tuxedo_elf: (Rumil AniMama (Full))
Yay, I wrote something! :P

Title: Small Mercies
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: G
Word count: 300
Summary: The aftermath of battle


Somehow, they had won. Despite being greatly outnumbered and losing many warriors to injury and death, they had prevailed. Now at last there was peace again, though the scars would leave their mark for many years to come. Many would not remain on these shores long enough to see them healed.

Yet they would try. Trudging through the churned mud that now surrounded the Golden Wood, the three Elves dragged Orc corpses into a pile and retrieved Elven weapons as they walked, a slow trek round the entire perimeter.

“What a mess,” Orophin sighed softly as they walked around a felled mallorn, the glory of the tree now long gone, its branches bare and silver trunk dulled to grey. “I never thought I would see a war so ugly as this one.”

Haldir paused, squeezing his brother’s shoulder lightly. “It is hard to see so much you love fallen and desecrated,” he agreed. “Yet we must be grateful that we won and have the chance to put things to rights. It could have been a lot worse.”

Rúmil looked sceptical. “How so?” he asked, hardly believing his ears.

Haldir looked away from the wood then, across the horizon. “There was talk of sending us to aid the Men… of sending a whole army to fight at Helms Deep. We must be grateful that Celeborn and Galadriel saw the folly of that idea and we remained here, to defend our own borders.”

“You really think that would have been worse?” Orophin queried.

Still not looking at his brothers, Haldir nodded.

“What makes you think that?” Rúmil asked. “Surely numbers and defences would have been more favourable.”

Tearing his eyes away from the skyline, Haldir turned back to them, looking at his brothers with a troubled expression. “It is just a feeling.”

tuxedo_elf: (Rumil brown 2)
Title: Always There
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: G


It had been one of those days. A long patrol, with endless small skirmishes that had left him feeling tired, dirty and world-weary. He just wanted to sleep, but was reluctant to go home – Lindir was probably still angry with him. He hadn’t meant to spill his tea that morning, but he had been rushing and had knocked the cup over, sending the hot liquid directly over a newly written sheet of music. The ink had run everywhere, the work utterly ruined.

Lindir had been furious and Rúmil had left in a hurry, preferring the borders to his lover’s wrath. Yet now the day was over, he was unsure of what to do with himself, especially since his brothers were both still on duty.

He deliberated for a moment before changing direction and going down a path some distance away from his own talan. Climbing up a tree rather taller than the one he lived in, he came to an old, large talan. He knocked briefly and then let himself in, going directly to the main room and sinking into an old, but soft and comfortable chair.

A woman appeared from the kitchen and looked at the grimy and dejected figure sitting there. Wordlessly she went back into the kitchen before returning a minute later with a large mug of tea and a generous slice of apple cake. She set them on the table before Rúmil, who reached out eagerly and took and took a large bite of the cake before washing it down with the tea.

He let out a long breath then, and settled back into the chair. She sat next to him and wrapped one arm around his shoulders before giving him and affectionate kiss on the cheek. “Better?” she asked softly.

Rúmil smiled and returned the gesture, so grateful for her always being there. “Much better… thank you, Mother.” Reaching round, he hugged her tightly and said the words they both knew but rarely said. “I love you.”


Happy Mother's Day! It's not Mother's Day in the UK, we had ours in March, but there's never a bad time to celebrate mothers, says I! ^_^


Nov. 4th, 2008 12:24 am
tuxedo_elf: (Quotes from FF2004)
Title: Cracked
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: PG
Word count: 440
Summary: Lindir finds... inspiration. Dude.
Notes: This is TOTALLY [livejournal.com profile] enismirdal's fault. I... really don't know what to say about this thing except - beware the crack. Um, literally.

Cracked )
tuxedo_elf: (Rumil/Lindir)
Title: Lost and Found
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Pairing: Rumil/Lindir pre-slash
Rating: PG
Notes: For [livejournal.com profile] laur_melyanna


Lindir had not wanted to come here. He had been happy in Imladris, amongst the people and places that he knew. Yet Lord Elrond had urged him to accept when Lady Galadriel requested his presence, even though he knew she would wish him to stay for some years. It was a great honour, he was told, and should not be easily cast aside.

