Authors notes: Ok first off I would like to thank you all *falls on knee's crying* who reviewed my little first timer ficcie! And I want to do it right so:
To [1]Chibi Duo-chan : Thanks so much for the reviews and the help with all the grammatical errors. About that whole *be* thing, sorry, either I was trying for a rustic old 15^th century type feel or I was too into my Galfin Mode. I will try to fix it from now on. Again, thanks for the words and always thanks for reading.
To Kelly ([2]SPIRITWOMAN@skybest.com) : Thank you very much for reviewing, I'm glad you liked it!
To [3]AJ Matthews : Thank you as well for your words and I am glad you thought it funny, I wasn't sure if it really was or not. *scratches head*
To [4]Sirena Farren : I am glad you enjoyed my story and at your wish here is more! ^_^
To [5]mythlover : I am so glad you enjoyed my little story and I hope this next chapter lives up to your expectations!
To boromirfangirl () : "THIS WAS GREAT SO FAR!!!!" *blushes* err, uh, thank you very much I am glad you like it. And sorry about all the grammatical problems, I wrote this first chapter at like three in the morning and I was just a BIT tired. In addition, do you want it to be A/L/B slash? I can possibly arrange that. *Grins*
To [6]Gaberiel Yaslana : Yay! Someone enjoyed the reactions and the yummy Elf-hugginess! Yay! Thank you also, very much! I am glad you like it and I hope you like this next part too.
PHEW! Ok, not that that is over on with other stuff. I will try to fix all grammatical errors I can, but I must admit I usually get so sucked up in the story I don't seem to pay much attention to the words. IF ANYONE OUT THERE WOULD LIKE TO BE MY BETA(?) READER I would SERIOUSLY appreciate it!! Oh, and I noticed that I left a Number unexplained in the last chapter, it was by January. That's because I couldn't remember the name for January in the Shire calendar. I'll Change it when I figure it out. Anyway, I hope this part isn't too bad. Please enjoy and remember suggestions are always welcome.
QUICK WARNING!! The next to the last scene gets a bit err um weird. So read with caution.
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT *insert curse word here* Own LotR's or any of its characters. (`cept for Galfin in this so don't steal my openly gay little boy kay!) However, the idea for this story is solely mine so please don't take that either. Ok Sankyou!
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Chapter 2 : "Of Bedchambers and unwelcome advances."
With, for the moment, lightened hearts the fellowship moved to their two room's at `The Ka'lamaer(1) Inn", compliments of their new ever-giddy friend, Galfin. Originally, the boy had offered each member their own private room but the group gracefully declined insisting that one room would suit them well. However, the young man would have none of it and forced them into two rooms happily, one right next to the other.
The four gentle-hearted big-stomached hobbits were to share one room with the dwarf, while Aragorn, Boromir and Legolas were to share the other, which was thankfully the larger and taller of the two. Galfin quickly showed them to their quarters, pointing out all the most desired aspects of each room. In the Hobbits' room there were only four beds yet they were each large enough to push together to make one massive mattress that would bare most of the inhabitants of the large in.
The beds were dressed finely in gentle swaths of silk and cotton, colored gray with trimmings of gold, amber and red. The décor around the rest of the large room was also in similar colors, giving off the feel of a warm autumn in the forest. Against the far wall, opposite the beds, stood two tall floor-to-ceiling windows and nestled gentle in between was a soft oak desk.
Lastly, upon the wall directly to their right was a tall also floor-to-ceiling fireplace, already crackling with a steady blaze.
"Be it to your liking you masters?" Their host asked, gently closing the door and moved to the next. The four half-lings nodded happily their eyes still wide at the waves of comfort they could almost feel emanating from the beckoning beds. "Aye, `tis too much really." Frodo replied, walking up to the merry young man. Galfin shook his head. "Nothing is too much for new special friends of I!" He exclaimed with a gentle laugh, patting the ring bearer on the head as he looked at Legolas and Boromir with a sly wink. The two turned weary eyes down, Legolas sliding quickly behind Boromir so he could take the blunt of the boy's next assault.
