More Ioreth/Glorfindel crazyness...
Part 2, in which Ioreth goes to find Thorongil, and Glorfindel and Thorongil have A Chat. Part 1, which includes het!smut - you have been warned - is here. Or just scroll down the page.
Thanks to Nicole for being our Thorongil. Oh, and there is also a special guest star... well, it's just one of the Jen's, really, playing a different part... DO NOT LOOK BEHIND THE CURTAIN.
Ioreth: *Elbowing my way into the barracks and aiming my best 'innocent wee healer' smile at the first soldier I recognise* Hurin, is Captain Thorongil about?
Hurin: *glancing up from my reports and managing a pained smile* Aye, he's somewhere. What do you need him for?
Hurin: All right. All right. *eyes suspiciously* What kind of message? There's not some silly girl claiming to be his long lost sister again, is there?
Ioreth: *laughs* No, no, nothing like that. Just a message from the Houses. *reaches over and pets Hurin's hand* You're a sweetheart. I owe you one.
Hurin: *tries to scowl convincingly, but cannot hide a genuine smile* I'll remember that. Wait here. *heads off to find the Captain*
Ioreth: *openly admires Hurin's arse as he heads off, and then perches on the edge of his desk to wait*
Thorongil: *So far today I have made a review of a few troops of men and given a report to Denethor. Now I help to train a small group of new recruits, eager but inexperienced. This is going to be a long day.*
Hurin: *I wander out to the training grounds, and take a moment to watch Thorongil with the new soldiers. When I judge it safe to interrupt, I step into his line of sight and clear my throat to catch his attention.*
Thorongil: *When Húrin calls for my attention I dismiss the men for a water break and turn to him.* Húrin, well met. May I help you?
Hurin: Good afternoon, Captain. If you have a moment, Lady Ioreth would like a word with you.
Thorongil:: *nodding* Certainly, where is she?
Hurin: Waiting inside. If you'll come with me, sir?
Thorongil:: Of course. *I follow Húrin inside and nod to Ioreth.* Good afternoon, my lady.
Ioreth: *curtseying* And to you, Captain. *sideways glance at Hurin* The message I have to give you would be better given in private, my lord.
Hurin: *takes the hint* My reports will no longer wait. *bows to the both of you and ducks out*
Thorongil:: *raising my eyebrows* Very well. *slight bow to Húrin* Thank you for your assistance.
Thorongil:: Ioreth, what is this message? You've gotten me curious.
Ioreth: *trying to remember the exact wording* Glorfindel... brings word from home.
Thorongil:: *surprised look* Glorfindel? Where is he?
Ioreth: In the Houses. A couple of soldiers found him on the road outside the city, badly wounded *hastily adds* He is healing well, although not quick enough for his liking, apparently.
Thorongil:: *slowly* I see. *nodding sharply* Thank you for bringing this message, Ioreth. I shall go to him.
Ioreth: The other healers know him as 'Randir', and as far as I know I am the only one aware of who... what he is. I only found out by accident. *and quite a pleasurable accident it was, too*
Thorongil:: *grinning* You didn't touch his hair, did you?
Ioreth: *among other things, yes* I'm afraid so. I think he's forgiven me, though. *blushes*
Thorongil:: *noticing your blush and grinning wider* I see.
Ioreth: *Oh dear* Well, that was all the message... and I really should be getting back... lots of work to do. Simply swamped, really. *babbles*
Thorongil:: I can accompany you to the Houses and speak with him now. *offering my arm*
Ioreth: *Why do I get the feeling this is Not a Good Idea?* As you wish. *Not like I can think of any good reasons to say no... that seems to be becoming a theme of late...*
Thorongil:: *I take Ioreth's arm and we begin to walk at a casual pace to the Healing Houses.* So, Randir, is it? He must have been drugged when you found him.
Ioreth: He was wounded by orc-arrows, and between the poison and the medicine we gave him to combat it - he wasn't exactly coherent for a while, no.
