Spirits of Light
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-Multi-Age › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,615
Reviews:
27
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
Spirits of Light
Chapter 2
Author: Frosty the Singing Ferret
Codes: Elrond, Arwen, Elros, OC, AU, M/F, Oral.
Rated: NC-17
Summary: A young elf studies under Elrond and falls for more than she realizes. Takes place pre-FOTR.
Author's Notes: Beth and Sandra: No apologies necessary for using my review page as a chat line. I find the subject you were discussing fascinating as well. Elven, Rangerlady and I talked a lot about it on our message board a while back. And, as for your question about where the N/C is, it still might come up, but I didn't want to put it down until I wrote it. So don't worry. You still might get what you want. ;)
*
The room smelled of pine and vanilla. She watched Elrond's hands as he crushed several dried hazel alder leaves, then sprinkled the dust into a marble bowl. After adding a rue leaf, he poured in a small amount of water and mixed it. "The turmeric is for taste," he said as he added ground root to the solution.
Taking a deep breath of the aromatic air, Cala knit her brow and asked, "Is the taste any better than the smell?" When Elrond looked up with an arched eyebrow, she smiled, "Sorry."
A faint smile seemed to play at his lips, but he held it back and looked back down at the marble bowl. "You should concentrate, Cala. You have come here to learn." He continued to mix, then nodded toward a shelf on the far wall. "Please hand me the anise oil."
Pursing her lips in vague irritation, she went to the shelf and looked at each small bottle until she found the right one. Picking it up, she turned back and stopped to watch as Elrond heated the mixture over a pot of hot coals. She thought perhaps she should listen to him and start paying more attention to the education she was receiving. She couldn't deny she was distracted. Elrond was a wise, noble elf, and Cala found herself attracted to him. It was as simple as that, yet it seemed so much more complicated. She had tried to be friendly, but he never seemed interested in her as anything more than an apprentice.
He looked up, so she took the vial to him. Carefully he added six drops to the steaming elixir. "This can be used to treat Mordor wounds," he said.
"Mordor," she breathed. It seemed that as each day passed, more and more people spoke of the evil that lay in the south.
Elrond looked up briefly before he began to scoop the mixture into a small glass bottle. "Do you have any questions?"
Cala knew he meant questions about their lesson, but she couldn't help but ask, "Do you know when Aragorn will return?" When he met her eyes with his brows knit, she said, "Arwen is worried."
"Arwen is always worried," he replied, exhaling heavily and pushing a stopper into the bottle. He ignored Cala's question, saying, "If you don't have anything to ask about our lesson, we are finished for the day."
He looked up as if he expected her to say something, but she only nodded. "I will see you tomorrow." She gathered her things and went to leave. Just before the door closed, she heard Elrond say something. "Excuse me?" she said, looking back in, "I didn't hear you."
He smiled softly. "I said have a good evening, Cala."
"Thank you," she answered, somewhat surprised, "You as well."
The door closed with a click behind her. A smile had made its way to her face as she thought about how, with just a few words, he could win her over so easily. Even after treating her like a simple student, one phrase made her rethink everything.
Cala chastised herself. She knew he had meant nothing by it. It was a simple goodnight, after all.
"What brings such cheer to your face?" asked a soft voice.
Not having noticed where she was walking, Cala looked up to see Arwen coming towards her. "My own wicked thoughts," she replied, grinning broadly. "Do you want to know more?"
The young elf laughed and waved her friend off. "No, I think not."
"You have no sense of adventure," she chided, secretly glad that Arwen had brushed off her invitation. She would have hated having to invent something to talk about.
"Perhaps not," she replied, "Or perhaps I simply wish to have a good night's sleep tonight. I could do without images of what goes through your mind in my dreams." Arwen smiled and asked, "Are you just coming from my father?"
"Yes, we just finished our lesson," she answered, nodding back the way she came.
"And how was it?" she asked with a smirk, "Was my father in a favourable mood?"
Cala raised an eyebrow. "Of course he was, Arwen. I never meant to imply that he was ever less than cordial towards me."
"Oh, I know, I know. I'm just teasing. Allow me that fun." When Cala mock-frowned, Arwen laughed and said, "I must go speak with him. Will I see you tomorrow?"
Cala nodded, "Have tea with me at midday."
"I would like that," she said, "Goodnight."