So here he was, alone in a realm he did not know, where the trees were too tall and the Elves so different, all for the sake of politeness.

And where he was inclined to get lost, he realised with a sigh. Lothlórien was so much bigger than Imladris and it was all too easy to take the wrong path, as he had done. Stopping, he looked around, trying to work out which way he had come from. All the trees looked the same to him; he had enough trouble finding his own talan when he was right in front of it.

Frustrated, he cursed under his breath.

“Do you need help?”

Lindir jumped at the voice and only barely refrained from muttering something uncomplimentary about sneaky Lórien Elves.

“Are you lost?”

Composing himself, Lindir turned to face the tall Galadhel who had crept up on him. “Yes… I was looking for the rose gardens and seem to have gone the wrong way.”

“I can take you there,” he replied. “My name is Orophin.”

Lindir smiled. “I am glad to meet you, Orophin. I am Lindir, from Imladris. He inclined his head slightly in friendly greeting – Orophin was the first to openly approach him and it was refreshing.

“Ah yes, the new minstrel. Welcome, I look forward to hearing you play.”

A slight rustle in the leaves was heard then and Orophin smiled again. “”Ah, Lindir, allow me to introduce my brother.” As he spoke, another Elf stepped into view, slightly shorter than Orophin, but still tall, slender and far too handsome. “This is Rúmil.”

The Minstrel looked up at the tall Galadhel, who offered a friendly smile of greeting, and found his heart beating much faster and his sour mood suddenly much improved.

All of a sudden, Lindir found himself with an excellent reason to stay in Lothlórien.

tuxedo_elf: (*Sigh*)
The next of the meme drabbles... this one is for [livejournal.com profile] sildil who wanted angsty Legolas/Elrohir.

The Choice )
tuxedo_elf: (Misty Forest)
A true drabble this time - this one is for [livejournal.com profile] dwarrowchild who wanted Daeron/Saeros.


He was not as beautiful, nor did he sing so sweetly. He declined to dance entirely and his hair was pale, rather than dark. He was not coveted by all who laid eyes upon him – indeed, many barely marked his presence until he spoke. He was everything she was not – and it was that which had saved him.

In arms so utterly different from those he had dreamed of he had found peace, comfort and love. Saeros’ calm tones and gentle touches had lifted him from the despair he was wallowing in.

And with every touch, Lúthien’s beauty faded away.
tuxedo_elf: (Gondolin)
I actually managed to write - woot!

This is the first of the meme drabbles - this one is for [livejournal.com profile] naurring

The Fall )
tuxedo_elf: (Rumil brown 2)
Title: Insignificant
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: G
Characters: Rúmil, Haldir


“Haldir?” Rúmil wandered into his brother’s room, a hopeful smile on his face and the book clutched tightly in his hand. “Can you help me with this?”

Glancing down at the younger Elf, Haldir caught sight of the workbook in Rúmil’s grasp. Clearly, he was after assistance with the lessons his tutor wanted him to complete at home. He tried not to sigh.

“I do not have time tonight,” Haldir replied as he picked up his hairbrush. “I am going out and there are people waiting for me. I will help you tomorrow.”

Rúmil’s face fell. “Tomorrow? That is too late - I have to have it done before my lessons in the morning! Please, I will not keep you long!”

“I said I do not have time!” Haldir snapped and Rúmil backed away, looking distressed at the sharp tone. “I am sure if you just sit down and think about it, you will manage! Just put a little effort in!”

Grabbing his cloak, he pulled it on as he moved out of his room and towards the main door. “Or ask Orophin. I am sure he will find the time.”

“But Orophin is out tonight too!” Rúmil cried plaintively, reaching out for his brother.

Yet it was too late for Haldir was already gone and Rúmil found himself standing alone in the darkened talan.

tuxedo_elf: (Gondolin)
I wrote this back in November, but for some reason I never posted it!

Semi-Drabble: The Watcher
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Pairing: Glorfindel/Ecthelion
Rating: PG


Ecthelion loved to watch Glorfindel.