Thorongil:: It is good that he was found. I'm sure he's very grateful. *smirk*
Ioreth: Grateful? No, mostly he complains about being stuck in bed. *Although I do have a couple of interesting ways of getting him to stop complaining*
Thorongil:: That sounds like him, certainly. Ah, here we are. Which room is he in? If you'll direct me to him, I'll leave you to your work.
Ioreth: This way. *leads you through the corridors and peers in through the door, making sure there's no other healers around* Glorfindel, you have a visitor.
Glorfindel:: *shifting my gaze away from the window to the open door* Oh?
Thorongil:: *stepping through the doorway, grinning cheekily* Hello, "Randir."
Glorfindel:: *grins* Don't mock your elders, "Thorongil."
Ioreth: *grinning a little at the two of them* I'll be off on my rounds, unless there's anything you need.
Glorfindel:: Thank you, Ioreth. I appreciate your fetching him for me.
Thorongil:: Yes, thank you Ioreth.
Ioreth: *winks at Glorfindel from behind Thorongil's back and heads off*
Glorfindel:: *fixes Estel with a meaningful look* Not a word of this to your father.
Thorongil:: *innocent face* Why would I tell him any of this?
Glorfindel:: Because the twins taught you well, that's why. *grits teeth and levers self up to a sitting position*
Thorongil:: *helping you sit up* Not a word, on my honor. What brings you here?
Glorfindel:: Elrond. Your mother. We haven't had word in quite some time. They worry, and to be honest, so do the rest of us.
Thorongil:: *frowning* The Steward watches me carefully, Glorfindel. It is not easy to send word. I have no intention to worry you.
Glorfindel:: Is Ecthelion not pleased with your service?
Thorongil:: No, Ecthelion is a good man, trusting and trustworthy. His son dislikes me greatly, though. *sigh* If I were to leave to Imladris, I fear what rumors he would spread of me during my absence.
Glorfindel:: Ah. *frowns* The Stewards have grown jealous of their power. I know this errantry is necessary, Estel, but please be cautious. Your actions as Thorongil may well set the stage for Aragorn, son of Arathorn.
Thorongil:: *nods* I understand. I will be careful.
Glorfindel:: Good. *shifts around in an attempt to ease some of the pressure on one of the exit wounds* Your mother asked me to bring you here love, and to tell you that she is well.
Thorongil:: That is good news. Thank you. I would be grateful if you would take the same message to her on your return.
Glorfindel:: I will. *looks you over* I trust that I will be telling her the truth?
Thorongil:: I am well. Better than you, in any case. *smirk*
Glorfindel:: *scowls* We should never have let the twins raise you. I am well enough, young Dunadan.
Thorongil:: Of course you are. How long have you been a guest at the Houses? When will you be returning?
Glorfindel:: *frowns* I'm not really sure ... of either. Better to ask Ioreth.
Thorongil:: *nods* I will. *poker faced* I'm sure she's been treating you well.
Glorfindel:: *playfully* You're an impertinent whelp.
Thorongil:: *laughs* You shouldn't have let the twins raise me, remember?
Glorfindel:: Yes, well, I intend to repay them when I get home for all the thoughts they put in your head. *tries to get a bit more comfortable* I don't suppose you have any athelas here.
Thorongil:: Not at the moment...
Glorfindel:: *mutters a soft curse in Sindarin*
Thorongil:: *grins and produces some from a pouch at my belt*
Glorfindel:: Estel! You should not tease a wounded elf so!
Thorongil:: *laughing and administering the athelas to your shoulder* It's good to see you again, Glorfindel.
Glorfindel:: *smiling* And it is good to see you again. I rather wish it was under different circumstances.
Thorongil:: As do I, but we cannot have all that we wish for. I have to get back to training, but I'll return to visit you soon.
Glorfindel:: *adjusts the bandage over my shoulder* Of course. I should not keep you from your duties. Thank you for the athelas. Would you do me the favor of asking Ioreth to come in if you see her on your way out?
