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While the Lord is Away	By : jenolas Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2800 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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While the Lord is Away

Chapter 7. Blind Hate
�Enter,� called Glorfindel in response to the knock on his office door. He looked up from the monthly patrol rotations he was working on to see the young Mirkwood Elf stag beg before himes des dark with an emotion Glorfindel was experienced and wise enough to recognise as hatred and insult caused by his rejection of his advances. He could offer no words of comfort to ease the pain, and so chose to keep the meeting as brief as possible.

�You sent for me, my lord?� the Elf asked coldly.

�Ai, you are to make ready to return to Mirkwood. I expect you to leave as soon as Lord Erestor has written a response to King Thranduil�s message,� he stated, dismissing the messenger with a nod and resuming his work. The Wood Elf made no move to leave however, instead he leant over the desk and grabbed hold of Glorfindel�s wrist.

�You may send me from your sight, but not before I make you pay for the way you treated me,� he hissed in a manner meant to intimidate the seneschal.

�Do not think to threaten me for I do not fear you child,� said Glorfindel with a contemptuous smile that was both cold and dangerous. As he pulled his hand free, the open ink bottle was knocked over and the dark liquid spilled over the edge of the desk, and dripped onto Glorfindel�s leggings. �I suggest you go straight to the stables and await the letter that I will see Lord Erestor writes immediately.�

Without another word, the young Elf left the office to do as he was bid. Glorfindel quickly cleaned up the mess on his desk, angry that several hours� work was covered in black ink, and then made his way back to his chambers to change into clean clothes.

He stopped at the library, expecting to find Erestor there, but the room was empty. Feeling an uncomfortable wetness as the ink soaked through to his skin, Glorfindel decided to change his clothes before seeking out his lover. He quickly discarded the soiled garment, and sighed with frustration as he saw the dark stains on his legs. Deeming a quick bath was in order the seneschal removed his tunic and retired to the bathing chamber.

Meanwhile Erestor had spent the morning finishing the task of sorting through the chest cent by C�rdan, and had found several books dealing with herb lore that he was certain would interest Elrond and the other healers. Rather than wait for the Lord�s return, he had decided to take the volumes to the Healing Hall. As he walked across the courtyard he had caught a glimpse of Glorfindel entering the house. He is probably seeking to spend some more time with me, he thought, thanking the Valar that his robes successfully hid his body�s excited respono tho the mere thought of his lover. He would certainly need such protection from prying eyes when the others returned from Mirkwood.
His desire to be held in Glorfindel�s loving embrace caused Erestor to rather abruptly drop the books on the Healer�s desk, and with no more than a polite nod of the head he walked swiftly back to the house. If the Healer noticed Erestor�s undue haste to return to his work, he said nothing, for the books were indeed of great interest.

Thinking that his lover had gone straight to his chambers, Erestor followed and entered the room without bothering to knock. He smiled as he saw a hint of golden hair on the pillow and he approached quietly, stopping to remove his clothes before slipping into bed with his beloved. He reached out to touch the Elf, but pulled back in alarm as he sensed that whoever this was, he was not Glorfindel.

�Who are you!?� He demanded as he rose quickly from bed bed and donned his robe to cover his nudity.

�I am Glorfindel�s latest lover, he no longer wants you,� replied the brazen young Elf.

Upon hearing the sound of his lover�s voice, Glorfindel, who was in the process of drying himself, saw no reason to dress and emerged from the bathing room with his arms open wide inviting Erestor into his embrace. The seductive smile he wore turned swiftly to outrage as he recognised the intruder who he realised must have entered his chamber while he was bathing.

�What are you doing here?� he demanded as pulled the young Mirkwood Elf, who had certainly proven that the stealth of Thranduil�s warriors was no idle rumour, roughly from his bed and threw his towel at him in a silent command for the young one to cover his naked body.

