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Vacation
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
3,176
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Part 4
Okay, so I'm not completely happy with this part but *shrugs* I decided to post it anyway...
Also, I have gotten myself a website to post my fanfiction on, so if interested you can access the site at: www.mypaddedcell.net Personal I think the address name suits me *grins*, although if you want to read recent additions you'll have to scroll down to them as I haven't link each chapter separately...
Part Four…
“I grovel at your feet and beg forgiveness for my heinous crimes.”
Manwë stared disbelievingly at the huddled form of Lórien as he, quite literally, groveled at Glorfindels feet. Sighing heavily hechedched down, grabbed Lórien by the back of his robe and hoisted him back to stand beside him. After glaring darkly at the dramatic little Vala to assure there would be no further outbursts, he redirected his gaze to the three Lords who were staring at them in what could only be described as astonishment.
“My Lords, I beg your forgiveness. My companion…” A stern glare which caused Lórien to shrink into himself, “was dropped on a head as a child… several times it would seem. I assure you no harm was intended when these robes were borrowed. Our own clothing had become soaked in the rain and the maid who showed us to our rooms invited us to make use of the items in the wardrobe. Unfortunately none of the items… ah … fit properly, so Almaravarion went to find me something more suitable until my own clothes dried. Please believe me when I say that I had no intention of keeping them beyond the time it took for my own to dry.”
Silence reigned once more until Elrond rose to his feet and smiled kindly down on his newest guests.
“Quite understandable Poldórion and also quite forgivable. Now that we have that settled perhaps we could all adjourn to the Hall of Fire.”
And with that announcement the roomful of elves, led by Lord Elrond and his sons, began to make their way to the Hall of Fire. Lingering off to the side Manwë fixed Lórien in pace with flashing sliver eyes that were on the verge of spitting fire.
“Just what were you thinking? Are you completely mad? Or perhaps you wished to have us locked up in a dungeon with not only on charges of thievery but for insanity as well? Honestly Lór…”
“Poldórion.”
Halting his scolding Manwë turned to acknowledge Lord Glorfindel’s approach.
“Ah, I believe I shall be heading to join the others for the festivities in the Hall. Please excuse me.”
Manwë watched as Lórien left and shook his head in disbelief before directing his attention away from the blonde fleeing the room to the blonde now standing in front of him and inclined his head.
“Lord Glorfindel.”
“Please, just Glorfindel will be fine. Tell me, is your friend always so… energetic?”
“For the most part yes, but there are moments when he his calmer. Usually when asleep.”
“Ah.” Turing Glorfindel gesturedardsards the double doors leading from the dinning room. “Shall we venture to the Hall, the after dinner merrymaking is very enjoyable.”
“Of course.”
“Poldórion, tell me… do you fight?”
Manwë blinked at the unexpected question. “Fight?”
“You know, spar. With a sword.”
“I do, although I must admit it has been some time since I have wielded a weapon for anything other than exercise and play. Why do you ask?”
“I was wondering if you would perhaps join us tomorrow anoonnoon on the training grounds. We are having a small competition, and I thought that perhaps you and I could cross blades.”
“I would enjoy that very much.”
“Then I shall see you tomorrow afternoon.”
Having reached the Hall of Fire Glorfindel excused himself and went to join a small group of elves seated along the far wall. Smiling cheerfully Manwë quickly scanned the room in search of Lórien, finally locating him beside a tall stone pillar close to the back of the room and slowly made his way over.
“Have a nice chat with Glorfindel?’
“As a matter of fact I did. He invited me to spar with him tomorrow afternoon.”
“Oh, that’s nice. You do realize that he intends to macerate you.”
“It is a friendly sparring match.”
“At which he intends to macerate you. You reme all all those titillating stories we were told, the ones that made you want to visit this place?”
“Of course I remember…
“And do you ever once remember hearing about a match were Glorfindel lost?”
A long pause. “There was that fight with the Balrog.”
This earned him such a dirty look he was forced to smile.
“I meant with another elf.”
“Ah. Then no.”
“Precisely. I hate to break it to you, but with one as large as your self you would present quite the victory… that is provided you show at least some skill on the field.”
“Hmmm…”
“Well? What do you intend to do about it?”
“I intend to show up and participate in a friendly sparring match.”
Lórien was prevented from commenting further as the musicians stopped tuning there instruments and began to play in earnest.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Lórien leaned casually against the pillar and watched the crowd of elves divide their attention between those performing at the front of the room and Manwë standing at the back. True his Lord and friend was a bit of an eye opener, what with his immense height and impressive build and then there was his attractiveness to consider. Turning his head slightly Lórien took a moment to appraise his companion. Although Manwë had never appealed to him in that particular manner he had to admit the Vala was certainly beautiful, if one was interested in big brawny God types with thick luxurious blonde hair, knee melting silver eyes and a chiseled chin. Pausing in his assessment Lórien focused on Manwë’s eyes and the dreamy expression on his face. Well wasn’t this interesting… it seemed the mightiest of the Valar was quickly becoming enamored with a mere elven minstrel. Crossing his arms Lórien leaned back and allowed a small smile to grace his face as he continued to watch both his Lord and the recipient of his infatuation. This trip just kept getting more interesting, now the only question was; what to do about this newest development?
