#lordlaurefindil

[nerdxnel-blog]

"You’re not easy to find."

The ringing of Nerdanel’s hammer sounded around the stone workroom, echoing loudly along with the roar of the forge and hissing of hot metal in cold water. The lady bit her tongue, holding back the retort of explaining that perhaps she did not wish to be found. There was no need to be rude. As the steel under her hammer glowed, she worked quickly to slam it flat and broad, nothing more than a simple handle for her mother’s garden gate, but a task that desreved her full attention. Only when Nerdanel was wholly satisfied with it did she turn to look at the man who entered her workshop. 

“Aye, but there are those far more elusive than I,” she finally answered, a cheerful smile brightening her eyes. The man before her was familiar to her now - the son of a noble house, he stood heads and shoulders above most others. Maitimo was one of the few people who was taller than him, and one of the few fairer than him, too. Nerdanel took off her thick leather gloves and wiped them on her apron before walking over to him and setting her hands on her hips, shifting her weight her left leg comfortably. “But now that you have found me, young sir, what might I be able to do for you?”

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When Nerdanel had invited Laure to let himself into her home and to make himself comfortable until she arrived after work, she had not expected him to make himself that comfortable - not that she minded at all. Laurefindil was stretched out lazily on her bed, a goblet of wine in his fingers and a grin on his handsome face. Nerdanel made an attempt at keeping her face straight, but she quickly succumbed, letting out a laugh and returning his broad smile. “What a pleasant sight to return home to,” she remarked, leaning in the door frame with her arms folded. “My, my, your skin is rather becoming on you.” She chuckled again and walked slowly across the bedchamber to his side, and leaned down to kiss his lips gently. “Have you been this idle all day?”

[wandersinstarlight]

lordlaurefindil said: //he wouldn’t expect anything less. this makes me think that when he visits mirkwood he lets her wear all the shirts she wants & then leaves 1 or 2 for her and bring the rest to rivendell with him so that he can wear shirts that smell of her >8)

// Awww yessss ;_; She uses them to sleep in them at night  when he is gone, it feels as if he’s still there <33

[wandersinstarlight]

lordlaurefindil said: //you know I think he would pretend to want the shirt back (thus leading to those tumbles and a pleasant night) but really he’d let her keep the shirt cuz damn he loves when she wears it.

// And even if he gets this one back, she will wear another >8))

[wandersinstarlight]

"Is that my shirt?”

“It was your shirt.” It didn’t quite fit her form, Glorfindel was tall and broad, but the fabric had the colour of sunlight, was softer than any silk and most importantly, it smelled of her lover. “Now it is mine.” She shot him a cheeky look, daring him to request it back. Such tumbles usually ended in the most pleasant nights. 

[belenwen]

”Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.”

game of thrones █║│♛

     The Hall of Fire was essentially empty at the moment.  There were a few others that gathered near the fireplaces to make the most of the comforting warmth they offered, but many had dispersed for the evening to their own chambers.  Belenwen was content to share the company with Glorfindel.  As a show of it, she hoisted the heavy blanket closer around the two of them as she nestled against his side.  

     At the brush of his fingers over the slick skin of the remainder of old burns on her shoulder, she tensed and moved to cover them more effectively.  Metal armor in a firestorm, especially when bracing burning timber to clear a pathway, was not the wisest choice.  She had never felt more like she was within a kiln or an oven than in that moment but the skills of the healers had been stretched thin amongst the refugees as they passed through barren lands.  

     His words had been enough to draw her from the memory but she simply grunted her agreement rather than speak up readily.  For a time, she simply kept her hand over her shoulder and flicked at his fingers when he tried to console her.  While she was content to steal his body heat and make use of him as a pillow, she did not wish for him to fuss over memories of the past.

     “Then it is just as well that you do not use the slightest word to prompt them.  Tell me, what are our plans for tomorrow?” she pressed, trying to steer their thoughts and conversation back to the present and even to the near future.