Title: Wooing an Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made 
from this.
Warning: None
Word count: 335
Beta: Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Archive: Library of Moria; Melethryn; OEAM; Elves, Warriors and Scribes Archive; otherwise, 
please ask
Authors Note: This is the start of a series of drabbles that involve predominately Erestor and 
Glorfindel, though will eventually include other pairings as the series progresses. Either out of 
madness, stupidity, or both, I decided to use both prompts (where given) that were posted on the 
Lotrallslash group on a daily basis: Prompts: 9 Nov 2006 – ‘winter’ and ‘snow’.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Glorfindel wants to issue an invitation.
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“Is it my imagination, or is winter particularly cold this year?”
Erestor looked up from his writing and gazed steadily at the golden-haired elf standing before his 
desk. He laid down his quill carefully, ensuring that no ink could drip on his otherwise pristine 
work.
“Tell me, Glorfindel,” the advisor began, his voice tinged with sarcasm, “why do you consider it 
necessary to interrupt me with such an inane comment?” Erestor looked down and flicked off an 
imaginary piece of fluff from his black robe before returning his gaze to the now flushed-looking 
seneschal.
“It is never ‘particularly’ cold during winter in Imladris. Snow falls, yes, but nothing more. Elrond 
ensures this with Vilya, as you well know.” Glorfindel began to squirm slightly under the intense 
gaze.
“Would you join me for a drink this evening?” he blurted out, and then inwardly kicked himself as 
he watched Erestor’s eyebrows rise. He hadn’t planned on being quite so blunt; he had hoped to 
gradually bring the subject up as a casual ‘oh, by the way’ sort of thing.
“I was wondering when you were going to ask me. What time, and where?” Glorfindel could only 
stare at Erestor, wondering if he had heard correctly.
“Glorfindel?”
“Hmm?”
“Shall we say, 9:00pm, in my chambers?”
“Excuse me?”
“For a drink, this evening?” Erestor watched, bemused, as various expressions flitted across the 
seneschal’s face, before it settled to one of stunned disbelief.
“You are actually agreeing?” Glorfindel asked.
“I believe so, yes,” Erestor replied calmly. “Now, unless there was anything else, I would like to 
return to my work. I shall see you later this evening.” He picked up his quill and proceeded, with 
utter meticulousness, to write the remainder of the letter Elrond had asked him to do, yet fully 
aware that Glorfindel was still standing there.
After a few moments, the only other sound to be heard apart from the quill scratching on the 
paper was seneschal’s footsteps as he exited from the room, and Erestor smiled.
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