Vacation
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
3,031
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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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.
Part 5
Part Five…
“I want my own room!”
“Lórien, go to sleep.”
“How can I, I’m hanging off the side of the bed.”
“One would think that you would be accustomed to sharing a bed, it is not as if you sleep alone when at home.”
“That is different.”
“How so?”
“Well he’s not nearly as large as you and we tend to cuddle and…”
“I am not cuddling you.”
“Which is why I want my own room… or at least my own bed.”
“You can sleep on the floor.”
“Sleep on the…”
“Floor, yes.”
Silence. A soft sigh. Body shifting and adjustments of the blankets. Another sigh, louder this time.
“Would you just settle down and go to sleep.”
“Not tired.”
“Oh, of course your not.”
“What are you going to do about him?”
A groan. “About who?”
“Lindir.”
“Who is Lindir?”
“Your pretty little minstrel.”
More silence.
“Manwë?”
“His name is Lindir?”
Lórien smiled into the dark. “Yes. So what are you going to do?”
“Nothing.”
“Why not?”
“Lórien, just let it be. Please.”
Biting his lip Lórien turned onto his side and faced the window, keeping silent on the matter. After a few minutes he smiled as Manwë’s breathing slowed and evened out. Well considering he wasn’t tired in the least he could use the time to plot a little and perhaps play matchmaker while he was at it. After all if he was to stay in Imladris for any length of time he had better make it worth his while.
Lying there in the dark Lórien slowly and meticulously reviewed all the information he had on the occupants of the Last Homely House and began to prepare a strategy, having decided to take his newest role of matchmaker very seriously.
TBC…
“I want my own room!”
“Lórien, go to sleep.”
“How can I, I’m hanging off the side of the bed.”
“One would think that you would be accustomed to sharing a bed, it is not as if you sleep alone when at home.”
“That is different.”
“How so?”
“Well he’s not nearly as large as you and we tend to cuddle and…”
“I am not cuddling you.”
“Which is why I want my own room… or at least my own bed.”
“You can sleep on the floor.”
“Sleep on the…”
“Floor, yes.”
Silence. A soft sigh. Body shifting and adjustments of the blankets. Another sigh, louder this time.
“Would you just settle down and go to sleep.”
“Not tired.”
“Oh, of course your not.”
“What are you going to do about him?”
A groan. “About who?”
“Lindir.”
“Who is Lindir?”
“Your pretty little minstrel.”
More silence.
“Manwë?”
“His name is Lindir?”
Lórien smiled into the dark. “Yes. So what are you going to do?”
“Nothing.”
“Why not?”
“Lórien, just let it be. Please.”
Biting his lip Lórien turned onto his side and faced the window, keeping silent on the matter. After a few minutes he smiled as Manwë’s breathing slowed and evened out. Well considering he wasn’t tired in the least he could use the time to plot a little and perhaps play matchmaker while he was at it. After all if he was to stay in Imladris for any length of time he had better make it worth his while.
Lying there in the dark Lórien slowly and meticulously reviewed all the information he had on the occupants of the Last Homely House and began to prepare a strategy, having decided to take his newest role of matchmaker very seriously.
TBC…