IDOS #3! Elrond/Melpomaen
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zhieI think the rest will wait until tomorrow... but...
Title: Comfort
Pairing: Elrond/Melpomaen
Rating: R (might not quite be, but I didn't know if PG13 was appropriate)
Author: Zhie
Summary: After Celebrian departs, someone must bring comfort to Elrond.
Written for the International Day of Slash for Angelstar who asked for “Elrond/Melpomaen –mmmmmmmmmm”
It had been three weeks since they had returned. Long, difficult weeks. The trip back from the havens was silent and somber. When they arrived back in Rivendell, Elrond retired to his rooms. Everything that Celebrian had not taken with her on her long journey across the sea had been packed away and placed in the attic. The rooms were stripped of anything that recalled the Elven lady.
As Melpomaen entered the bedroom, he looked around sadly. Gone were the tapestries from the once green walls. Now they were painted white. The bed linens were white, and the flowers in the single vase upon the table were white, but soft and drooping. The butler quickly disposed of them and cleaned the vase before setting it back down again.
He turned down the sheets of the new, smaller bed and fluffed the pillows. Everything still smelled too clean, too cold. The fireplace would have offered warmth and color to the room, but this Elrond denied himself.
Each night was the same. Elrond would enter the room, worn and depressed. Melpomaen would assist him in undressing and helping him into bed. He would offer to light the fire, and Elrond would shake his head. He would ask if he wanted anything to eat, and the answer was the same. Eventually the candles were extinguished and Melpomaen would leave after making sure that there was nothing else needed.
Tonight, he expected the same. “There is a bit of a draft, m’lord. Might I offer you some comfort by lighting a fire?”
“No thank you,” muttered Elrond from the bed, his empty eyes gazing out the window that faced west.
Melpomaen moved to the table and blew out the pair of candles there. “I could have something brought to you if you are hungry or thirsty.”
Elrond shook his head, closed his eyes, and leaned back against the pillows.
After making sure the few things in the room were in their places and Elrond’s clothing was set out for the next day (black again, as it had been the last year), Melpomaen came to stand at the head of the bed. “Is there anything more you desire of me?”
Elrond did not open his eyes, but he did shake his head again.
“Then I shall bid you good night, sir.” Melpomaen was about to leave the room, but as an afterthought of sorts, he crouched down by the bedside and placed his hand upon Elrond’s shoulder. “Perhaps it is not my place to say, sir, but well all miss her and wish it might have turned out different. And all of us in the house do hope you will feel better soon, and... and will do whatever we can to help you in that.”
Opening his eyes, Elrond nodded after a moment. “Thank you. I... appreciate that,” said Elrond softly.
Melpomaen gave a half-smile. “I think it could be agreed with all of the staff that all of us love both of you. We all appreciate you, very much.” A quick, chaste kiss was placed on Elrond’s brow before Melpomaen stood to leave. “Good night, m’lord.”
As Melpomaen’s hand grasped the knob the door, he stopped as soon as he heard Elrond’s voice. “Melpomaen, there is no reason you cannot call me Elrond.”
“Thank you, m’lord. I will remember that.”
“Elrond, please, Melpomaen.”
“Elrond. Thank you. Rest well.”
“Melpomaen...”
“Yes, m’l... Elrond?” The butler stepped up to the bed again. “What can I get for you?”
“Nothing. I was hoping you might do something for me instead.”
“Yes, sir? Er, Elrond, that is,” he corrected himself.
Elrond sat up a little. “Would you might staying the night with me?”
“I will get a chair from the other room,” said Melpomaen.
“No, what I meant was... I was so very used to being in bed with someone at night, and... well, I will not be upset if you deny this request. It is just that; a request and not a command.”
There was little hesitation. “Allow me to extinguish the candles in the sitting room and I will return.”
Melpomaen did indeed return, joining Elrond under the soft white covers. The bed was small and not really made for two people. In the end, there was no way for them to arrange themselves without touching. When Melpomaen offered that Elrond should lean against him the elf-lord did so. Almost immediately the tears rolled down the peredhel’s cheeks only to disappear into a darkening spot on his pillow. He clung to Melpomaen as Melpomaen held him tightly and rubbed his back. No words were spoken, for none were needed to convey what Elrond felt, and no words could soothe him more than what Melpomaen had already said.
Many nights, they engaged in this simple act; sometimes Melpomaen comforted Elrond without words in other ways. “I am sorry I put you in this position,” said Elrond on the night they first made love, just before the thought came to them to do so.
“I am not; I am sorry only that I did not come to you as I did weeks sooner.”
Elrond laughed. “Your words were a balm upon my soul then, but tell me, I cannot be as well liked as you claimed.”
“And more!” argued Melpomaen gently. “Those of us who once served others would never dream to be set back, and those who have always been here have no want to leave. We all respect you greatly.”
“Respect? I thought you said that everyone loves me,” teased the peredhel. It was years after the fateful day he returned to the valley.
“Perhaps I should have spoken more for myself,” said Melpomaen quietly after a few moments. “I do believe that the others love you, or at least like you greatly. As for myself,” he said with great sincerity as he looked into Elrond’s eyes, “I know that I love you.”
