Rating : Might be G. Nothing naughty in here.

Warnings : Might be *Slash* in the future but I don't really know yet.

Disclaimer : Characters and locations belong to J.R.R. Tolkien

Arrow in my heart

It is just another winter day in rivendell, when I wake with a start out of a real strange dream I can't even remember. Things like that happen way to often too me since I returned from that wretched ring quest, that I wake confused though there is no obvious reason and with the feeling of a bad blue funk still lingering about. I can tell you, that feeling really motivates you big time to get out of bed with a relaxed smile.

This morning is even worse than usual. The sky doesn't look too much like the sky but rather like molten iron with black smoke patches and the rain is driving down in icy sheets. Just like the last days and weeks and so on. You get the picture, I'm pissed. You can't go out for once without being soaked in that liquid ice and have a hell of headache afterwards. Rain for six weeks straight drives the most patient elf to the edge. And I'm not even patient. Being inside is at the moment not really better than being outside, 'cause lordi elrond decided to cut the costs for wood, so he can spend more on his already huge collection of rags. That means for everyone else that there are no fires in the grates unless you go out and find some dry wood, which is way too much effort for my taste and adding to that also pretty impossible. So all rooms just stay cold and draughty and with a nice rush of fresh air through them. I decided that I will be cutting my household costs by curling up in my bed under a lot of blankets and hibernate.

Oh, I just forgot to tell you why I'm here of all places, because I was complaining about elronds saving plans, right. Anyway, in two days will be Aragorns and Arwens wedding, the best and most important wedding in rivendell since his highness himself got chained ,of course. ~*~ and isn't it ironic, don't you think . it's like rain on your wedding day ~*~ All the fuss about that special, special day is only the top of the iceberg. Of course, I'm expected to ~give~ them something in return for being invited for this ~you know~. And I understand fully that you should support the financially harassed folks of rivendell . haha, I should give them a nice stack of wet wood cut by myself or a piece of paper saying: 'By return of this coupon legolas tailors nice robes for the lord of imladris and his poor people.' Boy, this is annoying, I don't have a clue what I can give them without making my opinion about this too public. Damn it. While I am still pondering about the present-matter there was a soft knock on the door.

'Enter', I said extra-gravely to show that I just had my funny five minutes. The door swings open and glorfindel, lord of rivendell and my 'world's least favorite person', stepped into the room. Glorfindel is my w.l.f.p for exactly two reasons: reason one, glorfindel is more powerful than I am, even though my title says 'prince of mirkwood' but what good does that to me if I'm blessed last in the f**king line? Glorfindel at least got something to say and even lord vain of rivendell listened to his advice. And who listens to me? Well, you can guess the answer. Pretty much no one. I state at this part of the story that I'm not ~envying~ glorfindel, it's just not fair. The second reason is that everybody certainly thinks elves are all kinda gay or at least don't mind that. Well, I don't, not really, but I mind that this thinking brings the fact with it, that everybody thinks ~I am gay~ and that is the part that makes me sick. You might have wondered, that I'm, even though I'm not too excited about the 'most important wedding' in a 2000 years, I'm not thinking about arwen jealously and I'm not plotting a way to chain aragorn to me. I'm on purpose not saying 'getting aragorn back', I've got nothing to hide, and least of all things a relationship with aragorn. I guess, I'll have a chance later this fic to point out my thoughts about aragorn, anyway. Where was I? Oh, yeah, glorfindel . He does a lot to feed the fire of the ~all elves are at least AC/DC~rumor, because he's been chasing haldir with everyone knowing for quite some time now and that's why I don't fancy to see him around (or still being alive). Glorfindel still stands in the door way, for quite some time now and I think he is waiting for me to stop revealing his love labors and explain my aversion to you and turn my attention to him instead. So, here we go .

'What's the matter ?', I ask him.

'No niin, the lord of imladris noticed that you are the only one who still didn't get a present for his daughter and her future husband and he wants a word with you .'

right. As I don't know, who we're talking about here, he of course has to use 'lord elronds daughter and her future husband' instead of a simple arwen and aragorn. That wouldn't sound half as important.

'when ?'

'Right now. I see you are still in bed and I'm supposed to take you to him, so I guess I'm gonna help you a bit to get ready quick.'

