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Adult ++
Chapters:
20
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3,042
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16
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Part 16
Part 16…
Lórien smiled winningly at Glorfindel, blatantly ignoring the half terrified look the warrior gave him, although it wasn’t really a surprise as half the elves here constantly worried that he would do something outrageous while the other half hoped for it.
“Lord Glorfindel… I was wondering if I could impose upon you for a favor?”
Glorfindel narrowed his eyes but did allow the smaller elf to explain what he wanted of him, and for some reason found himself agreeing to the idea without really knowing why.
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Lórien eased the door open to the guest chamber and slipped inside, not wanting to wake Manwë up on the off chance he was asleep, although not surprised to find the bed and the room empty, having seen Manwë and Lindir head off into the trees earlier. With any luck his little meddling had worked faster than he could have hoped and the two were having a grand time together somewhere in the woods.
Humming softly under his breath the Vala of dreams kicked off his boots and went to work removing his tunic, stopping all motion when he heard a soft sound from across the room. Narrowing his eyes he quit fighting with the laces of his shirt and walked slowly across the room, listening intently fore noe noises.
There it was again, coming from the corner on the other side of the bed. Walking around the end of the bed Lórien came to an abrupt halt at the sight before him.
Manwë sat on the floor, back pressed against the wall, an empty bottle of wine lying on its side at his feet and another held loosely in his right hand as it dangled limply over one knee.
“Hic”
Lórien flinched slightly at the soft sound from his friend and Lord, the soft hiccoughing telling him more than words could that Manwë had imbibed more than his fair share of wine. The last, and only other time the Vala had drank more than was advisable had been more years ago than Lórien could remember and he dreaded to ask what had brought about such a sad state of affairs this time round, although he could hazard a fairly accurate guess. Pushing thoughts of the past away he moved closer, until he was directly before the blonde. Crouching down he took the mostly empty bottle from Manwë and set it aside, knowing that two bottles of strong wine would leave the God extremely buzzed for a short while but nothing more severe would come of it.
“Care to talk about it?”
“No.”
“Care to crawl into bed and fall asleep?”
“Are you going to whine and complain again?”
“Not a word, I promise.”
Manwë sighed before dragging himself up off the floor, for some reason feeling very old all of a sudden, something that shouldn’t surprise him considering what his age actually was. Moving to the bed he sat down and, after directing a tired smile of thanks at Lórien, lay down on his side and dozed off.
Lórien watched him for a few minutes, before walking to the other side of the bed and quietly finished getting ready before lying down to sleep himself. Staring out into the dark he contemplated the situation, having concluded that Manwë’s current problem was convincing himself that it was more than permissible fim tim to bed one of Imladris’ fair minstrels. Considering that his long time relationship with Varda had ended centuries earlier when the two had realized and admitted that their love had been based more on friendship and need for a joint ruling on the distant shores, there was really no reason for Manwë to not be free in his attentions. The two Gods had continued to rule Valinor together but had agreed to lead separate lives, something Varda had taken too admirably when sad bad become romantically involved with Ulmo. Manwë had instead devoted more of his time and attention to the land and peoples that dwelled there, making arrangements to accommodate the eventual arrival of the first born upon their distant shores. In fact Lórien rather doubted he’d had any other lovers other than Varda, a thought which saddened him greatly as it gave testament to how lonely Manwë must truly be.
Not that his Lord had not tried to befriend others, outside of the Valar, but he had always been treated with a distant respect, as though no one would dare allow themselves to become familiar with such a great and powerful being.
Knowing there was nothing to be done about the situation he rolled onto his side and felt himself start to slip into sleep, having been deprived of it due to his scheming the previous night. He would just have to think up something to solve this new problem in the morning.
TBC…
Lórien smiled winningly at Glorfindel, blatantly ignoring the half terrified look the warrior gave him, although it wasn’t really a surprise as half the elves here constantly worried that he would do something outrageous while the other half hoped for it.
“Lord Glorfindel… I was wondering if I could impose upon you for a favor?”
Glorfindel narrowed his eyes but did allow the smaller elf to explain what he wanted of him, and for some reason found himself agreeing to the idea without really knowing why.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Lórien eased the door open to the guest chamber and slipped inside, not wanting to wake Manwë up on the off chance he was asleep, although not surprised to find the bed and the room empty, having seen Manwë and Lindir head off into the trees earlier. With any luck his little meddling had worked faster than he could have hoped and the two were having a grand time together somewhere in the woods.
Humming softly under his breath the Vala of dreams kicked off his boots and went to work removing his tunic, stopping all motion when he heard a soft sound from across the room. Narrowing his eyes he quit fighting with the laces of his shirt and walked slowly across the room, listening intently fore noe noises.
There it was again, coming from the corner on the other side of the bed. Walking around the end of the bed Lórien came to an abrupt halt at the sight before him.
Manwë sat on the floor, back pressed against the wall, an empty bottle of wine lying on its side at his feet and another held loosely in his right hand as it dangled limply over one knee.
“Hic”
Lórien flinched slightly at the soft sound from his friend and Lord, the soft hiccoughing telling him more than words could that Manwë had imbibed more than his fair share of wine. The last, and only other time the Vala had drank more than was advisable had been more years ago than Lórien could remember and he dreaded to ask what had brought about such a sad state of affairs this time round, although he could hazard a fairly accurate guess. Pushing thoughts of the past away he moved closer, until he was directly before the blonde. Crouching down he took the mostly empty bottle from Manwë and set it aside, knowing that two bottles of strong wine would leave the God extremely buzzed for a short while but nothing more severe would come of it.
“Care to talk about it?”
“No.”
“Care to crawl into bed and fall asleep?”
“Are you going to whine and complain again?”
“Not a word, I promise.”
Manwë sighed before dragging himself up off the floor, for some reason feeling very old all of a sudden, something that shouldn’t surprise him considering what his age actually was. Moving to the bed he sat down and, after directing a tired smile of thanks at Lórien, lay down on his side and dozed off.
Lórien watched him for a few minutes, before walking to the other side of the bed and quietly finished getting ready before lying down to sleep himself. Staring out into the dark he contemplated the situation, having concluded that Manwë’s current problem was convincing himself that it was more than permissible fim tim to bed one of Imladris’ fair minstrels. Considering that his long time relationship with Varda had ended centuries earlier when the two had realized and admitted that their love had been based more on friendship and need for a joint ruling on the distant shores, there was really no reason for Manwë to not be free in his attentions. The two Gods had continued to rule Valinor together but had agreed to lead separate lives, something Varda had taken too admirably when sad bad become romantically involved with Ulmo. Manwë had instead devoted more of his time and attention to the land and peoples that dwelled there, making arrangements to accommodate the eventual arrival of the first born upon their distant shores. In fact Lórien rather doubted he’d had any other lovers other than Varda, a thought which saddened him greatly as it gave testament to how lonely Manwë must truly be.
Not that his Lord had not tried to befriend others, outside of the Valar, but he had always been treated with a distant respect, as though no one would dare allow themselves to become familiar with such a great and powerful being.
Knowing there was nothing to be done about the situation he rolled onto his side and felt himself start to slip into sleep, having been deprived of it due to his scheming the previous night. He would just have to think up something to solve this new problem in the morning.
TBC…