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Path of Honor	By : IdrilsSecret Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1995 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Three

Over the course of the next several days, Túron and I met in well lit, busy places like the dining hall or the library. I made sure that our time together was spent in the eyes of others, to dismiss any presumptions that Raenor might have tried to throw upon me. This slight setback did not deter my growing feelings for Túron. I enjoyed his company very much. We had more in common than one might think between a soldier and a servant, though I was sure he was destined for something more. His father had been a scribe in Rivendell. I’d asked him about it, wondering if he might follow in his father’s footsteps. Túron always skirted the issue. There were still many things I didn’t know about him, and he was not very open to divulging any of it. In time, perhaps he would feel more secure.
Tonight, we had enjoyed a lovely performance by some of Lothlórien’s most talented minstrels. The hall was filled, brimming with elves who had come out for an evening’s entertainment. Túron and I arrived early enough that we procured two seats, not center, but in a decent enough place. Actually, it was an alcove. We’d have no one sitting on one side of us. And behind our seats was a dividing screen, separating this section of the hall from the one behind us to allow room for guests to come and go as they pleased. The large room was decorated beautifully, with low lanterns hanging from the bows of the trees above. They gave off a soft light that reminded me of fireflies. And the scent of lavender and sage was very pleasant. There were tufts of it strategically placed around the hall.
Refreshments were located near the entryways. Túron and I had taken up our glasses earlier, but they were empty now. Wine servers were floating around the hall, refilling goblets, but I did not see anyone close to us. We would have to wait.
I glanced sideways and wondered. “I would have thought you to be employed for this event.”
“I was supposed to be, but I asked for a reprieve.” Túron lifted his empty glass, and then turned a furrowed brow. “If I had been, your glass would be full.”
“If you had been, we would not be enjoying this delightful evening,” I reminded him. He smiled and I couldn’t help but watch those ruby lips, wishing I could taste them again. “Túron, these past few evenings have been wonderful, but I find myself wanting to see more of you. Will you join me tomorrow, perhaps for the noontime meal, or just tea if it pleases you?”
He answered without meeting my eyes. “I wish that I could, but my days are quite filled. Besides, I thought we must be discreet. Aren’t you afraid that people might talk?”
By people, I knew he meant Raenor. “There is no rule saying two friends cannot spend time in each other’s company.”
“Friends?” Túron said with a cynical expression.
The musicians were still behind the curtain, tuning their instruments and warming up. The seats around us were still empty, and they would possibly remain that way until the better viewing areas were filled. We had time to speak openly without being overheard. “You know what I mean,” I answered.
Just then, the screen behind us jostled. “Rúmil? Let you off the base, did they? I would have thought you’d be too busy for an evening of merriment, especially now that you’ve been made Captain.”
I turned to find Beldor peeking over the temporary wall. I wouldn’t exactly describe him as a friend, though we did meet as friends on occasion. Beldor was an acquaintance, but on a more personal level. “You confuse me with my brothers perhaps,” I jested. “I still manage to find time for myself.”
“Good to know,” Beldor answered, his eyes gleaming into mine. He glanced towards Túron and then back to me.
“Allow me to introduce an old friend of mine,” I said to Túron. “Beldor.”
Túron smiled to the screen behind us. “Nice to meet you, Beldor. I am Túron.”
Beldor gave Túron a critical eye, but only briefly. He would never do anything to jeopardize me. However, he was my lover on occasion, and though we had no commitment, he could be a bit jealous. I thought it best to make this introduction brief. “I see you are out for a bit of merriment yourself.”
“The harpist is phenomenal. I never miss a performance,” Beldor replied, but his vision kept drifting to Túron. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be nosy, but … have we ever met before?”
Túron seemed a bit nervous suddenly. I thought he must be thinking about us being seen together in public, and that whole fiasco with Raenor. I don’t think he was used to having to keep secrets, so I answered for him.
“Túron has worked as a server for numerous events. Perhaps that is where you might have seen him before.” I gave Beldor a harsh glare, and he understood my meaning instantly.
“I believe you are correct then. That must explain it,” he said politely. Túron smiled and nodded in agreement, but I could see that he wished Beldor would just leave. “Well,” Beldor continued. “I must go and claim a decent seat before they are all gone. You seem not to have found such a good location. If I find a better place, shall I save them and wave you over?”
I smiled most cordially. “Thank you, but we are comfortable where we are.”
Beldor looked around him, noticing the aisle that we had access to. “Ah, I see your point. You’ll be the first ones to leave at the end of the performance. Smart thinking. Well then, enjoy. And, Rúmil, don’t be a stranger.” With that said, he was gone, swallowed up in the crowd of elves rushing to take their seats.
Túron was silent beside me. I wondered what he was thinking, but I didn’t have to wonder long. “An old friend, you say?”
“We go back a ways, yes.” I could feel the heat rise on my cheeks. There was more silence.
“You know,” Túron finally said. “For someone who wants to be discreet, you seem to have a most flamboyant friend.”
“Well, we don’t normally meet under such circumstances, and if we do, it’s a rule that we remain within reasonable acknowledgement of each other.”
