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Chapter 31
Disclaimer: Main characters like Elrond, Erestor, blah, blah, so on, etc., aren't mine but J.R.R Tolkien's.
A?N: Okay I know this chapter is pathetic, short, meaningless, lame but bear with me while I get out of this damn writers block. My mojo has gone bojo, my muse had lost it's fuse, reviews are my cure, so review and I'll give you part 32.
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After Elrond had talked to Elrohir and Elladan, the twins had retrieved to their quarters, leaving their father alone to deal with his fiance.
Haldir also didn't linger for a long time as he was eager to see Stinah again, and he just delivered Elrond those secret documents, biding his friend a good night.
Arthon waill ill sitting on the Elrond's chair and he quietly observed the other elf's nervous movements, laughing darkly at his future husband.
Elrond moved himself to his bedroom and he left the divorce documents inside of the drawer of his night stand, deeply sighing when he remembered that still he needed to deal with that cold elf inside of his study.
Elrond reentered his study and he quickly glanced upon the other elf, taking in the other's handsome sprit as he lowered his tired body into the other unoccupied chair.
Arthon noticed Elrond, taking a seat across from him and he regarded other one's tired eyes as they glanced upon him.
"Elrond ?" The other one called his name in question, and Elrond pointed a stare at his fiance.
"What do you want now?" Elrond sighed in frustration, wanting anxiously to be rid of this bothersome elf.
Arthon had awoken those childish feelings he had felt for the other elf years ago, and he wanted to stop them from surfacing out.
"I do not want nothing. Why such enmity, Elrond. I just wanted to ask you where the bathing room is. All that traveling had made me rather dirty and I always take a bath before I take my rest."
Arthon arched his eyebrow as he caught the other elf blushing and Arthon was curious why the other elf was having that expression on his face.
Why did the other feel shy or embarrassed around Arthon? Arthon was puzzled by the other elf's behavior but for the time being he had pushed it from his mind, waiting for the Elrond's reply.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, Arthon, but my nerves are tense these days. The bathing room is right through my bedroom. I can call for my servants if you wish for them to prepare the bath for you."
Elrond said that as he observed Arthon very closely, searching the eyes of the myth Lord. Elrond found some comfortable motion in them and he let his irritable feelings go for a while.
"No, that won't be necessary. I can prepare bath myself. But, what I need is my luggage; that is probably located in the stable boy's room. I would appreciate if somebody would fetch it for me, because I need some clothes to wear around here."
Arthon grinned and he started to get up, but Elrond waved his hand in the silent motion, telling the other one to hear him out.
"Arthon, I don't remember we came to an agreement about you moving in here."
"And I have told you that from now on, this room is mine too. You could do yourself a favor and accept that from now on you have someone living with you in these quarters "Arthon came closer to him and he glared at the other Lord, leaving Elrond dumbfounded from that intimate gaze he received. Arthon stood still beside the Elrond, challenging the other one to respond in negative tone, but Elrond knew better. He knew he shouldn't start another fight with the elf full of arrogance and he lowered his eyes in defeat, cursing himself and his rapid moving heart for surrendering so easily.
"I shall send someone to fetch your things." This was only reply Elrond uttered at that time and Arthon backed up from his stand, leaving confused half-elf to himself.
Elrond couldn't believe how weak he was under that burning gaze and he sighed in relief when the other one left toward his bathroom. Elrond opened the door of his study and he stepped outside, calmly calling the passing servant, and instructing him about Arthon's luggage and where it should be brought.
After he did that, he settled back down on the chair and he inhaled a deep breath through his mouth, relaxing himself from any thoughts that invaded him. In the other room he could hear Arthon moving around and he could hear a water splashing in the bathtub.
He realized that the bedroom doors were slightly ajar and he quickly stood up, closing them tightly and isolating himself from any noise coming from the bathroom.
He was deeply lost somewhere between his thoughts and relaxation and he stayed like that for a half an hour.
The peace he was now seeking and he relished in it for a while, almost forgetting about Arthon who resided in his bathroom.
The sound of the door startled him and he turned to see Arthon standing there with his waist wrapped in the long towel.
Elrond's mouth went dry when he saw Arthon dressed only in a towel and he lost his ability of speech.
Arthon was of course the first one to start speaking and he frowned when he saw shocked Elrond before him.
"Do you have a robe I could borrow, Elrond. I cannot stay all day in this towel." He smirked and Elrond pushed himself from his betraying thoughts, slightly clearing his throat and replying.
"In the closet, inside of my bedroom, you can find the one that fiou.\ou."
His mouth were still dry and his eyes scanned below Arthon's waist, blushing when he realized what he was thinking. He was taken by Arthon's appearance and he realized that the other one was indeed very muscled.
Arthon had a perfect build for a warrior and anyone would drool over his appearance, because as weird as it sounded Arthon looked as the sex on the legs. Arthon nodded and he turned his back, leaving toward the bedroom to find the robe.
