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caliawen · 7 months

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Haunted

Pairing = Glorfindel x Reader

Genre = Teen and up

General ratings = a twinge of angst, fluff, smut implied (?)

Content warnings = smut implied

Word count = 1,4k

Notes = ……hi 🫣 I haven’t posted in a month 🙃 Life has been really busy and I haven’t really had the time (nor the motivation, truthfully) to write. I had a more regular schedule before, but I think for now it will stay… ‘irregular’. I have no idea when or what I will post next. Hope you can understand!

Glorfindel was being haunted. Not by ghosts- no. By the memories of his past life. Of his mistakes. Of his friends. Of their deaths. Of his death. The searing pain of his scalp as he was tugged down and down and down by the Balrog. Of the heat he felt as he fought for his life, for the lives of Idril and Tuor and Eärendil and everyone. His mind replayed those moments over and over, never leaving him a second of peace.

The slight smile of Ecthelion, Rog’s boisterous laugh, Turgon’s exasperation with them, Elgalmoth’s mischievous eyes as he gossiped, Penlod’s hums as he pretended he was listening, Galdor’s excited chatter about the trees and plants he saw, Duilin’s whistles as he walked, Tuor’s love-struck expression as his eyes followed Idril and Maeglin’s shy smile when someone asked him about his work…

Oh, Maeglin… Glorfindel had hated him, for a time. Hated him for giving Gondolin away to Morgoth, giving away their lives.. But that time had passed. In the halls of Námo, Glorfindel had had plenty of time to think before he was reborn. And think he did : about how Maeglin had lost his mother and father. About how his only parental figure was Turgon, who was too busy to really spend time with his nephew. About how he mistook his love for Idril as romantic and not platonic, and how that strained his friendship with her and Tuor. About how rumors spread that Maeglin was a vile being. About how none of them did anything to defend him. About how lonely Maeglin must have been.. About what impossible horrors he felt at the hands of Morgoth and Sauron. About how they never saw how broken Maeglin had returned. About how he didn’t care if he died anymore.

Yes, Glorfindel had thought, Maeglin had done something wrong. And he forgave Maeglin for what he had done, because Maeglin had been a child. A child who needed to be guided and shown love, but no one had stepped up to take up the role.

He thought about you. About your smile, your eyes, your nose. About the way you moved, how you talked and your passions. And he ached. Because he didn’t know what happened to you. He didn’t know if you had died, if you had suffered or if you were still alive. If you had moved on from him.. And that haunted him. His every waking thought, his every dream and nightmare.

Sometimes, Glorfindel dreamed of you. He dreamed that you were laying in his bed, in Gondolin, smiling at him. That you carded your fingers through his hair and told him that you loved him. And when he woke up, his heart ached and he did not know whether to thank or curse Irmo.

Glorfindel had a mission. He was going back to Arda Marred. And he found himself dreading going back. Dreading seeing how everything had changed and how the language had evolved. Dreading how no one he knew would be there. How he would be alone. At least in Valinor, he saw his mother and father. He found himself crying when he realized he did not remember what being embraced by his parents felt like. They took care of him and he couldn’t be more grateful to have them.

When Glorfindel departed, he stood looking at Valinor until it had been long since out of view. He stood still, wondering if he was dreaming. He thought, how ironic, for he was going back. Not anyone else. Him. Laurëfindelë Glorfindel, an emissary of the Valar, granted powers nearly as strong as that of the Maiar. And he didn’t want to go back. Nienna wept for him, for his sacrifice, for his fear and for his love. He found himself appreciating her understanding. She visited him, before he departed. He listened to her words, without understanding : “Dear Child, your heart is being haunted. Your mind is playing tricks on you, and your heart is rendered blind by your pain. But your gut, your gut is still there and strong. Follow it, follow what it tells you. But do not silence your heart and mind for it, listen to them. Listen, but do not follow.”

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When Glorfindel arrived in Middle Earth, he did not know where to begin. He was tired, but could not sleep. He thought about you. About your lips on his, about your laugh, about your hands in his, about the ring he had passed on your finger. He thought and thought and thought. And his heart ached. He walked on paths and in forests, stopping to wash himself in rivers. And he despaired.

It was later that he found Lindon. Days later. Or weeks, he did not know. He met Elrond, someone who would confuse and amuse him for the rest of their lives. Part man, part elf, part maia. He wore the insignias of Fingolfin and Fëanor with pride, daring anyone to confront him about it. He was a gentle soul with a heart of gold and the patience of the wise. He was as kind as summer and Glorfindel found himself basking in his presence, like a flower who had grown up in shadow feeling the sun on itself for the first time.

