Married To An Elf 13

Married To An Elf

Part 13

Posted: November 2, 2007
Title: Married To An Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë

Summary: Celebrations begin.

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Erestor sat back, content. The twins had returned in just enough time to help him dress for the ceremony, though the darkling elf could sense that things were still unresolved between the two. Not that he was surprised, but he could see that both Elladan and Elrohir had made a concerted effort to not let what was happening between them cast a shadow over the ceremony.

His gaze turned to Glorfindel. The seneschal was laughing at something that Legolas had said, and Erestor could only marvel – again – that the golden-haired warrior was now his mate. He sighed happily, and took a sip from the goblet of wine that was miraculously full every time he picked it up.

“You look almost jubilant, melethen,” a voice whispered in his ear.

Erestor turned and looked into the twinkling blue eyes of his mate. “Mayhap that is because I am,” he whispered back, giggling slightly. A hand swiftly reached out to stop Erestor from tipping the wine into his lap.

“Methinks, melethen, you have drunk more wine than you usually do.” Glorfindel’s voice could not hide his amusement.

Erestor stared at the goblet, seemingly absorbed, before turning his gaze to the golden-haired warrior. “I do believe you may be right,” he said in utter seriousness, and then gave a small hiccup. “Oh dear,” he said inanely, watching as Glorfindel removed the goblet from his hand and set it upon the table.

“What you need, melethen, is some sustenance. You have barely eaten anything. Wait here, and I shall bring you back a plate.”

The darkling elf watched as Glorfindel moved his way through the throngs of people, admiring how the cream-coloured leggings enhanced the very delectable backside encased in them. Erestor’s mouth watered. Yes, Glorfindel was right. The advisor definitely needed some sustenance, but not the kind that his mate thought the darkling elf needed.

When Glorfindel returned, he set the plate in front of Erestor. “Here. Elrond suggests you should also drink water from now on.”

Erestor smiled. “Elrond is such a good healer, is he not?”

Glorfindel blinked. “Of course he is, melethen.” He picked up one of the savoury pastries. “I have not seen you try one of these.”

“Oh, are you going to feed me?” Erestor asked happily.

The seneschal said nothing, instead guiding the pastry into Erestor’s mouth, only to stifle a groan as the darkling elf’s tongue flicked out to lick away the errant crumbs from Glorfindel’s fingers.

“Mmmm…delicious,” Erestor purred. He leaned towards Glorfindel, the crackling of parchment stopping him from actually kissing his mate. Pulling the now slightly creased parchment out from under him, Erestor laid it on the table.

Glorfindel stared at it a little curiously. “What is that?” he asked.

“Something I had written to read out,” Erestor said, his gaze now serious. “My thoughts, my feelings for you.”

“You were planning to read it out…when?”

“I was planning to do it after the binding ceremony, but now…” Erestor blushed slightly. “Now I think I should just let you read it instead. I do, after all, have a reputation to maintain, and reading this,” Erestor said, pointing to the parchment, “would more than likely put a serious dent in it.”

Glorfindel picked up the parchment and opened it, his eyes widening slightly as he read the contents. “Melethen,” the golden-haired warrior began, “if you had read this out loud to everyone here, you would have ruined your reputation beyond redemption.” He smiled. “I would much rather, ervainen vorn, if you actually *showed* me.”

“I think I can manage to do that, maethoren vain,” the darkling elf said, his eyes glinting with anticipation.

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Elvish translations:

ervainen vorn – my dark beautiful one
maethoren vain – my beautiful warrior
melethen – my love

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