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[feanor]

glorfindel wakes up one morning in gondolin feeling terrible. just, the worst, he feels ridiculously self conscious and his hair is a mess and he can’t find his sword and he wants to go back to bed and sleep but no he has things to do.

he goes to his office and finds stacks of paperwork for him to do. he supposes this is what he signed on for when he accepted to be lord of the golden flower, but by eru, it’s no fun.

he spends a few hours filling out form after form and making seemingly no promise before he realises he hasn’t eaten anything yet in the day and is, therefore, starving. so he goes to the market to buy some food and think about his plans for the rest of the day. he buys some food with his favourite spices, a momentary joy, and is told that ecthelion is off doing something for turgon and won’t return until later in the evening, which makes glorfindel profoundly not happy because he misses his boyfriend, but can’t begrudge ecthelion.

he’s on his way back to his office, thinking maybe he can get a few more forms filled and then go train or spar with someone, when he hears whispers about his relationship.

‘i heard ecthelion only keeps glorfindel around because he thinks he’s hot. there’s no real substance in that relationship.’

‘i heard ecthelion doesn’t even like glorfindel.’

glorfindel feels the worst he’s ever felt. does ecthelion really not like him? he thought- he thought they had something real, something good. apparently not, though, and he can’t exactly call ecthelion over to ask.

he bolts to his house and cries. he’s having the worst day in the world and apparently his boyfriend doesn’t like him and it’s the worst feeling in the world. he falls asleep midafternoon, tears running down his face.

he wakes up disoriented and dehydrated, but as he remembers what was said about his relationship he feels horrible again and doesn’t get out of bed, even when he hears the door open.

‘goldilocks? hey, babe, where a- what’s wrong?’ comes ecthelion, making his way over to glorfindel. glorfindel notices as ecthelion puts a bottle of wine on the side table in the hallway.

‘i’m just- i’m just having a bad day, is all.’ he mumbles, and ecthelion’s face melts into compassion. he slides into bed next to glorfindel and wraps his arms around him.

‘do you want to talk about it?’ he asks.

‘people are saying-‘ glorfindel sniffles, ‘they’re saying you don’t like me at all. that you- that you only keep me around because you- because you like the way i look.’ he cries, not looking at ecthelion.

who is, by the way, completely and utterly shocked and extremely angry about this blatant disrespect towards his boyfriend and his relationship. and also very upset at the hurt that those comments caused glorfindel.

‘that’s not true.’ he says, very firmly. ‘i like you so, so much. i like you more than anyone else in this city. and yes, i like the way you look a lot, can you blame me, you’re stunning, but i also like a bunch more things about you. like the way you laugh, and how you’re always so optimistic, and how you always try to make people smile when they’re upset, and how you spend hours poring over books on swordsmanship trying to perfect your skill but you always manage to make time to play with the children when they want your attention. i could go on but we would be in this bed all week, and we both have duties to attend to.’

glorfindel manages a smile. ‘i like you a lot too. my favourite person in this city. my favourite ecthelion.’ he says softly, cuddling up against ecthelion.

they stay there for a while, ecthelion stroking glorfindel’s hair and glorfindel being rather content to know that the things he overheard earlier were very, very false. he’s just really thirsty now. crying really dries a guy out.

‘what do you need?’ ecthelion asks. how he manages to always know, glorfindel will never know.

‘a glass of water?’ he asks, and ecthelion nods and goes to get him one. when he comes back, he sits down in a chair beside the bed and glorfindel sits up, taking his glass and drinking.

‘you’re not coming back to bed?’ glorfindel asks, confused.

‘no. i have people to warn to never speak so cruelly about our relationship again, under penalty of getting beat up. do you have any names?’ he asks. glorfindel laughs.

‘no, unfortunately i don’t.’

‘i’ll have to threaten the whole city, i suppose.’

‘i suppose so. just so long as you still like me.’

‘goldilocks, i’m always going to like you.’

——

later, when glorfindel returns to valinor, ecthelion takes him into his arms and spins him around.

‘do you still like me?’ glorfindel asks. it’s an inside joke between them now, it had been for a long time.

‘always, goldilocks.’ ecthelion replies, and then they kiss, and their happy ending begins.

credit for helping to inspire this idea goes to my fav @legolaasgreenleaf !! thank u

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