Chapter 7
~ recap ~ Estel and Arwen just got back from their trip out and are currently at supper. Enjoy! Hana X
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"More?" Estel asked, holding up the wine jug.
"Yes," Arwen said, rather too loudly. All conversation stopped and fourteen eyes fixed themselves upon her reddening cheeks. She looked down at her plate and said more quietly, "I would like some more, um, wine please Estel."
Under the watchful eyes of Elrond, he poured some into her outheld glass and noticed her hand was shaking. However he couldn't see her face behind her hair to tell if this was from embarassment or laughter.
He felt Elrond's eyes on him for a couple of minutes more before the Lord of Rivendell finally got back into conversation with Elladan and another official Elf, Palo.
Later on throughout the meal Arwen occasionally caught Estel's eye and they shared a small, embarassed grin. They both knew her outburst of 'more' had not been for wine. There was only one thing she craved of late, and it was neither food nor drink. It was......
"Estel! Stop it!" He looked up from where he was kissing her neck and smiled a truly gorgeous smile.
"Stop what?" He continued, regardless of her complaints. "You love it really!"
Arwen sighed, which turned into a moan of pleasure. He was right, she did love it, but if he continued in this way her father might get suspicious and come to investigate. "Ada will realise something's going on. I only said I needed to change my dress, and I haven't even done that yet! And as to your excuse....."
Estel lifted his head and looked straight into her eyes, as if to read the deepest desires of her heart through them. "My excuse was perfectly valid."
Arwen ran a hand through his long hair, laughing softly. "You said you'd seen a wounded animal that needed attending to! Talk about pathetic!"
"Aah," he said smiling knowingly, "I never said it was good, I said it was valid."
"And how is that?"
"Well, you seem like a wounded animal to me, and I'd say I'm attending to you pretty well!"
"Would you now?" She stretched her arms around his neck and pressed her forehead against his. "I can think of another way I need attending to."
"Could you now?" He wrapped a strong arm around her sleight waist and pulled her body against his, sending a shiver down her spine. "I bet I could think of a better one!"
Suddenly he pushed her backwards onto her bed and, pinning her down, began tickling her. She shreiked so loudly that in the end, fearing discovery, he had to smother her with something.
Seeing nothing, he used his lips. Immediately she was silenced, and her flailing arms found comfort around his back. She moaned into his open mouth and answered his eager tongue. He was right: there really were no rules!
Just when she thought she was about to melt from the passion, he pulled back with a grin. "I think that's just about enough 'attending' for now!" He leaned forward once again and kissed her nose. "Your father will be getting worried."
"Who gives a damn about my father-"
Estel gently pushed her back from where she was leaning forward to try and kiss him again. "You do," he said, smiling.
Just as she was about to argue her case, a shout echoed through the building.
"Arwen? Estel?" It was followed by quick footsteps.
Arwen gasped and scrambled up faster than she ever had before. She rushed over to her wardrobe, tearing her wine-stained dress off as she went.
"Undomiel?" The voice, undoubtedly her father's, was suddenly right outside her door. He knocked. "Me'ell {daughter}, are you in there?" The door handle began to turn and Arwen shrieked.
"Estel, help me!" She hissed to where he was laughing on the bed. "It's not funny!" She was struggling to pull down a clean dress, grey satin with tiny pearls everywhere, and her father was at the door, about to walk in on his beloved almost naked with a man in the room. "Estel!"
Suddenly Elrond was in the doorway and Arwen was pulled into Estel's shoulder. Thankfully he'd managed to get her dress down before her father entered.
"Arwen, are you-" He stopped and took in the sight before him. His daughter was being held extremely close to his foster son's body, her face invisible over his shoulder. "A-Arwen? Estel? What are you doing?"
"Ssh." Estel motioned to Arwen who he had begun to rock slowly back and forth.
"What's going on?" Elrond whispered, still staring with disbelieveing eyes.
"She's upset." He felt her stepping painfully on his foot, wondering what on earth he was playing at, but ignored it.
"Why is she upset?" Elrond took a step towards her but Estel moved back.
"Don't come near, she doesn't want to talk about it." He said this with such melodramacy, emphasising each word, that Arwen's body shook with laughter. Fortunately her father took this as crying.
