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phynckeTitle: Elladan’s Light
Chapter: Chapter Two
Author: phyncke
For: Elladansgirl - Slashy Valentine 2013
Character(s): Elladan/Glorfindel, Elrond, Erestor/Lindir
Beta: khylea
Rating: NC17 in later chapter
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they are the property of JRR Tolkien and his estate, and I have borrowed them for my own amusement and for yours I hope.
Feedback: Much appreciated.
Summary: Elladan is given a journal and falls deeply in love. He mistakes a glance for amorous attention in the Hall of Fire and must sort things out. All is right in the end, have no fear.
Chapter Two
If Erestor did not know better, he would think something was going on that he did not know about. Glorfindel was behaving in a secretive manner, Elrond too for that matter. They could often be found having meetings behind closed doors to which the Chief Counselor of Imladris was not invited. They whispered in the dining room and suddenly stopped when he entered.
He was not an insecure Elf but he was beginning to imagine they were talking about him in a not very flattering way. Was it gossip? It could not be. He led an exemplary existence; worked tirelessly from morning until night on behalf of his Lord. What could possibly be the issue? Did he smell? Was there an odor about his person? He bathed nightly so it could not be that. He used a soap with a hint of lavender with a very nice fragrance.
Their skulking, lurking behavior made Erestor determined to discover what in blazes was going on and so he applied his keen powers of observation to the task. He noticed details that others might miss since he worked in close proximity to both Glorfindel and Elrond. If they truly were up to something, he would figure it out.
He heard Elrond’s door open on its hinge and watched as Glorfindel went back to his office, a piece of parchment paper in hand. His head was bowed as he walked to his desk.
Erestor waited a few moments before walking to his doorway.
“Is all well, Glorfindel?”
“Yes, yes. Fine, Erestor. Never better.” The captain shoved the paper under the blotter on his desk and turned to grab a vase and some uncut flowers from Celebrian’s garden. He had picked some lovely roses today and needed to trim them and put them in water.
“Well, I want you to know that should you need any assistance with anything, I am happy to help. I am your friend too and want what is best for you.”
“Thank you, Erestor. I will let you know. Ow!” He had pricked his finger on a thorn and was bleeding a little. Darn these roses.
“Are you alright?”
“I am, just caught a thorn.”
“Be careful with those.”
“You are right, as always. I should wear gloves or something.”
Glorfindel looked around and picked up his well-worn leather gloves. They would protect his hands from the thorns and he could still prepare a large bouquet of roses for Elladan. He had gotten them from the gardener on the strength of his personal charm and wanted to leave them for his love.
First, he had to satisfy Erestor and that would not be so easy. Perhaps, he should tell his friend everything. There was no harm in the counselor knowing and he might even be able to assist in his pursuit. Erestor was clever in negotiations so that might apply to romance.
Glorfindel continued arranging the white roses into the vase but now his hands were protected, no more cuts and abrasions from the sharp thorns on the stems.
“If you are giving those to someone, it would be thoughtful to clip the thorns off so they do not harm themselves. Just a thought.”
“Erestor! You are very wise. I will do that, certainly.”
The last thing he wanted was for Elladan to be harmed from the flowers so Glorfindel began to carefully snip off the thorns. Erestor was so thoughtful and impressed him so much that he began to tell him of what had happened with Elladan, their kiss and his subsequent secret courtship of the Elf with the sanction of their Lord.
“And so you see, I love him and will court him in this manner.”
Erestor stood with his arms folded, his face relaying no emotion whatsoever. He did not know what he had expected but certainly not this. He knew Glorfindel was sincere in his feelings, not being one to trifle or be fanciful. And to have Elrond’s blessing, well that was lovely.
“Well, Glorfindel, if I can aid you in your cause, you need only tell me what to do. I am your friend and would like to help you. I think that it is only a matter of time before Elladan falls madly in love with you, if he is not already.”
Glorfindel smiled at Erestor’s words and said, “Well, now that you mention it, I am sorely in need of more ideas of what to do. I tire of leaving notes and sending flowers. I need more innovative gifts and tokens to give to Elladan. Surely you can help me with this.”
“I am sure I can, mellon. I will ponder this but you will have to summarize what you have done to date so I am fully briefed.”
“Certainly.”
Glorfindel ran him through his litany of flowers and notes left over the past few days. It all seemed somewhat repetitive so he hoped that Erestor would add some insight and fresh ideas to his schemes.
