What Sildil & Taurnil Did On Holiday.....
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sildilWell, for those of you who play at EOAS and know that Sil and Taur went on their hols last week, here is what happened.....
Sil and Taur’s Holiday - for Nov, with love
It was true what they said, you never forgot how to build a flet. It had been nearly a century since Sil had built one in the woods, but he remembered all his sindar skills and threw a reasonably presentable one together in no time at all, in spite of Taurnil’s disbelief.
The two of them were taking a trip together, just to share some ‘quality time’ after all the recent events of Gil-galad and his unexpected and rather unusual pregnancy with Sildil’s baby.
Sil knew that he had been rather preoccupied with the situation, and who could really blame him? After all, Gil was not even part Plains Elf, in any shape or form, rather it was Namo’s revenge on Gil for all the trouble he had caused while staying in his Halls. The pregnancy was a complete shock to both of them and a result of a very ill-advised flirtation with the Once High King, long forgiven by Taurnil. It was hardly Gil’s or Sil’s fault that there had been an unexpected.....er.....legacy in the form of a growing bump.
Anyway, Sil was determined to make it up to Taurnil, and let him know that he was loved and cherished.
“What do you think?” he said as he finished his construction.
The flet was light and airy, catching the evening sun as it lowered itself through the trees and giving a golden glow to the space, and Sil had made a sleeping platform that was sheltered against inclement weather, yet gave a view of a wide expanse of the darkening sky.
“ I thought we could watch the stars from our bed,” he suggested, seeing the cook staring out of the opening with interest.
Taurnil turned to Sil with a look of delight, “it’s perfect,” he whispered.
Sil was thrilled to see his lover so pleased. He hadn’t seen that expression in a long time it seemed. He bitterly regretted hurting him, though he had no such regrets about the baby, or Gil, for that matter. Sil sighed, why did his life always seem so complicated? He had thought that he would never be whole again and find love after Tuor had died, and now he had found it twice.....at the same time. He shook his head, this week was for Taurnil and he had promised himself he would not worry about Gil, the baby, or the future.
Sil smiled happily, “sit down, and I’ll prepare our supper,” he said, busying himself with unpacking their provisions. “It is only simple I am afraid, I am not a cook like you!”
“That’s all right,” said Taur, beginning to feel spoilt, “just having you here with me, alone, is enough of a treat.”
Sildil winced a little as he laid out the fruit, bread and cheese he had brought. Ai, he really had neglected his lover. He took out the flask of wine he had brought and poured some into a mug, passing it to Taurnil.
“Where did you get this!?” said Taurnil in astonishment, “it’s one of Mirkwood’s finest!”
“Erm....Thranduil, actually, I asked him if he had any.”
Taurnil smiled softly, “of course, you knew him well, didn’t you? You must be glad to renew your friendship.”
Sil nodded, “ It was painful at first, I must admit, seeing him again, but I am glad now.”
Sil had known the Sindar King when he was an elfling in Mirkwood and Thranduil was the older son of King Oropher. They had spent time together, though the King was really a friend to Sil’s two older brothers, while the young elf had just tagged along in their adventures. He had left Mirkwood never to return after his father and brothers had been killed in the battle of the Last Alliance, and his mother, believing Sil to be lost as well, had sailed west with her grief, leaving Sildil alone.
Taurnil saw Sil looking sad and got up, came and sat by his friend and gave him a hug. “I am sorry, love, I did not mean to remind you of unhappy times.”
Sil leaned into his companion, “ I am not miserable, Taur, just wistful. I have lost so many people I love,” he paused and looked up into his lover’s eyes, “ but I do not ever intend to lose you,” he added softly and gave Taurnil a tender kiss.
The two elves sat enjoying their meal and each other's company for awhile, until Taur sat back with a sigh, “Well, that was delicious.”
Sildil grinned evilly, “ would you like desert?”
“There is more?”
“Oh yes, lots more,” replied Sil, rummaging in his bag and finding an earthenware pot.
Taurnil looked intrigued, “what is it?”
“Chocolate sauce.”
“Just chocolate sauce?”
“Just chocolate sauce, but it’s what I am going to do with it that is the treat!” said Sil, lunging at Taurnil and knocking him over onto his back.
Taurnil gulped and began to struggle, but Sil had him pinned firmly in place by sitting astride his hips and holding the elf’s shoulders down with one hand.
“Sil, have you gone mad?!” cried Taurnil, not a little nervous.
Sildil just grinned even more widely and pulled at Taur’s tunic, undoing the fastenings rapidly. The cook started to breathe just a bit faster, he had never seen this side of Sil, and he rather liked it.
