//In here be mindspeak//
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Feline Delights
Elladan glanced over at Caladir as he sighed once again, then
looked at his brother and smirked. It was Glorfindel and Caladir’s day
to help the twins in keeping up with reviewing reports from their
borders, preparing new guard schedules, and all the myriad of other
duties once performed by Glorfindel and Caladir alone. Since the
arrival of the elflings, however, the head of Imladris’ security and
his second-in-command and turned much of their work over to the twins,
and spent more than half of their time with their new families.
Elladan and Elrohir frequently wondered how the other two had managed
to keep up with the demands of the work for so many centuries.
“I wonder what Gurvelon is doing with the girls today,” Caladir
mused. “Maybe they will be going for a picnic. The weather is
perfect.”
“I will bet that Erestor is outside in the garden with the elflings.
Probably rolling around on the ground with Faelion,” Glorfindel said.
“The little one keeps trying to walk, and then falls on his bottom. He
gets the funniest look of surprise on his face. So adorable. Tinnu
keeps trying to break his fall and the poor cat gets crushed under a
little elfling bum.” Glorfindel sighed.
Elrohir stifled a snicker, and then said, “Oh, go on, you two. You
have helped us catch up a lot today. The rest can wait.”
Glorfindel and Caladir grinned, hastily tidied up their work, and
were gone in a flash.
The golden lord crept through their rooms, knowing just where he
would find his family – not that the laughter from the garden wouldn’t
have told him anyway. Peeking around the heavy curtains at the window,
he watched the elves he loved, his heart filling with contentment and
warmth. Erestor was trying to get Faelion to walk as Gailion and
Amdiriel played with Tinnu and Glirien’s kittens.
Erestor knelt on the ground, holding onto Faelion’s little hands as
their elfling bounced in place. Letting go of the little hands, he
crept back and said softly, “Come to Ada, sweetheart. You can do it,”
and held his arms open. Tinnu hovered nervously.
Faelion squealed and waved his arms as he took a step towards
Erestor. He teetered as he lost his balance, and began to fall.
Erestor gasped and reached for the elfling as he landed on top of
the sleek black cat, quickly pulling him off of Tinnu and onto his
lap. “Thank you, Tinnu,” he whispered. The cat shook himself, then
moved off and began to put his fur in order again. Silly elfling. What
was a cat to do?
Faelion crawled off of his Ada’s lap after the black cat. Erestor
crawled behind him, looking for all the world like a giant Tinnu in
his tight black leggings and tunic, the muscles in his pert behind and
thighs rippling …Glorfindel stopped that line of thought, as it
wouldn’t do at all in front of their elflings and might lead to
questions he really didn’t think he was ready to answer. He grinned at
the sight. Only his Erestor could move with such feline grace. Moving
from behind the heavy curtains, he entered the garden and laughed as
his two oldest children tackled him to the ground.
“We missed you, Ada Glor,” Amdiriel said, holding on to
Glorfindel’s arm with both hands.
Gailion nodded, holding onto his Ada’s other arm. “Ada Restor has
been trying to get Faelion to walk, but Tinnu keeps getting landed on.
Are you back for good, Ada? Can you stay?”
“I am back for all day, my son,” Glorfindel said, finally freeing
his arms and ruffling Gailion’s golden hair, so much like his own. “I
missed you all so much this morning.” He pulled Amdiriel onto his lap
and nuzzled her sweet-smelling auburn curls with his cheek. Looking
over Amdiriel’s head, his eyes locked with Erestor’s. //Missed you
too, Ada Restor. I love you.//
//I love you, Ada Glor.//
“What shall we all do for the rest of the day, my sweets?”
Glorfindel asked. //Do you know how perfectly seductive you looked,
crawling after Faelion? My big, black panther.//
Erestor purred in Glorfindel’s mind. “How about a picnic? I can
bring our meal out here, and then after we eat maybe a game of tag?”
//Which ought to wear our little darlings out and have them all ready
for their afternoon nap. And then you can show me what a big golden
lion you are, my love.//
Glorfindel growled seductively in Erestor’s mind. “What a wonderful
idea! Would you like that, little ones?” When the elflings in his lap
nodded, he placed a kiss on each little head and said, “Watch your
little brother, sweethearts, and I will help Ada Restor, all right?”
“All right, Ada,” Gailion said, getting up and taking Faelion from
Erestor. After their adas left, he smiled at Amdiriel. “Our Adas need
some alone time.”
“Did you see the way Ada was looking at Ada Glor?” Amdiriel asked.*
“Or the way Ada was looking at Ada Restor?” Gailion countered.*
Amdiriel nodded. “We need to get tired really fast today.”
In the kitchen, a purring black panther kicked the door shut with
his foot and pressed a willing and growling lion up against the wall,
giving him just a taste of what feline delights awaited the elfling’s
nap time.
~the end.
*No, there’s not a 3rd Ada. Amdiriel calls Erestor “Ada”, and
Glorfindel “Ada Glor”. Gailion calls Glorfindel “Ada”, and Erestor
“Ada Restor.”
