Title: Masked Super-Drabble
Author: TICS
Rated: G
Summary: Written in response to a super-drabble challenge at
Dreamelf.com, "Masked" - to write a super-drabble (500 words)
about why an elf would wear a mask. Since it stars Glorfindel, I
though everyone here might like to read it. :D

Masked Super Drabble


The night was half over, and still Glorfindel sat in the shadows
unwilling to join the merrymaking. MidSummer had come upon
them too fast.he wasn't ready yet. At least, that was what he
kept telling himself as he watched the others dancing across the
marbled floors, keeping time with the lively music.

He bit his lower lip, a wistful look crossing his features as he
watched Erestor accept a dance from a handsome young Elf.
Sighing, his turquoise eyes watched every move the lithe Advisor
made as he was spun around the floor. If only Glorfindel felt
comfortable enough in his newly reincarnated skin.if only he
felt comfortable enough with his circumstances.if only.

Wrenching his eyes from the sight of the sleek, dark-haired Elf
who had captured his heart, Glorfindel stood to leave, unable to
force himself to watch any longer. As he turned to leave, his
eyes fell upon a painting that hung on one of the walls of the Hall
of Fire.a painting portraying himself battling the Balrog. He had
hated that painting from the first time he had seen it soon after
his arrival.it brought back too many painful memories. This
time however, he looked twice at it.in particular at the face of
the Balrog - the snarling, fierce and immensely confident face of
the Balrog. Of course, in the end, all the confidence in the world
hadn't helped the Balrog, but.

A small smile played at Glorfindel's lips as he dashed about the
House of Elrond gathering supplies. Sealing himself in his
chambers, his fingers flew as he worked feverishly, shaping,
and snipping, gluing, and stitching.

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Erestor looked up in surprise at the tall, golden-haired Elf
standing before him, wearing a horrible, snarling mask and
offering him his hand.

Taking the Elf's hand, Erestor allowed himself to be led to the
dance floor.

"Why choose such a mask?" Erestor asked as they began to
dance. He knew better than to ask the Elf's name.obviously,
the Elf wished to remain anonymous. "The Balrog was a
creature of evil.I hold no special place in my heart for such
creatures."

"Grrr."

"I beg your pardon? Did you just growl at me?" Erestor mumbled,
taken aback by the low growl that emanated from the throat of the
Elf he danced with.

"Grrr."

"I see.well.as I do not speak Balrog, I suppose that trying to
hold a conversation would be fruitless," Erestor replied, craning
his neck a bit to try to see who it was under the mask.

"GRRR!"

"Alright, alright.I won't try to peek. You dance nicely.for a fire
demon."

"Grrr."

"You are most welcome."

The dance ended, and the Balrog-mask wearing Elf bowed to
his partner, leading him back to his table. A hand was placed
gently to Erestor's cheek before the mask-wearer disappeared
into the crowd.

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Erestor smiled to himself, thinking that it was about time
Glorfindel had started to come out of his shell. Next time,
Erestor hoped, it would be without that horrible mask.

The End