Galdrion dismounted, his body sore from the long hours astride the small beast. The foreigner had been right. They may not be large, but they could move maybe three times faster than his own harulths. He would have to see about procuring such creatures for his own use. Upon the sands of his people, his tribe would reign as victors over any raiders with such fleet footed animals on their side. He had gotten no closer to Sahara, and was disgusted to see the way she adopted all the customs of these people. She rode amongst them, with nought but a veil concealing her face, like some brazen faced whore. He would see to that. As soon as he could get close enough to her. His other wives huddled together, shaking constantly, terrified of their Lord in his great rage. Rumil stayed mounted, kneeing his horse over to where Galdrion stood.
"We will be arriving within Imladris this evening. I would warn you once more to keep your foreign tongue behind your teeth, for you'll find no champions of your cause here."
"Then let us leave foreign business to foreigners." Galdrion said, staring Rumil straight in the eye, a gaze under which a lesser being may have faltered, but not Rumil. He glared back, before dismounting also.
"Keep a sharp eye on him," he muttered to his fellow wardens, intent on not letting him out of his sight, and to keep little Sahara safe. Over the course of their journey, she had come to be like a younger sister to him, and once she had finally stopped seeing him as a danger to her, she told him of her homeland. A strange and brutal place by all means, Rumil was glad that both she and Lorasar were rid of it, for fire such as theirs was not meant to be harnessed. His heart gave a silent cry for all the other females restricted by their society.
Sahara looked at the great trees surrounding her. She loved the gentle, placid creature she rode upon, much more than she did the great hulking harulths, and she felt a great impatience to reach Imladris, so that she could pour over the numerous books to her hearts content. Once she had found her way in there, she was sure that she would be content never to leave. With no males ruling to bother her, and no one expecting her to be anything, or dress a certain way (except perhaps herself!) she knew that it would be the life of peace and solitude she had always dreamed of.
Elladan felt another warm body beside his and smiled. He didn't remember much about the last few days, but he did remember talking to Allarah. One thing it would seem, he thought to himself, had led unexplainably to another. He pulled the figure closer, and felt them snuggle closer, before putting their arms around him. He smiled. Hang on a second. Since when did Allarah have... Both the twins eyes flew open at the same time, to come face to face with one another.
"AAAAAAARGH!" yelled both, as Allarah stood at the foot of the bed, hands on hips.
"Well, don't stop cuddling for my benefit," she said, her eyes betraying her mirth. "You both looked so comfortable I didn't want to wake you."
Elladan threw himself back onto the bed. he could hardly think straight, his head hurt so much, and judging from Elrohirs groan, he was suffering from something similar.
"Can you not just once, take pity on us elleth!" he asked, exasperated.
She looked thoughtful for a second, before climbing in to bed between the two of them.
"Mmm…" murmured Elrohir, snuggling closer to her, holding her to him, as Elladan curled up on the other side.
"Wait." She said, as their hands started gently stroking her body. "Say it again."
"What?" asked Elrohir, too intent with playing with her hair to realise what she was talking about.
She sighed, before sitting up. "So I was right. It was the drunken ramblings of fools"
"No." said Elladan, and finally catching on, Elrohir, sitting up beside her. "We love you Allarah, Elrohir was just too momentarily infatuated with you to pay attention."
"Yes. We love you." Said Elrohir emphatically. She smiled at the two, before lying back down between them.
"Kiss me," she commanded, and both leant in, intent to get there first, only to knock there heads together half way down. She laughed, before she kissed Elladan, and then Elrohir. Yes. They mused to themselves. Much better.
Lorasar stood on the edge of Imladris, knowing that with each passing second, her past was catching up to her. Her hair teased her face, as the light breeze tugged it from its bindings in the growing twilight. It was odd, she mused, that twilight had previously hailed such good things for her. It had been twilight when she and Glorfindel had first made love, and again when they had bound. Now, it brought on nothing more than a darkening horizon. She looked down to the paths leading in to the forrest, as her acute hearing picked up the calls of an elven horn, hailing the arrival of guests in Imladris. She watched them as they came in to view. From even this distance, she recognised some of the figures upon the horses. There was Rumil, her teacher in many of the arts of battle craft. She had missed him. a strange female rode behind him, not dressed as her people normally did, but still with a light face veil. This puzzled her. Then behind her, came three other wardens. She knew them all, but she did not move, as a pair of dark, cold eyes sought her figure upon the balcony, freezing her in place, a gaze that was full of such fury, hate, possessiveness, feral desire, arrogance and a hundred other unnameable feelings were conveyed to her as she stood locked within his gaze.
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Galdrion saw the slight figure upon the balcony, and smiled coldly at her. Yes. She knew him, and he knew her. There was no doubt within his mind now. She would become his once more. And he would reclaim that fiery spirit that had so drawn him to her in the first place. Once more, would he douse that fire, cage it, contqin it, and then cruelly, extinguish it. Just as he had, all those years before.
A/N:Twinslover: hands off! Slaps hand away from Elrohir you can have whats left…lol. Just kidding. We'll share. (but right now, it's my turn. Lol)
I love the twins drunk.
Crecy. I am loving your comments. They always make me laugh, and your little song (although slightly out of time with the original version) brought tears to my eyes (of laughter that is!) and Glorfindel and Lorasar and you? I would have kicked Lorasar out of the tree personally, ( Lorasar pouts, as my foot flies into her face, andshe falls screaming from tree. Lol. Just kidding) Glorfindel…mmm.
Now….might I take this moment to recommend a very good fic that I have been following quite intently, 'Mando's Embrace'. If you like Glorfindel, you'll love this. The author has done a fantastic job.
Now.as for your hint Lady Anck su Namun, I think that Lorasar and Sahara will become very good friends also. I was thinking of making a twist, that they were sisters, but decided not too. Too complicated, and a bit too much of a coincidence, I thought. I can't wait till Erestor and her meet thgouh. I'm planning a little special something for those two….hmmm…. hope you all like. Please keep updating.