With a light giggle, Galfin moved to the next room, which was conveniently positioned right next to his own private chambers. This room was considerably larger even though the last had been huge in its own right, at least as far as inns go. It was dressed in the softer colors of spring with muted grays and silvers, many different shades of green and a gentle accent of amber here or there.
There were four beds in this room as well, each looking impossibly soft, almost as if they were clouds trapped beneath silk sheets. Also, there was a desk and windows to match the one's in the hobbits' room and in the place of one fireplace there were two, one on each end of the room both ablaze with welcoming flames. It was indeed, very beautiful. Legolas stepped cautiously out from his sanctuary from behind Boromir and moved forward looking steadily at the chamber and all its glory.
"Indeed, your city must be fairly wealthy to be able to maintain such places of splendor." The elf spoke softly, running his hand down the fine cherry wood of the door frame, its cool touch upon his fingers reassuring in this still strange place. Galfin nodded with a knowing glint in his eyes, then shook his head and pushed the elf forward into the room. "Come you must want to rest! Shall have I food brought, and a goblet of me best wine to lull you to sleep. Come, off with you!" He laughed, pushing Boromir and Aragorn resisting into their room's by the rumps and smiled sweetly at their flustered faces.
"Be not so shy! We like to touch here!" With that, the little master turned and hugged the little hobbits and pushed them on their own way, shying a little away from Gimli as the proud dwarf walked passed him; leaving the Humans and Elf to shudder at the meaning of those words.
The two groups, upon persistent persuasion, then split and went to their designated quarters, deciding to meet down stairs in the dinning hall in a few hours for supper.
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Gimli tossed his pack onto his thankfully comfortable chosen bed then shuffled silently through it for his coin pouch. He needed a drink, a good strong drink that would nock him on his rump and he needed it badly! His feet were sore and his back ached from all that stomping, he was so deathly tired but he'd be well and truly dead before he, a proud Dwarf, admitted it. He grumbled as he continued to search.
The half-lings moved then to their own mattresses, instinctively pushing them tight together and plopped down waiting for their lunch to arrive, unaware as to their friends inner turmoil. However, not two minutes into their restless wait they drifted happily off to a sweet slumber, cuddled in a thick pile of satin sheets and dusty curls. The dwarf looked up as the room fell unexpectedly silent and looked upon the sleeping boys with a small smirk.
Pippin and Frodo, being the most vulnerable of the four were nestled and sandwiched happily in the middle of the pile, small contented sounds escaping them every now and again. With surprising ease, Gimli crept to the tall windows and drew the light curtains closed then left the little ones with wishes of `rest well, and pleasant dreams.'
He had found his pouch and nothing, NOTHING was going to stop him from getting slobbering drunk! After all, he'd earned it with all the pain and troubles he'd been subject to recently.
The Dwarf then ventured down the stairs to the large and welcoming bar to get a much-need or rather a great many much-needed drinks, stopping only once to invite Boromir along; who politely declined.
`Hmm, well His loss!'
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Legolas stretched out gently, belly down, upon his own feather filled mattress, a small contented look gracing his soft elven features as he listened to the others settle in. "`Tis nice to be upon a bed again." He muttered softly, watching with dulled eyes the other two in their new quarters. "Aye, `tis indeed, but tell me this- Do not elves enjoy sleeping upon natures bed more?" Aragorn taunted softly, pausing his rummaging to look at the beautiful cat-like prince.
Legolas raised his head and his fine eyebrow at he Ranger and nodded." Ah, of course my friend, but no elf will turn down the warm clutches of a true bed every so often." Thinking a bit on that, he nodded again and smiled sweetly. "Besides, I am only being polite after all." He whispered, turning his head away and resting it upon his folded arms. "Right." The ranger replied with a laugh, watching as the elf prince's chest shook with silent laughter.
"I must agree with Legolas, these beds are heaven compared to the dirt we've been subject to these last few evenings." Boromir then chimed in, stretching out on his own comfort ridden mattress, laying face up just in case an unexpected SOMEONE were to suddenly walk in and try to take the liberty of getting too friendly with him again. Aragorn stopped his watching and searching at that and sat upon a small pillow fluffed chair next to the gently roaring fire.
