Isolation

Part 3…

Erestor allowed Glorfindel to guide them through the dense woods, as they moved deeper into the wilderness and subsequently farther and farther away from Imladris. Trusting Glorfindel to lead the way and select a suitable location to camp, Erestor allowed himself to relax and admire the surrounding forest, listening to the whisper of the wind and trees, truly realizing how much he had missed this aspect of his life. He did not regret his choice to embark upon the life of being scholar, leaving the lifestyle of warrior and hunter behind, but he did miss spending his days surrounded by the earth and forest, water and air. It was refreshing to be away from the books and scrolls he was so often immersed in. The gardens and nearby forests at Imladris lacked something, something that this forest had, something that spoke to him, something elemental that he was unable to name nor place. Deciding that it did not need a label he simply allowed himself to enjoy it, finding himself grateful to Elrond for his idea, if only because it permitted him to escape his desk and duties for a short while. Why, even Glorfindels presence couldn’t diminish his current satisfaction and euphoria. Forcing himself not to dwell on the unpleasant aspects of his relationship with the blond Erestor accepted the comforts and applied himself to delighting in the re-awakening feelings that flooded his heart and soul.
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Elrond watch Glorfindel and Erestor ride away before proceeding to the library where certain documents awaited which required his attention. All last night he had worried that he had over reacted to the entire situation, Glorfindel and Erestor had been engaging in their childish antics for ages now, ever since Glorfindel had joined his household actually, and it had never irritated him to such extents before. True he had lost his temper numerous times prior to this latest blowup, but for some reason he was even less inclined to tolerate any deviant behavior lately, and not just from Glorfindel and Erestor, it seemed everyone was intent on getting on his nerves.

Settling himself behind Erestors desk he reflected on his recent behavior; he had been less than tolerant in general these past few weeks. Realizing he could do nothing about the past he called a halt to his ponderings and concentrated on the first order of business, a lengthy report on this seasons harvest and food supplies. As the day wore on he steadily worked through document after document, reading reports and letters alike. His solitude was only interrupted twice, once when Lindir entered the library to work on some minor correspondences that Erestor had assigned him and later when a servant brought a light lunch.

It was late afternoon before Elrond decided that enough work had been accomplished for the day, and laying aside the latest paper he had been studying he glanced out the large window, noting the lazy descent of the sun across the sky and wondered how Erestor and Glorfindel were faring and if either had submitted to violence yet.

Letting his gaze wander from the dimming sky he let it rest on the slender form of Lindir, tted ted minstrel and, as of late, scribe and assistant advisor to Erestor. Feeling that Erestor had far too many tasks for one elf to accomplish Elrond had insisted he select someone to assist him. He had chosen Lindir as the minstrel had wanted something with which to fill his mornings and early afternoons, but still leave the late afternoon and evenings free to compose, practice and perform his songs. Lindir had proved himself more than capable of his new position and Elrond had even borrowed him from time to time to write a few of his own correspondences. Letting his gaze roam he took in the straight posture and delicate hands, with their long elegant fingers, as the minstrel worked. The quill caressed the stationary with a flowing grace, sweeping and stroking the parchment, interrupted by tiny flicks and dabs that brought to mind an image of the minstrel doing a different from of stroking, sweeping, flicking and dabbing with his elegant hands; an image that directly involved his Lord.

Shocked at his wayward thoughts Elrond turned his attention away from the minstrel, rather ashamed of his inappropriate thoughts and that a certain part of his anatomy had taken a decided interest in those thoughts and was rapidly encouraging Elrond to do something about it. Smothering an annoyed growl at his body he quickly excused himself to Lindir and hurried to his room. His new ‘dilemma’ needed to be taken care of before he did something rash like attacked Lindir and ravished him on the library floor, or the desk, or the settee, or…. That was quite enough of those thoughts, thank you very much. Pushing his chamber door open and shutting it with a bit more force than he intended the elf-Lord moved towards his adjacent bathing chamber, pulling off his robes as he went.


TBC...

Okay - I am taking a break from posting and will get more of this story up after dinner *crosses fingers*