Married To An Elf 5

Married To An Elf

Part 5

Posted: October 12, 2007
Title: Married To An Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë

Summary: Glorfindel reaches the end of his tether.

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The day before the ceremony saw Erestor in more of a flap than usual. Many an amused gaze was directed his way as he continued to try and organise everything, despite Elrond’s protestations that he need not, indeed should not, do anything at all. However, in the end, the elf-lord threw his hands in the air in resignation. It was obvious to him that Erestor would not be happy unless he had a hand in the preparations.

Glorfindel, in the meantime, watched as his betrothed went through the various lists again and again, wondering how he could possibly get the darkling elf to forget about lists, fittings and the myriad of other things that a ceremony somehow required, for at least an afternoon. After listening to Erestor complain – again – about what type of food to have for the celebration afterwards, the seneschal had had enough. “Leave it,” he ordered. “You have gone through that list so many times that I am surprised the cooks have not walked out of the kitchens, vowing never to return!”

“But…”

“No. Buts.” Glorfindel glared at the advisor. “Enough is enough. It is the day before the ceremony, and you have done nothing but chase your own tail. This is not the first binding ceremony to be held here in Imladris, and Elrond is fully capable of organising it.” The seneschal shook his head. “Yet you can not help yourself, can you?”

“There is still much to do,” Erestor said quietly.

“Then let someone else do it!” Glorfindel roared. He strode towards the desk and picked up every single piece of parchment he could find, barely missing knocking over the ink-well in his haste.

“What are you doing?!” Erestor demanded.

“What does it look like I am doing? I am taking all of this and giving it to Elrond; if there is something that still needs to be finalised for the ceremony, then he can do it. You are *not* doing anything more.” With those parting words, Glorfindel stormed out of the room with the parchments, only to return a few minutes later with a satisfied smile on his face.

“There, done,” he announced. “Elrond said he was more than happy to finish things off. Now, what to do with *you* for the rest of the day,” Glorfindel said with a determined look.

“Do with me? There is nothing to be done, certainly not by you!” Erestor hissed.

“No?” Glorfindel raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“No!” Erestor stood with his arms crossed over his chest and glared at the golden-haired warrior.

“Ah, ervainen vorn, you should know better,” Glorfindel said softly. “There is nothing I enjoy more than a challenge.” His pace was slow and measured as he approached the darkling elf. “Tell me, melethen, are you going to endeavour to thwart me and provide me with a greater challenge?” he purred.

Erestor swallowed. “Do you want me to?” he whispered.

Glorfindel smiled. “I do not think I would mind if you did,” he admitted.

“Good – for if you wish to do ‘something’ with me, maethoren vain, then you will have to catch me first.” With a grin, Erestor quickly dashed past the surprised seneschal and ran out of the room.

“Oh, never fear, I most will catch you!” Then, with a joyous laugh, Glorfindel followed his darkling elf.

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Elvish translations:

ervainen vorn – my dark beautiful one
maethoren vain – my beautiful warrior
melethen – my love

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