Title: Courting an Elf Part 17 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Legolas/Lindir Rating: PG Summary: Legolas invites Lindir on a picnic. Genre: Romance Warnings: None Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Word count: 473 Beta(s): Aglarien Author’s note: 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’ ************************ “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. ************************ Elvish translations: Anar – Sun Ethuil – Spring hannon le – thank you *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Title: Courting an Elf Part 18 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel Rating: PG Summary: Erestor reflects. Genre: Romance Warnings: None Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Word count: 489 Beta(s): Aglarien Author’s note: The prompts used were 24 Dec 2006 – ‘eve’; 27 Dec 2006 – ‘candle’; 31 Jan 2007 – ‘cold’; 1 Mar 2007 – ‘jealous’; 21 Apr 2007 – ‘pretend’ ************************ 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. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Title: Courting an Elf Part 19 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrohir/Lothvaen Rating: PG Summary: Elrohir decides enough is enough where Lothvaen’s whims are concerned. Genre: Romance Warnings: None Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Word count: 461 Beta(s): Aglarien Author’s note: 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’ ************************ “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. ************************ Elvish translations: díheno nín – forgive me ellon – male elf melethen – my love *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*