Title: Wooing an Elf Part 2
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: 323
Beta: Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Archive: Library of Moria; Melethryn; OEAM; Elves, Warriors and Scribes Archive; otherwise, 
please ask
Authors Note: The prompts used were 10 Nov 2006 – ‘spring’ and ‘rain’.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Glorfindel is a little frustrated.
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Erestor was an enigma.
Since that one night, three months ago, when they first began having a drink together in the 
evenings, Glorfindel was no closer to knowing, let alone understanding, the dark-haired advisor. 
Any questions that were even vaguely personal were adroitly, yet casually, circumvented. It was 
proving to be a frustrating exercise for the re-born warrior.
Looking out the window, he gazed upon the profusion of flowers in the garden that heralded the 
arrival of spring in Imladris, flowers that were currently being bathed with the gentle rain that often 
accompanied the season.
“Something bothering you, mellonen?” Elrond’s quiet voice interrupted the seneschal’s musings.
“Erestor,” he said absently, his gaze still on the garden below.
“I see.”
Glorfindel turned. “Do you?”
Elrond smiled understandingly. “He can be…difficult,” he said mildly.
“I do not think ‘difficult’ is the right word. I am thinking more in the lines of ‘impossible’.”
“He is merely being cautious.”
“Cautious?” Glorfindel stared at Elrond. “Cautious of me?”
‘He wonders as to whether you have an ulterior motive.”
The last comment had Glorfindel completely flummoxed.
“Is my wanting to get to know him better an ‘ulterior motive’?” he finally asked.
“In Erestor’s eyes, possibly.”
“But you are not certain.”
Elrond shook his head. “No, but I have known him for much longer than you.”
“Meaning?”
“I am…aware of various aspects about Erestor – things I am not about to divulge to you,” he 
added, seeing the questioning look on Glorfindel’s face. “It will be up to Erestor himself to tell you 
– if he chooses to.”
Glorfindel pondered for a moment. “Very well,” he said decisively. “I shall have to prove to Erestor 
that he has nothing to fear from me, but he will have to understand that I will not give up on my 
attempts to get to know him better.”
One of Elrond’s eyebrows rose slightly. “Do you think that wise?”
Glorfindel grinned. “Sometimes, mellonen, wisdom is over-rated.”
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Elvish translations:	mellonen – my friend
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