“Hmm,” Túron mumbled. That was all he said for a while. In the meantime, a wine server came around. Túron took his, and I took two for myself. My nerves were rattled, but the full flavored red took the edge off, especially when I drank them with gusto. When I glanced at Túron, he was smirking.
“What?” I said defensively.
He leaned towards me and spoke quietly. “You two are lovers.” It was not a question.
“On occasion.”
“And I take it that the ‘occasion’ has not presented itself for a while now?” he hinted.
“It has been a long while,” I admitted.
“Happens to the best of us,” he said, and when I looked in his direction, Túron was smiling impishly. “All the better for me then.”
“You seem rather sure of yourself.” I liked the playful banter between us. It made my body warm in certain places. “I hardly know you.”
“That’s because we have not had the ‘occasion,’” he jested. “And now is neither the time nor the place.”
“Then perhaps we better find a place and make the time.” That was the wine talking, as well as other things that had a mind of their own.
“Why, Captain,” Túron said with mock surprise. “Are you suggesting that . . .” He leaned in close, pretending to hand me something so that those around us would not find our behavior suspicious. “. . . that we abandon our original plans and make our own version of merriment?”
“That depends on whether or not you agree.”
“Oh, I do … wholeheartedly. Shall we go now, before the entertainment begins?”
It was a perfect time to leave, while many elves still came and went. We wouldn’t be missed, neither would we draw attention since there were so many wandering around. “I believe some form of entertainment has already started,” I said as I stood to leave. Túron followed and we left the hall. I finished the last of the wine, and set my glass on a table just outside the doorway. With the warmth of the wine purling in my stomach, and the heat of my blood pulsating in lower regions, I led Túron to my home.
* * * * *
To say Túron was a wonderful lover was somewhat of an understatement. He was gentle, thorough, attentive to my needs, and not hesitant to tell me his. We remained in a state of bliss all night. Now, in the predawn hours, as he slept against my side, I wondered what would happen next. I’d begun feeling a connection to Túron. He could be more than just another stop along my path, but I wasn’t sure how he felt. It was not easy being with a soldier, and especially a Captain. Could we make this work? Would he want to? As I watched him in his slumber, I studied the curve of his shoulder, the length of his arms, and the smoothness of his skin. I took in the scent that was his, earth and green. His dark hair cascaded over his pillow, flowing like a temptable river, provoking me to drown in its softness, rousing me with the very thought. It had blanketed my thighs earlier in the evening, before we became intimately familiar with each other in other ways. I’d felt those lips in more places than on my own, and I wished to return the favor. What better way to be awakened in the morning, I smiled to myself.
I slipped out of the covers, careful not to wake him. Then I proceeded to lick the salt of his skin, the pebbling of his nipple, the slight muscling of abdomen, and lower until I reached my final destination. Only half aroused, I began my ministrations, and when he was finally at full attention, I took him in, and reveled in the taste of his solidness covered by satiny flesh upon my tongue. Túron moaned and arched his back, hips gyrating as he woke from his reverie. My silver hair draped over one of his thighs, where my hand squeezed and kneaded the flexing muscle. Túron might be a servant, but he had the body of one who stayed active. I wondered what he did in his spare time.
His cries became louder as he pulsated, ballocks drawing up, ready to unleash himself. I coaxed him, increasing my movements. His hands pushed on the back of my head, and I knew he was ready to surrender. And at last, I drank him in, swallowing, savoring that which was unique to him alone, until he was devoid of his essence. Then I abandoned my post and came to rest at his side. His breathing was erratic, and I soothed him with my hand upon his chest. His breath came easier after a while, and he smiled. He gave a satisfied laugh, and I knew I’d done my job well.
“Good morning,” I purred.
“Very good at that. I wish to be awakened every day in this manner. You have an amazing talent, Rúmil.” Túron rolled to his side.
“I was just thinking the same thing,” I said, and adjusted so that we fit together better.
“What, that you are talented?” he jested.
I sank my teeth into the flesh of his shoulder, causing him to flinch. “No, wise arse, about waking together.” He remained silent, and I feared that I’d revealed too much. “I’ve spoken too soon,” I whispered.
“No. No, it’s not that.” His hand squeezed my thigh as he tried to save the moment, but I could tell that he was uncomfortable.
“It’s alright. You don’t have to say anything else. Just pretend I didn’t say it.”
“But you did say it.”
I looked up into his vivid blue eyes, finding fear, but also understanding. “Sometimes I can’t help myself. I enjoy your company, Túron. I like being with you. I’m comfortable around you. I know you’ll not do anything to harm me.”
“You are very trusting.”
“Should I have a reason to worry?” I asked. He turned his head and looked towards the window, avoiding my question. “Túron?”
He regained himself, and smiled before looking at me, as though he was gearing up for something. “The truth is, Rúmil that you don’t know me, and I don’t know you.”
“Well yes, but I’ve always been a very good judge of character,” I argued playfully. His seriousness was not diminishing.
“What I mean is, there are things you do not know about me. In time, I hope that we will learn more about each other, and when you know my secrets, you will still want me. But for right now–”
“Wait,” I interrupted. “You said, ‘in time’. Does this mean you want to stay around?”
