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chapter 20
Title: Enough for Tonight (20/22)
Author: Aglarien
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Caladir/Gurvelon (OMCs)
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. Except for the cat.
Warning: AU. Lots of Kitty Fluff
Archive: Glorfindel of Imladris, AFF, Melethryn, OEAM
Summary: Tinnu’s little friend and returning to Imladris.
Part 20
Hurrying back to the camp, Glaurion and Dolvelig located the healers sitting with Elrohir, Caladir and his mate.
“Lord Elrond,” Glaurion said, “I am sorry to disturb you, but Tinnu found this poor wounded little cat, and we thought you could help.”
Elves hated to see any animal suffer, and Elrond was especially fond of cats, as Tinnu knew well. Meowing, he looked hopefully up at his healer friend.
“Of course I will try to help.” Elrond said. Taking the little cat, he spoke softly to it, then asked Elrohir and Nestoron to come and help him.
Their healing supplies were in the tent with Glorfindel and Erestor, so they had no choice but to return, Tinnu riding on Elrohir’s shoulder. Fortunately, Erestor was sitting up in bed, and Glorfindel was helping him eat. Nestoron quickly began to gather some supplies and Elrond placed the cat on the table.
“I am sorry, my friends,” Elrond said, “but we have some urgent healing work to do. Tinnu found a wounded cat.” Tinnu jumped to the end of the table and closely observed Elrond.
Elrond gently ran his hands over the little cat’s sides, feeling for damage. The cat meowed weakly, but lay still, sensing this one meant her no harm. “I do not think there is any internal injury. She is undoubtedly in pain from the bites, and looks to be starving. She was probably too weak to defend herself and get away.”
Nestoron brought the supplies over and checked the bites. “I do not think this happened too long ago. There is no infection yet; that is good. She is still young, perhaps just under a year old.”
“Oh, the poor little thing,” Erestor said, watching from his bed. “Elrohir, why don’t you see if you can find some cream and either an egg or soft meat or fish for her?”
Elrohir smiled at Erestor, nodded and left.
“Elrond, will she be all right?” Erestor asked
Elrond nodded. “I believe so, as long as we can get her to eat.”
The two healers cleaned the cat’s wounds, and applied a healing salve, which would also dull any pain she was in. Bandages around her neck and back where the worst bites were completed the treatment. Tinnu had been waiting for the healers to finish. He moved from the end of the table, lay next to her, and began to wash her face and ears. The little cat began to purr.
“She will be a beautiful little thing when she is healed,” Erestor said, looking at her rich gray coat and white paws and chest.
Glorfindel nodded. “Aye, she will. Seems to be a sweet little thing. Perhaps a friend for Tinnu?”
Erestor smiled. “Aye.”
Elrohir quickly returned with cream and a raw egg. He broke the egg into a dish, poured the cream over it, mixed it slightly, and set it in front of the little animal. Tinnu mewed, encouraging her to eat. The little cat lowered her head, gingerly lapped at the cream and egg, then began to lap it up ravenously. Elrohir gently stroked the cat’s head. “She was starving.”
The little cat wiped the plate clean, and laid back down, allowing Tinnu give her face and whiskers a good wash.
“Elrond, do you think I could hold her?” Erestor asked.
“Well, I suspect Tinnu will not mind sharing her.” Elrond picked up the little cat and took her to Erestor. “Come on Tinnu. Erestor wants a turn.” Elrond placed the cat in Erestor’s arms as Tinnu jumped up on the bed and sat at his master’s side.
“Oh, what a tiny little thing you are.” Erestor gently scratched the cat’s head. The little cat immediately began to purr loudly. Erestor grinned. “What a little sweetie you are.”
“She needs a name, my love. What would you like to name her?” Glorfindel asked, stroking Tinnu with one hand the gray cat with the other.
The little cat emitted a lovely, long meow, and then yawned. “Oh, you sing!” Erestor said, grinning up at Glorfindel. “What about Glirien?”
“Song maiden? I like that. It is a good name, my love,” Glorfindel answered. “What do you say to Glirien, Tinnu?” Tinnu purred in contentment. “Guess he likes it, too.” Elrohir, Elrond and Nestoron all agreed it was a good name.
Erestor set the purring Glirien on his lap, where she promptly fell asleep, shortly followed by Erestor’s eyes glazing over in reverie.
Glaurion softly called from outside the tent, “Lord Elrond?” There was no door he could knock on.
“Enter.”
Glaurion quietly joined the others. “Forgive me, my Lords, I just wanted to know if the little cat was going to be all right.”
“She will be well, Glaurion,” Glorfindel answered. “Was it you who found her?”
“Tinnu found her. I only carried her back, my Lord.”
“Thank you. It seems Erestor and Tinnu have a new friend now.” Glorfindel said.
Glaurion bowed, and smiling, left the tent.
Tinnu crawled up on Erestor’s lap, and wrapped himself around Glirien. It was a good time for a nap. He gave a lick to Glirien’s ear, then settled down to sleep.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Two days later, Erestor was well enough for them to return to Imladris. Elrond and Nestoron did not feel he was healed enough to ride a horse, however, and so he was comfortably ensconced on the bed, which sat securely placed in a wagon. Glorfindel rode alongside the wagon, keeping Erestor company. The two cats were safely curled up beside the councilor.
The day after setting out, they arrived back at Imladris. The whole population turned out to welcome their lords and warriors home, and joy spread throughout the valley in celebration.
