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Title: Come What May
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Pairing: Rúmil/Thranduil (Implied)
Rating: PG
Prompt: 008: Do not touch the water!
Summary: Thranduil finally gets news from Lothlórien. Sequel to Clouds of Change and Belief.
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Thranduil cast the quill aside with a sweep of his hand, sending it flying from the desk and onto the stone floor. Leaving it where it fell, the King abandoned the stuffy office and made his way back to his rooms.
Once there he called for tea and went out onto the balcony. The scent of spring was truly in the air now and he delighted in it after the long oppression that had hung over the forest. He had no wish to be cooped up when the day was so glorious and he was unable to concentrate anyway. His mind was continually drifting to his lover, from whom he had still not heard, despite the war ending several weeks ago.
Galion entered with the tea and set down the tray next to the king. He still ate very little, but the butler had added some pastries to the tray anyway, in hope. Going to the fire, he brought a kettle of boiling water back to the table.
Absently, Thranduil reached for the kettle, thinking it was the teapot, only to have his hand smacked away by Galion. “Do not touch the water!” Galion snapped, irritated by Thranduil’s complete lack of attention. “You will scald yourself and I have not even made the tea yet!”
“Sorry,” Thranduil mumbled, smiling slightly. In public he had managed to retain a respectable image, but in private his thoughts overtook him, until little else existed.
Shaking his head in despair, Galion added the hot water to the pot and the smell of tea drifted through the room. Once brewed, he set a cup in front of the king and stepped back quietly.
No sooner had he raised the cup to his lips than a messenger burst in, his face flushed with excitement. Only just managing not to drop the cup, Thranduil turned to see who had so rudely interrupted him.
“Forgive my abruptness my lord, but I thought you should know right away! A rider is coming – from Lothlórien! He is almost at our gates!”
His irritation and the tea forgotten, Thranduil wasted no time. He brushed past Galion and the messenger and hurried through the palace, barely maintaining his dignity. At last… he could not keep the smile from his face. Rúmil had returned to him at last.
He hurried into the courtyard just as the rider was dismounting. The Galadhel’s booted feet touched the ground and he turned to the king.
The smile vanished from Thranduil’s lips and the colour drained from his face. His heart, which had been pounding in anticipation suddenly clenched with fear as he beheld the grim countenance of the Elf before him.
“Orophin.”
END
OK, it may possibly need a sequel... *Ahem*
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Pairing: Rúmil/Thranduil (Implied)
Rating: PG
Prompt: 008: Do not touch the water!
Summary: Thranduil finally gets news from Lothlórien. Sequel to Clouds of Change and Belief.
**************
Thranduil cast the quill aside with a sweep of his hand, sending it flying from the desk and onto the stone floor. Leaving it where it fell, the King abandoned the stuffy office and made his way back to his rooms.
Once there he called for tea and went out onto the balcony. The scent of spring was truly in the air now and he delighted in it after the long oppression that had hung over the forest. He had no wish to be cooped up when the day was so glorious and he was unable to concentrate anyway. His mind was continually drifting to his lover, from whom he had still not heard, despite the war ending several weeks ago.
Galion entered with the tea and set down the tray next to the king. He still ate very little, but the butler had added some pastries to the tray anyway, in hope. Going to the fire, he brought a kettle of boiling water back to the table.
Absently, Thranduil reached for the kettle, thinking it was the teapot, only to have his hand smacked away by Galion. “Do not touch the water!” Galion snapped, irritated by Thranduil’s complete lack of attention. “You will scald yourself and I have not even made the tea yet!”
“Sorry,” Thranduil mumbled, smiling slightly. In public he had managed to retain a respectable image, but in private his thoughts overtook him, until little else existed.
Shaking his head in despair, Galion added the hot water to the pot and the smell of tea drifted through the room. Once brewed, he set a cup in front of the king and stepped back quietly.
No sooner had he raised the cup to his lips than a messenger burst in, his face flushed with excitement. Only just managing not to drop the cup, Thranduil turned to see who had so rudely interrupted him.
“Forgive my abruptness my lord, but I thought you should know right away! A rider is coming – from Lothlórien! He is almost at our gates!”
His irritation and the tea forgotten, Thranduil wasted no time. He brushed past Galion and the messenger and hurried through the palace, barely maintaining his dignity. At last… he could not keep the smile from his face. Rúmil had returned to him at last.
He hurried into the courtyard just as the rider was dismounting. The Galadhel’s booted feet touched the ground and he turned to the king.
The smile vanished from Thranduil’s lips and the colour drained from his face. His heart, which had been pounding in anticipation suddenly clenched with fear as he beheld the grim countenance of the Elf before him.
“Orophin.”
END
OK, it may possibly need a sequel... *Ahem*
