Title: Married to an Elf Part 4/25 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel, Lothvaen/Haldir, Lindir Rating: R Summary: Lindir finds out some things about Lothvaen. Genre: Romance Word count: 547 Warnings: References to sex. Beta: Aglarien Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Authors Note: The prompts used were 14 Sep 2006 – ‘lonesome‘; 6 Oct 2006 – ‘violet‘ ************************ Lindir watched with some concern as Lothvaen sat down gingerly in his chair. “What happened, mellonen?” he asked. “Why do you look so…happy?” “I am happy,” Lothvaen replied, his face beatific. “But you are hurt!” “Not hurt, Lindir, but just a little sore. Haldir was more than…thorough,” the scribe replied. “Thorough?” the minstrel queried. “*Very* thorough.” Lothvaen’s voice had taken on a dreamy quality. “Thorough in what?” Lindir asked curiously. “Taking me. He is rather…well-endowed,” the scribe said a little coyly. “And he was so good in spanking me,” Lothvaen continued, hurrying on when he saw the horrified expression on the minstrel’s face, “but it was what I wanted.” “You *wanted* to be spanked?” Lindir asked in disbelief. Lothvaen turned a puzzled gaze to his friend. “Of course. I like being spanked; I like being tied up; I like clamps being put on my nipples. I like quite a few things done to me, actually. I thought you knew that.” Lindir’s face was a picture as he stared at his friend. “How in all of Middle-earth was I supposed to know any of *that*?” he finally asked. “Oh. I take it you did not?” Lothvaen asked the obvious. “No!” “Ah. Well, now you know,” the scribe said complacently. “I just thought that you would have heard me being a little…noisy.” Lindir shook his head. “I am on another floor at the opposite end of the corridor, mellonen. Nevertheless, I really do not think that was something I needed to know about.” The minstrel reached towards the fruit bowl, then drew back his hand. “Who,” he began slowly, “is Haldir?” “The Galadhel that everyone thought I imagined,” Lothvaen said cheerfully. “You mean he is real?” Lothvaen nodded as he bit into an apple. “Apparently he was invited to join a border patrol; that is why I had not seen him again until he returned yesterday.” “Is he not a Marchwarden?” “He is. He is also Orophin’s older brother, except I can not see much of a resemblance between the two.” “What will happen when he returns to Lothlórien?” Lindir asked. Lothvaen gave a strange look. “What exactly is supposed to happen? He returns to Lothlórien, I remain here in Imladris, though I will be lonesome when he does go.” He took another bite of his apple before noticing the expression on his friend’s face. “All right, what is bothering you?” “Do you think yourself in love with him?” Lindir asked quietly. The scribe gave a short bark of laughter. “No,” he declared emphatically. “I learnt my lesson with Elrohir. I am definitely in lust with Haldir. He knows what I like, and is more than happy to indulge me because it is something he enjoys doing. So stop worrying, Lindir.” The minstrel was silent, contemplating his plate before him, before turning his violet-hued gaze to his friend. “I will try, mellonen. I just feel that this has happened too quickly…” “After Elrohir?” Lothvaen shrugged slightly. “Possibly, I do not know. However, I intend to enjoy myself for the time that Haldir is here. Now, could you pass me over some of that bread, please?” Wordlessly, Lindir passed over the platter, his mien sombre. He could not help but feel that his friend was once more heading towards heartbreak. ************************ Elvish translations: mellonen – my friend *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Title: Married to an Elf Part 5/25 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel Rating: PG Summary: Glorfindel reaches the end of his tether. Genre: Romance Word count: 554 Warnings: None Beta: Aglarien Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Authors Note: The prompts used were 2 Aug 2006 – ‘flap‘; 5 Aug 2007 – ‘enjoy’; 6 Aug 2007 – ‘challenge’; 18 Aug 2007 – ‘endeavour’ ************************ The day before the ceremony saw Erestor in more of a flap than usual. Many an amused gaze was directed his way as he continued to try and organise everything, despite Elrond’s protestations that he need not, indeed should not, do anything at all. However, in the end, the elf-lord threw his hands in the air in resignation. It was obvious to him that Erestor would not be happy unless he had a hand in the preparations. Glorfindel, in the meantime, watched as his betrothed went through the various lists again and again, wondering how he could possibly get the darkling elf to forget about lists, fittings and the myriad of other things that a ceremony somehow required, for at least an afternoon. After listening to Erestor complain – again – about what type of food to have for the celebration afterwards, the seneschal had had enough. “Leave it,” he ordered. “You have gone through that list so many times that I am surprised the cooks have not walked out of the kitchens, vowing never to return!” “But…” “No. Buts.” Glorfindel glared at the advisor. “Enough is enough. It is the day before the ceremony, and you have done nothing but chase your own tail. This is not the first binding ceremony to be held here in Imladris, and Elrond is fully capable of organising it.” The seneschal shook his head. “Yet you can not help yourself, can you?” “There is still much to do,” Erestor said quietly. “Then let someone else do it!” Glorfindel roared. He strode towards the desk and picked up every single piece of parchment he could find, barely missing knocking over the ink-well in his haste. “What are you doing?!” Erestor demanded. “What