Hey guys! Gosh...these "drabbles" are turning more into oneshots...

Ok, small WARNING for this one: This one contains mild suggestive materiel, very mild, probably K+ - T, but probably not even T, nothing dirty or explicit. If this is still not your cup of tea, then feel free to skip, :)))

Inner Beauty

"She is at it again, Glorfindel." Erestor sighed from where he was working, busily scribbling away over countless parchments.

Glorfindel looked up from his work, narrowing his eyes so as to see more clearly through the unrelenting snowstorm, a blizzard that kept most of Imladris' inhabitants indoors.

A short and thin elleth could be seen stumbling through that snowdrifts, fighting valiantly against the violent wind whipping her to and fro.

"I bet she does not even have woolen underwear on." Glorfindel sighed in defeat as he watched her, putting down his pen and shaking his head regretfully.

"At least she has on her cloak, that is certainly an improvement from last time." Erestor remarked, wincing slightly as she was battered into a little fence with a small cry of alarm before righting herself nevertheless and continuing on, set on catching the post.

"I have never before in both of my entire lives met such a headstrong girl, she will certainly kill herself one of these days, she is so stubborn about delivering her letter every week like she promised, I even told her that though she will get it to the messenger, he will not be able to go through this gale. She cares not."

"She must miss her family and friends, or what is left of them anyway, in Mirkwood very much, and it is admirable how gallantly she is fulfilling her promise. But really, you should try to persuade her to take better care of herself."

"Believe me, I have."

As Erestor bent back over his work, Glorfindel watched the small elleth quietly, her thin form looking so fragile as it was tossed back and forth, yet somehow it did not break.

"Erestor, I do believe that she has stolen your title of skinniest elf in Imladris." Glorfindel smirked after watching her for a few more minutes, gazing down at the dark-haired advisor to gauge his reaction.

"I think you are right, she took that esteemed title away from me the moment she arrived."

"She does eat, you know, but she is still so thin, all of her bones stick out, especially her hip and ribs." Glorfindel muttered more to himself than to anyone else as he continued to watch her, unmoving.

Erestor glanced up sharply at this, his countenance having trouble deciding whether to be shocked or humorous.

"Glorfindel, how on Arda would you know about those places of her person!? I thought you to be an honorable elf lord of old!" Erestor snapped, scandalized.

Glorfindel blushed, focusing intently on the windowsill so that his hair dropped down like a curtain over his face, half-hiding his embarrassed expression.

"Erestor, I have certainly not done anything like that, it would be far beyond me to dishonor such a lovely and chaste lady before marriage, no matter how in love we be."

"Then how on arda, I ask?"

"We...kissed."

"And?"

"We felt each other a little bit."

Erestor was silent for a few minutes, absorbing this new and drastic information, before asking, "Are you in love with her then?"

"Perhaps,"

"Is there to be a wedding soon?"

"Perhaps,"

"Am I to be invited?"

"Definitely not."

Erestor raised his eyebrows threateningly as Glorfindel began to chuckle.

"I was only joking, Erestor, or course I would invite you! In fact, I should make you my right hand man."

"Then you have given it some thought? Marriage, I mean?"

Glorfindel blushed a deeper shade of pink, a sight rarely to never seen, and took his seat again, picking up his quill pen and beginning to cover the paper in bold and flowing flowers, vines, and other natural sorts of decorations.

"A little, I suppose."

"But Glorfindel, I must know, this is serious business, are you really and truly in love with her? I must admit that I have picked up on the secret looks and winks and things, but I did not know it ran so deep."

"Yes...I suppose-I do not know!" Glorfindel muttered in confusion, flowers becoming more deliberate every moment.

"Do you think she is beautiful? I must say, I have never found women whose skeletons I can feel very attractive." Erestor stated frankly, craning his neck for a better view of her as the wind knocked her over again with a frustrated cry.

"Well I do, I find it very fetching, actually."

"But what do you think of her, as a whole?" Erestor pressed, not about to give up.

"I think she is radiant." Glorfindel whispered quietly, keeping his gaze averted from Erestor's piercing, all-knowing eyes. "I think is like Laurelin, a brilliant celestial light shines through from her, illuminating the world around her, finding a way even through the snow. Her inner beauty has found a way into my heart." he whispered, a small smile creeping over his face as he watched her finally reach the end of her short but perilous journey, handing the letter she had managed to keep close the entire time to the messenger triumphantly.

Erestor smiled.

Yes, there would certainly be a wedding any day now. He had to get out his ceremonial robes and blow off the dust.