He gave me a quizzical look just then. “Where would I be going?” Then he paused and awareness came to the forefront of his thinking. “Oh … ohh,” he said, dragging the word out long. “You thought that I wanted to be nothing more than one of your liaisons … like Beldor? Is that it?”
“Well, I don’t know. I guess I did. I mean … nothing has ever worked outside of … that. I’m a soldier, Túron. You know my situation.”
“I do, very much so. I told you, my brothers are soldiers in Imladris. I know the laws, maybe a little too well.”
I furrowed my brows at his comment. “What do you–?”
He bent towards me and captured my lips, sharing my breath, silencing my inquiry. When he drew away, he looked deep into my eyes and smiled. “All in good time, but not now. I’m enjoying this morning too much to journey into my past.”
“You are an unusual elf, Túron.”
“Good,” he laughed. “So, what is on your agenda today?”
“Nothing actually.” The next two days were a reprieve for the soldiers as well as the new recruits. “I am to meet with my brothers this evening, but my day is free. And you?”
“Nothing,” he said slyly.
“You did not work last night for the performance, and now today also? You are not deliberately taking leave are you?” The last thing I wanted was to be the reason why he was slacking.
“Tomorrow I work. Today was already a scheduled day off. Last night, I requested. All is well.”
“So what shall we do today then?” I asked.
“Oh, I’m sure we’ll come up with something,” he answered, and I felt his readiness against my thigh. Needless to say, we spent the day in each other’s intimate company.
* * * * *
I met Haldir and Orophin for an evening of wine and conversation. We’d all been so busy with our troops that we had hardly spent any time together. Haldir hosted the evening at his home. It was a modest setting, the small living quarters of an officer who was hardly ever there, a place to take a quiet meal, to sleep, and to entertain a minimal amount of guests, or a willing elleth. I could tell someone had been here recently, probably last evening. My nose detected a hint of tuberose and the ghostly scent something more sensual. My older brother kept his affairs very private, perhaps as secretive as I kept mine, but without the danger of discovery. Haldir was not ready to settle down with anyone, but he had the same wants and needs as anyone else.
We each took our usual seat, Haldir in his chair, and Orophin and I on the settee. The wine was particularly enjoyable. It was a sweet red, and when I closed my eyes, I visualized the flavor of dark berries such as blackberry and black cherry. I swirled it in my glass and watched how it stained the sides. A delectable vintage to be sure. We were not going anywhere any time soon, and so I let myself indulge for a change. Tomorrow was another free day. If I gave way to the wine, then that was alright. I had no one to report to in the morning.
I couldn’t help but notice Haldir’s somber mood. He wasn’t the chattiest of us three, but he did enjoy sitting back and listening to Orophin and me as we told in detail recent events. Orophin was telling us about one certain soldier in his regiment who thought a little too highly of himself. He had taken his talk a bit too far, and his Captain—that that would be Orophin—challenged him. It ended badly for the young soldier, who was at that very moment restringing the trainees’ bows. I laughed as Orophin explained the youth’s face when he realized what punishment lay ahead of him. When I glanced over at Haldir, his eyes were focused beyond the walls of his home, deep in thought, and not paying attention to the conversation. I nudged Orophin with my elbow and nodded in Haldir’s direction. We watched him as he was oblivious to anything we had just said. Orophin made a face and sighed.
“What is it, brother?” he asked, but Haldir didn’t respond at first. I cleared my throat a few times, and he finally looked up in our direction.
“I’m sorry. You were saying?” Haldir said.
“You are distracted tonight. What is bothering you?” I asked.
He lifted his glass to his lips, paused, and then took a healthy sip before he spoke. “Old rivalries seemed to have sprung up.”
“And what has Raenor done this time,” Orophin asked dryly.
“He hasn’t done a thing. That is the problem.” Haldir’s ire was evident in his tone. He sat his glass down rather hastily, and moved to the edge of his chair, hands folded together. “He’s always stirring something up, especially at this time, but it has been too quiet … too uneventful. I think he is up to something much more devious than before, and I don’t like it one bit.”
Ever since Haldir was promoted to his current position, Raenor had tried to find ways to discredit him, or force him into some kind of failure. He’d tried spreading rumors about Haldir behaving despicably towards his troops, but no one believed the lies being told. Everyone knew that Haldir ruled with a firm, but fair hand. There had been other incidents, but Raenor never could tarnish Haldir’s reputation. My brother was always a step ahead, prepared for anything that his rival might throw at him.
This ridiculous feud went back much further than between Haldir and Raenor. Our father and his had been in a similar situation, jealous of each other’s accomplishments. Father had always been the better of the two, and Raenor’s father could hardly stand being second. Often times, I felt that we were pushed hard because our ada wanted to continue what he had started. And another generation of competitors was born, most of it falling to Haldir. Orophin and I were not as competitive, nor were we our family’s namesake. That title fell to Haldir, the oldest.
For the most part, it was harmless, until recent years when Raenor’s challenges and attacks were on a more personal level. Nothing worked, though, and he became more aggressive. Haldir was prepared. Nothing would get in his way, especially now that he had become March Warden of the Northern Guard. I couldn’t understand Raenor’s strife with my brother. He had moved up the ranks, but with the Eastern Guard. It wasn’t the largest unit in the army, but they were just as important. And when it came to war, there shouldn’t be any separation between the different armies. Still, during these days leading up to the Choosing, the individual Guards could be a bit competitive.
“Perhaps Raenor has finally matured, and he is tired of petty squabbles,” Orophin offered as a way to alleviate Haldir’s meager disposition.
Haldir shook his head. “I don’t know, but something is amiss. Has he approached either one of you?” He looked to me and then to Orophin as he waited for an answer.
“I haven’t seen or heard anything from him,” Orophin answered.
“I saw him in the gardens the other evening, him and his brother, Gúdir. Raenor was trying to gain the attention of an elleth.” I decided not to tell them is was Lennil, the elleth from the festival. I didn’t feel like discussing my personal life.
“What happened?” Orophin asked eagerly.
“I didn’t much care for his insistence with her, and I stayed within earshot, just in case. Unfortunately, I had to intervene. I told him to leave the elleth alone. He didn’t like my meddling, he called it. We exchanged a few words, and finally he left.”
“When was this?” Haldir asked.
“I don’t know. A couple weeks ago, I guess,” I answered.
Haldir knitted his brows in my direction. “You should not involve yourself in Raenor’s business. Do you understand?” he said harshly.
“I wasn’t going to let him harass her. He was not obeying her objections,” I defended myself. “Besides, I can handle myself with Raenor. He’s nothing but a bully.”
“He has a way of twisting things and making them into something that could come back on you,” Haldir said with a warning tone.
“What were you doing at the gardens anyways?” Orophin smiled fiendishly. “Were you with the elleth from the dance? Her sister told me how fond of you she was.” So much for my personal life staying personal.
And now began the unending questions and hints about who I should court. I never could seem to get away from their matchmaking, but I’d become an expert at handling it so that they gave up easily, and moved on to other subjects. My brothers would inquire about this elleth or that, give their opinion as to whether she was a worthy contingent or not, settle on one individual, and then push their opinions onto me while attacking the matter of my unending bachelorhood. I would go along with their suggestions, raise an eyebrow here and there, mention her good qualities, and in the end find a reason why it would not work. Once I had them thoroughly convinced that they were wrong, they would move on and forget about my personal life, or lack thereof. Besides, they didn’t have much argument about the subject, being single and unattached themselves.
This situation was different, since the elleth with Raenor was the same one who had attended the festival with me. Orophin was nosing around my business again, and like always, I had to come up with a way to avoid him. “No, I wasn’t alone, but I was not with an elleth. I was with a friend of mine.”
“Is he in the Northern Guard? Perhaps I know him,” Haldir said.
“He is not a soldier. He is a servant.”
“You’ve made friends with a servant?” Orophin said in a tone that I found to be unflatteringly conceited.
“That is a bit rude, don’t you think?” I countered. “Yes, he is a servant, and he is quite good at it, too.” Among other things. “We met at the festival the other evening, and struck up a conversation.” As I spoke, they both studied me with confused countenances. I stopped and regarded each of them in turn. “Do you not have acquaintances outside of the army?”
Haldir and Orophin looked at each other, and then back at me. Haldir shrugged his shoulders, no longer concerned. Orophin gave me a curious look and said, “I do, but I don’t go strolling through the gardens with them.”
I laughed to cover my nervousness. “I had gone to the gardens for a bit of relaxation, and came upon him along one of the pathways. We remembered each other from the previous evening, had an enjoyable walk, and a friendship developed. Do you have a problem with that, Orophin? Or am I not allowed to have any friends now that I am a Captain?” Try as hard as I might, I could not keep my voice from rising in anger.
“Come now, Oro,” Haldir interrupted, using the nickname he’d given our brother when he was just an elfling. It embarrassed him to be called by such, and when used, was usually implied that he was behaving childishly. Haldir had a way of letting us know these kinds of things without saying it aloud. “You know as well as I, Rúmil has always been the one to make friends easiest. And they are not always soldiers like your friends.”
Orophin took a long sip from his glass, not looking at either of us. “I don’t see the point,” he said with the glass still in front of his lips.
I didn’t want to discuss Túron anymore and decided to return the conversation back towards Haldir. “So, why are you so suspicious of Raenor? I would think it a good thing that he has not tried ruining your life.”
Haldir stood from his chair and went to the hearth. He had lit a fire at the beginning of the evening, but by now it had reduced to glowing embers. He bent and picked up some wood, tossing it into the mouth of the fireplace. “Well,” he started slowly, getting his thoughts together. “I can’t help but think that if he is not putting his attention on me, then where is he focusing it on? I’ve known Raenor all my life, and he never attacks from the shadows. He always comes at me directly, and I see him coming. He’s changed tactics this time, I think. It makes me very concerned. I don’t like to be surprised, and I haven’t the slightest idea what he is about.”
