House and Home Series
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
4,209
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Practice
Title: House and Home~Practice
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Websites: Read updates and much more first at my livejournal: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ . ALL my stories are archived at: http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875 . **To join my mailing list go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/ and join the group.
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Ficlet
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel implied
Rating: PGish. Probably less than that.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: An afternoon sparing session.
A/N: This is a part of the “House and Home Series.” Occurs after “Fashion Sense.”
Erestor watched as his blond husband ran rampant around the training ring. For several months now, Glorfindel had been training once again with the soldiers…much to many a soldier’s dismay. They never ended up on their backsides *this* much when they sparred with Erestor!
The dark haired elf’s laugher rang through the air as yet another victim fell to the ground in an undignified heap. The elf sat up and looked at his empty hands in foggy disbelief, and then he looked up and was dumbfounded to find himself seated on the soft dirt of the practice ring.
“Rule number one!” Erestor yelled, still laughing as he walked up to his husband and stood behind him. “Never underestimate your opponent!” He placed his hands on his very, very tiny husband’s shoulders and squeezed lovingly. He gazed at all of the young soldiers gathered around, and smiled at the chagrin in their faces. It was easy to be on guard when they faced down an elf as massive as Erestor was. Some had even laughingly whispered that Erestor was really a very pretty mountain troll with pointed ears. When Glorfindel was placed beside his husband, the difference between them was most comical. Glorfindel was small, very small, with delicate porcelin white skin and ringlets of golden curls. Next to Erestor he looked like a very pretty and ornamental doll. Very few of the trainees had been taking him seriously, and they now had the bruises to prove it.
Glorfindel tilted his head up and Erestor brought his lips down to give his husband a somewhat awkward kiss, and Glorfindel parted from him to hang up the very innocent looking weapons he had used to bring down his opponents.
The nunchaku did not seem very intimidating hanging on the wall next swords that were larger than Glorfindel himself. Next to the nunchaku hung the bo, the sai, and the tonfa.
The small Captain had found out long ago that his skills could be honed to much higher precision if he was left without the use of a sword during practice. Hence, he had developed several types of weaponry that had no cutting or stabbing capabilities. It made him think harder in the practice ring, however they would be of little use fighting orcs and the like.
“Wait, Glorfindel,” Erestor said as his husband started to turn away from his weapons. “Let us show them how it is done.” Erestor saw Glorfindel’s eyes sparkle as he turned back to the wall and perused his options. The small warrior took down the nunchaku again, as well as placing a matched pair of sai in the belt of his breeches even though he knew he would not need them.
The trainees all stopped what they were doing, whether it be polishing weapons or sparring, to gather around the practice ring. Erestor smiled and selected his own weapons from the wall, bringing down a broadsword that was longer than Glorfindel was tall. It was heavy, but the large elf handled it with ease as he tested the weight and balance of the piece of metal. The sharp edge gleamed in the light that poured from the high windows and skylights of the salle. He was not worried about Glorfindel being harmed by the dangerous blade. Most likely he would be the one on his ass by the end of the sparring session.
As Erestor turned to face his waiting husband in the sparring ring, he heard bets being placed. He wondered how many elves would place their money on his petite husband. They would surely end up rich by the end of this match. No one believed that little Glorfindel would be a match for such a monster of an elf as himself.
Erestor knew better.
Glorfindel bowed to his husband and Erestor bowed back. Both squared off to the cheers and shouted encouragements of the troops. It wasn’t often they saw a show like this was bound to be.
Glorfindel whirled one end of the weapon his hand, the mithril chain that bound the two very light, mithril batons creating a hypnotic scraping sound as it twirled. Erestor lunged, aiming the flat of the blade for the side opposite the twirling baton. Glorfindel was moving before Erestor could correct himself and he felt the impact of the nunchaku across his knuckles. Erestor cursed as his hand spasmed and he dropped his sword. He ducked and rolled to avoid being beaten senseless by the metal baton Glorfindel swung at amazing speeds. He grabbed his sword in his uninjured hand and threw himself to his feet. Erestor used the momentum of standing to launch himself toward the smaller elf. Glorfindel ducked and lashed out to hit Erestor behind the knee. The dark elf swore in several languages as his knee went out under him. Glorfindel rolled and came back up to the ready position again, whirling the baton on its chain. Erestor shifted all of his weight onto his good leg, making himself unbalanced. They stared at each other, measuring, thinking. Erestor knew he was done for without the use of his hand and his leg. Glorfindel was simply too fast for him to get a square shot. Erestor may have been very agile for one of his size, but he could never compare to Glorfindel for sheer speed. Glorfindel used that to his advantage on the field of battle, cutting through the ranks of his foes faster than they could retaliate.
Erestor shook his head and sank to his knees, dropping his sword and holding out his hands. Glorfindel smiled as his husband yielded to him, and he outright chuckled at the sounds of elves in the crowd groaning as they handed their money over to betting partners.
Erestor heaved himself back to his feet and limped over to the weapons rack and replaced the sword. He absently rubbed the injured hand, and he felt his husband come up behind him. Glorfindel turned Erestor around and took the already bruising hand in his own. He brought it up to his mouth and feathered a light kiss across the knuckles while looking Erestor in the eyes the entire time.
“Better?” he asked before he let his tongue lightly dance over the abused flesh.
Erestor groaned quietly. “How about we find a sitter for the kids, go back home, and try some hand-to-hand combat.”
Glorfindel smiled. “Sounds good.”