Erestor praised him first off and asserted that it was very romantic to receive daily gifts and assignations. He did suggest that the impact of a single rose might be more than giving them in bunches. Glorfindel liked this and also heeded his idea of delivering them with a line of a Quenyan love sonnet. He had a book of those and could woo Elladan quite effectively with his own native tongue. Some could be left with no note at all, letting the flower speak for itself.
“Erestor, you are quite good at this.”
“Strategic is the word, Glorfindel. Strategic.”
They both had a good laugh as they likened Glorfindel’s romantic pursuit to a military campaign, relentless in its bombardment of the elder son of Elrond’s heart.
/---/
I got a single white rose today, left on the pillow next to me. I cannot believe I was caught unawares while I slept in my bed. Glorfindel, for I do believe it is he, must have moved with such stealth that I did not hear him. My floor creaks but he did not make a sound. Also, my door hinge squeaks. How could he get into my bedchamber without so much as a noise to betray his presence? There was no note with this one; the rose speaks so eloquently of his attention and ardor.
I got a tall, narrow vase from the kitchen, cut the stem at the diagonal and put the bud in water. It will likely open tomorrow. It is very fragrant and sweet. As I work at my desk today I smell the sweet scent of the rose. It is lovely and reminds me that I am loved.
What next, dear diary? What will next greet me from my love?
/---/
Glorfindel had many allies in his quest; Erestor and Elrond to be sure but there were many others in Imladris who knew of his courtship of Elladan and aided his suit. The head chef in the kitchens made many tasty treats to be left for the elder twin. One cookie was left with a note, which read simply,
“A sweet for you, but you are far sweeter still…”
It was a sugar cookie decorated with bright confection and icing. Glorfindel knew that it was one of Elladan’s favorite desserts, as he would often steal them from the kitchen, much to the staff’s chagrin. They would give chase as the child crammed a whole cookie into his mouth and ran down the long hallway to the nursery. Elrohir was better behaved but Elladan had no compunction about resorting to thieving for a treat. He did have the good manners to take only one cookie and there were usually many left for the residents of the Last Homely House.
He knew that Elladan enjoyed the confection for when he passed by his desk later, there were only crumbs left on the small plate. The cookie had completely disappeared, surely very rapidly. This pleased Glorfindel and so he whisked the crockery away swiftly taking it to the kitchen for cleaning. He did not want Elladan to be bothered in the least little bit with any chore.
He soon enlisted Elrohir to his cause. The younger twin son of Elrond provided key reconnaissance and would advise as to where Glorfindel should leave his gifts and dainties for Elladan. His advice was integral to the success or failure of any specific “mission” in the wooing of this subject. It really took a team to pull this all off. Glorfindel could not delude himself into thinking he could do this alone. All of his conspirators were essential to his success.
Elladan seemed none the wiser apparently, or they were very adept at subterfuge. Some months, nearly a year passed in this manner until Erestor advised a decided change of course to a more intimate tact.
“Meet him in the garden for a walk?!” Glorfindel sputtered and spit his tea at Erestor.
The counselor had expected this sort of reaction from his friend. He suspected that the Captain had gotten comfortable at a distance from Elladan, giving gifts and writing verse and so would need to be prodded into forming a more intimate connection with his love. It was all well and good to worship him from afar but to actually talk with him? Glorfindel looked like he wanted to drop his teacup and bolt from the chair.
“Yes, Glorfindel. You have danced around this long enough. It is time to pursue this courtship in person and in a more intimate manner. Face to face, so to speak. You cannot get to know Elladan as a lover unless you actually spend time with him.”
Glorfindel frowned into his fragrant brew, pondering this very sensible, yet frightening advice. Ultimately it was what he wanted, but was he ready for this? To spend time in the company of the elf he loved?
“I will do it.”
“Glorfindel, this should not be such a dire prospect. This should bring you joy and pleasure. You can speak with him and hold his hand. Think of the possibilities. Don’t look so gloomy.”
Indeed, Glorfindel was concentrating so hard his brow was furrowed and he appeared well, intense.
“Lighten up! You love Elladan, no?”
“I do, verily.” Glorfindel’s face relaxed into a smile and his eyes lit up at the prospect of seeing Elladan.
“Well then, all will be well.”
“It better be.”
/---/
I have received a note of a most alarming nature. No gift, no treat, no rose nor flower. It says simply –
“Meet me in the garden just before sunset.”
Could it be, after all this, that I am to actually MEET Glorfindel?! I can scarce believe it. I thought he would play with me forever. Not that I have not enjoyed his gifts but really, it has gone on for a very long time, well nigh on a year. I am all a flutter with anticipation and will take special care with my appearance today. I will braid my hair and bathe with a nice smelling soap. I want everything to be perfect.
