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Adult +
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2
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2,707
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5
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02: I can’t believe I agreed to this.
TITLE: Lady of Rivendell
PART: 02 of ??
SERIES: None yet
AUTHOR: RunningWithCoyotes
E-MAIL: dippet4ever@yahoo.se
WEBSITE:
RATING: PG, Parental Guidance Suggested
FANDOM: Lord Of The Rings
MAIN PAIRING: Elrond Peredhil/Original Female (sort of)
OTHER PAIRINGS: Glorfindel/Erestor, Legolas/Surprise(sort of),
Aragorn/Arwen, Aragorn/Eomer(one-sided), Elladan/Elrohir, others as I go
along.
DATE: will be added later, upon publishing
ARCHIVE: fanfiction.net, adult-fanfiction.org, Library Of Moria if they want
me, others please ask.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters of which I write, except the
ones obviously sprung out of my mind. I am not writing this for any other
purpose than having fun. Tolkien owns the characters, the actors portraying
them own themselves, and I do not know who owns the dress, sorry, “robe”
which started this madness. I also did not create the ellian, the
hermophrodiac elf. Lynsey (brilliant author) did that, but I got permission to
borrow them.
WARNINGS: Characters behaving out of style(OOC), character death, rape,
alcoholism, swearing, adultery, transgender, incest between two adult males.
There might be graphic sex in it, too – I haven’t made up my mind yet. I
haven’t decided about the rape yet, either. There will also be TransGender
and most likely Mpreg.
SUMMARY: In a world finally released from Shadow and Evil, a reluctant
lord finds himself being coerced into re–marrying. The only problem is
finding a decent girl. And convincing said Lord about it being in his best
interests.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Don’t tell me Legolas isn’t really a blonde. I already know
that. If you are offended by this, then it is not my problem as I wrote a
proper disclaimer and put in more warnings than I’ll most likely use. Should
you choose to flame me, I will consider the flame trash-mail and most likely
delete without reading – and definitely without replying. Feedback is always
welcome.
This is a complete rewrite of Lady of Rivendell, since the first version had
more holes than a sieve. Therefore you will recognise parts, but I hope it will
be more than just dialogue this time... *shudders* It is also more serious,
since I got sick of myself when re-reading it and simply found myself unable
to finish it seeing how ruthlessly I made fun of characters I am very fond of.
Hopefully, I’ll still be able to get in some humour – well, I laugh at it anyway.
Oh, and my timeline is most likely completely wrong. It usually is. Point out
the mistakes you find nicely, please, and I’ll fix them. I’ve put explanations to elvish words at the end of the chapter.
LADY OF RIVENDELL PART 02
CHAPTER TITLE: “I can’t believe I agreed to this.”
For Lynsey.
Elrond did his best scowl and squirmed in his saddle. He was having pains
in parts he didn’t know could hurt, the blisters were getting really bad, and
no one would agree to it being better that he rode in a carriage instead of on
this silly horse! Voronda was a nice enough mare, but that didn’t mean that
Elrond was a good rider. He wasn’t, by the way. He was dreadful at riding.
The only reason he hadn’t fallen off his horse yet was that Erestor had wisely
tied his legs to the saddle, so that he couldn’t fall off even if he wanted to.
“It’s very undignifed for a King to fall of his horse” Erestor had said as an
explanation whilst securing the knots. Elrond was still not speaking to him,
by the way.
Glorfindel rode up to him, politely ignoring the glares sent in his lover’s
direction.
“Are you completely sure you don’t want a Lothlorien maiden? We can still
change direction, sire.”
“You have asked me that all bloody day! No I do not want a Lothlorien
maiden!”
Glorfindel nodded wisely. “It would be too much like your late wife, sire?”
“No, Lothlorien maidens insist on taking the bloody cook with them when
they leave!” Elrond pouted, and added defensively upon his friend’s raised
eyebrow: “It’s hard to find good cooks these days!” Glorfindel sighed.
“And a Mirkwood maiden won’t?”
“I don’t know. I just know that Lothlorien maidens do.”
“You can’t judge all of them after what one of them did.”
“Have you been talking to Erestor again?”
“Of course I have, he is my beloved.”
“That was not what I meant.” Elrond pouted. “Could you believe he actually
tied me to the saddle!”