Tbc…..
Author: Aglarien
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Caladir/Gurvelon (OMCs)
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. Except for the cat.
Warning: AU. Lots of Kitty Fluff
Archive: Glorfindel of Imladris, AFF, Melethryn, OEAM
Summary: Tinnu’s little friend and returning to Imladris.
Part 20
Hurrying back to the camp, Glaurion and Dolvelig located the healers sitting with Elrohir, Caladir and his mate.
“Lord Elrond,” Glaurion said, “I am sorry to disturb you, but Tinnu found this poor wounded little cat, and we thought you could help.”
Elves hated to see any animal suffer, and Elrond was especially fond of cats, as Tinnu knew well. Meowing, he looked hopefully up at his healer friend.
“Of course I will try to help.” Elrond said. Taking the little cat, he spoke softly to it, then asked Elrohir and Nestoron to come and help him.
Their healing supplies were in the tent with Glorfindel and Erestor, so they had no choice but to return, Tinnu riding on Elrohir’s shoulder. Fortunately, Erestor was sitting up in bed, and Glorfindel was helping him eat. Nestoron quickly began to gather some supplies and Elrond placed the cat on the table.
“I am sorry, my friends,” Elrond said, “but we have some urgent healing work to do. Tinnu found a wounded cat.” Tinnu jumped to the end of the table and closely observed Elrond.
Elrond gently ran his hands over the little cat’s sides, feeling for damage. The cat meowed weakly, but lay still, sensing this one meant her no harm. “I do not think there is any internal injury. She is undoubtedly in pain from the bites, and looks to be starving. She was probably too weak to defend herself and get away.”
Nestoron brought the supplies over and checked the bites. “I do not think this happened too long ago. There is no infection yet; that is good. She is still young, perhaps just under a year old.”
“Oh, the poor little thing,” Erestor said, watching from his bed. “Elrohir, why don’t you see if you can find some cream and either an egg or soft meat or fish for her?”
Elrohir smiled at Erestor, nodded and left.
“Elrond, will she be all right?” Erestor asked
Elrond nodded. “I believe so, as long as we can get her to eat.”
The two healers cleaned the cat’s wounds, and applied a healing salve, which would also dull any pain she was in. Bandages around her neck and back where the worst bites were completed the treatment. Tinnu had been waiting for the healers to finish. He moved from the end of the table, lay next to her, and began to wash her face and ears. The little cat began to purr.
“She will be a beautiful little thing when she is healed,” Erestor said, looking at her rich gray coat and white paws and chest.
Glorfindel nodded. “Aye, she will. Seems to be a sweet little thing. Perhaps a friend for Tinnu?”
Erestor smiled. “Aye.”
Elrohir quickly returned with cream and a raw egg. He broke the egg into a dish, poured the cream over it, mixed it slightly, and set it in front of the little animal. Tinnu mewed, encouraging her to eat. The little cat lowered her head, gingerly lapped at the cream and egg, then began to lap it up ravenously. Elrohir gently stroked the cat’s head. “She was starving.”
The little cat wiped the plate clean, and laid back down, allowing Tinnu give her face and whiskers a good wash.
“Elrond, do you think I could hold her?” Erestor asked.
“Well, I suspect Tinnu will not mind sharing her.” Elrond picked up the little cat and took her to Erestor. “Come on Tinnu. Erestor wants a turn.” Elrond placed the cat in Erestor’s arms as Tinnu jumped up on the bed and sat at his master’s side.
“Oh, what a tiny little thing you are.” Erestor gently scratched the cat’s head. The little cat immediately began to purr loudly. Erestor grinned. “What a little sweetie you are.”
“She needs a name, my love. What would you like to name her?” Glorfindel asked, stroking Tinnu with one hand the gray cat with the other.
The little cat emitted a lovely, long meow, and then yawned. “Oh, you sing!” Erestor said, grinning up at Glorfindel. “What about Glirien?”
“Song maiden? I like that. It is a good name, my love,” Glorfindel answered. “What do you say to Glirien, Tinnu?” Tinnu purred in contentment. “Guess he likes it, too.” Elrohir, Elrond and Nestoron all agreed it was a good name.
Erestor set the purring Glirien on his lap, where she promptly fell asleep, shortly followed by Erestor’s eyes glazing over in reverie.
Glaurion softly called from outside the tent, “Lord Elrond?” There was no door he could knock on.
“Enter.”
Glaurion quietly joined the others. “Forgive me, my Lords, I just wanted to know if the little cat was going to be all right.”
“She will be well, Glaurion,” Glorfindel answered. “Was it you who found her?”
“Tinnu found her. I only carried her back, my Lord.”
“Thank you. It seems Erestor and Tinnu have a new friend now.” Glorfindel said.
Glaurion bowed, and smiling, left the tent.
Tinnu crawled up on Erestor’s lap, and wrapped himself around Glirien. It was a good time for a nap. He gave a lick to Glirien’s ear, then settled down to sleep.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Two days later, Erestor was well enough for them to return to Imladris. Elrond and Nestoron did not feel he was healed enough to ride a horse, however, and so he was comfortably ensconced on the bed, which sat securely placed in a wagon. Glorfindel rode alongside the wagon, keeping Erestor company. The two cats were safely curled up beside the councilor.
The day after setting out, they arrived back at Imladris. The whole population turned out to welcome their lords and warriors home, and joy spread throughout the valley in celebration.
Tbc…..