Círdan was surprisingly mischievous. Subtle jokes, sarcasm and deadpan looks were all things he threw at others, uncaring if they understood or not. He was calm, but could easily terrorize anyone with his anger, like the sea. Board games were his favorite and Glorfindel spent time playing with him, thinking of strategies to beat the older elf.

Gil-Galad was as confusing as he was funny. His father was unknown and he liked to joke around about it. Glorfindel spent time with him when they could, talking about everything and nothing. When Gil-Galad felt Glorfindel starting to lose himself in memories, he would randomly tell a stupid joke. They made Glorfindel laugh each time.

Celebrimbor had been a bit weary at first. Glorfindel almost laughed at the memory of a small Curufinwë Tyelpërinquar staring at him with the exact same look. It wasn’t long until they became great friends. Celebrimbor understood : he, too, was haunted by his past actions and words. Maybe for different reasons than Glorfindel, but the important thing was that he related to how Glorfindel felt. Having his feelings validated was something that alleviated the pain in Glorfindel’s heart.

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Glorfindel walked around Lindon aimlessly and leisurely, taking his time to look around. You haunted him. Everything he saw reminded him of you. From pretty rocks you would have collected, passing by a stand selling your favorite fruit, to someone wearing clothes the exact color of your eyes. His mind played tricks on him, making him imagine hearing your laugh or seeing your beautiful hair swaying in the wind.

He stopped walking at a bookstore, a feeling bubbling up inside him. He looked at the door, curious. His gut screamed at him to enter that store, for some reason. His mind dismissed the feeling, but his heart held hope. They warred against each other. And then, Glorfindel was reminded of Nienna’s words to him. And he went inside the store.

Inside the store, which was cozy and homey, he felt pulled towards a particular bookshelf. His breath hitched as his mind reeled to a stop, his heart pumping wildly. There you stood, browsing the shelf while smiling. Feeling observed, you turned your head, your eyes widening as you saw Glorfindel, your husband, your soulmate, standing there. Glorfindel was frozen, his mind scrambling and heart singing with joy. You were the one to make the first move, throwing yourself in his arms, ecstatic. Glorfindel hugged you back, a sense of wholeness overtaking his mind and body as he kissed you long and passionately.

The two of you spent hours upon hours talking, laughing, crying and hugging. This long-awaited reunion was a balm on Glorfindel’s bruised and battered heart. That night, under the stars, in a magnificent glade full of flowers, you rekindled your fëas. Glorfindel made love to you slowly and passionately, kissing every piece of skin revealed as he undressed you, worshiping your body with his hands and mouth. That night, in your arms, Glorfindel had no nightmares. He woke up to your sweet voice and felt free. Free of the thing that haunted him. And he smiled.

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furious-haste-of-malice · 2 months

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AN: I promised to write a little something for @sortumavaara a while ago, so here it is! Based on and inspired by this artwork.

dark romance prompts

♡ prompt: taboo & overstimulation (rare pair bingo) | Glorfindel x Erestor ♡ synopsis: Glorfindel wants - needs - Erestor and hatches a new plan to make it happen, even if it means breaking a few teeny tiny rules and taboos ♡ warnings: highly dub-con/non-con, aphrodisiacs, obsession, unhinged horny & delusional Glorfy ♡ short oneshot (~800 words)

The thought that he shouldn't do this had crossed Glorfindel's mind.

But the voice of reason had, in time, been drowned out by his desire, no, need to bed Erestor again, a feeling that had taken over his very mind and every waking thought.

It was perhaps, as Glorfindel had also considered, not entirely right to feel this way, yet such a notion again did little to dissuade him; in fact, he had always found it rather arousing to break rules and taboos.

And his favourite lover would enjoy it, he was certain.

Erestor's cheeks were flushed bright red and his breathing was heavy. An empty tea cup sat in front of him, nearly getting knocked over as he sluggishly attempted to prop himself up and rise from his chair.

"Glorfindel... not this again..."

He was slurring his words and sounded almost petulant, causing Glorfindel to smile, endeared by the display.

"Yes, beloved. I promised we would try again, didn't I?"

Instead of waiting for a response, he picked up the smaller ellon and carried him over to the bed to begin undoing his robes. Erestor mumbled a few words of weak protest, but Glorfindel opted to stroke the growing bulge between his legs to soothe him.

"I know it's not easy," he said softly. "After you were so tense last time, I prepared this tea for you. It should make it easier for you to take me. And I'll be careful, I promise."

