Guardian Angel
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Adult +
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Chapter One
*Another* new fic... at this rate I'll burn myself out!
Title: Guardian Angel - Chapter One
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Pairing: Rúmil/Lindir
Rating: R
Summary: Lindir finally meets his guardian angel.
Disclaimer: Not mine, all Tolkien's
Warnings: A little angst, mostly fluffy.
Notes: For my dear friend SayAye - may your birthday be full of joy!
*************
He had never forgotten nor had he ever stopped searching. It was burned far too deeply into his heart and mind
In the midst of the slaughter of the travelling company to which he belonged, he had run, unarmed, untrained and desperate to live. But they had followed him, the orcs, hunting him down on snarling wargs.
Even to this day he could remember the stench of their breath as they closed in on him and the terrified pounding of his own heart as he became more and more certain that death was upon him.
From the corner of his eye he had seen the swing of the blade and ducked. But the long scimitar still caught him a glancing blow on the head and he went down, crying out in pain, blood pouring from the wound.
He had expected to die then, as the orc moved in for the kill. Looking up his vision blurred as the gruesome creature bore down on him.
Yet at the moment when he should have been sent to Mandos’ Halls, the orc let out a scream as a long blade pierced his chest, killing him within seconds.
The others had turned from him then and through his pain and confusion, Lindir could see a lone figure fighting off the remaining five orcs that had pursued him. He would have thought such actions folly, but his rescuer had appeared to know what he was doing and the orcs and wargs fell in short order to arrows and blade.
When silence had at last the figure made his way over to him. Lindir had never found out if it was an elf that had come to his aid, he could hardly see and consciousness was fast slipping away. Moving was also out of the question. All he could do was lay there and hope.
He remembered gentle arms lifting from the ground and a soft voice whispering words of comfort as he whimpered in pain. He had felt the heat of a fire as it flared up nearby and a light pressure on his head as his wound was bound. Then a cup had been pressed to his lips and he had tasted the bitterness of a healing tea.
After that he remembered nothing.
****************
He had awoken three days later in Imladris, in the healing house. No one had been able to tell him who his saviour was; he had been taken to the healers and made comfortable on a bed even before Lord Elrond had been alerted to his presence.
By the time they had realised he was there, whoever it was had gone.
Once he recovered he had tried to find whoever it was, but without success. Eventually he had given up and moved on with his life but he never forgot. Over four centuries had passed now and he had become chief minstrel of the Elven Haven, but thoughts of that day still lingered in his mind. All he wanted to do was say thank you. In his heart he wondered if that would ever be possible.
Currently he was on his way to Greenwood, for the summer festival. Since settling in Imladris after his people were slaughtered, he had made quite a name for himself as a minstrel and his presence had been specifically requested by King Thranduil.
The mood was light as they approached the great forest; even the guards would get chance to enjoy the festivities and anticipation was running high. The trees seemed to be a part of the celebrations too, as they swayed gently in time with the distant music.
Upon their arrival they were met by an equally cheerful party of Wood Elves, who took them in to meet the Elvenking, who was greeting his many guests in the throne room.
**********
As they walked through the halls they took in the many flower garlands that decorated everything, the bright colours lending to the atmosphere of celebration. Lindir smiled; even though he was here to perform he knew he was also going to enjoy himself greatly. The colours, the atmosphere, it was one of the most wonderful things Lindir had ever experienced.
They were escorted quickly to the throne room where the King was already awaiting them, looking resplendent in dark green robes and with a crown of summer flowers woven into his golden hair.
“Welcome, my friends!” he said, smiling at them warmly. “I am glad you could make the journey to join us!”
The head of the party, an elf named Orain, stepped forward.
Greetings, your majesty, we are delighted to be able to share this celebration with you! I bring with me Lindir, Lord Elrond’s chief minstrel, at your request.” Placing his hand on Lindir’s arm, he gently pushed the minstrel forward.
Lindir bowed, smiling at the Woodland King who looked delighted.
“Welcome, Lindir! Lord Elrond has been telling me of your musical talents for years; it is wonderful that you have come to charm my people at last!”
At this Lindir blushed and Thranduil laughed, though he could see that the travellers were weary.
“However it can wait until this evening. Go and rest, should you need anything you have but to ask.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Lindir replied, glad that he wouldn’t have to play just yet. He needed the rest if he was to impress them tonight.
Thranduil assigned guards to show them to their quarters and Lindir followed them through the palace, enjoying watching all the elves go about their business, preparing for the festival that night.
By the time he reached the rooms he was to stay in, the journey had really caught up with him and he was glad to sink into a hot bath and then sleep for a few hours before returning to the central courtyard where the celebrations were to be held.
************
As the sun set, Lindir checked his appearance, smoothing down his robes and making sure his braids were straight before leaving the room, harp in hand. He was looking forward to the concert, it was rare that he got chance to play outside of Imladris.
On arriving at the courtyard he could see that a dais had been set up near the centre for the musicians and that a few elves were already there, tuning their instruments before the concert began.