"Undomiel? Why do you weep?" Seeing he would get no reply from his 'sobbing' daughter, he looked questioningly to Estel. "Why?"
Estel carefully walked, still holding Arwen, across to her bed where he lay her down. She rolled over onto her front to hide her grin and he stroked her hair, as if he was comforting her. "It's ok, Ti'alane, it's ok." Using her childhood nickname was sure to wipe any lasting suspicions of anything dodgy from Elrond's mind.
Estel stood and moved over to the Lord of Imladris. "You know the wounded animal I saw earlier?"
"The one you went to attend to?"
"Yes, well," he lowered his voice to a dramatic whisper, "it died. The poor little badger, I couldn't save it."
"And what has this got to do with my daughter?"
"Well, I was burying it by the west grove, and she came past and asked me what I was doing..... And when she saw, she just burst into tears. I was going to comfort her but she ran off, and I was worried so I followed. When I got here I knocked and once she'd changed her dress she let me in." He shook his head in mock sympathy. "Poor thing, she was crying but wouldn't admit it, you know what she's like!" Elrond did indeed - his daughter would never show any sign of weakness without being mortally embarassed. "The when you came she suddenly collasped into tears on my shoulder."
Elrond sighed. "Ah, she will be fine once she gets over it. Sum'ire meare lla, ic erra regin'ie!" {My little princess, always the drama queen!}
Estel had to control his laughter. "Yes, you could say that!"
Turning to leave, the Elf's exprsession sombred and he said "About our little chat, could you meet me in my parlour?"
Estel nodded and asked, "at what time? Should I bring your daughter if she has recovered?"
"Whenever you're ready. Yes, bring the Evenstar, I daresay she could be of use to you....." He trailed off and with a last look at Arwen, left the room.
Estel let Elrond's last words slip through his mind unnoticed, for once he had closed the door, Arwen rolled over and the look on her face set them off into fits of belated laughter.
He went across to the bed and pulled her into a sitting position where he put his hands on her shoulders and looked seriously into her eyes. "Now, erra regin'ie, are you sure you're alright?" His tone was deeply concerned, but broke slightly as he continued, "after you saw that badger, I feared you would remember it for weeks, hauting your steps like some sort of evil demon...." He trailed off, trying to with hold his amusement.
Arwen bit her lip and sniffed dramatically. "I will remember that terrible sight for the rest of my life.... I was thinking of setting up a memorial for it, the poor little badger-" She shook her voice and broke off into mock sobs. She risked a glance at Estel, which was a mistake for her acting ambience. He raised one eyebrow which, added to his skepitcal look and breaking grin, soon turned her 'howls of grief' into howls of hysterics. Estel let his concealed laughter break free, and again they laughed until their stomachs hurt.
"Oh Estel, I love you...." Arwen sobered, though a smile still played on her lips.
He stopped laughing and took both her hands in his. "And I you, Úndomiel."
"Say it."
"Say what?"
"That you love me."
He looked down at his hands. "I..... love yooo-ur bedroom."
"What?" For a minute she thought he was being serious. Then she realised. "Hey!" She playfully slapped his arm, laughing. "Say it properly!"
"I love you."
Immediately her laughter halted and she stared at him, tears pricking her eyes. "You do?"
"You know I do."
"I know you do, do you know I do?"
"I know you know I do, and I know you do too."
"Well, I'm glad you know I do, and I know you know I know you know that you do - or something like that!" She grinned, which Estel mirrored.
"Now we've got that sorted, I think you've recovered enough to come with me to your father's parlour." He brushed her lips with his, stood up and offered her his arm. "My lady...."
"My lord," she beamed as they left the room.
But to where they were headed, neither of the could ever have predicted.
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Sooooo, its been a long time right? And I know I promised something would happen....... but I got caught up in the fluff ....... I'm sure you don't mind too much........ lol!
Okey Dokey then, now the real slog starts - just how does one go about telling a man his whole life has been a lie......?!! lol! Or I could just have them way laid AGAIN in a corridor, and sink into the hopeless romantic being I am........ but thats just silly isnt it?! I dont think people would be very happy if all they did was kissed...... and had tickling fights....... and were generally cute!! lol!
