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sildilFor those of you following the Sildil, Taurnil and Gil saga, here is the latest installment!
Warnings: No smut(yes, I KNOW it's a honeymoon, but some things are best kept private!), excessive fluffiness and in the middle the teensiest bit of angst.....
Sildil considered himself a very lucky elf. A very lucky and happy elf. He watched Taurnil and Gil riding ahead of him, side by side, almost touching, and heard Taur’s graceful laugh in response to a low, growly comment from Gil. Life could not be better than this.
The three of them were returning from Sil and Taur’s honeymoon, courtesy of Ereinion Gil-galad. All right, yes, it was perhaps rather unconventional for the wedding couple to have included the lover of one of the parties (who was in fact also the naneth-to-be of same elf’s child) along on their trip, but Gil had been so generous and understanding of Taur’s needs to have his bonding ceremony with Sil without further delay, and had been so sweet to the pair of them with his gift of the trip, that Taurnil had invited him to join them, knowing that Sil did actually love Gil very much and missed him dreadfully when they were apart.
Sildil chuckled to himself as he thought of Gil’s face when Taur suggested he join them. The cook had invited Gil for a meal with them both and had carefully researched all the ex High King’s favourite dishes. The three of them had sat in slightly awkward politeness at first but soon relaxed and chatted happily, and Sil had been very pleased to see Taur slowly mellowing towards his other lover. When Gil blushed and almost choked at the proposal, “Sil and I would like you to accompany us to Lindon,” Sildil had grinned and thought then and there that this was going to be a good trip.
The first inkling that he was correct came on the second evening. Gil had thoughtfully left the newlyweds to themselves the first evening and all of the first day, amusing himself by sorting through a couple of old chests and digging out carefully preserved baby clothes for his child’s imminent arrival. At supper time he had put together a meal all by himself, to surprise Sil and Taur, of freshly caught, crisply fried fish and potatoes with a green salad, and a strawberry gateaux for pudding. Taurnil had been both impressed and delighted with the food and complimented Gil on his skill in the kitchen.
“Well, there was not much to do in Mandos’ Halls, but talk and swap recipes,” said Gil slightly shyly, “and I was there quite a while, so I had lots of time to practice cooking.”
The idea that there was a sort of ‘cordon bleu’ school in the Halls had rather stunned both Sil and Taur, and neither spoke for a moment.
“Well, it was truly delicious, Gil,” said Taurnil, and got up and gave the elf a heartfelt hug, and a kiss on the top of the head.
They retired to the large and comfortable sitting room after their meal, and sat around on the comfortable sofas. Or at least, Sil and Taur did. Gil paced around instead, looking restless and wincing every few moments.
“What’s wrong pumpkin?” asked Sildil in concern.
“It’s nothing, honestly, just little Silgil making its presence felt. I can’t seem to get comfortable.”
“What you need is a glass of milk and a lettuce sandwich. My sister was exactly the same when she carried her baby,” said Taurnil, “sit down and I will fetch them for you.” The cook got up, popped to the kitchens to prepare the snack and brought it back on a tray, placing it on the table in front of the rotund elf.
“Why thank you Taurnil, that was sweet of you,” said Gil, slightly surprised by the gesture.
Sil looked thoughtfully at the pair of them.
*****
The third evening Sil prepared their meal. He made no pretence at cooking or making anything elaborate, instead he just set out a large spread of cold meats and cheeses, salads, bread and fruit for everyone to pick at as they wished. It was a pleasant evening, and so the three of them sat out on one of the balconies, and Gil told them a little of what the palace had been like when full of life and grandeur.
Ereinion painted a vivid picture that held Sil and Taur enthralled, and as he got into his tale, both elves could see him become the High King that he once was in front of their eyes. When Gil stopped suddenly with a sigh, it was the cook who leapt to his feet and went to sit by the elf, giving him a hug.
“Thinking about things that happened long ago can be sorrowful sometimes, please do not distress yourself further my dear,” he said with understanding and sympathy.
Both Sil and Gil noticed the endearment but said nothing, Gil smiling at Taurnil gratefully.