No! no! no! Eeeeww, keep your hands of me. Can I afford offending him badly? I guess not. Sh*t.

'If you think so,' I say instead with a smile that feels a lot like a grimace.

A second later glorfindel ushers me out of my bed and into the bathroom, while I can hear him making my bed outside. Eew, is he contagious ? Probably yes. O my god, somebody owes me big for this ! I don't take too long in the shower, in case he'd come and look for me. When I amble out the bathroom, very tightly wrapped up in a towel, glorfindel has already put out some clothes. Of course the sexiest and most see-through ones I own, but all right. As long as his hands remain where they are while they are supposed to be fixing my braids I'm not begruding him the sight of me in see-through clothing.

I put those robes on, with glorfindel looking away, ever so coy, with his eyes cast down, and then it hits me. I'm kind of nice to him. No! He~is~contagious ! Expose me to haldir and I will probably start drooling over him. Aaaahh! Noooo ! Right, I got it, I'm cool. Glorfindel seats me in front of the mirror and starts messing about with my hair. I'm looking at him working in the mirror, his dark golden hair swishing about like a veil , the chocolate eyes narrowed, the sexy-shaped lips just a thin line while he's concentrating on doing it right. (Note here : I'm not envying HIM !) Yeah, cut this out. Of course he is beautiful and sexy and everything . but that doesn't mean that I have to think ~that~mawkish stuff about him. Where would that end? Just forget about this, I slipped. Anyway, he ~was~ looking pretty good while was working on my braids. And it is not as bad, as I thought, because I don't have the urge to knock him out and run away.

'Okay, ready to go ?' glorfindel says after some time.

'S'pose so .' I'm still pretty confused that it wasn't all that horrible. Well, still, that doesn't mean that I like glorfindel any better than before. And if I would I wouldn't tell you.

He leads me up the staircases through a lot of mazed corridors and a number of lord elronds dressing halls. My, my, my, that guy owns enough stuff to clothe whole Middle Earth! If he'd notice if I'd just borrow one of those . wow, garter belts and fishnet stockings? Glorfindel notices that I stopped and returns to stare in wonder and amazement at the same thing I discovered just a second before.

'Bloody awesome! And I never knew ! Do you think he would lend them ?' he asks.

'That's what I've been thinking. I guess he would if we don't tell where we got them .'

Glorfindel goggles at me with an expression that I'm not able to read. It could be surprise, but I suppose it's closer to a nice shock. What did I say? I was thinking about lending a few fishnet stockings of lord elronds generous supply? No wonder that his fantasy goes round about on a rollercoaster.

'You . you thought about . I mean . You hate everything that could . and still .!'

Ah, he lost his marbles. He keeps spluttering a while like this and I can't really make sense of it, but I badly suspect that he wants to express that he's never thought I would lend stuff like that because I seem to hate the thought of all elves and so on .

'Legolas . you're sure that you're out of bounds for guys like me ?'

'Pretty sure. And anyway, it was a joke !'

Glorfindel looks confused and there is this fire in his eyes that I most certainly don't like. He looks like he's considering if he should try to kiss me. Holy Mary and Joseph and the shepherds and the star ! Now get him out of here and that quickly !

'Lord Glorfindel, I think we should better go. You said that Lordi . uh, wait I meant .'

That jerks him out of his thoughts and his dreamy eyes are now cold like ice. Was he kindling hopes . hopes that I would be prey for him ??? Oh god, this day is a pure catastrophe !

'You meant lord elrond, I know. I know that you don't think too highly of him or anybody except you . and we really have to go now.'

Thank god. He leads me on through more chambers stuffed with clothes and I see a lot of interesting and sexy things that would most certainly make glorfindel try and kiss me so I dare not stop again. All too soon we are in front of lord elronds study and glorfindel bows. Wait a second, all too soon? I can be happy that I don't need to be with that guy anymore. Lucky me. Right. He looks at me, waiting for me to bow as well, but I don't. I just look at him completely confused and notice that I'm moving my lips without really saying anything. Bloody hell, what must he be thinking ! Hey, I don't care what he is thinking, why should I ? An eternity silence and then

'I take it you know your way from here .' he says smiling and leaves.