Master Erestor
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,159
Reviews:
0
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.
Tinnu's Samhain
Title: Tinnu’s Samhain
Author: Aglarien
Type: FCS
Characters: Just a mention of Erestor and Glorfindel
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. Except for the cat. Master Tolkien owns all the rest. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Warning: AU.
Beta: The ever-fabulous Slayer9649/Patricia
Summary: Tinnu loves Samhain.
*****
A dried leaf fluttered in the wind. A tiny wood mouse scurried desperately in the moonlight as the creature atop the garden wall, sated with its recent kill, uncharacteristically ignored it and continued removing the remaining stickiness from its long claws.
Gazing into the candlelit room, he spied the black-clad elf continuing the torture of his newest, writhing victim with the sharp quill. Eerie silhouettes of warg, orc and troll drifted across the scene as dark, wind-driven clouds danced across the face of the full moon.
“There! All done,” Erestor said, putting the final touches to the elfling’s whiskers with his finest black ink.
Faelion looked at their reflections in the mirror and giggled to see his black ears, nose and whiskers that matched his ada’s.
Glorfindel, a furry golden ruff around his neck and across his shoulders, and sporting red-inked whiskers, walked to the window and called to Tinnu. “Come in now, Tinnu! It is time to go to the Samhain party!”
Tinnu leapt from the wall, ran across the garden, and bounded through the window into his golden elf’s arms. He loved Samhain and the party full of squealing elflings and patient adults. And best of all, Elrond always gave him whipped cream as a treat.
“Did you know you still have some whipped cream on your head?” Glorfindel asked the black cat. “We’d better get that cleaned off or Elrond will think you’ve already had your treat and won’t give you more at the party.”
“Reow.” Tinnu dipped his head and rubbed it against Glorfindel’s ruff to rid his fur of the evidence.
*****
THE END
Author: Aglarien
Type: FCS
Characters: Just a mention of Erestor and Glorfindel
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. Except for the cat. Master Tolkien owns all the rest. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Warning: AU.
Beta: The ever-fabulous Slayer9649/Patricia
Summary: Tinnu loves Samhain.
*****
A dried leaf fluttered in the wind. A tiny wood mouse scurried desperately in the moonlight as the creature atop the garden wall, sated with its recent kill, uncharacteristically ignored it and continued removing the remaining stickiness from its long claws.
Gazing into the candlelit room, he spied the black-clad elf continuing the torture of his newest, writhing victim with the sharp quill. Eerie silhouettes of warg, orc and troll drifted across the scene as dark, wind-driven clouds danced across the face of the full moon.
“There! All done,” Erestor said, putting the final touches to the elfling’s whiskers with his finest black ink.
Faelion looked at their reflections in the mirror and giggled to see his black ears, nose and whiskers that matched his ada’s.
Glorfindel, a furry golden ruff around his neck and across his shoulders, and sporting red-inked whiskers, walked to the window and called to Tinnu. “Come in now, Tinnu! It is time to go to the Samhain party!”
Tinnu leapt from the wall, ran across the garden, and bounded through the window into his golden elf’s arms. He loved Samhain and the party full of squealing elflings and patient adults. And best of all, Elrond always gave him whipped cream as a treat.
“Did you know you still have some whipped cream on your head?” Glorfindel asked the black cat. “We’d better get that cleaned off or Elrond will think you’ve already had your treat and won’t give you more at the party.”
“Reow.” Tinnu dipped his head and rubbed it against Glorfindel’s ruff to rid his fur of the evidence.
*****
THE END