Imagine Elrond  falling asleep at his desk and Glorfindel picking him up and tucking him into bed.

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Glorfindel reined in Asfaloth as he and his patrol reached the gates of Imladris. The day had been rather uneventful, filled with wandering around in groups of two or three with no one finding anything worthwhile. Though, none of them thought that they would find anything, it was an Age of peace.

The Vanya slipped down from the back of his gallant white steed, landing on the ground with the clank of metal. As soon as he was on solid ground, Glorfindel began to claw at his golden locks which were hopelessly tangled with leaves. He swore under his breath as his hand got caught in his hair, surrounded by snarls. 

"Lord Glorfindel?" He just managed to pull his hand free as Haereldir, one of his patrol members clambered off of his horse to stand by his side. Chestnut hair fell down his back in a neat strand,"Shall I take Asfaloth?"

"No," Glorfindel brought his hand away from his hair and smiled, clasping them behind his back so he couldn't get them caught in his wild yellow mane. "I'll take him, Haereldir." He looked over to the young man's horse, a silver mare with a coal black mane and tail. "I can take your's as well."

"You don't have to do that Commander!" Blue eyes widened in surprise. 

"Ah don't fret Haereldir, I can take your and your brother's mount." He smiled, "It's fine. I'm going down there anyways." He looked over his shoulder at the tall blond haired man that dismounted his own red stallion. "And Turdaer can come with me."

The blond man looked up in surprise, only to sigh at the Vanya. "If Glorfindel says I will go with, than go with I must. Durdaer, Elhael, give me your horses." The swordsman and the healer shrugged, dismounting like the others and handing their horses reins to Turdaer. 

The four other warriors in the patrol bowed and said their thanks before heading for the main doors. It was early evening, and the songs and tales in the Hall of Fire would begin soon.

"Should I say my thanks as well for having you order me into walking with you?"

"Hm, I suppose you should." Glorfindel grinned. "Out of any of the patrol to drag along, you should be proud that I chose you."

"Proud indeed." Turdaer muttered under his breath as he began to walk forward with the three horses in tow. Glorfindel only smiled, walking up beside him. "So what's this about?" The blond guard looked over at the Commander. "You dragged me into doing this for a reason, I hope."

"Aye, I did."

"Go on then, spit it out." Glorfindel chuckled and hit the elf lightly on the arm.

"Should we send out Maethorion and his lot, or should we keep them all here?" Turdaer looked over in surprise.

"Commander, if anything is to come and pitch a threat against this city, it would be at night. Send the six of them out I say, better to be safe than sorry. Besides, that's their job here." The blond turned his gaze back on the path. "If we had to go out, than they have to as well."

"Fair as always, Turdaer." Glorfindel nodded, "Then everything will go as planned. No reason to derail the routine, I say."

The two warriors walk under the bleeding sky to the stables, where the horses were handed off to the stable boys. Glorfindel gave Asfaloth a pat on the muzzle before he was taken to his stall. From behind the Lord was pushed forward, causing him to stumble. Whipping around he was met, face to muzzle with Arda, Lord Elrond's faithful stallion. The playful big black attempted to nip at the Vanya's wild mane of golden hair only to be swatted away. 

"Ai! If you can't bite Elrond, than you can't bite me!" Arda only gave a snort before turning around in his stall and munching on the hay that was up against the wall. Glorfindel huffed, patting at his wild mane in concern. 

"Alright Commander, the horses are all in their stalls." Turdaer crossed his arms and walked over to stand before the Elven Lord, his half missing index finger easily seen. "I'm I free to go?"

"Nay Turdaer! You are forever my prisoner of war." He received a swat to the arm from the blond before Turdaer huffed and marched out of the stables, his armor clanking. The Lord chuckled to himself as the stable boys busied themselves with feeding the horses, watching the arch that his companion marched out of.

He shook his head, clasped his hands behind his back, and began the trek to the front doors. The gravel scraped under his boots as he walked. The sweet sounds of harp music and gentle voices drifted through the air. The sky above had become mostly purple with yellow and red in the west while the eastern part of the sky had become mostly dark. Some stars could even be seen along with the moon.

The Vanya grabbed a chunk of his hair and held it in front of himself while he walked. "I'm going to have to brush out my hair." He attempted to claw through the golden strands once again and was left in pain. 

Glorfindel stepped back onto the main path and slipped under the arch that lead to the front doors. Jogging up the stairs the Vanya found that the doors were still swung wide open. Walking through the doors he peeped around the corners to see where all the elves were. Most of them were in the Hall of Fire, but quite a few of them still wandered the halls in the dying sun. 

He decided to visit Elrond before he went back into his own chambers, he could tell him what they had found, which was nothing. But Elrond would want to know anyways, so know he shall. The windows let in the red sun and turned the floor to bloody stone. Even the blue tapestries were red, or perhaps more of a purple. The Royal Wing surrounded him with tapestries, tall glass windows, and doors. 

Glorfindel gave a sly smirk to the empty corridor before sliding to Elrond's door and knocking in a rhythmic tune. The Lord's smirk faded into a look of confusion as the normal, irritated response from his lover never came. He knocked again, normally this time, "Elrond?" Still an answer never came and the Commander was slightly concerned. He opened the door, for Elrond rarely had the door locked, and found Elrond he did.

The peredhil had his head nestled into his arms, black hair flowing over them like a river over a hill. The long sleeves of his robes were hanging limply from the edge of his desk or bunched up under his arms. There was a grey and white quill in Elrond's hands and a piece of parchment was just visible past his folded arms. Elrond was fast asleep.

"It looks like you haven't slept in a while love." The Vanya spoke softly to himself as he watched the Lord's chest rise and fall. His mangled hair forgotten, Glorfindel went and stood behind Elrond. He slipped the quill from his hands and wiped the black ink from the tip with a piece of cloth before laying it down on the desk. Screwing the cap back onto the ink bottle, a small smile played on his lips. 

"Let's get you to bed love." Glorfindel dropped down to one knee, slipping one arm under Elrond's knees and another under his arms. The Lord was light enough for the Vanya to carry without much of a problem. Elrond's head rested on Glorfindel's shoulder as the Vanya carried him from his study out into the hall, having to try and unhitch the door with only one hand. Eventually he succeeded by hitting the door handle and then kicking the door in close succession. 

The Royal Wing was empty, quiet, as Glorfindel turned and shut the door into the Lord's study. He walked to Elrond's bedroom door and groaned, it would be another test of luck and one handed skill. Thankfully, he was able to open it much like he had the other door. Elrond shifted in his arms, pressing the bridge of his nose up against the Vanya's neck. 

Glorfindel chuckled, closing the door and taking his shoes off by holding the back of his boot down with his other boot and pulling his foot out. He almost lost his balance, but was able to regain it quick enough that all the elf in his arms did was shift around again.

The commander sighed in relief and walked over to the bed. He gently laid his love down on the bed. Glorfindel took the Lord's sandals and threw them on the floor next to his own boots before walking back over to the bed and collapsing on the other side. He pulled Elrond into his arms and sighed in bliss. Looking down he saw that the peredhil was still sleeping. When the Lord did sleep, he slept like a babe. Glorfindel rested his chin on the crown of the peredhil's head, smiling. The Vanya looked down once more to his sleeping lover, only to once again see the leaves in his hair.

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Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww <3 =3

Oh come on, they're cute together.