All Erestor managed was a groan while his remaining clothes were removed, and Glorfindel quickly discarded his own as well. Despite not having consumed the stimulating beverage himself, his cock was already hard as well, standing between his legs with the pride and poise expected from an accomplished warrior like himself.

Erestor gulped and tried to rise, but Glorfindel swiftly moved to sit behind him and gathered him in his arms.

"Let me show you how good it can feel when you're relaxed and ready," he cooed, grasping his lover's thighs to spread his legs wide open.

Two fingers made their way in-between before Erestor could attempt to close them and gently prodded his entrance. Glorfindel found that he was indeed wet, as was the intended effect of the concoction he had slipped into his tea, yet not quite leaking. The amount of lubrication might still be insufficient to fit his entire length inside that tight little hole, but he was certainly willing to try.

Placing his hands on the underside of his thighs, he lifted the smaller ellon up to place him on his lap and align his cock with his entrance, and Erestor squirmed in his grasp.

"No, please," he protested weakly. "Please, my lord. I-I can't. And I promise I won't tell anyone – ah-!"

Glorfindel attempted to shush him with a kiss, but his lips brushed against his cheek instead as Erestor turned his head to the side. His breath came in heavy gasps upon being breached, taking the warrior's large cock inch by inch.

"Ssshhhh. You're doing so much better already," Glorfindel praised, holding him in place when he felt resistance. "Look, you managed to take half of me this time!"

"Stop – ngh – please... ah..." Erestor tried once more, but his pleas were soon reduced to small moans and gasps as Glorfindel began to move inside him.

"We'll up the dosage next time," he reassured him, whispering in his ear. "Then it'll feel even better and you'll be able to take all of me. Doesn't that sound good?"

He received no reply, but that suited him just fine. With every thrust, his world shrank more and more until it was reduced to the wonderful feeling of hot, wet tightness around his cock, exactly like he had imagined it. Glorfindel barely noticed that Erestor came soon after, and it didn't deter him either; he was simply too sweet when he tried and failed to beg for reprieve and could do nothing except take his cock over and over and over again.

He loves it, he reminded himself, and one day he'll admit it too.

Letting out the occasional indulgent moan to inform his lover of his boundless enjoyment, Glorfindel continued to bounce him on his lap and fuck him open until he'd had his fill.

"You always feel so wonderful, Erestor," he breathed when he released inside him, accentuating his words with a gentle, almost chaste kiss on his cheek.

Erestor was silent, and his chest was heaving as he attempted to catch his breath. Glorfindel placed him on the bed and lay down as well, admiring him.

"Do you even know how beautiful you are? How cute and precious and delicious?" he continued and leaned down to pepper his face with more kisses. "I can never resist you, beloved..."

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cilil · 3 months

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Femslash February

⬡ Prompt: Please be gentle & dancing (sweet bingo) | f!Glorfindel x Mentelossë (@elanna-elrondiel's OC) ⬡ Synopsis: The Lady of the House of the Golden Flower and her lover share a moment of joy, or: How the Lady nearly trashed her house before the Balrogs ever could ⬡ Warnings: / ⬡ Drabble

AN: A small gift for @elanna-elrondiel!

We decided to refer to f!Glorfy as Laurefindelë (which is the "normal" Quenya name) because we didn't want to change too much and felt like it was "ambiguous" as is. And to those wondering about the Quenya: It was in fact spoken in Gondolin.

The house of the Golden Flower was filled with merriment and laughter.

Lady Laurefindelë, still clad in her golden armour, was dancing and twirling like a deer in spring, golden hair fluttering behind her. In her arms, held in the manner of a groom carrying their bride, was Lady Mentelossë, cheeks flushed and eyes wet from exuberant joy.

"Careful!" she exclaimed when Laurefindelë spun around again, missing a vase by mere inches. "You will ruin the entire salon!"

"I would lay the entire city to waste for you, my lady; nay, Angband itself!" Laurefindelë laughed and continued her merry dancing.

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dalliansss · 5 months

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Glorfindel ducks his head. “Yes. Sauron is growing strong again upon the Eastern shores, and the Valar sitting in Mahánaxar have decided to…send help.”

Something crosses Finrod’s blue eyes. “Have you fought Sauron , Laurë?”

“No,” says Glorfindel, and he stiffens where he sits. “But I have held my own ground against a Balrog , Ingoldo, and while I also lost, I… ”

“Yes, but you have never fought with the primordial weapon of the Ainur. You never fought with Song.”

