Tender, by Senalishia
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b2memB2MeM Prompt, Card and Number: “Be Advised…” - B11: Rescuing a small child or animal together
Format: Double drabble
Genre: Fluff
Rating: General
Warnings: Facetious threats of violence; animal death mention
Characters: Erestor, Glorfindel
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Summary: Erestor rescues a kitten
Glorfindel encountered the normally stern, dignified loremaster crouched on the ground, speaking softly to the underside of a bush.
“Come on, now. It's all right. You're safe. Lord Glorfindel,” he continued in exactly the same tone, “you're going to drive him further in. If you come any closer I'll break your toes.”
Glorfindel froze and watched as Erestor darted his arm in, quick as lightning, and pulled out a mewing orange ball of fur so tiny it almost disappeared in even his slender hand.
“There we are. I'm not so bad, am I? Let's get you somewhere warm,” Erestor cooed, stroking the kitten’s head and wrapping it up in a fold of his cloak. “He's one of Anarincë’s newest litter. Poor old girl ran afoul of a fox last night, I'm afraid. Elrohir has the rest set up in the kitchen already, but this one,” he bopped it gently on the nose, “is very adventurous for a young man his age.”
Glorfindel pointedly ignored the fluttering tightness in his chest; he’d been sent to Middle-earth for a purpose, and had no need for distraction by sharp-tongued scholars with unexpected tender sides.
“Quite a brave little soldier,” he agreed gravely.
Format: Double drabble
Genre: Fluff
Rating: General
Warnings: Facetious threats of violence; animal death mention
Characters: Erestor, Glorfindel
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Summary: Erestor rescues a kitten
Glorfindel encountered the normally stern, dignified loremaster crouched on the ground, speaking softly to the underside of a bush.
“Come on, now. It's all right. You're safe. Lord Glorfindel,” he continued in exactly the same tone, “you're going to drive him further in. If you come any closer I'll break your toes.”
Glorfindel froze and watched as Erestor darted his arm in, quick as lightning, and pulled out a mewing orange ball of fur so tiny it almost disappeared in even his slender hand.
“There we are. I'm not so bad, am I? Let's get you somewhere warm,” Erestor cooed, stroking the kitten’s head and wrapping it up in a fold of his cloak. “He's one of Anarincë’s newest litter. Poor old girl ran afoul of a fox last night, I'm afraid. Elrohir has the rest set up in the kitchen already, but this one,” he bopped it gently on the nose, “is very adventurous for a young man his age.”
Glorfindel pointedly ignored the fluttering tightness in his chest; he’d been sent to Middle-earth for a purpose, and had no need for distraction by sharp-tongued scholars with unexpected tender sides.
“Quite a brave little soldier,” he agreed gravely.
