Title: Ebony, Gold and Mithril
Rating: R (Romance/humour)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien, not me.
Summary: As romance blossoms between Erestor and Glorfindel, Elrond
soon realises he was trying to play subtle matchmaker with the wrong
couple.

Chapter 1/6.

Anor's light struggled to filter through the thick, dark clouds that
hung low in the sky over Imladris, but with little success. To add
to the gloom, rain had begun to fall heavily several hours ago, and
it seemed that the misty shroud of grey that enveloped Imladris had
drained the very colour from the world. At least that was
Glorfindel's perception as he sat under the protection of the eaves
on the small stone wall that formed the edge of his balcony peering
out into the weather that had conspired to prevent him from engaging
in sword practice, archery or any of his usual outdoor activities.
Leaning back against the wall, he yawned tiredly and then frowned in
frustration. He hated being confined indoors and he was tired of
watching the rivulets of water that ran across the stone courtyard
bearing the fallen leaves that normally carpeted it to some unknown
destination.

Boredom caused Glorfindel to yawn again and he found almost himself
envying Erestor's delight in the necessary paperwork that kept
Imladris functioning. The captain of the guard normally found
report writing to be tedious at best, and the task of organising the
rosters for those under his command to be a most unpleasant pastime,
but it was fast becoming an attractive alternative to doing nothing.
Suddenly tired eyes brightened with mischief as a better way of
spending the afternoon crossed his mind.

Perhaps an exchange of friendly insults with Erestor, who was
undoubtedly holed up in his study working as hard as always, might
provide him with some entertainment or, better yet, maybe he could
find a way to convince his friend to work on the rosters for him. A
pleasing thought indeed, Glorfindel mused as he made his way to the
advisor's study.

Without so much as a tap on the door to announce his arrival, the
golden elf lord sauntered into the dimly lit chamber and casually
sat with one hip resting on the corner of the desk while waiting for
the advisor to acknowledge his presence. Other than a slight frown,
Erestor chose to ignore his visitor until Glorfindel picked up a
pile of documents and idly glanced through them. He was not the
least interested in the content, but knew without doubt that his
action would attract the advisor's attention.

"What are you doing, Glorfindel?" Erestor asked as he all but
grabbed the papers from the seneschal's hands. He hated being
disturbed, particularly by Glorfindel who was the only Elf in
Imladris aside from Elrond who was immune to the almost deadly glare
of disapproval for which the advisor was both famous and feared.

"Why, I am merely here to spend some time with my friend, and I
thought you might like some help since I am confined indoors due to
the weather," came the all too innocent reply. Erestor was not
fooled for a moment.

"Help from you, I think not. You hate paperwork. Anyway, it is more
likely that you have come to seek amusement at my expense rather
than to offer assistance." The seneschal merely smiled infuriatingly
and pointedly ignored the dismissal and the icy stare with which it
was delivered.

"Are you certain there is nothing I can do for you?" Glorfindel
asked with a wink and in a tone of voice that sounded more seductive
than pleading. Erestor raised his eyebrows in surprise, not at the
playful innuendo that he was well accustomed to hearing, but at the
brief flutter of his heart as he momentarily considered accepting
the offer, just to see how Glorfindel would react.

"Go away, I have much work to do," stated the advisor rather testily
as his inner voice of reason chided him for his foolishness and
reminded Erestor that he and Glorfindel were friends, and nothing
more. Glorfindel sensed the other's discomfort and made no move to
leave, becoming more serious as he looked more closely at the letter
in his hand.

"Is this a letter from Thranduil?" he asked curiously as he
recognised the Woodland King's strong yet elegant script. Whilst he
rarely left Mirkwood, messages were regularly exchanged with
Imladris, usually passed along by one of Glorfindel's border patrols.

"Not that it is any of your business, but Thranduil has requested a
meeting with Elrond, and I am sending a reply indicating that he
will be more than welcome to visit," offered the advisor, knowing
full well Glorfindel had already read the missive addressed to their
Lord.

"I wonder what he wants so badly that he is willing to travel to
Imladris?" the seneschal mused. It was rare for the two rulers to
meet and Glorfindel suspected that the reports he had given of the
increased orc activity in the Misty Mountains had something to do
with the King's plans.

"I would think it would be best to ask Elrond that, for he surely
has some idea since they have been close friends for millennia. I
believe you will find him in his private study," suggested Erestor
hoping the annoying Balrog slayer would take the hint and turn his
attention to their Lord.

"And leave you all alone in this depressing chamber? I think not,"
scoffed Glorfindel, certain he would be called upon to attend any
relevant discussions when Thranduil arrived. He also had every
intention of waiting until their usual morning meeting before
seeking an audience with Elrond.

For now he wished to spend some time with his friend, but not in
the advisor's office with its single window and no balcony. It was
as dark and dreary as the colourless day or the black robes Erestor
always wore. Glorfindel had to admit that the Noldo's choice of
attire suited his stern and aloof personality, but he also knew that
there was a far lighter spirit hidden behind the eyes that rarely
smiled. As he did on occasion, the elf lord wondered what his dark
haired companion would look like in another colour and a brief smile
lit the handsome features as an idea for his latest means of teasing
Erestor crossed his incorrigible mind. It would take some planning,
but he hoped the results would be worthwhile. However, before he
embarked on his latest mischief, there was still the small problem
of the rosters that needed to be ready so that assignments could be
handed out after the morning meal.

"Come, mellon nin, put your work aside and join me by the fire in
the library for some wine and conversation," suggested Glorfindel as
he removed his hip from the desk and neatly restacked the pile of
papers he had pushed aside.

"What are you planning, mellon nin?" asked a very wary advisor with
just a hint of sarcasm. Even had he not known the elf lord so well,
the wicked gleam in his friend's bright eyes told him something was
afoot. Elrond's sons were well known for their mischief making, but
it was Erestor's firm belief that they were merely applying the
lessons learned from the master before him.

"You wound me Erestor, do you not trust me?" Glorfindel managed an
almost convincing pout that swiftly turned into a smirk when he saw
Erestor relent a little and offer a warm smile.

"With my life," acknowledged the advisor in all seriousness as he
replaced the top on his inkwell and put his desk in order. "Except
when you smirk like that!"

"Yet you apparently intend to accept my invitation nonetheless,"
commented Glorfindel with a triumphant smile. For some reason he
liked the feeling of having someone know him as well as the Noldo
did, and who was not afraid to speak plainly as well.

"Partaking of a glass or two of wine while you try to convince me to
assist you in some task sounds quite appealing," conceded Erestor
with a wicked gleam in his eye. He knew he would likely agree to
whatever it was, but there was no harm in making the Balrog slayer
beg a little first.

"As is my company," added Glorfindel shamelessly with a brilliant
and affectionate smile, little realising that Erestor had always
found the Balrog slayer to be a very charming companion, even when
he was at his most annoying. It was not something he had ever
voiced, even in confidence to Elrond, but the seneschal's carefree
love of life and the ease with which he brought smiles of delight to
those around him always brightened Erestor's day and at times he
even envied the casual lovers who sought and won Glorfindel's
favours. Not that Erestor would ever consider doing such a thing of
course!


********

The library was unoccupied when they arrived and although there was
a warm glow that accompanied the sounds of wood crackling in the
fireplace, Erestor chose to stand near the archway leading to the
balcony and watch the rain fall while Glorfindel poured them both
some wine. The seneschal then moved to join his friend who accepted
the goblet with a smile and a slight tilt of his head.

The two Elves who stood side by side were complete opposites in many
ways, from the colour of their hair, to their temperaments and
interests. Their often caustic remarks addressed to one another and
continual bantering suggested to anyone observing their behaviour
that they were constantly at odds, yet underlying their supposed
animosity was a strong regard, respect and an unvoiced, deep
affection. That they were friends of long standing, and were
completely at ease in each other's company was a fact only Elrond
seemed to appreciate.

"So Glorfindel, I assume that you asked me here because you want
some help with completing your rosters?"

"Ai, but how did you know?" Asked an astonishment Captain of the
Guard.

"I am Elrond's Chief Advisor, it is my duty to know such things,"
Erestor answered with a shrug. "What I do not know, however, is what
payment you are offering me in return for my assistance?" The
question was asked in the same playfully suggestive tone as
Glorfindel had used earlier that caught both the advisor and the
seneschal totally by surprise.

Without realising what they were doing, both elves held their
breaths as their eyes locked for several heartbeats, wordlessly
acknowledging the fire that could easily spark between them were
they not reluctant to fan the flames of desire. Both had lost lovers
in the past and although each knew that his heart harboured a secret
desired for the other, neither Elf was yet willing to cross the
boundary from friend to lover.

"I wonder if he realises how attractive he his is to my eyes?" mused
Glorfindel as he reached towards his companion to tuck a few strands
of ebony coloured silk back behind an elegant ear, his finger ever
so lightly touching the sensitive tip as he did so. Erestor leaned
slightly into the touch, unable to stifle a deep moan at the erotic
contact that caused him shiver involuntarily as his body responded
to the tingling sensation that travelled down his spine. The Noldo
closed his eyes to savour the sensation, and when he opened them
again the glitter of desire in his friend's eyes momentarily took
his breath away and he could not resist placing a feather light kiss
on the deliciously tempting cheek of the handsome Balrog slayer.
With soft sigh and a flicker of . was that regret?... in his
dark eyes, he stepped away from further contact, the slight shake of
his head quelling any further advances Glorfindel might have made.

"I will pay you whatever price you demand," the seneschal whispered
as he his hand fell to his side and he allowed the moment of
temptation to pass.

"For now all I want is for you to play your harp for me while I
work." It was a simple request, but Glorfindel did not fail to hear
the hint of a promise of something more in the future, something for
which he was prepared to wait. Taking Erestor by the arm in a
comradely gesture, he collected the opened bottle of wine and guided
the advisor into the passageway that led to the seneschal's sleeping
chambers.

*******

Moving straight to the desk near the balcony doors, the meticulous
Erestor was barely able to contain a shudder of disgust at the
disarray that greeted him.

"How can you possibly bear to even look at this mess?" he asked, as
he began clearing away some of the papers to make room in which to
work. Glorfindel glanced at his desk, and privately admitted it may
have been a little untidy compared to the advisor's, or even
Elrond's tastes, but it mattered little as far as he was concerned.

