Title: Courting an Elf Part 8 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel Rating: R Summary: Glorfindel has an idea, but Elrond advises otherwise. Genre: Romance Warnings: References to sex… Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Word count: 530 Beta(s): Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649) Author’s note: 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’ ************************ 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.” ************************ Elvish translations: mellonen – my friend *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Title: Courting an Elf Part 9 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrohir/Lothvaen, Legolas, Lindir Rating: PG Summary: Legolas watches Lindir, and is in turn watched by Glorfindel and Erestor. 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: 408 Beta(s): Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649) Author’s note: The prompts used were 14 Dec 2006 – ‘stitch/stitches’ and ‘instrument’; 9 Jan 2007 – ‘royal’; 25 Mar 2007 – ‘tunic’; 28 Mar 2007 – ‘timid’ ************************ 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. ************************ Elvish translations: melethen – my love *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Title: Courting an Elf Part 10 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Legolas/Lindir Rating: PG Summary: Legolas 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: 436 Beta(s): Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649) Author’s note: 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’ ************************ 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. ************************ Elvish translations: Adar – father Anar – sun Ithil – moon *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*