FEANOR: *follows behing him relieved*
FEANOR: Thank you Elladan...
ELLADAN: You're very welcome.
ELLADAN: I'm not too much for stuffy parties
anyhow.
FEANOR: *is still holding and almost full
bottle of Mirkwood wine*
ELLADAN: *smiles* My idea of a party is
somewhat more working-class.
FEANOR: *raises an eyebrow* Really...I
am intrigued.
ELLADAN: *griiiins* Come on. *leads him
toward the nearest exit*
ELLADAN: *"borrows" another bottle of
wine on the way out*
FEANOR: *takes his hand as he follows
closely behind. There is something about this
younger elf that is refreshing.*
ELLADAN: *takes him next door to the
Sindarin embassy*
ELLADAN: *has dual citizenship, and has
given the guard a couple sexual favors
recently, so it's not difficult to get inside*
FEANOR: *looks at the building with
interest as they run up the steps* I have
never been in here...
ELLADAN: They don't let many Noldor in
here.
ELLADAN: 's the Sindarin Embassy.
FEANOR: *looks nervous* Will they allow
me in? Given who I am?
ELLADAN: *cheeky grin* It's after hours
and I know most of the guards.
FEANOR: Ahh...*winks at him* You are a
clever one, aren't you?
ELLADAN: *little shrug* I've been afforded
some office space here till I can decide
where all the important papers and such
from Imladris should go. My grandfather
Celeborn thought they'd be safer here than
in the bottom of some closet.
ELLADAN: *takes a key from his pocket and
unlocks a door to reveal a spacious -- but
clearly unused -- office*
FEANOR: *nods as he follows the younger
elf* That is rather important work, is it not. I
have heard of Imladris. It was an important
haven for elves in Middle Earth.
FEANOR: I have been doing some
reading...
ELLADAN: Hm?
ELLADAN: *lots of trunks stacked up along
the walls, and several wooden wine-cases
-- along with a crow-bar and several
goblets -- behind the desk*
ELLADAN: I'm not sure whether you'd be
glad or not, to miss three ages of the sun.
FEANOR: It was due penance for my
deeds, pen neth. I have had many ages to
think.
ELLADAN: There were a lot of good times,
then. Times when you actually felt alive.
But then, I am part mortal, and my father
half-man. We see things differently from
most elves.
FEANOR: *nods* Yes, it is a strange
existence in the Halls of Waiting. You had to
choose did you not?
ELLADAN: The choice was already made in
our hearts, long before we knew we had to
make one.
ELLADAN: My father chose the life of the
Eldar, and while he remained in
Middle-earth, his children also had that
grace.
FEANOR: *smiles at him* I am glad you
did, I would not have met you otherwise.
*takes a glass up for him and pours him
some Dorwinion* Here you are.
ELLADAN: *smiles and takes it, settling
down into one of the pair of comfortable
chairs behind the desk* Many thanks, my
lord.
FEANOR: *Pours himself a glass and feels
very sober* This is a lovely wine. Hats off
to Thranduil. *sips slowly* Finarfin is such a
fussy elf sometimes. *snorts*
ELLADAN: He is a great ponce, isn't he.
ELLADAN: *can say that now that they're not
in the museum!*
FEANOR: Yes...*chuckles* He always has
been.
FEANOR: We are very different. I frighten
him, I think.
ELLADAN: You frighten anyone who doesn't
understand pride and ambition.
FEANOR: Yes...that is very true. *raises
his glass* To all my follies...may I learn from
experience.
ELLADAN: *raises his own* To follies and
to wisdom, that we may cover our own
arses from this hour henceforth.
FEANOR: *grins wickedly* Well
said....why is it that I do not frighten you,
pen neth? Most of your age would be
quaking in their boots at the sight of me.
ELLADAN: Do you want the official answer,
or the truth?
FEANOR: *grey eyes look intent*Both if I
may have them...
ELLADAN: [grins, leaning back] The official
answer is: I am frightened, my lord; but a
descendant of kings and princes should be
well-schooled in hiding his weaknesses.
The truth is, you don't scare me at all. You
arouse my curiosity, among other things.
