A/N: Tolkien's stuff NOT MINE I OWN NOTHING! (Well...I own a dog, but that's neither here nor there...) OMG. Glorfy says a bad worrrd *le gasp* so you've been warned...ENJOY!

Well that answers that question...he was a councilor, Elrond's newest. He had arrived when I had been off and away fighting battles, defending the borders (wandering around on horseback for 6 days with nothing to do because my warriors are far too good at their jobs) doing my job.

I learned everything I thought there was to know about him in 2 hours some from one of the guards stationed IN the last homely house, and some from Elledan and Elrohir. He was old, but not as old as Galadriel, he spoke 9 languages that they knew of, but they were sure he probably knew more. He was smarter and infinitely more clever, not to mention well read, then any of Elrond's -other- councilors. He was also, according to my comrades, incredibly shy.

He rarely spoke face to face with someone, preferring to either focus on his writing, his reading, his quill, or his feet then lift his eyes to meet the eyes of others. He wore his hair only back enough so that it didn't fall in his eyes while he read, he preferred (according to Elledan) the dangling curtain to hide behind if the need assailed him for any reason.

The only person he seemed to have any comfort towards, was Elrond. Elledan and my soldier both shared the opinion as well that he was shapeless and too odd to be attractive. Elrohir simply noted that there was something about him, an air or a feeling that didn't seem to quite mesh with everything else.

I frankly, don't give a shit what they say. I still can't get him out of my mind. Couldn't all the rest of that day, and I admit freely that I stared at him every available moment. My eyes found him as I came back from my bath, he was still in the hall but had a small group of scholars around him, as he explained something in the text.

He grew more and more uncomfortable though as they gathered around him, and I noticed he had the strangest way of shifting his physical body away from them without moving his feet. Creating a distance between himself and the others that they didn't seem to perceive.

Though I couldn't understand from my position exactly what he was saying I couldn't help but watch his lips as they moved. Small and perfectly shaped they held none of the plump roseate quality that would normally be deemed sexually provocative, they weren't pouty and sultry, they were in fact, small and thin-but they fit his face perfectly. He seemed to almost curl them back as he spoke, as if he was using any and all means to pull himself further from the vision of the people he was talking to, bringing their attention to the document he held, and not he himself.

His nose was sharp and thin, as were his cheekbones and chin-all small and sharp and chin. But his eyes, Elebreth! His eyes...they were the a tone of brown...like melted chocolate, swirled with black and dotted with the softest hints of green.

His hands as I have said before drew my attention the most. Excruciatingly long,and exotically slender streaked and stained with inks of all colours. The way he drew his forefinger along the document captivated me and I wondered what had taught him such a gentle caress.

Soon though, too soon for my enjoyment the small knot of elves broke apart and went off in their own directions leaving Erestor holding the document and looking...dissatisfied.

He looked up as if he sensed my eyes on him and I felt no shame in holding his gaze...which he only did for the merest breadth of a second, but that one second was all it took and I felt...inflamed. Not with lust, (although it was certainly present) but with passion and desire...I wanted to know this elf, I needed to know him...and as I stood up, my charming grin plastered on my face as I walked towards him he turned tail and fled!

All but running up the hall he disappeared down a hall that led to the library and in the distance I could swear I heard the door slam.

In stead of feeling slighted or hurt...I felt...exhilarated...amused...excited... What else would I find in this strange councilor?