“Oh yes, I can perfectly believe that,”Glorfindel carefully hid a smile. “It was,
after all, I who suggested it.”
“I am very disappointed in you, Glorfindel.” Elrond pouted. The whole world
was obviously against him.
“Oh, don’t be such a party pooper, Ada.” Elrohir said, snickering. “Why, if
you keep scowling you’ll get wrinkles.”
“You mean /more/ wrinkles” Elladan giggled. Elrond froze in horror. More
wrinkles? NOOOOOOOO!
“You don’t have to be so loud about it, sire.” Erestor complained.
“Huh? I said that out loud?”
“Yes, sire, you did.” Erestor rolled his eyes, ignoring his lover who was
laughing hard enough to have problems staying on his horse.
“You must be getting senile in your old age.” Elrohir said nonchalantly,
which made Elladan giggle in a quite undignified manner.
Elrond blushed fiercely. It was bad enough that he wasn’t as young as he used to be, but to be *laughed* at.... suddenly he felt pathetic. Here he was, out on a ridiculous trip to /Mirkwood/ of all places, searching for a new wife... a beautiful ellith to walk by his side, a lovely spring to his dark winter. He idly pondered hanging himself from the nearest tree. It would be less
degrading than being put through this. What hopes did he have to find a
young ellith, or ellon for that matter, willing to marry him for anything but
the title?
The twins sensed the change in their Adar’s mood and rushed to assure him.
“Oh Ada, we’re sorry – we don’t mean it like that, really...”
“Why shouldn’t you? You are right. I’m both old and pathetic.” He turned his
face away and tried to make the horse move faster. Except she refused, so he
wasn’t even allowed a dignified exit.
___________________________________________________________________________
That evening there was a tense atmosphere in the camp they had made.
Elrond had withdrawn to his tent almost immediately, refusing any dinner,
and this made the elves escorting him feel very umcomfortable, and let’s face
it, stupid.
“I really shouldn’t have said that about him being senile.” Elrohir said
miserably from inside his brother’s loving embrace. “It was so mean, of
course he got hurt.”
“Oh El,” Elladan soothed “he knows you were only jesting.”
Except neither Glorfindel or Erestor felt particulary certain about Elrond
knowing it was only in jest.
“He is very insecure about this” Erestor murmured, chewing on his lower lip.
“He’s got this silly notion in his head that because he isn’t looking as young
as he used to be, he’s old and ugly. Which isn’t true.”
“No, definitely not.” Glorfindel agreed. “He bears his years very well. We must
not forget, Elrond is one of the eldest elves on Arda.”
“Last of the Eldar.” Elrohir murmured.
“I wouldn’t say that” Erestor replied softly. “Why, there are several Eldar in
Imladris only. The problem with Elrond is that he cannot see past the fact
that he is part human. The human blood in his veins, even though it is very
diluted, causes his appearance to age faster than that of other elves his age.
I wish we could make him look past his appearance. He is still very
handsome, and i know of many a young elf in Imladris being more or less in
love with him.” Glorfindel nodded.
“Then there is his kindness. Never have I before, nor do I think I will, meet
an elf which such an inherited kindness and gentleness. He would cradle a
snake to his breast to warm it, all the while knowing it would bite the
moment it could move it’s head.”
“He has used his power to heal /orcs/.” Elladan spat the last word.
“He is also afraid that others will see him only as the ancient king of
Imladris, and that he will not find anyone who will love the elf behind the
crown” Erestor continued. “He’s been harboring these fears ever since I
started trying to convince him about re-marrying.”
“I’m sure he’ll change his mind” Glorfindel soothed. “Let him stew for tonight, and we’ll talk to him in the morning.” He took Erestor’s hand. “I’m
sure you can make him see reason, love.” Erestor gave him an almost
adoring smile.
“I’ll do my best. Do you think he’s had a look at the list yet? I mean a proper
look.”
“I think so, actually. He whined about it the other day, saying he didn’t know
how he was going to choose between so many.”
“Maybe we could hold some sort of competition” Elladan offered.
”Maybe we could.” Erestor agreed. “But only as a last resort. I do not want
him to feel as if we have chosen for him.”
___________________________________________________________________________
Err, I didn’t mean for it to turn out so very depressing.... oops.
