How Daring

Title: How daring.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Rating: R for now, NC17 in later part/s.
Notes: Un-beta’d, AU, Slash.
Summary: Who is more daring? Imladris’s chief Councilor, or Imladris’s Seneschal?

Extra note: A ficlet I started a little while ago for the lovely Charlie.
Chapters short due to RL.


How daring.

Part 1.

Glorfindel rolled his eyes as he watched his friend yet again politely decline another romantic invitation of some sort. He stood leaning against the doorframe of the vast library and quickly stepped aside as the young crestfallen elf walked by him. He entered the now empty library aside from Erestor and himself, and stood looking disapprovingly down at the advisor who was sat at his desk studying a scroll.

“What?” He asked flatly without looking up from his work.

“And what was wrong with him?”

“Excuse me?”

“He was handsome, *polite*…” Glorfindel stressed this word as he knew that all previous elves that had approached Erestor with a confident and cocky frame of mind had been cut down to size by the advisors sharp tongue“…friendly, and I happen to know first hand that he is quite skilled with his hands.” He finished with a suggestive smirk.

“You didn’t?”

“He’s a swordsman Erestor! I trained him myself.” The warrior laughed as he picked up one of the many rolled up scrolls upon the desk to playfully bat Erestor upon the head. A liberty none other would ever dare attempt. Erestor simply scowled and turned back to his work.

“He was indeed polite and handsome and I’m sure he is as skilled as you say, but he is not for me.” He shrugged, “I thanked him for his flattering words and invitation, but simply told him I was not interested, he will survive Glorfindel.”

Glorfindel simply did not understand his friend. Erestor was such a unique beauty, so slender, on the verge of feminine; his dark exotic features enhancing this, whilst still able to maintain a sense of dignity and superiority. He could have anyone yet he declined all, Glorfindel had a suspicion that if the Valar themselves were to try for the advisors favours, they would be turned away.

“Erestor you are impossible.” He sat heavily on the side of the desk and mindlessly played with a extravagantly feathery quill that he plucked from its hold, earning a glare from its owner.

“Good.” Erestor retorted flatly, saving his quill from the warriors large destructive hands by snatching it away to place in a desk draw.

“There are many an eligible bachelor in Imladris yet you care not. I remember back in Gondolin you were in no way promiscuous as myself but you would at least take a few lovers. Now however..” The warrior made exaggerated hand movements with a face of disgust at Erestor’s new morals. “…the most beautiful of elves could walk up to you stark naked and plonk themselves straight on this desk in a decadent offering, and you would not even bat an eyelid. In fact, I am confident you would bark at him for rumpling your scrolls!”

“I dare say I would.”

“Why? I have never understood what it is that changed you so. You used to be so much more light hearted Erestor, perhaps a little introspective at times but with a few glasses of wine down you, you were anybodies friend! And now…why it is only the bravest of warriors who dare approach you. What happened?”

“I simply got older.” He said with a shrug.

“Aye, as did I. Yet I am still as foolish as the next elf, that explains nothing Erestor.” He said whilst poking Erestor in the shoulder with an accusing finger.

“Well, my dearest friend did die.” He said quietly with a small forced smile.

Glorfindel stood from his perch and turned Erestor’s chair. Leaning his hands on both arm rests he was to be face to face with Erestor.

“And I was reborn.” He said gently with a fond smile. “I apologise sincerely if my death dampened your sex life.” He began with a grin, making Erestor chuckle and push the warrior up right so as to walk past him to retrieve something from a shelf.

“But I returned, and I have been here for some time now, that does not explain why you reject all who wish to simply provide you with a little company between the sheets. It’s not healthy Erestor.”

“I’ll make sure to confront Elrond about my affliction.” He replied sarcastically.

Glorfindel slumped back onto the desk in frustration, then slow, sly grin crossed his lips.

“Oh, I understand.” He said in an annoyingly breezy tone that he knew would aggravate the advisor.

“You understand what?” Erestor asked taking the bate. But still not looking up from the thick volume he was now skimming through.

“Why your bed is cold, you have simply lost your nerve. Your skill at seduction, etcetera. You are simply not daring anymore, and thusly you have become some sort of frigid wench…” Glorfindel grinned to himself when he could see Erestor scowl at him from the corner of his eye at the false insult. “…who has simply lost all interest in physical pleasure. Why I am sure there is not even a sexual bone left in your body.” Glorfindel said as he disinterestedly appeared to be checking his nails for dirt with a mischievous smirk.

