Title: Courting an Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (manonb63@yahoo.com)
Type: FPS
Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrohir/Lothvaen, Elladan/Orophin
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Beta(s): Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Part 1:
Word count: 327
Summary/Notes: The courtship becomes official. The prompts used were 5 Dec 2006 - 'sticky' and 'syrup'; 2 Mar 2007 - 'honey'.
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The next morning saw the elves gradually appearing in the dining hall to break their fast. Elrond watched as Elrohir and Lothvaen entered the hall, and he smiled as he saw the still slightly stunned expression on his younger son's face. Lothvaen, on the hand, had a very smug look about him. Elrond had no illusions as to what had happened between the two, and was pleased the scribe had taken the chance to approach his son.
Next to enter were Elladan and Orophin. There was an air of sadness surrounding the two elves; Orophin was due to leave later that morning to return to Lothlórien. Elrond knew that for the next few days his eldest son would be melancholy. Elladan would not admit it, but he cared deeply for the Galadhel; however, Elrond was concerned that Orophin's feelings for his son were not the same. Only time would tell.
Erestor came next, but he was on his own. Where was Glorfindel? Elrond was certain that the two elves had not spent the night together - their relationship was still a little too fragile for that. But he had expected the two to enter the dining room together. Was Erestor still resisting? Elrond sighed and wiped his fingers on his napkin, sticky from the syrup he had poured onto his honey cakes.
A murmur rose as Glorfindel entered the hall, carrying a dark red rose. Approaching Erestor, he bowed slightly before offering the flower to the advisor. All eyes watched avidly as Erestor accepted the rose, his face suffusing in colour till it almost matched the bloom he held in his hand. Embarrassed, he laid the flower next to his plate while the seneschal sat down in the empty chair next to him.
Elrond smiled broadly. By accepting the flower, Erestor had signalled that he had officially agreed to being courted by Glorfindel. Satisfied, Elrond leaned back in his chair. He couldn't wait for the fireworks to begin.
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Title: Courting an Elf Part 2
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warnings: Sexual innuendo
Beta(s): Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Word count: 352
Summary/Notes: Glorfindel comes up with a strange request. The prompts used were 6 Dec 2006 - 'twirl' and 'dance'; 12 Dec 2006 - 'sword' and 'sheath'
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"Care to dance?"
Erestor stared at Glorfindel. "Excuse me? Did I just hear you ask me to dance?"
"You did," Glorfindel responded gravely.
The dark-haired advisor managed - only just - to stifle a sigh of irritation. "Glorfindel, it may have escaped your notice, but we are in my room, playing chess. There is no music to speak of. To what, pray tell, do you wish to dance to?"
"Does there need to be music to dance?"
"It would help." The sarcasm was now evident in Erestor's voice.
"Ah, melethen, I need no music to dance to. However, if it will please you, I can hum a tune as I twirl you around the table."
Erestor sat back in his chair and eyed the seneschal. "You did not tell me you were…musical."
Glorfindel gave a slight shrug to his shoulders. "You never asked. There is much about me that you do not know. Just imagine, melethen, how much fun you will have finding out all my hidden talents."
"Really," Erestor drawled. "Somehow, though, I get the feeling that your definition of talent and mine will differ greatly."
"Are you suggesting that I have no talents to speak of?" Glorfindel leaned forward to look intently at the advisor.
Now it was Erestor's turn to shrug. "Well, admittedly, you are excellent with your sword."
Glorfindel smiled. "Sword, Erestor? Which 'sword', specifically, were you referring to?"
It took a moment for Erestor to understand what Glorfindel meant. When it finally sank in, he looked sharply at the seneschal, who was once again relaxing in his chair with apparent nonchalance.
"You know very well what I am referring to," the advisor snapped a little angrily.
Glorfindel merely grinned. "Oh, I do know. But I promise you, melethen, you will soon find out what my other 'sword' is capable of doing, and where exactly I will sheath it." Rising from his chair, he went over to Erestor and placed a gentle kiss on the top of his head. "Maer fuin, melethen. I shall see you in the morning."
Whistling, the seneschal left the room, leaving Erestor in stunned silence.
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Elvish translations: maer fuin - good night
melethen - my love
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Title: Courting an Elf Part 3
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Beta(s): Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Word count: 354
Summary/Notes: Erestor has unruly thoughts. The prompts used were 7 Dec 2006 - 'birth' and 'challenge'
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Sighing, Erestor tried to concentrate on the report he was writing. However, it was proving difficult as Glorfindel's words from the week before were continuing to haunt him. The seneschal had made no further reference to that night, for which Erestor was thankful. He was not going to admit to the golden-haired warrior, but he wanted very much to find out what Glorfindel's other 'sword' was capable of, and wondered how long it would be before it would finally eventuate.
Erestor threw down his quill. He was not going to get any work done at this rate, not with his thoughts teasing him. A walk was in order, he decided, anything to try and distract him and rid him of his unruly thoughts.
Making his way outside, he took a deep breath and looked around him. Despite the warm summer days, everything was still green and lush.
"How goes it, Erestor?" The advisor turned to see Elrond walking down the path towards him.
"How goes what, Elrond?" he asked in return. "If you refer to the courtship, I can not help but think that giving birth to a balrog would probably be a lot easier."
"You exaggerate," Elrond said mildly. "However, I can see that your courtship would be a challenge."
Erestor could only nod in agreement.
"You are afraid."
The advisor turned to look at Elrond. "Am I so obvious?"
"Glorfindel is a warrior, Erestor. Nothing you can say or do will ever change that. He is sworn to protect me, my family and, in turn, all those that reside here." Elrond's mien was sombre. "You know that Sauron has not truly been defeated. The One Ring still exists, though its whereabouts remain hidden - for now. But I fear it will soon reappear and, when it does, Sauron's power will once more grow. Then all the peoples of Middle-earth will need to join if we are to have any hope of destroying Sauron once and for all."
Erestor was quiet for a moment. "I know," he finally responded. "But I do not wish to think about that, not just yet. I can not."
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Title: Courting an Elf Part 4
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrohir/Lothvaen
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Beta(s): Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Word count: 298
Summary/Notes: Lothvaen surprises Elrohir. The prompts used were 8 Dec 2006 - 'bashful' and 'grumpy'
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"You are rather grumpy this morning."
Elrohir turned to look at Lothvaen. "I am grumpy, as you put it, for you persistently tried to push me out of bed during the night!"
Lothvaen merely smiled. Once again Elrohir wondered how he could have seen the scribe as bashful. If anything, the scribe proved to be anything but.
"I am sorry," Lothvaen said, placing a placatory hand on Elrohir's arm. "I do not mean to try and take over the bed, but I can not help it. I like to have a lot of room when I sleep."
"Do tell." The irony was not lost on the scribe, and he moved to place his arms around the younger twin. "Mayhap we need a bigger bed," he offered.
Elrohir pulled away slightly to look at his lover. "A bigger bed? How big a bed do you need?"
"One big enough for you to sleep in as well without any fear of me trying to push you out."
The Peredhel sighed. "I suppose that would be a solution; however, it would be easier if you could somehow contain your 'urge' to dominate the bed."
"You could always tie me up so that I can not stray from my side of the bed."
Elrohir stared at the scribe. Was that a hopeful look on Lothvaen's face? "Do you truly wish for me to do that?" he asked carefully.
"I would have no objections as long as there was a…reward for my being tied up."
"A reward?" Elrohir knew what Lothvaen was referring to, and could feel his groin tightening at the thought.
"There could be a possibility of a reward," he said, surprising himself at how steady his voice sounded. "Shall we try and find out tonight?"
Lothvaen merely smiled in response.
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Elvish translations: Peredhel - half elf
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Title: Courting an Elf Part 5
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrohir/Lothvaen
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Beta(s): Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Word count: 377
Summary/Notes: A message arrives from Mirkwood, and Lothvaen finds out he's been a little noisy… The prompts used were 9 Dec 2006 - 'clumsy' and 'grace'; 22 Feb 2007 - 'message'; 13 Mar 2007 - 'breath'
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"Erestor, a message has arrived from Mirkwood." Lothvaen's breathless voice reached the advisor before the scribe stumbled through the door.
"Is anything the matter?" Erestor asked the now-flushed elf, who was busy trying to straighten his robes.
"Unfortunately these robes are a little too long, Erestor. I apologise if I appear clumsy."
