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H. harlequin (har'le-quin) n.: clown; traditional clown dressed in motley
Elrond/Glorfindel, Erestor
Elrond stroked the blond head nestled into his shoulder, "It can not be as bad as you claim it to be. Surely, you exaggerate the situation."
A muffled whine met these words, "You say that because you don't see how he treats me when you are not around. Ask anyone and they will tell you that he detests me. He treats me as if I were dirt beneath his precious feet."
Elrond smiled, "Maybe he would not take you to task so harshly if you did not behave so outlandishly in his presence. You know that Erestor is not one to look favorably upon what he perceives as foolishness. I do not understand it either. Why do you go out of your way to act the harlequin when he is around. You know it annoys him."
Glorfindel was silent and still for a moment, "Because if Erestor is not berating me, he is ignoring me...and that I can not take."
Elrond stroked his hand over the silky hair once more, "I worry, Glorfindel."
"Why is that, my Lord?" Sleepy now.
"Why do you want to invite someone into your bed who by all accounts, even yours, detests you?
The warrior snuggled closer, eyes glazing over slightly with impending sleep, "Be...cause you love him...I love him."
Elrond pressed a kiss to the top of his head, "But will he grow to love you and me?"
A mumble, "Of course...we're easy to ...love..."
"Yes, yes, you are."
Tomorrow the Letter I.
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