Sahara twisted her hands nervously. She wore no face veil, but for a thin film across the bottom of her face, concealing her mouth. Old habits, it would seem, die hard, and she felt uncomfortable baring so much flesh. She wore a dress, one of Lorien make, and it was the loveliest thing she had ever seen, in a green that was so soft and bright compared to the coarse fabric her peoples women wove that it made her very flesh sigh with pleasure. She awaited the arrival of Galdrion in the stables with much reluctance. She knew he would be very angry, and now that the moment drew nearer, she was beginning to regret that she had ever allowed her head to be filled with such impossible notions of freedom. Rumil and three of his wardens awaited his arrival also, but for a different reason altogether. They had been honour bound to protect the small elleth from Galdrions hand, and this was a task they would do gladly, anything to frustrate the heavy handed foreigner who treated females with such disdain. Galdrion strode in to the stables, anger playing clearly upon his features, as he made his way swiftly to where she stood. "Woman, cover your face and avert your eyes, do you not realise the shame you have caused me!" he raised his hand to strike her, only to have it caught in the bruising grip of Rumil.
"I promised you once that if you laid another hand upon a female in violence, I would deal with you. Do not make me have to act upon this threat. The Lady Sahara is an adopted member of the house of Lorien, and she is one of our people now, and you have no claim to her. She has divorced you through the laws of our people, and has the same rights, if not, more so than your self. Do not strike her, or speak to her with such disrespect ever again, Dark one."
Galdrion wrenched his hand away, and strode to where a series of strange beasts were stabled, the same ones that he had seen the wardens riding on upon the fences. "What creatures are these?" he asked through gritted teeth, battling to control his fury. None of his other wives would dare defy him. It would seem that in his years of wives submitting to his ruling, he had grown lax in his ruling of them, not hammering discipline and his law into them firmly enough. This small unworthy one would pay, away from the eyes of this pale foreigner, whose eyes followed him everywhere, once he had Lorasar back.
"They are called horses. It is what we ride on to Imladris. They will be faster than the hulking creatures you ride upon."
"They seem unnatural", he muttered. "How can such a small creature support any kind of weight. No wonder you let females fight. They must be the only thing these beasts can carry."
"You would be surprised, foreigner, you would be surprised."
Allarah sighed. She knew the twins had more than likely figured out they had been had. And very thoroughly. They had left no new gifts for her in days, and she had seen neither hide nor hair of them since. Which was, above all, odd. She surprised herself, she had missed them a great deal more than she had originally realised. She missed their infectious laughter, and their smiles that always made her days brighter. She leaned back against the wooden chair within her rooms, and entertained the idea of letting the two out of the dark about their current situation, when suddenly, she heard loud voices outside her door.
"Shhh! She might be sleepin'" one slurred.
"Nuh, she won't be, the suns up."
"I think tha's the moon, you fool,"
Allarah made her way over to the door, and opened it, to find two, slightly dishevelled, devilishly handsome, and ever so roaringly drunk twins outside her room.
"Look, ell'dan. She's no' sleepin'!" slurred Elrohir, before slumping against the door way.
"Allarah!" said Elladan, raising the bottle of wine he was holding in a drunken salute. "Drink?"
"What are you doing!" she admonished, battling to keep from laughing at the sight that met her eyes.
"Well, I came to tell you.."
"We came to tell you." Interrupted Elrohir, as he tipped his bottle back, and finding it empty, looked woefully into the bottle.
"Came to tell you, tha' we love you Allarah."
"Yes. We do, bu' you see, our Father got us."
"Yeah. He got us good," commented Elladan wryly, looking sheepishly at the floor.
"Bu' we still love you."
"Yeah. Will you kiss us again now?" Elrohir asked, before his eyes rolled in to his head, and fell down in the doorway, unconscious.
Allarah shook her head in amazement. "How much have you two had to drink?"
"Abou' three or four bottles," commented Elladan, staring at his brother on the floor, poking him with his toe. "Elrohir, wake up."
"But that wouldn't make you pass out."
"Each."
"Still, I would have thought…"
"Every six hours."
"Oh."
"For the last three days."
"So what I'm hearing is the drunken ramblings of two fools?"
