Who: Glorfindel & Elrohir What: Talking about things they should have talked about three hundred years ago. Where: Their shared apartment When: Now Warnings | Status: Implied homosexuality | Complete
Glorfindel watched Elrohir for a long while in silence, leaned against the doorframe with his arms folded patiently across his chest, and his ankle over the other. His young charge tended lovingly to the plants with the dedication and passion of a parent to a child. It was endearing and it brought such warmth to Glorfindel's heart that he could do naught but smile. It relieved him to see the young Lord do something productive that inspired happiness and pride, joy rather than misery and upset.
Always he encouraged Elrohir to indulge his passions and his talents rather than striving for those suited better to his brother. He had watched Elrohir grow from birth to the lord he was now, proud and noble and every bit the son of Elrond that his brother claimed and more still, in many regards. Glorfindel was proud of him, loved him, and wanted only the best for him in all things. Even in this place. Especially in this place.
But the love he felt for Elrohir had changed over the long centuries of their lives, though never before now had the time been ripe for such revelations. There were bigger things at home that took precedence to Glorfindel's emotions and one might argue that the same held true in this place. But, Glorfindel reasoned, what if they never returned home? When would the time ever be right if he kept waiting for it to be perfect?
Glorfindel pushed away from the doorframe and stepped onto the balcony, touching Elrohir's shoulder with a steady hand.
"They grow strong," he commented idly. "Under your guidance, how could they not?"