Title: "Huh?"
Author: TICS
Rated: NC17
Genre: AU, Slash, Humor
Summary: Erestor deals with his rising feelings for Glorfindel. Rising.get it? Snort.
Written in response to the March Challenge on the Imladris/Slash Group - An
embarrassing situation/discovery (humor-based).



"Great Eru.there he is.wearing those white leggings that showcase his rear.
Gads, and what a rear it is! What a front!" Erestor thought as he swallowed hard,
flicking his eyes toward the platinum blonde Elf who had just entered the dining hall.
"Doesn't he know that those leggings leave absolutely nothing to the imagination? He
MUST stuff his crotch.no one is that well-endowed!"

"Are you going to eat that, or are you hoping that it will jump from your fork into your
mouth?" Elrond asked, raising a brow at his Advisor.

Erestor looked at his fork, which he held suspended in space in front of his face. He
knew he was blushing and nonchalantly tilted his head so that his thick sheaf of
pitch-black hair swung over his face and neck, hopefully hiding it from Elrond's view.
Sliding the morsel between his lips, he deigned not to answer instead trying to
concentrate on his dinner. Before long, however, his jet eyes flicked toward the
Slayer again, who had stopped to exchange a word with Elladan and Elrohir.

"Must he insist on wearing that shirt, as well? It's a wonder he doesn't catch a
draft.doesn't anyone dress for dinner anymore?" Erestor thought, idly chewing his
food. Trying not to obvious, he allowed his eyes to linger a moment on the smooth
white skin of Glorfindel's chest, glimpsed through the open neckline of the billowing
black silk shirt he wore.

Glorfindel chose that moment to lean over the twins reaching for a handful of berries
in a bowl on the table before them. His movement allowed his shirt to gape open a
bit, affording Erestor a wonderful view of his rosy right nipple.

"Erestor! Are you all right?" Elrond cried, pounding the choking Advisor on the back.

"Cough. Yes, Elrond, I'm fine. Cough." Erestor waved away Elrond's concern.
"Swallowed the wrong way, that's all."

When Elrond had convinced himself that his Chief Advisor was not about to keel over
at the dinner table, he returned attention to his own meal, leaving Erestor to sneak
another glance at Glorfindel.

"Sweet Elbereth, he's coming over here.I hate when he tries to talk to me.my
tongue always disappears inside my mouth and dries up like a piece of old leather!
All that I can manage to say is, "huh?" It's so embarrassing!" Erestor thought, his
heart beginning to beat double time within his chest. He could speak coherently and
intelligently before entire groups of dignitaries, but couldn't manage a simple "good
day," or "fine weather," to the Slayer.

"Erestor.Elrond," Glorfindel said, greeting both Elves. "Fine evening, isn't it?"

"Aye, Glorfindel.fine indeed," Elrond replied, helping himself to a second portion of
lamb.

"Huh?" Erestor replied, wincing even as the word came out of his mouth.

"I said, 'fine evening," Glorfindel repeated a bit louder, tilting his golden head at the
dark Elf.

Erestor simply nodded, not trusting his traitorous tongue to say anything else. He
shoved an extra large forkful of potatoes into his mouth, his cheeks puffing out like a
chipmunk. His eyes suddenly found the small pile of peas and carrots on his plate
to be extraordinarily interesting, his fork separating the green from the orange.

"Erestor.are you all right?" Glorfindel asked, not quite sure of what to make of the
Advisor's behavior. Glorfindel always tried to be pleasant with the Elf, but never
received more than a one word answer to anything he said.usually just a "huh?"
Glorfindel sometimes wondered if something might be wrong with Erestor's hearing.

Nodding without speaking, still trying to chew and swallow the huge amount of
potatoes that filled his mouth, Erestor kept his eyes downcast, but couldn't stop a
blush from creeping up his neck.

Shrugging, Glorfindel bent over Erestor's shoulder to reach for a tartlet, his groin
brushing against the Advisor's back in the process.

"Phftth!" Potatoes erupted from Erestor's mouth, spraying the table, the tartlet, and
Glorfindel's hand.

