An Unlikely Lust
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Chapter 11
Author's Note: This isn't a long one, but I'm trying to keep it going faster than I have been.
Note, I also tried something else I never did before (I'm still a newbie to this stuff!). I attempted to use some elvish phrases in here, although I am still not great with doing so. I only used one so far (don't laugh) that I haven't seen used in context before but if anyone reading this is better at the languages than I am and notices a horrible error in my use, please let me know. I am pretty much just using research from the internet to find these phrases. Thanks!
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Title: An Unlikely Lust (11/?)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Haldir/Thranduil, Rumil/Legolas
Warnings: AU, teasing, mild unwanted touching, graphic sex
Disclaimer: If they were mine I would be rich. Seeing as I am broke, they are obviously not mine. But good lord do they make dreams worth while!
Summary: Thranduil wants to make his feelings known and help Haldir get over the object of his affections. And Orophin and Rumil have plans for knocking Legolas down a few pegs on the ego ladder.
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Haldir jumped at the sound of knocking at his door. Taking a moment to adjust his eyes and shake off the sleep, he waited for the second knock before responding. “Enter.”
Orophin stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. Looking at Haldir, he tilted his head to the side. “You didn’t sleep in that chair all night, did you?”
“No. I’m not sure when I fell asleep, but only since then.”
“Well. Unfortunately, I have some bad news.”
“More?”
“What do you mean?”
“Never mind. What is it?”
“Rumil was involved in a slight… scuffle this morning. He went outside for a few moments and several of the other warriors started making jokes about him and Legolas.”
“Did he hurt them?”
“Not too badly. Although I sent them to the healers once the fight was broken up. Lord Celeborn is beyond angry.”
“Wonderful.”
“Haldir, what is wrong? I thought you would be more animated about this news than you are.”
“Orophin, I fell asleep to bad news, and woke to it. I have had enough for one lifetime.”
“Did something happen?”
“Lord Celeborn decided on Rumil’s punishment. Or, I should say, Legolas told them what it would be. Celeborn did not have much choice when Thranduil agreed to Legolas’ ‘suggestion.’”
“What is his punishment?”
“His punishment is to be the first elf in Lothlorien to be whipped in centuries.”
“Whipped?! Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to fight it?”
“How can I? Thranduil is the one who agreed to it, and arguing with him will eventually get me whipped right after Rumil.”
“So that is it, then? You are going to allow it?”
“Allow it? Orophin. Use your head, I cannot stop it, I am a marchwarden, not a king. Although I sent Thranduil bouncing off his backside once I heard.”
“Mmm. Then who is going to perform this act?”
“Legolas.”
“You must be joking?”
“I wish I was, brother.”
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Rumil paced the length of his talan several times. His mumblings were no longer making sense even to himself. The last few weeks had been dreadful. His fellow warriors had been joking about his antics, and he was no longer sure if they were kidding anymore.
Flopping down on the bed, he stared at the ceiling for a long while trying to gather his thoughts back and make some sense. So many ideas had come to him, but he took Orophin’s advice and refrained from following through with any more rash ideas.
The door flew open, causing Rumil to jump.
“Get up, Rumil! This is no time for a nap!”
“Orophin! What are you doing?”
“I have an idea.”
“Again? I am not following any more of your ideas; it only gets me into trouble. Do you have any idea how restless I have been with nothing to do? Celeborn will not even let me train with the others!”
“That, dear brother, is the least of your worries right now. Come on, get up. We need to pack.”
“Pack? Where are we going?”
Orophin froze for a moment and then turned, dropping some clothes on the bed and smiling. “I have not the faintest idea.”
“Another well thought plan, I see. How about this. Why are we going?”
“Because your punishment was decided last night.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. And I am not going to allow it.”
“Orophin, what is my punishment to be?”
Before he could answer, a knock was heard at the door. “Enter.”
The guard stepped inside, his eyes to the ground. “Rumil, Lord Celeborn wishes to speak with you. He is with the healers. He told me to bring you there and have you wait.”
Rumil looked to Orophin, whose eyes were frozen on the guard. Slowly, he turned to face Rumil. His face was creased with worry. Looking back to the guard, he asked, “What does he wish to speak with him about?”
“I am unsure. He only told me to escort him to the healing wing.”
“But I…”
“Orophin. It is alright. I will go.”
