Married To An Elf 1

Married To An Elf

Part 1

Posted: October 5, 2007
Title: Married To An Elf
Series: How To Marry An Elf
Sequel to: Betrothal To An Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë
Type: FCS
Characters: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this.
Beta: Aglarien
Author' s Note: The prompts used were 22 Jul 2006 – ‘horizon‘; 23 Oct 2006 – ‘twilight‘ and ‘starlight’; 26 Oct 2006 – ‘jewel‘; 25 Aug 2007 – ‘son’

Summary: Erestor is flustered.

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“Where is he?!”

“Where is whom?” Elrond asked mildly. Erestor stood before him, flustered, and the elf-lord stifled a grin.

“You know very well who I mean. That…that…that…”

“Glorfindel is in the armoury doing inventory, I believe,” Elrond interrupted, amused to see his normally unflappable advisor decidedly frazzled.

“What in all of Mordor is he doing there?” Erestor asked, frustrated.

Elrond quirked an eyebrow. “Did you not hear what I said?”

“Of course I did! You said he was in the armoury, doing inventory.”

“Which, I believe,” Elrond said dryly, “answers your question as to what he is doing.”

Erestor paused, taking in what Elrond was saying. “Doing inventory,” he finally said, a frown of displeasure on his face. “Except he is supposed to be having measurements taken for the outfit he is to wear at the ceremony.”

Elrond looked at his advisor. “Actually, he was there this morning.”

“He was?”

The elf-lord nodded. “I suspect, mellonen, that it should be you having your measurements taken.”

Erestor swallowed. “Oh.” His face paled. “I think I am late,” he whispered.

“I think you are,” Elrond responded gravely. “I suggest you make your way there quickly.”

“Yes…yes, of course.” Erestor turned and rushed inside, leaving the elf-lord shaking his head ruefully.

“Is something wrong?”

Elrond turned and smiled at Legolas. “No; merely amused at the sight of my advisor all a-flutter.”

“A rare sight, I take it?”

“A rare sight indeed,” Elrond concurred. “But, in a way, reassuring. It means that he has moved even further away from that which has plagued him for so long.”

“When is the ceremony to take place?”

“Five days’ hence, at twilight.”

“An unusual time to have it,” Legolas commented.

“It is what both Erestor and Glorfindel wanted. They especially wanted to have the party under ‘starlight and moonlight’, to quote their very words.”

His gaze fixed on some point in the horizon, Legolas murmured, “It will be very romantic, and not just for them.”

“Oh?” Elrond gave Legolas a knowing grin, and the prince flushed. “Did you have something in mind with a certain minstrel, ernilen?”

“Do you mind me courting him?” Legolas asked, a glimmer of worry in his eyes.

Elrond smiled reassuringly. “If anything, I am pleased. Lindir has a loving, generous spirit, and he deserves to be cherished. I can not think of a better elf who will do that.”

The smile Legolas gave the elf-lord was blinding. “Hannon le, Lord Elrond. I would never have thought I could lose my heart so quickly, but Lindir is such a rare jewel that I feel privileged to love him, and that he loves me in return.”

“Being in love is a wonderful feeling, Legolas. I know it all too well. Now, go. I sense you wish to make your own preparations.” Elrond almost laughed as Legolas ran off. He never expected the son of Thranduil to exhibit such behaviour, often being seen as having an air of aloofness that was so reminiscent of his father’s.

“Strange, but Legolas’ words echo my thoughts as to what I think of Erestor.” Elrond turned at the sound of Glorfindel’s voice. “Does being in love always make one feel this way?”

Thinking back to the time when he first met and courted Celebrían, Elrond smiled. “You may take my word for it, mellonen. Love turns us into gibbering fools, the only time when we are happy to be seen as such.”

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Elvish translations:

ernilen – my prince
hannon le – thank you
mellonen – my friend

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