Vocabulary Builder
Topic: Alphabet Games
R. requiem (re'qui-em) n.: hymn or mass sung for the dead

Orophin/Lindir

"Orophin...Orophin, I don't think that this is the best place to be doing this..."

Orophin smothered Lindir's words with his mouth, kissing the breath from the tiny, inexperienced elf, "Why not...no one is out here. No one can see us."

Lindir gasped as Orophin captured the tip of his ear between gentle teeth, "Erestor does not like it when I disappear from functions. He worries about me. He will come looking for me and if he catches us like this, I will be singing your requiem."

Orophin shifted on the garden bench upon which they were seated and tugged at the waist of the white haired elf, trying to bring him closer. Finally, he gave up the effort of coaxing Lindir closer and just picked him up and settled him on his lap. He groaned appreciatively as Lindir wiggled about in response to his caresses. He reached down to pull at the dark green robe the minstrel was wearing. Lindir's grip on his shoulders tightened a bit fearfully as Orophin lifted the rich fabric and slipped a hand underneath it to work at his leggings. Orophin rubbed his back soothingly at the same time he unlaced his breeches. Lindir tore his mouth away from the archer's to try to speak once more.

"Orophin...I do not think...oh!" Lindir's body jerked as the warrior achieved his goal and wrapped a broad hand around the younger elf's arousal. Lindir could not help but pump into that tight grip and the other blond encouraged him to continue to thrust. Lindir tried again, "Orophin, I do not want-please, please ..."

"What, baby? You don't want what? Me to stroke you like this?" Orophin passed his thumb over Lindir's leaking head and smiled when the small elf whimpered with pleasure. He pressed moist kisses to the arched neck, "Tell me how to please you, fair one. I will do anything you want."

"Maybe he does not want his first time to be on a stone bench in a public garden."

Lindir squeaked and Orophin froze as Erestor's icy tones hung in the air. The minstrel frantically pushed away from Orophin's embrace trying to smooth his robes and hair. He turned to face Erestor and was struck immediately with guilt at the disappointment he saw in dark eyes. He lowered his head and waited to be reprimanded. He was surprised when a warm hand brushed over his curls and a kiss was pressed upon his brow. He looked up and Erestor smiled at him.

"You are not in trouble, Lindir. You are after all, quite grown and can do as you will. I would just like to have a few words with Orophin."

Lindir looked a bit wary. He was pretty sure Orophin could handle himself...but Erestor was not an elf to be angered. Even Glorfindel was afraid of Erestor to some degree. He glanced at Orophin not willing to let him face Erestor's wrath alone, but Orophin waved at him to go ahead and nodded reassuringly at him. Lindir left the garden reluctantly looking back several times at the two elves that held his heart.

"Walk with me, guardian."

Orophin stood from the bench smoothing his tunic down and fell into step with the forbidding advisor. He was not too worried. He had a feeling he was about to receive some Adarly threats. It was what he would do if he came upon his son making out in a garden.

"I helped raise Lindir. Did you know that?"

Orophin nodded his head shallowly, just as he had thought, "I had some idea. Lindir holds you in high regard." Erestor smiled faintly at the words.

"I am not about to warn you away from him, Orophin. That you need not fear. I have lived long enough to know that meddling in your children's love lives can only lead to pain. Yet, I do have words of warning for you, warrior. Lindir is so very dear to me. His father was my cousin and I was saddened by his death. Lindir and I helped each other heal. I would be beyond irate should anything happen to my elfling. I understand that eventually you two will make love. Make love. Eventually. I expect you to show him every consideration, because believe me I will know if you do not. And that consideration includes a bed and the finest oil you can obtain. Do we have an understanding, Orophin?" Erestor stopped to look down at the blond elf.

Orophin grinned at him widely, "I understand. You love Lindir as a son and would make my life hell if any harm comes to him. Check. Who knew you were such a soft touch, eh,Master Erestor?"

Erestor frowned at him, "Watch your tongue. I am not above creating a reason to dislike you."

Tomorrow the Letter S.