"Then take them to the seamstress to be shortened."
"I keep forgetting to do so," Lothvaen admitted a little shame-faced.
"Wonderful. Forgetful *and* clumsy," Erestor muttered under his breath.
"I heard that." Lothvaen's voice, though, held no anger. "I have had…other…things on my mind."
"So I have been hearing, fairly consistently, for the last few weeks, pen-neth," Erestor responded dryly. "You are surprisingly vocal at night-time. I think I can safely say that I have not been the only one who has been hearing your…" Here Erestor paused, noticing how the scribe's face was now a bright red. He sighed. "Just try and keep your voice down in the future. If that fails, then mayhap Elrohir should put a gag in your mouth."
The advisor watched in disbelief as Lothvaen's face brightened. "I never thought of that! Thank you, Erestor! I shall most certainly tell Elrohir of your suggestion." He whirled to run out the door, then turned again. "Sorry, I forgot. The message." Stumbling slightly on the over-long robes, he made his way to Erestor's desk and placed the missive upon it. "The messenger says it is not urgent, but hopes nevertheless to take a reply from Elrond with him to Mirkwood when he leaves tomorrow."
Erestor watched as the scribe raced out the door, this time holding his robes up slightly so that he didn't trip. He was still at a slight loss as to Lothvaen's reaction to the gag. Then he shook his head. He truly did not want to know what the scribe and the youngest Peredhel got up to, though he was beginning to get a sneaking suspicion as to what it might involve.
With a grace that was in complete opposition to Lothvaen, he rose from behind his desk, picking up the missive as he did so. If the messenger hoped to take back a reply, then Erestor needed to pass the message onto Elrond sooner rather than later.
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Elvish translations: pen-neth - young one
Peredhel - half elf
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Title: Courting an Elf Part 6
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrohir/Lothvaen
Rating: R
Warnings: Two elves being a little naughty…
Beta(s): Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Word count: 328
Summary/Notes: Lothvaen worries. The prompts used were 10 Dec 2006 - 'nurse' and 'nipple'; 26 Feb 2007 - 'thrust'; 12 Mar 2007 - 'Adar'
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"I do not need you to nurse me; 'tis nothing more than a scratch." Elrohir was sitting on his bed, bare-chested, with a worried scribe next to him.
"But it could get infected!"
Elrohir looked at Lothvaen with affection. "It will not get infected, melethen. Adar has cleaned it. See, it does not even require a bandage. You worry over nothing."
"I am sorry," the scribe whispered. Elrohir shook his head and gathered the younger elf in his arms.
"You do not have to apologise. I am flattered that you are so concerned about my welfare."
"You are?"
"Aye. "Tis an endearing quality."
Lothvaen pulled away slightly. "It is?" He paused slightly. "I suppose it is endearing as long as I do not overdo it, right?"
This time it was Elrohir's turn to pause. "Right," he agreed, but with a smile on his face.
Lothvaen returned the smile. "I promise I will try and not worry too much." He scraped a nail gently over one nipple, making Elrohir hiss. "Shall I make you feel even better still?" he whispered sultrily, leaning down slightly to take the nipple in his mouth.
Elrohir groaned at the sensations coursing through him. Lothvaen was proving to be quite adept as a lover, even if he did tend to be vocal during love-making. The scribe's suggestion of gagging him to reduce the noise was not surprising; however, to find out that the suggestion came from Erestor stunned him. But then, he was fairly certain the advisor had no true idea of what went on between the two of them. He gasped as Lothvaen moved lower, pushing him onto his back, then gave a sigh of relief as his straining erection was released from the confines of his leggings. Any further coherent thought flew from his mind as he felt the wet heat of his lover's mouth engulfing him, and he thrust eagerly, abandoning himself to the pleasure that was rapidly building within him.
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Elvish translation: Adar - father
melethen - my love
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Title: Courting an Elf Part 7
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: R
Warnings: More elves being a little naughty…
Beta(s): Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Word count: 339
Summary/Notes: Glorfindel suffers from the after-effects of listening to Elrohir and Lothvaen. The prompts used were 11 Dec 2006 - 'snicker' and 'smirk'; 24 Feb 2007 - 'black'
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There was a smirk on Glorfindel's face as he listened to the moans and entreaties emanating from Elrohir's room. His member began to make itself felt, and the seneschal decided he had better move away before he embarrassed himself.
Moving rapidly down the corridor, he heard the distinct sound of a snicker. He stopped. Hidden in the shadows was Erestor, a broad smile on his face. His black robes, along with his dark hair, had almost succeeded in him being invisible - only his face was clearly seen.
"Enjoy what you were hearing, Glorfindel?" the advisor asked sweetly.
The seneschal decided to go on the attack.
"Aye, I did." Moving closer to Erestor, he forced the other elf back until he could go no further. Erestor was effectively cornered, with nowhere to turn. He swallowed; there was a feral gleam in Glorfindel's eyes that both worried and excited him at the same time. He gasped as the seneschal grasped his hand and placed it on the burgeoning erection that was now very obvious within Glorfindel's leggings.
"Care to do something about this, melethen?" Glorfindel purred.
"Do?" Erestor's throat had become suddenly dry, and the word had come out raspy. He looked down at his hand that rested on Glorfindel's erection. "Oh…my…" he whispered. Heat raced through him, and he returned his gaze to the golden-haired warrior's face. Glorfindel was watching him with eyes half-closed.
"You like what you feel, Erestor?"
Erestor nodded. "Absolutely. But if you wish for me to do something about it, then I suggest we retire to my chambers - they are closer than yours."
Glorfindel's eyes widened. Erestor had now taken the initiative, and he found himself growing harder. "Then lead the way, melethen," he said, his voice harsh with longing.
The dark-haired elf smiled. "Never fear, melethen. I know *exactly* what to do to relieve your 'discomfort'." Removing his hand, the advisor eased past the seneschal, at the same time throwing him a look that made Glorfindel vow he would follow Erestor anywhere, even into Mordor.
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Elvish translations: melethen - my love
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Title: Courting an Elf Part 8
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: R-NC17
Warnings: References to sex…
Beta(s): Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Word count: 530
Summary/Notes: Glorfindel has an idea, but Elrond advises otherwise. The prompts used were 13 Dec 2006 - 'blanket' and 'bundle'; 26 Dec 2006 - 'Valar'; 29 Dec 2006 - 'wet'; 30 Dec 2006 - 'orgasm'; 21 Jan 2007 - 'prince'; 5 May 2007 - 'celebration'
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Glorfindel stretched, the blanket slipping down his torso as he moved. He grinned; Erestor had kept his promise and alleviated his 'discomfort' - thoroughly, in fact. Glorfindel shifted slightly, remembering all too well how Erestor's wicked tongue had teased him, how his hot, wet mouth had engulfed his raging erection, milking from the seneschal a powerful orgasm that had left him a gibbering wreck.
Once the golden-haired warrior had gotten his breath back, he wanted to reciprocate, but the advisor had demurred. "This is purely about you," he had said. By the Valar, the seneschal could feel himself growing hard again just thinking about it…
Glorfindel sighed. Since his 'confession', Erestor had reverted back to the elf that everyone knew and loved, but the seneschal sensed that there was still an underlying fear in the advisor, but he did not know what it could be. Glorfindel could only hope that, whatever it was, Erestor would eventually talk to him about it. In the meantime, he was content to let Erestor to set his own pace where their courtship was concerned - within reason, of course. Not that he was complaining in any way as to what had happened earlier. *That* he could deal with at any time.
Getting out of the bed, he walked over to where his clothes lay in a bundle on the chair, placed there by Erestor before the advisor had left the room.
Dressing quickly, he made his way to Elrond's study. While it was now common knowledge in Imladris that he was courting Erestor, he nevertheless wanted to have a special celebratory dinner.
He found Elrond reading through a missive he had just finished writing to Thranduil. When he espied the seneschal, he smiled and placed the missive aside.
"What can I do for you, mellonen?"
Glorfindel nodded towards the parchment. "Your reply to Thranduil?"
"Aye. It will be good to see Legolas again; it has been much too long since his last visit to Imladris."
"Surely you have not forgotten the pranks both he and the twins inflicted upon the inhabitants here?" Glorfindel asked wryly.
Elrond shook his head and smiled. "No, I have not. But it was a long time ago. I would like to think that my sons and the prince have since learnt some restraint, though I do not expect his visit to be incident free. I am sure the three of them will come up with something."
