The Fire Dance

The Fire Dance


Ch151


Everyone in the chamber watched as Lindir closed his eyes...followed
by the twins.

After a few moments, Thorvel furrowed his brow, then whispered "I feel
it...just...there..."

Thoron tilted his head as he whispered back "Aye...aye there...I see
the camp"

In the haze of Lindir's mind, Vel and Ron looked around and saw
Erestor, a thick rope around his neck, tied to a tree like a
huan...naked. They watched as a large warrior walked over and lifted him
up, placing him on his lap, then began to lick his ear as his hand
travelled down his body...

Thorvel growled as he took a step forward, but was stopped by Ron "Nay
Vel, that is not Erestor...that is uncle Lindir's memory of him...what
he saw when it occurred. Helping that "Erestor" will not help uncle
Lindir, we need to enter the tent, that is where he is"

Vel shook his head and sighed "Look at how calm he is though...like he is
unaffected"

Ron nodded "He detached himself from the event, it was what he had to
do to survive. Remember when Gwee was that age? How protective Erestor
was of him?"

"Aye, I remember. I feel for the one within him now...when That one
reaches this age...well, we should probably speak with Glorfindel,
Erestor did not carry and bare Gwee...this new elfling though, Erestor
may react quite differently toward this one"

"Agreed. Now let us enter the tent"

Everyone in the room stilled when Vel and Ron simultaneously sucked in
a shocked breath, and released a pained ""Oooo""

Cirdan crossed his arms over his chest and sighed "They must have
entered the tent"

~*~*~

As they walked to the waterfall, Crabanwen rolled her eyes "You do not
need to carry Ritha AND the basket of food warrior Aeromae"

The tall warrior did not answer and continued to walk

"Give me the basket"

*Silence*

"Give me the basket you thick headed oaf!"

*Silence*

Crabanwen narrowed her eyes, then flat-hand smacked Aeromae up the
backside of his head

"Hey!"

"Give me the basket you troll!"

The warrior stopped "Wh...what did you call me?"

Crabanwen stood firmly with her hands on her hips "I called you a
Troll, now give me the basket. I realise you are trying to be the "Big
strong warrior" by carrying Ritha AND the basket, but..."

"You have a big mouth and a sharp tongue"

The young elleth tilted her head as she kept her left hand on her hip,
then held out her right "I do believe king Thranduil warned you of
this when we first met...now give me either Ritha...or the basket"

Aeromae inwardly smiled, then sighed

To her utter shock, the warrior gently handed over Ritha, then began
to walk again

Adjusting her hands to accommodate the sleeping bunny, she swiftly
caught up "I...I can not believe you gave her to me"

Aeromae did not look over as he continued to walk "The basket is heavier"

Arriving at the waterfall, Crabanwen gently set Ritha down in the soft
grass and joined Aeromae as he smoothed out the blanket "Havo dad you
sharp tongued cook"

Crabanwen arched her brow, then sat down and mumbled under her breath
"Troll"

As they sat and ate in a companionable silence, Ritha suddenly rolled over

*SniffSniff*

"Ritha!"

The young elleth watched as the warrior nuzzled his nose into her soft
fur and inwardly sighed 'Oh he is one magnificent elf...just look at
him...he is big, strong, sensitive, caring...when Adar ran to get him,
he rushed into the kitchen and...and he does not even think upon the
fact that he is not fully dressed, he is in his sleep pants for Uru's
sake! Then asks for me to join him and...', Crabanwen sighed sadly as
she shook her head 'Oh I should just cease this thinking right now. He
was bound to a princess...and I am but just a cook'

Aeromae smiled as he put Ritha down "Go a stretch my friend, there is
food here for you when you are ready"

The warrior returned to the blanket and smiled "She never eats right
away after a bad spell, she will return when she is hungry"

"Warrior Aeromae?"

"Aye Cook Crabanwen?"

The elleth rolled her eyes "Oh is this a new name for me now?"

"Nay, but since you seem to find it necessary to place my function
before My name, I thought you wanted me to...Cook Crabanwen"

*Sigh* "I get the point"

"What did you want to ask me?"

Crabanwen thought out her words carefully, but as usual, when she
opened her mouth, her lips had another idea "Do you realize that you
are in your sleep pants and that they are rather thin?"

The warrior smiled as she quickly slammed her hand over her mouth "Oh
I...I did not mean for that to come out like that!"

Aeromae shook his head as he laughed "Aiyah you are a bold elleth! I
was reading when your Adar came to get me, had I been naked, I
probably would have arrived at the kitchen that way"

Avoiding that comment completely, Crabanwen grabbed a slice of bread
"Why did you react that way when I called you a troll?"

"What way"

"Well, you actually stopped walking and seemed...far off for a moment"

Aeromae laid back on the blanket and rested his head on his hands "My
late wife Thraliwen used to call me that. Of course the name was
usually accompanied with a flying vase or some such breakable
object...she was a feisty elleth"

Crabanwen furrowed her brow "You smile so broadly when you say
this...most do not care for bold or feisty ellith"

The warrior slowly looked over "I do"

~*~*~

Everyone looked over when Vel and Ron sighed, then leaned back in
their chairs

"Oh this will take a few sessions"
"Agreed, they were merciless"

Orophin quickly grabbed Lindir as he slumped "Lin?"

The twins took a deep breath ""He will sleep for a while now, you may
want to take him to your bed, we will begin again tomorrow""

Orophin swallowed hard "Who was merciless...Vel? Ron?...tell me?"

The twins slowly stood and walked to the door ""We will see uncle
Lindir tomorrow, we need to get some rest""

TBC...........................

Translations:

Ada/Adar ------------------- Dad/Father
Havo dad ------------------- Sit down
Elleth/Ellith ------------------ Female Elf/Elves