Mila (A Glorfindel Fanfiction)

I am negotiating with a handsome devil

"So..." Mila nudged Glorfindel, her brown eyes glinted suggestively, "That elleth look cute, don't you think?"

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"Psst, sexy elleth at twelve o'clock!"

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"There's a group of elves of Greenwood coming here. I heard the ellith are of unusual, wild beauty. Have you met them?"

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"Glorfindel, would you look at that elleth! Wow, she's destructively beautiful."

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"What do you think of her? Sweet, eh?"

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"I know that elleth. Lady Enim. She's so kind and graceful. She's has the personality of an angel."

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"Look at her. Look at how gentle and delicate she is. It's like her every movement is a dance."

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Mila gasped. "Ooh! What about Variel? She's beautiful inside and out and you've been friends with her even before my great-grandmother was born. She's a warrior yet she is funny, humble. And gentle too-oh my gosh, she's perfect for you! Why haven't I considered this befo-"

"Mila."

Mila bumped straight onto Glorfindel's solid form as she raved about how perfect Variel was for the elf. Him being much bigger and stronger than Mila, meant that she was the one doing the tumble. Before gravity could defeat her, a firm yet gentle hands quickly steadied her back on her feet.

"Careful," Glorfindel said with amusement in his azure blue eyes, "What are you trying to do, Mila?"

Mila feigned innocence. "Just giving you away my free thoughts. I mean, Variel. She's a whole package, don't you think?" baited Mila.

The balrog slayer chuckled, crossing his arms against his broad chest. "She's my subordinate. I believe responding to that will be what you called a 'conflict of interest'."

"Well, that's not wrong. But you know, you still can't deny that love doesn't fit logic. After all, love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love," Mila shrugged.

"Love is love is love is love," Glorfindel repeated her, pondering the sentence meaning with a thoughtful smile. But the way those same words came out of his lips with his deep, angelic voice made it sound a thousand times more beautiful than Mila could ever did. "You are quite a poet, Mila."

"I stole that line from Hamilton," she muttered.

The golden haired elf only chuckled in amusement and chose not to ask about the out of the worldly reference and continued their walk.

"You know, she's single. Many ellyn tried to court her, but some seemed to be intimidated by her because of how badass she is. You? You're gonna be perfect, a match made in-ow!"

Mila bumped against Glorfindel's chest again, and would have stumbled again if Glorfindel didn't catch her.

"I know what you're doing."

Mila feigned confusion. "I don't know what you're talking ab-"

Glorfindel intentionally put on a dark look on his expression and began to stalk towards Mila, cornering her against the wall of the house of Rivendell. Mila being Mila, quickly cowered under the elf warrior's gaze and retreated several steps until her back touched a wall. Glorfindel put both his hands on the wall besides Mila's head, leaving Mila with no way to flee. He leaned down closer to her so their faces were mere inches away.