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A Companion For You
Title: A Companion For You
Author: Janalynn27
Fandom: LOTR
Characters: Rúmil/Lindir
Prompt: 16. Puppy/kitten
Word Count: 681
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash m/m relationship
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made.
Author’s Note: Written for the lj community 25fluffyfics and is a prequel to Feline Troubles.
A Companion For You
Rúmil walked into Lindir’s chambers and when he spied his hervenn (husband) standing out on the balcony, he carefully laid the basket that he was carrying onto the bed before he joined his mate outside. Slowly wrapping his arms around Lindir’s waist, he rested his chin upon the Minstrel’s shoulder and said, “You did not come to the Hall of Fire after dinner meleth (love).”
Lindir threaded his fingers with his mate’s and leaned back into Rúmil’s embrace, trying to stifle the tears that threatened to spill over. “I was not in the mood for celebrating.”
Rúmil sighed at hearing the tears in his hervenn’s voice and he turned him around to face him, cupping a pale cheek. “Aiya, I am going to miss you pen vain nín (my beauty one),” Rúmil said as he leaned in and kissed Lindir’s rosie lips.
Lindir wound his arms around Rúmil’s neck and pressed close to him, taking over the kiss. Ruthlessly plundering his mate’s mouth, Lindir groaned as he felt Rúmil’s hands cup his buttocks, lifting him up so he could wrap his legs around his waist.
Rúmil growled as he turned them and pressed Lindir up against the wall before laving and nipping at his hervenn’s earlobe and neck. When Lindir threaded his fingers into his hair and tugged upon his silver-tresses, he let his mate capture his lips again, savoring the sweet taste of him. After the need for air broke them apart, Rúmil desperately drew on his will power and gasped, “Meleth, I have a gift for you, it is waiting inside on the bed.”
Lindir did not want a present, just his mate, but knew how much Rúmil liked to pamper him and give his things so he slowly lowered his legs to the floor. “All right, show me my gift,” he said between breaths.
Rúmil took Lindir’s hand and led him to the bed where a basket sat. He knew that the parting between them on the morrow was going to be difficult for both of them, especially Lindir, who had guarded himself for so long. Part of Rúmil wished that he could forget his duty to the Lady Galadriel and the Lord Celeborn so he could stay with his new hervenn, but he could not. He also could not ask Lindir to leave his home, though he had to keep himself from pleading with him, knowing that there would be a time in the future when they could reside in one place together, it was just not now. Sitting Lindir on the edge of the bed, he sat on the other side of the basket and slowly opened the lid and up popped an orange head.
“Ooooh!” Lindir exclaimed as he carefully lifted the orange striped kitten out of the basket to rub his cheek on its silky fur, “He his so beautiful. Hannon le (Thank you) meleth nín.”
Rúmil smiled and said, “I thought he would keep you company whilst I was away. I saw him and knew that he needed to come home to you.”
Lindir giggled as the kitten started pushing his way underneath his hair, trying to eat it in the process. “He is absolutely darling. Does he have a name?” he asked.
Rúmil shook his head, “No he does not. I thought that you could give him one. So, what will you call the little fur ball?”
Lindir extracted the kitten from his hair and held him up, taking a long look at the pen dithen (little one) before smiling, “Rúmil, Rúmil will be his name.”
Rúmil chuckled as he scratched underneath the kitten’s chin. “I like it, a very noble name if you ask me,” he said with a smirk.
Lindir pushed the basket out of the way and pulled his mate to lie down on the bed, resting his head upon his shoulder. Placing Rúmil onto his hervenn’s chest, Lindir petted the kitten and said, “Hannon le meleth. I love you.”
Rúmil hugged his mate to him, “You are welcome and I love you too melui nín (my sweet).”
TBC
Author: Janalynn27
Fandom: LOTR
Characters: Rúmil/Lindir
Prompt: 16. Puppy/kitten
Word Count: 681
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash m/m relationship
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made.
Author’s Note: Written for the lj community 25fluffyfics and is a prequel to Feline Troubles.
A Companion For You
Rúmil walked into Lindir’s chambers and when he spied his hervenn (husband) standing out on the balcony, he carefully laid the basket that he was carrying onto the bed before he joined his mate outside. Slowly wrapping his arms around Lindir’s waist, he rested his chin upon the Minstrel’s shoulder and said, “You did not come to the Hall of Fire after dinner meleth (love).”
Lindir threaded his fingers with his mate’s and leaned back into Rúmil’s embrace, trying to stifle the tears that threatened to spill over. “I was not in the mood for celebrating.”
Rúmil sighed at hearing the tears in his hervenn’s voice and he turned him around to face him, cupping a pale cheek. “Aiya, I am going to miss you pen vain nín (my beauty one),” Rúmil said as he leaned in and kissed Lindir’s rosie lips.
Lindir wound his arms around Rúmil’s neck and pressed close to him, taking over the kiss. Ruthlessly plundering his mate’s mouth, Lindir groaned as he felt Rúmil’s hands cup his buttocks, lifting him up so he could wrap his legs around his waist.
Rúmil growled as he turned them and pressed Lindir up against the wall before laving and nipping at his hervenn’s earlobe and neck. When Lindir threaded his fingers into his hair and tugged upon his silver-tresses, he let his mate capture his lips again, savoring the sweet taste of him. After the need for air broke them apart, Rúmil desperately drew on his will power and gasped, “Meleth, I have a gift for you, it is waiting inside on the bed.”
Lindir did not want a present, just his mate, but knew how much Rúmil liked to pamper him and give his things so he slowly lowered his legs to the floor. “All right, show me my gift,” he said between breaths.
Rúmil took Lindir’s hand and led him to the bed where a basket sat. He knew that the parting between them on the morrow was going to be difficult for both of them, especially Lindir, who had guarded himself for so long. Part of Rúmil wished that he could forget his duty to the Lady Galadriel and the Lord Celeborn so he could stay with his new hervenn, but he could not. He also could not ask Lindir to leave his home, though he had to keep himself from pleading with him, knowing that there would be a time in the future when they could reside in one place together, it was just not now. Sitting Lindir on the edge of the bed, he sat on the other side of the basket and slowly opened the lid and up popped an orange head.
“Ooooh!” Lindir exclaimed as he carefully lifted the orange striped kitten out of the basket to rub his cheek on its silky fur, “He his so beautiful. Hannon le (Thank you) meleth nín.”
Rúmil smiled and said, “I thought he would keep you company whilst I was away. I saw him and knew that he needed to come home to you.”
Lindir giggled as the kitten started pushing his way underneath his hair, trying to eat it in the process. “He is absolutely darling. Does he have a name?” he asked.
Rúmil shook his head, “No he does not. I thought that you could give him one. So, what will you call the little fur ball?”
Lindir extracted the kitten from his hair and held him up, taking a long look at the pen dithen (little one) before smiling, “Rúmil, Rúmil will be his name.”
Rúmil chuckled as he scratched underneath the kitten’s chin. “I like it, a very noble name if you ask me,” he said with a smirk.
Lindir pushed the basket out of the way and pulled his mate to lie down on the bed, resting his head upon his shoulder. Placing Rúmil onto his hervenn’s chest, Lindir petted the kitten and said, “Hannon le meleth. I love you.”
Rúmil hugged his mate to him, “You are welcome and I love you too melui nín (my sweet).”
TBC