Vacation
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Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
3,029
Reviews:
16
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Part 3
Part Three…
Lórien glided smoothly towards the main table, looking completely unconcerned with the fact that he had been called to task for stealing from one of Imladris’ Lords, and on his first night in residence no less. On the inside he was haphazardly discarding one plan after another in hopes of alighting upon one that would allow him to escape both Manwë’s lecture and what ever humiliation was forthcoming, though he had his doubts on the success of either. Feeling the piercing silver gaze os Los Lord he quickly discarded the idea of forcing the rooms’ inhabitants into a sleep and convincing them it had all been a dream; not that it would have been probable that everyone would have fallen asleep at the same time and had the same dream at any rate. Containing a sigh he finally determined that the rashest and most elaborate plan would have to suffice. Lórien stopped at the main table and bowed formally to the Elves seated there, sensing Manwë do the same beside him.
Lórien smiled widely, showing all his gleaming white teeth, as the Lords were introduced. Pairing a name with each face for future reference he silently contemplated the three elven Lords. Lord Elrond: Imposing with a slightly receding hairline. Lord Erestor: A Nämo clone. Lord Glorfindel: Blonde. Folding his hands demurely behind his back Lórien listened half heartedly to Manwë’s own introduction.
“My Lords, my name is Poldórion and this is my companion Almaravarion”.
Almaravarion? What a mouthful, and stupid sounding to boot. Casting a disgruntled expression towards Manwë, Lórien quirked an eyebrow before turning and focusing his attention back to the elves in front of them.
“We bid you welcome to our valley, although recent events lead us to question your purpose. It seems that you have… acquired some items that do not belong to you… perhaps you would care to give an explanation to Lord Glorfindel as to why you are wearing his clothing?” Finishing his short speech Erestor motioned to the blonde elf seated on the other side of Lord Elrond before leaning back into the comfort of his seat.
Bowing again Manwë made eye contact with the blonde and opened his mouth to speak, intent on preventing Lórien from doing anything impulsive, only to find himself too late as the shorter Vala sprang into action, leaving him to stare in silent, horrified shock.
TBC…
Oh come on… of course I had to leave it there… I’m working on the next part right now, I promise *goes back to pretending to write*
Lórien glided smoothly towards the main table, looking completely unconcerned with the fact that he had been called to task for stealing from one of Imladris’ Lords, and on his first night in residence no less. On the inside he was haphazardly discarding one plan after another in hopes of alighting upon one that would allow him to escape both Manwë’s lecture and what ever humiliation was forthcoming, though he had his doubts on the success of either. Feeling the piercing silver gaze os Los Lord he quickly discarded the idea of forcing the rooms’ inhabitants into a sleep and convincing them it had all been a dream; not that it would have been probable that everyone would have fallen asleep at the same time and had the same dream at any rate. Containing a sigh he finally determined that the rashest and most elaborate plan would have to suffice. Lórien stopped at the main table and bowed formally to the Elves seated there, sensing Manwë do the same beside him.
Lórien smiled widely, showing all his gleaming white teeth, as the Lords were introduced. Pairing a name with each face for future reference he silently contemplated the three elven Lords. Lord Elrond: Imposing with a slightly receding hairline. Lord Erestor: A Nämo clone. Lord Glorfindel: Blonde. Folding his hands demurely behind his back Lórien listened half heartedly to Manwë’s own introduction.
“My Lords, my name is Poldórion and this is my companion Almaravarion”.
Almaravarion? What a mouthful, and stupid sounding to boot. Casting a disgruntled expression towards Manwë, Lórien quirked an eyebrow before turning and focusing his attention back to the elves in front of them.
“We bid you welcome to our valley, although recent events lead us to question your purpose. It seems that you have… acquired some items that do not belong to you… perhaps you would care to give an explanation to Lord Glorfindel as to why you are wearing his clothing?” Finishing his short speech Erestor motioned to the blonde elf seated on the other side of Lord Elrond before leaning back into the comfort of his seat.
Bowing again Manwë made eye contact with the blonde and opened his mouth to speak, intent on preventing Lórien from doing anything impulsive, only to find himself too late as the shorter Vala sprang into action, leaving him to stare in silent, horrified shock.
TBC…
Oh come on… of course I had to leave it there… I’m working on the next part right now, I promise *goes back to pretending to write*