Voronda - faithful
Ada – dad, Adar - father
Ellon – male elf
Ellith – female elf
PART: 02 of ??
SERIES: None yet
AUTHOR: RunningWithCoyotes
E-MAIL: dippet4ever@yahoo.se
WEBSITE:
RATING: PG, Parental Guidance Suggested
FANDOM: Lord Of The Rings
MAIN PAIRING: Elrond Peredhil/Original Female (sort of)
OTHER PAIRINGS: Glorfindel/Erestor, Legolas/Surprise(sort of),
Aragorn/Arwen, Aragorn/Eomer(one-sided), Elladan/Elrohir, others as I go
along.
DATE: will be added later, upon publishing
ARCHIVE: fanfiction.net, adult-fanfiction.org, Library Of Moria if they want
me, others please ask.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters of which I write, except the
ones obviously sprung out of my mind. I am not writing this for any other
purpose than having fun. Tolkien owns the characters, the actors portraying
them own themselves, and I do not know who owns the dress, sorry, “robe”
which started this madness. I also did not create the ellian, the
hermophrodiac elf. Lynsey (brilliant author) did that, but I got permission to
borrow them.
WARNINGS: Characters behaving out of style(OOC), character death, rape,
alcoholism, swearing, adultery, transgender, incest between two adult males.
There might be graphic sex in it, too – I haven’t made up my mind yet. I
haven’t decided about the rape yet, either. There will also be TransGender
and most likely Mpreg.
SUMMARY: In a world finally released from Shadow and Evil, a reluctant
lord finds himself being coerced into re–marrying. The only problem is
finding a decent girl. And convincing said Lord about it being in his best
interests.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Don’t tell me Legolas isn’t really a blonde. I already know
that. If you are offended by this, then it is not my problem as I wrote a
proper disclaimer and put in more warnings than I’ll most likely use. Should
you choose to flame me, I will consider the flame trash-mail and most likely
delete without reading – and definitely without replying. Feedback is always
welcome.
This is a complete rewrite of Lady of Rivendell, since the first version had
more holes than a sieve. Therefore you will recognise parts, but I hope it will
be more than just dialogue this time... *shudders* It is also more serious,
since I got sick of myself when re-reading it and simply found myself unable
to finish it seeing how ruthlessly I made fun of characters I am very fond of.
Hopefully, I’ll still be able to get in some humour – well, I laugh at it anyway.
Oh, and my timeline is most likely completely wrong. It usually is. Point out
the mistakes you find nicely, please, and I’ll fix them. I’ve put explanations to elvish words at the end of the chapter.
LADY OF RIVENDELL PART 02
CHAPTER TITLE: “I can’t believe I agreed to this.”
For Lynsey.
Elrond did his best scowl and squirmed in his saddle. He was having pains
in parts he didn’t know could hurt, the blisters were getting really bad, and
no one would agree to it being better that he rode in a carriage instead of on
this silly horse! Voronda was a nice enough mare, but that didn’t mean that
Elrond was a good rider. He wasn’t, by the way. He was dreadful at riding.
The only reason he hadn’t fallen off his horse yet was that Erestor had wisely
tied his legs to the saddle, so that he couldn’t fall off even if he wanted to.
“It’s very undignifed for a King to fall of his horse” Erestor had said as an
explanation whilst securing the knots. Elrond was still not speaking to him,
by the way.
Glorfindel rode up to him, politely ignoring the glares sent in his lover’s
direction.
“Are you completely sure you don’t want a Lothlorien maiden? We can still
change direction, sire.”
“You have asked me that all bloody day! No I do not want a Lothlorien
maiden!”
Glorfindel nodded wisely. “It would be too much like your late wife, sire?”
“No, Lothlorien maidens insist on taking the bloody cook with them when
they leave!” Elrond pouted, and added defensively upon his friend’s raised
eyebrow: “It’s hard to find good cooks these days!” Glorfindel sighed.
“And a Mirkwood maiden won’t?”
“I don’t know. I just know that Lothlorien maidens do.”
“You can’t judge all of them after what one of them did.”
“Have you been talking to Erestor again?”
“Of course I have, he is my beloved.”
“That was not what I meant.” Elrond pouted. “Could you believe he actually
tied me to the saddle!”
“Oh yes, I can perfectly believe that,”Glorfindel carefully hid a smile. “It was,
after all, I who suggested it.”
