Ebony, Gold and Mithril
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Chapter 4
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Ebony, Gold and Mithril.
Chapter 4
“You two appear to be in a particularly friendly mood this morning. I trust you both slept well, if not a little later than usual?” enquired Elrond, his slightly raised eyebrow speaking eloquently of unmistakeable innuendo. Glorfindel made no comment, but allowed an enigmatic smile to light his face as helped himself to some herbal tea and then made a great show of pouring a cup for Erestor.
“Well, I do not know about Glorfindel, but I certainly did,” responded the advisor as he nodded his thanks for the tea. The coolness in his voice told Elrond that his implication was neither correct nor appreciated.
“Ai, I had nothing but pleasant dreams… about nothing that I would care to discuss with a rather curious Peredhel,” the seneschal said forestalling further questioning with a nonchalant shrug. Elrond was not the only one capable of innuendo after all. Erestor almost choked on his tea as he vividly recalled his own ‘dream’.
“I must say that seeing you two work together so amicably yesterday was a pleasant ch, an, and it has certainly improved your attitude towards each other. Unless there is another reason for your current display of affection. Is there anything I should know?” Elrond asked deciding to take the direct approach, now more certain than ever that his suspicions were well founded.
“Erestor and I are not lovers, if that is what you are trying to ascertain,” stated Glorfindel candidly although he found himself wishing they were.
“Indeed we are not. Really, Elrond I fail to see how you gained that impression simply because I agreed to assist Glorfindel with a task he was too lazy to do for himself,” added Erestor with unmistakeable warmth in his voice and a smile in his eyes that told the seneschal he was only teasing.
“Lazy! That is rather unkind, my lord advisor. I truly required some assistance with the new roster,” said Glorfindel, feigning insult.
“And of course you had no ulterior motives,” stated Elrond, hoping to force an admission of his real feelings for Erestor from his friend and perhaps help the relationship progress. Glorfindel did not get a chance to reply as the dark haired advisor quickly spoke in defence of both his and the Balrog slayers’ honour.
“Of course he did not. Glorfindel would never try to seduce me, nor would I allow it.” Or so he had believed before this morning, for even as he hastily voiced the words, a small voice in the back of his mind whispered to him that to be made love to by the golden lord was exactly what he wanted. He ventured a glance at the seneschal, and felt a surge of joy as he saw the brief flash of desire that matched his own in the bright eyes. Perhaps there was hope yet. Elromilemiled knowingly, but made no further comment.
The conversation turned to a discussion of Imladris business, and continued even as Elrond and Erestor made their way to their respective offices to begin work for the day.
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As soon as his friends left the dining hall Glorfindel decided it was time to set his mischief in motion, although the more he thought about it, the more it seemed less like a prank and more like an excellent way to please Erestor and himself as well. First he made a brief visit to the barracks to post the new roster and to ensure the the training grounds were fully occupied and then made his way to one of the smaller dwellings that were set apart from the main house.
“You are looking as lovely as ever, Imrien,” he said to the dark haired Elf maid who blushed prettily as her hand was lifted to soft lips that brushed over her knuckles.
“And you are still the most charming Elf I know,” she replied. “What can I do for you, my sweet?” Imrien listened with some amusement as Glorfindel made his request, emphasising the need for secrecy.
“It is certainly well past time that someone saw to his needs,” she commented with a suggestive wink.
“That is my intention, you shameless beauty,” admitted Glorfindel with an answering smile.
“But do you really think he will appreciate the gesture?”
“Most likely not at first, but I am sure he will eventually,” replied Glorfindel confidently.
“Well, as talented as seamstress as I am, I will still need his measurements,” she said as she moved to her desk and selected a clean piece of parchment and waited expectantly for her answers.
“We are of similar height, although he does need to tilt his head up slightly to look into my eyes, and when I put my arms around his waist, they fit like so.” Glorfindel demonstrated by imaging Erestor was really there. A mistake on his part, as his sudden arousal attested.
“How very romantic, and obviously desirable,” said Imrien with an unashamed look tow her her friend’s groin, “but not very useful for my purposes. Perhaps you could bring me one of his robes to use as a pattern?”
“Of course! I will be right back.”
With the stealth he employed while on patrol, he made certain Erestor and Elrond were both in their offices, and then made his way unseen to Erestor’s chamber. The door was not locked and he slipped quietly into the room, took a brief look around at the chamber he had rarely entered, collected the item of interest that had drawn him there, and then left without disturbing barely a mote of dust. Erestor would never know he had an unexpected visitor. Or so he thought.
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Later that evening a rather loud knock on his door startled Glorfindel who was, much ts ows own surprise, busy tidying up his desk. He opened to face a very angry chief advisor, who rudely shoved past him, and stood in the middle of the room with his arms crossed over his chest. Anger flashed in his eyes which, combined with the slight flush to his cheeks made him look absolutely desirable beyond belief to Glorfindel who managed to stifle a groan of need, but could not prevent his body from proclaiming his state of excitement.