For information regarding the weapons Glorfindel uses (nunchaku, bo, sai, and tonfa), please go here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Okinawan_weapon
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Websites: Read updates and much more first at my livejournal: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ . ALL my stories are archived at: http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875 . **To join my mailing list go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/ and join the group.
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Ficlet
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel implied
Rating: PGish. Probably less than that.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: An afternoon sparing session.
A/N: This is a part of the “House and Home Series.” Occurs after “Fashion Sense.”
Erestor watched as his blond husband ran rampant around the training ring. For several months now, Glorfindel had been training once again with the soldiers…much to many a soldier’s dismay. They never ended up on their backsides *this* much when they sparred with Erestor!
The dark haired elf’s laugher rang through the air as yet another victim fell to the ground in an undignified heap. The elf sat up and looked at his empty hands in foggy disbelief, and then he looked up and was dumbfounded to find himself seated on the soft dirt of the practice ring.
“Rule number one!” Erestor yelled, still laughing as he walked up to his husband and stood behind him. “Never underestimate your opponent!” He placed his hands on his very, very tiny husband’s shoulders and squeezed lovingly. He gazed at all of the young soldiers gathered around, and smiled at the chagrin in their faces. It was easy to be on guard when they faced down an elf as massive as Erestor was. Some had even laughingly whispered that Erestor was really a very pretty mountain troll with pointed ears. When Glorfindel was placed beside his husband, the difference between them was most comical. Glorfindel was small, very small, with delicate porcelin white skin and ringlets of golden curls. Next to Erestor he looked like a very pretty and ornamental doll. Very few of the trainees had been taking him seriously, and they now had the bruises to prove it.
Glorfindel tilted his head up and Erestor brought his lips down to give his husband a somewhat awkward kiss, and Glorfindel parted from him to hang up the very innocent looking weapons he had used to bring down his opponents.
The nunchaku did not seem very intimidating hanging on the wall next swords that were larger than Glorfindel himself. Next to the nunchaku hung the bo, the sai, and the tonfa.
The small Captain had found out long ago that his skills could be honed to much higher precision if he was left without the use of a sword during practice. Hence, he had developed several types of weaponry that had no cutting or stabbing capabilities. It made him think harder in the practice ring, however they would be of little use fighting orcs and the like.
“Wait, Glorfindel,” Erestor said as his husband started to turn away from his weapons. “Let us show them how it is done.” Erestor saw Glorfindel’s eyes sparkle as he turned back to the wall and perused his options. The small warrior took down the nunchaku again, as well as placing a matched pair of sai in the belt of his breeches even though he knew he would not need them.
The trainees all stopped what they were doing, whether it be polishing weapons or sparring, to gather around the practice ring. Erestor smiled and selected his own weapons from the wall, bringing down a broadsword that was longer than Glorfindel was tall. It was heavy, but the large elf handled it with ease as he tested the weight and balance of the piece of metal. The sharp edge gleamed in the light that poured from the high windows and skylights of the salle. He was not worried about Glorfindel being harmed by the dangerous blade. Most likely he would be the one on his ass by the end of the sparring session.
As Erestor turned to face his waiting husband in the sparring ring, he heard bets being placed. He wondered how many elves would place their money on his petite husband. They would surely end up rich by the end of this match. No one believed that little Glorfindel would be a match for such a monster of an elf as himself.
Erestor knew better.
Glorfindel bowed to his husband and Erestor bowed back. Both squared off to the cheers and shouted encouragements of the troops. It wasn’t often they saw a show like this was bound to be.
Glorfindel whirled one end of the weapon his hand, the mithril chain that bound the two very light, mithril batons creating a hypnotic scraping sound as it twirled. Erestor lunged, aiming the flat of the blade for the side opposite the twirling baton. Glorfindel was moving before Erestor could correct himself and he felt the impact of the nunchaku across his knuckles. Erestor cursed as his hand spasmed and he dropped his sword. He ducked and rolled to avoid being beaten senseless by the metal baton Glorfindel swung at amazing speeds. He grabbed his sword in his uninjured hand and threw himself to his feet. Erestor used the momentum of standing to launch himself toward the smaller elf. Glorfindel ducked and lashed out to hit Erestor behind the knee. The dark elf swore in several languages as his knee went out under him. Glorfindel rolled and came back up to the ready position again, whirling the baton on its chain. Erestor shifted all of his weight onto his good leg, making himself unbalanced. They stared at each other, measuring, thinking. Erestor knew he was done for without the use of his hand and his leg. Glorfindel was simply too fast for him to get a square shot. Erestor may have been very agile for one of his size, but he could never compare to Glorfindel for sheer speed. Glorfindel used that to his advantage on the field of battle, cutting through the ranks of his foes faster than they could retaliate.
Erestor shook his head and sank to his knees, dropping his sword and holding out his hands. Glorfindel smiled as his husband yielded to him, and he outright chuckled at the sounds of elves in the crowd groaning as they handed their money over to betting partners.
Erestor heaved himself back to his feet and limped over to the weapons rack and replaced the sword. He absently rubbed the injured hand, and he felt his husband come up behind him. Glorfindel turned Erestor around and took the already bruising hand in his own. He brought it up to his mouth and feathered a light kiss across the knuckles while looking Erestor in the eyes the entire time.
“Better?” he asked before he let his tongue lightly dance over the abused flesh.
Erestor groaned quietly. “How about we find a sitter for the kids, go back home, and try some hand-to-hand combat.”
Glorfindel smiled. “Sounds good.”
For information regarding the weapons Glorfindel uses (nunchaku, bo, sai, and tonfa), please go here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Okinawan_weapon