Sinful Fantasies: Musings of an Elf-Knight
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
6,414
Reviews:
15
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
6,414
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Wicked Action
Review:
Sam611: He is? Are you sure?
Ertia: I needed a bad guy and since I had something planned for Orophin I needed to find an explanation for it. But perhaps Glorfindel will change in good time? –giggle- But I’m glad you liked the fantasy
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~Chapter three: Wicked Action~
“RUMIL! No!!!!”
The scream could be heard all throughout the Last Homely House, as well as the splendid Rivendell gardens.
Orophin’s head shot up as his little brother’s name was called, he looked to this company and kissed him, slightly shocked with himself for it, and stood immediately, “I need to go…to see what’s wrong, I’ve been uncaring towards them for far too long…”
The black-haired elf grinned, “Go shock them tiger, we’ll continue this later, I will be in the public bathing area”
Orophin smiled before he ran off, trying to locate where the scream had come from.
Legolas ran up to Haldir, freezing in his steps as he saw what Haldir had seen and immediately turned his head away, his eyes filling with tears. Elrohir saw this and softly wrapped his arms around Legolas, peeking over his shoulder to see what it was he had seen and turned white at the sight.
There lay Rumil, Glorfindel having just risen from on top of the smaller elf cuts upon his face and his arms, but no more than that. It was Rumil that was hurt the most, lying in a small pool of his own blood, upon his stomach, having fallen through the glass doors with his front, his leggings and tunics torn at places where cuts could be seen from the glass…But the blood…So disturbing…He lay there unmoving.
Elladan was the last to come in, him being the fighter while ‘Ro was more the scholar and healer like their father, he looked at his brother, “Do something!”
Elrohir moved Legolas into Elladan’s arms and slowly moved to Rumil, kneeling beside him without paying any attention to the Balrog-slayer, “Rumil…Rumil can you hear me?” But no sound came from the youngest marchwarden, and everything surrounding them seemed drenched in the same silence.
This silence was disturbed by Orophin rushing in, crashing into Haldir who lost his balanced and only just managed to put out his hands to stop him from truly falling, standing again he glared at his brother, “Couldn’t you be more careful Orophin? What do you want?”
Orophin mumbled what could be understood as an apology and visibly paled when he saw Rumil lying there, the pool of blood surrounding him, “W-what happened to him?” No sooner the question was asked when his eyes caught sight of Glorfindel with several cuts in his arms and face, the conclusion was easily drawn from it. Before anyone could stop him he ran to the elf and knocked him to the floor, “That is the last time you’ve hurt my little brother. I do not want to see you near him ever again, do you understand? Now get out so that they can tend to my brother!”
The Balrog-slayer stared up at Orophin in shock, but decided to take his chance and leave, lord Elrond would be there soon and he couldn’t give a suitable explanation for it yet, he’d have to think. Where was Erestor? With a grin he left the room.
Haldir stared in confusion at Orophin, approaching him he spoke softly, “Who are you and what have you done to my brother?”
Orophin looked at Haldir and smiled, “We’ll have that talk later, I have to make sure Rumil’s okay first” With extreme gentleness he picked his brother up and began carrying him to the healingwing in great speed, the three lovers and Haldir following swiftly.
When Rumil was laid down upon one of the beds healers came from all sides and soon even lord Elrond was there, working hard to stabilize Rumil’s situation. After what seemed like an eternity but was truly not more than an hour they moved away from Rumil who was pale from the loss of blood but conscious now.
Orophin knelt next to the bed, taking Rumil’s hand in his, “We will make him pay little brother, I promise you, he will not get away with hurting you again”
Rumil’s eyes grew wide as he regarded his older brother that had not shown such care to him in ages time…What was this? A dream?
Orophin stood then, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “We’ll talk about this later, there’s someone I need to see now first” Turning around he looked at the twins and Legolas, “I would like it if you would accompany me and my brothers later this evening in the great hall, we need to have a talk about something” He smiled again and went off in search for his mystery elf.
The twins, Legolas, Haldir and even Rumil looked at each other with confusion, ‘Did someone hit him on the head?’
