Mîrgaer had watched the exchange with concern and seeing the fair-haired elf leave the hall cursed. Erestor laughed, "My dear friend you really should learn to curb that tongue of yours, such words are hardly befitting a Lady!"

"I am sorry Erestor, I have to go" Mîrgaer extricated herself from her friend's embrace, looking quite flustered and a little angry.

"What is wrong?"

"Nothing, you stay here, I will be back presently." Erestor frowned as Mîrgaer swept across the hall and out through the doors to the garden.

She raced down the stone steps and slowed as she came to the lake. This was a favoured haunt of lovers when such events were in progress and she feared what she would see, though it was early in the evening yet and she was relieved to find that the lakeside was mostly empty.

She easily spotted the two elves, sitting upon one of the benches by the lakeside; they appeared to be talking, though she was not close enough to hear their words. Deciding to give them the benefit of the doubt, she held back and kept to the shadows. Just as she was thinking that perhaps she had misjudged the situation the younger elf made a move and her keen elven sight could see his hand working it's way under the new captain's tunic to the skin that lay beneath.

Stepping from the shadows, she cleared her throat as loudly as she could and walked up to the couple.

"My apologies for interrupting your 'discussion' but I need to speak with you at once brother."

The younger elf looked irritated by the interruption, "can this not wait Mîr?"

"It cannot, walk with me. My apologies captain." Glorfindel nodded his acceptance of the elfling's apology as his companion rose; he suspected that if the younger elf could have gotten away with refusing her, without seeming heartless, he would have done so.

"This better be important Mîr."

Mîrgaer looked at her brother accusingly, "What are you doing?"

"I do not think that is any of your concern, scallywag" he replied looking faintly amused.

The elfling frowned, "You are toying with two elves that are dear to me, and attempting to seduce one who's heart is not available, you are my brother of course it is my concern!"

The fair-haired elf stopped, and halted his sister with a touch to her arm; he smiled fondly, "You claim to know the captain's heart, that is presumptuous of you! There is sometimes more to seduction than the acquiring of another's heart. You are still young, little one; this is beyond your comprehension, though in time you may understand."

Mîrgaer pouted, "I do know his heart, leave him be!"

"That, I cannot do, scallywag, return to your elfling friends and bother me no longer." With his parting words the fair-haired elf turned away, and made to return to his golden prize.

Mîrgaer growled and stalked off, recognising that she could do no more.

Glorfindel looked up as his companion returned. He could not deny that this elf was uncommonly fair and seemed more than willing. It had been long since he had indulged himself in lust. Aye, he recognised the feeling, as little more than that base emotion. He had felt restless for some time now, though he had never been an elf to take a different lover to his bed each night, he was quite content for the most part with his own company and his own hand, but recently he had felt the urge to take another. He pushed aside the rebellious thought that insisted that his needs were quite specific. Nay, this elf would do well enough.

"Is all well?"

"Aye, she is well enough, now where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?" the young elf smirked, hooded eyes searching out Glorfindel's. "I think it was about here." And with that vague comment he brushed his lips against the captain's.

Glorfindel hesitated for only a moment before his base needs took over and he wrapped his arms about the younger elf's slight form and deepened the kiss.


A hand caught her arm and she skidded to a halt.

"Mîr, why are you running about the hall like an elf possessed?"

"I am sorry Ada, but I cannot find Erestor, I must find him."

Rosuil glanced about the hall briefly before answering, "I thought he was with you in the garden child."

Mîrgaer's eyes grew wide, "The gardens? Nay! Oh nay!"

"Mîr?"

"I have to go Ada." Rosuil shook his head bemusedly at his youngest child. Releasing her, she made to run.

"Walk Mîrgaer!" Mîrgaer brought herself up short, walked three paces and broke into a run.

Rosuil rolled his eyes.


Erestor stood motionless, his eyes fixed upon the scene of his beloved friend, kissing another, caressing another, and he thought his heart would break right there. Some part of him told him to flee, but another was transfixed by the erotic performance being acted out under the moon's rays.

"Come away, Erestor, come away." Mîrgaer's voice urgently whispered in his ear, he felt her tug at his arms before resorting to more definite action; she wrapped her arms about his waist and forcibly dragged him backwards with all of her strength.

Glorfindel's unease was increasing; it had started in the pit of his stomach and grown to consume him. He opened his eyes, which he had closed automatically when the kissing had deepened, and what he saw startled him for a moment, for where were the dark eyes he saw in his mind's eye? The sound of twigs breaking and of two bodies hitting the ground gave him an excuse to break off the kiss, his companion grumbled.

"What was that?" He looked towards the sound and imagined that he saw a small dark figure standing there.

The younger elf smiled against his neck, "likely two lovers falling upon each other in passion, and like them, I grow tired of foreplay."

Glorfindel stared at the shimmering surface of the lake, his young companion was suckling at his neck, was marking him, and finally he wondered what he was doing and why, when his heart rebelled against it.

"Stop."

The fair-haired elf raised his head, "My Lord?"

"We have dallied long enough, I must return to the hall."

"But… but I will see you later? You will come to my chambers?" The elf stuttered, quite perturbed by this turn of events.

Glorfindel rose, he looked at his companion for a long moment before replying, "I do not think so."

The younger elf jumped to his feet, and moved to stand between the Golden Lord and his escape, "Surely you do not mean this," he let his hand caress his companion's cheek.

Glorfindel laughed, "I can assure you that I generally say what I mean, I have never seen any sense in doing otherwise, our tryst is over my young friend, for my heart belongs elsewhere."

The fair-haired elf took a step back, his hand falling limply to his side, his head bowed.

Glorfindel smiled fondly, for he felt no ill will towards this elf despite his none too subtle attempts at seduction. Moving forward he cupped the younger elf's chin and brought their lips together in a chaste parting kiss. "You are quite fair my young friend, do not feel badly, and heed your sisters words in future, she is surprisingly wise."

The younger elf snorted, "She is an impetuous rascal."

Glorfindel laughed, "She is that too. Good Eve to you fair one." He bowed with a flourish, and walked back to the hall. He felt the need to find Erestor and hoped he could persuade the young elf to dance.


A/N

CapriceAnn Hedican-Kocur – remember that some bad things can bring people closer together :o)

Crecy – thanks for the inclusion on your c2, I'm glad you are still liking it :o)

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