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Adult ++
Chapters:
3
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7
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Hunting
Title: Hunting
Author: Krit
Email: kritblack1@yahoo.ca
Website: www.mypaddedcell.net
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17 would be my guess
Warnings: Slash, AU, NC-17 most likely
Disclaimer: Well, obviously they belong to Tolkien/ Tolkiens Estate as I am not original enough for my own characters (else I would be writing/publishing novby nby now) so I use those belonging to other people. Don’t own, don’t profit and don’t have permission to play with – but I’m a rebel and can’t control myself.
Notes: All mistakes are mine and mine alone; I cling to them devotedly because for some reason I get a kick out of re-reading my work and laughing at my own stupidity *shrugs*.
Summary: Erestor hunts Glorfindel… or is it Glorfindel hunting Erestor? Fluff, smutty fluff.
**My muse won’t leave me alone. Help!**
Chapter One…
“What do you mean ‘I’m locked out of my Office?’ Elrond! Give. Me. The. Key. Now!”
“No!” Elrond felt his resolve start to weaken as the shock widened green gaze narrowed to slits. Knowing deep down in the pit of his stomach, which had managed to somehow miraculously sink to quiver about his knees, he would have already handed over the key to Erestors office had he had it in his possession and fled the scene in a very un-lordly like manner. It was not something he was proud of, this cowardice when faced with the wrath of his advisor, but Erestor somehow managed to strike fear in a large number of individuals and he just happened to be one of them. It was almost creepy the way he managed it… perhaps he had takessonssons from the Lady Galadriel. Elrond suppressed a shudder at the thought and straightened his suddenly gelatin spine and offered the fuming elf in front of him a sickly smile.
“I don’t… uh… have it…” Elrond mentally rolled his eyes at himself. Very Lordly to stutter like that, hmpAlthAlthough he had to admit that when Erestor terrified anyone else he rather enjoyed it, mainly because it was either amusing to watch or it was to his benefit. He was just immensely thankful that when he was confronted with the terror that was Erestor, no one was around to witness it.
“Then, my dear Lord Elrond, you had best tell me who does. And where to find this miscreant.”
Elrond gritted his teeth at the sickeningly sweetly uttered words, choosing to ignore the menacing tone lingering beneath the surface.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Glorfindel! Erestor marched out of the manor and across the dirt packed court yard, seething at the gall of that blonde scoundrel. Across the clearing and up the hill, ruthlessly crushing innocent blades of grass as he physically stomped towards the river, venting his anger as best he could until he found the one being he longed to rail at. Convenient location the blonde had picked for his demise, drowning in the river could be made to look like an accident, what with increased water flow from this springs run off making the current stronger than normal.
He could see it now… “Yes Elrond, it is indeed unfortunate that the idiot… I mean beloved Balrog Slayer drowned and my robes got wet while trying to save him, but there is no need to fret, I managed to rescue the key to my study.”
Slightly cheered up by his own sarcastic wit Erestor looked to his left, spying the glimmer of blonde hair a hundred yards or so upstream and began the short trek that would take him to his target, and more importantly his key.
“Glorfindel!”
Glancing coyly over his shoulder at the enraged shouting of his name Glorfindel smiled sweetly at the furious elf standing along the banks of the river, winked just for the heck of it and dunk his naked body beneath the chilled water. Resurfacing he propelled himself further away from shore and bobbed gently in one spot while restraining the urge to laugh at the advisor, whose face was turning red in fury.
Stretching his legs downwards he let his toes graze the pebbled bottom and kept himself in place as much as possible, watching silently as his discarded clothing, which had been piled neatly atop a large, smooth grey rock, was rifled through and tossed back into a messy heap.
“Where is it? WHERE?”
Well, Erestor was certainly fit to be tied… perhaps next time, but for now Glorfindel had something else in mind. Grinning his trademark, half triumphant, half arrogant grin, Glorfindel tried for an innocent tone.
“Where is what?”
“My key!”
Glorfindel shivered at the growled response before lifting one hand from its lazy treading of water and grasped the piece of twine around his neck and lifted it from the water, letting the sunlight glint of the small metal key as it dangled from his grasp.
“Give it to me.”
“No.”
“Glorfindel…” Ah, that voice, all dark and menacing, did certain things to his anatomy. Glorfindel met the stony gaze with an indifferent one.
“If you want it so bad, come and get it.”
Once again Glorfindel dunked himself beneath the water. When he came up for air it was to the delicious sight of Erestor jerking angrily at his clothing, tossing aside his robe before pulling at his under tunic.
Glorfindel quickly dunked himself again, hoping to hide his victorious look. After all, the best hunters always let their prey come to them.
