to yours trying to go down on mine, under the table, during dinner
The day had been long and hot. Most of them had been out for the majority; training, guarding the walls and gates and meeting one another. That all of the Lords of the houses had been asked to the King's palace that evening for dinner out in the gardens was quite welcome and enjoyable. They'd come early, the new wine flowing freely and ice had been brought up from the ice houses so it was lovely and chilled too.
That was probably the reason a few of them had drunk more than perhaps they would have done before the dinner started proper and they were sat. Good wine and empty stomachs weren't the best mix.
Laurefindil was sat between Idril and Maeglin. The former providing easy laughter and good conversation whilst the latter was quiet as ever, picking at his napkin. Opposite were Egal and Ehtele, whispering and giggling together like a pair of youngsters and Laurefindil gave them more than a few suspicious looks but nothing more, deciding to leave them to it for a while as he talked.
Suddenly he sat up with a yelp, biting his tongue against a shocked curse as Idril started and inquired as to what was wrong. He shot a look over to the other side, seeing instantly that his husband was no longer in his seat, face flushing a bright red at the same time.
He stuttered out an apology to Idril, something about a bee sting, a good excuse to push his hand under the table where she'd hopefully just assume that his fumbling was to rub at the offending area whilst really he was trying to shove an inebriated elf away from his lap.
Maeglin raised a brow at him which didn't go unnoticed and across from him Egal was guffawing away behind his hand. Laurefindil mouthed a threat at him and increased the pressure on Ehtele's head to move him away, more people now being attracted to the commotion.
At last Turukano spoke up to see what the matter was and the golden haired warrior stood, pushing his chair back and pulling his tunic down over himself, face red with embarrassment and chagrin alike. He kept his eyes on his cousin and king, apologised for the interruption and that he would be back in a moment. Only one swift glare towards the pair of eyes twinkling at him from beneath the tablecloth and he left for the washrooms, hearing Idril exclaiming about a bee to the confused party as he went.