As soon as Sil had bared his lover’s chest, he reached to one side and took the pot of sauce. Dipping his fingers into it, he scooped up some of the rich, glossy liquid and dripped it over Taurnil’s golden skin.
“Now, the desert is ready!”
Taur gasped as Sil bent down and began to lick the sweet sauce from his body, paying particular attention to the bits that made the elf whimper. As soon as he had cleaned it all off, he dipped his fingers once more into the chocolate and painted more delicious patterns over his lover’s torso and continued with his tasting and sucking until the Taurnil was squirming with pleasure.
“Oh, Sil,” the elf moaned, “don’t stop, it feels so good.”
“I have no intention of stopping,” murmured Sildil, reaching the waistband of Taur’s leggings and deftly undoing the lacings.
The cook yelped as he felt the sticky sauce trickle down under his leggings as Sil tugged at them with one hand and poured the syrupy mixture with the other. “Perhaps it would be better if you got off me, Sil!” He said, breathlessly.
“Oh, but I am quite comfortable actually,” said Sil, rocking a little so that his lover could feel just ‘how’ comfortable he was, “though I take your point,” Sil sniggered, “in fact, I will be able to take your point more easily if I move!” And he rolled off Taurnil, scooting down quickly to begin his clean up operation around Taur’s more sensitive areas.
Sildil closed his eyes as he tasted his mate. He was quite delicious, even without the chocolate flavouring. Sil continued to enjoy his delectable treat until Taurnil gave a cry and shuddered in ecstasy.
“You are so beautiful, my love,” whispered Sildil after he had thoroughly cleaned his cook and lay beside him gazing into his eyes.
“Do you really think so, Sil?” Said Taurnil sounding a little unsure. He still felt insecure in the punk elf’s love, no matter what Sil told him. How could he help it? Gil-galad was very good-looking, amusing, and flamboyant and he could see why Sil found him attractive, whereas he could not for the life of him see what Sil saw in himself.
Sil heard the doubt in his friend’s voice and once again kicked himself for his cruel neglect. He had made Taur like this, it was his fault. He sat up and pulled Taurnil into his arms. “Taurnil, you are still the most beautiful elf I have ever seen, truly, I consider myself the luckiest person in Arda to have you by my side.”
Taurnil’s eyes filled with tears and he pushed away slightly. “Please don’t say that, I know you love Gil, and I know that he has better.....qualities than me. Please don’t lie out of pity.”
Sil felt Taur’s words as a sharp pain in his heart and he shook his head, “No, no, Taur, it is true, every word I have said! I would never, ever lie to you, not about anything. Please believe me!” He began to cry, he really had not realised until now how very unhappy he had made his companion. He went on, sobbing, “I do think you are the most beautiful elf, and I would die if you were not with me. Yes, I do love Gil, and I will love our child, and I would be heartbroken to lose him and not have him as part of our lives, but you are part of my soul, Taur.”
Taurnil pulled Sil into his arms, and held him tight. “I hope you are telling me the truth, Sil, for if you are not then I am lost.”
“I am.” whispered Sil, “I love you Taurnil.”
“And I love you too, my silly elf.” said Taurnil, tearfully, “ I am afraid I can’t help myself.”
The two elves sat holding and comforting each other for some time, murmuring words of love and devotion, watching the stars until Taurnil got up and led Sil to lie down on the soft blankets of their sleeping platform.
“Make love to me, Sil? Please show me that you want me?”
The expression of need in Taurnil’s eyes almost broke Sil, and he gently rolled on top of his anxious mate and kissed him, pouring all his desire and love into the gesture. He stroked Taur’s hair lovingly, then his ears, his face, his jaw, following his fingers with little nips and kisses, working his way down his lover’s body and making sure that he did not miss one inch of skin.
Taurnil sighed and moaned, clutching at Sil’s short, cropped hair. “Sometimes I wish your hair was longer, Sil, I have nothing to grab hold of!”
Sil chuckled, and since his mouth was also occupied rather pleasantly, Taurnil felt, rather than heard his lover, and gave a shudder of pleasure. His lover’s gratifying responses urged Sil on, and he took Taur’s hard length deep into his throat and sucked voraciously, drawing a whimpering moan from his lover.
“Oh, oh! My love!” Taur cried as he tumbled over into his release. Sil swallowed, licking him clean and then moved up to lie on top of his beloved cook, his own need still unsatisfied.
Taurnil smiled and spread his legs allowing his lover to rest between them. “I hope you remembered to pack that nice smelling oil,” he whispered into Sil’s ear, giving the tip a loving lick as he did so.
