An Unequal Battle
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An Unequal Battle
Title: An Unequal Battle
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: PG13
Beta: Elvensong
Pairing: Haldir/Glorfindel
Summary: Haldir wants to surprise his lover, but things aren’t going to plan.
Notes: For Anorienbean - I hope you like it!
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How hard could it be? He was after all an Elf who had achieved much in his life. Head of the Marchwardens, trusted emissary to many other realms, including the realms of Men, feared warrior and tactician. This simple task should not be beyond him.
Haldir stared at the pile of raw meat and vegetables. It was just dinner. So why did it feel like the most unequal of battles? Still, Haldir was never one to turn his back on a fight. Picking up a small peeling knife, he rolled up his tunic sleeves and set to work.
Several hours later, he knew that he’d met his match. Half the vegetables were so over-cooked they were near unrecognisable, the other half were practically raw. The meat was a blackened lump and what he’d hoped would be a thick, tasty sauce, was a semi-hard, lumpy mass in the pot. It was, Haldir admitted, a complete disaster.
He stared despondently at the mess. It was not often his lover came to Lorien and Haldir had wanted to give him a special welcome with a romantic dinner and a nice bottle of wine. Now he didn’t even have the wine – in desperation he’d used it in the sauce to try to even out the horrible lumps.
“The great Marchwarden, defeated by dinner.” He muttered bitterly. “How pathetic. Oh, Glorfindel, whatever are we going to eat now?” Sinking into a chair, he searched desperately for a solution.
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“By Eru, Haldir, this is wonderful!” Glorfindel’s eyes lit up at the sight of the food on the table. Crispy vegetables sat around the perfectly browned meat and a delicious-smelling gravy sat in a ceramic jug nearby.
“Only the best for you,” Haldir smiled. “It was worth the effort to see your face.” He was rewarded for this statement by a gentle kiss on the lips – Glorfindel’s way of thanking him.
“Let us eat, then,” he said, “before it goes cold!” Sitting down at the table, he uncorked the wine and poured them both a glass of the rich red liquid.
The meal, Glorfindel thought, was wonderful. However, it was quite obvious that all was not well with Haldir. He was unusually quiet and kept looking around almost nervously. Usually when they met both talked continually, there being a great deal to catch up on. This silence was rather worrying, not to mention frustrating.
Glorfindel let things be until the meal was done and the plates had been pushed aside, allowing them to entwine their hands over the table. Still Haldir said little as he played with his lover’s fingers.
Heaving a sigh, Glorfindel spoke up. “I know, you know.” He said.
Haldir blinked. “Know what?”
“That you did not cook the dinner.”
His secret out, Haldir’s face turned bright red in shame and embarrassment. He’d gone to so much effort to conceal the disaster – making sure the spoiled food was carefully disposed of and lighting scented candles to rid the talan of the smell. What had given him away?
“I… ah… I did…” Somewhat miserably, he gave in and looked up. “How did you know?”
It was all Glorfindel could do not to laugh at the expression on his lover’s face. He could well understand how humiliating it must be for Haldir to have failed at something, knowing how the Marchwarden prided himself on success in whatever he put his hand to.
“A number of things,” he replied, “Though the most obvious was Orophin attempting to sneak out the back window before I got in.”
Haldir’s face fell. “I did try to do it myself,” he explained, “but it would seem that I am not skilled in cooking and I ruined everything. I did not know what to do, so I asked my brothers to help me. Orophin is quite good in the kitchen, as you now know, and he prepared the meal. Rúmil gave me the wine and helped me clean up.” Sighing, he looked away. “I know I should have told you rather than deceiving you. I am sorry.”
Smiling, Glorfindel leaned across the table to turn Haldir’s face to his and capture his lover’s mouth in a soft kiss. “It was a sweet thought, Love, and your brothers were sweet for making sure it all worked out. Do not worry about it any more.”
“Truly?” Haldir had begun to worry that Glorfindel would be angered by his lie and he could not keep the hope from his voice.
“Truly.” Glorfindel confirmed, an amused smile gracing his fair features.
Jumping up, Haldir kissed him enthusiastically. “Wait here, I have something for you,” he said, dashing off into the kitchen. Confused, Glorfindel could only do as requested.
A moment later Haldir returned, a bowl in his hand. Approaching Glorfindel he carefully straddled his lover until he was sitting on his lap and facing him. Glorfindel groaned at the contact and wriggled in the chair, while Haldir smiled wickedly. Holding up the bowl, Haldir took a spoonful of the sweet pudding and offered it to Glorfindel, who accepted it eagerly.
“Mmm… that is good,” Glorfindel murmured, cupping Haldir’s rear with his hands and pulling him closer.
Haldir grinned and leaned forward to lick the remnants of the sweet from his lover’s lips.
“Dessert,” he purred as he reached for another spoonful, “I did make myself.”
