Title: Sleep, Sleep Little Elf

Author Name: zilah

Contact Email: zilah.o.imladris@gmail.com

Beta Name: Lethe

Main Characters: Erestor, Glorfindel

Rating: PG

Genre(s): Romance

Word Count: 734

Summary: Erestor cannot sleep.

Author's note: I'm sorry but I suck with adding requested words in my stories. I loved the requested pairings, and hope you like these.

And thank you, Lethe for your help. Without you, I was lost.

Original Request: Who are your three favorite characters? Erestor, Glorfindel, Beleg

What are your three favorite pairings? Erestor/Glorfindel,

Elrohir/Legolas, Erestor/Lindir

Which other three characters would it be fun to see written about?

Lindir, Ecthelion, Cirdan

What's your favorite color? Green

List three nouns: unicorn, dreams, crystal

List three any three words that are not nouns: cherish, grace, ideals

What are your three favorite places in Middle-earth? Gondolin,

Rivendell, Lothlorien

Do you like to read het? Hmmm. Not entirely.

Do you like to read slash? Oh yes.

Do you like to read gen-fic? Yep.

What ratings do you prefer? I am not particular.

What do you NOT want to read about? Violence, non-consensual, or

anything falling into the BDSM category - I am squirmish.



SLEEP, SLEEP, LITTLE ELF


Erestor was dead tired. Drained. Exhausted.

He wanted nothing more than to crawl to his bed and sleep the next millennia. The only problem was that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't sleep. His work followed him into his dreams, constantly haunting him.

The lack of sleep showed, and everyone avoided him in these days at all costs. Erestor was stern and strict at his best, but now he was impossible to socialize with. Only few elves, his best friends, had dared to advise him to get some sleep. Thus far he had not listened.

* * * *

Erestor was lying on his bed, when he heard a knock from the door. Erestor called that the door was open, and his eyes widened when he saw who came in.

"Oh no! Not him! Not now!" He silently groaned. Glorfindel was annoying and when he was this exhausted, the elda's presence was just too much. In truth, Erestor didn't hate Glorfindel. It was just that the he was far too cheerful when Erestor himself felt so drained. How in Arda he would get rid of him politely?

"What do you want?" Erestor asked, burying his face in the pillow. Maybe Glorfindel would just disappear, if he wished very much.

"I heard that you don't feel well. I came to check if I could help," Glorfindel said.

"You cannot help. Or actually, you can. Go away and leave me alone," Erestor hissed.

"But Erestor dear. That wasn't nice thing at all to say. I only want what is best for you."

"I am not your dear, and I would be very grateful if you stopped addressing me as such. Go now, I beg of you."

"But you haven't heard what I have to say. I know several good ways to get sleep," Glorfindel said hopefully.

Erestor counted to ten very slowly, silently praying patience for himself, and then turned to face the annoying, golden-haired elf.

"Believe me, when I say that I have tried every possible and impossible way to get sleep, and nothing has helped. I have tried a horseback- riding, and a hot bath. Lindir told me to take couple of glasses of wine, and Mel suggested that I should go to the healers for a massage. Not to mention all the stupid advice Elrond offered to me along with the sleeping potion. All for nothing."

"What advice Elrond offered then? I would like to think that the healer would understand something about these problems?" Glorfindel asked, frowning. His curiosity only grew, when Erestor blushed and turned his gaze away.

"Erestor?"

Erestor hesitated for a moment, but then realized that this was a perfect way to get rid of Glorfindel. The councillor was sure that the elda would be shocked after hearing Elrond's scandalous suggestion.

"Elrond… he said that I should seek someone willing elf to my bed and have sex, until I was so exhausted that I fell asleep for sure."

Erestor was shocked after seeing the dazzling smile that split on Glorfindel's face. At the very next moment, Elda was pinned him against the bed.

"I see… If you want to try and follow Elrond's advice, I would be a willing elf. I promise I won't rest until you get sleep, my dear," Glorfindel whispered in Erestor ear, making him to moan.

* * * *

The next morning, the whole Imladris sighed with relief as the certain councillor didn't appear for the breakfast. It seemed that Erestor had finally found the solution for his sleeping problem.

And when Erestor finally, after three days absence, arrived for the evening meal everyone was curious how he had finally managed to sleep.

"Erestor seems well rested, but I think he didn't follow my advice. He is walking a little bit stiffly," Melpomaen remarked with a quiet voice, so that Erestor wouldn't hear.

"But I think he followed my advice. And look at him; he is taking a glass of wine. Surely he must have found it relaxed him,” Lindir murmured, smiling.

"I don't know about that. But I am positive that he followed my advice," Elrond chuckled enigmatically. His sharp eyes had noticed the undershirt that Erestor wore. At the very next moment the half-elf leaned towards his councillor and whispered:

"I must say that you look stunning, meldir (my friend). And that green tunic of Glorfindel's looks fabulous on you."


FIN: