It's not often that Lor'themar gets days to himself anymore, even rarer are the times when Rommath's day free of the Magisterium happened to coincide with it, and nigh impossible was it for both of these thing to happen during one of the times when the Regent managed to convince his personal troupe of babysitters—who indignantly maintained that they were guards—that he could spend one day and night at his own estate without being in any imminent danger. 'But somehow the Light smiled upon us', Rommath thought, 'because here we are', he had spent the day sitting in the shade of the veranda, simply talking to Lor'themar, as the other elf had tended to his terribly neglected garden—pruning deadwood, coaxing vines back to their trellises, singing to the trees that were literally sagging under the weight of ripe fruit as he picked it and lightened their branches, pausing at times when the trees sang back in choruses Rommath couldn't hear—it was odd, to see Lor'themar so at ease, to think that his first love was the outdoors and forests of Quel'Thalas no matter what place Rommath claimed in his heart. Later, reclining by a sweet-smelling bonfire built of salvaged wood from the garden, and listening as Lor'themar told him about the songs of the forest at night, while the starlight and firelight vied with each other for the tint of his ice-pale hair and he smiled that rare smile of his, it occurred to Rommath that perhaps Lor'themar's heart was big enough for all of his loves.
Notes: this fill is powered by my various Lor'themar headcanons about his attunement to nature and the layout of his estate, also, Rommath is kind of slow when it comes to feelings