HOMIGOD. I'm back. W()(). Well here's chap 3..and Glorfy has a potty mouth and OMG there may, or may not be...some BOY KISSING. Which means one male. Kissing another male. Being homosexual...y'all remember where that back button is...RIGHT? So you've been warned. I own nothing. (I should also mention by the by that my narrative style is coming from my recent glutting on the various "Dexter" books by Jeff Lindsay...and we all know how I like credit where credit is due...) So yes, I OWN NOTHING! Sadly, nothing at all :( So don't sue me, because it's not mine...Thank you for all your reviews y'all keep me going! Feel free to let me know if there's something IN particular you'd like to see-ask Gemini Stones, I'm super flexible :D ENJOY

It was bothering me. Flat out. I ended up talking with the twins for a while (at which point I learned the things I already related) but I couldn't focus on it for much longer then the 2 hours we took to sit around and eat and drink. But I couldn't stop myself. I excused myself as soon as I could and found myself walking towards the library.

I know what you're thinking! 'Glorfindel You! In the library? What next? A quill in hand? Paperwork and patrol reports in on time?' But...no...Of course my going there was for that one reason, that god damned councilor.

Because as soon as Elrohir had said "There's something about him" in reference to that strange air he couldn't place I felt an electric jolt up my spine. I was not the only one to see him, to glimpse...IT. Elrohir of course shrugged it off as nothing but the dark elfs newness to Rivendell.

I thought at that point, that I knew better. My age, my life and my experiences made me suspicious of him as some kind of spy. That had to be it. As I walked towards the library with each step I took, I grew more angry and more righteous and more determined. As I broached the door I decided I would slip in unnoticed so I might ascertain his true nature and secrets, so I could expose him to Elrond and banish him to where ever he came from, ending up as the hero that everyone knew me to...

Oh dear sweet Elebreth. My suspicions, all my lofty knowledge disappeared. Entirely. What a fool of an elfling I was being. How could this...this...no tongue I've ever learned could describe what I saw now. And it was a damned wonder I didn't fall over into a book case at that very second.

He was sitting at one of the small work desks in a darker corner of the room, directly opposite the door. He had three books in front of him as well as the document that had seemed of such importance before. He had a quill balanced behind one ear and one in his hand, which he rolled neatly over his knuckles every now and again, brushing the tip against his bottom lip, somehow managing NOT to be sexually provocative but entirely too pleasing at the same time.

I had only JUST managed to conceal myself quite neatly in a rather comfortable spot-how often was this space used for such things like this...the seneschal in me wondered-when he lifted his head and looked around.

It wasn't the usual gesture though. He didn't raise his chin and bring his head to it's natural height, no. He rose his eyes ever so slightly and peeked out from behind his curtain of dark hair, and ONLY when he had ascertained that -to his knowledge- there was no one else in the room did he fully lift his head. After this he dropped the quill on the desk and retrieved the other one from behind his pointed ear, laid it next to it's companion. Quite promptly I thought I was going to either pass out or commit some very sullying deeds in my corner. He shifted his hips, arched his back and then reached one hand behind him to massage the small of his back. With a soft sigh he all but flopped forward and then raised his chin again, looking around carefully he paused at least a full minute or two before he shifted his hips again, and turning in his seat I was given an exquisite view of his face as he wrapped his long fingers around the back left hand side of his chair, straightened his back aligned his neck and twisted his upper body around. I could tell he actively repressed a moan as a series of cracks issued from the ailing region and with only the barest of sighs he bent back to his work.

Now, I have lived through more then enough Gods awful council meetings to have seen people do this before. I myself did it sometimes when I found myself on horseback before. Alternatively I have also heard that acts of healing aches and pains (massaging for example) can be extremely erotic. Never before have I believed it. And here we come back to the most irritating part of this elf.

The fact that instead of feeling like doing what I normally do, with my radiant good looks, charming personality, weighty reputation and ravishing skills in the bedroom. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, hold him close, ask him why he was pushing himself so hard, tell him to lay aside his books and all others be damned if he be not good enough in their eyes. I do not like sentimental horse shit. But here I was...

And there I stayed. For two and a half MORE hours I watched him. Crouched in my corner. Watching. All he did was read. He read at an unbelievable, exponential rate (now I don't normally skulk around watching people read...but I'm fairly certain that he reads faster then Elrond)

I damn near fell over myself when I heard the gong sound for dinner. Blinking my eyes I looked around, wondering if I had fallen asleep. My mind had just wandered off into some silly little day dream where I picked Erestor (Literally) up from his office and carried him off to the gardens. We talked and he told me everything (I was in the process of making up some little narrative about a sister he might have possessed when I was interrupted) and now...I was wondering how long I'd been going about such a stupid pursuit.

Long enough it seemed that I almost forgot my reality, as I only stopped myself from moving a split second before I fully remembered I didn't WANT him to see me. He looked up and frowned heavily, his lips pressed tightly together and he swept his head right and then left and then with a hefty sigh he marked his place in all three books, stood up and walked solemnly out of the library.

