Meleth-nin

Disclaimer: Not mine but J.R.R. Tolkien’s.
A/N: Thanks for the lovely reviews, folks! You’re so sweet, telling me all these flattering things. :) I’m glad you liked the last chapter.
Now, this is what happens between Elrond and Glorfindel at the party. Please note that this is not a ‘real’ chapter but rather the second part of the chapter nineteen. Will the twins’ plan work? Read and find out! :)

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Chapter nineteen, part II

Elrond and Glorfindel


Elrond was feeling a bit flushed. It seemed that whenever he managed to empty his goblet, Elrohir came from somewhere and refilled it. He had to admit, though, that this vintage was particularly good. Not to mention extremely potent. No doubt about it; the regal Lord of Imladris was getting drunk.

“Is it merely my imagination or is it very warm in here?” He asked impatiently and tugged at his collar. “This robe is killing me.”

Elrohir smirked and winked at Elladan who was looking at them from the other side of the Hall. “Why Ada, I don’t think it’s too warm in here, not at all. Maybe you should drink more wine in order to cool yourself. After all, you cannot go all naked in here.” Although I don’t think Glorfindel would mind that at all, he thought. “Here, have some more.”

Elrond glanced at his son briefly but accepted the wine nonetheless. If he didn’t know better he would have suspected Elrohir for trying to get him drunk. Bah, don’t be so suspicious, you old bore, Elrond told himself. Your sons are grown-ups now, they are not prone to mischief anymore.

Elrohir smiled triumphantly as his father once again emptied a gobletful of the potent wine. This is going exactly like planned, he thought and mentally applauded at himself. I hope Elladan is doing well with Glorfindel, too.

Elladan was. Glorfindel wasn’t easily fooled, however, so Elladan had to distract him by engaging him into conversation of various – if boring – subjects. Right now Glorfindel was going on and on about what it was like to live in Gondolin before the city was attacked. Not that Elladan wasn’t interested in knowing more about Gondolin; it just happened that he had heard Glorfindel talking about it countless times before and right now he had other things in mind. Was Glorfindel drunk enough? Or should he try and get him to drink some more? He noticed that Elrohir was subtly trying to catch his attention from the other side so he quickly spoke to Glorfindel.

“’Fin, that is most interesting and I’m dying to hear some more, but I’m afraid my brother needs me for a moment. Will you excuse me, I will be right back”, he said sweetly and poured more wine for Glorfindel. He then quickly walked away from the intoxicated Eldar and met his brother in the hallway.

“Everything all right, gwanur?” Elladan asked and brushed gently a stray tress from Elrohir’s forehead. “My, you certainly look a bit flushed, ‘Ro. Are you sure it’s Ada you have gotten drunk and not yourself?”

Elrohir mock-scowled at him and wiped his forehead with his right hand. “Well ha-ha, Ella. It’s very warm in there, you must have noticed that. Ada looks like he’s ready to strip off his robe any moment now.”

Elladan burst out laughing. “Then I say it is time to get those two lovebirds together. I’m sure Glorfindel would appreciate the sight of our naked Ada.”

Elrohir made a face. “Eww. Thanks for putting that image in my head”, he groaned and punched his brother’s arm. “So what do you suggest?”

*~*~*~*~*~*

“Pray tell, Elrohir, why exactly have you dragged me to my bedchamber?” Elrond demanded. To his credit it must be said that he slurred only very slightly. Elrohir smirked for what felt like the thousandth time that evening.

“Like I said earlier, there is someone who wants to speak with you, Ada”, he said patiently, like he was talking to a ten-year-old Elfling.

“And why couldn’t this ‘someone’ talk to me at the party?” Lord Elrond questioned. It wasn’t like he was unhappy for leaving the festivities for a while; the Hall was extremely hot and he felt a bit inebriated. His bedchamber, however, was pleasantly cool and quiet.

“This is a personal matter and they wanted to speak with you in private without the possibility of being overheard”, Elrohir explained. He frowned impatiently at his father and straightened his collar. “You have been tugging at it again, haven’t you, father?” He asked accusingly.

Elrond looked a bit sheepish. He wasn’t used to being chastised by one of his sons. Or by anyone, for that matter. “I’ll have you know that it was very hot in there. And this robe is very thick. I think I could take it off now; after all there is no one to see me and deem it improper.” He then took it off without any further ado. Elrohir suppressed a grin.

There was a knock on the door a while later. Elrohir quickly went and opened it. “Glorfindel!” He exclaimed loudly enough for his father to hear it. “You’re very punctual, I must admit. Now, I’ll leave you alone with Ada. Have a pleasant time”, he added and winked quite lewdly before leaving and closing the door behind him. Glorfindel’s brow furrowed in confusion. The Peredhel twins sure were acting strangely this evening. Mayhap they had had too much to drink.

His thoughts regarding the twins were interrupted, however, when he realised that he was alone with his Lord, in the said Lord’s bedchamber, with the Lord wearing naught but a pair of leggings and an undertunic. He blushed.

“My Lord!” He stuttered. “You… I mean, I… Your sons…”

“Glorfindel”, Elrond said and smiled relieved, “what a pleasant surprise. I was half-expecting some old bore from my council. Come on in, old friend and sit with me.” He then noticed that Glorfindel was rather taken aback by his clothing. Or the lack thereof. “I hope you don’t mind that I’m not clothed properly. I just grew tired of wearing that dreadfully thick robe”, he quickly explained.

Glorfindel shook his head furiously and found out that one should never shake their heads after consuming alcohol beverages. “No, my Lord, you’re entitled to wear anything you want in your own chambers. Or not to wear anything, if that is what you prefer. Not that I’m expressing my wish to see you naked, my Lord! Uh, I don’t mean to imply that there is something wrong with your body, not at all, I’m sure it is as fit and muscular as it ever was”, Glorfindel babbled miserably. He quickly shut his mouth as he realised that he was only making things worse for himself and blushed crimson.

Elrond looked at his seneschal with a dumbstruck expression on his face. Was this blushing, babbling, flushed Elf the same cool and reserved Elf he had known for several millennia? And why on Arda had he never noticed before how absolutely breathtakingly beautiful the said Elf was? My word, where has this new Glorfindel come from? Or have I just been blind all these years?

Glorfindel blushed even darker shade of red as he realised that Elrond was regarding him with something akin to wonder in his eyes. Very smooth, Glory, he thought grimly, now he thinks you’re a babbling idiot and tries to think of a way of throwing you out politely.

“What I meant to say was that I think that it is wonderful that you have brought young Legolas with you to Imladris”, he said, hoping against hope that Elrond would forget his earlier folly. The sight of Elrond in his undergarments, showing off that beautiful and well-honed body of his, however, proved a major distraction to him and a major turn-on to his cock. He couldn’t help getting aroused. “And I have to say that I deeply admire you for your unselfishness and your gracefulness and your—-“

Elrond stopped listening as soon as he saw the ‘admiration’ jutting out from Glorfindel’s groin and forming a tent on his robe. He raised an eyebrow and shrugged mentally. Hmm… It seems that dear Glorfindel admires you greatly, indeed. And he himself is quite a catch. I say, Elrond, you should just go for it. After all, love is hard to find these days, and you should grab the opportunity when it comes to you.

With that thought Lord Elrond threw caution to the wind and himself at Glorfindel’s waiting – if surprised - arms.

Elrond had always had a thing for blondes.