"Methinks you are actually looking forward to that 'something', Elrond."
The elf-lord chuckled. "Possibly, mellonen, possibly. Now, what is it I can help you with?"
"I wish to hold a dinner in celebration of our courtship."
"Does Erestor know of this?"
"Not as yet, no, but I do not envisage any problems."
Elrond's eyebrow rose. "You seem sure of this."
Glorfindel eyed the other elf warily. "You are not, it seems."
"All of Imladris know you are courting him, Glorfindel. To have a celebratory dinner would appear to many that you were declaring your betrothal. And that, mellonen, would not make Erestor happy."
"I had not thought of it like that." Glorfindel sighed. "Very well, no celebratory dinner."
"A wise decision, mellonen. Trust me on this."
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Elvish translations: mellonen - my friend
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Title: Courting an Elf Part 9
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrohir/Lothvaen, Legolas, Lindir
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Beta(s): Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Word count: 408
Summary/Notes: Legolas watches Lindir, and is in turn watched by Glorfindel and Erestor. The prompts used were 14 Dec 2006 - 'stitch/stitches' and 'instrument'; 9 Jan 2007 - 'royal'; 25 Mar 2007 - 'tunic'; 28 Mar 2007 - 'timid'
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Lindir sat with his instrument on his lap. He was waiting for the noise to die down slightly before embarking on his next song. As he strummed the strings on his lyre, he smiled as he watched Lothvaen feed a piece of fruit to Elrohir. The minstrel was glad that his friend had taken the initiative and approached the younger Peredhel, having known for some time the scribe's feelings.
He sighed, wishing that he could be so blessed by love. Now feeling slightly melancholy, he began to sing a love ballad, unaware of the looks being given him by one who sat in the shadows.
Legolas watched the minstrel as he sang. The royal prince was totally oblivious to the other elves; he only saw the fair-haired elf before him. He saw the sadness that had appeared on the other elf's face, and wondered what it was that had brought it forth.
It had been a number of years since his last visit to Imladris. He had met Lindir then, but at that time only saw an elf with an exceptional talent in music. Now…now it was a different story. It was as if Legolas was seeing him for the first time.
He sighed, and began thinking of a way to approach the minstrel. Legolas could see that Lindir was shy, timid almost, and the last thing he wanted to do was to frighten him. Absentmindedly he began picking at a loose thread on his tunic, oblivious to the fact that he was unraveling a number of stitches in the process. With his gaze completely centred on Lindir, Legolas was totally unaware that he was being watched by Glorfindel and Erestor.
"It seems the prince is enamoured by our minstrel," Erestor whispered to the seneschal.
Glorfindel smiled. "Indeed. Mayhap we should give Legolas the opportunity to take Lindir into the dining hall for refreshments later."
"A good idea, melethen."
The seneschal turned his head to look at Erestor. "That is the first time you have called me that," he said softly.
Erestor appeared surprised. "Is it?" He gave a small shrug. "You are 'my love', are you not?"
The somewhat off-hand remark puzzled Glorfindel, but he did not let it show. "Of course I am," he said carefully. He took Erestor's hand in his own. "As you are mine."
The smile Erestor gave him seemed bleak to Glorfindel's eyes, and he wondered what it was that was troubling the advisor.
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Elvish translations: melethen - my love
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Title: Courting an Elf Part 10
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel, Legolas/Lindir
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Beta(s): Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Word count: 436
Summary/Notes: Legolas reflects. The prompts used were 15 Dec 2006 - 'dragon' and 'oblong'; 25 Dec 2006 - 'tryst'; 4 Jan 2007 - 'circlet'; 17 Jan 2007 - 'delight/delightful'; 8 Mar 2007 - flowers; 9 Mar 2007 - 'Anar'; 10 Mar 2007 - 'Ithil'
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The next morning dawned bright and clear. Legolas was already up, thoughts of his tryst with Lindir keeping him awake for most of the night. He shook his head. No, 'tryst' was not the right word to use. Apart from the gentle, almost chaste kiss the two elves had shared, they did nothing more than talk.
Legolas recalled how Lindir had blushed after their kiss; it had gone straight to his heart. The minstrel had looked so beautiful, so ethereal under the moonlight that it had taken all of Legolas' willpower not to declare his love for Lindir right there and then.
The prince stopped short. "Love?" he whispered, and then he smiled. Yes, surely the feelings that were coursing through his veins could only be that - love. He looked out through the doorway leading to his balcony, watching as Anar touched the myriad of flowers that adorned the many boxes placed there.
He turned and walked towards the table. The circlet that denoted his status lay upon it, carelessly discarded after he had returned to his room the night before. Mentally chastising himself for not having put it away then, he now placed it in the box especially made for it. Thranduil had been a little askance at first when he had seen the decoration adorning the box, and had questioned Legolas as to why the dragon.
"Because I like them, Adar. I know they are seen as dangerous and evil, but…" Here Legolas had paused, trying to find the words to explain. "Somehow, despite that, they seem to me majestic, and powerful…I like to think that there were some good dragons, once." Thranduil had shaken his head slightly, then smiled. "Mayhap there were," he had said softly.
Legolas smiled at the memory as he placed the box into the larger, oblong box that contained his more personal possessions. He resisted the urge to sit down and write in his journal; first he would make his way to the dining hall to break his fast and, more importantly, to thank Erestor and Glorfindel for giving him the opportunity to approach Lindir.
Initially surprised when the two elves approached him, he could not contain his delight when they taken him to Lindir and suggested that he may wish to escort the minstrel to the dining hall for refreshments. From there it had progressed to a walk in the garden, Ithil shining brightly as the two elves began the process of getting to slowly know each other. And the kiss…Legolas could still feel the softness of the Lindir's lips. It was something he hoped to feel again.
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Elvish translations: Adar - father
Anar - sun
Ithil - moon
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Title: Courting an Elf Part 11
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrohir/Lothvaen
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Got some smut happening here…
Beta(s): Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Word count: 485
Summary/Notes: Elrohir gives Lothvaen what he wants. The prompts used were 16 Dec 2006 - 'snowball' and 'scissor'; 26 Jan 2007 - 'heat'; 21 Mar 2007 - 'stop'
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Elrohir began to scissor his fingers, widening the opening. Lothvaen lay beneath him, writhing and panting, his erection steadily dripping pre-come onto his stomach. The youngest Peredhel thought he had never seen a more beautiful sight, and his own throbbing erection ached to sheath itself into the willing body beneath him.
"Please, melethron, stop tormenting me…need you…want to feel you inside of me…please…" Lothvaen's voice was reduced to a whisper, his eyes darkened with lust.
Elrohir poured some oil onto his erection, hissing slightly as the coolness of the liquid made contact with his heated flesh. He threw the vial onto the bed, not caring if oil leaked onto the sheets. His main concern now was to fulfill both their desires, and he guided his member to the rosy aperture that beckoned to him so invitingly.
Slowly, gently, he eased himself inside, shuddering slightly when he was fully in. Looking down, he grinned at the petulant look on his lover's face. "Something wrong?" he teased, knowing full well what it was.
"Will. You. Move!"
Elrohir adopted an innocent expression. "Move? You mean like this?" he asked, demonstrating by thrusting slightly.
The petulant look became a scowl. "You do this deliberately," Lothvaen accused, his accusation proven correct at the grin bestowed upon him by the Peredhel.
The scribe gasped, however, when Elrohir began to thrust harder, the snap of his hips forcing him deeper into the elf underneath him. Lothvaen smiled as he reached for his lover to kiss him; this was exactly what he wanted. He was not afraid if things became a little rough, and he was glad that Elrohir was prepared to indulge his fantasies. Lothvaen had lovers before, but they did not understand the scribe's penchant at wanting to be tied up, spanked or to be taken hard and fast as Elrohir was doing to him now.
A hand on his weeping erection soon had him coming over his stomach and chest, and it did not take long to feel the heat of his lover's seed filling him. Both of them shuddered from the aftershock, trying to still their frantically beating hearts and draw air into their lungs.
"You did not scream this time," Elrohir managed to say after a time.
Lothvaen grinned. "I *can* be quiet if I want to be," he said, drawing Elrohir into his arms.
"I rather like hearing you scream." Elrohir nuzzled Lothvaen's neck, inhaling his lover's scent.