Thorongil:: *nods and clasps your good shoulder in a friendly manner* I will. *impish grin*
Glorfindel:: *returns the grip, and graces you with an equally mischievous smile* Hannon le.
Thanks to Nicole for being our Thorongil. Oh, and there is also a special guest star... well, it's just one of the Jen's, really, playing a different part... DO NOT LOOK BEHIND THE CURTAIN.
Ioreth: *Elbowing my way into the barracks and aiming my best 'innocent wee healer' smile at the first soldier I recognise* Hurin, is Captain Thorongil about?
Hurin: *glancing up from my reports and managing a pained smile* Aye, he's somewhere. What do you need him for?
Hurin: All right. All right. *eyes suspiciously* What kind of message? There's not some silly girl claiming to be his long lost sister again, is there?
Ioreth: *laughs* No, no, nothing like that. Just a message from the Houses. *reaches over and pets Hurin's hand* You're a sweetheart. I owe you one.
Hurin: *tries to scowl convincingly, but cannot hide a genuine smile* I'll remember that. Wait here. *heads off to find the Captain*
Ioreth: *openly admires Hurin's arse as he heads off, and then perches on the edge of his desk to wait*
Thorongil: *So far today I have made a review of a few troops of men and given a report to Denethor. Now I help to train a small group of new recruits, eager but inexperienced. This is going to be a long day.*
Hurin: *I wander out to the training grounds, and take a moment to watch Thorongil with the new soldiers. When I judge it safe to interrupt, I step into his line of sight and clear my throat to catch his attention.*
Thorongil: *When Húrin calls for my attention I dismiss the men for a water break and turn to him.* Húrin, well met. May I help you?
Hurin: Good afternoon, Captain. If you have a moment, Lady Ioreth would like a word with you.
Thorongil:: *nodding* Certainly, where is she?
Hurin: Waiting inside. If you'll come with me, sir?
Thorongil:: Of course. *I follow Húrin inside and nod to Ioreth.* Good afternoon, my lady.
Ioreth: *curtseying* And to you, Captain. *sideways glance at Hurin* The message I have to give you would be better given in private, my lord.
Hurin: *takes the hint* My reports will no longer wait. *bows to the both of you and ducks out*
Thorongil:: *raising my eyebrows* Very well. *slight bow to Húrin* Thank you for your assistance.
Thorongil:: Ioreth, what is this message? You've gotten me curious.
Ioreth: *trying to remember the exact wording* Glorfindel... brings word from home.
Thorongil:: *surprised look* Glorfindel? Where is he?
Ioreth: In the Houses. A couple of soldiers found him on the road outside the city, badly wounded *hastily adds* He is healing well, although not quick enough for his liking, apparently.
Thorongil:: *slowly* I see. *nodding sharply* Thank you for bringing this message, Ioreth. I shall go to him.
Ioreth: The other healers know him as 'Randir', and as far as I know I am the only one aware of who... what he is. I only found out by accident. *and quite a pleasurable accident it was, too*
Thorongil:: *grinning* You didn't touch his hair, did you?
Ioreth: *among other things, yes* I'm afraid so. I think he's forgiven me, though. *blushes*
Thorongil:: *noticing your blush and grinning wider* I see.
Ioreth: *Oh dear* Well, that was all the message... and I really should be getting back... lots of work to do. Simply swamped, really. *babbles*
Thorongil:: I can accompany you to the Houses and speak with him now. *offering my arm*
Ioreth: *Why do I get the feeling this is Not a Good Idea?* As you wish. *Not like I can think of any good reasons to say no... that seems to be becoming a theme of late...*
Thorongil:: *I take Ioreth's arm and we begin to walk at a casual pace to the Healing Houses.* So, Randir, is it? He must have been drugged when you found him.
Ioreth: He was wounded by orc-arrows, and between the poison and the medicine we gave him to combat it - he wasn't exactly coherent for a while, no.