*****
The fourth evening, Taurnil cooked. He wanted to give Sildil a little time alone with his lover, and shooed them both out of the kitchen, telling them with a wink that ‘he did not want to see them again for at least two hours’. Sildil could scarcely believe it, but was not one to miss a given opportunity and so dragged a rather surprised Gil towards the bedroom.
Taurnil hummed and sang quietly to himself while he prepared their meal of soup, herb bread and a sweet soufflé for pudding. He felt utterly content. Having the Bonding Ceremony with Sil had eased his insecure mind as he knew that the silly elf did love him, and now, far away from the relentless teasing about Sil and Gil that he had had to put up with from the kitchen staff that he worked with, he had begun to look on Gil with.....affection? Or was it something more?
*****
On the fifth day, the three of them had decided to ride out a little way and picnic in a spot that Gil remembered. It was a perfect spot, beside a small, gentle waterfall that fed a deep basin, just right for bathing.
It was hot and as soon as they arrived, they stripped off without hesitation and leapt into the water. At least, Sil and Taur did, Gil entered a little more steadily bearing in mind his condition.
The elves swam and splashed happily, until Taurnil climbed to the top of the waterfall and called, “look!” and dived back in the water before the others could urge caution.
He entered the water with scarcely a splash, and Sil and Gil waited anxiously for the cook to resurface. A minute passed and Sil panicked, frantically kicking himself under the water to search for his beloved. He came up again spluttering. “He isn’t there Gil! Where is he?!” he cried, submerging once more.
Gil felt so useless, he couldn’t stay underwater for long, the baby took up so much room these days, that he did not have the lung capacity to hold his breath long enough. He tried at least to swim down a little, but the water was too murky near the surface, from all the churning up of the mud to search for their friend, for him to see anything further than a couple of feet.
After desperate minutes, Sil came up again gasping and burst into tears, “he’s gone! I’ve lost him!” and threw himself into Gil’s arms. Gil tried to console his friend, and tell him that it would be all right, but an awful feeling of loss was gripping his heart too, and he didn’t understand it.
Just as both elves were about to fall apart with the sudden and unexpected grief, they heard a merry laugh, “well, that was fun!” said Taurnil, appearing on the bank just downstream of the pool. “There was a narrow passage underwater, I got carried along to a spot just down river. Did you miss me?”
Suddenly the cook found himself flat on his back on the grass with a very upset and angry Sildil on top of him. “How DARE you frighten us like that?! We thought we’d lost you!”
Taurnil grabbed hold of Sil and held him tight. “You will never lose me, you silly elf.” As his husband calmed down, he became aware of another sound of distress. Looking up, Taur was shocked to see Gil sitting, helplessly sobbing on the edge of the bank.
“Gil?” he said, gently releasing Sil and moving over to sit by the distraught elf. Gil gave a shuddering sigh and curled into an astonished Taur’s arms. He muttered something quietly that the cook could not hear. “What was that?” he asked, soothingly, rubbing Gil’s back comfortingly.
“It hurt.” he repeated, huskily.
Taurnil frowned, “what hurt?”
Sildil sighed and came to sit on the other side of Taur and stretched his arms around them both him and Gil to hold them tight. “It hurt when we thought we had lost you. Here,” he said, pointing to his chest.
Taurnil was puzzled, “but.....Gil? As well?”
Gil nodded, but did not speak. Taurnil’s eyes opened wide as he realised what that meant. “Oh.”
The three of them sat for a little while, allowing the warmth of the sun to dry them off and then Taurnil got up and, smiling, offered them a hand each. “Come on you two! The least I can do for upsetting you both so much is to get lunch ready!” he said, pulling them up with him.
After the.....interesting events of the morning, the three elves spent the rest of the afternoon talking and resting by the waters edge.
*****
The sixth day.
After the almost-but-not-quite revelations of the previous day, Gil and Taur were still just a little shy of each other, in spite of many things that had been said. Sildil shook his head in quiet frustration. It was as clear as crystal that his two lovers and best friends were destined to be together but neither of them seemed willing or capable of admitting it.
Every time that Sil tried to give them a little time to be alone to try to sort out their feelings, one or other of them would make an excuse and leave or would follow Sil nervously.