"But then you would have to gag me, remember?"
"Well, you do have a loud scream, admittedly. However, you can still scream while gagged; it will only be I that will hear you." Elrohir licked away some of the cooling sweat at the juncture between neck and shoulder. "And I do want you to scream, just for me."
Lothvaen shifted his head slightly and cocked an eyebrow. "Shall I find the gag?" he asked.
Elrohir merely grinned in response.
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Elvish translations: melethron - my lover (male)
Peredhel - half elf
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Title: Courting an Elf Part 12
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrohir/Lothvaen
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Beta(s): Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Word count: 386
Summary/Notes: Glorfindel ponders and worries. The prompts used were 17 Dec 2006 - 'valuable' and 'precious'; 24 Mar 2007 - 'very'
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Glorfindel lay with Erestor curled up at his side. The seneschal had managed to persuade Erestor to stay with him for the night, but only after promising that nothing would happen - that 'nothing' translating to 'no sex'. So for the first time in millennia Glorfindel had donned a nightshirt dug out from the bottom of one of his drawers. Erestor had gone to his rooms briefly to don his nightshirt and robe before returning to Glorfindel and slipping into the bed with him.
The seneschal sighed. There was something wrong with Erestor, but the advisor refused to answer his questions, instead stating that he was merely tired and needed some sleep. Glorfindel shifted slightly; his member was most definitely wide awake and needed attention. However, Glorfindel doubted that Erestor would be as willing to 'accommodate' his dilemma as he had been a few days ago.
He looked down at the still sleeping elf and his heart contracted. Erestor was more than precious to him, and he could no longer imagine his life without the dark-haired elf. Glorfindel just wished Erestor would talk to him. No further mention had been made of their conversation where Erestor confessed his 'guilt' over Gil-galad's death; the seneschal had good reason to believe that, despite their talk, Erestor somehow still felt himself burdened. On the few occasions where Glorfindel tried to bring it up, Erestor deflected him, saying that he no longer felt guilty, yet Glorfindel doubted that.
"What are you thinking about?" Erestor's sleepy voice broke through his musings.
Glorfindel smiled. "Just thinking how nice it is to have you in my arms."
Erestor looked at him steadily. "Really. Then why is it that I do not quite believe you."
The seneschal returned Erestor's gaze. "Very well. I am worried about you. I do not believe *you* when you say that you no longer feel guilty. There is still something inside of you that is stopping you from truly letting go. I want to help you, Erestor, but you must also help yourself. What we have now is more valuable than any jewels in Middle-earth, and I do not want anything to tarnish it." He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on Erestor's lips.
"Melin chen, ervainen vorn," he whispered.
In reply, Erestor pulled Glorfindel down for another kiss.
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Elvish translations: ervainen vorn - my dark beautiful one
Melin chen - I love you
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Title: Courting an Elf Part 13
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrohir/Lothvaen, Legolas/Lindir
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Beta(s): Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Word count: 500
Summary/Notes: Elrohir and Legolas speak of love. The prompts used were 18 Dec 2006 - 'leggings' and 'star'; 1 Apr 2007 - 'fool'; 2 Feb 2007 - 'juice'; 10 Feb 2007 - 'apple'; 11 Feb 2007 - 'banana'; 13 Feb 2007 - 'strawberry'; 16 Mar 2007 - 'desire'
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Pulling on his leggings and tunic, Elrohir left the room. Lothvaen was still curled up on the bed, fast asleep. Another bout of lovemaking - with the scribe suitably gagged - left both elves tired, with Lothvaen falling asleep quickly. However, Elrohir did not have that same luxury; he was due to go out on patrol with Elladan.
Elrohir paused slightly. While his twin had not said anything, Elrohir knew that he was missing Orophin. He only wondered whether the Galadhel felt the same way about Elladan. The younger Peredhel could not help but feel that Orophin saw his brother as an interlude of some sort, and knew that his father felt the same.
Sighing, Elrohir made his way to the dining hall to break his fast. Few elves were up at that time, but even then he was surprised to see Legolas already there.
"Maer aur, ernilen." Legolas turned, ready to remonstrate, but then saw the glint of mischief in Elrohir's eyes.
"Forgive me, Legolas, but I could not resist. I know you dislike being called that." Placing a hand on the prince's shoulder, he gave it a gentle squeeze.
Sitting down, Elrohir reached for the jug of juice standing in the middle of the table. "How was your walk with Lindir?" he asked.
"How did you know?"
Elrohir, in the process of adding a strawberry to his plate, paused. "I have a bad habit of using my eyes, Legolas," he said mildly. "Forgive me for using them last night. Surely it was not a secret?"
"Díheno nín, Elrohir, for behaving like a fool."
"You are no fool, Legolas, far from it. Only a fool would ignore such a beautiful elf such as Lindir, and you most certainly did not do that."
Legolas flushed slightly. "He is beautiful. It was as if I saw him for the first time last night, even though I had seen him many times before during previous visits."
"Then it must be love for you to think that." Instead of responding, Legolas reached for a star fruit and, for a time, both elves were silent.
"Do you love Lothvaen?" The question surprised Elrohir, and he put down the banana he had been peeling.
"I care for him, yes, as well as desire him. But love? I do not think so."
"Time may change that."
Elrohir nodded. "True, but right now I think both Lothvaen and I are happy to take each day as it comes." Grabbing an apple, the Peredhel rose from the table. "I am due to go on patrol with my brother. Speaking of which, have you seen him this morning?"
"No, I have not," Legolas replied. "There was no one here when I arrived. Mayhap your brother is already out, waiting for you?"
Elrohir grimaced. "Possibly. I shall see you in a few days, Legolas." Moving towards the door, he turned. "And take it slowly with Lindir; you will frighten him if you rush too quickly."
Legolas smiled. "I promise you I will."
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Elvish translations: díheno nín - forgive me
ernilen - my prince
Galadhel - tree elf
maer aur - good morning
Peredhel - half elf
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Title: Courting an Elf Part 14
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel, Elladan, Elrohir
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Beta(s): Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Word count: 292
Summary/Notes: Elladan and Elrohir talk. The prompts used were 19 Dec 2006 - 'saddle' and 'fish'
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Legolas had been right. Elladan had been outside, pacing the courtyard, his face showing irritation as his brother appeared.
"Finally," he had snapped, leaving Elrohir stunned.
They had ridden in silence for the first hour, but whatever it was that was bothering Elladan was making the silence uncomfortable. Finally Elrohir could not take it any more.
"What is wrong, tôren?" he asked quietly.
"Should there be something wrong?" Elladan responded testily.
Elrohir shifted slightly in his saddle. "This is not like you, Elladan. Has it something to do with the missive you received yesterday?"
Watching Elladan flinch made Elrohir realise that he had hit upon the truth. "Was it from Orophin?"
Elladan did not reply immediately but, when he did, Elrohir could hear the sadness in his brother's voice. "Aye, it was from Orophin. He writes that he has met someone else and thinks himself in love." Elladan turned to look at his brother. "I thought he cared about me," he whispered.
Elrohir reached out and clasped his brother's arm. "I have no doubt he did," he said carefully. "But mayhap he did not care as much for you as you did for him."
"You suspected, did you not?"
Knowing he could not lie to his brother, Elrohir nodded. "And father, too," he said. Elladan said nothing, but turned his gaze to the path before them.
"Shall we try and catch some fish later for our dinner?"
The change in subject did not surprise Elrohir. He knew from past experience that his brother, when he did not wish to speak of something unpleasant, would change the topic. But Elrohir also knew that when Elladan was ready, he would speak of it again. He just needed the time to deal with it first.
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Elvish translations: tôren - my brother
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Title: Courting an Elf Part 15
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Beta(s): Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Word count: 395
Summary/Notes: Elrond and Erestor remember. The prompts used were 20 Dec 2006 - 'home' and 'hearth'; 21 Feb 2007 - 'anniversary'; 6 Mar 2007 - 'nana/naneth'; 7 Mar 2007 - 'ion'; 9 Apr 2007 - 'miruvor'
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"When do you expect your sons to return home?"
Elrond raised his head from the report he was reading and regarded his advisor. "Within the day, hopefully. I have been able to mind-speak with Elrohir; they have not met with anything untoward."
"But?"
Sighing, the elven lord placed the parchment on the desk before him. "Elladan has had word from Orophin. While Elrohir was not able to go into detail, it seems Orophin has found someone new, and this has upset his brother."
