Sil and Nov
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sildilA few days ago, Sildil got drunk (yet again!) on the Elf On a Shelf Tagboard, and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
novnariel got cross with him (yet again!).
We were chatting, as you do, and decided it would be fun to write about why he keeps turning to drink and why Nov gets so upset with him. So...here is Sil's bit...and Nov andilyusha_a (Luthien) have promised to do the next part from Nov's point of view!
It had been a bad day.
First of all, when Sildil woke up that morning, he realised that he had fallen asleep yet again in Mistress Mauburz's Aromatherapy shop and missed a date with Taurnil, the rather delicious cook that he had been seeing. That meant that he would have to find some way to appease him, and quite frankly, he had begun to run out of ideas as he had already used his best ones. He seemed to let the poor elf down on a regular basis at the moment.
Then, just as had made himself some hot chocolate and toast for breakfast (he really must get a tin of chocolate powder and a loaf of bread for the shop after all the times he had helped himself there he thought), Eldanar burst in excitedly muttering something about ducklings, and had knocked his arm, and he spilt the drink all over his tunic and leggings.
So, no breakfast and ruined clothes. "Oh well, I'll change and go and find Taurnil. Maybe if I make it up to him, he'll give me breakfast." Thought the hopeful elf.
But Taurnil was not pleased to see his errant boyfriend, and certainly not in a mood to feed him. "I waited for you for three hours. Three hours, Sil! I'm sorry, but I am too busy now to listen to your excuses. Go away, and maybe I might be willing to talk to you again later. And that is just 'talk to you', nothing else."
Sildil left the kitchens feeling miserable and hungry. He knew that it was his own fault, but it didn't make him feel any better. He had to work in the library that morning and suddenly realised that he was now late, but with a bit of luck no one would have noticed. He ran down the corridors at full speed but since the Valar were obviously not on his side today, he crashed straight into Master Erestor scattering scrolls and quills everywhere and knocking the severe dark elf to the ground.
"I might have guessed it would be you!" Exclaimed Erestor crossly.
Sildil frantically began gathering the various items off the floor and thrust them into the sprawling elf's arms in a blind panic. "I am so sorry!....Please, let me help, what can I do?....Oh dear." Babbled Sildil.
"You can start by not burying me with everything so that I cannot move, and then you can come with me and put all these things in order again!"
Sildil nodded in terror and after collecting the disordered scrolls, followed the furious elf into the library.
It took an age to finish the sorting and then he had his own work to do, copying and restoring some old illustrations to a history of the First Age. That was the one good point of the day. He loved working with the old manuscripts and books and considered it a real privilege to do so.
By the time he had finished it was getting late and he had still not eaten, so he packed away his inks and pens and went in search of food. Perhaps Taurnil had forgiven him?
".....Why in Arda do you stay with him Taur'?" He heard a voice say as he neared the kitchen.
Sildil paused and waited in the shadows. He knew that it was stupid and wrong to eavesdrop, but he also wanted to know what Taurnil would answer. A small thrill went through him as he heard his lover's soft voice, but it turned to a chill when he realised what he was saying.
"I do not honestly know. I thought that he liked me, maybe even cared a bit. I know that he does not wish to be tied to one elf, and I accept that, though it does hurt sometimes, but.....oh, I don't know. I am really tired of his excuses. I waited for hours last night and he didn't come. Maybe everyone is right. I should not pursue him any longer....."
The rest of the conversation was lost to the unhappy elf. Everyone? How many people thought so ill of him? Not that he had proved them wrong, judging by recent events, he thought bitterly. And he did care, a lot, for Taurnil. He was just afraid. The last elf he had wanted to be with for the rest of his life had been killed at Helm's Deep and it had taken him a very long time to recover from his loss. And now it seemed that he had lost another chance of happiness.
Feeling thoroughly wretched, guilty and a bit sorry for himself he decided to go to his room, curl up in bed and sleep for a very long time until life improved.
He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he did not see the note pinned to the door of the room he rented from Novnariel, one of the maids in Imladris, and probably his dearest friend. He rattled the handle of the door several times, frowning with frustration when he found it locked. His shaking the door dislodged the note and it fluttered to the floor at his feet. He bent down, picked it up and read it.
Dear Sildil,
Since you are not using your room at the moment, and appear to have taken up residence on the couch in the shop, I have taken the opportunity to have it redecorated. I am sorry, but you will not be able to use it for the next four days. I took the liberty of putting some of your stuff in bags and I've left them behind the counter of the shop. I hope this is all right.
Love Nov. X
Great. Just great. Now he had nowhere to live. And he was hungry, AND it seemed that he had lost his boyfriend through his own stupidity. Sildil sighed, this really was a bad day.
He made his way to the shop to see what things of his were there. "I bet Nov has left all my drawing stuff in my room too." He thought, and yes, she had. Not a pencil to be seen amongst the bags of clothes. Sildil sat on the couch, which was now his bed for the next few nights and felt miserable.
Then he saw the bottle of Eau de Mordor lying on the shelf at the back. He had promised Nov he wouldn't drink any more of the stuff, but she wasn't here. No one was here. Feeling hungry, heartbroken, stupid and homeless he reached for the bottle and opened it. The first swig tasted awful as always, but the second slipped down far more easily, followed by the third and the fourth.
