Mila (A Glorfindel Fanfiction)

I think I'm drunk

Glorfindel had a study room; an office slash meeting room of the sort, where he usually did his administrative works, writing and replying to letters, reviewing reports, or discussing strategies with his comrades.

Glorfindel had agreed to Mila's proposition to keep their relationship secret to entertain her ideas of prolonging the twins' misery. Hence she found herself lounging on the chair across from him, not doing her usual day job for the twins.

Mila stole a glance towards Glorfindel as he sat on his desk when he was not looking. His neat brows were furrowed together in focus as he read the piles of reports and letters in front of him one by one, stopping once in a while to take a quill and dipped the tip in the ink before writing his replies.

He was dressed in simple yet elegant white, elven tunic that accentuated the muscles on his broad shoulders and arms. The golden threads that was his hair sat neatly on his chest, glimmering slightly as they reflected the sunlight that passed through the blinds in his study.

Now the elf sighed to himself at something that he read. Mila noted his inviting shapely lips and remembered the way those lips easily took her breath away. How the same lips both comforted her and sent her body aching in ways that Mila had never felt before.

She rested her elbow on the table and put her chin on her hand as she feasted her eyes on the ethereal yet manly creature before her. Mila still couldn't understand how someone like him could love her. She appreciated with her eyes how exquisite and masculine his jaws were; how his strong cheekbones seemed to catch both light and shadow in his favor, giving his already destructive handsome face an air of mystery about him. His lashes were long, slightly darker than his hair, casting wispy shadow on the flawless skin of his cheek. His nose was shaped perfectly; she remembered how she shivered when he teased her neck with the tip of his nose alone.

As if feeling eyes on him, the golden warrior looked up and his lover blue eyes met her dark ones. Mila averted her gaze and pretended to look at the ceiling of his study, as if admiring the elvish design engravings on it.

"Mila."

His voice always seemed like it was dripping with honey when he called her name. When her eyes found his, Glorfindel was already putting down his quill and had a rather charming smile on his face when he studied Mila's face.

"This must be boring to you," Glorfindel said with amusement on his handsome face, "Watching me."

"Yes. Very. You're so serious and quiet and stoic when you work," Mila pointed out teasingly, "You remind me of a character in a book that I used to read. He's this..." the mortal woman gestured dramatically with her hands as she began describing the main character of a romance book she once read, "...filthy rich businessman who is extremely smart, good looking. He exudes control, he's a perfectionist, he's commanding, and he has a very intimidating gaze and people fear him. Like, they cower, if he's so much as showing a small sign of unhappiness on his face."

Glorfindel watched with an elegant smile as Mila talked animatedly. He loved it when she got like this-so bubbly and effervescent. He felt her vibrant, lively energy breaking through the emptiness and the quiet in the room that he had spent centuries in. The old room they were in had never had such happy and light atmosphere until Mila stepped foot in it.

"Well, no one can be a leader if they don't have those characters," he commented lightly, "I'm flattered that you find me good looking. But am I intimidating to you?"

Mila smiled, playful mirth gleamed in her eyes. "No."

"Good. Because I never want you to cower from me."

Unless when you are being naughty, he thought to himself with a smile, before picking up his quill and resumed his writing earlier.

Mila continued her babbling. "I know. You've always been so sweet with me. But I've seen your work face, Glorfindel. You make people tremble," she said with exaggeration on her tone. Mila let the tips of her fingers hover above random papers on the table, peeking at it curiously before moving on to a next interesting thing she could find around Glorfindel's table, "Like you know, I see people that don't know you internally sweating when they meet your eyes when you're not smiling," Mila chuckled, "Like those ellyn you stared down during the Winter Solstice. Now I know why after you come to talk to me, no one bothered to ask for my blessing."