The heat never bothered him anyway.

AN: A direct follow-up of the last chapter.


It is, again, another impossibly hot day, so much so that King Turgon has to announce an early end of the council meeting. There are still important matters not yet discussed or reached a consensus, but the room is growing more stuffy and unbreathable, and it wouldn't hurt to resume the discussion on a more pleasant day. As soon as all eleven lords stand up and file out of the council hall, Duilin produces a feather folding fan which he then flaps in utter abandon, all the while wiping off the sweat collected at his hair line.

"You do amaze me sometimes, Lord Ecthelion" he says between heavy breaths, "as who else would be able to wear a mandarin collar in such weather?"

Ecthelion looks down at the extra high and stiff collar that he desperately wishes not to have around his neck before shooting a grinning Glorfindel a deadly glare. He will have to make the blond pay for this… Ecthelion turns to Duilin with a smirk, "This heat is nothing compared to what he will have to endure later." He flashes Glorfindel one last wicked glare before joining the other lords to leave the palace, leaving behind a puzzled Duilin and an amused Glorfindel.