The sight of his highly aroused friend almost made Erestor forget his anger, and for a moment he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in the arms and body of the irresistible golden vision before him.
“What can I do for you, Erestor?” Glorfindel finally managed to ask. His voice was husky with need, but the sound broke the spell.
“How dare you invade my privacy? Why were you in my chamber this morning?” demanded Erestor with renewed anger.
“What makes you think I was in your chamber?” enquired Glorfindel.
“You have a rather distinctive scent, which is especially noticeable after you have just washed your hair.”
“Really? A pleasant one, I hope?” asked the seneschal with a small smile, wondering why Erestor had committed such a trivial detail to memory… unless…
“Ai, very pleasant,” replied Erestor without realising he was voicing one of his secret delights and the knowledge of an intimate detail such as a lover would only know.
“Surely that is not really enough evidence to support your accusation, although I will freely admit you are correct?” Glorfindel was prepared to accept the consequences of his action.
“On its own, nay it is not, but when it is attached to several golden hairs that were caught in my wardrobe door, I think the conclusion is obvious. Again I ask you, what were you doing in my chamber?”
“I apologise for entering your room without your knowledge, but it would spoil the surprise if I told you why.” Erestor’s eyes widened at that statement, his curiosity piqued.
“Very well, I will accept your apology, as long as it does not happen again.”
“I promise to never enter your chamber uninvited in the future,” said Glorfindel daring to place a brief kiss on Erestor’s chto sto seal the vow.
“What kind of mischief are you planning at my expense are this time?” he asked, his anger fading slightly as a very pleasant tingling sensation travelled to his toes at the touch of the soft lips.
“Mischief? At your expense? That may have been my original intent, but my plans have changed slightly. All I will say is that I think you will enjoy the results as much as I will,” offered Glorfindel.
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In his role as chief advisor, and often ambassador for Elrond, Erestor was a good judge of character and well accustomed to determining the motivations of those he spoke with, and even had Glorfindel’s desire for him not physically manifested itself, he was well aware that the seneschal’s feelings for him had changed. There was no avoiding the fact that Glorfindel loved him, just as he loved the handsome Balrog slayer. Whether they would act on their hidden feelings was entirely another matter, but for his part, Erestor found he no longer wished to resist his heart’s desire.
No unexpected ‘whatever’ was forthcoming in the few days before Glorfindel rode out to meet Thranduil’s entourage at the borders of Imladris, and Erestor was torn between the hope that the seneschal had changed his mind about giving him a surprise, and the even greater hope that he had not. Either way, Erestor decided that he would give Glorfindel a surprise of his own and declare his love as soon as he returned.
Ebony, Gold and Mithril.
Chapter 4
“You two appear to be in a particularly friendly mood this morning. I trust you both slept well, if not a little later than usual?” enquired Elrond, his slightly raised eyebrow speaking eloquently of unmistakeable innuendo. Glorfindel made no comment, but allowed an enigmatic smile to light his face as helped himself to some herbal tea and then made a great show of pouring a cup for Erestor.
“Well, I do not know about Glorfindel, but I certainly did,” responded the advisor as he nodded his thanks for the tea. The coolness in his voice told Elrond that his implication was neither correct nor appreciated.
“Ai, I had nothing but pleasant dreams… about nothing that I would care to discuss with a rather curious Peredhel,” the seneschal said forestalling further questioning with a nonchalant shrug. Elrond was not the only one capable of innuendo after all. Erestor almost choked on his tea as he vividly recalled his own ‘dream’.
“I must say that seeing you two work together so amicably yesterday was a pleasant ch, an, and it has certainly improved your attitude towards each other. Unless there is another reason for your current display of affection. Is there anything I should know?” Elrond asked deciding to take the direct approach, now more certain than ever that his suspicions were well founded.
“Erestor and I are not lovers, if that is what you are trying to ascertain,” stated Glorfindel candidly although he found himself wishing they were.
“Indeed we are not. Really, Elrond I fail to see how you gained that impression simply because I agreed to assist Glorfindel with a task he was too lazy to do for himself,” added Erestor with unmistakeable warmth in his voice and a smile in his eyes that told the seneschal he was only teasing.
“Lazy! That is rather unkind, my lord advisor. I truly required some assistance with the new roster,” said Glorfindel, feigning insult.
“And of course you had no ulterior motives,” stated Elrond, hoping to force an admission of his real feelings for Erestor from his friend and perhaps help the relationship progress. Glorfindel did not get a chance to reply as the dark haired advisor quickly spoke in defence of both his and the Balrog slayers’ honour.
“Of course he did not. Glorfindel would never try to seduce me, nor would I allow it.” Or so he had believed before this morning, for even as he hastily voiced the words, a small voice in the back of his mind whispered to him that to be made love to by the golden lord was exactly what he wanted. He ventured a glance at the seneschal, and felt a surge of joy as he saw the brief flash of desire that matched his own in the bright eyes. Perhaps there was hope yet. Elromilemiled knowingly, but made no further comment.
The conversation turned to a discussion of Imladris business, and continued even as Elrond and Erestor made their way to their respective offices to begin work for the day.
