So Many Ways To See You
folder
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
1,831
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
1,831
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Clouds of Change
Title: Clouds of Change
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Pairing: Rúmil/Thranduil
Rating: PG13
Prompt: 019 - With hearts strangely lightened they now rested again, but not for long.
Word Count: 526
Summary: War is on the way...
***********
His lover’s arms were wrapped about him, the sheets soft, if rumpled and the autumn breeze was refreshingly cool, yet Rúmil could find no rest. Had he not been mindful of his sleeping companion he would have been tossing and turning. Resting his head on the strong chest, he sighed deeply.
“What troubles you?”
Rúmil jumped, unaware that his lover had woken. “I did not mean to disturb you,” he said apologetically.
“It does not matter,” Thranduil replied gently, his hold on Rúmil tightening a little. “Tell me what it is that keeps you from slumber.”
The embrace was comforting and Rúmil could not help but feel reassured as he relaxed in it. “The war… everyone knows it is inevitable now… they say it will be upon us in a matter of months, if not less.”
Rúmil’s obvious anxiety concerned Thranduil, for his lover was usually not one to let the future worry him. “You are a warrior and no coward, you should not fear battle.”
“It is not the battle I fear, but the changes that will come in the wake of it,” Rúmil explained. “It could well change the whole of Arda – does that not disturb you? We might win, yet still lose all that we fought for.”
Thranduil smiled softly. “I have seen many changes in this world, and I believe that if we are victorious, the changes will be for the best. Perhaps this wood will become green again, as it used to be.” He pulled Rúmil in for a tender kiss. “Perhaps we will not be parted so often – if at all.”
A slow smile graced Rúmil’s face. “I would like that, very much. I only hope that I survive the war – I am no fool, I know well that I will be on the borders when the Orcs come.”
“You will return to me.” Thranduil’s voice was confident. “I have no doubt of that.”
Rúmil looked up at the King, frowning slightly. “How can you be so sure? It is war and some are bound to fall. You can not know that I will not be amongst them, as much as I do not wish to be. I have no delusions that my life is worth more than another’s.”
“You will return to me because you always have,” Thranduil told him, “and if this is indeed the last war, then you are stubborn enough not to let that change now.” He grinned at his lover, delighted when the tension finally faded from Rúmil’s face, to be replaced by an amused smile.
“Thank you,” Rúmil said as he lay back again. “That… makes me feel more at ease.”
Thranduil pulled the soft blankets back over them, ensuring they were both comfortable. “Good,” he replied. “Try to sleep, there is time yet until dawn.”
Rúmil nodded and finally allowed sleep to take him, knowing that Thranduil would soon join him on the path of dreams.
It was with hearts strangely lightened they now rested again, but not for long. For as the sun rose, Thranduil took it upon himself to remind Rúmil of the many things that would always stay the same.
END
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Pairing: Rúmil/Thranduil
Rating: PG13
Prompt: 019 - With hearts strangely lightened they now rested again, but not for long.
Word Count: 526
Summary: War is on the way...
***********
His lover’s arms were wrapped about him, the sheets soft, if rumpled and the autumn breeze was refreshingly cool, yet Rúmil could find no rest. Had he not been mindful of his sleeping companion he would have been tossing and turning. Resting his head on the strong chest, he sighed deeply.
“What troubles you?”
Rúmil jumped, unaware that his lover had woken. “I did not mean to disturb you,” he said apologetically.
“It does not matter,” Thranduil replied gently, his hold on Rúmil tightening a little. “Tell me what it is that keeps you from slumber.”
The embrace was comforting and Rúmil could not help but feel reassured as he relaxed in it. “The war… everyone knows it is inevitable now… they say it will be upon us in a matter of months, if not less.”
Rúmil’s obvious anxiety concerned Thranduil, for his lover was usually not one to let the future worry him. “You are a warrior and no coward, you should not fear battle.”
“It is not the battle I fear, but the changes that will come in the wake of it,” Rúmil explained. “It could well change the whole of Arda – does that not disturb you? We might win, yet still lose all that we fought for.”
Thranduil smiled softly. “I have seen many changes in this world, and I believe that if we are victorious, the changes will be for the best. Perhaps this wood will become green again, as it used to be.” He pulled Rúmil in for a tender kiss. “Perhaps we will not be parted so often – if at all.”
A slow smile graced Rúmil’s face. “I would like that, very much. I only hope that I survive the war – I am no fool, I know well that I will be on the borders when the Orcs come.”
“You will return to me.” Thranduil’s voice was confident. “I have no doubt of that.”
Rúmil looked up at the King, frowning slightly. “How can you be so sure? It is war and some are bound to fall. You can not know that I will not be amongst them, as much as I do not wish to be. I have no delusions that my life is worth more than another’s.”
“You will return to me because you always have,” Thranduil told him, “and if this is indeed the last war, then you are stubborn enough not to let that change now.” He grinned at his lover, delighted when the tension finally faded from Rúmil’s face, to be replaced by an amused smile.
“Thank you,” Rúmil said as he lay back again. “That… makes me feel more at ease.”
Thranduil pulled the soft blankets back over them, ensuring they were both comfortable. “Good,” he replied. “Try to sleep, there is time yet until dawn.”
Rúmil nodded and finally allowed sleep to take him, knowing that Thranduil would soon join him on the path of dreams.
It was with hearts strangely lightened they now rested again, but not for long. For as the sun rose, Thranduil took it upon himself to remind Rúmil of the many things that would always stay the same.
END