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Chapter 10
Lindir coughed loudly, his face contorting in pain. He was still suffering from the effects of smoke-inhalation, a week after the event.
Rúmil smiled softly and handed his lover a fresh cup of herbal tea. Lindir took it gratefully, sipping at the hot, soothing liquid.
They were sharing a pot of the herbal brew, it being the same one the Lord Elrond had prescribed for Rúmil. It sat between them as they sprawled on cushions on the balcony, at last finding some comfort in the silence.
The minstrel’s throat was still rough and sore and though he would heal, it would be some weeks before he was singing again.
Still, despite the discomfort, Lindir couldn’t bring himself to be too unhappy. He felt as if he understood a little better what Rúmil was going through - for days his throat had hurt and speaking had been painful, so was avoided where possible. It had been highly frustrating, yet he’d had the comfort of knowing that he would be back to normal in a few days. Rúmil did not have that. He felt for his lover like never before and vowed once again to help him wherever possible.
Moving the tea aside, Lindir came closer to Rúmil, resting his head on the warrior’s chest. Rúmil wrapped his arms around Lindir’s shoulders and there they sat, their minds still full of the events of a week ago.
After he had returned to Imladris, the tables had been turned for a few days as Rúmil remained in the Healing Halls by Lindir’s side. The minstrel had been remarkably lucky, all things considered, with only a few burns from the fire and bruises from the hits he had taken, but Elrond had wished to keep an eye on him, lest complications should occur.
During that time Rúmil had also looked in on Mellachion and Thaliatar. While Thaliatar had recovered well from his wounds, the same could not be said for Mellachion. The elf was still terribly weak and had not yet regained consciousness. Elrond was beginning to fear that he never would. Thaliatar was distraught and Rúmil’s heart went out to the other elf. The fear of knowing you may lose one dear to you was one he knew well. He prayed that the Valar would be as kind to Mellachion as they had to Lindir.
It had been a full five days after them that the rest of the party had returned. They had stayed behind to help the humans restore the village to order before returning.
They had attempted to bring the three humans captured on the outskirts of the village back with them, but it had not been possible. They had tried to escape during the journey and had been so violent that the elves had been left with no choice other than to kill them before they were killed themselves.
Thankfully, it was over now and Imladris had returned to its normal state of peace. Rúmil smiled contentedly as Lindir shifted to lie down, his head in Rúmil’s lap. He stroked the soft golden hair as they sat on the balcony in the warm sunlight.
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Elladan and Orophin were also enjoying some time to themselves. Packing a picnic, they had taken their horses deep into the woods surrounding Imladris. There they would be safe – but very much alone. They had not had much time together recently, with all that had happened and were looking forward to a day where their only concern was the other.
That said; Orophin still worried about leaving Rúmil for any length of time. Elladan knew this, even though his lover had not voiced his concerns.
“He will be fine, do not worry so!” The peredhil tried to soothe his lover.
“I did not say anything.” Orophin protested.
Elladan laughed. “You did not have to; I can see it in your eyes!” His smile softened. “He is with Lindir and they are safe in Imladris.”
“I know.” Orophin smiled at Elladan. “I know he is well. Forgive me, it is hard to stop worrying.”
“I do not expect you to stop.” Elladan replied. “Only put it aside for a time.” He leaned over on his horse to kiss Orophin softly. The galadhrim returned the kiss, eyes sparkling.
“I am sure you can help me with that.” He said.
Elladan grinned. “Without a doubt!”
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Rúmil had moved back to the main room, to prepare a fresh pot of tea for the two of them. He had hardly removed the herbs from the pouch though, when Lindir came up behind him and slipped his arms around the Galadhrim’s waist. Rúmil smiled, resting his hands on Lindir’s arms and tilting his head in pleasure as the minstrel kissed the back of his neck.
He turned in his lover’s arms, coming to face him and press a gentle kiss to the soft lips. Lindir smiled, cupping Rúmil’s face in his hands. “I love you.” The minstrel whispered, looking into the sky blue of Rúmil’s eyes.
Rúmil took Lindir’s hand and brought it to cover his own heart, holding it there.
/I love you too./ He mouthed the words slowly, hoping Lindir would understand.
“I know.” The minstrel responded, moving his hand and coming to press his body closer to his lover. His arms wrapped themselves round Rúmil’s back and he lovingly kissed Rúmil’s throat, paying special attention to the long, thin scar.
The Galadhrim’s head was thrown back, his hands loosely about Lindir’s waist as the minstrel continued his ministrations.
