Tittle: Extraordinary League of Gentlemen
Author: Melyanna )
Disclaimer: All things related to The Lord of The Rings belong to J.R.R Tolkien, I merely own the creativity bursts my brain has every now and then, if you can call it that... No profit is being made out of this besides self-esteem boost, so please don't sue.
Pairings: Erestor/Lindir, Glorfindel/Celeborn, Elrond/Thranduil, Haldir/? Genre: Romance with droplets of humor in it. Just droplets Warning: AU Summary: Elf lords (and a wizard) form a gentlemen's club and pandemonium ensues
Chapter summary: The League has a reunion and an intruder. May the Valar guard this Elf, for the Lords will not let it pass. G
Chapter Rating: PG-13 Beta read by Krit, and Sas, thank you ladies. Any remaining mistakes are mine. Thanks for the positive critics I got, especially Mira, Sas and Krit I'm glad you liked it . A/N: Have fun! Oh! And I love Thranny, really do.
Extraordinary League of Gentlemen: Part I
Glorfindel raised his hand above his head, eyebrow cocked, and waited for silence. The Elda coughed gently and smiled at all sitting in the semi- circle, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. He was standing at the head of the semicircle of chairs; with Elrond and Mithrandir on his right, Erestor and Celeborn on his left and Haldir sitting in the center of the room, a small table in front of him that supported a heavy book.
"My fellow Elves, wizard, it is now time to start another session of the Extraordinary League of Gentlemen. All please be seated so we may start." He spoke seriously, carefully watching the present Elves.
"Are all present?" The blond asked quickly learning the answer as the present Elves raised their hands and waited for Glorfindel to raise his own.
"Oi! Oi! Oi!" The all shouted loudly raising their fisted hands and then silencing immediately.
Glorfindel nodded his head and Elrond stood up reaching for the book at the small table in front of Haldir.
The Lord of Imladris opened the book and cleared his throat before speaking.
"My friends, today is the day we welcome a new member to the League. Every year we contemplate someone fitting and dear to all with an invitation to join us as an honorary member, and such was done with Lord Celeborn until he became a permanent member of the group, although only joining us when visiting Imladris. This year we have chosen Haldir, the March Warden of the Lórien woods to pass our test and become one of our trusted friends." Turning to the silver haired Elf, who seemed almost frightened, he smiled.
"Haldir of Lórien, I will now introduce you to all the members of the league and their respective functions, then you will hear the sacred rules of the league, and only after agreeing to respect them shall you be submitted to our final test. Do you understand?"
A small nod came from Haldir and Elrond proceeded. "I am Elrond, spokesman of the league; Mithrandir is the entertainment manager, Erestor is first secretary and security guard, Celeborn our second in command of the security and secrecy and Glorfindel is the president and founder. Clear? Very well, I shall read the rules." Elrond respectfully looked at Glorfindel and waited for a nod to proceed.
"The Extraordinary League of Gentlemen is a select group for the enjoyment and fulfillment of our mundane desires.
Rule Number one: The League was created with the intent of pure fun and discussions of alien matters such as work or personal problems will not be tolerated unless a special session is scheduled.
Number two: No secret is allowed between the members of the group, being of extreme importance to share every and all 'experiences' had in the time window between two sessions.
Number three: All arguments directly involving members of the league shall be resolved sparring to relieve the tensions and no offensive words shall be exchanged during the competitions.
Number four: No member of the league is allowed to stay sober for more then two hours during the meetings.
Number five: All who side with King Thranduil will immediately become our enemies and are therefore banned from the league.
Number six: If such member does 'side' with Lord Thranduil and share all information with us, he will be immediately decorated with our vow of trust and admiration.
Number seven: If a member brings old food to the meetings, he will be forced to strip tease and coat his own body with said food.
Number eight: No formal robes.
Number nine: No word of the League shall be spread.
Representative words of the league: Loyalty and Wildness."