Then Sil accidentally spilt the sauce he was attempting to cook, all over his tunic and had to wash and change, leaving Gil wriggling restlessly with appalling backache on the sofa. As he left the room he heard Taurnil offering to give the elf a massage and smiled to himself, deciding to take a long and leisurely bath instead of the quick shower he had planned.
Sometime later, after the bath, a drink on the balcony, a snack in the kitchen, a brisk walk in the garden and a browse in the library, Sil decided that he had left his friends long enough and returned.
He really should have listened a little more closely at the door before he entered, or at least knocked. It didn’t matter though, neither Gil nor Taur were the slightest bit aware of their friend’s innopportune entrance, and Sil, smiling and blushing furiously at the same time, quietly closed the door on their somewhat enthusiatic and energetic activities.
Returning a couple of hours later, with a large plate of sandwiches, he knocked loudly and waited. He heard a slightly embarrassed cough and an ‘it’s alright, come in,’ and then entered the room, grinning broadly. “I thought you both might be hungry,” he said, smirking a little as he saw the two elves sitting side by side, just touching, on the sofa, and put the food down in front of them on the table.
Taurnil giggled, looking at Gil. Gil sniggered, looking at the floor. Sildil chuckled, looking at both of them. All three burst out laughing.
“So.....um.....are you er.....’friends’ now?” asked Sil when he had managed to regain control.
Taurnil pulled his husband down to sit on his lap and cuddled him. “Yes, you silly elf. Good friends.”
Sildil looked at Gil and smiled nervously, “and is it all right? Are you happy?”
Gil grinned and nodded. “Couldn’t be better!” He rubbed his hands together gleefully. “Now, what about these sandwiches.....any herring?”
“Of course, pumpkin, as if I would forget,” said Sil, reaching over and putting a couple on a plate and handing them to Gil, who sighed in blissful satisfaction and began munching away happily.
The rest of the evening was spent giggling and flirting shamelessly with one another, and ended up with all three curled up together in the one enormous bed.
“So, was it a good honeymoon?” whispered a contented and tired Gil, sometime in the small hours of the morning.
“The best!”
“Perfect!”
Came the answers.
“Good....so glad.....liked it too,” came a sleepy reply, ending on a light, gentle, high-kingly snore.
Warnings: No smut(yes, I KNOW it's a honeymoon, but some things are best kept private!), excessive fluffiness and in the middle the teensiest bit of angst.....
Sildil considered himself a very lucky elf. A very lucky and happy elf. He watched Taurnil and Gil riding ahead of him, side by side, almost touching, and heard Taur’s graceful laugh in response to a low, growly comment from Gil. Life could not be better than this.
The three of them were returning from Sil and Taur’s honeymoon, courtesy of Ereinion Gil-galad. All right, yes, it was perhaps rather unconventional for the wedding couple to have included the lover of one of the parties (who was in fact also the naneth-to-be of same elf’s child) along on their trip, but Gil had been so generous and understanding of Taur’s needs to have his bonding ceremony with Sil without further delay, and had been so sweet to the pair of them with his gift of the trip, that Taurnil had invited him to join them, knowing that Sil did actually love Gil very much and missed him dreadfully when they were apart.
Sildil chuckled to himself as he thought of Gil’s face when Taur suggested he join them. The cook had invited Gil for a meal with them both and had carefully researched all the ex High King’s favourite dishes. The three of them had sat in slightly awkward politeness at first but soon relaxed and chatted happily, and Sil had been very pleased to see Taur slowly mellowing towards his other lover. When Gil blushed and almost choked at the proposal, “Sil and I would like you to accompany us to Lindon,” Sildil had grinned and thought then and there that this was going to be a good trip.
The first inkling that he was correct came on the second evening. Gil had thoughtfully left the newlyweds to themselves the first evening and all of the first day, amusing himself by sorting through a couple of old chests and digging out carefully preserved baby clothes for his child’s imminent arrival. At supper time he had put together a meal all by himself, to surprise Sil and Taur, of freshly caught, crisply fried fish and potatoes with a green salad, and a strawberry gateaux for pudding. Taurnil had been both impressed and delighted with the food and complimented Gil on his skill in the kitchen.
“Well, there was not much to do in Mandos’ Halls, but talk and swap recipes,” said Gil slightly shyly, “and I was there quite a while, so I had lots of time to practice cooking.”
