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zhie...of Children of Arda. So, Ellonur and Bainith story from a few days back...
--->> Forgot the title! It's "Servant of the Process" (which happens to be one of the titles Bainith often uses in the game)
Bainith crept up the stairs, his hand wrapped around the neck of his theorbo to keep it from making noise, while the other carefully held a candle. He counted the number of doors that he passed, then looked down the hallway and counted again to be sure. The page seemed certain this was the right door, but he feared to awaken a stranger at such a late hour.
He knocked, very gently, at once fearing this was a bad idea, and paused only a moment before he started to back away. The door suddenly opened a crack, and he swallowed as someone peered out at him, and in the darkness he saw the white gleam of teeth, exposed in an unexpected smile. “Well, beautiful Bainith – what a surprise. Come in, come in,” whispered Ellonur, opening the door so that Bainith could step inside.
“I hope I am not bothering you,” apologized the blond as he was ushered in, his candle casting a faint glow about, firelight bouncing off the sheen of a purple silken robe and sheets of the same fabric and color, shoved aside from the bed.
Several more candles were lit quickly by Ellonur before he closed the door and locked it. The sound made Bainith flinch slightly, and Ellonur gently placed a hand on Bainith’s shoulder and led him to a chair of plush velvet that was near the window. “Never a bother, Bainith. Never. Now, to what pleasure do I owe such a delightfully unexpected visit?”
“Nothing delightful about it,” sighed Bainith as he sat down. He set the candle upon its holder on the windowsill, and leaned his theorbo carefully in the corner of the room just behind the chair. “As a servant of the process, I sometimes see to business of a depressing nature. Abeliam was served tonight.”
“Oh, how dreadful for you. What was the charge? Theft? Forgery? Indecent exposure… no, from the stories I hear, that would be Lord Eledu…”
“Murder,” replied Bainith, missing Ellonur’s joke completely. He ran his hands through his hair and leaned back. “And he admitted to the charge! Before witnesses!”
“There, there.” Ellonur came around behind the chair, placing his hands upon Bainith’s shoulders. “Surely he had a good reason. He seems above such crime without cause.”
“That was what he said… but still… to see him in that jail cell… chained like an animal…” Bainith slumped his shoulders. “Feels like everything is falling apart sometimes.”
“You sound tired.” Ellonur walked back around the chair, crouching down a bit. He placed a hand on Bainith’s knee and looked at him. “You look tired, too. Spend the night here – rest. Use the bed; I can sleep in the chair.”
“No.. this is your room, Ellonur, I—“
“You are my guest,” he cut in. “I insist. Ever sleep between silk sheets?”
Bainith blushed. “I.. uhm.. once, a few times.. a while ago…”
Ellonur grinned. “Ah, so beautiful when you blush like that.” His comment only caused Bainith’s cheeks to redden more. “Just a moment – I think I have some loose trousers you can sleep in,” he said as he wandered to a chest at the end of the bed.
“No, I…” Bainith suppressed a yawn, to which Ellonur looked up and quirked a brow. “Maybe I am tired. I rode straight from Bree, all the way.”
“No stopping? No wonder!” Ellonur fetched the aforementioned trousers and handed them to Bainith. “Here you are. Let me step into the other room while you change.”
“But, Ellonur—“
“I insist,” he said firmly.
Bainith chewed his lip. “Alright, then, but… look, we shared a bed once when drunk and nothing happened. Nothing should happen now, either, being sober…”
“How can I say no to such a delightful invitation?” Ellonur winked and walked to the doorway. “Call for me when you have changed!”
Bainith continued to blush well after Ellonur disappeared into the adjoining room, calling him back only after crawling into the bed and pulling the sheets up high to obscure his bare chest. Ellonur jested with a cluck of disapproval, and wandered the room blowing out the candles. He left one burning, the one Bainith brought with him, but carried it to the bedside and set it upon a small table. “Thank you for sharing the bed with me, again,” said Ellonur demurely, causing Bainith to blush and mutter some sort of reply. Ellonur stood beside the empty side of the bed, and untied the belt of the robe. The silk slipped down his shoulders in a single fluid motion, both it and Bainith’s jaw hitting the floor.
