An Extraordinary Council

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An Extraordinary Council


Glorfindel, fully attired in formal robes that very seldom emerged from the depths of his ire,ire, strode casually into the council chambers as if he did so on a regular basis, although nothing could be further from the truth. Each time Elrond called a meeting it seemed the Balrog slayer was conveniently preparing to leave on patrol, or if enough notice was given, he was usually far from Imladris on the nominated day, rarely bothering to leave the required written report.

To even Erestor’s amazement, Glorfindel handed him his monthly report, apparently fully completed and ready for his lover to present during the proceedings. Ignoring the gasps of disbelief from his comrades, and the titters of amusement from the Advisor and Elrond, he then produced a clean white cloth and dusted off his seldom used seat and sat down, spending several minutes arranging his robes to his satisfaction.

“What are you doing here?” Erestor whispered to the seneschal while Elrond opened the proceeding with a speech of welcome.

“Attending the council meeting, of course,” replied Glorfindel in all innocence but the gleam in his signified mischief to his lover.

“Why? And when did you write this report?” asked Erestor warily. He knew Glorfindel had been so occupied with training the younger warriors that he had spent very little time in his office over the past month, not to mention their bed. Neither had he brought his work to their shared chambers, honouring the agreement they had made to keep such from their bedchamber when they became lovers.

“When I awoke this mng yng you were already gone and so I decided to go to my office and write this in an effort to attract your attention,” he said sullenly.

“Well you certainly succeeded, but I am not the only one who has been neglecting our relationship,” Erestor replied. “You seem to have been on patrol continuously these past weeks, rising early and returning late, if at all.” Glorfindel was about to comment when a glare from Elrond, who had finished speaking and was finding the personal conversation to be quite distracting as he tried to listen to a report from Mirkwood, silenced him.

“This is neither the time nor place to discuss this matter,” he said in the tone of voice both recognised as a command. Erestor nodded acknowledgement and turned his attention to the report that was several pages long. Scanning the first page quickly, he inhaled sharply when he read the last words, written in Glorfindel’s distinctive style and in Quenya rather than the common tongue.

“I love you, Erestor.”

“I love you, too Glorfindel,” Erestor leaned over and whispered into his lover’s ear, eliciting the loving smile reserved only for him from his Balrog slayer. He turned the page and this time blushed deeply at the message at the bottom of the page.

“I am wearing nothing but my robe.”

Erestor stared at his lover in disbelief until Glorfindel tilted his head slightly in silent confirmation. A wave of desire engulfed Erestor and travelled directly to his groin as his body reminded him it had been far too long since it had been loved. Unable to resist the need for some form of touch, he reached for Glorfindel’s hand and squeezed it tightly, barely able to contain a moan as his hand was raised to the soft lips and tenderly kissed in an act that to all but Erestor, who found it erotic in the extreme, was a simple display of affection.

“Erestor, would you please read the summaries you have prepared?” Elrond had to ask twice before the Advisor stood and move to the podium to begin presenting his part of the reports. He moved quickly through those that were merely of a routine nature but before reading Glorfindel’s he made the mistake of glancing at his lover who returned his look with undisguised lust. Erestor took a large gulp of water and began reading the summary, stopping mid sentence when he saw the final message.

“I am making love to you with my eyes as you read this.”

He looked again at Glorfindel and was astonished to see his lover on the very brink of release. Without thought for the consequences of his actions or the gossip that would likely ensue, Erestor walked over to Glorfindel, sat on his lap and kissed him soundly, his mouth stifling the lust filled moan the seneschal voiced and his body hiding his arousal as he climaxed. Erestor wanted nothing more than to follow with his own release, but not in public.

“If you will excuse us, my lords, it appears my beloved is in need of some fresh clo… air,” he hastily corrected himself as the seneschal rested his head on his lover’s shoulder while he caught his breath. Taking Glorfindel’s hand he led him from the council chambers, and back to their own, locking the door behind them. In a matter of moments their clothes were discarded and naked bodies were entwined wantonly on the bed. Their loving was as wildly passionate as when they had first become lovers, and left them both sated and gasping for breath.

“You should come with me more often,” Erestor teased seductively as he nuzzled the soft flesh of his lover’s neck. .

“To the council meetings?” Glorfindel managed to ask as he tilted his head back to give Erestor’s lips better access, knowing full well that was not what his lover meant.

“Aye come to those more often as well, I like the way you write your reports!”