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Chapter Two
Title: Guardian Angel - Chapter Two
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Pairing: Rúmil/Lindir
Rating: R
Beta: Eni
Disclaimer: Not mine, it all belongs to Tolkien!
Summary: Lindir finally meets his guardian angel.
Warnings: A little angst, mostly fluffy.
Previous Chapters: http://rumil.shanksadelic.net/slash/guardianangel/01.html
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The next morning found Lindir wandering aimlessly through the palace. He had risen with the sun, despite having had a late night and it was as yet too early for breakfast.
He had hoped to sleep longer, for the next few days would be long, yet once awake he could rest no more.
Dressing, he had left his rooms and decided to take a walk. It was a beautiful day already and he quickly decided that the nicest place to be on such a bright and sunny day was the gardens.
He walked swiftly though the quiet palace – deserted save for a handful of guards and the few Elves whose jobs began before the sun rose – towards the lush gardens that surrounded Thranduil’s vast home.
For all of Greenwood's troubles, the gardens were incredibly peaceful. Walking amongst them, he felt at ease and able to dwell on his mysterious watcher of the previous night. Something about Rúmil bothered him, though what it was he didn't know. Was it simply because he had been watching him? The Lórien Elf might simply have thought him attractive, yet was too shy to approach him. But no, it was more than that, he was sure. However, that reasoning might be the excuse he needed to speak with the timid Elf.
Though what would he say? It seemed rude to simply ask why he had been watching him. Nor did he want to scare him off - Lindir had a feeling that such a bold question would only serve to drive Rúmil away and further into himself.
Maybe the key lay in patience. There would be another festival that evening; it might be best to wait and see if the Lórien Elf was there again, watching him. It would be easier also, to approach him in a social setting, and to find something to talk about. Though, if Rúmil was as shy as Laeriel had said, it would be no easy task. Still, Lindir felt compelled to try.
A distant bell reached his ears then and he knew it as the summons for the people of the wood to wake. Though he, as a guest, had no obligations until the evening, it also meant that breakfast would shortly be available. Turning around, he walked slowly back to the palace, to eat and maybe to question Laeriel some more.
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Haldir watched as Rúmil stood in front of the mirror, carefully braiding his hair. His brother was quiet as usual; Rúmil never initiated a conversation and even to his brothers said very little. But Haldir knew his brother and could tell that he was troubled, beyond the simple fact of the forced socialisation, which he knew Rúmil hated.
He'd never figured out why Rúmil was so shy. They had grown up in a very secluded part of Lórien, but that had not affected either him or Orophin. Though, his mother had told them that when Rúmil was growing up there had been no other children around for him to play with. He had already been in the Guardians by then and Orophin had not yet been born, so maybe he had been more isolated than them and that was why he had such trouble interacting with others. It was a shame, he thought, for Rúmil had much to offer. To those who managed to break down the walls around his heart he was kind, compassionate and thoughtful. Haldir had always expected him to be a healer; his decision to join the Guardians had shocked them all.
They hadn't been very supportive at first, he remembered with a touch of guilt. None of them had thought he'd make a warrior and had tried to steer him down other paths. But Rúmil had surprised them by standing his ground and then sailing through the training. On the battlefield his shyness faded away and he was a fierce warrior. He had the potential to lead his own patrol, as he was also good at forming strategies - but he was not good at giving orders.
Years ago, Haldir had given another guard a month's worth of extra duty upon hearing him cruelly commenting that Rúmil 'could not lead a horse to water.' It was however, the truth. Rúmil was a follower, not a leader and, while he was quite capable of acting on his own, in a group he faded into the background. It bothered him, but Rúmil never seemed unhappy and so he was content to let him be. Today, however, his younger brother clearly was not himself.
"Something troubles you," he said softly, speaking for the first time since entering the room. "Will you not talk to me?"
Rúmil turned, giving his brother a small smile. “It is nothing,” he replied. “I have not yet adjusted to being here, that is all. You know that I do not enjoy leaving Lórien.”
Haldir walked over to Rúmil and wrapped his arms around his brother, lightly pinning his arms to his sides. Rúmil allowed the embrace, letting the brush slide from his fingers and leaning back against his brother.
“I know you don’t,” he said, “but I also know when you are lying. Why do you do this, Rúmil? Why shut us out of your life?” There was no anger in his voice, just disappointment and sadness. He loved his brother and he knew Rúmil loved him, but sometimes he wished the younger Elf was a little more open.