"Aye, the beds may be as of heaven, but - what of this city? Its appearance here still bothers me." He said, rubbing numbness from his exposed fingertips idly as he stared intent into the blazing red and orange flared flame. "That thought bothers me as well, Aragorn. For how could a city as full in wealth and thriving with such a surge as this just suddenly appear?" Legolas responded, his head still tilted away, watching carefully the people that passed by bellow his window.
"Wait, what are you two talking about?" Boromir broke in, rising to sit upon his elbows and look between the two still and silent figures. "What are you keeping from me?" He asked, this time a little harder with a faint hint of accusation in his tone. The ranger looked up then and gazed steadily at the son of Gondor. "This place does not belong here Boromir. In our last travels upon this land, their was nothing settled between Lothlorien and the mines Moria. That was not more than a few months or so ago on an errand for Lord Elrond.-" Aragorn's gaze slid unconsciously to the willowy form of the gentle wood-elf and lingered upon his soft inviting curves.
"As I said, a city of this size and wealth could not have simply sprung up so quickly." Legolas responded, turning finally to look back to his companions, catching Aragorn's intent gaze and blushed slightly although for the life of him he could not think why. "I think, perhaps Galfin knows more than he is telling." He then informed, sitting up fully and crossed his nimble legs upon the pillow-like futon.
"Aye, I agree." The ranger replied, tearing his gaze forcefully away from the lovely elf to rest again against the burning fire with a burning fire growing within his own gray depths. "Perhaps then, we should question him later on it. Though I think now would be the best time for rest. I do not feel threatened in this place, just wrong. If that at all makes sense." The blond laughed, rising and walking to the small washroom adjoining their chambers. Boromir unconsciously shuddered at the thought of questions passed between himself and the young boy Galfin, sure that there were to be some unwanted gestures and touches to go with them. Boromir stood and shook his head trying to clear his mind.
"I think I shall go see what is keeping lunch." He said softly, moving towards the large wooden door. Aragorn raised his eyebrows at the man. "Galfin might be out their waiting for you, you know." He retorted, a satisfied smirk spreading across his lips as Boromir shuddered again. "On second thought I think I shall just wash up a bit and take a good LONG rest." The steward of Grondors son said, pivoting around in one swift movement and walked after the elf.
There was only one person he could think of letting do something like touching him THERE, ok perhaps two, but that new boy was definitely not one of them. `Oh stars! I hope the rest of the town isn't like that!' Boromir thought in distress, his head falling as he entered the small washroom and pushed the tall elf out without thinking.
Legolas blinked at Aragorn, then blinked at he door and then just blinked in general. "Well, that was rude." He said softly plopping down on his bed and hugged a pillow gently to his chest.
Aragorn couldn't hold it in any longer. Therefore, he didn't. The Ranger burst out laughing, gaining a slightly confused look and a swift pillow to the face from the pretty blond.
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Their lunches had been brought to them as ordered, and the ones who were still awake and sober enjoyed it greatly. Hungrily, they downed the sweet wines save Legolas, who would not drink it no matter what his humans companions taunted him with, not sure as to his reluctance they soon with their own reluctance shrugged it off.
The food was plentiful and juicy beyond reason. Scores of fruits and fresh bread, hand baked, had been brought to them along with gingerly salted and testily prepared meats that none had ever heard of before let alone tried. It was altogether a wonderful meal and left them all with full tummies and satisfied smiles.
They were grateful even through weariness of their happening upon this strange town and its delectable albeit strange menus. Surely, the young hobbits would be angry to hear they missed such fine food, but they would get their fair share and more at supper.
With a content moan of pleasure, Boromir leaned back upon his bed, a stray hand resting upon his stomach. "Never have I eaten so well in the past few weeks. I feel I shall regret it on the morrow, but for now I am content." He mused, brushing his hair lazily away from his heavy eyes and settled in for sleep. Aragorn nodded, polishing off his third goblet of wine, licking the deep red form his lips teasingly slow. An unconscious action that did not go unnoticed by the two sets of eyes in the room.
"Indeed, it puts poor Sam's stews and berries to shame dare I say." He responded with a laugh, his own eyes glancing over to Legolas as he slowly, so very slowly, polished off the last of the purplish strawberries. Aragorn gulped as his eyes grew transfixed.