Elrond was left again in the study to calm his raged thoughts, while this weird afternoon soon transformed into a long restless night.
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Stinah and Semar walked back in the direction of the Haldir's room and on the way to it they encountered who else but Haldir himself. Haldir wondered where his ex-lover went to and he had began to search for Stinah, praying that his beloved didn't find the other room to stay in.
Stinah saw Haldir first, coming toward them and he quickly whispered something into the Semar's ear, capturing younger elf's lips in the pas passionate kiss.
Haldir stopped himself dead in his tracks when he saw his ex-lover in the passionate display with the other elf, and the fury had begin to rise in him when he saw how much passion that kiss produced.
Semar was surprised when he found himself being kissed, second time today, and participant this time was none other than his best friend.
He saw the REASON why Stinah did this coming toward them, and he started returning the other's kiss with the equal fervor his friend offered to him. Semar slipped his tongue inside of the Stinah's mouth and suddenly as he did that, he found himself being ripped from the Stinah's embrace.
The blow Haldir delivered to his face knocked Semar of his feet and Stinah yelled at Haldir, telling him how stupid it was to do that. Haldir didn't listen and he wanted to punch the younger elf again but Stinah had prevented that from happening.
"What is wrong with you, Haldir? For Valar's sake, calm yourself." He pushed Haldir from Semar and he blocked his fake lover with his body, protecting him from the Haldir's burning fury.
"You, you trollop. "Haldir insulted Stinah." What were you doing kissing that elf? Hah, Hah." The other one questioned Stinah with persistent tone and Stinah's anger fired up, as he started to yell at his ex-lover.
"That is none of your God damn business, Haldir. How dare you attack my lover in such way. Who do you think you are." Stinah hissed and he helped his friend up, raising the dropped bowl of spilled food, that Semar was carrying to Huor's room.
"Yes, it is my business, you whore." Haldir pulled Stinah by the shoulder's and he twisted Stinah's hands behind his back. Stinah was paralyzed and he couldn't defend himself from Haldir's intentions and soon enough he found himself being roughly dragged through the Halls of Imladris, like a heavy plastic doll.
Semar was wondering what he should do. Should he follow them or let those two resolve their problems, they made in the past?
He decided that it was best to stay out of it because he knew Haldir wouldn't hurt his friend in any way.
Semar took the empty bowl with him and he was gone to the kitchens again, telling the cook to refill the other bowl with the food, so he could carry it to his beloved's rooms.
TBC
A?N: Okay I know this chapter is pathetic, short, meaningless, lame but bear with me while I get out of this damn writers block. My mojo has gone bojo, my muse had lost it's fuse, reviews are my cure, so review and I'll give you part 32.
Few Url's:
My site: http://www.angelfire.com/al4/legolas_woods
My Group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/kikislotrslashfics
My LJ: http://www.livejournal.com/users/kikisocrazy
My Original Fic LJ: http://www.livejournal.com/users/kingdomnali
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After Elrond had talked to Elrohir and Elladan, the twins had retrieved to their quarters, leaving their father alone to deal with his fiance.
Haldir also didn't linger for a long time as he was eager to see Stinah again, and he just delivered Elrond those secret documents, biding his friend a good night.
Arthon waill ill sitting on the Elrond's chair and he quietly observed the other elf's nervous movements, laughing darkly at his future husband.
Elrond moved himself to his bedroom and he left the divorce documents inside of the drawer of his night stand, deeply sighing when he remembered that still he needed to deal with that cold elf inside of his study.
Elrond reentered his study and he quickly glanced upon the other elf, taking in the other's handsome sprit as he lowered his tired body into the other unoccupied chair.
Arthon noticed Elrond, taking a seat across from him and he regarded other one's tired eyes as they glanced upon him.
"Elrond ?" The other one called his name in question, and Elrond pointed a stare at his fiance.
"What do you want now?" Elrond sighed in frustration, wanting anxiously to be rid of this bothersome elf.
Arthon had awoken those childish feelings he had felt for the other elf years ago, and he wanted to stop them from surfacing out.
"I do not want nothing. Why such enmity, Elrond. I just wanted to ask you where the bathing room is. All that traveling had made me rather dirty and I always take a bath before I take my rest."
Arthon arched his eyebrow as he caught the other elf blushing and Arthon was curious why the other elf was having that expression on his face.
Why did the other feel shy or embarrassed around Arthon? Arthon was puzzled by the other elf's behavior but for the time being he had pushed it from his mind, waiting for the Elrond's reply.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, Arthon, but my nerves are tense these days. The bathing room is right through my bedroom. I can call for my servants if you wish for them to prepare the bath for you."
Elrond said that as he observed Arthon very closely, searching the eyes of the myth Lord. Elrond found some comfortable motion in them and he let his irritable feelings go for a while.
"No, that won't be necessary. I can prepare bath myself. But, what I need is my luggage; that is probably located in the stable boy's room. I would appreciate if somebody would fetch it for me, because I need some clothes to wear around here."