TBC…
Author: Krit
Email: kritblack1@yahoo.ca
Website: www.mypaddedcell.net
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17 would be my guess
Warnings: Slash, AU, NC-17 most likely
Disclaimer: Well, obviously they belong to Tolkien/ Tolkiens Estate as I am not original enough for my own characters (else I would be writing/publishing novby nby now) so I use those belonging to other people. Don’t own, don’t profit and don’t have permission to play with – but I’m a rebel and can’t control myself.
Notes: All mistakes are mine and mine alone; I cling to them devotedly because for some reason I get a kick out of re-reading my work and laughing at my own stupidity *shrugs*.
Summary: Erestor hunts Glorfindel… or is it Glorfindel hunting Erestor? Fluff, smutty fluff.
**My muse won’t leave me alone. Help!**
Chapter One…
“What do you mean ‘I’m locked out of my Office?’ Elrond! Give. Me. The. Key. Now!”
“No!” Elrond felt his resolve start to weaken as the shock widened green gaze narrowed to slits. Knowing deep down in the pit of his stomach, which had managed to somehow miraculously sink to quiver about his knees, he would have already handed over the key to Erestors office had he had it in his possession and fled the scene in a very un-lordly like manner. It was not something he was proud of, this cowardice when faced with the wrath of his advisor, but Erestor somehow managed to strike fear in a large number of individuals and he just happened to be one of them. It was almost creepy the way he managed it… perhaps he had takessonssons from the Lady Galadriel. Elrond suppressed a shudder at the thought and straightened his suddenly gelatin spine and offered the fuming elf in front of him a sickly smile.
“I don’t… uh… have it…” Elrond mentally rolled his eyes at himself. Very Lordly to stutter like that, hmpAlthAlthough he had to admit that when Erestor terrified anyone else he rather enjoyed it, mainly because it was either amusing to watch or it was to his benefit. He was just immensely thankful that when he was confronted with the terror that was Erestor, no one was around to witness it.
“Then, my dear Lord Elrond, you had best tell me who does. And where to find this miscreant.”
Elrond gritted his teeth at the sickeningly sweetly uttered words, choosing to ignore the menacing tone lingering beneath the surface.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Glorfindel! Erestor marched out of the manor and across the dirt packed court yard, seething at the gall of that blonde scoundrel. Across the clearing and up the hill, ruthlessly crushing innocent blades of grass as he physically stomped towards the river, venting his anger as best he could until he found the one being he longed to rail at. Convenient location the blonde had picked for his demise, drowning in the river could be made to look like an accident, what with increased water flow from this springs run off making the current stronger than normal.
He could see it now… “Yes Elrond, it is indeed unfortunate that the idiot… I mean beloved Balrog Slayer drowned and my robes got wet while trying to save him, but there is no need to fret, I managed to rescue the key to my study.”
Slightly cheered up by his own sarcastic wit Erestor looked to his left, spying the glimmer of blonde hair a hundred yards or so upstream and began the short trek that would take him to his target, and more importantly his key.
“Glorfindel!”
Glancing coyly over his shoulder at the enraged shouting of his name Glorfindel smiled sweetly at the furious elf standing along the banks of the river, winked just for the heck of it and dunk his naked body beneath the chilled water. Resurfacing he propelled himself further away from shore and bobbed gently in one spot while restraining the urge to laugh at the advisor, whose face was turning red in fury.
Stretching his legs downwards he let his toes graze the pebbled bottom and kept himself in place as much as possible, watching silently as his discarded clothing, which had been piled neatly atop a large, smooth grey rock, was rifled through and tossed back into a messy heap.
“Where is it? WHERE?”
Well, Erestor was certainly fit to be tied… perhaps next time, but for now Glorfindel had something else in mind. Grinning his trademark, half triumphant, half arrogant grin, Glorfindel tried for an innocent tone.
“Where is what?”
“My key!”
Glorfindel shivered at the growled response before lifting one hand from its lazy treading of water and grasped the piece of twine around his neck and lifted it from the water, letting the sunlight glint of the small metal key as it dangled from his grasp.
“Give it to me.”
“No.”
“Glorfindel…” Ah, that voice, all dark and menacing, did certain things to his anatomy. Glorfindel met the stony gaze with an indifferent one.
“If you want it so bad, come and get it.”
Once again Glorfindel dunked himself beneath the water. When he came up for air it was to the delicious sight of Erestor jerking angrily at his clothing, tossing aside his robe before pulling at his under tunic.
Glorfindel quickly dunked himself again, hoping to hide his victorious look. After all, the best hunters always let their prey come to them.
TBC…