"Great Eru, Erestor! Are you unwell? You've been acting quite peculiar all
evening.and now you've taken to spewing food across the table!" Elrond cried,
brushing a few specks of potato from the sleeve of his robe.

"I'm.oh, dear.I'm so sorry.I.I'm not feeling very well." Erestor mumbled,
jumping up from his seat. Knocking over a goblet of wine in the process, he also
managed to stomp on Glorfindel's foot in his haste.

"Ouch!" Glorfindel grunted, reaching one hand to Erestor's shoulder to balance
himself as he held his offended foot in the air. Erestor gasped, pulling away as if
Glorfindel's hand was aflame.

Erestor's face was nearly fuschia, his embarrassment more acute than any he had
ever felt before. Without another word, he turned and fled the dining hall, leaving
Glorfindel to stare after him, slowly wiping the half-masticated potatoes from his
hand.


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"Stupid, stupid stupid!" Erestor berated himself, each word accompanied by a hard
slap of the heel of his hand against his forehead. "Not only do I manage to sound
like a dimwitted moron, I also manage to vomit all over him! And as if that wasn't bad
enough, I try to break his toes with my clumsiness! ARGH!"

He sat down on his bed, covering his face with both hands. "What is wrong with me?
What is it about him that drives me to behave like a witless elfling? Just because
he's the most lovely creature I've ever laid eyes on.just because he has a body like
no other that has ever before walked Arda? Just because his eyes are that
unbelievably brilliant shade of turquoise, his skin that unflawed, creamy, silky white,
his lips so full and.and.damn it! There goes my Elfhood again!"

Erestor squeezed his knees together, wincing at the discomfort of his erection as it
strained against the fabric of his leggings. "I cannot go on like this.oh, why did he
have to come to Imladris in the first place? I was happy here.meddling in matters of
state with Elrond, helping him raise the twins and Arwen after Celebrian sailed,
engaging in a quick slam-bam-thank-you-elf encounter when the need arose.no
strings, no attachments, no spewing of food at the dinner table.

He rose from the bed, adjusting himself so that his Elfhood lay straight up against his
belly in what he hoped was a less conspicuous, and more comfortable, position. It
was of no use, for his straining erection rubbed irritatingly against the fabric. Kicking
off his boots, removing his leggings, he steadfastly resisted the urge to take himself
in hand, unwilling to give in to the betrayal of his body at his thoughts of the Slayer.
Walking out onto his balcony, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the
balustrade. His eyes rested on the gardens below, but his mind's eye still saw the
golden Slayer.

A knock at his chamber door startled him. He sighed, thinking that it was most
likely Elrond, come to ascertain whether Erestor had managed to choke to death on
his own saliva. Holding his robes closed, Erestor walked to the door and opened it.

Glorfindel stood on the other side, smiling and holding a platter of fruit, desserts, and
two goblets of wine. "I was wondering if you might be feeling better now,
Erestor.thought you might be hungry since you didn't manage to eat much at
dinner."

"Huh?"

"You say that a lot, don't you? You might try saying, "Why, thank you so much for
your thoughtfulness, Glorfindel. Please come in and join me."

"Huh?"

Smirking, the Slayer pushed past the slack-jawed Advisor, striding into Erestor's
room with his proffered platter. Setting it on the small table that stood near the open
balcony doors, he pulled up two chairs and parked himself in one, before looking at
Erestor expectantly.

Slowly, feeling as though he were moving through water, Erestor walked to the table
and sat in the other chair. His ebony eyes were wide, his mouth still hanging open,
unable to believe that the Balrog Slayer was sitting in his bedchambers, stuffing a
strawberry into his mouth.

"Try the peaches, Erestor - they're particularly sweet tonight," Glorfindel said, picking
up a dripping wedge of fruit and sliding it into Erestor's open mouth.

Automatically, Erestor's lips closed over the fruit, catching the tips of Glorfindel's
fingers as well. His eyes widened as Glorfindel left his fingers between Erestor's lips
for a heartbeat, before sliding them out and sticking them in his own mouth.

