Aearlin & Silinde - The Begining - 12
Aearlin had been enjoying the treatment of his hair and scalp immensely, even when water was poured over the top of his head to rinse the suds away. He could have purred! Still, he did not rise immediately after the other finished, and instead just lay there, floating his upper half nearby the form of his hijacked caretaker. Eyes flashed open once more as the other announced the end of the washing, and he managed another smile to the elf. "Then it will have to be cut. While I'm sure that the smaller streaks of pink will fade over time, they are somewhat less noticeable than the entire bottom looking like I had dunked it in berry juice."
Finally he let his body sink slightly into a more upright position, carefully stretching the limbs he could without popping any of the stitches put into his flesh. "Mm.. I could stay here forever. Tell Elrond he will be short one bath - I do not wish to move." Of course, he flashed the other a wink at his speech - he was only jesting. But he did seem comfortable. The water soothed his aches - even the sharp sting of the wound across his stomach - and he felt clean and nearly weightless - no strain was put on sore muscles or bruises.
"I think I may have to stay in Imladris further than the two weeks Elrohir mentioned," he finally spoke again, turning to watch Silinde curiously. "I lost my clothing and weapons to the orcs, and it will take time to earn new items to replace them." What a mess. He would be returning the favor upon those foul creatures in far fiercer an attack upon his return to the mountains. "Might you know where I can acquire some well crafted bows? Or decent clothing... or both?" Aww, the little 'help me' look was flashed to the other elf, the smile never leaving his face.
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Silinde chuckled at the though of Aearlin residing in the tub. “Though I’m sure Lord Elrond would not care for the loss of a tub, I do think the healer in him would be disspointed to find you a shriveled up prune.” Silinde knew being immersed in the warm water was easing the pain and stiffness of the ellon’s injuries, but sooner or later he would have to leave.
“And you shall worry for nothing. As the ghost, you have given safe passage to all of Arda’s beloved creatures, be they man or elf. It’s the least I can do for you.” Being a royal guard as he was entitled him to much, and he would gladly bestow this mysterious ellon whatever he could afford. “But all of this can wait. First…you need clothing, and since you cannot simply wait for one to be made you shall borrow mine. Unfortuatly, it’s a hike from here, but you would have to come and pick out what you would like. I have a vast variety of shades and designs and wouldn’t have the slightest clue which you would prefer.” Though in all honesty, he did want to know. With a small, basheful smile, he continued. “Do you think you’re up for the challenge mellon nin?
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A challenge? Oh, but the light brightened in those aquamarine eyes, and he flashed a wicked look in the direction of the other. "Allow me a few moments longer in here, and I shall very eagerly make the trek to your room," he insisted. Just as long as he had a few more minutes of the pain lessening. It felt divine, like a gift sent from Illuvatar himself! He shifted to the wall of the tub they shared, leaning against the edge for a few long minutes. Painless. The aches had faded to near nothing, and no part of him had that stabbing pain that had lanced through him when he first had tried to move on his own. He could bend everything in the water - save for his stomach itself.
He let himself relax further, until he could feel his skin begin to grow too accustomed to the liquid environment - the slight beginnings of wrinkling could be seen on his fingertips. Only then did he nod to Silinde, requesting that they leave the baths and find some clothes for him. It was only a very good thing that they seemed about the same height, save for perhaps an inch. Aearlin was well toned, but it seemed that though Silinde appeared slighter, it wouldn't be at problem at all - there was little difference in their stature. Just minor differences, which would help a great deal in dressing Aearlin.
Once he was out, and that messy sheet wrapped loosely around him once more (not too tightly, as he didn't want to get dirty all over again), he smiled once more. "So as I do not give others a view they might not appreciate, shall we head to your room?" He was very grateful to Silinde, amazed that another would so willingly give him such things. Still, it was his way to jest and tease, and he was glad that Silinde seemed to welcome his mannerisms - and understand them.