Hethurin Fairsong walked up to the small house hidden away in the woods. Though he had been told it’s location, he’d never actually visited it before. He had missed the path leading to the small clearing with the house on his first pass, but found it after he doubled-back after realizing he had gone too far. He had decided to walk this morning instead of riding, and was glad to finally see the house. He had worn pants with high boots which were covered in mud now. At least the rains had stopped for the morning, though it looked as though they could return at any moment. He was happy he would be able to teleport back home.
He walked up to the door, noticing a light ward around the house. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he passed through it. It wasn’t one designed to keep anything out. It was just to alert the person who had cast it that someone was near. Hethurin wasn’t surprised when the door opened just before he knocked.
“Hello, Hethurin. Come in.” Aeramin motioned for him to enter. “Leave your boots in the box by the door. You walked here?”
“I did. I haven’t been here before so I couldn’t teleport.”
“Oh. We weren’t expecting you. I was just about to start making lunch. Did you want some?”
Hethurin shook his head. “No, I just came to talk for a bit.”
“Imralion’s polishing his armor in the sitting room. We can sit in the dining room.” Aeramin said as he took Hethurin’s cloak and hung it on one of the hooks next to the stairs.
The dining room was just to the right of the front door. Hethurin glanced left through the doorway to the sitting room. It had been left open just a bit. He saw Imralion sitting with pieces of armor spread out all around. He had thought ‘polishing armor’ was a euphemism for something else, but it didn’t appear that was the case. He followed Aeramin to the table, and took a seat across from him.
“How did the rest of the party go?” Aeramin asked.
“Pretty good. I mean, I wasn’t there the whole time. I had a little too much to drink so I went upstairs.”
“Oh. The students went home for break this morning, right?”
Hethurin nodded, “Most of them. Renner always stays. I think he likes the cake too much to leave, and his family lets him do what he wants, I guess. My father is staying the week, but he asks for a portal to town every morning.”
“Is that what you want to talk about?”
“No, it’s Terellion.”
Aeramin frowned slightly, “What about him?”
“He tried to give me something I couldn’t accept, and now I think he thinks I hated it, which isn’t true. It’s just something so precious to him that I think he should keep it.”
“Did you tell him that?”
“So what’s the problem?”
“So tell him again.”
“That might upset him more! I’m upset a bit too, but I’m mostly over it.”
“You’re upset about what he gave you? What was it?”
“I’m upset about what he didn’t give me, but I was upset about that weeks ago. I knew I wouldn’t be getting it because he forgot. He had asked me what I wanted for Winter Veil and I told him, then he asked again like a week later. Oh, and he tried to give me a medal his father had earned. It’s just a fancy piece of metal to me. It means so much more to him. I don’t know why he tried to give me that. I’m fine with nothing really.”
“Which is why you drank so much last night?”
“No! Well, maybe, but it was just to help me get through. I mean, I knew I wasn’t going to get what I had asked for.”
“Are you still hung up on getting married?”
“I want to!”
“Maybe he doesn’t.”
“He says he’s too young.”
“I told a guy that once. I really just didn’t want to.” Aeramin gave a light shrug.
“You don’t want to get married ever?”
“What’s the point? If you plan to stay together, you’ll stay together whether you’re married or not.”
Hethurin interrupted before he could say more, “Because when you decide to stay together, there should be a big party to celebrate it. It’s something worth celebrating.”
“Maybe he doesn’t want a big party.”
“He likes the balls.”
“I didn’t mean it like that!”
“Maybe he just hasn’t decided he wants to stay with me. I mean he doesn’t mind the parties we have now, and anyway, I’m okay with not getting anything. I just want to know how to make it okay that I didn’t take his gift.”
Aeramin raised a brow, “You’re not okay with not getting what you wanted.”
Hethurin paused before answering. He had been telling himself that he was okay with it, but Aeramin somehow knew. “No, but that’s not why I came to talk.”
“Okay, the gift. I don’t know. It’s something important to him that he wanted you to have, and you rejected it. What do you think will make it better?”
“I didn’t reject it!”
“I just couldn’t take it. There’s a difference.”
“What’s the difference then?”
Hethurin wasn’t sure how to explain it. “One is bad, and the other is good. I couldn’t take it because it’s more important to him than it ever could be for me. I want him to keep it.”
“He probably sees it as bad either way. You didn’t like his present.”
“I liked it! I just didn’t feel it was right to take something like that, even if he was giving it to me.”
“You should have accepted it, and put it somewhere nice for him.”
Hethurin frowned. That could have worked, though if Terellion wanted to display it somewhere, he didn’t need Hethurin to do it for him. “You’re not a lot of help.”
Aeramin shrugged, “Sorry. My boyfriend gets me practical gifts.”
Hethurin raised a brow looking at Aeramin. “I’m afraid to ask.”
“Cookware, books and chocolate. Speaking of cooking, I need to get lunch on. Are you sure you don’t want to stay.”
“No thanks, I should be getting back to the school.” Hetherin answered as he walked towards the door to get his boots and cloak.
“Hethurin,” Aeramin waited until he looked, “I do have some advice. Give up the whole wedding idea. From what you’ve told me, he’d rather show his loyalty and devotion to you in other ways. If you keep pushing it, things aren’t going to work.”
Hethurin nodded silently before grabbing his cloak and teleporting back to the school.