It was Sil’s turn to shudder and moan, he was so close to his own ecstasy and he knew that very little indeed would finish him off. He mumbled, groping for a small pouch that he had placed near the bed earlier.
“Is this what you are looking for my sweet?” said Taurnil, picking up the velvet bag and shaking out a small glass bottle. Sil nodded, unable to speak, and held out his hand as his lover poured some of the fragrant oil onto his fingers.
He lost no time in preparing his mate and himself and as soon as the elf was ready and aroused once more he joined with him, bringing them both to climax within moments of one another with loud groans. Sil collapsed on top of Taurnil, gasping and covering the elf’s face with tender kisses. “Oh, Taur, I love you so much, do you believe me now?” he cried, his tears of joy dampening the cook’s golden skin.
“Yes, I believe you, my silly elf,” Taurnil said softly, holding Sil close, and the two lovers lay curled in each other’s arms, watching the stars till dawn.
*****
The next morning Sil awoke and stretched lazily. He reached out sleepily for Taurnil but sat up immediately when he found the bed empty beside him.
“Taurnil?” he called, a little anxiously. Even after their tender lovemaking the night before, he was still worried that he had neglected the cook so much that Taur would find it impossible to stay by his side and just leave. The lack of response to his call began to alarm Sil. He leapt up, hopping around the flet as he fumbled and pulled on his leggings hastily, and quickly scrambled down off the wooden platform calling his lover’s name.
“Taur! Where are you?” Sildil shouted, desperately, panic beginning to sound in his voice.
Suddenly he heard a splash in the nearby stream and a happy cry. The worried elf followed the noise and sighed with relief as he saw his lover, knee deep in the water, with a large net of fish by his side.
Taurnil grinned, “I have caught us breakfast!”
Sil smiled weakly, “wonderful, thank you, Taur, you know how much I love fish.”
Taur noticed his lover’s wan smile, “what’s wrong love? You look worried.”
Sil shook his head, “it was nothing, I just wondered where you were, that’s all.”
The cook left the river and came to stand in front of Sil, taking his hands in his. “I believe you, Sil. I know that you have not lied to me, and that you truly love me. I will not leave you, you silly elf.” He pulled Sil close and held him tightly.
Sil could not stifle the sob that came unbidden. “I am sorry, Taur, I truly am. I know that you have forgiven me, though I don’t deserve it, but when I saw that you weren’t there, I thought.....”
“.....you thought that I had decided to leave. I know love,” Taurnil said gently, rubbing Sil’s back comfortingly. “We are both going to have to work hard on believing each other I think, aren’t we?” Sil nodded, sniffing.
“Well, first let me cook these fish, then we can eat and then.....”
“Then what?” asked Sil, hopefully.
“Then we can make love again, till lunchtime,” his lover grinned, “I think that is the best way of building our trust, don’t you?”
Sil sighed happily in Taur’s arms, “oh, yes, definitely.”
*****
The next few days were spent eating, talking, walking and swimming and of course, lovemaking. The two elves both began to remember what it was that they loved about each other, and why they wanted to be together. They found such joy and peace in each other’s arms, that on the morning of their last day both Sildil and Taurnil woke up feeling sad, and looking into each other’s eyes, saw the same fears and worries reflected back.
What if on their return to Imladris, all the trust, love and forgiveness disappeared? Taurnil was naturally worried that Sil would once again spend all his time with Gil, and Sildil was worried that Taurnil would lose confidence in how much he really loved ‘his’ cook.
“I wish we were staying here,” admitted Taurnil, snuggling in and holding Sil tight.
“So do I,” whispered Sil.
“What about Gil? You would miss him, aren’t you longing to see him again?”
Sil rolled over onto his back and put his arm across his eyes, “yes, I am,” he said softly, “I am sorry, Taur, I wish I could say that I am not,” Sil sat up and placing his fingers gently under Taur’s chin, he raised the elf’s face to look into his, “ but I do still wish that we did not have to return and that you and I could always spend our days like this, truly I do,” he said, earnestly.
Taurnil smiled, “ I know that you do, silly elf,” he sighed, “we will work this out, I know that we will.”
Sildil swallowed nervously, “erm.....Taur? There is one thing that I wanted to do, while we were on holiday, and before we returned and all the Gil stuff and baby stuff sort of overwhelmed us again.”
Taur looked puzzled, “what is it, my love?”
“Well, I didn’t want to do this until I was sure that you would believe me, but if I don’t do it now, you won’t, maybe, and it might be too late, and even if you don’t believe me, then at least I will have done it and.....”