“I am sorry,” he replied quietly, resting his hands on Haldir’s arms. “I… I am not ready to speak of it yet. But I am fine, I promise you.”
Tightening his hold on Rúmil a little, Haldir sighed. “I worry about you, Rúmil. You are alone so much and hardly ever speak to anyone.”
Rúmil looked a little guilty – he knew he was not the easiest person to live with. He turned in Haldir’s arms, wrapping his arms around his neck and hugging him warmly. “I know you do, but please try not to. I am sure everything will work out like it is supposed to.” He kissed Haldir’s cheek and smiled, doing his best to reassure his brother.
Such open displays of affection were impossible for Haldir to resist. He suspected that Rúmil knew this and used it to his advantage, but nonetheless he was powerless against them, bending to his brother’s wishes.
“Very well, Rúmil, but you know Orophin and I are always here for you if you need us.”
“I know,” Rúmil replied, “and I appreciate it.” He fell silent then and Haldir knew he would get nothing more from his brother on the subject.
“Are you ready?” he asked instead. “We will be late for breakfast if we do not go now.”
Rúmil made a face, causing Haldir to smile, but nodded. Following his brother to the door, they called for Orophin in the adjoining room before heading towards the dining hall.
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To Rúmil’s dismay the hall was packed, almost all the guests arriving at once. Serving Elves raced around, trying to keep up with all the orders. At the head of the hall only Thranduil’s table seemed somewhat quieter and Rúmil almost wished he could sit there.
The hall reminded him more of a barracks than the hall of an Elvenking, though nobody seemed to mind. Indeed, there was much laughter and cheerful chatter to be heard throughout.
“There are some seats!” Rúmil followed Orophin’s outstretched arm to a table in the corner, where there appeared to be several spaces. Winding their way through the hordes of Elves, the three brothers made their way to the long table and squeezed in before anyone else could take the seats.
There were baskets of fresh rolls on the tables and Haldir and Orophin took one quickly, though Rúmil hesitated. There were too many people around for him to feel comfortable and his appetite was almost gone. Yet Haldir worried when he didn’t eat and Rúmil felt he put his brother through enough, so he reached out to take a roll. As his hand closed around the bread, a soft voice opposite him almost made him drop it again.
“Is this seat free?”
Rúmil’s head shot up and he met the crystal blue gaze of the Imladris minstrel, Lindir.
“N… no…I mean… y-yes…” he stuttered, blushing profusely. “It is free.”
Smiling, Lindir sat down while Rúmil clutched the roll so tightly he almost completely squashed it. Beside him he could feel his brothers looking at him and he forced the smallest of smiles.
Lindir had hardly been able to believe his luck when he saw Rúmil in the dining hall, opposite an invitingly empty chair. Rarely one to hesitate, he had made straight for the table to try to get his answers.
It did not look like it would be easy, however. Rúmil was indeed as shy as he had been told and Lindir’s mere presence seemed to render him speechless. Still, he felt he at least had to try.
“I saw you at the festival last night,” he said. “Did you enjoy the music?”
Rúmil nodded wordlessly, his eyes fixed on the minstrel. Lindir realised that he was getting nowhere – Rúmil was too shy to simply make friends with anyone that spoke to him. It was a shame, he thought, for he seemed nice and was very attractive. A slight smile graced his lips as he caught himself thinking that. Perhaps a little more effort would be a good idea.
“I hope you enjoy the music tonight as well,” he said. “We have many different things planned.” Putting on his most charming smile, Lindir continued, “However, I will not be playing all evening, only until midnight. Maybe when I am done you would care to join me for a drink?”
Rúmil looked shocked and Lindir was hard-pressed not to laugh as the Galadhel struggled for a response. Still, he hoped that the Elf would not turn him down out of hand.
However, before Rúmil could find the words, another voice chimed in.
“He would love to,” Orophin said, leaning over to look at Lindir. Next to Orophin, Haldir was also nodding.
Seizing the opportunity, Lindir turned his attention to the younger brother. “Wonderful! I will meet him by the stone pillar, shortly after midnight.”
“He will be there,” Orophin promised.
“Excellent,” Lindir smiled at the three of them and then rose from his seat, deciding to make his exit before Rúmil could object. “Until tonight then.” Bowing slightly, he let his gaze linger on Rúmil for a moment before turning and walking away, leaving Rúmil staring after him in utter horror.