I gave him about ten minutes head start and then followed him trying to appear boisterous and hearty as I entered the dining hall. But my comrades were kind of pissing me off. To be frank. The meal was filled with their chatter, some about their families, most about their plans for their time off or lovers they were planning to conquest before they left for their 5 day patrols. I couldn't get my eyes, or mind off of him.

The dinner wasn't totally fruitless though. I learned his name. Officially. I had only ever heard others say it up until then. As he sat down quietly-for some reason he'd arrived at the table AFTER I did- he lifted his glass and poured himself a drink from the tea-pot as others helped themselves mostly to wine or water. Elrond lifted his head from listening to something Elrohir was recounting to him and when his son was done he smiled lightly "Councilor, this is my Seneschal, Glorfindel" he threw out quickly leaving them to their own conversation, almost as if he knew know it all for-seeing bastard.

"Seneschal, I have heard much of you" He said, and his voice was barely a whisper. His eyes didn't dare flick to mine, they came as far as my nose, he tilted his head to the side though and seemed almost...as if he was...smelling...me?

Shaking my head I imagined it off as more of my stupidity "Councilor! You're the talk of the hour! Call me Glorfindel, I don't hold much to formal titles" I boomed out.

He almost flinched and I felt a chip fall off my heart and resolved to speak in a softer tone from now on. "Well then You shall have to call me Erestor, for equality." He whispered back and then turned his attention to his tea and dinner.

"Erestor" I repeated and forced my usual smile, though by then all pretense was lost. Once again my blue eyes riveted to his form, and though I DESPERATELY tried to focus on the conversations around me...I couldn't. I hoped that there was no lust in my eyes, for I didn't want him to think I thought about him that way. I admit freely that I did want him...but as I have said before, I'll say again—not JUST to lay him down and FUCK him. I...wanted. Him. I. Wanted. All. Of. HIM.

I shook my head and distracted myself with food. Each flavourful bite doing none of it's job. Finally the meal was over and most retired to the Halls of Fire for some more drink, maybe something of Lindir's music...I knew it would seem extremely strange for me NOT to go, so I begrudgingly went (not so begrudgingly though as I went along I realized the EXTREME unlikeliness that Erestor would be there) so a grin took my face, as I thought that perhaps I'd find respite.

My spirits both rose to my throat and shrank to the shadows as I found him there. Sitting beside Elrond. But, my treacherous mind said, at least he didn't look happy about it. He was introduced to several other councilors and some of the junior advisers and scribes he had yet to meet.

I took up with my men in the corner and once again took to my usual hobby-of late- watching HIM. I couldn't take it very long and thought that perhaps if I could just get away...have the night to myself everything would make sense.

I got up and to my delight, no one noticed me as I stomped off, confused and frustrated at my deteriorating mood.

A nice hot bath had done WONDERS, and one hour later, dressed in the loosest of sleeping pants and little else I finished my stretching ((A/N Think tai Chi)) and collapsed boneless onto my chaise. Stretching out my long legs I closed my eyes and then tensed, I heard a sound...the sound of my door knob turning, and while I wasn't shy about my space or privacy the people who would come in without knocking were more likely to fling the door open boisterously shouting my name.

I opened my eyes slowly, only to find that the door was being eased closed, and I was face to face with a black clad back. I raised an eyebrow and stood up equally as slowly. The figure turned the lock and no doubt knew I was standing, but none the less said nothing to me.

He turned slowly and then it was my turn to gasp sharply.

I opened my mouth, but didn't have a chance to speak. Cold lips on mine, the taste of dark cherry tea, the sensation of long, ice cold fingers in my hair at the sides of my head, ice cold thumbs massaging the tips of my ears, teasing inside ever so slightly and then coming to rest just where the lobes met my neck. Then his tongue, so warm, the only heated part of him so far teased along my bottom lip, just ever so slightly.

I opened my mouth, not wanting to resist, I couldn't resist even if I HAD wanted to. But I sure as all the fires of Mordor was not going to take a backseat. I raised my hands and one slid to the small of his back yanking him hard against me, the other slid into his hair-soft as silk and twice as delicate. It filtered through my fingers like water or soft sand.

My tongue pushed against his and he eagerly let me take him over. I tasted him all the more and massaged as deep as I could, he clung to me, claw like fingers in my hair, on my scalp and as I kissed him, he began to sob.

I moved to break off the kiss and move away but he shook his head 'no' and drug me closer again, toppling me to my chaise he crawled on top of me, straddled my lap and kissed me all the more.

I began to taste the salt of his tears in the kiss, but something in my mind that was not OF my mind told me that he needed me. That I had something, that he needed. My hands moved, one to his hip to keep him steady and the other to caress one ice cold cheek.

At long, long last his sobs began to subside and with degrees of lessening we finally broke apart and I was able to look into his deep brown eyes. I had been expecting anguish, pain, fear, or some other emotion that would cause him to cry like this, but all I could see was the shyest, gentlest, softest joy, I had ever seen in another person. It was a terrified sort of happiness, but it was all Erestor and I reached up and brushed calloused warm fingers under his eyes to show him that I wasn't afraid.