My Date with Rumil

The Date - 02 - Friday Night.

The place was jumping.

Everything had faded away as we entered The Golden Woods. Rumil had lifted me into the flets above and we were moving quickly, despite my heels, through the treetops.

"You look lovely, lirimaer." Rumil blushed slightly, holding my hand tight.

"I feel... exposed."

He stopped suddenly and caressed my cheek. "You feel wonderful." Lips brushed across my brow. He stepped back and gestured over the valley. "Look. Caras Galladhon."

It was more beautiful than I had ever imagined in my wildest dreams. HalMuse had described it meticulously, but still to see it, for real, was breath-taking. Quickly, he helped me across the rope bridge and into the city.

Elves, elves everywhere. Singing could be heard, a gentle soundtrack running with the sounds of the crickets in perfect harmony. I decided I had died and gone to heaven! I was so busy looking at the twinkling lights of the city, I almost did not realize Rumil had handed my bag to Elf bearing a strange resemblance to Heridil, with whispered instructions to take it to his talon. The Elf caught my eye and smiled, hand over his heart. Even as I stared after him, Rumil continued to lead me through the city.

The music changed, became more raucous. We stopped in front of a huge mallorn tree with a multi-level talan. An Elf, dressed in all black, stood in the front, a pedestal with a large book. "Rumil. Party of two. I had reservations in the dance talan for 8:00."

"Yes sir. Follow me, sir."

"Rumil?" My eyes had yet to miss a thing. "Rumil! This is..."

"The Galadhrim Grotto." His grin was mischievous, infectious. "Only the most exclusive restaurant in Middle Earth. And look," he nodded to the room, "not only do we have a front row table, we have an excellent view of the band!" He pulled out my chair with a flourish and settled across from me. "Oh, the musical group tonight is ‘Turner's Trio'." He had not stopped smiling. "Look! It's Pirate Night!"

The waiters were dressed as the scurvy crew of "The Black Pearl."

Hmmmmm. I wondered if Capt' Jack would be around?

I allowed Rumil to order for me. Contrary to popular belief that I have seen bandied about in the Elving Handbook, the Elves DO eat meat! My date ordered rack of lamb with fresh roasted vegetables. As we sat, he told me of growing up with HalMuse and Orophin, living in Caras Galladhon, patrolling on the Northern Fences, fishing on the river. Despite my gentle prodding, he refused to discuss the Battle of Dol Guldur, saying it was too gruesome for dinner conversation.

Ladies, he is every bit gorgeous, polite, and gentlemanly as I could have ever dreamed! I don't remember eating, taking the first bite, but I was full. And when he took my hand to dance, I was floating on a cloud.

The group was most excellent and the song was slow. Rumil took me into his arms and pulled me into his lean body, gently twirling me around the floor.

A beautiful, graceful couple whizzed by us.

"Uh... Rumil? Is that..."

"Yes. Celeborn and Galadriel. They come on their cook's off nights.

"Do they now?" My eyes followed the graceful couple.

"Yes." He dipped his head downwards towards my jewelry encrusted ear. "Galadriel cannot put together a simple sandwich! The last time she attempted a meal, Celeborn got food poisoning!"

I buried my face in his chest so my laughter could not be heard.

As Rumil led me back to our table, I thought I heard a commotion by the front door. As I looked to see what the fuss was about, I saw tell-tale sparks flying about.

SnapeBaby!

"Excuse me," Rumil stopped our waitress, "is there a problem outside?"

The she-Elf was dressed in bright ruffles and lace. "Oh, do not worry. Only someone trying to get in without a reservation. It happens, sometimes."

Our cheesecake came. I was most definately in heaven!

Just as I set my fork down from the last, delectable bite, a hand gently took mine. Rumil's eyes narrowed and I looked up at the Elf, with my hand held tight.

Orophin.

Words I did not understand were bandied back and forth, Rumil's tone tight, whilst Orophin's was chiding, adamant. I found myself being lifted from my seat as I was led to the dance floor.

"Hello Orophin. Did I miss something?" I found myself clasped tightly - not uncomfortably so - to his angular body.

"Apparently, my brother cheated."

"He cheated? How could he possibly have cheated?"

The dance was sensuously slow and my body reacted to his, much as his was reacting to mine.

Yay! Me!

"He paid SnapeBaby to hex the coin, so he would win."

"Oh." It was beginning to get a little hot on the dance floor. "That was not nice."

He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. "No, it was not. Therefore, you win by default."

"Default..." my voice was breathless; I was having a difficult time breathing.

"Yes. You win us both!"

The dance ended as my head was beginning to spin. Quickly, I was taken back to our table, where Rumil no longer glowered but seemed to be in jovial spirits. An additional chair was pulled up, beforefore I could settle, my hand was grabbed again.

"Lord Celeborn. How are you?" Twinkling blue eyes looked down at me as I was clutched in a rhythmic tango. I was snatched to a powerful chest, my eyes level with his mouth...

Pelvis to pelvis.

Oh definitely - YAY ME!

"I am fine. Doing much better now!" His head dipped and he whispered in my ear. "Ditch the brothers! How about you and I..." I listened to him make suggestions about a certain gazebo, a certain grotto with mirror, a certain boat out on the water..."

"My Lord, need I remind you that you are married."

"She will not mind!" I peered horrified over to Galadriel, who seemed very engrossed in the waiter at their table.

The tango ended with me bent over his arm, staring upside down at my... dates. Their smiles looked forced, pained.

"I am sorry, my Lord, but I have promised this weekend to Rumil... and Orophin. I will not go back on my word. Perhaps some other time?"