The idea that there was a sort of ‘cordon bleu’ school in the Halls had rather stunned both Sil and Taur, and neither spoke for a moment.
“Well, it was truly delicious, Gil,” said Taurnil, and got up and gave the elf a heartfelt hug, and a kiss on the top of the head.
They retired to the large and comfortable sitting room after their meal, and sat around on the comfortable sofas. Or at least, Sil and Taur did. Gil paced around instead, looking restless and wincing every few moments.
“What’s wrong pumpkin?” asked Sildil in concern.
“It’s nothing, honestly, just little Silgil making its presence felt. I can’t seem to get comfortable.”
“What you need is a glass of milk and a lettuce sandwich. My sister was exactly the same when she carried her baby,” said Taurnil, “sit down and I will fetch them for you.” The cook got up, popped to the kitchens to prepare the snack and brought it back on a tray, placing it on the table in front of the rotund elf.
“Why thank you Taurnil, that was sweet of you,” said Gil, slightly surprised by the gesture.
Sil looked thoughtfully at the pair of them.
*****
The third evening Sil prepared their meal. He made no pretence at cooking or making anything elaborate, instead he just set out a large spread of cold meats and cheeses, salads, bread and fruit for everyone to pick at as they wished. It was a pleasant evening, and so the three of them sat out on one of the balconies, and Gil told them a little of what the palace had been like when full of life and grandeur.
Ereinion painted a vivid picture that held Sil and Taur enthralled, and as he got into his tale, both elves could see him become the High King that he once was in front of their eyes. When Gil stopped suddenly with a sigh, it was the cook who leapt to his feet and went to sit by the elf, giving him a hug.
“Thinking about things that happened long ago can be sorrowful sometimes, please do not distress yourself further my dear,” he said with understanding and sympathy.
Both Sil and Gil noticed the endearment but said nothing, Gil smiling at Taurnil gratefully.
*****
The fourth evening, Taurnil cooked. He wanted to give Sildil a little time alone with his lover, and shooed them both out of the kitchen, telling them with a wink that ‘he did not want to see them again for at least two hours’. Sildil could scarcely believe it, but was not one to miss a given opportunity and so dragged a rather surprised Gil towards the bedroom.
Taurnil hummed and sang quietly to himself while he prepared their meal of soup, herb bread and a sweet soufflé for pudding. He felt utterly content. Having the Bonding Ceremony with Sil had eased his insecure mind as he knew that the silly elf did love him, and now, far away from the relentless teasing about Sil and Gil that he had had to put up with from the kitchen staff that he worked with, he had begun to look on Gil with.....affection? Or was it something more?
*****
On the fifth day, the three of them had decided to ride out a little way and picnic in a spot that Gil remembered. It was a perfect spot, beside a small, gentle waterfall that fed a deep basin, just right for bathing.
It was hot and as soon as they arrived, they stripped off without hesitation and leapt into the water. At least, Sil and Taur did, Gil entered a little more steadily bearing in mind his condition.
The elves swam and splashed happily, until Taurnil climbed to the top of the waterfall and called, “look!” and dived back in the water before the others could urge caution.
He entered the water with scarcely a splash, and Sil and Gil waited anxiously for the cook to resurface. A minute passed and Sil panicked, frantically kicking himself under the water to search for his beloved. He came up again spluttering. “He isn’t there Gil! Where is he?!” he cried, submerging once more.
Gil felt so useless, he couldn’t stay underwater for long, the baby took up so much room these days, that he did not have the lung capacity to hold his breath long enough. He tried at least to swim down a little, but the water was too murky near the surface, from all the churning up of the mud to search for their friend, for him to see anything further than a couple of feet.
After desperate minutes, Sil came up again gasping and burst into tears, “he’s gone! I’ve lost him!” and threw himself into Gil’s arms. Gil tried to console his friend, and tell him that it would be all right, but an awful feeling of loss was gripping his heart too, and he didn’t understand it.
Just as both elves were about to fall apart with the sudden and unexpected grief, they heard a merry laugh, “well, that was fun!” said Taurnil, appearing on the bank just downstream of the pool. “There was a narrow passage underwater, I got carried along to a spot just down river. Did you miss me?”