"You are not surprised by this," Erestor said.
Elrond shook his head. "Unfortunately, no. I had suspected for some time that it would come to this. My ion sometimes gives his heart too readily and pays the price for it."
Moving towards the hearth, Erestor stoked the fire before rising and facing Elrond once more. "He will soon realise that Orophin was not the elf for him. In the meantime, we can ease the pain he feels."
"True, mellonen, true." He rose from his chair and made his way to the small table standing before the fire. "Join me?" he asked, motioning to the miruvor and goblets.
Knowing what this day was, Erestor nodded. "This anniversary is always difficult for you." It was a statement rather than a question, and Elrond smiled weakly.
"It is difficult for all of us. It is the day my children lost their Naneth, I my wife."
"You did not lose your wife, Elrond. She still lives, though it is in the Undying Lands. Even now she waits for you, your children. And always she lives here," Erestor said, pointing to the place in Elrond's chest where the elven lord's heart beat. "She is not lost, nor forgotten. Just sadly missed."
Elrond's eyes shone with unshed tears. "Hannon le, Erestor," he said quietly.
Erestor's voice was brusque. "There is no need to thank me, Elrond."
"I know. But I do, anyway." He poured some of the miruvor into the goblets, then handed one of them to the advisor.
"How goes it between you and Glorfindel?"
Erestor gave a small shrug. "Well enough, I suppose."
"Meaning?"
The dark-haired elf sighed. "Leave it be, Elrond. I know you worry and only wish to help, but it is between Glorfindel and me."
Elrond looked at Erestor gravely. "Very well, but should you wish to talk, I am willing to listen."
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Elvish translations: hannon le - thank you
ion - son
mellonen - my friend
Naneth - Mother
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Title: Courting an Elf Part 16
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Beta(s): Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Word count: 456
Summary/Notes: The twins return home, and Glorfindel and Erestor exchange words. The prompts used were 21 Dec 2006 - 'reunion' and 'family'; 13 Jan 2007 - 'sudden/suddenly'; 14 Jan 2007 - 'danger'; 17 Feb 2007 - 'entice'; 29 Mar 2007 - 'quiet'; 4 Mar 2007 - 'lock'
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The twins returned later that day and enjoyed a quiet reunion with their family. Arwen was especially pleased to have her brothers home. All too often she feared for them, knowing their penchant for jumping into danger with little regard for their own safety.
Erestor and Glorfindel watched the small family. This particular day was always filled with sadness; no matter how much time had passed, Celebrían was keenly missed as much now as she was the day she sailed.
Suddenly Glorfindel felt something, a whisper of a touch, and turned to look at Erestor. The advisor had a lock of Glorfindel's hair between his fingers. The seneschal raised an eyebrow enquiringly, but Erestor merely smiled and continued to twirl the lock.
Finally he spoke. "I love your hair, Glorfindel. I love the feel of it; I love the colour…melethron valthen." Erestor's voice had dropped to a seductive whisper. "Can I entice you to have dinner with me in my rooms tonight?"
Glorfindel swallowed. There was a sensual look about Erestor that made the seneschal forget everything else around him.
"And what happens after dinner?" he managed to rasp out.
"There is only one way to find out," Erestor purred.
Glorfindel was feeling unsure. One part wanted to accept without question, but the other part wanted to know what had brought about this change.
"Glorfindel?" Erestor laid his hand on the seneschal's arm, bringing him back to the present.
"Forgive me, melethen, I am afraid my thoughts were elsewhere." Glorfindel smiled at Erestor.
"What were you thinking about?"
Taking one last look at Elrond and his children, Glorfindel drew the advisor further back down the corridor.
"I find myself confused, Erestor. One moment you wish for nothing to happen, the next moment you behave like a wanton. What is it to be, Erestor? Do you want me to take you to bed, to ravish you? Or do you wish to remain chaste till we bond? Either way, I need to know. We can not continue in this vein."
The advisor recoiled slightly at Glorfindel's words. "I thought you would want to spend some time alone with me," he snapped. "And yes, pleasure you as well, should you have desired it."
Glorfindel studied the irate elf before him. "Why should it only be about pleasuring me?" he asked quietly. "Do you not think I would like to pleasure you, for us to pleasure each other?"
"I do not wish to continue this 'discussion', Glorfindel," Erestor said coldly. "If you do not wish to have dinner with me, then fine. Now, if you will excuse me, I have some work to complete."
In a swirl of robes Erestor was gone, leaving Glorfindel to stare at his retreating back.
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Elvish translations: melethen - my love
melethron valthen - my golden lover
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Title: Courting an Elf Part 17
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel, Legolas/Lindir
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Beta(s): Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649)
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Word count: 473
Summary/Notes: Legolas invites Lindir on a picnic. The prompts used were 22 Dec 2006/25 Jan 2007 - 'picnic'; 23 Dec 2006 - 'holiday'; 1 Jan 2007 - 'celebration'; 2 Jan 2007 - 'new'; 3 Jan 2007 - 'fresh'; 16 Jan 2007 - 'glorious'; 3 Feb 2007 - 'sweet'; 20 Feb 2007 - 'butterfly'; 23 Feb 2007 - 'caress'; 11 Mar 2007 - Ethuil; 15 Mar 2007 - 'bees'; 20 Mar 2007 - 'meadow'; 27 Mar 2007 - 'green'
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"Will you join me in a picnic, Lindir?"
The minstrel looked up and smiled at Legolas. "A picnic? He looked out the window, noticing how brightly Anar was shining in the clear blue sky, then returned his gaze to the elf that was looking hopefully at him.
"Surely you deserve a little holiday from your duties as a minstrel. It is too beautiful a day to be spent indoors. So, will you join me?"
Putting aside his lyre, Lindir rose from the chair. "You seem very happy, Legolas; is this picnic to be a celebration of some sort?"
"I am happy because I am seeing you again, Lindir. To me, that is always a celebration. Come," he beckoned to the minstrel. "I have a basket already packed with wonderful delicacies, courtesy of the cooks. We would not want for all their work to go to waste, now do we?"
Lindir shook his head, smiling. "Indeed not. Then lead the way, Legolas."
With a grin, Legolas grasped the minstrel's hand. "Elrond suggested we go to the meadow; we will then be near a pool should we wish to swim."
"'Tis only Ethuil, Legolas, the water will still be too cool to swim in!"
"We could always warm each other afterwards." Legolas' quiet words brought a flush to Lindir's cheeks. Rather than responding, the minstrel raised his hand to caress the prince's cheek. They gazed steadily at each other for a moment before they silently made their way out of the house and towards their destination.
The grass was a deep, lush, green, indicative of the recent rain that had fallen. Lindir loved Spring; everything seemed so fresh, so new. He watched as a butterfly flitted past, while bees buzzed from one flower to another, drinking the sweet nectar. He sighed deeply in contentment.
"It truly is a glorious day. Hannon le, Legolas. You were right; it is too beautiful to waste."
Legolas merely smiled, then spread out the blanket for them to sit on. Opening the basket, it did not take long for the two elves to make inroads in the food that had been provided for them. Once they were replete, they lay back, content.
"What is it between Erestor and Glorfindel?"
Lindir turned his head slightly towards the other elf. "They are courting, but they have only just begun to do so."
"If they are courting, then 'tis a very strange courtship. There is a reticence about Erestor, almost as if he wished they were not."
The minstrel sat up. "I know. I recall Lord Elrond saying there would be fireworks between the two, but I have seen little evidence of that." Taking a strawberry, he bit into it, enjoying its sweet flavour.
"I am sure it will work out in the end," he said finally, with more confidence than he felt.
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Elvish translations: Anar - Sun
Ethuil - Spring
hannon le - thank you
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Title: Courting an Elf Part 18
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Beta(s): Aglarien
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Word count: 489
Summary/Notes: Erestor reflects. The prompts used were 24 Dec 2006 - 'eve'; 27 Dec 2006 - 'candle'; 31 Jan 2007 - 'cold'; 1 Mar 2007 - 'jealous'; 21 Apr 2007 - 'pretend'
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Eyes staring unseeing at the flickering candle, Erestor sat alone in his room. Despite the steadily burning fire, he still felt cold. Dinner that eve had been uncomfortable for both him and Glorfindel, with the seneschal steadfastly ignoring him for most of the time they were there.