When Elrond finished reading, Erestor was nodding as if the rules were a very intelligent piece of advice, Glorfindel was grinning smugly as was Celeborn. Mithrandir was voicelessly reciting the rules he knew by heart while rearranging the pipe weed on his pipe and Haldir was starting at the lord of the Last Homely House with wide eyes.
"Agreed?"
"Yes, My Lord." Haldir muttered.
"Oh yes, Elrond please write down our golden rule, no tittles." Glorfindel stated and clasped his hands together watching the dark haired Elf perform his task and then return to his seat.
The small room they were in was Glorfindel's study, so unused that it had proved to be the perfect place for a secret and undisturbed meeting. Beyond the semi-circle of chairs in which the members of the league were sitting there was a large wooden table of great craftsmanship. On the table were various types of alcoholic beverages, pipe weed, fruits, bread, cheese and some scrolls.
Ignoring Haldir for a moment, certain the Lórien Elf would fulfill his tasks, the president of the group, Glorfindel, turned to Mithrandir and gave him an anxious look.
"Come my friend, make us wait no longer and please tell what you have brought to entertain us tonight."
The old wizard stood up, dressed in simple brown trousers and a loose white shirt instead of his usual white robes. Smiling knowingly to his friend, the Maia took the scrolls in his hands and distributed them to the council members, keeping two to himself and unrolling, revealing the picture of a beautiful, semi-nude Elf covered only by a sheet.
"This is the lucky view I had of the Mirkwood advisor Saelbeth. I had it painted of course, but unfortunately he would not pose as a model." The wizard grinned broadly watching the mesmerized expressions in his friend's eyes.
"The other paintings I distributed are of a dancer who resembles him greatly and will be kindly joining us for the annual League party next month."
"Oi! Oi! Oi!" The Elves shouted excitedly and applauded the thick bearded wizard.
"Mithrandir you never cease to amaze me. No better choice was made then putting you in charge of the entertainment. But what is that last scroll on your hand? Something even more precious?" The Balrog slayer anxiously looked at the yellowish paper trying to see through the back of it.
"Ah, well, this is something I judge quite evil of myself as I do not dislike the Mirkwood king, but knowing of your great appreciation for...making fun of him, I discovered the artist who painted Saelbeth is very creative and a specialist in painting without models, so I had him paint this, which will hopefully be framed and placed at our very secret meeting room once we decide the definitive place." The scroll was opened and revealed the picture of a naked Thranduil with a wild looking hair drinking a large mug of beer while having two dwarfs nibbling his neck.
Erestor and the other Elves roared with laughter, even Haldir held himself hard on the chair not to fall down. Several minutes passed before the room quieted again.
"Ah, you old rag! You have outdone yourself again." Celeborn spoke merrily, smiling at the surprised looked on Haldir's face.
Glorfindel wiped tears from his eyes as he caught his breath in order to speak again. "Now that Haldir has had a taste of what our meetings are about, we will decide what your test will be... ah, yes Erestor?"
"Before we do that, we should decide on the surprised member."
"Ah yes! I almost forgot. Thank you for reminding me. Erestor takes great pleasure in the surprised members, I mean, in choosing the surprised members." Glorfindel snickered as Erestor rolled his eyes, knowing the apparently serious Elf was much more than met the eye.
"Well, tradition says that besides inviting someone to join the league each year, we also surprise someone with the invitation in a different way. We usually study those all around us until we come up with one Elf, or person of any fitting race and... attack him. You are probably thinking right now, Haldir, that it is exactly what we did to you, but the difference is that the surprised member is always someone who seems unfitting to enter the league, such as someone shy, overly serious, grumpy, you name it. That is how dear Erestor made it to the group..." The blond Elda finished, grinning wickedly at his friend.
"If that is how you call the act of you begging me to join your, up until then, league of two gentlemen, then so be it." The advisor retorted.