Arthon grinned and he started to get up, but Elrond waved his hand in the silent motion, telling the other one to hear him out.
"Arthon, I don't remember we came to an agreement about you moving in here."
"And I have told you that from now on, this room is mine too. You could do yourself a favor and accept that from now on you have someone living with you in these quarters "Arthon came closer to him and he glared at the other Lord, leaving Elrond dumbfounded from that intimate gaze he received. Arthon stood still beside the Elrond, challenging the other one to respond in negative tone, but Elrond knew better. He knew he shouldn't start another fight with the elf full of arrogance and he lowered his eyes in defeat, cursing himself and his rapid moving heart for surrendering so easily.
"I shall send someone to fetch your things." This was only reply Elrond uttered at that time and Arthon backed up from his stand, leaving confused half-elf to himself.
Elrond couldn't believe how weak he was under that burning gaze and he sighed in relief when the other one left toward his bathroom. Elrond opened the door of his study and he stepped outside, calmly calling the passing servant, and instructing him about Arthon's luggage and where it should be brought.
After he did that, he settled back down on the chair and he inhaled a deep breath through his mouth, relaxing himself from any thoughts that invaded him. In the other room he could hear Arthon moving around and he could hear a water splashing in the bathtub.
He realized that the bedroom doors were slightly ajar and he quickly stood up, closing them tightly and isolating himself from any noise coming from the bathroom.
He was deeply lost somewhere between his thoughts and relaxation and he stayed like that for a half an hour.
The peace he was now seeking and he relished in it for a while, almost forgetting about Arthon who resided in his bathroom.
The sound of the door startled him and he turned to see Arthon standing there with his waist wrapped in the long towel.
Elrond's mouth went dry when he saw Arthon dressed only in a towel and he lost his ability of speech.
Arthon was of course the first one to start speaking and he frowned when he saw shocked Elrond before him.
"Do you have a robe I could borrow, Elrond. I cannot stay all day in this towel." He smirked and Elrond pushed himself from his betraying thoughts, slightly clearing his throat and replying.
"In the closet, inside of my bedroom, you can find the one that fiou.\ou."
His mouth were still dry and his eyes scanned below Arthon's waist, blushing when he realized what he was thinking. He was taken by Arthon's appearance and he realized that the other one was indeed very muscled.
Arthon had a perfect build for a warrior and anyone would drool over his appearance, because as weird as it sounded Arthon looked as the sex on the legs. Arthon nodded and he turned his back, leaving toward the bedroom to find the robe.
Elrond was left again in the study to calm his raged thoughts, while this weird afternoon soon transformed into a long restless night.
~*~*~*~*
Stinah and Semar walked back in the direction of the Haldir's room and on the way to it they encountered who else but Haldir himself. Haldir wondered where his ex-lover went to and he had began to search for Stinah, praying that his beloved didn't find the other room to stay in.
Stinah saw Haldir first, coming toward them and he quickly whispered something into the Semar's ear, capturing younger elf's lips in the pas passionate kiss.
Haldir stopped himself dead in his tracks when he saw his ex-lover in the passionate display with the other elf, and the fury had begin to rise in him when he saw how much passion that kiss produced.
Semar was surprised when he found himself being kissed, second time today, and participant this time was none other than his best friend.
He saw the REASON why Stinah did this coming toward them, and he started returning the other's kiss with the equal fervor his friend offered to him. Semar slipped his tongue inside of the Stinah's mouth and suddenly as he did that, he found himself being ripped from the Stinah's embrace.
The blow Haldir delivered to his face knocked Semar of his feet and Stinah yelled at Haldir, telling him how stupid it was to do that. Haldir didn't listen and he wanted to punch the younger elf again but Stinah had prevented that from happening.
"What is wrong with you, Haldir? For Valar's sake, calm yourself." He pushed Haldir from Semar and he blocked his fake lover with his body, protecting him from the Haldir's burning fury.
"You, you trollop. "Haldir insulted Stinah." What were you doing kissing that elf? Hah, Hah." The other one questioned Stinah with persistent tone and Stinah's anger fired up, as he started to yell at his ex-lover.
"That is none of your God damn business, Haldir. How dare you attack my lover in such way. Who do you think you are." Stinah hissed and he helped his friend up, raising the dropped bowl of spilled food, that Semar was carrying to Huor's room.
"Yes, it is my business, you whore." Haldir pulled Stinah by the shoulder's and he twisted Stinah's hands behind his back. Stinah was paralyzed and he couldn't defend himself from Haldir's intentions and soon enough he found himself being roughly dragged through the Halls of Imladris, like a heavy plastic doll.
Semar was wondering what he should do. Should he follow them or let those two resolve their problems, they made in the past?
He decided that it was best to stay out of it because he knew Haldir wouldn't hurt his friend in any way.
Semar took the empty bowl with him and he was gone to the kitchens again, telling the cook to refill the other bowl with the food, so he could carry it to his beloved's rooms.
TBC