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+Third Age › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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17
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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 16
Chapter 16
As the picnicking elves enjoyed the afternoon, some of the Galadhrim eventually made their way back to the practice ring, challenging one or the other to short matches.
A cluster of trainees stood at the sidelines watching avidly. One of the Lothlorien councilors asked they would move a little so his view remained unimpeded. It was Maerchur, Thalavellas’s mate, Haldir noted lazily. He had been a warrior himself not so long ago, but had retired into Celeborn’s service.
Most of the trainees did so with a polite bow, but a couple of the newest recruits moved aside with a not quite concealed sneer of contempt. Fortunately for them Thalavellas did not notice. Unfortunately for them, Haldir did. Even more so unfortunately, as Haldir, eyes narrowed, sat up, his lord laid his hand on Haldir’s shoulder, staying him in place.
Celeborn exchanged a glance with Galadriel, then a moment later another junior councilor rose and approached the trainees. She asked them a couple of questions regarding their regimen before returning to her seat.
Again those two trainees displayed their disdain, one refusing to answer, the other brushing the questions off. Haldir wondered how it was they could behave so. Did they have no retired warriors in their families?
His lord kissed his lady’s fingertips before rising to his feet. “All this young energy has inspired me,” he said. He looked down at Elrond. “Would you mind if I sparred with your chief councilor, Lord Elrond?”
Elrond raised an eyebrow at Erestor. Haldir felt his lover’s small nod. “Certainly my lord Celeborn. He served with you in Doriath, did he not?”
Celeborn removed his overtunic and gave it to his lady for safekeeping. “Mm, not exactly. Many of them,” he nodded at his Sindar councilors, “served with me. Erestor, from the time he arrived with Melian and Thingol, was in charge of our…education.”
To the side, most of the trainees looked intrigued. Haldir’s two problem elflings however just rolled their eyes. It was obvious they did not think much of this ‘education.’
Haldir was as intrigued as the others, though, and desired nothing more than to see his lover in action. He sat up so Erestor could stand. “Would you like to use my sword?” he offered. “We are nearly of a size, though you are taller. It should fit you well enough.”
Erestor leaned over and pressed a kiss on Haldir’s lips. “Thank you, melethron, I would be honored.”
Orophin also rose, nudging Rumil awake as he did so. He wandered over to where the trainees stood and engaged them in casual conversation. Knowing his brother as he did, Haldir had no doubts they were all about to receive another important lesson: Never make a bet based on supposition. A week or so in the library or assisting the gardeners would be good for them. Often times it was this early experience that directed older elves into their new career when they tired of being warriors. Orophin enjoyed this stealth duty, perhaps he would become a teacher.
Unlike Celeborn, Erestor left his tunic on. Considering the warmth of the late summer day it would have been surprising…if Haldir was not intimately aware of what his lover would be revealing if he were to remove his top. His new found possessive streak made Haldir quite fine with Erestor not making his assets pubic knowledge.
The match was over swiftly, two with as much experience as they not needing to posture or try to intimidate the other. One moment they stood a few feet apart, the next there was a ring of steel, a flash of teeth and Erestor’s sword rested gently at Celeborn’s throat, the lord of Lothlorien’s own falling to the ground.
Baranor, Celeborn’s chief councilor, spoke up in the awed silence. “I fear I blinked my lords, would you perhaps be willing to start again?”
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Maerchur: Useful Vigor
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As the picnicking elves enjoyed the afternoon, some of the Galadhrim eventually made their way back to the practice ring, challenging one or the other to short matches.
A cluster of trainees stood at the sidelines watching avidly. One of the Lothlorien councilors asked they would move a little so his view remained unimpeded. It was Maerchur, Thalavellas’s mate, Haldir noted lazily. He had been a warrior himself not so long ago, but had retired into Celeborn’s service.
Most of the trainees did so with a polite bow, but a couple of the newest recruits moved aside with a not quite concealed sneer of contempt. Fortunately for them Thalavellas did not notice. Unfortunately for them, Haldir did. Even more so unfortunately, as Haldir, eyes narrowed, sat up, his lord laid his hand on Haldir’s shoulder, staying him in place.
Celeborn exchanged a glance with Galadriel, then a moment later another junior councilor rose and approached the trainees. She asked them a couple of questions regarding their regimen before returning to her seat.
Again those two trainees displayed their disdain, one refusing to answer, the other brushing the questions off. Haldir wondered how it was they could behave so. Did they have no retired warriors in their families?
His lord kissed his lady’s fingertips before rising to his feet. “All this young energy has inspired me,” he said. He looked down at Elrond. “Would you mind if I sparred with your chief councilor, Lord Elrond?”
Elrond raised an eyebrow at Erestor. Haldir felt his lover’s small nod. “Certainly my lord Celeborn. He served with you in Doriath, did he not?”
Celeborn removed his overtunic and gave it to his lady for safekeeping. “Mm, not exactly. Many of them,” he nodded at his Sindar councilors, “served with me. Erestor, from the time he arrived with Melian and Thingol, was in charge of our…education.”
To the side, most of the trainees looked intrigued. Haldir’s two problem elflings however just rolled their eyes. It was obvious they did not think much of this ‘education.’
Haldir was as intrigued as the others, though, and desired nothing more than to see his lover in action. He sat up so Erestor could stand. “Would you like to use my sword?” he offered. “We are nearly of a size, though you are taller. It should fit you well enough.”
Erestor leaned over and pressed a kiss on Haldir’s lips. “Thank you, melethron, I would be honored.”
Orophin also rose, nudging Rumil awake as he did so. He wandered over to where the trainees stood and engaged them in casual conversation. Knowing his brother as he did, Haldir had no doubts they were all about to receive another important lesson: Never make a bet based on supposition. A week or so in the library or assisting the gardeners would be good for them. Often times it was this early experience that directed older elves into their new career when they tired of being warriors. Orophin enjoyed this stealth duty, perhaps he would become a teacher.
Unlike Celeborn, Erestor left his tunic on. Considering the warmth of the late summer day it would have been surprising…if Haldir was not intimately aware of what his lover would be revealing if he were to remove his top. His new found possessive streak made Haldir quite fine with Erestor not making his assets pubic knowledge.
The match was over swiftly, two with as much experience as they not needing to posture or try to intimidate the other. One moment they stood a few feet apart, the next there was a ring of steel, a flash of teeth and Erestor’s sword rested gently at Celeborn’s throat, the lord of Lothlorien’s own falling to the ground.
Baranor, Celeborn’s chief councilor, spoke up in the awed silence. “I fear I blinked my lords, would you perhaps be willing to start again?”
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Maerchur: Useful Vigor
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