"Erestor, Erestor, Erestor, do not make me share what your admission tasks were, please."
Erestor's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. "You would not."
"Would too."
"Would not!"
"So would!"
"Stop it!" Elrond shot Mithrandir a thankful look when the wizard interrupted the two friends.
"Do you have anyone in mind yet?" Celeborn asked as if the subject had never been interrupted.
"No, not yet, but it is good for us to start looking." Erestor spoke before Glorfindel could interfere.
"Very well, all are warned, keep your eyes open from now on. As I was saying Haldir, we have had honor and surprised members before, such as Aragorn and Faramir. Aragorn for the simple reason we knew he would try to avert his eyes at all we showed him, and because he needed a bachelor party. Faramir because we guessed, very correctly, he would very adorably blush at everything we said. We also had Legolas once, but for some reason he refused to perform all the tests we put him through, and they were not so bad! He had to kiss Elrond and share a dirty secret of his father. I would understand him objecting to the second one, although he was incredibly drunk, but what he refused to do was kiss Elrond... Anyway, we had to forbid him from joining and that only made our "Front against Thranduil" point even stronger. Please note it is not against Mirkwood, but Thranduil. A very hypocritical prude that one, prim, acts as if he does not know what sex is even after having a son! He would have been a great addition to the league if he did not refuse to give into his desires." Glorfindel snickered and all the other Elves followed, seeming to know more then they showed.
Erestor cleared his throat and looked wickedly at Haldir. He loved the initiation ceremonies.
"Well, we should proceed now. Haldir we usually give tests that defy your personality, but there was not much we could find to defy you with, so we decided your test is very simple. A strip tease. For us. Now." He said between pauses.
The March Warden's eyes widened marginally as he started in shock at the 'council' in front of him. He knew this league was about that...but he did not think the members themselves were put through such.
Noticing the hesitance in the hazel eyes Celeborn spoke up. "Haldir? Is there a problem with the given task?"
"Did you do that too?!" He asked horrified and blushed realizing the way he was addressing his lord. "My pardon..."
"No, it is quite alright Haldir. No titles or differences here remember? Save for Glorfindel of course, who seems to enjoy his high position". The Golden Wood lord teased. Not all of us went through this, some did worse. So, are you doing it?"
After a moment of silence Haldir seemed to return to his senses and he smirked standing up and bowing.
"But of course I will! Just do not expect me to know how to... undo my spell after I am done. The consequences are entirely your responsibility." He said playfully receiving a look of approval from all in the room. Yes, Haldir fit the League perfectly.
Celeborn stood up and fetched drinks for everyone save Haldir, knowing exactly what each liked. He stole a piece of bread and sat down munching on it, all expectantly waiting for Haldir's show to start.
"There is no mood without music..." Haldir said pouting softly, his eyes glinting with mischief.
Elrond quickly rose from his chair and walked over to the window. Opening it he smiled noticing the same group of friends that usually got together at the Halls of Fire after the evening meal and usually gathered in the gardens afterwards, was already there, and singing merrily. The raven haired Elf motioned for Glorfindel, who owned the room and would surprise the Elves much less with a request than the lord of the house himself.
"Hey! My friends! I have heard your singing, and although I am too tired to join you, I would love to hear it better. Move over here and please play something...slower." A grin appeared on his lips as the young Elves complied and the blond returned to his seat leaving the window open, knowing they were high enough not to be seen by anyone.
"There, you may start now."
Haldir thought the song fit perfectly. One of the Elves was probably trying to seduce a lass or even a lad, and was singing slowly, in a bewitching and arousing tone, his voice smooth yet darkened by passion, only adding to the effect Haldir wanted to have.
His hands worked his clothes in trained movements, moving as if they were made of fabric too, in delicate yet sensual movements, button after button until his outer tunic was cast across the room, his cat-like grin widening at the already wide eyed Elves.
