Cinnamon and Vanilla
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+Third Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
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4,137
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6
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These are based on Tolkein's Lord of the Rings. I do not pretend to own them, nor do I make any money from these writings.
Chapter 15
Chapter 15
It was forty-three minutes after the training session began that Erestor and Rumil finally arrived at the field. Haldir immediately called for a short break and went to find out what had kept them. He knew Rumil knew where the grounds were; his own training ended only weeks past. If someone were going to come in and sweep Erestor off his feet, surely they would have done so centuries ago and not just as Haldir found him!
Erestor looked up as he approached. “Haldir!” He put down the blanket he was holding and took the other ellon into his arms. “I missed you,” he murmured, then kissed Haldir.
Haldir kissed him back, lost in the moment and the joy of being with his lover again.
“Haldir. Haldir! HALDIR!” Rumil finally jerked on his brother’s arm to get his attention. “Everyone is staring at you.”
Both ellyn blushed and stepped back. Haldir looked around at the training area, an opening in the forest canopy with thick grass underfoot and ringed in trees…and curious elves.
“I am sorry,” Erestor began.
“No,” Haldir said, stopping him. “You have nothing to apologize for. I am in no way trying to keep this a secret, nor am I embarrassed being seen kissing you.”
“And the ribbing you will receive later from your colleagues?” Erestor asked.
Haldir sighed. “Yes, well, that I could do without, but it was bound to happen sooner or later.”
Erestor smiled at him and bent to pick up the blanket he had dropped.
He was wearing leggings, Haldir noted. Dark, close-fitting ones that hugged his legs, showing them off to great effect…Haldir appreciated them. Erestor’s thigh length tunic was the same color as his eyes and a shade or two darker than the blanket Erestor was laying out at the side of the main practice ring. Haldir was touched that his lover had dressed up for him.
“Thank you Rumil, I appreciate your help in carrying the basket,” Erestor said taking it from the younger elf and placing it on the edge of the blanket.
Rumil pinked and nodded his head. “My pleasure Lord Erestor.”
“Just Erestor, please. Do join us later? I believe we received more than enough food from the lovely kitchen staff to feed you and your brother Orophin as well!” Erestor sat down, cross-legged, on the blanket and used the large basket as a back rest. Haldir thought he looked good enough to eat.
Haldir dragged his attention away from his lover and focused back on the elves watching them. “All right! Break is over! Back to practice!”
*****
Haldir was aware of Erestor watching him, watching his Galadhrim and his trainees and so he drove them hard, willing them to perform their best in front of the elf whose opinion now mattered the most to him.
Shortly before the break for lunch, the others whose opinions Haldir valued arrived as well. Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel, with Lady Celebrian, Lord Elrond and a host of others, about thirty or so, showed up at the side of the field carrying baskets and blankets.
“Erestor!” Celeborn called out. “This was a wonderful idea! I have not watched a training session in decades and need there ever be an excuse for a picnic?”
Galadriel smiled at Haldir. “Do not worry, our warden, we brought enough for everyone.”
****
The last half hour of practice was even more intense than before. It was an exhausted group of Galadhrim and trainees that finally collapsed on various blankets for lunch.
Erestor was ringed in by his lord on one side and Haldir’s on the other. Haldir did not care, however and sank to his knees before him. Erestor pulled him forward, turning him as he did so, until Haldir lay back against him, head cradled against his lover’s shoulder.
“Very impressive,” Erestor whispered in his ear. He held up a cup of cool water for Haldir to drink from.
“It is a good thing we do not show up every time,” Galadriel said. “Maintaining that level of excellence must be exhausting!”
If it had been anyone other than his lady, Haldir would have felt obligated to protest that this was their norm. “Very,” he agreed with a laugh.
He habitually pushed himself hard, so he was not as tired as most. Orophin lay next to his plate of food and complained that it was cruel of someone to have placed it inches from him where he could not reach it. Rumil however was virtuously sitting up straight and eating with great enthusiasm and the occasional unnecessary sweeping arm movement. Until Orophin suddenly knocked him down, sat on him and ate his own lunch with deep enjoyment. When he finally got up Rumil was sound asleep.
Laughing at his brothers’ antics, Haldir lay in Erestor’s arms and ate from his lover’s fingers. His lord and lady were taking turns feeding each other, but Elrond and Celebrian just sat staring into each other’s eyes, food forgotten on their plates.
The sun shone down warmly, the trees offering shade and a cool breeze. The nearby stream gurgled merrily as a few elves sought to cool off and refresh themselves in its waters. Only dust motes danced in the sunlight, both birds and bees sitting out this lazy warm afternoon. The quiet murmuring of elves was the only other sound. Haldir relaxed and enjoyed the moment.