Erestor had sat through most of the evening looking at Legolas and Lindir, envying the ease and obvious affection the two elves exhibited. If he had to be truly honest with himself, he was jealous. He wished he and Glorfindel could be so relaxed, so open, but knew it was his own fears and insecurities which were stopping that.
He sighed. As they had all made their way to the Hall of Fire after dinner Elrond had placed a hand upon his arm, a brow raised in enquiry, but Erestor could only shake his head. He had not been in the mood to discuss anything with the elven lord, preferring to escape as soon as possible to return to his rooms.
A knock on the door had him turn his head slightly, and he wondered who it was that was on the other side. Elrond, probably, wanting to talk to him. He rose from his chair and went to the door; if it was Elrond, he could try and fob him off at least until the morning. So it was a complete surprise when he opened the door and found not Elrond, but Glorfindel. Erestor stared, nonplussed.
"May I come in?"
Glorfindel's voice was quiet, but it brooked no argument. Whether Erestor liked it or not, Glorfindel was here to talk. Resigned, the advisor opened the door wider and allowed the seneschal to step inside.
Hovering uncertainly, Erestor waited. Glorfindel was tense; he could see how rigidly the golden-haired warrior was standing. Finally, he could wait no longer.
"What is it you wish to speak to me about?"
Glorfindel shook his head slightly and turned to face Erestor. "I do not pretend to understand you, Erestor. There is much about you I still do not know, and may never know. But I confess to being confused. We are courting, yet for all the world it appears that we are anything but. Others see the growing affection between our minstrel and the Mirkwood prince, but they do not see the same in us. It is as if we were strangers. I wish for intimacy between us - after all, both of us have had lovers in the past. Yet one moment you brush it off, the next we have the display such as that this afternoon."
Erestor was quiet for moment, then spoke. "I know I probably should not be asking this, but will you stay with me tonight? Just holding me?"
"Why?"
"Because I feel safe with you."
Glorfindel gazed at Erestor, considering, his mien giving nothing away as to what he was thinking. Then, without saying a word, he opened his arms.
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Title: Courting an Elf Part 19
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrohir/Lothvaen
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Beta(s): Aglarien
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Word count: 489
Summary/Notes: Elrohir decides enough is enough where Lothvaen's whims are concerned. The prompts used were 28 Dec 2006 - 'corset'; 31 Dec 2006 - 'sexy'; 18 Feb 2007 - 'strong'; 27 Feb 2007 - 'force/forceful'; 16 Apr 2007 - 'whip'; 30 Apr 2007 - 'quibble'; 1 May 2007 - 'breathless'; 4 May 2007 - 'need'
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"You want to wear what?" Elrohir could only stare at his lover in disbelief.
"A corset; you know, what human women wear."
"Why? I can see no conceivable reason why anyone, least of all an ellon, would wear such a thing. Have you taken leave of your senses?"
"I think they are sexy."
Elrohir almost choked on his wine. "Sexy?" he finally spluttered. "Foolish, more like. Nay, Lothvaen, I have indulged you enough."
"But I need to." Lothvaen's voice had become a whine, and Elrohir found it grated on his nerves.
"Enough!" The harsh bark made the scribe cower slightly. "Why in all of Mordor would you *need* to do something this…ridiculous?"
"I am sorry," Lothvaen whispered. "I did not mean to anger you."
With a sigh, Elrohir placed his goblet on the table. "Díheno nín, melethen. I should not have spoken so harshly." He took his trembling lover in his arms. "I have done things to you that I would never have even considered doing. Tied you to the bed, gagged you, spanked you, even taking a whip to you, though that I most *definitely* did not enjoy doing. There is more to love than this, melethen." He pulled away slightly to look his lover in the eyes. "Will you let me love you the way I want to love you?"
"But I like it when you are so strong, so forceful with me."
Elrohir smiled. "I can be strong and forceful if you wish; however, I will not need to avail myself of anything except my hands…and my mouth."
The last three words where whispered into Lothvaen's ear, sending a shiver of anticipation up the elf's spine.
"Then let us quibble no further, melethen. Show me what you can do with your hands and mouth," he whispered seductively.
"There is one condition," Elrohir warned. "Erestor's rooms are next to ours; you will have to try and not be as 'vocal' as you usually are."
"I promise I will try." But there was an impish smile on Lothvaen's face. "However, my being vocal could provide some…inspiration."
There was a puzzled look on Elrohir's face. "Inspiration? What do you mean?"
"I overhead Glorfindel tell Elrond he was going to visit Erestor in his rooms, and I heard him arrive just now. And, so far, he has not left."
"How did you know it was Glorfindel? It could just as easily been another."
Lothvaen shrugged slightly. "I am often able to tell who it is from the way the walk."
"Indeed? You will have to tell me some time. But, now, there are much better things we can be doing with ourselves. And the first thing you can do is remove your clothes."
Lothvaen's reply was to obey Elrohir's order with alacrity.
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Elvish translations: díheno nín - forgive me
ellon - male elf
melethen - my love
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Title: Courting an Elf Part 20
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrohir/Lothvaen
Rating: R
Warnings: Some angst in this one
Beta(s): Aglarien
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Word count: 444
Summary/Notes: Erestor and Glorfindel talk, raising some old fears for the advisor. The prompts used were 5 Jan 2007 - 'toes'; 6 Jan 2007 - 'undone'; 7 Jan 2007 - 'ring'; 8 Jan 2007 - 'cry'; 4 Feb 2007 - 'sour'
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"They are at it again." Erestor's voice was filled with annoyance.
"I take it you speak of Elrohir and Lothvaen?" Glorfindel's voice, in contrast, was filled with amusement.
"Your rooms are not next to theirs!" Erestor hissed. "You do not hear what those two get up to most nights."
"Actually, I think I have a fairly good idea. There is more to our scribe than meets the eye."
The look on Erestor's face was so sour it could curdle milk. "And how would you know, pray tell?"
"I observe, Erestor. Part of my warrior's training, remember? Nor does it take much to guess how marks around the wrists appear, or why one sits gingerly on a chair."
Erestor's toes curled slightly, as if in pain. "You approve of this?"
"Approve? It has nothing to do with me. This is something between Elrohir and Lothvaen. If Lothvaen chooses - and enjoys - being tied up or spanked or whatever it may be, then it is not up to us to say otherwise. And obviously Elrohir has no objection in indulging his lover." Glorfindel shifted slightly so he could look at Erestor more clearly, and realisation hit. "It disturbs you."
Erestor nodded. "It was something Gil-galad enjoyed doing with me, but I hated it. Hated it!" The advisor's voice trembled; whether it was from anger or fear, Glorfindel could not tell. "I did not like being so helpless, tied to the bed, being at his mercy." A sudden cry from the next room made Erestor flinch.
"What else would he do?" Glorfindel asked quietly.
"He would sometimes place a ring around the base of my member, so that when I was hard I could not come. It would cut into me…I almost became undone from the pain. And when he finally did remove the ring…the agony of being hard for so long…I more often than not blacked out after I was finally able to spill my seed."
"Why did you let him do this to you if you so obviously did not enjoy it?" Glorfindel asked disbelievingly.
"Because I loved him and, because I did, I let him do to me what he wanted."
"And do you think I would do this to you?"
"I truly do not know."
Inwardly cursing Gil-galad, Glorfindel took his lover's face between his hands. "Then listen well, melethen. I would *never* do anything to you that you did not want me to do. I will not tie you to the bed; I will not make you endure any pain or suffering. You have nothing to fear from me."
Erestor gazed steadily at Glorfindel as he spoke. "I believe you," he said quietly.
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Elvish translations: meleth - love
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Title: Courting an Elf Part 21
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel, Legolas/Lindir
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Beta(s): Aglarien
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this.
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Word count: 392
Summary/Notes: Legolas surprises Elrond. The prompts used were 10 Jan 2007 - 'deliver'; 12 Jan 2007 - 'apart'; 8 Apr 2007 - 'private'; 10 Apr 2007 - 'Greenleaf'; 25 Apr 2007 - 'joy'; 28 Apr 2007 - 'lifetime'
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"Lord Elrond?"
The Lord of Imladris raised his head and smiled at the figure hovering in the doorway. "What can I do for you, Legolas Greenleaf?" he asked kindly.
