In Dreams: 78. A Quiet Evening

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78. A Quiet Evening

Elrond smiled at the antics of his two youngest as they chased Erestor about the garden below his sitting room balcony. Standing on the nursery terrace below Sadi shook her head, laughing as her hervenn turned and swept up an elfling in one arm and side stepped the charge of the other. Growling like a bear he picked up the second one as they both screamed in delight.

“Wester, put me down.” Piped the sweet voice of the elleth, as she tugged on a braid. “I catched you!”

“Oh no, you did not, I caught you!” He grinned and nuzzled her soft hair and blew a raspberry against her neck.

Giggling she gave him a wet kiss on his cheek and wrapped her chubby arms about his neck “Yes, Wester, you catched me.”

The second elfling wiggled, his feet kicking and struggling to escape the firm grip of Erestor’s arm. “Oh no you don’t, little warg, I caught you too, so you must do as I say.”

“No fair, Wester, I a warrior and you the bear. Bears don’t catch warriors!”

Settling him on a hip Erestor planted a kiss on his forehead and smiled down at the serious little face. “Who says that little warg?”

“Glorfi says so. He says I will be a mighty warrior and protect ada and naneth when I grow up. And you and Sadi too.” He amended generously

“Hmmmm, I see. Who will protect all of us until then?”

“Edan and Roh of course, silly Wester.”

Elrond felt the arms of his hervess slide around his waist and her head lay against his back. “Are they terrorizing Erestor again, meleth?”

Gazing over his shoulder he grinned at Amarie. “Erestor agreed to be the bear.” He pulled her around and held her close, his arm tucking her in to his side.

“How are things progressing on those new cartoons you did for Thranduil?”

“The looms are ready and we should start on the weaving as soon as the rest of the thread is dyed to the correct color. I have had a terrible time getting just the right shade of green to match his robes. I am grateful that Legolas brought a sample this last trip.”

They watched for a while before Amarie sighed. “I had best rescue him so we can get the little terrors into their baths and then bed. I sometimes worry how he manages to find time to play with them and still take care of all the other things he manages to do. ”

“Sadi takes a great load off his shoulders and he was glad to let her do so. They are a fine team, she with the running of the house and he with the affairs of state for me.”

“I have never seen her so happy. She really never liked working around the workshops.

Elrond hugged her gently, “Tonight is my turn, ind nin. While I see to their baths, why do you not go take your own and slip into something a little more comfortable? I will have dinner sent up and we will have a quiet night.”

She looked up at her tall elf lord and grinned wickedly. “The blue robe, perhaps?”

“Ah ind nin, You have found me out!” He chuckled at her knowing smile and bent to give her a kiss.

Sighing she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Do not let them give you any trouble meleth. Remember you are the ada. They are the ones that need the bath, not you. You are not supposed to share the tub with them. Last time you managed to get more water on you then them.”

“We were playing at being frogs, ind nin. One cannot be a frog and not get wet.” He said loftily then grinned sheepishly.

Laughing she shook her head, “How old are you meleth nin, and who is the hen?”

“I am as old as I need to be and as young as I wish to be, lirimaer. You have given me back my life.”

She looked deep into the storm grey eyes that looked down at her filled with all the passion and love she had ever hoped to find. “As you have me, meleth nin.”

Elrond bent and kissed her soundly again then reluctantly released her. “I will join you in an hour or so, ind nin, I must rescue Erestor and capture his little wargs.”

Amarie finished brushing out her hair as Elrond climbed the stairs from the nursery downstairs and joined her in their sleeping chamber.

Turning from the fire she studied him as he began removing a wet outer robe. Chuckling, she crossed to him, took it and spread it out across the balcony railing to dry. “You could at least removed everything but your tunic and leggings meleth nin before beginning their bath. At this rate, you will soon have no decent robes befitting the dignity of the Lord of Imladris!”

He paused as he removed his tunic and swept her body with an appreciative look. “You had best not let anyone see that gown ind nin, it definitely does not befit the dignity of the Lady of Imladris.”

There was a knock at the outer sitting room door. “Ah, that should be our dinner.” He picked up a silk robe and wrapped it gently around her. “Wait here ind nin, I will let them in.”

Amarie watched as he padded barefoot out to the sitting room and let the house elf in carrying a large tray of covered dishes. When he had placed it on the table he bowed, bid his lord good evening, and quietly departed. Elrond picked up the covers from several dishes and sniffed the aroma appreciatively. Amarie leaned against the bedroom door and sighed with contentment at the picture he made. His dark brown silk leggings wet from waist to knees hung low on muscular thighs and clung to his buttocks and lower stomach. His hair lay in damp loose clumps about his shoulders and his braids partially undone by little hands hung unevenly over his ears.

Looking up at the sound of her sigh, he caught the gleam in her eyes. Lifting his eyebrow he grinned wolfishly, “Are you hungry ind nin?”

She smiled and dropped the robe he had wrapped around her. With a seductive sway of her hips, she crossed to him and purred. “I am very hungry my lord. Dinner will be a little late this evening.”

Amarie sat cross-legged on the bed and leaned over the plate Elrond had filled for her. “Ah, meleth, luckily the covers kept things reasonably warm.”

He nodded and carried his own over to join her. All was quiet as both tore into their dinner.

Elrond wiped his mouth and leaned over, set their dishes down on the floor. He watched as Amarie licked a finger and grinned over at him. “You have fed me twice this evening dear hervenn. I thank you twice over.”

“You are incorrigible, ind nin.” Shaking his head in amusement, he reached over and with his thumb wiped a bit of honey off her lower lip. She caught his thumb in between her lips and nipped at it. Catching his breath he reached for her and both tumbled back into the bed, their passion growing into a fire.


elleth-female elf

warg-evil wolves of Rhovanion





ind nin-my heart


lirimaer-lovely one

meleth nin-my love

This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

Story Information

Author: Gilnaur

Status: General

Completion: Complete

Era: 3rd Age - The Kings

Genre: Romance

Rating: Adult

Last Updated: 04/08/10

Original Post: 09/08/06

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