It was forty-three minutes after the training session began that Erestor and Rumil finally arrived at the field. Haldir immediately called for a short break and went to find out what had kept them. He knew Rumil knew where the grounds were; his own training ended only weeks past. If someone were going to come in and sweep Erestor off his feet, surely they would have done so centuries ago and not just as Haldir found him!
Erestor looked up as he approached. “Haldir!” He put down the blanket he was holding and took the other ellon into his arms. “I missed you,” he murmured, then kissed Haldir.
Haldir kissed him back, lost in the moment and the joy of being with his lover again.
“Haldir. Haldir! HALDIR!” Rumil finally jerked on his brother’s arm to get his attention. “Everyone is staring at you.”
Both ellyn blushed and stepped back. Haldir looked around at the training area, an opening in the forest canopy with thick grass underfoot and ringed in trees…and curious elves.
“I am sorry,” Erestor began.
“No,” Haldir said, stopping him. “You have nothing to apologize for. I am in no way trying to keep this a secret, nor am I embarrassed being seen kissing you.”
“And the ribbing you will receive later from your colleagues?” Erestor asked.
Haldir sighed. “Yes, well, that I could do without, but it was bound to happen sooner or later.”
Erestor smiled at him and bent to pick up the blanket he had dropped.
He was wearing leggings, Haldir noted. Dark, close-fitting ones that hugged his legs, showing them off to great effect…Haldir appreciated them. Erestor’s thigh length tunic was the same color as his eyes and a shade or two darker than the blanket Erestor was laying out at the side of the main practice ring. Haldir was touched that his lover had dressed up for him.
“Thank you Rumil, I appreciate your help in carrying the basket,” Erestor said taking it from the younger elf and placing it on the edge of the blanket.
Rumil pinked and nodded his head. “My pleasure Lord Erestor.”
“Just Erestor, please. Do join us later? I believe we received more than enough food from the lovely kitchen staff to feed you and your brother Orophin as well!” Erestor sat down, cross-legged, on the blanket and used the large basket as a back rest. Haldir thought he looked good enough to eat.
Haldir dragged his attention away from his lover and focused back on the elves watching them. “All right! Break is over! Back to practice!”
*****
Haldir was aware of Erestor watching him, watching his Galadhrim and his trainees and so he drove them hard, willing them to perform their best in front of the elf whose opinion now mattered the most to him.
Shortly before the break for lunch, the others whose opinions Haldir valued arrived as well. Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel, with Lady Celebrian, Lord Elrond and a host of others, about thirty or so, showed up at the side of the field carrying baskets and blankets.
“Erestor!” Celeborn called out. “This was a wonderful idea! I have not watched a training session in decades and need there ever be an excuse for a picnic?”
Galadriel smiled at Haldir. “Do not worry, our warden, we brought enough for everyone.”
****
The last half hour of practice was even more intense than before. It was an exhausted group of Galadhrim and trainees that finally collapsed on various blankets for lunch.
Erestor was ringed in by his lord on one side and Haldir’s on the other. Haldir did not care, however and sank to his knees before him. Erestor pulled him forward, turning him as he did so, until Haldir lay back against him, head cradled against his lover’s shoulder.
“Very impressive,” Erestor whispered in his ear. He held up a cup of cool water for Haldir to drink from.
“It is a good thing we do not show up every time,” Galadriel said. “Maintaining that level of excellence must be exhausting!”
If it had been anyone other than his lady, Haldir would have felt obligated to protest that this was their norm. “Very,” he agreed with a laugh.
He habitually pushed himself hard, so he was not as tired as most. Orophin lay next to his plate of food and complained that it was cruel of someone to have placed it inches from him where he could not reach it. Rumil however was virtuously sitting up straight and eating with great enthusiasm and the occasional unnecessary sweeping arm movement. Until Orophin suddenly knocked him down, sat on him and ate his own lunch with deep enjoyment. When he finally got up Rumil was sound asleep.
Laughing at his brothers’ antics, Haldir lay in Erestor’s arms and ate from his lover’s fingers. His lord and lady were taking turns feeding each other, but Elrond and Celebrian just sat staring into each other’s eyes, food forgotten on their plates.
The sun shone down warmly, the trees offering shade and a cool breeze. The nearby stream gurgled merrily as a few elves sought to cool off and refresh themselves in its waters. Only dust motes danced in the sunlight, both birds and bees sitting out this lazy warm afternoon. The quiet murmuring of elves was the only other sound. Haldir relaxed and enjoyed the moment.