Part II
Chapter summary: The League assembles and Glorfindel decides what Lindir will have to do to pay for his intrusion.
Lindir shuffled nervously into the large common room where the meals were held. Assigned to sit at Elrond's table, the bard quickly reached his seat noticing all others were already present.
"Ah, Lindir, what a fine morning! Come and sit beside me." Glorfindel invited friendlily. This time Elrond was the one sitting at the head of the table with Erestor on one side and Glorfindel on the other. Mithrandir sat between the advisor and the Lord of the Golden Wood with an empty seat between the blond Balrog slayer and Haldir, which was where he would be sitting. The long table held many other occupants who at the moment were not paying much attention to Lindir and the fierce blush gracing his cheeks as he sat down where he had been told. Looking at each one of those he had seen last night, the Elf felt almost frightened of what they could do.
"Lindir, I missed you after you left my office last night." Glorfindel spoke in a seductive voice, making sure he was heard by all, leaning closer and putting an arm around Lindir's shoulders.
"I could not stop thinking about you after you left, all night long I kept thinking...of what I shall do to you. I am so sorry when you came last night all the clothes were cast aside...but I could not help it."
Erestor put a hand on his brow, covering his eyes and looked down feeling ashamed for both Lindir and Glorfindel. Elrond scratched his chin as he noticed the two fair Elves were the center of attention now.
"M-my Lord I..."
"Shhh," Glorfindel silenced Lindir by putting a slender finger against rosy lips.
"You know we do not need those titles, not anymore." Forcing himself not to laugh and blow the jest, the warrior gave the younger Elf his most predatory look and licked his lips.
"Lord...I mean Glorfindel you should be careful with what you say, your words...have double meaning." Lindir spoke in a rush, his usually ivory skin had a crimson touch to it, his sea blue eyes wide.
"They do not to me, I know exactly what I want to say and what I want to be heard. You will come back and see me tonight, so we can...act on what happened last night. Now I must excuse myself, Lord Elrond." Glorfindel bowed before his lord and, caressing Lindir's flushed cheeks, left the hall grinning, half-expecting Erestor to follow, which he did.
"Glorfindel, you evil, evil rag! I thought the boy was going to run away and never show his face to the light again!" Erestor's tone was half amused and half reprimanding of the blond's act.
"Oh my friend, worry not, I was only teasing him, you can go and make your move on the boy, I am not interested in that way."
"What?! Glorfindel, I am not interested in Lindir."
"Of course not, the reason why you almost soak your robes with drool when he sings is because....well you will have to enlighten me on that one. Do not be a fool Erestor, I know you have ...grown attached to the Elfling ever since he offered to help reorganizing the music section of the library."
Erestor grunted indignantly.
"He is not an Elfling. And what are you planning for Lindir?"
"Ah, I have so many initiation tasks I would like to give him...but you know, I have a particular one in mind...this will be so fun, too much fun to give him a sole task...I must think! Please do not be late for the meeting tonight. You will be required."
Erestor chuckled at the wink the other gave him and continued on his way to Elrond's office, wondering what his friend had in store for them.
Lindir walked to the gardens, closely watched by two sets of eyes.
"Go, now."
Nodding, Haldir set out after Lindir, grinning when he realized the Elf was heading to a secluded area of the gardens.
Walking silently Haldir reached the white haired Elf and wrapped his arms around him and whispered a seductive 'Hello' into the pointy ear, receiving a surprised yelp and a little jump in response.
Lindir leaped away from the March Warden trying to catch his breath from the fright.
"Haldir, what are you doing? You scared me!"
"I am sorry my beautiful minstrel, I only wanted to speak to you, in private." He again managed to put an arm around Lindir's waist and whisper close to the other's ear.
"I was thinking maybe I could show you what you were so close to see back at Glorfindel's office, but this time, just you and I, so I might get the chance to see some of you too." Haldir grinned at the fierce blush that appeared on the minstrels pale cheeks and licked his lips.
"I will at least see you tonight, won't I? At the meeting."