“Sil, you are babbling.”
“Um.....yes, sorry.” Sildil took a deep breath and, getting out of the bed and going to kneel beside Taurnil, he took the bewildered elf’s hand in his.
“I know that we made promises a while ago, and I broke mine, several times. And I know that you forgave me and that you accept that Gil and I.....” He paused, swallowing anxiously, hoping that he wouldn’t say the wrong thing, but he knew that he did have to include Gil in this, somewhere. He went on, “ I know that you accept that I have to be there for Gil, and that he does have a place in my heart that should be wholly yours, and for that I am deeply sorry, but.....” Sil released Taur’s trembling hand and searched in his pack for a small, red, velvet bag, opened it and pulled something small out of it. “.....I wanted to ask you if you would wear this ring, to show everyone that you are part of me, and that I love you.”
Sil held out the ring on the palm of his hand, waiting and hoping that Taurnil would say something in the silence that followed his speech. He didn’t dare look at the cook’s face, and added shakily, “I made it myself, Celebrimbor helped me, but I told him what I wanted and designed it myself,” his voice dropped to a hoarse whisper, “it’s mithril and has leaves on it, for me, sort of, being from Mirkwood, and strawberries on it in gold, because you are a cook.”
Sil continued to hold out his hand with his token on it, but his tears began to fall and he shook with desperate sobs. He was so distressed, convinced that he would be rejected, that he missed Taurnil’s whispered reply, ‘it’s beautiful’. The first thing that Sildil noticed was the cook’s soft fingers as he picked up the ring. His breath caught in his throat and he watched, scarcely believing what he saw, as Taurnil put it on his finger.
“Oh, Taurnil,” Sil said softly, “I didn’t dare hope.....”
Taurnil pulled Sil up to lie beside him on the bed and held him close, “I love you, silly elf, for all your faults. I know that you and Gil mean a lot to each other, and I am trying to understand all that, though I must confess it is difficult,” he muttered under his breath, “ but I want us to be together, always. Thank you for this ring, I will wear it knowing that you truly care for me.”
Sildil nuzzled into his lover, kissing his neck and nibbling at his ear, “I do care for you Taur, let me show you, before we leave this place?”
Taurnil sighed contentedly, “I would like that,” he murmured, gently stroking his lover’s back.
Sildil rolled over, spreading his body to cover his mate. He wanted him to feel safe and cherished, and he kissed him tenderly, moaning into his soft mouth. “Take me,” he whispered breathlessly against his lover’s lips, “make me yours.”
Taurnil responded by suddenly reversing their positions and kissing his lover hungrily. He was usually gentle and submissive in their lovemaking, but this time he wanted to show Sil how much he desired him, how much he was wanted. He grabbed Sil’s wrists and held them, pinned above his head, kissing and biting his neck, “you are mine, Sil, mine, not Gil’s, not anyone else’s, but mine,” he growled.
Sil yelped as he felt Taurnil suck and nip at his chest, the elf moving down his body as far as he could while still gripping his arms, “yes, Taur, yours!” he cried.
“And even if you are with Gil, I want it to be me that you think of, me that you remember,” Taurnil said hoarsely, as he released Sil’s hands to grab at the elf’s hips and took him deep into his throat in one swallow.
Sildil shrieked and grabbed at his lover’s hair, trembling with the sudden furious onslaught, “yes, yes it will be you, I promise!” and before he could stop himself he came, shuddering into Taurnil’s willing mouth.
Immediately, Sil was rolled onto his stomach and his lover had pressed his own arousal against his back. “Ai, please Taur, be inside me,” he sobbed, “I need you so much.” Taurnil reached for the oil they had kept by the sleeping platform, “no, my love, I can’t wait, just do it now, I am ready,” moaned Sil, and so Taurnil entered his beloved in one firm thrust.
Both elves groaned and shuddered, pausing for a moment to catch their breath and waiting until Sil was ready, and then they began to move together, sighing and whimpering until they both reached completion with passionate cries. Taurnil lay for a moment, resting on Sil’s back and gently stroking the shaking elf beneath him. “Is that what you wanted, dear heart?” he whispered.
“Yes,” sighed Sildil contentedly, “it was.”
Taurnil rolled off his lover and they held each other close, curled around each other and murmuring sweet words of love until the morning was gone and the time came for them to return home. They packed their bags, leaving the flet for the last time, but just before he left, Sil took a last look around and gave a wistful smile. It had been a wonderful holiday.
The End!
and this was by way of a belated birthday fic for Nov!