ELLADAN: I am something of a smith myself,
a peacetime craftsman when there are no
orcs to slay. I understand more than you
might think.
FEANOR: *Is surprised and pleased by his
answer but most of all very interested in the
younger elf. His gaze is both cautiously
appraising and slightly hopeful. Could this be
a kindred spirit?* What type of craft do you
do? *leans forward
FEANOR: elbows on his knees wirling his
wine*
ELLADAN: *shrug* It depends on my
mood. I've made some positively wicked
swords in my time, wrought in righteous
anger. But other times... Well, let's just say
that my father's jewelers were paying me to
do their work at one point.
FEANOR: *eyes warm* Jewels are most
rewarding. It can be quite satisfying to make
a beautiful piece....
ELLADAN: And quite heart-breaking to lose
one, or to see it go to someone unworthy.
ELLADAN: I made the pendant my sister
wore. It's an heirloom of her family now, to
be passed to the bride of each new king.
FEANOR: *nods sadly* My obsession
was misplaced. I sacrificed my family for
them. I have learned this through the ages.
ELLADAN: *totally sympathetic* So, go
forward, and don't make the same mistake
again. Honor your family and make great
works.
FEANOR: *Agrees silently* And you
should be proud of your work. That it lasts
through the test of time. That is a sign of
excellent craftsmanship.
ELLADAN: Thank you, my lord. It is a high
compliment indeed.
FEANOR: *sips more wine and levels an
intense gaze at the younger elf*It is sincere,
I assure you. *softly*
ELLADAN: *having the old angel/devil debate
in his head: be good, kiss Feanor, be good,
kiss Feanor, be good, kiss Feanor*
ELLADAN: *eh, the devil always wins
anyway*
ELLADAN: *lays a passionate one on him;
since it's in for a penny, in for a pound,
anyway*
FEANOR: *Their lips meet and it is like
fire. Their lips meld crushingly and Feanor
parts his lips slightly to tease Elladan's lips
with his tongue, moaning softly.*
ELLADAN: *practically purrs, getting a
sizable thrill out of the kiss*
ELLADAN: *kisses back, very good at what
he does*
FEANOR: *Has put his glass down and is
running his hands through the dark sable hair
as the kiss intensifies. Their tongues entwine
in an erotic dance and Feanor pauses for a
breath to look into the other elf's eyes. The
passion he sees there matches his own*
ELLADAN: *Ella growls a predatory/playful
growl, looking ready to pounce the
Noldorin prince.*
FEANOR: *rumbles low in his throat and
kisses the half elf more passionately. Pulling
on his hair slightly he makes his way to the
exposed throat the nibbles on this tender
neck, biting him and marking him
possessively.*
ELLADAN: *is entirely willing to let it happen;
quite awash in the intensity of the
experience*
FEANOR: *Moves his mouth to an elegant
ear point and takes it between his lips,
sucking on it gently.* You saved me tonight,
pen neth. *whispering in the well shaped
ear*
ELLADAN: *purrs, pressing against the older
lord* Oh... *an idea is starting to formulate
in the fog, but it's not quiiiiite concrete yet*
Elrohair has entered the room.
ELLADAN: *spies his twin and makes a
sound curiously close to a 'meep'*
ELROHIR: *enters, unwrapping his cloak from
around him* Oh... brother, have I
interrupted something?
FEANOR: *Feanor looks up at the mirror
image of this lover...* Erm...i take it this is
your brother?
ELLADAN: *trying to gear his brain back
down to something approaching speech,
pulling away from the stately son of Finwe*
Yes, this is Elrohir. Elrohir, Feanor son of
Finwe.
ELROHIR: Indeed *bows* I am sorry to have
come in at such a...er... inconvienent time...
It is an honor to meet you, Feanor.
FEANOR: *Pulls back from nibbling on
Elladan's ear and straightens his tunic* Mae
govannen Elrohir....*nodding and blushing
slightly*
ELLADAN: *grins at his twin* Oh well,
guess I deserve it. It's not like I haven't
walked in on you enough times.