Ellonur looked over his shoulder. “I can put something else on, if you prefer, but the robe becomes all bunched up, and I enjoy the touch of the silk upon my skin.”
“No. That… it… wear what you want. Or do not want. Er…” Bainith pulled the sheet, blanket, and quilt all further up to his chin. “No problem. Your bed.”
“Thank you.” Ellonur bent his knees without turning around, slid the sheet back, sat down, and was under the covers before Bainith saw anything more. “There. No need to shatter your modesty, sweet Bainith.”
The blushing continued as Ellonur fluffed up his own pillow and stretched his arms, rolling his shoulders back. It became an uncomfortable heat, accompanied by a sheen of sweat upon his brow. Ellonur took note out of the corner of his eye, and gently reached over with one hand. “The quilt is unnecessary. You will make yourself sick, bundled up like a hobbit in his hole for winter.” The heavy down-filled quilt was pulled away with little resistance. “That heavy blanket, too. Here.” Ellonur leaned to the other side and blew out the candle, plunging the room into darkness. “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable.”
Bainith relaxed a bit, and shoved the other blanket down to his feet. The silk against his skin brought back memories of the night after Yucca’s wedding, and he closed his eyes with a sigh, and dreamed of a time when he found peace in the arms of one who seemed so far away now.
Ellonur waited until Bainith was asleep, then moved as close as he dared, settling down for the night. For several minutes, he let the moonlight adjust his vision as he studied the young elf in his bed, moving errant strands of gold and ghosting his fingers through it as often as he dared. “Sleep well, beautiful Bainith,” he whispered as he finally snuggled close and closed his eyes as well.
--->> Forgot the title! It's "Servant of the Process" (which happens to be one of the titles Bainith often uses in the game)
Bainith crept up the stairs, his hand wrapped around the neck of his theorbo to keep it from making noise, while the other carefully held a candle. He counted the number of doors that he passed, then looked down the hallway and counted again to be sure. The page seemed certain this was the right door, but he feared to awaken a stranger at such a late hour.
He knocked, very gently, at once fearing this was a bad idea, and paused only a moment before he started to back away. The door suddenly opened a crack, and he swallowed as someone peered out at him, and in the darkness he saw the white gleam of teeth, exposed in an unexpected smile. “Well, beautiful Bainith – what a surprise. Come in, come in,” whispered Ellonur, opening the door so that Bainith could step inside.
“I hope I am not bothering you,” apologized the blond as he was ushered in, his candle casting a faint glow about, firelight bouncing off the sheen of a purple silken robe and sheets of the same fabric and color, shoved aside from the bed.
Several more candles were lit quickly by Ellonur before he closed the door and locked it. The sound made Bainith flinch slightly, and Ellonur gently placed a hand on Bainith’s shoulder and led him to a chair of plush velvet that was near the window. “Never a bother, Bainith. Never. Now, to what pleasure do I owe such a delightfully unexpected visit?”
“Nothing delightful about it,” sighed Bainith as he sat down. He set the candle upon its holder on the windowsill, and leaned his theorbo carefully in the corner of the room just behind the chair. “As a servant of the process, I sometimes see to business of a depressing nature. Abeliam was served tonight.”
“Oh, how dreadful for you. What was the charge? Theft? Forgery? Indecent exposure… no, from the stories I hear, that would be Lord Eledu…”
“Murder,” replied Bainith, missing Ellonur’s joke completely. He ran his hands through his hair and leaned back. “And he admitted to the charge! Before witnesses!”
“There, there.” Ellonur came around behind the chair, placing his hands upon Bainith’s shoulders. “Surely he had a good reason. He seems above such crime without cause.”
“That was what he said… but still… to see him in that jail cell… chained like an animal…” Bainith slumped his shoulders. “Feels like everything is falling apart sometimes.”
“You sound tired.” Ellonur walked back around the chair, crouching down a bit. He placed a hand on Bainith’s knee and looked at him. “You look tired, too. Spend the night here – rest. Use the bed; I can sleep in the chair.”
“No.. this is your room, Ellonur, I—“
“You are my guest,” he cut in. “I insist. Ever sleep between silk sheets?”