"I try not to, if I can help it," replied an amused Glorfindel as he
handed Erestor a goblet of wine. The advisor accepted it gladly and
took a large sip, for he was in dire need of something to calm his
anguish at such disorder.

"Erestor, do not put that aside, it is my attempt at the roster,"
said Glorfindel as another partially completed piece of writing was
about to be added to the already large pile on the chair next to the
desk.

"A very half hearted attempt, if you ask me," commented the advisor
as he quickly glanced over the poor excuse for a document. "The best
course of action would be to discard it and start afresh."

"It is not that bad," protested Glorfindel with a slight frown as
Erestor raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Well, on second thoughts
perhaps it is, but you are such an expert at planing that I am sure
you will manage to fix it for me," conceded the seneschal with a
slight shrug. Erestor smiled at the compliment and turned his
attention to the task.

"You have not given me much to work with, but I do like a
challenge," he said with a mischievous gleam in his eye that caused
Glorfindel to suspect he was not merely talking about rosters. This
was beginning to be a very interesting afternoon. "Now tell me, how
often do you change the rotations of your patrols?" asked the
advisor as he sat at the desk and began making a rough draft, just
now realising how little he knew of what the Captain of the guard
really did, aside from training soldiers and fighting orcs.

"Once a month," replied Glorfindel as he removed the silk cover from
his harp and began tuning the instrument as he spoke.

"Then why not simply copy the last one, advancing each patrol to the
next area as you go?" enquired Erestor. On first glance the solution
to the problem appeared to be quite simple.

"That is what I usually do, but if you look at the maps to your
left, you will notice that several new areas have now come under the
protection of my soldiers," explained Glorfindel as he put his harp
aside and moved to the desk and leant over Erestor's shoulder as he
pointed out the relevant details. The closeness of the position
disturbed Erestor's concentration, and he had to shake his head to
refocus on the words the voice he loved so well was saying. "I have
also had to include the new patrol groups that have been formed, as
well as take into account those due for a rest period in Imladris."

The advisor was silent for a while as he studied last month's roster
and the list of additions that needed to be reconciled with both the
areas patrolled and the increased numbers of soldiers. It was indeed
more complicated than it first appeared, but it still puzzled him
why Glorfindel, who had obviously prepared such documents for
centuries, could not manage the task this day.

"I see what you mean, but surely an experienced warrior such as
yourself can coordinate his forces without my assistance?" he could
not help but ask.

"Were I on a battlefield that would indeed be so. When I am fighting
I can easily *see* and coordinate numerous strategies and plans in
my mind's eye during the heat of battle, but when it comes to
putting it on paper. well let us just say that I wield a sword far
better than I do a quill." Erestor laughed lightly at that admission
but he understood what Glorfindel meant, at least from the opposite
viewpoint. As a warrior of ages past, Erestor had always been far
more talented in drawing up strategies for the High King to discuss
with his allies than in actually putting them into practice in the
field. That had been part of Elrond's duties.

"Not to mention the fact that you are in no mood for working on this
rainy afternoon," he teased nonetheless.

"True, but at least I now have some excellent company to ease my
boredom, and I am more than willing to spend the time playing my
harp for you," Glorfindel willingly agreed, his manner displaying
the considerable charm to which even Erestor was not immune and he
quickly took another large sip of his wine.

Glorfindel smiled inwardly at his friend's slight discomfort and
then settled himself on the long seat beneath the window and began
to play. The seneschal was a very talented musician and Erestor
found that he was mesmerized by the beautiful music, not to mention
the look of rapture on his companion's fair face as his sweet
melodies filled the chamber. He stopped work so often to merely
indulge in his enjoyment of both, that what should have taken half
an hour or so to be completed, in fact took two hours.

"Glorfindel, I have finished the rosters, come and see if they met
with your approval," he called as he rose and stretched the muscles
in his back that were beginning to ache from being seated for so
long. The music stopped but when he received no further response, he
moved over to Glorfindel's side and noted with concern that there
were tears in his friend's eyes and the harp was now held in limp
hands.

"What saddens you, my friend?" Erestor asked as he carefully removed
the harp from the seneschal's lap and tenderly took the elegant
hands of the musician in one his own, using the back of the other
to wipe the tears from his friend's cheeks. Glorfindel started
slightly at the unexpected touch, but then smiled affectionately at
the one kneeling before him.

"That piece I was playing was the last song I wrote before Gondolin
fell. It brought back some sad memories," he explained as Erestor
continued to massage his fingers.

"Did you write it for him?" asked the advisor, his voice barely more
than a whisper, knowing the Balrog slayer had lost everything,
including his lover and his life, with the fall of his fair city.

"Then please forgive me, had I known my request would bring back
painful memories I would never have asked it of you," said Erestor
as he moved to sit beside his friend and drew his arms about him in
a comforting embrace, feeling a glow of warmth that was both
affection and pleasure spread through his body as the head of soft
gold silk rested on his shoulder and a soft voice whispered that
there was nothing to forgive.

Chapter 2/6

"I seem to have turned as gloomy as the weather," commented
Glorfindel as he idly played with Erestor's fingers. "Sad memories
and the grief they invoke often appear when least expected, but it
helps to have someone to offer comfort. Thank you, mellon nin."

"There is no need to thank me for giving you what my heart chooses
to freely offer. I will ever be here if you need me." Their eyes did
not meet for the words were whispered into the golden hair, but
Erestor sighed with pleasure as two strong arms encircled his waist,
hugging him close.

No more words were spoken although there was no doubting the
intensity of the emotions passing between the two and both elves
found they were unwilling to end the moment of shared intimacy.
Instead they simply remained as they were, entwined in each other's
arms, listening to the rain and the beating of their hearts until a
knock on the door intruded and broke the mood.

"Glorfindel, are you there?" called Elrond through the thick wood.
Glorfindel called permission for his lord to enter and with a sigh
of regret, the seneschal moved out of the warmth of Erestor's
embrace although he remained seated so close by his side that their
bodies were touching.

"What can I do for you, Elrond?" he asked, exchanging a grin with
his companion at the questioning glance followed by a knowing smile
that was directed at them both.

"Actually it is Erestor I am seeking, but when he was not in his
study or his chamber, I assumed he was with you. I hope I am not
interrupting anything?" Elrond was well aware of the growing
attraction between his two dearest friends and he believed it was
only a matter of time before they would openly admit their true
feelings.

"Not at all, we were just working on the new rotations for
Glorfindel's patrols," replied Erestor totally unperturbed by the
gentle teasing. Nor did it bother Glorfindel who rose to pour them
all some wine and gestured for Elrond to take a seat in the armchair
by the fire.

"I see," nodded Elrond, smiling inwardly as Glorfindel resumed his
place on the window seat beside Erestor.

"Why were you looking for me?" asked the advisor.

"I merely wanted to discuss the arrangements for Thranduil's
arrival, but we can do that another time since you are otherwise
occupied at the moment," Elrond told him.

"Nay, we have finished with the rosters. Wait here a few moments
while I go and collect the list I have made of the required
preparations for Thranduil's visit. We can discuss then here, if
Glorfindel has no objections," said Erestor looking to the seneschal
for his permission when Elrond nodded agreement.

"You are more than welcome to do so, mellon nin. While you are gone,
Elrond can receive my morning report a little early," replied
Glorfindel amicably.

Leaving his two companions to peruse maps and discuss the increased
orc activity in the area, Erestor made his way back to his office.
He took the time to finish the formal letter to Thranduil, adding a
private message of his own before he summoned a messenger. He then
collected his list and returned to Glorfindel's chamber in time to
hear Elrond confirm that which the seneschal had suspected; a
combined patrol of Mirkwood and Imladris elves to defend the paths
across the Misty Mountains had been suggested by the Woodland King.

The advisor drew up a chair and entered into the discussion which
eventually turned to his plans for the banquet he was arranging to
welcome their Mirkwood guests. Once Elrond was satisfied with both
the seneschal's report and the advisor's plans, they retired to the
more comfortable chairs and, spent the time until the bell summoned
them to the evening meal, in friendly conversation.


*******

Glorfindel awoke the next morning to the feel of warm sunshine on
his face, and he stretched lazily, smiling as he remembered he did
not need to meet with Elrond after the morning meal. That meant he
would have several hours free to make a little mischief at Erestor's
expense as he had planned to the day before. What he had in mind was
still very appealing and, he suddenly realised might actually
enhance his relationship with the advisor if all went well.

As he lay back in his bed, the golden haired elf closed his eyes and
recalled what had happened yesterday. Never before had he felt as
close to Erestor, and had not grief and Elrond intervened, he might
have actually declared his love for the one who unknowingly held his
heart. For he did indeed love the dark haired beauty, he finally
admitted. Yesterday in Erestor's arms, he had cried his last tears
for the lover he lost so long ago and had said a final goodbye.
Ecthelion would always have a place in his heart, but it was
Erestor's song that sang in his soul.

Glorfindel felt the beginnings of arousal as he remembered the sweet
softness of his love's lips on his cheek, and the tenderness of his
embrace. Reaching out his senses to try and catch a whisper of that
beloved melody, he could almost feel the other's arms as they held
him close and smell the delicious scent of the ebony hair that
hinted of the lavender soap he knew Erestor favoured. His body began
to react as his thoughts turned more lustful, and he shivered with
desire as he imagined what it would be like to be tormented into the
throes of passion by the gentle fingers, and to hear his name moaned
in need as his body was spent. So intense was his now fully aroused
feeling of desire that, it took but a few quick strokes of his
hardened member for Glorfindel to find a shuddering release,
shouting his love's name. The seneschal's brow was covered with
sweat from his exertions and as he lay quietly panting, allowing his
racing heart to return to normal, Glorfindel wished fervently that
the touch had been Erestor's.

In the chamber across the hallway, the advisor was in a similar
predicament. As he had done ever since Elendil died, Erestor dreamt
he was making slow yet passionate love to the Núúmenorean King who
had captured his heart as they battled with the Dark Lord. Only in
this dream, instead of running his fingers through dark hair, and
moving it away so that he could taste the strangely rounded ear,
strands of soft gold and a delicate, and ever so sensitive point
were setting his desire aflame. The sweet sound of a harp filled his
soul, the music building to a crescendo and calling to him as no
one's song had ever done before. He suddenly felt the explosion of
release in his mind and in his hand even as he heard his own voice
scream. "Glorfindel!"