“I think he’s given up,” Orophin said. “He is March Warden of the Eastern Guard now. He’s accomplished his goal, same as you. You know the two of you are equals, even if you don’t get along.”
“It’s true,” I agreed. “I never understood the rivalry anyways. You are both excellent at what you do.”
“We are too much alike,” Haldir said with a darkened tone. “Same as our fathers were.”
No one ever explained that part of my father’s past. I knew that there was animosity between them, but I never knew why. Whenever I asked about it, my brothers would change the subject quickly, or tell me I was too young to understand.
“Well, stay cautious, but don’t let it invade your life,” I advised. “That could be his strategy this time. He knows you’ll be expecting something, and if he does nothing, it could mean your insanity.”
The corner of Haldir’s mouth quirked up into a smile. “I highly doubt I will be so affected, but I thank you all the same.”
* * * * *
Several days later, there was a dance social, and though my brothers could not attend, I decided to go myself. Showing unaccompanied was a risk, but one I was willing to take. My reason … Túron was a wine server for the occasion, and I had not seen him since the night we’d spent together; duty called for both of us. It was not a very convenient way to spend time together, but I was finding it more and more difficult to stay away from him. Being absent from one another had been difficult. It had been almost a week, and I needed to see his lovely face with my own eyes, not from memory. The fact was, I thought I was falling for him, and I was pretty sure he was for me too. We hadn’t admitted to anything. It was a delicate subject, to say the least. I had never felt so at ease with someone, unafraid to be myself in his presence.
The hall was beautifully decorated with ivy swags and bright lanterns. Purple was the theme, as there were flowers of all shades and species, and it smelled sweet and succulent. The room was abuzz with elves chatting, laughing and making merriment. More than a few pairs of feminine eyes spotted me, alone, and I could see their minds working as to how to gain my attention. Of course, I was here with only one goal in mind, to see Túron. I wanted to sit in his section, but the evening hadn’t commenced just yet, and everyone was still standing and making their acquaintances. The servers wouldn’t come out of the kitchens until everyone was settled. I decided to stay at the edge of the gathering, out of the center of conversations and unattached ellith. For now I just wanted to observe, and see who might be in attendance tonight.
There were only a few military, none of them from the higher ranks such as myself. None of them were from my regiment. Still, I had to play the part and keep up appearances, and that meant not being seen as too friendly with Túron. I was actually looking forward to it. I knew just how to walk on the edge of danger. My plan, I hoped, was to get Túron into such a frenzied state of secret lust, that he would have no choice but to come home with me once he was off duty, where we could ravage each other until the break of dawn. And then I would tell him my feelings, and hope I was met with a positive response.
A line of servants emerged from the kitchen, signaling the beginning of the evening’s events. They were all dressed similarly, in lavender robes tied with a blue sash and slippers to match. The servants wore their hair long, but tied back with a leather thong. The women wore a crown of lilac, the men a simple ribbon worn like a circlet adorning their foreheads. The first servants carried out a large wooden plank with a full roasted boar positioned on its belly wreathed with greens, apples and grapes. It smelled delectable and my stomach growled with anticipation as I watched the next servants bring steaming bowls of vegetables and baskets of bread. Finally, the wine servants flowed from the double doors in pairs. Each one carried a silver tray with full glasses in one hand, and a bouquet of flowers tied with a purple ribbon with the other.
I stepped forward to hopefully catch Túron’s eye, and felt someone brush up against me, taking hold of my arm. I glanced down and found a very pretty elleth with hazel eyes and an impish smile. Bold, I thought to myself.
“Good evening, Captain,” she said with confidence that I wouldn’t pull away from her hold.
“My lady,” I returned with a bow. When I looked up, Túron was standing in front of me.
“Wine, Captain?” he asked. Then he handed the bouquet to the elleth beside me, as was custom. “For the lady,” he said cordially. He retrieved a glass from his tray and handed it to me. “And for her most handsome accompaniment.”
“Thank you,” I replied, and set my eyes on him. He couldn’t return my steamy gaze, or the elleth would see, but she was too busy burying her nose in the sweet smelling flowers. I sipped from my glass, and he dared a curving of the corner of his mouth. “As usual, a very full bodied flavor. The kind that is deserving of slow savor.”
The elleth at my elbow looked up from the flowers and smiled. “I’ll have a glass.”
Túron gave her a glass, bowed his head and turned to go about his duty, but I had one last thing to say. “You will be keeping our glasses full?”
“It would be my pleasure, Captain, if you’ll not mind sitting close to the dance floor. That is my station for the evening.”
I bowed and Túron was gone. The game was on. Now to find another unsuspecting soul to pass the elleth on to. As luck would have it, there was no one without company in the vicinity. So I led her to the tables, pulled her chair out and helped her to her seat. Before I sat with her, I stood at her side. “You seem to know who I am, my lady, but I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.”
“My name is Calithil. Perhaps you know my sister, Lennil,” she said with a sly tone.
“Why yes, of course.” I was already wary of this elleth.
I took my seat anyways, as was proper and looked around for Túron, but he was nowhere in sight. Then I felt my hand lift as it was hugged tight to her cleavage. “That was a very brave thing you did for my sister the other night, in the gardens.”
