Today was a special day. Today, Lord Glorfindel Lord of the House of
the Golden Flower and seneschal of Imladris had reigned victorious on the
field of battle. In other words, he’d FINALLY beaten Erestor at a game of
chess. Plenty had been riding on the match as well. One day as a servant
to the councilor seemed like torture to him. Erestor spent all his days
inside while Glorfindel was always out and about. The seneschal could only
be inside for a short while before he began to fidget.
Now he waited for Erestor to come to him, arrayed as Glorfindel had
commanded. He actually giggled at the image that popped into his head.
Actually it was more of tortured moan. Erestor had been the star of his
nighttime fantasies for such a long time. When he had named his reward, he
was sure Erestor would balk. Yet, the chief advisor had surprised him by
agreeing.
He was staring at the windows into the night sky when the door behind
him opened. Glorfindel turned around to greet his visitor and stopped dead
in his tracks. His mouth dropped open and his body hardened in an instant.
Standing before him, his hair intricately plaited in many braids, his
cream colored skin covered in strategic places by ribbons, was Erestor,
Chief Advisor of Imladris. Glorfindel’s eyes wandered hungrily over his
flesh, aching to remove the ribbons and claim what was beneath.
“I am here as you commanded Hiren,” Erestor said proudly, “Gilded in
silver.”