********

"Good morning, Erestor, did you sleep well," asked a cheerful and
slightly flushed Glorfindel as they met in the hallway on their way
to the morning meal. He briefly wondered whether the advisor had
heard his rather loud morning activities, but if he did, Erestor
said nothing about it when he replied.

"Ai, I had a rather pleasant dream, so it is indeed it is a good
morning, Glorfindel," he admitted, feeling his cheeks colour
slightly as he cast a suspicious glance at his companion. Had
Glorfindel heard his name being screamed in passion? Erestor
wondered, not knowing that the seneschal had not likely been able to
hear him over his own cry of release.

"Do you have any plans for today?" asked Glorfindel casually, still
intent on his mischief.

"I imagine I will be busy all day with preparations for Thranduil's
arrival. Why?" Erestor would have dearly liked to be available to
spend more time with the handsome Balrog slayer, but knew it would
be impossible, at least until the evening.

"No reason, just making conversation," said Glorfindel with a casual
shrug of his shoulders and stepping back a pace to allow Erestor to
enter the dining hall first. As he walked past the seneschal,
Erestor moved close enough so that their bodies brushed lightly,
causing them both to gasp slightly at the effect the contact had on
their recent arousals. Glorfindel could not resist placing his hand
affectionately at the small of his friend's back, guiding him to
their table, and he felt a tingle of delight as Erestor leaned
slightly into the touch.

Little did they realise that to Elrond's well experienced eye, as
well as those of many others in the hall, their actions only
confirmed what many had long suspected, that the golden lord and the
dark beauty by his side were very much in love.

"You two appear to be in a particularly friendly mood this morning.
I trust you both slept well, if not a little later than usual?"
enquired Elrond, his slightly raised eyebrow speaking eloquently of
unmistakeable innuendo. Glorfindel made no comment, but allowed an
enigmatic smile to light his face as helped himself to some herbal
tea and then made a great show of pouring a cup for Erestor.

"Well, I do not know about Glorfindel, but I certainly did,"
responded the advisor as he nodded his thanks for the tea. The
coolness in his voice told Elrond that his implication was neither
correct nor appreciated.

"I had nothing but pleasant dreams. the subject of which I do not
care to discuss," the seneschal said forestalling further
questioning with a narrowing of his eyes as Elrond opened his mouth
to speak. Glorfindel used a none too innocent tone of voice that
caused Erestor to almost choke on his tea as he vividly recalled
hearing it in his own `dream'.

"I must say that seeing you two work together so amicably yesterday
was a pleasant change, and it has certainly improved your attitude
towards each other. Or am I mistaken? Could there be another reason
for your current display of affection?" Elrond asked deciding to
take the direct approach, now more certain than ever that his
suspicions were well founded.

"Erestor and I are not lovers, if that is what you are trying to
ascertain," stated Glorfindel candidly although he found himself
wishing they were.

"Indeed we are not. Really, Elrond I fail to see how you gained that
impression simply because I agreed to assist Glorfindel with a task
he was too lazy to do for himself," added Erestor with unmistakeable
warmth in his voice and a smile in his eyes that told the seneschal
he was only teasing.

"Lazy! That is rather unkind, my lord advisor. I truly required some
assistance with the new roster," said Glorfindel, feigning insult.

"And of course you had no ulterior motives," stated Elrond, hoping
to force an admission of their real feelings from his friends and
perhaps help the relationship progress. Glorfindel did not get a
chance to reply as the dark haired advisor quickly spoke in defence
of both his, and the Balrog slayers' honour.

"Of course he did not. Glorfindel would never try to seduce me, nor
would I allow it!"

Or so he had believed before this morning, for even as he hastily
voiced the words, a small voice in the back of his mind whispered to
him that to be made love to by the golden lord was exactly what he
wanted. He ventured a glance at the seneschal, and felt a surge of
joy as he saw the brief flash of desire that matched his own in the
bright eyes. Perhaps there was hope yet. Elrond smiled knowingly,
but made no further comment.

The conversation turned to a discussion of Imladris business, and
continued even as Elrond and Erestor made their way to their
respective offices to begin work for the day.


*******

As soon as his friends left the dining hall Glorfindel decided it
was time to set his mischief in motion, although the more he thought
about it, the more it seemed less like a prank and more like an
excellent way to please Erestor and himself as well. First he made a
brief visit to the barracks to post the new roster and to ensure
that the training grounds were fully occupied and then made his way
to one of the smaller dwellings that were set apart from the main
house.

"You are looking as lovely as ever, Imrien," he said to the dark
haired Elf maid who blushed prettily as her hand was lifted to soft
lips that brushed over her knuckles.

"And you are still the most charming Elf I know," she replied. "What
can I do for you, my sweet?" Imrien listened with some amusement as
Glorfindel made his request, emphasising the need for secrecy.

"It is certainly well past time that someone saw to his needs," she
commented with a suggestive wink.

"That is my intention, you shameless beauty," admitted Glorfindel
with an answering smile.

"But do you really think he will appreciate the gesture?"

"Most likely not at first, but I am sure he will eventually,"
replied Glorfindel confidently.

"Well, as talented as seamstress as I am, I will still need his
measurements," she said as she moved to her desk and selected a
clean piece of parchment and waited expectantly for her answers.

"We are of similar height, although he does need to tilt his head up
slightly to look into my eyes, and when I put my arms around his
waist, they fit like so." Glorfindel demonstrated by imaging Erestor
was really there. A mistake on his part, as his sudden arousal
attested.

"How very romantic, and obviously desirable," said Imrien with an
unashamed look towards her friend's groin, "but not very useful for
my purposes. Perhaps you could bring me one of his robes to use as a
pattern?"

"Of course! I will be right back."


With the stealth he employed while on patrol, he made certain
Erestor and Elrond were both in their offices, and then made his way
unseen to Erestor's chamber. The door was not locked and he slipped
quietly into the room, took a brief look around at the chamber he
had rarely entered, collected the item of interest that had drawn
him there, and then left without disturbing barely a mote of dust.
Erestor would never know he had an unexpected visitor. Or so he
thought.

************

Later that evening a rather loud knock on his door startled
Glorfindel who was, much to his own surprise, busy tidying up his
desk. He opened to face a very angry chief advisor, who rudely
shoved past him, and stood in the middle of the room with his arms
crossed over his chest. Anger flashed in his eyes which, combined
with the slight flush to his cheeks made him look absolutely
desirable beyond belief to Glorfindel who managed to stifle a groan
of need, but could not prevent his body from proclaiming his state
of excitement.

The sight of his highly aroused friend almost made Erestor forget
his anger, and for a moment he wanted nothing more than to bury
himself in the arms and body of the irresistible golden vision
before him.

"What can I do for you, Erestor?" Glorfindel finally managed to ask.
His voice was husky with need, but the sound broke the spell.

"How dare you invade my privacy? Why were you in my chamber this
morning?" demanded Erestor with renewed anger.

"What makes you think I was in your chamber?" enquired Glorfindel.

"You have a rather distinctive scent, which is especially noticeable
after you have just washed your hair."

"Really? A pleasant one, I hope?" asked the seneschal with a small
smile, wondering why Erestor had committed such a trivial detail to
memory. unless.

"Ai, very pleasant," replied Erestor without realising he was
voicing one of his secret delights and the knowledge of an intimate
detail such as a lover would only know.

"Surely that is not really enough evidence to support your
accusation, although I will freely admit you are correct?"
Glorfindel was prepared to accept the consequences of his action.

"On its own, nay it is not, but when it is attached to several
golden hairs that were caught in my wardrobe door, I think the
conclusion is obvious. Again I ask you, what were you doing in my
chamber?"

"I apologise for entering your room without your knowledge, but it
would spoil the surprise if I told you why." Erestor's eyes widened
at that statement, his curiosity piqued.

"Very well, I will accept your apology, as long as it does not
happen again."

"I promise to never enter your chamber uninvited in the future,"
said Glorfindel daring to place a brief kiss on Erestor's cheek to
seal the vow.

"What kind of mischief are you planning at my expense are this
time?" he asked, his anger fading slightly as a very pleasant
tingling sensation travelled to his toes at the touch of the soft
lips.

"Mischief? At your expense? That may have been my original intent,
but my plans have changed slightly. All I will say is that I think
you will enjoy the results as much as I will," offered Glorfindel.

Chapter 3/6

In his role as chief advisor, and often ambassador for Elrond,
Erestor was a good judge of character and well accustomed to
determining the motivations of those he spoke with, and even had
Glorfindel's desire for him not physically manifested itself, he was
well aware that the seneschal's feelings for him had changed. There
was no avoiding the fact that Glorfindel loved him, just as he loved
the handsome Balrog slayer. Whether they would act on their hidden
feelings was entirely another matter, but for his part, Erestor
found he no longer wished to resist his heart's desire.

No unexpected `whatever' was forthcoming in the few days before
Glorfindel rode out to meet Thranduil's entourage at the borders of
Imladris, and Erestor was torn between the hope that the seneschal
had changed his mind about giving him a surprise, and the even
greater hope that he had not. Either way, Erestor decided that he
would give Glorfindel a surprise of his own and declare his love as
soon as he returned.

Fortunately there was much to keep Eretor occupied and the time
passed so swiftly that brfore he knew it, the advisor was standing
in his accustomed place in the courtyard waiting to greet the party
from Mirkwood. Elrond could not help but notice the slight flush of
excitement on his advisor's normally pale cheeks, which along with
the gleam Erestor's eye, was the most public display of emotion the
Lord of Imladris had seen from his friend in centuries. Perhaps he
should not be so surprised that his advisor was eager to see their
guest, Elrond thought as he recalled that Erestor and Thranduil were
friends of old, as indeed were he and the Mirkwood King.

In his capacity as advisor to Elrond, Erestor had made many trips to
Mirkwood over the years and always returned speaking affectionately
of their mutual friend. Briefly Elrond wondered whether he had in
fact been mistaken about the relationship between his advisor and
his seneschal. Mayhap the dark haired Elf's desire lay in Mirkwood?
It certainly appeared to be so when the group, lead by Glorfindel,
finally arrived. Thranduil greeted Elrond with warm regard as his
friend and respect for their positions as rulers, then to everyone's
astonishment took Erestor in his arms and hugged him with obvious
affection. Even more astounding to all was the enthusiasm with which
the hug was returned.