It took all Rúmil’s willpower to pull back and take Lindir’s hand, leading him to the large sheepskin rug in the centre of the room, pausing only to grab a vial of oil that sat tellingly on a nearby shelf.
His hands worked the fastenings of Lindir’s robes, soon opening them and sliding the garment off, to reveal the creamy skin beneath – and a pleasant surprise. Lindir was not wearing leggings.
“I thought I would save you the trouble.” The minstrel whispered seductively. Rúmil grinned, knowing he had been set up and not minding in the least.
He stripped quickly, then moved forward to take Lindir into his arms, kissing him deeply and pressing their naked bodies close together.
Still deep within the kiss, Rúmil sank slowly to his knees, pulling his lover down with him. His hands roamed over Lindir’s back, travelling ever lower, until they reached their destination.
Lindir gasped into Rúmil’s mouth as the galadhrim slipped a finger inside, quickly followed by a second. He moaned at the feeling, crying out when Rúmil found the pleasure spot within.
“Ai! Rúmil, please!” He begged, wanting more – needing more.
Rúmil pushed Lindir onto his back, onto the soft rug. His passion-glazed eyes never left Lindir’s as he brought the minstrel’s legs up over his shoulders. He quickly coated himself, then rested his oily hands on his lover’s slender hips, before entering Lindir’s body with almost painfully slow deliberation.
Lindir cried out as he was filled slowly but surely. Inch by inch he was taken, carefully and with such love his heart felt as if it would burst.
“Rúmil!” The name came out almost as a whimper as Lindir grabbed handfuls of the rug, his head thrown back.
Answering his lover’s plea, Rúmil began to move, sliding carefully in and out, moving slightly faster with each thrust, unfailingly hitting the pleasure spot in Lindir’s body.
Rúmil was breathing hard as he continued to slide in and out, his hands gripping Lindir’s hips. He was almost undone by the vision of Lindir alone, lost in passion and love.
Releasing one hand from the minstrel’s hip. He took Lindir’s flesh in hand, pumping and stroking as he brought them both to their peaks.
The minstrel writhed and moaned, sobbing Rúmil’s name over and over as the galadhrim pushed him over the edge.
He came with a cry, his voice raising as he shouted his lover’s name one more time. Rúmil followed but a moment later, emptying himself inside of Lindir, mouthing his name and his love before collapsing on top of him.
The minstrel rolled over, pulling Rúmil into his arms. Rúmil gazed up at him, smiling softly. Lindir returned the smile, as Rúmil rested his head on his lover’s shoulder, draping one arm lazily over Lindir’s waist, the other playing with a lock of mussed hair. Neither moved, blissfully tired and content as they were. Soon they both slipped into reverie, naked bodies entwined on the sheepskin rug.
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Several months passed in relative peace. Glorfindel took it upon himself to re-train Rúmil, gently pulling the elf back into the warriors’ world he belonged in. Rúmil’s skills were only slightly dulled from disuse and he remembered quickly. The Balrog-slayer also taught Rúmil more means of self-defence, knowing that he would be unable to call for aid should he ever become separated from his companions.
Glorfindel was impressed with the speed at which Rúmil learned and it was not long before the galadhrim was a regular member of the border patrol.
Likewise, Orophin could not stay idle for long and often rode out with Elladan and Elrohir, even improving his grasp of the common speech during their interactions with the Rangers. He still missed Haldir and his Lórien home, but he loved Elladan deeply and was content with his place in Rivendell.
Mellachion was still desperately ill. He remained trapped in his coma, not alive or dead. Thaliatar had all but given up hope and spent much of his time in tears by his lover’s bedside. Lord Elrond did not know what to do; the guard seemed to be trapped in the limbo that existed between the worlds of the living and the dead. Sooner or later, he would have to choose and the longer it took, the more likely it was that Mandos would win. Should that happen, Elrond feared for Thaliatar.
He was the only one who had not healed. Thaliatar’s injuries had healed completely, the other minstrels had only suffered minor cuts and bruises and even Lindir was singing again. Yet the shadow of that day would remain until Mellachion’s fate was decided.
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Celeborn looked up at a knock on the door. “Enter!” he called, knowing already who was on the other side.
Haldir stepped into the room, bowing to his lord as he approached him.
“You summoned me, my Lord?” He asked quietly.
“Yes, Haldir.” Celeborn replied, looking the Marchwarden over. He was due to return to full duties soon, for he had all but recovered since learning that Rúmil was alive. He hoped the younger elf would approve of his suggestion.
“I have decided that it is time for Rúmil to come home. All the reports I have received suggest that he is as well as can be expected. Lord Elrond has done his job.”