Bainith blushed. “I.. uhm.. once, a few times.. a while ago…”
Ellonur grinned. “Ah, so beautiful when you blush like that.” His comment only caused Bainith’s cheeks to redden more. “Just a moment – I think I have some loose trousers you can sleep in,” he said as he wandered to a chest at the end of the bed.
“No, I…” Bainith suppressed a yawn, to which Ellonur looked up and quirked a brow. “Maybe I am tired. I rode straight from Bree, all the way.”
“No stopping? No wonder!” Ellonur fetched the aforementioned trousers and handed them to Bainith. “Here you are. Let me step into the other room while you change.”
“But, Ellonur—“
“I insist,” he said firmly.
Bainith chewed his lip. “Alright, then, but… look, we shared a bed once when drunk and nothing happened. Nothing should happen now, either, being sober…”
“How can I say no to such a delightful invitation?” Ellonur winked and walked to the doorway. “Call for me when you have changed!”
Bainith continued to blush well after Ellonur disappeared into the adjoining room, calling him back only after crawling into the bed and pulling the sheets up high to obscure his bare chest. Ellonur jested with a cluck of disapproval, and wandered the room blowing out the candles. He left one burning, the one Bainith brought with him, but carried it to the bedside and set it upon a small table. “Thank you for sharing the bed with me, again,” said Ellonur demurely, causing Bainith to blush and mutter some sort of reply. Ellonur stood beside the empty side of the bed, and untied the belt of the robe. The silk slipped down his shoulders in a single fluid motion, both it and Bainith’s jaw hitting the floor.
Ellonur looked over his shoulder. “I can put something else on, if you prefer, but the robe becomes all bunched up, and I enjoy the touch of the silk upon my skin.”
“No. That… it… wear what you want. Or do not want. Er…” Bainith pulled the sheet, blanket, and quilt all further up to his chin. “No problem. Your bed.”
“Thank you.” Ellonur bent his knees without turning around, slid the sheet back, sat down, and was under the covers before Bainith saw anything more. “There. No need to shatter your modesty, sweet Bainith.”
The blushing continued as Ellonur fluffed up his own pillow and stretched his arms, rolling his shoulders back. It became an uncomfortable heat, accompanied by a sheen of sweat upon his brow. Ellonur took note out of the corner of his eye, and gently reached over with one hand. “The quilt is unnecessary. You will make yourself sick, bundled up like a hobbit in his hole for winter.” The heavy down-filled quilt was pulled away with little resistance. “That heavy blanket, too. Here.” Ellonur leaned to the other side and blew out the candle, plunging the room into darkness. “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable.”
Bainith relaxed a bit, and shoved the other blanket down to his feet. The silk against his skin brought back memories of the night after Yucca’s wedding, and he closed his eyes with a sigh, and dreamed of a time when he found peace in the arms of one who seemed so far away now.
Ellonur waited until Bainith was asleep, then moved as close as he dared, settling down for the night. For several minutes, he let the moonlight adjust his vision as he studied the young elf in his bed, moving errant strands of gold and ghosting his fingers through it as often as he dared. “Sleep well, beautiful Bainith,” he whispered as he finally snuggled close and closed his eyes as well.
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Date: 2011-08-30 02:48 am (UTC)- Erulisse (one L)
Hugs to your lovely DH!
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Date: 2011-08-30 03:19 am (UTC)though... when he returns... there will be a discussion on the importance of friends with benefits...
(on the flip side, in the live version of DoEL this evening, Ellonur was able to check off swimming with Bainith and naked Bainith from his list...)
*huggles you!*
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Date: 2011-08-30 10:19 am (UTC)Seriously, I am delighted that the two of you hit it off. DoEL is a joy for me to read and I'm so happy I had even the slightest bit to do with this marvelous pairing. Enjoy...
- Erulisse (one L)
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Date: 2011-08-30 12:09 pm (UTC)I really need to take a nap after work today, but it was worth it to get Bainith into the water at last. ;) And it was already the fourth night in a bed with Bainith, yay! Ell probably really keeps a checklist for that sort of thing...
*hugs*
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Date: 2011-08-30 04:34 pm (UTC)- Erulisse (one L)
laughing a little, wicked laugh...wishing she was a fly on that wall...
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Date: 2011-08-30 06:29 pm (UTC)