“Ingoldo,” says Glorfindel, matter-of-factly. “Ever I have been your friend, and I did not choose to be the one accompanying the maiar back to Endorë. I do not have your wisdom, your beauty, nor your power, and I am not privy to the mind of the Valar, but I promise you this was not my choice to make, and if I could, I–.”

“You would what, Laurë?”

“I would take you with us. I know how much you hate Aman. I know how much you despise your status here. I know how much you despair waiting for Angaráto and Aikanáro, and I know–”

Finrod pinches his lips. It is a sour expression. “What do you have that I do not, and why is it that you are the one being sent back, not me ? Am I not Finrod the Beloved? ”

[Drift @ Ao3]

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valinorianyears · 21 hours

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@glorfindelweek

Glorfindel Week Day 2: Traveling to Middle Earth | The Helcaraxë | Bonds Broken, Bonds Made

Glorfindel walking with Ecthelion, who hadn't left his side since then. (You can take Friends to Lovers from my cold dead hands).

During the coldest and darkest time in their lives Glorfindel and Elenwe, who shone bright with the light of the Vanyar, were helping guiding the eldar across the ice, giving strength where their own failed. And while Elenwe had Turgon to rely on, Glorfindel had Ecthelion.

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overlord-of-fantasy · 2 days

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Day 1: Childhood & Valinor

Little Laurefindele is watching the fish in a river, back in Valinor. He tried to pet one, but it just swam away. Laurafindele is a wild child, who loves running through the forest and always has scratches on his legs and messy hair.

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flnno · 2 months

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the prince and the knight.

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zheiya · 3 months

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Both Idiots

Glorfindel x F Reader

⚠️Warnings ⚠️: Just pure fluff

She slowly makes her way through the town, taking in everything. The beauty, the sense of peace, the people. It's all so different than where she came from. She can almost feel the magic around her, and she loves it

As she walks, she notices the people. The Elves. All of them look so peaceful and content. It must be a great place to live if the people look this happy.

I noticed the sound of swords clashing it looks like I'm near the training ground. I walked towards the sound that picked my interest.

As she moves closer to the source of the noise, she finds herself in the training grounds. It's an open area, with grass and mud all over the ground. And in the center of it are two Elves sparring, their swords clanking against one another. The elves are fast and graceful as they move, hitting and parrying each other with such speed that it seems impossible for them to even be hit.

As I surveyed the place I noticed the elf that assisted me that day. I watched him observing as I sat on the bench.

As she sits on the bench, she watches the two Elves sparring. One of them is the same elf that helped her earlier that day. He fights with such elegance and grace that it's like watching a dance. There's a softness to his movements, yet a strength behind them. And when he hits, it's with precision and power.

The other Elf is younger, with darker hair and a more reckless style to his fighting. He's fast and strong, but lacks the technique of his opponent. It's an interesting juxtaposition to watch the two fight, both so skilled from two different methods.

I continued to observe their fighting style but mostly looking at the blond elf I've met. Based on his sword fighting skills he has more experience.

The blonds skill is evident in his moves. Every move appears to be calculated, while also being smooth and fluid. He fights with an ease that comes from years of training and experience. There's a grace and a poise to his style that makes him look almost like a dancer when he moves. He avoids every move his opponent puts out, yet still moves with grace and ease.

The brunette is also skilled, but in a different way. His moves are more focused on raw power and speed. He uses his size and strength to overwhelm his opponent, but lacks the finesse of the blonde.

She watches carefully as they continue to spar. Something about this blonde elf draws her attention even more than the moves he performs. There's something about his presence, his manner, that is captivating. He moves like a dancer, yet there's an underlying fierceness and strength behind it.

As she watches them, the blonde elf finishes the fight with a swift and graceful move, easily dodging his opponents blow and striking to end the fight. His face is emotionless but there's a twinkle in his eyes that implies he's proud of himself.

As he turns around to face his opponent and raise his hand in a sign of victory, the blonde elf looks around the room. His eyes meet hers as she watches him. And for a moment, she could've sworn there is a spark in his eyes as well. Maybe he noticed her? Maybe he likes the way she looked when she was watching him spar? There's something there, something different than with anyone else. He slowly walks over to her, a slight smile on his lips.

He approaches her, seeming to glide rather than walk. His every move is smooth and controlled and full of grace. As he reaches her, he nods his head politely.

"Good day, my Lady."

He says with a soft voice, but there's a hint of mischievousness in it.

"Did you enjoy watching me fight?"

She is caught off guard by his forwardness and his teasing. He's flirting with her? No one has ever flirted with her like this before. It's intoxicating.

