I'm really sorry for the excruciating delay. I've had writer's block and
exams and everything else. On the plus side, I'm updating two chapters at
once. And THANK YOU to bratprincess who helped me out beyond belief. I love
you! ILEEGEEHEEMMTOOLRCGFFFFTDL- see? I did memorize it.
Oh yeah, and are you constantly consumed by thoughts of elves? Then join ILL! Seriously.
*
Glorfindel sat up suddenly, waking out of his dream.
"Oh shit."
He took several long deep breaths to calm his panicked mind.
"Okay, okay. Glorfindel, relax. It was just a dream. You cannot control your dreams. It means nothing in real life. I hope."
He shoved away the teal silk sheets and got out of bed, getting a drink of cold water. He moved to his small balcony to stand outside, despite being naked. He figured nobody could really see him from 106 floors up. Stupid mortals.
He leaned against the railing, absent-mindedly tipping the glass so that a steady trickle of water fell to the far off ground below. He grinned as he pictured some poor funny looking mortal getting hit on the head with water. Some loser with glasses, and pocket protectors. Then he stopped because he thought it might be a pretty girl instead.
Sighing, Glorfindel walked back inside, pulling on a pair of pants. He pulled back his long golden hair and braided it deftly, leaving the room. He walked slowly down the hall. His bare feet shuffled lightly and almost without realizing it, he had taken the teal and gold ribbons still in his hair to make a necklace for his mother, something he had always done as a child. He started to sing lightly to himself, in a quiet voice that slowly grew into a full-fledged opera.
"Glorfindel?"
At the sound of the incredulous voice, the distracted Glorfindel spun around and came face to face with Elrond. Without meaning to, he screamed and jumped backward.
"Oh, um, hi," he managed when he had sufficiently recovered.
"Are you alright?" Elrond asked his oldest friend.
Glorfindel nodded quickly, playing desperately with a piece of hair that had fallen loose when he had removed the ribbon. "Yup. I just couldn't sleep and, you know..." he twisted the hair so tightly it hurt. "Couldn't sleep."
Elrond frowned at the golden-haired Elda's odd behaviour. "Glorfindel, what on earth is the matter with you?"
"Nothing!" Glorfindel insisted too quickly. "I'm fine."
Elrond stepped closely. "Glorfindel, if something's the matter you can tell me what it is."
Glorfindel became more and more panicked, trying to control himself before he let out some information he really didn't want known. "I know that Elrond, but I'm fine."
"Glorfindel, tell me the truth."
"I already told you I'm fine and I swear I did not have a sex dream about you and Erestor and even if I had it means nothing and it's just my dream, which isn't my fault and it means nothing in real life and I can control it unless it was real which, of course, it wasn't and okay, okay, maybe I did have a sex dream about you and Erestor but it was only a little one- well, LITTLE isn't exactly the right word but still." Glorfindel's words came out in a rush.
Elrond stared at him, backing away a little. "Oh. Well. I see. Thank you," he cleared his throat uncertainly, "Glorfindel, for that bit of information pertaining to thyself. Yourself. Ha! Silly me, not in sixteenth century England anymore. Well I'd better go because I think I hear CelebrÃan calling. Or maybe Elladan. Or Elrohir. They're very difficult to tell apart you know. The twins, that is. Yes. Well. Bye!" Turning quickly, Elrond went off down the hall.
Glorfindel looked at the retreating figure of Elrond, thought for a moment and gave chase. Elrond shrieked when he saw Glorfindel running after him and began to run faster. Three corridors and fifteen floors later, Elrond was swiftly losing. He was pretty sure it wasn't just to do with Glorfindel being a much better runner, more to do with the fact he seemed to be letting Glorfindel catch him. Oh
...no!
Elrond kept running, chanting, "Not Glorfindel" over and over. Elrond was so busy chanting that he didn't notice when he ran smack into a dead end. Elrond looked around frantically and started to try and open the doors. Locked. Locked. Locked. Aha! Open!
Elrond rushed straight into the room and stopped dead in his tracks. He did not need this. He also probably should have closed the door, as Glorfindel burst in. Fortunately he stopped dead in his tracks as well.
In the middle of the room, bound in a rather compromising position was Erestor, covered in marks and looking rather...ready for what Thranduil and...Legolas(?!) were about to do to him. Thranduil's tongue was still rather intertwined with Legolas'. As Glorfindel's eyes locked on the two of them, Legolas rather hastily removed his tongue from his fathers' mouth and looked partially ashamed. Of course the fact he licked his lips rather dispelled that image.