“You mean the incident with Raenor?” I responded, and felt her grip loosen. I pulled my hand safely away.
“I warned her to stay away from that ellon, but she would not listen. I wonder though, why she was with him and not you. Do you not find Lennil appealing?” Calithil asked nosily.
“Your sister is delightful, but it was a mutual understanding that we found no more interest in each other than that of friendship. However, I agree that she should have thought twice before choosing Raenor for company,” I assented.
“Well, sometimes I do not understand her choices. As for me, on the other hand, I know a gentleman when I see one.” She smiled sweetly, but I felt her foot touch my calf and begin to travel slowly upwards.
I reached down with my hand and removed said foot immediately. “Then you should know that a gentleman views such actions as unmannerly, my lady.”
“Only if the lady does not wish it,” she purred.
I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable, and began to have second thoughts about my plan to attend the event alone. I’d come just to observe from the shadows and hopefully find a private moment with Túron, not to be harassed by an overbearing elleth.
“Calithil, there you are,” called another female. I turned to see Lennil approaching us and breathed a sigh of relief.
“Sister,” Calithil said with surprise. “What are you doing here?”
“Silly,” Lennil laughed nervously. “You knew I’d be here.” She smiled and curtsied in my direction. “I see you found Captain Rúmil. I was hoping you would be here tonight. I never got the chance to thank you properly.” She turned to her sister with a critical eye. “Don’t you think you should get back to your date?”
“My date?” Calithil said with confusion. She followed her sister’s line of sight and sighed, rolling her eyes as her shoulders slumped in defeat. “You didn’t,” she accused.
“He’s been looking for you. Even picked out a quiet table near the back corner,” Lennil smiled.
“You told him I was coming, didn’t you?” Anger tinged Calithil’s words as she grew more and more upset with every moment that passed. I kept my mouth shut and observed my savior at work.
“I didn’t tell him, Sister. He overheard you speaking with your friends.”
Calithil pushed back in her chair, folded her arms across her chest and pouted. “Well, I did not come here with him. I came with–” she started, but I brought her up short.
“My lady, you did not come here with me either,” I pointed out quickly.
Calithil looked from me to her sister, hoping one of us would have a change of heart. When neither of us said anything, she unfolded her arms, shoved them down straight at her sides with her hands in tight fists, and made a frustrated moan. “Fine then, but I am leaving, and he better not follow me.” Calithil stood and started to march off, but stopped and glared at her sister. “I hope you’re happy,” she complained and stomped unbecomingly out of the hall. I took the moment to look for this ellon Lennil spoke of, and saw him jump up and rush after her. Lennil laughed quietly at my side.
“I’m sorry about that,” she apologized. “Calithil can be a bit of a nuisance.”
“It’s fine. No harm was done, except perhaps to your sister.”
“She’ll get over it quickly. It’s the ellon chasing after her that might come to harm if he gets in her way,” Lennil said. She looked at the table, and picked up the bouquet of flowers, shaking her head. “I knew she was coming here tonight for a reason, but I did not know it was because of you. I really must apologize again for her behavior. Calithil has always been too outgoing for her own good. She means well, but pushes too far sometimes.”
“As I said, all is well. And what about you? The other night … in the gardens?”
“Oh,” she laughed and waved it off with her hand. “Long forgotten, that one. I should have known better than to let Raenor talk me into a walk. I really do appreciate what you did for me, you and your friend.”
“I see empty glasses,” Túron said, appearing out of thin air behind me. He was surprised to see Lennil, and her too. “Why, it’s my lady from the gardens. How are you, dear?”
“I was just telling the Captain,” she said nodding at me. “I am well. Thank you for seeing me home that night.”
Túron bowed his head, careful not to tip his tray. “It was my pleasure.” He took a glass from his tray and handed it to Lennil. “For the beautiful lady.”
“Thank you but–” she started to protest, but I stopped her, took the glass from Túron and held it for her. Túron made his exit. There were a lot of people waiting for their wine.
“Nonsense. You’ll stay at least for the first song, won’t you? As Captain, I can’t be seen alone.” My evening was turning out much differently than I had planned it. Actually, it was quite enjoyable. I liked Lennil. She was pleasant company. And Túron was too busy to flirt with.
The first song began, and I stood and offered her my arm. She accepted graciously, and I led her out to the dance floor. I took note of her fancy silk dress of pale green, her hair neatly braided at the sides, and tied back with a matching ribbon. She’d meant to be here tonight, but with who, I wondered, and I asked her.
“I wasn’t coming tonight at all, but I heard my sister talking to your brother, Orophin. She was asking him questions about you … about me. I knew she was up to something.”
“My brother told me that Calithil said you were smitten with me. He jostled me about it later. I didn’t think much of it before, but it makes more sense now. She was fishing for information. He must have told her I was coming tonight. That’s how she knew,” I said, figuring out the mystery.
“Smitten?” she said angrily and shook her head. “Will she ever know when to stop meddling?” Lennil looked up at me, mid-dance, and seemed embarrassed. “Not that I don’t like you, Rúmil. You are very handsome, well-mannered, good social standing, and a soldier. But smitten?”