There was one Elf however who was not impressed. Glorfindel's eyes
darkened with growing jealousy when the King bent his head to
whisper something into Erestor's ear. Erestor nodded, smiled
radiantly and accepted Thranduil's arm as he led him in the
direction of the guest chamber, causing the seneschal to actually
growl under his breath. With a dagger-filled glare that would likely
have been fatal to him had Thranduil seen it, Glorfindel and stormed
off towards the barracks, ignoring Elrond's call for him to return.
It was apparent that he had been wrong about his chances with the
advisor and the seneschal cursed himself for a fool.

All the time he had been escorting Thranduil to Imladris, his
thoughts had been of Erestor and how his feelings for him had
changed to a soul deep love. At night lustful dreams had filled his
reverie, most of which started with him imagining he was watching
Erestor slowly remove his clothes and stand naked before him as he
tried on his surprise gift. Of course in his dreams the new robes
did not remain on the beautiful body for very long because
Glorfindel easily imagined that the pale soft skin worn under the
garment was far more pleasing to the eye and the touch. But now
those dreams were shattered by the only Elf in Arda considered as
fair, and as totally seductive as was the once Lord of the Golden
Flower. The only Elf Glorfindel had ever seen able to bring such
emotion to the aloof, immovable, yet achingly adorable Erestor.

Glorfindel had no wish to witness any further heart breaking
display, and made his way to his office, determined to spend the
rest of the afternoon immersed in preparing his reports for Elrond.
It would be necessary for him to present his findings at any meeting
regarding border protection and he wanted to be fully prepared as he
was certain Thranduil would be. Besides, he would show Erestor that
he did not really need him!


It was hidden in his office that Imrien found him later that
afternoon and presented him with the garment he had ordered for
Erestor. She had sought Glorfindel out because she was anxious to
show him her work, and because she had seen and recognised the
stormy look of jealousy on his face as he brushed past her in his
haste to leave the courtyard.

"I trust this is to your liking," she said as she handed him both
the new and the old robe.

"Thank you, it is exactly what I wanted," he said as he lightly ran
his hand over the soft, deep blue velvet. The sorrow and hurt in his
eyes was easily read and he started when a delicate hand covered his
own.

"Yet you do not appear to be pleased," commented the Elf maid.

"Only because it seems I am too late in declaring my heart, Erestor
has given his elsewhere." Glorfindel's sigh of resignation was
filled with sorrow.

"I am sorry to hear that, but perhaps you are mistaken. Our lord
advisor has done nothing but walk around looking even despondent
than usual since you left, and his countenance only brightened when
he heard of your imminent arrival." Hope flared briefly in his eyes,
only to be replaced by darker emotions as he recalled *his* Erestor
in Thranduil's arms

"His anticipation was obviously for his reunion with Thranduil."

"I hardly think so, but why not ask him where you stand, just to be
sure?" suggested Imrien.

It was sound advice, Glorfindel decided after he gave it a few
moments thought. He was not afraid to hear the truth and such was
his love for Erestor that at the very least he would make certain
his friend was happy. With a wry grin he also intended to ensure
Thranduil realised that were he to hurt the dark haired beauty in
any way, it would be the Balrog slayer to whom he would answer.

*******

"Erestor, are you there?" Glorfindel called as he tapped lightly on
the door to his friend's chambers, hoping he had not interrupted
anything when a slightly flushed Erestor opened the door. He was
relieved to find his fears unfounded when he saw Thranduil talking
to his guards at the end of the passageway.

"Do come in Glorfindel, I am so pleased to see you. You vanished so
quickly after you arrived that I did not have the chance to welcome
you home. Where did you disappear to?" asked Erestor as he ushered
the seneschal inside. After he had shown Thranduil to the guest
chamber, the advisor had quickly returned to the courtyard, eager to
be reunited with Glorfindel only to find the object of his
affections was nowhere in sight. He had been about to search for him
when the cook requested a meeting to discuss the seating
arrangements and final menu for the banquet that was to be held in
Mirkwood's honour. Erestor had only just returned to his chamber
when Glorfindel arrived.

"I had a report to write," replied Glorfindel with a shrug.

"I see. Surely that was not so important that it could not wait
until I welcomed you home?" Erestor asked.

"You sound as if you missed me." Glorfindel was heartened by the
thought.

"Why of course I did. There is none other in Imladris who I wish to
spend my time with, aside from Elrond, and of late I thought you and
I were becoming quite. close." Erestor closed the distance between
himself and his heart's desire as he spoke.

"What about in Mirkwood? Are you as `close' to Thranduil? Do you
love him?" Glorfindel failed to keep the slight harshness born of
jealousy from his voice. Erestor studied the seneschal, easily
recognising the same depth of emotion in the one he knew so well
that were in his own heart. Glorfindel did indeed love him.

"Do I love him? Ai, he is a dear friend to me, just as you are,"
replied Erestor, deciding this was the time to admit his true
feelings. He reached out to gently cup Glorfindel's chin in his hand
forcing the sorrow filled eyes to look at him. "I love Thranduil as
a brother, but I am not in love with him. I love YOU, Glorfindel. It
is you who has captured my heart." Glorfindel parted his lips to
speak, but the advisor's passionate kiss took him by surprise and
whatever reply Glorfindel had been about to make was stolen from
him, as was his breath.

"My heart is yours. I love you, Erestor," he whispered when their
need for air finally caused the loving touch of soft lips to end.
They stood locked in a tender embrace for a few moments, just
savouring the closeness of the physical contact and the intense joy
both felt at being loved so deeply.

"Then kiss me again." Glorfindel needed no further encouragement,
and playfully nipped at Erestor's lower lip before tasting the
erotic softness of the fullness that opened willingly to the tongue
that desired to ravish his mouth. Erestor moaned in dismay as a
knock at the door intruded into the moment.

"Pretend you are not here." suggested Glorfindel with a wicked gleam
in his eye. It was an appealing thought, especially since Erestor
was discovering just how much he enjoyed the sensation of Glorfindel
sucking on the tip of his ear.

"It might be important." Erestor groaned with need as Glorfindel
nuzzled his neck, but managed to answer the second, more determined
knock. The seneschal shook his head, silently begging Erestor not to
reply, but the advisor merely smiled with regret. Duty called, "Who
is it?"

"It is I, Lindir, my Lord Erestor. Lord Elrond requests your
presence in the library." Two pairs of eyes rolled in joint
exasperation and without moving from the arms he had waited so long
to hold him, Erestor sighed and rested his head on Glorfindel's
shoulder.

"Tell Elrond I will be there shortly," he replied.

"As you wish," was the slightly stunned reply. It was so unlike
Erestor not to react immediately to such a request. "Do you happen
to know where I can find Lord Glorfindel, his presence is also
required." Glorfindel playfully put his hand over Erestor's mouth to
prevent him from speaking, and the advisor kissed the palm lovingly
before removing it from his lips.

"Nay, but if I see him I will relay the message," said Erestor, who
was able to lie when discretion was called for. The sound of
retreating footsteps told them they were once again alone, and
Glorfindel laughed merrily.

"My dear Erestor, I do believe that is the first time you have not
immediately answered a summons from Elrond. Whatever will he think
of such tardiness?"

"I would prefer to be reprimanded for tardiness, than to allow
Elrond to see me in this state," replied Erestor as he dropped his
eyes to his arousal. Glorfindel nodded with understanding as his
hand moved to caress the hard bulge that was evident beneath the
advisor's robes. Erestor gasped with pleasure at the touch, and
returned the favour in kind. His lover was equally in no state to be
seen by anyone, especially by their lord.

"Ai, his knowing smirk would be unbearable," agreed
Glorfindel. "There is a simple solution to our mutual problem. Let
us pleasure each other with our hands for now, we can spend hours
making love later," he whispered in his most seductive voice.
Erestor was more than agreeable to this suggestion and barely had
Glorfindel finished speaking the words when he felt the ties of his
leggings loosen, releasing his hardness into a warm hand that moved
up and down the hardened flesh in a motion that sent tendrils of
pure ecstasy throughout Glorfindel's body.

Erestor claimed his mouth in a fiercely passionate kiss, moaning
deeply as Glorfindel began stroking his lover's flesh with the same
rhythm. Their intense arousal, craving and long denied need for each
other, combined with the touch of flesh on flesh, was quickly their
undoing, and the chamber echoed with lust filled cries.

"Erestor!"

"Glorfindel!"

So intense was their release that they collapsed to the floor,
wrapped in each other's arms where they stayed long enough to share
a lingering kiss that promised even more passion to come. Well aware
that Elrond would by now be rather impatiently awaiting them, and
after several more sensuous kisses, the lovers reluctantly drew
apart, righted their clothing and hurried to the library.

Chapter 4/6


Elrond stood in the archway that opened out onto the wide balcony,
his eyes gazing unseeing into the valley below as he contemplated
Erestor's unusual display of emotion earlier that day. The advisor's
smile had softened his features and made his eyes shine with a
radiance that was breathtaking. No wonder he has captured
Thranduil's heart, Elrond mistakenly thought, although judging by
Glorfindel's equally dark display of jealousy, the Balrog slayer was
also in love with the advisor.

Concern creased his brow as Elrond considered the implications of
having two Elves in love with his advisor. He cared deeply for all
his friends and this was a rather involved situation with the
potential to cause great harm to longstanding friendships. He did
not believe that either would deliberately hurt Erestor, but he was
wise enough to know that heart break was inevitable for at least one
of them.

Both Thranduil and Glorfindel were prideful Elves and although it
appeared that the Mirkwood King had won Erestor's heart, Elrond
doubted that Glorfindel would give up so easily. Knowing how
determined his seneschal could be when he set his mind on achieving
a goal, even one that was apparently unattainable in this case, the
Lord of Imladris decided to assist the lovers by keeping him too
busy to either interfere, or to suffer from a broken heart. It was
an admirable task he had set himself, but little did he know his
efforts were entirely misdirected

Elrond allowed himself s secret smile as Erestor and Glorfindel
entered the library. Never had he seen his advisor so radiantly
happy and, if he was not mistaken, glowing in the aftermath of
sexual release. Thranduil certainly had not wasted any time in
claiming his lover, or so Elrond thought. Glorfindel appeared to be
in much the same state, and he assumed that the Balrog slayer had
sought another's arms to temporarily ease his pain. Although he did
not approve of such casual liaisons it was not proper to comment on
the private life of an elf lord who was well past his majority.