The lean body swung slowly with the rhythm of the song, moving from side to side, the sound of hands touching fabric and fabric touching stone fit perfectly the melodic voice sounding outside.
Haldir's muscular yet lean, hairless chest stood proud to the watching eyes, his own closing, head tilting back simulating fervent pleasure at the feel of his own hands running up and down the firm torso effortlessly hypnotizing the audience.
The war calloused hands traveled down his belt, torturing his audience by slowly unfastening it. Even the disposal of his boots turned out to a graceful dance, the predatory grin never fading as his clear eyes watched the anxiousness and hunger in the expectant eyes. Haldir turned sexy into an art.
Haldir was beginning to untie his loincloth when an urgent knock sounded on the door, making a common grunt ring through the room.
"Who is it?" Glorfindel asked.
"It is Lindir, my Lord. I have a message for Lord Elrond and was told he headed this way."
"Come in." The blond said ignoring Haldir's panicked look.
"Stay." He mouthed to the silver haired Elf.
Lindir opened the door and shuffled into the room, his white hair flowing with the breeze in the corridor as if they were silk strands. His innocent looking blue eyes scanned the room for Elrond and his mouth dropped open in shock as he saw Haldir standing practically naked in the middle of the room. He looked around horrified at the hungry and frustrated looks on the seated Elves and wizard and blushed furiously.
"I am... I am sorry to interrupt, my Lords." He said lowering his head.
"Well, you have already interrupted, so now tell us what you want." Elrond sounded harsher than he wanted too, but was deeply annoyed by the interruption.
"I have a message for you." The minstrel spoke shyly, hurriedly crossing the room and handing it to his lord, his eyes wide, constantly sneaking to Haldir's form.
"Lindir, why are you delivering messages if you are a minstrel?" Glorfindel asked with a curious look, but his true intentions were only to see if he managed to embarrass the young Elf any further.
Erestor's eyes softened in pity when Lindir coughed nervously, looking like a frightened little elfling.
"Well... I was the only one at the Hall when it arrived, I thought it would be easier to come deliver it myself then go find a servant to do it...maybe I should have went with the second." His voice sounded small, his eyes trained on Haldir, his brain trying to process the reason to such a scene to be taking place.
"Lindir, this was a private meeting, meant for no intruders or interruptions." Glorfindel spoke sternly, realizing his friend's evil intents Erestor glared at him, knowing the blond was not truly mad, but enjoying himself.
"I-I am so sorry, my deepest apologies, I did not mean to intrude...b-but the messenger said it was urgent... I.."
"Shh, no word of this shall ever leave your mouth. Can we trust you to do that?" The Balrog Slayer continued his torture. Elrond and Mithrandir, the ones who would usually stand up for the younger Elf were entranced by the development, greatly curious about Lindir's reactions. Never before had someone managed to find them in this place, especially not during a session.
"Lord Glorfindel, please believe me, I am not a talker, I hardly even speak at any rate, I swear no word of this will leave the room, I do not even remember anything, I am blind already!" Celeborn could see the young Elf was starting to panic and stood up.
"Very well Lindir, you may leave now."
"T-thank you my Lord." The white haired Elf hurried back to the exit.
"Wait! We will finish what we... were doing, and then discuss deeply whether to trust you or not. I will be speaking with you in the morning Lindir."
"Y-yes. Good evening." The minstrel bowed and practically flew out of the room. Haldir blushing almost as fiercely as Lindir turned to Glorfindel who was now laughing uncontrollably.
"What was that?"
"Yes my friend, that was not necessary, why did you do that?" Erestor asked knowing he would have been just as embarrassed as Lindir if he had found himself in such a situation.
"I was trying to prove a point to myself before I told you about it. And I have succeeded." Glorfindel's eyes shone with mischief.
"Then please enlighten us." Erestor said.
"Well, I believe we found our Surprised member." He grinned maniacally exchanging a knowing glance with Erestor and feeling extremely proud at the double meaning to the title he had made up.
