Competitive Behaviour 1

By Naresha


Glorfindel rapped sharply on the door.  He sighed to himself; Erestor seemed physically incapable of being on time for any appointment. At least any with him… He wondered if Elrond had this much trouble with his advisor.

"Erestor!"  he called out.  The Noldo's constant tardiness was beginning to wear on his nerves.  He knew it wasn't an important meeting, but it was still a meeting and they had both agreed to have now.  Glorfindel had had enough.  He opened the door, his voice wearing thin as he spoke."Erestor!  Do you plan to keep me waiting all day, or were…"  The blonde Elf stopped short, shutting the door quickly behind him.  Is this why his friend was always late to their meetings?

"Well, well, well, my old friend!  I see I have come at a bad time."  Glorfindel tried hard to not laugh at the scene before him.  Erestor had obviously taken a fancy to the new maid helping in Elrond's kitchens.  Glorfindel hid his smirk behind his right hand, raising an eyebrow at the very angry Elf on the bed.  The young Elf maid blushed deep crimson as she hurried to straighten her clothing.  She scampered towards the door, her head down.  He stepped in between her and the exit,"You may wish to tidy your hair before returning to work, Ellegail."

"Yes, Lord Glorfindel."  The slender brunette slipped through the door he held open.

"It looks like you are back to your seductive best, dear friend," Glorfindel grinned at Erestor,"And once again, the Imladris' maidens can expect a drop in their number." he added laughing.

"You are mistaken, *friend*," Erestor slid off the bed, clad only in leggings, gathering his robe from the floor."Your timing has garnered them a reprieve," he pulled the robe on roughly,"For now." he added over his shoulder.

For a several moments, the room was filled with silence, as Erestor busied himself in straightening his appearance.  Finally, he turned to face Glorfindel.  The anger had faded from his eyes, in its place a smug smile glinted wickedly.
"My oldest friend would not be *jealous*, would he?  I believe that you have deflowered many virginal young Elves in Imladris yourself."

Glorfindel laughed as he seated himself on the bed,"That I have, Erestor.  But you forget – our tastes are wildly different."

Erestor smiled.  They always played this game.  He sometimes wondered why they continued to go through all these"formalities" when they both knew where it would lead."I do believe we have had this conversation before, Glorfindel.  And if memory serves me correctly, I believe that we established that our tastes are not so different."

Glorfindel smirked.  So Erestor wanted to get to the point did he?  Well…  He had kept him waiting all that time…  No, he would not go along this time, no matter how anxious he was to get to the end as well.

"My dear Erestor, forgive me.  Either your memory serves you incorrectly, or mine has failed.  I cannot remember the conversation you are referring to.  Perhaps you would be good enough to tell me?"

Erestor groaned inwardly.  Glorfindel wanted to play the game to its end; so be it.  He had little choice but to play along."I do believe that we discussed this at our last meeting, Glorfindel.  I distinctly recall heated debate over what you believed to be varying tastes but which I *conclusively* proved," he added with a smirking leer,"that we do in fact have very similar, in fact, almost identical, tastes in bed partners."

Glorfindel returned the smirk, a sharp blue eye quickly surveying the brunette before him. It was more than slightly obvious the need Erestor was suffering from.  Despite the heavy black robe, Erestor's stance gave him away at a glance.  Glorfindel, despite being in exactly the same predicament, had the advantage of being seated on the bed.  Carefully he rose, walking slowly over to Erestor, who stood looking out the window, anticipating his next move.  Gently he wrapped his arms around his velvet-clad torso.  He leant his head into his alabaster ear and whispered,"Conclusively proved you say?  I'm sorry, Erestor, but I'm still not remembering this debate.  Perhaps we should… re-argue it?  Reach a new conclusion?"  His fingers walked up the soft fabric, flicking the garment open as he went.  He trailed his fingers up the Counsellor's long neck, glancing down as the black robe fell open, revealing smooth, marble skin beneath it.  He pressed a light kiss to Erestor's neck."I personally think that a picture says more than words ever can.  Perhaps you could demonstrate this argument for me?" He punctuated his point by running his other hand up the inside of his partner's thigh, leaving it to rest against his warm groin.

Erestor sighed softly and sank back against Glorfindel's broad chest.  A million Orcs could  have besieged Imladris and he would not have cared.  They had been doing this for more years than he could count, and although it never changed, it never bored either of them.  He knew Glorfindel only came to him when he had no other partners, a fact that hurt him at times, but then again – he had gone to him the first time for the very same reason."I think I agree with you, Glorfindel.  Words can be so… ineffectual at times."

"At last!  Something we agree upon, Erestor."  Glorfindel's fingers began massaging Erestor through the soft fabric of the leggings.

