A/N: Somehow my teacher of Latin used to use this expression a lot, and that is what prompted the drabble :)

Also, yes, the previous AWAD piece was supposed to be slightly alarming. After all, it's not a labrador puppy, it's a rage prone Dwarf. Wren is just very smart in managing him, but he is still very uncontrollable and dangerous. But our Wren is a trooper! :)

Light stuff this time to cheer us all up!

Secret of Polichinelle, noun

A supposed secret that's widely known: an open secret.

"No, my Lord, you can't! That is just a wrong curve. For once, you have to follow instructions. You can't bend it this way." "I can, and I will, zundush." He is kissing behind your ear. "Then you will get a sloppy and inadequate result, my Lord." "I still will get a result." "Yes, but do you want it to be so unsatisfactory?"

He pauses his exploration of the back of your neck with his lips and peeks over your shoulder. You are sitting at his desk, in his chair, and he is caging you with his arms, his hands on the armrests.

"Would you like to try again, my Lord?" He sighs and takes a quill in his hand. To do so he presses himself into you, and you start suspecting that that was the sole purpose of this class. He attempts a fricative v again, but the result is indeed sloppy since, though he is keeping his eyes on the paper, he is simultaneously kissing your jaw.

"That's a different letter, my Lord, you forgot the little ear over here." You point at the right side of the symbol. "Now it is a b," he catches your earlobe between his teeth.

You twist from under his greedy mouth and turn in the chair. "Are you even interested in learning the alphabet, my Lord?" You are giving him a stern look that does not deceive either of you. "Yes, of course," his eyes are wide open and honest. Again, neither of you is deceived.

You give him a skeptical look over and turn back to the table. You pick up a quill and fix his v. "You have to keep an eye on all your ears, tails and legs," he chortles, you roll up your eyes, he cannot see you anyways, you can afford a gesture so unbecoming a lady, "when you build your text, you will have to be careful, since you can go left to right, and right to left," his hand snakes around your jaw and he tilts your head for better access, "Rumil, the chronicler of Valinor was ambidextrous."

He is sucking on the muscle between your neck and shoulder now, gently pulling the collar of your dress aside with one finger. Two can play this game. "You can also go top to bottom," his lips halt, "that would be from the right side, and again," you slightly turn your head to him and lift your brow, "top to bottom, from the left." He chuckles.

You look back and the paper and execute a perfect w. "That is a glide, my Lord, a w." He looks at it and snorts. "No, it is not, my lady." "Are you doubting my expertise in languages, my Lord? If not a letter of the noble ancient alphabet of Sarati, what is it then?"

"That, my honourable healer," he slides his hands along your arms, effectively pressing every inch of his body to yours, as much as it is possible in this position. His lips are near your ear, "Is an organ that you will get intimately familiar with in a few seconds."

You laugh and start turning in the chair, when the door bursts open. The King jumps back with an astonishing grace and vitesse. The King's younger sister-son rushes in and freezes by the door. You are desperately grasping to a delusion that you are not blushing but there is very little hope. Kili bows, "Lady Filegethiel."

"What is it, Kili?" The King's voice is calm and collected. He is also standing behind the chair to conceal his raging erection. "Pardon me, uncle, I did not know you were preoccupied." "It is my usual time for a language class with the honourable healer."

"I apologise, I will return later," Kili is backtracking to the door and when he has almost closed it, his brother runs into him. "Aren't we going in?" You can hear the lower voice of the older sibling. The door is almost closed but you catch the last phrase. "They are snogging there again, may be we should come back in a couple hours."

The latch on the door clicks, and the King starts laughing.

A THOUGHT FOR TODAY:

Few people are capable of expressing with equanimity opinions which differ from that of their social environment.

-Albert Einstein, physicist, Nobel laureate (1879-1955)