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D. dissolute (dis'so-lute) a.: licentious; loose in morals

Erestor/Glorfindel

Erestor moved with quiet purpose around his study sorting and arranging the various scrolls throughout. He barely glanced up when someone entered his sanctuary without waiting for his permission. He just continued with what he was doing.

"You give me no greeting, Chief Counselor?"

"I did not seek you out neither did I bid you enter. A greeting would be encouraging bad manners, do you not think?"

"I have been told a many of time that I do not think...most of them I believe have been by you." A faint hum of agreement met his statement. "I was on my way to see our Lord when I was assaulted by thoughts of your incomparable beauty, so I decided to visit you." Black eyes cut in his direction.

"You are on the way to see your lover...I mean our Lord, yet you are detoured by the mere thought of my beauty? Does our Lord realize just how dissolute you really are?"

Glorfindel smiled, walking over to stand behind the serious elf. He ran a hand lightly over the black waterfall of hair. "Our Lord knows many things...about me, about you. He is not overly concerned with the state of my morality."

Erestor turned to face the blonde, removing his hair from his possession, "I have often wondered at our Lord's blind spot when it comes to you. How such a remarkable elf could have such bad taste is beyond me."

"Lately, I, too, have found myself questioning his taste. Especially, as it seems he has taken a bit of a personal interest in you, Chief Counselor. Is there something you are not telling me, Master Erestor? Is that how you got to the top of the ladder...by climbing trees?"

*SMACK*

Glorfindel touched the red imprint on his cheek lightly, reverently. His voice was thick with heat when he spoke, "I have always known there was hellcat behind the ice. I can not wait to be beneath you, to stare up into your eyes as you take your pleasure in me."

Fury faded out of black eyes leaving a cold stillness, "You do not have to wait, Lord Glorfindel. You are already beneath me. Please, show yourself out like you showed yourself in."

The warrior left slowly with a lingering glance. In the hallway, just outside the door, he met Haldir. The hazel eyed blond looked at him quizzically before falling into step beside him. "I have been looking for you to see when it is most convenient for us to arrange the guard transfer."

Glorfindel nodded. They walked a piece more in silence. Haldir opened his mouth then hesitated. Closed it. Glorfindel smiled slightly. "Go on, ask your question."

"Why do you antagonize him so? It would seem to behoove you to try to get into his good graces...if you want him in your bed."

"Erestor does not have good graces. Besides...his...disdain for me makes me hard."

Haldir said nothing. Some things were not meant to be understood.

Tomorrow the Letter E.