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Chapter Three
Title: Guardian Angel – Chapter 3
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Pairing: Rúmil/Lindir
Rating: PG13
Beta: Eni
Summary: Lindir finally meets his guardian angel.
Warnings: A little angst, mostly sweet fluff.
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Other than on the battlefield, it was a rare thing indeed to see Rúmil angry. However, it did happen on occasion and this, unfortunately for his brothers, was one of those times.
“How could you do this to me?” he seethed, glaring at his brothers and Orophin in particular as they stood before him in Haldir’s room.
“Rúmil, please calm yourself!” Orophin implored. “We were only trying to help!”
“How so, by embarrassing me half to death?” Rúmil visibly bristled, though there was an undercurrent of fear in his voice.
“Of course not,” Orophin protested. “Rúmil, be honest – when was the last time someone expressed a desire to court you?”
Rúmil looked furiously at Orophin, but did not answer as shame crept up on him. No one had ever expressed such a desire before and he had never found the courage to approach any who caught his eye.
Seeing his brother’s misery, Orophin sighed. “You are not unattractive, Rúmil,” he said, “but you are so timid that you often get lost in the crowd. “You deserve someone nice in your life, who can give you more than a brother’s love. The minstrel seems nice – and certainly willing to make an effort. Please, just try?”
“We will help you get ready and will stay nearby, if you wish it,” Haldir added. “This will be good for you.”
“You did not even ask his name!” Rúmil argued. “How is that caring?
“His name is Lindir.” Orophin supplied, a little too helpfully. “I heard one of the other minstrels talking to him.”
Rúmil shoulders slumped. He had never been able to stand up to his brothers, especially when they were working together. “As you wish,” he said dejectedly.
Orophin hugged his older brother warmly. “It will not be so bad, Rúmil, you will see!” he promised. The look Rúmil gave him in return showed that he was not so sure about Orophin’s prediction.
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Lindir fussed over his robes as he checked his reflection in the large mirror. He had bathed and washed and carefully styled his hair, before dressing in his best robes. While he did not wish to overwhelm Rúmil, he did want to make an impression on the timid Elf. He only hoped his brothers had been able to talk him into actually meeting him that night, or he’d be right back where he started.
Smoothing one last stray strand of hair away from his face, he decided that he would have to do. Picking up his harp and flute, he left for the festival.
He was more confident about playing tonight than he had been the day before, though now there were new nerves, which were due to the impending presence of one timid Galadhel. He was glad that he knew the other minstrels a little now, and trusted in their skill as they would provide accompaniment to some of his songs. Tonight, Lindir was out to impress.
Making his way to the dais he was pleased to see that Laeriel was already there.
“Good eve,” he said, smiling warmly.
Setting down the music sheets she carried, Laeriel turned to the visiting minstrel.
“Good eve, Lindir!” she replied, her eyes widening slightly as she looked at him. “My, you do look splendid tonight, if I may say so!”
Lindir blushed. “Thank you… you are most kind. I admit I am rather nervous… I have arranged to meet Rúmil after I am finished performing and I wish to make a good impression.”
Laeriel’s eyes opened wider still at this news. “That is no small feat – I am impressed! However did you manage it?”
With a sheepish smile, Lindir explained the events of that morning and how he had used Orophin’s enthusiasm to get the meeting he desired. Laeriel laughed in hearing the story, but she had to agree, it was the only way Rúmil would have agreed to meet him.
“I hope it goes well for you,” she said. “Looking like that though, I don’t see how you can fail to catch his eye!”
“You flatter me!” Lindir chuckled, taking his seat. “But I thank you anyway!”
“Silly Elf,” Laeriel said in amusement. “Away with you now, I must make ready. The others will soon arrive.”
Nodding, Lindir turned his attention to his harp, his spirits raised somewhat by the light-hearted banter. Rúmil had already agreed to the meeting – all he had to do was not embarrasses himself. As long as he played well, that shouldn’t be a problem. Just to be sure however, he checked that his harp was properly tuned one more time.
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At his brothers’ insistence, Rúmil had not worn his uniform for the festival that night. Instead he was dressed in black leggings and a tunic of deepest purple. The dark colours went well with his light skin and hair and were far more striking than the greys he usually lived in. It also made him stand out far more than he was comfortable with. He trailed behind his brothers as they made their way to the festival, wishing for nothing more than to just slip into the shadows and hide.
Haldir and Orophin were not about to let that happen, though; they were keeping a close eye on Rúmil. He was given no chance to slip away and all too soon they had reached the lavishly decorated courtyard. Already the area was beginning to fill up and they hurried to find some good seats.
“Over here!” Orophin cried, dragging both brothers to a spot not far from the dais. “We will be able to see and it is near to Rúmil’s meeting point!” He grinned at his brother and Rúmil fought the urge to just run. To say he was dreading midnight was a great understatement.
“Perfect,” Haldir agreed, lightly pushing Rúmil into a chair. “You two get comfortable and I’ll get the drinks!” He hurried off and Rúmil sank into the chair, in a vain attempt to disappear, not even daring to look up and see if Lindir was there yet.
