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Asar-Suti ([personal profile] asar_suti) wrote2006-02-19 12:00 am

Loggage post: A special day in Tirion

It was early morning in Tirion, and Asar-Suti was awake already, looking out the window at the sky, on his back in bed with a sleeping faun by his side. There were little clouds in the piece of morning sky he could see, and even the little clouds were pretty as if painted, here in Aman.

Children's voices filtered in through the open window, far away, so you didn't understand what they were saying, or singing. Asar-Suti suspected that even among the Elves, there was no sweeter sound than that of children playing, unless you were forced to understand what they were actually saying, as the proverb from Eska's world claimed.

Gil of course heard none of this. He was used to arising at the crack of dawn and working until the last customer had been fed. Even on nights when he wasn't actually cooking he frequently ended up in the kitchen giving a hand during a rush or dealing with some paper work. Since reaching Aman, with no actual employment, he had been spending an increasing number of hours each day asleep. On his face with his horns capped and his feet tucked neatly over the end of the matress, he murmured something in his sleep that might have been 'asparagus' but might not.

Asar-Suti, hearing the murmur, turned over to nuzzle at Gil's shoulder. "Hey, lovely," he said quietly. "No asparagus here that I can see. Do you want some?"

He lifted his hand, and a finger worked languid circles around Gil's neatly capped horns.

Gil gave a throaty chuckle and, without moving in the slightest, said, "That's the way for someone a bit purple to get rogered senseless if he isn't very careful."

"Perhaps I like being rogered senseless?" Asar-Suti giggled, lips still on Gil's shoulder. "That is, if 'rogered' means what I think it means. Does it?"

Even after a year with Gil, Asar-Suti still had to catch up with some Modern Earth type colloquialisms.

"Yeah," Gil said grinning into the pillow, "and if they grew celery in this neck of the wood you'd be getting some right now."

 He yawned and stretched right down to the tips of his toes then rolled over taking most of the bedclothes with him. He stood and stretched again, arching his neck until it cracked then grinned at Sooty. "I'm going to bathe. You coming?" He reached for a towel and straightened back up in faun shape because getting dressed was a fag.

"Yep, coming," Asar-Suti said, slowly getting out of bed. He stood, and stretched, all naked and skinny and human, took up a rather simple robe (for Ihlini clothes, that is), put it on any old how, and made to follow Gil on bare feet.

"You know," he said as they walked down the corridor to the bath, "when we get back to the bar, it'll be almost a year of bar time since I gave you the Stone. Nobody thought we'd last that long, back then, as far as I can tell."

"A whole year!" Gil said. "Well bugger me. Joking apart," he added, "I wouldn't have thought anyone would have bothered to think." He opened the door to the bathing room - not a bathroom as such, Elves seemed as far above human style plumbing as their music was from advertising jingles - so Sooty could go through then let it fall closed.

"Shower then swim I think this morning," he said and shifted back to feet again.

"I think there were remarks, but I don't really want to bother with all that any more," Asar-Suti said, in a tone of voice that clearly implied he was Not Mentioning Certain People. He shed his robe, ran a hand down Gil's spine, and added, "I think that's a good plan."

He went ahead and started the shower, stretching under the soft waterfall that came out of the wall at his command. So very elvish...

As were the ranges of soaps and oils. Gil grabbed a bar with oatmeal and honey somehow incorporated into it - it was a bit like washing in porridge - and began to scrub himself vigorously, the water flattening his hair and making his horns appear longer and more dangerous.

"What do you want to do today, Sooty?" he asked.

Asar-Suti rubbed himself with something cold and purple that smelled like grapes.

"How about going to Orome's keep and seeing Taurevanto, that hunter I met the other time around? Or we could go up the mountains towards Formenos, chasing each other in faun-shape? We could commandeer Nerdanel's kitchen, too, and cook something totally un-elvish? Or go to the market here at Tirion and answer endless questions again from curious Noldor kiddies?" he suggested.

"Oh market at Tirion," Gil said getting under the water and turning his face up to it. He let his mouth fill, gargled then briefly became a faun fountain. "We'll buy typical Elvish food and do something really subversive with it - in Red's kitchen. She'll enjoy that. Then, if we're not too tired we could go cock a snook at Orome's boys again."

"You know," Asar-Suti said, turning this way and that under the waterfall shower to get the purple foam off, "that sounds like an utterly delicious day. Swim now?"

"Yeah," Gil said, "race you," and headed for the pool at speed. He bounded into the water, shrieked at the comparative cold then tumbled over in it to wash all the doziness away. One needed one's wits when talking to even baby Noldo.

Asar-Suti followed, and climbed in a bit more carefully, shuddering a bit at the cold, but then diving soon as to get at Gil from below. He just resisted turning into penguin-shape and tweaking the faun with his beak.

Gil ducked under, bubbles trickling up across his cheeks and made a face at Sooty, then surfaced again, sucking in a breath and began to faun-paddle around the edge of the bathing pool, long legs thrashing. He was much more confident now, but still didn't like getting out of his depth and still tended to strain his head back, snorting every time water splashed his face.

