"Surely you jest, meleth!" Haldir said, puling away from Glorfindel, a look of utter shock replacing his former indignation.
Glorfindel merely laughed at the March Warden's rather modest take on the situation. "It is not as if we have not invited others into our company before, my love. Perhaps you would not find Erestor so intimidating if he were in a . . . more compromising position?"
Haldir snorted. "He does NOT intimidate me, Glorfindel. He irritates me with his lurid forwardness and his insidious commentary. Intimidation is not a factor."
Glorfindel's tone softened as he reached for the bristling Galadhrim's arm. "Haldir," he said gently, "whatever you decide is fine. I did not mean to pressure you into an encounter that you do not wish to be a part of."
Haldir sighed and gathered Glorfindel into his embrace, feeling the soft strands of flaxen hair kiss his cheeks with their tender caress as he nuzzled the golden Lord's chin, for his mate was a bit taller than he.
"No, it is I who am sorry, meleth-nin. I. . .do not know why I have reacted in such a manner. Eh, why does he irritate me so?"
Glorfindel cocked a graceful eyebrow. "Why do you rise to the occasion?"
Haldir chuckled. "Because I cannot let him have the last word. That simply would not do!"
Glorfindel laughed softly, kissing the top of Haldirs forehead. "I must go, my love. Lord Elrond awaits my presence at the council. We shall speak more of this later."
"Hmph," Haldir grunted. "There is nothing more to speak of." Taking the golden Lord's slender hand in his own, he brought it to his lips. "Beguile them with your wisdom, lirimaer."
The seneschal smiled at Haldir's gesture, feeling a flush creep upward to warm his cheeks considerably. Only Haldir could make him feel as if he were a shy elfling with his romantic advances. He bid his lover farewell and glided to where Lord Elrond stood, waiting politely near the edge of the gardens, unperturbed by Haldir's display.
"Look at you," Elrond teased, brushing a hand across Glorfindel's pale cheek, "you blush like a maiden, mellon-nin."
"Oh do be quiet, Heru. . ." Glorfindel chortled, linking his arm with that of Lord Elrond once more. "I love the arrogance in him, what more can I say?"
"You, my friend, love everything about that haughty March Warden," Elrond corrected him with a sly grin.
"Yes," Glorfindel mused, "I suppose I do, now dont I?"
The library was an absolute disaster. It appeared to Erestor that the chamber maid had not dusted the book shelves in centuries. Although the task was a daunting one, Erestor had begun it himself, for nothing disgusted him more than the sight of unkempt literature. Standing atop a stool that was much too short for such a purpose, he swept the grime from the wooden shelves with a clean polishing cloth, scowling at bits of ancient fluff settled upon the black velvet of his robes. Brushing them away most irritably, he paused, scratching his nose vigorously. Dust plumed around him like a foggy haze and he fanned it away, realizing suddenly that the reason the shelves were not cleaned regularly was simply because no matter how much dust he swept away, it merely resettled elsewhere. Including in his sinuses.
He sneezed twice in a most undignified manner, nearly losing his balance upon the stool. This, he decided, was certainly more trouble than it was worth! Climbing down from his perch, he nudged the stool aside with one foot and slid a book from one of the lower shelves, tucking it beneath the sleeve of his robe. Originally, this had been his purpose for even visiting Elronds lavish library, but the amount of filth caked up the higher shelves had distracted him from his quest.
Another sneeze erupted from him, nearly doubling him over with the force of it as he walked to the elaborate desk which was littered with scrolls from his earlier work. Pushing a loose strand of hair behind his ear, he frowned, rubbing his nose delicately. Such aggravations were most unbecoming to an elf.
Movement from the doorway caught his eye and Erestor glanced up with a sniffle to see the March Warden standing before him, a curiously intrigued look upon his face. A faint flush colored his cheeks at being caught obviously staring and the dark advisor smiled rather deviously, for it had become a habit of Haldirs to observe him as of late.
"Good evening Hald-. . .ehh. . ." Erestor paused, pressing the knuckles of one hand to his nose in an attempt to ward off what was most certainly becoming an annoyance, but to very little avail. He squeezed his eyes shut with a wincing grind of his teeth and sneezed again, the sound richly resonant and forced from the depths of his chest as he nearly stumbled, catching himself via the edge of the table, looking most annoyed to be inconvenienced by such a aggravation.
Haldir flinched visibly, unable to tear his gaze away from Erestor. Something about the sight of dark-haired elf losing control that severely over such a simple action was suddenly most appealing. "Galu," (blessings) he said, his usually smooth voice wavering as if from the effort of having to speak.
"Eh?" Erestor cocked a brow at the March Warden's sentiment, for never would he have expected the elf to speak kindly, much less bless him.
The archer was staring at him with such lurid fascination that Erestor resisted the urge to reach out and pinch him upon the arse just to see what he would do. Instead, his eyes fluttered closed and another hefty sneeze forced its way from his body, causing Haldir to twitch slightly, his hands fisting tightly at his sides. Apparently, Erestor's rather allergic fit was having some sort of bizarre effect upon the March Warden . . . and a libidinous one at that!
Erestors lips curved into a coy smile and he beckoned to Haldir with the fingers of one hand. "Come to me, Haldir. I think you would like to hold me while I do this."
The thought was positively ludicrous, but Haldirs feet were in motion before he could ponder the situation and he came to stand beside the strangely alluring elf. Erestor took Haldirs hands within his own, sliding his thumbs over the March Wardens knuckles before wrapping the archers arms around his waist and sidling up to him, pressing his back to Haldirs chest. The advisors hands grabbed Haldirs hips from behind, snaking across the curves of the lean body that molded so perfectly to his own.
Haldir longed to fight the perverse urges that built within him as the darkly sensual elf tipped his head back, lips parted, breath quickening to the rapid tug of Haldirs impending doom. The feel of Erestor's firm caress around Haldir's neck, fingers lacing together, preventing any escape, buttocks pressed brazenly against his crotch was enough to tweak Haldir's arousal into hardened life, and although he struggled to control the reactions of his body, he could not resist them.
"Do you like. . .when I make that strange sound, Haldiiiiir?" Erestor purred, hands winding in a serpentine caress beneath the curtain of silvery hair.
"Aye..." Haldir breathed, nuzzling the golden earring that dangled from Erestors left earlobe.
"Shall I. . . sneeze for you, then? Perhaps. . . on you?" Erestor taunted, eliciting a shivering moan of delectation from the March Warden who had begun to run his hands over Erestor's velvet cloaked chest, fingers toying with the silver buttons of the tightly fitted robes as if uncertain as to their removal.
One hand traveled downward, the other remaining behind Haldir's neck beneath the curtain of his pale hair as Erestor slid his fingers between Haldir's legs, stroking the growing hardness commandingly.
"Oooooh. . ."
Haldir moaned, his desire twitching beneath Erestors expertly manipulative fingers. 