Lindir, however, had been looking for Rúmil almost constantly. He had yet to find him, though he was not too worried – he had already realised that the Lórien Elf was very good at not being seen.
He had no chance to look thoroughly, for it was time to begin and, following the same procedure as the night before, played sedate music until the royal family had entered and given the word for the festival to continue. After that the pace picked up and it was impossible to tell one Elf from another as they whirled around the courtyard. Lindir was quite certain, though, that Rúmil was not amongst the dancing Elves.
Despite the lively atmosphere, the evening dragged for Lindir. He was anxiously awaiting midnight and fearing that at any moment Rúmil would slip away… assuming he was indeed here. He had no idea that for Rúmil, time was slipping by much too fast.
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As midnight approached, Haldir pulled Rúmil from his chair and towards the stone pillar. “Try to look happy, brother and not as though you are being sent out as warg-bait!” he chided gently. “You will have fun!”
“I feel like warg-bait,” Rúmil mumbled, eyeing the dais reluctantly. He had been quite happy to listen to the minstrel’s beautiful music, but meeting him was a little too much.
“He will not eat you alive, Rúmil!” Orophin said with a touch of frustration. “Now smile, that was his last song!”
Indeed, as Orophin spoke, Lindir bowed politely to his audience as they applauded, then made his way off the platform and down into the crowd of Elves.
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“Good luck,” Laeriel had whispered to Lindir as he left to meet Rúmil. Glad of her encouragement, he made his way to the pillar, hoping his efforts hadn’t all been in vain.
To his delight though he saw Rúmil waiting for him, looking nervous but stunning in purple and black. Lindir’s breath caught in his throat – he had thought Rúmil attractive before, but now he was truly breathtaking. He almost missed the presence of Rúmil’s brothers, keeping watch nearby.
“Good evening, Rúmil,” he said softly, smiling at his companion. “I am glad to see you again.”
“Good evening,” Rúmil forced out, after a significant pause. “I am… also… glad.”
The words clearly were not coming easily for Rúmil, but Lindir thought it was a good start. Stepping closer, he cautiously laid a hand on Rúmil’s arm. When his companion did not pull away, he allowed himself to relax a little.
“Shall we go and get a drink?” he asked. “There are some quieter places in the far corner.”
Rúmil nodded wordlessly and Lindir gently pulled him away from the pillar towards the less rowdy areas, glad that Rúmil was co-operating, but wondering what the rest of the night would bring.
END CHAPTER THREE
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Pairing: Rúmil/Lindir
Rating: PG13
Beta: Eni
Summary: Lindir finally meets his guardian angel.
Warnings: A little angst, mostly sweet fluff.
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Other than on the battlefield, it was a rare thing indeed to see Rúmil angry. However, it did happen on occasion and this, unfortunately for his brothers, was one of those times.
“How could you do this to me?” he seethed, glaring at his brothers and Orophin in particular as they stood before him in Haldir’s room.
“Rúmil, please calm yourself!” Orophin implored. “We were only trying to help!”
“How so, by embarrassing me half to death?” Rúmil visibly bristled, though there was an undercurrent of fear in his voice.
“Of course not,” Orophin protested. “Rúmil, be honest – when was the last time someone expressed a desire to court you?”
Rúmil looked furiously at Orophin, but did not answer as shame crept up on him. No one had ever expressed such a desire before and he had never found the courage to approach any who caught his eye.
Seeing his brother’s misery, Orophin sighed. “You are not unattractive, Rúmil,” he said, “but you are so timid that you often get lost in the crowd. “You deserve someone nice in your life, who can give you more than a brother’s love. The minstrel seems nice – and certainly willing to make an effort. Please, just try?”
“We will help you get ready and will stay nearby, if you wish it,” Haldir added. “This will be good for you.”
“You did not even ask his name!” Rúmil argued. “How is that caring?
“His name is Lindir.” Orophin supplied, a little too helpfully. “I heard one of the other minstrels talking to him.”
Rúmil shoulders slumped. He had never been able to stand up to his brothers, especially when they were working together. “As you wish,” he said dejectedly.
Orophin hugged his older brother warmly. “It will not be so bad, Rúmil, you will see!” he promised. The look Rúmil gave him in return showed that he was not so sure about Orophin’s prediction.
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Lindir fussed over his robes as he checked his reflection in the large mirror. He had bathed and washed and carefully styled his hair, before dressing in his best robes. While he did not wish to overwhelm Rúmil, he did want to make an impression on the timid Elf. He only hoped his brothers had been able to talk him into actually meeting him that night, or he’d be right back where he started.
Smoothing one last stray strand of hair away from his face, he decided that he would have to do. Picking up his harp and flute, he left for the festival.
He was more confident about playing tonight than he had been the day before, though now there were new nerves, which were due to the impending presence of one timid Galadhel. He was glad that he knew the other minstrels a little now, and trusted in their skill as they would provide accompaniment to some of his songs. Tonight, Lindir was out to impress.