Cala said her goodbyes and left for her apartment.
*
TBC
Chapter 2
Author: Frosty the Singing Ferret
Codes: Elrond, Arwen, Elros, OC, AU, M/F, Oral.
Rated: NC-17
Summary: A young elf studies under Elrond and falls for more than she realizes. Takes place pre-FOTR.
Author's Notes: Beth and Sandra: No apologies necessary for using my review page as a chat line. I find the subject you were discussing fascinating as well. Elven, Rangerlady and I talked a lot about it on our message board a while back. And, as for your question about where the N/C is, it still might come up, but I didn't want to put it down until I wrote it. So don't worry. You still might get what you want. ;)
*
The room smelled of pine and vanilla. She watched Elrond's hands as he crushed several dried hazel alder leaves, then sprinkled the dust into a marble bowl. After adding a rue leaf, he poured in a small amount of water and mixed it. "The turmeric is for taste," he said as he added ground root to the solution.
Taking a deep breath of the aromatic air, Cala knit her brow and asked, "Is the taste any better than the smell?" When Elrond looked up with an arched eyebrow, she smiled, "Sorry."
A faint smile seemed to play at his lips, but he held it back and looked back down at the marble bowl. "You should concentrate, Cala. You have come here to learn." He continued to mix, then nodded toward a shelf on the far wall. "Please hand me the anise oil."
Pursing her lips in vague irritation, she went to the shelf and looked at each small bottle until she found the right one. Picking it up, she turned back and stopped to watch as Elrond heated the mixture over a pot of hot coals. She thought perhaps she should listen to him and start paying more attention to the education she was receiving. She couldn't deny she was distracted. Elrond was a wise, noble elf, and Cala found herself attracted to him. It was as simple as that, yet it seemed so much more complicated. She had tried to be friendly, but he never seemed interested in her as anything more than an apprentice.
He looked up, so she took the vial to him. Carefully he added six drops to the steaming elixir. "This can be used to treat Mordor wounds," he said.
"Mordor," she breathed. It seemed that as each day passed, more and more people spoke of the evil that lay in the south.
Elrond looked up briefly before he began to scoop the mixture into a small glass bottle. "Do you have any questions?"
Cala knew he meant questions about their lesson, but she couldn't help but ask, "Do you know when Aragorn will return?" When he met her eyes with his brows knit, she said, "Arwen is worried."
"Arwen is always worried," he replied, exhaling heavily and pushing a stopper into the bottle. He ignored Cala's question, saying, "If you don't have anything to ask about our lesson, we are finished for the day."
He looked up as if he expected her to say something, but she only nodded. "I will see you tomorrow." She gathered her things and went to leave. Just before the door closed, she heard Elrond say something. "Excuse me?" she said, looking back in, "I didn't hear you."
He smiled softly. "I said have a good evening, Cala."
"Thank you," she answered, somewhat surprised, "You as well."
The door closed with a click behind her. A smile had made its way to her face as she thought about how, with just a few words, he could win her over so easily. Even after treating her like a simple student, one phrase made her rethink everything.
Cala chastised herself. She knew he had meant nothing by it. It was a simple goodnight, after all.
"What brings such cheer to your face?" asked a soft voice.
Not having noticed where she was walking, Cala looked up to see Arwen coming towards her. "My own wicked thoughts," she replied, grinning broadly. "Do you want to know more?"
The young elf laughed and waved her friend off. "No, I think not."
"You have no sense of adventure," she chided, secretly glad that Arwen had brushed off her invitation. She would have hated having to invent something to talk about.
"Perhaps not," she replied, "Or perhaps I simply wish to have a good night's sleep tonight. I could do without images of what goes through your mind in my dreams." Arwen smiled and asked, "Are you just coming from my father?"
"Yes, we just finished our lesson," she answered, nodding back the way she came.
"And how was it?" she asked with a smirk, "Was my father in a favourable mood?"
Cala raised an eyebrow. "Of course he was, Arwen. I never meant to imply that he was ever less than cordial towards me."
"Oh, I know, I know. I'm just teasing. Allow me that fun." When Cala mock-frowned, Arwen laughed and said, "I must go speak with him. Will I see you tomorrow?"
Cala nodded, "Have tea with me at midday."
"I would like that," she said, "Goodnight."
Cala said her goodbyes and left for her apartment.
*
TBC