Would You Like to Play...[Complete!]
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-Multi-Age › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
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747
Reviews:
5
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
747
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Prologue
Disclaimer: The pretty Elves belong to The Professor. The Cat in the Hat belongs to The Doctor.
Once upon a time there was a woman named…well…let’s just call her Rainien. Anyway, Rainien lived a quiet life, raising her two young boys (aka heathens) and working for a non-profit organization. She was a Lord of the Rings fan from way back, loved the movies, and had recently discovered the world of fan fiction. Her favorites were the Men, particularly Aragorn and Eomer, but she often had the most wonderful fantasies about the twin sons of Elrond (hey, who wouldn’t?). One evening, as her heathens/sons were playing in another room, Rainien was sitting at her computer in her bedroom, reading a story about the Twins and some very lucky woman who was currently receiving their glorious attention in a most scandalous manner.
“Whatcha doin’, Mom?”
“Reading a story, honey.”
“Would you read it to me?”
Well, this just wouldn’t do. The child speaking to her was five years old. There was no WAY Rainien was going to read this story to her child.
“I don’t think so.”
“Would you read me a different story?”
“Sure, sweetie. Why don’t you go find a book and tell your brother to come along as well.”
Both children soon returned with one of their favorite stories, The Cat in the Hat. As she settled onto the bed to read the story to her sons, a strange vision popped into her head. It was Glorfindel, that beautiful blonde god-like Elf. He was dressed all in black, with a red scarf draped around his neck, and a very tall, red-and-white striped hat perched atop his head. In her mind's eye, Rainien saw him give a most playful grin as he asked, “Would you like to play with Twin One and Twin Two?”
With a mental groan, Rainien looked at both of her sons as they watched her, waiting for her to begin the story.
“I’ve lost my mind. You know that, right?” she said to her older son.
He smiled as he answered, “Yes, Momma, we figured that out a while ago. Would you read the story now, please?”
Quickly giving both sons a peck on the cheek (with much protesting from her older son), Rainien began to read the book; but in the back of her mind, a new story began to form…
TBC
A/N: Ok. I know I'm a twisted individual. Sorry this one is short. This just seemed a good place to both give an introduction and stop before the "story" actually begins. Please let me know if this is something you're interested in reading. I've talked to two different people about this little parody that just jumped up and landed in my lap. One seemed to think I was crazy to even *think* of such a thing. The other thought it was crazy as well, but in a good way. Just for the record...unlike Random Conversations, there will be no blatant self-insertion (Get your mind out of the gutter! Not THAT kind of insertion.) in this story. It'll be written in a manner that will allow the reader to imagine themselves in the place of the narrator. And if you DO put yourself into the place of the narrator, congratulations. You are now as sick and twisted as I am. *S*
Once upon a time there was a woman named…well…let’s just call her Rainien. Anyway, Rainien lived a quiet life, raising her two young boys (aka heathens) and working for a non-profit organization. She was a Lord of the Rings fan from way back, loved the movies, and had recently discovered the world of fan fiction. Her favorites were the Men, particularly Aragorn and Eomer, but she often had the most wonderful fantasies about the twin sons of Elrond (hey, who wouldn’t?). One evening, as her heathens/sons were playing in another room, Rainien was sitting at her computer in her bedroom, reading a story about the Twins and some very lucky woman who was currently receiving their glorious attention in a most scandalous manner.
“Whatcha doin’, Mom?”
“Reading a story, honey.”
“Would you read it to me?”
Well, this just wouldn’t do. The child speaking to her was five years old. There was no WAY Rainien was going to read this story to her child.
“I don’t think so.”
“Would you read me a different story?”
“Sure, sweetie. Why don’t you go find a book and tell your brother to come along as well.”
Both children soon returned with one of their favorite stories, The Cat in the Hat. As she settled onto the bed to read the story to her sons, a strange vision popped into her head. It was Glorfindel, that beautiful blonde god-like Elf. He was dressed all in black, with a red scarf draped around his neck, and a very tall, red-and-white striped hat perched atop his head. In her mind's eye, Rainien saw him give a most playful grin as he asked, “Would you like to play with Twin One and Twin Two?”
With a mental groan, Rainien looked at both of her sons as they watched her, waiting for her to begin the story.
“I’ve lost my mind. You know that, right?” she said to her older son.
He smiled as he answered, “Yes, Momma, we figured that out a while ago. Would you read the story now, please?”
Quickly giving both sons a peck on the cheek (with much protesting from her older son), Rainien began to read the book; but in the back of her mind, a new story began to form…
TBC
A/N: Ok. I know I'm a twisted individual. Sorry this one is short. This just seemed a good place to both give an introduction and stop before the "story" actually begins. Please let me know if this is something you're interested in reading. I've talked to two different people about this little parody that just jumped up and landed in my lap. One seemed to think I was crazy to even *think* of such a thing. The other thought it was crazy as well, but in a good way. Just for the record...unlike Random Conversations, there will be no blatant self-insertion (Get your mind out of the gutter! Not THAT kind of insertion.) in this story. It'll be written in a manner that will allow the reader to imagine themselves in the place of the narrator. And if you DO put yourself into the place of the narrator, congratulations. You are now as sick and twisted as I am. *S*