THE END
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: PG13
Beta: Elvensong
Pairing: Haldir/Glorfindel
Summary: Haldir wants to surprise his lover, but things aren’t going to plan.
Notes: For Anorienbean - I hope you like it!
******************
How hard could it be? He was after all an Elf who had achieved much in his life. Head of the Marchwardens, trusted emissary to many other realms, including the realms of Men, feared warrior and tactician. This simple task should not be beyond him.
Haldir stared at the pile of raw meat and vegetables. It was just dinner. So why did it feel like the most unequal of battles? Still, Haldir was never one to turn his back on a fight. Picking up a small peeling knife, he rolled up his tunic sleeves and set to work.
Several hours later, he knew that he’d met his match. Half the vegetables were so over-cooked they were near unrecognisable, the other half were practically raw. The meat was a blackened lump and what he’d hoped would be a thick, tasty sauce, was a semi-hard, lumpy mass in the pot. It was, Haldir admitted, a complete disaster.
He stared despondently at the mess. It was not often his lover came to Lorien and Haldir had wanted to give him a special welcome with a romantic dinner and a nice bottle of wine. Now he didn’t even have the wine – in desperation he’d used it in the sauce to try to even out the horrible lumps.
“The great Marchwarden, defeated by dinner.” He muttered bitterly. “How pathetic. Oh, Glorfindel, whatever are we going to eat now?” Sinking into a chair, he searched desperately for a solution.
*****************
“By Eru, Haldir, this is wonderful!” Glorfindel’s eyes lit up at the sight of the food on the table. Crispy vegetables sat around the perfectly browned meat and a delicious-smelling gravy sat in a ceramic jug nearby.
“Only the best for you,” Haldir smiled. “It was worth the effort to see your face.” He was rewarded for this statement by a gentle kiss on the lips – Glorfindel’s way of thanking him.
“Let us eat, then,” he said, “before it goes cold!” Sitting down at the table, he uncorked the wine and poured them both a glass of the rich red liquid.
The meal, Glorfindel thought, was wonderful. However, it was quite obvious that all was not well with Haldir. He was unusually quiet and kept looking around almost nervously. Usually when they met both talked continually, there being a great deal to catch up on. This silence was rather worrying, not to mention frustrating.
Glorfindel let things be until the meal was done and the plates had been pushed aside, allowing them to entwine their hands over the table. Still Haldir said little as he played with his lover’s fingers.
Heaving a sigh, Glorfindel spoke up. “I know, you know.” He said.
Haldir blinked. “Know what?”
“That you did not cook the dinner.”
His secret out, Haldir’s face turned bright red in shame and embarrassment. He’d gone to so much effort to conceal the disaster – making sure the spoiled food was carefully disposed of and lighting scented candles to rid the talan of the smell. What had given him away?
“I… ah… I did…” Somewhat miserably, he gave in and looked up. “How did you know?”
It was all Glorfindel could do not to laugh at the expression on his lover’s face. He could well understand how humiliating it must be for Haldir to have failed at something, knowing how the Marchwarden prided himself on success in whatever he put his hand to.
“A number of things,” he replied, “Though the most obvious was Orophin attempting to sneak out the back window before I got in.”
Haldir’s face fell. “I did try to do it myself,” he explained, “but it would seem that I am not skilled in cooking and I ruined everything. I did not know what to do, so I asked my brothers to help me. Orophin is quite good in the kitchen, as you now know, and he prepared the meal. Rúmil gave me the wine and helped me clean up.” Sighing, he looked away. “I know I should have told you rather than deceiving you. I am sorry.”
Smiling, Glorfindel leaned across the table to turn Haldir’s face to his and capture his lover’s mouth in a soft kiss. “It was a sweet thought, Love, and your brothers were sweet for making sure it all worked out. Do not worry about it any more.”
“Truly?” Haldir had begun to worry that Glorfindel would be angered by his lie and he could not keep the hope from his voice.
“Truly.” Glorfindel confirmed, an amused smile gracing his fair features.
Jumping up, Haldir kissed him enthusiastically. “Wait here, I have something for you,” he said, dashing off into the kitchen. Confused, Glorfindel could only do as requested.
A moment later Haldir returned, a bowl in his hand. Approaching Glorfindel he carefully straddled his lover until he was sitting on his lap and facing him. Glorfindel groaned at the contact and wriggled in the chair, while Haldir smiled wickedly. Holding up the bowl, Haldir took a spoonful of the sweet pudding and offered it to Glorfindel, who accepted it eagerly.
“Mmm… that is good,” Glorfindel murmured, cupping Haldir’s rear with his hands and pulling him closer.
Haldir grinned and leaned forward to lick the remnants of the sweet from his lover’s lips.
“Dessert,” he purred as he reached for another spoonful, “I did make myself.”
THE END