"Ah...yes, I believe I have no means to escape that..." Lindir said swallowing hard.
"No, you do not." Haldir grinned at the younger Elf again and set off, his face immediately turning a deep shade of red.
"I cannot believe I just did that." He muttered to himself. "Glorfindel will pay for that one!"
When night came the League members shot furtive glances at each other, anxious for the meeting to start. Celeborn played with a strand of silver hair, impatiently watching Mithrandir finish all of his pipe weed. Glorfindel had refused to give them a specific hour for the meeting and said that the moment he excused himself, they were to wait a few minutes and follow. Supper had ended half an hour ago and the blond Elda was still happily chatting with some of his warriors.
Lindir kept singing, every time trying to find a better song so his presence would be needed and he would not be able to attend the scheduled meeting, or perhaps he would entertain so well, Glorfindel and the others would forget it. But that was not to be. Obviously being the center of attention while performing kept the warrior's mind on track, and when the minstrel was reaching the end of a very popular song, the blond stood up and excused himself, rolling his eyes at Celeborn's and Elrond's relieved expressions.
"Lindir? Come, I will accompany you there." Erestor said offering an arm. "Do not be so frightened, nothing bad will happen, Glorfindel likes to bark, that is all."
Lindir nodded and took the offered hand, excusing himself from the gathering and smiling gently at the protests to his early retirement. He felt strangely reassured having Erestor hold his hand all the way to the fated room.
Lindir sat on the chair in the center of the room which Erestor had led him to and watched as the Elves and wizard entered and accommodated themselves.
They sat in the same seats as the night before, save for Haldir, who was now fully dressed, although in simple leggings and a poet shirt took a seat next to Lord Celeborn.
"Very well, it is again time to start another session of the Extraordinary League of Gentlemen."
"Oi! Oi! Oi!" Came the reply in choral.
Glorfindel spoke seriously and proceeded with their ritual. Lindir had his eyes trained on the floor not to chuckle at the name the league had chosen.
"Tonight we have a very important matter to discuss. Lindir." The broad shouldered warrior pointed to the minstrel.
"Lindir has discovered our secret meeting place and witnessed part of the activities taking place here last night. Now he has also heard of our name and it is unacceptable to let him go. He will have to join the league." Glorfindel spoke in a formal voice, almost as frightening as Elrond's when giving a tantrum.
The white haired Elf shyly lifted his head and raised his hand asking permission to speak. So far that seemed to be the way they acted around here, as tough in a court session.
"My Lords, I promised yesterday and will do so again now, nothing I saw or heard here will ever leave my lips."
"You are right, it will not, because the members of the league are sworn to secrecy and that is our only guarantee you will not speak. Unless you wish to leave Imladris?"
Glorfindel frowned at the warning glares Erestor and Elrond were giving him.
"You do not have to scare Lindir like this! You know he will never be sent away for such foolishness!" Elrond whispered into his friend's ear.
"I know Elrond, but this way we will make sure he joins...or at least perform his tests. We cannot let such a chance pass us by!" Glorfindel whispered back before returning his attention to Lindir.
Haldir was ecstatic. Lord Celeborn had told him he would enjoy this visit to Imladris, but he had no idea it would be this much! This league sounded like a true delight, and he had had the luck of not being the newest member for long. The March Warden intently heard Elrond read the rules of the league and curiously watched Lindir's shocked gaze travel about the room. He knew the minstrel had understood what this group was about, but clearly had never expected such things from his lords, well from none of them save Glorfindel.
"All understood?" Elrond asked seriously and taking pity on Lindir added, "All your questions will be answered later."
"Yes...I understand." Nodding furiously Lindir was torn between expectation and fear. He knew very well Glorfindel would make him do something embarrassing, but yet the idea of such a group, of seeing his lords as they truly were and be part of such a select group made it difficult for him not to burst with joy. He had been trembling when the session started, but once he understood what this was all about, the feelings changed immediately.
