The Fire Dance

Authors Note:

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TopazKat - Thanks, Im glad you like my wrinkle...*Smirks*...and ya, I
would think that Erestor would be uncomfortable with 'well wishers'...:)

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Nikkiling - Heheheeh, glad ya like it...more to come...:)

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The Fire Dance



Ch9



In the dinning hall, Elrond and Thranduil sat down for morning meal.

A few moments later, Melpomaen briskly entered and bowed "My lord?"

Elrond turned and arched his brow "Aye?"

The young elf bowed again "My lord, Master Erestor will be spending the
day with lord Glorfindel and therefore I shall be taking over his
duties today and I have already sent for the other advisors and we
shall begin work promptly".

Thranduil blinked and looked to Elrond, who then held up his hand
"Breath Melpomaen breath, most elves actually pause and breath as they
speak". The elven lord then smiled "Most do take time off after they
bond, so this does not surprise me...any other news?"

The young counselor tilted his head and gazed at the ceiling while he
thought, then blurted out "Oh! Prince Elladan, Elrohir and Legolas ate
morning meal in the barracks so they will not be joining you they are
now at the archery range so that prince Elladan can release some of his
anger due to Lord Cirdan kissing Elrohir by a tree but I would not
worry my lord because from what I understand lord Cirdan is not upset
about Elladan placing a blade to his throat because he backed down as
soon as prince Legolas told him to and..."

Elrond swiftly held up his hand and closed his eyes "Enough
Melpomaen, go now and begin your day".

When the young elf finally left the room, Thranduil snorted "Aiya he
has
worn me out, is he always like that?"

Elrond sighed and leaned back in his chair "Aye, he has always been
very...er...swift with words shall we say. though he is not usually
this
bad, he is nervous on top of being an excitable elf. This is his first
time taking over for Erestor".

Thranduil slowly slid his foot over to Elronds leg and playfully nudged
and rubbed his shin "Does it not bother you that Cirdan kissed Elrohir?"

Elrond slowly wrapped his leg around Thranduils and shook his head "You
can not be serious with that question. Thran, Cirdan was born in the
beginning of the first age...Elrohir would be to much work for him,
after all, he would need to learn Elrohirs hand speech and...well,
Cirdan can not even listen to Melpomaen for more then a few minutes
without falling asleep in his chair".

Thranduil chuckled, then drew closer "Well, for one as old as he is, I
must say he is still quite the warrior, he has been in charge of the
Gray Havens for..."

Elrond smiled as Thranduils hand caressed his thigh and chimed in "Oh
do not misunderstand me Thran, Cirdan is still a formidable warrior
and overly competent leader...but he prefers quiet ellons and
uncomplicated relationships, and my Elrohir is anything but
uncomplicated. What you really need to worry about, is when he and
Glorfindel get together in the Hall of Fire and drink...they inevitably
begin to reminis about old times and can get rather rowdy. I have seen
young elves sitting at their feet to hear their tales of old. The young
warriors sit there in awe, listening intently...for hours".

The Mirkwood king shook his head as he snorted "Believe it or not, when
Cirdan visited Mirkwood when I was young to speak with my Adar, I was
one of those warriors at his feet, listening intently...I keep
forgetting that Cirdan would have known Glorfindel before his fall. Has
Cirdan ever mentioned to you about that time?"

Elrond sighed as he sat back "Aye, I asked him once when Glorfindel had
returned on how it felt to see him again. He mentioned that it was
hard,
for he had mourned his friend and to see him again...it took about a
decade for Cirdan to put aside his memories of that time and fully
rekindle his friendship with Glorfindel. They used to correspond
through
letters. There friendship from what I understand was quite strong, even
if they did not see one another much, they still were always in touch
through the letters".

After a few moments of silence, Thranduil gave Elrond a serious look "I
just thought of something Elrond, Cirdan may be rather reserved when
not around Glorfindel...but he has survived a long long time. That
takes a level of perseverance that I have never seen the like of in
another. Then you say that he prefers quiet ellons...Elrond, Elrohir
has no speech, how much more quiet can you get".

Elrond blinked, then pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed "I was
trying not to think of that Thran".

Thranduil shook his head, then leaned close as he took Elronds hand and
kissed it "So, after you sign all the documents that need your
attention, how would you feel about a walk in the gardens, we could
have midday meal outside".

The elven lord smiled "That sounds quite enjoyable actually".

~*~*~

Erestor stood outside Glorfindels chamber, bit his lip, then slowly
raised his hand and softly knocked.

The seneschal swiftly opened the door, then frowned confused "Erestor,
you
need never knock, we are bound. Until we move our things into a shared
chamber, you of course may enter at any time".

The shy advisor quietly entered and Glorfindel noticed that he was
wringing his hands "What is wrong my fair one"

Erestor drew close and licked his lips "On my way to Melpomaen, it
felt to me like the entire population of Imladris was...they were
smiling and nodding at me as they passed and...and...I am used to being
ignored, not noticed, it made me feel quite nervous...then I arrived at
Mels door and Haldir of Lorien was leaving. Of all the elves I Had to
encounter this morning..." Erestor then shook his head, "He is a rather
annoying elf, he is always trying to pull me into an argument and...and
this time I actually...Oh Glorfindel I do not even remember what I
said".

The seneschal winced "Truly? Ouch, I have seen you put others in their
place...I'll bet you even gave him 'the glare'."

Erestor frowned "What glare, I certainly do Not glare at others".

Glorfindel smirked and shut the door "And where is this fantasy world
you live in? Eh, do not worry about this...and as far as others
placing their gaze upon you, just let it go, they are probably just
jealous of me because I managed to seal my future with the most
elusive and mysterious elf in all of arda".

Erestor blinked and dropped his jaw "What?"

Glorfindel smirked as he pulled his dark husband over to the bed
"Morning meal arrived shortly before you. I took it upon myself to
spread it out for us".

Erestor gave him a confused look "On the bed?"

The golden warrior nodded and after they settled on the bed, Erestor
picked up a strawberry and mumbled "I believe they are jealous of me
not you. After all, you are desired by many and...Glorfindel!"

The seneschal snorted as he drew close and Erestor lightly blushed as
Glorfindel stuck out his tongue and licked the heavy whipping cream
from
his cheek "Sorry, it got away from me".

Erestor rolled, then narrowed his eyes "How does heavy cream just 'get
away' from you".

The golden warrior put some on his finger and flicked it "Quite
easily...see?"

"Glorfindel!"

Again, the seneschal leaned close "Here, let me get that for you", then
slowly licked it from Erestors ear.

Once the advisor had regained control of his breathing, he attempted
several times to flick the berry preserves, but the mashed fruit just
kept landing on the sheet between them.

Glorfindel chuckled at his attempts, then gasped when his shy husband
just reached over and dumped the containers contents onto his bare
chest "Ooops, it got away from me, so sorry".

Glorfindel blinked surprised as he thought 'I would never have thought
him to be this playful...first he makes a joke, and now he dumps
preserves upon me...I wonder if he is quiet in the midst of passion'.

The seneschal grabbed a slice of bread, used it to gather up the sticky
preserves, then smoshed the soggy mixture against Erestors cheek.

Erestor sucked in a shocked breath "Ah! Oh you...you!"

Glorfindel tried to duck, but was met with a full piture of milk to the
face. He then swiftly grabbed the honey "I have the honey my fair
husband!"

Erestor gasped as he jumped from the bed "Ah! Nay! Nay Findel nay not
honey!"

Glorfindel smiled as he watched his shy husband flee toward the other
side of the room, then leapt from the bed in pursuit.

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