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Fifteen Years	By : Ertia Category: -Multi-Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 14168 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Not my garden, I just play in it. Ah, but isn't it full of such lovely flowers to play with? But no sex this week, I'm sorry. We have plot development to wade through!

Fifteen Years

Chapter 14: New Home

Legolas woke to birdsong and smiled as he rose and stretched. Reaching into the wardrobe, he unpacked his small bag, unrolling fresh linen trousers and tunic. Out of habit, he reached to tie up his long blond hair, only remembering at the last second that it was no longer an option.
With a sigh, he brushed it out, then glanced into the mirror, his gaze falling on the ornate design of his collar. The prevalent mark of his father's signet caused homesickness to sing through him, and he allowed himself a moment to think on his home. Right now, they would be sitting down to breakfast. Laiamel would be on about something, and Maeldor would be chiding her. He wondered for a moment about Ferdal and his father, if they were happy and well. A knock at his door shook him from his thoughts and he opened it to find Illiene standing at his door.
"Good morning, Sarnlass!" She trilled, as she entered his rooms with no further invitation. "I've been ordered to see if you are well, and if you require a healer this morning?"
She raised on eyebrow at him suspiciously, and Legolas laughed at her, shaking her head. "Nay, but thank you. I am quite well."
Her lively eyes sought his in a shrewd look. "Are you certain? Our lord is quite...well, you wouldn't be the first who's needed a bit of looking after the next day!"
Legolas shook his head at her persistance but recalling the night before replied warmly, "I speak the truth, Illiene. I'm all right. He was quite careful."
At this Illiene laughed a glimmering laugh. "You adore him already, don't you?"
Legolas felt himself flushing. "What's not to like?" Then quickly, he changed the subject. "And what about you? From the sounds of it last night, you mayhaps need a healer yourself?"
This had the effect he'd hoped for and she had the good grace to curtsy while smiling coyly at him. "The Seneschal is energetic, for certain. It's a shame he's leaving on the 'morrow. I quite enjoyed myself!"
Legolas winked at her, his good humor returning in total. "Good to hear, for I got hardly a hint of rest with the racket you two made." He ducked away as she aimed a good-natured spank at his rear and asked, "Now, where does one find breakfast around here?"
"We eat in the kitchens. I hear R�mil is to show you around today. I do hope you enjoy archery." and here she rolled her eyes, "It's all he ever talks about."

"Then we should get along wonderfully." Legolas replied, ignoring the growling of his stomach. Illiene was already leading the way out the door and down the steps to a room on the ground level where the scents of baking bread assaulted him, making him more than aware that he hadn't eaten since the afternoon before.
The aforementioned elf was already waiting for them. His forest green uniform matched his eyes, and his pale yellow hair was knotted into warriors braids. He was leaning casually against a table, with a nut roll in one hand and an apple in the other. He greeted them with a smile. "Good morning, Courtesans!"
"Good morning, Warden R�mil." Illiene said formally, seating herself at the long kitchen table. Legolas followed her example and was pleased when R�mil settled opposite them. He was even more pleased however, when the cook appeared and dropped a full tray in front of them.
"I was asked to show you around today, Sarnlass. I thought we could start with the libraries."
At the face Legolas made, R�mil laughed. "And then, maybe you'd care to see the armory? And the practice fields?"
"That would be more to my liking." Legolas replied, a smile on his face.

They had toured the libraries and the weaver hall, before making their way to the armory.
R�mil opened a cabinet inscribed with the word Courtesan. "Your weapons were put here when you arrived, as were Feanal's. Ah, I see he must be on the practice fields."
Legolas looked and was pleased to see his bow and quiver, as well his oak handled long knives.
"Do you care to spare?" R�mil asked, "I'm reasonably good with twin knives."
Legolas swung his blade harness over his shoulder with a grin. "Lead the way, Warden!"
R�mil fetched his own blades and they made their way to a well-trampled glade. As they arrived, the clang of steel on steel told them that someone else was already there, but neither of them were prepared for what they found when they arrived.
Haldir, in full armor, was sparring with Feanal. Feanal's chest was bare, as were his feet. They both wielded broadswords of shining steel. Feanal was holding own well enough, but it was clear from the March Warden's stance that Feanal would have to give soon.
Haldir stood back and shook his head. "Raise your blade higher, keep the edge close to your body. Block blows, don't just throw them!"
They watched as Feanal took a deep breath and raised his sword higher, only to have it instantly beaten down again beneath a rain of blows that the sturdiest of warriors would have had difficulty defending against. With more brute force than finesse Haldir knocked the weapon from Feanal's hands and grabbed his wrist to bring him to the ground.
"You'll have to do better than that, Courtesan!" Haldir's tone was near to mocking as the black haired elf pushed back to his feet.
Legolas and R�mil exchanged helpless glances before R�mil's face settled in determination and, handing Legolas his long knives, he strode forward, calling out, "Perhaps you just need a tougher challenge, brother! You should be thankful that I'm here!"
Feanal's relief was quickly masked as he picked up his sword and handed it to the Warden. Haldir laughed aloud, "Well, little brother! Let us see if you can beat me today."
Feanal quickly walked away as the two brothers saluted each other and fell to with a ringing of steel. Legolas watched them, fascinated as always by the skill and speed of true warriors, but he glanced over as Feanal dropped to the greensward near his feet.
"Are you well, Feanal?"
Feanal opened one eye and glared at him. "Oh, aye, quite well. I'm under orders not to speak with you."
Legolas started at that. "He's dictated who may and may not speak to?"
Feanal nodded, glaring at him again.
"He goes to far." Legolas told Feanal calmly, his eyes on the sparring match between the brothers. "He hasn't struck you, has he?"
Feanal shook his head, but repeated. "I'm not supposed to talk to you."
Legolas thought for a moment, then cajoled, "You aren't talking. I am talking, and you are listening and occasionally gesturing. He hasn't hit you?"
Feanal frowned, but tossed his head from side to side once.
"What happened last eve before dinner? Did you displease him somehow?" Legolas was curious, but at the same time, he felt bad for Feanal. If the MarchWarden was stepping outside the bounds of fair treatment, perhaps something could be done.

