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Bath Time
Title: Bath Time
Author: janalynn27
Fandom: LOTR
Characters: Rúmil/Lindir
Prompt: 10. Bath
Word Count: 1065
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 Attention Please!
Rúmil looked once more over the table, making sure all was laid out perfectly before quitting the chamber in search of his hervenn (husband). As the chamber door closed, a very determined feline crept out from his hiding place, stalking his way towards the table.
Rúmil’s whiskers twitched and he raised his nose to the air, drinking in the delicious aroma of roasted chicken and other tasty morsels. Hopping up onto a chair, he placed his front paws onto the table and looked at all the tempting foods. Rúmil licked his chops as he reached out and ripped off a chunk of chicken with his teeth, quickly devouring the tender meat. Gingerly jumping up onto the table, he picked his way to the shiny silver covered dish, knowing full well what was hidden beneath its surface. He sat there for a few moments before batting at the lid. When it did not budge he nudged it with his nose, only to hop back at the metal’s coldness upon his nose.
After many attempts to dislodge the lid, Rúmil hopped off the table and onto a chair. Placing his paws once more onto the table, he reached out his paw to push the dish, thinking that if only he could knock it to the floor; he then could get to the contents inside. As the silver dish made its way closer to the edge, Rúmil had to stretch that much farther until he scrabbled for purchase and fell off the chair, causing the dish to teeter and then fall towards the floor. Not knowing the danger he was in, the feline was unable to move out of the way of the heavy silver dish as it crashed to the floor, and soon found himself covered in cream.
Lindir and his hervenn were smiling, walking arm in arm until they heard a crash coming from their chambers, followed by a wailing meow. Worried that Rúmil had gotten hurt, they rushed into the room, only to come up short at the mess that they found. “Ai (Ah)! Rúmil! Look what you have done!” Lindir exclaimed as he shook his head at the feline, looking pitiful with his fur covered by the cream.
“Meow!” Rúmil let out before sulking over to his bed and started desperately licking himself clean.
“Lindir, I suppose you had better take Rúmil into the bathing chamber for a bath before the cream dries onto his fur,” the Marchwarden said as he bent down to clean up the mess.
Lindir sighed, “I am so sorry Rúmil. I do not know why that feline likes to cause me so much trouble. I will give him a bath and come out to help you clean this up.”
Rúmil stood up and wrapped his arm around his mate and gave him a light kiss, “Do not worry meleth (love), it is not all ruined.”
Lindir smiled at his hervenn and then went and retrieved his cat. “You rascal! You are in so much trouble!”
The Marchwarden chuckled at his mate and the exasperated sound in his voice. When Lindir closed the door to the bathing chamber, he continued with his cleaning. A few minutes later, he heard crashes, growls and hisses, and then his hervenn crying out in pain. Worried, Rúmil rushed into the bathing chamber, quickly closing the door else the feline escape.
Lindir held his arm protectively against his chest as he glared at his cat, who was cowering in the corner of the chamber, rumbling out a steady growl. Looking to his mate, he said incredulously, “He scratched me.”
Rúmil shook his head and came forth and took Lindir’s arm to assess the damage. “It is not so bad, could have been worse. Let me bandage this up and then I will show you how to bathe a feline.”
Once Rúmil was done tending to his hervenn’s hurt, he emptied the bathtub and started the tap, making sure the water was only lukewarm. “First off you need to know, most cats do not like water, especially being immersed in it. You will find that a cat will be less apt to fight you, if you do not try to put him into the water, but to run water over him.”
True to his words, Lindir watched as his mate took Rúmil by the ruff of his neck, and set him inside the tub without much fight. Rúmil carefully put the cat under the water and when he was well and truly soaked, he asked Lindir for some shampoo, and proceeded to lather the feline’s fur. After the cat was thoroughly cleaned and rinsed, Lindir stood with a towel and took Rúmil from his mate, holding the shaking feline in his arms. “He is trembling,” Lindir said, almost feeling sorry for his cat but then said, “Do not think that you are getting out of your punishment you little rascal!”
Rúmil chuckled, “I somehow do not think you could find a punishment worse than a bath, meleth nín.”
“Humph, well maybe not, but he is still in trouble!” Lindir said with finality as he went and sat on a chair to towel dry Rúmil.
Rúmil shook as his Master ruffled his fur with the towel, feeling quite sorry for himself. He vowed to himself that he would never try to do anything like that again, not if it led to him getting a bath. Now he would have to think of another way to make it up to his Master. He was not sure that he could procure some more of those red globes for his Master, being banished from the kitchen as he was. He did not know why it was his lot in life to always be in trouble. He truly was not a bad cat, but just seemed to have the worse luck.
Lindir gently rubbed at Rúmil’s fur and sighed as he still felt the feline trembling. “Well that is what you get for getting into things that are not yours. You know that I always give you treats. Hmm…well I think that will be your punishment, no treats for a week.”
Rúmil bowed his head and let his Master finish drying him. He would definitely need to come up with some way to say he was sorry or he was going to be living on cat food for a week, yuck!