"Very sweet, indeed," Glorfindel said softly, a small smile turning up the corners of
his mouth.

Somehow, Erestor managed to swallow the piece of peach without choking. Unable
to tear his eyes away from glowing countenance of the Slayer, he murmured, "I threw
up on you."

"Not the worst that's ever happened to me - you should have seen what the Balrog
spewed on me. Think nothing of it," Glorfindel replied, picking up a cherry tartlet. He
snapped the cake in two, placing half in his own mouth and reaching to feed the
other half to Erestor. "Open up, Erestor," he said, holding the half a cherry tartlet in
front of Erestor's cupid lips. Obediently, Erestor opened his mouth, allowing
Glorfindel to place the dessert on his tongue. With one finger Glorfindel closed
Erestor's mouth, since Erestor didn't seem inclined to do it himself.

Looking about the room, Glorfindel commented on the décor, noting the rich dark
woods and glowing brass accents of the furniture. He continued to make small talk,
all the while feeding Erestor bits and pieces of fruit and cakes, as if it were the most
natural of behaviors for him.

Erestor, for his part, refused to believe that any of it was real. He had nearly
convinced himself that it was a dream.a wonderful, heady, erotic dream, but a
dream nonetheless. He watched Glorfindel pick up a goblet brimming with a rich, red
wine, sipping at it.

"Do you not like the wine, Erestor?" Glorfindel asked, nodding toward Erestor's
untouched goblet. Erestor nodded mutely, but made no move to reach for the mug.

Sighing, Glorfindel lifted his own goblet to Erestor's lips. Erestor managed to take a
sip, although a single red drop clung to the corner of his mouth.

Smiling softly, Glorfindel bent forward over the small table, touching his lips to the
corner of Erestor's mouth, erasing that small, single drop of wine. Pulling back, he
eyed the Advisor, noting the look of shock and surprise in his dark eyes. "Have I
overstepped, Erestor?" Glorfindel asked, standing up and walking to look down at the
other Elf.

"A dream.this is a dream, isn't it?" Erestor managed to whisper, looking up at the
golden warrior.

Gently, Glorfindel pulled Erestor to his feet, cupping the Advisor's chin with his hand.
"No, Erestor.this is not a dream. I am here, and I want you.want you so badly
that my entire body is trembling." He took hold of Erestor's hand and placed it on his
chest, under the loose black silk fabric of his shirt. "Feel my heart, Erestor? It is
beating so wildly that the sound of it is echoing in my ears. Since I first arrived in
Imladris, it was you who caught my eye.the slender, dark, beautiful Elf who moved
with such grace through the halls. I kept trying to strike up a conversation with you,
but you never said more than a word to me at one time." Brushing back Erestor's
long jet locks from his face, Glorfindel leaned his forehead against Erestor's. "It was
only tonight, after.the incident.that I realized that you are shy, Erestor." He pulled
back, looking Erestor in the eye, his own expression hopeful. "Do you want me,
Erestor?"

"Huh?"

Glorfindel laughed, suddenly sweeping Erestor into his arms, holding him close.
Erestor's arms slid around the Slayer's waist, as he buried his face in Glorfindel's
neck. Somehow, suddenly, Erestor felt his tongue come alive in his mouth, and he
found himself able to speak. "Yes.oh, yes, Glorfindel! I do want you.I have wanted
you since you first came to Imladris. I have watched you always, trying not to be
obvious about it, because I would never have believed that someone like you would
look twice at someone like me."

"Why you CAN speak!" Glorfindel chuckled, squeezing Erestor tighter. "I thought for
a while that you had been born mute!"

Erestor snorted, his lips moving against the skin of Glorfindel's throat. "No.just
tongue-tied as an Elfling."

"I hope you will not be any longer, Erestor.I like the sound of your voice.and the
feel of you in my arms," Glorfindel replied, his voice dropping an octave. "The
question is not why an Elf like me should want you, but why an Elf as beautiful and
enchanting as you would want an old used-up warrior like me." Loosening his hold on
the ebony haired Elf, he gazed longingly at Erestor's face before dipping his own and
claiming Erestor's lips in a soft kiss that quickly deepened.