Haldir’s eyes lit up; the prospect of seeing his brothers again filling him with joy. He went to speak, but Celeborn stopped him.
“There is more. I need someone to go to Imladris and tell him. I am hoping you will volunteer.” Celeborn fought the urge to laugh aloud as Haldir struggled to keep his emotions in check.
“I would be honoured, my Lord!” He said, unable to hold back the wide grin.
“I had thought you would be.” The Lord of Lórien said. “Go and ready yourself then, you leave at first light. Take a heavily armed patrol – the bandits may be gone, but I would take no risks.
“Yes, my Lord!” Haldir bowed, then exited the room, almost faster than was polite.
Celeborn chuckled; it was so good to see Haldir happy again.
Haldir swept into the talan so fast Anoriel nearly dropped the bowl she was holding.
“Haldir! What in Eru’s name?” She gasped as he grabbed her, swinging her around and placing a kiss on her cheek. “What has got into you?” She asked, stunned. Haldir grinned at her.
“I am to go to Imladris! Lord Celeborn is sending me to bring Rúmil home!
Anoriel smiled. “That is wonderful news, Haldir! I know how much you have missed your brothers. When do you leave?”
“At dawn.” He said. “Once there I will remain for a month to give my brothers time to prepare for the journey home.” He grinned. “It will so wonderful to have them back!” He planted another kiss on the elf-maid’s cheek before hurrying into his room to gather his things for the journey.
Anoriel stayed where she stood, smiling slightly at Haldir’s excitement. After a moment, she returned to the bowl of bread-dough and began to mix it again.
She knew that with the return of Rúmil and Orophin, she would have to return to her own talan. Still – she hoped he was not gone long.
“Hurry home, Haldir. I will miss you.”
End Chapter 10
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Previous Chapters:
http://www.free-webspace.biz/rumils_talan/silentsong/silentsong01.html
Now, on with the fic! Enjoy!
Chapter 10
Lindir coughed loudly, his face contorting in pain. He was still suffering from the effects of smoke-inhalation, a week after the event.
Rúmil smiled softly and handed his lover a fresh cup of herbal tea. Lindir took it gratefully, sipping at the hot, soothing liquid.
They were sharing a pot of the herbal brew, it being the same one the Lord Elrond had prescribed for Rúmil. It sat between them as they sprawled on cushions on the balcony, at last finding some comfort in the silence.
The minstrel’s throat was still rough and sore and though he would heal, it would be some weeks before he was singing again.
Still, despite the discomfort, Lindir couldn’t bring himself to be too unhappy. He felt as if he understood a little better what Rúmil was going through - for days his throat had hurt and speaking had been painful, so was avoided where possible. It had been highly frustrating, yet he’d had the comfort of knowing that he would be back to normal in a few days. Rúmil did not have that. He felt for his lover like never before and vowed once again to help him wherever possible.
Moving the tea aside, Lindir came closer to Rúmil, resting his head on the warrior’s chest. Rúmil wrapped his arms around Lindir’s shoulders and there they sat, their minds still full of the events of a week ago.
After he had returned to Imladris, the tables had been turned for a few days as Rúmil remained in the Healing Halls by Lindir’s side. The minstrel had been remarkably lucky, all things considered, with only a few burns from the fire and bruises from the hits he had taken, but Elrond had wished to keep an eye on him, lest complications should occur.
During that time Rúmil had also looked in on Mellachion and Thaliatar. While Thaliatar had recovered well from his wounds, the same could not be said for Mellachion. The elf was still terribly weak and had not yet regained consciousness. Elrond was beginning to fear that he never would. Thaliatar was distraught and Rúmil’s heart went out to the other elf. The fear of knowing you may lose one dear to you was one he knew well. He prayed that the Valar would be as kind to Mellachion as they had to Lindir.
It had been a full five days after them that the rest of the party had returned. They had stayed behind to help the humans restore the village to order before returning.
They had attempted to bring the three humans captured on the outskirts of the village back with them, but it had not been possible. They had tried to escape during the journey and had been so violent that the elves had been left with no choice other than to kill them before they were killed themselves.
Thankfully, it was over now and Imladris had returned to its normal state of peace. Rúmil smiled contentedly as Lindir shifted to lie down, his head in Rúmil’s lap. He stroked the soft golden hair as they sat on the balcony in the warm sunlight.
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Elladan and Orophin were also enjoying some time to themselves. Packing a picnic, they had taken their horses deep into the woods surrounding Imladris. There they would be safe – but very much alone. They had not had much time together recently, with all that had happened and were looking forward to a day where their only concern was the other.
