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Immediately, a strangled yell came from the marchwarden and scared Glorfindel so much he leapt away even faster than he had while battling with the Balrog. He watched next, torn between amusement and slight apology, as Haldir took a step back and spat several times on the ground, clearly trying to erase the horrifying memory.
'It's just a kiss, you know,' Glorfindel offered, trying to pacify Haldir but it just happened to be the wrong thing to say – ah well, lets not blame him for not knowing Haldir well.
'It is NOT just a kiss!' Haldir exploded furiously, 'It's an invasion of one's privacy and mouth!'
'Oh, come on, you should know that male elves do kiss each other,' Glorfindel was unable to hold back his tongue as he retorted, trying to forget the comment about invasion of the mouth.
'Well, I know but I don't!' was followed by a stream of elvish abuse delivered very smoothly in a rage-filled voice.
Glorfindel watched, his eyebrows arched regally, as Haldir spat a few more times on the ground.
'I have no threatening disease,' Glorfindel declared himself healthy and well politely.
'Who knows if you tried kissing the Balrog, I wouldn't put it past you,' came the swift response as Haldir winced at the possibility.
Later on, if Haldir was asked what he thought of the incident, he would gratefully thank Glorfindel – who would most likely be cheerfully smiling – for not having lost his temper and broken Haldir's neck. But at the point in time, he was too horrified to think of his own insolent words and the possible consequences.
Later that day
They had not spoken since the incident in the morning – Haldir was fuming still while Glorfindel – ah well, as usual had a smile playing on his face – which indicated that he was not angry at the younger elf.
Glorfindel had learnt from the morning's unfortunate incident that an angry Haldir was not a logical Haldir and was best left alone until the furious rivers were calmed into lazy streams.
He just concentrated upon memory, taking something to amuse himself with and his thoughts lingered upon the true reason of this journey.
FLASHBACK
Weeks ago
'Glorfindel?' Elrond knocked upon the door, wishing to discuss something that pertained to the Vanya which was not exactly his favourite subject.
'Come in, Elrond, what troubles you?' Glorfindel cheerily beamed as usual and started pouring fine wine for the lord who looked as though he would rather face an orc army all alone than broach on a certain subject.
'Well, ah – you see, Glorfindel, certain – um – things have been – er – ailing – no, troubling me – not that they hint of danger' Elrond had hastily added when he saw Glorfindel instinctively look outside the window in search of any sign of orc army or whatever, but he had a feeling that this was even worse than the orcs, 'but rather – they pertain to your interests,'
'My interests?' Glorfindel questioned, quite confused.
'Yes, your interests – romantic-wise more like it – well, you see, ever since you came back from Mandos – actually in fact from the very moment I knew you – I observed that you are always without a partner,'
'A partner?' Glorfindel repeated as though the idea was quite absurd.
'Yes,'
'For what?' Glorfindel's too innocent way of questioning made Elrond narrow his brows in suspicion – Glorfindel seemed too innocent for real, but anyway, Elrond had gone this far and he would persevere.
'Things elves do at night with a partner,' Elrond stressed the word "with".
'Oh, I don't see what's wrong with dining alone,' Glorfindel replied.
'No, not THAT, dining alone has nothing to do with this – it's matters pertaining to things you do in your bed with a partner,'
'Oh – sex,' came the honest reply and Elrond badly wanted to kill the Vanya for having poked fun at him at his expense – Glorfindel had known what he was referring to all along and those innocent remarks about dining alone had been to amuse himself.
'Yes, your sexual life,'
'Ah – now that's a dry topic,' came Glorfindel's self comment.
'I don't care if it's dry or dripping wet,' Elrond glared at Glorfindel who was smothering his laughter at the comparison. Elrond was sometimes too uptight to see the suggestiveness of his comparison.
'What about it?'
'I have noticed that you appear lonely at night especially when it comes to sexual things,' Elrond was refusing to use more blunt terms, referring instead in an elegant manner.
'And what do you propose?'
'Finding you a partner – they say a happy lord is a good lord, Glorfindel,' Glorfindel snorted rudely here but Elrond did not give way.
'But I'm afraid I'll disappoint you,'
'Oh, why?'
'I have long admired a certain someone,' Glorfindel grinned happily at the idea of turning the tables upon Elrond.
'And he's a male elf,' Glorfindel went on, grinning at the shocked look on Elrond's face, wanting to scare the Peredhel even more.
But he failed as Elrond turned the tables back, his eyes twinkling with knowing laughter.
'And he has silver hair, with a sharp tongue and a well-known coldness about him, not to mention he lives in Lothlórien, isn't it?' Elrond smoothly rattled off.
'How did you – ' Glorfindel paled slightly in alarm.
'Never mind that, what is his name?' Elrond innocently asked now, grinning like a cat.