�Why resting in the aftermath of our passion of course, my love,� said the younger Elf as he adjusted the towel and then moved close enough to run a finger across Glorfindel�s lips. Glorfindel pulled away from the unwanted touch as if burned. �It seems my pleasuring of your body was so intense that you have lost your memory,� he whispered, smiling with satisfaction as he watched Erestor stand in what he believed to be silent defeat. Glorfindel was speechless with astonishment at the wanton arrogance of the young Elf, but his concern was for Erestor. He turned to see cold eyes glittering with fierce anger, and he begged him not to believe what certainly appeared to be the truth.

�This is that Mirkwood Elf I told you about this morning. He is not my lover, he is attempting to hurt me by making you believe I have betrayed your trust.� The counsellor said nothing but held his lover�s gaze for a few moments, and offered a brief smile of understanding. Then in a movement almost too swift for even elvish eyes to see, he picked up Glorfindel�s sword, unsheathed it and placed the sharp point against the now rapidly beating pulse in the younger Elf�s neck.

�You have no idea with who or what your are dealing, foolish young one,� he said, his voice ald ald as the steel of the blade that threatened to send the now terrified Wood Elf. �Glorfindel and I are bound by a love beyond anything you have yet experienced. We are two halves of the same heart and soul and not for even for the space of a single heartbeat would I ever believe he had betrayed my trust with you or anyone else,� he said his eyes never leaving the frightened ones.

�It is as I told you before, you do not know the meaning of love or else you would not have contemplated such a plan,� added Glorfindel as he came to stand behind Erestor and wrapped his arms about his waist. Without moving the sword from the Elf�s throat, Erestor leaned back into his lover�s embrace and turned to kiss him sweetly on the lips.

�I love you, myrog rog slayer,� he whispered.

�I love you, my fearsome warrior,� replied Glorfindel. �What shall we do with this unfortunate young Elf?� he asked his voice suddenly full of mischief.

�Please do not let him kill me,� begged the extremely agitated messenger. Glorfindel laughed.

�My sweet Erestor wields his sword well, but he is no kinslayer,� said Glorfindel with a smirk at the raised eyebrow his innuendo elicited from his lover.

�As soon as I give you the message to carry to King Thranduil, you will leave for Mirkwood,� said Erestor. The young Elf breathed an audible sigh of relief. �However, rest assured that if I ever see your face within the borders of Imladris again, I will be tempted to punish you as befits your crime,� warned Erestor as he ran the sword gently down the naked body, bringing it to rest against the base of the Wood Elf�s member. �Do you understand?� The young eyes widened with renewed fear at the threat of the loss of his elfhood and he quickly nodded. �Then get dressed and wait for me outside,� said Erestor as he handed the sword back to Glorfindel. In a few moments the door closed behind the young Elf, leaving the lovers alone.

�You are a wicked Elf, counsellor, and I love you with all that I am,� said Glorfindel as he placed soft kisses on his lover�s face and neck.

�Please do, and right now,� whispered Erestor seductively as he pushed the open bed robe from his lover�s shoulders causing it to fall to the floor, then stood back and dropped his own robes to join them.

�He will hear us,� the aroused seneschal reminded him in between groans of pleasure as loving hands caressed his body on their slow journey towards his aching hardness.

�He will be but one of many and perhaps he will learn something, but either way I care not. I want you so badly that I imagine the whole of Imladris will hear me scream your name,� gasped Erestor as he wrapped his hands around a sword of steel sheathed in satin and no more words were spoken.

As they lay entwined, resting in the aftermath of their passionate lovemaking, Glorfindel laughed softly.

�What amuses you, my love?� asked Erestor as he idly played with a few strands of golden hair.

�That young fool of an Elf achieved exactly the opposite eof his goal. His actions did not cause a rift between us, they merely provided us an opportunity to become even closer,� explained Glorfindel.

�Ai, but had there been any truth to his nonsense, there would be more than one elf in Arda missing a body part,� replied Erestor with a wicked gleam in his eye. �You are mine alone to love, now and always.�

�I know.�
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