"Erestor, I think you have shocked Lindir, he was almost afraid to
tell me you intended to keep me waiting," said Elrond with a
nonchalance that surprised both Elves. He moved to the cabinet where
he stored his `private' collection of wine, and poured them all a
glass, not noticing that Erestor and Glorfindel exchanged an amused
glance at poor Lindir's dilemma.

"I apologise for not immediately answering your summons, Elrond. I
was otherwise engaged when Lindir found me," Erestor said humbly
having quickly regained a more formal composure as he accepted the
wine. He was very relieved when Elrond did not seek further
explanation because he and Glorfindel had not even had the time to
fully explore their new relationship, let alone discuss when they
would make it public.

"It is of no matter," replied Elrond waving his hand
dismissively. "Besides when Lindir was unable to locate Glorfindel I
fully expected the meeting to be delayed even longer." The gleam in
his eye told the golden lord he was being teased, and Glorfindel
merely snorted with feigned disgust.

"What is so important that it could not wait until the morning?" he
asked as he sat quite close beside Erestor on the long seat near the
window. Elrond scowled slightly at this unexpected act and realised
that seduction was on the Balrog slayer's mind. Glorfindel usually
only favoured the large armchair near the fire.

"I thought we should discuss Thranduil's agenda. His time here is
limited, but I know he wishes to watch how our warriors train, so I
am releasing Erestor from his duties in the morning to act as his
escort." Glorfindel's eyebrows rose with puzzlement and a little
anger, but he kept his comments light hearted.

"It has been many years since our advisor has wielded his sword in
practice, but I am certain he knows his way to the training
grounds." Both Erestor and Elrond glared at the remark, but there
was a hint of a smile in the advisor's eyes.

"Of course I do, and I will naturally do as you ask, Elrond," he
replied also wondering what had prompted his lord to devise such an
unusual arrangement. He found he needed to speak on behalf of his
lover. "However, surely there will be time enough for Glorfindel to
show the King the skills and prowess of the warriors under his
command, of which he can be justly proud. Certainly he and Thranduil
have much more in common to speak about, both as warriors of great
renowned and as leaders of their respective armies." Glorfindel had
felt a glow of warmth in his heart at Erestor's words of pride in
his abilities and he suddenly did not want to share his company with
anyone else.

"I agree, but Glorfindel and I have many reports from the border
patrols that we must discuss before we begin the formal talks with
Mirkwood that are scheduled for tomorrow afternoon." There was no
denying the need to do as Elrond suggested and the seneschal
reluctantly nodded agreement. He knew his lover would understand
that duty to Imladris and his lord took precedent.

At least they would have the whole night to indulge in their
newfound love, and he could not resist lightly brushing Erestor's
hand as it lay on the seat between them. The advisor turned to look
at him, shivering slightly as two pairs of eyes filled with love and
the faint darkening of desire met. He quickly turned away lest his
need become visible but not swiftly enough to prevent Elrond from
noticing the tension between the two. He totally misread Erestor's
longing and assumed he was offended by Glorfindel's subtle advances.
He cleared his throat noisily, deciding it was time to put some
distance between the two elves and to prevent his seneschal from
doing anything foolish.

"The banquet begins in a less than two hours, you both have my leave
to go and make ready to attend. Erestor, would you be kind enough to
see that Thranduil finds his way the dining hall?"


*******

"I wonder why Elrond is insisting you spend so much time with
Thranduil?" Glorfindel mused as they made their way to the guest
chambers, walking close enough to entwine their hands for neither
could bear to be without the other's touch. Despite their increasing
desire to be alone, etiquette demanded that Erestor take a moment to
inform the King that he would call for him in time to attend the
banquet. Glorfindel insisted on accompanying him, not only to remain
by his side but because he did not really trust Thranduil despite
Erestor's assurances that they were only friends. He did not know
the Woodland King well, but he recognised the same stubbornness and
unwillingness to admit defeat in him that was also a part of his own
character.

"I imagine it is because we are friends of old, as I told you, and I
have had more contact with Thranduil since the Last Alliance," said
the advisor with a slight shrug.

"I thought he and Elrond were also friends." Glorfindel was rather
worldlier and far less naïïve than his beautiful Erestor and
suspected there was more to Elrond's agenda than simple politeness
towards a visiting King. There was a sudden lack of warmth in his
lover's melodious voice and Erestor wondered where this was leading.

"They are."

"And you greeted him with more affection that you have displayed
since I have known you," added Glorfindel, remembering his envy. "It
may be that our illustrious and very much mistaken matchmaking lord
believes you and Thranduil are lovers and he is attempting to give
you as much time together as possible," he suggested, not at all
pleased with such a notion.

"That is ridiculous!" Erestor declared with disbelief.

"Is it? Did I not think the very same thing when I saw you
together?" A flicker of pain crossed the seneschal's face only to be
erased by the sweetest of kisses.

"I did not mean to hurt you, my love," whispered Erestor as he drew
his arms about his beloved, not caring that they were still standing
in the passageway, in full view of any who passed by. Glorfindel
sighed happily and returned the embrace, claiming Erestor's lips in
a long languorous kiss as he did so.

"Surely you two can find a more private location for your reunion?
Do neither of you have chambers to go to?" Thranduil demanded
sounding very much as if he was admonishing his own son's behaviour
rather than that of the Chief Advisor and Captain of the guard of
Imladris. His words caused the lovers to abruptly end their kiss but
Glorfindel kept a possessive arm about Erestor's waist as they
turned to face the Mirkwood King who was standing in the open
doorway to his chambers.

"We were just on our way to inform you that I am escort you to the
banquet, and. " Erestor was not quite certain how to continue.
Fortunately Glorfindel was never at a loss for words and neither was
this the first time he had been caught in a passionate embrace in
the passageway, although the last time was well over a millennium
ago.

"We were unable to resist behaving as new lovers often do," he said
unashamedly declaring his feelings for the one to whom his heart now
belonged and wanting to make sure Thranduil knew it. The King
merely nodded and smiled knowingly.

"So I see. I hope you two will be very happy together, as well as a
little more discreet," he added with an affectionate pat on the
shoulder for them both. "Of course if you can not wait to continue
your current behaviour until you reach your own chamber, mine is at
your disposal." Glorfindel laughed heartily at the less than subtle
suggestion, and even though he felt his cheeks burning with
embarrassment, Erestor managed to look daggers at the King who now
wore an infuriating smirk on his face.

"That will not be necessary, thank you Thranduil." Erestor tried to
keep his voice icy to indicate his disapproval of such base
comments, but found it to be impossible with Glorfindel nuzzling his
neck. He closed his eyes and simply enjoyed the sensation for a few
moments, then twisted out of his love's arms. Glorfindel raised his
eyebrow in surprise, but then bowed politely to Thranduil who was
still watching the lovers.

"If you will excuse us, I have something I wish to give to Erestor
before the banquet. I will see that he arrives in time to escort
you," he said, the sultry tone in his voice sending shivers of
delight down Erestor's spine as did the touch of the elegant fingers
that intertwined with his own.

"That will not be necessary. I have a rare bottle of Dorwinion for
Elrond that I am certain he will wish to share with me. He can show
me to the dining hall." The offer was made mainly to appease
Erestor's displeasure, and was accepted as such by the advisor.

"Thank you, we would both appreciate that but please keep your
knowledge of our relationship to yourself until we make a formal
announcement. We have not told Elrond yet," Erestor explained to his
friend.

"I understand, and you know you can trust me, my old friend,
although perhaps it would be best to afford Elrond the same
courtesy." The advisor nodded his agreement then looked for
confirmation to Glorfindel who was delicately kissing his lover's
fingertips.

"Perhaps we will speak to him later this evening," he told Thranduil
who then turned and entered his chamber, collected the bottle of
wine and quickly made his way towards Elrond's library.

"I think that after tonight there will be no doubt in anyone's mind
that we are lovers." The words were whispered softly against
Erestor's ebony hair and when dark eyes met deep blue a silent
declaration of love was exchanged. Yet there was also another gleam
in Glorfindel's eye that his lover did not fail to recognise as pure
mischief and held the promise of a very entertaining evening to come.

Chapter 5/6


Once the couple were safely behind the closed door of Glorfindel's
chamber, they wasted no time in resuming their passionate kissing.
The spark of desire bust into roaring flames of unbridled passion
and hands anxious to feel bare skin ripped buttons and ties from
carelessly removed clothing so that by the time they fell together
on the bed, both were totally naked and aroused to a delightfully
painful hardness. Erestor's throaty moans were becoming ever more
needful, and were as music to Glorfindel's ears as his tongue probed
ever deeper into the sweet moistness of his lover's willing mouth

"Is this what you meant when you told Thranduil you had something to
give me?" teased the advisor as he wantonly rubbed their erections
together causing a lust filled groan from Glorfindel that sent
shivers of anticipation down his lover's spine.

"This and so much more," replied the seneschal as he reached for the
oil he kept in his night stand. "Let me make you mine," he whispered
seductively.

"Please take me, NOW!" It was a plea uttered with such love brought
tears of joy the deep blue eyes that were held by a pair burning
black with desire and Glorfindel was almost undone when he felt
Erestor's legs wrap around his waist in open invitation.

No other words were needed and this time when Erestor moaned against
the full lips that claimed his, it was with pure ecstasy for not
only had that delicious tongue penetrated his mouth once again, but
at the same time slick fingers had slid inside and brushed against
that part of him that caused pleasure from within. Soon the fingers
were replaced by a satin covered hardness and the two rapidly became
lost in the ever increasing rhythm of love making. The only sounds
in the chamber were whispered words of love that soon gave way to
sighs and moans of lust. Their coupling was both brief and intense
with neither able to long deny themselves the release that sated
their bodies even as it bound their hearts and souls together. At
the height of their passion, both screamed each other's names until
their voices were hoarse until finally they collapsed into
stillness, content to lay entwined as they waited for their racing
hearts to settle in the aftermath of their ecstasy.