That said; Orophin still worried about leaving Rúmil for any length of time. Elladan knew this, even though his lover had not voiced his concerns.
“He will be fine, do not worry so!” The peredhil tried to soothe his lover.
“I did not say anything.” Orophin protested.
Elladan laughed. “You did not have to; I can see it in your eyes!” His smile softened. “He is with Lindir and they are safe in Imladris.”
“I know.” Orophin smiled at Elladan. “I know he is well. Forgive me, it is hard to stop worrying.”
“I do not expect you to stop.” Elladan replied. “Only put it aside for a time.” He leaned over on his horse to kiss Orophin softly. The galadhrim returned the kiss, eyes sparkling.
“I am sure you can help me with that.” He said.
Elladan grinned. “Without a doubt!”
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Rúmil had moved back to the main room, to prepare a fresh pot of tea for the two of them. He had hardly removed the herbs from the pouch though, when Lindir came up behind him and slipped his arms around the Galadhrim’s waist. Rúmil smiled, resting his hands on Lindir’s arms and tilting his head in pleasure as the minstrel kissed the back of his neck.
He turned in his lover’s arms, coming to face him and press a gentle kiss to the soft lips. Lindir smiled, cupping Rúmil’s face in his hands. “I love you.” The minstrel whispered, looking into the sky blue of Rúmil’s eyes.
Rúmil took Lindir’s hand and brought it to cover his own heart, holding it there.
/I love you too./ He mouthed the words slowly, hoping Lindir would understand.
“I know.” The minstrel responded, moving his hand and coming to press his body closer to his lover. His arms wrapped themselves round Rúmil’s back and he lovingly kissed Rúmil’s throat, paying special attention to the long, thin scar.
The Galadhrim’s head was thrown back, his hands loosely about Lindir’s waist as the minstrel continued his ministrations.
It took all Rúmil’s willpower to pull back and take Lindir’s hand, leading him to the large sheepskin rug in the centre of the room, pausing only to grab a vial of oil that sat tellingly on a nearby shelf.
His hands worked the fastenings of Lindir’s robes, soon opening them and sliding the garment off, to reveal the creamy skin beneath – and a pleasant surprise. Lindir was not wearing leggings.
“I thought I would save you the trouble.” The minstrel whispered seductively. Rúmil grinned, knowing he had been set up and not minding in the least.
He stripped quickly, then moved forward to take Lindir into his arms, kissing him deeply and pressing their naked bodies close together.
Still deep within the kiss, Rúmil sank slowly to his knees, pulling his lover down with him. His hands roamed over Lindir’s back, travelling ever lower, until they reached their destination.
Lindir gasped into Rúmil’s mouth as the galadhrim slipped a finger inside, quickly followed by a second. He moaned at the feeling, crying out when Rúmil found the pleasure spot within.
“Ai! Rúmil, please!” He begged, wanting more – needing more.
Rúmil pushed Lindir onto his back, onto the soft rug. His passion-glazed eyes never left Lindir’s as he brought the minstrel’s legs up over his shoulders. He quickly coated himself, then rested his oily hands on his lover’s slender hips, before entering Lindir’s body with almost painfully slow deliberation.
Lindir cried out as he was filled slowly but surely. Inch by inch he was taken, carefully and with such love his heart felt as if it would burst.
“Rúmil!” The name came out almost as a whimper as Lindir grabbed handfuls of the rug, his head thrown back.
Answering his lover’s plea, Rúmil began to move, sliding carefully in and out, moving slightly faster with each thrust, unfailingly hitting the pleasure spot in Lindir’s body.
Rúmil was breathing hard as he continued to slide in and out, his hands gripping Lindir’s hips. He was almost undone by the vision of Lindir alone, lost in passion and love.
Releasing one hand from the minstrel’s hip. He took Lindir’s flesh in hand, pumping and stroking as he brought them both to their peaks.
The minstrel writhed and moaned, sobbing Rúmil’s name over and over as the galadhrim pushed him over the edge.
He came with a cry, his voice raising as he shouted his lover’s name one more time. Rúmil followed but a moment later, emptying himself inside of Lindir, mouthing his name and his love before collapsing on top of him.
The minstrel rolled over, pulling Rúmil into his arms. Rúmil gazed up at him, smiling softly. Lindir returned the smile, as Rúmil rested his head on his lover’s shoulder, draping one arm lazily over Lindir’s waist, the other playing with a lock of mussed hair. Neither moved, blissfully tired and content as they were. Soon they both slipped into reverie, naked bodies entwined on the sheepskin rug.
