House of the Golden Flower
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+First Age › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
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Part III: Chapter Four
“Tuor, you fool!” Idril screeched as Tuor thundered past, passing very near to her, startling her mount.
But she was smiling.
It was a lovely day, and we had gone out riding on the plains of Tumladen, enjoying the crisp fall wind that whipped at our hair. From the first, Tuor had been at the mercy of Idril’s affections, as even had I. But I might dare to tease her, and he was more daring than I. He seemed to know when he pushed his limits, yet at the same time, it seemed that to Idril, he could never reach them. We all had grown to love him. He had been here for but a turning of the seasons, and it felt as if he had been here all along.
He was like unto the brother I had never had. Ecthlelion was my dearly beloved teacher and playmate, but Tuor surpassed him in the nearness to my heart. His step had grown lighter, his look less grieved, since he had come; as if some great healing had taken place here. He was not the only one who glowed brighter, however.
Idril had never been so happy in all the time I had seen her. She was beginning to know the greatest joy of her long life.
Laughing, she spurred her horse, catching even with him ahead. They beat each other with twigs, dropping the reigns, laughing profusely. Their joy was contagious, but I felt as if I were an extra wheel on a fast cart. Nowhere to go, yet unable to leave. It was disconcerting, but if they were to notice me, all would be well again.
They had a tendency to do that, forget that I was there.
It wasn’t like the deep, fiery love I had for Turgon that encompassed my soul. It was something else, the love between a man and a woman. I could watch them, or I could simply ride away quietly and find the one to whom my life was devoted.
I chose the latter.
I found him alone in his office, parchments before him, a quill in his hand, perusing matters of state. He was gazing out the window at the sky, lost in a daydream. I brushed past his desk, and seated myself in his lap, treating him to some unexpected attention. He murmured appreciation, something akin to “What has gotten into you?” And I proceeded to attemt to smother him.
Why watch Idril and Tuor flirt and play and never get around to kissing, when I could go straight home and get what I wanted immediately?
Life in the Hidden City was good. It had to be, you see. There was so little time left for us.
But she was smiling.
It was a lovely day, and we had gone out riding on the plains of Tumladen, enjoying the crisp fall wind that whipped at our hair. From the first, Tuor had been at the mercy of Idril’s affections, as even had I. But I might dare to tease her, and he was more daring than I. He seemed to know when he pushed his limits, yet at the same time, it seemed that to Idril, he could never reach them. We all had grown to love him. He had been here for but a turning of the seasons, and it felt as if he had been here all along.
He was like unto the brother I had never had. Ecthlelion was my dearly beloved teacher and playmate, but Tuor surpassed him in the nearness to my heart. His step had grown lighter, his look less grieved, since he had come; as if some great healing had taken place here. He was not the only one who glowed brighter, however.
Idril had never been so happy in all the time I had seen her. She was beginning to know the greatest joy of her long life.
Laughing, she spurred her horse, catching even with him ahead. They beat each other with twigs, dropping the reigns, laughing profusely. Their joy was contagious, but I felt as if I were an extra wheel on a fast cart. Nowhere to go, yet unable to leave. It was disconcerting, but if they were to notice me, all would be well again.
They had a tendency to do that, forget that I was there.
It wasn’t like the deep, fiery love I had for Turgon that encompassed my soul. It was something else, the love between a man and a woman. I could watch them, or I could simply ride away quietly and find the one to whom my life was devoted.
I chose the latter.
I found him alone in his office, parchments before him, a quill in his hand, perusing matters of state. He was gazing out the window at the sky, lost in a daydream. I brushed past his desk, and seated myself in his lap, treating him to some unexpected attention. He murmured appreciation, something akin to “What has gotten into you?” And I proceeded to attemt to smother him.
Why watch Idril and Tuor flirt and play and never get around to kissing, when I could go straight home and get what I wanted immediately?
Life in the Hidden City was good. It had to be, you see. There was so little time left for us.