Suddenly the cook found himself flat on his back on the grass with a very upset and angry Sildil on top of him. “How DARE you frighten us like that?! We thought we’d lost you!”
Taurnil grabbed hold of Sil and held him tight. “You will never lose me, you silly elf.” As his husband calmed down, he became aware of another sound of distress. Looking up, Taur was shocked to see Gil sitting, helplessly sobbing on the edge of the bank.
“Gil?” he said, gently releasing Sil and moving over to sit by the distraught elf. Gil gave a shuddering sigh and curled into an astonished Taur’s arms. He muttered something quietly that the cook could not hear. “What was that?” he asked, soothingly, rubbing Gil’s back comfortingly.
“It hurt.” he repeated, huskily.
Taurnil frowned, “what hurt?”
Sildil sighed and came to sit on the other side of Taur and stretched his arms around them both him and Gil to hold them tight. “It hurt when we thought we had lost you. Here,” he said, pointing to his chest.
Taurnil was puzzled, “but.....Gil? As well?”
Gil nodded, but did not speak. Taurnil’s eyes opened wide as he realised what that meant. “Oh.”
The three of them sat for a little while, allowing the warmth of the sun to dry them off and then Taurnil got up and, smiling, offered them a hand each. “Come on you two! The least I can do for upsetting you both so much is to get lunch ready!” he said, pulling them up with him.
After the.....interesting events of the morning, the three elves spent the rest of the afternoon talking and resting by the waters edge.
*****
The sixth day.
After the almost-but-not-quite revelations of the previous day, Gil and Taur were still just a little shy of each other, in spite of many things that had been said. Sildil shook his head in quiet frustration. It was as clear as crystal that his two lovers and best friends were destined to be together but neither of them seemed willing or capable of admitting it.
Every time that Sil tried to give them a little time to be alone to try to sort out their feelings, one or other of them would make an excuse and leave or would follow Sil nervously.
Then Sil accidentally spilt the sauce he was attempting to cook, all over his tunic and had to wash and change, leaving Gil wriggling restlessly with appalling backache on the sofa. As he left the room he heard Taurnil offering to give the elf a massage and smiled to himself, deciding to take a long and leisurely bath instead of the quick shower he had planned.
Sometime later, after the bath, a drink on the balcony, a snack in the kitchen, a brisk walk in the garden and a browse in the library, Sil decided that he had left his friends long enough and returned.
He really should have listened a little more closely at the door before he entered, or at least knocked. It didn’t matter though, neither Gil nor Taur were the slightest bit aware of their friend’s innopportune entrance, and Sil, smiling and blushing furiously at the same time, quietly closed the door on their somewhat enthusiatic and energetic activities.
Returning a couple of hours later, with a large plate of sandwiches, he knocked loudly and waited. He heard a slightly embarrassed cough and an ‘it’s alright, come in,’ and then entered the room, grinning broadly. “I thought you both might be hungry,” he said, smirking a little as he saw the two elves sitting side by side, just touching, on the sofa, and put the food down in front of them on the table.
Taurnil giggled, looking at Gil. Gil sniggered, looking at the floor. Sildil chuckled, looking at both of them. All three burst out laughing.
“So.....um.....are you er.....’friends’ now?” asked Sil when he had managed to regain control.
Taurnil pulled his husband down to sit on his lap and cuddled him. “Yes, you silly elf. Good friends.”
Sildil looked at Gil and smiled nervously, “and is it all right? Are you happy?”
Gil grinned and nodded. “Couldn’t be better!” He rubbed his hands together gleefully. “Now, what about these sandwiches.....any herring?”
“Of course, pumpkin, as if I would forget,” said Sil, reaching over and putting a couple on a plate and handing them to Gil, who sighed in blissful satisfaction and began munching away happily.
The rest of the evening was spent giggling and flirting shamelessly with one another, and ended up with all three curled up together in the one enormous bed.
“So, was it a good honeymoon?” whispered a contented and tired Gil, sometime in the small hours of the morning.
“The best!”
“Perfect!”
Came the answers.
“Good....so glad.....liked it too,” came a sleepy reply, ending on a light, gentle, high-kingly snore.
