Note: As usual, Glorfindel and Erestor's relationship here is not meant as slash.(although if you wish to read it that way, that's totally fine with me. Have fun.) :))
Filling In the Gaps
Elrond mumbled under his breath to himself as he skimmed through Erestor's just-completed full translation of 'The Greatest Battles of the First Age' from Quenya into Sindarin, ignoring the slightly nervous advisor fidgeting before him, awaiting his verdict on the long-awaited translation.
"This is very good," the Master of Imladris began, gently laying the the thick stack of papers down onto the desk before him and resting one cheek on a hand, "but it seems there is a part of the translation missing. It was supposed to be a full translation, remember?"
Erestor stiffened. He had noticed.
"The portion of concern is 'The Fall of Gondolin.' I see you have provided a beautiful translation, with no details omitted, until we get to the Pass of Cristhorn. You have left out an entire part. Where is Glorfindel's famous duel with the Balrog?" Elrond asked quietly, not unkindly, rather in the way of a curious bystander.
"I...well...you see...I skip over that part every time I read it and I...just could not bear to...spend a great amount of time agonizing over a perfect translation. I am sorry, my lord." he stuttered, hanging his head as he admitted defeat.
"Do not apologize, Erestor. I only wish you had told me earlier so that I could have told one of the scribes to start work on a translation for that part. I am sorry I asked you to do it, I was not thinking. But Erestor, you look so tired, as if you shall faint away right here from exhaustion! I do not even want to know how much sleep you lost over translating that long work! I must insist that you take a nap immediately, then we can start arranging for an alternative translator for that section."
"Yes, my lord." Erestor replied submissively before turning on his heel and heading for his bedroom, not intending to sleep at all, rather to start work on the order for foreign spices due in two days' time.
Elrond, however, knew full-well of Erestor's intentions, and called after him: "And you had better get some good sleep in, or else I will send Glorfindel in after you, and you know he will not give you a moments peace to do anything, sleep or work; before you know it, he will have probably convinced you to take an extended trip to Far Harad with him!"
Erestor blanched at the idea, walking to his bedroom twice as fast with full intentions of sleeping when he got there.
Lol, when I was writing this I started writing 'so that I could have told Lisondre to start work on a translation', but caught myself and changed it to a random scribe, just in case NirCele was feeling in a kinslaying mood(Lisondre is one of her OCs, which has sorta become canon in my mind, lol) XD
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