'Come on,' Elrond prompted.
'Haldir,' came the whisper from the shocked seneschal.
PRESENT
For once he had been beaten, Glorfindel sucked at his lower lip in slight annoyance. But never mind the initial shock, he was quite pleased when Elrond decided to do anything in his power to somehow get the cold marchwarden for his seneschal and Lord Celeborn's help had been enlisted.
And he got so happy at the idea that he started singing – not that his singing was lousy or anything – but rather, his infuriating cheerfulness got on Haldir's nerves again and the marchwarden snapped.
'Halt,' Haldir deliberately rode his horse across Glorfindel's path dangerously.
'What now?' the seneschal demanded, still managing to sound patient and sweet.
'I'm challenging you,' Haldir bluntly said.
'Oh, for what now?'
'If I win, you've got to keep your tongue to yourself and just stay quiet for the rest of the month,'
Oh, a bargain, how terribly interesting and easy to turn the tables upon, Glorfindel thought.
'If you lose?'
Haldir's swift narrowing of eyes told the seneschal that the elf was so arrogant he had forgotten that Glorfindel was a warrior in his own right and had the height and built advantages.
'I'll leave you to settle that be it suits you, but I will not lose,' Haldir confidently snarled the last sentence.
Glorfindel thought for a moment but thinking to give the younger elf way out of this bargain, he spoke again.
'But why this challenge in the first place?'
'I can't tolerate your cheeriness anymore – the world has naught of the limitless joy you sing of,'
Silence. Glorfindel was contemplating the elf.
'I accept,'
Yay, I updated. You guys must review alright? Tell me the good and bad points about this chapter...btw, I love Glorfindel's mock innocence with Elrond. I thought that was funny to write about!
Ice And Fire Vanessa
8-5-04
saint: hey, I updated, so you must read and give me suggestions, alright?
Laureline: hmm, I will try to give time for reflections and all that stuff but do bear with me if it is still to fast for your liking, alright? Because I have to go at an acceptable speed for all.
Yumienuf2eat: your nick is rather unique. Thanks for your comment!!!
Flooofy: I used to think that Legolas and Aragorn were the best pairing but I realised, after reading plenty of slash stories between H and G, that they make an even more beautiful pairing.
Penny: I'll try about the angst thing, alright? Thanks for your review!!!
DarkElvenQueenEternity: Did you think I'd waste a plot? Lol. I intend to write as much as possible about this pair.
Rangishran: here, I tried to improve the breaks by adding stuff like FLASHBACK and PRESENT to clarify, alright?
Crazy-haldir-fancier: Thanks for your review. You should try the Library of Moira – I think it is spelt that way – it has lots of slash pairings. Have fun!
Quantuminferno: long and complicating nick you've got there...lol, thanks for review and I've updated!!!
Cobweb of Forever: Yay, I updated – do your part by reviewing alright?
Giggles1995: your nick suggests that you are some real optimistic person. Thanks for reviewing, short and sweet!!!
Immediately, a strangled yell came from the marchwarden and scared Glorfindel so much he leapt away even faster than he had while battling with the Balrog. He watched next, torn between amusement and slight apology, as Haldir took a step back and spat several times on the ground, clearly trying to erase the horrifying memory.
'It's just a kiss, you know,' Glorfindel offered, trying to pacify Haldir but it just happened to be the wrong thing to say – ah well, lets not blame him for not knowing Haldir well.
'It is NOT just a kiss!' Haldir exploded furiously, 'It's an invasion of one's privacy and mouth!'
'Oh, come on, you should know that male elves do kiss each other,' Glorfindel was unable to hold back his tongue as he retorted, trying to forget the comment about invasion of the mouth.
'Well, I know but I don't!' was followed by a stream of elvish abuse delivered very smoothly in a rage-filled voice.
Glorfindel watched, his eyebrows arched regally, as Haldir spat a few more times on the ground.
'I have no threatening disease,' Glorfindel declared himself healthy and well politely.
'Who knows if you tried kissing the Balrog, I wouldn't put it past you,' came the swift response as Haldir winced at the possibility.
Later on, if Haldir was asked what he thought of the incident, he would gratefully thank Glorfindel – who would most likely be cheerfully smiling – for not having lost his temper and broken Haldir's neck. But at the point in time, he was too horrified to think of his own insolent words and the possible consequences.
Later that day
They had not spoken since the incident in the morning – Haldir was fuming still while Glorfindel – ah well, as usual had a smile playing on his face – which indicated that he was not angry at the younger elf.
Glorfindel had learnt from the morning's unfortunate incident that an angry Haldir was not a logical Haldir and was best left alone until the furious rivers were calmed into lazy streams.
He just concentrated upon memory, taking something to amuse himself with and his thoughts lingered upon the true reason of this journey.