TBC…
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There's more waiting around, begging to be posted :p
Sam611: He is? Are you sure?
Ertia: I needed a bad guy and since I had something planned for Orophin I needed to find an explanation for it. But perhaps Glorfindel will change in good time? –giggle- But I’m glad you liked the fantasy
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~Chapter three: Wicked Action~
“RUMIL! No!!!!”
The scream could be heard all throughout the Last Homely House, as well as the splendid Rivendell gardens.
Orophin’s head shot up as his little brother’s name was called, he looked to this company and kissed him, slightly shocked with himself for it, and stood immediately, “I need to go…to see what’s wrong, I’ve been uncaring towards them for far too long…”
The black-haired elf grinned, “Go shock them tiger, we’ll continue this later, I will be in the public bathing area”
Orophin smiled before he ran off, trying to locate where the scream had come from.
Legolas ran up to Haldir, freezing in his steps as he saw what Haldir had seen and immediately turned his head away, his eyes filling with tears. Elrohir saw this and softly wrapped his arms around Legolas, peeking over his shoulder to see what it was he had seen and turned white at the sight.
There lay Rumil, Glorfindel having just risen from on top of the smaller elf cuts upon his face and his arms, but no more than that. It was Rumil that was hurt the most, lying in a small pool of his own blood, upon his stomach, having fallen through the glass doors with his front, his leggings and tunics torn at places where cuts could be seen from the glass…But the blood…So disturbing…He lay there unmoving.
Elladan was the last to come in, him being the fighter while ‘Ro was more the scholar and healer like their father, he looked at his brother, “Do something!”
Elrohir moved Legolas into Elladan’s arms and slowly moved to Rumil, kneeling beside him without paying any attention to the Balrog-slayer, “Rumil…Rumil can you hear me?” But no sound came from the youngest marchwarden, and everything surrounding them seemed drenched in the same silence.
This silence was disturbed by Orophin rushing in, crashing into Haldir who lost his balanced and only just managed to put out his hands to stop him from truly falling, standing again he glared at his brother, “Couldn’t you be more careful Orophin? What do you want?”
Orophin mumbled what could be understood as an apology and visibly paled when he saw Rumil lying there, the pool of blood surrounding him, “W-what happened to him?” No sooner the question was asked when his eyes caught sight of Glorfindel with several cuts in his arms and face, the conclusion was easily drawn from it. Before anyone could stop him he ran to the elf and knocked him to the floor, “That is the last time you’ve hurt my little brother. I do not want to see you near him ever again, do you understand? Now get out so that they can tend to my brother!”
The Balrog-slayer stared up at Orophin in shock, but decided to take his chance and leave, lord Elrond would be there soon and he couldn’t give a suitable explanation for it yet, he’d have to think. Where was Erestor? With a grin he left the room.
Haldir stared in confusion at Orophin, approaching him he spoke softly, “Who are you and what have you done to my brother?”
Orophin looked at Haldir and smiled, “We’ll have that talk later, I have to make sure Rumil’s okay first” With extreme gentleness he picked his brother up and began carrying him to the healingwing in great speed, the three lovers and Haldir following swiftly.
When Rumil was laid down upon one of the beds healers came from all sides and soon even lord Elrond was there, working hard to stabilize Rumil’s situation. After what seemed like an eternity but was truly not more than an hour they moved away from Rumil who was pale from the loss of blood but conscious now.
Orophin knelt next to the bed, taking Rumil’s hand in his, “We will make him pay little brother, I promise you, he will not get away with hurting you again”
Rumil’s eyes grew wide as he regarded his older brother that had not shown such care to him in ages time…What was this? A dream?
Orophin stood then, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “We’ll talk about this later, there’s someone I need to see now first” Turning around he looked at the twins and Legolas, “I would like it if you would accompany me and my brothers later this evening in the great hall, we need to have a talk about something” He smiled again and went off in search for his mystery elf.
The twins, Legolas, Haldir and even Rumil looked at each other with confusion, ‘Did someone hit him on the head?’
TBC…
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There's more waiting around, begging to be posted :p