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Galion strode quickly to Duirro's office, staggering slightly from the amount of alcohol he had consumed. A daft grin was plastered to his face, his tunic already partially undone and his hair mussed. He hammered on the door when he arrived, before flinging it open.
"Oh Duirro darling~!"
I HAVE CONSUMED COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF WINE AND NOW I NEED TO RELEASE SEXUAL FRUSTRATION
DUIRRO
I REQUIRE YOU
((Note: I'm saying this is occurring slightly later than the rp between Oropher and Elros, for reasons. XD I'm also going to skip the travelling (this was agreed by Legolas~) because there's not a lot to do for it and we just want Orphy to get home now XD))
Oropher breathed in deeply as he left Imladris with Haldir and Legolas beside him. He had said farewell to his new friends - Lindir, especially - and shared a tearful goodbye with Elros. It was strange for him to think, but he missed him already, and they had only been on the road a few minutes. He gave his horse a gentle pat, happy to have a steed to carry him home faster, even if it was a little uncomfortable for him.
He learnt much more about his grandson - and Haldir - as they journeyed, spending many hours conversing to pass the time. When he was not enjoying their company, he was enjoying the land around him - not much had changed, he realised, since the last time he had taken this journey across the mountains. He had considered asking to take a detour into Lothlórien, but he reasoned with himself that he would have plenty of time to visit the Golden Wood later - he simply wanted to be home.
Whenever they stopped to rest, he found himself simply watching the stars, fingertips gently tracing the bracelet around his wrist, a smile on his face. He missed Elros, but he knew it would not be long before he would see him again, and that kept him happy. Seeing Haldir and Legolas together also kept the smile on his face - the Marchwarden clearly still felt guilty for his time spent away from Legolas in Imladris, and he made every opportunity to make up for it.
When, at last, Eryn Lasgalen appeared upon the horizon, Oropher felt his heart race, and tears sprang into his eyes. Home.He urged them along, quickening their pace, longing to be in his forest once more. He dismounted the second they were past the line of trees that bordered the edge of the forest, running his fingertips over the bark of the nearest tree, closing his eyes with a smile as he let the forest speak to him - he had always had a deep connection with his forest, just as Thranduil had (and possibly Legolas, too), and it felt so good to be back. He was content to walk now, leading his horse along slowly, simply enjoying the forest.
Galion wandered the halls after leaving Thranduil's office, heading to where he knew Duirro was stationed that afternoon. Like earlier, he seemed to ignore all the greetings sent his way by others, once again lost in his thoughts about the son he hadn't known he had. Iavas. That was his name. His son.
He hoped Duirro wouldn't react badly. He didn't think he would, but there was still that nagging worry that wouldn't leave him alone. He passed by one of the guards, and without even needing to ask, the Elf directed him straight towards Duirro. He smiled at that - everyone always automatically assumed he was looking for their captain.
He spotted him up ahead, conversing with another guard, and he took a deep breath before marching over to him. "Duirro...?"
Galion stirred, blinking several times before his eyes focused, and he smiled, stretching out comfortably as he yawned. He lifted his head from its position on Duirro's chest, sitting up a little to look down on him with a smile, watching him as he slept on. Moving slowly so as not to wake him yet, he slid his body completely on top of his, nuzzling him affectionately. He threaded his fingers into his hair as he brought their lips together in a soft kiss, hoping to wake him...
Creeping through the halls of the palace, carrying only a candle and a bottle of his private store of Dorwinion, he made his way to Duirro's suite. The guard captain would not finish his duties for at least another hour - plenty of time for him to make himself at home.
Using his key to enter the room, he kicked the door closed gently, crossing to the bedchamber. He set the bottle down where he knew Duirro would see it before easily slipping out of his robe, draping it over the back of a chair, and he then slid easily into the large bed, purring with delight. He buried his face in the pillow he knew the guard favoured, the scent of him still clinging to it from that morning.
Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to slip into a light sleep, knowing he would be woken when his lover returned.
