Screw Yule Drabbles & Fic
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Master and Servant
R
Glorfindel/Erestor
Summary: After a long day of work, Erestor tells Glorfindel of his plans to go home to his Master.
Erestor rubbed his eyes and loosed a yawn before shaking his head. “I think we need to call it a night,” he said to the elf sitting across the table from him. “I can barely concentrate anymore, and if I do not get home soon, my master is going to be furious with me.”
Glorfindel blinked. “Who?”
“Master is probably wondering where is supper is already,” mused Erestor to himself as he looked out the window at the darkening sky.
“Huh.”
Erestor looked back across the table. “What?”
“I guess I always thought that you lived alone.”
With a smile, Erestor said, “Well, it’s just me, and my master.”
Now Glorfindel looked intrigued. “I never took you for that sort.”
“What sort?”
Glorfindel smirked. “Nothing. So... can your master not get his own dinner?”
“Oh, no. I have to feed master myself. He might have had a snack or two earlier, but he really relies on me. Besides, I can hardly say no to him. He is just darling, with the biggest, most beautiful green eyes.”
The documents were sorted and stacked. Glorfindel rubbed his chin as he mentally recounted everyone in the valley with green eyes. “So, I suppose he is the reason you never make it to the Hall of Fire in the evenings.”
“I will admit, he tends to keep me tied up,” said Erestor nonchalantly. He laughed when Glorfindel’s jaw dropped. “Often I intend to make it to hear the minstrels, but once he gets his paws on me I am reluctant to leave him all alone. Besides, he really enjoys my company.”
“I bet he does.”
Erestor sighed. “Master really is very sweet. When I come home, he meets me at the door. He loves snuggling with me, and gets very demanding when he wants me to scratch him.”
Glorfindel suppressed a chortle. Hearing Erestor – proper, noble Erestor – talking in such a manner, so candidly, was both shocking and amusing. “I suppose next you will tell me you bathe him, too.”
“No, he does that himself, although he usually sits next to the tub and watches me take my bath at night. He always waits for me to finish, because he will not come to bed until after I have settled in for the night.” Erestor yawned again, and then offered, “If you do not have plans, you should have dinner with us tonight.”
“Oh, I think I should leave the two of you some privacy.”
Erestor laughed. “Master enjoys having other people around. If he really likes you, he might sit on your lap.”
“Oh, well... wait, sit on my lap?”
“He is very affectionate, around the right people,” said Erestor as he stood up and stretched. “I am going to go and get a tray from the kitchen. You take the proposals to Elrond, and then meet me at my room.”
Before Glorfindel could object, he found himself alone with the papers they had been working on. He gathered up the sheets and took them down the hallway. Finding Elrond’s office deserted for the night, he deposited them on the desk before contemplating his next move. He and Erestor had been friends for quite a while, very close friends in fact. Glorfindel had actually hoped to have become more than friends, but the opportunity to act on that impulse had never arisen. Now the warrior was torn between going to his own room to sulk over his loss and the curiosity of finding out whom had captured the advisor’s heart first.
He went with the latter, overruled by the grumble of his stomach. He caught up with Erestor a few paces from the advisor’s room, and held the tray as Erestor unlocked the door.
“I am so glad you decided to join us. Let me find master and then we can eat,” said Erestor, directing Glorfindel to a table where the food could be set down. Glorfindel left the tray and followed Erestor across the room while the advisor called out, “Master? Master?”
“Is something wrong?” asked Glorfindel when Erestor went to the table, lifted up the cloth, and peered beneath.
“I think he must be hiding. Sometimes he sneaks into my closet and takes a nap. I will be right back.” Erestor disappeared into another room, leaving Glorfindel to look around at the décor. The main room contained a settee and a few comfortable chairs, including one pulled up to the table. There was a small writing desk as well, and oddest of all, a wooden box of sand by the door.
A vibration up his leg made Glorfindel look down. Leaned against his foot was a green-eyed cat with grey and white fur. The cat continued to purr and nuzzle his leg, so he picked him up and scratched his head as he heard Erestor approach.
“I think he must be sound asleep under the bed or—oh, there he is!”
Glorfindel looked over his shoulder, expecting to see the Elf that Erestor had spoken of. Instead, there was no one. He looked even more baffled as Erestor smiled and lifted the cat from his arms.