~ recap ~ Estel and Arwen just got back from their trip out and are currently at supper. Enjoy! Hana X
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"More?" Estel asked, holding up the wine jug.
"Yes," Arwen said, rather too loudly. All conversation stopped and fourteen eyes fixed themselves upon her reddening cheeks. She looked down at her plate and said more quietly, "I would like some more, um, wine please Estel."
Under the watchful eyes of Elrond, he poured some into her outheld glass and noticed her hand was shaking. However he couldn't see her face behind her hair to tell if this was from embarassment or laughter.
He felt Elrond's eyes on him for a couple of minutes more before the Lord of Rivendell finally got back into conversation with Elladan and another official Elf, Palo.
Later on throughout the meal Arwen occasionally caught Estel's eye and they shared a small, embarassed grin. They both knew her outburst of 'more' had not been for wine. There was only one thing she craved of late, and it was neither food nor drink. It was......
"Estel! Stop it!" He looked up from where he was kissing her neck and smiled a truly gorgeous smile.
"Stop what?" He continued, regardless of her complaints. "You love it really!"
Arwen sighed, which turned into a moan of pleasure. He was right, she did love it, but if he continued in this way her father might get suspicious and come to investigate. "Ada will realise something's going on. I only said I needed to change my dress, and I haven't even done that yet! And as to your excuse....."
Estel lifted his head and looked straight into her eyes, as if to read the deepest desires of her heart through them. "My excuse was perfectly valid."
Arwen ran a hand through his long hair, laughing softly. "You said you'd seen a wounded animal that needed attending to! Talk about pathetic!"
"Aah," he said smiling knowingly, "I never said it was good, I said it was valid."
"And how is that?"
"Well, you seem like a wounded animal to me, and I'd say I'm attending to you pretty well!"
"Would you now?" She stretched her arms around his neck and pressed her forehead against his. "I can think of another way I need attending to."
"Could you now?" He wrapped a strong arm around her sleight waist and pulled her body against his, sending a shiver down her spine. "I bet I could think of a better one!"
Suddenly he pushed her backwards onto her bed and, pinning her down, began tickling her. She shreiked so loudly that in the end, fearing discovery, he had to smother her with something.
Seeing nothing, he used his lips. Immediately she was silenced, and her flailing arms found comfort around his back. She moaned into his open mouth and answered his eager tongue. He was right: there really were no rules!
Just when she thought she was about to melt from the passion, he pulled back with a grin. "I think that's just about enough 'attending' for now!" He leaned forward once again and kissed her nose. "Your father will be getting worried."
"Who gives a damn about my father-"
Estel gently pushed her back from where she was leaning forward to try and kiss him again. "You do," he said, smiling.
Just as she was about to argue her case, a shout echoed through the building.
"Arwen? Estel?" It was followed by quick footsteps.
Arwen gasped and scrambled up faster than she ever had before. She rushed over to her wardrobe, tearing her wine-stained dress off as she went.
"Undomiel?" The voice, undoubtedly her father's, was suddenly right outside her door. He knocked. "Me'ell {daughter}, are you in there?" The door handle began to turn and Arwen shrieked.
"Estel, help me!" She hissed to where he was laughing on the bed. "It's not funny!" She was struggling to pull down a clean dress, grey satin with tiny pearls everywhere, and her father was at the door, about to walk in on his beloved almost naked with a man in the room. "Estel!"
Suddenly Elrond was in the doorway and Arwen was pulled into Estel's shoulder. Thankfully he'd managed to get her dress down before her father entered.
"Arwen, are you-" He stopped and took in the sight before him. His daughter was being held extremely close to his foster son's body, her face invisible over his shoulder. "A-Arwen? Estel? What are you doing?"
"Ssh." Estel motioned to Arwen who he had begun to rock slowly back and forth.
"What's going on?" Elrond whispered, still staring with disbelieveing eyes.
"She's upset." He felt her stepping painfully on his foot, wondering what on earth he was playing at, but ignored it.
"Why is she upset?" Elrond took a step towards her but Estel moved back.
"Don't come near, she doesn't want to talk about it." He said this with such melodramacy, emphasising each word, that Arwen's body shook with laughter. Fortunately her father took this as crying.