TBC...
Author: Melyanna )
Disclaimer: All things related to The Lord of The Rings belong to J.R.R Tolkien, I merely own the creativity bursts my brain has every now and then, if you can call it that... No profit is being made out of this besides self-esteem boost, so please don't sue.
Pairings: Erestor/Lindir, Glorfindel/Celeborn, Elrond/Thranduil, Haldir/? Genre: Romance with droplets of humor in it. Just droplets Warning: AU Summary: Elf lords (and a wizard) form a gentlemen's club and pandemonium ensues
Chapter summary: The League has a reunion and an intruder. May the Valar guard this Elf, for the Lords will not let it pass. G
Chapter Rating: PG-13 Beta read by Krit, and Sas, thank you ladies. Any remaining mistakes are mine. Thanks for the positive critics I got, especially Mira, Sas and Krit I'm glad you liked it . A/N: Have fun! Oh! And I love Thranny, really do.
Extraordinary League of Gentlemen: Part I
Glorfindel raised his hand above his head, eyebrow cocked, and waited for silence. The Elda coughed gently and smiled at all sitting in the semi- circle, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. He was standing at the head of the semicircle of chairs; with Elrond and Mithrandir on his right, Erestor and Celeborn on his left and Haldir sitting in the center of the room, a small table in front of him that supported a heavy book.
"My fellow Elves, wizard, it is now time to start another session of the Extraordinary League of Gentlemen. All please be seated so we may start." He spoke seriously, carefully watching the present Elves.
"Are all present?" The blond asked quickly learning the answer as the present Elves raised their hands and waited for Glorfindel to raise his own.
"Oi! Oi! Oi!" The all shouted loudly raising their fisted hands and then silencing immediately.
Glorfindel nodded his head and Elrond stood up reaching for the book at the small table in front of Haldir.
The Lord of Imladris opened the book and cleared his throat before speaking.
"My friends, today is the day we welcome a new member to the League. Every year we contemplate someone fitting and dear to all with an invitation to join us as an honorary member, and such was done with Lord Celeborn until he became a permanent member of the group, although only joining us when visiting Imladris. This year we have chosen Haldir, the March Warden of the Lórien woods to pass our test and become one of our trusted friends." Turning to the silver haired Elf, who seemed almost frightened, he smiled.
"Haldir of Lórien, I will now introduce you to all the members of the league and their respective functions, then you will hear the sacred rules of the league, and only after agreeing to respect them shall you be submitted to our final test. Do you understand?"
A small nod came from Haldir and Elrond proceeded. "I am Elrond, spokesman of the league; Mithrandir is the entertainment manager, Erestor is first secretary and security guard, Celeborn our second in command of the security and secrecy and Glorfindel is the president and founder. Clear? Very well, I shall read the rules." Elrond respectfully looked at Glorfindel and waited for a nod to proceed.
"The Extraordinary League of Gentlemen is a select group for the enjoyment and fulfillment of our mundane desires.
Rule Number one: The League was created with the intent of pure fun and discussions of alien matters such as work or personal problems will not be tolerated unless a special session is scheduled.
Number two: No secret is allowed between the members of the group, being of extreme importance to share every and all 'experiences' had in the time window between two sessions.
Number three: All arguments directly involving members of the league shall be resolved sparring to relieve the tensions and no offensive words shall be exchanged during the competitions.
Number four: No member of the league is allowed to stay sober for more then two hours during the meetings.
Number five: All who side with King Thranduil will immediately become our enemies and are therefore banned from the league.
Number six: If such member does 'side' with Lord Thranduil and share all information with us, he will be immediately decorated with our vow of trust and admiration.
Number seven: If a member brings old food to the meetings, he will be forced to strip tease and coat his own body with said food.
Number eight: No formal robes.
Number nine: No word of the League shall be spread.
Representative words of the league: Loyalty and Wildness."
