Paramour

Leaves crunched loudly beneath his bare feet as Saelbeth ran from the
House of Elrond, having forgotten his boots in the haste to spread the
news he had just received. Sprinting over a fallen tree log, the young
Elf skirted the protruding roots of several trees, fairly leaping over
the thick hedges that edged the healer’s cottage. Out of breath and
certainly less than presentable from dashing through the gardens,
Saelbeth knocked upon the door but did not wait for an invitation before
charging through it, several crisp leaves falling from his thick blond
hair along with various bits of autumn foliage to litter the rug upon
which he stood.

“vel!vel!” the over-exuberant Elf fairly shouted in his sometimes
boisterously bellowing tone.

Ignoring the fact that the young healer was tending to an obviously
startled patient, Saelbeth bounded over the threshold and embraced his
friend in an almost painful squeeze, practically wringing the breath
from his lungs.

“Lord Elrond wishes for me to function as an advisor to his council,
Tinuvel! He says that I have useful skills that even Erestor cannot
master! Can you not see me in the royal robes of an advisor, poncing
about as if I am something important and respected? By the Gods!”
Saelbeth’s laughter rang gaily throughout the small enclosure in very
much the manner of an enthralled Elfling.

Oblivious to all else surrounding them, Saelbeth captured the dark
healer’s lips in an ardently passionate kiss before crushing Tinuvel to
his chest once more, unable to suppress the peals of giddy laughter that
resounded across the room.

Tinuvel was quite taken by Saelbeth’s actions though he had come to
learn that the archer was passionate about everything he set his mind
to. Though his announcement was indeed a surprise, Tinuvel did not find
his appointment as Advisor as unexpected.
The Elf possessed many qualities that would benefit Imladris and he
could think of none more qualified than the one that had not only
captured Elrond attention, but his own.

Pushing aside his professional demeanor, Tinuvel wrapped his arms
tightly about his lover an returned his kiss with equal passion, much to
the wide eyed appreciation of the unsuspecting patient.

" I am happy for you Sael. Elrond could not have made a better choice
in the matter..." The healer released the archer and reached up to tuck
the Elf’s hair behind his ears.

A rather impatient throat clearing and a the waving of a half wrapped
appendage brought Tinuvel's attention back to the injured Elf rather
abruptly and he colored at his obvious lack of decorum.

" One moment ." he apologized and steered the still grinning Saelbeth
towards the door.

" Meleth , " he continued when they were out of earshot. " I am so
thrilled for you. This is indeed an honor and I am sure that you will
utterly reek of importance in your new robes, although. . ." Tinuvel
leaned forward and nipped the archer’s lip with his teeth " I do
think I still prefer you out of them......"

The healer grinned and placed a kiss upon his lover’s mouth.

"We must celebrate.." Tinuvel felt his excitement mounting at the
prospect of Saelbeth in his arms.

Another throat clearing from the other side of the room forced Tinuvel
to swallow down his lust and shoo the still excitable archer form the
room. Despite his lover's new position, he was still just an apprentice
and he needed no one to complain to Elrond about his lack of
professionalism.

* * * * *

Saelbeth was more than elated after leaving Tinuvel to his work, knowing
that soon, he would be within the arms of his lover celebrating in much
preferred manner than waltzing about the Last Homely House by himself
like a giddy Elfling.

Lord Elrond had instructed the archer to seek the company of Glorfindel
for further instructing on just what his new position of sorts
entailed. He would be a different type of Advisor than Erestor, who was
known more for his scholarly abilities and vast knowledge rather than
what uses Saelbeth’s own unique gifts had to offer.

Of course, there was then the problem of actually finding Glorfindel. .
.

Elrond had neglected to say where exactly the golden Lord was. Upon
exiting the house for the second time, Saelbeth managed to catch up with
a serving Elf who informed him that he had seen the Balrog Slayer en
route to the armory, sword in hand.

Perhaps it needed sharpening, Saelbeth surmised as he made his way back
towards the aforementioned room with haste.

The door was ajar slightly and Saelbeth did not bother to knock, seeing
as how Glorfindel was clearly inside if were open. Nudging the door
with his foot, he stepped inside and was shocked into gasping silence at
what he saw.