"Undomiel? Why do you weep?" Seeing he would get no reply from his 'sobbing' daughter, he looked questioningly to Estel. "Why?"
Estel carefully walked, still holding Arwen, across to her bed where he lay her down. She rolled over onto her front to hide her grin and he stroked her hair, as if he was comforting her. "It's ok, Ti'alane, it's ok." Using her childhood nickname was sure to wipe any lasting suspicions of anything dodgy from Elrond's mind.
Estel stood and moved over to the Lord of Imladris. "You know the wounded animal I saw earlier?"
"The one you went to attend to?"
"Yes, well," he lowered his voice to a dramatic whisper, "it died. The poor little badger, I couldn't save it."
"And what has this got to do with my daughter?"
"Well, I was burying it by the west grove, and she came past and asked me what I was doing..... And when she saw, she just burst into tears. I was going to comfort her but she ran off, and I was worried so I followed. When I got here I knocked and once she'd changed her dress she let me in." He shook his head in mock sympathy. "Poor thing, she was crying but wouldn't admit it, you know what she's like!" Elrond did indeed - his daughter would never show any sign of weakness without being mortally embarassed. "The when you came she suddenly collasped into tears on my shoulder."
Elrond sighed. "Ah, she will be fine once she gets over it. Sum'ire meare lla, ic erra regin'ie!" {My little princess, always the drama queen!}
Estel had to control his laughter. "Yes, you could say that!"
Turning to leave, the Elf's exprsession sombred and he said "About our little chat, could you meet me in my parlour?"
Estel nodded and asked, "at what time? Should I bring your daughter if she has recovered?"
"Whenever you're ready. Yes, bring the Evenstar, I daresay she could be of use to you....." He trailed off and with a last look at Arwen, left the room.
Estel let Elrond's last words slip through his mind unnoticed, for once he had closed the door, Arwen rolled over and the look on her face set them off into fits of belated laughter.
He went across to the bed and pulled her into a sitting position where he put his hands on her shoulders and looked seriously into her eyes. "Now, erra regin'ie, are you sure you're alright?" His tone was deeply concerned, but broke slightly as he continued, "after you saw that badger, I feared you would remember it for weeks, hauting your steps like some sort of evil demon...." He trailed off, trying to with hold his amusement.
Arwen bit her lip and sniffed dramatically. "I will remember that terrible sight for the rest of my life.... I was thinking of setting up a memorial for it, the poor little badger-" She shook her voice and broke off into mock sobs. She risked a glance at Estel, which was a mistake for her acting ambience. He raised one eyebrow which, added to his skepitcal look and breaking grin, soon turned her 'howls of grief' into howls of hysterics. Estel let his concealed laughter break free, and again they laughed until their stomachs hurt.
"Oh Estel, I love you...." Arwen sobered, though a smile still played on her lips.
He stopped laughing and took both her hands in his. "And I you, Úndomiel."
"Say it."
"Say what?"
"That you love me."
He looked down at his hands. "I..... love yooo-ur bedroom."
"What?" For a minute she thought he was being serious. Then she realised. "Hey!" She playfully slapped his arm, laughing. "Say it properly!"
"I love you."
Immediately her laughter halted and she stared at him, tears pricking her eyes. "You do?"
"You know I do."
"I know you do, do you know I do?"
"I know you know I do, and I know you do too."
"Well, I'm glad you know I do, and I know you know I know you know that you do - or something like that!" She grinned, which Estel mirrored.
"Now we've got that sorted, I think you've recovered enough to come with me to your father's parlour." He brushed her lips with his, stood up and offered her his arm. "My lady...."
"My lord," she beamed as they left the room.
But to where they were headed, neither of the could ever have predicted.
:----:___:----:___:----:___:----:___:----:___:----:___:----:___:----:___:--- -:___:----:___:
Sooooo, its been a long time right? And I know I promised something would happen....... but I got caught up in the fluff ....... I'm sure you don't mind too much........ lol!
Okey Dokey then, now the real slog starts - just how does one go about telling a man his whole life has been a lie......?!! lol! Or I could just have them way laid AGAIN in a corridor, and sink into the hopeless romantic being I am........ but thats just silly isnt it?! I dont think people would be very happy if all they did was kissed...... and had tickling fights....... and were generally cute!! lol!