The Single Father's Club

Tobi is a good boy

I do not own LOTR

Chapter Two


Glorfindel passed Elrond a cup of steaming mint tea as he sat down on the sofa beside the younger man.

Elladan and Elrohir had been tucked away to sleep and Glorfindel rocked Arwen gently in his arms, cooing softly.

"You only make me this," Elrond raised the tea to his lips, "If you've got to bad news to break."

Glorfindel nodded, swallowing. "It's about Thranduil."

Elrond raised a slim eyebrow and sipped at the warm tea.

"Before his wife died…he was involved in some shady stuff,El," the blonde murmured gently.

"Like what kind of stuff?"

"Drugs," replied Glorfindel, "He got himself involved with Sauron's gang of thugs. He was desperate to find a cure and driven mad by the grief."

"Thranduil?" Elrond tried to picture the well-dressed blonde man dealing with thugs and drugs. He had seemed so put together at the meeting earlier.

"Do you think I should still go?"

The older man beside him looked thoughtful. Ever since a young age, Glorfindel had asserted himself as Elrond's protector. Apparently he had made a promise to Elrond's father before the man disappeared. Glorfindel had always been there for him and always supported Elrond.

"Yes, yes, you should. But be wary of Thranduil."

Elrond nudged Glorfindel. "How did your date go with Erestor?"

Erestor was a colleague of Elrond's who worked in the social work department. Glorfindel's ears flared red with embarrassment and Elrond grinned.

"I'm glad. Erestor's a good man."

"I know," replied Glorfindel, "I'll have to be a gentleman with him."

"You?" scoffed Elrond, teasingly.

Glorfindel eyeballed him for a moment and then grinned broadly.

"Come on. To bed with you."

Elrond nodded, taking Arwen from Glorfindel's arms into his own.

X

Thranduil greeted Elrond warmly as he entered into the club space once more. Elrond's eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Thank you for coming back, Elrond," the man said, each syllable of his name pronounced specifically to ensure to entice a blush from him. Elrond was sure of it.

Elrond turned away, sitting in a chair in the semi-circle of giggling women. Some of them gave him flirtatious looks, but he ignored them.

Once more, Thranduil clapped his hands and began the ceremony.

"Today, we speak about forgiveness," and here his eyes met Elrond's

Elrond froze, pinned to his char.

My God.

He knows.