Spring In Rivendell
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Chapter 10
Title: Spring in Rivendell
Author: Lynsey
Website: http://www.livejournal.com/users/lynsey_schadegg/
Beta: Books
Chapter: 10/?
Pairings: Erestor/Elrond, Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Glorfindel, Elrond/Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG-13 see warnings
Warnings: Slash, a rather rare view on elf sexuality, hermaphroditism, hermaphrodite pregnancy, and forgive my terrible attempts at elvish.
Summery: It's spring time in the valley
Disclaimer: Don't sue. All I got are college loans, and this isn't helping to pay them off.
Erestor stood in the library glancing over the minutes from the last council session. There was something in here about the grain harvest in Rohan…he knew there was. As he flipped to the next page, he suddenly felt….odd.
He put the parchments on the nearest table and sat down, placing his hand on the soft swell of his abdomen. His face wrinkled cutely as he concentrated within.
“What…” his eyebrows flew skyward.
“Elrond!!!! ElrondElrondElrondElrondElrond!!!!!” The advisor flew from the library and into the adjoining office that belong to himself and his husband. Elrond looked startled as the dark blur of his husband flung himself into his lap.
“Huh?” was the most intelligent response the Lord could sum up.
The little councilor grabbed his husbands hands and placed them on his tummy. “Feel!!”
Elrond concentrated as well as he could, not knowing what to think of his slightly…well….lunatic husband. He closed his eyes to better focus himself, and then he felt it.
“A heartbeat…” the Lord whispered in awe. “I can feel the heartbeat.”
Erestor squeeeed happily and flung his arms around his husband. “I know that its heart has been beating before….but I just felt it…and….and….”
“I know sweet one. This is amazing!”
Erestor suddenly stood up and pulled his husband with him. “We have to go find Glorfindel!” Elrond was jerked outside by his happily squeeing councilor. As he was forcefully pulled down the stairs he wondered, *How is it that my four month pregnant husband seems to be in better shape than I am?*
Glorfindel was in the middle of instructing a small group of warriors when he was accosted by a dark demon from hell screaming a high-pitched wail of impending doom. Or it could have been his husband. He wasn’t quite sure.
“GloryGloryGloryGloryGloryGlory!!!!!!!”
“What? What is it? What happened?”
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
Glorfindel raised an eyebrow at Elrond.
“Just put your hands on his stomach.” The brow raised further. “Just do it.”
Glorfindel laid his hands on Erestor’s stomach. “Just what am I supposed to be feeling?”
“Concentrate. And Erestor be quiet for a second.”
Erestor stopped squealing as loudly as he had been, only occasionally muttering a suppressed, “EE!”
Glorfindel’s jaw dropped, and he let out a surprised, “Oh!”
“I know! Isn’t it great?!”
“More than wonderful.” Glorfindel placed a kiss on his husband’s cheek. Elrond stood behind Erestor and snuck his hands around to the front to rest on top of Glorfindel’s hands. They held each other close, relishing the moment.
“AWWWWW,” came the chorus of the nearly twenty guards gathered around the trio.
“Shut up and go spar,” commanded Glorfindel from where he had his nose buried in Erestor’s hair. The group of warriors broke up, laughing as they went to separate areas to spar together.
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“Since when did a baby belly become a fashion statement?”
“Since Erestor made it one.”
The golden Seneschal and the Lord of the Valley watched their pregnant husband as he made the rounds of the Hall of Fire after dinner. Six months pregnant left the dark beauty with a sweet little belly. Women cooed and awed over his tummy, which was proudly on display for all and sundry to gawk at. His penchant for exposing his belly had recently became all the rage with pregnant ellith. Now the popular dress for anyone that was expecting was to show off their bellies. Every time Erestor saw someone copying his styles, he came up with something more outrageous just to see if they would follow suit. Currently, he was trouncing around in a robe that was open to display his front, and tight leather pants encased his legs. The robe’s collar dipped all the way down to his buttocks in the back, leaving just the shoulders to hold the robe up. His back and belly had been painted in golden runes that promoted health. He glowed, his skin shining and his eyes bright.
He exuded sex, even if he was six months pregnant.
As the fifth male elf came to surround their husband, the two Lords began to fidget.
“Should we go intervene?”
“So far they have nothing to warrant our separating them. However, that does not keep me from wanting to beat them all away with a big stick.”
“I don’t have a big stick, but I do have a sword. Will that work?”
Elrond sighed, then growled as one of the elves surrounding Erestor laid a hand on his husband’s arm. Then the hand on Erestor’s arm began to rub up and down, and Erestor looked a little disconcerted. Elrond and Glorfindel were out of their seats and flanking their husband faster than his Erestor’s admirers could comprehend the movement.
“I think we are due to retire,” Elrond growled in a low voice, glaring at the surrounding males. They all back up slowly, subservient to their Lord.
As the trio made their way to their rooms, Glorfindel asked, “Why, just WHY, do you have to be so beautiful?”
“To drive you insane.”
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In Lothlorien, Galadriel set her plans into motion. Soon, the spawn of Elrond would be hers.
