Blood Thorns
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,511
Reviews:
10
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.
Flagrant Disregard of Stubborn Pride
Disclaimer: I own the giant, hideous mini-Koi, a possible spy, two pycho kitties, a lollypop and JRR owns the good stuff!!
A/N:
**This in mind speech**
‘’This is visions’’
“”This is thoughts “”
To my Lovely Readers and Reviewers: THANK YOU!!
Flagrant Disregard of Stubborn Pride
The scratching was going to drive her into the hands of Mandos, if the damnable elf would not stop his blasted scribbling! How much longer could that annoying warrior sit there and do whatever it was that he was doing? Kestrel did not know which was worse, that she could only hear what he was doing or that he was staying so silent. Fidgeting again, the elleth fought the urge to turn around and glare at the elf, who had happily taken up residence by her fireplace. She had no idea exactly how long the warrior had been there, but by the feel of her numb butt it had to be a few hours at least. She wished he would leave so she could get up and stretch, but pride kept her eyes firmly fixed on the very boring gray wall in front of her.
Glorfindel tossed another amused look at the thoroughly annoyed elleth, who was still stubbornly staring at the wall. He had to give her credit for sheer tenacity. They had been sitting in the overwhelming silence for nearly four hours and she was just now starting to get excessively restless. The restlessness had started with a tiny shifting motion of her legs, and then it had progressed over the last hour to the gradual shifting of her whole body. The seneschal figured it would not be much longer, before she gave in to the curiosity and tried to find out what he was doing. Putting a little more shading into the picture he was drawing of the dismal room, Glorfindel smirked in triumph as the elleth swung around to face him and sent a heated glare his way. Blandly looking up to meet the fiery gaze, the warrior nodded once at the elleth and returned his eyes to the picture.
Kestrel opened and closed her mouth several times in shock. She finally acknowledged his presence and all he did was nod!! That elf had been insulting and Kestrel had had quite enough of his antics! Standing up with some difficulty, the now enraged female stormed over to the drawing elf with only a slight limp. Reaching Glorfindel’s spot by the fire, Kestrel glared down at him with her hands on her hips and a foot that tapped out a nasty rhythm in her anger. She did not know which would be better to do, hit him over the head with his sketch book or throw him into the wall. Both options sounded pretty good to the irate elleth, but she refrained from actually trying either. The warrior was much taller and stronger, so she would not stand a chance in a physical fight. Common sense flew out the window, when the ellon stared up at her with twinkling blue eyes and cocked an inquiring eyebrow in her direction.
Stupidity suddenly inhabited the elleth’s, now less then intelligent, brain and made a mockery of her precious self control. Grabbing the pad from his hands with a vicious jerk, Kestrel bared her teeth at Glorfindel as she chucked his book towards the wooden door. Stamping her foot angrily, she leaned over and poked the elf in the center of his muscular chest, and then she turned and pointed forcefully towards the door. Her eyes turned nearly black in her fury, as the delighted laugh Glorfindel let out, echoed around the room. Kestrel could not believe the nerve of the elf! The stupid ellon could not take a hint when it hit him in the chest!! Muttering wordlessly, while gesturing wildly with her hands, kestrel kept glaring at the seneschal before shaking her head in disgust. The elleth began to pace violently back and forth between the hearth, the door, the bed and back to the hearth to start all over again.
The frazzled female was so worked up, that Glorfindel was afraid she was going to try and do bodily harm to him; not that she would get much of a chance. He was rather surprised at the depth of her temper, but was amused that the small female would actually demand his immediate departure; even if it was silently done. The seneschal was sure she would break her silence, but she had just enough self control, it seemed, not to utter a single sound. That was pure stubbornness on her part, but Glorfindel did not think that would last much longer. Walking purposefully over to the door, the warrior picked up his sketch pad and walked back over to where he had been sitting, as the elleth watched with blazing eyes. Dropping the pad next to his supply of charcoal, a very amused Glorfindel turned and stalked over to the prisoner. With a confident stride that had Kestrel backing up a couple paces, the ellon frowned down at the small elleth, “I do not tolerate rude behavior from anyone, especially uncooperative elflings, such as yourself! You will tell me your name right now or I will put you over my knee and treat you like the elfling you are acting like at the moment!”
The menace in his tone made Kestrel realize she had pushed him a bit too far and the damned warrior meant every word he spoke. With a sigh, the elleth ran her options through her head and came to a very hard decision. Walking over to where the ellon had dropped the sketch pad, Kestrel reached down grasping both the pad and a piece of charcoal, before turning back to Glorfindel with a nasty looking frown. Stalking back to the thoroughly irritating warrior with a unrestrained and decidedly petulant snarl on her lips. The irate female walked around behind the seneschal and leaned the pad against his back, while she scribbled on it. When she was done, the elleth slapped both pieces into his hand and stormed over to her bed flopping down upon it; face first.
Glorfindel blinked in startled surprise at the female’s weird antics. The sudden change in attitude told him, that he had pushed her to the limits of her endurance for the day and it was time to let her stew in her own thoughts for awhile. Looking down he was pleased to see in scrawling feminine script the words, My name is Kestrel, but I still will not speak to you, so be gone spawn of Morgoth! A small smile creeped across his handsome face at the brashness of her reply, thinking this very small but hard won, victory was enough for the day the seneschal placed the pad back next to the charcoal on the floor and walked sedately to the wooden door. Upon reaching the door, he knocked lightly and bade the guards to open. As he made to step through the door he called out softly to the figure lying prone on the bed, “Good evening Kestrel, I hope you will sleep well. I will see you on the morrow and I will expect more cooperation then I have gotten so far.”
