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Learn isn’t to Justify,Understand isn’t to Forgive
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,697
Reviews:
4
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.
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. Such genius belongs to Tolkin and suing me would be a colossal waste of time.
Warning: Contains slash (male/male relationship), mpreg (male pregnancy), blood play, some MINOR spoilers, violence, and probably a lot of other stuff. No likey, no ready!
To Learn isn’t to Justify, to Understand isn’t to Forgive
Chapter 2
Glorfindel crouched in the dark…waiting for his prey to drop its guard. When he was sure that it was safe, he crept into the room. He knew such cautious quietness was unneeded but he took no chances.
He had poured a sleeping potion into his victims drink that evening…knowing first hand that the one he sought was a light and paranoid sleeping. He had learned the hard way when he had tried before…it had taken three weeks for the broken bones in his hand to heal from the bite he had received from his would-be victim.
‘Since when did elves BITE!?’
As he approached the sleeping form, he took a moment to admire the figure.
Taking a deep breath, he raised his weapons and began his self-appointed task.
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“GLORFINDEL!!!”
Elrond simply sighed and sipped at his coffee, a new product imported by a band of sea traders. He could hardly imagine his life (or sanity) without it.
The entire hall turned to look as the doors burst open. Immediately, every elf in the room was struck silent at the sight. Not only had Erestor just entered a relatively crowded (there were some that simply refused to be seen or even get up before the noon meal) room, which was quite contrary to his hermit-like lifestyle, but he was also sporting a pair of PIGTAILS!! Of course, to add insult to injury, the pigtails were tied up in giant pink bows.
Elrond turned to Glorfindel and groaned, “This is hardly what I hoped you would get out of our talk yesterday…”
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Glorfindel grumbled under his breath as he patrolled the woods that night.
“…stor…can’t even take a stupid joke…”
He walked with a noticeable limp, as well as a black eye and scratches down his cheeks. Of course, he received no sympathy from either his fellow warriors or from the tenants of the healing house. While many were not fond of the prickly advisor, all respected him for all he had done for Imladris and thus for them. Elledan and Elrohir had nearly collapsed from laughter when they had met with him earlier at the sight of the big, strong balrog slayer beaten up by the extremely petite, reserved councilor, saying he had definitely deserved it.
So lost in his thoughts of revenge, Glorfindel nearly tripped over the mutilated corpse of a rabbit.
“By the Valar…” he gasped.
The torn carcass was barely identifiable. The only creatures he could think of that would do such a thing were either an orc or a warg. But there had been no signs of such activity and he was still very deep within Imladris’ borders. That thought alone made it feel as if he had just swallowed a hunk of lead.
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Elrond looked out into space worriedly. What Glorfindel had just told him was indeed quite distressing.
He turned back to Glorfindel as he cleared his throat to get Elrond’s attention.
“What should we do Elrond?”
Elrond sighed, “I want for you to set out your best warriors and see if you can spot what is doing this.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
Neither one realized just what events they had set into motion…
TBC…
Warning: Contains slash (male/male relationship), mpreg (male pregnancy), blood play, some MINOR spoilers, violence, and probably a lot of other stuff. No likey, no ready!
To Learn isn’t to Justify, to Understand isn’t to Forgive
Chapter 2
Glorfindel crouched in the dark…waiting for his prey to drop its guard. When he was sure that it was safe, he crept into the room. He knew such cautious quietness was unneeded but he took no chances.
He had poured a sleeping potion into his victims drink that evening…knowing first hand that the one he sought was a light and paranoid sleeping. He had learned the hard way when he had tried before…it had taken three weeks for the broken bones in his hand to heal from the bite he had received from his would-be victim.
‘Since when did elves BITE!?’
As he approached the sleeping form, he took a moment to admire the figure.
Taking a deep breath, he raised his weapons and began his self-appointed task.
**********************************************************************
“GLORFINDEL!!!”
Elrond simply sighed and sipped at his coffee, a new product imported by a band of sea traders. He could hardly imagine his life (or sanity) without it.
The entire hall turned to look as the doors burst open. Immediately, every elf in the room was struck silent at the sight. Not only had Erestor just entered a relatively crowded (there were some that simply refused to be seen or even get up before the noon meal) room, which was quite contrary to his hermit-like lifestyle, but he was also sporting a pair of PIGTAILS!! Of course, to add insult to injury, the pigtails were tied up in giant pink bows.
Elrond turned to Glorfindel and groaned, “This is hardly what I hoped you would get out of our talk yesterday…”
***********************************************************************
Glorfindel grumbled under his breath as he patrolled the woods that night.
“…stor…can’t even take a stupid joke…”
He walked with a noticeable limp, as well as a black eye and scratches down his cheeks. Of course, he received no sympathy from either his fellow warriors or from the tenants of the healing house. While many were not fond of the prickly advisor, all respected him for all he had done for Imladris and thus for them. Elledan and Elrohir had nearly collapsed from laughter when they had met with him earlier at the sight of the big, strong balrog slayer beaten up by the extremely petite, reserved councilor, saying he had definitely deserved it.
So lost in his thoughts of revenge, Glorfindel nearly tripped over the mutilated corpse of a rabbit.
“By the Valar…” he gasped.
The torn carcass was barely identifiable. The only creatures he could think of that would do such a thing were either an orc or a warg. But there had been no signs of such activity and he was still very deep within Imladris’ borders. That thought alone made it feel as if he had just swallowed a hunk of lead.
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Elrond looked out into space worriedly. What Glorfindel had just told him was indeed quite distressing.
He turned back to Glorfindel as he cleared his throat to get Elrond’s attention.
“What should we do Elrond?”
Elrond sighed, “I want for you to set out your best warriors and see if you can spot what is doing this.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
Neither one realized just what events they had set into motion…
TBC…