Mae g’ovannen! I am Elladan, son of Elrond and Celebrian, grandson to Lady Galadriel and Lord…
This Elladan best Elladan. Argon’s favorite Elladan.
Sweet, nice, dedicated and NOT SCARY.
If you love me you will love him too! AND YOU WILL LOVE HIM.
Or…OR….I WILL LEAVE FLEAS IN YOUR BED. YES THAT’S RIGHT YOU HEARD ME. FLEAS.
Glorfindel took a seat neat by and listened with contentment glimmering in his blue eyes. Admiring the crisp flow that seemed to carry and caress the air in perfect harmony.
Lindir’s pale cheeks became rosy as his hand was lavished with affections, his eyes peering towards Glorfindel. Rarely was the Elf ever so gentle, intimate and silent. “Thank you..” The minstrel gave a melodic sigh, his delight evident in his airy words. He pressed. Bit closer in the grass, moving until their lips were nearer.
Glorfindel leaned in closer, “for what?” he murmured, before pressing his thin lips against the softness of theirs. He let a hand caress their cheek, a hand calloused by countless ages of battle, once used to slay down his enemies now touched with surprising gentleness as it began to trail through the minstrel’s chestnut colored hair.