The Fire Dance

Authors Note:

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Ertia - Hehehe...glad ya liked the wine...sounds like your having a
gooood time!...:)

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Nikkiling - Let the game begin! And ya, lucky Thran ay?...:)

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The Fire Dance





Ch11





Erestor backed out of his embrace and blinked "Well, let us sit and
talk then".

A sly smile crept over Glorfindels face and before he had a chance to
protest, he found himself flat on his back on the bed with one of his
wrists tied to the post "Glorfindel wh...what are you...release me!"

The seneschal smiled as he grabbed Erestor free and flailing hand
"There are rules to this game my husband, and one is that you need to
be bound" then tied the other to the opposite post.

Erestor began to tremble and choked "Saes Glorfindel...nay".

The golden warrior sat down next to him and then moved closer "This
will not hurt Erestor, trust me".

The advisor frowned as he snarled "Trust you? You have b...bound me to
a bed!"

Glorfindel took a deep breath, then tenderly stroked his jaw "Aye,
trust me. You are actually suppose to be naked my sweet husband, yet
have I made any attempt to remove your sleep pants?"

Erestor slowly shook his head "Nay...but why must I be bound,
this...this frightens me".

Glorfindel sighed and tilted his head "The object of this bonding game,
is for me to ask you a question, and tell you my answer as well. If you
refuse to answer something I ask, I am to tickle you until you
do...thus why you are bound. This game is used only on rare occasions.
Since you are rather skittish, prone to fleeing and quite shy, I
thought that it would be an effective..."

"Tickling?"

Glorfindel smiled at the shy interruption "Aye...tickling".

Erestor turned his head and rolled his eyes "Hmph...well, you can just
release me then, because I will answer your questions and therefore
there will be no tickling, besides...I am Not ticklish".

Glorfindel smirked as he began to lightly trail his fingers over the
dark elfs body. After a few moments, Erestors eyes widened as he
clamped his jaw tight. Noticing this, Glorfindel concentrated just
below the collarbone and slightly toward the shoulder, then smiled and
arched his brow as Erestor yanked hard on his bonds and gasped as his
body jolted "Ahhhaha! Daro! Haaieya daro you Orc humping Troll licking
flee infested son of a warg!!"

Glorfindel sat back, dropped his jaw, then burst into a fit of laughter
"Valar Erestor! No one would believe that that just came out of your
mouth!"

Without truly thinking, the dark advisor drew up his leg, swung it in
front of Glorfindel, then hooked his leg around the blond warriors neck.

Glorfindel grunted as he was forced down and pined by his husbands leg
"Ask your questions and cease the tickling!"

Once released, the seneschal chuckled as he rubbed his neck "That was
impressive my dark husband, you have had warrior training I see".

Erestor licked his lips and shook his head "Nay, not formaly...I only
know some survival moves".

Glorfindel smiled and moved closer "Well, I know where you are ticklish
now, so...what is your favorite color...mine is Blue".

"Burgundy".

Glorfindel smiled and gave him a kiss "What is your favorite food for
morning meal...mine is a cinnamon claw".

Erestor blinked "Ci...cinnamon puff".

Glorfindel tilted his head "Is that the soft bread you pull apart by
the
sections?"

Erestor nodded "Aye, with the cinnamon baked in and then sprinkled on
the top...you call it a claw?"

The seneschal shrugged "Aye, it looks like a warg slashed at
it...alright, next question..."

Erestor blinked "Do...do I not get another kiss? Y...you kissed me
after the color question".

Glorfindels smile was blinding "If you wish for me to kiss you after
each question, who am I to deny my husband".

After giving him a tender kiss, the seneschal sat back "Left or right
side of the bed...I prefer left"

"Right"

*Kiss*

"Do you sleep naked or with clothes...I sleep naked"

Erestor blushed "Naked"

*Kiss*

"What is your preferred drink...I enjoy wine and ale".

"Dwarvin ale"

Glorfindel snorted "Truly? I would never have guessed that!"

*Kiss* *Kiss*

"Have you any siblings? I was an only elfling"

Erestor paused and blinked "A...a sister"

Glorfindel noticed the trepidation. Erestor was finally opening up and
the golden warrior decided that there would always be time to find out
about family later.

*Kiss and lick of the lips*

"Had you always wished to be an advisor...I had to be a warrior, times
were far more...er...unstable back then"

"Aye, I always had a thirst for learning, so it seemed the logical road"

*Kiss, lick, nibble of the bottom lip*

"What do you do for fun, hobbies I mean...I enjoy sculpting and carving"

"I read, and play chess, but other then that I...I uh...I cook"

Glorfindel tilted his head "Cook? Are you any good?"

Erestor blushed "I would say that I am fair, no one has perished from
my cooking"

Glorfindel laughed loudly, then leaned down and placed his lips to
Erestors for his kiss. The advisor lightly purred as his husband tried
to gain access this time, and to his own surprise, he granted it. As
the kiss progressed, Glorfindel reached up, untied his wrists, then
groaned as Erestors arms fell into place around his neck.

When they finally pulled away from each other, Erestor sat up and
licked his lips "I have a question for you now Findel...who taught you
to kiss?"

The seneschal snorted as he shook his head, then looked Erestor in the
eye "Cirdan".

~*~*~

Elrohir quietly waked into the library and smiled when he noticed
Melpomaen and waved.

The young advisor smiled back "Prince Elrohir what a nice surprise how
are you are you alright I heard that you were kissed by lord Cirdan and
that..."

The younger twin cringed and held up his hand.

Mel fell silent immediately, then sighed "Im sorry, I know"

The young advisor then watched as Elrohir began to move his hands.....

"Aye, I know where that book is...and aye, your adar is in one of the
gardens with king Thranduil, they are walking"

Elrohir sighed, then made the motion for the book again and smiled.

"Aye, this way my prince"

Melpomaen inwardly smirked as he took the prince to a very secluded
part of the library. Once there, Elrohir stopped dead when Cirdan
looked up from the book he was reading "Well well, hello there my fair
Elrohir"

The young prince inclined his head, then tilted it.

Cirdan remained still as the younger twin slowly reached out and
touched his chin, then smiled as he chuckled "Oh, I need to shave I
see, the stubble is that noticeable ay?"

Elrohir pulled back yet did not take his confused gaze from his chin as
he nodded.

Cirdan inwardly smirked, then leaned back "You have sat and listened to
Glorfindel and myself in the Hall of fire, so you know I am old"

Elrohir nodded, then blinked when he noticed what the great lord was
reading.

Cirdan looked down at the book and smiled "Aye, tis a book on your hand
speech".

The younger twin noticed a pad of parchment and quill close by, grabbed
them, then began to scribble away.

Cirdan waited patiently, then took the note "Aye, I have grown old
enough to grow facial hair, though I shave it daily, I prefer to be
clean shaven"

*ScribbleScribble*

"Well, you told me to learn your hand speech...so I am"

*ScribbleScribble *

"Nay it does not normally hurt to shave, though you do need a sharp
blade, if it is to dull, you can cut yourself"

*ScribbleScribble*

"Aye, I do enjoy pie"

*ScribbleScribble*

"I would love to join you in the kitchens for some pie. I do not know
your speech yet so you may wish to grab more paper"

Elrohir snorted and did just that.

As they left the library, Melpomaen smirked, went to a totally
different section of the library, grabbed the book the prince had
wanted, then set it out in case he came back for it.

TBC..............................................