Legolas was unaware of the gaze upon him as he placed another plump strawberry between his fair peach lips and swallowed it with a gentle purr, a poised tongue darting out to gently lap at the juice collecting upon his fingertips. He then almost sadly picked up the last strawberry and very slowly chewed it savoring the sweet taste, a small stream of pinkish fluid glazing its way down his chin and neck as he reached for his goblet of chilled cream.
Aragorn swallowed hard, his mouth opened slightly at the sight. `I wonder how that would taste on him?.' Aragorn mentally slapped himself hard for that strange and incredibly WRONG thought and shook his head sharply, then turned on his bed. With thoughts like that jumping into his head... This was going to be a LONG day.
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Pippin awoke with a large yawn, his slender hobbit limbs stretching high above his head unconsciously as he looked about him. It was dark in the room, and not just due to the drawn curtains, it was nightfall outside as well, a small moonlight glow glazing across the floor beneath the window shade. The little half-ling felt incredibly warm, warmer and more comfortable than he had in days; he was happy here.
This was a good town.
Shifting again, he turned on his side to see the open eyes of Merry watching him softly. Pippin jumped with a little startled squeak upon seeing his friends scrutiny of himself then smiled shakily with a faint blush.
"I was beginning to wonder when you would awake Pip." Merry whispered looking past his friend to Frodo still asleep on the other side of him. "I think it `tis time for supper. Sam left a bit ago a little after Gimli returned. I don't think the Dwarf will be joining us for dinner." The light-hearted Hobbit informed his friend, with a small smile as he nestled deeper into the covers of the soft haven of a bed. Pippin sniffed the air gently and his little nose pinched up at the heavy sent of alcohol and the thick sound of constant deep snoring.
Pippin nodded. Yes, Gimli would not be joining the land of the living again for quite sometime, and when he did he would sourly regret it. "Are the others up yet?" the Took whispered in return, sitting up silently and glancing back at the sleeping ring bearer himself. "I'm not sure. I know Galfin is though, and Boromir. I heard him complaining a while back." Merry sniggered at that, tidbits of a very interesting conversation, a.k.a. keep-your-hands-off-me-boy! fight popping back into his mind.
"Should we wake Frodo?" Pip asked, looking back across as Merry too sat up and stretched. Merry nodded. "Aye, at least for a while to get something warm in him, then we can all come back to sleep some more." He replied, gently climbing out of the large make shift mattress and slipped on his shoes while straightening his unruly hair.
Pippin nodded yet again, and turned to gently awaken the sleeping dark haired hobbit next to him.
Soon, all of the fellowship, save Gimli who still slept in his drunken stupor up stairs, were gathered down in the large dining hall reserved just for them that evening. Happily enjoying each others refreshed company. Galfin Buzzed merrily about them, drinking in all he could about their battles and troubles and adventure stories all the while serving their every whim as best as he could.
The group seemed almost truly happy, their minds so set on the time at hand that they shut out all the gloom from their last few days and ignored the dark suffocating cloud that hung over them. There would be a time and a place of peace where they could grieve. Here was not it, this place was too joyful, too bright. They could not grieve here even if they wanted so badly to do so.
No, not here. This place was too happy, too open, too unguarded.
Too.. Galfin...
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TBC
*dun dun dun* ok that was lame, not much of a cliff hanger but I swear I'm getting to the good stuff, that is unless you like Poor Boromir and Legolas and Occasionally Aragorn being tormented and innocently violated by the sweet and giddy Galfin ^____^ *grin* Can't you tell that I do? :P
1) Ka'lamaer = Sweet Dreams. ( this is the name of the Inn, The sweet dreams in. I think you can guess why it's called the sweet dreams inn too by the descriptions.)
Oh and lastly, this turning into a slashy fic is still up for debate. I can always re-do that scene between Legolas and Aragorn, I just wanted to know what you all thought first. Should it be slashy or should it be straight I'm not sure. PLEASE, tell me what you WANT! Then I will write it ^_^
Heh, oh and remember all suggestions are openly welcome. Pleas R/R Sankyou!