I smirk behind my hat.

"You're experience...you must have been in a battle more than any experienced fighters I've known."

"More than a few, in fact," he says with a slight smile. "And the way you watched and studied me? I'd say you have a knack for observing. It takes more than most to notice the skills of another." He says with a slight bow, holding her gaze.

"May I ask for your name, my Lady?" His voice is warm, yet there's also something mischievous and teasing about it as well.

He takes her hand, his lips curl into a slight smile. He's definitely attracted to her. There's something there. He pulls her hand towards him and gives it a light kiss.

"Glorfindel at your service, my Lady," he says with a slight bow of the head. "I'd be honoured if I can learn your name as well."

There's something about him that makes her feel like he's special, like they have some kind of connection. Even she doesn't know why, she just knows that she likes him and likes being around him.

I slightly lift my hat as I smiled at him.

"Y/N it is a pleasure to meet you Lord Glorfindel."

He smiles and holds her hand slightly tighter. The connection between them is becoming increasingly clear.

"The pleasure is all mine, my Lady," he says with a slight bow of his head.

"Tell me, what brings you to Rivendell? It's not often we see such a beautiful maiden appear from nowhere in this peaceful place."

I chuckled as I looked around.

"It's one of my list to visit this place. I heard there's quite an ample offer around here and that got my interest."

"Ah, yes, this is a wonderful place to visit," he says, still holding her hand.

"We're known for our craftsmanship. Our jewelry, our craftsmanship and our art is known far beyond the borders of Rivendell."

"I assume you're looking for a gift, my Lady?" He asks with a slight smile.

"I have a friend in the jewelry shop. He specializes in gems. Maybe you'd like to go with me?" He asks politely.

I chuckled as I noticed him still holding my hand. As I flickered my gaze back to him.

"Hmmm...I suppose I don't mind an escort."

He smiles and lowers his head slightly, still holding her hands. She must be attracted to him as well. Their eyes meet once more and something passes between them. He has the sense that there is more to their encounter than would be considered normal.

"Then let's go. I'm sure you'll find something there that will make an impression."

He says as he guides her out of the training grounds. He has a feeling that this might not be the last time they meet.

As they make their way through the town, she takes in its beauty once again. The houses are made of wood and stone, covered with vines hanging from the eaves. The streets are paved with brick, and the trees line both sides of the path. There are small shops scattered throughout the town, and the air smells of wood and flowers. She can't help but feel a sense of tranquility and peace as she walks with Glorfindel.

He leads her through the town, his hand on top of hers, and finally enters a store that is filled with gemstones, jewelry, and other valuables.

I flickered my gaze at the store observing the place. It seems it is taken care of very well, I can see that it has great craftsmanship.

"This store has been in the family for hundreds of years," Glorfindel explains as they enter.

"It's a place where many of our people come to purchase gifts and items for their loved ones. It's beautiful, isn't it?"

He walks her towards the center of the store, which is a case filled with several different types of jewelry and gems.

"I'm sure you'll find something here that will catch your eye," he says kindly.

I flickered my gaze on the aligned jewelry and gems.

"Hmmm...well the jewel I'm looking for is already standing in front of me."

As I smirk while tracing on the jewel I noticed.

Glorfindel's breath hitches as he listens to her. She just called him a jewel? Could it be?

He looks at her with a slight blush. His eyes are warm as he looks at her. There's a connection there. He just knows that there is.

"Why thank you, my Lady," he says, his voice softening. "I'm humbled by your words."

"What were you looking for again?" He asks, changing the subject slightly. The blush on his face can be seen through the soft golden hairs of his cheeks.

I looked at him for a moment and chuckled softly. As I picked up a necklace it has golden and blue accents.

"Hmmm...I suppose I did."

He watches as she picks up a beautiful necklace, golden with blue accents. The light hits the necklace, making it glisten and sparkle. It truly seems fit for a woman of her beauty.

"Is this to your liking, my Lady?" He asks politely.

"It's perfect for you," he adds, his voice carrying a slight catch. Something about this woman has gotten under his skin, and he's not sure what. He only knows that he wants to spend more time with her.

I flickered my gaze as I motioned him to lower his head.

Glorfindel's heart quickens as she motions for him to lower his head. Is she going to do what he thinks she is? He lowers his face slightly, watching her with anticipation. She is standing so close to him, her breath caressing his skin...his mind is reeling. He wants this, but does she?

He waits for her to make her move, his eyes on her lips.