FLASHBACK
Weeks ago
'Glorfindel?' Elrond knocked upon the door, wishing to discuss something that pertained to the Vanya which was not exactly his favourite subject.
'Come in, Elrond, what troubles you?' Glorfindel cheerily beamed as usual and started pouring fine wine for the lord who looked as though he would rather face an orc army all alone than broach on a certain subject.
'Well, ah – you see, Glorfindel, certain – um – things have been – er – ailing – no, troubling me – not that they hint of danger' Elrond had hastily added when he saw Glorfindel instinctively look outside the window in search of any sign of orc army or whatever, but he had a feeling that this was even worse than the orcs, 'but rather – they pertain to your interests,'
'My interests?' Glorfindel questioned, quite confused.
'Yes, your interests – romantic-wise more like it – well, you see, ever since you came back from Mandos – actually in fact from the very moment I knew you – I observed that you are always without a partner,'
'A partner?' Glorfindel repeated as though the idea was quite absurd.
'Yes,'
'For what?' Glorfindel's too innocent way of questioning made Elrond narrow his brows in suspicion – Glorfindel seemed too innocent for real, but anyway, Elrond had gone this far and he would persevere.
'Things elves do at night with a partner,' Elrond stressed the word "with".
'Oh, I don't see what's wrong with dining alone,' Glorfindel replied.
'No, not THAT, dining alone has nothing to do with this – it's matters pertaining to things you do in your bed with a partner,'
'Oh – sex,' came the honest reply and Elrond badly wanted to kill the Vanya for having poked fun at him at his expense – Glorfindel had known what he was referring to all along and those innocent remarks about dining alone had been to amuse himself.
'Yes, your sexual life,'
'Ah – now that's a dry topic,' came Glorfindel's self comment.
'I don't care if it's dry or dripping wet,' Elrond glared at Glorfindel who was smothering his laughter at the comparison. Elrond was sometimes too uptight to see the suggestiveness of his comparison.
'What about it?'
'I have noticed that you appear lonely at night especially when it comes to sexual things,' Elrond was refusing to use more blunt terms, referring instead in an elegant manner.
'And what do you propose?'
'Finding you a partner – they say a happy lord is a good lord, Glorfindel,' Glorfindel snorted rudely here but Elrond did not give way.
'But I'm afraid I'll disappoint you,'
'Oh, why?'
'I have long admired a certain someone,' Glorfindel grinned happily at the idea of turning the tables upon Elrond.
'And he's a male elf,' Glorfindel went on, grinning at the shocked look on Elrond's face, wanting to scare the Peredhel even more.
But he failed as Elrond turned the tables back, his eyes twinkling with knowing laughter.
'And he has silver hair, with a sharp tongue and a well-known coldness about him, not to mention he lives in Lothlórien, isn't it?' Elrond smoothly rattled off.
'How did you – ' Glorfindel paled slightly in alarm.
'Never mind that, what is his name?' Elrond innocently asked now, grinning like a cat.
'Come on,' Elrond prompted.
'Haldir,' came the whisper from the shocked seneschal.
PRESENT
For once he had been beaten, Glorfindel sucked at his lower lip in slight annoyance. But never mind the initial shock, he was quite pleased when Elrond decided to do anything in his power to somehow get the cold marchwarden for his seneschal and Lord Celeborn's help had been enlisted.
And he got so happy at the idea that he started singing – not that his singing was lousy or anything – but rather, his infuriating cheerfulness got on Haldir's nerves again and the marchwarden snapped.
'Halt,' Haldir deliberately rode his horse across Glorfindel's path dangerously.
'What now?' the seneschal demanded, still managing to sound patient and sweet.
'I'm challenging you,' Haldir bluntly said.
'Oh, for what now?'
'If I win, you've got to keep your tongue to yourself and just stay quiet for the rest of the month,'
Oh, a bargain, how terribly interesting and easy to turn the tables upon, Glorfindel thought.
'If you lose?'
Haldir's swift narrowing of eyes told the seneschal that the elf was so arrogant he had forgotten that Glorfindel was a warrior in his own right and had the height and built advantages.
'I'll leave you to settle that be it suits you, but I will not lose,' Haldir confidently snarled the last sentence.
Glorfindel thought for a moment but thinking to give the younger elf way out of this bargain, he spoke again.
'But why this challenge in the first place?'
'I can't tolerate your cheeriness anymore – the world has naught of the limitless joy you sing of,'
Silence. Glorfindel was contemplating the elf.
'I accept,'
Yay, I updated. You guys must review alright? Tell me the good and bad points about this chapter...btw, I love Glorfindel's mock innocence with Elrond. I thought that was funny to write about!
Ice And Fire Vanessa
8-5-04