References
1. http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=70638
2. mailto:SPIRITWOMAN@skybest.com
3. http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=147795
4. http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=62636
5. http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=166718
6. http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=38995
To [1]Chibi Duo-chan : Thanks so much for the reviews and the help with all the grammatical errors. About that whole *be* thing, sorry, either I was trying for a rustic old 15^th century type feel or I was too into my Galfin Mode. I will try to fix it from now on. Again, thanks for the words and always thanks for reading.
To Kelly ([2]SPIRITWOMAN@skybest.com) : Thank you very much for reviewing, I'm glad you liked it!
To [3]AJ Matthews : Thank you as well for your words and I am glad you thought it funny, I wasn't sure if it really was or not. *scratches head*
To [4]Sirena Farren : I am glad you enjoyed my story and at your wish here is more! ^_^
To [5]mythlover : I am so glad you enjoyed my little story and I hope this next chapter lives up to your expectations!
To boromirfangirl () : "THIS WAS GREAT SO FAR!!!!" *blushes* err, uh, thank you very much I am glad you like it. And sorry about all the grammatical problems, I wrote this first chapter at like three in the morning and I was just a BIT tired. In addition, do you want it to be A/L/B slash? I can possibly arrange that. *Grins*
To [6]Gaberiel Yaslana : Yay! Someone enjoyed the reactions and the yummy Elf-hugginess! Yay! Thank you also, very much! I am glad you like it and I hope you like this next part too.
PHEW! Ok, not that that is over on with other stuff. I will try to fix all grammatical errors I can, but I must admit I usually get so sucked up in the story I don't seem to pay much attention to the words. IF ANYONE OUT THERE WOULD LIKE TO BE MY BETA(?) READER I would SERIOUSLY appreciate it!! Oh, and I noticed that I left a Number unexplained in the last chapter, it was by January. That's because I couldn't remember the name for January in the Shire calendar. I'll Change it when I figure it out. Anyway, I hope this part isn't too bad. Please enjoy and remember suggestions are always welcome.
QUICK WARNING!! The next to the last scene gets a bit err um weird. So read with caution.
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT *insert curse word here* Own LotR's or any of its characters. (`cept for Galfin in this so don't steal my openly gay little boy kay!) However, the idea for this story is solely mine so please don't take that either. Ok Sankyou!
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Chapter 2 : "Of Bedchambers and unwelcome advances."
With, for the moment, lightened hearts the fellowship moved to their two room's at `The Ka'lamaer(1) Inn", compliments of their new ever-giddy friend, Galfin. Originally, the boy had offered each member their own private room but the group gracefully declined insisting that one room would suit them well. However, the young man would have none of it and forced them into two rooms happily, one right next to the other.
The four gentle-hearted big-stomached hobbits were to share one room with the dwarf, while Aragorn, Boromir and Legolas were to share the other, which was thankfully the larger and taller of the two. Galfin quickly showed them to their quarters, pointing out all the most desired aspects of each room. In the Hobbits' room there were only four beds yet they were each large enough to push together to make one massive mattress that would bare most of the inhabitants of the large in.
The beds were dressed finely in gentle swaths of silk and cotton, colored gray with trimmings of gold, amber and red. The décor around the rest of the large room was also in similar colors, giving off the feel of a warm autumn in the forest. Against the far wall, opposite the beds, stood two tall floor-to-ceiling windows and nestled gentle in between was a soft oak desk.
Lastly, upon the wall directly to their right was a tall also floor-to-ceiling fireplace, already crackling with a steady blaze.
"Be it to your liking you masters?" Their host asked, gently closing the door and moved to the next. The four half-lings nodded happily their eyes still wide at the waves of comfort they could almost feel emanating from the beckoning beds. "Aye, `tis too much really." Frodo replied, walking up to the merry young man. Galfin shook his head. "Nothing is too much for new special friends of I!" He exclaimed with a gentle laugh, patting the ring bearer on the head as he looked at Legolas and Boromir with a sly wink. The two turned weary eyes down, Legolas sliding quickly behind Boromir so he could take the blunt of the boy's next assault.