“You make me sound very appealing,” I jested, and it lightened her mood.
“You are a rare catch, Captain, in case you did not know.”
“Well, I … guess … if you put it that way,” I stammered.
She must have known that she had the advantage in our conversation and continued. “Any elleth would be lucky to be seen with you here tonight.”
I took her wrist and raised her arm in the air. “We have a winner,” I said jokingly and she laughed.
“You know what I mean,” she complained. “But it’s not me, and I think you have similar feelings.”
“We have a mutual understanding already, Lennil. We made that clear at the festival. I do like you as a friend, but not in a romantic way.”
She seemed to relax at my admission. “I’m so glad you feel that way, and yes, I share your sentiment. My sister, however . . .”
“Is at this very moment fending off that eager ellon. Bit of her own medicine, wouldn’t you say?”
She laughed at that. “Yes.”
The song ended and I led her back to the table. Túron was busy two tables down, pouring wine, making jokes, and being a delight. He was very good at keeping the people entertained, and at keeping a drink in their hand. I loved watching him as his–
“Why did you come to the dance alone tonight, Rúmil? If you don’t mind my asking. Even I know it is not a smart thing for a catch such as yourself to be seen empty-handed,” Lennil asked. “I’m surprised half this room is not lined up to take a turn with you on the dance floor.”
“I thought I’d just take a chance.” What else could I say? Certainly not the truth. My vision drifted to Túron. He caught me watching him and smiled. No, the truth would not do. “Haldir and Orophin could not make it tonight, and I thought that at least one of us should come. There really wasn’t anyone to ask.”
“You could have asked me,” she said, and put up her hand. “As a friend, of course. But I would have been happy to come.”
“Well, you’re here anyways, now aren’t you? So, I guess it all worked out.”
I had taken my eye off of Túron, and hadn’t noticed him approach our table. “Message for you, Captain. If you’ll follow me.”
Lennil seemed confused, but I smiled reassuringly. “I’ll only be a moment. Private matter.”
“Oh yes, of course.”
I stood and followed Túron out of the hall. Very quickly, he turned and whispered. “Watch where I go. Come after, but not too fast. Wait a moment or two. I’ll be waiting for you.”
Túron walked back into the hall and made an immediate right. I saw a door open and close. I thought it was a store room or something. It was one of those doors that no one took notice of, out of the way and usually locked. I strolled around the vestibule, the gathering place outside of the hall, making it look like I just stepped out for a breath of fresh air, but all the while I was inching my way to the door where Túron disappeared. I stood there for a moment, watching and waiting, and when I saw my chance, I slipped through the door, unnoticed, and closed it behind me. The room was black as pitch. My own hand was invisible in front of my face.
“Túron, are you there?” I whispered into the dark, and heard a latch click into place behind me. “Túron?”
There was a spark and the sound of a flint stone being struck. Then a single candle glowed to life. Túron held it in his hand, and place it in a candlestick holder on a shelf. He strolled seductively towards me, eyes lowered to watch where he stepped, until he was standing before me. His eyes raised, gazing at me through long dark lashes, and his lips parted. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” he said as he captured my lips.
I kissed him back, and our movements became increasingly erratic. Hands roamed, breath became rapid, lips tasted skin, and tongues entwined. I pulled away and settled my eyes upon his. They were dark with desire, or maybe it just seemed that way in the barely lit closet. “We shouldn’t be doing this, you know,” I warned.
“Then why did you come to the dance … alone? I saw you when you walked in.”
“You were looking for me,” I accused.
Túron gave me his most charming smile. “I hoped that you would come. I’ve missed you.” His fingers ran along the buttons of my vest, and he slowly undid each one. “Making love to you once was not enough, Rúmil. I’ve been burning for your touch all this time.”
He said what I was wanting to hear, whether he meant it deliberately or not. At that moment, I didn’t care. “It’s been unbearable.”
He bit his bottom lip, and his eyes scanned me from head to toe. Then his hand cupped me, and traveled upwards. “By the gods, Rúmil, I need you badly, and I know you want me.”
I did. I wanted him more than I’d wanted anyone in a long time. But I never did anything like this before. I was always very careful and clever, never mixing pleasure in places that might get me in trouble. Still, there was something exotically thrilling about it. To know that there were people passing just on the other side of that door, while Túron and I remained hidden in the dark, lusting for each other. It was too much, and I couldn’t protest. I pushed him against the wall and devoured his mouth. My body writhed against his. He moaned softly as we rubbed against each other, even through our layers of clothing. His hands went to the ties of my trousers, and began untying them, loosening the laces, and freeing me from my confines. His hand felt warm as he caressed me.
I began pulling up the skirt of his servants robe. “Let’s see what you wear beneath here.” I found that he wore nothing and my blood heated to a new level. “Good. Very good.”
“Take me, Captain,” he begged, and turned towards the wall, offering himself.
