My Date with Rumil

I am sorry this is late, but Zee's handwriting was unusually illegible. Not to mention, HalMuse was not helping. If I got it wrong, she will tell me and inform you.

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Note to self: Remind Zee I am NOT a secretary

SnapeBaby.

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The The Date 03 Saturday

Saturday morning came up bright and clear.

And my butt was freezing! I sat up groggily and looked around. My covers had been kicked to the bottom of the bed and my partners of the evening were... were...

Oh man!

My face was red with embarrassment. I had two - count ‘em, ladies - TWO - of the most gorgeous, eligible bachelors in Lothlórien in my bed and I - the infamous Zee - went to sleep before any shenanigans could take place.

Dammit to hell!

"You slept well?"

I looked up towards the friendly voice. Rumil's head was poking around through the doorway and a huge grin split his face. I scrambled self-consciously to the blankets to pull them over my rather scantily clad body. The lacy negligee was not meant to sleep in and it had twisted and contorted to where... well, nothing was covered.

"Yes. I slept as if someone put a sleeping potion in my drink." Potions, I knew all about!

", it, it was not a sleeping potion, but our own brand of magic." The smile grew wider.

Immediately, my chagrin of keeling over in the middle of anything happening lessened. "You put me to sleep? Why?"

Rumil shrugged - so like HalMuse - "You were tired. You have had a difficult week. Your muses are disagreeable at best and we - Orophin and I - think you spend more time keeping them from killing each other than you do being creative."

That might be true, I thought to mf, bf, but a lot of those conflicts have conjured up some pretty radical bunnies! Tel' Lindar. Strokin'. The Grima series. The unposted Fey in the Forest segment. All had been results of noisy threesomes that weren't the naked variety. Granted, there were days I ate a lot of Advil...

The aroma of something sweet assailed my nostrils. My nose immediately lifted up.

The smile was still on the beautiful Elf's face.

"Hungry?"

"Starved."

He strode across the room and pulling me from the bed, kissed me sweetly on the lips. "Well, get yourself dressed in comfortable clothes and come join Orophin and myself."

"Hey!" Orophin was standing in the doorway. "Anything you do, I get to do too! That means I get to kiss her as well!" Attempting to keep the blanket over my chest, I reached out to him. He pulled me into his arms and bussed me soundly on the mouth!

"Do not cover them." he whispered. "Contrary to that ugly rumor bandied about by the Twins' consort, they do NOT resemble saggy water balloons."

They left the room and I began to rummage through my bag.

What had happened to the clothes I had packed......

SnapeBaby. This had his signature all over it.

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I joined Rumil and Orophin at their small table. I was wearing rather tight black jeans and a black tank top. I had left the silver snake armband in my case - oh yeah, no doubt about it, SnapeBaby! Joining them, I took a moment to peruse their living space. A small sitting area, with a nook for a table just large enough for two, so the three of us were quite crowded, but not uncomfortably so. The table had a plate full of steaming honey cakes and a variety of jam that I helped myself to. Orophin was behind what looked like a newspaper.

"Oh Rumil, look!" he exclaimed from behind the Lothlórien Ledger, "they have landed Orcs on Mars."

I dropped the honey cake I was sprng wng with jam. "Say what?" He turned to face me, leaning over so I could read the article - which I couldn't, because it was in Sindarian. There WAS a full color picture however, of what looked like a Uruk-hai and two Orcs standing in front of a space orbitor in a red desert with a flag I did not recognize.

"Orcs on Mars. We have put Orcs on Mars!"

"Great!" Rumil cheered. "Why do we not send them all there?"

"I think that might be the general idea." Orophin retorted drily. "It cannot happen too soon for me." He nodded towards me. "Eat up! It will be an event filled day!"

I had jam dripping off my chin that Rumil seemed amused to dab at. "Weawwy? Wat we doin'?"