Waiting for Elrond to sit again, the president of the league gave Erestor a sideways glance smirking and stood up.
"We have now to decide the tasks you will have to fulfill to be considered a part of this group."
Glorfindel had always known it was stupid to read the rules before the initiation tests, but he did it on purpose, knowing the thought would also cross the mind of the new inductee and make him work harder to achieve his goals.
"Your first test Lindir, will be to seduce someone." He said proudly hearing the sharp intake of breath that came from the minstrel as well as other members of the league.
"So you will not have to waste time picking someone, we will write down the name of every Elf residing in Imladris, in front of you of course, and then you will chose one, but you will not tell anyone who that person is, understood?"
Receiving a nod from the stunned white haired Elf Glorfindel continued, shooting a lopsided smirk at Erestor.
"As I assume you are not very familiar with the whole idea of seduction, I will have Erestor tutor you, agreed?" The blond could see from the corner of his eye the other Elves and the wizard shake their heads wondering what he had in mind, after all there had to be a reason for him to assign Erestor, of all people, to teach the art of seduction.
"You have a fortnight to complete this task, during the first week and a half Erestor will tutor you and help your plans, after that you are free to act, and when the day comes we want you to show us evidence of your success. Now Elrond, do you think he would look good in one of those diminutive leather loincloths?" The blond asked checking Lindir over.
"WHAT?!" Lindir yelped jumping out of his chair and squeezing his eyes in anger when Glorfindel started to laugh.
"Hey, we are all entitled to the mental picture; consider yourself lucky we do not really have one of those for you to dress in." The blond replied smirking.
"We just have to wait until the day Thranduil visits, maybe he can lend us his." Erestor said bursting out with laughter and looking curiously as Elrond jumped upright.
"I almost forgot! The message Lindir delivered last night!" As Elrond spoke his expression turned more and more devious.
"King Thranduil is paying us a visit." The Lord of Imladris spoke, his grin widening at the cheers of the league members.
"Ah! Finally a chance to put our corruption plans into action!" Celeborn said lightly.
TBC...
Chapter summary: The League assembles and Glorfindel decides what Lindir will have to do to pay for his intrusion.
Lindir shuffled nervously into the large common room where the meals were held. Assigned to sit at Elrond's table, the bard quickly reached his seat noticing all others were already present.
"Ah, Lindir, what a fine morning! Come and sit beside me." Glorfindel invited friendlily. This time Elrond was the one sitting at the head of the table with Erestor on one side and Glorfindel on the other. Mithrandir sat between the advisor and the Lord of the Golden Wood with an empty seat between the blond Balrog slayer and Haldir, which was where he would be sitting. The long table held many other occupants who at the moment were not paying much attention to Lindir and the fierce blush gracing his cheeks as he sat down where he had been told. Looking at each one of those he had seen last night, the Elf felt almost frightened of what they could do.
"Lindir, I missed you after you left my office last night." Glorfindel spoke in a seductive voice, making sure he was heard by all, leaning closer and putting an arm around Lindir's shoulders.
"I could not stop thinking about you after you left, all night long I kept thinking...of what I shall do to you. I am so sorry when you came last night all the clothes were cast aside...but I could not help it."
Erestor put a hand on his brow, covering his eyes and looked down feeling ashamed for both Lindir and Glorfindel. Elrond scratched his chin as he noticed the two fair Elves were the center of attention now.
"M-my Lord I..."
"Shhh," Glorfindel silenced Lindir by putting a slender finger against rosy lips.
"You know we do not need those titles, not anymore." Forcing himself not to laugh and blow the jest, the warrior gave the younger Elf his most predatory look and licked his lips.
"Lord...I mean Glorfindel you should be careful with what you say, your words...have double meaning." Lindir spoke in a rush, his usually ivory skin had a crimson touch to it, his sea blue eyes wide.
"They do not to me, I know exactly what I want to say and what I want to be heard. You will come back and see me tonight, so we can...act on what happened last night. Now I must excuse myself, Lord Elrond." Glorfindel bowed before his lord and, caressing Lindir's flushed cheeks, left the hall grinning, half-expecting Erestor to follow, which he did.
