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A Planned Event	By : Erviniae Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5771 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 8
Gil-Galad awoke to an empty bed. Heaving a large sigh the king slowly sat up until he was sitting on the edge with his feet going into slippers? He blinked, not believing his eyes, Erestor was kneeling before him and slipping his feet into slippers. "I have a bath prepared for you my lord," Erestor spoke as he stood only to be caught in strong arms; arms that encircled his slight waist.

"You do not have to do any of these things for me, I can take care of myself you silly Elf," Gil-Galad shook his head in disbelief.

"Do I displease you, my lord?" Erestor stiffened in Gil's arms as he immediately lowered his eyes to the floor.

At first, Gil-Galad just stared with disbelief at the one in front of him. "Erestor, look at me, please sit," Gil patted the space next to him. Erestor did as was told to. Taking Erestor's hands in his, he tried to make this obtuse Elf understand that he wasn't a servant.

"Erestor, you never displease me, except when you think that you must serve me." Gil tried to get him to understand.

"All serve the king." Erestor stated with confusion in his eyes.

"Erestor, you are my lover, not my servant, do you understand that?" Gil raised his voice in frustration. He immediately regretted doing so when he saw Erestor cringe. Raising his hand to smooth Erestor's cheek made the slighter Elf flinch. "Oh my dear, whatever has been done to you? This is not Gondolin, you are free here." Gil-Galad ever gently caressed the smooth cheek before him.

"I know nothing but how to serve, my lord," Erestor whispered. "What does being free mean? I see all here go about serving as I do. I see no difference but for a house of my own that I do not even pay for. I do not work. How do I earn my keep? I dance at celebrations once or twice a year, does this earn my keep? I share my love with you, is that what earns it? And now you say I shall be an advisor, but it shall be in name only, for none of the council members will freely accept me except as their adjunct. I am not daft, Geel, I know what others say and see in me."

"This! This is why you would be a great counselor, Erestor." Gil beamed with pride, though the words just uttered stung at his heart. "You speak what others only think. You have such knowledge of how others react." Gil then took Erestor's hands in his. "Your son shall ever be proud of his father, that I can assure you."

'You can assure no such thing,' Erestor thought inwardly.

The High King, Gil-Galad, called an impromptu gathering of his council members. Seated at the top of the table and to the king's right was Cirdan. Rasadion, the king's chief advisor, sat on his immediate left. And so the line of progression moved down the long table, ending with the junior advisors, and interspersed with some of the king's captains. At the very opposite end of the king was the council table's newest member, Erestor. Erestor sat with his head held high, his back ever straight and his hands folded upon his lap. He could sit that way for hours without flinching. It would become unnerving to many in the future. Many looks were cast Erestor's way; some with disgust, some with indifference, others with longing at the exotic beauty. All looks had one thing in common, all were curious as to why the king's lover was sitting at their council table.

Rasadion who was clearly in the first category, leaned his head towards the king. "Sire, why is "he" here?" Rasadion glanced towards Erestor as he quickly added, "this is a council meeting."

Gil-Galad's eyes bore into Rasadion's, "Truly? I thought this was the weekly gaming table."

And with that the king stood, as Rasadion's face became flush with anger. Raising his hand, Gil indicated the start of the meeting. The room fell quiet as all gave the king their attention.
"Thank you all for coming on such short notice, I appreciate any inconvenience that I have caused you and ask your pardon." Gil-Galad looked directly into the eyes of all in attendance.

"As you all now know, Lord Cirdan, Master Rasadion and myself have chosen a location for our new home, it shall be called Forlindon, just north of the Gulf of Lune. I shall rule all of Lindon from this location with Cirdan watching the newly founded Grey Havens." All nodded their agreement, excitement clearly shone in their eyes."We already have our builders sent to begin work there. Within ten years, all should be ready for us, and none too soon, I fear."

"Now, as for the second reason for this council, I would like you all to welcome a new junior advisor to the fold; Advisor Erestor, would you please stand." Erestor did as was told to the audible gasps of all around him. The room then went as silent as the deep of the night. All eyes turning towards the king's lover.

"Sire, is this wise?" Rasadion immediately questioned whilst looking at his peers for reinforcement. Wordlessly seeing the slight nods of support, Rasadion continued his onslaught, "I beg your pardon Sire, but what does a Gondolin refugee , a... dancer if you would , know of advising?" What was unspoken but clearly understood was the word lover, though that remained unsaid. Quite a few nods agreed with Rasadion. All this time Erestor stood, stoic, unflinching as he was talked about and around, but never directly to.

The High King glared at Rasadion, "Rasa, what do any of us have as far as qualifications go to do what we do? Hmnn? Each day Elves put their trust in us to do what is right for them, last time I checked, there were no classes for such a thing."

"Granted Sire, but...but..." Rasadion was at a loss for words.

"Why not say what all are thinking?" Cirdan spoke up, annoyed at the petulant Elf before them. Rasadion had the grace to blush, but held up his hand in concession.

"My king," Cirdan continued, "why not enlighten us to why you chose Erestor for this task? Perhaps that will quell any misgivings?"

Gil-Galad nodded and put a hand upon Cirdan's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. "I trust his counsel. It is wise, unbiased and well thought out. He ever has an eye and ear upon the pulse of everything. In time all will come to see as I do, the wisdom of my choice."

They heard snickering between two of the junior advisors. Gil's head snapped their way. "Please enlighten us Glavier as to what is so funny?" The king asked with deadly calm.

Glavier visibly gulped, looking around nervously. "N...nothing my lord." He stammered.

Gil glared but did not pursue. "Anyone else have something valid to say?" Gil asked once more as he gazed at Glavier who had the sense to look down. All shook their head no and so the council was dismissed. Before Glavier left, however, Erestor turned to him.

"You will NEVER have the pleasure of my company in your afterglow, do not worry." Erestor hissed at Glavier through clenched teeth as he strode out of the room before even Gil-Galad could catch up to him.

"This will be a hard path my friend, a hard one indeed," replied Cirdan as he shook his head.

"Aye, it will," sighed Gil-Galad deep in thought.

TBC......

Rasadion � twelfth son

Glavier- babbling one
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