Mila (A Glorfindel Fanfiction)

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"...Mila?"

"Mila!"

The twins' annoyed voice jolted Mila from the memory of last night with Glorfindel. When she looked at them, both were looking at her with annoyed look in their steel grey eyes.

"You are absolutely not focused today," Elladan reprimanded her with a frown. "Where did your mind venture to?"

"Did you not hear anything we said for the past three minutes?" Elrohir butted with an equal annoyance on his expression.

Mila shook her head, sighing. "Sorry. I didn't get enough sleep last night. Can you repeat that again?"

"Your mission continues," said Elladan, giving his brother a look before turning back at Mila with determination on his expression. "Glorfindel is back."

"Get close to him. Find out who he harbors feelings for-"

"You can even try to get yourself in his chamber, now that you live next to him. Maybe he will open up," suggested Elladan with a flat face, yet he couldn't hide the suggestive look he had in his eyes.

Mila frowned. "Do you know how creepy that sounds?"

"What my brother meant is, it's not wrong to visit an ellon and gift him a bottle of dorwinion wine and drink together-"

"It's a common courtesy. Who knows he might loosen up some of his inhibitions and-"

"-That is still creepy. You want me to get him drunk?" Mila shook her head in disbelief as the three conversed in a hushed voice in the middle of the dining hall. She leaned forward. "Are you mad?"

"It's a perfectly well thought of plan. You don't need to worry, Glorfindel is a perfect gentleman. He will not do anything to you-"

"-That you don't want-"

"We'll have the bottle sent to your room. I promise you it is the best dorwinion wine, fit for a king."

Mila couldn't help but scoffed in disbelief at these two elves who were still scheming plans, putting their noses where they don't belong, making her spy on Glorfindel and now trying to make her get the golden haired elf drunk.

"Okay. I'll do it when I'm free," she said nonchalantly.

"Mila, this is the utmost important part of your job. Leave everything else to Ilya. Glorfindel is your first priori-"

"-He's here. He's here. Act surprised!!" hissed Elrohir, especially to Mila, cutting their previous conversation.

Mila watched as the twins resumed their meal, eating rather daintily, while she too, opted to look at her food in front of her.

She dared not look at Glorfindel.

Glorfindel walked over to their table, looking somewhat fresh despite not having enough sleep last night. Mila only glanced at him once, before averting her eyes back to her food.

This time, Glorfindel chose to sit next to Mila, his eyes gentle as he greeted her first. "Good morning."

"Oh? Oh! Glorfindel you're back!" Mila beamed, touching her heart as if she was surprised. "It's been a long time," she said, emphasizing the word long.

Elladan and Elrohir looked at her as if she was crazy. Her acting was terrible.

The legendary elf warrior smiled at her courteously.

"Yes. It has, hasn't it?" said Glorfindel, glancing at both twins in front of him.

"We miss you terribly, uncle," muttered Elrohir half heartedly, to which elicited a light smile on Glorfindel's face.