Making his way to the dais he was pleased to see that Laeriel was already there.
“Good eve,” he said, smiling warmly.
Setting down the music sheets she carried, Laeriel turned to the visiting minstrel.
“Good eve, Lindir!” she replied, her eyes widening slightly as she looked at him. “My, you do look splendid tonight, if I may say so!”
Lindir blushed. “Thank you… you are most kind. I admit I am rather nervous… I have arranged to meet Rúmil after I am finished performing and I wish to make a good impression.”
Laeriel’s eyes opened wider still at this news. “That is no small feat – I am impressed! However did you manage it?”
With a sheepish smile, Lindir explained the events of that morning and how he had used Orophin’s enthusiasm to get the meeting he desired. Laeriel laughed in hearing the story, but she had to agree, it was the only way Rúmil would have agreed to meet him.
“I hope it goes well for you,” she said. “Looking like that though, I don’t see how you can fail to catch his eye!”
“You flatter me!” Lindir chuckled, taking his seat. “But I thank you anyway!”
“Silly Elf,” Laeriel said in amusement. “Away with you now, I must make ready. The others will soon arrive.”
Nodding, Lindir turned his attention to his harp, his spirits raised somewhat by the light-hearted banter. Rúmil had already agreed to the meeting – all he had to do was not embarrasses himself. As long as he played well, that shouldn’t be a problem. Just to be sure however, he checked that his harp was properly tuned one more time.
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At his brothers’ insistence, Rúmil had not worn his uniform for the festival that night. Instead he was dressed in black leggings and a tunic of deepest purple. The dark colours went well with his light skin and hair and were far more striking than the greys he usually lived in. It also made him stand out far more than he was comfortable with. He trailed behind his brothers as they made their way to the festival, wishing for nothing more than to just slip into the shadows and hide.
Haldir and Orophin were not about to let that happen, though; they were keeping a close eye on Rúmil. He was given no chance to slip away and all too soon they had reached the lavishly decorated courtyard. Already the area was beginning to fill up and they hurried to find some good seats.
“Over here!” Orophin cried, dragging both brothers to a spot not far from the dais. “We will be able to see and it is near to Rúmil’s meeting point!” He grinned at his brother and Rúmil fought the urge to just run. To say he was dreading midnight was a great understatement.
“Perfect,” Haldir agreed, lightly pushing Rúmil into a chair. “You two get comfortable and I’ll get the drinks!” He hurried off and Rúmil sank into the chair, in a vain attempt to disappear, not even daring to look up and see if Lindir was there yet.
Lindir, however, had been looking for Rúmil almost constantly. He had yet to find him, though he was not too worried – he had already realised that the Lórien Elf was very good at not being seen.
He had no chance to look thoroughly, for it was time to begin and, following the same procedure as the night before, played sedate music until the royal family had entered and given the word for the festival to continue. After that the pace picked up and it was impossible to tell one Elf from another as they whirled around the courtyard. Lindir was quite certain, though, that Rúmil was not amongst the dancing Elves.
Despite the lively atmosphere, the evening dragged for Lindir. He was anxiously awaiting midnight and fearing that at any moment Rúmil would slip away… assuming he was indeed here. He had no idea that for Rúmil, time was slipping by much too fast.
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As midnight approached, Haldir pulled Rúmil from his chair and towards the stone pillar. “Try to look happy, brother and not as though you are being sent out as warg-bait!” he chided gently. “You will have fun!”
“I feel like warg-bait,” Rúmil mumbled, eyeing the dais reluctantly. He had been quite happy to listen to the minstrel’s beautiful music, but meeting him was a little too much.
“He will not eat you alive, Rúmil!” Orophin said with a touch of frustration. “Now smile, that was his last song!”
Indeed, as Orophin spoke, Lindir bowed politely to his audience as they applauded, then made his way off the platform and down into the crowd of Elves.
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“Good luck,” Laeriel had whispered to Lindir as he left to meet Rúmil. Glad of her encouragement, he made his way to the pillar, hoping his efforts hadn’t all been in vain.
To his delight though he saw Rúmil waiting for him, looking nervous but stunning in purple and black. Lindir’s breath caught in his throat – he had thought Rúmil attractive before, but now he was truly breathtaking. He almost missed the presence of Rúmil’s brothers, keeping watch nearby.
“Good evening, Rúmil,” he said softly, smiling at his companion. “I am glad to see you again.”
“Good evening,” Rúmil forced out, after a significant pause. “I am… also… glad.”
The words clearly were not coming easily for Rúmil, but Lindir thought it was a good start. Stepping closer, he cautiously laid a hand on Rúmil’s arm. When his companion did not pull away, he allowed himself to relax a little.
“Shall we go and get a drink?” he asked. “There are some quieter places in the far corner.”
Rúmil nodded wordlessly and Lindir gently pulled him away from the pillar towards the less rowdy areas, glad that Rúmil was co-operating, but wondering what the rest of the night would bring.
END CHAPTER THREE