does it look like I am doing? I am taking all of this and giving it to Elrond; if there is something that still needs to be finalised for the ceremony, then he can do it. You are *not* doing anything more.” With those parting words, Glorfindel stormed out of the room with the parchments, only to return a few minutes later with a satisfied smile on his face. “There, done,” he announced. “Elrond said he was more than happy to finish things off. Now, what to do with *you* for the rest of the day,” Glorfindel said with a determined look. “Do with me? There is nothing to be done, certainly not by you!” Erestor hissed. “No?” Glorfindel raised an eyebrow in amusement. “No!” Erestor stood with his arms crossed over his chest and glared at the golden-haired warrior. “Ah, ervainen vorn, you should know better,” Glorfindel said softly. “There is nothing I enjoy more than a challenge.” His pace was slow and measured as he approached the darkling elf. “Tell me, melethen, are you going to endeavour to thwart me and provide me with a greater challenge?” he purred. Erestor swallowed. “Do you want me to?” he whispered. Glorfindel smiled. “I do not think I would mind if you did,” he admitted. “Good – for if you wish to do ‘something’ with me, maethoren vain, then you will have to catch me first.” With a grin, Erestor quickly dashed past the surprised seneschal and ran out of the room. “Oh, never fear, I most will catch you!” Then, with a joyous laugh, Glorfindel followed his darkling elf. ************************ Elvish translations: ervainen vorn – my dark beautiful one maethoren vain – my beautiful warrior melethen – my love *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Title: Married to an Elf Part 6/25 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing(s): Erestor/Glorfindel, Elladan, Elrohir Rating: PG Summary: Elladan surprises his brother. Genre: Romance Word count: 622 Warnings: None Beta: Aglarien Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Authors Note: The prompts used were 18 Aug 2006 – ‘freedom’; 14 Sep 2006 – ‘mirror’; 22 Aug 2007 – ‘joke’ ************************ “When are you going to stop hiding, Elladan?” Elrohir’s voice was quiet, though the sorrow was evident in its tone. “How can I hide when you always seem to know where to find me?” Elladan retorted bitterly. “I can not go anywhere without you appearing moments later!” “You exaggerate.” “Do I?” Elladan responded, but then sighed. “I just want the freedom to be able to be on my own, Elrohir. Surely that is not too difficult to understand?” “I left you alone for a good three days after the conversation with our father and grandmother, Elladan. How much more time do you need?” Elrohir stood before his twin, grasping his chin and forcing Elladan to look at him when the other turned his head away. “I repeat: How much more time do you need?” “I hear Adar has taken over finalising everything for the ceremony.” “Stop changing the subject!” Elrohir took a deep breath in an attempt to contain his anger. “You said that you had come to the same conclusion that we were more than likely soul- mates, Elladan,” he began, his voice now carefully controlled. “Yet you fight it. Why?” “Do you really want to know the truth?” Elladan’s gaze was stormy with emotion. “That is all I ask,” Elrohir said quietly. “Tell me, Elladan; mayhap we can then finally work this all out.” Elladan swallowed. “I had always wondered what…what it would be like…” he began haltingly. “What would ‘what’ be like?” Elrohir prompted. “What it would be like to make love to one who was the mirror-image of yourself.” There, the words were out, and Elladan waited with some trepidation as to what his brother’s reaction would be. “For how long?” Elrohir asked quietly. “Since our majority.” Elrohir paused only momentarily before asking, “And when did you realise that we could be soul-mates?” Elladan took a deep breath. “At the same time,” he confessed. The younger Peredhel stepped away, his gaze never leaving his brother’s. “Is that what grandmother meant?” he whispered. “Partly, I think.” For every step that Elrohir took back, Elladan took one forward, till he had his younger twin pinned to the wall. “For so long I had buried deep the idea that we could possibly be more than just brothers, so when you finally realised it yourself I just wanted to run and hide as far away as possible. It did not help to find out that father and grandmother were aware. Not to mention Erestor and Glorfindel. It makes it seem so…so…final, so absolute!” “So you knew before I even said anything to you about what grandmother had said,” Elrohir said softly. Elladan nodded, and raised a shaking hand to caress his brother’s cheek. “But I could never rid myself of my desire for you. It has always been there, hidden, but now…” Elladan’s voice trailed off, and he allowed his hand to fall from Elrohir’s face to skim his arm till they reached the younger twin’s hand. Giving a gentle tug, he led Elrohir to a mirror. “Look at us in the mirror,” Elladan exhorted hoarsely. “I know that, whenever I have looked, I have always seen you by my side, even though you were not physically standing next to me as you are now. But the shadow of your soul was always there, always. So many times I wanted to say something to you, yet I always hesitated, afraid of your reaction, despite what you had overheard.” Elrohir tore his hand away from his brother’s grip and rapidly stepped back. “I can not listen to any more. I…I need…” With a final, beseeching look at Elladan, Elrohir turned and practically raced out the door, leaving his more than bewildered brother in his wake. ************************ Elvish translations: Adar – father *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*