Unattainable

Part 3….

Erestor stumbled along behind Glorfindel, vainly attempting to employ the renowned elven grace that the Valar had gifted him with, but finding it to be a rather difficult endeavor considering he was wearing long ceremonial robes and Glorfindel was careening through the gardens at speeds definitely designed to make him fall flat on his face. Just as he was about to raise his voice to complain about being dragged about like one of Arwens’ favorite blankets, Glorfindel came to a sudden stop, causing Erestor to crash into his solid body with a slight “mph”.

Removing his body from its current position of being plastered against Glorfindel’s back Erestor brushed his hair back from his face with his free hand, as Glorfindel had yet to release the other, and contemplated his companion. Glorfindel appeared to be quite satisfied with something or other, if his smirk was any indication, and after glancing back towards the house, which was hidden behind a row of trees, he focused his attention on Erest
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Pulling his hand out of Glorfindel’s grasp Erestor proceeded to cross his arms over his chest and fixed the golden warrior with a slightly irritated stare.

“May I inquire as to what this is all about, Glorfindel? Not that I’m ungrateful at being rescued from the irksome King of Mirkwood, but I do take exception to…”

“Rescued?” Glorfindel’s smirk grew slightly wider, his eyes glittering in the dark. “You know Erestor for someone who has just been ‘rescued’ as you so aptly put it, you could show a little more appreciation”. Glorfindel said in a low husky voice, ending his sentence with a slight purr, effectively interrupting Erestor’s tirade before he could really get started.

Erestor blinked twice. Did Glorfindel just purr at him? As in… purr? Narrowing his eyes, Erestor studied Glorfindel in the dark. He noticed the way his striking blonde hair seemed to take on a luminescent quality in the moonlight. He noticed the way his lips curled up in that overly arrogant smirk that grated on his nerves. Noticed how his tongue came out to lick his bottom lip. He noticed the bewitching scent of smoke and something else that was uniquely Glorfindel that somehow put him in mind of pineapples. He noticed the flaring of nostrils, the parting of lips, and the subtle movements closer, the…. Oh my. Erestor’s keen observations tumbled to a grinding halt as Glorfindel kissed him. A sweet insistent kiss the left him breathless, the taste of spiced wine and, was that licorice, in his mouth. And just when had he started participating in this kiss? When had his hands tangled in Glorfindel’s hair? And when had Glorfindel started to grope his butt?!

Glorfindel heart fluttered madly and he released a sigh into the warm willing mouth belonging to the sweet advisor in his arms. Really, that hadn’t been as difficult as he had anticipated. All that angst and worry over how to approach Erestor was for naught. Being a warrior had its perks; you saw what you wanted and staked a claim, not difficult at all. Feeling daring and encouraged by Erestor’s enthusiastic response, he allowed his hands to wander downwards, at last resting on the delectable curve of his backside, marveling that it was indeed as shapely as he had hoped. Pulling back to gaze deeply into the succulent advisor’s eyes, Glorfindel allowed himself a small, slightly victorious chuckle. Bestowing a generous squeeze to the round rump still within his grasp, Glorfindel allowed a cheshire cat like grin to grace his face. So it was with quite a shock when he found him self flat on his back on the ground, cheek throbbing from a well place punch and an enraged elf fuming above him.

“How dare you!” Erestor’s voice came out in a soft hiss, underlined with fury and hurt. “I…” swallowing the lump in his throat Erestor made a valiant attempt to control his raging emotions. “Of all the current guests and residents of Imladris, you are the last one I would have expected to be brazen enough to…” pausing to draw a deep steadying breath, he continued. “I would have thought you valued our friendship and working relationship more than some petty need to win some ridiculous wager”. And with that said, Erestor turned on hee heel, dark eyes glittering with tears, black hair flying, and swiftly marched back towards the last homely house, leaving a stunned and bewildered Glorfindel sitting on the damp ground, alone with his jumbled thoughts and a bruised cheek.

TBC...