Legolas approached Elrond's desk. "Could you arrange for a messenger to deliver this to my father?" The prince held a folded and sealed piece of parchment in his hand, which he now lay down in front of the elven lord.
"Of course." Laying down his quill, Elrond gestured for Legolas to sit. "You miss your father." It was a statement rather than a question.
"Yes, I do. It is always difficult when we are apart, for since my Naneth died we have grown closer still."
"But I believe a certain minstrel is making your stay here a little more pleasant," Elrond said slyly.
Legolas blushed. "He is a joy to be with," he finally mumbled. "I care for him a great deal."
"I am sure he returns the sentiments, pen-neth." If anything, Legolas blushed an even deeper red, and Elrond laughed.
"No need to be embarrassed, Legolas. Everyone here sees how it is between the two of you, and they share your joy."
"Because they do not see it in Erestor and Glorfindel."
Elrond was not surprised at Legolas' words, for it echoed what was being said by virtually all in Imladris.
"Erestor is an extremely private elf," he began carefully. "He is not as likely to show his emotions for others to see."
"But Glorfindel will break through his reserve, will he not?"
"I believe he will, eventually, though it may take a lifetime for him to do so," Elrond responded wryly. "Erestor will not make it easy for him."
"I think, if anything, Erestor makes things difficult for himself," Legolas said gravely. "I do not know of his history, but I can not help but think that it is something from his past that holds him back." A glance at the surprised look on Elrond's face made him smile briefly. "I am right, am I not?"
"You are right, pen-neth. However, though there is much I know about our advisor, I suspect there are some things that still remain hidden. I can only hope that Erestor will eventually be able to lay his demons to rest and enjoy what he has with Glorfindel."
"In other words, one can only wait."
"Indeed."
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Elvish translations: Naneth - mother
pen-neth - young one
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Title: Courting an Elf Part 22
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Definitely some elf-smut going on…
Beta(s): Aglarien
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Word count: 995
Summary/Notes: Erestor and Glorfindel finally do the deed. The prompts used were 11 Jan 2007 - 'descent'; 15 Jan 2007 - 'delicious'; 19 Jan 2007 - 'pulse'; 23 Jan 2007 - 'shout'; 1 Feb 2007 - 'cream'; 12 Feb 2007 - 'suck'; 18 Mar 2007 - 'glow/glowing'; 3 Apr 2007 - 'embers'; 14 Mar 2007 - 'colour/colours/ colourful'; 18 Apr 2007 - 'sensual'; 20 Apr 2007 - 'seduction'; 22 May 2007 - 'hot'
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"Mmm…delicious…" Erestor's eyes closed blissfully as he finished off the rest of the strawberry.
Glorfindel shook his head in resignation. If there was one weakness that Erestor would admit to, it was his love for strawberries and, if there was cream to go with them, all the better.
But there was something about Erestor eating those strawberries that set Glorfindel's pulse racing. The way he bit into the juicy flesh, the way he licked his lips…it was pure seduction on Erestor's part.
The advisor gazed at Glorfindel with half-closed eyes. "Is something the matter?" he asked, his voice a throaty purr. Heat stole through Glorfindel, and he shuddered.
"It is…getting a little hot in here," he murmured, though the fire had long since died down, the glowing embers showing only a hint of colour.
He nearly groaned as he watched Erestor suck off the remaining cream that was on his finger, his mind suddenly filled of another vision - that of Erestor sucking his now very hard member.
Erestor seemed to sense what was going through Glorfindel's mind. Standing up, he began to remove his clothing, his eyes never leaving the seneschal's face. Glorfindel, meanwhile, could only stare in rapt fascination as Erestor's body was slowly revealed, his hands unconsciously gripping the arms on his chair.
Once Erestor had undressed, Glorfindel rose from his chair and approached the dark-haired elf. "Why do you do this?" he asked hoarsely.
There was some trepidation in Erestor's eyes as he replied, "I want you to make love to me, melethen. I want to know what it is like under your hands." He shivered slightly as Glorfindel's hands lightly brushed his arms.
"Are you sure you want this?"
Erestor nodded. "More than sure. Make love to me…please."
Stepping away slightly, Glorfindel began to remove his clothing, but with more haste than Erestor. When he was naked, he took Erestor's hand and began leading him to the bed.
"You know I will be gentle with you," he said, as he helped Erestor to lie down. "I will not do anything to you that will cause you pain."
"I know," Erestor whispered. "There is some oil within the drawer."
Glorfindel gazed at Erestor for a moment longer before leaning towards the nearby table and taking out the vial of oil. The scent of lavender and sandalwood hit his nostrils as he opened it and poured some of the liquid onto his fingers.
All the while Erestor watched him, trying to relax and to not show his fear. No other elf had taken him since Gil-galad and he could not help feeling a little afraid.
"I love you," Glorfindel whispered, one hand gently rubbing Erestor's chest as its oil-slicked counterpart moved to the puckered opening.
"I love you, too," Erestor responded, then gasped slightly as he felt one finger breach him. Glorfindel did not move, allowing the advisor the chance to adjust to the intrusion. He knew instinctively there had been no other since Gil-galad's death. And from what Erestor had told him, love-making with the king had not necessarily been pleasant. So he watched his lover's reaction carefully, soothing him with nonsensical words and gentle touches till he felt Erestor was able to take more.
A second finger joined the first, and Glorfindel began to gently scissor his fingers. He smiled when he saw the look of wonder on Erestor's face; clearly it had never been like this for him with Gil-galad. "More?" he asked softly.
Erestor nodded. "Please," he whispered, his voice husky.
Glorfindel added a third finger, and then probed carefully, feeling for the small nub that would only give pleasure. He knew he had found it when Erestor gave a shout.
"Do that again!" he pleaded, and Glorfindel grinned. Soon Erestor was writhing and whimpering, his shaft leaking copiously.
"Please, melethen," he begged, "take me, please!"
The seneschal removed his fingers, eliciting a small whimper of protest from Erestor as he felt their loss. The advisor watched with half-closed eyes as Glorfindel slicked his erection with some of the oil, then spread his legs wider to accommodate the larger elf. When he felt the blunt head of Glorfindel's shaft breach him, his breath hitched slightly, but he made himself stay relaxed.
Glorfindel eased himself in gradually, his eyes searching Erestor's face for any discomfort. It was only when he was fully sheathed that he stopped, overwhelmed. They fit together perfectly, and the knowledge almost brought tears to the warrior's eyes.
He began to move, his eyes taking in the gamut of emotions that flitted across Erestor's face before it finally settled into one of bliss. Punctuated by pleas of 'more', 'harder', 'faster', Glorfindel's movements steadily became quicker until he was literally pounding into his lover. Erestor's legs had by then wrapped themselves around his waist, drawing him in further. Then, with a hoarse scream, Erestor erupted, his seed spilling copiously upon his stomach and chest, his breathing ragged.
To Glorfindel, nothing looked more sensual than the sight of Erestor in the throes of passion. The fact that he had brought Erestor to this state brought a sense of satisfaction as well. In his eyes, it would only confirm to his lover that the warrior was nothing like Gil-galad. With a groan, he emptied himself into Erestor, barely managing to keep himself from dropping onto his lover.
Both stared at each other, trying to regulate their breathing. With a sigh, Glorfindel moved away to drop down next to Erestor, then gathered the other elf into his arms. "Are you all right?" he asked.
"Mmm…more than all right," Erestor said, snuggling closer. "That was…incredible…"
Glorfindel smiled. "It was not only incredible, it perfect."
"Tired."
"Then sleep, melethen. I shall keep watch over you."
"I know." Erestor yawned. "Your 'sword' most certainly fits well into my 'sheath'," he murmured drowsily, his head tucked underneath Glorfindel's chin. A rumble of laughter followed his remark, and Erestor smiled as he sank into reverie.
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Elvish translations: melethen - my love
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Title: Courting an Elf Part 23
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warnings: Does bad attempt at humour count?
Beta(s): Aglarien
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this.
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Word count: 614
Summary/Notes: 'Tis the morning after… The prompts used were 17 Apr 2007 - 'meeting'; 18 May 2007 - 'cliff'; 23 May 2007 - 'annoy'; 5 June 2007 - 'silent/silence'
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Erestor stirred in Glorfindel's arms, then opened his eyes. Drawing away slightly, he saw that Glorfindel was looking at him, a smile on his face.