Feanal whispered, keeping his eyes straight ahead. "I've done nothing, Courtesan. Some of us are not so priveleged to have fine lords and ladies to look after us, you know."
"Feanal? He hasn't ... well... hurt you, has he?" Legolas tried once more.

Feanal gave a mirthless snort, his eyes black in the mid-day sun. "He hasn't even touched me. So far, I've oiled his weapons, polished his armor, made his bed, swept his talan, groomed his horse, fetched his breakfast..." His words ended with a bitter hiss. "He wants a bloody house servant, not a body servant."
Legolas cringed at the venom in Feanal's voice. If Haldir hadn't mistreated him, there were no grounds for recourse. He stood silently, arms crossed, watching the brothers spar, wondering what he could possibly say to ease Feanal's trouble.
For all that Haldir was the taller and stronger, R�mil was the lighter and also the quicker. They were evenly matched, their different fighting styles blending with the ease of long practice together. As last, Haldir made a sudden lunge and R�mil was forced back, trying to brush Haldir's blade away with the flat of his own sword. With a swift movement, Haldir twisted his sword and R�mil's weapon sailed through the air to land harmlessly in the grass.
R�mil gasped at the sudden disarmament, and only one who knew him well could have guessed at his expression. In the second before Haldir started to drop his blade, assuming his brothers surrender, R�mil dove beneath it, catching Haldir around the knees and knocking him to his back, his sword flung over his head as he strove to catch his balance. In full armor, it was hardly an option and he toppled backwards.
Sitting on Haldir's chest, holding his sword arm pinned above his head, R�mil gave him a wicked grin. "Do you yield, Brother?"
Haldir's laughter rang through the clearing. "Not fair! I taught you that trick!"
R�mil answered with his own laughter, standing up to offer his brother his hand. "And I learned it well, did I not?"
Haldir brushed the dust from his trousers with a grin. "Too well."
Clapping him on the shoulder, R�mil led the way to where Legolas and Feanal sat, clearly not speaking to each other. The lightly panting Elf gave Legolas an apologetic look. "I hope you don't mind, Sarnlass. I'm a bit tired for sparring now."
Legolas gave a good natured smile. "Not to worry, Warden R�mil. Perhaps you'd care to try your hand on the archery field instead?"
Haldir looked at his brother and then back to the courtesan. "You do realize, Courtesan, that my brother is the best archer in the Realm?"

Legolas ignored the biting tone and simply nodded. "I've heard he enjoys the art, as do I. I'm only speaking a bit of practice, not a competition." Courteously, he invited, "Would you care to join us, March Warden Haldir?"
Haldir shook his head. "Nay, I've work to do. Come, Feanal."
As Haldir strode away, head high, Feanal followed him quietly, shooting one last glare back at Legolas.
Legolas sighed as he met R�mil's eye, but said nothing, mulling over the entire transaction in his head. R�mil gave him a sad look, shaking his head. "It isn't personal, Courtesan Sarnlass. Much has happened here of which you are unaware." Then R�mil's voice deepened a bit, "Although he's never been a particularly gleeful Elf, I worry that my brother is turning bitter. I feel for Feanal."
Legolas nodded, "As do I, WardenR�mil. Now, what say you to a bit of archery?"
The gleeful smile thatR�milturned to Legolas told him everything he needed to know.

Ta da

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Thank you to all of my dear readers! I'm afraid I'm on a tight schedule this week (headed to see the family for Easter Weekend) so I can't acknowledge everyone individually but I want to welcome BoyBeaterBlue on board, and say Glad You're Enjoying!
I have no intention of stopping before the end of our tale, I promise.
Also I must say,
MorierBlackleaf, you are and always will be one of my favorite readers! (and favorite authors as well!) I send you hugs, chocolate and a naked Elladan to do with exactly whatever you wish! I shall NEVER forget to acknowledge you again! I promise! *calls Celeborn to see if maybe he can spare a few Galadhrim from the fences as an appeasal gift for Morier*
ps- Soda, the closest I could come to soda in Elven is Espalassnen, which roughly translates to foaming water. There is also foam-water, Thalthnen. And I'll rescue Legolas & Glorfindel in "More Serious Elf" soon... I will... as soon as I figure out how...
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