Married To An Elf 22

Married To An Elf

Part 22

Posted: November 16, 2007
Title: Married To An Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë

Summary: Haldir asks something of Lothvaen, and the scribe needs to make a decision.

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Lothvaen watched as Haldir carefully honed his blade, readying it for his return to Lothlórien. “I will miss you,” the scribe said quietly, and the Marchwarden raised his head.

“Come with me,” Haldir said simply, laying the blade down on the bed. “Come with me,” he repeated. “Let me show you Lothlórien; let me show you that what we have is more than a simple relationship between two elves – that we are more than just lovers.”

Lothvaen looked at him. “You sense it too,” he whispered.

Haldir nodded. “I do. Did I not say that you belong to me just as I belong to you? You have my heart, pen-velui…and I think you know I have yours. I can only ask again: come with me. Share my life in Lothlórien. I know Celeborn is looking for a scribe, so you would not be without anything to do. Come,” Haldir pleaded. “Just these last two weeks have shown me that I no longer wish to be alone, and I do not think you want to be, either. Come.”

The scribe stared down at the floor. Since his realisation of what Haldir meant to him, he had also become aware of the distance that would separate the two of them when the Marchwarden returned to his home. Now that Haldir was suggesting that he go with him, Lothvaen was more than sorely tempted. But he was not sure what the reception would be if he suddenly showed up in Lothlórien.

“Pen-velui?”

Lothvaen raised his eyes. “Can I think about it?” he asked softly. “I know you are leaving tomorrow, but your asking me has taken me by surprise.”

“You worry about what some will think when their Marchwarden returns with a little scribe in his arms,” Haldir said, though his words were tempered with a smile.

“I am not little!” Lothvaen said indignantly. “I am nearly as tall as you!”

Haldir chuckled. “You may be nearly as tall as I, pen-velui, but it will be obvious to others that you are no warrior. They will call you little, whether you like it or not.”

“Is that why you are calling me thus, so I get used to it?” Lothvaen’s voice was a little peevish.

“Mayhap.” Haldir watched as various emotions flitted over the scribe’s face before it settled on one of resignation. “However,” the Marchwarden continued, “I will let them know that you are *my* little scribe. You have no idea how tempting and delectable you are pen-velui.” To prove his point, Haldir captured Lothvaen’s lips in a kiss that left the scribe in no doubt that Haldir believed what he said to be true.

“Still,” Lothvaen said a little breathlessly when they finished kissing, “still, I would like to think about it.”

“Very well,” Haldir conceded. “But you must let me know tonight, for when we leave, it will be as soon as we have broken our fast.” The Marchwarden looked at Lothvaen steadily. “If it will help make your decision any easier, pen-velui, I would ask if you would bind with me. I know,” he said quickly, seeing Lothvaen open his mouth, “that this is more than sudden, that we barely know each other, but I do not want to lose you, nor can I bear the thought of you being here while I am in Lothlórien.”

Lothvaen swallowed. “If anything, you have made my decision more difficult, Haldir. It is too soon to be thinking about binding ourselves. I want to be with you, yes, but I also want to get to know you a little more. You are right in that you say you have my heart but, please, do not rush me.”

Haldir gave a small smile. “Forgive me, pen-velui. I did not mean to make things difficult. I just want you with me. Will you at least think about coming to Lothlórien?”

Lothvaen nodded. “I will, and I will give you my answer tonight.” He gave Haldir a quick kiss. “I must go; I promised Erestor that I would find a scroll in the library for him.” Lothvaen started to make his way out the room, and then turned to face Haldir again. “I am free this afternoon if you would care to join me in a little nap,” he said, a little shyly.

Haldir’s eyebrows rose. “A nap?” he asked, bemused. “I am no doddering old human, *little* scribe, who requires a nap. However, I can think of much better things to while away the afternoon, should you be agreeable.” The glint in Haldir’s eyes left Lothvaen in no doubt what the Marchwarden really meant, and the scribe flushed slightly.

“Shall I meet you back here?” Lothvaen asked.

Haldir smiled. “I think that an excellent idea, pen-velui.”

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Elvish translations:

pen-velui – lovely one

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