"Glorfindel, you evil, evil rag! I thought the boy was going to run away and never show his face to the light again!" Erestor's tone was half amused and half reprimanding of the blond's act.
"Oh my friend, worry not, I was only teasing him, you can go and make your move on the boy, I am not interested in that way."
"What?! Glorfindel, I am not interested in Lindir."
"Of course not, the reason why you almost soak your robes with drool when he sings is because....well you will have to enlighten me on that one. Do not be a fool Erestor, I know you have ...grown attached to the Elfling ever since he offered to help reorganizing the music section of the library."
Erestor grunted indignantly.
"He is not an Elfling. And what are you planning for Lindir?"
"Ah, I have so many initiation tasks I would like to give him...but you know, I have a particular one in mind...this will be so fun, too much fun to give him a sole task...I must think! Please do not be late for the meeting tonight. You will be required."
Erestor chuckled at the wink the other gave him and continued on his way to Elrond's office, wondering what his friend had in store for them.
Lindir walked to the gardens, closely watched by two sets of eyes.
"Go, now."
Nodding, Haldir set out after Lindir, grinning when he realized the Elf was heading to a secluded area of the gardens.
Walking silently Haldir reached the white haired Elf and wrapped his arms around him and whispered a seductive 'Hello' into the pointy ear, receiving a surprised yelp and a little jump in response.
Lindir leaped away from the March Warden trying to catch his breath from the fright.
"Haldir, what are you doing? You scared me!"
"I am sorry my beautiful minstrel, I only wanted to speak to you, in private." He again managed to put an arm around Lindir's waist and whisper close to the other's ear.
"I was thinking maybe I could show you what you were so close to see back at Glorfindel's office, but this time, just you and I, so I might get the chance to see some of you too." Haldir grinned at the fierce blush that appeared on the minstrels pale cheeks and licked his lips.
"I will at least see you tonight, won't I? At the meeting."
"Ah...yes, I believe I have no means to escape that..." Lindir said swallowing hard.
"No, you do not." Haldir grinned at the younger Elf again and set off, his face immediately turning a deep shade of red.
"I cannot believe I just did that." He muttered to himself. "Glorfindel will pay for that one!"
When night came the League members shot furtive glances at each other, anxious for the meeting to start. Celeborn played with a strand of silver hair, impatiently watching Mithrandir finish all of his pipe weed. Glorfindel had refused to give them a specific hour for the meeting and said that the moment he excused himself, they were to wait a few minutes and follow. Supper had ended half an hour ago and the blond Elda was still happily chatting with some of his warriors.
Lindir kept singing, every time trying to find a better song so his presence would be needed and he would not be able to attend the scheduled meeting, or perhaps he would entertain so well, Glorfindel and the others would forget it. But that was not to be. Obviously being the center of attention while performing kept the warrior's mind on track, and when the minstrel was reaching the end of a very popular song, the blond stood up and excused himself, rolling his eyes at Celeborn's and Elrond's relieved expressions.
"Lindir? Come, I will accompany you there." Erestor said offering an arm. "Do not be so frightened, nothing bad will happen, Glorfindel likes to bark, that is all."
Lindir nodded and took the offered hand, excusing himself from the gathering and smiling gently at the protests to his early retirement. He felt strangely reassured having Erestor hold his hand all the way to the fated room.
Lindir sat on the chair in the center of the room which Erestor had led him to and watched as the Elves and wizard entered and accommodated themselves.
They sat in the same seats as the night before, save for Haldir, who was now fully dressed, although in simple leggings and a poet shirt took a seat next to Lord Celeborn.
"Very well, it is again time to start another session of the Extraordinary League of Gentlemen."
"Oi! Oi! Oi!" Came the reply in choral.
Glorfindel spoke seriously and proceeded with their ritual. Lindir had his eyes trained on the floor not to chuckle at the name the league had chosen.