It will be perfect.
by aglarien1 at juicy_grapes
Chapter: Chapter Two
Author: phyncke
For: Elladansgirl - Slashy Valentine 2013
Character(s): Elladan/Glorfindel, Elrond, Erestor/Lindir
Beta: khylea
Rating: NC17 in later chapter
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they are the property of JRR Tolkien and his estate, and I have borrowed them for my own amusement and for yours I hope.
Feedback: Much appreciated.
Summary: Elladan is given a journal and falls deeply in love. He mistakes a glance for amorous attention in the Hall of Fire and must sort things out. All is right in the end, have no fear.
Chapter Two
If Erestor did not know better, he would think something was going on that he did not know about. Glorfindel was behaving in a secretive manner, Elrond too for that matter. They could often be found having meetings behind closed doors to which the Chief Counselor of Imladris was not invited. They whispered in the dining room and suddenly stopped when he entered.
He was not an insecure Elf but he was beginning to imagine they were talking about him in a not very flattering way. Was it gossip? It could not be. He led an exemplary existence; worked tirelessly from morning until night on behalf of his Lord. What could possibly be the issue? Did he smell? Was there an odor about his person? He bathed nightly so it could not be that. He used a soap with a hint of lavender with a very nice fragrance.
Their skulking, lurking behavior made Erestor determined to discover what in blazes was going on and so he applied his keen powers of observation to the task. He noticed details that others might miss since he worked in close proximity to both Glorfindel and Elrond. If they truly were up to something, he would figure it out.
He heard Elrond’s door open on its hinge and watched as Glorfindel went back to his office, a piece of parchment paper in hand. His head was bowed as he walked to his desk.
Erestor waited a few moments before walking to his doorway.
“Is all well, Glorfindel?”
“Yes, yes. Fine, Erestor. Never better.” The captain shoved the paper under the blotter on his desk and turned to grab a vase and some uncut flowers from Celebrian’s garden. He had picked some lovely roses today and needed to trim them and put them in water.
“Well, I want you to know that should you need any assistance with anything, I am happy to help. I am your friend too and want what is best for you.”
“Thank you, Erestor. I will let you know. Ow!” He had pricked his finger on a thorn and was bleeding a little. Darn these roses.
“Are you alright?”
“I am, just caught a thorn.”
“Be careful with those.”
“You are right, as always. I should wear gloves or something.”
Glorfindel looked around and picked up his well-worn leather gloves. They would protect his hands from the thorns and he could still prepare a large bouquet of roses for Elladan. He had gotten them from the gardener on the strength of his personal charm and wanted to leave them for his love.
First, he had to satisfy Erestor and that would not be so easy. Perhaps, he should tell his friend everything. There was no harm in the counselor knowing and he might even be able to assist in his pursuit. Erestor was clever in negotiations so that might apply to romance.
Glorfindel continued arranging the white roses into the vase but now his hands were protected, no more cuts and abrasions from the sharp thorns on the stems.
“If you are giving those to someone, it would be thoughtful to clip the thorns off so they do not harm themselves. Just a thought.”
“Erestor! You are very wise. I will do that, certainly.”
The last thing he wanted was for Elladan to be harmed from the flowers so Glorfindel began to carefully snip off the thorns. Erestor was so thoughtful and impressed him so much that he began to tell him of what had happened with Elladan, their kiss and his subsequent secret courtship of the Elf with the sanction of their Lord.
“And so you see, I love him and will court him in this manner.”
Erestor stood with his arms folded, his face relaying no emotion whatsoever. He did not know what he had expected but certainly not this. He knew Glorfindel was sincere in his feelings, not being one to trifle or be fanciful. And to have Elrond’s blessing, well that was lovely.
“Well, Glorfindel, if I can aid you in your cause, you need only tell me what to do. I am your friend and would like to help you. I think that it is only a matter of time before Elladan falls madly in love with you, if he is not already.”
Glorfindel smiled at Erestor’s words and said, “Well, now that you mention it, I am sorely in need of more ideas of what to do. I tire of leaving notes and sending flowers. I need more innovative gifts and tokens to give to Elladan. Surely you can help me with this.”
“I am sure I can, mellon. I will ponder this but you will have to summarize what you have done to date so I am fully briefed.”
“Certainly.”
Glorfindel ran him through his litany of flowers and notes left over the past few days. It all seemed somewhat repetitive so he hoped that Erestor would add some insight and fresh ideas to his schemes.
Erestor praised him first off and asserted that it was very romantic to receive daily gifts and assignations. He did suggest that the impact of a single rose might be more than giving them in bunches. Glorfindel liked this and also heeded his idea of delivering them with a line of a Quenyan love sonnet. He had a book of those and could woo Elladan quite effectively with his own native tongue. Some could be left with no note at all, letting the flower speak for itself.
