Hunting

Chapter Three…


Glorfindel was furious. Furious and humiliated, mustn’t forget humiliated. Not only had his well laid plans of seduction gone array but he had been forced to walk back to Imladris with only his tunic to hide his nude form, the rest of his clothing having either been lost to the bottom of the river or having floated to far away to retrieve. He had been able to snatch one of his boots but had refrained from wearing it, bad enough he looked like a fool no need to limp with only one shoe while he was at it. Carrying the sopping wet boot he again asked himself why he had even bothered, for what good would one boot do him without a match? Still having no answer to the question he had stubbornly carried it along none the less.

Reaching the main house he glared several elves into silence, ignoring their amused looks, and retreated to the safety of his rooms to climb into a warm bath and think about his horrific morning in peace.
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Emerging an hour later, freshly garbed in dry clothing, Glorfindel made his way to Elronds office to discuss his current situation with the elven Lord and perhaps shed some light on Erestors puzzling behavior. Glorfindel was well and truly stumped about the dark haired councilors actions, as all his previous attempts at seduction had gone off without a hitch and with very pleasurable results. Knocking thrice in brisk succession Glorfindel entered Elronds office, positive that within the hour he would have his answers.


Three hours later…


Glorfindel sat once again in his rooms, brooding over the most recent events and seriously contemplating pulling his hair out by the root. After he had been not so subtly kicked out of Elronds office with a terse “I’m not getting involved”, “solve it yourself” and “discuss it with Erestor, now get out” Glorfindel had followed the one piece of advice that he felt was advantageous and went in search of his elusive lover, finding him being not so elusive in his office. The following conversation had left him more than a little confused.

“What do you mean you don’t understand?”

“Exactly that Erestor. I don’t understand. It’s not as if you’d never taken time away from work to have a little bit of fun.”

“A little bit of fun? A LITTLE BIT OF FUN?”

“Uh…”

“Well isn’t that nice to know… I’m just a little bit of fun to you is that it? Just a bed warmer? Quaint way to pace the time? That’s all I am to you?”

“Well… no… I…”

“Get out.”

“Erestor…”

“GET OUT!”

Naturally the ink pot thrown at his head was enough incentive for the warrior to flee, telling himself that letting Erestor calm down would perhaps be a good idea.

So now here he sat, giving himself a headache as he tried to figure out what exactly he had done so horribly wrong so he could fix it, else Erestor up and decided to leave him over some stupid mistake he had made without realizing it.

Glorfindel blinked and sat up straight, glancing around his room in search of some inspiring muse as he let that last thought circle around in his head once more. Bloody bleeding… by the whip of the Balrog he was dense. Standing abruptly he went to the door and out into the hallway. Dinner had started just a short while ago, and if all went according to plan he would have everything in motion by the time Erestor was finished with dessert.

Feeling much better Glorfindel sauntered down the empty corridor towards his destination.

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Erestor sighed as he closed the door to his chambers, unbraiding his hair as he crossed the room. Reaching his vanity table he set his clips down and reached for his brush, frowning to find it not in its usual place. A quick search yielded nothing. Frowning he shrugged his shoulders and dismissed the oddity, deciding to look for the missing item in the morning. Removing his robe he chucked it unceremoniously into the hamper by the door leading to his bathing chamber, quickly discarding his leggings and tunic as well. Stretching his neck to release the kinks in it he instinctively reached for his night robe that he kept draped across the footboard of his bed, only to find it missing. Frowning again he looked about his room, becoming more suspicious by the minute as he slowly perused his room, finding more than one thing to be not in its usual place. Aside from the brush and night robe being gone so were his pillows, the reading lamp and journal that were always beside his bed. Standing naked in the center of his room he turned in a slow circle, noting missing items such as books and paintings, in fact his small desk that sat in the corner along with all his writing implements were also missing. Growling he stalked to his wardrobe and flung the doors wide, not at all surprised the find the majority of his clothing missing as well. It appeared there was a prankster at work, and based on his experience pranksters usually worked in pairs, twin pairs to be exact.

Yanking his robe back out from the hamper he roughly pulled it on and went in search of Elrond.

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Elrond looked up as the door to his office was forcefully opened, determined not to quake under his advisors menacing glare.

“Where are…”

“Glorfindel.” Came out as a squeak but Elrond figured he was the only one out of the two of them to notice as Erestor spun on his heel in a flurry of black and stormed out of his office, slamming the door behind him. Leaning back into his chair the Lord of Imladris sighed in relief that that incident had gone by so smoothly and, more importantly, so quickly. Perhaps he should pray for Glorfindel now as opposed to later and hopefully be able to prevent having to patch the blonde warrior up through the benign grace of the Valar.

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Glorfindel ignored the crash his door made as it was thrown open to reveis ais angry lover, feigning ignorance as he blinked innocently up at the dark haired advisor who was close to breathing fire while he lounged comfortably against said advisors prized pillows.

“Why Erestor, what a surprise to see you here.”

“What hair brained scheme did you think up this time Glorfindel?”

“I’m wounded that you would think such…”

“Stuff it you… you…”

Glorfindel smiled as Erestor fumbled over his words in search of an insult. “You… what?”

The snarled response was unintelligible so Glorfindel paid it no mind and instead fluffed the pillow beside him in an inviting manner.

“Why ever would you think that stealing my things would aid you in seducing me?”

“I’m not seducing you.”

“You’re… not?”

“No, I’m not.”

That stopped Erestor cold and he stood just in the doorway of Glorfindels rooms, his anger slowly draining away, at a loss as to what to do next.

“Then what are you doing.”

“Courting you.”

“Courting…”

“You. Yes.”

Erestor looked around the room, finding his things neatly placed about it and integrated in with the warriors own. His desk was in the corner, his brush on Glorfindels vanity beside his own, even is night robe was draped in its usual spot only it was over Glorfindels foot board and not his own. Turning back to his lover he blinked in shock.

“This is courting?”

Glorfindel looked a little sheepish. “Actually I suppose it’s less courting and more making a statement that I want more you to be more than just a bed warmer.”

“More?”

“As in a relationship.”

“I see.” And Erestor did. Smiling he closed the still open door and walked the few steps to Glorfindel bed, sitting down on the edge and locking gazes with the blonde.

“So you’re moving in?”

“It would seem I am.”

“Good, because it’ll be much easier to hunt you if you’re in the same room.”

Erestors laughter at the smugly spoken words could be heard in down the hallway and several rooms over.


The End!