Wrath of Bronny Poo
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,536
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.
6C - Why Elves and late night TV do not mix!
The Wrath of Bronny Poo - 6C
Elves and late night TV do NOT mix!
***
The viewscreen came back on.
"Well, Kirk? Do you give them to us? Or do we blast you into... Great Kobarium. Who is that exquisite creature?" The Klingon commander came closer to the screen. Damn. He was fogging up the thing!
"Who are you talking about, Kalgon?"
"HER!" He pointed to the screen. "The one in the corner..."
Kirk turned and saw Bronwyn, tears running down her cheeks, trying to back into the shadows. He grabbed her roughly, pulled her forward.
"Her?"
"NO! Not the one in the green frothy dress and the," his hands made cupping motions at his chest, "enormous tatas! That other one... the blonde! With the ears..."
Kirk turned Bronwyn loose arabbrabbed Haldir from Uhura's grasp, dragging him in front of the screen. "This one?"
"Yeah!" The Klingon licked his lips in anticipation, his eyes watering at the sight. "I've changed my mind. Give me her and I'll never dog you again."
"But Kalgon, this one is a male..."
"I don't care!" He licked his lips. "All that pretty blond hair..."
"NO!" Bronwyn gasped. "That's my husband!! I don't want..." she threw her hand at the screen, "Make him go away!"
Kirk looked at her, calculating her opinion. "I don't think your husband cares at this minute." Haldir was standing in front of the wide screen, assessing the leather clad Klingon in front of him.
She looked back at the screen. The Klingon and Haldir were now making wuvvy faces, puckers, at each other.
"No. You can't possibly..."
"The needs of the many out weigh the needs of one." Spock whispered.
"You can't possibly even consider this an option!" She grabbed Haldir's hand."Haldir, you can't consider this! We have children, years... history..." Haldir paid her no heed, intent on the space age biker before him. She turned to Kirk. "Please! Saes! You cannot consider this!"
"I must consider my crew." Kirk told her reasonably. "You got your blond! Kalgon! Take him away! Scotty? Can you energize from here?"
"Aye aye, cap'n!" The burly Scotsman turned his back on all and proceeded to whisper commands into the comm.
There was a whine and as the Elf standing in the command center began to fuzz out, Bronwyn began to scream...
"Nooooooo......"
***
Haldir sat up, the echo of his wife's scream still reverberating in his ear. The room was stifling hot and it took a few moments for him to get his bearings.
Her cottage. In Wales. Late 1990's Earth.
Several deep breaths...
Iluvatar's Balls! What a nightmare.
"Haldir?" Bronwyn's voice was muffled, sleep-filled. She rolled over and threw an arm over him. "Whazwron?"
Haldir forced his breathing to slow. He kicked off the oppressive covers and leaned back into the pillows.
"It is nothing. I had a... dream"
"Hmmm. ‘Bout wha?"
His wife was a very heavy sleeper... when the children weren't around. She was burrowing in, molding herself to his body.
"Silliness. The Enterprise, Kirk, you and some dark clad person. I was snogging another woman, you were snogging anotman,man, Klingons..."
She snorted. "A ni'mare..."
He rolled over to face her, enveloping her in a comforting embrace. "Uma. A nightmare." He kissed her forehead. "Go back to sleep, Baraermin. It is nothing." He helped her roll back over, allowing her to tuck her ankles between his calves and snuggle her bottom into the crook of his lap. His hand slid under her arm and he cupped the familiar breast. His breathing evened out and became deeper. Just before he drifted off, he heard her mutter...
"N'more St'r Trek Mar'thons f'you..."
***
fini
***
Elves and late night TV do NOT mix!
***
The viewscreen came back on.
"Well, Kirk? Do you give them to us? Or do we blast you into... Great Kobarium. Who is that exquisite creature?" The Klingon commander came closer to the screen. Damn. He was fogging up the thing!
"Who are you talking about, Kalgon?"
"HER!" He pointed to the screen. "The one in the corner..."
Kirk turned and saw Bronwyn, tears running down her cheeks, trying to back into the shadows. He grabbed her roughly, pulled her forward.
"Her?"
"NO! Not the one in the green frothy dress and the," his hands made cupping motions at his chest, "enormous tatas! That other one... the blonde! With the ears..."
Kirk turned Bronwyn loose arabbrabbed Haldir from Uhura's grasp, dragging him in front of the screen. "This one?"
"Yeah!" The Klingon licked his lips in anticipation, his eyes watering at the sight. "I've changed my mind. Give me her and I'll never dog you again."
"But Kalgon, this one is a male..."
"I don't care!" He licked his lips. "All that pretty blond hair..."
"NO!" Bronwyn gasped. "That's my husband!! I don't want..." she threw her hand at the screen, "Make him go away!"
Kirk looked at her, calculating her opinion. "I don't think your husband cares at this minute." Haldir was standing in front of the wide screen, assessing the leather clad Klingon in front of him.
She looked back at the screen. The Klingon and Haldir were now making wuvvy faces, puckers, at each other.
"No. You can't possibly..."
"The needs of the many out weigh the needs of one." Spock whispered.
"You can't possibly even consider this an option!" She grabbed Haldir's hand."Haldir, you can't consider this! We have children, years... history..." Haldir paid her no heed, intent on the space age biker before him. She turned to Kirk. "Please! Saes! You cannot consider this!"
"I must consider my crew." Kirk told her reasonably. "You got your blond! Kalgon! Take him away! Scotty? Can you energize from here?"
"Aye aye, cap'n!" The burly Scotsman turned his back on all and proceeded to whisper commands into the comm.
There was a whine and as the Elf standing in the command center began to fuzz out, Bronwyn began to scream...
"Nooooooo......"
***
Haldir sat up, the echo of his wife's scream still reverberating in his ear. The room was stifling hot and it took a few moments for him to get his bearings.
Her cottage. In Wales. Late 1990's Earth.
Several deep breaths...
Iluvatar's Balls! What a nightmare.
"Haldir?" Bronwyn's voice was muffled, sleep-filled. She rolled over and threw an arm over him. "Whazwron?"
Haldir forced his breathing to slow. He kicked off the oppressive covers and leaned back into the pillows.
"It is nothing. I had a... dream"
"Hmmm. ‘Bout wha?"
His wife was a very heavy sleeper... when the children weren't around. She was burrowing in, molding herself to his body.
"Silliness. The Enterprise, Kirk, you and some dark clad person. I was snogging another woman, you were snogging anotman,man, Klingons..."
She snorted. "A ni'mare..."
He rolled over to face her, enveloping her in a comforting embrace. "Uma. A nightmare." He kissed her forehead. "Go back to sleep, Baraermin. It is nothing." He helped her roll back over, allowing her to tuck her ankles between his calves and snuggle her bottom into the crook of his lap. His hand slid under her arm and he cupped the familiar breast. His breathing evened out and became deeper. Just before he drifted off, he heard her mutter...
"N'more St'r Trek Mar'thons f'you..."
***
fini
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