"I love you, Glorfindel. I am yours forever," whispered Erestor
against the chest that now glistened with sweat from their exertions.

"I love you too, Erestor. Forever," responded Glorfindel as he
tightened his arms around the one he held against his heart. Their
lips met again, but in a kiss that spoke only of the tenderness and
passion of their soul deep love. Finally exhaustion overcame them
and they drifted off into a restful sleep.

*******

"This is an excellent vintage, Thranduil. Your gift is much
appreciated," said Elrond as he poured two goblets of wine.
Thranduil had been correct when he said that the Peredhel would not
be able to resist tasting the wine, and he was more than willing to
partake of it as well.

"I knew you would like it, and it is a fitting way to celebrate our
meeting after all this time," replied the King of Mirkwood with a
smile of genuine affection for his friend.

"I am pleased to see you again, and am eager to begin our talks, but
aside from telling you that I have asked Erestor to escort you to
the training grounds in the morning, I think we can forgo any formal
discussion until the meeting tomorrow afternoon. I am more
interested to hear about you and Erestor." Thranduil raised an
eyebrow in query, signalling to Elrond that he apparently had no
idea to what his friend referred. "You are obviously more than
friends, and it is also obvious that he is in love," explained
Elrond.

"Aye, that is true," replied Thranduil with deliberate ambiguity and
then changed the subject. "You and I have much news to exchange but
tell me, how fare your sons and Arwen? It is said she has grown to
be even more beautiful than Lúúthien?" It was exactly the right
question to distract Elrond for quite a while since he was very
proud of his children, and ever willing to speak of them. Thranduil
listened with genuine interest, and then of course was equally
willing to boast of Legolas's accomplishments.

"They have indeed all grown to be fine young adults," commented
Elrond when Thranduil had finished speaking, but he was not to be
deterred from his original question. "Now, about Erestor... I think
you should be made aware that Glorfindel is in love with him."

"I know." Thranduil replied succinctly, inwardly smiling at the
rare error in judgement Elrond had made and the mischievous Wood
elf spirit in the Sinda decided he would have a little fun at his
misguided friend's expense.

"Are you not concerned?" Elrond asked, frowning in confusion. He had
expected jealous anger, not mirth from Thranduil.

"Nay, why should I be? Erestor knows his own heart, and he is
definitely both loyal and trustworthy," declared Thranduil with
total self assurance that only made Elrond's confusion increase. He
privately admitted that he would be a little worried to learn that
Glorfindel was a rival and he was surprised Thranduil was not.

"True, but my seneschal can be very determined when he wants
something or someone."

"And is likely irresistible to most," commented Thranduil with a
grin. There was no denying just how attractive the golden elf lord
was. "Have no fear, Elrond. Erestor deserves his happiness and I
will not allow anyone to interfere with it."

"I am pleased to hear you say that," the Imladris lord said as he
cast a glance at the lengthening shadows on the balcony outside. "It
is growing dark, I suggest we both make ready for the banquet. What
time are you expecting Erestor to call for you?"

"I am afraid I will have to ask you to act as my guide. Glorfindel
required Erestor's assistance on a matter of some urgency so I told
them I would seek you out." To Thranduil's experienced eye, the
matter between the lovers had certainly appeared to be very `urgent'
and their `discussion' was likely to make them late for the banquet
into the bargain.

"Then meet me back here when you hear the first dinner bell ring, if
you will," said Elrond with a hint of displeasure. He had no idea
what Glorfindel needed Erestor's help with, and suspected it was
merely a ruse to remove the advisor from Thranduil's company. He was
not impressed and decided that Elf lord or not, it was time to have
a candid word or two with the seneschal.

*********

Thranduil finished dressing just as the peal of the bell echoed
throughout Imladris, and as he left his chambers, he decided it
might be wise to ensure that Erestor and Glorfindel were not so lost
in each other that they arrived late for the meal. Elrond was
already upset with Glorfindel, and it would not do to make matters
worse, especially when there was no real cause. If the lovers did
not at least tell Elrond of their new relationship, and soon, then
Thranduil decided he would take matters into his own hands. He
quickly made his way to the next passageway, at the end of which he
knew he would find Glorfindel's chamber, and upon hearing no
movement or sounds of lovemaking inside, deemed it unlikely that he
would be interrupting anything. He knocked loudly.

"Glorfindel?"

"A moment," he replied to the voice that came from behind the locked
door. Unable to resist the temptation, he took a second to kiss his
lover's cheeks before disentangling himself from Erestor's embrace.
He donned a robe to cover his nakedness and walked over to the door
opening it just far enough to speak with his visitor, surprised to
see Thranduil standing there, dressed in his formal finery and
looking exquisite.

"I did not mean to disturb you, but I am due to meet Elrond again in
a few minutes and I thought you and Erestor might need. ahem.
reminding. that it the banquet begins in an hour." Glorfindel was
secretly pleased to realise that Thranduil had simply assumed he and
the advisor were together, and undoubtedly was aware of what they
had been doing as well. In that moment he realised he wanted
everyone to know of his love for Erestor.

"Thank you, we will see you there shortly, and again, thank you for
your assistance," replied Glorfindel.

"Think nothing of it, I would do anything to see Erestor happy,"
replied Thranduil openly.

"As will I," stated Glorfindel.

"I trust that is so. I consider you a friend, but should hurt or
heartbreak come to Erestor by your hands, it is me you will have to
deal with," warned Thranduil. His smile was warm and friendly, but
his voice was tinged with ice.

"I understand, but it will not happen." Thranduil accepted the
reassurance, nodded politely and then left to find Elrond.

"Was that Thranduil? What did he want?" asked Erestor who was now
fully awake and sitting with his back resting against the head
board. He held his arms out and Glorfindel willingly moved into them
and nuzzled into the curve of his beloved's neck.

"It was indeed. He came to make sure we were aware that it is almost
time for the banquet and warned me not to incur his wrath by hurting
you."

"He is a good and dear friend, but I need no protection from you,"
said Erestor.

"Nay you do not, but an irate Elrond is another matter. We need to
bathe and dress quickly for I doubt he will tolerate any more
tardiness from either of us," said Glorfindel, making no attempt
whatsoever to move from the bed, preferring instead to rain tiny
kisses over Erestor's chest.

"Neither of us will move if you continue to do that," whispered his
lover as he ran his hand lightly through the gold silk of
Glorfindel's hair. Both were becoming aroused again, and with a
great effort of will, the seneschal gently moved away, and walked
towards the bathroom.

"It will save time if we bathe together." Glorfindel's wink was
positively erotic and Erestor readily agreed to his plan.

"You fill the bath while I fetch my robes," agreed the ever
practical and extremely tidy advisor as began picking up his
discarded clothing.

"That will not be necessary. I have something you can wear," said
Glorfindel. He reached into his wardrobe and pulled out the deep
blue velvet robe. "I know this is not normally the colour you wear,
but I ask you to at least try it on before you decide. I had this
garment made especially for you. That was shy I was in your room
that day, if you are still wondering. The seamstress needed one of
your old robes to use as a pattern."

"I see. I am pleased that you went to so much trouble, and I
withdraw my edict. You are most welcome in my chambers at any time,"
said Erestor with a warm smile as he studied the richly coloured
garment for a few moments. "What made you chose this colour?" His
formal robes were a dark grey, a colour he felt comfortable with,
especially because it helped maintain his air of aloofness for which
he was well known. Dark hair and dark robes were a combination that
did not normally invite unwanted social interaction, and as such had
well suited the advisor.

"To be totally honest, I had actually planned to empty your wardrobe
one day while you were bathing and leave you only a bright red robe
to wear. I wanted to see you in a `happy' colour. I thought it might
make you more cheerful to be around, but after that rainy day we
spent together. I suspected, nay hoped, that you returned my love
and I chose to gift you this instead. There is no Elf in Arda more
beautiful than you both within and without and I love you just as
you are, my dear Erestor." Glorfindel hugged his love close as he
spoke, and Erestor sighed with contentment as he rested his head on
the shoulder that seemed to be moulded especially to suit him and
him alone.

There was nothing cold or aloof about his interaction with
Glorfindel, he silently told himself, and whilst he expected to
maintain an air of staid decorum in public, he wished nothing more
than to please his lover, so he decided he would do as he had been
asked. He moved back over to the bed where the garment lay and
examined it a little more closely.

"If I am not mistaken, this is the emblem of the House of the Golden
Flower," he said as his fingers traced the design located so that it
would lie over his heart. It was embroidered with mithril thread
and shone with a brilliance matched only by the love in Glorfindel's
eyes.

"It is and were we in Gondolin, it would be recognised by the people
of my House that you have given your heart to one of us," he
explained. "It is likely that Elrond will know the significance of
it, if no one else."

"Then of course I will wear it, for I want Elrond and all of
Imladris to know I love you," said Erestor as he lightly kissed the
mithril flower and then more soundly kissed the once great lord of
the House of the Golden Flower.

"There is something else about the robe that I think you will like,
but it is best explained when you are wearing it," said Glorfindel
with anticipation as he led Erestor to the bathing chamber. They
washed quickly, aware that they were still likely to be late despite
Thranduil's timely warning.

Once they had dried each other, they moved back into the bedchamber
and Glorfindel quickly dressed in the dark green robes that he wore
to all formal occasions. Erestor has just pulled on his leggings and
was about to put on his undershirt in when he was stopped
Glorfindel's merry laughter.

"Nay, Erestor, the neck is high enough that you do not need to wear
that." Erestor looked mildly embarrassed at such a suggestion, he
always wore an undershirt. His frown changed to a warm smile as he
slid into the robe. It was lined with a fabric that was so soft on
his bare skin it reminded him of the satiny feel of Glorfindel's
member, and he blushed profusely at such a crude thought.

"Why are you blushing, my love?" asked Glorfindel as he helped with
the buttons. Erestor told him what he was thinking.

"That is exactly what you are meant to feel. This fabric is of a
very special and rare kind, woven only by the maids of Lothlorien.
It is made to heighten physical sensation and give pleasure to both
the wearer and his or her lover," explained Glorfindel as he slowly
ran his hands over the fabric covering Erestor's chest to
demonstrate what he meant. The silky material rubbed with
excruciating tenderness across Erestor's nipples, sending sparks of
delight directly to his groin.

