Disclaimer: I, sadly own none of these elf type people (except for Andrath, Calben and Ernath) or anything else although given a chance.... But we'll not go into that.

Erestor looked up from his paperwork. He had been trying to read a report, but apparently whoever had scrawled it seemed to be lacking in the fine art of penmanship. As a result, it looked like an orc had written it and Erestor was quite sure that he had a headache, (even though, being an elf, he wasn't supposed to get them). He was already in a reasonably foul mood before he looked up to see Glorfindel beaming down at him.

This of course, made his mood worse. "What do YOU want?" Erestor asked sourly.

Glorfindel grinned. "Is that a way to greet one of your oldest friends?" he asked sweetly, voice practically dripping with honey.

Erestor muttered something about robes and overly inquisitive elves.

"What was that you said, mellon nin? I could not hear you."

"I SAID that ever since you began discussing my private wardrobe with the general public, I have decided to put our friendship on hiatus."

"But Erestor, it was only Elrond."

"Elrond is neither Me, Myself nor I. Therefore, he counts as public. As do you.".

"You know what I am thinking, mellon nin?"

"Do I want to know?"

"You are absolutely right. It was very rude of me to question your wardrobe preferences. So I have decided to make it up to you by bringing you lunch."

There was a pause. "Have you been drinking?" Erestor finally asked suspiciously.

"Erestor! How could you say such a thing? Do you doubt my sincerity in this matter?"

Erestor chose not to reply to that question and looked at Glorfindel. His face was shining and a look of pleading was upon him. "Oh, fine," he growled "but if you have done anything to that food…"

"Mellon nin, do you not trust me?"

Another pause. "Oh, just bring in the lunch." He hated feeling guilty, and Glorfindel was laying it on quite thickly.

"Of course, mellon nin, I shall do as you ask."

He went out of the study for a moment and grabbed a wooden board with soup, an apple and a slice of blueberry cake on it. Glorfindel thought for a moment, then reluctantly took out a wine bottle that he had stolen from Elrond's stores earlier that day, and added it to the tray. He pulled the door back open using only one hand, and set it down in front of the somewhat distraught advisor.

Erestor regarded the tray nervously. It did contain all of his favorite foods and it did have the best wine in the whole of Rivendell, but still, something seemed wholly out of place. For one thing, he had never known Glorfindel to admit to being wrong (especially regarding his opinion). And to have Glorfindel go to the trouble of making (or at least bringing) him lunch only heightened his suspicions.

"What is wrong, Erestor? Do you not still not trust me?"

"I trust you with my life, Glorfindel, just –" He was about to say 'not with my food', when Glorfindel cut him off.

"Then what is all the fuss about? Erestor, you are acting like the twins during a prank war, suspicious of everyone and everything! I only want to make up…"

Erestor gave him a long look, sighed and said awkwardly "I apologize, mellon nin, for being so suspicious," and took a bite of the apple. It was quite good, so he finished it and moved onto the soup, spooning it up and placing it in his mouth.

Glorfindel grinned and said, "That's all right, especially since your suspicions were justified."

Erestor's mind seemed to be slowing down. He managed a weak "Glorfindel!" before sleep claimed him.

Glorfindel looked down at the sleeping Erestor and smirked. He knew Erestor would eat it just to stop the pestering, and a little guilt trip had done nothing but add to the flavor. Glorfindel regarded this as a well needed (and well placed) prank/makeover style-wise and since he had Lord Elrond's full permission to use whatever means possible to throw out Erestor's old robes he felt not the least bit guilty. Now on to the second stage of his scheme.

Andrath the cook, was having an extremely stressing day. First, Thranduil came early (just in time for lunch of course) while he was completely unprepared. Then Lord Glorfindel came in muttering about Erestor's favorite food and stole the cake and some soup. The day was complete however, when Glorfindel came in once again. This time requesting for a litter and two strong Elves.

"You need WHAT?!" Andrath practically shrieked.

"A litter, Master Cook, and two strong elves to help carry it."

"And why, may I ask, do you need a litter?"

"Why, for Erestor, of course."

He blinked. "Erestor?"

"Yes."

"Then why doesn't he come and get it himself?" Andrath asked, trying to keep his patience.

"Well he would, but it might prove difficult seeing as he is passed out on the floor of his study fast asleep and will in all likelihood remain that way for quite a while."

This elicited an immediate response. "He WHAT?"

"He is asleep on the floor," Glorfindel said patiently.

"But why? Is he all right? Is he injured?"

"No, he is only sleeping, but a litter –"

"Elves do not just fall asleep on the floor! There must be something wrong!"

"There is nothing wrong with Erestor, save perhaps his sense of style. He is merely exhausted from working throughout the night."

Andrath fixed Glorfindel with a beady eye and said suspiciously "He did not look too tired when I saw him earlier."

"Erestor is very good at hiding such things", Glorfindel said. "Now, if you please", he drew upon his full height and cloaked himself in an air of commanding officerness. "A litter!"

"Of course, Seneschal, of course," a slightly cowed cook said. "Calben! Ernath!" two Elves appeared. "Grab one of the litters from the stable, and bring it up to Lord Erestor's study."

"Lord Erestor's study?" one of the new Elves asked curiously. Glorfindel recognized him as Calben, a sometime soldier who had patrolled under Glorfindel once or twice.

Glorfindel silently sighed, he had chosen to visit the cooks instead of the barracks for the exact reason of avoiding inquisitive (and gossip-loving) soldiers. Now it seemed he would have no such luck. "Yes, Calben, the study that belongs to Erestor – the chief advisor to Lord Elrond. Now, MOVE!"

That always seemed to work, Andrath thought. Glorfindel may have been an extremely cheerful, happy Elf, but he was still a seneschal, still a soldier and still the one who would fight Balrogs. Going against what he wanted was never a bright idea.

The two other elves seemed to be thinking along the same lines as Andrath, and hurried to the stables, returning with one of the smaller litters usually used to carry injured or sick animals. Glorfindel beckoned them, and they followed him to the study where the sleeping Erestor lay.

Picking him up, Ernath, a brown haired, shy Elf asked, "But why is he sleeping?"

Glorfindel barely glanced at him saying, "Because he is exhausted and clearly needs his rest. Now bring him to his quarters and lock him in – but first, take all his clothes out of his wardrobe."

"Um – his clothes, sir?"

"Did I say otherwise?"

"Well, no, sir, but-"

"Just do as I say, soldier and never speak of this in the barracks." A pause "Or the kitchens." A second pause, this time longer. "In fact, never speak of this again." And so Erestor was locked away in his room, with his wardrobe in Glorfindel's hands – which was never a good thing.

A/N Oooh, yay, a slight cliff hanger (sort of).

I actually have reviews! Wow...thank you all so, so much! I love you guys. I'm not quite sure how many chapters this will end up being, so I will try to update again ASAP. THIS IS THE NEW BETAED VERSION SO EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU TO ELLEN BECAUSE SHE PUT UP WITH MY TERRIBLE SPELLING AND GRAMMER!

ELVISH TRANSLATIONS:

Mellon nin = my friend