I looked into his eyes with a hint of mischief as I leaned even closer. That I could feel his breath on my face.

"Do you like it?"

Glorfindel's heart is beating rapidly now. He's almost shaking. She's going to kiss him? He wants that so badly. He closes his eyes, waiting for the moment, praying to the gods that she will. His heart is beating even faster as she leans closer and whispers. And then it happens.

Their lips meet, pressing together in a tender kiss. His hands go to her waist and hold her close as he savours the moment. Finally they part, and he opens his eyes to see her smiling at him softly. He leans in again, kissing her again.

But it didn't happen I looked at him closing his eyes as if he was waiting for something. I blink as I slightly shake him.

"Glorfindel?"

Glorfindel opens his eyes, slightly confused. It seemed for a moment that she had kissed him, that it was real. But it's gone now.

"Yes, my Lady?" He asks gently, looking into her eyes. She's so beautiful. And he wants to kiss her again, properly this time. He can feel the connection between them. There's something there, a spark.

She's looking at him, and there's a hint of mischief in her eyes. She must want it, too. He leans in slowly, his lips approaching hers.

"I said do you like the necklace I've put on you."

As I gazed at the necklace I put on his neck the moment I asked him to lower his head was to put the necklace on him. But for some reason he closes his eyes as if anticipating something don't tell he was expecting a kiss?

Glorfindel's heart drops. This was a prank? She just put a necklace on him and he thought... No. No, she didn't.

"Yes," He says in a tight voice. He can't believe himself. He thought...he was so sure. "I uh...I like it."

He's speechless. He had hoped, prayed that it wasn't a prank, that she actually wanted him. And now, she had tricked him. A soft blush spreads across his face as he tries to contain his humiliation. And she looks at him with a mischievous smile on her face.

"You were closing your eyes were you expecting something?"

As I smirk.

His face turns redder. How could she do this to him?

He takes a deep breath.

"I was. But it seems I was mistaken."

He starts to remove the necklace.

"You can have it back. I thought it was a gift, but it's clear that you were only..."

He trails off, unable to finish the sentence. He can't even look at her right now. He's too humiliated, too ashamed that he fell for her little trick.

I feel a pang of pain when he has taken off the necklace. In a panic I pulled his collar and put a kiss on his cheek.

Glorfindel almost jumps out of his skin. He did not expect her to give him a kiss, let alone on his cheek. He stares at her for a few moments, dumbfounded. She just kissed him, and not just anywhere, but on the cheek.

"Why..." He says with a frown. He thinks that it was just a move of desperation, but his heart tells him otherwise.

"Why did you do that?" He asks softly. Is she truly attracted to him after all?

I stiffly turned around as I put on my hand.

"... It's a thank you gift for showing me around."

As I peak through my hat.

"... Goodbye!"

As I hurriedly got out of the store.

Glorfindel just stares after her, his mind racing. Did she just kiss him? Why did she kiss him like that? Was it sarcasm? Or was she serious? It was hard to tell, and at this point he's just confused.

He watches her leave, and when she's far enough away, he sits down on a bench. What was that? He thought they had a connection, but maybe he was wrong. Maybe he imagined everything. And he can't believe he fell for a prank. What a fool he is. He puts his head in his hands and sighs.

Glorfindel sits on the bench for a few moments, trying to make sense of what just happened. He is embarrassed that he thought she actually wanted him, that she was flirting with him. It must have been a prank. But why would she do this? Why would she kiss him like that? He doesn't understand, and it makes him even more upset.

He stands up from the bench, a knot in his stomach. Maybe it's best to leave things the way they are. Maybe he shouldn't pursue her. It's clearly a one-way attraction, and she won't give him further attention.

The next day I was checking out in the clothing store. Picking the best cloth for my new dress I will be making. I was in a tough spot on which one I should choose the lavender satin or the baby blue satin.

Glorfindel is about to walk into a shop, but when he sees Rickylyn inside debating over a satin, he stops for a moment. She might not have meant it yesterday, and he shouldn't have misinterpreted her actions. But still, he can't seem to stop thinking about her.

He enters the shop and walks over to her. She doesn't notice him at first, but once she does, she looks up with a surprised look on her face.

"Hello, my Lady," he says politely. "How may I be of assistance to you?"

I didn't notice it was him as I frowned and grumbled.

"Hmmm....I can't pick between these two colors. The lavender one is good and so is the baby blue satin. I'm going with the theme of a nice morning walk on the ocean."

I assume it was the shop assistant that was talking behind me.

