SillyFic: A Predicament
It's Sunday, as good a day as any to post a little SillyFic. And this one IS silly - don't say I didn't warn you - but perfectly harmless, I swear.
Glorfindel hurried along the path, mumbling under his breath. The council was to begin this very moment which meant that there was not time to go back to his room and take care of his awkward problem.
A maiden carrying a large basket came towards him. At the sight of him, her eyes widened ever so slightly, but Elven eyes are keen and Glorfindel did not miss it, neither could he ignore her amused expression.
How embarrassing! And this was not the first time. Ever since that little mortal woman came to work in the laundry...
Glorfindel resolutely discarded the thought of the buxom blonde although it was difficult, considering his current situation. Before he ascended the stairs to the house, he discreetly pulled at his leggings, but to no avail. He felt eyes on him-well, at least on parts of him-as he rushed through the hall towards his destination.
Upon entering, he found that all the councillors had already arrived. Heads turned to watch the newcomer, but instead of turning away again, their gazes lingered. Elrond’s left eyebrow crawled slowly upwards as his friend approached the table. Once again, Glorfindel silently cursed the laundress.
‘I apologize for my tardiness. Circumstances beyond my control delayed me,’ he mumbled.
‘So I see,’ Elrond replied in a tone that contradicted the smile in his eyes.
Glorfindel sat down, grateful to hide his lower body beneath the table. Elrond opened the meeting and everybody forgot about Glorfindel’s little problem.
The meeting was adjourned around noon. Glorfindel’s situation had, unfortunately, not changed, and he now found himself in a quandary at the thought of returning to his rooms through the halls and grounds of the Last Homely House. He wished he could remain seated until everybody had left the room, but unfortunately, courtesy demanded that he rose when Elrond did, and so he stood, mortified, while his lord took a good look at him.
Then Elrond walked over to the closet behind the door, pulled out one of his capes and offered it to his friend who accepted it with grateful thanks. However, while the cape, when worn by Elrond, covered all relevant parts, on the much taller Glorfindel it stopped regrettably short of the critical area and merely served to draw further attention to his predicament.
Elrond frowned.
Glorfindel groaned.
‘I will kill her!’
‘Who?’
‘The new washwoman! This is all her fault - it is the third time already she shrunk my leggings so they stop at mid-calf!'
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