Tobi is a good boy
I do not own the works of JRR Tolkien
In the gardens, all was hushed.
The wind blew softly, taking with it the scent of lavender.
Erestor's eyes stared fiercely out into the distance beyond, refusing to acknowledge Glorfindel's presence.
Erestor's dark hair curled on his shoulders, creating a curtain of hair. Glorfindel resisted the urge to pull back the curtain of hair.
Instead, he clasped his hands in front of him.
"You did not have to carry me, my Lord," Erestor's sharp tongued voice was harsh, clipped.
Glorfindel shrugged, "I carried you nonetheless, Erestor."
Erestor turned his head away, as if he could not bear to hear his name being spoken aloud.
"I doubt this is about those silly elfings' prank, mellon."
Erestor's head did not move, he still looked away from Glorfindel, staring at the ubiquitous statues that Lord Elrond insisted on having in the gardens. Glorfindel could see Erestor's pale hands curl into fists.
The librarian suddenly stood up, anger flushing on his cheeks. Erestor jabbed a finger towards Glorfindel.
"Do not presume to know me, my Lord," Erestor spat venomously.
Glorfindel quietly replied, "And do not presume to know me, Erestor."
Erestor shot Glorfindel a deadly look which sent shivers down his spine. Glorfindel never knew the small elf could look so dangerously enticing when riled up.
"Oh! Know you?!" Erestor's dangerous eyes met Glorfindel's own azure ones.
"How could I not know you?!" the librarian spat, his anger shining in his eyes.
Erestor paced in front of Glorfindel, much like he did when debating in Elrond's council chambers.
"You, who are so free with their emotions! You act like a damn open book! Sometimes, you're about as dense as one too!"
Erestor black robes twirled as he spun around, his thin arms crossing his body.
"How can you say that you love me? How could I ever be good enough for you?!"
Glorfindel stood and came behind Erestor, wrapping his arms around the small elf. He pulled the librarian closer.
"I love you, mellon. You, with all your imperfections."
Glorfindel bent closer to Erestor's ear and whispered, "I love you, my nightgale."
Erestor surrendered himself to the embrace, closing his eyes.
And I you, my sunlight.