Yeah Baby! I'm back and dangerous. After recovering from my disastrous 2 and a half year relationship (and thank you to the reviewer who said they laughed. Because come to think of it, now, so do i!lol) I realized I was letting you all down. So I got a sexy new hair cut, became a fire fighter, and joined the pistol club. Now I compete professionally. Anger management hey? So here we go. Back to the good old days. And it's about bloody time! Enjoy.

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Glorfindel was anxious. Close to a week had gone by, and he had seen little of Galdrion in that time. A sneer as he passed in the hallway, a shadow leaving the practice grounds, nothing more. and no one had seen hide nor hair of the six maids he had brought with him in this time either, although often the youngest, Sahara and Erstor could be seen walking together in the gardens, smiling shyly at each other, lost within their own world. Glorfindel smiled as he mused about this. It was high time that his old friend settled down, and Saharas gentle presence had been good for him.

He was fidgety. It felt as though he was poised upon a knife edge, waiting for something to happen, yet nothing did. The wait was killing him. He knew Galdrion was up to something. He had had enough. He would go for a ride. Calm his mind. Clear his senses, and then he would square things with Galdrion, once and for all.

The three trouble makers cackled to themselves. After the success they had had with getting Lorasar and Glorfindel together, they were determined to enjoy the same success with Sahara and Erestor. They had craftily locked them in to the library together some hours ago. The only problem was though, that the two of them hadn't seemed to have noticed. In fact, they didn't even know that they were locked in yet, from all outward appearances.

inside the library

The two sat close together, heads bent together as they talked of the customs of Sahara's land, Erestor dutifully annotating all that she said, careful not to stare at her lithe figure too often, and she careful not to stare at his strongly crafted features, that were so much more pleasing to her than Galdrions harshness had been. His dark hair, although unusual in a male of her people, suited him, and added to his charm. She tried to turn her concentration back to what he was asking, re-adjusting her gossamer face veil.

"I'm sorry, Erestor, would you mind repeating the question? I am having difficulty concentrating."

"Of course. You are more than likely tired from my avid questioning. Shall we stop for a short while, and take a walk in the gardens?" He asked, rising, and proffuring his hand.

"That would be lovely," she admitted, placing her hand in his, trying not to notice how it held on to hers a litle longer than necessary, and he trying to pay not attention to the soft caress of her figers as she removed her hand to walk towards the door. They both fought to regain controll, as Sahara tried to open the door

"Erestor?" she asked a little frightened, "did you lock the door?"

"No" he said, confused, making his way over, and trying to open it for himself. The door wouldn't budge. He shook his head, laughing to himself, as he rested his head against the door. The twins. Sahara looked at him as though he had gone mad.

"Erestor, are you alright?" she asked, a little concerned. he dashed tears of mirth from his eyes, that he too had been caught in much the same way that Glorfindel had. Wait. That would mean that his adoration for the dark skinned elleth was blatantly obvious. Fantastic, he thought in apparent disgust with himself. He never was particularly good at hiding his feelings.

"I'm fine. But it would seem, my dear, that we are locked in, at least until Elrond passes by this way, and sees his two sons in the hallway."

"Two sons? Why would they be in the hallway? They seemed innocent enough lads." she commented, before going back over to her chair before the fire. No sense in trying to get out of a room that was locked tight from it's only entrance.

"Trust me, they are all but innocent my Lady." He then proceeded to tell Sahara tales of the twins shennanigans, in many of them, playing up the folly of Glorfindel, (as any true friend would!) until she was laughing and had tears of joy streaming down her face.

"And then, the entire court walked in upon the two of them comparing the size of their phalluses!" he finished, as she gasped to catch her breathe in between laughter.

"Erestor...no more! please! I can't breathe! You are a fine story teller." She sat up from her place upon the chair, where she had fallen in her laughter. She sobered, her smile fading, as she rearragned her face veil that had fallen askew in her laughter, and she saw him watching her, an intensity in his gaze that she had never seen before, that had filled his whole frame as he watched her thrash about in her laughter, that seemed to have filled the room with it's silvery presence. He gently reached out, and took her hand in his. She looked from his long fingers, which had tenderly enveloped hers, back to his gaze, and felt something stir so deeply within her that she had cause to wonder if what she was feeling was a part of her or another being entirely. She cleared her throat hesitantly.

"Erestor," she near whispered, as the fire crackled behind her, casting the pairs shadow against the opposite wall, not two separate silhouettes, but rather, as one.

"Yes?" he answered huskily, his eyes never leaving hers, as her hand left his for a few momments.

"I wish you to look upon me."

He drew his breathe in quickly. From what he had learnt of her people, the women only ever fully bared their faces to their fathers, or their intended. To bare her face to him was bestowing upon him an honour that gave him reason to doubt his worthiness. She reached up, and pulled the thin gossamer that previously obscured her face from her, until her naked face lay bare to his scrutiny. His eyes traced a high cheek bone, a finely chiseled jaw, and full lips that seemd to call his name even when she was not speaking. His eyes meandered back up to hers, where unsurety clouded her clear dark gaze. He reached a hand between them, gently, hesitantly, placing it upon her cheek, framing her face with his other hand.

"You are beautiful," he whispered, as he saw all confusion leave her gaze, and he saw her smile, for the first time.

He leant in towards her, and she, forgetting all her inhibitions and fears, placed upon her by a world to which she did not belong, let herself become enveloped within the tender embrace of Erestor, and then his lips found hers, in the most gentle gesture of feeling she had ever experienced. His lips, hesitant, at first, then surer, spoke to her of a world that he had opened up for her, that shook her to her very core. His light chased away all shadows, restoring her hope, and left her tired soul and weakened heart stronger for having him. And in the silence that grew between them, she realised that she had never heard a more beautiful sound.