a joke."

Erestor just stared at him, not quite believing anybody could be so dumb. Glorfindel certainly was a skilled and intelligent elf, but sadly enough this intelligence didn't show when it came to social matters. "Tell me you did not do that."

"Err..." The look Erestor was giving him suggested the advisor did not like the whole matter at all. "It's really nothing, don't worry. We play pranks like that on each other all the time. It wouldn't bother him like that."

"Oh Glorfindel." Erestor slapped his hand over his face, shaking his in astonishment. "Seriously, Glorfindel. You can't tell me you never noticed."

Glorfindel blinked at his in confusion, not quite sure what he was supposed to have noticed about his best friend. "What... exactly should I have noticed?"

Erestor sighed loudly, before looking straight into his friend's face, willing the other to see what he had overlooked for so long. "Did you never see it? How he acts around you? What he feels for you? It's so obvious."

"What he... feels."

"Yes." Erestor waited for realization to set in, but Glorfindel was still just staring at the advisor in utter confusion, unable to make the connection between his prank and Lindir's feelings.

"Glorfindel," Erestor said very slowly, trying to make sure the other one fully understood the meaning of his words. "He's in love with you."

Glorfindel nodded slowly, hearing the words, but his shocked mind needed a few moments to understand their full meaning. "He's... what?!"

"He's in love with you," Erestor repeated impatiently. "He loves you. And then you come along and act like you return his feelings and want to spend your life with him, only to completely destroy any hopes he had." Erestor stared at his friend, eyebrows raised, wondering if he understood Lindir's behaviour now. "Do you realize why he is so upset now?"

Glorfindel's gaze travelled from Erestor to the door through which Lindir had vanished and back to the advisor, the expression on his face changing to one of shock as realization sank in. "Oh shit," he finally said.

"Yeah," Erestor agreed. "I'm really curious how you're going to fix that. He's not going to forgive you easily. You hurt him deeply."

"Fuck." Glorfindel sat back in his chair, hanging limply in it like a dead body, staring at the door. "I didn't know!" he tried to defend himself weakly.

"I'm sure that will make him feel much better," Erestor commented sarcastically.

Glorfindel moaned loudly, burying his face in his hands. "It was only supposed to be an April Fool prank. I never wanted to hurt him."

"Are you I am the one you should be telling that and not him?" Erestor asked softly, nodding towards the open door.

"He's going to kill me. With his bare hands."

"He is," Erestor agreed. "And as a renowned and noble warrior you should face him bravely and die an honourable death."

Glorfindel just moaned, feeling utterly guilty. Finally he rose from his chair, wincing as he thought about a confrontation with Lindir. "I'm so dead.

Erestor sniffed sadly at the prospect and wiped an imaginary tear from his cheek. "I'll put a flower on your grave."