A/N: I'm alive, I'm alive, I am so alive. *Sighs* My musical references go largely unnoticed. But all the same! Here is a drabble! I am sick with some kind of flu, and so I have had time to kill when I am not dead asleep with a fever. I was feeling well enough to sit up and post this drabble, which has been sitting in my documents for a while.
Enjoy!
Review replies at the bottom!
A Book:
Erestor looked up from his reading and mustered a deadly glare, directing the stare at the elf in front of him. Glorfindel had his back to him, however, so the look was ineffective. The golden-haired warrior continued singing, and he somehow managed to pace the song to the trot of Asfoloth's gate.
"Could you speak up, Glorfindel? I can't hear you," Erestor said, and he was careful to keep his tone even and his eyes narrowed.
Glorfindel looked over his shoulder and flashed a devious grin. "I mean, if you wish. I was trying not to disturb you. It is probably hard enough reading on a moving animal."
Erestor's cheeks flushed red, his jaw clenching. Reading on a horse wasn't hard at all -his horse had a beautifully smooth gate. "I -Glorfindel you know that's not what I... Bah! Never mind."
Glorfindel raised an eyebrow, and he inhaled deeply, his voice even louder now. The song was unfamiliar to Erestor -it was probably something the elf was coming up with on his own.
"The point is that you are disturbing me!" Erestor snapped. "We have three hours of riding left, and I would like to spend them in peace. I would like to read my book."
"I think our views on peacefulness differ greatly," Glorfindel pointed out with a smirk. He slowed Asfoloth's pace and came to Erestor's side. Erestor refused to look at him. "I, for one, have refrained from talking for the last hour, and I can't take it anymore. It's too tedious."
Erestor rolled his eyes, but couldn't fight a small smile. "Glorfindel, it has only been half an hour."
"And I have things to say," Glorfindel said. "Lots of things."
Erestor withheld a sigh and opened his book -a diary of a man during the Last Alliance. He found his spot immediately and frowned. "Glorfindel, this soldier mentions having mingled with our army. Do you remember that happening?"
Glorfindel frowned. "Vaguely. What I don't understand here, Erestor, is that you're reading a diary of someone talking. A whole narrative in a book, and yet you claim I talk too much."
"It's different," Erestor began, but Glorfindel interrupted him.
"How?"
Erestor's mouth opened uselessly, and his lips pressed into a thin line. "I don't know -it just is."
"I refuse to believe a book holds more importance than me," Glorfindel said, and leaned over and snatched the bound diary from Erestor's hand. The scholar glared at him. "What if I read it to you?"
Erestor's grey eyes widened and he reached for the book, but Glorfindel moved Asfoloth away. The Balrog Slayer flipped to a random page and took a deep breath. "No, Glorfindel, just let-"
"And as the army prepared to move out!" Glorfindel shouted. "I wondered how many of us would survive the coming hour. The soldier's rations were growing smaller by the day."
Erestor turned red and cringed. This was not what he had expected. He buried his face in his hands as his friend continued reading the book out loud. As the story went on, a thought occurred to him; Glorfindel's constant talking and the diaries of long deceased soldiers were two very different things. Glorfindel supplied mostly pointless conversation, and a history book supplied him with important knowledge. But, oddly enough, Glorfindel's over dramatic portrayal of the narrative made him grin.
I may be able to last, Glorfindel, but can you retain your enthusiasm when reading for hours about inedible rations? The thought made him smile and he shook his head. We shall see.
The scholar grabbed his water skin from his saddle bag and sat back to watch. Sometimes, pointless conversations were exciting. Sometimes, a good friend made them worth it.
A/N: So what did everyone think? There was no particular location that they're headed for, since I didn't feel it was very necessary. But I love Glorfindel and Erestor's strong friendship. Sorry if this isn't as good as what it could be. I am still getting back into the swing of things.
Review Replies:
EluredandElurin: At the time I didn't really know Estel's pain. XD I was writing from what I knew of other people, buttt this year I was allergic to pollen and it was just awful. XD At the time I was in high school. I am graduated now! At the time I was studying for finals and writing prompts. XD
MistressofImladris: Thanks! XD I loved the thought of Estel just hatefully glaring at the pollen like some do snow in the winter. XD Thank you for all your reviews!
Celridel: Yeah... allergies are not great. XD
LadyLindariel: Thanks! I find it hard to get some humor mixed with angst, but when someone can find a balance it is enjoyable to read.
AndurilofTolkien: Aw thanks! All in a days work!
I have got a few more drabbles lined up to go, so there won't be too much waiting. In the meantime, I am also working on the next chapter to mine and LadyLindariel's story, A Summer In Rivendell. All who want to read a good story with Elladan and Elrohir, go there. Now I am off to snuggle into my covers with a cup of honey and lemon tea while I fall asleep through an episode of The Great British Baking Show.
~Sonicscrewdriversinmiddleearth