Thorongil:: It is good that he was found. I'm sure he's very grateful. *smirk*
Ioreth: Grateful? No, mostly he complains about being stuck in bed. *Although I do have a couple of interesting ways of getting him to stop complaining*
Thorongil:: That sounds like him, certainly. Ah, here we are. Which room is he in? If you'll direct me to him, I'll leave you to your work.
Ioreth: This way. *leads you through the corridors and peers in through the door, making sure there's no other healers around* Glorfindel, you have a visitor.
Glorfindel:: *shifting my gaze away from the window to the open door* Oh?
Thorongil:: *stepping through the doorway, grinning cheekily* Hello, "Randir."
Glorfindel:: *grins* Don't mock your elders, "Thorongil."
Ioreth: *grinning a little at the two of them* I'll be off on my rounds, unless there's anything you need.
Glorfindel:: Thank you, Ioreth. I appreciate your fetching him for me.
Thorongil:: Yes, thank you Ioreth.
Ioreth: *winks at Glorfindel from behind Thorongil's back and heads off*
Glorfindel:: *fixes Estel with a meaningful look* Not a word of this to your father.
Thorongil:: *innocent face* Why would I tell him any of this?
Glorfindel:: Because the twins taught you well, that's why. *grits teeth and levers self up to a sitting position*
Thorongil:: *helping you sit up* Not a word, on my honor. What brings you here?
Glorfindel:: Elrond. Your mother. We haven't had word in quite some time. They worry, and to be honest, so do the rest of us.
Thorongil:: *frowning* The Steward watches me carefully, Glorfindel. It is not easy to send word. I have no intention to worry you.
Glorfindel:: Is Ecthelion not pleased with your service?
Thorongil:: No, Ecthelion is a good man, trusting and trustworthy. His son dislikes me greatly, though. *sigh* If I were to leave to Imladris, I fear what rumors he would spread of me during my absence.
Glorfindel:: Ah. *frowns* The Stewards have grown jealous of their power. I know this errantry is necessary, Estel, but please be cautious. Your actions as Thorongil may well set the stage for Aragorn, son of Arathorn.
Thorongil:: *nods* I understand. I will be careful.
Glorfindel:: Good. *shifts around in an attempt to ease some of the pressure on one of the exit wounds* Your mother asked me to bring you here love, and to tell you that she is well.
Thorongil:: That is good news. Thank you. I would be grateful if you would take the same message to her on your return.
Glorfindel:: I will. *looks you over* I trust that I will be telling her the truth?
Thorongil:: I am well. Better than you, in any case. *smirk*
Glorfindel:: *scowls* We should never have let the twins raise you. I am well enough, young Dunadan.
Thorongil:: Of course you are. How long have you been a guest at the Houses? When will you be returning?
Glorfindel:: *frowns* I'm not really sure ... of either. Better to ask Ioreth.
Thorongil:: *nods* I will. *poker faced* I'm sure she's been treating you well.
Glorfindel:: *playfully* You're an impertinent whelp.
Thorongil:: *laughs* You shouldn't have let the twins raise me, remember?
Glorfindel:: Yes, well, I intend to repay them when I get home for all the thoughts they put in your head. *tries to get a bit more comfortable* I don't suppose you have any athelas here.
Thorongil:: Not at the moment...
Glorfindel:: *mutters a soft curse in Sindarin*
Thorongil:: *grins and produces some from a pouch at my belt*
Glorfindel:: Estel! You should not tease a wounded elf so!
Thorongil:: *laughing and administering the athelas to your shoulder* It's good to see you again, Glorfindel.
Glorfindel:: *smiling* And it is good to see you again. I rather wish it was under different circumstances.
Thorongil:: As do I, but we cannot have all that we wish for. I have to get back to training, but I'll return to visit you soon.
Glorfindel:: *adjusts the bandage over my shoulder* Of course. I should not keep you from your duties. Thank you for the athelas. Would you do me the favor of asking Ioreth to come in if you see her on your way out?
Thorongil:: *nods and clasps your good shoulder in a friendly manner* I will. *impish grin*
Glorfindel:: *returns the grip, and graces you with an equally mischievous smile* Hannon le.