With a light giggle, Galfin moved to the next room, which was conveniently positioned right next to his own private chambers. This room was considerably larger even though the last had been huge in its own right, at least as far as inns go. It was dressed in the softer colors of spring with muted grays and silvers, many different shades of green and a gentle accent of amber here or there.
There were four beds in this room as well, each looking impossibly soft, almost as if they were clouds trapped beneath silk sheets. Also, there was a desk and windows to match the one's in the hobbits' room and in the place of one fireplace there were two, one on each end of the room both ablaze with welcoming flames. It was indeed, very beautiful. Legolas stepped cautiously out from his sanctuary from behind Boromir and moved forward looking steadily at the chamber and all its glory.
"Indeed, your city must be fairly wealthy to be able to maintain such places of splendor." The elf spoke softly, running his hand down the fine cherry wood of the door frame, its cool touch upon his fingers reassuring in this still strange place. Galfin nodded with a knowing glint in his eyes, then shook his head and pushed the elf forward into the room. "Come you must want to rest! Shall have I food brought, and a goblet of me best wine to lull you to sleep. Come, off with you!" He laughed, pushing Boromir and Aragorn resisting into their room's by the rumps and smiled sweetly at their flustered faces.
"Be not so shy! We like to touch here!" With that, the little master turned and hugged the little hobbits and pushed them on their own way, shying a little away from Gimli as the proud dwarf walked passed him; leaving the Humans and Elf to shudder at the meaning of those words.
The two groups, upon persistent persuasion, then split and went to their designated quarters, deciding to meet down stairs in the dinning hall in a few hours for supper.
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Gimli tossed his pack onto his thankfully comfortable chosen bed then shuffled silently through it for his coin pouch. He needed a drink, a good strong drink that would nock him on his rump and he needed it badly! His feet were sore and his back ached from all that stomping, he was so deathly tired but he'd be well and truly dead before he, a proud Dwarf, admitted it. He grumbled as he continued to search.
The half-lings moved then to their own mattresses, instinctively pushing them tight together and plopped down waiting for their lunch to arrive, unaware as to their friends inner turmoil. However, not two minutes into their restless wait they drifted happily off to a sweet slumber, cuddled in a thick pile of satin sheets and dusty curls. The dwarf looked up as the room fell unexpectedly silent and looked upon the sleeping boys with a small smirk.
Pippin and Frodo, being the most vulnerable of the four were nestled and sandwiched happily in the middle of the pile, small contented sounds escaping them every now and again. With surprising ease, Gimli crept to the tall windows and drew the light curtains closed then left the little ones with wishes of `rest well, and pleasant dreams.'
He had found his pouch and nothing, NOTHING was going to stop him from getting slobbering drunk! After all, he'd earned it with all the pain and troubles he'd been subject to recently.
The Dwarf then ventured down the stairs to the large and welcoming bar to get a much-need or rather a great many much-needed drinks, stopping only once to invite Boromir along; who politely declined.
`Hmm, well His loss!'
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Legolas stretched out gently, belly down, upon his own feather filled mattress, a small contented look gracing his soft elven features as he listened to the others settle in. "`Tis nice to be upon a bed again." He muttered softly, watching with dulled eyes the other two in their new quarters. "Aye, `tis indeed, but tell me this- Do not elves enjoy sleeping upon natures bed more?" Aragorn taunted softly, pausing his rummaging to look at the beautiful cat-like prince.
Legolas raised his head and his fine eyebrow at he Ranger and nodded." Ah, of course my friend, but no elf will turn down the warm clutches of a true bed every so often." Thinking a bit on that, he nodded again and smiled sweetly. "Besides, I am only being polite after all." He whispered, turning his head away and resting it upon his folded arms. "Right." The ranger replied with a laugh, watching as the elf prince's chest shook with silent laughter.
"I must agree with Legolas, these beds are heaven compared to the dirt we've been subject to these last few evenings." Boromir then chimed in, stretching out on his own comfort ridden mattress, laying face up just in case an unexpected SOMEONE were to suddenly walk in and try to take the liberty of getting too friendly with him again. Aragorn stopped his watching and searching at that and sat upon a small pillow fluffed chair next to the gently roaring fire.
