9. Transfer Request
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Rúmil had been gone for six months. To Haldir it seemed like a lifetime. He had scheduled himself a three-month duty, hoping to keep himself busy. Unfortunately, the orc arrow that lodged itself into his shoulder sent him home early. Furthermore, he was not permitted back to active duty for another month at least…accursed poison!
So the Marchwarden sat on his couch, a glass of wine on an end table and a book across his lap. Authion kept his word and frequently came to play chess, although he had not come by in days. Haldir closed his eyes and envisioned the warrior of his dreams. The smallest thought cause heat to grow and his member to twitch. The blond really wished his second had taken the promotion he was offered just after Rúmil left. That would have made them equals and Haldir could openly pursue the elf. Of course, there was no indication from Authion that he had any interest in Haldir. A knock at his door disturbed his thoughts.
Gracefully standing and adjusting the rising problem in his sleep pants, Haldir answered his door. He was surprised to see his second standing there, looking rather uncomfortable.
"Authion, come in, please. I thought you had something going on tonight? Drink?"
The tall elf nodded and cleared his throat. "There was something that I needed to take care of, and now I need to speak with you about a rather pressing matter."
Haldir returned from the sideboard and handed his friend the glass. "Come and sit, mellon nin."
"No, thank you. Sir, I want a transfer." There. He had blurted it out.
Haldir stared, caught completely off guard.
"It has been an honor to serve under you but I need to transfer," Authion rushed on.
Haldir squared his shoulders. "May I ask the reason? After all, you turned down a promotion only six months ago." His voice was terse and cold.
Authion looked at the floor. "It is personal."
"Personal?" Haldir raised an eyebrow. "Personal? So the rumors are true. You fancy that young recruit who just graduated and now belongs to my company." Jealousy crept into Haldir's heart. He tried to keep it out of his voice, but bitterness was growing. Everyone was leaving him!
"No. It is not he whom I…"
"Another then? Or is it someone in the Western company? And that is why you turned down that command? You have never spoken of anyone; I thought we were friends."
The captain thought Haldir might be shocked, but he did not expect the bitterness. "We are friends. But this is not something I can discuss with you right now. Please, this is extremely difficult for me. It is not that I want to transfer, but I must." Authion's voice began to rise. He began to rant and pace. "I cannot handle being so close to you any more. I know you do not have feelings for me beyond friendship and I accept that, but I no longer can be so close to you and ignore what I feel. I have tried! I thought to be in your company would be enough, that I could handle it, but now…I cannot. It hurts too much. I…I… " As the realization of what he had said aloud hit him, his courage failed him and he fled.
By the time Haldir processed the ramblings and rushed to the door, the other elf was swallowed by the moonless night. Closing the door and dropping into a chair, Haldir sighed, then his lips turned up in a smile. Authion had feelings for him, strong feelings; feelings that made it difficult to work with…no, serve under the Marchwarden. Haldir closed his eyes and thought. There were no captain positions available at the moment, so to transfer the elf would, in essence, be a demotion. Haldir could not do that; that still put him above the other elf. He spent most of the night trying figure out a way Authion and he would be on equal ground and therefore free to pursue their feelings.
After Authion poured his heart out to his superior like a babbling fool, something he had promised himself he would not do, he had run like a frightened elfling. Haldir was upset, and given his own childish flight, he was certain that the Marchwarden would never be interested in him. He had just destroyed a centuries-old friendship, a career, and a chance at love. Tears blurred his vision as he hastily climbed the ladder to his talan. He slammed the door behind him, threw himself on his bed and sobbed. Within minutes, he was pacing and talking to himself, cursing and throwing things. "Fool." *smash* "Could not wait till morning and talk in his office." *kick* "No, you had to go to his home! Foolish, foolish elf!"
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