Master Erestor
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,164
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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.
Giving Thanks & Slaying the Slayer
Title: Giving Thanks
Author: Aglarien
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. Except for the cats. Master Tolkien owns all the rest. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Warning: AU.
Summary: Little Faelion is thankful.
Five year old Faelion crawled up on the sofa and scurried onto his Ada’s lap. “Master Melpomaen told us we had to remember to thank Eru for all the good things he gives us today, Ada, and he asked us what we were thankful for.”
Erestor smiled and wrapped his arms around his youngest son and kissed his brow. “What did you tell him you were thankful for, sweetling?”
“I said I was thankful for you and Ada Glor, and Gailion and Amdiriel and Tinnu and Glirien and everybody else here, and for Glorfindel kitty.”
Erestor raised an eyebrow. “Glorfindel kitty?”
“Ummhmm,” the elfling nodded.
“And where is this Glorfindel kitty you are thankful for, little one?”
“He’s outside in the garden.”
As far as Erestor knew, the only cats around were Tinnu, Glirien, and all of their kittens. “When did you see Glorfindel kitty, sweetling?”
“This morning. And now. I took him some fish ‘cuz he was hungry.”
“Hmmm. You did. Would you like to show Ada Glorfindel kitty?”
Faelion bounced on Erestor's lap. “Come out to the garden, Ada!”
Erestor stood with the elfling in his arms and walked to the garden doors. Carefully pulling aside the curtain, he looked out into the garden.
“Do you see him, Ada,” Faelion whispered. “On the chair.”
Erestor looked to the chair and his mouth opened in surprise. “Well, hello Glorfindel kitty!” he exclaimed.
And so Glorfindel kitty came to live with Erestor, Glorfindel and their elflings. And Tinnu and Glirien, of course.
Title: Slaying the Slayer
Author: Aglarien
Characters: Erestor, Tinnu and Glorfindel Kitty
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine, except for the cats. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything else. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Author's Note: There was this picture…..And then Maelle “fixed” it. This is for you, Maelle.
Slaying the Slayer
I’m a good kitty. Ewestor says I’m a good kitty. But…but…one day…it wasn’t my fault, reawwy. It was all Gworfinnel Kitty’s fault ‘cuz he was just sittin’ there and looking so…Balwoggy.
Big Gworfinnel left Gworfinnel Kitty with Ewestor and me ‘cuz Big Gworfinnel had to go on a paw-troll. Or somefing. Now I’m just a fwisky widdle kitty, you know? Aren’t all widdle kitties? Ewestor was working and I was soooooo bored….and….and …there was Gworfinnel Kitty. Just sitting….and Gworfinnel Kitty became the big Balwog Slayr and then he became the Balwog…..and it just kinda…happened.
I never knew Gworfinnel Kitty could make that sound. Reawwy I didn’t. An’ Ewestor and Elwond and bunches of elwes came running….and Ewestor said, “Did that big mean Glorfindel Kitty hurt you, little one?”
Elwond took Gworfinnel Kitty away and I didn’t get to see hims for a whooooole day. An’ that made me vewy sad. I loves Gworfinnel Kitty, you know? I prowmised him I wouldn’t do that eeeeever agains ‘cuz I missed him, ewen though Ewestor gave me extwa pets all day, 'cuz I loves Gworfinnel Kitty.
I'm a good widdle kitty. Reawwy.
~end
Author: Aglarien
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. Except for the cats. Master Tolkien owns all the rest. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Warning: AU.
Summary: Little Faelion is thankful.
Five year old Faelion crawled up on the sofa and scurried onto his Ada’s lap. “Master Melpomaen told us we had to remember to thank Eru for all the good things he gives us today, Ada, and he asked us what we were thankful for.”
Erestor smiled and wrapped his arms around his youngest son and kissed his brow. “What did you tell him you were thankful for, sweetling?”
“I said I was thankful for you and Ada Glor, and Gailion and Amdiriel and Tinnu and Glirien and everybody else here, and for Glorfindel kitty.”
Erestor raised an eyebrow. “Glorfindel kitty?”
“Ummhmm,” the elfling nodded.
“And where is this Glorfindel kitty you are thankful for, little one?”
“He’s outside in the garden.”
As far as Erestor knew, the only cats around were Tinnu, Glirien, and all of their kittens. “When did you see Glorfindel kitty, sweetling?”
“This morning. And now. I took him some fish ‘cuz he was hungry.”
“Hmmm. You did. Would you like to show Ada Glorfindel kitty?”
Faelion bounced on Erestor's lap. “Come out to the garden, Ada!”
Erestor stood with the elfling in his arms and walked to the garden doors. Carefully pulling aside the curtain, he looked out into the garden.
“Do you see him, Ada,” Faelion whispered. “On the chair.”
Erestor looked to the chair and his mouth opened in surprise. “Well, hello Glorfindel kitty!” he exclaimed.
And so Glorfindel kitty came to live with Erestor, Glorfindel and their elflings. And Tinnu and Glirien, of course.
Title: Slaying the Slayer
Author: Aglarien
Characters: Erestor, Tinnu and Glorfindel Kitty
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine, except for the cats. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything else. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Author's Note: There was this picture…..And then Maelle “fixed” it. This is for you, Maelle.
Slaying the Slayer
I’m a good kitty. Ewestor says I’m a good kitty. But…but…one day…it wasn’t my fault, reawwy. It was all Gworfinnel Kitty’s fault ‘cuz he was just sittin’ there and looking so…Balwoggy.
Big Gworfinnel left Gworfinnel Kitty with Ewestor and me ‘cuz Big Gworfinnel had to go on a paw-troll. Or somefing. Now I’m just a fwisky widdle kitty, you know? Aren’t all widdle kitties? Ewestor was working and I was soooooo bored….and….and …there was Gworfinnel Kitty. Just sitting….and Gworfinnel Kitty became the big Balwog Slayr and then he became the Balwog…..and it just kinda…happened.
I never knew Gworfinnel Kitty could make that sound. Reawwy I didn’t. An’ Ewestor and Elwond and bunches of elwes came running….and Ewestor said, “Did that big mean Glorfindel Kitty hurt you, little one?”
Elwond took Gworfinnel Kitty away and I didn’t get to see hims for a whooooole day. An’ that made me vewy sad. I loves Gworfinnel Kitty, you know? I prowmised him I wouldn’t do that eeeeever agains ‘cuz I missed him, ewen though Ewestor gave me extwa pets all day, 'cuz I loves Gworfinnel Kitty.
I'm a good widdle kitty. Reawwy.
~end