Married To An Elf
Part 10
Posted: November 2, 2007
Title: Married To An Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë
Summary: Legolas threatens Lindir.
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“Have you seen my leggings?” Lindir looked about him, perplexed. He was sure he had left the leggings lying on the bed, but now they had disappeared.
“You draped them over the chair,” came the disembodied voice from the adjoining chamber. A short moment later, Legolas came into the room clad in a thin robe that left little to the imagination, a towel in his hand. The minstrel stopped to take in the sight.
“A pity you can not stay the way you are,” Lindir said huskily.
“Behave,” Legolas admonished, though there was a smile of pleasure on his face. “Can you imagine the scandal I would cause if I showed up at the ceremony wearing nothing but this robe?”
“All the other elves would be envious that I am the lucky one who has managed to ensnare you,” Lindir replied, walking up to Legolas and spreading open the robe to run his hands appreciatively over the prince’s chest.
Legolas took a shuddering breath. “Enough,” he managed to say, grasping the questing hands that had begun to move downwards.
Lindir pouted. “But I see something of *great* interest to me,” he said, glancing down at Legolas’ erection that was becoming rather noticeable.
Legolas shook his head in amusement before placing a swift kiss upon the pouting lips of his lover. “Seriously, Lindir, we must ready ourselves for the ceremony. There is very little time left.”
“But…”
“No ‘buts’, melethen. Now, I have told you where your leggings are; can you tell me where my circlet is?”
“I might know where it is.” There was an impish grin on Lindir’s face, and Legolas’ eyes narrowed as he watched Lindir move away.
“All right, what have you done with it?” he asked as he advanced upon the minstrel, flexing his fingers. Lindir caught the movement on Legolas’ hands and ran behind a chair.
“You do not mean to tickle me, do you?” Lindir asked a little fearfully.
There was a mischievous grin on Legolas’ face. “If it is required to get the information out of you, melethen, then I will.”
“But you know it will leave me a quivering mess! I will not be able to play a note later tonight.”
“Then you should have thought of that before you hid my circlet.”
“I have not hidden your circlet! I only said I might know where it is. Please, Legolas…”
Legolas stopped advancing upon Lindir and crossed his arms over his chest. “Then where is it?” he asked.
“Where you last left it?” Lindir said hopefully.
“Are you trying to trick me?” Legolas asked suspiciously.
Lindir shook his head. “I know you had it out of its box last night, but I am sure you put it back in again.”
“If it were in the box,” Legolas began patiently, “do you think I would be asking where it is?”
“Oh. It is not there?”
This time Legolas shook his head. “No, it is not.” He looked about him a little ruefully before adding, “And considering your penchant for strewing your things about, ‘tis no wonder I am not able to see it.”
“Shall I help you look for it?” Lindir asked in a small voice. Moments later, the minstrel found himself in a tight embrace.
“’Tis all right, merilinin dithen. I am not angry with you, just annoyed with myself for not having returned it to its rightful place,” Legolas soothed.
“But I am messy. It could take us ages before we find it,” Lindir countered.
“Then let us not waste any more time. We shall start with the table; it is where I took it out of its box. I am sure it is lying somewhere under those parchments.”
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Elvish translations:
melethen – my love
merilinin dithen – my little nightingale (I hope - please correct me if I’m wrong!)
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