Rumor among the elves was kept quiet, for though they enjoyed talking and sharing information, they did try to make sure that when they spoke, they spoke the truth. Which was why few knew of the lost son of Fingolfin. The youngest son that even Fingolfin himself barely spoke of, that disappeared across the sea when Feanor sailed - the event tangled ( Read more... )

And so with Aearlin’s consent, Silinde helped the injured ellon dress in navy leggings, and a simple light blue embroidered tunic made of silk, which would not tug on any stitches Aearlin had. Though the exotic elf had asked for assistance, Silinde knew it was hard for Aearlin to admit he couldn’t do it himself. He desperately tried to allow the ( Read more... )

Pick whatever he liked?  "I've never been one to follow the fashions that sometimes shift within our people... and color has never been so important as keeping myself hidden," he admitted in reply, peering at the clothing within the closet from his perch upon Silinde's bed.  "I trust your judgement, though," the confession came a moment after, aqua ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

Long moments had passed, and Silinde’s slender fingers continued to massage Aearlin’s scalp, careful of any cuts or bruises hidden by his long hair. He knew from the serene look on the other’s face, that he was enjoying it, and for a strange reason, Silinde’s heart was overjoyed. Something deep within him stirred at the thought and sight of this ( Read more... )

The gasp did not go unnoticed, but it did go without comment. He knew how he must look, all considering how he felt. But the question... he gave a shiver at the inquiry, turning his face away from the very elf who he had been smiling at a moment or two ago. "I cannot say your kin are safe, but they are safer than I. The orcs have known for ( Read more... )

Silinde nodded with a smile to the youngest of Elrond’s son. Though he was good friends with the twins, he still had great trouble telling them apart, and was glad for the introduction. Not wanting to interfere with the healers ministrations, the Mirkwood elf moved to the side, watching Elrohir poke and prod the ellon. Silinde could have left, but ( Read more... )

A wince flicked across his fingers as he sat. Even with help, the area across his midsection flared in protest as he sat up. Water was sipped at - he didn't dare gulp just yet - and he felt the ache in his throat diminish somewhat. A clearer voice, though not fully healed, replied to the question posed. "Aye, orcs. It is the only reason I wish to ( Read more... )

Humor from one so injured was surprising and yet welcomed by Silinde.  "Well Aearlin, I am pleased to meet you, though it saddens me to see any of the eldar injured so.  Orc's you say did this?"

And while the blonde carried on his conversation, he gently offered to help the other up so he could have some water.  He didn't know why, but he felt ( Read more... )