He jumped however when the heavy volume the advisor had been studying was slammed down onto the desk beside him. And then Erestor stood closely before him, to close. Because Glorfindel was sat perched on the edge of the desk they were now nose to nose, eye to eye and Glorfindel could not contain the small shiver at such close proximity to those large dark eyes; framed by thick long lashes. The advisor leaned closer, stationing himself between the warriors legs and placing his hands palm down on the desk either side of the blonds waist.

“Is that what you think Glorfindel?”

Glorfindel licked his lips at the low smooth voice that sounded so suddenly sensual coming from full red lips.

“Because I assure you, I have more sexual energy in my little finger than you have your entire body.”

“Is that…your little finger or right hand? For that I do not doubt.”

Erestor had groaned and rolled his eyes in defeat as he stepped away, again picking up the thick book. For what Glorfindel had said he could not deny and the warrior knew it. Still, Glorfindel saying it out loud was cause enough for him to blush furiously.

“Oh Erestor, is that a blush I see staining your fair cheeks?” The warrior laughed. Erestor narrowed his eyes at the warrior but still continued to blush, his lips quirking slightly.

“I am no frigid wench, and I assure you I am as daring as you, if not more so. The elves that approach me are simply…not who I want.” Erestor finished with a upturn of his proud small chin.

“I don’t believe you. Prove it.”

“How am I to do that?”

“I do not know, ‘tis your honour and reputation on the line here. Exactly how much does what I think matter to you?”

“I assure you not much.” Erestor replied snootily, darting his tongue out at the warrior a moment later.

Glorfindel roared with laughter whilst Erestor smiled silently. “And you are chief councilor of all things! The mind boggles and Imladris quakes!”

He slid off of the desk and made his way to the doors of the library, still giggling. He turned back when Erestor called his name; his shoulders still shaking with mirth.

“Yes oh silly one?” He giggled.

“You shall have your proof, and you shall regret doubting me. I shall prove myself more daring than you.”

“I look forward to it!”

~*~*~*~*~*~

He had been watching Erestor all day, the advisor had so far done nothing and he found himself slowly watching the dark elf’s every move. He suspected this was exactly what Erestor wanted, to drive him mad with suspense if the teasing grin of those pouting, red, delicious, smiling lips were anything to go by. And what made it worse, was that he had no idea as to what it was he was waiting for; how was Erestor to prove himself more sexually daring than he? And in the minute possibility that the advisor would somehow pull it off, how was he to top it exactly? He had no idea, so he simply waited with much anticipation for Erestor to make his first move.

It took all of his restraint not to bounce as an elfling with excitement, he loved his friend dearly, but he missed the merrier elf he knew back in Gondolin. He missed seeing the lazy suggestive smirk upon his face, he missed seeing the glow upon his marble like skin after having had what he guessed, a night of pleasure. But mostly, he missed seeing Erestor happy, he knew not what still troubled Erestor but he longed to see him content. Perhaps this little innocent and somewhat childish competition of theirs would remind Erestor of the fun he used to have. If nothing else it would release a little of the advisors frustration, he had not been jesting when he told Erestor he did not think his chastity healthy.

They were sitting in council now, he knew he should be paying attention to what it was Elrond was saying, but he could not help but steel a glance ever few seconds at Erestor; who sat beside him with a maddeningly serene expression.

It was during the riveting discussion about stock trades that he jumped slightly with a quiet yelp. He glanced to his left, Erestor! Erestor’s hand was on his thigh! The advisor seemed to be taking in what their lord was saying with intent concentration, but beneath the table, his hand was gently squeezing the warrior’s thigh.

He cleared his throat nervously and used his hand to cover his smirk, he had never actually thought that Erestor would use he to prove that he was still a sexual being! Oh he was going to enjoy their little game; for though he was delighted that his friend was acting more like his old self, he was even more delighted about the fact that they would be competing. This way, he would finally be able to lay his hands on Erestor, Oh he would show the advisor the meaning of the word sexual.

He let a groan slip his lips as the hand on his thigh travelled up to his groin; kneading the hardening bulge in his palm.

“Glorfindel, did you have something to add?” Elrond asked with a quirked brow.

“N-nay I was simply oh!…” he jumped slightly as the head of his now erect length was teasingly pinched through the fabric of his leggings. He quickly cleared his throat casually waved off Elrond’s concerns; desperately wanting for the attention to be shifted away from him. With a bemused expression Elrond picked up the thread of meeting and continued. Glorfindel playfully glared at Erestor, though Erestor could strangely enough see the respect in those blue eyes, and knew then, that his challenge had been accepted. With much remorse he removed his hand from the heated groin, the next move was Glorfindel’s.

TBC...