"Tonight we have a very important matter to discuss. Lindir." The broad shouldered warrior pointed to the minstrel.
"Lindir has discovered our secret meeting place and witnessed part of the activities taking place here last night. Now he has also heard of our name and it is unacceptable to let him go. He will have to join the league." Glorfindel spoke in a formal voice, almost as frightening as Elrond's when giving a tantrum.
The white haired Elf shyly lifted his head and raised his hand asking permission to speak. So far that seemed to be the way they acted around here, as tough in a court session.
"My Lords, I promised yesterday and will do so again now, nothing I saw or heard here will ever leave my lips."
"You are right, it will not, because the members of the league are sworn to secrecy and that is our only guarantee you will not speak. Unless you wish to leave Imladris?"
Glorfindel frowned at the warning glares Erestor and Elrond were giving him.
"You do not have to scare Lindir like this! You know he will never be sent away for such foolishness!" Elrond whispered into his friend's ear.
"I know Elrond, but this way we will make sure he joins...or at least perform his tests. We cannot let such a chance pass us by!" Glorfindel whispered back before returning his attention to Lindir.
Haldir was ecstatic. Lord Celeborn had told him he would enjoy this visit to Imladris, but he had no idea it would be this much! This league sounded like a true delight, and he had had the luck of not being the newest member for long. The March Warden intently heard Elrond read the rules of the league and curiously watched Lindir's shocked gaze travel about the room. He knew the minstrel had understood what this group was about, but clearly had never expected such things from his lords, well from none of them save Glorfindel.
"All understood?" Elrond asked seriously and taking pity on Lindir added, "All your questions will be answered later."
"Yes...I understand." Nodding furiously Lindir was torn between expectation and fear. He knew very well Glorfindel would make him do something embarrassing, but yet the idea of such a group, of seeing his lords as they truly were and be part of such a select group made it difficult for him not to burst with joy. He had been trembling when the session started, but once he understood what this was all about, the feelings changed immediately.
Waiting for Elrond to sit again, the president of the league gave Erestor a sideways glance smirking and stood up.
"We have now to decide the tasks you will have to fulfill to be considered a part of this group."
Glorfindel had always known it was stupid to read the rules before the initiation tests, but he did it on purpose, knowing the thought would also cross the mind of the new inductee and make him work harder to achieve his goals.
"Your first test Lindir, will be to seduce someone." He said proudly hearing the sharp intake of breath that came from the minstrel as well as other members of the league.
"So you will not have to waste time picking someone, we will write down the name of every Elf residing in Imladris, in front of you of course, and then you will chose one, but you will not tell anyone who that person is, understood?"
Receiving a nod from the stunned white haired Elf Glorfindel continued, shooting a lopsided smirk at Erestor.
"As I assume you are not very familiar with the whole idea of seduction, I will have Erestor tutor you, agreed?" The blond could see from the corner of his eye the other Elves and the wizard shake their heads wondering what he had in mind, after all there had to be a reason for him to assign Erestor, of all people, to teach the art of seduction.
"You have a fortnight to complete this task, during the first week and a half Erestor will tutor you and help your plans, after that you are free to act, and when the day comes we want you to show us evidence of your success. Now Elrond, do you think he would look good in one of those diminutive leather loincloths?" The blond asked checking Lindir over.
"WHAT?!" Lindir yelped jumping out of his chair and squeezing his eyes in anger when Glorfindel started to laugh.
"Hey, we are all entitled to the mental picture; consider yourself lucky we do not really have one of those for you to dress in." The blond replied smirking.
"We just have to wait until the day Thranduil visits, maybe he can lend us his." Erestor said bursting out with laughter and looking curiously as Elrond jumped upright.
"I almost forgot! The message Lindir delivered last night!" As Elrond spoke his expression turned more and more devious.
"King Thranduil is paying us a visit." The Lord of Imladris spoke, his grin widening at the cheers of the league members.
"Ah! Finally a chance to put our corruption plans into action!" Celeborn said lightly.
TBC...