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He was staring at you again as you sat, composing, on your balcony. Maeglin knew he was probably appearing as creepy but he couldn’t help himself. Tales of your family’s beauty were widespread, even beyond the mountains of Gondolin, and they certainly didn’t exaggerate. You and your brother were the envy of many, both male and female in the kingdom. Not only were you insanely beautiful but you also belonged to one of the wealthiest houses, your brother being it’s Lord. What Maeglin loved most about you was that despite all your admirers and wealth, you were still extremely humble.
Maeglin sighed as he watched you work, your brows knitted in concentration.
“Y/N?” There was a voice from the balcony below. You looked up with a smile and Maeglin wished you’d aim it at him. “It’s almost supper, Egalmoth wishes to dine with us, come.” He could make out the top of your brother’s golden head from where Maeglin stood on his own balcony.
“I’ll come only if you promise me wine.” You bargained with a lopsided smile. Your brother’s shoulders moved as he laughed heartily.
“If you wish, it shall be done!”
You left with a smile, almost as if you were stealing Maeglin’s as you went. His own dropped when you were no longer in sight. It made him feel…somehow incomplete. He looked down for a moment, still staying in place on his balcony, before your brother caught his eye.
Few people had seen Glorfindel’s glare. He was usually such an amicable person it seemed inpossible that anyone could get on his bad side. Yet there he was, glaring at Maeglin as if he was the dark Lord himself. Neither elf said anything, but Glorfindel continued to stare the younger down, waiting for Maeglin to lower his gaze. But Maeglin was a prince now, and it took more than just a glare for him to roll over.
Since arriving in Gondolin, Glorfindel had never took a liking to him. In his opinion, Maeglin was too sly, too content with his own isolation and too rough around the edges to be a member of the royal family. Of course, Glorfindel had never been directly impolite, but you could see the distaste in his eyes. When his sister caught the young prince’s eye, the distaste only increased.
“Glorf?” Your voice was much further away now, probably somewhere in your chambers in the room beneath Maeglin’s. “Are you coming or do I get to drink all your wine?”
“My apologies, dear sister, let’s go.”
And just like that, Glorfindel was gone, not even sparing Maeglin a second look before he took your arm gently and led you away. No words needed to be exchanged but the message was clear. Maeglin was not welcome here.