Moaning into Glorfindel's mouth, the past months of repression dissipating like so
much smoke on the wind, Erestor threaded his fingers through the soft golden
tresses he had admired for so long, pulling the Slayer closer still. He felt Glorfindel's
fingers slide his robe from his shoulders, felt it puddle on the floor at his feet. Warm
and strong, yet with a gentle, almost reverent touch, Glorfindel slid his hands down
Erestor's well-muscled back to cup his firm, softly rounded cheeks in his palms even
as his mouth moved lower to tease at the delicate flesh of Erestor's throat.

Desire boiling up within him, Erestor's hands left Glorfindel's hair, pulling anxiously at
the black silk barrier that remained between them and the Slayer's finely chiseled
chest. The barrier gone, joining Erestor's robe on the floor, his fingers slid along
Glorfindel's broad shoulders, making their way slowly down his chest, brushing lightly
over those same rose-colored nipples the sight of which had caused Erestor to choke
at the dinner table. He choked no longer, rather, he bent to suckle them gently, one
then the other, laving them into hard nubs under his tongue.

Groaning at the feel of Erestor's warm, wet tongue at his chest, and the heat of
Erestor's erection through the fabric of his own leggings, Glorfindel reached the limits
of his patience. Scooping the dark haired Elf up into his arms, he carried him to lay
him gently on the bed. Standing back, Glorfindel made short work of his boots and
leggings, his eyes never leaving Erestor's face as the dusky Elf watched him through
hooded, desire-filled eyes.

Erestor allowed his eyes the luxury to freely, slowly, traverse the planes and valleys
of Glorfindel's glorious form, a delicious, erotic experience in and of itself after so
many months of stolen glances, wryly noting to himself that the Slayer most
definitely did NOT stuff his crotch.

His sight lingered over Glorfindel's impressive erection, rising tall and thick from its
nest of golden curls. Unable to contain himself any longer, Erestor sat up on the
bed, putting himself at eye level with the Slayer's pulsing member.

Glorfindel's breath caught in his throat at the sight and feel of Erestor's soft pink
tongue darting out to flick lightly at the head of his erection. It was all he could do to
keep from grabbing the Advisor's head and ramming himself into that sweet, hot
mouth. He wondered how long his self-control would last before he would have no
choice but to throw the darker Elf backward on the bed and ravish him.

Erestor answered Glorfindel's question by suddenly attacking his Elfhood with a
vengeance, taking his dripping shaft deeply into his mouth, creating a suction that
nearly undid Glorfindel then and there. A few more moments of that, coupled with
the fingers of Erestor's right hand wrapped around his length, and the fingers of his
left cupping Glorfindel's swollen sac, and the decision was made for him.

Pushing Erestor backward on the bed, Glorfindel pushed the Advisor's knees apart
and upward toward his chest, exposing Erestor's puckered entry to his questing
eyes. The thought flitted through Glorfindel's mind that the sweet Advisor's entry was
the same color as the peaches he had brought Erestor for dessert, giving him an
idea. Impulsively, ignoring Erestor's moan of protest, Glorfindel left his lover's side for
a moment. Before Erestor could wonder where the golden Slayer had gone, leaving
him spread open to the wind, Glorfindel was back, kneeling on the floor at the side of
the bed.

Erestor jumped as the cold thick juice of the peaches slid down over his sac,
dripping between his cheeks. His eyes widened as Glorfindel's tongue followed the
sticky path, lapping up each drop, a deep purr in his throat. Spreading Erestor's
cheeks further with his strong fingers, Glorfindel's tongue circled Erestor's entry,
lightly flicking the ring of muscle, causing the Advisor to squirm on the mattress.

