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Write-in was good to me. Since I was at 10k going into it, I added 50% to my total in one day. And, I'm only 3k away from my brother now.
And, considering those of you reading are all pretty adamant that I teased you unnecessarily... here you are... though, I'll be redoing this part (adding more later) so it won't be a bore when it's in the final draft.
“What are you upset about?” Glorfindel asked only after spending the entire afternoon trying to work on the budgets for the Last Homely House, while watching Erestor sit at his desk and scribble something now and then as he mostly stared off at an empty space on the wall.
Erestor closed his eyes and rubbed circles around them with his fingertips. “Nothing. Everything is fine.”
“If it was nothing, you would have been more productive this afternoon. Barely anything has been accomplished, and I have no idea how to motivate you. I can tell something is bothering you. If you tell me what, I might be able to help in some way.”
“Just a little mild depression.”
“About what?”
Erestor stretched his arms back behind his head and Glorfindel heard a few tiny pops and cracks. “I just thought maybe I had a chance with her.”
“With... Gilraen?”
“It seemed like Estel was really starting to bond with me, and since Elrond is not technically available for any sort of romantic encounter—“
“What makes you think she wants a romantic encounter?” Glorfindel crossed his arms over his chest. “There are a lot of people in this valley who are looking for romantic companionship, and there are some who are not. I think she simply wants someone to commiserate with who can be a surrogate father to her child. As it stands, Estel still believes that Elrond is his father. Until something is said to the contrary, it would certainly not be proper for her to have some affair with someone other than Estel’s father.”
“Except that Elrond is not truly his father, and... and... forget it. You asked me why I was upset, and I have told you. You can do nothing.” Erestor opened the bottom drawer of his desk and began to fix himself a drink.
“You should really cut down on that.”
Instead of putting the bottle away, Erestor poured out an extra portion. He lifted the nearly overfilled glass and barely tilted it, just keeping the liquid contained. “Cheers.”
Glorfindel took off his spectacles and folded them. Placing his hands together, he looked across the joined desks at his companion. “Not everyone needs to have a wife to make them happy.”
“Well, I do. I need someone, dammit.” He drank deeply from the glass, finished it, and brought the bottle out again. “I hardly know what to do anymore.”
It was not long before half of the whisky was drained, leaving Erestor slumped slightly, hand upon his cheek, giving Glorfindel a distant look. “I wish I knew what would make me happy again.”
“Are you unhappy?”
Erestor shrugged.
Glorfindel watched Erestor shakily raise the glass with his other hand. “Do you want to know a secret?” he asked softly.
“A secret? About who?” asked Erestor, his words slurring together without much care.
“A secret about yourself,” Glorfindel said. “Something you do. Or actually, something you do not do.”
“Do tell,” insisted Erestor.
“When you drink and get this drunk, you never remember it the next day. You blank out completely.”
“I knew that,” answered Erestor. He tipped his head back and swallowed the remaining liquid from his glass. “It just... ends up easier that way. Sometimes, I need to forget in order to keep going.”
“But you do things that you would not normally do.” Glorfindel stood up from his chair and moved around to the other side of the desk. “There are things... you have said. Things you have... revealed to me.” He smiled and knelt down in front of Erestor. “Things... we have done.”
This seemed to startle and sober Erestor for a second. “So you know then?”
“Mmmhmm.”
Erestor licked his lips, the taste of the liquor obvious, his tongue swelled from the heavy drink. “Why have you never told me when I was sober?”
“Because I want you to come to me when you are ready – when you are completely ready.” Glorfindel rose up again and walked across the room where the door was. Instead of leaving, he locked the door and as an added measure placed a chair beneath the knob to prevent any sudden intrusions into the office. “You are beautiful.”
“So are you,” offered Erestor as Glorfindel approached again.
The blond sized up Erestor as he picked up the bottle and poured another glass full for him. “Here. Keep drinking. It takes at least four of these to keep you from remembering in the morning.”
Erestor accepted the glass but did not drink right away. “You should really tell me. It would make life easier for both of us.”
“Maybe I want to make you suffer a little.” Glorfindel bit his lip, surprised at how honest he had suddenly become. “You are so stubborn.”
“I am afraid.” Erestor took hold of Glorfindel’s arm and boldly pulled the blond onto his lap. “Liquid courage,” he said, holding the glass aloft.
“Mmmhmm.” Glorfindel nuzzled his cheek to Erestor’s chest. “I hope someday you do not need it any longer. I want to spend the whole night with you, not just bits and pieces throughout our lives that you never remember.”
Erestor put the glass down. One arm wrapped around Glorfindel, and his other hand smoothed back the blond mane. “My beautiful warrior. I wonder why you wait for me.”
