Balrogs, Butterflies & Bondings

Authors note:

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Ertia - Ya paper cuts can hurt! And Im glad I can get you out of
reality for a while...reality sucks at times. Try to have a good
Holiday alright? Ill be thinking of ya while Im working my 9am-Mid :(
...But hopefully you can relax some, take care... :)

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Lauand - *Smirks* Im glad ya find my idea on the butterflies
intriguing, and that your impatiently waiting for the answer...it will
come. And as far as this not being the best fanfiction you have ever
read...I am not striving to be the best *lol* Im just happy to be
writeing...I see this as an outlet for me to learn and enjoy myself and
hopefully I can bring a smile to those who stumble upon my stuff...and
I do update often, so there is more to come... :)

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Nikkiling - Well, sometimes when someone if freaked out, you gotta yell
to get there attention! And Oooo I tell ya...I had a paper cut once
that was right under the nail against the quick...*Shudders*...then I
made the mistake of cooking and got a seasoning blend under
there...MAN!...I had to take a nail file to get it out and Oooo ouch!!!
You want to talk instant tears... :)

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B, B, & B



Ch7



Over the next couple of days, Glorfindel would arrive at Erestors door,
let himself in, wait in the advisors receiving room, then escort him to
morning meal. After a particular long day behind his desk, Erestor
tiredly made his way back to his chamber and then furrowed his brow
when he smelled fresh paint.

Entering his bedroom, he stopped cold and dropped his jaw. Walking up
to the wall that used to have the infamous painting of Glorfindel and
the Balrog, he tilted his head and burst into laughter when he saw that
it was now a mural of Glorfindel, sitting atop Asfaloth with his long
sword drawn and aimed forward in his right hand, and resting on his
shoulder held by his left was a butterfly net with many captives.

Erestors eyes then finally noticed the inscription...

~*~ Glorfindel of Gondolin ~ Personal butterfly remover for Chief
Advisor Erestor of Imladris ~*~

The advisor sighed as he patted his chest and took a deep breath as he
whispered "That...that is so...sweet". He quickly ran from his chamber,
arrived at Glorfindels, let himself into the slayers receiving room and
knocked on the closed door "Glorfindel?"

After receiving silence, the advisor smirked as he thought 'Well, he
lets himself all over my chamber', then slowly walked into the bedroom.

Erestor stilled, then swallowed hard when he noticed the golden lord
sitting up and against his headboard, a book on his lap and another by
his thigh while his head was drooped forward in deep reverie. Erestor
slowly licked his lips as he gazed at the warrior...admireing how his
upbraided hair spilled forward over his shoulders and onto his bare
muscled chest and released a shy moan of approval.

The dark advisor then looked at what he was reading and smiled
'Understanding the responsibilities of an advisor', and 'How to concur
your fears'. Erestor shook his head and smiled, began to quietly look
around the room, then quickly cover his mouth to muffle a gasp as he
looked at the mural on the wall.

Erestor walked closer and thought 'Everything is there...the
bookshelves behind me, the carved scrollwork on my desk, my ink pot and
quills...a...a stack of paperwork...', The advisor blinked in shock
when he realized that it was a beautiful replica of his study. He then
looked at the elf seated behind the desk and tilted his head. It was
definitely him, his hair was done as he normally had it, and his
painted counterpart looked like he was in deep thought, looking out
over the room as the quill in his right hand suggested that he would
have been brushing it against his cheek. Erestor lightly bit his lip
when he looked at his robe, it was open and looked like it had fallen
off his shoulder, leaving part of his chest exposed.

Erestor slowly backed up a little to get a better view and swallowed
hard when he realized that the combination of the far off look, the
quill brushing his cheek, and his robe off one shoulder definitely set
an erotic tone to the mural. Then he noticed it. The portraits gaze was
not 'Far off', his painted counterpart was looking directly at
Glorfindels bed.

The dark advisors breath quickened at the implication, backed a few
more steps...then sucked in a nervous breath when two arms wrapped
themselves around his waist from behind "Glor...Glorfindel why...what
is the meaning of...why am I..."

The seneschal gently pulled him back, laying the nervously twitching
advisor on his back, then smiled as he slowly reached under the dark
robe, unlaced his leggings and gently wrapped his hand around the dark
elfs member "Shh...relax and breath my lovely. My touch will not be
hurtful, let yourself feel"

Erestor starred disbelievingly at the blond and choked "Y...your
ha...hand is on my...my..."

Glorfindel leaned down and whispered but a hairs breath from the
advisors lips "I know exactly where my hand is", then claimed Erestors
mouth in a heated kiss as he gently stroked his loves arousal. Erestor
gripped the sheets and moaned loudly into the seneschals mouth, then
pulled his head away and arched his back as he softly panted "Oh
aye...nai...nai that feels so...so..."

The seneschal smiled as he licked his lips and whispered back "Feels so
what my lovely"

Erestor was lost, panting and thrashing his head from side to side
"De...delightful! Oh nai..nai Glor...oh Glorfindel!!"

Glorfindel smiled as Erestor whimpered and purred from his release,
then pulled him close "Delightful ay?"

The advisor blushed and cleared his throat "Err..well, nai...it
was...oh it was wonderful Glorfindel, your touch was so...gentle".
Erestor then lightly shook his head, "Though for the life of me I know
not why I allowed you to do that. I mean...we hardly know each
other...not really"

Glorfindel chuckled and pulled him closer "I know you enough, and I am
keeping you"

Erestor nuzzled into the great slayers neck and sighed contentedly
"Oddly enough my possessive warrior, I have no want to be with any
other...", then glanced over to the mural and groaned "...However, That
must go!"

The seneschal chuckled and then sighed happily while he held Erestor as
he drifted into a sated reverie.

TBC.....................................





Note: I work a 9am-Mid shift on Memorial Day, so no posts will be
made...take care and have a nice Holiday. ~DarkDreamer