Feline Troubles
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Adult ++
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Feline Troubles
Title: Feline Troubles
Author: Janalynn27
Type: Double-Drabble
Pairing: Lindir/Rúmil
Beta: Me, Myself, and I
Warnings: Slash
Rating: PG
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.
Summary: For the lotrallslash yahoo group Daily Drabble: April 1: prompt: ‘Feline’ Lindir has troubles with a certain feline.
Author's Note: None
“Rúmil, come here you!” Lindir shouted as he ran after him. The Minstrel ran through the hall, narrowly missing the elves that he passed in his haste. Waving as he rushed by, he called over his shoulder, “Sorry Fin!” as he nearly collided with the warrior.
Glorfindel just shook his head at Rúmil’s antics and Lindir’s chase, this being a regular occurrence in the Last Homely House these last few months.
The white-haired ellon (m. elf) smiled as he saw a way to cut off Rúmil’s escape, and he hopped over the railing and landed in the courtyard just as his prey came scampering down the stairs. “Aha!” Lindir shouted in triumph as he dove and captured his quarry.
“Meow!” was the pitiful plea from the feline that wiggled in Lindir’s arms.
Lindir got to his feet and huffed, “I swear, I am so going to have a discussion with my mate the next time I see him. Why do you see fit to give me so much trouble?”
This time it was a mournful meow as the golden feline placed his paw upon Lindir’s cheek. “Oh ho, do not play cute with me. You are still in trouble you little heathen,” Lindir said as he made his way back to his chambers. When he walked in, he headed straight to his desk and said, “Look at what you did, again! The legs of my desk are not a scratching post!”
“Having troubles hervenn (husband)?”
Lindir whirled around, nearly dropping his cat in the process, and gasped when he saw his mate lying on his bed, “Rúmil!”
The air was knocked out of the Marchwarden when suddenly he found his arms full of a very excited mate and a not so happy feline. Lindir started peppering his face with kisses and he hissed as claws dug into his chest. “Meleth nín (My love). Hervenn, Lindir, Rúmil is digging his claws into me,” Rúmil hissed as he took the cat from Lindir and released him.
Sitting back, Lindir looked at the ruffled feline who sat on the bed and gave them both a glare before he jumped down and ran out of the chamber. Lindir then threw himself back into his mate’s arms and said, “Sorry. I am just so happy to see you. I thought that you were not supposed to arrive for another two months.”
The Marchwarden captured his hervenn’s mouth before he said, “I was driving my brothers crazy and Lady Galadriel took pity on them and let me come early. She practically kicked me out of Lorien.”
“Hmm,” Lindir murmured against his meleth’s lips and said, “Well your cat has been driving *me* crazy!”
The Marchwarden laughed as he rolled and pinned Lindir to the bed and said, “As I recall, I gave him to you, so he is yours. Is that not why you named him Rúmil?”
“And a fitting name it is, for such a rascal,” Lindir chuckled.
Rúmil gave a mock scowl before he gave his mate a proper greeting which lasted well into the night.
The End?
Author: Janalynn27
Type: Double-Drabble
Pairing: Lindir/Rúmil
Beta: Me, Myself, and I
Warnings: Slash
Rating: PG
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.
Summary: For the lotrallslash yahoo group Daily Drabble: April 1: prompt: ‘Feline’ Lindir has troubles with a certain feline.
Author's Note: None
“Rúmil, come here you!” Lindir shouted as he ran after him. The Minstrel ran through the hall, narrowly missing the elves that he passed in his haste. Waving as he rushed by, he called over his shoulder, “Sorry Fin!” as he nearly collided with the warrior.
Glorfindel just shook his head at Rúmil’s antics and Lindir’s chase, this being a regular occurrence in the Last Homely House these last few months.
The white-haired ellon (m. elf) smiled as he saw a way to cut off Rúmil’s escape, and he hopped over the railing and landed in the courtyard just as his prey came scampering down the stairs. “Aha!” Lindir shouted in triumph as he dove and captured his quarry.
“Meow!” was the pitiful plea from the feline that wiggled in Lindir’s arms.
Lindir got to his feet and huffed, “I swear, I am so going to have a discussion with my mate the next time I see him. Why do you see fit to give me so much trouble?”
This time it was a mournful meow as the golden feline placed his paw upon Lindir’s cheek. “Oh ho, do not play cute with me. You are still in trouble you little heathen,” Lindir said as he made his way back to his chambers. When he walked in, he headed straight to his desk and said, “Look at what you did, again! The legs of my desk are not a scratching post!”
“Having troubles hervenn (husband)?”
Lindir whirled around, nearly dropping his cat in the process, and gasped when he saw his mate lying on his bed, “Rúmil!”
The air was knocked out of the Marchwarden when suddenly he found his arms full of a very excited mate and a not so happy feline. Lindir started peppering his face with kisses and he hissed as claws dug into his chest. “Meleth nín (My love). Hervenn, Lindir, Rúmil is digging his claws into me,” Rúmil hissed as he took the cat from Lindir and released him.
Sitting back, Lindir looked at the ruffled feline who sat on the bed and gave them both a glare before he jumped down and ran out of the chamber. Lindir then threw himself back into his mate’s arms and said, “Sorry. I am just so happy to see you. I thought that you were not supposed to arrive for another two months.”
The Marchwarden captured his hervenn’s mouth before he said, “I was driving my brothers crazy and Lady Galadriel took pity on them and let me come early. She practically kicked me out of Lorien.”
“Hmm,” Lindir murmured against his meleth’s lips and said, “Well your cat has been driving *me* crazy!”
The Marchwarden laughed as he rolled and pinned Lindir to the bed and said, “As I recall, I gave him to you, so he is yours. Is that not why you named him Rúmil?”
“And a fitting name it is, for such a rascal,” Lindir chuckled.
Rúmil gave a mock scowl before he gave his mate a proper greeting which lasted well into the night.
The End?