When Elrond finished reading, Erestor was nodding as if the rules were a very intelligent piece of advice, Glorfindel was grinning smugly as was Celeborn. Mithrandir was voicelessly reciting the rules he knew by heart while rearranging the pipe weed on his pipe and Haldir was starting at the lord of the Last Homely House with wide eyes.
"Agreed?"
"Yes, My Lord." Haldir muttered.
"Oh yes, Elrond please write down our golden rule, no tittles." Glorfindel stated and clasped his hands together watching the dark haired Elf perform his task and then return to his seat.
The small room they were in was Glorfindel's study, so unused that it had proved to be the perfect place for a secret and undisturbed meeting. Beyond the semi-circle of chairs in which the members of the league were sitting there was a large wooden table of great craftsmanship. On the table were various types of alcoholic beverages, pipe weed, fruits, bread, cheese and some scrolls.
Ignoring Haldir for a moment, certain the Lórien Elf would fulfill his tasks, the president of the group, Glorfindel, turned to Mithrandir and gave him an anxious look.
"Come my friend, make us wait no longer and please tell what you have brought to entertain us tonight."
The old wizard stood up, dressed in simple brown trousers and a loose white shirt instead of his usual white robes. Smiling knowingly to his friend, the Maia took the scrolls in his hands and distributed them to the council members, keeping two to himself and unrolling, revealing the picture of a beautiful, semi-nude Elf covered only by a sheet.
"This is the lucky view I had of the Mirkwood advisor Saelbeth. I had it painted of course, but unfortunately he would not pose as a model." The wizard grinned broadly watching the mesmerized expressions in his friend's eyes.
"The other paintings I distributed are of a dancer who resembles him greatly and will be kindly joining us for the annual League party next month."
"Oi! Oi! Oi!" The Elves shouted excitedly and applauded the thick bearded wizard.
"Mithrandir you never cease to amaze me. No better choice was made then putting you in charge of the entertainment. But what is that last scroll on your hand? Something even more precious?" The Balrog slayer anxiously looked at the yellowish paper trying to see through the back of it.
"Ah, well, this is something I judge quite evil of myself as I do not dislike the Mirkwood king, but knowing of your great appreciation for...making fun of him, I discovered the artist who painted Saelbeth is very creative and a specialist in painting without models, so I had him paint this, which will hopefully be framed and placed at our very secret meeting room once we decide the definitive place." The scroll was opened and revealed the picture of a naked Thranduil with a wild looking hair drinking a large mug of beer while having two dwarfs nibbling his neck.
Erestor and the other Elves roared with laughter, even Haldir held himself hard on the chair not to fall down. Several minutes passed before the room quieted again.
"Ah, you old rag! You have outdone yourself again." Celeborn spoke merrily, smiling at the surprised looked on Haldir's face.
Glorfindel wiped tears from his eyes as he caught his breath in order to speak again. "Now that Haldir has had a taste of what our meetings are about, we will decide what your test will be... ah, yes Erestor?"
"Before we do that, we should decide on the surprised member."
"Ah yes! I almost forgot. Thank you for reminding me. Erestor takes great pleasure in the surprised members, I mean, in choosing the surprised members." Glorfindel snickered as Erestor rolled his eyes, knowing the apparently serious Elf was much more than met the eye.
"Well, tradition says that besides inviting someone to join the league each year, we also surprise someone with the invitation in a different way. We usually study those all around us until we come up with one Elf, or person of any fitting race and... attack him. You are probably thinking right now, Haldir, that it is exactly what we did to you, but the difference is that the surprised member is always someone who seems unfitting to enter the league, such as someone shy, overly serious, grumpy, you name it. That is how dear Erestor made it to the group..." The blond Elda finished, grinning wickedly at his friend.
"If that is how you call the act of you begging me to join your, up until then, league of two gentlemen, then so be it." The advisor retorted.
"Erestor, Erestor, Erestor, do not make me share what your admission tasks were, please."