Author: Lynsey
Website: http://www.livejournal.com/users/lynsey_schadegg/
Beta: Books
Chapter: 10/?
Pairings: Erestor/Elrond, Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Glorfindel, Elrond/Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG-13 see warnings
Warnings: Slash, a rather rare view on elf sexuality, hermaphroditism, hermaphrodite pregnancy, and forgive my terrible attempts at elvish.
Summery: It's spring time in the valley
Disclaimer: Don't sue. All I got are college loans, and this isn't helping to pay them off.
Erestor stood in the library glancing over the minutes from the last council session. There was something in here about the grain harvest in Rohan…he knew there was. As he flipped to the next page, he suddenly felt….odd.
He put the parchments on the nearest table and sat down, placing his hand on the soft swell of his abdomen. His face wrinkled cutely as he concentrated within.
“What…” his eyebrows flew skyward.
“Elrond!!!! ElrondElrondElrondElrondElrond!!!!!” The advisor flew from the library and into the adjoining office that belong to himself and his husband. Elrond looked startled as the dark blur of his husband flung himself into his lap.
“Huh?” was the most intelligent response the Lord could sum up.
The little councilor grabbed his husbands hands and placed them on his tummy. “Feel!!”
Elrond concentrated as well as he could, not knowing what to think of his slightly…well….lunatic husband. He closed his eyes to better focus himself, and then he felt it.
“A heartbeat…” the Lord whispered in awe. “I can feel the heartbeat.”
Erestor squeeeed happily and flung his arms around his husband. “I know that its heart has been beating before….but I just felt it…and….and….”
“I know sweet one. This is amazing!”
Erestor suddenly stood up and pulled his husband with him. “We have to go find Glorfindel!” Elrond was jerked outside by his happily squeeing councilor. As he was forcefully pulled down the stairs he wondered, *How is it that my four month pregnant husband seems to be in better shape than I am?*
Glorfindel was in the middle of instructing a small group of warriors when he was accosted by a dark demon from hell screaming a high-pitched wail of impending doom. Or it could have been his husband. He wasn’t quite sure.
“GloryGloryGloryGloryGloryGlory!!!!!!!”
“What? What is it? What happened?”
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
Glorfindel raised an eyebrow at Elrond.
“Just put your hands on his stomach.” The brow raised further. “Just do it.”
Glorfindel laid his hands on Erestor’s stomach. “Just what am I supposed to be feeling?”
“Concentrate. And Erestor be quiet for a second.”
Erestor stopped squealing as loudly as he had been, only occasionally muttering a suppressed, “EE!”
Glorfindel’s jaw dropped, and he let out a surprised, “Oh!”
“I know! Isn’t it great?!”
“More than wonderful.” Glorfindel placed a kiss on his husband’s cheek. Elrond stood behind Erestor and snuck his hands around to the front to rest on top of Glorfindel’s hands. They held each other close, relishing the moment.
“AWWWWW,” came the chorus of the nearly twenty guards gathered around the trio.
“Shut up and go spar,” commanded Glorfindel from where he had his nose buried in Erestor’s hair. The group of warriors broke up, laughing as they went to separate areas to spar together.
------------------------------------------------------------------
“Since when did a baby belly become a fashion statement?”
“Since Erestor made it one.”
The golden Seneschal and the Lord of the Valley watched their pregnant husband as he made the rounds of the Hall of Fire after dinner. Six months pregnant left the dark beauty with a sweet little belly. Women cooed and awed over his tummy, which was proudly on display for all and sundry to gawk at. His penchant for exposing his belly had recently became all the rage with pregnant ellith. Now the popular dress for anyone that was expecting was to show off their bellies. Every time Erestor saw someone copying his styles, he came up with something more outrageous just to see if they would follow suit. Currently, he was trouncing around in a robe that was open to display his front, and tight leather pants encased his legs. The robe’s collar dipped all the way down to his buttocks in the back, leaving just the shoulders to hold the robe up. His back and belly had been painted in golden runes that promoted health. He glowed, his skin shining and his eyes bright.
He exuded sex, even if he was six months pregnant.
As the fifth male elf came to surround their husband, the two Lords began to fidget.
“Should we go intervene?”
“So far they have nothing to warrant our separating them. However, that does not keep me from wanting to beat them all away with a big stick.”
“I don’t have a big stick, but I do have a sword. Will that work?”
Elrond sighed, then growled as one of the elves surrounding Erestor laid a hand on his husband’s arm. Then the hand on Erestor’s arm began to rub up and down, and Erestor looked a little disconcerted. Elrond and Glorfindel were out of their seats and flanking their husband faster than his Erestor’s admirers could comprehend the movement.
“I think we are due to retire,” Elrond growled in a low voice, glaring at the surrounding males. They all back up slowly, subservient to their Lord.
As the trio made their way to their rooms, Glorfindel asked, “Why, just WHY, do you have to be so beautiful?”
“To drive you insane.”
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In Lothlorien, Galadriel set her plans into motion. Soon, the spawn of Elrond would be hers.