"I can not wear this in public, Glorfindel. I feel positively
indecent to be naked from the waist up even if hidden by the robes.
As for below the waist, well see for yourself!" Erestor did mot look
down, but merely pointed to his groin that he felt had once again
become fully erect.

"Nay, you look. I told you this was an elven fabric, and it hides
much, just like the cloaks of Lothlorien." Erestor's initial
scepticism at the seemingly outrageous claim disappeared as soon as
he stood before the mirror and saw no evidence of his full arousal.

"Are your robes lined with same fabric?" he teased as he moved
closer to his beloved.

"Decide for yourself," dared Glorfindel playfully. Very slowly,
Erestor ran his hands over the fabric and across the muscular chest,
stopping to rub his protruding nipples through the robe, and with a
look of pure lust, he moved his hands further down, and felt the
bulge he actually could not see. He ran his hand several times over
the hardened member, and was pleased to feel Glorfindel arching into
his touch.

"It seems you are far more affected than I am, my Balrog slayer," he
whispered wickedly. The feel of the sensuous fabric combined with
his lover's continual stroking at an ever increasing pace was so
erotic that Glorfindel could bot contain his pleasure.

"Ai, but you are wearing leggings, I. am .. not... please. do not
stop!"

"AHH! ERESTOR!" Glorfindel shuddered his release and fell into arms
that were waiting to support him.

"I have decided I will wear these robes after all, my love," Erestor
said as he licked the tip of Glorfindel's ear.

Chapter 6/6


While Glorfindel was occupied with making himself presentable once
more, Erestor took advantage of the opportunity to return the robe
he had worn earlier to his chamber. He caught a brief glimpse of
himself in the mirror on his dresser as he walked past and realised
that his hair was in dire need of attention before he appeared in
public. Removing the plain leather tie that held the soft ebony
locks from his face, he quickly brushed his hair back to silky
smoothness and pinned it back with a silver and sapphire clasp that
Thranduil had given him many years ago. Erestor had never worn it,
believing that it was far too elegant for his usual taste, but the
stones in it matched the colour of his robe and feeling a sudden
desire to look his best for Glorfindel, he decided to wear it.

"There you are! I thought you had left without me," said the object
of his thoughts as he entered the chamber without so much as
knocking first. Erestor found this small affirmation of their
newfound intimacy to be very pleasing, and smiled affectionately at
his lover.

"I would not dream of deserting you. Ever," he replied in earnest
as he moved into Glorfindel's waiting arms. "I simply needed to
straighten my hair." The seneschal's eyes crinkled with amusement at
his love's vanity which was very much like his own, he had to admit.

"Well, now that you have made yourself look even more desirable,
shall we go?" Neither made any attempt to move apart for they were
both relishing the delicious sensation of the silky fabric against
their skin wherever their bodies touched.

"Ai, but not until you kiss me, my handsome one," Erestor demanded
playfully. Glorfindel was more than happy to oblige, and as their
lips brushed in a kiss, that was at first tender but rapidly
deepened into a promise of passion as their bodies craved more
intimate contact. They parted with soft sighs of resignation, both
wishing fervently that the banquet was already over. "I do not think
I will be able to bear the torment of this garment all night, as
pleasant as it is," said Erestor breathlessly.

"The constant stimulation is part of the charm of the fabric.
Besides, you will definitely not be wearing it *all* night, for I
can not wait to make love to you again," declared Glorfindel in a
voice so seductive that the advisor felt a surge of heat travel to
his groin and colour to rise in his cheeks.

It was only a sense of duty to Elrond and Imladris that forced them
to make their way to the dining hall.

********

Elrond eyed the two empty seats at the main table with concern, and
was just about to ask Lindir to seek out the errant seneschal and
advisor when a hushed silence fell over the dining hall and all eyes
turned to the doorway. Erestor and Glorfindel had finally arrived,
but it was not the golden handsomeness of the formally attired elf
lord that caught everyone's eye, for they were well accustomed to
seeing his beauty. it was Erestor who was the centre of attention.
He looked positively radiant. The deep blue of the robes
complimented his dark hair, as did the elegant clasp, yet it was his
slightly flushed face and brilliantly shining eyes that won him
appreciative glances from several of the elves in the room, and
astonished Elrond. He could hardly believe that this exquisite elf
was his staid advisor.

"Erestor, I have never seen you looking quite so. lovely," he said,
while what he was really thinking was that his advisor looked
absolutely desirable. No wonder Thranduil and Glorfindel both wanted
him.

"Ai, Erestor your choice of a colour other than grey is certainly
most agreeable. You look stunning," added Thranduil. "Is that the
clasp I gave you?" he asked knowing full well it was, but hoping to
add a little fuel to Elrond's misconception about his advisor's love
life. Erestor knew exactly what Thranduil was doing, and answered in
the same ambiguous manner.

"It is, and again I thank you for having it made for me," replied
Erestor sincerely with an affectionate smile for the King. "It
certainly compliments these robes that Glorfindel gave me, does it
not?"

"Glorfindel gave you the robes? Why?" asked Elrond, frowning in
consternation.

"Our dear advisor always looks so dull and dreary in black that I
thought to lighten his life with a little colour," replied
Glorfindel as he placed his hand over Erestor's where it rested on
the table, smiling as he felt a gentle squeeze in return. Elrond
scowled at this display of affection that, had he thought about it
calmly for a moment, he would have realised was not really unusual.
He glanced at Thranduil to gauge his reaction. The King was
displaying no jealousy and seemed totally unperturbed as he smiled
at Elrond and did not fail to notice the confusion in the Peredhel's
eyes. The Lore Master knew there was something vaguely familiar
about Erestor's garment, but at the moment he could not think what
it was.

"It has worked admirably well, for it seems to me that his demeanour
is definitely much friendlier and more relaxed," the Wood Elf
commented with a knowing wink for Erestor who made no reply. "Is
that the emblem of your House, Glorfindel?" Thranduil asked as he
noticed the mithril flower and lightly traced it with his finger.
Erestor blushed a little deeper at the unexpected touch that grazed
over his already highly aroused nipple and not wishing to embarrass
his friend further, and catching the flash of deep blue jealousy in
Glorfindel's eyes, Thranduil quickly withdrew his hand.

"Ai, it is, although I am surprised you recognise it," replied
Glorfindel coldly.

"Whilst it was well known that Oropher bore no love for any other
than the Sindar and Silvan Elves, he was not uneducated and was well
learned in the history of the Ages, as am I," commented Thranduil.

"Did he ever mention the significance of a symbol such as Erestor
wears?" asked Elrond, having now remembered what it meant. He did
not wish to hurt any of his friends, but he could not allow any
deception to continue. Thranduil shook his head. "It signifies that
the wearer has given his heart to a member of the House of the
Golden Flower. In other words that Erestor and Glorfindel are
lovers."

"Well of course they are, you only have to see them together to
realise that," said Thranduil with a slight shrug. He was trying
very hard to maintain his composure, especially since Elrond was now
staring at him with both eyebrows raised in disbelief.

"But I thought you and he. I have never seen Erestor display as much
affection before." began Elrond trying to sort through his
confusion. Glorfindel took pity on his lord who was also a much
loved friend.

"You should have trusted your instincts, Elrond. You have been
hinting for weeks that you suspected Erestor and I were lovers. You
even realised it before we did." he said, his eyes glittering with
amusement.

"I know I have never seemed outwardly affectionate, but Thranduil is
a very demonstrative Elf, and very dear friend. I always greet him
thus, but we are not lovers, nor have we ever been. My heart belongs
to Glorfindel," Erestor stated simply.

Then to everyone's amazement the aloof, cold advisor then wrapped
his arms around his lover's neck and kissed him with such sweet
tenderness that they became lost in each other. It was only after
Thranduil rather loudly cleared his throat that they remembered
where they were.

"Would you two care to rejoin the banquet and try some of this
Dorwinion, it is an excellent vintage," he said as poured them both
some wine. "I think Elrond could use another goblet as well," he
added with a sympathetic pat on the shoulder for his friend, just as
the first course of the meal was being served.

Throughout the banquet, the conversation covered a variety of
topics, but particularly the encroachment of orcs on their
respective borders and along the passes through the Misty Mountains.
Erestor listened with pride as Glorfindel briefly explained Imladris
methods of training and assignation of border patrols to an
obviously impressed warrior King.

"Enough talk of battles and patrols," said Glorfindel when the
official speeches had finally been made. "Come, Erestor, will you
take a walk with me in the garden?" He was desperate to spend some
time alone with his lover, and his need had little to do with the
robes and much to do with a deep longing just to hold Erestor close.

"I would be delighted to," replied the advisor, reaching for
Glorfindel's hand and pointedly ignoring Thranduil's smirk as he
muttered;

"You walk will last only as long as it takes to reach the nearest
secluded spot I warrant."

"If we make it that far!" a soft voice whispered into Glorfindel's
ear, the warmth of Erestor's breath and the briefest touch of a
moist tongue on the sensitive tip causing a sudden weakness in the
seneschal's knees.

Once they were gone, Thranduil turned to speak with Elrond.

"I am disappointed to learn that Glorfindel will not be available to
show me the training grounds tomorrow."

"Since he has already given most of the report I was expecting from
him in the morning in answer to your questions, I see no reason why
he can not do as you ask," conceded Elrond.

"You were not trying to keep Glorfindel and Erestor apart, were you
not?" It was meant as a jest, but struck closer to the truth than
Elrond wanted to admit. He was not amused with the King's gentle
teasing, and his eyes flashed with anger as he spoke.

"That may have been part of the reason. I only wanted to ensure
Erestor's happiness, which I believed lay with you. Why did you let
me allow me to think that you were his lover when you knew I was
mistaken?" he demanded of Thranduil.

"I am not responsible for your beliefs. I admit my responses may
have been ambiguous, but had you been thinking clearly you would
have realised your mistake sooner. What is wrong with you Elrond? I
have never known you to make such a simple error in judgement."

"I admit to being preoccupied of late. My sons have been away
hunting orcs for well over a year now and I am growing increasingly
concerned for their safety. and their peace of mind."