END CHAPTER TWO
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Author: Tuxedo Elf
Pairing: Rúmil/Lindir
Rating: R
Beta: Eni
Disclaimer: Not mine, it all belongs to Tolkien!
Summary: Lindir finally meets his guardian angel.
Warnings: A little angst, mostly fluffy.
Previous Chapters: http://rumil.shanksadelic.net/slash/guardianangel/01.html
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The next morning found Lindir wandering aimlessly through the palace. He had risen with the sun, despite having had a late night and it was as yet too early for breakfast.
He had hoped to sleep longer, for the next few days would be long, yet once awake he could rest no more.
Dressing, he had left his rooms and decided to take a walk. It was a beautiful day already and he quickly decided that the nicest place to be on such a bright and sunny day was the gardens.
He walked swiftly though the quiet palace – deserted save for a handful of guards and the few Elves whose jobs began before the sun rose – towards the lush gardens that surrounded Thranduil’s vast home.
For all of Greenwood's troubles, the gardens were incredibly peaceful. Walking amongst them, he felt at ease and able to dwell on his mysterious watcher of the previous night. Something about Rúmil bothered him, though what it was he didn't know. Was it simply because he had been watching him? The Lórien Elf might simply have thought him attractive, yet was too shy to approach him. But no, it was more than that, he was sure. However, that reasoning might be the excuse he needed to speak with the timid Elf.
Though what would he say? It seemed rude to simply ask why he had been watching him. Nor did he want to scare him off - Lindir had a feeling that such a bold question would only serve to drive Rúmil away and further into himself.
Maybe the key lay in patience. There would be another festival that evening; it might be best to wait and see if the Lórien Elf was there again, watching him. It would be easier also, to approach him in a social setting, and to find something to talk about. Though, if Rúmil was as shy as Laeriel had said, it would be no easy task. Still, Lindir felt compelled to try.
A distant bell reached his ears then and he knew it as the summons for the people of the wood to wake. Though he, as a guest, had no obligations until the evening, it also meant that breakfast would shortly be available. Turning around, he walked slowly back to the palace, to eat and maybe to question Laeriel some more.
***************
Haldir watched as Rúmil stood in front of the mirror, carefully braiding his hair. His brother was quiet as usual; Rúmil never initiated a conversation and even to his brothers said very little. But Haldir knew his brother and could tell that he was troubled, beyond the simple fact of the forced socialisation, which he knew Rúmil hated.
He'd never figured out why Rúmil was so shy. They had grown up in a very secluded part of Lórien, but that had not affected either him or Orophin. Though, his mother had told them that when Rúmil was growing up there had been no other children around for him to play with. He had already been in the Guardians by then and Orophin had not yet been born, so maybe he had been more isolated than them and that was why he had such trouble interacting with others. It was a shame, he thought, for Rúmil had much to offer. To those who managed to break down the walls around his heart he was kind, compassionate and thoughtful. Haldir had always expected him to be a healer; his decision to join the Guardians had shocked them all.
They hadn't been very supportive at first, he remembered with a touch of guilt. None of them had thought he'd make a warrior and had tried to steer him down other paths. But Rúmil had surprised them by standing his ground and then sailing through the training. On the battlefield his shyness faded away and he was a fierce warrior. He had the potential to lead his own patrol, as he was also good at forming strategies - but he was not good at giving orders.
Years ago, Haldir had given another guard a month's worth of extra duty upon hearing him cruelly commenting that Rúmil 'could not lead a horse to water.' It was however, the truth. Rúmil was a follower, not a leader and, while he was quite capable of acting on his own, in a group he faded into the background. It bothered him, but Rúmil never seemed unhappy and so he was content to let him be. Today, however, his younger brother clearly was not himself.
"Something troubles you," he said softly, speaking for the first time since entering the room. "Will you not talk to me?"
Rúmil turned, giving his brother a small smile. “It is nothing,” he replied. “I have not yet adjusted to being here, that is all. You know that I do not enjoy leaving Lórien.”
Haldir walked over to Rúmil and wrapped his arms around his brother, lightly pinning his arms to his sides. Rúmil allowed the embrace, letting the brush slide from his fingers and leaning back against his brother.
“I know you don’t,” he said, “but I also know when you are lying. Why do you do this, Rúmil? Why shut us out of your life?” There was no anger in his voice, just disappointment and sadness. He loved his brother and he knew Rúmil loved him, but sometimes he wished the younger Elf was a little more open.