Sil and Taur’s Holiday - for Nov, with love
It was true what they said, you never forgot how to build a flet. It had been nearly a century since Sil had built one in the woods, but he remembered all his sindar skills and threw a reasonably presentable one together in no time at all, in spite of Taurnil’s disbelief.
The two of them were taking a trip together, just to share some ‘quality time’ after all the recent events of Gil-galad and his unexpected and rather unusual pregnancy with Sildil’s baby.
Sil knew that he had been rather preoccupied with the situation, and who could really blame him? After all, Gil was not even part Plains Elf, in any shape or form, rather it was Namo’s revenge on Gil for all the trouble he had caused while staying in his Halls. The pregnancy was a complete shock to both of them and a result of a very ill-advised flirtation with the Once High King, long forgiven by Taurnil. It was hardly Gil’s or Sil’s fault that there had been an unexpected.....er.....legacy in the form of a growing bump.
Anyway, Sil was determined to make it up to Taurnil, and let him know that he was loved and cherished.
“What do you think?” he said as he finished his construction.
The flet was light and airy, catching the evening sun as it lowered itself through the trees and giving a golden glow to the space, and Sil had made a sleeping platform that was sheltered against inclement weather, yet gave a view of a wide expanse of the darkening sky.
“ I thought we could watch the stars from our bed,” he suggested, seeing the cook staring out of the opening with interest.
Taurnil turned to Sil with a look of delight, “it’s perfect,” he whispered.
Sil was thrilled to see his lover so pleased. He hadn’t seen that expression in a long time it seemed. He bitterly regretted hurting him, though he had no such regrets about the baby, or Gil, for that matter. Sil sighed, why did his life always seem so complicated? He had thought that he would never be whole again and find love after Tuor had died, and now he had found it twice.....at the same time. He shook his head, this week was for Taurnil and he had promised himself he would not worry about Gil, the baby, or the future.
Sil smiled happily, “sit down, and I’ll prepare our supper,” he said, busying himself with unpacking their provisions. “It is only simple I am afraid, I am not a cook like you!”
“That’s all right,” said Taur, beginning to feel spoilt, “just having you here with me, alone, is enough of a treat.”
Sildil winced a little as he laid out the fruit, bread and cheese he had brought. Ai, he really had neglected his lover. He took out the flask of wine he had brought and poured some into a mug, passing it to Taurnil.
“Where did you get this!?” said Taurnil in astonishment, “it’s one of Mirkwood’s finest!”
“Erm....Thranduil, actually, I asked him if he had any.”
Taurnil smiled softly, “of course, you knew him well, didn’t you? You must be glad to renew your friendship.”
Sil nodded, “ It was painful at first, I must admit, seeing him again, but I am glad now.”
Sil had known the Sindar King when he was an elfling in Mirkwood and Thranduil was the older son of King Oropher. They had spent time together, though the King was really a friend to Sil’s two older brothers, while the young elf had just tagged along in their adventures. He had left Mirkwood never to return after his father and brothers had been killed in the battle of the Last Alliance, and his mother, believing Sil to be lost as well, had sailed west with her grief, leaving Sildil alone.
Taurnil saw Sil looking sad and got up, came and sat by his friend and gave him a hug. “I am sorry, love, I did not mean to remind you of unhappy times.”
Sil leaned into his companion, “ I am not miserable, Taur, just wistful. I have lost so many people I love,” he paused and looked up into his lover’s eyes, “ but I do not ever intend to lose you,” he added softly and gave Taurnil a tender kiss.
The two elves sat enjoying their meal and each other's company for awhile, until Taur sat back with a sigh, “Well, that was delicious.”
Sildil grinned evilly, “ would you like desert?”
“There is more?”
“Oh yes, lots more,” replied Sil, rummaging in his bag and finding an earthenware pot.
Taurnil looked intrigued, “what is it?”
“Chocolate sauce.”
“Just chocolate sauce?”
“Just chocolate sauce, but it’s what I am going to do with it that is the treat!” said Sil, lunging at Taurnil and knocking him over onto his back.
Taurnil gulped and began to struggle, but Sil had him pinned firmly in place by sitting astride his hips and holding the elf’s shoulders down with one hand.
“Sil, have you gone mad?!” cried Taurnil, not a little nervous.
Sildil just grinned even more widely and pulled at Taur’s tunic, undoing the fastenings rapidly. The cook started to breathe just a bit faster, he had never seen this side of Sil, and he rather liked it.