Lord Glorfindel had pinned on of the sons of Elrond against the wall. .
.and was quite busily pawing about the youngling’s breeches while
thoroughly kissing him in the process. The low moan from the other’s
lips signaled to Saelbeth that it was Elrohir that Glorfindel sought to
seduce so lasciviously in the open light of day. And Elrohir was
apparently enjoying it. Very much. . .

Glorfindel was lost against the press of young Lord's lips to his.
Elrohir’s eager mouth had won over his pitiful pretense of reluctance,
quickly shattering any feigned resistance that he might have tried to
conjure in the name of propriety. Curiously demanding kisses drew his
body close to youngling as passion driven fingers tangled themselves
hopelessly in his pale hair. Small breathless moans hummed against the
golden Lord's mouth as Elrond's youngest son yielded to his returned
ardor allowing practiced hands to skim along the slender planes of
trembling heated flesh without contention.

Glorfindel’s aroused state lent a nimbleness to his fingers as they
quickly loosened the lacings of the youngling's breeches, a low growling
moan his reward, as cooler air teased at Elrohir’s growing need.

Returning the sentiment, the seneschal resumed his exploration of the
Lord's lithe form, dangerously oblivious to anything but the pounding of
their hearts as desire began to drown out reason. Suddenly Elrohir
stiffened in his arms, and though reluctant
Glorfindel pulled back slightly and raised his eyes to comfort those of
his young lover.

"Glorfindel..." Elrohir breathed into his ear, the wisps of feathered
air tickling his neck.

" Aye..." returned the golden Lord, practically melting from youth's
sultry delectation.

"We have company.." came the curt reply as the young Peredhil struggled
to relace his attire.

Glorfindel's passion turned quickly to annoyance as he turned to block
Elly from the view of whomever would dare to intrude upon his private
affairs. He had quite expected to find a skulking sooty smithy's
apprentice or a red faced soldier hovering near the door
and was well prepared to shame whomever into silence, but he was not
prepared for the rather smirking countenance of Elrond's newest, and
most exasperating, of advisors.

"What do you want," snapped Glorfindel, his unease surfacing as an angry
challenge. Behind him, Elrohir shifted nervously against the wall,
fueling the golden Lords' irritation with the advisor further.

" Speak!"

“Lord Elrond sent me to find you so that you might enlighten me further
as to this new position I have assumed. Although. . .” Saelbeth’s gaze
roamed teasingly over the flustered Elf. “I can see that you are quite
busy finding enlightened positions of your own.”

Instantly he regretted having made the comment, for Glorfindel looked as
if his sense of humor was quite forgone, but it was too late to take
back what had spoken.

“Perhaps I shall seek your counsel at a later time,” the young Advisor
said.

Glorfindel felt the color rise in his face at the pretentious Elf's
comments. It was just as he had warned Elrond when the Elven Lord had
first spoken of Saelbeth’s promotion.
This elf spoke too freely his emotions, and clearly did not think before
opening his mouth. This coul a v a very undesirable and dangerous
quality in an advisor.

A light hand upon Glorfindel’s back reminded him that he was not alone
in his discomfort with the situation and that he had best not allow his
anger to cause them both any more embarrassment.

" I think that to be a wise choice, Advisor...." replied the Golden
Lord, stressing the Elf's new title with just enough sharpness that
left no doubt to his irritation.

“Very well,” said the younger Elf. “I shall tell Lord Elrond that you
were. . .otherwise occupied. Perhaps he is not so remiss in his duties
and will be willing to instruct me.”

With that sentiment, Saelbeth turned on his heel and trotted away,
leaving Glorfindel to his afternoon seduction.

Glorfindel watched as the Elf departed, his tongue stinging with
unspoken remarks. Slender arms encircled his waist and he fought down
the urge to push them away knowing Elrohir was not to blame for his
bitter gall.

A clever mouth tugged upon the lobe of his ear drawing a shiver from
his rigid body and with a rush of shuddering air he leaned back against
the youngling, succumbing to his youthful charms. All the anger seemed
to dissipate with the soft stroke of Elrohir’s fingers upon his skin,
but even as he turned within the Elf's embrace and claimed his lips
again, an irksome thought still swirled about his head, nagging at his
conscience.

What else would Saelbeth tell Lord Elrond…..?