Crashing and cursing came from the kitchen. I looked over Lord Celeborn's shoulder to see sparks flying under the swinging doors. The cursing sounded amazingly like HalMuse.

The Silver Lord chuckled. "Nay. It will not happen. This was my only chance. You know as well as I, HalMuse would kill me!" He led me back to my seat, much to the audible sighs of relief of Haldir's younger brothers. They stood and bowed to Lord Celeborn.

"Gentlemen," he whispered, "Galadriel and I will not be using her garden tonight. If you wish..." He trailed off as he kissed my fingertips and sauntered back to his and Gladdy's table.

We were out the door in minutes.

***

I soon found myself sitting in the gazebo in Galadriel's Garden, surrounded by two ardent Elves. Both had their arms around me and were snuggled in close. Both had their lips pressed against my neck, my ear.

YAY ME!

"So... uhm... guys..." I was struggling for breath. "What is on the... uhm... agenda for the week... end?"

Oh, just give up breathing, girlfriend! My erogenous zones were screaming to be touched and both brothers were staying away from them. I was very frustrated and it seemed to me they were teasing me on purpose!

"Sailing..."

"Antiquing..."

"Bookstore..."

"Folk song cafe..."

Hmmm. Everything but, shagging you senseless when we get you back to the talan. I wonder if HalMuse or SnapeBaby had anything to do with this?

I turned my head to face Rumil. My mouth sought his outndinnding the hot cavern as I demanded entrance. My one arm was up his back, while the other lingered around Orophin's ear. That one had moved my hair over to side and he was trailing kisses up the back of my neck.

The sounds of heavy breathing and sighs were clearly audible from the garden. I turned to Orophin and claimed his mouth. His was sweet as honey, tongues interplayed and Rumil's mouth teased my ear.

I was squirming in my dampness, hungering in my need.

Their hands never left my neck, my waist. Their fingers gently flickered over my skin, causing the tension to mount profusely.

For almost an hour, this unholy foreplay went on and on. Finally...

"Are you tired, lirimaer?" Rumil gasped. He dragged his mouth over my ear.

"Are you ready for bed?" Orophin asked in the other.

"Yesssssss" Deep in the recesses of my mind, I remembered I had packed a rather natty tshirt to sleep in.

Rats.

***

I stood over my satchel, looking in diief ief at the contents.

Gone was the soft, but shapeless tshirt.

In its place was a black lace... thing. It was long, trailing the ground, slit up the side clear to my... my... wahoo. It had spaghetti straps and fit like a second skin.

It had SnapeBaby's signature all over it.

My body was screaming ‘Let's get boinkeet'et's get boinked! Snogsnogsnogsnogsnogsnog!!!!'

Yay me!

"Uhm... guys?" I called from the room.

"Yes?" In unison.

"I'm going to bed. Are you going to join me?"

Hopeful, hopeful, hopeful me...

"Big day tomorrow, lirimaer. You will need your sleep." Rumil called, jovially.

"Good night, tithen aras." Orophin sounded playful.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror.

"What a waste of lace!"

***

HalMuse sat in the tree, outside his brothers talan, watching the lights, with the exception of the living room light, go out. His eyes glowed eerily in the dark.

"You are behaving foolishly!" SnapeBaby's velvet voice came from somewhere to his left.

"You are not helping me." HalMuse retorted. "Not one bit!"

SnapeBaby's black cloaked form settled next to the Elf. HalMuse decided the rumors on the Snape Boards were right - he WAS a bat!

Or just plain batty!

Although, the git did have some pretty good story ideas and a few rather ugly potions they still wanted to try on Grima...

Regardless...

"A little assistance would be appreciated here!" HalMuse whispered angrily.

"I am not here to help you, you brainless twit!" SnapeBaby's voice remained neutral. "I am here to ensure Zee has a wonderful time."

"Well, we do not want her to have THAT wonderful of a time!"

"And what are you so afraid of, hmmm? Do you not trust our Zee?"

HalMuse scowled in the dark. "I do not trust my brothers!"

SnapeBaby sighed theatrically. "Oh ye, of little faith!"

The Dark Wizard never saw the hand reach out and push. One minute, he was sitting on the limb next to HalMuse, the next he was sitting in crushed, wet leaves on his arse.

Oh, this was one Elf that needed a lesson in manners.

Badly.

The Dark Wizard narrowed his eyes and with a flick of his wand, nailed HalMuse flat on his back in the mud...

"Not amusing, you greasy git!"

"Yes it is!"

***

I tossed and turned and turned and tossed.

This was not working.

And then there was the sound like someone had fallen out of the tree and then I heard a *zap* and heard what sounded like someone else falling out of the tree...

The light was still on in the living area, so I got up from the large bed and wrapping a sheet around my scantily clad body, I meandered out to the living area. Rumil and Orophin had their heads together over a map and a sheet of paper. Both looked up when I entered the room.

"Guys. I can't sleep. I heard a noise outside the window and the bed is really big and... well... it's lonely! I'm not used to sleeping by myself, y'know!"

The two Elves looked at each other and grinned.

Quietly, they blew out the candles and led me back to the room.

They undressed in the dark and lying men onn on the bed, they curled up around me, arms curled around my waist, my head. Lips again played wicked games with my ears, my back and neck. I stroked their arms, shoulders, backs.

They whispered sweet words in my ears and I felt their lean, hard bodies squeeze beside mine as I fell into deep slumber.

***
TBC
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Note from SnapeBaby: I have been given not ONLY the arduous task of delivering these updates on this date, but also entrusted with answering Zee's mail AND keeping up with HalMuse, who it seems majored in "Behaving Badly" at Golden Woods University. I will do my best, but refuse to guarantee anything.

Now, where did that pointy-ear rat go to...