ELROHIR: *coughs* Indeed... It is rather time
I paid you back for that.
ELLADAN: Have you been to the party yet?
ELROHIR: No, I was kept out later than I had
intented. I am curious as to this new
museum, though. Have you seen it?
FEANOR: *watches the two talk
fascinated at the by-play and remembers his
own twin sons*
ELLADAN: A couple exhibits. But I couldn't
stand the Finarfin's holier-than-thou air.
High King he may be, but we were born
and bred in Middle-earth and someone
needs to remind everyone there that there's
more to life than seeing who can
ELLADAN: stick their nose highest in the air.
FEANOR: *snorts*
ELLADAN: Seriously, we need to go in there
and crash it.
ELROHIR: I have not been in his company long
enough to make a judgement... but I agree
we should go in. I could certainly use a
drink.
ELLADAN: *pours him a glass* You'll need
a drink before you go, trust me.
FEANOR: *Feanor sips his wine* Do you
want to head back to the party? I am sure
the tour is over by now.
ELROHIR: *accepts it gratefully* Thank you.
Is it...very busy inside?
ELLADAN: *to Elrohir* A lot of family, a lot
of reunions, and a whole lot of history.
Sure you up to it?
FEANOR: It was and i think more elves
have arrived. *groans* Both of my brothers
are there.
ELLADAN: If they snub you, I'll deck them.
FEANOR: They are a pair of magpies.
ELROHIR: You know I am not one for
...large... gatherings, but I would still like to
see the museum. *smiles* Is father inside?
I am lucky, I suppose, I enjoy my brother's
company.
FEANOR: *smiles* You are.
FEANOR: Would that I were so lucky. But
I have not always played fair. I will admit
that.
ELLADAN: [to Feanor] There's something to
be said for dirty tricks ... when they're called
for.
ELLADAN: [to Elrohir] I've not seen hide nor
hair of Adar. I'd hoped to, though. Well,
maybe if we go in and make a bad example
of ourselves, he'll be honor-bound to show
up.
ELROHIR: He will say we should have
outgrown that, will he not?
ELLADAN: *grins* We are lords in our own
right. And that place is entirely too stuffy.
He'd more likely thank us for making the
atmosphere more bearable!
FEANOR: We could go cause a ruckus.
*grins* That might be fun.
ELROHIR: Well *grins* Shall we, then?
ELLADAN: *griiiiiiiiins* Fun is nice. *to
Feanor* Join us? It'll be an adventure!
FEANOR: Certainly. Let's bring our wine.
We will need it.
ELROHIR: I would like to see this museum as
well.... I have never seen a wax museum
before....
ELLADAN: *grabs the rest of the stuff
Thranduil had brought, plus a couple bottles
of miruvor*
FEANOR: The statues are a bit morbid if
you ask me. Especially the ones of me. I
could not stomach it.
ELROHIR: How many are you?
FEANOR: Loads. I do not know how
many there are. They chronicle my life.
*shudders*
ELLADAN: Well, if we're going to do this,
let's do it right.
ELROHIR: *shrugs* I stare at an image of
myself quite often... but many might be...
unsettling.
FEANOR: Especially all of your biggest
mistakes.
ELLADAN: *unbuttons the first couple
buttons on Feanor's tunic, ruffling the fabric
a bit*
FEANOR: *looks at him quizzically*
ELLADAN: *does the same with his own
clothes, doing nothing to hide the passion
mark*
ELLADAN: The assumptions of others can be
your best friend in these situations.
ELROHIR: *raises a brow* Indeed... this
should prove interesting.
FEANOR: *Kisses Elladan quickly* Come
then. Let us go. Face the crowd...
ELLADAN: *another devilish grin, then turns
to Elrohir* Are we playing the stories about
us up or down tonight?
ELROHIR: *laughs* whatever you wish,
brother, I shall indulge it.
ELLADAN: Oh, don't say that. You might
end up in a menage a trois.
FEANOR: *grins*
ELLADAN: *flashes another grin, then shoots
down the stairs*
FEANOR: *follows on his heels*
ELROHIR: *follows them both*