2. 1. Catching Snowflakes
Prompt: Catching snowflakes in a blizzard (thanks blueslashicons!)
Erestor looked across the courtyard. The snow was falling heavily, making it nearly impossible to see across the courtyard! At least the wind had died down for the time being. Now where was that elf? A council, which Glorfindel had been specifically asked to attend, was about to begin and the Captain was nowhere to be seen. The Noldo sighed. While the remade warrior’s glow and positive aura was enthralling, his lack of…Erestor spotted his quarry.
“Lord Glorfindel!” he called from the balcony rail. “What are you doing? Counsel is about to begin!”
The blond looked up, tongue still handing out, and smiled. “I am well aware of the time, Lord Councilor!” he called back. “But nothing tastes as good as the first flakes of winter.” As if to prove his point, Glorfindel stuck his tongue out again and tilted his head to the sky. A large, fluffy flake kissed the tip and melted. “You should try it Erestor.”
Erestor looked at the grown elf, acting like an elfling, with a scowl. “I have no time for such nonsense. Now please come along. Things with the High King are stained enough.” Like a parent watching an errant child who has been called to supper, the brooding advisor stood, arms crossed.
Glorfindel captured one last snowflake before ducking into the covered walkway. Erestor really needed to loosen up a bit, the Lord of the Golden Flower thought. The elf was the most beautiful in Imladris yet his beauty was dampened by aloof attitude and barbed tongue. He wondered if Erestor still stood on the balcony, watching, waiting, making sure the Captain did not dawdle; he peered out from the causeway, hidden by a pillar and smiled. Perhaps there was hope after all.
Erestor waited until Glorfindel was back on track before turning to enter the council chamber. Hesitating, he looked about assuring himself that there were none to see. Feeling completely secure that he was alone, the stoic elf stuck out his tongue and caught an unsuspecting snowflake. He could not stop the smile that grace his fair face as the sudden cold droplet warmed on his tongue. His heart fluttered momentarily as he remembered the look of pure joy on Glorfindel’s face as he tasted what was most likely the first snowflake since his return.
Council dragged on into the late afternoon and the snow began to fall in earnest. Large heavy flakes quickly blanketed the yard. Points were argued, compromises made and the storm ragged. Glorfindel was brilliant in his tactical solutions and even Gil-galad could not dispute that. Erestor’s eloquence enabled him to get matters handled while making others think it was their idea in the first place; a very good skill to have when dealing with a self centered and arrogant elf like Gil-galad.
This was the first really big meeting Glorfindel had been asked to sit in on since his arrival and Erestor was quite impressed. It seemed that the Elda could balance fun with duty. The advisor caught himself, on a number of occasions, watching the handsome ellon. Erestor thought Glorfindel beautiful beyond words. The usually smooth tongued elf often found words escaping him when he was in Glorfindel’s company. As the blond laid out his best strategy to the reluctant High King, Erestor could not stop the thought that flitted into his mind…what would it have been like to be that snowflake melted by the warrior’s hot tongue?
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