Mr Thranduilion Goes to Scotland
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,567
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Stereotypically Nondescript.
REMEMBER: This is horrid on purpose. Thanks.
Liam and Legolas hopped on Liam's bicycle and rode to his house. Liam's house, that is, since Legolas lived in Middle Earth, and that was just too bloody far away to be pedalling to. Since Legolas was the Elf, he got to ride in the spiffing basket on the front of the bike. Not that his being an Elf really had anything to do with it.
"Well, here we are," said Liam, when they'd stopped in front of a nondescript cottage in a stereotypically Scottish-looking town in the middle of nowhere. There were sheep everywhere. For a moment, Legolas thought he was in the Shire. Not that he'd ever *been* to the Shire, but he had seen pictures in travel brochures
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"I like it," said Legolas, climbing out of the basket.
Liam smiled and took Legolas by the hand to lead him to his bedroom. Liam's bedroom that is. "Come," he said, "this way."
So off they went, into the cottage. Liam's bedroom was nowt but a bed in the corner of the main room- the only room- by the fireplace. Legolas thought it was lovely. He was tired of his splendid room in his father's palace with servants milling about constantly. This was a nice change.
"Liam," said Legolas, "this is lovely. It would be even lovelier if you weren't wearing so many clothes."
"Too right," said Liam, and he took his clothes off. Then he took Legolas' clothes off. Of Legolas.
Since Legolas always bottoms, he took his position on his hands and knees on the small bed.
Since Liam always bottoms, he took his position on his hands and knees on the floor.
"I think we've got a problem. Who's buggering whom here?" Legolas was rather hoping it would be Liam fucking him. It'd been awhile since he'd had operoper rogering, what with Aragorn being married to Arwen and all.
"Hmm. I've got it! We'll take turns." Liam thought this was very clever.
"Okay then. Who goes first?" Legolas stayed where he was, hoping Liam would get the hint and get behind him.
"I reckon I'll go first then."
"Do you mean you'll do me first, or I'll do you first?" Legolas was confused.
"I'll do you first. You are a guest after all." Liam was nothing if not polite. He got up onto the bed behind Legolas.
"Ohh," Legolas moaned as Liam's tongue found its way to his arsehole. Legolas', that is. "I like that."
"I thought you might. But you'll like this even more." Liam proceeded to cover his index finger thoroughly with spit and push it into Legolas.
"Yes," said Legolas, "that feels good, but I think you should fuck me already."
And Liam gave Legolas the fuck of his life, in true slash fiction form, complete with all of the required noises and adjectives.
To be continued so Legolas can return the favour. Of course.
Liam and Legolas hopped on Liam's bicycle and rode to his house. Liam's house, that is, since Legolas lived in Middle Earth, and that was just too bloody far away to be pedalling to. Since Legolas was the Elf, he got to ride in the spiffing basket on the front of the bike. Not that his being an Elf really had anything to do with it.
"Well, here we are," said Liam, when they'd stopped in front of a nondescript cottage in a stereotypically Scottish-looking town in the middle of nowhere. There were sheep everywhere. For a moment, Legolas thought he was in the Shire. Not that he'd ever *been* to the Shire, but he had seen pictures in travel brochures
â
"I like it," said Legolas, climbing out of the basket.
Liam smiled and took Legolas by the hand to lead him to his bedroom. Liam's bedroom that is. "Come," he said, "this way."
So off they went, into the cottage. Liam's bedroom was nowt but a bed in the corner of the main room- the only room- by the fireplace. Legolas thought it was lovely. He was tired of his splendid room in his father's palace with servants milling about constantly. This was a nice change.
"Liam," said Legolas, "this is lovely. It would be even lovelier if you weren't wearing so many clothes."
"Too right," said Liam, and he took his clothes off. Then he took Legolas' clothes off. Of Legolas.
Since Legolas always bottoms, he took his position on his hands and knees on the small bed.
Since Liam always bottoms, he took his position on his hands and knees on the floor.
"I think we've got a problem. Who's buggering whom here?" Legolas was rather hoping it would be Liam fucking him. It'd been awhile since he'd had operoper rogering, what with Aragorn being married to Arwen and all.
"Hmm. I've got it! We'll take turns." Liam thought this was very clever.
"Okay then. Who goes first?" Legolas stayed where he was, hoping Liam would get the hint and get behind him.
"I reckon I'll go first then."
"Do you mean you'll do me first, or I'll do you first?" Legolas was confused.
"I'll do you first. You are a guest after all." Liam was nothing if not polite. He got up onto the bed behind Legolas.
"Ohh," Legolas moaned as Liam's tongue found its way to his arsehole. Legolas', that is. "I like that."
"I thought you might. But you'll like this even more." Liam proceeded to cover his index finger thoroughly with spit and push it into Legolas.
"Yes," said Legolas, "that feels good, but I think you should fuck me already."
And Liam gave Legolas the fuck of his life, in true slash fiction form, complete with all of the required noises and adjectives.
To be continued so Legolas can return the favour. Of course.