Aearlin & Silinde - The Begining - 13
The blonde warrior chuckled, allowing Aearlin to remain immersed in the rapidly cooling water. It was strange, but Silinde found he did not want to deny any wish that other demanded, which bothered and yet intrigued the Mirkwood elf. Silinde chided himself, feeling silly for having such thoughts about one he had only met a few hours ago. It was probably due to the fact that Aearlin was similar not only in stature, but in personality. It had nothing to do with the fact that Silinde found the injured ellon extremely attractive. He could only imagine what Aearlin would look like, his porcelain skin untouched by the many cuts and bruises present, his pale blonde locks smooth and soft, without stained tendrils, and those eyes….a peculiar mix of blue and green that Silinde had never seen before. Nope…nothing to do with any of that. He was just being a good member of the elven society by helping a fellow elf in need.
But said elf needed his help now, and Silinde’s train of thought was quickly pushed aside. “Yes mellon nin, this way.” Offering his shoulder once more to the sheet covered ellon, Silinde began another long trip, this time to his rooms.
Amazing. Utterly amazing. Aearlin was already relying on Silinde so much - hoping that the other was willing to aid him. Not just any elf, but Silinde alone. And so once they were out of the tubs, dried off and ready to go, he accepted the other's shoulder, leaning on it as little as necessary without putting too great a strain on his own form. Thus began their shuffling to Silinde's rooms. Along the way he would take in the ornate and rather lovely decor of the manor - Elrond certainly had good taste! Swooping archways and slender lines formed everything, even the very walls, and Aearlin had to admit, he was impressed. He always had been, if he were truly honest with himself. It was only that city-life, even one as tranquil and calm as Imladris, just wasn't for him. He needed the freedom of the forests and mountains.
They continued their way down the hallway, and the further they walked, the more Aearlin ended up leaning against Silinde. He'd keep going, however, until the other blond came to a halt, and only then would he straighten himself - at least as best as he could - so the other could move to open the door. "I must say, I'm very glad that you came to the healing rooms when you did. You've been such a help... I only hope I might be able to repay your kindness sometime soon." He didn't wish to prolong the debt, as he hoped to be the other elf's friend, or at least as much of a friend as the Ghost could be allowed. And no friendship should form with a sense of debt to the other. Still, he could not bring himself to repay the debt -too- soon --- it would give him an excuse to be near the other!
“There is nothing to repay mellon nin. As the Ghost you have repaid that kindness more than you know; by protecting the innocent, and ridding Middle-Earth of those vile orcs. There is nothing more I could ask for.” Silinde was after all a royal guard of Mirkwood, and knew too well the hardships of protecting. In his heart, there was no desire of any payment from Aearlin, except maybe friendship…but it seemed as though he already had that.
Carefully, Silinde led the blonde to the oversized bed, assisting him to sit, before taking off to the far side of the room where the closet was located. The Mirkwood elf suddenly chuckled at the realization that he had underestimated the variety of colors. "It seems that I have not been honest with you Aearlin….my variety is actually limited.” With this the warrior turned around, blushing at his own mistake. “I have leggings in brown, gray, green and navy, and tunics in the same to match. Which would you prefer?"
Before waiting for a response, Silinde took one legging of each color and then simple tunics that would keep Aearlin comfortable when he chose to rest. Walking over to the bed, he laid out all the choices for Aearlin to see. "I personally think navy would look good on you, though the choice is ultimately yours." Silinde had no idea what color the elf preferred, for all he had seen Aearlin in was a white sheet. He did think the navy leggings and light blue tunic would be stunning on the elf though. He could picture Aearlin, the highlights in his blond locks enhanced by the crisp blue, and how it would intensify the shades of aqua in him exotic eyes. But he kept these thoughts to himself. He did not want to scare away the only company he had for the moment. It was obvious that Imladris was busy this day, Lord Elrond and his sons obviously preoccupied with other matters.
"Saes mellon nin, pick whatever you like." And while Silinde waited for Aearlin to make his decision, he made his way back to the closet and picking out a cream tunic for himself, having got the one he wore slightly wet. With graceful movements the green wet tunic was stripped off, and the new cream one slipped on. Silinde then went to the wooden dresser to retrieve his brush. He quickly brushed his hair, redoing his braids with practiced fingers. Now fully dressed, he made his way back to the sheet clad ellon. “Once you’re dressed, perhaps we can take care of your hair?”