He smiled as he approached them and introduced himself. They were, he quickly discovered, quite a mixture, some were Greenwood natives, but others were from Lindon and from Lórien as well.
That night they would play separately, as they learned what each had to offer, but on the last night they would be expected to play together in concert as the celebrations reached their peak.
As he seated himself an Elleth approached him, wild blond hair falling in her eyes.
“Greetings Lindir,” she said, “I am Laeriel, chief minstrel of Greenwood. It is an honour to have you here.”
He nodded in response, blushing slightly at the compliment. “My thanks, Lady,” he responded. “It is an honour to be here. I look forward to playing with you.”
“As I look forward to playing with you,” she replied, then broke off as movement started at the edge of the courtyard. She grinned, “Time to start!” Swiftly she took her seat and she and her musicians began to play as King Thranduil, his wife and young son entered and made their way to where another platform had been raised and wooden thrones erected.
Once the Royal family was seated, Thranduil looked at the crowd and with the simple phrase ‘let the festivities commence’ the evening truly started.
Lindir played on and off for hours, revelling in the happy atmosphere, never seeming to tire. Yet he was not blind and quickly became aware that he was being watched.
Glancing over, he saw a tall, slender elf, seemingly trying to melt into the wall he stood against. His grey tunic marked him as a member of the Galadhrim and from the look on his face he clearly wished to fade into the background. The only movement at all was from his eyes, which tracked the minstrel’s every movement.
When next they took a break Lindir turned to Laeriel, confusion on his face.
“Do you know who that is?” he asked, inclining his head towards the elf.
Laeriel looked over briefly, hoping the elf would not notice.
“His name is Rúmil, from Lorien. He’s nice enough but so shy it’s painful. I don’t think anyone has ever managed to hold a conversation with him.”
Lindir listened, his eyes still on the Galadhel. There was just something about him, though Lindir couldn’t work out what it was.
Noticing the look, Laeriel smiled. “He seems interested in you… who knows? Maybe you are the one who bring him out of his shell!”
A speculative look crossed Lindir’s face. “Aye, maybe.”
****************
It was in the early hours of the morning that the party finally ended. Lindir was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep. However he also wanted to try to talk to Rúmil, to see if he could find out why the elf had been watching him all evening.
However, in the seconds it took for him to bend and pick up his harp, Rúmil had vanished.
Lindir sighed; it seemed as though Rúmil was going to prove elusive. With a sigh he headed off to bed, unaware that the elf he sought was actually still watching him from the shadows of a stone pillar.
End Chapter One
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Title: Guardian Angel - Chapter One
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Pairing: Rúmil/Lindir
Rating: R
Summary: Lindir finally meets his guardian angel.
Disclaimer: Not mine, all Tolkien's
Warnings: A little angst, mostly fluffy.
Notes: For my dear friend SayAye - may your birthday be full of joy!
*************
He had never forgotten nor had he ever stopped searching. It was burned far too deeply into his heart and mind
In the midst of the slaughter of the travelling company to which he belonged, he had run, unarmed, untrained and desperate to live. But they had followed him, the orcs, hunting him down on snarling wargs.
Even to this day he could remember the stench of their breath as they closed in on him and the terrified pounding of his own heart as he became more and more certain that death was upon him.
From the corner of his eye he had seen the swing of the blade and ducked. But the long scimitar still caught him a glancing blow on the head and he went down, crying out in pain, blood pouring from the wound.
He had expected to die then, as the orc moved in for the kill. Looking up his vision blurred as the gruesome creature bore down on him.
Yet at the moment when he should have been sent to Mandos’ Halls, the orc let out a scream as a long blade pierced his chest, killing him within seconds.
The others had turned from him then and through his pain and confusion, Lindir could see a lone figure fighting off the remaining five orcs that had pursued him. He would have thought such actions folly, but his rescuer had appeared to know what he was doing and the orcs and wargs fell in short order to arrows and blade.
When silence had at last the figure made his way over to him. Lindir had never found out if it was an elf that had come to his aid, he could hardly see and consciousness was fast slipping away. Moving was also out of the question. All he could do was lay there and hope.
He remembered gentle arms lifting from the ground and a soft voice whispering words of comfort as he whimpered in pain. He had felt the heat of a fire as it flared up nearby and a light pressure on his head as his wound was bound. Then a cup had been pressed to his lips and he had tasted the bitterness of a healing tea.
After that he remembered nothing.
****************
He had awoken three days later in Imladris, in the healing house. No one had been able to tell him who his saviour was; he had been taken to the healers and made comfortable on a bed even before Lord Elrond had been alerted to his presence.
By the time they had realised he was there, whoever it was had gone.
Once he recovered he had tried to find whoever it was, but without success. Eventually he had given up and moved on with his life but he never forgot. Over four centuries had passed now and he had become chief minstrel of the Elven Haven, but thoughts of that day still lingered in his mind. All he wanted to do was say thank you. In his heart he wondered if that would ever be possible.
