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"Here is your paper and your ink. Would you be so kind to inform me as to why you will be needing those? You are not allowed out of bed yet."

Erestor disposed the requested items on Glorfindel's bedside table, ignoring the beaming general who looked at him, chuckling weakly.

"I am aware of the painful fact that I am not allowed out of the Healing Wing yet since Elrond or you yourself remind me each and every time you come across me eyeing the door hopefully. But I merely wished to start writing the report while the memory is still fresh. Painfully fresh. Do you not have work to do?"

Glorfindel glanced up, the clouded blue eyes looking in concern at the pale face of the councillor. Erestor had not wavered from his bedside and the sleepless nights were breaking the younger elf up. With a huge sigh Erestor dropped himself gracelessly in the chair that stood at the bedside. A dark scowl twisted the fair features for a moment as Erestor answered,

"Lord Elrond saw it fit to inform me that I needed to get some sleep so he has sent me to you."

Despite himself Glorfindel could not help but laugh at the miserable and quite angry look on the smaller elf's face as he coughed painfully, gripping his chest. Erestor passed him a glass of water, helping him steady it as Glorfindel took a hasty sip.

"Why in the name of the Valar would he send me to you?"

"Perhaps to share a bed?" Glorfindel shuffled to the side, movements carefully in check as he lifted the blankets. He could see Erestor momentarily grow paler as the dark eyes fixed on his own.

The smaller elf straightened and said in a steely voice. "I do not need to sleep. I am…."

"About to collapse?" Glorfindel supplied helpfully, looking up at the servant who had appeared at Erestor's side with a cup of tea held in his hand.

The Chief Councillor of Imlandris glared at the younger elf, who gulped but to his credit stood his ground, merely holding out the steaming cup of tea with the words. "Lord Elrond has requested that this be sent to you with the specific orders to drink it and take this day and tomorrow off. He will accept no argument."

"Then you may tell Lord Elrond that he may stuff his cup of tea up his ar…."

"Erestor! Whatever happened to that oath of loyalty you swore to Elrond?" Glorfindel hurriedly cut in with a look at the poor servant.

"I am strongly regretting it now!" The dark eyes flashed dangerously as Erestor's voice snapped out coldly.

"All the same you did swear that in time of great emergency you would do as you were ordered." Glorfindel would have crossed his arms over his chest if it had not hurt so badly.

Erestor glared at him and he finally accepted the cup of tea from the now shaking servant and bit out a curt dismissal. "You may tell Lord Elrond that I sincerely thank him for his concern."

On quick feet, almost running, the servant exited the healing wing, Glorfindel regarding the younger elf with a small smile and an encouraging nod of the head. Erestor deflated with a huge sigh, the steaming cup held loosely in his hand.

"Whatever happened to not shooting the messenger?" Glorfindel looked back at the raven haired elf who was contemplating the mug in his hands with obviously dark thoughts. Erestor lifted the mug to his lips and took a cautious sip; as if afraid he would be drugged. Glorfindel could barely hide a smile as he watched Erestor drain the cup, obviously due to the delicious taste of the herb laced tea. Glorfindel could see the effect nearly immediately in the glazing over of the dark eyes as Erestor, unable to hide a yawn, settled the empty cup on the bedside table.

"I suddenly feel very tired," the younger elf confessed and wordlessly Glorfindel lifted the blankets again with a soft word.

"Then come and join me in the bed, meleth nin."

"But I might hurt you…."

"Then you will have to lay very still, Erestor." Glorfindel encouraged and he could see the smile on the well curved lips as Erestor stood up and while drawing the curtains around the bed so they would not be disturbed he removed his robes and boots, crawling into the empty space beside Glorfindel. Erestor lay still, nearly frozen and slowly, carefully Glorfindel rubbed the councillor's arm as he softly said.

"Relax, Erestor. There is no harm in sharing a bed with me."

"I know but it takes time until I am used to such things." Erestor's voice was sleepy but remarkably calm and collected for one having just taken a sleeping draught.

Glorfindel watched the pale face, saw the tired eyes that gazed up at his own with absolute trust. His injury had thrown a halt to his plans of courting Erestor. It would take time for him to recover but he was glad that Elrond was obviously aware and happy with his plans to court Erestor and his encouragement of it. Elrond had not dosed Erestor overly much, merely making the other elf sleepy and relaxed. It was nice to see Erestor relax for a change since the councillor barely ever allowed his guard down.

"That is alright, Erestor. We have all the time in the world…"

"No, Glorfindel. If your injury has taught me anything it is how precious life is. You could have died. I know that I would have been very unhappy if you had died." Erestor raised himself up on his elbows so he could meet the concerned blue eyes.

"You harbour such feelings for me?" The wounded general's voice was soft and private and filled with uncertainty.

"Of course I do, you foolish elf. Do you think I would have otherwise agreed to your proposal? There is a certain risk involved in courting Glorfindel, the Balrog Slayer." A small smile curled the lips around into a smile.

"And pray tell what is the risk?"

"Well if I wound the beloved general of Imlandris, I might find myself without a place to call home."

"I am sure Elrond would do the uttermost to protect you."

"I am not entirely sure if Elrond can stand up to the maiden population of his house." Erestor's voice slurred slightly in his tiredness. Erestor yawned again and blinked, a dazed smile forming on the lips as Glorfindel bent lower to gently brush them with his own.

"I will protect you, Erestor. Go to sleep, meleth nin."

"I am not sleepy." Erestor protested weakly before Glorfindel shushed him by sliding his tongue in between the parted lips. After a long moment Erestor responded weakly and Glorfindel's wound began to throb dangerously as the general rolled back onto his back. Erestor murmured something which Glorfindel could not understand as the smaller elf rolled onto his side and pushed back against Glorfindel's arm, murmuring.

"I would love to see such a thing but now I have to sleep or else Elrond will…"

"I thought you said that you were not sleepy." Glorfindel wondered out loud but all he was rewarded with was the deep breathing of the elf beside him. Glancing down at his right side he smiled fondly.

Erestor's eyes were glazed over in the elfish sleep and the councillor had given into some much needed rest. The peaceful expression on the pale face Glorfindel had come to love was breathtaking and slowly the general placed a fond kiss on the soft cheek.

"Sleep well, meleth nin and may your dreams be peaceful." Slowly he drew back and as he continued to watch Erestor sleep he began to think of what they could do together and finally as his thoughts became lighter, Glorfindel joined his beloved in the dream world where their paths once more crossed.

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