“Closer….closer,” Erestor instructed, gently.
“Here?” asked Glorfindel with a grunt.
“No,” the advisor sighed in exasperation. “Closer.”
Muscles flexed and sweat dripped into azure eyes focused intently on
this task. “How is that?” he groaned.
“Ai, Glorfindel…closer,” Erestor’s voice took on a desperate tone as he
arched his back against the tension.
A growl from the golden warrior and a sharp intake of breath as the
“How about now?”
Panting and groaning filled the room.
“Ahhhh, closer still, closer,” Erestor gasped.
“And here? How about this spot?”
“I have had enough!!” Shouted Glorfindel as he straightened up.
Erestor let go, too, and looked bewildered at the blond elf.
“What is wrong?” he asked, pushing sweat damp hair from his face.
“You find someone else to help rearrange the bookshelves! YOU are too