"The drunken honest ramblings, love. Tha's the key." Elladan murmured, before he too fell unconscious to the floor, on top of his brother. Allarah smiled, a radiant grin lighting her face, before she pulled the two in to her room. They were going to have one hell of a head ache tomorrow though. That much was certain!
Glorfindel paused outside the door to their rooms, unsure of how to proceed. He knew he owed Lorasar an apology, but he was just so angry that any male would dare try and lay a claim to his Lorasar. He sighed, before pushed the door open, to find the room empty. He went in to the bedroom, to find that empty also. He sighed again. Well, she would return soon enough. He decided to bathe for dinner whilst he waited, and he slipped his clothing off, to submerge himself in the warm waters of the baths. He leant back against the side of it, letting the hot water soothe his aching body. It was then he felt a pair of hands upon his shoulders, gently working the tension from them, kneading and caressing, gently, but firm enough to release the stress from them.
"Lorasar," he murmured, his eyes half closed as her hands moved lower along his back. "I'm sorry love."
He heard a quiet laugh behind him. "We do seem to work ourselves in to a state sometimes, don't we?"
"I didn't…I mean…I didn't mean what I said. I was just so angry Lor'," he continued, leaning in to her gentle touch.
"I know. And I should have been more prepared for reaction. I know how you can be."
"What do you mean how I can be?" he asked, turning to face her. She smiled at him.
"Glorfindel, when it comes to me, you would face the Balrog a hundred times over to ensure I was safe."
"More like three," he muttered un der his breathe, but he was greeted with a resounding thwak across the shoulders.
"I heard that!" she said.
He smiled back at her, a cheeky gleam coming in to his eye, as he suddenly pulled her head first into the water, clothes and all, and she surfaced spluttering and angry.
"Glorfindel!" she cried, before launching herself at him, eager to extract her revenge. The bathing room quickly filled with their laughter, and the water fell to the floor in cascades, until Lorasar found herself completely divested of all her clothing, and wrapped securely in Glorfindel's arms, against the back of the bath.
"Do you surrender, Lady Warrior?" he asked of her playfully, as he captured both her hands, and held them to the wall of the bath around them.
"I'll scream," she cautioned just as teasingly, before arching her lithe body into his, making him catch his breathe.
"Yes," he murmured to her seductively, his air of light heartedness gone as desire swept through him. "But it will be my name that you scream."
His lips came crashing down on hers in that moment and she forgot all around them, all problems bar one. Only the reality of his mouth pressed to hers seemed to exist, until something whispered evil intentions in to her ear. She broke their kiss.
"Glorfindel, when Galdrion gets here, you must let me deal with him. Promise me."
His hand stroked slowly up her body, making her shiver. "Lorasar.."
"Promise me Glorfindel." She said, capturing his hands in hers, looking at him, her eyes boring in to his. He finally sighed in resignation, for in truth he never had the heart to deny her anything, despite his stubborn nature.
"I will leave this battle for you, but should he raise a hand to you Lorasar, he will not live to draw another breathe. Satisfied?"
"Well…"she said, her mind already on other things, mainly that which was pushing so insistently against her inner thigh. She glanced down, before looking up though her eye lashes. "I'm not completely satisfied just yet…"
Glorfindel grinned, a feral smile of predatory desire, before he once more covered his lips with hers, and all thoughts of Galdrion where forgotten, as they lost themselves in each others arms. And, to his delight, she did scream his name in her completion. Many times.
Erestor paused as he walked past the door. He heard sounds coming from within Glorfindel's and Lorasars room. He listened closer, intent to make sure they were not arguing, and satisfied that the sounds he heard were not screams of frustration, he continued up the hall, a knowing smile on his face. His oldest friend had found such happiness with his love, and who was he to interrupt them. He felt a little sad for having lost his favourite bachelor drinking partner, but knew that they all had to settle down one day. He only hoped that he would find his own perfect match one day, and share a love of the same magnitude as Glorfindel and Lorasar, for they were truly blessed with each others presence. He continued up the hall, a small feeling of loneliness gnawing at his heart.
A/N:Thanks to all the new reviewers, and all my constant ones too. I really appreciate all you have to say. And Twinslover, you can have the twins…when I'm finished with them! lol : )
And I'm glad it brightened your day Lady Anck su Namun. I hope this chapter does the same. Poor Erestor. lets hope he meets Sahara soon!
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