House of the Golden Flower

THANKYOU SIOBE!!


Approximately 20 Years Later:

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I woke to a soft wuffling noise at my ear. I looked over at Turgon, surely he wasn’t...he was sniffing me! On purpose, to wake me up, I noticed. I looked at him in wonder and a bit of horror. It was quite unlike him to wake me, and snuffling?

Grinning at my confusion, he leant over and kissed me between the eyes. I forgot all about the odd wake-up for a moment and stretched up to kiss him back. Our mouths met and I relished his flavor and the tongue that batted insistently at mine. I knew his mouth almost as well as I knew my own, by feel, and by taste. Nevertheless I took my time, teasing him until his tongue went from begging and needy to demanding and insistent.

I pulled back. He glared. "Saucy tease." He mumbled, looking over at the window to judge the time. I reached down and cupped his heavy hardness with my palm. I stroked the pleasant weight of it and received a cuff on the bottom. His hand met my half-hard member and I quickly swelled until his ministrations. "Not fair." I ground out.
"Why’s that?" He enquired.
"It likes you." I teased.
"So I see. Does it do tricks?"
"Oh yes, lots. But there’s one...or two...ah...it really wants to do...oh...now."
"Hmmmm..."He rumbled ominously.

One of his hands left my aching erection and returned slick, sliding over my skin. "No." I protested. I was usually the one inside him, and I’d taken plenty of turns with him inside me, but I really wanted to ride him this morning. He just grunted, unrelenting. I captured the bottle and rubbed it on him, replacing the stopper.
Then the battle was on.

We rolled around, wrestling one another into position and playfully restraining each other during careful preparations, and he managed me into a position above him with his legs around my waist and jerked with his calves. I swerved neatly, shying away and sliding myself into position where his legs would be useless. Outmaneuvered and nearly too far gone, he relented and I sank down on him until our skin met with matching moans of appreciation.

"Why’d...you wake me...like that?" I demanded breathily.
"Oh...ah...had wanted to...invite you to...ah!...open court...today." He managed to reply between thrusts.
I arched a brow and tried to look as dignified as I could while bouncing atop another man. "I...would like to go...oh yes, there." I replied, partly talking to myself and partly to him. Well, perhaps I was talking to him on both accounts. I wasn’t quite sure, being rather preoccupied at the moment.

After we gave up trying to talk and he began to stroke me off, we both finished pretty quickly, calling out and answering one another with inarticulate cries. I fell forward onto his chest, my hair sticky and clinging to us both, and tried to remember what we were talking about.

Oh yes. Open Court. He’d wanted me to go, probably as an advisor. Not an unusual request, the chieftains of the noble houses were all welcome to attend. Open Court was a day, sometimes two days, set aside every year for the people to come to their king with their issues that required addressing. Decisions were made by the king, and the nobles offered suggestions as a committee. I hadn’t much cared to go in years past; as I was usually off sparring or practicing weaponry or out making myself ride horses with Ecthelion.

When I could breathe again, I answered. "Yes, I’d like to go to Open Court. What an interesting way to propose the notion, let alone convince me. Do you do this with all the chieftains of the noble houses?" I asked innocently, teasing him mercilessly so shortly after a phenomenal climax.

He laughed. "Certainly not, although with this method I believe none of them would refuse if they only knew of my prowess."
I pinched his arm. "Prowess indeed. You’re full of yourself Turgon."
"Oh, but I’d much rather be full of you." He bantered, and I leaned down and bit him.
"Orc!" He shrieked, pushing me away and protecting his tender nipples. I grinned wickedly.

Five minutes later he ran in fear of his virtue to the baths, and I chased him into the tub, where he quickly and enjoyably lost the fight, just as he’d done with every battle ever fought with me.

****

That afternoon I found myself sweltering under my best robes, seated between a very formidable looking nobleman and a young one who was openly flirting with a maiden across the room in the guest chairs.

Turgon was listening patiently, showing none of the boredom I felt; as a man and his wife explained a feud between their family and their neighbors’ over land boundaries and the disputing families insulted one another half-disguisedly.

They were farmers down in the valley below the city, and it was their harvests that kept Gondolin fed, these citizens. They were extremely territorial about their crops and lands, competing for best produce, but the competition had been carried too far. In my opinion, anyway.

Turgon had been allowing the claiming of land, as it always made for better crops, the farmers focusing on their own plots of grain and vegetables and animals. He ruled that they switch plots with two other farmers, relocating them apart from one another. I disagreed. Why not put some of those in the city out there instead? Both of them could use the change in trade.

But, I did not argue with Turgon. My equal he might be when we were alone, but here he was my King, and I had no place to correct him. I bowed before him in public, and chased him around naked in private.

Ah, the ways of those times.

Anyway, by the time Open Court adjourned at sunset, I had firmly made up my mind that I would never again force myself to endure a grueling summer day of sheer boredom wearing heavy, full formal robes. I’d done it once, but I wouldn’t again.

And I had a new understanding of Turgon’s appreciation for my massages. I could use one myself, but he was likely to be as stiff as I. A long soak in the tub then. I escaped from the meeting hall, only to be captured by Idril "Are you not coming to dinner?" she inquired.

I apologized, refused and asked if she could send someone with a tray please?
"Certainly. Oh, and I heard that you turned down an offer to marry me. Should I be heartbroken?" She continued, grinning. Tired and in no mood for her silliness, I replied enigmatically "Only you Idril, only you." She patted my shoulder endearingly as I began the long trek up the main staircase with a sigh, wondering if I’d survive to make it to the top with my legs aching so.

****

I was in the dreamy state between asleep and awake when suddenly someone grabbed my buttocks. I quit floating and fought back, bathwater flying everywhere.

Laughter brought me back to where I was, standing in the bathtub, hands on my hips, glaring at a very amused Turgon.

When he quit laughing, he attempted to apologize. "I’m sorry, you just looked so relaxed. Would you rather I had just teased your legs apart and taken you in my mouth?"
My glare eased some with the image his words brought, and my body decided that would definitely have been a great way to be woken up, and informed everyone looking thus, in the least imaginative way.

He grinned and started laughing again. "I can see that it would have been, then." I rolled my eyes and got out of the tub, not bothering with a towel.

I tossed myself on the bed and curled into the multiple blankets on my side of the bed. Turgon liked his blankets light and warm. I liked mine heavy and cool. Thus, mine were all heavy fabrics, and his soft. I inevitably rolled over onto his side to snuggle up with his fuzzy blankets, taking all the covers.

He padded in a few minutes later and sat down on the side of the bed.
"Did I make you angry?" He asked tentatively.
I rolled over and looked at him in the dim light. "No."
"What’s wrong then?"
"How do you survive those meetings? Everything hurts." I complained.
"I think of you. Unfortunately, it impairs my focus a bit. But it’s nice to know that once a horrible day sitting in a chair is over I’ll be going back to your arms." He said, sliding over to me.

I sat up, touched by his reply and stunned into silence. He brushed my hair off to one side and began kneading the unused muscles in my back and shoulders that missed the exertion of target practice with bow and spear.

I was asleep long before he lay me down, but when he did and curled around me under all the blankets, I heard him whisper "I can do anything as long as I have you, nin ind." And as he snuggled his face between my shoulder blades and wrapped his arms around my waist, a single tear slipped down my face, over my nose and vanished into my damp hair.

And then another, because I didn’t know why I was crying.