As soon as Sil had bared his lover’s chest, he reached to one side and took the pot of sauce. Dipping his fingers into it, he scooped up some of the rich, glossy liquid and dripped it over Taurnil’s golden skin.
“Now, the desert is ready!”
Taur gasped as Sil bent down and began to lick the sweet sauce from his body, paying particular attention to the bits that made the elf whimper. As soon as he had cleaned it all off, he dipped his fingers once more into the chocolate and painted more delicious patterns over his lover’s torso and continued with his tasting and sucking until the Taurnil was squirming with pleasure.
“Oh, Sil,” the elf moaned, “don’t stop, it feels so good.”
“I have no intention of stopping,” murmured Sildil, reaching the waistband of Taur’s leggings and deftly undoing the lacings.
The cook yelped as he felt the sticky sauce trickle down under his leggings as Sil tugged at them with one hand and poured the syrupy mixture with the other. “Perhaps it would be better if you got off me, Sil!” He said, breathlessly.
“Oh, but I am quite comfortable actually,” said Sil, rocking a little so that his lover could feel just ‘how’ comfortable he was, “though I take your point,” Sil sniggered, “in fact, I will be able to take your point more easily if I move!” And he rolled off Taurnil, scooting down quickly to begin his clean up operation around Taur’s more sensitive areas.
Sildil closed his eyes as he tasted his mate. He was quite delicious, even without the chocolate flavouring. Sil continued to enjoy his delectable treat until Taurnil gave a cry and shuddered in ecstasy.
“You are so beautiful, my love,” whispered Sildil after he had thoroughly cleaned his cook and lay beside him gazing into his eyes.
“Do you really think so, Sil?” Said Taurnil sounding a little unsure. He still felt insecure in the punk elf’s love, no matter what Sil told him. How could he help it? Gil-galad was very good-looking, amusing, and flamboyant and he could see why Sil found him attractive, whereas he could not for the life of him see what Sil saw in himself.
Sil heard the doubt in his friend’s voice and once again kicked himself for his cruel neglect. He had made Taur like this, it was his fault. He sat up and pulled Taurnil into his arms. “Taurnil, you are still the most beautiful elf I have ever seen, truly, I consider myself the luckiest person in Arda to have you by my side.”
Taurnil’s eyes filled with tears and he pushed away slightly. “Please don’t say that, I know you love Gil, and I know that he has better.....qualities than me. Please don’t lie out of pity.”
Sil felt Taur’s words as a sharp pain in his heart and he shook his head, “No, no, Taur, it is true, every word I have said! I would never, ever lie to you, not about anything. Please believe me!” He began to cry, he really had not realised until now how very unhappy he had made his companion. He went on, sobbing, “I do think you are the most beautiful elf, and I would die if you were not with me. Yes, I do love Gil, and I will love our child, and I would be heartbroken to lose him and not have him as part of our lives, but you are part of my soul, Taur.”
Taurnil pulled Sil into his arms, and held him tight. “I hope you are telling me the truth, Sil, for if you are not then I am lost.”
“I am.” whispered Sil, “I love you Taurnil.”
“And I love you too, my silly elf.” said Taurnil, tearfully, “ I am afraid I can’t help myself.”
The two elves sat holding and comforting each other for some time, murmuring words of love and devotion, watching the stars until Taurnil got up and led Sil to lie down on the soft blankets of their sleeping platform.
“Make love to me, Sil? Please show me that you want me?”
The expression of need in Taurnil’s eyes almost broke Sil, and he gently rolled on top of his anxious mate and kissed him, pouring all his desire and love into the gesture. He stroked Taur’s hair lovingly, then his ears, his face, his jaw, following his fingers with little nips and kisses, working his way down his lover’s body and making sure that he did not miss one inch of skin.
Taurnil sighed and moaned, clutching at Sil’s short, cropped hair. “Sometimes I wish your hair was longer, Sil, I have nothing to grab hold of!”
Sil chuckled, and since his mouth was also occupied rather pleasantly, Taurnil felt, rather than heard his lover, and gave a shudder of pleasure. His lover’s gratifying responses urged Sil on, and he took Taur’s hard length deep into his throat and sucked voraciously, drawing a whimpering moan from his lover.
“Oh, oh! My love!” Taur cried as he tumbled over into his release. Sil swallowed, licking him clean and then moved up to lie on top of his beloved cook, his own need still unsatisfied.
Taurnil smiled and spread his legs allowing his lover to rest between them. “I hope you remembered to pack that nice smelling oil,” he whispered into Sil’s ear, giving the tip a loving lick as he did so.