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It felt like hours that he sat there alone in an empty room in the healing wing. Rumil looked around his surroundings, trying to occupy his mind with them instead of thoughts of what was to become of him.
The door to the room creaked open slowly and Rumil looked over. Celeborn stepped inside and closed the door. “'Quel amrun, Rumil.”
Rumil nodded his reply, a knot blocking his throat.
“I apologize for the informality of this meeting, but my news is not good and I wanted you to be slightly more comfortable than you would be otherwise.”
“I understand,” Rumil forced a whisper.
“Rumil, as you know, I have taken longer than I should have in coming up with a punishment for your crime. Again, I apologize, since I know the waiting must be horrible. However, you must be punished, and the decision was made for me by Prince Legolas. Thranduil agreed to it, and it must be carried out.”
Rumil looked into Celeborn’s eyes and knew right away that his situation was dire. But something in his Lord’s eyes told him that not all parties involved in the decision were in agreement.
“It has not been done in some time,” Celeborn continued. “But it was decided that you will be whipped for your crime.”
Rumil chocked back a gasp as he began rubbing his knuckles. Whipped? He did not even know they delivered such a punishment in Lothlorien.
“The punishment will be carried out by Prince Legolas, upon his request, and it will not be a public whipping, upon my request. Once the punishment has been carried out, you will be given time to heal. Once healed, you may return to your duties and no further punishment will be delivered. Do you understand?”
“Yes, my Lord,” Rumil turned his face to the ground, hiding the tears that began to flow.
“The punishment will be carried out tomorrow afternoon. I will send a guard to retrieve you from your talan at that time, and he will escort you to the stables. Unless I can think of a better place to do this privately, but I doubt I will. There is enough room there, and it is close to the healing wing. Orophin must be present for the whipping. Do you wish for Haldir to be there as well?”
“Yes, my Lord.”
“Alright. Both of your brothers will also be escorted there after you have been brought in. Thranduil will also be present, as he wishes to witness the punishment. Are you alright, Rumil?”
He nodded in response, tears chocking him back once again.
Celeborn sighed. “You may go. Rest well, Penneth. You will need it.”
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TBC…
Translations:
'Quel amrun = Good Morning
Penneth = Young one
Note, I also tried something else I never did before (I'm still a newbie to this stuff!). I attempted to use some elvish phrases in here, although I am still not great with doing so. I only used one so far (don't laugh) that I haven't seen used in context before but if anyone reading this is better at the languages than I am and notices a horrible error in my use, please let me know. I am pretty much just using research from the internet to find these phrases. Thanks!
*************************
Title: An Unlikely Lust (11/?)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Haldir/Thranduil, Rumil/Legolas
Warnings: AU, teasing, mild unwanted touching, graphic sex
Disclaimer: If they were mine I would be rich. Seeing as I am broke, they are obviously not mine. But good lord do they make dreams worth while!
Summary: Thranduil wants to make his feelings known and help Haldir get over the object of his affections. And Orophin and Rumil have plans for knocking Legolas down a few pegs on the ego ladder.
***************************
Haldir jumped at the sound of knocking at his door. Taking a moment to adjust his eyes and shake off the sleep, he waited for the second knock before responding. “Enter.”
Orophin stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. Looking at Haldir, he tilted his head to the side. “You didn’t sleep in that chair all night, did you?”
“No. I’m not sure when I fell asleep, but only since then.”
“Well. Unfortunately, I have some bad news.”
“More?”
“What do you mean?”
“Never mind. What is it?”
“Rumil was involved in a slight… scuffle this morning. He went outside for a few moments and several of the other warriors started making jokes about him and Legolas.”
“Did he hurt them?”
“Not too badly. Although I sent them to the healers once the fight was broken up. Lord Celeborn is beyond angry.”
“Wonderful.”
“Haldir, what is wrong? I thought you would be more animated about this news than you are.”
“Orophin, I fell asleep to bad news, and woke to it. I have had enough for one lifetime.”
“Did something happen?”
“Lord Celeborn decided on Rumil’s punishment. Or, I should say, Legolas told them what it would be. Celeborn did not have much choice when Thranduil agreed to Legolas’ ‘suggestion.’”
“What is his punishment?”
“His punishment is to be the first elf in Lothlorien to be whipped in centuries.”
“Whipped?! Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to fight it?”
