To Rescue An Elf
Part 5
Posted: January 4, 2008
Title: To Rescue an Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë
Summary: Haldir is worried.
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Sated, Lothvaen lay on the bed, a satisfied smile on his lips. Haldir eyed his lover, feeling more than a little pleased with himself. His fingers gently touched the red marks around Lothvaen’s wrists where the Galadhel had tied him to the bed, a smile on his lips. His eyes travelled down the scribe’s body, memorising every possible detail so they could sustain him when he was once more at the borders.
“What are you thinking of?” Lothvaen murmured sleepily, his eyes half-closed.
“Thinking of how much I love you, and will miss you when I am on patrol.”
“And I will miss you too – more than you will ever know.” Lothvaen’s eyes were now wide open and staring at Haldir, his love for the Marchwarden shining clearly.
“I am a little worried about your visiting the human settlement,” Haldir confessed as he lay down next to Lothvaen.
“Why?” the scribe wanted to know. “We are only delivering a trade agreement. It is not as if I am taking a voyage across the sea.”
“I know,” Haldir said quietly. “But it will be your first visit.”
Lothvaen was puzzled. “What does that have anything to do with it?” he asked. “Do you not trust mortals?”
“I find that they sometimes have…an unhealthy fascination with elves, pen-velui. Please, just be careful.”
Lothvaen smiled. “Of course I will be careful. We will only be staying one night at an inn which Berendirith assures me is reputable – well, as reputable as it could possibly be, with mortals running it, according to him – and returning the next morning. I may even see you at the borders when we return.”
“I will make sure that I see *you*, pen-velui. The only way I will know you are safe is if I see you with my own eyes.”
Lothvaen snuggled up against Haldir, smiling. “I will be perfectly safe, Haldir. Berendirith is able to use a sword, and he told me we are being accompanied by your brother Rúmil and another Galadhel called Caegaran.”
Haldir reared up. “Caegaran?”
“Aye,” Lothvaen said, slightly puzzled by his lover’s reaction.
“Be very careful with Caegaran, Lothvaen,” Haldir said seriously. “He is a competent warrior, but I do not trust him. Do not let him influence you in any way.”
“I do not understand, Haldir. What do you mean?”
Haldir shook his head. “In many ways you are still an innocent, pen-velui – far too innocent for the likes of Caegaran, for numerous stories abound about his particular liking for the young and the innocent though, truthfully, none of them have been truly substantiated. Yet I am wary of him, and careful with whom he is placed with. So promise me that you will stay clear of him.”
Silently Lothvaen contemplated the serious expression on his lover’s face. “I promise,” he said finally. “But I shall have your brother looking out for me.”
“A small consolation,” Haldir said. “Nevertheless, I shall speak to Rúmil before I return to the borders.” The Marchwarden rose from the bed. “Now up, you sluggard, for we will need to change the bedding before we leave, as we can not leave them in the state they are in.”
“Sluggard!” Lothvaen yelped. “I have you know I work very hard in everything I do!”
Haldir’s lips curved into a smile. “Oh, I can certainly attest to that,” he said. “In fact, one can safely say that in some things you work very *hard* indeed…”
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Elvish translations:
pen-velui – lovely one
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