Despite the human body, Asar-Suti did a few penguin turns under water; he could take the tricks of one shape and remember what they felt like in another. Then, he jumped out and suggested, "Let's go and get dressed, and find ourselves some dignified elvish breakfast at the market?"

In such warmth getting dressed seemed a chore but faun shape was greeted by squeals from the children who wanted to tug his fur and tail and otherwise interfere with him, so Gil obediently got out of the water, shook himself - Asar-Suti wasn't the only one to hold habits over from one shape to another - and dried himself and got his robe on, shofting his shoulders against the scratchiness of it. "Yup, I'm ready," Gil said.

Asar-Suti wore light Ihlini robes, more or less a purple bag with holes, and a length of black silk just thrown around him; he turned to his sweet brown faun, offered his hand, and softly said, "Let today be special; when we get back to Milliways, we'll get that love holiday, and you will be terribly busy cooking special meals so all the patrons can be special to each other."

Such was the flip side of being the head chef's lover, but Asar-Suti didn't mind all that much.-


At the market, Asar-Suti was squeezing fruit to see how squishy they were, to the somewhat disapproving stare of the fruitseller, when he noticed somebody he knew from the corner of his eye. "Hey - see that red-haired elf fellow there?" he whispered to Gil. "Doesn't look like much, compared to most of the others? That's Red's father."

"Where?" Gil said, staring around. Red hair wasn't that uncommon and elves tended to height. "What? You mean that one? Red's Dad? Hmmm, something about the jawline ..."

"Yep, I've met him when I first came to Tirion; I went to visit his workshop. He's done some amazing work on making proto-crystals - erm, sorry, didn't mind to babbly geekishly," Asar-Suti said, finally deciding on two fruit to buy, much to the relief of the stall-keeper. He waved to Mahtan, who probably didn't quite remember who the smallish purple fellow was. But never mind.

He paid the fruit.

Which was fair enough because Gil was going to carry them. He put them in the basket and grinned at the elf - one couldn't say 'old elf' because none of them looked old. "Hey there," he called. "Are you Nerdanel's dad? Pleased to meet you."

Mahtan actually did look older than most elves, because he had a bit of a beard, which was rare in elves. At least the younger ones. And how old an elf could get and still be counted as young was up to anybody's guess.

Mahtan came over to greet them, recognising Asar-Suti easily, and guessing who the other small fellow had to be. Tirion had been awash with talk about Nerdanel's strange guests ever since they arrived, after all. "Greetings, Asar-Suti," he said politely. "And you must be the other friend of my daughter's that's staying with her."

Asar-Suti greeted him back and added, "Yes, that's Gil Whimple, whom I love better than anybody else," he said, proud of the slight, horned figure standing beside him, among all these tall and impressive elves.

"Aww, Soots," Gil said then grinned at Mahtan. "He says the nicest things. This is a very good market," he congratulated Mahtan. "Don't think I've ever seen so many different kinds of fruit before."

"Oh yes?" Mahtan said, displaying the surpreme indifference the true geek shows the wonders of the world. "They have always been here; Yavanna is very inventive. I've got that alembic for you that you were interested in the other time, Asar-Suti; it will truly withstand the heat that you need to make that sort of crystals that you were talking about." He shrugged, turned to Gil again. "I've got this list my wife gave me; I just get it all that is on it and not question her wisdom. I have doubts about that green spiky thing, though."

There was, indeed, something looking a bit like a cactus in Mahtan's basket.

"Durian fruit?" Gil asked. "Stinks like - well - a really stinky thing but tastes like heaven once you get inside? Or did Yavanana crack the stinky bit and go straight to heavenly for Aman?"

Asar-Suti peered around into Mahtan's basket, curious about the fruit that might stink or not. "Eska said it's called a 'wahooni' on her world, unless that's something else entirely," he offered on the subject of fruit. He didn't know all that much about it either.

"I have no idea; I just got what my wife put on the list," Mahtan said, suspicious enough to take out the fruit and sniff it.

Gil sighed. "But half the fun of shopping is getting stuff that ISN't on the list! Go on - go wild. Buy socks. Get something utterly frivolous for the wife, get it gift wrapped and give it to her saying 'Just because I <b>adore</b> you!!' if she queries it."

Asar-Suti giggled at the incredulous face that Mahtan made at them both, as if something like that had never even occured to him. "Appreciating somebody dear to you is always worth it, and barring that, just pleasantly astonishing them," he said to the red-headed elf. "Back where we live, there's even a special holiday for doing just that, and it's due to come around again when we return. You might like to try that - Gil's ideas are normally very sound." Even if they sometimes sound daft at first, Asar-Suti loyally didn't add, with a secret grin at the faun.

Mahtan shrugged. "If she wanted honey-cakes, or ribbons for her hair, she'd have put it on the list, wouldn't she?" he said.

"Not necessarily," Gil said. "People tend to put what they need on a list. Come on - think - is there anything you know she really likes? Something she enjoys. Something that's not on the list but that you think she might appreciate."

"I might bring her salt, so it doesn't run out; when it does that, she goes for new salt immediately," Mahtan said.

Asar-Suti gave a little groan. "Something fun!" he said.

