Disclaimer: Lord of the rings does not belong to me
C2: If you would like to put this story in a C2 please ask
Warnings: Yaoi/Slash
Pairings: Glorfindel/Erestor
Author's Note: Please tell me what you think of the story, I would really like to know if I should continue

Everything about you
By Clio Leanan Sidhe

Chapter one

Pale long fingers trailed over the rug of the dark brown book, it was old, surely one of the oldest books in the large library of Imladris. A enjoyable silence swept through the library. The sun shining brightly, illuminating the large rows of books. Inside the almost empty library no one made a sound, afraid to break the delicate silence. Between some of the bookcases stood a young raven haired elf, holding the brown book in his pale hands.

He opened it with utmost care, almost as if the book would fall apart if he touched it, and started reading the first words. Tresses of raven hair fell over his shoulders and upon the pages. The young elf carefully tucked them back behind his pointed ear and leaned backwards until he felt the bookcase against his back. His dark eyes scanned over the page, followed by his long fingers. A small smile found a way to his lips as he turned the page.

The comfortable silence in the library was broken by a deep elven voice, which belonged to one of the Lords of Rivendell. "Chief Counsellor..." Erestor couldn't help but look up when he heard the hint of amusement in the husky voice. His face remained stoic as he rested his dark eyes upon the blonde elf.

"I am busy..." Erestor commented rudely and returned to reading his book, turning his back towards the other elf.

Glorfindel grinned and stepped closer to Erestor, looking over the smaller one's shoulder. "Why are you always so rude?" The blonde asked, his voice amused and filled with laughter.

"Why are you always so annoying?" Erestor returned and glanced at the other elf from over his shoulder. He stayed quiet for a long time, just as Glorfindel. When one finally spoke it was the blonde elven Lord.

Glorfindel started laughing, once again cutting through the silence which was no longer comfortable. "Well, this conversation is certainly starting with our daily routine."

Erestor spun around and stepped away when he noticed how close he was standing to the other. He looked down at the book which was he held tightly between his trembling hands. "If you dislike our 'daily routine' then maybe you should leave me be." The raven haired elf placed the book back onto the bookcase in it's original place and passed Glorfindel.

He could hear the footsteps of the other as Glorfindel followed him. Erestor sat down behind his desk, pulling his paperwork towards himself. He took his quill and started writing, simply ignoring Glorfindel who leaned against his desk before helping himself up and sitting down on the side of Erestor's desk.

"As you know, dear chief counsellor," Glorfindel started and crossed his arms, looking down at Erestor. Locks of blonde hair fell over his shoulders, framing his face. "It is almost Midsummer's eve and-"

Erestor interrupted him with a bored voice. "And as you know I am not going to partake in such nonsense..." He looked up at Glorfindel and lay down his quill, crossing his arms and resting them on his desk. He smiled sweetly at the blonde Lord and watched the other for a reaction.

Glorfindel cleared his throat. "As I was saying," He continued as if Erestor had not said a word. "It is almost Midsummer's eve and I wish for you to join me at the feast."

Erestor sighed and shook his head. "How wonderful it must be to become drunk, act like a fool and be ashamed of yourself the very next day." He stated and then returned to his work. "I know that I will surely miss this but still I pass, maybe another would like to accompany you."

Glorfindel sighed dramatically and placed a hand over his heart. "You break my heart, Erestor." He said as he leaned towards Erestor and tried to catch the other's eyes.

"I do not believe your heart will break this easily." Erestor decided and looked up, getting slightly annoyed that Glorfindel would not leave him alone while he was working. "You have many admirers, they will soothe and heal your heart if you would ask them."

Glorfindel pushed himself off Erestor's desk and placed his hands on his hips, facing Erestor who was looking up at him with mild annoyance. "But they could not," He mused and smiled. "For my heart can only be healed by the one who holds it, and that, my dear Erestor, is you."

Erestor rolled his eyes and picked up his quill once again. He looked down at his paperwork as he replied with a emotionless voice which only seemed to hold coldness and anger. "Do not mock me." He hissed. "I do not hold your heart for I have never asked for it."

Glorfindel nodded. "I agree, you have never asked for it." But then he continued, keeping his eyes filled with laughter. "But you took it with your fairness." He breathed, knowing he would surely anger Erestor with those words.

Erestor did not look up, his grip tightening on his quill. "As I said before, Lord Glorfindel, find someone else to accompany you, for you will not find me there." He started and then quickly continued. "Now, would you please leave, I have many things that I need to do."

"Very well." Glorfindel muttered and cleared his throat. "Enjoy your day, Advisor."

Erestor watched the blonde leave, holding his breath while Glorfindel walked towards the large doors of the library. A sigh escaped from his pink lips when Glorfindel had left the library and he looked down at his work once again. He started working, but his mind was elsewhere as he worked.

He did not understand why Glorfindel would even take the time to ask him for the Midsummer's Eve feast. He did not like feasts, nor did he like the idea of gatherings. It meant he would have to spend time with other elves and it was not that he disliked them, he just did not know how to spend time around them.

"Chief Counsellor."

The raven haired elf was pulled out of his thoughts and looked up only to be greeted by one of the servant's from Elrond's house. He smiled at the young elven woman, taking in the sight of her brown curls and warm green eyes. "Lord Elrond wishes to speak with you."

Erestor nodded. "Thank you." He whispered before laying away his paperwork and standing up. The young servant left in silence and Erestor soon followed, walking through the quiet library. A pair of elves greeted him quietly as he passed.

The walk through Elrond's house was spend in silence for Erestor, some elves greeted him but he only shared a polite nod with them before quickly continuing his way. When he finally reached Elrond's rooms he knocked on the light wooden door and entered as he heard Elrond's voice telling him to enter.

Inside sat Elrond behind his desk, in his right hand he felt a quill while the other held the paper works which he had probably been reading. He looked up at Erestor and smiled brightly, mentioning for Erestor to sit down.

The raven haired elf sat down across from his Lord and fumbled with a piece of his robe. "You wished to see me, Lord Elrond?" He asked eventually, looking up at Elrond and intertwining his own fingers after straightening his robe from imaginary wrinkles.

Elrond nodded and lay down his quill. He sat back in his chair and leaned his hands on the table, letting the sides rest on the dark mahogany wood in fists. "Yes," The dark haired elf started and frowned. He rubbed his temples, almost making it look like he was trying to find the right words for what he wished to tell Erestor. "It is almost the 24th of June..."

Erestor frowned. "Lord Elrond, please do not ask me to join the festivities."

Elrond sighed and rubbed his temples, closing his eyes for a mere second. He let his hands fall to his lap and opened his eyes, resting them on Erestor. "I am asking you," He started and saw Erestor's face falter. "At least come the night before Midsummer's day, I would be grateful."

The raven haired elf tucked strands of his hair behind his ear, frowning. You could clearly see that he was confused, not knowing if he should or shouldn't go. If he should listen to Elrond or to his own mind. "But I have no partner." He suddenly said and looked up.

Elrond looked amused. "Then you will come without one."

Erestor sighed. "Very well...if you wish…" He eventually muttered, his stomach turning and leaving a sickening feeling inside of his body.