The Single Father's Club

Tobi is a good boy

I do not own LOTR


Chapter Four

Glorfindel came in through the doorway, shrugging off his jacket. There was scowl written on his face. His long blonde hair was wet from the rain and tied in a loose braid.

"Ooh," hooted Elladan, "Uncle Glorfindel is mad!"

"Yeah," agreed Elrohir, "He looks freaking pissed!"

Elrond could not help but grin at his silly boys' behaviour. He rose from the sofa to greet Glorfindel, chiding them softly :"Boys! Elrohir, language, please!"

The boys giggled at their private jokes, which pleased Elrond immensely. It was good to see them laughing, enjoying life like they should at this age.

"What's happened, Glorfindel?"

Glorfindel ran a hand through his fringe, sighing softly. He looked tired, but perhaps that was the result of the rain on his apperance.

"Guess who came to speak to me at work?"

Elrond's eyes widdened, "It was Thranduil, wasn't?"

The older man nodded, "Apparently he invited us to dinner a couple of weeks ago, Elrond."

Here, Elrond groaned. "I had forgotten all about it!"

Glorfindel raised a slim eyebrow. "Well, he has not! He's now invited us to this fancy charity dinner he is holding and how can I refuse?!"

Elrond pinched his brow. "It surely cannnot be so bad to go to one dinner as a family together with Thranduil."

The older man pursed his lips, deep in thought. His eyes flared with a sudden fire: "No, but stay close to me, El."

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Elrond, dressed in his steel blue suit, felt uncomfortable. Thranduil owned a large house in the most expensive side of town, the modernist home all reflective glass and wood, making it appear as if it was carven from the forest around it.

Beside him, Glorfindel pressed a reassuring hand and his shoulder. His two boys were dressed in suits as well, and Arwen wore a pretty pink dress.

The tall wooden doors to Thranduil's home were guarded by grim men in black suits. All of the sudden the door was thrown open by a small boy with long blonde hair in a braid.

"LEGOLAS!" shouted a voice, which Elrond knew to be Thranduil's own.

The small boy grinned at them mischeviously.

"Hurry! My Ada's-"

Thranduil appeared behind the boy, his face thunderous. He was dressed immaculately as ever, in a grey well fitted suit.

"What are you doing, Legolas?" he asked through gritted teeth. His steely eyes flickered over to Elrond and then to Glorfindel. Thranduil's lips formed a slim line at the sight of the blonde man, but it passed as soon as it had come.

Elrond, used to getting his own sons out of trouble, interrupted: "This young man was helping his Ada greet his guests, weren't you, Legolas?"

Legolas, his eyes as wide as saucers, nodded dumbly. He was clearly slightly scared of his father, from his apprehensive body language.

"These are my two boys, Elladan and Elrohir. My little girl, Arwen. Why don't you go and show them where you play?"

"Alright," the blonde said shyly, waving a hand to Elladan, Elrohir and Arwen to follow him.

This left the trio of adults on the doorstep.

"Thranduil," Glorfindel's words were clipped and cool as ice.

Thranduil nodded his head icly, but his eyes were fixed upon Elrond's own. "You dress well in a suit, Elrond."

Elrond blushed and felt as if he was entering the mines of Moria as he stepped through into the threshold of Thranduil's grand house.