I cupped his buttocks, kneading the taut flesh of his finely toned arse. He was right there before me, ready and willing. I pushed my trousers down around my knees and reached into a pocket inside my vest where I’d thought to put a small vial of oil. Pulling the cork out with my teeth and spitting it to the floor, I wasted no time preparing us both, and then plunged into him. Túron threw his head back, the length of his tied back hair cascading down the center of his back. My teeth sunk into his shoulder and I set a rhythm that would produce quick results. The room was dark and the air was close. It smelled of freshly laundered clothes, probably tablecloths, and the sage oil, mixed with our own musk and sweat. I could hear the musicians playing a lively tune, and briefly wondered if Lennil was looking for me, but I swept the thought away quickly.
It didn’t take us long to reach our climax. Túron took his first and mine soon followed, finding the sound of his moaning irresistible. We remained in this position while we caught our breath, and I held him in my arms, hugging him tight against my chest. We were a perfect match to each other. I could have stayed that way for days, enjoying the enveloping heat of his body.
“I have to go,” he whispered. “I’ve been gone too long.”
“I want you to spend the night with me,” I suggested after we separated and straightened our attire.
“Come to my talan. You know where it is,” he said in return and kissed me. “Don’t follow me straight out. Wait a moment. I’ll try to clear the area.”
I smiled and kissed his neck. “This is insane,” I said with a laugh.
“Makes it all that much more exciting, doesn’t it?”
“Incredibly so. Now go. I don’t want you getting in trouble.”
Túron kissed me once more, my lips still swollen from the last time. He paused and looked deep into my eyes. “It’s not so bad, sneaking around, especially with you. You’re magnificent, Rúmil, and I . . .” He stopped himself and looked away as if embarrassed. “Alright, I’m going.” He blew out the candle on the shelf by the door and undid the latch. As he cracked the door open, light from the outside spilled in. I slunk away as though it might burn me. Túron walked out of the closet as though he’d meant to, not looking or behaving suspicious at all. He was very good at hiding it, just like me. Maybe that’s why I felt I could get away with it.
I stood in the blackened room, my ear against the door, trying to listen to what was happening outside. It was one thing for a servant to exit a storage closet. It was another to see a Captain of the army doing so. But all was quiet outside. The music had changed to something slow, and I worried that Lennil might come looking for me. I’d left at the beginning of one song, and had been absent for the last three. Too long to retrieve a message, I had to come up with another excuse, but what? I’d worry about that on my way back through the hall.
Seeing my chance, I exited the storage closet, and stepped into an empty vestibule. Túron had done a fine job of clearing my way. Still, I’d just had unbelievable sex with an ellon who I was fairly sure I was falling in love with. It would be difficult to cover. I was sure there was still a ghostly scent of our recent activity clinging to me. Thinking fast, I plucked a strong smelling hyacinth from a vase and delicately rubbed it over my skin and clothes. I double checked to make sure my outfit was in order, as well as my hair, and made to enter the hall, carrying the flower with me. I’d set it on our table as an added masking of any evidence of my little escapade. But just as I was about to walk through the doorway, I was stopped by the sight of Fandir.
“Rúmil,” he acknowledged, not quite with surprise, but more with longing and relief of being able to speak.
“Fandir,” I answered, unable to hide my surprise. “It’s been a long while. You look well.”
“And you look–” He stopped and scanned me. “Exerted.” He came towards me as if to pass by, but stopped at my ear and whispered. “Better take care of yourself, Captain.” He touched my shoulder delicately, and went on his way. Seeing Fandir rattled me to say the least. We no longer traveled in the same circles, and therefore we didn’t see each other very often. When we did, it was with cordial greeting, inquiry about each other’s welfare, and ending with the generic ‘good to see you again’.
I watched him leave the hall, surprised to see him, and caught sight of Túron at the kitchen door, watching this brief exchange with my childhood friend, ex-lover, and first love. He seemed slightly perturbed, though he shouldn’t be. I gave a smile, and Túron returned one, but his did not show joy in his eyes. I guess I’d have some explaining to do later. I’d never spoken of Fandir before, and by the look on Túron’s face, it seemed it was time to talk about my past. I shook off my disturbance, and went back into the hall.
The evening finished with no more distractions. I walked Lennil home, giving Túron enough time to finish his duties and head home. He lived in an area close the edge of the city, a little ways from the hustle and bustle. It was quiet here. The homes were small, occupied by mostly servants. I had brought my civilian robe with me, knowing that I’d be coming to Túron’s home later. Now I pulled the hood over my head as disguise, just in case anyone was lurking about. I got the sneaking sensation that someone might be watching, and Fandir came to the forefront of my mind. I came to my destination, took a look around and knocked lightly. The door open slowly, and Túron stood just inside. His eyes narrowed, but he knew it was me. With a quick nod of his head, he gestured me inside. I barely got the door closed, and he was already undressing me. We wasted no time that evening, and spent the better part of it silent, but for our moans of satisfaction. We ravaged each other into the night until exhaustion took over and sleep called out to our fulfilled bodies. I gave in to it all, forgetting about the world outside, about the military, about Fandir and Raenor. Túron had me all to himself that night, no distractions, no worries, and my heart opened to him a little bit more.
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