"Aye, the beds may be as of heaven, but - what of this city? Its appearance here still bothers me." He said, rubbing numbness from his exposed fingertips idly as he stared intent into the blazing red and orange flared flame. "That thought bothers me as well, Aragorn. For how could a city as full in wealth and thriving with such a surge as this just suddenly appear?" Legolas responded, his head still tilted away, watching carefully the people that passed by bellow his window.
"Wait, what are you two talking about?" Boromir broke in, rising to sit upon his elbows and look between the two still and silent figures. "What are you keeping from me?" He asked, this time a little harder with a faint hint of accusation in his tone. The ranger looked up then and gazed steadily at the son of Gondor. "This place does not belong here Boromir. In our last travels upon this land, their was nothing settled between Lothlorien and the mines Moria. That was not more than a few months or so ago on an errand for Lord Elrond.-" Aragorn's gaze slid unconsciously to the willowy form of the gentle wood-elf and lingered upon his soft inviting curves.
"As I said, a city of this size and wealth could not have simply sprung up so quickly." Legolas responded, turning finally to look back to his companions, catching Aragorn's intent gaze and blushed slightly although for the life of him he could not think why. "I think, perhaps Galfin knows more than he is telling." He then informed, sitting up fully and crossed his nimble legs upon the pillow-like futon.
"Aye, I agree." The ranger replied, tearing his gaze forcefully away from the lovely elf to rest again against the burning fire with a burning fire growing within his own gray depths. "Perhaps then, we should question him later on it. Though I think now would be the best time for rest. I do not feel threatened in this place, just wrong. If that at all makes sense." The blond laughed, rising and walking to the small washroom adjoining their chambers. Boromir unconsciously shuddered at the thought of questions passed between himself and the young boy Galfin, sure that there were to be some unwanted gestures and touches to go with them. Boromir stood and shook his head trying to clear his mind.
"I think I shall go see what is keeping lunch." He said softly, moving towards the large wooden door. Aragorn raised his eyebrows at the man. "Galfin might be out their waiting for you, you know." He retorted, a satisfied smirk spreading across his lips as Boromir shuddered again. "On second thought I think I shall just wash up a bit and take a good LONG rest." The steward of Grondors son said, pivoting around in one swift movement and walked after the elf.
There was only one person he could think of letting do something like touching him THERE, ok perhaps two, but that new boy was definitely not one of them. `Oh stars! I hope the rest of the town isn't like that!' Boromir thought in distress, his head falling as he entered the small washroom and pushed the tall elf out without thinking.
Legolas blinked at Aragorn, then blinked at he door and then just blinked in general. "Well, that was rude." He said softly plopping down on his bed and hugged a pillow gently to his chest.
Aragorn couldn't hold it in any longer. Therefore, he didn't. The Ranger burst out laughing, gaining a slightly confused look and a swift pillow to the face from the pretty blond.
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Their lunches had been brought to them as ordered, and the ones who were still awake and sober enjoyed it greatly. Hungrily, they downed the sweet wines save Legolas, who would not drink it no matter what his humans companions taunted him with, not sure as to his reluctance they soon with their own reluctance shrugged it off.
The food was plentiful and juicy beyond reason. Scores of fruits and fresh bread, hand baked, had been brought to them along with gingerly salted and testily prepared meats that none had ever heard of before let alone tried. It was altogether a wonderful meal and left them all with full tummies and satisfied smiles.
They were grateful even through weariness of their happening upon this strange town and its delectable albeit strange menus. Surely, the young hobbits would be angry to hear they missed such fine food, but they would get their fair share and more at supper.
With a content moan of pleasure, Boromir leaned back upon his bed, a stray hand resting upon his stomach. "Never have I eaten so well in the past few weeks. I feel I shall regret it on the morrow, but for now I am content." He mused, brushing his hair lazily away from his heavy eyes and settled in for sleep. Aragorn nodded, polishing off his third goblet of wine, licking the deep red form his lips teasingly slow. An unconscious action that did not go unnoticed by the two sets of eyes in the room.
"Indeed, it puts poor Sam's stews and berries to shame dare I say." He responded with a laugh, his own eyes glancing over to Legolas as he slowly, so very slowly, polished off the last of the purplish strawberries. Aragorn gulped as his eyes grew transfixed.
