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Chapter 4
Only a short chapter this time, sorry for that. Thanks for reading and commenting!
Chapter 4
Imladris, the next morning
“They are coming. Arwen is coming!”
Erestor sighed in his morning tea when a guard rushed in to deliver the news. Elrond had told him Arwen was on her way back from Lothlórien, but Erestor had hoped there would still be a few more days of peace and quiet left. Arwen did not require any special attention, but the party thrown in celebration of her return did. It was the only festive thing Elrond felt needed his personal attention and touch. This meant that he had an opinion on everything from the colours of the flowers used to decorate the Hall of Fire to the food items on the menu. His opinion changed several times a day, but Erestor would smile and be pleasant about it like the patient elf that he was. Or sometimes pretended to be. He sighed again, got up from the table and started towards the front entrance.
Arwen had been off on one of her regular visits to her grandmother, Galadriel. How long had it been this time? If Erestor remembered correctly, it was close to 80 years. She had left shortly after her mother’s departure to the West. Staying in one place for a long time was not in Arwen’s nature. She was happy to come home, but soon she could be seen making new plans for travel. Partly because of her restlessness and partly because her grandmother had so much to teach her, Arwen spent a lot of time in the Golden Wood. Whenever the time came for her to return, Galadriel sent her home with her most trusted marchwarden Haldir and five other guards. Some things never changed, thought Erestor when he saw the escort getting closer, Arwen and Haldir in front.
The group rode their horses to the front of the building and Erestor, standing on the steps of the Last Homely House, motioned a few grooms to take the horses and a couple of servants to show the rest of the escort their rooms. Arwen ran up the stairs to give him a hug and Haldir followed. Erestor told Arwen that Elrond was engaged in a negotiation in his study but would see her at lunch. Arwen rushed inside and an army of servants followed her, carrying heavy looking trunks. Erestor guessed Arwen had used the tailors of her grandmother’s court and loads of gold to update her wardrobe. They would soon have to build a new wing to the house to accommodate all of Arwen’s dresses. Smiling, Erestor shook his head slightly and turned back to welcome Haldir.
The marchwarden stood in front of him and Erestor liked what he saw. Haldir was built like Glorfindel, like a warrior. He had broad shoulders, narrow hips, and strong, sinewy arms. His silvery blond hair was braided in one thick plait and it showed his features to his advantage, the full rosy lips, the noble nose and the piercing blue eyes. Even in travel garb –a simple grey tunic and dark grey leggings- he looked edible and Erestor had to keep from licking his lips. He thought it might not look dignified, Elrond’s chief counsellor fighting drool while receiving guests.
“It is good to see you again, Haldir of Lórien. Welcome back to Imladris.”
“The pleasure is all mine. Eleni silir lúmessë omentiemman.” Haldir used an ancient greeting and when his lips lingered on the back of Erestor’s hand an instant longer than was appropriate, Erestor felt that indeed stars were shining on the hour of their meeting -straight from the depths of Haldir’s eyes.
“And when did you become so eloquent, marchwarden? Where is your speak of weapons and wars?” Erestor smiled, starting the familiar, friendly banter. “I cannot remember when I last heard anyone use that salutation. But it is very beautiful and reminds me of old days.”
“The sight of you standing here on the steps would make a lesser elf fall on their knees. It makes me forget the horrors of battle and brings poems to my tongue. I cannot put my finger on it, but somehow you have… changed.”
Erestor felt a blush begin to creep up his cheeks. Haldir was known for his frankness and it should not have affected him in anyway but Haldir’s demeanour seemed too personal, too intimate.
“I think you have just proven my point, meldir.”
Erestor knew Haldir was right. Only a few days ago nothing Haldir could have done, shy of actually tying him down and smearing rouge on his cheeks, would have made him blush like a maiden. Therefore, he chose to ignore Haldir’s last comment. “Shall we?”
They walked in the direction of Haldir’s rooms in silence. Erestor would have liked to describe it as amicable, but could not. He was all too well aware of Haldir’s questioning scrutiny. He felt naked. And if that was not bad enough, after a moment of walking thus he started to like the idea of being naked with Haldir.
He wondered what the marchwarden would be like as a lover. Erestor had heard many stories of the Galadhel and none of them described him as a disappointing experience. Haldir would be demanding, rough even, making sure he got what he wanted but never forgetting his partner. Making use of all his senses, Erestor imagined Haldir in his bed, poised over him. He felt the calloused hands tracing down the smooth skin of his legs. The intoxicating smell of Haldir’s arousal was making him crazy. He realized he wanted Haldir so bad he could taste it.
So lost in thoughts was Erestor, that he almost bumped into Haldir standing in front of the rooms he always occupied. Erestor nonchalantly arranged his robes, trying to hide his erection in the process and gestured towards the door.
“Here we are. If you need anything, please, let me know. I hope your quarters are satisfactory. Enjoy your stay in Imladris.”
“I am certain I shall.”
Erestor turned to leave when Haldir grabbed his arm and spun him around so that he ended up pressed tightly against Haldir’s muscular body. He felt Haldir’s strength and warmth seeping in through his clothes, and had to close his eyes to keep emotions in.
“And I will be happy to make you enjoy my visit too, dear counsellor.”
The next moment Erestor stood alone in the hallway, shivering, and wondered what on Arda had happened. Had Haldir just come on to him? Haldir, whom he had known at least a thousand years? The idea was odd and he would have to think about it some other day, now it was time to get the party preparations under way. Elrond was bound to have the initial plans ready. Erestor turned around and headed for Elrond’s study.