Erestor's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. "You would not."
"Would too."
"Would not!"
"So would!"
"Stop it!" Elrond shot Mithrandir a thankful look when the wizard interrupted the two friends.
"Do you have anyone in mind yet?" Celeborn asked as if the subject had never been interrupted.
"No, not yet, but it is good for us to start looking." Erestor spoke before Glorfindel could interfere.
"Very well, all are warned, keep your eyes open from now on. As I was saying Haldir, we have had honor and surprised members before, such as Aragorn and Faramir. Aragorn for the simple reason we knew he would try to avert his eyes at all we showed him, and because he needed a bachelor party. Faramir because we guessed, very correctly, he would very adorably blush at everything we said. We also had Legolas once, but for some reason he refused to perform all the tests we put him through, and they were not so bad! He had to kiss Elrond and share a dirty secret of his father. I would understand him objecting to the second one, although he was incredibly drunk, but what he refused to do was kiss Elrond... Anyway, we had to forbid him from joining and that only made our "Front against Thranduil" point even stronger. Please note it is not against Mirkwood, but Thranduil. A very hypocritical prude that one, prim, acts as if he does not know what sex is even after having a son! He would have been a great addition to the league if he did not refuse to give into his desires." Glorfindel snickered and all the other Elves followed, seeming to know more then they showed.
Erestor cleared his throat and looked wickedly at Haldir. He loved the initiation ceremonies.
"Well, we should proceed now. Haldir we usually give tests that defy your personality, but there was not much we could find to defy you with, so we decided your test is very simple. A strip tease. For us. Now." He said between pauses.
The March Warden's eyes widened marginally as he started in shock at the 'council' in front of him. He knew this league was about that...but he did not think the members themselves were put through such.
Noticing the hesitance in the hazel eyes Celeborn spoke up. "Haldir? Is there a problem with the given task?"
"Did you do that too?!" He asked horrified and blushed realizing the way he was addressing his lord. "My pardon..."
"No, it is quite alright Haldir. No titles or differences here remember? Save for Glorfindel of course, who seems to enjoy his high position". The Golden Wood lord teased. Not all of us went through this, some did worse. So, are you doing it?"
After a moment of silence Haldir seemed to return to his senses and he smirked standing up and bowing.
"But of course I will! Just do not expect me to know how to... undo my spell after I am done. The consequences are entirely your responsibility." He said playfully receiving a look of approval from all in the room. Yes, Haldir fit the League perfectly.
Celeborn stood up and fetched drinks for everyone save Haldir, knowing exactly what each liked. He stole a piece of bread and sat down munching on it, all expectantly waiting for Haldir's show to start.
"There is no mood without music..." Haldir said pouting softly, his eyes glinting with mischief.
Elrond quickly rose from his chair and walked over to the window. Opening it he smiled noticing the same group of friends that usually got together at the Halls of Fire after the evening meal and usually gathered in the gardens afterwards, was already there, and singing merrily. The raven haired Elf motioned for Glorfindel, who owned the room and would surprise the Elves much less with a request than the lord of the house himself.
"Hey! My friends! I have heard your singing, and although I am too tired to join you, I would love to hear it better. Move over here and please play something...slower." A grin appeared on his lips as the young Elves complied and the blond returned to his seat leaving the window open, knowing they were high enough not to be seen by anyone.
"There, you may start now."
Haldir thought the song fit perfectly. One of the Elves was probably trying to seduce a lass or even a lad, and was singing slowly, in a bewitching and arousing tone, his voice smooth yet darkened by passion, only adding to the effect Haldir wanted to have.
His hands worked his clothes in trained movements, moving as if they were made of fabric too, in delicate yet sensual movements, button after button until his outer tunic was cast across the room, his cat-like grin widening at the already wide eyed Elves.
The lean body swung slowly with the rhythm of the song, moving from side to side, the sound of hands touching fabric and fabric touching stone fit perfectly the melodic voice sounding outside.