It was Sil’s turn to shudder and moan, he was so close to his own ecstasy and he knew that very little indeed would finish him off. He mumbled, groping for a small pouch that he had placed near the bed earlier.
“Is this what you are looking for my sweet?” said Taurnil, picking up the velvet bag and shaking out a small glass bottle. Sil nodded, unable to speak, and held out his hand as his lover poured some of the fragrant oil onto his fingers.
He lost no time in preparing his mate and himself and as soon as the elf was ready and aroused once more he joined with him, bringing them both to climax within moments of one another with loud groans. Sil collapsed on top of Taurnil, gasping and covering the elf’s face with tender kisses. “Oh, Taur, I love you so much, do you believe me now?” he cried, his tears of joy dampening the cook’s golden skin.
“Yes, I believe you, my silly elf,” Taurnil said softly, holding Sil close, and the two lovers lay curled in each other’s arms, watching the stars till dawn.
*****
The next morning Sil awoke and stretched lazily. He reached out sleepily for Taurnil but sat up immediately when he found the bed empty beside him.
“Taurnil?” he called, a little anxiously. Even after their tender lovemaking the night before, he was still worried that he had neglected the cook so much that Taur would find it impossible to stay by his side and just leave. The lack of response to his call began to alarm Sil. He leapt up, hopping around the flet as he fumbled and pulled on his leggings hastily, and quickly scrambled down off the wooden platform calling his lover’s name.
“Taur! Where are you?” Sildil shouted, desperately, panic beginning to sound in his voice.
Suddenly he heard a splash in the nearby stream and a happy cry. The worried elf followed the noise and sighed with relief as he saw his lover, knee deep in the water, with a large net of fish by his side.
Taurnil grinned, “I have caught us breakfast!”
Sil smiled weakly, “wonderful, thank you, Taur, you know how much I love fish.”
Taur noticed his lover’s wan smile, “what’s wrong love? You look worried.”
Sil shook his head, “it was nothing, I just wondered where you were, that’s all.”
The cook left the river and came to stand in front of Sil, taking his hands in his. “I believe you, Sil. I know that you have not lied to me, and that you truly love me. I will not leave you, you silly elf.” He pulled Sil close and held him tightly.
Sil could not stifle the sob that came unbidden. “I am sorry, Taur, I truly am. I know that you have forgiven me, though I don’t deserve it, but when I saw that you weren’t there, I thought.....”
“.....you thought that I had decided to leave. I know love,” Taurnil said gently, rubbing Sil’s back comfortingly. “We are both going to have to work hard on believing each other I think, aren’t we?” Sil nodded, sniffing.
“Well, first let me cook these fish, then we can eat and then.....”
“Then what?” asked Sil, hopefully.
“Then we can make love again, till lunchtime,” his lover grinned, “I think that is the best way of building our trust, don’t you?”
Sil sighed happily in Taur’s arms, “oh, yes, definitely.”
*****
The next few days were spent eating, talking, walking and swimming and of course, lovemaking. The two elves both began to remember what it was that they loved about each other, and why they wanted to be together. They found such joy and peace in each other’s arms, that on the morning of their last day both Sildil and Taurnil woke up feeling sad, and looking into each other’s eyes, saw the same fears and worries reflected back.
What if on their return to Imladris, all the trust, love and forgiveness disappeared? Taurnil was naturally worried that Sil would once again spend all his time with Gil, and Sildil was worried that Taurnil would lose confidence in how much he really loved ‘his’ cook.
“I wish we were staying here,” admitted Taurnil, snuggling in and holding Sil tight.
“So do I,” whispered Sil.
“What about Gil? You would miss him, aren’t you longing to see him again?”
Sil rolled over onto his back and put his arm across his eyes, “yes, I am,” he said softly, “I am sorry, Taur, I wish I could say that I am not,” Sil sat up and placing his fingers gently under Taur’s chin, he raised the elf’s face to look into his, “ but I do still wish that we did not have to return and that you and I could always spend our days like this, truly I do,” he said, earnestly.
Taurnil smiled, “ I know that you do, silly elf,” he sighed, “we will work this out, I know that we will.”
Sildil swallowed nervously, “erm.....Taur? There is one thing that I wanted to do, while we were on holiday, and before we returned and all the Gil stuff and baby stuff sort of overwhelmed us again.”
Taur looked puzzled, “what is it, my love?”
“Well, I didn’t want to do this until I was sure that you would believe me, but if I don’t do it now, you won’t, maybe, and it might be too late, and even if you don’t believe me, then at least I will have done it and.....”
“Sil, you are babbling.”