Although, something else was attracting Elrond's attention. Someone was buried to the hilt in Erestor. Their back was to Elrond but he would recognize that long silver hair and rounded backside anywhere. The strap around the elf just confirmed his suspicions.
"CelebrÃan?!"
Oh yeah, and are you constantly consumed by thoughts of elves? Then join ILL! Seriously.
*
Glorfindel sat up suddenly, waking out of his dream.
"Oh shit."
He took several long deep breaths to calm his panicked mind.
"Okay, okay. Glorfindel, relax. It was just a dream. You cannot control your dreams. It means nothing in real life. I hope."
He shoved away the teal silk sheets and got out of bed, getting a drink of cold water. He moved to his small balcony to stand outside, despite being naked. He figured nobody could really see him from 106 floors up. Stupid mortals.
He leaned against the railing, absent-mindedly tipping the glass so that a steady trickle of water fell to the far off ground below. He grinned as he pictured some poor funny looking mortal getting hit on the head with water. Some loser with glasses, and pocket protectors. Then he stopped because he thought it might be a pretty girl instead.
Sighing, Glorfindel walked back inside, pulling on a pair of pants. He pulled back his long golden hair and braided it deftly, leaving the room. He walked slowly down the hall. His bare feet shuffled lightly and almost without realizing it, he had taken the teal and gold ribbons still in his hair to make a necklace for his mother, something he had always done as a child. He started to sing lightly to himself, in a quiet voice that slowly grew into a full-fledged opera.
"Glorfindel?"
At the sound of the incredulous voice, the distracted Glorfindel spun around and came face to face with Elrond. Without meaning to, he screamed and jumped backward.
"Oh, um, hi," he managed when he had sufficiently recovered.
"Are you alright?" Elrond asked his oldest friend.
Glorfindel nodded quickly, playing desperately with a piece of hair that had fallen loose when he had removed the ribbon. "Yup. I just couldn't sleep and, you know..." he twisted the hair so tightly it hurt. "Couldn't sleep."
Elrond frowned at the golden-haired Elda's odd behaviour. "Glorfindel, what on earth is the matter with you?"
"Nothing!" Glorfindel insisted too quickly. "I'm fine."
Elrond stepped closely. "Glorfindel, if something's the matter you can tell me what it is."
Glorfindel became more and more panicked, trying to control himself before he let out some information he really didn't want known. "I know that Elrond, but I'm fine."
"Glorfindel, tell me the truth."
"I already told you I'm fine and I swear I did not have a sex dream about you and Erestor and even if I had it means nothing and it's just my dream, which isn't my fault and it means nothing in real life and I can control it unless it was real which, of course, it wasn't and okay, okay, maybe I did have a sex dream about you and Erestor but it was only a little one- well, LITTLE isn't exactly the right word but still." Glorfindel's words came out in a rush.
Elrond stared at him, backing away a little. "Oh. Well. I see. Thank you," he cleared his throat uncertainly, "Glorfindel, for that bit of information pertaining to thyself. Yourself. Ha! Silly me, not in sixteenth century England anymore. Well I'd better go because I think I hear CelebrÃan calling. Or maybe Elladan. Or Elrohir. They're very difficult to tell apart you know. The twins, that is. Yes. Well. Bye!" Turning quickly, Elrond went off down the hall.
Glorfindel looked at the retreating figure of Elrond, thought for a moment and gave chase. Elrond shrieked when he saw Glorfindel running after him and began to run faster. Three corridors and fifteen floors later, Elrond was swiftly losing. He was pretty sure it wasn't just to do with Glorfindel being a much better runner, more to do with the fact he seemed to be letting Glorfindel catch him. Oh
...no!
Elrond kept running, chanting, "Not Glorfindel" over and over. Elrond was so busy chanting that he didn't notice when he ran smack into a dead end. Elrond looked around frantically and started to try and open the doors. Locked. Locked. Locked. Aha! Open!
Elrond rushed straight into the room and stopped dead in his tracks. He did not need this. He also probably should have closed the door, as Glorfindel burst in. Fortunately he stopped dead in his tracks as well.
In the middle of the room, bound in a rather compromising position was Erestor, covered in marks and looking rather...ready for what Thranduil and...Legolas(?!) were about to do to him. Thranduil's tongue was still rather intertwined with Legolas'. As Glorfindel's eyes locked on the two of them, Legolas rather hastily removed his tongue from his fathers' mouth and looked partially ashamed. Of course the fact he licked his lips rather dispelled that image.
Although, something else was attracting Elrond's attention. Someone was buried to the hilt in Erestor. Their back was to Elrond but he would recognize that long silver hair and rounded backside anywhere. The strap around the elf just confirmed his suspicions.
"CelebrÃan?!"