Distress, by Senalishia
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b2memB2MeM Prompt, Card and Number: “Be Advised…” - O75: Being in trouble and rescued by the other
Format: Double drabble
Genre: Drama, friendship, romance, angst
Rating: General
Warnings: Gender dysphoria
Characters: Erestor, Glorfindel
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Summary: Glorfindel helps Erestor deal with some tough feelings
Elrond kept them both very busy, so Glorfindel felt guilty but not entirely surprised when he realized that no one had seen Erestor in a day and a half. He hoped, faintly, that he had simply taken a well-deserved break from his unreasonable workload.
He knocked on Erestor’s door and was relieved to hear at least a weak, “Yes?”
Erestor lay on his bed, fully clothed, one arm flung over his eyes. It seemed as if he may not have moved from that position for some time. Glorfindel sat down next to him and, after a moment's consideration, took hold of his free hand. “What's wrong?”
“Only my own foolishness,” Erestor muttered.
“I'll listen anyway.”
Erestor shifted his arm and looked at him. “Every few centuries Men rediscover the humor in suggesting that all elves are so feminine it is impossible to tell an ellon from an elleth.” He grimaced. “Normally I'm not this distressed by it.”
“You have every right. I know you worked hard to be recognized as who you are.”
“And I succeeded, and that should be the end of it, and yet the fear creeps in still.” Erestor squeezed his hand. “Your support is appreciated, however.”
Format: Double drabble
Genre: Drama, friendship, romance, angst
Rating: General
Warnings: Gender dysphoria
Characters: Erestor, Glorfindel
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Summary: Glorfindel helps Erestor deal with some tough feelings
Elrond kept them both very busy, so Glorfindel felt guilty but not entirely surprised when he realized that no one had seen Erestor in a day and a half. He hoped, faintly, that he had simply taken a well-deserved break from his unreasonable workload.
He knocked on Erestor’s door and was relieved to hear at least a weak, “Yes?”
Erestor lay on his bed, fully clothed, one arm flung over his eyes. It seemed as if he may not have moved from that position for some time. Glorfindel sat down next to him and, after a moment's consideration, took hold of his free hand. “What's wrong?”
“Only my own foolishness,” Erestor muttered.
“I'll listen anyway.”
Erestor shifted his arm and looked at him. “Every few centuries Men rediscover the humor in suggesting that all elves are so feminine it is impossible to tell an ellon from an elleth.” He grimaced. “Normally I'm not this distressed by it.”
“You have every right. I know you worked hard to be recognized as who you are.”
“And I succeeded, and that should be the end of it, and yet the fear creeps in still.” Erestor squeezed his hand. “Your support is appreciated, however.”
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Date: 2019-03-18 06:57 am (UTC)