“I am very disappointed in you, Glorfindel.” Elrond pouted. The whole world
was obviously against him.
“Oh, don’t be such a party pooper, Ada.” Elrohir said, snickering. “Why, if
you keep scowling you’ll get wrinkles.”
“You mean /more/ wrinkles” Elladan giggled. Elrond froze in horror. More
wrinkles? NOOOOOOOO!
“You don’t have to be so loud about it, sire.” Erestor complained.
“Huh? I said that out loud?”
“Yes, sire, you did.” Erestor rolled his eyes, ignoring his lover who was
laughing hard enough to have problems staying on his horse.
“You must be getting senile in your old age.” Elrohir said nonchalantly,
which made Elladan giggle in a quite undignified manner.
Elrond blushed fiercely. It was bad enough that he wasn’t as young as he used to be, but to be *laughed* at.... suddenly he felt pathetic. Here he was, out on a ridiculous trip to /Mirkwood/ of all places, searching for a new wife... a beautiful ellith to walk by his side, a lovely spring to his dark winter. He idly pondered hanging himself from the nearest tree. It would be less
degrading than being put through this. What hopes did he have to find a
young ellith, or ellon for that matter, willing to marry him for anything but
the title?
The twins sensed the change in their Adar’s mood and rushed to assure him.
“Oh Ada, we’re sorry – we don’t mean it like that, really...”
“Why shouldn’t you? You are right. I’m both old and pathetic.” He turned his
face away and tried to make the horse move faster. Except she refused, so he
wasn’t even allowed a dignified exit.
___________________________________________________________________________
That evening there was a tense atmosphere in the camp they had made.
Elrond had withdrawn to his tent almost immediately, refusing any dinner,
and this made the elves escorting him feel very umcomfortable, and let’s face
it, stupid.
“I really shouldn’t have said that about him being senile.” Elrohir said
miserably from inside his brother’s loving embrace. “It was so mean, of
course he got hurt.”
“Oh El,” Elladan soothed “he knows you were only jesting.”
Except neither Glorfindel or Erestor felt particulary certain about Elrond
knowing it was only in jest.
“He is very insecure about this” Erestor murmured, chewing on his lower lip.
“He’s got this silly notion in his head that because he isn’t looking as young
as he used to be, he’s old and ugly. Which isn’t true.”
“No, definitely not.” Glorfindel agreed. “He bears his years very well. We must
not forget, Elrond is one of the eldest elves on Arda.”
“Last of the Eldar.” Elrohir murmured.
“I wouldn’t say that” Erestor replied softly. “Why, there are several Eldar in
Imladris only. The problem with Elrond is that he cannot see past the fact
that he is part human. The human blood in his veins, even though it is very
diluted, causes his appearance to age faster than that of other elves his age.
I wish we could make him look past his appearance. He is still very
handsome, and i know of many a young elf in Imladris being more or less in
love with him.” Glorfindel nodded.
“Then there is his kindness. Never have I before, nor do I think I will, meet
an elf which such an inherited kindness and gentleness. He would cradle a
snake to his breast to warm it, all the while knowing it would bite the
moment it could move it’s head.”
“He has used his power to heal /orcs/.” Elladan spat the last word.
“He is also afraid that others will see him only as the ancient king of
Imladris, and that he will not find anyone who will love the elf behind the
crown” Erestor continued. “He’s been harboring these fears ever since I
started trying to convince him about re-marrying.”
“I’m sure he’ll change his mind” Glorfindel soothed. “Let him stew for tonight, and we’ll talk to him in the morning.” He took Erestor’s hand. “I’m
sure you can make him see reason, love.” Erestor gave him an almost
adoring smile.
“I’ll do my best. Do you think he’s had a look at the list yet? I mean a proper
look.”
“I think so, actually. He whined about it the other day, saying he didn’t know
how he was going to choose between so many.”
“Maybe we could hold some sort of competition” Elladan offered.
”Maybe we could.” Erestor agreed. “But only as a last resort. I do not want
him to feel as if we have chosen for him.”
___________________________________________________________________________
Err, I didn’t mean for it to turn out so very depressing.... oops.
Voronda - faithful
Ada – dad, Adar - father
Ellon – male elf
Ellith – female elf