A pillow thrown at his head was Glorfindel’s only answer!
A/N:
**This in mind speech**
‘’This is visions’’
“”This is thoughts “”
To my Lovely Readers and Reviewers: THANK YOU!!
Flagrant Disregard of Stubborn Pride
The scratching was going to drive her into the hands of Mandos, if the damnable elf would not stop his blasted scribbling! How much longer could that annoying warrior sit there and do whatever it was that he was doing? Kestrel did not know which was worse, that she could only hear what he was doing or that he was staying so silent. Fidgeting again, the elleth fought the urge to turn around and glare at the elf, who had happily taken up residence by her fireplace. She had no idea exactly how long the warrior had been there, but by the feel of her numb butt it had to be a few hours at least. She wished he would leave so she could get up and stretch, but pride kept her eyes firmly fixed on the very boring gray wall in front of her.
Glorfindel tossed another amused look at the thoroughly annoyed elleth, who was still stubbornly staring at the wall. He had to give her credit for sheer tenacity. They had been sitting in the overwhelming silence for nearly four hours and she was just now starting to get excessively restless. The restlessness had started with a tiny shifting motion of her legs, and then it had progressed over the last hour to the gradual shifting of her whole body. The seneschal figured it would not be much longer, before she gave in to the curiosity and tried to find out what he was doing. Putting a little more shading into the picture he was drawing of the dismal room, Glorfindel smirked in triumph as the elleth swung around to face him and sent a heated glare his way. Blandly looking up to meet the fiery gaze, the warrior nodded once at the elleth and returned his eyes to the picture.
Kestrel opened and closed her mouth several times in shock. She finally acknowledged his presence and all he did was nod!! That elf had been insulting and Kestrel had had quite enough of his antics! Standing up with some difficulty, the now enraged female stormed over to the drawing elf with only a slight limp. Reaching Glorfindel’s spot by the fire, Kestrel glared down at him with her hands on her hips and a foot that tapped out a nasty rhythm in her anger. She did not know which would be better to do, hit him over the head with his sketch book or throw him into the wall. Both options sounded pretty good to the irate elleth, but she refrained from actually trying either. The warrior was much taller and stronger, so she would not stand a chance in a physical fight. Common sense flew out the window, when the ellon stared up at her with twinkling blue eyes and cocked an inquiring eyebrow in her direction.
Stupidity suddenly inhabited the elleth’s, now less then intelligent, brain and made a mockery of her precious self control. Grabbing the pad from his hands with a vicious jerk, Kestrel bared her teeth at Glorfindel as she chucked his book towards the wooden door. Stamping her foot angrily, she leaned over and poked the elf in the center of his muscular chest, and then she turned and pointed forcefully towards the door. Her eyes turned nearly black in her fury, as the delighted laugh Glorfindel let out, echoed around the room. Kestrel could not believe the nerve of the elf! The stupid ellon could not take a hint when it hit him in the chest!! Muttering wordlessly, while gesturing wildly with her hands, kestrel kept glaring at the seneschal before shaking her head in disgust. The elleth began to pace violently back and forth between the hearth, the door, the bed and back to the hearth to start all over again.
The frazzled female was so worked up, that Glorfindel was afraid she was going to try and do bodily harm to him; not that she would get much of a chance. He was rather surprised at the depth of her temper, but was amused that the small female would actually demand his immediate departure; even if it was silently done. The seneschal was sure she would break her silence, but she had just enough self control, it seemed, not to utter a single sound. That was pure stubbornness on her part, but Glorfindel did not think that would last much longer. Walking purposefully over to the door, the warrior picked up his sketch pad and walked back over to where he had been sitting, as the elleth watched with blazing eyes. Dropping the pad next to his supply of charcoal, a very amused Glorfindel turned and stalked over to the prisoner. With a confident stride that had Kestrel backing up a couple paces, the ellon frowned down at the small elleth, “I do not tolerate rude behavior from anyone, especially uncooperative elflings, such as yourself! You will tell me your name right now or I will put you over my knee and treat you like the elfling you are acting like at the moment!”
The menace in his tone made Kestrel realize she had pushed him a bit too far and the damned warrior meant every word he spoke. With a sigh, the elleth ran her options through her head and came to a very hard decision. Walking over to where the ellon had dropped the sketch pad, Kestrel reached down grasping both the pad and a piece of charcoal, before turning back to Glorfindel with a nasty looking frown. Stalking back to the thoroughly irritating warrior with a unrestrained and decidedly petulant snarl on her lips. The irate female walked around behind the seneschal and leaned the pad against his back, while she scribbled on it. When she was done, the elleth slapped both pieces into his hand and stormed over to her bed flopping down upon it; face first.
Glorfindel blinked in startled surprise at the female’s weird antics. The sudden change in attitude told him, that he had pushed her to the limits of her endurance for the day and it was time to let her stew in her own thoughts for awhile. Looking down he was pleased to see in scrawling feminine script the words, My name is Kestrel, but I still will not speak to you, so be gone spawn of Morgoth! A small smile creeped across his handsome face at the brashness of her reply, thinking this very small but hard won, victory was enough for the day the seneschal placed the pad back next to the charcoal on the floor and walked sedately to the wooden door. Upon reaching the door, he knocked lightly and bade the guards to open. As he made to step through the door he called out softly to the figure lying prone on the bed, “Good evening Kestrel, I hope you will sleep well. I will see you on the morrow and I will expect more cooperation then I have gotten so far.”
A pillow thrown at his head was Glorfindel’s only answer!