Erestor drew a sharp breath.  Glorfindel was not going to get the better of him this time.  It was time to turn the tables on him. Erestor stepped away from the kneading fingers."I think – as you so kindly proved then – that we could also agree upon the fact that you have terrible timing.  Now if you will excuse me, I must go and apologise to the young lady you so rudely embarrassed with your ill-timed entry."  Erestor turned on his heel and headed for the door.

Glorfindel sighed; he did not know why Erestor was acting so strangely.  This was their"game", and they both played it by unspoken rules."Erestor," he called."You have forgotten something."

Erestor turned to face him,"I have forgotten nothing, Glorfindel.  I go only to deliver a message."

Glorfindel laughed,"Then you may wish to alter your appearance, dear Counsellor.  You are hardly in any fit state to be delivering messages.  Especially to any young maiden you may happen across."

Erestor glanced down at himself.  He silently chastised himself.  He had been trying to make a dignified exit and come out on top of the situation. However, in his haste, he had not cleared the fog of lust in his mind, and had forgotten that his robe was completely undone.  He refastened his robe, blushing a deep red, still cursing his body for ruling his mind.  He drew, held and released a few deep breaths, desperately trying to regain his shattered composure.  Feeling satisfied that he was now decently attired to venture out into public; he opened the door and stepped into the hallway.

As he walked, Erestor cursed himself once again for not controlling himself better.  It was only Glorfindel!  They had done this for centuries!  Neither of them was the type who wished to settle with only one Elf.  They both preferred to keep their options open as it were.  Everyone who knew his name would split their seams laughing, if they heard that Erestor thought he was falling in love.  They would die laughing if they knew that Glorfindel was the object of his affection.  The two were notoriously competitive, notably for their bedroom antics, but also for Elrond's affections, adulations, and praise.  In almost every part of their lives, they competed silently to out-do the other.  Erestor sighed as he sauntered down the hallway, in no hurry to get to the kitchen as it only meant he had to return to his bedroom sooner.  And he knew that Glorfindel would be waiting for him.  He had a very strong sense what it meant to be fair, and Erestor had not thanked him for pointing out his state of undress.  Which meant that Glorfindel would be looking to be thanked.  Thanked twice.  Once for pointing out his robe, then again because Erestor had not thanked him at the time.  He sighed again and continued the walk to the kitchen.

*    *    *

Glorfindel smiled when he saw Erestor walk out the door.  He knew he shouldn't, but he could not help but stare at the fine figure he cut.  He had never come across anyone so dignified, yet so sexually magnetic.  Every time he saw him, he was drawn to him.  And every time Erestor looked at him or spoke to him, his heart jumped in his chest like a silly Elfling with a crush. Every time one called on the other, seeking comfort and pleasure in their bed, Glorfindel was left with a longing.  A longing to reach out and stroke Erestor's hair, a longing to draw a bath and share it with him – a longing to do more than just satisfy the need for carnal possession.  But, Glorfindel knew that no matter how much he hoped, Erestor would always prefer to seduce a young Elf maid, than to settle with one for the rest of his years.

Glorfindel sighed as he walked out of Erestor's room.  He may not have a hope of winning his heart, but at least he was certain of having his body.  Glorfindel thought to himself as he walked the path to the kitchen, at least he could make the experience as pleasant as possible.  Erestor may not expect romance, but Glorfindel was in the mood for more than another night of intense passion.  He caught sight of Erestor at the far end of the hallway.  He was clearly not in a hurry to deliver his apologies to the young maid.  Glorfindel grinned.  That was even better – he had a chance to beat Erestor to the kitchen and organise a small surprise for when he finally returned to his room.

*    *    *

Erestor finally made his way into the kitchen.  He was surprised by what he saw.  Glorfindel was there, and talking to Ellegail! The young maid was blushing a soft pink and giggling, her head dipping shyly, as the statuesque Vanyar talked to her.  Erestor cleared his throat and raised an inquiring eyebrow, when the two looked at him.  Glorfindel leant in close and whispered in Ellegail's ear before straightening and walking past Erestor, acknowledging him with a small nod.  Just before he reached the door, he turned and addressed Ellegail,"You understand what I desire, Ellegail?"

She nodded enthusiastically,"Yes, Lord Glorfindel! I shall prepare now."  She turned and prepared to bustle off when Erestor stopped her.

"Ellegail," he called after her,"What did Lord Glorfindel want with you?"

"Nothing."  She turned away from him.

"You were deep in conversation with him, certainly that is not nothing!"

"He merely came to enquire about…" she took a deep breath,"The meal for this evening."

Erestor rolled his eyes.  Whatever Glorfindel was up to, he would find out soon enough."I take it he apologised for his… behaviour earlier?"

She blushed again,"Yes, sir.  He did apologise, most profusely in fact."

"Good.  Then I have no need to do it for him.  Provided you feel there is no grievance, then I am happy.  I shall see you later."  Erestor smiled and then headed from the kitchen.


Continued in Part 2

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