Title: Musings on Rumpled Parchment

Rating: PG for well… just in case.

Characters: Glorfindel and Erestor

Summary: Glorfindel is bored out of his mind. Erestor just wants to finish his work. You read to find out the rest. And yes, its comical…

A/N: This piece is to express my happiness at the fact that we now have a  section for Glorfindel and to protest the fact that we yet to have one for my personal favorite character, Erestor. Just one part. Deal with it.

Insanity must have been a disease. Something that only spread in the quiet valley of Imladris. Insane mutterings to be exact as well as the ability to talk to yourself and not realize when someone else has entered the room. So it was that we found our hero… well… more like our angsty little angstmuffin.

Erestor was bent diligently over a piece of paper. It was half crumpled and the writing was smeared with something. Ten years ago, the advisor may have guessed it to be simply water, but now, with years more of experience, he knew it to be white wine.

Glorfindel's white wine.

The crumpled piece of smeared paper that Erestor was attempting to read was in fact the border watch log. It was poorly written to begin with, but now literally illegible. Hours of staring at it couldn't decifer it. He should give up. He knew it. The little voice in his head was telling him to…

"Would you stop trying to read that and assume for once? We would have been back in a frenzy if there was one sign of an Orc on the borders." Glorfindel's voice cut clearly through the room, causing Erestor to nearly jump out of his skin.

"Don't surprise me like that! Now tell me, what in the world does this say?" The scholar stood, taking the piece of paper and crossing the room to the doorway where the other Elf stood. He stuffed it into the blonde's hand.

"It says that we didn't see anything so we stayed up all night and took out my secret stash of wine. Then it gives a short apology as to the stains, and finally records how many people had stuffed it into their pockets on the way back with a small tally chart. See?" He pointed out each area of the paper before walking over to the desk and setting it down once more. He opened a drawer and took out a bottle. "Care for some?" Erestor looked closely at what it was.

Glorfindel's white wine.

So that's where his secret stash was.