“I am sorry,” he replied quietly, resting his hands on Haldir’s arms. “I… I am not ready to speak of it yet. But I am fine, I promise you.”
Tightening his hold on Rúmil a little, Haldir sighed. “I worry about you, Rúmil. You are alone so much and hardly ever speak to anyone.”
Rúmil looked a little guilty – he knew he was not the easiest person to live with. He turned in Haldir’s arms, wrapping his arms around his neck and hugging him warmly. “I know you do, but please try not to. I am sure everything will work out like it is supposed to.” He kissed Haldir’s cheek and smiled, doing his best to reassure his brother.
Such open displays of affection were impossible for Haldir to resist. He suspected that Rúmil knew this and used it to his advantage, but nonetheless he was powerless against them, bending to his brother’s wishes.
“Very well, Rúmil, but you know Orophin and I are always here for you if you need us.”
“I know,” Rúmil replied, “and I appreciate it.” He fell silent then and Haldir knew he would get nothing more from his brother on the subject.
“Are you ready?” he asked instead. “We will be late for breakfast if we do not go now.”
Rúmil made a face, causing Haldir to smile, but nodded. Following his brother to the door, they called for Orophin in the adjoining room before heading towards the dining hall.
*****************************
To Rúmil’s dismay the hall was packed, almost all the guests arriving at once. Serving Elves raced around, trying to keep up with all the orders. At the head of the hall only Thranduil’s table seemed somewhat quieter and Rúmil almost wished he could sit there.
The hall reminded him more of a barracks than the hall of an Elvenking, though nobody seemed to mind. Indeed, there was much laughter and cheerful chatter to be heard throughout.
“There are some seats!” Rúmil followed Orophin’s outstretched arm to a table in the corner, where there appeared to be several spaces. Winding their way through the hordes of Elves, the three brothers made their way to the long table and squeezed in before anyone else could take the seats.
There were baskets of fresh rolls on the tables and Haldir and Orophin took one quickly, though Rúmil hesitated. There were too many people around for him to feel comfortable and his appetite was almost gone. Yet Haldir worried when he didn’t eat and Rúmil felt he put his brother through enough, so he reached out to take a roll. As his hand closed around the bread, a soft voice opposite him almost made him drop it again.
“Is this seat free?”
Rúmil’s head shot up and he met the crystal blue gaze of the Imladris minstrel, Lindir.
“N… no…I mean… y-yes…” he stuttered, blushing profusely. “It is free.”
Smiling, Lindir sat down while Rúmil clutched the roll so tightly he almost completely squashed it. Beside him he could feel his brothers looking at him and he forced the smallest of smiles.
Lindir had hardly been able to believe his luck when he saw Rúmil in the dining hall, opposite an invitingly empty chair. Rarely one to hesitate, he had made straight for the table to try to get his answers.
It did not look like it would be easy, however. Rúmil was indeed as shy as he had been told and Lindir’s mere presence seemed to render him speechless. Still, he felt he at least had to try.
“I saw you at the festival last night,” he said. “Did you enjoy the music?”
Rúmil nodded wordlessly, his eyes fixed on the minstrel. Lindir realised that he was getting nowhere – Rúmil was too shy to simply make friends with anyone that spoke to him. It was a shame, he thought, for he seemed nice and was very attractive. A slight smile graced his lips as he caught himself thinking that. Perhaps a little more effort would be a good idea.
“I hope you enjoy the music tonight as well,” he said. “We have many different things planned.” Putting on his most charming smile, Lindir continued, “However, I will not be playing all evening, only until midnight. Maybe when I am done you would care to join me for a drink?”
Rúmil looked shocked and Lindir was hard-pressed not to laugh as the Galadhel struggled for a response. Still, he hoped that the Elf would not turn him down out of hand.
However, before Rúmil could find the words, another voice chimed in.
“He would love to,” Orophin said, leaning over to look at Lindir. Next to Orophin, Haldir was also nodding.
Seizing the opportunity, Lindir turned his attention to the younger brother. “Wonderful! I will meet him by the stone pillar, shortly after midnight.”
“He will be there,” Orophin promised.
“Excellent,” Lindir smiled at the three of them and then rose from his seat, deciding to make his exit before Rúmil could object. “Until tonight then.” Bowing slightly, he let his gaze linger on Rúmil for a moment before turning and walking away, leaving Rúmil staring after him in utter horror.
END CHAPTER TWO
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