Gil's horns slanted forward. "What does she look like?" he demanded. "Blonde, brunette, red head, bald as a coot?"

"She is dark-haired, like most Noldor," Mahtan said, not quite understanding what that question had to do with anything. "Not as tall as some, sweet, calm, and quiet."

"Okay so a vinyl pants suit is out of the question then," Gil mused to himself. "Dark hair, pale skin - hmmmmm. Sooty, dear," he said sweetly. "Can I borrow some money? I'll pay you back."

Asar-Suti laughed, and handed Gil his purse full of the metal tokens of exchange that were something like currency in Tirion. "Here you are - the woman will think she's come to the wrong universe. One where things are nicer and funnier than the old one. Fauns do make you happy," he said, with a little proud grin at the end.

Gil was gone no longer than it took to baffle and confuse three elvish stall holders then came back grinning. "Look and learn," he said to Mahtan - as though a twenty-four year old faun could teach an incredibly ancient elf anything at all - which perhaps he could about fun and silliness. He placed a basket of fruit very similar to strawberries, only larger, redder and tasting of peaches, in Sooty's hands, then showed them a featherlight wrap with long fringes in a silky pale turquoise material and a pair of hair combs set with freshwater pearls and small whale ivory seabirds. "See, frivolous and unnecessary," he said, "but since they are on sale here  SOMEONE must feel the need to buy them. Give her those and, who knows, tonight you might get lucky!"

Asar-Suti smiled at Mahtan's astonishment, and nodded to the perplexed elf. "Do that - it sounds like a good idea," he said. "She'll feel appreciated, believe me."

He smiled at the fruit, then at the faun. "Not all fruit are green and spikey, after all; not all things have to be immediately useful, and the most pleasurable things have often been totally unexpected. And Gil knows about these things."

"Yeah," Gil grinned at Mahtan then looked at Sooty with soft brown eyes. "I'm often totally unexpected, aren't I Soots? Now we just need to find some kind of wrapping for them. That little basket would do."

"And the strawberry peach thinggies?" Asar-Suti asked. "I guess they'd cause stains in the silk and go all squishy among the combs? Don't you have any unexpected ideas for them?" He smiled back at Gil, nodding at his comment.

"I bought those for you," Gil said, smiling schmoopily. "Oh, here's your change."

Asar-Suti kept the fruit and handed Mahtan the basket.

The purple deity looked at the heap of fruit overflowing from his hands, and smiled back just as schmoopily. "We can share them when we get back to Red's," he suggested. "And just shove the money bag into my pocket, my hands are all full now."

Mahtan carefully folded the silk wrap arond the combs, and put it into the basket, very gently. "I hope she will like that," he said, still looking as if somebody had handed him an utterly alien gadget.

Gil rolled his eyes at him but otherwise was intent upon getting as much entertainment out of having his hand in Sooty's pocket as possible. "All right there, Soots?" he asked in a low voice. "I mean you <i>feel</i> all right to me but how'd you feel in yourself?"

Asar-Suti was a bit more purple even than usual. "I feel as if I should go home soon; I've got my hands full, anyway," he said, grinning at Gil. "I'll come for that alembic in a few days' time," he said to Mahtan. "And good luck with that gift."

Mahtan said something in Elvish that was, perhaps, a bit too high-flown to translate literally, but generally meant something like 'See you later,' and went on his way with his basket, his spikey fruit, and his little basket with the gifts for his wife.

"Okay? Change of plan?" Gil said. "Let's um 'take the fruit home'," his eyebrows wiggled, "and go and tease the hunting types another day? Go on, Sooty," the hand in the pocket moved again, "I know you want to."

"Yes," Asar-Suti said, "taking the fruit home suddenly sounds very nice. Perhaps it's not the right weather for hunting types, don't you think? You're right, you can tell that."

Mahtan had gone away, and Asar-Suti stood there, peach-strawberries in his hand, and faun hand in his pocket. Then, he set off, just like that.

Gil had to go too - or lose a hand - and took his hand from the pocket and also took half the fruit. He was going to eat half so it was fair that he help carry them. "When do you think Red'll be back?" he asked thoughtfully.

"I don't know," Asar-Suti said. "If she's there, we might want to cook first, and have the fruit for dessert; or we could have the fruit in private, first, and then cook afterwards, when she's back."

"Half the fruit in private," Gil negotiated, "Then I'll cook and let's surprise Red with a lavish unelvish pudding garnished with the fruit. The bloke I got them from told me their name but lost me of the fifth syllable."

Asar-Suti nodded; the very Gil-ish compromise sounded very good to him. He craned his neck to kiss Gil's cheek. "That's Quenya for you," he said. "The words are long long long. Nevermind, the fruit will taste just as well as if the name was shorter."

"Yeah, something like ellarephteessope," Gil suggested with a grin, sniffing at the handful of large red fruit that smells of peaches. "And let's make a trifle with miruvor instead of sherry. Red'll like that."

"Good idea," Asar-Suti said, making his way up thequiet street home. To Nerdanel's house, that is. Not the biggest house in the street, nor the most luxurious but warm and welcoming - like it's mistress.