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Cinnamon and Vanilla
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+Third Age › Slash - Male/Male
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+Third Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
4,121
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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 2
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Chapter 2
“Do I?” a silky smooth, mild voice asked.
Both ellyn turned to face the new speaker. Dressed all in black, coming out of the shadows, was Erestor himself.
Rumil turned a third shade of pale, then one of green. “Oh. I think I drank too much,” he said, sliding off the table. He covered his mouth with both hands and swallowed heavily as he stumbled away.
Haldir was too stunned to follow. Besides, Rumil was heading toward home, let Orophin take care of him. “M—Lord Erestor,” he glanced at the shadows then back to the Noldo, “You—“
“Yes, I heard every word.”
Haldir sobered instantly. “I-I can—“
Erestor stopped him with a single raised eyebrow.
His heart sinking, Haldir felt two inches high. He’d been looking forward to meeting the High Councilor since the moment he’d heard the other was with the party from Imladris. He’d read every book the brilliant Noldo had written, from battle tactics to garden design to the romantic poetry…though he’d read those last in private. “You must think me an idiot…or worse,” he said quietly. “I-I apologize for our words. They were the ramblings of a pair of drunken fools. I-I mean you no disrespect, I assure you.”
The eyebrow stayed up, the piercing blue eyes cool. “You seem quite eloquent for a self-professed drunk, warden Haldir.”
He knew Haldir’s name! “I…find your sudden presence rather sobering, lord councilor.”
“Hm,” was the disheartening reply. Erestor turned and began to blend back into the shadows.
No, please! If he left now… “Please.” Haldir stepped forward. “I know you must think me a fool—“
“Merely drunk, warden. It does seem the night for it, however,” came the quiet voice.
Hope! Could he pull this fiasco from the flames? “I am more sober by the moment,” Haldir said quickly. “Perhaps we could sit and talk and I could try to make a better impression on you? I-I much admire your writings, you see,” he finished bashfully.
There was a very long silence, in which Haldir feared the other had already gone. Finally the Noldo partially emerged from the shadows again. “You reek of alcohol. It is most distracting.”
Haldir blinked, thinking fast. “The baths! There are baths, near here. I doubt anyone will be using them tonight. I could wash, you could soak…it is very restful.”
That long slow look considered him again. “If this is about the dare…”
Haldir raised a hand to interrupt the other. “My brother is young but impetuous. By morning, if not already, he will deeply regret this evening. No word of this will pass his lips.” Or else!
“…what are your intentions?” the other asked bluntly.
“I…” Haldir sighed and slumped a bit, something that would have shocked any who knew him, he realized belatedly with that part of his brain that had not turned to blithering idiot. “I was so looking forward to meeting you. Your work—“
“Lord Celeborn has mentioned your aptitude for tactical planning,” Erestor interrupted.
“He did?” Haldir stood up straight. “Er…he did not mention my fondness for your poetry, did he?”
There was another long pause. Just as Haldir felt his hope ebb completely away: “A relaxing soak before bed would be nice,” Erestor said.
Haldir smiled so wide he feared his face would split. “It is an excellent spot. Please, follow me!”
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Chapter 2
“Do I?” a silky smooth, mild voice asked.
Both ellyn turned to face the new speaker. Dressed all in black, coming out of the shadows, was Erestor himself.
Rumil turned a third shade of pale, then one of green. “Oh. I think I drank too much,” he said, sliding off the table. He covered his mouth with both hands and swallowed heavily as he stumbled away.
Haldir was too stunned to follow. Besides, Rumil was heading toward home, let Orophin take care of him. “M—Lord Erestor,” he glanced at the shadows then back to the Noldo, “You—“
“Yes, I heard every word.”
Haldir sobered instantly. “I-I can—“
Erestor stopped him with a single raised eyebrow.
His heart sinking, Haldir felt two inches high. He’d been looking forward to meeting the High Councilor since the moment he’d heard the other was with the party from Imladris. He’d read every book the brilliant Noldo had written, from battle tactics to garden design to the romantic poetry…though he’d read those last in private. “You must think me an idiot…or worse,” he said quietly. “I-I apologize for our words. They were the ramblings of a pair of drunken fools. I-I mean you no disrespect, I assure you.”
The eyebrow stayed up, the piercing blue eyes cool. “You seem quite eloquent for a self-professed drunk, warden Haldir.”
He knew Haldir’s name! “I…find your sudden presence rather sobering, lord councilor.”
“Hm,” was the disheartening reply. Erestor turned and began to blend back into the shadows.
No, please! If he left now… “Please.” Haldir stepped forward. “I know you must think me a fool—“
“Merely drunk, warden. It does seem the night for it, however,” came the quiet voice.
Hope! Could he pull this fiasco from the flames? “I am more sober by the moment,” Haldir said quickly. “Perhaps we could sit and talk and I could try to make a better impression on you? I-I much admire your writings, you see,” he finished bashfully.
There was a very long silence, in which Haldir feared the other had already gone. Finally the Noldo partially emerged from the shadows again. “You reek of alcohol. It is most distracting.”
Haldir blinked, thinking fast. “The baths! There are baths, near here. I doubt anyone will be using them tonight. I could wash, you could soak…it is very restful.”
That long slow look considered him again. “If this is about the dare…”
Haldir raised a hand to interrupt the other. “My brother is young but impetuous. By morning, if not already, he will deeply regret this evening. No word of this will pass his lips.” Or else!
“…what are your intentions?” the other asked bluntly.
“I…” Haldir sighed and slumped a bit, something that would have shocked any who knew him, he realized belatedly with that part of his brain that had not turned to blithering idiot. “I was so looking forward to meeting you. Your work—“
“Lord Celeborn has mentioned your aptitude for tactical planning,” Erestor interrupted.
“He did?” Haldir stood up straight. “Er…he did not mention my fondness for your poetry, did he?”
There was another long pause. Just as Haldir felt his hope ebb completely away: “A relaxing soak before bed would be nice,” Erestor said.
Haldir smiled so wide he feared his face would split. “It is an excellent spot. Please, follow me!”
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