Currently he was on his way to Greenwood, for the summer festival. Since settling in Imladris after his people were slaughtered, he had made quite a name for himself as a minstrel and his presence had been specifically requested by King Thranduil.
The mood was light as they approached the great forest; even the guards would get chance to enjoy the festivities and anticipation was running high. The trees seemed to be a part of the celebrations too, as they swayed gently in time with the distant music.
Upon their arrival they were met by an equally cheerful party of Wood Elves, who took them in to meet the Elvenking, who was greeting his many guests in the throne room.
**********
As they walked through the halls they took in the many flower garlands that decorated everything, the bright colours lending to the atmosphere of celebration. Lindir smiled; even though he was here to perform he knew he was also going to enjoy himself greatly. The colours, the atmosphere, it was one of the most wonderful things Lindir had ever experienced.
They were escorted quickly to the throne room where the King was already awaiting them, looking resplendent in dark green robes and with a crown of summer flowers woven into his golden hair.
“Welcome, my friends!” he said, smiling at them warmly. “I am glad you could make the journey to join us!”
The head of the party, an elf named Orain, stepped forward.
Greetings, your majesty, we are delighted to be able to share this celebration with you! I bring with me Lindir, Lord Elrond’s chief minstrel, at your request.” Placing his hand on Lindir’s arm, he gently pushed the minstrel forward.
Lindir bowed, smiling at the Woodland King who looked delighted.
“Welcome, Lindir! Lord Elrond has been telling me of your musical talents for years; it is wonderful that you have come to charm my people at last!”
At this Lindir blushed and Thranduil laughed, though he could see that the travellers were weary.
“However it can wait until this evening. Go and rest, should you need anything you have but to ask.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Lindir replied, glad that he wouldn’t have to play just yet. He needed the rest if he was to impress them tonight.
Thranduil assigned guards to show them to their quarters and Lindir followed them through the palace, enjoying watching all the elves go about their business, preparing for the festival that night.
By the time he reached the rooms he was to stay in, the journey had really caught up with him and he was glad to sink into a hot bath and then sleep for a few hours before returning to the central courtyard where the celebrations were to be held.
************
As the sun set, Lindir checked his appearance, smoothing down his robes and making sure his braids were straight before leaving the room, harp in hand. He was looking forward to the concert, it was rare that he got chance to play outside of Imladris.
On arriving at the courtyard he could see that a dais had been set up near the centre for the musicians and that a few elves were already there, tuning their instruments before the concert began.
He smiled as he approached them and introduced himself. They were, he quickly discovered, quite a mixture, some were Greenwood natives, but others were from Lindon and from Lórien as well.
That night they would play separately, as they learned what each had to offer, but on the last night they would be expected to play together in concert as the celebrations reached their peak.
As he seated himself an Elleth approached him, wild blond hair falling in her eyes.
“Greetings Lindir,” she said, “I am Laeriel, chief minstrel of Greenwood. It is an honour to have you here.”
He nodded in response, blushing slightly at the compliment. “My thanks, Lady,” he responded. “It is an honour to be here. I look forward to playing with you.”
“As I look forward to playing with you,” she replied, then broke off as movement started at the edge of the courtyard. She grinned, “Time to start!” Swiftly she took her seat and she and her musicians began to play as King Thranduil, his wife and young son entered and made their way to where another platform had been raised and wooden thrones erected.
Once the Royal family was seated, Thranduil looked at the crowd and with the simple phrase ‘let the festivities commence’ the evening truly started.
Lindir played on and off for hours, revelling in the happy atmosphere, never seeming to tire. Yet he was not blind and quickly became aware that he was being watched.
Glancing over, he saw a tall, slender elf, seemingly trying to melt into the wall he stood against. His grey tunic marked him as a member of the Galadhrim and from the look on his face he clearly wished to fade into the background. The only movement at all was from his eyes, which tracked the minstrel’s every movement.
When next they took a break Lindir turned to Laeriel, confusion on his face.
“Do you know who that is?” he asked, inclining his head towards the elf.
Laeriel looked over briefly, hoping the elf would not notice.
“His name is Rúmil, from Lorien. He’s nice enough but so shy it’s painful. I don’t think anyone has ever managed to hold a conversation with him.”
Lindir listened, his eyes still on the Galadhel. There was just something about him, though Lindir couldn’t work out what it was.
Noticing the look, Laeriel smiled. “He seems interested in you… who knows? Maybe you are the one who bring him out of his shell!”
A speculative look crossed Lindir’s face. “Aye, maybe.”
****************
It was in the early hours of the morning that the party finally ended. Lindir was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep. However he also wanted to try to talk to Rúmil, to see if he could find out why the elf had been watching him all evening.
However, in the seconds it took for him to bend and pick up his harp, Rúmil had vanished.
Lindir sighed; it seemed as though Rúmil was going to prove elusive. With a sigh he headed off to bed, unaware that the elf he sought was actually still watching him from the shadows of a stone pillar.
End Chapter One
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