Connection
by Zhie
| Title: Connection Author: Zhie Rating: PG-13 at most Email: zhiester@gmail.com Word Count: 484 Summary: A series of near drabbles about Glorfindel’s return, and Erestor’s uncertainty. Characters: Glorfindel, Erestor, Lindir, Elrond, Gildor “Lindir? Do you think you might come and assist us?” The call came from Gildor, who was just up the road. The minstrel had once more been counseling the counselor, and happily hopped down from his perch in the tree to be of whatever aid he could. “Of course. What is the matter?” he asked, hoping Erestor would not be too sore with him for leaving. “There is a rogue unicorn having a field day in the gardens. She has already pulled the roses off of Celebrian’s favorite bush and is working on the strawberries. No one can catch her, but we thought... perhaps... Lindir, where are you going?” questioned Gildor as Lindir turned and walked away. “You need a virgin for that. I know what you must have been thinking – go get the young one, he is least experienced. I am sorry to disappoint you, sir, but I am no virgin,” said Lindir as he climbed into his tree again. He peered out from between the branches and as an afterthought added, “Why not ask my companion?” Gildor gave Lindir a quizzical look, but then his gaze drifted down to where Lindir was pointing. Erestor, blushing furiously at the accusation, still sat beneath the elm. “Might you be of assistance to us, Lord Erestor?” Erestor truly wished he had not decided to come outside today. He wanted to lie or dodge the question or anything to keep his private life private. His duty and loyalty outweighed this, and he stood up reluctantly. “Where is she?” he asked glumly. With a smirk, Gildor motioned down one of the paths. “This way, m’lord.” The pair walked in silence – Gildor unable to wipe the smirk from his face, and Erestor too polite to slap it off. They reached the gardens to find more than a dozen elves unsuccessfully attempting to quell the beast. Erestor sighed heavily, and avoiding the inquisitive looks, approached the equine slowly. She seemed to calm as he moved forward and others moved away. “You like eating roses, I see,” he whispered to the creature once he was close enough to stroke her mane. She snorted, but did not leap away from him as she had with the others. “You are lucky I do not like to eat unicorn for all the trouble you are causing me.” A shuffle behind Erestor made him turn his head, and he saw the vision from his dreams so very close to him. Glorfindel held a rope in his hands, which he easily slid around the unicorn’s neck, a loosely tied loop with which to lead her away. “Thank you. She was really beginning to worry Lord Elrond.” “How... how are you able to...” Erestor never finished his question as he watched Glorfindel mount the pure while creature. “Same way you can,” replied Glorfindel with a wink before he rode the unicorn safely away from the garden. |