By the time Nov found him flat on his back on the floor two hours later, Sildil was completely oblivious to her glares.
novnariel got cross with him (yet again!).We were chatting, as you do, and decided it would be fun to write about why he keeps turning to drink and why Nov gets so upset with him. So...here is Sil's bit...and Nov and
ilyusha_a (Luthien) have promised to do the next part from Nov's point of view!It had been a bad day.
First of all, when Sildil woke up that morning, he realised that he had fallen asleep yet again in Mistress Mauburz's Aromatherapy shop and missed a date with Taurnil, the rather delicious cook that he had been seeing. That meant that he would have to find some way to appease him, and quite frankly, he had begun to run out of ideas as he had already used his best ones. He seemed to let the poor elf down on a regular basis at the moment.
Then, just as had made himself some hot chocolate and toast for breakfast (he really must get a tin of chocolate powder and a loaf of bread for the shop after all the times he had helped himself there he thought), Eldanar burst in excitedly muttering something about ducklings, and had knocked his arm, and he spilt the drink all over his tunic and leggings.
So, no breakfast and ruined clothes. "Oh well, I'll change and go and find Taurnil. Maybe if I make it up to him, he'll give me breakfast." Thought the hopeful elf.
But Taurnil was not pleased to see his errant boyfriend, and certainly not in a mood to feed him. "I waited for you for three hours. Three hours, Sil! I'm sorry, but I am too busy now to listen to your excuses. Go away, and maybe I might be willing to talk to you again later. And that is just 'talk to you', nothing else."
Sildil left the kitchens feeling miserable and hungry. He knew that it was his own fault, but it didn't make him feel any better. He had to work in the library that morning and suddenly realised that he was now late, but with a bit of luck no one would have noticed. He ran down the corridors at full speed but since the Valar were obviously not on his side today, he crashed straight into Master Erestor scattering scrolls and quills everywhere and knocking the severe dark elf to the ground.
"I might have guessed it would be you!" Exclaimed Erestor crossly.
Sildil frantically began gathering the various items off the floor and thrust them into the sprawling elf's arms in a blind panic. "I am so sorry!....Please, let me help, what can I do?....Oh dear." Babbled Sildil.
"You can start by not burying me with everything so that I cannot move, and then you can come with me and put all these things in order again!"
Sildil nodded in terror and after collecting the disordered scrolls, followed the furious elf into the library.
It took an age to finish the sorting and then he had his own work to do, copying and restoring some old illustrations to a history of the First Age. That was the one good point of the day. He loved working with the old manuscripts and books and considered it a real privilege to do so.
By the time he had finished it was getting late and he had still not eaten, so he packed away his inks and pens and went in search of food. Perhaps Taurnil had forgiven him?
".....Why in Arda do you stay with him Taur'?" He heard a voice say as he neared the kitchen.
Sildil paused and waited in the shadows. He knew that it was stupid and wrong to eavesdrop, but he also wanted to know what Taurnil would answer. A small thrill went through him as he heard his lover's soft voice, but it turned to a chill when he realised what he was saying.
"I do not honestly know. I thought that he liked me, maybe even cared a bit. I know that he does not wish to be tied to one elf, and I accept that, though it does hurt sometimes, but.....oh, I don't know. I am really tired of his excuses. I waited for hours last night and he didn't come. Maybe everyone is right. I should not pursue him any longer....."
The rest of the conversation was lost to the unhappy elf. Everyone? How many people thought so ill of him? Not that he had proved them wrong, judging by recent events, he thought bitterly. And he did care, a lot, for Taurnil. He was just afraid. The last elf he had wanted to be with for the rest of his life had been killed at Helm's Deep and it had taken him a very long time to recover from his loss. And now it seemed that he had lost another chance of happiness.
Feeling thoroughly wretched, guilty and a bit sorry for himself he decided to go to his room, curl up in bed and sleep for a very long time until life improved.
He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he did not see the note pinned to the door of the room he rented from Novnariel, one of the maids in Imladris, and probably his dearest friend. He rattled the handle of the door several times, frowning with frustration when he found it locked. His shaking the door dislodged the note and it fluttered to the floor at his feet. He bent down, picked it up and read it.
Dear Sildil,
Since you are not using your room at the moment, and appear to have taken up residence on the couch in the shop, I have taken the opportunity to have it redecorated. I am sorry, but you will not be able to use it for the next four days. I took the liberty of putting some of your stuff in bags and I've left them behind the counter of the shop. I hope this is all right.
Love Nov. X
Great. Just great. Now he had nowhere to live. And he was hungry, AND it seemed that he had lost his boyfriend through his own stupidity. Sildil sighed, this really was a bad day.
He made his way to the shop to see what things of his were there. "I bet Nov has left all my drawing stuff in my room too." He thought, and yes, she had. Not a pencil to be seen amongst the bags of clothes. Sildil sat on the couch, which was now his bed for the next few nights and felt miserable.
Then he saw the bottle of Eau de Mordor lying on the shelf at the back. He had promised Nov he wouldn't drink any more of the stuff, but she wasn't here. No one was here. Feeling hungry, heartbroken, stupid and homeless he reached for the bottle and opened it. The first swig tasted awful as always, but the second slipped down far more easily, followed by the third and the fourth.
By the time Nov found him flat on his back on the floor two hours later, Sildil was completely oblivious to her glares.
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