TBC...
Chapter 4
Imladris, the next morning
“They are coming. Arwen is coming!”
Erestor sighed in his morning tea when a guard rushed in to deliver the news. Elrond had told him Arwen was on her way back from Lothlórien, but Erestor had hoped there would still be a few more days of peace and quiet left. Arwen did not require any special attention, but the party thrown in celebration of her return did. It was the only festive thing Elrond felt needed his personal attention and touch. This meant that he had an opinion on everything from the colours of the flowers used to decorate the Hall of Fire to the food items on the menu. His opinion changed several times a day, but Erestor would smile and be pleasant about it like the patient elf that he was. Or sometimes pretended to be. He sighed again, got up from the table and started towards the front entrance.
Arwen had been off on one of her regular visits to her grandmother, Galadriel. How long had it been this time? If Erestor remembered correctly, it was close to 80 years. She had left shortly after her mother’s departure to the West. Staying in one place for a long time was not in Arwen’s nature. She was happy to come home, but soon she could be seen making new plans for travel. Partly because of her restlessness and partly because her grandmother had so much to teach her, Arwen spent a lot of time in the Golden Wood. Whenever the time came for her to return, Galadriel sent her home with her most trusted marchwarden Haldir and five other guards. Some things never changed, thought Erestor when he saw the escort getting closer, Arwen and Haldir in front.
The group rode their horses to the front of the building and Erestor, standing on the steps of the Last Homely House, motioned a few grooms to take the horses and a couple of servants to show the rest of the escort their rooms. Arwen ran up the stairs to give him a hug and Haldir followed. Erestor told Arwen that Elrond was engaged in a negotiation in his study but would see her at lunch. Arwen rushed inside and an army of servants followed her, carrying heavy looking trunks. Erestor guessed Arwen had used the tailors of her grandmother’s court and loads of gold to update her wardrobe. They would soon have to build a new wing to the house to accommodate all of Arwen’s dresses. Smiling, Erestor shook his head slightly and turned back to welcome Haldir.
The marchwarden stood in front of him and Erestor liked what he saw. Haldir was built like Glorfindel, like a warrior. He had broad shoulders, narrow hips, and strong, sinewy arms. His silvery blond hair was braided in one thick plait and it showed his features to his advantage, the full rosy lips, the noble nose and the piercing blue eyes. Even in travel garb –a simple grey tunic and dark grey leggings- he looked edible and Erestor had to keep from licking his lips. He thought it might not look dignified, Elrond’s chief counsellor fighting drool while receiving guests.
“It is good to see you again, Haldir of Lórien. Welcome back to Imladris.”
“The pleasure is all mine. Eleni silir lúmessë omentiemman.” Haldir used an ancient greeting and when his lips lingered on the back of Erestor’s hand an instant longer than was appropriate, Erestor felt that indeed stars were shining on the hour of their meeting -straight from the depths of Haldir’s eyes.
“And when did you become so eloquent, marchwarden? Where is your speak of weapons and wars?” Erestor smiled, starting the familiar, friendly banter. “I cannot remember when I last heard anyone use that salutation. But it is very beautiful and reminds me of old days.”
“The sight of you standing here on the steps would make a lesser elf fall on their knees. It makes me forget the horrors of battle and brings poems to my tongue. I cannot put my finger on it, but somehow you have… changed.”
Erestor felt a blush begin to creep up his cheeks. Haldir was known for his frankness and it should not have affected him in anyway but Haldir’s demeanour seemed too personal, too intimate.
“I think you have just proven my point, meldir.”
Erestor knew Haldir was right. Only a few days ago nothing Haldir could have done, shy of actually tying him down and smearing rouge on his cheeks, would have made him blush like a maiden. Therefore, he chose to ignore Haldir’s last comment. “Shall we?”
They walked in the direction of Haldir’s rooms in silence. Erestor would have liked to describe it as amicable, but could not. He was all too well aware of Haldir’s questioning scrutiny. He felt naked. And if that was not bad enough, after a moment of walking thus he started to like the idea of being naked with Haldir.
He wondered what the marchwarden would be like as a lover. Erestor had heard many stories of the Galadhel and none of them described him as a disappointing experience. Haldir would be demanding, rough even, making sure he got what he wanted but never forgetting his partner. Making use of all his senses, Erestor imagined Haldir in his bed, poised over him. He felt the calloused hands tracing down the smooth skin of his legs. The intoxicating smell of Haldir’s arousal was making him crazy. He realized he wanted Haldir so bad he could taste it.
So lost in thoughts was Erestor, that he almost bumped into Haldir standing in front of the rooms he always occupied. Erestor nonchalantly arranged his robes, trying to hide his erection in the process and gestured towards the door.
“Here we are. If you need anything, please, let me know. I hope your quarters are satisfactory. Enjoy your stay in Imladris.”
“I am certain I shall.”
Erestor turned to leave when Haldir grabbed his arm and spun him around so that he ended up pressed tightly against Haldir’s muscular body. He felt Haldir’s strength and warmth seeping in through his clothes, and had to close his eyes to keep emotions in.
“And I will be happy to make you enjoy my visit too, dear counsellor.”
The next moment Erestor stood alone in the hallway, shivering, and wondered what on Arda had happened. Had Haldir just come on to him? Haldir, whom he had known at least a thousand years? The idea was odd and he would have to think about it some other day, now it was time to get the party preparations under way. Elrond was bound to have the initial plans ready. Erestor turned around and headed for Elrond’s study.
TBC...