TBC
Author: janalynn27
Fandom: LOTR
Characters: Rúmil/Lindir
Prompt: 10. Bath
Word Count: 1065
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 Attention Please!
Rúmil looked once more over the table, making sure all was laid out perfectly before quitting the chamber in search of his hervenn (husband). As the chamber door closed, a very determined feline crept out from his hiding place, stalking his way towards the table.
Rúmil’s whiskers twitched and he raised his nose to the air, drinking in the delicious aroma of roasted chicken and other tasty morsels. Hopping up onto a chair, he placed his front paws onto the table and looked at all the tempting foods. Rúmil licked his chops as he reached out and ripped off a chunk of chicken with his teeth, quickly devouring the tender meat. Gingerly jumping up onto the table, he picked his way to the shiny silver covered dish, knowing full well what was hidden beneath its surface. He sat there for a few moments before batting at the lid. When it did not budge he nudged it with his nose, only to hop back at the metal’s coldness upon his nose.
After many attempts to dislodge the lid, Rúmil hopped off the table and onto a chair. Placing his paws once more onto the table, he reached out his paw to push the dish, thinking that if only he could knock it to the floor; he then could get to the contents inside. As the silver dish made its way closer to the edge, Rúmil had to stretch that much farther until he scrabbled for purchase and fell off the chair, causing the dish to teeter and then fall towards the floor. Not knowing the danger he was in, the feline was unable to move out of the way of the heavy silver dish as it crashed to the floor, and soon found himself covered in cream.
Lindir and his hervenn were smiling, walking arm in arm until they heard a crash coming from their chambers, followed by a wailing meow. Worried that Rúmil had gotten hurt, they rushed into the room, only to come up short at the mess that they found. “Ai (Ah)! Rúmil! Look what you have done!” Lindir exclaimed as he shook his head at the feline, looking pitiful with his fur covered by the cream.
“Meow!” Rúmil let out before sulking over to his bed and started desperately licking himself clean.
“Lindir, I suppose you had better take Rúmil into the bathing chamber for a bath before the cream dries onto his fur,” the Marchwarden said as he bent down to clean up the mess.
Lindir sighed, “I am so sorry Rúmil. I do not know why that feline likes to cause me so much trouble. I will give him a bath and come out to help you clean this up.”
Rúmil stood up and wrapped his arm around his mate and gave him a light kiss, “Do not worry meleth (love), it is not all ruined.”
Lindir smiled at his hervenn and then went and retrieved his cat. “You rascal! You are in so much trouble!”
The Marchwarden chuckled at his mate and the exasperated sound in his voice. When Lindir closed the door to the bathing chamber, he continued with his cleaning. A few minutes later, he heard crashes, growls and hisses, and then his hervenn crying out in pain. Worried, Rúmil rushed into the bathing chamber, quickly closing the door else the feline escape.
Lindir held his arm protectively against his chest as he glared at his cat, who was cowering in the corner of the chamber, rumbling out a steady growl. Looking to his mate, he said incredulously, “He scratched me.”
Rúmil shook his head and came forth and took Lindir’s arm to assess the damage. “It is not so bad, could have been worse. Let me bandage this up and then I will show you how to bathe a feline.”
Once Rúmil was done tending to his hervenn’s hurt, he emptied the bathtub and started the tap, making sure the water was only lukewarm. “First off you need to know, most cats do not like water, especially being immersed in it. You will find that a cat will be less apt to fight you, if you do not try to put him into the water, but to run water over him.”
True to his words, Lindir watched as his mate took Rúmil by the ruff of his neck, and set him inside the tub without much fight. Rúmil carefully put the cat under the water and when he was well and truly soaked, he asked Lindir for some shampoo, and proceeded to lather the feline’s fur. After the cat was thoroughly cleaned and rinsed, Lindir stood with a towel and took Rúmil from his mate, holding the shaking feline in his arms. “He is trembling,” Lindir said, almost feeling sorry for his cat but then said, “Do not think that you are getting out of your punishment you little rascal!”
Rúmil chuckled, “I somehow do not think you could find a punishment worse than a bath, meleth nín.”
“Humph, well maybe not, but he is still in trouble!” Lindir said with finality as he went and sat on a chair to towel dry Rúmil.
Rúmil shook as his Master ruffled his fur with the towel, feeling quite sorry for himself. He vowed to himself that he would never try to do anything like that again, not if it led to him getting a bath. Now he would have to think of another way to make it up to his Master. He was not sure that he could procure some more of those red globes for his Master, being banished from the kitchen as he was. He did not know why it was his lot in life to always be in trouble. He truly was not a bad cat, but just seemed to have the worse luck.
Lindir gently rubbed at Rúmil’s fur and sighed as he still felt the feline trembling. “Well that is what you get for getting into things that are not yours. You know that I always give you treats. Hmm…well I think that will be your punishment, no treats for a week.”
Rúmil bowed his head and let his Master finish drying him. He would definitely need to come up with some way to say he was sorry or he was going to be living on cat food for a week, yuck!
TBC