“How is my little master tonight?” asked Erestor, touching his nose to that of the cat. “The cook sent you some fish and mashed liver for dinner tonight, so you must thank her tomorrow by catching the rest of those mice in the kitchen.”
“So, this is your master?” asked Glorfindel.
Erestor nodded as he continued to snuggle and fuss over his cat. “What are you grinning about?”
“Earlier, when you were talking about him, you never said he was a feline.”
“So?” Erestor passed by the settee and lowered his arms slightly so that Master could leap onto the cushion. He turned around and found Glorfindel still smiling broadly. “Well? Are you going to tell me?”
Glorfindel cleared his throat. “Let me think,” he said as he circled around Erestor very slowly, sizing up the once again available advisor. “You rush home to him, feed him, bathe in front of him, snuggle him, cuddle him, and call him Master.”
“Because... his name is Master,” replied Erestor, still confused. “He is my cat. Who else is going to feed him?”
“He keeps you tied up, sits on your lap, and enjoys your company.”
“Well, he—“ Erestor suddenly blushed. “Oh, no.”
“Oh, yes.” Glorfindel stopped in front of Erestor. “You would not believe the images that flew through my mind during our discussion.”
“That was not at all—I never meant—“
“Oh, I am not so certain about that,” interrupted Glorfindel. “Wise as you are, I have to wonder how much of that was an accident and how much was subconsciously intentional. There is no reason for embarrassment. You have the potential of being so much more than you are, and yet you stay here and aid Elrond. It is quite respectable and loyal, but you obviously excel at and enjoy what you do.”
“That is true,” admitted Erestor. “I feel... safe here.”
“Using that logic, I doubt you would want to be in a dominant position with a lover.”
Erestor shuffled one foot against the floor. “I suppose not,” he mumbled. “Hypothetically, of course.”
“Of course.” Glorfindel licked his upper lip and slowly appraised Erestor, feral grin still in place. “It certainly seems as if your cat has trained you to be a very apt servant. Perhaps it is time you had a new master for a while.”
A hopeful look met Glorfindel’s gaze. “That depends. Do you like cats?”
“I love cats. I love advisors with cats even more. And advisors with cats who have the potential of sitting on my lap and feeding dinner to me? Top of my list.” Glorfindel walked past and brushed against Erestor and whispered into his ear, “Maybe later I will I make you take a bath so I can watch.”
Erestor shivered as Glorfindel sat down on the chair beside the table and patted his knee. The advisor went to the table and picked up the plate with Master’s dinner on it and set it on the floor. He then sat down on Glorfindel’s lap with a smile unseen by his new master, pleased with himself that his plan had worked so well.
Pensive Lust
PG13
Haldir/Arwen
There was just something about her. It was something seen by others, obviously. They called her the evenstar, and so appropriately. Her radiance was immeasurable and she had about her a certain sparkle unmatched by even Elbereth’s creations.
To Haldir, she was perfect, and such perfection was unattainable. Sensual thoughts of long nights spent together made the long nights spent on patrol bearable. Sudden daydreams both pleased and haunted him. He knew it was only a fantasy. One night with her would have been more than he could have dreamed for, but that one night would dim his shining star.
Disturbing Visions
R
Glorfindel/Erestor; Glorfindel/?
“Tell me what upset you so.”
Glorfindel snuggled closer as his hair was stroked. He blinked the sleep from his eyes. He wanted to forget the nightmare, but an explanation for his distraught outcry was necessary. “It was... horrible. I had no control over what I was doing. My entire body was sweaty, and I was painfully aroused. Then... then the sex began...”
Still holding Glorfindel close, Erestor blinked, but for a different reason. “This does not sound like a nightmare.”
“But... it was not you...”
“Oh?”
“It was... a female...”
Erestor later decided laughing was not the best response.
But Elrond...
Drabble
Elros/OFC; Elrond
PG
“But Elrond...”
“No. There is no excuse for this.”
“But Elrond—“
“How long has this been going on? Wait, do not answer that.”
“But El—“
“I see no reason why you had to—“ Elrond paused when his brother stopped protesting. The woman beside Elros was cuddled up next to him, sharing a bedroll – Elrond’s bedroll to be exact. She stifled a giggle as Elros grunted slightly.
Movement under the fabric caught Elrond’s eye. “Are the two of you still...?”
Elrond nodded sheepishly as his young lover snuggled against him without shame. Elrond sighed and left the tent.