Haldir's muscular yet lean, hairless chest stood proud to the watching eyes, his own closing, head tilting back simulating fervent pleasure at the feel of his own hands running up and down the firm torso effortlessly hypnotizing the audience.
The war calloused hands traveled down his belt, torturing his audience by slowly unfastening it. Even the disposal of his boots turned out to a graceful dance, the predatory grin never fading as his clear eyes watched the anxiousness and hunger in the expectant eyes. Haldir turned sexy into an art.
Haldir was beginning to untie his loincloth when an urgent knock sounded on the door, making a common grunt ring through the room.
"Who is it?" Glorfindel asked.
"It is Lindir, my Lord. I have a message for Lord Elrond and was told he headed this way."
"Come in." The blond said ignoring Haldir's panicked look.
"Stay." He mouthed to the silver haired Elf.
Lindir opened the door and shuffled into the room, his white hair flowing with the breeze in the corridor as if they were silk strands. His innocent looking blue eyes scanned the room for Elrond and his mouth dropped open in shock as he saw Haldir standing practically naked in the middle of the room. He looked around horrified at the hungry and frustrated looks on the seated Elves and wizard and blushed furiously.
"I am... I am sorry to interrupt, my Lords." He said lowering his head.
"Well, you have already interrupted, so now tell us what you want." Elrond sounded harsher than he wanted too, but was deeply annoyed by the interruption.
"I have a message for you." The minstrel spoke shyly, hurriedly crossing the room and handing it to his lord, his eyes wide, constantly sneaking to Haldir's form.
"Lindir, why are you delivering messages if you are a minstrel?" Glorfindel asked with a curious look, but his true intentions were only to see if he managed to embarrass the young Elf any further.
Erestor's eyes softened in pity when Lindir coughed nervously, looking like a frightened little elfling.
"Well... I was the only one at the Hall when it arrived, I thought it would be easier to come deliver it myself then go find a servant to do it...maybe I should have went with the second." His voice sounded small, his eyes trained on Haldir, his brain trying to process the reason to such a scene to be taking place.
"Lindir, this was a private meeting, meant for no intruders or interruptions." Glorfindel spoke sternly, realizing his friend's evil intents Erestor glared at him, knowing the blond was not truly mad, but enjoying himself.
"I-I am so sorry, my deepest apologies, I did not mean to intrude...b-but the messenger said it was urgent... I.."
"Shh, no word of this shall ever leave your mouth. Can we trust you to do that?" The Balrog Slayer continued his torture. Elrond and Mithrandir, the ones who would usually stand up for the younger Elf were entranced by the development, greatly curious about Lindir's reactions. Never before had someone managed to find them in this place, especially not during a session.
"Lord Glorfindel, please believe me, I am not a talker, I hardly even speak at any rate, I swear no word of this will leave the room, I do not even remember anything, I am blind already!" Celeborn could see the young Elf was starting to panic and stood up.
"Very well Lindir, you may leave now."
"T-thank you my Lord." The white haired Elf hurried back to the exit.
"Wait! We will finish what we... were doing, and then discuss deeply whether to trust you or not. I will be speaking with you in the morning Lindir."
"Y-yes. Good evening." The minstrel bowed and practically flew out of the room. Haldir blushing almost as fiercely as Lindir turned to Glorfindel who was now laughing uncontrollably.
"What was that?"
"Yes my friend, that was not necessary, why did you do that?" Erestor asked knowing he would have been just as embarrassed as Lindir if he had found himself in such a situation.
"I was trying to prove a point to myself before I told you about it. And I have succeeded." Glorfindel's eyes shone with mischief.
"Then please enlighten us." Erestor said.
"Well, I believe we found our Surprised member." He grinned maniacally exchanging a knowing glance with Erestor and feeling extremely proud at the double meaning to the title he had made up.
TBC...