okay, it's just a bad day...so I am sorry it's short...
CHAPTER 3
Erestor walked through the numerous halls of the Last Homely House. He finally made it to his rooms and went inside, deciding he did not want to see anyone else that day. He set everything he was carrying down on his desk and sat down on his couch. Why did that damned Elithraniel make things so difficult? and how DARE Glorfindel accuse him of being in love with her? He felt like grabbing the nearest blunt object and hitting someone with it. He shed his robes and went to lay on his bed. He was not tired, but only wanted to rest a few moments before that obnoxious blond elf came knocking on his door. Erestor never knew a moments peace. Elithraniel constantly thinking she was out doing him, Glorfindel and his immense chatter, the Scribes asking him every two minutes where something was...
Erestor put a pillow over his face. It was too much for him to bare at times. He threw the pillow to the floor and began to walk back to the sitting room. Why did everyone purposefully try to annoy him? Was there something that attracted all irritating elves to him? Erestor rolled his eyes at himself as he sat on the couch once again. They all just thought he was an ill tempered, cold hearted Advisor. Someone with no feelings. Erestor laughed. He could not prove them wrong or else they would want to be around him all the time. Suddenly, there was a knock at Erestor's door. Sighing, he stood and answered it. He felt like groaning when he saw who stood there. It was Elithraniel.
TBC..