*******
As soon as his friends left the dining hall Glorfindel decided it was time to set his mischief in motion, although the more he thought about it, the more it seemed less like a prank and more like an excellent way to please Erestor and himself as well. First he made a brief visit to the barracks to post the new roster and to ensure the the training grounds were fully occupied and then made his way to one of the smaller dwellings that were set apart from the main house.
“You are looking as lovely as ever, Imrien,” he said to the dark haired Elf maid who blushed prettily as her hand was lifted to soft lips that brushed over her knuckles.
“And you are still the most charming Elf I know,” she replied. “What can I do for you, my sweet?” Imrien listened with some amusement as Glorfindel made his request, emphasising the need for secrecy.
“It is certainly well past time that someone saw to his needs,” she commented with a suggestive wink.
“That is my intention, you shameless beauty,” admitted Glorfindel with an answering smile.
“But do you really think he will appreciate the gesture?”
“Most likely not at first, but I am sure he will eventually,” replied Glorfindel confidently.
“Well, as talented as seamstress as I am, I will still need his measurements,” she said as she moved to her desk and selected a clean piece of parchment and waited expectantly for her answers.
“We are of similar height, although he does need to tilt his head up slightly to look into my eyes, and when I put my arms around his waist, they fit like so.” Glorfindel demonstrated by imaging Erestor was really there. A mistake on his part, as his sudden arousal attested.
“How very romantic, and obviously desirable,” said Imrien with an unashamed look tow her her friend’s groin, “but not very useful for my purposes. Perhaps you could bring me one of his robes to use as a pattern?”
“Of course! I will be right back.”
With the stealth he employed while on patrol, he made certain Erestor and Elrond were both in their offices, and then made his way unseen to Erestor’s chamber. The door was not locked and he slipped quietly into the room, took a brief look around at the chamber he had rarely entered, collected the item of interest that had drawn him there, and then left without disturbing barely a mote of dust. Erestor would never know he had an unexpected visitor. Or so he thought.
************
Later that evening a rather loud knock on his door startled Glorfindel who was, much ts ows own surprise, busy tidying up his desk. He opened to face a very angry chief advisor, who rudely shoved past him, and stood in the middle of the room with his arms crossed over his chest. Anger flashed in his eyes which, combined with the slight flush to his cheeks made him look absolutely desirable beyond belief to Glorfindel who managed to stifle a groan of need, but could not prevent his body from proclaiming his state of excitement.
The sight of his highly aroused friend almost made Erestor forget his anger, and for a moment he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in the arms and body of the irresistible golden vision before him.
“What can I do for you, Erestor?” Glorfindel finally managed to ask. His voice was husky with need, but the sound broke the spell.
“How dare you invade my privacy? Why were you in my chamber this morning?” demanded Erestor with renewed anger.
“What makes you think I was in your chamber?” enquired Glorfindel.
“You have a rather distinctive scent, which is especially noticeable after you have just washed your hair.”
“Really? A pleasant one, I hope?” asked the seneschal with a small smile, wondering why Erestor had committed such a trivial detail to memory… unless…
“Ai, very pleasant,” replied Erestor without realising he was voicing one of his secret delights and the knowledge of an intimate detail such as a lover would only know.
“Surely that is not really enough evidence to support your accusation, although I will freely admit you are correct?” Glorfindel was prepared to accept the consequences of his action.
“On its own, nay it is not, but when it is attached to several golden hairs that were caught in my wardrobe door, I think the conclusion is obvious. Again I ask you, what were you doing in my chamber?”
“I apologise for entering your room without your knowledge, but it would spoil the surprise if I told you why.” Erestor’s eyes widened at that statement, his curiosity piqued.
“Very well, I will accept your apology, as long as it does not happen again.”
“I promise to never enter your chamber uninvited in the future,” said Glorfindel daring to place a brief kiss on Erestor’s chto sto seal the vow.
“What kind of mischief are you planning at my expense are this time?” he asked, his anger fading slightly as a very pleasant tingling sensation travelled to his toes at the touch of the soft lips.
“Mischief? At your expense? That may have been my original intent, but my plans have changed slightly. All I will say is that I think you will enjoy the results as much as I will,” offered Glorfindel.
********
In his role as chief advisor, and often ambassador for Elrond, Erestor was a good judge of character and well accustomed to determining the motivations of those he spoke with, and even had Glorfindel’s desire for him not physically manifested itself, he was well aware that the seneschal’s feelings for him had changed. There was no avoiding the fact that Glorfindel loved him, just as he loved the handsome Balrog slayer. Whether they would act on their hidden feelings was entirely another matter, but for his part, Erestor found he no longer wished to resist his heart’s desire.
No unexpected ‘whatever’ was forthcoming in the few days before Glorfindel rode out to meet Thranduil’s entourage at the borders of Imladris, and Erestor was torn between the hope that the seneschal had changed his mind about giving him a surprise, and the even greater hope that he had not. Either way, Erestor decided that he would give Glorfindel a surprise of his own and declare his love as soon as he returned.