A/N: Here's a quick part, as I'm working on a longer part. BTW-this is
the same "Cry of the Eagle" that I have been writing, but I revamped it to
keep it in the R rating. Unfortunately, ff.net would not let us do
ANYTHING to any of the NC-17 rated stories, so I was forced to lose all of
my reviews. :( So sad.
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************* Laundry *************
Elrohir was up early for a change, Glorfindel noted. Of course, the cold ground did not offer the comfort of the beds of Imladris, but Elrohir was never known to be up before dawn. Glorfindel rose to his knees, scanning the small campsite for his love. He could see him nowhere, but he heard the unmistakable sound of his singing mingling with the running water of the stream they were camped by.
Glorfindel reached for his tunic, but his groping hand found nothing in his pack. He frowned as he realized that all of his clothes were missing, along with Elrohir's. Was this some sort of prank?
Glorfindel drew a blanket from his bedroll around himself as he rose to his feet. He followed Elrohir's sweet voice until he could see him. He was sitting on a rock by the edge of the stream, singing to himself and the barely-waking birds. Glorfindel smiled as he saw most of their clothes strewn across the rocks, apparently drying. Elrohir was scrubbing at the last of the tunics, holding it up to the rising sun every now and again for inspection before bending to his task once again.
"Elrohir of Imladris has risen before the sun to do the laundry?" Glorfindel asked aloud once he was within earshot. "Valar help us! The end of Arda has come!"
Elrohir laughed softly as he turned around, wringing the water out of the cloth in his hands. "Perhaps you would have liked to arrive in Thranduil's court smelling like an orc, but I would not."
Glorfindel's smile widened. "Do you think he would have known the difference? Anyway, you could have left me at least a tunic to wear!"
Elrohir's eyebrows rose. "That blanket is quite fetching on you, actually. The blue brings out your eyes."
Glorfindel smirked and moved closer, so he was sitting on one of the large smooth rocks along the shore. Elrohir ignored him and continued with the last few garments he had left. The rising sun highlighted his figure in rose and gold tones, and Glorfindel more than appreciated the view. He wore no tunic, and only an old pair of leggings, lending Glorfindel a full view of the smooth muscles and pale skin. The pendant around Elrohir's neck flashed in the sun, reflecting the crest of his own house into his eyes.
"Finished!" Elrohir announced as he laid out the last pair of leggings. He reclined on the stone, stretching like a cat on the worn surface. "I thought to have them dry and finished before you woke, but you seemed intent on spoiling my plans, as always."
"An old habit from when you were younger and your plans needed spoiling," Glorfindel responded. "Though I do appreciate this."
Elrohir shrugged. "Elladan makes me do it when we're away from home, so it is an old habit on my part also."
Elrohir rose and went to stand behind Glorfindel. He wrapped his arms around the Eldar's neck, lowering his head to rest on Glorfindel's shoulder. Glorfindel sighed and leaned back into the embrace. Elrohir smelled like the river and the wet earth, and faintly of the clean scent of horses. He wondered if he himself did smell like an orc, but he could bathe in a moment and banish all doubt.
Anyway, if he did smell like an orc, then Elrohir would not be embracing him like that.
Or kissing his ear in that way that made him tremble.
Or reaching around to steal the blanket
Or....
Or....
Sigh.
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************* Laundry *************
Elrohir was up early for a change, Glorfindel noted. Of course, the cold ground did not offer the comfort of the beds of Imladris, but Elrohir was never known to be up before dawn. Glorfindel rose to his knees, scanning the small campsite for his love. He could see him nowhere, but he heard the unmistakable sound of his singing mingling with the running water of the stream they were camped by.
Glorfindel reached for his tunic, but his groping hand found nothing in his pack. He frowned as he realized that all of his clothes were missing, along with Elrohir's. Was this some sort of prank?
Glorfindel drew a blanket from his bedroll around himself as he rose to his feet. He followed Elrohir's sweet voice until he could see him. He was sitting on a rock by the edge of the stream, singing to himself and the barely-waking birds. Glorfindel smiled as he saw most of their clothes strewn across the rocks, apparently drying. Elrohir was scrubbing at the last of the tunics, holding it up to the rising sun every now and again for inspection before bending to his task once again.
"Elrohir of Imladris has risen before the sun to do the laundry?" Glorfindel asked aloud once he was within earshot. "Valar help us! The end of Arda has come!"
Elrohir laughed softly as he turned around, wringing the water out of the cloth in his hands. "Perhaps you would have liked to arrive in Thranduil's court smelling like an orc, but I would not."
Glorfindel's smile widened. "Do you think he would have known the difference? Anyway, you could have left me at least a tunic to wear!"
Elrohir's eyebrows rose. "That blanket is quite fetching on you, actually. The blue brings out your eyes."
Glorfindel smirked and moved closer, so he was sitting on one of the large smooth rocks along the shore. Elrohir ignored him and continued with the last few garments he had left. The rising sun highlighted his figure in rose and gold tones, and Glorfindel more than appreciated the view. He wore no tunic, and only an old pair of leggings, lending Glorfindel a full view of the smooth muscles and pale skin. The pendant around Elrohir's neck flashed in the sun, reflecting the crest of his own house into his eyes.
"Finished!" Elrohir announced as he laid out the last pair of leggings. He reclined on the stone, stretching like a cat on the worn surface. "I thought to have them dry and finished before you woke, but you seemed intent on spoiling my plans, as always."
"An old habit from when you were younger and your plans needed spoiling," Glorfindel responded. "Though I do appreciate this."
Elrohir shrugged. "Elladan makes me do it when we're away from home, so it is an old habit on my part also."
Elrohir rose and went to stand behind Glorfindel. He wrapped his arms around the Eldar's neck, lowering his head to rest on Glorfindel's shoulder. Glorfindel sighed and leaned back into the embrace. Elrohir smelled like the river and the wet earth, and faintly of the clean scent of horses. He wondered if he himself did smell like an orc, but he could bathe in a moment and banish all doubt.
Anyway, if he did smell like an orc, then Elrohir would not be embracing him like that.
Or kissing his ear in that way that made him tremble.
Or reaching around to steal the blanket
Or....
Or....
Sigh.