Title: Finding a Touch. pt.1/4

Author: Deathangelgw

Author email: deathangelgw@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: Oh so preeeeetty! Oh so sweeeeet! Oh so NOT MINE!!

Warnings: AU, slash, sap, sweet, angst, dark, naughty Elves…

Rating: Starts off PG-13 and sloooowly slides to NC-17. Eh, what can I say?!

Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, with added Erestor/Elrohir/Legolas, Elladan/Glorfindel, and hinted Elrohir/Legolas/Elladan

Summary: Glorfindel tries to help Erestor relax, but Erestor doesn’t like the results...yet!

A/N: This started out as a simple discussion between two authors, Apollonia and myself. Then…it grew into a challenge! Bwahaha! *snickers* And what I thought was going to be a PWP grew a plot. So here we go! Thanks to MA for the beta! Love ya gal! Enjoy and please review!

'thoughts'

A soft hiss of discomfort floated around the library where the Chief Councilor of Imladris, Erestor, was working. He shook his hand, trying to get out the unnatural cramp within his hand, glaring at the offending appendage as he shook it before resuming his copying of the ancient scrolls before him.

Sparkling blue eyes watched the persistent Councilor from the archway, unbeknownst to the dark haired Elf. Glorfindel came in silently, eyes tracing over the rigid posture, the frowning facial features and the pile of unfinished missives to the right of the Elf scribe. He shook his head, sighing inwardly. 'Ai, he works too hard!' he thought in fond annoyance before coming to the desk.

Too intent on his work, Erestor didn't even notice the scrutiny he was earning as he delicately went through the writing, copying it once more on clean parchment in his neat script. He nearly jumped out of his skin though as a hand fell on his shoulder. "AI!” Laughter made the startled Elf Lord look around swiftly and glare at the laughing Seneschal. "Glorfindel! What are you doing here?" he demanded, huffing as he shrugged off the touch irritably and straightened his robes.

"I have come to relieve you of this tedious work, Lord Erestor." Amusement tinged the melodious voice as Glorfindel leaned in and propped his chin on his hand that braced itself on the desk. He smiled winningly as the ebony haired Elf shot him a look of distrust. "I speak true! You are going to become stuck in that posture until the end of days, mellonen!" he exclaimed, laughing as Erestor growled softly and glared at him once more.

"What is it that you *want*, Glorfindel?" Erestor said softly, nearly snapping the words out in his irritation. His dark eyes glanced coolly at the blond as he fiddled with his quill.

"Let me try to help. I learned some things that are a guarantee to relax!" Glorfindel said softly, smiling charmingly.

Sighing heavily as he rolled his eyes heavenward, Erestor sat back and threw his quill down. "Fine! You will persist like an ant until I say yes, so I may as well concede and let you have your way!" he muttered in exasperation, frowning darkly.

"Excellent! You shall not regret it!" Glorfindel said in delight as he stood up, and then went behind Erestor's rather high-backed chair. He frowned, and then grinned. 'Ah, this shall be fun…' he thought in amusement as he sat on the desk before the Councilor, smiling innocently as a cocked eyebrow was raised in query. "Lay your arms and head on my lap."

"What?" Erestor asked in a soft voice, his other eyebrow joining the first in a look of incredulity.

"Lay your head on my lap on top of your arms. Your chair has too high a back," Glorfindel repeated matter-of-factly, grinning widely as Erestor sighed heavily once more and followed the 'orders'. He placed his hands on the tight, yet discretely powerful shoulders and began kneading into them slowly. He worked along the top of the shoulders up into the neck, where he rubbed along the scalp line. He then moved his fingers back down the slowly loosening neck to the shoulders and began working once more in them.

Erestor closed his eyes and moaned at the feeling of the strong hands as they worked out his tension. 'Oh this is bliss!' he thought in relaxed delight as he felt knotted muscles slowly lose the battle to the determined fingers. But while he became loosened up, something grew tighter lower down. To his alarm, Erestor realized he was becoming aroused swiftly by the touches. Subtly, not wishing to be teased for this lack of bodily control, he adjusted himself with a bit of shifting.

However, that didn't last, for as Glorfindel dug into his knotted middle back, Erestor climaxed. He gasped in pleasure, then mortification as he trembled from the wave of pleasure that washed over him, and then froze as the fingers stopped on his back.

"Erestor? Are you all right? Was I hurting you?" Glorfindel asked in concern as he watched the other Elf in worry. He sat back as Erestor sat up, noting in confusion the flushed cheeks and breathlessness of the Councilor. "Erestor?"

"Thank you for the massage. I shall see you later," Erestor replied crisply as he got up and swiftly left the room, leaving a befuddled Glorfindel sitting still on his desk.

Scratching his head in confusion before shrugging, Glorfindel stood up and stretched. At least he had relaxed his friend. He left the library to head outdoors to find Elrond. He needed some other exercise…

*~~**~~*

Shutting the door behind him as he ran into his room, Erestor went to the bathing room and filled the bathtub before slipping in and washing himself immediately. He couldn't believe that had happened! 'What caused me to react as such? It must have been the touch…it could not have been anything else…' he thought frantically as he washed off the soap. Finally, catching his breath, he sunk down and let the hot water lap around his neck and shoulders. He closed his eyes and smiled, remembering the touches that had indeed taken away his pain. 'Aye…it must have been the touch.'

TBC

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