A/N: Another part. I know these have all been pretty fluffy so far, but
I'll get into some more R rated stuff later on. Requests are always
welcome, and reviews are treasured!!
*************** First Choices ***************
He leans on the fence, shading his eyes against the morning sun and biting his lip in concentration. His eyes are quick in following the horses' movements as they caper around the large paddock. There are so many to choose from that he doesn't know what to do with himself.
Elladan, perched on the fence next to his brother, speaks quietly to his father who stands on his other side. I cannot hear what they say, but Elrond smiles and inclines his head to show he is listening.
"What say you, Glorfindel?" Elrohir asks my counsel, his eyes eager.
I glance over the small herd. There is such an arrangement of steeds that I myself would have trouble choosing amongst them. A great white warhorse catches my eye, his mane a flash of silver as he streaks by.
"The white stallion?" I venture, indicating him to Elrohir.
Elrohir considers the choice. "He is well fit for battle, but I do not know how he would fare on the narrow paths Elladan and I ride on."
I smile, more to myself than to him. Of course, he is looking for a fast, nimble horse to race during the festivals at Imladris. A cunning steed, then, to match his own wits.
"The bay, then?" I ask.
Elrohir shakes his head. "Elladan fancies her," he says in a whisper. "I would not take his first choice."
"Have you chosen, Elrohir?" Elrond's voice cuts through any reply I might make.
"No, Father," Elrohir answers ruefully. "Have you chosen, Elladan?" he asks his brother.
Elladan nods happily. "The bay mare," he announces. "She's a pretty little thing, but I think she will make a good ally also."
Elrohir smiles. "A good choice," he says with no indication that he, too, would have her as his own.
"You do not have to choose today," Elrond reminds his younger son. "The horses will be here tomorrow, and the day after that."
Elrohir nods and steps off the fence. "I will return later and look with a fresh eye," he says.
Elrond smiles and puts his hand on Elrohir's shoulder. "Do not worry if these steeds do not strike you at first glance. You are wise in taking your time in choosing, especially for your first mount."
Elrohir nods and watches as Elladan leaps over the fence to acquaint himself with the pretty mare. She bows her head and snuffs at his hand. Elrohir watches wistfully and Elrond see him, glancing at me over his son's head. I can do nothing but shrug and Elrond shakes his head. Sweet Elrohir, I know he's thinking. He says as much out loud every chance he gets.
All of Imladris is touched by how their Lord dotes on his twin sons. They turn a blind eye on the boys' antics, leaving me and their father to reprimand them when necessary. Still, I know it will be much too soon when Elladan and Elrohir are grown and no longer need their old tutor. I dream of the day when they will ride with me on the long border patrols, when Elladan will compete in his first archery tournament, or when Elrohir will win his first horse race. I think of the day when they will choose their first lovers, and in my heart I know it will Elladan who will come home first with a love on his arm.
My thinking is interrupted as Elrohir springs onto my back, his hands wrapping around my shoulders and legs around my waist. "I think I have found my steed!" he cries to his father.
Elrond laughs and I hold on to Elrohir's arms to ensure he does not fall. "What a stunning stallion!" Elrond compliments his son. "The finest of the herd of Imladris."
Elrohir's breath is hot on my neck as he leans his head close to my ear. "A ride back to the house?" he asks.
I grin and toss my hair as a horse would his mane, and he laughs as it tickles him. I take off running back to the Great House, not caring if my Lord and Elladan follow or not.
*************** First Choices ***************
He leans on the fence, shading his eyes against the morning sun and biting his lip in concentration. His eyes are quick in following the horses' movements as they caper around the large paddock. There are so many to choose from that he doesn't know what to do with himself.
Elladan, perched on the fence next to his brother, speaks quietly to his father who stands on his other side. I cannot hear what they say, but Elrond smiles and inclines his head to show he is listening.
"What say you, Glorfindel?" Elrohir asks my counsel, his eyes eager.
I glance over the small herd. There is such an arrangement of steeds that I myself would have trouble choosing amongst them. A great white warhorse catches my eye, his mane a flash of silver as he streaks by.
"The white stallion?" I venture, indicating him to Elrohir.
Elrohir considers the choice. "He is well fit for battle, but I do not know how he would fare on the narrow paths Elladan and I ride on."
I smile, more to myself than to him. Of course, he is looking for a fast, nimble horse to race during the festivals at Imladris. A cunning steed, then, to match his own wits.
"The bay, then?" I ask.
Elrohir shakes his head. "Elladan fancies her," he says in a whisper. "I would not take his first choice."
"Have you chosen, Elrohir?" Elrond's voice cuts through any reply I might make.
"No, Father," Elrohir answers ruefully. "Have you chosen, Elladan?" he asks his brother.
Elladan nods happily. "The bay mare," he announces. "She's a pretty little thing, but I think she will make a good ally also."
Elrohir smiles. "A good choice," he says with no indication that he, too, would have her as his own.
"You do not have to choose today," Elrond reminds his younger son. "The horses will be here tomorrow, and the day after that."
Elrohir nods and steps off the fence. "I will return later and look with a fresh eye," he says.
Elrond smiles and puts his hand on Elrohir's shoulder. "Do not worry if these steeds do not strike you at first glance. You are wise in taking your time in choosing, especially for your first mount."
Elrohir nods and watches as Elladan leaps over the fence to acquaint himself with the pretty mare. She bows her head and snuffs at his hand. Elrohir watches wistfully and Elrond see him, glancing at me over his son's head. I can do nothing but shrug and Elrond shakes his head. Sweet Elrohir, I know he's thinking. He says as much out loud every chance he gets.
All of Imladris is touched by how their Lord dotes on his twin sons. They turn a blind eye on the boys' antics, leaving me and their father to reprimand them when necessary. Still, I know it will be much too soon when Elladan and Elrohir are grown and no longer need their old tutor. I dream of the day when they will ride with me on the long border patrols, when Elladan will compete in his first archery tournament, or when Elrohir will win his first horse race. I think of the day when they will choose their first lovers, and in my heart I know it will Elladan who will come home first with a love on his arm.
My thinking is interrupted as Elrohir springs onto my back, his hands wrapping around my shoulders and legs around my waist. "I think I have found my steed!" he cries to his father.
Elrond laughs and I hold on to Elrohir's arms to ensure he does not fall. "What a stunning stallion!" Elrond compliments his son. "The finest of the herd of Imladris."
Elrohir's breath is hot on my neck as he leans his head close to my ear. "A ride back to the house?" he asks.
I grin and toss my hair as a horse would his mane, and he laughs as it tickles him. I take off running back to the Great House, not caring if my Lord and Elladan follow or not.