Glorfindel smiles at her dilemma. He wants to help her pick. He wants to keep talking to her. But he shouldn't. Yesterday was evidence of that. Even if he interprets her actions in the wrong way, his feelings are still real. He likes her and wants to spend more time with her. But he needs to stop. He has no chance with her after all.

"Both are beautiful colors," he says with a smile.

"The lavender will make you look more regal and the blue more gentle. Whatever you choose will be perfect for the theme."

I silently murmured.

"Hmm...baby blue reminds me of his eyes..."

Glorfindel freezes. His heart drops in his chest. Did she just... Does she have feelings towards him after all? Did she mean it when she kissed his cheek yesterday?

He feels a spark of hope inside him. His feelings haven't been reciprocated. She must be talking about him.

He takes a deep breath. His expression is gentle and sincere as he speaks once more.

"His? Whose eyes?" He asks gently.

I flinched as I turned around and finally noticed him. I looked at him shocked I thought it was the shop assistant.

"Oh Glorfindel! I thought you were the shop assistant."

Glorfindel smiles, though still anxious about her saying she was reminded of a person's eyes. Was that person him?

"My apologies, my Lady. I wanted to help you pick the right fabric for your dress. Do you mind if I give you some advice as well?"

He looks at the satin she has in front of her. "The baby blue one is perfect for a delicate, gentle look. But the lavender seems to match your personality more. It gives you more of a mysterious vibe. And your eyes could complement it nicely."

I cleared my throat and awkwardly nodded.

"Well yes both have a great color and fit on the theme I'm making. I want something that is a nail to help me choose between the colors."

As I turned around to not show my face and just focused on the clothes I'm holding.

Glorfindel nods. What she asks makes sense, but he is still interested in knowing about the person whose eyes she was reminded of yesterday. He's quite curious now, almost obsessed with it, in fact. But he doesn't want to seem nosy or weird. It was one of the reasons why he tried to forget about Rickylyn in the first place.

"Maybe..."

He pauses.

"Maybe I could be of assistance. Can I try both of the satins on you?" He asks politely.

I flinched as I turned to look at him.

"On me?"

"Yes, my Lady..."

He looks at her with a smile. "You said that you wanted help to decide, right?"

He steps closer and offers his hands.

"Let me try the satins on you, and see which one looks better on you. It's up to you in the end."

He stares at her, waiting for her answer.

I bit my lip as I tucked my hair behind my ear.

"Uh...sure."

As I awkwardly smiled.

Glorfindel's heart is beating rapidly now. This is his chance to be closer to her. He quickly picks up the two different fabrics. He holds the lavender one in one hand, the blue one in the other.

"Please don't be shy," he says gently, taking a step towards her.

He offers the fabrics to her.

"Put one of them up to your face and let me see how it looks on you. Just hold it, and I'll take care of the rest."

I nodded as I held the fabric half of my face only showing my eyes.

Glorfindel looks carefully at her. He is so close to her now. He wants to kiss her so badly. But he has to keep his composure. This is his chance to see which fabric will suit her better. It might not seem like much, but he wants to see her face when he touches it.

He slowly brings the blue colored satin to her face and puts it on the other side. He doesn't look at her, instead focusing on the fabric. But just the feeling of his hand touching her skin, even for a moment, is enough to send shivers down his spine.

"So?"

Glorfindel looks up at her. He's still close to her. In his mind he wants to grab her and hold her in his arms. But he tries to control himself. He has to stay professional.

"Hm...it looks like the lavender one complements your complexion," he says slowly, looking at her face. He can see her now clearly. She's so beautiful. He forces himself to look back at the fabrics.

"Would you like to try it on for a full effect?"

I couldn't help but slowly flutter my eyes at him.

"You think so?...."

As I looked into his eyes.

He looks into her eyes. She's so close. Their faces are almost touching. The urge to kiss her is almost unbearable, but he holds back, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. They're still in the shop after all.

There's a soft blush on his cheeks, and his heart is pounding. He feels the same spark he noticed in her yesterday, in their conversation. Whatever this is, he wants to explore it. But he's not sure if she feels the same way.

"Yes," he says softly.

"The lavender one brings out your eyes beautifully."

I can feel my check slowly bloom with redness. As I flickered my gaze to his lips.

"...Then..."

Her blushing face and the way she's looking at him give him courage. He's still not sure, but he gets the feeling that she wants this.

He leans in slightly. His heart is beating a thousand times a minute. He can't believe he's doing this, but he wants nothing more than to kiss her.

He puts his hands on her cheeks gently, taking her face into his hands. He's about to kiss her. He hopes that she responds in the same way.

