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Elrond and almost all the people from his household stood in the courtyard. Mirkwood’s King would arrive soon to negotiate for a possible alliance with Imladris. Elrond was unusually nervous. It was extremely important that all would go smoothly. Arda was changing quickly and the Elven-realms that still remained were independant from each other. Imladris’ and Lorien’s relations had been strong for a long time, thanks for Elrond’s and Celebrían’s marriage but Mirkwood was a completely different matter. Mirkwood had always been strange place and rather stayed away from close relations. Elrond didn’t know the King. It was said that King Thranduil was stern and unpredictable, but also completely devoted for his people.

Erestor watched carefully the slowly nearing escort. He was nervous but tried to hide it. He had to fulfill his new duties. He had long time ago learned how to manage as Chief Councilor and with that position he was completely comfortable, but now… he was also Elrond’s bonded mate, and that was completely different matter.

Glorfindel stood behind Elrond and Erestor, unsure of what awaited them . His King Turgon had always delegated traveling to a trusted vassal. In later times all communication with other realms had ceased. Gondolin’s safety depended on its secrecy, not alliances. That’s why these negotiations were something unprecedented to Glorfindel.

He watched the nearing escort with interest and specifically the blond elf that led them. His heart started to race when the escort made its way closer and he saw the leader properly. Was the leader the King himself? Glorfindel had never seen anyone so alluring.

Finally, the courtyard was full of horses and elves and the King and his escort dismounted. Elrond and the others waited until Elrohir took his horse and he came closer.

Glorfindel tried desperately not to stare at the King, who indeed was temptation itself. He had long, silvery hair… and the most attractive eyes Glorfindel had ever seen. The King was absolutely striking; perfect combination of beauty and power.

“Welcome to Imladris, My Lord. I hope that your staying will be pleasant.” Elrond said warmly.

“Thank you, Lord Elrond. I believe that I will enjoy my staying here. I can see that Imladris is very beautiful and peaceful place.” Thranduil smiled tentatively. He had also noticed the tall, golden-haired elf behind Elrond. Oh aye…he was sure that this visit would be very interesting!

Elrond introduced Erestor and Glorfindel to the King and then escorted his royal visitor to the guest-rooms. Erestor went back to his study, accompanied by Glorfindel.

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“I must admit that I was nervous, but he seems quite attractive.” Erestor sighed, sitting in his chair.

“Attractive… aye…” Glorfindel murmured himself. He was completely bewitched. Those eyes…how they seemed to shine for him and him only… like vivid green and silvery flame. How his pink lips had curved into smile,how he wanted to know if they were as soft and kissable as they seemed. Glorfindel was suddenly aching hard.

“Glorfindel? Is something in amiss, meldir? You seem quite…distracted.” Erestor said finally, when Glorfindel didn’t answer to him. He was taken aback, seeing Glorfindel flinch.

Glorfindel rose so quickly that he dumped his chair.

“I… everything is fine. I just remembered that I have forgotten something. I must go to the barracks.” He stuttered and left before Erestor could ask him anything more. His insides were in complete turmoil. How in Arda would he be able to meet the King again if he wanted him like this?

“What! Where did that come from? Have you lost the rest of your wits, Glorfindel? I can’t feel like this! This is wrong.” Glorfindel quickly reminded himself. This is not possible. How he could feel anything like this when his beloved was dead?

“I can’t! I can’t love anybody else, never!”

He flinched when he noticed how empty those words felt. He realized that somehow, someway he had lost the control of his own life.

“What in the Valar’s name is happening to me?”

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“You have been unusually pensive. Would you tell me what bothers you, meleth nín?” Elrond asked, when they started to change for tonight’s welcoming celebration.

“Everything is fine… I just wonder… I am worried about Glorfindel. He was quite weird today when you were escorting the King.”

“What do you mean? Weird… can you tell me, in what way?”

“We were in my study and…he was like a sleepwalker. He didn’t answer when I talked to him, I doubt he heard me at all. Then suddenly, he jumped up and almost ran out of my study like he had pack of orcs behind him or something.”

“That really doesn’t sound Glorfindel’s usual behavior. Maybe he is jumpy because of the King’s arrival.” Elrond suggested, frowning. The Golden Lord was always calm and friendly to everyone. Glorfindel’s odd behavior alarmed Elrond. He also worried about the negotiations. If the King was the cause of Glorfindel’s distress, how that would affect to them?

“Maybe this is only a passing. King Thranduil seemed quite fond of him, you know. Actually, on our way to his rooms, he wanted to know all of Glorfindel.” Elrond continued thoughtfully. He had been relieved after noticing the King was quite easy-going and willing to create closer relations with Imladris. He had also congratulated Elrond for his happiness in his new marriage. Actually, Elrond was sure that King understood him, for he too had been bound in loveless marriage and their wives had both traveled to Aman, after a serious injury. Thranduil had seemed almost envious when Elrond finally have been able to bind because of love.

“I hope you are right.” Erestor sighed. He went to the wardrobe and started to pick robes for the evening, but found himself suddenly in Elrond’s arms. In a naked and very aroused Elrond’s arms.

“Do you really think that you can undress like that in front of me without consequences?” Elrond purred in Erestor’s ear, letting his hands slip upon his bare buttocks. Erestor moaned and leaned against Elrond like a lifeline. His knees felt too weak to stand at the moment.

“Ai… Elrond! We… don’t have time for this…” he breathed, but couldn’t resist when Elrond carried him in bed. Erestor pulled his hervenn into passionate kiss and moaned, feeling the strong body pinning him against the mattress.

“I never am too busy to make love to my beautiful hervenn, you know. The King can wait few more moments.” Elrond said softly.

“What you are waiting for then? Take me, saes!”

And Elrond did.

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Thranduil was content with Elrond’s lingering. He smiled, knowing full well, what or rather who kept Elrond. Actually, if he had had such a delicious hervenn, he too would rather be in bed with him, than in boring, formal celebrations. Elrond was a lucky fellow indeed!

The King settled in his bed, sighing longingly. This little break from his duties was surely the last of the whole evening, and he needed to think about this situation in peace before he would go to celebration.

Glorfindel… the great Balrog- slayer. Thranduil had recognized him immediately and he had struggled hard too not let his surprise to show. Glorfindel O’ Gondolin had been his childhood hero and he still had Glorfindel’s portrait somewhere stored among his other toys. He smiled at his memories and at the fact that Glorfindel was just as he was in his many dreams… and still was.

Oh aye…the golden locks and azure eyes were the same, but completely new to him was Glorfindel’s strong body and Thranduil’s hands itched, with longing, to caress and smooth it. His striking smile that made his knees weaken. How he wanted to hear that soft, lightly husky voice whisper in his ears…to moan and beg him.

It had been a very long time since Thranduil had wanted someone this much. Actually, had he ever wanted anyone as much as Glorfindel?

“What in the Valar’s name is happening to me?”