Feline Troubles

Title: All Is Forgiven
Author: Janalynn27
Fandom: LOTR
Characters: Rúmil/Lindir
Prompt: 11. Massage
Word Count: 1011
Rating: NC-17
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 the lj community 25fluffyfics and sequel
to "Bath Time"
Archived: http://www.wordsmithsthree.com/enchantedscribbles.html


All Is Forgiven

Lindir laid out the blanket before the fire, along with a large
vial of lavender oil and healing salve. He placed a couple of
pillows at one end and then called out, "Rúmil, are you all right in
there?"

Rúmil winced as he stepped out of the bath. Carefully toweling his
body dry, he replied, "Yes meleth (love). I will be out in a minute."

Lindir frowned as he heard the hitch in his hervenn's (husband's)
voice but was distracted when something bumped into his leg. The
Minstrel looked down and saw his cat Rúmil looking up at him
expectantly. "Well hello, and what do you have there?"

Rúmil nudged the daffodil towards his Master and looked up at him,
hoping that finally he would be forgiven. It had been three days,
three very long days where he was stuck eating cat food. He had
tried various things to make up for the mess that he had made, but
so far, nothing seemed to please the white-haired ellon (m. elf).

Lindir sighed when he saw the pitiful look in the feline's eyes.
He had almost given in yesterday when Rúmil had brought him a very
nice feather, perfect for a quill, but now, he did not have the
heart not to forgive the little rascal. Taking the flower he
said, "Hannon le (Thank you) very much. I suppose I should forgive
you now, what with all the presents you have brought me. Come on, I
will get you a plate of leftovers from our dinner."

Rúmil purred his excitement as he followed on the heels of Lindir.
When his Master took the plate of what smelled like chicken out onto
the balcony, he did not complain with being put outside.

Lindir sat the plate out onto the balcony, not wanting Rúmil
inside tonight, for he had a mate to take care of. Petting his cat's
back, he said, "There now, all is forgiven."

The Galadhel padded out of the bathing chamber and saw Lindir
coming inside from the balcony, closing the door. He noticed one of
the plates was missing from the table and he said, smirking, "I take
it you gave in and forgave Rúmil dithen (little)."

Lindir crossed his arms over his chest and said, "Yes I did. Now,
lay down on your stomach so I can take a look at you."

Rúmil smiled but complied with his mate's demands and lay down,
not able to quell a hiss of pain. When he finally was lying still,
he winced when he felt Lindir's fingers gently caress his bruised
skin.

Lindir's brow furrowed as he checked Rúmil over, spotting an ugly
bruise on his mate's left side and another one on his right shoulder
blade. "Meleth, what have you done to yourself?"

Rúmil groaned as Lindir rubbed some healing salve into his bruised
skin. "Bain (Beautiful), I am instructing the new recruits and I
think it must have been Glorfindel's wry sense of humor to assign
the clumsiest of the bunch to my training," the Galadhel sighed, as
his mate started to massage his tense muscles.

"I will have to have a talk with that Balrog Slayer!" Lindir
practically growled.

Rúmil smiled at hearing Lindir's protectiveness for him and he
almost purred as he felt his body finally relax under his hervenn's
ministrations. When Lindir straddled his thighs, he could start to
feel himself harden, and he tried to shift into a more comfortable
position. When he heard his mate chuckle, Rúmil looked over his
shoulder at him and asked, "Are you going to tease me all night?"

Lindir carefully leaned forward and whispered into Rúmil's ear, "I
will not keep you wanting meleth, but first I am going to tend to
your hurts, then I will see to your other ache."

Rúmil nuzzled the side of his hervenn's face before lying back
down. By the time Lindir finished massaging his back Rúmil was in a
light doze. When he felt a gently shake upon his shoulder, he rolled
over onto his back. Soon he felt warm soft hands kneading first one
arm, then the other. Suddenly Rúmil got a hunger for his mate's lips
and he pulled Lindir to lie on top of him and captured his mouth.

Lindir sighed into the kiss, thoughts of massaging his hervenn
being consumed by the need to have Rúmil inside his body. Deftly
straddling his mate's waist, Lindir deepened the kiss, smiling when
he felt Rúmil grasp his buttocks in order to crush their hardened
arousals together. Pulling away from the kiss with a gasp, Lindir
sat up and took hold of his meleth's member, and then slowly lowered
himself, taking Rúmil to the hilt.

Rúmil desperately gripped Lindir's hips, holding him still else he
spend in that instant. The sudden heat and tightness that enveloped
him was a mixture of pleasure pain and the rapture he saw on
Lindir's face stirred his desire to new heights. When he regained
some semblance of control, he relaxed his hands and let his hervenn
ride him, slowly rising and then taking him inside him once again.

Lindir knew that Rúmil was still sore, even after the massage he
gave him, so he urged him to just lie back and he quickened his up
and downward strokes. When he changed the angle of his thrusts,
Lindir threw his head back and cried out as his prostrate was
stroked. Knowing that he would not last long at this rate, he
tightened his inner muscles and brought his mate closer to the edge,
needing to bring Rúmil along with him. When he felt his hervenn's
fingers wrap around his shaft, he rode his mate faster until both of
them cried out each others names in their release.

Rúmil wrapped his arms around Lindir when he slumped forward onto
his chest, not caring that his body still felt sore from training.
He drew his fingertips up and down his hervenn's back and
whispered, "Mela le (I love you) bain nín (my beautiful)."

Lindir smiled, "A mela le."

TBC