Sweat beaded Erestor's brow as Glorfindel's talented tongue nearly drove him
senseless with desire. When Glorfindel slipped a finger past the ring of muscle,
breaching him, Erestor wondered if he might very well lose his mind. By the time the
Slayer was thrusting three fingers slowly in and out of Erestor's body, the Advisor
was certain of it. Begging the Slayer, pleading with him, fisting that glorious golden
hair in his fists, Erestor implored Glorfindel to end his torment.

His own turquoise eyes darkened with lust, Glorfindel assented to Erestor's
entreaties, rising to kneel on the bed. Slipping his hands under Erestor's firm
backside, he tilted the Elf's pelvis upward, positioning his organ at the Advisor's
quivering entry. Slowly, not wanting to hurt the lovely dark-haired Elf that trembled
beneath him, Glorfindel pushed past the tightly muscled entrance, entering Erestor's
body in a smooth motion, groaning as the Advisor's tight silken channel enveloped
him. Glorfindel wrapped his fist around the Advisor's dripping shaft, slowly stroking
him, watching with pleasure as Erestor bit his lower lip in pleasure. Pausing, he
thought to wait to give Erestor time to adjust to his girth, not wishing to cause more
discomfort than necessary. His wait was short lived as Erestor began to move upon
the mattress, using his knees against Glorfindel's chest as leverage, thrusting
against the hard organ that filled him.

Moaning with pleasure at not only Erestor's heat and sweet tightness, but at his
wanton behavior, Glorfindel picked up the pace, pumping himself in and out of the
Advisor's tight channel, feeling his release boiling up within himself. His fist pumped
Erestor's shaft in time to his thrusts, wanting to bring the Advisor his pleasure along
with his own, gritting his teeth, trying to hold back his climax.

"Glorfindel!" Erestor called, his eyes rolling back into his head, his back arching from
the mattress as he came, his seed spurting thick and hot over Glorfindel's fist.

His name on the Advisor's lips as he came undid Glorfindel, the Slayer voicing a
strangled groan as he emptied his own seed deep within Erestor's body. Collapsing
on top of the limp Elf, he murmured what he hoped were sweet endearments, but
more likely - considering his current state - were mere nonsensical noises of
contentment.

Erestor managed to find the strength to wrap his arms around Glorfindel's back,
holding him close. Realizing that he was most likely crushing the object of his
desire, Glorfindel rolled to one side, one arm thrown over Erestor's taut belly, still
panting from his exertions.

"Beautiful Slayer.so beautiful," Erestor whispered, gently touching Glorfindel's
cheek with his fingertips. "Thank you for the dessert."

Glorfindel's eyes widened in surprise at the Advisor's cheekiness, a side him he had
not yet seen. Smiling, he leaned forward, brushing his lips softly against Erestor's.
"I hope this means you'll now be able to hold a conversation with me that consists of
more than one word answers, my dear Advisor," he jested, laying his golden head
down on the mattress next to the Advisor's.

"I fear not, my dear Slayer. It will be too difficult to hold an intelligent conversation
whilst I have you bent over the dinner table, pounding you senseless," Erestor
answered seriously, causing Glorfindel's eyebrows to shoot up.

"Saucy minx!" Glorfindel laughed, smacking Erestor's belly playfully.

"What? Do I sound as though I am joking?" Erestor answered, a small smile belying
his good humor.

"Don't you think Elrond might become a bit upset if his Chief Advisor insisted on
having his way with me at the dinner table?"

"Better that than his Chief Advisor spewing potatoes all over everything and
everyone," Erestor replied, his grin widening.

"I believe I liked you better when all you could say was "huh?" Glorfindel joked,
grinning back at the darker Elf.

"Oh? Is that so?" Erestor answered. He shifted his position, lowering himself so that
his lips could reach Glorfindel's softened member. Within a few heartbeats, they had
the Slayer's organ rising again.

"You were saying?" Erestor murmured over Glorfindel's groin.

"Huh?"

"I believe you were saying something about my lack of linguistic skills."

"Huh?"

Erestor chuckled, returning to the task he had set for himself.

It was a long time before Glorfindel could manage to say anything that even
resembled a coherent thought.

The End.