Hi guys! I'm back! Yeheyyy! :3 So yeah.. I don't have any title for this one yet so I'll just think of something and update the title when it pops out. :) Enjoy reading and of course R&R! :))
Chapter 1
Erestor was doing some reports in his office when a soft knock came in his door. "Come in..." he said still writing in his desk. He was rather surprised when he raised his head to see who it was; It was Lord Glorfindel, the elf that has caught his attention since the the first time he came to Rivendell. 'Ahh. Glorfindel. The reborn balrog slayer. The same elf he has been inlove with. If only he knew.' His thoughts were cut off when the lord spoke "Excuse me milord. I'm sorry if I have interrupted you of whatever it is you're doing but Lord Elrond demands your presence in his office in an hour."
Erestor opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out so Glorfindel just bowed his head and left. 'What a wasted opportunity!' Erestor scolded himself. The two of them were not so close so they just speak to each other when needed and they have light conversation at night before retiring to their rooms. Sometimes Erestor catches Glorfindel taking glimpses of him but he never minds he just think that he was just imagining it. So he quickly finished his report's summary then went to Elrond's office. He knocked but without waiting for any response he opened the door. "Ah! Erestor, just in time, as always!" Elrond said with a slight laugh. "You know I'm not comfortable being late, mellon-nin." He said with a smile, "Now down to business I suppose..." he said while handing Erestor some papers.
"These are some papers made by Glorfindel about his warrior's training. I need you to scan these and tell me what progress has occured. I believe you have the previous reports to base it in?"
"Yes milord. I will do this first thing in the morning and have it given to you in the afternoon." Erestor said while scanning the papers. "Enough with the formalities Erestor! We have known each other for centuries but still you cannot bring yourself to call me Elrond." Elrond said with a stern look.
"I'll try my best to give whatever it is you demand my lord... er, Elrond." he said shyly "Good! I'm afraid I have to retire for the night. Goodnight Councillor." Elrond said with a smile "And to you to..." Erestor replied then left the room with his papers.
TBC...
So what do you think? It's a little short. And I haven't write any story for a time so I'm sorry about the grammar errors spellings etc. and I think I changed Erestor's attitude from a cold-hearted Elf to a soft one. so yeaahh. :) thanks guys.. :)