-fin-
Title: Comfort
Pairing: Elrond/Melpomaen
Rating: R (might not quite be, but I didn't know if PG13 was appropriate)
Author: Zhie
Summary: After Celebrian departs, someone must bring comfort to Elrond.
Written for the International Day of Slash for Angelstar who asked for “Elrond/Melpomaen –mmmmmmmmmm”
It had been three weeks since they had returned. Long, difficult weeks. The trip back from the havens was silent and somber. When they arrived back in Rivendell, Elrond retired to his rooms. Everything that Celebrian had not taken with her on her long journey across the sea had been packed away and placed in the attic. The rooms were stripped of anything that recalled the Elven lady.
As Melpomaen entered the bedroom, he looked around sadly. Gone were the tapestries from the once green walls. Now they were painted white. The bed linens were white, and the flowers in the single vase upon the table were white, but soft and drooping. The butler quickly disposed of them and cleaned the vase before setting it back down again.
He turned down the sheets of the new, smaller bed and fluffed the pillows. Everything still smelled too clean, too cold. The fireplace would have offered warmth and color to the room, but this Elrond denied himself.
Each night was the same. Elrond would enter the room, worn and depressed. Melpomaen would assist him in undressing and helping him into bed. He would offer to light the fire, and Elrond would shake his head. He would ask if he wanted anything to eat, and the answer was the same. Eventually the candles were extinguished and Melpomaen would leave after making sure that there was nothing else needed.
Tonight, he expected the same. “There is a bit of a draft, m’lord. Might I offer you some comfort by lighting a fire?”
“No thank you,” muttered Elrond from the bed, his empty eyes gazing out the window that faced west.
Melpomaen moved to the table and blew out the pair of candles there. “I could have something brought to you if you are hungry or thirsty.”
Elrond shook his head, closed his eyes, and leaned back against the pillows.
After making sure the few things in the room were in their places and Elrond’s clothing was set out for the next day (black again, as it had been the last year), Melpomaen came to stand at the head of the bed. “Is there anything more you desire of me?”
Elrond did not open his eyes, but he did shake his head again.
“Then I shall bid you good night, sir.” Melpomaen was about to leave the room, but as an afterthought of sorts, he crouched down by the bedside and placed his hand upon Elrond’s shoulder. “Perhaps it is not my place to say, sir, but well all miss her and wish it might have turned out different. And all of us in the house do hope you will feel better soon, and... and will do whatever we can to help you in that.”
Opening his eyes, Elrond nodded after a moment. “Thank you. I... appreciate that,” said Elrond softly.
Melpomaen gave a half-smile. “I think it could be agreed with all of the staff that all of us love both of you. We all appreciate you, very much.” A quick, chaste kiss was placed on Elrond’s brow before Melpomaen stood to leave. “Good night, m’lord.”
As Melpomaen’s hand grasped the knob the door, he stopped as soon as he heard Elrond’s voice. “Melpomaen, there is no reason you cannot call me Elrond.”
“Thank you, m’lord. I will remember that.”
“Elrond, please, Melpomaen.”
“Elrond. Thank you. Rest well.”
“Melpomaen...”
“Yes, m’l... Elrond?” The butler stepped up to the bed again. “What can I get for you?”
“Nothing. I was hoping you might do something for me instead.”
“Yes, sir? Er, Elrond, that is,” he corrected himself.
Elrond sat up a little. “Would you might staying the night with me?”
“I will get a chair from the other room,” said Melpomaen.
“No, what I meant was... I was so very used to being in bed with someone at night, and... well, I will not be upset if you deny this request. It is just that; a request and not a command.”
There was little hesitation. “Allow me to extinguish the candles in the sitting room and I will return.”
Melpomaen did indeed return, joining Elrond under the soft white covers. The bed was small and not really made for two people. In the end, there was no way for them to arrange themselves without touching. When Melpomaen offered that Elrond should lean against him the elf-lord did so. Almost immediately the tears rolled down the peredhel’s cheeks only to disappear into a darkening spot on his pillow. He clung to Melpomaen as Melpomaen held him tightly and rubbed his back. No words were spoken, for none were needed to convey what Elrond felt, and no words could soothe him more than what Melpomaen had already said.
Many nights, they engaged in this simple act; sometimes Melpomaen comforted Elrond without words in other ways. “I am sorry I put you in this position,” said Elrond on the night they first made love, just before the thought came to them to do so.
“I am not; I am sorry only that I did not come to you as I did weeks sooner.”
Elrond laughed. “Your words were a balm upon my soul then, but tell me, I cannot be as well liked as you claimed.”
“And more!” argued Melpomaen gently. “Those of us who once served others would never dream to be set back, and those who have always been here have no want to leave. We all respect you greatly.”
“Respect? I thought you said that everyone loves me,” teased the peredhel. It was years after the fateful day he returned to the valley.
“Perhaps I should have spoken more for myself,” said Melpomaen quietly after a few moments. “I do believe that the others love you, or at least like you greatly. As for myself,” he said with great sincerity as he looked into Elrond’s eyes, “I know that I love you.”
-fin-
