@xirinofarvada Thankyou for the cakes, appreciate them, have some too (つ≧▽≦)つ 🍰🍰🍰
Also this prompt is angst to fluff :)
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“Shut up and hold me.”
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Ecthelion was an introvert. He wasn’t one to easily communicate with people for anything other than work. This time too, he had thought he would have a small talk with the golden elf about their respective houses. Yet he found himself opening up to this near stranger.
Glorfindel and Ecthelion had talked before, but not really in a friendly chit-chat manner. A quick news of what is going on, or maybe a command from Turgon, nothing else. But today Glorfindel came out of nowhere, offering him a small woodcarving.
Ecthelion complimented it, hoping the other would go away, but they didn’t. Instead Glorfindel stayed, seemingly concerned with his life.
“I am fine. How about you?” Ecthelion asked. Grave mistake. It ensued further communication.
Ecthelion zoned out. He was sitting by the ledge of his fountain. It was in a more remote location of Gondolin, for it was large and deep. Ecthelion knew the design was dangerous. The ledge protruded inside the fountain’s bowl quite bit, making it very difficult to get out of the fountain if you ever fell inside.
And that was exactly what happened. Ecthelion absent-mindedly leant back too far, slipped and fell into the fountain. Glorfindel started laughing. The elf was unaware of it’s design hazard.
Ecthelion groped at the sides, his fingers slipping on the polished marble. He panicked, and screamed out Glorfindel’s name.
Glorfindel finally seemed to realize that something was wrong. He managed to pull out the panicked elf without much problem, for he was trying to stay afloat.
“I could’ve died…” Ecthelion whispered, wrapping his arms around himself. His cloak and everything was dripping wet.
Glorfindel didn’t say anything. He was speechless. Carefully, he leaned over the surface of the water, and noticed the trap-like built.
“Why do you have such a fountain?”
Ecthelion stayed silent. It was none of of Glorfindel’s business. The reason stays and dies with him.
Glorfindel hugged the wet elf, uncaring of his own garments. “I got scared. I thought you could get out on your own, and were just sort of acting.”
Ecthelion leaned into the embrace. Glorfindel continued, “I uh- Can I do something for you? Should I get you warmer clothes? You can wear mine if you want.”
“Shut up and hold me.”
Glorfindel shut up. Ecthelion buried himself completely into the other’s embrace, feeling comfortable with a fellow elf after a long time. He had been isolating himself, finding no one he could click with.
Yet this golden elf came out of nowhere, and warmed his heart.