Where's Mine? by Erynlinia
Where’s Mine?
Erynlinia
Characters: Glorfindel/Erestor
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The recognizable characters are not mine. They belong to the
estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being
made.
Warnings: M/M, slash
Beta: None, all mistakes are mine!
Summary: Just a good old water balloon fight
Giggles and shrieks rent the air as Glorfindel peeked through the
hedges. He smiled as he watched Rían and the twins threw water
bladders at each other. They had ‘appropriated’ sausage casings from
the kitchen and had fashioned a basket full of these water-filled
bombs.
All three were soaking wet as they dodged and pitched the watery
missiles at each other. Elladan gasped as Rían nailed him in the back
of the head with one and Elrohir broke out into hysterical laughing.
It was good to see Rían having fun, the seneschal thought. She had
mourned her parents long enough and it was time to enjoy being an
elfling again.
“Glorfindel!” Rían shouted when she noticed him. Her smile faded when
a water bomb landed on her shoulder, splattering in her face.
“You cannot be on her side!” Elladan pouted. “It would not be fair!”
“I only came to watch, it looks like great fun!” grinned the blonde
warrior.
Elladan reared back to pitch one at Glorfindel but over threw it! They
watched as it went over the hedges and could here it splat on
something.
“Warg’s balls!!!”
The elflings dropped their water bombs, their eyes big with distress.
“That sounded like your uncle,” Elladan whispered.
“You are so going to get a spanking,” Elrohir gasped.
“Yeah,” Rían added, hoping to really scare her friend. “And his
spankings are so bad, your bottom will hurt for weeks!”
Glorfindel eyed the children, especially Rían who was smiling all too
innocently. Suddenly, Erestor came into view only to be hit with
another water bomb. He gasped in shock, his shirt cold, wet and
sticking to his skin!
He was ready to break loose a tirade on the elflings when he saw
Glorfindel. He was holding another water bomb, casually tossing it up
in the air and catching it.
“So….when do I get *my* spanking?” he asked cheekily.
END
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