“Um.....yes, sorry.” Sildil took a deep breath and, getting out of the bed and going to kneel beside Taurnil, he took the bewildered elf’s hand in his.
“I know that we made promises a while ago, and I broke mine, several times. And I know that you forgave me and that you accept that Gil and I.....” He paused, swallowing anxiously, hoping that he wouldn’t say the wrong thing, but he knew that he did have to include Gil in this, somewhere. He went on, “ I know that you accept that I have to be there for Gil, and that he does have a place in my heart that should be wholly yours, and for that I am deeply sorry, but.....” Sil released Taur’s trembling hand and searched in his pack for a small, red, velvet bag, opened it and pulled something small out of it. “.....I wanted to ask you if you would wear this ring, to show everyone that you are part of me, and that I love you.”
Sil held out the ring on the palm of his hand, waiting and hoping that Taurnil would say something in the silence that followed his speech. He didn’t dare look at the cook’s face, and added shakily, “I made it myself, Celebrimbor helped me, but I told him what I wanted and designed it myself,” his voice dropped to a hoarse whisper, “it’s mithril and has leaves on it, for me, sort of, being from Mirkwood, and strawberries on it in gold, because you are a cook.”
Sil continued to hold out his hand with his token on it, but his tears began to fall and he shook with desperate sobs. He was so distressed, convinced that he would be rejected, that he missed Taurnil’s whispered reply, ‘it’s beautiful’. The first thing that Sildil noticed was the cook’s soft fingers as he picked up the ring. His breath caught in his throat and he watched, scarcely believing what he saw, as Taurnil put it on his finger.
“Oh, Taurnil,” Sil said softly, “I didn’t dare hope.....”
Taurnil pulled Sil up to lie beside him on the bed and held him close, “I love you, silly elf, for all your faults. I know that you and Gil mean a lot to each other, and I am trying to understand all that, though I must confess it is difficult,” he muttered under his breath, “ but I want us to be together, always. Thank you for this ring, I will wear it knowing that you truly care for me.”
Sildil nuzzled into his lover, kissing his neck and nibbling at his ear, “I do care for you Taur, let me show you, before we leave this place?”
Taurnil sighed contentedly, “I would like that,” he murmured, gently stroking his lover’s back.
Sildil rolled over, spreading his body to cover his mate. He wanted him to feel safe and cherished, and he kissed him tenderly, moaning into his soft mouth. “Take me,” he whispered breathlessly against his lover’s lips, “make me yours.”
Taurnil responded by suddenly reversing their positions and kissing his lover hungrily. He was usually gentle and submissive in their lovemaking, but this time he wanted to show Sil how much he desired him, how much he was wanted. He grabbed Sil’s wrists and held them, pinned above his head, kissing and biting his neck, “you are mine, Sil, mine, not Gil’s, not anyone else’s, but mine,” he growled.
Sil yelped as he felt Taurnil suck and nip at his chest, the elf moving down his body as far as he could while still gripping his arms, “yes, Taur, yours!” he cried.
“And even if you are with Gil, I want it to be me that you think of, me that you remember,” Taurnil said hoarsely, as he released Sil’s hands to grab at the elf’s hips and took him deep into his throat in one swallow.
Sildil shrieked and grabbed at his lover’s hair, trembling with the sudden furious onslaught, “yes, yes it will be you, I promise!” and before he could stop himself he came, shuddering into Taurnil’s willing mouth.
Immediately, Sil was rolled onto his stomach and his lover had pressed his own arousal against his back. “Ai, please Taur, be inside me,” he sobbed, “I need you so much.” Taurnil reached for the oil they had kept by the sleeping platform, “no, my love, I can’t wait, just do it now, I am ready,” moaned Sil, and so Taurnil entered his beloved in one firm thrust.
Both elves groaned and shuddered, pausing for a moment to catch their breath and waiting until Sil was ready, and then they began to move together, sighing and whimpering until they both reached completion with passionate cries. Taurnil lay for a moment, resting on Sil’s back and gently stroking the shaking elf beneath him. “Is that what you wanted, dear heart?” he whispered.
“Yes,” sighed Sildil contentedly, “it was.”
Taurnil rolled off his lover and they held each other close, curled around each other and murmuring sweet words of love until the morning was gone and the time came for them to return home. They packed their bags, leaving the flet for the last time, but just before he left, Sil took a last look around and gave a wistful smile. It had been a wonderful holiday.
The End!
and this was by way of a belated birthday fic for Nov!
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Date: 2004-08-07 04:53 pm (UTC)*whispers back*..yes and it was slightly odd writing it too!!!