It's hard to talk with a honey cake sticking in the back of your throat. (Uh - by the way, it was very good! I don't know which one of them cooks, but I'm going to find out! Maybe, I can get the recipe...SnapeBaby is pretty good in the kitchen)

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Note from SnapeBaby - There are many things I am willing to put up with, but if she thinks I am going to cook then she has another think coming...

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"What are we doing?" Orophin queried. "Oh... should we say, Rumil? Or keep it a secret?"

"Since it is my date... the Rohirrim are having an archery contest and a joust."

"And a fair!" Orophin was gesturing with his honeycake. "Do not forget the fair and the market."

"Ah." I exclaimed. "So I get to go shopping and watch the two of you show off your Elfly prowess."

Rumil laughed. "Yes. And anything you desire to purchase is our treat!"

Yay me!

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I was shocked at how quickly we reached the plains of Rohan. Sometime during the trip, the snake armband materialized on my left arm. I looked everywhere for that Snape - Snake - in - therassrass Muse of mine, but he was nowhere to be seen. Rumil captured my attention by the sight before us.

Spread before us was a vast array of brightly colored tents. I could smell roasting meats, sweet cakes, ale wafting over the huge open field. On a farside, the joust arena was set up and I could see where the archery competition would be staged. There were several actors stages and..

There was a mud pit.

Oooooh. Muddy Elves.... hmmmm

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Plot bunny... OMG! Plot bunny... QUICK! Someone kill it!!!!

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After the brothers had entered the listsrophrophin for archery, Rumil for the joust - we wandered and meandered through the tents of the merchants. They kept insisting I buy ribbons - RIBBONS folks, Why? I finally agreed and bought dark green and electric blue ribbons. Separate, folks - not green and blue together - green ribbons and blue ribbons. (***shudders***)

Rumil bought a beautiful floral crown for me, with long, dark purple ribbons down the back. (Dark purple! My favorite color. Oh love love love Rumil!) It was sooo pretty. I feltl like a fairy tale princess. We made our way down rows and rows of merchants.

I bought soaps. Pretty colorful soaps that smelled like lemons, smelled like the sea (Orophin picked that one out!), smelled like roses, like rain. Silly me wanted oatmeal soap, but no - that did not smell good enough for my Galadhrim Warriors.

Rumil found a parchment tent and before I knew it, I was loaded down with quills, pens, papers, stationary, wax sticks, embellis ofs of all types. Somehow, several romance novels made their way into my shopping bag and three mysteries.

Yay me!

Rumil purchased a letter opener that looked like a medieval dagger. (Maybe they were hoping I would use it on a certain someone...)

We slowly began to wind our way to the joust arena.

"Oh look!" My attention was riveted to the stage. "I know this pe! pe! It's the Atlanta Shakespeare Tavern!" Orophin and Rumil got such a kick out of watching a bunch of men perform ‘Romeo and Juliet' - condensed into 30 minutes for your viewing pleasure (All the boring stuff taken out!)

It was a learning experience.

Funny. Juliet had a strange resemblance to a certain Elf-muse of mine.... and he/she kept scanning the audience and forgetting his/her lines...

Checking the time by the sun, we realized it was time for Orophin's archery competition. I was given a special seat of honor - being an emissary from another world - and when asked sweetly by the beautiful Elf, I bestowed upon him a favor to wear - one of the blubbonbbons that had been bought for me earlier. (So THAT'S why they insisted... okay!)I tied the ribbon around his arm and gave him a sweet kiss. Rumil than sat next to me and held my hand.

Come on, ladies - I can hear you. All together....

AAAAAWWW! How Sweet!

The first competitor against Orophin was an old man. I mean - really old. He had the shakes. He was on a cane. I could have beaten him. Blindfolded. Standing backwards. Well - okay, that'sexagexagtiontion, but still... I felt bad for the man and Orophin did not gloat in his win, but went to him afterwards and congratulated him on being a wonderful competitor.

Orophin quickly went through the rounds, soundly beating each and everyone.

He made it to the final pairing.

Damn, that other archer looks... familiar.

