Orchids in 'Lorien
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Adult ++
Chapters:
20
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61
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Arrival
Night was falling as the `Lorien Elves approached Rivendell. The subtle glow of the setting sun accentuated the beautiful architecture of the city. Magnificent white buildings surrounded by
already lit lanterns and colorful, blooming trees made it appear like some sort of paradise. Haldir and Rúmil, who had never been outside the borders of their homeland, gasped in awe of the site that was no more or less stunning than that of Lothlórien, but completely different in its style. Seated proudly upon a snowy white horse, the Elf-lord continued to lead the way towards the House of Elrond, his two guards follo sil silently behind.
Once they arrived, the guests were attended to by a group of servants. Their horses were led to the stable, and the Silvan Elves were shown to their rooms to unpack before meeting with Elrond.
Rúmil was relieved that he wouldn't be sharing a room with his brother; he didn't need Haldir inquiring as to his whereabouts… if his plan for the night were to work out. He grinned and blushed at the memory of the night they spent with Celeborn.
***
"Welcome, my dear old friend!" Elrond exclaimed, and the two Lords wrapped their arms around each other in a warm embrace. Elrond was dressed in deep, forest green and his forehead was adorned with a mithril circlet. "It's been too long…" There was an unmistakable
spark of jealousy, which no one noticed, in the eyes of Celeborn's young guard. Rúmil wondered just how good of friends the two lords were.
"How to you like Rivendell?" Elrond asked the guards.
"It is enchanting, to say the least," Haldir answered, never taking his eyes off of the tall, blond Elf standing next to Elrond. Glorfindel noticed and smiled the most charming smile the Marchwarden had ever seen. He felt like an Elfling standing face to face with his first crush; he could feel his cheeks burning, embarrassed that he had been caught staring.
Elrond turned to seek the source of Haldir's wonder. "Oh, pardon my manners, I have not yet introduced you to Lord Glorfindel." The guards bowed courteously. "This is Haldir and Rúmil. They are guardians of the Lórien borders."
"Nice to meet you." Glorfindel's bright eyes returned Haldir's gaze.
***
Rúmil slumped down on the bed, angry that he wasn't able to join the Elf-lords for "tea." It wasn't the fact that he had not been invited that upset him so, for he understood that he was too low of status for anyone to care about his presence. What did disturb him, though, was his suspicions that Celeborn and Elrond were more than just friends; he worried that the Lord of Ló wou would not return to his sleeping chamber for the night.
He knew that the feelings he was developing would only hurt him in the end. Celeborn was married. They could never be anything more than secret lovers, but for now that would do. He wondered if Celeborn would be willing to share his bed with him, even if he did come back. But Rúmil was not one to lose hope easily. After pondering over the situation for a few minutes he rose from the mattress and headed out of his room and towards Celeborn's.
A few candles provided enough light within the room to allow the Guardian to see where he was going. He swallowed hard when he found what he was looking for: Celeborn's bed. What would happen if the Lord were to be displeased by his presence there? Still determined to follow through with his plan, the young Elf began to undress before getting under the covers.
He had just begun to unbraid his hair when Celeborn walked in. Rúmil didn't say anything, and the Elf-lord didn't notice he was even there. He watched as Celeborn proceeded to disrobe as well, the candlelight warming the Lord's exposed skin.
Only when he began to climb onto the bed did Celeborn notice the intruder.. He recognized the Elf immediately by his deep, honey- colored hair. "Rúmil?" he rasped. The guard nodded timidly. "What are you doing here?"
"I will leave, if I am not welcome…"
"No… you may stay, if you wish."
ouldould you like me to stay?"
As an answer, Celeborn leaned in to kiss Rúmil, resting a hand on the guard's shoulder. Rúmil responded wantonly, the Elves devouring each other's mouths until they gasped for breath. Judging from the passionate kiss, Celeborn began to suspect that Rúmil's feelings for
him ran deeper than pure lust. He could not go through with this and end up breaking the young Elf's heart. The Lord squeezed the shoulder on which his hand was resting, and looked into eyes that reflected a candle burning in the distance, "I cannot do this."
"Why not?" the Guardian's voice didn't hide his worry and fear.
"You ask for something I cannot offer you. My heart is not free to give… I do not want to hurt you."
"I am aware of this fact, and have accepted it already. I only ask for this one night, nothing more." Rúmil spoke the truth, although he knew that it would not be easy forget his feelings.
"Are you sure that is what you want?"