When he sparred, the light sheen of sweat on his chest making his skin gleam in the morning sun.

When he rode out on patrol, tall, noble and resplendent in armour.

When he took time for himself and sprawled lazily under his favourite tree.

Yet when he slept - that was when Ecthelion loved to watch him most. When his body and mind were both at peace and his usually carefully-tied hair spread out over the pillow and his breathing was soft and even.

Every night Ecthelion watched him, in an unceasing vigil.

For this he had forsaken Mandos’ Halls, caring little for the risk that he may never be re-embodied. He had been certain that once Glorfindel had left, there would be no healing for his spirit in the Grey Halls.

He was right.

tuxedo_elf: (Sparkly Christmas Tux)
Title: Tainted Snow
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: PG13
Summary: Maedhros realises that darkness is easily concealed - for a time. Angst.
Notes: For [livejournal.com profile] ford_of_bruinen, as only she could inspire… this.

Tainted Snow )
tuxedo_elf: (Hot Rúmil)
Title: Uncivilised
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Thranduil/Rúmil
Summary: Idle gossip in the halls of Mirkwood

Uncivilised )
tuxedo_elf: (Lindir - Study Break)
This is the long-overdue birthday semi-drabble for [livejournal.com profile] gwaelinn. I'm sorry it took so long, It seems I no longer have an Erestor-muse! Luckily, Lindir convinced him to co-operate finally! :P I hope you like it.


Lindir opened one eye as the body next to him once again shifted so violently as to rock the whole sturdy bed. As he watched, the restless body turned again and again until the final tug pulled the warm covers off him.

Closing his eyes briefly, Lindir sighed and then sat up, looking down at the rumpled form. “Erestor, what in Eru’s name is the matter?”

Turning again, Erestor rolled onto his back and looked up at his slightly irritated lover. “I am sorry,” he apologised. “I have been thinking too much on the preparations for the upcoming festival and now I cannot relax enough to sleep. I did not mean to wake you.”

Yawning, Lindir shook his head. “This has to stop, love. At this rate we will be in no state to enjoy the celebrations ourselves.”

“I agree, but what do you suggest?” Erestor replied. “I cannot simply will myself to sleep, as the rumours of Men would have you believe.”

“I could sing you a lullaby,” Lindir suggested, smiling at his lover.

Erestor looked affronted. “Lindir! I am not a child!” He protested. “Do not treat me as such!”

“It was only a suggestion,” Lindir retorted, annoyed himself now. “You did not have to be so dismissive.” Huffing in indignation, he grabbed the covers and lay back down with his back to Erestor.

For a time neither spoke, until Erestor at last broke the silence.



“Sing to me.”

tuxedo_elf: (Cheethas - Oh Brother!)
Title: A Risky Business
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: G
Summary: Celegorm knows what he wants, Maedhros doesn't think it's a good idea.
Notes: Birthday drabble for [livejournal.com profile] dawn_felagund.


“No, absolutely not.” Maedhros shook his head and looked firmly at Celegorm. He was not going to allow such insanity.

His brother’s response was to glare angrily and Maedhros saw the familiar temper spark into life.

“It is too great a risk,” he tried to explain. “If we were caught the consequences would be dire.” He shuddered to think of them.

Yet Celegorm did not reply, only continuing to glare at Maedhros with a look of pure scorn on his face, causing the elder of the two to begin to shift uncomfortably. “Celegorm… please stop this.” Maedhros pleaded.

Celegorm considered the words for a moment, long enough for Maedhros to find a spark of hope that his brother might actually be reasonable for once. However, it was not to be.

“No.” He said finally. “It is not a risk. I am careful, no one has to know. You are a coward who is scared to make anyone happy.” He sniffed and Maedhros crumbled.

Sighing deeply, Maedhros reached into the box and handed the small fluffy rabbit to his little brother. “Fine, fine.” He huffed. “Just… take good care of it and keep yourselves out of trouble.”

Beaming, Celegorm hugged the young rabbit to his chest and the animal nuzzled up to him. “I will!” he chirped. “You’ll see!” Grinning, he ran off, to find his new pet some food and a place to sleep.