And, considering those of you reading are all pretty adamant that I teased you unnecessarily... here you are... though, I'll be redoing this part (adding more later) so it won't be a bore when it's in the final draft.
“What are you upset about?” Glorfindel asked only after spending the entire afternoon trying to work on the budgets for the Last Homely House, while watching Erestor sit at his desk and scribble something now and then as he mostly stared off at an empty space on the wall.
Erestor closed his eyes and rubbed circles around them with his fingertips. “Nothing. Everything is fine.”
“If it was nothing, you would have been more productive this afternoon. Barely anything has been accomplished, and I have no idea how to motivate you. I can tell something is bothering you. If you tell me what, I might be able to help in some way.”
“Just a little mild depression.”
“About what?”
Erestor stretched his arms back behind his head and Glorfindel heard a few tiny pops and cracks. “I just thought maybe I had a chance with her.”
“With... Gilraen?”
“It seemed like Estel was really starting to bond with me, and since Elrond is not technically available for any sort of romantic encounter—“
“What makes you think she wants a romantic encounter?” Glorfindel crossed his arms over his chest. “There are a lot of people in this valley who are looking for romantic companionship, and there are some who are not. I think she simply wants someone to commiserate with who can be a surrogate father to her child. As it stands, Estel still believes that Elrond is his father. Until something is said to the contrary, it would certainly not be proper for her to have some affair with someone other than Estel’s father.”
“Except that Elrond is not truly his father, and... and... forget it. You asked me why I was upset, and I have told you. You can do nothing.” Erestor opened the bottom drawer of his desk and began to fix himself a drink.
“You should really cut down on that.”
Instead of putting the bottle away, Erestor poured out an extra portion. He lifted the nearly overfilled glass and barely tilted it, just keeping the liquid contained. “Cheers.”
Glorfindel took off his spectacles and folded them. Placing his hands together, he looked across the joined desks at his companion. “Not everyone needs to have a wife to make them happy.”
“Well, I do. I need someone, dammit.” He drank deeply from the glass, finished it, and brought the bottle out again. “I hardly know what to do anymore.”
It was not long before half of the whisky was drained, leaving Erestor slumped slightly, hand upon his cheek, giving Glorfindel a distant look. “I wish I knew what would make me happy again.”
“Are you unhappy?”
Erestor shrugged.
Glorfindel watched Erestor shakily raise the glass with his other hand. “Do you want to know a secret?” he asked softly.
“A secret? About who?” asked Erestor, his words slurring together without much care.
“A secret about yourself,” Glorfindel said. “Something you do. Or actually, something you do not do.”
“Do tell,” insisted Erestor.
“When you drink and get this drunk, you never remember it the next day. You blank out completely.”
“I knew that,” answered Erestor. He tipped his head back and swallowed the remaining liquid from his glass. “It just... ends up easier that way. Sometimes, I need to forget in order to keep going.”
“But you do things that you would not normally do.” Glorfindel stood up from his chair and moved around to the other side of the desk. “There are things... you have said. Things you have... revealed to me.” He smiled and knelt down in front of Erestor. “Things... we have done.”
This seemed to startle and sober Erestor for a second. “So you know then?”
“Mmmhmm.”
Erestor licked his lips, the taste of the liquor obvious, his tongue swelled from the heavy drink. “Why have you never told me when I was sober?”
“Because I want you to come to me when you are ready – when you are completely ready.” Glorfindel rose up again and walked across the room where the door was. Instead of leaving, he locked the door and as an added measure placed a chair beneath the knob to prevent any sudden intrusions into the office. “You are beautiful.”
“So are you,” offered Erestor as Glorfindel approached again.
The blond sized up Erestor as he picked up the bottle and poured another glass full for him. “Here. Keep drinking. It takes at least four of these to keep you from remembering in the morning.”
Erestor accepted the glass but did not drink right away. “You should really tell me. It would make life easier for both of us.”
“Maybe I want to make you suffer a little.” Glorfindel bit his lip, surprised at how honest he had suddenly become. “You are so stubborn.”
“I am afraid.” Erestor took hold of Glorfindel’s arm and boldly pulled the blond onto his lap. “Liquid courage,” he said, holding the glass aloft.
“Mmmhmm.” Glorfindel nuzzled his cheek to Erestor’s chest. “I hope someday you do not need it any longer. I want to spend the whole night with you, not just bits and pieces throughout our lives that you never remember.”
Erestor put the glass down. One arm wrapped around Glorfindel, and his other hand smoothed back the blond mane. “My beautiful warrior. I wonder why you wait for me.”
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Adorable and great but makes me want to slap them both even more! And want to know what these other things they've done have been.
Oooooooh baby. ♥
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