Wrath of Bronny Poo
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,535
Reviews:
5
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.
6A - Pregnant Spiders
There are 3 endings to this. I'm sorry. The Muses have been relentless... 2 EV endings and a TL ending... thanks to everyone who has reviewed this and stuck with me through out the silliness...
Wrath of Bronny Poo 06A - EV ending/Bronwyn's POV
Pregnant Spiders.
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"NOOOOOO! NO! NO! NO!"
The snow went away and Bronwyn immediately began to struggle, fight with the strong arms wrapped around her.
"Baraer! Baraermin! ‘Tis a dream, only a dream. Please stop fighting!" Haldir's voice whispered urgently in her ear and as she quietened, calmed, she took sweet refuge in the warm, familiar embrace. His grip loosened, but his hand continued to press her head against his shoulder. The chill from the cold stone flooring in Edoras permeated their room and the babe she carried within lurched painfully. As her breathing eased, her tears began, falling freely. For a moment, he left her, lighting the lamp close to their bed and bringing her water. While she sipped, he caressed the bulge, mollifying the little one, reassuring her.
"This child is a spider! Too many arms and legs!" Bronwyn looked at him, tired, exhausted.
"I shall be most aggrieved if the child you birth comes out looking like Shelob!" His smile was grim, but the light in his eyes gave him away. "I will have to wonder about what you do when I am not around." He expected the smack. "Tell me."
"Beckett... where is Beckett?"
Haldir continued to caress her belly, warmth infusing her. "You have not been sleeping well and it makes him restless. He is with Rumil. He is safe." He felt her breathing even out. "Tell me."
It came out in such a rush, he was hardpressed to catch it all.
"It was you and me and someone else... it escapes me and we were on the Enterprise and Captain Kirk made passes at me and Spock did too and that just isn't like him. Kirk made passes at you and took you on tours and you were interested in engineering and this other person was taking a shower with me and you were making love to Uh...Uh...Uhura and didn't care that the Klingon commander wanted me; Security Officer Bob died saving me and you told me the world was ending and you kept ki... ki... kissing her and ... and... McCoy kissed... me... oh..." Bronwyn start to gag at the thought of the old doctor putting his tongue in her mouth.
She lurched from the bed, making a beeline to the balcony where she leaned over the railing, spewing her guts over the cliffs. She was dimly aware of Haldir holding her hair back out of her face. When she finished, he wiped her face with the wet cloth and leading her back to the bed, he piled pillows behind her back and helped her pull the sweaty nightgown from her body. He gently bathed her, cooling her, swabbing the angry welts that were making their way back, spidering around her stomach and hips. He gave her another mug of cool water and crawled in bed next to her. Pulling her to him, he finally spoke.
"First, it would take the strength of the Valar to keep me from killing any man who touched you. Second, I have no idea who this Kirk or Spock or McCoy is or this person you are forgetting about, but I can assure you I will not be kissing anyone else, nor will I allow anyone to kiss you!" He kissed the top of her head, pulling her closer into his embrace. Wetting his fingertips, he put out the lamp, blanketing the room in darkness. He felt her burrow in, her stomach bouncing playfully as their unborn child decided it was time to frolic. "You and your strange, pregnant appetites, woman!" he whispered. "No more pickles and ice cream for you!"
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Wrath of Bronny Poo 06A - EV ending/Bronwyn's POV
Pregnant Spiders.
***
"NOOOOOO! NO! NO! NO!"
The snow went away and Bronwyn immediately began to struggle, fight with the strong arms wrapped around her.
"Baraer! Baraermin! ‘Tis a dream, only a dream. Please stop fighting!" Haldir's voice whispered urgently in her ear and as she quietened, calmed, she took sweet refuge in the warm, familiar embrace. His grip loosened, but his hand continued to press her head against his shoulder. The chill from the cold stone flooring in Edoras permeated their room and the babe she carried within lurched painfully. As her breathing eased, her tears began, falling freely. For a moment, he left her, lighting the lamp close to their bed and bringing her water. While she sipped, he caressed the bulge, mollifying the little one, reassuring her.
"This child is a spider! Too many arms and legs!" Bronwyn looked at him, tired, exhausted.
"I shall be most aggrieved if the child you birth comes out looking like Shelob!" His smile was grim, but the light in his eyes gave him away. "I will have to wonder about what you do when I am not around." He expected the smack. "Tell me."
"Beckett... where is Beckett?"
Haldir continued to caress her belly, warmth infusing her. "You have not been sleeping well and it makes him restless. He is with Rumil. He is safe." He felt her breathing even out. "Tell me."
It came out in such a rush, he was hardpressed to catch it all.
"It was you and me and someone else... it escapes me and we were on the Enterprise and Captain Kirk made passes at me and Spock did too and that just isn't like him. Kirk made passes at you and took you on tours and you were interested in engineering and this other person was taking a shower with me and you were making love to Uh...Uh...Uhura and didn't care that the Klingon commander wanted me; Security Officer Bob died saving me and you told me the world was ending and you kept ki... ki... kissing her and ... and... McCoy kissed... me... oh..." Bronwyn start to gag at the thought of the old doctor putting his tongue in her mouth.
She lurched from the bed, making a beeline to the balcony where she leaned over the railing, spewing her guts over the cliffs. She was dimly aware of Haldir holding her hair back out of her face. When she finished, he wiped her face with the wet cloth and leading her back to the bed, he piled pillows behind her back and helped her pull the sweaty nightgown from her body. He gently bathed her, cooling her, swabbing the angry welts that were making their way back, spidering around her stomach and hips. He gave her another mug of cool water and crawled in bed next to her. Pulling her to him, he finally spoke.
"First, it would take the strength of the Valar to keep me from killing any man who touched you. Second, I have no idea who this Kirk or Spock or McCoy is or this person you are forgetting about, but I can assure you I will not be kissing anyone else, nor will I allow anyone to kiss you!" He kissed the top of her head, pulling her closer into his embrace. Wetting his fingertips, he put out the lamp, blanketing the room in darkness. He felt her burrow in, her stomach bouncing playfully as their unborn child decided it was time to frolic. "You and your strange, pregnant appetites, woman!" he whispered. "No more pickles and ice cream for you!"
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fini
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