“Erestor, you are quite good at this.”
“Strategic is the word, Glorfindel. Strategic.”
They both had a good laugh as they likened Glorfindel’s romantic pursuit to a military campaign, relentless in its bombardment of the elder son of Elrond’s heart.
/---/
I got a single white rose today, left on the pillow next to me. I cannot believe I was caught unawares while I slept in my bed. Glorfindel, for I do believe it is he, must have moved with such stealth that I did not hear him. My floor creaks but he did not make a sound. Also, my door hinge squeaks. How could he get into my bedchamber without so much as a noise to betray his presence? There was no note with this one; the rose speaks so eloquently of his attention and ardor.
I got a tall, narrow vase from the kitchen, cut the stem at the diagonal and put the bud in water. It will likely open tomorrow. It is very fragrant and sweet. As I work at my desk today I smell the sweet scent of the rose. It is lovely and reminds me that I am loved.
What next, dear diary? What will next greet me from my love?
/---/
Glorfindel had many allies in his quest; Erestor and Elrond to be sure but there were many others in Imladris who knew of his courtship of Elladan and aided his suit. The head chef in the kitchens made many tasty treats to be left for the elder twin. One cookie was left with a note, which read simply,
“A sweet for you, but you are far sweeter still…”
It was a sugar cookie decorated with bright confection and icing. Glorfindel knew that it was one of Elladan’s favorite desserts, as he would often steal them from the kitchen, much to the staff’s chagrin. They would give chase as the child crammed a whole cookie into his mouth and ran down the long hallway to the nursery. Elrohir was better behaved but Elladan had no compunction about resorting to thieving for a treat. He did have the good manners to take only one cookie and there were usually many left for the residents of the Last Homely House.
He knew that Elladan enjoyed the confection for when he passed by his desk later, there were only crumbs left on the small plate. The cookie had completely disappeared, surely very rapidly. This pleased Glorfindel and so he whisked the crockery away swiftly taking it to the kitchen for cleaning. He did not want Elladan to be bothered in the least little bit with any chore.
He soon enlisted Elrohir to his cause. The younger twin son of Elrond provided key reconnaissance and would advise as to where Glorfindel should leave his gifts and dainties for Elladan. His advice was integral to the success or failure of any specific “mission” in the wooing of this subject. It really took a team to pull this all off. Glorfindel could not delude himself into thinking he could do this alone. All of his conspirators were essential to his success.
Elladan seemed none the wiser apparently, or they were very adept at subterfuge. Some months, nearly a year passed in this manner until Erestor advised a decided change of course to a more intimate tact.
“Meet him in the garden for a walk?!” Glorfindel sputtered and spit his tea at Erestor.
The counselor had expected this sort of reaction from his friend. He suspected that the Captain had gotten comfortable at a distance from Elladan, giving gifts and writing verse and so would need to be prodded into forming a more intimate connection with his love. It was all well and good to worship him from afar but to actually talk with him? Glorfindel looked like he wanted to drop his teacup and bolt from the chair.
“Yes, Glorfindel. You have danced around this long enough. It is time to pursue this courtship in person and in a more intimate manner. Face to face, so to speak. You cannot get to know Elladan as a lover unless you actually spend time with him.”
Glorfindel frowned into his fragrant brew, pondering this very sensible, yet frightening advice. Ultimately it was what he wanted, but was he ready for this? To spend time in the company of the elf he loved?
“I will do it.”
“Glorfindel, this should not be such a dire prospect. This should bring you joy and pleasure. You can speak with him and hold his hand. Think of the possibilities. Don’t look so gloomy.”
Indeed, Glorfindel was concentrating so hard his brow was furrowed and he appeared well, intense.
“Lighten up! You love Elladan, no?”
“I do, verily.” Glorfindel’s face relaxed into a smile and his eyes lit up at the prospect of seeing Elladan.
“Well then, all will be well.”
“It better be.”
/---/
I have received a note of a most alarming nature. No gift, no treat, no rose nor flower. It says simply –
“Meet me in the garden just before sunset.”
Could it be, after all this, that I am to actually MEET Glorfindel?! I can scarce believe it. I thought he would play with me forever. Not that I have not enjoyed his gifts but really, it has gone on for a very long time, well nigh on a year. I am all a flutter with anticipation and will take special care with my appearance today. I will braid my hair and bathe with a nice smelling soap. I want everything to be perfect.
It will be perfect.
by aglarien1 at juicy_grapes