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Master and Servant
R
Glorfindel/Erestor
Summary: After a long day of work, Erestor tells Glorfindel of his plans to go home to his Master.
Erestor rubbed his eyes and loosed a yawn before shaking his head. “I think we need to call it a night,” he said to the elf sitting across the table from him. “I can barely concentrate anymore, and if I do not get home soon, my master is going to be furious with me.”
Glorfindel blinked. “Who?”
“Master is probably wondering where is supper is already,” mused Erestor to himself as he looked out the window at the darkening sky.
“Huh.”
Erestor looked back across the table. “What?”
“I guess I always thought that you lived alone.”
With a smile, Erestor said, “Well, it’s just me, and my master.”
Now Glorfindel looked intrigued. “I never took you for that sort.”
“What sort?”
Glorfindel smirked. “Nothing. So... can your master not get his own dinner?”
“Oh, no. I have to feed master myself. He might have had a snack or two earlier, but he really relies on me. Besides, I can hardly say no to him. He is just darling, with the biggest, most beautiful green eyes.”
The documents were sorted and stacked. Glorfindel rubbed his chin as he mentally recounted everyone in the valley with green eyes. “So, I suppose he is the reason you never make it to the Hall of Fire in the evenings.”
“I will admit, he tends to keep me tied up,” said Erestor nonchalantly. He laughed when Glorfindel’s jaw dropped. “Often I intend to make it to hear the minstrels, but once he gets his paws on me I am reluctant to leave him all alone. Besides, he really enjoys my company.”
“I bet he does.”
Erestor sighed. “Master really is very sweet. When I come home, he meets me at the door. He loves snuggling with me, and gets very demanding when he wants me to scratch him.”
Glorfindel suppressed a chortle. Hearing Erestor – proper, noble Erestor – talking in such a manner, so candidly, was both shocking and amusing. “I suppose next you will tell me you bathe him, too.”
“No, he does that himself, although he usually sits next to the tub and watches me take my bath at night. He always waits for me to finish, because he will not come to bed until after I have settled in for the night.” Erestor yawned again, and then offered, “If you do not have plans, you should have dinner with us tonight.”
“Oh, I think I should leave the two of you some privacy.”
Erestor laughed. “Master enjoys having other people around. If he really likes you, he might sit on your lap.”
“Oh, well... wait, sit on my lap?”
“He is very affectionate, around the right people,” said Erestor as he stood up and stretched. “I am going to go and get a tray from the kitchen. You take the proposals to Elrond, and then meet me at my room.”
Before Glorfindel could object, he found himself alone with the papers they had been working on. He gathered up the sheets and took them down the hallway. Finding Elrond’s office deserted for the night, he deposited them on the desk before contemplating his next move. He and Erestor had been friends for quite a while, very close friends in fact. Glorfindel had actually hoped to have become more than friends, but the opportunity to act on that impulse had never arisen. Now the warrior was torn between going to his own room to sulk over his loss and the curiosity of finding out whom had captured the advisor’s heart first.
He went with the latter, overruled by the grumble of his stomach. He caught up with Erestor a few paces from the advisor’s room, and held the tray as Erestor unlocked the door.
“I am so glad you decided to join us. Let me find master and then we can eat,” said Erestor, directing Glorfindel to a table where the food could be set down. Glorfindel left the tray and followed Erestor across the room while the advisor called out, “Master? Master?”
“Is something wrong?” asked Glorfindel when Erestor went to the table, lifted up the cloth, and peered beneath.
“I think he must be hiding. Sometimes he sneaks into my closet and takes a nap. I will be right back.” Erestor disappeared into another room, leaving Glorfindel to look around at the décor. The main room contained a settee and a few comfortable chairs, including one pulled up to the table. There was a small writing desk as well, and oddest of all, a wooden box of sand by the door.
A vibration up his leg made Glorfindel look down. Leaned against his foot was a green-eyed cat with grey and white fur. The cat continued to purr and nuzzle his leg, so he picked him up and scratched his head as he heard Erestor approach.
“I think he must be sound asleep under the bed or—oh, there he is!”
Glorfindel looked over his shoulder, expecting to see the Elf that Erestor had spoken of. Instead, there was no one. He looked even more baffled as Erestor smiled and lifted the cat from his arms.
