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Attention Please!
Title: Attention Please!
Author: janalynn27
Fandom: LOTR
Characters: Rúmil/Lindir
Prompt: 17. Jealousy
Word Count: 506
Rating: PG
Warnings: Slash m/m relationship
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made.
Author’s Note: Written for 25fluffyfics and sequel to Forgive Me Please
Rúmil and Lindir were sitting and playing a game of chess, which the Marchwarden was winning, again. Lindir knew very well why he was losing; he was too distracted by his hervenn (husband). Rúmil had only arrived in Imladris barely two weeks ago and with Lindir’s duties and his mate training with the Imladhrim guards, they did not see each other during the day for the most part.
Rúmil covered his smile with his hand, watching Lindir make him move, falling into his trap. In the back of his mind, Rúmil knew that usually the tables would be reversed, but he would take the wins anyway he could get them. He was a Marchwarden of the Golden Wood. It ruffled his ego to have his hervenn beat him in chess all the time. Contemplating his next move, he leaned forward to move his knight when the chess pieces went flying every which way.
Lindir screeched at his cat, who now sat in the middle of the chess board, “Rúmil, bad kitty! Why are you doing this?!?”
Rúmil sat back and started to chuckle as Lindir tried to push the cat off the board, but the feline would have none of it. When the Rúmil’s tail whipped back and forth and he growled at Lindir, he shook his head, “Meleth (Love), I do not think he wants to move.”
Lindir huffed at his mate, “This is not funny Rúmil! I do not know what has gotten into him. First he jumped in the middle of our dinner, which would not have seemed strange had he tried to eat something, but no, all he did was meow and stare at me. Now he is doing the same thing.”
Rúmil sighed as he smiled, “Lindir, I believe he is jealous. Between you working and spending time with me, you have not paid him much attention as of late.”
Lindir blinked as he stared at his cat and then felt ashamed. He should have realized that all Rúmil wanted was some attention. “Oh, I am sorry pen dithen (little one),” the Minstrel said as he scooped up Rúmil and held him, scratching behind the feline’s ear.
Rúmil stood and after picking up the chess pieces said, “Why do you not spend some time with him while I go to the kitchens and see about getting us a snack. I could bring Rúmil back a bowl of cream.”
Lindir nodded, “That is a great idea, hannon le (thank you). I think I will sit out on the patio and brush him while we await your return.”
Rúmil kissed his mate’s cheek before quitting the chamber. After his hervenn was gone, Lindir grabbed a brush and carried Rúmil out to the balcony. Lindir started brushing Rúmil’s golden coat and chuckled when the cat plopped on his back and started to drool, “I take it you like this very much.”
Rúmil stretched his body and looked upside down at his master and purred, ‘It was about time that he got some attention.’
TBC
Author: janalynn27
Fandom: LOTR
Characters: Rúmil/Lindir
Prompt: 17. Jealousy
Word Count: 506
Rating: PG
Warnings: Slash m/m relationship
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made.
Author’s Note: Written for 25fluffyfics and sequel to Forgive Me Please
Rúmil and Lindir were sitting and playing a game of chess, which the Marchwarden was winning, again. Lindir knew very well why he was losing; he was too distracted by his hervenn (husband). Rúmil had only arrived in Imladris barely two weeks ago and with Lindir’s duties and his mate training with the Imladhrim guards, they did not see each other during the day for the most part.
Rúmil covered his smile with his hand, watching Lindir make him move, falling into his trap. In the back of his mind, Rúmil knew that usually the tables would be reversed, but he would take the wins anyway he could get them. He was a Marchwarden of the Golden Wood. It ruffled his ego to have his hervenn beat him in chess all the time. Contemplating his next move, he leaned forward to move his knight when the chess pieces went flying every which way.
Lindir screeched at his cat, who now sat in the middle of the chess board, “Rúmil, bad kitty! Why are you doing this?!?”
Rúmil sat back and started to chuckle as Lindir tried to push the cat off the board, but the feline would have none of it. When the Rúmil’s tail whipped back and forth and he growled at Lindir, he shook his head, “Meleth (Love), I do not think he wants to move.”
Lindir huffed at his mate, “This is not funny Rúmil! I do not know what has gotten into him. First he jumped in the middle of our dinner, which would not have seemed strange had he tried to eat something, but no, all he did was meow and stare at me. Now he is doing the same thing.”
Rúmil sighed as he smiled, “Lindir, I believe he is jealous. Between you working and spending time with me, you have not paid him much attention as of late.”
Lindir blinked as he stared at his cat and then felt ashamed. He should have realized that all Rúmil wanted was some attention. “Oh, I am sorry pen dithen (little one),” the Minstrel said as he scooped up Rúmil and held him, scratching behind the feline’s ear.
Rúmil stood and after picking up the chess pieces said, “Why do you not spend some time with him while I go to the kitchens and see about getting us a snack. I could bring Rúmil back a bowl of cream.”
Lindir nodded, “That is a great idea, hannon le (thank you). I think I will sit out on the patio and brush him while we await your return.”
Rúmil kissed his mate’s cheek before quitting the chamber. After his hervenn was gone, Lindir grabbed a brush and carried Rúmil out to the balcony. Lindir started brushing Rúmil’s golden coat and chuckled when the cat plopped on his back and started to drool, “I take it you like this very much.”
Rúmil stretched his body and looked upside down at his master and purred, ‘It was about time that he got some attention.’
TBC