He was tall, with long, dirty hair, a huge hat covering his head and in clothes that did not fit. Orophin shot first and was within a hair of bull's eye. The competitor - I think they said his name was Robin? - pulled up his bow and aimed carefully. Orophin looked very angry, but when Robin - eh? - released the arrow; folks - that is the strangest arrow flight I have ever seen! It went in circles, spun around Robin, spun around the grandstand, flew through the back alley and went into the bul'ls eye - of the target on the end of the field.

Robin - if that is what his name was - did not look too enthralled, but I was happy for Orophin, so Rumil and I did a victory dance. (Go Orophin! Go Orophin!)

I do not know what Orophin won; I did not ask. But as he joined us, he gave me a lovely, deep kiss that left me breathless. (Lots of tongue!)

Oooooo Oral-phin!

Yay me!

We had an hour to kill before Rumil's jousting adventure, so they treated me to a turkey leg (This turkey was huge! That one leg fed the three of us!)and Corn on a stick! (Well - that's what they called it!)

There was a very upsetting incident during our meal. A rather gaudily - dressed woman in BRIGHT (as in neon, glow in the dark, couldn't miss those lips for a mile, British Red Coat Red) red lipstick, jumped in Orophin's lap and just lavished him with kisses. He and Rumil finally paid her to go away, but I noticed the strangely familiar competitor, standing in an alley, watching with amusement. Suddenly, it hit me...

HalMuse. And that wild errant arrow was SnapeBaby's doing.

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Note to self. When I return home, remind me to kill the one muse and screw the other one crazy!

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As soon as the vile woman left - stuffing her ill-gotten gains into her rather dismally flat spice rack - I took several napkins and taking Orophin and Rumil behind the tents, I dipped them into a glass of ice water, and cleaned Orophin's face for him.

I was in his lap as I did it, squirming as for some reason, he kept poking my rear, and kissing me when I had removed a print.

Rumil was not helping the situation one bit. He kept licking my ear and caressing my neck. I had to remind them that we WERE in a public place and once I got Orophin's face cleaned, we got our clothing straightened and two certain Elves and one woman got calmed down, we went to the jousting tournament.

I won't bore you with the details. I, again, was given a lovely shaded box. I tied a green ribbon around Rumil's arm and after giving him a kiss, he rode off and won.

Go Rumil!

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We arrived back at the talan, exhausted and tired. Rumil had a wooden tub brought into the bedroom and I bathed in foamy bubbles and my sea soap. I found a tunic - Orophin or Rumil's - I don't know which - on the bed and I put it on. It was soft and comfortable and when I went into the living area, I cuddled up with the two Elves, intent on reading one of my books.

They insisted I read aloud from one of the romance novels. They even had the book and passage picked out.

It was very steamy.

Very.

I mean... really juicy.

And wet.

And hot.

Orophin's mouth found his way to my neck, his arm around my waist. Rumil took the book from me as his mouth reached fore. He. His tongue was honey-laced, searching and I opened for him readily. His hand slid up my leg and caressed a bare hip. (I said tunic - they left a tunic! Nothing else!) My hands went around both of their waists as they each took possession of my ears. Within seconds, I was squirming, desiring to touch, to be touched, as they took turns playing and stroking my hands, my arms, my neck, my back, my legs, my hips...

Just as I was ready to scream in frustration and tear anything resembling clothing off, they whispered sweet words in my ears...

And I went to sleep.

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HalMuse sat in the tree, scowling. He had paid that silly wench to embarrass his brother - and it didn't work. If anything, it amused Zee and he was afraid she had recognized him.

"That was again, a disgusting display of emotion, you silly Elf!" The silky voice was to his right.

"You messed up my arrow. I would have won and you messed up my arrow!"

"My pleasure."

HalMuse looked over at the Wizard sitting out of arms reach. "Whose side are you on, anyway?"

"Side? I am not on anybody's side. I told you; I am going to ensure Zee has a wonderful, memorable weekend. Even if it means spiting you!"

HalMuse flipped him a bird.

SnapeBaby chuckled.

And they spent the night in the tree....

TBC