"Aye," the guard sighed as he caught Celeborn's unsuspecting lips in another kiss. He wrapped his arms around Celeborn and laid back, pulling the Elf-lord on top of himself. Tonight HE would be on the receiving end…
Tbc…
already lit lanterns and colorful, blooming trees made it appear like some sort of paradise. Haldir and Rúmil, who had never been outside the borders of their homeland, gasped in awe of the site that was no more or less stunning than that of Lothlórien, but completely different in its style. Seated proudly upon a snowy white horse, the Elf-lord continued to lead the way towards the House of Elrond, his two guards follo sil silently behind.
Once they arrived, the guests were attended to by a group of servants. Their horses were led to the stable, and the Silvan Elves were shown to their rooms to unpack before meeting with Elrond.
Rúmil was relieved that he wouldn't be sharing a room with his brother; he didn't need Haldir inquiring as to his whereabouts… if his plan for the night were to work out. He grinned and blushed at the memory of the night they spent with Celeborn.
***
"Welcome, my dear old friend!" Elrond exclaimed, and the two Lords wrapped their arms around each other in a warm embrace. Elrond was dressed in deep, forest green and his forehead was adorned with a mithril circlet. "It's been too long…" There was an unmistakable
spark of jealousy, which no one noticed, in the eyes of Celeborn's young guard. Rúmil wondered just how good of friends the two lords were.
"How to you like Rivendell?" Elrond asked the guards.
"It is enchanting, to say the least," Haldir answered, never taking his eyes off of the tall, blond Elf standing next to Elrond. Glorfindel noticed and smiled the most charming smile the Marchwarden had ever seen. He felt like an Elfling standing face to face with his first crush; he could feel his cheeks burning, embarrassed that he had been caught staring.
Elrond turned to seek the source of Haldir's wonder. "Oh, pardon my manners, I have not yet introduced you to Lord Glorfindel." The guards bowed courteously. "This is Haldir and Rúmil. They are guardians of the Lórien borders."
"Nice to meet you." Glorfindel's bright eyes returned Haldir's gaze.
***
Rúmil slumped down on the bed, angry that he wasn't able to join the Elf-lords for "tea." It wasn't the fact that he had not been invited that upset him so, for he understood that he was too low of status for anyone to care about his presence. What did disturb him, though, was his suspicions that Celeborn and Elrond were more than just friends; he worried that the Lord of Ló wou would not return to his sleeping chamber for the night.
He knew that the feelings he was developing would only hurt him in the end. Celeborn was married. They could never be anything more than secret lovers, but for now that would do. He wondered if Celeborn would be willing to share his bed with him, even if he did come back. But Rúmil was not one to lose hope easily. After pondering over the situation for a few minutes he rose from the mattress and headed out of his room and towards Celeborn's.
A few candles provided enough light within the room to allow the Guardian to see where he was going. He swallowed hard when he found what he was looking for: Celeborn's bed. What would happen if the Lord were to be displeased by his presence there? Still determined to follow through with his plan, the young Elf began to undress before getting under the covers.
He had just begun to unbraid his hair when Celeborn walked in. Rúmil didn't say anything, and the Elf-lord didn't notice he was even there. He watched as Celeborn proceeded to disrobe as well, the candlelight warming the Lord's exposed skin.
Only when he began to climb onto the bed did Celeborn notice the intruder.. He recognized the Elf immediately by his deep, honey- colored hair. "Rúmil?" he rasped. The guard nodded timidly. "What are you doing here?"
"I will leave, if I am not welcome…"
"No… you may stay, if you wish."
ouldould you like me to stay?"
As an answer, Celeborn leaned in to kiss Rúmil, resting a hand on the guard's shoulder. Rúmil responded wantonly, the Elves devouring each other's mouths until they gasped for breath. Judging from the passionate kiss, Celeborn began to suspect that Rúmil's feelings for
him ran deeper than pure lust. He could not go through with this and end up breaking the young Elf's heart. The Lord squeezed the shoulder on which his hand was resting, and looked into eyes that reflected a candle burning in the distance, "I cannot do this."
"Why not?" the Guardian's voice didn't hide his worry and fear.
"You ask for something I cannot offer you. My heart is not free to give… I do not want to hurt you."
"I am aware of this fact, and have accepted it already. I only ask for this one night, nothing more." Rúmil spoke the truth, although he knew that it would not be easy forget his feelings.
"Are you sure that is what you want?"
"Aye," the guard sighed as he caught Celeborn's unsuspecting lips in another kiss. He wrapped his arms around Celeborn and laid back, pulling the Elf-lord on top of himself. Tonight HE would be on the receiving end…
Tbc…