Vacation

Part 18…

“What are you doing here Glorfindel?”

Glorfindel swallowed at Erestors question and came close to panic as every thought and plausible reason fled his mind. This was not good, not good at all. The whole valley knew that Erestor was dreading his dinner with Almaravarion, and for him to find out that Glorfindel was aiding and abetting the ‘blonde menace’ it would not go over well.

“I… uh… I…” Glorfindel stood just at the edge of the patio, cloth slung over one shoulder, candles and a mixed bouquet of flowers in his hands and Erestors fite ite wine tucked under his elbow, rather condemning evidence indeed.

“I apologize if my *dinner*” Glorfindel winced at the mocking quality Erestor placed on the word dinner “is interfering with your own plans, it was not my intention.”

“Uh… quite alright… no harm done.” It was only now that Glorfindel noticed that the patio was already set up for dinner, complete with everything including the food, the only thing missing appeared to be the wine, the bucket meant to keep it chilled empty. Deciding that the servants had set it all up he smiled cheerily at the somber advisor, relieved to have an excuse all but handed to him. Deciding that he could at least leave the bottle of wine, after all a promise was a promise; he crouched down and set the candles on the floor before taking the bottle of wine from beneath his arm and moving towards the silver bucket. “Looks like you’re missing the wine. Use this, I’ll just pick up another bottle on my way back.”

“Ah yes, what dinner would be complete without wine?”

Deciding the question had been rhetorical Glorfindel didn’t answer as he moved to set the wine in the ice, pausing at the sight of a piece of paper in the bucket. Table cloth still slung over one shoulder he used his free hand to remove the folded piece of parchment, surprised to find two notes within his grasp; one with his name on the front, the other with Erestors. Frowning he put the wine down and wordlessly handed Erestor his note before opening his own.

Glorfindel,

You are Erestors dinner date.

I only wagered on the one dinner for two so I suggest you use this opportunity to let your feelings be known.

Also, you are entitled to one kiss, anything beyond that is your responsibility. Enjoy yourself.

Almaravarion

P.S. Do not screw up!

Erestor looked at the folded piece of paper with his name on it, then watched as Glorfindel read his own note, his expression going from perplexed to surprised to contemplative, curious as to why the blonde would have received a note at all. Deciding that he should probably find out what his own note said he unfolded it and quickly read the neatly penned script, then read it again to make sure he hadn’t imagined what the words said.

Erestor,

Glorfindel is your dinner date.

Remember the wager was for a romantic dinner for two, and a kiss. It was never stipulated who the dinner or kiss would be with. I just could not bring myself to be so cruel as to keep you from your hearts desire.

What? Did you think I wasn’t aware how hot and bothered yet oet over the mere thought of Glorfindel in your bed?

Now I suggest you sit down, enjoy your dinner and make your dreams come true. All of them. And yes, I even know about your naughty dreams.

Have fun!

Almaravarion

P.S. Glorfindel isn’t as promiscuous as you think, and he likes you.

P.P.S. He likes you a lot.


By the time he was finished reading the note a second time Erestor was beat red. Raising his eyes he stared wordlessly at Glorfindel, receiving the same wordless stare back. Well this was an unexpected turn of events, the question remained, what to do now?

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Lórien waited at his vantage point until Glorfindel had passed him by and disappeared inside the greenhouse. Everything was going according to plan as Erestor had preceded him a few minutes prior, sadly enothe the advisor had chosen not to wear a pretty red robe like he had hinted. Not that Lórien had been surprised by this, although he had hoped the dark haired elf would have at least changed out of his office robes and into something a little more seductive, but there was nothing to be done for it now.

Humming happily he slipped away from the greenhouse and ventured to the west garden, breathing in the night air that was intermingled with jasmine and roses.

Imladris was truly a delightful place to vacation.

Finding an unoccupied bench he sat down, enjoying the soft breeze as it ruffled his hair and caressed his cheek. Tilting his head back he stared at the stars for endless minutes, admiring them as he had not done in many years.

Suddenly sensing he was not alone he turned, peering into the shadows until he encountered a pair of dark eyes staring back at him.

Standing he moved towards the silent form, taking in the black hair and black robes. Well this was an unexpected turn of events, the question remained, what to do now?

TBC…