Attraction by Erulisse (one L)
Mar. 5th, 2016 09:31 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
engarian.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
b2memB2MeM Challenge: 2013 B - Beauty
Format: Triple Drabble
Genre: Narrative Drama
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Characters: Glorfindel, Erestor
Pairings: None (yet)
Creators' Notes (optional): None
Summary: Sent to the refugee camp of Imladris by Ereinion, Glorfindel arrives and starts to settle in.
Attraction
After a few hours of sleep he arose, refreshed, and rejoined the community. The colony was under construction, reminding him of an ant hive beneath concentrated light. It was late afternoon but groups still worked to erect tents and construct housing. A hint of cold was in the air, reminding him that shelters had to be ready before the winter snows hit the high valley.
Several large multi-family structures seemed already occupied. Closer to the waterfall, a large building with double-doors was positioned to guard the valley. Nearby was the narrow bridge across the rushing river where he and his horse had finally finished their long, perilous journey only one day before. In a far clearing, troops were practicing with bows and swords. He itched to join them but needed his assignment first.
Glorfindel headed to the large dwelling; sure he would find Elrond within. He stepped through the double doors into a noise-filled large vaulted entry. Various people clamored for the attention of a black-haired elf standing atop a small riser, holding a parchment stretched on a traveling desk.
His breath caught as he looked at the strange elf. He backed against a wall, eyes locked, heart pounding, astounded by the elf's beauty. He soon saw that despite the surge of bodies, there was organization and discipline under the control of this single elf. It took only a few minutes before he locked eyes and began drowning in blue eyes framed by sleek black hair. After a small nod of acknowledgement, the elf broke the spell and turned his attention elsewhere.
For more than a mark Glorfindel stood immobile, watching the elf work. Finally the press of people lessened and a second elf took over. The elf lithely walked to him.
"Welcome to Imladris, Glorfindel. My name is Erestor."
Format: Triple Drabble
Genre: Narrative Drama
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Characters: Glorfindel, Erestor
Pairings: None (yet)
Creators' Notes (optional): None
Summary: Sent to the refugee camp of Imladris by Ereinion, Glorfindel arrives and starts to settle in.
Attraction
After a few hours of sleep he arose, refreshed, and rejoined the community. The colony was under construction, reminding him of an ant hive beneath concentrated light. It was late afternoon but groups still worked to erect tents and construct housing. A hint of cold was in the air, reminding him that shelters had to be ready before the winter snows hit the high valley.
Several large multi-family structures seemed already occupied. Closer to the waterfall, a large building with double-doors was positioned to guard the valley. Nearby was the narrow bridge across the rushing river where he and his horse had finally finished their long, perilous journey only one day before. In a far clearing, troops were practicing with bows and swords. He itched to join them but needed his assignment first.
Glorfindel headed to the large dwelling; sure he would find Elrond within. He stepped through the double doors into a noise-filled large vaulted entry. Various people clamored for the attention of a black-haired elf standing atop a small riser, holding a parchment stretched on a traveling desk.
His breath caught as he looked at the strange elf. He backed against a wall, eyes locked, heart pounding, astounded by the elf's beauty. He soon saw that despite the surge of bodies, there was organization and discipline under the control of this single elf. It took only a few minutes before he locked eyes and began drowning in blue eyes framed by sleek black hair. After a small nod of acknowledgement, the elf broke the spell and turned his attention elsewhere.
For more than a mark Glorfindel stood immobile, watching the elf work. Finally the press of people lessened and a second elf took over. The elf lithely walked to him.
"Welcome to Imladris, Glorfindel. My name is Erestor."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}