The Single Father's Club
Tobi is a good boy
I do not own the works of JRR Tolkien.
Chapter Eight.
Elrond swallowed nervously.
Even his clothes seemed to stick to his body.
His inquiries and mostly Glorfindel's nose for gossip had brought him to the door of Thranduil's office. The offices were located in the same, swanky area of Greenwood where Thranduil lived.
The woman at the desk took one glance at his shabby clothes and slightly dishevelled appearance and silently handed him a clipboard with a form. "Fill it out."
"Sorry, miss but-"
She stared at him for a long time: "Fill the form out, sir."
He handed back the clipboard to her. "I am not here as a client. I'm here to see Doctor Greenleaf."
The woman rolled her eyes, thrusting the clipboard out towards him, "Fill out the form then. You might want to apply for the city's grant for psychotherapy though."
Elrond gritted his teeth in annoyance. "Miss, I am here to see Doctor Greenleaf, not to arrange psychotherapy."
She stared blankly at him and slowly picked up the phone. "Sorry to interrupt, Doctor Greenleaf, but there is a-"
"Elrond."
"-A Elrond here to see you. Of course, sir. "
With a sharp snap she hung up the phone, stood up and straightened her skirt. "This way, please."
"Thank you," Elrond said, following behind her. She knocked on the door.
Thranduil opened the door, "Thank you, Doreen. Please, come in, Elrond."
Elrond stepped across the threshold into Thranduil's office, which had a floor to ceiling window that looked out onto a quiet brook. The room was painted in a soft green colour.
Thranduil sat down in a soft chair, motioning to one opposite him. "Sit."
Elrond shook his head. He would rather stand. Already he could feel his lips drying at the sight of Thranduil, dressed in a beautifully tailored tweed suit. His heart thudded loudly in his chest.
He felt like a god-damned teenager.
"Thranduil-I-"
The man held up a hand, "I should be apologising, Elrond. I acted, well, like an ass. Will you forgive me?"
"No, no. I acted…stupidly as well. Though, it was mostly you. "
Thranduil laughed, "Well, we both were fools. Elrond, please let me know. Do you feel the same way about me as I do you?"
Elrond realised now how close he stood to Thranduil. He could feel the mans body heat radiating towards him. He took a step towards the man. Thranduil tilted his chin to look up to him, his lips curving deliciously.
Elrond bent, and awkwardly placed a chaste kiss on Thranduil's lips.
Thranduil grasped his cheek in the palm of his hand, drawing Elrond into a deeped kiss.
"Don't suppose you would like to go on a date first?"
The blonde haired man threw back his head and laughed. "Yes, yes I'd like that. I would like that very much."