"I understand how difficult it must be for you. It pains me enough
that Legolas is away for weeks at a time protecting his home; I
would beat a loss were he to leave Mirkwood on such a lengthy and
dangerous quest as your sons have chosen. Nonetheless, even though
your thinking is not a clear as it might be, surely you know full
well that my heart is bound to that of my beloved wife and even
though the sea has called her to Valinor, I could no more dishonour
her by taking a lover than could you dishonour Celebríían."

"Ai, what you say is true and I apologise if I gave offence," he
said.

"And I now regret keeping the truth from you. However there is
something else you should know about Erestor," he said as he leaned
closer to whisper a few words in private that, once he heard them,
lit Elrond's face with a brilliant smile.

The soft glow of candle light that invaded the garden from the open
doorway of the dining hall gradually dissolved into shadow, and as
Thranduil had surmised, the lovers had barely reached the privacy
afforded by the dark of night before Erestor felt a pair of strong
arms pull him into a crushing embrace.

"Alone at last!" declared Glorfindel happily.

"I do not know how much longer I can bear the constant state of
arousal I am in due to your touch on these exquisite robes,"
whispered Erestor as he felt fingers trailing across his robes, with
the barest of pressure causing the silky fabric to rub against his
bare chest and his hardened nipples. In response, his hands caressed
the seneschal's back, moving slowly downwards to the tempting curve
of buttocks covered by nothing but the erotic cloth. Glorfindel
moved his hips slightly backwards into Erestor's hands, causing soft
moans to escape both their lips.

"Then let us make the most of this time," the seneschal suggested
seductively, suiting his actions to his words by undoing the collar
of the deep blue robe so that he could taste the soft flesh of the
hidden neck. A smile of delight curved his lips when his nips and
licks elicited small urgent sounds of want from his lover. An
elegant finger then tenderly stroked the advisor's pale cheek,
laving a trail of fire in its wake. Erestor leaned into to the
touch, tilting his face upwards to offer his lips to his beloved.
The invitation was accepted with several brief, soft kisses that
were at first merely affectionate but gradually deepened into a
lingering touch of searing passion. Desires threatened to engulf
them both in its flames and within a moment two pairs of hands were
fumbling blindly, hastily attempting to unbutton robes when
Glorfindel heard his name being called by Gildor. He decided to
ignore the Elf, but was forced to listen to reason when Erestor
spoke.

"Unfortunately, you are due to join the musicians in the Hall of
Fire shortly," the advisor reminded his favourite harp player with
an obvious sigh of disappointment.

"Forgive the intrusion my lords but the dancing in which King
Thranduil is most eager to participate can not begin without the
music of our harpist," said the minstrel with an apologetic smile.

"Very well, I will attend in a few moments," Glorfindel acquiesced.
It took a few moments for the lovers to regain their composure, and
as they reluctantly separated from their embrace, two pairs of eyes
darkened with lust exchanged silent words of love.

"We will *continue* later," a husky voice said softly into the
advisor's ear.

"Nay, we will *finish* later," came the sultry reply.

********.

"I imagine Thranduil finds our ways a little more formal than those
to which he is accustomed," commented Elrond as he and his advisor
watched their friend tirelessly partner another of the maids who
sought a turn around the dance floor with him. Erestor had never
been one for dancing, always preferring to sit back and watch the
beauty and grace of Elves moving almost sensuously in tine with the
music as they followed the complicated yet elegant steps

"Ai, the merrymaking of our Woodland kin is certainly more carefree
and far livelier, especially since the choice of partners is not
restricted to Elves of the same gender," added Erestor with a smile
as he recalled many a pleasant evening at one of the King's midnight
feasts. In particular one night came to mind where he had been
persuaded by a little too much Dorwinion, and an insistent King, to
join in the dance. It had been an exhilarating experience, but one
he had vowed never to repeat when he thought on his lack of decorum,
although the notion of holding Glorfindel close as their bodies
moved and swayed in harmony with the music was suddenly very
appealing. And arousing, he realised as he felt his leggings become
uncomfortably tight once more, reminding of his need for his lover
and a repeat of the pleasure they had enjoyed before the banquet.

"Glorfindel is performing exceptionally well this evening," he heard
Elrond say, drawing his attention back to his surroundings. Erestor
looked towards the small stage where his beloved was seated and he
inhaled sharply as glittering blue eyes met and held his from across
the room and the music changed to a slow moving tempo.

"Indeed he has.I mean. is.." replied Erestor wistfully, his mind
obviously on the one plating the harp and wishing that it was he
rather than the musical instrument being held so lovingly on
Glorfindel's lap. Long, elegant fingers now moved sensuously, not so
much plucking the harps strings as caressing them with a tenderness
that Erestor could almost feel. Each note sent a tingle of pleasure
racing through his body, filling him with an intense need to have
those fingers on his bare skin and as the song continued, Erestor
had no doubt that Glorfindel was making love to him with his music.

It was the most erotic experience he had ever known, and he was
drawn as a moth to a flame to stand before his lover. The last note
had barely faded when he reached for one of those talented hands and
brought it to his lips and ever so softly kissed the palm before
leading Glorfindel away from the other musicians. Neither even
noticed that the eyes of nearly every Elf in the Hall were following
their encounter, nor that there was much silent rejoicing in
witnessing a newfound love.

"You play so beautifully," he said leading the way to a secluded
corner where they could embrace in some privacy.

"How could I not when it is for you my heart plays?" Glorfindel
replied adoringly as he bent to claim a kiss that was filled with
love and burning need so intense that both felt weak at the knees
when they finally parted for air.

"Do you think we could leave without being missed?" Erestor asked,
so desperate to act on his desire that he did not hear Elrond and
Thranduil approach, starting slightly when Glorfindel bowed his head
in greeting to them.

"Elrond, Thranduil, we were just about to take our leave," said
Glorfindel in answer to his love's question. He moved out of the
embrace, but kept one arm firmly wrapped about Erestor's waist and
allowed his hand to slip down to rest on his lover's hip in the same
position that Erestor's hand was on his.

"Even if we will miss our harpist, I see that allowing you to
retreat to your chamber is preferable to your making love where we
stand, which I deem likely to happen if you two remain here much
longer," said Elrond with much compassion and a hint of amusement at
how quickly and deeply his friends had fallen in love.

"Aye, such an act would definitely draw attention, not to mention
ruin you reputation as a cold, aloof advisor," teased Thranduil
with a private wink for Erestor that had nothing to do with his
words, but informed his friend that he had confided in Elrond and
now there was only one who needed to learn Erestor's secret.

"Then we will bid you good night and retire to my chambers. I have
something to give to Glorfindel," said the advisor with deliberate
ambiguity.

The comment had intrigued his lover so much that as soon as they
reached the privacy of Erestor's chambers, he enquired what the gift
might be.

"All in good time, my love," replied Erestor as he pulled Glorfindel
close and kissed him until he was breathless. They barely reached
the comfort of the bed before all thought of anything but the need
to become one flew from their minds. The sensuous robes were quickly
discarded in favour of the feel of hands and lips on hot glistening
skin and the coming together of the satiny hardness of their
arousals. Both were so needy that there was little time for gentle
foreplay before Glorfindel, writhing wantonly beneath him, begged
his lover to take him.

"You are mine! I love you!" grunted Erestor as he thrust deeply into
his lover's welcoming warmth, and finally shuddered his release in
the same instant that Glorfindel screamed his own climax.

"I am yours! I love you, Erestor!"

The intensity of their joining, made even more so by the joyous song
that sang through their hearts was so powerful that the lovers fell
into sated reverie even before their heartbeats returned to normal.

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The first rays of dawn were filtering into the chamber when Erestor
awoke, and after gently disentangling himself from the body draped
over him, he kissed his still sleeping lover and moved over to his
dresser to retrieve a velvet pouch from the top drawer.

"Come back to bed, Erestor," begged a soft voice from behind him. He
turned to see Glorfindel now wide awake, propped up on one elbow
with the other hand extended. Erestor moved quickly back to the bed
and settled into his beloved's waiting arms covering the delicious
lips with his own. The kiss was a sweet welcome to the new day, as
was the embrace that at first was merely a touching of bodies, but
soon become gentle, languorous love making, that whilst slow and
loving resulted in a release equally as intense as their fiery
joining.

"We both have duties to perform this morning," said Glorfindel
reluctantly as they lay basking in the aftermath of their passion.
He would much prefer to stay where he was than meet with Elrond as
was expected.

"I know, but Thranduil and Elrond will understand if we are a little
late. The gift I have yet to give you is far more important than
anything else," replied Erestor as he reached for the pouch that had
fallen to the floor and opened it to reveal two identical rings made
of mithril. Interwoven with the silver were strands of ebony and
gold that, Glorfindel was amazed to see were in fact hairs from
their own heads. It was an astounding piece of workmanship, and an
obvious declaration of love from Erestor.

"How long have you had these?" he asked, realising the rings would
have taken some time to make and feeling a warmth fill him as he
also realised that Erestor's feelings of love for him had gone
unspoken for a long time.

"I had these made for us while you were on patrol and was so nervous
about giving one to you that I asked for Thranduil's opinion as soon
as he arrived. I made good use of the hairs that I found caught in
my wardrobe, did I not?" he asked with some amusement

"Very creative, and extremely romantic," agreed Glorfindel as he
pulled Erestor close and kissed the ebony hair that now rested on
his shoulder. "So that is why you disappeared with him that day?"
Erestor nodded lifting his head so that he could watch Glorfindel
closely, trying to gauge his reaction. The beloved blue eyes shone
with an extra brilliance caused by unshed tears, but Erestor was
suddenly uncertain whether it was joy or pain he saw there.

"Do you like them?" he finally found the courage to ask, knowing his
heart would break if Glorfindel rejected the desire for betrothal
implied in the gift of a ring.

"They are exquisite, just as you are, my love, and I hope they mean
what I suspect they do," replied Glorfindel, smiling at the relief
he sensed Erestor was now feeling.

"I love you, Glorfindel, now and forever. Will you bind with me?" he
asked as he held his lover's gaze with eyes filed with hope.

"You are my heart, my soul, my life Erestor. I love you. Ai, I will
bind with you." There was no other reply Glorfindel could make.

With infinite tenderness, and joyful tears, they each slipped a ring
onto the other's finger in an act symbolic of the loving union of
their bodies.

END