"Maer aur, ervainen vorn," the seneschal said softly. "How do you feel?"
The advisor smiled in return. "Good, but I would feel much better if you would kiss me."
Glorfindel's eyebrow rose. "Indeed. I suppose that could be arranged," he said, then proceeded to kiss his lover thoroughly.
"Satisfied?" Glorfindel asked as they finally broke apart.
"Mmm…most definitely," Erestor murmured. Then his eyes snapped open. "What time is it?"
Glorfindel looked out the window. "Morning?" he said helpfully.
"I can see that it is morning." Erestor's reply was acerbic. "But we are both late!"
"Late for what," Glorfindel asked, puzzled, raising himself on his elbows to watch his lover gathering his clothes.
Erestor paused for a moment. "I am supposed to be in a meeting with Elrond as we speak. And are you not supposed to be on patrol?"
"No. And the meeting has been deferred."
The advisor, in the process of putting on his leggings, stopped. "Excuse me?"
"Elrond gave us both the morning off. So there is no need for you to worry."
Erestor stared. "Why did not tell me this earlier?!"
Glorfindel smiled. "We were a little…busy, remember?"
The advisor blushed. "So we were," he murmured. There was silence for a brief moment before Erestor asked, "Why?"
"Why, what?"
"Why did Elrond give us the morning off?"
"Oh."
"Oh?"
Glorfindel flushed slightly. "I…um…told Elrond that…that I…that is we…"
"Do you do this deliberately to annoy me?"
The seneschal looked affronted. "Annoy you? Annoy you with what?"
"Your inability to string together a coherent sentence that someone would have no difficulty in understanding."
"No…at least I do not think so."
"You. Do. Not. Think. So." Each word was pronounced with careful precision, making Glorfindel wince.
"I do not set out to deliberately annoy you, Erestor," Glorfindel said quietly. "I am sorry if it appears that way. You sometimes do not make it easy when you glare at me so."
Erestor decided to let that pass. "What did you tell Elrond?" he asked, though he was beginning to get an idea as to what it might be.
"I told him that I was going to talk to you."
The advisor gazed at the other elf in exasperation. "That was all you told him?"
"Aye. But it was his suggestion that I actually take you to bed. Not that I did not want to do that anyway," Glorfindel added hastily as he saw the look of disbelief on Erestor's face. "More specifically, he said I should 'ravage you senseless'."
Erestor gave a strangled sound as he dropped his clothes onto a nearby chair.
"Did I succeed?"
The advisor stared. "Succeed with what!"
"Ravaging you senseless, of course. By the way, you do realise your leggings are pooled about your ankles. You may wish to take them off before you try and walk anywhere." Glorfindel's tone was matter of fact.
Erestor rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Let me try and understand this clearly. You told Elrond you were going to talk to me, and he suggested that you take me to bed and ravage me senseless, which you were more than likely going to do anyway. Have I missed something?"
"No," Glorfindel said cheerfully. "I think you have summed it up rather nicely."
"Thank you," Erestor responded dryly as he bent down to remove the offending garment. Straightening, he looked Glorfindel directly in the eye. "Do me a favour."
"What would that be," Glorfindel asked, puzzled.
"Remind me to throw Elrond off a cliff," Erestor said as he crawled back into bed.
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Elvish translations: ervainen vorn - my dark beautiful one
maer aur - good morning
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Title: Courting an Elf Part 24
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrohir/Lothvaen
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Beta(s): Aglarien
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this.
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Word count: 390
Summary/Notes: Elrohir and Lothvaen talk. The prompts used were 18 Jan 2007 - 'queen'; 20 Jan 2007 - 'brilliant'; 16 Feb 2007 - 'yell'; 11 May 2007 - 'affection'; 4 June 2007 - 'cream/creamy'; 17 June 2007 - 'spank'
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"No, Lothvaen," Elrohir said wearily. "I do not think your idea brilliant at all." He looked at the pouting scribe, wishing not for the first time he could have just a normal relationship that did not involve various bits of…paraphernalia.
"Does that mean you do not want to spank me either?" Lothvaen asked in a small voice.
"Not all the time, no," Elrohir responded, not wanting to disappoint his lover entirely. Noticing the look of frustration on the scribe's face, he added, "And, please, do not start with the drama queen act. You may enjoy being tied up, spanked, or whatever, but I do not feel comfortable with it. I am prepared to indulge you occasionally, but not every single time!"
"Fine!"
"Shh…do not yell so!" Elrohir exhorted.
"Do you not love me?"
Elrohir stared. "Are you trying to manipulate me?" he asked suspiciously.
"No," Lothvaen replied, his look one of complete innocence, but there was a hint of colour on his otherwise creamy skin.
Elrohir shook his head in resignation, a rueful smile on his lips. Never could it be said that life with Lothvaen could ever be dull and boring, but there were times when the scribe tried his patience.
"All I want," he began, "is just to be able to make love to you. No ties, no spanking, no collars, chains or whatever else your crazy little heart desires. Just you, nothing else. I have indulged you, melethen, countless times. Is it not time you returned the favour and indulged me?"
Looking at Lothvaen, Elrohir was surprised and a little chagrined as seeing the sheen of tears in his lover's eyes.
"Diheno nin," Lothvaen whispered. "I never knew…"
Elrohir gathered his lover into arms. "'Tis all right, melethen. Mayhap we should have spoken earlier about this. But at least it is now in the open, hmm?"
Lothvaen nodded. "Do you love me?" he suddenly asked, his gaze earnest.
The younger Peredhel took a deep breath. "I care for you a great deal, Lothvaen," he replied.
"But 'care' is not the same as 'love'. It implies affection, nothing more." The scribe pulled away, his gaze never leaving Elrohir's face. "I love you," he said quietly. "Mayhap one day you will more than just care for me."
Elrohir could only stand in stunned silence as he watched the scribe leave the room.
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Elvish translations: diheno nin - forgive me
melethen - my love
Peredhel - half elf
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Title: Courting an Elf Part 25
Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au)
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Beta(s): Aglarien
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this.
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Word count: 345
Summary/Notes: A question is asked. The prompts used were 22 Jan 2007 - 'snack'; 24 Jan 2007 - 'announcement'; 27 Jan 2007 - 'excitement'; 2 May 2007 - 'impatient'; 24 May 2007 - 'aggravate'; 1 June 2007 - 'soothe/soothing'
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"What are you doing?"
Popping another sweetmeat into his mouth, Glorfindel looked at Erestor in puzzlement. "Having a snack, of course," he replied after swallowing.
Erestor shook his head. "I can not for the life of me work out where you put all that food. I am surprised you are not any larger."
"Mayhap the fact that I do a lot of training may have something to do with that," Glorfindel responded dryly. "Plus, I rather like these sweetmeats."
"So I have noticed."
"When shall we make our announcement?"
"Announcement for what?"
"Our bethrothal."
"Impatient, are we?"
"No more than usual, melethen," Glorfindel said blithely.
"How very true," Erestor muttered.
Choosing to ignore the advisor's last remark, Glorfindel continued, "Just imagine the excitement when we announce it, Erestor. Elrond will be beside himself trying to organise it, Lindir will be doing cartwheels in his attempts to write the perfect music…"
"Yes, yes, yes," the advisor snapped.
"You are rather testy today."
"I am, and you are only trying to aggravate me even further."
Glorfindel took his lover into his arms, his hand gently rubbing up and down Erestor's back in an attempt to soothe him. "I do not mean to aggravate you."
"Or annoy me, or anything else," Erestor retorted sharply.
"I can not help but love you, though." The seneschal's voice was quiet.
"I know, and I am glad." The dark-haired elf's voice had lost its edge, and he snuggled deeper into Glorfindel's embrace.
"Shall we make the announcement tonight?"
"Glorfindel, you have not yet asked me."
"Asked you?"
"Aye, asked me."
"Asked you what?"
Erestor sighed. "What one normally asks after one has been courting: Will you bind with me?"
"Of course I will bind with you, ervainen vorn."
The advisor wanted to hit his head against a wall. "You were supposed to ask me that."
"But you asked me instead, and I accepted." Glorfindel smiled down at the elf in his arms. "Shall we announce our betrothal tonight?"
Shaking his head in resignation, Erestor could only reply with the most obvious answer. "Yes."
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Elvish translations: ervainen vorn - my dark beautiful one
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TBC in 'Betrothal to an Elf' here.