TBC…
Also, I have gotten myself a website to post my fanfiction on, so if interested you can access the site at: www.mypaddedcell.net Personal I think the address name suits me *grins*, although if you want to read recent additions you'll have to scroll down to them as I haven't link each chapter separately...
Part Four…
“I grovel at your feet and beg forgiveness for my heinous crimes.”
Manwë stared disbelievingly at the huddled form of Lórien as he, quite literally, groveled at Glorfindels feet. Sighing heavily hechedched down, grabbed Lórien by the back of his robe and hoisted him back to stand beside him. After glaring darkly at the dramatic little Vala to assure there would be no further outbursts, he redirected his gaze to the three Lords who were staring at them in what could only be described as astonishment.
“My Lords, I beg your forgiveness. My companion…” A stern glare which caused Lórien to shrink into himself, “was dropped on a head as a child… several times it would seem. I assure you no harm was intended when these robes were borrowed. Our own clothing had become soaked in the rain and the maid who showed us to our rooms invited us to make use of the items in the wardrobe. Unfortunately none of the items… ah … fit properly, so Almaravarion went to find me something more suitable until my own clothes dried. Please believe me when I say that I had no intention of keeping them beyond the time it took for my own to dry.”
Silence reigned once more until Elrond rose to his feet and smiled kindly down on his newest guests.
“Quite understandable Poldórion and also quite forgivable. Now that we have that settled perhaps we could all adjourn to the Hall of Fire.”
And with that announcement the roomful of elves, led by Lord Elrond and his sons, began to make their way to the Hall of Fire. Lingering off to the side Manwë fixed Lórien in pace with flashing sliver eyes that were on the verge of spitting fire.
“Just what were you thinking? Are you completely mad? Or perhaps you wished to have us locked up in a dungeon with not only on charges of thievery but for insanity as well? Honestly Lór…”
“Poldórion.”
Halting his scolding Manwë turned to acknowledge Lord Glorfindel’s approach.
“Ah, I believe I shall be heading to join the others for the festivities in the Hall. Please excuse me.”
Manwë watched as Lórien left and shook his head in disbelief before directing his attention away from the blonde fleeing the room to the blonde now standing in front of him and inclined his head.
“Lord Glorfindel.”
“Please, just Glorfindel will be fine. Tell me, is your friend always so… energetic?”
“For the most part yes, but there are moments when he his calmer. Usually when asleep.”
“Ah.” Turing Glorfindel gesturedardsards the double doors leading from the dinning room. “Shall we venture to the Hall, the after dinner merrymaking is very enjoyable.”
“Of course.”
“Poldórion, tell me… do you fight?”
Manwë blinked at the unexpected question. “Fight?”
“You know, spar. With a sword.”
“I do, although I must admit it has been some time since I have wielded a weapon for anything other than exercise and play. Why do you ask?”
“I was wondering if you would perhaps join us tomorrow anoonnoon on the training grounds. We are having a small competition, and I thought that perhaps you and I could cross blades.”
“I would enjoy that very much.”
“Then I shall see you tomorrow afternoon.”
Having reached the Hall of Fire Glorfindel excused himself and went to join a small group of elves seated along the far wall. Smiling cheerfully Manwë quickly scanned the room in search of Lórien, finally locating him beside a tall stone pillar close to the back of the room and slowly made his way over.
“Have a nice chat with Glorfindel?’
“As a matter of fact I did. He invited me to spar with him tomorrow afternoon.”
“Oh, that’s nice. You do realize that he intends to macerate you.”
“It is a friendly sparring match.”
“At which he intends to macerate you. You reme all all those titillating stories we were told, the ones that made you want to visit this place?”
“Of course I remember…
“And do you ever once remember hearing about a match were Glorfindel lost?”
A long pause. “There was that fight with the Balrog.”
This earned him such a dirty look he was forced to smile.
“I meant with another elf.”
“Ah. Then no.”
“Precisely. I hate to break it to you, but with one as large as your self you would present quite the victory… that is provided you show at least some skill on the field.”
“Hmmm…”
“Well? What do you intend to do about it?”
“I intend to show up and participate in a friendly sparring match.”
Lórien was prevented from commenting further as the musicians stopped tuning there instruments and began to play in earnest.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Lórien leaned casually against the pillar and watched the crowd of elves divide their attention between those performing at the front of the room and Manwë standing at the back. True his Lord and friend was a bit of an eye opener, what with his immense height and impressive build and then there was his attractiveness to consider. Turning his head slightly Lórien took a moment to appraise his companion. Although Manwë had never appealed to him in that particular manner he had to admit the Vala was certainly beautiful, if one was interested in big brawny God types with thick luxurious blonde hair, knee melting silver eyes and a chiseled chin. Pausing in his assessment Lórien focused on Manwë’s eyes and the dreamy expression on his face. Well wasn’t this interesting… it seemed the mightiest of the Valar was quickly becoming enamored with a mere elven minstrel. Crossing his arms Lórien leaned back and allowed a small smile to grace his face as he continued to watch both his Lord and the recipient of his infatuation. This trip just kept getting more interesting, now the only question was; what to do about this newest development?
TBC…