“How can I? Thranduil is the one who agreed to it, and arguing with him will eventually get me whipped right after Rumil.”
“So that is it, then? You are going to allow it?”
“Allow it? Orophin. Use your head, I cannot stop it, I am a marchwarden, not a king. Although I sent Thranduil bouncing off his backside once I heard.”
“Mmm. Then who is going to perform this act?”
“Legolas.”
“You must be joking?”
“I wish I was, brother.”
***************************
Rumil paced the length of his talan several times. His mumblings were no longer making sense even to himself. The last few weeks had been dreadful. His fellow warriors had been joking about his antics, and he was no longer sure if they were kidding anymore.
Flopping down on the bed, he stared at the ceiling for a long while trying to gather his thoughts back and make some sense. So many ideas had come to him, but he took Orophin’s advice and refrained from following through with any more rash ideas.
The door flew open, causing Rumil to jump.
“Get up, Rumil! This is no time for a nap!”
“Orophin! What are you doing?”
“I have an idea.”
“Again? I am not following any more of your ideas; it only gets me into trouble. Do you have any idea how restless I have been with nothing to do? Celeborn will not even let me train with the others!”
“That, dear brother, is the least of your worries right now. Come on, get up. We need to pack.”
“Pack? Where are we going?”
Orophin froze for a moment and then turned, dropping some clothes on the bed and smiling. “I have not the faintest idea.”
“Another well thought plan, I see. How about this. Why are we going?”
“Because your punishment was decided last night.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. And I am not going to allow it.”
“Orophin, what is my punishment to be?”
Before he could answer, a knock was heard at the door. “Enter.”
The guard stepped inside, his eyes to the ground. “Rumil, Lord Celeborn wishes to speak with you. He is with the healers. He told me to bring you there and have you wait.”
Rumil looked to Orophin, whose eyes were frozen on the guard. Slowly, he turned to face Rumil. His face was creased with worry. Looking back to the guard, he asked, “What does he wish to speak with him about?”
“I am unsure. He only told me to escort him to the healing wing.”
“But I…”
“Orophin. It is alright. I will go.”
***************************
It felt like hours that he sat there alone in an empty room in the healing wing. Rumil looked around his surroundings, trying to occupy his mind with them instead of thoughts of what was to become of him.
The door to the room creaked open slowly and Rumil looked over. Celeborn stepped inside and closed the door. “'Quel amrun, Rumil.”
Rumil nodded his reply, a knot blocking his throat.
“I apologize for the informality of this meeting, but my news is not good and I wanted you to be slightly more comfortable than you would be otherwise.”
“I understand,” Rumil forced a whisper.
“Rumil, as you know, I have taken longer than I should have in coming up with a punishment for your crime. Again, I apologize, since I know the waiting must be horrible. However, you must be punished, and the decision was made for me by Prince Legolas. Thranduil agreed to it, and it must be carried out.”
Rumil looked into Celeborn’s eyes and knew right away that his situation was dire. But something in his Lord’s eyes told him that not all parties involved in the decision were in agreement.
“It has not been done in some time,” Celeborn continued. “But it was decided that you will be whipped for your crime.”
Rumil chocked back a gasp as he began rubbing his knuckles. Whipped? He did not even know they delivered such a punishment in Lothlorien.
“The punishment will be carried out by Prince Legolas, upon his request, and it will not be a public whipping, upon my request. Once the punishment has been carried out, you will be given time to heal. Once healed, you may return to your duties and no further punishment will be delivered. Do you understand?”
“Yes, my Lord,” Rumil turned his face to the ground, hiding the tears that began to flow.
“The punishment will be carried out tomorrow afternoon. I will send a guard to retrieve you from your talan at that time, and he will escort you to the stables. Unless I can think of a better place to do this privately, but I doubt I will. There is enough room there, and it is close to the healing wing. Orophin must be present for the whipping. Do you wish for Haldir to be there as well?”
“Yes, my Lord.”
“Alright. Both of your brothers will also be escorted there after you have been brought in. Thranduil will also be present, as he wishes to witness the punishment. Are you alright, Rumil?”
He nodded in response, tears chocking him back once again.
Celeborn sighed. “You may go. Rest well, Penneth. You will need it.”
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TBC…
Translations:
'Quel amrun = Good Morning
Penneth = Young one