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b2mem2019-03-09 03:10 pm
senalishia) wrote in b2mem2019-03-09 03:10 pm
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Massage, by Senalishia
B2MeM Prompt, Card and Number: “Be Advised…” - B7: Negotiating with Thranduil
Format: Double drabble
Genre: Romance
Rating: General
Warnings: No warnings apply
Characters: Erestor, Glorfindel
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Summary: Negotiations between the elf kingdoms can be exhausting.
Erestor stretched as he stepped from the many-chambered palace into the sun-dappled woods. “Ah, there you are, Glorfindel.”
Glorfindel half-smiled. “Sorry for disappearing. Never quite got used to the Sindar's habit of burrowing underground.”
“No need to apologize.” Erestor kneaded the back of his neck. “You weren't sent along to protect me from our supposed allies.”
“That bad?”
“Oh, it’s all posturing, I think. Thranduil and Amroth are both still finding their equilibrium; they want to be seen as strong, capable leaders, and it makes them a bit...competitive.” He sighed.
He seemed frightfully drained by it. Before Glorfindel could talk himself out of the idea, he stepped behind Imladris's poor spokesperson and began massaging his shoulders, keenly attentive for any sign his touch was unwanted.
For many minutes there was no sound but their breathing, but he relaxed noticeably the longer Glorfindel worked at his tense muscles. He groaned softly as Glorfindel found a paricularly stiff spot just at the base of his neck.
“That feels...quite nice,” said Erestor. “Thank you.”
“Of course. You ought to have someone around to take care of you,” Glorfindel replied, and immediately worried whether he had shown too much of his heart.
Format: Double drabble
Genre: Romance
Rating: General
Warnings: No warnings apply
Characters: Erestor, Glorfindel
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Summary: Negotiations between the elf kingdoms can be exhausting.
Erestor stretched as he stepped from the many-chambered palace into the sun-dappled woods. “Ah, there you are, Glorfindel.”
Glorfindel half-smiled. “Sorry for disappearing. Never quite got used to the Sindar's habit of burrowing underground.”
“No need to apologize.” Erestor kneaded the back of his neck. “You weren't sent along to protect me from our supposed allies.”
“That bad?”
“Oh, it’s all posturing, I think. Thranduil and Amroth are both still finding their equilibrium; they want to be seen as strong, capable leaders, and it makes them a bit...competitive.” He sighed.
He seemed frightfully drained by it. Before Glorfindel could talk himself out of the idea, he stepped behind Imladris's poor spokesperson and began massaging his shoulders, keenly attentive for any sign his touch was unwanted.
For many minutes there was no sound but their breathing, but he relaxed noticeably the longer Glorfindel worked at his tense muscles. He groaned softly as Glorfindel found a paricularly stiff spot just at the base of his neck.
“That feels...quite nice,” said Erestor. “Thank you.”
“Of course. You ought to have someone around to take care of you,” Glorfindel replied, and immediately worried whether he had shown too much of his heart.
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