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b2mem2019-03-10 09:21 am
senalishia) wrote in b2mem2019-03-10 09:21 am
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Storytime, by Senalishia
B2MeM Prompt, Card and Number: ”Be Advised…” - N39: Babysitting the twins
Format: Double drabble
Genre: Fluff
Rating: General
Warnings: No warnings apply
Characters: Erestor, Glorfindel
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Summary: Storytime with Glorfindel
Technically, Erestor was the one responsible for the twins’ wellbeing while their parents were away; Glorfindel was merely around a lot of the time. Not that he minded the extra pair of eyes. The boys could be uncannily mature for their age in a way that forcibly reminded him they were not entirely elvish, but they also got into far more trouble than he would have expected.
Glorfindel had captured their attention with a story, and Erestor found himself almost as rapt as they were. He had never, of course, pressed for details about Glorfindel's past, but he was a historian at heart, and savored these spontaneous moments of openness as he would a fine wine.
“You see, Eärendil had never been allowed beyond even the innermost gate. The biggest body of water he had ever seen was the ornamental pond in front of Ecthelion's house. So explaining his name was a bit more difficult than ‘well just look at these dazzling golden locks of mine’...”
Erestor suppressed the urge to write all this down; he would still probably jot some notes once his time was his own again. But for now, the cadence of Glorfindel's voice was entrancing enough.
Format: Double drabble
Genre: Fluff
Rating: General
Warnings: No warnings apply
Characters: Erestor, Glorfindel
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Summary: Storytime with Glorfindel
Technically, Erestor was the one responsible for the twins’ wellbeing while their parents were away; Glorfindel was merely around a lot of the time. Not that he minded the extra pair of eyes. The boys could be uncannily mature for their age in a way that forcibly reminded him they were not entirely elvish, but they also got into far more trouble than he would have expected.
Glorfindel had captured their attention with a story, and Erestor found himself almost as rapt as they were. He had never, of course, pressed for details about Glorfindel's past, but he was a historian at heart, and savored these spontaneous moments of openness as he would a fine wine.
“You see, Eärendil had never been allowed beyond even the innermost gate. The biggest body of water he had ever seen was the ornamental pond in front of Ecthelion's house. So explaining his name was a bit more difficult than ‘well just look at these dazzling golden locks of mine’...”
Erestor suppressed the urge to write all this down; he would still probably jot some notes once his time was his own again. But for now, the cadence of Glorfindel's voice was entrancing enough.