I slowly flutter my eyes at him as I softly and shyly hold his clothes for support. When the sound of falling in boxes broke our atmosphere. That made me jump in surprise.

Glorfindel is surprised as well. The noise takes him out of the moment. His face is close to hers, their bodies nearly touching, and this moment seems so perfect. He would love to kiss her right here and now. But it's ruined. They were interrupted. The moment is no longer there.

He reluctantly lets go of her and turns to look at where the sound came from.

"What was that?" He asks with a puzzled look.

I blink as I noticed someone bumping the vendors merchandise outside. Which made that noise.

"Ah... someone bumped the vendor's merchandise..."

Glorfindel nods. The interruption was unfortunate. Maybe it's for the best. He probably shouldn't kiss her after all, even if he wanted to. It's better to be professional.

But the urge is still there. He just wants to feel her lips once more.

"Let's help them," he says with a smile. He takes one of the fabrics and steps closer to where the vendor is. He lifts some of the fallen merchandise and puts it back on the shelf. This is his opportunity to get closer to her and spend more time with her.

I nodded as I helped picking up all the fallen merchandise. After we were done assisting the shop owner who gave us a lot of thanks for free fruits from her shop. He looked at me for a moment and smiled.

"So have you finally made a decision?"

"I'll go with your suggestion owner; I'll buy the lavender please."

As the shop owner nods and picks up the lavender fabric and starts to pack up my purchase. I looked back at him and noticed he wasn't wearing my necklace.

"...The necklace... you don't like them?"

Glorfindel freezes for a moment, taken aback by her mentioning the necklace. He quickly regains his composure.

"Oh, the necklace," he says, as he realizes he still has it in his hand.

"I'm sorry, it's beautiful. I just haven't put it on yet. I was waiting for the right moment."

He puts the necklace on, making sure to lock it in place as soon as possible. It felt wrong not having it on anymore.

"There," he says with a smile, touching the necklace softly. "How does it look?"

I blushed as I only dazedly look at him.

"Handsome..."

"Thank you," Glorfindel says, feeling flattered by her comment.

He looks at her, and that look on her face... She looks like she's not herself.

He steps closer to her.

"My lady. Are you alright?" He asks with a concerned look.

She seems so out of it. Is she just flustered from earlier? It's possible. But he wants to find out what's troubling her. He wants to help her. That's his role as her attendant, and that's also what he wants as a person.

I snapped from my dazed look as I blushed even more. I hope he didn't notice it as I cleared my throat.

"Uh- yes thank you for your assistance and your worries."

As I hurriedly bowed and started to bolt out of the store.

"Lady! You forgot your fabric!"

The shop owner shouts at me and I blushed as I hurriedly entered the shop shamefully then took my fabric. As I bowed at the shop owner and to Glorfindel then bolts away.

Glorfindel watches her leave, more confused than ever. She was acting so strange. Did he say something wrong? Did he move too fast? Was she just embarrassed by the interruption earlier? Or is it something else entirely? He's not sure. He feels lost. She seemed happy and even complimented him yesterday. It seemed like all was going well.

But now, it looks like he might have scared her away or made her uncomfortable in some way. He doesn't know what to feel or what to do. He feels so conflicted.

I silently screamed in my room as I put a pillow on my face.

"You're embarrassing yourself! My ghad?! Who just bolts out of the shop after almost kissing him! Idiot! I should have taken the chance! Arghhh! Why do I always get nervous!!!"

Glorfindel is confused. She must have felt the same way he did, right? Was it just nervousness that made her leave, so she didn't act on her feelings? No... He shouldn't make assumptions. And he definitely shouldn't make another move unless she explicitly tells him she likes him too. He doesn't want to make her uncomfortable.

"Damn it!" He curses to himself.

He decides to give her some time on her own. Maybe she'll think about what happened. Maybe she'll realize she missed an opportunity and decide to initiate something.

I sighed as I slid on my bed.

"Ahhh....I should've kissed him."

Glorfindel's world is crumbling around him, his hopes crushed. She wants him to kiss her! Why didn't he just take the chance? Why is he letting his nerves get the better of him?

Suddenly, a small spark of hope ignites inside of him. She wants him to kiss her. That's why she left so embarrassed. She was waiting for a kiss, but he didn't give it to her. He can still make it happen.

He stands up, determined. He won't let her get away like that, not without getting his kiss first.

The both sighed to themselves never once have passed through their minds. They're both mutually pinning for one another.

Why are these two idiots noticed they're interested in one another? Geez

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