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While the Lord is Away	By : jenolas Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2800 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- 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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Chapter 4. Almost
Erestor stared at the large ink blot with disgust then crumpled the ruined page, and threw it down to join the ever increasing pile on the floor. Although he really wanted to finish the copy he was making of the rapidly fading manuscript, he was far too distracted to work. With a sigh of resignation he decided he was simply wasting his time, not to mention good parchment, and he was just replacing the lid on the ink bottle as the source of histractraction walked into the library.

�Finished already?� asked Glorfindel, casting a questioning glance at the councillor as he noticed the mess on the floor before. He picked up a few of the discarded pages and raised an eyebrow in surprise as he saw the uncctercteristic mistakes.

�Nay, it seems I am not in the mood for work,� replied Erestor with a slight shrug. He really did not want to admit that he could not keep his mind on his task, nor his hand from shaking whenever he remembered that kiss, especially since he knew Glorfindel would want to know why. He had no intention of telling him how frustrating he was finding their little battle had become, nor was he going to admit that it was impossible to stop his body from burning with desire when his mind was filled with thoughts of how he would love to run his fingers through silky blonde hair and kiss those delicious lips until the laughing blue eyes turned dark with passion. And such thoughts seemed to fill his every waking moment.

�Then what are you in the mood for? Something we can do together perhaps?� asked Glorfindel with a suggestive wink that actually caused Erestor�s cheeks to colour slightly. �So I am not the only one who is suffering,� thought Glorfindel with some satisfaction as he easily surmised the cause of his friend�s discomfort.

�Now that you mention it, I believe there is. Come with me,� instructed the councillor, smiling inwardly as he sensed the seneschal�s eager, yet totally unwarranted anticipation as he lead the way to one of the storerooms.

�Just what do you have in mind, dear Erestor?� asked Glorfindel as he slipped his arm about the councillor�s waist as they walked through the empty halls. Erestor allowed the embrace, but was unable to prevent the slight shiver of delight as a hand rested lightly on his hip. His response did not go unnoticed by Glorfindel who had to fight to keep his own arousal under control.

�This arrived a few days ago from C�rdan,� said Erestor, pointing to a large chest containing books and papers in the corner of the dark, musty storeroom. �We need to move it to the library and sort through its contents. I believe there are several books that once belonged to Gil-galad in there,� he stated. This was certainly not the kind of activity Glorfindel had wanted to take part in, but it seemed Erestor was determined to keep him at bay until he answered the challenge.

�If we must, but I had something a little more intimate in mind,� said Glorfindel with a look of disappointment.

�Of course you did, my handsome Balrog slayer, but you have not yet won the battle,� said Erestor affectionately, wondering if Glorfindel would truly hear what his words were saying. For his part, thnescneschal was taken aback by the endearment and turned the words over in his mind as he helped carry the chest back to the library. Erestor had paid him a rare compliment by calling him handsome, but he had declared Glorfindel as �his� with the possessiveness of a lover. Did Erestor return his love and if he did why had the councillor not declared his feelings?� he asked himself, as an indescribable joy filled his heart at the thought it might be so.

�It is only a matter of time,� Glorfindel assured his companion with an unreadable expression in his eyes as another thought occurred. �Why have *I* not told him how much I love him? Is that what he is waiting for?�

They both remained silent, lost in their own thoughts as they carried the chest back to the library aet iet it down on the large rug in front of the fireplace. They began carefully removing the books, both curious as to what they might discover. It did not take long to find a gem amongst the tomes most of which detailed aspects of elvish history that were similar to many already on the ves.ves.

�Look at this, Glorfindel,� said Erestor excitedly as he moved to sit beside his friend so that they could both see the skilfully rendered drawings that covered almost every page. He placed the book on his knees and Glorfindel moved closer, placing arm arm a behind Erestor so that he could peer over his shoulder.

�It looks like a depiction of the various stages of ting ing swordsmanship,� said Glorfindel as Erestor slowly turned the pages. �What a magnificently handsome warrior this Elf is and he is also obviously a skilled swordsman, judging by his stance and the way he holds his sword,� he commented with admiration. His eyes widened with astonishment as he took a closer look at the warrior. �This Elf bears a strong resemblance to you, Erestor,� he said looking from the picture to the fair face that was so enticingly close to his.

�I should hope so, I have not changed much since those days,� replied the councillor with a smile. �One of my fellow warriors was also a talented artist and drew these pictures at the request of the sword master who wanted to make a record of his teachings,� he added, answering the questions Glorfindel was about to ask. �Would you like to see my sword?�

The question was innocent enough but the innuendo in the words spoken so close to his ear that the warm breath caressed the sensitive tip almost undid the seneschal. As it was, he was unable to resist drawing a more than willing councillor into his arms and kissing him until they were both breathless and shaking with need. Erestor closed his eyes and instead of moving from the embrace, he snuggled a little closer and rested his head on Glorfindel�s shoulder.

�Ai, I most definy way want to see your sword. Perhaps we can even indulge in a little swordplay,� Glorfindel suggested wickedly as he placed light kisses on the dark tresses that felt like silk on his lips.

�Or we could just stay here, like this,� replied Erestor, finding himself completely unwilling to move. �Glorfindel, there is something I must tell you,� he said suddenly deciding he had had enough of games. �I� �He was just about to profess his love for the one who held him so tenderly when they were both startled by a knock on the door. Glorfindel groaned with disappointment and frustration as Erestor quickly left his arms and covered the loose shirt and leggings he wore with the formal robes that he had the foresight to keep in the library. He opened the door to be greeted respectfully by one of Glorfindel�s scouts.

�I am sorry to disturb you, my lord but I am in search of Lord Glorfindel, I have an urgent message for him,� he explained.

�What is it?� asked Glorfindel as Erestor stood aside to allow the scout entrance.

�A large group of Orcs have been seen heading for one of the settlements on our northern borders. They are expected to attack tonight,� the scout replied.

�That is the last mistake they will make,� hissed Glorfindel angrily. �Go and inform the stable boy to ready my horse and have all available warriors prepare to leave within the hour. I will join you shortly.� The scout nodded and left with haste to do as he was commanded.

�Will you be gone long?� Erestor asked as he followed Glorfindel to his chamber to collect his sword and bow.

�Two days the most, I expect. Why? Will you miss me?� he asked as he gently stroked a few strands of dark hair back behind Erestor�s ear.

�As a matter of fact I believe I will, and I will miss our new found intimacy as well,� replied Erestor honestly. Glorfindel silently cursed the orcs for their untimely appearance.

�As will I. What were you about to tell me before we were interrupted?� he asked.

�Nothing that can not wait until you return,� replied Erestor with a reassuring smile. Glorfindel graciously accepted the half truth. He was certain that whatever was on Erestor�s mind was important, but he appreciated the fact that warrior hidden beneath those k rok robes knew better than to send him into battle with his mind distracted.

Erestor watched with undisguised love and concern as the keeper of his heart buckled his sword belt around his waist then secured his bow and quiver to his back, completing the transformation from the gentle golden lord to the fearsome Balrog slayer. They walked in silence to the courtyard where the patrol had gathered to await their captain. Glorfindel suddenly felt the need to hold Erestor close and assure him he would return safely, but restrained himself from such a display in front of his warriors. Erestor�s eyes told him that the councillor understood and he merely offered a polite nod of farewell.

�May the Valar protect you all,� Erestor called as he watched Glorfindel mount and give the signal to ride. Suddenly the war brr brought his horse to a halt and looked back over his shoulder with a brilliant smile on his face.

�Have your sword ready for my return, Erestor,� he warned joyfully. �I know the answer!�
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