Legolas was unaware of the gaze upon him as he placed another plump strawberry between his fair peach lips and swallowed it with a gentle purr, a poised tongue darting out to gently lap at the juice collecting upon his fingertips. He then almost sadly picked up the last strawberry and very slowly chewed it savoring the sweet taste, a small stream of pinkish fluid glazing its way down his chin and neck as he reached for his goblet of chilled cream.
Aragorn swallowed hard, his mouth opened slightly at the sight. `I wonder how that would taste on him?.' Aragorn mentally slapped himself hard for that strange and incredibly WRONG thought and shook his head sharply, then turned on his bed. With thoughts like that jumping into his head... This was going to be a LONG day.
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Pippin awoke with a large yawn, his slender hobbit limbs stretching high above his head unconsciously as he looked about him. It was dark in the room, and not just due to the drawn curtains, it was nightfall outside as well, a small moonlight glow glazing across the floor beneath the window shade. The little half-ling felt incredibly warm, warmer and more comfortable than he had in days; he was happy here.
This was a good town.
Shifting again, he turned on his side to see the open eyes of Merry watching him softly. Pippin jumped with a little startled squeak upon seeing his friends scrutiny of himself then smiled shakily with a faint blush.
"I was beginning to wonder when you would awake Pip." Merry whispered looking past his friend to Frodo still asleep on the other side of him. "I think it `tis time for supper. Sam left a bit ago a little after Gimli returned. I don't think the Dwarf will be joining us for dinner." The light-hearted Hobbit informed his friend, with a small smile as he nestled deeper into the covers of the soft haven of a bed. Pippin sniffed the air gently and his little nose pinched up at the heavy sent of alcohol and the thick sound of constant deep snoring.
Pippin nodded. Yes, Gimli would not be joining the land of the living again for quite sometime, and when he did he would sourly regret it. "Are the others up yet?" the Took whispered in return, sitting up silently and glancing back at the sleeping ring bearer himself. "I'm not sure. I know Galfin is though, and Boromir. I heard him complaining a while back." Merry sniggered at that, tidbits of a very interesting conversation, a.k.a. keep-your-hands-off-me-boy! fight popping back into his mind.
"Should we wake Frodo?" Pip asked, looking back across as Merry too sat up and stretched. Merry nodded. "Aye, at least for a while to get something warm in him, then we can all come back to sleep some more." He replied, gently climbing out of the large make shift mattress and slipped on his shoes while straightening his unruly hair.
Pippin nodded yet again, and turned to gently awaken the sleeping dark haired hobbit next to him.
Soon, all of the fellowship, save Gimli who still slept in his drunken stupor up stairs, were gathered down in the large dining hall reserved just for them that evening. Happily enjoying each others refreshed company. Galfin Buzzed merrily about them, drinking in all he could about their battles and troubles and adventure stories all the while serving their every whim as best as he could.
The group seemed almost truly happy, their minds so set on the time at hand that they shut out all the gloom from their last few days and ignored the dark suffocating cloud that hung over them. There would be a time and a place of peace where they could grieve. Here was not it, this place was too joyful, too bright. They could not grieve here even if they wanted so badly to do so.
No, not here. This place was too happy, too open, too unguarded.
Too.. Galfin...
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TBC
*dun dun dun* ok that was lame, not much of a cliff hanger but I swear I'm getting to the good stuff, that is unless you like Poor Boromir and Legolas and Occasionally Aragorn being tormented and innocently violated by the sweet and giddy Galfin ^____^ *grin* Can't you tell that I do? :P
1) Ka'lamaer = Sweet Dreams. ( this is the name of the Inn, The sweet dreams in. I think you can guess why it's called the sweet dreams inn too by the descriptions.)
Oh and lastly, this turning into a slashy fic is still up for debate. I can always re-do that scene between Legolas and Aragorn, I just wanted to know what you all thought first. Should it be slashy or should it be straight I'm not sure. PLEASE, tell me what you WANT! Then I will write it ^_^
Heh, oh and remember all suggestions are openly welcome. Pleas R/R Sankyou!
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