*******************
Several months passed in relative peace. Glorfindel took it upon himself to re-train Rúmil, gently pulling the elf back into the warriors’ world he belonged in. Rúmil’s skills were only slightly dulled from disuse and he remembered quickly. The Balrog-slayer also taught Rúmil more means of self-defence, knowing that he would be unable to call for aid should he ever become separated from his companions.
Glorfindel was impressed with the speed at which Rúmil learned and it was not long before the galadhrim was a regular member of the border patrol.
Likewise, Orophin could not stay idle for long and often rode out with Elladan and Elrohir, even improving his grasp of the common speech during their interactions with the Rangers. He still missed Haldir and his Lórien home, but he loved Elladan deeply and was content with his place in Rivendell.
Mellachion was still desperately ill. He remained trapped in his coma, not alive or dead. Thaliatar had all but given up hope and spent much of his time in tears by his lover’s bedside. Lord Elrond did not know what to do; the guard seemed to be trapped in the limbo that existed between the worlds of the living and the dead. Sooner or later, he would have to choose and the longer it took, the more likely it was that Mandos would win. Should that happen, Elrond feared for Thaliatar.
He was the only one who had not healed. Thaliatar’s injuries had healed completely, the other minstrels had only suffered minor cuts and bruises and even Lindir was singing again. Yet the shadow of that day would remain until Mellachion’s fate was decided.
*******************
Celeborn looked up at a knock on the door. “Enter!” he called, knowing already who was on the other side.
Haldir stepped into the room, bowing to his lord as he approached him.
“You summoned me, my Lord?” He asked quietly.
“Yes, Haldir.” Celeborn replied, looking the Marchwarden over. He was due to return to full duties soon, for he had all but recovered since learning that Rúmil was alive. He hoped the younger elf would approve of his suggestion.
“I have decided that it is time for Rúmil to come home. All the reports I have received suggest that he is as well as can be expected. Lord Elrond has done his job.”
Haldir’s eyes lit up; the prospect of seeing his brothers again filling him with joy. He went to speak, but Celeborn stopped him.
“There is more. I need someone to go to Imladris and tell him. I am hoping you will volunteer.” Celeborn fought the urge to laugh aloud as Haldir struggled to keep his emotions in check.
“I would be honoured, my Lord!” He said, unable to hold back the wide grin.
“I had thought you would be.” The Lord of Lórien said. “Go and ready yourself then, you leave at first light. Take a heavily armed patrol – the bandits may be gone, but I would take no risks.
“Yes, my Lord!” Haldir bowed, then exited the room, almost faster than was polite.
Celeborn chuckled; it was so good to see Haldir happy again.
Haldir swept into the talan so fast Anoriel nearly dropped the bowl she was holding.
“Haldir! What in Eru’s name?” She gasped as he grabbed her, swinging her around and placing a kiss on her cheek. “What has got into you?” She asked, stunned. Haldir grinned at her.
“I am to go to Imladris! Lord Celeborn is sending me to bring Rúmil home!
Anoriel smiled. “That is wonderful news, Haldir! I know how much you have missed your brothers. When do you leave?”
“At dawn.” He said. “Once there I will remain for a month to give my brothers time to prepare for the journey home.” He grinned. “It will so wonderful to have them back!” He planted another kiss on the elf-maid’s cheek before hurrying into his room to gather his things for the journey.
Anoriel stayed where she stood, smiling slightly at Haldir’s excitement. After a moment, she returned to the bowl of bread-dough and began to mix it again.
She knew that with the return of Rúmil and Orophin, she would have to return to her own talan. Still – she hoped he was not gone long.
“Hurry home, Haldir. I will miss you.”
End Chapter 10
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Date: 2004-10-17 07:37 pm (UTC)From:Love it!!
*hugs*
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Date: 2004-10-20 07:15 pm (UTC)From:Sorry about the dissapearing!
*Huggles*
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Date: 2004-10-20 04:22 pm (UTC)From:Being a Celtic music fan, I very much appreciated the songs you included in the earlier chapter. They were perfect for the mood.
:-)
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Date: 2004-10-20 07:29 pm (UTC)From:Hi there!
Please, barge away! :) My LJ is open to any who wish to read or comment on it!
I'm delighted you like the story and I thank you for taking the time to tell me. :)
Haldir will arrive in the next chapter and the various couples will have to start looking to the future.
I'm glad the songs worked! I love Celtic music and I felt those songs had an 'Elven' feel to them!
Tux