Thrill and Thrall {Narbeleth, Calon, Gilwen} [March 3010]
Dec 14, 2017 17:43:26 GMT -5
Post by Calon on Dec 14, 2017 17:43:26 GMT -5
The dogs barking were not entirely a surprise. The hounds were, at best, conversationalists. They had a way of using their howls and barks as if speaking to them, urging them one way, or the other, asking to be let out, asking to be let in, asking to be fed. At worst, they were full on hurricanes of barks, and Calon often joked they needed to put them to work as town criers. Indeed, you could hear nothing else once they got started.
“Calon, someone's here. I'll bet my Mother has come searching. I should have guessed.”
“Hmm,” he sighed. “I suppose they’re here, too.” It had not even occurred to him to take Beleth to her Uncle Linnon’s; if Faeldor had arrived safely ahead of schedule, they would have as well. He knew she had been missing her mother, and her sisters; nearly as much as she had been fretting over the disappearance of her Gilwen. Well, he supposed if it was for them he could bring himself to rise. He grinned though, as he stood, Beleth as well. “You’re in no state to see her, Nightingale.”
“Hold her off at the door a minute so I can get a new dress. We'll get back to the rug later, I prom-”
Calon was already moving to do that, laughing, the dogs barking and turning circles by the doorway. Before she had even finished speaking, though, the door flew open. The hounds howled, tails wagging so hard their entire bodies were wiggling to and fro, and they clipped along at Faeldor’s heels, smelling him and licking the leather of his boots.
“What in Arda? Stay here,” Calon frowned, seeking to follow the ruckus of the dogs. “Chir! Griz—?” He was about to call them to heel, when a figure came forward in a rush and hurried right by him, as if he had not even seen him. “Bel!” He exclaimed.
“Now. We have to go now.”
Was that Faeldor? Calon’s shoulders stiffened and he rushed back over, clearing the space in two steps.
“Fael, what is the meaning of-- for mercy's sake, you know how to knock! Get out of here, Cal said you were not welcome. This is our house, and my husband, you cannot just barge in.”
“And I made it quite clear,” the man growled in threat. The dogs, though, were still bouncing, trying to lick Faeldor’s fingers as they hopped up and down, and walked in a circle. “Chir, Griz! Down!” Silly things would give Faeldor a straight tour of the home; he wanted him gone.
“Beleth I'm- You have to-”
He reached for Beleth, though before Calon could react the way he wished, Faeldor seemed to realize he was touching naught but skin and turn away. He had hoped that would be enough to force Faeldor to release her, but it seemed the man was intent on drawing the woman from his house by force, and merely redirected his efforts to getting her to the bedroom for clothes.
“I also made it clear you were not to touch her!” Calon huffed, and he reached, grabbing hold of Faeldor’s wrist and twisting with enough force that his grip weakened and Beleth could get herself free. The dogs were finally beginning to realize something was not quite right, and while Chir began to growl, Griz was beginning to whine, the charge in the very upsetting to him. As soon as Beleth was able to take a step away Calon took his leg in a sweep, knocking Faeldor’s feet out from under him, and pressed him roughly into the stone floor, pinning him with his arm and knee.
“I don’t know what in Eru’s name you think you’re doing,” he said lowly. “This is your last warning. You’re going to show yourself out and not come back, or I shall need do something a lot worse than this.” His ocean eyes cracked like lightning, and he leaned down closer. “I will not let you take her from me, Faeldor. I respected you once, though it seems you’ve never respected me, doesn’t it?”
“Calon, someone's here. I'll bet my Mother has come searching. I should have guessed.”
“Hmm,” he sighed. “I suppose they’re here, too.” It had not even occurred to him to take Beleth to her Uncle Linnon’s; if Faeldor had arrived safely ahead of schedule, they would have as well. He knew she had been missing her mother, and her sisters; nearly as much as she had been fretting over the disappearance of her Gilwen. Well, he supposed if it was for them he could bring himself to rise. He grinned though, as he stood, Beleth as well. “You’re in no state to see her, Nightingale.”
“Hold her off at the door a minute so I can get a new dress. We'll get back to the rug later, I prom-”
Calon was already moving to do that, laughing, the dogs barking and turning circles by the doorway. Before she had even finished speaking, though, the door flew open. The hounds howled, tails wagging so hard their entire bodies were wiggling to and fro, and they clipped along at Faeldor’s heels, smelling him and licking the leather of his boots.
“What in Arda? Stay here,” Calon frowned, seeking to follow the ruckus of the dogs. “Chir! Griz—?” He was about to call them to heel, when a figure came forward in a rush and hurried right by him, as if he had not even seen him. “Bel!” He exclaimed.
“Now. We have to go now.”
Was that Faeldor? Calon’s shoulders stiffened and he rushed back over, clearing the space in two steps.
“Fael, what is the meaning of-- for mercy's sake, you know how to knock! Get out of here, Cal said you were not welcome. This is our house, and my husband, you cannot just barge in.”
“And I made it quite clear,” the man growled in threat. The dogs, though, were still bouncing, trying to lick Faeldor’s fingers as they hopped up and down, and walked in a circle. “Chir, Griz! Down!” Silly things would give Faeldor a straight tour of the home; he wanted him gone.
“Beleth I'm- You have to-”
He reached for Beleth, though before Calon could react the way he wished, Faeldor seemed to realize he was touching naught but skin and turn away. He had hoped that would be enough to force Faeldor to release her, but it seemed the man was intent on drawing the woman from his house by force, and merely redirected his efforts to getting her to the bedroom for clothes.
“I also made it clear you were not to touch her!” Calon huffed, and he reached, grabbing hold of Faeldor’s wrist and twisting with enough force that his grip weakened and Beleth could get herself free. The dogs were finally beginning to realize something was not quite right, and while Chir began to growl, Griz was beginning to whine, the charge in the very upsetting to him. As soon as Beleth was able to take a step away Calon took his leg in a sweep, knocking Faeldor’s feet out from under him, and pressed him roughly into the stone floor, pinning him with his arm and knee.
“I don’t know what in Eru’s name you think you’re doing,” he said lowly. “This is your last warning. You’re going to show yourself out and not come back, or I shall need do something a lot worse than this.” His ocean eyes cracked like lightning, and he leaned down closer. “I will not let you take her from me, Faeldor. I respected you once, though it seems you’ve never respected me, doesn’t it?”
