Tolkien Elven Imagines and Headcanons Volume 1

140. Glorfindel - Sickness

Glorfindel x human!Reader

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You sat in your seat, elbow resting on the table top of your desk with your head in your hand as you wrote across the parchment. Completing the paperwork Erestor had requested much earlier, yet despite your diligence in wanting to help, today you felt horrible. It was autumn now and much cooler, and like clockwork every year you fell victim to the works of a fever and a cold. You shivered slightly, pausing in your writing to let it roll through you before you huddled closer to yourself.

Chills wracked your body, and your heavy winter robes didn't feel even remotely enough to keep you warm. Your body felt so heavy, and your eyes like iron curtains as you just desperately wanted a nap. Not until you finished this though, as you were determined to get this done. Erestor had relieved you of your duties moments ago, but you had only waved him away until he disappeared from sight with a scowl on his face.

A tickle in your throat began to build as your quill scratched across the parchment, before you had no choice but to give into the phlegmy cough. Your coughing fit filling the library, your hand sliding streaking the paper as you hunched over, trying to stifle the sound but with no success. You groaned as your throat began to grow sore, and left you to grimace as you leaned back in your chair heaving out a sigh of exhaustion.

Closing your eyes for a moment as you tried not to focus on the paper you had ruined, meaning you'd have to start over entirely. All you wished for was to be done and to be in your bed with Glorfindel with a warm fire in the hearth... Chicken broth and tea sounded good too. You were hungry... but anything solid sounded unappetizing.

But you were too stubborn to just listen to Erestor and just go to bed like you wanted, not when there was so much to be done. Before you could open your eyes to despairingly look down at the ruined paper you heard a soft knock on the door frame. Finally you peeled them open, to look and find Glorfindel standing at the threshold. A look of concern furrowed his brows as he looked at you.

Your skin flushed and bags were heavy under your eyes, he watched the way you bundled your robes tighter around yourself to will away the chill you felt. He could tell just by looking at you that you were miserable, he was grateful that Erestor had been the one to fetch him. Expressing his... concerns... for you in his own way.

"Meleth?" He began in a soft and gentle voice, prompting you to hum out at his words. You only closed your eyes again, setting your quill down and hugging your chest trying to keep the robes in place.

"Come, let me get you back to bed." He said gently entering the small office and standing before your desk, watching the frown that began to pull at your lips at his words. You slowly shook your head, mindful not to do it for too long or you'd make yourself dizzy and nauseous.

"I can't." You argued weakly, clearing your throat but it only served to cause you pain and make you grimace. Glorfindel let out a breath of amusement at how adamant that you were to keep working,

"And why not?" He asked you in a lighthearted voice, noting how you still didn't even make a move to open your eyes and get back to work. All the more reason why Glorfindel had made his way down here when Erestor had said you were sick and ignoring his attempts to get you to leave.

"I don't have time to sleep off a little cold." You began inhaling deeply, once again tickling your throat and prompting another coughing fit that rang out loudly. This time Glorfindel frowned, watching the way your body wracked with each cough and seeing the grimace of pain on your face. The sound was raspy and harsh, only giving him more of a reason to get you back into bed and fight your stubbornness.

"There is plenty of time meleth..." Glorfindel assured you as he came around the side of the desk, gently taking your hand and with care pulling you from your seat. You were too tired to fight against him and take your seat back, only going with him as he moved you out of the office and library at a leisurely pace. Not wanting to make you move quickly and cause you anymore discomfort than what you were already feeling.

He kept his arm wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you huddled close to him and Eru that was all you wanted. It felt as though it was taking ages to get back to your shared chambers with your husband, even if the door was coming into view. Through your congestion you could faintly smell chicken broth, were you not feeling so bad you would've verbally expressed your appreciation for his thoughtfulness.

Glorfindel having quickly caught on in the few times you got sick when you were courting what seemed to help make you feel better. With Elrond periodically checking in on you to make sure that you weren't getting any worse. But Glorfindel gained some confidence that this was just another simple cold that would indeed pass after you had some rest.

He pulled himself from his thoughts as he opened the door, walking you across the room and helping you into the bed. Glorfindel smiled softly content that you were comfortably back in bed, covering you with the heavy duvet and listening to the heavy sigh that escaped your lips.

"When was the last time you ate?" He asked gently, moving over to the small table against the wall, you cleared your throat for a moment. Shrugging before you answered him verbally,

"Last night?" You responded in a raspy voice, pulling the duvet up higher and tighter around yourself, it was well into noon and definitely time for some kind of sustenance. Grabbing the cup Glorfindel hurried back to your side, sitting on the edge of the bed and beginning to hand it to you. With reluctance you began to sit up, taking the cup from him.

"Will you lay with me?" You asked, bringing the warm cup to your lips taking a generous gulp, Glorfindel smiled nodding. The many perks of being with an elf, he couldn't catch your cold and you could lay all over him without worry of sharing your sickness. Without another word Glorfindel climbed onto the bed taking his place in the spot next to you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you close to him.

You wiggled closer to him, mindful not to spill the broth all of the bed or yourselves. The heavy weight of sleep finding you again, even as you brought the warm broth up to drink again you couldn't help but rest your eyes momentarily. Glorfindel leaned over to kiss the top of your head sweetly giving you a gentle squeeze, you sighed out leaning your head against his chest listening to the steady thrumming of his heart.

Only occasionally lifting your head to sip more on your chicken broth, until finally you were far too tired to do so. Carefully Glorfindel took away the cup, setting on the nightstand before pulling the covers up and over your shoulders. Feeling you nestle against him with a small shiver, with another squeeze and kiss to the top of your head from Glorfindel, finally you gave in and fell asleep.

Glorfindel only continuing to hold you full of love and comfort, knowing that come tomorrow you'd be well rested and feeling more like yourself.