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Thawing the Ice	By : Brenna Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 12164 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Hello all and welcome to my new reviewer, Sawen! Also welcome to anyone I might have forgot! By the way when I mentioned the tattoo that binds Erestor to Elrond I forgot to mention it did the same to any that bore Elrond's blood, the twins and Arwen for example.

Chapter 11--Uncomfortable Evening

Glorfindel was enjoying himself immensely. He had Erestor flustered and angry, he was sure of that. The advisor looked even more desirable agitated. He brought his hand up and laid it on Erestor's knee and felt him tense under his hand.
"Remove your hand from me," Erestor hissed.
"Why? I like it where it is," Glorfindel grinned.
Erestor glared at the grinning seneschal, wondering if it was worth incurring Elrond's wrath to stab Glorfindel with a fork. He had just decided to do it when he was distracted.
Tylarien leaned forward from his spot across the table from the advisor. "So I trust you are comfortable here?" he asked.
"Quite comfortable," Erestor said.
"Good, so have you found a suitable mate for yourself? Ahh, probably not, you were always a bit prudish," Tylarien said.
Erestor gave him a smile that was clearly insincere. "Well, being prudish was never a problem with you, was it?" he said. "I recall, in fact, that it was just the opposite that was your problem."
That killed Tylarien's smirk. His eyes narrowed slightly. "We all have our ways," he said.
"Indeed," Erestor said dryly.
Glorfindel glanced at Tylarien and frowned. He decided that there was something about the Elf he didn't like; besides the fact he was a rival for Erestor.
Dinner finally came to an end. The music and dancing began. Erestor usually found an escape route from this sort of thing right away, but this time he couldn't because it was to honor guests. It was his duty as Elrond's guardian as well as his advisor to be there.
Erestor found his way out to the balcony, figuring he'd be alone out there. He didn't get that lucky. He was followed.
"That was a low blow from you, my dark beauty. It was not very proper," Tylarien said.
"Nor was your remark. You have to accept that there is no way that I will ever trust you again. I was glad that father refused to allow the bonding," Erestor said.
"You mean stepfather, do you not?" Tylarien asked.
"I meant exactly what I said. Now if you do not mind I came out here to be alone," Erestor said and turned away.
Tylarien seized him roughly by the shoulder and yanked him back to face him. "We are not done yet," he growled.
"Yes, we are, now let go of me or face the consequences," Erestor warned.
"You will do nothing. You do not dare harm a guest of your Lord," Tylarieirkeirked.
Erestor seized Tylarien by the wrist of the hand that was holding him and yanked.
Suddenly Tylarien found himself with his back to Erestor and one arm pinned behind his back. "Ow! You are hurting me!" he protested angrily.
"Let me make this so clear that even you will understand. You have no claim on me. We are no longer promised to each other. That was over the minute I found out you were unfaithful to me. If you touch me again I swear that I will toss you off the balcony. Now get out of my sight," Erestor growled and released Tylarien with a shove.
Tylarien whirled, eyes blazing to glare at Erestor. "You miserable little bastard," he growled. He took a step towards Erestor, hands clenched then swung at him.
Erestor was too well trained to be caught by such an obvious attempt. He sidestepped the blow and used the momentum of the swing to push the other past him.
Tylarien stumbled into the balcony railing and was forced to grab at it to keep from falling.
"Good evening, Tylarien," Erestor said coldly and went inside without another word. He went straight to the table where wine was being served and got a goblet of brandy. He saw Tylarien storm back into the room, but he didn't move. He sensed someone come up beside him and sighed. "What do you want, Glorfindel?" he asked.
"I thought I would join you, since you are standing alone," Glorfindel said.
"No, thank you. I want to be alone and I am not in the mood for another one of your obvious seduction attempts. I am sure you can find someone to share your bed easily," Erestor said.
Glorfindel moved so close that Erestor could feel his breath on his neck. "Probably, but you are the one I want to share my bed, my dark one," he murmured.
Erestor jabbed his elbow sharply into Glorfindel's stomach, knocking him back a couple steps. "I demand that you cease this nonsense, seneschal. Your constant passes and hovering is becoming quite tiresome," he said. He walked off, weary of the whole business and sought out Elrond.
Elrond smiled at Erestor as he came up. "What is the matter, Erestor?" he asked.
"I find that I feel ill, my Lord and ask to be excused from the gathering," Erestor said.
Elrond frowned. "Is it serious? Do you need to see a healer?" he asked.
"No, I believe a night of uninterrupted sleep will be enough, Lord Elrond," Erestor said.
"Very well, you are excused," Elrond said.
Erestor bowed respectfully to his Lord then left the ballroom, glad to escape. No one saw another follow the advisor from the room like a predator stalking prey.
Reaching his chamber and entering Erestor began to close the door when a foot prevented him from doing so. The door was forced open and Tylarien walked in and closed the door then locked it.
"How dare you force your way in here! Get out!" Erestor snarled.
"No, I think we need to settle a few things while it is unlikely we will be interrupted," Tylarien said, prowling towards him.
Erestor held his ground and prepared to defend himself if necessary.

R/R please! Anyone want to see Tylarien get his ass whipped?
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