Maedhros watched him go, resignation on his face. Eru, his father was going to kill him. He really had to learn how to say no.

tuxedo_elf: (Fading from the Earth)
Title: Three
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: PG
Summary: After Doriath
Notes: Another 100 words.


They had been through so much together, their childhood, the sundering of their family, their grandfather's death, the oath and the terrible kinslaying at Alqualonde, where their innocence had been swept away in a wave of blood.

Despite it all, the pain and the suffering, they had all survived. Until today.

Today three of them had fallen, leaving those that remained reeling in grief and shock. No doubt that they deserved it; their deeds had been evil and their doom was of their own making.

Yet, to lose three of them in a single battle - truly, they were cursed.

tuxedo_elf: (Make it count)
Title: Farewells
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: G
Notes: Another 'real' drabble!


Thranduil looked back into the room, regret on his face. "I wish we did not have to leave. It is so soon…"

Oropher placed a comforting hand on his son's shoulder. "I know, my son." He watched sadly as Thranduil pulled away and went back into the room, looking once more at what he was leaving behind.

"You will return," Oropher said. "No matter what else may happen, you will return."

Nodding slowly, Thranduil picked up his bow and left the room. "I love you," he whispered, closing the door and leaving his wife and newborn son to their slumber.

tuxedo_elf: (Celegorm/Orophin)
Title: Acceptance
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: G
Summary: Everyone needs someone...
Notes: This is an *actual* drabble - 100 words dead on!



That was what he was. So unlike the others, he might well have been from another family. Blonde hair, not dark. Blue eyes, instead of grey. A hunter, rather than a craftsman. An oddity.

Sighing, Celegorm pulled his knees up to his chest and stared out at the woods, wondering why no one ever accepted him.

A wet nose at his elbow made him jump but then he smiled as a huge, furry body nuzzled up to him. Wrapping his arms around the great beast, he buried his face in the soft fur. He’d been wrong. There was someone.

tuxedo_elf: (Gondolin)
Title: Shadows
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: G
Character: Glorfindel


I watch, as you make your way through a crowded room, stopping every so often to talk to a friend or a colleague. You move gracefully and effortlessly despite the throng and you gain the attention of those nearby without even trying.

More than once I have been told you’d be a good match for me, that we would be a lovely pair. Yet that that can never happen, for a very simple reason.

I hate you.

I hate you for what you remind me of every day. I hate you for not understanding what your presence does to me. I hate you for being happy when I am not. I hate you for looking so much like him - and most of all, I hate you for living when he died.

That is why I can never even be so much as your friend, Erestor – I am sure you would understand if I was to say that no one in their right mind befriends the shadows in their heart.

tuxedo_elf: (Marching Elves)
Title: The Chase
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: G
Character: Thranduil
Summary: A chase in the palace.
Notes: I was bored.

The Chase )
tuxedo_elf: (Turgon)
Since I'm not *entirely* evil, here is the *real* semi-drabble I wrote for [livejournal.com profile] menegroth's birthday - in English and everything! :P Sorry about the confusion - she started it! ^_^

Title: A Perfect Picture
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: PG
Pairing: Turgon/Ecthelion
Summary: Even Kings have bad days.

A Perfect Picture )
tuxedo_elf: (Moonlight)
For [livejournal.com profile] aglarien1 - I hope you like it. :)

A Warm Welcome

The long, empty hallways were lit only by the glow of a single candle that Erestor carried as he made his way to his rooms. It was often long after all the others residents of Imladris were abed when he finally ended his daily work. Lately, however, he had not been quite so bad. Even tonight, it was not as late as had once been usual for him – before his life had changed.

Until then, he had always returned to empty rooms, and gone to bed alone. However, this no longer held true and the thought of it warmed his heart. Eagerly he increased his pace, coming swiftly to his rooms.

Pushing open the door, he laughed in delight when a warm, loving body flew into his arms. Burying his face in the soft fur, Erestor smiled and carried the cat into the sitting room, delighting again at having something so wonderful to welcome him home.

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