“How is my little master tonight?” asked Erestor, touching his nose to that of the cat. “The cook sent you some fish and mashed liver for dinner tonight, so you must thank her tomorrow by catching the rest of those mice in the kitchen.”
“So, this is your master?” asked Glorfindel.
Erestor nodded as he continued to snuggle and fuss over his cat. “What are you grinning about?”
“Earlier, when you were talking about him, you never said he was a feline.”
“So?” Erestor passed by the settee and lowered his arms slightly so that Master could leap onto the cushion. He turned around and found Glorfindel still smiling broadly. “Well? Are you going to tell me?”
Glorfindel cleared his throat. “Let me think,” he said as he circled around Erestor very slowly, sizing up the once again available advisor. “You rush home to him, feed him, bathe in front of him, snuggle him, cuddle him, and call him Master.”
“Because... his name is Master,” replied Erestor, still confused. “He is my cat. Who else is going to feed him?”
“He keeps you tied up, sits on your lap, and enjoys your company.”
“Well, he—“ Erestor suddenly blushed. “Oh, no.”
“Oh, yes.” Glorfindel stopped in front of Erestor. “You would not believe the images that flew through my mind during our discussion.”
“That was not at all—I never meant—“
“Oh, I am not so certain about that,” interrupted Glorfindel. “Wise as you are, I have to wonder how much of that was an accident and how much was subconsciously intentional. There is no reason for embarrassment. You have the potential of being so much more than you are, and yet you stay here and aid Elrond. It is quite respectable and loyal, but you obviously excel at and enjoy what you do.”
“That is true,” admitted Erestor. “I feel... safe here.”
“Using that logic, I doubt you would want to be in a dominant position with a lover.”
Erestor shuffled one foot against the floor. “I suppose not,” he mumbled. “Hypothetically, of course.”
“Of course.” Glorfindel licked his upper lip and slowly appraised Erestor, feral grin still in place. “It certainly seems as if your cat has trained you to be a very apt servant. Perhaps it is time you had a new master for a while.”
A hopeful look met Glorfindel’s gaze. “That depends. Do you like cats?”
“I love cats. I love advisors with cats even more. And advisors with cats who have the potential of sitting on my lap and feeding dinner to me? Top of my list.” Glorfindel walked past and brushed against Erestor and whispered into his ear, “Maybe later I will I make you take a bath so I can watch.”
Erestor shivered as Glorfindel sat down on the chair beside the table and patted his knee. The advisor went to the table and picked up the plate with Master’s dinner on it and set it on the floor. He then sat down on Glorfindel’s lap with a smile unseen by his new master, pleased with himself that his plan had worked so well.
Pensive Lust
PG13
Haldir/Arwen
There was just something about her. It was something seen by others, obviously. They called her the evenstar, and so appropriately. Her radiance was immeasurable and she had about her a certain sparkle unmatched by even Elbereth’s creations.
To Haldir, she was perfect, and such perfection was unattainable. Sensual thoughts of long nights spent together made the long nights spent on patrol bearable. Sudden daydreams both pleased and haunted him. He knew it was only a fantasy. One night with her would have been more than he could have dreamed for, but that one night would dim his shining star.
Disturbing Visions
R
Glorfindel/Erestor; Glorfindel/?
“Tell me what upset you so.”
Glorfindel snuggled closer as his hair was stroked. He blinked the sleep from his eyes. He wanted to forget the nightmare, but an explanation for his distraught outcry was necessary. “It was... horrible. I had no control over what I was doing. My entire body was sweaty, and I was painfully aroused. Then... then the sex began...”
Still holding Glorfindel close, Erestor blinked, but for a different reason. “This does not sound like a nightmare.”
“But... it was not you...”
“Oh?”
“It was... a female...”
Erestor later decided laughing was not the best response.
But Elrond...
Drabble
Elros/OFC; Elrond
PG
“But Elrond...”
“No. There is no excuse for this.”
“But Elrond—“
“How long has this been going on? Wait, do not answer that.”
“But El—“
“I see no reason why you had to—“ Elrond paused when his brother stopped protesting. The woman beside Elros was cuddled up next to him, sharing a bedroll – Elrond’s bedroll to be exact. She stifled a giggle as Elros grunted slightly.
Movement under the fabric caught Elrond’s eye. “Are the two of you still...?”
Elrond nodded sheepishly as his young lover snuggled against him without shame. Elrond sighed and left the tent.
